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yes-i-write-fanfiction · 1 year ago

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Transformers AU List

I've now gone back and given AU names to old posts. Here's a list of all the AUs in no particular order except for categories along with a short description. It's... very long. Will probably update when I realize I missed something.

Major Change To Cybertronians AUs

Merformers AU - Mermaid AU

Humanformers AU - Human AU

Dragonformers AU- Dragon AU

Demonformers AU - Demon AU

Bugformers AU - Cybertronians are bug people.

Floraformers AU- Cybertronians are plant people

Dinoformers AU - Cybertronians are dinosaurs.

Miniformers AU- Cybertronians are the size of action figures.

Human Daemon AU - Cybertronians have daemons and they look identical to humans

Fusion AU - Bots can fuse like the gems in Steven Universe.

Corrupted AU - Cybertronians can get corrupted similar to the gems from Steven Universe.

Nagaformers AU - There exist bots that are like nagas.

Catformers AU - Cybertronians are cats.

Major Changes To Humans AUs

Quirk AU - Humans have quirks like in BNHA.

Zombie AU - Earth is in the middle of a zombie apocolypse when the bots arrive.

Musical AU - Humans live in a musical, cybertronians don't.

Humans And Cybertronians AUs

Humans Are Cute AU - Cybertronians think humans are super cute.

Humans Are Scary AU - Opposite of Humans Are Cute AU.

Celebrity AU - TFP AU where the cons/bots are discovered by everyday humans and become instant celebrities.

Human Bot Swap AU - The humans are cybertronians and sometimes the cybertronians are humans.

Earth Born Bot AU - There's a community of Earth born bots on Earth that know nothing about Cybertron or the war.

Techno Organic AU - Version of Earth Born Bot AU where the bots are all techno organic with beast alt modes.

Shoulder Angel/Demon AU - Humans have little bots on their shoulders acting as their conscience.

Humanity the Show AU - Humans are a made up race by cybertronians for tv shows and games.

Intergalactic Superstar AU - aliens (aka cybertronians in this case) makes first contact with humanity because they want to see their favorite human singer/band perform.

Character And Story AUs

Long Lost Granddaughter Sari AU - Sari is actually Ratchet's granddaughter.

Earth Raised AU - Canon characters if they were born on Earth instead.

Young Commanders AU - Young, pre-war high command gets time travelled to the current day.

Parental Plight AU - Rung is Overlord's Creator.

Remembered AU - Only Cybertron forgot who Primus aka Rung was, the colonies remembered.

Full Cybertronian Sari AU - Sari is fully a cybertronian

Fully Human Sari AU - Sari is a regular human.

The First Megatron AU - TFA AU where Megatron is kinda like a title passed down every now and then and the current Megatron is just the newest one. The First Megatron shows up because he's pissed about what's happened to the movement he founded.

Peepaw Alpha Trion AU - Smokescreen is Alpha Trion's grandson.

TFA Lost Light AU - Lost Light but in Transformers Animated.

Shadowplayed Orion Pax AU - TFA AU where Optimus is Orion Pax but was shadowplayed into forgetting his past

Monarch AU - Bumblebee is Megatron's grandson. Monarch is the name of his Creator (aka Megatron's child). His other Creator is an insecticon named Elytra.

Bee the Insection AU - Bumblebee is half insecticon (can be part of Monarch AU).

Uncle Magnus AU - Ultra Magnus adopted Bumblebee (can be part of Monarch AU).

Feral Baby Soundwave AU - Soundwave is turned into a sparkling and he's a menace.

Mama Blackarachnia AU - Blackarachnia found Sari's protoform and Sari is now a mini-Blackarachnia.

Lockdown Dad AU - Lockdown found Sari's protoform and became her dad.

World Jumping AU - At the end of MTMTE/Lost Light, the Lost Light jumps to different worlds and the crew changes form depending on the universe.

TFA Spider Couple AU - Both Elita One and Sentinel got transformed on Arache 7, into Blackarachnia and Silverbolt respectively.

Inkling Miko AU - Miko is an inkling (from the game Splatoon).

Psychiatrist Cody AU - Cody is hired to rehabilitate the decepticons (crack AU)

Sparkeater Optimus AU - Optimus is a secret sparkeater.

Primus Custodes AU - Pre-war AU where Primus aka Rung's 10000 something demigod bodyguards gets travels in time to find him.

Singer Cyclonus AU - Pre-war AU where Cyclonus forges a new identity and becomes a singer at a bar, with Tailgate being his biggest fan

Spider OP AU - Optimus was the one that turned into a techno organic instead of Elita One.

Tiny Tarn AU - Tarn is a load-bearer similar to Minimus and is actually a minibot wearing a armor.

Megatron the Autobot AU - Megatron early on realized the decepticons were becoming bad so he became an autobot. The war still happened.

TFA Minimus 4ever Magnus AU - All prior Magnuses have been Minimus Ambus, just wearing different armor.

Anti-Prime Cliffjumper AU - Cliffjumper is the son of Unicron

Eldritch Tarantulas AU - Tarantulas is an eldritch horror.

Primus and Rung BFFS AU - Rung is not Primus but Primus head priest/best friend.

Minibot Cyclonus AU - What it says, Cyclonus is a minibot.

Lost Son AU - Getaway finds out Megatron is his dad.

Vehicon Cliffjumper AU - After Cliffjumper's death he possesses the body of a vehicon.

Baby Waspinator AU - Blackarachnia's experiment turns Wasp into an adorable baby Waspinator.

Truthful Getaway AU - Getaway has the same condition as Flywheels and can't lie.

Bitter Orion AU - Orion wanted the Senate to die.

Time Loop AU - Bumblebee (or other bot) is stuck in a time loop.

Reborn Yoketron AU - Yoketron is reborn on Earth.

Empurata Bumblebee - Because of Bumblebee's false allegation of Wasp being a decepticon, he's made empurata.

Matriarch Spider AU - The spider that transformed Elita was a spider matriarch, making Blackarachnia much larger and more powerful.

Daycare AU - The bots and cons are in daycare, no war.

Anodite Bumblebee AU - Bumblebee is an Anodite (from Ben 10).

Cassette Minimus Ambus AU - Minimus goes undercover as a con and gets basically adopted by Soundwave.

TFA True Prime AU - Optimus becomes a true Prime (one with a Matrix).

TFA Mega-smol AU - Megatron is a minibot, shorter than Bumblebee.

Primus Is Among Us - Pre-war functionists find out Rung is Primus.

Borrowed Time AU - Blackarachnia's lifespan is greatly reduced because she's a techno organic.

Mysterious Stranger AU - Rung is not completely forgotten by everyone, just his appearance. All cybertronians have at some point met him but they can't remember what he looks like.

Living Planet AU - TFA AU where the Allspark crashed into a planet made out of solid metal and effectively created Cybertron 2.0.

Survivor AU - TFA AU where Elita One did not become Blackarachnia and escaped the planet, only to return to Cybertron and find out Optimus got all the blame for her supposed death.

Amnesiac Orion Pax AU - Optimus stayed behind with Elita on Archa 7 and while she got turned into Blackarachnia, he got amnesia.

Too Far AU - Pre-war AU where the Senate performed shadowplay on Megatron's s/o and this caused Megatron to finally snap.

Ratchet the Prime AU - Ratchet becomes Prime.

Cityspeaker Sari AU - Sari becomes a cityspeaker.

Megatron the Vehicon AU - Megatron is a vehicon that simply modded himself to look like a bot.

Mama Overlord AU - TFA Overlord is Optimus' Creator

Smokescreen the Prime AU - Smokescreen became the next Prime.

Uncle Magnus AU - Ultra Magnus adopted Bumblebee (can be part of Monarch AU).

Minicon Overlord AU - Overlord was forged as a minibot but was subjected to experiments that made him who he is now. He also has a minicon son named Click.

Spider Sentinel AU - Sentinel was the one to turn into Blackarachnia.

Crossover AUs

Hollow Spark AU - After Rung dies making the Matrices, he's reborn in Hallownest.

TFA/ROTTMNT Crossover AU - Lou Jitsu gets magically transported to Cybertron and transformed into a cybertronian.

One Punch Man AU - There's a cybertronian version of One Punch Man.

Death AU - Death is an actual figure and appears before cybertronians when they die or when lots of death happens. Based on Death from Puss In Boots 2.

Dracula AU - Megatron (or some other bot) is Dracula.

The Owl House AU - Humans have magic like in The Owl House.

TGWDLM AU - Transformers meets the plot of The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals.

Gen:Lock AU - Crossover with Gen:Lock.

SCP AU - Transformers meets SCP.

Doom Guy AU - The Doom Slayer is a cybertronian, Bumblebee is often his grandson.

Misc. AUs

Greek God AU - Bots are different greek gods.

#au list #transformers

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katanadepapel · 2 years ago

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ROTTMNT OC-Naomi Mendes (Redesign)

You read that right, it's a redesign by Naomi Mendes, I even decided to change where her prosthesis would be, but it's brand new not only in design but in story, but this is just her appearance in Rottmnt, I will make an appearance for her in all versions of TMNT, 1987, 2003, 2012, the movies the actresses who could play her if she was real from the serie (but the prosthesis will be in the same place)

❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗

I HAVE NEWS! I will be writing stories and fanfictions on Wattpad, not only Rottmnt but also Tmnt 2012 and Sonic(related to my character Summer Samy, my old page in the DeviantArt will have your link in the comments)

•But that's all I have to say, here's the biography ⬇️

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~Her bio:~

•F̳u̳l̳l̳ ̳n̳a̳m̳e̳: Naomi Caroline Mendes

•N̳i̳c̳k̳n̳a̳m̳e̳s̳:̳

Nami - Donnie, Raph, Casey Jr

Mimi - Mikey and Tommy

Nay Nay - April, Sunita and Casandra

Sirena - Leo

Noemi- Splinter, Draxum, Big mama and etc...

•A̳g̳e̳: 16 y-o on the serie/ 18 y-o on

the ROTTMNT Movie.

•D̳a̳t̳e̳ ̳o̳f̳ ̳b̳i̳r̳t̳h̳:̳(21/01/2003)

•S̳i̳g̳n̳:̳ Aquarium

•S̳p̳e̳c̳i̳e̳s̳:̳ Human

•G̳e̳n̳d̳e̳r̳:̳ Female

•N̳a̳c̳i̳o̳n̳a̳l̳i̳t̳y̳:̳ Brazil 🇧🇷

•F̳a̳m̳i̳l̳y̳:̳

-Miguel Mendes (Father)

-Debore Caroline Lima (deceased mother)

-Aghata Marble (Stepmother)

-Tommy(Half little brother)

-Carol 'O Neil (Aunt)

-Kirby O 'Neil(Uncle)

-April O'Neil (Step cousin)

•P̳e̳r̳s̳o̳n̳a̳l̳i̳t̳y̳:̳

^Quality- Wise, intelligent, sincere, courageous, creative and eccentric.

^Defects- Stubborn, unpredictable, distracted, headstrong, sincere.

L̳o̳v̳e̳s̳ ̳i̳n̳t̳e̳r̳e̳s̳t̳:̳ Leo

•F̳r̳i̳e̳n̳d̳s̳ ̳: Mikey, Donnie, Raph, April, Sunita, Splinter, Draxum, Todd, Frank, Casey Jr, Cassandra, Senõr Hueso, Capitan Piel, BullHop, Piebald, Dale, DIGG, Hamato Karai, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.

•E̳n̳e̳m̳i̳e̳s̳: Draxum(antes), Foot Clan, Kendra, Purple Dragons, Hypno, Repo Mantis, Warren Stone, Kraangs, Meat Sweat, Cassandra(antes), Destruidor, Foot Brute, Foot Lieutenant, Big Mama, Alberto, Ghostbear, Kristoffer Van Bradford, Gus.

•L̳i̳k̳e̳s̳: Football, Swimming, math, drawing comics, comics, superheroes, aliens, advice, listening to music, learning new things, video games, online games, practice sports and martial arts, authentic clothing.

•D̳i̳s̳l̳i̳k̳e̳s̳ ̳: Mosquitoes, too little milk in cereal, wash the dishes, xenophobia, the messy state of her hair when she wakes up, bad movies, pink, tight clothes, and lack of freedom.

•W̳e̳a̳p̳o̳n̳s̳/̳S̳k̳i̳l̳l̳s̳:

-Karate

-Ninjutsu

-Boomerang (weapon of choice)

-Hamato ninpō

-Parkour

-Flexibility

•F̳e̳a̳r̳s̳: Aichmophobia (fear of needles or injections), Hematophobia (fear of blood) and

•P̳r̳e̳f̳e̳r̳r̳e̳d̳ ̳m̳u̳s̳i̳c̳ ̳s̳t̳y̳l̳e̳:̳ Punk Rock e Reggaeton

•P̳r̳e̳f̳e̳r̳r̳e̳d̳ ̳m̳y̳s̳t̳i̳c̳a̳l̳ ̳s̳p̳e̳c̳i̳e̳s̳:̳ mermaid

•F̳a̳v̳o̳r̳i̳t̳e̳ ̳c̳o̳l̳o̳r̳: blue, purple, emerald green and black.

•F̳a̳v̳o̳r̳i̳t̳e̳ ̳f̳o̳o̳d̳: Spicy food, chocolate cake and Coca cola.

V̳o̳i̳c̳e̳ ̳a̳c̳t̳o̳r̳:̳

Rottmnt '

🇺🇲 Tara Strong

🇧🇷 Aline Guioli

F̳i̳r̳s̳t̳ ̳a̳p̳p̳e̳a̳r̳a̳n̳c̳e̳:̳ Mystic Mayhem

•C̳u̳r̳i̳o̳s̳i̳t̳i̳e̳s̳:

* Naomi when she's furious turns red and fluffy (at least that's what Leo and Mikey say)

*Naomi loves soccer, but has literally taken a lot of balls in the face.

*Nami runs pretty fast, even though she has one leg less and a prosthesis in place.

*Naomi draws a lot with Mikey, or models for him.

*She is from Rio de Janeiro, born and raised in Rio de Janeiro until she was 14 years old.

*Naomi is a very good swimmer.

*Mikey likes to touch Naomi's hair, Raph likes to train with Naomi, Donnie enjoys his science attention from Naomi and Leo is very jealous of this.

*Naomi sings karaoke with Sunita.

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise leo #rottmnt leonardo #oc character #rise april #rottmnt leo #rottmnt oc #my oc tag #Naomi Mendes #rise oc #rottmnt ocs #oc #my redesign #digital art #biography

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thiswasinevitableid · 4 years ago

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17 chosen and 20 lunar for Indruck, nsfw, please!

Here you go!

Lieutenants Log, stardate 10015, Joseph Stern recording

We’ve finally arrived at an agreement with the Aquariads, the species who control this moon. They will allow our research team unfettered access to the planet, but at an odd price. They requested one of our crew agree to be married off to a high ranking member of their governing council.

I suspect, but cannot prove, that this is not a desirable being to be married to. He’s a revered seer, and yet they’re willing to couple him to a human and not one of their own? Suspicious.

Myself and the other single members of the crew were all given extensive questionnaires on everything from our sexual preferences to our daily habits. It took me a good hour and a half to finish it.

