#keep in mind that if you wanna is on flaming pie

[lennon666]

The Trips that Never Were

John Lennon - (Just Like) Starting Over, Double Fantasy, 1980

Paul McCartney - If You Wanna, Flaming Pie, 1997

[sashi-ya]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟑 DAY 10: IMPREGNATION Sabo 𝘹 𝘍! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Requested by: anon ➡Hi! I wanted to ask for a kink in your kinktober event? Day 10 with Sabo! With a Fem reader please 🙏🏻 I never find things for him 😭 Thanks! tw: mdni. impregnation. rough sex. choking. mentions of pregnancy. 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

He always wanted to, and you did too. But there was a big sense of responsibility in him,and being a father now wasn’t at all in his plans. But that night, when he couldn’t resist himself no more, and a dark aura of lust engulfed his mind, things changed.

That day, while you scrolled through the endless mild entertaining twitter posts, you found a video where a couple of youngsters indulging in "cream pie activities". So, you had no option but to text your man. You thought of attaching the link, but considering he was probably spending his morning on a uni lecture, and that his mind runs wild when you only give him a little, the best option was still a plain -but hot- text.

10:30  • 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ↷ when will you fill me up, hun? I want your warm cum flooding my insides, aren’t you willing to do it? Don’t you wanna fuck me rough and violent? I want you to do it, daddy ~ 10:32 • 𝙨𝙖𝙗𝙤🎩↷ babe? I’m in class, what- what the hell? 10:33 • 𝙨𝙖𝙗𝙤🎩↷ We will speak when I’m home… 10:34 • 𝙨𝙖𝙗𝙤🎩↷ Was that necessary? Ugh…

You giggled and continued with your day. Perhaps it was nothing, maybe it did make a difference… who knows?

You received many messages throughout the day, but, as a good player you left them on read. Let the man desire your body, let Sabo turn desperate for your attention. You knew there had to be a way to light a sparkle of darkness inside of him, because you still wanted to try how far he could go.

By the time the night came, you totally thought he would be too tired to even remember the initial text, and that he was probably mad at you for not answering. And you weren’t totally wrong.

The sound of keys moving alerts you from him coming home. And you wait peacefully sitting on the couch while watching a pirates tv show for his at least annoyed questions.

“(NAME)!” he demands your presence when he gets inside and takes off his coat.

You close your eyes, ready to act as if nothing happened. “I’m here, sitting on the couch” you tell him.

There is silence, complete silence, before the loud stomps of his winter boots fly to the other side of the living room.

“You in the couch doing what? Mh?” he asks, getting in between you and the television.

You widen your eyes; he is mad mad. Not just mad. “I- hi? Did you eat? Do you want me to cook fo-“

Sabo shuts you up with his strong hand over your mouth. While the other hand rips your blanket away.

You let him do it. You want him to show you the wild side he has been holding back. And to top it all off, your hand reaches for his belt. You can’t actually pull from it, but your nails can barely graze the leather around his hips. That, in any case, works perfectly fine as a flame fan.

The blonde pinches your cheeks and move your head to the side. He notices your smirk, and with his lips pressed against your temple he murmurs a “fuck”.

Sabo needs you now. He has been hard since morning, don’t prolong his suffering…

“You wanted for my warm cum to fill you up, mh? Then spread your legs for me. You will be overflowing with it until I am satisfied and you pregnant as hell”  he grunts, being nothing but delicate.

It makes you shiver, and your panties to go dripping wet. “Fill me up and leave me pregnant as much you wish, daddy ~” you purr, causing him to grunt loudly.

Sabo proceeds to grab you by your neck, squeezing enough to make you dizzy but for oxygen to keep flowing. He seems like a professional doing this, even if this is the first time doing such thing to you.

As he keeps choking you, Sabo pulls down your pants with enough strength to rip them in one swift motion.

“You wanted me to become this way, didn’t you?” he asks, panting, looking straight into the wet spot on your panties. “Look how wet you are for my cock…”

You look at him with the slutiest eyes he has ever seen, and sticking your tongue out you give him total submission. His metallic grey eyes shine, Sabo is desperate to fuck you, hard.

“Give it to me, daddy… pwease” you moan, spreading your legs. “This is gonna get you so fucking pregnant…” he murmurs, while letting his pants fall to the ground. Sabo proceeds to carve his knee against the coach in between your legs. And then a quick pump on his throbbing, almost painfully, hardness.

A violent swing turns you slightly to the side, he needs the perfect position to get deep inside you.

Sabo first grazes your dampened panties with his precum sprouting tip. The grace of the lace against his gland, makes his toes curl. While you, feeling the pressure of his irreverent pushing on your clit, desperately wish for him to already move the fabric once and for all. And even if a good measure to punish you would be to make you wait, Sabo simply can’t resist the urge to penetrate your walls.

“Daddy… please~” you whine, begging. “Desperate for my cum, little bitch?” he scoffs, pulling your panties to the side with such force it makes your panties sewing to suffer.

He doesn’t even take the time to pull your underwear off, Sabo simply pulls them to the side to finally guide his cock towards your entrance. He plays with the tip, getting it fully coated with your needy elixirs.

You squirm and buck up your hips for him to go deeper. Your nails carve on his strong forearms and they don’t leave marks until he rams so hard into you.

“Fuck, Sabo!” you mewl, you could feel his intrusion up in your stomach if you had to describe it. But it seems not to be enough for him…

Sabo smirks, and quickly grabs your right ankle to pull it up. “Mh? What? Do you think you will get impregnated if I don’t go deep enough? No, (Name). I gotta make sure it gets there…” he says, while dropping your leg on top of his left shoulder.

You widen your eyes. If the last ram got that deep, now… you are not sure if it will be possible.

But it is. And your back arches. And you moan even louder.

Sabo sweats by how fast and hard he is going in and out, and even sometimes up too. Those are specially strong, making you to feel like losing the total control of your body. You feel like bursting, he does too.

Sabo always wanted to fill you up. To impregnate you with his seed. But always held back. But not tonight…

As you tremble in orgasmic spasms, he enjoys your walls milking him. Your anatomy gives the young politics student, the last kick for climax to take over.

His mind blurs. His eyes get fixed on yours. Lips semi apart, not even growling, just panting like a beast in heat.

“There. Is. No coming..back- Name, take my cum and don’t you dare let it waste…” he moans.

“Make me pregnant, daddy… I want my belly full of it” you whine, in between the shivers your orgasm gives you.

“pl-ease…. hold it… in…. I love you” “with great plea-ngh… I love you more”

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[cherry-poppins]

Drunken Confessions (UF!Sans x Reader)

I'm not good with words but I’ll pour my heart out to you

Drink until my heart and mind are through

I look into your eyes and I see a reflection of mine

I think we’ll be alright

“What do you mean?! Is he alright? Why didn’t you stop him?! Yeah I know it’s your job but still…. yeah yeah I'm on my way, don’t let him leave and keep an eye on him till i get there, i mean it” You hand up the phone with a sigh which quickly turned into a groan. Quickly grabbing your jacket you make your way over to Grillby’s. 

You had received a call from Grillby requesting you to pick up Sans, finding out he was more liquor than skeleton and that he didn't want to deal with San's “drunk ass”.

Kicking the snow of your shoes as you enter the bar, scanning the area only to find Sans slumped over the counter giggling to himself. Well at least he was in a good mood this time.

After hearing the door close, his skull lifted a little to glance over at you. His drunk daze melting a little as he grinned happily at you, waving with enthusiasm and winking at you “eyyy! there'z ma babydoll! whut’s happnin’ hot stuff?~” 

Oh yeah this was gonna be real fun. 

“Saannnsss…..” you let out in a sigh, giving him a sympathetic gaze before asking. “How much have you had to drink?” 

“hmm… not nuff.. haha…” he grinned, giggling to himself. He had multiple shot glasses and a half empty bottle of fire whiskey next to him. He wasn’t exactly a lightweight, the complete opposite actually. Yet whenever he did shots that logic seemed to fly out the window. “oh! I forgot to ask; how do ya like my outfit?” he spun around on the bar chair, striking a pose.

You couldn’t help but smile as you shook your head. Followed by a laugh that you were trying so hard to hide. “I think I'd like it a lot better if you were sober, Sans”

“Well where's the fun in dat, eh~

“Oh my sweet drunk, bone boy…” You whispered sweetly, giving him a sweet look. You couldn’t stay mad at him, not when he was like this. He could get a scolding after his hangover the next morning. “Have you eaten?” You asked as you put your arm around him. He usually forgot to feed himself, something you learned about sans when he got drunk. Which is funny because he loved to eat, anything and everything. 

He takes your hand, giving it a light squeeze with his cold bony hand.  “Nah, ‘m actually pretty hungry.” He says, glancing at you with his wide eye lights and his goofy grin. “Wanna get a slice of pie and watch tv with me, doll?”

You smile at him, squeezing his hand back in recognition. “Pie and Tv sounds fucking amazing right now” you answer as you helped sans out of his chair. “come on you ol’ bag of bones let's get you home”' You paid Sans bill, leaving Grillby a generous tip. Joking that he needed it after tonight, which rewarded you a laugh from the flame monster. A rare treat.  

The wind blew, and the snow was falling lightly. It was such a calm, tranquil night. The only sound was the wind rustling through the trees, the sounds of crunchy snow under shoes, and the occasional chatter between the two as they walked home. 

You breathed in the cold night air, smiling as snowflakes decorated your face, scattering themselves throughout your hair. Looking down at Sans you could help but smile, once again giggling to himself as he recites the worst of puns. With the occasional dad joke or two. They were so bad that you couldn't help but laugh. “So Sans, what were we thinking of watching when we got home?” You ask as you unlock the front door to the house.  

He grinned like a kid in a candy shop, watching you make your way into the kitchen. Fetching the two of you big slices of pie “Shitty movie marathon!” He says in a goofy tone, throwing himself onto the couch. He immediately grabs the remote and turns down the tv volume. He snuggles in close, putting his cold hand on your leg. 

You could help but grin at this, snuggling him back making a comment how fucking cold his hands weren and taking one of them into your own to warm it up. This was a tradition you and Sans had, every few months you and Sans find shitty movies to watch. Usually found at the dump or given to you by Alphys, binge 'em till they’re either so bad you have to stop watching or you fall asleep…. We always fell asleep. "Yeah, Shitty movie marathon!!" You chanted enthusiastically, handing him a slice of pie.

Sans took his slice of pie stuffing his face quickly, his eyes glued to the screen. He seems like he’s having a good time, occasionally stealing a glance at you with a smile. You couldn't help but giggle to yourself, finding San's antics quite charming. You enjoy eating your slice of pie watching a movie about a troll in a city who could magically make flowers grow…. It was horrific but shit talking it with Sans made it all the better. "Still drunk, bone boy?" You couldn't help but ask. 

His eyes widened a little bit, freezing in the middle of swallowing a bite of pie. “Uh-“ he swallowed quickly, gulping down the bite of pie “y-yup.” He glanced away quickly, embarrassed and flushed slightly. He takes a deep breath in through his nostrils, trying to calm his nerves down. He was never very comfortable telling white lies though… he always feels guilty afterwards… he’s never really gotten any better at them. 

You instantly catch onto his lie, his body language and response said it all. Something you picked up with Sans was the lies... Not big ones, lil innocent white lies that everyone tells.But seeing him nervous like that gave you some questions. You thought that was strange, you thought you two were having a good time, what happened. Did you catch him at a bad time? Was he mid thought of something? "You sure? What's up?" You question slightly, giving him a little nudge.

His lips part slightly as he ponders for a moment. He opens his mouth to speak, pausing for a moment. After a couple seconds of hesitating, his face turns a bright shade of red.

“Well…” He starts before turning his gaze. He seems incredibly nervous as his voice gets all scratchy and his hands start to shake slightly. He takes a breath in through his nostrils, letting the air fill his lungs as he pauses. This is unlike the bold and cocky Sans you knew.. But this wasn't new, Sans always had an anxiety issue but he seemed to deal with it very well. 

Putting your plate of pie to the side you take both his hands into yours, rubbing your thumbs along his knuckle. You knew Sans was never good with his words, but he was trying. And you did your best to encourage him when he did. "Sans.... you don't have to tell me what’s wrong but....i want to help you, even if it's something i can’t help with perhaps saying it will give you some peace of mind." You look into his eyes gently, leaning your forehead into his. "I promise  won't think any less of you" 

His eyes soften as he stares into your eyes. Tears started to well up in his eyes. He seemed on the verge of breaking down. He opens his mouth a couple times before finding his voice. For a strong skeleton who could wipe out armies with a single attack, he seemed so fragile. He looks at you with wide, tearful eyes and says the words.

“What are we?” 

oh…

The question completely threw you off guard. So this… this is why he… You didn't know what to say, the look on his face broke your heart. But this explained so much, getting drunk at the bar, the shitty movie marathon which was our tradition!! Why you and Papyrus couldn't find him early that day. Why he was being weird all week! Fuck you were really bad at reading him sometimes. 

You always thought you were together, an unspoken thing between you both. Heck even papyrus thought we were already “mates”, as much as you hated the term as it didn't describe your relationship one bit. Reassurance and confirmation is what he wanted. “Well I thought we were together already…. But i’m guessing a verbal confirmation is what you’d like” 

He nodded slowly, sweat beading down his skull as he avoided your gaze.

You take his head with your free hand, tilting it up to meet your gaze. You spoke softly and sweetly as he listened to every word.“We’re partners Sans, we may not be like every other couple here in the underground but we do we. We may not do the whole “dating” thing but that doesn't make us any less partners. If you’d like, I can take you out on dates and you may take me out on some if you’d prefer.” 

He nodded slowly, whispering a thank you as you ran your thumb along his cheek. That seemed to ease some of his nerves but there was something else. Before you could ask it seemed to already slip outta him.  

“I… I think I love you… ”

A beat of silence followed by a blink before the realization hits you. You feel your cheeks heat up as you try to find the words. But as his gaze caught yours, you looked at him with wide eyes as his was brimming with tears. The look on his face broke your heart, knowing this was very hard for him to do.Yet you were proud of him for saying so… it was a lot of emotions for you to process. So you did the first thing that came to mind. 

“I don't know if this is too soon or if ya not into that shit but i… w-what?” his voice stutters as you pull him into a hug, snuggling into his thick sweater. He tenses at first, unsure how to react but he slowly melts into the hug. 

"I love you too ya bone head.....” You whisper to him before giving him a kiss on the cheek “Thank you for telling me" 

He seems a bit taken aback by the kiss, completely taken unaware as it landed right on his warm, bony cheek. He’s still completely red in the cheeks, his heart starts racing again. The kiss made it completely skyrocket, feeling all warm underneath his shirt. He was still embarrassed from telling you his feelings because he wasn’t really very good at dealing with his emotions in general…but he wasn’t complaining… just very flustered.  

You couldn't help but laugh, overwhelmed with joy. As well as the look on San's face. Huh maybe you should've taken things slow? You weren't exactly the best with relationships, and you were a mess but... Sans said he loved you.... that was good enough for you. " So how are we gonna do this, Now that we’re officially dating?" you couldn't help but ask, slightly nervous. It's not like things were going to be any different right? 

“Well… what do you wanna do?” He says, grinning. His eyes are completely locked on yours with a shy, flirty look in his eyes as he takes your hands in his once again. “I mean do we do what we’ve always done? Or like…” his cheeks start getting red again, him still having to get used to all the lovey-dovey couple stuff that went with dating.

You couldn't help but mimic San's shyness, instinctively averting your eyes occasionally looking back. You weren't usually this nervous, but you weren't used to “proper” relationships or dating... or couple stuff.... You felt a little overwhelmed. You didn't know why, you were fine just before thinking that you two were together. Why should it be any different now?  "Um.... im not sure.. also for the record i'm not really good at the whole lovey-dovey dating thing.... I would be just fine if we didnt what we’ve been doing ya know? " you say anxiously, your voice trailing off at the end. Your heart felt like it was beating outside your chest... and your stomach felt kinda sick. 

“Like yeah I steal your sweater and stuff, you and I flirt and make lewd comments back and forth. we cuddle a lot, occasionally get touchy and shit but I can't….. I don't know if I can do uh…I can’t…” 

Sans eyes widened as you spoke, kinda understanding what you were getting at. He gently stroked his phalanges along your knuckles. He reached his free hand out to stroke the side of your face tenderly. His fingers were cold but soothing on your skin, stopping you mid ramble. He could already tell that you really had no idea about romance or all the cutesy coupley stuff and that you were uncomfortable or unsure about doing anything more. 

He sighed as he pulled you into him, your back against his chest. “Darlin’ we don’t have to do anythin’ you don’t wanna do. ‘Kay?” 

You thank him slightly, hugging his arms around your waist. Grateful that you didn't need to explain yourself and that he was already on board. You look up at him, grinning as he flashed his pretty smile, his gold tooth glinting in the light. You felt safe in his arms, loved under his gaze. And you know too that he felt loved by you. You close your eyes as you hear Sans purr softly, feeling the vibrations from his rib cage against your back. It’s like everything is okay when you’re with Sans. 

… You two were going to be fine

Authors Note:

I wasn't expecting to write another Underfell Sans oneshot and yet here we are…. i also have another oneshot for him lined up but that's gonna be a while. I guess he's my favourite right now? writing wise anyways, I'm trying give love to my other skeletons such as UF and US papyrus, a US Sans oneshot that was requested, Some FSG Sans because theres is not enough content for my man and im so upset!! Like come on!! I'm trying to write as much as i can but its hard because motivation has been lacking and I've been working late nights at my job but hopefully i'll write more soon. Y'all seemed to enjoy my last UF Sans oneshot so hopefully you'll like this one. :) <3 (have i edited this, yes. Do i think its shit writing…. also yes. But i swear i need to post it because this one is "finished" and if i dont post this one now imma still be editing and rewriting it for another few months)

[berrypass-de-murdler]

2 - 12 The Murder of the Butler

When google docs decides to count softgico as a word but not deductive

Anyway thought Marble was the 70th designed character, but actually she's the 71st and Bronze got that honor

But still 70 CHARACTERS WITH OFFICIAL CARTOONVERSE ARTWORKS!!

