#i dont even know where the new ones came from they just appeared while i was out doing fieldwork

[cj-kenobi]

why does existing in rural virginia seem to mean watermelons continually spawn in the communal kitchen. where are they coming from. why do we have seven of them. why are they all bigger than i am.

[strwberri-milk]

Hello! Can I request an angst Sylus x reader ff where the princess reader and Prince Sylus are in an arranged marriage and he really hates her also because of the rumors her fake friend made. The reader is cold on the outside but a very loving and sweet inside. During their 1 ½ year as a married couple, Sylus didn't acknowledged her as his wife but she does as her husband. One day, tables turned....Sorry for my English 😭

urgh i think you're wanting a fic from this which if i were to do this it would hoenstly end up being 5k</a long fic for which i aim 40k words for minimum and i mean this with all the kindness of my heart - i do not have the energy to do that for free so i hope youre okay w the typical hc style im doing!! also i changed some of it bc i dont see sylus making judgements of people based off what hes told

Sylus had long given up on the idea of doing things for himself wholly. He didn't have the ability to do things for just himself, selfishness the last thing on his mind with the status he owns. That's why he didn't object too much to being married - even if it was to someone he doesn't know.

Your first meeting was all business. He didn't mind at all but everybody in the room could feel the temperature drop by a few degrees. The two of you set out the terms of the marriage cleanly, coming to an agreement in very little time. To him it seemed that the two of you are on the same page, making things that much easier.

To respect your boundaries the two of you sleep in separate rooms. He's always busy, going off to meetings or sitting in his office reviewing the immense stacks of paperwork he has. Despite that, you try your best to find ways to include yourself in his schedule.

The servants always make room for you when you pass by, allowing you to go as you please while whispering about what might happen if they didn't. You pay it no mind, knowing that you've always been seen as intimidating. All it did was secure you a perfect match in Sylus, so you couldn't really mind. You learned quickly what his daily schedule looked like, finding the smallest gaps to insert yourself simply by delivering refreshments or news that other staff begged you not to do as it was below your station.

Sylus was a little surprised at first but he took it well, greeting you politely and thanking you whenever you came in. He understood it as you trying to keep appearances with your marriage, despite it being very clear to everybody involved everything was just for politics. He allows you your vice, sometimes even making small conversations with you. He didn't think you had any ulterior motive with how brief and impersonal the visits were.

He learned later that you began baking the pastries for him through the grapevine. You didn't tell him yourself, worried that he'd think you were trying to buy his affection while all you really wanted was just a way to be closer to him without intruding. He thanks you by buying a new set of clothes for you, a short, yet sweet note of him thanking you for thinking of him.

He doesn't seek you out still, not until he hears you've come down with a terrible illness that the physicians can't quite place. Thankfully it doesn't seem to be fatal, just incapacitating. By now the staff have begun to warm up around you, quietly speaking amongst themselves about how much you miss being able to see Sylus . You've admitted that you know Sylus doesn't see you as his spouse but you think of him as your dear husband, even if your relationship is slightly more than that of acquaintances.

He comes to visit you, sitting by your bed and just. Talking. He doesn't address the fact that you're sick - you've heard it too many times at this point - and just tells you about his day. Asks you about yours, what you want to do next week and if you'd be wanting to spend some time with him. The way your eyes light up makes him regret not reaching out to you sooner but he has a feeling he's got more than enough time to make it up to you.

[stevie-petey]

stug stug stug pleaseee i would LOVE to see something where bug is comforting steve maybe he had a fight w his dad or j in general. i’m so excited for season 4! but obvi take your time j know that we’re all very excited bc we just know that you will blow us away with your writing!!

really missin happy steve and bug so im writin this <33

enjoy !

"i dont think it looks that bad."

"youre a terrible liar, y/n."

"im not lying!" but the way your voice pitches gives it all away, and steve knows it.

"im ruined." he drops his head into your lap, burying his face in the flesh of your thigh. partially because hes mourning the loss of his hair, but mostly because he adores your thighs and revels in them whenever he can.

steve is in mourning. he can be as selfish as he wants when it comes to your thighs. its his god given right as your boyfriend.

knowing what hes doing, you shove steves face away from your thighs, though not unkindly. youre still shy around him, his touch against your bare skin foreign after only a month of dating. steve is gentle and patient with you, he understands that youve never really been in a relationship before, so he takes his time with you.

secretly, you adore how gentle he is. how cautiously he skims his fingers over your waist or how softly he breathes against your neck. it makes everything easier, lighter, for you. to be loved so tenderly without any falsehood behind it.

lost in your honey warmth of love for steve, your fingers tangle through his hair. that is, whats left of it. steves chest faces you, the hem of his shirt has lifted slightly during his complaining. soft skin spills out from underneath, revealing a plush tummy. with a mind of their own, your eyes draw down the lines of his abdomen. a low hum stirs in your own stomach.

"are you seriously checking me out right now?" steve taps your nose with his finger, snapping you out of your daze. "i mean, here i am, the love of your life, mourning the loss of beautiful hair that was taken from us too soon, and youre drooling over me."

you flick his forehead, he scrunches his face, and its familiar and lovely. "i wasnt drooling, i just wasnt listening to your dramatic despair."

steve gasps, hand over his chest. "my hair was murdered!"

"honey, only like, two inches were cut off."

well, more like three, but you wont tell him that.

somehow one of the kids, almost certainly mike, left their chewed up gum on the counter top of family video when they visited earlier today. they came in like a storm, turning the place upside down before you, robin, or steve could even stop them. apparently dustin had wanted a new movie, will was bored, lucas wanted max to go outside, and el forced mike to join because shes never seen a movie store before.

the wreckage they left behind for such simple reasons for even entering the store in the first place had astounded you.

then, because steve is always perpetually suffering the consequences of the partys actions the most, had dropped his head down onto the counter top in exhaustion as soon as they left.

right in the same spot the gum had been left.

never before have you ever seen steve crumble to the floor quite so suddenly. it was comical, really. the way he shrieked in horror while you and robin watched, neither having any idea what had just happened.

which leads you to now: consoling steve as you comb through his newly cut hair.

"what, are you implying two inches isnt a huge amount of length?" steve raises an eyebrow at you, teasing, and you blush furiously. sparing you, he doesnt point it out and instead changes the topic. "i hate those little heathens, i really do."

"how do we know one of them is the gum culprit?"

"because theyre cursed little shitheads who always mar my appearance one way or another." then, as an afterthought, steve adds, "plus that wheeler kid has a weird obsession with watermelon gum."

again you try to defend the kids, even though you know it was most definitely mike. sure, he shouldnt have left his gum on the counter, but it was funny. "and how do we know it was watermelon gum?"

"i could smell it when robin was cutting all my hair off, angel."

"and yet youre as handsome as ever!" you press a purposely messy kiss atop of steves head, blowing slightly into his face and making a dramatic kissing sound when you pull away. anything to distract him from realizing it was all mikes fault.

gotta protect the little shithead somehow.

steve shrieks, reminiscent of the shriek from earlier, and shoves you away as he wipes at his face. "ew!"

"how dare you wipe my kiss away, steve harrington."

"you spit on me!"

"lovingly."

steve rolls onto his stomach and throws himself onto you. now its your turn to shriek as he throws his weight on top of you, tackling you onto his bed. luckily his parents arent home, otherwise theyd have some very horrified questions.

"steve!" you land with a soft thud on his pillows, and he smiles up from above you. hes all proud, his cheeks flushed a pretty pink, and his eyes shine with adoration for you.

hes beautiful. you cant believe hes yours.

"youre supposed to be comforting me, angel!" steve presses himself down even more, rendering you unable to move and wiggle away from him. you squeal when his hands find your sides, fingers digging into your skin as he tickles you. "i mean, im wounded here!"

you squeal with laughter as his hands attack you, mercilessly, yet gentle nonetheless. "s-steve! stop!"

"not until you apologize to my hair."

"your hair?" more laughter rips from your chest, ribs aching.

"mhm, tell my hair that its still handsome. his feelings are hurt." steve buries his nose into your neck, causing you to giggle even more, and the sound encases his body and reminds him of everything good and lovely.

you try to pull away, but steve has you pinned. "youre-ah! youre such an-an idiot!"

"that doesnt sound like an apology, y/n."

finally giving up, you force out an apology in between breaths of laughter. "i-im sorry! your-your hair is handsome!"

steves fingers leave your sides, but he pulls you deep into his chest and collapses upon you. he nuzzles into your neck, wraps his hands around you, tries to meld the two of you into one. "much better," he mumbles into your skin.

"your hair really is handsome, you know." you draw circles into steves back, breath slowly returning to normal. fingers finding his hair once more, you play with the strands and massage his head with your nails. "youre handsome. two inches lost or not.”

"really?" steve lifts his face, looks down at you, preening at your words with an unusual shyness.

you bring your hands to his face, holding it with all the love you have for him. "the handsomest."

lips find lips, and soon the two of you get lost in each other as you inevitably always do.

[bitchimasnake-sss]

tryin' his best ft. roronoa zoro!

i am once again thinking about zoro as a clueless boyfriend, completely new to the dating scene. no imagine, just imagine with me 😳😳

[modern au; zoro is a martial artist]

dont talk to me, im too busy thinking about the roronoa zoro as a confused husband boyfriend🤭 like can you imagine? the greatest martial artist of all time, the beast, the demon, the lord of the underworld. and yet, when you say, "i'm so tired, babe", he stands in all his 5'11 ft glory and goes blank. blank.

roronoa zoro was the sweetest man alive but holy fucking shit he was such an idiot clueless. for the past few days or so, the man had witnessed first hand how tired you were. your eyes were puffy, face dull and spirit broken. all those meetings at work; the relentless late-night calls, stay-backs and what nots had left you a mere husk of the woman you usually were. and so, he had decided to try his best to make sure his failing actions could comfort you when his words couldn't. and that started the chronicles of roronoa zoro's day of fuck-ups.

