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geekate ¡ 8 months ago
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It's kinda funny how in the first act you just poke around to find quests and in the third act the quests poke you from every crevice
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81pastrys ¡ 29 days ago
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Second Sport
Summary— Antanette loves supporting her papa no matter the sport.
Warnings— pure fluffy goodness
A/N— dad Pierre has entered the chat
Dad Pierre List
Request— maybe like toddler daughter he dressed her in her psg top and walks around the paddock matching if you can get any from that thanks
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Antanette was probably Pierre’s biggest cheerleader. Now, she knew her papa drove scary fast cars, but he sometimes yelled at players kicking a ball around. He also played with some of the guys and was really excited when they won.
Her mum got her a jersey with letters and the same number her papa had on his fast car and she wanted to wear it everywhere. “I need to wash the jersey, Ana.” Her mum insisted. They had a Grand Prix weekend and if she wanted to wear the jersey, it had to be washed.
“No! Papa!!” She yelled for help. Her papa would say the same thing but it would warrant a lesser tantrum and probably a sweet treat for the trouble. “Papa, I wear my jersey!” She whined when Pierre became visible from a different room.
“Well, you have worn that shirt a lot ma belle, you don’t want to be stinky huh?” He pulled out the tough questions as Antanette pondered. “Non, we don’t. Let’s wash it and we can wear something else for a little while.” She pouted but let him take the shirt off and walk her to her room to find another to replace it.
“Alpine!” She said holding her alpine shirt with the same number, the same shirt she would wear to cheer him on at races. “Can I wear it papa?”
“Then you can’t wear it at the race ma belle.” Pierre reminded her. “What about we wear cha’s Ferrari red shirt today?” He compromised. She thought it over and nodded shyly. Both jerseys were now to be saved for the weekend and Pierre took that win.
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The first day at the paddock she wore her PSG jersey with GASLY and 10 on the back, warranting awes and coos of how adorable she was. “Cha!” She exclaimed, seeing her uncle in ferrari red. “I’m wearing papa’s jersey! See?” She turned on her bouncing feet and Charles giggled at her when she turned back around.
“Oui, such a good cheerleader.” He praised. She beamed with excitement, she showed her jersey to anyone that would listen. Isaak had caught a glimpse of her from his interview and excused himself.
“Antanette, where’s my support?” He joked with her. “I gave you a jersey too!” She giggled and claimed that she only brought jerseys with papa’s number and not his.
“I only support papa!” She giggled more. Oliver was next to spot her and tickled her. “Papa’s number! See?” She turned for Oliver to see and he gave her the biggest smile.
“Look at you! Amazing job Antanette!” She beamed from all the attention. By the end of the day, exhaustion from being the perfect little cheerleader weighed on her. Her eyes drooped and her papa had to carry her to the car.
“Everyone likes my jersey papa.” She yawned. The F1 media was flooded with videos or pictures of her with the drivers, showing off her jersey.
“Oui, ma belle. Everyone likes your jersey.” Pierre confirmed before buckling the car seat and kissing her forehead as she dozed off.
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Dad Pierre is now part of the collection
@il0vereadingstuff @angelluv16 @justaf1girl @pandabiiissh @itznotsophia @chertik-007vvv @kallanfiona
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mugiwara-lucy ¡ 9 months ago
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Hello, everyone! While I am VERY proud of the Democrat voter turnout for Early and Mail In Ballots; here's ANOTHER thing to keep in mind.
Two of the Supreme Court's chairs will be up for grabs and the next president will be able to put in two new justices that are younger. Currently there's a 6-3 demographic in the Whitehouse with 6 being Republican and 3 being Democrat. SHould Kamala win, she can put two more Democrat court younger justices in and we'll be 5-3 (the five being Democrats!) and we'll have a less corrupt SCOTUS.
Should Trump win......he'll stack the Supreme Court with younger justices and the Supreme Court will be locked HARD RIGHT for AT LEAST 30 years.......do we REALLY want that??
And keep in mind, one of the justices (Clarence Thomas) was talking about giving a look at gay marriage if he comes back into office.
And I bet one of the Supreme Court justices that Trump will put will be Aileen Cannon, the person who threw out Trump's stolen documents case. We ALL KNOW he stole those documents for nefarious reasons......do we REALLY want someone like that in office??
Here is the link below to register to vote along with the deadlines varying by state! Also, your own vote isn’t enough! Get as many people as you can to vote for Kamala be it your friends, cousins, parents, grandparents, old friends from high school and college, coworkers, boyfriends, girlfriends, husbands, wives, stepchildren (if they’re 18 and over) and the list goes on and on but every vote counts! ALSO PLEASE check your registration DAILY because MAGA WILL purge your voter registration!!!
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And early voting has started! And if you don’t wanna vote on November 5th, Early Voting is another option! Like I said get as many people as you know and try early voting that way you can avoid MAGA fuckery on November 5th! Down below is a list of dates by state:
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And Mail in Ballots are ANOTHER option I highly recommend!! And like I said get as many people as you can to take advantage of this option! BUT if you decide to go with Mail In/Absentee Ballots; PLEASE mail your ballots at the ACTUAL USPS office!! That way MAGAts won't fuck with it.
And if you’re an American who lives overseas; PLEASE use the option of voting overseas since I know every country other than North Korea, Russia and China do NOT want to see Trump’s stinky ass back in the Oval Office! Here’s a link below:
Like I said last night....because of Trump's first term, we had Roe v Wade, Affirmative Action and Chevron overturned. I bet all the money in my savings and checking accounts that Interracial Relationships, Women’s right to vote and Gay Rights will be done away with should he be back in office. BET MONEY.
We're doing well....let's NOT get complacent like 2016.
THANK YOU.
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luvelola ¡ 1 month ago
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“UP WITH THE SUN”
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military!rafe x fem!black!reader , masterlist
warnings: fluff, animals, parenting, mild language, southern domestic sweetness, mentions of dirt/chores, implied canon-level affection between rafe & yn.
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the rooster started at 6:13 a.m.
right on time.
rafe grunted once and rolled over, arm tightening around yn’s waist, hand resting low on her belly. she was warm, and the bed was softer than the chill in the air outside. but farm life didn’t wait for nobody.
“sun’s up, mama,” he murmured against her neck.
yn mumbled something about “you get up first.”
but a second later, two thuds hit the floor — five-year-old feet.
miles came sprinting in, wild curls and dinosaur pajamas still askew.
“daddy! zara’s sittin’ on biscuit again!”
“shit—alright, alright.”
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🐓 morning rounds
the family farm was small but full of life — fenced in by oaks, soaked in sunlight, with dirt paths that led to every corner. every animal had a name, and every chore had a helper.
horses:
nova — a chestnut mare that yn grew up riding, calm as still water
tank — a big gray draft horse that rafe brought home from a base upstate
miles and rafe handled the feed buckets.
“you always gotta talk to ‘em first,” rafe told him. “let ‘em know you comin’.”
“hi nova,” miles said, solemn, “please don’t poop while i’m here.”
yn laughed from across the fence, brushing nova’s coat with one hand while holding zara with the other.
goats:
ruby and dot — spotted, noisy, and too smart for the latch on their pen.
zara loved them the most, even if they tried to eat her sleeve every time she got close.
yn crouched by the fence with zara in her lap, holding out carrot pieces.
“gentle now, baby,” she whispered, guiding her daughter’s hand. “you gotta be soft with the ones that don’t talk.”
“dot stinky,” zara announced proudly.
“she sure is,” yn laughed.
chickens:
rosie, drumstick, cleo, and big mama
biscuit chased them, shadow herded them
egg duty belonged to rafe and miles
“i see three!” miles called, holding up the basket.
“good. that’s enough for breakfast,” rafe nodded. “put ‘em in soft, like we said.”
“can i make the pancakes?”
“we’ll see if your mama lets you stir.”
dogs:
shadow (black lab) was already patrolling the fence line.
biscuit (terrier mix) was covered in straw, hiding under the porch after zara sat on him again.
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🍳 farm-to-table
back inside, yn had the griddle hot.
miles stood on his step stool, whisking a bowl with flour up his nose. zara sat on the counter, sticky fingers dipping into the sugar jar. rafe cracked eggs one-handed and kissed yn’s cheek every time he passed her.
“that one’s too brown,” she said.
“just how i like it,” he smirked, flipping another.
“baby, if you burn that one, you makin’ the next batch.”
“say less.”
the dogs waited by the table like they owned the place.
biscuit barked once.
shadow growled low, her way of saying “sit down, fool.”
after, plates were full — eggs from their hens, goat cheese from ruby and dot, pancakes with blackberry jam yn made last summer. butter melted in the center of everything. coffee for the adults, apple juice for the kids.
miles talked through mouthfuls. zara dropped her fork twice. rafe reached over to wipe jam from yn’s chin.
yn looked around — flour on the counter, dirt on everyone’s boots, love in every corner.
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a/n; just a cute little domestic scene of the family while rafe is home from deployment!!
comment to be added to tag list..
Šluvelola. do not plagiarize or repost any of my work as your own.
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ruinparadox ¡ 2 months ago
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I've read your husk beauty and the beast story and i raise you a cinderella story ? were the reader is in abusvie and controlling relationship with one of the vees and angel being the good friend he is decides to dress you up and take you to the casino were you catch overlord husk eye and then you have to go but you lose a necklace at the casino and lets just say when husk finds it your in for a wild ride
I’ve had two Cinderella requests sitting in my inbox for weeks now and I’m so sorry I’m only just getting to them now. Things have been hectic and everything and I can only hope I have more time for writing.
Special Necklace (Overlord!Husk x M!Reader)
Living with the Vees is absolutely awful. Each and every one of them are the worst kinds of bosses you could ask for. Vox, the Tv headed businessman overworks and underpays his staff, Valentino sexually assaults and beats his porn stars, and although Velvette is the most reasonable of the three, she’s very short tempered and she’ll add you to her list of experiments without hesitation. She’s certainly not above using her love potions to make you obedient should you act out against her.
Luckily, today she doesn’t feel like harassing you for whatever reason. She never shared her plans with you to avoid you planning on trying anything. So now you’re just sitting in your dressing room, finding it impossible to relax at all since Velvette has a nasty habit of just appearing right next to you and dragging you off somewhere whenever she wants. Better not even pick up the sewing kit, might as well just disassociate and stare at the wall until she gets back.
Of course, that’s what you plan to do until a small knock at your door catches your attention. Briefly, your fur flares up before you realize that Velvette never knocks before entering. She usually just kicks it open already mid sentence about whatever it is that’s angering her at the moment.
Tentatively, you get up from your bed and walk over to the door. Slowly, you pull it open to see Angel’s face smirking down at you.
“Angel? What are you–?”
“Hey, baby! Ya said ya wanted to pay me for a night of fun earlier, right?” He winks at you, it becoming more apparent how strained his smile was.
Getting the hint you quickly let him inside and he nearly slams the door behind him, locking it. He looks to be in a hurry, closing the curtains in your window and checking around for any cameras. Luckily for you, Velvette never approved of Vox putting cameras in her side of the studio, however Vox wouldn’t budge on the issue so the only camera in her department was in the main runway.
“What are you doing here? I thought Valentino was making you record all day?” You asked, clearly worried about the very idea of the stinky stick bug showing up at your room. Everyone knows very well what his idea of fun is, and as friendly as you are with Angel, you really wouldn’t appreciate it if he was bringing him to what little personal space you had.
“Recording was cancelled early today! I just overheard Val talkin’ with Vox. All three Vees are going out on a vacation for the next week! They’ve been plannin’ this for months and we’re gonna take advantage of it!” Angel says in hushed excitement.
“What? Leave the tower? Are you mad?!” You ask, briefly turning to the window, almost anticipating that Velvette would be there listening in on you two.
“Like you haven’t done that before. Listen, I’ve been seeing you around and you look even more miserable than usual. So we’re gonna get you out of here for a night!” Angel makes his way toward your closet, knowing that the one saving grace within your relationship to Velvette was that she let you wear whatever you wanted as long as you two weren’t out in public. A small comfort that was often accompanied by her disgust.
“Did I forget to mention they also aren’t taking us with them? And let’s be real, none of the other fuckers in the tower are gonna rat us out so we’ll have all the time we need.” Of course, he’s right about that. Even just talking to the Vees is a nigh guaranteed method of being shot with an angelic bullet. But that doesn’t make the sneaking out stint any less crazy.
“But what about–?!”
“Nuh uh! We ain’t doin’ any o’ that overthinkin’ bullshit here. We’re gonna put ya in ya best dress, and you are gonna go enjoy yourself at a party bein’ held down at the local casino. Run by some dude named Husker or whatever. Now, come on!” Immediately he’s already pulled several of your dresses out of the closet and placed them on the couch.
“Should we really be doing this now, though? What if Velvette walks in on us?” You ask, walking over to the door and briefly peeking through the surprisingly old fashioned keyhole in the door handle.
“Will you relax? They already left.” Angel grimaces down at a bright yellow dress and tosses it back into the classes.
You blink in confusion. “They have? But Velvette hasn’t even sent a text or anything.” You look down at your phone, the last text being sent yesterday and it was her demanding you clean her room. She was insistent about it as well.
Angel scoffs. “Please. You really think she’s gonna tell you that she plans to leave ya unsupervised for the next 24 hours? No, what she wants is for you to sit here all day and stew in ya misery until she gets back. Which is precisely why ya gonna go to that party.” He finally finds one of your dresses that strikes his fancy.
“Ah, this one is sure to turn heads. No one’s gonna recognize ya in this, right?” It was a long slim single strap black dress and ankle length with a bejeweled pattern around the belly. You remember liking how it looked on you the first time you tried it, but Velvette never brings you anywhere to warrant actually wearing it.
“Nah. Not like Velvette’s been showing me off to anyone, right?” You joke a bit grimly. 
“Perfect! And because it’s a masquerade party for whatever reason, with me there, no one important is gonna get you in trouble with Velvette.” He immediately pulls out a crow themed mask, complete with two purple feathers at its right side, along with a pair of stark black heels engraved with a lavender flower pattern. Angel gasped. “Its just like cindy rellie or whateva the fuck her name was.”
“Wait, you’re coming with me?”
“Well, duh! Someone’s gotta distract any paparazzi that might be hangin’ about to keep ya from makin’ the front page! I’m gonna go in first and get their attention, then you’re gonna sneak in while they’re busy flashin’ them cameras. We’ll meet up at the food bar and pretend we don’t know each other. It’ll also be a good way to check in on each other. I swear, we’re gettin’ ya a dance partner by the end of the night.” He holds the outfit he’s chosen out to you, a confident smile on his face.
You roll your eyes, taking the clothes from him. “Fine. I suppose there’s worse things we could do.” 
Angel cheers and you two spend the next few minutes getting dressed. How in the world Angel is capable of holding an entire dress in his chest fluff is anyone’s guess, but you turn away to slide into your little number. Seeing yourself in the vanity mirror a small feeling of joy passes through you. The dress is a slim fit so it's snug against your body, accentuating your round belly, tree trunk limbs, and sizable chest. Funny how Velvette made this dress, deemed it to be trash, and yet you feel so confident in it when she’s not around.
Angel gives you a knowing smirk but doesn’t say anything. Instead, both of you wordlessly sneak out of your window. With there being no cameras in Velvette’s side of the tower, that also extended to the alleyways outside of it. Velvette was pretty insistent to Vox about it, something about, “Not wanting any footage of her models getting leaked.” She was pretty intense about it, too. Then again, you doubted she actually knew how to relax.
A few minutes of walking and you were outside the casino, named “Liquid Gold.” And as Angel predicted, there were paparazzi everywhere. You immediately recognized the Voxtek branded cameras. This isn’t good. If Vox finds out you were here, he could blackmail you under threat of Velvette and whatever punishment she could imagine for you.
Suddenly, Angel turns to you, shoving an all too familiar box into your paws. “What the–?! Where did you get this? This is my special necklace!” You demand, opening the box, seeing the shining golden chain with a pear cut Tanzanite.
“I got it last minute. I wanted to put it on ya but we were already walkin’ and shit. Now, as planned, I distract, you sneak inside. Knowin’ these guys I’ll be occupied for a bit, so don’t wait for me.”
“Wha– Now wait just a second!” But before you can say anything else, Angel’s already turned the corner and is strutting his way to the crowd of cameras, all of them immediately focused on him the first syllable that drops from his mouth. He stands at the edge of the sidewalk, the camera flashes turned away from the entrance. 
You sigh and clasp the necklace around your neck, making sure to smooth out your fur to prevent it from catching in the chain. As casual as possible, you walk from around the corner and up to the entrance. Not a single camera looks your way and you spot Angel blowing a kiss at you with a wink, natural enough that anyone would assume it was nothing more than a pose for the cameras.
Returning his gesture with a smile, you hurry inside, the doors closing behind you and officially leaving you to navigate the party on your own. You're greeted by a grand and lavish room, decorated with bright lights, sensual dancers, booze of every kind of vice you can imagine, betting tables and card games, as well as a large empty space of hardwood floor that was populated with dancers.
You take a breath. Okay, you can do this. Just project confidence. And so, you begin mimicking Angel’s cat walk as best as you can on your way to the long tables covered in plates of food. Though, perhaps your walk is a bit more subdued since you’re trying not to attract attention to yourself for the moment.
You quickly find a plate and cover it in small bits of food from the nearest charcuterie board. Maybe a cupcake or two. Velvette never let you eat anything too substantial with all her talk about not ruining your figure. Bold of her to try and make you think she even remotely cares about your body outside of testing her terrible fashion sense on it.
You don’t have enough money for this level of gambling, you also don’t have a dance partner yet, and it's perhaps not the best idea to drink anything for now since a hangover would be a dead giveaway that you had been outside of the tower.
Making your way to an out of the way alcove lined with load bearing pillars, you lean on one, admiring the scenery while idly snacking away at your plate, the small bits of food popping into your mouth without incident from the toothpick you were using.
A deep, rumbly voice pipes up next to you, accompanied by a particularly large presence. “Beautiful, ain’t it?” You don’t turn to face them, needing to play it cool lest someone discover your reason for being here.
“It’s nice, I suppose.” Such riveting conversation. Ah, yes, the definition of social mannerisms everyone. 
“Not up to your standards I take it?” The question almost feels defensive if not interrogative which puts you slightly on edge.
“No, it's nice. I guess I just don’t have much experience with more fancy parties. Not really sure what opinion I should have here since I’m mostly brought out to clubs and such. Never get the chance to be all regal and shit, you know?” You look down and realize your plate is empty, not even noticing that you had already eaten your cupcakes. 
You perk up when you feel the presence of the man moving to stand in front of you, offering a very large paw. You look up and you see a burly man in a suit about a head taller than you, red feathered wings and a tail fanning out behind him. He has his own mask, black, red, and gold, feathers all around it. It wasn’t too dissimilar from your own mask, the only difference being the more numerous feathers, the color palette, and the eye holes on your mask being purple while his are a dark red framed in gold. It also felt more raven themed, the beak slightly bigger than the one on your mask. You can also see his cat ears poking out from behind the wall of feathers, twitching occasionally. 
“Then shall I guide you?” His voice is smooth as his paw opens slightly to emphasize his offer.
You don’t know why, but you’re strangely taken in by this man. Perhaps it was his soothing voice or his tall stature, but regardless you gently take his paw in your own and he’s immediately guiding you to the dance floor, your plate being set back on the food table right before you two are right in the middle of the dance floor.
He snaps his fingers and almost instantly your ears are greeted by the sound of bongos and maracas, a sensual trumpet quickly introducing itself in the forefront of the melody. You two start off slow, him taking the lead in what feels to be a Tango like dance. Briefly, you wonder who this man might be. Maybe he’s the “DJ” for this party so to speak? Perhaps a high ranking demon here looking for a distraction? Or maybe… no. No overlord would have such an interest in you. Right?
Angel, meanwhile, has finally broke away from the cameras and is immediately making his way to the food bar, growing slightly concerned when he doesn’t see you. He takes a breath. It’s alright, you probably went to the bathroom or something until he got there. That’s fine. He’ll just have some food until you’re ready to meet up with him.