Maid Marble is a piebald (or marbled!) badger. She's not AS resentful as her canon counterpart and generally acts like a sweet old lady. Her dark secret is that she has an unfathomable taste for humans! Wanna guess what's in that pie?

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

A great song came on, and everyone is dancing their asses off at Bronze’s hero party. Except Logico, of course, he doesn’t dance. He picks up Lord Violet’s biography, still covered in a bit of blood - the murder weapon from his dramatic rescue. If he wants lore, this is where to get it. As he reads the first paragraph, he tries to envision deep within his mind every detail, attempting to use Irratino’s ‘past-vision’ technique to uncover the mystery more… 

A blazing fire erupts in a forest. Giant deer-like creatures run for their lives, faces out of view. Logico can feel their tension, leaping over debris, barely avoiding flames, hooves slamming against the ground. One of the creatures is just a child, and can barely keep up…

The baby one falls, injured. Despite the encroaching blaze, an adult stops and turns back for it, trying to lift it up to its feet. Another tree falls, and it has no choice but to sling it over its back and run. 

As the fire settles, only the baby emerges from the forest, very weak. It collapses outside a settlement. But a shadow stands over it, and reaches out a hand…

The book takes a sudden shift to many years later. Logico wonders why so much was cut out? But he learns some key information. Lord Violet once supported the Reds - an alliance in the Drakonian Civil War. 

The animal, now with the iconic mask, stands stock still in a barren room that is so tightly cramped it couldn’t even be a bathroom. There is a lot of blood on the ground, and a slumped body on the pathetic excuse for a bed. Lady Violet, who hasn’t even grown wings yet, is crouched in a corner, and by the entrance, a twisting, dripping humanoid lurches.  Who could the killer have been? 

After all, as Irratino always says, assassins tend to carry swords, rather than heavy purses or leather gloves.

Lord Violet leaps and pins down the attacker, thrusting the sword out of their hands with his horns. With the thing in his nonexistent mouth, he slashes at them, but the figure ducks, and the sword breaks in half. The assassin creeps out on all fours and runs, perhaps never to be seen again.

Violet rests his head on the body. There’s no hope left, Beryl is long gone. The littlest Lady Violet clutches onto her father’s leg and cries. They bury their friend on a nearby island, and mourn, knowing nothing could ever replace him.

The book ends rather abruptly, explaining Lord Violet’s turn to violence and longing for revenge against the killer. Logico shuts the book and rubs his eye. This has caught him very off guard, and now that he’s done, all the other guests have left. Heavy-hearted and deeply uncomfortable, he heads back to his room, and prays it won’t take too long to fall asleep.

The end!

First episode with 0 dialogue I think?? Hope it's not too boring

I am excited to write Minimurdle regardless of how obviously not canon it is. I mean

We already got baby Eminence and Red confirmed!!! (hhhh forgot I can't show baby red yet)

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[thirdtidemouse]

my (official and real) sketchbook playlist!! descriptions underneath! i have put the songs in a specific order and tried to make sure all the songs fit their vibe too outside (or disregarding) lyrics. also the types of music i think theyd enjoy lol.

1.. don't believe - vashti bunyan

oh, don't believe that love brings happiness gone tomorrow, here today love involves so much unhappiness don't believe what they say

lets kick it off with some folksy bittersweet 🤟this is both kaisa and johanna separately, before they meet. and their mirrored loneliness

2. apple pie - the scary jokes

i'll always be too shy to say what's on my mind i'm fantasizing all the time

the scary jokes are on this playlist. kaisa music. magic shygirl type of stuff

3. walking all day - graham coxon

walking all day with my mind on fire tryin' to get talkin' to you

this one's johanna vibes. ohh the days she'd spend walking round town, visiting the library, daydreaming about running into her and pretending it was an accident. she can't sit still, always restless, a teenager again

4. beautiful brain - mabel ye

i think you're beautiful i think you've got a beautiful brain i think you're beautiful i check up on it every day and while we sit just four feet across separated by a wall that is both white and moss i feel distance from you i feel closer to you

real ones know this came up in sketchbook week.. watch the music video for this!! (its sketchbook af)

5. super crush - tiger trap

i've got a supercrush on you because i think about you night and day

i'm not explaining this

6. the too much song - lemon demon

you're too much or am i not enough? you're (too much) and i feel this way much too much the longer that i wait the more you are much to my dismay

kaisa's perspective..

7. pink smoke - the scary jokes

you walk through walls set off the smoke alarms i feel your arms wrapping around me your aura almost drowns me pink smoke gets stuck in my throat when i say your name my heart goes up in flames

aaah johanna is crushing on a being of magic!

8. trees and flowers - strawberry switchblade

and i hate the buildings and the way they tower over me can't you see? i get so frightened no-one else seems frightened

strawberry switchblade is such kaisa music! goth & sweet! this song is definitely her but i think johanna's general anxieties about the city & the wilderness really show up in this song. they connect over these anxieties

9. i wanna be the moon - the scary jokes

it's scary to see you falling for me i wish that i could be i wanna be, i wanna be the moon i can't make you cry from way up in the sky and that's the reason why i wanna be, i wanna be the moon

kaisa's perspective. she doesn't like to get too close to people

10. it must be love - madness

i never thought i'd miss you half as much as i do

cmaaan johanna would love madness. london gerl. also one of the actual best love songs ever written ever

11. i have the moon - lush

you have to fly around the world all day to keep the sun upon your face i'd like to come and comfort you but i'd be blinded by the blue you have the sun, i have the moon

another sketchbook week song OOPS... literally sun/moon couple.

12. m'lover - kishi bashi

i wanna do what lovers do with you i wanna walk the edge of the earth with you

ripped STRAIGHT off the hilda soundtrack shamelessly. lovely magical sound. this plays when they're going on a very long expedition together

13. soho square - kirsty maccoll

one day you'll be waiting there no empty bench in soho square and we'll dance around like we don't care and i'll be much too old to cry and you'll kiss me quick in case i die before my birthday one day you'll be waiting there come summertime in soho square and i'll be painting stars up in the sky before i get too old to cry before my birthday

one of kaisa's first crushes was kirsty maccoll i'll say it. this song is so emotional the strings her vooiice!! this is a city love song. this is johanna leaving trolberg within the hc that they were childhood friends.

14. let's do everything for the first time forever - of montreal

may we dance again so i can pretend we're dancing for the first time? because when we danced for the first time i was so nervous!

it's been so long for both of them they're like teenagers again.. every time they talk its like talking to a school crush. embarrassing af. we both are out of practice with romance. let's do it together!!

15. black magic - little mix

take a sip of my secret potion i'll make you fall in love for a spell that can't be broken one drop should be enough

hehehehe!!!

16. my girlfriend is a witch - october country

spells fill the air i think i hear footsteps on my stair coming near her thoughts are telling me that she's here

quintessential hilda fandom song. how could i not?

17. she's got a new spell - billy bragg

one minute she says, she's gone to get the cat in next thing i know, she's mumbling in latin she cut the stars out of the sky and baked them in a pie, that's how i know she stole the scene and the scenery the script and the machinery, that's how i know that she's got a new spell

another witch's lover's song.. all that magic in one household can't be good.

18. lovers rock - tv girl

are you sick of me? would you like to be?

this song is just so chilled and lovely like a quiet night in. but captures the nerves and uncertainty of dating as well

19. riches and wonders - the mountain goats

we write letters to each other, invent secrets to confess to i learn foreign and exotic terms of endearment by which to address you we feed fresh fruit to one another we stay up all night and i am healthy, i am whole, but i have poor impulse control and i want to go home but i am home we are strong, we are faithful we are guardians of a rare thing we are filled with riches and wonders our love keeps the things it finds

domesticity and true love at its greatest. i love tmg!!

20. settin' the woods on fire - hank williams

you're my gal and i'm your feller dress up in your frock of yeller i'll look swell, but you'll look sweller! tonight we're settin' the woods on fire

off some country records johanna would 'co-own' with woodman. so fun. this gets put on in the pearson household when they have a family evening in

21. acolyte - slaughter beach, dog

annie, i want you to marry me we'll wait a few years i don't mean to frighten you i just want to be clear. man, it cuts like a dull knife when you're young and you're told 'makes sense when you're older,' darling, let's get old

not much to say on this one. i luv this song :-)

22. all i want is you - barry louis polisar

if you were a river in the mountains tall the rumble of your water would be my call if you were the winter i know i'd be the snow just as long as you were with me when the cold winds blow

juno soundtrack to finish it off :-) the core of sketchbook to me is joy & comfort & nature & magic

i hope u guys enjoyed this! lmk what you think of these interpretations! show me some lyrics you think about!

[abbatoirablaze]

Wild Stallion, Curtis Everett

Word Count:  1.3k

Warnings:  angst, secret pregnancy

“Come on, sweetheart, just drop the price.  Your pop pop and I were good friends,” the man smirked as he leaned against the fence, “ain’t no one better to take em off your hands.”

“He’s a perfect stud,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes at your father’s ‘friend’, “my pop pop would want the most he could get for him.”

“He’s a wild shit that needs broken.”

“If you don’t think you’re the man for the job, just say it, Reggie,” a voice said calmly from the beginning of the barn.  Your breath caught in your throat as he tipped his black cowboy hat up and peered at you momentarily with his captivating blue-green eyes, “don’t go trying to talk  the city girl down because you can’t break a stallion.”

“Better watch our words there, Everett.”

“And you better keep to what you know…finances.  You’re no cowboy.  And it’s a little too late in life for you to be starting now.”

“Funny, I don’t remember inviting you to look at my stallion, Curtis.” You recalled, finally getting your bearings around your old flame, “I was showing him off to Reggie Carver…seeing if he wanted to buy em.”

“No need,” Curtis shrugged.  You watched as the fabric clung to his broad shoulders, “I’ll take him off your hands.  For the asking price.”

Reggie gave an annoyed sigh and turned away from the fence, “I’m not paying full price for that thing.”

“Then fuck off, Reg.  We’ve got a deal to close on!” Curtis smirked, taking a few steps forward.  His boots clicked with each step, the spurs on the back reminding you that he wasn’t just playing cowboy. 

You swallowed your nervousness as he took the few steps to join your side, and every emotion you held began to rush at you like a freight train. 

Memories of when the two of you were little, toddling around together.

When you were in the first grade and some boy tried bullying you, but you punched him right in the mouth.  Curtis swore up and down that you were the girl of his dreams.

And how in fourth grade when you won the state spelling bee and Curtis switched from the calf riding and started competing in the children bull riding competitions.

In middle school when he took your first kiss in the middle of Haymen’s corn field at a bonfire.  And when he finally asked you to be his girlfriend. 

Then in high school when you had dances together.  He became the state champion in his division for bull riding and barrel racing. 

Then when his dad fell ill and died from a cancer he refused to see the doctor about. 

And when your mom got hit by the drunk driver. 

You two were so lost in grief,  but you had each other.  And that was enough. 

He promised you the moon and the stars. 

“You alright there, sweetheart?”

His gruff, raspy voice broke you from your thoughts. 

“What?  Yeah, why you ask?”

Curtis sighed and leaned forward.  His calloused palm reached up and stroked your cheek, wiping away a tear that had fell from your eye and was sliding down your cheek.  You looked away embarrassed.  But he tilted your chin back up to him, “hey…don’t go hiding from me now…hadn’t seen you since you ran away to the city…”

“Curtis…”

He bit his lip and let go of your chin.  You frowned, but crossed your arms over your chest.  There was so much that you wanted to say, but you knew that you couldn’t.  You knew that this wasn’t the time or place. 

“So the horse…”

“I’m a man of my word,” he nodded, catching the hint, “Got the cash in my truck.”

“Wanna come in for a cup of coffee and piece of pie while we sign the paperwork?”

“Sure…I-I’ll meet you there.”

You nodded, your heart racing with every step towards the house.  More memories began flashing through your mind at lightning speed. 

When Curtis got hurt riding, and one of his ribs punctured his lung. 

How things started breaking down in your relationship because you began to argue over what to do after high school.

Curtis had wanted you to stay home and said that he’d help you take over your family farm, but you wanted to go to school in the city. 

How you begged him to come with you.  You gave him everything, and you just wanted him to come with you, trusting you just that once. 

But he walked away, not knowing that he walked away from more than just a relationship.

“Alright sweetheart, I go-“

“Please don’t call me that, Curtis,” you begged as you turned the coffee pot on, “We aren’t like that…haven’t been like that in a  long time.”

“Five years is a hell of a time!” he admitted, sitting down at the table.  He tossed an envelope with the bills on it out in front of him, “been thinking about a lot of things.”

“That so?” you questioned, “like what?”

“I miss you…”

The words were like ice traveling down your veins.  You stopped pouring a cup of coffee and slammed the pot down on the counter.  Your icy gaze met his, “Curtis.  That’s not funny.”

“I ain’t trying to be funny…you left without a word to me, honey,” Curtis reminded you, “and because of what?  Because I ain’t a city guy?  I had to take care of my ma.  She was up to her ears in work at the farm with me competing and being injured.  I had to be the man of the family.”

Your heart ached with every word, “I wasn’t asking you to give up on your family Curtis…I just wanted us to be together.”

“And we couldn’t have done that here?” he scoffed, “my parents farm and your parents farm were all but promised to us, honey.  We had our lives laid out.”

“Is that why you walked away from me?” you asked, hurt lacing your tone, “because I wanted to do more than just be some ranchers wife?”

“What was so wrong with the idea of staying here?  Huh?” he asked.  His voice raised and you felt your chest tightened, “what was so wrong with the idea of us staying here and getting married?  Having a family?  Ha-“

“BECAUSE I WANTED MORE FOR OUR CHILD!”

The words struck him like a bolt of lightning and both of you were quiet.  The house fell silent, and it was so nerve wracking to both of them to be able to hear the noises outside. 

“What?”

The floor creaked. 

Your eyes drifted to the ceiling. 

So did his, “What’s upstairs, honey?”

Your eyes snapped back to his. 

Both of you knew that it had everything to do with why you left.  His throat went dry as the singular thought invaded his mind.  He sprang from the table and began towards the stairs, but you grabbed his arm as he hit the landing, “Curtis, wait!”

His breathing was short and ragged as he looked at you, “what’s upstairs?”

“Mommy, can I come down now?”

Both of your eyes shot to a little boy who stood at the top of the steps.  He was a perfect miniature version of Curtis in every way, even down to the little cowboy hat and boots that Mrs. Everett had bought for him when you arrived back in town. 

“Blake…mommy’s doing something right now…gi-give me a few minutes!”

“I wanna go play with gramma like you promised.”

“We will baby…soon.  Go back to your room and keep playing.  I’ll come get you when I make lunch.”

“Who’s that?” the little boy asked, staring curiously at Curtis.

“Baby-“

“That’s the same guy in the pictures at grammas…”

“Blake!”

The little boy huffed, but went back to his room.  Curtis looked at the spot at the top of the stairs for a moment before his gaze turned towards you.

“That’s my son…isn’t he?”

You bit your lip, the tears coming up even more as you knew you couldn’t hide the truth from Curtis any longer, “I found out after you broke up with me…”

“And my mom?”

“She’s known the whole time,” You admitted, “sh-she said that it was about time you learned about Blake…told me if I didn’t come home, she’d tell you herself.”

[flawless-imperfections]

Okay I shared all this in an ask introducing my new T to some friends on tumblr, but in case it doesn’t get seen or posted, I’m going to say it on my account too:

Regarding my new T, Ember, and these pictures I posted of me “handling”.

IMPORTANT PSA: I do not advise or advocate for handling your tarantulas unless it is absolutely necessary! This juvenile Brachypelma emilia had just been shipped out to me and crawled on me during a rehousing and I was doing a health check to make sure all was well. Please be responsible with your Ts.

Though us hobbyist keepers may enjoy handling, unless your spider is one of very few that seemingly enjoys (aka tolerates) it, handling spiders is a stressful experience for them. They are very shy, reserved creatures who deserve our respect and to be left alone aside from feedings, spot cleaning and rehousings. Observe them inside their enclosures from the outside; it’s much safer for both you and the animal. They’re also just fascinating animals to watch just move dirt around, make burrows and web their lil homes up.

New World Ts possess urticating hairs which will irritate you/cause a rash and some Ts have them worse than others, especially if they get into your nose/throat/eyes and particularly if those specific hairs give you a bad reaction/allergic reaction.

Old World Ts (which should absolutely never be handled) possess medically significant venom - which, by the way, there is no antivenin for: if you fuck around and get bit, you gotta take the hit. And if you’re sensible, you’ll learn the lesson. They’re also crazy fast and can bolt faster than you blink which doesn’t help.

You wanna know the best way to care for your spider? Love and admire your spood from afar - you don’t need to handle your T to enjoy them! Learn all you can about your spider(s) to give them the best life that you can in captivity (no one ever just gets one). Certain species are more likely to be out in the open in their enclosure where you can see them, especially at night.

Oh! And even if a species is labelled as “docile”, that does not equate to “handleable” - while every T is obviously an individual, and species can have a generalised prediction of what you can expect from them, any tarantula’s personality can be temporary moult to moult and they can go from sweet as pie to irritable and defensive. There are no guarantees.

Something you should also keep in mind is whether you have a male or a female. Everyone who gets a tarantula (who isn’t looking for a male to breed, either for more captive breeding of certain species or wildlife conservation) especially if they get a spiderling or it’s unsexed, hopes they get a female because females live considerably longer and once males mature they (more often than not) go off food and are completely focused on looking for a mate to breed. That’s their purpose. That’s just what they do.

