#otp: wooden snake

[bugeyedfreaks]

Slim/Grubber

Brace yourself, anon. This might become your new OTP. 😩

Gettin' The Skinny – Slim/Grubber Crack Drabble

Ace just. Didn’t. Get it.

Well, in a way, he kinda did. Kinda. There were actually many things about his friend Grubber that he couldn’t comprehend, and yet, simultaneously, completely understand. For instance, he could barely begin to get why someone so unbelievably cool hung out with his gang. Not that the Gangreen Gang wasn’t cool– in fact, they were the baddest squad of villains that lived in Townsville– but if he had wanted to, the multi-talented hunchback was spoiled for choice when it came to all of the opportunities at his disposal, the possibilities for worldwide fame and stardom that he could pursue if he so chose, yet he had decided to stick with his pals, living in comparative obscurity here in this dump (in the literal dump that the gang’s hideout resided in, no less).

Not only was Grubber super chill and super competent at a million things, he also happened to be one classy charismatic casanova, a real smooth operator, a total ladies’ man. Ace considered himself to be something of a good-looking guy too, but Grubber? He was on a whole ‘nother level. It seemed like wherever the boys would go, whether it was out to the museum to draw mustaches on all the paintings, or to the convenience store to steal snacks and shove over store displays, Grubber was the one who’d be turning people’s heads, and not just because he was actively committing crimes. It seemed like he had admirers everywhere he went, not that it was any surprise why. 

It’s just that one thing drove Ace crazy… the guy was freakin’ oblivious to it! He could have dated anyone in town he’d wanted, and yet Ace hadn’t seen him go out with a single person once, not even acknowledging anyone who worked up the courage to ask for his number. It didn’t make sense. But tonight, finally, Grubber was dressed up in a suave-looking tux he’d stolen, getting ready to go out with some mystery date he’d recently met, one that he’d been bragging about to the guys all week. Ace just didn’t get how it’d taken him this long to finally meet someone he was just as crazy about as everyone else was for him.

As Grubber preened himself in a broken old mirror on the wall, the rest of the gang sat around a wooden table they’d salvaged from outside their hideout, hanging out and playing cards. Ace leaned back in his chair as he turned to look at his friend, tipping his sunglasses down.

“Ya look fine, Grubber,” he groaned, waving a handful of cards in the air. “Quit fussin’ around and play the game with us for a while, huh?”

“Yeah, man,” Arturo said as he dealt a card on the table. “Sit down. You're already muy guapo. Alright, go fish, Billy.”

“Duh, okay!”

Big Billy drew a card from the stack in front of him, stared at it, and began to laugh uproariously.

“A-huh-huh-huh-huh! Look! This fishy’s wearing a baby bonnet!” Billy turned his card around to show everyone the cartoon illustration on it of a baby fish holding up a huge “4,” and banged his fist on the table while tears streamed from his eye. “Fishies don’t wear no bonnets! A-huh-huh-huh!”

“Ugh!” Snake slapped his cards face down on the table and threw his hands up in the air. “I keep telling you, Billy, you’re not s’posed to show us your cards!”

“But the fishies are so cute,” Billy softly muttered, pouting and rubbing the bottom of his eye as he examined his card again.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

“The girls?!” Snake yelped, whipping his head towards the front door as he hid behind the back of his chair.

“Chill, Snake. S’probably just Grubber’s hot date.” Ace casually slid out of his chair and headed over to greet whoever had knocked. At the mention of his date, Grubber excitedly jumped, sticking out his tongue and adjusting his bowtie in the mirror a little more anxiously.

Ace opened the door to the hideout, peering into the darkness of the night, the familiar scent of the rotting trash from the dump wafting in from outside. He’d expected to see a tall, slender smokeshow standing in front of him, but instead, he was looking into the eyes of a tall, slender, slimy blue amoeba with a beige hat on. It wasn’t just some ordinary amoeba wearing a hat. Ace knew this guy, and Ace hated this guy. It was Slim from the Amoeba Boys, the stupidest, most pathetic bunch of “bad guys” in all of Townsville: the kind that no self-respecting gang like his would ever want to do anything with.

“Ohhhh, no, no way! Scram, ya freaky petri dish reject!” Ace hollered. He picked up a battered soup can that was near the door and chucked it at him. “Get outta here! We ain’t lettin’ no Amoeba Boys on our turf!”

“What? Nah, hey, stop it! I ain’t stayin’ long!” Slim protested, cowering away from Ace. “I’m here for my date!”

“Your what?”

Grubber brushed past Ace out the door, excitedly spitting as he held a huge bundle of red roses, and hugged Slim tightly. After he’d pulled away, he slicked his pomade-caked hair back and handed Slim the bouquet.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hang on,” Ace stammered as the rest of the gang got up from their card game and gathered in the doorway, “That’s your date?”

Grubber whirled around and blew a terse raspberry in reply.

“Nah, I ain’t makin’ fun of ya, I just didn’t–”

A slightly angrier, longer raspberry followed, one that Ace raised an eyebrow at.

“No, what’re ya, nuts? I don’t care that he’s a he.” He jabbed a finger at Slim, who shrunk down and began to shiver. “But I do care that’s he’s an Amoeba Boy! Grubber, do you have any idea what this is gonna do to our street cred if word gets out that you’re datin’ one of them? They’re the worst villains in town!”

