#i don't think i go into that much detail but just encase

[archersxartxblog]

finally go the new chapter up, warning there are talk of blood and injuries, if you don't like that kind of thing, maybe wait for the next chapter. I'm gonna try to getting out sometime this month.

Master post

[fourmoony]

hi hun! for trick or treat could i get a treat with remus please? any fluffy fall vibes and im over the moon! 💕

thanks for requesting lovely! ♡︎

630 words | cw: mentions of smelling like cigarettes, but no details of smoking

Remus drops a kiss to your head in passing, warm hand squeezing the flesh of your hip as he shuffles between you and James' counter top. There's plenty of room in James' kitchen, pretty much everyone is in the living room arguing over whether or not The Nightmare Before Christmas is a Halloween or Christmas movie, but you don't mind the proximity.

You live for it, in fact. The warm, fuzzy feeling his presence brings. The whole night has been very wholesome, a happy warmth glowing in the centre of your chest. James' kitchen windows are fogged up from the condensation of the warm pot of soup Mary brought, warming on the stove, and the bitter air outside - and the house smells like Euphemia Potter's pumpkin spice muffins. There's half-hearted Halloween decorations strung up on various walls - Sirius' addition to Friend-O-Ween, the new tradition he's been banging on about for months in the run up.

Remus likes to remind him that in order for it to be a tradition, it has to have happened more than once. Sirius likes to rebuke that he can't wait to make Remus eat his words next year. You like the idea. Anything that involves downtime with the people you love, the ones who you cherish more than anything - that's your cup of tea.

"You're not joining the debate, love?" Remus asks, head in James' cupboard as he roots around for his favourite mug.

You spot it on the drying rack, hand reaching out for the soft fabric of his orange sweater. Remus turns, eyes softening when you place the mug in his hand. He kisses the very tip of your nose, eyes intent on watching the way your cheeks redden. "I wouldn't have any argument. I've never seen The Nightmare Before Christmas." You shrug, eyes fixed on the way Remus' long fingers wrap around his mug.

Your boyfriend tsks, "That just won't do."

You laugh as Remus flicks the kettle on, peering over the edge of Mary's pot to check on the soup. It brings tiny drops of condensation to his chin, his forehead. You reach out and swipe at the skin with gentle fingers. Remus smiles softly when you venture up into the curls of his hair. He needs a trim, you think.

"Best tell Mary her soups about to burn." Remus speaks lowly, like he's scared he'll scare you off from touching him if he speaks too loud.

It's a warranted idea. His beauty is astonishing, really. Intimidating. You'd never take your hands off him if you let yourself. But you do, now, to turn the burner off and move the soup to the side.

"You think Sirius will banish me for not having seen his favourite movie?" You ask humorously.

Remus chuckles, stirring his tea. "Best not mention it, love."

He turns, hand encasing yours as he tugs you towards him. He smells like pumpkin and his eucalyptus shower gel, a little like cigarettes, but you won't begrudge him it. Marlene's a bad influence. His hugs are always warm, comforting. You turn your ear to his heart, revel in the feel of his strong hand against your skull and shoulder blade, listen to it's steady thump, thump, thump.

His lips press to the side of your head, just at the same time Sirius appears in the arch way entry into the kitchen. He has his hands on his hips and a fury in his eyes, "Y/N," He huffs, "Tell them that The Nightmare Before Christmas is definitely a Halloween movie!"

Remus laughs quietly into your hair, his shoulders shaking with the effort to hold it in. You shove your boyfriend away, though he doesn't go far. He never does.

"Soups ready!" You smile, as convincingly as you can.

"Nice save, lovie." Remus whispers, hand squeezing your hip playfully.

[kaeyx]

Little agreement - pt. 2

Pairing: beast!skk x gn!afab!reader

Warnings: smut

Additional notes: Based on @scaramouches-girlfriend's one shot of the same name, and serving as a continuation. Thank you very much for letting me put my spin on your work! More detailed information about contents under the cut.

Additional information/terminology used:

Names used for reader: pet, baby, darling (Dazai), doll (Chuuya)

Terms used for reader's anatomy: cunt, entrance, folds, sex,

Additional notes: Dazai calls chuuya his dog, first time and short discussion (like two lines) on the reader being a virgin, Dazai briefly implies he wants to go bareback

Edit: here's the link to the original if you want to read it!

"Well?"

You blink. This is pretty much the opposite of what a working environment should be, but then again.... it's not like mafiosos have unions. This is a shell company anyway. And if Dazai brought you specifically all the way here, it's probably not a test.

You push away from your desk, going over to Chuuya's side like a well trained pet, all while twisting your fingers together behind your back. The way he smiles sends heat spearing through you, and you try very hard to not think about the shadow pressing against his dark slacks and the way your skin is on fire.

"Get in." He gestures with his head, fiery hair falling around his cheeks. The massive doors click closed behind you.

The office is huge and beautiful, one wall made entirely of glass and allowing you a sweeping view of the city, the harbour and the glittering sea. A huge desk made of dark wood sits at the end of the room, and the boss of the port mafia is kneeling in front of it with a knowing look on his face. You walk forward a few steps, unsure, before Chuuya's hand presses between your shoulder blades and leads you all the way forward and around the desk. The tousled mess of dark hair that is Dazai observes you from underneath, and you feel like that fathomless eye is seeing right through to your very soul.

There's no time to worry about that though, not when a pair of hands slide around your waist and a warm mouth presses a kiss just above your collar, on the back of your neck. You jump in surprise, drawing a sharp breath and feeling how Chuuya's lips curl into a smile against your skin.

"I don't have all day." He reminds you, though his voice carries no actual annoyance.

Still it's enough to snap you out of your thoughts and you reach for the waistband of your pants. You undo the button with clumsy fingers and push the fabric over your hips, before Chuuya tugs everything down to your knees with impatience and kicks your feet apart. The message is clear, and you bend over the desk in a haze. It could almost be dismissed as a dream, a fantasy, but the leather-clad fingertips skimming across your back are very real indeed.

Your previous, covert grinding combined with the sound of Chuuya's moans coming through the door already had you feeling hot under the collar, but by now you're properly dripping. Dazai is still looking up at you, devouring each change in expression with the small, satisfied smile of a man whose plan has fallen perfectly into place.

The comparatively cold air washes over your sex and you shiver a little as Chuuya runs a hand over your lower back, pressing down to force your hips up a little more before sliding down to the back of your thighs with firm, shameless pressure. Despite his modest stature his hands are big, long fingers encased in pretty black leather spreading you open just a little. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to ignore how you must be visibly twitching, and how entertained Dazai looks by the whole ordeal.

"It's this bad already? You're dripping." Chuuya sounds half awed, half smug, his voice an appreciative purr.

"Poor pet, you need it that badly?" Dazai coos condescendingly, reaching out to run his knuckles over your cheek and stroke your forehead.

You hear the rustle of clothes as he shifts, still on his knees but now sounding much closer. Fingers stroke the back of your thighs and the curve of your ass, leisurely drawing closer to their target.

"Never had anything this good, darling?" The brunette's voice is deceptively sweet, but a boney hand grabs your jaw at an awkward angle and your eyes shoot open.

"Look at me when I talk to you, and answer." Dazai smiles, and it's a cruel thing. You squirm a little, wiggling your hips in the process and hearing a quiet hiss from behind. Chuuya's eyes are boring into the back of your neck, but he doesn't intervene.

"I've....never had anything like this, no." You answer at last. Could anyone truly ever have a comparable experience? "....Never had anything at all." You admit a little quieter, looking determinately down at the desk.

There's a little pause and your face grows hotter than ever, before Chuuya's voice comes from over your shoulder.

"Never?" He says above you, moving away from your entrance to rub his thumbs back and forth across your hips. You shut your eyes to escape Dazai's gaze, focusing on the polished mahogany of the desk against your cheek, but that's as good as any answer.

"Never," Dazai says breathlessly, running a finger over your jaw. "Aw."

"Hah, you're so cute, I can't believe no-one's gotten a hold of you before." Chuuya's gaze is burning into your back with renewed interest, his gloved fingers slipping under your shirt. The touches along your lower spine makes you shiver and arch your back a fraction, pushing your ass further up. He laughs, his voice low and raspy, way too damn attractive to be fair.

"Fuck... sensitive, are you? Going to let me take you like this?"

You swallow, but don't even have to think about it.

"Yes."

Something presses quickly against your back. Chuuya has bent down and given you a kiss before stepping back. "Just in case, baby." You hear a rustling and then the crinkle of plastic. "Fuck knows where he's been, don't want you catching anything." That's clearly directed at Dazai, who just grins.

"Don't worry darling, I'll take proper care of you." His dark eye is level with yours, the bottomless fathoms glinting. "I promise I won't let anything get in the way."

"Like hell I'm letting you have this," Chuuya growls. Something curls, satisfied, in your lower abdomen when you hear him.

"Hey, hey, be a good dog and share!" Dazai says lightly, his gaze flicking up to the man poised above you, centimetres away from sinking into you.

Suddenly the two bodies shift, Chuuya reaching out and grabbing a fistful of Dazai's tie and shirt to yank him up and forward. There's a delighted laugh that turns into a moan and Chuuya's body seems to vibrate with a growl that makes you shiver, warmth curling in your stomach. You feel two long, clammy hands grip the sides of your head and hold it in place, as something warm and twitching is pressed against your cheek and nose. Dazai, shuffling slightly to grind against you. You obligingly nudge the dark fabric of his pants and the heat beneath. There's a faint satisfaction in feeling him shiver as Chuuya continues to kiss him, grabbing him with the hand that isn't curling possessively around your hip.

