#scout is definitely Ivy

[ericaportfolio]

Quick! Which of these poses represents members of Mortimer’s Handeemen Crew? I want to draw this!

[keanusbabydoll]

If you're taking requests, how about a daryl x reader with him hunting you through the woods. Y'know, the classic predator/prey thing. Maybe when he catches you, he uses his knife on you. Not to like seriously hurt the reader, but he knows she thinks he looks hot using a knife. Feel free to not write this if It makes you uncomfortable, though.

HIS PREY

a/n: anything for you guys!! i looove this one.<3

paring: daryl dixon x fem! reader

warnings: 18+ content, p in v, unprotected p in v, rough sex, dom!daryl, slight knife play, knife kink, daddy kink, age gap, fingering, slight edging, slight spanking, degrading, praising

wordcount: 2.2k

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it was a crisp morning when rick approached you and daryl, suggesting the two of you head out to scout for food. the group needed supplies, and he knew that daryl was the best hunter in the group—and that you, after months of being together, had become a skilled tracker in your own right.

it wasn’t the first time you were out alone and let’s say you were more than just excited.

being alone on a scavenger hunt with daryl always ended up with you getting your brains fucked out against a tree. and you couldn’t get enough of it. there would be no annoying rick or michonne who constantly interrupt you or ask daryl to guard at the gates. there, it was just the two of you.

as soon as you stepped into the woods the calming scent of damp earth and pine needles filled your nose. you looked to your right and found daryl adjusting his crossbow, his sharp blue eyes scanning the area for any walkers. hell, only the sight of him made you drool and hold yourself back to not jump on him. the way his muscles flexed and his shirt hugged his trained form so perfectly.

you needed him dearly, the forming wet spot in your panties only prove of it. and you definitely knew how to get what you want.

just as daryl seemed to have prepared everything you glanced over your shoulder with a smirk, arms folded over your chest. “you know daryl,” you teased, “if i wanted to hide out here, you’d never find me.”

he snorted softly, not looking at you. “that so?” you took a step closer, leaning into his space. “you’re good, dixon. but not that good. you’d be wandering around these woods all night.”

now you got his attention.

daryl’s lips twitched into a faint smirk as he finally turned to look at you, his eyes narrowing like he was already sizing you up.

underestimating daryl’s abilities? bad idea.

“you’re talkin’ a lotta shit for someone i could catch in under five minutes.” he stated, your words definitely affecting him. “prove it.” you challenged, your voice low and teasing. you could already feel your heart racing at what would happen next.

for a moment, he just stared at you, the weight of his predatory gaze making your breath hitch. then, without a word, he reached out and gripped your upper arm firmly, his expression shifting into something darker. “you better run, girl. clock’s tickin’.” your heart skipped a beat as soon as the words left his mouth and for a second, you hesitated, but the glint in his eyes told you he wasn’t kidding.

and you were fucking in for it.

you turned on your heels and bolted into the woods, the adrenaline kicking in almost instantly. the forest felt alive as you weaved through the trees and your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of excitement and something far more primal.

you eventually found a spot—a large tree covered in ivy. its wide trunk provided the perfect hiding place. carefully, to not make any sound, you knelt down and pressed your back against it, trying to catch your breath. you knew daryl well enough to know that he’d take his time, moving silently, stalking you like his prey. the thought of it sent shivers down your spine.

but honestly, you would’ve loved to hide somewhere really obvious only for him to find you after a minute. that’s how much you fucking craved this man. but then again, you knew that he would remind you forever that you were hiding this poorly. and the thrill of not knowing when he’d find you, got you even more excited.

the forest was eerily quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. but then, you heard it—a soft, deliberate footstep. your breath caught in your throat. he was close.

you leaned ever so slightly to peek around the tree, scanning the woods for any sign of him. nothing.

you let out a quiet sigh of relief, relaxing back against the tree.

big mistake.

in a flash, a strong hand gripped your arm, yanking you to your feet. you barely had time to yelp before your back was slammed against the rough bark of the tree harshly. daryl loomed over you, his chest heaving from the exertion of the chase, his piercing eyes locking into yours. without you even fully realizing it, he held his sharp knife against your throat— not enough to hurt you but still to show you who’s in charge.

“thought ya could hide from me, huh?” his voice was low and gravelly, dripping with dominance. your eyes drifted down to the blade against your throat, your heartbeat quickening. “guess i was wrong.” you whispered, finding his gaze again.

“stupid lil’ thing.” he murmured as he began to trace the tip of the blade along your jawline, down your throat and to your exposed collarbone— leaving soft white lines. you tried to stifle a moan but the undeniable tension and daryl’s dominance made this impossible.

and he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

given the fact how pathetically you were rubbing your thighs together to gain just a tiny bit of friction. “you’re such a lil’ slut, doll.” he growled as he let the knife wander down to your tits, his eyes following it closely. “only for you, daddy.” you quietly whimpered, batting your eyelashes at him.

“yeah?” he amusingly huffed out before he captured your lips in a heated kiss— rough and demanding. his free hand gripped your waist to pull you closer as you moaned into the kiss as you felt his hard cock pressing against your lower belly.

he ached for you just as much as you ached for him.

his blade once again nestled on your throat, this time pressing a little harder, knowing it would rile you up even more.

he pushed his tongue past your lips, claiming you as his as he devoured your sweet taste. your tongues fought for dominance but daryl obviously took the lead, not letting you win this battle. the hand that lingered on your waist now grabbed one of your tits, squeezing it harshly. in reply you just pressed yourself harder against him, wordlessly signing him that you longed for more.

you felt him smirk into your kiss and he slowly let his hand glide down your body, stopping at the edge of your jeans. “please, daddy.” you whimpered softly against his lips, staring up at him with the prettiest doe eyes you got.

“what d’ya want?” he teasingly asked, his fingers inching very slowly down your pants. “you, daddy! touch me please.” your plea made his dick twitch in anticipation, he always thought you were so hot when you begged. you impatiently pushed your hips toward his fingers- your cunt was burning for his touch.

“can’t say no now, can i?” he sarcastically retorted as he finally dipped his digits inside your panties. immediately, he began to rub your clit in slow, circular motions, eliciting a relieved sigh from you. again, he trailed his knife down your body before he put it back into its sheath. he expertly opened your jeans one-handed and pushed it with your panties below your ass, giving him more access. daryl almost lost it when he saw your glistening cunt on display.

“you’re fuckin’ drippin’.” he lowly rasped, sliding a finger down to your soaked entrance, wetting the tip of it. “just for you.” you mumbled, tangling your fingers in his hair. “good fuckin’ girl.”

in the blink of an eye he had two of his digits knuckle deep in your pussy, your wetness allowed him to slide in with ease. “ah- fuck!” you mewled, gripping his hair tighter. daryl pressed his lips to yours again as he began to pump his fingers in and out of your cunt in a steady pace, his other hand was back at your tit, groping it feverishly. jolts of pure pleasure crashed through your body as he suddenly curled his fingers and stimulated your sweet spot. “right there.” you squeaked, leaning your head back against the tree.

daryl only took this as a sign and thrusted his fingers faster and rougher inside of you, your walls instantly clamping down on him. he began to lick and suck on your neck, occasionally biting down on your hot flesh. the squelching sounds your pussy made got his dick even harder, needing to be inside of you.

you were a moaning mess, his fingers bringing you closer and closer to your high but then he suddenly pulled them out of you. “wha-“ you began but daryl interrupted you mid-sentence by gripping your waist and turning you around.

“can’t wait any longer.” he mumbled sharply as you heard him fiddling with his belt. with heavy breaths you stared over your shoulder and caught him unzipping his pants. hastily, he pulled down his boxers, making his fully erect cock spring free.

he pumped himself a few times, precum already dripping from the tip, before he stepped closer toward you.

daryl quickly guided his redend tip to your slick entrance, rubbing it up and down teasingly. “ready?” he whispered in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. you frantically nodded your head and when you finally felt him push into you, your world turned upside down.

there was no other feeling, than his cock stretching you painfully open, that could make you feel this euphoric.

with a rough thrust of his hips he bottomed out, his hips flush against your ass. a loud whimper escaped your throat, followed by strings of sinful moans. daryl’s head arched back at your tight walls wrapping around him so deliciously. “never gonna get tired of your tight lil’ pussy.” he growled, immediately starting off with a fast pace, not giving you any chance to get used to his size.

his hands gripped your hips tightly and he just increased his speed, making sure you could feel every inch of him. you yearned it, desperately trying to meet each thrust. “you’re so big, daddy.” you yelped, eyes rolling to the back of your skull at his bruising thrusts. “ya can take it.” he growled in reply.

the sound of your skin clapping together lingered in the air, only mushing your brains up. daryl pushed your legs apart and made you arch your back painfully, allowing the tip of his cock to brush exactly against that one spot, nestled deep inside of you, that made you go feral. your nails scraped harshly against the tree bark, eyes tightly closed. “you like that, huh?” he asked you breathlessly, “you like my cock stretching you open?” he pistoned into you like a man on a mission.