He stands around for a while, snacking on all sorts of sweets and foods that Val would never even dream of serving at his club. Steak, lobster, all sorts of pastries, the food bar was magnificent. He even found a nice assortment of cookies all the way at the end. Man, why can’t this Husker guy be his owner instead. All Val serves are alcohol and the cherry bullshit smokes he makes.
With a small sigh, he resigns himself to just enjoying what he has in the moment and turning his gaze upon the dance floor. He saw all kinds of dresses and one note suits, none of them really grabbing his interest. He’s wondering which one of them you yourself would be interested in until… he spots you right in the middle of the floor, dancing with a tall wall of muscles and chub.
Damn, you had barely been here for a few minutes and you had already scored yourself a partner for the night. Maybe you don’t need his help with this one? He begins drinking from his small glass of some sort of booze he doesn’t care to remember the name of and then he notices the cat ears, wings, and tail on the taller man with you. The instant sting of shock shooting through his body makes him choke on his drink, Angel instinctually trying to set his food down before it spills across the floor. 
He does a double take and no, he’s not hallucinating. You are dancing with the overlord of gambling himself and his first concern is if you know who he is.
You in fact do not recognize him and are more focused on the way he’s dancing with you. He’s certainly being respectful, but he’s also not so subtly drawing his paws across your body. No groping occurs, but you get the feeling he’s eyeing you up. Strangely, you enjoy it, allowing him to draw you in, briefly passing your own paws over his suit, feeling the muscles and meat underneath the tailored fabric.
Passionately, intimately, the dance goes on, a whole circle formed of all the admirers from the crowd. All eyes are on you two but you don’t care, far more interested as to just who this man is. Every turn and step leads right back to him. You dare turn your head away, he guides your gaze back to his own, each of you staring into the other’s mask, wondering just who it is that has deigned to be your dance partner for the night.
You’re not sure how long it is before you’re suddenly twirled around and dipped in his arms, the dance ending with your masks within kissing distance of each other. A few moments pass and neither of you move, staring at each other in silent contemplation until he speaks for you.
“Beautiful…” He stands up, pulling you with him, your heart pounding in your chest. “Are you plannin’ on stickin’ around?”
You turn your head to the familiar sight of Angel’s pink fur and see him enthusiastically giving you a double thumbs up. Smiling, you nod at your partner. “Of course, especially now that I’ve found a reason to stay.”
He chuckles, his wings lightly flapping and his tail swaying. “Didn’t know you were a charmer.”
“I try.” With that, you two walk off, holding each other’s paws in intrigue. For the next few hours the two of you eat, drink, and laugh, Angel keeping the rest of the party goers distracted with his mere presence alone. Anything to keep whatever this is between you two going for as long as possible. Of course, when the clock ticks closer to midnight is when Angel receives a text.
Pulling out his phone, he chokes on his drink, spitting out the booze onto the floor when he sees Val telling him the Vees are coming back from their little vacation, he in particular being struck with new inspiration and insisting they all return to the tower at once. 
Of course, Velvette makes no effort to inform you, your phone remaining silent. It's only when Angel bursts through the door into the room that you’re aware something is wrong.
“Angel? What’s wrong?” You ask, nearly standing up from your relaxed position on the love seat.
“We gotta go, now! The Vees are comin’ back to the tower!” Angel grabs your arm dragging to your feet and toward the door.
“Wha– now?! But they were supposed to be gone until tomorrow!” You protest, not quite ready to end the night you were spending with this lovely man.
“The Vees–?” Husk attempts to interject but is ignored.
“No time! Come on!” Angel keeps pulling you towards the door, wanting to get back as soon as possible so as to not incur the wrath of your respective owners.
“Doll, what’s going on? What’s this about the Vees?” You turn to see your partner holding on to your other arm, worry and concern in his voice.
Of course, as much fun as it was tonight, being with him and laughing without a care in the world, it wasn’t going to last. At the end of the day, you’re just a failed model belonging to one of the worst women in hell. You had no chance with this stranger whose company you enjoyed so much.
You pull your arm away from him, snapping your necklace off and shoving it into his paws. “I wish I could stay, but there’s not enough time. I’ll remember you.” And that’s all you can say before finally running away with Angel, the man watching the both of you leave. 
You wipe your tears as you run through the streets, hopefully you’ll be able to get back to the tower in time. Winding alleyways, close calls with local murderers and muggers, and nearly being spotted by several cameras were some of the few risks you took to get back to the tower unseen. And once back inside your room, the two of you rushed to reorganize everything, putting back your dresses, the heels, and hiding the mask.
You give Angel a stack of money for his trouble, as well hoping to back up your story to Velvette and Val in case they get suspicious from Vox’s partial footage. In what feels like minutes after you get back into your original outfit, Velvette is bursting through the door ranting up a storm.
“Ugh, can you believe Val cut our vacation short?! And Vox didn’t even try to protest! Honestly, that bloody piss baby and his sugar daddy is the reason why I can’t go anywhere! Come on, you! We got work to do!” She’s busy tapping away at her phone, likely on her alt accounts making trash talk posts about her colleagues.
“Yes, Velvette.” You sigh, knowing she’s already ignoring you with the way she’s talking at you.
You’re exhausted by the time morning arrives and Velvette has deemed it appropriate for you to do whatever you want. Your first instinct is to just go back to your room, but it's not going to be that easy, especially since a very familiar suit wrapped around a muscly belly has spotted you.
Like a deer in headlights, you freeze, watching in shock and awe as the handsome old man approaches you. His muzzle carries a rugged scowl, making him look perpetually pissed off, but you can see in his eyes that he’s as enamored with you, if not more than you are with him. Only difference being that he hasn’t essentially turned into a statue.
Feeling returns to your body when you jump at his paw holding yours. “You’re even more handsome without the mask.” His bassy voice is filled with admiration and your heart skips a beat when his lips press against the back of your paw in a gentle kiss.
You open your mouth to say something but are interrupted when your fur starts bristling.
“Oi! Who’s this old geezer laying hands on my model? And what’s this about masks?” Velvette sounds utterly offended and disgusted at the sight of Husk and the way he’s touching you.
Husk immediately notices the little jump you make when you take a step back from him, holding your arm against you. “I don’t know. He just walked up to me and kissed my hand.” You look away but can feel his eyes narrowing at you before focusing on Velvette.
“Mornin’, Ms. Velvette. Name’s Husk, the overlord of gambling.” His tone is almost instantly cold when he starts talking to you, in stark contrast to the almost loving cadence he had with you.
“And what do you think you’re doing with a failed model like him?” Velvette crosses her arms, raising a brow at him.
“Failed? In my opinion, he has you beat in the looks department. And I ain’t just talking about that rugged round face of his.” He smirks at you and you can feel the heat rushing to your cheeks.
Velvette almost snaps back at him, before her eyes squint with realization. She turns to you, borderline huffing and puffing. “You went to that party last night, didn’t you?! No wonder he’s talkin’ like he thinks he knows you!” She scoffs with a cackling smile on her face, stalking towards you like a predator. “Listen here you decrepit flabby tub of lard! No one in their right mind would ever get with such an unattractive waste of food like you! You are  nothing more than a waste of space who should take a dive off–!”
She’s interrupted by a cane with a dice topper pushing her away from you. You can feel the tears poking out against the corners of your eyes, your heart pounding in your chest. You don’t even remember when your back was against the wall.
“Do we got a problem?” Velvette scowls at Husk.
“How much you want for him?” Husk asks, standing between the two of you.
She scoffs, a disbelieving smirk on her features. “Really? You want this sad sack of ugly?”
“You say he’s a failed model, right? Then why not hand him off to someone else who can put him to better use?” Husk asks, his voice flat and nothing but business with her.
Velvette thinks about it for a minute before giggling. “You know what? Have him!” Pulling out what you recognize as your contract with her, she roughly shoves into his open hand, the ethereal manacle around your neck turning from a dark pink to a bright gold and extending to Husk’s paw. “He’s your problem now! Enjoy the useless doll you mangy mutt!” She turns on her heel and walks away, laughing like a hyena.
You’re not entirely present for the walk to the limousine, almost feeling like a fever dream that you were finally free from Velvette, only returning to your senses when you feel Husk’s arm wrapping around you. 
“Don’t you listen to her. You are one of the most handsome men in hell I’ve ever seen. And I love it when they have some meat on their bones. Because that just means there’s more of you to love.” You don’t get a chance to say anything when he unexpectedly leans down and plants a kiss right on your lips. And you can’t help but feel on cloud 9 when the limo starts driving away from VTower, and your special necklace is once again dangling around your neck.
“Name’s Husk, sweetness. What’s yours?”
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randomfoggytiger ¡ 21 days ago
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Fox Mulder, a Father: Compilation
Celebrating Mulder's Father's Day (a bit belatedly) by pulling together past posts and fic recs on the subject of fatherhood.
Have fun!
META
"Proving" Mulder Knew He Was the Father of Scully's Baby
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Mulder Was a Father, Even in the Desert
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FICS
"Well, I Know It's a Boy" (Ao3)
Fox was holding him when she dropped by the next day, mouth agape in pride as his child wriggled against his shoulder. He’d politely surrendered his charge over to her zealous hands, nodding gently towards the bedroom with a mouthed, "Resting."
Season 8 Maggie Scully meets her newest grandson.
"Doesn’t Make Him Less of a Miracle” (Ao3)
But like all aspects in life, there were prices to be paid for peace; and little William Mulder-Scully chose closing time on an already hectic Monday to exact that price.
AU: Mulder tries to fight colonization and wrangle his "sea monster" child at the local ball pit.
"The Little Uber Scullys" (Ao3)
Wrinkling his nose, William fake gagged. "Ew, Mom."
"Ew yourself. Now, go wash up, stinky boy. You've got an early hair appointment tomorrow."
"Ooh, stinky boy," her dad chuckled, chasing Will's ribs while her brother ducked and dodged the exit assault.
AU: Mulder and William discover Lily's slugging habits.
Son of Egypt (Ao3)
A frantic, thorough, and looping search confirmed it: the Will Van De Kamp born to Samantha Van de Kamp existed only after William Mulder-Scully was adopted out.
AU: William realizes he's been raised in the crumbling ruins of the Consortium.
“There’s the Moon Again” (Ao3)
“And then… what? He, he just waltzes out of our lives and back to his fairy tale? Is that it, Mulder? Is that what always….” She stopped, tried to halt her shaking shoulders. Sipped her hot coffee and blinked her eyes and avoided his head-turn as long as she could.
“Scully,” he said, his voice lowered with conviction. “He’s ours until you say so.”
COLLECTOR'S EDITION FIC LISTS
Fics That Fit My Niche "Dad!Mulder" Likes
Everyone's been going wild for Mulder the Family Man-- understandable-- so I threw together my favorite fics/meta (because they're just as good to me) in one big hodge podge.
MORE Fics That Fit My Niche “Dad!Mulder” Likes
You know I had to do it.
It took almost a week, but here it is: Round Two.
Dad!Mulder, His "Mini Me"s, and Sports 
Mulder deserved to bond with his "mini me"s over any sport under the sun. Here are a few fics that do just that.
S9, The Season of Secret Dad (Long Fics) 
There will never be enough content to make up for the robbery of canon post S8– parenthood and readjustment and healing for Mulder and Scully with their son, whether that has a Conspiracy attached to it or not. These fics try to bridge that gap (and shoutout to @welsharcher’s coining of the phrase “Season of Secret Dad”.)
Thanks for reading~
Enjoy!
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Boys like you
Rafe Cameron x reader
she/her
summary: who hasn’t vowed to never fall for the school “manwhore”.
⟡ high school au ⟡
obx master list
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sitting in the middle of Mr Waynes class,ear bud in one ear, your just filling up your paper with small smiley faces and flowers in the middle of notes.
You originally signed up for fashion marketing but spots filled up quick so they gave you the next best alternative, sports marketing.
You were sat at a table with Jj Maybank who luckily for you was quiet as a mouse. He slept most of the time and only bothered you for answers. You guys shared one or two conversations but nothing much was said, just surfing and who has snacks.
Then there was Topper, by far the best classmate you can have. He wasn’t annoying, gave you answers if you asked, never said any offensive to you or others. But he was more like a pet to the other boys.
And by others boy I mean Rafe Cameron. ───────────────────
Rafe Cameron
Where do you start?
He’s “the man”
He’s an asshole
He’s the class president
He’s a manwhore
He’s pretty versatile
But man he’s hot.
Rafe Cameron, he’s the kid that knew how to ride a dirt bike, who played every sport, the fastest runner, hell he was even the liner leader in primary school .He was the coolest kid ever.
He made the varsity football team freshman year. (the only one too)
Rafe was nice and funny, he was the kid who invited everyone to his birthday party and not just because of the present.
He’s the one who brought cake to school for his birthday, not cupcakes.
But now he’s genuinely a bitch.
Everyone is now a bitch, ever since middle school where people hit puberty and got social media. You ate the snapchat filters up though.
You know how boys get after a certain age, they get stinky, gross, horny, angry, big ego maniacs.
Could you be exaggerating? Yes
Were you? Yes
Back to Rafe and Topper.
Topper being practically a servant to the other boys due to the fact he was younger and practically worshiped them.
He did everything they asked him too like do their laundry after a game or do their homework. The Water boy type.
Rafe and his clique being aboustly dogs.
Always parading the halls shouting and screaming for no absolutely reason.
It’s always something amongst the lines of “yo Cameron what’s up?” Or “Rafe my man!” And my favorite which isn’t even a word is when they start catcalling girls.
Even worse when it’s freshman, they know their freshman’s which makes it creepy but surprisingly none of them hooked up with one.
There was one time where they actually played football in the halls during lunch and even broke a clock on the wall but they all walked away with not even a warning from the principal but instead giggles like he was a teenage girl.
Teenage boys are guenily demons and you were in a class full of them.
You weren’t the only girl taking the class, the only other one was a Grace. She on the cheer team and she 100% took this class just for the boys.
She never once interacted with you, she liked to think she was the only girl in the class.
you weren’t annoyed with the fact that she blocked you out when Mr Wayne asked if you wanted to be sat together but she instied on seating with football guys so she can “cheer them on”
She was on jv.
It honestly didn’t surprise you when they said the most objectifying and sexist things to her and she just giggled and twirled her hair.
As you sat in your thoughts you were snapped out by jj.
“Um hello earth to y/n? He said poking the arm your head was laying on
“Oh um my bad, what’s up?” You say blinking your eyes
“Did you hear anything Mr Wayne said? You were like gone. But anyways we have to do a group project. Something about football teams stupid mascots” he said trying to read the hand out.
“Oh do you wanna be in a group then? I would go with Grace but I think she already has her team!” you sarcastically cheered earning a chuckle from someone at the table
You look up to see Rafe Cameron.
“Im actually dead that’s literally her” he smiles
“Uh where’s topper?” You ask jj
“Oh he’s not here and the rest of the guys were gonna group and leave him by himself but that isn’t right so I’m just gonna work by myself for now until next class” he said as he pulled out his laptop
“Oh well that’s pretty nice of you, although I expect that behavior from them.” You smack your lips tuning to jj.
“So what are we thinking” you ask the blonde
“Well I saw a clip of a mascot ‘swollowing’ a lady at a game on TikTok” he giggled pulling his phone out looking it up
“Well that’s a start” you say taking out your laptop
“Ooh and you know that one insanse ass kitty, the mascot does like insane shit like the table push up thing, and it even makes TikTok’s” he stuck his tounge out
“I tried that once, broke my sunglasses and the table” Jj added
“Okay we can use that one, what is it to I can put it down?” You ask opening google slides
“Oh uh I don’t know..” he said with a puzzled looked
“Look it up or something we gotta put the school, mascots name and stuff” you order him
“Ugh now this is starting to get boring” he groans
“This is group work jay.” You complain
“It’s Cosmo” The other blonde perked up from his laptop
“Huh?” Jj asked
“Cosmo the cougar, you know? BYU. He like trains with the football team I think” Rafe added
“Even Rafe helped me, get it together jj or no snacks for a week” you scolded him
“Hey I’m giving you these mascots so I’m working !”
Another 10 minutes pass and you have fiannly filled out the first mascot.
“Okay now another one” you say placing your laptop on the desk from your lap
“Mm you know that one that flies across the stadium. It’s like a gator or something”
“Okay first of all if it’s flying I’m sure it’s not going to be an alligator. I saw that one too but I’m positive it was a falcon”
“Mmm no”
“Mmm yes”
“Y/n’s right. The Atlanta Falcons” Rafe chimed in
“Told you! Thank you Rafe” you sang typing
“How do you know so much anyway?” Jj asked
“Uh well you know how some peoples thing are like kiss cams or halfcourt shots? Mine is the mascots, I’ve loved them since I was little. They’re so funny and cute” he smiled
“Like Benny the bull, or Blue from the colts-”
“Ooohh! I know that one. He’s always throws a pie in someone’s face or twerking” you laugh
“With the party favors in his nose” he starts laughing too
“Okay quick, what color are they?” You quiz him
“Pink and green” he crosses his arm
“College?”
“Indianapolis”
“Jersey number?”
“Zero”
“Animal.”
“anthropomorphic blue horse.” He fake yawns in his seat.
“Damn Rafe” you say oddly impressed
“What can I say? I know my shit” he said with a smirk plastered on his face
“I could use your help with this. I’ll give you gushers for the rest of the month”
“Hey no those are mine!” Jj whined
“Shut it jj, at least Rafes helping. Now this is an example of a good classmate. Take notes” you huff at the blonde
“Why don’t we just work together? I’ve only gotten two done and it’s the same ones you have anyways.”
“Yeah you and topper can join ours. I already decorated the slides and you can critique the information”
“Yeah I can do that”
“I’m down if that means less work for me” jj said opening a tab to play papas Freezeria
“Whatever. So I was thinking we can do Benny the bull next.”
“Hand me the laptop and I’ll need a pack of gushers right now for power.” Rafe jokingly ordered earning a small laugh from you
You and Rafe got to work. It was now 2:02 and you guys were able to get 70% of the work done. You decided to wait for next class so topper and jj can put their work in.
“Okay so next class we just need to write about the brand marketing and its impact and look up statistics with it but we’ll just leave that to Topper. ” Rafe defeately closed the laptop
“Honestly can’t believe you knew all that information but at least we got it done quick with that freaky little brain” you lay back in your chair sighing
“With your quick typing skills mixed with my freaky brains we make a great team” he smiled pulling out his phones
“Ugh we got like an hour left” you cry whipping out your phone
“I texted Topper and he said he’ll get on it when he can.” Rafe said texting from his phone
“Depending that it’s him he’ll finish it by dinner” you giggle
“I bet before the class is over” jj placed his bet
“Hmm what?” Rafe asked confused
“Looks he’s already doing it” Jj said with his open laptop
Peeking over at his screen you all saw his profile noting that’s active on the shared slides.
“He’s a cute little nerd” you joke as you put your last edits following putting your laptop away in your bag.
“Well you know since we’re done I think I’m gonna head out to the bathroom..” Jj said as he gathered his things
“Mr W I’m gonna go take a wazz” Jj said swinging his backpack on his back and heading out the door.
“He’s not coming back is he?” Rafe asked
“At least i don’t have to deal with him” Mr Wayne huffed
“Ayee I need to take a wazz too Mr W??” Kelce attempted to leave early
“Nice try but you wait till the bell. You group hasn’t even gotten past the first slide which is just your names and not even the title.” He said sternly earning groans
You look through your bag trying to find a quick snack
“Come on not even a piece of gum?” You say rummaging through the bag as the hunger slowly grows
“I got gum” Rafe perks up from his phone
“Thanks” you say as you watch him open his bag
“I have fruity or mint, ur pick”
“Um I’ll will take fruity”
As he gets the pack out your stomach grows
“Ugh I’m so hungry” you say as he begins to hand you the gum
“Wait did you have lunch?” He asked with a cocked brow
“Uh yeah like a slice of pizza, but I have A lunch so that was at like 11 so it feels like forever ago!” you groan trying to grasp the pack out of his hands
“You see they have lunch so early yet give us like 20 minutes when the line takes 15.”
