#if someone actually tries to control you like this

[your-reference-here]

Okay, I know I already reblogged this, but my brain has been absolutely gnawing on this AU's possibilities so I had to write some of my ideas down.

Boq is definitely the DM. He seems like the kind of guy who would have gotten into the game back home and then brought it to Shiz. He tries for weeks to get Galinda to play, but it's not until he mentions it to Nessa, who then mentions it to Elphaba, who THEN mentions it to Galinda that a game comes together. Fiyero tags along too because he's curious...or at least that's what he says. It's not until they actually arrive at their session zero character creation that he rolls up with a fully prepared character sheet and they all realize "oh this guy knows this game."

Here's what I think everyone decides to play:

Galinda = College of Glamour Bard. I put this in my original reblog and I'm sticking with that. The whole subclass just feels like it was made for her.

Elphaba = Wild Magic Sorcerer. I was torn on whether Wild Magic or Divine Soul would be her subclass, but thinking it over more I've decided to say fuck it, give her the Wild Magic Sorcerer build because it fits thematically and because its shenanigans are fun. In universe, my excuse is Boq suggested choosing options that they could relate to as a first time player, so there you go.

Nessa = Order Domain Cleric. In my head, Boq mentions that cleric is his favorite class, so Nessa decides to explore those options. Something about the Order Domain just speaks to her...maybe it's the desire for some control over her own life, maybe it's a dark foreshadow of who she will become later. But who's looking into it that deeply?

Fiyero = Cavalier Fighter. He just wants to kick ass on a horse. It's also a nice way to uphold a "knight in shining armor" appearance for his peers. Galinda loves it, while Elphaba just rolls her eyes and calls him out for being a horse boy.

The first game is a simple fetch quest that quickly goes off the rails. This isn't unusual as far as D&D goes, but it does escalate to a loud enough volume that the crew gets kicked out of the library and has to find another spot to play. This could be a number of places, but I like to think Doctor Dillamond is kind enough to allow them access to his classroom, mostly to keep them all out of trouble and because of his soft spot for Elphaba (he's happy to see her making friends and joining in whatever this strange social club is). His only request is that whatever mess they make is cleaned up before the first class the following day. It's very close once or twice.

Now, in terms of how our cast actually are as players...

Galinda is the confused enthusiast who has no idea what she's doing but is going to do everything with an air of exaggerated flair. This results in her being the unintentional button pusher/trap trigger-er/the one the party is constantly yelling "NO!" at a second too late. Somehow, she always manages to pull through whatever mess she is in or has gotten the entire party in, mostly because she's able to gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss everyone else, including the DM, on a whim.

Elphaba is a born rules lawyer who comes to the game having memorized all her spells and abilities, only to find herself consistently exasperated by Galinda's choices and/or fighting with Fiyero who knows the game so well that he's found countless loopholes to exploit. She does end up having fun but hoo boy does she come close to magically throwing a book at someone's head on multiple occasions.

Fiyero is just vibing and, though he won't admit it out loud, is genuinely having a good time with these people and it's the happiest he's been in a long time.

Nessa is the only one trying to keep the party on track with the plot for Boq's sake, who is beginning to question bringing this particular group of people together.

UPDATE: I just saw the spellbook again in the artwork and was like "shit that's really a wizard thing to have a spellbook" and then I remembered the beauty of the multi-class, so my solution is that Elphaba decides to multi-class later on into a School of Transmutation Wizard.

dnd au request

[amastarxoxo]

Hii! Could I perhaps ask for a yan! Caitvi with a darling who is scared of them? Ty 4 reading my request!

fun fact: i don’t like either one of these people ( vi is 50/50 on a good day )

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warnings : objectification , fem!reader , poly relationship , violent outbursts ( vi ) , manipulation ( cait ) , sexual touching ( nothing explicit ) , dehumanization ( ? )

caitlyn and vi are the best couple to be around in public. but private…

caitlyn

doesn’t understand why you’re scared. she been nothing be nice to you and even dolled you up like a pretty princess.

everyday, she has a set routine for you that must not be ruined by anyone or anything. they will face the consequences if such happens

if you refuse to obey , she start manipulating you into thinking very differently about some people you care about.

she tends to do treat you more like a doll than a real person , “dolls must look pretty. dolls always obey their masters. dolls are obedient.” — her motto. 

she honestly care but also don’t care that you’re scared of her, she has nothing to worry about she may not put hands on you ( physically at least ) but someone else can take care of that ( more fear the more she’ll listen )

vi

i hc that vi is a really short tempered one but she tries to keep her cool around you and i mean TRY

every time you flinch, refuse, or ATTEMPT to run away from home escape, she ready to blow up and take out on anything or anyone.

“honey bun, please…stop getting me mad for attention! you know i’m completely devoted to you no matter what…just ask next time, k?” she’s delusional ! she thinks we asked for this.

she uses her anger to control you! you don’t want to get hit right? great! start listening—or else.

she does deeply care for you and she wishes you would just cooperate with her so she doesn’t have to use her anger to control you—she also cares about the fact you’re scared of her but she also uses it to her advantage clearly but then again, whatever keeps you with her, us, it doesn’t matter.

vi + cait

they love touching you. and i mean love touching you, boundaries don’t exist with them. from your hair to your lips, lips to your neck, neck to your collarbones, collarbones to your tits, tits to your stomach, yea you got the point.

cait will always scold vi for intentionally scaring you/using her violent outbursts to strike fear into you but she never actually stops her. if anything she’s watching from a distance, the scolding is just an act and they both know it except you of course.

whenever they argue about you, they never address you as a person, you’re an object, or not even consider human in a way, and since cait loves to keep you a doll you feel even more less of a person and more of a prop.

if you misbehave, vi will hold back cait from feeding you, showering you, etc. your punishment is either dehumanizing or rough housing sex; and cait most definitely does not agree with roughing you up have to keep up your precious porcelain skin, not taking care of you is the next best option, but cait is against that one too so vi has to hold her back. this punishment can go on for 48 days to about a week or two.

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[jester-lover]

Batfam with a Desi! S/O

CWs: Fem! aligned reader discussions of discrimination, angst, spoilers, but overall fluff

AN: I'm desi and I rarely see desi! reader content out here, so I felt the need to deliver, would love feedback! Also, I'm very new to the Batfamily dynamic, so please don't think anything OOC is intentional.

Bruce

You’ve got to be a really smart person to catch his eye; when you’ve got him, he’s absolutely ensnared by you. Bruce worships the damn ground you walk on, and he respects your culture from the get-go.

As a businessman, he’s met people from all countries. He knows how to behave respectfully towards your family without much nagging. By that I mean, he’ll take his shoes off when he gets to your place.

You know those big gold bangles and accessories you’ve always wanted? You’ll get them. Bruce knows what an investment gold can be, and he’s insistent on only the best for you.

Desi culture is very family-oriented, and while at first, he’s a little put off by how close everyone is, he warms up to it. Your family adores him because they know he can take care of you, and he actually puts in effort to connect with your identity.

He encourages you to wear traditional clothes to every press event you attend, and whenever you’re at desi events together, he’ll wear a kurta too. Imagine going to a desi wedding with a billionaire in tow, and he starts throwing hundreds on the dance floor lol.

You worry about him regarding his double life, but he tries to keep the crime in Gotham away from you the best he can.

Dick

He’s so down bad about you his own teammates make fun of him for it.

Dick would see you doing something like oiling your hair and beg to try it out too, so now you oil his hair once weekly. He tells everyone it’s a secret, but they all know it got better as soon as he was with you.

He would love watching sappy old Bollywood/Tollywood movies with you; the plots and slang might be outdated, but he loves the ornateness of it all. Like he’s a sucker for good background and costume design.

Your family loves how much attention he pays to himself and his body, and he practically soaks in the adoration of any number of little cousins he can pick up and spin around at family functions.

Speaking of functions, you know he’s gonna be in the middle of the dance floor. Does he know even a single song or move? Absolutely he does not, but is he gonna try to replicate SRK from his heart? Yes, he is.

He might shed a little tear the first time he sees you in traditional clothes; you just look so pretty to him. He loves seeing you in lehengas and saris, especially the long, flowy fabric that makes you look like a princess to him.

Jason

I really don’t think your family would like him at first, but he’s committed to you, and he’s gonna be with you as long as you’ll have him. He’ll happily immerse himself in your culture and eventually gain their trust, albeit, hanging on a thread.

Similarly to Dick, he’ll ask for you to try oiling his hair, but he’d love oiling your hair too, helping you tend to it during slow days. 

While none of the other people here would be quiet in the face of you facing discrimination, Jason would be the most willing to cause equal or worse harm. God forbid someone acts rude or racist towards you; they will find their lives slowly falling apart around them. From flat tires to burnt-down houses, he will willingly cause misery for those who have upset you over something you couldn’t possibly control.

Loves to help you cook; seeing a dish come together makes him feel all domestic and giddy inside. Even if it’s something simple, like a cup of chai or basic daal, he loves the richness of the flavors and spice. His spice tolerance is also high, so you don’t need to make your shared meals blander.

Worrying about clothes is a little out of his general interest, but he loves how opulent your traditional clothes are, like the amount of attention to detail and elegance. He thinks you look pretty even after the event, shoes in hand and hair messy after dancing for hours. He’ll carry you to the car if you ask him.

On the topic of clothes, Jason would look so gorgeous in a silky black kurta; I just know it.

Tim

One of my favorite gora pakoras.

He’d love to visit your country of origin someday; warm weather, good food, meeting your extended family—it’s all great for him.

Loves desi sweets so much. His favorites are mostly kulfi and syrupy treats like gulab jamun, but he loves snacks like pakoras.

This is the boy you want to bring home; he’s smart, self-reliant, comes from money, and is willing to keep up with the various traditions we have. Tim will happily learn your language, even if just to greet people respectfully at events. Your desi mom will literally start telling you to act more like him.

He’ll get himself matching kurtas to your outfits if you want him to, even if he kind of just sits around at events. It's not that he doesn’t want to socialize; he’s just a little nervous.

Tim will watch all the Desi rom-coms you want with you, especially the musical ones; they’re his guilty pleasure.

Duke

He’s so sweet, genuinely such a good partner in general, but also so conscious of cultural and social differences. 

Duke Thomas would be the type of boyfriend who carries around extra safety pins whenever you’re in traditional clothes or bobby pins for your hair, just thoughtful in little but important ways.

Running around fighting crime really takes a lot out of a guy, so you know he’d love to eat some hearty food; I think his favorites would be biryani or anything similarly substantial. 

This is the boy who’d spend any spare hour he has listening to you ramble on about family drama that goes back three generations and spans 3 continents. He’ll even help you oil your hair while he’s at it; he’s pretty decent at massaging it into your scalp. 

His favorite clothes on you are the less gown-like desi clothes, like the Shalwar Kameez; Duke thinks you look absolutely adorable in a dupatta.

He adores you so much because of everything that makes you, you. That includes loving your culture.