“yes! i love it!” you purred as he continued to fuck you straight into oblivion. “dirty whore.” daryl growled as he sent a harsh slap to your ass, receiving a high pitched moan from you. to add fuel to your pleasure, he reached around your middle and let his middle finger draw messy circles on your puffy clit. “god, daryl! don’t stop!” you cried out, feeling your orgasm slowly build up.

daryl himself was close to his high, hammering into your tight hole in an animalistic way. your knees began to buckle as he flicked his finger faster- determined to coax an orgasm out of you.

he knew exactly what you liked and how you liked it to get you to your release in an instant.

“gonna cum?” daryl whispered in your ear, kissing the spot just beneath it. “mhm, close.” you managed to let out—his dick was the only thing in you could really think of.

daryl rolled his hips even rougher and quicker than you thought was possible, his cock twitching uncontrollably- always a sign that he was on the verge of cumming. “‘m gonna cum.” he utterly growled through gritted teeth. the only thing that daryl wanted more than anything was to feel you gush all over his cock. “me too!” you whimpered pathetically, knowing that you will cum any second.

“now.” daryl commanded, using a second finger on your clit. “oh my fucking—” a scream tore from your throat, interrupting yourself with another yelp. you were sent straight to heaven as a powerful orgasm took over your whole body.

quick gasps left your mouth as you clutched on the tree in any way you could.

feeling you cum around him and your pussy clamping down on his shaft, daryl’s hips began to stutter as the contraction sent him over the edge with you.

he kept rubbing your now sensitive nub and slammed his hips a few more times against your ass before they sputtered to a stop. reluctantly, he pulled out of your pussy, a sharp hiss falling from your lips.

“was that enough prove?” he mocked you while smacking your ass.

“maybe.” you replied defiantly and pulled your jeans and panties up, still trying to catch your breath.

“you’ll never learn to shut that cheeky mouth of yours.” he stated irritatingly, adjusting his pants as well.

“nope.”

REQUESTS ARE OPENED <3

[edutainer2022]

Sending hugs and strength as always.

I’d love to know any thoughts you have about the Tracys as kids in the happy times. What do you think they got up to? Do you headcanon the farm / ranch / some other Kansas home? Or did Jeff and Lucy live somewhere more built up / accessible to NASA? What were the kids’ hobbies? What would a family day out have looked like?

Oh, @idontknowreallywhy, thank you for the ask! I actually tend to go hazy on the boys' childhood, because the way kids work is not my forte. In my heart of hearts, I see them as latchkey kids of nondescript rural/smalltown US. A meadow outside the backyard, long bus commutes to school. A kind of chaotic but tight and warm, fun, quirky world, reigned supreme by their mother. Think Gilmore Girls, but a single mother of three boys, initially. With Jeff space-cowboying it would be just her and the back to back eldest three for quite some time.

Also think The Sound of Music - she's the one with piano and art. And the horses. There were sing alongs and movie marathons, and board games, and junk snacks, and bake offs, and magic in that household. That's why I also think, much as Scott worships and seeks approval of a (always away) father, he was Mom's right hand and White Knight. Mom's champion and deputy in wrangling the younger brothers. There would, of course, be SHENANIGANS. Sometimes Mom Tracy would just discover zen of a boys mom and have a glass of red on hand.

Since we have Gran Roca, I also sometimes think Yellowstone. She's the one from old(er) Manifest Destiny ranching money. She knows how to get her hands dirty, but it's removed from Jeff's first generation off the farm experiences. She sees the help, but she's also used to having them around - hence the five kids without batting an eye, given Jeff's military/space career. That would quite organically convert into the boy's we know - humble, generous, approachable, but somewhat sheltered.

I also think that Jeff's soaring wealth, Mom's untimely demise and grief buried in work, would spell something like a Warton Academy. Maybe not a full on boarding school, but a posh prep school with Ivy League pipeline and uniform blazers with embroidered crests. At least for the elder three's high school stretch. That would also, probably, mean shifting base to a bigger city and a dramatic change of pace in the boys' routine.

The boys hobbies? Scott is obviously a Rescue Scout extraordinaire. He's never met a sport he wasn't good at. But I also think School Parliament, Speech and Debate, maybe ROTC (to fit a military stint with my understanding of the timeline). Scott is earmarked for leadership and high pressure operations early on. National Honors Society, hands down. Dad would never tolerate anything less than excellent and Scott intended to be EVERYTHING Dad was - including space track. Calculus may actually be his "nerdy guilty pleasure". I also absolutely don't see how Mom didn't teach him the piano first. It likely didn't go far, but he gets by at the keyboard.

Virgil is the music and arts kid, obviously. He probably followed Scott into many hobbies and clubs, originally, but his strengths and disposition are just so obviously different.

John loves school. The more school - the merrier. Coding, and astronomy, and physics. Languages on the side. Gifted program. The Big Bang Theory worthy combo of Supreme nerd-dom. I'd say music too - comes with the territory of good ear for languages. Sports by necessity - to keep up with the original Turbo Twosome, and to get space rated. He came to actually enjoy sports, on his own terms.

Come to think of it, the Elder Trio are a token comical display of the Prom King always flanked by two sidekicks, who embody the very definition of "geeky uncool". In hindsight, John is sometimes amazed that Scott actually ENJOYED hanging out with them and did so by choice. Still does so.

[kkaww]

Hello!! So here’s the thing, I have some plots and characters that I’m currently really craving. I’m not entirely sure where I should go with them so I’m going to just kinda ramble about them to the best of my ability and maybe someone will be interested! (Minors DNI!!!) Also the roles I’ll be playing are in bold!! :)

And if you are interested then please like this and I’ll message you!

1. Sugar baby X sugar daddy/friends with benefits (maybe even enemies with benefits??)

Muse a is a pretty, rich, snobby boy who’s so consumed in his social life and performing well in his Ivy League college that he just needs some sort of stress relief. So what’s better than paying off muse b to sleep with him? Muse a will 100% spoil this man as much as he possibly can while also making it abundantly clear that he will not get attached and that this is purely contractual. Muse b needs the money so really who is he to say no? Muse a can be a bit of a bully and might make muse b cry. He’s also rather possessive and will chase off anyone who lays their hands on his man… and then turn around and flirt with someone else. (Pleaseee share your big loser men that will sob while gladly being pushed around by someone like 2/3rds their size hehe)

2. Single father

Muse a is a single father to his adopted son. His husband passed a few years ago and he’s been a little reluctant to get back into the dating scene - and it’s not exactly easy when you have a teen who is a huge handful and takes up most of your attention. Not to mention he pours what’s left of himself in being the best teacher he can as well as coaching the local high school’s swim team. Also his son will definitely not make this easy, he will very might fight any man that gets close to his dad! Maybe muse b is the parent of a student, or another teacher, or really anything at all!!

3. Boy band

This one would involve each of us playing at least 2 members for the band. (Really I’m a huuuuge fan of playing multiple muses and especially getting into background characters and stuff!!). Talent scouts have been searching the country for four talented young men to start a new all-boys band, Ultraviolet! And our main muses are the lucky few chosen. Whether it’s from social media, exposure, etc they’ve all been personally hand-selected to make up this hot new band. They’ll have to work through this newfound fame while learning what it’s really like to be in the industry. It turns out that balancing adoring fans, paparazzi, a big new career, and a personal life isn’t exactly easy.

4. Human x angel

Muse a is a human with a bright future. He loved to read, he loves studying literature, and he dreams of eventually becoming a detective. However that is all derailed one night when he sees muse b - an angel. They say it’s incredibly dangerous for a human to see an angel in their true form; they’ll go crazy, lose their mind, and it can completely change a person. Muse a was already a very obsessive person, but now his sights are on this angel that he can never forget. He’s never been a religious man but he suddenly feels utterly devoted to muse b and would do anything for them.

5. Teachers / found family!!

Another bigger mumu/double up plot!! I don’t have a ton in mind for this one besides a group of teachers and all that good stuff hehe. They hang out sometimes and find family with each other! Maybe even love?? Think Abbot Elementary style.

[tarmac-rat]

6, 13, 17, 23 for Riley beloved!!

AH YES I SHALL THANK YOU!

6) Any flowers you associate with your OC?

Black-eyed Susans and Star Cacti! Black-eyed Susans are symbolic of survival, strength, and justice, and Star Cacti flowers represent resilience and endurance. Riley's personal favorite flower, however, is a California Gold Poppy.

13) Does your OC have a good relationship with their parents or no?

Riley had a consistently good relationship with her mother Ivy up until she split from the Bakkers when they dissolved into Snake Nation. Riley and Ivy were virtual copies of each other in appearance and personality and folks in the Bakkers used to call Riley "Lil' Ivy" as a joke when she was growing up and going through her training. They were consistently each other's partners on raids and Riley spent many years worshipping the ground her mother walked on, pretty much accepting that her path in life was going to lead to her inheriting her mother's position as head of the Bakker's scouts. When the clan dissolves (in part due to Raffen raiding and killing a good 80% of them in a surprise raid), Riley and Ivy have a huge 3-day fight regarding the Snakes and the pair of them don't talk for a good three years, only meeting back up well into a planned fix-it. They're very close overall, but with them being so similar in personality, it was inevitable that something as earth-shattering as that would cause them to be at odds with each other, especially since Riley basically saw it as her life as she'd known it ending. Riley never knew her father-- a smuggler on the Texas-Mexico-New Mexico territories named Felix Moreno-- growing up and only encountered him after actively seeking him out in 2080 when she was around 27. Felix and Riley are about as opposite you can get in terms of personality; he's very theatrical, easygoing, quick to trust, something of a wisecracker, and does not know how to keep his mouth shut when he probably should, so Riley was naturally going to not really get along that easily with him right off the bat. They warm up to each other after a while, but Riley doesn't really ever take to Felix in the way she took to Ivy, though she definitely does like having him in her life.

