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angryschnauzer · 4 years ago

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Superior Specimen - Chapter 1

Summary: One night when you are following the Archaeology tag on instagram you stumbled across a fun looking dig... and an even more interesting Paleontologist who soon follows you back. Over the following weeks you start chatting and a friendship soon grows.

Relationship: AU Henry Cavill x Female Reader (No race or body shape mentioned)

Warnings: Slow Burn, NSFW, 18+, Mutual Masturbation, Phone Sex

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I don’t have a masterlist, but all my works are on AO3, link here. Usually i post oneshots to Tumblr and AO3, and multichapters exclusively to AO3, but as this is my first henry story and its going to be a short series, i’ll post to both places.

Superior Specimen – Chapter 1

It had all started innocently; you’d been cruising the paleontology and archaeology tags on Instagram, checking out the progress of the summer digs you were unable to go on, one in particular catching your interest. The dig in the Siberian summer desert was posting some fascinating photos and clips, and you were following them avidly from that point on.

A week later when you got the job at the Natural History Museum and you proudly posted a selfie in your uniform, you saw some familiar accounts like and comment, one in particular leaving a chain of hearts, and when you clicked on the profile you saw it was one of the palaeontologists from the Siberian dig. Hitting that ‘follow back’ button you didn’t think much more about the account.

It was your first day and you couldn’t have been prouder of your own achievements. You knew that jobs within the archaeology and palaeontology fields were few and far between, and unless you were blessed with some very rich parents or managed to snag some sort of sponsor or bursary, actually following the dream and getting in at the upper levels was almost impossible. You’d worked your socks off, volunteering on domestic digs during breaks from university, taking jobs after your degree to advance your language skills, and now it had paid off; the front desk at the most renowned museum in the country, perhaps even the world. Now as you stood beneath the skeleton of the Blue Whale in the giant atrium of the gothic building, you adjusted your name badge, polishing the three flags that were adorned on the bottom of the badge to show the languages you spoke, and watched as the security guard unlocked the doors for the days visitors to excitedly rush in.

The following weeks rushed by, you thoroughly enjoyed your role and settled into it quickly. You were called upon to help translate for confused visitors from overseas, held a level head when people got out of hand, had met all the staff - it surprised you how small of a number of staff there actually were - and above all you felt completely settled.

At the end of a long day you finished up your shift and clocked off, grabbing your bag from the staffroom lockers before stepping out into the warm summer evening. Checking your notifications you saw a DM, and smiled when you saw who it was from; the guy from the Siberian dig that over the last few weeks you had started chatting to casually.

@Kinghenry; “Looking beautiful as always. How was work?”

You smiled where you could see he’d replied to an on-the-way-to-work selfie you’d posted that morning;

“Good. Tiring. And thank you <3”

You saw the little notification that your message had been seen, and paused as you saw that he was writing, meaning he was online right at that moment;

“What are your plans for the rest of the night?”

“A scented bath, then I’m ordering takeout and bingeing Netflix”

“So, no-one to take you to dinner?”

You smiled at his sly way of asking if you’re single;

“Nope. Why; are you asking?”

“Absolutely. Plus, I brought you a gift back from the dig”

“Oh yes? What’s that, a bunch of bones?”

“Just one. A big one. Wanna see?”

You laugh-groaned at his innuendo, before another message came through with the icon that the user had attached a photo. Your thumb hovered over the icon, hesitating. Had this casual flirting advanced to dick pics? And more to the point; did you actually want to see what he was packing? Hell, you’d seen the crew shots of the dig and had seen him tagged, the guy was built like Hercules. Taking a deep breath you looked up and noticed you were almost at the entrance to the tube station. If you didn’t tap it now you wouldn’t have enough signal in the underground train tunnels to download it, and you knew he would have had the notification that you’d gotten the message. You tapped on the photo… and waited…

The laugh you let out once the photo loaded bubbled from your throat; there he was, stood in the Siberian desert, chest bare, and holding what must have been a femur from an enormous bi-ped as it was well over 4ft long. You knew that fossils were incredibly heavy, so for him to be holding one of that size you felt a tingle in your stomach at the thought of how strong he was. Screenshotting it your phone buzzed where he sent another message;

“So, what do you think? *wink*”

“That’s an impressive bone”

“Heavy too”

You felt a bead of sweat slowly make its way down your back, the heat of the summer evening still intense in the city, and you knew if you stood outside the tube station much longer you’d melt;

“I’ve got to get on the tube, talk later xxx”

Later was quite a few hours later, and as you sank into the scented bath, you’d indulged yourself with oils, petals, candles; the whole nine yards. The obligatory candle-lit shot of your legs peeking out of the water headed to your grid, before you settled back and relaxed.

Your phone propped up in the wooden bath shelf playing your music, and a glass of wine half-drunk as you let the feeling of the waters soothe you. After a couple of songs you heard the chime of a notification, peering out of one eye to see that he’d sent you a message. Wiping your hands on a towel you opened it and smiled;

“Sorry if the tease was too much earlier”

“Not at all. I opened it, didn’t I? *wink*”

“That you did… you curious little thing. How’s the bath?”

“Warm, wet, and relaxing”

You knew you were being a tease, but you’d had a glass of wine before you’d even gotten into the bath so you were a little emboldened by the alcohol. Your phone chimed and you saw another photo notification, tapping on it and letting out a ‘ouff’. He was standing in front of a full length mirror, wearing just a pair of running shorts that clung to his sweat drenched body and left absolutely nothing to the imagination, the clear outline of a heavy cock resting against his thigh to the point you were surprised it didn’t peek out from the leg hole.

“I could do with something warm wet and relaxing right now… got all worked up at the gym”

Your jaw literally dropped; you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the screen as your entire body shuddered with lust. Turning onto your side you flipped the camera to selfie mode, and snapped a shot of your body; doe eyes, the swell of your breasts glistening in the candlelight, down to the curve of your hip as it emerged from the cloudy blue and green water. Not a single thing was showing - nipples and pussy just hidden by the water - but it was obvious you were completely naked. You hit send and settled back into a more comfortable position, watching the screen as it changed from sent to seen then the little notification to tell you he was typing;

“Look at what you’ve done to me”

The photo that loaded was taken from chest height, and he caught his stomach and Adonis belt, and his shorts were obscenely tented. He was typing again, and much to your surprise it was a phone number;

“Here’s mine, or you can show me yours… number that is…”

Taking a deep breath you hit the number and raised the phone to your ear, hearing it ring before a deep voice answered;

“Henry?”

“Yes, is that you Princess?”

“It’s me” you found your free hand had slid down your body to the juncture of your thighs, just his voice was turning you on.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m touching myself… your voice… fuck…”

“So, if my voice is turning you on so much you must touch yourself, taking you out for dinner will be an interesting experience. Will I need to slide my hand under the table and pet that little pussy of yours?”

“I guess I’ll have to skip wearing underwear then…”

The groan that you heard down the line sent sparks to your clit as you rubbed figure eights over the sensitive nub, and you longed to hear it in person, whispered against your ear, his hot breath fanning your skin.

From that point the conversation entered the gutter, Henry had the dirtiest mind and the deepest voice, his words wrapped around your brain like it was enrobed in salted caramel, and when you came you called out his name so loud your neighbours probably heard. As you came down from your orgasmic high you heard a quiet chuckle;

“Feel better now Princess?”

“Hmmm yes, thank you”

“I need a shower now… somehow I’m even more worked up than before the gym… Hmmn I wonder why?” he mused down the line

“Shame I can’t lend a hand to help out” you countered, and the sharp inhale of breath told you he’d liked what you’d said.

“That can be arranged… anyway, I have an issue I now need to take care of, and as you’re not here I need to take the matter into my own hands”

“Both hands?” you asked coyly

“Jesus woman… you’re gonna be the death of me, I’m so fucking hard I could burst right now”

“Well I’ll let you go, but I’ll say what I said before, shame I can’t lend a hand. Speak soon Henry”

“Absolutely, take care Princess”

Chapter 2 >>>

#henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill smut #henry cavill x you #henry cavill x female reader

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curious-menace · 4 years ago

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Hey can I get a headcanon of any riddler of your fancy finding his partners hidden treasure trove of sex toy goodies after stooping around their home, probably while they're out and how they'd react?

oh ho! any riddler?! this is a blank check for mayhem!

i have naughty hands and no self control so ima do all my riddlers hahahah

this is only a lil ns fw so no below the cut this time

Arkham riddler

oh.

OH.

First response is he goes BRIGHT RED. H-He was looking for something else, like an allen key or a pack of batteries or something! He didn't mean to snoop! He’ll throw all the toys back in the drawer or box and hurry away like nothing happened. he did find batteries but was to embarrassed to use them.

his face is going to be bright red for hours, you’ll easily be able to tell something is up but he wont tell you what.

but that being said, hes not going to be able to stop thinking about them. he feels a little naughty for doing it but hes imagining you using them, on him, on yourself. the idea is filthy to him but very intriguing.

Don't expect him to EVER mention it again but if YOU brought up the idea or told him you had some toys to play with, he’d have a hard time hiding his excitement. He hasn't stopped thinking about them since and he has some IDEAS.