After a full earth day of waiting, we received word that chief astrobotanist Duck Newton was the chosen human. I have no idea how this happened, as Duck has little tolerance for what he views as “woo-woo” things like precognition. But he was chosen all the same.

Because this is Duck, he grumbled a bit, but cheered up when he learned he would only be required to stay with his new husband for three weeks before joining us on our field word, and that we can send him specimens for identification and research. If we decide Aquaria is the planet we’ve been looking for and establish more permanent research stations here, Duck will be expected to spend at least a few days a month with the seer. Mama made it clear that if the idea was truly not something he could agree to, she would call the deal off and we could try another approach. Duck said that wouldn’t be necessary, and that he could think of far worse things they could have asked of us.

We deposit him at the seers home tomorrow. After that, we begin our exploration of Aquaria, fourth moon of the plant Oceana and (hopefully) the home of the antidote we’ve been searching for.

Joseph Stern, Lieutenant on the spaceship Amnesty, signing off.

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Duck waves to the skiff as it pulls away, his planetside bag slung over his shoulder. There’s only one way to go; down the single stone levee, decorated with beautiful tiles, to the massive mansion at the end.

It reminds him of the photos of Venice he’s seen in old National Geographics, beautiful buildings floating atop a planet of water. He knows Aquaria has islands, but the majority of it’s cities are on or near the water because most of its residents live beneath the waves. They remind Duck of mermaids, with scaled tails and fins giving way to humanoid upper bodies and faces. As far as creatures to get politically married off to, he could be staring down worse.

There’s still the problem of not knowing why this mer is off by himself and without a partner. Or, as becomes obvious once Duck is inside, any company at all. The other high-ranking aquariads they’ve met come with miles of attendants; here there’s only the high, curved ceilings and rippling water. Maybe the guy is shy? Or maybe he’s a dick? Or just real fucking scary to look at?

As he walks further into the house, he notices the tiled walls are covered in striking murals that, when coupled with the odd half-light allowed in by the green glass windows, makes him feel as though he’s wandering through a dream. The pools and canals criss-cross the floor, and really the ground is more water than concrete, the fact he’s able to walk at all is a concession to the fact some aquariads evolved to be land dwelling.

A splash makes him turn, and in the pool to his right a black fin cuts the water. He steels himself to not insult the alien he’s now legally attached to. The figure rises from the water, setting his arms on the edge of the stony floor and Duck steps back as a wide, toothy smile appears in an angular face.

“Hello, Duck Newton.” His tail is the same black as his fin, and his silver hair is tucked behind ears of the same color, which Duck has learned can fan out as a way of communicating.

“Uh, hi. You must be-”

“Indrid Cold, yes. Apologies, a peril of my profession is that I will always be a little bit ahead.”

“Right. So, uh, guess we’re gonna be seein a lot of each other the next couple of weeks.” He aims for a joking, nonchalant tone.

“Yes, as we’re married.” He cocks his head, confused, then grins brighter, “Oh, oh I see, you are attempting levity because this is all very awkward. I, ah, I appreciate that. Here, let me show you where you’ll be staying” Indrid pushes off the wall, swimming gracefully on his back as Duck follows him down the hall. The center of the house has more skylights, allowing him to see that his host’s fins aren’t pure black; small silver and white dots are scattered across it. He wonders if he could find constellations in them.

“Here we are.” Indrid gestures to a room, one where the only water is in the form of two deep blue half-circles on the left and right walls. The center of the room is a large bed, linens gleaming whites and pale greens, and the skylight nestles against a chandelier of finely detailed rosey glass.

“Holy shit.” Duck sets his bag down on a trunk near the door.

“Do you like it?” A flash of yellow up Indrid’s fin, echoed in the dots on his tail.

“I mean, anythin looks ritzy after months on a spaceship but” he turns, smiles, “yeah, I do. Thanks for giving me such nice digs.”

“You are most welcome. Now, this room is designed to give guests privacy. See that red panel on the wall? If you press it, it opens the pool on that side up to the rest of the house, allowing myself or servants to come in and help you.”

“So you do have staff.”

“They’re, ah, more like errand folk. None live here.” Indrid clears his throat, “I can show you the rest of the house, although if you need to sleep I can let you be. I am, ah, not entirely clear on where your internal clock sits now.”

“Aquaria’s days are about four days longer than earth’s, so I ain’t too thrown off. Happy to see more of the place.”

Indrid nods, and Duck follows him out of the bedroom. Most of the other rooms they pass are sparse squares of walkways and still water, under which lies the parts of the house Indrid uses. When they reach Indrid’s quarters, he spots what looks to be an artists’ studio under the clear blue water.

“You paint?” He kneels and peers down for a better look, Indrid bobbing nearby.

“Indeed. Art helps me make sense of my visions, and I enjoy it besides. In fact, all the murals you see in this house are my doing. There are even more under water.”

“Damn, that’s fuckin incredible. If I get my SCUBA gear rigged up, maybe I can get a tour?”

“Scu--oh, yes, an underwater breathing apparatus. We have a much smaller device that can help you breathe and sea down here” he dips his head at the pool, “unfortunately, the one I commissioned for you will not arrive until close to the end of your stay. They, ah, did not give me much time to prepare. Hence the lack of many comforts I might otherwise give, as well as places for you to and I to talk, eat or do, ah, other activities together.” The yellow intermittently flashing up his fin gives way to a burst of pink.

Oh, right. Duck pulls up his infopad (given a generous waterproofing treatment prior to his leaving Amnesty) and opens the contract he signed.

“Yeah. About that. Says here they expect us to, uh, ‘consummate’ the marriage.”

“I’m aware” Indrid’s voice creeps up.

“Do you...wanna do that now?” He spins a finger in the water.

“I, ah, I beg your pardon?”

“I mean, seems like we could just get it outta the way, rather than have the fact we gotta fuck someone we didn’t pick hangin over our heads?”

“This...this is not at all how I wanted this to go.”

Duck looks up and immediately wishes he could reverse time; Indrid looks genuinely hurt, ears flicked back like a scolded dog.

“Duck I, ah, well, you did not choose me, that is true. But I chose you.”

“Well, fuck.” He sits down with a heavy sigh, “figured some big wigs used those surveys to pick me out. Guess what they say about assumin things is true.”

“.....”

“It makes an ass outta you and me?”

Indrid blinks, then snickers, “Your humor is part of why I chose you. It is very bad, but also extremely good.”

“Glad you think so. Pretty sure Mama was ready to blow me out the airlock for some of the ones I made on the way here.” He knows he’s dodging the conversation they should be having, but how the fuck is he supposed to respond when an alien mermaid tells him he picked him to be his husband?

Indrid swims over so he can rest his arms and chin on the stone, glancing shyly up at Duck as he says, “I suppose I also made an ass of myself, as you would say, by assuming you would not see this as an obligation.”

“I mean, even if you chose me, don’t this feel like an obligation to you?”

“No. For me, it is a reminder that most of my kind are too afraid of me to even give me a chance to court them. And that the council thinks I will get into too much trouble without someone to distract me now and then, and decides the company I am worthy of is an alien explorer with no interest in me.”

“I mean, the only reason we agreed to this is because there might be a plant on Aquaria that can treat the illness runnin rampant back home. So at least it’s for a good cause?”

Indrid flicks his ears, red running up his fin, “What you are doing is noble. What I am doing is being used as a way to keep your exploration team in line.”

Duck winces, “Fuck, I’m, uh, I’m just gonna stop talkin now.”

For an agonizing five minutes they sit there in silence, contemplating their situation and stealing glances at each other. Duck always tried to do the right thing, tried to live an honest life and treat the people in it with respect. He’s been kind and polite to beings up and down the galaxy. He can extend some of that to his own husband, can’t he?

“Indrid?”

The alien raises his head.

“Can we start over?”

“Yes. But I do not see how-”

Duck holds out his hand, “Name’s Duck. Thanks for invitin me in and lookin after me the few weeks.”

Indrid’s smile widens as he understands the game, and he takes the human’s hand, “A pleasure to meet you. I am Indrid, seer to the court of Aquaria, and your anxious husband in spite of the now-changing, much more pleasant futures.”

They finish their tour, the humid air less stifling in the wake of their confessions. Indrid shows him the kitchen, the sitting room, and the gardens which, to Duck’s delight, are as much above the water as below.

After that, Indrid excuses himself to attend to seer duties and Duck goes back to his room to unpack. As he’s putting away his toothbrush and razor near a large, elaborate tub carved from golden stone, one of Indrid’s admissions from earlier floats through his mind, bobbing there like a buoy until he gets a chance to ask it.

When they’re in the gardens, Duck taking notes as Indrid dives and surfaces with new things to show him, the human slips his feet into the water and says, “Indrid? You said my offerin to fuck you wasn’t what you wanted. What, uh, what did you want?”

The alien blinks, slowly, pink and teal flashing in his tail, “It is a bit silly in retrospect, but since I knew we would not have time for a proper human marriage courtship, I thought I could mimic the process leading to a one night stand; that way you would be romanced in a manner that made you both comfortable with me and the concept of sex with a relative stranger.”

Duck chuckles, “Always wild to find out how human stuff gets interpreted by the rest of the galaxy. How’d you even come up with what you were gonna do?”

Indrid crosses his arms, mock affronted, “I will have you know I have seen a great deal of human media, courtesy of our minister of defense.”

“Oh yeah?” Duck shifts onto his stomach, sends a small splash Indrid’s way, “what was this night gonna involve, then?”

“Food, dim and therefore, apparently, romantic lighting, dancing to sensual music, and then hopefully some kissing.” The pink in his tail intensifies, “and then working out exactly how to have sex human.”

The mixture of enthusiasm and being utterly out of his element charms Duck to no end; not to mention it’s the most thought someone’s put into a hook-up with him in the last three years.

“Seems to me you got the gist of it. Though I really wanna know what you picked out for ‘sensual music.’”

A playful glint enters Indrid’s glowing eyes, “I will show you, but we must go through the whole evening, otherwise it will seem like a disjointed choice. With, ah, with the understanding that you are not obligated to kiss me at the end.

“You got a deal.”

“Wonderful” Indrid claps his hands together, “wait right here.”

Indrid disappears in a whoosh of black and silver. When he returns, he hoists six opaque domes onto the floor in front of Duck, “I initially planned to eat in the sitting room, but you like this room much better, so we can have dinner here.” With that, he double-taps the top of each dome, revealing a confusing buffet.

“Uh, are those french fries?”

“Yes. You are from the United States of America, and so I chose foods that would make you feel at home.” Indrid points to each plate in turn, “french fries, steak, a turkey with cranberries, lobster, macaroni with cheese, and an apple pie.”

The pie is covered with an odd, yellow meringue, the turkey is the size of a quail, and the black shell suggests this is not a kind of lobster he’s eaten before, but Duck can’t stop smiling.

“Also I took care to be sure none of the necessary substitutions were poisonous to you.”

“Thanks, Indrid.” He means it; in their travels they’ve learned it’s not only humans who think everyone lives and eats exactly the way they do.

Everything except the french fries tastes strange but he finds the meal, like it’s orchestrator, intriguing in it’s oddity. Indrid brings two cool, white bottles from below, offers Duck tastes of each. One is like the celery soda he drank on a dare, the other like root beer if it wasn’t gross. He keeps the second one next to him as the meal progresses, Indrid asking him all kinds of questions about botany and himself. When dinner is over, Indrid guides him two rooms over, grinning excitedly.

“I will start the music; one moment.”

A few seconds after he dives, a chrome cylinder descends from the ceiling and music fills the air.

Ninety-nine red balloons

Floating in the summer sky

Panic bells, it's red alert!

There's something here from somewhere else!

He giggles, sits down so it’s easier to call, “Indrid? Not sure you got the right song bud.”

A silver-haired head pops up, “Not romantic?”

“Nope.”

“Hmmmm” He lifts a small, white rectangle and the song changes.

He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way

He had a boogie style that no one else could play

He was the top man at his craft

But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft

He's in the army now, a blowin' reveille

He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B

“N-not quite” The laugh is stronger now.

“Drat. How about….”

I threw a wish in the well, don't ask me, I'll never tell

I looked to you as it fell and now you're in my way

Indrid looks hopefully at him.

“Ain’t what I’d call sensual, but you’d hear it at the kind of place you’d pick up a date.”

The alien beams, starts shifting back and forth to the beat, “shall we dance?”

Duck blushes, pretends he doesn’t know why, “Uh, probably should have said this earlier, but I ain’t much of a dancer.”

Indrid swims to him, stopping close enough that Duck can see the lines on his face that reveal they’re close in age, “That’s alright. Sometimes conversing while having a drink is acceptable behavior, correct?”

“Yeah.” Duck doesn’t bother to hide how intently he’s watching as Indrid dives, his form elegant and ethereal beneath the water.

They sit sipping a hard cider that tastes of papaya and flowers instead of apples until the three other moons glow bright in the skylight. Duck yawns, and excuses himself for the night.

“Thanks for a great evenin, Indrid.”

“You are most welcome. A pity I could not make the music work.”

He’s here for another three weeks at least. And Indrid is floating through the darkening water like a dream he’s tempted to chase.

“Guess you’ll just have to try again.” Duck winks.

Indrid’s ears frill slightly and he flashes bright purple, “Yes, my dear husband, I suppose I will.”

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Duck’s routine is not the one he usually has while docked on a planet. Every day for the last week, he wakes up, joins Indrid for a leisurely swim, works on his research, and then spends his evening with a weirdly cute alien trying to accurately recreate the earth dating experience for him.

The second night, he asked if Indrid would bring him some of his favorites for their next meal. The steamed coconut crab was a hit. The mantis-squid served still swimming, less so. From then on, when Indrid put in his food orders to the cooks at the main court, it was for a mixture of earth and Aquariad dishes, each one leading him or Indrid to share an anecdote from their time on their home planet.

For the last two nights, he’s lifted the partitions on the pools in his room so Indrid can talk with him until neither of them can keep their eyes open. He wonders if it would be rude to ask him to stay, to sleep in such a small space just so he could be the first thing Duck sees when he wakes up.

There must be floating beds he could put in Indrid’s room, or maybe a hammock he could hang in the garden.

Duck now understands that Indrid’s powers make him politically valuable, but also mean his fellow residents of the lunar city see him as dangerous, as knowing things they’d rather keep secret. Duck understands, especially if their only time encountering the seer is when he glides his formidable, dark body from the depths of his inner sanctum. But all he can see is his Indrid, awkward and well-meaning, whose fear of Duck disliking him has given way to genuine affection. His Indrid, who now pulls himself up onto the stones so they can sit shoulder to shoulder after breakfast or before dinner, whose tail Duck’s fingers beg to caress.

His Indrid who is, at this moment, continuing his losing battle with earth music.

“How about this?”

Danke schoen, darling, danke schoen

Thank you for all the joy and pain

“Oh fuck no” Duck guffaws, “anything but him, ‘Drid, he’s a boner killer if there ever was one.”

“I don’t think he’s that bad, but I will be speaking to Vincent about his human music suggestions.”

“For the love of god, turn it off.” Duck flails for the remote.

Indrid sticks out his tongue, “Very well, but I am this close to pulling you down here and seeing if you can do any better.”

