#it tasted like crunchy grass

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He came across her in a little forest clearing, lit up by the dazzling afternoon sun peeking through the leafy canopy. He licks his lips, eyes craning over her soft, bouncy ears, her fluffy puffy little tail, her stature, clearly smaller than his own. She dressed in a pretty, dainty frock, the hem pooling around her knees and weaving into the lush green grass below. She was a darling little bunny, plucking away at patches of flowers, roping them into a silly little crown.

The sweet kiss of the golden hour showered over her skin. She was almost too pretty to taste. Almost.

Wriothesley carefully stalks the clearing, maneuvering around the crunchy leaves and sticks that decorate the forest floor. His bushy tail swished, barely containing the excitement of the hunt. The poor, unassuming bunny hums away, pressing her nose into a soft, petalled flower, effectively sneezing from the pollen. Something in his chest swells, something other than hunger. He narrows his eyes, sitting in the deep dark that the woods provided, hiding in plain sight, watching the little bunny unashamed. He ought to pounce. Catch her off guard and devour the poor bunny before she even realizes he was there. But what was the fun in that?

He stalks forward, slowly revealing himself from the thick dark brush of the forest. The soft rustle of his movements makes the bunny stall, suddenly halting her actions. Her ears stuck up, turning with the noise of the woods in an attempt to pinpoint him. He watches her eyes, darting into every corner of the clearing, her breath elevated - He could practically see her heart bursting out of her chest. Wriothesley nearly chuckles, amused at the silly bunny, how unaware she was of his location, practically in front of her. He relished in the feeling, the anticipation, the second-hand stress from the scared little prey.

“Now, what's a sweet, little thing like you doing out here all alone?” He quips, finally stalking his way out of the woods. The little bunny was frozen in place, unmoving apart from her rapidly heaving chest. Perhaps she thought he couldn't see her so long as she stayed still. Silly little thing. Wriothesley stalks towards the little bunny, his stature nearly three times as large as she was, his shadow almost engulfs the light of the setting sun. He paints her in near darkness with his tall, dark features.

“I… I-” The silly bunny could barely get her words out, throat stuttering around her vocal cords, wobbling her voice in fear. Something within Wriothesley trembles, a sick elation, he could practically smell it; The scent of absolute terror oozing from this little bunny girl. He places his hands on his hips, feigning innocence.

“You know there’s wolves out here, little bunny.” Wriothesley cocks his head and grins sideways, revealing his thick, sharp canines. The girl barely nods, eyes glazing over with a soft sheen of teary wetness.

“I.. I need to go-” She makes a move, an attempt to dash into the safety of the wooded forest. The silly bunny's efforts are futile, Wriothesley quickly snatches the poor girl right up. He pins her by her arms, his heavy thighs pressing into her hips. She attempts to kick, to struggle and worm her way out. Her efforts proved useless, she was stuck, trapped under his heavy body.

"Ah-Ah.. Settle, little one.. Don't make this harder for me.. Behave for Wriothesley~." He comes close to her face, breath warm on her skin. The little bunny squeaks, fat salty tears roll down the apples of her cheeks, staining them in a soft trail. Wriothesley tuts in mock sympathy, licking his thick tongue over her cheek, tasting the salty residue of her little tears. The bunny girl cries in exhaustion, tired from squirming and wriggling in his grasp. Wriothesley chuckles darkly, leaning over the poor helpless bunny, fangs out ready to take a bite into her soft, fleshy shoulder, trembling from her soft tears and beating heart.

Wriothesley pauses. His nose catches something, a soft, sweet scent, unlike the blossoming flowers that surrounded the clearing. He can't help but investigate, pressing his nose into the little bunny's skin, sniffing over her trembling body. He holds her down, digging his nose into her hair, her neck, into her chest and below. He catches her wincing every time his nose pokes at her, the scent becomes frustratingly stronger with every graze. His sniffing comes to an abrupt stop near the little bunny's core. Wriothesley exhales sharply, the soft, sweet scent nearly attacks his nose, forcing the cogs in his brain to start turning.

"Am I exciting you, little Bunny?" Wriothesley finds himself above the girl once again. His palm rests on her cheek, thumb caressing over her trembling lips. Her soft, rapid breath huffs against his thumb, running a sharp spike right to his groin.

"Please.. M-Mister Wolf… Let me go.." The little bunny manages a full sentence. Wriothesley ponders her request, hunger fully dissipated and replaced with a new craving. Something.. Sweet.

"Let you go..? I'll just catch you again.. Little one.." His head shakes, voice light and airy, drenched in a false sense of comfort. Gods, her expressions got him going. The cute owlish look she gives him, brows pitched up, eyes wide and confused.

"Please.. m'sorry… mean no fuss.." She shakes her head, rabbit ears wobbling with her actions. He feels her thighs squeeze against his waist in a cute little attempt to hold herself. He hears her little whimpers, her sweet attempt to mute her chippering warbles. She hiccups and sniffles, steadily working herself further into a panic. Ah, bunnies. Such silly little creatures. Their instincts run wild, Wriothesley was surprised she hadn’t bumped her pretty self against his groin.

“Hmm..” Wriothesley purposely drawls the noise out, faking a pondering look.

"I'll give you a head start" He gives her the sweetest expression he could muster, pulling back and sitting on his knees. He watches the silly bunny's face contort in confusion, eyebrows raising, eyes blinking away.

“..What…?” Her small voice squeaks. There's a soft breeze that passes by, pulling Wriothesley’s fluffy ears with it. Then, dead silence. Wriothesley’s eyes darken, his lips twist in a rotten grin.

“Run.”

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The chase was on.

The poor little bunny sprinted off, stumbling through the thick, dark shrubbery of the woods. The forest floor was uneven, scattered with thick crunchy leaves and spiky twigs, surely leaving scratches against her poor legs. The forest was silent - apart from her heaving breaths and the hard crush of leaves beneath her feet. Not even a bird dared to call. The bunny girl makes twists and turns, doing everything in her power to break the nasty wolf off of her trail. His sickening grin flashes in her mind. His big, thick teeth. Enormous statue. How effortlessly he was able to pin her body to the ground. Something nearly stirs in her stomach again, a sick pull of arousal for a man that was clearly her natural predator.

The sun was almost set for the day, its light barely trickling through the tick awning of tree leaves. It was getting dark, and the poor girl was absolutely lost. At this rate, she’d be running all night. The little bunny dives into a thick bush, adorned with ouchy, spiky thorns. She cuts off her whimper, staying as quiet as a mouse. She hears her heartbeat in her ears, raging hard as she strains to hear her surroundings.

Something pulses against the forest floor, heavy, steadfull. The little bunny was nearly sure it rattled the leaves of the trees above. The big, dark wolf emerges, skidding hard into the marshy ground of the woodsy floor. He comes to a stop in the middle of the makeshift path, boots scuffing up thick mud and leaves, staining the toes of them. The wolf - Wriothesley - She manages to remember, huffs and puffs. His large chest engorges with every heavy intake of his breath.

“Where are you~... Little bunny.. I know you’re here.” His growling voice sings, echoing through the deep space of the woods, bouncing off of the trees and landing right in her sensitive ears. His eyes were wild, twitching, wide and darting from bush to shrub in search of his pretty prey.

“I can smell you.. Smell that sweet little scent of yours…” The wolf makes a show of sniffing the air. He exhales with a growl, low and deep and primal. The poor bunny clenches her thighs together, stifling a moan with a bite of her bottom lip. Wriothesley’s big, fluffy ears twitch, he heard something. A meek little sound echoing through the trees. He stalks, prowling around the small area, sniffing and squinting in all directions. With a thrust of his fist he punches through a bush, rattling the thick leaves with his arm. He barks out a laugh, eyes wild as he spins around, facing the thick shrubbery the little bunny hid in.

“Come out, come out…” Wriothesley cracked his knuckles, a wicked grin was set like plaster on his face. His dragging steps stop just by the thorny bush the bunny girl took shelter in.

“Oh~ I know.. You’re riiiiight… Here!” He pushes a hand into the bush, straining his forearm against the prickly, spiky thorns. The little bunny squeaks, narrowly missing his large palm, skittering out of the dense brush of leaves. She stumbles, nearly toppling herself into the mud before taking off once again, in a feeble attempt to outrun the burly, hungry wolf. She ran and ran, and ran. Running through the woods as far as her feet could carry her.

The footsteps were closer now, heavy through the mud, trailing right behind her. The poor little bunny hiccups a sob, stumbling over a twirly root sticking out of the duff. The bunny lands on her palms and knees, scuffing them into the wet, leafy ground. She drags herself up, kicking up sticks and debris as she scrambles to keep going. The poor bunny girl’s attempts are futile.

A heavy hand presses the silly girl into the floor by her shoulder blades, forcing her down, nearly pressing her face into the dirt. The bunny cries into her hands, shielding her face from muck and leaves. The dark wolf whistles low, trailing his thick fingers up behind the bunny’s neck, squeezing into her sensitive, achey pulse points.

“Well, well.. What a catch I’ve made..” Wriothesley’s voice is gravely, rocky with fatigue and excitement. His large body presses into the feeble little bunny’s, warm against the nipping chill of the forest’s night. The girl makes an attempt to wriggle, to fight back, to push her way out of his bruising weighty grip. It only works her up more. She cries into the mud, tears hot and sticky on her cheeks, delirious from the scary chase and the pressing subject of her fate pressing into her body.

“I… I’m.. Please-” The bunny helplessly begs. For what she doesn't even know. The big wolf chuckles right into her neck, warm and shivery and sharp. His thick canines threaten to press into her soft skin, scraping dangerously against her flesh as he talks.

“Please what? Little bun..” His fingers squeeze, forcing a little chipper out of the silly little bunny below him. He feels a little wiggle, a sweet little bunny tail wagging furiously against his lap. There it is again.. That smell. Sweet, fruity, floral.. Heat and arousal. Bunnies were so silly. Their survival instincts were next to none, carried by their fear and libido - Wriothesley wondered just how this little one lasted so long.

The bunny girl below him strains against his hand, wriggling in an all-new way. The soft cheeks of her ass bump and grind into the front of his pants, pressing into his hard cock. Wriothesley’s eyes blow wide, absolutely marvelled at the audacity of the little kit. More of her sickly sweet scent enters the air, light, airy and addicting, it makes his tongue wet with saliva. He bumps his groin forward, grinding himself into the little bunny’s form.

“Look at you..thought you were scared of me.. Huh..? Silly bunnies are always thinking with their pussies..” Wriothesley presses the girl harder into the dirt, shamelessly humping into her soft, plushy ass. The little bunny girl chitters and squirms, her little fluffy tail wagging in excitement over the dark wolf.

“Please.. Pleasepleaseplease~” The bunny whines, pathetically pushing back into the huge wolf, desperately in search of friction.

“Gods.. Could just eat you up… You’d let me have a taste.. Right little Kit?” His breath is hot on her neck, body heavy on hers. Since she was asking for him so nicely, who was he to refuse her?