Blacklight Riddler

oh ho! rubbing his little fingerless gloved hands in glee. treasure trove is the right word to use, all his christmases have come at once when he finds this gold mine.

He knew you were kinky but he had no idea you were THIS kinky, why would you keep this from him???

hes like a child in a candy store. what does this one do??? ohh this one vibrates! ooh a purple and green one, did you get this specially for him?

Don't be surprised if you come home and find him elbow deep in your drawer or box still rummaging and exploring, possibly with condoms scattered around him like confetti and bondage rope around his neck like a scarf.

He’s going to ask right away to play with some of these. he might even sneak off to use them by himself but he will GLADLY let you do the hard work.

He’s going to want to go to the sex toy shop with you. can you get some couples toys? will you peg him?? OH! what about some of those cool remote control toys??? he can make some custom ones for you both to use if you want! Man is going to be bouncing off the walls, you're going to need to get him to calm down before you can do anything. he’s enthusiastic to say the least.

BTAS Riddler

oh? what on earth is th-AGH! *flings a wobbly pink dick across the room in a panic*. Que overdramatics . lots of “my eyes are SOILED! MY HANDS WILL NEVER BE CLEAN AGAIN!”

Will probably screech “WHY DO YOU EVEN HAVE THIS?!” into an empty house.

i think its the shock more than anything. he’s a germaphobe and he wasn't wearing his gloves while he was rummaging and he wasn't expecting to touch something so...intimate with his bare hands. this has ABSOLUTELY been inside you and it feels...off for him to touch it. He hopes to god you are as particular about cleaning these as you are about the rest of your cleaning.

once the initial fright wears off, he probably feels a bit guilty for nosing about. He wasn't looking for your intimates specifically, he was just being inquisitive, maybe looking for birthday or christmas presents. I think like arkham riddler, he’d probably be unable to get the image out of his head. he'd probably have to go back for another look.

he has to work up the courage to talk about it. he’s probably expecting to get yelled at, he shouldn't have been rummaging through your things in the first place.he doesn't REALLY need to confront you about this. but he’s insecure as all hell and he needs to know, is he not good enough? is he not satisfying you? why do you need these toys if you have him? please be gentle in explaining, whatever your answer is.

Original riddler

so freaking blase about the whole thing. you could leave them in the fridge or something and he’d be like “hmm, cheese, ham, dildo....hey y/n we’re nearly out of milk!”

he doesn't exactly want dicks or fleshlights left out around his apartment but he’s not so insecure about you having them. he knows he cant be there for you 24/7. maybe your schedules are conflicting, maybe you just want some quite alone time, he’s not judging, he does it too.

might tease you a little about your taste in toys. like if you have massive dicks he’s going to call you a size queen, regardless of your gender. or if you like weird ones like that windmill oral thing he’s going to call you a kinky lil freak .

i don't think he has any of his own but he’d be quite happy to use yours on you if you wanted.

unlike the others, he probably respects your privacy enough to not go looking for them or even rummaging through your things. but he is childish as all hell. if you left them out in a shared space he’s going to mess around with them, like pretending to give you a neck massage only to bust out a hitachi wand or something.

despite his bravado and not really minding that you have them, his mouth will go a little dry if you bring up the idea of domming him by using them on him . that's....an intriguing idea.

Telltale riddler

well. hes not THRILLED about this discovery. But given how often he’s gone, either for work or running from the law, he cant exactly blame you. you have needs he’s clearly not meeting.

he’s pretty tempted to take your batteries away from you for badness.

he gets a devious idea looking at your toys. He’s offended! how could you replace him with plastic and silicone?! he’s much better than any toy. guess he’ll just have to prove it to you.

he’ll probably confront you as soon as you get home. something like “been keeping secrets from me?” but like. in a sexy voice, not an angry one.

He’s obviously a little ticked off but tries to keep it playful. you can definitely expect him to spend the day making it up to you. he’s going to tease you, hes going to ask if you think of him while you use them , maybe even use some of them on you himself but pulling away at the last moment as punishment . if you want relief you’ll have to ask him nicely.

he’d be absolutely speechless if you flipped the script on him. listen he might be 60 but suddenly he’s a teenager again, embarrassed and unable to form coherent sentences in the face of your exuberant confidence. once he gets his footing back however you two are going to be playing hella games. he’s going to want to sext while he’s gone, send you naughty photos and get some back. maybe the toys aren't such a bad thing after all?

Zero year riddler

you’ll for sure know if this riddler has found your stash. you’ll come home and he’ll be drinking out of a dick shaped straw, wearing those dumb penis glasses you see at bachelorette parties. he’ll have decorated with rope or feather boas , taken polaroid photos of him posing with your toys and stuck them to the walls. he’ll have a smug look on his face but play totally innocent like “something you wanna tell me, y/n?” Shame is not an emotion this riddler is capable of.

he was looking through your things on purpose because he’s a nosy shit. He likes knowing your secrets to mess with you later. He wished he had a camera to record his reaction upon finding THIS secret.sheer unfiltered joy .He’s for sure recording your reaction to him putting you on blast so you two can laugh about it later.

he might feel a LITTLE guilty depending on your reaction. if you react badly or really embarrassed he might feel bad for crossing a line and apologise . He’s still a little shit about it but he’s an apologetic little shit.

all of these riddlers pretend they're the most confident person in the room but , like the others, if you turn your charm and confidence on him, he’ll crumble like a dry sandcastle.

He doesn't want to admit he has NO clue what any of these toys do. like why is this one shaped like an egg?...it goes WHERE?!

rare moment of nervousness from him if you ask him to use them on you/ on him. again, he doesn't know what the heck he’s doing with toys but he’ll be damned if he admits that. feel free to mess with him as payback. this is what he gets for running his mouth and poking his nose into other peoples business

there you go nonnie! i actually got this one out pretty quickly, i wasnt expecting to do it that fast hah. i like doing asks like this, that are a little nsfw but not so much i have to hide them under a read more.

that being said, full nsfw asks are my jam XD

Got something you wana ask me? feel free to send me an ask or a dm! im always game to talk about our favorite curious menace 💚💜

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catboynecromancy · 3 years ago

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sometimes i’m like yes i could write a fanfic if i wanted to because i have many ideas, but then i read masterpieces such as your latest work and i’m like yeah i could never write in such a beautiful way, like how the fuck do i even describe a city and a weather i have never experience, but also i get that writing can be self indulgent and i want that, and like sometimes i do think of words that sound nice (at least in my mind) but is always in the most inconvenient circumstances like in the shower, or when i’m about to fall sleep, so i never have the opportunity to write them down, and i always forget what i was thinking. anyway, if it’s ok to ask i’m a little curious about the process of how you write your stories, you don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to. and it goes without saying that i loooooove your writing xoxo 😘

Hi anon, sorry it took me a bit to get to this. I hope you're having a lovely morning/day/evening/night wherever you are! 💕 I am going to try making this as concise as I can, okay?

First off, I want to say how much I appreciate you for taking the time out of your day to send this message. Thank you so much for reading my work and being so supportive of me and for the nice words about my writing 😭💕

Next, I want to say, you should absolutely write fanfic! If you have ideas you want to see come to life, try your hand at writing them! Everyone starts somewhere and writing is, like pretty much everything else, a thing that you can practice on to develop your skills over time. Reading both published fiction and fanfic helps immensely with writing as well, especially when it comes to learning how to describe things in ways you find personally satisfying. 😊

I am going to let you in on a little secret. Or maybe it's not so much of one. Most fic writers whose stuff you like? They compare themselves to other writers, they look at someone else's work and they feel discouraged (or sometimes inspired!) about their own stuff. They think, "Oh, I wish I could describe this particular emotion the way they did", or "Wow their characterization is incredible, I could never", or "The way they handle dialogue is so good why can't I write like that?"

I cannot even express the number of times I have read a fic and wished my writing was like that, but then I realize there are stories only I can tell hanging around up in my head, or ways I can put words together that no one else can do. It's the same for you, anon. There are stories that you're the only person in the whole world that could bring them to life, and if this is something you want to do, don't let yourself worry too much about what other people are doing. Instead, look at their stuff, shape it into inspiration instead of discouragement.

I'm not an expert in any way. My writing process is terrible, it's sloppy, it's slow, it's not really much at all. I talk some close friends' ears off (thank you lizzie, sophie, amber, cheeeryos)! I often find inspiration from music, or conversations, and shape those into stories I want to tell. From there, sometimes I outline, sometimes I don't. Most often, I don't, and the only fic I have a full outline for is tapoma. I can sometimes write a couple thousand words a day, or will sit staring at a wall for 6 hours and only get 200 words in. It's all very...well! It's a lot, but it's fun, and it's worth it when I finish something that I feel proud of :)

So I guess TDLR; Anon you CAN write in a way that is beautiful. It seems daunting at first, but writing is like a puzzle, sometimes it's hard to find the pieces that fit together, and sometimes you find them instantly and it all slots together juuust right. Sometimes you have to move pieces around until you find something that may not be right, but is satisfying in it's own way.

Actually, idk where i am going with this. I just want you to know everyone struggles, everyone thinks they aren't good enough, but you are, all you have to do is start!

