#like buddy was just talking and i jumped to the fucking moon

[sheepthatgobaa]

I honestly just assumed it was Solomon's magic because of the sparkling sound effect lmao 😭 but this is funny too lol

[fanfichubcircuit]

Bullfrog Alphabet NSFW 18+

While I'm working on the Bullfrog x Reader here's my sexy Bullfrog HCs to tide y'all over. Enjoy!

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Bullfrog is a very sweet person so aftercare can range from laying together talking before sleep to rubbing your sore muscles and cleaning you up. Whatever your comfort level is and whatever you need. You’d probably have to be forward and ask him what he needs. He also has like any juice or Powerade type deal you could want after.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs)

Non-sexually he likes his eyes the best. He thinks they’re nice and bright and loves making them pop with his eyeliner. When it comes to the bedroom his tongue is his favorite. It’s really large and soft so his partners enjoy it, and he loves the excuse to taste who he’s with. If you have a size kink, he can definitely satisfy it.

C = Cum (Anything to do with it)

You could literally cum anywhere on him. The only rules are no eyes, nose, or ear holes that just sucks. He likes feeling the proof that you enjoyed it and secretly he likes being marked by it. He wants to mark you too across your stomach and thighs or your back and ass (He couldn’t reach your face if he wanted to). If he gets to cum inside he wants to hold it in. And if you gently wipe some of yours on his face he’ll melt.

D = Dirty secret(s)

He totally stole your underwear. You two had been hot and heavy the night before so it was covered in you. It’s the only thing he’s never asked you permission for, but he was going on a mission solo and wanted you there, so he figured this was the next best thing. Throughout the whole ordeal of sneaking into that facility he kept shoving his face into your underwear to fill his lungs with you. He’s a little sex freak, but he’s YOUR little sex freak. Besides you two were well established at this point he didn’t think much about it.

The other secret he thinks about waaaay too much in his opinion. He had a dream that you clamped a spiked dog collar on his neck and dragged him around, complimenting him in a demeaning tone. You roughed him up and made him beg for a leash. He woke up in a sweat, confused, and blindingly hard. He’s not new to rough sex or the talk the leash stuff however makes him feel.. guilty. He’s very open minded when it comes to sexuality, but being a hybrid the whole leash thing felt like something he shouldn’t want. He totally revisits it when he touches himself.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Before his guild sect of the brotherhood was wiped out, back when he was first training with all the others in his age group. A bunch of super athletic young adults in close quarters all the time? Yeah. It was as randy as the Olympics. As he got older and moved away from the guild’s main compound he kept in touch with his fellow assassins as fuck buddies until.. well. He also had his fair share of romantic flings and one-night stands. Bullfrog knows his work is dangerous so he’s not ever afraid to shoot his shot. He wants to enjoy life as much as he can and he wants whatever partner he’s with to be as happy as possible as well and with his plethora of experience he is very good at keeping people happy.

F = Favorite position

He loves when you’re on top and pin him down with your hands and your body. But he also loves 69’ing so whatever creative position makes that magic happen he’d be over the moon for. Definitely wants to combine the two. You’re scared of smothering him? “A truly honorable way to go, but I am much too strong for that.”

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? More humorous?)

He loves to keep you happy and isn’t afraid to be silly. Anything embarrassing that happens turns into a shared laugh before jumping back into things. Any anxieties he jokes away with you. He can be serious too, but he sees the value in both. It’s sex, and his ego isn’t fragile, he’s not afraid to laugh. He loves having fun with you.

H = Hang-Ups (Stuff to Work through possibly) Replacing Hair

See the Collar Dream*. Bullfrog is very leveled out, but he’s not the best at focusing on himself. He loves to give, but you will have to remind him to be selfish sometimes and voice what he wants more.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? Romantic wise)

He is very intimate even when he’s silly. Being able to laugh and smile with you is a big part of it for him. But he also loves peppering your skin with kisses, tracing patterns into your skin, and if you’re down with eye contact he’s going to give you loads of soft heated looks up through his eyelashes. And the talk during? He’s either sweetly complimenting you or talking about your future together with such confidence you know no matter what Eden throws at you two you can handle it.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon)

He uses his bubbles to relive past times instead of watching porn. He can also suck himself off he’s that flexible.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He has so many. But a few top ones are he loves to be teased and denied. He also likes being rough with each other as long as it’s safe. His absolute favorite is knife play with his hidden blades. The fact that you would trust him so much when he’s so dangerous really gets him going. He doesn’t even need to cut you just having it laying against your neck while he’s in you is enough to make him lose his mind. He would love to cut off your clothes beforehand. He would let you choke him or step on his dick. But if you’re not a fan of rough stuff he doesn’t mind just being soft with you. He is top/bottom sub/dom whatever floats your boat. He loves giving you what you want. Having the power to bring you pleasure. Also wants to watch you masturbate or get dicked down. Not as a cuckold thing, he just wants to watch you in pleasure and doesn’t mind sharing.

L = Location (Where?)

Where do you want to do it? He can probably make it happen. If it’s a crowded room with no hiding spots it might be up in the rafters though. Hope you’re not scared of heights.

M = Motivation (What turns them on?)

Anytime you do something that’s super cute or just reminds him of why he loves you he’s already planning what to do to you when you two have a moment. He just won’t tell you. Unless you like being teased as much as he does. That’s the other part of it if you try to turn him on you’ve already succeeded. Even if you totally fell on your face, he would find it way too cute.

N = No (Hard and Soft boundaries)

Hard Boundaries: No big wounds and nothing dangerous or permanent. He likes things a little rough, but he’s not a maniac about it. He doesn’t like being outright cruel either. He’ll tease, but it never goes that deep emotionally. Soft Boundaries: He doesn’t like roleplaying as other people. He’ll roleplay different scenarios about how y’all first banged etc. all day, but he doesn’t want to ‘be someone else’. If he’s gotta be a pizza delivery guy it’s going to be him as a pizza guy not some dweeb named Paul.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Already stated in B, but his tongue is so big and soft. King of oral. Loves to go down on you and loves to receive. He really likes 69’ing because then the two of you can get lost in each other, but it’s a difficult pose to find with the size difference. Wants to see how much he can fit in you.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

After a high stress mission or long time apart absolutely fast and rough, but if he’s feeling romantic slow and sensual. Either way if you want something and voice it it’s yours. The pace is whatever you want.

Q = Quickie (How do they feel about it?)

Hand stuff and oral absolutely is a go whenever and wherever as long as you two aren’t in mortal danger. Full on penetration though? Nope. Not quickie material. Quickies in his mind are fast and free. Just giggling and touching each other without being super complicated.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

Absolutely. He’s confident bordering on cocky when it comes to his skill set. You want to fuck in a space you’re not supposed to? He can get y’all there and keep you hidden. You want to try a new kink? He’s probably had experience in it and if not he’s a quick learner. He risks his life all the time. Risk in sex is a cake walk.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go?)

More than you.

T = Toys (Do they own any toys?)

Absolutely. He has some for himself, and some to use with a partner. A good assassin isn’t afraid to take advantage of his tools.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He’s very teasing when it comes to his flirting, but pulls back when it comes to the bedroom until you prove you can take it.

V = Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

His breathes get heavy during, but if you’re doing your job, you could ring some sweet cries out of him. He’s not afraid to get vocal.

W = Wild card (Random Headcanon)

He knows how to pull. He’s not afraid to be cute and sexy and it is a deadly combo. That sensual look he can throw out just by lowering his eyelids? He knows what he’s doing. He’s making you laugh one minute then you look over to him. He’s on his side, head propped up on his fist so his arm pops, looking at you like that. “Would you like to see how flexible assassins have to be?” Yeah, you were screwed from the start.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He does have a cock I mean he’s a hybrid he’s bipedal and has eyebrows he’s not exactly 100% bullfrog. But he doesn’t have balls and it’s a reddish purple instead of pink or straight red. Smaller than the average I would say about 4 inches, but he’s really thick.

Y= Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Like I said before you being you turns him on. His drive is very high. But he also likes the anticipation so being ready more often than you and having to wait adds a little something extra for him.

Z = Zzz (How fast do they fall asleep?)

He loves pillow talk so most of the time he’s the last out. Unless it’s really cold outside and he’s snuggled against your warmth. He’s out like a light.

[emocxnteddie]

!-! Emo Love !-!

Couple/Ship; Johnnie Guilbert x Male!Reader[He/Him Pronouns]

Genre; Angst-ish & Fluff-ish.

WARNINGS; Swearing, Smoking, Alcohol, Talk of Violence, Secret relationship. {Let Me Know If More Is Needed}

Johnnie sat on the rooftop of a building in L.A, he was smoking a joint as he waited for his boyfriend to arrive. He had been seeing a guy for the past few months, but none knew of their relationship, it was for the best.

Soon the noises of jumping were heard and Johnnie saw his boyfriend holding a bag of items he'd brought. "Hey there, emo," M/N said with a grin and Johnnie chuckled.

Then Johnnie noticed the bruises on M/N along with a bloody nose. "Holy fuck, where did you get all those bruises from!?" Johnnie said in a worried tone, M/N just rolled his eyes and sat down next to the black-haired man.

"Some punks who tried to mess with me," M/N said in a calm tone as he took out two bottles of tequila. Johnnie sighed and handed M/N the joint which M/N gladly took. "Dumbfuck," Johnnie muttered and took a chug from one of the tequila bottles.

M/N took a puff from the joint and leaned his head against Johnnie's shoulder. "You're the one dating me so does that make you dumbfucker?" M/N joked and Johnnie laughed. "I suppose so."

Johnnie looked at the sun setting and took another chug from the tequila. As much as he wanted to tell everyone about his new found love, he also liked having a secret lover. "Something on your mind?" M/N asked and took a chug from his own tequila.

"Just that I find this moment pleasant," Johnnie said in a low tone as he kept taking chugs from the tequila bottle. He knew that this relationship wasn't ideal but it was still sweet in a way. They always had their meetups on the roof, smoking & drinking.

