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Out of curiosity, how big do you consider yourself to be in the good omens fandom?
feels kinda like. big like a firework. i’m right in everyone’s faces if you’re up close and personal with the tumblr side of fandom, otherwise you might just see glimpses of my stuff without knowing it’s me. and am probably too loud and constant and will fizzle out of everyone’s mind before you know it 😂
#ask a rat#so weird man i wasn’t even expecting to draw or write anything#then did and thought i’d just. be sitting in my corner making stories for myself#then someone opened a jar of bees!!!!!!!!!
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having one of those nights where I'm staring at the ceiling like what if everything I'm doing is the wrong thing and I'm making every wrong decision ever and also in the back of my head going bitch what is this even About what is going on right now. you good??? hello?!
#local birb opens beak#jar of bees#someone in my head is having a Moment but 'tisn't me#and I don't know who 'tis
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I read the story about the tiny feral Orion Pax and I want a second part where Alpha Trion randomly showed up at the Autobot base and told stories about how feral Optimus was when he was just a sparkling to the Autobots and humans alike. I think Ratchet might remember the incidents as he might have had to repair the little monster a few times
Hmm well I doubt he'd actually turn up at base proper, but I CAN see Smokescreen being the one to speak of things Alpha Trion told him. Bonus funnies if he has no clue that "Orion Pax" Is Optimus Prime.
The other piece with Trion can be found here. Plus the series of Smokey things this is attached to can be found here.
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For once, the base was filled with laughter and cheer. After a particularly stressful battle, Wheeljack had seen fit to bring out high-grade for everyone's enjoyment. To 'let off steam' he said. Ratchet attempted to shut down the idea before it could fully root itself in the minds of those present, but surprisingly, Optimus permitted it. Perhaps the rumors weren't entirely true. Maybe Primes did party.
It hadn't taken long for the Wreckers to pull out cubes and start handing out Wheeljack's special brand of high-grade.Smokescreen had never been given the chance to indulge in the drink, but now that he was a warrior and Alpha Trion wasn't breathing down his neck, the overcharged liquid flowed freely. He felt a bit like a sparkling with his servo caught in the goodie jar, but he relaxed upon seeing Bumblebee whip out a straw and start going to town on his cube.
Admittedly, watching Bumblebee fuel was a bit unsettling since he lacked a good portion of his jaw, but Smokescreen simply refocused on his own treat.
The high-grade was sweet, almost like candy that had been melted down. And yet it was also bubbly, bordering on the texture and taste of a ration a few cycles from going bad. Despite both those things, Smokescreen found he enjoyed the drink, especially as a pleasant buzz started to run along his systems. The world seemed all the brighter as the high-grade quietly sent his auxiliary sensory protocols into hazy inactivity. Was this what the humans felt like all the time? Limited just to sight and hearing?
It was kind of novel.
As the high-grade flowed, Smokescreen noticed that the team seemed to share his feelings on the matter of overcharge. Before too long, bots laughed and sang; a few even began to open up. Smokescreen watched it all from the sidelines for the most part, listening as the Wreckers began exchanging stories and Arcee went into detail about a few of her more exciting missions. Even Bee chimed in with a retelling of some fun events that went on during training. But the story swapping didn't really get wild until Ratchet of all bots spoke up.
"There was this one time I had to patch up Orion. He apparently decided it would be a fantastic idea to attempt parkour like Jazz. Without any training, no less." The team laughed. Smokescreen snickered into his drink. The name Orion sounded familiar, but it was not something that immediately registered in his memory banks.
"Jazz dragged him into my clinic with a broken leg, one dislocated shoulder, half his plating shredded, and his right audial half torn off." Ratchet laughed, nudging Optimus with a shoulder. The Prime didn't comment and instead smiled softly as he sipped his drink. The team joined the medic in his mirth, commenting quietly and giggling like younglings.
"According to someone, 'it seemed like a great idea at the time'." The medic chuckled into his high-grade, more than a little buzzed due to it. As he did so, Smokescreen recognized the name at last.
"Oh, I think I know who you are talking about! Orion Pax! The head archivist! Alpha Trion told me all about him!" Smokescreen's words, thank Primus, didn't end up coming out too slurred as he spoke up. The team paused in their activities, their optics falling on him in interest. Even Optimus's optics widened in what he could only assume was interest. Smokescreen suffered momentary stage fright, but he continued on with his thought.
"Trion said that Orion was brought into the archives when he was still a sparkling, and that he was a little menace." Ratchet laughed outright at the statement, slapping Optimus's shoulder in amusement before going back to his drink all giggly. Wheeljack poured himself and the rest of the team another cube in response.
"Well, don't keep us waiting, kid. What'd the old cogger say?" Wheeljack grinned like a terrorcon, earning a baleful glare from Optimus. Smokescreen, however, in his high-grade fueled stupor, didn't recognize any potential danger and continued on with his story. Everyone seemed to be enjoying it after all.
"I never would have guessed the head archivist would be the way he was, but according to Trion, he liked to lick datapads." There was a momentary silence, one only emphasized by Optimus staring at Smokescreen in horror. He almost regretted opening his mouth, but that fear went flying out the window as Ratchet cackled and promptly slapped the nearest surface as he wheezed out his laughter. He was almost incoherent as he pointed at Optimus, his optics flashing with emotion only brought out by overcharged drinks. "I fragging knew my medical texts had fluid on them!" Smokescreen stared at Ratchet in momentary concern, but his focus was drawn back to the story he was telling as Arcee gave him a wolfish grin along with a question.
"He licked datapads?" The two-wheeler looked to be trying desperately to keep her composure. Smokescreen couldn't exactly blame her. There weren't many bots who had habits like the old head archivist. Licking datapads of all things, he could hardly picture the sanitary concerns. But then again, Smokescreen wasn't much better with a few of his well-hidden preferences.
"Yeah! Guess the head archivist thought they tasted good or something. Trion said Orion Pax never really got over the habit and occasionally gnawed on them when stressed." That was enough to have Bulkhead leaning against the nearest wall for support. Ratchet for his part dropped to his knees, clutching his abdomen as his vents flared in response to his howling laughter. He seemed to find it far more funny than anyone else, but the Doctor's reaction urged Smokescreen on, especially as Bumblebee snorted into his drink and splattered it on his face.
"That wasn't all he did, though! Alpha Trion told me all about how the head archivist used to climb the pillars in the archives! There were still claw marks in the metal when I was there." Another round of spark clenching laughter met his declaration. Arcee outright wheezed, trying desperately not to look in Optimus's direction. Bumblebee wasn't much better, or Wheeljack for that matter. Both looked a moment away from combusting as they tried to hold back laughter. Bulkhead just leaned harder against the wall, a servo brought up to his mouth as Ratchet cackled on the ground.
Smokescreen paused in his story, watching the team and their frantic attempts to not look at their Prime. He tilted his helm in confusion, watching as Optimus held his cube with a neutral expression. However, looking closer through his auxiliary heat sensing systems, Smokescreen could catch the faintest hints of what looked to be a blush of all things. Was this what the rumors meant when they said Primes didn't party?
"I was given the head archivist's old room while I was there, for that matter. It was just me with Trion most of the time, so I got the closest room to his, which just happened to be Pax's." Smokescreen rubbed his neck a little sheepishly, sensing that there was something he might have missed.
"He had some weird habits, sure. But I got to see a few of his old records, and he seemed really nice! Just a bit off is all." Somehow, his attempt at easing the strange tension coming from Optimus did the exactly opposite. He could almost see the way Optimus's shoulders slumped as Ratchet continued to lose his mind on the ground, drink forgotten.
"What sort of habits?" Bumblebee chimed in, his binary tones still a bit difficult to decipher, but not impossible. Smokescreen paused for a moment, unsure if he should continue seeing how stressed Optimus appeared. He wasn't sure why the Prime seemed so uncomfortable, but it was probably a good idea to not tempt fate.
"I uh… I don't want to damage the poor mech's reputation since he's probably not around anymore." Smokescreen fiddled with his drink, his enthusiasm dimmed. But before he could fully close himself off, Ratchet hobbled his way over, grinning and tapping Smokescreen's chassis.
"Go on, tell us about it. I can assure you, as one of Orion's oldest friends, he won't be upset." Smokescreen reset his optics. But seeing the entirety of the team, save for Optimus, looking enthused… well he couldn't exactly say no, now could he?
"Well, Orion Pax had a hero wall in his room. It was well hidden. I found it behind a wall panel that I kicked by accident." Every passing moment made Optimus look more and more willing to perish. All the while, the team leaned in closer, eager to hear to an almost rabid degree. Smokescreen was more than a little nervous, but he continued on.
"The whole thing was covered in posters and snippets of gladiators, various political figures, and a LOT of Soundwave pics. Guess Pax was into freaky mechs." Uproarious laughter met Smokescreen's words as Ratchet moved over to Optimus and slapped his arm, his optics bright and hazy from the high-grade and amusement. Finally, Optimus frowned in discontentment and Smokescreen took that as his cue to wrap up.
It seemed like the Prime was done with the whole partying business.
"To be fair, it was very beautifully put together!" More laughter met him, this time from Bumblebee and Wheeljack who had to lean on the nearest surface for support. Arcee just shook like a bomb about to go off, her grip on her cube shaky and uncertain as she fought back a smile. Bulkhead just wheezed in the corner.
Smokescreen fidgeted with his digits nervously.
"I… I saved something from his room, actually." The laughter eased for a moment as the team looked over at him curiously. Even Optimus's frown relaxed a degree as Smokescreen hastily dug through his sub-space. He didn't have to know why Optimus seemed so uncomfortable with the discussion. For all he knew, Orion might have been a good friend. It seemed like a good idea to pull out something less humorous.
It took him a moment, but soon enough, Smokescreen pulled out a small vial. It glowed blue, showing the innermost energon within it. Smokescreen almost felt bad holding the thing. Innermost energon was only meant for mecha important to an individual, and here he was, some random guardsmech who rooted around in the head archivist's room. The only reason he'd picked it up and shoved it in his subspace to begin with was because he originally intended to give it to Alpha Trion for safekeeping. Of course, that had to have been the very same night the attack on Iacon occurred.
"Is that-?" Bulkhead spoke up, but cut himself short as Optimus stepped forward, his optics wide.
"Innermost energon… a gift intended for an amica." Any laughter died in it's cradle as Optimus tenderly reached out. Smokescreen didn't hesitate to pass over the vial, watching as the mood shifted into something more solemn.
The Prime ran his digits over the small vial, his optics cycled wide as if he were a newbuild. His field pulsed in waves of old sorrow for a long moment, earning him a gentle touch from Ratchet once the Doctor composed himself enough to come closer. The rest of the team stayed silent, each of them seeming to know something important regarding Optimus and Orion Pax that Smokescreen was not privy to.
