#to ensure that they'd fit

[pickled-paintbrush]

I cleared out this bottom cubby shelf under my bookcase and have spent the past month or so crafting a little den for Clementine...looks like she's a fan!

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT.

Grandma cat!reader. Who was a old women who got experimented on and turned into a smiling critter but like the caretaker of the smiling critters.

Often seen walking around with a scruffed smiling critter hanging from her mouth(somehow-) and overfeeding the smiling critters or children.

How would a saved dogday and (maybe) good catnap react to the player bringing them to readers containment room. (She was locked in before the Hour of Joy due to something and just stayed there)?

I just want to see them get some sort of parental love 🥹😖

- Marshmellow🤍

I swear ya'll are gonna make me cry with these requests /nm <3

.....

Dogday

In your old age, you didn't wanna retire from Playtime Co. and spend the remainder of your life laying around, waiting for your body and mind to deteriorate.

So instead you became one of the few willing volunteers for the Bigger Bodies Initiative, being turned into a Smiling Critter (which made you especially happy since your grandkids adored the toyline and cartoon show).

In the show, the gang mentioned a grandma character several times (albeit she was unseen) and with Catnap being recalled from all promo materials, Playtime Co. took creative liberties and made you the newest feline replacement, fitted with a cinnamon scent and pie necklace.

Your tagline was something like "The Smiling Critters take care of our orphans, but who takes care of them? Why, their Grandma [Y/n], of course! She's full of love and wisdom!"

True to that, you became the caretaker of the Critters and children, ensuring everyone's fed well and staying out of trouble.

The incident with Bron (Thomas/Experiment 1199) had scientists rethinking how they'd introduce willing experiments to those...well..less-than-willing.

So you had a supervised introduction to the SCs (with children also present to discourage them from reacting violently). You were even given a containment cell you could retreat to in case of emergencies.

Luckily, you never had to use that room--as they accepted you and began calling you "grandma" since day one.

Dogday, especially, got attached to you.

You called him "DD" and "Doggy-Dearie".

Being a bit taller than the rest of them allows you to pick them up by the scuff of their necks if they're being too rowdy (Kickin and Hoppy, especially).

Even so, you're very sweet to all of them, letting them snuggle up to you as you shared stories and made them food so they could keep up with the little ones.

All was well in the Playhouse up until the Hour of Joy of course.

But you were unaware of it since Catnap sabotaged your room's lock, keeping you trapped to lower the Smiling Critters' morale.

Dogday was 100% convinced you were dead.

However you survived long enough for the Employee's arrival years later, never knowing what happened to the factory..

After rescuing Dogday, they find your door and powered it up, allowing the two entry into the perfectly intact space within.

Your fur was matted and you looked sickly, but you still jump up upon seeing the state your dear "grandson" was in.

It devastated you.

"My word..Dog-Dearie.." Your heart shatters. "Your legs..where are they? Where is everyone?"

Something inside of him ultimately breaks as he realizes you were alive...and you were here all along.

"G-Grandma...! Oh...god..I-I thought you were--" He crawls away from the Employee and towards you, sobbing into your lap. "You were h-here..this whole time! I-I wanted to see you, but..C-Catnap..he.."

"Shh, shhh..I'm here now, my sweet pup. It's alright." You hush, stroking his ears and resting a paw on his back, before looking to the Employee. "You must be terribly confused..as am I.."

After explaining your role--and calming Dogday down--the two tell you about what's happened to the factory, and at first you can't believe it...

Until you all wander through the Playhouse and see the horrid state it's in, but they're confused as to why none of the mini Critters attack you.

Only then do you mention feeding them over the years through little vents and holes in the walls, keeping their hunger moderately satiated.

Dogday feels awful, and even more upset at Catnap for lying about your fate.

But still, you don't show any ill-will towards any of the Smiling Critters, even if one of them had betrayed you all.

Instead you just let Dogday cling to you as you escape together and try your best to keep up.

Catnap

Like the rest of the Smiling Critters, Catnap considered you family and often went to you for snacks and such.

Or if he needs a break from trying to put all the rowdy orphans to bed in Home Sweet Home. Only then is he given permission to see you.

He always liked curling up in your lap, purring while you stroke his fur and tell him a story (which is sometimes an event from your old human life, albeit you do accidentally confuse yourself since ofc you're not supposed to remember any details of your old life).

The Prototype sees this as a problem, as Theodore Catnap was getting a bit too comfortable with his life here and needed a reminder of his mission....and so he tells him the truth.

About how you not only worked at the factory until you reached retirement age...but you were also a willing participant in the experiments.

And suddenly, he couldn't look at you the same way anymore. Only with resentment.

It wasn't fair.

You got to lead a long and fulfilling life. Theodore barely got the chance to grow up and be a normal kid.

You had the procedure and associated risks explained to you clear as day. Theodore never had the luxury of being warned ahead of time before he was grabbed and put under the knife after recovering from the incident with the green grabpack hand.

All he wanted was to free the others, but he ended up becoming their warden instead.

He almost forgot all of that because of you.

He refuses your food now, and you worry for him when you see how skinny he becomes as the months pass.

But he's very cryptic in the way he talks to you, the other SCs, and the staff...so you didn't know for sure what you did to upset him so much.

"Catnap, dearie..you're skin and bones. Let me-"

"I know what you were, and what you've become...the Prototype told me so."

You don't know what to say. What could you say when he kept talking about this "Prototype" person?

Despite his hatred, the SCs were conditioned to love you regardless, and so before the Hour of Joy Catnap decided to sabotage the locks of your containment room.

That way, he wouldn't be tempted to kill you...and he'd spare you from the grief of what he ends up doing to the other SCs, including Dogday.

Years later, when the Employee finally knocks some sense into him after saving him from being sacrificed to the Prototype, he takes them to your room, believing you to be dead from starvation.

Instead, though, they break you out and he discovers you're very much alive.

And Catnap just breaks down, groveling and begging for your forgiveness.

You were the one who always tried to reach out and comfort him, giving him some relief from the misery of being trapped in this factory....and he pushed you away.

But you don't hate him for locking you up, realizing that he still cared about you after all this time. Even when the Prototype told him about your past.

He wanted to keep you safe.

That alone proves he had a heart, and you reassure him of that as he cuddles up to you for a little while.

Once he's calmer, you go with him, Dogday (assuming he was saved), and the Employee to meet with Poppy and Kissy--both of whom are relieved to see you alive

[heli-writes]

A dragon's heart, part 9.

Pairing: Barbarian!Bakugou Katsuki x female!reader

Summary: The dragonblood tribe is known for being cruel, barbarian warriors that slaughter, loot and rape all places they pass through. They are feared among the villagers and even bigger cities. Having lost most of their women to a plague, they're trying to ensure their tribe's survival by kidnapping women from other places. However, they're not the only monsters in human form out there. When y/n experiences this first hand, she has no choice but to ask for help from no other but the barbarian leader Katsuki Bakugou himself.

Disclaimer: mentions of injuries, mentions of forceful behaviour towards women, bad family dynamics

[Please don't read if you are sensible to or triggered by the topics mentioned above.]

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

Series Masterlist

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Y/n has no idea what is happening. Currently, there are two elder women around her who undressed her, redressed her and now are pulling her hair and painting her face. And by painting her face, it must be clarified that they don't put pretty delicate makeup on her but that they draw bright red lines on her face, arms, and legs. It looks like full-body war paint, y/n thinks.

Also, y/n is not convinced by the outfit they put her in. It's a two-piece. A loose neck holder top ends only a few inches under her boobs. She's also wearing a floor-length skirt. However, she's not sure if the word 'skirt' fits the piece of clothing around her hips. Two long pieces of fabric are strung in multiple hold chains that sit tightly around her hips. One piece covers her backside, the other the front side.

The squishy part of her tummy and her belly button, as well as her arms and legs, remain uncovered. Y/n usually feels comfortable in her body but it's a bit too revealing. At least for this weather. Also, she's a bit scared her butt cheeks can be seen when she's walking.

She tries not to think about it too hard since the two women working on her hair are wearing similar clothes. It seems as if this is normal for women around here, even if they are a gazillion years old.

The women don't speak to her. Also, they don't speak to each other.

When Katsuki left her alone with them, y/n felt a bit relieved since this was the first female company she had in a long while. But now she just feels awkward.

The women braid her hair and pin it up in a lavish updo which y/n finds very pretty. When they're done, they decorate her hair with golden hairpins and put necklaces around her neck that look similar to Katsuki's. They also want to put earrings on her but y/n doesn't have her ears pierced so they leave them as they are.

Absently, y/n massages her earlobes. She wonders if they'd like to pierce them. They have multiple piercings and also Katsuki wears earrings. She's also positive that she saw men with piercings in their noses and other places in their faces yesterday.

She shudders. It's against the beliefs of her people. Her people believe that one is born by nature's divine design and altering your body by piercinging or tattooing it, is a heavy insult to the great being of things. Some even refuse makeup and say it's not how nature wants them to look. Y/n isn't so strict about that but also wouldn't usually wear any form of paint on her body.

All of this feels so very foreign to y/n. Of course, she knew that Katsuki must live a different way of life but when being with him, that rarely became apparent. This outfit makes it painfully aware of just how different their cultures are.

Somewhen, Katsuki reenters the tent again. He wears a similar body paint as her. He lost the cape and more necklaces than usually hang around his neck. He also wears a bunch of bracelets, he usually doesn't wear.

When the ladies are done with y/n, they present her to him. Y/n gets up from where she is seated and gives him an unsure smile.

His eyes run up and down her figure. He has a stern look on his face the entire time, but he gives her an approving nod. Then he steps closer to her and pulls a delicate chain from his pocket. Carefully, he places it on her head.

Immediately, the women step closer and pin it into place. Y/n touches it carefully. The chain is thin with strings of golden beads. In the middle of her forehead dangles a drop-shaped pendant in a rubyred shade.

Katsuki puts a hand on her shoulder. The weight from his arm grounds her. She didn't notice how shaky her breath was.

The funny thing is, she doesn't even know what this is all about or what will happen when they leave the tent. Based on the outfits and Katsuki's grim expression, it must be something meaningful, something big.

She wonders if he drags her down an aisle. Figuratively speaking, because her people don't marry in churches where you would have to walk down an aisle. Her people marry in lakes and rivers or creeks. They believe all life comes from water and therefore they tie their lives together in it.

Y/n is pretty sure, she would refuse to step in a lake around here. It's just too cold for swimming on the tip of a mountain. She wonders if she'd walk down an aisle with Katsukin if that's what is going to happen today.

Anxiety chews at the sides of her stomach. Truth is, she doesn't want to get married. She wants to be with Katsuki, yes, but again in her culture that doesn't mean one just immediately marries. Y/n thinks that a challenge or crisis must be overcome first before two people can truly know that they belong together. That hasn't happened so far.

She needs more time and she doesn't know if Katsuki or his people are going to give her more time.

The two women leave the tent and Katsuki and y/n remain alone. Katsuki steps a bit closer and carefully puts his hand on the side of her head. He leans closer and puts his forehead against hers. The pendant presses into the skin of y/n's head and it doesn't feel as reassuring as it probably should feel.

Y/n swallows hard.

Katsuki leans back and stares into her eyes. The red of his eyes looks particularly hard today.

Meanwhile, Katsuki can see the fear in y/n's eyes. He wants to explain to her what they will do today but he knows he can't. It makes him angry he's never been taught the common tongue. His mother was traditional like that.

He is racking his brain for any words or sentences he picked up. Unfortunately, most of the things he learned, he picked up in battle or from captives or the women they took. He doubts however that things like "die", "you bastards" or "please, no" will be reassuring to y/n.

"Okay?", he tries, the word feeling foreign on his tongue. He holds out his hand to her. Y/n stares at his hand, then at him. She takes a deep breath. "Okay", she whispers and takes his hand.

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Katsuki takes her to the bonfire square. It's where his mother, her ladies-in-waiting, and the rest of his people wait for them.

He's as anxious as y/n looks like. He has to admit that while y/n looks absolutely stunning in his tribe's clothes and paint, she also looks smaller and weaker than ever. He tells himself that things will be alright. That even if his mother doesn't approve, he can take her on as his mate anyway. He's chief, he makes the decisions.