There must have been pointed looks exchanged because Dazai simpers a little but backs off when Chuuya finally shoves him away. He leans down again so his face is level to yours on the desk and observes you closely with that single, dark eye. One of his fingers runs down your cheek, cold and boney, the bitten off nail scratching you ever so slightly. He smiles, and it's a cruel, mesmerising thing to see. You feel Chuuya squeeze your hip, tugging it up a little and raising your ass higher.

"Don't worry about him, I've waited for you long enough," he mutters.

You feel something prodding against you, his thumb barely parting your folds, and... it hurts. You take a deep breath, twitching involuntarily, feeling the sting at your entrance. Chuuya lets out a gorgeous, choked off gasp and your eyes go hazy, feeling Dazai pet your cheek and lean in closer with open curiosity on his face.

Chuuya more or less fits inside, pressing forward at a steady pace until his hips meet your ass. You feel him lean back and squeeze your waist appreciatively, his eyes boring holes into your back, and you shiver. Another involuntary pulse around him and his fingers tighten. Dazai's thumb presses against your mouth.

"Don't worry doll," Chuuya reassures, though his voice is strangled, "you're okay." He takes a deep, shaky breath and the heavy length inside you twitches again, making your walls pulse around him. "Does it hurt?"

You nod slightly and try not to notice how Dazai's eye lights up at the admission, running all over your scrunched up face while your cheeks burn, and your body is still protesting at the intrusion. Chuuya rubs your hips, kneading circles into the flesh and just sitting there. He doesn't say anything, but his breaths are shallow and fast, giving away his impatience. You belatedly realise he's waiting for permission, and something in your chest warms at the thought.

It's a little hard to look over your shoulder but you manage anyway, giving Chuuya a nod. "I'm okay now."

The movement is worth it just for the view, his hair messy and falling in his eyes and his hat a little askew, a definite tinge of pink to his cheeks. He grins at you, in a way that makes your stomach drop with anticipation and a little bit of fear, and rolls his hips experimentally.

You rest your head back on the table with a strangled whine, your eyes unfocusing for an instant before refocusing on Dazai's amused expression. Chuuya starts to pick up the pace and a full body shiver goes through you, goosebumps rising along your arms as you scrabble for purchase on the desk, mewling. Dazai laughs, a smooth little chuckle that suits his voice.

It gets harder and harder to focus as he sets an unforgiving pace, making your hips knock against the edge of the desk with enough force that you know they'll be bruised. Chuuya moans shamelessly, a gorgeous, breathless sound that sends shivers down your spine and makes need creep up into your chest. You could listen to this forever.

Dazai kneels before you, dark eye peering into your face and watching greedily as your face scrunches up and goes slack, moans and gasps being choked from your throat with every thrust. Now you understand why Dazai was making the noises you heard through the wall earlier.

There's a shift, Chuuya's hand pressing into your lower back to keep it pinned to the desk below as the other circles around to your front. His fingers carefully explore your flushed skin, reaching between your legs and coming away connected by a web of slick. He lets out a grunt of satisfaction and smears the mess over your thigh before finally reaching for your clit.

You hadn't even realised how neglected you were, too caught up in the improbable situation, but the texture of the leather feels foreign in such a perfect way on the flushed nub that you can't help your eyes rolling back a little.

His name slips out of you in a whine and you try to roll your hips but are met with the firm pressure of his other hand still on your back. Chuuya laughs as you shiver, a breathless sound full of satisfaction. He strokes and prods until his fingers find a rhythm, rubbing across the tender bundle of nerves while he happily slams into your cunt.

Dimly you realise two of Dazai's fingers are in your slack mouth, turning your moans and pleas into muffled whines. The brunette's other hand is busy with himself, stroking and palming the hardness in his slacks while he looks at you with hunger.

Everything mounts too fast, and you might be pleading for something through Dazai's probing digits pressing on your tongue. Chuuya leans down slightly, his heaving chest nearly touching you, his beautiful voice wavering. "Feels good?"

You let out a muffled whine, hopefully conveying the sheer need coursing through your body and lighting up every nerve. Your cunt is pulsing rhythmically, every muscle taut as you feel your need mounting with every thrust, every quick swirl of his fingers around your twitching clit.

"Hmm?" Chuuya's voice is nearly a growl, hoarse with lust. "That good? Fuck, are you close?" His head falls forward and he rests his forehead against your back. "I can't... 'm not gonna last."

A frantic nod comes from you and you wriggle your hips, trying to fuck yourself on his cock. He's got you pinned though, unable to do much more than rock back and forth in time with his movements.

"Good, that's good. Let go doll, want to feel you cum all over me."

With a command like that and in Chuuya's voice no less, you're teetering on the edge embarrassingly fast. The steady pistoning in and out of you, his fingers toying with you as if he can read your mind, Dazai's flushed face as he keeps humping his hand and fucking your throat with his fingers, it's all too much. You tip over with a muffled cry of Chuuya's name, shaking uncontrollably as your eyes unfocus and every nerve in your body sings.

And with the way your insides are twitching and fluttering around him Chuuya doesn't hold on any longer than you do, feeling your walls milk him as his own climax slams into him and steals his breath. He curls over you with a quiet gasp, also shaking as his movements stutter and then come to a halt.

The office swims back into your perception as you begin to recover, feeling how close Chuuya is now, and how his fingers and cock are sitting still, pressed against you. Breathing heavily and quickly you let your eyes shut, your legs trembling a little.

"That's enough Dazai, hands off," Chuuya says from above, managing to sound authoritative even though he's still breathless, the last few drips of cum dribbling out of him.

"But I'm not finished!" Dazai whines, looking up at you with his eye blown wide. He stops touching himself though, reluctantly taking his hand away and resting it on the desk with a glare at Chuuya.

"Yeah, that's because you don't behave." You can hear the grin in the redhead's voice, and feel his iron grip tighten a little more in a reassuring squeeze around your hips. You're still clamped down around him, enjoying the waves of pleasure lap at the edges of your consciousness as you come down from your high.

Chuuya eases himself out of you, but you don't even have the chance to miss the stretch before two leather clad fingers sink into your cunt, rubbing the gooey walls and scissoring you open a little more. You manage a soft, appreciative groan with your eyes still closed.

"I can assume you'll be coming back, right?" Chuuya asks, with a smug little lilt in his tone that suggests the question is rhetorical. You manage a little laugh, blinking your eyes open and looking at Dazai's tousled hair and flushed cheeks, at the way his eyes are sparking with unfulfilled greed.

"Yeah. Yeah I will."

[rowanix-cos]

Trucy Wright and Mr Hat ~ Ace Attorney

Finally got round to editing some pics that were taken way back in March (oops). Trucy is such a favourite of mine, as is Mr Hat, and they were such a joy to cosplay (though I did keep spooking people at con who thought Mr Hat was a real person hovering over my shoulder 🙃)

I made pretty much everything myself, and I am so proud of it all! (Details below the cut, feel free to skip)

Mr Hat is made from 2 cylinders of eva foam with PVC piping (plus lots of nuts and bolts) for support. And that's not editing! There is nothing supporting him from underneath, and he is hands-free to carry around; he is attached to me at the waist via 2 belts that thread through openings I made in the side seams of my dress. All the wood detailing was engraved in with a dremel before he was painted, and I drafted patterns to sew up his cape and shirt. Similarly, his hat is also made from eva foam and covered with the same fabric I used for the cape. The hat fits me too, just only when I have my Trucy wig on or else it's much too big :') His head is also on a hinge so his mouth can open and close. He's basically a big puppet!

Some notes: There are magnets in the hat and gloves to hold his hand in place as well as magnets in his jaw to hold his head close but unfortunately I didnt use strong enough magnets and my lovely Apollo (pictured) had to keep fixing him. His head also started drooping towards the end of the day (this is why I always test my cosplays before entering any competitions!) and I'm struggling to think of a better way to stablise it - if anyone has any tips, please let me know!

In any case, I am so so proud of him! Now onto Trucy...

I've cosplayed Trucy before, but I updated her a bit to go with Mr Hat. I sewed up a new cape (used the old one to make Mr Hat's) and used some glittery iron-on vinyl for the patterns on the diamonds, and added bells so I jingle when I move around!

The dress I found in a charity shop but it initally was a lot longer and much too big for me, so I took it in and up and added the adjustable side-openings + padding on the inside to hide the bumps the belts would make. I made the buttons + the earring from Polymer clay, and the broach with a polymer clay encasing and a resin jewel (which i had to make a mold for. They don't sell em that big)

The bag I also found but sewed fabric over the top to make it look more like Trucy's + added the belt. The neckscarf and Mr Hat's bowtie I completely winged. I stuffed them both plus part of the globes to give everything that cartoonish shape.

I think that's everything. Let me know if you have any questions!

[utilitycaster]

This will possibly skew my poll (although you are encouraged to vote how you want and argue for other things - I would love thoughtful meta on Ludinus's true origins and this is still, ultimately, speculative) but I am really enamored with the idea that he is from the group of elves in northern Wildemount who beseeched Corellon for aid, but were not answered - not because they were ignoring them, but because they had been deafened in battle with Gruumsh. Those elves then attempted to encase their civilization in ice and fled to the Feywild, returning afterwards to rebuild, as the ice didn't work.

This has so many elements that not only fit Ludinus's story, but allow for interesting hooks into other Calamity-era occurrences. If you take the story straight (and then have him get separated from the others in some capacity at any point following not getting an answer from Corellon), this all comes down to Ludinus perceiving an inadvertent absence as a betrayal, setting up the tragedy of dedicating his life to destroying the world, all over a misunderstanding. Sure, Molaesmyr is also the hub of elven culture and few will question his presence, but his willingness to go against the priests of the Arch Heart and to destroy feels much more targeted if it's not a flailing strike at all the gods, but rather vengeance on Corellon's ground.