“Phhbbttt!”

Ace slapped a hand over his forehead and ran it down his face.

“Ya don’t care, do ya?”

“I know what it’s gonna do to my cred!” Slim said, slowly standing upright as he grinned. “No one’ll wanna mess with me an’ the boys now that I’m datin’ one of the baddest villains in town.”

Grubber beamed, standing on his tiptoes and giving Slim a loving kiss on his gooey blue cheek as he wrapped an arm around what Ace assumed were his shoulders.

“I can’t believe it. There’s no way that you’re actually dating this guy,” Snake piped up, giving Grubber a suspicious look. “You told me your date was stacked!”

“Pbbbhhhttt!”

“You said ‘stacking?’”

“Yeah,” Slim nodded. “The boys and I was busy one day stackin’ up oranges that had fallen off one of them carts outside, pretendin’ to help out so’s the greengrocer wouldn’t see us stealin’ one.” He hung his head in shame, frowning. “But it turns out he thought we were helping, so… we never actually got to take nothin’…” Suddenly, he lifted his head back up, eyes beginning to sparkle as his expression brightened. “But that’s when I saw Grubber! It was when youse guys were spray paintin’ the windows of the department store across the street. We got to talkin’, an’ I guess we hit it off… an’ then he asked me out.” He turned to gaze at Grubber, his mouth curving into a wobbly, infatuated smile. “It was love at first sight…”

Grubber responded with a heartfelt splutter, waggling his elongated eyes up and down as Slim gasped and blushed a deep blue color. The rest of the boys stuck out their tongues and groaned.

“Yuck,” Snake shuddered. “Save all that sssssappy sweet talk for your date, man.”

It wasn’t the strongest word he could think of to describe it, but Ace was certainly feeling conflicted. The whole thing was starting to remind him about a dopey movie he’d watched one time on the gang’s busted TV. It was about a guy who wore balloon-shaped pants and tights who fell in love with a hot chick who talked funny (well, all of the actors in the flick talked funny). The two of them were from families who hated each other’s guts, and from what he could remember, the whole thing didn’t end too well. He sighed. Even if he hated those Amoeba Boys, he couldn’t let something like that happen with Grubber. A friend in love was a friend he was going to support, no matter who they’d fallen in love with. 

“Alright, alright,” Ace forced a grin on his face and waved a hand at Grubber and Slim, signaling that it was time for them to head on out. “Sorry Grubber, we get it, you’re bananas for each other. Now go on, get outta here an’ have fun, ya crazy kids.” 

Grubber nodded and took Slim’s gelatinous hand, giving the gang a cheeky wink as he let them know not to wait up for him. The gang wished Grubber well, hooting and hollering and waving after him as he and his date went off to have a wild night out in Townsville together.

“Man…” Ace muttered, leaning against the doorframe as the two of them strolled out of view behind a massive mountain of garbage. “Y’know what, boys? I think we’ve all learned somethin’ tonight.”

“That you can’t judge a book by its cover, boss?”

“That Grubber’s an enigma none of us can even begin to decccccccipher?”

“Duhhhh, that guys from gangs that don’t like each other should still be able to hug and smooch and hold hands without the gangs going to war with one another?”

“Nah.” Ace wearily slid a hand into his pocket, the other grabbing the doorknob.  “We learned that our dear ol’ friend Grubber’s really, really into amoebas. And while I’m happy for the guy…” He began to slowly close the door. “…I kiiiiiinda wish we hadn’t…”

[esfordays]

I read that you accept prompts but I don't know what ships you like, so how about some Sladick because OTP? My prompt is "cigarette kiss", and have a song for mood if you fancy that :)

Cheers!

Hello Zero! And of course, of course. I can do that for ya! Probably got the mood really wrong, but here we are lol

Dick stared out over the desert, alone in a comfortable silence. Despite the sun almost completely being hidden by the horizon, the air still warped in the heat emanating off of the dusty ground. His fingers drummed a steady pattern on the wooden fence he sat on, the horses behind him walking in a familiar gait. His eyes drifted across the horizon, trying to find something to make his wait worth his time. To make it more entertaining.

Distracted, he didn’t notice his partner approach until the man laid a hand on his thigh. No words were spoken as he looked over, staring into Slades eye. The silence was kept, even as Slade joined Dick on the fencing, with only the horses and the desert birds as witnesses to their love. A love only they could appreciate, could have.

Slade pulled out a cigarette, and a second for his love. The two put their heads together, lighting them in a single flame. Snake curled around their mouth and nose, wrapping them in comfort and familiarity. A second, third drag devolved into twenty.

The sun completely gone, the two only had the stars and moon watching as they kissed, the smoke seeping from the gaps in their mouth hiding this romance from Dicks cruel father, who couldn’t stand to see dick outside of his control.

Here, they were happy. Here, their distasteful love was only theirs, and no once can stop them from loving the way that they do.

[fairytail-multishipper]

Lucy, Cana, and Evergreen are all pan.

Erza is omni.

Wendy, Kinana, and Laki are lesbians.

Mira and Levy are bi.