"Did you know archivist Pax? If that's the case… I'm sorry for throwing his secrets around. I just assumed that with the war and all, considering he was a civilian, he probably didn't…" Smokescreen trailed off, not wanting to meet the gazes of anyone present as the high-grade in his system eased enough to let him think clearly. What sort of aft mocked the dead? Slag, he'd messed up.
"I intended to gift this to Soundwave in the hopes that by being amica, we might be able to grow close enough to help Megatronus more efficiently." The words registered, but they did not fully compute as the Prime lifted the vial, watching it sadly.
"It was to be a bond to bind us for a lifetime, as Megatronus's right and left servos. His guides and aids in the battle for Cybertron's freedom." Ratchet held Optimus's arm, his field pulsing in age old grief that Smokescreen could hardly comprehend. The rest of the team simply observed.
"I planned to gift this token after our meeting with the High Council… but that event destroyed any brotherhood that might have lingered between us." A deep sigh escaped the Prime then, the air growing heavier with ancient regret.
"I lost more than just Megatronus that cycle. I lost so much more than him." With a weary flare of his field, Optimus held the vial a little longer before passing it back to Smokescreen. Only as he held it did everything click.
"You are Archivist Pax?" Optimus smiled ever so slightly at that.
"I was, long ago. But Orion no longer lingers here. He is but an echo of a happier time." With that, the Prime turned to leave, seemingly done with it all.
"Please, enjoy your evening. Do not allow my lamentations to ruin your celebrations." Without another word, Optimus hurried off toward his hab. The team watched in worry for a while, and Smokescreen fiddled with the vial while contemplating the implications of everything. But eventually, the team returned to their activities. Wheeljack put on a movie and poured more drinks. Bulkhead set up makeshift seating, Bumblebee sat down to watch the film with Arcee. Ratchet, for his part, passed out without meaning to five kliks into the movie.
Smokescreen took the opportunity to step away and follow after Optimus, soon finding himself knocking on the Prime's door.
When it opened, Smokescreen held out the vial, his door wings dipped in anxiety.
"I'm sorry for saying all that stuff about you! I didn't mean anything by it! And… I'm sorry I brought up bad memories." He didn't look up, he couldn't bring himself to. Without intending it, he'd hurt Optimus's reputation and brought up old losses. He'd messed up.
"Smokescreen."
Optimus's voice was gentle, almost sad as he reached out and pressed the vial back into Smokescreen's servos. His optics widened in shock, quickly forcing him to start up at the Prime in confusion.
"Do not feel guilty for what you have done. It was in good faith, and I know your spark." The Prime smiled tenderly as he clasped Smokescreen's shoulder, a fond gesture that seemed both so very right and wrong all at once.
"This is yours. It's your innermost energon. Don't you want it back?" His question rang out, unanswered for a long while. But after a klik, Optimus shook his helm.
"It is a remnant of a time long gone by. I would rather it come to new servos and represent something other than what it was originally intended to signify." With that, the Prime's servo moved down. The next thing Smokescreen knew, Optimus was holding his servos, a kind expression on his face.
Why? Why would Optimus trust him with such a thing?
"I don't understand." He murmured faintly as he heard the distant sounds of the movie playing in the background.
"You were also a student of Alpha Trion. You served him as I did, so long ago." Optimus, to Smokescreen's shock dropped to a knee to put them on equal level. He had no words. How could he? Optimus was on his knees just so they could speak at the same level.
"We are all that remains of our master, and in a sense, that ties us together." Smokescreen's field flared in disbelief, but also… relief. He'd been alone in his thoughts since his arrival. The team didn't know him, so they didn't really talk to him. The humans were nice enough, but they could never understand.
To know he had someone who cared? Who knew the loss?
"We're kind of like brothers then." Smokescreen laughed softly, nervously even. But Optimus didn't refute him. The Prime simply hummed and squeezed his servos. Somehow, that simple act conveyed more than words ever could.
"Keep this token of my youth, Smokescreen. Erase the sorrow it brings with a new promise, or perhaps remembrance for our departed teacher." Quietly, Optimus released his grip and stood back up, his expression strangely peaceful. He stood in his doorway for a while, seemingly thinking. Then, he nodded.
"If all else should fail, remember me, little brother." Then, just like that, the door slid closed.
Smokescreen stared for a while, unable to move. When he did, he meandered back to his room in silence, staring down at the small vial.
"Brothers…"
He murmured into the night, and as he did so, his view of the Prime shifted. Optimus was his leader, his idol, his Prime.
But beneath all that, hidden behind layers of rank and order, was someone he could trust. Someone who understood.
A mech he might one day dare to openly call a friend.
#well this got angsty without meaning to#whatever its good soup#transformers#maccadam#transformers prime#optimus prime#team prime#ratchet#bumblebee#bulkhead#arcee#smokescreen#smokey optimus brotherhood for life
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Pollen and Potions: Bee-men x afab!reader
PART SIX
NSFW
Well. More bond mating smut. And yes, their will be more parts. And more smut! Anywho, enjoy~
Rena stared down at your bare breasts, eyes full of curiosity and interest. You leaned back into Lyiths chest, his hands moving in front of you, trying to fiddle with the buttons of your jeans. Rena smirked down at him, before reaching over with her second pair of hands and unzipping them. Lyith pulled you up, positioning your hips enough so that Rena could pull your pants off, leaving you in a pair of white panties with little bottles on them. ‘Honey’ was scribbled on the jars and you cringed internally. You had bought a bee themed panty pack a week before you had moved into the cottage.
Rena examined your undies before throwing back her head and cackling. “What a strange garment. I wonder if it tastes as sweet as its labeled.” She took one of her hands and traced around the edges of the underwear with her fingers, achingly slow, then reaching down to the start of a wet splotch that had seeped through the fabric. Just as slowly, she rubbed back and forth against the splotch, tracing the opening of your lips. She laughed again, then took some of the slick collected on her finger to her lips.
She blinked up at you with big eyes. “They were right. Sweet as our best batch of honey.”
Your core churned with heat, her gaze making you clench around nothing. Lyiths hands moved from your waist up to your breasts, tracing little meandering lines on the skin. The sensation made your nipples perk and Rena watched them with introgue.
It occurred to you that this must be a very new experience for them, considering they were not fully mammalian. Rena used the pad of her fingers to trace around your areolas, and up the tip of your nipple, making you quiver. The skin on her first pair of hands was rougher, and it felt incredibly good. She pinched your nipples experimentally. Her other hands roamed your happy trail, down your stomach to your hips. Lyith continued to message the skin of your breasts.
Lyiths head was leaning over and into your ear. He blew into it experimentally and as you breathed out a moan came with it. All the attention and the fact that three pairs of hands were groping your body was incredibly titillating. You were getting wetter under their eyes and your sensitive nipples only made things worse. Your core pooled molten, and you felt yourself heat up.
You had never felt so open and on display, the fact that their was no door to the room making your tensions tighten. Any minute someone could come in and see you bare and moaning. That is, if they didn’t feel the wave of your lust from the hallway.
“We are all that matters right now.” Lyith breathed in your ear, putting his lips to your neck and biting down. You groaned at the shock and the sweetness of it. You could feel Lyiths growing need against your ass. Rena leaned down and started licking and nipping the skin of your breast, eventually making way to your nipples, causing you to shake.
She noticed, and started to play with them in tandem. One of her hands had pushed your panties aside and started tracing up and down your slit. You mewled as she traced over your clit and she stopped.
She then, slowly traced over it again and, saw how you went limp. You were not able to do anything but feel sensation.
“Oh, is this a place you like, little Queen?” She purred, starting to rub it with vigor. You cried as she started to play with it, making different shapes and taking breaks to trace down to your entrance and back up again. Fuck did it feel good. You wondered if Bee-men women had clits and you looked down, surprised to see that while she did have a slit, something was starting to peak out, a long, girthy something. It had bumps and ridges, a shape you had never seen before.
She noticed your attention shift and cooed at you.
“See what you do to me little Queen?” You felt her push her mind to yours, her rich heady arousal filling your head. You joined her and you felt her smugness at your obvious need and lust. Something about sharing your mind with her made you more sensitive, and you started moaning louder as she rubbed you and played with your wetness.
You could feel it, a sudden magic being worked and she brought one of her hands to her mouth, taking two fingers deep into it. She then pulled them out, slick and glistening under the light, then reached them down to slowly pump into you. She worked the liquid into your twitching walls, exploring. Behind you Lyith murmured praises and groaned as he humped himself into the crevice between your asscheeks, sliding around the Bee-men equivalent of precum. You didn’t see him, but his length felt long. You wondered what it looked like, when suddenly, a strong shot of warmth, like lightning started to take place between your walls.
You were a trembling shaking mess, and if you had felt needy before, your were practically desperate now. You felt a sort of fuzzy sensitiveness in your walls, a feeling adjacent to need. It was strong, and demanding, and you could barely see with how much you needed something to be inside you. You started humping into Renas hand, sliding up and down against Lyiths length as you went. All blushing, and embarrassment gone, you needed to be fucked. Right then. Right now.
A part of you knew it was Rena’s magic. She was painting more and more of this magic saliva along your walls, seemingly trying to cover every inch of it. You whine loudly into her ear, and bit her shoulder hard in frustration. She giggled at you.
“I have to do this properly if we want this to take, little one. Now keep your mind and your legs nice and open for me.” She whispered. You were sweating profusely now, the sweat on your back and chest making their fur damp in the process.
Rena’s hands continued to pump into you, angling just the right way to make you grunt and drool. Your inside was so incredibly wet, you bet the squelching sounds could be heard from the hall. Your release was so close. You were so close. You felt another nip on your shoulder as Lyith came, his voice a beautiful song. You could feel his eyes flutter along your skin, and that knowledge sent you over the edge too. You rode out the wave of blinding heat as Rena leaned down to kiss you.
Her tongue licked at yours experimentally before completely claiming your mouth like she had your cunt. Her saliva was sweet and tasted of her magic and she continued to feed her own need for release, a need to be touched and fuck and to be fucked all inside your head. Her saliva wasn’t just an aphrodisiac, it was pining her magic to you, her mind to you, everything that she was, it was all over your insides.
She finally adjusted you, putting her girth up to your hole before murmuring a chant that sounded like a mix between human and the buzzing texture of her purrs. Her mind was full of want, of instinct and devotion.
“I give my body and mind to you. I claim you as my Queen, to serve until my mind turns quiet and my wings beat their last beat.”
If Rena had ever been serious in her life, it was at this moment. Your gazes locked and opened yourself to her completely. You would accept all of her. Every flaw and piece.