Also, anon, if you love pynch (and you're 18+) and would at all be interested in a server, there are a lot of us writers in there who I am sure would be glad to talk about our process, our inspiration, and help in whatever way we can, so feel free to hit up my DMs if that is anything that interests you.

💕

#anonymous #asks

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writing-gifts · 4 years ago

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datura (moth!bruno x butterfly!reader)

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A/N: !!!Please read this part!!! I want to list some warnings for blood and description of injuries

if you want better details or want to skip over it you can DM or send me an ask and i can set up an edited version of the fic without it and just quick summary of what happened

this chapters rlly long compared to the others and also i made art!

First Chapter || Previous Chapter || Next Chapter

Reader is gender neutral!

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[Mid Fall]

Tightening the blanket closer to your body, you slowly make your way towards the daybed. It was another overcast day and the lack of sun made even the inside of your home feel dull. You place your cup on the table before laying down.

The weather was still tolerable but you couldn't always bring yourself to go out when you could easily stay warm in your home. But you still did your best to keep up with your gathering overall. You had a decent supply so far and as long as you didn’t go overboard with drinking, you wouldn’t be eating grain at Abilene's house for the last couple weeks of Winter. Again.

Even though lately you wanted to sleep most of the day it didn't exactly feel great or refreshing and with Bruno showing up less and less, the days seemed to be blurring together. You try to stay productive working on the moth’s sweater or gathering, but the last couple days you really couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

You sigh and force yourself to get up. Perhaps you should try going out for a walk today, just to change things up.

You go to your room and find a sweater to slip into. While wrapping a scarf around your neck, you see one of your canisters laying next to bed and decide to take it with you just in case you run into a flower you like.

You weren't exactly sure where you wanted to go so you let your legs lead you where they please.

At first you walk past your neighbors home, greeting the ones you saw along the way. Then you take a detour and venture somewhere more quiet. The pathways aren’t as clean so you have to navigate over the giant dead leaves that have accumulated all season.

While flying over the leaves you end up in the orchard. All types of fruit grew here but only apples, pears, pomegranates and surprisingly strawberries were currently available. A good amount lay scattered around at various rotting stages so this was a perfect time for a break.

You find fruit that is mostly fresh but just decomposed enough that you can easily get to the inside. Managing to find free fruit so easily available and uneaten was a good thing about Fall you suppose.

After getting tired of sitting around, munching on fruit and staring at the cloudy sky, you continue your stroll. The farther you go the more leaves there are. Soon the occasional mushroom turns to many, some of them ridiculously huge or strangely colored. At one point you pass a log covered in them.

You weren't too keen on the fungi but for some reason you always get the urge to take a bite when you see them. Of course you don't though. You can't tell the safe ones from the dangerous ones.

From there, the stroll is overall uneventful and the sites familiar but eventually you find yourself in an area that was completely new to you. The path you’re on begins to narrow, the grass gets taller and the trees get denser around you. Once it’s too thick for you to see well, you fly out of the thicket and up above so you can better scope where you're going.

It takes a while of flying, but the trees begin to disperse and the grass isn’t so overwhelming. In fact you start passing spots that lacked any. Other than the occasional dandelion and bush It was pretty bear compared to where you just emerged.

You decide to continue forward, curious about the area you've happened upon, and it doesn't take long before a wooden structure in the distance comes into view. It looked like some sort of home, and even from where you were you could tell that it was giant.

Whatever lives there must be huge….

Your self preserving side warns you to stay away since you never seen anything like it before. But your curiosity reasons that it should be okay. There were no large bodies of water in sight, and it was definitely the safest this time of year for insects as most cold-blooded predators would be much less active due to the cold. So in the end, you meet yourself in the middle and decide to go forward but keep your exploration a good distance away from the house like structure.

Once you're close enough, you find a wide dirt path and follow it, admiring some of the different flowers that were growing alongside it and in between the bushes.

Other than the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind, it was quiet and you couldn't find any other insects. You readjust your scarf.

After some time, you find something even stranger than the structure. They were all various sizes and shapes with different flowers sitting on top. You fly up to better observe the flowers and see that the things were some type of giant containers filled with dirt, and the flowers weren’t necessarily sitting on them but actually growing out.

It was definitely peculiar, but the delicious scent coming from a certain cluster of flowers quickly distracts you and beacons you closer to their white petals. It doesn’t take long for you to place the flowers’ name--Tuberose--and a certain moth immediately pops into your mind when you do. You quickly push the thoughts away though, ignoring the heat forming in your face.

You frown, noticing the plant's condition. The petals look slightly frail, some of them are even missing, so you cautiously place your weight when you land on one of the flowers. It didn't look like it was due to the weather so you couldn't tell why they looked so pitiful.

You couldn't exactly do anything about it, so instead you grab your canister where it's hanging from your hip since you hadn’t drank from this particular flower in a while.

After filling and shutting the canister, you land on the dirt in the container and everything slightly wobbles. You gasp and immediately remove your feet off to keep yourself from falling. You then fly back down in front of the containers to steady ground.

Who managed to set this up? Perhaps a swarm of insects or something huge? It had to be the latter if the house was anything to go by. You're sure you’ve heard about something related to this and you rack your brain trying to remember but can't seem to recall anything.

While thinking, you notice the container holding the Tuberoses looked quite lopsided next to the others, which caused the flowers in it to lean more to one side. You walk around the container and find long, giant cracks forming up it. Some of the dirt within it had even spilt through. You still admire the colors and patterns on the container. Even though it was damaged, it was the one that caught your eye the most.

While you trace your finger along the rough and chalky surface, the sound of rustling leaves prick your ears. You turn and look behind you and realize that you had gotten a bit too close to a giant fernbush.

You freeze, anxiety filling your whole being as you stare intently into the dark spaces within the fern. You wait thinking maybe you haven't been spotted or even better, there wasn't any danger.

The moment you see something shift in the darkness, you immediately try to take flight. Unfortunately, the creature is quicker and manages to climb part way up the container to catch you by your right leg. It tries to pull you down but you use your upper body to latch on to the edge of the container the best you can.

You scream out from the multiple sharp teeth pressing harshly into your calf but keep fluttering your wings in hopes that it will give up. Unfortunately the gecko isn’t one to give up on potential prey so easily. It continues to pull knowing that you’ll eventually tire.

But before that can happen, the container starts to lean and you yelp when you lose your grip. Your breath is knocked out of you once your head and back hit the dirt. You feel the lizard let go momentarily to bite further up your leg. Gritting your teeth, you try to kick at it but that does nothing to deter it.

Before the predator can try to take more of your body into its jaws, the container completely loses its balance and falls heavily on the gecko's body, pinning it to the ground. However, this isn’t enough for the creature to release you.

You clutch the back of your head and push your upper body off the ground. Looking at the gecko holding your leg hostage, your body begins shaking when your eyes focus on the blood seeping out of the side of its mouth. It was hard to assess the damage properly but your stomach twists seeing the multiple sharp teeth embedded into your thigh.

You swallow thickly and kick at its face with your left leg once more hoping it will give up but it just makes it bite down harder. Grimacing, you try moving your trapped leg within it but only agitates the reptile and makes it shake its head causing the rest of your body to be moved around harshly. You scream from the pain before it goes still once more. Tears begin welling in your eyes once you realize you can't escape without causing more damage.

“L-Let go.”

The gecko’s head twitches and it stares at you with a slitted pupil not processing a thing you said.

You look around trying to see if there was a way you could get out of this. But there was nothing and no one nearby. You feel at your hip and realize that your canister is also gone.

You whimper unsure what to do next. You try to think but your mind can barely form a coherent thought other than escaping.

Shit.

While you stare blankly at the gecko as it struggles to get from under the container and spiltdirt, you hear steps approaching. You look around hoping that someone that could help had wandered by, but instead your eyes land on an albino wasp instead.

Your body stiffens in fear. If the gecko didn't finish you off first, the wasp definitely would.

He approaches you completely ignoring your meek warning to stay back.

To think you were actually happy that you had forced yourself to go outside today.

You squeeze your eyes shut and wait for everything to go dark or whatever happens when an insect dies but instead you just hear a deep voice speak.

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

You reluctantly open an eye and see the wasp standing near you. If you could you would have jumped back. The gecko had seemed to take notice of him too, not trying as hard to escape so it can focus its attention on the wasp. It still made it clear that it wouldn’t let you get away when you try to move your leg again and it applies force to its bite.

You grit your teeth not wanting the wasp to see you in pain.

“Stop moving before it manages to break your leg,” he warns.

You feel your blood run cold from the thought.

The gecko’s pupil follows him as he moves closer to its head.

“I'm going to get the gecko to open its mouth, then you need to move away quickly once it does."

“H-Huh?” Was the moth helping you?

He glares at you. “Just be ready to move your damn leg after I sting it.”

You tense and immediately nod your head from his harsh tone.

Right after you agree, he climbs up on top of the lizard's head. Before it can try to shake him off, the wasp presses his stinger into the crown of its head and his clawed fingers into the sides of its mouth.

The reptile resists for a moment before releasing its grip on your leg and trashing its head around to get to the wasp instead.