Lisanna is demi.

Juvia’s aromantic bisexual.

Kinana and Laki are dating.

i'm in an extremely sapphic mood at the moment, send me some of your lgbtq+ headcanons for the fairy women/femme characters <3

[manders1984]

Outlander Episode 1x13—Sawney/Farewell Kiss Scene

[telli1206]

Anddddd Jaylos + 15. Total darkness, place unknown? 💖

Ok ok, I think I have a cute Auradon drabble in my head now...let's see what you think @hersilentlanguage 😉

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Carlos grips Jay's shoulder tightly as he tries to follow behind him. Jay's moving so fast, and Carlos has already stumbled over his feet a few times trying to keep up with the pace. The hallway is nearly pitch black, and as much as he tries to blink and adjust, he sees nothing but darkness.

"Jayyyy," he whines, and shifts to loop his arm through his boyfriend's. "Where are we going? Do you even know where we are?? I can't see shit."

"Don't worry C," Jay tuts, patting Carlos' hand reassuringly as he pulls him along. "I already scoped it out. And I found something I think you'll like."

Jay throws him a wink. At least, that's what Carlos thinks he sees.

"Fine, but let's not take too long, ok? We haven't even sung 'Happy Birthday' to Ben, yet. Evie and Mal will probably be looking for us in a few minutes."

"Yeah, yeah. This won't take long. Promise."

Jay drops Carlos' grip to wrap his arm around his shoulders instead, pulling him in close. Carlos sighs and cuddles in as they walk. Jay smells so fresh and clean, and his silky hair is soft against Carlos' cheek. It’s wonderfully distracting from the eeriness of the dark, abandoned hall.

"Wait-here! Right here, C."

Carlos startles and jumps back a little as Jay reaches in front of him to grab the nearest doorknob. He yanks it open quickly, flooding the hallway with a warm golden light. Carlos blinks furiously at the brightness as Jay drags him through the threshold.

"This is what I found," Jay adds with a nod. Carlos glances around the room, and it's...incredible.

It's a bedroom, that made clear by the massive canopy bed in front of them, just across from the gold-framed window. It's draped in ivory silks, the most detailed rose carvings trailing down the wooden posts. And the elegant bedspread is covered in sparkling embroidered gold linens. Everything in this room is more opulent than anything Carlos has ever seen in his life.

“Pretty cool, huh?”

Carlos barely hears Jay, too lost in his quiet ogling. But he does eventually manage to close his mouth and give a slight nod.

“It’s the most amazing room I’ve ever seen,” he sighs, his voice still breathy with awe. “It’s just...beautiful.”

Jay chuckles, letting his hand drop to Carlos’ waist. “Yeah, I thought you’d like it.”

Jay adds pressure to his grip, gently guiding Carlos backwards. Carlos perks a brow at him, confused, until he’s pressed against the wall and Jay leans in to kiss him softly.

“Kinda romantic, don’tcha think? A dark, quiet castle...you and me, alone in a big gorgeous bedroom. Does it give you any...ideas?”

Carlos shakes his head, chuckling quietly before he’s silenced by another kiss, this one more heated than the first. He pulls back a little, pressing a hand to Jay’s chest before he can go back in. “I guess it’s giving you a few. So this is why you were so eager to wander around the castle?”

Jay smirks proudly, curling over Carlos’ hand to kiss at his jaw. “Maybe. It’s not every day we get alone time in a fancy place like this, huh?”

Carlos has to agree. It’s definitely been a while since they’ve had any time to themselves, and especially not somewhere as nice as this. But the approval he wants to voice is quickly lost in the expanse of Jay’s throat, the dark-haired boy already kissing Carlos so deeply, so passionately that he’s forgotten what he was going to say. All his focus has turned to kissing Jay, his arms encircling Jay’s neck to pull him in even closer.

Minutes slip past, neither one even noticing how long they’ve stayed in this spot, with Carlos pinned under Jay, happily making out against the bedroom wall. Eventually Jay’s hands slide under Carlos’ shirt, teasing Carlos with light touches and coaxing giggles against his lips. Carlos retaliates with a firm tug on Jay’s hair, his fingers tangled near the roots and scraping against Jay’s scalp. The combined sensations elicit a pleased groan from Jay - a very, very loud groan, that has Carlos slapping a hand over Jay’s mouth.

“Jay!” he hisses, curling his hand tighter when Jay tries to shake it off. “Do you want to get in trouble?? We need to be quiet.”

Jay jerks his hand back, sliding out of Carlos’ grip to flash him a pointed grin. “Get in trouble? From who, C? The suit of armor in the hallway? Everyone’s back at the party.”

He grabs Carlos’ chin and tilts his face up, smiling sweetly at him and stroking his thumb along Carlos’ cheek.

“Baby. You can chill, ok? It’s just us.”

Carlos relaxes against the warmth of Jay’s body. “I guess you’re right,” he sighs, pecking at Jay’s lips. “It’s just...you know I hate this. I’m not a-a, delinquent.”

Jay chuckles, kissing Carlos firmly before pulling back again. “I know, C. Let’s be real, you were never really good at it, were you?” Jay grins as Carlos serves him a less-than-convincing angry glare. “Oh come on, I just meant the delinquency part’s always been my job. Your brains are what keeps us from getting caught.”

