#whit is unimpressed.

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WHO MADE THIS GUY EVIL(au)

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Hi bb still loving the work 😁I have a request, so I was thinking of a Leighton x masc fem reader. Where reader is on the same team as Whitney and is quite muscular, reader bumps into whit at a party and introduces us to Leighton and reader flirts with Leighton, they spend the rest of the night dancing together but you can tell there is a lot of tension leading to reader taking Leighton back to their place which in tale leads to smut( I will leave the creativity to you of course) kinda at the end it can fast forward to when reader and whit next have soccer practice and Leighton is in the stands waiting for us and it’s all cute at the end ( of course also only if you’re comfy with the request 😙)

Much love 🎸

Stupid Muscle

|| Leighton Murray x masc!fem!reader

|| Warnings; smut, college party, drinking, reader flirting with Leighton, swearing, brief mentions of murder in the joking sense, grinding, breast play, light choking, orgasms

|| Summary; when Whitney meets up with reader at a party, she introduces her to Leighton and the rest of her roommates. Leighton in particular catches reader's eye.

Requests open!

Started; November 6th

Finished; November 7th

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You played for the Essex woman's soccer team, being friends with Whitney. Whom you were currently waiting for at a party. She texted you about ten minutes ago. Letting you know she was almost there, just rounding up her roommates. You chugged back your drink, leaning against the wall and observing the party as you waited. Parties weren't overly your scene. But with friends it was always easier. And kinda fun. Honestly you were grateful to your soccer team; they had your back. Even at parties. A few of them were here tonight, though they're all off doing their own things. However they didn't leave without making sure you would be okay until Whitney got there. You made sure to assure them and so here you were. Waiting for your best friend and her roommates.

It wasn't much longer before Whitney and three other girls walked over to you. Whitney smiled bright and pulled you into a hug," Y/N! Hey! I'd like you to meet my roommates. Leighton, Kimberly and Bela." She pointed to each girl as she spoke, Kimberly and Bela waved to you while Leighton kind of just looked you up and down. Raising an eyebrow.

You couldn't help but blush under her gaze, suddenly feeling incredibly small. "Uh- nice to meet all of you." You gave them an awkward nod. With Whitney now there, things got carried away pretty quickly.

About half way through your fourth drink, you went to find Leighton. Wanting to talk a lot more with her and maybe try to flirt a bit. She was hot. Unbelievably so. You almost couldn't believe that Whitney didn't try introducing you to her sooner. Maybe Leighton was straight and Whitney didn't want you getting hurt; whatever the reason, you hardly cared in your drunken state. If she was straight would still at least try. Couldn't hurt, could it?

You found Leighton by the stairs, looking rather bored and unimpressed with it all. Drinking from a cup in her hand. You sat down beside her on the steps and she glanced at you, lowering her cup from her lips.

"Hey!" You smiled at the blonde," maybe you and I could get out of here? I know some quiet spots." A smirk tugged at your lips, hinting at what you really meant. Leighton couldn't help but roll her eyes at your obvious flirting. Although, not much else was happening for her at the party. She was honestly more interested than she cared to admit. Plus, she did think you were hot. You with all your stupid muscle.

"Lead the way," Leighton raised her voice so she could be heard over the music. You took her by the hand and pulled her out of the party, walking along with Leighton through the lamp lit streets. It was well past midnight by this point, with clouds providing little light from the moon. So all you had was the street lights. Not that you minded, it added a nice glow to Leighton that you couldn't take your eyes off of.

"Where the hell are we going? You're not a secret murderer, are you?" Leighton huffed, folding her arms across her chest. It was colder than she would have liked.

You laughed and shook your head," no, no definitely not. You're too hot to kill anyways. My place isn't far from here, so I thought we could go there and.. well, warm up." You winked, seeing that Leighton must've been cold. You found yourself wishing you'd brought a jacket. Even if only to give it to her.