You quickly flitter backwards out of reach and the wasp jumps off before it can grab onto him next.

You immediately look down at your leg. Now that the teeth were out, more trials of blood pooled out of the wounds and down the sides of your thigh and onto the ground. Your calf was also in a similar condition.

Your breathing becomes labored and you barely register the wasp talking to you.

“--Let me help you back.”

He tries to get closer but you shake your head and try to scooch backwards. “No! Stay away! I--” you choke on your own words.

He watches you with furrowed brows as you try to stand up. You accidently press weight onto your wounded leg and pain shoots up the limb causing you to fall onto your side.

"Wait--"

You ignore the wasp and prop yourself up. You then quickly fly away from the area leaving him behind.

Shudders rack your body so badly you can barely fly straight. You feel the blood dripping down your leg and you yank off your scarf to press it to your thigh hoping that it would help even a little.

You fly faster not thinking about where you were heading, you just needed to get away from that place. Fortunately, you find yourself in front of Abilene’s home.

You weakly knock. Dark spots were forming in your vision but you try not to lean against the door. And it feels like forever before it finally opens.

When Abilene sees the state you're in, the amount of worry and fear that flash in their eyes is the greatest you’ve ever experienced. But that doesn’t stop them from jumping into action. They lead you inside and direct you to the couch before running into a different room.

At this point, the blood has seeped through your scarf and onto your bottom pair of hands. You try to lift your leg to avoid dirtying the couch even more but you only last a couple of seconds before you have to drop it. leaning back into the couch, you try to keep the exhaustion from putting you to sleep.

Your friend quickly comes back with cotton, water and strips of cloth.

After they place the bowl of water onto the table next to the couch, they crouch in front of you.

“I'm going to try to help stop the bleeding and then go get the medic.”

You weakly reach out for their arm. “N-No don't leave me.”

“You're safe here ____. I need to get a doctor to check out your leg and I’ll be right back, okay?”

They gently remove your hand after you nod but don't let go.

Abilene does their best to deal with your leg without causing you too much pain. But even a light graze was enough to make you flinch, so they were constantly whispering apologies throughout the whole process. You can see they were distressed and disturbed by the giant bite wounds on your leg but they don’t stop until they manage to get the bleeding to slow. They do a quick clean and hastily wrap a piece of cloth around your thigh and calf before they go out to find someone to help.

Once they leave, you feel much more tense even if your eyes were desperately trying to shut. In an attempt to keep yourself from panicking, you think about the random wasp that helped you. At least you're pretty sure that's what happened. You didn’t intend to stick around to figure it out, but now you partially feel guilty for the way you acted towards him.

Either way, if it weren't for him you’d probably be dead by now. Or one limb short.

You squeeze your eyes shut, as pain throbs behind your head. It had been hurting for a while but you were only really taking notice of it now. Your stomach turns, and all that fruit you ate before was starting to seem like a mistake.

Abilene doesn't take long at all so you luckily don't have to sit in your regrets for too long. The ladybug medic that they brought back immediately gets to work. She asks what happened and you explain vaguely while she carefully unwraps the bloodied cloth to inspect your thigh and calf.

After finishing cleaning the multiple wounds for you, the doctor applies a weird smelling cream that completely stops the bleeding and neatly rewrapps your leg with new bandages. She then leaves a jar of the cream, and a few rolls of cloth with you and tells you to change the bandages daily.

After the doctor’s gone you're still in pain but it feels much more controlled. Abilene approaches you.

“I'm going to set you up in my room for the next couple days so I can keep an eye on you.”

You nod. You didn't want to be left alone in your home anyways so this saved you the trouble of asking. “I can sleep on the couch--”

“Sorry, I’m not leaving you to sleep on this thing when you're injured,” Abilene says.

You were too tired to be stubborn so you decide to take a different course. “Let's compromise and share the bed.”

They sigh. “Okay but if I start getting restless at night I'm moving to the couch.”

The grasshopper helps you into their room and makes sure you're completely comfortable. They don’t show any worry on their face as they most likely wanted to keep the mood positive, but the way they fret over you is loud and clear so you do your best to assure them that you're doing okay even if that isn’t exactly the case.

You spend most of the day drifting in and out of sleep--your upsetting dreams being the main cause of waking you up. When you aren’t sleeping, Abilene keeps you company. Even though it had made you feel safer and made it easier to relax, part of you is dreading explaining how you even got in this situation. Not only did you not want to upset your friend but you also felt like it would be admitting to doing something wrong. Maybe you didn’t make the best choice but you weren’t sure if it was necessarily an incorrect one.

You try not to think about it, but later in the day these worries are proven to be valid.

“____?”

You turn towards Abilene sitting next to you on the bed. “Yea?”

“What--What exactly happened? “

Your shoulders tense and you bite your lip. You were hoping they would never ask but that was definitely foolish to expect.

“You know there was a gecko…”

“But there’s more right? How did you manage to escape?”

You hesitantly nod but struggle to speak.

“You know what it’s okay you don't need to tell me. I shouldn’t have asked so suddenly.”

“W-Wait, it’s okay. You asked cause you're worried. I just don’t really want to think too much about it is all." You fiddle with your fingers but continue. "I was taking a stroll around and found myself in an unfamiliar place. I was exploring and got...distracted.”

Abilene looks disappointed but you're not sure if it’s even directed at you.

“And an insect managed to help me. A wasp.”

Their expression goes from disappointment to shock. “A wasp?”

You nod in affirmation. “I was shocked too, and I’m actually still confused.”

Abilene looks like they're trying to process the information and you look off to the side not knowing what else to say.

“Well it’s a good thing they helped you. I’m r-really glad!” They smile to try to ease you but it isn’t a full one and their eyes look wet.

They completely change the subject. “What do you want to eat or drink? I’m sure you're hungry”

You decide not to point it out, lest your friend burst into tears, and simply smile back instead. “Actually, for once, I'm not.”

“Well let's still try to find something that's easy to get down, even if it’s just water.”

You nod. “As long as it isn’t wheat.”

They stick their tongue out at you. “Yea, yea no wheat.”

They get off the bed. “I'm going to go wash your scarf for you before it completely stains, then we can figure out what to do.”

-----

Unlike Abilene, you can't sleep. You stare at the ceiling watching the random shapes form in the dark while listening to your friend’s soft snores.

It was your second night at Abilene’s home and you were struggling with falling asleep again. And it wasn’t due to your friend’s snoring, and other than their arm accidentally smacking you in the face last night, you were fine sleeping next to them.

You reasoned the lack of sleep the first night was fair considering what had happened. But now you think it might be a mix of other reasons. Your body was already exhausted but it wouldn't go to sleep, like it wasn’t ready. But you were almost desperate to since sitting in the dark wasn’t exactly appealing.

You turn on your side. You at least wish you had someone to talk to to pass the time.

You spend a good chunk of the night staring at nothing in particular. By the time you finally fall asleep, dawn light is seeping into the bedroom.

Abilene shuffling around their home quickly wakes you up and you realize that you definitely need more rest but you also don’t want to spend anymore time trying to go back to sleep. You sigh and get from under the covers.

You rub at your eyes while you slowly fly into the main room.

“Morning…” you mumble.

“Morning!”

You almost grimace from their energy. Abilene was always a morning insect. Well most diurnal insects were. You were just becoming an anomaly apparently.

“You don't look too hot. Are you okay?”

You land on the couch. “...I’m struggling to go to sleep and the dark’s not helping.”

Abilene hums, thinking for a moment. “Didn't you say Bruno gifted you a glowing lantern?”

“Yea?”

They nod. “Okay I’m going to go pick it up for you later today, and hopefully it should help.”

You stutter not expecting that. “Thank you…”

“No problem. Now let's get some food in ya!”

Later in the day, Abilene places the glowing lantern on the small table next to the bed.

“Thank you for getting the lantern for me.”

“You’re welcome. I also picked up some other stuff for you too.”

They place your satchel they were carrying with them in your hands. You unbutton the bag and find your knitting supplies along with the sweater you had started for Bruno.

Your grin and Abilene returns it. “Oh my god, you're too good to me.”

“Oh please, I just saw your stuff sitting in the main room. It was nothing.”

“But still!”

You pull out the uncomplete sweater carefully unfolding it so you dont cause any of the knits to come loose.

“Is that for Bruno?” Abilene asks.

“How did you even manage to guess that?”

They shrug. “I haven't seen you knitting for awhile so...”

That was true, the last time you really did it was for a scarf that you gifted to Abilene and that was probably over a year ago.

“He walks around topless even in Winter! I had to do this.”

Abilene laughs, “I’d do the same if I had a body like that.”

You groan loudly, “STOP!”

Abilene laughs even harder.

You spend the rest of the day knitting on your own while Abilene continues preparing for winter. You tried to help but floating for long periods of time was tiring so your friend forces you back into their room.

The sweater was coming along. Bruno didn't seem like the type to wear loud colors to you so you decide to use an off white wool. You predict the most difficult thing would probably be the sleeves for you since you wanted to make the forearm parts removable, but a couple of buttons should suffice.

When it starts to get dark your lantern begins glowing allowing you to continue working. By the time Abilene comes to check on you the front and back are completely done. You’d do the sleeves when you went back home.

