#no stripes on her uniform unfortunately

[saenari]

soft puppy ♱

au : sent to me by a lovely request ,, basically ellie is oblivious to ur crush on her so she flirts w other ppl cuz she doesn’t think u like her n then … u get the gist but read n find out hehe …

cw : fem reader x ellie williams , ellie is a smoker , fingering , reader is described as having long hair , international lowercase ! there is smut in this one !! smut w a plot ! also pet names ! not proofread sorry forgive me .

wc : 2.7k ♡

౨ৎ you worked at a small local coffee shop , with around three other workers who you periodically saw throughout the week . you didn’t care much for working , but you did like the pay . you were also grateful that since it was a small local shop , you didn’t have a uniform .

౨ৎ you never took much mind about your coworkers , they were a distraction , and besides , you were too busy with your mind on school and other silly things . that was , until you saw her .

౨ৎ she had short auburn hair , that she ruffled out of the way of her face as she used her slender fingers to tie half of it up into a ponytail . she had a slender but muscular figure , and lots and lots of tattoos . did i mention the most dreamy emerald eyes ever ? you were totally , unbelievably in love with this woman .

౨ৎ when she came over to you and told you she’d be working in the coffee shop , you almost passed out . you were so happy that you could barely mutter an “okay” before you turned around and busied yourself with making a coffee for some woman at the front .

౨ৎ during your break , you went into the bathroom to look in the mirror and fix your hair . you started at your cute striped blue and white sweater and denim shorts , both of which you had thrifted and were actually quite proud of . the coffee shop got super cold really easily , so you were still a bit chilly as you grabbed a small white brush from your bag and started brushing through your hair .

౨ৎ you looked down at your shoes and socks . some old white adidas shoes with white frilly socks . you looked back up at the mirror before applying some lip tint , and then someone walked in . it was her ! the girl from before .

౨ৎ “hey , sorry . don’t mean to interrupt .” she says as she washes her hands in the sink . “uh. no problem.” you say , as you grab your bag and walk out of the restroom .

౨ৎ a few weeks had passed since that moment . you always watched ellie from afar , but whenever she came close it was like you were a babbling incoherent ball of nerves . it was so horrible , because you had never felt this way with a crush you had ever had before her .

౨ৎ you tried your best to stay calm , but unfortunately for you , you couldn’t talk to the girl without blushing profusely at her stupid three word sentences . you knew it was dumb , really , how childish you were acting . “god, why am i being so crazy ? just talk to her !” you told yourself mentally .

౨ৎ you looked around for ellie , who you unfortunately spotted right next to a who you recognized . she was an extremely attractive girl named dina who you had worked with for a few months before ellie showed up . ellie was clearly having a very in depth conversation with her , as she was chatting animatedly to dina . you saw them and it made your heart ache , as you wished you could talk that easily to ellie .

౨ৎ ellie leaned in towards dina to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear , and you felt your heart sink even more . “seriously , her ?” you thought to yourself . sure , dina was pretty , but she could also be bitchy at points . you should know , you worked with her for almost a year . you tried to brush it off , but no matter how much you wanted , whenever ellie and dina talked it made you angry beyond belief . it was like nails on a chalkboard every time you overheard them talking .

౨ৎ you decide that it’s time to start getting close to ellie . you don’t want her to go off to some other girl without you ever even getting to meet her or see what goes on in that inevitably beautiful little mind of hers .

౨ৎ one night , after you and ellie are giving the task of closing up , you decide to make your move . you approach ellie as you and her walk out , and mutter a small “so , we haven’t really talked much even though we’ve been working together pretty long … seems about time we get to know each other , right ?” you were so surprised how easily the words came off your tongue after about a month of just stuttering at her . you hear the words roll off your tongue like a stranger .

౨ৎ “hey , yeah . i’d love that.” ellie says as she pulls out a cigarette and a lighter . she lights the cigarette and puts it up to her mouth , taking a long inhale and exhaling the smoke , which floats away all pretty and swirly in the breeze . “sorry , did you want some ?” ellie says , looking at you with that piercing gaze .

౨ৎ “oh , um , sure .” you weren’t a smoker by any means , but you weren’t exactly thinking in the situation . you inhaled the cigarette before exhaling and then coughing a bit . “god , that is nasty . how do you smoke that crap ?” you say aloud before realizing . “haha , you know , i’m not sure . i just kinda … like it i guess .” she says as she exhales more gray whirls of smoke .

౨ৎ you couldn’t believe it . here you were , having an actual fucking conversation with this girl . ellie . ellie williams . ellie sofuckinghot williams . you looked up at her . “so … i know we don’t know each other that well , but would you like to maybe go out sometime ?” you say , smiling . again was that sensation that it wasn’t you talking . who was this new personality that inhabited your soul ?

౨ৎ “oh , yeah ! sure .” ellie says . she starts to walk to her car . “as friends , right ? see you !” she says before hopping into her car , slamming the door and driving off . you stand there , mouth agape . what the fuck ? that could not have been clearer that was a date . you stand there in disbelief before walking to your car and getting in . you mentally hit yourself in the head over and over . “cmon , seriously ellie ? is she slow or something ?” you think to yourself maybe she already has a girlfriend , but something told you she did not .

౨ৎ meanwhile , ellie mulls over the conversation in her bedroom , while polishing her guitar . “she didn’t mean like , a date right ? no way . she couldn’t have …” she thinks to herself . “it’s better this way , that way i don’t actually think she likes me and make a fool out of myself . seriously … there’s no way that was a date right ? i mean … just as friends …” she talks aloud to herself as her voice trails off . she sighs and rubs the bridge of her nose . “fuck…” she says aloud .

౨ৎ that night , for both of you , is filled with sighs from ellie and sobs from you into your pillow . goddamnit , if only the two of you could see !

౨ৎ the next day at work was a friday , and you decided to come in late . when you walk in , you see ellie . “fuck me .” you think to yourself . “of course she’s fucking here .” you work around her all day , not wanting to say another word to her .

౨ৎ ellie is completely oblivious to your upset feelings , and still thinks that there was no way a girl like you could want to ask a girl like her out on a date . there was just no way . she told herself that over and over throughout the entire day .

౨ৎ friday evening , you approach ellie , ready to give her a piece of your mind . “ellie , be truthful with me here . i don’t want to go out as just friends , so if that’s what you want , tell me . because i’m not looking at you as just a friend material .” ellie is shocked . she’s in disbelief . “fuck , it was a date ?” she thinks to herself . “i- i just - it’s complicated a bit -” she stutters to you . “fine , ellie . i don’t have it in me to be rejected by you tonight . see you monday , i guess .” you start to walk away before you hear her voice call “wait !” you turn around as she says “come back , please ..” you oblige , wanting to see what this will turn into .

౨ৎ she looks down at her beaten up converse . “how was i supposed to know that you like me …?” she says , still not able to meet your eyes . she wanted to blame you for this , because if she admitted to not knowing , it made her look like an idiot . “excuse me ?” you say . “it was completely and blatantly obvious i had a crush on you . are you kidding me ?” you say back . “okay , okay , listen . im sorry . just … can you please forgive me ? i do like you . i want to get to know you better .” you blush as you look down at your hands . “yeah … i can .” you say . “let me take you home , please ?” ellie says as she gestures to her car . this isn’t exactly how you’d imagined or even planned getting with ellie , but you wanted to see where this would go .

౨ৎ she holds the door open to the passenger seat for you and then gets in to drive you home . except , she definitely does not have any plan to take you back to your house . instead , she takes you back to her apartment . “do you mabye wanna … come in and hang out ?” she rubs the back of her neck nervously . “yes … i do .” you say .

౨ৎ once you two are in her apartment , you look around at how she decorated the place . it’s very cozy , with posters and pictures all over the walls . it’s a new place , which looks very modern and nice . you feel safe there .

౨ৎ ellie puts a hand on the back of your neck before placing another one on the small of your back . “cmere , lemme kiss you ?” before you could even respond , you find yourself in a passionate kiss as you grab the back of ellie’s neck , pulling her closer towards you . “needy already ? alright , i can work with that .” she says , smiling at you .

౨ৎ soon you find yourself and ellie on the couch , with her on top of you , hands by each side of your head . ellie starts to slowly unbutton your shorts as you cup the side of her face , still leaning in towards the kiss . ellie slowly pulls the zipper from your shorts down . she looks at your underwear , white with hearts . if you had known that you would be doing this tonight , you would’ve worn something better . “cute…” she smiles to herself as she mutters under her breath . she slides your shorts down , still pursuing your lips in the steamy kiss .

౨ৎ her hands stroke down your abdomen as they end up at the waist of your underwear . “can i ?” ellie asks , looking at you . “yes , please , do .” you say as you exhale heavily . ellie pulls your underwear and shorts down , tossing them to the side to worry about later . she looks down at you . “you’re really pretty , bun . you know that ?” she says as she pulls you up a bit , changing positions so you are laying with your back to her chest as she places one firm hand on your waist .

౨ৎ her hand trails down , finding it’s way in between your legs . you feel her finger slide along your slick , before finding its way to the small bundle of nerves . she would never neglect your pearl . she traces small circles along the sensitive bud as she whispers into your ear . “shh , i got you . just relax .” she moves her finger slowly and gently , which drives you insane . you let out small whimpers as she continues .

౨ৎ you softly grab her forearm as she moves her fingers further down . she quickly moves a finger inside you , feeling your gummy walls tighten beneath her . “ellieeee…” you moan out . “it’s okay , just tell me if it’s too much and i’ll stop .” she whispers into your ear . she moves her finger , hitting that spot in the back of you that made you moan out . without any warning she slides another finger inside you . she softly moves her fingers in and out , giving you just enough pressure and friction to feel amazing .

౨ৎ you whine softly as she continues to pound into you , going faster and rougher . she wanted to hear you beg and scream for it , but she didn’t know how much you could take . “cmon bun , lemme hear you .” she says as she moves her fingers outside of you again to tease your puffy clit . “ellie … please don’t stop .” you whimper , unable to say more . “that the best you got ?” she says as she keeps trailing circles around your small bud . “thought i told you i wanted to hear you beg for it .” you mutter something along the lines of begging , and that seemed to be good enough for ellie .

౨ৎ she moves her two fingers back inside you . she moves them into you for a few minutes while softly muttering praises into your ear . “you can cum whenever you want , pup .” she says, reaching up under your shirt to palm at your tit. you definitely didn’t need her to say that twice , as it took only a few more seconds for you to finish all over her fingers .

౨ৎ she moves her fingers slowly as you cover her hand in milky white , she doesn’t waste a second bringing her fingers up to her mouth so she could taste you . she whispers in your ear . “you were so good for me …” she grabs your own panties from the couch and slides them back on you , muttering apologies as you winced from still being sensitive . “do you want to spend the night here ?” she whispers softly to you . “yes …” you trail off .

౨ৎ she helps you get into bed , bringing you some water and then giving you one of her band tees to sleep in . you feel her come up behind you in her bed , wrapping her arms around your waist . she kisses the back of your neck before saying, “i hope we can do this again .” you mutter something like a goodnight to her, and then you’re out . it had been such a long day that you didn’t have any energy left in you .

౨ৎ the next day you woke up to ellie still sleeping next to you . “so , what are we gonna do today ?” you ask her . “she gets up and smiles at you . “whatever you want , pretty girl .”

♡ OKAYYY that’s it for this fic i’m sorry it was better in my head n tbh like … this fic is lowkey really fucking bad um ,, i feel like i didn’t do as good of a job writing the smut as i wanted hopefully u guys like it ahahahahshsh ,,, i have some more ideas i think u guys will like better but i’m rushed to put out smut on this account to keep it growing ,, okay that’s it i love you all ! ♡

[ladykailitha]

Not All That Glitters is Gold Part 12

Well, this story is complete. I finished it on Friday and will be fully uploaded in two weeks. With chapters 14/15 next week on the 31st and 16/17 on April 7th.

This has been one hell of a ride. I never thought I would ever do omegaverse. But this one just demanded to be written.

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Eddie takes Steve shopping and they go the Grammy's.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8 Pt 9 Pt 10 Pt 11

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Steve loved shopping. It was his favorite thing in the world. He especially loved it when he went with Chrissy or Robin or sometimes even both. But he was finding out that shopping with Eddie was special.