“You wouldn’t dare” Duck is still laughing, eyes closing as he does, which means he gets only a splash of warning before he’s yanked into the pool. He comes up giggling and spluttering, “now, is that any way to treat your husband?”

Indrid’s laugh is a siren song, “No, I suppose not.” The music clicks off as Indrid steadies him by curving his tail behind his legs, “how should I treat you instead?”

Duck drapes his arms over Indrid’s shoulders, “You been treatin me pretty damn well, dunkin me aside.”

A flicker of pink and yellow as Indrid rubs their cheeks together, “And if I wanted to be even better?”

“I, uh, I mean if you wanted to we could tryYYYYohfuck” he hunches forward as Indrid’s tail drags across his dick. The clothing on Aquaria is thin, so he can feel the cool scales tease his skin.

“Oh, oh dear, apologies, I was only trying to embrace you further, I forgot yours do not stay concealed until they’re needed.”

“You, you keep doin that and it’s gonna be needed real quick.”

“Oh?” red eyes narrow wickedly, “does my sweet husband need attending to?” Another drag of his tail, much more deliberate, and Duck grinds his hips in reply.

“Only if you want to.”

“I do, so very badly.” Indrid nuzzles his nose, “may I take a little while to acquaint myself with your wonderful body?”

“Uh huh.” Duck tugs his shirt off, throwing it onto the land and then giving his shorts the same treatment.

“Ohhhhhhyes.” Indrid purrs, fins and tails shimmering purple and gold. Then he sinks down, swimming in a slow, tight circle around the human. Pleased chirps and trills bubble up to Duck’s ears. Cool fingers play along his legs and belly, eventually finding his dick and offering an experimental stroke.

“Fuck” he groans, and Indrid does it again, kissing his navel as both hands rub and tease his dick and folds. Indrid is clearly experimenting, maybe even using his visions to guide him, and Duck eagerness to get off succumbs to just how fucking hot it is to have a partner this enrapt by his body, to have them explore it like some awe-inspiring landscape.

He spreads his hands out and runs them along Indrid’s torso and tail; the scales are just as wonderful under his fingers as he hoped, and he can feel Indrid sigh happily as he pets him.

Then lips close around his dick and he makes a series of undignified noises, digging one hand into Indrid’s hair to encourage him.

“Ohmyfuckinchrist, Indrid, yes, fuck please keep suckin like that.”

Indrid wiggles his whole body in response, happy trill underscored by a firmer suck. Duck can’t get enough of his body beneath his hands, of his mouth on Duck’s skin, and he wonders if someone can black out from how good a blowjob feels.

Indrid’s fin breaks the water and Duck runs an appreciative thumb along the top. Funny, there’s a little depression between it and the membrane of the fin. Curious, he drags his pinky along it.

The alien bursts upwards with a loud chirp of joy, “Ohgoodness, yes, oh that feels nice please do it again.”

“Yeah? My cute, needy husband need me to play with his fins to get off.”

“Not, not technically by my gods does he want you to.”

“Don’t worry darlin, I will--uh, ‘Drid? Is, is that your dick?”

Indrid follows his gaze to the thick, bumpy shaft emerging from his tail, it’s tip crowned with short, searching tendrils.

“Yes. Also an ovipositor, hence those lumps.”

“Holyfuck. Uh, I, I ain’t sure I’m ready for that yet.”

“That’s perfectly alright. Though it does mean my cock is not going into you tonight; I’m not sure I can control my bodily responses enough to avoid ovipositing accidentally.”

“Lots of others things we can do.” Duck bites the tip of one ear, making the other flare out.

“Indeed. I say we start with this.” Indrid’s tail encircles his waist just as Indrid shoves his cock between his thighs.

“Like, like the way you think sugar. Fuuuck, fuck that’s good.” The bumps from the eggs have just the right amount of give as he humps them, Indrid matching his tempo with his thrusts. He keeps his arms around his husbands neck, kissing him furiously. Indrid kisses back with a chirp, gold flashing in his scales, and Duck knows he won’t want to kiss anyone else for a long, long time.

The tip of Indrid’s cock bumps his ass and he groans at what that suggests about it’s size.

“I’m, I’m takin this fuckin perfect thing all the way before I go.” He bucks his hips harder to make his point, “gonna let you fuck me open on it, fill me up, wanna know what it’s like to cum with you inside me.”

“Oh gods” Indrid whimpers, hiding his face in Ducks neck as he squeezes his thighs together.

“And, and you’re gonna be a dutiful fuckin husband and fill me however I say, ain’t you?”

“Yes, yesofcourse, goodness Duck I, I’m-”

“Heh, you like that, mr high and mighty seer likes bein bossed around. Well, lucky you, because now that I know just how fuckin good you are at fuckin me, gonna have you doin it ever, fuckin, day.” He jerks his hips hard, three times, and Indric cums with a cry, cock pulsing as he sinks his teeth into Ducks shoulder. Duck doesn’t let up, chases his orgasm over the bumps and ridges until he nearly whites out with pleasure, clinging to Indrid tighter as his body gives up on supporting him.

After his cock retracts Indrid, still holding Duck up with ease, swims to the button that orders a cleaning cycle on the pool and deposits the human back on the stone.

“I dearly hope your team finds what you need on this planet so that I may see you beyond these few weeks.”

“Sex was that good?” Duck teases, petting Indrid’s hair as he lays his head in his lap.

“No. Or, well, yes, but more than that you are so, so very wonderful. I wish to get to know you more, to show you even more of my world and my skill in bed.”

Duck kisses the top of his head, “I hope so too.”

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Communication log between leader of Amnesty Mission at Astrobotanist Duck Newton.

Mama: Got some promising leads. Will be back to pick you up in three days.

Duck: Glad to hear it. But take your time, no need to rush only my account.

#Indruck #indrid cold/duck newton #mermay fills #alien au #terato

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sophfic27 · 5 years ago

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Questions (Have You Ever Wanted to be a Fly on the Wall?)

Summary: By now, you probably know the drill (his name is Bill), on their tenth birthday, the first words a person’s soulmate will say to them appears somewhere on their body. The word "hello" is one of the most common phrases in the world, so when Roman ends up with it on his wrist he decides to get creative. Everyone he meets who greets him with a "hello" he asks them a question. And he'll keep doing this until it's on someone's arm. This is literally my first ever fanfiction that I've finished and posted, so here's hoping you like it.

Pairings: Prinxiety, Logicality (background-ish), Dukeceit (background)

Word Count: 2870

Warnings: One instance of an F bomb, I think that’s it, let me know if it’s not

Notes: I got the idea to write this after scrolling through soulmate POVs on TikTok with my sister for fun. We discussed how one could solve the problem of having a really common phrase, and she said "I'd just ask weird questions, because I'm really good at that." So I decided to write this. Most of the questions Roman asks in this I stole from my sister, because, yes, she really does randomly ask these wackadoo questions unprompted. She's great. Enjoy.

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If anyone was going to describe Roman as anything, it was fanciful. Of course most kids were excited by the prospect of getting their soulmark and meeting their soulmate, but Roman had very big plans for how he was going to meet his soulmate. He grew up with Disney movies telling stories of soulmates and star-crossed lovers and found himself mesmerized by the power of soulmates. The lovely tale of the Little Mermaid, and Ariel trying to somehow convey to the prince that he was her soulmate when she had no voice. The story of Aladdin doing all he could to survive and be worthy of his princess soulmate. When he was eight, he saw Anastasia, a story of soulmates who met before their words appeared. When she lost her memory, she couldn’t have known the boy who saved her was her soulmate, and he knew but thought that she must have died until fate brought them together again. Roman was amazed. With only two years until his words appeared, he fantasized about all the ways he would meet and woo his soulmate, what unique phrase would change his life forever. Maybe he already knew his soulmate and just didn’t know it was them! Roman counted the days until he got his words with impatient anticipation.

Roman was younger than his twin, Remus by seventeen minutes exactly. So there they were, huddling on the bottom bunk with flashlights at 3:11 am only two minutes left until Remus is exactly 10 years old and he receives his soulmark. “It’s going to be something really lame, like ‘you’re annoying’ or something,” Roman insisted. Having grown up with Remus, he found it hard to think he could even have a soulmate, but they both knew he was just giving him a hard time. “Nuh-uh,” Remus squawked in a mocking tone. “Yuh-huh,” came Roman’s equally childish reply. “NUH-UH!” “Shut up, or Mom and Dad will yell at us again!” Roman socked his twin with a pillow. He tapped the screen of the tablet they had snuck into their room from the living room. 3:12:31. They’d been checking the time obsessively, but now there was only half a minute left. They exchanged a sort of giddy look as the clock ticked closer and closer. “10, 9, 8” Remus started to count as the time came upon them. Roman joined quickly, “7, 6, 5, 4.” “3.” “2.” “1.”

They watched as two words drew themselves onto Remus’s wrist: “Um, wow.” The twins blinked at the words for a minute, until Roman broke the silence, “nice going, doofus, you’re going to weird out your soulmate immediately.” “You don’t know that! Maybe it's a good ‘um, wow,’” Remus protested. “How would that be good? ‘Um, wow, you’re so handsome, ooooh,’” Roman made a mocking kissy-face and was promptly knocked over by another projectile pillow. He laughed, “face it, you’re a weirdo, ‘um, wow’ is not a good thing.” The door swung open with a whoosh and their mother stood there, staring at them. Roman covered the tablet with a pillow to hide the stolen device, and Remus scrambled off of the bunk. “I told you boys NOT to stay up like this,” Carla snapped. Her hair was up in curlers and she had hastily pulled a bathrobe over her pajamas. “But, Mama, our soulmates!” Roman whined. “Yeah, I got my words,” Remus waved his arm around even though the light was too dim for their mother to read the words and she was too tired to humor them. “That’s nice, Remus, but I told you, Papa and I have to work tomorrow, you can’t be keeping us up like this, I told you we’d look at your words in the morning,” she rubbed her eyes, still bleary from the sleep she wanted desperately to return to. “But it is morning!” Roman cried indignantly. Carla fixed her son with a pointed glare and he looked down and climbed under his sheets. Carla sighed, “thank you. Now, you can tell me what your words are in the morning when Papa is awake, but right now I need you, boys, to go to sleep, okay?” “Okay, Mama,” the twins replied in unison. Remus climbed back up to his bunk and got under his covers. Carla nodded and departed the room for her own, her slippers making light scuff sounds down the hall. As soon as the door clicked closed at the end of the hall, Remus poked his head over the edge of his bunk and looked down at his twin, “how much time is left?” he whispered. Roman uncovered the tablet and woke the screen, “ten minutes,” he whispered back. The next ten minutes crawled by painfully slow. Roman lost track of whatever his brother was saying as his thoughts turned to what his words would be. He was pulled out of his trance when Remus broke his silence to ask “how long?” again. This time, when Roman woke the tablet, he saw that it was 3:29:22, and he became overwhelmed by the fact that there was less than a minute left. He reported to his twin and went back to staring intently at the digital clock. Each second felt like an eternity, but they dragged him eagerly forward until- The grandfather clock down the hall chimed the half-hour, and Roman tugged his pajama sleeve down excitedly and turned the flashlight onto his wrist. There a beat of silence until, “so? What does it say?” Remus asked eagerly. Roman sighed, “it says ‘hello.’” Remus stayed quiet for a second, “that’s going to be hard to find,” he offered. Roman collapsed back into his pillow. “Well, I’m going to sleep. Night, bro,” Remus mumbled from above. “Night,” Roman murmured. He looked at the singular word again and switched off the flashlight. “Hello” was one of, if not the most common soulmark in the world, because it was the most common greeting, regardless of language. At least there was that, Roman considered, his soulmate probably spoke English. But that wasn’t helpful. Remus was right, it was going to be hard to find his soulmate. Roman sighed and turned over onto his side. Okay, thought Roman, then I’ll just have to get creative.

It was common practice to try to use unique and specific greetings when meeting someone for the first time to cheat destiny and ensure an easier time finding their soulmate, but with as common a phrase as “hello”, Roman had to scrap all of his fantasies of grand romantic gestures and fairy tale meetings in favor of a way to guarantee his soulmate would recognize him. The plan was simple, if he was talking first to someone new, he stated his name first and foremost. Anyone he approached first, he greeted with “my name is Roman, nice to meet you.” The part where he got creative was with anyone who approached him first by saying “hello.” “Hello!” chirped his friendly new classmate in sixth grade. “If you were an insect, how long would it take you to die?” Roman asked immediately. The girl stared at him before replying shyly, “I don’t… know?” “Darn.” He always made sure to explain his tactic after using it to avoid further alienating new acquaintances. And thus he continued this way with every new person he met, always with a new and random question.

“Hello.” “If you could time travel, who would you meet?” “…Abraham Lincoln.” “Okay.”

“Hello.” “If you could make a new type of snowman that wasn’t made of snow, what would it be made of?” “Uh. Oranges?” “Cool.”

“Hello.” “If a bat flew into your house speaking with the voice of a cartoon, but claiming to be your best friend, what would you do?” “…What?”

Sophomore year, Roman and Remus were fifteen years old. Remus had already met his soulmate, Janus, and naturally, “um, wow” had been a response to Remus weirding him out, in addition to the realization that Remus was his soulmate. Roman, on the other hand was still trying to find his soulmate with random questions, but to no avail. The second semester had begun and Roman’s physics class was changing seats. Roman collapsed into his new spot next to a boy he knew to be Patton, but with whom he had not actually talked yet. Patton was wearing a blue t-shirt with a repeating cat pattern across it. His honey-brown hair was lightly curled, and a pair of round glasses were balanced on his freckle-covered nose. He smiled warmly at Roman. The teacher finished giving his instructions and let the class go to meet their new partners and get to work on their assignments. And thus the cycle began anew. Patton turned to Roman with a grin, “hello!” Roman huffed slightly as he quickly summoned a new question, “what’s your favorite musical?” he asked in lieu of a real greeting. Patton stared at Roman for a beat before raising a hand to his chin thoughtfully, and Roman knew that the boy probably didn’t have his question on his wrist. “Mamma Mia,” he answered finally. “ABBA. Good choice,” Roman chuckled. Patton giggled back, “Why do you ask anyway?” Roman showed Patton his wrist, and he nodded wonderingly, “I get it, you’re trying to have a unique greeting, because yours is so common.” “Bingo,” Roman said, slightly relieved that he didn’t have to explain it all again. “I’m guessing you don’t have my phrase, right?” Patton’s hair bounced as he shook his head. He presented his own wrist, marked with the word “Salutations” in unusually crisp font. “Ooh, you have a fancy soulmate,” Roman said, “that, or they’re a nerd. I’ve never seen such a professional-looking font.” “Me neither,” Patton giggled again. “At least ‘salutations’ isn’t a very frequently used greeting.” Roman nodded, “yes, a nerd like that will be easy to spot,” Roman joked. “I’m Roman by the way,” he said, suddenly unsure if Patton knew who he was or not. “Patton!” he replied with a quirk of his head and a broad smile. “Nice to meet you,” he was aware of the teacher surveying the class to see who was working and quickly added, “maybe we should get started.” Patton nodded and they set to work reading instructions and becoming friends.