“And they don’t let us DoorDash and I don’t have my car right now which sucks because I can’t even go off campus” you guys begin to rant
“The McDonalds line took like almost my whole lunch period because literally everyone in town is there” Rafe says before his stomach starts to growl
“Ugh I can go crazy for a 7/11 anything right now” you say with your hands on your head
“Wait, you wanna leave early and go get food?” Rafe says with a lightbulb practically above his head
“Theres no way Mr Wayne is going to let us leave early after them” you say trying not to get your hopes up
“Come on he likes me. We actually did our work so” he says getting up with his bag
You watch him confidently strut towards Mr Ws desk. He bends down a little closer to him, flashing his perfect white teeth and ends the conversation with a fist bump and a smile from Mr Wayne you haven’t seen since the first day.
As Rafe headed out the door he turned to you and sent a wink. Before you could make up what was happening you heard Mr Wayne call out your name.
“Y/n, you’re needed in the office.” He said before going back to his computer
You begin to gather you things and walk out the door.
As you enter the hallways you let out a sigh of relief as Rafe stands up from the wall.
“Voila” Rafe said with a dopey smirk
“Didnt know you could do it Cameron. How’d you bribe him?”
“I actually babysit his daughter so I’m already on his good side. I just asked if we could go” he said grabbing his keys out his pocket
“You’re actually my savior today. First with work and now this ? King.” you praise him while you follow him out the building
Soon you guys reach to his car which was 100x nicer than your hand me down. Hence why you don’t have it right now.
“So what are we thinking?” Rafe asked opening the passenger door for you.
“Thank you, um you chose you’re driving” you answer as he shuts the door
You watch him put your bags in the back seat and walk around the car to get in.
Never in your high school life you think you would be cutting class with THE Rafe Cameron.
“Uh are you down for Taco Bell?” He huffs getting in the seat and staring the car
“Omg yes Nacho fries sound so good right now” you smile
“Oh my god I love Nacho fries too. Literally why do they take them away, it feels like a punishment.” He said pulling out of his painted spot
“They take them away for like a month yet it feels like years. They need to be permanently on the menu. It’s like the one thing the world collectively agrees on.”
“Nacho Fries keeps peace” Rafe chuckled agreeing
Rafe soon connected his music playing L$D
“Oh my god you listen to Rocky?”
“Um yeah duh? He’s amazing”
“Oh my god I love him. Him, Kendrick and Drake have to be my favorite artist” you say fangirling over the men
“Oh my god you just got cooler” he comment
“I try adding some of A$AP ROCKY to our team playlist but they claimed LVL and Purity were weird and depressing.” He looked at you annoyed
“I bet they listen to Kanye and Yeat to get in the zone” you roll your eyes
“They do and it’s not even their good songs too”
You guys continue on talking and just enjoy the car ride together.
Soon enough you guys get to Taco Bell, ordering through the drive thru of course.
“Okay what do you want? On me don’t worry about it” Rafe asks
“No it’s fine I can pay for myself-"
“I said don’t worry about it-”
“Yeah but you drove at least let me pay-”
“No I can pay I offered and picked Taco Bell-”
“Yeah but-”
But before you could argue back Rafe pulled up to the voice box
“Uhh Yeah let me get a combo meal and nacho fries with a Pepsi” he said his order
“And you want..?” He tuned to ask
“Uh same thing actually” you said surprisingly
“Two of those please. And can I get a pack of Cinnabons”
After he was done ordering you could’ve help but think of how much you had in common with Rafe.
A very unlikely pair, or so you thought.
When it came to the window you got your Apple Pay about to offer to pay
“Don’t even think about it. I’m paying” Rafe said without looking at you
“Oh come on.”
Fast forward 10 minutes and Rafe arrived to the local park.
You guys were walking towards the picnic tables ready to devour your seasonal items.
Looking through the tables you guys picked the one underneath a tree with the least amount of bird poop.
You sit across from of eachother and you guys begin digging in. You sit in silence, a few thank you’s for napkins and sauces. Just listening to birds. A comfortable silence.
“So you have a game tomorrow right?” You ask, both almost finished
“Yeah, it’s against MHS” the other school in town, the rivalry team.
“I think we’re gonna win, me and the boys have been practically on the field 24/7 practicing, if we wins this then we make playoffs.”
“Hmm yeah I’ve seen you guys play, not too bad. I would say you guys are just as good as running your mouths” you raise your brows taking your last bite
“Thanks I guess” he laughs
“You think Grace is gonna wear your number in the stands? $5 if there’s a sign” you half joke with the blonde
“Um oddly no, she’s trying for Kelce now”
“God who in our school hasn’t tried for Kelce” you roll your eyes
“Oh come on he’s a dime, one of the best looking guys at out school, after me of course”
“Oh my god your head is as big as the football feild” you laugh at him
“Hey! You have to admit I’m a pretty good looking guy, inside and out.”
“More or less”
“Um more duh?” Rafe somewhat joked
“Fine if im not the hottest guy at school then who is hmm?” He said with an interested look on his face
“Oh please like I waste my time ranking you dogs”
“Come on you’re gonna say you been with these dudes for like 8 years and you never once thought any of them were cute?”
“Yes”
“Oh you’re so full of crap, were teenagers we tell ourselves we’re in love with the first lick of attention” Rafe crossed his arms over his chest
“Yeah but with a school full of kooks it’s not that very hard to get the ick.”
“Seriously? You’re not gonna give me anything huh? Wait are you like...” he started to lower his voice
“Like what?” You ask
“you know….playing for the other team…”
“RAFE I KNOW YOU DID NOT ASSUME IM LESBIAN”
“WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE ITS A BAD THING”
“ITS NOT!- it’s, idk it just that you don’t bring home one guy and your mom starts giving you hints she’s an ally” you wince
“Sorry for assuming but thinking about it you’ve never had a boyfriend or like been like on the market tho”
“And is that bad?”
“No it’s just surprising, I’ve seen you close with Maybank and Heyward ,and your pretty so I would expect you do like at least have some game” Rafe commented
“Rafe did you just call me pretty and lonely at same time” you say with pink both creeping up on your cheeks
“Uh- yeah but um yeah your good looking but I would like assume you would do something with it or like you know fall in love I don’t know-”
“Yeah ok I get what you’re trying to say” you cut off the very uncomfortable boy
“I just don’t want to waste my time, I know boys like you. They act so nice for the first 5 minutes just to get in your pants”
“Boys like me? What’s that supposed to mean” Rafe now offended
“Don’t act all innocent, I’ve heard about you and pouges”
Pouges being the underclassmen.
“Yes I admit I have fun but it’s not Maybank who’s with a new girl practically every lunch.” He scoffs
“Well not exactly you but our whole class, hell even the jv team have their spot in the school..”
“Yeah they are man whores….but not all of us our like that you know” he saw trying to bargain with you
“Matter in fact despite all the rumors I’ve never once been in love”
“Well no duh-”
“Let me finish, I’ve been on dates and I unfortunately admit I have slept with 3 people my whole career”
“Career is crazy”
“But they were never more. I’ve always wanted to find my person but we’re in high school so the bar is very low. No matter how many first dates I have there never seconds ones, some girls just agree because they think their gonna get something out of it.”
“Yeah sums up high school” you place your chin on your palm
“But sorry for assuming anything, I hate when there’s rumors spreading about me and jj but it’s all just for people to score gossip points” you apologize to the boy
“So you and Maybank never been a thing?” he sounded, hopeful?
“No, the rumor started because I’m the only person that tolerates him.” You said blankly
“Go figure”
Soon enough it’s 3:30pm and Rafe gets a text from his coach
“Well I gotta be back at school before 4 for practice, let me drop you off so I can hear topper complain about being benched tomorrow”
“He’s not even that bad of a player too, the guys just don’t wanna pass to him” you laugh
“Ouch y/n you’re supposed to be cheering me on not him??” He placed his hand over his heart
“Don’t worry I’ll paint an R on my face and make you a big poster saying QB? More like QT” you hum
“Ohh that’s a good one”
“Surprised Grace hasn’t came up with that one yet”
“Thank god I rather you have it” he says smiling at your
For a minute you guys sit there, smiling at eachother. Like your eyes are doing the talking
“Alright let’s go before it gets late” you say clearing your head
“Yeah”
In the car you played your playlist adding eachother on Spotify.
The car ride home wasn’t too far but all the laughs you guys shared made the car ride feel like seconds.
Soon enough Rafe pulls in your drive way, handing you your back from the back.
“Thank you Rafe, for the ride and nacho fries.” You say unbuckling
“No problem but I expect to see you in the front of the student section tomorrow with my sign, if not I will lose the game”
“Oh please calm down, I’ll see if I can go”
“I’m serious if I don’t see you I won’t play.” He said raising his arms up
“Haha very funny I’ll see you next week in class”
“Hmm no tonight” he said no letting it go
“Rafe I’m serious I might have to watch my brother tomorrow”
“Okay I’ll buy his ticket” he said pulling his wallet out.
Oh he’s serious?
“No Rafe he’s 3, I’m not taking a toddler alone to a football game” you say pushing his wallet back
“Hmm well guess I’ll have to see you Saturday night then?”
Omg.
“Rafe Cameron are you asking me out on a date ?” You say calmly but you are internally SCREAMING.
“Yeah I am. Don’t tell me you will never go out with a guy like me because I genuinely will lose our game tomorrow” he said with a somewhat serious tone
“Assuming that you guys win tonight-”
“Mmm more like knowing” the blonde interrupted
“Either way, if you guys win don’t you have your ritual 2 day party”
“Yeah but it’s like every weekend at this point so what if I miss one?” He gave you dopey smile
“And don’t say we can go together because a party ain’t a date, I plan to take you out to the mainland”
“Oh so you already planned this date I haven’t even said yes too?”
“Yeah I got the idea when we were talking about music in the car, there’s a venue I wanna take you too. My dad is in the process of remodeling it so we can play manger for a day and see who he books”
“Hmm, how about this. If you win tonight then I’ll go.” You say getting out the car
“So I’ll pick you up at 11, and so we’ll catch the ferry on time?” He smirked knowingly the answer already
“See you then.” But before you can shut the door he speaks up
“Wait I need your number. I’m not gonna slide in your dms that’s boring”
“Oh you’ll get it, trust me” you say shutting the door and heading inside.
Rafe didn’t know what you meant but he trusted you.
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Rafes POV
It’s Friday night, and I still have yet to get her number.
Even thought I brought her lunch as a peace offering she still wouldn’t budge.
I’m on the field right now, we basically annihilated the other team.
Luckily there’s 3 minutes left in the game and we’re 42-11
Are we surprised?
We’re all just half assing it and taunting the pissed of jocks because there’s no way the MHS panthers can come back from this one.
As I’m out in the field I hear the student section chant
“Raptors, Raptors, we can fight! Panthers, Panthers say good night!”
As I look into student sections I see Grace up in the front with her sign, but instead of Kelce written all over it, it was a phone number.
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* unedited I just wanted to get this out my drafts :)
Trying to get back into writing because I have officially finished my school work and now waiting on graduation 🐟🐟
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jnnul ¡ 2 years ago
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PAIRING ▸ husband!jay park x fem!reader
GENRES ▸ fluff, domestic love, husband!au, parents!au, a snippet of what i think jay's life would look like in like 15 years
WARNINGS ▸ mentions of (past/others') pregnancy, uhh i think that's it
WORD COUNT ▸ 1k words
AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ nothing super big but i was writing something else and then suddenly i was writing husband!jay. not sure either <3
"good morning, my love," your husband says from behind you, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple as he goes about fixing himself a mug of coffee.
"good morning, jay," you say with a smile, flipping the omelette in the pan to ensure both sides were well done before then flipping it into the plate next to the stove.
"when did you get home last night? ria, danny, and i missed you," jay says, taking a seat at the barstool at the counter so that he could be in the same space as you.
you turn to him, only to see him already staring at you as though you had hung the sun itself in the sky. you smile, sliding the plate over so that he could start eating before your rowdy children could come and fight their father for breakfast.
"i think around midnight. i'm sorry i had to miss barbie night," you say with a pout, focused on cracking the next egg in the pan carefully.
"oh don't worry about it. is your friend alright?" jay asks, getting out of his seat to grab the bottle of ketchup from the fridge. you nod absentmindedly, mentally trying to track the number of eggs you needed to feed your hungry little monsters (who were still sound asleep) and yourself and jay.
"yeah. in fact, it turns out that she's pregnant!" you exclaim, and jay can't help but smile at the excitement in your voice. "it would explain the sudden flu-like symptoms."
jay offers you a bite of his omelette as you rush around the kitchen. you accept it happily, giving him a thumbs up as you hurry to flip the next omelette.
"i had a feeling from a couple of weeks ago, honestly. i just didn't want to say anything in case it wasn't something that her and her boyfriend wanted," you explain and jay nods in agreement.
"especially since he's in the army. it's a tough decision. i mean we were married for two years before we even thought of danny," jay says and you smile, nostalgia filling the air.
"do you ever miss that? the honeymoon phases and all of the romantic stuff that we used to do before the kids?" you ask, strangely nervous about jay's answer.
jay ponders for a moment before shaking his head no, finishing off the last of his omelette cleanly.
"no. i mean our life might be a lot less 'romantic' and a lot more chaotic because of ria and danny but there's no place i'd rather be than with my kids and my beautiful, smart, and amazing wife," jay says, getting up to accept the next omelette. he sets down his now refilled plate, wrapping his arms around your waist and rocking the two of you side to side.
"i know. honestly, our teenage years were nice. what, with the sneaking out of the house and the awkward prom pictures and everything but this is perfect. barbie nights and spending time with my perfect husband and my little angels?" you sigh, contended, as jay hums and rests his chin on your shoulder.
"keep saying things like that and we're going to have to add to the list of angels running around the house," jay says, his voice deep and full of promise. you clear your throat, a sudden heat rushing up your spine, about to somehow refute his statement when you hear the telltale signs of little feet padding down the stairs and you just barely manage to push jay off of you in time for danny and ria to come down the stairs.
"mama! dad! i'm hungry! i already brushed my teeth! ria didn't so she's stinky stinky but my teeth are sparkly," danny says, rushing up to jay to show off his pearly white teeth.
ria whines in protest, clamoring with all of her five year old might to show her father her clean teeth as well. "daddy, dandan's lying! i brushed my teeth! even all the way in the back!"
"baby, i believe you but remember what i told you? that dandan's gotta watch you brush your teeth just to make sure you're doing it right?" jay says gently, lifting his daughter up to press a kiss to her cheek, laughing when his nine year old son pouts and rushes to your side instead.
"mama, why doesn't dad say 'good job' even though i brushed my teeth?" danny says, fisting your skirt with a heartbroken tone that tugs at your heartstrings and you turn around to fix jay with a glare.
"dandan, good job buddy! i'm so proud of you! in fact, i'm so proud of you that i want you to have the first omelette," jay says, conceding his omelette to danny and ruffling his hair.
your son is easily appeased by the affections of his father and takes his seat at the counter to eat happily and jay gives you a coy wink before pressing another kiss to your forehead.
"let me take my princess to brush her teeth - again," jay adds on at the end when he sees the protest bubbling up in ria's eyes. "you make sure my buddy gets to eat as many omelettes as he wants, okay?"
"daddy! be nice to mommy! you have to say please!" ria scolds jay, pointing her little finger in her father's face.
"yeah! dad, remember a gentleman always says please and thank you to his lady," danny says with a mouthful of omelette and you abandon your post to scoop up your son in a loving embrace.
"oh my god, he's growing up! you used to teach him how to read and now he's telling you how to be a gentleman; soon enough, he'll be telling that to his own kids," you cry out and jay rolls his eyes playfully.
"oh ew! mama, no thanks," danny says, crinkling his nose and making such a funny expression that you and jay can't help but laughing, causing danny and ria to laugh as well.
and your heart is so full. so full because this isn't just today's antics but the beautiful reality you get to experience for the rest of your life.
everything is perfect.
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“Who Delt It?” 
The THIRD Bad Batch Comedy One Shot in the ONE SHIT SERIES!
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Background: Five people on a small ship with one bathroom. Need I say more?
Word count: 392 words
Warning: Farts, stinky humor, pretty tame stuff for Tumblr
“Well, I’m ready for a nap!” Echo leaned back in the co-pilot's seat and closed his eyes. 
“Likewise. Unfortunately, the Marauder won’t fly herself.” Tech sipped his caf enthusiastically, firing up the ship to take off. 
The Batch had just finished a mission on an Outer Rim planet and made friends with the locals there. The locals insisted they share a huge cauldron of stew the community ate together... 
...unfortunately, it ran through EVERYONE in the squad by varying degrees and resulted in some...flatulence. 
“OOF! WHAT THE KRIFF??? WRECKER!!!” Echo screwed up his face in utter disgust. 
“HEEYY, it wasn’t ME!”  
“You ALWAYS state that Wrecker. Whomever smelt it is NOT definitive proof of whomever delt it.” Tech pinched his nose while speaking, his voice sounding comical with a partially obstructed airway. 
Echo frantically waved the offending vapors away, “BLEH!” More dramatic facial expressions. 
Wrecker sat angrily, arms crossed, sulking he had been wrongly blamed. 
At that moment Hunter emerged from the fresher, clearly not “privy” to the current conversation, “You know lads, I...” He stopped DEAD, sniffed, coughed, choked, eyes starting to water. “WHAT THE SUN BAKED BANTHA TURD IS THAT???” 
“Wrecker farted!” Echo fanned his face and grimaced. 
“No... cough...can’t be...cough. Doesn’t have the same smell. Undertones are ALL wrong.” Hunter now had his “Tracker Face” on trying to discern the source of the stench. 
“What! You can IDENTIFY people’s farts by their SMELL???” Echo was incredulous. 
Tech interjected “Of course. Hunter IS known for his enhanced sense of smell. That is how Crosshair became LEGENDARY for his flatulence. He earned the ‘Silent But Deadly” moniker. No matter what mission we were on, or who we served with: The 212th, 501st, Coruscant Guard, or any other. Hunter never failed to pick out Crosshair with a shipload of Republic ration eating clones.” 
Hunter chuckled, “Got to be a game for Crosshair after awhile. Silently drop one and watch all the Regs get mad at each other for stinking the place up. He was proud of it really...but Crosshair ain’t here.” Hunter turned to look at the offending party. 
Everyone else turned to face Omega, silently sitting next to Wrecker hand over her nose and mouth. 
“SORRY!” She yelled embarrassingly, jumped off the chair, ran to the refresher, and slammed the door. 
Wrecker threw up his hands, “GEEZ! I CAN’T CATCH A BREAK WITH YOU GUYS!!!” 
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Foxtail & Wolfsbane Part 47
Summary: Your lifelong obsession to hunt down the Nine-Tailed Fox has not gone as expected, and seventeen years later, you find yourself coming back to the place where it all started: Hogwarts. However, with Sirius Black’s escape from Azkaban and Headmaster Dumbledore’s hire of a certain Professor R. J. Lupin, you suddenly find yourself intertwined in the fates of those with whom you thought you had parted ways with long ago.
[Multi-Post Story] [Rowan Scamander x Reader] [Remus Lupin x Reader] [Young Sirius Black x Reader] [Tristan Graves x Reader] [Severus Snape x Reader] *Note: Rowan Scamander, Tristan Graves, Susana Holmes, Cas Carneirus, Henrietta Weiss, Thomas Picquery, and Magdalene Clarke are OC characters.
[Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.]
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“Parcel.”
“Oi, parcel.”
“Lovely, I think Sirius is talking to - ”
“Incoming!”
Thunk!
“Ow, Merlin!” you griped, as a heavy parcel smacked you right in the face.
“Oops, sorry.” Sirius shot you a soft smirk. 
You scowled at him as you picked the parcel back up and put it on the table.
“Pads, please,” Remus sighed, while rubbing your shoulder soothingly.
“I did warn her,” Sirius replied. “She’s the one who decided to ignore me.” He sat down at the table, carelessly slinging one arm over the back of the chair next to him. He ran his hand through his hair, which naturally came to frame his face quite handsomely. “Why’s that, huh? Remus speaks to you, and you respond immediately. But me, you ignore. Care to explain yourself?”
“My mind naturally blocks out insignificant sounds,” you explained matter-of-factly.
“Insigni – Excuse me?” Sirius sputtered.