"Great, you're cheesy." Leighton tried to come off as annoyed, but part of her did find it cute. You were cute. Why did mascs always have to be adorable?

"Come on, you're falling behind!" You started running at a light jog, the grin never leaving your face. Leighton's eyes widened as she watched you run.

"Oh absolutely not, I refuse to run. I'm wearing fucking heels!" Leighton shouted after you, though when she saw you weren't about to stop.. she groaned and tried running after you. Keeping up with a soccer player in heels was not an easy feet. Especially while drunk. When the two of you finally made it to your apartment, Leighton glared at you. Arms folded across her chest," you better have fucking made it worth this. If you're bad at sex I'm out."

You burst out laughing as you opened the door, holding it for her as she went inside," don't worry. You'll enjoy yourself."

The two of you got comfortable in your bed, clothes stripped and blankets wrapped around yourselves. Your lips met her own in a fierce desperate kiss. Her hand came up and cupped your cheek while she straddled you. You couldn't help but moan. The feeling of her lips... her on top of you... it'd been a hot minute since you'd done this; but you were by no means out of practice.

As the kiss deepened, you flipped the positions around. Letting Leighton fall to the bed under you as you now latched yourself to her hips. Moving at a slow grind, clit against clit. The wetness seeping between your folds and down into hers. Combining with Leighton's own. A low sound escaped Leighton's throat as your hand gently cupped her neck. Applying bits of pressure to the centre. Not enough to cause pain but just enough for pleasure.

Your own moans vibrated against Leighton's lips, swallowed by her kiss as her hands explored your body. Moving along your sides and then up to cup your breasts. Massaging the skin there as the kiss broke. The both of you panting, your eyes locking onto hers as you watched her chest move up and down with each breath. You picked up your pace, moving your free hand to grip the sheets as you adjusted. Trying to move your hips in a way that allowed you to apply more pressure in your grind. Leighton gasped, head falling back onto the pillow. You yourself gasped and bit the inside of your lip. Rolling it between your teeth. God, it felt so good. You could feel your stomach twisting in knots and you could only imagine that Leighton must feel the same. With the way her eyes looked at yours, lust and desire mixing in with the blues.

It didn't take long for your knot to pull itself undone. Cumming the same time as Leighton, both of you gripping at each other's arms as you laid yourself onto her. Taking a breather. Though that wasn't where your night ended.

From that night on, the two of you would continue to meet. Even going on a couple of dates before declaring yourselves girlfriends. Leighton even came to one of your games with the rest of the roommates. There to support both you and Whitney. As you got onto the field, Leighton screamed your name the loudest you'd ever heard it.

"FUCK YEAH!! KNOCK THEM DEAD, Y/N! KICK HER IN THE FUCKING TITS!" You could hear Leighton screaming from the stands, both you and Whitney exchanged a glance as you ran past each other. Trying not to laugh. Kimberly and Bela looked absolutely startled by Leighton. Who was absolutely the most enthusiastic out of the three when it came to the game. Hell, as far as you could tell she was the most enthusiastic in the stands. You were sure your whole face was red. As embarrassing as it was, you did love it. You loved her. And you made a mental note to tell her after the game; especially if your team won.

[rakubalka]

Midora got reincarnated as Skull De Mort

(Seeing as there isn't enough of toriko or midora(s everything ) I'm making an au)

After the events of the manga Midora got reincarnated into the khr world

Midora being an orphan in this life too , as a early teen or preteen(and I cannot express this enough he is very young ) decided to join a circus mainly because it looked interesting enough at the moment and he was in a fancy mood

Then he gets an invite from Chekerface and decides " why not ?" Resulting in him meeting the rest of the Arcobaleno (and him being unimpressed with them) . After the first meeting he started ditching the rest of the meet ups resulting in a growingly bizarre , unique and downright cartoony game of cat and mouse . Consisting of the Arcobaleno trying to catch Midora at last , only to always miss by the skin of their teeth . Even more comical by the fact that Midora will for years to come not know what flames are

