#new fic on the horizon

[starwitness42]

Robert Sugden has it all: A perfect job managing his actress wife Chrissie White, a garage full of flash cars, and an Instagram following mere mortals only dream of. But when he does his kid sister a favour by agreeing to manage her indie rock band on their first US tour, his entire world will be torn apart. Aaron Dingle is rude, ridiculously talented, unfairly gorgeous, and more than likely Robert’s undoing. But hey, what’s life without a little risk?

[activate-shadow-of-the-window]

Playing around with colored pencils and horizons designs I haven’t taken past the ‘tiny faceless figure in a pile of other tiny figures’ stage.

Commander X(isumavoid) is… no one knows, really. They only appear as a moving suit of complete armor, covered from head to toe to fingertips, with the Dragon Skull Crown full of darkness as a head.

Tango Tek is part blaze, part stray, part human. Fiery hair, a left eye like a blaze rod and a right eye clouded with cataracts, the mark of the undead, has the King of the Basalt Throne.

Doc Mk-77 is a faerie? Probably a faerie. Goat horns, hooves, and ears, butterfly wings, mechanical body parts, and the Deepfang Crown.

False Symmetry is a human. Pale and shadowy is the Lady of the Darkwood Throne.

Duchess Cleo is a zombie. Orange-eyed and haired is the Everfrost Throne’s occupant.

Bee Double Oh (Bdubs for short) is a faerie, something like a glare. Short of stature and loud of voice and personality is the Lord of the Moss Throne.

[frog-with-no-therapy]

I want a spider X dcu but have Peter working at the league's base in space as a mechanic or a scientist, cause of course they will have the best material and information to help him make a way home. Except that Peter is weird.

Like, weird weird. Like, spider bite kind of weird with a hint of different culture from a different world kind of weird.

Listen most of his interactions with humans in their world is with them cause he's at the watchtower all the time, so his understanding of what is normal is a bit skew, and he probably also got used to acting more spidery, especially when in a lab or sm (courtesy of his time at the avenger tower where he doesn't really have to hide his spidery side)

Then you take into account him having a different kind of humour and a different set of memes and you have the whole justice league thinking he's secretly an alien

[the-kipsabian]

people sure do love consuming content but ignoring art huh

is it really that hard to click a kudos button (not the tumblr like button, seriously fuck that noise) if you reach the end of a fic, or writing two words ("loved/liked this") to encourage a writer?

also is it *really* that difficult to hit reblog on this site? be real with me for a second. is it?

yall are just bunch of consumers who are destroying any fun in making and sharing art cause yall are so conditioned to the quick-and-fast-blink-and-you-miss-it consumerism of modern social media content

CLICKING BUTTONS TO ENCOURAGE AND SHARE STUFF IS FREE. TYPING OUT TWO WORDS TO TELL SOMEONE YOU LIKED THEIR WORK ENOUGH TO FINISH READING IT IS FREE AND TAKES FIVE SECONDS MAX

you literally have no excuse. thats all

[wandaspetal]

An Island Made From Love

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: Marvel/MCU

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(𝐬)/𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬): Wanda Maximoff x Reader, mentions of Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova (platonic), and Kate Bishop x Wanda Maximoff (platonic)

𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞: Established Relationship

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.4K+

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Mentions of death (no one actually died though I’m not heartless) , Mental breakdowns, panic attacks, mention of anxiety, depression, suicidal ideations, crying, angst with a happy ending, VERY GAY AND FLUFFY AT THE END I PROMISE

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You make your island flag in animal crossing Wanda’s crown.

𝐀𝐍: Reader uses they/them pronouns! This is very much partially based on me restarting my anch island and wondering how Wanda would react after a hard day….I’m mentally ill shush.

Wanda had been having the worst day. The team’s mission went south very fast. Hydra began implanting bombs inside their base’s so that in the case if they are ever found they can destroy the evidence of them being there. Soldiers waited outside for them with military grade weapons. The Hulk went into a fit of rage, Clint almost lost an arm and Natasha was almost crushed by rubble. Wanda was able to push herself hard enough to use her magic to make sure Natasha and her got out of the building quick enough.

They were the only ones left inside as the rest of the team fought everyone outside. After everything was said and done the ride on the quinjet back to the compound was silent. Even a small cough had an apology following suit behind it. Wanda is surprised she didn’t cry the same way Kate did as Yelena held her on the way back. The brunette simply placed a comforting hand on Kate’s back on the way home.

Wanda Maximoff had lost so many people in her life and this was another reminder of why she had to keep them out the way. The team can protect themselves. Y/n, a barista at a family owned coffee shop–one they barely work at anymore because their rich girlfriend takes care of them and Tony and the team randomly throws money and gifts their way. But that’s besides the point. The team is strong with super powers or serums or martial arts and knows how to use weapons. Y/n makes the threat that anything can be a weapon yet they ironically apologize whenever they bump into a chair, table, etc.

The mere thought of losing them the same way she almost lost half the team today nearly sent Wanda into a spiral. She convinced herself to hold on and remain strong.

Once they landed everyone was sent off to med bay, visible injury or not. Wanda had a scar on her brow and a cut on her nose and a sprained wrist. Both her arms were sore but she didn’t think that was worth mentioning. After leaving medbay she informed Jarvis to tell the team she went to see Y/n if they asked where she went.

Wanda didn’t bother driving a car, she stepped outside and immediately teleported inside Y/n’s apartment. The Sokovian wasn’t allowed to do that anymore after she scared them but she couldn’t help herself as she was on the verge of shaking from overstimulation.