Meanwhile, you were already busy tearing open the package.
“Oi,” Sirius snapped at you.
Remus looked at him, half-pitying and half-amused. “She can’t hear you again, Pads. She just explained herself, didn’t she?”
“Well, relay my message to her, won’t you?” Sirius said, irritated. “Tell her she’s a stinky, slimy piece of - ”
“Oh my God!” You stood up from excitement, clutching what had been in the parcel – a beautifully engraved book.  The title, in silver detailing, spelt out: The Tales of the Nine-Tailed Fox.  You stared at the cover, wide-eyed and with your heart pounding.  Beneath the title, the script listed your name as the author. 
“Is that - ?” Remus began.
But you suddenly rummaged furiously through the wrapping paper that you’d just ripped off thoughtlessly.  Where is it? Where!? It must be - !
Sirius grinned at Remus. “She can’t hear you either, apparently. You’re insignificant too, Moony."
“Shut it, Padfoot.”
“Aha!” You yanked out a small slip of parchment that must have been laid on top of the book but which you, in your careless opening of the package, had cast aside with the rest of the wrapping paper.  You held it up and read it.  Couldn’t read your writing at all, you numbskull.  If anything’s wrong, that’s on you.  ‘Course, if this does well, I’ll bully you into another book.  It’s high time you realized that there are other creatures, too.  So - ‘Moon Rabbit.’  Look it up.  
You slipped the note in your pocket and then, sitting back down, you opened the book to the first page.  Noticing Remus looking curiously over your shoulder, you pushed the book towards him to read it together.
“Published by Moffat and Hags Publication Co.,” Remus read aloud. “Edited by Rowan Jacob Scamander.”
You flicked over to the next page.  There was an illustration of a winterscape, and the text began with – Considered nothing but a myth among myths for well over a millennia, the Nine-Tailed Fox has long been an elusive creature.   
You closed your eyes tightly. A thousand images flashed through your mind, and in particular, a memory of flurrying tails and bright, silver eyes.
“This is incredible,” Remus said, as he flipped through the pages.
You opened your eyes and you watched as the pages flipped by, featuring information all about the Nine-Tailed Fox.  “Rowan put it all together for me,” you said, awed. “And he said he’d list himself as the main author, but he didn’t. He listed me.”
“Well, as kind as that is, I think it’d be difficult to deny that you were the one to find the Fox,” Remus said, smiling. “That was obvious every time her fox ears and tails came springing out of you.”
“True.” You reached out and closed the book, and you stared at the cover. “But I can’t believe it… I mean, it’s a real publication. How strange.”
“Congratulations,” Remus murmured in your ear, and he placed a sweet kiss on your cheek.
“It was entirely Rowan’s doing,” you said honestly. Still, as amazing as this book must be, it only captures the facts.  It doesn’t capture the most important parts of the Nine-Tailed Fox that I met or the mythical world that I somehow managed to venture into…
“Lovely, are you all right?” Remus whispered to you.
“Hm?”
“You’ve gone off somewhere. I can feel it.”
“Oh…” You blinked. “Sorry, I was just remembering everything.” You turned sideways in your chair and you kissed Remus, telling him wordlessly that you were present again and that he didn't need to worry.
Vaguely, you heard Sirius tease, “All right, the insignificant one must leave,” and he left the room.
Remus pulled you into his lap, then, and as the kiss deepened, Remus easily lost himself in the taste and warmth of you, which to him was more wonderful and wondrous than even the magic of the Nine-Tailed Fox. 
*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *
The next day, Remus was sent on an extremely dangerous mission.  He was to help evacuate a group of goblins that were being continuously hounded by the Death Eaters for information on what was in the Gringotts vaults.  You offered to join, but Mad-Eye stationed you and Sirius – “the reckless ones,” as he put it – as backup at Grimmauld Place. 
“I’ll be all right, Lovely. Don’t you worry about me,” Remus assured you, as the group headed out from Grimmauld Place.
You reached out and squeezed his arm in your hands. “Okay. Come back soon."
Remus began to turn away when, out of nervousness, you heard yourself blurt out, "Make sure you do come back. I'll have tea and chocolates ready for you, okay?" In your own mind, you thought, Why did I say that? As if Remus wouldn't come back if I didn't bribe him with tea and chocolates? But I can't help it. It makes me so nervous when he leaves for these missions.
Sensing your anxiety, Remus turned back.  Slipping past an irate Mad-Eye, Remus came back over to you. Grasping your face in his hands, he kissed you lovingly and murmured, "Okay. Sounds like a date. I'll make sure to be there, Lovely," before he finally left.
Oh. He gets it. Your heart thumped hard, half still in anxiousness and half simply in love. You put your hands up to your face, pressing your cool palms to your warm cheeks. Sirius took one look at you, muttered, "Merlin" and walked out of the hallway.
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The evening seemed to go on forever for you and Sirius.  Frustrated at being cooped up in Grimmauld Place, Sirius paced endlessly in the kitchen.  You tried to make some tea for yourself and Sirius, but neither of you really wanted it, and Sirius' pacing was driving you crazy, so you gave up and left the kitchen.  You headed back to your bedroom, where you made to tidy up.  As you folded the pants you had worn yesterday, you came across Rowan’s note in one of the pockets.  Your fingers traced the words, scrawled in Rowan’s handwriting - ‘Moon Rabbit.’  Look it up.  
Clutching the note, you headed towards the severely underused library of Grimmauld Place.  Ignoring all of the dusty books on blood lineage and Dark Magic, you managed to find an encyclopedia of magical creatures. There was only one, very short paragraph on ‘Moon Rabbit,’ but it was enough for you, at least for now.
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You headed for the stairwell that led to the roof of Grimmauld Place.  On your way, you passed by Sirius’ room.  You could hear him pacing inside.  It's never a good sign when Sirius paces, and he's been doing an awful lot of it lately, you thought. I guess being stuck in Grimmauld Place is really getting to him. You knocked on his door.
Sirius opened the door. “What?” he said gruffly. “They’re not back yet, are they?”
“No. I was going to go up to the roof. Do you want to come with me?”
“The roof? Why?”
“I want to look at the moon.”
Sirius gave you a most skeptical look. “The moon?” He opened the door further and leaned against the doorway. “Isn’t that the most cliché pick-up line ever? Want to go look at the moon with me?” He smirked at you and crossed his arms impressively over his chest.
You sighed. “I knew I would regret trying to be nice to you.”
“Well,” Sirius drawled, with a glint in his eye, “There’s being ‘nice’ and then there’s being ‘frisky’ – Hey!”
Having had enough, you pushed Sirius back into his room and yanked the door shut.  “Never mind, offer rescinded!”
Sirius tried to open the door from the other side, but you resolutely dug your heels in and held the door closed. However, after a minute, Sirius won out and the door flew open.
“Merlin, you don’t give up easy,” Sirius growled. “Or else maybe my being stuck here all the time and doing absolutely shit-all has made me weak, huh?”
You tried to hide how hard you were breathing and merely replied, “If you’re done being foolish, let’s go.  I really do want to look at the moon.”
Sirius shook his head at you, not understanding why you were making such a big deal about the moon. But he kept quiet and followed you up to the roof.
“It’s bloody freezing out here,” Sirius grumbled, as the two of you sat down.
“You should have brought something to wear,” you said, snuggling into your own jumper.
“I didn’t know you were going to drag me out here to look at the moon,” Sirius replied.
You pulled out a jar that you had brought with you and you tapped your wand against it.  Bright blue flames appeared inside the glass.
“Here.” You handed it to Sirius. “That should do the trick. Now, be quiet.”
“Huh?”
“Shush. I need to read.” You pulled out the heavy encyclopedia from under your arm and opened it up in your lap.
“What are you reading for?”
“I said ‘shush.’”
L…M… Mandrake… Moonstone… Ah, Moon Rabbit.  You put your finger down to mark the entry and read silently. “The Moon Rabbit is a mythical figure identified within the dark markings on the near side of the Moon.  It appears as if the Moon Rabbit is pounding with a mortar and pestle.  The Moon Rabbit has appeared as a figure in various different cultures at different times.  In East Asian mythology, the Moon Rabbit is portrayed as a companion of the Moon Goddess, and the Moon Rabbit is seen pounding the Elixir of Immortality for her. From time to time, it is said that the Moon Rabbit must return to Earth to collect the needed herbs.  While on Earth, the Moon Rabbit masquerades as a simple earthly rabbit, save for the silver sheen on its fur, which resembles the moonlight.  Legend says that the Moon Rabbit usually descends to the Earth and ascends back to the Moon from somewhere near the Himalayan Mountains.  However, the Moon Rabbit can jump the entire Earth in one bound, so while many researchers and adventurers have spent their time near the Himalayan Mountains in search of this mythical figure, none have been successful so far.  Frequent travelers of the Himalayan Mountains have, from time to time, reported a strange sound – much like the sounds of the ocean waves – from the mountains, despite the fact that ocean sounds are usually not heard in the mountains.  All of the reports detail the same facts – that these sounds were heard on a foggy night, that the ocean sounds were eerily too-perfect in their rhythm, and that the sounds evoked a strong sense of nostalgia to the listener.  Some Magizoologists hypothesize that this is the sound of the Moon Rabbit arriving at or leaving Earth, or else of the Moon Rabbit jumping through the Mountains, but these theories remain pure conjectures.”
Sirius was grumbling to himself, “I’ve had enough of this,” when you lifted your head and looked up at the full moon.  It was shining quite brightly tonight. 
“I’m going in - ”
“Sirius, look.” You grabbed his arm and nodded at the moon.
“What?”
“Do you see a rabbit on the moon?”
“Huh?”
You tilted your head a little and stared harder at the moon, focusing on the outlines of the shadows. 
“What in Merlin’s name are you talking about?” Sirius wondered. “A rabbit on the moon?”
Hm… I think… I think I see it. You tilted your head a bit more.  Ah, there it is.  The rabbit shape, and yes – I believe the rabbit’s holding a mortar and pestel.
Besides you, Sirius murmured quietly, "Mar always wanted a pet rabbit."
"What?"
"Nothing."
Confused, you repeated what you thought you heard. "Mars has a pet rabbit? Like the planet?"
"What? No."
"Then what? You've always wanted a pet rabbit?"
"No, no. You're getting this all wrong."
"Well then, what did you say?"
"Nothing, forget it. Listen, it's freezing out here and you've completely lost your marbles, so I'm headed inside, all right?" Not waiting for your answer, Sirius handed you back the bell jar of flames and left the rooftop. 
As he disappeared down the stairwell, you called out, "Let me know when Remus is back!"
Sirius stuck his hand back out and waved at you for a moment before disappearing entirely.
What was he talking about? you wondered. Why was he talking about a pet rabbit, when I was talking about a rabbit on the moon?
You looked back up at the moon. Wow, a rabbit on the moon. Of all the times I’ve looked at the moon, I never thought to look for a rabbit. I guess I was too focused on it’s connection to the werewolf, huh?  Especially on nights like these, when it’s a full moon. You slowly brought your knees in and hugged them, so that you could rest your chin on your knees and keep looking up at the Rabbit. So there it is - a Moon Rabbit. Wow.
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Sometime past midnight, Sirius popped his head through the small entryway. “Hey, Remus is back.”
“Oh!” You scrambled off of the roof and ran down to the entrance hallway as fast as you could and – “Remus!” You pushed past the crowd of Order members and started to throw your arms around Remus, but then you stopped yourself to check first - “Are you hurt? Would it hurt to give you a hug?”
Remus shook his head and he pulled you into a very tight hug, squeezing you in his arms. “‘M not hurt,” he said, but you heard him let out a long, heavy sigh.
“Remus?” you said worriedly. Now that you were taking a moment to notice everyone else, you realized that every mission member looked rather peaky and out of sorts.  Arthur was hugging Molly tightly; Bill had his arm comfortingly across Tonks’ shoulders and Tonks' hair was a dim blue; and Elphias was sharing his flask with Dedalus, who shook his head gruffly after he downed a gulp, as if to shake off a bad energy or memory.
“What happened tonight?” you asked, rather fearfully.
“Dementors,” Remus explained. “There was a whole horde of dementors waiting for us tonight.  It was nightfall, and it was raining, which gave them a strong advantage over us.  We were able to fend them off with our Patronuses, but it was difficult and extremely draining.  We had to stand our ground long enough for all of the goblins to get to safety, and it wasn’t a fast move, either.”
“No, it bloody well wasn’t. Damn the goblins and their puny legs,” Mad-Eye grunted, as he stomped past the two of you. Then, he barked out, “Everyone, to the dining room!  We’ve got to give our report! And don’t dawdle – constant vigilance!”
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Everyone shuffled into the dining room. Dumbledore had arrived to hear the report on the mission. Remus took his place with the other front-line Order members, towards the head of the table. You and Sirius sat against the wall to listen in.
As the meeting went on, the bright full moon shining through the window caught your eye.  You stared out the window rather thoughtlessly, with your chin in your hand. 
Meanwhile, Remus was saying, “The alliance with the Dementors may be no surprise, but now that it’s actualized, we cannot underscore the risk that it poses.”
You followed the line of moonlight streaming down from the window – and found that it led you straight to where Remus was sitting.  You smiled a little as you watched him speak to everyone.
It was interesting to see Remus slowly accept that he was no longer a werewolf.  You had always known that Remus was fiercely intelligent and an excellent teacher, but Remus had always shied away from any of his qualities that drew attention to him, on account of his being a werewolf. Now, however, Remus seemed to speak his mind more easily because he felt he could take responsibility for his promises.  Of course, he was still his quiet, thoughtful, and gentle self, and he always would be, but his intelligence and frankly, his mischievousness, were glaringly obvious now.  You now clearly saw why he was a Marauder.  In fact, you realized that while James had been the ringleader of the group, Remus must have been the mastermind of it all.  Stupid ideas would have simply remained ideas if not for Remus John Lupin. All of this meant that Remus, now no longer hindered by his werewolf condition, naturally began to step up as part of the Order leadership.
Still, while Remus marveled at the complete disappearance of his werewolf condition, you thought that the tiniest sliver of it remained within him.  On full moon nights, you swore there was still a silver sheen flickering about somewhere deep within his irises.  And you thought, perhaps, he was a tiny bit more protective over you on such nights.  Remus denied it, but you weren’t so sure. 
Even now, as Dumbledore announced that Voldemort had won over the allegiance of the giants, Remus let out a soft growl, the likes of which you normally never heard from him.  Nobody else caught it, but you did, and you immediately looked at Remus with a knowing look.  Remus paused, and he delicately looked away from you.
When the meeting ended, you came over to Remus. “Was that a growl I heard at the table?”
Keeping his sight directed politely at the floor, Remus replied lightly, “No, I don’t think so.” You both stepped aside at the door to let the others go by first.
Not one to be easily deterred, you leaned into Remus slightly and tried to make eye contact with him, as you questioned, “Are you sure?  I definitely heard something.” 
“Probably Sirius. Padfoot, y’know.”
“Oh yes, Padfoot…”
“Yes,” Remus said, relieved.
You paused for all of one second before you pointed out, “Well, but Padfoot doesn’t growl nearly so deep. He’s just a dog.”
An offended voice broke in at that moment - “Just a dog?”
You turned around to see Sirius, who had evidently been standing behind you and Remus as the rest of the Order emptied out of the room.
“Oh…” You gave Sirius an apologetic smile. “I mean, compared to a wolf, is all.  Y’know how there are theories that dogs are domesticated wolves - ”
“Domesticated?” Sirius repeated, clearly disgusted.
“Pads,” Remus sighed. “It’s not meant to be offensive.”
“Easy for you to say,” Sirius scoffed. “You’re not the one being accused of being the lesser, knock-off version.”
“That’s not what she’s saying.”
You hesitated, and you looked Sirius up and down. “Well…”
“Don’t you dare,” Sirius growled, and his voice was quite deep and rumbly.
You laughed. “All right, maybe it was Sirius that growled,” you relented. You reached out and made to tickle Sirius under his chin. “Aw… The little dog wants to be a wolf. Awww.”
Sirius’ eyes flashed through a hundred different glares (though all murderous) as you lightly tickled his chin and laughed at him. Through gritted teeth, Sirius growled, “Remus, if you care at all for her - ”
Remus hastily grabbed your waist and pulled you away.
“Night!” you called back to Sirius, as you disappeared through the doorway.
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You and Remus walked up the stairs, heading to your bedroom.
“It’s not a bad thing if you have little habits left over,” you mused. “It would only make sense. You growling and all, maybe it’s like an itch you need scratched.”
Remus made a face. “An itch I need scratched? What, like I have a flea or something?”
You laughed. “No, I meant metaphorically.  Like, if you get used to something, and then it goes away all of a sudden, you feel the absence a tiny bit – like an itch.”
“But what would the itch be for?” Remus asked. “I certainly don’t miss the hellish experience of having to turn into a wolf every month.”
“Of course not,” you said reassuringly. “And you’ll never have to again.  But maybe there were certain traits you had as your human self that were influenced by your wolf self.”
Seeing Remus’ brow furrow, you said quickly, “Never mind. It was just a question. No, not even that. It was only a thought, and a silly one at that. I’m sorry if I pushed it too far.”
You and Remus stopped before your bedroom door. You both reached for the doorknob at the same time, and your hand slipped over Remus’.
“Oh, sorry.” You pulled your hand away and stepped aside. But then, you paused.  His hand is freezing cold. The dementors must still be affecting him. “Remus, you’re still cold. Let’s get you inside - ” You broke off, however, when Remus turned towards you rather abruptly. His hand slipped off of the doorknob and onto the door, and his other hand came to rest lightly on the wall beside you. 
Unexpectedly finding yourself gently caged into the corner, you started to ask if everything was all right, but just then, you swore you saw a slight silver light glimmer in the depths of Remus’ hazel eyes... You fell silent and simply watched Remus, gazing into his eyes attentively.
“Lovely,” Remus murmured, and his voice was low and raspy.
Heart thundering in a manner entirely disproportionate to the situation, you murmured back, “Yes?”
Remus leaned in closer to you, and you heard him exhale rather strongly. “Remus…?” you whispered.
Remus’ answer was to wrap his arms around you. Your vision was obscured by his chest for a moment, while you felt him squeezing you in his hug.  “Sorry,” Remus whispered, “but I can’t help it.  It’s still so cold, except for you, Lovely. You’re so warm.”
“Then let’s - um - let's get you inside,” you tried to suggest. “I think maybe a hot shower and some warm clothes will do the – the trick - ” You broke off again, as Remus leaned down and buried his face against your neck. You shivered slightly, as you felt his cold cheeks press against your neck and chest.
“So, so warm,” Remus murmured lowly. You let Remus nestle into you, and you meant to wrap your arms around him to hug him back when – Oh?  Your eyes widened as Remus suddenly clamped his mouth on your neck and sucked fervently at your skin.  Your hands flew to Remus’ shoulders in surprise, for Remus rarely ever gave you bites - not like this, anyways, so immediate and passionate. You liked them quite a bit, but Remus didn’t seem to enjoy giving you them, so you never said anything.  But tonight, Remus did not hold back in marking your neck up and, even as your mind was spinning with curiosity at why he was so easily accepting this more aggressive energy, your mind was also melting because it felt so, so good to let your boyfriend have you this way.
“So sweet, too,” Remus breathed out, and then he moaned needily against your neck.
Remus was starting to push you up against the wall. Gathering you up in his arms greedily, he ravished your sweet little neck with kisses and bites, not realizing he had you nearly on your tiptoes.
“Ah…” You winced slightly as Remus’ teeth sank lightly into your skin, though it felt far more pleasurable than anything else. 
“Mm, yes, Lovely,” Remus praised you, though his voice was muffled by the fact that his lips were still pressed fervently against your neck.  You felt him press hot, wet kisses all down your throat.
“A-Ah, Remus…” A soft murmur escaped you, as you turned your head to give Remus more of your neck.
Yes, like that, Remus thought wantingly. This little throat is all mine. He didn’t voice such sentiments aloud, but he made it clear as he yanked your shirt off of your shoulder to lay a new trail of kisses and bites there.     
“Mm - ah,” you moaned, in a tight little voice, as you took in the sensation of Remus’ mouth sucking hotly on your shoulder. 