"Alright, whatever you say, emo." M/N hummed and watched the sunset. It was a beautiful sight, the sun going down and making an orange-red tint in the sky when it went down. It was certainly a sight to behold. The dark blue tone setting as the moon slowly rises along the sun setting.

"I wonder if we're lovers in a different universe, or maybe we're just fuck buddies in a different universe," M/N said with a chuckle and Johnnie nodded. "I'd like to think we are lovers in another universe though being fuck buddies doesn't seem so bad." Johnnie hummed and M/N laughed.

The two boys kept drinking, smoking and laughing. Admiring the way the L.A city looked during this time of day. It was beautiful. The tall buildings colorful lights and the various music from the clubs. It felt like a movie. Two lovers on a roof together.

"Thanks for being here for me, M/N." "Don't thank me, I love you, emo." "I love you too."

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Another Lie || CL16 {2}

Warnings: Angst, unhealthy relationship, drugs and alcohol WC: 2.7k

F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three

Below your feet shone the lights of the city you called home. The plethora of colours dancing on the horizon promised an unforgettable night, or one you wished you could remember. But you wouldn’t be joining them tonight.

The red glow of the cigarette burning in your fingers was the only light up here at the peak of Tête de Chien. In the daytime this track would be full of people but at midnight it had been abandoned to the moon and the stars.

The light crunch of gravel beneath feet alerted you to his approach and a soft sigh broke the silence at the lookout. “Busy?” 

“What are you doing here?” You flicked the ash off the cigarette before taking another drag, not even bothering to look his way. “Oh, and happy birthday, Charles.”

“It’s not like you to turn down an invitation to a party,” he commented as he took a seat on the stone wall beside you. “Can you put that out?”

“If you don’t like it you can just leave,” you offered, taking another puff before blowing a smoke ring at him. “And stop tracking my fucking phone.”

He plucked the cigarette from your fingers and stubbed it out. “What else am I going to do when you don’t answer my calls?”

“Accept that maybe I don’t want to talk to you?” You opened your handbag to grab another smoke but he was quicker and tossed the entire box off the ledge. “Asshole.”

“They’re bad for your health.”

You snorted and finally turned to face him, the lights of the city reflecting in his eyes. “That’s rich coming from you.”

The lights danced as he rolled his eyes but he didn’t deny the truth and he jutted his head to the track he walked through. “I didn’t see your car in the parking lot.” 

You smiled darkly and his eyes narrowed at the sight, knowing he wouldn’t like what came next. “I caught a ride with some guys, but don’t worry none of them were handsome Monégasques - so I was safe.”

“Like fuck you were. What the hell were you thinking?”

Your head fell back with a laugh. “You don’t want to know what goes through my head. Your mother called, again. When are you going to tell her? It’s been four months.”

Charles shrugged and leaned back on his elbows as he scanned the city he loved so much.

This peak would always hold a special place in your heart. It had been where he first asked you to be his girlfriend and it had been where he first told you he loved you. It was also where you had found him after his father died and that was when he had begun to change. You both had.

Even without him, this was where you ran to, when the high rises of the city seemed to smother you and you needed to be in reach of the heavens.

“I don’t want to disappoint her,” Charles finally admitted, his fingers busy fidgeting with the rings he wore. “We’re having a family dinner tomorrow, you should be there.”

“I’m not your family, I’m not even your girlfriend.”

“You’re my…” He fell silent as chewed his lip while trying to think of a word suitable and you waited to hear what he settled on. Would it be fuck buddy, first love or friend? “Everything.”

“That’s just another lie you tell yourself.” You reached over and pulled his collar away to see the purple marks on his neck before slapping it back in place. “If it were true, I wouldn’t see that shit.”

“She didn’t mean anything, I can’t even remember her name.” He straightened his collar and rolled his eyes before mumbling. “Wouldn’t have even happened if you had come to my party.”

An unpleasant sound growled in your throat as you jumped off the wall and started making your way back down the path. Anger fueled you as you stormed along the winding track in the dark, the moonlight barely enough to see your footings before Charles caught up using his phone as a torch.

“Slow down or you’re going to hurt yourself.”

“Good thing you’re here then,” you replied sarcastically before ignoring him and breaking into a run instead. Your laugh trickled back to him as you heard his insult but he was predictable as ever, quickly following in your footsteps. You couldn’t help teasing him when he caught up. “That hero complex is going to get you hurt.”

“No, that’s just you.”

The arrival at the carpark came faster than you expected and it wasn’t hard to spot his Pista looking lonely under the stars. He opened your door and you saw a garment bag on the seat, a pair of heels in the footwell. “You can get dressed on the way.”

“You went into my apartment.” It shouldn’t have surprised you when you regularly woke to the door being unlocked and his keys being tossed on your table because he couldn’t be bothered driving the extra ten minutes to his place. You had even changed the locks but somehow he had managed to get the key for that too. After that you had given up.

“Technically, it’s still in my name.”

You felt his eyes on your skin as you undressed but you refused to look his way. If you saw the desire they held you wouldn’t be able to resist reaching over and feeling just how much he wanted you. He was a bad habit you were trying to break.

Needing cool air to chase away the heat on your skin, you hit the button for the roof and watched it disappear from overhead. Charles smiled as you looked up at the stars and, knowing how much you loved to feel the car purr, put it in gear and tore out of the parking lot until you screamed with elation. You didn’t even feel the cold despite the short dress that barely covered your body and Charles shouted at you to get down when you rose to your feet, holding the windshield to feel the full force of the wind lashing your face.

“I’m flying, Jack,” you screamed as you opened your arms.

“Get the fuck down,” Charles growled as he grabbed your arm and tugged you roughly back into the seat. “Put your fucking seatbelt on too.”

You pouted as you buckled up and it silenced the warning beep. “I just wanted to know what freedom felt like.”

The exclusive night club was full of Charles’ friends but it was only his brothers who had even noticed his disappearance. They hadn’t even questioned him about it once they noticed you making a beeline to the bar.

“So he managed to track you down then,” Pierre commented as he saddled up beside you while waiting for his drink.

“You sound as happy about the news as me.” The regular bartender lined up four shot glasses and automatically filled them with tequila before you even had to ask. Almost immediately you slapped Pierre’s hand away when he reached for one. “Get your own, I need these more than you.”

The first shot burned your throat but the next three went down smoothly and Pierre shook his head as he watched on with a sigh. “I’ll try to talk to him again, but not tonight.“

You both turned to look for Charles and found him at the edge of the dance floor with his arm around a woman as she swayed her hips against him. Hurt stabbed your heart and anger burned your belly as Pierre gave you a look of pity before you turned away.

Waving a hand to get the bartender’s attention, you leaned over and cupped your hand around your lips to whisper. “You got anything stronger behind the bar tonight?”

He winked and shouted to his coworker that he was taking a quick break before nodding his head to the staff only door. If Pierre had an opinion he kept it to himself and instead took his drink back to where his girlfriend was dancing.

“Thought you were going clean,” he said as he pulled a small bag of powder from his bag.

You pulled some cash you had tucked in your bra before leaving your bag in Charles’ car and handed it over. “Things change.”

No one even noticed you weave your way through the club to the bathrooms and lock yourself in a stall. No one noticed how the strobe lights caught the tear that rolled down your cheek or how your fist that was wrapped around the bag trembled with rage.

You needed an escape and this was the only option you felt you had.

The white powder dusted the top of your hand as you sprinkled it in a line and you stared at it a moment before cursing Charles. You wanted to rid him from your thoughts but he was a worm burrowing his way deeper and the drug promised oblivion, if only for a while.

Your eyes watered as the powder shot up your nostril with a quick intake and you leaned back against the cold metal partition waiting for the coke to hit your system. All thought began to recede from your mind until what remained was just a body numb to emotion.

A lazy smile graced your face as you tucked the bag into your bra and left the bathroom to enjoy the high. The music now called to you and the lights came alive as you reached for them, your hands dancing above your head as your hips moved to the beat.

A pair of hands found their place on your waist and you didn’t have to open your eyes to know who they belonged to. You would recognise him anywhere, from the rings that adorned each hand you placed yours over to his cologne that envelope you to the way he breathed across your skin before his lips followed.

“I thought I was going to have to come find you again,” he spoke into your ear before kissing your neck. Your soft sigh was lost to the music but he seemed to sense it anyway and turned you in his arms.

There was no space left between your bodies as he held you close and your arms draped around his neck. “I hate that you can do that.”

“Liar,” he chuckled, the woody scent of whiskey on his breath. If was sober he would have noticed you were high the moment he looked you in the eyes. “You could’ve changed your password.”

“You’re right,” you murmured as you unlocked your phone. “It’s about time.”

“Woah,” he gasped as he swiped your phone out of your hand, his eyes widening when he saw the settings to Find My iPhone open. “Don’t do that, I was joking.”

“Well I’m not, it’s been four months since we broke up, Charles. It’s time for you to move on, I am.”

“No, you’re not,” he laughed as his hands travelled down to your ass, the alcohol making him more touchy than he usually would be in a public setting. “We have been over this, angel. You’re mine, and you’ll always be mine.”

“I saw you dancing with that girl, Charles. And you can call her yours, or any other woman, because you're done having me.” You squirmed in his embrace but you couldn’t break free of it. “Just let me go, please, Charles. I’m begging you.”

“I can’t!” He dropped his hands and instead gripped your shoulders tightly and you winced at his strength. “You’re the last good thing I have, you hear me? Dad’s gone, Jules is gone, my career is practically fucked at this point, but I still have you.”

You stared at his collar, knowing what lay hidden underneath it and the spite you had buried resurfaced before you could stop it. You weren’t even able to understand what he was confessing, you were blinded by anger. “Maybe it’s a good thing they’re gone, so they don’t have to see what an asshole you’ve become.”

The club seemed to fall silent as the blood in your head rushed past your ears and Charles’ hands slipped from your body to hang limp at his sides. Regret slapped you and you stumbled back as you covered your mouth, shaking your head. “I’m sorry,” you murmured but he couldn’t hear you over the music. “I’m sorry.”