Some great resources for learning about spiders/Ts that I can think of off the top of my head are: Tom’s Big Spiders (an absolutely amazing resource), Tarantula Collective, Tarantula Heaven and Dave’s Little Beasties. There’s also Arachnoboards which can be hit and miss but I’d be remiss not to mention that too.

If you ignore all of this advice and information, that’s your choice. I can’t tell you what to do or how to take care of your animals. That’s ultimately up to you. I just wanted to share what I know and to advocate for the underappreciated, misjudged, misunderstood, 8-legged friends that can’t advocate for themselves.

Oh, and I have another huge point to add - we’re all continuously learning! Plus I’d like to note there is the occasional species that seems very curious and will venture out for a lil walk when you open their enclosure (e.g. Homoeomma chilensis otherwise known as the Chilean Flame Dwarf) but I wouldn’t purposely go out of my way to pick it up (that’s just me though). Also those are hard to find, (as is a larger T but from what I’ve researched is also known for being very docile Eupalaestrus campestratus otherwise known as the Pink Zebra Beauty). I would say if you do come across either of these T’s and like them definitely snatch them up while you can. Their availability literally everywhere is rare and time-limited as a lot of people like them. One thing for you to consider though is that these two species, like Grammastola and Brachypelma, are very slow growing - like, years to reach full size. Personally, I think they’re well worth the wait because they’re just stunning tarantulas as adults. Obviously it comes down to your own level of patience and personal preference.

FULL DISCLOSURE WARNING: You’ll likely end up with more than one spider…no one ever keeps just one. I only intended to have 1, which has now turned into 9… It happens (just make sure you’re aware of how big they’ll get, their growth rates and how much space you have both now and for their enclosures) and definitely bear in mind their lifespans. If it’s a female, depending on the species, you’ll have it for somewhere between 8-30 years. That’s a long time with your new buddy, so keep in mind you’ll probably have your tarantula(s) into adulthood. However, I would also like to add this. If you don’t feel you can take care of your spider (or you get too many you can comfortably deal with at once), there’s absolutely no shame in rehoming them. More than likely someone, even wholesalers, will buy them. If they’re also in the hobby, (obviously vet them to make sure they know husbandry etc.), you’ll know they’re in good hands. Hell, some people might even send you occasional updates about your spider - I know I would.

For those who actually read the whole post, first of all wow. But thank you so much for your time, interest in my long af text post and your dedication to research! I appreciate you all sm and hope you have an awesome day. Sending you love from me and all my animals!🩷

Also if you do pick up any Ts, whatever their life stage/if they’re showing their full colours or not, pls send pics of your new babies! I’d love to see them🥺❤️

[kanaokanzaki-op]

🌟~Kana's Opinions on the Hashira~🌟

[No one asked, too bad. I mean @matthew-knyshait asked for Sanemi's-]

Kanae Kocho: BIG SISTER KANAE! She makes me feel so loved even though I'm considered weird for my love for bugs. I think she minds the pranks I pull? I don't know! She's such a nice mother she makes my heart feel so happy!! She really likes styling my hair- if she likes it so much why doesn't she wear it herself?

Shinobu Kocho: SHINOBU! My other older sister! She got mad at me cause I called her "Shinobooboo" when I first met her. Does she like me? I don't know! She hasn't thrown me away so she must like me right?! I wonder why she smiles so much now?

Sanemi Shinazugawa: SANEMI SANEMI SANEMI!! MY SENSAI HI HI HI- oh wait he's not here, aww! He's such a cool teacher!! No wait he's actually scary- he has no hesitation to keep you outside the whole night if you annoy him- AND HE'S EASY TO ANNOY. He blindfolded me so much and it's so scary I cry- we're ignoring it helps me. I do not recommend him if you're a sane person and want a Sensai, I'm only lucky cause I know Kanae!

Giyuu Tomioka: This guy, Sanemi hates him and refuses to let me meet him! Real jerk isn't Sanemi? Oh well, what I've heard is he's very quiet and thinks he's better than anyone!

Obanai Iguro: Silly snake guy hehehehehe, he hates me doesn't he? Aw, boo! Kaburara(Kaburamaru..) bite my finger once when I tried to pet him.

Mitsuri Kanroji: MITSURIIII I LOVE HER!! She's such a sweetie pie WHAT!! She's so happy for someone fighting hell spawns! I love her energy, she's such a blast to talk to! Can never have a bad conversation with Mitsuri Kanroji!

Kyojuro Rengoku: This guy smiles so much I love him! He's such a nice guy like honestly you can never NOT trust him- I heard he gets very serious in fights and meetings! I STRIVE to be like him!! Do you ever think Kyojuro ever mistakes his hair for his flame breathing? Weird thoughts.

Tengen Uzui: Who? I've never met this man in my life and if I have I don't remember. Did Sanemi talk about him? Is he the guy with 3 wives? Sick!

Gyomei Himejima: THE REAL FATHER OF ALL THE DEMON SLAYER CORPS! Should I call him grandpa? He's so kind to me all the time and everyone!! I've never seen Sanemi so happy unless he's around! I swear he's too kind to be a demon slayer I refuse to believe he goes batshit INSANE when fighting demons.

Muichiro Tokito: HE"S A KID?! HE MUST BE SO CALM AND COOL! I wanna meet him some day- have I? I heard we have memories problems to, twinsies!!

🌟~Hashira's Opinions on Kana~🌟

[Doing this cuz I want to, might make a part 2 if people really want-]

Kanae Kocho: My sister!! I love her so much, she can be reckless and scare us at the mansion all the time but she has such a sweet heart. I hope she grows up strong and people see that heart inside her!

Shinobu Kocho: Ah my other sister, I think she has potential but she surely needs guidance. She gets along well with everyone at the mansion, her smiles always reminds me of Kanae.

Sanemi Shinazugawa: What the fuck is wrong with your sister Kanae, DOES SHE EVER SHUT UP?? I hate that little brat she's a fucking idiot. (She's my child now, fuck off.)

Giyuu Tomioka: This slayer reminds me of Tanjiro, very loud and annoying. Staying at the butterfly mansion when your injured is almost a nightmare with her around... At least she keeps me company.

Obanai Iguro: Kana? She's loud and annoying last I visited Shinazugawa she was... She's close to him. I don't hate her I'd just rather be away from her.

Mitsuri Kanroji: AW SHINOBU'S SISTER! Shinobu has so many sisters it's hard to keep track! I've talked to her when I'm injured and she's very kind, I love her company!! I'd love to know her better!

Kyojuro Rengoku: Young Kocho's sister correct? Me and her have only crossed path a few times at the mansion but she's been very helpful! She brings great company it seems no one is alone at the mansion as long as she's around!!

Tengen Uzui: Girl is strange that's for sure, but she's got some good energy! Haven't met her much, sorry.

Gyomei Himejima: Ah, the child Kanae found in the forest? Yes I've met her, she's a fun loving kid she sometimes reminds me of some kids I used to know. Her energy is bright and her spirit is strong, but Shinazugawa's told me her battling isn't smart.

[goldenraeofsun]

Day 2: Pillow Talk

“Seriously?” Dean groans as Benny finishes giving him his assignment.

“It’s an all hands on deck situation,” Benny says sympathetically.

Dean swears under his breath. “Why can’t the Prince just marry his cousin like every other silver spooned jackass? Why a contest?”

“I have no idea,” Benny says dryly. “But all the hopefuls arrive tomorrow.” He raises an eyebrow. “You might be guarding their bedchambers, but that’s no reason for funny business, you hear me?”

Dean crosses his heart. “I swear to God.”

“With the way you sin, it’s a miracle you can walk over the threshold of the Church without bursting into flames,” Benny scoffs. “Keep it in your pants, brother.”

Dean throws him a look. “I like my dick where it is, thank you very much. Michael’s had people castrated –” they both wince “– for a lot less.”

“Keep that in mind for the three days, and you should be fine,” Benny says, clapping him on the shoulder as he leaves.

The next day features a parade of carriages, each more elaborate than the last in a (probably successful) attempt to impress Prince Michael, the shallow son of a bitch. One candidate, Prince Bartholomew, shows up with half a dozen pure white horses and twice as many pieces of luggage. The man packed five hat boxes, for fuck’s sake.

Even Dean, a knight, is called in to help haul it all inside. At least Jo takes pity on them and pleads with her mother in the kitchens for early access to the welcome feast’s vast array of desserts.

That night, Dean stuffs himself full along with the rest of the king's guard. He snickers behind his goblet with Jo and Benny as all the newly arrived royals fall over themselves to make the best impression on Michael. Forget Uriel, reputedly the funniest royal jester in generations. Dean hasn’t laughed this hard in months.

After dinner, Dean lags behind for another refill of wine and serving of pie. He chats with the servants sent to clean up after all the royals, but his (hilarious) reenactment of Princess Hester’s disastrous attempt at poetry gets interrupted by a flurry of footsteps and a shout, “Where’s the Prince?”

Dean and everyone else pauses to stare at Ed, doubled over with his hands braced on his knees and gasping for breath. Into the loaded silence, Dean says, “He retired for bed twenty minutes ago.”

“Well then,” Ed blusters, “someone's gotta go wake him up! There’s been another arrival.”

Dean nearly inhales his next sip of wine. He tips his goblet in Ed's direction in invitation. “You wanna do the honors?”

“Me?” Ed goes pale, his face a mask of shock and maybe fear.

Dean snorts. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. We’ll tell him in the morning,” he pauses, rolling his eyes, “unless you wanna spend the next two days in the stocks for waking his highness up.” He hauls himself to his feet. “It can’t be anybody important at this hour, anyway.”

“A Castiel,” Ed supplies.

“Like I thought,” Dean says, satisfied. He’s never heard of anyone by that name before. “Where is he?”

“Waiting in the entryway.”

“Seriously?” Dean takes off, Ed hot on his heels.

“I’m not even sure he is a contestant,” Ed pipes up.

Dean stops dead. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“He…” Ed drifts off, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “He said he was invited, but he walked here.”

“And you were going to wake up the Prince for that?” Dean asks, throwing up his hands.

“I didn’t know what to do!” Ed flails.

“Not that,” Dean says with a loud laugh. “Tell you what, I’ll deal with this Castiel. You, go find Tara and tell her we’ve got another one. I think there’s room in the fourth bedroom in the East Wing.”

As Ed runs off, Dean throws open the doors where a wet, bedraggled man waits. Evidently, it started raining sometime during the feast. The man carries a single bag and stands alone in the vast entryway.

Dean can see why even a lunkhead like Ed had his suspicions about the his princely claims. “Hey,” Dean says, moving to stick out his hand to shake before he thinks better of it and dips in a half-bow. 

“Hello,” the man says, dipping his head in a decently royal nod.

“I’m Sir Dean of Winchester,” he says. “Sorry for the limited welcome. Prince Michael and most of the staff are already in bed.”

“I guessed as much,” Castiel says ruefully. “I know the invitation said to arrive earlier, but my carriage was robbed on the way here, and my servant needed medical attention.”

“Servant?” Dean echoes dubiously. The entryway is empty except for them.

Castiel sighs. “We believed his leg was broken, so he stayed in the next village on our route to recuperate.”

Dean hums in an almost-sympathetic tone. Something about this guy wasn’t pinging quite right with him, but he didn’t seem dangerous, and Dean was frankly too tired and full of pie to give two shits. “We’re getting your chambers set up, so if you’ll follow me.”

Castiel hitches his bag higher on his shoulder. “Thank you.”

* * *

At breakfast, Castiel sticks out like a sore thumb in his (now dry) clothes from the night before. Still, he wears an unbelievably stoic face as Princess Rachel and Prince Ezra mock him in blatant stage-whispers.

Either this Castiel is the most proper of royals – or the most cunning of conmen.

Whatever the case, it’s not Dean’s job to care. It’s a win-win as far as he’s concerned, either Michael marries a grifter and gets what’s coming to him, or he marries some poor, penniless prince who will finally be able to afford a proper retinue.

Throughout the day, he watches Michael put his “guests” through their paces.

He takes them on a tour of the gardens, featuring a parsley plant hidden among the ridiculously maintained flowerbeds. For missing the herb, Prince Ezra and Prince Ishim get kicked out.

At lunch, Michael weeds out the royals who don’t notice the honey cake served for dessert was made of sugar instead of honey.

Castiel is actually the first one to point it out, saying he sympathizes with the kitchen trying to make do among the bee blight sweeping the continent.

The honey trap snags Prince Virgil, Duke Tyrus, and Princess Duma.

“Twenty crowns on Naomi,” Jo says in an undertone as the remaining contestants gather in the conservatory, all looking a bit twitchy around the eyes. “She’s crafty.”

“I’ll take that bet,” Benny says with a chuckle. “Anna's got my vote. You always have to watch out for the quiet ones.”

They both turn to Dean expectantly.

He grimaces. After a beat, he admits, “I like Castiel.”

They both turn their laughs into coughs at the last second as Michael glares at them from across the room for disrupting his thrilling lecture on the dullest era of the history of the kingdom.

“Like taking money from a baby,” Jo says in an undertone as they all shake on it.

* * *

That night, Dean’s asleep on his feet outside the contestants’ bed chamber when the whisper of a closing door makes him jerk to attention. “Wazzat?”

Castiel freezes. “I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I would go for a walk.”

“At this hour?” Dean asks incredulously.

Castiel’s lips purse. “This castle has far fewer windows than mine. I’m not used to seeing so little nature.”

Dean gestures to the closest window. “It’s past midnight, dude. You can’t see jack shit out there.”

Castiel sighs. In a lower voice, he amends, “I needed a reprieve from that room. It’s…” he drifts off, searching for a diplomatic way to describe the lion’s den beyond the chamber door.

“A shitshow,” Dean supplies.

“Quite,” Castiel agrees with a barely-there smile. “I’m not sure if you heard Gadreel accusing Malachi of short sheeting his bed –”

“Hard to miss that screaming match.” Dean gestures down the hall. “Gardens are this way. After you, your majesty,” he says, with only the slightest hint of mockery.

Castiel rolls his eyes. “You don’t believe my story either.”

Truthfully, Dean hasn’t made up his mind yet. “I’ve heard taller tales in my day.”

The corners of Castiel’s mouth quirk up in a real smile, and Dean forcefully tamps down the fluttering in the pit of his stomach. “Thank you, Sir Dean.”

“You remembered my name,” Dean blurts as they make their way through the silent castle. By Dean’s estimate, Jo should be swinging by in ten minutes to relieve him, so he’s not abandoning his post – just leaving early.

“Of course,” Castiel says, his brow furrowing.

“Duke Zachariah called me ‘hey you’ all day.”

“Zachariah is an ass,” Castiel says flatly. “He’s incredibly insecure for being a duke in the wealthiest kingdom on the continent, and being surrounded by actual royalty makes him all the worse.”

Dean turns to him in surprise. “Did you know him before this?”

“I've never met the man before this week,” Castiel says. “But I’ve seen his type before in my own court.”

“In your court,” Dean repeats, “of course.”

Castiel chuckles at his disbelief.

“And which kingdom do you actually come from again?” Dean asks, his tone all innocence.

“Rexford.”

Dean whistles. “The one kingdom with a near complete ban on trade and strict border control. Smart.”

Castiel shakes his head. “It doesn’t really matter to me if anyone believes me or not.”

“It doesn’t?”

“Well, I hope Prince Michael will believe me,” Cas admits as they step out into the moonlit gardens. “It would be a poor setup for a marriage to start with doubts.”

“But why Mikey?” Dean asks before he can stop himself. “From what I’ve heard, Rexford is doing fine without any official foreign alliances.”

Castiel ducks his head, turning to study some purple flower thing. “It’s not about an alliance. I –” he breaks off, and Dean can make out the color of his flush in the dark. “I haven’t connected with anyone in Rexford, and I was looking for a spouse right as Michael’s invitation came, so I thought it must be fate.”

Quietly, Dean says, “I don’t believe in fate.”

Castiel straightens. “Do you believe in love at first sight?”

Dean’s mouth goes dry. Not first sight, no. But second or third? Stranger things have happened. He nods anyway.

“Then that’s why I’m here,” Castiel says with a sort of finality that makes Dean’s heart sink like a stone.

* * *

Castiel survives day two. By the next night, only four other contestants remain:Naomi, Bartholomew, Balthazar, and Miriam. To Benny’s chagrin, Anna doesn’t spot the mismatched threads in a tapestry and gets sent home before dinner.

After dinner, Dean stops by the kitchens for an extra helping of dessert – he eats his feelings, sue him – and finds Ellen snacking on a bunch of peas.

“Odd choice,” he points out as he digs into the dregs of an apple pie.

Ellen shrugs. “Michael needed them for his latest test.”

Dean makes a face. “What the hell was he doing with peas?”

“Putting them under our visitor’s mattresses, of course,” Ellen says with a smirk. “I figure he’s finally cracked, but it’s not my place to say.”

“Of course not,” Dean says, his mind spinning. “Let me guess, they’re supposed to feel a goddamn pea under their beds’?”

“Their beds plus a dozen extra mattresses,” Ellen confirms. “I’m surprised you didn’t get roped into hauling them to their rooms.”

Dean shakes his head, his gut twisting with apprehension. Nobody could feel a teeny-tiny pea under all that crap.

But Cas has his heart set on winning Michael.

Dean all but sprints out of the kitchens.

“Good night to you too!” Ellen calls from behind him.

* * *

With his pockets weighed down with rocks stolen from the garden, Dean sidles into the contestants’ bedchambers. The five remaining beds are piled high with mattresses. Dean whistles at the sight.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Bartholomew sneers down at him from atop his springy tower.

Dean suppresses the urge to flip him off. “My guard duty, your highness.”

“You haven’t before,” Bart retorts.

“There’s a lot more hiding places for assassins now, isn’t there?” Dean says, gesturing to the tall shadows cast by each bed. “But if you want to get murdered in the middle of the night, I’ll just tell the Prince you sent me away –”

Bart settles back in bed, saying loudly to the ceiling six inches from his nose, “Do you rounds and get out.”