But deep down, every child wants to please their parents. And Katsuki looks up to his mother. She's fierce, she's strong and the only reason he's chief to begin with is only because she stepped down after the plague. Some people blamed her for it even though everybody knows that it's not something a human being can control. Maybe that is why she feels so strongly about Katsuki taking on a good mate that will produce lots of offspring.

Katsuki shudders even though he's not cold. He looks at y/n who is also shivering. He holds her hand a bit tighter. Y/n looks up to him and gives him a small smile.

At least she doesn't despise me and comes along willingly, he thinks.

The past few presentations since the plague have been anything than pretty and joyful. After raids, men brought women from other places. Women that didn't want to be there. It was either impossible to make them look presentable due to them fighting it or the paint on their faces was ruined by the time they stepped in front of Katsuki.

Usually, his men have to present their future mates in front of the chief and he has to decide whether they are acceptable or not. Since he's chief, it's his mother who will do the presentation. In contrast to Katsuki's decision, his mother's is completely representative and meaningless. He's chief after all. And still, he feels like he needs his mother's approval. Maybe part of him is afraid that his people won't respect him or his mate when she doesn't approve of her.

They approach the square. His people are lined up at the side desperate to get a view of the woman Katsuki brings along. His mother and her ladies-in-waiting are sitting at the other end of the square.

Katsuki can feel y/n stiffen at his side. He gives her a glance and can see how her face is pale beneath the red paint on her face. She's not shaking anymore but her muscles are tightened to a point where they will probably ache tomorrow.

He links her arms with his and proudly struts along the square. He tries not to walk too fast so that she doesn't stumble over her feet. He's seen women stumble and fall on their presentation and it was always humiliating for her and the man. Of course worse are the cases where they have to be dragged or carried into the square while crying and loudly protesting.

Quickly, he tries to shut out these thoughts. This is different, y/n's different. She's coming willingly, she's looking more than just presentable, things will be fine.

He steps in front of his mother who looks at him with a hard stare. She doesn't even spare y/n a glance.

„Mother, I present to you the woman I have chosen as my mate.“, he tells her. His voice sounds hard and determined.

His mother sits up more straightly. Her eyes shift from him to y/n. Katsuki doesn't dare to look at y/n. He just hopes she holds eye contact with his mother. His mother, Mistuki, looks y/n up and down.

Then she stands up and walks up to the couple. Gently, Katsuki lets go off y/n's arm and takes a step to the side.

His mother circles y/n while examining the woman infront of her. She lifts y/n's skirt a bit and peers under it. She touches her hair and the necklaces that dangle around her neck.

„She's skinny.“, Mitsuki comments. Katsuki stays silent. His mother stops infront of y/n and looks her up and down again.

„She has no muscle mass whatsoever. Can she even carry a bucket of water from the creek to your tent?“, his mother continues.

„She arrived yesterday. I'm sure she can build up muscles over time.“, Katsuki answers her calmly.

Mitsuki cocks her head to the side.

„Can she? She looks cold. She might also freeze before she even finds her way back to your tent.“, his mother continues.

„I get her warmer clothes.“, Katsuki argues.

His mother gives him a glance.

„Sure, sure. You can. But what if she catches a cold? Is she sustainable enough to survive that? To survive childbirth?“, his mother asks frowning.

Katsuki steps closer again and pushes y/n's top to the side a bit.

„When we met, she had an arrow stuck in her shoulder. Look, it healed quickly and without infection. I'm sure she can heal well after giving birth.“, he explains.

„Struck by an arrow?“, his mother says with a raised eyebrow and Katsuki instantly regrets mentioning it.

„That means she lost a fight? Are we not a tribe of warriors?“, Mitsuki asks sharply.

„It's a wound of a warrior. I've been struck by arrows before. Are you saying I'm not a warrior?“, he bites back.

His mother gives him a long stare before returning to her seat. She leans her head onto her arm and runs a hand over her face. He knows what comes next.

„I don't approve.“, she says and Katsuki's face twists in anger. Whispers run through the crowd.

Before he can answer her, Mitsuki continues.

„Katsuki, you understand you are our leader, yes? You understand that it is necessary that you have plenty and healthy children, yes?“, she points out angrily.

„Of course, mother. I intend to ensure our tribe's survival in any way I can.“, he tells her calmly.

Mitsuki slams her fist down and stands up.

„Then, why are you intending to bond to this frail excuse of a female? Why do you not wait until one of our own is of age?“, his mother says loudly pointing towards a few girls at the age of 10-12 at the side next to her ladies-in-waiting.

„The longer I wait or any man of this tribe waits, the bigger the gap between the generations will get. This poses a threat to our tribe. You know that. It's why we began bringing in women from other places in the first place.“, he argues back angrily.

„Wrong“, his mother says cooly, „We began bringing other women here because so many of us died that even the next generation of women can't ensure the tribe's survival.“

Katsuki grinds his teeth. She's not wrong.

„Do you know what kind of insult this is to these women? That their leader chooses a foreign, weak female like that over them?“, his mother continues and gives y/n a demeaning gesture.

Katsuki starts to see red.

„They're not women, they're children, mother. Do you intend to make one of them my child bride? Isn't that an insult to their mothers who died? Is that all they're worth?“, he yells at her.

He knows that will hit a sore spot. His mother cares deeply for these young girls and grieves the death of their mothers equally as deeply.

Absolute silence engulfs the square. No one dares to even move a finger. His mother gives him a long, cold stare. Then she sits down again.

„You're chief, Katsuki. Do whatever you want, but I'll warn you. Your example will precede this tribe. If you fail to produce an heir, this tribe will not survive under your reign.“, she tells him.

Katsuki is fuming. He wants to yell at her, maybe even throw a knife at her. But people are watching and he has to be careful what he says next. He must strengthen his position as chief even if that means demeaning his own mother.

„You've brought this fate upon us in the first place. Why do you think you have the answer to how we ensure our survival? Didn't you step down because you don't have the answer?“, he says striking to kill.

His mother's face contorts in anger and shame. He doesn't give her a chance to reply. He turns to his people.

„This woman came here by her own free will. She's proven herself a great healer and skilled hunter to me. You all feasted on her success at yesterday's bonfire. Therefore, I approve her of being worthy as my mate.“, he declares to them.

Without waiting for a reaction from his people or his mother, he turns around grabbing y/n's arm and he leaves the square with his head held high.

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Y/n stumbles after Katsuki. Her head spins. The last few minutes have been nothing but bizarre to her. Obviously, she didn't understand a single thing that's been said but y/n isn't stupid. She quickly picked up on the atmosphere of the conversation. Which was not good.

Even before Katsuki and the women started yelling at each other, y/n knew that the conversation was not going well. It's easy to spot when Katsuki gets angry. Really angry, not the normal state of angry he always seems to be in.

Katsuki walks fast and y/n has trouble keeping up with him. He drags her all the way back to his tent. Only when they're inside, does Katsuki let go of her. He doesn't say a word.

He walks over to the table and pushes it over with a loud, angry yell. Y/n flinches at the action.

Katsuki kicks a bucket filled with weapons to the other side of the room and lets out a string of angry words that y/n guesses are insults.

She's never seen him this angry before and it scares her. She wants to get closer to him, put a hand on his shoulder, and comfort him in his frustration. But when Katsuki starts destroying one of the chairs with a battle axe, y/n is sure it's best to not get close to him at this moment.

So, she stands helplessly in the middle of the room flinching and trying to avoid flying splinters of wood.

Suddenly, there's a rustle at the entrance of the tent. A red-haired warrior enters it.

„Yo, Bakugou!“, the man says carefully and steps next to y/n.

„What the fuck do you want, shitty hair?“, Katsuki yells at him, his face contorted in anger.

„Making sure you don't scare the poor thing to death.“, the man says and points towards y/n.

„Fuck off, Kirishima. She's fine.“, Katsuki growls at him

The man named Kirishima sighs and gives y/n a side glance.

„You sure? She doesn't look too happy about this. You still have to mark her, maybe tune it down a bit until then.“, Kirishima tells his chief.

Katsuki drops the bits of wood he is holding and frowns.

„Whatever, shitty hair. What do you want?“, Katsuki asks.

Kirishima pushes his hands into his pockets.

„Looking if you're alright. I mean the presentation went... not well, I guess.“, the red-haired man says carefully.

Katsuki scoffs. „I'm fine. The hag's opinion doesn't matter. I'm chief.“, he declares.

Kirishima nods. „Of course, you are. And your decision stands.“, he reassures his leader.

„And if you ask me, I think you made a good choice.“, Kirishima continues.

„From all the women that we brought here over the last few years, that one is definitely the calmest. Remember when I brought mine? She was a mess, well, actually still is but I don't need to tell you that.“, Kirishima tries to reassure him.

When Katsuki doesn't answer, Kirishima quickly adds: „Also, she's very pretty.“.

Katsuki straightens his posture and looks y/n up and down.

„Yeah, she is.“, he tells his red-haired friend.

Kirishima nods cheerily. „Exactly. So why bother thinking about your mother's words? Why don't you and... uh...?“, Kirishima gestures towards y/n.

„Y/n“, Katsuki tells him.

„Right, why don't you and y/n come and join us at the stables? Denki, Sero, and I are heating up some mead. Have a drink with us.“, Kirishima proposes.

Katsuki shrugs. „I don't know. Y/n might not feel comfortable meeting more people after this.“, Katsuki tries to excuse himself.

Kirishima gives him a toothy grin. „Oh, what a gentleman. You're really smitten, aren't you?“, he teases.

Katsuki shoots him an angry look. „Shut the fuck up, Kirishima. It's just been a lot, ok?“, he mumbles.

Kirishima doesn't fail to notice the pink dust covering his chief's cheeks.

„Alright, what about this. Y/n stays here and can collect herself. You come with us for a drink. Maybe we can come back and catch her later. What do you think?“, Kirishima tries to convince him again.

Katsuki shrugs.

„I guess we can do that.“, Katsuki says reluctantly.

„Great!“; Kirishima says clapping his hands. „Y/n, you stay! We'll come back later.“, he tells the woman next to him who looks at him with wide eyes when he speaks directly to her.

Katsuki steps over the destroyed chair and follows his friend outside without sparing y/n a glance.

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Y/n feels like crying. She's standing in the middle of the half-destroyed room all alone. She's so confused.

What on earth happened?

What's going on?

Who is that red-haired man?

Where is Katsuki going?

Her head starts to hurt by the amount of force she uses to suppress her tears. Eventually, she can't hold them back anymore and hot tears run down her face.

She makes sure that no one can hear her sob.

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[frogchiro]

continuing being the omega for 141 from 🐙. they find out you’re an omega when you’re sick. and you curl up in their laps, all docile and sweet and glassy eyed like they’ve never seen from you before.

when you go into heat right after the sickness, it’s like you have planets orbiting around you. through the haze of it all, you have brief moments of lucidity. you remember laying with your back to soap’s chest, your flushed cheeks and bleary head laid back against his shoulders while he was buried balls deep in your ass. meanwhile ghost is making slow, precise strokes into your pussy and softly petting the hair out of your eyes.

you briefly remember graves (yes i’m including him i want him so bad) laying you down on top of him while you sobbed from overstimulation so he could rub his fingers up and down your back until you calmed. you remember price having to fuck you full so gaz could make you drink a little water and eat bites from a granola bar without throwing a fit.

when the heat is over, you blink awake and find yourself in your nest surrounded with large, sleeping men and you feel like the safest and luckiest person in the world. and you slump back down and run your hands over your slightly bulging tummy (full of cum) and snuggle back into price who unconsciously cradles you closer !!

-🧸 (tell me if someone else has used this emoji i’ll use a different one if so)

I actually don't think that this emoji is used, no, so I want to welcome 🧸anon!! <3 I really need to make an actual list of all my emoji anons

BUT OH MY GOD THIS IS SO CUTE AND HOT JABDFUDBFU

Poor omega reader can't catch a break can she? :( First getting sick and immediately after going into heat but it turned out fine! A least she's mated now...to a whole pack of alphas but still!

