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imashoe69420 · 2 years ago

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Can we have a oneshot of Leo proposing to his s/o? or at least try because Reader is very clueless and even though she loves Leo, she also doesn't realize that he wants to create a special moment, and that the family also try to help him achieve it? please?

This sounds so funny lol

I’m going to assume you wanted fem pronouns bc of how you refer to the reader

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No Take-Backs

Rise!Leo X Fem!Reader

Prompt: Leo tries to propose to you, but you couldn’t be more oblivious.

Pronouns: Feminine (she/her)

Timeline: Post!Movie (18)

Warnings ⚠️: Underaged drinking, slight angst, mild language

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Leo took a deep shaky breath as he stared down at the small velvet box he’d uncovered in the top drawer of his nightstand.

He was gonna do it.

He was going to finally propose to you like he’d promised all those years ago. Well, it wasn’t actually that long ago. More like four years ago when you and him were both fourteen.

It was more of a joke at first: Leo would flirt with you incessantly, occasionally quipping some pun about the inevitability of receiving your hand in marriage. You’d teased him one time saying that you two would tie the knot at age eighteen. Little did you know how seriously he took it.

Leo remembered the chills that ran down his spine when you’d said that. Chills mixed with the loud thump of his own heart pounding in his ears:

“If it keeps you quiet, we’ll get married when we’re eighteen. Okay?”

She hadn’t said it in the traditional sense, and maybe (Y/N) was just joking with him—hence the beginning of the sentence—but he’d rather ask for forgiveness than permission… if that’s the right analogy.

No matter how many times Leo told himself to take a deep breath and relax, the turtle couldn’t stop thinking about the worst possible outcomes of this particular scenario. Now he was sure that you two loved each other and he wanted to finally let you know how serious he was about you, but what if you were actually just joking?

You were it for him, he knew that. For the blue clad turtle, there wasn’t anything or anybody else he’d want to spend the rest of his life with besides you. It wasn’t like he could just find somebody else unless there’s some sort of mutant dating app. And who can guarantee that they’ll look as beautiful as him? This wasn’t to say that you were as good as he could get. In fact, he never failed to admirably address your visage whether you’d just gotten ready to go out or rolled out of bed at 1PM. Leo always called you beautiful and he always meant it.

Not just your looks, but you always made him laugh. And—it’s kinda shallow but he can’t help his feelings—fed his ego through your relentless compliments whenever he did something to better himself, or maybe just when you’re feeling especially grateful for him. God, did had he hoped his ego would’ve somewhat left him once he became an adult. But alas, he still couldn’t resist hearing a “you’re my champion” breeze past your soft, upturned lips once in a while.

You calling his name caused Leo to fumble the velvet box before hurriedly stuffing it into the corner of the drawer and shutting it as quietly as possible. “Y-yeah, babe?” He stuttered out.

“Come here, I need your help.”

For the last few hours, you and Leo had been moving into your own apartment away from his cockblocking brothers and Splinter. He was proud of himself: being the first in the family to move out at a reasonable age and have a long term girlfriend? This was something you only saw in movies.

The blue turtle—who’d actually forgone his bandanna today. He totally didn’t lose it in the move already—slowly made his way into the kitchen where (Y/N)‘s voice was coming from. You’d been placing sets of dishes into the cupboard, but you and him were both minimalists so you only had two of everything. Two plates, two forks, two spoons, two knives. The only thing you didn’t have two of were the napkins, but that was obvious enough.

You held a plate up to your face and feigned thoughtfulness. “Did you want yours in the left cabinet… or the right one?”

Leo chuckled, gently taking the plate from your hand. “Now that we’re moving in, everything is ours. Our house. Our plates. Our toothbrushes.”

With an eye roll, you stepped aside, urging him to pick his side. The turtle scratched his chin feigning contemplation before claiming the right cabinet. He took a step back, resting his hands on his hips contently.

You giggled as you turned to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I can’t wait to start living with you. It feels like we were just dating a few days ago and now we have an apartment together.”

The time did seem to fly for Leo as well. You and him started dating when you were both about fourteen and have been inseparable since.

Now he was going to marry you.

He placed his hands on your waist, gently swaying the both of you with an iconic sly smile on his face. “Oh, yeah. You knew you’d be in this forever, right? No take-backs.”

With an enamored sigh, you gently pressed your lips against his snout. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

• • •

A month passed and Leo still hadn’t worked up the courage to propose. There’d been a constant whining voice in the back of his head telling him that this wasn’t a good idea.

Your words a month prior had him thinking that you weren’t ready to get married yet. If you felt like you two had just started dating, would you really want to get married so soon after moving in together?

But everything else told him to marry you. He wanted to have you as his forever. The memory of the two of you meeting, going on your first date, and having your first kiss played on repeat in his mind. All those moments meant so much to him. If he ever had children, he would recite them to them all the time; every chance he got.

One night, though, he thought was as good as any to try his luck.

You and him were sitting on the rooftop of your apartment building eating Chinese and drinking out of Coke bottles that may or may not be filled about half way with liquor. Leo quickly realized that alcohol mixed with emotions wouldn’t be ideal when proposing, but maybe it would boost his confidence if anything.

You’d been talking about your college courses and how tiring it’s been.

“I feel like a zombie sometimes: just doing things on autopilot. Everything’s more of an instinct than something I wanna do, y’know?” You took a swig of the spiked drink, sighing deeply afterwards. “Like, I go to school to be something more than what I am now but… I duwanna be a mindless slave to the economy. Y’know?”

The turtle in fact didn’t know what you meant. He’d never had to worry about school or college or the economy besides the rent for the apartment.

Leo shrugged. “Yeah, I can see that. I’m glad I don’t have to worry that much about school and stuff like that. Sounds stressful.”

You slowly nodded, the alcohol suppressing your reaction time. “Yeah, it is. But it’ll be worth it, I think.”

They sat in silence for a couple seconds, car horns blaring from down below. The chilly night breeze toyed with your hair, and Leo couldn’t help but admire you tucking the strands behind your ear before taking a bite of your orange chicken.

A question soon entered Leo’s mind and he thought it would be harmless to ask. “So, like… do you think we could… be more?”

That came out awful. He didn’t mean to stutter so much.

You cocked an eyebrow at him, chuckling. “Be more? What more could we be?”

Leo laughed awkwardly. “I dunno, like… what comes after two people move in together? We just exist together like an old couple?”

“Well, old couples are usually married so…” your words trailed off as you began to connect the dots. With a smirk, you slid closer to your boyfriend. “Ohh, you wanna marry me?”

The lump in Leo’s throat only grew in size, causing him to clear it out. “I mean—well—yeah, but eventually! Not like, now or super soon or anything.”

How smooth.

With an obnoxious laugh, you pressed your head against his shoulder. “You’re so cute. But I don’t think you want to marry me.”

This was something that the blue clad turtle didn’t really understand. How could he not want to marry someone as amazing as you? You always make him laugh, you’re fun to talk to; to have around, you understood him in a way he felt no one else could. Who wouldn’t want to be with you?

“Why’s that?” He asked.

You hummed in thought. “I dunno. I just feel like I’m not someone anyone would want to marry. I’m the girl people have fun with for a few months or years and then never see the rest of your life. My existence in people’s lives is very temporary.”

If you only knew how much that both hurt and concerned him. “No way. Not for me.” Leo unhurriedly reached for the ring in his pocket, the velvet texture of the box soothing his anxiety. “We’re locked down, remember? No take-backs.”

Somewhat of a tension filled the air the second he finished his sentence. You seemed upset—no, conflicted at what he’d said. The turtle began to say something else, but you quickly hopped to your feet with the Coke bottle in your hand. You pressed it to your lips, chugging it down until it was empty. Returning your vision to your boyfriend, you held out your hand to him and forced a smile.

“Dance with me?”

• • •

The next day, you were sort of hungover. Leo was the first to get out of bed to get you a glass of water and make breakfast for the both of you.

Your behavior last night almost diminished his hopes on proposing to you. Maybe it was best to wait a few years before even attempting if you already felt like you wouldn’t be a good partner in marriage. But the voice and the memories kept playing in his mind over and over again. It was as if it was his destiny to make you his. And soon. Very soon.

He tried again a week or so after the first time. You two were sitting on the fire escape talking and he felt like it was the time, but when he was down on his knee, you through your arms around him laughing and snorting in your drunken state. College had been kicking your ass and you hadn’t smiled often since his first attempt, so as to not ruin the moment, he bailed.

The next time, Leo had his brothers help him. But that was fruitless as well when you had to finish an essay, so you both turned in early into the night.

It became a battle to get you one, alone and away from your laptop, and two, to catch you in a good enough mood. Two months passed and Leo still hadn’t proposed, but you had just finished your midterms and were off for the next few weeks. He thought it was the perfect time to test his luck.

Friday night, he coerced his older brother to help him out. Snow had settled on the ground the day prior and he knew you loved the winter more than anything.

Later that night, your boyfriend basically yanked you to the frigid outdoors to the park. The two of you walked down the trail for a few minutes before you grew bored.

“Leo, where are we going?” You somewhat whined. “I love the cold but I’m freezing my ass off here.”

The turtle scoffed as to feign offense. “I’m taking you all this way and you’re complaining? I’m hurt, (Y/N).”

You chuckled lightly as you leaned against him. “It better be good or else you’ll find all your stuff in boxes when we get back.”

After a few more minutes, Leo demanded you to close your eyes and he would guide you the rest of the way. His heart thumped in his chest the closer they came to his surprise. You had to say yes. You just had to. The time and effort he put into this paired with his undying love for you had to be enough.

Soon, the two of you reached your destination.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now.” Leo said as he ran in front of you and threw his hands into the air once you complied.

Before you was a white archway littered with blue faux flowers. There was a badly painted off-white picnic table to the side of it with a candle that seemed to be once lit in the center of it. The spread was rookie and maybe not the best setting for the winter but sentimental nonetheless.

“Surprise!” Your boyfriend exclaimed with a laugh.

“Aw, Leo, you’re so sweet.” He grabbed your hand and led you to the picnic table. “Did you do this all yourself?”

He chuckled nervously. “Well, Raph did help me a bit. But it was my idea.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at him as he sat across from you. The look in his eyes was different than usual. His eyes constantly darted around as if he was waiting for something. When he would make eye contact with you, you could tell that he was anxious.

“Are you alright, babe?” You placed your hand on his. “You seem... nervous.”

The blue clad turtle waved his hand as to nullify your concerns. “No, no, I’m fine. Just great, but, uhm… I have something to ask you—er, tell you...? Ask and tell, I guess.”

You raised an eyebrow waiting for him to continue. Ever so slowly, he took your hand in his and led you to the arch. Underneath, he held your other hand and took a deep breath.

“For, like, the last few months, I’ve been trying to do this but… anyways, I just wanted to tell you how much I care about you. From the time we first met to now, I’ve always loved you.”

You cooed. “Aw, Lee. I love you too.”

He chuckled before he continued. “I love your personality and your laugh and the fact that you still organize our two plates the same way.”

“Well how else am I supposed to put them? Yours is right, mine is left.” You chimed in.

Leo gazed into your eyes, a small smile appearing on his face. “You complete me, babe. You’re the only person I’ve met that truly understands me. You’re someone I can always go to with anything, and I want you to be in my life forever.”

The turtle slowly got down on one knee and retrieved the velvet box from his pocket. Your hands shot up to you mouth as you realized what he was about to do. He held the box out in front of him and opened it to reveal a ring with morganite crystals within it.

“So, uh,” he mentally slapped himself for stuttering again, “So… I just wanted to ask… will you marry me, (Y/N)?”

Tears pricked your eyes as you began to sniffle from the cold and from the heartfelt proposal. “Is this why you asked me about it? Being more?”