Jay puffs up his chest, smirking proudly, and Carlos just smiles and shakes his head. “Please. You’re just trying to butter me up so I’ll keep making out with you.”

Jay snakes an arm around Carlos’ waist, pushing him in so he’s flush against Jay’s chest. “Maybe. Did it work?” He quips, before sealing their lips again. Carlos hums his agreement, arching into the solidity of Jay’s muscled form as he melts further into the kiss.

"Um..guys?”

Carlos quickly shoves Jay and springs back at the sound of the familiar voice, wiping furiously at his mouth and refusing to meet Ben’s eyes. Jay however, stands tall, crossing his arms and perking a brow at the king, who’s looking shocked and confused from the doorway.

“When did...how...why, are you in here?”

“Sorry man, we were just, uh, looking for the bathroom. And got lost.” The lie spills so casually from Jay’s lips it’s almost hard not to believe it, so Carlos stays quiet next to him, chewing his lip and squeezing Jay’s hand tightly.

“Oh. Wow, you really got lost then.” Ben’s tone is dry as he looks around the room, then scans the hallway briefly. His eyes are wide and a little frantic. “Um, let me show you to the bathroom, ok? This is actually my parents’ room, so we really need to get out of here.”

Ben waves them on, and Jay and Carlos quickly stumble in line behind him out of the room. The king is shuffling down the hall so fast it’s hard for them to keep up, and his awkward gait from the speed has Jay almost snorting.

“Jay,” Carlos hisses, slapping him hard in the stomach. “Don’t make it worse! I can’t believe you took me to the former king Beast’s room. I think we almost gave Ben a heart attack.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jay glances at Ben again, and his smile softens. “Ok, I feel a little bad about that. But,” he adds, his eyes alight, “I can’t wait to tell Mal we did it in Beasty’s room. She’s gonna be so fucking jealous!”

Settings To Imagine Your OTP Prompts

[transrevolutions]

my otps and the aesthetics I associate with them:

Enjoltaire: Red and green neon lights, sunshine, acoustic guitar music, dirt and sweat, holding hands, half-smiles, smoke and flames, cafes late at night, espresso drinks, sweatshirts, dripping paint, deep breaths

Treebros: Ice cream, sunny days, blue skies, pavement, messy handwriting, pine needles, mountain wildflowers, empty cafeteria tables, silver lockets, puffy clouds, chipped nail polish, sharing earbuds, overgrown hiking trails

Everlark: Fields in summer, bird’s nests, amber, fresh bread, evergreen forests, rough tree bark, cottages, candlelight, feathers, wild berries, folk songs, laughter, back hugs, comfort, soft kisses, sunsets

Fourtris: City lights, ink, long kisses, night wanderings, shards of glass, abandoned buildings, silver train tracks, glasses clinking, stolen glances, fighting side by side, carved knife blades

Thomesa: Test tubes, stones, butterflies, scraping metal, foreheads pressed together, whispers, hidden places, bluebirds, old cities, textbooks, deep and clear lakes, soprano singing, quiet evenings, grey skies

Fierrochase: Cupcakes, chocolate bars, loud laughter, porcelain, green meadows, venus flytraps, snakes, rainforests, early morning, plants, ancient relics, silver laptops, colored pencils, sarcastic insults

Perachel: Sandy beaches, paint water, wild curly hair, teasing smiles, hugs in school hallways, vintage bags, ocean shallows, loud music, sleepovers, finger guns, colorful tents, seashells, sunflowers

Augustus/Hazel: Stars at night, wine glasses, the color blue, rain showers, old books, wind, bouquets, wire balconies, road trips, flirting over text, hidden blushes, brushing hands, cobblestone streets, bicycles

Bean/Petra: Complicated equations, planets and stars, rockets, stray cats, tiny apartment flats, old-fashioned letters, nose boops, forehead kisses, ribbons, cluttered offices, award plaques, classical music

Hollyleaf/Ivypool (Human): Vines, snow, frosted glass, moonlight, streetlamps, chain necklaces, dyed hair, accent pillows, wooden boards, forests, coffee mugs, smiling through tears, winter, midnight talks

Reylo: Coffee with cream, dawn, old roads, red roses, the cool air after a storm, bear hugs, sketches, emo music, joking glares, date nights at fancy restaurants, dancing under the stars, headphones, canvas

Kycassia: Green leaves, stained glass, dew, finch calls, silk, scraps of paper, emeralds, hidden ponds, ornate bridges, poetry, bright eyes, pocketwatches, moss-covered boulders, tree frogs

Clato: warm jackets, adrenaline, shouts, kissing in the sun, teasing, promises, hot chocolate, camping trips, contests, shallow breaths, gold, smiles, wild ferns, wolves, thunderstorms, curved swords

[notcanoncompliant]

Seventeen Questions (alternate version)

Tagged by @hoeforthegays <3 thanks bb!!

Silky changed some of the questions, so I’m doing it again!! <3

Zodiac sign: Cancer (I am crab)

Height: 5′9″

Following: 91

Followers: 418 (!)