“Woah you worked on the sweater the whole time?”

“Yep!” You fold up the sweater and put it on the table next to your lantern. “It's really easy for the day to get away from you doing repetitive motions.”

“Well it looks like it will be nice and comfy.”

“I sure hope so. I want Bruno to never want to take it off. Also don’t worry, I’ll make you one next!”

“You already made me one though?”

“That was a long time ago though. I can make a better one.”

“Well, okay if you want,” they say. “Lets get your bandages changed.”

You carefully move your legs off the side of the bed so you can unwrap the cloth. It honestly looked gross but it was healing. And as long as you didn’t move it too much, press on it or bump it into anything, there wasn't too much pain.

After applying the cream and rebandaging up your thigh and calf, you leave the room to find something to drink and move around a bit before it’s time for what you were somewhat dreading--bed.

Abilene gets comfortable next to you. “Goodnight.”

“Night.”

They yawn. “If anything’s wrong just wake me up.”

You nod but you definitely weren't doing that. You were already taking up half their bed, so you really didn't want to disturb their sleep anymore.

They pull the cover over their head to block out the glow of the lantern and you move from your sitting position on the bed to lay down. It doesn't take long for you to hear their snores. They had to be the fastest being in existence at falling asleep.

As you stare into the mesmerizing glow your worries of the day seem to drift away, but inevitably your mind drifts to the one who gave you the lantern.

Were you going to explain this to him? No part of you wanted to but you weren’t sure if hiding it was the best idea or if you even could. You didn’t want him to be upset, but you mostly feared disappointment. All of this made you feel like you lied to him when reassuring him that you weren’t doing anything dangerous.

I was just exploring...

You force the thoughts away or you would start going in circles. You’d just have to cross that bridge when you got there.

You spend the next several days at Abilene’s. They keep you company while helping you tend to your wounds.

It was pretty nice and the routine was comforting. And slowly your sleep schedule transitions back to something more reminiscent to what you had before you met Bruno.

Sitting on the couch bundled in thick covers, you work on a new item you were knitting. It was another typical day. Another chilly day actually. Probably the coldest so far. Abilene sits at the other end of the couch, bundled in a collection of their own covers, reading one of their supernatural books.

It was pleasing hanging quietly together like this so often, but you were already trying to figure out when it would be best to leave. You couldn't keep encroaching on your friend like this even if they didn't think you were.

You hear knocking on the front door and Abilene complains before untangling themselves from their covers and leaving the room to go answer it. They come back pretty quickly but you continue your knitting without looking up.

“Um ____.”

“Yea?”

“Bruno’s outside.”

Your heart almost jumps out of your chest. “Wha--Don’t let him in here!”

“But--”

“No buts! I just--just tell him I'm okay!”

Abilene looks unsure. You can tell they don't want to turn away the moth but they nod reluctantly.

You breathe a sigh of relief. You weren't ready to cross the bridge yet!

The longer it takes the grasshopper to return the more you want to run into their room and hide.

Finally they return with a concerned expression.

“Bruno’s definitely not happy ____.”

You frown. “I-I’ll deal with it later…”

You didn't know exactly when ‘later’ would be though.

-----

“Are you sure you're okay by yourself?”

You try to give a reassuring smile. “Yea. Thank you for everything you've done for me, but I cant stay at your place forever.”

Abilene places down your satchel on your daybed for you while you find somewhere to put your lantern. “I mean you could,” they joke. “Well you know what to do if you need anything. And no wandering please!”

They give you a very stern look which you return with a nod. You definitely wouldn't be leaving your home much for a while.

They start to walk towards your door and you fly after them.

"Also don't forget your bandages!"

"I won't."

"And make sure you drink," they add.

"Now you're just stalling."

“Okay, okay...”

Abilene pulls you in for a hug which you gladly return. You do your best not to hold on too long though.

But you didn't want them to leave.

"See ya!"

"Bye Abby."

You shut the door behind them and let out a long sigh.

You do your best to keep yourself busy the whole day. With working on the sleeves of Bruno’s sweater and on your own top, you don't have much of a problem accomplishing that. But that leaves your mind open to wandering to various things and it usually ends up back on the wasp.

You couldn't stop thinking about him. As much as you preferred remembering as little about that day as possible, the wasp just stook out as weird. The way he acted, the way he even looked.

Along with him being albino, you had never seen a wasp with hair as long as that, or least not tied up in some way. There was also something else strange about him but you were struggling to place it. It bothers you so much that you have to stop what you're doing to dwell on it. When you finally place what was off you almost drop your sewing needle.

His wings. They were missing. You gulp considering the implications of this. Feeling more and more worse about how you acted towards him by the minute.

You continue sewing, but the thoughts won’t disperse. You have no idea how you're going to get through the night.

-----

After changing your bandages you lay down on your daybed and stare at the lantern. Maybe you'd sleep here instead of your bedroom.

You don't know how long you've been laying there, your mind completely blank, before you're brought back to reality by knocking on the door.

You sit there for a moment. There was only one person who would be here at this time. Maybe if you were quiet he’d go away.

You hear muffled speaking through the door. “___ I know you're in there I can see the light through your window.”

You almost facepalm yourself.

Sighing, you get up and go open the door.

Even though you had been avoiding him you couldn't help the relief you felt from seeing the moth. You missed him way more than you had realized. It hadn’t been that long right? Was this normal?

You hide your body partly behind the door so you can keep your weight off your right leg.

"Hello," you say but you can't hold eye contact.

"Hi."

Bruno doesnt say anything more and just stares at you like he's trying to read your mind, leaving you nervous and awkward.

"Um….do you need something?"

"It’s been awhile since we’ve seen each other and I was wondering if you want to go back to the forest clearing with me.” He gestures towards his bag. "We can even gather.”

"….I don't want to go outside right now."

Bruno’s expression slightly softens and he holds out his hand to you. “I know. It’s okay I won't let anything touch a single scale on your wings.”

You know that's supposed to reassure you but it almost does the complete opposite. Bruno definitely knew more about what happened than you would like, but for some reason you try to convince yourself otherwise.

You swallow your discomfort and nod. “O-Okay, let me just get my stuff."

"Need help?"

"No just wait here…"

Bruno tries to say more but you gently close the door. You didn't want him to get suspicious of you constantly flying to do anything.

Once you have your bag and canisters you take a deep breath and meet the moth outside once more. You ignore the pain in your leg as you walk towards him. Bruno insists on taking your bag so you hand it over since you really want to get off your feet as soon as possible.

"Oh wait, let me get my lantern!"

After you go back to get your lantern, Bruno grabs your hands and pulls you up to immediately start flying and he looks like he wants to say something.

"What's wrong?" you ask.

"I know what happened."

You almost feel a cold sweat form on your back. "...What do you mean?"

Bruno's frown deepens. "With the gecko."

You accidently clench your hands in Bruno's. There was no point denying anymore. "H-How? Did Abby tell you?"

"Abbacchio told me."

You squint trying to figure out how that worked, but realization dawns on you in a matter of seconds. The wasp you saw--that saved you.

"Shit."

Bruno suddenly drops your hands. "Lets go."

That catches you off guard but you follow after him. He's very quiet the whole flight and you think he might be mad but it’s somewhat hard to tell.

When you both reach the forest clearing it's even more beautiful than the last time since it was more visible with the moon out. The two of you land on one of the Daturas and the moth immediately starts gathering, but you just watch him for a while.

The tension in the air was too hard to ignore.

"….Bruno?"

He quietly turns towards you waiting for you to speak.

"Er…Are you mad?"

He raises a brow at you before sighing. "I was worried when you weren't at your home for a few days. So I asked around and came to Abilene's house--” His brows furrow. “--but they wouldn't let me see you--you didn’t want to see me.”

You grimace from your behavior. In your attempt to not have to explain and upset Bruno you just made things worse. You already knew this would happen but you decided to keep going.

And for what?

You look down, unable to look the moth in the eye.

"That was definitely not my smartest moment. I-I'm sorry. I caused you all this stress."

His hum sounds unconvinced.

"I'm really super sorry, I swear!"

His frown deepens and he looks hurt. “Why’d you try to pretend with me?"

You feel the familiar burning behind your eyes but you try to keep calm, you didn't want to do that. You wanted to keep this as a coherent conversation.

"I didn't want you to worry or be disappointed in me but I definitely made it worse."

"You did." He pats the spot next to him "Come here.”

You fly over and sit next to the moth, glad to stop flying.

He’s quiet for a moment before speaking. “Sorry I'm not trying to upset you, I’m just a little frustrated. Even if I’m “disappointed” I care more about your well being.”

You nod. “I shouldn't have done that to you...I guess I still need to work on the ‘being forward’ thing.” And you had been doing pretty well too.

“We’re both working on that. I’m not exactly an open book.”

The moth leans back on a hand and looks down at your leg. “How’s your leg?”

You guess he was done talking about this. At least you know the air was clear now. You're kind of surprised that it didn't take that long to resolve and it makes you internally sigh at you hiding your injury so adamantly in the first place.

“Well..it's healing. The doctor gave me some strange smelling cream. It hurts when I walk on it though but it’s getting better.”

