#where my oooke ??

[potato-lord-but-not]

is arthur or john more pookie bear

John’s definitely more pookie bbg but Arthur is probably my fav despite being less pookie

[pallases]

oh boy

[boypussydilf]

ive been trying to think of akechi things to ask you since u brought it up and failing miserably weve had so many akechi discussions uhhhhhhhhhhhhh if we sat him down and forced him to listen to the entire [checks[ almost 300 song long akechi playlist what songs do you think he would actually enjoy. and how long do you think it would take before he decided to kill us

HELPSJHDJWNDKWNSJWNSJWNSWNSJNW. for some reason my first instinct is that hed like the like. slow earnestly sad songs. ones like unopened windows and a million miles away. i dont remember a million miles away very well i dont remember how sad it is but like, that vibe musically. just the slow heartbreaking piano shit. i dont know why i think that.

akechi would kill us after either 2 hours of the akechi playlist (a 16 and a half hour playlist, for the uninitiated, a relatively small portion) OR when a song made him feel a bit too seen whichever came first

[chaoticjazz]

I am happy for no reason, I just shower all my friends with live and affection.

[multiversalfandomwriter222]

Nightmares 

you leave Mattheo by himself in bed in the middle of the night to use the bathroom because, you currently have a growing baby sitting on your bladder. Meanwhile, Mattheo has a nightmare, and panics when he can’t find you.

You open your eyes in the middle of the night, shaking awake. You have never awoken in the middle of the night by yourself or for a reason- but tonight you did. You were pregnant. Only a few weeks of course. During your last year of Hogwarts(during the battle), there was a lot of it. And when I mean a lot I mean A LOT(when y’all had time and you weren’t being such a bad bitch killing dementors) You quickly try to get out of bed and you get pulled back in quickly by strong arms.

Your dear husband, Mattheo. Mattheo was never this clingy at night, always flirty, always mischievous, in control, cocky, but at time like these, he was soft and gentle with you. Still in control, cocky and annoying AS FUCK, but still soft. Cuddles were a must. Not a yes or no, a must. He understood as a pregnant lady, you needed space, and would accept it(sometimes) but most times he’ll hold you close to him, his arms wrapped around your tight frame, your arms wrapped around his middle, both of you sleeping in content.

And even if you tried to get away at night- to use the bathroom, sneak out for a walk by yourself, or go get food from downstairs,HE WOULD NOT LET YOU GO.

But as you feel his arms tighten, you crawl under the covers and out to the restroom. You didn’t have time for clingy right now at the moment- YOU HAD TO GO PEE!

Mattheo wakes up to screaming. He jolts up and realizes he’s chained to a chair. He sees you, and his father. He pulls against the chains frantically as he sees he father pointing the wand at your neck. This scene was familiar. To familiar.

Then it clicks. Battle of Hogwarts. Malfoy Mansion. Voldy Moldy had kidnapped you because he found out you were pregnant with his grandchild. Who is prophesied to be the next chosen one, the next heir to slytherin throne.

When Mattheo found this out, the Slytherin Gang and the Golden Trio banded up to get up back. And that’s when their planned failed. And Mattheo couldn’t get this even out of his head. He couldn’t. He was so close to losing you and his child. The reason you survived was your powers. And Mattheo was so grateful. But he can’t stop replaying this memory.

“Oh my dear boy. Did you really think that I wasn’t keeping tabs on you and your fiancée? I wasn’t keeping an eye on your future?I’ve seen it all. Your child is going to be powerful. The next heir of Slytherin.” Voldy says. “Father just let her go. Don’t lay a finger on her. If you need someone of power just take me, don’t hurt her, please-”

“SILENCE.” He says. Tears pour down your face. You were in pain, your heart was in pain, and you could feel Mattheo’s fear. Fear that you would leave him forever if he made one wrong move. One wrong move and he could lose the only two people that love him. The only two people he loves.

“Let’s see the gender shall we?” Voldy asks teasingly to his son. Mattheo grits his teeth as his Father walks closer to you, pressing the wand against your neck. He waves his hand over your stomach and smiles widely(which was creepy AF). “Well?” Mattheo growls. “It’s a boy.” He says. Mattheo smiles in spite of the situation. He’s always wanted a boy. He wouldn’t mind a girl, but a boy was what he wanted. A boy that was his carbon copy but had all his mother’s traits…

“But my boy…” Voldy says and Mattheo oooks around again. Snakes are everywhere. And you are no where to be found. “Y/N!” He yells. Voldy grabs his face and looks him in the eye. “You’ll never be good enough for them. Not enough power can make you be good enough to for them. Because my boy, you are nothing. You’ve always be nothing. Despite that façade you give everyone, you’re just a weak little boy desperate for my approval.” Mattheo feels tears prick at the corner of his eyes. “And if you can’t be good enough for her, how will you good for everyone else?” Voldy laughs. “Because you are nothing.”

Mattheo gasps and throws the covers off immediately. Realizing you aren’t there he jumps out of bed. “Baby? Darling? Love?” He whispers, running around frantically. He sees the bathroom light on and knocks on the bathroom door, frantic to see you.

“Come in.” Your angelic voice calls to him. He rushes in and kneels down in front of you. “Mattheo?” You question, as he was on his knees for you. For the third time in the row.

The first one was when he had to kneel for your life, you and your son’s life. The second was when he proposed before the chaos of the Battle. And the third was now. He kneels and looks up at you desperately. “Are you mine?” He whispers softly for you to hear. “Yes. I’m your wife.” “Are you okay?” He asks. It clicks. He had a nightmare about you in the Malfoy Mansion, when Voldy had you at the brink of death. When he has those nightmares, you realized he asks you confirming questions, to make sure that the stuff he sees is his reality. “Yes. I’m okay.”

Mattheo then puts his hand on your small bump. “Is he okay?” You nod. “He’s okay.” Mattheo stands and kisses you desperately. You kiss back and he gently picks you up and carries you to the bed. You break away and pull him down on the bed, where he instantly cuddles you. “I love you so much baby. So, so much.” He whispers. You brush his curls from his face and smile. “We love you more Theo.”

[sillyguyhahahhaha]

I hate stolas so much its not funny

stolas is the worst shitty piece of ass junk I've ever seen.

Hes manipulative, imp racist, self entitled, blind, sadistic, blame throwing, immature, careless, saddest, abuser, guilt tripper in this whole fucking show.

i hate how people actually like & still defend him when he disregards blitz feelings & blames him for not coming to save him when he literally had his capable employees help.

wouldn't him meeting Val just match so well?

like look ok boo hooo you had a shitty wife, mean daddy, daughters hates you & your depressed. ok i don't give a fuck how about that? look at other characters like imps

blitz accidently killed his own mother, almost killed his best friend, dad always hated him, now all his living family hates him, had a ton of shit & yeah made some bad choices but Cleary has a much worse life & where supposed to feel bad for someone like stolas? I don't fucking get it & theirs a leaked episode that his daughters finds anti depressants & guilt trips him to make us all feel bad for sad owl boy. I don't want to fucking watch that, there's nothing sad about it Hes an ass hole.