He didn’t follow as you walked out of the club in a daze. Never, ever had you said such a terrible thing, not in all the fights and screaming matches on the worst of night.

Your high quickly became a low as you hit the fresh air out in the street and bent in half with a sob. Your stomach cramped with nausea and your entire body was wracked with shivers as your mind raced a million miles an hour, retracing every word you had spat at each other knowing nothing came close to hurting as much as what you just said.

Numb, that’s what you needed to be. Cold, unfeeling, carefree.

You pulled out the little bag but before you could open it it was slapped away, the powder blowing away on the breeze.

“No. You don’t get to escape,” Charles growled as he took your hand and started dragging you towards the car park. “You’re going sit and fucking listen.”

He trapped you between the car door and his body so the only option was to climb into the passenger seat before he shut it and walked around. You hated that even now with his unpredictable moods you still felt safe and trusted him to know he was in control as he started the engine.

“I know I’m an asshole, I know I’m controlling. But I need to know you’re safe. Because one day I’ll be back in the right state of mind to love you how you deserve.” He combed his fingers through his hair as a frustrated growl escaped his lips before he put the car in gear. “Don’t you see? That’s why I had to leave, I couldn’t be around you, I can’t be around you without making things worse. But I can’t live without you.”

He sighed as his knuckles turned white where he gripped the steering wheel tightly. “You were right and I’m sorry. This is not how my father raised me, but I’m going to change. I swear to you, this isn’t another lie.”

You swallowed down the lump in your throat and tried to settle the butterflies that exploded in your stomach. “How can I trust you again? You’ve already fucked some stranger tonight.”

“I didn’t fuck her, or anyone,” he said sincerely. “I’ll hook up with them and fool around, but the thought of anyone that isn’t you in my bed makes me sick.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” you asked as he pulled into your apartment garage and parked beside your car.

“No, I just thought maybe since I’m a year older I could try to be a little wiser and start telling you the truth.”

“The truth,” you echoed with a laugh. “Alright then, what was your birthday wish?”

“If I say it then it won’t be granted,” he said as the car idled and you nudged him to hurry up. “Fine…I wished I could come home…to you.”

Of all the things he could have said that wasn’t something you would have guessed. But it wasn’t what he said, it was how he said it. The reservation in his tone, the hesitancy. The fear. He was afraid, but you weren’t sure if it was because of the fear of rejection or humiliation that was behind it.

All you knew was that in that moment was that the version of the man sitting beside was the reason you had forgiven the one who was manipulative and controlling. This man beside you was a remnant of the man who held your heart.

You would give anything to have that man back.

You reached across the console and pressed the key button, the silence deafening as the roar of the engine cut out. He watched expectantly as you opened the car door and whispered, “Come home, Charles.”

Click here for the final part.

[honorary-knight-of-favonius]

Kinktober Cyno -Day Six-

Tags for the day: Shower sex and School Relationship (Tutor)

Summary: Having to harshly accept something the tan boy would never even think to question somehow lead to him and his girlfriend together in a steamy shower.

Cyno was not only a man adept in martial arts but in Ancient history, as a History major many wanted to have him as a study buddy or tutor but no one had ever succeeded in getting the Jackal interested in them. The boy would only talk to his girlfriend who -was by no means a history major-. However as the boy would constantly bring up mythology she would listen and make sure to pay attention to the boy’s every word. 

But in this situation with her friends asking why she was so keen on letting the boy talk about such boring topics seemed to not only upset the boy but the woman he loved. 

“Seriously Y/n, I really think you should’ve gone for Tighnari rather than this guy. I mean everyone knows you don’t like history.” The girl spoke, within seconds the iced coffee her loving boyfriend had bought for her was all over the girl’s nice white clothes.

“I don’t give two shits about you shit talking to me but the moment you try to degrade Cyno because he likes History and discussing mythological stories I will not sit still! You are so fucking lucky that shit wasn’t red wine I’m telling you now if I had it I would’ve poured that shit all over you.” I spat, I got up from the booth and yanked the aspiring historian’s hand dragging him away from the cafe we were in but the moment I was closing the distance between us and my car he stopped our walking and I looked back to him confused. 

“Cyno? Is everything alright?” I ask

“W-was she telling the truth. . . Do you really not like my myth rants?” I sighed and faced him completely. 

“Cyno. . .I-I’ve never been someone who likes history. I understand the importance of it but I’ve never exactly liked it. Even though I don’t like history, you talk about it so passionately and you actually make it somewhat interesting, besides I know you hate all my law rants-” He cut me off. 

“W-who said I hate listening to you talk about law? I-I like it. . .a lot, I like watching all those criminal and law shows with you. I-I can connect history with some laws, I-I thought you liked my rants.” The boy looked down and I stomped one of my feet and cupped his face. 

“This is exactly the reason I didn’t tell you I wasn’t a huge fan of history! Just because I don’t enjoy it doesn’t mean I want you to hide such a vital part of you! I don’t want you to change for me because I dislike history, besides even if I’m not a huge fan your tangents are rather enjoyable.” I mumbled before I walked back to my car hoping he’d follow because he stated he needed time alone so I gave it to him. 

I had gotten home and for hours on end I worried about him but had to stop as it was getting late and stepped into the shower. While the warm water ran down my body I was distubed by arms around me. I jumped and looked back to see Cyno. He was resting his head on my shoulder and he slowly swayed us.

“I’m sorry for always talking about-” I swiftly turned around and covered his mouth. 

“I love your rants, I love how you perk up when talking about it or how your eyes shine while retelling me the story of Anubis. Cyno I may not like history but I am over the moon for you, I don’t care how many times you want to rewatch the Night in the museum movies, or how many times I have to listen to traditional music. I don’t mind it because I love you!” I said, Cyno smiled and snuggled into my neck kissing it, which turned to licks, and bites. 

I put my back to the wall and made the tan male look at me, “You have my permission, my Jackal.” He smiled and latched his lips while his fingers worked some magic. Cyno hummed, grinding against me until he was tired of using his fingers. He slowly slid deep into my body making me dig my nails into his shoulders. 

“M-mommy~” cyno whispered in a shaky voice. I was going to respond but was picked up by my thighs and forced into the wall as Cyno thrusted into me. I don’t think either of us realized how cold the water got as we focused on one another. I was so aware of where Cyno’s hands were and what he was doing. God it felt heavenly to feel him inside as I finally let the knot unravel. Of course Cyno didn’t stop and thank god he didn’t I wasn’t ready to feel empty again. I was pulling Cyno in closer by his neck, having our lips caress each other as the twitching of his cock insured and Cyno swiftly pulled out, staining both of our stomachs with his cum. I hugged Cyno yawning in his arms while I snuggled into his neck. 

“Tired mommy?” Cyno asked, I nodded and the boy laughed, helping me down and washing my body before he cleaned himself off and got us dry and carried me to the bed. 

“I-I repay the favor in the morning.” I mumbled snuggling into the man’s warm body. 

“Until then mommy.” 

Taglist:

@stygianoir @yunadxd

[go-on-eat-shrooms]

House Blackwood vs House Martell Part II

Part 3

A man shouted from atop to open the gates. You heard the grunts of serval men

putting all their strength to open the wooden gates.

With your sisters and father unstriding their horses and you just jumping down it like a hawk.

Looking around, you found yourself astounded by the difference in architecture. The unfamiliar ambience even the smell was foreign to you.

"Holly cunt, how odd" you exclaimed.

Before you could babble more, you were greeted with an unfamiliar life full of positive vibes.

"Oberyon! What an absolute surprise when I heard you sent a letter by ship to inform me you wanted to visit me. It's been such a long time dear friend! And you brought all 4 of your daughters. How wonderful!"  Said Samwell Blackwood.

"Yes, my youngest daughter was very enamored with tales of your land. So I caved in when she kept pleading me to take her here. She seemed to really like the stories she heard of your riverlands."

Sister 1: saying lowly " and maybe your nut job son that might kill squirrels and eat them raw"

Sister 2: "Y/N has been very excited to meet your son Benijcot actually. Where around your house might he be?"

Sister 3: "well I believe if you don't mind my lord since it's such a big voyage if we could have some nurishments?"

You look bewildered at the stabbing words your sisters vomited out. How could they want her to meet a secret mad boy that turns into a maniac in the slight presents of even the sharpest objects around. And the squirrel comment might be true the fuck!

"At least he could cook it first" you said looking mortified to the side. "I mean how fast can he be to catch a squirrel. What if he ate his fellow squirrel homies too?" You were over thinking the squirrel comment.

So when Sister 3 spoke you felt relieved. She wasn't doing it for you tho. The bitch was just hungry and greedy. But for the first few times in years she was glad her sister was a selfish assface.

"I apologize for my daughters comments. I raised them like men mostly so I believe it's on me they say the things they do."

Oberyn stated.

"No problem, raising 4 daughters must of given you many headaches and torture. I must say raising boys is much easier. I imagine when they bleed every moon of the month, they turn into the most ravenous of wolves." Stated Lord Blackwood.

"But please come into my dining hall. Your daughter is correct; you must be tired and Ship lagged." Said Lord Blackwood.

As all 5 of you were guided to the table you took in the walls that surrounded you. Your head filled with the rabid squirrel catcher Benjicot.

But, through out your meal with Lord Blackwood; you seemed to see others besides your family.  But no one resembling a young boy. Mostly beared bloated men.  You felt a bit disappointed. So much talk over a no show. Did he think he was better than his guests?

Sister 2: " Lord Black, I'm sorry for the interruption. But where might your son be? We have not seen him all night."

Sister 3: "May your son be handsome? We find our youngest sister Y/N needs a buddy to study her combat skills with. She herself is interested in fighting like a wilding."

You swear these whores don't give it a rest. But even then it made you seem even more interested.

"OH my boy benji, he is not feeling so well. He usually goes out to the moonlit meadows of our land to train. I always tell him to be aware of wondering Brackens as well. Those craven cunts have been starting shit with us for centuries" Says Lord Blackwood.

After more talk of the hatred between the Blackwoods and Bracken beef. You finally get to retire to your own chamber. Seemly all 3 of your sisters and father go and take their leave as well to rest.