And they'd be sooo sweet and careful with you since you're still dizzy from the post-heat headspace and the lingering sickness. All these big, dominant alphas would be crooning and rumbling quietly and release all these relaxing pheromones that will calm you down and make you feel comfortable.

The nest they've thrown together while not the prettiest is definitely comfy; military issued blankets, pillows and their clothes made for a surprisingly good mating place and judging by your happy purring they've done their job well.

Soap, König and Gaz being so insistent on cleaning and comforting you, bless their hearts :(( Together with you they're the youngest of the pack and as young alphas they feel the instinctual need to prove themselves to their omega mate that they're capable and able to provide. As the oldest and most experienced alpha, Price understands that need, he really does so he doesn't feel agitated but he can clearly feel the frustration rolling off of Ghost and Graves. They're not the youngest but they have still that possessive instinct even while in a pack.

So Price takes the initiative and with a warning growl he lifts you gently and places you right onto him and holds you close to his warm body with a pleased rumble. His fellow alphas may yowl and hiss and make displeased chirrups all they want but soon they all settle into one big cuddle pile with Philip gently nudging and nosing at your full belly with a smile and a quiet hope for a big healthy litter in the future.

But for now they all settle around you to ensure your safety even while asleep <3

You've just gained yourself the best and safest pack these can be, congrats <3

[lil13]

FEELINGS - j. champion

You and Jack met during the chemistry reads for Scream VI. It was obvious that, from the beginning, you two were close. Your personalities went well together and everyone saw your obvious chemistry. The chemistry really helped, seeing as your characters were love interests. As time went on, you began to see Jack differently and he the same. And maybe, unlike your characters, the two of you would have a happy ending.

•

Filming for Scream VI was slowly coming to an end. You heard someone say that you only had about 2 weeks of filming left before everything wrapped.

It was bittersweet.

Occasionally, you'd find yourself reminiscing about all of the friendships and memories you've made this summer. Something about your castmates just made the whole filming process all the more better. Especially since this was your first real project.

The directors were taking a chance with you, hiring a newcomer was a risky move. But needless to say, they believed they made the right choice. You were a phenomenal actor.

"Earth go, Y/N." Jasmine was waving her hand in front of your face, bringing your attention back to the 4 sitting around you.

You, Melissa, Jenna, Devyn, Liana, and Jenna all sat in a circle in the grass. A break had been announced while they worked out some kinks in a scene and they let you all just chill together.

"Hmm?"

Devyn reached over and squeezed your hand, smiling sweetly at you. "We're rating our castmates 'cause we're bored."

She was the sweetest, just like her character.

"And it's time to rate Mason, and I don't plan on rating him because he's like my brother and that's weird." Jasmine laughed, earning laughs from the group.

You shrugged, "7.5?"

Most nodded, except for Jenna who scoffed and called out the number 4. Her response only elicited a fit of laughter from the group. Jenna loved picking on Mason, it was one of her favorite pastimes.

"Oooh, i've got one." Melissa clapped her hands in excitement. "Y/N, rate Jack."

You swallowed harshly. Suddenly very thankful that the boys weren't around instead of being mopey like you had been before. You actually had been wishing that Jack... and Mason were there. But now that they'd asked that? Their absence was actually a blessing.

"3."

Jack was your best friend.

"Bullshit!" Liana yelled.

She was right, you'd lied straight through your teeth. You'd met Jack while doing chemistry reads months ago. Your characters played love interests so you'd gotten to meet the boy before the rest of the cast so the directors could ensure the two of you had believable chemistry.

"Um." you mumbled, you'd actually fallen for him as time passed.

When you got to set in June you thought the constant butterflies in your stomach were from being excited and nervous to film. It wasn't until a week or two later and you were grabbing lunch alone with Jack that you realized that the butterflies only showed up when you were in his presence.

Jenna playfully pushed you by the arm, "C'mon, tell us the real answer."

You hated how they knew about your real feelings. You had never admitted them, though. So, their knowledge was pure speculation at this point.

"10." you'd said it almost too quiet for them to hear.

But when they erupted in screams and Devyn tackled you in a hug, you knew they'd heard you.

"No one can tell him! He definitely only sees me as a friend and i'm not ruining the friendship." you instructed from your spot below Devyn.

They all agreed to not tell, but also told you that you were wrong. Apparently they knew that your feelings weren't 1 sided.

"Who likes who?"

You all froze.

It was the familiar voice of Jack that made your stomach drop. Devyn crawled off of you, helping you sit up. You couldn't bare to look at Jack. You were sure your cheeks were bright red and he'd know immediately.

"Chad likes Tara." Jenna blurted, attempting to get Jack off the topic.

The grass looked very interesting all of a sudden.

"Well, I knew that. That's boring." he scoffed.

You mentally cursed when he sat down next to you on the grass, his knee bumping with yours. It took everything in you to not look at him still. Jack was your best friend after all, his brown eyes always brightened your day.

"Jackson, wanna play our game?" Jasmine broke the silence.

Your eyes snapped to Jasmine's, she wouldn't.

You looked around the circle, realizing that all of the girls had smirks on their lips. They knew what Jasmine was up to.

"Sure?" he laughed nervously.

Jasmine rubbed her hands together, never looking back at you. "We're rating our castmates, so, rate Y/N."

"Easy, 10."

What?

You looked right at him as all of the girls went crazy. Did he say what you thought he did?

He wouldn't look at you though, his cheeks burning crimson. You couldn't tell the reason behind the blushing, though, sometimes Jack would blush when he had too much attention on him.

But it still made you sick that he wouldn't look at you.

"I don't feel good." you mumbled, jumping up and running off.

Jack was oblivious though.

While you were basically dry heaving in your trailer, he had texted and wished for you to feel better and to ask if you were still on for your movie night. You sighed, actually thankful that he didn't get the hint as to why Jasmine had asked or why you ran off and simply texted a "thank you, and yes."

The Jasmine texted, checking on you and apologizing for asking Jack. Even adding the disclaimer about how at least he thought you were a 10. You forgave her and told here there were no hard feelings. It was just a simple game.

A few hours later and you had all returned to your apartments for the night.

You were freshly showered with your hair in two braids down your back, body clad in pajamas. Your pajamas consisted of a pair of boy's boxers and a tshirt Jack had given you of his. The two of you were at his apartment one night and you saw an avatar shirt he had on the arm of his couch and you had geeked out over it. In that moment, Jack knew he had to give it to you.

The shirt had brought you more joy than it probably ever would him, and he'd definitely smile every time he saw you in it.

"Knock, knock!" Jack called out as he walked in using the key you'd given him in case you lost yours — well that and you didn't want to have to let him in every time he came over.

He held up a bag of takeout, "I still got the tacos in case you were hungry. Feeling better?"

You nodded, walking over and taking the bag from his hand, leading him to the kitchen.

"I don't know what happened." you lied, taking the containers out of the bag. "But i'm much better now."

The two of your stood in the kitchen eating your tacos. For some reason, every time Jack came over he'd bring tacos from this place you two had found at the beginning of filming. You'd stand around in the kitchen and chow done, catching up on any time spent apart before eventually finishing and going to watch your movie of choice.

"Do you mind if we watch in my room? I'm exhausted." you sold your story by yawning.

You were telling the truth, you were absolutely wiped today. Jack shrugged, lunging toward you and picked you up. You let out a scream of surprise as he carried you, walking you back to your bedroom.

He carefully sat you down on the covers and let you crawl into your spot while he took his shoes off. Without hesitation, he crawled in next to you, propping himself against the headrest.

Your heart started beating closer at your proximity. You tried to ignore it be cueing up the movie, Scream (2022) tonight. The two of you had been on a Scream kick lately.

"This one's gonna be weird to watch since we know these weirdos in real life." Jack chuckled, getting more comfortable, which only brought him closer to you.

Was that on purpose?

You couldn't tell.

As the movie went on, you suddenly became super aware of how close the two of you were sitting. Your head was only inches from Jack's shoulder, so you gave in, letting your head fall onto him.

You'd done this countless times before, but this time felt different. You could've sworn you heard Jack breathe in sharply.

A couple minutes passed before you felt something touching your hand under the covers. You focused for a second before realizing that Jack was tapping the back of your hand with his fingers. Without thinking, you flipped your hand so your palm was up, Jack quickly intertwining his fingers with yours now.

You'd never been more thankful that it was dark, because he wouldn't be able to see how red your cheeks were now.

You got more comfortable, enjoying both the movie and Jack rubbing the back of your hand with the pad of his thumb. Once again, he'd held your hand before, but this time felt different.

Your mind was going crazy and so were all the butterflies in your stomach. Oh what this boy did to you.

You'd met him about a month after you had turned 17, about a week before Christmas. His birthday about a month prior to that. The two of you had bonded over being "late 2004 babies" and the rest of your friendship was history.

But what if it changes tonight?

Jack squeezed your hand.

You lifted your head, looking to him, your hands staying connected. Jack had a different look on his face, once that you'd only ever seen when he was playing Ethan and he was looking at you. This was a look you'd seen Jack portray when looking at his girlfriend.

But this time the look felt entirely genuine.

"J?" you questioned quietly when you noticed his eyes flickering to different places around your face, one of them being your lips.

It was like you were nervous.

Almost questioning if this was real.

Jack didn't say anything, instead he ducked his head and connected his lips with yours. You gasped slightly, not expecting his abruptness.

But you didn't hesitate to kiss back.

Sure, you'd kissed before while acting, but this right here? This was real. This was Jack and Y/N. Not Ethan and Y/C/N.

Your free hand held the back of his neck, fingers fiddling with the curls at the nape of his neck. Jack smiled into the kiss and you swore you almost lost all composure.

How could he be so cute?

His hand broke free of yours and you faltered for a second. Only regaining your composure when you felt his hands grips your hips to pull you on top of him. You forgot how strong he was.

Jack's hands stayed on your hips while your hand not on the back of his neck decided to rest on his chest. You hadn't realize how toned he was and you could definitely feel the muscle under his tshirt.

He pulled away, letting you sit up slightly as you both goofily smiled at each other. "I'm assuming this is okay since you so willing let me pull you onto my lap?" Jack raised an eyebrow, the slightest smirk playing on his lips.

You couldn't help but peck his lips, heart fluttering when you saw his smirk falter into a pout when you pulled away so quickly.

"I mean, we both rated each other 10s earlier and i'm pretty sure i've liked you for a couple months now."

He seemed proud of himself, the cutest smile now on his lips. "Good, good. Glad I didn't read the signs wrong and ruin the friendship."

"That'd be awful."

You hand slid around from the back of his neck and up to his cheek, your thumb rubbing over his cheekbone. You couldn't help but admire him.

You've done that time and time again. But never this close or with these feelings.

He was looking at you the same way. His hands had found their way underneath your shirt, sitting on your bare waist and thumbs caressing the soft skin underneath them.

"Kiss me again, your lips are addicting." he mumbled, his voice quiet from being mesmerized by the situation he'd found himself in.

You happily obliged.

You quickly leaned in and connected your lips, both of you moving together in sync. It was like your lips were created to be together.

Jack's hands stayed put, never once wandering. And same for you. The two of you were content with doing exactly what you were doing. Maybe the rest will come a different day.

"Stay over tonight?" you mumbled against his lips.

You felt him nod, "I'd like that."

You were ecstatic. The thought of falling asleep in Jack's arms had you beyond excited. He always made you feel safe, so you had a feeling you'd sleep like a baby tonight.

"Good, good." You let a finger lightly trace his jawline, down his neck, down his chest, and then stopping when you left your hand to rest in his lap.

Jack caught you hand, breaking the kiss and looking you dead in the eye, his eyes wider than usual. "I'm going to need you to not do that again, because i'm really trying to be respectful and only kiss you tonight and that's not helping."

Your cheeks burned red, "Oh." You patted his chest, "Then let's stop this for now and finish the movie."

You crawled off of him, Jack saying something about how that was a good idea before kissing you quickly once more. You tucked your body into his once more, except now your head was rested on his chest and his arm fell lazily around your body.

You could get used to this.