And there she goes, with her little moans, Remus thought. She doesn’t know how adorable she sounds.  He leaned forward, pinning you even more against the wall with his chest, as he sucked hard at your shoulder.
“Ah, Remus!” you moaned, and there was a sweet little rasp to your voice now that told Remus that you were feeling just as needy as he was. Sure enough, the next moment, you begged, “Harder. Suck my neck harder, please…”
Remus let out a low groan as he complied, now burying his head against your neck to mark you up even more heavily there.  Yes, Lovely sounds so sweet when she’s like this.  Begging like this, moaning like this… I want to give her everything she wants, all the pleasure in the world.  I want to hear her moan and gasp and whimper for me. I want – I want – I want her.  That was what he was thinking when a low growl rumbled through his chest. 
You paused, surprised, as you felt his energy thrumming through his chest. You turned back to look at him. “Re - ”
Remus reached and gently pushed your head back to the side, so he could continue to mark up your neck.  “Shush, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I know what you’re going to say.”
“But that sound you made - ”
“Yes, I know. Now shush.”
You didn’t argue back, but you did turn your head to try to see his face.  The motion pushed Remus back a little from your neck. With a soft sigh, for he knew exactly what you were doing, Remus slipped his hand slipped onto the back of your neck and his fingers tangled into your soft hair at the nape of your neck.  Then, he pulled your hair back – your breath hitched – and then proceeded to lay kisses all down your pretty little throat. 
“Ah...!” you breathed out.  He was kissing you so fervently and leaving all sorts of marks on you, and though it was only kissing and some bites, he was making you quite flustered.
Hearing you panting for him already, Remus praised you in his head, murmuring, Good girl to you.  He also paused to give your lovely neck a soft bite to tell you that he heard you, and when you squirmed a little in his arms, he pressed you harder against the wall and that low, humming noise escaped him again. 
“Rem…” you whispered tightly. “I’m not saying – ah - it’s the wolf, but you sound so – so - ”
“Shush now, so I can kiss you,” was all Remus said back.  And sure enough, Remus grasped your face with both of his hands and he kissed your lips passionately.  You gasped a little, and your hands flew to hold onto his wrists.  He was so much taller than you that you had to tilt your head up quite a bit, and when Remus had you like this – in his grasp and pressed up against a wall to kiss you silly – it took very little time until you were properly dizzy and desperately in need of air.  Mm, the way he kisses me – ah, I wish he’d stay here and kiss me forever… Your hands slipped up his shoulders and you hugged Remus around his neck, pulling him deeper into your kiss.
Remus’ hands naturally fell from your face and traced your sides.  Your heart began to thump quite quickly when you felt Remus’ hands tracing your figure.  His hands aren’t cold anymore, you noted, as you felt his hands pass over your hips. 
For a moment, Remus’ fingers brushed over the little patch on your jeans.  You’d asked Remus to sew on that patch, despite the fact that there was no hole there.  Remus knew by now that you simply liked having his patches on your clothing, for it was a little piece of him that you could have with you wherever you went.
“You really are a good girl,” Remus murmured, as his fingers danced lightly over the patch.
“W-What?” you breathed out, for Remus had spoken so low that his words were entirely inaudible, even when you were pressed up against him.
“Nothing,” Remus said quickly.
“You definitely said something - ”
“It wasn’t anything, Lovely,” Remus insisted, and then he kissed you again. 
“Ah…” Your lips parted as Remus claimed your mouth as his.  His kisses were fervent enough that every time, he was pushing you gently against the wall, so that you were shifting slightly on your feet. Finally, Remus’ hands, warm and broad, spread atop your hips as he pinned you down.
“R-Remus,” you breathed out, “you’re pinning me down.”
“Yes, sweetheart, I am,” Remus whispered to you. “All the better to have you properly tonight.”
Your eyes widened slightly as you took in that Remus, despite how soft his voice sounded, was not denying that he was having his way with you, holding you just as he preferred you. Oh… That realization was enough to make your heart thump soundly in your heart, and your thighs shiver a little.
Keeping you up against the wall, Remus nudged his way back down to your neck, and he began to give you soft bites all over your neck, layering them over the kisses he had already given you tonight.  You breathed out heavily and squeezed your eyes shut tightly. You bit down on your lower lip too, and you began to slowly move your hips against Remus, as you were getting all hot and flustered for him now. 
But Remus’ grip merely tightened on your hips and he scolded you, “Patience, Lovely.  No wet spots on my pants tonight. You can’t just cum and slip away from me.  Not tonight.  I want to be inside you when you cum. I want to feel you tonight.”  Remus locked eyes with you as he murmured, ever in that quiet and careful voice, “Every bit of you.”
You swallowed. He’s usually never this forward in how he speaks.  But it’s – it’s definitely doing things to me.  Before you knew it, you felt your panties suddenly get quite wet. Oh my God, did I just - ? You blushed, for you were sure you’d just cummed in your panties at Remus’ mere words.
That blush – that little blush – made Remus realize that you were into this.  And that fact set something off very strong in him.  He picked you up and carried you to bed, where he wasted no time in picking up right where he left off.  He did pause for a moment when he caught sight of the many love marks that he’d left all over your chest, while your shirt neckline now hung quite low.  He blushed a little, as he felt a bit apologetic for having cost you your shirt.  But there was another side of him that wasn’t apologetic at all, and in truth, loved that he’d been the one to do that to you – to hold you and touch you and kiss you so fervently. 
What was more, you didn’t seem at all concerned about the state of your shirt.  Remus watched you fumbling as hastily as you could to take your clothes off.  You managed to yank your pants to your thighs and then, you groaned as you realized they were stuck. Remus chuckled lowly, and he reached down, grabbed your pants, and yanked them off of you easily. “There you are.”
You smiled at Remus and then you reached for him.  Your fingers made short work of his belt and you didn’t even try to take his pants off.  You merely pushed his pants and briefs down as far as you needed for you to be able to wrap your perfect, wet little mouth onto Remus’ cock.
Remus groaned. Lovely’s mouth feels so heavenly. He watched you tuck your hair back and then put your hands on your knees to steady yourself and then you went for it, with your head bobbing up and down, and soft, sweet little sucking and gagging sounds leaving you as you fucked Remus’ cock with your mouth. Remus’ stomach tensed, and his abs rippled for a moment as he grew harder and harder for you. 
Feeling him grow bigger in your mouth and having a harder time taking him in, you moaned and you hugged Remus’ hips for support as you pushed your mouth back down on Remus’ cock. 
“Nngh – fuck!” Remus cursed. “Ah, Lovely – uhn!”
You shut your eyes and worked even harder, trying to relax your throat – when Remus suddenly grabbed your shoulders and pushed you back onto the bed.
Before you could say anything, Remus was on top of you, kissing you passionately, but also berating you again. “I said I wanted to be inside you, sweetheart.  So, you can’t have me finish in your mouth like that, right?”  He didn’t give you a chance to answer as he pressed his mouth fervently against yours.
“A-Ah, mmpfh, ah…” You panted heavily.  Your hair was already getting all messy as you squirmed this way and that on top of the pillow, but you didn’t know what else to do, with Remus kissing you as he was.  He was also grinding against you a little, and you could feel his cock, thick and heavy, throbbing against your thigh.
You wanted him inside of you so badly, but your mind was already so hazy that you couldn’t form the words to ask.  No, you couldn’t even breathe, but Godric, you needed him inside you.  It was such an intense, all-consuming desire that flared up within you. 
“R-Remus - ” you began.
But just then, Remus declared, “Wet.”
“Huh?” you blurted out, for you hadn’t even noticed that Remus had gently slotted his hand between your thighs for just a moment.
“You’re already soaked, Lovely.” Remus brought his hand up to his mouth and licked his fingers thoroughly. "What is this? Hm?"
You bit your lower lip as you blushed furiously. So, he had found you out. But what does it matter, you found yourself thinking, so long as he’s inside you? Before you even thought it through, you found yourself spreading open your legs for Remus. And you heard yourself breathe out, “Please.”
Remus stared at you, and his desire to be ever-so-gentle with you clashed with that strange desire that was bleeding through everything today.  This intense desire had flared up even more when, upon his return after fighting with the dementors, you’d hugged him so lovingly.  Pressing into him like that, your warmth bled through Remus’ rain-soaked clothes and shivering skin and straight to his heart, and he realized once more how irresistibly warm and perfect you were.  And though that realization mostly brought on gentle, loving feelings for you, there was a part of Remus that ached for more.  Underlying everything, there was this fierce need for Remus to have you, to push out every moan and whimper you were willing to give him, to devour you as much as you would let him, and to be inside you until you were weak and trembling from being full of him, and when your legs finally gave out and you would collapse under him, whimpering like a little puppy, Remus could finally take that chance to rut into you as hard as he dared, to make you his, to mate you, possibly even breed you –
“Remus?” Still shivering with need and feeling rather vulnerable before him, you stretched out a hesitant, trembling hand towards him.  You shifted your legs open again, reached down with one hand to pull aside your panties, and you whispered, “Do you not want me right now?”
Remus’ gaze fell to your pussy, waiting there for him to take, all pink and glistening, and he swallowed hard. As if I could ever not want her.  “Don’t ask such foolish things,” he said, scolding you before he even realized what he was saying.
You blinked. “Hm?”
Remus leaned down and kissed you hard, and without quite realizing it, his fingers found your throat. Before he knew it, his hand had slotted in quite nicely around your neck.  He wasn’t choking you at all, just holding your neck, but his grasp on you made it impossible for you to look down.  Remus pressed his lips against yours hotly, and at the same time, he managed to push open your thighs with his hips and then, finally, he pushed himself inside of you.
“Mmm…!” You let out a low, ringing moan, and your head spun as you felt Remus slowly squeeze his cock inside of your tight pussyhole.
“Fuck,” Remus cursed.  “You are warm, Lovely.”  For a moment, his fingers tightened around your neck, and you gasped out loud a rather strangled gasp, because Remus had pushed into you again at that moment. He was now very much burying himself inside you and pushing your tight walls open for him, and it was making you feel all sorts of things.
“A-Ah!” You shut your eyes tightly and, grabbing Remus’ shoulders, you arched your back, needing to release that tension of being spread open on Remus’ cock.  As you lifted yourself up a little from the bed, your knees came up slightly and pressed up against Remus’ sides.
“You pant so pretty, love,” Remus whispered adoringly. “But keep your legs open for me now, won’t you?”
You fell back against the mattress and, with a hard pant, you managed to wrench open your legs for him.
Remus wasted no time in pushing his cock back inside of you.  You squirmed as he was nearly fully inside you.  Remus moaned and his hand slipped from your neck to your hair, and he gripped your hair tightly as he pressed his cock deep inside of you now, pressing up nearly into your tummy, it seemed.  Your eyes blurred with tears and a soft, mumbling, “u-uhn, uhh” fell from your lips.
“Almost there, Lovely,” Remus said softly.  He gripped the thin line of your panties tightly in his hand and yanked them even more firmly to the side, making sure they wouldn't be in the way as he pushed himself deeper inside of your tight little hole.
“Nngh…!” Your breath caught as Remus pushed faster than he normally would. Godric, he fills me up so well… Your eyes rolled back in your head for a moment, and you gripped the sheets on either side of you. Your pussy throbbed hotly as you tried to adjust to Remus’ size quickly filling you up.
“Lovely, you feel so good,” Remus muttered, so low that you weren’t even sure if you were meant to hear him. “So fucking good,” he growled, and he thrust inside of you suddenly, sinking his cock deep inside of your warmth.
“Ah!” You gasped, suddenly feeling your pussy stuffed full of Remus’ cock. Your tummy tensed and you fell back completely against the mattress. “A-Ah, ah…!”
Remus, who had been focused entirely on the sight of your sweet little pussy taking in his cock, suddenly snapped his head up to see you. You were clutching at the sheets so hard that you were pulling them out from under the mattress.  Your stomach was tense and taut, while your shoulders and chest were already covered with love bites.
“Mm-mm.” Your lips were clamped shut, but you let out a tight little moan as you slowly adjust to Remus.  Once you had, you shifted down on the bed, wiggling your hips, to take even more of him in.
Remus bent down and laid a sweet, gentle kiss on your cheek. Then, grabbing your hips, he yanked you to him, and he thrust forward.
“Ah!” Your gasp ripped through the room, and you hardly were able to draw breath again because Remus was already pushing it out of you again. “Ah, ah, ah!” Your breathless cries filled the air as Remus found his pace rather quickly today, snapping his hips forward repeatedly.  Your thighs shivered heavily, and you made to wrap the around Remus’ hips, but he was moving too much for that. Your legs fell open on the bed, and you sank a little into the mattress. With a low growl, Remus slipped one arm under your lower back, and he pulled your hips up into the air again, so that you would stay flush to him.
Come on, Lovely, he urged in his mind. Stay with me now. I need to be as deep inside you as I possibly can tonight. Please, Lovely, stay with me.
“Uhnnn!” You feverishly ran your hands over yourself, and finally pressed your hands against your breasts and squeezed them, as you tried not to be overwhelmed by the intense feeling of tension already coursing through your body. Despite your efforts, however, you felt your pussy start to clench, making you feel even more tighter and heavenly to Remus.
Remus groaned heavily, and he kept pushing his cock right into your waiting little pussy. You were getting tighter, yes, but you were also already all wet for him, so you were taking him quite well. Thump, thump, thump, went the bed against the wall, and neither of you noticed, because all that mattered was each other, and this moment – this intense, pleasurable, and heightened moment.  You felt like you were in a frenzy.  You could hardly think, breathe, or do much of anything, except to keep your sweet thighs open for Remus as he rutted into you. 
Remus ran his other hand appreciatively, if not a bit messily, over your tummy and then over your strong thighs, before his thumb found your clit, and he rubbed you hard, in tight little circles, even as he kept fucking his cock into you, over and over and over again. Even tighter, he thought to himself. C'mon, Lovely, give me that pussy even tighter. I know you can do it. You've only started to clench, isn't that right?
You were squirming below him, but Remus had his other hand in a tight grip on your hip, holding you down on the bed, and he was still rubbing you furiously on your clit. "R-Remus!" you breathed out harshly.
Yes, you're getting there, Remus groaned, feeling your walls pulsing heavily and starting to squeeze on his cock. More, Lovely, more!
You moaned loudly, and grabbing the pillow above your head, you smushed it against your own face, as you blabbered aloud, “So good, so good, s-so good, uhn!”
Remus chuckled lowly, but it was only for a moment, as he was too overwhelmed by the feeling of your tight pussy gripping his cock all over now.  He could feel your walls spasming all around his cock, and when you cried out loudly, Remus moaned heavily with you, because you were fucking cumming on his cock, and it was all Remus could do not to cum right there and then.
Oh, fuck, Remus sighed out in his head. I knew you could get there. Yes, Lovely, mm, what a tight little pussy you have. Fuck, it feels so amazing.
Remus glanced down at you, only to see that you still had your pillow lying on top of your face. Panting heavily, Remus suggested, “Lovely, if you want to put your face in a pillow, how about you turn over, hm?”
A soft “ahh” was all that rang out from under the pillow, as you were still riding the high of having just cum all over Remus’ cock.
Remus reached over and pulled the pillow off of your face.  You blinked up at him. Remus meant to be stern, but he couldn’t help except laugh a little as you stared up at him, with flushed cheeks, messy hair, and a thoughtless, but pleased little smile on your face and in your eyes.
“Come on,” Remus said kindly, but somewhat impatiently. “Up you get.” He grabbed your hands and pulled you up until you were sitting upright.  Then, he flipped you over.  You landed on your knees and hands. 
You paused. “Remus?”
“Yes, Lovely.”
“Is this...? I mean, how do you want me?”
“Like this.”  You felt Remus' hand spread between your shoulders, and your eyes widened, as he gently pushed you down on the bed.  True enough, your face met the pillow, for you were head-down, with your hips up in the air.
Remus stroked the back of your thighs, and he murmured quietly, “Mm…”
He’s had me like this before, hasn’t he? you mused.  That night – that first night – and I slipped up and said that I’d done it before with Sirius… Your heart fluttered with happiness at the thought of Remus taking you like this.  Mm, yes, please, you pleaded in your head.
Gently spreading your pussy open for him for a moment, Remus leaned down and blew on your pussy. You shivered a little. Spurred on by your reaction, Remus kissed your pussy.  You moaned, and bunching up the blankets beneath you, you hugged them tightly to your chest. 
"Please, inside me a-again," you begged, with your voice stuttering due to the mere anticipation of being filled up again by Remus.
Remus fisted his cock for a second and then, he slowly slid his cock up and down against your wet slit, without actually entering you.
You moaned, and you waved your hips in the air. “Rem, c’mon, don’t be a tease.”
“I’m not being a tease,” Remus murmured. “You’re just impatient.” He did the same motion again.  You could feel his thick, throbbing cock pass right over your pussy, and you groaned in frustration.  You needed to be filled, damn it, and he wasn’t inside you and – why? Why wasn’t he inside you?
“Please,” you begged. With some effort, you got up on your hands and looked back over your shoulder at him.  You started to speak, when your hair fluttered into your mouth, so that you suddenly said, “You can’t be so mean – pft – tthbwt - ”
Remus laughed at you. “Lovely, you’ve got hair in your mouth. Here.” He reached over and gently pushed your hair away from your face.
“It’s fine,” you said hastily. “That’s not important right now.”
“Mm,” Remus said patiently, as he carefully gathered your hair together in a makeshift ponytail. 
“That’s very sweet of you, but ignore the hair." Pushing your hips back needily against him, you whined desperately, “Please… Need you, need you right now.”
“You have me already, sweetheart.”
“I meant, inside me.”
“Oh.”
You stared at Remus, wondering how he could be so innocent, even in a situation like this – when you caught the mischievous glimmer in his eye. “You! You’re completely teasing me, aren’t you?”
Remus chuckled. “No, no,” he said quickly. “I’m not teasing you.”
“Yes, you are!” you said hotly. “I know that spark in your eye, Mr. Lup – ah!” You gasped loudly as Remus suddenly thrust himself back inside of you. At the same time, Remus was still holding your hair gently in a ponytail, and when you suddenly jerked forward, he instinctively tightened his grasp.  You felt Remus’ grip on your hair, and your head was yanked back slightly when he thrust inside of you. Shock filtered through you, as you realized how Remus was holding you – but then…
“Lovely! I’m so sorry!” Remus let go of your hair at once.
But you shook your head and begged, “No, please! Please don’t let go. Grab my hair.”
“It’ll hurt you,” Remus said, worried.
“No, it won’t! I swear. Just – Just grab it at the again, like you did.”
Remus hesitantly gathered your hair back up, but once he gripped it in his hand again, he couldn’t deny that it felt quite… well, quite right.  Besides that, it was quite something, to see you arched like that for him, with your pretty pussy just waiting to be fucked, your back arched to high heaven, your gorgeous shoulders already trembling, and that pretty silhouette of your face, outlined gently against the moonlight…
“You sure?” Remus whispered.
You nodded fervently. “Yes, Remus.  Now, get back inside me, and don’t let go of my hair.”
Remus acquiesced.  He put one hand on your ass, to steady you, and with the other, he gripped your soft, lovely hair.  And the next time he thrust inside of you, your head jerked back ever so slightly, and your cry of “ah!” rang out even more loudly than usual.
Oh, Godric, she looks so beautiful, Remus moaned in his head, watching you take his cock like such – such – “Such a good girl,” he mumbled, without even realizing it.
You heard, however, and you meant to look back at him, but you couldn’t, because Remus was thrusting into you again, and he was pulling at your hair again, and all you could do was take that lovely, lovely heat burning between your legs and to let out another heated cry in response. It felt so good to be taken like this by Remus, by gentle, sweet, kind Remus. It made all the difference that he was kind and thoughtful. Because it meant that this was love, and that was why having him tug at your hair and take you roughly from behind was so exhilarating, because it was one way of willingly being each other’s – and Godric, you wanted that, you wanted all of that.