Leo nodded. “Just like we’d promised.”

It took you a moment to understand what he’d meant until you remembered the memory he was talking about. “Oh my god, Leo, you still remember that? God, you’re so cute. But… are you sure? Like, really sure? You want to get… married to me?”

“I’ve never wanted anything more.” Leo said simply, an almost stern look on his face.

You couldn’t believe what was happening. When you had talked to him about no one wanting to marry you, you’d assumed that your relationship was temporary and Leo saying you two were “locked in” was only to make you feel better about the inevitable end. He wanted you. Forever.

“I… yes, Leo, I will marry you!” You exclaimed as you threw yourself at him, knocking both of you onto the snow.

For the first time in months, Leo took a deep breath and exhaled into your hair. He’d done it. He’d finally done it. His lover, his best friend, was finally his.

“No take-backs?” You piped up as you glanced up at him, an amused smirk on your face.

Your boyfriend laughed out loud before kissing the top of your head and nodding.

“No take-backs.”

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buggyboba · 8 months ago

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Surrender Your Mind

part one [ x ] part three [x] AO3 [ x ]

Part two | Fasten Her Tether Unto Me

A/N | Hello! Thank you everyone for your positive feedback on part one! I am a newish fan fiction writer, and I have zero clue what I am doing, but we are faking it until we make it! I will set up a masterlist (no pun intended) and a tag list. As of right now, I will try to update this story every Wednesday. In this chapter/part, I went for a different tone, so I hope you all still enjoy it. As always, Thank you, and if you have any prompts or questions please feel free to send them in, I would love to fulfill some prompts and drabble.

Also look at me pulling from book media…~ Buggy.

TW | A bit of choking, but not in a sexy way, but maybe…lots of pet names, Pet, Puppy, Kitten, descriptions of violence. Missy is still a dick.

Word count | 6315

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The steady hum became a constant companion; the machine felt alive; even when you couldn’t hear the hum, you felt the low vibration. It felt like it was watching you; it could see your every movement, and you could have sworn it locked you out of certain places as you carefully explored them. The woman, The Mistress, as you still had yet to actually call her that in conversation, had so graciously, as she put it, allowed you to stay there to be safe. She had kidnapped you, and every time you had tried to leave over the past week, she was always there, stopping you, or her machine wouldn’t open the door. You had gotten decent at picking out her footsteps and would make yourself scarce. She hadn’t actively tried to interact with you, save for stopping you from leaving, and the one time you accidentally ran into her when you were exploring, that was a few days ago.

Tonight, however, You had thought it was clear. You hadn’t heard her in a while, so you had dared to slip into a room whose door had been locked prior. You couldn’t pass up the opportunity; maybe it was a way out; it wasn’t like the woman had actively threatened your life, but you weren’t a fan of being captive, especially with a stranger who refused to explain anything to you, one who you felt so strange around, your mind still foggy when you looked at her when you caught glimpses of her as she worked on something. The room you entered smelled of a fireplace, it looked like it could be a study, but you weren’t sure. The warmth of the fire in the brick fireplace warmed the area, it was a small comfort given that the rest of the ship was so bloody cold. There were books lining the shelves, there were mounted creature heads above the fireplace, and from what you could see, there seemed to be artifacts, weapons, and specific books in glass cases; this felt more like a hunter’s lounge than a study. There was a faint smell of cigars, but it was so faint that you figured no one had been smoking them recently.

As you walked into the room a little more, you looked at the chair facing the fireplace. On the side table, there was a small tumbler of amber liquid, a plate of half-eaten cucumber slices, some sort of orange-colored jam, and clotted cream. Oh, no, you had to leave. You turned and walked straight into her chest. She caught your arms so you wouldn’t fall back. She looked down at you with a smile that couldn’t quite make up its mind if it wanted to be a smile.

“So I have finally caught my little mouse.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, causing you to shiver. “Have you enjoyed poking around my private room?” She asked in a tone that was dangerous, almost daring you to answer. Her hands tightened a bit on your arms before she let you go, walking towards the chair. “I’ve had a long day,” she started.

You wondered what she did all day; you hadn’t seen her or heard her. You watched her unceremoniously flop into the large, high-backed armchair in front of the fireplace. You stood there silently, you could slip out of the room quietly. You could return to the guest room she had given you and stay hidden as long as you could.

“Go on, ask about it.” Her voice sounded from the chair as she grabbed the little tumbler, holding it between three delicate fingers and pulling it up to her lips. Her lipstick made a smudge on the glass as she took the liquid into her mouth, setting the cup back down. Her fingertips grazed the glass as she pulled her hand back and swallowed the sip she had taken before she turned her face slightly, watching you out of the corner of her eye. “Don’t be rude, and just stand there silently.” Her lips twitched into a half-smirk.

You awkwardly forced yourself to walk closer; you gave the chair a wide distance as you stepped around the right side of it. “Why was your day long?” you asked, watching her carefully.

She was silent as she picked up a slice of cucumber, putting a small dollop of the jam on it, and then another small dollop of the clotted cream. She popped the whole thing in her mouth, chewing, before letting her tongue dart to the corner of her lips, where some cream had escaped. You looked away and down, waiting for her to answer, your arms wrapped around yourself a bit, before you forced your gaze back onto her.

“Do you want some?” she asked, motioning to the treat she had been eating. You shook your head. “Have you eaten since you got here? Well, you must have; your body doesn’t seem to be deteriorating.” She said as she eyed you over. “Eat,” she said more firmly. You shifted again and moved to carefully take one of the cucumber slices, putting it in your mouth. You had been able to sneak to the kitchen and had been eating, but you weren’t going to make her mad by not taking what she offered.

“So, why was your day long?” You tried to ask again, taking another cucumber slice, this time adding a little bit of the jam, and you were surprised it was apricot jam. The surprised look you gave seemed to have prompted her.

“It’s from The Scoundrel’s Club, a very prestigious member’s club. Well, that was until they so rudely threw me out since I was no longer a man. Silly of them, really. I held a chair there for countless years. Shame what I had to do to them for their disrespect,” she muttered a bit.

“The Scoundrel’s Club?” you asked carefully. She nodded, but didn’t elaborate on it. You also had questions about her other statement, but really, you didn't have any reason to ask about it. You sighed and looked for a seat; there was only the stool to the armchair, so you sat on that in front of her. “Alright then, what did you do to them?” You asked, and your gut told you that was the wrong question because there was this sort of delighted, almost off-putting grin that took her lips. You immediately regretted your decision to ask.

There was a moment of silence as she seemed to be getting the details of her story in order. Taking another sip of the liquid in the tumbler, you could only guess it was some sort of sipping whiskey, which you weren’t expecting, but then again, you knew nothing about this woman.

“Well, you see, as one of the longest-standing members of the club, it was very rude of them to cast me out, so I ruined one’s life, then collapsed the bridge he was on; one had a nasty accident with a train; you should have seen the splatter.” She smirked softly, imitating a sort of splatter sound, flexing her hand to imitate a 'splatter’. You grimaced, not wanting to think about what she had said. “Little bitty bits of Bobo Braithwaite all over the English countryside, ironic because it was his railroad.” The woman giggled a bit. You shivered, trying not to vividly imagine it. You didn’t know whoever that man was, but you almost felt bad.

"Oh, don’t feel bad; these were all terrible people, so in a way, my revenge was for the better.” She made a face and then shook her head, continuing speaking before you could voice your opinion on it. “Then I —” She started to continue and looked back at you with a frown. “Are you not enjoying my story? You look pale, pet.” She let her face drop in expression as she watched you.

“I mean, is this why you had a long day?” You asked calmly, trying not to look at her, making it a point to look at your hands that sat in your lap as you listened to her. This woman spoke of murder like it was a normal Tuesday, as if it were a jaunty walk around the park. You were stressed and nervous, and yet the only thing she really had done to you was kidnap you and make vague threats.

“Oh, no, but it was a valuable lesson about being rude... and what I would do to people I know versus a stranger like you if you continue to be rude and keep avoiding me...in my own tardis...rather rude indeed.” She said, gauging your reaction.

“Tardis?” you asked.

"Oh, for...” she sounded annoyed. “Yes, the machine we are in... Tardis, Time and Relative Dimension in Space, you have figured out now that I am not of Earth, yes?” She raised an eyebrow, and you nodded. "I know you silly little apes are stupid, but I have to assume you are at least a little clever...or you would be dreadfully boring."

You made a face at her insult.

“You have two heartbeats and are like, so cold when you touch me, and all of this...” You motioned around yourself. “It is too insane to be worldly.” You sighed. “So, yes, I figured you weren’t human.” You said you were trying to sound calm, and you looked at her again. You weren't entirely set on aliens as the story, but everything was too weird to be just your run-of-the-mill normal human activities.

“You are correct; I am superior to you, little primitive apes….I am a Time Lady.” She said like that meant anything to you. You nodded a bit, waiting to see if she would explain, but given her piss-poor explanations so far, you didn’t expect it. “I am the most dangerous being in the universe.” She nodded and grinned a bit at you, You weren’t sure you liked that either. “And unfortunately for you, I still haven’t figured out why they targeted you to get to me.” She said her expression changed as her cold eyes bore into yours like she was searching for something—anything that would give her a clue as to who you were, why the assassin blew up your flat, and why she didn’t want to immediately kill you. Logically, she should kill you and take away whatever leverage these assassins thought they had on her. However, her curiosity about why they thought you were leveraged over her got the better of her. She decided if she didn't figure it out soon, she would just throw you into the time vortex or something and be done with you, but for now, the situation was intriguing enough to keep her attention. Well, keep the little spots between her plans interesting enough anyway.

“Delightful.” You muttered a bit and shifted on the stool. “So what is a Time Lady?” you tried; maybe if you asked specific questions, you might be able to get some sort of semblance of what is happening. “And why does that make you superior?” It was your turn to raise an eyebrow.

The woman scoffed and shook her head. “I don't have the time to explain the complexity of being the elite of Gallifreyan society, especially to you.” She waved you off.

"Okay, that sounds fake.” you shrugged. “Time Lady, ridiculous title, ‘elite of Galli...Gallif’..”

“Gallifreyan….” She repeated it calmly, like you were a child. “If you are going to try to be insulting, at least know the words you are saying.” She drawled.

You crossed your arms across your chest and sighed as you rolled your eyes. “Elites of Gallifreyan society... It sounds like you are trying to convince me that you are supposed to be important. You said your tone was trying to be teasing, but you weren’t sure how she would take it. “But it also holds the same gravity as a celebrity thinking they are important just because they are Hollywood elite.” You muttered. “Pretentious,” you sighed, but you felt the air shift before you saw her move.

You yelped as you were dragged off the footstool forward by your shirt collar. Her face was close to yours as she moved her fingers around your throat. “Did you not learn anything from my tale of being rude? Do I have to show you or teach you a lesson? You have been nothing but an annoying little mouse plaguing my tardis. I saved your life, and you are being an annoying little brat, speaking out of turn, with much more confidence than someone like you should have.” She said her fingers flexed around your throat as she spoke, your back against the footstool as she held you down with surprising strength.

You choked out, your hands going to her arm, one by her wrist and the other up on her forearm, trying to pry her fingers off your throat. There was a predatory glint in her blue eyes as she kept you pinned, ensuring you made eye contact with her as you struggled to breathe. Your cheeks turned red from how she held your throat; just enough air was able to get to your lungs to keep you conscious, though your body struggled and your lungs started to hurt. “I'm not going to let you go until you...” She seemed to pause in thought. “Say something nice.” She said it in a light tone, like she wasn't choking you.