He doesn't deserve this shit ton of sympathy that people constantly give him, and why is blitz always the bad guy for being so mean & careless about him when stolas literally made it only about sex, called him "toy" like wtf? and expected him to drop everything to save him because his workers weren't good enough to his liking? like no fuck you stolas and fuck everyone on the team who wrote this or agrees with this, i really just hate you all if you think its sad owl boy. I don't want see any shitty comments like "your mean he does have it hard some people have different types of hard life's" yeah I don't give even a atom of a fuck if I could I would literally kill off stolas.

from episode 1 he literally disregarded that he was in danger & he's been in multiple dangerous situations with no help from stolas besides 1 time ever but stolas expects blitz to just drop everything any time for him? even worse he is literally racist he clearly seems imps as a lower being, treats his imp butler like shit? talks to hardly any other imps unless its some kinky shit & had to reallllyyy loon out the word "oook my little 'imp~'" like I see no redeeming qualities about him he could try to care more for his daughter as well but its always "nooo he's to busy!" no he's fucking not, I've seen bad relation ships & you can still tend to you're child he's just a shitty dad whos to immature to hold any relation ship.

summery: I want stolas to be cut from the series at this point

[phoniexrose02]

Call him Daddy

Miguel Diaz x Black!Reader

Black & Brown 🤎

Smutt🍼💍

"Miggy Could you see yourself with Kids?" He Blushed and Quickly looked in your Direction."Wha...Um Why?" He looked Almost Shocked you two had just started 11th Grade and Were no Where Near ready for a Baby."Shit Miguel Calm Down I'm just asking I swear" you giggle as he holds his Chest in Relief."Oook I mean I have to Expand my family Some How Right?" He looked right at you giving Shy smile, Which you returned. "Right" You two made a Promise to Be as Careful as Possible until you two Were Ready.

After Graduation you two got more handsy, But still Safe. It wasn't until a few years later that you'd both Decided it might to time to tie the knot.

"Shit I didn't think you were Serious!" Robby Smiled as he and the other Boys Examined the Ring."That physical therapist Job must Pay well" Demitri Chuckled out ." Hell Yea it is! Look at that Diamond!" As Eli went to Reach Miguel quickly Closed the Box and Shoved it into his Pocket."Mm'Thinkin' Today? Maybe our first night in the new place" The boys Nodded in agreement." Hawk Over Here!" The boys attention Was now on On the Girls: Tory, Yas, Y/n, And Pregnant Moon ." I still can't believe there's already gonna be a Baby Hawk" Robby Giggled out in Disbelief, They all Watch them Look and Pick at Baby Clothes."That's what I get For Hitting it Raw, Feels so Damn Good tho~"

Hm

Miguel felt his Cheeks warm as he watched you look threw Baby Clothes,He wanted to know what you'd look like all Round and Plump with his babies. He Knew he was Supposed to be Celebrating with his Buddies But he Couldn't help Keep his hands off you. He'd rest his hands on your Waist, Holding you Close to him While you Looked with the others."Isn't this Cute Miguel?" He Hummed in agreement Running his hands Down your Curves, he let his hands Roam your Soft Belly and Hips."You know I think The Movers Should be Done By now Mi amor~" You frown and Look back up to him."But We just got here Miggy!" His Grip on your Hips Tightened and he Nibbled at your Ear."We've been shopping for hours.You just now Got to the baby section."

"Why'd u want me to Leave so Bad huh?" You start to Grind your Ass against him Only for him to Dig his hands into Hips."Why are you looking at Baby Clothes?" You stayed Silent and Shrugged your Shoulders.

"Thinking about babies Huh?" He Kissed Behind your Ear Making you shiver." I swear I was just Looking, We're no Where Near Ready for Babies" He gave another Wet kiss at your Ear before Whispering." I don't see Why not, Amor~" He Moaned The last Word Making you Shivered and finally turn to him."Are you Sure, Once we start there is no going back?" He Nodded pulling you into a Kiss."Hey Guys Me and Miguel are gonna Head home, Make sure it Looks Good for the Housewarming. We'll see you there?" They All Agree Before Miguel quickly pulled you Both Out to the Parking lot.

"Shit Amor!~" He Moaned, Comfortably Sat on your New Sofa in nothing more than a Pink Robe He'd Bought from the mall Earlier, You Gagged on His Cock Staring like a Predator as you Swallowed him down. Miguel wasn't a Complete Sub but seeing you Suck out his Soul made him Weak. His Grip Tightened on the Soft Cushions as you Moaned and Played with his Balls.

"Fuck Mamí! You...you gotta stop!~" He Grabbed at your Messy Jaw before Slowly pulling you off with a Twitch."I'm only Bussin' in that Pussy today Baby~" He pulled you into his Lap and the two of you share a Sloppy Kiss, He stood up Wrapping your Legs around his Waist an Carried you To your Shared Bedroom, He'd Tossed you onto the bed before Stripping from the Robe.

His Beautiful Naked Skin Glowed against the Warm light of the room, You Spread your Legs an Play with your Messy Pussy. He bit his lip and Crawled between your Legs. He kissed at your thighs he Gently Moved your hand before giving your pussy a long awaited lick, your hand Relocated to his Hair as he Secured his Place in between his thighs.

The Sloppy noises that echoed around the Room only Made you Jerk harder in his Grasp, He Gave Full Contact as your Mess Leaked Down his Beard Soaked it."Fuck, i want it Migs! Please Fill me up~" He Giggled Before Giving your Clit a Few Flicks."Ok Pretty Girl~" He gave your Clit one last kiss before trailing them up your stomach, He Finally Locked Lips with you Letting you taste yourself. "You Ready Mamí? once I feel it Raw I might not wanna Stop~" You gave him a Confident Smile Before Turning over and Shoving your Face into your Pillows. You Shoved you ass onto his Hard Dick Earning a Pleased Moan From Him."I'm Ready Papí~" He Gripped your ass Basically Drooling at the Mouth, You Felt his Hot Tip Catch your Entrance."Please Papí~ I'm aching For it Please!~" he Growled Slowly Sinking into your Warm Walls."Ooh Shit Y/n/n~" your Sure his Grip on your hips Could Bruise, Usually He couldn't Contain Himself Whenever you pulled the ol Face Down ass Up Technique, an today was no Different.

Except Feeling you Raw made him Feel like a Demon, When his Snapped his Hips into yours once more an you Couldn't Hold your in your Moans. His thrust Her Gentle, Almost too Gentle. Like he was Holding Back, So you Decided to Egg him on a Little by a Playful Tease." Come on Migs~ First time no Condom and you Fuck Like this?? I thought you wanted to put a Baby in me~" you Reached between your Legs an Massage at his Balls and Whirling your hips. He shoved you Back into the Bed Before giving you a particularly Hard Thrust that Made you Spine Tingle, He had Taken your Beautiful Dreads in Between his Fingers as he Leaned over to Whisper in your Ear."I'm Being Gentle for your Sake Princess, But if you want it Rough I'll Give it To ya~" You Whined as he Started slamming into you, his Thrust Shook the Bed and you Laid a Fuck Doll for him to Play with.