[ashlynnfall]

ekko looks for powder in the color blue. the sky, the water, hair, and eyes. blue blooms in the flowers near his tree and weaves through the streets of zaun, leaving trails for him to follow, leading him to something that no longer exists.

ekko looks for powder in light. it emanates from fire and spreads throughout zaun in the night. it's in the fixtures that decorate the streets, and it cascades down onto ekko's hideout, illuminating the mural that commemorates what has been lost. light reminds him of her. her bright smile and her blinding beauty. it revives the past they shared before tragedy struck, of that unforgettable night where they danced under the stars, of that kiss on the ledge...it's an everlasting reminder of his deepest affection.

ekko looks for powder in the gadgets he possesses. he searches for traces of her in the trinkets he collects, tinkering away to create new ones. inventions are where he looks the hardest, reminding himself of the days they spent working on innovative projects together. he thinks of her genius, her drive, and her madness in the craft. the memories bring a comforting smile to his face, which is a rare sight these days.

ekko looks for powder in time, lamenting how much they used to have together. there's a cruel irony in "the boy who shattered time" nickname. he was unable to spend the time he wanted with her, he couldn't shatter time enough to fit his needs. he enjoyed what they spent together, but it was too little. he could rewind time over and over and over again, but he still wouldn't get enough of her. his love for powder is timeless.

ekko looks for powder in his title: the boy savior. yet another cruel irony. he saved the entire world, ensuring the survival of many. in fact, he's spent his whole life saving people. he's always sacrificing his own needs for others as he leads a life of unbridled altruism. in a way, he's making up for being unable to save powder from jinx and silco. the boy savior, capable of rescuing anyone and everyone, except for the love of his life.

ekko looks for powder in the new era of zaun. sevika leading in the council, children running in the streets in glee rather than fear, the people breathing fresh air-it was everything they ever dreamed of. if only she was around to see it. ekko searches for the murals dedicated to her, seeks out the remnants of her hideout, scouts for anyone with leftover stories of her to tell. he observes the elated spirits of the city and bears the pain deep within his smile, reminding him of what could have been.

ekko looks for powder physically. it's not enough to just remember her. he needs to hug her, hold her close, and never let her go. he needs to hear her voice again, to invent with her again, to dance with her again, he just needs her to be here again. powder's absence is impossible to ignore, and ekko's tired of acknowledging it. he wants to be selfishly in love with her, but he can't. the world needed a savior, ekko answered the call.

ekko never stops looking for powder. she's in his head, in his heart, in his memories, in his home-no place is without her image. in his mind, powder's words echo promises of the past, not knowing that they'd be broken in the future. he searches for her in the people of zaun, hoping for the day when someone's face matches the one he craves to see so desperately. his search is endless, hopelessly devoted to a ghost of his past.

ekko finds powder in the hand that extends to him from a large white blimp. blue and pink nails decorate the pale skin covering it, confirming who stands before him. he looks at her bright smile, her pink eyes, the blue hair that grew back to the tops of her shoulders, the beautiful face he yearns to get lost in. he takes her in, processing everything he can see, praying that this isn't some horrible dream or hallucination.

ekko finds powder in the hug that they share, the hands that he holds, and in the lips that kiss him. ekko finds powder in the promises of adventure, in the conversations about their post-war lives, and in the apologies for everything. ekko finds powder.

powder and ekko find each other in love, in the reunion with their surviving friends and family, in the celebrations of a new zaun. they find each other on the dance floor once again, but this time, in the right universe. they bask in each other's arms, refusing to ever let go.

ekko finally finds powder, promising to never lose her again.

a/n: hi! i wanted to give ekko the ending he deserves because he's my fav character and deserves the whole world. timebomb as a couple mean so much to me, so i wanted to write a little story about their reunion after the finale of season 2. i need them together!! i also just adore ekko and powder, and that scene of them dancing in the alt universe was insanely well done. i hope you enjoyed my work, and thank you for reading! any tips of improving my writing or general thoughts on the fic would be greatly appreciated. thank you for your time <3

[platonicyanderereverie]

I dunno if you do doubles but if you do then awesome, if you don't then don't worry about it or you can just pick one character!

But what about Yandere platonic Dottore and Pantalone as a tweenager(11-13) reader and they're like readers dads even though reader wants nothing to do them I was thinking letter A, B, C, E, G, H, J, M, O, P, R, S, T, U V, W, AND Z! I know this is alot but please choose which ones you want to do if these are too much, all I ask is that maybe you especially Z, S, W, T, O, J, H, F, D, OR C! Again pick at which ever one you want!! Thank you!!

( I luv your platonic yandere writing!!!)

Thank you for your request‼️ I tried my best to do the main ones you wanted <3 I really hope you like em

Platonic yandere Dottore and Pantalone with a tween reader using the yandere alphabet!!

[Warnings!: usual possessive behaviour, implied kidnapping, isolation and so on]

Zenith

(Would they ever break their darling?)

Chances are, no. Dottore is very calculated with his advances and actions, and Pantalone tries to avoid actively placing you in situations that could make you crumble. However, it's not entirely impossible for their child to snap under the pressure, and both of them would be highly displeased if that happened. They would immediately swoop in, attempting to piece you back together.

Stigma

(What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?)

For Pantalone, his childhood was filled with troubles. Born poor, he always felt beneath everyone else, constantly forced to look at things he wished he had from afar. He never wants that for you; he wants to give you the childhood he wished he had, even if he becomes overbearing in the process.

Dottore, on the other hand, experienced significant mental isolation. Driven by an unquenchable thirst for knowledge, he strives to understand everything there is to know. You seem like a book with endless pages to study, each one holding possibilities that he craves to uncover. His obsession drives him to push you onto the same page as him, fueling his desire for intellectual satisfaction.

Wit's End

(Would they ever hurt their darling?)

The short answer is yes, but it would be in calculated, mentally focused strides. If you've been particularly disobedient, expect isolation, loss of privileges, and an intense struggle to regain the love they once showered on you freely. You might even find yourself wrapped up in a few of the doctor's "tests." Nothing serious, but certainly enough to leave a lasting impression.

Tears

(How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?)

Pantalone would be the first to lean forward and wipe your tears. He hates seeing you upset, he truly does, but if it’s due to a punishment, he'll softly coo, reassuring you that it’s all necessary. Meanwhile, the doctor might run a hand through your hair in a slightly chastising manner.

Screaming or throwing a tantrum would earn you disappointed looks from both of them. They’d regard you as a child throwing a fit over not getting what you want. Dottore would shake his head, speaking in a cool, calm tone to remind you that such behavior is unfavorable. Pantalone might attempt to soothe you with promises or small gifts if nothing else seems to work.

Isolating yourself would prove difficult, as they’d quickly sense your withdrawal. Once they do, they’d reel you back in for a lecture and enforce some "mandatory family time."

Oppression

(How many rights would they take away from their darling?)

Most likely, they'd control nearly every aspect of your schedule. Pantalone would ensure it’s filled with classes and tutors, while Dottore would require time in his lab. You wouldn’t be making any significant decisions on your own either, as they consider you too naïve and impulsive. Despite this, they still expect a certain level of engagement and respect from you, even if you’re resistant.

Jealousy

(Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?)

Jealousy is an interesting concept when it comes to your fathers. Pantalone is confident and self assured in his status, knowing no one else could give you everything he can. No one else would sacrifice as much as he would for you, even if you don’t recognize it. If someone tries to interfere, he has the power to make sure they can’t.

Dottore, however, would be fascinated by jealousy itself, viewing it as a curious feeling. Understanding its implications, he deals with it by turning it into a personal experiment. He identifies the cause of the itch in the back of his mind and manipulates situations so that you seek him out, he won't fetch you himself, oh no, you will be the one cementing your dependence on him. He won't stop until he’s fully satisfied with the results.

Hell

(What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?)

Once, you managed to slip away from the manor, somehow finding yourself wandering the streets, finally tasting freedom and reveling in spite.

However, I hope your short loved feedom was worth it. Upon your inevitable return (having been dragged back by the agents), you faced endless berating from Pantalone and a slew of unpleasant new tasks from Dottore, not to mention an extended session in his lab. Anything that entertained you was confiscated, and any servant you liked was dismissed. And god forbid If one of them had assisted your escape, the punishment would be even harsher. You were met with cold discipline, leaving you powerless to change the outcome. Days seemed to blur, each one more isolating than the last. Should you resist further, you might find yourself bedridden, unwell due to "mysterious circumstances."

Darling

(Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?)

Short answer, yes. For one, they expect you to stay with them, fulfilling their aspirations for you. To them, it’s simply that you can't see what’s best for you yet. Resistance is futile; listening to them would make things so much easier. Furthermore, you don’t have a say in spending time with them...it’s simply not optional.

Cruelty

(How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?)

Pantalone would present the situation as a luxurious arrangement, framing it not as a victory for himself but rather as the natural, ideal state of things. He’d act as though everything is perfectly fine, assuring you that all you need to do is stick with family.

Dottore, however, would be slightly more biting. He wouldn’t mock you outright, but his words would carry a tone of condescension. He’d calmly lay out the terms of your new reality, driving home just how powerless you are, making sure you fully understand the situation.

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(Original request forum)

[arireynes]

Thinking about my Naga partner being absolutely desperate to fuck me with both their cocks.

I haven’t let them yet because just one is enough to stuff me full, but I know they want to feel me tight around them, to know how good I feel when I take them the way they want. They wouldn’t pester me about it, but I’d know how badly they want to and I know I’ll eventually give in for a special occasion.

When I agree, they’d take it slow, laying me down and stretching me, fingers slow and steady, pressing deep kisses to my lips as I tremble beneath them, soft and sensitive and desperate.

When they know I’m ready to take them, they’d be eager, I could tell, hard and leaking, but still take their time, easing into me, every bit of both their cocks pressing into me, making my body shake and my fingers fist the sheets, unable to think of anything but how good it feels.

When I feel more filled than I ever have, I'd tell them I couldn't possibly take anymore, and they’d laugh and tell me they weren’t even all the way in. They'd tell me it's okay, they'll teach me to make it fit, that they'll make sure eventually I'll be able to take it all. For now, they'd be content with curling their tail beneath me to angle my hips up and start to fuck me.

I’d feel so full and so tight around them that it would only take a few slow thrusts for us both to finish, but neither of us are done. They’d fuck me till I’m trembling from the sensitivity, but I’m so tight and warm, we both need just a little more.

When they're satisfied, and I'm filled with their cum, they’d curl around me, kissing me gently and promising me they’ll train me to take them fully, that they'll make sure I need both their cocks sunk inside me to get off, ensuring nobody can make me feel as good as they do.

[shaunamilfman]

the ghost you dressed up as [6]

pairing: Jackie Taylor x Shauna Shipman x r summary: "It's all been leading up to this, hasn't it? Time for you to officially become a part of it all." note: GRAPHIC depictions of violence. masterlist

You finally rise to a crouch at the sound of Mrs. Loomis's voice rising in fright, peeking through the small slats in her hall closet’s door. Hiding out in her home for her wasn't quite as glamorous as you had imagined it being. The sweat clings to your skin, making the black cloak stick to your skin in odd places. The mask sits awkwardly on your face, leaving you struggling to find a position for it to sit in which you can both see and breathe through it.

Your limbs ache from the position you'd taken, the cramped quarters causing you to contort awkwardly to fit inside. The small wire shelves had been pressing into your skin for what felt like hours, leaving uncomfortable indents in your skin.

No part of you could see Shauna being patient enough to lay in waiting like this, and certainly not Jackie, but maybe that was what you were for. Maybe the concept of waiting in the house was as new to you as it was to her. Maybe that could be what you brought to the table–a patience neither of them could stomach.

Shauna and Jackie had insisted that someone needed to wait inside the house, claiming that they'd never tried taking on someone so much older than themselves. Mrs. Loomis was no teenager, not like the rest of their victims. A fully grown adult with authority of her own who loathed to give it up. Jackie claims she would have to choose her words carefully to instill that feeling of being prey upon her, to ensure she would be too frightened to act logically.

But you knew how easily Mrs. Loomis folded from the will of teenagers. How long had she sat there and done nothing while your peers pointed their fingers at you? She was a coward at heart.

