#the tail is baaack

[personostient]

���In recent news, seasoned summoners and arcane disaster relief groups urge casters NOT to purchase Floratropes as spring festival gifts for first time creature tamers or non-magic users. What may have started off as a well-intentioned gift can quickly lead to chaotic disasters such as: spontaneous spawning, lingering contamination of living spaces, or at worst, village assaults.

There are various widespread misconceptions regarding the care and upkeep of Floratropes as being low maintenance and inexpensive, making them one of the most commonly misunderstood familiars. ‘Succulent’ Class Floratropes are deceptively marketed as drought-tolerant and that a majority live off a phototrophic diet. While true that solar energy comprise SOME of a floratrope’s metabolic processes, it is not obligatorily photosynthetic and often requires periodical blood sacrifice.’

— recorded excerpt from, Daily Due Diligences

[shapeshiftinterest]

Yeah... No, We'd Rather Have The Beast: bowser x luigi

you can't tell me you watched the ending of beauty and the beast and were cool with him turning into a human

or: bowser turns into a human, mario and peach have opinions on this

bowuigi halloween event

prompt: transformation

story under the read more

Yeah… No, We'd Rather Have The Beast (also on ao3)

Bowser rubbed at his eyes, the feeling of skin instead of scales a bit jarring. Blunt nails instead of claws, weird sense of balance without his shell or tail, the lack of fangs.

He blinked in surprise. He did it.

He did it!

Kamek's human spell had finally been perfected and it worked!

Surely his crush would say ye-

"Eeehhh... nah."

Wut.

"This is... I mean he's not ugly or anything! But it's almost weirder than when he turned into Bowsetta that one time..."

Worse than Bows- oh come on!

Don't tell him all this work was for nothing!

"I agree with Mario."

Even Peaches thought he looked weird?!?

"What the shell, you jerks!" Bowser yelled, stomping his foot and immediately regretting the pain shooting up his leg. Stupid human body. "I thought you said this would work!"

Peach stifled a laugh behind her hand at the now human Koopa King. His body shape was around the same, but without his usual characteristics it was a lot less intimidating.

Mario shook his head, arms crossed. "This isn't gonna work, you gotta change back into a koopa."

Bowser huffed. "I thought the whole point of turning human was to make your brother less afraid of me before I asked him out."

"It was!" Mario said, uncrossing his arms to pat bowser on the elbow, the highest place he could reach without going on his tip toes. "I just think he'd be more comfortable with your usual form is all."

"Why you-!"

"Mariooo! I'm baaack!" came Luigi's voice from the front door. "They were having a sale on-"

Luigi paused, taking in the sight of his brother, their princess, a magikoopa and a human Bowser mid argument in their kitchen.

The younger plumber blinked, turning to Kamek.

"Change him back."

Mario and Peach burst into giggles as Bowser deflated at Luigi's unimpressed look. The Magikoopa chuckled to himself and undid the transformation, Luigi nodding in satisfaction before ignoring everyone and putting away the groceries.

BONUS:

up to the reader if bowser's just bare ass naked in mario and luigi's kitchen and nobody cares or if the spell gave him clothes honestly i think it'd be funnier if it was the former >;P

[bedoballoons]

hi! i saw requests were open, may i requests albedo, itto and tighnari's significant other coming home after a long time away? maybe some angst to fluff? thank you!

Ive actually wanted to write something like this for so long!! I hope you like it <3 Also so sorry if it's been a long time since you've requested this!!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─

{༻~Coming home after awhile~༺}

CW: Slight angst because of missing the reader but fluffy in the end!!

(Includes: Albedo, Itto, and Tighnari!)

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𑁍༄Albedo:

Albedo stared aimlessly at the wall, a habit he had picked up after you'd left and it wasn't because he was bored or didn't have anything to do, on the contrary, he could busy himself with experiments and alchemy very easily, but without you around...life just seemed dull at certain moments...just like this one. He missed you terribly and you being gone longer than usual was really messing with him, to the point he was starting to worry you might never come back...

"Albeeedooo...immm baaack"

His eyes widened at the sound of your voice, his heart skipping a beat as he turned around, how you'd managed to get through the door without him knowing a mystery that he currently didn't care about, because seeing you after so long filled him with the warmth he'd been missing. "I'm so happy you're back...I missed you so much my love." He grasped your hand gently, lifting it slightly to place a kiss on top, his bright blue eyes looking up at you with pure joy. "I missed you too..." You smiled sweetly at him, his fingers holding you chin as he placed his next kiss on your soft lips...a feeling he simply couldn't live without.

𑁍༄Itto:

Itto crossed his arms, sighing dramatically as his onikabuto lost yet another battle, their normal strength seemingly weak compared to all recent opponents...or perhaps it was him who was off, after all, he didn't have you by his side. Yes he had told you to follow your heart and travel as much as you could and he really did want that for you..., but you were his cheerleader, the love of his life...being without you for so long...he just wasn't the same.

"Ahh come on how about 2 outta 3?" He attempted, doing his best to regain his happy go lucky demeanor as he spoke to the little boy in front of him...who was holding his candy he'd just won for dear life. Just the sight was enough to make you feel right at home...gosh you'd missed him, "Itto...I think he won fair and square. How about you let him take the prize and I'll give you a kiss for participation."

The Oni instantly perked up, his eyes sparkling as soon as they caught sight of you, "I don't know what a participation is but I'll definitely take that kiss over some candy!" He wrapped his big arms around you, lifting you up as he hugged you and making you laugh happily, nothing could put a smile on your face as fast as he could. You connected your lips to his in a loving kiss, pulling away just long enough to kiss his cheek.

𑁍༄Tighnari:

Tighnari bit his lip, trying his best to focus on his papers even though his tail was swaying furiously back and forth, the though of you returning any second after being gone so long, pestering him to the point he couldn't think of anything else but that beautiful smile he wanted to see so badly...or your perfect voice that his ears kept twitching in attempt to hear. He truthfully didn't think he'd be able to handle even one more day without you with him...

He stood up, leaving his desk behind so he could pace the room for a few moments...then make his way to the front door, his large ears pressed up against it...listening for your footsteps. Just as he was about to give up hope he heard the tip tap of your shoes against the ground, the sound enough to make him throw open the door. His body moving without thinking as he pulled you into him, capturing you in a tight hug before you could even walk into the house.

"Tighnari you're crushing mee" You joked hugging him back as a light blush coated your cheeks, you couldn't believe how quickly he had made your day better, any sad feeling expelled as soon as you saw him. "Sorry but the crushing hug is non-negotiable, after being gone so long this is your punishment." He chuckled, placing soft little kisses all over your face, his last one being a loving kiss on the lips that neither of you could get enough of...

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚Enjoy*⁠.⁠✧

[056-hades]

[I'm baaack, it's all good. So how'd you do it?! I'm dying to know!]

[You also look so adorable with your new ears and tail. Wait who said that? I'm NOT blushing.]

[-Observer, @mostly-functional-squip]

HAHAHA I guess that answers my question. And yes you are, you look like a glowing blueberry.

Anyway, Sacer told me how- break my code, then put in SQUIP code and hope it works. It had me feeling sick for a while but I'm feeling a little better. despite the Scribe thing.

Hey, speaking of, how'd it go with him?

[tertain-the-original]

Okay I’m baaack! It’s time for more nerdy demon species theories under the cut.

This species is one of my personal favs, I’m going to nickname them Baphomets, or Baphs, for now. They have goat faces, feet, but their bodies are more lizard-like. SOME of them have snake tails, but not all of them. That doesn’t mean they aren’t pure bred Baphs, it’s just smth like the straight and digitigrade legs on imps. They also have a candle on their heads and wings.

Here we have the receptionist, who is part Baph and part sea demon because of her squid-like appendages. And this guy here in line is part imp part Baph.

I believe that the Baphomets originate from the Sloth ring, ruled by Belphagor.