💚 zoro can't cook for shit. he knows that, you know that and your neighbour sanji (who is a chef by profession) knows that too. and yet one of these mornings, while the dew still clung helplessly onto the green leaves, he had gotten up and slipped into the kitchen. his plan was to surprise you with some breakfast. nothing too extravagant, maybe some easy mix pancakes? but all those plans came burning down when you were awoken with a shrill crash. hair knotted, face puffy, shirt slipping off of your shoulders and the first thing you see in the morning is zoro standing with flour on his chest and on the floor. and there lay an upside down steel bowl on the floor at the edge of his feet. "zoro?" you mumbled sleepily, assessing the damage, "what are you even upto? it's seven on a sunday." "yn- uh, you go back to sleep-i'll deal with this mess." if he was trying to appear nonchalant, he was failing. his eyes were blown out, forehead creased, lips pursed as if he had committed the worst atrocity mankind had witnessed. in a way, he had. he knew it was a sunday. he also knew it was your only day off so you should have been sleeping in instead of picking after his dumbass in the kitchen. "zoro?" you asked again but he refused to say anything more. when you gave him a look of steel, the moss-head carefully avoided your gaze before sheepishly admitting, "sorry. i was trying to figure out how to make you some pancakes." your gaze softened, "were you? that's so sweet of you, zo." you walked towards him, careful as to not step on the mess. your casual touched dusted off the flour from his navy shirt that had he slept in. once you were satisfied with the state of the shirt, you had resorted to an honest smile, "come on, let's clean this up first, yeah?" "but you should sleep-" "babe- with all due respect- if i leave you to clean this, i think you will set the kitchen on fire"

💚 on his next attempt to cheer you up in the afternoon, he planned on giving you a massage. you both had been dating a good few months and he had certainly touched you in more ways than just hand-holding but... this was new. he had never really done this for anyone before and so, what if you hated it or he did it wrong? but the man had put all his wayward thoughts aside. maybe his hands could knead away the stress from your aching muscles where his words failed to comfort you? and so, the bed dipped next to you as he came and sat down. you were lying on your stomach, scrolling on your phone. his fingers lightly skimmed your back and you jolted involuntarily at the intrusive touch. looking back, you muttered, "zoro? baby?" "just um, try to relax okay?" his palm flattened against your back. he applied some force, moving his hands up and down against your tank top, kneading the flesh underneath. you seemed to melt under his earnest touches, allowing your muscles to go slack under him. dropping your phone on the bed, you carefully had tucked your head under your arms and then, you yelped, "zoRO-" "yeah?!" he stopped all movements, panicked at your sudden reaction. "it hurt." you gave him a pained look before sighing, "you put too much force, babe." "did i? sorry" he chewed on the inside of his cheek, "sorry, really. do you want me to try again?" you gave him a kind smile before tucking your head back in under your arms and stuffing your face against the pillow. "it's okay, i am just gonna lay down for a while okay?"

💚 as truly a last resort, he called up nami and told her his problem (all grumbling and shit). after the red-head had laughed for five minutes at the martial artist's inculpabilities, she finally decided to help. she pondered for a second, staring at the screen intensely before saying "i dunno? me and vivi usually get like our favourite take out and just re-watch a comfort movie. it's pretty cozy and an easy way to deal with the general stress of life, you know?" "should i do that?" zoro mumbled, resting his head against the headrest of his car. he sighed, "did she tell you anything else if it's been bothering her? other than work i mean?" "she didn't say it out loud but having you as a boyfriend must be a pain in the ass anyways." "has anyone told you you're a royal bitch?" the words were harsh but his lips were pressed into a easy smile. "hah, yeah they have. but anyways, aren't you her boyfriend?" nami snapped back although she sported a smile of her own, "shouldn't you know what you should be doing to cheer her up? honestly she doesn't deserve an idiot like you." "hey, i've had a rough day okay? lay off of me." zoro bit back. "fine, whatever. just surprise her. i am sure she'd like it."

💚 and so, roronoa zoro's final mission had begun. he had picked up your favourite food from the chinese restaurant that you always ordered from. he had picked up a huge bouquet of flowers. and he had picked up a chocolate cake as desert. on the ride back home, he had even thought about what movie you both would watch. yes. yes. there's no way he could fuck it up now. he was ready to do his best. he opened the door with a wobbling right hand while his left held onto all the things. the cake carton was perched on his fingers, the takeout on another two fingers, the bouquet tucked between his bicep and chest. he wouldn't lie. it was a struggle to get everything in in one trip (especially with his level of patience when it comes to small, annoying things like this.) but it was all for you, so, it had to be worth it. tumbling in, he set everything on the coffee table in front of your tv. and then, he walked into the bedroom where you lay sleeping in the same position he had left you in the afternoon. it had been over three hours and you hadn't stirred even one inch. god, how tired were you? slowly closing the door behind him, he stepped back into the living room.

💚 your eyes were hazy and throat unusually dry when you stepped into the living room. your muscles were somehow even more tired and you were sure your body, mind and soul were incapable of doing anything but curling up and falling asleep again. on instinct, you searched for your boyfriend. "zoro?" you squinted at the man in front of you as he was in the process of setting down food on the table. and looking around, you noticed the huge bouquet perched on the sofa. "hey-" he turned towards you wide-eyed as if you had caught him doing something wrong, "uh- hi? hey? you're up already?" "whatcha doing? what's that?" you mumbled as you walked over to him, still not processing reality. as you stared down at the table, you wondered aloud, "food?" he sighed, defeated, "yeah." your brain fog cleared up and you looked up at his blushing face wide-eyed, "wait! you bought me food?" you turned on your heel to look at the bouquet and picked it up, "and this?" rubbing the back of his neck, he looked away from you, "it was actually meant to be a surprise cause i thought you were sleeping. but-" "zoroo!!" you practically lunged at him. your hands closed in around him as you rested your head against his well-built chest. hearing his quickened heart-beat, you eased even more against his familiar, scorching skin. you buried your face even deeper against him, "thank you!" his fingers danced over your scalp. his husky voiced was accompanied by calculated strumming of his finger over your hair, "i am sorry, it was meant to be a surprise, really." you pulled away from him to look at him in disbelief, "why are you sorry?!" he swallowed thickly, eyes scattering away from yours, "because- i dunno, i suck as a boyfriend?" he winced at his admission but continued nonetheless, "i tried making you breakfast, ruined it. i tried giving you a massage, ruined that too. i tried to set up a surprise date and fucked that shit up too." "zo." your fingers are delicate against his cheek, bringing his eyes back to yours. you gave him a small smile, "you tried. for me. that's what matters." although a smile blossomed on his lips, he washed it away with another sigh, "you're just saying that 'cause you don't wanna admit i'm a fuck-up in the boyfriend category." you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, "i am saying this because i love you. and you make me feel loved." "really?" you laughed, "i mean your massaging skills can use a bit of work but... yeah, other than that you're good. really." "i'm glad me being an idiot is endearing to you." he gave you a grin, "so, wanna eat? i'm kinda hungry." "yesss!!" you mirrored his smile. you paused for a second then wondered aloud, "you know what? i think i'm gonna call in sick tomorrow. we can hang out, just you and me." "oh, really?" he scrunched his nose up as if in deep thought, "then we gotta celebrate. you know there's cake in the fridge." "OMG I LOVE YOU!!" so, yeah, roronoa zoro might be kind of an idiot. but he was your idiot.

i wanna take domestic zoro and trap him in a bottle. i wanna just keep him like that. i really liked how this turned out lol. hope you guys did too <3

[kyurizeu]

Dangerous game 3

(I’M FINALLY BACK OG MY GOD)

Pairing: Jungwon X Reader!Fem

Genre: Smut & fluffyish

Sypnosis: PART 3 OF DG

After you got caught with Jungwon he wants you to not feel uncomfy with his friends so you try to hang out with them but it doesnt really turn out as you intended… (this is not the last part🤭)

Warnings: Oral (m received), pet names, praises, kisses, marking, lingerie, grinding, making out a bit… (lmk if i missed something)

Wc: 1,2K

Order: all pics -> text

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(I wrote this while watching love is blind s.4 so i had a REEEALLLY romance vibe and in love typa vibe)

THIS IS INSPIRED BY A POST I FORGOT THE WRITER

Pics are in the end of the page read the FIRST!!!!

As soon as you arrived to their dorm you rang the doorbell, instantly hearing loud footsteps running to the door.

“Y/N” Jungwon yelled opening the door and you instantly saw the excitement in his glowing soft eyes as he placed his hands on your jaw pulling you into the most soft and loving kiss. Pulling away from you he took a quick look at you up and down smiling. “You look so so so pretty.” He was so mesmerised by the way you looked. Your hair was curled, lipgloss was shining, dimples appearing on your cheeks and you were slightly blushing. “Thank you, Jungwon”. After you walked inside into their dorm Jays face popped into the doorframe whilst he was sitting on the couch and he gave you a quick “Hey y/n”.

“Hii!” You smiled back.

“So jungwon…” he gave you a quick hum as an answer “where. Is. The ice cream?” You smile at him plopping onto the couch next to Jay.

“You didn’t seriously come here for the ice cream..” he lifted your chin up with his finger playfully pouting.

“No i actually did” u cooed back at him sarcastically.

“Well bad news sunoo ate it all” Jay blurted out but kept his eyes locked onto his phone

“WHAT WHYY” Your jaw dropped and you got up to open the freezer.

“It was mint choco so…”

“Oh… ew… so what do i do now ugh..”

“Kiss me” jungwon leaned forward like he usually does and pulled you once again into a kiss but this one was oddly different.. even… lustful. “Ugh get a room idiots” jay cut the kiss with his comment

“Jungwonah! is a romance movie alright with you? I found this new movie-“ Sunoo walked into the kitchen, taking his eyes off of his phone and seeing you to super close to eachothers faces cut him off. “Y/n?? Youre here..?” You feel a little uncomfy because you dont know if he’s being unfriendly or not. “Oh yes.. i-is there a problem..?” You feel a bit concerned and look up at jungwon who is still holding tightly onto your waist.

“Yeah well we were all supposed to watch a movie together tonight..” Sunoo mumbles but doesnt really seem to care and just sips his drink.

“Oh i- i can leave i’m sorry!”

“Dont be silly you can watch with us!” Jungwon pressed his finger against your lips earning a disgusted groan from sunoo “Okay ONLY if you stop that” he even circled his finger pointing around us.

Fast forward a couple hours Niki, heeseung and Jake came back and as they saw you sitting on the couch nuzzling into Jungwon who was munching popcorn, they didnt even want to ask and just sat down to watch the movie.

You all watched the most boring cheesy romcom movie of all time and still somehow Sunoo was constantly giggling and commenting on it, Niki was probably already asleep, Sunghoon was next to Sunoo getting punched each time a cheesy scene took place and Jungwon was holding you on his lap playing softly with your arms in his.