17) Does your OC have a pet?

Johnny Nibbles! Nibbles is a male in my canon and Riley's first ever real pet. She never really intended to adopt him, she just kinda took him in for a night and gave him half a burrito and a pile of clothes to sleep in, but then the morning came and her bleeding heart couldn't bear to kick him out. She's pretty careful about NOT letting people see him, though, since she doesn't have the money to pay a $40k penalty if someone realizes she has a pet without a license, so when people are over she relegates the cat to the ammo room and hopes against hope that people don't want to check out her guns lol. Post-Temp, Johnny and Nibbles go through some...ups and downs together, but he eventually does hold onto the cat and lets him stay in the apartment at West Wind Estates. The closest thing she ever had to a pet growing up was this one time her brother caught a king snake when they were eight and they kept it in a plastic tub and fed it scop-SPAM for a week. Ivy was NOT jazzed when she found out lol, and they were forced to release it back into the wild. Riley wanted to name it Wiggles but Kai named it Sammy (after Samurai, go figure) and because he caught it, his choice won out.

23) Is your OC religious and what religion? If it’s a fictional religion for your story please give a summary of the core teachings of their faith?

Riley isn't religious at all. The closest thing to a religious belief she subscribes to is belief in the cycle of karma and that every wrong will eventually be righted by the universe/a higher power, but there isn't an organized religion she herself belongs to. Riley didn't even realize how widespread religions in the NUS even were until she moved to Night City and started living with the very Catholic Welles family.

Thank you again for asking!

[fortjester]

okay let’s see here fic titles:

an ode to pizza

Battery

that one cup in my bathroom that looks like a bubble(it’s really cool)

squeeze

crimes

some of these have spoilers for gtn and/or htn, so reader's discretion! (thanks for sending so many, lol. got my brain moving)

an ode to pizza short modern setting oneshot, starring Ortus as he struggles w writers block and bemoans it to anyone who will listen (and also anyone who won’t), including the single employee behind the counter at a local, late-night pizza joint. the employee (Nonius, bc come on, who else was it gonna be?), tired but generally pretty pleasant, advises him to start small and not pressure himself into writing some colossal work, and suggests he start by writing abt something good that’s happened recently. Ortus instead becomes infatuated w the employee + validated by Nonius asking for updates on his writing, which does in the end actually solve his writer’s block. Only problem is that he can’t show Nonius any of his work, since it’s all abt him…

Battery Can’t think of anything particularly interesting to fit w this prompt (that i’m not actually planning on writing) so i’m going to extrapolate on a different definition of this word instead… women’s baseball team au; can either be modern setting or 40’s America, idc. Harrow’s no fuckin good at running and not particularly talented at batting but she’s got a mean pitching arm and an eye for catching batsmen out; Gideon’s got her sights on transferring to bigger league opportunities, as soon as she can catch a talent scouts eye with her awesome batting skills and get out of this dead end town. When Gideon finally does get poached, Harrow insists on being taken along, blackmailing Gideon into arguing her case; thus begins a tenuous alliance between the two as they get hustled into a ragtag women’s baseball league filled with similarly ambitious and equally skilled players from all over the place. Yes I am just pitching (ha) a TLTxLOTO fusion and idc if you don’t like it. Give me sapphic baseball content or give me death. Also just imagine w me Gideon coaching Harrow thru batting a lá holding the sword for her in ch37 gtn. beautiful, no?

that one cup in my bathroom that looks like a bubble (it’s really cool) Post gtn - As it turns out, getting rid of the part of her that can perceive Gideon means that whatever hole she tosses Gideon into is the same hole part of her own soul goes into. Harrow and Gideon’s fractured soul fragments have to navigate the labyrinth of Harrow’s own broken mind without getting caught, clotheslined into the well of her lobotomised brain and drowned, all the while not resorting to soul-on-soul violence or abandoning each other. Idk whether this is a pan’s labyrinth situation or a river bubble one or what, i just like the idea of gideon still having a harrow to seethe at.

squeeze Post-htn - Harrow wakes up in Gideon’s body and vice versa, and they individually decide to masquerade as each other until they can swap back. This goes about as well as you’d imagine, but they still give it a red hot go, and try to convince anyone who discovers the truth to get in on it and help them. Probably a crackfic if i’m honest.

crimes Hot Sauce, Honesty, Beautiful Ruby, Born in the Morning, and Kevin, herald Nona w their many illegal triumphs pre-knowing her, and beg her for one in return. Think that one episode of Batman the animated series where the joker, two-face, poison ivy, and killer croc are at a poker game telling their Almost Gottim’ story, but they’re no-good delinquent tweens talking abt their best cons instead.

(still doin the ask game if anyone wants to send anymore fic titles)

[letshaveadepressionparty]

Tagged by @jervis-tetch-my-beloved (ily Cass <3)

Main ship: uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh idk, I don't think I have one?? Or well it changes depending on what I'm more into at the moment, I suppose right now it would be Hattercrow (Scarecrow x Mad Hatter, not Gotham's versions tho)

Main OT3: it's the same as the main ship, it changes, right now it's Scarecrow x Mad Hatter x Riddler....for reasons....

Main NOTP: I honestly can't think of any right now, I mean there's definitely some ships that I don't like out there, but I guess I don't bother thinking about them much

Main Crackship: Harvis (Harvey Bullock x Jervis Tetch, Gotham versions) listen....it's a long story

Old ship you cling dearly to: Reddie (Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak from IT), Cherik (Professor X x Magneto) and Nygmobblepot (Riddler x Penguin) they mean a lot to me ok??

Ship you hated first but are ok with now: Riddlecat (Catwoman x Riddler) I guess, it's not like I hated it, but I didn't like it, then because of fanart I've seen and some instances in canon where their interactions are very cute, I grew a bit fond of them, they are sweet together

Crossover ship: right now I don't think I have any?? But back in the day I was really into Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons, so yeah I really liked Jack Frost x Elsa and Hiccup x Merida

Biggest Polycule: Spy x Medic x Heavy x Engie x Sniper x Demo x Soldier from TF2, just 7 dads and their 2 children (Scout and Pyro)

Smallest Polycule: Trephacard (Trevor x Sypha x Alucard from the Castlevania series on Netflix), technically this would be another ot3, but eh, anyway I love them your honour they are everything to me

Crackship that became a serious ship: duck x red guy from Don't Hug Me I'm Scared, no I'm not going to explain

Ship that other people ship in a different way than how you ship it: Riddlebat (Riddler x Batman) because idk the only way I see this ship is with Riddler having a big crush on Batman, but Batman not being interested in him at all, at least not interested romantically, I just can't see him reciprocating Riddler's feelings and them being an actual couple, friends tho? Sure!

Most problematic ship: 2doc (2-D x Murdoc from Gorillaz) 100%

Most "normal" ship: probably Serirei (Serizawa x Reigen from Mob Psycho 100)

Most popular ship: uhhh either Harlivy (Harley Quinn x Poison Ivy) or Thoschei/Best Enemies (The Doctor x The Master from Doctor Who) I think????????

The one ship you don't even know why you ship it: Boomer (Dr. Bubby x Dr. Coomer from HLVRAI), I mean their old man love and quarrels got to me, but I never expected to get so attached to them

[ashton-ryder]

Despite his words of trying to make things better, it definitely did not feel like he did, seeing the expression change and her sitting in her own thoughts more so than the conversation between them. "I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have said anything," Ashton lightly sighed, this is why he shouldn't ever be part the welcome wagon, even Ivy probably does a better job than he would. He'd maybe be great at scaring people off if they ever need to.

"Yeah- of course, send him my regards," he let her be on her way, taking enough of her time already with the initial intent to enquire about the children's needs. "Thanks again--" Ashton tried to say but she slipped past him before he could finish, "..for your help." Mumbling the rest of it, lightly blaming himself for how it ended, he really should just keep the serious talks within the Scouts HQ instead of scaring people off. Ashton stood in the room alone, loudly sighing before doing what he can do to make it better - actually get to work on making sure every bad scenario he's thought about, doesn't happen.

-Fin-

A majority of the clients Hannah worked with had been products of their difficult home lives. Abuse, neglect, and generational trauma that made it virtually impossible for them to end up anywhere other than where they had--institutionalized in some form or another. Hannah had understood that in that setting the topic of family was one that needed to be handled with tact.

To realize that their world had become so devastated by carnage and loss that Hannah would have to tip toe around conversations about loved ones with the same sensitivity was sobering. She could only offer a brief smile at the mention of being reunited safely with her daughter; the thought of so many other mothers and children never having the same privileged weighing heavy on her mind.