“Yea I could tell from how you were grimacing before.”

You awkwardly smile. Guess your acting could use some work.

“But that’s good...I hope you're being safe.”

“I definitely won't be wandering again anytime soon.”

The moth squints his eyes, skeptical. “So you're going to do it again?”

“Well definitely not by myself that's for sure.”

“____, you're going to give me a heart attack.“ Bruno says. You can hear the warning tone seeping into his words though.

“Kidding! I'll stick to places that aren't abandoned.”

“That sounds better….Oh by the way--” Bruno digs out a very familiar canister from his own bag and hands it to you.

“Ah! I thought this was gone for good! Did Abbacchio get it?”

It even had the Tuberose liquid still in it.

Bruno nods. “Once we pieced together that it was you he ran into he gave it to me.”

“Oh. Uh can you tell him thank you. Like really thank you, he saved my life and I’m sorry for yelling at him. I was really afraid…”

“He already figured that, but I’ll give him your thanks and that you're okay. I'm sure that will make him happy.”

“Really?”

“Of course.” He smirks, “He loves praise, even if he tries to act like it doesn't matter to him.”

You laugh a little. “I'm really glad he happened to be in that area, when I was there too!”

“With all the pots right?”

“Pots? Do you mean those colorful containers with the flowers in them?”

The moth nods. “Abbacchio likes to hang out there during the Autumn, because it’s quiet.”

“I’m not trying to tell him what he should and shouldn’t do, but maybe he should pick a better place…”

“That's what I said but he won’t listen.” The moths slightly frowns, “And If he wants to go, I can't stop him.”

“B-But he doesn't have--he can't fly.”

“I know. At least I know he can defend himself.”

You nod thinking how he managed to force the gecko to let go, but still there's only so much someone could do if they're actually grabbed. And it was much harder to get away for insects who couldn’t fly. You were sure Bruno already knew this though. But at the same time you could kind of see why the wasp went over there though. If it weren't for all that happened you’d have visit the place several times by now.

“I think, maybe one day I should meet him, properly. I mean if he wants to...”

Bruno’s eyes widen, “Really?”

You nod.

“Oh...okay.” Bruno gives you a bit of a goofy smile, and if there were any feelings to back out, they're completely gone now.

The moth gets to his feet.

“Are we leaving already?”

“No I’m going to fill our canisters.”

You move to stand too.

“You can sit there, it won't take long--And no point trying to argue.”

You close your mouth and exhale. You were tired anyways.

“Fine...and thanks.”

“You're welcome.”

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A/N: I’m sorry, I had planned that for a really long time!

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iero · 4 years ago

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The mcr fandom confuses me so much, I never know/understand if people are upset with the guys for something or if it’s just a joke. Nothing in particular just things like “i hate [member] for ... “ and I’m like is this real or not?? So many fandoms I’ve been in lately have turned out to be not so good so I’m just hypersensitive/aware because I don’t want to be disappointed again and it’s making me so anxious :( (not you though, I really like your blog!)

Did we ever figure out why the return symbols represented each band member? Why is Gerard clarity/candle? Why is ray Devotion/the sun, etc etc the implications of frank being sacrifice/drop of blood and Mikey being courage/the hand I kind of get but what does it mean? What does it all mean?

I’m sorry I just needed to vent, because I like to know if someone’s done something genuinely bad or if it’s just “I hate them as a joke but really I do like them”. Sorry I’m rambling I know, I just don’t have anyone to talk about this with. Again sorry for bothering you, I hope you have a good day, you do deserve it 💛

So sorry that this is so late! I got off Tumblr to watch a football game, ha. I’m gonna answer all your asks as one big one if that’s okay?

WIth Tumblr and people saying “I hate *this member* for...” I find that it’s usually a joke. Unless it’s for something that is genuinely bad then yeah, I don’t doubt that they actually hate them. That or they (the person saying it) just sound like they’re really serious. It’s really hard on a website like this to figure out if someone is being disingenuous or not. I do find that people LOVE to say they “hate” a person even though they are a big fan of them on here and a bunch of social media. I do it sometimes myself with Frank. I’ll be like, “I hate him. 😌” because he posted something silly or whatnot, and in reality, he’s, like, one of my favorite human beings in the world. I hear you on bad fandoms though and I’m sorry you’ve had your fair share of them. Some can be really toxic and I usually distance myself from stuff like that personally. Every fanbase definitely has their bad (or downright cringey, full of drama, etc.) side and I always try to stay away, especially on this site. I come on here to blog about stuff I love, not get in fights or stir up drama with people with the same interests. But, as long as you’re able to actually distance yourself from that while still being respectful to others, you should be fine! Thank you though! I appreciate that last part!

About your second ask, I actually don’t recall seeing any fan theories that did suggest that every symbol stands for a band member. That’s honestly new to me! I always just thought that the symbols stood for the band as a whole. I’m honestly the worst person to ask about that because I truly did not know that. I cannot be of any help whatsoever there. I’m sorry. I hope someone sees this and actually can link a post or say something in the replies because now I’m curious too, ha.

Oh no, don’t be sorry at all! That’s what I’m here for and I’m down for anyone to vent in my ask anytime! I appreciate you coming to me too. Like I said, it usually is a joke, but sometimes, it’s not. It’s just one of those things you have to use your better judgment for and even if you have to send a reply/ask like, “Do you actually hate them?” because you just don’t know then you should! I’m sorry that you don’t have anyone to talk to about all this. That’s a shame. If you want to talk more about this, feel free to send me a DM/another ask if you’d like! I’d be happy to answer! Don’t apologize for anything you’ve sent me up to this point at all. I love talking to people. I hope you’re having an amazing day/night yourself! You deserve it too! ❤️

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Anonymous or not, always sign yourself with a nickname and your zodiac sign. Normally, the sun sign is fine, but if you are interested in exploring a specific area, since we cannot interact personally, knowing what sign is associated with a particular celestial body based on your birth can also help me. If you don't know what I'm talking about, use a [natal chart calculator] or just stick to your sun sign. Otherwise, here’s a quick summary of planetary associations:

MOON is for emotions and dreams

MERCURY is for career and communication

MARS is for physical activity and health

VENUS is only for the artistic field, since I don't do love readings

JUPITER is for justice and attitude towards others

SATURN is for introspection and personal growth

Due to the time and energy required for a single reading, the selfless nature of my service, and my personal commitments, I’ll respond to 2 readings per day, giving priority to the oldest. It may take a couple of days for me to respond to your request, so please be patient. If you're in a hurry, however, there are plenty of other witches on tumblr who give priority to paid requests.

🔐 RESTRICTIONS

In my practice I tend to consider myself eclectic, but online reading unfortunately has various limitations; for instance some spreads which require actions or choices made on the spot are not practicable. I’ve also decided not to read about relationships or connections of any kind: they cost me a lot of effort, plus doing them remotely is not very effective. I’m available for questions that strictly concern you and your environment, no third parties involved. I’m sorry… Nonetheless, I keep [this post] up to date with simple methods to read independently on love affairs and connections between souls. tl;dr: Let’s keep this about yourself!

I also can't stress enough that divination can give you an opinion about health concerns and legal matters: it – and I – will never tell you «do this and that» or «you’ll be just fiiiiine, trust the staaaars». I believe that you make your own fate. And that Medicine and Law are often more valid than a decoction or a consultation with a stranger. Arcana – as any divination tool – can only give advices, or show you paths you might not have seen yet. They’re not used to predict the future – at least not in my practice. So please don't ask me «will this or that happen?» or «will I die tomorrow?». The best question to ask a diviner never has a simple yes or no answer. I'm not Cassandra, I'm just a guy with a penchant for the occult!

💱 DO UT DES

Helping people is like a hobby to me, so this is a free service! Do ut des is Latin for ‘choosing to give in order to receive’.

You can show your gratitude by simply reblogging the reading itself – unless you prefer anonymity – or even one of my [spells], [tarot spreads] or [lessons]. If possible, write a honest feedback. I’d like to know if my readings was useful or not, so… just tell me! I also appreciate some company: I’m here for you, but it’s sad to feel used only for readings. I’m a sociable and honest creature, not a toy, so every now and then feel free to virtually sit with me and, you know, talk..! If you have a hard time starting a conversation, I sometimes reblog cute [ask me games] to always have topics available. Or, if you find something that has to do with one of my posts, please send it to me: It's like feeding me knowledge!

In any case, if you don’t get something from the reading / I did not explain myself very well / you got other doubts – or simply want to natter with me – my mailbox’s always open!

🃏 MY DECKS

GOLDEN BOTTICELLI TAROT {Nature: gentle, composed, kind} «It may be testing, but you can do it!»

PENNY DREADFUL TAROT {Nature: outspoken, frank} «Black or white. There’s no in between.»

PRISMA VISIONS TAROT {Nature: dreamy, moony, nostalgic} «The answer might be where you’d never looked for… or maybe right in front of you!»

IMPRESSIONIST TAROT {Nature: clear, straight to the point} «This is the situation, and here are some options you might want to consider!»

STAINED GLASS TAROT [default] {Nature: lively, imaginative} «Don't get down... Let's try to understand together!»