You also set up where he may have gotten the idea to feed on fey energy and the knowledge to do so effectively; this even could set up how he was able to develop an alliance with the Unseelie Court. The timeline is loose enough - the Veluthil burns for a century post-Calamity - that we don't know what else he might have done. There's a chance for him to return to the Material Plane and work with the original Cerberus Assembly, or to have been the one to have set the arcane fire in the region in the first place. I also think the idea of Ludinus as a terrestrial-based wizard in the era of flying cities makes sense both in that he'd know of Aeor and perhaps even envy it, but be unfamiliar with the details of their tech and therefore preserving the idea that he is painstakingly and cleverly reverse-engineering this tech rather than just badly returning to what he already knew.

Finally: it explains a lot about his base of operations. Why not establish himself in Marquet? Why On some level, he remains in northern Wildemount because that is his home. Maybe he really was in Ivaadel for a time, but this is where he's from, changed as it is. The Dwendalian Empire is a useful tool, and the Cerberus Assembly's new incarnation a seized opportunity, but he could have originally been from where Rexxentrum now stands.

If any of this is the case, and that's a big if, I do wonder if he knows why Corellon didn't answer; or if he ever will.

[thought-bubble-doodly-doo]

Thoughts on the latest From Episode

Love Jade and Tabitha hanging out, talking about threads, very lovey. Jade continues to be a scrumbly wet cat of a man, and I love him.

ETHAN SAID VIKTOR WAS HIS BEST FRIEND! <3

I love that Julie and Elgin are hanging out and being friends. It was so innocent and teenagery. They hid from something they were supposed to go to, smoked pot, made fun of old people's clothes, and acted like regular kids. Good for them.

Fatima told her husband about the rotten food thing! I am excited to see the fallout from that.

VIKTOR SAW HIS DAD!!!!!!! HIS DAD SAW VIKTOR!!!!!! THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Screw all you theorists who said his dad was abusive. They are a HAPPY AND REUNITED FAMILY.

Also... YEAH VIKTOR"S DAD! Why isn't there a motel if there's a motel sign and a pool???? I feel like this detail is going to be something they'll have to touch on again since they brought it up.

So Dale went through the tree... And I think we all knew that it wasn't going to work out like it did last time. But I don't think any of us could've guessed how exactly it was going to turn out. My own theory was perhaps the monsters would have cut down, burned, or in some other way destroyed the tree, thus preventing the residents of Fromville from that method of escape. But when I saw the tree was still in tact, I wasn't sure what was going to happen. And then I saw the pool, and I assumed he had just plopped down with his guts splattered everywhere. What actually happened is SO MUCH MORE HORRIFYING. Oh my gosh. Literally encased in concrete, a tomb of his own stupid decisions. Poor guy.

So do all the faraway trees randomly change the locations they teleport to? If so, how did Viktor know at that time the tree would take Tabitha there? Is it temporally differentiated? Does the tree take you to the pool at 5PM but the light house at 6PM?

[ncroissant]

aquamarine hoshino x jealous! bimbo! reader

summary: after aqua's passionate kiss with akane on the final episode of 'love for real', aqua comes to home to your jealousy.

content warnings: spoilers to oshi no ko, suggestive, mentions of cock/crotch, toxic relationship, controlling behaviour, dacryphilia, manipulation, use of petnames: angel, sweetheart, good girl like once, no use of yn

wc: 1.2k

author's note: aqua is 16 in the anime and manga, mentally 40, but i'd like to age him up to 18!! this is not proofread, so there are probably a lot of mistakes, lmk if i need any more warnings!! minors please DNI !!

you spent most of your days encased in aqua's basement. he made the entire place feel like home; decorating it in pretty pink wallpaper and making sure you had anything in reach. whenever you asked for something, he would provide. he was fully set on servicing you as long as you obliged to his one and only rule:

'stay in this room, don't leave without my permission'

he would drill it into your brain like clockwork, never letting you forget, especially since you were likely to forget within a few seconds. you'd look up at him doe-eyed, hanging off his every word. you loved when he would tell you what to do and you could just blindly follow along. he was your best friend after all.

he spent a lot of his time with you: he'd check on you before and after school, he'd listen to you talk about the animes you watched and the mangas you read, or do his work assigned by the director while you sat in his lap, questioning every little detail.

but as of late, he came around to visit less and less, to the point where you would hear him come into the basement late at night, slipping under the covers to cuddle with you.

he convinced himself that you were the one insistent on being touchy-feely, but he was self-indulgent in the way you'd bury yourself in his arms, snuggling deep into his chest.

"aqua?" you'd mumble, feeling him wrap his arms around your waist.

"sorry angel, did i wake you?" he slid an arm on your back, rubbing it soothingly to lull you to sleep.

"no, s' okay, i missed you aqua," you flipped over, wrapping your arms around his neck, inserting yourself into his neck.

he reeked of women's perfume. you wanted to convince yourself he was going around stores finding you your perfect scent. but a pit in your stomach grew and you didn't understand why.

aqua would never tell you he was on a dating show. for one, he only needed to go on it to find clues on ai, but he also didn't want you to worry your pretty head over it. as much as he loved to see the frustration on your face when you were thinking, he knew he'd have to lighten the load for you.

it was tv day, aka saturday, because he was very insistent that TV was very, very bad for you and could only be watched for an hour a week. and miraculously, that hour was filled with content from the last episode of 'love for real'.

you sat there anticipatingly, already shocked from aqua's appearance in the intro, but the final moments had caught you off guard. although the two other guys had gotten rejected, aqua had marched over to the blue-haired girl, akane as you remembered, and placed a long, passionate kiss on her lips.

your eyes widened. he might have done a lot of things for you, but he's never kissed you before. he's never looked at you like that (at least not when you were looking). the tv automatically closed (as aqua had programmed it) and left you with a reflection of your teary-eyed expression.

your knees were pressed against your chest, your arms tightly holding them in place. you wanted to throw a tantrum, a fit, anything that would get rid of this stupid anger inside of you.

as if on queue, the lock on the door unlocked and in walked aqua. "hi angel, how was you day?" he slipped off his shoes, placing his bag down before looking over at you.

"aqua, why didn't you tell me you were on a dating show?" you pushed yourself onto all fours, kneeling in front of him with your stupidly big, round eyes, clinging to his tapered pants.

his eyes widened. he didn't know if it was a treat or a curse to see you in such a state. but, hearing that you saw the show snapped him out of his trance.

"how did you...?" shit. they changed the airing for this episode for saturday instead on sunday, he mentally cursed himself, remembering the fuss the crew made about it earlier.

his thoughts were cut by your sudden display of waterworks, burying your face into his thigh, hugging it like a babbling baby. "are you getting tired with me already?" you sobbed, pulling and pushing at the fabric of his pants.

he felt bad, he really did. but the way you were looking up at him so sweetly and clinging onto him like a little girl made his cock strain in his pants. he was biting back a smile before kneeling down to you level.

"so you saw it, huh?" he frowned slightly, holding the hand that gripped his thigh in his own.

"mhm," you nodded, crying incessantly, trying to wipe away your tears with a free hand.

"aw, c'mere sweetheart. let's get your tears out," he pulled you into his lap, allowing you to bury yourself into his shoulder as he patted your back soothingly.

you cried, rambling about how he didn't tell you and how he's never kissed you before. before you knew it, your hands had boldly gripped his shirt collar.

"why can't you kiss me like you kissed her, aqua? do you like her better?" you puffed your bottom lip out, tears still filling your waterline, leaning too close for aqua's comfort. you so badly wanted to be kissed by him too.

"angel, you know i can't kiss you, it's..." he trailed off, pursing his lips in thought.

it's not that he didn't want to kiss you. he felt like he was too tainted to even think about pressing his lips against yours. you were too pure and innocent. not a single thought inside your pretty little brain.

little did he know, all you could think about was him.

"aqua, please i wanna kiss." you pushed your lips out like a fish, clearly unfamiliar with kissing. he sighed in relief, but also somehow felt nervous to lean in.

he had countless fantasies about kissing you. more dreams beyond just kissing, but dreams of being intimate with you. if you hadn't shifted yourself right on top of his cock, he wouldn't have hastily pushed you down with his lips pressed against yours.

you squealed in surprise from the sudden movement, but he protected your head when you two had tumbled to the floor. he pulled away to look at you, both of you out of breath from the intensity of the kiss.

you looked so pretty just waiting for him to continue and let him do whatever he wanted to. he knew you'd agree with whatever he told you to do. but he wanted to relish in the fact that you were lying there so perfectly, patiently waiting his next command like such a good girl.

"you still want another one?" he teased, inspecting the redness on your face that trailed down the entirety of your body.

"mhm, wanna get her taste off your lips." his cock pulsed at your sudden possessiveness. you didn't even know how to kiss 10 seconds ago, but he wanted to see how much he could teach you in one night.

"yeah, you'll help me like a good, little girl, right?" he dragged you closer by the thigh before pressing his lips on yours once more.

[parkouringrabbits]

Snippet Sunday

Umm, I've never done this before, and this is actually my first actual post on tumblr. *Clears throat* hello to my like, 3 followers? Yea, you there, how's it going? 👉 👈 Oh, heres one @hylianworrier (I think I'm supposed to tag you for tagging me, right?)

Erm, I don't have much going on, I got this side durge fic, which is a little dark. It's probably gonna be a while before it goes anywhere, but you can have a bit of it if you'd like.