“Wanda is that you?!”

“Y-Yeah!” She already felt tears coming to her eyes at hearing your voice but quickly blinked them away.

“Oh! Come look and see!!” Y/n exclaimed happily.

Wanda smiled and quickly walked pass the small foyer and to the living room. Her shoulders relaxed at the sight of her partner gazing at the TV that displayed her animal crossing game on it. She walked over and sat down on the couch.

“I restarted my island and it took like five times but I finally got villagers that aren’t ugly!” They squealed with joy.

Wanda placed her hands in her lap and smiled authentically at the screen. Y/n had already begun decorating the island and including as much villager homes as possible. There was customized pathing on the beach and grass.

“I named it Westview because you know…we said we wanted to move there.” Y/n’s voice grew quieter as their shyness increased. They shrugged. “And yeah…”

Wanda turned her head and reached out her to tuck their hair behind their ear. “That’s nice, I like it.”

Y/n blushed then cleared their throat. “Oh! Also the flag!! Look, look, look!!” They still hadn’t looked at Wanda as they could not turn their attention off the screen. Not even a bowl of the best pasta in the world could take their focus off their hyper fixation right now.

Wanda turned her head back towards the screen, still twirling their strand of hair between her two fingers. She dropped her hand at the sight of the flag that blew in the wind at the airport. It was her head piece. The one that she didn’t like at first but Y/n adored because it suited her so well. And because Y/n adored it Wanda slowly began to, too. Tony designed it for her after he heard her ranting about wanting more accessories for her costume the same way Nat and Steve did.

“I made it just for you!” They exclaimed.

“You made me a flag…with my head piece on it?” Wanda asked, her eyes glazing over with the tears she had been holding back since the mission ended.

Y/n beamed at the tv screen missing the full effect of their words. “Yeah! Because you’re my favorite person in the world and–“ They faltered and their brow furrowed with concern as they finally turned to look at the brunette. “Wanda, are you okay?” Y/n reached out and caressed her cheek with their palm as the witch begun to cry.

“I just love you…so much.” A lone tear trailed down her cheek. “You make me so happy…I-…today was awful and some of the team almost didn’t make it and it was so traumatizing and I just–” A much needed sob broke free from her mouth as she curled into Y/n’s warm embrace.

Y/n began to rock them side to side and soothingly rub their hand up and down Wanda’s back. “You’re safe now, let it all out.” Wanda sobbed harder than before, gripping on Y/n’s shirt for dear life. “I’m so sorry all of you had to go through that.” Wanda continued to cry as Y/n continued to speak.

They sat in silence until her sobs died down to sniffles and her eyes had stopped producing as much tears.

Y/n moved to pull away then stopped as Wanda whimpered. “Put your head up for me please.” Wanda complied, sitting up straight with their arms still around each other. “I love you.” Wanda felt another sob building up in her throat. “And I’m so so proud of you.” Another sob broke free but Y/n continued to speak as they wiped away Wanda’s tears. “Today was really hard and you did such a phenomenal job–yes you did.” Y/n reassured as Wanda began shaking her head. “You did a good job because you did your best.”

Wanda pulled away from their embrace, her body immediately felt the rush of cool air surrounding her. “I didn’t even tell Pietro where I was going, I just left and came straight here to you because I just felt so overstimulated and…and broken and scared.” Y/n nodded, holding their palms together. “And I know I did a great job but fuck why did my life have to be this way, I’m still here, I’m still the scared little girl who hid under a bed with her twin brother for 3 days after realizing our parents are gone and dead and…” She felt herself begin to descend into a panic and placed one hand on her chest and the other on her head. “I’m tired. I’m so tired.” She choked out.

Y/n took both Wanda’s hands in their own. “Baby, look at me, hey-” Their eyes met. “I’m right here, okay? Everything is okay now, the team is okay, your brother is okay and you are okay..you’re safe now.” Wanda blinked. Y/n brought Wanda’s hands to their chest and took a deep breath in then a deep breath out and continued this until Wanda began to follow suit.

It took five minutes until the normal color returned to Wanda’s cheeks and blood no longer felt like it was rushing to her ears. Y/n placed their hand on Wanda’s cheek, smiling as the witch sighed out of content. Wanda turned her head and kissed their hand before she spoke.

“Can you show me more of…Westview?” She asked softly while making eye contact.

“Only as long as you promise to move there with me…and also order us a pizza.” Y/n bit their lip and grinned as Wanda giggled.

“I promise.” Wanda took her phone out of her pocket and snuggled into Y/n’s side as the number for their favorite pizza place began to ring. “Extra cheese?” She hummed as Y/n kissed the top of her head.

“Sounds great.” They replied and began to decorate Westview as Wanda ordered them enough food to have leftovers for the next day.

[webism]

don’t worry, I’m opening google docs rn to write something for ino I won’t stand for his erasure

IM SO READY IM SO READY IM SO READY IM SO HARD MY DICKS HARD

[averysmolkirbo]

because ive been on an animal crossing kick lately i wanna talk about how much i love how the game does literally everything in its power to tell you cj and flick are totally gay for each other without just saying it.

Theyre literally together whenever possible, like you call one of them to the roost, the other comes too.

you try to make one of them a vacation home, you are required to have both of them. they cant even live alone. They literally HAVE to live together.