“I’m going to rock your world, sweetheart,” Eddie murmured when they entered the shop.

It was all high end, naturally. But it was the type of stuff Steve would have bought for himself back in high school.

“Eddie...” he whined a little.

It was sweet, it really was. But he couldn’t wear the ‘uniform’ of a omega housewife. Not anymore.

“Just wait, darlin’,” Eddie whispered, “it’s gonna be good.”

Just then a man came over. He was short, barely 5’5”. He had warm brown skin and silver hair.

“Hello, loves,” he said, voice as warm as his skin tone. His accent was the vaguely British of someone who had lived in the United States for a long time.

“Hello,” Eddie greeted, kissing him on each cheek. “Steve, this is Raj. Raj, this is Steve Harrington, he’s a Starcourt omega.”

Raj clasped his hands together. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Steve.”

Eddie turned to Steve. “Raj is a professional stylist. He’s dressed me for many an event and he’s going to help you find your style.”

Steve smiled at him. Because of course Eddie was only trying to help and not make him feel inferior about liking a style that he couldn’t wear.

“Come on, love,” Raj said, “tell me what you like.”

And so Steve did just that.

They spent the afternoon trying on several different combinations and styles that Steve felt like he was a runway model to the crowd of one.

Eddie sat on a big, white, overstuffed armchair and made comments on everything Steve tried on.

Three hours later, Steve was walking out of the store in a navy blue striped polo and tight fitted jeans and several bags filled with clothes of a similar style.

Steve laughed when he exited the shop, twirling around with his bags. Just so happy.

Xander took the bags from Steve and put them in the trunk of the car to keep the bags from going flying.

Eddie pulled him in for a kiss.

“God, you are so gorgeous when you’re happy,” he murmured into Steve’s neck.

Steve hummed. “Well, it’s a good thing that the thing that makes me happiest is you, huh?”

Eddie looked up at him with a tender smile. “Back attcha, big boy.”

Steve wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.

“Will I get to see you before the Grammy’s on Sunday?” he asked, softly.

Eddie sighed. “Unfortunately not. I have so many interviews and shit that I just won’t have time.”

“That’s okay. I still have other work I’ve got scheduled this week.”

Eddie kissed him deeply. “You have fun, babe and I’ll see you on Sunday.”

“Bye.”

Eddie watched as the car pulled away from the curb. He had gotten to meet both Robin and Xander, the two people tasked with keeping Steve safe and he found that he loved them both.

And that fact settled one of the worries in his chest about Steve, knowing that his boy was being looked after properly when he wasn’t around.

****

“Troy’s coming,” Robin said, “I’m not asking, I’m telling you.”

Steve glared at her. “He’s creepy.”

“He’s really not,” she defended. “He’s very protective of the omegas in his care and I need a second pair of eyes on you tonight.”

“I don’t see why,” Steve said rolling his eyes. “I’ve done hundreds of events with only one handler in the past. What makes tonight so special?”

“The press.”

Steve huffed. “I literally when to an event for the press with Nancy, how is this any different?”

“Because these aren’t the civilized press, Steve,” Robin said menacingly. “These are the vultures. The bottom of the barrel. Sleazy, gasping, horrible people who will judge you, seek to tear you down, and humiliate you.”

Steve let out a long sigh. “Fine.”

“Thank you.” She kissed his cheek. “Eddie has his own security, but they’ve been coordinating with Troy and me all week. What’s your signal for needing to get out quick?”

“Moving my clutch from my left hand to my right,” he said.

She nodded. That was a good signal. Steve liked his right hand free to shake hands with people.

“What’s your signal if you need to get away from the alpha?” she asked next.

“I take out my earrings,” he dutifully replied.

Again, not something Steve would normally do, so she nodded.

“The code word to get both of you away from someone who is harassing one or both of you is ‘caveat’.”

“As in ‘one of the caveats for dating an escort is to be understanding when something work related comes up’?”

Robin grinned. “Perfect. All right, we’re good to go.”

Steve grabbed his black clutch and matching shawl. It was February in California, but it was still February.

He draped the shawl over his shoulders and walked out to the car.

Troy and Robin got into a white SUV with Troy at the wheel.

Steve slid into his car to find a waiting Eddie.

“Well this is a surprise,” he cooed, sliding up to press himself against his boyfriend’s side.

Eddie chuckled, lifting his arm to wrap around his shoulders. “Benefits of properly courting you, darlin’. Management is letting me know where you live. Ish.”

“Ish?” Steve asked, scenting along Eddie’s jaw.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “The windows were tinted so I don’t know exactly where we are, but I know enough.”

“Ah.”

Yeah, that made sense.

“You look so pretty, baby,” Eddie said, changing the topic. “You look good enough to eat.”

Steve chuckled. “So do you.”

And he did. He was wearing a black suit coat with black rhinestones embroidered into the lapels, with a white button up shirt that decidedly not, tucked into a pair of black slacks. On his neck were several necklaces and chains and his wrists were covered in bangles and more chains.

He had a single earring in his left ear which was an upside down cross.

Steve was enraptured.

“This is all for you, baby doll,” Eddie murmured into Steve’s ear. “I rarely dress up for these things, but I wanted to look good for you.” His hand reached around to cup Steve’s ass. “Especially with you looking like sex on legs in that short dress.”

Steve chuckled. “You keep this up and we’re going end up torturing poor Xander’s ears by having sex back here.”

Eddie’s eyes blew wide. “Shit Stevie, if we didn’t have to be there at a specific time, I would absolutely hold you to that.” And he pulled Steve even closer to him so that the omega could feel the reaction to his words.

Steve couldn’t stop himself from scenting Eddie again.

“Did I tell you that thing the attracted me to you second to you being the sweetest thing,” he murmured, “was your scent?”

Eddie licked his lips. “Right back ya. Together we smell of Christmas.”

Steve giggled. “A little bit, yeah.”

Xander caught Steve’s eye in the rearview mirror and raised his eyebrow causing the omega to blush, ducking his head shyly.

Xander knew something that Robin didn’t as she couldn’t be in the car with him for things like this.

Despite a Starcourt escorts’ reputation for being sex pots, sex wasn’t allowed in the back of the car. Mainly because of the driver, but also because what they did was meant to be higher than just make outs in the back of a car.

It wasn’t a rule, like not giving out their personal number was a rule, but it was a guideline that Steve had adhered to almost religiously. So for him to even suggest jumping Eddie was completely out of character for him.

Eddie raised Steve’s head gently with his forefinger. “You look so pretty when you blush, baby, but there is nothing going on here that you need to be ashamed of, okay?”

Steve nodded.

Just then the car rolled to a stop, signaling that they had arrived at the red carpet.

Behind them Troy and Robin stepped out with Eddie’s two security members. All of them dressed in black suits and ties with pristine white button up shirts.

All of them pulled out their sunglasses and slid them on. Troy walked up to the door and opened it.

Eddie slid out first, waving to the crowd. Then he turned around and helped Steve get out of the car. Steve waved, too, then slipped his hand around Eddie’s arm.

“The first interview is with Vanity Fair, Kayla Brosnahan,” Troy murmured to them. “She’s very fashion orientated so she’ll ask about your clothes first.”

Steve nodded. He glanced at Eddie, who nodded.

They walked up to the beautiful alpha reporter in a long, slinky, red dress.

“Kayla, Vanity Fair,” she said to the cameraman, “here with Eddie Munson, frontman of Corroded Coffin who is up for three awards tonight, and Starcourt escort, Steve Harrington.”

She turned to them. “Wow! You two look absolutely stunning together. Who designed your clothes tonight?”

Steve smiled. “Omega designer, Lola Martinez and the jewelry is by St Giovanni.”

“Wow,” she breathed. “Those are some pretty big names. And how about you, Eddie? Who are you wearing tonight?”

“Jimmy Pantera.”

Jimmy was a known alternative style fashion designer. Chains, leather, denim, studs; basically the metal and grunge scene. What Eddie as wearing would have been very conservative for his collection.

“Very nice,” Kayla said. “I can see it now. Wow.” She turned to Steve. “Have you had any clients cancel on you because you’re being courted?”

Eddie bristled and was about to lay into her when Steve touched his elbow.

Steve batted his eyelashes with a simpering pout. “Oh, Kayla, you know all client information is confidential.” Kayla opened her mouth to say something snide, but Steve beat her to it. “Plus, I don’t kiss and tell. Not like a certain omega who’s been warming your bed.”

Suddenly she was sputtering and back tracking. “Eddie, you’re up for three awards tonight, what are your hopes for tonight?”

“Corroded Coffin and I are very happy to have been nominated for Best Metal Album, Album of the Year, and Single of the Year for ‘Hell’s Lookin’ Better Than Heaven’, but we were disappointed we weren’t nominated for more. Best Metal Performance is a prime example. Even though we made more money then any other touring band last year, we weren’t even considered.”

Again Kayla was forced to back track and try to start over but they had chosen that moment to move on. Kayla turned to her camera and made a slicing motion across her throat to tell him to stop taping.

All the interviews kept in the same vein. They would be chatty, ask about what they were wearing or who they were most excited to see perform and then drop shit like:

“Are you going to make Steve stop escorting once finish your courtship?”

To which Eddie replied, “I’m not so fragile that I need constant validation that my dick is big enough. Stevie is his own person and if he wants to keep working, why would I stop him?”

Followed by back pedaling and Steve and Eddie moving on.

Next asshole:

“Steve, are you angling for a bond to get out of being an escort?”

Steve and Eddie just blinked at him like he was too stupid for words. They just walked off.

Once Troy just moved them past an interviewer calling their name.

Steve looked down and a little behind him. “What was wrong with that one?”

“He’s been sexually harassing omegas that come through,” Troy muttered back. “Making lewd comments, making passes at them, touching them without their consent.”

Steve nodded and Eddie put a protective hand on his lower back. They made it through the gauntlet and into the Radio Music Hall.

They sat down at the table that already had the rest of the band and their plus ones and settled into enjoy the show.

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[hrryshoney]

gyno matty on a conference call presenting his work and she’s sitting between his legs with his dick in her mouth and she tries to pull some shit and he goes insanely mean dom on her afterwards…

omg leila… yes in every way imaginable! imagining this on a zoom while he’s working remote lol. (also mean dom💕💞💓) i feel like they hve established a safe word so do w that what u will

Matty’s in his home office, and you can hear the voices from his computer. He’s dressed nicely, no lab coat but something reminiscent of a uniform. His glasses are on and he looks highly professional. You, however, are anything but.

You’ve been horny for him all day, since he left you needy this morning. His mouth on your cunt, not letting you finish but promising you that he would later. He would if you were a ‘good girl’ for him, and you waited for him to finish his meeting. You’ve been rubbing your thighs together in bed, and then trying to distract yourself.

This evidently didn’t work, as now you’re standing outside his office and staring at him from the doorframe. His eyes glance towards you, offering you a smile and nothing more. When he all but ignores you, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

That’s how you got on your hands and knees and crawled towards him, and under his desk. That is also how you’ve been sitting under his desk, cock in your mouth for what feels like an eternity. Matty had turned his camera off when you did, trying to regroup and playing it off as internet issues.

He was stern with you, telling you to keep him warm and nothing else. That he would reward you if you listened. But the throb of your pussy is too much to ignore, and you keep shifting on your thighs. He’ll cast you a few looks now and again, none of them friendly. But other than that, you seemed to be invisible to him.

Your desperation got the better of you, taking your mouth off him to lick a stripe on the underside of his cock. You hear him falter as he speaks, a slight stutter. It makes you smile, knowing you can get him like this. You bob your head on him, spitting on his cock and making it as sloppy as you can.

Matty’s hand comes down under the desk, grabbing the back of your head and forcing the rest of his cock in your mouth. He keeps his hand there, but you purse your lips around him enough to swirl your tongue around his length. You hear his breath catch in his throat, and you know you’ve got him.

“Excuse me, I’m sorry. There’s a bit of an emergency in my house, can we reschedule the last part of this meeting?” From the strain of his voice, you know Matty’s on his last straw. You hear the ushering of other doctors. They’re all supportive, telling him to take his time, and that all this is trivial, it can wait. Matty must be well above respected in his field. But, what would his colleagues think if they could see you under the table with his cock in your mouth?

You hear him click on his keyboard, the room going silent. He’s left the call. Unfortunately for you, Matty looks mad. “Can’t be good for three fucking seconds? Always have to be a slut, huh?”