Modern AU, a durge named Jareth (Justin) and Gale, who is the librarian at Blackstaff university. Jareth struggles with voices in his head and a dark past, and he draws to keep himself distracted. He finds peace in the library and with a certain librarian.

Gale ponders Araj’s offer. Tempting as it was, there was no guarantee what she told him was even the truth. A wicked woman, but like a witch in the woods with a poisoned apple, he was tempted. What if that apple was a cure? Not even that, a simple extension. An extension of his mother’s life, wilting away like a long neglected sunflower that had done nothing but stretch for the sun and give others a glimpse into what true beauty was. Was he willing to bite that apple, soiling his own values? Maybe, just maybe. A small price to pay. He would lay stricken and cursed encased in a glass coffin, fooled by a magic wishing apple, all for the chance of ensuring that sunflower had the ability to touch the sun a few more times. The possibility of it being truly nefarious was very probable, but if he had learned anything in his 40 years on this earth, is that there is no such thing as absolutes. There’s always a gray area.  A paper falls next to Gale from seemingly out of nowhere. It startles him, and he sits back slightly. He glances at it briefly; it’s a highly detailed sketch of the library, viewed from the entrance. Turning, he looks up to a tall figure looking over him. It’s the man from yesterday, the same emotionless expression on his face. Justin, he remembers.  Gale is a little speechless, turning back to grasp the cartridge paper in his hands. The details are remarkable, from the diffuser on his desk to the number of shelves on either side of  the room. The floor to ceiling windows lining the back of the library are also here, a birchwood tree visible through the glass. From his  recollection, Gale only remembers the man visiting the library once. How had he remembered such painstaking details of the setup? Gale set the paper down, turning to Justin. “Remarkable, how did you manage to get every single detail in here? Is this what you were drawing yesterday?” Justin shook his head, “no. I drew it this morning.” Gale raised his eyebrows, “you have quite the talent. I’m impressed.” He looked around the break room, “what are you doing in here, anyway? This area isn’t for students.” Justin shifted, considering his question, “sorry. I didn’t know.” Gale sighed, “it’s fine. Thank you for showing me this, though.” He hands the paper back. “Keep it, ‘s yours.” Justin turned, leaving the room as quietly as he entered it.  Gale watched a little dumbfounded as Justin went back to the table he sat at the previous day, assuming his hunched over position. Gale studied him curiously as he flipped through a book and reached into his pocket. It was a new pencil, fresh and not within an inch of its life like the previous pencil had been. Justin opened his sketchbook and began diligently marking, seemingly lost within the pages.

[madaboutmunson]

Ok because the other two little fics were so well liked my brain could stop thinking about it.

So we've got how the song in question was written, the song when Corroded Coffin make it big, so consider this one the last time that song is ever played live by Corroded Coffin.

It starts with a little shocker so I've hidden the story under a read more so people don't accidently read it, in case it upsets anyone, but trust me when I say it's not all doom and gloom 😉 I got you 💚

The day the news of music legend Eddie Munson passing breaks, it plunged the world into deep, dark despair. A shocking departure that stopped newsreaders in their tracks to announce it.

The bombshell news was plastered everywhere for weeks, billboards, posters, newspapers, magazines, murals, tv show opening monologues, and this thing slowly emerging, the internet, had its forums full of theories as to what had happened, as no announcement had come from the Corroded Coffin camp as yet.

There was no sign of illness or injury. No accident or crime details. He seemed to have just...died.

The outpourings of condolences from countless heavy metal icons, hundreds of celebrities, some of which you would never have even guessed, liked Corroded Coffin, millions of fans worldwide held candle-lit vigils and sang their songs sombrely acapella in meeting places all around the world.

A week later, the band finally released a written statement.

"It was during the hellish times of high school that Eddie found us, protected us, guided us and forged this band of brothers that would go on to conquer not just our fears but the entire world. Impossible dreams came true countless times over, but now we sit in a waking nightmare at the loss of our leader, so now our time must come to an end.

A band is a sum of its parts, and with any one of us gone, this is simply not Corroded Coffin anymore. So it is with the deepest sadness but no regrets we have to say goodnight to you one last time.

Thank you for sticking by us all these years.

Remember to look out for one another.

HFC 4 Eva

The Remains of Corroded Coffin"

With the statement is an announcement that there will be a tribute show organised by Corroded Coffin, but they declined to play all but one song, which a special guest on guitar.

A month later, the tribute show goes ahead, but no stadium can hold it due to demand, mainly because the band had to fulfil Eddie's final wishes.

One of which was causing the most problems, Eddie wanted every member of the Corroded Coffin fan club to get the first refusal on a space at the tribute show. So no matter where in the world they were from, they were invited and their travel expenses paid, or something set up so they could join the live feed.

Eddie had jokingly set up the fan club at a merch table in the early days. It got you a Corroded Coffin badge, a hand-painted d20, a poster, access to a monthly newsletter/comic and a hand-drawn membership card signed on the back by the band, all for the price of five dollars. As the band grew, the fan club pack stayed the same, except the merch was better quality, it had to be mass-produced, and the price was lowered to one dollar.

The band also often had membership cards on their person or gave them out for free to fans that wanted them through their music charity for kids living in low-income areas.

So as you can imagine, there were thousands of potential attendees, but if you didn't have the card, you weren't getting in, no matter how much money you had or how famous you were.

The crowd is a sea of Corroded Coffin fans of all ages and all walks of life.

The first people out on stage are Corroded Coffin.

All of them.

The three band members wheel out an enormous coffin encased in rusted metal sheets with haphazardly driven rivets to keep it together, standing up tall, onto a platform at the back of the stage. They do this in absolute silence. The crowd is so hushed that on the recording, you can hear the ting of someone dropping a can.

Then the chants start, "Eddie! Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!" Hauntingly fierce like an army ready for battle, they know they can't win.

It spreads across the ocean of fans like a ripple of deafening voices.

Then the concert begins. Not only is the lineup littered with some of the most famous musical artists in the world, but also many of Eddie's favourite bands, and to introduce each of them is a celebrity pairing.

Nancy Wheeler and Robin Buckley. Prize-winning journalist and film director, respectively.

Tech Whiz Kids Dustin Henderson and Erica Sinclair.

Internet entrepreneur duo Jargyle.

Jim Hopper and Joyce Byers. Heads of a missing children's charity.

Award-winning scientists Mike and Will Byler.

Novelist Lucas Sinclair and Skateboarding legend Mad Max.

Then lastly, a fan favourite, Eddie's Uncle Wayne. He had made a cameo appearance in every video they had ever made, was on every concert video and was always thanked in the album notes.

"It is my greatest honour that the boys chose me to introduce the last performance of the evening. I know this song was his favourite, and many of yours also. So without further ado...Sadly, for the final time, Ladies and Gentleman, I give you Corroded Coffin," he shouts finally over the crowd's roar as flames shoot out of the sides of the coffin on stage, and the three remaining members walk out.

They say nothing and launch into the heaviest song Corroded Coffin ever wrote.

A lead guitar joins in but with no guitarist to be seen.

As the song draws to a close, a man walks out in a denim battle vest a little too snug for him, his hair voluminous but dishevelled. He's holding the prop guitar.

He swings it around, smashing it into the floor behind him, and with an almighty swing back in front of him, the guitar must know this is its last show because the body splits in two. The man rips the neck of the guitar out of the body and holds it above his head. The fake blood spills out of his mouth, and the tears flood down his face as he punches the air in time with the Eddie chants before he blows a kiss at the crowd and then one at the coffin.

There is a curtain call for all involved as pyros and flames fill the air around the stage until the last fan leaves the area. Then the curtain finally drops.

Everyone heads backstage or to the trailers behind it for food and drinks. 

All except one person. Steve Harrington.

He looks around to ensure the coast is clear, approaches the giant coffin structure, and puts his hand on it, still warm from the flames.

"I never did find the right time to tell you this, and it looks like I'm too late." The tears prick his eyes again, and the first one that escapes down his cheek causes the rest to follow in droves. 

His sobs are so loud he covers his mouth to quiet them for fear of anyone overhearing, "I love you, Eddie. I just didn't know how to say it, I-I d-didn't know if you felt the same, so I'd act like I didn't care and hoped you'd make the first move, but you didn't. And then you got famous, and were gone. I saw you a handful of times, and every time I wanted to tell you, something got in the way, or I chickened out, you know, because...well, because maybe you'd reject me and hate me or worse, you'd want what I did, and the press would eat you for breakfast. It would have ruined everything you built, and I couldn't handle that." 

He runs his hands through his hair, bows his head, and presses his forehead against the warm sheet metal. "I couldn't take that chance because I loved you so much, so very very much, Eddie." He plants a kiss on his fingertips and presses it against the name plaque on the coffin. He lets out a final guttural sob. "See you on the other side, Munson", he manages finally and walks away.

He takes a last look back over his shoulder as he wipes the tears from his eyes, and Steve swears he sees the thing move.

He shakes his head and takes a few more steps, he can hear Eddie cursing under his breath in his mind, and it makes him smile.

But then Steve freezes to the spot because there is a loud clang behind him. He doesn't want to turn around and fix Eddie's coffin, but who else is going to do it, right?

"Well, that was suffocating!" Eddies voice rings in Steve's head.

Steve steels himself and prepares to see the worst as he turns back towards the coffin, only to find the front of it completely off its hinges, and standing draped in his guitar, with crumbs in his hair and hat with two beer cans in with straws, is one, very alive Eddie Munson.

Steve cannot move. He mutters, "Oh god, I've finally lost it."

Eddie looks at Steve with a perplexed look on his face, "Ah, yeah, you have" he puts his hands on his hips, "Keeping a secret like that from me for like a decade. First of all, how fucking dare you wait until I end everything to tell me, and secondly, get over here, you big stud, and give me some well overdue sugar."

