#pale pastels nonsense

[noblesandsstories]

To make up for going in circles on this last chapter, I've decided to entertain myself with the Incorrect Quotes Generator. Enjoy things that made me cackle:

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Astarion: *confused* How many kids do you have? Fleur: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

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Fleur: *Gently taps table* Astarion: *Taps back* Gale: What are they doing? Shadowheart: *Tired* Morse code. Fleur: *Aggressively taps table* Astarion: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

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Astarion: This is a mistake. Fleur: *Enthusiastically* A mistake we're going to laugh about one day! Astarion: But not today Fleur: *Still enthusiastic* Oh, no. Today is going to be a mess.

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Astarion: How petty can you get? Fleur: *Sips tea* I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

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This chapter will be done soon I swear.

[mikelogan]

Color Reference Guide to Recognize & Avoid Whitewashing by mihareth How to Spot and Stop Whitewashing POC in Edits by augustds Don't Whitewash Me: A Guide to Coloring POC (Pastel & Pale) by mohanas How to Fix Orange-washed Characters by aubrey-plaza How To: Coloring East and Southeast Asian Celebs by blueshelp POC Coloring Tutorials Tag by gifmakerresource

Please share any other resources you might have in the replies or tag @gifmakerresource!

DISCLAIMER: I am white and in no way do I wish to speak for or over people of color. If anything here is offensive, incorrect, or nonsensical, please let me know and I will remove it and do better moving forward.

When I first started making gifs again last year, I didn't really know about whitewashing. It was a concept I'd definitely heard of and I knew what it was, but I didn't think about it in the context of gifmaking. Since becoming part of a couple gifmaking networks and starting my own resource blog, it's something that I am now very conscious of. I will periodically ask for opinions on my coloring when people of color are in the gifs and I've learned so much from doing so! I genuinely cannot recommend networks like PSCentral and LGBTQCreators enough. Everyone is so kind and helpful and being part of them has only served to better my gifmaking.

I have always liked to give people the benefit of the doubt and believe the best of them until I'm proven otherwise. I know not everyone feels this way, but especially since my personal experience was borne out of ignorance rather than malice. When I see colorwashed gifs, I want to believe (or hope) that OP just isn't aware, the same as I was. But ignorance also isn't an excuse. If someone points out to you that your coloring has whitewashed or otherwise colorwashed a person of color, you should take that and adjust your coloring as necessary, removing the original post. The resources listed above have been instrumental in helping me keep skintones realistic and true to life. There are, I'm sure, many more tutorials out there that discuss this topic. It is on you to take the initiative to learn, not on the person educating you. If being told you've white/colorwashed someone makes you angry, I would urge you to ask yourself why.

As always, please be kind to one another.

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

A Room Full of Sylleblossoms: Noctis Caelum x Reader

Light filtered in softly through the soft white curtains danging gently with the wind. The sun was barely peeking over Insomnia’s walls, filling the room with oranges and reds and yellows more beautiful than any painting he had ever seen.

Her room used to be his when he was this small, this fragile little bundle of chubby sweetness. The nursery, he barely remembered until he woke one day to see her missing from the bassinet to be in here with maids and nannies fussing about.

And yet, his daughter laid there fast asleep through any noise and nonsense the others in the room brought on.

He stood before the big fancy crib, hands on the horizontal rail, he peered in to see his daughter staring up at him already. Her big celestial eyes stared back at him, her little wisps of hair pressed by the little pastel pink beanie she had on. Her little matching pink onesie had little kittens and puppies on it. She was playing with a stuffed toy Ignis had brought, a handmade Anak that she seemed to absolutely love. She never put it down, it went with her everywhere.

Noctis smiled softly at his daughter before he lowered the guard rail. Taking the little princess in his arms - making sure to give her the little Anak stuffed animal as well lest he rouse everyone around him - he turned to look behind him in the nursery.

The pungent, soft smell of sylleblossoms clung to him, clung to everything in the room, his daughter included. He loved the smell of sylleblossoms, he loved her, so of course maids had filled up the fanciest crystal and glass vases they had and placed the white blossoms in the little princess’ room. It was calming to him, quelling any worries that bubbled just beneath the surface.

He glanced at the walls and floor he faintly remembers from his very early childhood. He remembers his mother and how she would sit with him in this room when he was younger, watching him play and read to him big storybooks. He wondered what would she do with his daughter if she were here right now.

Noctis walked over to the large armchair over in the corner of the room. It was overstuffed, a pale gray color made of cottons and silks with a matching ottoman in front of it. He remembered sitting on the ottoman as his father sat in the chair, telling him the stories of the old kings and their righteous adventures late at night when he would finally be able to get away from the politics and the kingly duties for just a moment.

He carefully sat down on the armchair, sinking in to the soft materials that now cradled his behind and his back. His daughter was cooing and babbling softly in his arms, playing with the limbs of the Anak and hugging it close to her.

He sat in the peace and quiet, with her, knowing full and well at anytime, a maid or a nanny will be barging in here to see if the little princess was sleeping soundly. He knew any minute his partner would come to check up on their precious child only to fuss when she would find him sitting in here with her already.

She suddenly giggled, tossing the Anak up into the air before hugging it again, causing the king to smile. He stroked a finger over her little cheeks, poking her little nose, brushing away the little wisps of hair from her face. She was perfection all bundled up into his arms.

He leaned back against the chair, feeling a wave of peace and easiness roll over him. He looked over the large nursery room and took count of everything he remembered: Large cabinets filled to the brim of the best baby stuff around, chests of drawers filled with clothes and blankets and extra diapers, a mountain of toys in the corner, the chair he sat in, the four poster crib now empty. The three tall windows were etched in stained glass, beautiful designs his mother would tell him the stories of them for hours at bedtime. They depicted the birth of Insomnia, or at least the child-friendly version that is.

His daughter’s face suddenly scrunched up, her little eyes shut with what he thought was unease, her little hands balled into fists, and she started to squirm in his grip. Noctis panicked for a brief moment, suddenly afraid that she was about to start wailing and crying for no apparent reason. He felt her bottom but she was not wet. She had her precious Anak stuffed animal clamped tightly in one little baby fist, she was going to be fed in just a little while. He had no idea what was wrong.

Noctis quickly stood up with her in his arms, about to hurry over to the one little cabinet with the formulas when he froze. Her lips parted, he winced as he was ready to suddenly hear her start to scream and cry.

But she didn’t.

Noctis softly started to untangle himself as he watched his daughter simply yawn and tuck the Anak closer to her little self before her eyes fluttered shut. She snuggled up to her father’s warmth and laid there calmly in his arms, asleep now.

Noctis sighed, suddenly smiling at his daughter now passed out in his arms. He sat back down on the ottoman this time, hunched over his daughter as he breathed in the calming smell of the sylleblossoms surrounding him and his precious child. He let the rare flowers work their magic on him, the king about to follow along with his little princess for naptime when he suddenly heard the two large doors of the nursery open.

Opening one eye, he turned and saw his Queen standing there, smiling at him as he held his sleeping daughter. She carefully walked over to the two, pressing a kiss to Noctis’ cheek.

“Maybe you should be on duty for putting her down for naps then,” she smiled at him.

“I am the king of naps after all,” Noctis chuckled softly.

She sat beside him on the ottoman, watching their sleeping daughter, leaning on one another quietly in a room full of sylleblossoms.

[meadow-of-mogai-melodies]

sharkyguyvillic!

sharkyguyvillic-

a gender related to sharks, chaos, the internet (specifically 2000's to 2010's), Scene fashion, being a silly mischievous villain, just being a lil guy that's evil, space, skeletons, vocaloid, zombies, weirdcore, not being human, the show/web series DHMIS, plushies, ghosts, being extremely anxious, not existing, violence, gore, strawberries, drawing with crayons and oil pastels, pure nonsense, being the silliest guy EVER, the word bro, and being trapped inside your room, seeing the outside world as a dangerous terrifying void!

[Image ID: A flag with eleven equally-thick straight horizontal stripes. From top to bottom, the colors are pale grey-blue, golden, bright cyan, blue-grey, medium blue, deep blue-grey, medium brown, magenta-grey, grey-salmon pink, light teal, and pale grey. End ID.]

term and flag by me, requested by anon! tagging @radiomogai :3

[omgauplease]

It's Graduation Day!!! We hope you enjoy the final set of wonderful works from our Day 6 creators!

Dream of the Pale Blue Lobster - Rated T - 3,567 words (Chapter 1/7)

Featuring: Derek "Nursey" Nurse/William "Dex" Poindexter

Summary: Nursey writes a bestselling novel that features a unique pastel-colored lobster that lives in a New England public aquarium. As part of a Netflix series based on the book, Nursey tracks down the lobster boat that caught and provided the specimen to the facility. Captain Dex has no time to spare for all of this artsy nonsense, but Nurse is unexpectedly charmed by Dex. And quite persistent in his quest to know more about him. Why is his boat named that? Why does he always wear this particular hat? How uniform is the distribution pattern of his freckles? What does he look like when he smiles?

These are important questions that Nursey really needs answers to.

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Et Cetera - Rated G - 4,857 words

Featuring: Eric "Bitty" Bittle/Jack Zimmermann, Derek "Nursey" Nurse/William "Dex" Poindexter, Kent "Parse' Parson & Jack Zimmermann, Alicia Zimmermann/Bob Zimmermann, Richard "Coach" Bittle/Suzanne Bittle

Summary: A collection of letters from the royal archives detailing, among other things, the beginnings of the courtship between Princes Jacques Laurent Zimmermann and Eric Richard Bittle.