"Fuck it! I'm going to find him." You tell yourself after 10 mins.

Lord Blackwood said in the moonlit meadows. But there were so many. You made your way through unknown corridors until you reached the outside. Walking just a few more paces you heard grunting and a sword gritting against metal.

As you approached slowly, your boots crunched on some stones. Immediately, you were met with a sword to your throat.

[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

Sorry it’s cause I’m new and a nervous wreck (hope I didn’t upset you sorry if I did) if you don’t charge money to write these please write the companions react to a werewolf sole survivor thank you and have a good day :)

(Part 1!)

Cait:

•as much as I’d like to say she’d think it’s cool..she so wouldn’t. See how she feels about synths? Ghouls I’m not so sure but she generally doesn’t like things that are potentially dangerous beyond the normal wasteland extent I suppose.

•Probably takes a rougher toll on your relationship with her. She would be- at the very core- afraid of you.

•Maybe if you prove your control over the beast, she may, just may calm down. However she will probably forever be on guard when the moon turns full.

Curie:

•jumping right into it? This is where a peculiar dark side of Curie comes out.

•Being a scientist, curious, at heart- Curie would be skeptical of your lycanthropy but once you prove it? We’ll get ready for betrayal.

•Figuring it would be for the best, she’d probably figure out a way to tranquilizer you in the wolf state to run interesting tests. After all (y/n), your healing rate and morphological advancements could prove detrimental in creating a new, wonderful medicine of some thing of the sort.

Danse:

•Oh boy…

•I hope you are really close- like best friends, fuck buddies, or romanced all the way because if not? He’s putting a laser through your head no questions asked. A monster is a monster and you are a MONSTER.

•However given that the two of you are close, it’ll hurt him worse to kill you. He’ll hesitate, gun cocked and the thought of innocent people being torn apart by you, but he just can’t do it. Just show him that you have control- something.

•Once he reassures that you are in control and more than a beast, he’ll put down his gun and sigh. He can’t lose another person close to him, not like this. He’s suspicious of you and very angry, but he’ll come around..may even start being quite protective over you.

Deacon:

•Not even realizing..or really fully grasping just how bad this could be, all deacon can think about is how he is going to tell the others back in HQ and them not think he is absolutely full of shit this time. Hell- he thinks he may be a bit cuckoo, no way this is real.

•Once he comes to terms, he is out of there. He’s one of the few that can and WILL act like this never happened. He doesn’t want to talk about it, deny he has ever seen it, and most certainly will never say he knows.

•Just leave him alone with your furry self, he doesn’t want to be involved. Catch him on the next turn of the moon, bud.

[justalittlebluetiefling]

What are your hopes for the animation of the mighty nein

Listen, I am sorry for what this answer has become.

If you mean what am I looking forward to in general? Fjord, hot. Jester, amazing. Essek, also hot. Veth, agent of chaos. Early Fjorester flirting that Fjord doesn't understand is flirting. Early Beauyasha that is just Beau being thirsty af. Dunamancy ANIMATED. Polymorph shenanigans. ORLY. Pirates. Jellyfish talk. Fjord kissing Jester on the cheek and her malfunctioning (which they would HAVE to leave in, I mean COME ON). Yasha slowly falling for Beau. Beau slowly falling for Yasha. Fjord slowly falling for Jester. Jester's feelings for Fjord evolving into something real and beautiful. Veth pining for Caleb, but being so happy to see her husband and son again. THE RUBY OF THE SEA. Jester's reaction to the Gentleman when they first meet him because Laura was sick during that episode and we didn't get it in campaign. Fjord giving up his powers. The confrontation between Caleb, Fjord, and Nott at the High Richter's house.

LISTEN I COULD GO ON I WANT IT ALL.

If you mean season one, here is what I hope happens in the season. And I would like to say that this is me shooting for the moon, not necessarily what will realistically happen.

I would like an episode of intros. Show me the groups arriving and setting up and then meeting at the inn in Trostenwald and going to the carnival together and the whole fucking carnival show. That's my ideal episode 1.

Then, we get the carnival fight and everyone getting arrested

An episode for the investigation and finding the island

An episode for fighting Kylre and clearing their names and Beau seeing Cobalt Soul people

Travel hijinks aka just them arriving in Alfield and jumping in to help, then going into the mines and SHAKASTE (two episodes here)

More travel hijinks because if you think they'll skip the syphillis bandits something is wrong with you. But also Zadash arrival and running into Yasha again.

We've got to see the Crownsguard job and rescue the guy to get the Gentleman hint.

Also, meeting the Knights of Requital and going to do that job.

Then they have to break into the houses and the finale ideally for me would be them blowing up the High Richter's house, them running away, and then seeing the tower explode. And that would be where the season would cut.

Honestly, I don't think they need to condense much. I like the idea of seeing the growing pains here and watching them figure out how to interact with each other as a group and some awkwardness.

NOW. Do you mean WHAT DO I WANT FROM THE WHOLE THING?! I want eight seasons. I have a summary.

Season two:

Getting the beacon

Meet the Gentleman and accept the jobs

The Labenda Swamp stuff/Kiri/Hupperdook

First Lorenzo fight/Molly death

Rescuing the friends

Finale would be Molly's funeral and Yasha leaving again

Season three:

Finish up the Zadash contracts and totally cut out the two weeks of downtime, just head straight to Nicodranas

Meet up with Yasha again, Nicodranas adventures, stealing a boat.

Pirate adventures all season. Avantikaaaaaaa.

I want the Happy Fun Ball to be included please.

Finale is the second Uk'otoa temple

Season four:

Back on land, head to Felderwin

Xhorhas (essek essek essek essek)

Asarius and the rifts, then giving up the beacon early/mid-season

Fjord/Uk'otoa power struggles

BAZZOXAN

Finale is Yasha getting stolen by Obann

Season five:

Fjord giving up his powers!

Reani!

Fjord and the Wildmother become buddies

Rescue Yussa from the Happy Fun Ball

The Permaheart!

Tbh the Happy Fun Ball could be half of this season and I wouldn't complain.

Then getting Yasha back and killing Obann!

Season six:

Rexxentrum to start the ball rolling on peace talks

Xhorhas to talk about the peace talks

Isharnai

White Dawn Lagoon

Essek reveal

Uk'otoa attack

Finally the finale is the actual peace talks and continuing on or arriving at Rumblecusp

Season seven:

I would also be cool with s6 finale being the Uk'otoa attack on the even of the peace talks and s7 starting with the peace talks

Travelercon!

Vokodo! Vilya!

Rexxentrum dinner!

Vess Derogna/Eiselcross

Finale would be death of Vess Derogna

Season eight:

Aeor exploration

Palling around with the Tomb Takers

Essek is a safe place.

Family goodbyes

Back to Aeor

Cognouza

Epilogue

I'm not saying this is what is GOING to happen, but this is how I would like to see events distributed, because of narrative beats and stuff.

[the-fluff-piece]

Hi! I've been following you for a while and I love your vibe! So.. I had a request that I'm not sure if you'd accept but... Can you write something with prompet 5 law but like, a brother sister thing? Like as if the reader is like law's sister and loves him so much but like chill about it. Either way love your blog!

I talked to the requesting person about details and turns out it should a brother instead of a sister, so don't be confused why reader is male! Also, I want everyone to be fucking proud of me I didn't give reader the name order so that they call themselves law and order, it was hard but I managed to keep it down

This is part of the now closed Follower milestone event

Here's

The mystery of the wailing in whale wood

(Say that ten times really fast, I dare you)

Law and his crew live un whale Wood for a short while before moving on. Everything is fine and he is healing, but at night, the crew and the minks hear a terrible, spooky wailing - is it the white banshee of Zhou???

Brother detective duo shenanigans with a heartwarming ending about friendship (now play the scooby doo music in your head)

Sleep. Law loved sleeping. After the stressful and draining time on the sunny, he felt comfortable to be back with the people he had known for years. He lay in his bunk and stared holes into the bottom of the bed above him - y/n had been always been his bunk buddy, it was a comforting routine. Now sleep. Quiet, relaxing slee-

"Captain, the banshee is back!" Penguin barged in.

Sigh.

Law rose once again to deal with this nuisance.

"Y/n! Get up, we are going to solve this problem!" Law said as he knocked on the upper bunk bed to wake his brother.

You

Law had gotten it in his head to investigate the wailing banshee. It was annoying and no one has been hurt, yet, but Law just was like that. Even if he didn't want to admit it, he had a good heart.

You got up from your comfy bed and jumped down, slipping into your coat as Law got into his. Penguin was a bit shivering, he has always been very afraid of the concept of ghosts and monsters, what a pirate! Good thing you were there to support your captain. Together, you started towards the area where the supposed ghost had been heard.

On the way deeper into the woods, Law felt compelled to recite the facts once more while nervously tipping against the hilt of his sword: "So it started around the time you guys got here" - "correct!" You answer - "and it happened almost every night except the full moon?" - "exactly" - "and the locals tell us that it's an old legend that the ghost of a mink haunts these woods?" - "pretty much, harbinger of doom, announcing bad things to come. After what they have been through not good for morale" you concluded Law's thought. "We should do something, quick" He answered and the both of you made your way to into the woods once again.

"We both know this is not supernatural, right?" Law asked, once again. He tended to use you as a sparring partner for his thoughts, bombarding you with his musings over and over.

"Right" you answered. "There must be tracks, and we are going to find them. Eventually."

You and Law put your heads together. His grumpy eyes stare into yours as you inform each other in short words about the plan - it's always the same plan, night after night.

"We spread out and try to find a clue, we keep in touch with portable den-den mushi. As soon as any of us finds it" Law said, "- we give the signal." You ended. Law nodded. He moved much faster than you and could teleport himself all over the place thanks to his powers, but he was pretty useless in finding small clues and tracking, so it was on you to find the next lead and you both knew it.

Without a further word you two spread out to the sound of distant howling. The wailing "ghost" had a high pitched voice, that was surprisingly loud and carried almost through the whole woods. It sounded like it was lamenting something, but you couldn't make out words. You had already searched in different areas - sooner or later you would find something that would.lead to the true culprit.