RED JACK’S EYE DECK {Nature: schematic, relaxing, traditional} Just a deck of poker cards I use for old granny’s divination. «One, two, three, four, five, once I caught a fish alive...»

🐝 MY TAROT SPREADS

find a way (10 cards) [not for requested readings]

Next Week (8+ cards)

Star of Truth (6 cards)

#my post #Eos #requested readings #free tarot reading #witchblr

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meltwonu · 5 years ago

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drabble FAQ

hello! popping this in real quick bc I’ve gotten these q’s in my inbox/DM a few times now so I figured I’d just answer some of these in case y’all were curious! if you have any other general q’s you think I should answer here, please feel free to let me know! 💕

PLAY MY DRABBLE GAME HERE | ASK

Updated: June 19th 2020

will you write for other groups? can I request for other groups?

- sadly, I cannot. :( I’ve gotten a few msgs in my inbox and some DMs abt it but the reason why I don’t is bc I used to, back like 5 years ago, and I used to write for groups I had no knowledge about and it kind of killed my drive for writing bc I essentially was just writing and inserting names without knowing the idol’s actual personality or anything and I want to avoid doing that again!

how come you haven’t done my request yet?

- I’m not going in order, and I’m trying to spread out the members and prompts since some have more requests than others! I’m sorry it’s taking so long 😩 I also try to not have the same prompts posted so close to each other as well! I like to do different combinations~

should I send it again?

if you don’t see your request answered yet, please don’t send it again, the chances that I got it are 100% but like I said, I’m not going in any particular order at all~ and double messages kind of clog my inbox and make it hard for me to keep track 😭

are you still taking requests?

- technically yes! I have a ton to go through so you’re more than welcome to send one in but like I mentioned before, I only post once a day, twice if I'm feeling hella inspired, and I don’t write very quickly and sometimes I get too into certain ones they turn into whole ass fics ☠️

I sent in a request with no prompts!

- I know I might’ve answered one or two that didn’t have prompts in the past but from here on out, I won’t be answering requests unless they have prompts.

Can we get a sequel to that one drabble?

- If you send in a request with prompts and ask for it to be a continuation from another drabble, sure! Generally I'll be ignoring any “can I get a sequel” asks from now on as well unless it’s a drabble request with prompts~

#faq #for the curious!

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btssavedmylifeblr · 5 years ago

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Hi! Your blog is awesome and I'm curious about how you got started making it: What inspired you to start a blog? Why BTS out of all the groups you like? How you got your blog out there once you'd started it? How it's affected you in the rest of your life? I'm in general just really curious about this because you're an awesome writer and seem like a really cool and interesting person! I'd appreciate answers to these and any other questions of the sort if you feel comfortable! Have a great day!!

Waah, you’re so sweet! I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to get back to you!!

What inspired you to start a blog?

I described my BTS origin story and fanfiction origin story in this post. Those are the moments that led me to start posting fanfiction to AO3.

My journey to Tumblr started with a particular obsession with whether or not Yoongi and Hoseok were in love with each other and a need to preserve an archive of all potential Yoonseok moments. So I had about six months here where I was just silently reblogging Sope gifs and lurking. Then when my first series ended on AO3, I decided to post the whole story here as well and launched my actual Tumblr presence as “Bee”. @dark-muse-iris was my main inspiration for wanting to post on Tumblr in addition to AO3. I silently worshipped her from a distance for like six months before working up the courage to talk to her. Then I modeled most of my blog after hers.

Why BTS out of all the groups you like?

I like lots of groups, but I have never loved a group the way I love BTS. I loved them so much (and Jungkook in particular) that I had to write stories about them just to process my emotions. That is still the main purpose to my writing.

How you got your blog out there once you'd started it?

I have some advice on getting blogs noticed here and here. My writing got better with practice, which helped me get more attention. I also reblogged stories from authors I enjoyed and sent DMs to people that thought would have things in common with me and wrote great stuff. Eventually some larger blogs took notice of me and reblogged my stuff. Then Void happened and my blog exploded.

How it's affected you in the rest of your life?

Oh man, in so many ways!! I have a whole bunch of friends that I met here on Tumblr that I now know in real life. I have so many more adult women friends that support me than I used to have. I have a Patreon with an audience of people willing to support me financially which has led to me exploring the idea of trying to become a full-time author. I let myself have time to pursue creative hobbies and do things that are just for fun, instead of only thinking about work. My sex life is better cause my husband reads all my smut. So many positive benefits!

I hope that answers your questions! Feel free to send more! 💜💜💜

#about me #Anonymous

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shinytalent903-blog · 5 years ago

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The Introduction of Addison West.

My DM invites me into the party, gives me a brief rundown of the world and such, and I come up with a character. I have a great love of writing, even if I am not that great at it, so I wrote a brief introduction to send to me DM.

They really enjoyed it, and they even used the NPC that I introduced as a main NPC in our campaign. I hope that someone else reads it and likes it too.

*****

Target: Addison Eleanor West.

Payment: 500,000 credits upon proof of completion.

*********************************************

Addison West loves The Luxe. This multi-level club in the silver district is wall to wall bodies, no matter the night, their VIP area is always open to her, and possibly the best of all she went to school with Alexis (DJ LX Sm00th) and he constantly kept her favourite tracks in reserve.

Tonight with a week until the Centennial Celebration the place is quiet. Addison can normally lounge in VIP and not see the bar for the crush of people, now everyone passing by can make eye contact and smile hopefully.

Addison taps violet nails on a glass filled with a lavender drink, a subtle signal to Matteo that she would love another.

Matteo gives her a look before puffing out his barrel chest and heading to the bar. Matteo is an old school body guard, been with her family since before she was born, and he could still snap a guy in half for looking at her the wrong way. Still sometimes Addison forgets that there are streaks of silver in his well oiled black hair.

Matteo likes to remind Addison that he is not an errand boy, that the West Corporation hires interns to fetch and carry for her. Addison always fires back with a reminder that an intern won't take a bullet for her.

The VIP area is empty save for her and while normally this is the time of the evening that Addison would start inviting people over, tonight something feels different. When Matteo brings her a fresh drink she thanks him with a smile, despite her mother's belief that Addison disrespects the West Family staff Addison has great respect for Matteo.

Like right now, Alexis is taking a break between sets and he is bee lining toward her. Matteo knows without her having to say a word to stand in front of the entrance and stare Alexei down like the immovable brick wall he is.

“Addi, love, call off your dog and let me come say hello?”

“Don't call me that. Matteo answers to mother, he is deaf to me. Isn't that right Matteo?”

Matteo grunts and continues his dead stare.

“Fine, fine, but you owe me a date Miss West.”

Matteo snorts, and Addison gives her camera ready smile. “IM me the details Lex.” she says before blowing him a kiss.

Soothed Alexis leaves and misses Addison rolling her eyes at her bodyguard as Matteo gives her the signal. The reason that Luxe holds her interest is that there is an almost nightly card game and finally, finally a seat was free at the table.

Lucien Spires took the job because Mallory West didn't give him room to say no. Lucien had no interest in killing some girl, but the amount of zeroes on that cheque were very convincing.

Taking a passing look in the glass as he exits the room he catches sight of the charcoal suit, the red tie, and the polish on his shoes and smirks. Green eyes stare back at him.

If Mrs West really wants to plan a funeral so close to the Centennial that's not his problem.

The Luxe has barely opened it's doors and Lucien has a seat at the table, he has to wait for the target to arrive, and then gain her seat at the table. The hosts like to keep her waiting, and for some reason the target doesn't seem to mind.

When the asset finally breezes in, smile fixed in place, she jokes about a table full of new faces to take credits from. It falls flat, and yet the target just fixes a feline smile to her darkened purple lips and picks up her hand.

*****

"She recently fixated on the colour purple. She will do this, you understand? Chase a particular interest only to give it up once it's been bled dry. I believe it has to do with her father's penchant for spoiling her."

"Ma'am, I don't know why that's relevant."

"Hmm?" Mallory West raises a perfect eyebrow at Lucien "Well I hope you would use the information provided to accurately identify your target."

"Ma'am, no offence, but everyone on Starbright knows your daughter, even with her recent hairstyle choice."

Of course only the impossibly rich could be this impossibly ignorant. Addison’s face had been all over the feeds when she dyed her blonde tresses a soft lavender, and shaved one side of her head.

Mallory West flinches, her children were clearly crafted in her image, and Addison is the one that constantly shifts and changes to not reflect her mother, but herself.

Addison was three hundred up overall, but this hand was not her hand. Worse still Matteo kept pacing in her peripheral vision throwing off her concentration. When she finally folds with a curse, tossing her cards on the table there's a moment when Addison doesn't understand why her cards hitting the table sounded like a gunshot.

The other woman at the table doesn't pause, she draws a las pistol from the small of her back and fires at the set of jowls that originally fired at Matteo.

"She's my contract, best back off old man."

Addison has grown up around guns. Matteo insisted on teaching her how to shoot, and Addison is awful at it but she understands gun fire, is familiar enough not to panic.

In an instant the table is on it's side and Addison is crouched on the sticky floor of a back room gambling den and wonder how in the constellations she got here.