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out of tune - Rated T - 4.463 words

Featuring: Kent "Parse" Parson/Jack Zimmermann

Summary: Kent Parson is leaning against an open doorway, looking out at the stage and watching the girl working the lights adjust settings on her control desk. He’s scheduled for soundcheck in half an hour, but he’s always early. It’s a remnant from his days playing only these kinds of venues, the sketchy basement clubs with malfunctioning lights and dirt-cheap vodka sodas. The ones where you have to show up on time, or they’ll just shrug and let the next band play instead. The kinds of venues even a scrappy college-dropout kid from Buffalo with too many feelings he didn’t know what to do with except channel into guitar riffs and angry breakup songs got to play in.

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Samwell Acres - Rated G - 2,525 words

Featuring: Eric "Bitty" Bittle/Jack Zimmermann, Adam Birkholtz & Eric Bittle & Larissa Duan & Shitty Knight & Justin Oluransi & Jack Zimmermann,

Summary: Denice Ford is excited for her new job at a retirement home. The residents on the floor she's in charge of are a little more... energetic than one might expect.

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And I'd choose you - Rated G

Featuring: Eric "Bitty" Bittle/Jack Zimmermann, Larissa "Lardo" Duan/Shitty Knight, Adam "Holster" Birkholtz/Justin "Ransom" Oluransi

Summary: In which we get to see a bit of Samwell's Men Hockey Team on an universe with Daemons (external physical manifestation of a person's soul that takes the form of an animal)! Inspired by the book series "His Dark Materials".

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[djhinnwe]

Ineffable Interns (?)

New Headcanon for Muriel and Disposable Demon Eric after they become friends via bonding over being the lowest tier demon/angel. (Ineffable Grunts? Ineffable Minions? Ineffable Interns?)

Muriel ends up finding music and falling in love with the likes of Buffy St. Marie, Tanya Tagaq, and The Halluci Nation (as well as Brazilian protest music along the same veins). She is somewhat radicalized by them against the Church and is moving towards having more faith in herself and the Universe than in God and Heaven. Crowley finds himself bemused, but does put in effort to keep her from falling similar to Aziraphale (though she'd be fine on her own). [Little Wheel Spin and Spin] [Tongues] [Colonizer Halluci Nation Remix]

Disposable Demon Eric on the other hand ends up really liking stuff that's a little more fluffy and varied. Think Joker Out, Michael Bublé, Walker and Wylde, etc. He's taking Sanctuary in the bookshop because he's kind of sick of being disposable to people. He, like Crowley, continues to do the right thing for the right reason and goes along with Hell as far as he can (which is less than Crowley could at the same point in Crowley's arc). Eric continues to be brave and ask questions, which Crowley hasn't seen from any other demon and he's kind of impressed tbh. [Carpe Diem - English] [Feeling Good] [Life of the Cursed Intro / Outro]

They still dress in their respective side's colours, with Muriel being modest and liking pale colours (pastels are her fave, especially pastel pink) and Eric continuing along with his black/green goth motif. They like to do a book club once a month. Neither fall into the pitfalls of Crowley/Aziraphale in the way they fall for one another (ie. they figure out that they need to learn how to communicate effectively rather than speaking in nuance), nor do they fall in love in a selfish way like Gabriel/Beelzebub. Their love is the most platonic out of the angel/demon pairings and once they figure out that they won't die from touching one another, they are very physically affectionate with one another. Eric is not jealous if Muriel goes out on a date, though he does pout sometimes because he enjoys her company.

On a separate note, Hastur meeting a human and threatening them only to have the human be like "Oh, who are you? Christopher Columbus? You going to cut off my hands? Chop off my genitals and eat them for lunch? Going to skin my children alive, season them, and have some long pork jerky after fucking their corpses? No? Then get outta here with your nonsense. Anything you're threatening is a faster and less painful way to die than the death my own people offer." And that is how Hastur learns that humans are scarier and more depraved than he could ever hope to be.

[techniiciian]

getting to know you. respond to the following prompts. include as much or as little as you want; you don't have to answer them all !

NAME / ALIAS: aer ( tell me how ur supposed to breath with no aer? can't live, can't breathe with no aer! )

BIRTHDAY: april 30th ( me & willie nelson share a birthday )

ZODIAC SIGN: Taurus Sun, Virgo Rising, Leo Moon

HEIGHT: 5’7” or 170cm

HOBBIES: roleplaying, going to the gym, various arts & crafts including and not limited to: stuffed animal making, embroidering, felt flower making, knitting, & bracelet making. there's also reading, day dreaming, collecting various leaves, twigs & flowers along with other random items such as used matchsticks. uuuuh... thats's about it. >:)c

FAVORITE COLOR: today it's pastel / bubble gum pink , pastel / baby / pale blues , and pine tree green

FAVORITE BOOK: jurassic park ( i love this book so much ok it's a go to for fav book & movie [ tho as a movie is is tied with jaws ] )

LAST SONG: the 1 by taylor swift ( i know i'm a lowkey [ high key ] swifty & i'm sorry [ as a side note the song i listened before this was self sabotage by waterparks ] )

LAST MOVIE: the meg 2 ( first movie was better bc there was more shark content )

LAST SHOW: cunk on earth ( my love for this type of humor is unparalleled ok )

RECENT READ: fourth wing ( don't look at me too hard ok? [ previous books this have been cataylst & rots { the books im gonna read after is the throne of glass series } ] )

SOURCES OF INSPIRATION: music, silly nonsense, tiktoks, curiosities, honestly idk adhd has it pulling form 80 different places at once while pulling from seeming nothing at all. it's like a bunny being pulled out of hat.

STORY BEHIND URL: matt is a technician! easy peasy and simple. ( it's legit the most basic i could get & i love it bc its easy to remember. he's just some technician. not even a radar tech! this could count as a droid tech too! )

tagged by: @s1thcall & @sithsjedi tagging: @fcalty ; @acharnemcnt ; @debelltio ; @iconaclysm ; @pracses ; @prvtocol ; @prodigalren ; @stillsolo ; @vaderari ; @inevitablehe ; @iniqutous ; @inebranlablc ; & everyone & anyone else !!!!!

[brandiph0]

A Bad night club

Lemi and Zurla had been in the club for a hour and Lemi has been drinking soda and Zurla has been partying with her friends while there partying hard

Lemi: woo I ’m all full of thirst I’m gonna go get to the bathroom

As he heads to the restroom and uses the bathroom , as Zurla goes in before him as she takes selfie photos of herself looking at the mirror , as Lemi comes out of the bathroom

Lemi: ugh this was so much nicer than the last club cause last time Ada put a darts on a guy

Zurla: I can tell and why are you crying?

Lemi: I was tired and I cried for I saw the Lps video

Zurla: last time i watched it i got so mad that I almost broke the wall and those toys was cool while watching them grow up until I stopped watching them because it was….I don’t know exactly but honestly I miss watching it

Lemi: sense when did you start playing with littlest pets shops?

Zurla: i was was 12 years old I started playing with them and it had been my favorite since I young age but my favorite was a pale blonde cat with pastel eyes I named her yo-yo.

Lemi: …wow that very touching

Zurla: yeah, don’t cry again

Lemi: I’m trying not too but it’s so cute

Zurla: oh gosh 😓 let’s go before I had a flashback

*after they left the club Lemi saw zurla has gone to a fight with a random girl and they go back and forth and then zurla attacks her*

Lemi: *stars recording * oh dang this is going down get her bestie!!

Zurla: You had all that talking now what?!? Huh?!? Now what?!

Random girl: ahhh!!! Let me go!! I’ll stop!!!

Zurla: no you talk all that nonsense and now what?!?

*she snatched her wig and realized her face*

Both: *gasp*

Zurla: Kia?

Kia: zurla?

Lemi: wait you two met before?

Kia: yeah back in Brooklyn middle school we used to be the popular back then

Zurla: oh yeah I remember that too until I moved out

Lemi: that was so twisted

Zurla: ikr 😅

* at the house *

Zurla: my bad for almost knocking you out I could have put you asleep

Kia: is fine I just been through a lot

Lemi: that’s for sure

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rules: tag 10 people or as many as you want that you want to get to know better.

thank you for the tag @aftermidnightwriting 💛

relationship status: ya girl is married 💛 been together 11 years married two 🥰

favorite color(s): I love any kind of yellow particularly pale & mustard, pale/lilac purple. I also really love army/olive green & like a terracotta burnt orange.

song stuck in my head: Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter has been on loop in my head lately (maybe a little personal trainer Steve part 2 coming shortly because of that 😏)

last song I listened to: Climax by Djo

3 favorite foods: this is a cruel cruel cruel question. I love food. How do I choose?! I think I'd have to say pickles, watermelon, and potatoes in any form.

last thing I googled: information about hello fresh!

dream trip: I'm actually going to Iceland & Ireland this summer and that is definitely a crazy dream come true! I want to see everywhere...I think the dream would be to travel and backpack and see as much as I could in like a year. But I also want to see Hawaii & Alaska as those are the last two states I haven't been to 🥰

anything I want right now: I could really really go for a strawberry shake but on a serious note, I'd love to get on the same page with my confidence/self esteem. Stupid anxiety and brain always getting in the way.

No pressure tags: @boomhauer @loveshotzz @sweetsweetjellybean @big-ope-vibes @pastel-pillows @crappymixtape @willowherbal @schoopsahoy @usedtobecooler @newlips @palmtreesx3

[likkolo]

okay i couldn't help putting to paper some of the brainworms this was giving me SO small fic under cut <3

Chan doesn’t give gifts often. Felix has more than enough money to buy himself whatever he wants, and Chan much prefers to give him experiences like trips or meals at nice restaurants. 