The pretty bunny cries out with a hiccup as Wriothesley laps at her sweet juicy pussy, wet and slick from the hunt. He throws her thighs over his shoulders, locking them in place with his massive palms, squeezing tight, threatening to dig his claws into her flesh. Her body sits half in the air, elevated by the large wolf’s size. His large mouth effortlessly engulfs her little cunny, all warm and sloppy, burning hot from his mouth. The mean wolf suckles and licks at her achey pussy, he groans airily, eyes shut tight as he devours the poor little bunny. Her sweet scent burns his nose and leaks down his throat, pooling right into his pants. His lips purse over her dripping pussy, kissing sloppily, loudly, with vigour and lust. The wolf’s sharp eyes lock with the meek bunny’s, peering down at her little form through his brow.

The sweet bunny audibly keens, bringing her shaky hands to his scruffy hair. She pets his big, fluffy ears, caressing over the messy tufts with her soft touch. Her little fingers thread through his hair with care, carefully tugging him further into her core. Wriothesely groans out, rumbling hard against the sweet cunny below his lips. Her taste was near addicting, her gentle touch even more so - A dangerous thought flickers past his eyes as he laps at the silly bunny’s clit.

“Careful little one… Might just have to keep ya’ for myself..” He kisses hard on her core. The silly bunny nods her head, wobbling her soft bunny ears, whispering the softest ‘yes pleases’ while raking her fingers through his bangs. Wriothesley nearly bites down into her cunny, brain fogged on the idea of keeping this dumb little bunny all for himself. He flattens his mouth on her, licking hard into her sopping little hole. His thick tongue presses past her core, pushing into her pretty pussy, tongue fucking her with fast, easy strokes. The silly bunny nearly pulls his ears, keening her hips up into his hot mouth, bunny tail wagging against her back. His grip on her thighs tightens, claws pin pricking into her soft, unscarred skin - Unlike his own, perhaps he ought to mark her up, show the woods who she really belonged to.

He groans into the sweet girl’s pussy, bumping his nose into her puffy clit as he fucks her with his tongue. He pulls her core into his mouth by the grip on her thighs, wrapping his lips around her poor clit, maintaining the achey press of his tongue. The little bunny hiccups and whines, soft breaths hyperventilate from her chest. Wriothesley’s darkened eyes meet her own, soft and doe-like, unfocused, barely even registering the big wolf devouring her cunny. Wriothesely nearly rolls his eyes back, drunk on her pretty face and prettier pussy.

The sweet bunny squeals, clenching her thighs into his cheeks, squishing his head into her core. Wriothesley feels her cunt clench on his tongue, sucking him in and gushing a sweet spit of slick on his lips. The little bunny humps against his mouth, cumming with a squeeze of her thighs and a hot squirt of arousal. Wriothesley growls, stuffing his face impossibly further into her soft, plushy pussy, lapping up her sweet release as it sprays and messes all down his chin. He laps at her like a dog, allowing her to ride his face through her achey orgasm. He groans, teeth nearly biting into her core as he kisses and spits all over the little bunny’s clit. Wriothesely pulls away, his long tongue licks at his chin, cleaning up the residue of the sweet bunny below him.

The silly bunny whines as he lowers her legs off of his shoulders, clawing the air and making grabby hands towards him. Cute. When the sweet bunny finally finds the ground she gets on her knees, pawing up at the collar of his shirt. Her eyes sparkle with fresh tears, lips wobbling alongside them.

“Want you.. Want more Mister Wolf!” The silly bunny cries, already making a move to straddle his thick leg. Wriothesley almost feels his chest flutter, something tickles at his heart - the need to be needed.

“Want me..? But you’re so small, little Kit.. I’d break you in half.” He teases, eyeing her down, holding the squirmy girl in his lap.

“D-Don't care! Don't care don't care! Need you~” She chitters and whines, attempting to kiss at him, hump on him - Anything.

“Can't stop me once I start, little one..” His palm slides down her smaller frame, hooking into her waist, fingers squeezing at her hip bone. The dumb bunny nods her head, nearly drooling at the idea of the big wolf giving her exactly what her achey cunny wanted. Wriothesley man handles the little bunny, placing her right back into the dirt, pretty ass up, pussy on display just for him. Her knees skid into the mud, caked in sticky spiky leaves, stinging hard from the pokey ground. She didn't seem to care at all. Not with her eager little bunny tail, wriggling in excitement, or her drooling pussy bumping back into his clothed pants, staining the front of them with her sticky arousal. Gods, she smelt sweet, he nearly latches his mouth on her cunt again.

Wriothesley is quick to distract himself, hooking his fingers into the tight waistband of his pants, pulling them down his hips, revealing his thick, dripping cock. The bunny below him squeals, knocking her pussy back into him with a cry, nose sniffing and huffing at the air. He was sure she could smell him, his hot pheromones mingling together with the scent of her bunny heat. He rubs the fat tip of his cock through her puffy folds, coating it in her sweet, creamy arousal. His tip dribbles thick rivulets of sticky pre, staining her poor cunny with his musky hot scent.

“Please~ pleaseplease.. Need it please! Hurts without it.. ‘Gonna die without it~” The poor bunny girl begs into the dirt. Gods, weren't they always dramatic, he was right again, bunnies are always thinking with their stupid little pussies. Wordlessly, Wriothesley pushes his thick, oozing tip into the sopping little bunny. He has to grip at her hips, prevent her from eagerly fucking back into his cock. He ignores her whines and the droop of her pretty ears, the tickle of her tail on his tummy, the cute chitters she cries when he holds her down. His own fluffy ears pin back, his bushy tail wags slowly as he inches his long cock into her little cunny. Eventually, he bottoms out, pressing his heavy balls into her ass, sticky and warm from her dribbling arousal. He places two hands down into the mud, right by the little bunny girl’s head, leaning his massive body over her smaller form. He shivers making contact with the sweet little thing, stomach aching as she shamelessly humps her hips back into his cock, surely bulging out of her little tummy. Gods, he could stay like this for eternity, have a long, warm nap nestled nice and deep inside of his sweet plaything.

“What happened to being scared, huh little one? Could eat you up right now and you'd let me, I'm sure.” Wriothesley teases, rocking his hips against her ass. The girl hiccups and moans, keening back into him, crying out wantonly without an inch of shame. The wolf growls, leaning harder into the little bunny, rocking his hips faster against the soft plush of her ass. His cock is squeezed so nicely, nestled in the bunny’s sweet, gushy pussy. Her sweet cunt wraps around his length, sucking him in eagerly as he slowly humps against her.

“C-Can’t be scared.. Never sca- scared~ Not scared of Wrio… N-Not scared of m-mate!” The bunny babbles dumbly. A sharp ache rests itself in Wriothesley’s body. He snaps his hips, suddenly bouncing the stupid little bunny back and forth on his cock. Mate.. The word strikes something within his brain - the line between prey and playmate blurs, coagulating into something absolutely forbidden. Something hot and sickening. If only he could fuck a litter into her pussy. If only he could fill her with cutie little Pups for her to take care of. He’d provide for her, hunt and gather and breed her over and over and over. Her cries spur him on, the tears on the back of his hands force him to dig his nails into the dirt. His hips snap over and over, practically fucking right into the little bunny’s womb. Perhaps he was. Filling her with something she'd never experienced before. Something she’ll never have again. She’d be forced to him, stuck by his side as his cute plaything. He was sure she’d do it too.

Wriothesley stuffs his face into the keening bunny’s neck, his breath is wet and hot on her skin, humid with lust. The stupid bunny babbles on and on. Silly little ‘I love you’s’ desperate begs of ‘more, more more’. She keeps up with him, grinding back into his pelvis, keening when his teeth graze her neck.

“Gonna- Gonna! F-Feels good… Too g-good!” The bunny girl manages to spit out. He feels her sweet pussy tighten on him, clenching on his bruising cock in anticipation. His own length pulses, spurting a hot string of arousal right into her messy cunny. His little bunny squeals, nearly falling face-first into the leafy marsh below. Her pretty pussy squirts around his fat cock, spurting out over her thighs with every hard fuck of his hips. She squirms and whines, riding back on his cock as she creams and squirts over him. Wriothesley has to bite into his bottom lip, narrowly avoiding the soft, pliant skin of the bunny girl. He swears he draws blood, mixing with his drooling saliva, threatening to drop on her untouched skin. He groans deeply, loudly, hips stuttering their pace. Her cunny squeezes his length, begging for his sticky release. He gives it to her, clutching her little body close to his own while he drenches her puffy pussy with his seed. He spurts hot, thick ropes right into her little bunny cunt, messing up her insides, painting them white with his cum. He isn't quick to pull out, relishing in the tight, gooey squeeze of her gummy walls on his softening length. He nearly hisses when the silly girl tries to grind back on him, forcing his thick cum to dribble out of her spent pussy.

He finally pulls out, marvelling at the soft squeeze of her cunt on his tip and the hot dribbling mess that pools out of her. The little bunny is quick, already using her might to press the big wolf on the floor, perching herself in his lap with a hop in her step. She wraps her arms around his neck, nice and snug pulling him into a selfish kiss. Wriothesley rolls his eyes. Of course. Bunny stamina was no joke. This was a known fact within the forest. No matter, he’ll play along, surely he could best a bunny’s stamina.

It's a difficult feat, but Wriothesley keeps up with the insatiable little bunny girl. He lays back as she works his cock, fucking herself on his length over and over, release after release. Taking him again and again until the dumb bunny was satisfied. Gods the night was near endless - It had been a while since he’d had a fuck as good as this one. Finally, the silly little bunny settles down, snuggling into his larger form, napping away as the sun finally comes to a set.

Now he couldn't just leave her out here - There were wolves after all, big, scary nasty wolves that could eat her right up. It wouldn't hurt to take her home. Back to his cozy den with a nice fire and some food. Perhaps he’ll keep her around.. Fill her tummy with yummy foods and something else.. Wriothesley scoops the little bunny girl up in his arms, studying her soft sleeping face in the new moonbeam. Cute.

AUIIRRRGGHHHHHHH

I think this is the longest fic I've ever written omg- it took like 3 days man

I really hope you enjoyed ;; I actually really love this- gahwhhshsh

Imma be posting into November I think 😔 I've failed lmaoo

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Inhuman Vessels Headcanons [x reader]

a/n: sfw and nsfw down below :3 some of this is inspired by @amourtoken so go check out her blog pls !!

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Somehow, you’ve ended up with four cryptid boyfriends in your newly acquired forest cabin. Don’t ask me why, I’m just here to tell you about them. More cryptid content coming soon…

Vessel

- His claws and fangs stand out to you immediately

- He likes to lick you as a display of affection. His tongue is very long and has small teeth at the sides at the back, sort of like a goose’s.

- Picks you up just to hold you and walks around with you in his arms like a child with a teddy bear

- Will eat a leaf sometimes. A flower or two, maybe a buttercup. He likes to watch cows and sheep and deer munching on grass while he lays on the forest floor in the sun.

II

- He has pretty fangs and his eyes glow in the dark in varying shades of blue.

- He’s very interested in humans, and likes to study you as you go about your day. He also enjoys studying your body and seeing how different humans are to himself.

- Very big fan of your squishy soft bits, and likes to hold them while cuddling. Most often he has a hand splayed over your stomach. He’s very protective and likes to make sure you’re safe so covering your most vulnerable parts makes him feel good.