She had to take a practiced breath to quell the anxiety that had begun rising within her. Hannah tried to listen to Ashton and take some assurance from the confidence he projected with them but it was hard to stop a train that had already left the station. She needed Lady's reassuring touch and her hand ached with the phantom touch of a wet nose against her open palm. "Right, okay.."

Hannah tried not to think about the fact that so many of the building's protectors had been injured in the rescue attempt and how the entire thing had felt so close to failing. Her mind was swirling with thoughts and there was little chance she'd been any good socially until she calmed. Hannah fixed a friendly smile on her face to hide the discomfort she felt. "I should go check on Roman. You saw how rough he looked." She used the excuse to dismiss herself and slip past Ashton.

[pyode-luar-ke]

Can we get a yautja and a reader with dental braces?

teething problems | gn!yautja x gn!reader

A/N: everyone please just assume that the yautja in this story is like hyper-new to earth, like a first time scout or something, bc i know realistically there’d be no way a yautja wouldn’t know anything about braces 💀 they’ve studied humanity for like centuries or whatever, they’ve gotta know more about us that we do at this point lol

also, the “sand fish” thingies? made em up. think of a sea squirt.

enjoy!

summary: who knew that having braces could be kinda fun?

word count: 895

content: 18+, gn!reader, gn!yautja, pre-relationship, discussions of dentistry, arguing, warming up to each other, play fighting, my attempt at comedic writing

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"So they are purely corrective?" Your alien... visitor asks, and you once again bat their clawed paw away from your mouth. They click, mandibles quivering in a manner you've come to learn as: Amusement. The ass.

For whatever reason, they've found your braces to be incredibly intriguing.

"Yeah, I guess. I certainly don't wear them for comfort." You laugh dryly, swatting away their paw once more before focusing on your work. Lately, they’ve been much more grabby, a far cry from when you first interacted with them when they wouldn’t even breathe near you for fear of contracting some “ooman virus”. 

Whatever. Two could play that game. You avoided them like the plague— saying they had Space Yautja Flu— until they inevitably stopped being ridiculous.

Now they’re touchy and frequently invade your personal space. Recently the fascination has become your mouth. Double-edged sword, you suppose.

"Such an archaic form of medicine." The Yautja snorts, crossing their arms over their chest. They shake their head, pitying, "Yautja technology would remedy your teeth in a matter of minutes.”

"Well, it's too bad we don't have that, do we?" You snap, and it definitely strikes a nerve in your companion, because they literally roar at you— Mandibles flaring, ivy green tresses raising, and all. You flinch, even though you don’t mean to. Yautja get nasty when you show weakness. They back off with a low growl.

The only reason, really, that you are currently harboring a Yautja in your dining room as you try to type up a report for your boss is because their ship got stolen. A huge embarrassment for them. Maybe they shouldn’t have landed it in fucking Yosemite. 

“Sorry, geez.” You mutter, clacking a bit harder at the keys of your laptop. It’s not your fault that Big Brother seized their ship, but it is a sore subject for them. You feel a bit bad. Shouldn’t’ve used that jab.

The Yautja says nothing for a long enough time that you nearly completely focus on your report again. Only the clock on the wall ticks, your keys clicking, and some light shuffling from the Yautja makes any noise. It’s peaceful— A rarity these days.

Halfway through the analysis section, you hear a door open somewhere in the house, followed by lumbering footsteps. Confused, you look to see that the Yautja had abandoned their spot next to you. Before you can call out, you hear a clatter quickly accompanied by a trill that tapers into rapid clicking.

“What the Hell are you doing?” You shout and the heavy footsteps fall closer and closer until the Yautja comes barreling around the corner. You jump when they leap next to you, their tresses swing wildly. Their green eyes are wide and bright, and their tusked jaws click together.

“What is this?” They ask, seemingly breathless, and you can barely process the question through their excitement before they thrust an object in your face. You have to stare down the bridge of your nose, and recognize the white metal contraption immediately.

“... My Waterpik?” You ask slowly, a quizzical look crossing your face as you stare at the device you use to clean up sometimes if the toothbrush or flossing missed some spots.

“The device plays like sand fish!” The Yautja exclaims, and they make that drawling, warbled trilling noise again, and it’s so strange, but you can’t help but smile. It must be the Yautja equivalent to laughing— to expressing joy. You tilt your head and ask, “Sand fish?”

“From childhood. As pups, we hunted the sand fish at Yautja Prime riverbanks, and when you grabbed them, they would squirt water at your eyes! Then we fileted and ate them. Very fun, very tasty.” The Yautja clicks so rapidly that you almost can’t follow what they say, but then they decide to make a case in point.

Before you can stop them, they’ve clicked and aimed the Waterpik at you, and the tiny jet stream of water hits you smack dab on the center of your forehead. You yelp, shielding your face with your arms only to get hit on the cheek and then on your side.

“Stop!” You can’t help but shriek in laughter, scrambling up from your chair to try and flee the unrelenting spurts of water. Big misstep. Yautja are hunters. You make it three steps— not even past the dining room table— until you’re seized by the arm. The large hand with its sharp claws wrap firm around your forearm, and your visitor all but pulls you back to them.

It’s a very... compromising position. The Yautja holds you against their body, their very toned thighs below your legs, your head against their chest. You look up at them, they look down at you. Your cheeks start to feel warm. They click their tusks together, and you catch sight of the forked tongue behind their secondary row of sharp teeth.

Then they start to purr. Then their mandibles relax, spreading wide and pink. 

For a second, you expect the evening to take a very different turn...

... Which is then ruined when they spray you with the Waterpik, directly in your eyes. You shriek, closing your eyes, your hands blindly swatting at the Yautja’s reptilian-esque hide.

They take the opportunity to stick their clawed fingers in your mouth, victoriously trilling.

The fascination is lost on you.

[rainbowchaox]

Monster of the week rancher au part 4: small things that make me happy.

1. The first time Tango makes Jimmy a bouquet was made of Poison Ivy. He is trying his best. Yes Jimmy grabbed it and now has to deal with his hands being itchy for the day or so

2. Impulses shitty van is the Nokia of cars. It can handle being throw like every weekend by the monster of the week but has the worst engine. Type of car that is on its last legs engine wise.

3. Jimmy and Grian Great Grandma used to be a moonshiner back in the day. And whenever they visit her she always said back in my day but like wack stuff. Ex: “Back in my day we would sunk you in the lake”

4. Jimmy is a western/cowboy nerd. So much that his dnd character he plays in his friend’s campaign is a cowboy. Has a whole ass collection of Clint Eastwood Movies.

5. Tango loves those wack conspiracy and alien/monster documentary. Solely to laugh at it because it’s always so off. Yes he watches documentaries about himself as well.

6. Tango has actual beef with the Mothman. Yes mothman exists in this au and tango is no brain just punch whenever he sees the mothman.

7. Jimmy has to keep a ladder in Impulses van because Tango gets stuck on the roofs of buildings so often.

8. Jimmy is a Eagle Scout and is lowkey bullied by the younger Boy Scouts. But at the same time the small kids will beat up others for their weird teen.

9. Jimmy is definitely a flannel bisexual. He always is wearing some sort of flannel overtop.

10. Jimmy mom always wins the community baking competition with her special Apple pies. No one knows her secret why they taste so good.

11. Tango has gotten his hand stuck in a Pringle can. Jimmy had to olive oil it out for him.

12. Scar has wore a overcoat and was like “Whata ya buyin” but instead it’s like potions and crystals. The teachers thinks he is selling drugs tho.

13. When Tango is really happy his purrs are so loud it shakes the room he is in like a earthquake.

14. Tango loves to be fully human but when only Grian is looking at him (especially when he’s over at their place for dinner) loves to show off slight monstrous traits. Like blinking with a second eye lid or smiling with way too much teeth.

15. Jimmy does know how to hunt but boy it took him forever for him to get a squirrel to present to Tango as a token of his affection. He is trying his best to monster flirt.

16. Tango because he doesn’t know how to human flirt does present dead animals usually deer to Jimmy as a way to flirt.

17. Tango is surprisingly rich af. It’s just he had no concept of money before meeting Jimmy and his human friends. He stole so much from campers and hikers.

18. Tango got manipulated into joining journalism once he went to the school as a student. And everyone in said journalism class is wanting to do a piece on him as the red stalker. But no one believes he is the red stalker even when he plainly admits that fact.

19. The fact is the one high vampire that can infect others in town is literally decades worth in debt and lives in the attic of his shitty tourist plus secret pawn shop trap. (Vampire Scott my beloved)

20. Tango doesn’t pass the mirror test. He sees his reflection he thinks it’s someone else. On his bad days he may try attacking the stranger. Tango is a feral good boy. But I never said he was smart.

[leorawright]

Maaaaay I request mercs with a S/O who is a botanist? Lmao during combat instead of weapons they summon plants like Ivy from the DC comics, lol but they look more like the chomp plants from mario hell they even give the mercs a mini chomp plant in a pot to keep them company their class name is literally "The Gardener" as they spend their free time outside tending to the different flowers out on the entrance to the base

P.S they have a green house that's next to the medbay called the "apothecary" where they have "Natural remedies" for upset stomachs or mild colds

Bro that's so cool!