But this gift will be an experience if everything works out. Chan really hopes it works out.

He watches Felix’s face carefully as he hands him the bag. He sees the look of pleasant surprise, the ‘hyung, you shouldn’t have’ when Felix first realizes it’s a gift. Then Felix looks inside and a blush kindles beneath the dusting of freckles on his cheeks. There’s a mischievous smirk. And then a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. He looks back up at Chan—

“Is the color wrong?” Chan asks hastily. “Something you don’t like about the style?”

“No, no,” Felix says. He smiles again, pulling the top out of the bag. “This is really cute.” It’s a crop top in pastel purple, with a smocked bodice and ruffled shoulder straps. Chan had thought the color would bring out his pretty brown eyes, while the cut emphasized Felix’s delicate clavicle and the slenderness of his arms. At least he thinks that’s how fashion works. And he’s pretty sure it is, because he finds it a lot easier to shop for Felix than himself.

“I love the thigh-highs too,” Felix continues, blushing a little again. They’re a delicate sheer white with lace cuffs and satin bows that Chan can’t wait to see on Felix’s pale thighs. 

“Then what are you unsure about?” Chan asks, very gently so Felix will feel comfortable to tell him the truth. It hasn’t been very long since Felix started embracing more overtly feminine clothing, and Chan wants to be as supportive and encouraging as he can.

“The skirt,” Felix says. He holds up a miniskirt made of acid-wash non-stretch denim. There’s a bleached butterfly motif at each of the hips and a cute butterfly button that fastens the fly. It even has a raw, distressed hemline which Chan thought would look adorable paired with the delicate details on the thigh-highs. In other words, the skirt is a slam-dunk.

“I like it,” Felix says, “but I don’t fit into this size anymore.”

Chan licks his lips. “You don’t?”

“Um.” Felix self-consciously pats the belly sitting in his lap. “I guess I’ve gained more weight than you thought.”

Chan sits down beside him, helps himself to a handful of Felix’s belly. “Can I tell you the truth?” he asks.

Felix nods.

“I purposefully bought the skirt a size too small,” he says. “So I could see how sweet and plump you’d look with this belly spilling out of it.”

Felix barks out a laugh and gives Chan a playful shove. “I can’t believe you!” he squeals. “I was so embarrassed.”

“I’m sorry,” Chan says. “I don’t want you to be embarrassed—unless it’s in a sexy way. But you know I’m obsessed with your weight gain.”

Felix tries but can’t quite stifle a grin. “Yeah, I know.”

Chan pushes his hands beneath the hem of Felix’s shirt, kneads further into the plush fat. “So why do you still get embarrassed about it?”

“I don’t know,” Felix says. “I guess I’m still not used to how big I’m getting. But… there’s also something about the embarrassment that I kind of like. I mean, it’s a little bit exciting, too, isn’t it?”

Chan nods. “I knew you had a humiliation kink.”

“I do not!”

“Sure.”

Felix gasps.

“Anyways, can I watch you try on your new outfit?”

Felix nods.

He looks gorgeous. The white thigh-highs make his long legs look so elegant, even where the lace bites into the meat of his chubby thighs. The smocking in the crop top flatters the shape of his chest, and the tight denim skirt is doing wonders for his belly.

The skirt’s waistband squeezes his belly in two, with the lower portion looking positively shrink-wrapped by the tight denim while the upper portion bulges out in an obscene muffin top. Chan has never seen anything so hot in his life. 

But, “hyung, this looks terrible,” Felix whines. “It’s gotta be at least two sizes too small.”

“Nonsense,” Chan says. “I can see every gorgeous pound you’ve gained, and that means it’s perfect.”

“But I could never let anyone else see me in this.”

“You don’t think so? 

“Absolutely not.”

“Not even the members?”

“Hyung, you wouldn’t.”

Chan smirks. “They’ve all been very complimentary about your weight, right? I think we should ask them what they think of this outfit.”

Felix goes bright red. But he slowly starts to nod, and then he takes the hand that Chan offers him.

Chan leads him out of the bedroom.

Everyone is in the main room playing video games. Jeongin is the first to notice Felix coming downstairs. He forgets all about the controller in his hands, staring dumbly at the curvy wet dream descending towards him.

Then one by one, the others take notice and begin to stare as well, until Felix and Chan reach the bottom of the stairs.

“You look so adorable, Yongbok,” Changbin gushes. “I love your stockings.”

“And your top is super cute too,” Hyunjin adds.

“What about the skirt?” Chan asks. “Felix said it was too small, but I told him I thought it was perfect just like this.”

“Definitely perfect,” Jeongin says. “I like being able to see how fat hyung has gotten.”

“See, babe? I knew they’d agree.”

“This is so embarrassing,” Felix says, but Chan can see the shy smile he hides behind his hands.

“Do a twirl,” Seungmin requests. “So we can see how pretty it is all the way around.”

Felix obliges, although his twirl is more of a toddle. Still, the room erupts in sounds of approval, cooing over how cute and sweet he looks. Then the next thing he knows, Jisung is pulling him towards the couch, pulling him down onto his lap so he can palm at the portion of Felix’s belly that’s zipped up into the skirt. 

Felix yelps as he feels more hands land on him, some pinching and kneading while others stroke and rub. They grab at his chubby upper arms, his thick thighs, even his round cheeks. “Guys,” he gasps, trying to make sense of all the hands touching everywhere. “Guys, please—”

The hands all pull away immediately. Each of the members looks at Felix.

“What is it, baby?”

Jisung shifts Felix over so that he goes from straddling Jisung’s hips to sitting on Minho’s lap. Unfortunately the change in position makes it very obvious that Felix has begun to strain his skirt in more ways than one.

“Aww,” Hyunjin coos.

“Our sweet little Lixie must like being manhandled after all.”

“Baby looks so pretty with his little erection tenting his skirt.”

Felix blushes a deep red and buries his face in Minho’s shoulder. But he can’t help the way he kicks his feet at all the attention. He loves being fawned over, even if it can be a little overwhelming.

Then Chan comes in from the kitchen with a huge slice of chocolate cake.

Felix knows that cake slice. Chan bought it for him just last night after their dinner date, when he was sure he would be able to convince Felix to eat dessert despite the ungainly way Felix had waddled out of the restaurant. Felix was just as sure that he couldn’t eat a single bite. He knew he was already stuffed to his limit, but he also knew that in the immediate future he would very much want a beautiful piece of cake. 

“Yummy,” Felix says. “Cake? For me?”

“All for you, baby,” Chan coos. He forks up a large bite, brings it to Felix’s eager mouth. “Everyone adores you so much, sweetheart. I have to make you fatter so there’s enough of you to go around. Then everyone can get a piece, right?”

Felix nods, but he’s not really listening because the rich taste of the cake on his tongue is all he can focus on. It’s delicious, thick and moist and definitely fattening, exactly how Felix likes it. He opens his mouth again and again, savoring bite after chocolatey bite.

“He’s so sweet when he eats,” someone says.

“A fat little angel.”

“Poor thing is going to be struggling in that outfit though.”

“It’s so tight!”

Everyone is giggling, but Felix isn’t paying attention to what they’re laughing at. It’s like nothing exists beyond the deliciousness of the cake and the ache of his throbbing cock.

“Look at him humping the air in his skin-tight skirt,” someone laughs.

And then Felix chokes out a moan, because he feels someone’s hand wiggle beneath his skirt to take hold of his cock and squeeze. “Please,” Felix whimpers. “Please, yes—”

Immediately the number of hands on him triples, quadruples. It seems like everyone is touching him now. Someone is biting around the lace on his thighs. Someone is rubbing his belly. Someone is taking a handful of the cake and shoving it directly into Felix’s mouth—

Felix splutters for a moment before he manages to close his mouth around the mound of cake. He chews, and tries not to think about how much of his cheeks must be smeared with frosting and crumbs. He must look like a mess. A gluttonous, insatiable mess.

“What a good boy you are, Yongbok, eating up your cake for us,” Changbin singsongs. He leans in to mouth at Felix’s cheek, lapping up the frosting before leaving kisses in its wake.

Jeongin is doing the same along his collarbone, licking errant crumbs into his mouth and then sucking bruises along the same spots.

Between his legs, someone is still lazily jerking him off, thumbing over the head of his cock in a way that makes him shudder with pleasure.

And above him Chan is still shoveling cake into his mouth. Felix can feel his stomach filling up, the waistband digging deeper and deeper into the tender skin of his tummy. He knows he must look like an overfilled creampuff right now, but he doesn’t care. Or rather, he kind of hopes that he does. He had no idea that coming downstairs in his new outfit would elicit this reaction from everyone, but he’s starting to think this is the best gift Chan has ever given him.

Then suddenly, Felix feels a sudden release of pressure on his belly.

“Wow,” Seungmin says. “You blew out the zipper on the skirt.”

Felix cranes his neck, struggling to see over his own bulk to where the busted halves of the zipper form a jagged circle. The button is still fastened, which keeps the two sides of the waistband together even as his fat seems to push through the open area.

“Easy access,” Seungmin jokes.

“Yeah,” Jisung says. “To his belly button.”

“Exactly.” Seungmin slips his hand past the teeth of the zipper and begins to rub his fingers around the rim of Felix’s deep navel.

“Minnie,” Felix moans. He arches his back, letting his belly push further into Seungmin’s hand. He loves having his belly button played with, loves being teased for how deep it’s getting, how soft the fat around it is—

Suddenly the hand on his cock isn’t enough. He wants to be fucked, to be filled. He wants to feel the fat on his body ripple and wobble as Chan plows his ass. 