"What...the...fuck..." Steve fearfully whispers to himself, "I'm actually insane."

"Eddie!!" Dustin's excited voice rings out behind Steve as he charges forward, embracing him.

"Hey, watch my guitar, you little shrimp!" Eddie giggles and Ruffles Dustin's hair.

"Wait a second now," Steve says, finger pointed out in front of him, slowly stepping forward, "You can see him?"

Now it's Dustin's turn to look confused at Steve. He scoffs out a laugh, "Well, of course, I can! Are you feeling ok, Steve?"

"But...but...but he died...again...is he like... immortal, or something. Like a-a vamp.. vampire?" Steve tries gingerly, moving closer, one hand still stretched out in front of him like he's trying to ward off something evil.

Dustin and Eddie look at one another in confusion and start laughing.

"Steve, have you sampled some of the special backstage treats?" Eddie asks and turns back to Dustin, "I mean, that might explain why he also just confessed he's had a massive boner about me for over a decade!"

"Really?" Dustin says curiously, and Eddie nods as he takes off his guitar. "Wow."

Then the others start piling onto the stage, all of Eddie's nearest and dearest, and all of them are smiling and laughing and joking, except for Steve, who is watching this happen around him until he erupts.

"How can you all be so god damn normal about this??!!!!! He's just come back from the dead. Not like last time when he passed out. He's been dead for like a fucking month, and your all just-just fucking OK WITH THAT??!!" Steve is yelling at the top of his lungs, hands gesticulating wildly at them all, still keeping his distance, and the group falls silent.

"Oh, no, honey," Joyce says soothingly, walking towards Steve. "It's ok, it must be really scary to see this kind of thing, but you remember, right? It's all just for show." She turns and whispers to Hopper, "I knew all those bumps to the head needed looking at."

"FOR SHOW?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN FOR SHOW?! IT WAS EVERY-FUCKING-WHERE" Steve starts counting on his fingers, "It-it was on the news, and-and in all the papers, and-and the fans did all those vigils" He points accusingly at the band, "You were at least three of those!!"

Robin's eyes go wide "Steve, it's me, Robin. Hi!" She approaches him slowly, "I'm real. We're all real here. Everything is ok" Once Robin is within arms distance of Steve, he pokes at her and squeezes her arm to make sure she is, in fact, real, "OW!! Jesus!!!"

She bats Steve's hands away, "Ok, enough. Listen, did you open the fan club mail this month?"

"The fan cl-? What the hell are you talking about?? Is this a nightmare? Am I dead??!! Is this Hell??!!!" Steve shouts into the air.

"In this month's fanzine, it explained everything. The band wanted to stop and spend time with their families and start new projects, but the press was getting to a fever pitch with them. Gareth had his bins rifled through. Jeff couldn't even take his kid out for his birthday without getting hounded. So Eddie came up with this plan. That way, no one gets blamed for breaking up the band. It just is no more." Robin explains compassionately to Steve.

"So the whole crowd, all of you and the bands, they all knew it was fake?" Steve asks quietly whilst everyone is still staring at him and Robin.

Robin nods but then adds, "Well, not the other bands. We couldn't risk it, but we and the fans are loyal enough to keep a secret. Plus, if anyone even tries to say they've seen him, they'll be labelled like those Bigfoot-spotting people."

Steve shakes his head, "But I'm not a member of the fan club?!"

"The absolute audacity!!! What, you fucking love me, but you're not a member of my band's fan club? What kind of half-assed groupie are you?" Eddie shouts, astounded and a little insulted at Steve.

Jeff turns to Eddie, "You knew he wasn't, man. You made him that special membership card at the hideout for valentine's day, but you never gave it to him, remember?"

"Shut up!" Eddie says through gritted teeth at Jeff.

Steve stands more confidently, his hands on his hips, "Oh, is that so?"

"Yeah, that's right", Gareth laughs, "And then when we were talking about this, you said you'd call him and tell him yourself, Eddie, remember?"

Eddie bites his bottom lip and tries to look as innocent as he can from under his hair, smirking over at Steve, "Did I say that? Really? Funny thing that... I don't remember"

Steve's eyes go wide, "Why, you little shit!!" Steve runs and lunges for Eddie. Eddie is laughing and yelling as he's being chased around the stage by Steve, who eventually captures him in a bear hug when he runs the wrong way around the drum kit.

"urgh...god...let me..." Eddie struggles angrily and tries to wriggle free as Steve squeezes him.

"Oh-hoh no, you are going nowhere, you little prick!" Steve says, squeezing him tighter, making Eddie's face screw up, "What you did, was so not cool!"

"I...only...did...it...cus..." Eddie tries to talk, but it is difficult. He can hardly breathe.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Excuses. You wanted to make me look like an idiot!" Steve says with an unimpressed tone.

Eddie's face is turning pink as he frantically shakes his head in a no.

"Oh, you didn't? Then why?" Steve says, loosening his grip enough for Eddie to take a breath.

Eddie's body sags a little as he takes a deep breath, "Because... I wanted to see if you'd be sad if I died." Eddie says quickly, "I mean, I didn't expect you to agree to headline and the whole speech, you know?" Eddie says, trying to hold back an adoring smile.

Steve squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head in disbelief, "You made me go through a month of grief to see if I would be sad if you died?"

"Well...it was supposed to be just a day, but then I got genuinely distracted by everything, and then it was two weeks later, and then I thought I could surprise you by jumping out of the coffin, and you'd be overjoyed and I'd say something romantic to maybe win you over, like..." Eddie looks everywhere but at Steve as he details everything.

"Like what? What could you possibly say to make up for that, you complete shithead!" Steve says with an angry squeeze, making Eddie wince and groan.

"That I fought an army of angels and the hordes of hell for one kiss from your sinfully perfect heavenly lips because you're my muse, my love." Eddie manages to get the words out with a struggle.

"What?" Steve says, lessening his grip.

"The songs I write, the ones with my name next to them on the albums, they're all about you," Eddie says as he catches his breath.

"What?" Steve says again, wholly bewildered and fully releases Eddie.

"Our first number one, the one that got a Grammy, and was used in a bunch of movies. That's about you. The um, slow one with the choir on the unplugged album, that's about you. The one we close the shows with, the one with no words, that's about you too. And loads more," Eddie says, adjusting his clothes, looking back up at a dumbfounded Steve, "What? You had no idea? You don't remember? in the garage? You corrected the spelling of sleeve, but it was supposed to be Steve. I just forgot to cross the t" Eddie looks between Steve's eyes for a glimmer of comprehension.

"Ohhh", Steve says finally and points at himself and smiles.

Eddie smiles back at this lovable weirdo and nods.

Steve claps his hands together and looks pleased as punch, turning to the others still pointing at himself with a look of happy surprise. 

Everyone nods at him except for Mike, who throws his hands up, "Are you kidding me? The song we danced to at our wedding was about Steve??? Oh my god!" Mike has to be consoled by Will and Nancy.

Steve eventually turns back to Eddie with a massive smile on his face.

Eddie plays with his hair and looks coyly up at Steve swaying from left to right, "So I dunno, do you maybe wanna come live on a secret island with me for a few years until people forget about me, maybe? I mean, I'll have to get my hair buzzed first, and um, lose the whole rockstar get up" Eddie looks up hopefully and gives a cute little shrug.

Steve folds his arms and taps his lips thoughtfully, "Hmmm."

"OH, MY GOD! Could you grown-ass idiots just kiss already? I could be solving the mysteries of the goddamn world, ok? But instead, I'm stuck here waiting for a long-haired freak and his little ex-sailor boy bride to figure out what everyone else knew years ago!!" Erica shouts, exasperated.

"Apart from Mike", Dustin whispers.

"Yeah, except Mike, who is also on team dumbass!" Erica adds.

"Hey!!" Mike says, annoyed, and is immediately swamped by Will, Joyce and Nancy as Hopper pats Erica on the shoulder with a smile.

"Get offa me, sasquatch!" She says, rolling her eyes.

"Well, you heard the lady," Steve says with a smile walking with an over-the-top swagger towards Eddie.

Eddie grins mischievously, jumps up to grip onto Steve like a koala on a eucalyptus tree, and kisses him, once on the lips, with an audible mwah sound.

Steve looks at him with a laugh, "I hope you've got more where that came from because you've got a lot to make up for, Eddie Munson."

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[can-of-pringles]

Do you have any details about your winged characters' wings (or habits/routines they have around their wings) that only a bird owner would know? Are there any things non-bird owners get wrong about wings/feathers that make you cringe to read?

Or just any other details about how having birds affects the way you write, like... bird-like traits I guess lol

Thanks! Good questions.

Hm... I haven't really thought of specifics before but I guess now is a good chance to.

For specific characters, both Odel and Iriel (more so Odel) had to add/learn the habit of caring for their wings into their schedule eventually because it wasn't something taught or encouraged by Heaven. (Since it's not considered related to work so why spend time on it when you could just miracle your wings groomed) and yes technically using a miracle would get the job done, but it's not the same.

And then Lee had to get used to her whole new bird form (let alone wings) but to her, I imagine the wings almost felt like secondary arms that she had to learn how to use... or maybe just like her arms but they're different now? Anyway, there was certainly a learning period. I think she did gain some instinct though, but just instinct alone isn't enough.

Now not as character specific but little habits or routines most of them would do I think. Okay, one thing's for sure, birds are dusty. Very dusty. They will get dust on you and little particles I guess? From preening. Even slightly their wings drop some dust. So maybe winged characters would put a sheet/towel down when grooming so the dust is caught and the sheet can just be washed. Unless they want to vacuum it up I guess. I also am wondering if they'd have an air purifier to help. Or something like that to help with the dust.