That continued until it was time for the ritual at which point Chekerface just teleported him at the time he was needed , binding them all together . With all of it being the same as in canon except Midora rather than as baby/toddler got stuck as a teen(aka as the age he got the curse which is at maximum like 15 but everyone thinks he is 19 at youngest)

The rest of the Arcobaleno were outraged as to why he got to keep his adult form while they are babies even Lal didn't get spared while being the"defective" so why does he get to keep his body ? Verde then put out the theory that he might just have such a monstrous flame amount and/or purity that he is essentially overfeeding the pacifier , after all it will explain why he got chosen as the Cloud of the Arcobaleno despite being a civilian

While they are exchanging theories Midora is escaping the manor because he doesn't give a tomato what is happening , death retired him from world/planet saving bullshit the rest can deal whit it . He has fought God , he's had enough of being alive . Is he overfeeding this thing ? He doesn't know , maybe yes ? Does he give a tomato ? No .

And so he continues following his fancy and going whenever he likes and doing whatever he likes . Creating and destroying(most of the time by accidents) cults , famiglia , families , business, restaurants and etc . One of the more passionate cults even started famiglia or was it the famiglia starting a cult ? Either case they are at the moment both and are calling him their boss . What was their name again ? Car something . In either case they are surprisingly good at finding him . They even found him a pet octopus so that is nice .

Anyway one day while he was on a walk on this cozy little island called Japan he stumbled upon a kid getting bullied and while he might be apathetic towards humanity as a whole he isn't going to let a kid be bullied before him . So he stepped in . After scaring the bullies away the kid(who felt so much like his little Starjun when he was young) introduced himself as Tsuna , tried to give him one of his onigiri as thanks for the help . Midora of course tried to refuse gently as to not hurt the little child who reminds him of his son so much , the kid however like a little amber haired version of Komatsu , succeeded in making him eat (chefs and their charisma) .

And the onigiri was undeniably delicious so Midora asked who has made it , with Tsuna answering his Mama who is the best cook .

While Midora would like to form a combo with her he isn't going to force her into it even if this onigiri was more than he has eaten in quite a while so he will probably continue on his way walking with no end goal . But first before that he is going to escort this kid who reminds him of his own child so much to his home safely .

When he got him home his mother tried and succeeded in getting him to stay for dinner(again chefs and their charisma) . While eating he did learn a lot more of this family of two and he might have grown a little attached .

With him being attached he did stay in town a lot , he is still going on long walks but he always returns to this place that is slowly starting to become a home for him . With little Tsuna who reminds him of his Starjun , of the little chef with big heart Komatsu and sometimes of himself when times were sipmle before he lost the one most precious to him . The one who Nana reminds him of , the one who is always so gentle and patient yet protective in a way only a mother can be like Fronze like his mother . With these memories being here his stay in the little town became long and often . He also became such a frequent visitor of the Sawada household he practically lived with them , with a room for him , a toothbrush for him , plates and mugs for him and more . Odako even got an aquarium in his room .And if he gets to babysit Tsuna while Nana takes time for herself and her hobbies . Well he wants to replay her somehow even if it's not much as Tsuna is such a good child that he is a blessing to babysit , always so curious as to what is everything in the world and asking questions and if Midora doesn't know the answer they both try to find it which is one of Midora's favorite activities with Tsuna .

One day after Nana had won 3 place in a competition she took part in , Midora took her and Tsuna on a celebration in a sushi place he and Tsuna found on one of their walks around the neighborhood a while back . Nana did try to say she would be playing but Midora stopped her by saying that the one for who is the reason for celebrating shouldn't play and that it is his gift for her for getting 3 place . The chef was rather good as well , not as much as Nana , Komatsu , Starjun or Fronze but still good . Not to mention that he and Nana seem to be hitting it pretty good and his kid does get along with Tsuna better than most others , so he excused himself and Tsuna saying he will be watching the kids while those two have that going on . They were red faced after the comment for some reason .