Mercs with s/o who can summon plants

Scout

He'll sometimes stop whatever he was doing to watch you fight

He can't help it you're just to cool not to watch

He adores the way you make little flowers blow alongside the chaos that is the battlefield

Scout will also go to your greenhouse just to hang out with you

Soldier

He was skeptical about your fighting style until he saw you summon a Venus fly trap that swallowed your opponent

He'd definitely love it if you got him a mini chomp plant

He'll also praise your greenhouse since Medic doesn't really do little things like that

Demoman

He loves seeing people just get swallowed by your plants he thinks it's hilarious

He's also extremely careful if you give him a plant to keep all his bombs away from it so he doesn't hurt it

Demo often has hangovers so he's almost always in your greenhouse (definitely not because he wants to hang out with you)

Pyro

They'll love you forever if you get them a mini chomp plant

They adore all your plants and refuse to use they're flamethrower anywhere near them out of fest they'll accidentally burn your plants

They do often go to your greenhouse simply to hang out with you and smell the plants

Heavy

He's quiet intrigued by your plants

He's probably one of the best at taking care of a plant if you give it to him

He'll often come to your greenhouse when he's stressed because the smell from the plants helps calm him

Medic

He finds it absolutely delightful when you swallow someone with your plants

He'd adore a plant from you and will do everything in his power to keep it alive

He's also thankful for your greenhouse that way he doesn't have to deal with the small things and can focus on watching your plant doctor things

Sniper

He'll get super flustered if you propel yourself to his perch with your plants, give him a kiss, and leave

He'd definitely want a pitcher plant and he'd keep it alive for a long time

He likes your greenhouse when no one's there so he can hang out with you and your plants in peace

Spy

He has several plants scattered around his room from you that he's had for years

He doesn't keep any in his smoking room because he doesn't want the smoke the damage them

Spy often comes to your greenhouse to clear his lungs and his mind

[commander-hanji-zoe]

What would the vets name their boy/girl when they would have kids?

This took me far longer to write than it should have done... Apologies if it's a bit rubbish, I went for more ideas on the types of names they'd like, along with a brief suggestion for most. Would be interested to hear others take on this ^_^

Erwin would give his child a strong, Germanic name – something that would make his father proud even though he won’t say that out loud. Regardless of gender, Erwin would want his child to have a name that means something and that when said aloud elicits certain imagery. Perhaps a shorter name, but one that sounds bright and hopeful, not just strong and commanding. A few thoughts are Jürgen, Klaus, Ilse, Emma.  

Levi would name his child after family, if it’s a girl they’d be named Kuchel. A boy would have the middle name Kenny, but more likely for the first name to be after a friend or one of the Scouts that died fighting beside him. Isabel and Furlan are high contenders.

Hanji – they’d probably give their kid one of the names they’d given to a titan. Or name them after a medicinal plant, a planet or star. Perhaps some names would be Yarrow, Holly, Hazel, Jupiter, Sirius or Andromeda.

Nanaba – Is fond of traditional girls names, something pretty and that reminds her of spring like Rose, Lily, Primrose, Azalea.

Mike – He’s incredibly fond of old names that remind him of folk law and ancient stories, perhaps names that are linked somehow to earth and nature. Potential names would be Rowan, Niamh, Penelope, Finn and Phoenix.

Moblit -Maybe he’d name his kid after Hanji? But probably not, I think Moblit would think about it long and hard and need a lot of input from his partner. I don’t necessarily think he has a specific idea like some of the others do, it isn’t something that’s kept him awake at night or that he’s dreamt of. But I think he’d be fond of slightly more popular names. He wouldn’t want his child or children to be bullied so would want to avoid some of the more complex names. He loves names like Jack, George, Zoe (this also reminds him of Hanji) and Sally.

Petra – Petra would love names which are a blend of traditional meets slightly more quirky or unique takes. Perhaps a double barrelled first name or giving their child several middle names so they can choose which name they want to go by. Ivy-Rose is something she loves the sound of and Archie-James.

Oluo – Definitely would want to name his child partly after himself, not necessarily Oluo junior, but I think he’d want either his name or heritage to be reflected in the name. It sounds obvious too but maybe they’d be a reference to Levi as a middle name, not that he’d want anyone apart from his partner to know this. The sentimental part of Oluo may want to include Petra’s name somewhere.

Gunther – Gunther would want to name his child or children after relatives who were very important to him, perhaps parents or grandparents. But of course, this would only be with the consent and agreement of his partner, in the end the name would be a mix of both their heritage. A few names he’d be fond of include Ulla, Stefan, Hans and Evelyn.

Eld – Possibly the least concerned about the name of their child. It’s not that they don’t care because they absolutely do and they’d love for their child to have a beautiful name, a strong name, a name they could be proud of. But also they are more concerned that their child is happy and healthy, they are simply so excited to be having a child that the name hasn’t really crossed their mind. So they’re happy to allow their partner to make the decision or come up with suggestions and ask his input.

[cupcakesandtv]

So this is a little sneak peek of something. (I had to Google best swim programs for another fic and Princeton is the number three program and it’s probably coincidental but WHAT IF IT ISNT) Idk how long or short it’s gonna be but it’s what I’ve been working on so enjoy!

Paxton put his notebook down on the table next to Devi with a pop sound from his mouth and sat down. She had her glasses on and they were perched at the edge of her nose, like a librarian but somehow Paxton found it incredibly endearing. She was cute. She bumped her knee into his and looked over at him.

“How was the thing?” she asked, pulling the glasses off her face and shoving them in the pocket of her bookbag.

He was about to answer but he noticed the forgotten chili cheese fries next to her. ��Are you okay? You didn’t eat.”

Devi scrunched up her face and shrugged. “Dead dad moment came over me so I wasn’t feeling it. I’ll eat later.”

They’d come up with the shorthand of “dead dad moment” because sometimes that just happened to Devi. She got sad or nostalgic or upset and she either wanted to talk about it or she didn’t. If she wanted to talk, she’d say more. She wasn’t saying more so Paxton knew to leave it alone for now.

“I’ve got this list.” He handed it to Devi.

“What’s the context on the list?” Devi asked, tilting her head as she skimmed the paper.

“Coach and Ms. Warner put the list together of schools who were interested in me for swimming before I broke my arm.”

“Before Devi broke your arm,” Trent said, sitting across from them. Eleanor followed him and smacked the back of his head.

“She’s apologized like a thousand times, they were literally making out on your couch yesterday, I don’t think you have to remind them,” Eleanor explained while picking at Devi’s cold fries.

“We could make out on my couch, you know?” Trent waggled his eyebrows at Eleanor.

“Anyways, so the list,” Devi cut in. The Trent and Eleanor thing was an ever evolving kind of weird thing where Trent openly begged Eleanor to date him and Eleanor basked in the obsession, but didn’t really know how she felt about it.

“So it’s the school’s that wanted me, but canceled visits to scout me because of my arm, but told Ms. Warner they wanted to hear if I got my grades up.” Paxton shimmied his shoulders in an awkward little dance.

“What does that mean?”

“It means, if I email them with my current GPA and my most current swim times, and I really kiss some ass, like just make the email full of how much I wanna go to their school, they might send someone out to see me swim when we do the swim team trials in May.” Paxton pointed at the top of the list and Devi looked.

“Princeton? Is there another Princeton?” Devi asked, unsure.

“You don’t think I can get into Princeton?” Paxton looked offended.

“I didn’t know my Princeton had sports.”

“Every college has sports, Devi,” Aneesa replied, sitting down next to Trent.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” Paxton scoffed.

“There’s a lot of Ivys on this list,” Devi said, reading further down.

“It’s gonna start to hurt my feelings if you keep saying it like that, Vishwakumar.” Paxton was irritated.

“No, I think this is really cool, I just didn’t even know they had sports programs!”

Eleanor nodded her head. “She’s not fucking with you, she didn’t know that. The most she’s ever been interested in sports is when the NBA went to Disney World.”

“What about the Olympics? Surely you get excited about the Olympics? Everybody does?” Trent asked, concerned and definitely thinking of his favorite gymnast, Simone Biles. “They flip in the air and shit. Like so many times! Plus they’re wearing leotards, it’s fucking awesome!”

“Nah, never seen ‘em,” Devi answered while Paxton put his forehead on her shoulder and laughed.

“I can’t believe you’re the girl I picked,” Paxton said, coming up and kissing the side of Devi’s head. “Absolutely shocked every day that this works for me.”

Devi frowned and elbowed Paxton’s chest. “Stop making fun of me.”

“I’m not. Literally, I’m embarrassed by how into a girl who doesn’t even know sports exist I am.” Paxton shook his head. “It’s more like a self own but I don’t care. I love you.” Everyone at the table stopped and looked at Paxton, Devi parted her lips to say something but Paxton backtracked smoothly. “I love that you didn’t know Princeton had sports.”

The bell rang and saved Paxton anymore embarrassment.

“Alright, so tonight we start drafting kick ass emails to all these schools, right?” Devi asked, standing up and slinging her backpack over her shoulder.

“Right.”

--

Devi’s head was hanging off the side of her bed, her hair touching the ground, and noticing that there was a grease spot on the wall in the shape of a Bagel Bite. “Wonder when that got there?”

“When what got there?” Paxton asked from his spot on the floor, leaned against her bed, so their heads would have been perfect for a Spiderman upside down kiss reenactment if they weren’t in constant danger of Nalini walking into the room.