He’s rough, pulling from the roots of your hair so you look at him. You can’t help but smile, the corners of your mouth upturning. “I am being good for you, Doctor. I thought this was what you wanted?” You bait him, and he knows this. The poor on your lips, and wide round eyes. But, he falls for it every time.

“I know you’re too dumb to think when you’ve got my cock inside you, but I thought you were at least a little smart. Guess I thought too much of a whore like you.” Matty grabs your jaw roughly, surely leaving bruises. “Open your fucking mouth.”

You oblige, now wouldn’t be the best time for a snarky remark. He presses his thumb down on your tongue, making you gag slightly. When he removes his hand he spits directly in your mouth You swallow without second thought.

“Shouldn’t let you cum. Should just fuck your mouth, leave you here all wet and achey. S’what you deserve.” Your whines are immediate, you’re shaking your head and protesting his words.

“N-no please, Doctor Healy. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. Just needed you, and I’ve needed you all morning. Please.” Your bottom lip wobbles, and you really could cry. You’ve been so needy all day. All you want is Matty. He doesn’t seem to care though when he scoffs.

He pumps his dick in his hand, smearing the pre-cum down his length and then tapping it on your bottom lip. “Don’t start with your tears, Princess. It meant nothing to you when I was in my meeting, huh? My job’s important, can’t just fuck you all day.” He pushes his cock into your mouth, watching your lips stretch around him. When you moan, he knows you like what you hear.

His degradation is making you squeeze your thighs together, squirming in place on your knees. “Bet you wish I could stay home and stuff you full all day. You’d be so happy, right? Little girl whose only responsibility is taking my dick.” He slaps your face, only allowing you to pull back when you gag around him. There’s tears streaming down your face now, and Matty’s smiling.

Matty pulls you off of him, lifting you up to face level to whisper in your ear. “If you’re crying now.. I’m scared for you, baby. Not even started with you yet, and you’re moaning like a bitch.” And he shoves you back onto your knees.

[son1c]

turbulence? no way!

falling stars fic masterpost

Gunfire illuminated the room. Omega's shots were wild, and his bullets flew everywhere. They ricocheted off the walls, floor, and ceiling, and they shattered the empty pods lined up against the back wall. They turned the computer console in the middle of the floor into swiss cheese. They almost hit Rouge, but her reflexes were better than the robot's aim, and she managed to dive behind a bulky generator before anything bad could happen to her.

She started thinking about what she could do to stop the robot's rampage.

Sonic wasn't thinking about that at all though. He was too preoccupied with dodging Omega's shots to worry about it. He spent all of his brainpower on his jumps. Jump onto a wire, jump down to the floor, jump behind a metal box. Anything to avoid getting punched full of holes. His expression was troubled, but not because of the dire situation he was currently in; he was worried about Omega.

"If I'd known about this ice cold reception, I would've brought a jacket!" Sonic quipped in between machine gun rounds.

"A JACKET WOULD NOT SAVE YOU FROM MY WRATH," Omega said, his heavy metal arms clicking as his weapons reloaded. "NOW STAND STILL SO THAT I MAY REPLACE YOUR BONES WITH LEAD."

Sonic didn't stop moving. He was zigzagging his way closer to Omega, careful to avoid the robot's frenzied gunfire. However, right as he was about to leap onto Omega's shoulders, the robot managed to miss a shot so badly that it flew three feet over Sonic's head and pierced the base of the pod that Shadow was sleeping in.

Sonic pulled a 180 immediately. He heard the hatch unlock before he saw it start to open. His feet slipped on the liquid that drained out of the pod in a waterfall of green slime, but he kept going, scraping his claws against the slick floor stubbornly. Shadow blinked awake a second later. The dark hedgehog pushed open the hatch and looked over at Omega, but before he could take a step toward him, Sonic snatched him and they both rolled behind the computer console together.

Then, Shadow sat up. Despite the stressful situation he suddenly found himself in, his month long nap had left him feeling good, and so it was with a clear mind that he took in his surroundings. But it didn't last long. With one look at Sonic, his headache returned. "Blue?" he said, the name sounding almost hesitant as he voiced it. Like he wasn't sure if the hedgehog in front of him was really his friend or not.

"Hey, Stripes," Sonic said. "Sorry I’m late. But here, I got something that'll make it up to you!" He removed the inhibitors from his wrists, grabbed Shadow's hand, and pressed the rings into his palm. Then, he grinned. "Unfortunately, Egghead turned out to be a quack. The good news is he was lying about everything, not just the good stuff!"

Shadow stared at Sonic. He stared at him very hard. "What happened to you?" he asked quietly.

Sonic's grin didn't waver. "Well, for starters, I got a job. The uniform kicked, but that's about it."

Shadow frowned. "Your eyes," he pressed. "They're glowing."

"Heh. I guess I finally thought about it hard enough!" Sonic rubbed his nose. Under his hand, his grin faded. "Look," he said, pressing the rings firmly into Shadow's hand with both of his own, "I'm still me. The doc tried to change that, but I couldn't stand it. Following him around was way past boring!"

Shadow looked down at their clasped hands, and the rings pressed in between them. He ignored them completely. With his voice steeped in frustration, he asked, "The Doctor stripped you of your free will?"

"Technically," Sonic said, a little uncomfortable now, "he didn't strip me of anything. He gave me a new leg, and force fed me some code. I'm not gonna thank him for that, though, since it was all a bunch of pro-Ivo propaganda!"

A coil of anger burned in Shadow's chest like a snake. "He won't go unpunished," Shadow said darkly. It hurt him to think that Sonic had suffered because of his own eagerness to take Eggman's hand. And Sonic's laissez faire attitude only served to fuel his vengeful heart.

Sonic watched the fire in Shadow's eyes burn with concern. "It's okay, dude. There's no need to keep your foot on the gas. All that's gonna do is run us in circles." The blue hedgehog smiled. It was a peace offering. "I dunno about you, but I'd rather take the fast track to freedom, and leave this place behind."

The viper in Shadow's chest continued to hiss and spit. He wouldn't let go of his grudge so easily. However, when he saw a hint of tiredness flicker behind Sonic's electric eyes, he resolved to put a pin in it. For later.

Finally, Shadow snapped the inhibitor rings onto his wrists. His headache vanished. The bubbles in his blood cooled. He let out a breath, feeling truly centered for the first time since waking up in the crater all that time ago. With a small nod, he said sincerely, "Thank you."

Sonic's eyes softened. His smile got warmer. "Don't mention it," he said. "Besides, it's not like Mr. Ivo was gonna make good on his promise." Sonic's expression shifted to something in between annoyance and relief. "I'm just glad that lady showed up when she did. Without her, who knows what would've happened!"

"Are you boys talking about little old me?"

Sonic and Shadow looked up. Towering over the computer console, they saw Omega staring down at them with Rouge on his shoulder. She had her legs crossed and a smug look on her face. "The name's Rouge, by the way," she said. "While you two were having your reunion, I took care of the problem. Omega here is on our side now. You're welcome."

"BLUE HEDGEHOG," Omega said, "THE BAT HAS INFORMED ME OF YOUR DEFECTIVE HARDWARE. I HAVE UPDATED YOUR STATUS TO 'ALLY.' DO NOT EXPECT AN APOLOGY FOR MY PREVIOUS ATTEMPTS TO EXTERMINATE YOU."

Sonic's eyebrow twitched at Omega's comment about his hardware. The way he saw it, him taking orders from Eggman was the real bug in his system. But Omega's bluntness wasn't intended as a means to aggravate him, and Sonic recognized that. It was just a shield to deflect from his feelings.

"It's cool," Sonic said. "It's my fault for draggin' my feet, anyway. When I got zapped by that Build-A-Robot machine, I stopped thinkin' about why I'd come here. It made me forget all about it--about Stripes, and about you. And it took awhile for me to remember." Sonic stood. Then, he winked at Omega. "Thanks for waiting up."

"I HAVE REMOVED WAITING FROM MY EXECUTABLES. NEXT TIME, I WILL BRING THE WHOLE BUILDING DOWN."

Sonic laughed. "If it's another bad guy's lair, I say go for it!"

Shadow, now standing, added, "You'd be doing the world a favor."

Rouge said, "Well, this heist turned out to be a total bust. I looked everywhere, but couldn't find a single gem!" She tapped her nails on Omega's shoulder. Then, her mouth tilted upwards. "But at least I won't be walking away empty handed. This makes us a team, boys!"

Sonic's ear twitched. He turned his head toward the door, but there was nothing there.

Shadow asked, "Hear something, hedgehog?"

Sonic said, "Nah. Must've been my imagination."

Rouge hopped down from Omega's shoulder. With her hands on her hips, she gestured at the door with one of her wings. "Let's beat it. As long as we're here, the deck's stacked against us. I'd rather not give Eggy any more leverage than he already has!"

With that, the four of them left the (now severely damaged) basement stasis room. Omega nearly went ballistic when he saw the buzzy bomber waiting for them in the hallway, but Sonic was quicker on the draw than him, and explained, "Think about it! You defied your programming, right? What's stopping the rest of Egghead's robots from carving their own paths too?"

Omega wasn't happy about it, but he had to admit that Sonic had a point. He stared intensely at the buzzy bomber hiding in Sonic's quills. His red eyed gaze was daring it to prove Sonic wrong. But it stayed there, its mandible slowly opening and closing as if to say, Truce?

Omega lowered his arm cannons. "THIS IS ACCEPTABLE. BUT THE ICE ON WHICH YOU SKATE IS THIN."

Immediately, the wasp robot perked up. It chittered smartly, and it took every ounce of Omega's willpower to not start blasting. Sonic snickered.

Then, the group continued on through the basement with Sonic leading the way. It wasn't long before they reached the lift. After piling into it, they began the long ascent to the ground floor of the facility. Thankfully, the levels came and went quickly. Sonic watched them pass by through the window, distracted.

The lift arrived at the ground floor of the Brain Bowl with a light ding. Everyone stepped out, except for Sonic, who was still staring out the window. The buzzy bomber tapped him on the forehead with one of its arms. Blinking, Sonic smiled apologetically at the wasp robot, and then followed everyone else out of the lift.

But he didn't get very far. After taking a few steps out into the hanger, he suddenly froze, and his eyes went wide.

Eggman said, "You didn't really think you'd be able to escape me that easily, did you, rodent?"

Sonic looked around, but Eggman wasn't there. He was hearing the voice in his head, projected from somewhere else, as a side effect of the botched de-Roboticization he'd experienced.

"I'm afraid I'm not done with you yet," Eggman continued. Sonic could practically hear the evil grin on his face. "Our confrontation is long overdue. I understand you're on your way out, so if you're in need of motivation, I've gathered your pathetic little friend here to watch your inevitable defeat!"

The doctor paused to cackle maniacally. The noise bounced around inside Sonic's skull like a twisted tennis ball.

"Better hurry. I can't guarantee its safety if you dawdle!"

Sonic was mad. Eggman had already wasted so much of his time, and now he was going to waste even more? The blue hedgehog scowled and turned around on his heel. He knew where Eggman was. It was like the coordinates had been beamed into his brain. However, before he could start moving toward it, he felt a hand grasp his shoulder.

It was Shadow. The dark hedgehog was looking at him with his usual serious expression, but there was a touch of concern in the way he pursed his lips. "The door is the other way," he said. "Now isn't the time for detours."

Sonic turned back around so he could face Shadow. "Something came up," he said vaguely. "I've gotta take care of it before we split. You go on ahead--I'll meet you guys outside."

Shadow folded his arms over his chest. "I won’t accept that. If you’re going after the Doctor, it won’t be alone.”

The voice of Eggman spoke in Sonic's head again. "Haven't you left yet? It's not like you to waste time, Sonic."

Scowling, Sonic shook his head. To Shadow, he said, "Take the badniks and get outta here. There's a stash of planes in the next building over. Should be on the first floor, just grab the one that looks like a manta ray--it's got the keys in the ignition."

"We're not leaving without you," Shadow said. "Whatever it is you're about to do--"

"Clock's ticking, Sonic," Eggman interrupted. "I wonder which part I should remove first? An antenna, perhaps?"

Sonic stepped away from Shadow. He ignored the looks Rouge and Omega gave him as he began to run toward the backdoor. "Just trust me," he called back over his shoulder. "And remember: first floor, manta ship. I'm countin' on you!"