Something nice? What sort of something nice did she want? Your mind was getting foggy; you were getting dizzy from the struggle of trying to intake air and panicking, and now she wanted you to say something nice.

“Come on, then, say something nice.” She said it more impatiently.

“You're scary and pretty.” You stammer out quickly, your fingers prying harder.

“Is that the best you've got—scary and pretty? That's not very nice, and you know what, pet, address me properly.” She said, pushing your back further over the footstool, your spine digging into the wood of it, sending pain through you. Your eyes darted around, looking for anything. Landing on the fire, you grimaced, and your jaw clenched a bit as you gritted your teeth. “You are like fire!” You started to panic. “Mistress, you are like fire—burning, intense, chaotic, but beautiful—a force to be reckoned with.”You tried to sound poetic; perhaps if you weren’t at the hands of a dangerous psychopath, you could string your words together better and maybe sound like you knew how to flatter someone. However, the word ‘Mistress’ still felt weird on your tongue.

Her hand pushed you hard before it was off your throat, leaving you a panting mess clinging to the footstool beneath you. Your hand held your throat, rubbing it as you took some heavy breaths in. "Better, I suppose; I'll expect something better next time,” she muttered, watching you as she crossed one leg over the other as she leaned back in the chair. “Now don't be rude again.” She warned. “Or I will end your pathetic little existence; really, you humans have such a short lifespan, and it would be a shame to cut yours shorter because you don't know your place.” She sighed and shook her head.

The only thing you could do was look at her with a mix of emotions before nodding. “You can make it up to me; you will join me for tea tomorrow, and we will talk more then. Go on off, you pop.” She waved you off. You scrambled to your feet and quickly raced to get out of the room.

Your hurried footfall caused the dark metal hallway to echo as you navigated it back to the room you were staying in. You closed the door behind you, slid down it, and let your hand rest on your throat, rubbing it still. Your mind was racing; there was so much happening, and you still didn't have any answers. After what felt like forever, you pulled yourself up and dragged yourself to the bed; it wasn't nearly as comfortable as your own bed, but being as you no longer had a bed and were trapped here with The Mistress, it would have to do. You lay down, burying yourself under the covers; your lower back stung, and you knew a bruise was forming. You curled into yourself, trying to relax, but your body was on high alert, listening for the sounds of her footsteps.

Eventually, your body ebbed into sleep, and you dreamt of many things—things you couldn't quite remember when you woke up—but your body was warm and flush, so it couldn't have been nothing, and she-- the thought of her brought you an even more confusing feeling. You had tea with her today, an invitation you were not allowed to break. You sat up from the bed and were startled when there was a neat pile of clean clothing sitting on the dresser with a note. She had been here. When you were sleeping? How did your body not wake you up?

You carefully got off the bed and went to check out the note and clothing. The note was in perfect script, black ink spelled out, ‘Get cleaned up and dressed; meet me in the study for tea. -M.’

Your fingers trailed over the soft material, it was black and looked formfitted—not exactly your style, but it was clean, and you weren’t about to pass up the opportunity to get cleaned up properly with a fresh set of clothing. You grabbed the clothing and slipped out of the bedroom. You knew the way to the restroom, you had found it the first night you were there. The bathroom was large and marble, and the shower portion of it had one of those waterfall-style showers. You moved to turn the water on, pushing it to hot but not scalding. You moved to take your clothing off by the sink, finding a bag of toiletries had been set out for you. You assumed she had done it last night. You grabbed it and looked through it, pulling the items you needed out and giving them a quick sniff. They were fancy and smelled so good, You were quickly excited for this shower. Slipping in, you let the warm water wash over you.

The warmth was a quick comfort as your body relaxed, You stood there for a few moments, silent and reflecting, This had been an absolutely bonkers experience. If you weren’t so sure you were actively alive, you would have assumed you died when the flat exploded, and this was whatever happened after you died. Aliens, Assassins, Time Lords, and Tardises—this was all so much to take in. You felt numb, how were you going to get out of this? You were a prisoner on an alien ship, one that felt like it only tolerated you, much like its owner.

You worked the shampoo into your hair, as you thought, the smell was nice and assaulted your senses in the best sort of way. The Mistress did know how to pick scents, it seemed, because you were in love with the smell of the soaps she had given you to bathe with. It could be worse; everything so far—what happened last night hadn’t been so bad. Scary and very much uncalled for, but from her stories, that had been nothing.

You just wished you could help figure out what these Assassins wanted with you, you had no idea why they had targeted you, honestly, you weren’t someone important—well, not in the grand scheme of the universe after all.

You got to thinking as you washed up, maybe the assassins were from the future; was it really a stretch? Maybe they had come back to the past; of course, you were sure the woman had already thought of this; you wished she would share just a little more with you, anything more to help you understand the situation rather than leaving you floundering and drowning in a situation where you were out of your element. Today at tea, you were going to demand answers—not rudely, but you were going to get the answers you wanted.

You finished getting cleaned up, dried off, and got dressed quickly. Your stomach gave a low rumble, and as you made your way back to that study you had found last night, your heart started to pound in your throat as you made your way there. The memories of her hand around your throat flashed in your mind—how terrified you had been at that moment.

The study door was open, and you took a breath while walking in. “Usually we would take tea in the sphere; it has a delightful garden, but you are safest in the Tardis.” She said as you entered, your eyes scanned the room quickly, and fell on her. She sat up on this little raised part by some bookshelves. A small tea set was set out on the small table in front of her, along with a few different fruits and cakes. It was a proper tea setup. You moved to sit in the armchair that was angled towards hers.

“I see.” You said lightly.

“I am glad the clothing fits; I couldn’t have you traipsing about in those old, gross clothes, now could I?” She said as she poured herself a cup of tea, then poured you one. “Sugar? Cream?” She asked. You watched her, her body language was sort of rigid, but she was trying to present herself as friendly. You shifted in the armchair. You nodded and told her the amount you liked before she gave you the cup. You held the saucer in your hand and then took the cup off of it, putting it down. You held the warm glass in your hands, staring down into the liquid.

“It’s not poison,” She spoke with a little grin that made you wonder if she was telling the truth. “I wouldn’t poison you, don’t be boring, I wouldn't ruin tea like that, not for you... Not after I’ve gone through great lengths to keep you safe….you are welcome.” She said expectantly.

Was she expecting you to say thank you for her kidnapping you? Was she kidding? You brought the cup to your lips, taking a small sip of the tea. It was a nice blend of lavender and black tea. You could feel those icy blue eyes that were so enchanting watching your every move, like she was studying you and analyzing everything about you.

“So have you found out anything about the…uh…assassins?” You asked after a moment of silence.

"Yes, that was my long day yesterday,” she said, taking a sip of her own tea. “They are time assassins, much like weeping angels...oh right, I suppose you wouldn’t know what those are...hm, simple terms for you, I think,” she said, stirring her tea with a little silver spoon that she brought up to her mouth and let the tip of it press against her lips in thought. You watched her calmly, and you noticed she was wearing black today; it was still in the same style as her plum outfit, and her hair was still up, but some pieces had fallen to rest against her temple, but she didn’t seem to pay attention to it.

“You don’t have to use simple terms, I do understand some things, I’m not stupid.” You protested after she took a few more minutes to think.

“Oh, alright then, weeping angels are a sort of quantum-locked species, the lonely assassins they call them, they can take the form of many things, statues are their main appearance; and they can only move about if no sentient life forms are watching them. Essentially, what they do is touch you and put you into the past—a mercy they call it—letting their victims live a full life; they can consume the remaining time and energy that way, and of course, when they are in a pinch, they will just snap your neck like a wee little twig,” she mused, taking another sip of her tea and licking the corner of her lip before she continued. “Now, Time Assassins have taken that theory but are much more murderous; their bullets act as a weeping angel’s powers do, sending their victim back in time. The theory is that they shoot them somewhere vital, send the body back in time, and the past now has a John or Jane Doe to deal with, and the present has a missing person,” she explained. “Surely they don’t think that will work on me; I’ll just regenerate,” she shrugged.

“Regenerate? ” You asked, shaking your head a bit.

“Yes, the perks of being me. You see, if I get wounded mortally, my body has a sort of defense where it will heal itself through regeneration. Of course, I won’t look like this anymore. Shame, because this one has been delightful so far. Of course it took some time to get used to, my first go as a woman,” she mused.

“So.” You paused, taking a minute to gather your thoughts and put some things together. “You can just change your gender?”

“Yes and no, I don’t quite get a choice in it; all a bit of luck of the draw sometimes... most times... doesn’t matter; we Time Lords and Ladies are eons above your human notions of gender and roles.” She waved it off and looked at you with a cat-like grin.

“Okay, so… If their methods wouldn’t work on you, why use that method? And why come after you in the first place, and me?” You asked, leaning back in the chair a bit. You didn’t want to seem so tense, but you were. You watched as she took a look around the room in thought before her eyes returned to yours.

“Well, it could work, but I’m not getting into that with you; you don’t need to know all the nasty little details.” She nodded. “What I am more interested in is why they think you are important enough to go after to lure me out.” She spoke, her fingers trailing over the lip of the teacup in thought.

“Well, maybe in the future...” you trailed off, not really wanting to continue the thought.

“Oh, you think you are somehow important to me in the future.” She gave a wicked little smirk. “Now now pet, I am highly doubtful; you are cute, but...” she trailed off as well. She didn’t do relationships unless you had something to offer her, she paused. Perhaps you were another Lucy, a means to an end, a loyal pet. She clicked her tongue against her teeth as she thought about it, leaving you in silence.

"No, that might make sense... Perhaps they misunderstood our relationship.” She spoke after a long while. You blinked and shifted again. “I don’t think they are trying to lure me; well, this me or their intel was wrong.” She mused, leaning back as she thought of all the scenarios and which one would be the most accurate. “Either way, they came to this time for a reason: to go after you. They had made an earlier attempt at me, but it didn’t work out for them, so they changed tactics. You were supposed to be in your apartment when it blew up, which they thought would bring me out in a rage.” She grinned as she put things together. “funny… I wonder what you did to catch my attention if this theory of mine is correct.” She looked at you more closely.

Her eyes glided over your features, you weren’t the most offensive thing to the eyes, you were attractive, she had seen your thoughts, she knew you were intelligent, at least for a human, you also had an attitude, she almost liked that about you. You could be useful, she just had to get you loyal, she could just hypnotize you again, but that could be broken, shaken, true genuine loyalty was something else that couldn’t be broken as easily, she knew that well, the Doctor and his little human pets were a testament to that.

You shrugged, you had no idea, you had thought she was beautiful when you saw her at the tea shop, and you still thought she was, but now there was a danger to her, she wasn’t just a stranger at the tea shop anymore, she was the alien that kidnapped you, the Mistress, or at least that was what she insisted you called her, but you really didn’t want to do that.

“You are still so scared of me; your heart hasn’t stopped racing since you walked in.” She smirked, leaning forward just a bit. You shook your head, but it was a lie; she did make you nervous. "Oh, puppy, is it because I got a little rough last night?” She said it in a flirty tone that took you by surprise; she made it sound like it was an intimate encounter, not a violent one, but from what you could gather about her, maybe they were one and the same.

“Don’t call me that.” You shook your head. “I am nervous because you are a stranger, a murderous one, a violent one, who kidnapped me.” You said your voice was strong at the beginning but wavered at the end.

“Would you prefer Kitten?” She said she watched you, not denying the rest. “And I kidnapped you because they would have killed you... At least that is the running theory. To get to me, you should be thanking me.” She mused, leaning back again and watching you.

“I would prefer my name,” you said exasperatedly, saying your name.