At that moment, she pushed into you, all of her in one swift motion. You both groaned out, your minds a landscape of white sparks and fire. She started pumping, her ridges dragging deliciously against your walls. It was good thing she had prepped you, because her girth was formidable. The friction left you drooling as she fucked you dizzy. You felt like goo, barely able to keep your head upright from how intense the feelings were.
She had not just entered you physically, but you could feel herself attach to some incredibly intimate part of your mind. The harder she pumped, the more she connected and you knew she would never leave you.
As your second orgasm started to build, you felt it. The last nail to the wall, to mount her to you forever. If you drilled it in yourself, you would be her queen until your last days. You felt a piece of her tense in worry. A scared vulnerable piece of her. She had given you everything and if you rejected her now, she would never live down the shame, never be able to take another queen.
You took all of her in your mind, cradled her as close to you as possible, and pushed the two of you over the edge. In that moment the two of you cried out, heat and pleasure crashing through your mind and forms.
She filled you with her warm cum, your dripping cunt taking every inch as she pumped you through your high. Your hearts beat as one in that moment, and you stayed like that for an impossibly long time.
When the two of you came down, you collapsed into each other. You rolled over, her dick soft, inside you. Lyith made a happy trilling sound and sculpted himself to your back, purring and humming in a sing song way. He was actually singing now, in a celebratory tone.
Rena could only purr and trill happily, her eyes foggy as she put her hand up to push back your damp locks.
You leaned into her touch, sated and happy. You could feel her bond in the back of your mind, next to Lyiths. You had to admit to yourself, now that the need was starting to recede, that this was a scary situation.
Your Lyith and Rena had put their lives in your hands, to heal or hurt, to command, or to reject. The power was all yours.
“Everything will be alright. Anything scary, we will deal with it together.” Lyith breathed at you. Rena, still coming down from her high nodded, making her same trilling noise. It conveyed an emotion you didn't have human words for. It was ajoy of being seen and accepted. Of being whole. It was a vulnerable, sincere love being conveyed. You leaned over and kissed her.
You slowly pulled her girth out of you, causing her to groan and wrinkle her nose. You turned to Lyith and kissed him as well, before laying on your back and sighing.
I totally am going to freak out when I fully process this, you thought to yourself, before relaxing your consciousness into the embrace of sleep.
Part Seven
#monster fucker#monster lover#monster#monster x reader#terat0philliac#teratophillia#bee hybrid#bee hybrids#bee hybrid × reader#bee hybrids x reader#bee monsters#monster x human
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mindfuck
Dave York x f!Reader
Summary: Dave hypnotizes you.
Rating: Explicit (18+ only)
Word Count: 2.8k+
Warnings: hypnokink, not entirely good praxis of hypnosis, humiliation, implied infidelity, praise, smut, unprotected piv, D/s dynamic, dom dave, literal mind fucking so like a bit of body horror get into it
Notes: For @iamasaddie kinky May writing challenge. Prompt was hypnosis + Dave York. I found a lot of inspiration for this from a post in r/EroticHypnosis about mindfucking (can find again if anyone wants the link - lemme know!). Posting this in a hurry bc I am late to a thing so hopefully not tooooo many missed mistakes. OK THANK YOU FOR READING!!!
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All your life you wished you could turn off your thoughts at will.
Growing up, on those nights where your crowded head wouldn’t let you sleep, you would imagine twisting off the top of your skull like a jar lid and plopping your brain on the nightstand. It even worked sometimes, too, if you tried hard to convince yourself. When reminders of an upcoming math test or images of that cute boy in class crept into your purview, they had nowhere to go. They evaporated, and you slept.
Dave says you’re too smart for your own good. Sometimes when you’re lost in thought, he tells you he wants to empty that pretty little head of yours. Not in a condescending way, although you can see how someone might interpret it like that.
What he means is that he wants you to be with him when you’re with him. What he means is that he wants you to be present. Not thinking about the past or the future. Not reminding yourself of deadlines or analyzing the data stored in your brain or wondering what you mean to him exactly.
The first time he suggested hypnosis, you balked. Even after he explained how it worked, you were hesitant enough for him to drop the subject.
When he brought it up again, though, your skepticism swayed. You asked him for more details, so he dispensed the pros and cons and the step process. He could do it for you, he said. He knew how. He said he could rattle the bees from your buzzing honeycomb brain. All you had to do was trust him with this power.
So you did.
And you do.
Your valiant beekeeper meets you at this hotel every other Tuesday night, except on holidays. This isn’t the only one-on-one time he dedicates to you, but it’s by far the most reliable. He doesn’t always hypnotize you, either.
Regardless of whether he puts you in a trance or not, this standing date always starts the same. He slips you the keycard at some point throughout the day, only after he’s adorned it with a vase full of seasonal blooms and laid out something for you to wear.
Tonight he left you lilacs and matching lingerie. Intricate floral appliqués embellish the pastel nightie he laid out on the bed.
Opulence becomes you when you slip it on and pour a glass of champagne from the bottle Dave left to chill on ice. You mosey around the spacious high-end suite, sipping frosty bubbles as you admire the birds-eye view of downtown, the tall buildings and bustling city life all drenched in golden light from the setting sun.
As the time nears eight o’clock, you empty your champagne flute and make yourself comfortable on the plush bed. Crystals hanging from the chandelier fragment soft white light into dazzling tiny spectrums, sparkling rainbow when the door to the suite opens, then closes.
Dave enters the room with an air of authority that makes you straighten your spine and draw back your shoulders. After chucking off his jacket, he empties his pockets on the dresser and loosens his tie, then turns around to meet your gaze.
His stern expression melts as he looks you over, seeming to appraise how your body fills out the lilac nightie. Heat sparks in the middle of you when he greets you, “Hey beautiful.”
“Hi.”
He approaches your side and takes a seat at the edge of the bed, rolling the sleeves of his dress shirt, “Comfortable?”
Nodding, you sit up to pull him in for a kiss. His plush lips respond without hesitation, firm but generous as he slips a wide palm around your body and brings you even closer.
When he pulls back, he asks, “Are you ready?”
“Ready.”
He cradles your jaw, searching your face with blatant admiration before separating his body from yours. You lay back into the soft embrace of the pillows and wiggle around until you find the sweet spot of comfort while Dave drags an armchair to your bedside and sits down. Once you’re both settled and still, he begins.
“Close your eyes.”
You close them.
“Take a deep breath in…”
You take in air until you can’t.
“…and slowly release it.”
You exhale, rationing your metered breath through a straw-sized ‘o’ formed by your lips.
“Good. Take a deep breath in… two three four… and slowly release it. Deep breath in… two three four… now slowly release it.”
Behind closed lids, you concentrate on the rhythmic ebb and flow of your lungs contracting and expanding. His warm voice surrounds you. Envelops you.
“That’s it. Keep breathing just like this. Each time you inhale, draw the life from your breath, and exhale the rest. Notice how cleansing it feels to let it go. How the tension melts from your muscles every time you take a deep breath in…”
You inhale.
“…two three four…”
Hold it.
“…and slowly release it.”
Then exhale.
“Perfect. Keep doing that. Now imagine that every time you take a deep breath in, a warm wave washes over you… and as you slowly release it, the tide carries away tension, allowing your muscles to soften and relax…”
Each big lungful heats the tar holding your body together. You dissolve into the mattress as Dave’s deep, honeyed voice resonates through you.
“Again, take a deep breath in as the warm wave of relaxation washes over you, two three four… and slowly release it as the tide carries away your tension, allowing your muscles to soften and relax. Concentrate on my voice. Recognize it as a touchstone. If your mind starts to wander, have it return to the touchstone, return to my voice, and relax even deeper.”
Trees tower above you, stretching high into the pale blue sky. The moss-covered rock before you glows as he speaks.
“Notice how relaxed you feel. Notice that every time the warm wave of relaxation washes over you, two three four… tension melts from your body as you allow yourself to sink deeper and deeper into the sensation. Allow the relaxation to seep from your muscles into your bloodstream… to course through your veins and calm every cell in your body.
“Focus on your face. All those tiny little muscles in your forehead and around your eyes, notice how relaxed they are. Notice how the relaxation melts the muscles in your cheeks and jaw, letting your mouth go slack. You might feel as though you want to speak, but find yourself so relaxed that you can’t. That’s ok, because it feels good and safe to let the words dissolve on your tongue. Doesn’t it?”
When you try to respond, your lips don’t move. This fact doesn’t bother you. It feels good and safe in the forest, staring up at the treetops.
You realize you’re floating in a pond. You hear birds peacefully chirping and know it’s just you and them and the touchstone for a million miles.
Everything feels profound, but simple. You are small and big like a speck of dust or a galaxy. You are safe. You are at peace.
“Doesn’t it feel so good to relax, darling?”
Your fingertips rest against the soft moss of the touchstone.
“Yes, it does,” you tell it.
It glows with a satisfactory hum that vibrates through you.
“Perfect. Continue to focus on my voice. Soon, I will ask you to open your eyes, then close them. When you close your eyes, you’ll notice a warm wave of relaxation washing over you, turning knots into snarls and snarls into strands, every muscle in your body gently untangling as you allow them to go limp and heavy…”
You understand and follow his instructions.
“Open your eyes and take a deep breath in, two three four… and slowly release it, closing your eyes, letting the warm wave wash over you and pull you in deeper.
“Soon, I’ll ask you to open your eyes again. When you close them, you’ll notice the warm wave of relaxation wash over you even stronger than before, pulling you even deeper.
“Open your eyes, two three four… and close your eyes, sinking deeper and deeper. Good job. We’ll do it one more time, and when you close your eyes and relax, sink as deep as you can, all the way to the bottom. Open your eyes, two three four… and close your eyes.”
You’re lying in a meadow of wildflowers outside the forest, looking up at the serene blue sky. The earth beneath you is solid and brings you an immense sense of comfort.
“I want you to think about desire. Think about that warm, lush longing inside you. Concentrate on how good this sensation feels in your body, pleasure swelling thick at the center of you.”
His voice surrounds you, but you don’t see its source. The soothing timbre resonates from the wildflowers and the earth and the sky, from everywhere and nowhere all at once like how you imagine God sounded to Old Testament prophets.
You bring your focus to desire. It does feel good. Amazing, actually. Tangible like a glowing ball of heat between your thighs that throbs with each syllable he speaks.
“Allow the sensation to grow. Let it stretch and pulse and heat your skin. Let your mind empty of everything except this arousal. When thoughts arise, you let them fall away and arousal fills the empty space. You’ll let this happen over and over again until your head is empty of everything but arousal. Do you understand? You can speak now, darling, go ahead and answer.”