When a spicy scene finally took place you unconsciously and accidentally grind on Jungwons thigh making him look at you a bit shocked. After you realised what you just did you felt your whole face burning red feeling scared to turn your head to Jungwon. His hands slowly travelled their way up your body from your hips to your waist only to press you down on his thigh again. You definitely couldn’t do this especially in front of the boys so you excused yourself to the bathroom but didn’t quite make it there.

In the kitchen you felt a hand grab your waist roughly and before you knew it, it was round 3.

Jungwon pulled u up on the counter and sat you down never breaking the steamy kiss.

“Mmh… Y/nn… You’re playing…. A dangerous game…” he mumbled in between kisses as it transformed into a heavy makeout sesh.

He kissed down your neck surely leaving big marks tracing down to your boobs. He saw what you wore underneath your clothes, which was lingerie that you knew he would like. He gave you a smirk which also ha d a hint of disbelief hidden in it. He dragged you into his bedroom and locked the door. “J-Jungwon i’m not so sure if we can do this… your members are here.” You tried to tell him but he kept roaming his hands all over your body making it harder and harder for you to try to stop him. He undresses your clothes leaving you in the lingerie you wore just for him. “Mnnghh!!” Your mouth let out the most intense Whine as you felt his hard length press on your cunt through his pants. “W-Won…” you placed your hand on his chest to stop him from grinding on you again. He hummed in response looking up at you with those damn cat eyes filled with lust. “C-Can i give you head..?” You blushed and looked away from him. His face was only 2 inches away from yours and you saw he smirked. You were suddenly facing his crotch and he was standing up next to the bed. “All yours sweetie..” You blushed even more and sat him down onto the bed getting on your knees to the floor. “I-i havent done this before.” You say shyly as he pulls his sweats down a little revealing his length making your eyes follow his pink tip swinging and slapping against his abs. Your mouth waters at the sight. “Go ahead sweetie.. just.. dont use your teeth.”

You didn’t even think twice before wrapping your small hands around it and pressing the base before taking the tip into your mouth. Kitty licking it made Jungwon Groan sweet sounds that turned you on so much that you just dove in and took him deeper. He admired you struggling to take him inside of your mouth and he softly caressed the back of your head. “Thats my good girl grhh…” he played with your hair before gathering it into his fist for a ponytail. “A-aghh doing so good princess..” his eyes were travelling around your body in your lingerie and your tits bounding as you bobbed your head further and further down his cock. He started pushing your head deeper onto him making you gag around him but also bringing him closer to cumming. “J-just like that mmhm..” he started full on moaning and you got a little concerned about the others hearing him. He started to thrust into your mouth even quicker and you already felt hot liquid in your throat. “ANGHH— ah…” he came in your mouth pulling out of your mouth. “Now swallow baby” he leaned down and wipes your tears caressing your cheek. You swallowed keeping the most intense eye contact with Jungwon. His gaze was burning into you lustfully and lovingly whilst yours was shy and soft. “Good girl baby.” He kissed you once more and let go of your hair. “I’ll clean you up sweetie.” He wiped your face and put your hair into a bun. He gave you his biggest t-shirt and helped it on you. “Can you just sleep over here and let me cuddle you baby? I miss you” “mmh okay then but i need a drive to school tomorrow” He nodded and pulled you in his arms and jumped on the bed tickling your stomach.

“OPEN THE DOOR DUMBAAS” Jay was banging on the door.

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[bubba-draws]

Hello, could I ask you for some Radiant Vessel Hollow AU stuff? What's the general lore behind that, how did those two end up as they did and just general brainrot on the idea?

Anon this is the best birthday present ever bc i've been thinking about this au for a while now AND I WANNA TALK ABOUT IT AAAA

SO pretty much the au was born from the idea of "Wouldn't it be fucked up if Hollow ended up joining Radi?" partial inspiration comes from this song as well!

(There's a bunch of subtitles in different languages but I'm going with the english one)

To summarize, after years of fighting Radi inside their mind prison, Radi changes tactics and attempts to make Hollow join her, she promises to give them all that was taken from them, the life they deserved

Hollow doesn't fall right away of course, they try to ignore her, fight her, but after years of the same dance and song they start getting tired, no matter how hard they try Radi is never fully gone when they fight, their void not strong enough to rip her apart, and being the only one with them (The dreamers are also in Hollow's mind prison, but they're not anywhere nearby these two) they can't help but lean on her company

The closest thing I could get to describe their relationship at this point is an odd sense of solidarity, in a way both of them were done wrong by the same guy, and while it does take a lot for Hollow to understand this, deep down they knew there was a bit of resentment towards PK, one that grows in intensity the more these two spend together, and it erupts when they succumb to Radi and she turns them into a vessel for her

It's kinda like what Grimm and the Nightmare heart has going on (or at least the general HC most people got) Hollow made a deal with Radi, she will lend her powers and energy to Hollow for them to call anytime they want, to go back so she can see the world through their eyes (disclaimer: not all the time btw ASHFJKAS just when its necessary/Hollow calls her) there's no cycle of rebirth or anything here though, she's also no longer limited to Hollow's mind, she can see the whole Dream Realm now

So yeah, once Hollow is used to their new powers (and body, they got some changes in appearance) they take down the dreamers, escape the black egg, their presence making the infection spread like a wildfire and take down PK :3 (WL escaped, the knights... yeah they dont make it)

There's still some ideas I gotta clean up after this point, but I talked about this with some people and got the idea that yeah, Hollow does take over Hallownest and its people, everyone is infected to some degree? makes them more agreeable to what's going on but its not enough to make them feral anymore, some of the bugs that got modifications through the infection stay like that and while still a bit volatile, they can think enough to understand things

As for their relationship??? It's odd as fuck KJHSDFJKAH there's nothing romantic, that's for sure, it is definetely more similat to a Lord and their subordinate, but theyre like??? very close?? almost familial, when there's no job to do or Hollow needs reassurance Radi becomes the closest thing to a motherly figure they could get (Even if WL loved them there was no way she couldve shown them that) but its not enough for them to call each other family

as for the game events it would completely change, Ghost would arrive to a completely different Hallownest, where everyone is happy and nice, but the more u progress the game u realize shit's fucked up, Hornet is there as well and she came back to Hallownest to seek revenge for her mother

As to what happens to the abyss and pile of dead siblings, i'm still a bit unsure, part of me thinks Hollow wouldnt want to get rid of it but part of me knows Radi wouldnt let them have it open or even go in there, while still void the light she bestowed upon them would present a threat for the shades living there

and that's most of what I got! I still need to think of other things, but if u guys got other questions or ideas I would love love LOVE to hear them!! :D

have a quick doodle of them :3

[kurogane2512]

I recently got into Nikke too and the gameplay I gotta say is actually enjoyable. Im also enjoying some of the women. But I guess I've been spoiled by PTN, I just cant get over the fact that I, a woman, have to play as a dude. like hello why cant we be woman? Its minor issue but I dont kmow it just makes me kinda feel not seen and i get little annoyed? women play those games too and we deserve our female MC.

The gameplay certainly grows on you especially as you get better characters, even with just auto play it's quite fun to watch cause it's so active all the time. It's also sometimes just nice to have these relaxing games where you don't have to do much in gameplay and can spend more time with the story.

As for mc, I definitely understand you and it did upset me in the beginning too but I got used to it since I have played so many other similar games having the same issue over the years. I have digged into this and analysed from the perspective of various games so I do have an understanding of why this is the case. For one, most gachas target male audiences even now. While Genshin definitely changed the landscape, there are many layers to this that are quite complex and would take me a while to explain so this is gonna be a long read if you are really interested to hear.

Gacha gaming space has evolved a lot after Genshin and many new games emerged trying to copy Genshin's success in their own way. Genshin in terms of fanservice is super mild, as seen by its age rating of 12+ and its popularity on a global scale is what attracted everyone. This issue has got to do a lot with censorship and the reaction of men and women in the gacha communities. In simple words, it's likely that the devs only intended this for a male audience since the cast is all female and they don't expect to attract many women players. Or, they may deliberately not want women players. It's quite messed up and complicated idk how to explain without appearing rude or something 😅

Lemme give an example of a recent controversy another game had- Snowbreak Containment Zone. Just like Nikke, this game has an exclusive male mc and all female cast. However, in the early stage this game had a male character which was forcefully removed by the players cause they didn't want a man between their waifus. Yes it sounds quite pathetic, but but hear me out more. Initially, Snowbreak was following Genshin's route of having a mild fanservice story to attract a larger audience but it didn't work for them. Their revenue went down and they were on the verge of eos, then they made a crucial decision to change the direction of the game.

Snowbreak bumped up its rating to 18+ and started having a 'Master Love' story which is basically harem route. This worked and saved the game and for now it's doing good enough, but another thing came into light from this. Apparently there were some female player groups in China who reported Snowbreak for it's skimpy designs and the story catering to men, this caused some discourse in the players online and the conclusion that came out was these female players were typical woke feminists who hate seeing fanservice and bias for male players so they demanded female characters to be removed and instead some male characters to be put in.

Now, while this issue is recent and Nikke was released 2 years ago, I believe the causes are similar. It's sad to say this but when these games attempt to target female players, they mostly get straight women who demand more male characters and start hating on the female designs cause it goes against feminist propaganda. Genshin's old censorship of Jean, Amber, Mona etc was another case of this. Yes I know Nikke is Korean so it shouldn't be the same but I really believe it ends up that way. Now you'd wonder, why don't these games just give equal treatment to male and female characters to appease both sides? Imo, it's really not simple to balance this in a fanservice heavy game.

I won't say revenue cause there are examples to show male characters can earn just as good as females. I truly believe it's got to do with gender roles/interests/ideologies etc. I agree that Ptn is impressive in this sense that it somehow attracted such a large yuri fandom and I personally don't think the devs planned for this. From my understanding, it's due to its design being different from the conventional anime style that males weren't attracted as much and there being mostly adult women characters while the majority of men want teen or young girls as waifus. Also the fact that both mcs are treated quite equally in not just role but even design philosophy, it's likely why more women ended up here. Also it has a mature story which doesn't have anime stereotypes that I suppose it just didn't reach the audience the devs planned for.