You moved slowly, searching for clues on the forest floor. The daily flood the elephant caused didn't make your job much easier, you could only find fresh tracks. As you combed the forest floor, the blue flickering of Law's power reassured you of his presence nearby.

As you crouch led along the soft earth, something white catched your eye - a small tuft of white hair hanging on a tree. The ghost was described as white, finally! You examined the hair - no, fur? white and pretty short, it reminded you of a certain someone. As your eyes searched the forest floor, you began to consider a new possibility.

A scream ripped you out of your thoughts. Law!

You run towards your brother who was staring in horror - at a beetle. You knew that he didn't like nature, but it still baffled you how a man with so much power and resolve was scared of small insects.

"The beetle won't hurt you" You informed him while carefully taking the hand-sized animal out of his sight, setting it down beneath a thick Bush.

Law swallowed audibly and sayd "I know" while blushing in shame. If you weren't in an investigation, you would tease him a bit more. Later.

For now, you were leaving it at that and picked up your last trail, waving for Law to follow you. Just as you thought, big prints could be seen on the ground. This would become interesting.

"I found something, look!" You pointed to the trail. Law nodded, still flustered. He didn't see shit but didn't want to admit it.

Together, you silently moved through the dark forest, slowly approaching the ungodly sounds coming from the darkness, until finally, you could make out words the high pitched voice was screeching: "you can see the new genesis beyond the world..."

"What does it mean?" Law asked seriously as you crept closer to not alert the ghost.

"I think I know..." You told him.

A white figure shined in the moonlight. It was big and round and seemed to be dancing.

You heard it's distressing voice, like nails on a board: "Let's go! New wooorld!" It howled.

Dumbfounded and absolutely unable to process what you two were seeing, you just stood there.

Bepo was dancing in a small clearing in the woods, wearing his pink Uta merchandise shirt, holding a twig in his paw like a microfine and sung, as you now realised. Or rather, tried to sing. Hypnotized, both of you watched his fluffy behind dance around as he shook his rear to the beat.

"The new genesis is this fut-" He froze. In slow motion, his head turned towards his new audience and reveales a pink blush across his face and that he adorned his fur with glitter.

"Ahhhhhyaaaahhhhhhyyyyyyy!" He screamed so loud and highly pitched that your ears threaten to shut down.

"Nooooo it was supposed to be a surprise!" He laments as he unsuccessfully tried to cover up the scene and keep secret whatever was happening.

After all hearts had recovered from the mutual shock, the three of you sat down on the soft forest floor and tried to make sense of this.

Law was already blushing and working hard to keep it together in the face of Bepos cuteness, but his voice was strong as he asked: "Bepo, why are haunting the woods at night?"

"I never meant to scare people! I swear! I never even heard of the story! I just went with it because I needed my privacy to...to..."

"TO?" You and Law asked in unison.

"To practice singing so I could sing for Law now that he is back!" The confession broke out of the white polar bear as he nervously fumbled with his paws.

"Sing...for Law?" You ask as you and your brother looked at each other, puzzled.

"Since he has been so strong fighting a warlord of the sea and all...and now everything here is in ruins...and I thought..." He seemed to realise that his idea didn't make sense to anyone outside of his head and his face turned sad.

You knew your brother, he was fond of his friends and supported them whenever he could. As you looked over, you already saw a soft smile spread across his face.

"I really liked your singing at night" Law stated grumpily and looked away.

"Please continue!" He said.

You knew that he was really touched by his friends idea, even though he was not so much into Uta's songs as the bear. It counted that his friend wanted to make him feel appreciated. You loved your brother very much, and it was awesome to see him form strong and deep connections, even after all you had lost and had to endure.

With a beaming, round bearface, Bepo got into position and coughed. While tapping his foot for rhythm, he started singing in a loud, high voice one of Uta's popular songs. He was no singer by any means, but you could hear his passion in every note. Plus, this waa one of the rare occasions that makes your brother smile, so it was worth it to sit there through the whole night, listening to Bepo's performance together.

When it got late and Bepo's voice sore, you decided to go back to catch some sleep.

"Just tell no one it was me, OK?" Bepo asked of you two before returning.

"I didn't want to scare them..."He looked guilty.

"I will tell them the truth." Law says to a shocked Bepo. "That something absolutely unbelievable and magical happened here tonight" He sayd he waves at you to walk at his side back to camp.

[staceymcgillicuddy]

Day 12: Miracle

(plus bells, and Christmas movies, because they fit in the story and I missed a couple days!)

@hellcheerxmas

“Fuck off, Zuzu,” Eddie mutters to the television. On screen, Zuzu and Jimmy Stewart are talking about angels getting wings, and in the trailer, Wayne’s asleep on his chair, and in his heart, Eddie’s really, really, really over the Christmas thing. It’s just a day like any other, and the only half-decent part about it is that Wayne’s off work, and he’s off school, and they got to split a six-pack together.

Whatever. That Ebenezer Scrooge guy had it right. Miracles were for assholes and chumps like George Bailey. And what was so great about George Bailey, really? He lassoed the fucking moon for his girl and ended up stuck in his dumb hometown full of jerks and deadbeats. And while he knows the whole thing about the angel and the what-ifs and how people would miss George if he was gone, personally, Eddie doesn’t think his absence would affect anyone in Hawkins. 

Probably they’d rend their garments over Jason Carver, though. They’d have fifteen memorials, dedicate a statue to him, and name a street after him. Plus, Chrissy would cry at his funeral. Or… well, in this scenario, he wouldn’t have a funeral. He just wouldn’t be there. That would be a bonus for Eddie, though, because then Chrissy wouldn’t be dating that dickwad. 

But Jason’s not actually George Bailey, and Chrissy’s not Mary Bailey, and Eddie’s… Eddie’s not going to jump off a bridge or anything, but he’s not obligated to enjoy another stupid Christmas, either. 

Headlights swing across the front window—probably someone visiting a grandparent or something—and Wayne snuffles in his sleep. Eddie sighs and stands to switch off the TV and cover his uncle with a blanket before heading to his room to roll a joint. 

The knock comes as he sparks up, and he coughs, waving away the smoke with a frown. It’s more than likely Mrs. Barkley, a widow with the hots for Wayne, who came over earlier with a casserole and Christmas wishes. And, sure, Eddie ate the casserole, but Jesus, lady, take a hint.

Scowling, he stomps his way through the trailer and flings open the door. 

Chrissy Cunningham is standing, startled, on his front stoop, and she takes a step back when she sees his face.

Eddie immediately schools his features. “Hey, Cunningham,” he says, like she’s just some chick he sells pot to and that it’s not weird for her to be here on Christmas. 

“Hi.” She shoves her hands into the pocket of her puffy white coat, and he thinks what is it you want, Chrissy? You want the moon? Just say the word, and I’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down but what he actually says is, “you need something, because—” 

“I broke up with Jason.” 

Eddie stops short. Curls his fingers around the edge of the weathered doorframe as his heart skips two beats. “Uh. Oh. Sorry.” 

“I’m not.” She moves closer. Her mascara’s a little smudged as if she’s been rubbing her eyes. “I like you, Eddie, and I thought maybe you’d, um, you’d want to go out sometime?” 

Yes!!! his brain screams, but before his mouth can catch up, Wayne’s hollering, “god damn, Eds, I’m freezing my balls off in here,” and Eddie would really appreciate the earth opening up and swallowing him whole. 

Chrissy giggles, though. Raises a brow and gestures indoors. “Sorry, Mr. Munson,” she calls, like she and Wayne are old buddies, even though they’ve only met once, when Wayne’d come home early during a deal. Not Eddie’s finest moment, but Chrissy had covered well. “Eddie was just inviting me inside.” 

Eddie was? Oh, right! Eddie was. He steps to the side. Ushers her in. Watches her unwind her pink scarf and say hello to his uncle, and then, suddenly, they’re sitting on the couch in time for Miracle on 34th Street, where her hand finds his beneath the blanket. 

“So,” she whispers after a couple of minutes. “First date?” 

He squeezes her fingers and nods. 

And, like, he doesn’t hear a bell, but he’s pretty sure some angel just got their fucking wings. 

[gorematchala]

I'm basically finished with the Teal Mask, I fought the last boss as far as I know. I need to go talk to Carmine again to see what Kieran's problem is but I kinda have final thoughts already. I love what SV have done with boss fights. In teal mask they dont even bother explaining why the loyal three are bigger or stronger, and thats great cuz I dont care, those were like real boss fights from a real RPG. The Ogerpon fight where you have an endurance run against all 4 terra forms was awesome. I really loved it. The fucking Ursaluna fight with the PLA music was so godlike. But besides the new Pokémon, the new moves for the new and returning mons, and those boss fights, the rest of it was kinda like, I was just playing it to see that other stuff

The new region is cool and well constructed. There's a hidden cave I didn't know about till I fought Fezandipity that was really deep and interesting. But the problem from the main game bleeds over, which is that Miraidon/Koraidon controls like shit. When youre driving Wyrdeer in PLA basically nothing halts your momentum. You can jump and make turns and switch to Braviary and you just keep moving. And Braviary launches you up quite a bit so you dont always have to climb everywhere. Miraidon comes to a complete stop for like two full seconds if you fall from too high, its flight isn't very smooth, if you stop flying to drop faster you cant start flying again, theres no dive button during flight and theres no way to ascend, bumping into anything while moving has a bonk animation that lasts forever. Its literally the problem that every open world game except MGSV has which is that you have this massive open area with some stuff to do in it kinda, but traversing the map sucks dick. Monster Hunter Rise and PLA got away with this by having smaller maps and better shovment. MGSV got away with it by having D-Buddy/Gear Walker. SV have you wading through the muck of the games framerate and input lag on a bike that drives bad and its so frustrating because there is good stuff in there

The dialogue was also surprisingly weak this time around too even for Pokémon. It was just kinda more boring than anything but there's no mystery to it so you're just kinda like yeah yeah lets get on with it. In Shield I genuinely didn't know what was up with Eternatus so even if the writing wasn't anything special I was at least engaged. But thats why now I'm at the go talk to Carmine part and I'm just like, I got Sinistcha, I got Blood Moon, I got Ogerpon, thats basically all I was here for. And I need to catch the Loyalty Trio mostly for my home dex. Also all of you freaks who hated Hau and Hop need to apologize to them after Kieran's behavior

I just hope I feel more into it when indigo disk comes out because I love Archaludon a lot and I want to enjoy using it in game for a while. I keep forgetting Dipplin exists I need to catch him too. I sure hope they dont try to make the next gen games look like "Nintendo hire this man" again!!!!!!! I knew this style of game was gonna be a bad idea years ago, thats why I shit on PLA before it came out!!!!!!!!!! I hate you Breath of the Wild!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[lifelessfan]

#fuck cannon, payday get a different Hoxton replacement because Derek was out there getting bitches-

Houston(Derek) x reader

Relaxing in my room, I rest my legs on my chairs armrest. Head loled back and phone in hand.

