#the deer prompt was a dream I had

[claypigeonpottery]

made two medium sized plates, one oval, one round. they won’t be ready to carve for awhile few days but I want to start sketching

can’t decide on subject matter so it’s poll time!

some of these might be better suited to larger pieces but we’ll see

[ashwhowrites]

smut prompt 4 with robin perhaps?

"You okay? You’re acting strange” “Yup! Yep yep yep couldn’t be better. Just a little hot- is anyone else hot?”

Absolutely my dear. Always up for Robin requests. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it 🫶🏻😉

⚠️smut ahead, oral sex

Dream girl

Y/N has been Robin's best friend for years. The two did everything and anything together, connected by the hip, and always together. Over that time Y/N got lost in the way she felt for Robin. The way her heart raced when Robin grabbed her hand or played with her hair. She wanted to ignore the butterflies in her stomach when Robin's baby blues looked into her eyes.

But one problem

Robin was in love with someone else.

Robin's latest crush was on Vickie, a gorgeous redhead in band. Y/N cursed herself for not joining band. It killed Y/N to know Robin didn't see her the way she wanted, but it was something she had to accept.

It was a Friday night and Y/N dragged Robin to a random party. Her arm wrapped around Robin's waist as they walked in. Within a few hours, a game of Spin the Bottle started and Y/N begged Robin to play. Maybe praying for the small chance she'll finally kiss Robin.

"I don't want to kiss a stranger!" Robin cried, the anxiety in her stomach as she took in the circle.

"Look! Vickie is playing. You can make her jealous! Or even kiss her! It's a win-win." Y/N explained, successfully getting Robin into the circle.

It took a few turns until the bottle landed on Y/N. She kissed the random guy then spun the bottle, her fingers crossed behind her back. Her heart sped up as the bottle landed on Robin, across the circle.

Robin didn't know what to do, but she felt her body burn as Y/N crawled across the circle. The boys cheered like the idiots they were. Robin looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"Don't look so scared, Rob. It's just a kiss." Y/N whispered, gently straddling Robin's lap. Her hands cupped Robin's cheeks and then she leaned in. Y/N had one chance and she had to make it count. Her lips were hot and heavy on Robin's as she took control. Y/N slipped her tongue in Robin's mouth, immediately turned on by how delicious she tasted. Y/N's hands moved into Robin's hair and gave it soft tugs. A sense of pride in her stomach as Robin whimpered and kissed her back.

Once Y/N pulled away for air, she moved back to her spot. A smirk on her face as Robin stared.

Robin never once looked at Y/N as anything more, always stuck on a random girl and then Vickie. But now all she could think about was the amazing feeling of Y/N's tongue against hers. Robin coughed and spun the bottle, shivering as she felt the wetness in her underwear.