I don't know exactly what kind of feather it is, but there are these super 'sticky' (not physically sticky, but rather they just stick to surfaces like crazy) feathers that get everywhere. They're like little fluffs rather than a typical feather. Maybe it's downy feathers or whatever they're called. But anyway I can imagine that no matter how well characters clean their home, somehow one or two of these feathers will be sticking around lol.

I don't read a whole lot of (poorly written) fics with winged characters but one thing I would run into sometimes was that characters would use brushes on their wings? Don't do that! Even if it's a super soft bristle brush, it's not really worth it. No combs either. Just no combs or brushes like we use on our hair. Feathers aren't the same as hair. You can just gently run them through your fingers.

Also, kinda gross but feathers can be kinda greasy... it's not grease exactly but birds have like a gland around their tail that makes a coating thing they use on their feathers to keep them looking good I think. (Including on wings I'm pretty sure) but yeah if a winged character is preening their wings maybe there would be a gland somewhere? And they're probably going to want to wash their hands afterward.

In the same thing, but also I never see pin feathers get mentioned. Even though they're super common. Pin feathers are new feathers that birds grow that are encased in a sort of... greasy coating that they have to groom and remove in order to free the new feathers. The coating is not very hard so it doesn't take much to remove them. And most of the time other birds will help preen them. (Or owners can help too if their birds are cool with it) so maybe it could be a bit of a bonding thing between characters? Especially if they're in a place that's not easily reached.

Another thing I like to mention in writing when/if it comes up is that molting takes a lot of energy, and so I personally think most winged characters would probably feel a little tired or under the weather during a big molt. It can take a lot out of birds and sometimes you have to give them extra vitamins, minerals, or certain food to help. So maybe when winged characters are molting they could take more/any supplements or things like that. Yes, it is different when it's just wings molting, but most winged characters are humanoid, meaning their wings are probably extra big compared to a bird.

Probably just one more tip/thing I would include, potential body language through wings. Of course, my experience is just budgies, so keep that in mind, but I think they say a lot with their wings. If they hold their wings out, it's probably hot. Keeping wings super close to their body and all of their feathers are flat against their body? Probably scared. Squawking and continuously flapping their wings/flying or hovering slightly in the same place? In my experience that's throwing a bit of a fit lol. Just stuff like that I think could really add to writing winged characters, if you're looking to add more bird characteristics.

Sorry, this kinda turned into a long rant about just general bird/wing advice. Hope you still like it anyway.

[fairlyabookie]

I'm Dreaming

Author's note: A late bday gift for @mcdonaldsnumberone! This is my first time writing bllk - Sorry if this seems ooc! Hope you enjoy!

Note: implied established relationship | pet names

You stare at the reflection draped in pastel blues and subtle white, a bold corset outlining your bust, accompanied by a lavish bow at the waistline. This dress was different from what you'd typically wear for formal events: romantic yet feminine, bold yet commonplace. The colors were perfect, a shade of blue that reminded you of a sky by springtime. The shoes, off-white heels with a bit of satin by the belt, brought attention to the dress. 

Light knocks tap on the door. 

“Can I come in, [Reader]?” 

Feeling heat rush by your ears, you consent. In comes your boyfriend Kaiser, his handsome features melting to an expression of pleasant surprise. 

"You look absolutely stunning, my love." 

A voice startles you from your stupor, streaks of blue and blond sneaking by your side. Warm hands encase your waist as a smile graces the interloper's lips. 

"Kaiser.." 

There was no way to avoid his love stricken gaze, heat rushing up your cheeks and your ears by the comment. 

"What do you think, hmm? Is this the one?" 

"..." 

You dare not voice out the affirmative, lest you'd be faced by a coquettish remark from him. Not even just an hour since you two entered the store, you two had fallen head over heels for this dress; it complemented Kaiser's royal blue locks and embodied a dress your childhood self would love to wear one day.

Kaiser, in his right mind, almost felt guilty monopolizing you for a shopping trip. Sure, it wouldn’t cost much to buy a pretty dress for you; besides, he quite liked that flustered expression on you. The blue dress, in his opinion, was perfect; he noticed the way your gaze lingered on the mannequin donning the dress, and how he almost envisioned you in it. 

“I’ll take this dress.” 

You say after a while of contemplation. 

“Perfect. I’ll buy it for you.” 

“Hmm? I thought we’re just going to rent it for the gala..” 

“No, I’m buying it.” 

He buries his nose against the crook of your neck. 

“Wearing this dress for one day would be such a waste; you could wear this dress how many times you want to wear it. That’s an order from me.” 

A scoff escapes your lips by the cheesy yet adoring remark, an intense heat encompassing your ears and neck. 

"Don't you have a penchant for flirting around with pretty things, Your Highness."

You pray sarcasm could save you from the emotional turmoil he was giving you.

"Oh, I do. When I see my said pretty thing enjoying themselves in front of me."

~ ~ ~

Days prior, you noticed a poster advertising a school-wide gala that would take place on the following weekend. Morbid curiosity had you taking a picture of the poster as a reminder to yourself. 

“Hey.” 

You almost let a curse slip, your phone jolting from your grip by the sudden call. 

“Kaiser, you seriously need to stop sneaking around! At least announce your arrival or something!” 

“Fufu, aren’t you adorable, my little bunny. What’s this?” 

Kaiser’s gaze fixates on the poster detailing the gala, an intrigued smile curving his lips. 

“It’s a dance.”  

You say. Memories of middle school and high school dances flicker about your mind - awkward episodes that almost made you cringe on the spot, stories of long dresses getting dragged and lavish - almost ostentatious - get ups for just a spectacular night. 

Your boyfriend, whom you'd never thought you'd be in a relationship with, spares a glance at you before asking. A devilish thought bubbles in his mind: driving you to the most lavish department store he could think of was the perfect idea.

“Shall we do some shopping then?” 

You instantly reply, not thinking twice about what his suggestion would occur should you consent.

“Yes.” 

[roguelov]

There's a lot here so filth warning for use of restraints, sex toys, hand job, blowjob, anal play, overstimulation, squirting, and my favorite part... Dom Reader 🤭

Morpheus would try to do everything possible to fill out his partner's sexual needs, even if they haven't said it out loud. He can be very enthusiastic about it and sometimes get in over his head, not thinking about the possibilities of his partner's fantasies, only the fact that he wants them happy and satisfied.

So one day in The Dreaming, he leads you both to your shared chambers when the mood is right. He hopes more than anything that you'll voice your hidden wants to him.

However, the - what feels like - hours of kissing and slow grinding against each other makes him impatient. He's eager! The Dream Lord releases your lip from between his teeth, quickly soothing the indent that has formed with his tongue, before speaking.

"I can feel you hesitating, My Love," his voice is gentle as he cages your head between his arms. Morpheus' sparkling eyes have dimmed considerably compared to a few moments ago, ready to cease his actions at your word. "Am I going too fast?"

You part your lips only for nothing to come out. This is something you've never thought of having a conversation on. The evidence being how much you've both spoken about your enjoyment before, during and after the multiple days and nights pleasuring each other, bringing the other towards equally shared bliss. So why bring up something that could potentially throw a wrench into that ectasy?

"It's just... I..." You trail off with your gaze switching between his twinkling irises. You take a deep breath and release it slowly. "I want to have sex with you, don't get me wrong," your genuine smile eases his mind only slightly. There are still questions swimming around in his head. But instead of bombarding you with his anxieties, he encourages you to continue with a small tilt of his head.

"I don't want to scare you with what I want to do."

Your words give him pause. You? Scare him? After your years of being together, bearing your souls, and promising to stay by the other's side?

"Oh, Dear Heart," he drops his head to place a reassuring kiss to your lips. "Please, quell those thoughts." Another kiss. "I will always speak on what I do and do not enjoy just as you have." He leans down for another, this one much slower than the last. "We will figure this out as we always have." You smile, this time bringing down Morpheus' head to peck his lips.

"Would it be easier if I let your fantasies run rampant within our chambers?" His proposal has your eyes growing wide with alarm but he can see the underlying arousal burning within you. He can see the confidence in you grow exponentially and it ignites his own passion. Your ideas ready to be fulfilled. Your lips form a line of determination and you give a decisive nod.

Golden specks skate over the two of you, the walls also trickling sand and the world becoming dark for but a mere moment as the environment reshapes itself.

Suddenly, you are catching yourself on your and Morpheus' bed. One knee on the edge of the comforter and hands landing shoulder width in front of you. As you try to even your breath from the startling shift of gravity, you lift your head and oh what a sight there is to behold.

The bedroom is dark save for the perimeter of the bed being illuminated by candles. In front of you, tied to the headboard in black silk, is the love of your life. His wrists are bound together and his ankles are encased in a similarly colored set of padded cuffs to keep his legs open. His legs in question, are hugged inside of satin stockings all the way up to his thighs. The patterns mimic floral and feather-like details swirling into one another.

Forcing your eyes away from the fabric and between his covered legs is another task that feels like it takes years. Tucked and properly lubricated inside of Morpheus' ass is an above average size anal plug. If you didn't gulp at the sight of it, you probably wouldn't have noticed the buzzing coming from said object.

A half bitten groan tears your gaze away. Morpheus' head is thrown back as he grinds down on the toy, almost teasing you, tempting you to come closer. So you do, crawling on all fours up the bed and over the Endless' body like a feline about to strike. The Dream Lord is already teary eyed, not unlike other times you two are in the throes of passion.