“Yes.”
“Try it for me.”
You acknowledge the cognitions that populate your mind. When you think about how you need to put gas in your car, you imagine the reminder dropping away, then imagine the warm wanting glow of desire branching up through your body to take its place. You think about a work project, but it loosens and falls into an abyss. Desire floods the space in its wake, a thick hot liquid that glows with light like lava, spreading to each new vacancy with ease as the thoughts drop from your consciousness.
“How does it feel?”
“Good,” you breathe, voice faint on your tingling tongue.
“Do you like how it feels, being horny and mindless?”
Your husband’s face appears, taking up your whole mind, then falls away. Rich, bubbling pleasure surges through you to fill the gap. You have to suppress a moan to respond.
“I like it,” you nod, “Fuck, it feels amazing.”
“Good girl. Now, you might notice something interesting happen when I ask you a question. You might notice that when I ask you a question, you’ll try to form a thought to answer. When you do this, you’ll feel my cock enter your mind. It’s bigger and harder than you’ve ever seen it, swollen and thick and so fucking ready for you, darling. When you try to form a thought, it pushes forward into the wet hot folds of your brain, severing the connections that typically allow you to think, preventing a response from forming. My cock pulls out, and slowly thrusts forward again, pushing out the thoughts, over and over for as long as you consider a response to my question. It becomes impossible to focus. You might notice that this penetration feels like it would in your pussy. My hard cock rutting in and out, sending waves of arousal through your body, fucking the thoughts from your head. Every time my cock moves, you’ll try to respond but cannot make yourself focus. It feels amazing. You give in to the sensation, allowing it to overtake you completely. When you’re fully saturated with arousal and nothing else, my cock pulls out of your mind.”
Your skin feels static and warm when you imagine him pushing his smooth, throbbing length into your brain. A shaky whimper croaks in your throat. Your heart thuds heavy within your chest, circulating desire, warm and wet, to every cell in your body.
“You might notice that when I ask you another question, any attempts at thought or sensations that come up except arousal will be fucked from your head until you surrender to the arousal. It feels good to be dominated in this way. To let pleasure consume your entire being.”
Licking your lips, you nod to show you understand.
“Now when I ask you a question, you’ll allow your subconscious to follow my instructions. Are you ready, darling?”
“Yes.”
“How was your day?”
When you try to recall your day and formulate an answer, the tip of his cock pierces the equator of your brain, splitting the hemispheres. He drives forward slowly, steadily, making you moan as he stretches you apart and tears all those delicate tissues that generate thought. Still, you try.
My day, how was my day…
He drags his cock out, then drives it deeper inside you.
Day… how was…
Your nerve endings buzz as he pulls out, gooey arousal shines on the shaft of his thick cock. He plunges forward into the hot center of you. You work your hips and whine. You can’t remember what he asked. It doesn’t seem as important as the pleasure clinging to your insides as he fucks you, so you give up.
His cock pulls out of your mind completely.
“What’s the weather supposed to be like tomorrow?”
You consider the question. The tip of him breaches your brain, forcing out forecasts and clouds and sunshine. Fragments return as you attempt to answer again.
The weather tomorrow…
He pumps in and out of you, obliterating whatever it was he wanted to know. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters except the insatiable pleasure thrumming through you as he rubs against all your hungry nerves, giving them what they want.
“Oh my god,” you hear yourself gasp.
“How often do you think about fucking me?”
Seeds of embarrassment sprout the tender beginnings of thought, then he fucks them out of your head until you’re rolling your hips, moaning and nodding for more.
“Do you make yourself come when you think about fucking me?”
Only a loading screen appears before he’s inside you again. His perfect, thick cock pumps you full of this throbbing heat. You wish it would never end. You want to feel this and only this forever.
“That’s it, that’s my good girl. So horny and mindless for me. Letting my cock push deep and hard into the folds of your brain, fucking out all your thoughts, leaving your head empty to stuff you with arousal until you’re swollen and ripe, nothing else left but how fucking horny you are.”
“Sssooooo fucking gooood,” you slur.
“How would your husband feel if he saw you like this? In this hotel room, all dressed up in lingerie I bought for you, moaning and writhing on the bed?”
A thought starts, and he pounds it out of you, merciless in its rhythm as each thrust pushes you higher and higher. Horny and mindless, that’s all you are. Nothing matters except this.
“Do you really think we’ll run away together? Do you really think I’d leave my wife for you?”
A rotten sensation tingles in your chest before you feel him enter you from both ends, the cock in your mind working in tandem with the cock in your pussy. You choke out a moan and nod, body vibrating with a thick, hot sensation you can’t find the beginning or end of.
“Fuck fuck fuck, holy fuck—”
He groans, rolling his hips faster, fucking your entire being so hard and fast that you become pleasure itself. It’s everything and everywhere for eternity and you gladly accept this fact, wanting to forever exist in this moment.
“That’s so good, darling. So fucking good. You want me to let you come, don’t you?”
You nod frantically as the edges of you start to fray.
“Go ahead, come for me.”
His permission completely unravels you, ripping away the last delicate thread holding you together. You sob as you fall apart into a thousand pieces. His hips stutter and he moans, giving you a few deep thrusts before pulling out.
Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath. You float in the peaceful pond, staring up at the towering treetops that kiss the sky.
“Now in a minute, I’ll bring you back to your normal state. When I count to four and tell you to wake up, you’ll come out of the trance relaxed and refreshed. Your mind will feel spotless. You’ll know that I adore you and hold you close to my heart.”
You hear birds peacefully chirping. You know it’s just you and them and Dave for a million miles. You are small and big like a speck of dust or a galaxy. You are safe. You are at peace.
“And one two three four… wake up.”
#dave york#dave york fanfiction#dave york smut#dave york x reader#dave york x you#dave york x female reader#pedro pascal character fanfic#pedro pascal characters#whatsnewalycat writes
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I kinda wanna find out how yandere farmer would react to meeting and falling for bumblebee reader (maybe when they were selling them their leftover honey they made) only to find out later that they are with or at least very close to bear yandere.
This turned out much longer than I initially planned but hey! Hope you enjoy! Tw: drugged and kidnapping
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Immediately hit with the size difference. Bumblebee darling is tiny tiny compared to Colton! If you think you’re small next to bear yan imagine your tiny two foot ass standing next to a six three buff guy! But he loves it! It’s one of the things that makes him fall for you because he has a size kink. If you’re smaller than him or bigger than him it doesn’t matter he just wants a difference. And bumblebee darling is definitely a difference.
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Bumblebee reader that manages to make just a few too many jars of honey that can be finished before it solidifies so they decide that they’d sell it. They’ve seen other bees selling their honey before so surely they could too! They pack up their honey jars in a basket before setting off to find someone to sell them to. Was it a little scary going off on their own after spending so much time with Bern (bear yan) sure but they could do it!
Before long they could see as more and more trees and bushes of the forest faded away and instead they found themselves in front of a wooden fence that divided the fading of the forest and a green grassy pasture filled with different farm animal hybrids. They held their basket just a bit closer to their chest as they took a deep breath flying over the fence with ease. They let of a soft buzz before continuing on going over to one of the farm animals.
“Ah hello! I was wondering if you knew of a town nearby? I have a few extra honey jars and I was looking to sell them!”
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The barn animals lead them over to Colton and that’s how they ended up meeting each other! Colton immediately bought all the honey that bumblebee darling had on them because that boy was smitten immediately. You’re amazing tasting honey only added to his feelings because even if there’s a few ways to get to his heart food is definitely one of them!
He will immediately try to get you to move onto the farm. He has plenty of room in his house! He even has a spare bedroom that you could stay in. You said no? Well what about just one night? One night couldn’t hurt right? Besides it’s already getting dark and you don’t want to get hurt! You’re so small and he’s so big he could protect you!
Quietly celebrates when you say yes because it was in fact getting dark already and you didn’t feel like stumbling your way back into the forest in the dark. Colton leads you into his house and offers you food which he totally didn’t drug with sleeping pills. (He in fact did) and when you’re done with your food you’re confused why you suddenly felt tired and your body felt so sluggish you didn’t think you could move. Colton graciously offers to pick you up and take you to the spare bedroom but you don’t even make if a few feet in his arms before you pass out.
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You groggily opened your eyes after you assumed you had fallen asleep not being able to remember what happened the night before after Colton offered to let you stay in his house for the night. Your body felt heavy like it was full of lead and exhausted despite just waking up from sleep. You went to shift your body a little but found you were unable to move much. Panic immediately set in and you seemed to jolt fully awake as you attempt to sit up. Once in an upright position you could see you were in a small bedroom on a bed much too large for you. You also discovered the reason you couldn’t move. Your hands and legs had been tied to the bed post with little slack only giving you the ability to sit up and lay down.
You could feel your body begin to tremble before the situation even fully registered in your mind but you suddenly froze solid when you heard loud heavy footsteps coming closer and closer to the door before it was pushed open with a soft creek. Standing in the doorway getting bathed in light from the hallway behind him was Colton.
“Ah you’re awake! You had me worried for a moment.” He came into the room carrying a tray with some flowers and different fruits in a bowl. “I got this from my garden. It’s not much but I’m sure it will do for now. I can go to the market later to get you other food if this isn’t what you want. After all I’m here to provide for you!”
You watched stunned and terrified as he came over to the bed and sat down next to you smiling sweetly like you weren’t tied to a bed after being drugged the night before from the same man. You’re voice despite trying to seem strong had a small shake to it. “What have you done? Why am I tied to this bed you need to let me go!”
His smile faltered slightly and he sighed as he set the tray down in your lap. “I’m only helping you, I’m doing what I need to protect you. You’ll understand one day. This is all meant to help, I’m helping you!”
You frowned and couldn’t stop the tears that started to form in the corner of your eyes before slowly dripping down your face. Overwhelmed with fear and sadness a buzzing noise erupted from you unable to make any other noise at the moment. Colton frowned more and gently pet the top of your head his hand basically engulfing your head. You could hear him sniffle trying to keep back his own tears at the sight of you.
“I promise one day you’ll forget all about this. We’ll have an amazing life together and you’ll be so happy. Just give it time.”
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You stayed in that room for a few hours before you heard noise coming from outside the bedroom. Colton had left after feeding you to attend to his farms and said he wouldn’t be back till dinner time so you knew the rustling couldn’t be him. Besides the noises were to light and soft for a man his size. You looked over at the window terrified that something worse would somehow happen to you. Holding your breath you only continue to stare at the window in fright before a very recognizable chubby face appeared looking worried before smiling at you seeing you in the room. It was Bern. A sigh of relief left your mouth and a smile broke out on your face as the little bear pulled open the window and climbed into the room.