Barbara

Barbara’s such an ideal girlfriend in any situation, but with a desi partner, she’d really adore exploring your culture with you.

Another one who’d love watching Bollywood/Tollywood movies with you, especially some of the newer ones by more obscure directors, focusing on women’s issues and other elements of modern Desi society.

She would help you do your makeup for formal events, and it will be locked down for the night. Imagine wearing matching lehengas with Barb; she’d look so stunning!

Warms up to your family pretty quickly; she loves sharing chai and biscuits in the morning with them, talking about all the happenings in the city.

Barbara loves desi jewelry; she’d adore it if you got her a piece. She loves seeing you in ornate matching sets, just decked out in glamour.

[ohno-the-sun]

So in your Magical Girls AU, there's these little gremlin creatures that practically possess you, right? I have two (technically three) questions about this, if you don't mind? First, are the shadowy Venom creatures related to the Sun & Moon creatures in any way? Literally the only difference between them so far is the fact that if possessed by S&M you can control your own body, while the exact opposite happens if you get got by the Shadowy guys. Well, that and coloring, but other than that they're weirdly similar. I don't doubt that Sun and Moon can take over your body if they wanted to, they just don't for whatever reason they might have. Or I might just be a weirdo who connects everything even though it really shouldn't be connected- Who knows- XD

Second, is there any possible way to fight back against the shadow-things? Maybe not all the way, but at least enough to control your own body? Like, for example, if someone through sheer willpower/some sort of magical artifact pushed it back to a halfway-mark? Maybe it'd actually fuse with them, eating away at their sanity as time and time again someone tried and failed to pry it off of them, up until they turn to insanity to get this thing out of them, losing themself in the process.

...Could that have happened to William if he's in this AU-?

As for your first question…

According to little sun they are very different from specters

Nothing like them at all

No siree

[thetadispatcher]

"It's fine, no harm done." Sure the interaction had been far more unpleasant for him, but it hadn't damaged him in anyway. It had merely left the sensitive sensors in his hand tingling and caused him to be forced to reboot, but the information he'd been forcefully given hadn't corrupted his memory or been corrupted itself.

He'd been able to make sense of and properly view the overwhelming amount of data once he'd come back online, the entire event had only taken a few seconds so Strasky didn't have the time necessary to start thinking he'd broken Dan. So, the android only had to deal with the man apologizing for not warning him sooner, and for the things he'd been forced to witness.

Dan was just glad he now had a system to keep Strasky from getting worked up over seeing the androids Brent was currently building. He only had to get someone to distract the man well Brent preformed the functions test on them as that caused the skin to activate, making it harder for Strasky to look at them and keep his composure. So he had Sixty play the distraction as Brent preformed the test on the newly completed android.

Sixty did as he'd been silently instructed to do, he began fiddling with something breakable which caused Strasky to quickly try to get the item away from him. The RK800 played keep away with the man until Brent shut the android down and set it aside with the first one, then he let Strasky snag the glass decoration from him and set it back on the shelf.

"I estimate this will take an hour to complete the entire order, now that the new computers are here." Brent responded calmly, he was clearly used to dealing with impatient humans given how well he handled the behavior. "If you wish to, you can join the military units in the dining room. I believe they are playing a card game, one where you win by lying. So it should be entertaining for you, even if you cannot join in on one of their more extreme rules." The JB300 felt Agent Bishop would likely enjoy the games the military units played, even if he couldn't use the tool they did to weaken and shut down most of their functions.

Personally, he didn't understand why they liked to play something that was a less extreme version of roulette, but as long as it kept them entertained he wouldn't judge.

Vincent glanced at his black and purple uniform as Peter giggled to himself, he wasn't as accustomed to the human's strange behavior as Dan was. So, the AP700 would find himself frequently trying to understand the odd and cryptic things the human said to him. He only stopped when Dan mentally reminded him that it was best to just brush it off, seeing as Peter likely just found noting Vincent's favorite color funny due to being under the influence of the painkillers.

The yellow and red of Vincent's LED shifted to blue as he looked up at the other android, clearly finding his presence comforting as his stress levels fell significantly. He held up the crochet wolf he'd just finished outfitting with a yellow rain coat, silently waiting for the other's opinion on it as the yellow returned to his blue LED.

"Sometimes I make notes on the more absurd things he says, they range from questionable to outlandish. Usually they're just things he blurts out well upset. Although I don't know if most would make sense as a fortune, or if people would want quotes from the guy who told Elijah Kamski to suck his dick." Dan felt androids would like Peter more due to him telling off the whole of Cyberlife, and the boy had enough humans that didn't like him supporting androids.

"'I'm the video game boy, I'm the one who wins.' Is a personal favorite of mine in terms of things he's yelled at me because I was beating him. He's also tried to convince me clearly broken controllers weren't actually broken, 'the exposed wires help it breathe better' was an interesting one. I could go on, but some of my favorites are just from him forgetting I'm not a human, or just how common it is for him to crack himself up."

Dan chuckled slightly as he glanced at Peter, who'd finally passed out in his arms. He still knew better then to put him to bed as Peter would wake up the moment he couldn't hear the beating of the PL600's thirium pump and his pump regulator, it was a sound he noted calmed Peter and provided him comfort.

"It took me a bit to get used to how much he screams, but that's probably due to my own experiences with it." Daniel piped up, he had grown accustomed to Peter's rage fits and how they were harmless to him. "Now, I find it funny to watch him loose his mind over something like chess. I never knew someone raising their voice at me would be amusing."

Sixty turned to Willow once he was certain he'd no longer be need, excitedly motioning for her to follow him, so he could finally show her the room where they stored whatever Vincent made during his visits.

"Empathy is a wonderful gift." Willow said, eyeing Dan, "Perhaps I should have mentioned to be careful while handling Strasky."

It was hard to ignore the structure gel going off now that she knew what to be on the lookout for. She was glad all that information being dumped on him at once had not caused him to overload like it did with the brain scans.

Deviants were simply built different perhaps.

"In other words, we have commissioned a young genius who must be kept on a leash." Bishop mused.

"You keep yours in a jar." Rook pointed, getting a confused look from the android, "Do you even have to ask?"

"Not at all." He shot Bishop a skeptic look, before heading back to where Vincent was.

Bishop crossed his arms, "So, how much longer do we have to wait? There is work I have to get back to."

"You guys should write down what he says and put it in fortune cookies." Rook suggested, "It's so cryptic everybody would love them."

[crimsoncandy04]

Okay so little known fact about me, I'm a shifter and I frequently use both spiritual methods and substances to shift into other worlds, and like when I'm in the world of Genshin Impact I sometimes see the most messed up shit but I never tell anyone cause idk why, and today since my adventure was actually kinda sexy I feel like I should share some of the stuff I learned and experienced.

Especially because you know it involved my favorite man Scaramouche.

Okay so the tea was that basically contrary to popular belief in our world, Scaramouche is VERY much okay with being intimate with humans and it's actually hard to put into words why but it can basically be summed up as this, he secretly REALLY wants a family still. And in his mind, as long as he got someone pregnant (anyone it didn't matter who as long as he found them attractive enough), then he believed he could just make them immortal when he became a god and then have an undying partner and child (which he also never stated openly but it was obvious that he wanted this in particular because he was both curious as to what it would be like to be a husband and because he kinda felt like a woman would be easier to control and shut away from the world because she would have a kid to take care of anyway).

But there was one issue in this lesser known fixation of his, Scaramouche was actually frustrated because he believed he might actually be incapable of getting someone pregnant and was just shooting blanks basically.

My adventure kinda involved seeing what would happen if someone actually DID finally manage to be knocked up by him, and it basically went like this.

Scaramouche had a little bit of a reputation amongst the fatui maids to be someone known for having slept with and then thrown away a lot of different women over the years. And it was kind of an unspoken thing that if he suddenly started giving a girl a lot of things to do and kept trying to get her alone that he wanted to sleep with her.

No one among the staff would DARE say it out loud but it was kinda obvious that the harbinger wanted a baby out of someone because anyone who had been with him before always said that he'd do the same thing and would basically fuck a girl raw for hours almost every day and would also keep her close for about a month or two as he had doctors give her certain medicines and herbs and stuff to try and make her conceive.

If she was a failure after a few months then she was completely tossed out and sent back to the kitchens. And then within days Scaramouche would be stalking the staff again because it was easier to take a maid without anyone knowing than it was a soldier or nurse.

And if he likes someone he'd put on his superficial charm and start trying to lure them into his bed.

Also no one ever snitched because according to his past victims, Scaramouche was EXTREMELY generous in the sheets. However big into overstimulation and watching the faces of the girls he coupled with.

And a LOT of maids secretly tried to look more appealing with makeup and stuff when he was around because who wouldn't want to be spoiled by a hot rich guy who just wanted you to give him a kid in return for the best princess treatment in your life?

And oh my god did he almost seem to actually smile once as the story played out and I watched him get the news that one girl was finally a success.

And was there ever some hating ass bitches when the rumors of his successful impregnation started going around.

So basically this girl was treated like a freaking goddess.

Scaramouche literally paraded her around openly with the best clothes and jewelry and even her own damn mansion in some secret location. Literally she was his everything it seemed.

And it was crazy because he didn't love her as a person whatsoever. She could have been anyone because Scaramouche just wanted a family he could make permanent and didn't care what woman's coochie it came out of. Just so long as it was his and he could keep her controlled and hidden away safely with mora and nice things.

I saw more stuff but my mind is going blank as I recenter my spirit and sober up. I'm sure I could remember it later if I tried but basically yeah.

Scaramouche is very self serving and doesn't care about who he has to use to get what he wants or how. And he secretly still longed for someone to spend forever with him, so unbeknownst to most people, he was trying to get someone pregnant and then immortalize them and his offspring once he achieved divinity and became a god.

I just remembered part two of my shifting journey so let me update.

The story went on to what would happen to the girl after irminsul occurred and it goes as this.

Now feeling immense regret for how disrespectful and borderline cruel he was to some of his past partners, Wanderer actively tries in secret to seek out the mother of his child and learning where she was and what her perception of history had been altered to was heartbreaking.

According to her she was sold to the fatui by her family to work as a cook and pay off some debt, her life wasn't too bad until she was taken advantage of by what she remembered as just one of her male coworkers, after she was proven to be with child she ran away from the fatui and eventually just found herself in Fontaine. Then soon after that, Sumeru.

And that's where Wanderer finds her again. He knows the actual truth and eventually decides to come clean to this girl about what actually happened. She doesn't believe him but Wanderer is adamant about being the real father and vows to the girl to try and do the right thing by helping her with the kid.

At least.

She agrees but only because she needs the assistance and Wanderer knew how to be charming enough to earn her forgiveness.

After that he would finally get the family he envisioned but because he failed to achieve godhood, he knew he would lose them someday. And he personally believed he deserved to feel that loss so he would stay with the girl and actually try to get to know her as a person as a means of atonement and also to punish himself for treating this girl like an incubator at first.