Missy paused and sighed. "Oh, alright, since we are going to be in this together for a bit longer than I anticipated, I suppose I could occasionally use your name, don’t get used to it…I won’t remember it.” A lie, she would remember it, but she would continue to use little pet names for you since they seemed to irritate you. “I suppose, as a sign of good faith, you can call me Missy,” she said after a moment.

“Missy,” you repeated. “Okay, I can do that one.” You nodded.

“You will still call me Mistress, but I suppose you can call me Missy occasionally.” She calmly spoke, putting her teacup down. “I think I will look up everything I need to know about you,” she mused, watching you for your reaction.

“Or you could ask me like a normal person.” You sighed, shaking your head.

“No….absolutely not….boring small talk… dreadful.” She shook her head.

"Well, then tell me more about you.” You sighed, carefully reaching for one of the tea cakes.

“Oh…sure–” She started, and you laughed, causing her to frown. “Why is that funny?”

“You’ll talk about you, but you don’t want to talk about me, calling it boring small talk.” You said taking a bite of the cake.

"Yes, well, because it is. You are a boring little human. I am The Mistress, a renegade Time Lady who has conquered planets.” She chuckled, making a grand gesture with her hand. “The greatest archenemy of the Doctor, and all around much more interesting.” She gave a smaller grin.

“Oh…The Doctor?” You asked, “Do all um-- Gallifreyan’s have silly titles?” You asked with a small grin of your own.

“Oh hush, The Mistress is a powerful title.” She raised an eyebrow. “So was my former moniker, The Master, bit cheeky, bit sexy, it strikes fear, is straight to the point, of who is in control and owns you.” She waved you off. You shook your head a bit but dropped it. You weren't interested in trying to tease her and have her get mad, thinking you were being rude about it. Your mind drifted back to last night, and you cleared your throat, pushing the thoughts away again. You were certainly going to say something later about the whole Mistress/Master motif.

“Who is the Doctor?” You questioned, and the energy shifted, and you felt you had made a mistake again.

“You won’t have to worry about him.” She said calmly, though her body language told you otherwise, you weren’t going to push it; you didn’t want her to be mad.

“Okay, so what is our plan about the time assassins?” You asked while trying to get back on track.

“Oh, yes, well, I figured I would dangle you as bait, don’t worry, pet, they won’t get close enough to kill you... But we are going to make them make another big mistake, which hopefully will give me time to catch one. We bring him to an undisclosed location and get our answers through a series of slow, painful tortures, though I do suppose torture doesn’t really work...but it will make me feel better.” She said her tone was light, like she was talking about the weather. “I’ll probably just get into their mind, poke around, take the information I want, and then kill them, and they will join my cyberdears,” she shrugged. "Oh, that’s a good one, you’ll love it,” she nodded.

You blinked “Cyberdears?” you asked, looking at her in confusion.

"Oh, I can’t spoil the surprise, pet, but it is going to go viral,” she nodded.

She confused you; sometimes she was so posh, and then other times she was silly with her words, like when you watched a person from an older generation try the slang of this generation. However, once that thought subsided, there was an undertone you hadn’t caught before, but her smirk told you there was certainly something much darker to these cyberdears, as she called them.

“Are those skeletons in the tanks?” You asked, but you were still uncomfortable with the idea of there being ninety-one of them, just right outside her tardis.

“Shh, spoilers pet,” she giggled like it was her own inside joke. You grimaced but nodded, finishing your cup of tea and the tea cake you had grabbed. “So it’s settled, you’ll play the delightful worm on a hook, and we will catch us a time assassin,” she grinned widely. “I bet you’ll squirm perfectly.” She nodded.

You frowned, you didn’t like this idea. “Was that a compliment? An insult?” you asked.

“Yes.” She nodded and took a large bite of tea cake herself.

“There has to be a safer way, you’ve gone through all this trouble of making sure I don’t leave your ship, and now the plan is to dangle me out in public, waiting for the Assassin to make their move? What if they, I dunno, are good snipers?” You sighed.

“Well, you see, we go somewhere where we have the advantage.” She watched you, giving you a look that told you she found you annoyingly amusing. “No multiple high ledges, and plus, I’ll be watching you, don’t you trust me?” She teased you, and you blinked at her. What did you say to that? If you said no, she might get angry. You didn’t trust her; trust was earned, and all she had done was kidnap you. Well, that wasn’t fair to say; she did technically keep you safe from harm, but that didn’t excuse the whole kidnapping thing.

You opened your mouth a few times, trying to find the words. This amused her because she called you a trout and took another big bite of her tea cake. “Well, my dear, do you trust me?” she pressed, feeling your apprehension and deciding to play with it a bit.

“N…w….” You stammered.

“Oh dear, was that an attempt at a no?" She grinned, putting the plate down and turning to face you full-on.

“No, I mean yes, I don’t trust you; I don’t know you. It’s been eggshells since you kidnapped.” Missy, cut you off.

“Saved.” Missy nodded, correcting you.

“No matter what you call it, you won’t let me go.” You firmly spoke.

She shook her head, like what you were saying was nonsense. “So you would rather walk out there, out of my little safe haven, and then get killed? All because I am so scary?” She watched your movements closely. You sighed and shook your head. That wasn’t what you wanted, you wanted freedom, but you wanted not to be killed by some assassins who were coming after you because of her.

“Maybe just a little freedom; I haven’t been outside of this.” You motioned around, talking about the ship. “In a week now, we barely know each other, and I don’t know, maybe I’m just having a hard time with everything right now!” You sighed and shook your head, looking away from her. You grimaced again. You didn’t want to be too emotional, but you hadn’t really had time to relax enough to work through things.

"Jeeze, you humans are touchy... emotional...” she muttered, crossing her arms and looking at you. There was a long silence. “You are going to be fine….you are as safe as you can be here. If I personally wanted you dead, you wouldn’t have survived this long; I would have released you into the tardis’s underlevels and hunted you for sport.” She said calmly, “Now, we are going to finish tea; you are going to go slink off, you will join me for dinner at seven p.m. sharp, and then we will discuss this plan further, no more gross emotions from you. Do you understand?” She said like there was no room to argue.

You nodded and looked back down at your hands. You could get through today, and once again you had more questions than answers, but it was fine, you had accepted that this woman wouldn’t give you a straight answer.

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star-going-supernova · 10 months ago

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Glamrock Circus Baby is a thing and she operates in the ice cream parlor at Bonnie Bowl. If you wanna do the GlamMike headcanon, with Elizabeth still possessing Baby, just A LOT calmer now, then that would be an epic, and also very worrying, rivalry.

Prompt from Hydrangea_Cherry9 on ao3! This is pre Security Breach, if SB even happens in this AU.

Sibling Rivalries Never Die

Glamrock Bella Bunny, the rebranded and redesigned Circus Baby, wasn’t a terrible host for Elizabeth Afton. At least she wasn’t stuck in a mechanical clown anymore, though she hadn’t quite decided if the red and pastel pink bunny—because heaven forbid the pizzaplex have a human-ish animatronic—was actually better.

(It did soothe something in her tormented, tattered soul that this animatronic didn’t have any mechanism for snatching innocent kids. She had maybe been in a better mood since she didn’t have to live with being stuck in her murderer’s body.)

The best part of her new twisted existence was the company. And she didn’t mean Bonnie, who Bella saw and interacted with most often. No, there was nothing like a bit of schadenfreude to lift one’s spirit (pun intended).

She threw a handful of plastic spoons at Glamrock Freddy, the current host for her older brother. It was a slow day, and there was no one at the counter to catch her misbehaving.

“Seriously?” he said, more annoyed than any child would ever hear the great Freddy Fazbear be. “Real mature, Li—Bella.”

“Get lost, Freddy. Or can you not read?” She pointed over at the hand drawn sign that Monty had been happy to make for her. A great big red X slashed over a sloppy crayon depiction of Freddy’s face, with BANNED written above it.

“Oh, for the love of—I’m here to see Bonnie. Not you. It’s not my fault you’re stuck in the bowling alley.”

“I prefer ‘defending my territory,’” Elizabeth said with a haughty sniff. “And if free roaming makes you so high and mighty, then you can go wander around elsewhere and wait for your boyfriend to join you.”

Michael sputtered. “We aren’t—Bonnie’s not my boyfriend!”

“Mhm, sure.” She roughly scooped a generous ball of strawberry and unceremoniously lobbed it at his chest. “Oops. Guess you’ve gotta go get cleaned up.”

“You’re such a brat,” he snapped, snatching up a handful of napkins to try and mop up the mess of pink ice cream splatter. “You can’t still be mad about last week.”

Bella wasn’t an animatronic particularly suited to hissing and gnashing her teeth, but Elizabeth was nothing if not furious and determined. “If it wouldn’t get me decommissioned, I’d jump over the counter right now and rip your arms off, you pathetic excuse for a—”

“What’d he do?” a child’s voice interrupted.

Circuits sparking in surprise, they both jumped. Michael stumbled to the side, revealing a boy who had been standing behind him. It was hard for an animatronic to be shocked into shutdown, but seeing the absolute spitting image of their dead younger brother staring back at them with a mischievous sort of fascination did the job.

Michael choked out a yelp before his eyes went dark, and Freddy unceremoniously toppled over to the tiled floor. Elizabeth—and she would gloat about this later—lasted a moment longer, her mouth flapping with her speechlessness before her core overheated and forced a reboot.

In the final moment before her vision cut out, she would have sworn she saw a copy of her brother beside and a bit above the boy, as if floating. And that second Evan, the see-through one, looked as surprised as Elizabeth felt.

#fnaf fic #fnaf security breach #star's stories #life and times of star

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astranite · 10 months ago

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Notes- Christmas TAG secret santa fic.

Because of this post and @janetm74 and @edutainer2022 here are my additional notes for my 2023 thunderfam secret santa fic.

It contains brainstorming that became part of the og fic and notes as a continuation for the car ride. It was actually these that I came up with first and intended to write but got side tracked with explorations of getting ready, especially given the prompt i was given was “Every day is a school day” with Jeff and Lucy. Also deadlines!

Mind that this is pretty much as is from my notes in its entirety, complete with spelling errors, partial sentences and utter lack of cohesion as I jumped between ideas.

Link for the fic proper on ao3.

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“Every day is a school day” Jeff and Lucy. And everyone.

Car drive to spent christmas with Grandma and Grant at Gran Rocha. The preparing and road tripping shenanigans.

getting all five kids plus themselves and luggage into the car on time as chaotic as a school day. Jeffs line?

S15, J13, V12, G 6?7, A3

Wake-up call. Alarm going off Lucy tired and grumpy where Virgil gets it from. I’ll get the kids up and you can head straight to the coffee. Jeff fooling around like mock drill sergeant. Scott’s grumpy teenness and chucking a pillow at him with surprisingly good aim for supposedly asleep. Scott getting up. Bed hair mess that Jeff runs a gentle hand through pulling him into a hug. Virgil and John. John and Bagel the cat curled up together. Both hissing at him in unison. Virgil needed to be hugged and woken up more slowly.

Down in the kitchen. Jeff kissing Lucy and trying to steal her coffee. No you cannot steal my coffee Jefferson Tracy, you have your own. Lucy’s massive science pun mug. Hair in her face looking like little Virgil.

HURRICANE LUCY. Time skip to about to go?

packing- John wanting to fit telescope. Or “But I did leave my telescope behind” but bag full of books.

Last min shoving presents in. Neighbour to feed the cat.

Scott nabbed the car keys first on massive ** many different keychain so neither Lucy nor Jeff could lose them. Swinging them around his finger, “can I drive” Parental chorus of “No!” Doesn't have license yet but is learning to pilot. argument of Grandma lets me drive on the ranch. Thats the beat up old ute and theres nothing much out there to hit any way.