Current time: 12:19 pm

Favorite movie: Hot Fuzz ftw

Amount of sleep: Like 4 hours a night if I don’t take a sleep aid

Random facts:

My right leg is like a half-centimeter shorter than my left

I have 29 tattoos

I was Homecoming Duchess my senior year of high school

I got paid $200 to shoot (photos, not the murder kind) my friend’s sister’s wedding reception...with my cellphone.

I drove from Washington state to California and then back (approx 1760 mi/2833 km) on a roadtrip by myself last summer

Favorite show: c r i m i n a l  m i n d s

Wearing: denim shorts, striped crop top tee, pale blue zip hoodie, low-top Converse, and blue nitrile gloves (is it kink or is it chores? You’ll never know)

Dream job: Writer that gets to travel a lot (like car camping all over with portable wifi and writing in cool places)

Tattoos: I’m gonna list all of them here lol

Left calf: mug shots of Rick and Morty done in 80′s colors

Left knee: Open mouth with red lips and vampire fangs, and inside there’s a golden poppy and the Golden Gate bridge (I got the tattoo done in San Francisco)

Left thigh: wooden skull with vines and smokey detailing and blue flowers for eyes

Left arm: Leviathan cross, UFO, lime blossom, a pair of round elephants, a pair of Kewpie doll heads that say ‘Sweet’ and ‘Sour’, a pomegranate with a black skull inside, a dragon skull with mushrooms growing on it, a bat with one eye and a moon, the words “All the odds are in my favor” (first half of a phrase completed on my right arm)

Left hand: a crescent moon, the roman numeral XV for the Devil tarot card

Right arm: the alchemical symbol for Mercury, a tooth, an eyeball, the words “Something’s bound to give in” (the last half of the phrase on the left arm), a rose made of notebook paper with roman numerals for the year I met my best friend (she’s alive, I just like tattoos), a small dagger, a Three of Swords heart with a piece of blue candy in the middle, a Death’s Head Hawk Moth, a human heart with a knife and meat fork and the words “Eat The Rude”

Right hand: the roman numeral VI for the Lovers tarot card

Sternum: honey comb and bees

Back/ribs: Medusa with tentacles instead of snakes (super unfinished)

Piercings:

Both nostrils, septum, stretched ears, three regular holes (heh, my ears), my nips, vertical labret

OTP: I have a multiple now -- Tony Stark/Peter Parker, Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark, Dean Winchester/Castiel, Eren Yeager/Levi Ackerman

Favorite songs: So many. I can’t list them all. Right now: Jekyll and Hide by Bishop Briggs, Bury a Friend by Billie Eilish (Elijah Hill remix), Dreams by Fleetwood Mac and covered by Lissie

Siblings: 3 brothers, no seesters

Last note: Idk if this what this means...but on my notes for one of my WIPs: 

“‘I can never call you 'Underoos' again.’ I WILL USE THIS LINE IF IT KILLS ME”

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@thatmarvelstan @dollmeatpie @chaos218 @pastelprisma @ironspiidey @the-amazing-spidertwink @tightaroundthewebslinger

[xnekorux]

ACT 2 - Bound to You (Teaser)

Scene from ACT2

Thud!

The dagger that was sent flying at the tall and rather huge tree was embedded deep into the wood, making it fairly obvious that whoever it was that had thrown the projectile had a great deal of experience when it came to launching knives at their opponents.

"Have you reconciled?" Came an inquiry uttered in a deep, masculine voice.

Thud!

Another dagger decorated the wooden body of the perennial plant.

"With Ashe?" A low yet feminine vocal sounded in response.

Thud!

The third blade was chucked at the tree with absolute precision, sticking right in between the other two.

"Who else?" The voice had a much vixen-like touch and an underlying hiss resembling a snake's. "Imagine the scandal, Katarina."

The said assassin grunted under her breath as her younger sibling once again found amusement in the little problem she had with her fiancée. She had to resist throwing the dagger she had just unsheathed towards the half-serpent, glancing at Cassiopeia at her right, who smiled sweetly at her as she had her morning tea while seated on one of the outdoor chairs of the wooden table nearby.

Cassiopeia briefly gestured with her teacup as she spoke in a dramatic tone. "The Sinister Blade, fiancée of the Queen of Freljord, found mingling with courtesans in a brothel."

Turning around, Katarina stabbed the blade she had in hand into the table before placing both of her hands on the armrests of her sibling's chair. Upon impact of the blade, the other teacups rattled audibly, the tip of the dagger keeping the weapon steady and upright.

With a sarcastic smile on her face, Katarina had no fear in looking right into the eyes of her sister. Those gold-hued gaze and black slits never did frighten her. Hell, she was unafraid of the possibility of Cassiopeia turning her into a vulnerable, lifeless statue.

"It was a misunderstanding." Katarina spoke in a low volume that would normally scare anyone into pissing their pants.

Unfortunately for her, Cassiopeia wasn't just anyone. She was a Du Couteau and she was not afraid of the wrath of a fellow assassin. That, and the half-serpent didn't exactly possess the anatomy to be able to wear ordinary pants in the first place.