She couldn't believe she just made out with her best friend..... And liked it.

~~~

Robin tried to move on but nothing changed. It was just a game and she knew it wasn't supposed to mean anything. But now she couldn't help but remember the way the kiss felt and how good it felt. Robin kept focus on Vickie but she was slipping more and more away.

Robin sat next to Y/N as they watched a movie. Every other Friday they had a sleepover, and now Robin feared she wouldn't sleep at all. How could she lay side by side next to her? Her heart raced just by sitting this close to her and accidentally bumping her hand when they both grabbed popcorn.

~

Robin was zoned in on the movie until she heard Y/N start to speak.

"So how are things with Vickie after the party? She seemed jealous to me." Y/N smirked as she crunched on a piece of popcorn. Robin tried to hide the blush on her cheeks as she once again thought back to the party.

"Good! She wants to hang out tomorrow but I'm a little nervous." Robin admitted.

"Why?" Y/N asked, pausing the movie as she gave Robin her full attention.

"Well after the party, she and I kissed right? And I know how to kiss. But if she wants to go further...I don't know what to do." Robin said shyly.

"You mean like sex?" Y/N asked, her head turned to the side as she tried to understand.

"Sex, oral, and all of it. I've never done anything and I don't know how to please anyone." Robin knew Y/N was her best friend but she felt embarrassed to admit it.

Robin focused on her embarrassment and didn't notice Y/N slowly sliding off the bed. She grabbed the bowl and set it on the floor. Her hands landed on Robin's thighs, causing Robin to jump.

"What are you doing?" Robin stuttered, her body on fire as Y/N began to rub her thighs.

"I'm gonna help you, silly." Y/N laughed, Robin wasn't sure what she meant, but then Y/N tugged down Robin's sleep shorts and she got the hint.

"You don't have to," Robin rushed out but Y/N was already reaching for Robin's underwear.

"I know I don't. But I want to. This is up to you. I'll stop if you want me to." Y/N said as she looked up. Robin felt the breath get stuck in her lungs as Y/N looked up at her between her thighs.

Robin didn't know what to say but she knew she wanted it. She moved over and laid down. Giving Y/N room to join her back on the bed. Y/N smiled and followed her movements. She climbed on the bed and settled between Robin's thighs.

"Just take it slow. You'll grab her underwear and slowly slide it off her body." Y/N instructed her soft hands trailed Robin's underwear down her legs. The cold air hit Robin's cunt and it made her shiver.

"Tease her thighs and legs. Add soft kisses and show affection." Robin tried to listen to what Y/N was teaching her but her hands skimming up Robin's thighs and her lips kissing Robin's stomach had her head spinning.

"I usually like to start with two fingers, either suck your fingers or have her do it," Y/N said, taking a second to suck her fingers before pushing them inside of Robin's cunt. Robin immediately moaned out and clenched.

"Shh, relax. Let your body relax." Y/N cooed, her free hand rubbing Robin's thigh to calm her down. Robin nodded and unclenched. Y/N began to slide her fingers in and out of Robin, explaining what she was doing and why. But Robin wouldn't hear a thing. Too lost in the feeling of her best friend fingering her into bliss.

"Once you think she's ready, you can do this," Y/N said, then Robin felt her tongue begin to lick her clit. Robin gasped at the new feeling, Y/N licked and sucked on Robin's clit gently.

Robin wasn't sure what took over her but her hands reached out and grasped Y/N's hair. She panted and moaned as her hips began to rock against Y/N's face. But Y/N didn't stop her, just went with the new motion Robin started.

Robin's breathing picked up when Y/N's fingers went faster and her mouth began to suck hard on Robin's clit. Robin felt a tight feeling in her stomach, she tried to mumble out words but it came out as whimpers and whines.

Y/N removed her mouth but kept her fingers working inside of Robin.

"Feeling tight? Feel like you need to cum?" Y/N asked a twisted smile on her face that made Robin moan louder than she'd ever had.

Robin nodded and whimpered, her thighs clenching and her legs began to shake. Her heels kicked against the mattress and her back arched. Y/N was quick to work Robin through her orgasm, adding her mouth back to her clit.

Y/N licked up the mess Robin made, cleaning off Robin's thighs and cunt. She softly removed her fingers, allowing Robin to taste herself as Y/N put her fingers on Robin's tongue.

"Clean her up and tell her how beautiful she looked when she came on your tongue and fingers," Y/N whispered as she leaned down and pecked Robin's lips gently.

Robin jolted as she felt someone shaking her. Her eyes snapped open, the movie credits played as Y/N stood above her with a big smirk.

"You alright there, Rob? You passed out and started whimpering." Y/N teased. Robin immediately flushed with embarrassment.

She had a sex dream of her best friend. RIGHT NEXT TO HER.

Robin sat up quickly and felt how hot her body was. She was sweating and her heart pounded.

"Yeah..just..yeah..I'm cool." Robin stuttered out. Trying her best to avoid Y/N's eyes. Robin shifted and immediately regretted it as she felt a pool of wetness in her underwear.

"You okay? You’re acting strange, even for you.” Y/N asked a little concerned as Robin sounded like she struggled to breathe.

“Yup! Yep yep yep couldn’t be better. Just a little hot- are you hot? I need air." Robin rushed out, standing up and heading to the bathroom to splash water on her face.

Robin was so fucking screwed.

[tangibletechnomancy]

Doing It Wrong On Purpose: Episode 1 - The Un-Ship

Today's experiment: What happens if I prompt for something, and then negative prompt all the main keywords, plus various synonyms and related words?

The answer: Some gloriously weird stuff.

For example, let's look at a negative cat:

Positive prompt: A cat on a windowsill during a storm

Negative prompt: Cat, feline, felidae, kitty, kitten, animal, pet, windowsill, window, glass, pane, house, storm, rain, water, lightning, thunder, clouds, torrent, downpour, snow, blizzard, wind, windy

Interesting! Let's get a little more fantasy with it and try for an anti-deer:

Positive prompt: A deer in a peaceful flowery meadow, crystals, midnight, fantasy, colorful

Negative prompt: Deer, cervidae, animal, elk, moose, stag, doe, fawn, reindeer, antelope, cervid, antlers, flowers, night, dark, trees, foliage, bloom, stars, night, tranquil, fantastic, vibrant, cool, magic, blue, moon, sky, crystal, stone, statue, topiary, floral, blossom

Between these two experiments, including a few dozen other generations that remain unposted, one thing I can say for sure is that for living subjects, it's a great way to get the kind of anatomical wonk that older models are (in)famous for - and it makes sense why, the model is trying to make something that looks like a certain subject...but once it starts to look too much like it, well, shit, we told it NOT to do that! Break something up! Given that I love that kind of wonk, I think I've found a useful tool for myself.

One more living subject, and let's get even more abstract with our direction here:

Positive prompt: mind horse

Negative prompt: horse, equine, colt, filly, mare, stallion, bronco, pony, mind, brain, thought, essence, psyche, intelligence, consciousness, imagination, dream, soul, visualization, intellect, wit, cognizance

Now let's try something that isn't alive. One thing I love AI for is surreal settings and landscapes - lets try one now!

Positive prompt: A magic palace garden made of crystal and gold

Negative prompt: Palace, magic, crystal, gold, fantasy, castle, estate, stronghold, temple, garden, flowers, plants, blossoms, bloom, blooms, trees, grass, stems, foliage, leaves, greenery, branches, bush, bushes, hedge, hedges, metal, luxury, stone, glass, brass, rose, polished, jewel, prism, courtyard

I then tried to see if, learning from the animal subjects, I could make it more likely to return one of my favorite "mistakes" - making it impossible to discern the point where a water area ends and a sky area begins. I wasn't immediately successful, but I came up with some results I found pleasing regardless-

Positive prompt: Secret hideout in a cave behind a waterfall in the foggy forest on a floating sky island in fluffy clouds

Negative prompt: hideout, camp, campsite, home, abode, house, dwelling, rest, shelter, waterfall, water, cave, grotto, forest, woods, woodland, trees, fountain, cascade, pond, stream, lake, river, brook, puddle, creek, pool, beach, ocean, sea, cloud, clouds, sky, cumulus, cirrus, nimbus, fog, storm, rain, sunshower, falls

It seems that with landscapes it's got a much clearer and more specific "idea" of what a [SUBJECT] without [SUBJECT] looks like; it's more inclined to invent very specific, very consistent unasked for related elements. With the animals, I was tweaking the weight on the positive prompt to avoid getting straightforwardly just what I had positive (and negative) prompted, but with landscapes, I just get... almost something else entirely.

So how about inanimate objects? Let's try a ship, perhaps?

Positive prompt: A huge sailing ship with brilliant prismatic crystal sails on a stormy, turbulent sea of sunset clouds

Negative prompt: ship, boat, sailboat, sailing ship, pirate ship, galleon, ketch, schooner, sloop, cutter, sail, sea, ocean, storm, wind, rain, water, waves, cloudy, clouds, fog, sunset, dusk, dawn, sunrise, twilight, evening

...okay, I'm in love with the un-ship. It truly does manage to consistently give me results that look like, yet entirely unlike, a ship. It is everything I love about AI as a medium. More than that, it is my friend.

At lower positive prompt weights, they only get even more beautifully chaotic.

I want to live on one of these (in an alternate universe where they're geometrically possible and structurally sound, that is).

Failing that, I will be featuring them a lot from now on.

All images generated using Simple Stable, under the Code of Ethics of Are We Art Yet?

[jjameslily]

tied to you, ch. 3

soulmate au - a continuation of my microfic posted for jilymicofic's august prompt ( read chapter on AO3 )

if i ever promised chapters would be 1k or less no i didnt

“What?” Her voice cracked, the word barely escaping her lips. 

“Were you aware of the connection?” The man repeated calmly. 

She blinked, realizing with a start that she had stopped listening. His words were a distant noise, only half-processed as her mind wandered. 

It hadn’t been long since she had stirred awake, sunlight coming through the high windows of the hospital wing. The day blurred as she was quietly led from her bed to a cramped office beside the infirmary. Pomfrey had closed the door behind her, leaving Lily alone with a man dressed in healer robes now sitting across from her. 