[lanalosty0uu]

⋆.˚ PROLOGUE ᝰ.ᐟ

🕰️ BACK TO THE FUTURE 🕰️

no specific warnings on this chapter slight foreshadowing of another stranger things character!

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pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

"Oh, no need to help, dear! I can do it by myself."

The nice 50 year old-ish lady told you not to worry about her fish pond. You're a second year high school student who just got accepted in an exchange program, and now you’re finally here, in Hawkins, Indiana.

"Oh, don't worry, Mrs. Byers, I can handle it pretty well… My dad also has a fish pond on the back of our house.” You tried to reassure her that it’s totally fine for you to take care of it. Remembering that she can already be categorized as an old lady, it would be very cruel of you if you let her clean it by herself.

“You are truly an independent and hardworking young lady… Reminds me of myself back in the old days.” You can see her smile while looking to a blank space, probably reminiscing herself back when she was younger.

You chuckled at her compliment, slightly thanking her for saying something you don’t hear everyday, especially from your parents. Instead of saying anything further, you smiled at her before continue cleaning her fish pond.

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“Please, dear. Feel free to look around.”

Ever since you got here last week, you never had the courage to explore her gigantic house. Not because it has spirits living on it, of course not! (hope so) But, it’s more like you don’t wanna disturb her peace and you don’t wanna look like you’re being nosy about her personal stuff. Yet, from the first step you took on this house, you literally fell in love. The vintage architecture, big pillars on her yard, it seems impossible for an old lady to live her by herself.

Sure, her house only has two levels, but the interior of her house is just mesmerizing. The details and antique things in this place are remarkable. If only you don’t have to control yourself, you’d already touch every single one of her things.

The only thing that you did here was to go to school and spend time with her a lot. You went shopping together, clean the house, do regular house chores, watch cheesy rom-coms or comedy movies (which you surprisingly also love). The whole week basically already felt comfortable for you.

You always loved old people. You get to hear their stories, adventures, and all what happened in the past. It seems… Very interesting, so different with what you have now. And one of the things you love about Mrs. Byers, is that she talks about her youth days a lot in the 80s! You, as a person who is a big fan of the 80s always had an open jaw when listening to how beautiful life seemed to be in the 1980s, especially in the year 1985.

“These are some beautiful watch collections, Mrs. Byers!” You looked through a cardboard box full of old clocks and watches inside.

“Those were my parents’. I was planning to give those to the antique store since I don’t really use it. But you can look around there if you’d like, dear! If one catches your eye, please do take it before people put a price on it in the antique store.”

The feeling of knowing that you can look at these old watches and actually bring them home without needing to let out a single dollar made you feel euphoric. But, you still need to help her cleaning up this messy attic, not wanting her to get asthma from breathing the dusty air so much.

“Maybe I’ll do it later, Mrs. Byers. I gotta clean these up first.”

Mrs. Byers looked at you, giving you the ‘I swear this kid never rests’ look. Yet, she just smiled. And you know deep down she’s really happy to have someone to be her company and to help her around since her husband died a year ago.

⊹ ࣪ ˖🕰️୭˚. ᵎᵎ🗝️

“If you need me, I’ll be downstairs, okay dear?” Mrs. Byers excused herself to go back to her room, probably knitting since it’s what she’s been doing at home (as far as you know). She left you there in the attic, wandering through her watch collection.

As you were diving through it, you took pictures of every single watch, especially the ones that has unique details in it. But one caught your eye… A golden pocket watch. It has golden chains, chained to the top of the watch. Tiny details surrounding the face of the watch. Since it looks pretty old, it was also covered in dust and rust, including the roman numbers that tell the time inside.

You made the watch dangle around your arms, admiring it’s old, yet timeless beauty. You started turning the clock around, seeing if it still works or not. Sadly, it’s broken. You immediately thought of the 80s just by looking at it, imagining how Mrs. Byers would always wield it and brought it everywhere she goes, even though you know this watch must’ve came from an older time… Most likely to be from the 30s or the 40.

Since you liked that pocket watch so much, you put the chains around your arms, keeping it there as you put back the rest of the watches gently inside the cardboard, not wanting to be irresponsible after Mrs. Byers let you mess around with all of it.

note: hey, i'll be publishing the first chapter like around... later! but i'll be posting it today as well (i'll try hihi ^^), lmk what r ur thoughts about the prologue so far, and if there's any of u that wants to be in the taglist, feel free to ask! hope you like this one <3

@xprloki @pupwrites @gorlillaglue25 @lovestrucklyuniverse since y'all seemed pretty excited abt this, i've decided to tag y'all in this and all future chapters, really hope y'all like it and continue reading <3

[im-so-normal-iswear]

hii, can I request a yandere shadow who grows to be obsessed with y/n?

A/n: meant to post this sooner

Yandere!Shadow x reader

It started subtly, almost innocently. Shadow wasn’t the kind to dwell on others. He preferred solitude. Yet, you weren’t like everyone else. You didn’t except him to change, or provoke him, unlike certain hedgehogs, you actually respected him.

One day he was injured, badly he ended uo infrint of you. He was about to leave before you insisted on helping him, despite him trying to decline.

"Its okay to ask for help every once in a while you know." You said while wrappibg bandage over his injury.

He had scoffed at the time, muttering something about being fine on his own. But the warmth of your hand on his arm lingered long after you let go.

Shadow’s curiosity about you grew steadily. He didn’t understand why, but he found himself watching you from afar. The way you carried yourself, the way you interacted with others, it fascinated him. You had a spark, a light that he couldn’t look away from.

At first, he told himself it was harmless. After all, he was just... observing. It wasn’t as if you’d notice him lurking in the shadows, his eyes tracking your every movement.

But then, he started seeking you out intentionally. If he knew you were going to be somewhere, he made sure to be there too. If you were talking to someone, he’d position himself close enough to overhear. He didn’t need to interact, just being near you was enough.

For now.

It didn’t take long for Shadow’s feelings to evolve. The idea of you being with anyone else, laughing with them, trusting them the way you trusted him, filled him with a rage he didn’t fully understand. You were kind to everyone, but the thought of your kindness being shared made his chest tighten uncomfortably.

He started interfering in subtle ways. If someone asked you out, they’d mysteriously back out at the last moment, their enthusiasm gone. If you planned to meet friends, sudden circumstances would force them to cancel. He wanted you all to himself, and he was willing to ensure it happened.

The first time you noticed something was off, you brushed it aside. It was completely reasonable none of your friends could pick you up, forcing you to walk, and run into Shadow on your way home.

"You shouldn't walk alone at night, ill walk you home"

And while you appreciated his concern, you couldn’t shake the feeling that his presence wasn’t entirely accidental.

As the weeks went by, more "coincidences" occurred. You started seeing Shadow everywhere. If you mentioned needing help with something, he’d show up before you even had a chance to ask. If you stayed out late, he’d somehow be waiting for you when you got home.

Shadow’s obsession with you consumed him. His thoughts were dominated by you, your voice, your smile, the way you made him feel. He didn’t recognize himself anymore.

The once controlled, shut off, independent, supposed "ultimate life form" had been replaced by someone who couldn’t function without you.

He started collecting things, small things of you. A scarf you left behind, a note you scribbled, even a strand of your hair caught in your comb. He kept them hidden, locked away in a box that he’d never let anyone else see.

But it wasn’t enough. He needed more.

The day Shadow’s control slipped was the day you tried to pull away. You’d started to notice more and more how he changed, and he Slowly became too much. When you told him you needed space, his reaction was immediate and terrifying.

"Space?" he repeated. "Why would you need space from me? I’ve done everything for you."

You tried to explain, but he wouldn’t listen. He onlystepped closer.

"You don’t understand," he said, his voice shaking with emotion. "You belong with me. No one else can protect you like I can. No one else deserves you."

When you tried to step back, his hand shot out, gripping your wrist with a force that made you wince.

"You don’t get to leave me, Not after everything"

[kitab00m101]

Holy- HOW IS THIS SO TRAUMATIZING (OP I LOVE YOU FOR THIS)

Adding onto some of them with headcanons of my own (TW selfharm-death-mental illness-blood❗️)-

Scott's skin bubbling and shifting constantly since he hasn't learned to control it yet. Grabbing at his own neck, almost strangling himself as he tries to press the gills shut. He can't think clearly, because he's never getting enough oxygen, even if he ever were to see water, he's damaged his gills so severely that he'll never properly breathe again, like so many people take for granted.

Not many people know this, but Jimmy is covered in bruises. When invisible, he trips over himself, bumps into things, as well as other people bumping into him. He's got a handful of bruises here and there because of that, but that's not why every inch of his arms and legs are black and blue. The panic he felt the first time he turned never really went away. Sometimes he'll wake up invisible, and for moments will forget about his ability. Sometimes, when he's in a really bad state, he'll hurt himself. He'll grab his arms tightly for hours on end, just reassure that they are actually there. His friends just assume that the bad people are rougher with Jimmy because he's usually more "rambunctious".

Imagine Martyn being put in isolation, with sound proof barriers when he gets his ability because the facility doesn't want him hearing things he shouldn't. He goes mad in. There are chips in his ears from him clawing at them. He's missing tufts of his hair. He used to scream so much when he first got his power, to the point where now his voice is permanently broken and wheezy. He used to hope that if he was loud enough, desperate enough, his cries could overpower All. That. Noise.

Imagine Ren subconsciously shifting to have certain features from Martyn, creeping out all their other friends, but they never tell him that. They know that he's been broken ever since they took Martyn away from him. As the months go on, Ren starts to forget his own features- but it doesn't matter. All he has to do is remember Martyn. His hair, his eyes, his smile. Ren doesn't have a smile of his own anymore, because the last time he smiled was at Martyn. He smiled back.

Scar finding out his power, and jokingly shadow boxing, saying how he's gonna take down any guard who messes with him or his friends- Then someone comes up behind him, and mid-punch he turns around, his fist making contact with Mumbo's shoulder. Scar freezes, but it's too late. Mumbo flies meters away, thrown to the ground. His arm is barely even connected to his body, there's blood pouring out of his mouth. Scar rushes to his friend's side, and goes pale at the sight of the man's flattened ribcage.

Later on, Cleo shoving the mindless corpses of Skizz and Mumbo around, acting like she could bully them into being normal again. Through the hallways, you can sometimes hear her crying- "Look at me- look at me Skizz!" "NO, No, no, no- Mumbo, I can fix you- I promise, just please lift up your head" "you're gonna be okay- you can still be with us, you don't have to go..."

The first time BigB summons a creaking, he's being escorted by a guard through a hall. He hears the footsteps coming up to them, and meets the creature’s eyes. The guard opens fire, only causing bullets to ricochet off its bark, while BigB stands there, never pulling his eyes from the creaking monster. He blinks for a millisecond, turning to run, and that's when he heard the guard's final breath. BigB watched as the branch through the man's chest lowered him to the ground. The creaking just kept looking at BigB, and it took him ages too long to realize that it would hurt everyone around but him.