But okay yeah lemme just finish here. I get your disappointment and I also wish Nikke had the option for female mc but looking at various factors I understand why the devs wanted a harem story this way. There are otome games like Love and Deepspace topping revenue charts which obviously shows women play these games too but I think the majority is still made up of straight women hence why these other games flourish more. But I won't lie, I'm very tempted to make a game like Nikke or love and deepspace for us lesbians like yes we deserve to have this too with hot women 😩

[imab00kwh0r3]

babel, and why i love it (SPOILERS!!!!)

ok im terribly late to reading it, for its not sold in many places where i live, so i found the pdf luckily.

babel is a book about colonialism and racism and oppression, it is about revolution and battling your inner conscience (in my opinion at least, i'll elaborate later). it tells the story of robin swift coming to the prestigious royal institute of translation or better known as babel, where during his yrs there he discovers that the glamourous oxford university isnt such a righteous place. his loyalty is tested, blood is shed and tears fall which leads up to a revolution to stop an incoming war.

there are many reviews regarding how its racist to white ppl (which is astounding to even think about) and that its not accurate as women werent allowed to go to university in the 1830s but im not going to talk about that, that much. i wanted to speak on the actual translation/language aspect of it.

throughout the book, translation and language r some of the main themes (obviously) but the impact it has on the people, both in the book and irl is smth i havent seen anyone mention. language isnt just a form of communication but it is part of our culture, it is part of our identity, and during colonial times many languages suffered, they were being erased as they were "barbaric" or "strange" they were banned and anyone who spoke them was punished like in victoires chapter. robin, ramy and victoire all can barely speak their native languages, robin has almost fogotten cantonese, ramy has very basic knowledge of bengali and victoire is never given a chance or is permitted to speak in haitian creole. they lost one of the main things that connects them to their motherland, they only have their appearance left. they will never be able to talk to their ppl properly.

victoire was frustrated that haitian creole isnt recognised as a proper language like how in their exams, her match-pair wouldnt be counted properly as haitian creole wouldnt be used much hence its "useless" in the eyes of prof. leblanc. she was beaten when she would speak haitian croele in her house in france. when she first came to babel she was correcting herself from "kreyol" to "haitian creole" and was unsure if she could even study it.

robin realised that prof.lovell actually knew more than him about his own language, his mother tongue. he could barely stand being back in canton and he felt isolated in a way as everything changed and was new and so was the language even though he was born hearing and speaking it.

not much is talked about this with ramy except that he barely knows bengali, even though hes fluent in english, latin, greek, arabic, persian and urdu. he knows 6 languages and in his chapter he is sed to "absorb languages like a sponge" and that he recited poems or writing in other languages he didnt know perfectly, even down to tone, only after having it read to him once but he barely knows his mother tongue.

this relates to modern times as many languages of previously colonised countries rely on english words like in india u will barely hear the word pathshala, instead u will hear school. in mauritian creole when people speak they will slip in english words, like "netwai whiteboard la" which means clean the whiteboard.

we dont know our language fully because of the erasure of them.

theres also 1st gen immigrant children where their mother tongue is smth they barely hear or they forgot after a while, they feel so incredibly disconnected once they realise. this is how robin is and this is how i am too, i was born in europe, then at 7 i moved to england and now im somewhere entirely different, i dont remember my mother tongue, i dont dream in it. which ultimately makes u lose ur voice in a metaphorical way.

u cant speak because u dont know how.

another important thing is the purposeful mistranslations and burning of books, thats not fully discussed in the book although it would have been a nice touch. colonisers purposefully mistranslated things to control the masses because when they burnt our books, they burnt our language, knowledge and people. and the exploitation of our languages like the statue at univ of william jones sitting at desk and 3 hindu sages on the floor infront of him exists, and how missionaries were taught our languages to help in conversion.

now onto the 1830s inaccuracies and racism:

its the fucking 1830s do u think white ppl were nice to poc at this time, like slavery just ended in the eyes of the law for britain but still continued in other places like america. reverse racism doesnt exist, white ppl can be prejudiced against but u lot r not oppressed and never will be, u lot wont be killed for being white, so stop crying. and about the women wouldnt be at university in the 1830s thing its fiction, r.f. kuang took some liberties.

and that is all i have to say, dont start an argument, anyways babel is great, go read it!!

[mouwrites]

HIIIi love your writing so much so here i am making a request with promp 12. or 19.?? maybe combo or you can choose whichever youd like with the character Zane from Ninjago

when maybe with prompt 12 where Zane has some sort of panic attack so the reader is there to help him??? THANK YOU SO MUCH IF YOU DO HAVE A GREAT DAY AND DONT FORGET TO DRINK AND EAT UP😼😼😽

YAH thank you sweets!! One Zane fic, compliments to the lovely anon!! <3

Word count: 1.3k

Ninjago - 12. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” and 19. “Your hair looks so soft.” (Zane) (300 follower event)

The market was alive with noise and movement. The torrent of people was thick and powerful; if you stepped into it, you were bound to be swept away. So you and the ninjas made sure to stay on the outer edge, using alleyways as they were available instead of braving the main street.

Zane was never a fan of large crowds. They caused him a faint anxiety, especially when he was with people, as that added the responsibility of keeping track of them. You, of course, knew about this, so you were holding his hand to ensure you wouldn’t be separated. You still saw the occasional flicker of worry in his eyes, but you knew it couldn’t be helped.

“How far did Ronin say it was?” You asked, getting a little impatient. “We’ve been wandering the streets for hours.”

“That’s the thing,” Lloyd sighed. “He didn’t say how far it was. He just said to ‘look for a cart in a caravan with a blue feather painted on the door.’”

Jay rolled his eyes. “How specific of him.”

“I still think our best bet is the market. Where else would a caravan be in such a huge city?”

“Nya’s right. We’ll keep searching here,” Kai agreed as they emerged from an alley into a new portion of the market.

Before you stepped into the noisiness again, you paused, leaning in to speak softly to Zane. “Doing okay?”

He gave a sincere smile, squeezing your hand. “Yes. Thank you.”

You smiled back, hurrying to catch up with the others before they got too far.

You traversed several more streets before you found anything; the market was like an endless maze, seemingly never ending no matter how many twists and turns one made.

Your blind trek finally came to a conclusion as the sun was beginning to flush the blue from the sky with orange, and the people were beginning to head home. Many vendors had also left, but fortunately for your party the caravan appeared inhabited still.

It was a posse of quaint carts, each not much bigger than your average camping trailer. The intricate blue feather painted on the door distinguished the one you were looking for, and Jay practically bounded up the steep stairs to pound on the door.

There was no answer. Jay’s fists clenched. “If Ronin sent us on yet another wild goose chase—!”

“Are you looking for Natalia?”

Everyone turned their heads to see a young boy peering out from behind the cart. After exchanging glances and shrugs among yourselves, you turned helplessly to the boy. “Is this Natalia’s cart?”

“Yes. I will tell her she has visitors. She will be a while. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind you waiting inside.” The boy disappeared as quickly as he had come.

Jay opened the door just as you had opened your mouth to ask if it was a good idea to go inside. You hadn’t missed the way that Zane’s hand was tightening around yours, and you had a pretty good guess as to why. It had been a long day full of stress, and now he was being packed into a little cart with six other people. The strong smell of incense wafting from the open door wasn’t promising, either; you could tell before even stepping inside that you’d be choked by the smell.

And choked you were. The oppressive heat in the cart (partly from the several sticks of incense burning in the small space) only worsened the smell. The numberless trinkets and furniture impossibly crammed into the little space made it twice as claustrophobic as it should have been, what with seven people now crammed inside.

It was the smells. The colors. The heat. The voices of the ninjas. The voices of the remaining people out on the street. Everything. But most of all it was the stress of being on a mission in such a place. Zane had been trying to keep serious, knowing that what they were doing was important. But it was too much. It was all just so noisy.

Zane suddenly let go of your hand. Even the feeling of your skin on his was making everything worse. He tried to close his eyes, but it didn’t help, so he opened them again, and that didn’t help, either. It seemed that whatever he did, he was making the panic worse.

You knew what was up the second he stopped gripping your hand.

“Guys,” you spoke over the others, sounding as casual as you could. “Why don’t you go and keep a lookout for this ‘Natalie’ person?” You nodded at the door.

Jay opened his mouth to protest, but Kai, who seemed to suddenly notice Zane, smacked his shoulder before he could speak. He ushered the others out quickly, sending an encouraging look your way before stepping out himself.

You turned to face Zane when you heard the door close. By now his breathing was ragged and he was shifting his weight uncomfortably, his fingernails digging roughly into his palms.

“Hey,” you spoke quietly. “Zane. Just look at me.”

His head snapped up, distressed eyes wild as they bored into yours.

“Good. Now focus on me. Look in my eyes. It’s just you and me.” You seamlessly wrapped your hands around his, wedging his fingers out of his palms to entwine with yours as they relaxed.

He nodded subtly, but his breathing was only growing faster. You repeated your last line a few times, making sure to keep your tone calm and encouraging.

Zane’s hands gradually unclenched, and after a while his breathing finally began to slow.

“You’re doing great. Deep breaths. Here, just follow my lead.” You breathed deep too, letting him synchronize his breaths with yours.

Tears started to brim his eyes, and you could see the exhaustion of the day taking its toll on him: his knees wobbled a bit, so you guided him to a chair.

“Just take it easy,” you whispered, pulling up another chair beside him.

You wrapped an arm around his shoulder, letting him put his head on your torso. You felt him start to shake, and though he was clearly trying to keep his breathing calm.

“Your hair looks so soft,” you murmured. “Can I touch it?”

Given a small nod by Zane, you reached up a hand to stroke his hair. This seemed to help keep him relatively calm as he trembled, working the remaining anxiety out of his system.

It was a while before he tried to straighten himself. He suddenly pulled away from your chest, looking into your eyes with a sincere smile. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice a little unsteady.

You just nodded, bringing the hand that was buried in his hair down to cup his cheek. “Of course.”

Zane placed his hand atop yours, adding pressure to quell the shakiness. He turned his head a little to kiss your palm as he leaned into your touch.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You blushed a little, making Zane’s smile spread wider.

“Do you want to go back?”

“No. I’d like to finish the mission. I feel much better.”

You eyed him warily, prompting him to grab both of your hands and hold them on your lap. “Trust me, I’m fine now.”

You didn’t like the twinge of exhaustion you saw in his eyes, but ultimately you respected his judgment. You gave a small nod.

Not two seconds later a knock came at the door of the little cart. You heard Jay’s voice on the other side. “Guys! Natalia’s coming!”

You both shot up, you scrambling to the door, Zane following a step behind. You paused as you grabbed the handle, looking back at Zane one last time.

“Let’s go out,” Zane insisted. “The smell in here really is oppressive.”

You laughed, affirming your agreement by swinging the door open and hopping into the fresh air outside.