“Nothing.” Devi glanced at the laptop screen but was unable to read it because she was upside down. “So Fab is going to Stanford because they have a good robotics program, so you can mention that in your letter to them.”

“Oh, that explains why she texted me a bunch of information on that. I thought she was trying to get me to join the robot club or whatever,” he said, looking at the text on his phone. “I can see now it’s all about Stanford.”

Devi put her hand in Paxton’s hair and shook loose some of the curls from the gel he used to tame them.

“Stopppp,” he said, dragging it out.

“Hey, remember at lunch today when you told me about this project,” Devi asked, scratching at his scalp in what she hoped was a soothing way.

“Mmmmhmmm,” he said, tugging on her hair to try and get her to stop. She did, and moved to pull all her hair into a bun, still upside down off the bed. Devi finished and kissed his cheek before turning to sit up.

“You said you-” Devi started but Paxton cut her off.

“I was pretty excited about the list.” Paxton closed his laptop and stood up. “I gotta go, my mom is making fajitas tonight and if somebody isn’t home to hold the fire extinguisher, things can go south fast.”

He bolted out of the room so fast, Devi could hear her grandmother fretting about the floors being too slippery for him to run that fast in socks.

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#5

Phoenix Resistance - Book 2 Chapter 11

Lone Star Tavern, Whitechapel, London - March 16th, 1998, 2:03 PM

There was a heavy clunk as a tankard was slammed down onto the wooden table where Eleanor sat. Kaari Arcano slumped down into the chair next to her.

“You don’t strike me as someone who blindly obeys orders,” he stated, looking her up and down for a moment, sipping his ale.

“Well spotted. Get to the point.”

“So you wouldn’t mind doing something dangerous and explicitly against Devon’s orders?” He inquired but then reluctantly added, his eyes cast downwards, “I-uh, I need help.”

Eleanor seemed to think for a moment, her expression impossible to read, all emotion gone from her eyes.

“Alright. Where to?”

“Just like that? You’re Devon’s important secret weapon. You wouldn’t want to jeopardize your relationship with her, would you?”

“I didn’t ask to be pulled from that prison. In fact, you should have left me there to die.”

“But you can’t die.”

“Exactly,” she muttered as she stood up and made her way to the door. “Well, are you coming or not?”

Wilson Manor, London - March 16th, 1998, 2:35 PM

They stood in the street looking towards the ivy covered house with tiny white and yellow flower buds peeking out of the browns and greens of the flower beds. Kaari quickly scanned the area and found a wrought iron gate to the side of the house that led towards the garden in the back.

“You haven’t scouted this house once yet, have you?” Eleanor remarked, her arms crossed.

“Of course I have,” he lied confidently.

“It’s also broad daylight,” she pointed out.

“I don’t care.”

“This isn’t like you. I mean, you are a reckless idiot but this is stupid even for you.”

“Let’s go,” he brushed her off and made a dash for the side gate, not bothering to unlock it and instead vaulted over it in one quick movement, Eleanor reluctantly following.

They crouched to keep out of sight of the windows, occasionally peeking up to look through a window. They almost reached the last window before Kaari stopped, suddenly having found what he was looking for.

Flipping out a dagger from the back of his belt, he jammed it into the windowsill and worked it around, trying to pop it open. His movements slowed as his gaze was drawn upwards. Inside was a rustic kitchen, copper pots hanging from racks, jars full of herbs and plants, and a large stew pot gently bubbling away on the stove.

What really got his attention, however, was the tiny form laying in a pile of bunched up discarded rags and cloth as a makeshift nest. The baby had grayish pink skin, large doe eyes, and long floppy ears that came to a point. Kaari had never seen a half house elf before, but she definitely had more human features than regular house elves.

According to Mirai, the girl was around eight months old by now but she was impossibly small for her age. His own niece, Dafne, was fourteen months old, only six months older. However, Kiri looked as if she was the size of a newborn.

Kaari’s grip tightened on the hilt of his dagger as he took in Kiri’s situation. The rags she laid on were stained and ripped. The clothes on her weren’t more than a pillowcase and strips of fabric wrapped around her arms and legs for extra warmth. His blood boiled as he imagined his own nieces treated like this. Left to sleep on a dirty kitchen floor.

With a pop, the window gently opened, but Kaari hesitated. His mind wandered back to that day in the office. Devon’s face was burned into his memory. There was a burning fierceness in her eyes and he couldn’t shake it. He’s had a deep respect for Devon ever since they became friends at Hogwarts. She was wildly intelligent and loyal. Kaari loved her constant search for knowledge and demand to be heard, despite being mute. People listened to her without her having to speak a word.

However, he also knew just how much she had to fight and work for that. They were deep enough friends for him to know that she was really struggling with all this pressure and responsibility upon her. She wanted to save lives but that meant having to carry all that responsibility, almost like Atlas holding up the sky. He finally understood. She couldn’t possibly save them all, and sometimes you have to drop one or two to save the rest.

Eleanor was right, he was in too much of a blind rush and didn’t scout the Manor at all. He had no idea just how many people were inside. He expected Neira and Roland but they could have many guards he didn’t know about. Then again, he did have the service of a lightning dragon and an immortal warrior with him. It would be easy really, just in and out in seconds. They could just grab her and run.

“Mama mama! Come look at this bug!” Came the cry of a toddler from the back garden. A second later came the voice of what he expected to be Neira.

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#4

The Phoenix Resistance - Book 2 Chapter 9

St. Mungos, London - March 7th, 1998, 12:16 PM

“Patient name: Antoinette Yaxley (née Avery)”

“Date Admitted: June 23rd, 1981”

Eloise sighed as her eyes cast downwards to the chart on the table. She stood at the foot of the bed, replacing the vase’s wilted red roses with fresh ones. A middle aged woman laid in the bed, her eyes closed in a deep sleep and her long dark hair splayed across the pillow.

She crossed the room and sat in a familiar armchair on the side of the bed, one she has spent many nights in. Glancing around the room, Eloise realized this room felt more like home than the Yaxley manor. She had memorized every little detail about it over the years of visits and countless hours of staring at the walls, alone with her thoughts. Those particular thoughts were suddenly interrupted as a healer walked into the room.

He was a tall and stocky man with a bald head and a reddish blonde beard. Eloise had known this man for most of her life. Graham McClarnon had been the head healer for her mother as long as she could remember.

“Back again?” He remarked as he took the vitals of the woman and then grabbed the chart and hastily wrote down the results.

“Where else would I be?” She muttered quietly.

“I don’t know. But I’ve known you since you were eight years old, coming here all by yourself. You shouldn’t be in here, wasting your life away. She wouldn’t want that.” Graham motioned to the bed.

“I do have a life.”

“Mmm,” he murmured, his gaze flicking downwards to the dark inked skull on her forearm peeking out from Eloise’s sleeve.

“How’s your son? Henry, right?” Eloise switched subjects, tugging her sleeve back down.

“He’s fine, but I think you know that already,” he smiled knowingly.

Did Henry tell him that they work together? If so, he must know that she was secretly a spy. Eloise wondered if he really trusted her. Almost everyone she used to know assumes she’s a real Death Eater. She sacrificed the trust and friendships of so many people to secure her place with the Death Eaters and keep suspicion away. Only a handful of people know where her true loyalties lie. Deep down, she knew even they probably expected her to eventually betray them.

“It’s been seventeen years, Lou. How long are you going to keep this up?” He interjected bluntly, catching Eloise off guard.

Eloise didn’t have an answer. She just twirled her rose necklace in her fingers and watched her mother sleep infinitely, her chest rising up and down with breath. Seeing this moment, Graham quietly left without another word, closing the door with a soft click behind him.

She got up and instead wandered over and sat on the edge of the bed. Eloise brushed her mother’s hair aside and traced the subtle lines of age upon her face. It was quite ironic, honestly. She’s spent the majority of her life watching her own mother age when it should have been her mother watching Eloise age and grow up.

For a second, Eloise almost wondered what her mother would say if she could see her now, but quickly shut the thought out of her head. She wasn’t so sure her mother would be proud of what she has become.

Her mind instead wandered back to her spywork. She would never actually give her service to the Death Eaters, of course. Her father tried his hardest to mold her into one by teaching her what he believed in. What he didn’t know was that Antoinette was always there to supplant those ideologies. Until she wasn’t.

When her mother was attacked by Death Eaters during the first Wizarding War and placed in a coma, the only thing her father told her was that her mother was a traitor because she was helping people who stole their magic. He never did go to visit her once. Eloise always had to sneak out of the house by herself, usually taking the Knight Bus. St Mungos wasn’t the only place she went when she snuck out. The Yaxley Manor was as unfamiliar to her as she could manage.

Looking at her mother’s face, Eloise saw herself. With Eloise’s once platinum blonde hair now dyed a similar dark ebony black, the two of them were almost identical. It has been many years since she’s seen her mother’s eyes open, however under her eyelids rested the same seafoam green pupils.

Her mother was her greatest inspiration. She would do anything she could to make her proud. That was her main reason for joining the Resistance. Rebelling against her cruel father was just a bonus.

Eloise leaned in close and whispered in her mother’s ear, barely audible.