Without stopping, Sonic kicked down the Brain Bowl's backdoor. He burst through the other side with a roll, and then jumped back up to his feet, still running. He was outside now, with his sights set squarely on the tall transmission tower at the far end of Scrap Brain Base. He weaved around commuting badniks and bounced over steel obstacles in his path, but it wasn't fast enough, he wasn't fast enough.

Eggman's voice came to him again. It was mocking him now. "Holding back at a time like this? Your limits must've changed since your fall if this is really your top speed!"

Sonic pushed himself harder. The red light at the top of the transmission tower peered down at him, a tiny dot in the sky, still so far away.

And then Eggman must've held the microphone up to the motobug, because Sonic heard it beep fearfully.

And he couldn't take it anymore.

After everything Eggman had put him through, after tricking him and Stripes into falling for his scheme, turning him into a robot, and making him do his bidding… Sonic went fast. Really, truly fast. So fast he rippled the air around him, and created a deafening boom so powerful it knocked out the power to the Base.

The gears ground to a halt and the badniks shuddered. Something in Sonic's head fizzled and popped, but he kept going, faster and faster.

He cleared the winding stairs of the transmission tower in the blink of an eye. He crashed through one of the top floor windows before another second could pass. The glass shattered, and fell in a flurry around him, but his quills kept him safe. Then, he rolled to the middle of the floor and uncurled, leaping up onto his feet with a scowl.

Because the power was down, it was dark inside of the transmission tower. Only the emergency lights were still functional, and they cast the whole room in an eerie red glow.

"Very impressive," Eggman said. Behind him, the motobug with the star on its head was parked. It shook like a leaf in the wind. "But now it's time for the final act," Eggman went on to say. "Honestly, I never expected you to stay under my thumb forever. One way or another, I knew you'd wriggle your way out of my control! Which is why I started working on something… something I'm sure you'll find quite familiar! Oh-ho-ho!"

Something heavy suddenly dropped down next to Sonic.

It was… Shadow?!

All of the fur on the back of Sonic's neck stood up. He took a step back, away from his friend. But it couldn't be his friend. It looked like him, but something was off. Wrong. The way its arms hung limply at its sides was uncanny. And when the thing lifted up its head to stare at Sonic, the blue hedgehog realized why.

The Shadow standing in front of him was a fake. Its eyes were a black screen, illuminated by two glowing orange irises. A copy, made by Eggman, presumably while the real Shadow had been fridged in the basement. Worst of all, it said nothing. It just stared at Sonic with that horrible, unnerving gaze.

Sonic said, "What kind of horror show are you runnin' here, doc?!"

"One powerful enough to take down even you!" Eggman replied haughtily. "This is it for you, Sonic. You'll soon find you've met your match with my Shadow Android!"

The Shadow Android shifted. Its arms no longer hung dead at its sides, and instead bent upwards, with its hands balled into fists. An attack position. It then shot forward, but Sonic sidestepped it easily. He had no interest in fighting the Shadow Android, because that was what Eggman wanted.

And he was sick of doing what Eggman wanted.

"Sorry, bolt brain," Sonic said, not sounding sorry at all, "but I ain't got time for a doppelganger deathmatch today! I've got a flight to catch!"

In a flash, Sonic ran behind Eggman and picked up his motobug friend. The Shadow Android followed after him, but Sonic was on his A-game now, and easily outsped the robot copy.

The emergency lights lit his path back to the window, and Sonic jumped out of it without looking back.

The Shadow Android, however, paused in front of the broken glass on the floor.

"What are you waiting for?" Eggman snapped. "After him!"

In the time it took Eggman to say that, Sonic had already made it back to the other end of Scrap Brain Base. He skidded to a halt on the runway in front of the manta ray ship, with Buggy held over his head. Shadow and Rouge turned to look at him.

"Nice of you to stop by, Blue," Rouge said. "You were right about the keys, but piloting an Eggman battleship is a little out of my wheelhouse. Omega was able to push this thing out of the garage, but that won't work for getting it off the ground, you know. So, unless you're saying you can fly it..."

Sonic grinned. "That's exactly what I'm saying!"

Shadow made a face. "You seem confident. Are you sure it's not unfounded?"

"Who knows! Maybe I used to fly planes. I've just got a good feeling about this!"

Shadow and Rouge looked at each other. Then, Shadow said, "We can't risk all of our lives--and all of these robot's lives--on a 'good feeling,' Blue."

Sonic's eyes sparkled, a little deviously. "You can if the feeling's good enough," he said. "Now hang on!"

After setting down the motobug, Sonic grabbed Shadow and Rouge by the arms, and carried them into the manta ship. When the motobug rolled in behind them, it tugged on the wire for the door, and the ship's hatch slammed shut.

Inside the ship, Omega was trying very hard to remain civil with the menagerie of badniks that had decided they'd rather kick it with Sonic than Eggman. He managed this by standing in the corner and facing the wall like he was in The Blair Witch Project.

The only badnik brave enough to get close to him was the buzzy bomber from the basement. It circled his head like a buzzard, but when Sonic passed them by on his way to the cockpit, the tinny voice of the wasp robot reassured him that everything was fine.

Omega loved compliments, after all.

Once they reached the cockpit, Sonic finally let Shadow and Rouge go. Irritated, Shadow began brushing himself off. He didn't appreciate being dragged through the hull of the ship like luggage.

Meanwhile, Rouge turned to Sonic and said, "Never. Ever. Do that again."

Sonic was examining the buttons and knobs on the ceiling of the cockpit. "Wouldn't'a done it without a good reason," he said. Then, still looking over the ship's controls, he pointed out the window. "See for yourself."

Shadow and Rouge looked out the window. Skating down the runway at a frightening pace was the Shadow Android. It had finally caught up to Sonic.

"Another trick of the Doctor's?" Shadow said, troubled by the sight of his robot doppelganger.

Sonic flipped a switch on the ceiling, and then sat down in the chair in front of the yoke. He grabbed it with both hands and said, "Whatever it is, it's not our problem anymore!"

The blue hedgehog eased forward on the yoke, his excitement showing on his face. Even though the manta ray ship was a prototype, Sonic knew it could still fly--Eggman wouldn't've bothered having him cart all that wiring over to the hanger while he was still a Robian if it couldn't.

"Got your seat belts fastened?" Sonic asked, obviously having way too much fun with this. "We're ready for takeoff!"

Shadow and Rouge gripped the back of the pilot's chair as the ship lurched forward. They watched as the Shadow Android continued to approach, almost on top of them now. But the manta ray accelerated quickly, and swallowed the fake hedgehog up underneath it. Then, the ship's wheels left the ground, and the manta ray lifted into the sky.

Through the clouds, everyone could see the ground, as well as Scrap Brain Base, quickly shrink into the distance.

Sonic let out a victory cheer. He didn't know that back at the transmission tower, Eggman had just tried and failed to contact him. It seemed as though the communicator in his head had broken along with the sound barrier during his earlier race to save the motobug.

Sonic continued racing the wind, unbothered.

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

I prefer Miss Pauling’s sfm character design over her appearance in the comics. Just not a huge fan of the unbroken color block of her dress, though I do appreciate the strong jaw she’s drawn with in the comics, which sadly the sfm model lacks

Hmmm... 1/2 So Truesies 1/2 I Disagree. Her sfm outfit is definitely more visually interesting and fun, BUT if I personally were to pick a facial structure for her, I'd go for the one from Meet the Director, where she has a distinctly wider, rounded face shape that I feel like we really don't get at all in tf2 (whose characters seem to be mostly all chin and jaw)

Her dress here is unfortunately just solid purple, but I actually think it kinda works? It's definitely very 60s with its shape. I know it's her work uniform, but I think like, more distinctly 60s patterns or stripes would be kinda fun for her, especially on this type of dress

[moralesmilesanhourlibrary]

school days

summary: bumping into miles on the first day of school. originally posted: sept. 18, 2019 a/n: I apparently originally planned for this to have multiple parts...? But clearly that did not happen lmao.

Physics was your first class.

Everyone was lined up in front of the classroom and asked to "enter silently".

Guess who had to sit in the very first row?

Each student received a black, college ruled notebook for labs and note-taking. Absently, you stare into the blue horizontal stripes of your notebook.

Vacant.

Taunting.

The thought of how each line would eventually need to be filled by the end of the year creates an abyss in your stomach.

You sat for what felt like years into the clean, white, uniform notebook paper until you're startled out of your trance by the woman standing at the front of the classroom, clearing her throat at you.

She sharply gestures towards herself, meaning "I'm up here".

Snapping your head back up, you realize that everyone had been rapidly setting up their notebooks, numbering pages and writing their names. You'd have to finish at home.

The next three classes floated right past you then, suddenly, you were making your way downstairs to the lunchroom.

You didn't know what you expected the cafeteria to look like, but it sure wasn't this!

The lunchroom was emmaculate. The white tiled floors were freshly waxed, the walls painted blue and yellow with stenciled murals of various historical figures. The windows above the cafeteria let in some afternoon sun let in just enough light to almost convince you that you'd had a great day.

What you were most interested in, though, was the smell of tomato sauce and cheese that wafted from the serving area.

You grab a seat at one of the long white tables on the right of the room; it was the emptiest table available,

but not for long.

You recognized that afro immediately.

It was the kid that almost injured you earlier! You intentionally turned your head away so that he knew you were NOT tryna talk, but Locker Kid unfortunately did not get the message. You feel a tap on your shoulder.

" 'Scuse me"-

The kid also had the audacity to touch you! Great!

You violently turn your entire body to face him and give your best glare.

"Uh, you dropped your pen third period?"

Your posture relaxes as you take a second to register that it was, in fact, your pen that the boy held out to you in his palm.

Were you being too mean..?

Avoiding eye contact, you take the pen and force out a quick "thanks" before getting up to go pick up a tray of food.

This school may look nicer, but all schools have the same cardboard-and-cheese they called pizza. Still, you made an attempt to take a few bites so that you didn't COMPLETELY starve later.

Out of curiosity, you examine Locker Kid while he wasn't looking. His complexion was a couple shades lighter than your own mahogany skin. You both wore the same starched royal blue blazers and white shirts, as did everyone else.

God, you hated that uniform.

He took a paper bag out of his backpack, containing a chopped cheese sandwich wrapped in tinfoil, the sight of which only made you hungrier. Lost in your thoughts about food, the boy catches you staring.

He asks with a nervous grin, "want a piece?"

You? ASK for food from a STRANGER?

In an attempt to salvage some dignity, you shake your head no.

The kid insists.

"I owe you for slamming into you earlier," he awkwardly laughs.

You shrug and decide to take half of the sandwich. Admittedly, it's way better than the school pizza.

"Thanks," you tell him, meaning it this time.

The boy gives you a grateful grin, and the two of you eat in peaceful silence amongst the clamor of the rest of the cafeteria.

Before you know it, the bell rings and you make your way through a sea of students upstairs and to your last three classes.

Peering at your schedule, you see that you have literature, pre-calc, then algebra 1. The majority of said classes consisted of teachers introducing themselves and previewing coursework, you were relieved to find.

Leaving your final class of the day, you abruptly halt your quick steps as you nearly bump into someone.

Looking up from your shoes, you're met with a familiar set of brown eyes:

It was the boy who'd shared his lunch with you!

His expression lights up as he recognizes you, "Hey! We stay bumping into each other huh?"

A grin ghosts your face as you start to warm up to him. None of your friends had transferred to this school, so you might as well make yourself a new one, right?

"Well since we pretty much know each other by now, I never caught your name?"

"Miles."

Miles. You tried to remember that name as you made your way home.

[indianaclems]

Warriors

I know it's not my most beautiful drawing, unfortunately it had two or three bad lucks which I tried to make up for as best I could. but I found it interesting which is why I decided to finish it and post it.