"You Gon Make me a Daddy Baby? Hum?"

Mhm!~

He pulled Himself from you Oozing Pussy, an you were Roughly Turned on your Back Where you got a Front Seat Row on his Beautiful Body. His Brown Abs Were Glowing With his Sweat and his Cream Covers Cock Laid on your Stomach, His Tips red Ready to Burst."i wanna Look at my pretty Mama~" He Shoved himself back inside, his Expression Relieved as he Started his brutal Thrust once again. You'd Wrapped your arms around his Shoulders leaving Love bites Everywhere you could access Only Fueling the Fire, he Gripped your LoveHandles Tightly an Picked up the Pace Driving you Over the Edge." Oh Fuck Miguel~ Please Fill me up!~" His Thrust became uneven as your Walls Tried to suck him Dry, he let out a Loud throaty Groan as his Warm Seed Coated your Insides. He'd Shoved you Both Further into the Bed as he tried to catch his Breathe.

You felt Full~

Both you and Miguel had Felt a bit of a Barrier Because of The Condoms. It just felt like you could be closer, an today you Were~

He slowly Pulled from you Creamed walls, Both of you Marveling at the Mess you Made."You good?" You Nodded an he slipped on a Tank before pulling the Robe back onto his shoulders, The Fabric soft Immediately Reminding him Why he Bought it."You know you Look like a Daddy in that Thing" he Giggled, Miguel couldn't Wait to see you Round Tummy and Milky Tits, Plus he basically Got to hit it raw Until the Stick Blue.

So...Why not Put a Ring on it. Make it official.

"We still have Time before Their Here, wanna Go another Round?"

"I actually had something else in mind..." he pulled a Small Box From the Bag Before Sitting back in the Bed Next to you." I've been Raking my Head all Week Just thinking about this moment, and what'd id Say even Longer. But now that We're ready for Kids, I think We're Ready for Marriage" Your Ears Perked as you sat up and leaned against his Back, you stared at the Box with a Bright smile."Of course I'll Marry you Miguel~" He Blushed and Giggles as you reached for the small Box."I haven't even Asked you Yet!" He pulled away Opening the Box and Presenting the Pretty Ring to his Beloved.

"Mi vida y alma~ will you make me a Happy Husband and Father for the Rest of my Life?~"

"Forever and Always Mi Corazón" He smiled an slipped the Ring Onto your finger, Sealing the Deal with a Long Passionate Kiss.

More Cobra Kai 🐍

An: Almost Deleted, Shi been in my Draft Since July 😬

[stupidphototricks]

Wizards doing whatever it is wizards do, in Reaper Man.

"Is there any other gateway around here, Modo?" he said. "No, Mr. Poons." "Well, where should we have one?" "Sorry, Mr. Poons?" There was the sound of tortured masonry, followed by a vaguely Poons-shaped hole in the wall. Windle's hand reached back in and picked up his hat. --Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man

The Senior Wrangler could do to a conversation what it takes quite thick treacle to do to the pedals of a precision watch. --Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man

The wizards said that the University had never paid taxes to the civil authority. The Patrician said he was not proposing to remain civil for long. --Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man

"Olé," said Windle. "Oook?" "No, not 'with milk," said Windle. --Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man

He carefully formulated the most genteel battle cry in the history of bowdlerism. "Darn them to Heck!" he yelled, and ran after the Dean. --Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man

"But he's dead," said Ridcully. "Isn't he? He said he was." --Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man

Ridcully was simple-minded. This doesn't mean stupid. It just meant that he could only think properly about things if he cut away all the complicated bits around the edges. --Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man

"Tell me," Ludmilla whispered to Ridcully, "is this how wizards usually behave?" "The Senior Wrangler is an amazingly fine example," said Ridcully. "Got the same urgent grasp of reality as a cardboard cutout. Proud to have him on the team." --Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man

And possibly my favorite bit:

"Oook." "You? We can't take you," said the Dean, glaring at the Librarian. "You don't know a thing about guerrilla warfare." "Oook!" said the Librarian, and made a surprisingly comprehensive gesture to indicate that, on the other hand, what he didn't know about orangutan warfare could be written on the very small pounded up remains of, for example, the Dean. --Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man

[giyeh-park]

Moments when Ash was such a simp for Dru:

Bro was ready to throw hands if they did something to dru. "she has the protection of my court", oook

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DONT REMEMBER ME?? 😭😭😭"

Yes Ash, the girl you saw once in your entire life and have been thinking about ever since. The girl whose drawing you saved even when you changed dimensions doesn't remember you. Ouch (I know he practiced in front of the mirror for when he saw her again)

Hasn't it happened to you that you accidentally tell too much to the person you like? Well, Ash was nowhere near telling Dru all about his trip to Thule if Janus didn't arrive.

Ok, where do I start? First, he looks like a girl who brought a boy into her room and is now nervous about getting caught. All that time he could have sent her back but he preferred to flirt with her for a little while and see if she remembered. Then, as soon as Janus appears, he sends her back because he knows that if they see her they will kill her. And he gives him a piece of clothing, which I am sure is very dangerous considering that there are possibly spells that could hurt him through having something of his, and I am also very sure that he knows it but when he is with Drusilla he simply does not think.

And all of this in like 4 pages... Omg

[this-too-shall-bleed]

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The me’s

[just-a-random-hobbit]

Miguel O'hara × Italian!spider!reader hcs

Idk don't ask, I was in the mood for writing smth w a lot of self insert SO

Here we go

It's gonna be messy sooooo sorry not sorry

! Yes, I'm studying Spanish at school, but I'm kinda an ass w it. Sorry for the mistakes !

Since you entered the spider society you only spoke English, but sometimes some Italian words slipped

Same thing happened w Miguel and a lot of times you heard him speaking w himself in Spanish

Next thing you know is that with Miguel you talk in Italian and he talks in Spanish with you, except for a few words yow two can understand each other

An example?

"MIG, TI HO PORTATO IL RAPPORTO SULL'ULTIMA MISSIONE"

"MIG, I GOT YOU THE REPORT ABT LAST MISSION"

"Mh bueno, dámelo"

"Mh good, give it to me"

"VA BENE MA DOVE CAZZO SEI?"

"ALRIGHT BUT WHERE TF ARE YOU?"

"¿PRQUE COÑO GRITAS? ESTOY AQUÍ, ¿DONDE PIENSES QUE ESTOY?"

"WHY TF R U SHOUTING?, I'M HERE, WHERE DO YOU THINK I AM?"

Lovely

Once you brought him some 'nduja (idk maybe you're from Calabria or went there for the holidays) and he loves that, I just know that he does, you can't say otherwise

If you like football you'd watch some matches w him and talk abt them for a few days

I also just know that you two talk shit abt Americans or people in general who cook an abomination and call it "Mexican food" or "Italian food"

Spices vs herbs, an endless war in the kitchen

Sometimes false friend words kick in and the conversation is hilarious

"Mmh ayer he comido unas gambas riquisimas"

"Mmh yesterday I have some delicious shrimps"

* disgusted * "tu cosa?"