Before you could even say a word the door to the bedroom came flying open and Colton ran into the room looking nervous and scared. Not because someone had found you kidnapped and tied to a bed but because he didn’t know what this bear would do to you. He quickly lunged at the bear tackling him to the ground where they started to fight.
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Colton did end up winning the fight but had gotten pretty damaged along the way by Bern’s claws and teeth. He had dragged the unconscious bear out of the room and didn’t come back to you for another hour. Too afraid to ask what happened to your one friend you stayed silent. At least there was no signed of extra blood that wasn’t from their fight. At least not that you could tell.
“Are you okay little bee? Don’t worry I took care of that little problem.”
What were supposed to be reassuring words had the complete opposite affect on you.
#male yandere#yandere drabble#yandere oc#yandere x reader#yandere#yandere insert#yandere x you#yandere idea#yandere headcanons#yandere imagines#yandere original character#yandere hcs#yandere x darling#colton my farmer oc#yandere obsession#hybrid reader#hybrid#tw yandere#tw kidnapping#tw drugging#yandere hybrid#hybrid yandere
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I’ll take whats yours and make it mine~
Aka Yelan vs Pantalone
Cw: forced marriage, basically legal kidnapping, then illegal kidnapping, Yelan saves you dw, Wlw, reader is called ‘bride’, mild misogynistic themes,
-also fun fact: chinese wedding dresses are red with red veils and not white because white is the color of death in china.
To your surprise you had been arranged to marry a harbinger? It was quite a jarring experience and upsetting. You would be leaving behind everything to go to Snezhnaya, a completely different culture and completely different environment. You were devastated to say the least. You would never bee seeing your homeland again according to your father who seemed far too okay with this all. Apparently the Regator caught sight of you and decided he needed you for himself. You werent happy. You considered running away but you would be running from the Fatui. You couldn’t help but cry just thinking of the life you lead. Besides.. you were so close to finishing your degree in business. You had wanted to join the Tianquan someday. You had so much potential all to be thrown out because some man thought you were beautiful.
“Dearie, you’d never have to work a day in your life as his wife.” Your mother tried to comfort you but also persuade you to just go along with it.
“You don’t get it. I just got a letter from my friend Keqing who said Lady Ningguang would be interested in offering me a PAID internship! And dad just sold me to some bloodthristy harbinger!” You whined. You were going to miss Liyue, your friends, your dreams. Everything was over.
“Well.. to be fair we don’t really have a choice here… Pantalone is a force to be reckoned with and… we just wouldn’t be able to stand against him. My dear its better you go as his wife than as his prisoner. At least as his wife you would get some respect and agency. Now wipe your tears. We have to start preparing for your… depature.”
Today was the worst. Dawned in red with a thick veil over your face, stuffed into a carriage. Did you really have to travel in your wedding dress? Its such a long journey too.. its incredibly uncomfortable sitting for hours in such a tight garment. Worst off all your parents weren’t allowed to go, you tried not to cry in the carriage. Fatui were all around the outside, soldiers with stones for hearts it seemed as they seemed annoyed when you showed any semblance of struggle. You weren’t looking forward to being married into the Fatui whatsoever.
Then the carriage stopped. You paused. Was it time to camp already? You looked through the see through curtains, its evening. But they usually wouldn’t stop until they came across some inn or city? Your answer came in the form of gunshots ringing out, the carriage shook as the horses became spooked and rode off dragging you in the carriage with no rider it seemed. You held to the walls as you could hear the fight from afar. Who was fighting them? What was happening?
“Help! Someone? Whats going on?!” You cried out. But no one answered. The ride was bumpy, you couldnt really even know what was happening. Was it a ambush? Who would ambush you?
The carriage suddenly stopped vaulting your forward. You groaned as you made contact with the wooden wall infront of you. You could hear the fight continue as it seemed the Fatuus were losing… who could be so powerful? You noticed the carriage door was still unlocked. Now unguarded you could just… poke your head out maybe?
You did so, slightly to look out, you saw the horses were gone actually, the leashes holding them had been severed. You briefly hoped they were fine, then you heard someone approaching. You quickly closed the door hiding. If someone was powerful enough to take on that many fatui agents then you had absolutely no shot against them.
“I know you’re in there, come on out.” You heard a voice say, it sounded confident and sultry. You hesitated as footsteps got closer. Finally the door opened. A lady with short dark blue hair and a unique attire greeted you with a smug smile. “You’re quite the pretty bride, but I assume you don’t want to be here huh?” She said casually. You nodded. She offered you her hand. “I can get you out of here, and I’ll take you somewhere safer. You’ll never have to marry that harbinger.” Her voice sounded confident. She seemed to know what she was talking about. You hesitated before taking her hand. With that she helped you out. She lifted your veil, firmly removing it letting you now clearly look around without it.
“Those… were the millieth… they just let us past like that?” You were a bit surprised as you were led to a hotel room.
“Darling, I’m not just some robin hood stealing from the Fatui, I’m a secret agent.” She said as she helped you change out of your dress. You were blushing as you undressed with your back to her, covering your body. “I heard he was forcing some young lady to marry him and I decided to intervene. I assure you, you will be safe here. I have plenty of strings here to pull. So needless to say, you’re under the Tianquan’s protection now. You can relax.” Her words were so soothing… you felt so flustered. She’s so beautiful too. Who would’ve known you would be saved by someone like her? The lord of Geo must have heard your prayers.
“T-thank you… I-i cannot thank you enough!” You say as she hands you a new uniform. Your eyes widen as you realize its a uniform worn by the assistants of Lady Ningguang. “W-what but this is…”
“Your cover. You’re going to hide out in the Jade Chamber for a bit. You see, Lady Ningguang owes me a favor or two.. and I asked if I could house you temporarily in the Jade Chamber. One of the most secure locations in all of Liyue. No one will ever suspect you’re there. Of course you’ll be out to work but if I remember correctly that’s what you wanted yes?”
“W-wait.. you arranged all this for me? Why?” You asked. You finished putting on your uniform as you turned to her. She smiled.
“Well.. I couldn’t let a pretty face like yours be wasted on that banker. Jewels like yourself deserve better than to be treated like a trophy. I’ve always like taking from him too. And I’ve actually had my eye on you too.” Her voice was so sweet, like candy. You felt like you were being lured into a trance almost, sitting on the bed blushing as she folded up your dress. “I assure you, I’ll be taking good care of you~” she said with a wink.
“WHAT?!” Pantalone’s hands tore the report in half as his underling trembled.
“They did everything possible yet the bandit made it out with the bride.” The underling said nervously.
“I heard you the first time.” He said seething. “What I want to know is how incompetent were those agents that ONE pesky agent could work through their defenses and make off with MY bride!” Pantalone sat back down, his legs crossed as he attempted to regain his composure.
“We’re working to identify the thief but there’s no clues. We could only find the veil.”
“Must I go down there myself to find them? What are you doing standing around here anyways, shoo. Go tell them to keep searching and send out more investigators. I paid good money for that bride so either I’ll have them or I’ll have you sent to Dottore’s Laboratory!” Pantalone hissed. Immediately the underling bowed and left. He groaned as he sat in his chair.
“You’re not going to win this game, you pesky woman.” He hissed
#genshin imagines#genshin x y/n#genshin yelan#yelan x reader#yelan x you#mild yandere themes#pantalone x reader#implied pantalone x reader#angry pantalone#yelan snatched his wife#give me back my gamer girl yelan!!!#genshin impact#wlw#wlw x reader#suck it pantalone#wlw vs mlw series
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Oh yeah I didn't forget to post tfcon stuff nahhh nahhh
Combined haul with @vampdcon and @kaijukyru . Couldn't fit everything in this photo, so this is probably 90% of it. We had a very successful hunt this year, much of our time being spent on artist alley (as usual). There was an amazing selection of artists this year and we loved meeting all of them!
Brought along blokees Scavenger for moral support (he's my special little guy).
Spent a good chunk of the custom class NOT focusing on the featured character, instead wasting my time assembling Sentinel in a mason jar like some ship in a bottle. I wasted a bunch of time on this and broke a jar but he came together after +3 hours of messing with it. He was a hit among attendees and might become my new good luck charm tfcon tradition.
It was amazing to see how popular Blokees were this con. A lot of older individuals stopped by, intrigued about the concept but we're turned off on the non-transforming aspect of it. But by the end of the con, it was hard to not see someone with a blokees figure. I love the detail and articulation on these things but I'm still turned off by the blind box feature of it.
I sold off the rest of my walkies, it was a shame to see them go but I'll definitely make another batch for the next con! I'm hoping to have more Earthspark inspired bee merchandise in the future. The show keeps feeding me new Alex Malto fan items.
Vamp and I got to meet the legendary Frank Welker on Sunday. This man was an absolute angel and humored us. I got my Soundwave helmet signed while Vamp got her tfp piece signed.
We unfortunately had to leave Sunday evening. My dumbass left the passenger side window open all weekend (thanks for not going thru my car, guys). Sentinel was properly secured in the front seat while my passengers took the back. It's a miracle he survived the entire weekend in the jar (shaken quite a few times by angry patrons).
This convention was the best I've attended so far. It was great to meet meet people from previous cons but also brand new fans/attendees! Tfcon LA and Toronto are not in the cards for us but we are 1,000% attending Chicago. I'm so excited to go back to my home state, I've wanted to attend a Chicago con for years now! I cannot wait to see everyone again in the windy city~
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My Heart Is a Haunted House
𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘗𝘢𝘺𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 + 𝘗𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘪, 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘛
@dbdpromptober Day 12 (words: 1069)(nice.)
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Charles ran. His breath came out in puffs of white fog and he ignored the sting in his lungs.
His head felt like a jar full of bees, impossible to focus on a single thought. They all tumbled together, and that’s why he needed Crystal.
Crystal would know what to do. Talking with her would help him clarify the answer to this mess. Though Crystal could make bad choices in her own life, she always gave good advice.
Charles climbed the fence surrounding the property and waded in wet grass towards the house. The von Hovenkraft mansion was a newer building than Charles’ home, but just as massive. It had those pretentious white pillars framing the main door, imitating old Roman architecture.
Halfway to the steps of the porch Charles changed his mind and steered at the side of the house. It probably wouldn’t go well banging the front door at this hour. He only needs to see Crystal, not to rouse the whole household.
Crystal’s room had a balcony over those same pillars, and it made throwing stones at her window difficult. The pillars were too smooth to climb too, so Charles grabbed a fire escape ladder.
Making quick work up the ladder Charles was soon on the balcony, behind the glass doors. He tried the handle and then knocked on the glass urgently. A moment later, the curtain was yanked open and Crystal’s furious being appeared. She was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, holding a metallic candle stand in her raised fist.