And one i just remembered (pics of screenshots cuz im too lazy to send them to my phone directly) is sometimes katrina will give you THIS fortune:

and guess what fortune this text gives you. go on. guess.

IT GIVES YOU THE INCREASED FRIENDSHIP FORTUNE

YOU CANT CALL ME CRAZY WHEN THEYRE LITERALLY DOING THIS.

also i just wanna drop this related meme here

like please tell me one straight about him go on ill wait

[jazzystudios82]

Fandoms I'm Considering Writing For ♡

Hello there! 👋

As you can probably tell, this is a list of series that I'm thinking of writing for. These range from ones I haven't been in for a while and ones that I'm on the verge of getting into.

Gravity Falls 🌲

Delicious in Dungeon 🍞

Xiaolin Showdown 🐲

Hades 💀

Overwatch 🧡

Animal Crossing 🏝️

Invincible 🩸

Arcane: League of Legends 🧁

Monster High 💟

Ever After High ❤️💜

Welcome Home 🏡

Detroit: Become Human 🩵

Nimona 🤘🏻

Bee and PuppyCat 🐝🐱

Disney: TWST Wonderland 🪞

I don't know when I'll get to these, but I'll let all of you know with an update.

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[babyseraphim]

when will my ability to update my fics return from war

[ithinkyouhealedmyheart]

Animal Crossing

Character(s): Kendall Knight, Logan Mitchell, Carlos Garcia, James Diamond, Gustavo Rocque mentioned

Pairing(s): Kendall Knight/Female Original character(s), Kendall Knight/Veronica Clark, James Diamond & Kendall Knight & Carlos Garcia & Logan Mitchell, James Diamond & Veronica Clark

A/N: written on my phone, not betad, i am sorry

It was Sunday.

On Sunday, the guys got to relax and take a break from singing and dancing for Gustavo. On the other hand, Ronnie planted herself on the couch with her switch and bought turnips from Daisy Mae on her Island. She desperately needed bells to pay off her house loans from Tom Nook. All the fishing was getting annoying, and she was tired of chasing bugs around because nothing new was showing up. The bug and fish sections were almost finished in her museum, and she was so close to completing them.

She struggled with the art pieces she bought from Redd because she always bought fake ones. Ronnie never claimed to be a connoisseur of the arts, but the counterfeit paintings and sculptures looked so similar to the real deal. There were all kinds of guides online, but they were a mess and needed proper organization.

The apartment was humid. All the windows were open. Her dad opened the door to let in a draft, but nothing came. Ronnie swapped her hoodie for a loose misfits t-shirt and basketball shorts. Her shoulders were hunched over the console, and she stuck her tongue out in concentration. Buying turnips wasn't that big of a deal, but it was important for the economy on her island. As long as she didn't have the funds, she wouldn't be able to make her island look pretty like she had planned. There was a rough draft sketch in her notebook.

Not being able to move town hall was infuriating, but she brushed it off. When she started playing, she didn't think about her future choices.

Her hair had been freshly dyed last night. The electric blue was vibrant. She considered dying her hair another color but figured using the blue hair dye she had was wise before purchasing another color. She looked up when she heard a knock on the door frame.

"Hey, we're going to the pool. Do you want to come with me?" James slung a towel over his shoulder, and his shades rested neatly on his hair.

Ronnie wanted to say no, but staying in her apartment all day was bound to get boring. She didn't trust the guys around water, especially not with her switch, but she had just started playing a few minutes ago and didn't want to pull herself away.

"Sure!"

What she didn't realize was hoe bad of an idea it was. Ronnie may have had zero intention of hopping in the pool, but the guys had every intention to soak up the sun and jump in the chlorinated water. She shielded her switch as Carlos canonballed into the water with a squeal of excitement. He was showing off for the new movie star sitting alone, off to the side. She was an action movie star.

"Hey! Watch it!" Kendall barked.

"It's fine, its fine." Ronnie was either reassuring herself or Kendall. But either way, she held her switch closer.

All she wanted to do was play animal crossing in peace. Maybe organize her island, or catch things to sell in the box outside Nook's cranny.

"Thats like 200$ anyway, why'd you bring it?" Logan asked, sitting by the edge of the pool.

"I haven't played for months because I've been too busy wrangling you guys." Ronnie shrunk in her lounge chair, she accidentally chopped down a peach tree.

"It's a nice day outside, you should be looking at something other than a screen." James chimed in with a lopsided grin.

"Take this from me and you die." Ronnie threatened.

"Okay, okay." James held his hands up and backed away.

"Guys, she has every right to relax anyway she wants."

Logan screwed his face up and gagged.

"You're so in love its sickening." Carlos swam to the edge and taunted the blonde with huge eyebrows.

"Wha-" Kendall gaped.

"Yeah, dude you come to he rescue a lot." James agreed.

Ronnie jumped from her seat when Carlos pulled himself from the water. He shook like a dog and she held her switch away.

"I'll got to one of those cabanas." She didnt wait for the pouting or complaining before she booked it away from the pool.

Kendall pouted.

"I get videogames are cool, but whats so special about animal crossing? Isnt that a game for babies?" Carlos watched her walk away.

"It is not for babies!" Ronnie called from across the pool area. People gave her weird looks but ahe didnt mind.

"Its a stupid animal game..." Carlos mumbled.

"I for one, want to see whats so special about it." James perked up.

Soon the four boys marched over to Ronnie, leaving their lounge chairs and towels for the time being. Cueiously she looked up at them. She looked between all their faces and rose a brow.