When on flat ground, Zane held your hand once more, once again aware of the (admittedly smaller but still not insignificant) bustling market.

Kai sent you a look that asked: All good?

You gave a thumbs-up, earning a confused yet innocent smile from Zane.

“All good,” you said, kissing Zane’s hand quickly before getting down to business; Natalie was approaching, and the mission had to go on.

Thank you so much for participating in our event!! And thanks for reading, take care guys <33

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[romulussy]

could you talk a little bit about why the kids are so estranged from Caroline? I never quite got the full extent of their relationship. I get that she was absent and emotionally unavailable, but what makes her a worse option for the kids when compared to Logan of all people?

i do think the absence is a part of it. imo caroline wants her children to love her and choose her, but i don't think she knows what to do with them when faced with the reality of being their mother. you can see it in return; she wants them there, and then when she gets them, she leaves. and it's implied a few times that this is a pattern ("spotty mother", "the family way" etc.), so i imagine that after a while the shtick gets old. particularly when you compare it to how the kids see logan as more or less omniscient.

but really, i think the biggest part of it is the logan roy of it all. there's this harriet walter interview where she talks about people looking at caroline and seeing her as a perpetrator, rather than stopping to consider what it might've been like as a woman trying to hold her own in a marriage with logan. and i do think that's true. like, logan wields so much power within the family dynamic and after what seems to have been an incredibly messy divorce, the estrangement doesn't surprise me. i don't think it matters if caroline is better or worse than logan, because ultimately the kids don't get to choose. they're stuck in the middle of their parents' mind games. sarah says in a post s3 interview that shiv in the last two eps is coming to the realisation that logan got to keep them not because he loved them more, or because he was a better parent, but because he wanted the win. they didn't matter, but making sure caroline lost did, etc. and again, i think that's true. if logan wanted to let his children go, i'm sure caroline would have got them in a heartbeat. but he clearly likes them close, and more than that, i'd say that he actively fueled the rift between the kids and caroline to, like. prolong the win, i guess? i mean, i don't think caroline just gave up after logan got custody. there are several instances that hint to her trying to keep up a relationship ("i moved back to bloody new york so i could see you, and i never fucking saw you!", the christmas "that was several times" discussion in return, the morocco kidnapping bit from the scripts, etc.) and i can 100% see logan wielding his power over his kids to ensure that they choose him, over and over again, regardless of how awful he treats them.

i also think there are different things that affect each individual relationship. we joke a lot about how caroline doesn't care about ken, but with kendall, i think he's just always been logan's. he's the chosen one, claimed and tainted and alienated from birth. i don't think caroline ever even tried with him.

with roman, i actually don't think they're estranged. at the very least, it's not like it is with ken and shiv. i'd even say that in a lot of ways, roman is caroline's first "win" in her marriage. second born spare, free for her to claim and all that, you know? it's a moot point eventually because logan sinks his claws in the same way he does with all his children, but i dont think roman ever stops being mummy's little boy. he's so forgiving of his parents and so willing to accept the scraps of affection that shiv and ken decline, it's no wonder that they appear to have the most contact. i've said this before but where his siblings resent caroline for leaving, i imagine roman was just happy whenever she came back. she doesn't have to try too hard with him and it allows them a certain conviviality that doesn't exist elsewhere in the family dynamic.

with shiv and caroline... where do you even start lmao. i think caroline sees shiv as logan's similarly to how she sees kendall as logan's, but while it's pretty much whatever with ken, with shiv she considers it a betrayal (think of return's "a bit of solidarity. twenty years too late, but never mind."). the choice might've been taken from shiv as a child, but it's no wonder she prefers to be estranged as an adult. when it comes to caroline and her kids, she and shiv have the deepest and most complicated relationship; there's this unique hurt and unique understanding between them and it's why their relationship is also the most vicious, which is to say nothing on how logan's influence has seeped into the crevices of it. frankly i think shiv just doesn't want to have to deal with it.

[lizard-shifter-noms]

Still Subject to Change Chapter 24 (NEW)

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Hello everyone! i decided to repost arc 1 of SSTC

(the chapters were way too long and had a bunch of typos but hopefully this will make reading easier)

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

if there are still any grammatical errors i’m sorry.

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I was actually glad that Norrin was leading the way as I would already have gotten lost in the countless hallways that went who knew where.

How did anyone here even know where to go?

After rounding a corner I could see a big door that was painted white with the medical symbol on it, a snake winded around a staff with a round thing on top, an orb maybe?

I briefly wondered if it was inspired by a magical staff but discarded the thought as soon as I got it, Now was not the time to dwell on such things.

Norrin had already Knocked on the door and someone who I believed to be a nurse opened the door a crack.

“Can I help you?”

Norrin nodded briefly.

“Is Nea here? Or have you seen the ginger boy that was with her?”

The nurse glanced back into the medical wing before looking back at Norrin.

“Nea is here, yes, making a fuss as usual, as for the red headed young man we sent him to go scrub off all of that dirt he was covered in.

We can’t have that much filth in the medical wing so he was sent down the hall to the bathrooms and clean it off”

“Thank you miss, and send Nea our regards for a fast recovery”

The nurse nodded then closed the door again, and I could actually hear a faint cursing coming from somewhere inside.

Yep definitely Nea, she was probably cussing out whatever poor soul was tasked with helping her.

Since the nurse had said that Robin was just down the hallway that’s where we went.

We came to a stop before the last door in the entire corridor that Norrin informed us housed an actually heated bath big enough to fit ten people!

Still, to not be rude he knocked a few times but there was no answer.

He knocked again but there was still no answer, Was he even still there?

He might have left already and gone who knew where.

Pushing past the taller man I knocked on the door myself,

a bit harder than Norrin did.

“Robin? Are you there? Were going to open the door now”

Pushing the door open revealed a lot of steam for one, as well as a bunch of messy shelves that contained a lot of weird smelling stuff that assaulted my nose with a mess of different scents.

There were also a lot of basins laid into the ground with an elevated rim, separated by curtains, some of them emitting the steam that was everywhere in the room and a bunch of water filled buckets strewn about.

Going around one of the strange smelling racks I found Robin sleeping and half lying in one of the warmer basins whose water for whatever reason was completely lilac.

There were also a ton of bubbles everywhere and it smelled strongly of lavender, he’d messed with the stuff on the shelves no doubt.

“Found him, he fell asleep half buried under bubbles”

A blonde head popped up from behind another shelf, and Arthur leaned over to take a look.

He seemed quite amused at the sight before him.

“That’s not too bad of an idea, but i don’t think so much soap is necessary”

Rikaad also appeared from behind Arthur, making him jump a bit.

He glanced at Robin once and then turned back to face us.

“Since we found Robin I am now going to go and take a look at all the papers my predecessors have signed, i’ll rejoin you later”

I was a bit confused that he didn’t even want to get rid of the mud first but then again he’d barely had any on him, somehow.

While he went to do that with Norrin I decided to take a look at the stuff on the shelves.

There were a ton of things I did not recognize, such as various oils and grainy pastes that smelled strongly of a variety of flowers.

There were also a lot of pale, hard bars that smelled strongly of apples.

I picked one up to examine it as I had never seen something like that before, it was a bit slippery and I almost dropped it.

Raising it up to my face I wondered if it was edible, it smelled like it was at least.

Eh, one bite wouldn’t kill me.

Before I could sink my teeth into it however, I heard Arthur call over from the basin he crawled into clothes and all, only his shoes discarded next to the water.

“Don’t fucking eat Soap! What the hell are you doing?”

“This is what soap looks like?”

I stared at the bar again, I had expected soap to have a more soft composition, like fat.

It was made from fat as far as i knew so i really had expected it to be softer than this if not a more liquid form.

“What do you mean that’s what soap looks like??

Have you never seen soap before?”

“No? Remember i was a street rat, and a Bastard one at that, so why the fuck would i ever have had access to this?”

He looked baffled for a second.

“Ah yeah right, sorry, but still don’t eat that!”

“Now that i know its soap why the fuck would i do that?

I’m not keen on getting sick”

His amused face at me trying to eat soap shifted into something else as he looked at his soggy mud covered top.

He threw it off next to his boots without much thought, and I could see the manticore scar again.

“I have to say the mud is even worse than your spit, the mud is way harder to wash out”

I felt my ears heat up, right, I did eat him.

With us being about the same height now that was very easy to forget, And it had been a week or so ago since that happened, and neither of us mentioned it ever since.

At least he didn’t seem to take it badly.

Also I probably should get rid of the mud on me as well.

Taking off my rather run down boots and setting them to the side of the basin.

Climbing into the tub that was next to Arthur’s I also took off my own shirt and tossed next to my boots.

Then I took a moment to look at myself, or more specifically the area where my pouch was.

There was no outward sign of the stab wounds but I could feel them well enough.

The annoying itch was still there and I knew exactly where the stab wounds were so it was kinda freaky to not see any outward sign.

But that was probably a good thing, if there actually was any outwards sign it would be way worse for sure, maybe even deadly.

The only thing I could see was the scar from the time I lost a kidney.

“Hey you forgot your soap! Catch!”

I whipped my head around to Arthur who had pulled me out of my thoughts.

It took me a few seconds to register what he had said but by then he had already thrown the soap.

Since I was not prepared to have anything thrown at me I failed to catch it and it hit me square in the torso.

Or more specifically the area where my pouch was located.

I doubled over in pain and just about managed to not land completely in the water with a strangled whine.

“Oh fuck! Donovan, are you okay?”

Arthur had jumped out of the water after he saw me fall over and then just awkwardly stood there not knowing what to do while I tried to get back up.

“my pouch hurts, you hit it right in the middle”

I wheezed out, holding the area that had been struck.

“Is it still hurting? Are you okay? I’m so fucking sorry!

I didn’t mean to do that!”

“I’m fine gimme a minute, i wanted to ask Oakley for help anyway”

He didn’t look convinced, and neither was I about what I just said, but he didn’t do it on purpose and I wouldn’t hold that against him.

“Wha’s goin on?”

Robin had woken up, likely from Arthur’s loud voice.

Oh dammit, and now he was standing there in a pair of soaking wet pants and absolutely covered in bubbles looking rather concerned at me.

I was still half lying on the floor so I sat up completely if a bit hunched over.

“Im fine don’t worry, Arthur threw soap at me and hit the stitches, but it’s okay just surprised me”

He still looked concerned, well as much as he could with bubbles covering everything but his face.

“Maybe you should go to a doc? Maybe they can at least give something against pain?”

I shook my head.