Half-way through the first semester of senior year, Patton introduced Roman to his recently discovered soulmate, Logan. Upon meeting him, Roman remarked that he was exactly the kind of nerd he had expected when he had seen Patton’s “salutations” soulmark. He then lamented that he was once again left surrounded with people who had soulmates when he didn’t, at which point Logan informed his that “statistically speaking, most people meet their soulmates in their twenties or thirties.” “Thanks, pocket-protector, but that’s barely comforting. I have the most common phrase in the English language,” Roman complained. “Actually, according to most studies performed in the last 20 years, the most common phrase currently is ‘hi,’” Logan corrected him with a push of his glasses. Roman stared at him in disbelief and Patton giggled at his side.

“I’m telling you Roman, he’s actually really nice,” Patton assured him as they walked down the path towards Roman’s house. Both boys were bundled up in coats, their hands stuffed firmly in pockets to protect against the biting winter wind. Roman had a Christmas party coming up in a few days, and Patton was trying to convince him to invite the fairly anti-social kid who never got of his emo phase, Virgil. In all honesty, Roman didn’t care if Virgil came or not, plenty of Remus’s friends, who he didn’t know, were going, but Patton was determined to make Roman and Virgil friends, and as it was, Roman didn’t think he had anything in common with the emo. “I’m sure he is, Pat, but…” he hesitated, searching for some way to appease his friend without giving in. “But what?” Patton pressed, meanwhile physically pressing against his shoulder. “But you get along with everyone, and everyone loves you. You can find something in common with anyone no matter what,” Roman stalled. Patton’s eyes bore into him. “I on the other hand, don’t think I have anything in common with Virgil. I mean, he’s all surly and dark, and I’m a theater kid straight out of High School Musical,” he gestured grandly before his hand quickly retreated to the warmth of his pocket again. “Have you ever even talked to the guy?” “Well, no, but-” “Then how do you know you have nothing in common?” Patton’s voice lilted. He always gave off the vibe of a dad trying to get his child to try a new food or something. Roman shot him a side-eyed look, and Patton continued, “you like Disney, right? Well, it just so happens Virgil is into Disney, too! See? There is something you have in common?” “Yeah, sure, but… I mean, who doesn’t like Disney?” Patton just shrugged. Roman was being stubborn, but Patton knew he’d practically won. “All I ask is you let me introduce you to him at the party, okay? Just let him say hello. You can even ask him one of your weird questions.” Patton waved a gloved hand vaguely. Roman was suddenly aware that he seemed to know something Roman didn’t, but he ignored the feeling in favor of a childish groan. “Fine, you can bring him to party and introduce him to me,” defeat dripped from his voice, and Patton clapped in delight and cheered as they arrived on the doorstep of the house.

Some pop rendition of Jingle Bells played through the house as Roman made his way to the snack table. The table was draped with a festive table cloth covered in reindeer and sleighs, and it featured an impressive array of cookies and cupcakes and other holiday-themed treats. Most claimed that Roman and Remus overdid the party thing, but in truth it was mostly Roman. Classmates and friends milled around dancing, eating, and chatting happily. Roman picked out a tree-shaped cookie that he had made and started to make his way into the living room when he heard someone call his name. Roman turned to see Patton dragging a boy toward him, a broad grin decorated his face and, as usual, outshone the blinking Christmas light necklace he was wearing. They met just to the side of the entryway into the living room. “I know you said you hadn’t met yet, so Roman, this is Virgil,” he gestured to the boy standing next to him. His dyed purple bangs draped just down to his eyes, and he was wearing a dark purple sweater in place of his usual patchwork hoodie. Virgil watched Patton carefully, only looking at Roman when introduced by name. Virgil gave a wave so slight, Roman would have missed it if it was any smaller. His low voice was soft, and yet carried easily over the din of the party, “hello.” “Have you ever wanted to be a fly on the wall?” Roman said. His response was automatic. Replying to “hello” with a question had become an unconscious habit after doing it for so many years. Virgil stared. That was a standard reaction to Roman, he had hardly registered the question that had come out of his mouth. Patton’s further widening smile, however, was not a standard reaction. Roman then realized that Virgil’s stare was different from others as well. His gray eyes shone with shock instead of the confusion Roman was accustomed to. Suddenly becoming uncomfortable with the silence, he said “… What?” “… I’ve always wanted to ask, and I mean this sincerely, what the fuck kind of greeting is that” Virgil said finally as he started to tug down his sleeve, revealing the words on his wrist. Roman’s face lit up with astonishment and excitement. “No, I’ve never wanted to be a fly on the wall, but thanks to you, I’ve thought about it bordering on obsessively for almost eight years.” Roman finally broke out of his trance. “Oh my god, I can’t believe it worked,” he exclaimed as Virgil stared quizzically at him. Roman showed him his own wrist and explained the logic behind his seemingly random question. Suddenly a thought occurred to him, and he whirled on Patton. “You knew about this, didn’t you?” He shrugged innocently. “I knew that Virgil had a weird question on his wrist and that you have a tendency to ask such questions,” He grinned slyly, “I couldn’t be certain, but it was a pretty fair bet.” “You’re a mad genius,” Virgil cocked his head at Patton. Patton smiled brightly again, “I don’t know what you mean, kiddo, I’m just helping out where I can.” Roman shook his head and laughed, “alright, Pat, I’m sorry I ever doubted you.” “That’s fine, Roman,” Patton clapped him on the shoulder, “I’ve got to go find Logan, so you guys get to know each other,” Patton waved as he stepped away. Roman and Virgil turned to face one another and stared at each other in silence for a few moments. Roman wracked his brain for what to do next, and all he could come up with was, “So… Disney?”

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laws-hat-headcanons · 6 years ago

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Masterlist Part One

Hi All!

Here is Part One of my Masterlist (since apparently I have written too much to put in one post!)

Part Two can be found HERE!! And again at the bottom of this post if you’re making your way through!

Updated 09/04/2021

One Piece:

Straw Hats & Multiple Characters:

Sleeping Patterns

With a crewmate that can turn in to a sea dragon

On an Easter Egg Hunt (Feat Arayya)

Pillow Fights

April Fools Day

Arayya (One Piece OC):

General Headcanons

General Headcanons Part 2

Arayya on Kid’s DF power

Straw hats thoughts on Arayyas books

Scars

Arayya x Law: Melting

On an Easter Egg Hunt

Writing, Opinions on Law and General info

Kid x Arayya: Pull

Music associations

Fluff Alphabet - H, J, K

Arayya x Law: Books

Basil Hawkins:

Kissing Headcanons

With an overly affectionate S/O

Relationship Headcanons

Bellamy:

Fluff Headcanons

With an S/O that saves him from Dellinger

Fluff Alphabet - Y, O, J

Brook:

General Fluff Headcanons

Cuddling with a short S/O

Helping his S/O with period pains

NSFW Alphabet - C, E, G, I

With an S/O that cleans his face

With an S/O that shows him panties she isn’t wearing

With an S/O who loves to kiss him

With an S/O who learns piano so they can duet

With an S/O who gets turned in to a toddler

With an S/O who wants to take a bath with him

With an S/O who has a fear of silence

With an S/O who is a relation of his old captain

With a Forensic Anthropologists S/O

Buggy the Clown:

NSFW Alphabet - C, E, G, I

Helping his S/O with period pains

With an S/O Headcanons

Cavendish:

NSFW Alphabet - D, F, G, W

Charlotte Amande:

NSFW Headcanons

Charlotte Cracker:

With a Virgin S/O ( NSFW )

With an S/O who gets injured by Mama

Getting Jealous of Mont D’Or

Getting Jealous over his S/O

Charlotte Galette:

NSFW Headcanons

Charlotte Katakuri:

Katakuri x Reader: Soulmate AU

With an S/O seeing his face for the first time

With a worried S/O after his fight with Luffy

With a Virgin S/O ( NSFW )

With an S/O that is insecure about their body

With an S/O who is hunted for being a witch

With an S/O that gets kidnapped

With an S/O that can control their size

With an S/O who wakes him with a blowjob ( NSFW )

With an S/O who gets injured by Mama

With an Oni Fiancee

Saving a Dragon shape shifter

With an S/O who cares for injured animals

Overhearing his shy S/O singing a flirty song

With an Oni wife (cont of Oni Fiancee)

With an S/O who is usually calm but can kick ass

With an overly affectionate S/O

With an S/O who loves it when he gets turned in to an animal

With an Oni wife and baby (cont of Oni Wife)

Getting a crush

Word Prompt - Ice, Heart, Night

Word Prompt - Flower, Heart, Rain

Word Prompt - Night, Cake, Bathing

Word Prompt - Hand, Heat, Stone

Katakuri x Reader - Fangs

Ticklish Headcanons

Word Prompt - Glass, Sun, Hail

Katakuri with an S/O who has a mask with his teeth on

With an S/O that gets too close

A Letter From: Katakuri

Charlotte Mont d’Or:

With a Witch S/O

Fluff Headcanons

Charlotte Perospero:

NSFW Alphabet - K, C, V, O

NSFW Alphabet - L, I, C, K

Fluff Alphabet - D, L, O, P

With a nervous/shy S/O

With a Virgin S/O ( NSFW )

With an S/O who hides their sketchbook from him

With an S/O who gets injured by Mama

With an S/O meeting his family for the first time

Comforting an S/O after a nightmare

Fluff Headcanons

Chu:

Chu Headcanons

Caesar Clown:

Word Prompt - Heart, Gold, Silver

Coby:

NSFW Alphabet - B, M, O, A

With an S/O who slaps his butt in front of the crew

Relationship headcanons

Word Prompt - Heart Emoji, Blood, Gold

Corazon:

NSFW Headcanons

With a Quail Devils Fruit user

Little!Law calling Coras S/O mom

Ticklish headcanons

Word Prompt - Gold, Cloud, Bloom

With an S/O suffering from depression

Crocodile:

With an S/O who wakes him with a blowjob ( NSFW )

With an S/O that likes to tease him

With a Virgin S/O ( NSFW )

Apologising to an S/O after hurting their feelings

With an S/O comforting a lost child

With an S/O who likes to snuggle up in his coat

Going camping!

Word Prompt - Snow, Night

Word Prompt - Bone, Snow, Heart

Emoji Prompt - Confessing, Soft, Breakup

With an S/O who has a secret pet Bananawani

Angst Prompt - 3 & 10

Word Prompt - Blood, Wood, Glass

Winter Event: Mistletoe - Awkward - G/N Reader

Donquixote Doflamingo:

With an S/O half his size ( NSFW )

With an S/O who isn’t afraid of him

With an S/O who loves him unconditionally

With a Virgin S/O ( NSFW )

With an S/O who wakes him with a blowjob ( NSFW )

Purchased as a slave

With an S/O who becomes a criminal to free him

Relationship Headcanons ( SFW & NSFW)

What Doflamingo looks for in an S/O ( NSFW )

Comforting an S/O after a nightmare

Fluff Alphabet - S, K, C

Finding out his S/O is hiding a dog

Emoji Prompt - Drunk

Dracule Mihawk

With an S/O that gets kidnapped

With an S/O who is a domestic goddess

NSFW Alphabet: C, K, A, Z

With an S/O that gives up being a noble for him

Fluff Alphabet - C, L, K

Finding out his S/O is blind

With a oblivious/shy S/O

Eustass Kid

Reacts to his crush seducing someone else

With an S/O who has a Rapping D/F Ability

Dealing with and confessing his romantic feelings

Kid x Arayya: Pull

As a Parent

Dealing with a Reckless S/O

Kid x Reader: Wet

Kid x Reader: Wet Part Two

Overhearing his shy S/O singing a flirty song

Kid x Reader: Apology ( NSFW )

Kid & Killer Friendship Headcanons

NSFW Alphabet - C, J, R, V, X

Being rescued by an S/O

With an S/O who is usually calm but can kick ass

Getting Jealous over his S/O

Childhood Headcanons

Cuddling headcanons

With an S/O that flinches during an argument

Fluff Alphabet - F, M, Y

Fluff Alphabet - H, O, T

What Kid looks for in a crew mate

With a sick S/O

With an S/O that goes away for a while

How they act when they’re drunk

Word Prompt - Rust, Bone, Twist

Word Prompt - Bone, Wild

Emoji Prompt - Kiss, Random, Confessing

Kissing Headcanons

Accidentally hurting his S/O in a fight

Drunk Kid visiting his S/O

Word Prompt - Sand , Bloom

Word Prompt - Hail, Stone, Wild

Emoji Prompt - Drunk, Jealousy

Crying Headcanons

Kid x Reader: Caring

Ticklish headcanons

“It’s Just a Bruise” - Sentence Prompt

Angst Prompt 4 - Argument

Angst Prompt 10 - Crying

With a Mechanic S/O who’s inventions keep blowing up

Word Prompt - Glass, Grass, Heart

With an S/O that gets too close

Winter Event: Gift - Awkward - Female Reader

With a usually serious S/O who loves cute things

With a crush that tends to their wounds

Galdino (Mr 3)

SFW & NSFW Headcanons

Word Prompt - Moon, Soot, Bone

Gladius

Getting jealous over his S/O

Hatchan

With his mermaid S/O

Heat

Winter Event: Mistletoe - Fluff - G/N Reader

Izo

Winter Event: Mistletoe - Fluff - Female Reader

Kaido:

Adopting a daughter with a dragon DF power

Kaido’s Daughter HC cont

Kaku:

With a workaholic S/O

Kalgara:

Noland x Kalgara Headcanons

Killer:

Kid & Killer Friendship Headcanons

Being rescued by an S/O

With an S/O who loves it when he gets turned in to an animal

With an S/O that flinches during an argument

With a sick S/O

Word Prompt - Moon, Wave, Mountain

With an S/O who also wears a mask

Killer x Reader: Romance

Word Prompt - Rain, Stone, Thunder

Having a wet dream about his fem!S/O (Mild NSFW)

Confessing to his crush

A Letter From: Killer

Killer x Reader: Romance

Finding out his S/O is in a band

With a usually serious S/O who loves cute things

Visiting his crush while drunk

Killer x Reader: First

Little things he loves about his S/O

Kuzan:

NSFW Alphabet - C, E, G, I

Fluff Alphabet - I, C,E

Marco

With an S/O that flinches during an argument

With an S/O who can control their size

Reacting to Cosplay

Overhearing his shy S/O singing a flirty song

Word Prompt - Blood, Storm, Hand

Word Prompt - Night, Cake, Bathing

Word Prompt - Blood, Bone, Hand

Winter Event: Mistletoe - Fluff - Female Reader

Monkey D Luffy:

Luffy BFF Headcanons

With an S/O that has a DF power that makes them feel like a monster

Attraction and Need in an S/O

With an S/O that runs out of Chocolate

With a shy S/O in a bikini

With an S/O who has Epilepsy

With a crew member who is an Alien

As Asexual

Getting turned in to a girl by a DF User

Running in to his Ex

NSFW Alphabet - C, J, R, V, X

What he looks for in an S/O

With a daughter who eats too much halloween candy

Word Prompt - Blood, Hand, Wild

Crying Headcanons

With an S/O who is depressed

Ticklish headcanons

Mont Blanc Noland:

Noland x Kalgara Headcanons

Nami:

Fluff Alphabet - D, K ,Y

Relationship Headcanons

SFW and NSFW Headcanons

Kink Headcanons ( NSFW )

With an S/O who has a Rapping D/F Ability

With a shy virgin S/O ( NSFW )

With a Male S/O headcanons

Nefertari Vivi:

Relationship Headcanons

Kink Headcanons ( NSFW )

Nico Robin:

Comforting a crewmate (Reader) who suffered abuse as a child

Relationship Headcanons

Kink Headcanons ( NSFW )

As a Parent

With a Forensic Anthropologists S/O

Masterlist Part Two - Click Here

#Masterlist #Masterlist Part One #One Piece #Naruto #Bleach

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blushyeddie · 6 years ago

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chubby eddie headcanons!

brought to you by my beautiful girlfriend @richiebubba (* marks) and i (- marks)! just some little storyline on beautiful eddie and his pudgy tummy. (keep reading)

- eddie was born (slightly) prematurely. “a whole two months, isn’t it a miracle?” his mother would boast at their neighborhood’s annual Easter dinners. the seat count each year would slowly wither down to only close (pitying) friends after his father’s death. sonia preaches that it’s because the others are far too anxious to be around such a poorly behaving child, but eddie knows it’s because frank was the only endearment to the kaspbrak house.