Remus, meanwhile, was very much caught up in admiring you.  There was something about this position, he thought, that he particularly appreciated.  Of course, what Remus didn’t realize was that he thought this essentially every time he was with you.  With missionary, he loved being able to press into you while holding your hands, and he could kiss you as much as he wanted before you had to break away and gasp for air, and he could hear you panting away right in his ear.  He also loved those lazy morning sessions, where you were both on your sides, and he was hugging you from behind because he got to feel your shape all over, your lovely curves, and the softness of your tummy, and he could nuzzle your neck as much as he wanted.  Every so often, you couldn’t seem to help yourself, and you’d get into his lap or sit on top of his hips and you’d get yourself all riled up and panting and that, Remus thought, was gorgeous to see.  Seeing your thighs and hips working to take him in, with the way your thighs were spread, and then seeing your soft breasts bounce, and your hair tumbling down your shoulders, Remus always had his breath taken away whenever you took the lead.  But for some reason, on nights like these, there was something about seeing you all bent over for him that made Remus just crave you.  Perhaps it was because he could see your lovely shape whenever he looked down, or he could see exactly how tightly your pussy was gripping on his cock whenever he tried to pull out of you, or perhaps it because he felt he had the option to hold onto you, whether it be your hair, neck, shoulders, or hips, and he could gently make you sink back onto his cock, or perhaps it the way he could see you shifting forward with every thrust you gave you, only you were clutching onto the sheets with all your might like a good girl, and you were shifting back every time to meet him at the next thirst.  Remus wasn’t quite sure, but there was just something about this position that made him adore you that much more.  And frankly, beyond all that, it was the one of the easiest angles to rut into you rather relentlessly, to push every inch of his thick cock into you, and to make sure you’d feel exactly how much he wanted you, burned for you, loved you.
Yes, Remus groaned in his mind, take me, and feel how much I adore you, Lovely.  Take it, mmm, yes, take it, take it, take it. 
Your moans began to fill the air, and soon, you were encouraging Remus to take you harder. “Feels so good,” you moaned out, with every word dragging wantingly through the air. “Oh, Remus, please… More, please! Ah…!”
“It feels good?” Remus breathed out, thrusting into you again.
“Yes!” you gasped. “Mm, yes, yes, yes! Harder, please, Remus, harder – I need you, I need you, I need you – ah!” Your pleas cut off in a sudden gasp as Remus suddenly rammed his cock inside of you quite hard.
“S-Sorry,” Remus panted out at once. “But you – you must know that if you say such sweet things to me when we’re like together like this, I might – might go overboard in trying to p-please you - ”
You shook your head furiously. “Not overboard! It’s not, Remus, please.  Fuck me harder, I’m begging you!”
Remus groaned in a deep, husky voice and he thrust into you heavily, slowly but surely overcoming his anxiety of giving you more than you could take. 
“Nngh!” You gripped the sheets quite tightly as Remus finally pushed hard enough into you that you were pressed into the bed slightly.
“Yes…?” Remus bleated out, now barely holding back. 
“Yes!” you replied, encouraging him on.
“Fuck, Lovely!” Remus growled fiercely as he sank his cock deep inside of your pussy.  He glanced down to see your perfect little cunt all spread out on his cock, and he moaned lowly, “Godric, you take me so well."
“I – Ah, ah!” Your answer was lost for a moment as Remus didn’t quite give you a chance to reply, for he was building up a rather punishing rhythm as he thrust into you repeatedly.  But you managed to pant out, “Y-Yes! Ah…!”
“Yes, you do,” Remus whispered adoringly to you. But his kind whisper was followed by yet another growl as he buried his cock back into your tight little hole. He growled lowly, “So take it, Lovely, fucking take my cock, take it inside this tight little cunt of yours, mmm…!”  
“Ah, shit, Remus! Uhn!” you blurted out loudly, as Remus began to properly rut into you from behind.  He was gripping your ass quite tightly, whether he realized it or not, and his cock was pushing in and pulling out of you in hard, heavy strokes, plunging deep into you each time, and every time, there was that incessant little yank pulling your head back, and as your cries became more and more heated, they became long, raspy, drawn-out moans, and you thought you sounded rather – well, like too much, only you were too far gone to care.  You started to slump over, and Remus’ hand fell from your hair and onto your neck, and he squeezed the back of your neck and inadvertently pushed you down back onto the pillow and you moaned and moaned into your pillow.  You were so, so wet.  You could feel yourself dripping all down your thighs, and still, Remus was pushing, pushing, pushing, and it was just so, so much, and so, so wonderful.
“Getting so wet, Lovely,” Remus breathed out. “Mm, good girl, cumming all over me like that, yes...”
Oh… Even as your mind spiraled into that realm of completely thoughtless pleasure, so that you were reduced to only letting out ruined moans, your mind melted very sweetly indeed when you heard Remus praise you like that.
Meanwhile, Remus was thinking, Mm, Lovely getting all wet… Gods, how she used to affect me… On those nights where we would lie together and look up at the stars, only to sneak an innocent kiss or touch here or there, only I would catch her scent the entire time, her wetness growing between her thighs… How it used to make me ravenous… Remus closed his eyes and pounded into you harder. And her heat… There was such a spark between us whenever we touched… That electricity would make every atom of my body shiver… It would awaken the wolf too… I could hear Lovely’s heart racing far too quickly for such an innocent situation, and I could sense the goosebumps rising along her soft skin, and I would wonder endlessly whether it was because she liked me or because she was scared of me… Remus gritted his teeth and worked his hips into you, loving you, feeling you, claiming you, as he had never allowed himself to do in his youth.
How you made me ache, Lovely, Remus moaned out his grievances in his mind. Your bright eyes followed me everywhere, and even more so in your absence. You haunted me more incessantly than any unearthly spirit could have. Although I knew in my mind that I was responsible for your absence, and my soul grew tired of missing you, my heart was perpetually confused, asking, “Where are you, where are you, where are you – my Lovely?”
Such an intense sense of relief, gratitude, and love arose inside of Remus, and he suddenly felt tireless because he was with you again. Somehow, he’d had the incredible fortune of meeting you again and having you back in the same lifetime as the lifetime in which he’d allowed himself to lose you.
Godric, Remus thought, I had a million reasons to let you go, all out of love, but I must admit I feel regret when I think of how I could have had you like this, Lovely - aching and shaking and crying so beautifully, and sitting in my lap and pushing your hands against my chest and calling me ‘home’ so certainly – all this time, and I didn’t. I didn’t. Merlin, I missed you. I’ve missed you so much.
This entire time, Remus had been so lovingly, but rather intensely, been claiming you as yours. At this point, you honestly weren’t aware of much of anything anymore, except for Remus and his body pressed up incredibly close to yours, while his cock rammed into your pussy again and again, pushing you once more to that place where infinite pleasure crashed into unbearable tension.
“Ahhh - !” you cried out, and then your cry broke off abruptly and you let out a softer, breathier, “Hnngh…!”
Remus kept leaning forward unconsciously, and what he was really doing was finding the perfect angle to thrust into you, to make sure that you were taking every single inch of him in your perfect little cunt with each stroke.  He was groaning deeply with each stroke, too, and you could feel him moaning into your hair.  For a moment, as the intense sense of pleasure overwhelmed you both, you felt Remus’ hands fumble all over your back.  Then, after a moment of hard, panting breaths, and more cum dripping down your legs, Remus’ hands finally found your shoulders.  He held onto you tightly and held you in place as he thrust into you furiously again.
“Uhhhh…!” A low, aching moan left your lips, and you clutched at the sheets with all your might, leaving fingertip marks on your palms through the thin sheets. You’re telling me that there’s no wolf at all in this? you whimpered in your head, as Remus took you roughly from behind, and now he was tugging at your shoulders with each thrust, so that you wouldn’t shift away from him, not even an inch, as he pounded into your tight hole and chased relief inside of you. 
“U-Uh, uh, uh!” Your moans were no longer soft and cute, but low, raspy, and aching.  Oh God, after all this, I need him to finish inside me, you found yourself thinking. As that tense coil began to twist quite unforgivingly in your tummy, you let go of the sheets and resorted to grabbing onto your own knees. Need him to soothe me with his cum. Yes, fill me up, please, please, please!
“Please what?” Remus growled at you. He didn’t mean to growl, but he was quite close to cumming, but you were blabbering your head off, going “please, please, please” and Remus had no idea why.  Then, Remus heard you choke out, “P-Please – uhn – c-cum in m-me!”
Remus moaned hard in your ear. No, not this again. Shit, what’s she doing, saying something so risky? Doesn’t she already know that that’s what I was thinking of? That that’s what every bit of me wants to do is cum as deep in her as possible, make her full of me, and not let her move even an inch until I’m done making her irrefutably mine? She doesn't need to beg for it, I'd give it to her in a heartbeat, but I can’t, I just can’t and –
“Remus! Please!” you cried out desperately, and the ache in your voice told Remus very plainly that you truly, deeply needed him to cum in you, to fill your pussy up with him.
“I – I c-can’t – Fuck!” With a low, desperate growl, Remus ripped away from you. You felt his cum splatter all over your ass and your thighs. 
Remus collapsed onto the bed.  You both lay there, panting your heads off, with both of your hearts thundering in your chests.
But you were determined to have at least some of his cum. Ignoring your shaking thighs, you crawled over to him and, taking his cock in your greedy little hands, you wrapped your lips around his cock, took a deep breath, and then shoved your head down his length –
“Uhn!” Shocked and already overstimulated and sensitive, Remus’ hands flew to your head.  “Wha - ? Lovely!”
You hastily sat up. “S-Sorry! I didn’t – um - ”
Remus blinked furiously at you, and that stupid curl of his flopped out onto his sweaty forehead.
“I – I just wanted to taste you,” you said, a bit lamely.
Remus stared at you, with his face a brilliant shade of pink.
“Sorry,” you repeated.
Remus simply shook his head and flopped back onto the bed, entirely defeated by you.  His cock throbbed as he finally softened, but in fact, he was already struggling not to want to take you again, because you’d put that damned sinful image of you putting your heavenly little mouth on his cock all over again.
You carefully inched over to Remus’ side.  Brushing back his curl from his forehead, you said sweetly, “Erm - sorry about that. But, uh, well... And how are you?”
At this, Remus couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle. He wrapped his arm around your waist and said, “I’m fine. I'm sorry if I startled you, too.”
“Just fine?”
“All right, better than fine.”
“It was nice, wasn’t it, to pull at my hair a little?” you checked in.
Remus looked up at you, and taking in how bright your eyes were and how happy you looked, he admitted, “Yes, as it turns out, I didn’t mind it at all.”
“And, as it turns out,” you said airily, “you do like me in doggy, all bent over for – mmpfh!”
Remus had reached up and clamped his hand over your mouth. “Shush now, and please let me get a minute of rest before you go riling me up all over again.”
You kissed his palm softly. "Sorry," you whispered.
“Come here,” Remus said, and he drew you down onto the bed with him.  You nestled into his side.
You counted in your head to sixty before you blurted out, “So, may I take it that you do think of cumming in me from time to time? Because I really want it, you know.  I mean, I think you do know that I’d like you to cum in me, since I plead for it every time, but just in case there was any question about it - ”
Remus abruptly sat up and, pinning your wrists down to the bed, he said, in a rather raspy voice, “Lovely, if you ever plan on getting out of this bed tonight, you’d best stop talking such nonsense. Else, I’ll be having you all night, until you’re entirely full of me, and I won’t let you go a second beforehand.”
Your mouth fell open at this sudden proclamation. “O-Oh…” 
Remus, too, blinked in surprise at himself.  His grasp on your wrists instantly softened and he immediately backtracked. “Sorry, that came out - ” Flustered, Remus reached up and touched his hair as he mumbled, “I didn’t intend to sound quite so – so - ” He stopped talking when he felt your hands creep up across his chest.  Then, hugging Remus across his chest, you slowly brought him down so that he was lying on top of you. “Lovely, wha - ?”
“Just one second,” you murmured soothingly to him.
Remus quickly put his hands out to make sure he wasn’t putting all of his weight on you, and then he stayed still, very confused, while you seemed to put your head against his chest and hug him tightly.
You closed your eyes and focused on the feeling of his chest going up and down and of the sound of his heart thumping away.  But there was something else too – that low rasp, that slight growl grating at the ends of some of his words tonight.  Yes, this low, raspy thrumming in his chest… I swear I only hear it when it’s the time of the full moon.  But perhaps I’m only imagining it.  Hm…
“Really, what are you doing?” Remus wondered. 
“I’m listening for a growl,” you murmured, half-playful and half-serious. “Y’know, a message from your wolf self, maybe.”
Remus sighed. “The growl - if there is a growl -  is just me, Lovely.”
“Oh?” You lifted your head and looked up at him. “Is that so? You’re the growl? Remus John Lupin?”
Remus leaned down and touched his nose to yours. In a soft, gentle voice, he promised, “Yes, sweetheart.”
“But you’re not normally like that in public,” you pointed out. “You’re so gentle, even when you’re chastising Harry for risking his life or stopping Sirius from escaping for the five-hundred-and-eleventh time.”
“Well, that’s because – it’s simply - ” Remus sighed. His ears and cheeks tinged pink, as he finally admitted, “So, I get a little wanting when I’m with you.  Maybe I feel a little protective over you, possibly a bit – er – possessive.  And it makes me do certain things I normally wouldn’t otherwise.” He looked at you a bit abashedly, with quite soft and almost ashamed eyes, as he said to you, “Do you have to go so far in pointing it out?”
“Ah. So that’s what it is.” You laughed a little, though in your mind you thought, Well, but I heard you growl at the Order conference today, too, so it can't just be that. But never mind, it's not important. So, you settled for teasing him, saying, “You must really like me, Rem, to sound so protective with me.”
“Mhm,” Remus said. “I’m glad you finally understand.”  Still slightly embarrassed, he added, “So, please, enough of this ‘wolf’ talk, all right?”
“Yes, yes,” you agreed easily. “Enough of the ‘wolf’ talk.” Then, you tugged gently at his shoulders and you pleaded softly, “If you really feel that way about me, then please kiss me, Remus.”
Remus acquiesced, leaning in to kiss you softly and gently.
You sighed with pleasure, and you hugged Remus tighter, ever so happy that you could be with him in all ways, whether endlessly gentle or just that bit more adventurous.
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After a few minutes of cuddling together, however, you made Remus take a warm shower.  You were determined to chase out any lingering effect from the dementors tonight.  While Remus washed up, you went down to the kitchen to fetch hot chocolate, biscuits, and of course, pears.  Once back in the room, you turned on some quiet jazz on the record player and then, with a flick of your wand, you conjured up an image of the swirling universe onto the ceiling.
When Remus came out, you towel-dried his hair for him, despite his weak protests that he could just dry himself off with magic.
“You could,” you agreed. “But that’s hardly the point."
Remus sipped his hot chocolate, and you felt him instantly let out some of the tension in his shoulders.  A moment later, he began humming along with the music. You smiled and you slipped your arms around Remus from behind and you laid your head on his back.
“You didn’t have to do all this, Lovely,” Remus said, even though he was staring up at the swirling stars with a look of great happiness.
You slipped your chin onto his shoulder and, hugging him from behind, you murmured, “Still, it’s nice, isn’t it? The dementors were really just an excuse to have a nice night with you.”
“We always have nice nights,” Remus said, protesting a little.
You laughed. “Yes, that’s true.  I didn’t mean otherwise.  But we haven’t done anything like this in a long time, you know?  And we used to always be like this.”
“That’s right,” Remus murmured. “Tucked away somewhere, with our pears and chocolates, and our books and music, and the stars…”
“And with you,” you said softly. “Always with you.”
You leaned forward and rested your cheek against his shoulder as you murmured, "Besides, I asked you for a date tonight before you left, and I wanted to deliver.”
Remus smiled softly. “You did, Lovely." In his heart, a whispering, shy voice revealed, This is all so wonderful. This is all I ever want. This is what I wish my life to be - no war, no illnesses, no fear - just this soft, dreamy space full of light and magic, this energy that comes from Lovely. Remus couldn't quite find it within him to say all this aloud, but he did say, "If we ever find a place of our own, we should make sure it has a small hideaway.”
“That’s a given,” you replied, smiling.
Remus turned his head. Knowing what he wanted, you leaned forward a little to meet his kiss.
“Mmm,” you moaned softly against his lips. “Yes… Please…”
Remus paused to ask, “Please what? You keep saying ‘please,’ Lovely, and I wish you’d tell me what for.” For he wanted to give you whatever it was that you desired, and for that, he needed to understand what exactly you were asking for.
You mumbled lightly against his lips, “Just… please… please everything.” You sighed happily as you told him, “I want everything with you.”
Remus wrapped his arms around you and he pulled you into a tight embrace, and, turning his head slightly, he caught your lips in a deep, loving kiss, that told you quite plainly that he shared that plain, yet infinite desire with you.  
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mugiwara-lucy ¡ 9 months ago
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So I saw this bullshit this morning 😒
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You lot ALREADY know my grievance with Jill Stein and i LOVE how her campaign advisor confirmed what we've all been saying for years; she was made to sway people NOT to vote Democrat which would in turn split the vote and give it to Trump.
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And I saw this which made me facepalm so hard 😒
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For you dumbass naive college kids who think Kamala losing will "punish dems" and woefully misinformed Muslims who think Trump will spare you; keep in mind a WEEK he initiated a Muslim Ban back in 2017. A FUCKING WEEK.
And if you College Kids care as much about Palestinians and Muslims as you claim; you should know that Muslim Faith Leaders HAVE ENDORSED HER as well as Palestinians wanting someone OTHER THAN DONALD TRUMP which is REALISTICALLY KAMALA HARRIS. Even the bitch in the above screencap says she knows Kamala CAN NOT WIN. If you care as much as you claim, LISTEN TO THEM.
While you guys sit on that....here is the link below to register to vote along with the deadlines varying by state! Also, your own vote isn’t enough! Get as many people as you can to vote for Kamala be it your friends, cousins, parents, grandparents, old friends from high school and college, coworkers, boyfriends, girlfriends, husbands, wives, stepchildren (if they’re 18 and over) and the list goes on and on but every vote counts! ALSO PLEASE check your registration DAILY because MAGA WILL purge your voter registration!!!
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And early voting has started! And if you don’t wanna vote on November 5th, Early Voting is another option! Like I said get as many people as you know and try early voting that way you can avoid MAGA fuckery on November 5th! Here’s the link down below listing the dates by state:
And Mail in Ballots are ANOTHER option I highly recommend!! And like I said get as many people as you can to take advantage of this option! BUT if you decide to go with Mail In/Absentee Ballots; PLEASE mail your ballots at the ACTUAL USPS office!! That way MAGAts won't fuck with it.
And if you’re an American who lives overseas; PLEASE use the option of voting overseas since I know every country other than North Korea, Russia and China do NOT want to see Trump’s stinky ass back in the Oval Office! Here’s a link below:
I.....just do NOT understand you "Free Palestine!" people.
You guys wanted a younger, better candidate than Biden. You got it. And you guys STILL bitch and moan?
You guys are WORSE than MAGA and if Jill Stein does her 2016 bullshit and splits the vote and we end up with Vance as President (since Trump will MOST LIKELY NOT make it another four years) and he goes through with his Muslim Ban; a war on women happens where EVERY HEALTHCARE PRECAUTION against women is banned and women die EVEN MORE and America is turned into a Christian Theocracy, do NOT complain.
We warned you.
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funishment-time ¡ 1 year ago
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for the ask game, Toko Fukawa :D
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you got it! i'll include Syo as well. this is a bit Incoherent, but with any luck you all can Parse what i mean
Sexuality Headcanon: Toko's...tough, because she's got so much going on. regardless, i think if you strip everything away she's genuinely Bisexual, as is Syo. they lean towards Men, but Komaru is special. additionally, i say "comphet" for a lot of the girls, but in Toki's case it's a bit different: hers was less societal and more the abuse of her peers and parents. had she never met Komaru it may have never occurred to her that she could love and partner up with a Woman.
brief aside on this: i don't think Toko would ever identify as gay or queer or anything remotely accurate or healthy (ha). nor would Syo, but Syo would probably use a Slur as a label to get a rise out of people, avatar of rebellion and grunge that she is. Toki in particular is on my list of personal "what are you, gay or something?" characters while actively being married to a woman, next to Miu and a few others. good times
Gender Headcanon: okay, hear me out on this one, and sorry if this doesn't make sense, but...
the Fukawas are generally cis to me, though i've imagined a few scenarios where they're trans. when they're cis, however, i headcanon that, if they're with Komaru, only Toko ends up actually being cis. Syo becomes a sort of...genderweird she/her because she sees herself as the fantasy-masc Byakuya to Komaru's femininity. for lack of a better term: Syo thinks of herself as Komaru's husband (hersband...) a lot.
i have no idea how else to explain this without getting mildly NSFW. my thoughts on it aren't really pornographic so much as, like, Psychosexual? you know? and i want to keep the blog somewhat PG-13, so i'll leave it there!