“No, I mean how the hell would I explain that?

My anatomy differs quite a bit from that of a human, besides I don’t think telling anyone why exactly I have those stitches on the INSIDE would go over well, I’ll ask Oakley later as soon as he’s back, okay?”

He didn’t look too happy about it but said nothing else to the matter, Instead he took a handful of bubbles and threw them at Arthur.

Arthur then retaliated by jumping into the basin and splashing water at Robin.

Since I already felt better than just a moment before, which I blamed the soap for just hitting a nerve, so I decided to grab one of the buckets and splash both of the other young men.

Robin dodged with a squeal and Arthur got the entire brunt of it.

“COLD!”

In response to me throwing water he grabbed a bucket that was filled with soapy bubbles and threw that at me.

Since I was still sitting on the floor I had no way to avoid it and got covered in the lavender smelling liquid.

Pain temporarily forgotten in favor of adrenaline it grew into a full blown water fight in mere minutes.

On the plus side that did get all the mud off, and it was way more fun than just sitting in a bathtub.

It was a wonder nobody else came in while we splashed water absolutely everywhere but I was not complaining.

I never in my life had this much fun before!

After who knew how long we stopped and sat out of breath on the floor.

So that’s what it’s like to have fun with friends.

I realized I never had that before as every parent kept their child away from a bastard like me.

Also the fact I lived on the street probably didn’t make that better at all.

While I sat there the adrenaline slowly wore off and I could feel my pouch hurting again.

I hunched over a bit and tried to disguise it as just being out of breath.

It seemed to have worked as nobody said anything about it.

Robin was making bubbles by cupping his hands weirdly and blowing air into a soapy membrane that formed between his fingers.

They even floated for a bit before slowly falling down to the ground and popping.

Arthur was just poking the floating ones with his finger to make them pop prematurely, and I decided to join in from where I sat.

“Maybe we should leave soon? We made a hell of a mess and i’d rather leave before we get found in the middle of this chaos”

Arthur had a point, it looked as if the entire room had been a flood victim.

I decided to go and dip myself in one of the not-soapy basins to get the oily feeling of and then search for my shirt and boots.

In the heat of the water battle I had forgotten where exactly I put them.

In the end I found them around the corner near Arthur’s shoes.

Grabbing my shirt and wringing out the water that got splashed onto it I shook it out and fumbled for the bottom of it so I could put it on.

Putting my arms over my head proved to be a mistake however.

It hurt, like something had snapped in my pouch and I realized that I must have ripped one of the stitches.

I was proven right when I tasted something metallic at the back of my throat and spat it out.

It was a tiny bit of blood, not much and certainly not enough to be extremely worrisome.

Still, I should better check if Oakley has come back.

And I better not mention this to Arthur and Robin, they would probably blame the water fight for it and feel guilty.

Powering through the throbbing pain I put my shirt back on and poured the water from my boots.

I really needed new ones, These were just a few millimeters from losing their sole.

Washing the blood my body had ejected away with some water I stood up and went back to the other two.

Looking around the corner again I could see Arthur tossing towels onto the floor in front of the door.

Probably a good idea, otherwise the water would leak under the door.

Robin used the only dry towel left to dry his hair, making it stick in all directions from static.

He almost looked like a dark orange thistle.

Still, my pouch fucking hurt and i wanted to see if Oakley finally came back so he could help me.

“Let’s go look if Oakley has come back, the stitches are itching and its so fucking annoying, im sure the winged fucker knows what to do”

At my words Robin tossed the towel next to the ones Arthur had used to stop the water from spreading, and Arthur opened the door which caused some water to pour out regardless of the towels.

“Aww fuck, i hoped that would work, lets just hope nobody complains about it”

To avoid just that we all quickly walked down the halfway again before we came to a split in the corridor.

I looked down both of the halls but couldn’t really make out a difference,

Maybe the other two had remembered where we came from?

“Uh, does anyone remember which way we need to go?”

I was met with incomprehensive stares.

“No, sorry I’m really bad at directions, you Arthur?”

Arthur also shook his head.

“Eh fifty fifty chance to get it right, let’s just go trough one and we’ll find our way somehow”

He randomly chose the left tunnel and me and Robin trailed after him, trying to find anything that was familiar.

There was nothing I recognized, Then again I had not been paying much attention when we came in.

After a bend we could see a ton of doors laid into the walls, yeah this was not the way we came from,

and the windows were gone too.

“Where the hell are we? Maybe we should backtrack?”

I received a bunch of nods at my suggestion and we turned back around.

Only to find that there were two possible ways we could take as there was a fork in the hallway.

“Im sorry, but what the fuck? Who builds a castle like this?”

Arthur complained and I had to silently agree with him, How was anyone supposed to find whatever room they were looking for?

“So which way do we take now?”

None of us knew the answer to Robin’s question.

Though it would help to find a window or something, just to see what side of the building we were on.

“Well i say we should look for a window, maybe we can see where we are that way?”

I really hoped we would find an exit, and that as soon as possible.

I needed to find Oakley, my pouch was hurting like crazy and I did my best not to show any outward signs of it.

Still, I’d like to solve that as quickly as possible as I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep this facade up.

Since we went left to get into this hallway we chose the one on the right this time, hoping that this was the one we came from.

Robin was idly looking around.

“I wonder how the people that live here find their way? Do you think they have tiny maps of just the palace to orient themselves?”

I had to smile at the mental image of someone using a tiny map just to get around a building, a big building though.

“I doubt that, they probably are just used to it”

After wandering around aimlessly a little bit longer we came to a dead end.

The place we ended up in was circular with decorative stone benches attached to the walls, and best of all a big window.

Arthur immediately went up to it and stuck his head out, only to get back inside really fast again with a pale face.

“Nope, not that way, lets go search for another exit”

Out of curiosity both me and Robin stuck our faces out the window and looked down.

And even more down until there was only water very far below us.

I could even see some stalagmite like stone pillars poking out of the saltwater.

The ocean, right, the castle was built right on top of a giant cliff.

I pulled my head back in, Arthur was right there was no way out unless we wanted to fall who knew how many meters to our death.

I pulled Robin back inside by the back of his shirt as he was still staring at the waves crashing against stone far below.

“And how do we get out now?”

He asked after I let go of his shirt and put him back on the ground.

Arthur looked down the hallway we had come from.

“Maybe we can find someone and just ask how to get out?

There’s a lot of doors in some of the other hallways, someones bound to be there”

He was right, we had wandered aimlessly around for who knew how long now and clearly didn’t know the way.

And I wanted to get out already, I needed to find Oakley and ask him for help.

So knocking on random doors it was until someone opened that could tell us how to navigate this place.

I really wanted to punch whoever made the design for this place.

After finding the corridor with the ton of doors again, At least I assumed it was the same, We just started knocking on the doors.

It was after about five minutes that someone opened the door we knocked on.

In the doorframe was a soldier, a scruffy looking man that was not wearing his helmet, Nea would probably punch him for that, and behind him were some more soldiers that had apparently played some card game up until now.

Tha man gaze swiveled over us and i noticed he seemed to be slightly inebriated, was he drunk?

His glassy stare came to a stop on my pointy ears and I could see his entire demeanor shift from relaxed to high alert.

Before I could react he drew a dagger from his belt and aimed to stab me, yelling loudly.

“FAELING! INVADER!”

The man raised the blade over his head and let it swoop down, aimed at my face.

Arthur managed to pull me back in time and the dagger hit only air.

“HEY! FUCK OFF, HE’S NOT AN INVADER!”

It did not look like they believed him, and now the other three soldiers that had spied on this one’s cards shot up and also grabbed sharp looking things before standing behind what I now assumed to be their leader.

That was not good.

Apparently not all of the castle’s staff had been informed about what happened and that I was not a foe.

The first soldier now aimed for Arthur who was in a defensive stance.

Suddenly Robin grabbed my arm and tugged me away from the door and I realized what Arthur was doing.

The soldiers couldn’t get out of the room if he was standing in front of the door, he was intentionally putting himself in the way so we could get a head start.

I let Robin lead while Arthur punched the guy that had threatened me right in the face.

I could swear I even heard a crack as his fist collided with the soldier’s nose.

We went around a bend and ran face first into another person, in my adrenaline fueled brain I thought we had run into even more soldiers but as I looked closer I realized that it was the gardener.

He was carrying an empty flower pot with him that he set on the floor after we ran into him and then he looked both of us right in the eyes.

“What are you doing here young lads? Ah i see you’ve found your ginger friend”

Right the last time I saw him I told him I was looking for Robin, but last time I was in Ardua form so how did he know that I was the same person?

My train of thought was interrupted by a shout from behind us, Arthur came running down the hall with a bruise on his cheek.

The soldiers he had pissed off were right behind him though so I tried my best to hide.

There wasn’t anything to hide though so I tried to squeeze myself into one of the wall decorations.

Since it was rather small, that was not effective at all.

Arthur came to a stop next to Robin and held his sore jaw looking confused at the Gardener whose name I didn’t know.

A few seconds later the four soldiers that were pretty intent on cutting my lifespan short also came around the bend and stopped when they saw that we were basically hiding in the wall behind the gardener.

The Gardener did not budge, he had no weapons or anything and while he was buff he stood there relaxed as if nothing was wrong.

This guy had a lot of guts to just calmly stand there while he was being charged at by four angry and armed men.

They stopped right in front of him though.

“Barsen! Get out of the way! You are standing in front of invaders! And a Faeling! Move so we can do our job!”

The Gardener, who was apparently named Barsen, did not budge.

“Your job? I thought these days you just drank and played cards? And i have to inform you, as you clearly missed it,  that these boys are friends of the new king, so i think you should leave before this escalated even more”

He spoke like he was talking about the weather but the soldiers looked horrified at this piece of information, their gaze going over each of us and lingering on Arthur’s bruised jaw and my pointy ears.

“But he’s a fa-”

“He is a friend of the king, and i’m pretty sure that some of the old laws are going to be changed now that there is a new ruler”

He interrupted the stammering soldier firmly but gently.

The Soldiers looked at each other and then turned tail back to the room they had played cards in, and in the distance I could see one of them holding a bleeding nose.

Barsen then turned back to look at us.

“Are you boys alright? Should I bring you to the infirmary?

I’m sure they have something for that bruise on your cheek young man”

That was probably a good idea, the infirmary was at least somewhere we knew and maybe someone we knew would show up.

that and maybe we’d get to talk to Nea if we went with him.