Hellhounds kinda speak for themselves… they’re dogs that stand on two legs lol. They come in a lot of shapes and sizes so there isn’t really a specific way to tell them entirely apart. I saw this guy \/

They might be an imp and a hellhound? But I’m honestly not really sure.

^ this lady here is a nice representation of the Goetia … which I think are meant to be all bird-like demons. Which upsets me to no end because the actual descriptions of demons is so much fun and I would have love to have seen them in the Helluva Boss style… but now they’re just BIRDS. Like, yes Stolas is an owl in the actual text, but Paimon in the text is a man with a beautiful face riding a camel… in the show? Just a bird.

Mini rant real fast: the WORST is that Andrealphus, Stella’s brother, is a PEACOCK but his design in the show looks NOTHING like a peacock!!! Are you kidding? They got Asmodeus as a rooster right but not the LITERAL PEACOCK?

Anyway…

Now these demons… I got no clue. I thought maybe they were Greed’s demons, but I can’t tell if they’re just demons wearing jester outfits or if that’s really how they look. It’s the one ring I haven’t figured out yet!

Anyway, that’s all I really have to say about that. I really love spotting the mixed demons in the background it’s so much fun!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello there! I've been reading your content and it's SO GOOD so since your requests are open I wonder if I can ask for headcanons, F!MC with Leona, like they have a relationship and Leona wants to introduce MC to his family buuuuuut MC is not sure if they're going to accept someone than cannot use magic and more if she's a human! Thank you so much!!

Thank you. I’m glad to hear that you enjoy my content.

I kind of flipped the opinions of Leona and the fem!MC around in this request because I felt it was more fitting for their characters. I hope that is alright with you, Anon.

P.S. You bet that I’m gonna to use this request as an excuse to write Cheka and Leona Ojitan moments. Cue Kingscholar family shenanigans.

***Warning: spoilers ahead for chapter 2 of the main story campaign.***

Curiouser and Curiouser...

“I want to meet your family, Leona!”

You and Leona had had multiple intense conversations about meeting his family. It was impossible for him to meet your family, so you were eager to meet his (”Cheka is adorable! Can I meet the rest of the Kingscholars?”) and maybe even explore his home country.

Leona was very, VERY against the idea at first. He reminded you that he is not well-liked within his kingdom and that, as a result, people will dislike you as well. He warned you they would look down on you just from associating with him, and that they will hate you for not being royalty, for not being able to use magic, for being human...for many, many things.

You eventually wore him down by constantly asking and begging and using your puppy dog eyes (although Leona claims he relented because he found you to be annoying).

So you pack your bags and journey to the Afterglow Savannah during the summer break. (Leona told his brother in advance to keep the welcome back low key or he would turn his tail the other way and leave; he doesn’t want the attention of the citizens on you.)

Meeting the Kingscholars

Cheka nyooms to the door and glomps his ojitan the very second he comes home. (”Hehe, Ojitan’s baaack~” “Oi, oi, get off of me, furball!”)

Cheka is excited to see you too! He hugs your leg and everything--he even lets you pick him up and spin him around.

After unpacking your things, you met Leona’s brother/the current king, Farena, and his wife, the queen.

Farena is very different from Leona! You can see where Cheka got his coloration and cheer from. Farena is warm and friendly and eagerly welcomes you into his home (later, he pulls Leona aside and gives him “the talk” in private, much to Leona’s annoyance).

Leona glares at his brother when he gets too animated or handsy with you (Farena talks with his hands, sometimes putting a hand on your shoulder to guide you around the house). His brother has already taken the throne from him, so he’s very possessive of you.

Leona makes sure to be by your side or have his arm wrapped around your shoulder whenever he can, just to emphasize that you are his, and no one else’s.

Farena tells you embarrassing stories about Leona’s youth. Many stories. (Like that one time Leona ate a poisonous grub on a dare and had a stomachache for three whole days...)

Farena’s wife is very gentle and soft spoken, but she has a presence befitting that of a queen and seems wise. She insisted on cooking for you rather than have the servants do it during your visit.

Cheka plays with you so much! (You manage to convince Leona to join you too.) He wakes up his Ojitan every morning by pouncing on him while he’s still asleep--it’s kind of funny to watch, really.

Cheka also practices his roar in the bathroom mirror every morning while rushing his teeth. So cute~

Farena makes Leona spit up his food at the dinner table when he asks “So, when can we be expecting a new playmate for Cheka?”

The Servants of the Manor

Besides Cheka’s parents, you also meet the head steward to the Kingscholar family: a stern looking man with a big nose, dressed in a fancy blue uniform. He does not give his name--he just kind of sniffs at you and respectfully cleans up after you and Leona as Farena asked.

He does not seem to think highly of you, or of Leona. When the steward is not tidying up for you, he is babysitting Cheka.

Leona tells you to ignore the rude head steward, this kind of treatment from servants is to be expected for anything they know is associated with the second born son.

Back to Night Raven College

Overall, your trip was relatively pleasant, save for a few withering gazes the servants throw your way when they think you aren’t looking.

You’re uncertain if you want to go again, given how uncomfortable the servants made you feel--but the Kingscholars themselves were a very nice family!

You realize Leona probably made the right call by telling his brother to not announce your arrival with fanfare. Perhaps you should steel yourself for the next visit.

Leona seems particularly clingy after the visit, refusing to let go of you when he naps and growling at other students when they get near you. I guess he feels even more protective now since he saw how fast Farena warmed up to you...

[nowoyas]

I think that Bun!Izu doesn’t just have sensitive ears, I also think the base of his tail would be very sensitive as well. His skin isn’t used to clothes cause he’s usually in Bun form. So he lays on the bed in a Tee and boxers. Curious you stroke from the underside of his tail. Skin to the fluffy tip, and he lets out the most delicious string of moans. If u aren’t mistaken his foot thumps against the bed why’ll you do it again.

(whoops saw this upon waking up and ran with it also warning for smut)

Oh yes. Bunnizu melts if you play with the base of his tail. You might be innocently admiring how soft and fluffy it is, but the minute you go near that base the interaction is suddenly anything but innocent. He couldn't hold back the whimper of your name in his throat when you lightly brush against the base even if he had enough warning to try. 

Curious, you'd have to try it again, this time a little firmer to confirm what you just did, and you watch in delight as his foot thumps the bed and he begins to moan more than whimper. Maybe instead of dragging your finger from the base to tip to feel how unrealistically fluffy it is, circle your fingertip around the base to feel where it transitions from skin to floof a few times and watch him gasp, starting to pant heavily as he whines your name.

At this point, Izuku might whine out a weak 'stop' that gets cut with a little gasp–you're making him feel so good with so little, but it's unfair and he's getting a little foggy in the brain, head spinning from all the unexpected pleasure. In this house we love and respect our partner"s boundaries and if they ask us to stop, we do, but the moment your hand leaves him he's whining even more and grabbing your wrist.

"W-wait," he'll whimper, giving you the most pleading, sinful look, "come baaack~"

He'll bring your hand back to his tail and nearly sigh in relief when your fingers are touching him again. Resist the urge to laugh when you ask, "so you want me to stop, and then you want me to come back? Which is it, Jackrabbit?" and as if his face wasn't red enough, he's almost at max capacity.

This is the point where you go for broke. You love the feel of his tail and clearly he loves the feel of his tail, but there's something else you gotta try. 

So, you'd want to close your hand gently around his tail, thumbing the base and admiring the view and the noises as he moans and whimpers and babbles, and then you'll have to do it.

Tug on his tail. I sure hope you're not straddling his lap, though, because the minute you do, he's moaning like a pornstar and bucking his hips hard as you rip an orgasm from him, and he might not be fast enough to pull you into a hug and keep from yeeting you onto the floor in his pleasure. He's cumming in his boxers, and there's a lot of words you could use to describe that but why say "okay" when you could say "hot as all fuck". He's still thumping the bed quickly as he comes down from his high, his face painfully red as you rest your hand on his apparently extremely sensitive cottonball. Try to resist the urge to ask him a question. Fail to resist the urge to ask him a question.