The question hung between them as her mind flitted from one hazy memory to another—fleeting and half-forgotten moments from her childhood she had buried deep. But even as she tried to dig them up, none made any sense to her. She shook her head slowly, her throat tight from the moment the healer had begun to speak. 

“Ms. Evans,” the healer filled the silence, “I can understand this is all quite overwhelming. But if you wish to have better control over your connection, you must open yourself to it.”

Her eyes snapped to him. “You mean what happened wasn’t normal?”

He shook his head. “It’s difficult to classify anything as ‘normal’, as the manifestations are quite rare, but I suspect what happened last night could be an effect of a suppressed bridge between souls.”

Her breath caught. “Rare?”

“While we once believed having a soulmate in itself wasn’t entirely uncommon, their manifestations have certainly dwindled since the old days.” He paused, as if he was giving her a moment to catch up. “To put it simply, it’s rare that a bond presents itself clearly—if at all—nowadays. One could live their entire life completely unaware they’re only half of one whole.” 

“What makes it manifest then?”

He gave her a sympathetic look. “Soulmate bonds are ancient magic, and very unpredictable. There aren’t fixed rules to them nor are there any leading studies that suggest one reason over another. It just… happens.” The healer paused, studying her carefully before continuing, “For now, I recommend meeting with me over the next few weeks, to guide you through…”

But Lily’s mind began to drift again, the healer unable to keep her attention. Soulmates… suppressed bridge…old magic… She could barely process it. Her stomach was in knots as the idea shifted uncomfortably within her. 

Who was her soulmate? How was she meant to find them? Did she want to? The gnawing loneliness she had always carried—had it been shared or had it been her own doing by closing herself off and building her walls up for years until it was just a distant period of her childhood?

When the healer was satisfied her condition was stable, Lily was allowed to take the rest of the day off from classes to rest. She let her feet carry her absentmindedly, moving with the vague intention of heading to her dormitory. The laughter of students rang in the corridors and faces rushed past her, the noise muffled as Lily wandered aimlessly, disconnected from it all. 

It wasn’t until the sharp breeze touched her skin that she felt herself pulled back into her body. Her legs had carried her toward the lake, its glistening surface providing her some relief under the late afternoon sun. 

Lily wasn’t sure what drew her to it. Perhaps it was the way the water reflected the sky as it did in her dream. She imagined herself back in that forest, the trees rustling in the breeze around her, the invisible string tugging at her hand. Without realizing it, she began to reach out—not with her hands, but with something from deep within her.

Hello? The word drifted out, awkward and clumsy. The image of a deer blinking back at her made her feel foolish as she was met with silence.

For a moment, nothing happened. The stillness wrapped around her, amplifying her uncertainty as she waited with only the sound of her heartbeat drumming in her ears. 

But then a laugh filled the empty space. Something not just heard, but felt—and somehow familiar. It brought forward a surge of color, a small spark that flickered in the darkness, and she then sensed it—a presence. 

Don’t worry, came an amused response. I’m human. 

Lily’s breath hitched as she heard his voice in her mind. The sensation was like a light breeze stirring around her, or the brush of fingertips just barely grazing skin. It was gentle, almost deliberate in the way it slowly came to.

It’s you, she said almost in a daze.

He didn’t say anything, but hesitation fluttered within her. She was stunned at the realization that the feeling wasn’t her own. 

Soulmate. The word she had heard all morning seemed to glow as she thought it, escaping before she could reel it in. In this part of her mind, her thoughts and words were intertwined in thin, silvery ropes that she struggled to differentiate.

His presence hummed in response either way. Didn’t you know? 

How would I have known?

Her memories came rushing through then, crashing like waves on the shore, too loud and too fast. The healer’s clinical tone as he spoke to her, the clicking of his pen as he wrote down notes, Lily’s guilt as she grappled with the fact that she had intentionally suppressed their bond—yet completely unaware that someone was on the other side of it. 

There was an indistinct shudder that passed through them, then a pause. In the silence, she felt him sifting through the tendrils of their shared connection, brushing against her thoughts tentatively. A feeling of surprise surged through her, tinged with something else.

I thought you did... We’ve talked before, just once.

Lily felt the ghost of his own memory surfacing, almost as if she was recalling it herself. Grief pooled like cold water in her chest as he unraveled the memory slowly, almost carefully. Hands clutching a tear-stained t-shirt, the sound of her shuddering breath as she held back her sobs, the force in which he felt her voice calling out to him. As gently as he tried, it still tugged painfully at her as she remembered willing herself to believe it was her father—needing it to be her father—who had spoken to her one last time.

Everything around them began to shake. It was too much. 

Without a word, she pivoted from the memory, every image and every feeling shattering like glass. As everything fell away, she was plunged into what felt like an endless void, the sensation leaving her disoriented and nauseous as noise buzzed loudly in her ears. Instinctively, Lily reached out for something solid, desperately searching the contents of her mind for anything to ground her, and in an instant, the darkness fell away—replaced by something else entirely.

It was like stepping into a room bathed in rich golden hues, the kind that filtered through windows on a brilliant summer’s day. It was as though the air itself was sparkling with life, filling the space with a gentle hum that radiated through her and ignited a sense of comfort.

Where her own mind felt like a maze of closed doors and shadows, this space was inviting and bright. She didn’t feel the need to push past any barriers or pry anything open.

And, suddenly, it struck her that this was him—his consciousness. 

His amber-lit presence filled the room effortlessly, welcoming her as if he had nothing to hide. 

I’m sorry, he said earnestly. I should have warned you about the memories. 

What was that? 

I’m not sure… I didn't realize you could do that. We’ve never been connected this long.

As she settled into this new space, she realized how calm he had been, despite it all. You don’t seem surprised having a stranger’s voice in your head, she accused. 

Well, I’d argue we’re not strangers , he said, and almost as if to tease her, the word that had escaped from her mind earlier floated back to the surface.

Cheeky, she replied, unamused. You must think you know me well enough to be this annoying already. 

His laugh rumbled deep and warm, a pleasant sort of sensation that vibrated through her. Lily was surprised by the way she responded to it.

I’ve known you your whole life, he said smoothly.

Just casually lurking in the background all this time, were you? 

Let me show you, he said, his tone shifting slightly. 

Her mind went blank for a second. He offered her no words or memories this time, only feeling, but she understood all he was trying to convey as she felt his consciousness expand and move through her. 

He didn’t know her name, or her face, but he had always been there—in some intangible way, just beneath the surface. To him, they had always existed in the same space, intertwined yet distanced. Unknown yet familiar.

It almost frightened her how easily he shared his mind to her, like it was the most natural thing in the world for him.

It’s not a bad thing—a soulmate. 

Her pulse quickened, mind flaring with resistance she couldn’t help. Of course not… I just have to share my every waking thought with you…

She felt his laugh again, and wondered what it would feel like to mentally kick herself as she hadn’t meant for him to hear that thought again.

Can you hear all my thoughts? Her question was laced with wariness.

Usually, no. Can you hear mine? 

She waited, half expecting to hear something ridiculous, like elevator music playing in the background. 

No, but I can feel what you feel.

I can too. 

All the time?

Not quite. I think they have to be particularly strong. So far though, you seem to do it unconsciously.

And my memories? 

Those are trickier, he explained, and it irked her a bit that she was so out of her depth while he seemed so much more in control. 

He continued, It’s like quickly flipping through pages of a book. It’s just bits and pieces without much context. They can be hard to understand.

Lily felt a rush of relief. Good, I’d hate for you to know all my embarrassing secrets. 

I’m sure I’ll figure them out eventually, he responded playfully.

Brilliant, she said dryly, but a smile tugged at her lips for the first time. 

Don’t worry. You haven’t let me in since we were kids , he reminded her, and in that moment, she felt the depth of his patience for her. I haven’t seen anything you didn’t want me to—at least, not on purpose.

But as he said the words, it triggered a curiosity within Lily, setting loose a single silver tendril. Before she even knew what she was doing, she peered deeper, reaching for it. She heard him begin to protest, felt him attempt to stop her, but it was too late. 

With her unintentional touch, Lily opened the floodgate.

[teeth-eater-666]

Help, I'm still struggling to use Tumblr and accidentally deleted this-

Anyways omg hi, woah. I wasn't expecting anyone to actually read let alone want more from my stuff. That was the first smut fic/drabble I've ever written.

I submitted this as an idea/thirst to another account but I think I'll expand on that here now-

(I mean with every fiber of my being when I say, he is a switch.)

The thing is, this man can dish it out but can't take it back. Being a relentless tease, it's one of the things that really connects him and Josh as friends.

When you're prepared for a calm night together of him taking the lead, soft whispers of teasing in your ear. He fully believes he's got this down pat, even feeling the slightest bit smug.

Content to make actual love to you, with soft caresses and warm kisses. Connected at the hips, pelvis pressed against your clit in all the right ways. Tangled together in a dance just for the two of you.