After the dinner and when both Nana and Tsuna were asleep the sushi chef came and asked some really strange questions . It was an interesting night but it did result in Tsuna and Takeshi becoming friends playing almost daily with the exception being if one of them is sick . Nana and Tsuyoshi seem to be getting closer (she even searched how one can get divorced with a consistently missing spouse) , so good for them .

Tsuna and Takeshi also got themselves another friend a little boy whit tonfas who seems to very much like order (the three of them are adorable together , he has half an album already)

Tsuna sat himself on fire accidentally (and with orange one at that) making Midora , Takeshi , Kyoya and Tsuna panic , thankfulaly Tsuyoshi came almost immediately . After Tsuyoshi got them calmer he seated them along with Nana to explain The Seven Colored Flames to them . All of them were surprised other than Kyoya who apparently had his suspicions with his family or at least a "fake baby carnivore" relative of his

After the fiasco Tsuyoshi did ask Nana if she wanted to cut contact with him after he thought Tsuna how to control his flames . Nana refused to cut contact with Tsunayoshi saying that she is already surrounded with flame users other than him such as her son , Midora , Kyoya and even her ex-husband . Her ex-husband who is responsible for why so many years seem to just merge together , why she felt as if she wasn't even awake most of the time , why she felt like a puppet . And she has memories of shortly before what Lemitsu did , she remembers a person asking if Lemitsu is sure he wants her in his state and Lemitsu answered yes without hesitation . And even if spotty she remembers the last time Lemitsu was here with that man before Tsuna started to feel like herself not in control in his own body , before that man put COLDNESS in her child causing Tsuna to constantly feel cold even under dozens of tick blankets . She members it all , and she also remembers how Tsuyoshi immediately started running towards their sons and Kyoya and Midora as soon as he felt flames . How his immediate reaction was to first calm them down and after that immediately get her whit them to explain what is happening and offering to help her . Because while he and Lemitsu both might have been in the mafia they are two very different men .

Shortly after Nana's love confession, she and Tsuyoshi got married . They didn't have a ceremony but did make a little after marriage party consisting of themselves , Midora , Tsuna , Takeshi and little Kyoya . And that was what they wanted . Both she and Tsuna did change their last names to Yamamoto as she was raised in an orphanage so her last name wasn't from her family , and she also wants Tsuna not to look at Lemitsu and think they are the same just because they are both Sawada . Not to mention that his new brother is also a Yamamoto .

And so time passed with the married couple and the three kids (and they don't care what anyone says Kyoya is also one of theirs and his friend Kusakabe is also welcome) . Midora continues to have his long walks around the world but makes sure that his phone(which he got by Tsuyoshi's recommendation in the mafia) always has enough battery life to go for days of talking with his family no matter what . He is without knowing it the kids favorite adult however be it teaching them cooking, Takeshi that knife technique or even teaching them knocking . Almost every time they need an adult advice they go to him first

And tings were peaceful in Nanamori

Until the Sun Arcobaleno showed his face to try and make Tsuna a mafia hair and the dam broke unleashing level of weirdness only before seen in Midora

[theoceanoasis]

Could we get part 3 for the sparkling Hot Rod and Soundwave.

What I imagine is Soundwave tries to make things better but unknown to him he makes things worse.

So overtime it gets bad Hit Rod goes back to cry to Springer. Who starts to dislike Soundwave. And tries to get him to stay away which makes Soundwave have even worse ideas to try to get to be friends whit Hot Rod.

It gets so bad that the carriers and the sites might get involved. So I just imagine a day were the sparklings are there and so are the parents trying to understand what is happening.

He apologized to Hot Rod for not talking to him and wanted to be friends again. Hot Rod had agreed hugging him in excitement and relief.

He enjoyed hanging out with him again, but it was hard with Springer always around him. He still didn't want to be friends with him which seemed to upset Hot Rod.