And they were done. Bags were in the car, kids were in the car, last final bathroom stops had been had. Lucy patted down her pockets. Keys! She didn’t have them, so Jeff must except that he didn’t. Surely the couldn’t have lost them with the neon pink rocket ship key chain attached to prevent this. Until they both spied Scott leaning against the drivers side door and swinging them around his finger.

“So, can I drive?” Scott asked as if he didn’t already know the answer to that question.

“No,” came the parental chorus.

Then the other kids repeating them, picking up on it slightly behind.

Scott grinning and tossed the keys in the air one last time then caught them. He passed them to Lucy’s waiting hand prompted by a stern eyebrow.

7 seater beat up car. Drive- Kansas to Texas. approx 9 hours to 8 1/2. Lucy english thinking its ages. at least america had good highways. and from her mothers tales at least kangaroo spotter was a redundant position.

Panic at dress clothes for Christmas day

someone packed no underpants. Gordon only packed underwear and swimmers. Trying to sort laundry at last minute. Jeff’s haphazard packing of his own clothes with getting everyone else in military order. Lucy remarking jokingly, “Mightve gotten to mars adn forgot your space suit.

Jeff the nerd, calling Grandma to tell on our way, “Houston we have take off”. Kids dramatic countdown. A “finally”. FOnd eye rolls.

John and Virgil at back seats. Johns already long limbs folded up.

Scott getting the dubious privelige of the middle row. but centre seat between Alan and Gords car seats and on big brother duty.

Lucy hoping but not expecting to get some rest on the trip. Up all night getting ready. has mystery novel to read. but trying to wrangle kids. Putting Jeff’s cowboy hat over her face to keep the sun off as she sleeps.

Stops for toilet breaks. Lunch fast food. “Do not let gordon have soda.” Johns burger order. Virgil picking pickles out to give to john. The chips stealing. Trying to eat and drive. sending older ones in to fish younger out of the play area. losing Scott to it too, send in John planning it like a mission.

Jeff adn Lucy discussion over what coffee is supposed to do. ADHD Jeff. starting with Scott asking for coffee, cheekily. No, we dont need you any more hyper. Jeff’s confident, “Coffee doesnt do that” Even same with Aa. spirited debate. JSSo that means I can have some? eff still saying no coffee for Scott.

Lucy driving at some point.

If Lucy had to hear one more rendition of baby shark she was the one who was going to get out and walk.

music and Lucy and Virgil comparing synesthesia.

John reading massive heavy text book, splayed out across knees. not getting car sick, serve well for astronaut. for fun, reminded he didnt need to study.

Scott bored and restless. tinies asleep. no phone signal. twisting around, being told off for seat belt, trying to see what Johns doing. seat swap and he and John are in the back doing maths and physics, heads bent together. virgil eyes closed but awake or leaning around car seats to look out the windows, bobbing head to music through headphones.

when John adn Scott get stuck, calling questions out to Lucy. Jeff snoring in front seat, head on lucy;s jumper, went from wide awake to clonked out even after the coffees.

Virgil using breath on fogged up windows to draw. Scott and John used it for math.

Gordon are we there yet. Alan copying him.

naming animals and animal sounds. then naming sea creatures. then sounds of sea creatures. some known, some gordon happily making them up.

car sickness. Scott getting car sick, in spite of crazy spins and flips but then hes in control. another reshuffle, Jeff wedged into the middle seat, Lucy laughing and looking in rear view mirror at tall, broad shouldered husband folded awkwardly into the back. John and Virgil back-back. Scott getting shotgun, window open and nauseous. Vomit bags in glove box because learnt from past fiascos and puke in hat story. Scott grumps would be fine if I was driving

some point tinies and Jeff all asleep. John and Virgil happy together. Lucy getting to check in and chat to scott.

on destination. everyone there, big family. Lee? Kayo adn Kyrano and Kayo mother. Jeff brothers? packed into the big ranch house. noise and merriment. hot dry texas air. smell of good food cooking. some slight odour of burnt.

explain lucy parents farm????

“The eagle has landed” finding rooms, unpack car. eldest three in together. youngest.

John overwhelmed after trip, not wanting to talk to anyone. near tears at thought of going into party. going to stable to spent time with horses.

Virgil running up to Grant and talking his ear off, to much delight of both parties. Grant, still broad shouldered and strong from farm work, charcoal black hair now salt and pepper grey.

Achievements getting caught up with. Jeff telling grandma about scotts, Scott proud but a bit uncharacteristically shy, leaning into a side hug.

the comments of how big the kids were all getting, and theyd better not be having more. Lucy laughing and very nope five is plenty enough.

somewhat tired cranky, sticky dusty kids. Gordon spilling something sticky on him in the last hour, waiting to get there to wash him off. Recovering excitement at bath.

grandma’s welcome cookies.

——- other fic. Graduation. car crash. Injuries—the bruises. Scott burst into tears with brothers because he wants mum

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #astrawrite #jeff tracy #lucy tracy

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thedragonchilde · 3 months ago

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A ship meme I held back from when I was posting the others, because it's probably too hot for Tumblr xD So more Royal Flush shenanigans, sex prompts edition

A. VANILLA

1. Heavy kissing/heavy makeout: Oh, you'd think they were making up for lost time the way they make out

2. Dry humping/clothed sex: Bruh, you're lucky if they get totally naked half the time

3. First time: "I want this. I want you." "Yeah okay, you've got me~" [that is to say I've got a scene in mind]

4. Oral sex: Very popular choice, in both directions

5. Sex: Wow, how specific. That's only what the whole meme is about. (I know what's being implied, but I don't think it deserves an answer.)

6. Doggy style: Not necessarily their favorite, but there's something primal about it

7. Rimming: Domon was skeptical about the idea until it was done to him. Now he's a big fan.

8. With toys: As I've said, that's one of the fun things about sleeping with a trans guy, being able to choose the dick you want

9. Multiple partners: Let's put a pin in that

10. Trying a new position: Sure, why not

11. Penetrative anal sex: See "with toys"

12. Phone/video sex: Oh, they try this when they're long distance. "Try" is the operative word here. (Sexting, however, gets somewhat better mileage.)

13. Masturbation: A staple when they're long-distance, and invaluable to watch when they're learning what works on each other

14. Face-sitting: Not exactly their preferred oral configuration, as much fun as it might be to pun on it also being called "queening"

15. Mutual masturbation: Okay, is this separate-but-together, or jerking each other off? Because the former I covered in 13, and the latter is how their quickies generally go

16. Prompter’s choice

B. ROMANTIC

1. Extensive talking during foreplay and sex: Domon wasn't really much of a talker in the bedroom until he realized just how well Chibodee responds to praise

2. Body worship: Dammit, Domon is hot and he deserves to know it

3. Surprise visit at job/school/etc: Oh, you know Domon got tackled the first time he showed up to a boxing match (or, well, the first time with good intentions)

4. Romantic lighting/set up by one partner: There is really something dazzling about Domon in the sunrise

5. Overly romantic gesture that turns other partner on way too much: Chibodee pulls some strings and sneaks off to show up at Domon's door for his birthday. Domon shows his appreciation.

6. With lovey-dovey music playing: Your mileage may vary on how lovey-dovey the music itself is, but the sentiment behind Chibodee making a mix tape could turn into something

7. Taking a trip the other has always wanted to: Just one trip? Bruh, they're traveling while they can

8. Massage: This could play into the body worship, you know, paying special attention to those muscles

9. First “I love you”: Chibodee has picked up enough Japanese that he is stunned when Domon rasps "Aishiteru" against his skin

10. Tantric sex: Honestly I could see Domon being curious about this, not that they really need another layer of intensity to their sex life

11. Slow, patient foreplay/sex: Between Domon being less experienced, and Chibodee being weird about vulnerability, this is the order of the day when they're first starting out especially. (As they start exploring more, "patient" can become "painstaking" as they see how long they can make it last.)

12. Heavy eye contact: I mean, I think eye contact is sort of weird and intense for Domon in general, but then their sex life is weird and intense, so who's to say.

13. Spooning position: This is less common for the sex and more for the post-coital cuddle

14. Hands focus/holding hands: Now this is a good chunk of how they communicate, those fists open to calloused knuckles and nimble fingers

15. Prompter’s choice

C. GOOFY

1. Being dared to have sex by someone else: "Yeah, you wish we'd give you a show"

2. Laughing: Whether it's Chibodee's absurd innuendos or Domon being hilariously blunt, sometimes dirty talk gets silly

3. With food: Honestly, they way they go at it, they need to refuel between rounds

4. In costume: They had such nice fancy suits for George's wedding. Don't ask how torn up they got.

5. Comical roleplay: This is just how roleplay would go at first in general

6. Fumbling, tickly, giggly sex: Probably a reunion or other celebration, so they're already giddy and eager, and maybe then something little sets them off, a clumsy move or a stupid song on the radio

7. Attempting to go down on them under the kitchen table: I feel like this would end with a flipped table and a head injury

8. Giving a failed striptease/lap dance: Chibodee would start to do this as a joke… and it fails even as a joke because Domon's just so confused by it being out of character

9. Watching porn together and making fun of the actors/scenes: It didn't start out together; it started with Domon watching for research purposes, and got Chibodee's attention with "now that can't be right–!"

10. Distracting the other with sex: I mean, this is kind of what Chibodee tried to do their first time, keep Domon distracted enough to not question how one-sided it was. That was of course met with a resounding “oh no you don't”

11. Obscene or ridiculous dirty talk in public: Okay so there was maybe an incident where Domon had a volume control problem

12. Discovering a partner writes smutty fanfiction and reads it together/to each other: With all due respect, what?

13. Sexting gone wrong: The sexting itself was fine, Domon just didn't hide it fast enough

14. Birthday surprise!: See B5. Overly romantic gesture that turns the other on way too much

15. Prompter’s choice

D. HARDCORE

1. Rough sex: Yes.

2. Comeplay: Not their thing deliberately

3. Serious/intense roleplay: Assuming they got into it, it would have to be more about storylines/situations than characters; Domon would struggle to get into character

4. Pegging/strapons: This is supposed to be hardcore? That's just a Tuesday night

5. Sloppy, dirty sex: And that's just any night after they've been separated for a while

6. Jackhammering: Just watch for someone to be walking funny the next day

7. Breathplay: Hmm, no

8. Double penetration: Could certainly play into their overstimulation games

9. Spanking (heavy): As luscious as Domon's ass is, I'm not sure that's really in the rotation. Grabbing, biting, digging nails in, sure, but spanking not so much.

10. Fisting: Nah

11. Object penetration: They've got enough toys at their disposal that they don't need to resort to things that aren't designed to go up there

12. Cock/vagina worship: We love both natal dicks and t-dicks here

13. Squirting: Ooh, this term is just a little too gendered to comfortably talk about. But ejaculation might bring a different level of gender euphoria

14. Face-fucking: Nah, at least not on purpose; smothering isn't sexy

15. Prompter’s choice

E. KINKY

1. Painplay: Things like sensation play and overstimulation and edging can creep into this territory, you know, playing with the pleasure/pain dichotomy, but not so much deliberate pain for its own sake

2. Fetish fulfillment: One of these days Domon will work up the nerve to bring up doing it outside

3. Exhibitionism: This would only ever be an accident, and it only happened once, okay?

4. Sensory deprivation: That headband has been used as a blindfold more than once. Otherwise they're more the type to indulge in the opposite end of sensory play

5. Extreme bondage: Eh. Some bondage is definitely in the cards, but … define “extreme”

6. Dom/sub dynamic: There's a certain equality implied in rivalry that means they don't fall into power-imbalance dynamics for too long. Which isn't to say they don't dabble, only that they're not rigid about it. (That's more Argo and Nastasha’s territory.)