So when you beg him to absolutely "wreck my pussy." He freezes like a deer in headlights. Only in his wildest dreams have you spoken to him like this.

He was so flushed the moment those words left your mouth. The tips of his ears were flaming with heat and continued to be spread all the way to his chest.

He was completely stiff as a board. You could see all of him physically tensing, every muscle in his stomach felt taunt against you. Though his face showed no sign of what he was thinking.

It almost started to worry you, the question on the tip of your tongue. Until his hips snapped back, and began a rabbit pace that stole all breath from your lungs.

"You can't just say things like that when I'm inside you!" The whine in his voice was so unexpected, but so very welcome.

It takes him awhile to truly build up confidence, that's just the kind of person he is. Clearly his confidence has gone through the roof with a little dirty talk.

He was gonna drive you crazy with how absolutely fast he was going. Despite being the typical nerd, you knew he had the body to lift you off the ground and more.

He leaned down to kiss at your neck, " Say it again."

Confusing etched into your face momentarily until you understood the message. "Say it again, I'm gonna wreck this pussy." He was practically moaning and mewling like an animal in heat at this point.

Hooking your ankles under his ass to pull him impossibly deeper just prompted you to beg more of him.

"C'mon, I know you can do it. Wreck this pussy." Practically out of breath, you still said it again and again, and again. "Wreck my pussy please."

Sliding a hand between you seemed impossible, but with the way he was grinding into your clit with each thrust it wasn't needed.

Impossibly close to tipping over the edge, you swallowed each other's moans all the way to the finish line.

Pulling out slowly was as antagonizing as it was pleasurable. "God, I think you might have actually wrecked my pussy."

He looked panicked for a second, not quite being all there yet, even muttering a quiet "What-"

"I'm not serious honey, get your head out of the clouds." He slumped next to you, resting his head on top of yours.

"I didn't expect you to get so worked up." His blush was back, "Neither did I." The clear embarrassment shining in his features once more.

"But um, I liked it. The dirty talk you did- we did."

You went to bed content that night, learning something new about you and your partner.

[raintailed]

posting this out of order because i'm REALLY PROUD of it. hi this is the Wild!!! I finally gave it a design, based on the mycorrhizal network prompt :]

Uhhh. Basically, the Wild is a Being (in summary, a god-thing that both rules over, and is, its domain)! Its domain is the Ancient Glade, an enormous old growth forest located in the Dreaming local group. During the construction of the group's senior, a large portion of the Wild's domain was destroyed, so the Wild basically went into hibernation because it had been severely weakened.

This reference is for what the Wild would look like if it were to wake up (right now its body is eepy asleepy in a clearing somewhere deep in the Ancient Glade, and pretty overgrown). Its body is vaguely rain deer-shaped, but is technically a complex network of plants and fungi working together as one! Because I think it's really cool :]]

Technically the entirety of the Wild's domain would be considered a mycorrhizal network, but I don't want to make a reference for an entire region LOL. Just know that the Ancient Glade is extremely dangerous and trespassing creatures almost always mysteriously disappear (read: get eaten). It is by a stroke of luck that the Wild tolerates the presence of TERRA's creatures.

also @banyanas tagging you bc i think you might like this freakish beast!

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: "Did you spike our hot chocolate?"

Pairing: Jack Howl x GN!Reader/Prefect/Yuu

Genre: Fluff, Slight crack

TW: The characters are aged up.

"Here you go, hot chocolate with extra marshmallows for you," you hummed, placing the cup of warm, chocolatey goodness on the coffee table in front of Jack.

The wolf beastman smiled up at you, hands gently cradling your daughter as she slept against him. You mirrored his smile, trying to resist the urge to take a picture of the sweet moment.

"Want me to put her to bed?" You asked, hands already outstretched to take your daughter. "If you don't mind," Jack spoke, mindful of his sleeping cub as he handed her over to you. The child stirred ever so slightly at being moved, but a gentle brush over her two fluffy wolf ears had her settle back against your chest, peacefully dreaming.

You walked over to your daughter's room, humming a tune under your breath to fill the silence of the night. It only took you a few minutes to tuck her in because she was sleeping so soundly; playing around with her father all day had evidently tired her.

Gently closing the door behind you, you made your way back to the living room where your husband was. A small detour was made to the kitchen to get your own cup of hot chocolate before you joined Jack on the couch, leaning against him.

Jack wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He left a sweet kiss against the crown of your head, before taking a sip of the hot chocolate you had so lovingly made for him.

His nose caught the slightest hint of something in the thick and rich scent of the chocolate that had his lips turning upwards at the corners. "(Name), did you spike our hot chocolate?"

You smiled as you took another sip of yours. "Maybe...."

You heard him huff in amusement, placing the cup back on the coffee table. "I made that with love, you know?" You said, as Jack nuzzled your hair.

He hummed, playfully nibbling on the shell of your ear as you tried to swat at him. "I need to meet Ruggie-senpai tomorrow. Shouldn't be hungover for that reunion."

"Oh please, it's not like I poured the entire bottle in it. You won't get tipsy off of one slightly spiked hot chocolate."

"Maybe, but I will definitely get tipsy off of your love."

You whipped your head back to look at Jack as soon as those words left his mouth. And just as you had thought, a pretty little blush had settled over his cheeks as he looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"Who are you and what have you done with my tsundere wolf?" You teased him, and Jack groaned, hiding his face behind one hand. "Well..? Who are you?" You persisted, coupling your teasing with pokes in his side.

"I'm going to bed."

"Hey, you didn't answer me!"

"Good night, (Name)."

"Jack!"

Back to Masterlist...

[steviestits]

My God Longs For Me - Part 1.4

Written for an anon prompt, which can be read in its entirety on this fic’s masterpost.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Rating: M (For Murder) Summary: When Steve was a child, he was abducted and brought to the cult, the Hellfire Club, as he was prophesied to be the wife of the dark forest god they worshiped. Steve enjoyed his time there, especially the time he spent with the cult leader's nephew, Eddie. This wasn't meant to last however as Steve was eventually returned to his parents. Thanks to the deprogrammer that his parents hired and time, Steve has mostly forgotten the cult that raised him. That is until he goes on a camping trip and his friends start to get murdered one by one with the only connection between the killings being the ritual offerings to the cult's gods and the strange dreams Steve has before each one. Now Steve must piece together his past to discover who is murdering his friends in the present. (Inspired heavily by various horror movies and is a horror story itself.) Trigger Warning: F-slur, gore, murder, blood, choking, character death but not Eddie or Steve, religious imagery Eventual Trigger Warning: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Ritual Sacrifices, Gore, Mpreg, Body Horror, Monster Fucking, Feminization, Brainwashing

(Link to previous part)

Bev Mooney was born in this motel, and she was raised here by her hardcore, Evangelist parents. They taught her about sinners like the boys who had checked-in only a few hours ago. The boy might have denied it, but she knew a faggot when she saw one, just like how her dad did back when he used to run the motel in his day. She planned to deal with them just how her dad did, by shooting them dead with a hunting rifle then burning their bodies in the incinerator to give them a taste of what was in store for them when they went straight to Hell.

In the backrooms behind the check-in counter was where she stayed. Much like the rest of the place, it was old and rundown with chipped furniture and peeling wallpaper. Bev kept her rifle in a lockbox underneath her bed which was hidden in cardboard box labeled “X-Mas Decorations.” She kneeled down to retrieve it, only to pause when she heard a creaking sound from the next room. Her parents had died long ago, and Bev had no other family, so she should’ve been alone.

“Hello?” Bev called out. “Is anyone there?”

No one answered. Bev also didn’t hear any other noises, making her assume that it was the old motel creaking since it was desperate need of repair. Putting the sound out of her mind, she pulled out the boxes then removed her rifle from inside the both of them. She weighed it in her hand, relishing in the way the metal barrel pressed into her skin, and slowly got to her feet, but when she turned around, Bev found that she wasn’t alone.

A black-robed person in a deer skull mask loomed in the doorway. They didn’t say anything, and only stared. She couldn’t see their hands since the sleeves of the robe were too long, yet that didn’t stop her imagination from picturing an assortment of demonic weapons that the beast could use against a righteous, God-fearing woman such as herself.

Bev raised the rifle and aimed it at the intruder. “You have to the count of three before I blow your brains out!”

The other person didn’t move, except their body was relaxed, as if they were in control of the situation, not Bev. She leveled her gun, placing her finger on the trigger. The cocky son of a bitch was going to learn what happened to intruders around these parts.

“One,” she counted slowly. “Two. Three!”

Bev pulled the trigger, only nothing happened. It was then that the stranger raised their arm, revealing a hand that was clutching several bronze bullets. They released the rounds, letting them fall against the floor with soft tinkling. Somehow this person had found her rifle ahead of her and emptied it of its ammo.

“What do you want!?” Bev yelled, grip on the rifle tightening. “The money is in the register! Take it! I don’t care!”