"Can we play?" Kendall asked, a hopeful smile on his face. Ronnie furrowed her brows.

"This is single player."

"Cool, we'll take turns!" Carlos slid into the chair next to her. And she may regret it, but she hesitantly handed him her switch.

"Its not an action game, there isnt much to do...." She watched as he ran around the island, marveling at the villagers.

"Oh! Wait, try to catch that cricket!" Logan peered over Carlos' shoulder.

"How?"

"The bug net." Ronnie chuckled. "Open the inventory with X."

It pretty much satiated the teens, now that they were able to play. Logan liked catching the bugs and filling the museum. Carlos liked swimming in the ocean. James, on a whim, discovered Happy Home Decorator but he had more fun buying clothea from Able Sister's.

"So, why do you have peach trees all over the island?" Kendall asked, after a while it was just him and Ronnie at the cabana because the others got bored.

"Oh, thats not important." Her cheeka flushed pink.

"No, no. I wanna know."

She was idly decorating a vacation home with the DLC, hoping he would get distracted and ask her about something else.

"Ronnie?"

"Butt Island!" She blurted out.

"What." Kendall stared at her like she had three heads.

"Because.... I called it Butt Island. Camille gave me peaches to plant and replace all the pear trees."

The blonde blinked twice, but then he started laughing. Ronnie started laughing too. Maybe, just maybe the guys would end up playing animal crossing too.

[trashyswitch]

Day 2: Chase

Blathers recalls a time when him and Celeste would dig fossils together as kids. Unfortunately, today's fossil is a bug...And Blathers hates bugs...And of course, Celeste takes advantage of that...

I'm late...I know. But, whatever. Here's tickletober day 2.

“Hey Blathers! Look what I found!” His little sister yelled out from about 15 feet away. 

“What is it, Celeste?” Blathers asked. 

“A big hole!” Celeste was actively trying to dig into the hole with her kid-sized shovel. Seeing that his little sister was struggling, Blathers grabbed out a regular shovel and dug into the ground. One dig in, and Blathers had unearthed the fossil. 

“Awww…I wanted to dig it out…” Celeste mumbled. 

“You can take it out with me if you want.” Blathers offered. 

And almost like magic, Celeste’s face grew excited as she let out an enthusiastic ‘Okay!”. She grabbed onto the shovel with her brother and helped him lift the fossil out of the ground. A little cheerful sound filled their heads as they held up the blue fossil together. 

“Look! We dug up a fossil!” Celeste declared. 

“Indeed we did.” Blathers added. 

Celeste and Blathers put the fossil down, and looked at it up and down. “It looks to be a fish of some sort.” Celeste admitted. 

“I don’t know…” Blathers shuddered slightly. “I-it looks more buggish to me…” He admitted. 

“Buggish?” Celeste looked at it closer. “Well if it’s a bug, it would be moving more.” Celeste mentioned. 

“It’s really a bug fossil, meaning this bug has been dead for a very long time.” Blathers admitted. 

“I don’t know…” Celeste reached out her feathery hands and picked up the fossil. 

“Ah! Careful!” Blathers ordered. 

“Why? Scared that I’ll use it against you?” She asked him. 

“U-uh…I meant more like…you might break the fossil.” Blathers admitted. 

“I’m sure you did…” Celeste muttered with a smirk, picking up the fossil. “Because the last thing you want is a bug fossil coming back to life and crawling on you.” Celeste declared, fluttering her feathers against his shoulder. 

“Celeste!” Blathers tried to slap her sister’s wing away, but to no avail. 

“What’s wrong, Blathy? Don’t like the idea of a zombie bug?” She asked, picking up the fossil as she smirked at him. 

“What are you- Put it down!” Blathers ordered. 

“Why? It’s not alive.” Celeste told him. 

“You’re gonna chase me with it!” Blathers reacted. 

“Is that so?” Celeste asked with a giggle. “Yes! You’ve done it so many times!” Blathers argued. 

“Well believe it or not, I wasn’t going to…” Slowly, a mischievous glint showed up in her eye. “But now that you mention it-” Celeste brought the bug closer to him. 

“DON’T YOU DARE!” Blathers yelled out. 

“Aww…Come on, Blathers! All he wants is a hug!” Celeste placed the fossil right onto her brother’s belly. 

“EEK!” Blathers screeched and sprinted the other way. “Get away from me!” Blathers yelled. 

“Just one kiss!” Celeste started chasing him with the fossil. 

“NO!” Blathers sprinted as fast as his little feet could carry him. 

“But Blathers!” Much to Blathers surprise, Celeste was right on his tail. “I thought you liked fossils!” 

“YOU’RE SO MEAN!” Blathers yelled over his shoulder. 

“And you’re being a big baby!” Celeste replied with a giggle. 

Blathers kept an eye on the path in front of him. If he wanted to trick his sister, he had to be smart about it. He ran through the trees, making sure to deke through the trees. This made his moves sporadic and unpredictable. 

But when that didn’t work, Blathers tried flying up one of the trees. Hopefully if he goes up high enough, Celeste won’t be able to see him. Just because Celeste was younger and a lot more spry than him, doesn’t mean Blathers couldn't make a sneaky get-away! 

Blathers breathed in and out rather heavily as he held onto one of the lower branches with his owl feet. Fearing the worst, Blathers turned around to look behind the tree trunk. Thankfully, no one seemed to be there. It looked like he was safe…for now, at least. 

With this, Blathers could have just enough time to come up with a plan to distract Celeste from her evil plans. 