No matter how hard he tried to be better he always said or did the wrong thing. It was like he didn't know how to act around his friend. Which always ended with Hot Rod upset crying against Springer who'd glare at him.

The two of them hated each other and Springer was always doing things to him, wanting him to get him away from Hot Rod. Probably so he could have him all for himself.

No one ever seemed to notice when Springer did things, only when he did. It made him so angry and he didn't want Hot Rod to be around him anymore.

He kept trying to do things hoping to pull him away or distract the other sparkling from Springer, but it always backfired. He didn't understand what he was doing wrong and felt frustrated.

He was always getting in trouble for making Hot Rod cry or being mean to Springer. The other sparklings began whispering about him more than usual and none of them wanted to be around him. He was so lonely, but every time he tried to interact with Hot Rod something went wrong.

Recently he'd tried to eat lunch with Hot Rod and accidentally spilled his energon on him, which had made his friend cry. Everyone blamed him. Talking about how he was a bully and his teacher punished him. Even though it was an accident.

His carrier was also dissapointed with him and didn't understand why he was acting like this. He tried to explain himself but was always ignored and told to go apologize to Hot Rod and Springer. Which usually just made things worse, because he'd get so nervous he'd mess up everything all over again.

He missed what he had with Hot Rod before and didn't think they could ever be best friends again. At this point he didn't think they'd even be friends. Hot Rod wanted nothing to do with him. Scared he'd do something to him.

It hurt a lot and he was so lonely. He'd get home from school and do nothing except curl up in bed. He'd think about the play dates he used to have with Hot Rod and that he hasn't been at his house since the incident.

He hated school so much and didn't want to be there anymore.

The tension between the three of them and the rest of the class had gotten so bad his teacher called for a meeting. Which his carrier was very unhappy about.

Originally his carrier wanted to leave him at home but his teacher insisted he had to be there which made him nervous. When he got there he hid behind his carrier,.as Perceptor gave him an unimpressed look.

Who he assumed were Springer's parents also frowned at him looking annoyed and scary.

"I've called you all in here because of some incidents that have been occuring."

"You mean Soundwave bullying our son."

Springer's carrier glared and his carrier did nothing. While he hid behind him in fear.

"Soundwave has always had problems with the other kids but recently it's gotten to a point I can no longer ignore."

"Can you tell us what's been happening?"

Perceptor frowned wanting to get to the bottom of this.

"It started a few days after Springer joined us. I noticed Hot Rod and Soundwave weren't talking which was unusual since they are best friends."

"There was an incident at my house. Hot Rod and Soundwave had a play date when Prowl asked me to watch Springer. The two boys had an altercation where Soundwave was mad he was there."

"I see..."

The teacher nodded, while Springers parents looked unhappy.

"After that he stubbornly refused to talk with anyone and was being very disrespectful. I tried talking to him about his behavior and Soundwave made Hot Rod cry when he said they weren't friends anymore."

Perceptor rubbed his sparklings back knowing how devastating that must have been.

"Eventually Soundwave apologized to Hot Rod although I don't think he meant it. He's always been jealous and possessive making the other kids uncomfortable. He's continued to be hostile towards Springer. Who has come to me upset asking what he did wrong. His behavior has also upset Hot Rod who felt like he had to choose. Everytime he talks with Hot Rod he makes him cry. Sometimes while he's fighting with Springer Hot Rod will get hurt."

"What!?"

Perceptor stood up in alarm.

"When did this happen? Is he okay? What happened?"

"Carrier I'm fine."

Hot Rod tried to reassure him.

"Soundwave can be a very violent and unstable sparkling. When he's throwing a fit I oftentimes have to separate the other sparklings in fear of them getting hurt. Sometimes I'm not fast enough and recently it's Hot Rod who's taking the brunt of his abuse and bullying. For example just the other day he purposefully spilled energon on Hot Rod.