"That's why I said imagine, didn't I?" Cassiopeia replied nonchalantly, unfazed. She calmly drank her tea, coolly staring right into Katarina's emerald gaze.

xxxxx xxxxx xxxxx xxxxx

Current word count: 3400+ words (Yeah, yeah, I know, I need to work on this xD)

Alright, from now on, I’ll be calling my sneak peeks “teasers”, so, yeah, here’s a long-awaited teaser of my one and only OTP, Katarina x Ashe (Frozen Lotus)! I’m sure my old readers know how much I’ve been in love with this pairing ever since I started writing League fanfics. :3

Full story of “Bound to You” can be found in Wattpad and FanFiction! ^u^

"Million Reasons” (the story before this) can also be found in Watt (here) and FF (here)!

[darlingvhenan]

First Words 《fic》

《 So...this happened... Fluffy baby fics get me weak and @cherrychariot got me inspired to write a little fluffy fic with Asra and my apprentice’s Cloud Child. A Pure Fluff. Also because this prompt had me laughing.  ���

• Prompt :  imagine your OTP competing to get their baby to say “mama” or “dada” first and the baby ends up saying the dog’s name instead.

"What do you think her first word will be?"

Asra sat in the middle of the living area on the second floor of the shop, in their small but cozy home. He was surrounded by a large cloth protecting the wooden floors from the colorful mess being made. Sitting in front of him was their daughter, her hands and feet were covered in vibrant pigmented paints, and she was sitting atop an equally colorful canvas. Her hair was hastily pulled into a little clip away from her face but her wild blonde, almost white,  curls threatened to spring free any second. Elise looked up from her current spot on the lounging chair and placed her current project, a hand-sewn stuffed bear,  onto the short coffee table in front of her.

"I don't know, she's been making sounds starting with M a lot lately. It'll probably be Mama." She gave him a playful smirk, watching him as he looked over his shoulder, blue and purple pigments splattered on his cheek, and her heart warmed at the sight. Faust unraveled herself from around Elise's neck and moved to the floor, over to Asra.

"Are you sure? Because I'm pretty positive that I started hearing Pa's." He returned the grin, a playful sneer aimed in her direction. She rolled her eyes and laughed, standing up to brush stray fabric pieces and strings from her long dress. She walked over to sit down next to Asra, running gentle fingers through the little one's soft hair, brushing some strands away from her face, which was somehow getting covered in paint. Elise grabbed a rag to carefully wipe the paint from her face, the baby letting out a squeaky laugh at the ticklish feeling, the couple's hearts practically melting at the sound.

Faust slithered her way up Asra's back to look over his shoulder at the little girl in front of them.

"Baby!"

She looked up at the snake, poking her tongue back out at Faust when she tasted the air. Her tiny hands reached out to Asra with a grabby motion, looking at Faust.

"F...Fa....Faws!! Faws!!"

Asra and Elise immediately looked at each other in shock, needing a few moments to realize what had just happened, unable to believe that their daughter said Faust's name first instead of their own.

"Did she just-"

"Yes. Yes she did."

[nightglider124]

Cupid

Lo and behold, I bring you a Valentine’s oneshot. This popped into my head days ago and... I just couldn’t shake it. Dear god, someone draw this too. I want it framed.

Anyway, a Valentine’s oneshot with the otp, feat. Mar’i. <3

With mixing bowl in hand, Starfire turned around to face the kitchen island, humming a cheerful tune as she moved.

Her grip on the handle of the wooden spoon tightened as she started stirring the pancake batter up a little more, trying to get it at just the right consistency.

Starfire smiled as she caught a whiff of the vanilla extract aroma wafting from the pancakes.

When she initially came to Earth, she had been eager to share her numerous Tamaranian recipes for traditional delicacies; no matter how badly her friends' stomachs may have reacted with the cuisine.

Whilst having an ability to cook by Tamaranian standards, she had been an atrocious cook with Earth food. Cyborg had chastised her about staying away from the kitchen on more than one occasion to ensure she didn't burn the entire place down.

Of course, that didn't stop her, especially when Robin would crumble at her pleading expression and the fluttering of her eyelashes. He even offered to teach her how to cook simple things so she could at least be on the right track.

However, as the years passed, Starfire had become extremely proud of her ability to cook. She hardly ever burnt things anymore and was always testing out new recipes to share with the people she cared about.

And so, here she was serving up pancakes for breakfast.

Twisting the dial of the stove to switch it on, she juggled the bowl in her arms and prepped the frying pan with oil.

Starfire continued to sing her wordless song as she prepared the morning nourishments.

Her ears perked up at the sound of brief shuffling from another room but she kept her emerald eyes focused on the sizzling pancakes, assuming it was just Silkie wriggling around on the rug in the lounge.

She found herself getting quiet, her humming coming to an end. Starfire felt like there was something nearing closer to her.

That's when she saw it out of the corner of her eye.

Starfire turned and found herself staring at the most unusual sight before her.

A picture of innocence and cuteness. A picture of comedy.

There, floating through the air thanks to roughly 5 helium balloons being tied around her middle was her little Mar'i. She had an excited expression on her face as her mother came into view but was a little busier, chewing on the edge of a heart shaped envelope.

Starfire blinked, completely bewildered at what she was witnessing.