Arthur still held his bruised jaw but nodded and I nervously looked back the way those soldiers had gone, holding on to Robin’s tunic so as to not lose him.

“Yeah, i think that’s a good idea, i don’t want any other people that didn’t get the message to try and stab me”

He nodded and picked the flower pot up again and I noticed that while it was as big as my torso it was not empty, It was filled with a lot of dry dirt.

No wonder he was buff if he carried stuff like that regularly.

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Itward...

*gasp from the audience*

With reader...

*another dramatic gasp*

Who is scared of Itward leaving them because they're "too old"!

*even more dramatic gasp*

Not in a grandma/grandpa way. In the way "hey you're every childs imaginary friend right? Riiight. Uh. So what happens.. once the child isn't a child anymore?......"

They turned 14 or 16, maybe the latter would be better, and realize that. Holy shit. From a legal standpoint they're half an adult now. Will he leave them? Will they forget about him, given the "every childs imaginary friend" status you can assume grown ups maay have forgotten about him(no you cant. Reader is just too paranoid to think normally)? I think it would also be fun if it escalated from jealousy and worry - Itward started coming to hang out less and less, where os he? Oh, he probably was with another kid.. sure... while dear itward just has important buisness to do because something on his ship broke and to fix it/change out the broken parts after trial and error of finding them is gonna take some time. They're more clingy, more desparate - even if they don't show it, and just appear more emotional.. it worries him, has something happened? Had he missed anything?

OBV PLATONIC DAD ITWARD DHKHKDHKD

Itward w/ a reader who's growing up! (Platonic)!

SPEED RUNNING THIS CUZ I GOTTA START MAKIMF CHICKEN ALREDO SOON BJT I LOVE THIS IDEA SO SO MUCH

I feel like even before you start to few up, itward isnt always there with you every might since he has to juggle around so many kids as well as take care of other things

But with that being said, you notice that hes stopping by less and less; although he does sincerely apologize for any lateness and such

For whatever reason itward came into your life; be it you needing a friend or other reasons, you and itward develop a father/child relationship

He was there when you needed someone to hold you and tell you it was going to be okay. He was there to share your accomplishments and milestones. And he has plans to keep it that way

Personally I think at some point itward fazes himself out of a childs life when they dont need him anymore, like when their situation gets better of theyre safe from outside forces. Typically he does it when they're still young, out of fear that someone talking about their "imaginary friend" will lead to complications

But I'm getting a little side tracked from the requests idea, right now...

You're different, for really any reason, and he decided to stick around. I mean it's not unheard of that hes shown up for older kids (Clara and mia are the main example)

Notices you're a little off, as if you have something on your mind

Gently presses for information, but I don't think he would corner you for a confession

He let's you know that you can talk to him about anything and he wont ever be upset at you if you've done something

Itward has a habit of talking about stuff hes done; be it with his own hobbies or about his other kids

He notices your face kind of fall when he talks about this new kid hes recently started reading bedtime stories too

Asks once again if you're okay but wont push for an answer

Imagine the truth spills when hes late one night to visit you, on a night where he promised to see you.. but let's say, he needed to get some fuel for his ship.. thus the delay and he finds you getting all up in your head :(

Maybe even crying

Oh his poor heart, he gently settles himself down on the bed next to you and rubs your back; he doesnt wanna hug you out of nowhere and risk making you uncomfortable

You just spill out all your thoughts and oh his poor heart (again!)

Of course you wont forget about him, infact I don't think he has the ability to erase peoples memories.. even if he did I dont think he would do it unless the situation is dire

Hes so so apologetic about neglecting you these past few weeks/months, he assures you that hes not going to go anywhere

In fact if you want him gone youre gonna have to tell him yourself; and he might even hover to the side to make sure you're doing fine

Tries to clear room in his schedule to hang out with you more, even offers to take you on overnight adventures with him if it's not too dangerous (assuming you still live in the third reality and with your family)

Hugs, lots of hugs! Itward gives the best hugs, I think... as long as you ignore hes cold and hes a skeleton..! Its the feeling he puts into it that matters!

Very hard to fix given he has to take his other kids into consideration

Obviously we dont know how many kids hes helping at once, but given he said hes "the one many children talk about" and the fact hes canonically labeled as a wanderer (safe to assume hes always. You know. Wandering and exploring), I would assume it would at least be a few but not a lot at any given time; afterall theres only one of him

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🌷April tmnt all 4 1 challenge🌹

As always, this was hosted by the lovelies: @thelaundrybitch @post-apocalyptic-daydream @leosgirl82 @turtle-babe83

Prompt: “What are you doing in my bed?”

2007 turtle of choice x reader

reader is implied as female

Sorry this took so long, been busy with work and other stuff. If theres any mistakes dont mind them please. Hope you all enjoy this~

Listened to this for inspiration 🌸

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He'd be lying if he said he wasn't jealous of what April and Casey had. A relationship, one that bloomed from friendship into something more. He wanted that, too. Because of him being a mutant turtle, he figured he was destined to be alone forever and live in the shadows like the ninja he was. Besides, Y/N didn't feel the same towards him at his advances; that was evident enough. Anytime he tried to get close to her, she looked like she was uncomfortable. He quit trying after that. But that didn't stop his feelings for her, and each longing was like a knife in his chest.

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You didn't mean to fall for him. You were crushing real hard on the hero in the half shell. His eyes always made your heart skip a beat whether it him looking at you or the other way around. There was just something about him that made you always think about him since you two became friends. (He hid in the shadows outside your window, not wanting to scare you with his appearance until you wanted to see him after some time.)

You wanted to tell him how you actually felt. You noticed how he was staring at you and wanting to spend more time with you. There was a time when he tried to kiss you but you got so flustered he thought you didn't want him to do that. You did want to kiss him, but .... Love was just confusing. You entered the lair to see everyone but the turtle you wanted to see.

"Hey, where's (Leo/Raph/Donnie/Mikey)?"

"He went out. He probably wont be back until really late."

"Oh..."

You decided to wait in his room. Surely, his brothers or Splinter will tell him that you were looking for him. Opening his door you stepped into his room. You've been inside a time or two, but you still felt like you were invading his space.

You sat on his bed and wondered what you should do. It was going to be a while yet before he came back. You pulled out your phone and started browsing through your messages. You thought of texting him but then figured that probably would not be the best idea. If he was spying on the Foot, Karai, or any of the other dangerous criminals in New York, he had to be vigilant.

You instead pulled out your mp3 player and turned on some music. You were lost in your thoughts until your eyes felt heavy. It was way past midnight. You fought sleep as long as you could until your eyes closed and you drifted to sleep.

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It was still dark out when he came back in. Everyone was already in bed. He yawned and stretched his stiff muscles, ready to hit the sack. He opened the door to his room... and saw Y/N laying on his bed. He was so surprised he asked without thinking,"What are you doing in my bed?"

You woke up to his voice (your mp3 player battery died and needed to be charged). You quickly sat up straight, your heart pounding in your chest. "I, I uhm..." you tried to speak. "I wanted to see you..." Maybe this could've waited till tomorrow....?

He sighed then apologized. "Sorry for waking you, its just... i wasnt expecting you... to be here..." If turtles could blush, he would be right now.

"Look... I'm sorry if it seems like I'm.. avoiding you....I'm not. I just needed to sort things out."

"No, it's my fault, I shouldn't have pushed you into it. I know now..." He had asked Casey about some relationship advice, even told him about his crush on you. He hoped everything would go right, but... maybe you just wanted to be friends, he had figured. "If you wanna stay just friends, I'm okay with that..."

You saw the look on his face, like he was trying to hide behind a smile. You then stood up and approached him. It was now or never; you was going to tell him how you really felt about him while you had the nerve. "You didn't do anything wrong. It was me. It was just so... sudden, you know? We'll always be friends, never doubt that."

You gave a pause. "But I've been having these warm, fuzzy feelings whenever you come around. And... I've been wanting to tell you that... I like you... a lot. I want to go out with you, even if we just stay here in the sewers or whatever." You gingerly took his hand, gripping it with tenderness. "I wasn't ready then, but I'm ready to give us a chance. We won't know if it'll work out if we don't try."

Was this really happening? Did you just agree to go out with him? He wasn't dreaming this, right? His mind had questions bouncing around. But they stopped as soon as he gripped your hand, holding it in his.

"Do you really mean it?" His eyes sparkled with hope.

You smiled back at him, blushing and softly giggled. "Yes, I mean it."

He smiled and gave a sweet kiss on your blushed cheek. He touched your forehead with his. You've made him the happiest turtle in the world. "If it's alright with you, we can get comfy in my bed. I can hold you till you can go back to sleep."

"Sure thing."

He held you in his arms and watched with tired eyes as you quickly drifted to sleep. Sleep soon took hold of him, too, and he joined you in slumber with a small smile on his face.

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followed for yugioh but thoroughly enjoying the frankenposting. please, continue

Doing my part! (read frankenstein and developed a deep obsession with victor. i hate him but nobody else can only i have hater priveleges because I Get him)

Victor Frankensteins life is basically like "what if the fucked up stuff you said and did after your mom died (but not before putting you in an arranged marriage with your cousin) and while you were socially isolated at college (because you don't understand how to make new friends) (because you have undiagnosed mental illnesses) came back to haunt you in the form of a 8 foot tall supernaturally strong zombie that was also your incel teenage son and also you only turned eighteen like last month."

Like yeah he fucked up. He fucked up bad! But also like... man i cant believe im defending victor out here i hated him so much when i first read the book... he created the Creature while in what appears to have been a manic state where he isolated himself from literally everyone else on campus (HE WAS STILL A COLLEGE FRESHMAN THATS NEVER MENTIONED IN ADAPTIONS EVEN THOUGH ITS THE FUNNIEST FUCKING THING) and was so absolutely not in the state to take care of the Creature at all when he brought it to life. You know what he did after the Creature ran away from him? ya boi fucking fainted and didn't come out of a fever state for the next like... three months. Victor was in no state to be any kind of 'parent' by the time the Creature came out (and, by the way, he came out fully sentient. The creature was not a goo goo ga ga UwU baby. That thang was a whole-ass man). Fainting was probably the best thing that could have happened to him in that scenario.