“BOO!” 

Blathers SHRIEKED and spun around, holding his chest in shock! Quickly, his big eyes fell on his playfully evil sister, and the creepy bug fossil! NO! He’s DOOMED! 

“I gotcha, Blathers~” Celeste teased, still holding the bug fossil in her hand. 

“No! NO!” Blathers covered his eyes with his feathers, fearing the worst. Though, covering his eyes would end up being a terrible idea, due to the large amount of surprise that he felt when the fossil touched his feathers. 

“Boop!” Celeste chirped playfully. 

“Whahat-?” Blathers squeaked as he felt the fossil against his side. “CELESTE NO!” 

“What’s wrong? Ticklish~?” Celeste asked, giggling. 

“YEHES!” Blathers reacted as he tried to run away. Since Blathers was naturally stronger than Celeste, Blathers was able to get away. “Leheheave me alohohohone!” He started running. 

“Aww man…” Celeste muttered. “Well, here we go again!” Celeste declared. It looked like the chase was afoot once again. 

Blathers ran around the yard once again. Unlike last time where he twisted through the trees, he decided to go up their outdoor playground. He ran up the stairs, and walked across the red bridge. But his anxiety began to worsen when he heard the clicky steps of his sister’s feet filling the wooden bridge behind him. Just one little peek behind him, told him everything: 

Celeste was right on his tail! 

Realizing he had no other choice, Blathers jumped over the handrail of the bridge, and opened his wings to slow his fall. The moment he landed on his feet, he sped off running forward. 

“GOTCHA!” A pair of wings wrapped around Blathers and tackled him to the ground. 

“NO!” Blathers screeched as he felt her evil claws tickle his sides. “GAAAHAhahaha!” Blathers laughed. 

“Tickle tickle tickle!” Celeste teased. 

“WHEHEHERE’S THE FOHOHOSSIL?!” Blathers asked. 

“It’s on the bridge!” Celeste told him. “I placed it down so I could go down the slide.” She told him. 

“Ohohohoho…” Blathers rolled around, unable to stop his spry sister. The running had rendered him exhausted, and the tickling was only further weakening any strength he had left in him. “Plehehehehease stahahahap!” “Only if you say ‘I win’!” Celeste declared. 

“NOHOHO WAHAHAY!” Blathers covered his eyes with his wings. “NEHEHEVERRR!” He shouted next. 

“Alright, fine.” Celeste leaned in a little bit. “I’ll just go for your worst spot then~” Celeste winked, creating a little yellow star beside her closed eye. 

Blathers gasped and froze. “WaitNO!” Blathers wiggled around all over the place as squawks and shrieks filled the yard. “EEHEHEEEK! STAHAHAP! NAHAHAHAHA- GAHAHAHAHA!” 

If it wasn’t evident before, Celeste had decided to use her favorite mischievous maneuver on him: She had started pecking at Blathers belly. If Blathers wasn’t laughing before, he was certainly laughing now! 

“EEEEHEEEHEEHEEHEEE!” Blathers struggled to push his sister’s face away. 

“You give up yet?” Celeste asked. 

“HAHAHAHA- NOHOHOHOHO!” Blathers shouted back. 

“Well, suit yourself! Om nom nom nom nom!” Celeste resumed nibbling and pecking her brother’s belly. The laughter felt like it was NEVER gonna end! 

But slowly, the laughter began to muffle slightly…And a new face began to fill his eyes. 

Wait…this isn’t Celeste. 

Is this one of Celeste’s friends? No, that would make no sense…

Wait…I recognize this person! 

“Hooooo… WHO?!” Blathers widened his eyes and dropped his beak, staring almost behind you for a moment. Blathers quickly pulled himself together and scratched the back of his head. “Oh dear. Pardon me…” He muttered. He lit up. “ Good morning, [Player]!” He greeted. “Welcome to the [Name] Museum.” 

You give Blathers a curious look. 

Like magic, Blathers notices this look and tilts his head to the side. “Oh? What was I dreaming about?” Blathers asked out loud, a question mark appearing beside his head for a moment. “Hehe…Nothing of importance.” He muttered. “How may I be of service?” 

[lavenoon]

Bit of a follow up to this one - get got, @zelda7999 <3

[lady-october]

Pairing : Oli Sykes x Female Assistant Genre : Romance, Smut (18+ Only) Previous Chapters : Available on Ao3

Story Content : Smut, Drama, Choking, Power dynamics, Romance, Rough sex, Sadism/Masochism, Dom/Sub, Mentions of addiction & self harm, Degradation, Praise kink, Exhibitionism, Orgasm denial, Breath play, Dirty talk.

Summary :

“Don’t you see what a dangerous game you’re playing? Why did you have to look so fucking delicious tonight, I couldn’t stop undressing you in my mind, thinking of all the twisted things I want to do to you.” She had only worked on the touring team for three weeks, but her mind had been hijacked by dirty thoughts of a man she barely even talked to. Sure, he was very attractive, but were there other reasons she was so uncontrollably drawn to him? This is a filthy story of pain, self discovery, and love.

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Chapter 21: Did my back hurt your knife?

Chapter title is lyrics from "R.i.p"

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Her smile

Filled with sharp teeth, ready to bite

Nails digging into my scalp, pushing me down

Keeping me beneath the surface as I gasp, as I drown

The last of my breath leaving my lungs

Dancing and weaving through the water above

The surface; it twists and it bends

Warping the monster that fucks with my head

I thrash and I fight, but it’s never enough; I am but a pawn in her story

My monarch, my goddess, my puppet master in all of her glory

Should I let her win, should I simply give in – let the peace of death consume me?