Unseen, Dean finally flips him off. He sneaks around the ladies’ beds, smiling up at Naomi as she peers suspiciously down at him from her pile of mattresses.

Luckily, Cas’s bed is at the far corner of the room. The luck of the last contestant to arrive.

“Hey, Cas,” Dean says in a low voice as he stands out of sight from the rest of Cas’s temporary roommates.

The stack of mattresses sways dangerously as Cas turns over, and Dean smiles as Cas's head pops into view over the edge of the topmost one. He clutches a pillow to his chest like a shield, which Dean can get behind. It won’t cushion much of the fall if Cas rolls right off, but it’s better than nothing. “Hello, Dean,” Cas says.

“I –” Dean starts, but words fail him. Instead, he puts a finger to his lips for Cas to be quiet. With his other hand, he shoves his rocks under the highest mattress he can reach. 

“What are you –”

“You love him? You want to win?” Dean whispers in his quietest voice. “This is how. Trust me.” And before Cas can say another word and ruin his big chance at the crown, he scurries out of the room.

* * *

Dean sneaks back in before dawn and makes a beeline for Cas’s bed. Miraculously, nobody wakes up but Cas, who sleepily blinks down at him as Dean removes the rocks. 

“Sleep well?” Dean asks in a low voice.

“No,” Cas grumbles.

“Good,” Dean says shortly. “Make sure you tell Michael that.”

At breakfast, Michael asks how everyone’s night went. Miriam complains about the blankets unacceptable thread count. Naomi calls out the substandard geese whose feathers stuffed her pillows. Balthazar says one leg of his bed was obviously shorter than the others. Bartholomew tells a nutjob story that sounds more like a nightmare than anything that could realistically happen on Jo's watch.

“And you?” Michael turns to Cas. “How did you sleep?”

Cas takes a sip from his water glass as Dean waits, his heart in his throat, for Cas to answer and skip off into the sunset with his new husband. 

“Never better,” Cas says with a small smile.

Dean’s jaw nearly falls to the floor.

Michael stands stock still, his posture tense, and eyes narrowing. Without a warning, he jumps to his feet and sends his plate, silverware, and goblet crashing to the floor. “Out!” he barks, “Everybody, get out!”

Naomi and Bartholomew each jump to placate Michael, but Cas only has eyes for Dean. “Come with me.”

Dumbly, Dean stands and follows Cas out of the hall. They stop outside the contestant chambers. As the door closes behind them, Dean blurts, “Why’d you lie?”

“Why did you help me last night?” Cas counters.

Dean looks away, ashamed his big gesture was all for nothing. “Dunno.”

“Don’t you know lying to a royal is a punishable offense?” Cas asks, and Dean freezes at the teasing tone of his question.

“I,” Dean rubs the back of his neck, his cheeks heating, “I just wanted to make you happy.”

“You make me very happy,” Cas says, and Dean stares after him in confusion as Cas strides the length of the room for his bag. He roots around before producing a handful of coins.

Dean backs away as Cas approaches, money in hand. “You don’t have to pay me,” he says, shaking his head. “I didn’t help you out expecting any favors.”

“No, you didn’t,” Cas agrees. He presses a few coins onto Dean. “That’s why I’m giving this to you.”

“Cas,” Dean says helplessly, and, god this is the last time he sees those blue eyes.

“You don’t want to inspect it?” Cas asks. “Rexford currency is very rare outside of our borders, of course.”

Dean looks down at the coins because he’ll do anything Cas asks him to at this point. But, hang on, the face stamped on the gold –

“You’re the king?”

Cas smiles shyly. “A king in need of a spouse, yes.”

Dean swallows. “But you threw Michael’s last test.”

“I did,” Cas nods, “because I was looking for someone who was kind, brave, and clever.”

Dean feels like he’s missing something, something big, judging by the twinkle in Cas’s eye.

“Michael has none of those qualities,” Cas adds, which Dean has known for years. “But you –”

“Me?”

Cas takes a step closer. “Yes, you. From the moment we met, I sensed we shared a more profound bond, the exact thing I came here to find.” He tilts his head. “So what do you say, Sir Dean?”

Dean can’t think of a single thing to say so he pulls Cas in for a kiss.

[littlest-dark-age]

Human nature takes over me

Tagging @noshame-bb @daddydamiano @mywritingonlyfans

!!!nsfw content!!! Please do not read if you do not wish to consume nsfw content. 18+

includes cream pie, body worship, dirty talk, slight bondage slight jealousy, mentions of alcohol, and if I missed anything please let me know.

Scopami - Fuck me

Mi stai facendo morire - You are killing me

Amo il tuo sapore - I love how you taste

Cazzo, sei così stretto, dolcezza - You’re so fucking tight, sweetheart

Viene per me - Come for me

Due to all the chaos that had been going on in Damiano's life, the two of you hadn't been able to see one another as often as both of you would like. Which led to the idea for you and the others to go to a small bar in the city, one vic swore by as her favorite and said that you would love it as well. She even helped you get ready whilst the boys were doing the same in the larger bathroom of the house. 

Vic helped you pick out the rather sexy outfit, claiming that you had just the shoes for it and that they would complete your look. From your hair, to your stockings, you felt and looked hot. She claimed that your confidence is what sold the look, that it was the perfect finishing touch. 

Soon enough, the five of you pile into the uber Ethan thoughtfully ordered. Knowing that none of you would want to drive later, nor would some of you be in the shape to. Squishing into the middle seat between Thomas and Damiano, your lover soon realizes that the two of you might be leaving the bar earlier than your counterparts. With distance, comes need. Damiano realizes how long it had been since the two of you were able to go at it as hard as you normally would when you were in his house in Rome, although it doesn't mean the two of you were shy about your affections. 

You were simply not able to be as open as you usually were if you were alone, despite the fact that damiano walks around practically naked already. He wasn't able to have you spread open in the shared spaces, not wanting to risk anything too much. Sure, it wouldn't be the first time one of the others had walked in on you entangled one another in a less than savory place. But he still prefered to keep such accidents to a minimum. 

Damiano is so lost in his thoughts, which were riddled with you, that he doesn't feel the car stop and it's only when you grip his arm does he realize that he zoned out the entire drive.

He shoots you a dazzling smile, shaking off your concern with a promise that he merely got caught up in his mind and that he wanted to be here tonight. 

Holding your hand, the two of you walk into the small bar behind the others. He quickly presses a kiss to your temple before shuffling off to grab your drinks from the bartender, your usual order burned into his memory from the amount of times you've ordered it on dates. 

You follow vic to the small table she managed to snag, looking around at the surprisingly full bar. Turns out, she's not the only one who really likes it. Damiano smiles at the sight of you two talking and laughing with one another before looking back at the bartender and paying for the drinks in front of him. He manages to grab them all and begins to walk back over to the table without spilling them, much more difficult than he thought would be due to the crowd. 

He carefully sets the glasses down before sliding yours over in front of you and vic, bringing his to his mouth for a sip as he focuses on the conversation going between your and her. Shuffling closer to you, he wraps an arm around your waist with a quick squeeze before pressing a kiss to your cheek. Looking around the bar for Ethan or Thomas, trying to make sure they don't get into too much trouble, he's too busy to see the large man stumble over to you. Reeking of a strong alcohol, the man sends you a grin. 

"Hey precious, wanna get out of here?" You can hardly make out his words due to the way they slur and run together, your nose wrinkling at the thought of going home with someone other than your lover, much less a man who can barely keep himself up on his own two feet. 

He leans even closer, letting the smell of his drink grow even stronger as he attempts to wink at you. In his mind, you're sure, an awfully seductive thing. But it comes out as more of a halfway blink, slowed by his dulled senses. His eyes lock onto your chest, licking his lips not so subtly. 

"No thank you, please leave our table." You try to be as polite as you can, worried what the wrong words could possibly lead to.

It seems Damiano has gotten so caught up in looking for Ethan or Thomas that he drifted away from the table, now standing however many feet away. Far enough to not be able to smell the stench of the drunkard in front of you, and certainly far enough so that the only thing he hears is the music bursting through the bar and not your words. He looks at you, a bit of heart break gleaming in his eyes as he watches what he thinks is flirting. Noticing your glass still untouched, knowing you were stone cold sober and that you wouldn't be able to blame the drinks for the 'flirting'. 

Swiftly, he shuffles over towards you and misses the look of relief you shoot him in favor of staring down the large man that had since placed his sweaty hand on your own. His face hardens when he notices the affection. 

"What's going on here, amore?" Trying to keep his words sweet, yet they still come laced with a venom not unknown to you. 

"He was just leaving." You snatch your hand out from under the strangers, scooting closer to damiano to put as much space between the two of you. Eyes flickering between the two men, briefly wondering how far the drunkard would be willing to push your lover. 

The stranger rolls his eyes, mumbling something about you being a bitch under his breath before stumbling off to find the next willing participant for the night. A wave of disgust rolls over you, forcing a shiver from you at the thought of going home with him. 

Damiano looks at you, still assuming that there was something more going on with the two of you than was. Not exactly knowing how to approach the subject. 

Has he been gone too long? Had your flame finally weathered to a mere ember without his notice? Sure, touring and everything is hard on the two of you but he thought the two of you were better than that. He would have brought you with him if it had been allowed, really. Were you so done with him that you would flirt with someone mere feet away from him, not bothering by the fact that if he was to just turn around, he would spot you? 

You can see the thoughts swirl around in his mind, quickly sending a text to vic that the two of you were leaving. Using a piss poor excuse of not feeling well and wanting damiano to take care of you, as he typically did whenever you truly were sick. 

"Let's go home damia, yes?" Slowly you tug him towards the exit of the bar, spotting Thomas and giving him a small wave as you grip Damiano's hand and tug him out of the doors. His body seems to be on autopilot as he zones out for what feels like the hundredth time of the night, not noticing the time it takes for the uber to arrive nor the time passing as you ride in the backseat. Your thumb stroking along his knuckles, running down his tattoo and rings as well.

Damiano only comes out of his trance when he hears you unlocking the door, still letting you lead him as you take him up the stairs and into your shared bedroom. Did you bring him home just so you could break up with him? Did you know the way he would bawl and grovel, just to keep the love of his life in his world? 

You disappear into the adjacent bathroom, he can hear your jewelry hitting the large marble counter and your shoes hitting the cabinets when you take them off. A few moments later, you come out of the bathroom. Fresh faced and wearing a shirt he's sure is his own, a cloth in your hand to wipe away his own makeup the same you did to yours. Evidence on the underside of the cloth.

Walking over to him, you give him a sweet smile before sitting on his lap as your free hand cradles his face whilst the other busies itself with wiping away the dark makeup surrounding his eyes. Soon, you finish cleaning his face and chunk the cloth onto the bedside table before starting to unbutton the simple shirt he chose tonight. Slowly revealing inch after inch of his tanned skin and his tattoos, which you always remind him you adore. 

Damiano shuts his eyes as he feels your soft lips on his neck, relishing in the way you seem to mould yourself into him. Always slotting perfectly in his arms, never feeling like you don't belong in them. His brain, on the other hand, seems to not want to shut off. Not being able to get the image out of his head of that man touching you. 

"Amore, amore, hold on." It pains him the way you look at him as if your touch has burned him. Your brows furrowed with wonder, worried you might be pushing yourself onto him when he just wanted a nice night in bed with you. But he has to know. If he doesn't find the answer, it might drive him mad

"Were…...were you…...flirting with the man at the bar? Before I came over? Have I done something, dolcezza?" 

It takes you a second to realize what Damiano is asking, almost as if you don't even want to think about the meaning of his words. 

"No, no. He was drunk and wanting to take me home, and I didn't want to make a huge scene. Baby no, I turned him down. You're the only person I could ever want." By the look on Damiano's face, you can still see a seedling of doubt lingering. An idea pops into your head and brings a grin to your face as you look into his honey eyes, seeing nothing but love and want in them.

"Can I show you how much I want you?" Comes as a soft whisper, breathed on to his own lips before you pull him into a deep kiss. The kind he's been yearning for the moment he heard of the plans to go out tonight, feeling your hand slide down his chest and rest above his XXX tattoo which is currently hidden by his pants. 

You feel him nod into the kiss and giggle as he chases after your lips when you pull away in favor of kissing his neck once again. Nipping at the sensitive skin, as well as rubbing your hands up and down his chest before going up to his shoulders and pushing the unbuttoned shirt off of his lean body. 

"I need to go grab something, can you handle taking your pants off without touching yourself?" You ask, watching as his eyes slowly open half way before giving you a soft nod. 

Jumping out of his lap and going into the closet in hunt for whatever, Damiano starts to unzip his pants and kicks off his shoes. Walking around the side of the bed, he peaks into the closet just in time for you to find your mystery item. Instantly recognizing the red fabric, one of the scarfs they sell with the månedkin logo printed onto it. Sitting down onto the plush bed, still watching as you walk out of the closet and crawl on top of him. 

Reaching for his hands, you quickly tie his wrists together and make sure they're not too tight before pushing him onto his back and moving his hands above his head. 

"Now. I'm going to do whatever the hell I want so I can show you how much I want you. No, actually. How much I need you." You start to press kisses onto his neck, before going down onto his inked collarbone and tracing the letters with your nail as you go along. 

You feel the vibrations from his whines roll through his chest, where your soft lips meet dark inked skin. His whines draw a smile from you, knowing the effect you had on him. Damiano's mind races, wondering what your next move will be. In all fairness, this wasn't how he expected the night to go so why should he be able to expect what happens to him next. 

Slowly, you kiss down his chest, leaving a trail of sweet and teasing kisses as you go. Stopping when you reach his pierced nipple, looking up into his deep brown eyes as your teeth barely graze the sensitive skin. Damiano exhales a shaky breath as you tug on the bar, his cock already aching with need as you softly grind on him from your spot in his lap. Not enough to give either of you any real friction, but just enough so that he could feel your slick through his soft boxers. 

The thin material doing so little yet so much to keep him from where he wanted most, a wet patch growing from both of you as it started to stick to him. Damiano shuts his eyes and tosses his head back into the pillow which smells like you, not helping how hard his cock is straining against your.

"Scopami, Mi stai facendo morire." Comes out as a groan, his eyebrows pinched together with a pretty look of need. 

"Baby, I'm busy here. Can't you tell? Gotta show my pretty boy how much he means to me, you're never going to forget it again. Gonna mark you up too, let everybody know that I'm yours and you're mine." Purred into his chest, where you finally pull away from his nipple to sit up and look at the mess you've made out of your lover. 

Red marks litter his chest, evidence of where you nipped at the tattoo that spreads across his collar bones. Hands tied together above his head with a måneskin scarf, dark hair a mess from where he has been gripping at it and tossing his head back. Damiano's chest rises with each heavy breath you steal from him, entire body on display except the one area he desperately wants freed from its cloth confinements. 

"I promise, I know I'm yours. Just wanna be in you, I'll be good. Just, please cucciolo…" The words die off into more whimpers, his Adam's apple bobbing with the swallow he does. Unable to control himself, he feels his hips start to buck up into you. Wanting, needing more friction soon otherwise he thinks he might cry, not that it hasn't happened from your passion filled nights before and it certainly wouldn't be the last time he loses himself to you so much that all he can do is cry out your name and let the tears run down his face.

"Well, since you asked me so nicely,…" You completely pull away from his lean body, laughing softly at the pout which quickly forms on his face. ",lift your hips for me baby, gonna get these off of you." Gesturing to the stained material. 

Damiano does as you ask, helping you peel off the sticky fabric before spreading his legs slightly. Giving you a full view of his weeping tip, now resting against his stomach and smearing pre-cum all over the soft skin. Red tip matching the shade of flush covering his cheeks. 

Leaning down, you lick up the underside of his cock with the flat of your tongue before rolling it around his head. You see his grip on his own hair tighten, veins popping in his hands and arms. 

"Amo il tuo sapore." Kissed into the skin of his belly with a grin, not giving the dark eyed man anything substantial yet. 

You sit back and slowly take off the oversized shirt that the two of you would share sometimes, finally revealing your form to Damiano, teasing him with your pace as you have been all night. Shuffling towards him, you straddle his hips before pressing a sweet and soft kiss to his soft lips. Slowly pouring every ounce of love and devotion into the small action, then taking his aching cock and lining it up with your cunt before sinking onto it. 

"Cazzo, sei così stretto, dolcezza." Damiano groans out, unable to believe how well you take him every time and how it feels like you were made for this. Like the two of you were crafted together and meant to be as one, always feeling whole when he's in your embrace. 

He can feel himself already dangerously close to the edge, every shift of your hips threatening to shove him off of it. As you start to bounce, he can feel the coil in his belly twisting tighter and tighter with every movement you make. His cheeks flush even more, embarrassed that he isn't going to last very long but not really being able to do anything to stop. 

"It's okay baby, you can cum. I got you," your movements only slow a bit, focusing on him for the moment like you promised earlier ",cum in me baby."

Your words push him off of the edge, pulling loud and breathy moans from him as he cums in your cunt, shooting ropes of warmth into you. Gently rocking your hips to work him through his orgasm, giving him a moment to adjust to the new sensitivity. Slowly you start to bounce again, making him shoot you a confused look before drawing even more moans from his throat. 

"Oh honey, you didn't think I was gonna stop, did you? That's cute…" You grin down at him, your hands cupping your tits as they bounce with your movements. 

Damiano's eyes start to tear up, slightly overwhelmed by the pleasure and the pain that interwove itself in it. Your cunt still milking him for everything he's worth while shooting sensitivity with every motion of your body. He knows the two of you will be sticky and sweaty by the end of the night, sheets will need to be changed but at the moment he can't seem to care. Too focused on the feeling of your walls sucking him back in and the damn near scorching heat you're radiating. But he can't stop himself from wanting more, more of the pain and sensitivity and the heat. More of you and the way you wrap around him is so divine.