You suspected, however, that it mostly just served to prevent you from chickening out last second. Where would you go, after all? You were already inside, already lying in wait.

Mrs. Loomis anxiously walks across the living room to look through the blinds, foolishly ensuring herself that there was no one actually there as long as she couldn't see them. As if they wouldn't be hiding from her, probably just below that very window. Shauna took pleasure in that, knowing that she could get caught if her victims were only just a little smarter. There was something about watching that misplaced sense of security turn into horror that appealed to her. It was a validation, in a way, ensuring herself that she was as smart as she believed she was.

It wasn't enough to just win, just to kill them–no, the way she won mattered just as much. More, even. She needed them to realize that they never stood a chance, not once she and Jackie decided to kill them. Shauna lived for the reveal more than anything, when they realized they weren't just running from her. There had been two of them all along, and they hadn't even noticed, even with the almost supernatural prowess it would've taken for just one person to get around that quickly.

At least, that's how it sounded when Jackie described it to you. You've never seen her in action, not really. You'd seen her kill Tatum, but there was no real action in that. No flourish beyond just getting the job done. They hadn't had time to really think it through, having felt pressured to move up the timeline the moment you announced your date. There was no hunt in that.

You can almost imagine it: that wide-eyed, almost manic grin hidden beneath Shauna's mask. You know Shauna loves this–the waiting, the hunt. 

Or that almost bored smirk beneath Jackie as she weaves her words of terror down the phone line. She never rushes, never feeling the need to. Each word is carefully chosen to maximize the terror she’s causing. So often she spoke without meaning to, revealing things that she never wanted to, but not like this. Never when she’s like this. You know she must be succeeding with the way Mrs. Loomis's voice starts to shake. You swear you can almost hear her heart pounding in her chest.

Good, you think, remembering that condescending look on her face. ‘Hanging off of them’ indeed.

She lets the blinds fall back into place with a shaky sigh, trying to convince herself of a safety she no longer believes in. There’s something so pleasing in seeing her be the one out of control for once, watching her squirm beneath the weight of her own feelings. You can see it in the way her hands shake, the way each breath comes out just a little too sharp–she’s afraid.

You could step in, could call it off somehow. You knew they would let you, even if you’d be hearing about it. 

But you don’t. 

Just like she didn’t.

“Listen,” She says suddenly, her voice cracking but finally loud enough for you to make out the individual words. “I-I don’t know who you are, but you need to stop this. Right now! This isn’t funny.” She’s growing more and more frantic, even as she tries to maintain some sort of control over the conversation. It’s almost pathetic to watch her flounder like this. Riding the edge of begging and demanding.

She’s crying in earnest now, screaming as a window shatters on the other side of the house. You grip the knife in your hand tighter, readying yourself for the inevitable. The weight of it feels grounding, the smooth handle warming beneath the heat of your palm. It was probably Shauna, growing somewhat tired of the game. Mrs. Loomis thought it was a joke? Shauna would show her it wasn’t.

“You’re sick,” She sobs. “You’re insane. Why are you doing this?”

The back door slams against the wall, reminding her she forgot to lock it in her haste. You can just barely see the horrified realization on her face: that she may die from her own complacency. Who would leave a door unlocked when there was a serial killer on the prowl in her own town? Someone who was confident in the knowledge that she wouldn’t be a victim. Now, faced with an open door, that confidence crumbles.

She runs toward it to close it before someone else can get it, giving you the chance to silently slip out of the closet. You watch her as you back up, making your way up to the stairs just like the three of you had discussed. The stairs creak softly beneath your weight, a sound that would be a dead giveaway in the usual silence that blanketed her home. But now, under the weight of her panic and the deadly voice whispering in her ear? She stood no chance of hearing it.

They would chase her up to you, and you would take her by surprise. It sounded so easy when they discussed it. All you had to do was kill her. They would bring her right to you. She would bolt up the stairs for her only chance, and when she reached the top? There you would be.

Mrs. Loomis, frantic, panting, scared out of her mind, would stumble right into your path. Just bring the knife down. The weight of it presses heavier on top of you now that it’s no longer just an idea. The knife feels more solid now, each step taking you closer to the inevitable.

It’s real, and you have to be ready.

You hear a slam downstairs, and the sound of glass shattering. When you don't hear the immediate sound of screaming, you wince–knowing either Shauna or Jackie is going to be insufferable about getting injured. 

Jackie, over the top and prone to dramatics, will milk it for all it's worth. The most shallow cut will end up being the talk of the evening just so she can make you and Shauna kiss it better. You can already imagine it, eyes wide and pitiful, as they draw you in and force you to indulge her. You’ll have to act concerned, play your part, or else you’ll end up with the cold shoulder.

It's Shauna that worries you more. That girl would try to hide a stab wound out of embarrassment if she thought she could get away with it. She could be as pale as a ghost from the blood loss and would stick her nose in the air and shake her head at the slightest hint of concern on your face. 

Either way, it's going to be a long night. 

You peer through a gap in the railing as Mrs. Loomis runs for the front door, glancing over her shoulder at whoever is behind her. She runs straight into it, frantically fumbling with the lock long enough that either of them could have killed her three times over if they hadn't been saving her for you. The thought is terribly charming: a gift, just for you. Predictably, there's already a black-robed figure waiting for her when she opens the door, a knife glinting threateningly in the light. 

She's almost frozen for a moment in horror, screaming as she comes face to face with the soulless mask that has haunted the town. Mrs. Loomis backs away as quickly as she can, nearly wiping out on the corner of the rug. Whirling around, she finds that whoever was behind her was no longer there. You catch sight of one of them looking up at you before kneeling behind a counter to hide from view. 

Backdoor, out. 

Frontdoor, out. 

Eventually she turns to the only option left: the footsteps sound frantically up the stairs toward you. You ready the knife in your hand, lunging out at her the moment she reaches the top step. She slams against the wall under the force of your body, but you don't quite manage to get the knife in before she manages to shove you off. You manage to slash her side, the blood dripping down your gloved hand matching the growing stain on her shirt. 

She breathes hard, her chest rapidly rising and falling under the sheer adrenaline she must be feeling. Her eyes are wide with terror, and something much worse: hope. She thinks she has a chance. Clearly she's realized you're the weakest link here. How embarrassing. 

That alone is enough to prepare you to try again. The thought of Jackie trying to comfort you with a patronizing smile as she tells you that everyone makes mistakes is almost unbearable. You’d rather die trying than let Shauna come in to clean up your mess for you. The look on Shauna’s face, silent and disappointed, would stay in your mind far longer than any injury could.

Her hand presses to her side in some frantic attempt to stop the bleeding, blood running out from between her fingers and dripping to the floor. You lunge again, immediately taking advantage of that moment of weakness. She’s not thinking about anything but staying alive, which unfortunately will be her downfall. 

Mrs. Loomis screams, trying to claw at your arm with her free hand, but it’s not enough to stop you from sinking the blade into her torso with a sickening sound. The flesh gives way easier than you imagined it would, sinking to the hilt almost like it was nothing. It was the adrenaline, it had to be, but you’re almost sickened by how easy it felt to kill someone. Shauna had told you it was her sharpest knife, offering it up like a gift. You understand why now.

She jerks in your grasp, letting out a shrill, blood-curdling scream that has you suddenly worried about how close the nearest house was. The worry was pointless–the three of you had scoped out her daily routine and found the best place to kill her–but the fear makes your hand shake as you rip the knife back out. The sound she lets out is almost a gasp, but just not quite. As if she couldn’t fully force the sound out. The hand clawing at your arm weakens with the blood loss, but not enough that she couldn’t manage one last swing at you as she pushes off the wall with enough force to take the both of you down to the ground.

Mrs. Loomis lands on top of you, taking your breath away as your back hits the wooden flooring. You can faintly hear frantic footsteps running toward the stairs as your ears ring, but you're not done yet. She swings wildly at you, trying to hit any part of you she can reach. Still, the wounds made her weak enough that you’re able to buck her off of you. You follow her back, hands wrapping around her throat as you frantically look around for the knife. It had clattered to the ground with your fall, and you can just barely make out the hilt from where it’s fallen beneath a nearby table.

Not close enough for you to reach. 

Her whole body thrashes beneath you, scratching and hitting at anything she can reach. Thankfully, most of your skin is covered one way or another. It seems the stupid costumes Shauna insisted on had at least one use. She gasps and chokes with a sound so horrible you can barely manage to look at her as you close your hand tighter and tighter around her throat. The blood from your gloves smears across her neck, making the whole scene look gorier, as if what you did already wasn’t enough.

A hand comes up weakly to your face, the fight draining out of her along with her last vestiges of air as she pulls at the mask. You tilt your head just slightly, enough that you’re not entirely sure whether it was purposeful or not. Was it some semblance of guilt that possessed you to do it, to let her know who her attacker was? Or maybe it was just arrogance. Wanting her to know that you were the one who sunk that knife into her chest, that you were the one that choked the life out of her.

Her eyes widen with a sick recognition as she pulls it over your head, the mask clutched tightly in weakening fingers as the fight in her fades completely. Mrs. Loomis’s hand weakly hits the floor, the mask cluttering to the ground next to her as she looks up at you with unseeing eyes. Her chest is finally still, a calmness so utterly different than just 15 seconds ago. How quickly a person ceases to be. You let go of her throat hesitantly, watching her closely to make sure she doesn’t move as you stretch across her body to reach the knife.

Gloved fingers close around the hilt, sending a jolt of surprise through you as a masked face suddenly appears in front of you. The crouching figure flips the knife around in her hand, holding the hilt out for you to grab. You take it from her slowly, wondering just how long she has been standing at the top of the stairs watching you. She tilts her head to the side in consideration, shuffling forward to snatch the mask off the ground and slowly put it back over your head.

Shauna, then.

“Thanks,” You say softly, glancing down again at the body underneath you. You raise the knife, sinking it into Mrs. Loomis’s torso. Again, and again, until Shauna finally pulls you away from her. 

There’s an undeniable excitement to her as she pulls you down the stairs, taking them two at a time in her haste to get out of the house with you. Jackie joins you the second your feet make contact with the first floor, following behind you as you race out of the house and toward Shauna’s car.

You sit in the backseat with Jackie, eyes wide with the shock of the whole night, as you stare out the window and into the distance as Shauna drives. Gentle fingers make their way up your shoulder, carefully cataloging her movements as if not to scare you. When they start pulling your mask off your head, you don’t stop them, even if some part of you desperately wanted the sense of anonymity the mask provided you.

“See?” Jackie asks quietly, fingers carding through your hair as she leans over to press a kiss against your cheek. “It wasn’t that hard. You’re a natural.”

You weren’t sure if murder was something you wanted to be a natural at, but you knew that wasn’t quite true either. Jackie had stayed outside in order to catch Mrs. Loomis if she made it out the door. She hadn’t seen the way she managed to get the drop on you. You catch Shauna’s eyes in the rearview mirror, her mask sitting almost innocently on the passenger's seat next to her knife. There wasn’t a drop of blood on either–none that she hadn’t gotten from touching you, at least. She shakes her head in answer to your unspoken question.

Shauna wouldn’t tell her, and neither would you.

“Yeah,” You say. “A natural.”

…

You stare at the small memorial, flowers and notes strewn chaotically outside of her classroom door, with an expression you can't quite name. It isn't guilt–you hadn't, for a second, felt bad about it. It isn't regret or sorrow, not when you knew it had to happen. But, strangely, it also wasn't happiness. There's no thrill to it, not like there was that night. She's dead, and you're not. 

That's all there is to it. 

You thought–in the small moments you allowed yourself to consider it–that you would have stronger feelings looking at the impact of what you did. Even last night, watching her grieving parents on the news calling for the police to finally stop this monster, you hadn't felt like you thought you should. Their voices had cracked under the weight of their sorrow, choked sobs forced from throats that couldn't hold them back any longer.

It just didn't seem like something that was happening to you. You watched along with the same detachment you'd watched every new murder announcement, slightly intrigued but mostly just bored. You'd taken something from these people, who obviously cared about her to some extent. 

You erased her. 