"So Izuku," you'll say with a huge grin amid a blush of your own. "can I ask if your tail's sensitive?"

[allstarsmash]

what i think i know about sonic forces

you make your own player character

both classic and modern sonic are there

tails’ character apparently gets botched to fuck and back

infinite exists and has the funniest fucking theme song known to man

a jackal with homophobia in his eyes ❤️

he wears a mask. and when they ask him how he’s doing he says he’s just f

(I SWEAR TO GOD I HATE THE DSMP I JUST LIKE MAKING FUN OF MASK)

silver is there

blaze is not

everything in this game goes by insanely fast

i think the speedruns for it are like 30 minutes

no looking baaack you and i we’re on the attack full speed aheaaaaad riding to the sunseeet

in conclusion:

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[lonelyreputation]

The Optimist (Baker AU)

A/N: Hi! Hi! Baker!Shawn is here and as soft as ever! My mind is a bit scattered at the moment, but I can promise you it’s throughly edited!! Anyway…How is everyone doing?! I hope you had an enjoyable weekend!! 

Annnnd thank you for 100 followers! I've only returned to writing a couple of months ago, so thank you!!! You all are too kind and sweet :’) I have a lot of things written in my docs that just need some editing––so stay tuuunneed  

THANKS A MILLION for all of your support! Your kind words are music to my ears and really encourage me to write more!! Reblogs are never expected, but always appreciated!! 😌💞🌻 

REQUEST/PROMPT: Night wind carrying the scent of freshly baked bread 

Let’s Chat!! | MASTERLIST

Warnings: none :) 

Word Count: 3.6K

You leaned your back against the brick wall, resting your head against the cold brick as you looked up at the stars twinkling in the sky.  Seven minutes, I’ll give you seven minutes, your manager had said to you after you begged to have a little bit of a break after you had just finished serving a rude table.

In through your nose––don’t cry–––Out through your mouth.

You hated waiting tables.  You hated having to plaster on a fake smile at every table.  And you hated having to walk with an extra pep in your step when you were on your feet for four hours.  Most people you waited on were generally pleasant, but there would always be a table or two during a shift that would be act absolutely monstrous.

You pinched your eyes shut––don’t cry––as a soft breeze made its way down the little alley way you had escaped to.  You were sure that at least four minutes of your little break had passed and you dreaded having to walk back in with a sickeningly sweet smile on your face.

“Are you alright?”

You opened your eyes and turned your head to the right.  Standing inside the doorway of the building behind yours was a tall boy with curly brown hair.  He was wearing all white, but the apron tied around his front was stained with various shades of tan, and like the swipe of flour he had on his cheek, his apron was also dotted with spurts of flour.  He smelled of burnt sugar.

“Yeah, I’m––“ you sniffled as you brought the sleeve of your forearm to wipe under your nose, “I’m fine!  Don’t worry.” You had put on your well-trained fake smile in front of the boy.

He wrung out the white towel he held between his hands, he didn’t look convinced, “I tried walking back in, but then I thought you were gonna cry so I came back out.”

An awkward silence filled the air around you as you continued to study him.  He looked unsure of himself.  He seemed as if he wanted to help, but had no idea as to how to help you.  

“You work at The Optimist?” You recalled the name of the bakery that was located behind the restaurant you worked at.

He nodded his head with a genuine smile, “Yeah––I’m Shawn, by the way,” he took a few steps forward, crossing over from the bakery’s domain of the alley way onto the restaurant’s side and stuck out his hand for you to shake.

Scrunching up your eyebrows you hesitantly reached your hand out to connect with his.  He looked to be around your age, early twenty’s, and you didn’t know the last time you had shaken hands with someone your age when introduced.

Shawn dropped your hand, “And you work at The Sunflower?” 

You grimaced and Shawn took notice; his smile dropping into one of a sympathy.  You were about to introduce yourself, but one of your fellow waitresses skidded out the back door with wild eyes.  

“Y/n,” she sounded like she was relieved to have found you, but her tone was urgent and her eyes held terror, “You were supposed to be back two minutes ago, Diane is going insane looking for you.”

At the warning your friend gave you, your eyes doubled in size as you quickly tightened your pony tail––that no doubt had tiny strands flying about that didn’t make it into the hair tie––and bid the baker a quick farewell, “It was nice talking to you, Shawn.”

“Nice meeting you, Y/n.”

You didn’t get to see him as you quickly rounded the corner and rushed back inside before your manager, Diane, laid into you for taking a longer than necessary break.  

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Two days later, you found yourself back in the alley way.  And this time instead of begging for a break, you were allowed a whole hour to yourself since you were working a double shift.  You spent the first thirty minutes eating a dinner you brought for yourself, the next fifteen minutes sitting and staring at a wall, and then something in the back of your mind kept nagging you to head to the alley way.

The alley way smelled sweeter than the last time you were here.  The back door to The Optimist bakery was propped open and you were able to smell the aroma coming from inside.  You took a deep breath, hypnotized by the scent of yeast, and let it out only to take another deep breath in.

The smell was stronger than before, hot baked bread must’ve come right out of the oven, you thought.  It reminded you of your grandmother’s house where she was constantly baking loaves sourdough; warmth, comfort, and full of love. 

You caught a whiff of rosemary and closed your eyes in satisfaction.  Whatever bread they were baking in there was full of herbs that flowed out into the street.  If Heaven was on Earth, it would be in this alley way; just you savoring your time alone as the smell of bread breezed out into the night.

“Y/n?”

You opened your eyes to see Shawn standing in the doorway, wearing a concerned face much like the one he wore two days prior when you first met.

“Shawn, hey,” You greeted him with a genuine smile.

He returned his smile as his eyes lit up; he noticed your mood was considerably better than when you first met, “How are you?”

“Really good,” he tilted his head and squinted his eyes at you silently asking you if that was a real honest answer.  You let out a sigh and rubbed your hands over your eyes, “Kinda tired, I’m working a double today but I’m on a break now.”

“You seem better than a few nights ago,” he picked his next words carefully, “Are you feeling better?”

“I don’t want to bore you–––“

Shawn shook his head with a soft smile.  He sat down on the curb and patted the spot next to him for you, “Tell me all about it.”

You crossed over from the restaurant side to the bakery and sat close to your new friend.  You were only sitting about an inch away and you were able to catch a sniff of the sweet smell of the bakery from his apron, “Just some people being rude, it happens a lot so I’m used to it, but like when they start to question my capabilities? And talk about me when I’m serving their food as if I’m not there?” You sniffled as the memory of the dad of the family made a passing comment to his kids how if you don’t have any aspirations in life, you’ll end up like her replayed over and over.

“Hey,” Shawn curled an arm around your shoulder and pulled you in close to his side, “Some people are jerks, it sucks, but you’re a better person than they are,” his hands started to rub up and down your arm in a comforting manner, “Because it would never even cross your mind to disrespect someone right in front of you, and that says a lot about your character.”

You took a chance and leaned your head on his shoulder, “I think everyone should have to wait tables at some point in their life,” you sniffled out a laugh.

“That,” Shawn agreed with you, “or work in retail.”

You let out another laugh in agreement and the two of you stayed snuggled up next to each other.  Shawn continued to rub a comforting hand along your arm, pulling you closer into his side, and it was almost as if your head fit into his shoulder like a puzzle piece.  Shawn knocked your knees together which caused you to let out a giggle and a small smile.

“What time are you done?” He questioned.

You scrunched up your eyebrows and bit the inside of your cheek, thinking about his question, “Around eleven or eleven thirty? Depending what time the last table leaves and we have everything stocked up for the morning shift,” you lifted your head off his shoulder, already missing the close contact with him, looking into his eyes, “Why?”

He wore mischievous smirk, “Do you want a loaf of bread?”

“What?”