Hair red as flame, eyes black as tar

In hell, we shall meet again my dear friend

I awoke with a gasp, momentarily confused.

It didn’t take long for my mind to catch up with reality; for me to realise it had only been another nightmare. My heart on the other hand still hadn’t gotten the messaging – thumping with the heavy beat of fear, of survival.

Letting out a long breath, I relaxed back into my pillow.

Same old, same old.

Tensing, my brows furrowed.

Actually, no, not same old; this particular dream had been about Fay – someone I hadn’t dreamt about since I met Alice. In fact, the nightmares about Fay had come to a screeching halt the very same day Alice joined the tour. For about a week after, my dreams had been quite palatable – pleasant even. All about Alice, of course, but it didn’t take long until they descended back into madness; until Alice was haunting me – hunting me – every night, coming up with new and exciting ways to impale, shred, or incinerate me.

Looking over at the beautiful woman beside me I felt quite sad she was no longer in my arms. At some point she must have rolled over in her sleep, rolled away from me.

I sighed.

No, my mind had never been kind to me, and it was hard to tell if it was crueller at night or during the waking hours. Because while the nightmares were gruesome and violent, at least they didn’t play tricks on me – feed my insecurities, or expect me to stay sober while my thoughts eat me alive.

Or expect me to not act on all my impulses. 

Like punching Mat square in his fucking face for putting his lips on my Alice.

Yet, I would never actually do that, knowing full well it’s my own fault they’re dating.

Reaching over to the bedside table, I grabbed my phone; it was only around midnight, meaning I couldn't have slept for very long after we drifted off – after telling Alice about mine and Mat’s history, and about me and Fay. Which would explain her sudden and unwelcome appearance in my dreams.

My mind began racing, feeling torn. I wanted to wrap my arms around Alice and simply enjoy her company for the remainder of the night, but I was all too aware of the fact that Mat would still be awake at this hour – knowing I really do need to talk to him.

Before I knew it my legs were moving, pushing themselves into some sweatpants. 

After slipping a random shirt over my head I was out the door, staring at the polished brass numbers on Mat’s door, feeling suddenly nervous. 15 they read – a completely arbitrary number, but I could see my eyes in the reflection of them, staring back at me, causing disgust to build in my chest; disgust over the reasons I needed to talk to Mat at all; disgust over proudly flaunting that I’d fucked the girl first this time.

But mainly I felt disgust over how poorly I was handling my emotions, particularly in regards to how jealous I was – how selfish I was – when it came to Alice. 

Yes, I know she’s not mine, still I can’t seem to help myself – can’t seem to stop acting like some feral animal, pissing all over their territory.

Shaking myself mentally, I let my fist connect with the rich wood of the door.

It didn’t take long before it swung open with a robed Mat appearing behind it, the scent of alcohol thick in the air.

He squinted at me, clearly confused. Or maybe even unhappy to see me.

“Can I come in?”

Wordlessly, he stepped to the side, gesturing for me to join him in the dimly lit room.

Shutting the door, he stalked over and sat down on the floor next to the bed, leaning against the mattress in order to stare out into the night through the floor to ceiling windows in front of him. 

He also had a view of the lake, his room only a couple of doors over from mine.

I decided to join him on the floor, noticing the half empty whiskey bottle next to him along with a couple of snack containers.

To my surprise he spoke as soon as I’d gotten comfortable, before I had a chance to.

“I should’ve been more apprehensive about asking her out, or even cancelled earlier today as soon as you told me you were going out with her. But the truth is I think I got a crush on her a while back, and now I hate how much I want to spend more time with her.”

A heavy feeling settled in me, weighing me down. Faint whispers of self hatred brushing against my ear, trying to convince me everyone’s better off without me.

His gaze flickered to mine, “Don’t worry, I won’t. Not now, not after you’ve slept with her.”

I felt myself start to chuckle at his statement, “Since when has that stopped you?”

“You know when.” He muttered, before taking a swig off of the bottle that was now in his hand.

“Since Fay.” I said, feeling my pulse speed up as I pried open the box we’d thoroughly nailed and welded shut a long time ago.

Surprised eyes shot back to me, “Yeah, since… Fay.” He frowned, watching me closely to see what I would do after uttering the previously forbidden word in front of me for the first time in almost a year, “I’m happy you’re not reacting like last time I said her name, would get expensive in an establishment like this.”

I laughed, feeling both amusement and shame over having smashed one of his windows while I was recovering at his place – as well as his TV. Thankfully Mat just smiled at me, obviously feeling some type of relief over the fact that I was ready to say her name again. That – while slow – I was actually healing.

Well… in some ways anyway.

Mat's smile quickly turned sour, his thoughts returning to the current situation, “I can’t do it again Oli, she’s all yours. I’m just gonna stay away, lick my wounds and move on.”

I watched him take another swig, clearly upset, and I caught myself wondering if I only wanted him to pursue Alice for my sake, for my peace of mind – to test Alice, see what she would do.

To see if she’d fail me, just like Fay did.

“Hate to say it but has that ever worked for us, the staying away bit?”

I truly am scum.

“Not like there’s other options.” He mumbled distantly, his eyes remaining on the view.

“We can let her pick.”