“Turn me over,” he says. “Turn me on my belly. Channie, please, need you to fuck me. Right in front of everyone, I don’t care. Just need you. Now.”

Chan scrambles to set aside the plate of cake while Changbin and Minho begin to shift Felix over, rolling him sideways so that he can turn onto his hands and knees on the couch. Felix feels the weight of his gut roll with him, going from piled on top of him to hanging beneath. But just as gravity takes it, just as the mound of fat plops over, Felix feels it.

He cries out, surprised, and then moans when he realizes what happened.

The full girth of his belly fat has finally popped the button, forcing the fly to split apart as his gut pushes into the extra space. There’s no longer anything holding him in, and he marvels for a moment at how truly fat he is to have ruined the skirt with his belly.

Then the embarrassment sets in. He can’t believe he’s gotten so fat.

“God, you’re so perfect,” Hyunjin murmurs. “We’re so lucky Channie hyungie shares you like this.”

“I wish I could’ve filmed you busting that button,” Jisung says. “That was so hot. The way your belly just burst out.”

“Hyung knew what he was doing when he picked out that outfit.”

Felix looks behind him and sees the most smug smile he’s ever seen on Chan’s face.

“It was definitely an experience,” Chan chuckles. “Right, Lix?”

IDK how y’all feel about skirts/thigh highs n shit but I love them and I’ve literally been unable to cleanse this idea from my head.

Chan and Felix - ok.

Chan gets Felix this really cute pastel crop top and skirt and thigh highs outfit and purposefully buys it a size too small because he loves the way Felix’s fat just gets all squished in it. And it’s so revealing!!!! So he can’t really hide himself ! 🥹

And he feels all shy about it but then Chan’s like “why don’t we ask everyone else what they think?” And Felix could DIE from the humiliation but it makes him so excited anyway. So he comes downstairs and everyone stops playing video games to see Felix looking plump pretty n precious in his outfit. They start squishing him and pinching his cheeks and tummy fats. Squish his fat upper arms and thighs and calves. He feels so loved and horny at the same time.

Chan gets him a snack from the kitchen and starts hand/spoon feeding him while the other members coo over how precious he is and all poke fun at how tight his outfit is. Maybe some members drop to their knees and give Felix special kisses while some purposefully make his face dirty so they can ‘clean it off’ and HNNGNGNGNG this is going crazy. 🥹🥹🥹😭😭😭

So Felix ends up popping the skirt button, getting so full, getting praised, kissed, pleasured, all while Chan is just a fuckin menace of a BF. 🥹🥹🥹 lending out his fattened baby cause he’s so precious.

WAIT CHAN FATTENING HIM SO EVERY MEMBER CAN ‘have a piece’. OGODOFOFOFOOFOFOF GOOD LORD PLEASE 😭😭😭

WAAAUT AGAIN!!!! Felix forced to chug soda while standing on the scale in front of them!! HOW HUMILIATING 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹💥💥💳💳💥💳💳💳

[limerental]

ficletober day 31 - geraskier with implied geraskefer

It's the night of the annual Halloween party at the Rivia-Vengerberg manor, and a host of supernatural creatures are about to arrive. Too bad Jaskier, the resident party planner and werewolf, forgot that tonight's a full moon.

And this is my last ficlet boys! No warning's for this one. It's just kooky goofy Halloween nonsense. Featuring the Witcher cast as varying creatures in a nebulously modern au.

Hopefully you've enjoyed reading my weird little ficlets this month as much as I've enjoyed pooping them out every day.

“Fuck,” Jaskier swore, cursing the Universe. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

In a perfect storm of unfortunate events, the first guests attending his annual Halloween shebang hosted at the Rivia-Vengerberg manor were due to start arriving in under an hour, the party supply store down the street had had a woefully small stock of fake spider webs, leaving the house scantily underwebbed, Lambert had just called to say he would be late with the keg, the Spotify playlist he had made for the evening suddenly seemed like it was in the wrong order, and he had forgotten, in all of his planning, to account for the fact that tonight was a full moon and that he, Jaskier, was the resident werewolf.

More pressingly, he’d misplaced his favorite pair of fishnet tights.

“Geralt,” he called down into the basement, voice pitched louder than was probably necessary. “Geralt, are you still sleeping down there? It’s nearly evening. Time to wake up.” 

He tiptoed down the stairs, not really wanting to invite Geralt’s ire if he had woken up on the wrong side of the coffin. The vampire had never appreciated his manor being the site of Jaskier’s annual party but tolerated it for reasons unknown. 

In the basement, he crept past the hot water tank and pool table and assorted cardboard boxes to approach the stone coffin set on a raised dias at the back of the room. 

The lid stood propped open, and the pale vampire was sitting up rubbing at his temples as though he already had a headache.

“Geralt, I can’t find my fishnets,” said Jaskier, and Geralt sighed. “Oh, don’t sigh."

“I didn’t sigh,” grumbled Geralt, sighing some more.

“I can’t possibly pull this Dr. Frankenfurter costume together without a good pair of fishnets. I’d just be a sad, goth drag queen rather than– Geralt, are you listening?”

“No,” he said. “What time is it?”

“Nearly six,” said Jaskier. “Pay attention, my friend. Fishnets.”

“I’d check Ciri’s room,” mumbled Geralt. He rubbed at his face a while longer, making no move to rise from the coffin. Jaskier immediately bounded up the stairs but paused at the top, dangling on the hand railing to poke his head back into the basement.

“Oh yeah,” he said, “and I forgot uh… it’s a full moon. May have slipped my mind during the party planning. So like. When I wolf out when the moon rises, don’t let me bite anybody. That would be a smidgen embarrassing, wouldn’t it? Nearly as bad as a few years ago with the ice sculpture.”

He ducked up the stairs before he could hear Geralt’s likely judgemental answer.

Truthfully, nothing could be as bad as the ice sculpture.

And, fortunately, he was a fairly tame terrifying creature of the night. Gnawing non-consensually on people’s flesh was not his thing, even when transformed into a mindless wolf creature.

From what he had been told, because no matter how hard he tried, Jaskier could not remember his monthly episodes, his wolf form was not much different than his human one, except with less vocal skills and slightly better dance moves. 

Horrible taste in music though. One year, his wolf form had ruined his Spotify Wrapped by playing Nitty Gritty’s Fishing in the Dark for seven consecutive hours.

Jaskier entered Ciri’s room with trepidation. She technically no longer lived here, off on interdimensional time travel adventures doing whatever it was a teenaged girl with universe-hopping superpowers did, but it still felt wrong to intrude on her unnervingly pastel childhood bedroom. There were a great deal of unicorns and far less half-dissected dead rats than there had been when she lived here.

Geralt was right of course, and he found his fishnets flung over the back of her desk chair. He thanked his lucky stars that they were not hopelessly tangled, and he had not had to dig through a young girl’s underwear drawer. He had half-worried that Yennefer would emerge suddenly from a darkened corner just when he was wrist-deep in bras.

The witch had yet to show herself today, though he knew she was somewhere in the house because someone kept adding My Chemical Romance songs to his trial run of the Halloween playlist blasting through the bluetooth speakers in the living room.

“Yennefer!” Jaskier called, nearly face-planting down the ornate grand staircase as he tried to pull on his fishnet tights and scurry down them at the same time. “Quit looming in the shadows like some gargoyle and help me with my corset!”

The witch materialized without a sound before him, and he did trip down the last few steps into the faux cobweb-strewn foyer, sprawling on his ass on the blood-red rug. If he did not know that Yennefer dressed like Morticia Addams every day of the year, he would compliment her Halloween costume. As it was, he scoffed at her lack of creativity.

“Come on, Yennefer, you could at least mix it up a little,” he said, wrinkling his nose as he leapt to his feet. “You of all people should fully embrace the Halloween spirit. Wear some jewel tones or something. At least one color.”

“I’m an immortal witch who lives with a vampire and an idiot werewolf in a secluded, haunted manor on a hill,” she said. “Every day is Halloween for us.”

“It’s not really haunted, is it?” he asked. “I haven’t seen any ghosts.”

“Haunted by your irritating presence."

"Yennefer. Help. Corset."

“Turn around,” she said and began to lace and tighten his corset with sharper tugs than strictly necessarily. “Isn’t it a full moon?”

“Yes, yes, I forgot the moon phase. No need for everyone to bitch at me about it.”

“I’m certainly not bitching,” she said. “Wolf man you talks far less. I could do without the leg-humping though.”

Jaskier made an apologetic gesture.

"Don't lie. You love the leg-humping."

Yennefer scoffed.

When he got drunk enough, he was prone to humping Yennefer’s legs even in man form.

Ciri was the first of the guests to arrive, spiling through a shimmering portal into the middle of the living room. She was dressed as the Thirteenth Doctor, and a unicorn stepped through the portal behind her, wearing a Dalek eyestalk covering the slender horn on its forehead. 

Jaskier considered reminding her that this household had had a firm “no horses allowed inside” rule since the infamous Roach in the attic incident, but he wasn’t actually certain if unicorns counted as horses or were just vaguely horse-shaped. Ciri glared at him like he had brought it up anyhow. It was probably rude to accuse a sentient being of being a horse when they weren’t, and Jaskier was nothing if not a considerate and gracious host.

Living with several people who could either read his mind or knew him so well that they didn’t have to was just inconvenient.