Namaari and Nur both wear Fang's military clothing showing their respective ranks. (what could be more normal for Fang to spend quality time with family)

Nur is officially part of Heart's army but her status as a princess gives her the privilege of subtly displaying her belonging to Heart. (this was approved in advance by Namaari, head of Fang, who was more than supportive)

Inspirations and explications :

I really tried for Nur to ensure that she is an outfit that is a mixture of Heart and Fang (well I try every time I represent her or even Long, her sibling ) for Namaari just a detail that shows its belonging to heart (the belt buckle, I noticed that only Benja wears it or stripes in the Lorcana cards, and in the concept art the soldiers of Heart (absent in the film) wear the logo on their belt but not the flower like Benja. (I noted that in the film Fang's soldiers have a symbol on their belt buckle, unfortunately I was not able to see it clearly but I deduce that it is one of the shapes that the we see to represent Fang) (since Nur would also be an official member of Fang's army she would also wear this buckle) but when she is not in military uniform she wears the symbol of Fang like her mother. if she has an outfit close to Fang's army but in the colors of Heart it is a derogation and a privilege that she has because she is a princess and which was validated by her mother (head of Fang, and therefore of the army) (Namaari was absolutely not opposed to this, on the contrary). I really studied the patterns on the top of atitaya (which are not the same as the bottom) and those on her headband (which seems to be a sign found among the soldiers of the Kumandra stands) I note that these motifs for Fang's headband are figurative, with alternating bands of abstract geometric motifs.

I told myself that the shoulder pad could be a distinctive sign of a particular regiment like an elite commando

[kissorkill16]

When We Were Once Happy: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: A story before Trinity moved to Raven Brooks.

Chapter 2

On the first day of school, Nicky couldn't be more nervous. He had recently gotten his new schedule last week, but he didn't know where to go, who any of the teachers were, he didn't know anything.

He didn't want to go to school, he didn't want to do anything except lock himself in his new room and just die there.

"C'mon, Narf. Turn that frown upside down. I'm sure you'll fit right in.", said his father as he pulled up in the driveway.

"And if you don't know the way to any of your classes, you can always ask a grownup.", said his mother.

That didn't make Nicky feel any better about school, but he just pretended to be happy for the sake of his parents. Once they were pulled up, Nicky got out of the car and walked into the school, towards the hell that awaits him.

It wasn't too bad. He didn't have to ask too many people where his classes were, and the teachers didn't really seem all too happy that they were getting another student. He thought they thought he was just another brat they had to deal with.

He didn't even cause that much trouble, he just sat in the back of the class, minding his own business, trying to get by until 3:00.

Then came lunch time.

Lunch time isn't really all that bad. It's nice to get free food, it's nice to not have to keep on an inside voice because there was a stupid teacher talking, the only stressful part is trying to figure out where to sit.

He thought this could be a perfect opportunity to try and make friends. Hell, maybe they might share some interests. Nicky spotted a girl in a girl scout uniform and walked up to her.

"Hi, I'm Nicky, I -", he didn't finish as she shoved a box of vanilla cookies onto his plate.

"$5 a box.", she said.

"Sorry, I don't have any cash on me right now.", Nicky said, smiling awkwardly. The girl just rolled her eyes and scowled. "Ugh, then step.", she said.

Nicky walked away. "Rude.", he mumbled. Were all girl scouts like this? Did they always get mad because you won't buy their cookies? It wasn't his fault, though! He just didn't have any cash on him.

He spotted a table and a kid with a yellow jacket on, he decided to sit there. "Hi, I'm Nicky. Is it okay if I sit here?", but the boy didn't seem to hear him. He spotted headphones in his ears, and tapped his shoulder. The kid just looked at him with an angry look on his face.

"What?"

"Hi, I'm Nicky. Is it okay if I -"

"Yeah, I'm Delroy. The guy who didn't ask. Step off, loser. This seat's taken."

Nicky left the table. Seriously, not even a whole lunch period and people already didn't like him. He didn't give up though, he was going to try again and again and again until he made at least one friend.

"Sorry, this seat's taken."

"Beat it, loser."

"Newbies sit somewhere else."

"Go away."

"No room. Push off, newbie."

"Nuh uh."

"Taken."

Nicky finally gave up. He decided to sit by a tree. It was a free seat, not taken, no one to tell him to go sit somewhere else. He barely even took a bite of his cheese sandwich before he spotted someone in the corner of his eye. Someone was staring at him.

It was a kid with light brown hair, a salmon shirt, a gray jacket, and blue shorts with stripes. He was just staring at him like a total weirdo.

"Stare at me all you want.", Nicky mumbled under his breath. "Nothing to see here."

Once the lunch period was over, he made his way to his next class. Mrs. Davis. The teacher looked just about fed up, like every other teacher in this school.

"Excuse me, miss. I -"

"Yes. Yes. They told me I was getting a new student.", she interrupted him. "Unfortunately, all of the seats are taken. So...", she pointed to a boy sitting in the back corner of the class.

"Mr. Peterson, he'll have to sit with you until further notice."

Nicky went to sit down, and he jumped when he saw who he was going to have to sit next to. It was the same kid who was staring at him. Seriously? He had to sit next to the kid with a staring problem?

"Sit down so we can get on with the lesson today!", the teacher nearly shouted. Hearing her voice, Nicky immediately sat down.

Nicky didn't want to look at him. He knew he was staring right at him, but he didn't want to look back, he'd just be setting himself up for a lot of prolonged eye contact.

"Alright, now that everyone's here, let's get on with today's lesson.", said Mrs. Davis. She went to sit down and type on her computer to get the projector working, and when it turned on, she tried standing up again, but she couldn't. It was like she was stuck to her seat.

"What the hell?!", she said, frustrated. She finally freed herself from her seat, and her face turned bright red when she realized she ripped her own skirt off her backside. The rest of her skirt was still on the chair.

Everyone in the classroom started laughing their heads off, and Nicky couldn't blame them, this was pretty funny. Nicky turned his head to the kid next to him, accidentally, he didn't want prolonged eye contact, but he saw something in the kid's hand.

A tube of super glue. The kid looked at him dead in the eye and made a shush noise at him, signaling him to keep quiet.

Nicky didn't want to know what would happen if he snitched on him, he just looked away from him, terrified.

After the last bell rang, Nicky practically bolted out of school, he originally planned to go straight home, but then he saw that same kid who was staring at him at the entrance of Raven Brooks elementary. He didn't want to spy, but he also wanted to give that kid a taste of his own medicine. He hid behind a tree and began to stare.

The kid waited, and waited, and waited, and waited. It felt like hours, hell, it felt like a lifetime. When the kid finally did move, it was when two girls came out. One of the girls had ginger hair and blue overalls and an indigo striped shirt, and the other had brown hair and a red dress. They were so young and beautiful.

"What took you guys so long?", asked the kid.

"Sorry, Aaron, but Lucy and I were talking about the new club we were going to start.", said the ginger haired girl.

"We were thinking about calling it the inventor's club.", said the girl in a red dress, who Nicky just figured out was Lucy.

"Yeah, that's really cute. Let's just go home now.", said the kid. When they started to walk home, Nicky started to go home himself, in the opposite direction of where they were going. Nicky knew he was walking away from the kid with the staring problem, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was watching him.

[legacygirlingreen]

November 1892 // Farmer Sebastian Sallow x Reader (part 9)

Part 9, full master list and description here

Warnings: teen angst

Word count: 3,500

'Til you do, 'til it's true

As she started her third year in school, Sebastian began his last at Hogwarts. The two grew impossibly close, despite having less time to actually converse, and more distance. Her brother had gotten his Hogwarts letter, and started in September. When she wrote to him, he did say that Sebastian cheered the loudest when the boy had been placed into Hufflepuff. 

When one of her professors came with a collaborative research opportunity to study abroad for a few months, she was eager to prove herself. Not even caring where such an endeavor might lead, she signed up to go with the beasts professor to work with other students around her age on a project concerning a new healing potion. It wasn’t until after she’d agreed to go for a full month at another school that she realized it was Hogwarts she’d be traveling to with her professor for a few weeks. 

Deciding to not tell Sebastian, she figured she would surprise him, as well as her younger brother. The journey amongst the skies in a unicorn pulled carriage had been lovely. Seeing the highlands as they traveled made her feel homesick. She felt giddy when they arrived, house elfs collecting their things. 

Their group included some of her fellow classmates - 3 to be exact - as well as her beasts professor Ms. Morris. The woman had easily become her favorite professor despite the subject not being the most applicable. Ms. Morris had studied at Hogwarts herself before relocating to Paris to work with the embassy there for a few years, before going to teach at Beauxbatons. She was much younger than most of the professors, and commanded class with a much friendly approach.

As they exited the carriage, she watched as Ms. Morris greeted the headmaster, Phineas Black. The man seemed well groomed and in a perfectly tailored green suit. His age only shows in the slight gray stripe in his hair. 

“Ah Ms. Morris, students from Beauxbatons, I would like to introduce you to Professor Sharp, he is our potions professor and will be helping to lead your research team.” Headmaster Black informed them. 

“What happened to Professor Lawerence?” Ms. Morris spoke and Black bluntly commented 

“Early retirement. Aesop Sharp is a former Auror. I assure you he is competent.” Black said leaving without much word.

“Ms. Morris, lovely to meet you Professor -“ she started to introduce herself to the man when he interrupted her, scooping her hand in his own and doing the best bow he could manage despite his leg. The girl noticed immediately how he limped and it showed when he attempted to bow slightly in respect. 

“Call me Aesop. The pleasure is all mine…?“

“Rebecca,” the woman responded with a smile. 

Y/n couldn’t help but want to be reunited with Sebastian or her brother. Unfortunately they had other plans as they were given a brief tour of the school by the groundskeeper who arrived shortly - Mr. Moon.

Finally when they made it outside the great hall she could hear through the large doors as the headmaster introduced the guests, before Mr. Moon allowed them entrance by pushing back the doors. 

“Welcome the traveling team from the esteemed Beauxbatons academy. Please do your best to make them feel welcome as they are here to learn in your classes and around the school grounds” Black commented as they started their dramatic walk to the front of the hall. 

She could feel her cheeks warm, feeling the eyes of the entire school on her as her soft blue uniform swayed elegantly like her classmates. She took the lead, walking ahead of the other three students: boys named Michelangelo and Pierre, as well as a girl named Camille. All three being at least 2 years ahead of her. She felt confident being allowed such an honor much earlier than her peers. 

Walking through the hall she searched for the Slytherin table, attempting to scan the faces to find Sebastian and regretfully coming up empty. She soon switched her gaze to the hufflepuff table and found her brother's shocked face staring as she waved sweetly. 

Eventually they joined Black at the front who escorted her professor to join the other teachers before telling them to feel free to mingle wherever they’d like with the other students. She turned, moving towards her brother when she heard it. 

“Chou?!” 

She turned around immediately and saw Sebastian standing up, from a portion of the Slytherin table that had been difficult to see earlier. He leapt from the bench and ran towards her. 

“You’re here? But how?” He asked to come closer, looking down at her with a smile as he saw her uniform. 

“Collaborative research project between our schools… but you’d know that if you paid attention.” She giggled as he scooped her up for a hug in front of her gawking peers and his classmates. She disregarded it, allowing his strong arms to surround her again as she laid a peck to each of his freckle filled cheeks. 

Suddenly she felt hands from behind reaching her and she knew her brother would also want a greeting so she regretfully let go of the farm boy to hug her younger brother. 

“une lettre aurait été bien” her brother said with a laugh and she shrugged while ruffling his now slightly overgrown hair. Her brother didn’t give her much time to respond before he ran off abruptly and rejoined his friends. 

“Come sit with me?” Sebastian offered and she smiled, allowing him to lead her over to the Slytherin table. Turning around her classmates looked at her pleading and she motioned they could follow her if they’d like. When they approached the Slytherin table, a few students moved over to accommodate the 4 students, one of those being a familiar head of dirty blonde hair. 

“Oh hello Ominis, wonderful to see you again” she told him when she sat down across from the boy she’d met on occasion due to his presence in Feldcroft. 

“I thought that Sebastian was simply happy to eat dinner shouting about cabbages. Although Black’s comment did contextualize it more now that I think about it… I assume your trip was pleasant?” Ominis asked her and she assured him. 

“I still can’t believe you’re here” Sebastian said in disbelief as a small smile graced his full lips as he started helping her by telling her which foods on the table were his favorite. 