III

- Probably the most knowledgeable about humans, but he also looks the most inhuman. His eyes are completely black and his canines are long and thin. His height is quite jarring at first, and he struggles to get through your doorways, but he learns to navigate the house pretty quickly.

- He enjoys letting you know (and feel) how much bigger than you he is, holding your hands in his and tracing your skin with his claws.

- He’d like to try your human food, but finds most of it inedible for him. But he really likes salty and crunchy things and enjoys watching you cook or when you put on cooking shows on the magic box in your living room.

IV

- Very like a big house cat. He likes to lounge in the sun outside and watch animals go about their day.

- If he could he’d just cuddle with you 24/7

- Arguably the most human looking out of the four, but his canines are definitely too distinct to be human.

- He has a little more experience with humans than the others, but is still wary of making mistakes and scaring you off. He can be somewhat shy when asking to spend time with you because he’s unintentionally scared humans away before.

- At times he could be naive about human nature and didn’t think they would find him so scary but he’s learned his lesson about strangers.

• All together; SFW •

- They’re very gentle with you, as they’re stronger than any human could be

- They’re very interested in trying human things like food and technology, as well as human behaviours regarding romance. Basically, they want to court you. In their own ways, that would mean bringing you wild flowers and pretty rocks and bones they’ve found, as well as rubbing their scent on you by nuzzling your neck and chest and back. They wanted to feed you but you had to remind them their diet is a lot different than yours.

- They make a lot of sounds. When they’re content and comfy, they might purr or do that big sigh that dogs do. They’ll growl if they sense danger and it’s deep and menacing and unlike any animal you’ve ever heard. Playful whining when you don’t have time to cuddle or for 5 more minutes in bed, and little grumbles when you tell them off for scaring tourists.

• NSFW •

- If you’re afab they’re very much down for period sex. They will be munching, too. Blood tastes good and sure, it’s not all blood, but they don’t care. You taste good.

- Of course, they all share a breeding kink. They can’t get you pregnant but by god they will try.

- Gentle biting and scratching is something they can’t really help, but they’ll be very happy if you’re into it. Seeing their marks on you when they’re done with you makes them proud but only if they don’t hurt too much.

- With aftercare, you’ll have to teach them how to take care of you like you need it. They’re down to cuddle and will bring you blankets and snacks they find in your kitchen.

- If you want to attempt to dom any of them, they might find the idea amusing at first. But when you get started they’ll be whining and begging for you to fuck them. Having huge and powerful creatures at your mercy is a thrill like no other.

- I can’t not talk about the size of their cocks. They’re thick and long and you will need a lot of time spent on foreplay to get them to fit. But they all have a “I’ll make it fit,” mentality and when they do it’s agonisingly delicious.

[literaila]

v do you think you could write something with like peter and reader like going on picnic or date or something and then just being cute and goofy and fluffy ? like fluffy to the max ?

strawberries

tasm!peter x reader

warnings: this is only banter. i do not write fluff. (edit: I FORGOT THE GIF?!?:&:$/&)

*

“do you know how many bugs are probably in that?”

peter pops another strawberry into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully, smiling at you like a threat. and then there’s the grin in his eyes, the everlasting twitch of his cheek because you still haven’t sat down.

you’re standing at the edge of the blanket he laid out, arms crossed, almost pouting—though you’ll deny that, if anyone asks.

peter swallows. “mm. crunchy.”

“i’m going home—“ you turn around, and an arm catches you before you trip.

peter is up now, because of course he is, still smiling, his grip just a light brisk before he lets you go. he’s leaning down like eye contact is going to get you to want to be here anymore.

a breeze blows his hair in his eyes and he blows it back. it is very childish, and you hate it.

“c’mon, this is supposed to be romantic,” he says, and tsks.

“i get that. what i don’t get is why i need to eat my lunch with the birds and the bees—“

peter laughs.

“—and potentially die from whatever bacteria grows out here. we could’ve eaten at home.”

“but i made a whole basket. there’s things to discover in there. don’t you want to feed each other strawberries?”

you frown. take a step away from him. “why would i want to feed your bug infested mouth?”

peter waves a hand, pulling you by your shirt so your feet—dirt encased, completely unacceptable—fall on the fruit covered blanket. you try to move away but he’s got you. “there’s only a few cockroaches,” he says, nuzzling your nose like it’ll get you to smile. “that’s not so bad.”

“i’m telling may that you’re ruining her blanket.”

“i made this. cant you tell?”

“oh, that’s why i watched you open it on your birthday,” you nod, “makes sense.”

peter ruffles your hair. “it’s okay. you don’t have to say anything. i can tell you’re impressed.”

“by my frown?”

“by the little squint in your eyes,” he leans down toward you, and before you notice, he’s got your hands—all of you—and you’re falling on him, onto the blanket. “i can feel it too.”

you push at his chest as he squeezes you into his arms, his breath hot on the top of your head. “no you can’t,” you say, grunting, trying to get away.

peter is unperturbed. he doesn’t budge. “i don’t know what you’re trying to do.”

“trying to escape. i might start screaming for help.”

“‘help!’” peter mocks, ticking your sides “‘help! the love of my life is holding me captive!’”

“you have an awfully high opinion of your yourself.”

finally, you stop moving, thinking that you might just disappear if he can’t feel you.

but peter just holds on tighter. you look up to him, still scowling. “you don’t?” he pouts, his eyes are golden in the light, the lines on his face dissipated from all of his smiling.

“if i eat a strawberry will you let me go?” you plead, ignoring him.

“if you feed me a strawberry i’ll let you go.”

“you’re a lame abductor. you don’t even want a rob me?”

peter gives you a look. “why are you complaining? do you want me to hang you from a lamppost? threaten to cut off your fingers?”

“take the pinky,” you shake your head against him, ducking under his chin. “i don’t need it anyway.”

“that’s not true,” peter murmurs, but he’s not arguing.

you breathe him in, relaxed on top of him instead of some dirty grass. he smells like strawberries, probably tastes sour.

not that you’re thinking about how peter tastes.

“hey,” he whispers, like he knows what you’re thinking.

“hey,” you answer back, looking up to him with a smile.

“why didn’t you tell me that you hate picnics?”

you sigh and shove your nose in his collarbone, groaning. “cause you looked so excited with your little basket and assortment of cheeses.”

he snorts. “cause i thought you would like it.”

“i didn’t want to ruin your illusion. you’re like a boy in the forest. did you pick those berries yourself?”

“from the plastic container.”

you shake your head against him, laughing, his shoulder is extremely uncomfortable, but you won’t move.

“we could’ve gone to dinner or something,” peter muses, like a riddle. “i could’ve brought the basket to carry all your stuff.”

“you like picnics, peter.”

he sighs. “you don’t, though.”

“i like you.”

you watch for a moment as peter smiles, his cheeks warming, looking like the bashful forest boy he’s been all day. and then it’s gone, and the tease is back in his eyes. “really? cause you made some statements earlier that would say otherwise.”

“you told me that you had cockroaches in your mouth.”

peter laughs, his body shaking. he waits until you look up at him to say: “wanna check for me?”

you push up off of him. “ew, peter!”

you fall back on the blanket, into the basket, head in the grass, probably sitting on a strawberry.

peter sits up, lightning quick, and his mouth twitches.

you breathe out, clenching your jaw. “don’t,” you say, a hand held out toward him.

“i wasn’t saying anything.”

“i don’t wanna hear it.”

“i wasn’t going to say it. i think the look on your face is enough.”

you pout. “this is your fault. i’m going to have to wash my hair, like, five times.”

“you pulled away!” he defends, trying to pull you up.

“you didn’t hold on!”

he rolls his eyes. “sorry i didn’t think to make sure you didn’t trip over your own momentum.”

you flick his hand away. “just for that i’m not feeding you any strawberries.”

“aw,” he hangs his head, “really?” he pauses, looking back to you, serious and stern. “wait. did the basket break?”

you laugh, throwing a strawberry at him. unfortunately, peter is no ordinary forest boy, and he catches in his mouth. because he lives to infuriate you.

“guess you changed your mind,” he says, as he chews.

“that is cheating,” you hiss, standing up and brushing off dirt. “a violation.”

he stands up, grabbing your sleeve so he can stick to you, like a bee to honey. “i’m sorry, baby,” he whispers this, an omen, looking in your eyes. “can you ever forgive me?”

“are you going to feed me a strawberry?”

peters head is thrown back as he laughs, and you kiss his throat, smiling against the skin.

*

[your-mighty-words-astound-me]

i am the only correct person on this godforsaken website

things are heating up in the lettuce fandom!!

[kroas-adtam]

How about Aeon experiencing his first fall and finding the apple orchard while exploring? Cute Bug just can't stop himself from eating allllll the tasty apples, Swiss finding him all sweet and sticky.....you know 😏

Swiss isn’t one to keep tabs on his fellow ghouls. He’s usually too busy raising Mountain’s stash of fresh grass to notice what the others are doing. But there’s a chill in the air today; breeze bringing in the stinging air of winter… and Aeon is usually bad about wearing a coat.

Aeon is blissfully unaware of the dropping temperatures. He’s discovered an Abbey secret. Rows, and rows, and rows of trees- each freckled with varying colors of ready to be picked apples. Aeon likes fruit. He likes it a lot, considering it’s the only sweet thing the older ghouls let him eat (he’ll devour a whole bag of candy if he can sniff it out).

He finds it’s easy to grab an apple; he’s always been very good at jumping. Biting in to the first one, it’s so sweet, so juicy it runs down his chin. His eyes flutter closed as the next bite feels like a kiss. A sweet, sugary kiss that reminds him of his ghouls. The red apple reminds him of Cirrus’ red lips. The sweetness reminds him of Cumulus’…

He goes to the tree over, standing on tiptoe this time to pick a bright green apple that’s bigger than his fist. This one is tart, it makes the back of his jaw tingle. He shivers as it flashes Rain through his mind.

Aeon opens his heavy eyes and spies a golden apple. The color reminds him of the beautiful gold clips and charms in Swiss’ locs and the earrings that line his ears. He can reach this one with ease, holding the two half eaten apples to his chest as he holds the new one to his lips. Something in the air catches his attention and he smiles before biting into the golden apple and moaning softly as the unique flavor washes over his tongue, sinking him deep into his first memory of being with Swiss.

“An apple makes you moan?” The voice of said ghoul floats to him on the breeze. His scent gave him away but Aeon still feigns surprise at the ghoul finding him like this- apples in his arms, sweet juice making his chin, lips and hands sticky. He swallows the bite before sticking his tongue out and leaping at the crunchy meat of the golden apple.

“Only when it tastes like you.” Swiss pauses midstep at Aeon’s words.

“Tastes like me?”

“Mmhmm,” Aeon hums, taking another bite, Swiss’ eye twitches at the drop of apple juice that falls from his chin to his hand.

“I taste like an apple, hm?” Swiss regains his pace and doesn’t stop until he’s nearly chest to chest with the shorter ghoul.

“Wanna find out?” Aeon grins, swallowing his bite.

“You look sticky.” Swiss comments, glancing at Aeon’s chin and hands.

“Then clean me up.” Aeon says simply, teasing and a little brattiness flashing in his eyes.

“Anything you say, sugar.”