I felt like the daftest person alive for continuing this. I could simply tell him now how much I feel for Alice, how tangled up my emotions and thoughts are about her – that yes, he should stay away so I can continue working on Alice’s commitment issues and hopefully come out on top.

He scoffed, “Yeah cause that went so great with Fay– also hasn’t Alice already picked, let me guess; she’s in your room right now, no?”

“Alice isn’t Fay.” I said, realising I meant it – realising that I actually did have some faith in Alice, that maybe I was building some trust in her after all, “Besides, she likes you.”

That was unnecessary.

One of his eyebrows raised, “She told you that?”

“Not in so many words, but yeah.”

He huffed out a breath, “She’s an odd one.”

“No arguments there.”

He leaned further into the mattress behind him, “So, to summarize, we’re already fucked; it’s already morphed into yet another love triangle?”

I swallowed, “Seems that way.”

“Record speed that.” Shaking his head, he eyed me up, “Will you be alright?”

“Yeah I’ll be fine.” Somewhere along the way the lies came easier.

It crossed my mind that this was eerily similar to how my last two relapses began; with the small untruths growing larger, snowballing into massive, monstrous lies.

I should be worried, I should want to break the pattern before I spiral further.

But instead I found comfort in it, wanting to spiral out of control, knowing where that leads.

Knowing the relief it will bring.

More self loathing filled me like foul sludge, settling in my gut as I felt a sense of acceptance wash over me; this is who I am as a person, and I can never escape it.

So why even bother fighting it?

“Can I have some of that?” I heard myself say as I reached for Mat’s bottle, taking it out of his hand to down several large gulps, attempting to ward off my intrusive thoughts.

Mat was frowning at me as I drank, coming to his own conclusions about what was going through my head, “You caught some feelings for the bird too then?”

You can say that.

“Yeah.” I breathed as the amber liquid warmed my throat.

The laugh that came from Mat was borderline hysteric, “We go on one bloody date with her, and here we are – right back to square one… Absolutely fucking ridiculous.” He took the bottle back off of me in order to also down a questionable amount – and suddenly the bottle was done for. 

Sure, it was one date, but we’d both been around her for a month now, watching her, wanting her, being enthralled by whatever spell she’d put on us.

At least I’d had the privilege of fucking her brains out the past week.

After Mat tossed the empty bottle to the side, we sat in silence for a long moment.

He’s got a crush on her.

My heart was tearing in half, sharp talons of fear scraping all along my back.

She’s interested in him, attracted to him.

Yet numbness was wrapping around me like a warm and cosy blanket on a cold winter's night.

I was also confused, not quite sure how my intentions had turned so selfish, so manipulative.

I fucking hate myself.

“You’ve been acting differently lately, and I can’t tell if that’s good or bad, but bring me back into the loop when you can, yeah?”

His words startled me, coming out of nowhere in our deep silence.

“This tour’s just a bit longer than usual, I’m knackered.” 

More lies.

Pushing myself back to my feet, some of the numbness momentarily released, letting guilt and worry crawl back under my skin.

“Will you be alright?” I asked the sprawled, defeated looking man on the floor in front of me.

The smile he gave me wasn’t convincing, “Yeah of course, I always bounce back.”

I sucked on my teeth, wanting to scream – wanting so badly to do better than this, but not knowing how right now.

Not while I was falling apart myself.

“Alright. See you tomorrow then.” Is all I said, like the fucking prick I am, before I stalked off.

“Turn off the light, will you?”

“Sure.” I flicked the lightswitch next to the exit.

“Ta, mate.”

The moment the door latched shut behind me, my hands started to shake from the bone deep disappointment I felt in myself.

I looked towards my room, where my dear, sweet Alice was sleeping, willing my feet to move in its direction. I wanted so badly to just disappear in her comfort, but I couldn’t do it, couldn’t allow myself that peace, that joy.

Instead I walked the opposite direction, through the fire exit, ascending the steps to the rooftop that I had so lovingly planned out for us. Laying down, I covered myself in several blankets, the night's chill having crept in during the several hours we haven’t been here. My eyes quickly settled on the smiley in the sky that Alice had pointed out right before our date derailed, and I wanted to cry, to mourn the hopes and dreams I had for us.

It was as if we were destined to fail, the universe working against us at every turn, like I couldn’t seem to make a single good decision when it came to her.

Or maybe we were just too broken, like chipped teacups; our sharp edges cutting each other as we drank.

Whatever the reason for everything turning to shit, I couldn’t stand it.

Images from my dream began to flicker in my mind's eye, of Fay’s face hovering over mine as she tried to drown me, which led me to do something I hadn’t allowed myself to do in a very long time.

Fishing the phone out of my pocket, I started scrolling down my list of messages. I scrolled and I scrolled, for quite some time, as the chat I was searching for had been pushed far down the list by now, until the name of the devil herself appeared on my screen.

I paused, knowing how hard it had been for me to stop reading our chat log several times a day, not wanting to fall back into old habits.

I’m already knee deep in old habits, I might as well dive right in.

As soon as I opened the chat my emotions from months ago came bubbling up. They weren’t sharp and all-consuming like they were back then, but I still felt a duller version of them, the cousin of their pure form.

Most of them were negative, but somewhere in there I could defect positive emotions as well. Not love by any means, but some part of me still cared about her, still didn’t want her dead, and still – for some unknown reason – wished things could have turned out differently for us.