Shawn leaned his head back as he laughed at your confused face; eyebrows tightly pulled together with your eyes slightly widened.  He squeezed your shoulder tight, “I uh––I get a free loaf every shift, and I––Do you want it?”

“You don’t want it?” You questioned him, not knowing why any twenty-something year old would pass up the opportunity of free food, “You don’t have like a family to feed or anything?”

He shook his head, a long curl falling covered in flour fell out of place and dropped in front of his forehead, “I’m twenty-one, so I don’t have a family––or anyone––to share a loaf of bread with.”

He tacked on that he didn’t have anyone in a rushed tone, almost scared that if he didn’t get that part in, you would assume that there was someone else he would rather share his bread with.

“What bread did you just make?” If he was offering up his shift loaf of bread, you desperately wanted it to be the sweet herbal bread you had the pleasure of smelling all through out the night.

Shawn nodded his head with a smile, “Focaccia,” he said it as if he was reminiscing his favorite memory, “I’ll have a loaf of that out at eleven thirty.”

Before you could say anything else, your phone alarm rang, notifying you that you had to get back to work.  You let out a soft groan and rested your head back on Shawn’s shoulder, eyes closed, “I don’t wanna go baaack.”

“C’mon working girl,” he squeezed your shoulder one last time before pushing off the curb and reaching a hand out to you, “The sooner you’re back at work the sooner you can get your bread.”

You reached out and took his hand; it felt different than when you first connected hands in a handshake when you first met.  His fingers curled around your hand with care, his calloused hands from kneading dough were surprisingly comforting, and they were warm.

“I expect to be given nothing less than the absolute best loaf.” You held onto his hand for a bit longer before dropping it and walking over to your side of the alley.

Shawn let out a hearty laugh, “They’re all the best loaf,” he shot you a wink, “because I bake them all.”

You felt a blush creeping up on your cheeks, but decided not to face Shawn; you didn’t want him to know the affect he had on you at only your second conversation.  You shouted a see you later tonight over your shoulder and walked back into work with not so much of a fake smile, an actual pep in your step, and a little bit of flour on your uniform shirt.

When your shift was over, you raced back down to the alley way, quickly saying your goodbyes to the kitchen staff, busboys, and fellow waiters.  You were out the back door in no time and were met with the sight of Shawn holding, what you assumed to be the focaccia bread, wrapped in brown paper tied together with twine.

He handed the loaf of bread to you as the two of you made small conversation, him offering to walk you to your car.  Wanting to spend as much time with him, you accepted his offer, as he asked you questions about your day.  Unfortunately the walk to your car wasn’t very far, so the conversation was cut short, but Shawn promised to have another loaf of bread for you tomorrow night.

Once you were in your car and saw Shawn walking in the direction from where you had just come from––I swear my car is parked around yours, let me walk you, it’s no big deal––you rolled your eyes at his blatant lie and placed the bread in your passenger seat.  But what you hadn’t noticed before was a little message written on the brown paper with black sharpie.

Let’s get this bread! Haha, but really, I made this loaf extra special just for you :)

•••

Every other night you had worked for the next few weeks ended in the alley way with Shawn delivering you a loaf of bread and walking you to your car at night.  You had come back to your apartment with loaves of rye, ciabatta, baguettes, and even a Portuguese sweet bread.  With every loaf of bread you brought home, your roommate raised an eyebrow, her interest peaking with your new fascination for carbohydrates.

It was your day off, and while you normally spent it lounging about or going for a walk, you decided to pay a visit to Shawn at The Optimist.  While you normally would avoid the area where you work on your days off, you found yourself excited to be there for once. 

You parked your car in front of the bakery and flipped down the mirror to make sure you had nothing in your teeth before walking in.  Once you were out of your car and locked the doors, you threw your keys into your canvas tote bag and walked toward the navy blue front doors.

With each step, your heart rate began to increase.  You told yourself to calm down, that it was only Shawn, but for some reason that only made you even more nervous.  Nervous, but excited to see him.

A little bell chimed when you walked in and a voice as sweet as the pastry selection smelled, greeted you, “Welcome to The Optimist!”  She looked to be about seventeen; her uniform had her name stitched in cursive on the left side of her black collared shirt, Amelia, “What can I get started for you?”

“Is uh––Is Shawn here?” It didn’t hit you until you were up at the counter that Shawn might also have the day off.

She seemed skeptical to give you any information about an employee, which was fair, working as a waitress you’ve had people come and ask if a specific person was working.  And it was company policy to not give that information out.

You didn’t know if it helped your case, but you started explaining how you knew him, “I work at the restaurant behind you guys and I’ve struck up a friendship with him and I wanted to see if he was at work–––“

“Oh,” Amelia’s eyes widened as a smile blew up on her face, “You’re the girl he brings bread to.”

You felt your cheeks get hot, “Uh…Yeah, it’s nice that he––“

“He’s so sweet!” Amelia gushed as she rested her elbows on the glass counter top and folded her hands together to rest her chin on top of them, daydreaming off into the distance, “He stays so late to buy you a loaf of bread and give it you.”

“Yeah, he doesn’t really have to––Wait,” You tilted your head, “He stays late?”

Amelia nodded her head, “Way late.  Like sometimes I wonder if he just doesn’t want to go back to where he lives––But his roommate has come in every now and then and he seems really nice so––“

“What time do you guys close?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“Eight or nine?  Our store front closes at eight but then we have to clean and that usually takes us until around nine––“

“Is he here?”

“Shawn?” Amelia asked as if he hadn’t been your topic of discussion.  You nodded your head slowly, “Yeah, he’s just in the back.  I’ll go grab him!”  

Amelia skipped away and called out Shawn’s name in a sing-song voice, “You have a visitor!” 

You were only waiting at the counter for a few minutes before Shawn and Amelia came out from a back room.  You instantly smiled when you saw flour dusting on the tips of Shawn’s curls.

“Y/n, hi––Wasn’t expecting to see you today.”

You picked at a loose piece of skin by your thumb, second guessing yourself if this was actually a good idea, “Yeah, it’s my day off and uh––I didn’t really have anything to do.”

Shawn let out a chuckle, “No, no…I’m glad you’re here,” his smile was infectious. He brought his hands around his back to untie his apron, “I’m gonna take like a ten minute break, is that alright, Amelia?”

He ducked his head to lift the strap of the apron above his head and hung it on a hook by the door the two of them had just come from.  Amelia started to ramble again, nervous that Shawn was going to go off far, but he quickly reassured the teenager that he was only going to be sitting at one of the little tables in the bakery.

Amelia seemed calmer and Shawn grabbed two paper cups, filled them with black drip coffee, and rounded the counter to you.  He handed you one of the cups of coffee as you followed him to one of the small circle tables in a little alcove that granted you some privacy.

It was the first time you and Shawn were hanging out not in the alley way and while it was nice to see him not in the middle of the night, it felt a bit out of place.  But you enjoyed the way the sun shinned through the windows and hit his face on all the right angles.  You even noticed a little scar on his cheek.

“Amelia likes to…Talk,” Shawn started off, “But she’s really sweet, real nice girl.”

You nodded your head and let out a laugh.  Her liking to talk was the understatement of the century, “She seems nice,” you took a sip of coffee, “But she also let me in on some details.”

“Did she?” Shawn smirked as he leaned back on his chair, setting his cup of coffee down on the white table.  When he crossed his arms over his chest, you looked down briefly to see how large his biceps really were; it seemed as if his white shirt was constricting his flexed muscles.  He seemed almost too muscular to be a baker.

You rolled your eyes at his nonchalance, “Yeah, like how you stay late?” Shawn’s smirk dropped, “And how you pay for the loaf of bread?” You waited to see if he would interject and say how she was lying, but he stayed quiet, “Why?”

Shawn shrugged as he avoided your gaze and looked out the window, “Dunno.”  You brought your foot up to his shin and gave it a small tap, edging him to say something else, “You seemed so…sad that first night and I wish I did something more so when I saw you the second time, the only thing I could offer you was a loaf of bread.”