Aeon drops all his apples as Swiss wraps his arms around his waist and kisses him deeply, sinfully, shoving him back against the nearest tree.

[imaginethezeldaverse]

BOTW!Yunobo x Reader (NSFW)

I wrote this a few years ago, but I wanted to revamp it because I fully have the intention to write for his TOTK characterization as well (it’s already in the drafts in fact!). It’s truly disheartening to see how little content there is of Yunobo. I’m dying for scraps here! So I decided that this needed to be rewritten and reposted because my big strong rock bae deserves some love.  And also I so desperately want him oops. I cannot be normal about him, I can’t even begin to explain. Reader is female, just an FYI.  ---

You giggled at the tickle of grass beneath your feet, your boyfriend only slightly behind - a soft smile on his face. Your sundress flowed gracefully behind you as you walked the trail together. It wasn’t long before you carefully picked your spot and settled the soft blue blanket beneath you both, your basket placed neatly in the center. The plan for your afternoon was already in tow: lunch in Akkala with your Goron beau, Yunobo. For yourself, you’d made your favorite dish: mushroom risotto and freshly made lemonade. Your significant other however required a bit of a different diet. You neatly unpacked your meal, followed by using a steady amount of effort to take out his: a rock roast sirloin. It was carefully wrapped in thickened steel to keep it warm (and to keep you from burning yourself), but that made it extremely heavy. You struggled at first to remove the “meat” from your basket, but strong hands curled around yours and lifted the thing with ease onto the blanket. 

A grateful smile was sent his way, “Thank you, Yuno.” 

Yunobo’s finger scratched shyly at his brow, “Oh, s-sure! No problem! I know rock roasts can be heavy sometimes...”

You undid the latch of the steel that held his food, “Well aren’t I lucky to have someone as big and strong as you then?” He blushed at that,  a reaction that made your heart flutter. You gestured for him to eat, taking into your own hands a fork for your meal. Yunobo wasted no time snatching the rock roast from its carrier and cracking right through the crunchy exterior of it. It took time to get used to that sound -  no human could ever dream of biting into the culinary slab, but you came to find Gorons had teeth stronger than diamonds. 

“Mmm-MM!” hummed Yunobo, pleased by the taste, “Nothing beats a good sirloin!” 

As the two of you ate, you took in the vibrant colors that Akkala had to offer. Normally it was always quite colorful with its warm tinted leaves, but this time of the season added even more hue to its palette: soft greens, blues, and shades of red and orange not typical for the region. The warmth of the scenery complimented that of your food, which surprisingly you both consumed in a short time. Cleaning up was thankfully a shorter task however, and in no time you were both lying back, watching the clouds drift by. 

“That one looks like an Octorok, doesn’t it?” Yunobo said, pointing straight forward. You had to agree, from the curved head to the pointed tip of its tentacle. Another giggle escaped you when he celebrated your agreement - he was so cute. You couldn’t help but stare at him as he started on a story about a horde of Octoroks he’d fought near his home. For the rigidity that Gorons usually held, Yunobo was quite soft in his features. His cheeks held a roundness that you felt matched his personality - optimistic, shy, but good in nature. However…he was still a Goron, and though his face looked gentle enough to squish, the rest of his body was quite the opposite. Large hands calloused by years of working in the mines, accompanied by the strong musculature of his arms and torso. His belly may look round much like his ancestors’, but even you weren’t fooled, that was solid, hardened muscle. You felt it as he easily picked you up when he hugged you. Things like lifting trees, crushing metals, and powering through magma were mindlessly simple tasks for him...a detail you almost forgot. Your eyes sauntered over the rippling muscle of his arms and shoulders, and soon you became very hyper aware of how they moved and flexed when the waves of his hands accompanied his story. You wondered how they’d move when you touched him, or how easy it would be for him to hold you up, pinned against the wall - 

Suddenly you felt your face burn. You couldn’t think of Yunobo in that sort of way! He was too...innocent. You valued your time with him, and he was always the perfect gentleman. There were plenty of times you’d kissed, sure, even made out a little - but it never evolved past that. He always stopped short, showering you in words of affection or cuddling you closely. Sometimes it was almost too much to bear having to hold yourself back. Yet when Yunobo held you the way he did, you understood that his feelings were genuine...and it kept you from pushing the envelope. 

...Until today. 

“You know...” began the Goron, “I love spending time with you.” He sat up now, taking your hands in his as you straightened up with him. Dark blue eyes peered deeply into your own, “Everyday I feel like a champion when we’re together...you make me feel strong...brave.” You were pulled in close, your foreheads touching now. Yunobo whispered out, “I...I-I love you.” The deep pang of adoration drove you to initiate your next move. With a hurried ‘Come with me’, you swiftly pulled your boyfriend to a nearby alcove (one you’d silently, but conveniently spotted as you arrived). Noises of confusion bumbled from Yunobo, his concern more with your picnic setup being left behind. When you ducked into the covering, he was ready to protest - until your lips captured his. At first shock riddled his body, and his hands stood outstretched where he held them, keeping his distance as he was unsure what to do next. Yet you persisted, your arms coming around his broad shoulders and your lips parting slowly. That managed to melt the Goron into a response and before you knew it his hands had come around your waist. This was a dance you two have done often - melding tongues and pressing close. However, this time you had a different agenda. Gently coercing Yunobo backwards, you aimed to press him up against the wall of the area, but a small stalagmite caught the heel of his foot and sent him slipping backwards. Unfortunately, in an attempt to keep you from harm - Yunobo instead took you down with him. You yelped as you released his lips, finding yourself in a now very compromising position. Sitting in his lap, your hands naturally found their way to his chest so that you could steel yourself from the fall. He gazed up at you briefly before realizing how you both were seated. 

“I-I’M SORRY!” he shouted, panicking as he tried to figure out a way to get up with you situated like this. You made no effort to move. Instead, your hands slid up his shoulders and finally to cup what of his face you could. His stammering died down a little, though he watched you with anticipation. “Wh…Wh-What’s going on?” 

He had to know. You were always so affectionate...but this boldness in you was so different. So when you moved to place your arms around his shoulders he found himself feeling something he couldn’t place. 

You bent forward now, noses touching, your lashes sitting low over your eyes. Leaning in close, you pressed your chest into his, 

“Kiss me, Yunobo...”

The sultry need in your tone swept over him, moving him on instinct. His lips found yours with haste. The kiss this time was a little less innocent than usual, with your hands either sifting through his hair or holding onto him tightly. His arms encased your waist, pulling you in even closer than before. With some pluck,Yunobo slipped his tongue past your lips - a move that earned him a moan. This was a sound he hadn’t heard from you before like this and it caused him to grip you tighter in response. Your kissing stirred a beginning heat within you and it made you want more of something. Suddenly, an idea struck within you. As your tongues danced, your hands slowly removed themselves from the Goron’s shoulders, slipping behind you and grasping his wrists. You uncurled his long arms from your torso, taking his hands and sliding them under your dress just far enough to place them on your ass. The jolt that ran through him was so strong it shook you both, and suddenly your lips were parted. His face flushed the reddest you’d ever seen it, and he stared up at you like a deer in headlights. You bit your bottom lip, hoping you hadn’t gone too far. 

“Is this...okay?” you asked, a blush starting to form on your cheeks. You were met with no answer, but instead the feeling of fingers caressing the curve of your ass. A small pinch of electricity ran up your spine at the action, but slowly melted into a sigh when you heard Yunobo whisper,  “So soft...”. His curiosity oddly put you at ease.

“Are all Hylians this soft?...” he murmured to himself, his hands squeezing your bottom in a gentle caress. You had to giggle at that, “Some of us are, I’m sure.” You had to imagine that having a body that could withstand the heat of lava or effortlessly break diamonds, feeling something soft would come as alien to him. Curiosity, however, took over the Goron’s thoughts. His hands scaled down your backside and swooped over thighs, appreciating the malleable skin. He lifted your dress up experimentally and squeezed your waist, wondering how he had never managed to truly notice how different your body was compared to his after all this time. Fascination took over his sense of touch, your behind and hips supple in his grip, your waist curvaceous but much slimmer juxtaposed with his own. His thumbs slid up the middle of your stomach until he came to the underside of your most delicate flesh. Your shiver didn’t go unnoticed, “Am I hurting you?” Yunobo gulped as he started to withdraw his hands. Shaking your head, you protested, “No! It...it actually feels g-good.” The Goron hummed in thought at this, and slowly slid his hands over your breasts now, the rounded globes sitting perfectly in his palms. 

“You’re really soft here...” he stated, gently massaging your chest. You tried your best to bite back the moan that threatened to leave you, but to no avail once his fingers grazed over your nipples. Instinctively, your back arched at the stimulation, your hands gripping his shoulders to steel yourself once more. With the noises you were making, Yunobo figured it must’ve really felt good - you did say so after all. He looked you over once more, your lips parted, cheeks flushed reddish hues, eyes closed in some sort of spellbound bliss. He wasn’t sure why this was all happening just through simple touch, but then he remembered the stories Hyrulian soldiers used to tell around the campfires back when he’d traveled with Link and the other champions. Tales of women and what ‘got them wet’ as he recalled. So with your neck right in front of him, he leaned in with a mix of interest and trepidation. If the feeling of his hands caressing your tits wasn’t enough to light you aflame, the lips at your neck would serve to be the end of you. Yunobo placed timid kisses above your collarbone, angling his head a little higher after each chaste kiss. Your fingers laced into his hair, and your palm instinctively gave him a soft push of coercion - hopefully to signal that you needed a little more pressure than what he was supplying. It pleased you that he immediately understood what you sought as he kissed your neck with a little more fervor now. His hands stayed busy with your breasts whilst his mouth worked to tend to your sensitive areas. You mewled here and there, but it wasn’t until he reached a spot just under your jaw that you gasped in pleasure. That, he couldn’t help but be taken by. Seems like those soldiers were right. He licked a small stripe in that exact spot and did the next best thing that came to mind - he bit down. It wasn’t nearly hard enough to break skin or even truly hurt you, but the pinch of pain mixed with all the kisses and caresses on your body had you whine out, “Unghh, Yuno~” 

You flushed wildly at your cry, embarrassed that you would be so forthcoming so soon. But that didn’t seem to bother the Goron one bit. Your normally shy significant other now pulled back from your dampened skin, rounded cheeks still red with nerves - but the stirring of something wild showing in his eyes. It was now or never, you thought. You slid further down onto his lap, and as you expected, your moaning and kissing had brought Yunobo to a new level of excitement. Feeling bold, you moved off of him carefully and leaned forward, inspecting what you would soon find yourself thrilled over. Yet there was an understandable feeling of intimidation when you saw the hardness of your boyfriend’s cock threatening to tear through his garments. You pressed your palm to it while asking, “Yuno...could I...try something? It will feel good, I promise.” He lent you a simple nod, having somewhat of an idea of what you were getting at. You moved forward, coaxing him into helping you remove his undergarments. 

Oh my...

You were right to feel intimidated. Dark brown and solid, he was larger than anyone you’ve ever seen. Granted he was a Goron, but still...the sheer size astounded you; you were already trying to calculate how it would...

