#probably not fool proof but is a passing idea

[bamsara]

consider: tumblr blog that allows data scraping its images and only posts the most incomprehensible nightshaded data poisoning images to kill midjourny and open ai. Not even art, just pictures of random lines or maybe a can of soup labled as 'dog'. Would allow submissions to have more ammunition.

cons: annoying in the tags/phrases it would need to use, would probably need to be filtered out by users

pros: kill ai

[rapplesart]

Random fic idea

Tim drake but instead of loosing his spleen he lost part of his leg.

Tim thought it was obvious he was missing his right leg from the knee down. It was a whole leg that was missing after all. Sure he was wearing a prosthetic made by Ra's' best people.

One he painfully earned after that crazy fucker made him fight a bunch of his assassins one legged in order to "proof himself as the true heir of the bat he saw in him" or something. So sure, the leg might be more advanced than most, and it imitated natural steps a lot easier and even made it possible to easily run without switching to a different leg. Truly it was a perfect leg be vigilante with. But he never even bothered to give it human like appearances.

But apparently the Fam didn't notice. When he returned with Bruce everyone was too reliefed to give Tim a closer look and it just never came up afterwards.

Tim thought they just didn't want to ask about it in a weird attempt of being polite or even caring. Bruce surely did enough research on how it happened on his own. The man spend the whole travel back to Gotham with Tim after all. Tim truly believed the world's greatest detective would have noticed his missing leg.

Except he didn't. Not if he interpreted the way they looked so incredibly disturbed by is nonchalant way of handlinh the boiling hot chemicals that landed on his metal leg. He just brushed it off, the battle continued and since nothing seemed to be injured no one pressed him when he said "Must've missed me after all"

Now, how do you deal with a family that didn't notice you're missing a leg? That's right you fuck with them.

First thing he did was buy himself a few more realistic looking prosthetic leg. It had to be custom made to fit his stump so it took a whole but it was a worthwhile investment.

The first one was Jason. Call it a twisted revenge for trying to kill him but Tim just really wanted him to be messed with the most. So one day when he knew it was only Jason and him on patrol he strategically set himself down to fall. Crunching some spaghettis to ass in a sickening way only to stand up and walk away as if nothing ever happened.... With his foot toned the wrong way around. Insisting on nothing being wrong and Jason being delusional whenever the older boy tried to get him to get medical treatment. He switched it up the whole evening, whenever he was out of sight he turned the fool right and wrong. Driving the guy insane.

Jason did not sleep well that night. He was also top weirded out and unsure if what he saw was real to talk about it with anyone else.

Then, he challenged dick to a flexibility contest seeing how far they han bend their knees and feet. Even Mr bones are a social construct gymnast Richard Grayson looked horrified as Tim stood there, food bend almost in half, knee twisted to the impossible and what looked lihe a bend in the middle of his leg. Dick claimed cheating except the thing that greeted him when he demanded Tim to puch up his pant leg to expose his trick was a normal looking leg. The first Robin did lots of stretches in the following weeks. His pride was hurt after all.

Finding a way to mess with Damian was a bit more difficult. The brat still made a bunch of harsh comments again and again and he really wasn't close enough with Tim to be easily gaslit. The kid was a trained assassin and was probably used to a bunch of weird shit considering everything Ra's. So Tim decided he could go a bit more gory on Robin than the others. So one night he sat in front of Damians room, in the dark hallway and waited till one of his pets passed him. Once Alfred the Cat came along he made some louder coping noise that would Definetly make the kid look out to check on his animals. It worked just as planned, Damian peeked out his door to see Tim, crosslegged and barefoot on the floor, seemingly cutting off his toe to feed the cat. In reality it was nothing more than a cat treat and carefully picked, animal safe food coloring.

The kid scremed at him, threatened to stab him, punched him real good for harming his cat and took off with said cat to find Alfred so the older man could check on the poor kitten. Of course not beforeaking sure Tim was in an adequate amount of pain on the floor, with his 'injured' food secured to the floor with another knife. Only to return with a worried Alfred on tow to see Tim, standing two whole bare feet with a confused expression and a bag of cat treats in the hall.

Tim got a broken nose for it but it surely was worth it. Especially once he quietly whispered a 'no one will ever belief you' to the kid in passing. He might have traumatised the boy a little but Tim fought it justified for all the attempted murder he suffered.

[wave2tyun]

gold rush | ☆

pairing: yeonjun x reader

genre: highschool!au, band member!yeonjun, friends to lovers, fluff, slight angst

prompts: “make me”

“mine”

warnings: none!

word count: 2k

a/n: gold rush anon i don't know if you are still around but if you see this by chance i miss you, and this repost goes out to you<33 ily!!!!😔😔✊💞💞

☆ = repost from my old blog!!

• credit to @/kilibae_0913 on twitter for the yeonjun pic!!

“earth to y/n” yeonjun waved his hand in front of your face “are you even listening to me right now?”

“no- yeah” you blurted out “fuck- sorry, can you repeat that again?”

you and yeonjun were sitting in the school’s cafeteria at your usual spot. as much as you loved talking with him, the history test you took earlier had you completely zoning out. you were too stressed wondering whether you actually wrote the correct answers or whether you messed up all the events again.

“ah- cute” he chuckled, putting his arm around your shoulder. this had always been a regular occurrence: a quick compliment muttered underneath his breath, followed by some sort of physical touch. to him- it was probably just normal behavior, he had a pretty charming and flirty persona after all. but to you? the moment those playful remarks leave his mouth, you can feel your cheeks flushing red in anticipation of his next actions. and you hated it- you hated how you had little to no control over how your body would react to his touch or his words, how your feelings are left in plain sight.

“so-“ yeonjun resumed the conversation “i was asking whether you-” he pointed a finger to your face “-are coming to the music festival tonight. our band is playing- the principal signed us up” a proud smile took over his face.

you bit the inside of your cheek. the music festival? it didn’t exactly sound like a great idea. ever since yeonjun’s band had started gaining popularity, people were all over him. it was bad enough that you had to handle this at school: shushed whispers as others saw him talking to you, girls giggling whenever they passed by him in the hallways. everybody wanted him- everybody wondered what it would be like to be loved and adored by choi yeonjun, including you. but you never had the guts to tell him anything. if continuing to be in his presence meant that you were only supposed to remain his friend, then you were content with that.

the music festival would only make you wallow yourself in even more self-pity. people from all over the town were going to attend it, not just students and teachers from your school, and you weren’t sure whether you could handle seeing everybody’s heart eyes upon seeing yeonjun. however, you couldn’t just choose not to go. you had to set your own feelings aside and put his first.

sensing your hesitation, yeonjun cleared his throat before speaking again “you know i’m not taking ‘no’ as an answer- you have to be there, you’re my good luck charm”

“i know, dummy” you sighed “of course i’ll be there” you playfully flicked his forehead, making sure to put on your best smile so that he wouldn’t feel your lingering worries. yeonjun returned the favour, lightly flicking your forehead back, only to rub the spot with his thumb right after, attempting to soothe your pain.

“thank you, i knew i could count on you” he whispered.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

“looking for yeonjun?” beomgyu (yeonjun’s bandmate) asked you. you were standing near the backstage entrance. yeonjun had asked you to meet him in their waiting room, but you were unsure whether you were even allowed past this door. you didn’t exactly have valid proof to show the guards that someone wanted you in there.

“yeah, i texted him to come pick me up but he still hasn’t read my messages” you rubbed the nape of your neck.

“that fool- he’s too busy nervously pacing around the room to check his phone. i’ll help you get in- come on” beomgyu offered.

you thanked him, relieved that you didn’t have to put your ‘sneaking in’ skills to the test. you didn’t have much faith in them, cause 2 out of 3 times you’ve done that before you got caught. seeing beomgyu by your side, the guards didn’t question anything, and you made it in safely.

beomgyu knocked on the door only after entering “you’ve got visitors” he said, then turned on his heel, ready to return to what he was previously doing. yeonjun got up from the couch, the frown on his face gone upon seeing you “you’re here” he smiled, opening his arms wide to capture you in his embrace, swinging your body from side to side

“if someone had checked their phone- i could have arrived here even earlier” you complained. you had to think of some way to repay beomgyu after this.

“i’m so sorry about that” yeonjun broke the hug “but i’ve got a good excuse for it” he walked to the couch to rummage through his bag. “and that is?” you questioned him, quirking up an eyebrow.

“i was busy getting you this” yeonjun put a lanyard through your head. it was a vip badge “now you get to enjoy the show from the first row- and i get to look at you from the stage”

there it went again- that rose blush that loved to take over your cheeks. how could he say that so casually? so nonchalantly? you couldn’t help but wonder whether there was truly no meaning behind his actions “thank you, jun” you played with the badge in your hands “are you nervous?”

yeonjun stretched his neck, then his arms, humming “not really, now that i’ve seen you- definitely not” you pushed his shoulders, laughing together at his cheesy words.

“good luck then. i should get going, you probably need to carry on with the preparations” you said.

“see you after the show?” he asked.

“yeah, see you” you repeated, twisting the doorknob to take your leave.

the venue was starting to get pretty crowded, although it was still quite early. you had your own spot secured, thanks to yeonjun’s little trick. not knowing many others from around you, you scrolled through your phone until the lights dimmed down, the quiet murmurs being replaced by loud cheers. the host’s voice erupted loudly from the speakers: “coming in hot from woolim high school to kick off our night- tomorrow x together”

people’s screams were getting increasingly louder as the five boys got on stage, almost making your ears bleed. you were seriously debating whether you should have brought earplugs with you or not. yeonjun took his place at the mic stand in the center, electric guitar hanging from his shoulders.

“is everybody ready for tonight?” yeonjun asked the crowd, his question being met with an overwhelming enthusiasm from the crowd “let’s get this started then- taehyun, drop the beat” he shouted.

you couldn’t help but smile as you watched him perform, yeonjun was exactly in his element. nobody there could deny it, the place where he belonged to be was the stage. even song after song, his energy didn’t seem to drop, not one single bit, the venue almost burning from his passion.

his hair fell into place like dominos, body glistening under the golden spotlight. god- what must it be like to grow up that beautiful? that question continued to run through your mind with each passing moment, and it didn’t seem like you were the only one experiencing that. you looked around, noticing how everybody’s eyes were glued on yeonjun, screaming, fawning over him, begging him to take their phones and film like he did to others. they desperately wanted to gain, in some sort of way, his attention. you didn’t exactly understand the feeling that was beginning to take over you. you couldn’t even pin-point it. jealousy? disappointment? the realisation that in a room full of people that wanted him, there would be slim chances that he’d pick you, was beginning to settle in.

everything was starting to get all too overwhelming, in a way, suffocating. you couldn’t bear to stay in there, even though txt’s setlist was close to ending. pushing through the crowd, you struggled to get out of the massive swarm of people. you somehow managed to get outside, breathing in the night’s crisp air slowly.