Silently, the robed figure reached into their sleeve to reveal a large hunting knife with a polished, wooden handle. Bev’s mouth went dry as she realized that the person before her wasn’t after money. Bev had heard the rumors about the Hellfire Cult that had made its home several miles down the road from where the motel was situated. She never gave them much thought, felling that God would punish the wicked, which they did years ago since the police had come to break-up the cult and arrest its leader. Now, she wished she’d paid more attention to the news, wondering if maybe one of those psychos had broken out of jail, yet she had missed the report.

“Stay back, demon!” Bev then threw the rifle at the intruder before she scrambled over the bed in an attempt to scamper towards the window. The robed figure caught her, though, and threw her across the room into a nearby dresser. She slammed into it, feeling a sharp pain in her back, but fear kept her going, allowing her to shakily get to her feet before she ran bedroom door.

Bev quickly made her way to the backdoor, which led out into the woods behind the motel, only to find that it was deadbolted shut. She undid the deadbolt then opened the door and was met with despair as she found that one of the motel’s dressers had been pushed in front of the screen door to prevent her escape. The robed figure was right behind her, leisurely making their way towards her, so she did the one thing she could do, which was push through the screen.

Wire cut into her flesh as Bev forced her way through the door and stumbled over the dresser. Bev reasoned that the dresser would slow down her attacker, too, except the robed figure was strong and easily pushed open the screen door, never picking up their pace. They chased after her as if they had all the time in the world, and for all Bev knew, they did.

Fleeing into the woods, Bev ran as fast she was able with her injuries. Low hanging branches and brambles whipped across her face, catching on her clothing, tearing it to shreds, but she didn’t slow down, not for a moment. She kept running, until she looked behind her and could no longer see the robed figure in the distance.

Bev doubled over panting, not used to doing so much running as she usually sat on her couch and watched Wheel of Fortune. She thought that she could rest for a moment, catch her breath, before doubling back to the motel to call the police, but then a gloved hand grabbed her throat and pulled her back against a solid chest. Her eyes widened, realizing that she hadn’t even heard them approach, though maybe her heavy breathing had masked their approach.

The hand moved up to her jaw, pressing against it roughly to force her mouth open. They held her like that as they produced a cross from inside their robe, one that Bev recognized from her own private collection. She struggled, but her attempts were useless, and the robed figure forced the cross down her throat, causing pain to shoot through her as she felt it cutting up the inside of her esophagus.

Blood began to choke her, but the robed figure wasn’t done. They brought the hunting knife up to her chest then cut her from shoulder to shoulder before slicing her from her throat to her abdomen. The movements reminded her of a more violent sign of the cross, and if she wasn’t slowly losing consciousness from blood loss, a part of her would’ve have realized how poetic her death had become. Instead, Bev felt her life begin to fade. Her last thoughts were that she’d been born in this motel, and now she was going to die here, too.

Part 1.3 ~ Masterpost ~ Part 1.5

Author's Note: It's been a rough few weeks, and I felt like killing someone. Hope you found it as cathartic as I did.

[spidervee]

hiiii idk if you got my previous message but the two prompts (I believe 45 and 70 I don't remember anymore) were for tangerine but im writing it just in case you haven't got it!!! NO PRESSURE! CAN'T WAIT have a nice dayyyyyy

“we shouldn't do this” but they do so, anyway & an accidental kiss that confuses you both, but only a moment pass before you crash your lips back against each other's 🍊🌻 tysm for this request, sweets! I hope you enjoy it! 18+ only; swears; sexual fantasies; hand stuff

The first time you kiss Tangerine is in your dreams. Absolutely knackered after a job, you fall—into bed at a cheap hotel, into a deep sleep and dreams that are far too close to fantasies. Tangerine’s body pressed against yours, his strong and deadly hands cupping your face with curated gentleness, his lips moving against your neck, his mouth tasting like fresh bread and cigarettes when it finally captures yours.

But then you wake up and Lemon’s playing Tetris in the armchair by the window and Tangerine is still crashed on the floor beside the bed that both Twins had chivalrously agreed to let you use (read: Lemon was happy with the cot and Tangerine grumbled, telling you to piss off and have pleasant dreams). Your lips are decidedly un-kissed.

The second time you kiss Tangerine, it’s on accident. You’re making crepes in his flat in London and you can’t quite reach the cinnamon. Sure, he’s bloody tall, but who doesn’t keep fucking cinnamon on the spice rack? You ask as much and Tangerine sets down the novel he’s been, unbeknownst to you, pretending to read (because it’s much more interesting to watch you move about his kitchen and much easier for him to imagine you making it a regular occurrence even though it’s obviously a bad idea…a terrible idea…a fucking daft notion, truly…).

“Keep your knickers on, love,” he grumbles teasingly, pinning you between the counter and his body as he reaches over your head to rummage in his cupboards. You try not to inhale him too obviously. But something happens as he shifts to the left and you press onto your tiptoes to try to catch a glimpse of what he’s doing. Something bad. Something terrible. Something daft.

Your lips brush against his neck, in the place where his collar droops open and his gold chain rests on taut skin.

Fuck. Fuck shit fuck.

Tangerine tenses, like a deer in headlights. Or a leopard about to spring upon its prey.

His big blue eyes are blinking, surveying you.

“Sorry,” you whisper.

“S’okay,” he whispers.

“Was on accident,” you both whisper, your voices overlapping.

The third time you kiss Tangerine is about eight and a half seconds later. It’s hot and heavy and sloppy, all tongue and teeth and wandering hands, until you’re half-naked in the kitchen with your hands down his pants and his arms caging you against the counter.

“This is a bad idea, right,” he mutters against your neck, mustache scratching at your skin.

“Most fucking definitely,” you reply, giving his cock a firm squeeze. He groans, bites his lip—you could get used to watching him do that.

“Fuck it.”

[girls-alias]

Dean's Dream P5

Title: Dean's Dream P5

Part 4

Words: 1773

Relations: Dean Winchester X Reader

TW: Foul language.

Prompt:

Dean is captured by a Djinn and dreams of Y/N.

I smirked at Y/N as she skipped up the porch steps, my arm falling from over her shoulders as she led the rest of the way to the door. I couldn't stop my eyes from wandering as she walked ahead of me. God damn! I could watch her all day.

I was zoned out, completely encapsulated by watching her ass as she walked. I was snapped back into reality when she giggled, holding the door open for me as she waited and caught me staring. I smirked devilishly as I continued approaching her. I grabbed the door so she could walk in, smacking her ass as she stepped through the threshold. We walked in, I followed her into the living room where she took a seat on the small couch. I had a look around as I sat beside her. My attention went back to her as she moved even closer to me so our legs were touching, I smiled, admiring her as I placed my hand on her thigh. Her face lit up as she accepted my hand and interlocked our fingers. She's so damn cute!

Sam walked in holding 2 open beers by the neck of the bottle in one hand and a glass in the other with a drink in it. He handed Y/N the glass, and she smiled, thanking him as she accepted it. Sam handed me a bottle as he took a seat in the chair close to me. "How's the new house?" Sam asked before taking a sip of beer, oh shit. I have to be able to talk about my life as if I know what's happened. I don't know!

"It's beautiful, you and Russ will have to come and see it, I think Dean is still a little lost in there but he'll get used to it soon," Y/N explained chuckling as she talked. I grinned, chuckling at her comment as she had no idea how truly lost I felt in the house. Sam laughed as Russ approached him, taking a seat just in front of him to be stroked. I smiled at the innocence.

We talked for a while, Sam opened his presents and loved everything he had gotten. I smiled seeing how happy Sam and Y/N were as she was seemingly proud of all she had gotten him, he truly loved everything. We finished our drinks, Sam offering us another to which she declined so she could drive us home, inviting me to drink as much as I wanted. She's so thoughtful. We ended up having a BBQ in the back garden, Sam and I sitting by the fading warmth of the grill drinking our beers as Y/N chased around the back garden playing with Russ.

"You've done really well, Dean. Y/N's amazing," Sam commented, chuckling as he watched her and Russ play. I smirked, nodding my head.

"Yeah, I have no idea how she's mine," I chuckled knowing that I truly have no idea. "She makes me happy though," I expressed, not able to take my eyes off of her. Sam chuckled.

"Yeah, no shit." He chuckled as he shook his head. I looked at him a little confused as to why it seemed laughable. Sam looked back at me confused. "You were always a little grumpy and distant but I've seen you more since you've been dating Y/N than our whole lives," He explained but it shook me a little. Was I really grumpy and distant? Sam looked at me even more confused. "Are you okay?" He asked he meant for it to be sincere but really it sounded judgy.

"Yeah, I just-" I stumbled on my words. Sam seemed more concerned now like I was being out of character and I probably was, I don't remember what I'm normally like. "Sam, I just-" I tried again. His eyebrow raised as he waited expectantly.

"What's up?" Y/N asked as she approached us, standing by me, a hand on the back of my chair. I didn't have time to admire her before Sam spoke up.

"Dean's being weird," Sam explained, his joke not sounding laughable. She looked at me slightly confused. I feel like a deer in headlights, how do I get out of this? They know something is up, she's going to leave me. Panic started setting in.

"We had a bit of a pregnancy scare a few days ago, I think we're both still a little weirded out by it," Y/N explained, smiling brightly as she sat on my lap. Both legs facing Sam as she allowed me to wrap my arms around her. She's an angel! She's perfect! I could just kiss her! She helps me out of everything without even knowing it. She smiled at me again but winked so Sam wouldn't see. She's lying, oh. Oh! How does she understand? Can she read my mind?

I imagined fucking her over the chair and saw no reaction, either she'd be great at poker or she can't read minds.