Not long later, Eskel arrived dressed as a lumberjack with enough casserole dishes of assorted food to feed dozens of people, holes cut in the lumpy beanie on his head to accommodate his curved succubi horns, and Lambert showed up only a little late with the keg, wearing a leather jacket and cuffed jeans, grinning as impishly as expected, given his nature. His sharp, little teeth glinted, and his hair was slicked with grease around the pointed nubs of his horns.

“No poodle skirt?” Jaskier called, grateful for the arrival of the beer but unable to avoid giving his least favorite of Geralt’s weird brothers at least some shit. 

Lambert flipped him off. His forked tail casually snagged a pigs in the blanket from one of the platters Eskel was arranging.

“I’ll be the one laughing tonight, Wolf Boy,” he said. “How’s that moon feelin’?”

“I have another hour at least,” said Jaskier. “It’s barely dark out. Speaking of, where the hell is Geralt? He’s not going to hide away in that creepy little crypt of his all evening. He’s supposed to stop me from using anyone as a chew toy.” 

“What are you supposed to be anyway? A sad, goth drag queen?”

Jaskier gasped in scandalized affront, just as another My Chemical Romance song began to play from the speakers, and he hurried off to fix his playlist once again.

Triss Merigold showed up bearing several bottles of wine in a blush-pink Playboy bunny costume that clashed horribly with her red hair, and his flagrant ogling of her exposed bosom was cut short when the very scary Philippa Eilhart stepped up to press a hand to her lower back. She was wearing tufted wolf ears and sharp fangs, plus a bright red cape, which he personally felt was a bit derivative of yours truly but was not about to open his mouth to comment and risk being turned to ash.

The rest of the Coven of Sorceresses, or whatever they called themselves, appeared one after another. There were several among them dressed in sexy witch costumes, which seemed nearly as uncreative as Yennefer, who technically had refused to participate.

Fringilla Vigo had apparently missed the sexy part of the memo sent by the group and was dressed in full stereotypical wizard regalia, complete with moon and stars cape, pointy hat, and long faux beard. She got tipsy on Merigold’s wine very quickly and kept accidentally smacking people with her oversized wizard staff, giggling girlishly.

“Geralt?” Jaskier called into the dark basement. “The party’s in full swing, you know. I could transform into a significantly hairier fanged beast at any moment. Geralt, are you busy moping? Is this because the unicorn is allowed in the house and Roach isn’t?”

“I’m not moping,” said Geralt, decidedly moping in his coffin. “I’m meditating.”

“Your brothers brought beer. And those tiny biscuit-swaddled baby hot dogs you love so much,” said Jaskier. “Regis just showed up. He’s dressed as Dracula again, which… come on, does no one have even a small shred of creative integrity anymore? I know he’s a different flavor of vampire than you, what with the whole ‘doesn’t burn in the sunlight and isn’t allergic to garlic’ thing, but it isn’t that a bit of an offensive caricature? He’s talking with a really bad Transylvanian accent. That should be my gig tonight!”

Geralt’s inability to eat garlic bread was really, horribly, desperately sad to Jaskier, so he brought it up in conversation as often as possible, just so that Geralt knew he hadn’t forgotten that Jaskier was incredibly supportive of his depressing garlic-related plight.

“Go away, Jaskier,” said Geralt. Rather than go away, Jaskier took a running jump and vaulted himself into the coffin with his friend, only poking him a little in the shins with his tall, heeled boots.

“Are you having a case of the Mondays?” he asked. “Are you in blood withdrawal? Is it really the unicorn? I can ask it to leave but it does have a four foot sword on its forehead, so if it stabs me right to death I–”

“It’s not Ihuarraquax,” said Geralt. “Or blood withdrawal. Or… it’s not even Monday, Jaskier.”

“As previously-stated, I rarely have any clue what day of the week or month it is, Geralt.” 

“I’m just not feeling up to partying tonight.”

Jaskier snapped his fingers. 

“Case of the Mondays, it is.”

Geralt stared at him with a miserable expression. 

It was not much different than his usual look, but after years of strange, supernatural friendship, Jaskier considered himself a connoisseur of Geralt’s varying moods and quirks. Most werewolves and vampires did not prefer to spend any length of time in each other’s presence, but even Jaskier’s wolf form was unusually attached to Geralt. It was often him he ended up using as a chew toy, after all.

“You mind if I stay down here for my shift?” Jaskier asked. 

"You'll miss your party," said Geralt, his voice almost a whisper.

"Naw," he said. "I'm already going to miss it. Wolf me would probably spend the whole night line dancing again or something."

For a while, they just sat facing each other in the coffin, staring, and Jaskier dropped his chin to rest on his folded knees. He knew he must look as moon-eyed and dopey as usual while getting a good look at Geralt, but that was hardly his fault.

They called it puppy love for a reason.

Without consciously doing so, Jaskier's breathing slowed to match Geralt's even breaths, and he had the fleeting thought that maybe the vampire was faking a bummed out mood to draw him down here, where a relaxed, meditative state would ease the inevitably painful trauma of his transformation.

It didn't suck sometimes. Living with a house full of creatures who knew him so well.

Through the narrow slats of the basement windows, the moon rose bright and full in a crisp, black sky.

Over the thumping bass of a colorful gathering of drunken misfit supernatural creatures, a wolf began to howl.

[coffee-in-veins]

Day 17: Pumpkin Patch

an entry for darkest prompts promptober 2022  

previous days: 1, 2, 3,  4, 5, 6,  7,  8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16

now available on ao3 too

for @alchemy-go-boom

Patch VERB - treat someone's injuries or repair the damage to something in an improvised way; construct something hastily from unsuitable components; restore peaceful or friendly relations after a quarrel or dispute. 

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Led through the mist, By the milk-light of moon, All that was lost, is revealed. Our long bygone burdens, mere echoes of the spring, But where have we come, and where shall we end? If dreams can't come true, then why not pretend? -- Into the Unknown from Over the Garden Wall

"Why do you always manage to take us into trouble?"

Reynauld's voice was hushed, both angry and timid, and cracking because he still hadn't passed his growth spur. It didn't mean he couldn't pin most of the boys down if they tried to tease him for being chubby. The hushed tones suited the darkness they were sneaking through, though. 

"Why, 'cause yer shite at doing your job of stopping me, of course," Dismas answered cheerily in a whisper just as hushed, all split lips and a wide smirk that showed his shipped tooth despite the dim light. "Now shush, if ol' Tom's woffers gonna hear us, we're done for."

The street was dark and dusty, the cold milk of the moon colouring everything in dusty pastel chalk. It was turning towards cold season, so the grass was starting to pale and crunch under their careful steps, disturbing the relative quiet of the night. Which was expected, Reynauld supposed, since the raucous of continued celebration was hidden by the sturdy doors and whitened walls. The windows popped out of the bluish shades oddly, like slices of freshly cut cheese. 

Then again, maybe Rey was simply hungry after he was scolded and sent off to sleep without supper. 

"We're done for if my Father notices..." he mumbled, tiptoeing past the infamous garden wall of the village's worst scrooge. 

"Shhh!"

They sneaked past the sleepy village and into the fields, where Dismas immediately started to cause problems by finding a pumpkin and starting to gut it. Rey nervously glanced to the sides, unnerved by the wet squelching of the pumpkin flesh. It was oddly familiar but caused him nausea. 

"Why do you even need this?"

"I've heard ye put a torch in there n' a spirit appears," the other boy insisted, gutting the poor vegetable with bloodthirsty enthusiasm.

"Why is it blue...?" Reynauld asked again. "Pumpkins aren't supposed to be blue. We'll get into trouble."

" 'cause it's nighttime, Reyrey. n' think of our adventure."

"Trouble."

"Feh." 

"Besides," Reynauld continued, carrying out the self-imposed duty of being the beacon of rationality in the dark. "We don't have any torches."

Dismas paused and blinked at him, comically confused.

"But ye are always carrying torches?"

This didn't make any sense - a fact that Rey was quick to share. Maybe the other boy was a bit older but it was obvious from this alone why he had to be the responsible one amidst the two. But Dis wanted to see a ghost, and he was stubborn enough to slice off a piece of his shirt to burn something - an act Reynauld clearly couldn't let him do. Maybe now the other one was afflicted by this spiritual nonsense, but later on, he'd definitely regret it. 

This wasn't their first argument, after all. 

They ended up in a brawl, as any boys of their age would. And while Dismas always fought dirty, there was little his lithe form could do but writhe uselessly once he was pinned down. The sweetness of victory was short-lived for Reynauld, though. Dis was sitting now, frowning and licking another split on his lip, while the younger boy's knuckles throbbed with dull pain. 

This wasn't new, either.

So after a bit of silence, Rey moved closer to the other's side, watching the gutted pumpkin and the greenish moon.

"Sorry. I shouldn't have hit you."

"I hitcha back, so we're even."

They sat for some more.

"I just want you out of trouble," Reynauld mumbled when the silence became uncomfortable. 

"Why?" the other huffed, accent thicker as usual when he was upset. " 'cause yer pa made me yer ward n' ye'll get the buckle?"

That was a surprisingly easy answer to find, however improbable it was, given their differences.

"No. Because you're my friend."

Funnily enough, that made Dismas' accusation lose all of its steam and lean on Reynauld's dusty shoulder.

"Feh," was all his answer for some time. It took him a bit to continue. "But maybe... I shouldn't've wanted t' see a ghost. Especially if my pal didn't want me to."

That finally allowed Reynauld to relax a bit and stand up, offering a hand:

"Come on now, that's enough for us. Let's go home," he offered. Yet he couldn't resist the temptation of glancing past his friend and making a horrified face. "HAAAGH! You Lightless fiend!"