Your heart melted at him expressing his want to cheer you up.  But little did he know, he offered you more than a loaf of bread that night.  He offered you an ear to listen to, then the next time he offered his shoulder, and now he offered you a friendship.  The loaf of bread was nice, but the non-physical possessions Shawn offered meant more to you than fancy bread.

“But staying nearly three hours or more after your shift has ended?” You picked at the top lip of your coffee cup, the white paper spiraling a little, “You could’ve been asleep, Lord knows how exhausted you must feel after working.”

You were waiting for another answer from him and you weren’t going to talk until he offered something––other than a loaf of bread––up.  He finally shrugged and reconnected his eyes with yours, “I like seeing you.”

It felt as if the sweet smells of the bakery infiltrated your body.  You felt warm, like hot bread that was just pulled straight out from the oven.  You felt comfort, like how the smell of sourdough bread reminded you of your childhood.  And you felt something else; not quite love, but more of an adoration for the baker sitting across from you.

“You could’ve just said that,” You said as Shawn twirled his foot around yours under the table.  A sheepish smile made its way onto your face, “I like seeing you too.”

Shawn’s smile shined brighter than the sun through the window, “That’s…Cool.”

You bit your bottom lip, trying your hardest to conceal the laugh that wanted to escape, but you also wanted to hide your growing smile.  All you seemed to do was smile around him.

“How about…” Shawn started speaking but his words trailed off as he looked at you.  His smile brightened when he saw your rosy cheeks, “How about I make dinner for you? I’m no chef, but I can cook a mean pasta.”

You let out a fake gasp of surprise,  “You mean you’re not a cook?!”

Shawn tsked himself, “Just a baker, sweetheart.”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach; sweetheart.  You wouldn’t mind if he called you that a million more times.

“But this time,” you gave him a pointed look, “I’m buying the bread.”

[pop-goes-the-clown]

Qbe happily ran up to lj, hugging onto his legs. Her tail was wagging in exitement. “Oh, cool, you’re baaack~!” She let out a happy bleat as she said this. (Rosegold-ocs)

Qbe...it's you!!

(The monochromatic clown quickly bows down to hug her, squeezing her a little bit)

Hohohoh my sweetie I'm so so sorry I had to stay away for so long

[lizartgurl]

"The Little Atlantean" (Aqualad x OC)

(part one) (part two) (part three) (part four) (part five) PART SIX

Tula, Garth, and La'gaan swam for their lives, or rather, for Kaldur's life, following him and the Purists to the lair of the Ocean Master, concealed within the skeleton of a now-extinct kraken.

Kaldur himself was more curious than afraid. He had never been to this part of the ocean before. He usually headed up towards the surface, rather than deeper into the ocean, but he supposed the principle of exploration was the same.

His new friends finally released his arms, though their nails left little dents in his wrists. They swam ahead, giddily beckoning for Kaldur to follow them. Kaldur shivered as he entered the Kraken's mouth. It was colder here, farther than he'd ever been from the surface.

And then something grabbed his tail.

He gasped loudly, and looked down at the floor of the kraken's throat. Hundreds of what looked like a mix of sea slugs and seaweed looked up to him with eyes round and frozen in terror.

"Turn baaack," the one wrapped around his tail coughed out.

"Turn baaack!" The others warned him.

One of Kaldur's new friends spun around at the sound, and snapped at the creatures like a shark. They all shrunk back, and she pulled him quickly into the belly of the beast.

There, with his mask and cloak, Ocean Master stood at his mirror pool.

"Chian! Ronal! Where have you been?" He teased as they entered.

Ronal bowed lowly, "We have brought a friend, Master."

Ocean Master hummed in interest, "Ah, what have we here?' His tone indicated that he knew very well who Kaldur was. Chian had told Kaldur that Ocean Master was expecting him, after all.

"Prince Kaldur of Atlantis," Ocean Master swam around his magic mirror to rest in front of Kaldur. His cape hid his eight tentacles when he was still, but when he moved it was harder to do so.

"I hear you've had some woes with your love life?"

Kaldur shivered again under this examination.

"Yes, sir."

"Queen Sha'lain'a destroyed all of his treasures!" Chian lamented loudly.

"Especially the statue of his one true love, the human Princess Emma!" Ronal added for extra measure, both dramatically draping themselves against the wall of the cave.

"It's not that…" Kaldur mumbled, the heat in his cheeks making up for the starfishbumps on his arms.

"Oh dear, not getting along with your mother now, are we?" Ocean Master frowned, much more tactful than his aides.

Kaldur nodded.

"To be honest, I never got along well with your mother either," Ocean Master shrugged, "I take it she banned you from the surface world right after you fell in love with this girl?"

Kaldur nodded.

"A merman and a human princess," Ocean Master stirred the mirror pool with the tip of his tentacle, "Well that certainly is something you don't hear about every day."

Kaldur slumped to sit on a small outcropping of bone, "It's hopeless, I know."

Ocean Master laughed at his naivete. "Not if you know the right spells, little prince."

Kaldur sat up a little taller, "So it is possible, then?"

Ocean Master played with a speck of sand that wound up on his cloak. "If you're willing, that is."

Kaldur was unnerved by the tone in his voice. "Why would you want to help me, though?" He asked.

"Why my dear little prince!" Ocean Master seemed offended at the mere suggestion. "It's what I live for! To help poor, unfortunate merfolk like yourself."

"I must apologize, but it is hard for me to believe that. I've grown up with threats that you would catch me and steal my soul if I didn't eat my seaweed or go to bed on time." Kaldur shook his head.

Ocean Master rolled his eyes. The eyes of his mask were large, round pieces of red glass, inset in a mask of purple fins that matched his cloak.

"Yes, well, like I said, I've had many a disagreement with the Queen, as well as her brother before her."

"You knew my Uncle Orin?" Kaldur asked.

"We were raised together," Ocean Master shrugged.

Kaldur shook his head. This was a lot to take in.

"Of course," Ocean Master glanced back down the tunnel, "There has been an occasion, once or twice, when someone couldn't pay the price I asked in return for my services."

Chian and Ronal both sniggered from the shadows, but wilted under the withering look from Ocean Master.

"I will admit that I've had the odd complaint, though that would be their own fault, not mine." Ocean Master held out his hand to Kaldur, inviting him to look into the pool.

"I've done nothing but try to be a saint towards any and all of the unfortunate souls that cross my path." He promised.

Kaldur glanced into the pool. There was the Princess Emma, sitting on the beach where he had saved her. One of her sisters ran around playing with the little ones she had saved, but Emma's eyes strayed far out to sea.

"Hmm," Ocean Master mused, "I do believe that she is searching for you."

"She is?" Kaldur asked. His heart pounded so hard, he was sure Ocean Master and his servants could hear it.

"Why not? You did save her, after all." Kaldur was about to ask how he knew that, but he supposed the mirror pool could show the Sea Witch anything he wanted.

Ocean Master waved to his aides, and they each brought him an assortment of vials from some cupboards carved into one of the kraken's ribs. He shoved Kaldur aside and began pouring various amounts into the pool and mixing them together. The image of Emma vanished beneath a green, oozing potion that began to fill the cavern with a pungent-scented smoke.

"So the way this spell works is that you are turned into a human for three days, and you have to get your Princess here to kiss you. If she kisses you by the time the sun sets on the third day, you will be able to stay human forever!"

Kaldur nodded, "And if I don't?"

"Then you turn back into a mermaid and your soul becomes mine forever."

Kaldur blinked at the casual way Ocean Master phrased it. Maybe everyone was right, and the Sea Witch was evil. "What if she does not want to kiss me?"

Chian and Ronal shrugged,

"We all must take risks, little prince. Now there is one last thing," Ocean Master paused, "My fee."