A ship I have with said character: i am a diehard Tokomaru shipper and they're probably the one OTP i don't like splitting up in the whole franchise. they have a game together. they are the Girls of all time
A BROTP I have with said character: i've always loved the idea of Komaru being the entryway into Toko genuinely befriending (or at least earning the tolerance of) a lot of her fellow survivors in the main timeline. i do think Makoto would sincerely be Toko's pal, though, and i adore positioning him as the sweet bachelor brother-in-law in their nasty little family
A NOTP I have with said character: are there people out there who genuinely ship Fukawa System x Byakuya? if so...i'm sorry, but why? whyyyy. again, i try to Live and let Live in this fandom, but lorda mercy you chose poorly in this case, no offense
A random headcanon: to expand on my previous point...i will add, however, that my Fukawa Headcanons generally don't exclude Byakuya. i've said before that, for me, the Fukawas never really lose their crush on him, but it becomes purely, well, NSFW. if you excuse me being blunt for a moment: they still want to rail him, he figures in many of their fantasies, but they don't want to wake up next to him, and they certainly don't want to have his kids or make him breakfast.
Komaru, however, is the Fukawas' WIFE. she is Love, she is Healing, and she is their very best friend at her core beyond all the romance. she is pancakes and shitty manga and joy. Toko (and Syo) may not dream of Komaru kicking them around, but they do dream of creating a peaceful life with her. well...as peaceful as things can get in that timeline. some shit is always Happening
anyway: and Komaru just accepts this, because she knows she's got the girl(s) in the end!
General Opinion over said character: 10/10 i love my Toki so very much. Toki kinnie 4 life. stinky little insect creature. vile and perfect and lovable
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bracketsoffear ¡ 8 months ago
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Other Leitner Reading List
The full list of submissions for the Unaffiliated Leitner bracket. Bold titles are ones which were accepted to appear in the bracket. Synopses and propaganda can be found below the cut. Be warned, however, that these may contain spoilers!
Allende, Isabel: Ripper
Beauregard, Aron: Playground Borges, Jorge Luis: AverroĂŤs's Search Borges, Jorge Luis: El Aleph Bosch, Pseudonymous: The Secret Series Breed-Wrisley, Kira and Scott Cawthon: Five Nights At Freddy's: The Silver Eyes Bulgakov, Mikhail: The Master and Margarita Burroughs, William S.: Naked Lunch Byng, Georgia: Molly Moon's Incredible Book of Hypnotism
Carroll, Lewis: The Hunting of the Snark
Denning, G.S.: Warlock Holmes DeTerlizzi, Tony: The Search for WondLa
El-Mohtar, Amal and Max Gladstone: This Is How You Lose the Time War
Fforde, Jasper: Thursday Next series
Gaiman, Neil & Terry Pratchett: Good Omens Grahame-Smith, Seth: How to Survive a Horror Movie: All the Skills to Dodge the Kills Grimm, Brothers: Grimm's Fairy Tales
Holt, Tom: Doughnut Hussie, Andrew: Homestuck
Johnson, Jeremy Robert: We Live Inside You
Langlois, Amelie C.: The Sister Verse Series Lewis, C.S.: The Silver Chair Lovecraft, H.P.: The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath Lubar, David: Weenies series Lyons, Steve: The Crooked World
Nash, Ogden: A Tale of the 13th Floor
Osman, Richard: The Thursday Murder Club
Pinkwater, Daniel: Alan Mendelsohn, the Boy from Mars Pirinçci, Akif: Felidae
Rix, Jamie: Grizzly Tales For Gruesome Kids
Scieszka, Jon: The Stinky Cheese Man Shannon, David: No, David! Sims, Jonathan: Thirteen Storeys Skipp, John: Don't Push the Button Stine, R.L.: Goosebumps
Theis, Jim: The Eye of Argon Tokuda-Hall, Maggie: The Mermaid The Witch and The Sea Traditional (German): Der Struwwelpeter Trumbo,  Dalton: Johnny Got His Gun
Van Allsburg, Chris: The Mysteries of Harris Burdick Vasquez, Jhonen: Squee's Wonderful Big Giant Book of Unspeakable Horrors
Allende, Isabel: Ripper
Seventeen-year-old Amanda Martin is fascinated by crime. She is currently obsessed with a game called "Ripper" which she plays online with players from around the world. With the assistance of her beloved grandfather, she guides the group (Sherlock, Esmeralda, Colonel Paddington, and Abatha) in their objective of solve crimes inspired by those of Jack the Ripper. When a series of grisly murders starts taking place in the San Francisco area where she leaves, she is fascinated by then and finds herself steering the group toward solving these real life murders.
But the game stops being fun when her mother, free-spirited Indiana Jackson, goes missing.
Beauregard, Aron: Playground
Three low-income families have been given a handsome retainer to join Geraldine Borden for a day at her cliffside estate. All the parents must do to collect the rest of their money is allow their children to test out the revolutionary playground equipment Geraldine has been working on for decades. But there’s a reason the structures in the bowels of her gothic castle have taken so long to develop—they were never meant to see the light of day.
When a band of dysfunctional children is suddenly thrust into a diabolical realm of violence, they must grow up instantly to have a chance at survival. Will they find a way to put their differences aside, or be swallowed up by the insidious architecture all around them?
Borges, Jorge Luis: AverroĂŤs's Search
The story very much reminds me of the domain in MAG183: Monument. "The story imagines the difficulty of AverroĂŤs, the famed Islamic philosopher and translator, in translating Aristotle's Poetics because he was not able to understand what a play was, owing to the absence of live theatrical performances from AverroĂŤs' cultural milieu, in contrast to that of ancient Greece. In the story, AverroĂŤs casually observes some children play-acting, then later hears a traveler ineptly describe an actual theatrical performance he once saw in a distant land, but still fails to understand that the tragedies and comedies of which Aristotle writes are a kind of performance art, rather than merely literature.
The process of writing the story is meant to parallel the events in the story itself; Borges writes in an afterword to the story that his attempt to understand AverroĂŤs was as doomed as AverroĂŤs's attempt to understand drama. "I felt that the work mocked me, foiled me, thwarted me. I felt that AverroĂŤs, trying to imagine what a play is without ever having suspected what a theater is, was no more absurd than I, trying to imagine AverroĂŤs yet with no more material than a few snatches from Renan, Lane, and AsĂ­n Palacios.""
Borges, Jorge Luis: El Aleph
I am not sure if this counts as it is a collection of short stories, so I will also submit my personal choice that best fits an unaligned Leitner in my opinion. "The title work, "The Aleph", describes a point in space that contains all other spaces at once. The work also presents the idea of infinite time. Borges writes in the original afterword, dated May 3, 1949 (Buenos Aires), that most of the stories belong to the genre of fantasy, mentioning themes such as identity and immortality."
Bosch, Pseudonymous: The Secret Series
The series is about two children who are not named Cass and Max-Ernest. Cass is a survivalist, while Max-Ernest has a condition (though no one knows quite what his condition is). One day, they are swept into the dangerous world of the Terces Society and the Midnight Sun...and the Secret.
Features alchemy, the quest for immortality, time travel, a very Lemony narrator, and the exploration of all five senses.
Breed-Wrisley, Kira and Scott Cawthon: Five Nights At Freddy's: The Silver Eyes
From the creator of the bestselling horror video game series Five Nights at Freddy's.Ten years after the horrific murders at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza that ripped their town apart, Charlie, whose father owned the restaurant, and her childhood friends reunite on the anniversary of the tragedy and find themselves at the old pizza place which had been locked up and abandoned for years. After they discover a way inside, they realize that things are not as they used to be. The four adult-sized animatronic mascots that once entertained patrons have changed. They now have a dark secret . . . and a murderous agenda.
Bulgakov, Mikhail: The Master and Margarita
One hot spring, the devil arrives in Moscow, accompanied by a retinue that includes a beautiful naked witch and an immense talking black cat with a fondness for chess and vodka. The visitors quickly wreak havoc in a city that refuses to believe in either God or Satan. But they also bring peace to two unhappy Muscovites: one is the Master, a writer pilloried for daring to write a novel about Christ and Pontius Pilate; the other is Margarita, who loves the Master so deeply that she is willing literally to go to hell for him.
Burroughs, William S.: Naked Lunch
It follows Bill Lee through Interzone: a surreal, orgiastic wasteland of drugs, depravity, political plots, paranoia, sadistic medical experiments and endless, gnawing addiction. The book is structured as a series of loosely connected vignettes, intended by Burroughs to be read in any order, and the main character takes on various aliases as he travels from the U.S. to Mexico, eventually to Tangier and the dreamlike Interzone. Burroughs wrote in his introduction that "The title means exactly what the words say: naked lunch, a frozen moment when everyone sees what is on the end of every fork."
Could this book be considered as being aligned to the Spiral? Could it be Flesh? I don't know, but it is certainly something or other.
Byng, Georgia: Molly Moon's Incredible Book of Hypnotism
Molly Moon is a British preteen living in a terrible orphanage. Just before her only friend is adopted and moves to America without saying goodbye, she finds a rare book on hypnotism, and gains the ability to hypnotize anyone through eye contact and make them do whatever she wants. She heads off to America to find her friend, hypnotizing people all the way. Meanwhile, a sinister wanna-be hypnotist stalks her... and he is willing to do anything to get the book in his hands.
Sequels deal with further developing psychic powers, including body-hopping, weather control, and even time travel.
Carroll, Lewis: The Hunting of the Snark
An epic poem which hits quite a few different fears; the Hunt is an obvious one, and given the author, so is the Spiral. The sea voyage has elements of Vast, and various characters can be read as Flesh, Stranger, and even Web. The poem seems to end with the Lonely; " He had softly and suddenly vanished away — For the Snark was a Boojum, you see."
Denning, G.S.: Warlock Holmes
A Sherlock Holmes parody in which the titular detective is a rather abstracted mage, Watson is the brains of the outfit, and Gregson and Lestrade are an ogre and a vampire, respectively. Together, they investigate supernatural crime in Victorian England.
DeTerlizzi, Tony: The Search for WondLa
The Search for WondLa is the first book in a trilogy about a human girl, Eva Nine, in a strange and unfamiliar world.
She actually spends a lot of this book believing she is the last of her species surrounded by all sorts of strange creatures she can never quite feel close to (lonely, extinction) while being hunted by a trophy hunter who wants to give her to a mysterious queen.
On why it's Lonely: a large portion of the book is spent with someone she cannot communicate with and feels distant from, alongside the general Lonely vibes of "last human" stories.
On why it's Extinction: This is earth. A long-destroyed earth, specifically (she visits the ruins of NYC, I have proof), and these alien races have moved in now that the humans are all "gone" (complicated). It's heavily implied the earth was destroyed in some nuclear war or natural disaster, with the alien species having restored the earth from a wasteland.
On why it's hunt: she spends the entire book being hunted and being afraid because of that, what more do I need to say?
On why it belongs here: quite the fear cocktail for a children's book, isn't it?
El-Mohtar, Amal and Max Gladstone: This Is How You Lose the Time War
The novel is about two agents on rival sides of a time war, Red and Blue, who are both working to ensure that their respective futures — the highly technological Agency and the biological Garden — come to pass. Despite their opposing organizations, Red and Blue begin exchanging letters across time and space, and develop affection for each other that threatens not only them, but the entire time war.
Fforde, Jasper: Thursday Next series
Thursday Next lives in an Alternate History. In her world, Time Travel, cloning and genetic engineering are commonplace; resurrected dodos are the household pet of choice. The obscenely powerful Goliath Corporation, which nearly singlehandedly reconstructed England after World War II, now runs the country as a virtual police state. And literature, particularly classic literature, is very, very, very Serious Business. Writers are revered with nearly spiritual devotion, controversial claims about books and authors can be criminal, and an entire police squad, the LiteraTecs, exist to keep the literary scene in order. Thursday works for just such a unit in Swindon, with her friend and colleague, the exceedingly polite Bowden Cable.
In the course of rescuing her Gadgeteer Genius uncle Mycroft from international arch-criminal Acheron Hades, a gleefully evil individual with supernatural powers, Thursday discovers the Great Library, a sort of pocket dimension that exists 'behind the scenes' of all works of literature, where all literary characters live. They're self-aware, acting out their roles when a person reads a book but chilling out and living their own lives as soon as they close it. The Great Library is governed by the Council of Genres and kept in line by Jurisfiction, another police force whose task it is to make sure the plot of every book stays the same every time someone reads it. (Insofar as they can.)
Such is the universe of Jasper Fforde's meta-fictional masterpiece, the Thursday Next series. The author hangs a lampshade on everything and anything relating to classic literature, the tropes of police fiction and spy fiction, and even the relationship between a work of fiction and its audience. Heavy on wordplay and puns, the series deals with the tireless heroine's adventures balancing her work as an agent of Jurisfiction in the Great Library and LiteraTec in the outside world, to say nothing of her responsibilities as a wife and mother.
Gaiman, Neil & Terry Pratchett: Good Omens
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Grahame-Smith, Seth: How to Survive a Horror Movie: All the Skills to Dodge the Kills
Every month or so, a new horror movie hits #1 at the box office no wonder there are dozens of new fright films slated for release in 2007. But if you find yourself trapped in one of these movies, there's no need to be afraid. How to Survive a Horror Movie teaches readers how to cope with every kind of horror movie obstacle, from ax-wielding psychopaths to haunted Japanese VHS tapes. Chapters include:
-How to Survive a Night of Babysitting -How to Convince the Skeptical Local Sheriff -How to Perform an Exorcism -How to Tell If You've Been Dead Since the Beginning of the Movie -How to Vanquish a Murderous Doll
Full of illustrated instructions on avoiding ghosts, serial killers, haunted cars, murderous pets, telekinetic prom queens, and countless other hazards, How to Survive a Horror Movie is essential reading for movie buffs of all ages!
Grimm, Brothers: Grimm's Fairy Tales
Can't beat the classics, especially when the original versions feature cannibalism, murder, mutilation, and torture!
Holt, Tom: Doughnut
Multiversal travel is made possible through mathematics and fried dough.
Hussie, Andrew: Homestuck
This thing is a tome of madness, chaos, and early 2000s Internet culture (oops, tautology!)
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Johnson, Jeremy Robert: We Live Inside You
"We are within you, and we are growing. Watching. Waiting for your empires to fall. It won't be long now. We are the fear of death that drives you and the terrible hunger that reshapes you in its name. We are the vengeance born from senseless slaughter and the pulsing reptile desire that negates your consciousness. We are the lie on your lips, the collapsing star in your heart, and the still-warm gun in your shaking hands. The illusion of control is all we'll allow you, and no matter what you do... WE LIVE INSIDE YOU"
This book is one of those story collections that everybody should read. In turns fascinating, poignant, scary and all too human, Jeremy Robert Johnson taps into the nightmare psyche that threatens to eat you every moment of your life. Each story highlights another gremlin that snacks on your nerves, tells you things you don't want to hear.
Langlois, Amelie C.: The Sister Verse Series
John, an unstable detective living in an alternate future, is plagued by hallucinations of a malevolent, shapeshifting entity, known as the Lord in White, that haunted his childhood. While he struggles to maintain his grip on reality, he soon discovers that his world is a terrifying illusion designed to make him suffer. Surreal, horrifying, and unflinchingly brutal – enter a world of blood and fear. Enter the Sister Verse.
The series reads like a fever dream. The world reflects the fears of all the characters in the most bizarre way possible, and things continue to unravel the further they go, typically ending in a forest made of liquid meat that surrounds a black hole shaped like a willow with teeth. It is revealed in the first book that the whole reality John and the rest of the cast of characters live in and themselves was created by the Lord in White for his own amusement. The Lord in White is completely aware that it’s in a fictional universe, and is implied to have the power to rewrite parts of the story, being the avatar of the Sister Verse. It often refers to the reader directly, as well as real world occurrences and future in-universe events, to the point that it literally recites lines from the book. And that's just the first book in the series, with the Lovecraftian horror continuing further in the sequels as the past of the Dreadlands is revealed, along with the past of its characters.
Lewis, C.S.: The Silver Chair
"Eustace and Jill escape from the bullies at school through a strange door in the wall, which, for once, is unlocked. It leads to the open moor...or does it? Once again Aslan has a task for the children, and Narnia needs them. Through dangers untold and caverns deep and dark, they pursue the quest that brings them face to face with the evil Witch. She must be defeated if Prince Rillian is to be saved."
Lovecraft, H.P.: The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath
Uncelebrated writer and illustrious dreamer Randolph Carter dreams three times of a majestic sunset city, but each time he is abruptly snatched away before he can see it up close. When he prays to the gods of dream to reveal the whereabouts of the phantasmal city, they do not answer, and his dreams of the city stop altogether. Undaunted, Carter decides to use all his talents in the dream-world to find the legendary mountain Kadath, where the wiser Earth Gods live, in order to ask them for the location of his beloved sunset city. He initiates a quest through the depths of the Dreamlands, finding the weirdest things and meeting the strangest friends and foes.
Unknowingly to Carter, a powerful entity is bent on making him desist of his quest...
Lubar, David: Weenies series
A series of horror story collections for kids which range from the funny to the weird to the outright twisted.
Lyons, Steve: The Crooked World
Synopsis: The people of the Crooked World lead an idyllic existence.
Take Streaky Bacon, for example. This jovial farmer wants nothing more from life than a huge blunderbuss, with which he can blast away at his crop-stealing nemesis. And then there's Angel Falls, a racing driver with a string of victories to her name. Sure, her trusted guardian might occasionally put on a mask and menace her for her prize money, but that's just life, right? And for Jasper the cat, nothing could be more pleasant than a nice, long nap in his kitchen — so long as that darn mouse doesn't jam his tail into the plug socket again.
But somebody is about to shatter all those lives. Somebody is about to change everything — and it's possible that no one on the Crooked World will ever be happy again.
The Doctor's TARDIS is about to arrive. And when it does... That's all folks!
Propaganda: okay. okay okayokayokkay. I can be normal about this book (a lie). The TARDIS lands on a planet that operates on cartoon logic. The Doctor immediately gets shot in the chest and everyone is very confused when he doesn't immediately heal. The travelers have inadvertently introduced the real world into this Saturday Morning fantasyland, with concepts like death and sex and social inequality. For the first time, people can die permanently. The two-bit villains unite to nuke the heroic characters. The Scooby gang actually do discover the flayed corpse of God. In the middle of it all is the Doctor at maximum Nyarlathotep, fomenting revolution and drastic metaphysical upheaval in his strange, too-real clothes. If nothing else, vote for this book for actually making me cry over the death of Scrappy Fuckin' Doo!
Nash, Ogden: A Tale of the 13th Floor
A poem which warns against murderous retribution and illustrates the hellish fate of killers tied forever to their victims in the afterlife. Link: https://allpoetry.com/A-Tale-Of-The-Thirteenth-Floor
Osman, Richard: The Thursday Murder Club
“In a peaceful retirement village, four unlikely friends meet up once a week to investigate unsolved murders. But when a brutal killing takes place on their very doorstep, the Thursday Murder Club find themselves in the middle of their first live case. Elizabeth, Joyce, Ibrahim and Ron might be pushing eighty but they still have a few tricks up their sleeves. Can our unorthodox but brilliant gang catch the killer before it's too late?”
While it seems like a shoe-in for the Hunt with tracking down who did the crime, the book goes in areas that could consider being touched by the Lonely, the End, and the Eye. After all, this does take place in a retirement village — people die, people are lonely and these four senior citizens want to get to the bottom of this mystery.