Imagine Gem looking over her shoulder, and seeing Mumbo and Skizz for the first time in... too long. Shutting her eyes and contuining to walk. Calling herself crazy as tears start to form, until she feels a hand on her shoulder. She looks back and sees her own body, crumbled to the ground. When she uses her powers, her eyes seem to disappear, almost like Grian's black, void like eyes. She spends hours of her day crying into Skizz's arms while Mumbo tries his very hardest to give her words of comfort.

Tango's heart is always beating too fast, to the point where it'll start to hurt. The running helps relieve the pain, but it doesn't go away. When trapped in his cell, the camera's frame rate can't keep up with him. The screens in the security camera room just show four orange figures that change every could seconds, all of them with expressions of rage or desperation.

Lizzie attempting to make her escape, but as she runs down the halls, the screams of panicked from her friends disorient her. The guards eventually find her banging on the steel door of Joel's cell, screaming that she's sorry.

Imagine seeing Pearl with raw finger tips, sometimes with her entire palm covered in her own blood, and having no clue as to why until you walk into her cell, and see the claw marks in the concrete ceiling. Engravings from every time she'd had a breakdown and tried so hard to get to the open sky.

Etho always keeping his hands behind his back or in his pockets so the very thought of using his ability never crosses his mind.

Imagine Grian trying out each of his friends powers, and having to go through each and every single one of these torturous moments.

I JUST HAD A REALLY COOL IDEA FOR AN AU BASED ON THE NEW WILD LIFE EPISODE. HEAVY(?) ANGST UP AHEAD AND ALSO SPOILERS TO SESSION 7 SO BE WARNED!

LIFE SERIES MEMBERS BUT THEY GOT THEIR POWERS FROM LAB EXPERIMENTATION!!!!!

Okay I'm switching to lowercase so I'm not just screaming at you guys haha

[EDIT] Guess who’s fully elaborating on this AU with Subject files and a fic? :3

Project X Master Post

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Imagine Martyn curled up in the corner of his cell, covering his ears bc he doesn't know how to block things out and everything is so loud.

Imagine Scott transforming from an aquatic creature back to his regular form, but he still has gills, and he panics when he can't breathe.

Imagine Jimmy turning in invisible for the first time and not knowing how to turn back, and he thinks he's stuck that way forever.

Imagine Ren transforming the first few times, but there's always something off about him. He looks eerie, like something from uncanny valley.

Imagine Scar not knowing his own strength and jokingly punching Mumbo, only to send him flying into the wall and causing his death.

Imagine Cleo trying so hard to get Mumbo and Skizz to act the way that they used to when she summons them, but it's never truly them. Something is always wrong.

Imagine BigB being terrified when he summons the creaking for the first time, not realizing they're on his side and thinking they'll attack him.

Imagine Gem astral projecting as an escapism, talking to Mumbo and Skizz and "leaving" the facility, but she can't truly leave.

Imagine Impulse and Tango nearly getting to escape with their powers, their friends cheering them on from inside their cells, and just when they're in the clear, Impulse gets tranquilized and falls unconscious. Tango can't bare to leave his buddy behind. They both get collars that block their abilities and heavy monitoring after that stunt.

Lizzie feels bad about her power. She's tried to escape as well, but when she realized the blindness affected her friends, it freaked her out so much that security was able to catch up to her and take her back to her cell.

Imagine Bdubs sleeping diligently through every night and dealing with nightmares of the hell they've all been put through so his friends don't.

Imagine Pearl wishing she could fly out in the open air, desperate for that kind of freedom that she knows she will never have.

Imagine Etho trying to bring down his mace to pretend to hit Bdubs, and when he move to the side to dodge, it actually puts him in the way of Etho's strike. The absolute terror that fills Etho is so bad that he never jokes like that again, even if it barely hurt him.

Imagine Joel looking around and analyzing the rooms, thinking of how he could scale the walls with his ability to escape through an air vent, but he can never bring himself to do it because he refuses to leave Lizzie.

Imagine Grian being physically and emotionally strained trying to learn everyone's powers and how to properly use them, wishing he just had one of his own instead.

Imagine Skizz and Mumbo both dying (Skizz due to the intense tests and Mumbo due to the effects the testing had on Scar) before they had a chance to gain powers of their own. Don't imagine those powers being just what the group needs to escape.

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I think I might write each of these as a one shot. That would certainly be a LOT of fun :) lmk what you guys think please!

[mixolya]

ᓚᘏᗢ — beneath the stars, we became one: chapter 016.

the kiss lingered. not on your lips, but in your mind.

it played over and over, the memory of rin's hands cupping your face, the softness of his lips, and the intensity of his gaze. the way he'd kissed you wasn't impulsive, it was careful. so so careful, like he'd been holding back and finally let himself go. for someone like rin, who kept his emotions locked away, it felt like a moment of quiet vulnerability. and that terrified you.

the first night after the kiss, you couldn’t sleep. you lay awake in your bed, staring at the ceiling, the city lights casting faint patterns on the walls. the kiss replayed, but it was no longer just a sweet memory. it was tangled in a mess of doubt, fear, and questions.

what does this mean now?

rin wasn’t the type to kiss someone casually. you knew that. and yet, the weight of what it implied felt suffocating. you weren’t sure you were ready to face it.

because you'd been here before.

not with rin, but with kyo.

kyo. your first love.

the thought of him made your chest tighten, the ache of old wounds resurfacing. kyo had been your first heartbreak, the kind that left marks you couldn’t see but always felt. you thought back to how you’d loved him, how you’d given him every piece of yourself, only to watch him carelessly break it again and again.

the charm, the laughter, the sweet words - kyo  had been everything you thought you wanted. until he wasn’t. until the promises turned empty, the texts unanswered, and the apologies hollow. and even then, you’d forgiven him. not once, not twice, but so many times you’d lost count.

you forgave him because you were attached. because you thought that was what love was supposed to feel like - painful, messy, and one-sided.

you curled into yourself, hugging your knees to your chest as the memories washed over you. the fear of being hurt again, of being vulnerable, felt paralyzing.

kyo had taught you how to hold on, even when you should’ve let go. rin, on the other hand…

rin wasn't kyo. he wasn’t careless or manipulative. rin didn’t make promises he couldn’t keep, and he never made you feel small. he didn’t chase after your attention with flashy words or grand gestures; he was honest, steady, and… real.

and that scared you more than anything.

because with kyo, you’d expected the heartbreak. you'd almost braced yourself for it every time you forgave him. but rin? rin made you want to trust again. to hope again. and if things didn’t work out, you weren’t sure you could survive that kind of pain a second time.

you sat up, rubbing your temples as you tried to make sense of your thoughts. the room felt too small, too confining, and your mind raced. the logical part of you knew rin didn’t deserve to be compared to kyo, but the emotional part of you, scarred and cautious, couldn't help it.

maybe if you pulled away now, it wouldn’t hurt as much later.

the thought hit you like a punch to the gut, but it made sense. if you distanced yourself from rin, you wouldn’t have to risk falling for him completely. you wouldn’t have to risk him breaking you.

but as much as you tried to convince yourself, a small voice in the back of your mind whispered the truth:

you already were falling for him.

the thought settled in your chest, heavy and unyielding. you were already falling for Rin, and it scared you. because falling meant losing control. and control was the one thing you had promised yourself you’d never give up again.

you sighed and pushed yourself off the bed, pacing the small space of your room. pullinh away seemed like the safest option, but the idea of actually doing it made your stomach churn. rin wasn’t someone who would let things slide without noticing. if you started creating distance, he would call you out on it. and what would you say?

“sorry, rin, i'm scared of you breaking my heart”?

how pathetic.

you shook your head, frustrated. you hated this. you hated the overthinking, the fear, the way you couldn’t just enjoy the moment. you wanted to be brave, to take a leap and see where things would go. but every time you tried to convince yourself, memories of kyo's lies and your own heartbreak came rushing back.

what if rin got tired of you?

what if you weren’t enough for him?

what if this ended the same way as before?

you stopped pacing and leaned against your desk, staring out the window. the city lights twinkled, indifferent to your turmoil. for a moment, you let yourself imagine a different version of yourself - one who didn’t overthink, who didn’t hold onto the past, who could give rin the trust he deserved.

but that version of you felt impossibly far away.

your phone buzzed on the desk, breaking the silence. you picked it up and saw a message from rin.

my beloved 😈😈😈: got home safe?

three simple words, yet they made your chest tighten. 

your fingers hovered over the keyboard. for a moment, you considered not replying, letting the distance start now. but then you thought about the look in his eyes when he kissed you, the way his hand lingered on your face like he was afraid you’d disappear.

you couldn’t do it. not yet.

you: yeah, just tired. and you?

the reply came almost instantly.

my beloved 😈😈😈: same.

you stared at the screen, at the single word that somehow felt like more. you could almost picture him, sitting in his room, his expression as unreadable as always but his thoughts possibly just as restless as yours.

closing your eyes, you let out a slow breath. you weren’t sure what you were going to do, how you were going to handle this, but one thing was certain: you couldn’t avoid rin forever.

for now, you’d let yourself be in this moment. just for a little longer.

chapter 015 > here > chapter 017

back to beneath the stars, we became one !

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a/n: I'm crashing out

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[tinylilacbun]

Little!rafe hcs or mini fic pwease??

l i t t l e ! r a f e h e a d c a n n o n s ‧₊˚ ⁞

Is an Involuntarily regressor and sometimes can't stand slipping into that mindset whenever his brain thinks he needs a break, not liking to feel so vulnerable, but he feels more at ease when you are with him.

He calls or (tries to) text you when it happens, not wanting to be alone and needing your assurance that it's okay, that he doesn't need to feel embarrassed for something he can't really control.

Rafe: s happenin again can u come over?

Rafe: please

You: omw <3

He has a brown teddy bear that you bought him, avoiding looking at it or touching it, not understanding how someone can be attached to something simple as a stuffed toy. He reluctantly names him 'Teddy' after you suggest to him that maybe if he does he would grow accustomize to it. Which he actually did after a while when you catched him cuddling it after you woke up in the middle of the night.

He's not much of a talker, only when you ask him something, even then it would mostly be a short mumbled response.

Follows you everywhere and watches when you make him a snack or do other stuff, always peeking over your shoulder with curiosity.

Is one of those 'where you going?' 'what you doing?' 'gonna be back soon?' regressors, always needing to know what you're about to do and how long it takes.

He goes all quiet and a little flustered when you praise him and call him pet names like 'good boy' 'pretty boy' or 'honey'

He's a sucker for head scratches, sprawling himself on top of you and grabbing your hand to place it on top of his hand in a silent request for his daily dosage of scratches.

He loves watching movies with you, just you both snuggled up on the bed with him using your chest as a pillow while you rake your manicured fingers slowly up and down his back, one of his favorite childhood movies playing on the tv.

There is that one hoodie that he only wears when he regresses, the fabric so soft and just the way he likes (as he gets triggered when the texture isn't to his liking), the color a light orange, it even smells like you because you wear it every once in a while so it has your scent lingering on it.