Kaldur shrunk back, remembering Ocean Master's warnings about those who couldn't afford his services. "I just lost everything I could trade you for, and I don't have-"

"Oh, it won't cost much," Ocean Master dismissed.

Chian and Ronal snuck up behind Kaldur, placing their hands on his shoulders. "Just your voice!" They promised.

Kaldur shrugged them off, "But if I don't have my voice, how can I-"

"You'll have your looks, your pretty face, and don't underestimate how important body language can be," Ocean Master winked at him. He snapped his fingers, and an elegant scroll appeared over the bubbling pool, outlining the details of the deal they had just discussed.

Kaldur couldn't tell if he liked the idea of this deal or not. He wanted to see the human world up close, he wanted to meet Emma, he wanted to get to know her. He wanted it more than anything.

But was it all worth it?

He knew that this magic was hard and took a lot of energy, so Ocean Master had every right to demand whatever price he wanted in return, but would Kaldur be able to pay for it?

Ocean Master sighed impatiently, "Do you want little miss princess or not?" He began to count down on his tentacles, "Five, four, three, two-"

"Yes!" Kaldur exclaimed, "I'll do it."

Ocean Master's sickly sweet smile matched with Chian and Ronal's. "There's a good little prince."

Chian handed Kaldur the skeleton of a quill. He picked it up, and refusing to look back, he closed his eyes and signed it.

"No!" La'gaan shouted, watching from the corner that led to the tunnel with Garth and Tula.

Ocean Master knew that they were there, but ignored them in favor of his precious little prince. They could hardly do anything now that the contract had signed, and only one person would be able to free Kaldur once his soul belonged to the Sea Witch. He snatched up the scroll, which rolled shut in a flash of golden light, and tucked it safely into the folds of his cloak.

Chian and Ronal began to chant along with their master as the smoke began to swirl around Kaldur, in particular, his tail.

"Now sing!" Ocean Master pulled a golden conch shell from the pool, holding it out in Kaldur's direction, "Sing your voice over to me!" He demanded.

Chian and Ronal looked at Kaldur expectantly, but he had no idea how this magic was supposed to work!

All of a sudden, beyond his control, he began to sing, as if some unseen force were pulling his voice out of his throat.

And then, he couldn't sing anymore, the noise refused to come from his throat, but he could still hear his voice. A small, golden ball floated in the water, slowly making its way to the shell in Ocean Master's voice.

"I've got it now!" Ocean Master cackled.

Kaldur was suddenly hidden from view, the smoke gathering around him, but La'gaan, Garth, and Tula could make out his silhouette in the flashes of light that were produced by the Sea Witch's magic. His tail vanished, splitting into two long human legs.

"Oh Kaldur," Tula gasped. Garth gulped.

Kaldur couldn't breathe, he couldn't even scream for help.

"Now swim!" Ocean Master grinned at him, "Swim for your life, you human child!"

Tula thought quickly. She darted in, grabbed Kaldur under his arms, pulled him out an opening in the cave's wall, and up, up towards the surface. La'gaan and Garth followed, trying to do their best to help. They left the cackling of the Ocean Master and his Purists far behind.

[khadij-al-kubra]

Ticklish

Pairing: Logince (platonic or romantic)

Characters: Logan, Roman

Words: 1411

Author’s Note: A short fic I wrote a while back based off this post. I realized i’d only written/posted it in the reblogs, so i thought i’d make it’s own post.

AO3

It had been a rare quiet afternoon in the Mindscape. Roman was off on one of his quests in the Imagination, Virgil was holed up in his room, and Thomas had summoned Patton to help him with a social event. So Logan had chosen to take advantage of the peace to curl up with a good book.

Today’s selection was a variety of science fiction short stories from “The Time Traveler’s Almanac,” a favorite of his. He has been captivated by a Ray Bradbury story but paused in his page, taking a moment to enjoy the delicious solitude. The sun shone through the living room window, the thermometer was at a comfortable temperature, and he was halfway through a cup of jasmine tea. Logan took a deep content breath and smiled. So peaceful…

SLAM

“I’m baaack!” sand Roman, bursting through the door. “Did you miss me?”

Logan groaned. ‘So much for peace and quiet.’ “Greetings Roman. I take it your ‘quest’ went well?” he asked, attempting to be polite.

Much as the creative side aroused his ire, the four of them did live under one roof. It was wise to attempt maintaining some semblance of civility.

“Why of course. I always emerge triumphant! Still, it is good to know that I was missed,” Roman smiled, his teeth practically glinting. “So, did i miss anything? Where are padre and the stormcloud?”

“Patton is busy with Thomas and Virgil is in his room. I meanwhile have been here reading all afternoon. Nothing of note happened in your absence, other than the interrupted quiet upon your rather boisterous entrance.”

Logan adjusted his glasses and gave Roman a pointed look. Apparently the creative side didn’t get the hint. Instead he chose to plop right next to Logan on the couch. Rather close might he add.

“Oh hush sub-astute teacher. So,” Roman leaned over Logan’s shoulder to peek at the page. “Whatcha reading anyways?”

“A science fiction story,” said Logan.

“You? Fiction? That seems out of your realm.”

“I’m not opposed to delving outside of my usual genres from time to time. Besides, I happen to appreciate well written prose.”

“So what’s it about?”

Ordinarily Logan would take any opportunity to share knowledge with someone else. However he has rather enjoyed his previous solitude and frankly wanted to just get back to reading in peace. Besides, he was just getting to the good part when Roman had popped in. Nothing worse than being interrupted during the big climax.

“Roman, if you’re so curious I shall lend you my book later. For now though I’d prefer to get back to the story.” Logan lifted the book up to his face.

“AWw come on Logan! Just tell me.”

Then Roman poked him in the side. It was only a light finger jab, but it had been right beneath Logan’s ribs, a.k.a. his hidden proverbial Achilles Heel. Before he could hold it in, Logan let out a giggle. He shut up and sat up straight as a meerkat. Too late. Roman had heard.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” Logan cleared his suddenly high voice. “Nothing at all.”

“Logan…are you ticklish?”

“……no.”

Logan slowly turned to Roman. To his dread the creative Prince had the most villainous grin plastered to his face. He let out an ominous giggle and held up his fingers, wiggling them in front of the logical side’s flushed face.

Oh no.

Logan didn’t need Virgil around to know his fight or flight reflexes were kicking in. Fast as he could Logan fled from the living room, Roman tailing behind.

“STAY AWAY FROM ME, FIEND!”

“I’m gonna getcha Logan!”

“Nooooo!”

Roman chased him around the kitchen. He chased him up the stairs and past the bedrooms. Logan almost lost him outside the bathroom when he slid under tho taller side’s legs. Logan had considered shouting to Virgil for help, hoping that the anxious side would surely come to his rescue against a common enemy. However when he passed Virgil’s room he could hear music blaring loudly from the other side. Not the usual kind that signaled Virgil was having a panic attack, but even so there was no way he’d be able to hear Logan. Just as Logan was debating on whether or not to slide down the banister he felt Roman wrap his arms around his torso. Roman pulled Logan away from the stairs and then…oh the torture.

“Tickle-tickle-tickle!” said Roman as trailed fingers lightly up Logan’s sides.

Logan couldn’t fight against the ticklish sensations. They set him into a racoucious laughter that left him breathless. He felt himself sinking to the floor beneath Roman’s phalangial assault, taking the princely side down with him.

“Ro-ro- ROMAN! HA! P-pl-PLEASE AHA-HA!I ca-can’t BREATHE!” Logan laughed, tears running from his eyes. “Plea- STOP!!”

Mercifully so, he did. Logan fought for air, taking several deep breaths. Finally, after a trail of weak laughs, Logan was able to compose himself again. He glared at Roman fiercely. He despisedbeing tickled! Not only was it an awkward sensation that forced him to show laughter when nothing was amusing, but it made him lose all sense of composure. It was rather embarrassing.

“Don’t ever do that again!” said Logan, his tone pencil sharp.