One of your hands snakes down to where you and damiano connect, starting to rub fast circles on your clit as his eyes glue to the action. Watching like this would be the last time he would ever be able to see such beauty. Watching your face twist in pleasure and he can feel you clench even harder around his cock. 

The all too familiar coil springs back to life in the pit of his stomach, your expressions quickly tightening it as well as the sounds you're making. 

"Viene per me, cucciolo. Wanna do it with you." He isn't sure if you're able to put together his slightly slurred words, before seeing you quickly nod your head and pick up the pace. 

Skin on skin and moans echo throughout the room, too caught up in one another to care who might hear. Your other hand leaves your chest in favor to support yourself, speeding your hips even more with the extra balance found on damiano's own chest. 

Your moans grow in volume the closer you get to the edge, unable to hold back the sounds your lover seems to always get out of you. 

Damiano feels the coil burst once more, thrusting his hips up into you, sending you hurdling over the edge yourself. Stilling your movements, you peek open your eyes to look down at him, a soft grin spreading across your face as you feel him cum in you again. Creamy white starting to leak out and down his shaft, but neither of you seem to mind as you lean down to press your cheek against his flushed chest. 

"Now, do you believe me when I say that I only want you?" You peer up at him from your relaxed position.

He nods, before pulling his hands through the loose knot in the scarf and pressing a kiss to your sweat slicked forehead. 

[slashingdisneypasta]

Horror Villains x Reader || Reactions

Reacting to: Reader getting slipped a love potion so whoever they see first, they fall madly in absolute and total love and adoration of. They first see Slasher. Notes: Yep, I've been watching scenes of Strange Magic. This is because of that. I definitely recommend listening to a version of 'I Cant Help Myself (Sugar Pie, Honey Bunch)' while reading XD I'm listening to the Jessica Mauboy cover! ^^

Warnings: Definitely non con elements (Not sexual though) Characters Included: Billy Loomis, Bubba Sawyer, (Mayor) Buckman, Carrie White, Chucky / Charles Lee Ray, Chop Top Sawyer, Drayton Sawyer, Freddy Krueger, Jennifer Check, (Sheriff), Hoyt, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Patrick Bateman, Pennywise (OG), Stu Macher and Thomas Hewitt.

Billy Loomis:

🎶'I can't help myself'🎶

What.

What kinda - bullshit- leave me the fuck alone-

Honestly he's trying to get the hell away from you (As you tail him) while Stu's at the side texting you where they're gonna be and laughing his bloody ass off when you turn up and Billy suddenly sprints to the bathroom.

Bubba Sawyer:

🎶'Sugar pie, honey bunch You know that I love you'🎶

Oh my gosh, the moment you expression changes from one of fear and disgust, to wide eyed adoration and you start fawning over him?? He has no idea what to d o. Oh, the poor baby XDD

Like, he's just hugging his chainsaw to him as you get up close and touch his shoulders and fix his tie and follow him around and he doesn't r e a l l y mind, cuz its not like you're hurting him, but he is just confused. He's searching for Drayton. Like he'll have any answers, pft.

(Mayor) Buckman:

🎶'I can't help myself I love you and nobody else'🎶

-I'm sorry, what now? Beg your pardon, there?

As soon as he recognises that sparkly, attentive look on your eyes he's slightly baffled. I mean, he's used to being loved - his town a d o r e their mayor, - so he isn't quite as lost as Bubba is or even Billy, but- he just had your friends killed? Sweetheart are you in your right mind?

I can see him sorta, awkwardly starting to treat your a little better then your friends. What?? He'd feel just awful being terrible to someone who 'loves', him! I mean you'll still die probably, but you can stand by him until its time. Self absorbed prick

Carrie White:

🎶'In and out my life You come and you go Leaving just your picture behind And I kissed it a thousand times'🎶

(*^^*) I'm sorry (*^^*) What? (*^^*)

Oh my gosh she's a mess. What do you mean by calling her Sugar Pie? Honey bunch? Sweetheart? Cutie!?!?

She's going to run away my guy, she's going to flee. She is not used to this kind of attention (Or any at all, for that matter) and you've flustered her. She doesn't believe you're just making fun of her though (Since you're just so... adoring. She intense. So in love- this cant possibly be an act) though at least, so there's that.

Just calm. down. bitch. You're going to scare her.

Chucky / Charles Lee Ray:

🎶'When you snap your finger or wink your eye I come a-running to you I'm tied to your apron strings And there's nothing that I can do'🎶

Depends- as a human or a Good Guy?

As a human he might be a bit more reserved about the whole thing and a whole lot more confused like... is this a joke? That's a gun in my pocket, not somethin' else if that's what you're thinkin'. You gettin' off on this? What? What's the deal, here?

As a doll though it TOTALLY goes to his head. You just took this bastards ego man and shot it up with some steroids. Like yes- they even want me when I'm plastic. That's fuckin' right.

I would say, 'No way hosay, he's fleeing- he's got a hot ass wife already!! But that has never really stopped our asshole gremlin man so...

Chop Top Sawyer:

🎶'I can't help myself No, I can't help myself'🎶

'DRAYYYTONNNN, C'MERE AND MEET MAH HONEY PIE. I'M GETTIN ME HITCHED!'

*Drayton from somewhere else in the part* 'YOU'RE WHAT?!'

Yep. No getting outta this now. You're getting married to him. Enjoy.

Drayton Sawyer:

🎶''Cause sugar pie, honey bunch I'm weaker than a man should be I can't help myself'🎶

*Cough* me *cough*

I mean... *awkward cough cough's*... what?

Oh boy, Drayton is awkward. And PINK. Why're you looking at him like that? Why are you running your fingers through his hair? Why're

Like Bog in Strange Magic I think Drayton would set you aside from the rest of the victims for a while, until whatever's gotten into you has worn off at least. And begrudgingly take care of you- and try to tell you that your feelings are just whatever poison's jacked you up- and to please calm down- you wont want this old boy when your senses are back-

Gosh, he's too cute. I love him a lot.

Freddy Krueger:

🎶'I'm a fool in love, you see Wanna tell you I don't love you Tell you that we're through And I've tried Every time I see your face I get all choked up inside'🎶

Hmmmmm~ What'd you just call him?~

You're playing fire here babes-

And by that I mean he's going to push you until he finds the limit to this potion- for fun. Will you still 'love' him if he leads you off a cliff?~ If he carves his name into your back? If he forces this disgusting sludge down your throat? Will you do aaaanything for him?~ How about killing your friend over there?

Goodluck.

Jennifer Check:

🎶'When I call your name Girl, it starts a flame'🎶

Yeah, I mean of course, who doesn't, bye-

This is not shocking to her XD She's hot and amazing, she knows, alright? Shoo.

Depends- are you a dude? Cis or trans- a dudes a dude. And if you are a dude, she is going to take this admiration and use it to her advantage.

If you are not a guy, though, you'll probably get off easy, with an eyeroll as she stalks off. Maybe even a smirk.

(Sheriff) Hoyt:

🎶'Burning in my heart, tearing it all apart No matter how I try, my love I cannot hide'🎶

... Is this a trick? You fucker-

Paranoid military man kills you immediately because he thinks this is a ploy to survive and hurt his family.

Jason Voorhees:

🎶'Sugar pie, honey bunch You know that I'm waiting for you (waiting for you)'🎶

Mmmmmm... 😐 this is new territory... he really doesn't know what to do, here...

Uhh... he may lower his weapon, and tilt his head; Silently asking his mother what to do in this situation as he assesses you- you and your own tilted head, corner of your mouth tilted up as you look up (UP UP UP- ) at the 'love of your life'.

Tea? Do you want some (cold lake water and floor leaf) tea?

Michael Myers:

🎶'I can't help myself I love you and nobody else'🎶

Wh... what?

Not gonna lie- you threw him off, for sure when you got down on your knees and just gazed up at him. Even with blood all over him, even holding a shar knife, even with the corpse of your friend a few feet away.

But mostly his feelings are please go away you're freaking me the fuck out.

*The sound of your neck snapping*

Patrick Bateman:

🎶'Sugar pie, honey bunch I'd do anything you ask me to'🎶

How sad for you.

He really doesn't care, man. Just tries to go on with his life, even with you following him around everywhere and trying to get his attention, and being there at his every beck and call- he does enjoy having coffee whenever he wants it, though.

Pennywise (OG):

🎶'I can't help myself I want you and nobody else'🎶

Oh this is HILARIOUS.

Penny figures it out immediately and has a good laugh, as you giggle softly, awkwardly along with him (Which makes him laugh harder-). Ohhhh, you made his century.

You're gonna taste delicious, when he's done with you.

Stu Macher:

🎶'Sugar pie, honey bunch You know that I love you'🎶

Ahhhhh... say what now?

Billy cackles like an evil ferret behind him as you wrap your arms around Stu (The boy himself a slave to his hornier impulses but struggling as Billy's right there and also this is kinda rapey-). Good. he gets a taste of his own medicine now. He looks mortified. GOOD.

Thomas Hewitt:

🎶'I can't help myself No, I can't help myself'🎶

Thomas is a mix of Michael and Bubba- he's thinking but why, but also what do i do what do i do what do i do-

Like one one side, he's annoyed. Because you're geting in his way and he needs to help out his mamma and do what Hoyt tells him to, in order to keep his family safe.

But on the other- he's kind of enjoying this kind of attention.

God, someone just take the decision out of his hands.

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Neither Of Us Will Be Missed

Hello! This is a wip I’ve been trying to get done for a bit now! It’s Manhunt Dream and Dream SMP switch places, basically. :D. If you wanna read it on Ao3 it’s right here! This is the first chapter of three coming up, and I hope you guys enjoy it!

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Dream’s fingers twitch, and he grabs the final Ender Eye, examining it. He places it into the portal, hears the age old sound of a large door finally opening, and he takes a deep breath. They’re somewhere else, he thinks. His hunters are trapped somewhere else, they won’t be here until the dragon’s dead. (And then they’d Jump back to the beginning, to the not-dead dragon and the Hunters ready for another year of pursuit and tricks and they only grow smarter). 

(Dream doesn’t know why they’re all trapped in an endless cycle, but they killed him a few times, and he’d killed them, and he’d beaten the Dragon before. It never stopped, it always Jumped, and Dream never stopped running. And they never stopped chasing.)

But Dream takes a deep breath, and then jumps into the Portal.

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“Who’s Tommy?” A man in a pig mask asks him, and Dream’s immediate response is to back up just a few steps. He bumps into a cabinet, and hears a harsh breath and a finger (maybe) touching the back of his arms before Pig Mask⸺before Techno⸺takes a step forward. “Oh, that guy⸺”

Dream pulls out his axe and holds it up to Techno. “Who the fuck’s Tommy?” Dream asks, feeling dumb as Techno’s own expression changes into a look.

What the fuck are you talking about, Dream, he’s asking. Dream doesn’t respond with one of his own, instead opting to look around while keeping Techno in sight. There’s an Enderman sitting in a boat, there’s a cabinet behind Dream with someone inside it. There’s particles all around them and there’s deep gasps coming from that area, (invisibility); there’s chests next to the Enderman, Techno’s in front of Dream, and there’s windows all around him with two doors next to Techno. 

Dream holds the axe tighter, acknowledges how Techno doesn’t take his eyes off Dream’s hands and then. Just the slightest flicker to the cabinet behind him, Techno lunged forward and Dream bolts.

He manages to snag Techno’s cape, blue instead of his signature red, on his axe and Dream kicks open the doors and runs into the forest.

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Dream covers his tracks, swipes snow over his footprints and makes new, fresher ones going in tons of directions. He breaks twigs, and branches, overturns rocks and tries to pretend to rush through something. It’ll make it more believable, but it won’t hold Techno for long. When it’s done, Dream climbs into a tree and examines the inventory that’s been given to him. 

A stack and a half of steak, Netherite armor, Netherite weapons, some wood, sticks, half a stack of bread. Some iron, Enderpearls, no blaze powder, but Dream’s been given worse. He’s got a water bucket, too. And Techno’s cape, which he think he needs to put on a branch somewhere else. So, all he’s got to do is find a lava pool, and he’d be good enough for the Nether. This Hunter must be Techno (but how?) instead of his Normal ones. Dream has to be extra cautious about this. Even if the Jump resets, Dream still can get hurt, injured, and killed. 

Dream makes a little place for himself in the trees, splits half of a loaf and eats it quickly. He wraps up his arm, bleeding from the fight earlier. Dream watches as the moon rises, and knows that when dawn breaks tomorrow, he’ll be up and ready to go.

Nether tomorrow, find blaze rods, make Ender Eyes, find the End Portal, fight the Dragon.

It’s a plan. It’s a plan, and it’s Dream’s plan, but he knows that there’s going to be hiccups along the way. Techno won’t let himself go down this easy, nor will he ever actually let Dream go. Techno doesn’t rest easy, and Dream knows that the whispers of Technoblade never dies aren’t just whispers. 

Dream sets himself, takes a deep breath and settles down. He can go to sleep, can’t he? He’s safe for right now. 

(But Techno’s looking, Dream. You aren’t safe here.)

Dream climbs higher in the tree.

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“Where are you?” Fangs calls. “Come on, Mask. We’re not playing anymore.”

Dream holds his breath, refuses to move from his spot in the wall. The compass Fang keeps around his neck with string sticks on Dream’s skin. They’ve all got a Compass, and some of them keep it close to them (Flame keeps his in a gold chain, in the same place as Fang, while Cat and Bow keep theirs in their backpacks. They’re all back-ups, after all.)

But Dream got the compass. He stole Fang’s compass. And Fang’s alone, right now, so he can’t find Dream and if Dream doesn’t move, or make any sound he’d never find him. Fang clicks his tongue, and snarls. 

“When I find you,” he promises. “I’m taking the compass back.”

“Or next Jump,” Cat says and Dream hears a quiet thump as he jumps down and peers around. 

“Hey,” Fang says. “Do you mind if I borrow your compass?”

“I left mine at the Base,” Cat said. “George is brewing a bunch of potions, though. I guarantee if we go back right now, he’ll be done with them. We can come back and find him then.”

Fang hums. “I think he’ll be long gone by then.”

“But we’ll still have three more Compasses. And we’ll get yours back.”

Fang sighs. “Of course,” he says. “Where else is he going to go where we can’t follow?”

“That’s the Spirit,” Cat says. 

They walk away, and Dream breathes a sigh of relief.

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Dream wakes up an hour into the sunrise, and he bolts upward. There’s nothing there, just some clean fresh snow and Dream shivers. His hoodie’s designed to keep him warm in some rough temperatures but not in extreme cold like the fucking Arctic. On the bright side with the snow, his old tracks are now covered and Dream can go about running through the trees. 

Dream moves quickly, he slides down onto a lower branch and jumps to the other trees. He weighs skipping breakfast (the other half of the bread) before his hunger gets the better of him. He’s been doing Jumps since he was sixteen, and he has done his fair share of skipping plenty of meals and fainting (and, by result, failing the Jump) so he’s already decided to not do that. 

He eats the bread as he goes, and almost misses the branch. But he scrambled to grab a hold to the tree’s trunk with his (freezing) fingers, and he almost snarled. But Dream’s also learned when to be quiet and when to be bold. He holds onto Netherite things and (no doubt) Techno’s got them, too. The Jump’s all about being fair, and Dream with Netherite, even against Techno, is not fair.

Dream rights himself on the tree and takes a quick glance around again. Some snow is shaken off the trees where Dream had landed, but he shakes it off. By the time Techno comes looking in this area, Dream will already be far far away in the Nether. 

Dream folds his fingers into his armpit, trying to think for just a moment. While his fingers warm up again, he’s already planned for three encounters, two deaths, and a reset. 

He doesn’t want to walk through the snow, but with how the forest is growing thin, there’s no choice. He slips down, lands with a crunch sound and Dream stands. The snow’s basically covering his lower body right now and he tries to wipe it off before it melts into his jeans.

Dream takes off Techno’s cape and throws it over a high branch. That’ll at least confuse him for a second, if Techno’s smart (which he is) then Dream just bought himself about thirty seconds of escape time. 

He sets off to find a lava pool, or a warmer climate at least. Dream climbs over some hills, checking for a flash of pink or a glint of something before he continues onward. But there’s nothing except the endless Arctic and some blue dye that’s been scattered around. He’s brushing the snow off his shoulders, when he notices the purplish glint of a Portal just a couple paces away from him. 

Nether, Dream thinks. He’s got to find the Fortress, get some blaze rods and then get back to the same portal, in the same freakin’ Arctic. (But he can bring some lava with him, right? To keep him warm? It worked last time, when Bow and Flame were the only ones who were chasing him. 

Dream steps through the Portal, hoping that the bucket of water won’t evaporate in his pack, and he goes from a freezing temperature, to overwhelming heat

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He’s on a pathway, snaking its way toward something else, and Dream’s instantly wary. He’s shifting, ready to jump off the side of the pathway before he notices the huge lava pool that’s below him. 

“Okay,” he mutters. “Then I guess we’re following the path.” He holds onto the compass around his neck and darts forward. 

There’s a bunch of cobblestone and a wood bridge that’s just… it’ll burn too easy, Dream notes. But it also might help to keep Hunters off Dream’s trail. Dream pushes his way through and there’s another portal sitting right in the middle of this huge place. There’s a chest a couple steps away which Dream riffles through and ultimately thinks that it’s useless. 

And he looks at the portal, sticks a hand through it and then takes it back. He really should go find the Nether Fortress. But, the portal’s also ticking his curiosity and Puffy always told Dream that he’s never satisfied. 

And if this portal takes him to a different one, then he won’t have to go back to the Arctic! 

So, he steps through.

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Niki laughs and runs her fingers through Dream’s hair. “You’re just full of questions today, aren’t you duckling?”

Dream nods, and points at the bowl she’d been mixing. “What’s in it?” He questions again and Niki laughs. She’s almost twenty-one years old, and Mom and her have been together for almost a year now. 