You were the reason this meager display even existed. It had already been defaced by someone writing “bitch” across the door in big blocky letters–the janitors had tried to get it off, but you could still just barely make out the ink still lingering. Even in death, she couldn't escape her reputation. 

It pleased you, at least somewhat, to know that she hadn't singled you out. Mrs. Loomis was awful enough that others can't bring themselves to forgive her even after her brutal death. This whole attempt at a memorial, and all it took was a marker to reduce her down to a single word. 

You remembered how it felt to stab her, and how it felt to watch her blood drop down your fingers. More than anything, you remember how it felt to hold her life in your hands and then to take it.

Maybe that was it. Maybe you were waiting to feel like that again. 

You hadn't expected the way her glassy eyes stared back at you. How they seemed to blame you. That look of surprise on her face when she finally pulled your mask off had played over and over again in your head as you ran back to the car, but it hadn't bothered you since. 

Not after Jackie pulled your mask off in the backseat of Shauna's car, after she dragged her knife across your skin just enough to draw blood. Just enough to scratch their initials–Shauna's, and then hers–into your skin. Jackie had leaned in to press a kiss just above it, gloved fingers wiping your blood from her blade with a flourish. Shauna had been watching from the driver's seat, a gleam of approval beneath her barely hidden jealousy. 

You were theirs now–it was official. How could you regret something that gave you them? If Mrs. Loomis was the price of admission, you'd gladly pay it a thousand more times. She had been a means to an end, and you had gotten it. They would've let you stay even if you hadn't done it, but your relationship would've been different, marked by your reluctance to fully join them. Your skin still burns beneath your shirt, the fabric rubbing against the carefully bandaged wound despite Shauna's best efforts to cover it. 

You step down the hallway with none of the drama you had been expecting, hurrying out the door to meet Jackie and Shauna by Shauna's car. 

“Hey,” You hear a voice call out, just as you push the front doors open. Reluctantly, you turn to face him, taking in the sight of Jeff Sadecki with visible surprise. You hadn't been expecting a meeting with Jackie's ex-boyfriend today. He looks awkward, shifting back and forth from foot to foot, as if unsure how to approach you.

You knew the official reason they had broken up: he had been cheating on Jackie with some blonde girl you wouldn't recognize in a lineup. But you'd quickly learned that he'd only ever been used to please Jackie's parents, who hadn't much noticed the way Jackie barely gave him the time of day when they weren't directly watching. Jackie insisted that it didn't matter that he had cheated on her–her heart just wasn't in it anyway–but you and Shauna wore matching glares whenever his name came up. 

“I just wanted to ask if you were okay after…” Jeff trails off, leaving her name unspoken. You can see his hesitation, clearly unsure if one of Jackie’s friends will appreciate him approaching her. There’s something else, though: a genuine concern that disgusts you a little.

You give him a curious look, shifting your bag nonchalantly on your shoulder. “Why wouldn't I be?”

He gives you a sympathetic look, hands buried in his pockets as he rocks on his heels. “It's just… I saw that she pulled you aside after class. It just must be freaky, is all. Hell, you were probably the last one to see her alive.” He pauses before adding, “Besides the dude who gutted her, obviously.”

Anyone else in his position would have lobbied that as a threat, and you're still half expecting him to as your stomach drops at the words. But no. Stupid Jeff Sadecki, so laughably earnest. The more you watch him, the more you become certain that your secret is safe. At least for now. 

Why would he tell anyone? He doesn't think it means anything. 

“I'm okay, really. Thanks,” You say quietly, shooting him a smile that he quickly returns with a dumb little nod he probably believes is charming. He’s probably already patting himself on the back for whatever noble thing he thinks he’s accomplished by pulling you aside after class. 

… 

“What is it, Mari?” You ask finally, getting irritated about the way she’s been skirting around you all practice. Mari’s been following just a step behind, close enough that she stepped on the back of your cleats a few times, mouth opening and closing without saying anything–like a fish gasping for air. Clearly something’s on her mind.

“I wanted to… apologize.” She spits out the last word like it personally pains her. You’re sure it does. 

Apologize? Mari?

You can’t imagine what possibly could have made Mari decide that she was going to apologize for that dumb comment she made. You haven't known her to apologize for anything. Not when she got a week of detention for a bitchy comment she’d made to her math teacher, not even when the whole team was mad at her. But then, you see the way Jackie keeps glancing over at the two of you in a way she probably thinks is subtle. You glance away to hide your dumb smile, already convinced she has something to do with Mari’s sudden change of heart.

In all honesty, you could barely even remember what Mari had even said to you at this point. It had barely even registered in the moment, not any longer than it took you to storm off from the table. You hadn’t even thought about it since it happened. But Jackie? Jackie wouldn’t let an insult like that slide.

You can imagine the look at Mari’s face as Jackie pulled her aside in the locker room, Jackie’s sweet smile masking the quiet threat beneath her words. Jackie’s never openly malicious, not in any way that can be tied back to her, but when she looks at you with those slightly narrowed eyes and strained smile, it’s almost more terrifying than if she glared. Your girlfriend uses her charm like a weapon.

“Well?”

Mari huffs, glaring at you as she crosses her arms across her chest. “I’m sorry, or whatever. It wasn’t cool of me to accuse you of killing our teammate, no matter how suspicious you looked.” She adds the last sentence in a bit of a rush, clearly intending to get one last insult in for her trouble.

“Sure, Mari,” You say, rolling your eyes. You weren’t likely to get anything better. “We’re good–”

“Obviously it wasn’t her,” Travis interrupts, causing the both of you to whirl around in surprise to see him leaning against the side of the bleachers. “Only a man could’ve done something like that.”

You almost laugh, both of you walking back toward the locker room as Jackie calls for the end of practice.

“Maybe it was Travis,” Mari muses once you’re out of ear shot, grinning when you snicker under your breath. She’s obviously just trying to lighten the mood, and yet…

“Didn’t he almost fail Mrs. Loomis’s class?” You ask, watching as Mari’s eyes light up at the reminder. She gives him another look, as if sizing him up.

[bedtimescenarios]

Hii! You asked for prompts to stay motivated, so I thought I'd share my all time favorite as a possible request?

I'm a SUCKER for an injured whumpee who's incredibly scared of the caretaker, not understanding that they just want to help them! Maybe they lash out or try to run away and have to be held down to receive the medical care they desperately need, with the caretaker trying to comfort them as best as they possibly can... You know?

/nf of course!! Have a great day!!

This is my first time requesting whump stuff, I hope I'm doing everything right aaa

hey there, anon!! thank you so much for the prompt:) it's actually helped me get to writing, and it's even a bit different from my usual stories, so i had an opportunity to diversify my writing!!

i hope you like this and that it fits the prompt well enough, and thanks again!

p.s i am supposed to be sleeping and have written this at 2 am. if there's any mistakes in there or something that needs to be re-done please let me know😭

. . .

As the door swings open with a squeak, Whumpee instinctively presses their back into the wall and lowers their head. Whumper must have had a bad day, otherwise he would've let them heal before another session. They're not getting that luxury now, they think, as the wounds on their body throb and sting with the reminder of their situation. They prepare themselves. They unclench their jaw so they won't bite down on their tongue, shifting so their knees are facing outwards,- they'd rather endure another leg fracture than be nauseous all week- and they tightly shut their eyes.

"Whumpee?"

The voice that rings out is different.

They don't raise their head, but they hear the person's next footstep resound closer. Another one is their cue to cower, pressing an arm against their bleeding abdomen. Did Whumper send someone else to hurt them? Oh, God, he sent someone to finish them off. He got bored, they're finally going to die, or worse-

"Whumpee, I'm not here to hurt you." The voice says, as if reading their mind, and Whumpee takes note of the apparent gentleness of it. A trick.

They look up through the fallen strands of hair stuck to their forehead, trying to assess the amount of danger- no, pain- they're about to be in. A man stands a few feet away, and they quickly identify him as the owner of the voice. Fuck, he's strong, Whumpee thinks as they notice his buff, tall build. He could break their wrist bare handedly, without much effort. Their eyes slowly trail up to his face, noting the short, dark dreads pulled back into a ponytail that ensures an unperturbed view of his surroundings. Increased efficiency and a boost in fun. I can pair your screams with clear images, Whumper used to say.

Caretaker's obsidian eyes meet Whumpee's, and they imagine him saying that same thing to them. They ignore his manipulative attempt at an empathetic, pitying glance. Having been through this too many times already, they can recognize it from a mile away. They just want their break, at least until their wounds close. And they won't let this random stranger take it away from them. Their gaze hardens slightly, yet it's still tinged with raw fear.

"I'm Caretaker. I won't hurt you, I swear- Just- Whumpee, we need to get you to a hospital."

Another lie. But... taking them to another location? No, no no no. Whumpee's hand clenches around their wounds. Another lonely gathering of walls where their screams will echo for eternity. Whumper is giving them away for good. They're so, so tired. Death suddenly doesn't sound as bad.

Alarms blare inside Whumpee's mind, turning their world to hues of red. They feel their veins burn with adrenaline, and before they know it, they're on their feet, scratching at Caretaker's face. They use all their strength, a final attempt at freedom- one way or another. Like a wounded rabbit scratching at the fox whose jaw is clenched upon its ears.

They expect a hard blow to their temple. Or the sharp prick of a syringe. But nothing comes, except for pressure pulling their hands away from the man's face. As they're pulled away, writhing in the grip, they internally swear at themselves for omitting the possibility of backup. Only when their arms are held firmly to their sides is it that they notice themselves trembling, and only when the two people next to them lower them to their ground do they realize how much of an effort each move is. How much pain each shift brings.

As the people behind them hold them still, hands quickly shuffling through a first aid kit, they can finally make out Caretaker's expression. Beyond bloody streaks, his face is painted with genuine shock- or simply incredible acting. He doesn't step forward again as Whumpee sobs in terror, their eyes glassy and breathing labored. Though, if they look closely enough, they can distinguish tears at the corners of his eyes too. He tilts his head, and the corners of his mouth turn upwards softly.

"Shh...It's okay. We'll make you all better, and you'll be able to trust again sometime."

[doodle-pops]

˚₊‧꒰ა Little Things You Do That Make Them Smile ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Headcanon: Turgon, Finarfin, Galdor, Rog, Gwindor

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Turgon

“𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔” — If Turgon hadn’t smiled for the day, surely your attempts at reaching his lips for a kiss will. Be it you stood on a table, doubled and tripled the chairs, stacked them on top of a table, or climbed his tall frame, he would have cracked a huge grin at your adorable attempts. The measures you go to ensure he receives a daily dose of affection make his heart swell. At times, he would even purposefully deny bending down just to see what route you would take for your kiss.

“𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑” — Leave it to Turgon, and he would sleep in his study, but when he remembers that you’re alone in your shared chambers, he finds himself at your side. However, he forgets your cold feet when he becomes too comfortable holding your body against his. You have a knack for perfectly timing when he relaxes before pressing your feet against his skin. It doesn’t matter how many times he pushes your feet away, they come crawling back. As much as your cold feet drive him up a wall like a cat, without it, his bed feels empty. It’s something he both looks forward to and doesn’t at night.

“𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕” — He knew he wasn’t as spontaneous as the other members of his family and feared that may have been a turn off when it came to courting, but when you entered, you proved him wrong. You were the perfect amount of spontaneity to his tranquillity while understanding and sharing his love for calmness. Whether it’s helping him with his fishes, building/crafting his miniature city together, reading or dancing, Turgon enjoys even moment even more, as he's aware of your appreciation for his love for tranquillity.

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Finarfin

“𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚” — If he could stay all day in bed with you and sleep, he would. Sadly, duty always calls him away, yet, the sound of your whines and feet stomping against the bed leaves his heart yearning. Your long list of reasons why you two should spend all day in bed leaves him in a fit of soft laughter and hearty grins as you complain. Most of them sound reasonable, truly, they do. And if he didn’t know any better than receiving a scolding from his advisor, he'd dive back into bed with you.

“𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏” — The soft padding of your feet as you rush over to him, holding a crown of flowers behind your back and one that matched his attire, leaves him filled with excitement to show it off. He proudly wears each one, be it in public or at court, for all to see the wonderful gift you give him each day with a bundle of love. To top it off, he makes it clear to anyone who notices that you made it, so they'd think twice about saying anything.

“𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖” —There’s not a gift Finarfin has not given to you where your reaction hadn’t left him bubbly. Be it your smile, your laughter, your grin or your screams when the gift was received, he can bet the entire Kingdom will be hearing about it, whether you verbally inform them or show it off every chance you get.

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Galdor

“𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔” — Galdor felt like he found the perfect companion when he heard you loved plants and gardening just as much as he does. His heart swells when he observes your delicacy towards the plants as well as your knowledge. Inviting you into his gardens to show off his knowledge of plants which leads to him being impressed by your knowledge when you add extra facts. He would quietly smile with his eyes as he listens to you prattle on and on about your favourite flora and those you wish to have. Sometimes it the way you proudly show off his gifts of potted plants around your home, caring for them and going as far as naming them.

“𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅” — If it wasn’t the head tilting, then it’s the adorable away your nose crinkle and scrunch when you’re confused that's making him combust internally. He had to refrain from wanting to hold your face and pepper your nose with kisses and bites. The urge to verbally say “awe” comes to mind and the tip of his tongue whenever you do so.

“𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎” — Whether you are a masterchief or not, accompanying him to the kitchen and assisting him is enough to put a smile in his face. His appreciation for the simplicity in life allows for moments like these to be cherished greatly. The loud chopping of vegetables, the soft bubbling of the pot and the clinking of glasses followed by laughter shared between you both as you navigate throughout the kitchen, doing your best to avoid stepping on each other’s feet adds an extra touch of comfort to his life.

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Rog

“𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒖𝒑 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒅” — Due to Rog’s love for spending long hours in the forge, staying up never went according to plan because 9 out of 10 times, it resulted in you falling asleep and him coming home the late hours of the next day, meeting you sprawled out sleeping. He appreciates your dedication to waiting for him each time he ventures into the forge, he’s touched, but it also worries him when you lose proper rest over him. Hence why he tells you not to stay up too late for him, though his words never reach you well because you insist on ensuring you see him when he comes home. All he can do is shake his head with a tender smile as he adjusts your sleeping position to something much more comfortable.

“𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕” — Spending dates indoors, locked up in the forge and watching him slave away behind a piece of metal without complaining makes his craft feel appreciated. At first to him, it didn’t seem like much when he could be taking you on tours around Gondolin and planning other dates, but seeing how divested you were in hearing him talk about his passion made this man want to pop out a ring and propose right on the spot.

“𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒆’𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓” — The first time you clung to his muscular form, squeezing his biceps and nibbling on his arms and shoulders, Rog couldn’t quite believe himself. You treated him as though he was a stuffed toy, squeezing him every chance and burying your face into his muscles. It wasn’t until the first time you called him your teddy bear, that he felt his heart growing warmer at the nickname, not believing that such an affectionate term of endearment could leave him a blushing mess. From that day on Rog vowed to always ensure that his muscles were soft and bulky so that he would always be your teddy bear.

𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ Gwindor

“𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒎” — When Gwindor discovered that you shared the same passion for nature and exploring caves like him it makes his heart combust. In his mind when it came to courting he had never expected for someone to be into the same hobbies as him. He always viewed himself as a nerd and undesirable, leading to him holding less interest in courting. But then you came along with your enthusiasm sharing the same love for nature as him. Most of your dates if not all are spent exploring the lesser caves and exchanging tidbits of knowledge that you’ve accumulated over time.

“𝑳𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕/𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌” — Believe it's or not it doesn’t matter if what you’re saying is interesting in your eyes or not Gwindor values every single with that falls from your tongue. You could be talking about your favourite food, your favourite plant, how you rolled off your bed this morning, or the weird dream you had and he would be listening as though you explaining the creation of the sun, moon, and stars. He believes that you have a natural gift for tuning simple topics into interesting conversations with the most intriguing and enthusiastic words ever. This encourages him to spend every minute of the day with you begging you to even read his favourite novels, simply so he could listen to you speak.

“𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒈𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔” — In his most honorable moments when you appear and see him in his natural form covered in scars window immediately wishes to pull up and disappear. However, when he feels your touch full of love and pain towards his injury, he breaks down. The raw emotion he feels from your touch that emanates love makes him forget his disgust towards his scars. He always believed that you would hate them, hence why he always remained fully clothed around you at all times. Even though he still carries insecurities towards his injuries feeling your gentle touch against his skin melts some of his worries and fears away.

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Carpets And Premieres - Luke Thompson

Word count: 827

Summary: Arriving at the premiere of the third season of a show you've been working on for two years, is rather exciting, no?

As the paparazzi flashbulbs went off like a thousand tiny suns, you and Luke, made your way down the red carpet as his hand was placed on your lower back.

You were wearing a pastel blue dress with a fitted top, a plunging neckline, and a flowing skirt that added a touch of refinement.

The intricate beading and embroidery details on the dress not only improve its visual appeal but also make it a statement piece for all who see it. 

 The fitted top ensured a flattering fit, while the flowing skirt added a touch of drama and elegance. 

The air was electric with anticipation and the sweet, intoxicating scent of popcorn wafted past, carried on the warm, humid breeze. 

Fans lined up along the barricades, some holding signs that read

 "We love you!" and "Season 3, we are ready for the feels!" while others eagerly snapped photos with their smartphones.

You couldn't help but feel a flutter in your stomach as you spotted the familiar faces of the cast members, who felt more like family than co-stars. 

They were all dressed to the nines, looking like they'd just stepped out of the pages of a romantic novel.

 As you and Luke approached the interviewer, you noticed the microphone in his hand and the earnest expression on his face.

 He was excited to speak with you about the upcoming season.

"So, Luke, how does it feel to be here at the premiere of Bridgerton season three?" he asked, his voice steady and professional. 

You could see the flash of Luke's dimple as he smiled and replied

"It's absurd. We've all been working so hard on this season, and to finally share it with our fans like this is just incredible." He paused for a moment, looking into the interviewer's eyes before turning to you. 

"And, of course, having her by my side makes it even more special." You felt your cheeks redden at his words.

"And what about you, y/n?" the interviewer asked, turning his attention to you. 

You cleared your throat, trying to find the right words to express how much being a part of the Bridgerton world meant to you.

 "It's been such an extraordinary journey," you began,

 "I never could have imagined being here, standing next to this amazing man, watching our characters come to life on a screen. It's a dream come true." You glanced over at Luke, feeling his hand squeeze yours gently in support.

The interviewer seemed to sense the sincerity in your words, and nodded before asking, 

"So, what can we expect from the new season? Any special details you can share with us?" 

You and Luke exchanged knowing looks.

 "Well," you began, "I can tell you that the love story between y/c/n and Benedict, this season is going to be breathtaking. There's a lot of passion, a lot of drama, and course, a few jaw-droppers along the way." 

Luke chimed in, "And the chemistry between y/c/n and Benedict? It's off the charts. I think the fans are going to love what they see."

You smiled at him, feeling your heart flutter. Even after all this time, being around Luke still made you feel giddy. 

"And what about the other characters?" the interviewer prodded. "Any favorite moments or storylines you can share?"

 Luke thought for a moment before answering, 

"There's so much to choose from, but I think my favorite part is seeing how the Bridgerton siblings find love one by one. They're an amazing family, both on and off screen." 

You nodded in agreement.

 "And," you added with a grin, "I think we can all look forward to seeing how even a wallflower can bloom."

As the interviewer thanked you and Luke, you both excused yourselves from the media frenzy and made your way over to where your co-stars, Jonathan Bailey, Nicola Coughlan, Claudia Jessie, and Simone Ashley were standing. 

They were deep in conversation when you approached, but quickly broke away with hugs and well-wishes for the premiere. 

"How are you both holding up?" Jonathan asked with a warm smile. "This whole thing is such a whirlwind, isn't it?"

"It certainly is," you agreed, returning his grin. "But it's so exciting to be here with all of you. You've all been such a huge support system over the years." 

You glanced over at Luke, who nodded in agreement. "It does feel like a family," he said, squeezing your hand.

"Well," Nicola cut in with a laugh, "let's not forget that we also have some amazing material to work with. Lady Whistledown would be proud." 

They all shared a laugh before falling silent, gazing out at the sea of adoring fans.

 "This is going to be one heck of a ride," Claudia said with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. 

"But I think we're all up for it." You couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie and pride as you stood there with your fellow Bridgerton colleagues.

[formerlycookierunauprompts]

omg can you do the opposite of the one flustered jester idea? where the reader is the one flustered and let’s switch things up a bit by making reader a beast too she was also sealed cause well.. I mean girlbosses are always villains so, (reader is the weakest beast sadly, she’s weaker than sm) anyway so what if they’re ALREADY into eachother but they’re goddamn slow burn ass yk AGH and so bcz shadow milk knows she’s flustered and she can well flirt back but like bros already red so.. shadow milk has the upper hand here in terms of teasing / flirting YKYK sorry brain rot.. since this is a little more suggestive bcz well you’re flirting I believe that’s suggestive / a little spicy? hope this doesn’t break your rules I’m not quite sure if this counts as super bad.. if it is i swear it’s not intentional I LOVE YOUR WORK ❤️❤️

ohoho anon, you don't realize the power you've given me. Also, i may have changed it a bit to make Reader more of a Warden within the seal that... kinda sucks at her job at keeping the Beasts in the seal and detering them from escaping just to spite the witches. She's still a bit of a girlboss girlfail though.

Requested Prompts #42 - 💓

The five Beasts, five fallen heroes formerly revered now sealed away for their crimes against cookiekind. Everyone knows that Elder Faerie Cookie is the guardian of the seal, but what about the Warden? Yes, the warden of the seal. The Cookie placed within it by the witches to be the equivalent of a squeaky toy for ensure that the beasts stay within the seal from the inside. And, to put things rather simply... you didn't like your job. In fact, you hated the fact that the witches decided that you were apparently fit for the job. So, instead of doing your job, you got to know the beasts instead. Hell, you may have even caught feelings for one of them. And now, with all this information in mind, it brings us to now. " Oh little warden~" You could hear the beast of deceit purr, causing you to stop yourself in your tracks to look over at the (currently) contained beast. You noticed that he'd shrunken down to be around your height, though not small enough to slip through the bars like you could. " Seems you finally decided to pay me a visit again! I was getting so bored trying to entertain myself!" He reached through the bars of his prison, beckoning you inside. You, of course, obliged in his request. " Well, I have duties to attend to within the seal. If the Witches knew I was slacking off then they'd crumble me for sure." You said to yourself with a chuckle, as if the witches would even bother to care after basically abandoning you here all those years ago. " Oh hush, you and I both know very well that they can't possibly know what goes on in here. You can blame it on that Foolish King if something ever happens." Shadow Milk Cookie hummed, holding your face in his hands. " Besides, who would believe a Fool King like him? Nobody, and I mean nobody, knows just what happens here, little warden." There it is again, there's a certain lit to his voice that seemed to worm it's way into your heart to make it beat faster. You couldn't exactly tell if he was actually flirting with you or not, but there was a certain quality to it that tipped your thoughts towards the more flirty side of things. " Still," You begin, looking away to prevent yourself from staring into his gaze. " It's the only thing I can really do here, y'know?" Your reasoning seems to go in one of the beast's ears and our the other, even though neither of your technically have ears. " Hm... but you could be having a little bit of... fun with your favorite trickster, hm?" He suggested, and that may have been what broke your composure the slightest bit, letting the slightest hint of red creep onto your face. You certainly didn't trust that 'fun' meant exactly what you thought, it was probably another one of his petty puppet shows and he was doing all of this to rile you up and get a reaction out of you. " And what exactly do you mean by... 'fun'?" you question him, your composure breaking further as he let out a low chuckle. " Oh little warden... You're so cute whenever you act so clueless." He purred in this new, low voice of his. Since when could he do this? You knew he was an actor but what???? the fuck??? You could see that he was getting bigger as well, more or less of a good sign. " ... It makes me want to just gobble you up~" hoo boy, hoo fucking boy. You could feel the back of one of his claws rest at your leg. " Starting from your toes all the way to your itty bitty silly little head~ I wonder just what you'd taste like...? I could probably just eat you up in one bite~!" He purred, you could see his tongue poke out from between his lips, licking them in a rather teasing manner that got your heart working overtime. You couldn't tell if it was beating so fast out of fear or embarrassment because maybe this actually flustered you a lot and- by the witches he was fucking huge now. Holy fuck he could probably actually do it. He leaned down close, his wide grin inches away from your face.