��fuck’

you left your bag in the band’s waiting room. you glanced over at your watch, praying that you had enough time to get in and out of there without bumping into yeonjun. you didn’t know how long it would take him to notice you missing.

luckily, that same guard that you saw with beomgyu was still standing at the backstage entrance. knowing that you were a familiar face, and noticing your badge as well, he allowed you to walk past after explaining your situation. you also slipped in a little lie, saying that you were feeling unwell and had to go back home quickly, just to make sure that he wouldn’t get in your way.

your eyes frantically scanned the room, searching for the small black bag that you had brought along with you. it was placed neatly on the coat hanger. you reached out to take it, your body freezing on the spot after hearing the door open. yeonjun abruptly entered the room. he placed his hands on his knees, panting as he was struggling to breathe properly. it seemed like he ran to get there right after the last performance “are you leaving?” he asked, chest heaving “why? are you okay- did something happen?”

you put your hand down, your gaze shifting from his face to the floor. you gulped- you got caught. you knew that you were supposed to face him again, one way or another, but you weren’t prepared to do it tonight, not when your head was such a big mess "i can't be around you" you admitted. every single part of your body didn’t want to be there, in that situation. your words received a frown from yeonjun. he was confused, he didn’t know why you were saying that all of a sudden "why?" he probed on further, coming closer to you. "you know why” your voice trailed off, eyes searching everywhere except for his own “you just fail to accept it. recognize it"

“then do it” yeonjun took another step closer “help me understand so i can accept it” he wrapped your hand in both of his, bringing it close to his chest. you looked at the way he was holding on to you, stopping you from simply running away from him. you shook your head, trying to swallow the heavy lump that was forming in your throat. you couldn’t find the strength to explain your feelings out loud. “why?” he repeated once more, still not satisfied with your answers “i want you to do it. if you want me to accept it- make me” yeonjun spoke softly, thumb rubbing the back of your hand “why won’t you let your heart control your actions for once instead of your mind?”

his words kept ringing in your mind, each time winning a little bit more over the thoughts that had been relentlessly holding you back. you blinked away the tears forming in your eyes, slowly retracting your hand away from yeonjun’s, his smile starting to fade. “please don’t hate me after this” you whispered, placing your hands on his shoulders as you rose to the tips of your feet, capturing his lips in a short peck. yeonjun’s lips lingered, barely 1 cm away from yours, curving up into a smile. his hands found their way on your waist, holding you close to him “i’ve always wanted to do this with you” he chuckled, dipping his head down for more. his kiss was tentative and slow. it felt tender, yet full of passion, like he was pouring all of his bottled up feelings through this delicate touch “mine” he whispered in between “i want to call you mine”

this time, his words didn’t make heat rise only to your cheeks. instead, you felt warmth spread throughout your whole body. your hands cupped his cheeks and you reached out for another kiss “i’m all yours” you muttered against his lips. you rested your forehead against his, the close proximity not letting your palpitating heart calm down, not even for one bit. but you enjoyed it, you loved the way it felt to have his body close to you, to finally have him truly own your heart, and you owning his.

the door opened briefly, then got slammed shut just one second after, startling both you and yeonjun “i told you he’d kiss her” beomgyu shouted at his members.

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[sttoru]

LOST IN YOUR EYES !

ෆ sypnosis. your lover’s bangs cover most of his eyes and stand in your way whenever you want to admire them. you take matters in your own hands and find a way past that barrier to admire his eyes properly.

ෆ note. based on this anon request. thank you for the amazing idea bb! hope you enjoy. not proof read. this includes headcanons + small drabbles (below cut)

ෆ tags. blade / jing yuan x gender neutral reader (written with female reader in mind, however no pronouns used), fluff, reader gets referred to as cute/adorable in jing yuan’s part.

BLADE !

genuinely doesn’t even know why you’d like to stare into his eyes in general. blade doesn’t look much into a mirror, however since meeting you and hearing your kind comments about them, he’s started to secretly look more at his eyes whenever passing by his reflection.

blade does this out of pure confusion, because he fails to understand why you’d like his uniquely red and yellow coloured eyes. no matter how many times he tries to put his mind to it—your reasoning is impossible to comprehend. he just labels your comments about them as weird.

blade got a bit defensive when you first started to move his dark blue bangs to the side with the excuse of wanting to see his eyes. he’d swat your hand away in the beginning. though, slowly and surely, he got used to that habit of yours.

“again?” blade sighs with his arms folded over his chest.

he had been strolling around with you and the sun was setting, the orange sky making his eyes glow and seem even more ethereal to you. especially due to the gold hue in them which shone brighter than ever.

“please? just stay still.” you pout, putting on your best puppy eyes. that antic normally never works on blade for some reason; he’ll show zero reaction to your pleading. if he’s in a better mood than usual, he’ll glance at you and then nod at best.

“for me?” you add in a desperate attempt to get your lover to comply.

blade silently looks over at you. there was not an ounce of change to be seen on his cold face, yet you noticed the subtle flicker in his eyes. one that no other person could have spotted. you had spent enough time admiring his eyes to memorise every little detail about them. from how they’d look when he’s mad to how they’d look when he’s in a (rare) content mood.

you knew your pleading had finally broke through his hard shell.

“…” blade stops in his tracks and turns his body to you, letting his arms fall to their sides like you’ve won him over. it’s the most vulnerable he’s been with anyone.

you stood there with your mouth slightly agape at the beautiful scenery, including the man in front of you. the wind blowing through blade’s long hair and the way he’s standing so relaxed—it was almost an honour to see that view.

“i’m not going to stand here all day. come.”

you immediately went over to blade, standing in close proximity to his body. you carefully brushed his bangs to the side and looked into both of his gorgeous eyes. blade was staring right back at you, not blinking even once.

“incredible..” you admire him out loud as your thumbs graze against the smooth skin of his temples.

blade doesn’t utter a word and lets you do what you want to. he can’t deny the unfamiliar yet tugging feeling in the pits of his stomach. the one feeling he’s been trying to repress to not make the same mistake twice.

all he could do in that moment of vulnerability was accept the power you had and will continue to have over him.

JING YUAN !

is probably fascinated by your wish to look into his golden orbs. jing yuan, in contrast of blade, thinks it is pretty adorable of you. he won’t question your actions and just goes along with whatever you desire of him. the general is a fool for you.

jing yuan won’t even mind it if you do it in public. he’ll bend his head down a little to give you access to his face. but, don’t blame him if he has his hands on your waist or hips in the meantime. you being close to him while looking into his eyes is considered something romantic according to him.

be prepared for kisses to be stolen from you. you’ll be in such a trance, too enamoured by his eyes to even notice the strategy the general was planning. that strategy including all the ways he can have you close enough for a ‘surprise’ kiss.

jing yuan was staring back at you with a soft smile that reached his eyes, his arms wrapped around your waist while you laid on his bare chest, “are you having fun, dearest?”

it was just another lazy morning with the two of you cuddled up in his cozy bed. jing yuan, who was spared from his duties today, woke up to you playing with his hair. specifically, the light grey-ish locks that covered one of his eyes.

“mhm,” you hum, the soft sound of delight being jing yuan’s weakness, “you’re so pretty.”

you always tell him that. it was the truth and you simply wanted your lover to know how good he looks. no matter what he’s doing—whether it’d be sleeping, working, fighting or eating—jing yuan’s handsome looks were mesmerising.

your kind words earn a deep chuckle from your partner, sending vibrations through his chest, “well, thank you.”

jing yuan’s calloused hand cups one side of your cheek while your own hand held his bangs to the side. now both of his eyes were staring back at yours. you enjoyed jing yuan’s loving gaze that scanned your entire face in search of a perfect place to kiss.

the light streaming into the room between the gaps of your curtains made his skin glow and his soft yellow eyes more vibrant. they shone like valuable golden ores which mankind could only dream of witnessing.

jing yuan held onto the back of your head and guided your lips down to meet his in a kiss. a surprise kiss so romantic that it had you melting into his touch in an instant.

after you pulled back, jing yuan could easily spot the embarrassment on your face. he’s glad that his antics still have that effect on you.

“my love,” the general sighs in content, the pad of his thumb gently stroking the skin beneath your right eye, “you’re so easy to catch off guard.”

and he loves you for it.

[xxchaosjojoxx]

Hi :)

I have always loved law since his first appearance in the anime.

May I ask for a law x Reader but reader is an absolute GREAT at lying. Like they lie all the time and no one would know it was a lie due to specific things that aren't exactly related to the lie but was somehow a "proof" that it was believable. It even fooled Law himself.

Reader is always so happy, like always smiling and cheerful and everything. But with a really constructed lie, a smile isn't always real.

You get what I mean?

Most lies I was talking about was:

"I ate dinner" for example.

Reader didn't actually eat but can be proven to because 1, reader could have planned to "eat" later due to "work" when in reality, they just planned to go inside the lunch room for a few moments and made sure someone saw so they'd have an alibi.

So basically, it's based on alibis and statements that make said lie true.

A/N: Thanks so much for your request. I had an idea in my mind and suddenly it went dark/angst. I hope it is still to your liking and I’m not sure if I should do a second part to add some fluff like I had originally planned.

Lies

You were the sunshine on and inside the Polar Tang. With your bright smile, you could earn a lot of happy smiles and joyful words whenever you enter a room. No one would ever think that this was a facade. That all of this would be a lie. Even your captain would call anyone crazy who would think not of a bunch of sunshine whenever you are around.

Your skills as a thief back in the day are kinda handsy. You are quick and precise when it comes to battle. With your radiant presence and this bright smile paired with those big soft eyes it was easy to gain a lot of free supplies and goodies, whenever your duty was to go shopping. You joined the Heart pirates after stealing some things from Penguin and Shachi nearly 4 months ago. Sadly you couldn’t escape the blue orb nor the teleportation as this man, now your captain, Trafalgar Law was grabbing you with a smirk on his face. You had skill, this might come in handy for sure. That was his reason to let you join his crew. The fact that you would probably lose your head was not an option back there. He was intimidating but handsome. You would be a fool to not follow an attractive man.

The life you had back there was a life you wished to erase forever.

As a foster kid some adults used you for stealing. Kids are small, they can hide better, right?

Over the years you could perfect your stealing skills and one more skill. To lie. Whenever you trembled, whenever you where crying or doing not exactly what they told you, they would hurt you, torture you. You had to learn to lie, because you needed to survive. You had to lie to yourself, that all of this wouldn’t be your whole life. That you would find something better for sure someday. Then you met the heart pirates, they all welcomed you like a family. And even though you showed them your brightest smile, your happiest face, the loudest laugh, you were still aware of them. This is not real. They will use you when they get a chance. Don’t trust them. All of this was repeating in your head every now and then. No one knew what you were hiding because no one suspected anything.

The first time Law suspected something was not too long ago. He worked a lot today and went to the kitchen, to get a snack as he passed you. “You ok, y/n-ya? You look pale? Did you eat anything?”

You were looking at him, giving him a bright smile. “Hey Captain. Of course. I ate dinner already. I just ate too much, maybe that’s why.”

He looked at you with a stern look. “Ok don’t overwork yourself.”

“Aye aye Captain.” and with that you left him. Only after he entered the kitchen and saw the dish, he knew something was off.

Law saw Shachi and Penguin sitting at the table, talking and laughing. “Was Y/N in here?”

They looked at him. “Yeah, she just left with a plate in her hand. She has too much work to do, so she wanted to eat in her room.” The red haired said and Law tilted his head in confusion. “I just saw her, and she didn’t even have a plate in her hand.”

Bepo entered the kitchen from behind. “Oh she gave me the plate earlier. Said I should eat it. She had too much earlier and put way more on the plate for her to finish.”

“I see.” With this Law grabbed a snack and returned to his office with a bad feeling.

He was reading some paperwork as he took a bite from his snack. His mind was wandering back to you. It felt off. Did you really have dinner? The fact that you filled your plate with food and the fact why you didn’t have it when he met you earlier, it all was reasonable. But something was still weird. Would you lie to him? You had no reason for it. But remembering the food, he knew that Shachi was in charge of cooking today and he also knew that Shachi used some spices especially one you didn’t even like. There was no way you wouldn’t notice it and there was also no way that you would eat it to the point you would grab another plate. He hid his face in his hands and was remembering every situation with you in it since you joined. There was never an occasion that he would feel like this. Without even realizing he went towards the storage room, knowing you were on duty today, to write down what else you would need when you dock on the next island.

You stand there with a pencil and a little book in your hands, taking notes. As you felt his presence you turned around to see your captain and smiled at him. “Hey Captain. Can I help you with something?”

“Yeah, can you give me your hand for a second please? I need to confirm something.”

With a confused look you reached your right hand towards him, his warm hands were cupping your own and you could feel a light blush on your face.