“Fay: Please pick up”

“Fay: I’ve never loved anyone like I love you”

“Fay: I’m so fucking sorry please”

“Fay: Please answer”

There were so many messages like this – 43 to be exact, pleading, begging me to hear her out, to forgive her. I would stare at them, feeling the full range of emotions they elicited – be pushed to get high from them – but I never responded.

The messages kept coming for months, and when I thought they’d finally stopped, another one came through, breaking my heart all over again.

“Fay: How am I supposed to live my life without my best friend?”

And then the final one, a week later, which is where they came to an end.

“Fay: I will always love you with my entire being, and I will always be just a phone call away, so never hesitate to reach out. Remember that soulmates are eternal.”

The last sentence still felt like shackles around my ankles, despite having given up on the concept of soulmates by now. I almost bled out from the wounds she left me with, and now my heart is made entirely of scar tissue.

For the millionth time I considered deleting the chat history, to finally rid myself of this catalogued museum of pain, but as I stared at the delete button the unthinkable happened.

“Ah, fuck.” I muttered as the phone connected with my face, having dropped it right on my nose while using it laying down. Fumbling to get a proper hold on it, I was struck with the sensation of falling backwards as I looked at the screen.

“Oli: Hi”

My heartbeat was pounding in my ears as realisation settled in.

Somewhere between dropping it and getting it back into my hands I must have accidentally pressed one of the auto response options.

I bolted upright into a sitting position.

“Fuck!”

My loud outburst caused a flock of birds to flee a nearby tree.

Instantly I began trying to unsend the message, hoping it would let me, but my phone started buzzing as I clutched it.

‘Incoming call: Fay’ It read

Instinctively I swiped it away, hating myself for never having been able to block her, but she was already typing.

“Fay: Oli, hi dear”

“Fay: I saw you in Vegas, you were incredible but you always are”

It was hard to wrap my head around the fact that she was still going to my shows – and why was she talking to me like we’re friends, like she never destroyed me?

She’s still obsessed with me.

I should be repulsed, I should feel unease at the fact that my ex was essentially still stalking me. Yet, for some inexplicable reason the thought brought me joy, made me feel special.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I heard the sound of the door opening behind me, and in my panicked state I shoved the phone under one of the pillows, hoping my shameful thoughts would be shoved away with it.

“Can I join you?”

Craning my neck, I saw Alice standing by the door, looking dishevelled and sleepy, rubbing her arms to stay warm.

My heart melted at the sight of her, easing me away from the mountain of unresolved issues hiding under the plush pillow next to me.

“Of course.” I responded under my breath, hoping I could force my pulse to settle before she nestled into me – hoping she wouldn’t notice the fucked up state I’m in.

The warmth of her against my body felt beyond incredible, reminding me further of what a piece of shit I am.

“Are you okay?” She whispered.

For a split second I considered being honest, not wanting to break the emotional and mental bond we’ve managed to establish so far. Wanting desperately to be open and honest with her around every corner, around every bend.

“Yeah, just another nightmare. Thought I’d come up here and enjoy the night some more.”

I felt myself being pulled further into the void, down the spiral that leads to all the wrong places and dead ends.

After a beat she asked a question she’d asked me before, one I wished I could have answered the first time, but we’d been interrupted.

“Want to tell me about them?”

She wanted to know more about the tender parts of me, to gently touch on my sore spots. I should be overjoyed, knowing that’s the path to the type of relationship I want with her, yet I couldn’t bring myself to go there right now.

“Can we talk about it another time? I just want to rest if that’s alright.”

The already deep disappointment I harboured within myself dug its nails in deeper still.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” 

She sounded so worried, clearly sensing my disconnect.

But there was nothing I could do tonight besides hold her close, and hope the comfort I was stealing from her would help me see tomorrow with more clarity.

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Sneak peek of a WSTW one-shot fic about the aftermath of Sonic Frontiers (Final Horizons in mind) coming this week ;)

"This is a little unfair, don't you think?" he protested. "You need this, too, but you shouldn't have to do it all yourself."

"It's fine," Tails insisted. "I can eat later. I just want you to take it easy."

"I want you to take it easy, too," Sonic pointed out, his tone easy and caring. "Just let me—"

"How about this," Tails cut in. "You eat what I got you. You take your medicine. Then I'll let you make me something."

"Hm. You drive a hard bargain." Sonic sniffed dramatically, making Tails giggle. "But fine."

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Hello and Welcome!

My name's Malloy, and you could say I like to write fanfiction about villainous older women. Find me on AO3!

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self-proclaimed captain of the rowboat that is Imogen Temult/Otohan Thull.

Main fic: Let Me Lay Waste to Thee (in which I give them the CritRole equivalent of a force bond). Spin-off series: Won’t You Lay Hands on Me (it's just smut and tension and the dreaded feelings), which expounds on Let Me for funsies while I write the big sequel. A few canon-adjacent one-shots, my favorite being A Dance With Danger (basically, 'what if Otohan attended the Chandei Quorum masquerade in Jrusar?')

Liliana Temult/Otohan Thull: the Moon Moms AU, an ongoing series of family-centric one-shots in which Liliana and Otohan share a history and raise Imogen together, detailing all the intricacies and difficulties that entails.

Stray Gods

Grace/Athena; specifically Restraint (but oh, to dream) (it's just smut) and a slow burn long fic that I have in the works.

Grace/Persephone; specifically Sing for Me (it's also just smut).

The Horizon Series

Aloy/Tilda van der Meer; most notably: Prometheus Bound.

Gen stuff: Silga and Untalla

Ship stuff: Regalla/Nasadi.

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