Spamming a text on these phones was always a pain but...maybe it was who I was texting that always gave me sweet relief when I had finished...

We had met some time ago, I had been desperate and stuck around houses I knew were rich and didn't have many people inside at any given time, he was passing by. And by sheer accident...we met.

He had said I was doin it wrong, and took me under his wing...but now...after some months, it's more than just buddies, or at least that's what I felt.

-*hey princess, you free tonight?*

A smile pulled my lips and I happily responded, legs starting to cramp as I held them in a chokehold with no air forcing me to move slightly, but eyes staying glued to the screen.

-*yes, mothers out and father is in bed*

-*well, how about we go out. I have been having rough days in class*

-*same, see you in the usual?*

-*wouldn't have it anywhere else*

Jumping up, I pack a small bag with some essentials.

It had been a Friday, school ended a couple hours ago and I had been home doing small chores and filling in for my parents as they went on with their lives.

3 days, had it all to myself.

They never cared where I went, as long as school was giving them the thumbs up, I was free to go and do whatever I wanted.

I had thought about telling my parents about my shenanigans but...they were still my parents so I usually held back. I didn't want them mad at me of course and not like telling them my trips would help.

Now with a small bag around my shoulders, I run downstairs, past my parents' room only occupied by one person and take my keys, soon running out into the barely lowering afternoon.

Blue becomes orange, yellow and dark purple, darker colours becoming more prominent more as the seconds tick by.

Holding onto my bag, I run down the road. Past some other people and over the fences I couldn't be asked to pass normally. Soon getting into a restricted part of a park and finding the tree we both had claimed, I slowed a bit and now meandered through the grass.

-ay, y/n

Looking around, in the same place as the last...forever, I see him seated in the branches of the tree, the posture almost natural for him.

In a hoodie Similar to my own, ripped jeans and a bag of his own filled with the more interesting stuff, he smirks my direction as I smile widely and run up into the tree, soon landing myself a branch off and hugging his hip in an uncomfortable but also still soft position.

-hey Derek.

-how was school, princes?

-normal. Why did you text me? had some plans?

His smirk had dropped slightly, replaced with something resembling fear but also a hint of determination.

I was ready to comfort him the second the face morphed into anything other than the oh-so-lovable smile, I couldn't bear to see him even lower and I had promised myself to never let him slip again.

However, he speaks before I can even comprehend a thought, now a semi-confident smile to force me to listen

-yes...I had plans, I want you to join. Your free all weekend?

-of course, parents don't care and all

-...let's go. I want to get to the spot before sundown.

I wriggle my way off him. Soon dropping and waiting for Derek to also jump down, I watch as he gracefully lands, soon motioning me to come and like an obedient puppy, I follow. Curious about where he would be taking me

We both walk and talk, everything natural as we fill one another in on the time we had missed in classes.

His fights and my daring nicking, everything that had happened during the week. the sun lowered more and more until only the dark sky with stars shine above us the moon only barely saying hello. neither of us was remotely tired, still talking as we seemed to get further from the main streets and into more depopulated places.

Even if it had been an almost uphill battle, we had found many places to bounce around. It had been so fun to finally meet him again after a week and those 3 days always sparked me with some light

-I know a place, they got clean walls, wanna colour?

-definitely

As Derek hops ahead, I follow close behind with eager steps. Soon enough  we come across a building, it looks like an office of some kind, with more than one level and with lights still on

-don't think this is still inhabited?

-trust me, it looks like that only because others won't bat an eye

A smile creeps on his lips as he takes out some improvised picking tools, soon kneeling down and expertly working away at the locks...It was almost mesmerising.

Eventually hearing the almost delicious click of the door unlocking, he lets me inside first, a faint "ladies first". In the end, I still stop to wait for him, letting him overtake me to lead me further up into the building that doesn't look too bad.

-are you sure?

As soon as he opens the door to the staircase, I can almost smell the fresh paint on the walls. The entire place had been bombed, from intricate art all the way to simple tags. And it all went almost to the ceiling, some hovering on the cusp of wall and second floor.

A breathless "wow" drops from my lips as he almost offers his hand, soon taking the first steps up while I am almost getting dragged behind him.

Every wall, everywhere I looked, there had been some evidence of paint, the colours almost ever-changing like a psychedelic high, with some pieces being entire terrains, it was almost mesmerising to look at.

On the topmost floors, the colours seemed to have faded, only occasional works littered; when they did, they rarely overlapped for common courtesy.

And as promised, a bit higher up, he finally tenderly lets go to show me the wall.

An almost blinding white in the fairly illuminated room and it was begging for some sort of interaction, one which Derek and I had been happy to provide.

I didn't bring my own sprays, I didn't have anywhere to put them, but Derek managed to stack up and with selective colours, had mastered the art of perception.

-so, wanna hit it?

-hell yea

Dropping his bag, he takes out a couple of cans, a wide selection on the colour wheel even if it was only 5.

And the next couple minutes are filled with noise, sights and smells almost circle around me as I work on a small corner, making something relatively uninteresting and...incomprehensible. Laughs fills the air and his smooth motions from within my peripherals make me almost embarrassed as he swings wide taking up more space than even I would be scared to touch.

Eventually, he takes a step back and deciding for a sneak peek, I look at a wall covered. Colours swirling together and masterfully tangled in one another to create a beautiful piece

-what do you think?

With a sheepish smile and a step back, he looks in my direction for an answer, I can't really say much but internally I had been fanning myself into a million.

-it's amazing, you take art?

-we talked about this, no...shut up

He comically pushes me away but I end up coming closer, a sudden urge to hug him.

-y/n-

-you must take some sort of lessons, maybe you go in your sleep?-

-Princess, calm down

Eventually giving in, he lets go fighting against me and I crash into his chest, hugging him close and we both expertly stay up as we balance one another out.

-and what did you make princess?

-nothing yet, still fiddling with something small

-you need to start making something bigger, gives you more space to work with

-I don't want to, don't trust myself

Even while pressed against him in a relatively uncomfortable position, I can still feel him looking down at me, a mixed expression as he tries to justify his view even if I had heard these sentences more than once.

-it won't be any good princes, you got to work big and if you start small it will be harder for it to become bigger

After a second I let out a huff, letting go and looking around at the couple of people who had desired to wander so far upstairs

Maybe he was right, not many pieces both tags and throwups were small, each was almost black board sized writing.

-common, try it.

In his hand, he holds a black, offering it to me and after a bit of hesitation, I end up taking it. Letting the new cold container fill my hand as he moves me closer to an empty part of the wall.

It was a painful moment. Trying to push myself to finally give in and work on the art I had thrown around my room for so long. It was slow, Derek showing me all the small nuances on how to make it look...decent, tips and tricks others use, things he learnt himself over the time he had. his hand always seeming to hover above my own as he helped me make the smoothest lines possible

In the end, it's not...perfect, but he praised me anyway, whispered sweet words as the night pressed up on the window, the party downstairs starting full swing and leaving the streets open to new people.

-I think we should go. There is another place I want to take you.

-ok, let's go.

In no major rush, we pack everything back up, sliding the last can in with the others in his bag as we both head back down.

This time more confident with the layout, I end up bolting down, laughing as Derek follows hot on my tail, our laughter echoing and probably scaring more people than not.

As we both leave and back into the streets, I take a glance up at the building, admiration in my eyes and soon Derek joins, standing by my side and hugging me.

- common, I am sure the next train will be hitting the stop soon.

A gasp is ripped from my lungs and I look with wide eyes and a smile. One of my most perfected talents, while I had been with Derek, had been train surfing, and it was one of my favourites.

We had gotten trips far and wide, summers filled with barely days home and sleeping in comfortable beds, instead cuddled close as we watched different terrains pass by like the wind.

My smile seemed to mean everything to him and he ended up letting go, his lack of touch leaving me cold but still excited. Another chase ensued, this time I was behind him and every step felt somehow exhilarating. Even if I was as quick as I could be, it seemed Derek was attempting to be slow to let me catch up.

In any case, it was more fun, at least I knew where he was going and I would be able to catch up eventually.

It took a bit of time but eventually we had come to our stop, a platform we both knew was out of camera view and rarely monitored, and like clockwork, we both had weaved our way into comfortable positions.

The smooth metallic platform was of course risky, but we had long since adapted to our fears, we both knew this system inside and out.

As the train picked up its speed again, Derek had huddled me close under his arm, and back in his warmth, I snug closer, looking out to the sky and the ever-changing lights that never seemed to stick in my mind.

Phantom music echoes through our ears, nights sitting around in a tree house and having fun long since engrained in our minds as the presence of one another just seems to flip a switch.

Not like Derek was famous, he was relatively unknown and that's what made our time together...special, unlike other people who could have picked me up, he was a professional...but an unknown one. Other people did end up hopping across the same train, we even had small chats if they had desired to approach but overall, the night had been calming, the moon still fairly in the sky but quickly approaching its peak.

At an unexpected stop, Derek had said we needed to get off.

I had originally looked up to him, checking if he knew where we were and if it really was the right stop, and with full confidence, he had shimmied us both up and off the train, soon away from the station and an unexpected direction.