As they ate and caught up she couldn’t help but steal glances at him. While her crush had dwindled with time, knowing she truly did enjoy being in his life as a friend and knowing he only saw her as such, it never fully went away. The older - and more handsome - he got it occasionally resurfaced. He’d grown taller, and wider at the shoulders, with his arms seeming to fill out. Gone were all traces of his baby fat in his face, replaced with a stronger jaw and higher cheekbones. Along the edges of his chin was the appearance of stubble from the last time he’d shaved and he’d allowed his sideburns to grow much further down than he used to. Regardless he still maintained a more boyish charm, despite now being a man. 

Suddenly she felt eyes on her, and when she looked past Sebastian she saw a girl glaring at them. Sebastian followed her eyes and rolled his own before asking the girl: 

“Got a problem Reyes?” with his dark eyes angrily pointed at her. 

“Isn’t she a little young for you Sallow?” the girl returned his glare with her own in defiance. 

“Whatever do you mean Imelda?” he asked with an eye roll. 

“I didn’t figure you of all people would be going for such a young sweetheart. Whenever you mentioned your friend from Beauxbatons I always imagined well… someone in our age group.  Not a child.” Imelda explained harshly. At this she sucked in a shaky breath, watching as Sebastian’s face twisted into a grimace, almost as if he rejected the Slytherin girl’s words immediately. 

“I don’t know what delusions you are operating under Imelda, but y/n and I are exclusively friends, companions, partners in crime, confidants. Merlin, she’s like a little sister to me. I’d never actually consider courting her.” He replied with a disgusted tone.

“Ah so your little cabbage has a name, how cute. Although you might want to let her know that, because the poor thing looks like she’s fit to burst out in tears any second” Imedla laughed and Sebastian looked over. 

Reyes was far from lying. She was about to cry. She understood the boy didn’t see her in that manner, and it had been a pill she’d been neglecting to swallow for years, but now that sad reality forced its way down her throat in the form of a tight lump. 

I’d never actually consider courting her. The words rang in her head. She stared at the wood grain in the table, hoping more than anything she could go back in time and simply not have come to Hogwarts. If she had, she’d be able to continue operating under the delusions that maybe someday he’d love her as more than just a friend… or at the very least not find her so utterly repulsive he felt the need to save his reputation and deny it so openly and rudely. 

Standing up without warning, she started to head for anywhere other than the Great Hall. As supper had dragged on, students had begun to file out and go back to their common rooms. At her hasty standing Ms. Morris noticed her attempt to flee, as did her 3 classmates who sat there shocked.  

Not even caring where she was going to hurried out of the hall and pushed her way out the doors that led to the courtyard. She knew Sebastian was likely not far behind her so she cast disillusionment around her to conceal herself from the boy and started off down the stairs that the grounds keeper said would lead to the lake. 

She could hear footsteps and Sebastian calling her name but she didn’t care. She just kept going hoping to escape him and have just a moment to herself to process the way such a deep friend and someone she trusted, could be so repulsed by her. 

Eventually she found herself at the edge of the lake near the boathouse and sat down on the dock, pulling her knees to her chest and burying her face as she tried not to cry. She wasn’t sure how much time went on, but eventually tears did start falling as she laid there silently. Somewhere along the way her charm had dropped as well, leaving anyone who wanted to look, a clear view of a sad girl crying in the dark by the lake. 

When she heard the footsteps approaching, she tried to ignore them, but when they got to be right next to her she quickly spoke.

“Go away Sebastian, I don’t feel like speaking right now.” she said bluntly, not looking up.

“What if I am not Sebastian?” a feminine voice asked and she looked up, seeing her professor, taking a seat next to her. 

“I am sorry professor, I shouldn’t have run out like that. We are guests here and I -” she started to explain but the woman kindly held up her open palm stopping her. 

“It’s alright, you’re not in trouble. Pierre told me what happened when you ran off, and I came to check on you. Are you alright?” she asked gently and the girl shook her head. 

“I know - I know he doesn’t like me in that way, but It hurt hearing him so revolted by the thought of it, as if I am not worthy of anyone’s time…” she explained sadly. 

Ms. Morris thought for a moment and softened her expression before replying: “Do you know why you are here?” 

“Because I was stupid enough to sign up to come here” she said bluntly, wiping her face of tears. At this the woman laughed before shaking her head. 

“Far from it actually. You are here because I wanted you to be. I thought you were capable. More capable than most of your peers and even some older than you. You are very knowledgeable in many areas. My class, potions and herbology. You are one of the brightest witches I’ve had the privilege of educating. Don’t let anyone make you feel less valuable than you are… especially not a Slytherin boy of all people.” the woman joked and it received a small snort from the girl.

“What’s wrong with Slytherin boys?” she inquired

“Nothing… inherently… but it's always a smart idea to watch out with them. They can often be more charming initially and then harsher than you anticipated.” she explained with a distant look in her eye. 

“Like Professor Sharp?” the girl asked, recalling the way the man had so openly flirted with her teacher, and the woman blushed at the memory. 

“Exactly like Professor Sharp. We should both focus on our task here and steer clear as much as possible from the serpents alright?” the woman replied while she stood, offering hand as the two of them walked back to the castle. 

As they approached the Great Hall again they were intercepted by the man in question, who’s hand was currently clamped down over the shoulder of a very guilty looking Sebastian.

“Miss y/l/n, I believe this one would like to apologize for making you feel less than welcome” the man said gruffly while pushing Sebastian forward. 

“Chou-” he started and she interrupted him.

“Y/n.” she said bluntly and at this, his face fell and his lips moved into a tight line. 

“Y/n. I am sorry for what I said, I had no right to be so rude. You're wonderful-” once again she interrupted him.

“It’s fine Sebastian. No need for apologies and certainly no need for lies to comfort my feelings. If you don’t mind, it’s been a long journey and I wish to retire with my classmates and professor to our accommodations,” she told Sebastian formally, as if they were strangers before turning to Professor Sharp and saying “I apologize sir for my childish actions, I promise they are not a reflection upon my capability to perform in the classroom”

With that, Ms. Morris came forward wrapping a comforting arm around her shoulder, before escorting her off with the other students. As Sebastian was pushed in the direction of the Dungeons he kept looking back, over his shoulder, hoping she would be trying to catch his eyes. When the girl kept looking forward his heart sank and he realized the extent of his mistakes… 

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The Beauxbatons students spent most of their time at Hogwarts in classes with the 5th year students. Since all of her peers were in their fifth year themselves it made sense to place them all with the students at their host school to maintain their education over the time abroad. 

When they weren’t in classes or working on the research project with Professor Sharp, they were allowed to mingle and explore the grounds like any other students. She had been so excited to show her friends from France Hogsmeade and introduce them to her younger brother. 

Ever since that first night she’d ignored all of Sebastian’s attempts to apologize, avoiding him like the plague. He’d sent notes, letters, he tried the mirror, even waiting outside near where the carriage they enchanted to be quarters but she always managed to slip past him. 

In her classes she’d made some friends with Hogwarts students, namely a boy from Gryffindor named Lucan. His excited and infectious energy was hard not to be drawn into. The boy had approached her, asking how she’d known Sebastian and after a brief explanation she also realized he ran the dueling club Sebastian was so proud to be a part of. They bonded over their knowledge of the boy and knowing how occasionally hot headed he could be- as well as the art of dueling. 

Despite spending free time with Lucan, she continually denied his requests for her to come watch crossed wands out of fear of crossing paths with Sebastian. She did worry that eventually the boy might wear her down due to the way she was slowly growing fond of his extremely curly hair and hazel eyes…

“Ah, just the girl I was looking for…” speak of the devil. She rolled her eyes before turning around, prepared for yet another onslaught of him begging her to go to crossed wands, despite knowing her aversion to being in the same room as her long time friend right now. 

She was surprised when instead she saw him standing there, single rose in hand, with a nervous expression gracing his face. Raising an eyebrow she stepped forward, just for him to practically shove the flower into her hand without warning. 

“This is for you” Lucan said, a smile on his face as he looked down at her. 

“Any particular reason for gifting me random flora or…?” She asked him suspiciously, prepared for more begging about the dueling club. 

“Well, sort of… I was wondering if you would go to the -“ she nearly fumed at his never ending attempts to push her boundaries but she’s glad she didn’t interrupt him as his request shocked her “Yule Ball with me?” 

“The what?” She asked shocked and he looked nervous before he tried to explain.

“The Yule ball. It’s a ball, held every 4 years here and it is right before the Yule holiday begins and when you return home… if you’re worried about not being allowed since you don’t technically attend the school I already asked professor Weasley and she said that your peers and professor were already invited. I just really hoped you’d want to go with me.” He said and she absorbed his words the best she could. 

“Lucan-“ she started and the boy looked down dejected, prepared for her to say no.

“It’s alright, I wasn’t sure if you had made up with Sebastian, and if you prefer he escort you I understand as you’ve known him longer and I heard him tell Natsi he wanted to take you, I just thought-“ by this point the poor boy was nearly rambling. 

“Lucan, I would love to go with you.” She said with a smile.

“But what about Sebastian?” He asked surprised, now worried he might upset the older student for stealing the girl he wished to take. 

“What about him? Last I heard he found me nearly repulsive… I’d much rather go with you and have a good time… besides I think you’d look quite handsome in your dress robes'' she said blushing and he mirrored her expression.

“Well then, I look forward to escorting you m’lady” 

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The night of the ball, she got ready with Ms. Morris and Camille. Her classmate had been so kind as to go with her to Hogsmead to find a dress for the ball, and they’d settled on a beautiful gown. 

The three finished getting ready, a feat that was impressive considering all the layers they had to put on, before her professor escorted them all towards the castle. As she walked towards the great hall to find Lucan she bumped into someone and when she moved to apologize, her words died on her tongue. 

She had done a fantastic job evading him since she’d traveled here, but it had all gone to waste as Sebastian stood in front of her now, green dress robes pristine with the exception of his tie, which had been removed in his attempt to redo the knot in it. He looked as if he always had, so incredibly handsome with seemingly no effort and yet… 

“You cut your hair” she said breathlessly as their eyes made contact. It had been far too long since his beautiful brown eyes had looked at her, but right now they seemed to be gazing at her in a way they never had. She couldn’t quite place what they meant but he eventually responded to her verbal olive branch. 

“I did. It was getting outrageous… In a few months the long and overgrown bush I previously called hair, won’t be acceptable to go to work, so I decided to cut it now so I could get used to it” he explained as she stared at him. It looked so much more mature on him despite not being that different. He’d merely cleaned up the edges a little but it somehow completely changed his overall appearance. 

“It looks good.” She said bluntly before suddenly finding his polished dress shoes more interesting. 

“You look-“ he started but was interrupted.

“Ah Sebastian, here to try and steal my date? I surely hope not” Lucan’s cheerful voice rang in the air as she turned to see him standing next to her. His dress robes are a bit loose, as he hasn’t quite filled out as nicely as Sebastian had…. Stop. She nearly yelled at herself. She came with Lucan, the kind boy who had made her feel welcome, not the neighbor who had broken her heart. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Lucan. You all have fun at the ball. And Lucan-“ Sebastian said, turning on his heel to leave as the Gryffindor boy’s eyes grew wide. 

“Nothing untoward. Be respectful, after all my lovely neighbor is a lady…” Sebastian didn’t give anyone a chance to respond before he slipped into the crowd and disappeared.  “Well that was odd. Shall we go in?” Lucan asked, offering a hand for her and she placed her gloved hand into his. Before he carefully helped her move about the great hall together for a night of fun, well mannered frivolity…

[dzamie-oc]

Voretober 29 - Hazard

Length: 1900 words Vore type: M/M, oral vore Fandom: None Other info: willing prey, feral snake pred, implied digestion Summary: A snake tries to nap on a golf course, and, somehow, gets a meal out of it.

Ssint wiggled his long, sinuous body, burying himself just a bit deeper in the sand. He had been hesitant to leave the safety of the woods, but the pit of sand, located fortuitously amid an otherwise uniform space of gentle, rolling green hills, was a warm and welcome change from the cool shade of the surrounding forest. And luckily, neither hungry harpy willing to risk their life nor passing dragon appeared in the sky as he'd made his move. He flicked his tongue out; his surroundings were strangely sterile of rodents and birds, but the scent of humans and their ilk was thick, along with metal. Of no matter; Ssint would simply have to stay aware of their movements.