“Ahh!” he hissed in pleasure. Mindlessly your hand had begun stroking his hardened length in the midst of your thought process. So much so, that Yunobo was outstretched in bliss, grasping a nearby stalagmite for purchase. You smirked, taking your ministrations one step further and placing your lips at the tip of his dick. The crunch of rock could be heard from behind him, and in Yunobo’s grasp was a cracked stalagmite. Kitten licks and slow strokes were what you awarded your lover, along with a few soft moans to let him know you were enjoying this as much as he was. He peered down at you with one half-lidded eye, “O-Oh god...that’s amazing, I...” he groaned as you licked up the entirety of his length. In one fell swoop, you took as much of him as you could into your mouth. The sound he let out in response was beyond heavenly. 

You sought out to really test your limits with how far you could take him - but much to your surprise, he stopped you. Mouth leaving his dick with a soft pop, there were questions forming in your mind. His hand lifted under your chin, and he leaned over to press a quick kiss to your lips. Before you knew it, he’d lifted you back into his lap again with ease. Your eyes locked, both of you now seeming to have questions. Yunobo was the first to break the short silence,

“When I traveled with Link and the champions...these soldiers used to tell me stories about Hylian women, some of them being…very detailed. I...didn’t exactly understand then. I still sort of don’t now...but they did tell me about something interesting. A special event that apparently feels really good...but that was meant for the person that you l-loved...” his hand came behind his head and shyly scratched as he continued, “Can we...do that...together?” 

You felt your breath leave you entirely. One of his hands found your cheek, “I...don’t know what I’m doing. All of this i-is new to me…so I might need your help,” with that he looked down, trying to hide his disappointment, “And...and I’m sorry if I’m not very good at it...” 

Your breath in a shudder, it was your turn to lift his face up and kiss him. Voice strained, you quickly huffed, “Never worry about that Yuno...I’m happy I get to do this with you at all.” 

He smiled once more, arms seating around your waist. You shifted your position, fully aware now how wet you were when you felt the heat of him between your legs. Your eyes met his one last time, “You’re sure...?” He nodded with a hint of confidence, “I want this. I want...I w-want you.” Your heart fluttered at the confession and without another word, you slid your hands between your legs. A gentle grasp on his member allowed you to guide him to your awaiting heat. When you felt him right there, in a slow and deliberate pace, you lowered yourself down. There was a slight sting in your hips as he stretched you, but that was superseded by the way he filled you. It was a delicious feeling, one that had you parting your lips and focusing on how well you fit together. Yunobo, on the other hand, was trying to will himself still. You were so hot and slick on him, it was nothing he’d ever felt before…and it was starting to drive him crazy when he realized he needed more of it. The way you clenched around him was mind-numbing, and it led him to another question of how he never knew about this or felt this part of you before. 

When you were satisfied with how far down you could take him, you used your knees to slide back up. Slow movements, calculated and experimental was the game here, and you watched under hooded eyes to gauge your boyfriend’s reaction. His teeth grit in pleasure; he tried his best to find your ass and smooth over the curve of your cheeks once more. You mewled at this as he unknowingly angled himself to hit you a little deeper than you had him before. Nevertheless, you continued bouncing on his cock, the slick noises reminding you that you were truly one with your love. Heat was creeping up your thighs and deep into your loins the more you came down on him. Your hands found his broad shoulders and you worked your hips to take him a little more as you sped up the pace. He groaned at this, not expecting your pace to change already. What you didn’t expect however, was Yunobo’s hands gripping under your thighs, and flipping you over. In an instant, your back was on the cave floor, your legs as spread as far as they could possibly be with one champion Goron between them. He curled a fist next to your head to hold himself up, while the other hand wrapped around your thigh. With a quick drawback, he slid nearly entirely out of you - and then as far inside of you as he could fit. You arched wildly, a loud wail of pleasure reverberating off the walls. His lips held next to your ear, “Ngghh...I-I’m sorry if I h-hurt you...I don’t know what’s come over me, I...!” Yunobo apologized as he lent you another deep thrust. Your nails desperately tried to scratch down the hardened spikes of his back as he drove you into the ground. Mind in a haze of lust, the only thought you could cling to was that you couldn’t believe your soft, sweet Yunobo was capable of taking charge like this! The mere idea that he was actually fucking you only served to make you wetter than you thought possible. He pressed rough kisses into whatever flesh he could reach, hips slamming into you now. Your body was hyper aware of everything you were feeling: your breasts bouncing against the solid wall of his chest, your cries of pleasure mixing with his guttural groans that filled the cave air, and the rising pressure that coiled tighter and tighter in your abdomen. You weren’t long now and you knew it. Yunobo quickly moved from your thigh to support under your lower back in an attempt to pull you closer to him - only for the rougher edges of his stomach to nudge your clit as he spread you open further.

“Oh Yuno, goddd, this feels so good, I can’t!” you babbled, feeling short waves of ecstasy creep up your hips. Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly, “Please, I’m...!” 

Yunobo, so wrapped in his own lust it rendered him incapable of answering you, opted to touch his forehead with yours in response to your pleasured pleas. You leaned in at the last second to kiss him, and it was that deep groan into your mouth that set you off. You held onto as much of his as you could, the striking of white hot heat flashing through the entirety of your body like lightning. You whined against his lips, the strokes of his cock pushing wave after wave of your orgasm to the surface. It wasn’t long before the pulsing of you on him had squeezed him enough to bring him to his own finish. A lengthy guttural roar left him as he pulled from your lips (and just as quickly from your body) to spill onto the ground beneath him. 

It would take a few long winded moments before you even had the thought process to move from your positions. When you both finally felt the fog of sex lift from your minds, your thoughts had settled what just transpired.

“That was...” you began, still trying to catch your breath. 

“...Amazing,” he finished. He took your hand in his, pulling you up in a sitting position. Careful to move around the mess, you took your place in his lap once more, this time just to simply be close. His giant arms encased you, the warmth emanating from both of you bringing you comfort and making your heart swell. You nuzzled into his neck, still trying to find the courage to look at him after what just happened. 

“I love you, Yuno...” you muffled into his neck, unable to shake your sudden timidity. He chuckled lightly at your shyness. Your opposite demeanors proved interesting to the Goron. His hand came to the back of your head and he held you a little closer this time, “...I love you too.”

[cryptidsofwakemoor]

Chapter 3 - The Bird Feeder

While exploring the woods, Matchstick happens upon a place full of strange tubes containing food and water! However, this place has a strange owner that certainly isn't like any human he's ever seen... Will he be able to sate his hunger while avoiding detection?

~*~

Mystic

Walking alongside the road, the trees and shrubbery afford some protection from sight, allowing him temporary shelter whenever a car or a person passes by. The dappled sunlight speckles the jungle-y forest floor, and he has to take care to avoid the spots. Thankfully, there's plenty of shade.

No doubt he looked like a sasquatch, lurching through the woods.

All the buildings look the same, with only minor variations to each block, for a good long while. Then, they start to shift. The concrete and large glass panes start giving way to wood, stucco, and cloth curtains and blinds. Spaces in front of the buildings became filled with short grass, potted plants, flowers, and strange little houses built on standing poles or stapled to buildings.

Oh- there was one in front of him, actually! A few of those odd tiny homes were nailed to the sides of trees, painted with bright colors and with small holes drilled where windows and doors would be. A loud chirping emanated from inside the one closest to him, and a small fluffy thing hopped out one of the holes. Hopping back and forth, it turned its head side to side, then it fluttered wings and took off in a burst of flight.

There were also- colorful tubes, hanging from the trees? They were filled with multicolored... sand? And pebbles? One had some kind of liquid.

One of the fluffy flying things lands on the edge of one of those tubes, dipping its pointy face into a hole and pulling out some of the pebbles. It cracks them open, eats something inside, and then flutters off as he draws near.

Spooky

The sudden movements of the small creature were interesting to watch, but it had the added bonus of showing him that what he thought was sand was actually... some kinda food!

The buildings he could recognize as belonging to people, but these smaller ones with the holes in them, he had no idea. They weren’t near the buildings. Were they part of the trees?

Regardless, he grabbed the strange tube and tilted it, dumping some of the 'sand' (he had no other idea what to call it) out of the holes and into his hand. He dumped it into his mouth, and they popped and crunched interestingly as he chewed. Not much of a flavor, though... Kinda bland, but not as bad as the gross waxy, ashy thing he'd tried earlier. At least it didn't get stuck against his teeth.

The pebbles were also very crunchy, but the insides of them were actually kind of chewy and tasty! Not bad, the hard and sharp shell kinda sucked but the rest was good. Probably his favorite so far.

The liquid one... He wasn't sure about. It looked a lot like it was just water, though he didn't remember water having a sweet smell to it. He wasn't sure he wanted to give it a try, but his mouth did feel kind of dried out, especially after the sand and pebbles... How were you supposed to get to this, though? There were a bunch of little shapes around the base of it... Curiously, he tried tilting it to the side like he did with the sand. Sure enough, some of the water spilled out of the plastic flower shapes around the bottom, running over his hand and trailing down towards his elbow. He let go, making a face. Eugh, he didn't like it running over his skin like that... Licking it off the back of his hand, his eyes widened when he realized it actually did taste kinda sweet! Like, really sweet, actually.

He plucked it off the hook and did his best to tilt the rest of the sweet water into his mouth. Some of it evaporated into steam right away, but what amount of it didn't actually felt like somewhat of a relief as it slid down his throat. Man, if only this thing wasn't so awkward to drink out of... Damn it, he could tell he'd spilled some of it down his front. He did his best to put it back, though it was kind of at an awkward angle now, and wiped at his face with the back of his arm. Probably tasted the best out of all three, but was definitely the messiest and left him feeling unpleasant and sticky.

Mystic

Hmm. He probably needed to wash himself off. Preferably not with the chemical sprays the scientists used back at the lab... not that he knew where to even find those. Nor wanted to.

A quick glance around gave him some more information.

The strange tiny houses and cylinder things hanging from the trees weren't just here- they were across the black stone path, too. The building was a painted white wooden structure, with a large extended porch that met two doors, and had at least two floors from where he was standing. Patches of bright colored flowers and grasses surrounded by rings of stone sat neatly in front of this building, clearly tended to by somebody. A large pool of water was underneath a short tree laden with bright orange spheres on the leafy branches.

The hanging food containers were scattered about that lawn, as well. On the tree, on hanging hooks, on the porch.

Spooky

The wheels in his head turned as he looked at the building, not sure if he should approach. He couldn't tell if anyone was in there or not, but... That water didn't seem too deep. Maybe it would be safe to try and wash off there, though he didn't really like the thought of it. The only times he'd been doused in water before had all been very intentionally unpleasant, or in most cases, absolutely terrifying.

Still, there was more food over there too, and despite having emptied the ones on this side of the stone path, it hadn't really felt like enough.

...He'd try it, but was prepared to flee if need be.

Wanting to put off having to deal with the water, the first thing he went for was another sand tube, though this time they stuck to his hand. Ugh... He tried to lick them off of his palm but that was easier said than done. Fine... He'd wash his damn hands.