" Oh you're oh so teeny tiny... i really could just eat you up in one bite~" He hummed as his hand wrapped around your body. You were pretty sure that your brain is going to short-circuit soon just from the way he's looking at you.

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this may be the spiciest thing i've ever written, what the heck.i only stopped here cause I couldn't write any more without getting too embarrassed.

[urban-shade]

my random miscellaneous sebastian headcanons. readmore because its a LOT

current

i was thinking about if he'd use special sebastian shaped emoticons like .:} and }:. and im honestly 50/50 i can see him thinking they're funny but i can also see him not wanting to think about the fact that he's a fish now and no longer human

in general i think he has a lot of identity issues. He literally NEVER brings up the fact that he is fish-esque besides telling us that he's not going to hurt us, and telling us items are on his tail. I think if he was more comfortable with his identity he might occasionally crack a joke but I think deep down he has a mask up emotionally where he tries to forget about it all.

and that mask CRACKS a little when players repeatedly climb on him!! it brings back hard memories for him and that's the most upset we ever hear him.. he doesn't even get that upset when he kills you for flash beaconing him twice.. you can fucking hear the hurt in gianni's voice acting and its just SO . AGH.

past / pre-breakout

i like thinking about what they had him get up to as an LR-P and MR-P a lot. What if they had him assemble furniture to get him used to his new 3rd arm. He thinks he's getting new furniture for his cell but then they take it away and put it in the break room and he gets SO ANNOYED. Then the 2nd furniture they have him do he assembles it and then throws it at the observation room at the top of his cell.

He'd get a game console for like one day to ensure his mental capabilities are the same as before the experimentation and for like 2 years after that day he misses his video games until he gets to play games again when he's promoted to MR-P

I feel like near the very start of things just to get a whole overview of like everything that's changed about him even if gills is only what they really gaf about (million dollar fish might as well see what your money did) they'd be testing a lot of basic stuff. Like taste. And they'd give him some normal food of different types of tastes to see if he's lost any taste receptors and he'd be like so happy but then intentionally one of the foods is really bad. And he gets so mad

i headcanon he did dual enrollment (college+hs) since he switched his college major from business to engineering and he's only 19. And that he was a massive nerd... unfortunately his fishtuation has changed him :(

there is a massive urbanshade in-network group chat/email chain for the scientists. There are a lot of inside jokes and a lot are at sebastians expense

i feel like he got food requests on his birthdays. The highlight of his years

His first request for birthday food was like a recipe his mom made a lot and he got it and it was horrible and barely seasoned because urbanshade is the worst and also they are in Norway and he is NOT going to get properly cooked authentic chilean food. And he never requested chilean food again :( Didn't want to be disappointed

post game

i don't think he truly realizes how big he is and if he ever gets a real human frame of reference he's going to get extremely upset about it (if he was already on edge from something else.. he's practiced at hiding/burying his emotions). The blacksite doesn't have a ton of normal size comparison things for him besides smaller human objects and humans themselves, everything is sorta larger than life there and he might feel quite big but I don't think he has a proper idea of the real scale.

Even if he escapes, even if he could deal with all the problems that come from being a snake/mermaid/fishmonster guy. He is still way too big to fit in any normal human spaces. He is truly screwed unless he can get turned back human by innovation inc...

even if he does get turned back human by innovation inc he's going to have to relive his trauma all over again. i think about that a lot

i think he'd also be conflicted on turning back human like it's the one thing he's wanted for the past 10 years but also.. He's been like this for so long.. he doesn't really feel like Sebastian the kid with a guitar that liked Metallica. He's Sebastian Solace the Saboteur… The dangerous fish man who's been forced to kill a few people out of necessity (and indirectly cause the deaths of a few hundred others)

i think he'd get phantom limb pains from his 3rd arm if he lost it in the human transformation. Like he isn't even supposed to HAVE that arm as a person and yet his brain still expects it to be there. He keeps trying to use it and then it's gone

When he first meets his family again for the first time after he escapes I think he wouldn't be human yet. Before he lets them see him he like speaks to them from behind a door or something… To try and prepare them. He's really nervous about seeing them all again because he absolutely cares about them just the same but he just feels like an outsider now.. he's changed so much

All he wants is to get back to a normal life but, normal human life doesn't feel normal to him anymore. He almost misses the monotony of the blacksite. I feel like innovation inc would take a few months-year to get him turned back and he might try working for them in that time to try and adjust to being out of urbanshade since it feels familiar to him and they're more equipped to deal with a giant fish man than his family's home. But ever so often things there remind him of urbanshade and he goes back to feeling like he's about to be shot on sight.

biology

silver spiny fins are some of the best vertebrates at seeing color in low light conditions! i think he has that trait from them

mantis shrimp like to burrow. I think he has some kind of instinct where he feels more at home in small enclosed spaces (he loves blankets)

what if his upper body had sandpaper shark scales. i dont want to put him through that because can you imagine putting on a cotton shirt with sandpaper skin???? too cruel. but its fun to think about

i think he molts but its only like once a year. The first time he does it he has like absolutely no idea that's what's happening he's just like insanely itchy or something and then he realizes his tail skin has PEELED OFF and he's like (HORRIFIED) but then realizes what's going on . And then it takes forever for him to get it all off and he just stares at it like Eugh after

the second time he realizes he can use the shed to screw with the researchers. Researcher walks in his heavy containment cell in the morning and there's just like a massive translucent crumpled version of him in the corner and they just scream before realizing 2 seconds later

the scientists have a sped up video of him molting to metallica music like how people post timelapses of their snakes shedding

[theoddest1]

Okay so, ima type in what I typed to my friend here.

"Yeah Ima be so dead ass. ||Mel and Ekko carried the final for me, ESPECIALLY Ekko."

Yeah, they should have just kept [Viktor] being Ryze. That made more sense to me than whatever this is. And I am all for mlm rep, but yeah, this felt WAY too, Jayvikky. I liked it better that they were brothers to parallel Vander and Silco, who also found each other and became bros, but it seemed like they went with how popular JayVik was and stuck with it. And Jayce being strung with Viktor for wherever they went felt...kinda nonsensical. I'd rather that Viktor was thwarted and too far gone to then just suddenly have a change of heart and go with Jayce. I imagined that he would have a contingency where he, incase his body was destroyed, would then later rise again to try and enact "Glorious Evolution". It would go well with the themes of his beliefs anyway because every time he dies, he comes back stronger in a new body. I feel like that would better set the ongoing conflict and fit well with the game and why he looks the way he does currently.

I also don't like how quick he and Mel's reunion was considering how much he favored her along with his odd and sudden dislike for her decisions-- Seriously, where did that even come from!?"

[Thought it over further. Him calling her out on her actions isn't the issue. It's the timing and how this transpires that confuses me. He just came from a post-apocalyptic world where Mel, Viktor, and everything else came to mind. The lack of time for them to truly talk made the scene felt out of nowhere and not at all fleshed out. He goes on to place part of the blame on her when literally it wasn't. She DID manipulate but only politically. Everything else was on he and Viktor. Then, when he DOES confront Viktor, the vibes are different. Viktor hurt and caused a chain of events that led to several lives being taken to ensure survival and his "Glorious Evolution", why is this essentially overlooked? Maybe when I review this again, it will make more sense, but as of now, the way Jayce treats both Mel and Viktor is VERY questionable.]

"I would have been pretty happy if He at least gave her a hug, a kiss, something to make their relationship seem consistent with what we were shown. I know that he's been gone for a while and a lot more cold, but this was a very odd direction to go with. I am super happy about Cait and Mel fighting side by side and that Mel may be the main character for a new Noxus related show! [Which I knew they'd set up!] but this series, after seeing it in its entirety, DID suffer too much from the pacing issues. I assumed at the First Act that it was quick paced to go with how they've all been shifted into places they didn't see coming, but the pacing issues continued to bring down the quality. 3 seasons would have made way more sense and would go well with the 3 ACT formula they had used. I hope they learn from this and refrain from making similar mistakes.

[I responded to my friend who posted these images above] I knew they'd make a callback to this line eventually, and I am genuinely surprised people are not catching this obvious set up to Jinx living. Also, I am betting that Heimer did "die" but only that alternate version of himself. [Though obviously I could be wrong, though a life of various lifetimes where he helps each version of the main cast sounds very Heimerdinger of him, especially since he didn't wanna leave.]

The biggest letdown for me has to be Jayce and Viktor's story. It just...doesn't make sense with what we have been shown. Also, if Viktor KNOWS bad shit would happen when bringing Hextech to life and all, why TF would he give it to Jayce then???? Or if he STILL wanted magic to be tampered with shy doesn't he comvince himself in a way HE KNOWS would prevent what happens next, surely NOT EVERY timeline has it where you continue on the path of destruction! You see what I mean!?!? Leave the time crap to Ekko, man. This new inclusion makes no sense! And he does this in VARIOUS timeliness for some reason. Man, I wish it was just a random ass mage or Ryze, this added stuff kinda kills the finale for me🫠

I feel that making Viktor time travel ruins a huge aspect of the story, ngl, especially when Jayce argues that people can "craft their own path." The story also shouldn't have ended with what I could only assume both of them "dying" or traversing time instead. Also, the way Sky was treated and essentially replaced with Jayce feels....very very weeeeird."

[I believe that the ending just didn't land that well. I feel, now thinking over every character, Ekko, Mel, and Jinx carried this season HEAVY. These 3 were the most interesting parts of the season, honorable mention being Singed cause he be doing what he MUST. Also, what was the point of introducing Loris if all he was gonna end up being was a random guy who reminded Vi of Vander? I guess nothing is wrong with this, but when you're already stringing for time, these inclusions make no sense... I liked him, though, RIP Loris🤧. Oh, and Caut barely facing consequences is KINDA CRAZY but it goes with the themes of forgiveness/ acceptance. The Cycle would never end, after all, but yeah Vi and Cait made up WAY too fast and just shows that this needed another season. Let me know your thoughts!]

[bardic-inspo]

I'm currently abroad and it's inspiring a very specific flavor of brainrot about ascended Astarion and the travel-the-lands-together ending which I haven't seen nearly enough headcanons/writing about 👀.

It takes no convincing to get Astarion to say "We'll travel the lands together, tasting everything Faerun has to offer." There are practical applications for his future designs on power and influence, of course. He's gathering intelligence and contacts as he goes. But more than anything, it makes him realize, he's hungry. He's barely seen anything outside the Gate. And without the weight of imminent doom on his shoulders, he feels weightlessly, drunkenly happy drinking in his lover's joy, and drinking from any neck he chooses.

I'm thinking of Tav doing that thing where the fish eat the dead skin from your feet, and it's ticklish at first, but then they get real soft after. And Astarion just basking in their startled laughter like it's sunlight.

I'm thinking of the moan of relief that presses unbidden from Tav's ribs as they fall back into silk sheets and the softest mattress they've ever known. And the sigh of love and release that seeps from Astarion, barely audible, in that same moment. He's here, he won, and he can relish freely in that victory. That he can lavish such luxuries on his lover feels like victory.

I'm thinking of a Tav he hasn't turned yet. How he'd see that they'd have only the finest meals, the richest wines, the sweetest desserts. Every delight of the tongue would be theirs at the snap of his fingers. They'd have it all, so they'd never have to wonder what it tastes like when they do eventually join him in immortality.

Or, a Tav he's turned already. Indulging, together, joyously, in any vein they see fit to plunder. Exorcising the demons of his own deprivation by ensuring Tav never knows any shadow of that word. Feeding. Dining. Together. Blood running down his lover's lips as his eyes flutter shut while he laps the last few drops from their mouth.