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[anukkuna]

Day 13: Cleverest detail

I'm not sure whether this counts as a 'clever' detail or just as 'interesting symbolism' or whatever... also, I'm just speculating here, so maybe, nothing of what I'm about to say was ever intended by the director and welp...- anyway, here's my two thoughts:

The scene in which Adam has to undergo the strip search for prison and its related scenes:

The scene is presented in snippets. We cut between the office scene with Leo and Pia and, later, a longer flashback scene with Roland. It’s in this flashback that the stick and Roland’s method of suicide - intended to frame Adam as the murderer - are revealed.

In the office, we see Leo and Pia piecing together the bank robberies committed by Boris Barns and Roland Schürk (because Adam handed Leo the photo and related evidence at the lake). They come to realize that what happened back then is still very much connected to Adam’s current situation.

Meanwhile, Adam is being subjected to a thorough examination by the prison physician. (The only way it could be more literal is if they actually x-rayed him!)

We also see him lie effortlessly - for example, when asked whether he smokes. (And, of course, this is where we get his iconic line: "Alles klar. Mir scheißegal.") As a viewer, this was another moment in which thought: 'Wow, he’s really good at this. At lying... huh.'

What I really want to focus on here, though, is the theme of being caged in this scene. First of all, the way it’s shot: from outside the windows with these metal grids inside. We’re watching Adam, visibly uncomfortable, undress in a cage created by:

1. His own colleagues, whom we just saw in the previous scenes (with Leo, his partner, being the one who had to put the handcuffs on him); and -

2. His manipulative and abusive father, as shown in the following scene.

This is also the scene where Adam’s large snake tattoo is revealed, likely altering the viewer’s perspective on the title Das Herz der Schlange. (At least, that’s what happened for me.) You might think: Ohhh... the heart the snake is protecting is Adam’s heart! So, in a way, the episode could literally be called Adams Herz (Though, to be fair, one could have drawn this conclusion earlier, when Roland paralleled himself with the frog and Adam with the snake in the terrarium.)

And then there’s the way Adam briefly looks almost(!) directly at the camera - like a trapped, caged animal that would much rather fight or flee but isn’t allowed to.

There is, of course, a deeper and more sinister layer of symbolism to this.

Within the fandom, there has already been discussion about the association of snakes with negative traits - particularly due to their role in biblical contexts.

One major theme, I believe, is the idea that evil is inherent in the snake’s nature, tied to its association with temptation and sin.

This is another clever detail I’d like to highlight (if it was intended that way! Also, apologies if someone else has already written about this and I’m unaware.) So…

In the flashback, we cut to Roland, Adam’s father. In German (and, I believe, in English as well), there’s a saying:

"Der Apfel fällt nicht weit vom Stamm" - "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

So, is Adam tempted to discover how far he has fallen - from the metaphorical, biblical tree (and the real one we see later)?

How much of his family’s criminal tendencies and energy has Adam inherited? Are deception and lying things that come naturally to him? Is there, deep within the heart of the snake, some lingering trace of evil? Even if Adam were never intentionally criminal, are there still aspects of his 'nature' he can’t control (and which would that be)?

Esther seems to suspect as much. She believes Adam tried to kill his father before. Even after learning that it was Leo (and Adam) acting in self-defense, she continues to distrust Adam in Ep. 4. On the rooftop, she openly says to him, “I don’t trust you.”

Snakes are often associated with being cunning, deceitful, and unpredictable - silent predators that suddenly strike. Are we, as viewers, meant to draw these parallels to Adam? Or is this meant to make us question these stereotypes?

Later, when Roland utters his last words, I was wondering the same thing... wondering if this is what they're getting at.

"Adam... meine Krone."

- Roland Schürk, Das Herz der Schlange

I feel this refers both to the crown of a tree and the crown of a king, (which is traditionally passed down to his heir, of course). (It’s worth noting that the crown, as a symbol, has been scratched into the bark of the tree where the money is buried. R+A - Roland and Adam. A place where they likely went before... maybe when Adam was much younger?)

But make no mistake. Telling Adam where the money is in his final moment is not meant as a kind gesture at all.

Roland correctly suspects that once Adam knows where the money is - whether or not Adam really finds or takes it - other gangsters will come after him. Adam is even tortured by Boris in prison over it. This becomes Roland’s final attempt to torment Adam, presenting him with criminals, who will come after him, as well as a difficult moral choice: Should Adam return the money, which he could use as compensation? (After all, the bank likely didn’t go bankrupt from the robbery, so it might even be morally justifiable for him to keep it.) Or should he keep the money - and risk both his job and his relationship with Leo in the process?

Adam is caged, in more than one way. How will he escape?

[mirramirra05]

The beast of passion

Trapped on a island since the fall of the others, her once pure love has become that of obsession and perversion. The sounds of a trumpet will blind you're mind making you love her for all of eternity

and if you don't?

Well her snakes are quite hungry! And all 6 of you will make the perfect little snacks for them....

The hero of fate

A child of beast and cookie, in the shadow of her mother she tries her best to right the wrongs she's grown up with. Her loom,her hands, and the red twine that brings cookies together work to fix and reveal that of true love. she promises to bring real love back to the kingdom and not the sounds of obsession that invades the ears of others and coils around them like a poisonous snake.

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Hello!!!

Id like to welcome at-least two of my cookie run kingdom OC's

My beast cookie- whipped butter cookie/calypso cookie

My ancient hero cookie- mixed chocolate cream cookie

The idea of whipped is based off of Calypso and Scylla from epic the musical/homers Odyssey with the idea of that instead of being trapped in the silver tree with the other beast she was placed/trapped by the witches to stay on a island never to be rescued or found purposely by others.

Every cookie that ends up on her island are shipwreck survivors or people lost at sea, very rarely if not at all does anyone make it off the island cause of the witches spell and whips magic too. Her trumpet is basically mind control and a love spell in one causing anyone to hear it to fall madly in love with the one who plays it. She plays her trumpet constantly to keep the spell from fading and in her twisted mind her losing her loved ones.

The Scylla position of her is her physical looks, she has six snakes that are connected to her each one is alive but their minds are like a hive mind, connected and act out the main brains commands. All though each snake is poisonous with different levels of poison. The lower 3 the ones closer to her body are more so used to threaten or put someone their place there poison is weaker, the top 3 the ones close to her sould jam/gem are the ones that kill the ones she considers "heartbreaker's".

With mixed chocolate she is actually more of a self insert then OC cause she's based off of me by my race cause I am mixed ( white American and black/mixed Jamaican) so she is a mixed white and dark chocolate frosting cookie. The only thing I changed was she is also based of of Penelope and circe from epic/the Odyssey.

Penelope from her weaving and her desire/ her waiting for real love not the obsession she has seen her whole life.

While circe due to her magic abilities with the red string and her deep care and protectiveness of the cookies she loves and care for. ( The cake hound she has used to be a cookie she considers her best friend, she turned them into a hound so that way her mother could never use her trumpet on them)

Both these characters are blood related as mixed is whipped full blood daughter. Mixed is immune to her mother spell due to being her daughter, the only reason why she doesn't stop her mother is because she does feel real love for her mom.

A cookie( either a milk or mixed chocolate based cookie) from dark cacaos kingdom had gotten lost at sea due to him traveling for a business position in a neighboring kingdom. Sadly like many cookies that end up on whipped island she keeps him there and even forces him to marry her, eventually bringing mixed into the world. Mixed father is still alive but he's kept trapped in the main palace of the island, constantly under whips spell to the point where he's a obsessive lovesick shell of the cookie he used to be.

Both of her parents don't truly love her , since her dad is always under a spell, and her mother is well a love obsessed beast. The only reason she knows that what she grew up with isn't real love is from visions given to her from a ✨higher power ✨ that show her what love is and she tries to learn from the people who end up on their island before they hear her mothers spell.

Anyways this is what I have so far for the two of them! I bring out more as I go!!!

[desperate-daydream]

can I request Seth Clearwater x male werewolf reader

plot werewolf are apex predators to the cold ones and are very dangerous so Sam,Billy,Old Quil and Sue forbid Seth from seeing the werewolf he imprinted on but Seth sneaks out to see his imprint Sam,Billy,Old Quil,Sue and the pack soon realize Seth is with his imprint and goes to find him only to see Seth being smothered with love and affection I'm talking hugs cuddles and lots lots lots!!! of kisses everyone see the most dangerous killer is biggest softie for seth

🍎 Twilight

❀ Seth Clearwater x male (werewolf) reader ⚣︎

A/N: Thank you so much for the request. I really loved to write this and sprinkled some own (partly media inspired) ideas about werewolves in it. XD I hope you'll like it.

tags/warnings: reader is a werewolf, Seth imprinted on him, disapproval from pack and council (but don't worry I usually want a happy end)

It's our duty to protect you

“Billy! Sue!”, Sam shouted with the rest of the pack following closely while keeping a complaining Seth in the middle, “We need to get Old Quil too.” The adults were shortly confused but decided to first comply and then figure out what was the great problem this time. Sam seemed really concerned and that meant something. When everyone was gathered the pack hadn’t got out of what seemed like a formation. 

“Seth imprinted”, Sam started right away. Sue was about to congratulate her son who was still in the middle of the circle but then Sam spoke up again: “Wait. Listen first, please.” 

“This is not fair”, the adults heard Seth saying once again. 

“He imprinted on a werewolf”, Sam continued and the rest tensed up immediately, “And even kept it from us for what I can only assume are months.” 

Sue looked at what she could spot from Seth, she couldn’t believe what she just heard. Her innocent and sweet youngest was supposed to be the soulmate of an apex predator - a creature that even the cold ones had feared so much that they tried to completely get rid of them. 

“Who is this werewolf?”, Old Quil wanted to know. “He didn’t want to tell us more”, Sam explained and turned to the pack. With a nod he signalled them to open the circle and let Seth out with Leah at his side. He didn’t want to have to hold back people of his own pack but Seth had already tried to run away several times after telling them. 

“Seth, please tell us, who are they?”, Sue put a hand on his cheek. But her son shook his head “No”. 

“Seth, werewolves are dangerous”, Billy tried then, “They’re not like us. They don’t have control over themselves. They are predators, they kill anyone in their way.”

“We don’t want you to get hurt”, Sue added. It did not help with making Seth comply but he said something at least. 

“So you’re just gonna hurt him first?!”

“Him?”, someone from the pack asked but that was not of importance for the adults at the moment. 

“It’s our duty to protect you”, Old Quil countered, “You can not see him again. I’m sorry, Seth. But it’s for your safety.” 

“No, please”, Seth’s eyes widened and his voice cracked when they filled with tears, “Please, you can’t. I- Please, he’s not dangerous. He would never hurt me.” 

Sue gave her son another look of apology. “Leah, please get your brother to his room.” 

“Make sure he doesn’t get out”, Sam added. 