…well, somewhat aware. He was pretty well-hidden, he had to admit, his golden-brown hide against the yellow-white sand. And with the pleasant heat, it was sorely tempting to nap so soon on finding his new spot. The serpent yawned, stretching his jaws and setting his lower ones back into place against each other-

Before he could finish closing them, something small and hard flew directly into his throat, its speed forcing it easily a foot deep. Ssint drew his head back - partly from the blow, but also in panic. Was he under attack? Was that just a small, very stupid bird? His forked tongue shot out again, wiggling up and down, as he tasted for any useful differences. In his mouth, a somewhat grassy taste had appeared, likely with the strange object. And the scent of humans - no, human and catfolk - grew stronger.

Ssint lowered his head when he realized what that meant; unfortunately, he did so right as an orange, striped cat lady appeared over the hill, along with a human man in strange, checker-patterned attire. The tiger pointed at him, and with growing dread, Ssint watched as they approached.

They stopped at the border to the sandy area, and from his hiding-place just barely covered by the sand, Ssint saw that the tiger, rather than being nude, wore a dress patterned like her fur would be, and the human wielded a thin, metal club. Did he intend to use that on him? He could only catch snippets of their whispered conversation:

"Just … two stroke …" the catfolk led.

"Nonsense … need to find … hidden."

"Do you not see the snake?!" she hissed, louder than the rest.

"Oh … idea," the human whispered back before taking a step forward. In a more audible voice, he addressed Ssint. "Excuse me, my good snake. Did you happen to see where my ball landed? It flew this way, but I lost sight of it over the green."

Ssint briefly debated pretending he didn't hear them, or that he didn't exist, but they definitely knew he was there. So, he raised his head out of the sand, shaking the grains off. "Er, I don't think so? What did it look like?"

The man held the fingers in his free hand apart a small amount - a similar size to the thing that had intruded on his throat. "It would've been about this big, white, covered in dimples. Going moderately quick, if I may toot my own horn."

"Hard to the touch?"

The tiger stared at her companion in disbelief. "You hit him?!" she said, exasperated.

"It's not like I was aiming for the sand trap!" he replied. This seemed to mollify her as he turned back to Ssint. "Er, yes. I'm terribly sorry; I hope I didn't strike anything vital?"

"Not… really?" The snake undulated his body, this time ascending from his hiding place; the tiger's eyes widened, and she took a step back. He gestured with the tip of his tail to a spot just before his stomach. "It went pretty directly down my throat, feels like it's around here."

"…I don't suppose you could give it back?" the man asked.

The catfolk tugged at his arm. "Just drop a new one and take the penalty! Before this snake… I dunno, but he's big!"

Ssint shook his head. "The ball's not big enough."

"C'mon, Rin, you know I always play it where it lies if possible," he remarked to the tiger, then addressed Ssint again, "could I follow it down and try to knock it out from there?"

Ssint looked him over. He'd eaten bigger without problem. But… "Disgorging meals is pretty uncomfortable, and really time-consuming to do safely, and I suspect miss… Rin? would want me to do that for you. So I'd rather not."

"I could treat you to a bigger meal after," the man said, at the same time Rin replied, "no, you can keep him."

This startled both Ssint and the man, but the tiger ignored the snake and stared her friend back down with a level gaze. "I still want to go to the party after this. So, Ter, mister "the recall ball is too expensive," you can either take the penalty strokes or pay for a rez, because I'm not waiting for you to go in and out of a giant snake just for the possibility of saving one stroke on a game we're playing for fun." Her tail lashed behind her, and Ssint swore she started to bear her fangs more as she continued.

Ter pulled a watch from his pocket, then nodded. "Rin, you're absolutely right. You did say you wanted to finish up for that, and I lost track of time. Though, er, could we pick this game up another day, maybe even tomorrow?"

Rin brightened. "Yes! Great! Good idea, let's just start on this hole next time, and-"

"Wonderful!" The man handed Rin the metal club, hopped down into the sandy pit, and approached Ssint's head. "Mind if I get my head and hands in last? I figure I'll have to do this like billiards." He lifted one foot out of his shoes and held it out to the snake.

"What?!" Rin shouted in disbelief. Ssint, operating largely on automatic instinct, swirled around Ter and lifted him in a couple powerful coils. It wasn't until he had the man all but immobilized and inches from his jaws that he paused and looked at the two. Ter, looking over Ssint's coils, nodded. Rin, however, had one hand against her face. "Rilla's whiskers… fine. Be my guest."

Ssint opened wide and guided the man's feet and ankles directly into his throat. He tasted of sand and sweat and cotton, or at least his clothes did. It was an odd experience. Not from the taste - a number of other humans, and even an elf once, had wandered from the grassy area into the forest, and from there into Ssint's jaws - but from his utter lack of struggling even while he still breathed. Or, near lack of struggling, but even still, Ter only pulled at his arms; his spine and legs stayed relatively very still. Ssint worked his jaws further up the human's legs, his lower jaw stretching to accommodate the growing thickness.

"Uh, good snake, would you mind freeing my arms? I'd like them over my head," Ter requested. For any fighting prey, Ssint would have immediately squeezed him harder, possibly even crushing the bones in his arms and ribs. But Ter… wanted to be eaten, for some reason. Another swallow carried his snout up to Ter's hips. The snake loosened his grip, before his own throat pulled the human's hands in and trapped them there.

The man yanked one arm up, then the other, and struggled no more. His rear slid easily past the snake's jaws, and just like that, Ssint had over half of him. The snake unwound all but one loop around Ter's upper arms, and ate faster; he was confident he was safe, but that was no reason to dawdle when there was food to be had. More and more of his scales stretched to allow his meal's body deeper, and Ter wore a flesh lined, yellow-scaled suit up to his chest, then his neck. Ssint freed his arms from the last loop, and confined much more of him in his gullet.

As the taste of Ter's hair laid across Ssint's tongue, the human called out to Rin, "pass me the club, would you? Don't think I can grab it from inside." The tiger passed him the tool, and his next words were for Ssint, "swallow away, good snake! But, if you wouldn't mind keeping your body straight and mouth open, that would make things easier."

Arms, of course, were not that difficult to swallow, nor the even thinner club; as the metal slid into the snake's throat, Ssint took the time to readjust his lower jaw once again. And then, with a final swallow, the outside world couldn't see the man or his club, except for as a lumpy bulge in his neck, and soon his stomach. Intentionally or not, Rin verified this fact by peering into Ssint's still-open mouth. "Yep, there he goes. Silly man."

She stood and stretched, then walked over to where Ter had stopped moving deeper. With a curled finger, so as not to scratch him, she prodded the snake's thickened gut. "This is beyond stupid, I hope you know."

"Ah-hah!" Ter exlaimed, albeit muffled by the layers of muscle, scale, and fat around him. Ssint felt him move around inside - again, it wasn't strange for struggles to be weak, but it was odd for them to not be struggles. After another brief moment of stillness, the human-turned-meal jolted; a second later, the strange, hard object from earlier flew from Ssint's jaws. Or, well, rolled gently. It quickly picked up sand, rolled downhill, and came to a stop against Ssint's tail, near one side of the pit.

Rin carefully stepped over the human-sized lump of scales and stared at the ball. Ssint watched her. After a couple seconds, she leapt to the grassy edge in one bound, then turned to face the snake. "Oh, a word of advice: don't rest in these. Nice as they may seem, enough golfers are bad enough that you'll get walked on a lot."

"Oh, really?" Ssint gathered his body out of the sand a bit more, when an idea struck him. "By the way, Rin, would you like to join your friend?"

"Hm?"

"Well, I know you don't want to waste time, but I have room in my stomach, and wonder if you'd like to spend an hour or two digesting."

The tiger lady snickered, then burst out laughing. Infectious as it was, Ssint joined in, too, giggling at his own joke. Once she'd recovered, Rin stood up and wiped a tear from her eye. "Man, I must be tired if that one gets me. But no, snake, I'll let Ter spend that time on his own. See you tomorrow - or not, if you wind up not staying there."

As she walked away, Ssint looked over to the tree line. If what she said was true, it would be worth it to head back… but he was also weighed down by a human who was growing increasingly fidgety as his stomach acids started to seep into his skin. So, with a series of wiggles, Ssint gradually buried himself again, and resolved to move… later.

[dmagedgoods]

🎂 for Sal?

🎂 for a scene from a birthday The whole house reminded him of a humming beehive, only that the bees scurrying from room to room were dressed in solemn black instead of fancy stripes. Nevertheless, they spread the same feeling of chaos while every single one followed a strict plan and stuck to a predestined path. Salvadore pressed the adorned leather book to his chest. Tightly. The corridor felt endless and his heart throbbed louder and louder in his own ears. Eventually, he reached the high ornamented door. And as usual, it was guarded. One of the uniformed men stopped him. “What is the matter, young lord?” He was not allowed in the rooms behind, but maybe today. Only once. Salvadore tried to swallow his fear, to strengthen his back, and to appear more intimidating than he felt looking up at the huge man in front of him. “I want to speak to mother. Let me in,” he demanded. “Lady Eleanor is quite busy and wishes for no interruptions until the celebrations begin.” The celebrations where she would be surrounded by all those strangers and at father’s side. “I will be quick!” “Unfortunately, this answer is final, young lord.” His throat felt tight but he fought down his emotions and turned away with an angry glare towards the guardsmen. He dropped his gaze to the valuable book in his hands he had found in one of the hidden shops he wasn’t allowed to visit. Eneas took him there in secret sometimes. When he had spotted the black leather with the golden symbols and touched the heavy blank sides of expensive parchment, he had known it was the perfect gift for mother’s birthday and her beautiful sketches. With bitter disappointment, he let it fall into the trash the moment he reached his room again. “What’s wrong, Sali?” His brother sat on his bed, grinning like the disgusting fool he was. “Get lost!” “Always whining for mommy’s attention. She doesn’t want to see you. She doesn’t want you here. No one does. When will you finally get it?” “She doesn’t want to see you either, moron.” It was a statement more than an attack. The bitterness had made its way into his voice and didn't even leave room for anger. His brother’s lips tightened in badly disguised rage. “What are you talking about? I saw her this very morning and we went for a walk in the garden!” Salvadore snorted. “Liar.” “I’m not lying!” His brother jumped to his feet as if he wanted to attack him. But then he unclenched his hands and instead smiled at him coldly: “I visit her all the time. She just doesn’t want to be reminded of you because you’re useless and abnormal and annoying to her.” He turned around and – in leaving – knocked over a pile of books on his shelf. Irritated, and with a stinging pain in his chest, Salvadore left the room as well. – Only that he used the balcony instead, and its balustrades to climb up the roof. Cold wind tore at his shirt. He didn’t mind it. With a sigh, he stared into the clear, cloudless sky. He wanted to be alone, not bothered by anyone. In half an hour the maids would demand him to get ready. – Unless he decided not to be found.

[influenzalake]

more Cat Boy Damian Wayne headcanons (he's a tiger now)

*sequel to my part 1 Cat Dami headcanons

- i truly believe if Damian were to be changed into a feline creature, he would become a tiger

- one of the strongest big cats in the felidae family 

- tiger Damian Wayne would be a f*cking beast

- Damian was already a big boy, but flooded with tiger blood he is behemoth 

- he unfortunately looks kind of awkward like this, his body does its best to accommodate for everything but Mother Nature knows a human / tiger hybrid was not on her to-do list

- Damian is muscled to heck, with claws just as strong, and sharpened teeth in unorganized rows 

- his skin is adorned in beautiful stripes, in a more predictable fashion

- also finds new tufts of ... fur? in places unmentionable 

- and more in existing patches

- Dami is forced to don a different suit for the time being, one designed to all of his new physique

- his family jokes about his new look

- nobody is brave enough to try and swipe at his tail

- and yes he has a tail

- during his vigilante hours, he shows that his new "look" not decorative 

- Tiger Dami uses vocal mimicry to put his targets into a false sense of security before pouncing

- Tiger Dami has to hold back even more as to not immediately kill anyone with one good swipe

- Tiger Dami finds camouflage a bit harder with the bright orange, but covering his new fur with breathable clothing only adds to his fear factor

- the layer of fur under the clothes makes him look even bigger

- Gothamites start comparing the Batman to this new Tiger? Man?