"What?" Sam asked excitedly. "I want a niece or nephew, why would that scare you? Aren't you two having kids?" He asked, I quickly looked to Y/N for her answer. She chuckled as she smiled brightly.

"We've only just moved house, we need to be set up and ready. We don't want to bring a kid up just yet we're too busy," She explained, her smile never fading.

"Oh, I see. Waiting for him to propose," Sam joked making us laugh.

"No, just waiting till we're ready," She turned to look at me, a smile gracing her lips as her eyes showed nothing but love. I smiled, leaning in to kiss her. She smiled, accepting the kiss and nuzzling closer to me once we had pulled away.

After a while, Y/N and I were saying our goodbyes and waving at Sam before climbing in the car. She never stopped smiling as she started the drive home.

"You okay, handsome?" She asked, a smile still present and showing no concern. She's just checking up on me. I said Yeah not knowing if I should be completely honest with her. She might feel betrayed and I don't want to do anything to upset her or make her leave. She smiled brightly as she continued to drive. We made it back to the house, kicking our shoes off at the door before she put them away, I followed her actions and she seemed a little surprised but smiled. "Thank you," She commented kissing me softly, staying close and she smiled mischievously. I smirked wondering if she was ready for the round 2 we were wanting earlier. "Why don't you go upstairs and I'll get the strawberries? We can spend the rest of the night in bed," She explained, her smile never fading. I chuckled as I nodded.

I started making my way upstairs, peeking into rooms trying to find the one we were in earlier. Every room upstairs had a few boxes, quickly telling me it was the wrong room. I made it to our bedroom and sat at the top of the bed, should I get naked? I pondered it a little, quickly stripping from my clothes as I heard her coming up the stairs, I stayed in my boxers grinning as I saw her walk in. She was carrying a tray with a plate of fruit and a fondue set. I chuckled, not expecting all this. Her smile brightened. She placed the tray in front of me and took a seat opposite so the tray was in between us. She took a deep breath, smiling softly.

"You can talk to me," She explained, she waited for me to speak, giving me the time for my mind to wonder. She knows. She has to know. After a little more debating I knew I had to come clean. I sighed knowing lying would most likely be the thing to hurt her more than the truth would.

"I don't remember anything," I started to explain, I couldn't bring myself to say more, the words catching in my throat in fear of her reaction. She's going to feel lied to!

"Nothing at all, nothing about our life?" She asked, picking up a stick to grab a grape from the plate and putting it in the melted chocolate. She doesn't seem too bothered. Maybe she'll be okay with it, she doesn't seem too bothered right now. It gave me a little confidence.

"No, I don't remember. I woke up this morning and had no idea where I was or you. But I'm sorry, I do love you and I want to make more memories with you I just don't remember the ones we already made," I started rambling but she stopped me.

"Dean, don't be stupid, I'm not upset it's okay," She explained before moving the grape closer to me, My eyebrows furrowed slightly as I looked at her confused. She's indifferent. I leaned forward accepting the grape into my mouth a little suspicious. My cares seemed to fade away as I ate, this is so good. "The same thing happened to me about 3 months ago, don't worry. You helped me through it then and I will help you through it now." She explained coating another grape and eating it herself.

"Really?" I asked a little sceptically as I don't recall anything. She nodded softly as she chewed.

"My name is Y/N, I love chocolate. I moved into this house with my amazing boyfriend Dean about 2 weeks ago and I am very happy with it, it's my dream house. My boyfriend taught me how to drive in his 1967 Chevy Impala which I was only allowed to drive once I knew the make and model, and what gas it uses. I have been dating my boyfriend 2 years, 3 months and 8 days. My best friend is Sam Winchester and I am in love with you, Dean," She said, introducing herself. Her smile was heavenly as she held out her hand for me to shake as if we were just meeting. I chuckled, tears welling in my eyes as I accepted and shook her hand. She's amazing, she's perfect! Here I was terrified to tell her and yet she's amazing about it.

"I'm Dean, I have a brother called Sam and a girlfriend who knows me better than I know myself. She is perfect, understanding and extremely beautiful. She is everything I could hope for and more. I love her with everything that I am," I explained as she laughed sadly, touched by my sentiment.

"I love you, Dean,"

"I love you too, Y/N,"

Masterlist Part 6

[blu3cl0v3rs]

Summary: Euphrasia meets Morro.

Warnings: Funky dream writing, Euphrasia's probably out of character

Prompt: Day 25 - "I'm not very good."

Extra: Wind duo!!! I'm so disappointed in myself that I haven't written about them yet. Ngl, I have not watched Dragon's Rising, so I'm making a shot in the dark on her personality based on the fanart and clips I've seen-

Mist swirled in mesmerizing patterns, curls and twists spun threads of blue-grey fog around creaky willow trees, whose leaves swayed easily and joined the haze in a calm dance guided by the wind.

Euphrasia squinted in an attempt to see through the mist, one hand rested on a nearby tree trunk as she carefully walked forwards.

She had never been here, wherever she was. Tree branches stretched overhead, the dark canopy cast a shadow onto the ground, making the terrain discreet. The wisps of a breeze knocked off her hood and played with her hair. Euphrasia held a hand up to stop any loose strands of dark brown hair from drifting in front of her face.

Up ahead, the breeze became a gale, which whipped hair and loose leaves and stray rocks around a centerpoint; a person.

There stood a rather lanky person, tattered green clothes haphazardly draped on their lithe frame, from which dirtied bandages peeked out underneath. Short wisps of ebony and emerald flailed around the jagged, almost hollow features of the person. The person who was looking straight at her.

Euphrasia's eyes bulged, and she froze like a deer in headlights. Their eyes resembled storm clouds, she noted as the stranger padded near her. The winds grew stronger and stronger, and she felt her footing slip from underneath her.

She yelped as the ground neared her face and dear destiny she was going to make a fool of herself — she was grabbed by the arm, and yanked firmly back on her feet. The winds settled.

Whoever helped her didn't let go for a moment, until they reached up and adjusted the messy hairs out of place on their head. She reflexively drove a hand through my hair, quickly checking that she looked decent and brushing off any dirt on her robes.

It was only then that Euphrasia took a glance at the person's face. An unfamiliar sharp face, ghostly green tinge coated their skin, and jagged dark green marks around the eyes were what stood out the most.

"So, you're the new Elemental Master of Wind, huh?" a rough distorted voice came from the figure.

"Heh, that's what it seems… I guess," she trailed off, nerves getting to her.

"I'm not very good- or was-" he stumbled on his words before sighing, "I wasn't a good person, and I used my powers for all the wrong reasons."

He stepped back, glowing eyes darted around in his sockets.

"If you ever need help with something, just call for me," he said, voice starting to echo as his silhouette began fading. "Oh, out of time already."

"Wait!" she tried to grasp his wrist, but her hand fazed right through him. "Who are you? What's your name?"

The person looked shocked. "I am Morro, Master of… well, ex-Master of Wind." He muttered before the wind whisked him away, the trees curled around and the gusts blasted.

Euphrasia bolted out of bed, sweat dripping down her face as her chest heaved.

"Morro… the one who rewrote destiny..?"

[f1-disaster-bi]

Writing Prompt List

"Did you just tell the person I was gonna go out with that we're dating?" Pando

-💖

Pierre really should have expected this as he opened his office door to a furious looking Lando. The other didn't even say anything, just shoved his way past Pierre into his office. His arms crossed over his chest, and his glasses slipping down his nose as he glared while waiting for Pierre to close the door. He really shouldn't be suprised. He knew word was going to get back to Lando after what he had said, but he had half hoped that he would be half way home for the weekend before he found out. "So, everything okay?", Pierre swallowed the anxiety threatening to choke him as he rubbed at the back of his neck. The glare Lando leveled on him was nuclear. "Is everything okay? Is everything okay?" Lando laughed angrily before he pointed at Pierre, "Did you just tell the person I was going to go out with that we are dating?" Pierre winced when Lando poked his finger into his collarbone.

He knew his face was giving it away. There was no way his expression wasn't screaming his guilt, especially as he felt his cheeks flush a little as Lando's eyes widened with the realisation that his wasn't some horrible joke. "Oh my god, you did. You told Carlos we are dating" Lando scoffed, throwing his arms up a little in disbelief, "What the fuck, Pierre?" "Lando, I-" "I am so embarassed" Lando muttered, covering his face with his hands, "It's bad enough that everyone knew about my stupid crush on you, but now you have to tease me like this? It's just cruel, Pierre. I thought we were at least friends. I....I'll have to move offices...I can't-" "You have a crush on me?" Pierre spluttered, cutting off Lando's rambling with how loudly it came out, "Since when?" Lando stared at him in shock for a moment, just blinking at him like a deer caught in headlights. "You...you didn't know that?", Lando seemed to shrink in on himself, "Then why would you say that?" It was Pierre's turn to blush and try to get the floor to swallow him as he looked away from Lando's face to a spot on the floor. "Because I...ah...I like you and was going to ask you out and panicked when Carlos told me he was going to ask you out", Pierre rambled, not noticing Lando stepping closer, "He was so sure you'd say yes that I just panicked and blurted out that we were dating and I am-" Lando cut him off by wrapping his arms around his neck and tugging him into a kiss that had Pierre gasping in surprise. "We're both fucking stupid", Lando muttered, but he just kissed Pierre again. And who was Pierre to disagree when he was kissing the man of his dreams?

[liaromancewriter]

May I Have This Dance?

Premise: Is there anything more romantic than slow dancing in the kitchen on a do-nothing day?