"You what?"

(Gambas in Spanish means shrimp, in Italian it means leg) (omg idk if this is a word used in Spain and not in Latino America hold on a sec) (ok in Mexico it's camarón, can we pretend for a sec that it's also used gamba?) (It's not bc I don't have a lot of dialogue ideas, ofc not...)

"¿Me traes aquél vaso porfavor?"

"Can you hand me that glass please?"

* confused * "oook?" * hand him the flower vase *

(Vaso in Spanish means glass, in Italian it means flower vase)

(Ik these situations are really clichés but I still find them cute and funny)

You are siesta/pennichella mates

Now imgine if you get closer and closer w Miguel and invite him over for the Sunday lunch, (probably since you are a spiderperson you don't have a lot of relatives anymore, BUT LET'S IMAGINE THAT AT LEAST GRANDMA IT'S STILL WITH US)

Like- how cute it would be, w grandma saying to this beast of a man: "ma stai sciupato, mangia ancora qualcosa" ("you are so thin, eat some more") and he just keeps eating what she gives him bc he can't say no.

I also think that he's not really used to big family reunions, I read a few comics but I didn't catch any hint of a big family tree, so maybe he'd be kinda disoriented if you have a really big family.

For all my northern lovelies (me included) he's gonna be surprised when he sees that we aren't the italian bubbly and cheerful stereotype, but kinda cold and grumpy.

Another thing for the northeners: he's gonna bitch abt the time we usually have lunch and dinner. Lunch at 12/13 and dinner at 19/20???? You must be joking (Yes, the average northener eats early, obviously it depends on the family. In my experience and the ones of my friends these are the usual eating times)

If you still go to school and (like me) go to school also on Saturday: he's shocked. That's it. Just shocked that you have only one day to rest. But this helps to remind him that taking breaks it's important, so you two hopefully spend some time relaxing together, taking a break from school and being spoderman/spiderwoman.

Again, for people who go to school: he listens to your meltdowns. Even if he's from the future and from another country he understands that the school system stopped evolution in the mid 20th century and it fucking sucks.

If you struggle with subjects like chemistry or science he's more than glad to help you

If you go to a liceo he kinda sees himself in you and your experience, so with lots of subject to study and standars super high

If you have Spanish as a second foreign language at school he's definitely going to help you. YOU HEARD ME? YOU AIN'T GOING ANYWHERE UNTILL YOU LEARNED PERFECTLY TODOS LOS IRREGULARES DEL SUBJUNTIVO!!!!! (I really need his help)

If you go to a professional/technical (idk how to translate themmmm) institute with subjects in the field of engineering and computers he's gonna help you if you need help, giving you some tips and extra informations so that you can be the best of your class.

Let's say that you live in Milan: there aren't a lot of skyscrapers, but there are still some buildings on which you can swing decently. Same thing goes for most of the big cities

Now let's say that you live in a small town, in the middle of the countryside, where the tallest building is the bell tower of the church: "how the fuck do you swing and jump and- do litterally all the spiderthings?" And you just show him that you attach you webs on the top of the nearest strong tree or house. He's just like:

Hhhhhh WHAT SHOULD I ADDDD

IDFKKKKK

Bye

Edit: ok got 3 more hcs

The idea of always having a sweet breakfast was kinda weird to him, and didn't really got used to it really fast. But with some time he found the combinations that he preferred: espresso and gocciole

He's team gocciole

He's also team lemon estathé

[kelpan]

Hello!

I can't tell you how good it feels to be getting a chapter out only about a month after the last update, instead of, you know, four 😅. But for any who were concerned after my last authors note, I can say I am doing a bit better than I was, a fact I'm both grateful for and still getting used to. I had a surgery at the beginning of this month, which took me down for about two weeks to recover from, but I can say it was well worth it, as I'm already seeing improvements in my health. Just trying to take it all one step at a time, even when bad days still arise.

If anything, it gave me plenty of time to work on this chapter and get it to a place where I'm happy with it. Only two more chapters left in Act 1!

Also, it was my birthday earlier this past week! Gemini season has begun! :D

Credit for the OC Chrysanthemum headshot goes to wwispie on Etsy/Instagram!

Ao3: Petals on a Stream of Stars

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Act 1, Chapter 13: Once Lost, Now Found

Wednesday

7:45pm

Chrysanthemum

Outside the walls of the daycare, the low lighting grew dense and heavy, lit only by harsh emergency lighting. Everywhere stood masses of confused patrons, huddled in groups of various sizes in shops or along corners. Somewhere, Chrys heard a mechanical voice stick out amidst the chaos, dissonant against the flow of human ones flooding the air. She dashed forward, following the direction of the sound. A human staff member may not be able to contact an animatronic, but perhaps a robotic one might. 

Just a ways ahead, she found the source of the voice; A single staff bot currently attempting—and failing—to corral a large family into remaining still enough to be scanned. While expressionless, Chrys could swear she heard exasperation in the bot’s monotone voice. 

“Guests, please remain in place. Scanning will commence—GUESTS. Please remain in place. Scanning will commence—GUESTS. Please remain in—”

“Hey!” Every face in the vicinity turned to look at her. She disregarded those that were human and spoke only to the staff bot. “Are you able to get a message to an animatronic? It’s urgent.”

Head cocked, her request was met with a blank stare. A red laser pinprick lit up the center of its oval iris, washing over her. 

“Employee designation recognized. Request granted. What is your message and intended recipient?”

The family huffed from behind the bot, but she refused to let them distract her from her goal. If they wanted this to be over sooner, they should have been more patient and cooperative in the first place. 

“Uh, for Sun.”

“Sun is off-line. Choose available recipient.”

“Wait, what?” The bot’s response made her pause. “But I literally just saw him a couple of minutes ago.”

“Sun is off-line. Choose available recipient.” 

“Oook then… uh, what about Moon? Is he available?”

The bot remained silent for a moment before answering, the sound of a fan revving signifying his inner query. “Affirmative.”

“Great!” She pumped her fist. “Then, uh, tell him he needs to go to Kids Cove as soon as possible. I have reason to believe that’s where Marigold’s gone. You know, the missing kid.”

The staff bot bobbed its head before returning to duty. “Received. Message sent.” 

“Great, thank you!”

Hopefully he gets there quickly…

Task completed, she let her feet lead the way back, letting the frustrated bot return to his unenviable duty. Though with each step, her assurance wavered. A peculiar knot still remained lodged in her chest, weighing on her. But why? She came to a halt when a flash of pain shot through the inside of her cheek, catching up to her that she’d been chewing at it without realizing it. 

This didn’t make sense. She’d done what she sought out to do; Give someone better suited to help Marigold in this situation an advantage, point them in the right direction. That’s all that she could do, right? 

So why did she feel so dissatisfied?

A single thought repeatedly clawed to the surface, eating away at what was left of her confidence. What if… what if she was wrong? What if her deductions meant nothing, and she was pulling help further away from where it really needed to be? Should she have thought to check it out herself first, and called for help later? Was she just wasting everyone’s time, sending them on a wild goose chase?