Her child was not only being sent sailing through the air on account of balloons; she was wearing only a diaper, with little white wings on her back and a small quiver resting between the feathered props.

Mar'i giggled and reached out for Starfire, waving the scarlet envelope around in enthusiasm.

"Mar'i?" Starfire queried, switching the stove off again to make sure the confectionaries didn't burn to a crisp.

The ebony haired girl squealed in delight and Starfire shook her head before instincts kicked in and she grabbed her baby out of the air.

Starfire gently untied the balloons, watching as they rose up and brushed against the ceiling.

"Ma! Ma!" Mar'i chimed, snuggling against her mother's chest as a greeting hug.

The Princess grinned in amusement, "Hello, my little bumgorf..." She paused and looked back up at the balloons, "what in x'hal-"

"Hey, look at that..."

Starfire smirked as she watched her husband stroll into the kitchen, his hands resting on his hips, a nonchalant façade and a smirk tugging at his own lips.

"Where'd the balloons come from?" Dick grinned, looking at his wife.

"I believe you should tell me, no?" She returned, resting her free hand on her hip whilst raising an eyebrow.

Dick chuckled, coming closer to his girls and absent-mindedly running his fingers through the strings of the balloons.

"You attached balloons to our child to imitate the Cupid." It was a statement rather than a question,

He grinned, "Hey! You got the reference to Cupid!"

Starfire rolled her eyes, "I believe it was hard to miss considering how she is dressed."

She glanced down at Mar'i who was happily biting the corner of the envelope, her big green eyes looking from parent to parent.

Shaking her head, Starfire breathed a laugh, "I cannot believe you sent our baby through the air with balloons."

"I know. I'm thinking the same as you," He paused, "it would have looked better if she was able to hold her flight but sadly-"

Starfire lightly whacked his chest, smiling, "Richard!"

"Aw c'mon, it's cute, right?" He said whilst brushing some of Mar'i's dark hair behind her ear,

She took the moment to look at their daughter who was quietly cooing and tilting her head up at her mother. Starfire pressed her lips to her forehead and cuddled her closer.

"Very cute."

Dick suddenly gasped, "Oh, and look at that!"

He shuffled over and reached out for the red envelope that Mar'i was guarding. Dick tugged at it and made a face at Mar'i who furrowed her eyebrows in defiance.

"Mar'i, c'mon. You know the plan. Give... the envelope... to... daddy!" He puffed as he finally tore it from her superhuman grasp. She pouted her little lips and narrowed her eyes at Dick before blowing a raspberry at him.

However, he didn't have to worry about it for long as she soon found something else to chew on; that being the pendant of his wife's necklace.

Dick shook his head and lifted the envelope up to Starfire, grimacing at the slobber all over it.

"Okay, ignoring the spit all over the thing, it looks like Cupid Mar'i has something for you."

Starfire raised her eyebrows and bit her lip, restraining her grin, "Oh?"

He nodded and happily received his baby girl, even though she whimpered at the loss of something to nibble on. Of course, she started gnawing on the sleeve of Dick's t-shirt as soon as she was in his arms.

Starfire took the envelope and proceeded to open it up, sliding the heart shaped card out. She smiled at all the glitter and bright pinks and reds splashed over it. It had the bubble writing of "To my gorgeous wife" on the top too.

As she opened it up, heart confetti poured out and fluttered to the kitchen floor. Starfire giggled as she watched it fall as well as reading the simple "Be My Valentine?" printed on the inside.

She smirked and glanced up at Dick with a knowing smile, "Oh, Richard..." She crooned, taking a step closer so much that only Mar'i separated the two of them from brushing chests.

Dick grinned at her, happy that she approved of his little display of romance. Of course, he had used their child as a prop but he seemed to have got the green light on it, as he <i>knew</i> he would.

"You are so sweet..." She whispered, cupping his cheek.

He rolled his eyes and shrugged, "Well, I do try."

Starfire giggled before pressing her lips to his, capturing him in a tender kiss. Dick responded immediately and quite eagerly. He tilted his head so his lips could mould against hers a little better. His free hand, that wasn't supporting Mar'i, snaked out and grabbed Starfire by the waist.

She sighed against him, her hands cupping his neck as she deepened the kiss.

"Bleughhh!"

Dick and Starfire broke a part, looking at their daughter in amusement as she pulled a face at their display of affection.

"So, is that a yes?"

Starfire furrowed her eyebrows, "To what?"

He tapped the card still in her hand,

She blinked before smiling, "You have been my Valentine for years now, Richard."

"A guy likes to check." He paused, "but, in seriousness... I do have something special planned for us tonight."

Starfire raised an eyebrow in question, "Oh? Please, do share, my love."

Dick smirked, "Well, Princess... I'm thinking, I'll put the baby down for the night... then we can have a bit of candlelight dinner... maybe share a hot bath... and then... ya know..."

She matched his expression, "Well, that sounds glorious... please, expand on that last part?"

He chuckled, "I think you can work it out."

Starfire smiled and kissed his cheek, wiping away her lipstick immediately after, "I apologise for not purchasing a card for you in return."

Dick shrugged, "That's okay... you can make it up to me in other ways..." He flashed her a smirk, making the implication plainly obvious, "That... and you could finish up making those pancakes."