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 1,175

A/N: For narrative purposes, this is set on the same day as Sleeping Beauty. Submission for @choicesprompts Flufftober prompt "Can I have this dance?" I'm also using @choicesflashfics week 54, prompt 1

Ethan Ramsey stared at the announcement for this year’s homecoming dance tacked onto the noticeboard in the hallway. His hands itched to snatch a flyer to peruse later, but he kept them tightly fisted to his sides.

There was a reason he’d ditched the whole thing last year, he reminded himself morosely.

He couldn’t dance and wasn’t about to embarrass himself in front of the entire school. Plus, there was the whole awkwardness of asking a girl out. They tended to travel in packs, and getting one alone long enough to ask her without her friends staring and giggling nearby was as impossible as travel to Mars.

It was a pipe dream, he thought in dismay but unable to unglue his feet. He wasn’t in a position to go, and that was that. Besides, who decided that participating in homecoming dances and proms was a right of passage for high schoolers?

Hollywood, that’s who. Twentysomething actors playing high school students didn’t make it all so. It was a fallacy, as most things in life were.

“Wow, you look fierce. Did you have a fight with someone?”

Ethan glanced sideways at the concerned voice of his neighbor and friend, Miranda Clarke. He inwardly grimaced at being caught boring a hole into the noticeboard.

She’d been the nerdy girl with braces and pigtails all through elementary and middle school. At the start of freshman year, he did a double take when she greeted him at the bus stop, no braces in sight, her blonde hair in a waterfall behind her and a pretty headband sparkling under the sun.

Miranda might look different now, but she was still one of the smartest and nicest people he knew. She also understood what it was like to be abandoned by a parent, or both parents in her case.

“Not a fight,” he said, lowering his voice to avoid being overheard by others, and inadvertently eyed the flyer.

“Ah,” she said, following his gaze. “I didn’t think school dances were your thing.”

“They’re not,” he muttered, feeling the redness splash across his cheeks.

Miranda’s eyes softened in sympathy, and he felt sorry for lying to his friend.

“It’s okay to change your mind, Ethan,” she said, lightly touching his arm. “No one’s going to care if you attend a dance one year and skip it altogether another. This isn’t about what anyone else wants, just you.”

“I know that,” he protested, stopping himself from rolling his eyes. Miranda had a habit of lecturing him when he was being cagey.

He straightened away from the wall and shrugged, adopting an air of indifference. “It’s moot anyway since I can’t dance.”

“Can’t?” Miranda placed a hand on his elbow to stop him as he turned to go. “Or don’t know how?”

Ethan sighed, his lips parting to deliver a well-versed white lie. But this was Miranda, and they’d known each other all their lives. She’d just hound him on the way home until he told her the truth.

“Don’t know how,” he admitted reluctantly. “I can’t exactly ask my dad to teach me, can I? He has enough to worry about.”

“You could ask me,” she suggested.

Ethan watched her warily. “You’d be willing to do that?”

She laughed. “Of course! That’s what friends do.”

Suddenly, her face turned serious, and she stared at a spot behind him, a light red staining her cheekbones. “Maybe after, you could ask me to homecoming? Only if you want to,” she added quickly when he froze like a deer in headlights.

“I would like that,” he said quietly, thinking about it for all of five seconds.

The bell rang for the next period, and he cleared the gruffness in his throat, raising his voice above the noise. “Thanks, Miranda. I appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome, Ethan,” Miranda smiled. “If you’re not working today, we can have the first lesson after school. Around four, your house?”

Dance lessons and a date to homecoming, he marveled as they parted ways to head to class. The year was suddenly looking much brighter.

Twentysomething years later…

“I want to spend the day with you doing nothing. And by nothing, I mean…”

Ethan grinned as Cassie Valentine leaned on the kitchen island and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

It was the first Sunday since his return from Brazil and Cassie’s first official sleepover. There hadn’t been time for that before he left a couple of months ago. But now that they’d decided to give this relationship a real chance, they wanted their private moments to be less stolen and more intentional.

“In case you haven’t noticed, the day is half over,” he said, pretending disinterest as he rinsed a skillet and stacked it in the dishwasher with the rest of the dishes from a late brunch. “If only you’d woken up earlier, we could have had so much fun.”

“Sunday mornings are made for sleeping in,” Cassie’s brows knitted in exasperation. “Especially after the week I had. And I thought intern year was bad.”

“You’ll adjust,” he commented unconcerned, pressing a button to start the dishwasher’s cycle before grabbing a cloth to wipe down the counter.

“What?” he demanded when he looked up to see Cassie watching him with amusement in her eyes.

“Nothing,” she said, coming around the kitchen island to stand before him. She glanced at the wipe cloth in his hand. “I had no idea you were so domesticated, Dr. Ramsey.”

He smirked, caging her in his arms. “I’m a man of many talents, Dr. Valentine.”

The sun was high in the sky, the glare of its rays bouncing off the treated glass. Soft music drifted from a Bluetooth speaker in the corner, casting a magical spell over the kitchen and its occupants and lending an air of romance.

“But can you dance?” Cassie whispered, caressing the nape of his neck with her fingertips.

“What brought this on?” Ethan arched one brow in curiosity.

“Since we’re getting to know each other,” she pulled his head down, “you should know that I love to dance, especially slow dancing in the moonlight.” Her green eyes sparkled, and her lips curved into a soft, dreamy smile. “Or in a sun-dappled kitchen on a lazy Sunday afternoon.”

The music changed to something slow and romantic, and Ethan found his lips hovering above hers, heart pounding with potent anticipation.

“So? Can you?” she murmured.

“Yes.”

Cassie closed the distance between them, gently pressing her lips against his, and he fell into the moment.

“May I have this dance, Cassie?” Ethan asked, sliding his hand into hers.

“I would love to, Ethan.”

He placed one hand on her waist, splayed his fingers and tugged her close. Cassie rested her hand on his shoulder, and he led her into a slow dance, their bodies swaying to the rhythm.

He followed the moves he’d learned all those years ago, dancing in the living room with Miranda. And when Cassie laughed as he dipped her low, Ethan sent a silent thanks to his friend for giving him this.

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[whumpninja]

This is actually sort of a test run for a novel concept I’m playing with. It was supposed to be just kinda spooky, but took a left turn into straight-up horror. I’m not complaining! Kinda wish I could draw what I imagine the gods to look like, but I was not born with that particular gift so hopefully I described it enough. In the event that I did not describe it enough, just imagine humanoid shape but Wrong. Everything is very stretched out and lengthened and just…weird.

Prompts used: AI-less Whumptober, hostile environment

Featuring: god whump (is that a thing?), historical whump, this gets very…creepy and unsettling so watch out

Whumptober Day 16: God-Hunters

They had thought it was a river-god when they first dredged it up in the nets. It had the same sheen of silver to its skin as a river-god would have. But there was no webbing between its fingers, and its hair was yellow and smooth like spun gold- the hair of river-gods was green and weedy, and often had little fishes tangled in it. This god had soft white feathers, like dove's feathers, scattered through its hair instead. They could not figure out what it was- it could not have been a sky-god, because it had been lying in the river; and it could not have been a storm-god, because it had no lightning under its skin; and it could not have been an air-god, because it did not dissipate into nothing when they touched it.

It was old Anders who finally solved it. "It's a dream-god," he pronounced, looking solemnly over the still creature bound up in the coarse net fibers. "We've caught it sleeping, or we wouldn't have been able to catch it at all. They run faster than deer."

"How do you know it's a dream-god?" asked young Jakob, who had never hunted gods before.

Old Anders took the knife from his belt. "Gods bleed whatever they're the gods of. Cut open a sea-god, and they'll bleed tides. Cut open a harvest-god, and they'll bleed grain. Cut open a dream-god-" he did this as he spoke, making a cut along the creature's narrow arm. They all crowded around to see.

As the knife slid through the god-flesh, drops of something shimmering and opalescent fell to the bottom of the boat. The drops stayed there for a moment, and then vanished in a wisp of pale smoke.

"They bleed dreams," old Anders finished, and took a piece from his shirt to bind the dream-god's wound.

The trio of boats set off again down the river, the one that carried the captured god in the lead.

At some point, it woke. It did not thrash or panic. It lay quite still, staring at the hunting party with large, liquid eyes that shimmered with an odd blue-silver color.

A girl called Annika was set to watch it, and so she sat with her chin on her hand and wondered about the dream-god. Did it know that they were god-hunters? Did it know that it was a captive at all? Did it know that when they got back to the village that it would be kept a prisoner until it was time for it to be butchered? Did it know, and if it did know, was it afraid?

Can gods be afraid? She wanted desperately to ask it, but humans could not speak god-language and she had never heard of a god that could speak hers. They would have to settle for watching each other, the hunter girl with her bright blue eyes and the dream-god with its large shimmering ones.

Except-

"Anders," said Annika. "What does it mean when a dream-god's eyes change color?"

"Don't know," grunted the old man, tugging lazily at his oar. "What color are they turning?"

"They were all silvery before," Annika answered, "but now they're turning...sort of...purply-black."

Old Anders bent over to look.

"It probably means nothing," said a man called Hakon, who had once killed a forest-god by himself and was very proud of it. "Even if it means something, it cannot mean danger."

Old Anders turned to him, very slowly. "Hakon," he said, in an odd sort of voice. "What was the last dream you dreamed?"