She groaned, the butts of her palms shoved to her eyes as she spun in place. She didn’t think this through! Stupid, so, so stupid! If she’d bungled this she’d feel like the worst sort of person—a detriment, with the audacity to burden others with her incompetence.  

Looking out from beyond her hands, she found herself standing in the space between the front gate of the Daycare and the path which led to the elevator. The realization dawned on her that this would have been the most likely path for the party to have followed upon returning to the Daycare. What were the odds that this was where Marigold had run off?

While things weren’t crystal clear, her eyes had had enough time to adjust to the dim space that she could make out some of the graphics and advertisements around her, scanning for anything that might have caught a child’s eye. A cut-out for Roxy Raceway, a poster of Freddy singing, and—there! Protruding from a wall, a mounted arrow sign, pointing down a conjoining hallway, with the words “Kids Cove” written at its center, surrounded by what looked to be an image of palm trees.

Bingo!

Her body took off of its own volition, and soon the slap of her sneakers joined the cacophony of the crowd as she jogged, deftly avoiding wayward packs of confused and irate people until she reached her destination; A wide open and decorated archway that once would have made for a inviting display, now cordoned off by an array of wooden crates, opaque sheets of plastic and caution tape, with two signs bookending the haphazard mess of clutter. Flashlight in hand, Chrys drew close, using the light to read the message. 

“Kids Cove.” She breathed. “Closed for renovations. Do not enter without special authorization. Fazbear Entertainment will not be held liable for any harm received past this point. Well,” she sighed, craning to try and look beyond the blockages. “Trying to find a lost kid counts as special authorization, right? Right. Of course it does.” 

After a minute of examining the area, she discovered a small opening between the sides of two crates, just large enough for her to squeeze through if she dropped to her belly and shimmied on her side. 

“Guess I know how she would’ve gotten in…”

From the floor, nothing but a void greeted her beyond the crates. No light, no glow, only an inky abyss, one that even her flashlight couldn’t overpower, at least not from this angle. Positioning herself down to an army crawl, she ignored any dust her movement kicked up, though they made her nose sniffle, and inched her way through. Once she could stick her top half out on the other side, a quick look confirmed her suspicions; No emergency lighting present, not like the rest of the building. The air felt oppressive against her skin, tickling the hair on the back of her neck. If Marigold managed to make it in this far before the lights went out, there’d have been no way for her to have found her way back out again on her own.

“Marigold?” She called, pulling herself to her feet and stepping carefully into the dark, the flashlight acting as her anchor and her guide, lighting her way past the abstract and colorful shapes partially revealed within the minuscule circle of light.

With a bit of examination, the abstract shapes revealed themselves to be different kinds of playground equipment. Jungle gyms, slides, swings, all in various shades of underwater or muted jewel tones, with most still in some incomplete form of assembly. She had to hand it to those two attendants. For as infuriating as they were, it appeared as if they knew at least a little of what they talked about. 

The further in she went, the more apparent it was how secluded this section of the pizzaplex was from the rest of the building. None of the fanfare from the guests outside could make it this far, making every sound more pronounced within the silence. Her footsteps, her breathing. Though she was here with good intentions, she couldn’t shake the feeling that perhaps this wasn’t the wisest of decisions. Ignoring the goosebumps which prickled across her arms, she pressed on, reminding herself that she was an adult, and there was a kid in need right now. It was her responsibility to keep herself under control.

“Marigold?” She called out again, her voice bouncing throughout the room. “Marigold, can you hear me?”

Waiting for the last of her echoes to fade, she held her breath, hoping to better catch even the softest of sounds.

“… Miss Chrys?”

She whipped to the side with a sharp gasp, flashlight darting to try and locate its source.

“Marigold?” Chrys repeated, hesitant to trust in what she heard as the real deal and not just a figment of her imagination.

“Miss Chrys!”

“Marigold!!!”

Certain now without the shadow of a doubt, Chrys rushed ahead, narrowly avoiding the scattered pieces of unfinished playground equipment littering the floor.

“Where are you? Are you hurt? Don’t worry, I’m—AHHH!”

Her words switched to a shout as the floor disappeared out from under her, stomach lurching as she sprawled forward, arms outstretched in a desperate attempt to cushion her fall. Her flashlight flew from her grasp, the beam darting about in erratic streaks, before going out with a bang and a crackle, leaving her blind in the dark as she hit the ground.

“Miss Chrys!!!”

Marigold’s terrified voice shrieked in her ear, closer than ever before, adding to her disorientation. Her knees and elbows smarted, having taken the majority of her weight in the fall, and her shoulder ached, but overall, that seemed to be the worst of it. The fall must not have been that bad, though to Chrys it felt like she fell a good couple of feet, at least. 

“Miss Chrys, are you ok???”

Reminded of the present by a pair of tiny hands yanking and tugging at her shirt, Chrys shook herself from her daze and did her best to focus.

“Marigold, is that you? Oh, I’m so glad to—oof!”

“I’m sorry!!” The girl launched herself at her so hard she pushed the air from her lungs, and clung to her as if she were a lifeline. “I thought big brother would be here, his office is here, he’s always working! But then it was all blocked off, and I wasn’t sure if I should look behind it, but I wanted to find him so I tried, but then there was nobody, and, and then, then the lights went out, and I didn’t know how to get back, and I tripped and fell and now my ankle hurts and… and… WAHHHHHH!!!!” 

The girl spoke in a single, fluid torrent, her words a bleeding mess of incoherent emotions and distress. Her tears broke into full bodied sobs, her breathing disjointed by deep gasps of air.

“Hey, hey!” Chrys sat up, scooping the wailing child into her arms. “It’s ok, it’s ok. You’re safe, that’s all that matters. Everything’s ok, shhhhh…”

She rocked in place, patting gently along the child’s back in a soothing motion, keeping her little murmurs of reassurance soft and calm and steady. 

“There you go, that’s it,” Chrys said, sensing her efforts were taking effect. “Take a deep breath for me. In—” She demonstrated the motion first, pleased when Marigold imitated. “And out. Good, good.” 

The poor thing sat on her lap tucked in the fetal position, head nestled up under Chrys’s chin. She hiccupped and sniffled as her tears ebbed, snuggling in as close as she could. 

“Marigold,” Chrys asked, pausing to consider her words before continuing. “What’s going on, why did you run off? We were all so worried.”

The girl coughed, the sound heavy with mucus, and curled even further inward. “… he promised.”

“Promised? Promised what?”

Silence hung heavy in the air around them, until after another wet cough, Marigold continued. “Big Brother promised he’d celebrate my birthday with me. But… everything’s been so bad lately. Since Grandpa didn’t wake up, all Mama and Papa do is shout and yell and cry, and Big Brother is never home anymore! I just… I just wanted everyone to smile again, like when mama and I first moved in… he promised!!! 