After sending the rest off, with still a lot of complaints from Seth, the adults sat around the table. They had to figure out how to get around the bond of imprinting because as much as they hoped that Seth had not actually imprinted Sam had to tell them otherwise. Once Seth first told them about it, the pack had felt the connection through the telepathy link for a moment. Their kindest member had imprinted on probably the most dangerous creature known to them. 

While everyone either discussed his future or patrolled around his house, Seth sat on his bed. He held back the tears. He was pissed. So damn furious and frustrated. How could they just decide for him?! They didn’t even know what they were talking about! They didn’t know you. They didn’t know how strong your bond was. They only knew some vague legends and hearsaying. They were caught up in the fear of something and someone they didn’t actually know. 

But he was also sad. Yeah, almost disappointed. He wasn’t allowed to see you again. It hurt. So much. He had imprinted on you. And that wasn’t fresh; you had already spent a few months together. He.. loved you. And he missed you. Seth felt like he should’ve never told the pack about you. He regretted it. 

Then he came to the realization that he couldn’t stay in his room and just comply with the others. No. He decided to sneak out. 

Thanks to a bit more heightened senses he could make out where everyone was. If he climbed out of his window and ran straight towards the forest he might have a chance. 

And so he did. Seth tried to be as quiet as he could while opening the window and getting outside. He shortly checked his surroundings again and then he ran. First as a human to give himself advantage since their telepathy usually only worked in their wolf form. But then he shifted to be faster. The pack didn’t seem to have noticed yet and Seth used the very loose formation of the patrol to get by. 

It wasn’t the first time that he snuck out of his window and through the forest to get to you. That was why he found his way easily to your small cabin. It was in a neutral territory and rather hidden which was probably why no one else had found it by now - at least you and he hoped that nobody had. 

Seth turned back into his human form and knocked on the door. When you opened he was more than relieved. 

“Hey”, you greeted Seth a little clueless and made space for him to come in. Then you saw the distress on his usually soft face. “Are you okay?”, you asked after closing the door and put a hand on his cheek. He leaned into the touch and sighed deeply. 

“I told them”, Seth whispered. It still hurt how everyone had reacted and he just wanted to stop thinking which was why he fell into your offered hug. 

“Didn’t go well?”, you asked carefully while circling your scarred arms around him. You didn't have that much of a height difference but in comparison to Seth who grew more muscular every week you were as thin as a toothpick. The shifting was painful and you sometimes getting hurt on top of that - mostly because you often locked yourself in to not accidentally hurt anybody else - took so much energy off you that your body reflected it. 

You felt Seth shake his head on your shoulder and sighed too. You had warned him from the beginning. You had told him what you turned into and that it was dangerous to be around you when you were turned. You had also said that others probably wouldn’t react well to hearing about you and your condition. 

But Seth had decided to stay. He had decided to get to know you and before you realized it you fell deeply for him. His sunny and loveable behaviour, his kindness and care, his bright smile and his soft touch. 

Yeah, you’ve expressed several times that you weren’t sure if you deserved him but when he had expressed how sure he was about you you fell even more. 

“Wanna go in the garden?” Seth looked up again and smiled while nodding. Then he leaned forward and stole a little kiss from your bruised lips. You lightly chased after him for a longer kiss but he already turned around and dragged you behind him through your back door. 

You cuddled closely together on the lounger you had standing there. While your hand went soothingly through Seth’s hair you occasionally placed kisses over his cute face. He traced the dark circles beneath your eyes and when he looked at you with a little worry about it you just reassuringly kissed his hand with a smile. You were fine. More than fine now that Seth was next to you and kissed you and caressed your scars. God, you were so gone for him you would do anything he wanted. 

When you attacked him again with kisses all over his face he laughed out loud. But that moment didn’t stay for long. Suddenly you heard a voice calling out Seth’s name and then there were several people standing at the border of your garden. 

Seth braced himself for what was gonna come next. They were gonna tell him off, scold him for sneaking out to see you. But to his surprise none of that happened. He saw the council and many pack members just standing there. Some had the looks of disbelief on their faces while looking between him and you who was still holding him tightly and halfway hiding your face in his neck. 

Yeah, they didn’t expect that and Seth was a bit smug. He had told them that you wouldn’t hurt him but they just didn’t want to listen. They were officially proven wrong now because it was more than clear that you were a complete softie for him. 

In the end most of the pack even got to know you better and witnessed how much effort you put in protecting Seth as well as controlling your werewolfism. And even though she would not admit it out loud for some time, Leah recognized why you had been destined as Seth’s imprint. It seemed almost like a puzzle in Seth’s soul had been completed by being with you - a dangerous creature that was wrapped around his finger. 

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New Life Experiences

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve rewritten this, but it’s finally done! Tucker’s realizing his humans aren’t so bad.

First: A Not So Average Night

Previous: Revelations

Next: Coming Soon!

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Tucker kept his knees curled up to his chest, trying not to touch Shawn's hand as much as possible. Unfortunately, the sudden breaking and turns of the car threatened to knock him over, forcing him to brace his hands on the palm underneath him. The engine of the car roared loudly in his small ears, making the ride even more unbearable. He swallowed thickly as a finger twitched behind him. At any moment the ginormous fingers could snap close and trap him forever. Tucker was at Shawn's complete mercy.

He tried to distract himself from that fact by glancing around the car. The only other time he's been in one was when he was stuck in the bag of chips earlier that morning, which honestly felt like forever ago at this point. The interior was completely black and clean and had a pleasant smell. There were a lot of different buttons and knobs that Tucker had no hope in understanding how they worked. Gus was at his right, his hands tight on the giant wheel and his eyes fixed on the road. Tucker figured the wheel controlled the whole machine, but he just couldn't comprehend how.

He curiously glanced up at the large window to his left. Since he was sat in Shawn's hands, who was resting said hands on his lap, Tucker could only see the yellow sky of the rising sun and the tops of trees and buildings. This was still far more than he was used to seeing in the walls, and he couldn't help but perk up a little at the new sights.

Suddenly, the hand he was on began to move. Tucker let out a quiet yelp when he was pitched to the side from the movement. All he could do was watch as the hand brought him closer to the window until he had a clear view outside. His wide eyes shot up to Shawn who had an innocent smile on his face.

"That spot gives you a better view." He stated knowingly.

Tucker only nodded before quickly turning back towards the window. He hated how the human was able to read him so easily. At this point, it didn't matter if Shawn was a fraud or not since he seemed to be able to read minds either way. Although Tucker couldn't stay mad once he laid eyes on all the different sights in the human world. He pressed his small hands on the glass as they passed an endless body of water.

"Shawn don't put him so high up. Someone can easily spot him out on the street." Gus chastised.

Shawn rolled his eyes. "Relax Gus, I know what I'm doing." He replied playfully, although Tucker did feel the hand drop just a little bit.

The two humans continued to talk above him, but Tucker didn't listen to their rumbling conversation. It wasn't like he was going to join in any time soon. He watched as the car turned and started driving around a building. He didn't think much of it until the hand quickly lowered below the window and back to Shawn's lap.

Tucker grumbled as he righted himself on the palm and straightened out his poncho. He was quickly learning that human hands were not a stable spot for sitting, especially when the human never bothered to warn him.

"What would you like to eat for breakfast, Tucker?" Gus asked, throwing Tucker from his bitter thoughts.

Tucker blinked, "huh?"

The drive through line started to move, forcing the car closer to the intercom. "We're picking up something to eat. What would you like?" He repeated quickly. When Tucker still only gave him a bewildered look, he continued, "there's bagels, pancakes, hash browns," Gus began to list.

It took an embarrassingly long time for Tucker to realize they were actually offering him food. Real, fresh, hot food humans get to enjoy unlike the stale flavors he's accustomed to. The more foods Gus listed, the more overwhelmed he became. Tucker never had the luxury of picking and choosing what to eat, he simply took whatever he could scavenge to survive. Even then, he often came up short and had to ration the same crumb for days so he could have something in his stomach.

His mind whirled as he tried to come up with an answer. Tucker honestly didn't know what those foods even were. Suddenly, something large grazed his back and he immediately flinched forward. Tucker glared at the offending finger that touched him, then glanced up at Shawn.

"Clock's ticking," Shawn said as the car continued to move up the line.

"I-I'm fine! I had a chip already." Tucker blurted out. He internally screamed at himself for missing his only chance to eat something good. Everything was just happening too fast for him to keep up, and it was still only morning. At this rate, Tucker knew he was in for a long, long day.

As Gus neared the intercom, he exchanged an unsure look with Shawn before rolling down the window. Tucker jumped when a new human voice crackled over the speaker. He instinctively curled in on himself more to appear smaller and harder to see.

It didn't take Gus very long to list his and Shawn's orders and pull up to the window. Shawn was quick to cup his other hand over Tucker as the worker appeared with the food. He frowned as he felt the small figure shaking on his palm.

The worker quickly handed Gus the drinks and he proceeded to place them in the cupholders. He looked up at the woman and gave her his best smile, "thank you very much, miss." He said politely. She didn't even have a chance to respond as he sped out of the parking lot in record time.

Tucker yelped as he was thrown against Shawn's fingers from the speed and harsh turns. He squeezed his eyes shut and clutched the strap of his leather satchel for any sort of comfort. Unfortunately, any comfort his bag could bring him was overshadowed by the large fingers trapping him.

As more time ticked by, Tucker was tempted more and more to stab his nail back into Shawn's hand so he could finally be let go. Before he could even move for his weapon, the hand cupped above him slowly lifted up and out of sight. Tucker blinked at the onslaught of morning sunlight assaulting his eyes. He raised his hand over his eyes and moved to sit up only to realize the car stopped moving. When did that happen?

"Sorry about my fast driving Tucker." Gus' voice was accompanied by the sound of rustling bags. "I didn't want to risk the worker seeing you."

"I guess that's alright." Tucker said quietly. He also did not want to be seen by anyone else. These two humans were more than enough for him to handle. He chose not to mention how close he was to stabbing Shawn again.

As Gus started getting the food out of the bags, Tucker was hit with one of the most delicious smells he's ever encountered. He closed his eyes as he breathed in the greasy, salty goodness and his mouth began to water. Humans were so lucky to have access to these foods. Too bad he missed his chance to try some, at least this wouldn't be the first time Tucker had to ignore the tasty smells around him. He can do it again.

The hand underneath him began to lift up and stopped on top of the car dashboard. "Final stop on the Shawn Express!" The man announced, mimicking a conductor.

Tucker wasted no time hopping off and sat down. Instead of watching the humans take out their food and begin eating, he stared out the giant window behind him content to focus on his thoughts.

That was until a brown hand reached over and placed a large napkin a few inches away from him. Without a word, Gus broke a corner of his bagel off and placed it on the napkin followed by some eggs, bacon, and hash browns. Shawn was quick to follow suit and gave him a huge piece of his pancake that was the size of Tucker's torso.

Tucker's wide eyes flicked to one piece of food to another. His throat was dry. "Is this- what are ya doing?" He stammered.

Shawn's brows furrowed. "Giving you food. What else would we be doing?"

The borrower shook his head in complete disbelief. "I can't." His hands found the strap of his bag once again as he backed away from the food.