- “i’m so sorry, mrs. rosi. he’s never usually this rude! i’ll have to set more ground rules.” eddie had only said ‘no’ to her off-putting mash potatoes. they resembled a cat’s hairball.

- growing up, he showed trivial symptoms of his earlier birth like a disproportionately large head compared to his tiny feet, and a generally low body temperature. sonia was always scribbling these symptoms down, measuring his height religiously every morning and afternoon. he’d always been healthy though, only spending about a week after his birth in the hospital. as he hit kindergarten, his growth spurt grew out... rather than up. standing 3’5 and sporting love handles that stuck out the back of his shirt, he was shoved into public school, meeting richie tozier. a savior in some sorts.

* public school saw eddie kaspbrak holding hands with richie tozier on the hopscotch chalk before lessons every morning, and leading them soft right up to his tummy; just the pouchy part that didn't fit in his polo shirt. the bubble had burst.

* eddie hadn't ever thought anything too bad about that little body of his up to this point, or the number of hairball potatoes it ran on. the bubble his mama had kept 'round him growing up had once been enough to keep magazines and pink tv comedies and even the gossiping of other moms in derry totally alien to him. to keep a body as only what carried your soul until it was all ready for heaven: two legs, hands, arms, a head, and right over the very core of it, a tummy.

* if you weren't careful with it, your body could carry not only your soul but a whole load of sins as well, eddies mama started telling him once his first semester had gotten well underway. it could carry chocolate ice cream and potato chips and strawberry lollipops, and now that he was getting older, almost old enough to be thinning out, sonia kaspbrak was getting obsessed with this. "you ask mrs. tozier how much sugar she puts in her cookies, for your ma, and i'll write it down here," she'd say, scratching down all his calories for that week as he took his sunday night bath. "too much, i'll bet. i'm surprised that boy of hers doesn't turn out sick as a dog...dontchu have anymore."

* eddies growth continued on that funny out-not-up path as his age got closer towards double digits and his mama's hostility towards it grew stranger, more strained. she'd never shout at him or smack him on the bum like she might if he broke something or grazed his knee, but sometimes she'd cry when she took his height and weight at the end of the month, and it was the worst thing ever.

* sonia never bought his clothes any sizes bigger either as her growin' boy was really starting to need, in fact, eddie sometimes had bad thoughts she might actually be getting them smaller. just so she could start crying all over again when eddie couldn't work out why his t-shirt sleeves were leaving little, sharp red ridges on his chunky arms, and keep on yapping at him, "what'd i tell you, eddie? what did your mama tell you?!"

- come swim class nearing middle school, when the boys grew rotten and smelt like Axe spray and their fathers' after-shave, he realized he didn’t want to take his shirt off anymore. the other boys’ metabolisms were hitting their peaks and eddie grew selfishly jealous of their tucked in stomachs and bony knees. it wasn’t like they hadn’t noticed either.

- “you’ve been fillin’ out, eddie! whatchu hidin’ in that bag of yours?! think we outta put a stop to this, huh?! would hate to have to tell your mother you’ve got some sorta food stash.” chad, the loudest of the bunch, would cackle. the echos in the locker rooms bounced ‘round with ‘fat’, ‘chubby’, and ‘someone grab his shirt!’.

- he’d never developed an eating disorder like the boys would crudely suggest, though. he’d miss his macaroni nights with mama and candy splurges filled with sour patch and fizzy pop rocks at richie’s house, the only place he was allowed those treats. he just felt pudgy. a bit too large in the belly, thighs forcing his speckled knees apart as he plopped down in the plastic staticky chairs at school, and shorts never quite making it up past his muffin top.

- when the coach introduced a mandatory ‘no shirt’ policy while swimming, eddie had hidden in the locker rooms, barricading himself behind a bench, his highlighter-yellow lunch pail, and his matching backpack in hopes they’d assume he’d gone to the nurse’s office or somewhere else “sick” boys resided. he’d cried harder than when he scraped his knees flying down Lily Pond Rd on his bike too fast. harder than when his pet rock went ‘missing’ and his mother was unusually complacent

- “ma, where’s mister pebble?!”, he’d cried from the top of their broken staircase railing. his mother hand fallen back into the wood and broken the damn thing right off the hinges.

- “keep looking, honey!” she’d called back, knowing fully well that googly-eyed rock was sitting on the bottom of their aluminum trash can. she couldn’t let eddie get too attached. she’d always been frightened of the idea of her baby eddie loving anything more than her. he had a delicate heart after all. the doctors said so.

* it was richie's tickly hands that managed to get him out from behind that bench, richie’s hands and two or three of those famous sugar cookies from his ma that eddie was starting to have bad dreams about. richie still liked to touch at that little pouch when they were eating their lunch at the end of the field, where none of the other boys would come and try and rope them into any of their mean games, and sometimes he'd sing silly songs while doing it.

* when eddie seemed too shy to play like this today, richie leaned close with mud on his lip and just told him very quietly, "i think i know your secret."

* "what are you talkin' about, nene?"

* "you know...what you were so upset about when the coach said you had to take your tee shirt off. and you don't have to spill any of the details 'cause i appre-shate it's top secret, but...i know you are a mermaid!"

* richie had put a lot of thought into this, funnily enough; he knew a lot about faeries, dragons, pixies, and unicorns- so much his mama had to make him do special breathing patterns and drink a glass of water when he started talking 'bout this with too much gusto - and mermaids apparently weren't all that different. "their skin is sparkly and nice to touch, they're good at all things, they're very kind and if they take off their clothes in the water their tails will spring right out," he'd explained, using eddie's tummy today as a rest for his big, green fairytale manual instead. even drew a couple gel pen mermaids on the freckles of it to show him, ‘cause he drew there a lot at their sleepovers to keep himself from fidgeting. usually cats or rocket ships. "s'a big no-no if you let all the humans know...kicked out of atlantis for good, bubba. so like i said, don't worry 'bout the details."

* and eddie’s heart had never healed so fast!

* richie's grand theory also came with a solution, too; a cherry-red swim shirt made of nice, clean lycra, presented to eddie with a wobbly flourish in maggie tozier's holiday drawer. turns out they went on lots of expensive beach holidays with richie's dad's paychecks, and even that richie tozier wasn't all that fond of taking his t-shirt off either, but for different reasons. he got bad eczema all over his middle and it left lots of itchy scars and pimples in the driest parts. "it's not a shirt shirt so i think it'll be allowed. keep your tail in too, i promise," he'd said, helping eddie slip it (half) past those soft love handles. there was a pretty glint in his eye that told eddie he was talking about much more than a 'tail'; that he knew it full well, too. only magic was a little bit easier than the truth just for now.

* "thanks, richie, i love you very much."

* "i love you triple-chocolate!"

* was a real shame richie couldn't have had the rest of their grade under that funny spell of his, however. the boys in eddie's gym class did not believe in magic, and if they ever could have, they certainly would not believe it would be anywhere near eddie kaspbrak's tum. no, that was something to giggle at, on a par with calling your teacher 'mom' or someone farting in an assembly. they took great pleasure in hiding and tugging and even forcing that swim shirt right back off over eddie's head at every nasty opportunity, making him cry into richie's funny raccoon sweater after the very next swim lesson all over again.

* "ch, ch, ch, they're lying, tiny...they don't mean it...ch, ch..."

* this would set a pattern for the rest of eddie's teenage years - getting a little bit of confidence and those bony-kneed boys in his grade knocking it back down again. his mother's guilting tears over the candy stashes tucked in his pillowcase and his not fitting in her handmade, hideously embarrassing halloween costumes were one thing, but this was a whole 'nother.

* like when he sometimes raced richie and his big shepherd dog called honey 'round the tozier’s backyard, and, although richie was the slowest runner in their grade, found himself at sixteen years old beating him quicker and quicker. quick enough to try out for track behind his mother's back and, god, even get in. needless to say, his teammates had taken one look at eddies tummy bouncin' left and right on his brand new track shorts' waistband through his sprints, and had given him hell. even when he'd proved himself far beyond the fastest.

- as he grew older, hitting crossfire with the track team, soccer coach, and even himself, a sadness started to boil up inside. right in the pit of his stomach. kept him from ever looking too long in those awfully long ‘body-mirrors’. he’d skip out on the Tozier’s neighborhood barbecues, fearful that richie might somehow convince him into the pool somehow. that one curly boy always had a way into eddie’s heart. felt like a glittery snake would wrapping ‘round his arteries and squeezing out so much love over his braces-filled smile. he was a sucker for richie, alright. and this persistent anxiety sucked. it just sucked. eddie often thought of that hopeless feeling as a bird. a gentle brown bird that was perched atop his right shoulder, singing directly into his ear. the songs were never as nice as the old birdie looked, often carrying thorny messages, reminding him to pull his shirt down and sit up straight, to suck in his breath and practice his exercises. and after a strenuous fight with ma, or perhaps a terrible test score, it’s nasty talons dug deeper. soon, it wasn’t a songbird anymore, but a pecking vulture, tapping at the very back of eddie’s head with a crooked beak and beady eyes. those nights were the worst.

- so, he’d often call richie.

- he was never one to beg for acceptance. that was something he knew was always earned. like some days he’d have to do double chores for his ma to stop playing her ‘ignoring game’ and maybe play a board game instead. something to reassure himself he wasn’t a floundering shadow at times. so, he always felt foolish pleading down the phone for richie to talk to him. but the taller boy never seemed to mind too much, always a mixture of sunshine, candy, and lispy braces as he whistled down the phone. it drowned the bird’s endless caws.

- “hi, richie. c-can you tell me that one- uh that one story again? about the angel and the goose, please?”

- the night would be spent under a makeshift fort built from a thin white sheet draped over his shiny headboard and hooked over his homework desk chair, home phone pressed against his ear and smile as wide as the atlantic ocean. the pair would be as sleepy as banana slugs the next morning, having stayed up well past a reasonable hour. but, it always made those awful thoughts whisk right out of eddie’s head and straight down the toilet. sometimes he’d wave down the drain after his nightly bathroom trips, imagining some of those awfully prickly thoughts rolling round and round the toilet bowl. he suspects that’s when he started loving richie. but yet again, he sometimes thinks he’s loved him forever.

- after richie and eddie had finally sputtered out confessions of painstakingly long-awaited love, hands clutching on to one another’s and hearts louder than drummer boys, things got a bit brighter for the boy made of sunshine.

#my girlfriend #chubby eddie kaspbrak #he's an angel #richie tozier #reddie #incredibly long perhaps maggie and i went off

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yee-to-my-haw · 5 years ago

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What Narcissus did before he had his soul/source of power split in half and given to Moon as a punishment: a very casual and badly written tale

So there was a war between the Purists and Everyone Else about 3 000 years ago.

The Purists are those that believed every single creature must procreate between themselves and keep their species pure. Meaning, an orc should procreate with an orc. A fae should procreate with a fae. A Kappa should be with a Kappa, a mermaid with another mermaid or merman, humans stay with humans, etc.

Everyone Else, well. They disagreed. If an orc wants to shag a kappa then she should be free to do so. If an alien wanted to shag a local then let them. Before the war happened, the half breeds were shunned and oftentimes executed along with their parents.

Even the Elders weren't spared from that treatment (Elders... are entities that were there before everything, I guess. They created everything around us, idk if that makes sense. They were just. Always there. Though with time they are less and less invested with their creations, they're just our there minding their business, sipping tea or some shit). They were also heavily involved in the war.

Narcissus' mother is an Elder. She and her twin were the ones that created worlds. More specifically, the universe I'm writing in. The story behind the birth of Narci is pretty much like a Greek myth in the sense that Terra (his mum) was just out there and saw a fey and she was like hot damn they pretty as fuck I wanna shag and they shagged and boom, they got Narci. The Fey was decapitated. Narci was spared. (Oh how they regretted that decision) Terra was shunned.

But yeah, when the war happened, Narci was a young teen. And by then he was already a one man army and wiped out most of the Purists. Everyone was like oh cool this guy is rad. Narci was like oh sweet me powerful what can I do with my powers?

So he went around and fucked with gods and human lives, broke up a strong relationship here, ruined a birthday there with a murder, picked a random person and every year of their life, on their birthday, killed someone they loved, cursed a bloodline line there, cursed a whole ass planet, made an alien god go insane and destructed his own worshippers, fabricated lies that destroyed relationships and entire lives. All of that because he was curious. He wants to know what could happen to people if *this* or *that* happened. He never really took anyone or anything seriously except from justice. If he found something to be unfair, he would take matters into his own hands and make sure that whoever did something unjust, he would make them suffer. Everytime someone gave off signs of being unfair or even being a Purist, that person was in grave danger. (Narci said fuck racists/homophobes/nazis/xenophobes/terfs/etc)

But his sense of justice was quite ironic, I mean look at what he did out of curiosity.

So you know how I said elders didnt mingle much anymore they were just minding their business? K so, at some point they started noticing Narci and the shit he was doing and they were like yo we gotta uh. Do something about this dude. Hes getting too powerful. And problematic. So while they were trying to find a solution, Ddaear (Terra's twin) was like imma go talk to this kid yo. So they did and they were like listen here you lil shit, before you were born I told yo mama it was a terrible idea to go shag that Fey bc they were already powerful and a mix with a powerful fey and an Elder couldn't end well and you know what your mum said? She said nah it cant be that bad, I'm actually a kind soul, the kid can't be a dick. Well guess what? You're proving me right. You're a piece of shit. Stop being a clown, the world isnt a circus. And Narci was like how dare you talk to me like that and how dare you talk about my mother like that. And Ddaear was like you know what fuck it you gon get your first punishment next time you do something dumb and Narci was like lmao what are you gonna do? Spank me?