The wails started anew, face pressed into her chest, the tears soaking through the already wet fabric as she worked herself up again. Chrys winced alongside each of her pain-filled cries but remained silent, giving her the space to release all the pent up grief and confusion bottled up inside. She knew how it was to be so overwhelmed that you couldn’t think straight. Wrapping her arms fully around her shaking frame, she held the girl close, cheek pressed to the top of her head, rocking gently back and forth. Words wouldn’t help here. Just presence and kindness. To know it was alright to cry, to know you were safe while you let it all out, give voice to the ache that refused to leave. 

To know you weren’t alone. 

A memory appeared in her mind then, foggy, but there, of her mother holding her in a similar position soon after her Dad had died. Oh, how she’d cried and cried, inconsolable, but her mother had let her, holding her tight as the soft melody she sang soothed her frazzled nerves…

“When the Sun sets…”

The same song found purchase in her own throat now, vying for space amidst the child’s cries. Chrys sang just above a whisper, a purposeful breathiness intermingling with each note. 

“And the Moon rises…”

Marigold shifted, turning so as the side of her face rested against Chrys’s chest, where her heartbeat was strongest. Chrys ran a gentle hand over her head, caressing the soft curls. 

“The stars will dance for you. As the petals blow, from the trees embrace, carrying away your light. And there I’ll go, to the waters edge, to sing with you again….”

Marigold’s breathing settled as the last note faded, the music having won against the sorrow. The empty air around them no longer carried a sense of unease, but rather that of a comforting shield, protecting them in an otherworldly cocoon of peace and quiet. 

“What… what song is that?” Marigold’s tiny voice asked, her sniffle the loudest. 

“Just… a lullaby my mother taught me. It always used to help me whenever my heart hurt. Maybe it can help yours too.”

Though she didn’t reply, Marigold seemed content with her answer, snuggling in closer and twirling a lock of hair as they sat together in comfortable silence. They should start trying to find their way back soon, Chrys knew, alleviate everyone’s worry and return to enjoying the rest of the party, but… she couldn’t find it within herself to move the exhausted girl quite yet. Poor thing could use an extra minute or two. 

Though, despite her wishes, fate seemed to have a different plan. A sharp clang, thin and metallic, rang out from the darkness, shattering their illusion of solitude. Marigold gasped and stiffened. Chrys remained silent, listening.

“Monster…” Marigold whispered, in the tiniest of voices. She trembled, attempting to back further into the safety of her arms. Chrys adjusted, using a free hand to wipe the wet strands of hair out of Marigold’s tear-soaked face. 

“It’s ok,” Chrys replied, reassuring. “Maybe something fell, or…” In the distance, a soft tinkling sound resounded through the void, active, and growing closer by the millisecond. It took Chrys a split-second to realize what it was.

“Bells… they’re bells! Oh, thank goodness. Marigold, it’s alright, that’s no monster, that’s just Mr.—”

“No!” Marigold screeched, fighting against her “No, no! Monster, monster!!” 

Tugging against her hold, her behavior grew more frantic by the second, forcing Chrys to struggle in order to keep Marigold still. If she slipped up and let her run off into the dark like this, she could only imagine how badly she could get hurt. She had to figure out a way to get her to calm down before things got out of hand. 

Wait, the flashlight! Of course!

Everything always seemed scarier in the dark; it’s why night-lights were staples in childhood bedrooms. Marigold just needed to see that there was nothing to fear! Deciding to try, Chrys switched her hold to a single arm, just long enough to snatch the tool from the ground and smash the defiant button, hoping to make the stubborn thing work through sheer force of will alone. 

“Come on, come on!”

The jingles grew louder, only to stop just before they would have reached them, the lack of noise louder than the sound itself. A red glow began to break through the darkness surrounding them, illuminating the dark shapes around them bit by bit. Marigold exploded the second she noticed, kicking and clawing as if her life depended on it, her tiny nails digging into Chrys’s arm hard enough that she could feel the sharp pricks of pain and warm wetness bloom across her skin. Dropping the flashlight, Chrys abandoned her previous plan and focused solely on restraining Marigold, certain now that she would inevitably harm herself in such a state. 

“Marigold, stop! It’s alright! Relax! There’s no monster, I promise! You have to calm down!”

A sharp “crunch” from the side interrupted her just then, followed immediately by an eruption of light which split the space between, blinding as her pupils constricted. 

Blinking against the pain, snippets of vision registered as her eyes adjusted. Blue fabric against yellow stars. Grey and blue endoskeleton. A sleeping cap more hood than cap draped over thin shoulders. And a silvery, crescent moon face, framing blood red, glowing eyes, the very same which had stared down at her while she lay on a concrete floor. 

Marigold screamed.

[mysouleaten]

OUR GET-ALONG SHIRT

[ this fic is a re-upload from my old account ! ]

bachira m. x gn!mc

summary ... you and bachira don't get along very well and blue lock cant have their best dribblers get into pity fights ! their solution ? is to get you and bachira a 'get-along shirt' isagi ... he just doesn't want his two best friends fighting

warnings ... fluff, mc and bachira acting like an old couple, bachira being a menace, mc is tired lol, maybe bad grammar?, ooc?

you liked your alone time

and it seems bachira likes your alone time too

you were eating? he was talking loudly with his mouth full and getting the food in his mouth everywhere

you were practicing? he was there talking your ear off

trying to use the bathroom? taking a shower? he. was. there.

just being obnoxious and loud

he also asked you millions of stupid questions about anything, 'what are you eating' 'why does your hair look like that?' 'do you always drool in your sleep?'

ok maybe you were overreacting a bit but the guy doesn't know what personal space is! always touching you, jumping on your back, and draping himself all over you

it got to the point where you had to manhandle him off of you! and that's when you started to whine to isagi about bachira telling him to get his little monster away from you!

obviously, isagi, as the kind and more patient person than you, agreed and tried talking to bachira keyword 'tried'

bachira being the little demon he is, started bothering you more, but thankfully not physically... he learned somewhat personal space after you hit him

he just talked to you more often, you even tried to explain to him you wanted to be alone.. but he wouldn't get it 

you just didn't get why bachira bothered you more than the rest of the team! why was bachira so obsessed with annoying you?

because thats how he got your attention,     he was like a third-grade bully that had a crush on a girl with pigtails and would pull them to get the girl to notice them and pay attention to them

yep, that's what he was like

yet you didn't notice this though,     you thought he was just being a little shit

��

isagi wasn't happy knowing his two best friends ... weren't happy with each other- weeell more like you weren't the happy best friend

but he also noticed  how much attention bachira  has been giving you   and so did the blue lock eleven players

karasu suggested a 'get along' shirt to the other players while bachira was off bothering you and you ignoring him

"we should get them a 'get along' shirt" karasu suggested

"huh? what's that?" isagi asked,   "it's like a huge shirt that can fit two people in them," hiori said

"it's like jail for two people, the idea is for them to get stuck together until they can learn how to get along," chigiri said

isagi raised his brows "its that simple?-  but what about [name]? I don't want them getting uncomfortable.. "

"sometimes it works aaaand sometimes   it causes a bigger problem but I think it would be funny to see those two in a 'get along' shirt," karasu said while pointing his thumb behind him

you and bachira were bickering again  (you sprayed water in bachira's face  and he was giggling the whole time)

the team deadpanned at your little bickering match

"yeah let's do it"

"yep yep"

"hurry up! before [name] hears us!"