“What exactly do you confirm?” You gulped and were looking at him.

“I thought I saw something earlier.” He had not enough time to think of anything clever.

“Do you feel better now? You know because of your second plate of food today.”

He had to concentrate on your heartbeat, on your pulse.

You were looking at him even more confused. “Yes, thank you.”

He squeezed your hand a little tighter. If people lie, their heartbeat, pulse and the breath would give them away, but everything was normal. Not even a slight change. But he knew that you didn’t have another plate. You gave it to Bepo. “Didn’t you give it to Bepo?”

He was staring at you. You felt a little shiver as he was staring at you with this cold look.

"Yeah, I did. I thought I could eat more, but then I felt sick so I gave it to Bepo instead.” Again you were smiling. You didn’t even have to think long enough or even stutter. Your answer was way too perfect. Even if you were telling him the truth, you wouldn’t answer as fast as possible.

“Did you ever lie to us?”

You shook your head and your eyes were wide. “What? No, why should I?”

“Tell me the truth.”

“I do. I never lied to you or anyone else on this ship.”

You were looking at him in determination and in this moment knew, he wouldn’t get the answer out of you.

He knew something was off but he couldn’t prove it. Just his gut feeling wouldn’t be enough.

He let go of your hand. “I’m sorry. I'll let you finish your work.” Law was about to leave the room as he turned his head towards you.

“You can trust us, you know? I know that your past was hard, but you are safe now. If you wanna talk with anyone about anything, do it please.”

Law could see a small nod coming from you. “Of course I do, captain. I already trust you. Thanks for checking on me.” You showed him a big grin and Law couldn’t help but feel this bad feeling inside him to blossom. Now that he felt off he couldn’t help but wonder, if those smiles of yours and your shining personalities are fake. What about you is real? What is a lie? He was determined to find the truth from this day on.

[justaz]

arthur has always been suspicious of the tavern excuse for merlin’s absences, but he has no proof on the contrary and when confronted merlin either tells him outlandish tales of near death experiences that have no chance of being remotely truthful or he admits to and apologizes for slacking on his duties to get drunk. one day, he decides enough is enough and he and all the knights go to the tavern with merlin and arthur casually brings up merlin’s history in the tavern and says he could probably beat gwaine in a drinking contest. merlin tries to divert the discussion away from the idea but arthur is determined. they receive a round of drinks and arthur pushes a pint of ale into merlin’s hands with a look of challenge. merlin’s options are to either commit to the lie to hide his secret or admit to the lie and risk exposing his magic. he takes the former. merlin gives lancelot a Look and then slams back the pint of ale with a minor bit of gagging and pauses to breath. gwaine already finished his pint thirty seconds ago but its entertaining to watch merlin so he doesn’t say anything.

merlin (built like a twig, rarely drinks, lightweight) is proper sloshed. arthur is almost vindicated but he needs merlin to admit it. he orders two more pints and gives one to gwaine and the second to merlin, instigating the competition further despite the fact that gwaine won already. merlin grimaces and tries to do the same thing again but only gets a few gulps in before he folds. he slams the mug down and gives arthur a kicked puppy look before admitting and apologizing for lying. arthur is Vindicated. merlin is still wasted.

the nights wears on and merlin feels the effect of the ale more and more every minute that passes. he sits between arthur and lancelot and feels almost unbearably warm but that could be bc of the alcohol in his system, or the crowded tavern. merlin looks around and watches the people that pass their table by while the knights talk and joke and laugh amongst themselves. merlin feels relaxed and excitable now, his worries seem to have melted away and he cant seem to remember why he was always so stressed and worn down before. he sees a game of [insert game here] (i was gonna say darts but google says that game hasn’t been invented in canon time so ill leave it up to interpretation) going on and climbs over lancelot to join in.

the knights watch with amusement and anticipate merlin’s clumsy attempts at [whatever]. oddly enough tho, merlin is a fucking god at [game]. a small crowd gathers and betting pools form and then challengers approach and put money on the line to go against merlin and merlin absolutely demolishes them all. honestly if arthur didn’t know any better, he’d think merlin was using magic to win bc there was no way his bumbling fool of a servant was that good at…anything.

the challengers take their defeat with honor and grace. the audience is a huge fan of merlin and they keep buying him drinks but he just sends them to the table for the other’s to drink. many people come up to him and flirt, maybe motivated by all the money he won that night or maybe just bc he’s merlin, and when merlin responds to them he’s………..he’s a real good fucking flirt? like could put gwaine to shame and he’s rejecting them???? how can someone come across so flirtatiously while turning down offers to take various beautiful people to bed??

arthur was already itching to intervene when people were flirting with merlin but he seemed to have a handle on it so he let it slide, but then people started touching merlin and arthur’s hand had drifted to his hip where his sword was usually sheathed. however, again, merlin was very skilled at escaping the situations with little to no conflict and he came back to the table with his winnings. the knights cheer for him and order more drinks with his money which merlin is too inebriated to notice and truthfully doesn’t really care about. his eyes are on arthur and if arthur thought watching merlin flirt from afar was bad then having him up close in his personal space, hands brushing against his arms and dark eyelashes fluttering softly against his pale skin, breathing his name into the space between them and licking his full pink lips was absolute torture and the worst and best agony he couldn’t even dream up.

[ramblingautisticman]

Advent Day 15! A special one for you all!

A Gift In The Making

Chapter 2 - A Weekly Tradition

Summary : Logan has a problem. What the fuck does he get Wade for Christmas?

(Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3.)

(Link the the A03 version in the title! I'll be updating next on Christmas Day (maybe Christmas Eve too..) Hope yall enjoy!)

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It was saturday, which meant Laura would be coming over for- what Wade called- family dinner. Logan honestly looked forward to these little get togethers every week, it was a nice chance to catch up with Laura while having a decent meal.

And this saturday's family dinner was going to be important, because this saturday's family dinner was going to help him with his issue.

You see, Logan had a plan. A good one.

During their dinner, he was going to casually ask everyone what they wanted for Christmas. If he asked Laura or Al- even if their presents had already been bought- he was positive that Wade would chime in with he wanted. It had to work! Then Logan would know what to get! It was a fool proof plan- atleast- it was in theory.

Of course, that didn't quiet happen. Not exactly.

Laura had shown up at the apartment with Al, Logan finished cooking up this weeks dish- a chicken pot pie with roast potatoes and vegetables- and they had all sat down at the table to eat, casual conversation quickly starting after they tucked in.

"So, how has school been Laura? How are they treating ya at the mansion?" Logan asked, a small smile on his face as he glanced up at her over the food. It had been bittersweet when Laura had told him she wanted to move into the mansion and go to school at Xavier's. On one hand, he knew it was the best place for her. She would get a great education and learn to hone her skills. The other hand though- well- that's where his past came back to haunt him.

He couldn't help but feel like something bad would happen to her while she was there, and he wouldn't be able to help. It had happened before, so why wouldn't it happen again? Wade had helped with the whole panicking if he thought about it thing, and Laura had assured him that if there was ever trouble Logan was the first person she would call. It still made him alittle anxious, but she seemed happy there and that was enough for Logan.

"Oh- pretty good actually. I'm passing all my classes with like mostly A's, and Professor Scott said I'll probably be top of my Combat class." She said, smiling right back up at him as she finished swallowing a potatoe. "And yes, you ask everytime, seriously Da-Logan..I'm fine! They are all very nice! You really do need to come over at some point...they are having a New Year's party I think..maybe you and Wade can come." She suggested, looking away embarrassed at her near miss.

She still hadn't called Logan 'Dad' yet, but she was getting their. Her and Logan were getting there. Laura was still getting used to having a parental (well, two with Wade) figure, and Logan was still getting used to being someone's parental figure. It would take awhile before they were both used to it, but they were doing pretty good so far.

Logan went to respond, to quickly shut down the idea of going and seeing those old friends he really wished to avoid, but before he could managed to- like alot of other times since he moved to this universe- Wade beat him too it.

"Ah! Your both so adorable- lil father daughter conversations! Also yes, we will be there! I promise! We can bring you back with us! We can go out and get some lunch the next day before your classes start back up again!" Wade rambled excitedly, earning a small chuckle from Logan.

Okay, he wasn't really excited about having to go to the mansion, but Laura wanted him too and with Wade there? Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Plus, he had awhile to prepare himself. "Yeah...yeah okay, but we won't stay the whole time. Don't think I can deal with Scott that long." He said with a chuckle, smirking slightly at Laura before eating another vegetable off his plate.

"Perfect! Oooo- are they having a Christmas party? Do they do that? I mean, some of the kids don't have parents and homes they can go back too right? They have Christmas for those kids?" Wade asked, quickly turning from excited to concerned that kids might not celebrate at the mansion.

Logan quickly shut that down though. "They did in my universe. We did Hanukkah too for the few Jewish kids we had, and whatever else the kids celebrated. I'm sure they do here Wade, don't worry." He said gently, hoping to calm Wade down. Logan knew what he was like- if someone didn't say the kids got Christmas- he would probably start crying.

"Is that all you talk about bitch?" Al mutterd, quickly starting a little debate between her and Wade about 'the important of the Christmas spirit' and about how it 'isn't even December yet motherfucker!'.

Logan and Laura couldn't help but share a small laugh as they continued to eat, just watching as the argument unfolded.

Wade really was adorable when he got passionate like this. Wade took every chance he could to talk about anything and everything Christmas- and Logan realised that as the argument settled down- this was the perfect segway for what he wanted to ask.

"Talking of christmas- what's everyone wantin'? Laura? You have anything on ya list?" He asked as nonchalantly as he could, putting his cutlery down and turning his full attention to Laura.

She shrugged in response, continuing with her meal as she spoke. "Not much...maybe some stuff for school? Pens and notebooks and stuff like that? Clothes?" Laura spoke in an unenthusiastic tone, glancing up between Logan and Wade, then looking back down to her plate.

"Come on- you don't want anything exciting? Anything in particular? We can get you school supplies and clothing any time you want or need Mini Peanut! Come on, what is something you want? Not need." Wade asked, neglecting his own meal to now violently wave his hands around as he spoke.

"Yeah, Laura, honey, there has to be something you want! Make sure it's big and expensive! They can't say no to you!" Al chimed in, smirking alittle as she went back to her meal, Laura glancing up at her and smirking back.

Logan really wanted Laura to accept she could ask for things she needed- even things she wanted- and they were making slow process. She pointed out things she liked in the mall when they went, but always refused when anyone offered to get it for her. Luckily, Wade had made a small list of things she had hinted at wanting and they had bought her a few things, but they wanted to get her something she really wanted.

"I guess...I guess a sketchbook would be cool- Miss Ororo said my art was good..and she said I could use her one she wasn't using- but it'd be cool to...to have my own drawing stuff.." Laura muttered, eyes still glued to her plate of nearly finished food.

"You like art?" Logan asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion. She had never mentioned that. Sure, Laura had doodle on Wade's hand a few times when they were out and she got anxious, but he never really thought much of it. It was clearly something she was alittle insecure about, but Logan was glad she finally mentioned something.

Laura went to answer, but Wade was clearly too excited for that, so Logan watched as Laura quickly shut her mouth to let him talk. "That is amazing! I think we can manage something like that! Our little artist!" He said dramatically, Laura clearly easing up alittle at Wade being Wade, her and Logan chuckling in sync at his antics. Al couldn't help but laugh alittle too, even if she acted like Wade annoyed her, she did love her little family.

"Yeah, sure we can get you some drawing stuff- and seriously- if you need school supplies or new clothes, just tell us. Even if you just want something, tell us." Logan said, a small smile on his face as he looked over to Al. "And what about you Al? What do you want for Christmas?" He asked, that smile still on his face as he looked over at the women.

"Wade to shut up for more than 5 seconds would be nice!" She said with no real heat behind her words, as she playfully smacked said man's arm. It caused Wade to gasp loudly, placing a hand on his heart as if it was deeply offensive. Even if she couldn't see it, Al knew what he was doing.