7. Play party: Domon gets weird about regular parties, you think he'd be down with a sex party?

8. Knifeplay: If Domon could ever be talked into roleplay, it might come with shades of this, you know, misuse of swords to create a 'dangerous' setting

9. Humiliation: Hard limit for Chibodee tbh. I'm gonna say he's prepared to safeword if competitive 'trash talk' ever accidentally runs into this

10. Orgasm denial: Not always patient enough for that, but that's part of their "tests of endurance" for sure

11. Gags: I don't actually think that would quiet them down much!

12. Begging: Stubborn as they both are, the aforementioned "tests of endurance" can eventually wind up here - but only properly negotiated, because this is very vulnerable territory

13. Aftercare: Forehead touch/leaning on each other while they come down from the high y/y? After that, they communicate better once they've eaten something (why yes there is a snack and water stash in the bedside table)

14. Safeword use: Their system just seemed intuitive; martial arts already have a 'stop/surrender' concept built in, so it made sense to translate that to sex

15. Prompter’s choice of kink

F. SITUATIONAL

1. In an elevator/otherwise enclosed space: Okay so @amplexadversary suggested a scenario where they do it in the cockpit

2. At workplace/school: There are times when they just can't wait to get home after a match, so Chibodee's dressing room does just fine

3. Knowing someone else can hear: They're so close, damnit, they can't stop now!

4. At a movie theater: Sex? No. Hickies? Absolutely.

5. In a restaurant: Wh– How??

6. Against a wall: Sometimes you only have a few minutes and a bed is too far away

7. In a car: A classic rite of passage they didn't get to experience as teenagers

8. On public transport: Making out in the back of a cab is the most I can picture here, and even that might be at odds with the whole "being public figures" thing

9. In a shower: I'm sorry, this is post-spar canoodling in an empty locker room

10. Outdoors: Domon absolutely has thought about doing it underneath a waterfall in the Guyana Highlands - shut up, it's romantic

11. In front of/by a mirror: Hm. Could this be folded into body worship, I wonder.

12. On a specific holiday: I wanted to suggest something about Christmas' romantic reputation in Japan, but something something making their own fireworks on the Fourth of July

13. At a partner’s parents’ house: Oh lord, only if they were staying with Dr Kasshu for a while for whatever reason, and it would be a comedy of errors trying to hold out until he's gone

14. In a bathtub: Not sure I see this. Chibodee isn't really a bath kind of guy, and I don't think Japanese-style baths would really allow for sex?

15. Prompter’s choice of location

#royal flush #insert racy tag here

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starryseaprincess · 21 days ago

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12 with Laios?

Domestic Life with Laios!

List of prompts

It’s been a long time since I’ve done an actual drabble lol! also i fear he may be out of character since i've never written for Laios and it's been a few months since I watched the anime haha

As always if u don’t like selfship this post might not be for u haha! Also, this ship is with Laios Touden from Delicious in Dungeon/Dungeon Meshi so if you are a non-sharing shipper, skip this!

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“Ren, could you hand me that?” Laios’ voice reached Renata’s ears as she stared at their monstrosity (no pun intended) of a meal that they were preparing. They had gotten separated from the rest of their party about half a day ago, at least it felt like it, and they had gotten hungry after walking around for a few hours, so Laios suggested that the two of them cook something up before continuing on. Renata was anxious to get back to the party as she was worried about them, but she had to admit her stomach was growling, so eventually she caved.

Renata liked Laios, she really did, but… No matter how long she travelled with him she still got grossed out by eating monsters most of the time, especially the meatier ones. The ones that were like little plants- like that walking mushroom she remembered eating before. Renata hated eating monsters considering she was half-one herself, though her fellow travelers didn’t know that “I wish we still had that bread Senshi made before.” She sighed out loud, checking in her bag to see if they had any ingredients that weren’t monsters, though Laios looked to be enjoying himself, and she had to admit he was cute when he got so excited.

Carrying over the ingredients she had leftover and cut up- some plants that resembled carrots and potatoes, and saw that he was cooking what looked to be some sort of bird type monster. It gave her pause, seeing something with wings just like her. She shook the thought from her head and deposited the chopped ingredients beside him. “I wish the others were here. Senshi always has a way to make this food look… better than it’s looking right now.” She admitted softly, to which Laios nodded in agreement before tossing the food in the pan he was using to cook the birdlike creature.

Renata had to admit it wasn’t one of the scariest dishes they’d eaten, and there was something nice about cooking together with him. It felt like something she hadn’t experienced in a long time, not since her own party had fallen apart- due to her, if you asked her. The crackling of the fire they had made filled in the silence between the two before Laios proudly proclaimed that it was finished and took it off the fire. Renata made sure to check the meat was cooked thoroughly before allowing him to portion the food for the two of them.

“Sorry you got stuck with me and not Senshi or something, haha.” She laughed out as she started picking at the food they’d made. She knew Laios and him were close since they both seemed to enjoy the… novelty of cooking and eating monsters.

“Huh?” Laios looked confusedly at her, tilting his head. He wasn’t the best with social cues or situations, but Renata never seemed to judge him on it. She was always patient and kind to him, so he was confused why he wouldn’t want to be with her. “What do you mean, Ren? Why wouldn’t I want to be stuck with you?”

“Well, you know, I’m super picky with what monsters we eat. Even more than anyone else.” Normally she didn’t like eating birdlike animals because of how close to home it was for her, but she wasn’t going to turn up her nose when it was the only monster they’d found and she hadn’t eaten since the night before.

“I like being around you. Cooking together was fun, even if it wasn’t as innovative as it can be when we’re with the others. And besides, you have the same interest in monsters as I do, even if you don’t like to eat them much! You know so much about them, I’d think you were as crazy about them as I am!”

It drew a smile to her face and she nodded. “Yeah, I’ve read about monsters ever since I was little. They always fascinated me… We had a dungeon near my village, one time, monsters would come out and people panicked. They were tiny monsters. I think they were babies who just got separated from their parents. I felt bad for them and tried to lead them back. People thought I was some sort of monster tamer, haha.” She finished eating her food while she told him her story, and he was staring at her. Renata was an enigma to him- she seemed to be able to get closer to monsters than others without them hurting her.

If only she had been there when they were fighting that dragon. Would Falin not have gotten eaten?

“Anyway.” Renata’s voice drew Laios out of his thoughts. “We should probably take a rest before trying to find the others. I can take first watch so you can get some sleep.” She insisted when he tried to protest, and eventually she won their little argument and he decided to rest his eyes for a few minutes to appease her even if he knew he wouldn’t fall asleep. After a few minutes, Laios felt her putting a blanket- she must have kept it in her bag- over him to keep him warm.

“Pleasant dreams, Laios.”

#{🍲🐦‍🔥} Rise from the Ashes #{🪽} Renata #self shipping #self ship #yumeship

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aita-blorbos · 2 months ago

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AITA for ditching my boyfriend?

i(17f) just got back from a camping trip with my (at the time) boyfriend. let's call him J.

well, me and J got back from this camping trip and when i went into my room to get ready to go to sleep and all but in a series of events that involved my waterbed exploding and my entire room being drenched i met this guy, and we can call him E.

well, hypothetically speaking, lets say that E kind of has....unique hands. like, blades. scissors. for hands. which is also why my waterbed exploded. but anyway, i had to sleep and my brothers room and i couldn't help but wonder why the hell this guy with scissors for hands was in my room and even in my house in general.

but, over the days, when i was hanging out with friends and stuff, i couldn't help but start to kind of like E. he's nice, even if he doesn't say a lot. the scissors just don't help his case that much.

well, J got E to help us break into his dads house- but E got locked in and eventually sort of arrested, but he couldn't be put on trial. i asked him why he would've done such a thing, and he said it was because i asked him to- and it finally clicked in my head that maybe E would be a better boyfriend then J, so when J showed up, i yelled at him for getting E in trouble. and i guess E didn't know why i went outside to meet J or something, because a couple of curtains and a wall or two got totally shredded.

but i defended him at family dinner- and everything went somewhat fine from there, until our christmas party night. i went outside after helping my mom a little with the christmas tree- and E was out here making this absolutely MARVELOUS sculpture. i was astounded, but then he accidentally cut my hand, and somehow J was also there and started saying that E had skewered me, when it was really just a small cut. and that prompted E to cut and run- no pun intended.

i wanted to look for him, but i didn't hear anything from him- until he suddenly showed back up. i gave him a hug, and it seemed to last an eternity. despite those scissors, he was probably one if not THE most gentle things ever. but then, my brother K almost got hit by a van and E attempted to push him out of the way and save him but ended up accidentally cutting his face for obvious reasons- one thing lead to another, and the entire neighborhood gathered together in a mob to hunt E down.

a cop convinced them that he had been shot or something, and i went into the woods to go after him. i went all the way up the stairs in that freaky huge castle and there E was. we had a heartfelt moment for just a second before J showed up and started kicking E to the curb. but, in a fleeting moment of NOT gentleness, E ended up jabbing J straight in the stomach and sent him straight out of the window.

i knew i didn't have much time left with E, so i kissed him, and he bid me goodbye before i ran back down the stairs and took a model of the exact scissors- i had to convince everyone that E was dead. so, when they showed up, i held them up and said that E and J had killed eachother.

after that night, i never went back. i don't even know if E is alive anymore for real- but i don't want to go check because i want E to remember me the way i was. even though i was like 17 when this happened and i had about 50 years after that to check up even just once. at least it snows now. thanks, E!!

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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shwoo · 1 year ago

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For day 12 of @flooftober, my random number generator spat out Triffany as the character for Floofty to interact with. And one of the prompts is dirt. So that works well for Triffany! It was harder to figure out why Floofty would also be there, though.

(Prompt list)

Title: Fixing the distance between the eyes Summary: Triffany invites Floofty to an archaeological dig. (Also on AO3)

Triffany was only five years into her explanation of the ten-year abandonment of Grumpium when something whitish appeared beneath Floofty's shovel. They cleared their throat. "Professor Lottablog…" If that was what they hoped it was, they needed to let the expert uncover it.

"Oh!" said Triffany. "Let me get that for ya." She bent over Floofty's part of the square pit they'd dug.

"Forgive me," said Floofty, "but I am still bursting with curiosity as to the purpose of this excavation." It was just the ancient foundations of a house on a farm someplace, and while Triffany found things like this endlessly fascinating, she knew that Floofty did not. She'd already found and removed something from this pit, and she wouldn't tell Floofty what it was.

Triffany brushed a little more dirt off the thing Floofty had found before she answered. "Oh, that. I just don't wanna bias ya. Could you hang on for just a femur minutes?" She chuckled.

Floofty laughed, wishing they could slip macabre puns into conversation as well as Triffany could. "Very well then."

Soon, Triffany had uncovered enough that Floofty could see that their first guess had been right. It was a Grumpus skull. The flatness of the upper jaw and the heavily reduced molars were unmistakeable.

"A skeleton…" they breathed.

"Well, yes," said Triffany. "And that's weird enough in an average farmhouse. Folks aren't usually left where they drop dead. But, um… Well… looks like it has a body, too, and…"

Floofty clasped and unclasped their hands behind their back, trying to contain their impatience as Triffany continued her work.

Once the skeleton's abdomen was completely uncovered, Triffany mumbled "Right there in this one, too… Uh, Floofty, tell me what you make of this."

Floofty inspected the skeleton's ribcage. There was something in there, and it wasn't dirt. It was… some sort of slime? They leaned in close and sniffed it. It had a rich, earthy sort of scent, distinct from the dirt all around them, but it also smelled… appetising. "Snakmatter?"

"See, that's what I thought," said Triffany. "But you know way more about it than I do."

"I will need to study it in more detail to be sure, but…" said Floofty. "We may need to inform the mayor."