“Oh, it’s just something really quick that I’m making.” Niki says, smiling. “Some jelly tarts, maybe a pie later on. Want to help?”

Dream nods eagerly, and there’s a brief moment of: what am I meant to do? Before Niki gives him a bowl and a whisk and shows him how to mix the ingredients without making a mess of himself and the kitchen. 

When Mom comes home from Foolish’s doctor appointment, there’s cooling pastries in the kitchen and two sleeping people on the couch.

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He’s standing on a town. That’s the only way he can explain it, and he’s staring across at this huge building. It’s red and stone bricks build on top of the water itself; and Dream takes a quick step forward, eyes dark. He wonders why, exactly, it’s there. 

(You can hide there, Dream. For a little bit. Techno won’t know you’re here.)

And so he breaks into a run, and slides into the house quickly and quietly. He takes a deep breath, and looks through the windows, his mask feeling plain in this colorful world. There’s a huge castle to the left of him, a quartz building to the right and right in front of him looks like a courthouse and another house that’s been abandoned. 

(Hide, hide, hide, hide, they’re here. Can’t you hear the heartbeat? Let’s go.)

Dream takes off, and he hears a quick shout behind him, but it doesn’t matter. He’s got to go, and he slides to the left and runs to the castle. It’s big enough for Dream to climb the tops of it and get away from whoever’s calling his name right now. 

The compass burns hot on Dream’s skin.

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“Mom.” Dream says, lips stiff. “Mom I didn’t do it, okay? Whatever they’re saying, I didn’t do it, Mom. Mom, please.” Dream’s sixteen.

He’s scared. He doesn’t know what he’d done to deserve this, but whatever it is, it’s apparently bad enough that a Hunter’s after him. Niki is holding onto Puffy’s hands, and Foolish is crying, he’s reaching for Dream. 

“‘Dream. Dream!” Foolish keeps saying, reaching for him. He wants to be hugged, and Puffy’s holding him back. 

“Duckling,” Puffy says, her eyes wet. “Dream.” 

And his head snaps to meet her eyes. She never calls him Dream. Niki guides Foolish further into the home, all the while he keeps looking back at Dream, and Puffy looks away, swallows, and then remeets her son’s eyes. “Dream,” she says again. “I can’t…. We can’t…”

“Mom,” Dream says again, voice breaking. “Mom, please. I didn’t, Mom.”

“No, Dream.” She says. “You’ve got a Hunter on your back. And with Foolish, we can’t. I’m sorry, duckling.”

And she closes the door, and Dream’s left with a chill right to his very bones.

“Mom,” he whispers. “Puffy…”

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And that’s the first face he sees once he’s climbed to the top of the castle. Puffy, looking at him with her mouth open, calling his name. His hands shake, and he takes a moment to drink her in. Her hair’s the same as always, and she’s wearing Netherite. That’s weird.

Only Hunters get Netherite. 

She’s not a…?

(She is, she is, she is. Stay away from me, stay away from me, stay away from me.)

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He takes a look at the others, too. There’s a boy with bandages all over his arms, a almost-naked guy walking with him, a creeper hybrid (Warden, stay away), and⸺Cat.

(He’s not alone, but he is alone. But everyone else had Netherite except the boy does that mean they’re all Hunters? Is the boy an apprentice?)

Dream feels a tear roll down his cheek. Puffy’s his mother, sue him. Doesn’t mean he can’t miss her. Why are there so many Hunters? He jerks forward, loses his balance just slightly, and hears the creeper call up a “be careful,” and Dream shrinks back and lets loose a hiss. 

The creeper hisses back and Dream bares his teeth. Cat doesn’t look like he really cares all that much, but he just calls a simple “Don’t fall. Remember what happened last time you tried to climb the castle?”

Dream says nothing back. Cat raised an eyebrow and waits, impatient and taps his foot. “You’re just not gonna say anything?” Cat calls again, and Dream edges toward the edge of the Castle’s back. 

“Dream?” Cat calls again, and Dream snaps his head over. 

“You don’t know my name,” he shouts finally. “You’ve never learned it. How did you find out?”

“Your name?” Cat calls. “Why wouldn’t I know it?”

“Duckling?” Puffy calls, looking worried. 

Of course, Dream thinks, glancing back to Puffy. Why wouldn’t he know his name? They’ve got his mother on their side. 

“Dream?” Is that⸺Bow? Flame?⸺“What’re you doing up there?”

Dream swallows. Five Hunters. God, he’s really in trouble isn’t he. 

He jumps.

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Dream is sixteen, and he’s on his own. He’s got one Hunter on his tail, and he’s killed the Hunter a million times. Dream’s been killed a million times, and he’s killed the Dragon a million times. Each time, it resets him with the Hunter to a different World and Dream doesn’t know why. 

He’s Captain Cara Puffy’s kid. He’s got to survive for his brother, and for his mothers. The crystal in his pocket hums warmly. At night, Dream takes it out and he knows that it honed into his Home World, and he wonders what’ll happen if he takes it home.

The Hunters would find him and his parents, wouldn’t they? They’d hurt his family, just to get to him. And isn’t that ironic? Dream hasn’t hurt anyone. 

He hasn’t. Dream doesn’t know where Wilbur and Tommy went, he doesn’t know how Technoblade managed to escape but he wasn’t involved. He wasn’t. 

Foolish comes to Dream’s mind. His birthday already passed and he’s what? Ten now? Maybe older, but Dream can’t quite remember what age he is, let alone his brother. (Age didn’t matter when he was sixteen and on his parents’ doorsteps, with a Hunter closing in on time; age didn’t matter when he was almost seventeen and threw himself off a cliff because that’s better than dying to a Hunter. Age doesn’t matter when you’re on the run.)

But that hasn’t happened yet. Right now, he’s still sixteen running from One Hunter.

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Dream rolls to a crouch, and takes off again. He’s got Technoblade, Cat, Bow, Flame, Puffy and the Warden after him. Dream keeps going, oblivious to his mother’s calls of his name and his nickname. He can't, he won’t go back. This is a trick, he thinks to himself and he looks over at the forest that’s beside him and the buildings thats in front of him.

He makes a rash decision, and runs into the woods.

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My thoughts on Seabound!!! 🌊🌊🌊 (2/4)

SPOILERS ALERT!!!

For now, nothing to complain about! We got Nya, we got MAYA AND RAY, we got GILES PANTON BACK A LEGO SHOW!!! 😍😍😍

Of course now I'm definitely curious about what the story is really about, like I'm guessing Wojira will wake up at some point so... Great Devourer all over again maybe? 😅 Idk, for now I just wanna enjoy Nya having her moment 🥳

Alright, here we go!

GENERAL THOUGHTS

New alert for reader, during the Nexo Knights period I was and still am the hugest Clay fan. Now that his voice is in this season I might scream more than necessary... keep that in mind 😅

I love the humor in this, all random but still kinda clever 😂😂 Maybe I'm biased because I love Jay but still 🤷‍♀️

I really like the design of the marine world, very cool!! 🌊🌊🌊

I guess I'm not really seeing any big plot twist moment for now? Ninjago seasons have history of basing seasons on a "we need to prevent this event from happening but it will happen anyway", so I can see Wojira waking up no matter what 🤷‍♀️

I wonder if that will be shocking? Usually when this situation happen, someone makes a major sacrifice (Zane with the Overlord, sensei Garmaron with Chen, again sensei G with the Preeminent...). Maybe Maya? I DON'T WANT THAT 😭 But I am curious, everything is going nicely and I'm not sure what it will bring! 🤩 I'M EXCITED SO LET'S GO!!!

THE WRATH OF KALMAAR

So this is the name of Clay's new incarnation, neat! 👍

Okay really, for having a season lately the main character just can't help but be trapped by the villain: kinda Zane in the ICE Chapter, Jay in Prime Empire, Cole in Master of the Mountain... we can call it a tradition at this point 🤷‍♀️

Giant serpent, yadda yadda, I wonder if we're gonna address the Great Devourer at some point? Not mandatory, but the reference would be very cool 🤩

Clay's new incarnation is a prince I- *hyperventilates in awe*

Nya playing dumb lol, I don't know if that's personal experience as she used to get kidnapped a lot in the past or she just have too many idiots in her life 😂

ALSO ANOTHER BEST GIRL'S SMIRK

NYA YOU'RE TOO MUCH ILY ❤💙❤💙

Jay I love that you're so worried about Nya but maybe try NOT TO DIE? YOU'RE WITH LLOYD AND ZANE YET YOU'RE THE ONE GOING FOR THE SACRIFICE WTH?? 😱 But he's worried about his cool GF I kinda get it, also he didn't do it so good...

WHAT. THE. HECK.

WHO ARE YOU OH MY FIRST SPINJITZU MASTER YOU'RE ADORABLE I WANNA KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU YOU ABSOLUTE CUTIE 🤩🤩🤩

So Giles is doomed to voice LEGO characters with daddy issues 😂 That being not having a dad at all or having one that is... a good guy? Idk he seems chill with the surface at first glance, I wonder what's the story of this family

Maya reminds of my mom, she also mentions her work a lot and I study the same thing. But she doesn't want to brag, it gets annoying but she just wants to give me advice. It's nice to see actually 👍 Also Ray reference NEAT ❤❤❤

Wow, if any child-parent couple of this show was doomed at going semi Emperor's New Groove style, I would've bet on Ed and Jay honestly 😅

Oh HECK yes I knew that with my water girls things were BOUND to get cool 😎 ... yeah I know where the door is *goes away*

JAY NO WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT TRYING TO DIE STOP DOING WHAT YOU'RE DOING!!! 😱😱😱

My GOSH that scared the crap out of me 😅 Jay honey we have too many deaths in this team, you're not helping... BUT YOU POWERED AN ENTIRE SHIP BECAUSE YOU LOVE NYA AND YOU DIDN'T DIE AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BLUEBELL 💙💙💙

They were all so worried, I love this ninja family so freaking much 💜💜💜 Also better not tell this one to his GF 😂

And Bluebell?

Welcome to the "change eye color because of elemental power" team! WE GOT ANOTHER ONE I LOVE WHEN IT HAPPENS!!! 😍😍😍

Awww, Zane letting Jay be the captain, that was so cute of him 💕

Another great episode! Doing great so far but I still wonder if we got into the main story. Feels like there should be more, well we got time! Next one! 😊

LONG LIVE THE KING

Sooooo... that's one very telling title 😅 If we're going full Lion King on this one, I think I know where this is going 😵

Maya: Don't they know that metal taste terrible?!? (Again feels like Kai could say something like this 😂)

FINALLY NYA USING FREAKING WATER POWERS UNDER THE SEA!!! Thank you Maya for saying out loud what we were all thinking 👌👌

NINJA TO THE RESCUE!!!

Pff, okay, the fact that Kalmaar is all evil and cruel and then he gets startled like that, it's kind or adorable! 💕 Honestly Giles got such a deep voice, with Clay it was firm warm and reassuring, here we got plain devious and I ADORE it 😍😍😍

Maya come on don't doubt your daughter 😅 But I like her, and if she knew Nya they way we all do she wouldn't doubt that she could make it every time 😎

Yeah I was right, the king seems chill... oww I fear what's coming then 😳

Okay, so Kalmaar thinks that the world should go back to be lead by them like in the past, while the king just wants peace with the surface. And as we know, no drama no season so...

Yep, saw the death coming 😅

WHOA DID NOT SEE THAT LITTLE BLAME ACT COMING KALMAAR IS SO EVIL!!!... with a glorious voice but still (Rose focus on something that is not that godlike voice, you can do it 💪💪)

THE OLD ONE TWO I LOVE THIS SO MUCH COMBO ATTACK!!! 🌊❄🌊❄

Awww Benthomaar is actually really cute, he's so worried about his father 😢 And he's adopted apparently? I wanna know the story!!! 🤩🤩

Yep, there's the reason why Zane got a mask even though he doesn't need one, it completes his attire 😂😂😂 My gosh how I love this nindroid ❄

Did... did Jay just say phooey? Dude Ducktales ended a while ago but I'm still not over it 😭

I said it once before I'll say it again, Ninjago is really REALLY good at making death scenes. Like, omg, I genuinely felt sorry for them 😢😢 I also really liked that the king didn't ask to be avenged, he still wanted peace and he asked his son to protect the ninja and he cried actual tears...

MY HEART WTH 😭😭😭 So we're adding this to the real tears moments of the show, with Jay crying over pie, Zane with the flashback of his dad, Jay crying over Nya and Lloyd thinking the ninja are gone... my world this show is angsty 🙂

Third startle for prince Kalmaar, I love the gag 😂 Oh wait, king Kalmaar 🤷‍♀️

Okay, we got a coup, the ninja running away because they got framed, Benthomaar is most likely going to join them or at least help them, I guess Wojira will come out at some point while... Kai, Ray and Cole are still playing videogames? 😅

THIS IS GETTING COOL I WONDER WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT AAAAHHH HECK YES THERE IS THE HYPE!!! 😍😍😍

Although I hope we get more stuff with Nya and Maya, that's what I like 🤩

ESCAPE FROM MERLOPIA

I'm good at English and I can follow most of it, but the fantasy names are tricky so I didn't get before that this was the name of the place 😅 It's nice, at least it's not another Atlantis 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

LLOYD I SWEAR TO YOUR GRANDPA IF YOU TRY TO DIE AGAIN 😱

NYA YOU ARE NOT A GOOD SUBSTITUTE NONE OF YOU ARE OMG 😱😱

Ah, there he is, my new son Benthomaar 💙 He is so lovable already, I know nearly nothing about him and I like his character already a lot! He could relate with all of the ninja really, but maybe with Jay the most? They were both adopted after all 🤔🤔

*scribble note for a fanfic for later if this doesn't come up in the season*

Alright moving on 😗

I am so happy Nya gets a season, Kelly got a great emotional range that doesn't come out often in my opinion, but with a full introspection of water goddess we are all blessed by her voice acting 😍

Gotta say, admitting that Bentho didn't have to help them to answer the usual 'Can we trust him' question is pretty reasonable, like, better than other stupid answers 😅

Also don't mind me

Just screenshotting by ship 💙❤💙❤

Somehow lately we are letting Jay do the talking and I both hate and LOVE the fact 😂😂 Plain Bluebell nonsense, heck yes that's my jam👌👌

MAYA IS SO COOL OMG 🤩🤩

I literally can't not laugh at the startle gag with Kalmaar 😂

LLOYD WHAT DID I JUST SAY ABOUT SELF SACRIFICING!! PLEASE IT'S NOT EVEN YOUR SEASON!! 😱😱😱😱

Aww Jay is still the Captain, nice! Wonder if it's giving him Skybound flashbacks... I hope not considering all he went through that time, poor Sparky 😅😅

ARE THOSE LITTLE WU ROCKETS?? 🤯

Can we skip a season and hang out with Pixal one time? I really wanna know how she organizes her free time to create these things 😍😍😍

THANK YOU LLOYD FOR NOT DYING ONCE AGAIN, MUCH APPRECIATED!!! 💚💚💚 My green bean needs a vacation... they all do 😅

THEY ARE

SO BEAUTIFUL 💙🌊💙🌊

Alright, back to the island hoping Kalmaar will not track us and follow us so he can get to the place and discover the amulet 🙂

Are we not calling the others? I miss my flame babe and Rocky ❤🖤❤🖤 Also RAY WATCHA DOIN I WANNA KNOW EVERYTHING 🤩🤩

THE TALE OF BENTHOMAAR

Wait what? Shark boy backstory? SHARK BOY BACKSTORY?!? 👀👀👀

Wow, I see that Kalmaar didn't change a thing growing up, still the same gonna-be-a-villain 😂 Of course his voice got a lot deeper and cool and okay you know I love his voice moving on

I find it kinda funny that Kalmaar is so focused on royal blood and superiority, while Clay was basically a farm boy who worked his way up. Giles knows how to get the character no matter what 😍

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

BABY BENTHOMAAR AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

The king seems like such a good pers- fish- creature 😅 Now I'm double sad that he died, my world, why do I always care so fast, it's not healthy in this show where everyone could die 😰😰

I'M SORRY IS THAT KAI'S HAIR??? 😂😂😂 I LITERALLY CAN'T LOOK AWAY WTH I DON'T KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS

Literally every frame of Benthomaar makes me love him even more 😢

Interesting that we got an academic villain, he kinda reminds me of Clouse in a way, maybe even Harumi since she studied her way to her plan as well? I like that we got a bit of personality too!

Using your little bro for your own purpose... it's very evil but kinda also brotherly like 😂

Benthomaar really gives me that very PRECIOUS vibe, kinda the perfect son but also a naive and unaware BABY 💙

LEGO HUG 🤩🤩 Not exactly reciprocated but still 😅

Ooohhh, so this is how he found the temple! I like this, it shows that Bentho is most likely physically stronger than Kalmaar, while evil brother is focused on brain and studies. They are planned differently, I like it! 😚😚

Ouch, peer pressure... sibling pressure? Eh you get what I mean 😂

POOR BENTHO 😭😭😭 YOU GOT THE NINJA NOW DON'T WORRY WE'RE NEVER GONNA LEAVE YOU ALONE YOU PRECIOUS SHARK BABY!! 🦈🦈🦈

Bentho: will I really fit in with you guys? Do you really understand how I feel?

Lloyd: Jay was adopted, Nya's parents were gone most of her life, Zane lost his father while mine turned evil

Bentho(tearing up): yeah that can work

Okaaaaayyyyy, I like that we got a bit of backstory for Bentho too! We didn't get much for Vanya in Master of the Mountain, which is the only thing I was sad about (very little detail, AMAZING season 🖤🖤🖤), nice to see it here!!

But I really want more Nya and Maya interactions, I hope we'll soon get to them again!! 😍😍😍

Alright, getting somewhere here! I'm very curious about what's next 🤩🤩

[thiswasinevitableid]

10 tattoos/piercing, Danbrey, sfw, please!