"That and a new TV. Mine is on the fritz. Seriously- how am I ment to watch my shows when the goddamn audio is cutting in and out?" She asked, clearly annoyed at the situation she found herself in. Logan and Wade both looked at eachother with a fond smile, glad they had been right about what she had wanted, a brand new TV already wrapped and ready in their spare room.

Logan stared at Wade for a second longer before speaking again, taking a deep breath before asking the person he had really wanted too. "You Wade? What do you want? Sure Laura and Al wanna know what insane shit they need to buy you." He teased, hoping it wouldn't make Wade realise what he was doing.

Wade just smiled at him, and said in a very soft voice, that all he wanted was "A good christmas with my perfect family."

Which was nice. Really nice and sweet- and it made Logan's heart flutter for a second- but how the fuck was that helpful? How was that meant to help Logan?

Before he knew it, the conversation had moved on too a different topic, and once again Logan was sat thinking about what Wade would actually want. What Wade deserved.

Eventually Laura and Al left, and Wade was stood in the kitchen stacking up the plates in the sink for Logan to inevitably end up cleaning the following morning. Logan watched him with a small frown. Why didn't Wade just say something helpful? Tell him what he wanted? Wade loved asking Logan for things! Whenever Wade dragged him to the mall or to go shopping he was also pointing at things, begging Logan to buy them for him. So why wouldn't he say anything earlier?

"So, you want a good Christmas with your perfect family? Is that all?" He asked softly, slowly stepping behind Wade, placing his hands onto the others waist and resting his head on Wade's shoulder. Logan felt the other man's hum and nod, laughing alittle at the response. "That's it? No rare Hello Kitty figures? No new marshmallow squish things?" He asked, smiling softly up at Wade as he kissed his cheek.

"Nope. Just want this Christmas to go perfect. As perfect as I can pull of perfect anyway. Plus- I like getting other people gifts more than getting my own! It's fun! Wrapping them all up, writing the little messages...which you might need to help me with alittle...and getting to watch there face light up! It's the best part!" Wade said happily, turning around and pulling Logan up so he was standing properly. "Promise, that's all I want."

Logan nodded alittle and couldn't help but let his smile grow at the answer. It was such a Wade answer. He was always so selfless- even if he didn't admit it- and the one thing he wanted was making other people happy.

Logan knew, as he looked down at Wade with a smile, exactly what he was getting him for Christmas.

[mysticalsoot]

heaven is you (godbur au)

first installment of my godbur au & gift to my sister &lt;3

➸ note; i wanted to finish this for @lillylvjy. lillys been a big play in why i still write and why i haven’t given up on shifting or given up on myself or this account. thanks to her i don’t impulsively delete things and i move forward. a few months ago i threw the idea of godbur at her and we talked about it and formed this character, she gives me the credit but she deserves just as much credit as i do. she’s my sister, regardless of biological attachment, she is my sister. i love her and i will protect her for as long as she’ll let me. she’s always there for me, holding me up and supporting me. if i’m upset or hurt, she’s there to listen and offer support. she also spends way more money on me than she should. and i love her, so a little note, don’t mess with her. thank you lills, i love you and enjoy this lil fic i somehow managed to finish in a day! also big thanks to @sleeby-anon for helping me pick out the photo and just helping me with this fic- tysm! you’re very cool and i love u (thank you for being a good friend to lilly :3 )

➸ pairing; godbur x gn!reader

➸ summary; after a few (actually, many) instances where you risked your life in order to reach your beloved wilbur’s world, you have a final disagreement that brings him to a few realizations and maybe some more effort to bring you want you want

➸ warning; kinda hurt but comfort at end, illusions to suicide but not flat out said, probably swearing, is there an unbalanced power dynamic? probably, uses of baby (i’m sorry i’m a sucker for it-), i think that’s it!

➸ age-rating; 15+

➸ wordcount; 2k

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"darling," the word rolled off wilbur's tongue with ease, like it had been spoken millions of times. perhaps it had been, but your mind was too foggy with fear and desperation to think clearly, "you can't keep doing this."

he pleads for you, hands on your shoulders and eyebrows pulling together as he looks down at you.

"what else am I supposed to do?" your voice cracks as the words flow out, and he frowns, shaking his head and looking to the side.

"live," he pauses, turning his head to face you. his grip on your shoulders tightens just a bit, "there's more to life than seeking refuge in my world. be alive, live in mortality."

he's begging you, pleading for you. he hates to see you hurt, and he hates the way his world's laws are. you can't be thrust into immortal responsibilities yet, and you can't stay long as a mortal with purpose. you have to go, but you would rather die a million more times before you accept that.

"can't you just let me stay? what's the problem in letting me be free where I want to be, with you," you're pleading with him now. on your hands and knees praying to the god before you to just let you stay. you're standing, knees going weak just a smidge. your eyes are burning from tears and your cheeks are wet with a desperation.

"I can't, I really can't," his frown deepens and he pulls you into his chest, face in his white ruffly shirt. he smells like home, but a home you can never truly have. he cups the back of your head with his hand, rubbing at your scalp with his fingertips as you sigh.

"it's the rules," a kiss to the top of your head and you want to scream and cry and bang at his chest. but you don't, you stay still in his grasp, holding your calm in your hands so tightly.

"the rules are stupid," you mumble into his shirt, he moves a hand to rub your back.

he chuckles, nodding in agreement before speaking again, "I agree, love."

days pass after he sent you back, you mulled over ways and methods you could reach him again in desperate hope he'd finally give in to your pleas and let you stay.

you were wandering the woods, pacing between trees as you tried to narrow down your plans. you could try summoning him, but it wasn't fool proof. you could try to speak to him through meditation, but he sometimes ignored you 'for your sake'.

you weren't sure what would work, and you were kicking yourself for not knowing. but also for the doubts that filled your mind. what if he kicked you out again? told you to never see him again and made sure you couldn't? what if he forced you to live out your mortality purely out of his anger at you. what if he was angry?

you sigh, resting your head against the tree, sighing as you screw your eyes shut, banging your fist against the bark before stepping back.

"what more do you want?" you beckon up at the sky, he's not listening, you're sure of it but you need to be angry at something, somewhere. it's unfair.

"for you to listen," his voice mumbles in your mind and you scoff, shaking your head as the memory of his accent echoes in your mind.

"yeah well, you don't have the best ideas, now do you?"

"y/n.." he murmurs, his tone a gentle warning to you so you don't say something you'll regret. or do something, for that matter.

"wilbur," you copy his tone, mocking it almost before you groan, falling to sit on the ground.

"you know you can't do this, you know that," you can hear the strain in his voice, the way he draws it out and softens it just to reach out to you and make amends for it.

"but what else am I meant to do?" you want to scream at the top of your lungs, cry to him and bitch about the situation you're in. how you're continually denied what you want. you thought you proved yourself, you thought you proved that you could handle immortality. that you could handle him.

it's silent, not a sound is made around you or even echoed in your mind. you wondered if his methods of communication were a curse or a blessing. it felt more like a curse at the moment. it felt like a taunt to you, how powerless you felt down on earth, in morality. you felt so out of control, like a puppet. and maybe wilbur was the puppeteer, but who’s to say it wasn’t someone else? maybe he was just an illusion, a hallucination that controlled your motives and thoughts simply by the prospect of maybe having some hope to grasp onto. a nice, soft candle in the middle of a dark and empty room.

he was the light you couldn’t quite reach.

he finally speaks up, his tone rushed and worried, but his words keep you from second guessing it, “i have an idea.”

“what?” you mumble, nearly tripping over the single word.

“you want to stay with me, yes?” he sounds almost frustrated for a moment before sighing almost exasperated.

“yes, yes, that’s what i’ve been saying. you never listen-“

wilbur cuts you off, “i listen, i promise. okay? i listen to you, now, listen to me for a second, okay baby?”

you ponder for a moment before giving in, “fine.”

“i’ll let you come back, under a few conditions,” you wait a moment, giving him time to list his conditions but he doesn’t seem to budge on his own.

“and what are those?” you fold your arms over your chest, huffing as you imagine wilbur pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing at you.

“i’ll tell you when you get here, okay?” he pauses, sand surprisingly you can hear the hesitation almost as if he were there with you and not just speaking through your mind, “there’s a tree-“

“a tree? wow, so fancy,” your annoyance bubbling up at the way he wasn’t being direct.

he warns you again, a whispering of your name to keep you in line before he continues, “there’s a tree a few minutes in front of you, there will be lilliums around the base and a circle door in the middle. it’ll take you here, no need to do what you normally do, okay? please just, don’t do something stupid and get up here, okay?”

you take a moment before answering, wondering if you want to believe him or ignore him at the moment, “okay, fine.”

you wait a few minutes, making sure he doesn’t have anything more to say before standing up and beginning the walk over to the tree. it feels stupid, how hopeful you are and how confident you feel over walking to a damn tree as if it’ll fix your biggest qualm with the way your god’s world works. you stop short, maybe a good eight feet from the base of the tree, your eyes dancing around and staring at the lilly flowers lining the base and spreading over the roots. you play with the idea of turning around and walking back, abandoning him and any loyalty you had to him. but then you look back at the trunk before you and sigh, giving in and stepping back towards it. your fingers reach out to grasp the hook on the corner, pulling it back and crawling in, not without doubts of course but you aren’t sure what you have to lose.

you pull the door back to close it and turn around, darkness encompassing your whole being as you feel a sort of light feeling take over your senses. are you dreaming? it doesn’t feel like a dream, but it seems like one. are you real? is this real?

your thoughts shut off, cut like a guillotine, but the blade being the darkness and silence. you no longer felt anything but a void, and then you began to feel warm fabric, and then a whiff of cologne hit your nose and then you were finally able to open your eyes.

“i see you’re awake?” you peek up, rubbing your eyes as you take in your surroundings, eyes catching on the familiar figure of wilbur, sitting in a reading chair in the corner of his bedroom. you’ve been here before, you’ve slept in this bed but now it feels different. it’s a good different, but it isn’t the same.

“i am now,” you pause, tossing the covers over and off your legs as you sit up against the ornate headboard, gazing over at him as he meets your eyes and sets down his journal, “what happened?”

“i convinced myself that i could manage switching your role to immortal,” he sighs, moving his gaze to the floor as he chews his lip, mind reeling as he lists off all the rules he broke just to bring his love into his life.

“mm, was it paperwork that kept you from it?” you chuckle, much too happy at the moment to even think of how angry you were and still are at him.

“no,” he chuckles dryly, shaking his head, “it was.. more serious than that but that’s no talk for now. how are you feeling, love?” he stands from his chair, finding a spot on the edge of the bed by your feet and resting his hands on your legs.

“i couldn’t be more tired, what the hell happened? how did i get here?” you murmur, rubbing your eyes as you take note of the pulsing ache at your temples.

“i guided you through a dream, to get here, and once you reached this world, i switched some things around in your file,” he squeezes your calf, his eyes staring at the wall for a good minute before meeting your gaze.

“so that means…?”

“you’re immortal and no longer have any ties with your old world, you’re mine now, just the way you wanted,” he sighs, lifting your legs to lay over his lap as he reaches over and kisses your forehead. there’s a sort of calmness about him that you’ve yet to see until now. you never knew such peace could exist in him.

“i’ll answer any question you have.” you nod to him, acknowledging his offer but not knowing where to start,

you have too many questions to even verbalize, or let alone ask, and the growing headache isn’t helping either. so after a moment’s contemplation, you decide to let the piles questions take a rest while you enjoy your wilbur’s company.

you lean forward and kiss his cheek once, and you watch as a gentle rosiness floods the pale skin that he adorns and his lips curl up in a smile.

“how about we have a day to ourselves and celebrate?” you suggest, grabbing his hand to play with his fingers, chewing on your lip as you keep your eyes down.