“What the fuck, Charles?!” She whisper-yelled when she cracked the door open. “I thought someone was going to break in and murder me!”
“Sorry,” Charles muttered and slipped in. He hadn’t realized how chilly the night really was until the warmth of Crystal’s bedroom hit his skin.
“So what are you doing here? It’s fucking what, three in the morning?” Crystal complained and shuffled back to bed, pulling the still-warm cover on her shoulders.
“It’s kind of urgent. I was- I don’t know, I think- I was trying to-” Charles explained frantically, but the words didn’t do what he wanted them to do.
“Okay, okay, calm down,” Crystal gave him a pointed look. “Start from the beginning.”
“You have to promise you won’t freak out or anything, okay?!” Charles warned, feeling close to freaking out himself.
He rocked sideways from one leg to the other, wiped his hands on his jeans and took a big gulp of air. Crystal’s arched eyebrow urged him to get to the point.
“So, I went to the forest to practice the vows, right, because I want to be proper good when it matters. Don’t want to muck things up on the big day, do I?” Charles laughed nervously.
“Then I got to the end, and a literal corpse appeared from the ground, saying we’re married now, and took me into the Underworld,” he said quickly, risking a glance at Crystal.
Her eyes widened when her eyebrows shot up. Charles winced. He should’ve known Crystal wouldn’t believe him, he sounded well out of his mind, didn’t he?
“You went to the Underworld?!” Crystal almost screamed at him. “Did you see Niko?!”
“Uhh,” Charles said. “Niko, as your girlfriend..?”
“Who else?! Get a grip, Charles!” Crystal demanded.
Charles thought back to the photograph he’d seen of the Japanese teen, with her long, silky black hair. The only Asian girl matching her age he remembered seeing was Edwin’s friend, whose name he didn’t catch in all the hubbub. But her hair was white.
He shook his head. “I don’t think..?”
Crystal visibly deflated, dark shadow returning in her eyes. It took a moment of silence for Charles to remember that he was in the middle of a freak-out.
“The corpse groom. Right. He’s so fit, mate, you don’t even know. And kind. So he helped me get back here, but he thinks I’ve gone to talk to my parents about marrying him!” Charles recounted, his voice getting higher in pitch, his hands waving restlessly, unable to settle.
“Why’d you lie?” Crystal asked him.
“I don’t know! Crystal, I can’t marry a dead person! What about you?” Charles whined.
“As I see it, I’m the least of your problems right now. Go tell your loverboy that you can’t marry him, won’t that solve the problem?” Crystal waved her hands back at him. “You’re such a wuss about the weirdest things sometimes.”
“Why are you so normal about this?” Charles complained. It wasn’t fair for her to be so rational when Charles’ whole world had been turned on its head.
“Because I’ve been talking to my dead girlfriend every day since last May,” she shot back. “Why would you think I go to the graveyard so often?”
“I don’t know, to mourn?” Charles stared at her in disbelief.
Crystal stood up with a sigh and started going over her piles of clothes, the cover still wrapped around her.
“I haven’t told you yet, but I’m kind of a medium. A psychic. I can see the dead and talk to them, with some powers of my own,” she talked casually, looking for something to wear, when she suddenly stopped mid sentence.
“Charles,” she whipped around. “Does the ghost groom wear a white suit and is all bloody and stuff?”
Charles nodded, dumbfounded. This was not how he’d thought this conversation would go. He’d been prepared for a lot of convincing but now he had to try to keep up.
“That’s Edwin! You got married to Edwin?!” Crystal gaped at him. “Where did you find him?!”
“In the forest..?” Charles offered helplessly. He hadn’t exactly mapped out the location.
“That’s great,” Crystal groaned. “Hold on to that thought. First, we’re going to go talk to Niko.”
Charles submitted to his fate of following Crystal without asking anymore questions, since she seemed to have a better handle of things at the moment.
Crystal threw on her beige wrap-around jacket and they sneaked out, half-jogging towards the cemetery.
“We’ve been trying to find Edwin’s place of burial for months now. Just to give him a decent resting place, maybe help him move on. He deserves that much,” Crystal explained.
“When you say “we”, you mean you and Niko?” Charles confirmed. “How exactly do you ‘talk’ with her?”
“Just wait and let me do my thing. Then we can ask her just what’s going on down in the Underworld.”
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(I'm on holiday visiting ancient Roman sites, so about time to post a fic for @wolfstarmicrofic 's Greek & Roman Mythology theme! Unfortunately, that I would be able to keep it short is also a myth...)
4th: Conquest
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For a simple farm-boy like Remus to end up with the legendarily handsome Prince Sirius of the House of Black of the city of Grimmauld, nothing less than devine intervention would be needed. Luckily for Remus, the gods like nothing more than to meddle in the affairs of mortals...
The Myth of Remus and Sirius
‘Please goddess, answer my call, please goddess, hear my plea.’ Remus repeats the words in his head over and over again, while sitting on his knees on the cold marble of the temple.
Suddenly, he hears a rustling of fabric, and the soft sound of gentle footsteps on the floor. He opens his eyes and lift his head, and despite expecting it, he’s still taken aback by the imposing sight in front of him.
A tall woman, taller than any other woman, taller than any man, taller than any mortal. Flowing silk fabrics draped across her body, but still revealing enough of her ivory skin and soft curves. Hair falling to her waist like woven threads of gold, framing a face with eyes the colour of the ocean and full, pink lips. The most beautiful woman in the world.
Aphrodite, the goddess of love.
“You called upon me?” She asks in a sweet voice as she strides across the marble stones of her own temple to stop in front of Remus.
Remus bows his head again, his forehead almost pressed against the marble. “Yes, my goddess. You must- I mean, I humbly ask you to, no, beg you to please undo the gift you have given me.”
When he dares to look up, Aphrodite has pressed her lips into a thin line. “You were given a gift by an Olympian, and you reject it?”
Remus hands tremble. Insulting one of the gods has never ended well for any mortal, and this might very well mean his death. Or worse.
A week ago, an old woman showed up at the house where Remus and his parents live as simple farmers. She had eyes sunken into her wrinkled face, warts in her neck and on her hands, dirty fingernails and hair like cobwebs. Remus had made her a hot bath, cooked her a meal, and let her sleep in his own bed. The next morning, she revealed herself to be the goddess Aphrodite in disguise, wandering through the mortal world to test the people’s xenia, their hospitality. And for Remus’ great show of hospitality, she had promised to reward him with a gift.
“It’s not that I am ungrateful, my goddess. It was a great honour to receive an Olympian on my doorstep,” Remus carries on, knowing that he can’t back down now. “You were great and good to bestow such a gift upon me,-”
“I know it is what you desired!” Aphrodite interrupts. “I could hear it in your thoughts and see it own your face.” She lifts her chin and tosses her hair over her shoulder. “Do you think I do not know my own field of expertise?”
Remus vehemently shakes his head. “No, no, no. You were right. It is what I desired. Just... not like this.”
Remus comes from a family of simple farmers, but they are not without a claim to fame. With the bee hives and flower fields behind their simple farm house, the Lupins known across the land to produce the highest quality of honey. So much so, that generations ago, King Phineas Black made them the personal supplier of the royal family of the city of Grimmauld. Befriended kings and queens, rich noblemen, travelling heroes, all are hoping to be gifted a jar of Grimmauld’s famous honey when visiting the city.
Each week, Remus’ father would ride his carriage to Grimmauld to personally offer their finest selection to King Orion and Queen Walburga. And when Lyall got to old to make the weekly trip, Remus took over from his father.
His first time in the palace, Remus kneeled in front of the throne with his tray filled with jars of honey, when soft footsteps approached. Someone reached out and took a jar from the tray. “So, for honey to be the best it must have the exact same shade of gold as your eyes,” a rich voice spoke.
When Remus looked up, his breath caught. A young man wearing a perfectly fitted, silk toga was holding one of the honey jars and smiling down at Remus with a soft, warm smile. He was slender, with a narrow waist and a face that seemed to be carved out of marble, with delicate features from an uncanny perfection, but the bright liveliness in his silver-grey eyes showed that he was very much not a statue. His ivory skin and light eyes contrasted beautifully with his long, raven black hair, which was now held back by silver pins embroidered with small, delicate diamonds that perfectly matched the colour of his eyes.
Remus immediately knew he was gone for. He also knew he was far from the first man, nor would he be the last, to be captivated by Prince Sirius of the House of Black.
Prince Sirius is widely known to be the most beautiful man in the world. Stories are told about his beauty far and wide, and none of those stories have been exaggerated. Besides kings, queens, princes and princesses pursuing him, even the gods desire him. Apollo has come down from mount Olympus several times to watch the man or even strike up a brief conversation with him, and it is said that even the highest god Zeus has let his eye fall on Sirius, and everyone knows that when the gods want something, they do not patiently wait for it, or bother with permission for that matter. Therefore, it is assumed that Prince Sirius will very soon be the next conquest of one of the gods.
His parents are practically salivating at the thought. After all, when young Ganymede was abducted by Zeus, his parents received divine compensation, the prized horses gifted to King Tros by the highest god himself being admired and envied all over the world, and Sirius is surely as beautiful as Ganymede, maybe even more so. And even if the gods will eventually lose interest in their son, there are still incredibly rich kings who will gladly offer a large portion of their wealth to have Prince Sirius with his legendary beauty at their side. Besides, King Orion and Queen Walburga have a second son for their succession, so that they’re free to exploit Sirius for his beauty.
Every time Remus visited the city, Sirius made time to talk to him, and when Remus found out he was not only beautiful, but also clever and witty and good-hearted, he had completely fallen for the young prince. Completely fallen, while knowing it was completely hopeless.
Until just days after meeting the goddess Aphrodite, Remus heard a frantic knocking. He opened the door and did a double take. The young man’s hair was not neatly styled as usual, instead pulled up in a messy bun with strands falling over his eyes, and his fine clothes looked slightly dishevelled, but unmistakably, Prince Sirius was standing before him.
Before Remus could do more than gasp, Sirius spoke. “Remus, please forgive me my intrusion, but I cannot bear to deny my feelings any longer. I long to be with you! I do not want riches, or titles, or crowns, or even a life among the gods. I just want you! My heart has chosen you, and I refuse to listen to my fears instead of my heart any longer.”
Sirius let himself fall into Remus’ arms, and for a moment, Remus’ heart leapt with joy, but then it was like an ice-cold hand had closed its grip around it as Remus realised what had happened.
Aphrodite’s ‘gift’.
She had given Remus what he desired, but she had not realised Remus did not want to have what he desired if it had to be like this.