-where are we going?

I had been lucky to have picked up heavy trousers, the long grass not tickling away at my calves as we trekked through dew-covered grounds.

-I found a place, princess. think you might like it

As he took me by my hand again, we had weaved through tall trees, grass now almost diminished as only leaves and soil with ever-familiar blooming Snowdrops to litter the path to...something.

After a minor incline, we both stand over a small hill, and a bit further down, crystalising waters radiate from the now full moon's shine.

The site is amazing, like the calm sea itself but in a small bubble and with almost no hesitation, Derek had let go of my hand, soon almost sliding down the now pretty steep drop.

Even with stars in my eyes and almost hypnotized by the almost fairytale-like scenery, I still opt to follow him, soon also sliding down along with him and catching up just in time so that both of us hit the bottom around the same time.

And from below, it's even prettier.

Now no longer just a sliver of light through a door, it was now a whole room. the light no longer stopped by the leaves, but instead all out in the open, the smell of fresh water and considering lack of supposed litter leaving this place just wonderful.

-So Princess think you wanna take a small swim?

-oh do I? I would feel honoured

-no need for such language

-how could I not? It's like heaven itself here.

- it is

I didn't notice it, but as he muttered those words, all he had been looking at was me, my eyes blown wide and sparkling like the water below us, feeling like I was his everything.

Snapping out of it, we both take a second to undress. Not planning to go swimming with all our clothes but also not having bought any swimwear, we just go down to our finer clothes. I had a small bra and barely classified shorts, he had been down to his boxers and nothing else.

I don't give myself time to admire him, far too embarrassed and flushed to even take myself seriously, instead walking closer to the water.

It's cold, but...A warm cold, one I am pretty familiar with and with little hesitation, I let the level rise as more of my skin gets covered with the free-flowing lake.

Like landing on cloud 9 itself, I feel my nerves being almost stimulated in every way as I push off the last floor there is, swivelling to my back, the waves coming off me moving me in every way they could.

Now finally looking back, I watch as Derek also takes his first steps into the water, A lot more confident than my slow steps if I had to guess, and a lot less concerned about his hair.

By the point he is abdomen-deep, he flings his arms over, diving down and almost fully gone by the time I blink twice.

Giggling to myself, I wait for him to resurface, maybe a couple paces from his last position, but I am shocked pretty quickly as he appears almost directly in front of me, a smile on his face and dripping.

Almost forehead to forehead, we let the air around us change, a smile on both our faces as we look into one another eyes.

I don't know what he sees, but the colours in his eyes almost dance a sweet waltz, his breaths warming what little was above water and his light touches almost teasing as he tries so hard to not touch too firmly with the warmth...I couldn't deny it...There was something about him.

The hypnotic state is soon snapped away as his light grin changes, instead a playful smile as he expertly pushes away with a jellyfish motion, now lightly splashing me with a simple soft flick on the gem-covered surface.

The moment soon slips, now one of pure playful nature, our playfights and joking talks. Our way of getting away from our problems, and into a world that we both shared for pure happiness.

For minutes to pass, we danced around one another, an elegant show as we stuck with one another...but seemingly not like friends...There felt like there was more meaning to this. To the looks and the sudden appearance of such a place that I wished he had shown me earlier...that he must have known about earlier.

But I pay no mind, the moment is too perfect and I wouldn't give it for the world.

Of course, we eventually grow cold, the moon now having shown the time passed to have been more than the time I had perceived. And luckily with one towel he had..."conveniently" bought, we each cleaned off and got dressed, now side by side again and looking out to the still calm waters, the air fresher than anything available in the cities.

-was...There a reason you dragged me out here?

It was a random question I had thrown out, I wasn't expecting an answer but I felt it too on the tip of my tongue to just ignore.

-wanted to show you this place, it's pretty enough for you.

-was there...no other reason...

A flirtatious comment on my lips, I test the waters like I had tested this friendship so many times. I had fun with him but entertaining the idea of us being something more just always stuck a cord with me, nights under my blanket with heavy blushes.

-well...maybe one...

-mhm?

Looking him a bit closer in the eyes, I wait for his words...what would he say?

-remember when we had sat down with a bunch of magazines? Popular and pretty people everywhere and we talked about who we would want to be with.

-...mhm?

-after that night, when you left...I couldn't look at my selected people because...I didn't feel the same. I hadn't wanted anyone else...Other than to be with you...

Words lighter than a feather, soft enough to put a lion to sleep, it was calming with how much confidence but also worry he spoke with.

-so...would you want to be with me? I know I'm not the...perfect person but-

-I would love to. You're the most perfect for me.

Cutting him off, I take his words and comfort him with them. Moving closer to him, our faces almost touching again but not in unstable waters, this time on solid ground and confessions having long since washed down the river

Closer and closer, it takes a mere blink before I suddenly feel his lips on mine. Soft and tender, I let him play, soon playing with him once I knew his style.

pulling away almost breathless, we rest against one another, laughs and smiles to fill in for the awkward but also comforting first kiss

It was nice. I just hope it lasts the years to come

#or I don't know...maybe they get both employed into the gang who knows-

[jacenbren]

Sneak peak of my new PPcrew AU (inspo—Cyberpunk: Edgerunners)

The hum of the maglevs was hypnotic, soothing on his ears.

Hypixel City never truly sleeps, Ant thought, gazing out the window of the hovertrain at the beautiful bright lights of the skyline and regretting answering that ping for a last-minute pickup for a client’s load of damaged cyberware. And neither do I.

The train car was full, like it always was at this hour. All the seats were taken and the aisles were packed, but it was eerily quiet, except for the hum of the train and the soft shuffling of fabric and flesh. No one talked to each other; everyone on the train was either engrossed in their HUDs or datapads, and still others had braindance wreaths on and were completely absent from reality. Ant had debated putting his own wreath on and queuing up an episode of one of the old TV sitcoms he used to watch with his brother, but the lemonade vodka from those two Spiked Summers he’d ordered at Las Nevadas had gotten him distracted.

It was clear tonight, clearer than usual. It was impossible to see the stars around the light pollution, but the moon shone brightly, a perfect orb of white in the black velvet sky. It looked beautiful in comparison to the corrupt wasteland of skyscrapers and neon lights that was Hypixel City, pristine and pale as it’d always been.

Ant swallowed hard, gazing up at the moon in contempt. It was like the damn thing was taunting him, reminding him of how he’d fucked up.

“Deep breaths,” Craft murmured, as they sat on the roof of one of the buildings in the slums. Ant’s hands were cold and his heart was beating too fast, but his older brother was hugging him, rubbing his thin, emaciated shoulders—his bones jutted out sharper than any seven-year-old’s ever should—as he shivered. “Just keep breathing, okay buddy?”

“I’m cold,” Ant mumbled through chattering teeth, sniffling anxiously. “Craft I’m really cold, where’s mama—“

Craft winced, tugging the blanket tighter around the two of them. “Mama’s… mama’s very far away, Ant.”

“When’s she coming back?”

Craft hesitated, and his voice was choked. “She… she’s not… well, she’s too far away. She doesn’t have the credits to get a ticket back.”

“Where is she?”

“She’s…” Craft stammered, wiping his eyes. “Um. She’s on the moon, Ant. Yeah.”

Ant perked up, grinning. “Can we visit her?”

Craft’s eyes turned distant and wet with tears, but he smiled faintly, stroking Ant’s hair. “Yeah. Sure, buddy. I’ll take you to the moon someday.”

“And you sure did a kickass job, didn’t you,” Ant muttered to himself under his breath, chuckling bitterly as the train snaked through the buildings and back into the big city. The moon vanished behind Hypixel’s skyscrapers, blotted out by towers of neon, steel, and corrupt wealth and depravity. “Mom never went to the moon, Craft. She overdosed on heroin and the guy she was stripping for left her to die.”

They’d never made it to the moon, either, and that was Ant’s fault. It was Ant’s fault that his older brother was dead, too.

He sighed heavily, resting his forehead against the window glass. Ant debated canceling his pickup—

[UNKNOWN] is this shit working

Ant jumped.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, and the people sitting next to him gave him annoyed looks, before turning back to their datapads. Ant opened the ping in his HUD, scowling.

[FREYR] who is this

[UNKNOWN] red

[FREYR] ?

[UNKNOWN] guy from las nevadas? bought you a drink??

[FREYR] ohhhhhh

[UNKNOWN] you said to ping this number.. where you at, cutie?

Ant huffed in amusement.

[FREYR] on the maglev

[FREYR] west line

[FREYR] omw to captain’s to pick up some shit from a client. wouldnt mind some company

[RED] meet you there :D

[kamoegoi]

back from anime north it was a lot of fun.

 i could not find any aerial or gusion full city or hyakuri but i found a novelization of stret fighter and a manga capcom apparently made of daigo umehara’s life story and i think thats very funny/cool (also other booksbut theyre not as funny/cool as a daigo umehara biomanga). highlight was definitely that big dance circle where people would jump in if they heard a kpop song they knew. i dont know any but it was fun to watch and we were there for like hours because it was so mesmerizing the talent on display. there was this kid who was 10 and he fucking popped off and every song he knew he took center and everyone immediately snapped into formation behind him and everyone became 1000x more synched because thats the power of a strong center.

lowlight was not being able to hang out with my friend as much because he was working it as a vendor this year and also this one weirdo at the dance circle who straddled up next to me with his buddy and was like “hey do you know where the hentai is?” and because he asked a question i had an answer to because i had just come from the beguiling booth where i saw a hentai table i immediately answered him and his shit eating grin just. immediately melted. he sullenly thanked me and went back to his friend and i felt the little loading wheel spin in my head until i realized he was trying to embarass me??? i guess???? like i was some victorian froufrou lady or something??? like hey dipshit its an anime convention some ladies are out here with there whole ass with signs saying theyll step on you for $5 and im out here in jorts and im all ankle like what the hell are you talking about go away

i also got a cute mousepad that is all flower petals and moon crescents with soft pink and blue pastels and a stiched edge that im very excited about, as well as a bunch of stickers i want to put on my mtg notebook. also an artist was selling an error keychain she made of adora but her armour was styled with silver foil instead of the intended gold foil and the artist was like “oh this was a mistake but i would rather people have it than it get thrown away” and i like that because it was specifically because the foiling was silver that i thought it was cool because it felt like a mid-transformation effect than just the normal armour like youd see her in. idk i think its neat how such a little mistake could make something so aesthetically cool to me yknow? it also has this cool rainbow halo/aura effect in the clear resin where the heart of etheria frames adora like ist just very cool i think. so yeah it was a good time!