Reluctantly, he went over to the water and crouched next to it, squinting down at it distrustfully. When the water level didn't start suddenly rising to drown him, though, he dipped his fingers in- pulled them back, not expecting it to be cold- and then finally dunked both hands in to get it over with, scrubbing the stickiness from them. He then backed off entirely, having hit his limit on amount of contact with water he was willing to put up with today. He stood there with his arms out, dripping, before clenching his eyes and jaw and using the remaining wetness on his hands to try and wipe the stickiness from the corners of his mouth. Kinda worked, but he still hated it, and promptly shook himself off to try and rid himself of the sensation. He wasn't even going to deal with whatever sweet water had dried on his chest or stomach, washing his hands and face had been bad enough.

Guh... damn it, now his hands were all shaky. At least there was another tube with those pebbles to help take his mind off it. He walked over and dumped some into his hand, crunching on that while tipping it again for more.

Mystic

It takes some doing, with occasional glances left and right to ensure there was nobody around, but eventually he manages to empty every single food cylinder in the yard. He has to take greater care not to spill on himself with the other sweet water cylinders- he didn’t want to dunk his hands again. Being sticky and cold sucked.

tHD

Augh-! Something just bonked him on the head!

The sound of an object rolling in the grass drew his eyes to it. One of the round orange things from the tree. There were many others like it on the ground at the roots, likely also fallen from the branches.

…hmm… could these also be food?

clk-clik k-chk

Behind him, the door in the building was making a faint rattling sound.

Spooky

He had just picked up the orange thing to inspect it, empty cylinder in his other hand, when the door behind him started making noise. By the time he noticed said noise, though, he only had enough time to turn and look at it before it opened.

Startled, he dropped the empty cylinder and scrambled for cover, hoping whoever was coming out didn't get a good look at him.

Mystic

His dirty, damaged charcoal form just manages to slip behind the trunk of the tree as whoever was inside that building fully opens the door. He can’t see who or what they are, taut and tense behind the tree, but he can hear the creak of footsteps on the wooden porch.

They’re humming a tune, like the guy in the rich-smelling building with the hot food.

…It stops.

“…huh.” The person hums in thought, and he can hear a plastic clunk as one of the cylinders is rotated on its hook. “Birds went crazy last night… or squirrels, again.”

Rustling sounds. Another metal tin noise, and plastic crinkling. Then- a sound like sand pouring. Were they refilling the food cylinders?

The creaking wood becomes crunching leaves and brushing grass. They were getting closer.

A scaly teal-blue hand, with webbed fingers, faintly pointed nails like tiny claws, and a dusting of silver among the blue, comes into view near the side of the tree.

Shit-!

The hand picks up one of the orange spheres, and disappears from his peripheral vision.

…there’s a soft leathery sound of something tearing, followed by munching.

“Mm! Oranges finally in season~” the voice sang, gleeful. He could detect a faint feminine pitch to it.

The munching continues as the footsteps move away from the tree. He has to hold completely stock still to avoid being seen. The figure walks into view as they go away from the tree and toward the black stone path.

…He’d seen some weird folk, and all things considered, this was not the weirdest, but it was certainly strange. The odd blue skin with scale coating covered the entire body- save for the parts in clothing. Their feet were large webbed flippers, with sandals tucked around the ends of the toes and the sole. Fins cupped the sides of the head, where the hair appeared to be made of- plants?

They didn’t notice him. They were headed away from the building, towards a boxy blue thing on the path.

Spooky

He stood there with one hand gripping the sphere- 'orange'?- he'd picked up, and the other firmly clamped over his mouth to avoid making a sound. The fact the stranger had gotten so close didn't help the tension any, and his back was starting to sting from pressing against the tree.

He finally dared to breathe again once the person had started walking away, but he still knew he wouldn't be able to run for it without making any noise. As they went past, he scootched around as carefully as he could to the other side of the trunk, anxiously peeking out from behind to try and see what they were doing.

Mystic

The person keeps walking, not noticing as he peeks around the tree- thankfully, not even his glowing eyes were standing out enough to give him away during the daytime.

They get into the blue box, opening a door on the side and ducking into the inner chamber. The door shuts, and the box makes a rumbling sound as it comes to life. The blue ‘truck’ moves out of the small concrete path onto the black path, and putts away out of sight.

…He’s alone, again.

At his feet by the tree roots is a strange orange skin, curly and deflated looking. It smelled really fresh and sweet. Did it come off of the orange sphere?

And- all those cylinders in the yard were indeed full again.

Whoever that was, they kept up a constant supply of this strange outdoor sand food.

Spooky

He looked at the scraps of orange and yellow material on the ground, then at the sphere. Were you supposed to take the outside of it off? How, though? It was pretty smooth, albeit sorta bumpy too. He didn't really have any claws like that person did, so he instead used his teeth to cut into it, though it was awfully sour and made his face scrunch up. Yuck!! What was that taste?? He spat out the now partially cooked strip of orange skin he'd managed to pull off the sphere and stuck out his tongue, wishing he could get the rest of the taste off of it.

Still, looking at the sphere again, it seemed there was indeed some kind of softer food of some kind inside it. He used his hands to peel off the rest of the skin, because like hell he was going to put that shit in his mouth again, and was left with some kind of soft, segmented orb. Actually, it split super easily along the segments too, and he was able to pull a piece off of it, which he cautiously tried.

It was still a bit tart, but not godawful sour like the skin was- instead it was kind of sweet and tangy, and juice came out when he chewed on it. Huh. Not bad! He tossed the rest of the orb into his mouth.

Unlike the sand, he'd probably be able to carry a few of these back to his hiding spot. And maybe some of the pebbles too. Keeping an eye on the black path just in case that blue truck came back, he reached up and pulled a few more of those orange spheres off the branches, tucking them in the crook of his arm, and tipping some more of those crunchy pebbles into his hand for later before fleeing back into the woods.

What a score! He'd have to remember how to get back there. It seemed like a pretty good food supply, and with only one person around to guard it!

~*~

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[thelampisaflashlight]

What do you think would be the safe food of the era 5 ghouls?

Definitely varies from ghoul to ghoul, and the fact that I actually had an opinion on what the foods says more about me than I anticipated.

Aether: It’s bananas, or at least things with natural banana flavoring. He can’t stand banana flavored candies for example.

Dewdrop: Texture is key, he needs something crunchy, but it can’t be rough on his mouth, so he eats a lot of Cheerios. Yogurt is also okay, but if it’s made with coconut milk, he gets upset cause it makes it taste chalky to him.

Multi/Swiss: He doesn’t have any food related issues, but he does agree with Dew on the yogurt thing.

Rain: Texture again. He likes tapioca and other things that are chewy.

Mountain: No food issues, but he does try to eat leaves and grass sometimes, and Copia would very much like him to stop reaching up with his head like a giraffe and munching on the leaves in the courtyard.

Cumulus: She doesn’t have any food issues, but she does have a list of the others’ ones purely because that way she can get them treats every now and then. It also helps rule out food thieves.

Cirrus: I don’t know why, but I’m gonna say fruit cups. Like those little plastic cups of peach cubes. She won’t eat the regular fruit.

Sunshine: She’s on team crunchy with Dew, except she hates the plain Cheerios and needs the ones with honey or else she won’t eat them.

[uva-academy-vio]

ok but what ARE the flavors though

-hari

so glad you asked dude :]]

normal - tastes like a rock. it's bland. kind of salty.

water - tastes like a rock. obviously. it's a bit wet, though. also pretty salty. but like, sea salt.

fire - rock flavored. has a kick to it. sort of spicy. it is HOT though. like if you left it outside for several hours covered in several dark-coloured blankets.

grass - moss flavored. also rock flavored. but mostly moss. you can sort of taste chives or garlic, but it's mostly just moss.

electric - tastes like rocks. a bit sour. lemony, but only slightly. it leaves a fizz in your mouth. like those popping candies. i can never remember the name.

rock - you're NEVER gonna guess what this one tastes like. that's right- it tastes like a rock. but even MORE this time?? i don't even know HOW it's possible but it sure does taste like a rock

ground - tastes like dirt. and rocks. mostly dirt. kind of bitter. and salty.

flying - DRY. tastes like a rock. slightly sweet. it's slightly cold, too. like air conditioning.

fighting - crunchy. tastes like a rock. it's slightly salty, but also kinda bitter. mostly savory, but not enough to balance out the rock flavour. you'll immediately get a REALLY bad leg cramp though.

psychic - rock flavoured. slightly sweet. it wakes you up, though. it's uncomfortably moist.

fairy - tastes like. well. a ROCK. it's kind of sweet. it's surprisingly fluffy, for well, a fucking rock. melts in your mouth, kind of like a meringue.

ghost - tastes like a rock. i've said this for a while. very bitter. kind of salty. it doesn't really feel like you're eating it, though. it's hard to chew, rock part aside. idk if it's just me but i can hear some feint whispering whenever i'm near one but like. that's what happens when i'm near ANY ghost-type.

dark - tastes like a rock. obviously. SALTY. it's got a REALLY unpleasant aftertaste. like how hard-boiled eggs smell. it's the WORST.

bug - tastes like a rock. and fucking BUG GUTS. dont eat this shit

poison - it'll give you food poisoning. idk what you expected. and yes, it tastes like a rock.

steel - tastes like metal. it gives me sensory issues. COLD.

ice - rock flavored. and ice flavored. REALLY COLD.

dragon - tastes like a rock. and scales. ew. bitter.

[imustbenuts]

You're in PokeMeshi, what do you cook

yayy an ask!! hmmm in terms of difficulty and accessibility my immediate thought for the easier one is gonna be something like

a grass pokemon salad.

parts from grass pokemon without poison affinity bc im really curious to see how they are different from just regular plants. im talking Cherubi berries and Shiftry leaves and Smolive olives

i think their leaves would actually be pretty crunchy considering its so green looking. and they likely regulate their own moisture so its gonna be some of the leafiest yummy salad out there i bet

meat

in terms of meat id wanna get something like a golem, some fire and some tauros meat. so i can cook tauros steak over golem's rock surface and get some yakiniku that way

and bonus: turning tauros into pemmican. just to see how it'd taste...

anyway my ultimate holy grail would actually be....

kyrogre tuna steaks.

what does kyogre taste like? the ocean? the most delicious blue finned tuna? disappointment? god? climate change? id try it both raw and cooked and stewed. kyogre is so big theres plenty to experiment with i think there would even be enough for a party! :D

[hauntedjpegcollection]

artsy

wc: 1748 au: college au ch: nomi, maran

Click.

The turn of the season brings cool weather, a blessed relief against the sunburned college youths who had enjoyed summer far too much—and with it comes the array of colors that suit Nomi’s tastes just a bit more. Stark oranges, vibrant reds, the hideous decaying trees shaking in the wind dusting crunchy leaves everywhere. She catches one as it falls, drifting lazily in the park. Crumbles it in her gloved hand and then blows the pieces from her palm.

Click.

Xavier’s hair matches the new autumn palette. She takes a picture of him when he’s not looking, as he stands with his hands gesturing wildly in the air. Benji in front of him, serene looking as he is sleepy, hands in his pockets and glasses tilted on his handsome nose. The wind makes his already chaotic hair even messier and prettier. Click. Another picture slightly to the left where Matilda stands over Lark, laying in the grass; she looks to be berating him but—click—and Nomi captures her vulnerable smile and his wide grin. She watches Matilda fold to her knees to straddle his thighs, her hair curtaining them off as she gives him a kiss.