"Thi- ahhh - is most unexpected, My Love," Morpheus stutters as he forces his watery gaze to meet your more stunned expression. His face is flushed, hair even wilder than usual, and slight smirk present. He gives a shudder and he's once again moving the plug inside of him against the bed with an open mouth that turns into a grin as your eyes darken. "But not unwelcome."

Your hand rises to gently land on Morpheus' sweat covered chest. He releases a breathy moan at the contact and tries to move as far as his restraints will allow him so he can be closer. This truly was everything you hoped and dreamed for. The love of your life powerless under your touch, ready to accept anything from you, eager to please and receive what you deemed him worthy of. Your worries from earlier disintegrate as your hand trails down past the curls of hair wetted by precum.

"I love you so much," are the only words you can muster before you dive for his lips, your hand simultaneously wrapping around his leaking cock. He keens and hungrily kisses back as you jerk him off. He's so into this. Committed to the role that he is allowing to play out from your deepest kept secrets. Not able to do anything but receive and let go. It's almost mind numbing for both of you.

The pitch of his muffled moans go up a fraction but just enough for you to know the orgasm about to rip through him. And oh it does. His back arches so beautifully and his legs have wound themself around you at some point. The flame from the candles grow as Morpheus reaches his first high of the night, kiss swollen lips forming a perfect 'o', dark eyebrows bunched up, limbs shaking, body on fire.

You don't stop there. Not after the second orgasm you give him where you remove the plug from his hole to instead press it to his already hardening cock so your index and middle finger can explore the newly vacant area. Not after the third orgasm you give him which closely follows the last, this one with the anal plug buzzing against his perineum and the warmth of your mouth engulfing his cock. And definitely not after the fourth orgasm where you hold his tongue and lips hostage with your own and don't even fully insert the vibrating plug before brushing against something so deep inside of him that he cums immediately.

Your own clothes feel too tight, a pool between your legs having formed long ago from witnessing Morpheus in the lingerie. You look and feel like you're panting more than him, which is true.

"One more? Please? I promise this will be the last one. I can see you becoming exhausted," you speak into his ear after several breaths, your eyes half lidded and searching his sweaty face. He turns his head, mind half melting, meeting your lips once again in a slow and all consuming kiss before answering your request with a challenge.

"I'll take anything you give me."

It's instantaneous, the overwhelming pleasure from his other releases combined with the new spot inside of him that you now zero in on with the cum covered plug. He somehow reigns in his control of the blazing candles, making sure not to burn down your surroundings. Morpheus' cock pulses after one thrust of the plug harder and faster than the rest and he's stumbling off the edge once more, face of pure ecstasy and moaning you name with unfiltered adoration and devotion.

His release is thinner and more transparent, spilling up and off the sides of his lithe figure. The aftershocks in his body seem never ending as he descends into his body one final time. His eyes peek through his long lashes and his restraints fade away.

Morpheus beckons you to lay besides him with a single hand lifting off the bed. You join him under the covers that clean themselves and wrap yourself around his warm frame, happy about the outcome of the conversation you have been dreading for so long. He's dried and cleaned himself off with nothing but a thought and his face finds its way in your neck. He huffs a laugh as his lips graze your skin,

"We should do this again."

I CAME BACK TO THIS AMAZING SHIT HOLY FUCK!!!

THE CARE? THE LOVE? THE SPICINESS? LINGERIE? THE ‘I’ll take anything you give me’??? IM IN LOVE WITH ALL OF THIS!!! I LITERALLY HAVE NO WORDS

[graylinesspam]

Attending galas was one of the bigger perks of joining the Wayne family in Selina's opinion. The children were never so enthused as she was, but that mattered little to her. Selina was a woman who loved to be seen.

Even and especially if that meant being draped over the arm of a handsome man. She had always believed that the natural counterpart to stealing was flaunting. Why have what others cannot envy?

So as the boys tugged their ties and bemoaned their state of dress Selina was primping. Smoothing her hands down the length of her white satin bodice. The gala tonight was sea themed so she'd had Bruce commission something special for her. It was a faithful recreation of Christian Dior's 1949 dress Junon. The large scalloped skirt details that would have looked very tacky in any other style shined just the way that Dior had designed them to with over three thousand hand sown sequins. Over every white petal curve blue and white sparkles caught the light like drops of water.

She'd had her hair jelled into finger waves; little black curls left plastered to her forehead. She was only waiting for Bruce to deliver her jewelry.

"Any idea what he's picked out?" Selina asked Dick as he leaned against the wall beside her mirror.

"something extravagant I'm sure" he sighed

Selina and Bruce had a game they played, where he picked out her jewelry and she always complained that it was too plain. Selina was the kind of woman that would always be dripping in diamonds if she could. And Bruce while rich had old fashioned tastes.

"well I hope that he'll do better than a string of pearls, I can't let every old biddy in the building out do me in that respect."

Dick cast an uncomfortable look to Barbara, his date, who Selina could see through the mirror was pulling long white opera gloves on.

"The Waynes don't wear pearls." Barbara corrected while she ran a hand over the chain of sapphires that sat snug round her neck.

Selina paused as she was putting away her lipgloss. "oh, I see. Well, all the better. everyone else will be wearing pearls, and when I won't be, it'll be easier to show them up."

Bruce appeared then at the top of the stairs in his dark blue suit A White satin box in hand. Everyone stood back as he descended the stairs and held the long rectangular box out before him.

He lifted the lid and revealed the necklace. It was sizable. Three long rows of rectangular cut diamonds encased in silver made up a two finger wide chain that plummeted low and embraced a massive blue diamond, like to hands cradling it gently with softly curling fingers.

The entire setting was breathtaking but not so much as the center diamond that was almost as large as Selina's palm. Her eyes sparkled at the sight of such an impressive stone.

When Bruce secured the heavy thing around her neck she couldn't believe how well it all went together. The light muted color of the diamond made it somehow less overpowering to the outfit than a sapphire of similar size would have been. But it shined with the dress as did her gelled hair and shiny lips. It was utterly perfect.

"No earrings to go with it?" She teased instead of admitting defeat.

"what earrings could possibly compare?" Bruce replied.

outfit under the cut

listen are these wildly out of the box items to style together? yes, but Selina is a go big or go home kinda gal and I think this fits her literally to a T.

[itchyeye]

(Avatar headcanon anon) I really enjoyed reading your thoughts on the topic too! Especially the detailed categories of fear-alignment! And I actually almost included a note on Melanie's bullet removal in my write-up but then thought I was getting too off-topic, but I 100% agree that the bullet should have just been the catalyst, not the thing keeping up the connection. But didn't Melanie have the bullet before she signed up for the Archives? I agree that this is where it kind of falls apart a little, even though I do like the idea that that's why the Slaughter couldn't have claimed her fully, because then both Daisy andMartin go and contradict that idea, because their pull to the other power was much stronger than the pull from Beholding. But in any case, I generally thought the Slaughter storyline was extremely weak, and I'm saying this as someone who initially liked Melanie. I just think she worked better as a character who dropped in from time to time with an update than part of the Archives crew.

And oh, I think I misunderstood something then, because I thought that the ritual in 160 was not the Watcher's Crown? (I think it was called The Magnus Archives by Word of God. Gerry says Elias is planning the Watcher's Crown, but he would have based that on the information he had before Elias realized all rituals were doomed to fail.) Because yeah, I definitely agree that keeping that a secret and making it a twist was great! I also figured that Jon was getting marked for some purpose, but obviously, I couldn't have guessed that it would be that. I'm still so enamored with it all, "The Chosen one is someone I chose" and that Jon just so perfectly followed the path Elias had laid out for him, and *kicking my feet and twirling my hair*.

Rereading the script for episode 160 though, I see that we do get enough details on the original Watcher's Crown. Still, I wish we could have had a little more. (This is getting on a tangent, but I still wish that after all the letters TO Jonah, we could have had one letter FROM Jonah... but written back then, since well, of course we (or rather Jon haha) very much got our letter from Jonah in that episode. I especially would have liked more details on him founding the Institute, and it's such a wasted opportunity that Jon and Martin were sent to Scotland so they could roadtrip back to London, but they don't pass the original Institute in Edinburgh?)

In any case though, thank you for letting me ramble a bit about my headcanons! I haven't had the opportunity to do that in a while, and I'm enjoying it :D

oh wait you're totally right!! she got shot in india before coming back to the archives because she wanted to give jon another statement (fan behavior) and he was kidnapped at the time, so elias gave her an employment contract you're totally right

so maybe... the bullet was an artefact that was turning her into a monster, but the contract to the institute was powerful enough to slow her transformation because she didn't get really bad until post-s3 finale.

i think this... kind of tracks with daisy? daisy was a fully realized avatar of the hunt when she signed her contract. her status as a hunter didn't change when she was doing elias' dirty work. hold on i just typed that and realized that maybe daisy never had a contract...? wasn't it that elias made basira sign a contract and that was what made daisy connected to/indebted to the institute? because she would do anything to protect basira and basira was now at elias' mercy. and then when she was inside the buried, she couldn't die because avatars can't die. she was just effectively encased in cement. BUT, going into the buried (and probably lots of other illegal cop things daisy has done way before tma-canon) would kill any normal person. she was being kept safe/alive by the hunt. when she started ignoring the hunt, she started withering away.

martin i think is sort of a special case. he was marked by the eye because of his institute contract and his experience in the archives. but then he had one of if not the most powerful avatar of the lonely molding him into his protege. (i still do. not. buy. that martin could have resisted peter's influence the way that he did unless he was a web avatar. i have to type fast because there are men chasing me down this hallway with butterfly nets but listen. listen to me. web!martin is real. web!martin was the plan from the b- [lOUD LOONEY TUNES CRASHING NOISES])

and oh my god no you are totally right!!! the watcher's crown was the name of the old ritual. and yes there is a discord message somewhere where jonny says that the new ritual would be more appropriately termed the magnus archives, since of course, the whole of the podcast is the ritual :.) i forgot about that, i've just been calling the ritual elias invented with jon the watcher's crown this whole time.

ok then i'll pivot and say i would LOVE to know more about the original watcher's crown. we know the gist of it from smirke's letter and from peter's summary but i would have loved a full episode dedicated to it like we got for the dutch unknowing.

kicking my feet and twirling my hair WITH YOU this is SO ROMANTIC <3 literally they made each other gods. the chosen one was just that, someone i chose. i'm writhing on the floor!!!!!!!

and god a letter from jonah back to his correspondents, dreamy sigh. it would make sense that jonah wouldn't have his own letters, of course. and i love love love love that he is a hoarder and keeps all his own correspondence (i've written about why this is another reason he wouldn't be a good archivist) but ooooo i would love an episode of jonah, young jonah in his original body, still discovering the fears, before he'd built his institute, before he'd become an avatar.... (assuming it would be a good episode and jonny would do him justice because this is my dream world and i can set my standards however i want them)

you are so welcome! this has been very interesting, thank you for sharing your head canons with me and for tolerating my ridiculously long responses. :) if you ever feel like telling me more about them, my ask box is always here to welcome you.