“I’ll continue your fight. One day, you’ll be proud of me. That’s a promise.”

Then she got up and left, Graham shouting a goodbye to her quickly retreating figure down the hallway.

Yaxley Manor, Kent, England - March 7th, 1998, 3:47 PM

Muffled thumps echoed off the Manor and the surrounding Kent countryside, only to be muted by the heavy downpour of rain. Eloise stood in the courtyard behind the Manor, her hands wrapped and taped, as she sparred with a punching bag.

The cold wind and rain of early spring pelted her frame, soaking her to the bone and plastering her chin length hair against her head. She didn’t mind, however. Anything was preferable to being in that house with her father.

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The Phoenix Resistance- Book 2 Chapter 28 FINALE!

A/N: Well... here we are on the last page. Nine months all lead up to this. This is the ending for now but make sure to stick around for the character epilogues in the next few weeks for more endings!! As always: Mina belongs to @lifeofkaze and also Ava in mention. Artemis in mention belongs to @the-al-chemist and both Henry and Ellie belong to @thatravenpuffwitch. Enjoy!

Ministry of Magic, Atrium, London - May 2nd, 1998, 6:13 AM

A few hours went by as they waited. The atrium was completely silent for all of them but Devon. As much as she tried to push out the thoughts of her friends, they kept sneaking in. Each one of them were scared, some more than others.

Many of them paced back and forth, occasionally glancing down the dark rows of fireplaces when they thought they heard something, forms stiffening and the grip on their wands tightening only to relax when nothing came out of the darkness. Devon stood directly behind the barricade, never taking her eyes off the entrances. Her legs were stiff after hours of standing and the pain in her ribs was steadily getting worse but she refused to sit down, even after multiple suggestions from Henry. Dried blood that wasn’t hers caked her pants and hands.

It was just after sunrise that finally they saw exactly what they were dreading. A green light flickered and flashed deep within the darkness and they heard the roar of flames as a figure emerged from the floo network.

Mina and Eloise stood up from their places by the statue and they all approached the barricade as a group with their wands pointed forwards.

“Hey, stop right there!” Kaari called out loudly to the figure that got closer and closer.

The tension in the room relaxed as out from the shadows stepped a man with dark skin and rich purple robes. It was Kingsley Shacklebolt. Everyone’s wands dropped to their sides, except Devon who remained in place, her wand shaking slightly.

“If it’s really you, tell me your favorite type of bread,” Devon sent into Kingsley’s mind silently.

“Cinnamon raisin, of course,” she heard him reply back into her own mind.

“So, did we win?” Kaari inquired.

“Yes. Harry Potter has defeated Voldemort once and for all,” Kingsley’s deep voice filled the empty silence.

What followed was shouts of joy and exclamations of relief. Devon stood staring forward in shock before her knees finally gave out and she collapsed to the floor. All the adrenaline in her system crashed and the weight of the entire war came crumbing down upon her shoulders, like Atlas holding up the sky. Everyone was safe. Nobody else was going to die under her command.

“Dev! Oh Merlin, are you ok?” Henry immediately rushed to her side and scooped her up.

“Yea, I’m fine. I just need to rest for a second,” she signed.

Kingsley had climbed over the barricade and now crouched down next to them, his hand outstretched towards Devon who shook it gladly.

“Thanks for holding down the fort, Marlowe. I’ll take it from here,” he smiled gently.

“There’s one more thing I need to do, if you would allow me? In fact, I could really use your help, Kingsley,” Devon signed and pushed herself to her feet, Henry supporting her from one side.

...

With Kingsley’s help, the Phoenix Resistance wrote and printed one last newspaper together. This one, however, had no enchantments placed upon it to obscure the words.

Witches and wizards all around England watched as papers appeared with a flash from their floo networks and fell gently from the sky, a dark winged shadow accompanying it. The gold fiery Phoenix symbol blazed at the top of the paper, now visible to all.

Headlined right at the top with large letters said “Harry Potter Defeats The Dark Lord!”

The paper also went into great detail debunking the false muggleborn propaganda that was spread during the war. It included some damning evidence against many Death Eaters, calling them out by name. The puppet government was also revealed to the public. Pius Thicknesse had been under the imperius curse and Voldemort was the true leader during the war.

With that, the Phoenix flew one last time. However, this time it didn’t fly under the cover of night and it wasn’t exchanged by the hushed whispers of people in taverns. It also wouldn’t erupt into fire and burn away. This time it was persistent and loud.

At the bottom of the paper, where usually there was a blank space, now was filled with words.

“By Devon Marlowe”

The author of the Phoenix Paper was finally revealed.

As for what was to follow in the next few months after, Devon Marlowe would work under Kingsley as one of the head lawyers for the Death Eater Trials. The information she presented from the notebook she kept during the war was instrumental in the arrests and trials that followed.

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Phoenix Resistance - Book 2 Chapter 12

St Botolph's Church, Algate, London - March 22nd, 1998, 12:38 PM

The brown and green grass of spring crumpled beneath Eleanor’s boots as she walked among the weathered gravestones of St Botolph’s Church. Many graves were new and practically sparkled in the daylight. The rest were broken and slowly being consumed by moss. Time had reclaimed them and erased their names and dates from history.

She barely spared a glance at them, however. The grave she was looking for would not be here. No stone recorded the death of whom she sought.

Eleanor found a somewhat sturdy large headstone and sat upon it, hoping the occupant wouldn’t mind. Sighing, she looked around the graveyard and then up towards the church spire that towered into the murky gray sky.

It had been years, centuries even, and yet she could still hear it, like ghosts from the past. The sounds of the bells ringing in the streets as the wagons collected the dead. She could even see the houses locked up, red crosses hung with signs that read “Lord Have Mercy Upon Us”.

She hadn’t thought about them in over a hundred years. It had been three hundred and thirty two years since they had died. The one thing Azkaban allowed her was to spend endless time exploring her memories and recalling things once lost, as that was all she had in that dark and hopeless cell. Most of it was faint, as time had worn it from her mind, like a grave eroded by the rain.

Their names and faces were lost to her, but Eleanor knew they existed once. Her husband and children were buried somewhere under the earth nearby. During the Great Plague of London in 1665, thousands died and were buried in mass graves near the church in Aldgate. Eleanor would have joined them, if it weren’t for her immortality.

It was after their deaths that she swore never to get close to anyone else again, or to have children. If there was one thing she was grateful for, it was that her curse wasn’t passed down. She would never want anyone to experience this hell. Everything around her dies and she continues on, taking the slow path through the centuries.

A gentle rain started to fall, the drops breaking on the gravestones with a splash and soaking the new spring grass. Eleanor blinked hard and a water drop of her own rolled down her face and fell upon the stones, mixing with the rain. What kind of mother couldn’t remember her own children’s names?

She thought about her brother, Eme. Had he ever lost a loved one to the inevitable turn of the earth? She honestly doubted that he could experience love anymore. Eleanor almost envied his indifference to emotions. Without them, maybe she too would revel in immortality the way he did.

No. She would never want to be a monster like him. Maybe love is what saves people.

Lone Star Tavern, Whitechapel, London - March 22nd, 1998, 1:15 PM

The rain was coming down in heavy sheets by the time Eleanor walked in, soaked to the bone. She wandered over and slumped into a chair by the roaring fire where Kaari already sat.

“Did you fall in the Thames or something?” Kaari commented, eyeing her current state.

“I had children once.”

Kaari choked into his tankard of ale. “Come again?”

“The other day you asked me what I would know about being a parent. It was hundreds of years ago but I was a parent once.”

“Why are you telling me this? I’m an asshole and you are a badass who doesn’t give a fuck about us,” Kaari joked.

Eleanor’s face was suddenly soft, her eyes stared wistfully into the dancing flames. Kaari sat up, seeing her suddenly serious. It was the first time he had seen her guard dropped and he was curious to know more about her so he decided to shut up.

“It’s been a hell of a long time since I had anyone around me I could trust my secrets to. There’s no record of them anywhere, except in my head. But that too is deteriorating. I don’t remember any of their names,” she admitted.

“I just wanted them to exist in someone else’s head. They deserve that.”

The tavern was silent for a few moments, only the crackling of the fire and the pouring rain hitting the windows could be heard.

“I’m curious. Feel free to punch me in the face if you don’t want to answer, but have you ever gone looking for possible ways to end your immortality?”

Eleanor cocked her eyebrow and then reached for Kaari’s tankard, downing the last of the drink in one go, the liquid burning all the way down to settle into a warmth in her stomach.

“Of course. I searched for centuries.”

“And you haven’t found anything?”

“There was a moment in Azkaban. While a dementor was having their fill of the infinite bad memories I have, I almost felt like I would fade away and never come back. My body can regrow and heal from anything, but I’m not too sure if my soul could.”

The door of the tavern burst open, the loud downpour of rain disrupting their quiet moment. A courier for the Resistance dashed inside and didn’t spare a glance to the table as they made a beeline for the cellar. The look on their face gave Eleanor and Kaari a sinking feeling in their chest.