Nomi doesn’t join them.

Click. Click. She looks at the screen of her digital camera, stands of navy hair hanging around porcelain cheekbones. Sunlight through the trees makes a glare on the screen she has to tilt away.

Unlike her friends (she could count them as friends now couldn’t she?), Nomi hates summer. And she’d spent a large portion of it overseas back visiting her mother; who was sniffly about it the entire time, because Nomi’s all grown up now isn’t she? Living the American dream. And when she was here—home? Was here home now?—the only time she’d joined the group was if it was a night time activity or going to be indoors. Which usually meant a lot of drinking at a strangers house, or getting kicked out of an establishment for being too loud.

Nomi didn’t excel at being drunk and fun at parties, and no one could ever accuse her of being loud. So even when she was there, Nomi didn’t feel there.

Which was fine.

Click.

She captures a dog walker with no less than six dogs; a woman in a pantsuit pushing a baby stroller as she chats loudly on the phone; a man and his acoustic guitar and the young college girls hes trying to woo. She doesn’t feel lonely. Mostly, she feels a deep well of apathy and understanding that some things are just better left untouched. Unfelt.

“I didn’t know you were into photography!”

The cheery voice to her side makes Nomi gasp, fumble her camera enough to be thankful she has the strap slung around her neck.

“Shit! Oh, sorry—Nomi, thought you heard me come up, yeah? Sorry, sorry.” Maran’s voice remains cheery, because he’s always sort of talking in a lilting way that inspires comfort; but he’s cringing and holding hands up and looking as awkward as he is pretty. Nomi says nothing for a long moment, staring at the sudden appearance of someone who takes up far too much real estate inside her head.

Instead of answering, she takes a step back, bringing the camera up and—click.

She looks to the screen.

In the picture, Maran smiles boyishly. His hands are mid lowering, blurry in action. The watery autumn sunlight pours around his silhouette, turning him ethereal at the edges. His warm brown skin is beautiful against the backdrop of the park’s dying foliage. Nomi wants to delete the picture immediately. Having him like that feels like cheating; like stealing. Selfishly, she keeps it and instead tilts her face up just enough to look at him and smile.

“I do a bit of modelin’,” Nomi admits, a shy tuck of her teeth to her bottom lip. “And so, I got good with it? Like to take it out the house and pretend I’m doin’ real photography once in a while. Got a cute one of Lark, wanna see?”

She dares to tuck herself closer to him. With the chill in the air, everyones more bundled than usual. Nomi herself in the elegant red peacoat she’s fond of; Maran in a hoodie she very much thinks is borrowed from Xavier. Still, her shoulder brushes his arm and makes her cheeks warm. It feels evil sometimes to let herself creep closer to him. The wind rustles around her hair and suddenly Maran is lifting a hand and gently placing it to the top of her head to stop the beret from falling off.

Oh, I hate you, she thinks. I want you to put that hand everywhere, you rotten jerk.

She holds up the camera for him to see, allowing herself to get closer. Definitely Xavier’s hoodie; smells a bit smoky, though she supposes it could be from Maran tucking just as close as they are now to Benny. The thought makes everything go a bit foggy before she remembers she has to click to get to that silly picture of Lark.

“Too far left and you’ll get to the modelin’ bit, though so don’t do that.”

“These are so good, Nomi.” His compliment makes goosebumps rise across her arms and the nape of her neck. She doesn’t look up at him, goes about tearing into her lower lip again with her teeth. Her lipstick is going to be awful, but she can’t stop herself. “Y’know—” he laughs, which he’s always doing in between sentences, a cheeky thing that makes his face light up prettily, “I was always jealous of people that do artsy stuff.”

“What?” Nomi steps back to look at him better, her face pinched in humored confusion. She sneaks another picture of him before looking for the lens cap in her pocket.

“Right, like, art stuff. Drawin’ or makin’ things like Til, or—this. Right, this is proper art and beautiful too, like that one of Xavier was so good. Got him perfect.” Maran dances back to form a rectangle with his fingers, close an eye and bite his tongue. He looks silly, which makes him also look beautiful. Nomi erupts into small giggles that only encourages his brief pantomiming.

“Yeah, but, you are arty, Maran.” Nomi lets the camera dangle around her neck to lift an arm and pull back her sleeve. On her wrist is a bracelet of woven strings, all of them midnight blues and obsidian purples and. It’s a well loved bracelet, fraying at the seams. Nomi doesn’t ever really take it off, not since Maran had first offered it to her—and then slid it over her hand and onto her wrist himself. The brief touches of his fingers against her skin had lingered with her for weeks.

“Nah,” he laughs, dropping his hands into his pockets. He looks at the ground where his dirty white converses scuff up yellowing grass. “That’s just—that’s kid shit. Just fun.”

“No,” Nomi presses, annoyance dripping in her tone. She steps forward, kicking a booted heel at his converse to stop him from further fucking up the grass. His face drops into an innocent expression that she wants to kiss. She imagines her lipstick leaving smudges of her on him. She imagines a lot—about Maran. A lot.

But instead of lingering on that crush, as she often does, she pushes his chest playfully. He’s caught off guard enough, probably because Nomi so rarely touches anyone. Her finger takes the string of his—or Xavier’s?—hoodie, yanking it.

“No, that’s art. It’s art if you’re making it and you’re puttin’ love in it. Seen the other ones you’ve done too, haven’t I? The cute one for Mouse—had her little namesake woven into it. That’s real difficult stuff, like you put time into that.” She pulls the string just a bit harder and they get closer because of it. She can’t look him in the eye, so she watches the way her finger twines around the string instead. “And I’ve seen some of your needle work. You put flowers on Benny’s denim jacket. Everyone thought he’d be mad—”

“He likes flowers,” Maran says and his voice is just a little breathless. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt—just, he likes flowers.”

“I know Ben likes flowers,” Nomi replies, laughing and finally looking up at him. Underneath his stare she feels so warm that the jacket is almost unnecessary. She’d take him over a heater; she’d take him in her room, warming her up. “That’s why—like that’s fuckin’ art okay? He likes them, you put them there. I like this bracelet, I never take it off, you know?”

“Okay,” he breathes. She laughs again, pushing his chest once more, but not to separate them. Just to—just because it’s nice to touch him. He bounces back to her, smiling like he’s run a mile around the park over and over, with the dog runner and her six pups.

“Oh my God, I’m just beratin’ you and you’re letting me.”

“I can take it. I can so take it.” He lifts an arm to flex, puff up his chest, play tough. She does not comment, because her mouth has gone too dry at the way the fabric of the sweatshirt stretches over his bicep. Instead she turns back to their friends, who have wandered far too close to the pond they’re not meant to get to close to. Xavier is yelling about the ducks—don’t feed them bread! No bread!—and Matilda is laughing shrilly about something Lark’s said. The laugh she holds in most of the time, because she doesn’t think it’s pretty.

“Can I ask?”

“Hm?” She twists to look at him, head cocked.

“What sort of modeling?” His cheeks are a ruddy color, as if maybe he spent too much time at the beach with Xavier during that long hot summer. She wants to pull off her gloves and press her cold hands there to cool them off.

“Oh!” Nomi grins, ear to ear. “I’ll give you the Instagram. Link to the full website’s in the bio.”

A leaf drifts between them and she can’t help but slap her hands together in a loud crack around it, dissolving into laughter as it explodes into little shreds of brown-green dust. Maran jumps to catch another one in the air, just to give it to her, to watch her do it again.

[hypnotisedfireflies]

You Only Live Twice outtake

I found a deleted scene from You Only Live Twice! I wrote this in October/November last year and I'm pretty sure the reason this was cut because I changed my mind about when Joel finds out about what happened between Carlos and Tess. In the completed story, Joel finds out the night before he and Ellie go on patrol. In this version, he goes without knowing.

This would have belonged in chapter 9. A little of the conversation appears in chapter 8.

But anyway, none of this is DD canon now, but it's kind of a cute little scene so I hope you enjoy anyway.

The midday sun beat down over Jackson’s vegetable gardens.  These were planted strategically throughout the city and every single one was experiencing a glut of produce.  Potatoes, cherries, berries, cucumbers, eggplant, tomatoes ... it was a good harvest, and Jackson was very excited about the success and what it meant for them in the months to come. 

Carlos, since taking Vee home a week ago, had picked up considerably.  He was occupied almost constantly in the main mess, helping with the drying, pickling, preserving and storing of various fruits and vegetables. 

They had not yet decided if it was time to tell everyone about Vee.  Lachie wanted more time to collate his research – such that it was – and Maria was torn about going public with the information and risking panic or recklessness that might ensue.  Tommy didn’t want Maria anywhere near it.

“Everyone depends on you to be the goddamn voice of reason, Maria,” he’d said as they – all nine of the co-conspirators – ate dinner at their house the night before.  “You can’t come out saying you knew about this shit or you even believe in it.  You gotta be the even keel.”

Until the bounty was dealt with and Lachie’s notes were complete, they agreed to keep it quiet. 

Sweat trickled between Joel’s shoulder blades by the time he found the patch in which Tess was working.  He paused at the edge and raked his eyes over the gardeners.  He spotted Tess almost at once in her jeans and scarf, harvesting green beans and depositing them into a basket held in the crook of her arm.  He picked his way through the herbs to meet her.

“Hey, listen to this.”  Tess took a bean and snapped it in half.  It was crisp, and he could see the tiny beads of moisture at her fingers.  “Try it.”

Joel obediently opened his mouth to taste it.  The bean was crunchy and rich with flavour.  Once upon a time he would have described beans as tasting vaguely like wet grass – what he assumed wet grass was like, anyway.  Now there was a whole symphony of flavour that his tastebuds had a front row seat to.  It was kind of like learning to eat again, discovering unadulterated food, straight from the source. 

Tess ate the other half and went back to harvesting.  Joel scanned the beans hanging higher from the trellis and began to pick the ones she couldn’t reach. 

“So I’m going out on patrol tomorrow,” Joel bit the bullet.

“How did that come about?”  Tess asked.

“Ellie was supposed to go out with Patrick again, but he did something to his ankle.  No good to go out.”

Tess pointed.  “One there.  Left.  Your other left.  And back … yeah.  I don’t think that’s a good idea, Joel.  She’ll hit the roof when they find out you’re the replacement.”

Joel found another two beans hiding behind the first and took them into his fist.  He lowered his arm and waited for Tess to stop what she was doing and give him her full attention. 

“It was Ellie’s idea.”

“… seriously?”

He deposited the beans in her basket.  “That’s what I’m told.  They offered someone else, she suggested I was free.”

Tess glanced around at the other gardeners.  She gave Joel the basket and adjusted the scarf in her hair, buying herself a little time while she thought it through. 

“How long is the patrol?”

“Three days, two nights.”

Tess scoffed.  “This is not a good idea.  A shorter jaunt, sure, but that long?  You’re stuck with each other.”

“I know.”

“You have to depend on each other.”

“We done all right on that count before.”

“I know,” Tess replied, irritated.  “I’m not – I know that.  But that was before.  This is … I don’t know.”