Here you go! I based Dani's design on an arowana because I liked the color.

“Remember, non-scented soap, nice to meet you, byeee!” Aubrey waves to her client as they head down the boardwalk. She has thirty minutes until her next appointment, so it’s time to stretch her legs and check the little ‘doggy cam” she set up on Dr. Harris Bonkers cage to make sure the giant rabbit hasn’t finally managed to chew his way through the bars.

“Hi doctor” She coos into the phone. One white ear pivots towards the camera, but the bunny remains otherwise unmoved.

She leans on the railing, Pacfic sparkling like a postcard before her.

“Excuse me?”

“YEEEEP!” She jumps back, not expecting a woman to pop out of the water, let alone pop out and talk to her.

“Oops, sorry.” The other woman smiles, golden hair fanning out around her. There are two types of blondes in Long Beach; the ones hoping to be the next influencer sensation and the kind who are excited to tell you about GOOP and crystals.

Whichever kind this woman is, she’s the most gorgeous girl Aubrey’s ever seen.

“Um, can I help you?”

“Yeah! Can you tattoo me? A piercing would be okay too, but I really like how pretty the tattoos are.”

“Thanks. Um, you’re gonna need an appointment.” She pulls out her phone again, since it’s synced to the calendar Joseph makes them all keep, “lemme see....I have a big slot of time on Friday afternoon.”

The girl cocks her head, “That’s two days from now, right?”

“Yep.We can start at one if that works for you?”

“Sure, see you then!” She waves and then disappears under the water. A few moments later, a shimmering golden tail breaks the swell, seeming to wave once before submerging. Aubrey blinks, switches back to the bun cam.

“How do I tell Joseph I have to move my stuff outside to tattoo a mermaid?”

Dr. Harris Bonkers snuffles, but offers no further commentary.

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“Joseph, for the last time, you are not gonna hang around just to ask my client questions while I’m trying to work.”

“I don’t plan to, but we need to make sure everything, and I mean everything, is as sterile as we can manage. Doing this outside gives me hives as it is.” Joseph finishes setting up the pop-tent, the kind sun-phobic families take to the beach.

“C’mon, people gave each other traditional tattoos out in the open for centuries. It should be fine.”

Joseph makes an unsure noise, but leaves her in peace all the same. Before long a golden tail flashes out of the water as the mermaid swims towards the beach, the closest spot to the pier where they could actually set the tent and generator up. It’s right on the tide line, Duck having used his almanac to tell them whether Aubrey would be chasing the tide or fleeing from it if the appointment turns out to be long.

“Um, hi again.” She waves.

“Hello!” The mermaid slides up into the surf. When she sits up, Aubrey turns pink.

“Uh, do you, uh, want a swimsuit or something?” Her voice is embarrassingly high.

The mermaid looks down, then at Aubrey studiously looking elsewhere, and laughs, “Oh, right, I forgot humans don’t like it when we’re bare-chested.”

“I mean it’s not that we don’t like it-” Aubrey mumbles.

“Be right back.” She pushes back into the sea, returning a minute later wearing a bright green bikini top, “is that better?”

“Yep!” She replies too quickly, “Sorry, I, um, I’ve never worked on a mermaid before, kinda figured you guys wore seashells or sea stars or something?”

“You...you realize where that would put the seastar mouths, right?” The mermaid scoots up onto the beach, tail in the water and back on the inflatable recliner they borrowed from Kirbys apartment.

“Ooohouch, you’re right, fuck, sorry.” She grabs her flash binder, brought in case the mermaid didn’t have a design in mind.

The mermaid glances over her shoulder, smiling, “You’re cute when you blush.”

She maintains her professionalism, but only just, as the mermaid chooses her preferred design; a brightly colored swirl of planets and stars. For a newbie, she barely seems to register the needle, focused instead on studying Aubrey’s face and hands as she works. She learns that her name is Dani, that she’s one of several merfolk living near the pier, and that she’s observed Aubrey and her handiwork courtesy of a rock and a pair of salvaged binoculars.

“Oooh” Dani wiggles her tail happily when she sees the finished product, “it’s perfect, thank you so much Aubrey.”

“Glad you like it-oh, okay.” She stiffens as Dani rubs their cheeks together twice before pulling back.

“I’m supposed to keep it clean right?”

“Yeah, but I’m not sure how well saran wrap will hold up to sea water.”

A formerly empty Rose bottle thunks onto the sand. Dani grabs it, popping the make-shift cork off with her teeth.

“Ooh, Indrid sent me a special covering to keep it safe. And these must be for you.” She holds out two pearls.”

“Thanks” She’s more interested in watching the kissable lips covering razor sharp than the gems the mermaid gives her.

“Can I see you again?” Dani is halfway back in the water.

“Whenever you want. You’re a great client; you, um, you’re really nice to touch. Wait, um, I mean you take it really welllARGH, um, yes please come back.” Aubrey replies, tucking the second most valuable thing on the beach into her pocket and continuing to blush well after Dani has returned to the waves.

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“AHFUCK!”

“Sorry!” Dani gives a sheepish wave to Duck before turning to Aubrey, who got used to her popping out of the water five times ago, “are you free tomorrow?”

“Sure” even if she isn’t, she’ll happily reschedule another client for Dani’s sake, “do want to pick something from my flash?”

“Nope, this time Indrid designed something. It’s about the same size as this” she holds up the watercolor hermit crab on her right arm, “see you then?”

“Of course.” Aubrey waves goodbye, blows a kiss when Dani is out of sight.

She forgot Duck was still here.

“You got it bad, Lady Flame.”

“Shush, I saw you chatting to Indrid by the coffee shop yesterday.”

“....you can’t prove anythin.”

She holds up her phone, smirking, “Oh yes I can.”

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“Aubrey!”

She looks up, wondering who’s calling her name on the deserted beach. She brings Dr. Harris Bonkers down here on a leash late at night for enrichment for him and a break from the summer heat for her.

“Aubrey, over here!” Dani leaps through the surf until she;s only able to slide, “I thought it was you. Ohhhhhh” she squeals, “this must be Dr. Harris Bonkers. Hello cutie pie, aren’t you just so lovelyOH, oh he feels like an otter.” She rubs the rabbits head, causing him to creep towards the water, “you’re the second cutest thing on this beach, doctor.” She winks at Aubrey, then sits up, “can I introduce him to Ferdinand?”

Aubrey nods, excited to finally meet Dani’s pet; she only his name, but she’s expecting a seal, or maybe a crab.

What she gets is an octopus. The cephalopod winds a tentacle around her arm, investigating her.

“Aww, he likes you.” Dani sets the octopus down in shallow water, where it proceeds to stretch multiple limbs out to poke Dr. Harris Bonkers.

“Guess they’re having a playdate?” Dani scoots closer, resting her head on Aubrey’s shoulder.

Aubrey sets a hand on her tail, running her fingers up and down the scales as the mermaid sighs happily.

“As long as he doesn’t carry Dr. Harris Bonkers into the tidepools, they can hang out as long as you like.”

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“Dani? How many tattoos are you planning to get?” Aubrey looks up from where she’s outlining an octopus on Dani’s side.

“I haven’t decided yet. It’s really common for mers to have lots of piercings and tattoos. That’s why Indrid can leave Duck so many expensive tokens; he’s the most in-demand tattoo artist on the coast.”

“Neat! Wait-” she sits up, shutting off the gun, “your friend is a tattoo artist, but you kept coming here?”

“Yes.” Dani is still, save for the end of her tail, which vibrates nervously.

“Why?”

“Um, well, I, I really liked your style. Then I really liked you, and I wanted to keep seeing you…”

“Holy crap, do you keep getting tattoos because you think that’s the only way you’re able to see me?”

“Uhhuh.” Dani is bright pink from her cheeks to her waist as Aubrey scrambles to sit in front of her, “I mean, when you want to date someone, you’re only allowed to see them at their work until they say they want to date you too. Even us meeting on the beach a few weeks ago was pushing it, and I didn’t want you thinking I was pushy.”

“....Huh?”

“Do humans not have that rule?” Dani’s honey-colored eyes widen.

“Nope. It’s actually kinda rude to ask people out at work, because they can’t get away BUT” she hurriedly sets the gun aside, “but I make exceptions for super cute wonderful mermaids.”

“Oh. In that case-” Dani knocks her backwards with her tail and climbs atop her, kissing her so hard she wonders if you can die from a really good make-out session. When the salty kiss ends the mermaid continues peppering her face with kisses and flicking her tongue along her neck.

“Dani I, I’m loving all of this but if you mess up my ink I’m gonna be as annoyed as I can possibly be with a gorgeous mermaid feeling me up.”

“Crap, you’re right.” Dani sits back up, glancing at the half-done tattoo, "I really don't want to ruin your work. Desperate need to see you aside, I do love your style." She folds her hands back into her lap and readjusts onto the inflatable chair.

Aubrey crawls forward, kissing her sweetly, "Once we're done and you're all wrapped up, wanna join me on the beach for a little, um, late night picnic."

A teasing kiss, first to her nose and then to her lips, "I'd love to."

[babbushka]

HELLO MY LOVE! Can I request #44 (you look good enough to eat) off the Halloween prompt list with big bear please? 🧡🎃💦🤠

Anonymous said: Halloween prompts 53 for Clyde please? It could be dark or fluffy lol. Smut please?

1.7k ; Content Warnings: friends to lovers, NSFW (p*ssy eating, fingering), set during halloween but not spooky! 

The last of the patrons have finally left, and now the bar is empty. Clyde’s been waitin’ all night for this moment, for the party to be over. Now it ain’t that he don’t like Halloween, because he does, he just, well…he likes you better.

And you, bein’ the sweetheart that you were had offered to help him clean up a bit after the party, and now here the both of y’all were, alone together at Duck Tape.

Clyde’s not dressed up as anything particular. Wasn’t that practical for a bartender, he couldn’t have the costume gettin’ in the way of things. You on the other hand, well you looked like about a million bucks. Dressed in a white frilly dress, a little halo headband and wings hooked onto your shoulder.

His angel, his darlin’.

The practical part of his brain was impressed that you hadn’t gotten a single drop of nothin’ spilled onto that pretty white dress of yours, but the rest of him was too transfixed on how good you looked – especially when you bent over just a tad too far, and Clyde got a glimpse of your panties lurkin’ underneath your dress.

Clyde, bein’ the gentleman that he is, looks away immediately o’course, already blushing for you, already hard in his jeans. You’re just a friend, nothin’ more. He can’t go lustin’ after you, that wouldn’t be right, wouldn’t be proper.

“Are ya sure this ain’t no big deal?” He clears his throat, busying himself with stackin’ up glasses and wipin’ down the bar. He doesn’t look at ya, because if he does he’ll go and say somethin’ stupid, and he doesn’t want to scare ya off, not now.

You’re sweepin’ up the orange and black streamers on the floor not too far from him, and all you do is give him one of your dazzlin’ smiles.

“Don’t be silly of course it’s no big deal! I love bein’ with you Clyde, you know that.” You say, leaning your cheek on the broom handle and givin’ him those sparklin’ eyes.

“You do?” He blushes deeper, blinks a little at the thought, the thought that someone as gorgeous as you might really like bein’ with someone like him.

“Well sure.” You walk to him, squeezin’ yourself behind the bar counter to stand real close, the smell of your perfume curling in Clyde’s nostrils. You take in a deep breath, and reach out your hand, and for all intents and purposes look as though you’re about to say somethin’ real important when you open your mouth, “I –”

Whatever you’re about to say is cut off by a scream as there’s a bang! and the power goes out.

Clyde finds himself with an armful of you and he finds that he don’t mind one bit. It’s pitch black in the bar, nothin’ but the flashes of lightning outside as thunder rips through your little corner of Boone County. Out in the distance there’s a shower of sparks and a big loud popping noise, and you only cling to Clyde tighter.

“What was that?” Your eyes are wide in the dark, strainin’ to see.

“I don’t know, sounded like a fuse blew.” Clyde’s hand rubs soothingly along your back, and though not much tends to get him spooked, there’s somethin’ sinister about the power goin’ out during a thunderstorm on Halloween.

You reach around him blindly, looking for your phone that you’ve left on the counter no doubt.

“Fuck, we gotta call someone Clyde! We can’t stay here in the dark.” You try to grasp it, but you only wind up knocking it off the counter.

Clyde don’t know much about cell phones, but he winces when he hears it crashing against the tile, he knows how prone they are to crackin’. Clyde knows that he’s got a phone on the wall, one of them old fashioned types with the cord and everything, but the thought of havin’ you here is too much of a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so he’s hesitant.

“It don’t gotta be dark, I got candles.” Clyde says softly, wantin’ to reassure you, “Stay with me, it’s rainin’ outside. Dangerous out there.”

Clyde can feel your hands smoothing up his chest, and though it’s dark, he can see your eyes glitterin’, wet.

Excited.

That very same excitement he feels in his own bones, when your hands continue up up up his chest and loop around his shoulders.

“Oh yeah?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper.

Clyde quickly feels around for the book of matches he keeps in his pocket, and strikes one against the side of the pack. The little flame dances and casts the smallest glow, just enough to pull your and his face into view.

“Yeah, there’s legends around these parts, about the woods. I remember my folks always warnin’ us when we was little kids.” Clyde’s voice goes a type of deep you ain’t never heard before, when he says seriously, too seriously, “Don’t go out there. Especially once the sun goes down.”

“Why not?” Your brows lift, and just then, another bang of thunder cracks so hard and loud that you both swear you can feel the walls of the bar shake.

Clyde’s just makin’ shit up, but it feels like an omen.

“You don’t wanna know.” He swallows, not wanting to tempt fate any further. “In all seriousness darlin’, I’ll take you home if you want me to. But I’d much rather we stay here where it’s warm and dry, just the two of us.”

You don’t take two seconds to think it over, before gluing yourself to him a little more and asking, “So then what do you propose we do?”

In all honesty, Clyde never thought he’d get this far. He’d dreamt about it, about askin’ you out, about askin’ you on a proper date, goin’ steady, all that stuff that he’s been too shy to do. Somewhere in the back of his head he wants to smile at the thought that o’course you’re the one takin’ the first plunge with him. You’re smilin’, and he smiles as the match burns lower down the wooden stick.

“Darlin’, if I may be so bold…” He takes a deep breath, figurin’ now’s as good a time as any to shoot his shot, to prove to you just what he could do for ya, how he could make ya feel, “You look good enough to eat.”

“Well then big bear, I think you should have a bite.” You say, blowing out what’s left of the match.

He doesn’t need to be able to see, to hoist you up onto the bartop.

Sure it’d be romantic to have a thousand candles lit for ya, but there’s something sensual about the dark, about having to rely on his other sense – touch, taste.

He kisses you, slow and passionately, your legs winding around his middle, hands in his hair. He wishes he had two hands to hold ya with, caress ya with, but he works with what he’s got. He kisses you, and you whimper around his tongue, and though your mouth tastes of candy, he knows your pussy’s gotta be sweeter than pie.

His hand wedges between your legs, hikes up your dress. It’s so damn short to begin with that it don’t take much work to get it bunched up around your waist. You get the hint and lie back eagerly, happily, hands grasping at his shoulders so that you can guide him down too.

Clyde tugs aside your panties and is pleased to see they’re soaked. He wants to take his time with you, but your whines and panting breaths let him know that there’ll be time for that later, right now you’re achin’ for him to eat your pussy right.

Taking a deep breath, Clyde nuzzles his face right up against the wet slick folds of your cunt, nose prodding hard at your clit, tongue swiping up through you. He moans into your body, moans because he ain’t never thought something like this would happen to him, that he’d get to have you this way. Your legs sling over his shoulders and you fist his hair, grinding your hips up against him.

“Clyde! Damn that’s good.” You sigh happily, as Clyde licks and sucks on your folds, his tongue hot and flat as he drinks down all the wetness you give him, and there sure is a lot of it.

“Mmhm?” Clyde asks without even lookin’ up at you, and you moan, especially when he brings two of his thick fingers up and slides them into you.

“Yes!” You hit your head against the bartop with a laugh, letting your hips open and relax for him so he can work those fingers in and out of your pussy.

The noise is so much, you’re so wet, and Clyde can’t help but eat you out harder, coordinatin’ his fingers and his tongue so that they thrust into you while he sucks on your clit, gets you good and riled for him.

“Yes, keep goin’, please don’t stop!” Your voice is loud in the quiet of the dark, thunder and lightnin’ not botherin’ you one bit now, not with Clyde here, not with him makin’ you feel right.

He eats you and swallows you down when you come on his tongue, and keeps eatin’ you, keeps makin’ sure you’re comin’ hard, comin’ good. He can feel it soakin’ into his goatee and he’s rock hard in his jeans, thinkin’ about you, thinkin’ about how he’ll be able to taste you smell you on his tongue later.

When you tug on his hair to signal he needs to pull up for a minute, he does so. He’ll always do what you ask, what you want. He hopes he’s got a long night of doin’ just that ahead of him.

“Goddamn darlin’, you’re sweeter than all the trick-or-treatin’ candy.” Clyde says, and you laugh, blissed out, happy. You look happy with him, and Clyde’s heart soars.  

Your laugh brings the lights back on. Maybe it’s just a coincidence, but you’re blinkin’ up at one another in the bar, and you can see one another, and you’re still lookin’ happy.

“Power’s back.” Clyde whispers, wonderin’ what you’ll want him to do next.

“That might be so, but I’m not done with you yet.” You grin at him, and when you pull him back down to kiss the taste of your come off his lips, Clyde can’t help but think he’s so glad he threw that damn Halloween party.