- they have no idea this is their existing Robin

- they see Tiger Man and Batman together, but haven't connected any dots yet

- Damian, in a way, feels even more like an outcast due to this 

- none of his family are afflicted by any animal-like conditions, the closest people to him are either pure human or alien

- his family does partake in animal themed activities, but they can change their uniform at any time and return to a normal life

- Damian doesnt know how long he will be stuck like this, but truthfully the fun part is over 

- Damian wants to go back to being his regular human self

[sycopomp]

Barula and Pich? 👁

HELLO MY DEAR ROANOAKS, ALWAYS LOVELY TO SEE YOU IN MY INBOX <33

YES!! Barula and Pich are characters that @rainboopz and I have, in her setting of "The Sea King's Mermaid"! It's an Asian fantasy set unda da sea 🎶 and she's actually going to be publishing a website on it soon so everyone can learn more about the world and lore!! 👀

But for Bich specifically, these two have become just. two of our favorite bastards. And bastards they are-- irredeemable, absolute, bastards.

Barula is General of the North Sea, and Pich is General of the West Sea. Illicit affairs with your enemy? Oh my. It's more of an "enemies with benefits" situation going on, but they're also pretty friendly when their seas aren't actively at each other's throats (and even sometimes when they are lmAO). They swap notes on interrogation techniques, boast about victories, gossip like a pair of old grannies, and in general make themselves a pain in everyone else's asses.

Neither of the other Generals really like them-- of course Barula hates Chihaya, considering they're a shark, though their general demeanor and personality grates on his nerves as well. He did manage to take one of their teeth after an unfortunate… accident… led to Chihaya going into a blood frenzy-- which Barula was quick to put an end to, and he sure as shit never lets anyone forget that he bested a crazed shark General.

On the flip side, he doesn't mind Minseok… but he is salty that he's never bested the guy in any of their spars. He's General of the South, which Barula mostly considers a joke since all they really do is party. How the hell does a leafy seeahorse of all things, from the happy-go-lucky kingdom of all places, defeat him? General of the North, the most battle-hungry and warmongering kingdom in the seas, infamous even in his own right for being one of the most formidable warriors in the history of the four kingdoms. What the fuck!!

We haven't done as much on the Advisors of the four seas, but the North Sea Advisor, Hoaxuan, is also mine and they Do Not Get Along. But Hoaxuan doesn't get along with anyone in the North. (Wonder why...)

As you could probably tell, Barula is mine, so I can talk for him about hoouuuuurs. He's a striped dolphin with a hate-on for sharks, he's way smarter than anyone assumes from such a brute, and he shamelessly takes advantage of the privilege and authority afforded to him by his position. He worked damn fucking hard to reach the top, and like hell he isn't going to enjoy it to the absolute limit. His Emperor couldn't give less of a fuck either; Ganbold is a temperamental, stubborn, self-righteous old lung that, if anything, encourages Barula's abuses of power-- so long as it serves to strengthen the North (or at least its image). I mean, the Emperor himself doesn't seem to care much for doing shit by the book, so why the hell would Barula? (They're a hell of a pair tbh, enabling back and forth lmAO.) However, their closer relationship doesn't mean Barula is blind to Ganbold's flaws, and even he gets fed up with those divine temper tantrums. But part of his job is shutting up and obeying, and he doesn't really care about the motivations behind being sicced on someone by his Emperor, hehehe.

I have a playlist for Barula, appropriately titled "Barulastard," with such songs as "Animals (Cover)" by Living in Fiction, "Animal in Me" by Solence, "Move Your Body" by My Darkest Days, "Detonate" by Black Math, "Between Breaths" by Blaqk Audio, and "Limbo" by Freddie Dredd. It's about the vibes, man.

You can learn more about Barula on my Toyhouse: https://toyhou.se/21387196.barula

And Pich's Toyhouse is over here: https://toyhou.se/12707449.pich They have a lot of wickedsauce art by Rain, so plsplspls go check them out I'm not normal about them I love them.

(They'll both be getting updated bios for the website to keep all the TSKM bios uniform too, so look forward to that hehe.)

If you have any other questions about (or for) Barula, pls send 'em my way because he's my favorite bastard. (Or Minseok! He's also mine, tho he is not a bastard. His bio is a WIP but we just did some work on his lore recently and I'm sooooo in love with him rn.)

[ask-the-k-rising-members]

-ˏˋ⋆ <- 1st mem || prev || 4 ⋆ˊˎ-

Hutchins

Name: Harold "Hutchins"

Nicknames: Hal & Hutchins

Pronouns: he/him

Age: 10 (very personal little age: 4-6)

Status: alive

Occupation: student, 4th assistant

Last seen: few weeks after leaving science class

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Appearance

Before the event, he had his messy and bad haircut (blonde hair), a fully striped light green and dark green shirt, blue shorts, and a pair of black converse sneakers.

After the event his clothes were ripped and covered in blood stains, his hair was more messy, his right hand were covered in danger while the left arm has covered in bandage to his upper arm (?), bruises, scratches, scars on both knees and arms. A purple bandaid at the right side his forehead and sneakers covered in blood.

few moments before becoming part of the organization Harold had a bloody bandage wrapped around his forehead after almost cracking his frontal, (well or should I make almost cracking his skull)

During his first day of being forced to join the organization, his haircut was different and short. He began wearing the same outfit as Melvin and the 2 quiet assistant (Dan & Soph) and has the tag with the number four in it.

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Personality

His behavior has constantly changed due to trauma. He is always anxious snd stressed about the situation. Despite being aware of his physical and mental health, he gets too overwhelmed and worried too much. Sometimes he may be brave or cocky enough to argue with the leader.

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Trivia

🐬• His own idea was to find Sneedly and his intellect back to change Sneedly back to normal but as a result it didn't work the way he wanted it to be and got dragged into the worst situation.

🖌• Harold was forced to sign the contract to join the organization because the leader doesn't need child's mom to find out where he is.

🐬• He has a sister (Heidi) who is around 3-5 and has to supervise her in case his mother doesn't pick them up from school due to hard work or meeting.

🖌•Him and Dan are the only people that understands Melvin meanwhile Soph is aware that he doesn't speak properly and acts childish when regressing

-however Harold may regress like Sneedly except he regresses around 4 to 6 or 7. Sometimes a caregiver to Sneedly.

🐬• Harold hates wearing tie but unfortunately he has to wear them as a uniform for the organization.

🖌• Even tho Harold hates seeing corpses and too many blood, it makes him easily sick.

🐬• He hates doing bloody tasks. Whenever it's his turn to kill someone, he starts having a mental breakdown and proceeded to NOT kill the person. When if the next victim was George or Heidi, he refuse to harm a human being.

🖌• Him and Melvin has different mental illness or disorders (or phobias) after the bloody event.

- his phobias & illness/disoders are: Aquaphobia or thalassophobia (phobia), depression, anxiety, PTSD.

🐬• Hates pool, lake, anything related to water. It gives him traumatic flashbacks.

🖌• favorite snack is turkey sandwich lol

[circusclownsam]

‘A series of unfortunate events’ OC

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General

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First Name

► Min-Ya

Last Name

► Choi

Nickname(s)

► Minnie, brat, cakesniffer

Gender

► Female

Pronouns

► She/Her

Species

► Human

Sexuality

► Straight

Age

► 18

Birthday

► 3/9

Race

► Asian

Ethnicity

► Korean - Australian

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Appearance

┗━━━━━━⋆━┛

Face claim

► https://pin.it/2fQJMTvW8

Height

► 158cm, 5’2

Weight

► undocumented

Hair Colour

► Chocolate Brown

Hair Texture

► 2C

Hair Length

► hip

Eye Colour

► dark blue

Scars

► inner thighs, arms and back

Body Shape

► hourglass, average weight, small waist, dd cup size

Skin Tone

► warm tan

Other noticeable features

► freckled cheeks + nose, dimpled smile

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Clothes

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⊰ Main Outfit ⊱

► https://pin.it/67ExHzhCI

► https://pin.it/iK4SGAPBl

► https://pin.it/35qjNc6HI

► https://pin.it/15S4AnUJ2

► https://pin.it/uzK7vvEUm

⊰ Winter Outfit ⊱

► https://pin.it/2fmA9kr3e

► https://pin.it/ZilljWg10

► https://pin.it/4eBaSkVOy

► https://pin.it/3UyP3Vwsi

► https://pin.it/77QtMeUAB

⊰ Other Outfits ⊱

► Prufrock prep uniform, striped suit etc. (sorry, can’t find any good ref pics)

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Stats (1-10)

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Physical Strength

► 8/10

Mental Strength

► 9/10

Courage

► 8/10

Combat Skills

► 7/10

Endurance

► 8/10

Confidence

► 6/10

Leadership Skills

► 6/10

Intelligence

► 7/10

Wisdom

► 6/10

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Personality

┗━━━━━━⋆━┛

Positive Traits

► trust worthy

► kind

► protective

► creative

Negative Traits

► introverted

► sarcastic

► blunt

► untrusting of others

Likes

► spending time with the Baudelaires

► getting away from Count Olaf

► reading by herself

► learning about V.F.D

Dislikes

► count olaf

► carmelita spats

► getting captured

► soup

Hobbies

► reading

► drawing

Habits

► scratching at her scars when anxious

► neatening things

► tapping her nails

Fears

► count olaf

► deep water (pools, sea etc.)

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Relationships

┗━━━━━━⋆━┛

Mom

► Lin Choi, korean, deceased, died in fire, close relationship

Dad

► Robert Choi, australian, deceased, died in fire, strained relationship due to abuse

Sister(s)

► only child

Friends

► the Baudelaires

► the Quagmires

Love interest(s)

► Klaus Baudelaire

► Quigley Quagmire

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Backstory

┗━━━━━━⋆━┛

► N/A (don’t feel like writing it lmao)

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[majorcharacterundeath]

so my issue with Trish and Lady's designs is less abt them being skimpy and more like the designers didn't have a strong idea of what they were going for. they knew what they were going for with Nico, so it's not like they can't design women (this got long so more under the cut)

in dmc3, they went for a school girl for Lady look but couldn't commit bc it just wasn't what they wanted. it would've made her look too young, and were going more for someone who grew up too fast. i think they could've made it work if they'd modeled her on the sub culture i can't remember the name of where teenage girls were wearing long skirts w their uniforms and starting gangs. unfortunately they would've sexualized it (bc thats why they chose the school girl look in the first place), which undermines the point of the subculture

in 4, they wanted to evolve the look into something more grown up, so they put her in something business suit inspired but sexy (i think i read this in the 3142 art book). i think that could've worked rly well as the concept for her design in 3! it would make her look more serious. i think Dante (and the players) still would've seen her as naive and in over her head. shes very cute and they could've made it a bit over-sized to invoke a child playing dress up with her parents' clothes. it also would've contrasted nicely w Dante's grunge rock thing

but bc by the time 4 rolls around shes outgrown that, so it didn't fit and they couldn't commit. i think by this point she would've embraced The Walking Arsenal, so her design in 5 would've been more fitting. in general i think they're a little bit behind, making her look like shes clinging to the past and afraid to grow up. i think she's too self assured for that. also all the white is just bad. and she's too practical to wear white to a fight

Trish is a little more straight forward. the logic in her design in 1 makes sense. shes looks like his mom but in sexy leather. it shocks Dante well, and it's got very little actual personality. but shes supposed to have been developing her sense of self and exploring the human world since then! at least let her have a new hair style!

the lightning bolt designs are cute, but it's still way too generic and very on the nose. plus shes the only one without a coat (or cape, in Lucia's case). her Gloria disguise was bad for a lot of reasons, but they knew what they were going for and committed

i think what they could've done was make her dress with an entirely different style each game. she was made to look and act a certain way, to make ppl see what she wants them to see. but now she can be anyone she wants to be, and i think she'd want to try it all

it was already a sharp contrast to Dante, Vergil, and Nero, but it's more so against Nico. she's also showing an unreasonable amount of skin, but it's well thought out and fits w her character. i'm not sure that it's "good" and i think her welding jacket is stupid (god all the snaps. why isnt the jacket one piece over a crop top), but it is actually interesting

as an aside, i don't know Lucia well enough to have a judgment on her outfit. i'm not sure how much of it is a product of the time or if it's just bad design. at least she looks like something! shes very clearly got the exotic assassin thing going on (as problematic as it may be). the white works well for someone so desperately trying to hide from their demonic nature. i do wonder what the hell the designers have for white/grey stripes bc they gave that to Lady in 4, too. pls tell me i'm not misremembering her striped pants