[onewomancitadel]

Hi Seraphina,

In Volume 4 Tyrian remarks that Jaune interests him (or something to that effect). He looks down to his shield briefly while saying this. Given that Jaune is now a mythological character *in universe* (lol) perhaps Tyrian read about The Rusted Knight in "The Girl Who Fell through the World" and, well, someone who looks like an older version of Jaune is described. Maybe by chance his description also includes this small detail of the emblem on his shield (the two moons/arcs).

Does this sound reasonable, and more importantly could this idea have any significance if true? I for one am entertained by the notion that Tyrian is a mythology nerd.

Kind regards,

seldomkeep

Dear seldomkeep,

Yes, the Tyrian remark is one of those dreaded things because I've seen it used to support all sorts of theories, and I tend away from ambiguity and overt literalism.

To my eyes it's far too ambiguous in any way to set up a direct Rusted Knight thing (e.g. that Tyrian's twigged there is some myth afoot), because I don't even know if Salem knows about Ever After. That is to say, it would be much more reasonable for Tyrian's character to assume the relation is only cutesy reference at best. I also have assumed all this time that Jaune's emblem is the family herald, so there's no reason not to suspect that it's simply because of his family name. Which, mind you, at this point in V4, Jaune as a character outside that stuff really started to develop.

I don't think it's reasonable to assume from a narrative perspective that Tyrian is setting up this idea of the Rusted Knight whether that is by literal awareness or dramatic irony. It's certainly only something you'd pick up in retrospective, and the implication that he knows anything about the Rusted Knight (for Tyrian, who serves a literal fairytale figure, it's not a terrible stretch he'd know) but also by extension is aware the Rusted Knight is real is a lot for me to assume. I'm not dismissing that this can't happen, but then the question I'd have next is: why? What does it achieve? I can't really identify what it does story-wise or even practically speaking (e.g. strategic set-up).

But I don't think it's wrong to assume there is some sort of strange Jaune-Tyrian connection. I really don't know what fashion it's going to eventuate at any point, but I've always wondered why their Semblances contrast so (Aura-penetrating vs. Aura/soul-touching) unless it's really just a matter of coincidence. It's also not lost on me that Tyrian is a figure who effectively encases Mercury (as a false father figure) and Jaune has some weird set-up related to a certain Fall Maiden's redemption arc, so I don't know if there's any connection there, either (since I contend Mercury will probably be saved too).

Of course the thing I'm curious about here is to what degree is there set-up for the current scenario with Jaune and with him permanently, basically, being the Rusted Knight - which does colour some of these scenes now, no doubt. I'm still ambivalent about the permanency of his current state, but I also heavily doubt that ascendancy works the way people think it currently works (losing all one's memories) since, well, from a purely practical perspective, they're not people of Ever After, and if Jaune's fears are affirmed, that's not really interesting character development, nor does it really answer what he's most fearful of about himself and the world around him. (Of course, I do think that he will be afraid).

So no, I am sorry to say that I don't really buy it, mostly because whilst it might be neat character effect (in my eyes, it's more to do with the fact Tyrian is the one most 'aware' of Salem's predicament, he knows whom it is that he serves - myth/fairytale is real) from an analytic perspective I can't really see it working or what it would serve. As it is with character dialogue, the foreshadowing based off of it is rather quite straightforward (or ironic), and it wouldn't just be doing Tyrian character work here, but also Jaune work.

Then, once you get into that - we know Jaune's aware of the fairytale in real life, and you'd think perhaps he'd recognise his own emblem. So that's where it definitively falls apart for me. But the whole idea is that he has to live it, and now he has a very different perspective. So I wonder if having lived out the Four Maidens fairytale, he's come to any different conclusion about Ozma, and I wonder if, say, given that there's currently a rogue Fall Maiden with a missing half of the story, if he'd have anything to do with that... oh, I'm getting off track now. I'm sorry, it all circles back to Jaune and Cinder eventually. 🥰

Yours,

Seraphina

P.S. Thank you for your ask, hope you have a lovely day. <333

[mushroomjeremy]

SCP but as Food v1

I was going to make these into warm up sketches to practice drawing food, but feel like sharing. Here are some weird version of a small collection of SCP as food. It's a small mix between anomalies made it to food or just food vaguely based on them.

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I'm a sucker for keys so here's the ones useful for this post. If some of these are null squares theres nothing I can do.

How it written:

🤍- Havent written up yet/vague idea

💗- Detailed recipes

👑 - Either the foods is to much food or to many different foods

🔧 - Self Assembly 

Type:

🍞- Bakery

🥩 - Grilled

🥣- Soup 

🍨 - Dessert

🍬- Candy

🥗- Salads

🥤- Drink

🥃- Alcohol

🍶- Condiment

Diet:

🐜- Arthropods/Insects

🥬- Vegetarian 

🍖- Meat

🐟- Fish

Taste:

🔥- Spicy

🍯- Sweet

Ingredients:

🧀 - Cheese

☢ - Blood/raw meat/raw egg/fermentation are an ingredient

🧭 - Exotic aka made of stuff real hard to get or just don't exist (examples being tree syrups not from maples, raw reindeer meat, anomalous item themselves, ect.)

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SCP 001 The Scarlet King 🤍 ☢👑

A full table of 3 full seven course meals, one for each law (Blood, Howling, Concrete) Law of Blood food probably has blood, something that make the food offly red like beets, and spicy. Law of Concrete is stuff that just powders or looks like a brick or both. Law of Howling is going to be tricky.

SCP 009 🧭🥤🍯

Red ice cherry slushie

SCP 058 🍖🔥🥩

Spicy grilled beef heart with sauteed onions and red chimichurri sauce

SCP 111 🧭🐜 🔥

Spicy dragon snail escargot

Scp 166 ☢🧭🥗🍖

Reindeer carpaccio salad

SCP 999 💗🍞🍨🍯

Tart layered with jam, whip cream, and orange jello topped with a candied blood orange

SCP 1489 🤍

Mutton fusilli bucati pasta dish with a grey or black coloring to it

SCP 2317 🥤🔧 

Self-brewing cinnamon hazelnut coffee on hot salt (like Turkish coffee)

SCP 2360 🤍🍞🥤

Oil/metal looking doritos, drip, and energy drink (GFuel offbrand)

SCP 3001 💗🍬🥬

Large pomegranate boba pearl encased in a hard candy shell topped with black cherry carmel drizzle

SCP 3301 🍨🔧

Gingerbread house kit that makes a small world map.

SCP 3739  🧀

Mind Milk™ cottage cheese bowl 

SCP Yeah that one ☢🥣🍖🔥🍶

Spicy blood stew with chuck roast topped with white habanero n pineapple hot sauce

A - Spicy veal sausage. A whole big roll of it.

B - Ghost pepper corn chowder

Dr. Bright 🤍

Place holder to show that a food item based off scp 963 isnt the same as a food item based off Jack Bright himself. Thinking something made with whiskey/moonshine or just straight up a whiskey or moonshine… or both honestly.

Dr. Clef 💗🧭🍞

Three colored waffles (one blue, one green, and a barley one) sandwiched between with coconut sugar glaze than topped with thick corn chowder and unnecessary large amount of Corymbia terminalis sap syrup (I have no idea if that sap is even edible/if you can even tap the tree to get enough to make a syrup)

Lady Agora 🤍🍞 🍨

Blood Cornbread Bread Pudding with red colored custard and honey also maybe some herbs/spices/flowers with some magic meanings.

Pangloss 🤍

Little Diy Hotpot

Children of the Scarlet King🥃🍯

Warm red koolaid with alcohol and clumpy jello also candied blood orange and salty foam topping with sour or cinnamon rimming.

Chr*stian Ministries of America🤍 ☢ (I hate censoring stuff but im really not in the mood for the jesus people that dont know this is a fictional group today, be glad I haven't done the vore jesus one yet)

Can Jeremy not place actual blood in a food for once? It’s harder than you’d think. Thinking blood wine… or that weird communion wafer nachos.

Pope Soap Costk Crosstest 🤍 ☢ 🐟

Spicy raw squid with edible foam, also maybe blood sauce dipping and/or apples/whale blubber

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I hope someone enjoy reading this cursed cookbook of ideas. I think I got pretty creative and most stuff here is edible with some just needing replacement ingredients for unattainable items... except all the blood recipes that can be made just cook your pasteurized blood correctly for your own sake.