Long story short, an elder made the mistake of saying Narci was an abomination and never should have even existed and Narci was like fuck did u say bout me? And drained the Elder until there was nothing left of them. The others were like ? Miss Keysha? Miss Keysha??? Oh fuck she dead and they were like that's it you're getting split so they literally tore his entire self in two and with the other half they were like we're keeping this shit and giving it to someone that deserves it or would actually be able to repair all the shit he's done. So yeah, that's how Narci went too far and got his soul, source of power, his everything split. And yes, the process was excruciating. Did that stop him? Kinda. He doesn't pull the kind of shit he did before (its not like he ca- well... 2 000 years on earth did teach him a few things, but hes still not as powerful as he once was) but he still found a way to respect the laws while doing his nasty shit for fun so he could get away with it. In our say and age, he uses his powers to commit petty crimes and takes people's most prized possessions for his own collection. Because he likes it. Well, he did that until he found Moon and found out she was the one that received his other half. But his story with Moon is for another day.

Anyways that's that. Now you know what I mean when I say this guy is a dick and yall shouldn't like him. I mean I get it, he's a gorgeous dick, he sometimes stands for very valid causes, but he's dick nonetheless.

(Feel free to ask if you want random stories of shit he's done)

#shut up lynch #i myself am guilty of thirsting over him but then i remember hes an asshole and im like k you know what? if we *did* shag i KNOW i wouldnt #live to see another day #oc narcissus #long post #my oc #oc shenanigans

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leafgreen6 · 5 years ago

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Two Worlds Collided- A collab with @books-of-lunacy

Did a writing exercise with @books-of-lunacy where we each wrote half a story, in our character’s points of view. After the war is over, Jack Montro and Jade Starr visit Aliee Horebath on their planet.

“I’ll be right there, Jade.” Jack eased onto a bench in the alien city on the strange planet. His years were starting to weigh on him.

A young girl ran out in front of him, and planted herself right in front of Jack, staring up at the strange man.

“Alice!” A woman called, presumably her mother. “Don’t bother him!"

“It’s all right,” Jack said. “Cute kid. How old are you?”

"She's just turning-"

"I'm six! It's my birthday today!"

“Well, happy birthday.”

"What do you say?" Aliee looked down at her bubbling daughter.

"Thanks! Happy birthday to you too!"

Jack laughed, harder than he had in a long while. “It’s not my birthday. But, thank you. Let me see…” He dug into his pocket and pulled out a gold coin, “You take this. Spend it on whatever your mom says you’re allowed to have.”

"Huh. I haven't heard of anyone using gold coins for… centuries. You're not from here either." Aliee sits on the bench next to Jack, telling Alice to go play with her friends. "Where are you from?"

“Through a portal. A magic world called Mahica. Fairies, Mermaids, Dragons- Those are recent.”

"Mermaids, huh? What I wouldn't give to be with them right now." Aliee laughed softly. "You seem tired."

Jack nodded, “I am tired. I’m going on a hundred and twenty years old. Can’t keep up with the Princess anymore. I may have told your kid a slight lie… Believe it or not, it’s my birthday too. But I don’t celebrate. Hard to, when you don’t have family left.”

"A hundred and twenty, and no kids, no wife? Well, you're welcome to come home with Alice and I, my husband is making dinner for us." Aliee smiled brightly, standing and offering her hand to Jack.

Jack looked back at Jade, who was on top of a building, investigating a strange light. He wasn’t even going to wonder how she got up there. Only hope the kid didn’t see. “I’ll take that meal. You can tell me your story, and I’ll tell you mine.”

"My story is hardly fun, but fair's fair. Let's get out of here before my daughter inevitably sees your friend climbing like a spider." Aliee glanced up pointedly.

Jack laughed, and with a flick of his wrist, Jade was slowly floating to the ground, with her good arm on her hip.

“Why’d you do that? I was safe!”

“A friend invited us to have dinner. You can play with the kid. You have a lot in common.”

"Hi. I'm Aliee, this is my daughter, Alice." Aliee smiled once again, holding her hand out to Jade.

"Hi! It's my birthday today!" Alice chimed in.

Jade frowned at Alice, “Hi… Jack, you know I don’t do well with kids.”

“You wrangled Luke and Cayden just fine,” Jack laughed, and the duo followed Aliee down the path and to her house.

Once inside the bright home, Alice ran up to Tel'iah, excitedly showing him the gold coin in her hands.

"Impressive. I'll bet it was those new friends of ours who gave it to you, huh? Did you thank them?" Tel'iah glanced up and nodded his head at Jack and Jade.

"Oh…" Alice turned around and sheepishly thanked the pair for the coin.

"Go clean up. You're a mess from playing all day." Aliee chuckled and lead her to the stairs. Returning to the table, she kissed Tel'iah's cheek and introduced the tall alien to their guests.

A pleasure to meet you,” Jade said. “I’m Princess Jade Starr, and this is Captain Jack Montro.”

"Oh! You're a Princess? Oh I wish I had known! I would have tried to clean up the house a little better." Aliee jumped from her chair to start clearing the table of papers and dishes.

“Don’t go to the trouble,” Jack laughed. “Jade is notorious for being messy. Her staff has to prepare two dresses for every event, because she destroys them. Whether it’s a bad spell, or a bad fight… Blood, climbing things she’s not supposed to.”

Jade narrowed her eyes at him, “I’m going to go annoy the kid, because obviously, I’m not welcome at the adult table.”

Aliee hesitantly sat back down, blinking rapidly. "Well… what just happened?"

“She’ll be fine,” Jack sat down across from Aliee. “So, what’s your story?”

"Where should I begin? There's not much to tell, honestly." Aliee shrugged modestly, trying to ignore the snort from Tel as he stirred a bubbling pot of food.

“You’re obviously not from this world. So, where’d you come from?”

"Actually that might be a long story in itself. We came from Earth, a long, long, long time ago. The people there built a massive spaceship. Called her the Exodus. So many people hoped for their lives to change on that ship, and it did. Since it was a colony ship, they had kids. Those kids had kids and a couple decades later, the last generation was born on that ship. My-" Aliee swallowed thickly and looked down at her hands. "My brother and I were part of that generation. We would be the ones to inhabit this planet and make it our own."

She glanced up at Tel, grinned and looked back down. "We didn't know there was someone here already. By the time we found out, it was too late. A virus in the computers destroyed the Exodus, and most of us… well only a few people made it this far. Alice was about four then."

“My family died too,” Jack said. “My mother died when I was a boy- Killed herself after my father, a man I am ashamed to call my father, broke her Genie Bottle. I found her body. I was thrown out of the tribe, joined the war- Met my wife. She was a nurse,” he smiled softly, “Used to yell at me all the time for getting myself hurt. At first, they were accidents, but I may have taken a punch or two I could have avoided, just to see her face. We had a kid, one I spent my entire life searching for. She’d been tossed in the dungeons because she wanted humans to be treated fairly. See, where I come from, humans are seen as weak, mindless creatures. I’ve never heard of humans going to war for a hundred years. She had our kid in the dungeons, and he was taken before I even knew he was a boy.” Jack took a deep breath, “I met Jade, and through her, the boy I found out was my son. We, um, we don’t really have a relationship now. I do have a grandson though. Just a baby, he is.”

"Well, one, humans are about as far from mindless as one can get." Tel said, setting plates of steaming meat, rice, tuber roots and fruit on the table. "And from what Aliee has told me, war is just another facet of life they dealt with on earth." Looking down at Aliee, he smiled and added: "And I certainly know how well this one fights. Since dinner is ready, I'll go get Alice and Mylo. And our princess."

"Well, he's not wrong, at least. I do hope those two haven’t entirely devoured her."

“Jade’s strong. She likes to pretend she doesn’t do so well with kids, but she’s got a little girl at home. Kaida’s her name. You and your husband are right- Humans are an amazing creature. They’re strong, powerful in more ways than one. In fact, one of the most respected queens I’ve ever seen was raised like a human. And she brought glory to our world. You know, Aliee—” Jack smiled softly, “You’re a smart girl. And you’ve got a story worth telling. At least, it was one this old soul was happy to hear.”

"Well, I'm glad I could give you some joy. I'm sorry you say you have no family today. I certainly think you do, in that princess. Speaking of, where are they? It shouldn't take so long to get a toddler and a princess down here, should it?" As Aliee started to stand, Alice ran down the stairs, soaking wet with Tel'iah equally wet and carrying Mylo.

Jade tried to slip into a seat beside Jack, but he shoved her back. “I know exactly what you and your magic did, Princess, so you’re going to use it to dry those folks off.”

With a grumble and a few curse words under her breath, Jade waved her hand and drew all of the water from Alice’s clothes and hair.

"Mama! She can do magic! She made a duck! Out of water! But dad opened the door… and he got wet!" Alice giggled, making wild hand movements.

"Well, I imagine that must have been a sight to behold." Aliee smiled at her daughter. "So I take it you must be one of those Mermaids Jack was talking about."

“I’m more than a Mermaid. I’m Princess of Mermaids. I rule all of the Mermaids, and the ocean, and to be fair, it wasn’t entirely my fault the water got everywhere. However, your bathroom is clean, so... We’re even?”

Aliee laughs, snorting. "Well if it means I don't have to give a bath to Alice, I'll take it. Princess of the entire ocean? That's… impressive. I can't say I'm jealous."

"That, my dear, is a lie." Tel muttered as he fed a spoonful of rice to Mylo.

"Well.. okay fine. I might be a little jealous that she can swim underwater. As much as she wants. I wish I could do that." Aliee started handing plates and bowls of food to Jack and Jade.

Jade pulled the remaining water from Tel’s clothes and pressed her hand into a fist. “Jack, if you will.”

He snapped his fingers and the water materialized into a silver necklace.

“Visit us anytime,” Jade held the necklace out to Aliee. “Press a hand to it, and you can visit Mahica whenever you’d like.” She smirked at Alice, “Kaida could use a bad- I mean good influence every once in a while.”

"I swear, if I find out my wife decides to move into your world, I might actually have a fit. Your offer may be too much temptation for her. She might never come back." Tel'iah groaned, but reached a hand to hold Aliee's.

"I would always come back. Not just for you but… for Avren as well." Aliee suddenly fell quiet. "Amazing how the dead can hold too much sway on the living, isn't it?"

Jack nodded, “But, they make us appreciate the living, all that much more.”

"That is true. Well, eat up. I'm sure you have a long night of climbing buildings, Princess." Aliee shook her head and smiled.

"Climbing what?" Tel'iah choked, staring at Jade.

Jack smirked knowingly at Aliee. “That’s a story for another day.”

#The Dragon Knight spoilers #Exodus Down spoilers #The Dragon Knight #Exodus Down

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Flying Wingless (Part 4)

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“C’mon, what is it?” Anton scooted closer, grabbing Lance’s shoulder in desperation. “Best friends tell each other everything! I told you about that time I peed my pants in front of the entire class, and you’re not going to tell me your secret?” Lance bit his lip. “It’s bigger than that, Anton. It’s... something I’ve had since I was little.” At the other boy’s frantic nodding, he sighed and finally relented. “Okay, I’ll tell you. But you need to promise that no matter what, you won’t tell a single person. Not even your parents.” Anton gave a solemn salute, but Lance could see the sparkle of excitement in his eyes. “Yessir! Not a soul!”

As soon as he stepped out of his lion, Lance was surrounded by his team in various states of confusion.

“You can do what?!”

“When did this start? Was it from a planet we visited?”

“Why didn’t you say anything?!”

“Enough!” Lance shouted. They fell silent, and Lance stared at the ground for a moment, gathering his wits. Keith must have debriefed them on the flight back; Lance had shut off his comms for fear of questioning, but it seemed it was too late to worry about that now.

“I’ve been able to do it since I was really young, okay? It’s not a big deal,�� Lance finally said. Keith was the first to step forward, throwing up his hands in irritation.

“It’s a huge deal! What if this was a water focused mission? Being able to turn into a quiznacking mermaid might be helpful to know!”

Shiro put a calming hand on Keith’s shoulder, shifting his gaze to Lance.

“He’s right. This is something that you should have told the team a long time ago. Did you think we couldn’t be trusted with this?” he asked warily. Lance immediately snapped up his head. “No, that’s not... I mean, I was going to, but-” he scrambled to find words, heart sinking at the hurt expressions on his teammate’s faces. Lance took a deep breath and started again.

“I trust you guys, but... I’ve trusted before, and it didn’t exactly end well.”

Lance didn’t think too much of the stares; he was wingless, after all, and most people didn’t mean any harm. He began to feel odd, however, when he arrived at school to dozens of pairs of eyes trained on him. Whispers couldn’t quite reach his ears, and when he walked into first period, the room dropped into silence. Anton walked over to him slowly.

“Dude, you know how Katie is. She gets dirt out of everybody, and I thought ‘she’s my girlfriend, she knows how important this is,’ and it’s just so cool!”

“You told her.” Lance spoke so quietly that he could barely hear himself. Guilt etched itself across Anton’s face, and the floor seemed to drop out from underneath Lance’s feet. “She told everyone.”

“No way, she swears she only told Monica,” Anton tried. An announcement crackled over the intercom, cutting off Lance’s reply.

“Lance McClain, please report to the principal’s office.”

“You know we would never think any less of you, Lance,” Shiro began.

“I know. I know, and I knew that before, but that doesn’t make it any easier to try and say something when the person you thought you could trust, your closest friend, tells everyone and forces you to move countries so the government doesn’t rip your family apart just because you’re different-” he didn’t realize he was crying until a tear dripped into the corner of his mouth. The small burst of salt only broke his resolve further, and a sob ripped from his throat.

“Lance, pack your suitcase. Quickly, now,” his mother said, rushing past his doorway with an armful of clothing. “What? Where are we going?” Lance asked. “America,” was the reply. He stood up sharply and followed her down the hall. “America?! Are you serious? Why?” She whirled around, and Lance was taken aback at the fury and terror swirling in her eyes.

“Because we are the fish, Lance. We are the fish, and if we don’t swim, the net will catch us.” His little sister tugged on his pant leg.

“Lance, what’s Mama talking about?” she questioned. “Nothing, nothing. Go put all your clothes in your suitcase, okay? It’s a surprise,” he soothed, shooing her back to her room. He placed a hand on the wall to steady himself.

“Stay strong and swim.”

He collapsed without protest into Hunk’s hug. “I left them, right when it was almost home,” Lance cried into his shoulder. “It’s my fault we left, and now it’s my fault they have a missing son with no way to know if I’m even alive.”

Pidge was the first to join the hug, followed by Coran, then Shiro, until Lance was surrounded by his team.

“I...” he hiccuped. “I just didn’t want to be the reason another family was ashamed.”

“We’ve met aliens literally made out of rock, and you think we would think less of you for having a tail sometimes?” Keith said.

“We’re space family, dude,” Hunk added. “As in, travel-all-over-the-universe-fighting-for-equality-of-all-species space family. Heck, Keith’s half Galra, and it didn’t take long for us to realize how okay that is.”

“Your family will be waiting when this war is over, Lance. From what you’ve said about them, I would guess that they were never ashamed by you. You held together through each difficult time, and now we will be here to help you do it again,” Allura said. Breaking the huddle, Lance turned to her with shining eyes. “Thank you, really.” He glanced down and nearly laughed out loud.

“Seriously, though. Before all this bonding stuff, could I change out of Keith’s extra undersuit? It smells like it hasn’t seen the light of day for ten thousand years.”

“I’d take a gander it hasn’t,” Coran offered helpfully.