“okay, as long as you promise to ask questions later?” he tilts your head up by your chin, a loving care in his eyes.

“promise,” you smile, kissing the tip of his nose before continuing and jumping off the bed, “now show me that pretty garden you have, yeah?”

he smiles, standing up and meeting you where you stand. he leans down, hands resting on your cheeks with giggles escaping his lips at your excitement, “may i kiss you first?”

“yes, sir you may,” your fingers wrap around his waist as he brings his lips to yours, smiling softly as your mouths move in sync. a moments pass before you both need air and you pull back, moving to tug on his hand, “now come on! show me the lilliums!”

he leads you out to the garden, smiling the whole way as he can’t help but to think how grateful he is that he broke a few rules and let heaven be you.

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I'm so sorry for coming back so quick with another ask, I just really liked the one you wrote for me! I really liked the head canons you put down and how you wrote the bishops apprehension around the reader.

This isn't exactly xreader eccentric, but you you do red crown follower!reader meeting the bishops again as followers?

I would love more reader making the bishops uncomfortable, having that the bishops tried everything in their power to destroy everything in relation to narinder, and besides lamb being proof that they failed, the reader is even bigger proof.

(red crown follower is just an easier way to call the ex narinder follower, now lamb follower that I requested last time)

Awh thanks! I'm glad you loved that fic!

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Leshy

He thought all followers of the Red Crown was eliminated..or at the very least chased out of the Old Faith.

He strongly recalls burning entire villages that had even the smallest tribute to Narinder, hoping his name and deeds would be forever lost to time.

Even when the final sacrifice failed, he thought destroying Lamb would be easy.

But he was wrong, and after being brought into the cult...he notices you again. Your voice alone fills him with nothing but dread.

You were the living proof--the bigger proof--that Narinder's legacy hadn't died.

"So we meet again, Leshy..the youngest and most reckless of your brethren." You tease. "You thought setting a torch to my home would stop me from following the might of the Red Crown? I have served it for ages, and you're a fool to think I'd ever convert to your blasphemy overnight."

"S-Silence, you!!" He hisses. "Our qualms were not with the Red Crown..but its bearer. HE was the blasphemous one! HE didn't deserve to wear it!! We tried having a civil discussion about his teachings...and look what he did to us...to me!"

"It's a pity that my lord took your eyes...but you all took his freedom." You scowl, yanking on one of his branched antlers. "There is no greater treachery than what you've committed that night."

Fortunately, you decide not to snap off any of his antlers that day..but he remains wary around you nevertheless.

Kallamar

He's always been so afraid of the Red Crown, probably because his abilities to cast both sickness and health would have been rendered useless if Narinder's resurrection doctrine was implemented.

You used that fear against him when he was brought into Lamb's cult.

"I-It's you!!" He shrieks, recognizing your garb as the type Narinder's followers used to wear.

You don't have to say much to get him to kneel at your feet, begging for forgiveness and trying to justify himself.

"P-Please understand..I didn't want to cast out the Red Crown! I told them it was bad idea-!!"

"Yet you did nothing to stop them from imprisoning Lord Narinder...and you delivered cholera unto my village when we refused to turn over our commandment stones." You scorn.

He gulps nervously, shocked you remembered that.

"I-I did..but they told me-"

"And you obeyed them like a cowardly dog. That makes you no better than them..you don't get a free pass just because you felt sorry and they didn't."

Your cold words are enough to make the squid weep as he clutches the hem of your robes, asking what he could do to redeem himself.

All you say to him is to cherish this new life Lamb has so generously given him.

For if the Red Crown was atop your head instead...it'd be a different story.

Heket

This frog might've had her throat taken, but she still had spiteful words for you in particular.

You were one of the followers she summoned in front of Lamb, vividly remembering how you didn't keel over when she sapped all the hunger from your body.

You stood tall and defiant--just like her heretic brother.

She's convinced that you caused Lamb's execution to fail, believing that because Narinder had at least one believer left, that gave him enough power to bring them into his realm.

After joining the cult, she only ever addresses you as "Narinder's Pet" (despite you reminding her that you're only loyal to the Red Crown..and he wasn't your master anymore).

She hates your guts, and doesn't just express that verbally.

When it's her turn to cook one day, she serves you a Deadly Dish.

And by "serve"...I mean she tackles you and shoves the red mush down your throat.

Your fellow followers are horrified, and are about to get Lamb....yet you swallow the food without even flinching, pushing her off and calmly standing up.

"If that's your attempt at assassinating me...then you need a new strategy, Lady Heket. In Narinder's cult, sometimes that vile concoction is all we have to eat. So I can stomach it."

"Huh.....freak..." She grunts.

But she's left you alone since then.

Shamura

Knowing how much the spider cared for Narinder and how they gave him ideas...you were just a tad bit softer in their presence after they became indoctrinated.

They admired and respected the following he fostered, especially as you preached his name and became his messenger, although your one true master was the Red Crown itself.

It's no wonder why they couldn't foresee you ever becoming its vessel, no matter how far they looked into the future.

You can tell it genuinely pained them to imprison the sibling they adored most, and being the catalyst for his eventual undoing.

That doesn't mean you weren't bitter about it, though.

So when you saw them as a follower, you came off as cold, reminding them how they brainwashed three of Lamb's followers into attack them.

"You couldn't have possibly understood, [y/n].." They whisper, frowning. "It was the only way for Lamb to see what I saw...feel what I felt...hurt like I hurt when he betrayed us-"

"Those situations are in no way comparable." You huff. "He trusted you...and you backstabbed him and sent your acolytes to kill us and loot our homes. And for what? Because you were scared when he had an idea for the doctrines that you didn't like? You may have forgotten, but it was your teachings that inspired him. Inspired us."

"I have not forgotten..and I deeply regret it. The blame falls upon me, not my siblings."

You were surprised at how humble they were, but you accept their apology.

It seems their guilt was more effective than any words you could have spoken.

[nomizombie]

fanboy!König x rockstar!Reader (Part III) 🎸🎤🎶

[SFW/Fluff/Wholesome] ; basically a date with könig, loads of awkward moments, gender neutral, no usage of yn, written in 2nd person, please excuse my non proof read work

[A/N] ; 2nd poll winner!! Honestly had a lot of ideas for this part but i think könig would start off slow with a little cafe session and then of course, as per the AU he must be super into the rock scene!!, hes totally bringing reader to some underground rock concert >:)

Part I . Part II . Part III

(ill add the links later, for now just find my fanboy!könig tag and u shud be good)

You wake up to the sound of your phone vibrating and the familiar tune of your ringtone. Your favourite song. It’s a catchy tune that you heard a few years ago and never seemed to get out of your head.

Rolling over in bed, you pick it up lazily, holding it to your ear as you force out a groggy ‘good morning’. You almost cringe at how raspy it comes out.

Expecting the sound of your manager’s nagging, your eyes filled with shock as his voice came through; quiet and just a little flustered.

“Your voice is deep… in the morning.” He smiles across the line.

“Sorry..? König?!” It was like a bucket of ice cold water was just poured on you. You sit up in bed instantly and glance at the ticking clock on your wall.

10:36AM

You were late to meet König.

“Oh shit-shit-shit-shit!” Your feet immediately scramble off your mattress, phone pressed between your shoulder and head as you rushed to brush your teeth.

“Its okay I dont mind. Maybe i shouldve picked the evening instead.” He said, “I know you had a late show last night.”

You responded back, muffled, which released a slew of laughter on the other end.

“Perhaps I should hang up? You sound a little busy.” He snickered.

You furiously refused through your toothpaste filled teeth.

“Ill be there soon!” You said as your gurgled.

By the time you had pulled your shoes on, it was already 10:47 AM. Guilt clouded your mind as you recalled that he initially set the time for ten in the morning. You had kept him waiting for over half an hour.

Rushing out the door, you let out another string of apologies, panting because of course, your cardio sucks.

By the time you reached the cafe, you were a sweaty heaving mess. Not the best way to start your first date. Was it even a date? The two of you are just friends. It was a friend… date. König sat in the corner, fittingly, staring at his phone as he softly drummed his fingers on the arm rests of his chair. He noticed you immediately, eyes crinkling as he motioned for you to sit across of him.

“Hello.” he smiled.

He wore a simple white shirt with some band name you had never heard of. I guess he’s into underground music? Over that was a puffy black zip up hoodie. His jeans were a sleek navy blue and he wore a leather satchel, the same one he brought to your first fan signing. Wow, it’s like he’s never even heard of colour.

“Hi.” You waved, grinning from ear to ear as you made your way over to him.

As you plopped your butt down on the leather seats, he pushed a cup of coffee towards you.

“You probably need it. You must be tired.”

Grabbing it, you thanked him before downing the whole cup in one go. Once you put the cup down, your eyes drifted back to him and his black face mask.

“No balaclava today?” You asked curiously, licking at the froth around your lips. He stared at you, eyes flicking down to your mouth before lifting back up. This was the first time you had seen his hair. It was fluffy, wavy, and a deep auburn shade.

“The barista would’ve thought I was trying to rob them.” His eyes crinkled.

You giggled thinking about it. But then, eyes focused back on his hair and the way it bounced when he laughed. You really really wanted to thread your fingers through it. It would be so soft and fluffy wouldn’t it?

König was no fool. He could see the way your eyes continuously kept going back to his head. As time passed and the two of you kept chatting, you were starting to get more and more obvious about it.

Eventually he just bit the bullet and asked you.

“Is there something wrong… with my hair?” He said, a confused but nervous look in his eyes.

Your eyes immediately widened and whatever you were about to say was stuck in your throat.

You laughed.

“No, no! Its just… It looks so soft.” A gentle smile appeared on your face.

König’s eyebrows rose a little before he averted his gaze.

“You can try… touching it.” His voice came out meek.

Oh god did he really just say that?

“Touching it?” You said, surprised and a little happy that he was starting to come out of his shell. However, while he may have been able to pick up on your incessant staring, the same cant be said for your tone of voice.

“Oh but, only if you want to, of course. Just a suggestion. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Forget that I asked.”

“No! I want to.” You adamantly nodded your head.

His eyes widened and he pursed his lips. He slowly leaned over, pushing his head towards you.

“Okay… here goes nothing.”

You giggled before placing your palm on his scalp, gently running your fingers through the thick locks.

“Its softer than I imagined.” You grinned.

His ears turned a light shade of red.

“Thank… you..” He said quietly.

“Its like petting my dog back home.”

“You have a dog?” His ears perked up.

“Wow, my biggest fan doesn’t know I have a dog? Tsk, tsk, tsk.” You teased, reviling in the embarrassed expression that appeared on König’s face.

“Oh I- I just-“ he stammered. How could he not know! What a horrible fan he was!

You laughed, calming his anxiety.

“Well, now you know.”

He smiled awkwardly back, making a mental note to add to your wikipedia page for the twenty seventh time and make an edit to the trivia section. But, you didnt have to know that.

“How about you? Have any pets?”

He looked to the side, thought for a moment before responding.

“I had a goldfish.. im not sure if that counts…”

You laughed again.

“Well? What was its name?”

“I called it Frankie, because I had a friend named that.”

“Oh really? Should i name my goldfish König then?” You snickered.

“I wouldn’t mind it..” he said, oblivious to your teasing.

You snicked once more. He was really fun to be around? This date was going so well… Date? This was a date? No way this was just a friendly hangout between two friends who are super friendly! This cant be a date no, no, no-

“Are you okay?” He interrupted your train of thought, quickly pulling you back down to reality.

“Oh- um.” You reddened, “i was just thinking… this isnt a date is it?”

He immediately turned a bright shade of red as well. Stuttering, he replied as calmly as he could. His leg shook even harder underneath the table, rhythmically banging against the underside and shaking your cup.