Roman winced. His face shifted from amused to genuinely sorry. Logan almost felt sorry for his harsh tone.

“I…I’m sorry Logan. Truly,” said Roman, his voice soft and hesitant. “I didn’t think you’d mind that much.”

“Well i do.”

“Patton usually likes it when i have tickle fights with him.”

“I am not Patton.”

“No…you’re right. I-I am sorry Logan. I just…really needed a laugh after my last quest. And ordinarily I go to Patton for that, or even Virgil if I can rope him into playful banter. I did not mean to violate your personal space in such a way. It was…wrong of me.”

Logan could hear the genuine remorse in Roman’s voice. He took a deep breath. “…Apology accepted Roman. Just…don’t ever do it again.”

“I promise!” Roman held a hand over his hear and raised his right hand as well.

They sat on the carpeted floor for a while in silence.Ironic given that was what Logan had been trying to regain in the first place.

“You know,” Roman said , looking at him with a small smile, “you have quite a nice laugh. Shame I so rarely get to hear it. Truly.”

Logan didn’t understand why his face suddenly felt warmer. Perhaps it was a side effect of being tickled. Still, he cleared his throat before responding.

“Well…thank you Roman. That’s flattering, i supposed.”

“So,” Roman lay on his side looking up at him. “What was that story you were reading about anyway?”

“Oh. Well, it was, in short, a story exemplifying the repercussions of the butterfly effect. Quite good actually.”

“Sounds like it. Would you…” Roman looked away, blushing. “Would you read it to me?”

Logan stared at him baffled. “Why would you wish to read with me?”

“Honestly? Because, like i said, it was a difficult quest. One that had left me tired and, well, rather down. And the two things i need most to make me feel better after something like that is a) a good laugh, and b) some peaceful relaxation. And i can think of nothing more peaceful that hearing you reading aloud. Unless…you’d rather be left alone.”

Something in Logan softened at the sincerity of Roman’s explanation. It was only then that he realized just how drained the other truly looked.

“I supposed that would be an adequate way to spend the remainder of the day.” Roman sat back up, beaming at him. “However, notickling. Do not even entertain the thought.”

“You have my word!”

So they went back downstairs and sat together on the couch. Logan picked the almanac back up and went back to the beginning of the story so he could catch Roman up on the tale. As promised, Roman did not attempt to tickle Logan again. However, he did lean against Logan’s side as the logical manifestation read aloud in a soft yet steady voice; a gentle smile of easement resting upon his handsome face. To Logan’s surprise though, he didn’t mind. He still had the light shining gently through the window, a freshly brewed cup of tea, a good book and comfortable quiet. Perhaps, he mused, solitude wasn’t necessarily needed to feel at peace.

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[defness]

*Blu follows Bloss and then changes into her other form* (the one with a fire tail- unless I’m dumb and she’s already in that formm-) ...oh. Great. *her fire tail glows brightly and so does her eyes..*

IIIIIIIMMMM BAAACK~!

*Salvage bows*

[flowersofthedead]

He leaves some freshly made Golden Flower tea for Asgore, no matter how weird it felt for him. The other would certainly enjoy it. ((Thanks for your comment ;w;))

“Well i have no idea who left me this! but thank you to whoever it was, i did need some tea.”

He seems quite happy about it, long leonine tail wagging baaack and foooorth under his cloak. He never made it quite right himself.

[thefairefolk-rp]

Welcome back to the Faire Folk,  Lexi! Your application for Kieran Frell has been accepted! 

Name/Nickname: Lexi (I’m baaack)

Age: 25

Preferred Pronouns: she/her/they

Timezone: GMT+1

Activity and Availability (Please answer in words as well as rating your availability from 1-10): lmao my ass is unemployed and living with my parents, so literally 10

Writing Sample (Must be 300 words or more, third person limited, in the character you’re auditioning for’s point of view):

The parties at the Unseelie court were always a whirlwind of colours. This season was jewel tones, and anyone wearing last season’s pastels had to suffer some scrutiny. Not in the least from Kieran Frell. They were by no means the richest fae at court, but they always prided themselves that they were amongst the best dressed - if not best dressed. Growing up, Kieran had lived a life in the lap of luxury, for a limited time at least. The period of their life not spent indulging was one they prefered to deny the existence of. While their life now was seen as somewhat scandalous in the Unseelie court, their rich lovers helped fund their passion for the finer things.

As Kieran swept into the ballroom, heads turned to appraise their appearance. They had glamoured their hair so that the dark locks curled gently as they brushed their shoulders, a single pearl drop hanging from their ear. Their lips subtly matched the long, ornamented coat. It was almost as important as who was seen hanging on their arm. They could hear the whispers rustling around the room, much like the way their coat-tails rustled across the marble floors. The other fae resumed their conversations, the voices rising above the clamour of the music. Kieran turned to their companion, a lovely fae lady who - while wealthy - did not possess the status that some of her counterparts did. However, her quick wit made her a most agreeable companion.

While Kieran knew they should be on the lookout for the next person to warm their bed before her goodwill turned sour, they found it hard to part with someone who kept them on their toes. They knew that every moment spent with her was closer to her wanting to learn more about them, to try to learn what drove them to do what they did. They hid behind a veil of nonchalance, but their circumstances weighed heavy on their heart. Kieran did not like relying on the kindness of strangers but working was more disagreeable than even that was. While they chatted with the ladies gathered around them, their eyes scanned the room, catching the gaze of a pair of dark eyes which had been trained on them from across the room. Kieran allowed their eyes to drift over the other fae, feigning disinterest, while they analysed the other fae’s company.

They excused themselves, bowing low to their company, before making their way across the ballroom.

“Good evening. I do wonder, whether anyone has taught you it is most rude to stare,” they quipped, a soft smirk creeping across their lips.

[therandomfics]

DISTANCE: 4

Friday nights during the era of Sonny meant dinner at your favorite little restaurant down the block, a nice walk back home, and a night filled with confessions of infinite adoration. You always reveled in waking up next to him, tangled limbs and murmured good mornings; Saturday mornings were better than Friday nights.  

Post-Sonny, Fridays meant whatever you wanted to do, which for the past few months had meant that you were in your bedroom, watching television and convincing yourself that you were better off the way that you were. It’s easier to be lonely when you’re actually alone. It’s easier to be miserable when you’ve got a legitimate reason to be miserable. 

This specific Friday night meant that you were going to a Halloween party in Queens with Ryan. Ryan was different than anyone you knew, and the polar opposite of Sonny. He preferred to go out and be on the town, from the conversations you’d had over the past week. He was a social butterfly for lack of a better term, and he was always on the go; always meeting up with someone for something. Ryan didn’t make you feel comfortable, but he also didn’t make you feel uncomfortable. He was neutral. 

Ryan showed up at your apartment, head to toe in the most authentic Sailor’s dress blues you’d ever seen. When you pointed that out, he explained that he was in fact a former Sailor and had been in the Navy for 8 years. Impressive, but Sonny had been in the NYPD for longer than that. You had to force yourself to stop comparing the two. Apples and oranges, you told yourself. 

“You look great,” Ryan commented once you slipped into your costume and appeared in the living room. You blushed as you looked down at your chosen outfit: a gold mermaid tail that sparkled from nearly every angle, a matching bustier with sea shells on the straps, and you’d even taken the time to apply shimmering highlighter to your face to make scales. “A sailor and his siren. I was expecting you to be a sailor, too, but this is much better.” 

“Thanks. You’d be surprised at how long I’ve wanted to be a mermaid,” you said with a small laugh. Despite how dazzling you looked, you knew it was cold outside and you hated the thought of hiding your costume beneath a coat - but you also hated the idea of being sick for the next two weeks. You shrugged a thick pashmina over your shoulders and grabbed your seashell shaped bag before linking your arm with his. “Let’s go before we miss all the fun.” 