Remus told Sirius he was tired and needed to rest. He convinced him to get some sleep, and promised they’d have a conversation in the morning when his mind would be clear.
As soon as Sirius was asleep in Remus’ bed, Remus had rushed to the temple of Aphrodite.
Aphrodite purses her lips and crosses her arms beneath her breasts. “How do you mean ‘not like this’?”
“Not if he didn’t get to choose,” Remus explains pleadingly. “Not if he was used as a tool to do me a favour.”
Aphrodite elegantly arches an eyebrow. “I present you with the most handsome man in the world, a rich, young prince, yours for the taking, and you would refuse?”
Remus only nods.
“Why?”
“Because I love him,” Remus simply states. “I would never want to strip him of his free will, or place my happiness above his.”
Aphrodite stares at him for a moment, and Remus wonders if he has insulted her, if these are his last moments before she changes him into a tree or an insect, or simply burns him to ashes.
But then a small smile appears on the goddess’ face. “For so long, I’ve dealt with people confusing attraction, desire or advantages with love, and it’s a balm to my soul to see pure love, like their is between you and Sirius.”
“I... I don’t understand.”
“You have misunderstood the nature of my gift, my sweet Remus. Allow me to explain.” Aphrodite is smiling indulgently at him now. “You must know that King Orion and Queen Walburga were hoping their son’s beauty would bring them opportunity, and that him having eyes for a simple farm-boy was unacceptable to them. They had threatened that an ill fate would befall you if Sirius were to seek your affections. I have made it clear to them that an even more ill fate would befall them if you or your family would suffer any harm, and you know you must never underestimate just how... inventive us Olympians can be when we really want to punish mortals.”
Remus had not thought such a beautiful face could wear such a dark look, and he shudders, images of Prometheus chained while waiting for the eagles to come eat his liver, Tantalus desperately reaching for the fruits and the water just outside his reach, Sisyphus fruitlessly rolling his stone up to hill coming to mind.
“Also,” Aphrodite continues, her face back to its normal expression. “I made it clear to both Zeus and Apollo to let the boy be. They will listen, because they know better than to cross me.” A pleased little smile. “Those two won’t risk having to live the rest of their immortal lives without ever experiencing a mortal’s love.”
“That’s... wonderful,” Remus says, struggling to find words. “And I am much obliged to you for your kindness. But I still don’t understand. How come Sirius...”
“Regarding Prince Sirius,” Aphrodite says, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “My work there consisted of telling him he had nothing to fear from his family or scorned gods anymore. And that’s it.”
“But... But...”
Aphrodite now laughs out loud. “He loved you already, Remus. He was afraid that his parents with their greed or gods unable to handle rejection would harm you if he were to act on those feelings. The moment I made clear he needn’t worry about them anymore, he came to you.”
Remus lets out a breath. “I.. I can hardly believe it.” He laughs shakily, happiness starting to blossom in his chest. “Did you know from the start my feelings were reciprocated?”
“Is there anything concerning love that I do not know?” Then the goddess shrugs. “It may not have entirely been a coincidence I showed up in disguise on your doorstep. Perhaps I had seen the way you and Prince Sirius looked at each other, and I was looking for an excuse to meddle.”
“Thank you,” Remus manages to say. “Thank you, great goddess. I can never repay you for such a gift.”
Aphrodite looks at him with a twinkle in her eyes. “Just continue to prove to me pure love exists, so I can look upon you whenever I need that belief reinforced.”
When Remus returns home, Sirius is sitting on his doorstep with his knees tucked against his chest, worrying his lips between his teeth. The moment he sees Remus approach, he pushes up to his feet and brushes the dirt from his tunic. “I have completely misread the situation, haven’t I?”
“No, Sirius,” Remus says. “No, you haven’t.”
Sirius shakes his head. “I poured my heart out to you. You told me to go to sleep and disappeared.”
“By Zeus, Sirius, I didn’t mean it like that.”
Sirius gives him a sad smile. “It’s okay. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have assumed. I just thought... When you looked at me I thought I saw...”
“What you saw was there!” Remus exclaims. “Sirius, I will explain. Only some days ago, I somehow gained the favour of the goddess Aphrodite, and she promised me a reward of some sort. So when you showed up here, I thought she had looked into my heart and seen only you, and that the feelings of which you spoke weren’t your own, but a spell she had cast on you in order to please me. That you weren’t here of your own choosing.”
Sirius blinks at him, and then shakes his head, stepping forward and placing his hand gently on Remus’ cheek. Remus briefly wonders if he’s dreaming, but Sirius looks so beautiful, Remus wouldn’t have been able to dream up such a vision.
“Remus,” Sirius speaks. “Let me reassure you. I have loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you.”
#my tumblr writing#wolfstar microfic#greek mythology#prince sirius#beautiful sirius#smitten remus lupin#wolfstar#wolfstar fanfiction#wolfstar fic#marauders#marauders fanfiction#marauders fic#sirius black#remus lupin#remus x sirius
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Walkis Six Headcannons
Warnings! : Slight Mashle Manga spoilers!! (Most of these are after innocent zero had been defeated)
Mostly fluff and crack (some slight angst)
Charles is definitely the mom friend in the friend group. He admires his mother so greatly he has definitely been influenced by her behaviour and started to ‘mother’ his friends. (Especially since some of them have parental issues)
Post-Innocent Zero, Domina began to open up more to the others in the group. Domina began to talk a lot more about his interests and started to become more active when interacting with others in general
Galuf’s laughter is extremely contagious. When Kenny tells his puns, Galuf always laughs (canon) and everyone around just start laughing as well
Malcom has a small bee farm at home that he takes care of. Every once in a while he gifts a jar of honey to everyone.
After Lovie started to recover, he was insistent on enrolling into Walkis Academy and meet Lévis’ friends but Lévis was insistent that he does not
One day, while touring around the school, Lovie met Galuf who mistook him for Lévis and Lovie managed to convince Galuf to let him meet the rest of the friend group
Lévis was kinda upset because he wanted Lovie to study somewhere safer but Lovie really wanted to study together with Lévis
Kenny has the coldest fucking hands and he will be a little shit and put his hands on anyone at the most unexpected moments
Malcom jumps like six feet in the air when Kenny does this to him and it is so funny to watch this large man suddenly shoot up into the air
Charles always carries around eyedrops for Galuf’s dry eyes
Whenever Charles is on call with his mom, they either do that thing where they make a shit ton of questionable sounds in the background or they all crowd around to say hi to Charles’ mom
Charles has brought his friends home to meet his mom once and now they are all her unofficial adopted children. Everyone finally understands why Charles is so obsessed with her
^ Domina loves the apple pie she makes
Domina visits Innocent Zero occasionally and he often talks about the stuff that the gang gets up to during these visits. Innocent Zero may seem like he doesn’t really care but he’s a little happy that Domina has friends to keep him company
Kenny always has a lollipop in his mouth and it is getting concerning how many lollipops he consumes everyday
Each time they go out as a group, Charles is getting closer and closer to buying those backpack leashes for everyone in the group
If Domina isn’t wandering off because something caught his eye, Lévis and Galuf have accidentally started a fight. Kenny is on his fifth lollipop and Charles has to stop him from eating another out of concern for his blood sugar and Malcom is talking to the little ants on the sidewalk
Though as consolation, Charles gets a #2 mom mug from the group on mother’s day (#1 mom is obviously Charles’ own mom)
Someone help Charles before all his hair turns white before he turns 30 from dealing with all these dumbasses
Everyone in the group thought Lovie was an angel the first time they met him. They do not believe that Lévis is related to him even though they look exactly the same
I made a part two!
#mashle#charles contini#malcom curtis#galuf gargaron#domina blowelive#levis rosequartz#lévis rosequartz#Levis mashle#kenny clark#lovie rosequartz#Walkis magic academy
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I didn't realize it had gone through as a submission my bad 😂
Inquisition LIs reaction to hearing their Inquisitor through a door saying things like "you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, you are a gift from the Maker, I love you, I'd die for you, etc.", thinking they're with someone else and running in, just to find out the Inq. is talking to a baby nug/Mabari pup they snuck into Skyhold?
“Romanced Companions reacting to Secret Baby Nug/Mabari Pup”
Here you go and thank you again, @queer-edmundpevensie for the ask! Also, more jokes!
When the Inquisitor asked Bull if he had a spare plug they could use, he said “Sorry, I don’t have any Chargers.” (Maybe a little sorry)
-Lord Lex
Cullen
”I- Honestly, I can’t even blame you for your choice of words. He is handsome.”
-Was split between being upset and feeling remorse. If indeed you had found someone else, you would most definitely deserve someone better than him but you could have at least told him. Pleasantly surprised to find the nug/mabari. Maker forbid if it’s a mabari because he will dote on that thing, saying how your “true love” is a very good boy.
Josephine
“Love, who are you talking to-? Oh! Aren’t they just the sweetest!”
-Didn’t doubt you for a second. She knows that if there was something wrong with you two, you’d tell her. Also, your wording was a little strange for if you were talking to someone else. Suggests on getting it a collar. You actually might be the jealous one when you find her cuddling it more than you.
Solas
“...”
-What was he expecting? Not this. But he has full fate in you to know you wouldn’t go behind his back if your feelings had changed. Honestly a little jealous of the mabari/nug. It’s actually kinda cute- wait, how did you even get it into Skyhold? Oh well. He’ll also tell you about how, in old tales, different animals used to run through Skyhold so having it here just makes sense.
If they go missing, it’s because they started following Solas around. No, he doesn’t know why.
Cassandra
“Inquisitor, I-!...How did you manage to get that here?”
-Yes, she was a little irked that you might be with someone behind her back. And yes, she does feel horrible that she’d assume the worst. She’ll admit what she was thinking was going on and apologize. Cassandra, to most people’s surprise, is a big softie when it comes to animals so her confusion and irritation is put on hold when your chosen creature looks at her with them big ol’ eyes.
The Iron Bull
“Well, Varric owes me money.”
-He knew from the beginning that you snuck it in. But hearing you talk in such a way to it did make him pause. If you two are only fooling around right now, he doesn’t mind and doesn’t care who you sleep with. Now, if you’re his kadan, might be a different story. But, again, he knew you had the creature somewhere and that certainly sounds like how you’d baby an animal. Lo and behold, he was right and Varric has less pocket gold. Also, if you don’t stop him, he’ll carry the animal around like a baby.
Dorian
“Dearest. Amatus. Love of my life. My chosen partner….What the fuck.”
-One of the only people who puts up with your shit anymore. He’ll be one of the people who is severely split. Yes, you deserve better than him, knowing his history and how he can act sometimes. But also how dare you go behind his back when he has given you his heart? He has to pause to let his heart settle after walking in on you cuddling the thing before he very irritable tells you to watch your wording.