[sootyships]

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 (you're here) | Part 5

Mer!Moon & Reader | 0.6k words

In the morning, you stomp to the dock and cup your hands round your mouth. "Suuu-uuun!"

A splash below you freezes you in your tracks. The following giggle curdles the blood in your veins.

You slowly turn around in place. The mer from last night floats into sight by the gangway.

You fucked up.

He keeps one clawed hand elevated to shadow his eyes, squinting at you in the early morning light. He lifts the other hand onto the gangway. He knows just as well as you do that if you try to pass, he can grab you.

You remain in place in the middle of the wider part of the dock. At least he can't tilt it under you.

The hiss floats from him so gradually that it takes you a while to register the question. "What makes you so special…?"

"What?" What is he talking about?

"Sun. Stupid."

You huff, irritation rising within you. "How should I know? This sounds like something you should ask Sun, not harrass me about."

The mer's parti-coloured face sinks halfway below the surface. He blows bubbles at you.

Rude.

"Fine." You sit down in the middle of the dock. It's not like you're in a hurry.

The mer hisses, then giggles.

"Weak. Clawless."

You snort deliberately. "If I were you, I'd reconsider being a nuisance."

"What will you do? Drown me in a net? You cannot." He scratches the wood of the gangway with his claws.

You grimace. "No! I wouldn't do that!"

He smirks. "Toothless. Can keep you here as long as I want."

You groan. "I'll tell Sun!" Childish? Yes. But he seems to care about Sun's opinion.

Predictably, his expression sours.

"You will not."

"O-ho?" You lean forward towards him. "Want to bet?"

He grumbles something. He keeps squinting, even though the sun isn't even shining onto the two of you yet. That's a nocturnal creature if you've ever seen one.

He could pull himself onto the pier like Sun had, but he isn't doing so. You eye the gangway. You could probably jump that distance. But he might lash out if startled.

"Look, buddy, I'm pretty sure Sun won't be happy that you're bothering me just because he likes to hang out with me."

The mer groans in disgust. "Not only 'hang out with'. Talk about."

Huh. That's kind of heartwarming.

"Well, it seems pretty obvious to me that this isn't going to help matters."

The mer groans again, clutching his face, then grips the planks and hauls himself onto the deck, dragging himself across the planks. Nothing with that body plan should move that fast out of water.

You try to scramble to your feet—sitting down was a terrible idea—but stumble, and then he's upon you. You bring your arms and legs up to protect yourself and he grabs your forearm. You kick out and your foot hits his chest, and he scowls as you slam your foot into him and screech: "Stop that! Let go of me!"

He yanks you forward by your arm, taking the power from your kicks. "No more gifts. No tattling", he hisses, then releases your arm and drags himself over the edge and into the water, leaving you wide-eyed, panting, and trying to calm your racing heart.

You climb onto your shaking legs and race across the gangway back to the shore, folding in two to breathe, then straightening, pressing your palms into your lower back. Fuck. You really need to talk about this to Sun. This is not okay. And who cares what the piece of shit says, you're not going to be menaced like this.

[gaypirate420]

Wolf //Harry hook

Harry Hook x male!reader

(y/n) has a little secret.

Happy Halloween 🎃

Please reblog uwu.

Harry got into the chip shop and left his sword, Uma looked at him, he seem a little nervous.

"Is everything ok?" She asks, Harry nods.

"Where's (y/n)?" Uma said crossing her arms, the first mate didn't know what to say.

"He's not feeling well" Harry said, Uma nod unconvinced and he started working.

The hours passed by and Harry was very distracted, he forgot his tasks or he did them very fast and wrong, Uma and Gil were worried but they know Harry wasn't going to speak up, he seem to be avoiding all non-work related questions.

The night finally came and Harry was hurrying in leaving the restaurant.

"Hey Harry, help me move this to the ship" Gil called him, he sighed and got back to help his friend.

You were in your house, it was an old house that everyone thought it was abandoned and that some ghost live in there, it was apart of the other houses on the isle.

You didn't feel well, your head was spinning, your body ached, you were in bed moving around trying to make the pain go away, but it didn't, you know what was going to happen and you were scared.

Harry finally was going home he looks at the sky and he could see the moon a little, full moon, he started running to his dad's ship, he enter and grab some band aids, bandages and alcohol, he got out and started to go to your home, it was on the other side of the isle so he need to hurry.

"(y/n/n)? Luv?" Harry finally make it to your home he knocked on the door but you didn't answer, he saw that your window was broken, Harry sigh with worry and began to look for you.

"(y/n)!" He scream your name over and over, looking for you, he began to walk into the town.

Gil was walking back to his home when he saw his father outside of the house with a crossbow in hand.

"What happ-"

"Shhhh something is behind the trash" his father said whispering, Gil got a little closer.

"I think is a dog" the blond pirate said, Gaston looked at him confused.

"There's no animals in here" he said, Gaston got closer and closer, suddenly whatever it was behind the trash moved, he looked at his son, Gil got into his house, the hunter got closer and lift his crossbow ready to shot, the thing jumped directly to him, he inmediatly shot and hit it on the side.

"What is that!?" Gil shouted from the door, Gaston looked at the creature, it was a wolf.

"A wolf!" The older man responded with confusion, the wolf stood up and began to run before he could shoot it again.

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Harry asked for you on the market, nobody saw you, he looked at the most dark allies and everything, but it was like you disappear from the isle, the sun was rising he was tired, he had all night looking for you.

"Did you hear? A wolf was Infront of Gaston house!" A couple of ladies were talking, Harry heard them and all that tiredness inmediatly disappear, he got closer to the ladies.

"A wolf!? That's strange, what happened then?" The other lady asks.

"Gaston shoot it, I saw it, I think the wolf is dead but who knows I just saw it run" she said, Harry stay still for a moment, he got back to reality and began to walk to Gil's home, his eyes were covered in tears, he got to the home and knock.

"What- oh hey Harry, what's up?" Gil opened the door, he saw the tears in Harry's eyes.

"What happened, are you ok?" He asked, Harry shocked his head.

"Th-The wolf! Wha' happened to him!?" Harry shouted.

"Run away after dad shoot him" Gil said confused, Harry began cry.

"Nonono" Harry said, Gil got closer and put a hand oh his friend shoulder.

"Hey buddy, what's going on?"Gil said softly Harry hug his friend and keep crying.

"The wolf is (y/n), he-he's a werewolf, I don't know were he is, fuck, Gil what if he's dead" Harry said in tears he felt bad, you wouldn't got shoot if he got to your home in time.

"We are going to find him, let's go" Gil said confident giving a little smile to his friend, Harry only nod and the two pirates began to walk, Harry didn't now where to look anymore so he decided to return when all begin, trying to track your steps.

You were on your home, you can't remember what happened the night before but you are bleeding from your side, your body cover in cuts, you were laying on your bed, the sheets were turn into pieces, suddenly you heard a voice outside your home.

"I- came from work and look for him, but-but the window was broken" Harry said frustrated opening the door, Gil saw inside, everything was a either broken or scratched.

"Only the window make you worried?" Gil asked looking at the destroyed home.

"it's common of him destroy his home like this, he can't control it" Harry said exhausted, Gil noticed that there was blood on the stairs.

"Harry" Gil said and pointed, Harry looked at him and began to go upstairs.

"(y/n)?" Harry called you, you were to tired to respond you just focused on not close your eyes while he got to your room, Harry follow the blood on the floor it led to your room, Gil was behind him.

"Oh luv" Harry looked at you and got inside your room, Gil entered, the blonde pirate quickly began to clean the wound where the arrow hit you, you hissed in pain.

"I'm sorry, buddy, but it's going to hurt a lot more" Gil told you in a soft tone, your eyes got full with tears, you began to sob, Harry tried to calm you but you were in a lot of pain.

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Gil finished and got up, Harry was hugging you.

"I'm going to tell Uma that you got hurt, I'm not going to tell her why ok?" Gil said, you nod.

"Ok, Thanks Gilly love ya" you told him in a whisper, he give you a little smile.

"Love ya too, buddy, see ya take care" He said and got out of your room, Harry got up and followed him to the door, you sighed and tried to sit down in the bed, he closed to door and got into the kitchen and make you a sandwich.

"Here, ye need to eat, luv" He enter the room and sat with you on the bed, you grabbed the sandwich and began to eat it a couple of minutes passed by and Harry looked at you and sigh.

"I'm sorry" He said, you looked at him confused.

"If I was here-"

"No Harry, how many moons we are going to discuss this?, you can't stop me in that state, it wasn't your fault that I got hurt" you told him, he looked down, you sigh and opened your arms, Harry carefully hug you, you play with his hair a little.

"It's weird turning into a wolf" you change the subject.

"How does it feel?" He asks.

"Hmmmm like your body is stretching, and it hurts a lot" you explained.

"Am I a cute wolf though? Like, do I look scary?" You asked him, he looked at you and smile.

"I don't find 'wolf-you' scary, ye look adorable, sometimes I want to pet ye, but ye will bite me if I did tha'" he said, you laughed a little, the two of you stay silent, it wasn't uncomfortable, just cuddling in peace.

"I love you Hooky, and I appreciate that you stay with me, I'm a monster I know-"

"yer not a monster, luv" he told you, you looked at him and give him a little smile.

"I love ye so much" he said with a soft tone, you closed your eyes.

"I love you too" you said, you quickly fell asleep, Harry could feel your heartbeat, it was relaxing.

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A/n: heyyyy, little fic for Halloween y'all, stay safe and have a great time!.