Also, the whole thing about the Victor and the Creature is that people are always taking the whole tragic backstories of each as reasons why its 'okay' that theyre the way they are, and not simply explanations as to why they are the way they are. Victor is Like That because he's been socially isolated from a young age and experiences the crushing weight of everyones expectations about him that he's terrified of not measuring up to. The Creature is Like That because he could never meet those expectations no matter what he does because he literally is born with an appearance so uncannily disturbing that it can and has sent people into fits of seizure (granted, that person was victor 'weaksauce weakness' frankenstein, but the point still stands.)

anyways. victor was a Bad Person but he never killed anyone besides indirectly with justine (and that was also equally if not more the fault of the Creature itself, who also went about, you know, murdering small children, so it's not like it has the moral high ground here)

anyways yeah. victor frankenstein didn't deserve good things but i dont think he deserved all that.

Also side note. the funniest thing adaptions leave out is that frankensteins monster is a vegetarian. He WILL kill innocent humans just to get back at this one guy but killing cows makes him sad :(

[princelestatdelioncourt]

Part II "Just A Night"

**This is a continuation from Part I - Just a day

The day became afternoon, the sky with a mix of soft colors. Blues, pinks, oranges and purples. So clear skies. I was finishing to work on the fences and cutting some bushes to make it more clear. No we had no gardener. I did it all.

I sat on the store steps of the front door, tired and covered in sweat after all these hours working. I drank from the jar of water I had next to me and I poured some over me to cool down. It felt so good but I was soaked wet now. I didn't care. I just sat there, leaned back and rested my elbows on the stone steps and just enjoyed the quietude and I felt hungry and I hoped there was some food that night and not just hard bread and cheese.

Finally I went up stairs and towards my room. My dogs there and they came to me as soon as I opened the door and I played with them for a few. Then I took off my wet shirt, used the wet towel to clean and dry my chest from sweat and dirt and wore the clean new shirt. My only two shirts I owned. So I put this one by the fireplace to dry overnight.

I was starving so ordered my dogs to stay and I went downstairs see if we had supper. I could smell broth and that made me more hungry. I walked into the dinning room and there were my brothers, their wives and father seated on the end side of the table facing the door where I came in and on to the other end my mother her back facing the door. I always sat closer to my mother side, she wanted me to sit there since when I was carried back home from the Monastery years ago.

The server poured some broth on my bowl and I devoured that fast listening from away whatever my brother Augustin was talking to my father and my other brother just replying with "yes", "Agree", "Absolutely" how ignorant and absolutely ridiculous they sounded talking about power.

Then to my surprise there appeared by the door the most delicate server Ive ever seen. White pale skin, soft pink lips, blond locks on each side of her round face with pinky cheeks and when she lifted her sight to pour some wine in our cups her blue eyes shy. Ive never seen her around the castle. My eyes just followed her while she poured the wine on my brothers cup and my brother looked at my realizing I was looking at her and he nodded his head with that disgusting face of what the hell I was thinking of.

I ate what I was given to eat. Fruits and vegetables and pieces of meat from the broth and cheese. My brothers, their wives and kids and my father left while I was still eating. My mother stayed, quietly, looking straight seated on a polite posture like if she was in Versailles and she stayed there while I finished to eat. I wasn't sure why it was always like that, why I always ended up alone eating but it was normal but I hated it but i did not. And my mother always stayed even if she was done with her meal. Why? I do not know I never asked.

When I was done, my mother finally stood without a word and left the room. And I stood and left as well. I went outside towards the outside gates wondering if the tavern girl will come or not. I will only wait a few. I dont have that much of a patience and if she wasn't coming I will just go back inside and find some wine and drink it all.

Just a few moments later I saw her coming from the serpent dark road. I felt a mix of emotions. I just looked at her to approach and she smiled at me when she was closer. Opening her arms and wrapping them around me.

"I never forgot, I am here" he looked up at me and smiled

"I see" I held her with one arm around her back waist and I made us to walk towards the door. Upon opening the door she was surprised to see such a magnificent place and so big. I was surprised she loved the Castle so much when I hated every corner of it. I made her wait on the hallway while I went to the kitchen and grab a bottle of wine and then we went upstairs to my room. She almost made me stop every few steps becasue she was astonished of what she saw.

I opened the door to my room "Dont be afraid of the dogs they are friendly" and we walked in. The dogs obviously came to me and they were around her trying to jump and play with her but she seemed scared. Two huge mastiff dogs and one small girl, it was obvious she was a little scared. I finally made them to stop and they went to back to lay down on the rug by the fireplace.

She sat on the edge of my bed and looked around my room.

"Your admiration surprises me. Its just a big room with thick walls" I said while I pet the dogs and walked towards the end table I had by my bed and grabbed the bottle of wine, opened it and drank from it.

"Is beautiful Lestat" she said and smiled at me

I chuckled and threw myself to the bed, my back resting on the pile of pillows by the wall and I drank more and I looked at her. All I wanted was to be drunk. She came closer slowly like a snake on tall grass, her hands sliding over my legs up to my thighs, her mischievous smile on her red lips, her hair tied up just a few locks falling over her face. I drank again and she took the bottle of wine off my hands and sat on my lap pulling up her dress so it would be nothing but her, her under garments and me.

"I dont want you drunk my Lord" she said accommodating herself more in purpose over me and leaving the bottle of wine on the table next to the bed. I smiled. Between that wine and the one few cups I had while having dinner I was a little tipsy.

"Will do then make me forget where I am at then?" I smirked and held her waist with my hands leaning closer and kissing her chest with a few soft kisses.

"yes I can" she replied holding my head her fingers tangled on my hair. That always make me lose all temper and anger and relaxed me so much.

We kissed, we took off our clothes, we felt each other bodies next to the other, we made love a few times over and over to finally we held each other until we could do no more.

I felt falling asleep laying on that straw mattress, her head resting on my shoulder and me all spread like if I fell onto that mattress. I was done and I didn't want no more.

She talked to me about the wolves. "I am scared you are going up there in the morning, is not just dogs Lestat" she said with her fingers playing with my hair.

"yes thats fine, it will be good, sleep..."I said with my eyes closed, tired, drunk, wet in sweat from the intercourse and ready to sleep. She rested her head on my chest and the only thing I remember next was waking up very early in the morning, it was still a little bit dark but I could hear the morning crickets and a few birds. I was laying on my stomach and i moved my arm and no one was there. Not even the dogs. Eyes half opened, my hair over my face, Im sure I looked like a mess half asleep. Then I remember it all. She probably left early while I was asleep to go back to the Inn. Ok fine. I fell back to the mattress and I didn't want to move but I know I had to go out there and kill the wolves. I protested silently...until I finally decided to move.

[allwaswell16]

All the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in November 2022. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics (yes I talked about every single one of those trick or treat fest fics lol) as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 including the fics on this month’s fic roundup which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

-Larry-

These High Walls by LarryAlways28

(E, 68k, a/b/o) So... when the older, and wildly attractive Harry Styles offers him a deal in exchange for saving his family's legacy- how could Louis ever refuse that?

All Out of Love by SunTomato / @sun-tomato

(G, 32k, cupid au) While on a mission to match Liam and Zayn, the distraction comes in the shape of Louis Tomlinson – an overworked and underloved man trying way too hard to do everything himself.

Where the World has Come Together by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(M, 26k, fantasy au) For the crime of elven blood running through his veins, Louis Tomlinson spends his days protecting the human kingdom he’s been cast out of. Forcibly tied by magic to the very walls that encircle the city, he and the other guards do what they can to find some semblance of a life.

I Know You Rider (Gonna Miss Me When I'm Gone) by @cyantific

(T, 9k, 90s au) The one where Louis hates hippies and roller coasters and Harry tries to fix that with lots of fun facts, terrible puns and perhaps one very life-changing moment in a dark tunnel.

kill my mind by StarryDay13 / @daydreaming-sunflower

(T, 2k, uni au, ficlet as part of series) Kind of a "the extroverted friend adopts the introverted one" scenario except they are in love.

dont let it break your heart by StarryDay13 / @daydreaming-sunflower

(T, 2k, emotional hurt/comfort, ficlet as part of series) Louis is a flirty bartender, and Harry just got dumped.

-Rare Pairs-

enough to make a girl blush by @disgruntledkittenface

(E, 22k, Louis/Niall) When Louis moves from her small hometown to the city, she runs into her childhood friend Niall. Despite her surprise at learning that Niall presented as an alpha, she’s immediately drawn to her. 

over my shoulder by @nouies

(E, 10k, Louis/Sebastian Stan) The media thinks omega singer Louis Tomlinson is dating alpha actor Sebastian Stan because they bump into each other all the time.

Not Sure How To Say This Right by @wabadabadaba

(M, 7k, Louis/Florence Pugh) Louis had resigned herself to be Florence's best friend and watch from the sidelines as Florence gave her all to someone who didn't appreciate her. That was until she came home to Florence in her kitchen with a new hair cut, brownies and newly single.

As long as you're not afraid to feel by wordsnnotes / @quelsentiment

(T, 5k, Louis/Liam) Liam can’t help sounding a bit suspicious as he replies, “You want to co-host Phantom Tales? Do you even believe in ghosts?”

With This Wing, I Thee Wed by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(T, 4k, Louis/Niall) “Nando’s?” Niall crosses his arms and pouts, a little line appearing between his eyebrows. “I want Nandos. I like Nandos.” “And I like my dignity,” Louis mutters.

Next Door by @allwaswell16

(NR, 2k, Louis/Rob Pattinson) When a stray cat starts coming round Louis' garden and bothering his dog, Louis and his best friend set out to capture it.

-Trick or Treat Fest-

(all 666 words)

Accidental Love by Laziam (MItCheLlInE) / @guilty1dlove

An Apple A Day by @lululawrence

Bloody Squid by rainblou / @loubbies

fallin' all in (love with) you by eynap / @panye

Foreshadowing by @neondiamond

Ghost Ship by cherrylarry | @beelou

head all full of stuffin' by Lhhome | @lhhomefics

Holy Guacamole! by bluegreenish | @greenblueish

Hot Pumpkin Guy by downcamethelightning | @sxvedbyastranger

i've been looking for the missing piece by @dragmedown

Meet-Woof by @littleroverlouis

Needle by @nouies

Scare me, baby by TeamLouis / @teamlouis2022

Spellbound by yourlionheartx / @djtommotomlinson

Swallowpeen by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright

Sweet Talk by wordsnnotes / @quelsentiment

the ghost of love keeps haunting me by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

The Rescue by @haztobegood

there’s a house in english bond (somebody planned to stay) by safetyfilm / @larrieblr

What’s cookin’, goodlookin’? by 4ureyesonly28 / @evilovesyou

Who wants to snog a ghost? by @fallingdefenceless

You Really Should Keep Driving by @homosociallyyours