Starfire gave his hand a squeeze before releasing it.

"Of course... now..." She paused and made a face at him, "Please go and dress our daughter in something warmer, you fool."

Dick burst out laughing as she turned back to the stove, only for him to sidle up behind her and touch her waist.

"An adorable fool."

Starfire giggled before sighing as he pressed a kiss to her neck,

"Happy Valentine's day, Star."

[captmickey]

DID I MENTION THAT I LOVE GUYBRUSH/ELAINE? BECAUSE BOY-GODDAMN-HOWDY I LOVE THAT OTP.

SO I WROTE A ONE-SHOT.

The Screaming Narwhal was annoyingly quiet. The only sounds that could be heard was the seagulls cawing from above, the waves crashing against the wooden ship, and the occasional scribbling of Guybrush and his journal. It wasn’t that the tranquility bothered Elaine, but it felt like the past few days the blond has been oddly reserved. 

And that bothered her.

She peered up from her book as she heard the last of his scribbles and him closing the journal for the night, watching him like a hawk as he stood up to place it away but not before figuring out how to move the dozen of other journals so he could make room for it. She couldn’t stop admiring the blond, everything about him was so charming. The way he would think, the way he would sound so passionate about an idea or a treasure, the way he looks at her and the dozens upon dozens of pet names, the way he looked when he was so deep in focus... 

The way he laughed.

A mischievous thought popped in her head and Elaine quietly closed her book, placing it on the nightstand as she stood up, sneaking up from behind and wrapping her arms like a snake around his waist to pull him close.

“Wha--!! Elaine?” Guybrush gasped as he turned his head, feeling her nuzzle into the space between his shoulder blades. A chill ran down his spine as a blush slowly appeared on his face. “E-Everything alright, Plunder Bunny?”

“Hmm... yes.” Elaine answered, savoring the warmth radiating off of him and feeling her hold her hands with his own. “What were you writing about, dear?”

“Oh... nothing interesting. Just things that happened today which... which was pretty lackluster if I’m going to be honest.” Guybrush answered, rubbing his thumb along her fingers. “Not complaining or anything but eh, guess it’s a slow day.”

Elaine gave a chuckle, “You looked so focus.”

“Was trying to recall if anything important happened.”

“Ah. ”

She moved her hands from his waist and to his back, giving it a small squeeze that soon turned into a massage. Elaine felt Guybrush slowly melting in her grasp and could only imagine the look on his face. 

“Was there anything?”

“Unless you count being low on tar as important.” Guybrush mumbled, enjoying far too much the massage. 

She gave another giggle as she moved from his shoulder to the lower part of his back, feeling his muscles being in knots. Probably the poor posture he has, Elaine figured. She heard a pleased hum from the blond as he took a breath, if she was to wager a guess, he was probably with his eyes closed right about now. There was a slight grin on her face as she moved her hands from his spine to his side, all with rhythmic motion to keep him entranced in the massage. 

With no warning, Elaine shifted her hands to grip his side and let her fingers dance along the way, running up and down from his armpits to his hips. Guybrush let out a startled yelp and doubled over on himself, trying to shield from the onslaught tickle attack as he shifted into a giggling fit. 

“HAHAHAHA w-wha-- AHAHAHAHA stop!!” Guybrush breathed between laughs. Elaine just grinned and continued her attack, reaching his armpits and feeling him tense up as he tried to escape, laughing the whole time. Soon she was trapped as his arms tried to hold her hands and the two fell on their bed, both of them letting out a gasp before landing on the cushion. ‘Perfect!’ Elaine thought, slipping her fingers out from under him and resting it on his chest, sitting on him while smiling at the sight of the blond.

Guybrush was laying down, breathing from his laughing fit with a giant smile on his face, his eyes were closed as tears of mirth were spilling. He looked like he was glowing. 

“Wha-- ha ha... what was that for?” Guybrush asked, opening his eyes. 

“No reason. Just felt like it.” Elaine answered, soon laying on top of him listening to his breathing while she wrapped her arms around the blond. 

She could feel the hint of red on his face as she gave small kisses along the crook of his neck as well as some giggles that escaped until she reached his face and grinned. Guybrush slowly realized what she was planning, but before he could react, she blew a raspberry on his cheek resorting him to let out a loud child-like laughter as she kept going as well as tickling his stomach. He didn’t bother pleading her to stop as all he could do was laugh at her tickle and raspberry attacks. 

With no warning, Elaine let a startled gasp as she felt fingers tickling along her side, causing the red head to fall to the other side of the bed as Guybrush began his counter attack. Elaine tried pushing the hands away, begging the blond to stop, but all she could do was laugh her lungs out to the point of snorting, which caused the blond to stop the tickle attack and lay next to her, laughing hard along side the red head. 

The two remained on the bed, staring up at the ship’s ceiling breathing heavily from all the laughter. Elaine turned her head only to be greeted with a pair of blue eyes looking at her lovingly, she could only return that gaze back two-folds. He leaned forward and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips before resting his forehead against her’s.

“I love you.” Guybrush confessed.

“I love you, too.” Elaine smiled, giving him another kiss.

As well as another poke to his side making the blond giggle like a child once more.

God she loved that laugh.