[mybrothershands]

MBH/Dumpling Crossover 4/4

By myself and @diddlesanddoodles , edited by @thundering-susurrus

Saen was making quick work of his remaining peeled pumpkin, and Yale was pleased to have the whole pan filled and sizzling. The earthenware dish was stacked high enough, he felt, to warrant bringing it down to Kol and Quinn so they could get the first couple of the pies baking. Bart and Avery would have gotten the first few of the rocs onto the spits, and he was sure a few more would be chucked into one of the other ovens. If they timed it just right, just as one pie was finished baking, the next would be ready to put in, the goal being that all of the pies would be baked just as the last of the rocs finished off.

But the timing would be tight.

Ka did not seem to notice the change in pace, as he was focusing on the little stone he had brought up to his face to inspect. It looked much like a grain of rice between his fingers, but he lauded the girl's find nonetheless. "Kind of marbled and sparkly, isn't it?" he said, offering it back to Nenani.

Anything she might have said was drowned out by Cairo. From his vantage point on the table, he could very nearly bark directly into Ka's ear when he was bent down. So he did. "Ka!"

The giant flinched and looked up. "What is it now?"

Cairo simply pointed at the two pies Yale had brought over earlier. "Eat," he ordered.

"I have to get this done--"

"Don't argue with me! It could be hours before you get done," he said, still pointing.

Ka sighed and, making sure Nenani had taken the stone, reached for his satchel and rummaged around. Upon finding a spoon, he set the pack aside and reached to take one of the meat pies. "Demanding," he grumbled.

Yale turned to Saen, holding out the dish filled with cooked pumpkin. “Go run this to Quinn will ye?”

Wiping his hands on his apron, Saen rounded the table and claimed the dish from Yale before turning to hurry towards the archway.

“You’ve already got half of them done,” Nenani said, looking at the largely reduced pile of gourds. “How many pies do you need to make?”

“I think Quinn’s aimin’ fer about six,” Yale replied. “They’re pretty large ones, so they’ll be enough fer the top table, but the main attraction is sure to be the roasts.”

Just as Saen made it to the bottom of the stairs and into the kitchen proper, a loud voice bellowed from within. “IS THAT ALL YE THREE HAVE MANAGED?”

Yale froze, sighed, and mentally prepared himself for a tongue lashing. Even before Farris reached the top of the steps, he was continuing on with his tirade. “YE TELLIN’ ME THIS LOT CAN GET ALL THESE DAMN BIRDS DISPATCHED, PLUCKED, AND ROASTIN’ IN THE SAME TIME IT TAKES THREE OF YE TO PEEL AND FRY A SINGLE PLATE OF FUCKIN’ PUMPKIN?”

When he reached the landing, he stood with his arms akimbo and glowered fiercely at Yale and Ka. His face was already turning red, a single vein in his forehead throbbing with ire.

Ka nearly choked on his spoon, he jumped so hard. He pushed the pie back onto the table, a single scoop taken from it. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” he mumbled to himself as he tried to cut the pumpkin with the handle of the knife. The giant quickly spun the knife around. Within seconds he had gutted and broken down the pumpkin in his lap, and was reaching for another when another voice started barking commands.

"What did I just say? You need to eat something," Cairo said. In response, Ka shook his head, but did not speak. "Boy, you're twice his size. Stand up for yourself."

Still, the giant did not speak and kept his focus on peeling the next pumpkin.

Farris marched with purposeful strides towards them, his gaze set upon Ka. But at the last moments, as he reached them, he turned to Yale. “What in the seven hells are ye all doin’ out here that it takes ye thing long to get me some damn fried gourds, boy?”

“Sorry boss,” Yale replied mechanically. “We’re nearly done.”

“What’s the holdup then? Did ye forget we’re in a bit of a crisis here? Or ye feel like explainin’ to Master Donal why luncheon is late?” Farris demanded and shifted his ire towards Ka. He made note of the human man on the table, looking as irritable as Farris felt. He paid him no mind and focused instead on the giant peeling a pumpkin. And at a surprising speed, too. Farris would have been tempted to be impressed if the situation was different. Then he noted the still-uneaten pies and glowered at Ka.

“Well no wonder yer slower than the fuckin’ solstice,” Farris barked. “Ye still haven’t finished off them pies? The Dumplin’ eats faster than you. Scarf ‘em down and get to it!”

Sat down, Ka was no taller than Farris, and he felt the full heat of his angry rant. He slouched and physically shrank back from the shouts. Try as he might, he could not gather his wits against this man, especially when he was right in his face. "I'm trying, sir," Ka said. It was a moment before the words really sank in, and he understood. "O-oh," he said a bit stupidly.

"Told you," Cairo jeered. His hackles were still pricked, however, and he never took his gaze off of Farris. He stood tense, as if he thought he could do something.

Ka used this as a cue to peel his attention from the angry giant. He returned his hands to the table and took up the pie. Setting the edge of the dish against his mouth, he scooped a quarter of its contents into one cheek. He repeated this action until he looked a bit like a squirrel, then bobbed his head in thanks. "It's good!" Ka said, or at least tried to.

Farris huffed and regarded Ka with an unimpressed frown. “Good, he says. Boy, this is the king’s kitchen. Of course it’s good. We don’t serve the pig shit doled out at common taverns.”

His eyes turned to Cairo, and he noted the tensed muscles and the near battle stance the human man took. Farris matched the man’s glare. “Ye have somethin’ to say to me?”

The human stood there a moment, as if reconsidering, but did not give up his ground. He glanced at Ka, who was still choking down the other half of the first pie, and then back to the smaller giant. He at last smoothed his brow and calmed his stance exactly two notches. "No," he decided. "As long as you keep your paws off him."

Farris snorted a short humorless laugh. “So long as he does the work I’m payin’ for, I ain’t have any reason to lay a finger on him.”

Yale suppressed a look that might have made it seemed as though he would like to contradict his boss’s assertion. But with his self-preservation instinct well-honed after years of working under Farris, Yale turned his back and concentrated his frying pan.

“But I will say this,” Farris continued, the muscles in his shoulders pulling tightly. He leaned down closer to Cairo, pressing further into the human’s space and narrowing his eyes minutely. “First rule of my kitchens, little man: my word is law. So if I say ye need a smack to the head, yer gonna get a smack to the head. Don’t care whose brother ye are or ain’t.”

Ka glanced from the fuming giant to Cairo and back again, his worry mounting. He lowered his voice to a whisper. "H-he's not really going to--I mean, he won't hurt him...will he?" he said to whoever could hear.

"Oh, is that so?" Cairo jeered, "think yourself a tough boy? Well do ye?" He could feel the giant's breath on his face now, yet glared up undeterred. He glanced down to where Nenani was milling around. He did not see her rock, but was fairly certain she still had it on her.

"Y'know what I think?" Cairo said. "I think you're a soft little bastard, that's what!"

And with that, Farris spun on his heels and marched back across the yard and down into the kitchen. Yale was left a little speechless and turned to look back between Cairo and Ka and then to Nenani. She was the only one of the three to share Yale’s shock. He opened his mouth to say something, but paused when he saw Farris emerge again from the kitchen with a familiar cocotte tucked under one arm. Yale dutifully turned his back to his boss and concentrated on the frying pumpkin. He tried very hard not to snicker.

Farris did not acknowledge anyone as he calmly sat the cocotte down onto the table and pulled off the lid. Down near his feet, Nenani was looking between Farris and Yale and when the younger cook caught her eye, he winked at her. But she only looked more confused.

And then it happened.

With a swiftness and speed few people would have assumed Farris capable of, he reached out and grabbed Cairo, pinning the man’s arms to his sides, and swiftly plopping him down into the open pot. The lid was clapped on with a bang and Farris leaned his arm on top, turning to level a calm stare at Ka.

“This mouthy brother ‘a yer’s just earned himself ten minutes,” he said. He turned to Yale. “Hand me that rock there. Not the hot one. Don’t wanna cook 'im.”

Yale bent down to retrieve one of rocks that had been used to create a barrier for the fire pit, choosing the one farthest from the flames. It was barely warm. He handed it to Farris, shooting a slightly apologetic glance at Ka. Farris placed it on the lid and turned back to Ka.

“Ten minutes.”

Ka sat there for a short while, shoulders tense and eyes glued on the pot. Only after Farris backed away did he begin to relax. He seemed to find some kind of solace in Nenani's presence as well, and how comparatively calm she looked.

Still, his brother was in a pot.

Slowly, he reached across the table, his long arm easily closing the distance, and pulled it towards himself. Inside, Cairo was pounding against the side like a swarm of angry bees, to the point that even Ka did not want to open the lid. With the crock safely within his embrace, he went back to his pie. "Ka!" came a muffled voice. "Can you even hear me, you dumb oaf?"

"I can hear you," he mumbled.

"Well get me out of here! What are you waiting for, you useless giant?"

"Don't call me that," he muttered. "And Mister Farris said not to." He stole a glance at the man in question before turning to Yale--a seemingly safer option. "Does he usually do this?"

There was a part of Yale that felt very badly for Ka. For someone so tall, he very much looked like a kicked puppy. Farris eyed him for a moment, a silent command, and though he tried to keep his composure, the mask slipped and Yale snorted an undignified laugh.

“He’s been known to do it from time to time,” he chuckled. “Bit of a last resort sort ‘a thing.”

Yale wasn’t the only one to pick up on Ka’s morose expression and posture. Nenani walked over to his leg and patted it reassuringly. “Don’t worry. It’s like time out.”

Yale laughed properly. “Mostly it’s the brat in there though.”

Farris snorted.

“Nah. Had to use the bigger one. That one there wouldn’t have fit in the one I use with Jae,” he said. Seeming satisfied enough that Ka would not spring his brother from the cocotte before his time was served, Farris gestured to the rest of the pumpkins. “I expect the rest done up quick and brought down. I won’t have luncheon be late and I certainly ain’t sendin’ up sub-par pies to the top tables. I’d have Donal so far up my ass over it, I’d be able to smell his damn cologne.”

Ka seemed a bit distracted by Yale's laugh, but Farris's voice was loud enough to break the spell. "O-Oh. Yessir. We'll get it done. Not to fear." Switching his pie to the other hand, Ka reached down towards Nenani. His hand was still hesitant, but not nearly as much as when he had first tried. "Thank you, little one," he whispered, scratching her upper back with two fingers.

In the next half hour, they had all the pumpkins peeled and fried with spices mixed in. Pie crusts were brought from the ovens inside, filled with the hot mixture, then spirited away. Once Cairo was allowed free, he seemed a bit somber and even bitter. Maybe time-out did not work as well on adults. Ka tucked him into the hood of his overcoat, leaving his hands free to set to work.

When the pies were all squared away, he got back to his feet rather slowly, as if afraid he might bump his head, but there was nothing above him but grey skies. He more or less followed Yale around like an oversized duckling until he found something else to do. That "something else" happened to be helping someone hang decorations. One of the little giants was on a ladder trying to hang an autumn wreath, but the ladder was not cooperating. When Ka came up behind him to hold it steady, he met the man nearly eye-to-eye. He had not meant to scare him so badly, honest he hadn't, but he soon found himself left alone with the decorations.

"How...do I do this?" he mumbled to himself. It had been a while since he had last seen Yale, and from what he could tell, he had better things to do than babysit a tenderfoot.

"It doesn't matter," came a coarse voice behind him. Cairo was nearly asleep in his makeshift hammock. "Just hang em any old place. Your guess is as good as theirs."

"But I want to make it look nice," Ka said, unraveling a leafy garland. "They probably have a place where they normally put everything."

"Put a wreath on your head, it should fit," said the human as he picked his teeth.

"No, Cairo."

Farris emerged from the kitchens tired, but satisfied. The food had gone up on time and without issue and so he would have one more day without another one of Donal’s reprimands. Not that Farris put much weight in them. He was simply sick of hearing them.

In his hand, he carried a small but weighted purse and strode across the courtyard towards Ka. But he paused when he saw the boy hanging a garland, a task given specifically to Gjerk. He turned on his heels to holler down into the kitchens.

“Gjerk, ye twig-armed ninny!” he bellowed. “What kind of lame legged lizard are ye to be pawnin’ off yer duties, eh?”

The bushel of bright orange hair peeked warily out from the stairwell. “Nothing sir! It’s just…well, he’s so much taller and…”

“And too polite tell ye to fuck off,” he barked. “Go see Bart and tell him ye just volunteered to scrub the privies.”

The younger giant’s face fell, and he looked as though he wished to protest, but the seething glare from Farris burnt up any objections and the tenderfoot sullenly turned away.

Farris huffed and turned back to where Ka was finishing up the decorations.

“Ye did good work today, lad. Much appreciated,” he said and held out the purse. “This is fer you.”

The giant paused in his work, hurriedly hooked the garland over the corner of the roof, and pulled his arms close to his body. "I'm sorry?" He avoided the man's eyes, glancing instead to where he had seen the boy called "Yerk" disappear. His brow worried as he clenched his jaw. He felt so bad for causing the boy such trouble. "This?" he asked when the pouch was impatiently placed in his right palm. It sounded like coin. "You...want me to take this somewhere? To get more groceries or something?" He felt Cairo shifting in the hood on his back and silently hoped he would keep his mouth shut, but it was not to be.

"What is it." he demanded.

"Coin," Ka murmured.

"I wasn't asking you," he said, tugging on a lock of his brother's hair.

At the human’s tone, Farris snorted. The urge to reintroduce the human back into the cocotte was strong. However, the trade of effort and reward was too far skewed from his favor, and so he allowed it to pass without further comment, except to answer Cairo’s initial question.

“Yer pay,” he said to the human before turning his eyes upwards to Ka. “Honest pay fer an honest day’s work. And my thanks.”

He had been perhaps a little more generous than he would have been normally, but if there was one thing his mother had instilled within him more than anything, it was to make sure no one under his roof ever went hungry. Ka had done the job of two men, and clearly he had not been getting enough to eat to sustain his considerable height. For all his mass, the boy was not much more than an overgrown sapling. A decent wind could blow him over.

The boy needed more than just food for the moment. He needed the coin to get more down the road.Farris only hoped that whichever road Ka was going down, they accepted Vhasshalan minted coins.

Shaking his head, the giant opened the purse and prodded the coins. They were strange to him, and small, but he didn't need a scale to tell this was a decent amount of money. He frowned at it, confused. Was there something he'd misunderstood? "But...you fed me." He met the man's eyes and instantly wished he had not--they were the kind that could cut. He returned his gaze to the sack in his palm. "It was good food, too. You don't have to do this," he offered the sack back.

Something thumped him in the back of his neck. "Just accept it, you stupid dog," Cairo growled fiercely. "I'll not have you go hungry over your own--mrrph!" he sputtered as an enormous hand clamped over his head and chest. It only took about three seconds before he bit down on his brother's finger, which was answered with a yelp."--your own sheepishness," he finished.

Farris eyed the pouch sitting in Ka’s open palm, appearing laughably small, and growled. His favor was a hard-won thing, and perhaps he had grown a little too used to folks understanding just what it meant for him to bestow it upon them. Ka was a stranger, though, and did not have a full grasp of the minutiae of the Vhasshalan kitchens or the way in which Farris ran them. If he ever put any real meat on his bones, the lad would be a right mountain. He had an honest spirit about him but was as meek and timid as a beaten pup.

“Yer gonna stash that purse in yer damn pocket, boy,” he told the much taller giant with a forceful jab of his finger. “And yer gonna heed that one’s words. Or so help me I’ll kick yer sorry arse from here to Garrish Hills.”

Ka felt a light tap on the back of his neck "Toldja so," Cairo barked almost immediately.

"Oh..." he backed away from the upheld finger and tucked the coin purse against his body. This man came only up to his waist, and yet his strength of person made him take a step back.

Farris's words were softer this time, though. He was used to judging Cairo's levels of harshness, and somehow this tone worked at the corners of his mouth. Someone was being kind to him, he realized after a time, and it made him feel warm inside. "Thank you sir," he smiled and, without thinking, got down on his knees in the grass and wrapped his arms around the little man. "Thank you."

As Ka’s long arms encased him tightly--Gods the boy was stronger than he looked--hot indignation roiled up from Farris’s chest, and his first instinct was to fling his arms out and push him away. But as he heard Ka’s words of thanks, he paused. Begrudgingly. And then he heard a telltale sound of his cooks snickering from the doorway.

“Alright,” Farris mumbled, wiggling experimentally to prompt the other to release him. But when it was obvious that Ka had either not heard him or chose to ignore him, he pushed against the taller giant’s chest and stepped back, effectively yanking himself from Ka’s grip. “Alright I said!”

Ka backed away hurriedly, nearly falling on his haunches. The only thing that kept him from doing so was the fact that Cairo was still resting in his hood, and if he fell all the way back...

"S-sorry, sir. Thank you." Ka said as he steadied himself. The man scared him more than he'd like to admit. Yet in the back of his mind, Farris reminded him a lot of Cairo, and Cairo would not want him to be skittish of him. Ka frowned. For once in his life, he was glad his brother was no bigger than he was.

"Get up and dust your pants off," the human grumbled, pulling a ringlet of Ka's hair. "We've gotta get a move on. Come on, he's not gonna bite you." To this, the giant shook his head to free his hair but did as he was told.

Ka did his best to meet Farris's eye but could only manage such for a single second. "Thank you again, sir," he said as he backed away a few paces, then seemed to falter in place. "Wait, I almost forgot." He reached in his pocket and extracted a single coin the size of a human’s head, with a diamond hole cut in the center. "I wanted to give this to the girl, but...I forgot. It isn't worth much, but she likes collecting stones so I thought..." he shook his head and placed it in the man's hand as he had done for him. "Sorry, I've got to go, erm. Tell her goodbye for me if I don't see her on my way out...uhm thank you," he said for the fifth time, finally waving before turning heel.

"Real smooth, bud," Cairo sniped. Ka shrugged and grumbled as he made his way to the gatehouse. They were good people and, he realized, he may miss them. Maybe they would have him back someday, if he could find his way. The giant looked down to his chest-pocket and the coin purse that rested there and resolved to save at least one as a keepsake.