“It’s more than she’s given me in months,” Joel answered.  “And the fact that it was her idea?  If I said I didn’t want to do it, she’d know.”

“Yeah.”

“And that’d make it worse.”

“And you want to do it,” Tess reasoned, taking the basket back.  “So the rest doesn’t matter.”

“Maybe she’s ready to talk about it.”

“Or she’s luring you off into the forest to shoot you,” Tess muttered.

“Nice, Tess.”

She started picking again.  Joel watched her pattern:  pick a handful, cupping them till her palm couldn’t take any more, then dropping them into the basket and repeating the process.  She moved slowly and methodically along the vines.  Her hand reached in deep to part the thicker sections and ensure she didn’t miss anything.   

They’d had plans tonight.  Dating in Jackson wasn’t easy – you had to get creative given there was essentially nowhere to go.  Tess had made it very clear that she thought the entire concept of ‘date night’ at the end of the world the height of stupidity, but Joel liked getting them out of their own heads, even if it was just for a little while.  He was getting good at finding quiet, untapped nooks in Jackson to which he could take Tess.  There was an overgrown backyard in an unoccupied house not far from theirs that he particularly liked.  He’d take some solar lights down there, a picnic blanket, and for a few hours they could be anywhere else in the world. 

But with a patrol looming, Joel wouldn’t be taking Tess anywhere.  It would be a very early night for him to counter the very early start.  But that wasn’t what bothered Tess.  Something was bothering her, and it wasn’t a change of plans or risking a few days out with Ellie. 

“I’m glad for you,” she suddenly said.  “Really.  This is a good thing.  I think it’s probably a bit soon but … it’s a good thing.  It’s an opening.  So just listen to her, keep your temper and try not to get yourselves killed out there.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m just hot.”

“There’s somethin’ on your mind.”

“It isn’t anything really.  I just wanted to talk to you tonight, that’s all.  There hasn’t been much of a chance to talk to you this week.”

She was right.  Joel had been spending a good deal of time with Carlos and Vee.  Tess had been around too, in her way, that slightly distant manner she exhibited because she didn’t want to crowd in on their time together.  Furthermore, Jackson’s Tenth Anniversary celebrations were in just a few days.  Everyone was involved in that preparation.  Jackson did so love her parties.

“Well, we can talk now.”

“No, I just wanted it to happen.  Organically.  I don’t know.  It’s not … it’s nothing.”

“… what are you talkin’ about?” 

They didn’t play games.  They were always straight with one another – it was one of the few things on which Joel had come to depend.

“It’s just a thing, it’s not important.  It can wait.  It’s more important you go out with a clear head.  Joel,” she added, just as she foresaw another complaint on the horizon.  “I want this for you.  Everything else can wait – this is important.  Okay?”

“Okay,” he agreed, and helped her finish the bean picking without bringing it up again.

[imnothereyet]

@abowlofcurry thanks for the tag! -^_^-

Rules: answer + tag a few people you want to get to know better and/or catch up with!

Favourite color:

ooh this one is tough! warm color is probably "classic leather brown" (hex code #85523) and cool color is probably "teal blue" (hex code #19c5c2) but that can change as i run across better versions

Last song:

"looking for a bookstore" by 'four of a kind'

no matter what i do i would be biasing this one so i'll go with one that wasn't the 3-7 versions of fisher's hornpipe i have heard in the last hour x_x

Last movie:

the boy and the herron during it's initial release. i'm not a big movie person so it had been a few years before then that i watched any movies either haha

Currently watching:

"that time i got reincarnated as a slime" season 3 is finally coming out and i'm do excited! and one piece has been on my currently watching list since

Currently craving:

it's been almost 2 years since i have had taco bell and that is not for lack of desire lmao;

a cheesy gordita crunch, chicken quesadilla, crunchy taco, spicy potato taco, and whatever gimmick burrito they have is the craving of choice right now.

Tea or coffee?:

i was a barista for years, and despite trying hundreds of teas it still tastes like grass to me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

so always coffee for me, though i like mine as just a plain cup i am a big fan of tasting espresso of varietals/origins/blends that sound interesting. (if you're as big a coffee nerd as me, my home setup is a sca gold cup certified bonavita 5 cup brewer with a melitta #4 or v60 02 brewer depending on my mood lol)

tagging a few people i see in my notes regularly, but feel free to ignore me if you just don't want to!

@capn-o-my-soul @frankie--the--fox @cipnrkorvo @cleopatra7604 @aroacevampire

[strelles-universe]

The Starlands - The Bleeding Canyons

A dark and somewhat desolate place in the after-life, creatures who’ve committed serious crimes in life find their way into the Canyons. The grass grows from the ground already brown, crunchy and dead; scattered sparsely throughout the territory alongside twisted, craggy dead brushes with drooping branches and dead leaves. The few trees that grow there grow along the boundaries of the Canyons with awkward, gnarly trunks making a candid attempt at blocking out the sky. The dirt is completely dry, crumbling easily in the paws of anyone who attempts to pick it up or remains packed so tightly to itself it’s like concrete. 

The wind blows softly and continuously, kicking up sand creating duststorms occasionally and shaking branches from the trees. Living in the Canyons isn’t exactly what anyone would deem painful, just deeply depressing. Water runs through the Canyons, but the surface water is stagnant and ill-tasting, and the water that flows freely underground often tastes of iron. Almost none of the creatures inhabiting the Canyons can be seen right away, the nooks and crannies of the place creating levels. Ultimately, the kindest spirits or the ones who’ve learned their lessons can be seen loitering by the forest stretches; miasma covering their faces as they look out towards the better places.

The Bleeding Canyons aren’t an inherently pain-filled place - spirits left to their own devices tend to wander aimlessly, dragging their claws through the haze of despair that constantly blankets the place. Most spirits here have died violently - through war or poison and the markings remains; killing blows dripping with an inky black blood-like substance from the wound. Every resident of the Canyons gains red pupils, often paired with black scherla making them as members of the dismal place. The appearance of Canyon spirit is fully dependent on their mindset - the more a spirit doubles down on their actions in life and continues to commit atrocities in death, the worse their state becomes. 

The worst cats are thin, and their ribs can be seen through their pelts, often with overgrown teeth or claws. Their wounds become infested with maggots and flies buzz around them - sometimes a spirit reaches a state where wounds achieved in death don’t heal, leaving them tattered and bloodied. 

The Banished are the oldest spirits of the factions to enter the Bleeding Canyons. Spirits long since- twisted by their hatred and vitriol into forms that no-longer resemble any living being. The younger spirits whisper among themselves - a blessing and a curse to be returned to an Ancient Form but one that is tortured and warped beyond its true form. There is no hiding their new shape, no miasma thick enough to disguise their horrid states.

There is very little unity to be found in the Canyons, unofficial camps and plots of territory claimed by any spirit strong enough to back up his word. While many spirits are willing to stay off to the side, live out their afterlives in quiet sadness; these little factions are known for endless seas of violence. They are constantly at war with each other with many semi-successful attempts at unifying them until a newer spirit attacks and topples the totem pole. The Banished are the only faction of old spirits who’ve managed to maintain their lives though many believe that it's because no one is insane enough to attack the mad-men of their afterlife.

Those who dwell in the Canyons are capable of communicating with the living in their dreams, reaching out and guiding their souls to a place to speak. The miasma that surrounds them can be twisted and changed, used to hide their wounds and injuries; capable of giving them a somewhat ordinary appearance. These spirits often used the setting created by the dreaming creature’s mind to keep up the charade of their wellness. The more times a Canyon cat successfully reaches out to a living creature, the easier it becomes to access them - someone who allowed themself to be contacted for too long risks outright possession of their body.

All that said about this place of misery… it is possible to escape the Canyons.

The Canyons are an echo-chamber of a sorts -  if you find a faction, it’s rare that you’ll reflect on your actions, that you’ll consider what you did or how your behavior affected others. This encourages spirits to sink deeper and deeper, clinging tightly to whatever ideals dragged them there in the first place.

But if a spirit could break free, could release themself from the reaffirming whispers; it was entirely possible that spirit could finally understand how they had been condemned. When the cycle is broken the spirit will find themselves drawn closer and closer to the border, the calling becoming stronger and stronger. The spirit will only notice that they’ve been freed when the four-pace-rule is broken.

Freedom from the Canyons doesn’t mean instant entrance to the Meadows however, these Red Stars traditionally find themselves in the last location of the Starlands.

[pigeon-ahhh]

what I think genshin characters would taste like

and I mean this in a cannibalistic way. Arlecchino: chess pieces with a slight hint of cranberries, along with a drink of alcoholic cider

Chiori: fabric Xianyun: mint cotton candy

Gaming: green tea with honey

Chevreuse: fish and chips/french fries

Navia: lemon meringue pie

Furina: strawberry shortcake or a chocolate soufflé

Charlotte: strawberry poptarts

wriothesley: British. He just tastes British.

neuvillette: cold mist

Freminet: salty caramel ice cream

Lyney: giant cherry gummy bear

Lynette: green jello

Kirara: grass

Baizhu: chicken noodle siup

Kaveh: peeps or peaches

Mika: scrambled eggs

Dehya: grilled chicken

Alhaitham: rotten spinach

Yao Yao: radishs

Wanderer/Scara:jasmine rice

Faruzan: stained glass or the classical grandma strawberry candy

Layla: melatonin gummies

Nahida: spearmint gum

nilou: tulips

Cyno: sandy sandwich (a sandwich if you will)

Candace: caramel

Dori: pomegranates

Tighnari: wild mushrooms

collei: steamed seasoned broccoli with melted cheddar cheese

heizou: either gasoline or macaroons there’s no in between

Kuki: rasberries

Yelan: old fashioned coke

Ayato: boba

Yae Miko: cotton candy

Shenhe: polar ice gum

Yun jin: Mochi

Itto: those tall spirally rainbow suckers

Gorou: dog fur and bones

Thoma: chicken skewers

Kokomi: bubblegum

Raiden Shogun: dango and chocolate milk

Sara: chicken tenders

Yoimiya: chocolate lava cake

Sayu: warm milk

Ayaka: windshield ice

Kazuha: maple syrup

Eula: mint and cold wayer

Yanfei: strawberries

Rosaria: black cherry ice cream or frozen peas

Hu Tao: vanilla chocolate ice cream swirl

Xiao: tofu

Ganyu: snow cones

albedo: chalk and gatorade

Zhongli: two year old chocolate coin from easter

Xinyan: spicy cinnamon candy

Childe: really juicy orange

diona: sue me but beer

Klee: pop rocks

venti: really fresh apples and wine

Keqing: pez

Mona: a very crunchy salad with shredded cheese and eggs

Qiqi: the smell of rotten fruit

Diluc: dark chocolate with cranberry drizzle and a strawberry with chocolate syrup

Jean: melted marshmallows and rice crispys

sucrose: lime martini

Chongyun: popsicle

Noelle: roses

Bennett: raw chicken

Fischl: dragonfruit

Ningguang: really expensive steak

Xingqiu: blueberry

Beidou: salmon

xiangling: spicy soup

Razor: wild berries

Barbara: popcorn

Lisa: moldy grapes

Kaeya: toothpaste

amber: mangoes

me and my friends spent 20 minutes giving every character a taste I can’t