“Do you want it to be?” He couldnt bare to look at your reaction so he turned his head downwards, nervously fidgeting with his thumbs. When had he gotten so bold? What was he saying!? He was moving too fast. He was going to mess this up and-

“Yeah.” You smiled, in that charming upside down way where your eyes did the work while your mouth curved downwards.

He blushed even further, ears turning red as a bead of sweat dripped down his forehead. Oh for god sake, the two of you were in an air conditioned building.

He grinned wildly under his mask. Silence shrouded the two of you until he decided to pipe up again.

“You should come with me.”

“Come with you?”

“To a concert. Today. Now.”

You raised your eyebrows curiously. You weren’t aware of any concerts happening this week.

“Your idea of a date?”

He hummed in response, eliciting a grin from you.

“Let’s go.”

ty for reading!! this post took a while since i was procrastinating writing it 😭

[octopotto]

Some Yandere Deuce Spade Headcanons

OCTO NOTE: Okay after reading @dark-side-blog3 yandere headcanons about Deuce, I was inspired to write something for him lol.

Ig this can count for his birthday as well lol.

Warnings: NOT-PROOF READ, yandere, Out of Character madness, bullying, mentions of violence, Deuce is an absolute dickhead at the start lol, inaccurate because I’m writing this by memory.

Reader is ALWAYS Gender-Neutral!

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I couldn’t stop thinking about what would yandere! Deuce be like if you had met him PRIOR to the events of Twisted Wonderland. And how he would react to you also going to NRC as well.

I have no idea anyone else talked about this before, but imagine Deuce being a complete asshole, and you being the main target of his wrong-doings. Meaning Deuce doing ANYTHING to make your life a living hell.

Taking your lunch money, slapping your books out of your hands when you pass each other in the hallways, kicking the back of your ankle in gym class, causing you to fall down and making a fool of yourself in front of everyone.

Hell, he probably almost ran you over with his stupid blastcycle with his lackeys.

All that torment, all that humiliation you had to endure.

And it’s because Deuce wasn’t able to express his feelings towards you correctly. 

This stupid motherfucker thought the statement: “The more you hurt them, the more they’ll like you” was actually legit.

But eventually, you graduated middle school. It was like the weight on your shoulders disappeared. Because you’ll be moving far, far away from your hometown for secondary school. You’ll be attending Night Raven College, a prestigious school you got accepted in due to your hard work. 

A brand new start. 

Meaning no more bullying, no more suffering, no more head being stuck inside of a toilet bowl. 

And no more stupid Deuce Spade and his stupid lackeys with their stupid blastcycles.

No way he could’ve gotten accepted into a school like NRC.

You thanked whoever was watching you. You couldn’t wait to leave.

oof rip reader lol

Fast forward a few months later. You arrived at NRC and waited to be sorted into your dorm.

You’re so excited! New people meaning new friends! Not people who wanted to hurt you.

While waiting for the sort-ment, you couldn’t help but feel like someone was intensely staring at the back of your head.

And that feeling was right because when you turned around to check, you were met with dark blue eyes looking directly at you. 

You kept staring at each other for a moment before the person tensed up and looked quickly away after.

You raised your eyebrow. You bring your hand up to the back of your head. Was there something wrong?

You weren’t able to see the face of the person due to the large hood blocking the way. But then you paid no mind after a second, turning back around to the front.

Once Deuce saw you looked away from the corner of his eye, he then turned back to look at you again.

As soon as he saw the back of your head, it felt like the world stopped for a moment.

It’s you! It’s really you!

Oh how he wanted to approach you. How he wanted to apologize for everything he put you through, he wanted to tell you that he realized how much of an asshole he was, how he wanted to ask you so bad to be his friend, how he wanted to express everything he felt for you, how in the future—he hoped that you both could be more than just schoolmates.

Even when you caught him, he couldn’t help but keep staring at you. Oh how he missed you beautiful eyes. Thank goodness you decided not to put on your hood right now, or else he wouldn't been able to tell that was you!

How could he have ever hurt you? You’re absolutely adorable, you’re just incredible in general .

You even got into the same school as him! It was a surprise that he got in, but it wasn’t a surprise to see that you got accepted as well. He knew how smart you were.

I mean— you did all of his assignments…in middle school…after threatening to beat you up if you didn’t.

Deuce wanted to smack his forehead until there was a dent in it.

God, he has to say sorry to you. He did try to apologize before leaving for NRC, multiple times actually. But as soon as he reached the door of your house, he couldn’t help but freeze. He got scared and ran off.

But when he finally got the courage to say sorry, you already left for school. 

He was so depressed after that day. 

All he wants now is to become a better person! He wants to erase his entire delinquent past for the sake of his mother. Especially after overhearing his mothers conversation with his grandmother.

And that’s a promise he swore to!

And now since you're also attending NRC, that promise is locked in since you’re here with him. He now has all the time in the world to prove to you that he's a changed person now. He'll make sure not to screw up this time.

OCTO NOTE: You have no idea how long it took to find a Deuce GIF that didn't have Ace and Grim in it lmaoooo.

I might expand on this if anyone wants me to. But it would have to be after I release a few more fics I wanted to do.

Thank you!

[witchie-writings]

ALRIGHT. I hope you don’t mind me requesting human ones since I don’t really have any scenario ideas for a cybertron partner..But bayverse megatron with a human pet that likes to sing and dance to pass time? (Since I doubt there’s much anything to do when held captive by Megatron lol)

Definitely an interesting scenario! Hopefully these headcanons suffice. C: (they're a little short, sorry about that! not proof-read.)

TW for abuse and all that, typical of Bayverse!Megatron

Being the captured pet of Bayverse!Megatron is its own punishment. The grueling agony of being nothing more than a source of sickening entertainment was, in itself, a tragic fate, but there was some enjoyment for themselves the human manages to scavenge - the art of music and dancing.

It allowed them to reign in their sanity from the brink of frigid shadows; whatever style or form of dance they chose allowed them to express their inner woes, sometimes followed up by lulled tunes of their own voice to go along their wispy serenade. They never dared present their craft to the warlord out of fear, however. It was a secret they kept close to their heart as it was the last bastion of sanity they had left, but it didn't take long for Megatron to find out about the hidden art. And honestly, he found his pet's antics amusing.

He wasn't swayed by the human's graceful and determined steps nor found their voice particularly pleasing, but he found a twinge of enjoyment watching his pet be unaware of his presence at first and thinking they were able to keep their "secret" under wraps. It made them look like a fool, trying to hide their passion from the crimson gaze of the infamous tyrant when he had knowledge of their acts and what they did behind the veil. 

Definitely would have them perform in public, no matter if it was uncomfortable for them or not (though he'd find a sadistic glee in them being consumed by dread because of the publicity). While they danced and sang, he'd probably have some of the Decepticons shoot at their feet or narrowly avoid stabbing the poor human with their digits - anything to get their heart pulsing and blood rushing through their body, tinting the canvas a rosy hue before it quickly bled into a light scarlet. Expect a lot of snarky and degrading comments as well, both from Megatron and those that he rules over. The human is practically a dancing monkey to them, and oh, how hilariously ridiculous they looked to them.

Now, this isn't strictly restricted to this ask, but should any Decepticon actually harm the human during their performances, Megatron does actually get pissed and terrifyingly quickly. Whatever mocking statement would die in his vocal cords and out comes a raging beast of fury and hatred; if there is one thing that the warlord despises, it's when someone else damages his property, especially one that is valuable as his human pet. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to find such an entertaining bag of flesh amongst billions of squirming insects? The human is a rarity! (And only Megatron alone is able to harm the fleshling, no one else)

The Decepticon that harmed his pet is swiftly dealt with, though it wasn't a particularly clean kill. Megatron has quite the sadistic imagination.

Other than public performances, on particularly boring days the warlord might have the human perform something more personal for him alone, but the mockery and danger would never cease here. If anything, it's more refined and precise, making the words sting and burn with a searing intensity to a point one could feel it upon their skin. Megatron's words would sink deep alongside his assaults - bruises here, a few cuts or gashes here, nothing too fatal, but enough to satisfy his own sickening fantasies and to relish in the suffering he inflicted upon his pet.

In short, being able to sing and dance might have made the human's life more of a hellscape than if they didn't possess the ability or hobby. They're placed on this bloody pedestal and make a fool out of themselves, all for the sake of the amusement of others. At least they're granted some form of protection, though I doubt it's any better.

[prouvaireafterdark]

I’m so curious to know, in Practical Ethics when did Daniel get the amulet with Armand’s initial and how did he react? Was it like a cute thing Armand thought of or more a kinky thing?

That's a great question! I might write a one shot about it and in the process of that the story might change, but I saw it as Armand trying to find a way to give Daniel some tangible proof that he belongs to him (in mostly a sentimental way, but also kind of a kinky way) and to celebrate their six month anniversary (which I now realize falls right around April 1st, which is an unfortunate side effect of Armand considering their anniversary to be Halloween, when they met and hooked up for the first time).

I think Armand may have toyed with the idea of getting him a legit leather collar, but that's not something Daniel can wear all the time and he wanted to make sure Daniel could have a reminder with him always, even--or especially--if Armand isn't around. I think he passed by a jewelry shop one day and got the idea to have something custom ordered for him

As far as Daniel's reaction goes... well, it was apparently April Fools' Day, so I think there was some initial confusion, for both of them since Daniel didn't know Armand was counting their anniversary from Halloween and I don't think Armand has any idea what the fuck April Fools' Day is and didn't understand why Daniel was suspicious of him. When Daniel realized that Armand was being sincere, I think he was incredibly touched by the gesture and felt like kind of an asshole for ruining the moment and probably ended up riding him on the couch to make it up to him

EDIT BC I'M VERY BAD AT MATH: it's April 30th/May 1st, not April 1st. So I think he was still confused about the date/reason for the gift, but it wasn't like. hilarious levels of misunderstandings

[davy-zeppeli]

The Nesmith siblings discovering Matthew the ((not really)) prairie chicken?

Behold, a short story that is a bit disjointed but it's the thought that counts. I wrote this in 3 separate sessions and you can tell (one of which being my commute home from work via tram). If you see typos, no you don't.

“D’ya think ma will yell at us?”

“Probably. S’your fault anyway.”

“It ain’t my fault! You’re the one who said it was a good idea!”

“Yeah, but you didn’t say it wasn’t.”

Two squeaky and frustrated voices echoed down the forest path, bickering amongst one another and trying desperately to pass the blame back and forth until it got motion sickness and decided to take the day off. In theory, their plan was solid - excellent, Mike had called it - and practically infallible to the two of them: running away from home to start a new civilisation in the wild and become primal warriors seemed like the only thing that was right in the world at the time. Mike had already planned out how he was going to hunt and start up his own crafting business that he’d commit to for the rest of his days, and Michelle had created drawings for the different huts and shacks they planned to build. Although Mike’s ideas didn’t accommodate for other possibly important priorities, like eating and sleeping, and Michelle’s architectural endeavours ventured no further than crayon scribbles on some old wood behind the cottage, it seemed like the most amazing plan in the world. Running away from home sounded easy enough. How could they possibly fail?

What they hadn’t considered, it turns out, was pretty much everything else outside of the scope of their youthful imaginations.

Leaving their cottage was the easy bit - all they had to do was just… walk out. Their mother knew the two of them often ended up going on their own little adventures, Michelle more often than not coming back with more bumps and scrapes than she left with, and Mike returning looking extremely dazed - what exactly it was they did when they were out was a mystery, but it was evident they had an absolute blast doing it, so when they left to go out and ‘play’, no one really cared all too much. Together, the two of them marched down the dirt path of their home, picked a direction, and started walking.

…And walking.

…And walking.

… At least, that’s what it felt like to them. The reality was that after about twenty minutes or so, Mike started complaining he was cold, and Michelle tried to ignore how her feet were starting to ache a little bit. Despite that, they both continued marching towards their joint goal of independence and civilisation. 