Pinkwater, Daniel: Alan Mendelsohn, the Boy from Mars
Leonard Neeble has been unhappy since his parents moved from the big city to suburban Kangaroo Park, New Jersey. His new school, Bat Masterson Jr. High, is terrible, and he has no friends since his classmates are snobbish louts who won't be friends with him because he's portly.
Things change once a new student shows up from The Bronx: Alan Mendelsohn, a trollish student who shuts the school down by telling everyone he's from Mars. After they both get suspended for acting out, the two boys journey to Downtown Hogboro, where they start a Mind Control course that teaches them telekinesis and, eventually, how to travel between dimensions.
Pirinçci, Akif: Felidae
Francis is a cat who has moved with his owner to a city in Germany. There, he comes across a mystery involving the murders of several neighborhood cats. Think Warriors, but it is a murder mystery written for adults. It has a lot of Slaughter and Hunt going on, but the killer's motives and backstory would honestly make him a prime Avatar for the Extinction.
The serial killer, Claudandus aka Pascal, is purely motivated by a deep hatred of humans after a traumatic past as the victim of some truly sadistic animal experiments in which he and other cats were used as lab rats, which leads him to try to create a race of "genetically perfect" cats while murdering those he considers to be inferior. He dreams of a future in which humans have been replaced as the dominant species by this future breed of cats, the narration even including an imaginary scenerio of the very last human trying to hide in the ruins of civilization before being hunted down like prey.
Rix, Jamie: Grizzly Tales For Gruesome Kids
A series of cautionary tales for lovers of screams! Getting a haircut? eating spaghetti? Having a birthday party? You may think these all sound like very ordinary things to do. But read on and see just how grizzly they can be!
Scieszka, Jon: The Stinky Cheese Man
it scared the FUCK out of me as a child, I have no idea why and I don't remember what it was about, and just its art style still creeps me out and I'm in my thirties now. That's got to count for something, yeah? ...okay this prolly isn't a great one for the tournament, but if you're struggling to fill in the brackets.
Shannon, David: No, David!
When David Shannon was five years old, he wrote and illustrated his first book. On every page were these words: NO, DAVID! . . . and a picture of David doing things he was not supposed to do.Now David is all grown up. But some things never change. . . .Twenty years after its initial publication, No, David! remains a perennial household favorite, delighting children, parents, and teachers alike. David is a beloved character, whose unabashed good humor, mischievous smile, and laughter-inducing antics underline the love parents have for their children -- even when they misbehave.
Sims, Jonathan: Thirteen Storeys
"You're cordially invited to dinner. Penthouse access is available via the broken freight elevator. Black tie optional.
A dinner party is held in the penthouse of a multimillion-pound development. All the guests are strangers - even to their host, the billionaire owner of the building. None of them know why they were selected to receive his invitation. Whether privileged or deprived, besides a postcode, they share only one thing in common - they've all experienced a shocking disturbance within the building's walls.
By the end of the night, their host is dead, and none of the guests ever said what happened. His death remains one of the biggest unsolved mysteries - until now.
But are you ready for their stories?"
Skipp, John: Don't Push the Button
We all know horror. It's in our face every day. You can try to negotiate the nightmare but total chaos and destruction is just one button-push away.
In this intensely personal collection of short stories, screenplays, and essays, the author walks you through the light and the dark with an unflinching eye. Revealing both the best and worst of us, one laugh and scream at a time.
It ain't pretty. But it's beautiful. Once you go all the way.
Stine, R.L.: Goosebumps
It is a series of horror novels written for very young audiences. The protagonists in these stories are teens or pre-teens who find themselves in frightening circumstances, often involving the supernatural, the paranormal or the occult. The best way to describe these books is that they are The Twilight Zone for pre-adolescents, with a twist at the end of every book (sometimes cruel, sometimes not, sometimes non-existent, which is a twist in and of itself given the series). It has spawned a pair of television series, a video games series, a comic series and merchandise, as well as a pair of feature films.
While the books are written for children and so they might not be that scary, they can still get quite creepy, and you might find one book for every Entity if you search hard enough. The book covers can also get really creepy to look at, too.
Theis, Jim: The Eye of Argon
Described as "the worst fantasy novella ever", The Eye of Argon is a story by then 16 year-old Jim Theis. It's the tale of Grignr, a foul-mouthed barbarian warrior who is trying to escape the dungeons of Evil Overlord Agaphim and rescue a young woman named Carthena from a pagan cult who want to sacrifice her to their idol — a statue with one eye called "The Eye of Argon". (A "scarlet emerald", complete with some interesting plumbing.)
Published in the fanzine OSFAN 7 in 1970, the story is well known for its abundant cliches, shoddy spelling, flat characters, wooden dialogue and overly colourful writing. Every woman is a "wench", eyes are "emerald orbs". Almost nothing is ever "said" — instead it is "queried" or "ejaculated" or "husked" or "stated whimsicoracally". There's an extended scene involving elderly cult priests groping Carthena, and she is described earlier as a "half-naked harlot… with a lithe, opaque nose".
The most widely-known and circulated copy of the story comes to an abrupt and unsatisfactory halt, and for many years it was believed that the ending was lost forever (or even, in some quarters, that the story was never completed). Recent years have seen the separate discoveries of two intact copies of the fanzine in which The Eye of Argon debuted, so it is now known how the tale ends. (With multiple exclamation marks, it turns out.)
At science fiction conventions, The Eye of Argon is now a sort of parlor game. All participants sit in a circle with a hard copy of the story, and the first one starts reading aloud — pronouncing every word as it's misspelled, and including every adjective. When they finally burst into laughter, the copy is passed to the next person. If a person manages to make it through more than a page, the copy is sometimes passed anyway, on the grounds that the reader must have special training as a news anchor.
Tokuda-Hall, Maggie: The Mermaid The Witch and The Sea
Follows mainly two characters – Evelyn, the daughter of a wealthy family, sent off on a ship to an arranged marriage, and Flora, known by the alias Florian, a pirate on said ship. This ship is a conship, as it takes people on long travels only to sell them as slaves. Themes of the vast, stranger, the end, the slaughter, and the desolation are commonly present throughout the book
Traditional (German): Der Struwwelpeter
1845 German children's book filled with cautionary tales. These cautionary tales are more grim than others, however — they often end in death or dismemberment for the child. They are a source of plenty of nightmare fuel, too.
Notable examples: The Dreadful Story of Harriet/Pauline and the Matches - Desolation, she plays with matches and burns to death. The Story of the Wild Huntsman - Hunt, a hare steals a hunter's rifle and eyeglasses and hunts him. The Story of Little Suck-a-Thumb - Flesh(?), Conrad is warned by his mother not to suck his thumbs, but he does anyway. So a tailor appears and snips them off. The Story of Flying Robert - Vast, Robert goes outside during a storm and the wind picks up his umbrella, carrying him off never to be seen again.
Trumbo,  Dalton: Johnny Got His Gun
It follows a young man named Joe Bonham, who, after becoming grievously injured during World War I, is left deaf, blind, dumb, and without any limbs. Throughout the novel, Joe reminisces about the life that he's lost, waxes philosophical about war and conscription, and tries desperately to communicate with the doctors keeping him alive.
The novel is heavily about the horrors of war, which would make it Slaughter, but in Joe's plight there's also another sort of horror: He can't move, he can't see, he can't speak. He is effectively trapped in his own body, a torment that could be but it's not quite Buried. There's also some argument for the Spiral to be there as well, as his condition makes it hard for him and the reader to know when he's awake or when he's dreaming, to say nothing on how the horrible situation he's in affects his sanity.
"I don't know whether I'm alive and dreaming or dead and remembering."
Van Allsburg, Chris: The Mysteries of Harris Burdick
Downloadable PDF: https://mrsgraveswebsite.weebly.com/uploads/1/2/6/8/12686140/the_mysteries_of_harris_burdick.pdf
The Mysteries of Harris Burdick consists of a series of images, ostensibly created by Harris Burdick, a man who has mysteriously disappeared. Each image is accompanied by a title and a single line of text, which encourage readers to create their own stories.
Vasquez, Jhonen: Squee's Wonderful Big Giant Book of Unspeakable Horrors
Squee (named after the sound he makes when he's afraid) is a little boy whose short life is an unending parade of horrors. His parents outwardly detest him to the point where his father watches footage of his birth played in reverse for amusement, and the only kid in school who likes him is the Antichrist, who Squee is terrified of. He has never, ever, ever, had a good dream. Through the course of the book, he is visited by aliens, ghosts, zombies, time travelers and the serial killer next door.
Though Squee is as frightened by all this as anyone else might be, he takes it in his stride with a passive resilience that only a child could possess and the help of Shmee, his teddy bear and 'trauma-sponge.' He gets through the horrors just by being a simple-minded kid. Adults dwell on the past and the future. Kids live squarely in the present, daydream about flying and drink Tang until they forget it all. He takes for granted that the world is scary and just goes to school each day, provided he hasn't been abducted by aliens.
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galactic-ambitions-jester ¡ 1 year ago
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Marx and Dokutaro’s Must Vote(and Not Vote) List!
Hey, hey, hey! How you folks doin’! The @kirbyoctournament is rolling in! Dokutaro and I have blog jumping here n’ there! And we made list of who to vote (and not vote)! - Marx
And without further ado, let’s start the propaganda support! - Dokutaro
And anti-propaganda support! Noww!! Our recommendations for who to vote for! After all, why are you still here? - Marx
First up, vote Lady Celestine! (@kirbybecomesastarwarrior) - Dokutaro
Why? Because she’s cool, sassy and a sweet girl and is a literal queen! Next! Vote for Valfrey (@gethoce) and DON’T vote for Sir Uther (@quanblovk)! - Marx
Why not Sir Uther? Because he’s stinky, punchable, a loser that’s even more worse than Kieran(wait, how do I know that?) And vote Valfrey! Because she’s Sir Uther’s paralysis demon, supports lesbians, cool girl, & beautiful. - Dokutaro
Fecto Flora (@ceoofmetagala) is also someone who you should vote for too. Wonderful lil’ fella. Someone you can relate to, Doku! - Marx
… How do I put up with you again? - Dokutaro
And last but not the least of our recommendations for the tournament, Noir (@desultory-novice)! Edgy and unstable, but surprisingly has a good heart! - Marx
And that concludes our recommendation list for the Kirby OC tournament. - Dokutaro
Have a nice day, folks!! - Marx
//welp, I don’t know if this counts as propaganda, but if it is, enjoy their banter and recommendations. It’s also support propaganda (and non support propaganda for Sir Uther, but that’s because the guy’s punchable, sorry not sorry)
Propaganda for @kirbyoctournament
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Wormville: Rotation 10: Elaho-Inipp
Now, this family comes usually at the very end of a rotation, but I've decided to take them now because Agatha Elaho-Inipp was scheduled to die of old age and her inheritance could make playing the next household a lot easier. It was not a very exciting round, but I've enjoyed it, and I hope you will, too!
By the way, given that I just couldn't fit them into the picture limit of this post, children update for this family will have its own minipost!
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Dear diary. I have decided to start journaling to document the discoveries I will make, as well as my daily life as a Sixamese citizen among the Followers of the Entity. I hope words will carry my excitement sufficiently!
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The day after my arrival from La Fiesta Tech to Wormville, I had the honor of experiencing a major Sim event! Not only was I allowed to watch and document a mating ritual they call "wedding," but also participate as one of the "brides."
The entire clan Devir, Mina and Cyrus Anora, Terry Hanson and Wynn Kent arrived to celebrate with us!
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Despite being one of the grooms, Balthazar demonstrated boredom. He seemed like he wanted to be somewhere else.
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He and Zachary exchanged rings under the arch, just like Serenity and I. I could feel it was very significant. Agatha, standing next to me, tried not to cry. I asked her quietly what was wrong, and she just impulsively hugged me, so I hugged her back.
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Then they proceeded to fight with pillows, laughing maniacally. Sims are strange species.
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I looked at Serenity with a pillow in my hand and a question in my eyes, but she insisted on feeding me cake instead. We've completed yet another wedding tradition.
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Later, Mina Anora approached me and tried to convince me her anatomically incorrect plush rabbit talked. I politely explained to her I was a member of a foreign species, not a child or a person uninformed about basic concepts.
It was a very fun day. I am happy about my union with Serenity, I am very fond of her. I also feel accomplished and grateful for being so easily accepted into her world. I now call myself Stella Elaho-Inipp. It is a name that is supposed to open many doors for me, but I know it will also close others. It's okay, though. I have made an informed decision.
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The research institute also approved my application. Sixamese scientists have a very good rapport with their Sim colleagues, and after briefly listing my qualifications, and showing my degree from La Fiesta Tech, they have offered me a high-ranking position. It is going to be a good opportunity to lend my skills to a cause, and also continue exploring Simkind beyond my new family.
Serenity was supposed to also put in an application to an institution in her expert field, but she refused at first. Everybody was confused when she announced she took up what she called "gig work," but given that the financial situation of our family is stable for now, nobody complains.
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Note: "It's stinky work."
Balthazar entered the police force in a different town. Serenity was quite shocked and asked him how comes they employed a worm, and he told her, and I quote, "Fake ID." I was curious about the concept of "police," too. I know the word, and I know the implications of its equivalent on our planet, but I didn't have an exact idea about what it was that Balthazar does now. He told me that he goes around trying to find people violating the town's law (like teenagers out after the curfew) and extorts money out of them in co-called "fines." I complimented him that he chose well, because I've noticed he's always liked telling people what they did wrong, and he called me a smart-ass.
Anyway, he claims it's going to be temporary, just like Serenity's "gig work."
Zachary quit working at the diving company, and went back to school. He now comes to the hospital as a trainee, and goes through a rigorous education process to understand medicine. It has been taking a toll on him.
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Luckily, Mirp was able to call help. Anyway, Zachary does not make significant sums of money now, but it does not matter, because the family has a large amount of material resources at its disposal.
As I understand it, Zachary has a youngling from a previous mating, called Fabian. I've seen the boy already, since Zachary invited him to come over to our house.
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They played throw-a-ball, a traditional Sim game, during which two Sims stand opposite each other and try to cause mild head trauma with a hardened gummy object (ball). Citations needed.
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In general, Zachary has adapted to life in the Slop (mansion) very well. He even wears the same pattern Serenity uses on some of the bed covers, probably for easier mimicry in the environment. Clever!
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Serenity spends a lot of time tending the animals. I have yet to meet anyone, Sim or otherwise, who would have so much boundless entusiasm and care for the non-sapient around them as she does. And they love her, too! Even the wolves!
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I do not share that talent.
Dear diary, today we were able to confirm our pollination is going smoothly so far, and if it continues, Serenity and I will welcome our second child. That is the number of younglings we've agreed to produce. I do not write about pollination or about our first daughter, Resistance, here, because this journal is not confidential and I hold the privacy of the larvae in high regard. You will not read much on the topic here, but I am beyond joyous.
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Anyway, Agatha took Serenity and Balthazar to the Temple to pray. I go there as well, but this time I've elected to stay behind with Resistance. I must note that Balthazar was leaving especially grumpy, but he returned in unusually high spirits. He must have had a profound religious experience!
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Serenity's "gig work" turned out to be juggling. I should have known.
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Soon, a different occasion was afoot! We have dragged a tree inside, covered it in ornaments, and baked silly tree and Sim-shaped cookies. It was explained to me as a summoning ritual that the Simnation enjoys in wintertime. It originated from the church of the Watcher, but some Followers of the Entity celebrate, too. You see, if the ritual objects are in right place, a mythical creature that looks like an old Sim dressed in red appears. Said creature can then be observed laughing at nothing at particular, and if there are younglings at the premises, it conjures up a mundane object they can keep. In our Resistance's case, it was a cheap stereo tower.
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Despite not being a youngling, Agatha took a great interest in the winter creature, and conversed at lenght about music. I have had so many questions myself and I definitely wanted to usurp its time, too, but the creature in red disappeared in the bathroom and it would be impolite of me to intrude.
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Independently of the summoning ritual, we have also invited many Sims to practice "merriment" with us. Serenity bough an extra toy and encouraged Resistance to gift it to little Naomi Devir to forge a friendship. Seeing Naomi was the first time I had the opportunity to observe a Sim larva with zero percantage of Sixamese blood. I found it a little strange and uncanny, but I am sure I will get used to the sight.
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Tangentially related to all of this, later that evening, another positive thing happened. (despite Balthazar's screams of pain) The sounds of struggle attracted the red creature, but also me. Balthazar went into labor, and with the marginal help of the red creature, I was able to deliver the larva. It's a healthy youngling, and Balthazar and Zachary named her Yearning.
Speaking of Balthazar, I worry for him.
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It doesn't seem to be connected to his recent procreation. He has physically recovered very fast, and displays warm and fatherly behavior towards the newborn. However, he seems to be plagued by something else. He speaks about "visions" and "the great beyond". One evening I found him half passed out by the stairs. On my attempt to revive him, he mumbled something about "the rot" and then passed out completely.
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I am also confused by the nature of his relationship with Zachary. I am not supposed to know this, but they were talking very loudly and forced this information upon my ears.
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Zachary informed Balthazar he knew "about Terry" (Terry Hanson?), in a seemingly appreciative, congratulary tone. Balthazar's stress receptors seemed to, however, overload, and he stormed out.
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Meanwhile, Serenity elected to finally enter professional science, and became an Animal Linguist.
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She also had a new shed built in our garden. I inquired, she could only tell me it was a fully clandestine matter, and nobody was ready to know yet. She goes there at least once a day, and always locks the door when she leaves.
I am pleased to inform you that Agatha still lives, and according to her, old age hasn't been able to break her will to stay. She provides invaluable help with the younglings, even though she has something that she waves off a "resting sad face".
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That would be all for now. I might soon write more. Tomorrow, Zachary has a semi-public court hearing with (or against) Victor Beldine. They fight over who gets to raise Fabian. I do not approve. They should both do it, that is the best for the larva. Serenity and Balthazar will go to support Zachary, and they've invited me, too, but I have declined. Victor is my friend and I do not wish to sit through possibly hours of my family being terrible to him, and vice-versa. My time will be better spent either with the children, or in the laboratory.
Stella Terrano Elaho-Inipp, signing off
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ArtFight Attacks!!
All the attacks I've done this ArtFight, in order of when I did them!
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First for @worthydoesart, Allen and Justice!
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Second for @our-master-orion , Deldesy content!
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Birthday gift for my good friend illumibee on Instagram!
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The chain has begun! Protein Powder for @our-master-orion
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Revenge for Caseycloud090 !
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Revenge for @maranio !
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Attack on @daxmiii !
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Attack for @justsimplyspace and Vice who I KNOW has a tumblr blog but cannot for the life of me find it.
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Chris for @oreoskys !
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Pic's first snowfall for @lemmegettamcpictwo !
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Another part of the chain for @our-master-orion, MerRhally this time!
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Revenge for a mass attack for @lunar-eclipse-bunnies !
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Attack for IrElf114 on AF!
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Revenge for Rascal-Pegacat on AF!
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Started the chain with @worthydoesart now ! Here come the Grannies! (Rush and Miles still aren't sure what Alex and Justice are up to)
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Revenge for decimaldays on AF!
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Revenge for spookyblook on AF!
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Stinky baby (dw Deldemos still loves Pyrina, she's just a stinky baby (affectionate))(mystery is not pleased by this but that's fine) for @our-master-orion
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Revenge for @nekoisopods !
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Revenge for @princie33 !
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My big mass attack for my friends! In order, @oreoskys , @justsimplyspace , Vice, @worthydoesart , Myself, @our-master-orion , @lemmegettamcpictwo , and @creeping-mollusk !
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IT IS UNFORTUNATELY SIDEWAYS but revenge on my irl brother SuperKat32 !!
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And my final hurrah to finish off the chain with @our-master-orion , a piece with mine, Orion's and @worthydoesart 's characters Winter, Spirit and Michaelis and how the three have evolved over the years we've known each other <3
AND THAT'S ALL FOR THIS YEAR I know I've got a few revenges to do first thing next year so if you did attack me and are waiting on a revenge REST ASSURED you'll be first on my list next year!!
Happy ArtFight 2024 folks! :D
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