"Come on Tuck, don't be all humble on us now. Where's that fiery spirit we all know you have!" Shawn said, placing his food on his lap.

"Ya humans don't get it. I can't take a handout. I'm not a damn pet!" He spat. The words came out harsher than he intended, but Tucker had to make sure the humans understood him.

The humans quickly glanced at each other, which they seemed prone to do, before looking straight back at Tucker. The small man's shoulders bunched up at the serious looks he was receiving.

"Where in the world did you get that idea from? We would never see you as a pet!" Gus' voice was full of shock and disgust.

Shawn nodded along, "yeah! We know you're not a pet no matter how cute you are." He said with no hesitation.

Tucker's dark cheeks began to burn at that and he glanced down at his leather boots. "Well a handout will always be seen as a way to pity my kind. It will make us too reliant on humans, like pets." He explained.

"So you need to earn your own food?" Shawn confirmed as he slowly caught on to what the little man was saying.

Seeing Tucker nod his head again, Gus immediately responded. "Well you can take this food as an apology for Shawn kidnapping you, or a thank you for helping with the Blum case." He reasoned.

He crossed his fingers that Tucker will accept the food, but Gus was more than prepared to come up with more ways Tucker earned the food if he needed to. It was painfully obvious the little guy has been surviving off scraps. The way his brown skin stuck to his bones and how loose his clothes were sent shivers down Gus' spine. He'll make sure Tucker eats one way or another.

Tucker haltingly glanced over at the food. The warm, savory flavors were calling his name over and over again making his mouth water and his stomach grumble. He wanted to stay strong and show the humans he needed nothing from them, but Tucker could no longer ignore the ache in his midsection.

Without a word, he slowly walked onto the napkin and knelt down, his eyes taking in the incredible sight of all the food available to him. The borrower felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise as the humans watched him break off a piece of egg. The yellow food radiated a pleasant warmth and Tucker quickly stuffed it into his mouth. His eyes closed and he moaned in ecstasy as the flavor exploded in his mouth. Tucker had never tasted anything so good before! The heat from the egg replaced the chill that always seemed present in his body. He forgot the last time he'd had hot food, if he ever had any at all.

Shawn's rumbling chuckle brought Tucker's mind back into the car. "Looks like someone likes it." He quipped lightheartedly.

Tucker's only response was a short grunt as he began stuffing his face full of food, making sure to try one of everything. In that moment, he only cared about satisfying the hunger that has plagued him since childhood. At the rate he was going, it looked like he might actually finish all the comically large bites of food around him.

Gus almost choked on his bagel as he watched the little guy practically inhale the hash brown. "Slow down Tucker. You'll get a stomachache." He warned.

Thankfully, Tucker did hear Gus' words and forced himself to slowdown and started nibbling on a piece of bacon. Eventually, he couldn't even manage that and begrudgingly placed it down. It took him a few long moments to realize he was actually full for once. It was strange not feeling the constant pain of hunger, but definitely not unwelcome.

Shawn smirked around a mouthful of pancake. "You want something to drink?" He asked as he held up a large cup with yellow liquid inside. "It's pineapple juice." He said as if Tucker knew what that tasted like.

Tucker had never seen such an unnatural looking color for a drink before. A part of him was genuinely concerned the juice would burn through his stomach or something. Still, he didn’t want to pass up this once in a lifetime opportunity. At least he would get a unique death compared to most of his kind who usually succumbed to starvation or disease with the occasional crushing. The borrower gave a small shrug, "I guess I could try some."

Shawn smiled and he moved to place the cup on the dashboard before realizing it would be way too tall for Tucker to reach. He awkwardly held the drink in his hand as the gears turned in his head for a solution. His eyes danced around the small car before landing on a water bottle, which he immediately unscrewed the cap of.

Shawn popped the plastic lid off his drink and began tilting the liquid towards the cap before a stern voice stopped him.

"Do that out the window! I don't want you spilling pineapple juice all over a company car." Gus stressed. It was a miracle he hadn't been fired from his pharmaceutical salesman job after everything Shawn has put the company's car through. It was bad enough he was using it for personal reasons let alone murder cases.

The man rolled his eyes as he pointedly clicked the button for the window to roll down. Tucker and Gus watched as Shawn stuck his hands outside the car, and, moments later, heard the sound of liquid splashing to the ground like a small waterfall.

"I knew you'd spill it everywhere," Gus said smugly.

"No! I'm just making sure the cap is nice and full for Tucker!" Shawn argued back with his hands still out the window.

Gus grabbed a handful of napkins and hit his friend in the shoulder to take them. "Clean up. I don't want your nasty hands in the car."

The psychic huffed and quickly, but carefully, placed the cap on the napkin beside Tucker then snatched the napkins from Gus before droplets of juice could drip into vehicle. Shawn then put his now nearly empty cup back into the holder and rolled his window up, eagerly turning his attention to Tucker to gauge his reaction.

The borrower sat in front of the weirdly yellow liquid. He leaned down and cautiously sniffed it causing his nose to immediately scrunch up at the strong smell. Hesitatingly, he dipped his hands in and watched the cold, bright juice pool into his palms and quickly took a small sip. Tucker grimaced at the sweet and tart flavor coating his tongue, but it surprisingly wasn't bad. He actually found himself dipping his hands in for more.

"This ain’t bad!" He admitted as he happily slurped more juice.

Shawn let out a relieved breath. "Thank goodness you like pineapple. I don't know what we would have done if you ended up being a pineapple hater." The man joked with mock seriousness.

Gus grinned beside him. "We don't tolerate haters around here." He confirmed with a shake of his head.

Tucker shot them a confused look, but otherwise ignored them. To his dismay he finished the entire bottle cap of juice far too quickly, but the borrower didn't want to request more. That would make him seem too desperate like a pet asking for a treat. He grimaced at the thought and began wiping his now sticky hands on the napkin underneath him.

The humans were still finishing up their food, so Tucker distracted himself by tearing off pieces of the napkin and wrapping the remains of his breakfast to store in his bag. Even though the food would no longer be warm later, it still tasted so much better than the chips he'd been surviving off of back home.

After a few minutes, Gus wiped his hands with a napkin and threw the trash in the bag. Shawn followed suit before reaching up towards the dashboard. He laid his hand down flat, palm up. "Ready to get going?" He asked, wiggling his fingers for Tucker to come closer.

The borrower still eyed the hand nervously, but he was faster with climbing onboard much to Shawn's delight. With Tucker off the dashboard, Gus quickly cleaned up the leftovers of his breakfast before putting the car in drive.

Shawn once again lifted his hand just high enough for Tucker to see out the window. This time he was less interested in the human world as his thoughts took over. His interactions with Shawn and Gus didn't line up with the stories he was told as a kid. Sure they still scare him, especially in the beginning, but they also have been treating him nicely after their initial shock wore off.

Tucker frowned, and his hands once again gripped the leather strap around him as they got closer to his home.

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Eventually, the car turned onto a small, winding backroad before coming to a complete stop. Both Shawn and Gus intently scanned the surrounding area for any unwelcomed humans. When they determined it was safe, Shawn eagerly opened the door and stepped out of the vehicle.

Tucker couldn't help but grab onto his thumb as the large movements threatened to throw him off. He frowned and was tempted to scold the human, until he felt the breeze hit his face. A small smile formed on his lips. The smell of fresh air was so nice, especially compared to the musky scent of the walls that he’d grown so used to. Up ahead was a blue single-story house sitting alone, surrounded by a forest of trees. His eyes widened when he realized this was the house he'd been living in for 9 years.

Shawn and Gus stopped when they finally reached the door of the small house. Yellow police tape blocked off the front door, but Shawn still reached for the doorknob with his free hand. It jiggled but unsurprisingly didn't open.

He huffed and turned to Gus, "Does that safe breaking thing teach you how to pick these locks." Shawn asked, nodding towards the keyhole.

The other man crossed his arms. "It's a subscription to Safecrackers Monthly. And no it doesn't."

When no one made a move to go inside, Tucker curiously glanced between the two. He couldn't help but ask, "I thought you could get inside if ya work on the murder." He remembered hearing all the humans walking in and out of the house while he was hiding in the bag of chips. Shawn and Gus were able to go inside that time, what's different now?

"Authorized people already unlocked the door when we came here the first time." Gus started to explain.

Tucker tilted his head, "Authorized?" He repeated the strange word.

The man nodded, "It means they had official permission to go inside."

"And you two don't?"

Gus shifted on his feet and gave Shawn a look. "No we don't." He responded bitterly.

Instead of waiting to get hired to legally assist this case, Shawn immediately dragged Gus out of bed and beelined to the Blum residence. His friend was getting far too confident for Gus' liking. One day someone is not going to tolerant his "action first, permission later" way of doing things. Thankfully, he kept his second job so he'd still have income when one of Shawn's stunts gets them in too much trouble.

Shawn waved him off, "It never matters in the end once we solve the case."

"And what if the Chief finds out what we're doing before we solve the case? We could be arrested for breaking and entering and interfering with an investigation!" Gus stated, his voice becoming more hushed with paranoia. He nervously glanced behind them as if someone would appear in the tree line. He shuffled behind a beam on the porch after assuring himself no one was seeing him check out an active crime scene. "Criminal records do not look good for bachelors!”

"That's why we need to find a way inside before anyone sees us." Shawn pointed out with no hint of urgency in his voice. He bent down to look for a spare key under the doormat, failing to warn Tucker.

Tucker's stomach lurched at the sudden drop and he fearfully clung to the giant thumb beside him. The hand continued to sway back and forth as Shawn searched for a way in. He had to get off this death trap of a hand before Shawn either dropped or crushed him.

"I'll figure out how to get ya inside! Just stop movin' for crying out loud!" Tucker yelled up, squeezing his eyes shut.

Shawn immediately froze, still crouched on the ground searching for a spare key. His wide eyes locked onto Tucker who was holding onto his thumb for dear life. It was so freaking cute! If Tucker were stronger, he could probably cut off his circulation. Shawn honestly didn't think he was moving that fast, but chose to oblige to the tiny man.

When the hand remained still, Tucker finally forced his eyes open to meet the two giants' gazes. His dark cheeks reddened and he quickly tore himself away from Shawn's thumb. Tucker moved to the center of the palm but stayed crouched as he figured out how he could possibly help two giant humans. Honestly, he had no ideas on what to do, he just wanted off this hand.

He glanced around the porch. His only entrance to the outside was at the far corner of the house. But he never really used that path as it was mostly just a precaution in case he had to evacuate. It could easily be overrun by plants, bugs, mice, or even rats. Yeah.... Tucker was not in the mood to test his luck anymore.

The only other option was the front door. "Shawn, bring me to the doorknob." He ordered hesitantly, scared the human would be upset with getting bossed around by a man smaller than his fingers. Tucker felt the hand below him shift, "Be slow." He quickly added before Shawn put him through another rollercoaster of a trip.

“What’s the magic word?” Shawn responded without missing a beat. He stared expectantly at the small figure in his hand.