Well, that was until the sun started to set.

Michelle was the first to show any hint of doubt in their surely fool-proof plan. When she asked Mike what he was going to hunt with, she was not filled with confidence when he said he didn’t know, ‘maybe a stick or somethin’ like that’. Passing through a few more fields, Mike asked Michelle if she knew how to make a shack, to which she responded with ‘not really, I thought it’d be easy enough to just figure it out’. Only when dusk started to rear its calm and eerie head did the two of them stop to think for a moment, reconsidering their once-stellar plan. A few rustling sounds from a nearby wood made Mike flinch, and Michelle felt uneasy at how quiet it was.

Just as the sun gave its final goodbye in the form of a bright orange light which lit the road with fiery hues, Michelle asked Mike if they should turn around. When their surroundings grew dim and grey, Mike grabbed Michelle’s hand and nodded nervously, and the two of them turned around, staying close to each other-

-Which left them in their current situation.

“Man, I don’t even know how to hunt,” mumbled Mike, evidently reflecting on the impeccable goal he’d set himself earlier. “Don’t even think I could bring myself to look at a rabbit wrong, never mind hurtin’ one.”

“Yeah, I don’t know if this was a good idea, Mikey,” Michelle sighed, listening to how painfully loud her footsteps sounded against the gravel in the silent passage they found themselves in. “I think I remember the way back, though. We’ll be fine.”

Mike nodded with uncertainty. “Yeah, ‘course.”

Almost as if it could smell their fear, a rather large bird chose that time to swoop down from a nearby tree and skim the tops of their heads, Michelle yelping and Mike instinctively pulling both of them down until they were huddled together on the floor. The bird squawked and flew into the distance, and Mike lifted his head to check the coast was clear. Nudging Michelle and pulling her up, he noticed she was crying.

“Aw, no, Mimi, don’t cry, it’s gonna be alright.”

“I ain’t cryin’, shut up,” she denied, although she didn’t let go of Mike’s hand. Quietly, the two of them started walking again, Mike keeping an eye out for any more unwelcome feathery guests.

As they approached a rather large and intimidating looking forest, they decided to have a break, Michelle reassuring Mike that they didn’t have too far to go.

“I remember that big evil lookin’ forest, I’d say we’re about ten minutes away,” she spoke with a new-found confidence, gesturing to the mass of trees ahead of them.

Sitting on a rock, Mike rubbed his eyes and yawned. “Mimi, are we silly?”

Michelle plopped herself next to Mike on the rock. “You’re silly - that don’t mean I’m silly,” she said, “but if you think I’m silly, then I guess I am.”

“What if we got eaten out here? Like some big monster came out and decided we were his food?” Mike whispered worriedly, picking at the skin on his arms.

“Now that’s silly. Y’know that there ain’t any monsters out here, Mikey,” Michelle explained, shaking her head before elbowing Mike, “besides, they’re all under your bed. I saw them.”

“W-what? D-don’t say that!”

“It’s true, I saw two werewolves tearing apart some kid under your bed ‘n’ eatin’ him for breakfast-”

Mike whimpered pathetically. “Stop it, no you didn’t!”

Michelle smirked. “Did too.”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Did not-”

An eerie hooting sound emerging from the woods cut the both of them off, their heads snapping around to the gathering of trees the sound originated from. It was silent again.

“Mike, what was that?”

“Shh,” Mike waved at Michelle, getting her to be quiet. Standing and putting himself between Michelle and the trees, Mike listened.

The sound came again - a low, wobbly hum, fading in and out almost like a pulse.

“There it is again! Mike, what is it?” Michelle hissed, scrambling from where she sat to stand next to Mike.

Squinting, Mike peered off into the trees. “Shh.”

“It sounds like another bird. I don’t wanna be dealin’ with any more birds, Mikey-”

“Mimi, shh.”

“It’s gonna swoop at me! I don’t-”

Michelle was silenced by Mike putting a hand over her mouth and shaking his head, fighting very hard to not flinch away in disgust when he felt her stick her tongue out and lick his hand.

 “Ew, don’t do that!” Mike whispered at her, frustratedly. He felt her laugh underneath his palm, and was about to shush her again when the hooting returned. The two of them fell into an uneasy silence, and shortly afterwards Mike started walking towards the sound. 

“Mike, what are you doing?” Michelle urged, worriedly.

Mike didn’t respond - instead he tip-toed to the edge of the forest and towards a large tree branch that had fallen to the ground. As he approached, the sound that had been growing gradually louder seemed to stop - not that it mattered, because Mike let out a little gasp as he caught a glimpse of its source.

“Mikey?” Michelle queried, intrigue in her tone.

“Mimi, it’s a weird lookin’ bird! C’mere ‘n’ look!” Mike waved Michelle over, and she cautiously approached, clinging to Mike’s arm as soon as she was close enough. “Looks like some kind of weird chicken.”

Michelle shrugged. “Looks more like a grouse to me.”

“How d’you know what a grouse looks like?” Mike asked, pulling a face at her.

“Saw a picture of one on the inn near the cottage - the innkeeper’s son told me last time me ‘n’ ma went to drop off some shoes.”

She saw Mike tilt his head in intrigue. “That the curly loud one who keeps wearin’ holes through all his boots?”

Michelle shook her head, keeping her vision focused on the bird in front of them. “Naw, grouses don’t wear boots - they don’t got hair either,” she spoke flatly, before gently pushing past Mike to kneel next to the animal. “Somethin’ ain’t right here - I think it’s hurt.”

Joining her in kneeling down, Mike observed the bird as well, checking where Michelle was gesturing. The bird definitely looked peculiar, and was most certainly out of place on the edge of a big creepy forest without a single farm in sight. Not that it would have explained much either way - Mike hadn’t seen a bird that looked like that before. It had brown feathers marbled with white, a short tail, and more feathers poking up from its head, but the most intriguing feature was the large orange patch on its neck that seemed to twitch and expand slightly every so often. Almost like it knew it had an audience, the bird began chirping quietly again, emitting a low hum. 

Mike furrowed his brow when he spotted a wound on its wing, sighing as he twisted his mouth in concern. “Poor thing. What happened to you, buddy?”

What Mike didn’t know was that the bird before him wasn’t just any bird. If, somehow, this bird could speak, it would have responded to Mike very bluntly, weakly admitting that it was not, in fact, a bird at all. It would have explained how it was once a fairly powerful wizard, at one point the sole owner of a magic pendant, and that it had only recently been cursed by a different wizard who was particularly unpleasant and rude. It would have elaborated further, explaining that the wizard wanted to use both of their powers and the pendant to assist him in controlling the world, but it refused. It would have then, very frustratedly, recalled being turned into a bird - a prairie chicken, to be precise - and discarded, left to fend for itself in the wild. It would have offered the explanation that the wound on its wing came about as a result of a close encounter with a pack of wolves. Once a wise and powerful being had been reduced into a pile of feathers, clucking and chattering on the side of a woodland path with no hope of ever returning to its original state.

There was a lot that both Mike and Michelle didn’t know about the little bird in front of them, including what kind of bird it actually was, but there was one thing they both knew:

If they left it alone, it was going to die.

As the bird let out a low chattering sound, Mike huffed, an indication his mind was made up. “Mimi, can I borrow your coat?”

-

Showing up at their front door in the middle of the night, dirty and hungry, went down exactly how you'd expect. Their mother was furious and had been worried sick about them, going as far as to rope some of the townsfolk into searching for them. As they were lectured for being so foolish, Mike hugged the coat he held in his arms close to his chest, the half-conscious bird wrapped in the garment remaining silent.

Again, this wasn't your standard bird - having experienced being an actual being for all of its life until recently, it was able to think rationally and opted to remain as quiet as possible as it listened to Mike and Michelle's mother scold them. It was hard to believe that she'd be upset at them for running away, but not be upset at them for bringing a half-dead chicken into their house that they found on the side of the road. For its own sake, the bird stayed silent.

The next bout of movement was rushed - Mike and Michelle, having been well and truly told off, sprinted into their room and took the bird with them, placing Michelle's coat down on the floor and unwrapping it from around the animal they'd rescued, although if you'd have asked the bird, it would have deemed it more of an opportunity than a rescue. Cooing quietly, the bird remained still as the two siblings looked down at it.

"I'll make it a bed, chickens like beds, right?" Mike asked, gathering up a few loose blankets from a nearby chest of drawers.

Michelle shrugged. "I guess so. Why'd you call it a chicken? It don't look like a chicken."

"Sure it does, it's small 'n' round, got a funny thing on its head," he reasoned, piling up the blankets at the foot of his bed inside a spare wooden crate that he'd set on its side. "Sounds like a chicken to me."

She looked at him for a moment, comprehending his reasoning. "Whatever."

Following that, Mike placed the bird into its new crate, taking extra care to not disturb its wing too much. Michelle left it some left-over bread and some water in a bowl, seeming to assume it would probably be fed like a dog. If you'd asked the bird what it thought at that moment, it would have said that the two kids who'd kindly 'rescued' it may be morons - but they were kind-hearted morons. The next morning, either Mike or Michelle left it some left-overs and water, cleaned its wing, and left to go about their day, visiting occasionally to check on it. Mike visited more frequently than Michelle did, but the bird got the feeling that Mike was more of the worrying kind in comparison to his sister. 

And so a routine was built up: the siblings would wake up, feed the bird, leave, and come back - then they would feed it again and let it sleep. It wasn't sure how much time had passed, but eventually the bird couldn't even remember what its name used to be. It felt sad about it, but chose not to dwell on it - it was alive and cared for, even if it was in the care of two literal children. 

When the two of them started calling it 'Matthew', the bird realised it had completely forgotten if it had been a boy or a girl. Despite that, hearing the two children bicker over it, calling it their own little name, made the bird feel oddly loved. 

"You can't feed him that!" Michelle objected, following Mike into their room.

"Why not? Food's food."

Michelle sat on the edge of her bed, shaking her head at Mike. "You're gonna feed the chicken a chicken leg? That just feels wrong."

"Dogs eat chicken don’t they? Mattie here's like a dog. He's eaten everythin' else we've fed him," Mike observed before placing the leg in front of the bird. "Here ya go Matthew, hope you like it."

As the bird pecked at the leg, it decided it liked the way these two idiots went about things - but more importantly, it decided that it liked the name Matthew. And so from that point on, he accepted the name as his own.

It wasn't long before their mother found out about their 'pet' - after food was slowly disappearing from their pantry, she grew suspicious they had some kind of vermin problem, but when she witnessed Mike smuggle some beef into his room, she decided to investigate. Needless to say, she wasn't too pleased, but agreed to let them keep him.

He wasn't sure when days merged into weeks, or when weeks into months, but suddenly Matthew was watching Mike come back from his first day work, and he saw Michelle tell Mike he needed to get his own room because they couldn't share now they were 'grown up' (and despite her reasoning, Matthew couldn't help but feel that either of them were particularly happy about the arrangement). Matthew still felt exactly the same as the day he was rescued, although now he had a healed wing and a bed that Mike had made himself out of some spare pieces of wood - although he actually ended up sleeping at the foot of Mike's bed on a regular basis. Matthew wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to fathom why these two children - now adults - cared so much about some bird. And every time Michelle came home frustrated, tears in her eyes, or Mike retreated to his room in one of his 'brooding' moods, Matthew found himself always cuddling in to them, trying to cheer them up, and wondered when exactly he had started caring so much about some kids.

His trust in the two of them was only cemented one day when Michelle wandered into the cottage, Mike and the innkeeper’s son following close behind her. Matthew clucked enthusiastically at them when they entered, earning him a wave from Mike. Michelle was too busy talking at about a hundred miles per hour to say hello, and was undoubtedly giving Mike and his friend a headache.