Dismas all but leapt past him with an undignified scared meowl, landing right into the gutted pumpkin and getting frightened even more. Rey bent over, cackling, but didn't get to laugh long, though. With a furious hiss, embarrassed by his fear, Dismas leapt at him now, tumbling them both into the glistening dirt. The earth and the sky mixed, reflected in a fractured teal eye of the moon--

--and Reynauld blinked, tearing his gaze away from the twinkling cracked lens in his palm. Beside him, Dismas was haggling viciously over the intricately carved silver flask of gunpowder with the greasy-vested merchant. And if one didn't pay attention to his stiff movements, one might've been tricked into thinking that the rogue was fine or that he was doing it for some time instead of just starting.

"All the prices are non-negotiable," the Jeweler waved the highwayman off with dismissive ease. "Take it or leave it for someone who can afford it."

"Ah, sod it! 'tis just some fancy glitter added t' a good powder t' make it shite," Dis spat on the ground, clearly disheartened for someone who knew him but keeping the facade up. Much like at that pumpkin patch. "Let's go, Reyrey, they can't con a con artist..."

The lense in his hand shimmered and shined, both ephemeral and real, much like the... what was it? Dream? Waking?

"How did you just call me?"

The highwayman's eyes darted away. If the knight hadn't known him so well, he would've thought it was fear.

"Rey," he insisted in a tone usually reserved for lying. "Let's go already, my head hurts from all this sparkling fairy piss."

"And you, my good sir?" the merchant turned to the crusader, baring yellowish stumps of teeth in a sly smile as he caressed yet another cyan shard in an almost carnal gesture. "You've seen something interesting through the Lens, haven'tcha? It allows seeing things unseen. Interested in buying it?"

They shared a look with Dismas and the crusader placed the thing back on the stained counter.

"No. And I have not."

Later that eve, the rogue came back into their shared room, carrying a bundle which turned out to be a pot and a bottle.

"Pumpkin... soup?" Reynauld inquired, putting away his scribing tools and freeing the tiny desk Light knew how squeezed in their room. The rogue had the decency to shrug.

"The lunatic turned away any coin n' gem I offered, so I thought sod it n' why not have something nice?" Dismas explained casually, throwing a spoon Rey's way. To his credit, he managed to catch it and not embarrass himself. Oh. It had added whittled patterns now. "I heart 'tis a festival."

"We're not going to go catch ghosts?" the crusader chuckled, prodding again, and received a barking laugh.

"Oh fuck no, I ain't working on my week off!" Dismas shook his head and plopped on the cot, propping up his hollowed-out cheek with his fist. "B'sides. I thought I owed you."

"Oh?" Rey looked up from pouring the wine into the mugs and met laughing dark eyes.

"Aye. I'm still alive, so I guess ye do a fine job keeping me outa trouble, eh?"

The knight paused for a moment, but chuckled in turn, remembering all the wounds they stitched on each other.

"Indeed," and couldn't resist. "That terrified squeal was precious though."

"Fuck off, Reyrey."

[snakess-17]

How would the mercenaries react if their S/O was ACTUALLY pregnant?

scout

is left in shock for probably a few hours, his brain resets and he sits in the base's common room trying to process the information.

he will be attentive at all times, trying to study and learn as much as possible before the baby is born, reading books or asking other mercenaries about it.

When the pregnancy is more advanced he will practically treat you with all care and you will be in a rest and he will take care of everything you need.

sniper

worried, he wasn't planning this or even sure he would be ready for this in the future. probably the day he found out he would have hidden in his caravan and not come out for the rest of the day. which worried you and maybe made the mercenaries closest to you a little angry.

during the process you will try to convince yourself that it's not so bad, that it won't be so difficult or worrying and you will relax more and more the more time passes.

when the pregnancy is more advanced, he will always keep an eye on you, like a hawk, he will follow you everywhere, making sure that everything goes well and that you are safe.

spy

pale, you can see spy's pale face when you finish telling him the news, he will apologize and retire to his smoking room. you probably won't see him for a couple of days and this will make the other mercenaries comfort you in his absence.

quite distant and quiet, probably his personality has changed a bit and he is more serious and distances himself from everyone a bit, but he will still keep in communication with you, however not like before.

when the pregnancy is more advanced he will probably be more with you, he will share more in your presence helping you with whatever you need. he will not smoke in your presence, and he will buy whatever you need for you or for the baby.

heavy

this man will be one of the most responsive. he will hug you gently and twirl you around in the air, he will be happier and in better spirits in general.

He will think of names and ways to raise you, he will probably visit his family and share with them most of your pregnancy, his mother will knit clothes for him and his sisters will fight to be the baby's godmother.

when the pregnancy is more advanced this man will not leave your side, he will take you for walks while holding your arm, he will get what you need and cook food from his childhood for you.

demoman

he won't know how to react, however he gives you a kiss because he is happy, no doubt he didn't expect it but he doesn't consider it bad news either, he is happy, with doubts about his performance as a father but he will solve it slowly.

he stops drinking, not completely, he will still share beers with the other mercenaries from time to time but now you see him much better and happier.

When the pregnancy is more developed he will take them to visit his mother to share, he will ask her his doubts about the care of a baby.

soldier

soldier is happy, he will never mention it to you directly but he is happy with a pregnancy and above all to leave something of him in this world. he will shout it all over the base and inform all his buddies with a smile on his face.

he will talk to you about what they want with the baby, no doubt he will spoil you a lot during the whole pregnancy, and he will be very careful with you. he will also be defensive and if someone looks at you for too long he will start yelling at them to be more careful with you.

when the pregnancy is more advanced she will keep you active doing light exercises so you don't lose movement. she will give you massages and everything you need to be well.

engineer

is another one of the happiest when he finds out you are pregnant, you have probably talked about it in the past and he will have expressed his wishes about being a father.

in the pregnancy he will make sure to build things for the baby, like furniture to put his clothes in, a crib or even things to make your job easier, like a footrest, or machines that will bring you whatever you need.

when the pregnancy is more advanced they will be more dedicated to you than to their work, they will be sharing more with you talking about the future and what they want for their baby.

pyro

this guy will be happy from the first moment, always expressing his joy towards you, he is quite open with his feelings so he will also let you know that he is a bit insecure about it.

his doubts will dissipate the more he shares with you, he will keep you relaxed most of the time, he will buy more sweet things for you, and you will bake together in your free time. he will buy toys for the baby, as well as small clothes and tiny shoes in bright pastel colors.

when the pregnancy is more advanced he will follow you around like a watchdog, making sure that everything is okay and that nothing and no one bothers you.

medic

he is in charge of your medical checkups so he will most likely find out before you do that you are pregnant. which will be funny when he informs you because he will say something funny like "honey, I'm pregnant" while showing you the tests.

He will keep you in constant medical checkups making sure everything is okay, help with recommendations and will probably be in charge of your diet, cooking for you with all the nutrients and things you need.

when the pregnancy is more advanced he will leave his job and spend more time with you doing trivial things like reading or talking nonsense. he will ask to be the doctor at the delivery, and will be waiting for your response.

[wishuhadstayed]

Plus One

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Word count: 3000ish

Summary: it’s baby time y’all!

Warnings: pregnancy complications, angst

Author’s Note: to those who have been waiting, I AM SO SORRY. I hope this will be worth it! Part 8? to Begin Again. Please feel free to yell at me in the comments if you feel so inclined.

Previous Chapter

Masterlist

Conversation flowed in the dining room and kitchen of the Hotchner residence as the BAU team and family impatiently anticipated the forthcoming announcement.

“It’s a boy, has to be,” Morgan mused.

“No way. Definitely a girl,” JJ contradicts.

“As much as it pains me to say, I think I have to go with Morgan on this one,” Emily admits.

“Garcia?” JJ inquires, “What do you think?”

“I have to agree with Chocolate Thunder on this one, love,”

“Are you all taking his side?” JJ asks with indignation. “I’ll bet you $50 that it’s a girl!”

“Oh you’re on, sweetheart,” Morgan complies with a winning smile.

“I don’t know if it’s a girl or a boy,” says Reid, “but I do know that I wouldn’t bet against JJ.”

“Thanks, Spence,” JJ replies, patting him on the shoulder. “Emily, Rossi? You wanna get in on the action?”

“Oh I am so staying out of this,” Prentiss responds. “Count me out.”

“I’m in with Morgan for $50,” Rossi states.

“Alright, but you’re all gonna be sorry,” JJ says with a smirk.

Overhearing the lively discussion, you enter the room.

“Children, what’s going on here?” You interject, “Don’t make me break up a fight.”

“Y/N! Just the lady I wanted to see!” Exclaims JJ. “May I?” She asks, gesturing towards your growing baby bump.

“Sure, go ahead,” you reply. “Do I even want to know?”

“We’re taking bets on the sex of the baby,” she replies placing a gentle hand on your belly. “And I am so totally going to win!”

“You can’t possibly know that, JJ,” Morgan interrupts.

“Call me crazy if you want,” says JJ, “but a mother knows.”

“I suppose you’ll all find out soon enough,” Aaron cuts in, placing a strong arm around your back and pressing his lips to yours for a quick, tender kiss. “Shall we?”

With that, everyone makes their way to the backyard, where a large golden balloon awaits.

Picking it up from the ground, Aaron asks, “Everybody ready?”

He didn’t really have to ask. The answer was unanimous.

“YES!”

“Jack, would you like to do the honors?” you inquire, holding out a safety pin for him.

“Can I?” he asks hopefully.