“Only if it’s to change into swimming trunks. There’s no way I’m not seeing this for myself; imagine if we could create special armor for your tail! Though it would have to be flexible, and have more water-resistance... Oh! The rest of your armor will need that too, right?” Pidge excitedly began tapping away on her laptop, and Hunk soon ambled over and joined her furious muttering.

Shiro walked up to Lance, who turned to see his face creased with concern. “Lance, we didn’t think less of you before, and we won’t now,” Shiro said. “I know, Shiro, I know,” Lance returned. “We’ve all got each other’s backs. There’s no way I won’t be flying home as soon as Zarkon’s six feet under, but for now, I’ve got a family right here.” He stretched and headed for the control room door.

“Let’s head to the next planet. The universe won’t explore itself!”

#langst #lance #lance mcclain #voltron lance #lance voltron #vld lance #lance vld #voltron #my writing #flying wingless #aaaaaaannnnndddd it's done!#thanks for reading #onwards to the million other prompts in my inbox!

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soundofez · 7 years ago

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spines to light the deep they walk (2b)

(maka yells at soul, is briefly terrified out of her wits, and then learns about mermaid siren culture.)

(warnings for violence and out-of-focus Sketchy Siren Shtuff, because seriously, they are alien and weird and more than a little bit Yikes.*)

(* in the context of what gets discussed, i think i have to clarify that Sketchy Siren Shtuff refers strictly to the enthralling of other sentient people. the rest of it might be alien and weird for certain [Western] definitions of alien and weird, but anyone claiming that it’s Yikes needs to take a good long look at themselves and their values.)

[ 1a | 1b | 1c | 1d ] [ 2a | 2b | 2c | 2d ]

Soul walks like a newborn, clinging to the sides of your little boat to stay upright. You spend a calm, sunny afternoon watching him struggle, until finally he falls to the deck with a hollow thump and a choice number of foreign curses. “Humans are really amazing,” he sighs, loudly enough that you hear him over the waves lapping at the sides of your boat.

The compliment leaves you wordless with outraged disbelief. His kind enslaves humans, and he has the nerve to call you amazing? It sounds less like he’s in awe of humanity and more like he’s enthusing over some previously unknown property of livestock.

“Really,” you say, flatly, once you have recovered your wits. “Amazing, really.”

He looks up at you, confused. “Yes?”

You lose your temper. “Really, we’re so amazing that you turn us into little more than household pets, guard dogs— dogs! We are dogs to you, and we’re amazing, our bodies are, just. Absolutely fantastic temperaments we have, so loyal and so affectionate and so amazing at walking upright on crafts of our own making, how wonderful that we can do a thing that we made ourselves able to do.”

He looks away during your outburst, and says nothing to defend himself when you’re done. You turn away from him, absolutely livid with the urge to punch his face in, held back only by the nagging fear that if you touch him, if he gets close to you, he’ll be able to enthrall you.

(You haven’t forgotten the day you’d pulled him from the ocean, how helpless you had been to refuse him when he’d begged his way aboard.)

“They don’t know how amazing you are,” Soul says at length, and you flinch at the honesty that radiates from every word. “They don’t— how could they know? They can never talk to you. The instant they do, you all… you lose yourselves.”

“I didn’t.” It’s a hollow victory, when you do not know how long you can resist the thrall, but you spit out the contradiction, looking for lies, seeking evidence to shore up your defenses against Soul’s enrapturing honesty.

There is a sibilant shuffling. You look back in spite of yourself and catch a glimpse of Soul pushing himself vaguely upright before you turn away again.

“You didn’t,” Soul agrees softly. “That’s why they’re hunting you— why they’re hunting me. I’m sorry.”

“I’m not sorry that I’m resistant,” you mutter.

Another pause, and dread churns in your gut like an impending storm.

“You are not… any more or less resistant than any other human,” Soul finally says. When you don’t reply (when you are too busy panicking over that answer to reply), he continues, “You were lucky. To have heard me first, you were lucky—”

“If I were lucky, I wouldn’t have run into you at all,” you interrupt, and he flinches in the face of your rage (why would he flinch, when you are at his mercy?), and you are bitter, you are despairing, you are terrified. “If I were lucky—”

If you were lucky, you never would have left Papa’s ship. If you were lucky, Papa wouldn’t have been a philandering scumbag, and Mama would never have vanished. If you were lucky…. You choke on your cursed luck, and you weep, and you face oblivion kicking and screaming.

But oblivion does not come, not even as you beat your fists on its upraised arms, not even as your terror subsides to weary resignation.

“Why don’t you enthrall me?” you demand, gripping Soul’s arms and wrenching at them until you can see his red, inhuman eyes. They are half-shut, and they squint defensively up at you.

“I thought you didn’t want to be enthralled,” he says, cautious.

“I don’t,” you snap, but you have no energy for more rage. “I just… Why, if you could enthrall me—”

“I can’t,” he interrupts. “I am not…” He bows his head. “I am not a siren. I cannot enthrall anyone.”

You stare down at him. “You… But you tried to enthrall me, when we first met.”

“I didn’t know, when we first met.” He bares his teeth in a facsimile of a smile that you observe with morbid fascination. “I didn’t know many things, when we first met. I didn’t know that humans were like you, for one. And I didn’t know that othersome… we don’t enthrall anyone, we undo thralls. That is why I am hunted.”

And just like that, your despair transforms into wonder. “You could free them,” you breathe. “You would free them, you would free the thralls, and where would that leave the sirens?”

“Not just the sirens,” he says. “The maids, too, would lose their hold.”

You frown. “The maids?”

“They do not surface very often,” he tells you. “Sirens come to seek thralls, but maids keep to the deep, and come up only to keep siren law.” His eyes narrow again. “But your kind do not have sirens or maids, do you? Only othersome.”

“Excuse you, I’m a maid,” you say, bristling. “Are you— are there only siren men?”

Soul blinks hard. “You— but you have no spines.”

You glance over your shoulder, toward your backbone, though you do not twist nearly enough to see it. “I’m fairly sure I have more spine than most of the men I have met,” you say dryly.

The idiom is lost on Soul. “You have no spines,” he insists, bewildered, and you find yourself agreeing. “How can you be a maid?”

The question rallies your thoughts. “I am a woman,” you say. “Meagre though my body may be, I think I would have noticed if I carried a p-package.”

Soul stares up at you. “I don’t understand.”

“That makes two of us,” you say. “The other siren, the one who tried to enthrall me— he was a siren?”

“Yes.”

“And a man.”

Soul squints. “He is siren, not maid, and certainly not man.”

“But sirens are all male?” you try.

“Wes is male,” he replies, “but there are mere.”

Your brows lift. “Mere.”

Soul grimaces. “Please forget I mentioned them. You are having difficulty enough with sirens and maids and othersome.”

“Can maids be male as well?” you ask.

“No? Maybe. We don’t know. They don’t tell us.”

“But they have... spines.”

“Spines to light the deep they walk,” Soul confirms.

Your mental image of a maid dissolves into an amorphous blob. You give up on understanding Soul’s definition of a maid. “And othersome?” you ask instead.

Soul splays his limbs like a starfish. “Spineless, like sirens, but tailless, like maids. Other.”

Human, you almost say, but the thought brings to attention how you are straddling him, and you burn hotter than the sun.

Wordlessly, you push away from him— if, indeed, he is a he at all.

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photograpia · 7 years ago

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What I Ate Wednesday: A Guide to Eating your Way Through Tokyo DisneySea

At 26, I remain a HUGE Disneyphile. I have always loved the movies, the music, the parks, the merchandise...but will admit the food (whether licensed by other food companies or at the other parks) has always probably been the exception. You can’t just slap something cute on something edible to make it good. It only works if it looks good and tastes good.

That changed when we spent an entire day eating through the Tokyo Disneysea Park. The snacks are so creative, so culturally diverse, and so Disney! Here were some memorable finds:

Pineapple Smoothie (¥400, Horizon Restaurant Terrace near the Nemo and Friends Explorer Ride)

This was like a pineapple slush with yellow pineapple boba. It’s pretty much an Asian, dairy-free version of the classic Disney pineapple dole whip.

Orange Churro (¥350, Horizon Restaurant Terrace near the Nemo and Friends Explorer Ride)

We were all very excited for this orange churro- I mean look at it! It is so adorably Nemo-inspired, down to those yellow and white stripes! But of all the snacks at the park, will probably recommend this is the one you skip. Churros were not meant to be orange. Instead...

Classic Churros (¥310, Open Sesame at the Arabian Coast)

Have the classic Churros at the Open Sesame Churros stand. We loved how these are piped out in a Mickey Shape! They’re also made fresh. A hot, sugary churro is a great snack to walk around a pretty chilly park with.

Curry Popcorn (¥310, Popcorn stand at the entrance of the Arabian Coast)

Tokyo Disneysea/Disneyland is pretty well-known for their popcorn buckets. Everywhere you look, you’ll find people with giant plastic character buckets hanging from their necks, filled to the brim with popcorn. Each segment of the park has popcorn in distinct (and sometimes strange) flavors, and these are pretty seasonal. To illustrate, these are the flavors they have for 2017:

Mediterranean Harbour: Cappuccino, Caramel

American Harbourfront: White Chocolate, Milk Chocolate, Black Pepper

Mermaid Lagoon: Sea Salt

Arabian Coast: Curry

That Curry popcorn changed my life. I intend to sprinkle curry powder on my popcorn from here on. It is so good. I also got to meet Aladdin right after having this, so that was pretty great.

Chandu’s Tail (¥310, Sultan’s Oasis, Arabian Coast)

I know what you’re thinking- “Who the hell is Chandu??” I thought the exact same thing for the entirety of our time at the park. I honestly thought that Chandu was Rajah, Jasmine’s (from Aladdin) tiger, but found out after we bought this bun that I was wrong. Chandu is Sinbad’s tiger. I’ve tried to google just what Disney franchise this is from (Is Sinbad a spinoff from Aladdin? Is it a regional East Asian character- like Upin and Ipin the Malaysian twins- that I’ve just never seen before? We may never know. If you know the answer to this, please do send me a message! Chandu is a huge character at the Disneysea Park. They even have a nice ride called Sinbad’s Storybook Voyage that is like a cross between It’s a Small World (Animatronics) and Pirates of the Caribbean (a boat ride in a dark tunnel). It seems impressive, but the ride (as with everything in the park) is entirely in Japanese, so I am still at a loss about this origin story.

That didn’t stop us however from searching for Chandu’s Tail, which we read was one of the most iconic snacks to have at the park. It definitely was a pleasant thing to have- a pillowy bun and a rich creamy chicken filling. If you’re Filipino or Chinese, it’s pretty much a Chicken cream siopao.

Sea Salt Ice Cream Monaka (¥350, Seaside Snacks, Port Discovery)

This is the one snack you can’t leave Disneysea without trying. The Sea Salt Ice Cream Monaka is the best ice cream snack I’ve ever had at a Disney Park- and I hope it’s something they start making a staple in their parks worldwide. It’s an adorable, crispy seashell-shaped ice cream sandwich (in that not generally appropriate for food but strangely works in this case shade of millennial pink) that has creamy, sweet vanilla ice cream between two layers of berry compote. The play of textures and flavors- crisp shell, soft and creamy vanilla ice cream, and tart berries. We could have had this over and over again throughout the day.

Muscat Cocktail (¥400, Nautilus Galley, Mysterious Island)

It was already a dream come true for us friends to be at a Disney park together, but even more so to realize we were there at a point in our lives where we could drink. We watched the sunset with some Frozen beers and Muscat Cocktails. The Muscat Cocktail is a deceptive beast- it tastes just like sparkling grape juice but will gradually warm you up in about half an hour. Well worth it for the price.

Little Green Alien Mochi Dumplings (¥360, Mama Biscotti’s Bakery, Mediterranean Harbour and the Food Cart outside Toy Story Mania)

I generally hate it when food is described as instagrammable, but there is no better description for these than that. These happy smiley dumplings come in strawberry, custard cream, and chocolate. As far as mochi goes it’s a pretty good version, but will admit they’re a pretty heavy snack to have.

As you can probably tell by now, we came to Disneysea for the attractions, but ended up spending the most time looking for and eating food. It was a pretty wonderful day.

Here are so additional fun food things I intend to try on my next trip:

Moscato Petaro (¥500, Ristorante de Canalet, Mediterranean Harbour)

Caramel Tiporuta (¥360, High Tide Treats, American Waterfront)

Peach and Raspberry Minnie Ice Bar (¥310, High Tide Treats, American Waterfront)

Strawberry Shaved Ice (¥310, Hudson River, American Waterfront)

Maple Cream Ball (¥360, Sultan’s Oasis, Arabian Coast)

#travel #food #disney #disneyparks #disneyfood #snacks #japan #tokyo #tokyo2017

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ourloveisforthelovely · 8 years ago

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Damages 2

A/n: Light smut

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Sophia woke up around 3 am and lay quietly for a few moments before getting out of bed and making her way down the hall. Peaking into the living room, Cas sat on one couch and Gabriel on the other. Both seemed dead set on ignoring the other. Sophia looked closely at Gabriel. His eyes were focused unblinking on the TV that was hanging on the wall. He didn’t even look in her direction like he normally would. Typically he would have given her a little smirk, snapped his fingers, and she would be on his lap.

She stood watching her lover a moment longer. When he didn’t make a peep in her general direction, Sophia turned and went back to bed. What she didn’t know was Gabriel did know she was there the entire time. The moment she walked away he knew that he had missed another chance to heal their broken bond.

Fast forward a few hours, Dean stood in the kitchen cooking breakfast. He hadn’t really spoken to Gabriel since the scene at the funeral parlor the day previous. Dean had no interest in talking to him either. He was too irritated at Gabriel for the way he was treating Sophia to have a logical conversation. It had been Sam, Dean, and Cas that had been trying to keep Sophia going lately.

He turned ignoring Gabriel, who looked like he was ready to start the apocalypse himself, and walked down the hall lightly knocking on Sophia’s door.

When she didn’t respond Dean gave up and went back to the kitchen.

Sophia meanwhile, sat in the over sized claw foot tub surrounded by bubbles. This was her morning routine now. Being alone in all the turmoil with aroma therapy seemed to be one of the only things keeping her sane.

Sinking down into the water laying at the bottom of the tub Sophia relaxed a little more. Laying underneath the water at the bottom of the tub, she could finally have some peace. She couldn’t hear any noise except the soothing sounds of the water around her moving. This gave her a break from everything outside of the bathroom. She didn’t have to think about Kathleen’s death or the drama with Michael. Most of all she didn’t have to think about Gabriel and their crumbling relationship. She had a feeling before long he would never return and all she would have was memories.

Gabriel meanwhile, walked into the bedroom looking down at broken vase at his feet. Titling his head to the side he wondered what exactly Sophia had been doing?

“Sugar?”

He glanced at the bed which was neatly made but no sign of Sophia anywhere. Walking into the bathroom, Gabriel raised an eyebrow when all he could see was a few of her little toes sticking out of the mass amounts of bubbles. He crossed his arm impatiently waiting for her to decide to surface. She would need to breathe at some point.

Finally after waiting long enough, Gabriel walked to the tub reaching down into the water pulling Sophia up. She coughed after apparently taking in a mouthful of water before pushing her soaking brown hair away from her face.

“What the hell?”