"I'm just sayin' I think y'all are lookin' too deeply into this. She don't like me like that! And I don't even know if I like her like that!" Closing the door behind them, Michelle sighed and sat at the kitchen table, head in her hands. Matthew hopped up to stand next to her head, cooing quietly.

The innkeeper’s son scratched his head. "Hey, uh, there's a bird on your table."

"Oh, that's Matthew. Don't mind him, Micky. You're alright, ain't you, Mattie?" Mike laughed, patting his friend - Micky - on the back.

Matthew simply chirped in response before pecking Michelle's head. She looked up at him and smiled tiredly before scratching his head. "Yeah, yeah, I see you. Hello to you too, Matthew."

"You guys talk to your bird?" Micky asked, bewildered.

Mike pouted at him and nudged his arm. "He ain't just a bird, he's family. Matthew Nesmith here's been with us for over ten years now."

Staring at him for a moment, Micky was evidently trying to connect some kinds of dots in his head. "Did you raise him yourself?"

"Naw, we found him on the side of a road - looks the exact same as the day we got him."

Micky blinked. "Dude, how is that thing still alive?"

"He ain't a thing, he's Matthew. Me 'n' Shelly here must be real good at lookin' after him - whaddya say, Mattie?" Mike nodded towards Matthew, smiling.

Matthew boomed in response, and the four of them settled down for the afternoon. It turned out that Michelle had ended up falling for a girl in her first week at her new job, and the other two were trying to be supportive. Well, Michelle wasn't admitting she liked her, but it was pretty clear to see it - almost as clear as it was to see the painfully adoring gazes Mike continued to shoot Micky's way when he thought he wasn't looking.

And so, the three of them bickered and Matthew clucked along, very much a part of the conversation and providing his two-cents as the unofficial third Nesmith sibling.

[drstdxtr]

2 idiots stuck in a cave, jokes ensue

Caesar and Joseph were currently trapped in one of Lisa Lisa's horrible traps again. It was dark and damp and musty.  They were stuck in this cave-like place,  with little food, light and space. The only food they had was the rations they were given that was supposed to last them for 48 hours. It had been well over 12 hours. The only light they had was coming up from way above them. Way above them. The only space they had was this small cave and the even smaller corridor going up. Much to the fear of Joseph, it looked like only one of them would be able to climb out at a time. To add onto the issues with the space the cave has a decent amount of stalactites with the occasional smaller stalagmite. To the left of the cave was an underground lake. It was relatively small but the rushing water did not help with Joseph's anxiety. 

Joseph looked over at his blonde lover. He seemed relatively calm and calculated. He also was noticeably in intense thought,  which Joseph admired. How he could think his way out of the worst things was admirable.  Joseph however, was not as calm or composed as the Italian sitting across from him. He was nervous and scared.  He tried not to show it though, for fear that Caesar would think of him to be tactless. He thought about what he could do but this was no Hell Climb Pillar. There was no oil to use Hamon on. From Joseph's point of view, there was really no way out of here. Has Lisa Lisa gone insane? Was she just trying to kill them? 

They hadn't been in there for as long as it seemed, with Joseph getting more restless and concerned by the passing hour. He was trying to format plans to no avail. Caesar seemed to notice this and carefully gave the brunette a brisk kiss on the cheek. “Look, mio caro, we’ll be fine. I’ll figure out a way to get us out of here.” Joseph swooned at the casual Italian pet name and his fears were temporarily halted. “How about this; since we’re stuck here and probably will still be in a while, we can joke around a bit.” Joseph perked up at that, he really did hate the drab, dark and dreary atmosphere this place provided. “I probably won’t be able to think of a solid fool proof plan if all I do is keep thinking after all.” Joseph nodded, it was important to take breaks. Even in situations like these. Okay maybe especially in situations like these. “You know,” Joseph started, fully prepared to get in the first laugh, “I’m quite grateful for you throwing out such a suggestion.” Caesar nodded, prepared to go on a rant before Joseph shushed him. Joseph then continued, “I mean, have you ever heard of a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety?” Caesar sighed, clearly not amused. “Have you ever heard of us?” Joseph was a little taken aback. He blushed and looked away. “Not fair, making things wholesome so quickly!” The brunette stuck his tongue out playfully at the blonde. Caesar just playfully rolls his eyes. His expression then turned serious, “You know it was a mistake for us to anger Lisa Lisa like that.”. Joseph nodded but was still in a playful mood. “A mistake we’re going to laugh about one day!” He said, trying to be enthusiastic as possible. Caesar deadpanned, “But not today.” Joseph kept roughly the same amount of enthusiasm “You’re right, today’s going to be a mess and so is tomorrow at this rate.” Caesar looked a little shocked. “You’re… right?” He seemed hesitant in asking such a thing, like he couldn’t believe Joseph said it. “That’s an unusual phrase for you tesoro. Did you just learn that?” Joseph playfully glared at Caesar and lightly shoved him, careful to not get him injured. All of a sudden, Joseph lit up. He had an idea. Now he just needed to convince his partner. “You love me, right Caesar?” The blonde being mentioned looked a little unnerved, before sighing. “Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation Joseph, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.” The brunette grinned a wicked grin, “I think I know a way of getting us out of here!” The blonde tilted his head slightly, confused. “And just how did you come up with that?” Joseph laughed and grinned more before revealing his plan. Even if it didn’t work, at least Joseph had Caesar. That was all that mattered for now. 

[doomdays]

it's not that tracy has a lot here for her, but the idea of moving and trying to adapt to a new place is still scary for her, too. there have been some days she wondered if it would be easier for her -- if she moved and things would magically be different. she'd get to start fresh, have a bunch of friends, make a new impression on people that wasn't just the quiet, weird girl. but the idea that nothing would really change, that she'd just fall deeper back into her shell made it all the more daunting, too. she wonders if that's what it's like for cassie -- if a fresh start sometimes feels necessary or freeing. a small smile tugs at her lips, shy again at the implication of her words, and she nods her head. ❝  i'm glad it's not always that bad. and--- i'm glad i could make it better, too. ❞ and she'll be here, for as long as cassie is, to be that friend for her, too. her brows furrow and she lets out a small scoff. ❝  i don't think you're talking about me, ❞ she mumbles. ❝  no one's ever considered me . . . cool. ❞ but if cassie does, then she'll never forget that. ❝  they do, ❞ she blurts, despite not having any real proof. ❝  i mean, if-- if you leave, then i would. i'd think about you fondly. ❞ and it would hurt, but she won't say that, too.

tracy is always curious about every one she sees or talks to, but it's rare that she has the opportunity to actually ask them about it, because she'd never start the conversation herself. cassie makes her feel comfortable, and she's given her the opening --- and she can stop anytime she wants, tracy will never push if cassie doesn't want to speak, but as long as she's entertaining tracy's inquiries, she's going to keep asking, because she genuinely does care about cassie. she smiles, nodding her head after a moment. ❝  i'm not good with the cold, either. i guess you've probably experienced a lot of different weather where you've gone. i've only ever been here. um, i have grandparents in wyoming--- but my dad, he doesn't really like to take me to see them. ❞ her mother would have, if she was still here -- and those two things seem to go hand in hand.

the attention on her now threatens to make her feel too exposed, but cassie holding the spotlight makes it a lot easier for tracy to accept. she only has to think about it for a moment. ❝  when i was little, my mom let me help her in her garden. we got to kind of, um, build it together. when she--- ❞ passed, the word caught in her throat and replaced by a pause before she goes on. ❝  i kept working on it. and i know i could start a new garden wherever i go, but-- there's so much of her there that i'd miss that the most, ❞ she says honestly, for the first time she's ever really put it into words.

she laughs again, it's quiet but it's full of a genuine joy that she rarely ever feels. ❝  i had the flexibility down. just not the coordination, i guess, ❞ she says, her smile brightening slightly. she believes cassie when she tells her she's amazing, because she thinks highly of her in every aspect, and maybe she has no interest in playing basketball herself, but she wants to see cassie do it, she wants to get to be proud of her in the process. ❝  amazing, ❞ she corrects, because she likes that answer better. ❝  i'll go to your next game. ❞ she'll have no one to sit with, she'll feel out of place, but it won't matter. it won't matter when she gets to watch her.

when cassie admits to being flustered, tracy is quick to look away, suddenly afraid that she's saying too much and maybe only making a fool of herself. maybe she'd gotten too comfortable, but she means everything she says, and she does want cassie to hear it. she seems like the kind of person who doesn't get to hear how pretty she is as often as she should, and all tracy wants to do is say it again and again. but she stops herself, eyes focused on her drawing for a moment as she clears her throat. ❝  sorry. i hope i'm not-- um, making you uncomfortable, ❞ she mutters. ❝  i guess it's just--- i just wanted you to know, ❞ she admits.

cassie wants to tell tracy, then, that it’s all just an elaborate act. she wants to chip away at her face until the mask falls into a loose clump on the ground, until just the flesh and bone are left for tracy to see (she doesn’t think that the other would be repulsed by it all– but how do you really know? how can you be sure that you won’t lose someone? friendships were tender things, vulnerable and fragile in the worst of ways). “ moving is scary, ” she admits. it is so close to honesty that it stings his tongue. she remembers that there had been a house, once. her sister sometimes whispered stories about it, casting into concrete details that only existed in abstract for cassie. a balcony, and a little reading nook, and sunshine around every corner. a bedroom for all of them, even cassie, who had been crawling out of the crib by then. the house was probably not real. everything was just stories to them. but maybe it could have been. maybe it still will be. “ but nothing is ever as bad as you think it’s gonna be. seriously, every time i move, i think, okay, this is going to be the worst thing ever. it never is, though. there’s always worse stuff. and sometimes i get to meet really cool people. ” her glance is pointed and warm. already, cassie is tucking her faith into the friendship between them, as dangerous as that might be.

“ some people seem to like me. only the really cool people, though. ” she thinks it has nothing to do with her personality and everything to do with her persistence. she digs her fingertips into people and presses and presses and presses (eventually, even the most stoic of people must yield to her: she likes to know that every wall can be broken down). “ but you’re really likable, too, you know. it’s like you’re not even trying. you just walk around with this cool energy all around you. ” cassie tries hard. she tries so hard, every single day, every single moment. “ it kind of does help. no one wants to be forgettable, do they? i just hope they think about me fondly… and that it doesn’t hurt. ”

tracy seems to want to press her fingertips into cassie, too. she’s busy asking her about what she misses and what she longs for: there’s an empty space inside of cassie. it is like a wound, but more comforting, more insistently soft. tracy’s hands are not trying to hurt her. they want to break her open in a way that lets them both survive the surgery. cassie lets the other see her scarred lungs, her bruised heart, her throbbing insides. “ i miss the sunshine. i end up walking around like a bloated corpse when we go anywhere cold. alaska was the worst. i don’t think my skin’s ever fully healed from that. ” she pinches at her own cheek, which is a milky sort of colour. california will hopefully fix the corpse - like aura she carries with her. “ i guess i haven’t ever stayed anywhere long enough to miss things, though. i’d like a home. i’d like a waitress to remember my order. what about you? if you left right now, what would you miss the most? ”

tracy’s laugh is almost beautiful. almost ugly. she likes that it exists somewhere between the two. like cassie. like everything cassie had ever been attracted to. “ gymnastics. that’s so intense. i don’t even think i could touch my toes until i was, like… fifteen. ” but she likes playing as part of a team, the feeling of being part of something that was bigger than just her. “ i’m amazing. okay, i’m fine. i did get off the bench in my first week, which i think is pretty impressive. ” not that beacon hills had a good basketball team, anyway, but still. little victories.

she has gotten distracted: glancing down, she begins to scratch her pen across the page again. “ gee, thanks. maybe i’ll go into the industry. i’ll tell everyone that you inspired me to. ” cassie already knows that she won’t become a model, though. clotho had read her future a thousand times. “ wow. you’re going to give me such an ego. i feel all flustered, you know? ”