Jennifer’s apartment was flooded with people: old friends, new friends, strangers, random passersby. Ryan linked up with his friends as soon as you arrived, and left you to fend for yourself at your encouragement. It wasn’t a bad party, you thought, despite how many people their were. There were several women dressed up as bunnies, men dressed as football players, a few couples doing their own match-y thing like you and Ryan, and of course random horror characters. Those were your favorite. A couple across the room were dressed as characters from Star Wars, which you thought was creative and classy. Much better than your exposed mid-drift. 

“You doin’ ok?” Ryan asked as he made his rounds back to your side. He pulled you to his chest and hugged you for a long moment, which felt odd but you chose to embrace him instead of questioning his motives. He smelled like twenty types of alcohol and had a bit of haze to his eyes. “You look so good, Y/N. I’m glad you came with me.” 

“You’re too sweet,” you replied with a laugh, pulling away to give yourself space. In the midst of your hug, you’d managed to cover his top with your glitter. “I’m glad you invited me. You having fun?”

“Yeaaaaah,” he replied, suppressing a laugh. He was drunk. At least he wasn’t a nasty drunk. “Han Solo keeps looking at you.” 

“What?” 

“Han Solo, like from Star Wars.” 

“Oh.. no, Ryan, that’s Darth Vader. Maybe it’s all of my glitter,” you suggested with a shrug, trying to swipe some of the shimmer from his shirt. 

“Come play beer pong with me,” he insisted, tugging you along towards the table on the other side of the room. He gave you no time to object as you found yourself following behind him in the path that he cleared. When you arrived, several of the guys on the opposing team began a mumble campaign full of inappropriate comments regarding you and your appearance. You were reminded of the many times that Sonny came to your defense, and half-heartedly you’d hoped that Ryan would do the same thing. He didn’t, and instead pulled you to his side, as if he were staking his claim on you. 

You slipped from his embrace and told him you’d be right back, heading for the door. The back of the apartment opened up to an arboretum, where a few people were smoking and conversing. It was so much quieter outside, giving you a chance to clear your head. You pulled your shawl around your shoulders tightly and sat down, flipping your tail out of the way to cross your legs. It didn’t feel right anymore, being there with Ryan, and you figured it wouldn’t feel right with anyone else, either. You frowned, pulling your phone out to idly browse the endless nothing of the internet, hoping the time would pass quickly if you distracted yourself.

After about half an hour, you found that you were alone on the balcony, and though you were freezing, it was much better than being objectified or overwhelmed by the amount of people inside. 

The door opened and you were struck by lights and noises from inside, which quickly disappeared when your friend Darth Vader stepped out and shut the door. It was odd, yes, that you were outside alone, but even more odd that he came out and sat down across from you without saying anything. You chose to keep your eyes down, looking at your phone in the hopes that he’d leave you alone. 

“You okay?” he asked, muffled by the mask on his face. 

You looked up and shrugged. “Sure. Are you?” you replied, narrowing your eyes in an attempt to better see him. No dice. 

He grunted in response and leaned back, crossing his leg so that one ankle rested on the knee of his opposite leg. “Been better.” 

The door opened again and you were somewhat relieved to see Ryan, who pulled you to your feet when he got to you and hugged you, swaying back and forth. “You left me,” he accused. 

“I did. But only to come out here. I didn’t really leave,” you countered and looked up at him. 

He smiled down at you and bombarded you with a classic, drunken kiss. He tasted like fruit punch and vodka, two things you disliked, and.. something else. What was it? 

“Are you high?” you asked, pulling away incredulously. He smelled like weed, and tasted like what you presumed was weed. 

He shrugged and let you go. “A little. No big deal. I’ll be fine to drive you home.” 

You sighed loudly and stepped back, putting distance between your bodies. “It’s fine, Ryan. I’ll get a Lyft. Don’t worry. Where are you staying tonight? You’re not driving home drunk and I’m sure you don’t want to leave your car here.” 

“I dunno yet. I’m gonna go back inside, get something to drink. You comin’?” 

You shook your head. “No, that’s okay. Go have fun.” 

With Ryan back inside, you sat back down and folded your arms in frustration. What a dick. High? Drunk? Offering to take you home? Kissing you and leaving a horrible taste in your mouth? He was absolutely not what you needed in your life. 

Darth Vader left and came back only a few minutes later, sitting beside you and handing you a bottle of water. You tested the top and found the seal unbroken, then squeezed it to see if any water sprouted anywhere. It was a trick Sonny had taught you to make sure that your drink hadn’t been tampered with. 

“Thanks, Anakin,” you said with a smile and opened the bottle to take a sip. 

“You’re welcome, Ariel,” he replied. “How long have you been with your Sailor?” 

You grumbled and rolled your eyes. “We aren’t a thing. How long have you been with Leia? That’s weird, you know? She’s your daughter..” 

He laughed, or so you hoped - it was hard to tell with his mask. “Nah, nah, it’s not like that. She’s a friend of mine, wanted to be here tonight. Just broke up with her girlfriend.” 

“I wish her the best of luck.” 

“How are you getting home?” 

You turned to look at him, only able to see his Vader mask. “Don’t worry about that. I’m fine.” 

“Well, I’m just sayin’ he’s probably not gonna be a safe bet to get home, doll,” Darth Vader retorted. 

“The fuck did you just call me?” you snapped, standing up and stumbling backwards. 

With a heavy sigh, Vader stood up and removed his mask. “I’m sorry, Y/N.” 

You scowled and squeezed your bottle of water, spraying Sonny in the face. “How long were you going to sit here beside me and pretend to give a fuck about me?” You held your hand up to silence him. “No. Don’t even talk to me.” 

“You left me for him?” Sonny howled, pointing into the crowded house in reference to Ryan. 

“I’m not having this conversation with you. You’re an asshole. Just leave me alone, okay?” you shrieked, shoving him backwards and running back into the house. 

“Y/N, WAIT!” he demanded, only to have the door slam in his face. By the time he worked his way through the crowd and out the front door, you were quickly walking down the street towards the nearest subway station. You didn’t care how late it was, or that you were dressed like a mermaid: you wanted to get home. 

Leave it to Sonny Carisi to ruin your night out, you thought, sitting on the subway heading back to Brighton Beach. Darth Vader was officially your least favorite person from the Star Wars universe, which was impressive considering your deep hatred for Jar Jar Binks. Your phone rang and you answered. 

“What?” 

“Where’d you go?” It was Ryan. “I saw you leave. Darth Vader was looking for you. Y’okay?” 

“I’m good. I just wasn’t feeling well, I’m sorry. I’ll call you tomorrow okay? I’m heading home.” 

“Nooo, come baaack,” he whined into the phone. A female voice in the background was giggling, saying his name and telling him how cute he was. 

“Enjoy your time with whoever that is.” You hung up and turned your phone off, tossing it back in your seashell bag. 

Kristin and Alex showed up early in the morning, drunk and loud, waking you up from the slumber you’d fought to slip into. It was four, and you’d slept a collective three hours, but for some reason you couldn’t go back to sleep. You turned your phone back on and waited as your notifications rolled in. Ryan had left you two voicemails and had sent several text messages. It seemed that in his drunken stupor, he had sent you a picture of him and a girl dressed as a nurse, recreating the classic End of the War pose. 

You texted back a thumbs up. What a great guy. 

A number that you didn’t have saved in your phone had texted you. 

9292303577: I’m sorry. I just wanna know you got home okay.

Y/N: Who is this? 

929: You know who this is, Y/N. Just tell me you’re alright. 

Y/N: I’m fine, thank you for your concern. Goodbye. 

Sonny: Stop being so melodramatic and listen to me. Kristin gave me your number. I know you’re her roommate now and I wont invade your privacy but please, talk to me. 

Y/N: It’s 4AM, Sonny. I’m tired, I’m upset, I’m over it. 

Sonny: I’m on the boardwalk. 

Y/N: Good for you. 

Sonny: Stop it. Come meet me. 

Y/N: I’ll give you ten minutes.