"where are we gonna get the shirt?"

"beg ego"

"oh"

★

you were in fact not amused in the slightest >:(

but bachira was! he was very amused, you've never seen him with such a wide smile before :D

both you and bachira were standing in front of your team while trapped in a very large shirt with 'get along' written crappily  on the front    with a sharpie

"oook... ego said that you two gotta stay like this until you get along," isagi said  while having his hands in front of him   and a sheepish smile

"..." you just stared at them with a deadpan look

bachira had a cheesy smile "ok! you got it boss!" he gave a thumbs up

again you didn't say anything but you did look down at bachira as he grinned happily back up at you "ready partner?"

you looked back up at the team ignoring bachira(he gave a small pout)      "traitors." was  the first word  that came out,      they ignored just waved at the two of you while leaving the room yelling encouragements to you

"niko ...how could you let them do this to me?" you whined at the younger team member but he just gave you a small smile and waved before leaving

"get along, ok?"

"you suck"

★

it's been a total of twenty minutes

and guess what bachira has been doing? talking your ear off

you sighed and rubbed your right hand down your face bachira noticed this

you did answer some of his questions that you deemed to not be stupid     and his face would light up like a kid  that was given candy  before bed

...

you two made some progress actually!

you two weren't bickering as much,    yes there was a bicker here and there but overall it was a nice twenty minutes even with your  unwilled corporation

in the first five minutes, you didn't want to sit down when bachira asked you

or move to a more comfortable spot,    you just stood there and bachira didn't have enough strength to move you

but before he could start whining you dragged him to sit down comfortably

...

"heyy I have a question for you," bachira asked and you hummed

"why don't you like me?" you raised your brows

moving your eyes to his face and then your head to face him completely "I don't hate you" "that wasn't my question"

you looked confusedly into his eyes and shifted your body brushing most of the left side of it against his right

"I don't understand? like I said I don't hate you"

"well ... you're just so mean to mee" he whined while making his lips into a pouty duck style

you deadpanned "im not mean to you! you're just really annoying!"

"im not! and yes you are mean! anytime I try to get your attention you ignore me!"

"because im so used to you being a little shit! god knows if you'll try to make a fool of me!"

you turned your head away  and he leaned his head  forward    to get a better view of your face

"I just want you to talk to me! you always praise the others and never me >:("

"because we both play the same position!  whatever you do  I do too,  and the same goes for me- and why would you want mine??" you asked while turning your head back in his direction

his eyes widen a bit, and leaned his head back,    your hair was a little messy and it perfectly framed your face and you had a bit of sweat rolling down your face because of how hot it was getting inside the shirt

"bachira? heeeelloo im talking to you here"

"huh? oh- I-" he stopped himself

he had a crush on you for some time but for   whatever reason -whenever he had a chance to confess to you his bravery was kicked out of his body like a soccer ball,       he had no idea how you did this to him, making him so nervous and   palms sweaty

but you never noticed how he acted around you,   you would brush it off and move on and that's what bachira didn't like

he wanted you to notice how you made him feel! because he couldn't tell you, he had hoped you would notice eventually but you never did >:(

you made it more difficult for him

so instead of asking isagi to help him or write it down on a piece of paper and give it to you, he would just annoy you instead     that was his plan

there was no logic to it but it worked   for him

bachira annoys you -> you get annoyed -> you bicker with him -> he gets attention out of it -> mission complete for today

but you started to make your own plan 'how to avoid bachira 101'

but it didn't last long before bachira came up with another plan to crash yours and after the first try you didn't bother making another plan,   so mission complete for bachira :D

but bachira knew he could keep pulling your imaginary pigtails, sooner or later he has to tell you how he feels

...

bachira looked up into your eyes

you looked down at him confusingly

.

.

.

"I ... I like you" bachira bluntly said

you raised both of your brows up "huh?"

"I like you," he said again

you stared at him dumbfounded "your way of liking me,  is to be annoying? because I have to tell you that's not the best tactic"

he let stuck out his tongue   "you know how long I've been waiting for you to notice? your so blind..." he whispered the last part

you heard it obviously,    you guys were side by side,  stuck in this huge shirt

"what!? im not blind! you never gave me any hints!"

"I did!"

"no, you didn't! being annoying isn't a hint!"

"I was getting your attention!"

"it's not a great way to do it!"

★

"are they still bickering?" asked yukimiya

"yep it seems our 'get along shirt didn't work," karasu said

" 'our'? it was your idea.." niko said,     "hey! m' not always right" karasu defended himself

"whatever.."

isagi blew out a breath,   he hoped that  the shirt  would get the two of you to be at least friendly with each other

(he really didn't know how a shirt  would have the magic to do that..)

but what he didn't know was that you and bachira  started to get along  much better,   still having bickering matches  but it seemed more....

love like?

he didn't know...

[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon (Modern Au) - Error 404 Brain Not Found: Bonus Scene - Part 18

"Check this out! I can cast Igni!" Jaskier exclaimed, bursting into Geralt's room.

Geralt looked up just in time to see the tongue of flame Jaskier shot in his general direction.

"Oh calm the h*ll down, it's just a little bit of fire!"

"No, I didn't 'almost burn down your horsie collection!"

"Please! The fire was no where near it! The flame was maybe a foot long at most!"

"That's not even a curtain! It's just an old sheet held up by thumbtacks!"

"F***ing h*ll, Geralt, that stained, crusty thing deserves to be set on fire!"

"Don't 'Hmm' at me like that, I'd be doing the world a favor--!"

Jaskier gibbered, dancing backwards as a Geralt sent a controlled burst of Igni his way.

Geralt: *smug 'hmm'*

Jaskier flicked the lighter and sent another little jet of flame into the room.

Geralt scoffed at the small streak of fire. It was nothing compared to what he could do with Igni.

"Is that hairspray?"

"Yeah," Jaskier replied hesitantly, not sure where the conversation was going.

"Let me try?"

The hairspray and lighter were handed over, and Geralt sent a long burst of flame into the air.

The primitive parts of his and Jaskier's brains 'ooked' excitedly.

Oook! Make fire!

Ook! Fire! Fire!

"Do you have any more?"

"No, that was what I had left from when I went to that costume party."

Geralt made a disappointed sound.

A moment of contemplative silence followed.

"I know where we can get lots of hairspray!" Jaskier said.

Minutes later, both men were standing in the living room, armed with lighters and cans of hairspray. They whooped excitedly, homemade flamethrowers sending streams of fire into the air.

They chased each other through the house, somehow not setting anything on fire. There were a few close calls, where something got a tiny bit scorched, but it was nothing that couldn't be wiped off or hidden. Yennefer would never know.

And then Geralt's fire stream got a little too close to Jaskier.

"Hey, watch it, you daft b**tart!" *sizzle of return fire that almost burns Geralt's sl*t strands off*

"HhHmmM!" *fire*

"That was almost my face!" *more fire*

"You burnt my f***ing arm hair off!"