Tucker stayed silent, his expression completely clueless. The hell is a ‘magic word?’ He asked himself as his brain struggled to find an answer.

When the small man didn’t answer, Shawn started to look concerned. “You do know what the magic word is, right?” The tone in his voice told the borrower it was common knowledge for humans.

When Tucker shook his head, Gus leaned down and whispered like it was some big secret code word. “It’s please.”

“Please?” He repeated. He knew he heard the word before but he didn’t know it held such significance to humans. Tucker’s kind always kept conversations curt and at a minimum to keep from being heard by unwanted ears. Not to mention how they have far more bigger issues to worry about than their manners.

Thankfully, the magic word, that sounded a lot more like a question from Tucker, was enough to satisfy the human. Shawn beamed, “Of course my tiny good sir! Such a gentleman!” He complimented.

He very slowly got back onto his feet and carefully stepped closer to the door to hold Tucker right in front of the door knob. The borrower rolled his eyes then briefly inspected the keyhole. His Pa taught him how to escape a cage when he was a kid, and Tucker even got to practice on a lock when the humans were on a trip. He braced his hand on the cool metal and slowly inserted his right arm into the hole.

Shawn and Gus watched in complete fascination as the little guy started to feel around inside the mechanism. Tucker stubbornly ignored the hairs rising on the back of his neck from the human eyes, devoting his focus to the lock. He bit his lip and he began moving the tumblers inside until a click sounded out, announcing his success.

Right when he pulled his arm out, Shawn moved his hand up to eye level. Tucker stumbled and landed on his rear from the movement.

"Great job Tuck! I think you have Gus beat in the lock picking department." Shawn beamed.

Gus stepped closer and nodded at Tucker with an approving smile. "Good work Tucker." He congratulated politely. He then looked up a Shawn, "for the last time; lock picking and safe cracking are completely different." He stated in defense of his status.

"Sure it is." Shawn said as he moved his occupied hand to chest level and reached for the door.

The door creaked open to reveal the desolate house. It was dark with only cracks of morning light peeking through the closed blinds. The air was still and carried an eerie feeling that sent chills down Tucker's spine. The borrower frowned as they went deeper into the building. Usually there was music playing somewhere in the house, slightly drowned out by the TV. The resident humans were always talking and doting on each other, their lips curled into huge smiles. When he imagined coming back home, this emptiness wasn't something he prepared for.

The trio made their way through a small hallway with a row of portraits hanging on the wall before making it to the room where it all started. Shawn could feel Tucker shifting on his palm, but when he glanced down, the little guy's hands were tightly gripping the strap of his tiny bag. A nervous quirk Shawn was quick to pick up on. Surely it couldn't be because of him and Gus at this point. Hopefully.

"Alright," Shawn started as he stood by the kitchen table where Kirstin was found. The body was now gone, but a circle of crimson blood stained the light wood. "Let's get this case rolling." The psychic declared as his eyes scanned the bloodstains on the floor.

Before he could even move closer, a tiny voice piped up. "Could ya put me down, now?…. Please?” Tucker asked, his voice still sounding unsure as he addressed the human.

The man pouted like a child, "are you sure?" He asked despite knowing the answer. Sure enough, Tucker vigorously nodded his head. There was a small part in Shawn that just wanted to hold Tucker forever, it's not like the little guy could really do anything. But he knew that train of thought was very wrong, and Gus would definitely force him to put down Tucker.

So, Shawn slowly lowered his hand to the corner of the table away from the blood. With no hesitation, Tucker practically launched himself off the hand and backed a good few inches away.

The borrower was tempted to just fling himself down the table and escape into the walls, but Tucker decided to stay out in the open a bit longer. He doubted the humans would do anything malicious at this point, so he didn't really have to escape from anything. Plus the humans were still in his house, it only made sense to keep his eyes on them until they leave.

He watched as Shawn and Gus once again searched the kitchen. "Watchya doin'?" Tucker asked.

"Looking for evidence that proves someone else killed Kirstin." Shawn answered as he studied the blood stains on the floor.

Tucker tilted his head, his brows furrowed. "But I already told ya it's Josh. Go ahead and get the guy."

The man shook his head. "Unfortunately words and psychic visions are not solid pieces of evidence for the police. Trust me, I've tried." Shawn explained. He then turned back to Gus who was by the counter, "have you found anything useful?"

His friend, who was reading some papers, sighed and shook his head. He placed a hand on his hip, "just bills and newsletters, nothing about Josh." Gus replied, waving the papers with his free hand.

Shawn stood up and leaned on the table, being very mindful of the tiny man standing nearby. "I doubt Kirstin has photos and diary entries about her creepy stalker around here." He ran a hand through the brown spike of his hair. "We don't need to find anything about Josh right now, we just have to prove Steven wasn't the one who did it." The psychic decided. Based on what Juliet told him over the phone, he didn't even want to think about the intensive interrogation Lassiter was putting the widower through right now. They had to get that poor guy out of there fast.

"And how in the world are we supposed to do that, Shawn? The only defense that man has is that someone else was in the house, which, by the way, we can’t find proof of." Gus stated in exasperation.

"Just give me a second." Shawn responded as he strode into another room.

Gus shook his head in resignation but started to follow Shawn until he locked eyes with Tucker. Even though he could hardly see the facial expressions on that tiny face, he was able to recognized the look of curiosity. The human stood in thought for a moment, but ultimately decided to extend an offer. "You wanna look around with us?"

Tucker flinched back at the question as if it were an animal snapping at him. More time in human hands sounded like a horrifying death waiting to happen to him. There’s no way he could keep hanging around humans and not get hurt in some way, especially with his luck. Tucker really should be back in the walls at this point, all safe and sound and away from ginormous beings who could kill him with an easy flick of the wrist.

But he still stayed put. The borrower didn’t even know why. “Alright,” he answered without even thinking. His brown eyes widened in shock at the word leaving his mouth and his heart started to hammer in his chest. “Uh- but only because I need to keep an eye on ya humans. Make sure ya don’t snatch anything from my house.” Tucker crossed his arms, trying his best to appear nonchalant through his frantic stammering. “It’s nothing personal, just something I gotta do.”

Gus gave him a puzzled look and the small man swallowed thickly. Tucker hoped he wouldn’t take his acceptance to the invitation the wrong way. He couldn’t let anyone think he actually wanted to hang around humans. That would be crazy! What kind of self-respecting borrower would do such a thing? Yeah… he was simply doing this out of necessity to make sure the humans don’t take any goods that he could borrow later. Nothing more.

“Okay then.” Was Gus’ reply as he slowly lowered his hand to the table. Before Tucker could even brace himself to climb on, triumphant shouting came from the hallway. Maybe the humans will find their answers and be gone sooner than he thought.

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If you don't mind, could you share some of your thought process on creating Taryn as a character and your favorite aspects of writing her so far? (Can you also give a physical description? I would like to draw her and nesta together and Ive been imagining her as cruel princes' Taryn; which is a little funny to think about)

This is so sweet—and so funny! I’ve read the first Cruel Prince book but didn’t even make the connection to Taryn from that series! That’s hilarious and kind of fitting in its own way, but yes, let me give you more details!

So, Taryn as a character actually came about unexpectedly. She wasn’t someone I initially planned to write; it was going to be just Nesta on her own, focusing on her healing journey. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that Nesta has never really had someone wholly in her corner—a person who supports her without judgment or an agenda. That gap in her life is what inspired Taryn’s creation.

I wanted someone who could stand alongside Nesta, not to “fix” her, but to offer her unconditional support and the space to be herself. Taryn’s character grew from that idea, and I started with her name, which has so many layered meanings.

• In Irish and Gaelic, it’s tied to “the land of Eoghan” or “people’s ruler,” which felt fitting for someone who would hold her own and guide by example rather than force.

• The connection to rivers and flooding, as in “the trespasser,” reminded me of someone who defies expectations and carves out a path that may disrupt, but ultimately creates growth.

• Then there’s the Latin meaning tied to “earth” or an “elevated place,” which gave her a grounded, steady quality.

One of my favorite aspects of writing Taryn so far is how she knows when to step back and respect Nesta’s autonomy. A perfect example of this is during the Solstice and Nesta’s interactions with the IC—Taryn doesn’t try to insert herself or take over. Instead, she lets Nesta handle things in her own way, at her own pace, without any interference. That respect for boundaries is a cornerstone of who Taryn is, and it’s a deliberate contrast to how other characters have behaved.

For instance, take Rhysand. Even when Feyre explicitly tells him to leave her relationship with Nesta alone, he still tries to control it, inserting his own ideas of what should happen. Or Cassian, who has a pattern of badgering Nesta, pushing her even when it’s clear she’s uncomfortable or not ready to engage with him on his terms. These moments can feel suffocating for Nesta, and I wanted Taryn to be the opposite of that.

Taryn highlights what it truly means to give someone the space to heal and make their own choices. She supports Nesta without demanding anything in return. There’s no pressure to act a certain way, no need to meet someone else’s expectations or timelines. If Nesta decides to set boundaries or push back, Taryn respects that instead of trying to guilt or force her into compliance.

I think that dynamic is so important for Nesta because it offers her something she’s never really had: a connection where she feels safe to be herself without fear of judgment or consequence. And, more than that, it allows her to grow on her own terms. Taryn is there to back her up when needed, but she also knows when to step back and let Nesta lead.

It’s a refreshing contrast to the characters who think they’re helping but end up reinforcing unhealthy patterns instead. Writing Taryn as someone who embodies that quiet, unwavering support has been incredibly rewarding.

Now, onto Taryn’s physical description! She has dark hair—by dark, I mean black—and striking green eyes that stand out against her complexion. Her features are sharp, with high cheekbones.

Taryn’s complexion is on the darker side, with warm, rich undertones that speak to her heritage. Her skin carries a sun-kissed glow, as if she’s spent a significant amount of time under a different sun than Velaris or even the Night Court could provide. It’s a deeper shade, almost like burnished bronze, with a natural radiance that contrasts beautifully against her black hair and sharp features. I’ve hinted at it before, but Taryn isn’t from Velaris or the Night Court.

Taryn typically wears dresses that balance simplicity, emphasizing her. She prefers flowing silhouettes that allow her to move with ease, often crafted from rich fabrics like velvet, silk, or fine linen. Her dresses are usually in deep, earthy tones such as forest green, burnt orange, midnight blue, or warm gold, complementing her complexion and hair.

The designs of her dresses are practical yet stylish—long sleeves for cooler weather or sleeveless options for warmer climates, always tailored to fit her perfectly. High necklines and subtle embroidery along the hems or cuffs add an air of refinement, while the occasional slit in the skirt gives her freedom of movement without being overly revealing.

I think I’ve covered all your questions, but feel free to let me know if there’s anything else you’d like to know or dive deeper into! I’ve enjoyed answering these and exploring Taryn and Nesta’s dynamic—it’s always exciting to share more about their story and development. So if there’s anything you’re curious about, don’t hesitate to ask!