Sera
“Alright, what the fuck! Who are you talking-? Wait, that’s not a person.”
-Fully thought it was someone else and wanted to rain hell on them. So it was a little shocking to see your door kicked open and Sera holding a jar of bees at the ready. If you choose a mabari over a nug, she’ll put the bees away and start petting it, acting like nothing happened. Now, if you choose a nug, she’ll make a disgusted face and back away. Not very fond of nugs, but fond of you.
Blackwall
“I’m gonna admit it, I thought there was someone else in here. Glad to see I was both wrong and right.”
-Same boat as Cullen, he kinda expected you to find someone else by now. Hurt his feelings a bit to know that you might have a secret admirer other than him. Does not find it funny (ok, maybe a little) if you name the beast after him. It’s even more funny to see him try to watch his step around it, especially a nug, as he would not like to step on the creature that has your affection.
#dai#dragon age inquisition#inquisitor#cullen rutherford#dai cullen#dragon age josephine#josephine montilyet#dai solas#fenharel#dai cassandra#cassandra pentaghast#the iron bull#iron bull#dai dorian#dorian pavus#dai sera#sera#blackwall#thom rainier
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biting and tearing and exploding and killing
#local birb opens beak#can't talk abt this situation yet but someone in my life has a giant storm coming#🔪🔪🔪🔪#if you're reading this and ur not blood-related to me: not you#jar of bees
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Bees (Or The Beginning of the Journey)
or the first short story in the 'gay faerie enviromental horror fantasy' novel
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“I need bees.”
Hans blinked. The man in front of him wasn’t the strangest customer Hans had ever encountered but once you’ve been a florist long enough you come to realize that the strangest customers look like everyone else.
This man was nothing special. There was no strange aura about him, no scars marring his face or glowing sigils etched into what skin Hans could see. This man with his short black hair, his gold eyes, and light brown skin looked like half the population of Rog. There was nothing notable about his sharp features.
The most notable thing about him were his clothes. They lack all the distinct embrodiery that nobility loved. There were no house crests or family emblems on his tunic or cloak but all of his garments were made expertly. They fit him like a glove and showed hardly any sign of wear and tear despite having been at the height of fashion three years ago. If his clothing didn't give away his status, his bearing did.
It was in the way this customer held himself. His back perfectly straight and hands held loosely at his sides. What the customer lacked in height, he came up only to Hans’ shoulders, he made up for in presence.
This is a man, Hans thought, that is used to the world bowing at his feet.
Shame, Hans didn’t give special treatment.
“What for exactly?”
The man sighed as if the world was putting him through a trial that demanded the utmost patience from him. He turned his gold eyes on Hans quizzically.
“Do you normally ask people why they want bees?” he asked. Hans couldn’t place where his accent was from, but he thought that it sounded distinctly foreign.
“’Course I do,” Hans said as he wiped down a vase, he was going to assemble the most glorious bouquet in later, “Can’t have them mistreating my bees.”
The man blinked slowly as if it had never occurred to him that people would mistreat bees. Shame not all noblemen thought the same.
“People mistreat bees?” The man says it like it’s astonishing to him. Hans wonders what it’s like to sit so far above everybody you’ve never seen someone throw a jar of bees at you.
“All the time,” Hans says, “That’s why I gotta make sure you don’t mistreat them.”
The man blinked again.
“Fair enough,” he said at last, then as if remembering people introduce themselves to others he took a step back from the counter and added, “I’m Sage.”
Hans nearly dropped the vase he was polishing. Sage’s mouth opened in a perfect ‘o’ as Hans fumbled with the vase. Sage didn’t attempt to help, although when Hans finally set the vase on the counter and looked back at Sage the man looked as if he had sorely wanted to.
“You’re a Healer?” Hans said. Sage hesitated and nodded slowly. It made sense then, why Sage had a presence and the name Sage. Only Healers were permitted to take the names of plants. Only a healer would come to a hellhole like this.
Bitterly, Hans thought that if a Healer had showed up sooner his town might not have been in this mess. That rot would not be eating through the people in Bardly and that his flowers would still be thriving.
He didn't look at the barely surviving flowerbeds outside his window. If he didn't see it, he could ignore it.
“Yes,” Sage confirmed, “I’m, uh, new in the area.”
“You’re here to clean up the mess by the windmill then?” Hans guessed. The Corruption by the windmill had been slowly leeching itself into the towns drinking water. People have been getting sick for ages now.
Hans cast an eye on his flowers. None were as healthy as they were a few months go. The ones in the ground weren't even worth harvesting.
“Yes.” Sage shifted from one foot to the other, his eyes darting from the window behind Hans to the door at the side of Hans’ store. The man was looking for a way to escape Hans guessed, though he couldn’t fathom why.
“And you need bees for that?” Hans kept his hands visible, some tension seemed to ease from Sage’s shoulders.
“Everything exists in harmony,” Sage replied, finally meeting Hans’ eyes again, “Haven’t you noticed the lack of pollinators recently? Even the wasps are fleeing. I need bees to find how far the corruption extends.”
“Don’t you have magic for that?” Hans had been told that Healers had magic for everything. Why they would need bees was beyond him.
“Sometimes,” Sage said, his golden eyes turning wistful, “It’s better to listen to nature rather than force it.”
Hans opened his mouth to say something.
He closed it with a click.
“I’ll get you your bees,” Hans said at last, “Try to make sure not to blow up the town.”
Sage laughed and Hans swore the air seemed just a bit clearer.
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incorrect quotes
Drayton: Being smart has never stopped me from being a complete fucking idiot.
Kieran, opening a Capri Sun: Guess I'll drink my sorrows away.
Carmine: Hey, you wanna know a secret?
Kieran: No.
Carmine: Okay.
Kieran:
Kieran: Do you smell smoke?
Carmine: The secret is that the house is on fire.
Florian: Welcome to Fucking Applebees, do you want apples or bees?
Drayton: Bees?
Florian: THEY HAVE SELECTED THE BEES! Drayton: Wait-
*Kieran approaches, shaking a jar of bees menacingly*
Drayton: It's not ugly, just aesthetically challenged.
Carmine : Coca Cola can remove rust from metal, imagine what it’s doing to your body.
Drayton: Pfff, getting rid of the rust, idiot.
Carmine : THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS!
Kieran: Hmm... I've been drinking soda and my body's rust free... not sure where you're getting your facts from...
*Carmine teaching Kieran to drive and taking Drayton along for the ride*
Carmine: That's a pothole. To the left!
Kieran: Take it back now y'all *Drives into pothole*
Drayton, sticking their face into the front over the center console: Cha Cha real smooth.
Kieran: I don't think that's how the song goes.
Carmine, crying and gripping the handle: Please just take me home.
Kieran: Country Roads.
Drayton: To the place.
Kieran and Drayton in unison: I Belong!
Carmine, crying harder: What the fuck?
Kieran: I want a trip down memory lane.
Drayton: *proceeds to grab every warrior cats book they have and sets them in Kieran's lap*
Drayton: I heard you needed these?
Kieran: YES! ALL OF THEM!
Carmine, passing their phone to Drayton: I'm passing the phone to someone, who if I had to choose between hanging out with them, and having my organs removed one by one, I’d choose the organs.
Drayton, passing the phone back to Carmine: I'm passing the phone to my best friend!
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Bee[more]hyped!
Hi! Okay! So I’ve hidden details below, but if you just want the download link here you go.
Download (SFS)
Requires: UC, Easy Inventory Check
Alright, so a while back I found this lovely beehive conversion from Foresty, which was based on Untidyfan’s 3to2 conversion, which is in turn based on Gwenke’s functional beehive. What a way we’ve come! Believe (bee-lieve) it or not this is actually the object that got me interested in modding.
What I didn’t like about the original object was that it used 2 different objects as the honey, and the overload of effects. Lots of lag. So I’ve made a few tweaks!
The first 2 are cosmetic, I’ve moved the hive from the gardening section to Hobbies.../Misc, and the default texture is yellow, but the original green is still available. Bees are yellow, duh.
Sims now harvest honey directly into their inventory, which they can drink or stock the fridge with. This is a 4to2 conversion of the honey, which I thought was neat.
The hive now only displays the bee effects when open, or when a sim angers the bees. It produces a jar of honey every 18 hours, and Gatherer sims have a 50% chance of harvesting an extra jar each harvest. Lucky sims have about a 5% chance, and these can stack. A Lucky + Gatherer sim can harvest 2 extra jars, potentially.
Sims will autonomously harvest honey and occasionally inspect the beehive, please let me know if these values seem off to you I wasn’t super sure on them. Cowards will never harvest honey. Too many stingers!
The hive now builds nature enthusiasm when it’s used, and sims can harvest multiple jars at once. I’m not sure if there’s a limit to how much honey the hive can hold? I guess just keep an eye on it.
There’s two 2 new memories included as well. If you’re not comfortable with custom memories in your game please leave them out of your downloads folder, the hive seems to work just fine.
Caveats
Bee-cause of course there are. I might work some of these things out, but right now I’m done with this project.
My beehive and Foresty’s share the same GUID, and my jar of honey does as well. I’m not sure if that’s shared across all these hives or not. But you can’t have both in the game.
Children can not harvest honey, I didn’t feel like working on the animations.
Sims can’t drink the honey straight from their inventory, it must be placed first.
The animations and tool used to grab the honey are a bit off, but not enough that it actually bothers me right now.
Finally, the jar of honey itself.
As you can see the textures aren’t great? But I don’t know enough about objects to get it right. I’ll put this out there, if someone wants to help me fix this I’d be forever grateful.
I also wanted to edit the anger bees interaction, but I couldn’t get the chased by bees interaction to work? So I gave up. I do think there should be more ways for sims to die by flies anyway, but it’s not my ideal interaction.
Lastly, I wanted to convert the Honey Cake from 4, but food again proved challenging, and when I got to trying to do the coding so it requires a Honey in the fridge, it looked like a LUA script to me? So I backed off. Maybe one day. Not today.
You might be able to get away with not having the UC for this, but I think at the very least you’ll need BV. I can’t support any installations other than the UC though.
Anyway, thanks for reading! I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I am! It’s just a fun silly little thing, but our sims need bees right???
Credits/Thanks: Foresty, Untidyfan, Gwenke. Your original objects and coding are amazing, I hope I’m not stepping on any toes here! I did DM Foresty, but I figured since Gwenke’s code has been reused a couple times now I thought I’d be fine.
Edit: 04/30/23: Moved honey jar out of the catalogue. Whoops. Had it in there for testing.
Edit 05/08/23: Bees no longer accumulate inaccesible honey in the winter.
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