"It wAs aN AcCiDEnT!"

Jaskier squealed and ran as Geralt came at him, directing little bursts of fire at his a**.

He tried to leap over the back of the couch and landed a** up on the floor. He had a horrible flashback to the time Geralt had shot a nerf dart up his a**.

From the look on Geralt's face, he was remembering it too.

"Don't you f***ing dare!" Jaskier said, flipping over and raising his can of hairspray threateningly, just in case Geralt was Getting Ideas. He sent a burst of flame at him. Geralt stumbled back, and Jaskier twisted to his feet.

They circled each other cautiously, hairspray cans and lighters raised, poised. They sent little bursts of fire at each other, testing the other's defenses.

"What in Melitele's name are you f**kwits doing?" Geralt and Jaskier froze as Yennefer's shocked voice roared through the living room.

"Er, we're making flamethrowers...?" Jaskier ventured.

"Flamethrowers--! Are you stupid? Don't answer! I already know you are!"

"You're like two cavemen just discovering fire! Dumber than a box of rocks! A whelk has more brains than you--!" Yennefer paused, eyes landing on the cans the two imbeciles held in their hands.

"That's my hairspray! My expensive hairspray!"

Geralt took a surreptitious step away as Jaskier started talking. This was not going to end well.

"Calm down, Yen, you're agitating the snakes in your hair. Here, try taming them with some hairspray!" Then he activated his homemade flamethrower.

He also activated Yennefer's Mortal Enemies Mode. The angry witch lunged.

Jaskier saw the physical manifestation of Doom approaching. He threw the lighter and hairspray aside, and turned to run, but was not fast enough.

Yennefer caught him by the back of his shirt and wound up her arm. There was a loud, sharp crack! as she smacked him hard across his a**. There was absolutely nothing kinky about that slap. It was personal; pure righteous retribution.

Jaskier let out a sharp screech and fell to lie twisting in agony on the floor, holding his a**.

He wasn't sure if he had a spanking kink, but he was certain, in that moment, that if he had happened to have an undiscovered one, it had just been b*tch slapped right out of him.

Geralt didn't know what he was thinking, but for some reason, his brain screamed, "RUN!", so he did. Or, he tried to. He didn't get but two steps before he felt the burn of Yennefer's hand whipping across his a**.

Geralt joined Jaskier on the floor, too stunned to even 'Hm'.

Holy f**k, is that what Jaskier had felt?!

Godsd*MN! No wonder he was still laying on the floor!

Yennefer collected her hairspray, gave them both one last angry scowl, then swept upstairs, leaving them groaning softly on the floor.

"Is there a scorch mark on my a**?" Jaskier hissed in a pained whisper once Yennefer was gone. "It feels like there should be a scorch mark."

Geralt actually rolled over and looked, "No. Is there one on mine?"

Jaskier looked.

"No."

"F***ing feels like I have a welt!"

"Same. Tell me if I have one."

Geralt nodded, and Jaskier gingerly shimmied his pants down, whimpering as the rough fabric rubbed over what felt like raw skin.

There was a vaguely hand-shaped welt across both cheeks. Geralt swore it was glowing and that he might have seen a few wisps of smoke.

Judging from how bad his own cheeks were stinging, Geralt knew he had a similar mark.

Jaskier slowly started getting up, wincing and holding his backside. "Where are you going?" Geralt asked, as the bard began limping away.

Jaskier replied, "My a** needs some popsicles."

Geralt grunted back, "Wait for me, I need some too."

[finniestoncrane]

(sheepishly slowly slides reqs across table to the other 176)

so uh. saw your reblog of wanting to eat arkham!riddler's practically nonexistent ass. that's my req. my req is him gettimg his ass eaten in the most sub way possible

Rim

Arkham!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 300 omg yes thank you for indulging me and letting me get real nasty while i wrote this at work bless you this was a good meal (i also picked the picture where he looked the grimiest because i am filth incarnate) 💚🔧 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: rimming by god, whiny little sub!eddie

“Ah… ah… oook…”

Edward’s body twitched, convulsing almost, each time your tongue pressed into his hole, the tip rigid and stiff as it swirled around the puckered skin. Laying it flat, you dragged it upwards, past his balls and along the underside of his cock. But neither of those areas had ever elicited the kind of response you had when you buried your face between his cheeks.

“You ok, Eddie?”

“Mhm… yeah… don’t st-stop…ok?”

With a cruel laugh, you dove back down to work, your fingers on either side of his hole in a ‘v’, keeping his cheeks apart just enough to be able to press yourself against him, into him. And with your other hand, you gripped his cock close to the base, sliding your loose fist up over the skin, palm rubbing the head, collecting the spills of precum that formed, coating his length with is as you brought your fist back down again.

“Hng… oooooh…”

You’d never heard him make noises like this before. Soft, high-pitched than usual. Whining, whimpering, completely and utterly subservient under you as you held him in place with the lure of pleasure alone. You could see it becoming addictive.

And as he brought his hand down, holding you in place, gripping your hair as he begged for more, begged you to fuck him with your tongue, pleading for you to taste him, you were sure he was enjoying himself more than he expected to.

“F… f… please!... Please... ooooh my god…”

He strangled out the last word, choking on it as his breath caught in his throat, orgasm taking precedent over every other bodily function, thick ropes of his cum landing on his abdomen as he bucked his hips up, rubbing his asshole along your tongue as he rode the final waves of satisfaction.

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After the Model Behavior episode Branch allowed Satin & Chenille Make some his Outfit, but to bad for him Dante Crescendo and Minuet Sonata they know noticed, and They Have a Plan the two Classical Take with The Pop Fashion Twins about Branch Classical Outfit.

Next Day

“Aaaaah!” allowed scream in all village, Poppy Come into the Bunker "Branch are you Oook?" Poppy look at Branch with his new Outfit "Wow, you are looking Amazing" Poppy look at Branch with appreciation.

Branch Look at Poppy "no Time Did you see My Vest is Missing" Looking panic.

"No but I think I Nowknow who taketh it" Poppy Said

"Ok Let's go" Branch Realized the same thing and lifting to his arms and flying to Satin & Chenille Pod

"SATIN AND CHENILLE WHERE IS MY VEST" Branch is so anger and Poppy no Help She is left at the floor Love Struck and Dante Crescendo & Minuet Sonata look Scary.

"I told you it is a bad idea" Satin Side know that branch would not hurt them "No you didn't" Chenille Side before any Arguing "STOP!!! you Arguing Later give me my clothes now" Branch Side. The Twins Give Back The Clothes and Branch left to the Bunker.

Smidge and Barb and Trollzart Come to the Pod

"Hey guys, what happened?" Smidge Ask.

"Yo Bro Why Poppy At the floor like that! and why I did see Branch Left Poppy up?" Barb Ask.

"and why? I see Branch with the Beautiful outfit and know one told me about it." Trollzart Ask Not Happy not see the Outfit at all.

"Is a long Story" Satin & Chenille and Dante Crescendo and Minuet Sonata.

And Poppy Love Struck and talking nonsense.

Branch Classical Outfit does look like that I full