They didn't know what he could do, but it was more than the two of them could do alone.

#Bugsnax #Flooftober #Floofty Fizzlebean #Triffany Lottablog #fanfiction #Shwoo's writing #Grumpus skulls in game actually don't have molars but I think they should #Let them have more than seven teeth :(#Or six if you're Snorpy #I think this is a cool story seed though I'm not sure where it would go from here

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corviisquire · 11 months ago

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Massive Ranne Story Lore dump bc I hit art block

Pardon any grammar and spelling mistakes. My fingers type too fast for autocorrect to save me.

Don’t read if you don’t want to.

It’s long and I’m just using this post as a little diary. It’s for my own sake because writing this down is good for my organization.

Goals that I want to start soon for this story:

- Figure out a story name (I was calling it The Fall of Eden for awhile but the sleep token influence is too strongly depicted so no)

- Design Ranne’s weapons (Zweihander, scythe, short one handed sword of some sort)

- Ranne’s move set if they were a fromsoft style boss (bro for sure inflicts frost and blood loss)

- Armor sets for Ranne (Right now I need to finalize their basic black armor and cloak, but I would like to design different sets)

- Design more characters!! (Elaboration below in lore spiel)

So the lore break down begins.

Note: all characters without names mentioned are only concepts that live in my head and will be drawn out eventually. Ranne and Punicae are the only ones I’ve drawn. Find them in the tags.

World style: Ofc I’m heavily influenced by fromsoft specifically Elden ring because it sort of captures how I imagine Ranne’s world looking like. It would be a little more realistic geography wise (No Caelid like environments or that crazy scary underground place that’s purple). More first-area-of-Dark-souls-esk. Ranne dwells in a chronically snowy mountainous forest area. Being the god of winter and birds, theyre very solitary and cold (pun intended). Although Ranne can be merciless, they respect their boundaries and are polite to lower ranked gods.

In the god/deity hierarchy: the elder gods (creators of the oceans, fire, sky, etc) are on top, second tier gods like Ranne (other gods of the seasons, significant landmarks, planets, moons, other shit like that ig), third tier deities like demigods and Punicae (deities of less importance), last are other montrous creatures and mortals of significant power granted by gods.

Back on track, Ranne lore wise I’m thinking they developed a relationship with the god of autumn and decay. Ranne is androgynous representing and I would like this Autumn god to be masculine. It takes awhile for the autumn guy to win over Ranne but they become friends (and maybe something more cause I can’t deny myself an angsty love story 🤭).

Here comes the spring god. Feminine representing (I know it’s cliche but I can’t make everyone genderless). I like the idea of all the gods not being perfect and good in the story, everyone has blood on they’re hands (except maybe a top tier motherly elder being that will be concepted AND Punicae because she’d never hurt a fly). so this spring goddess, despite spring having purity growth and rebirth connations, will probably be a very evil guy. Since spring is represented by (re)birth, they would probably see themselves as a mother or older sister figure, which will lead to them being “controlling” and likes when things are in order. She sees Ranne’s new relationship with the autumn guy a threat to the order within the godly sphere and invokes jealousy within her. She also has a hatred for Ranne because they’re mean and bring death with them (winter kills gang). She sees Ranne’s harshness and revered nature as a threat to what she creates despite it being how life goes.

Quick note: Summer god, again probably a gender less being like Ranne, probably a large knight (D from Elden ring and Ornstein from DS inspired). Wise and usually stays out of any drama that happens within the godly sphere. Morally good and settles conflict when they are prompted. Morally in the right area.

Back to lore. Eventually after Ranne and autumn guy are besties, there’s a schism between the higher gods when the elder goddess/mother figure that I mentioned being not evil falls ill. Gods argue about what will happen if the mother goddess heals or passes. Who will take her place? Will nothing change? Will a second tier god become an elder god? The gods are jealous and greedy and through lots of slander, confusion and hatred, the schism turns into a full out war. This affects the mortal sphere as well (sort of like the shattering in Elden ring but a little more carnage and gods dying a lot).

ANGST TIME autumn guy eats shit and dies (dies in combat) and in a fit of rage Ranne goes a bit crazy and kills the deity who killed autumn guy and few others. Influenced by evil spring goddess, the elder gods send Ranne on a punishment to exile for 1,000 years to guard an ancient forest and temple that has been abandoned, only to return to their rank and territory once the years are over. Not thinking too much about once Ranne is free but they probably kill spring goddess for shits and giggles.

That was more typing than I’ve ever done in one sitting holy shit.

Erm idk if there’s anything else to say about lore. I’m gonna talk about characters design inspo pics now.

Autumn man:

Ofc yummy oranges, browns, and maybe some greens. I’m thinking when it becomes fall in the mortal sphere, they look orange and brown, but when’s it’s the rest of the year, they be green and brown.

(Edit: Uhm Pinterest ain’t helping rn sooooo more inspo pics later.)

If you’re a psycho and made it this far, I give you a hardy affectionate slap on the back for being a trooper. Why did you make yourself read all that.

OC Name, story name, idea, and image inspo suggestions are always welcome. I honestly need ideas for creatures and characters. I really like feedback/critque so don’t be shy. I eat content and human interaction like it’s free food so don’t be afraid to talk to me.

Anyways that’s all.

#art #creature #ranne my beloved #OC #oc rambling #oc rant #lore #OC lore #Punicae

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hiccanna-tidbits · 2 years ago

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Jackunzel February Special Week 1 - Spring Lingering Chills

After a very strange winter, Jack and Rapunzel are more than happy to see pastel buds on the trees.

Spring has sprung, and that means beautiful blooms, sunny picnics, verbena and candytuft weaved into braids, lying in wildflower meadows with a book in hand, and days finally warm enough to take an easel outside. Rapunzel gets straight to work planning an activity itinerary for her and her boyfriend, excited to see the neighborhood come to life again.

It’s a welcome distraction from Jack’s January hair-bleaching disaster. Rapunzel did tell him not to order white hair dye from some sketchy, off-brand Arctic Fox company, but Jack always preferred to veer on the wild side.

The moment her boyfriend walked into school with fluffy, cloud-white locks, Rapunzel could tell more than just his hair color had changed. His hand was a little colder when she held it in the hallways. Sometimes when she woke up in his bed after a night of cuddling, the tips of her hair were iced over.

She doesn’t think Jack is an “ice zombie” of sorts. He still has a beating heart and functioning lungs. Also a working digestive system, if the copious amount of pastries he can devour in one setting without consequence are anything to go by.

Nonetheless, they keep Jack’s new “talent” their little secret. No need to get the press knocking down Jack’s door, or teachers and classmates alike avoiding the “freak.”

But it comes in handy that season. Jack can make ice cubes for Rapunzel’s boba--in the exact shape of the butterflies drifting by them in the park, no less. And they’re never in any danger of their picnics going bad--certain resources always keep their mini cheesecakes, strawberries, soda, and fancy cheese wheels (which Jack insists give an automatic +4 to culture and class when consumed) cold.

And, of course, no one’s going to notice if it takes just a little longer for the snow to melt on their street.

***

...welp. This was meant to just be a fun little springtime drabble and then it decided to take an unexpected magic realism/urban fantasy spin XD Modern AU Regular Guy Jack has snow powers now, but they’re chill (no pun intended). Like he’s just vibin and tryna go on picnics with his girlfriend and take nice little nature walks for his health. He can make ice sometimes, but it’s no big deal! Let’s hope the government doesn’t come for him to try and use his abilities as a combat weapon! :D

YOOO LAST SPRING MOODBOARD BUT IT’S A BANGER

...at least I think XD

I’m just been wanting to use that pink-drink-with-butterfly-ice-cubes picture forever tbh lol. ALSO while (as so often happens) looking for OTHER moodboard pics, I stumbled across a pic with a white-haired dude lying in a flower field??? Literally made for this prompt wtf???

And of course!!! The flower meadow painting had to be used for at LEAST one of the spring prompts or that would be illegal. The moodboard police would come for me because that would be an insult to #aesthetics everywhere to leave it out XD Also a jacaranda cameo again because I gotta. I just gotta.

It’s always hard to choose a picnic pic for these things btw because they’re all so pretty and delicious??? I get a pretty aesthetic but at what cost??? My own hunger??? Unacceptable. I must eat a croissant and a strawberry cheesecake post haste.

As always, pic credits available upon request!

#jackunzelfs23 #jackunzel #jack x rapunzel #rapunzel x jack #moodboard #aesthetic #jack frost #rapunzel #jackxrapunzel #rapunzelxjack #rotbtd #rise of the brave tangled dragons #the big four #tangled #rise of the guardians #rotg #crossover

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melodyofthevoid · 2 years ago

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"I'm just saying, murder is an option." -Dialogue Prompt Ask Meme. Lorna.

As it stood, the situation was this:

The sword of Bloody Bones was in Fuyu

Last Lorna knew, the Baron still had possession (pun notwithstanding) of the sword

The new Tenmo of Fuyu was being inaugurated today, which meant that the House of Eternity would be in attendance.

The sword of Bloody Bones would be next to the fey appointed leader of the island.

All in all, not a great picture.

Also the Baron may or may not want her dead, but that was merely speculation on Lorna's part. Speculation born out of the seemingly ever increasing number of entities that wanted to kill her but again. Speculation.

The party gathered around Shisou, still on edge from the lingering effects of the sword, already hatching a plot. For his part, Kaja made himself busy in the kitchen, the wafting smell of scones adding a domestic air to the discussion of how exactly to deal with a cursed sword.

Lorna paced, running through scenarios to sort this out. Frankly the last thing she wanted right now was a direct confrontation after Bonnie Lyn's shades had nearly killed her.

No rest for the wicked though.

"Well, the problem is the sword right? So we get rid of the sword, and the problem's solved."

That seemed like a reasonable enough proposal from Naasir. Although it did raise more questions given that well. Every part of this process was open to the general public. People flooded the streets to see the competitors off as they hiked up the mountain, this ceremony would be no different.

"True," Lorna responded, "But- I mean this a public event- I don't want to endanger any civilians."

"I'm just saying," Shisou piped in, "Murder is an option."

"Exactly."

Ruse gave Shisou a nod, and Lorna felt a vein in her forehead pulse.

"The Baron got you fired Lorna, don't you want a little revenge?"

Yes? No? Lorna squirmed. She'd be lying if she didn't want to be a little vindictive but at the same time the prospect of fighting the Baron elicited a not insignificant amount of fear in her.

But frankly what didn't.

Ruse wanted her to stand up for herself, sure, but she also wan't entirely stupid.

"Personally, I just want to get rid of that sword. I'm... tired of having to think about it. Or deal with it."

"Boo, boring."

"Shisou's what matters here, and the sooner it's gone, the better."

"Aye, agreed."

Having Atlas on her side bolstered Lorna, a vote of confidence. She could go with this.

"I mean- ideally the sword could be destroyed," Lorna tried to remember what the cleric at the temple weeks ago had told her, "That would release the spirit and get rid of the problem altogether. All we'd have to do is get our hands on it."

Which was easier said than done. Maybe some negotiations if they got Fio involved might-

"So what you're saying is this could be a heist?"

Atlas started to grin, that same crooked smile that evoked a dread that Lorna could not begin to name. And yet one she'd grown a fondness for as well. Part of her imagined this is what having a sibling was like.

Although if anyone had the equal parts insanity and ingenuity to pull it off, it would be Atlas.

"I- I guess?"

"Well what're we waiting for? Let's get rid of that fucking sword!"

"Wait! We still have to-"

And off they went. Well. Thinking on the fly seemed to be the only way the Fey Winds operated.

Fio did owe them for saving her, and getting her the position at all (by virtue of still being alive), so she'd probably listen. They'd give her a heads up. Hope she worked with them. See what happened next.