“Of course you can buddy. Just be careful, okay?”

“Yes, Mama.”

“Dad and I will count you in, okay? On three.”

Together, you and Aaron slowly count, “One, two, THREE!”

A loud pop from the balloon momentarily startles the crowd and then..... a cloud of pink confetti floats to the ground.

“YES!” JJ shouts in her excitement. “PAY UP, LOSERS! We got a baby shower to plan!”

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Several weeks later found you strolling through the back door of Rossi’s home into the yard where you’d married the man of your dreams not so very long ago.

This time it’s decorated for a slightly different occasion. Pale pink lanterns and streamers adorn everything in sight. A picnic table covered with a pink flowered cloth looks like it might collapse at any moment beneath the weight of a mountain of gifts wrapped in pastel paper. Heart shaped balloons are tied to the corners of another table on top of which is a giant bowl of pink punch, more food than you thought possible, and a breathtaking cake, decorated with tiny pink roses.

A tap on your shoulder brings you back to reality and you turn to see three beautiful, smiling faces. Women that you consider to be not only friends, but family at this point.

“Penny, Emily, JJ,” you say as your eyes begin to well up with tears, “This is too much! You shouldn’t have gone to this much trouble.”

“Oh this is the least we could have done for you, doll face,” Garcia interjects. “Nothing but the finest for my very best friend.”

“Don’t worry about it, my clean sweep at the gender reveal paid for most of this,” JJ jokes.

“You look absolutely radiant,” Emily adds, pulling you in for a hug.

“Where’s the boss man?” Penelope asks. “He’s coming isn’t he?”

“Oh yes” you reply. “He was helping Jack out of the car. He told me to come on in. He’s probably inside hanging out with boys for a minute.”

At that moment, you feel a pair of familiar arms encircling you, one across your chest and one just underneath your baby bump. A soft kiss on the cheek and he turns you around to face him. The tender look in his usually stern eyes melts you as he smiles and says,

“There’s my girls.”

“I love you, Aaron.”

“I love you too, darling.”

“Alright love birds, it’s time to get this show on the road!” exclaims Morgan, coming through the door with both Henry and Jack in tow.

“Thanks for keeping the kids entertained, Derek,” you whisper. “I don’t know what we’d do without you.”

“Don’t you worry about a thing, Mama. I’ve got it all under control,” he reassures with a wink.

“Should we be worried?” Aaron jokes under his breath.

“I’ll keep an eye on him,” Garcia offers, trailing off behind them.

Rossi and Reid bring up the tail end of the group, along with Jessica, Jack’s aunt, who had been previously supervising the kids.

“How are the parents-to-be feeling?” Rossi inquires.

“Overwhelmed, and so grateful,” you reply. “I know JJ said she covered most of it with her winnings, but I think we all know you pitched in too. And you’re a fantastic sport for letting the girls decorate your whole house pink.”

“Anything for some of my favorite people,” he replies patting you both on the shoulder.

“I’m so happy for you guys,” Reid chimes in. “This baby’s really lucky to have such loving parents.”

“Reid, stop. You’re gonna make me cry,” you squeak out, pulling a tissue from your purse.

Just then, Jessica wraps an arm around both of you.

“Jess, you know you didn’t have to come,” Aaron says.

“Nonsense!” comes her reply. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

As you go to sit so you can open presents, Morgan pulls out the chair for you, then pulls one out for Garcia as they settle in to watch the kids.

Maybe you were mistaken, but you could have sworn you saw a flirty look pass between them. A mischievous grin crosses your face. Perhaps you should do a bit of your own matchmaking.

“Jack!” you call. “Don’t you wanna help Mama open some of her presents?”

“Yeah! Can Henry help too?”

“What do you think JJ?” you ask.

“As long as it’s okay with you,” she agrees.

The kids ran up to help with their very important present duty. Jack retrieving smaller presents and helping rip the paper. Henry mostly just playing with the shiny bows. Thus leaving Morgan and Garcia free of responsibility.

When the last present had been opened, and the last game played, Aaron made his speech.

“Y/N and I just wanted to thank you all so much for being here today. We love each and every one of you like family, and we are truly grateful for all your love and support. We are truly blessed to have such wonderful people in our lives. Thank you again.”

As everyone was leaving, Penelope pulled you to the side.

“Did you call the kids over for help specifically to leave Derek and I alone together?”

“Penny, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” came your reply. “I’m just getting too big to be bending over to grab the presents and I thought it would be fun for the kids.”

“If you say so,” she says with a skeptical look.

As she walks away, Aaron whispers in your ear, “You are so wrong for that, you know?” with a playful shove of your shoulder.

“Oh they’re perfect for each other and everyone knows it. Besides, she played matchmaker for us and look what happened,” you reply, rubbing your belly.

“Okay, okay!” he surrenders with a grin. “You’re right. You’re always right. You win.”

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As the weeks crept by, your little family was not so patiently awaiting the arrival of its newest addition. Being pregnant and taking care of a 6 year old without your husband was extremely taxing, making the moments that you did have with him exceedingly special.

Moments like today. It was nothing exciting, just sitting on the couch, enjoying each other’s company, but sometimes that’s all you really need.

Seated across from each other, You can’t help but admire the sweet look on his face as he touches your belly.

“I still can’t believe we’re having a baby girl,” he mentions.

“Neither can I,” you agree. “She’s gonna be smart,” you state, resting your hand on top of Aaron’s. “A lawyer like her daddy.”

“She can be anything she wants,” he says, looking up with his smile revealing the stunning dimples that caught your eye on your very first date. “As long as she’s happy.”

“God I love you, Aaron.”

“I love you more, angel.”

But mom duty never stops.

“Oh!” you exclaim. “It’s almost time to pick up Jack from school and I haven’t even started dinner!”

“Don’t worry about it, babe,” Aaron says. “I’ll take care of everything, you just relax.”

“But I,”

“Ssshhhhh,” he interrupts. “No buts. I will pick up Jack, I will get dinner. You deserve a break.”

“Alright, if you insist.”

“I do.”

He leans in and gently brushes his lips against yours.

“I’ll be back soon.”

What felt like an eternity later, you hear the front door open and two distinct sets of footsteps.

“Mama!” Jack yelled, scrambling up into your lap for a hug. “I missed you!”

“I missed you too, buddy,” you reassure, pulling him close to your chest.

“What’s for dinner, honey?” you ask?

A playful smirk forms on Aaron’s face, raising your suspicions.

“You’ll see. In the meantime, Jack how would you like to watch a movie with me and mom?”

You all settle on the sofa, Jack in Aaron’s lap and your head on your husband’s left shoulder. Just as you were drifting off to sleep near the end of the movie, a knock at the door startles you awake.

“Dinner’s here!” Aaron announces. “Come on buddy,” he encourages Jack. “Help me out.”

As you reach the table where the food is being laid out, tears begin to spring to your eyes.

“I got you fries and chocolate shake. And a cheeseburger. No mayo, extra pickles.”

“Babe,” you squeak out, “you remembered.”

“Of course I remembered. It’s all you talked about while I was away on my last case.”

You laugh and pull him close.

“I knew I married you for a reason.”

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Around your 36 week mark, Aaron called from his hotel room to check on you.

“How are you, love?”

“Still pregnant,” you gripe.

“I know you’re exhausted, mama. I’ll be home tomorrow. Just remember the go bag for the hospital is packed and sitting right by the front door, just in case.”

“Yes, Aaron. You remind me every day. Honestly I think it’s bit overboard, I’m fine.”

“I just worry about you being alone while I’m gone is all. It never hurts to be prepared. Anyway, I love you. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Love you too honey. Good night and be safe tomorrow.”

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When Aaron arrived home the next night, he was greeted by the sight of you dozing on the couch.

Easing himself down on the edge, he swipes a lock of hair from your face. He softly kisses your forehead and watches as your eyes flutter open.

“Aaron?” you murmur. “You’re home.”

“I’m home,” he whispers. “How are my girls?”

“Better now that you’re home. I’ve had some pretty intense back pain, but otherwise fine.”

“Well sleeping on the couch probably isn’t helping,” he states matter of factly.

“Oh thank you doctor,” you reply sarcastically, giving his arm a playful slap. “I would never have known.”

“You’re welcome,” he says with a shit eating grin. “Let’s get some sleep.”And with that, he sweeps you off the couch, heading for the master bedroom.

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You woke the next morning still in pain, but not wanting to disturb Aaron. You struggle to sit up, finally managing after a few tries. You pull back the sheets and immediately get a sense of panic and dread at the sight of blood on the hem of your nightgown and the sheets beneath you. As the tears begin to stream, you instinctively call out for him.

Waking up at the sound of his name he asks, “what’s wrong, baby?”

But he realizes the problem before you even get a chance to respond.

Amazingly he seems not to panic at all. The tears and hysterics don’t faze him at all. He simply grabs you out of the bed, carries your directly to the car, and buckles you in.

“Stay right here,” he instructs. “I’m getting Jack and we’re going to the hospital right now.”

What seems like an eternity later, but in reality was only a few minutes, Aaron emerges from the house with Jack and the go bag.

He peels out of the driveway and drives to the nearest hospital with no regard for the speed limit.

When you arrived to the emergency entrance, you look at him with a panic stricken face.

“I’m scared, Aaron.”

“Don’t worry darling,” he says soothingly. “I’m going to get you some help.”

The next thing you know several people are helping you out of the car and loading you onto a stretcher. As they wheel you inside he follows closely behind with Jack asleep in his arms.

“What going on?” you plead.

“I don’t know, love but they’re going to help,” he reassures.