*****

Well that's an interesting development. Lucien had been planning on making a move, just not something quite so bold.

The older gent at the table, he'd called himself Henry, had taken the guard out first. Smart, Matteo Delano was old school, and protective of his charge. He was also a legend in the underground boxing league, if you followed that sort of thing.

The woman (she didn't give a name so Lucien had been calling her Blondie) at the table had drawn Henry's attention, she had a laz pistol and knives for days. Good. Let them fight this out. Lucien would focus on- shit! Where did she go?

The burning sensation in his shoulder indicated that Blondie took exception to him trying to evac.

*****

Addison knows The Luxe's layout better than she knows the layout of her parent's penthouse. There is a service corridor, it leads to a set of stairs, and those stairs get you to an observation deck on the top level of the club.

Right now that's what Addison is focused on, get to the deck, be seen, and draw attention to herself.

There was a reason that those... what do you call someone trying to kill you? Criminals? Hitmen?

Assassins?

'Snap out of it West.' She gives herself a shake and starts pulling off her wine coloured heels in case she needs to run.

As she does Addison whispers "Call A."

There is a ringing in her ear “You've reached the messaging service of Armstrong West, if this is time sensitive please leave a message after the tone. Thank you.”

“A, dammit. If you're screening my calls I'm going to kill you.

********

Lucien chuckles, the first call of the night that Addison makes and it's a hurried call to her brother.

He wonders why she didn't call a security team, or even her father, odd that she would instead phone her brother.

“Listen bro, there's trouble. Matteo got shot, I'm on my way to you. I just gotta get out of here first.

I'm in the back corridor. A, please be careful. Stay put!”

Addison has no idea that this message isn't reaching her brother. Lucien rerouted all her calls to his own private line.

Lucien snakes his way out of the room, stepping over Blondie's unconscious form, leaving Harry bleeding out on the floor. There's a growing respect for this mark. Lucien looses his tie, and messes up his hair.

Hopefully he can sell this.

*****

Addison whips around glaring down the corridor, one shoe off and stumbling to wrench off the second. “Stay away from me.”

“Wait, please, what the hell,” and to really sell it Lucien winces with the pain in his shoulder. “what happened in there?”

Addison squints at him, and Lucien doesn’t know when he started referring to the mark by her name, but it doesn’t suit her.

“Well those two were plants, clearly something is going on.” Addison approaches, and angrily tears at the hem of her dress, it’s a deep shade of violet that off sets just how pale her tube engineered skin truly is. “Hold still.”

Lucien hisses for real this time as she wraps the wound.

“It won’t help for long, but it should be enough to get you out. On that note, we should move. Now.”

Addison heads for the stairs, and this should be the point where Lucien takes his snub nose from his ankle holster and puts one in the back of her head instead he finds himself asking

“How did you learn to do this?” He gestures to his shoulder.

They are halfway up the stairs before she answers “Matteo, my bodyguard, he taught me. He figured if I was going to go to these places that I needed some survival skills to back myself up.”

Lucien pauses on the stairs. “My name-”

“I don’t want to know. Just keep moving.”

“I know yours Miss West, it’s only proper that I give you my name in exchange.”

Addison just keeps climbing silently fuming, and yes being shot at kick starts ones adrenaline but Lucien had been expecting a whiny brat, one that went to pieces at the first sign of trouble, he hadn’t expected someone prepared to dress a wound, someone with a contingency plan.

“Listen when I get you out of this, then you can give me your name handsome, til then just accept my apology for getting you shot.”

“How do you know they were there for you?” Lucien is genuinely curious.

“I can buy one new face at that table, but three? No. Plus they took Matteo out first. Matteo was ex private military, an ex heavyweight boxer, and has been my shadow since I started school.

Everyone who knows my family knows I don’t leave my apartments without Matteo to watch out for me. Father’s orders.”

Lucien nods, clearly even Mallory West underestimates her daughter’s intellect.

“Okay, I’ll give you that.”

*********

Addison shoulders the door open and slips through, the crowd is really going now and all she can do is hope that there aren’t any more surprises waiting for her.

Mr Suit and Tie is following her, and she does feel bad that he got shot but she knows that getting worked up won’t help the situation.

“I called my brother, he’ll meet us somewhere safe. From there we can get you home.” Addison has been at card tables since she was 12, she got thrown out of her first school for running a less than legal card game and now she watches Suit and Tie’s face and something twists in her stomach.

Addison had just spent an hour with the man, and even when he’d been 500 credits in the hole he hadn’t broken a sweat. Now those vivid green eyes won’t meet her own cosmetically enhanced violet ones and she begins to wonder but decides to let things play out. Being a West meant knowing how to play the game.

“Uh Miss West, shouldn’t we get a Sec team?” Addison shakes her head, chuckling quietly.

“Drop the Miss, eh? Just West will be fine.” Addison can’t decide if this guy is trouble, or if he is Mr Wrong Place, Wrong Time.

“Okay West, where to?”

They make it to the front entrance of Luxe before she hears the tell tale crackle of an energy rifle.

Addison hasn’t fired one, but she’s heard them before, and now she smells burning.

“We gotta move.” Addison feels herself shoved out the door and into a mostly deserted corridor.

The burning smell stays with them and as she hauls Suit and Tie toward a set of silver elevator doors.

When the doors seal shut Suit and Tie slumps against the wall and he has both hands pressing to a fresh burn on his side.

“Maybe they are after you handsome.” A grim smile through gritted teeth greets her, there’s a sheen of sweat on his pale face.

“Lucien. It’s Lucien Spires.”

“I thought I said to keep it to yourself until we were in the clear.”

“I know, but maybe there’s something else you should know West.” Addison already knows.

Dammit.

“So you wanna collect on me now, or wait till those doors open?”

“I was thinking I would let you go.”

“Sure, at least tell me what the pay cheque would have been? Please tell me that you weren’t going to take less than a mill” Studying the shifty look on Lucien’s face Addison shakes her head

“What? Did they short change you? Damn. My stocks alone are worth at least 800 thou in credits. I’m disappointed in you Spires.” He starts laughing, which turns to a hacking cough.

“500 thousand credits, upon proof of completion.”

“I’m deeply hurt, that’s my monthly bookie allowance.” The doors open and showing a surprising amount of care Addison hooks an arm around Lucien’s torso and lets him lean on her as they try to hustle.

“Let’s get you patched up while you decide once and for all whether to collect or not.”

Addison had done this more than once, flipped someone from a hater into a follower, and while she isn’t sure that having a hitman on the payroll will increase her portfolio she sure hopes it will deter anyone else from taking a shot.

There’s a red dot at her feet, and then two, and then five. Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Okay Spires, when I say run, you gotta haul ass, got it?” Lucien grits his teeth and nods. Addison isn’t sure that her new hitman will make it but since he had been planning on killing her for far less than what she is worth Addison doesn’t know if she is too worried.

*****

There’s a blur of varying shades of purple that moves down the mostly steel corridor and Lucien is doing his best to stay upright, and follow. Shots erupt behind them, and everywhere feeds are talking about “an electrical accident at a local club” because of course the Sec Team is spinning the story away from station wide panic.

A door slides open and he almost misses her dive into the opening, before he is being pulled inside with her.

“Confession time West, I intercepted the call you made to your brother.” Addison is at a console and he isn’t sure what she’s doing. “Figured that’s what happened. Sending him something now.”

“Is that safe?” Lucien is slumped on the ground, the left half of him on fire.

“It is when it’s from my father’s terminal. Now let’s see about getting you a med kit.”

Soon enough painkillers are being stabbed into his right shoulder and the familiar floating feeling has kicked in. Lucien begins to fight sleep, but he can’t. The black is all encompassing and he finally gives in and lets it take him.

When his eyes drift open there’s a scrap of paper in his hand, and it has to be from Addison because paper is more precious than gold on this station, and nobody else would think to waste it. Sure enough the ink is a sparkly purple, it looks more like lipstick than pen.

“This isn’t over Spires. We’ll be in touch.” -West

**********

“Addi, are you sure you’re okay?” Armstrong is standing over her in his kitchen, trying to inspect his sister for any sign that she isn’t herself.

“Listen A, I told you, I’m fine. Grab the bread would you?" Hip bumping her twin out of her way as she opens the fridge and starts pulling out meat, cheese, lettuce, and a tomato.

“Sandwiches? Are you seriously eating at a time like this? SOMEONE TRIED TO HAVE YOU KILLED?”

“And I am a growing girl A, I gotta keep my strength up. What if my blood pressure drops right when I need to run for my life?” Her twin frowns as he hands her bread, and butter.

“I can’t believe Matteo’s gone.” In that one moment she cracks a little, her voice softens, and her chin wobbles.

“Addi, it’s okay. It’s going to be okay.” The West twins weren’t raised to be affectionate. They found out a few years ago that they were only twins because their parents thought it would be efficient to just raise them both at once.

That doesn’t stop her brother from awkwardly rubbing her back as she assembles a pair of towering sandwich monuments.

They stand opposite each other in Armstrong’s kitchen, leaning on opposite benches with their feet just touching. Her toes are painted plum and his are in a pair of slippers as they silently consume what look to be mouth watering sandwiches.

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