Hopefully from here it'd all go smoothly, no murder required.

They just had to get that sword.

#melody rambles #my writing #my ocs #Lorna my beloved little idiot #this is an altered version of stuff that happened in campaign I'm just taking. how you say #~creative liberties~#Spoiler alert: it did require murder. The Baron was a vampire #apologies to any of my dnd group reading this I Do Not Remember how this conversation went down

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When The Time Is Right

Series: Fluffy Faerie Tales

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sastimmy/Jamstiel (Jimmy Novak/Sam Winchester/Castiel)

Rating: Teen and Up

Tags/Warnings: Half-Fae Sam Winchester, Jimmy and Castiel Are Twins, Selkie Jack Kline, Sam Winchester Is Jack Kline's Adopted Father, Brief Allusions to Canon-Typical Violence, Frank Discussions Of Sex (But No Actual Sex), Dean Winchester Being Bad At Feelings, Autistic Cas and Jimmy, Miscommunication, Threeway Relationships Require Threeway Consent, Discussions of Souls and Magic

Summary: Sam got hurt protecting Cas and Jimmy from alicorns. Alicorns are drawn to virgins. Dean blames Cas and Jimmy for Sam getting hurt. Therefore, Cas believes that to protect Sam from getting hurt because of them again, he and Jimmy need to no longer be virgins. Things do not go as planned.

For: @fluffyfebruary challenge!

Prompt: Day 27: Protect

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VIRGINITY WAS A social construct, or at least that had been the opinion of several of Cas and Jimmy's human classmates in college. They were frequently very quickly informed otherwise by their more magically-natured classmates, because while there really wasn't any sort of moral attachment to virginity or lack thereof, there was very much a magical aspect to the act of sexual congress and several different species who were specifically hardwired to be able to tell who among a gathering had or had not engaged in it for one reason or another, or had not engaged in certain types of sex. Dragons, for example, though according to Kevin that was because of the instinct to protect hatchlings and those too young for mating flights. Faeries, too, not that Sam had ever given any indication that he was aware of it until the subject could no longer be avoided. Because unicorns could also tell whether or not someone was a virgin, and so could their more carnivorous cousins.

And alicorns particularly liked the taste of virgins, whether they were tender little children or divinely created adult identical twins touched by fae magic.

"We've had sex, though," Jimmy couldn't help pointing out, a little shocky still as he sat next to Sam's hospital bed. "You should know since you were there for it...."

"Did we do it wrong?" Cas fretted, the fingers of his right hand tightly gripping Jimmy's left while his left hand gripped Sam's right.

"Absolutely not," Sam told them firmly. "The only way a person even can do it wrong is without consent or proper care for your partner and plenty of preparation and checking in. The problem," he added with a sigh, "is that an alicorn's definition of virginity is penetrative. It's a bit of a focal point for them, case in point and pun intended."

He gestured towards his thoroughly packed and heavily bandaged left side below his rib cage where only hours before there had been a rather massive two foot long golden spiral horn thoroughly impaling him. With the good painkillers working their way through his system, Sam was even more blunt-spokenly honest than usual, and apparently inclined to joke now that it was obvious he would survive the incident. Jimmy and, to a greater extent thanks to having been the one almost impaled before Sam had physically intervened himself, Cas were less capable of seeing the humor in their lover being injured and hospitalized after very nearly dying in a fight to protect them.

"They could tell that we've never had penetrative sex," Cas stated even more flatly than his normal deadpan.

"Which is perfectly fine and entirely up to individual choice," Sam said firmly. "How do I put this.... you know how sometimes certain foods together makes the taste and texture too much of a sensory overload? Alicorns are kind of like that, only for them the taste and texture focus is the magical soul energy of their human victims. Penetrative sex mixes the metaphysical 'flavors' a lot more obviously than any other kind of sex, so for an alicorn's purposes that's what 'counts'."

"What about someone who got pregnant via artificial insemination methods?" Jimmy asked, his mind flashing in worry to Amelia. He hadn't given her a moment's thought until now, what with the risk of imminent death and Sam's potentially fatal injury, but now he felt the very real concern starting to rise up.

"Pregnancy is a kind of gray area already," Sam admitted with a grimace. "Usually the pregnant person got that way through sexual intercourse, and then there's the overlap of the bearer's soul energies with the very, very slowly coalescing soul energies of the baby. The soul doesn't even fully settle into the infant's body until around the time the umbilical cord stump drops off. So even if the bearer got pregnant through scientific methods instead of sexual, their taste to an alicorn would still seem, er, muddy." He paused, then added more gently. "Amelia, Donna, and Matt live on the mainland. The alicorns didn't even get onto the bridges."

"You're sure?" Jimmy bit his lower lip, hating the insecurity that could make him doubt Sam's word even though he knew his boyfriend couldn't lie, but needing the reassurance anyway.

"Meg gave me a full report of what Balt reported to her to keep my mind off her patching me back together," Sam obligingly reassured him. "And while Donna's a sheriff, she was not among the people listed as injured and there were mercifully no fatalities. I'm as sure as I can be while sitting in this bed without a phone to call them."

Calling them had to wait until the brothers could get Sam safely discharged from the hospital - against medical advice, technically, but then both Meg and Dr Argall had bargained with Sam for a full week of bed rest with absolutely no strenuous activity in exchange for being allowed to convalesce at home - and back to the magically expanded apartment above Lighthouse CommodiTeas. And then Dean had arrived. That so-called "conversation" had resulted in Cas going nonverbal for four hours and nearly had Sam violating his bargain with Meg and their doctor to get up and physically eject Dean from the apartment over the cafe while Jimmy did his best to distract Jack (and himself) in the kitchen from the yelling.

Cas was able to talk again by the time Jack had been put to bed, but he was still reduced to a scant handful of words at a time. Jimmy's practice with translating was put to the test as they worked out the plan for covering the cafe while Sam was both stuck in bed and in need of someone to stay home with him. One thing they all agreed was that it was important to have at least one able-bodied adult in the apartment with Sam both day and night to help him and be available to help Jack. This meant that their work schedules got rearranged a bit and Jimmy left briefly to drive over to his and Cas's apartment and collect their overnight bags. The question had been briefly raised about also digging out their sleeping bags, but Sam had assured them it wasn't necessary.

"I'm pretty much going to be living on this couch for the week," he told them. "If you don't mind sharing, you can both take my bed for the duration."

If Cas had any trouble falling asleep in Sam's bed with his scent surrounding them and their lover absent from the sheets, lying injured out on the couch, he didn't tell Jimmy about it. Likewise, Jimmy never mentioned how long he lay awake with his face buried in the pillow that smelled of sage and clover, and sandalwood and cinnamon just like Sam's favorite soap and shampoo, his ears straining for the slightest hint of distress from the living room. It left him feeling tired and cotton-headed the next morning as he made coffee on autopilot and then kicked himself and brought Sam tea with honey and milk. Cas left the apartment for the cafe's kitchen without bothering to stop for breakfast, which was a clear sign that he was still very bothered by something, but until he was ready to talk about it there wasn't much Jimmy could do to help his twin except be there for Sam while Cas was working and then take his own turn tomorrow.

Cas came upstairs after the lunch rush with two extra blueberry cream cheese danishes for Sam and Jimmy, and a determined expression. "We need to have penetrative sex."

"What?" Jimmy almost choked on the sandwich he was eating, and felt briefly grateful beyond words that Sam had already finished the broth-heavy chicken and rice soup Jimmy had made and so couldn't do the same. He was still gaping wide-eyed at Cas, whose expression looked no less determined for the rush of pink suffusing his face.

"We need to have penetrative sex," he repeated, glancing over at Jimmy briefly before looking back to Sam. "The fact that we haven't made us vulnerable and put us at greater risk to the alicorns than if we had simply been out in public, which in turn put you at risk. I know better than to suggest that you not come to our defense, any more than Jimmy or I would agree to leave you vulnerable and undefended, and while we will certainly be much quicker to evacuate a danger zone in the future, the risk posed by our technical virginity is still there. It's a risk we can mitigate by having penetrative sex."

"No," Sam said - croaked, really - and shook his head.

"Not now, obviously," Cas said, holding up his hands. "Meg was very clear about what she meant by 'strenuous activity'."

"Cas," Jimmy started, trailing off when he realized that he didn't even know where to begin with this one. Clearly his twin had been thinking hard about this ever since the accusations Dean had flung at them before Cas had shut down and Jimmy had fled to the kitchen to distract Jack, maybe even since that conversation in the hospital, but that didn't stop it from coming out of left field for him!

"And it has to be with you, Sam," Cas went on, a hint of desperation entering his voice. "Even if Jimmy and I were comfortable engaging in sexual activity exclusively with each other, our souls are identical. Whatever transference of energy happens during sex wouldn't make a difference if it's just us."

"Emotions also play a large part in it," Sam reminded him, sounding rather strained. "And please believe me when I say that if you or Jimmy ever truly want to explore penetrative sex in either direction, I would absolutely be honored to participate... but not if the only reason you're asking is because you think of your virginity, technical as it is in this specific area, as a thing to get rid of because it might put me at risk."

"But... you got hurt protecting us," Cas argued, sounding so painfully small that Jimmy nearly whimpered. "For me. The alicorn was aiming for me, and you put yourself in its path and got hurt because of that."

"And I would do it again if the circumstances arose," Sam said firmly. "Even if we had been acting like Dean at a Bacchanalia festival before that night, I saw the two of you in danger and pinned down in that alley and I did my best to keep you safe. That I got injured right at that specific moment was unfortunate, but it could have happened at any point that night if one of the alicorns caught me off guard while fighting."

Now Jimmy couldn't stop the whimper from bursting free, clapping his hands over his mouth to muffle it. That was the least reassuring thing he had ever heard. That Sam could have been injured before, run through and still fighting somewhere alone without him and Cas there to call for help when the alicorns were dead and his strength gave out--

Sam's expression softened. "I didn't collapse in that alley because I ran out of strength, Jimmy," he said, breaking through the babbling words that Jimmy hadn't even realized he had been saying. "I collapsed from the relief of knowing that you and Cas were unharmed, that I had succeeded in protecting you."

"So you won't have penetrative sex with us... because you think we don't really want it?" Cas asked uncertainly.

"And because I don't want any time we have sex of any kind to be out of fear or obligation," Sam said dryly. "And I'm a lot more sensitive to the emotional resonances involved than an alicorn is to the technicalities."

"Oh," Cas winced, looking down at the carpet. "Sorry..."

"Hey," Sam murmured, holding out a hand. "Come here, both of you?"

Slowly, Cas and Jimmy approached. Cas tried to hang back a bit, but Jimmy nudged him forward to sit closest to Sam's upper body while Jimmy sat behind Cas and pulled him into his arms tight against his chest. Cas wrapped his hands around Jimmy's wrists, and Sam put his own hands over theirs.

"Listen to me closely, okay?" Sam said. "I love you. I love you, Cas, and I love you, Jimmy. And any time we do anything sexual, or even just quietly intimate like this... it's pure bliss, because I can feel how much you both love me, too. If one day either of you decide you really want to explore penetration in sex, that's fine. And if you don't and it never happens, that is equally fine. No pressure, ever. Okay?"

"Okay," the twins chorused. Jimmy felt Cas let go of his wrists with one hand and twist to catch one of Sam's. He lifted it to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to Sam's knuckles. "I don't like seeing you hurt," Cas murmured, "but I'm glad you're protecting us."

"It's my honor," Sam murmured back, and Jimmy knew their lover didn't mean just against the alicorns any more than Cas had.

#fluffy february 2024 #rk writes #supernatural fic #sastimmy #urban fantasy au

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