Sophia said coldly giving Gabriel a look of contempt.

“So are you trying to drown yourself or do a mermaid impression?”

Sophia stood ignoring Gabriel who was busy checking out her nude body.

“Neither….now will you stop oogling me and hand me a towel?”

Gabriel sighed realizing she was still angry with him. He shrugged before handing her the fluffy towel hanging on the opposing wall. Sophia wouldn’t meet his eyes as she wrapped the towel around herself blocking her nude body from his view.

“Come here before you fall.”

He said trying to be as tender as possible. Sophia didn’t fight Gabriel as pulled her from the tub.

“So what’s with you and baths?”

Gabriel asked trying to start up some kind of conversation. Sophia didn’t say anything. She walked into their bedroom squeezing water out of her hair. Gabriel sighed realizing he was getting nowhere. The moment she let the towel drop and started rubbing lotion over her breasts Gabriel couldn’t take his eyes away.

“We used to do a lot of shower play if you remember. But that was a long time ago…”

Sophia said making sure that Gabriel heard the long time ago part. Gabriel sighed.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t find you any less attractive now.”

Sophia shook her head.

“You try to be charming when you want sex but after you come you will go right back into asshole mode.”

Gabriel frowned again.

“Do you honestly think I just keep you around to have sex with? Please Sophia. If I wanted to just have sex I could get it all I wanted and I think you know that…that totally came out wrong. Sugar I don’t want anyone but you and I don’t keep you around just for sex. I keep you because I love you. Whether you believe this or not is up to you…our bond means everything to me. I know you are angry because I haven’t been around. Trust me I know and I don’t like it anymore than you do. I hate it! I hate being away from you. It physically hurts me at points not to mention when I sense all of your feelings and it makes that worse. Come on sugar have I ever lied to you?”

Sophia looked down shaking her head as Gabriel walked over gently taking her face in his hands tiling her head so she was looking into his eyes.

“I’m sorry about yesterday. My behavior was awful and you didn’t deserve that especially with Kathleen passing on. When this whole mess with my doofus brother’s gets straightened out I can take you to heave to see her. I promise you that she is fine.”

Sophia looked a little more relived at that comment. Gabriel smiled kissing her on the forehead.

“I just got crazy jealous seeing Dean touch you.”

Sophia giggled.

“So I guess a three way with him is out?”

She felt Gabriel freeze.

“Hells no. You’re mine sugar.”

Sophia whimpered when Gabriel pressed her against he wall holding her hands over her head.

“So I guess we are friends again?”

He asked softly before lifting her effortlessly so Sophia could wrap her legs around his waist. Sophia could only nod as Gabriel began to suck at the sensitive places on her neck. Gabriel chuckled.

“Truth be told I have been thinking about that tight little pussy of yours for so long. My hand just isn’t anywhere near as good as having you.”

Sophia whimpered as his free hand went between their bodies and began to massage her clit.

“Can’t you say anything sugar?”

He asked in that honey sweet voice that drove her crazy. Sophia could only nod as Gabriel snapped his fingers getting them into bed a little quicker.

“There now that’s better.”

He whispered cupping her breasts.

“Gabriel please…it’s been so long. I can’t handle foreplay right now. You can have all you want later.”

She managed to get out in little whines. Gabriel laughed again as he placed himself at her entrance.

“Whatever you want sugar.”

An hour or so later, after they manged to get out of bed, Gabriel and Sophia decided to go join the rest of their odd little family. Walking into the living room Sophia saw a woman she didn’t recognize. The woman looked like the literal definition of “being rode hard and put up wet.” At one point the woman must have been very beautiful but now was another story. Her black hair was in frazzled curls that went in every direction. She gave Sophia the impression that she was a Bellatrix Lestrange cosplayer.

The woman turned looking at Sophia before standing.

“Well there you are dear! I’ve been sitting in this damn room half the morning. Your friends are a little different.”

Sophia frowned looking around. The woman chuckled.

“Yes I’m talking to you! You don’t remember your own damn mother?!”

Sophia felt her mouth drop.

“Mama?”

The woman nodded eagerly but froze the moment Gabriel walked into the room.

“YOU!”

She gasped. Gabriel frowned looking at her like she had stepped off an alien spaceship. He looked at her a moment clearly trying to place who the hell she was.

“Ingrid? What the hell happened to you?”

He finally said as he wrapped his arm around Sophia’s waist protectively. Ingrid watched the display of affection with wide angry eyes.

“Get your filthy archangel hands off of her!”

Ingrid said coldly. Gabriel raised an eyebrow.

“Or what?”

His voice had went right back to archangel “I’m about to fuck you up” tone. Sophia looked between the two of them unsure of where all of the venom was coming from. She looked to her mother carefully.

“He’s my soulmate mother, I belong to him.”

Ingrid blinked.

“Is that what he told you dear? You poor little darling. This is much worse than I feared. Sweetie you’ve given him everything. I see that but what have you gotten in return? He ignores you, abandons you to his brother making him care for you, and he is so cold to you. If he loved you and you were his soul mate he would treat you like a princess. Let me guess he seduced you with pet names and sugary sweet promises? Has he promised you the moon too? He’s a typical archangel.”

Sophia froze in Gabriel’s arms. She couldn’t help but wonder how her mother knew all of this? Unable to look at Gabriel, who looked like someone punched him in the face, Sophia looked at her mother carefully.

“How do you know this mother?”

Ingrid grinned.

“He promised me the same thing many years ago. That’s right princess I stood where you are. Gabriel told me everything that he has told you than poof he was gone. The same thing will happen to you I am afraid.”

“ENOUGH!”

Gabriel said coldly as Sophia pulled out of his arms giving him the most profound look of betrayal.

“Don’t listen to her sugar! You know what we have and what you mean to me. This is your mother we are talking about. The angel who tried to kill you as a child. Are you really going to listen to her over me?”

Sophia met his eyes knowing Gabriel was telling the truth. She could sense it but it didn’t make it any easier knowing her boyfriend had slept with her mother years ago and hadn’t bothered to tell her.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

She asked in almost a whisper. Gabriel sighed angrily. They had just made up from their previous fall out and now here was another fucking road block! He glared at Ingrid wanting nothing more than to blow the bitch up.

“Sophia I’ve told you before all of the women that I have been with previously doesn’t matter. You’re what matters to me. My life before you didn’t have the meaning that it has now.”

Ingrid scoffed snapping her fingers as a little martini with an umbrella appeared in her hand.

“Sweetheart that is code for he’s slept for half of the country and probably heaven too if you want to be honest.”

Gabriel glared at Ingrid.

“Would you hush?”

He growled snapping his fingers to banish her but she didn’t move. Instead Ingrid began to laugh sounding like some awful witch.

“You can’t do anything to me Gabriel! You see I am with Michael now. He keeps me safe.”

Gabriel looked even more disgusted.

“Ugh he really is slumming. Tell Michel that I said good luck with the apocalypse and he sucks.”

Ingrid rolled her eyes standing up.

“He will be seeing you lot soon. Oh yes before I forget…Sophia dear he is even willing to let your little half breed status slide if you agree to join his side. It would be wise dear. Take it from your mumsie on your own you won’t survive here. I do love you so much and would hate to see you die due to some man whore of an archangel, two mortals, and another angel who just looks confused.”

Sophia frowned.

“They are my family mother.”

Ingrid sighed shaking her head.

“Just as I unfortunately imagined. Well it’s time for me to leave. Good to see you precious”

With that Ingrid was gone in a flash leaving everyone in an uncomfortable silence. Cas looked at Dean.

“She thinks I am confused? I was trying not to smite her!”

Dean nodded patting Cas’ shoulder.

“I think we all wanted to.”

Gabriel meanwhile, looked to Sophia who was standing motionless hands at her sides.

“Sugar please.”

She turned looking at him.

“Don’t sugar me! You knew who my mother was all along and you essentially lied to me! Just leave me alone!”

Sophia turned walking back into their bedroom slamming the door leaving the rest of her family in a second uncomfortable silence for a moment. Dean grinned looking at Gabriel.

“Hey Gabriel.”

“What?”

He said coldly.

“So how was that mommy/daughter action? Which one is better?”

Gabriel looked at Dean coldly for a moment before having the elder Winchester slammed against the wall.

“Don’t you ever mention Sophia in a manner like that you arrogant dick. I will throw your ass back to hell where Cas will never be able to save you again.”

Dean coughed as the wind was knocked out of him. Cas quickly walked over putting his hand on his brother’s back.

“Let him go and go cool off.”

Gabriel dropped Dean hard on the floor before instantly disappearing.

“Well so much for a peaceful Sunday morning.”

Dean moaned. No one else said anything. What was there to say? This was definitely not the morning they had envisioned in the slightest.

@greenappleeyes

#Gabriel #supernatural #SPN #spn fanfic #gabriel the archangel #Gabriel X OFC

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eastofthemoon · 8 years ago

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So I finished Voltron Season 2 and despite spoiler comments left on one of my fics I LOVED it. My thoughts are below the cut, and they are spoiler heavy. So, don’t read if you haven’t watched the whole season yet!

1. OMG Galra Keith confirmed! My theory on Thace being his dad is completely annihilated, but that’s okay, that’s what AU fanfics are for. For those wondering, yes I will finish part 2 and 3 of the What If The Storm Ends? seriess.

On that note, I am totally okay Thace not being Keith’s dad since we got an ALIEN MOTHER when it’s usually an alien dad in these stories.

2. Protective Mama Lions! YES! We saw protective Red Lion (which totally goes with my Raised My Lion series, you can totally bet I’m writing more for that now) and we saw Black Lion protect Shiro from Zarkon! THAT WAS AWESOME!

3. SPACE MALL! OMG! So much fic potential there, right there! I headcanon they kept the cow. I may have to write a fic of Hunk creating cheese and the space mice minds are like BLOWN AWAY by the taste.

4. ALFOR WAS A PALADIN confirmed, BUT WAS HE FOR RED LION?! If Keith takes over Black, then Allura taking over the Red Lion makes sense if her dad was the previous paladin.

5. Katara’s voice actress as a mermaid was to perfect. So many female aliens, and ruling female aliens.

6....There are female Galra.... Coran’s voice actor totally trolled me and I loved it.

7. Keith got so much development this season. I am seriously wondering if they’re setting up Allura/Keith ship later, with that said Keith and Hunk had a bonding episode. Loved it!

8. Had a merging of nature and technology. I totally thought they were going to go a technology vs nature root, but instead showed how the two can work together in balance. That was awesome and so was Pidge’s new power

9. WHERE IS SPACE DAD?!!!

10. Haggar is ALtean I KNEW IT!

11. Prince Lotor is in second season. I KNEW IT!

12. Half betting Keith’s mom is the leader of the other rebels.

*goes to collapse in pile*

#voltron spoilers #vld2 spoilers #voltron season 2 spoilers

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firelord-frowny · 6 years ago

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So! I saw Aquaman today and

I actually Don’t Like superhero movies at all, lmao, like, it’s not a genre that I typically enjoy, but I’ll see one if it stars an actor that I like. And I mean. What kind of person would I be if I passed up a chance to see a wet Jason Momoa for two hours???

On a surface level, it was a cute film. Not stellar (I’m biased, though, because I tend to find most superhero movies Abysmal by the standards of my tastes), but certainly nowhere near bad. It was... good! Fun, cute, satisfying... I have to just accept that unbearable cheesiness is intrinsic to the superhero film genre, so like... whatever, I guess lol. I did enjoy the action scenes. I didn’t WANT to like Aquaman’s mama at the beginning, but it’s hard not to love a woman character who starts beating up bad men with a stick.

And HOOOOBOY that ~black manta~ fella was FINE AS FUCK! Like!! I was only prepared for Jason Momoa’s fineness! I wasn’t ready for an ENTIRE ADDITIONAL piece of eye candy. Wow wow wow. Mmm. Delicious. His little vengeful origin story was... kinda dumb, though. Oh waaaah your daddy secured his own demise by being a mean old pirate and you’re mad because aquaman didn’t wanna help your daddy after your daddy SHOT HIM WITH A FUCKIN ROCKET, like??? grow up.

Also??? I love James Wan. His horror films have been some of the only horror films that I find actually horrifying, and I just! Didn’t know! That he could direct such an exciting action film!

But tbh lol the dialogue in this thing was kinda shit at times, but... the dialogue in superhero movies is always shit, if you ask me. In fact the only superhero movie I’ve seen where the dialogue was consistently Not Shit was Logan. And I’m pretty sure I’m not just saying that because I’m in love with Hugh Jackman. But yeah, like. The direction was good enough that I, a person who values writing/dialogue most in film, didn’t really care that the dialogue was silly.

But okay! On a DEEPER level, some things about the film bothered me.

I’ll preface by saying I don’t know shit about the dc comic universe, I don’t know shit about aquaman beyond what I saw in the film, and I don’t know shit about the mythology/lore/stories behind atlantis.

Now, Jason Momoa’s character was referred to as a “half breed” throughout the film. On one occasion he was even called a “mongrel.” And I mean, I get it - he’s half fishy man and half landy man. But like. He was also a man of color?? And the rest of the atlantians were light bright white folks... calling this brown fella a half breed... and it just... had deeper implications than what I felt emotionally ready to deal with when I just wanted to see a feel-good film starring my celebrity crush. And like. Honestly when I first became aware Jason Momoa would be playing Aquaman, I assumed that meant the rest of the Atlantians, or at least some of them, would be of a similar ethnic background to Jason. So... it’s disappointing to me that that’s not the case, I guess??

Another thing that bothered me was that Orm had 100% valid reasons for wanting to go to war with the surface. Basically, he’s pissed that surface people are destroying the oceans. Which, like... even most surface people are pissed about that! And he wanted to go to war to stop surface folks from polluting the oceans. There was even a disturbing moment toward the beginning where he caused what looked like millions of tons of garbage to wash up onto shores all across the planet, as if to show humanity, “see what you’ve done?”

And like... that never got resolved! The Little Mermaid lookin lady came and recruited Aquaman to “help stop a war that will result in the deaths of many people, blah blah blah,” and like.... okay, he helped stop the war and I guess saved people’s lives by doing so, but... are y’all gonna do anything about surface folks polluting the ocean??? Because... if you don’t have any plans for that... I’d like to go ahead with the war, please...

Idk, it just seems like such a Thing in these kinds of movies/stories where the so-called villain has a completely understandable and even justifiable gripe with the current order of things, and then that Thing just... never gets truly dealt with! See: Magneto wanting to stop humans from wiping out mutants. See: Amon wanting to stop benders from holding all the social and political power.

I get that a film or a show or a book can only be so long, and I get that not every storyteller is always interested in making a profound social commentary - sometimes you just wanna feel good and be excited - but I always consider it a real treat when a story that dares to bring up such profound and important issues, actually goes the extra hundred miles to confront and resolve those same issues that they dared to bring up in the first place.

So! That’s it. That’s my take on Aquaman.

OH WAIT NO. One more thing. It’s like. Slightly annoying that the only black characters were Bad Guys. And tbh the only reason I’m not extra mad about that is because at least black manta was fine as fuck. Gotdamn.

even though his helmet looked like a fucking joke. alien ant lookin ass. fuck outta here lmao.

#spoilers under the cut???

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