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Phoenix Resistance - Book 2 Chapter 14

Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire, England - March 28th, 1998, 5:58 PM

Eloise stared at her reflection in the large windows that overlooked the grand Malfoy Manor garden. Her chin length ebony hair was slicked back with gel and she wore a deep emerald velvet dress. It had a deep plunging neck and an open back. A long slit ran down her left leg, leaving her thigh holster for her wand visible to everyone.

If Eloise had her way, she would be wearing a suit. Her father, however, insisted that she wore a dress, something more appropriate for a young lady. With a grimace, she admitted that the dress was probably for the best. She knew just how many old men would appreciate her for it, and would gladly spill some secrets to her with their guard down.

“Dinner is served,” a posh voice rang out, calling all the party guests to start migrating to the large pompous dining room.

Marble columns held up the high ceiling and lined the walls. One wall consisted almost entirely of an open faced fireplace that roared and crackled. The dining table itself was a deep brown black wood that was polished and shone in the light of the hanging chandeliers above. It was so long that it could comfortably seat ten people on both sides.

Eloise took a seat next to her father Corban and a few chairs down from the head of the table where Lucius Malfoy currently sat. His wife Narcissa and son Draco sat to the side of him. Also nearby was Bellatrix Lestrange, sister to Narcissa. A few other people she knew took their places along the table, Neira and Roland Wilson among them. Leaning forward, Eloise could just see the opposite end of the table. A shiver ran down her exposed back as she saw the long white hair and sharp features of Eme Amaranthine staring back at her.

Her attention was caught as the heavy wooden chair to the right of her was pulled out and a man with chiseled cheekbones and piercing eyes sat down. He glanced at Eloise out of the corner of his eye as he unfolded a napkin and placed it neatly upon his lap, his eyes lingering on her legs for just a second longer than required.

“I do not believe we’ve had the honor of meeting. Alphard Farrier,” he announced suddenly, turning in his chair and holding a hand out.

“Eloise Yaxley,” she countered back in her best friendly voice, a polite smile on her face.

She was keenly aware of who he was. He worked in the Ministry for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. In fact, he was just below her father in rank. Clearly this was a play for power. He was aiming to get nice and friendly with his boss’s daughter. That was something she could arrange as he was the closest person next to her father that she could weasel some information out of.

“Oh yes, how could I have not known. My father talks all about you!” Eloise raved, turning in her chair to face him. “He said you were indispensable to him these past few months with the investigation into the missing Azkaban prisoners.

“Is that so?” Alphard mused proudly, twirling his wine around in his glass before taking a sip.

“I’m curious, did you ever catch them?” She leaned forwards so that he was in range of her perfume. It was her own special Amortentia perfume. Eloise wondered what he could smell.

“Not yet, but we have a good idea about how they’ve managed to do it. The apparition point is being monitored so the next time they try it we will have them,” he replied after breathing deeply.

“Delightful. You’ll have to let me know when you do so we can share a glass of champagne in celebration,” Eloise smiled and gently placed a hand upon his shoulder before turning back in her chair, their conversation coming to an end.

Her attention was drawn to some nearby conversations as she turned back to her dinner. She heard some talk about the inadequacy of the Gringotts goblins and boasts of children’s accomplishments at Hogwarts under the new Headmaster.

Further down the table the Malfoy’s falling from grace were discussed at great length while at the opposite head of the table, where Eme Amaranthine was sitting, no one seemed to be talking much at all.

“Bellatrix and Narcissa must be relieved to hear about the death of Ted Tonks. It was such a disgrace that their sister tainted the family's pure blood with muggle blood,” Roland Wilson muttered quietly to the people next to him.

“I still don’t know why they insisted on bringing the rest of his group here as prisoners. They would have been better off dead along with Tonks and Cresswell,” his wife Neira chimed in with a sneer.

“Lord and Lady Wilson, how’s your family?” Eloise interrupted, her knife dancing around her fingers playfully and a smile upon her face that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“You have two young sons, I believe? I hope they are in good health,” she mused, cutting a piece of steak and bringing it up to her mouth using her knife instead of her fork.

“They are quite fine, thank you,” Roland answered apprehensively but with a smile upon his face nonetheless.

“I apologize but I can’t help but wonder, Lord Wilson. I’ve heard a rumor going around about your own sister Mirai mingling about with your own house elf and producing a child. That wouldn’t happen to be true, would it?”

A few guests nearby gasped and whispers started to cascade down the table like dominoes. Panic flashed in Roland’s eyes but his smile remained.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you are talking about. Whoever you heard that preposterous rumor from was clearly mistaken and needs to be informed otherwise,” he rambled, turning to those nearest to him to quell the rush of gossip.

His wife Neira gave Eloise a burning glare of hatred before joining her husband in the efforts to repair their reputation.

The rest of the dinner passed in a rush of gossip and political debates that Eloise had no interest in. Her father’s mood, along with most of the guests, started to deflate when they decided that the Dark Lord himself would not be attending after all. She rolled her eyes at how hopeful her father was to have a chance to suck up to the “greatest wizard to ever exist”, in his own words.

Before she knew it, it was nearing 8 pm and the dance had started. Couples were waltzing in the ballroom, the long gowns sweeping across the black marble floors.

Eloise was walking around the edge of the dance floor as suddenly she was met with a wall of white. It was Eme Amaranthine, his long hair cascading like a waterfall down his dark red-purple velvet suit. His eyes narrowed down at her and his mouth cracked into a smirk upwards.

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okay but imagine this: nct dream as your desi family

LMFAO wait but no i think i was talking to one of my desi friends about this one guy from enha (i think jay or jake) and she said that he seems like the one male cousin that flirts with everyone he’s not related to at family gatherings ;; so on that note,,, (i kinda did desi family friends bc i don’t rlly see my family that much 😔 just dream as your desi cousins basically)

also these descriptions get progressively more concerning as they go so ;-;

mark: the cousin who’s on the verge of graduating college but doesn’t know what he wants to do yet. plays the guitar for the little kids at family gatherings and gives speeches at hs senior graduations. aunties are glad he can’t cook bc it’s perfect husband material apparently. really likes mint chutney and eats all the fried snacks with it.

renjun: the one humble cousin who got into an ivy. he’s doing graphic design which the aunties don’t like, but he’s rich so they still want their daughters to marry him. really bad at driving though, once, he totaled his sister’s car and never apologized. definitely makes plantain or mirchi bhaji in his apartment for him and all his roommates.

jeno: the athletic desi cousin (rare)! was scouted my some decent school for soccer his junior year and decided to attend. aunties are happy because he’s open to arranged marriages. wears kurtas at family gatherings and is praised for being handsome.

donghyuck: the smart stoner cousin (common). literally a fucking drug dealer. but he won’t get caught because he’s pre-med. biryani is his favorite food, and he makes it biweekly. probably curses in hindi at non desis. aunties think he’s a sweetheart though, but he’ll literally get your children high alright.

jaemin: male version of aishwarya rai cousin. KNOWS HOW TO PLAY THE VIOLIN AND FLUTE IN KARNATAK STYLE. president of the ‘south asian cultural club’ in his community. hot as fucking hell, a literal masterpiece. probably also pre-med and aunties fight for his attention. literally is perfect.

chenle: i’m better than you cousin (also common). hates the common folk, he’s elite. his aunt owns a sweets shop and he probably sells weed there after closing. also a drug dealer but also too smart to get caught. aunties have mixed feelings about him because he dropped out of college but he did it to start his pretty successful business. probably will never get married bc idk god complex.

jisung: doing this for his parent’s happiness cousin. miserable but it’s okay, as long as he can have tandoori chicken on sundays, he’s happy. likes watches the girls dance during garba even though his brother told him he looks like a creep. plays tennis but isn’t even that good. doesn’t know how to speak the mother tongue because his parents never taught him and he’s called a disgrace by non desis now. maybe he wants to commit a crime.

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For a while now I've been looking for LGBTQA+ comics that have some action in them. For some reason they are hard for me to find. I know that there are cool characters from the community like deadpool, mystic, poison ivy, ect, but if you're like me and you're not really into those Cape and tight comcis it's hard to find. There are however some good ones that I feel like I should share with you all.

Paper girls, written by Brain k. Vaughn and illustrated by cliff Chiang,is a great science fiction comic about a bad as group of friends time traveling through space and time. This series is complete with 5 vols.

Lumberjanes, created by noelle Stevenson, grace ellis, shannon watters, and Brooklyn allen, is about a group of girls going away to summer camp and defending the planet from the supernatural and unexplained. It's kind of like the girls scouts and supernatural mixed it on. The last time I check this series is still coming out with different writers and illustrators

Y: the last man is one of my all time favorites. Everything with a Y chromosome dies in the world except for this 1 guy and his pet monkey. He has to travel across country with a scientist and an assassin while being hunted. I dont want to give to much away. This series Is over

If you're not reading saga get on it. My take on it is that it's a science fiction Romeo and Juliet tale, but instead of killing themselves they ran away and started a family and now they are being hunted down. This series is still going on but it's been a few years since anything new has come out

I know I know there's a lot of Brain K. Vaughn on this list but his a pretty good writer. These are my all time favorites and it's a good place to start if you are getting into comics. Some other good ones that you should definitely read are

The new Buffy the Vampire series by Boom comics

Marvels runaways (its completely different from the show)

And

Legends of korra

Batwoman is also good If you're into Cape and tights.