"Dreamed of when I was a boy," Hakon answered promptly. "Lovely dream."

"And you, Jakob?"

"Dreamed about my sweetheart, Elin," Jakob replied, blushing red.

"Annika?"

"It was last night," the girl said. "I dreamed Mother sent me to fetch the water, but a terrible monster was in the well and it ate me up. It wasn't a dream, it was a...nightmare." Her voice trailed off slowly, and the whole boat went very quiet.

"Row for your lives," Old Anders instructed, barely above a whisper. "Do not touch the dream-god, do not even look at it. The village is protected from god-magic, but we have much river to pass before we are safe. Think of the last nightmare you had, and row as if you are fleeing it.”

Hakon pounded the blunt head of his cudgel in his hand. "I'll just club it, put it out of its senses," he said. "That'll save us the-"

"Idiot!" hissed Old Anders. "Trying to put a dream-god to sleep. When do you think dreams have their power, you fool? It's more dangerous sleeping than it is awake!"

"Does anyone else hear that?" asked Jakob.

They were all silent, and yes, they heard it. A low, soft sound, like singing, except that no human throat could make such sounds as these. It was the dream-god doing it- it sat up very slowly, heedless of the net still binding it, and fixed its now fully blackened eyes on them. It was smiling, just a little, and out of that strangely tilted smile it kept on singing very softly. Its long, bony fingers twisted in strange patterns, dark threads stretching between them as it worked, like a spider spinning a web.

"It's weaving a dream," Old Anders whispered. "Or a nightmare."

"But nightmares can't really hurt us," Annika replied, looking into the old man's leathery face. "Can they?"

He shook his head. "No, child. But they can make us wish they could. What fools we are. We've caught the most dangerous god-sort of them all." He cleared his throat. "Make for the village with all speed. If we're at all lucky we'll reach the border before that- thing finishes its weaving."

"And if we aren't lucky?" asked Jakob.

Old Anders reached for his oar. "Then we will face the worst dreams it is possible to dream- and we will not wake from them."

[chocoblep]

#12: Mystery Solved

Prompt: Quarry

Hinan crouched low, watching and waiting. He’d been haunting this spot for a few days, slowing to a creep when he heard shuffling in this particular spot so that he could observe. After all, he had a mystery to solve, and now that he couldn’t go out on jobs for a few days and Rhuk had made him take the day off from The Lucky Fin due to his very unfortunate rear situation, he’d had little to do, and was restless. He’d decided to go to the kitchen and grab a snack, but when he heard the telltale sounds of someone already inside that area, he decided to creep around toward the back and hide near the curtain so he could peek into the kitchen proper.

Slowly, gently, he pulled just enough of the curtain to the side to peek through a slit along the door frame, careful to disturb as little of it as possible. He could see the shadow of a person extending over the tatami, and judging by that shape, it was probably Aeluan. When he stepped into view he had a brown paper bag clutched in his hand and he moved with purpose to the shelf where all of the booze was.

Well, that was odd, because Aeluan didn’t drink; he was the only person that Hinan knew who would go to a bar and order milk. But as the Raen in the kitchen reached for Hinan’s bottle of rum–Hinan’s rum–Hinan tensed in place. A quick, furtive glance around seemed to satisfy Aeluan’s sense that someone might be watching him, and soon enough he was setting it aside on the counter and reaching behind it to pull out a small wrapped parcel. He eyed it for a moment before reaching into the brown paper bag and pulling out another small, wrapped parcel that looked identical in everything but size. The new one was bigger. Hinan narrowed his eyes.

Gotcha.

As Aeluan placed that new parcel up on the shelf and reached to replace Hinan’s rum bottle, Hinan burst in from behind the curtain, his arm extended and finger pointed directly at his older brother.

“CHOCOLATE THIEF!”

Aeluan jumped and nearly dropped his rum, and Hinan cursed himself for not thinking of the timing of his ambush.

“Hinan!” Aeluan exclaimed, frozen in place and staring at him like a deer in the headlamps. “I… ah…”

“Stole my chocolate!” Hinan cut in. “I thought I was going crazy and eat-walking again!”

Eat-walking was something that Hinan had started doing as a teenager, when he was growing all too fast for his metabolism to keep up. He’d had vivid dreams about food, and he would wake up the next day to learn that he’d made entire meals in his sleep, plural, which he’d then eaten all of.  According to Aeluan, they were crazy combinations of ingredients, too, that he wouldn’t have ever thought to put together in any fashion, and had often wondered if Hinan’s stomach was going to revolt. It never had, but sometimes he’d eat-walked and only grabbed snacks, too. The latter instance was what had been plaguing Hinan’s mind lately, and he’d begun to lament that he was now enjoying his chocolate in dreams he couldn’t remember.

“Look, I got a craving,” Aeluan explained, finally putting Hinan’s rum back on the shelf. He turned to face Hinan, and crossed his arms over his chest. “I felt a little bad after I took some, so I decided to buy you some more to replace what I stole.”

Any irritation he’d had at Aeluan for stealing his chocolate in the first place drained away, and he lowered his accusatory hand. “Well, that’s fair, I guess,” he murmured, “but it’s more like borrowing at that point, isn’t it?”

Aelu blinked a couple times before replying, in a completely deadpan voice, “I’m not regurgitating it, so no, it’s not borrowing.”

Hinan made a noise of disgust at that. “Good, I’m not keen on seeing you puke, ever.”

“Well, either way, you have a full bag of chocolates now, those Gridanian ones you like so much.”

“You got me a bag of Glint Truffles!?” Now he was excited, and he maneuvered his way around the counter, bumping his hip on his way by. The sharpening of his aches from his recent injury caused him to stop for a moment, but as soon as he was steady he slapped a hand on Aeluan’s shoulder. “Forgiven. You’re forgiven.”

“Thank you. Wanna share the two that are left in this bag?” He asked, holding up the old bag of chocolate for emphasis.

“Hell yeah, I do!”

((@sword-and-surfboard for mention!))

[onboardsorasora]

I'm firing on all cylinders today! I know its not day 9 but I really wanted to do this prompt. (also unedited)

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F1 Flufftober Day 9 - Mistaken for a Couple

They were wandering around the city centre now, Daniel had asked to see more of Monaco and Max had asked if he wanted to hike. Daniel, of course, sang his yes because there was nothing more fun than prowling through nature.

Max didn’t realize or anticipate that this would include singing, lots of singing. And animals. Soon after they made it maybe halfway up the trail, Daniel had deviated into the forest eagerly. Max, anxious because he had literally just glimpsed through the trees what could have been a fox, a deer or a boar– he truly wasn’t sure, dashed after Daniel.

He climbed over small boulders and through some dense underbrush– who knew Monaco was so lush? Before coming to a stop before a large tree, he bent over and rested his palms on his knees panting. 

Daniel was– Daniel was humming, as evidenced by the unusually large flock of truly random birds that hovered above where he sat cross legged on the ground. There was a…weasel on his shoulder, peering down into his arms. Daniel looked up from whatever he was cuddling to grin broadly at Max who was dumbfounded.

So dumbfounded that he ended up taking a picture and sending it to his groupchat with Lando, Alex and Charles just to….capture…just to prove that he was actually seeing this. He needed confirmation that this truly wasn’t all just a fever dream. When the boys didn’t respond in shock or concern, he placed the phone back in his pocket.

Because, Max truly believed he was taking this whole thing….really well. All things considering. His current baseline state of being remained neutrally surprised. If that even was a thing.

“Max!” Daniel whisper shouted, not wanting to frighten whatever it was he was holding. “Come look!”

Max, helpless to Daniel, picked his way forward. Stepping lightly to avoid any smaller animals that were wandering underfoot. He saw a field mouse skitter away and made an apologetic sound. This was all mental. He was apologizing to a mouse!

Still, he got closer, stepping around a lounging deer that tilted its head for a scratch. Without even thinking about it….Max gave it a little scritch between its ears. The small happy noise in return made him smile.

Daniel gazed up at him from the ground in wonder and Max swallowed the lump in his throat. Daniel shifted his arms, his oversized sweatshirt sleeves parted like a lavender cocoon and Max’s eyes widened in delight at the sight of two snuffling fox kits. They were tiny things, just growing their red fur.

The hike had been derailed after that and they’d spent the next hour in that glade as Daniel gossiped with each of the animals. They came to Max for a scratch or two, after he’s overheard Daniel telling one of the owls that Max was a friend and he was wonderful. Jimmy and Sassy were brought up a few times, described as happy cats, which also seemed to lend Max a little bit more credibility. He never realized he needed it or wanted it until now.

So now they were wandering around looking for a place to have lunch. Daniel wanted burgers but he also wanted ice cream. They’d found a shop that sold sorbet and Daniel had wanted that instead, so they got that and when they left the shop, Daniel had hugged Max tightly before frolicking off.

Max had stood there, stunned every time Daniel showed affection freely, and watched him eat his cold treat and follow a butterfly. An older lady tugged his sleeve and he blinked down at her diminutive frame, completely surprised that she was there. She smiled sweetly at him, in the way a grandmother does when they see something you don’t.

“You are such a beautiful couple. Take it from an old lady who loves love– you make him very happy, cherish him always.” She patted his cheek and walked off, going on her way.

Max’s eyebrows raised to his hairline, he opened his mouth to say something– correct her, but she was across the street now and he didn’t feel like yelling. He blushed as he thought of her words and then looked back to keep track of Daniel.

Only to find Daniel right where he had last seen him, already looking back at Max. Daniel smiled a softer, smaller smile and turned away, ducking his head to lick his spoon. And Max felt his rose blooming.

Part 8