Just then you overhear a member of the medical staff informing Aaron that he’s not allowed any farther.

“What do you mean he can’t come with me?” You wail.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but bleeding is very serious. Both you and the baby could be in danger. We need to get you treatment now and we can’t have any family in the room.”

“It’s okay,” Aaron says in a very calm and sure tone. “They’re going to take good care of you. Everything will be fine.”

“FINE? Nothing about this is fine!” you shout. “I can’t do this without you, Aaron.”

“Yes you can,” he replies, holding your hand. “You’re the strongest woman I know. You have to. Do it for her.” He says, placing his hand on your belly.

“We have to go now,” one of the nurses insist.

“Be strong for me okay?” He pleads, gaining a short tearful nod from you in response.

“I love you,” he calls out as they wheel you swiftly down the hall. Just before the stretcher is out of sight he hears your response.

“I love you more.”

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Collapsing into a chair in the waiting area, mind racing with worry, Aaron does the only thing he can think of at the moment.

The phone rings, and then,

“Aaron! I wasn’t expecting to hear from you so soon after a case,” Rossi says. “We don’t have plans today, do we?”

“No, Dave. It’s Y/N. We’re at the hospital.”

“Wow, I didn’t think she was due for a few more weeks.”

“She’s not,” Aaron explains, his voice beginning to break. “When we woke up, she was bleeding. From what I understand, it’s pretty serious. You’re the first person I thought to call.”

“Oh my God,” Rossi breathes. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Should I call the rest of the team?”

“Yeah, I think that would be best. I could really use some help with Jack. He’s still asleep for now, but,” Aaron pauses for a moment, choking back tears. “I don’t know what to tell him when he wakes up,” he finishes quietly.

“Just hold on, Aaron,” Rossi replies. “We’re coming.”

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Within an hour, the whole BAU team was crowding the hospital waiting room. Hugs were exchanged and Aaron had handed a still sleeping Jack off to JJ.

Everyone waited in tense silence, not knowing quite what to say.

“I’m scared out my mind, Dave,” Aaron confines to him. “I can’t lose her. I’ve been through too much already. And Jack, God it would crush him if anything happened to her.”

“I think he’s waking up,” JJ whispers.

“Dad?” He asks in a daze as he wakes. “Miss JJ? Where are we?” He questions now aware of the unfamiliar surroundings.

Coming over to squat down in front of him, Aaron does his best to explain.

“Well buddy, this morning mom got sick, so we brought her to the hospital, and the doctors are taking good care of her.”

“Is she going to be okay?” he inquires. “And my baby sister?”

“I hope so, the doctors are working really hard to make mom better okay?”

“Daddy, we should say a prayer for Mama,” Jack responds. “And my baby sister too.”

“I think that’s a great idea, Jack,” Aaron responds, as he quickly turns away to wipe a tear.

The whole group gathered closely around Jack and Aaron. Everyone took turns saying prayer for the health and well being of Y/N and her unborn daughter.

Moments after the last amen was said; just when Aaron thought he would die if he waited a moment longer, a doctor came through the doors.

“Mr. Hotchner?”

Aaron stood, bracing himself for the news.

“Is it alright if I speak in front of the group?”

“Yes, they’re family. Please, just— do you have news about my wife?”

“Sir,” the doctor continues with a look of concern. “You all may want to sit down for this.”

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[honey-milk-depresso]

Shopping Spree (TWST OC; Auristella x Reader)

Requested by @crispysatan after they saw Auristella. Lmao- Hope you enjoy!

POV: Dear Auri decides to take you out on a shopping spree, spoiling you as if you were her child.

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“Oh my sevens, what a complete rundown!!” the tall lady gasps in horror, looking at the Ramshackle dorm in disgust.

“Oh..” you said meekly, a little startled by the crab lady’s outburst.

“They didn’t even create a bigger door! I could barely squeeze in, goodness gracious is that damn crow!” Auristella flared both her arms up high dramatically, fed up while mentioning the headmaster. “Thank sevens I know teleportation spells!”

She bends down in order not to knock her head on the ceiling, careful to navigate her way through to the living room of Ramshackle, finally straightening to her true height.

“I can’t believe this... such a poor land dweller living in such a horrid prison!!” she pitied, patting your head.

“Well... I live with it..”

“Live with it?! Darling, you must be mistaken. Such a precious land dweller like you deserve a much better living hostel than this!” She spread her hands wide, emphasizing the “this” as Ramshackle.

“Quick, we must go to my car,” she states firmly, brushing her pale violet hair with her slender fingers, combing the soft strands.

“W-what?” 

“You heard me! We’re buying decorations for your dorm. Then freshen it up with some magic afterwards! Bring that cute cat of yours and I’ll teleport us to my car!”

You hurriedly went upstairs to find Grim, bringing him along as he rested in your arms, you looked timidly at the tall woman as she brushed her jacket and took out her magic pen.

“Ready darling? Let’s go!”

And you three were no longer in Ramshackle.

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“Um.. Miss Auristella? I- I don’t think I need too many plushies..”

“Nonsense! These dark colored stuffed toys would give Ramshackle a playful yet gothic look!” she denies, throwing a black, stuffed toy cat with red and blue buttons sewed to it’s face to become eyes, it was thrown into the pile of other plushies in the trolley, it’s big, beady and lifeless button eyes leering at you.

You felt a bead of sweat rolled down your forehead. “You... really love decorating room interiors, Miss Auristella?”

She beamed, putting a hand on her hips. “Why, darling, I LIVE for decorating! And dressing. I freshen up my room with new decor and paintings I paint! Which reminds me, I shall give you one for your dorm.”

“Well.. um... thanks a lot! I.. er... you didn’t need to do this though...” you shyly mumbled.

She grins, her auburn eyes gleaming with a pleased look. “Oh, you...”

She gently uses her hand to softly pinch your cheek. “Such a kind and adorable land dweller~ I’m honored to help!” she coos. She looked at the shelves.

“Hmmmm, I think these black candles would be good for the living room.. Ooh! So would these gold and black table cloths! Just splendid!” Auristella fawned, swiping the items into her trolley.

The crab lady turns to you, as you looked at a pastel colored hermit crab plushie.

“Um... Miss Auristella? I hope it doesn’t increase your wallet burden, but... can we get this?”

Auristella blinked in confusion. “What? Why? It doesn’t match Ramshackle’s theme.”

You fiddled with your thumbs, still clutching on the toy with one hand.

“Well... It kinda reminds me of you! And.. well- er... I guess.. I’m only putting it in my bedroom..?”

The tall woman placed a hand over her mouth, looking like she was about to cry.

“Oh, you! Sweet, precious thing! Oh, I wish you were my child, you adorable land dweller!!~”

She ruffles your hair, taking the plushie from your hands and placed it in the shopping trolley. “And it’s no burden, darling, no worries~”

Auristella brushed the dust off her shoulders, gingerly letting her fingers hold the handle of the shopping trolley.

“I think we’ve made quite a search. Come on now! Let’s pay for all these quickly before we head over to the clothing store and find you fashionable, wearable fabric! You might be able to get the boys with them~” she hums.

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[confused-beany]

I can't find the post but I'm pretty sure I've seen this around here somewhere: "Danny Phantom reboot. But everything is kinda pastel, sparkly and happy-ish looking when normal and then it turns into horror green and black and purple of ghost zone when ghost attacks starts or Danny transforms into Phantom." Or something like that. (If anyone gets what I'm talking about or knows that post was real, please help)

So, I wanna expand? Add to that? I have Thoughts and I want to express them.

They might not make sense. I'm shit at articulating and I haven't actually watched the show in a *long* time

Moving on.

Danny Fenton is weird and a freak and there's obviously something wrong about him, even before the accident no one really knows about. Sure, he dresses, acts, flails around awkwardly like any other teenager. His parents are the weird and crazy ones, but that doesn't mean he is. His sister proved that after all. Danny hadn't done anything to prove otherwise.

But something about him always stands out from the pastels around him that even a brash bully like Dash blends into normally. Like he's popping out from the world around him. Like he doesn't belong

Maybe he's just a little weird, even though he tries so hard not to be. Maybe he got contaminated by whatever madness his parents brew in their basement. Maybe... maybe he just doesn't belong. But his entire everything in wrong and obviously that makes him a target.

(Manson is just weird, but she doesn't try to hide it like Fenton does. Foley is normal-ish, but he's decided to stick to Fenton. Rebels aren't as weird as something alien)

So Danny Fenton sticks out from the pastels in a odd mix of too dark or too pale, always trying to cover it up and fit in. Everyone hates him for trying.

Until the accident happens and he dies (but not really). And you'd think he'd lose a half of himself but something just falls into place.

Now Danny can see a world of greens and blacks and purples that's too dark and too pale and too wrong. Just like him. Danny feels like he belongs in this odd nonsensical place in a way he never belonged anywhere as Danny Fenton.

So Danny starts belonging in this world where rules of science or mortals mean nothing as Danny Phantom. And maybe Phantom starts belonging in the world Danny Fenton never did too, when it all starts bleeding and blending together.

He's not bitter, really.

Even so, nothing really changes for Danny Fenton. Because for all of Phantom's heroics and coolness, too dark too pale too green still means danger, still means an attack. And Danny Fenton oozes that feeling too much for anyone to ignore. It's just that no one knew what it meant back then. But Fenton was always a freak.

So Fenton is still pushed into lockers, shoved into walls, ridiculed and never popular for all everyone seems to watch him.

Fenton doesn't belong. But Phantom does. And Danny can be both. It's not like it'll kill him any more.