"That was an accident!"

He defended himself hating this stupid meeting. The other adults ignored him. Like he hadn't even spoken even his own carrier which hurt.

He listened as the adults talk about what to do with him. His teacher claimed she was afraid and that he was unstable which wasn't true. Hot Rods carrier and Springers didn't want him around their sparklings. Worried he'd end up hurting them. Which hurt a lot. His carrier suggested having him move to a special school for violent Decepticons. Which claimed to fix them so they can become civilized like the Autobots.

He knew his teacher had a problem with him because he was a Decepticon. That's why she always turned away when Springer did something bad or any of the Autobots because they could do no wrong in her optics.

It hurt listening to the adults talk about his future while excluding him from the conversation. He felt frustrated like he was being treated like a wild animal that should be hidden away.

He looked around noticing the exit nearby. His carrier thought of him as a burden and would be happy if he was gone. Which is exactly what he was going to do.

He left the room and no one noticed.the adults too busy arguing. He left the school and walked around aimlessly wondering where he was going to go.

He ended up on a busy highway and was about to walk across when he was stopped by a large mech.

"What's are you doing?"

"Crossing the street."

He frowned.

"Where are your parents?"

He began crying and the man looked alarmed.

"They don't want me anymore."

He wailed.

"They don't like me because I'm a Decepticon and they think I'm evil and a bully."

The mech gave him an understanding look and pulled him closer.

"I've also been treated that way because I'm a Decepticon."

"You have?"

The mech nodded and picked him up.

"Why don't you come meet some of my friends who are just like you and we can become your new family."

He hesitated remembering his carrier telling him not to talk with strangers. Until he remembered his carrier didn't love him and agreed letting the mech take him away.

[superfluouskeys]

wip whenever ♥

Thank you so much to @myreia for the tag!

It is once again time to bother you with original thing! Up til now I've been posting pretty much sequential pieces but I'm skipping ahead a lil bit this time bc I'm way too excited about the Lore TM.

part 1 || part 2 || part 3

It's been awhile since I bothered ppl so let's see I shall tag @eemamminy-art @delirious-comfort @quinnthebard @thepapernautilus @yourlocaldisneyvillain and anyone else who feels like sharing a wip!

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At first glance, the town of Nodig does not appear so very different from Godsplace.  It has the same small, crowded feeling and a similar sort of age-old architecture.  But as they make their way into the little town, Tamsin quickly decides that two places could not be more different.  There are streetlamps and shops, all of them well-lit and welcoming, and the streets are bustling with people even at this late hour.  The people are happy, smiling and laughing and greeting one another as they pass, not huddled together with eyes downcast, afraid to be seen or heard.

The tavern, too, bears almost no resemblance to the one Tamsin knows.  That place is well-known as the dominion of lechers and drunkards, not a place anyone who cares a whit for his reputation would like to be seen.  This tavern is clean and well-tended, and there are a mix of men and women, most sat at tables and ensconced in their own private conversations.  They barely take any notice when Althea and Tamsin enter.  Nodig is used to travelers from all over the world.

The only person who takes any note of their arrival is the man standing behind the bar.  He is grey-haired and nondescript, and he greets Althea with a curt nod of his head.

“I’ve brought an unexpected guest,” says Althea.  “I hope it won’t be any trouble.”

“Of course not, Miss,” says the man with another nod.  Then he disappears into the back room.

As the bartender leaves, a man sat at the far end of the bar turns on his stool to take a look at them.  He speaks up in a clear, piercing voice.

“Unexpected guest?” he wonders.  “Not a soon-to-be initiate?”

Although he is sitting down, he appears to be a slight man, and his sweater hangs loosely upon his shoulders.  He has dark hair cut in a simple, clean style and wears thick, dark-rimmed glasses.  He doesn’t look particularly young or old, but he lacks Althea’s gravitas.

Althea, for her part, seems markedly unimpressed.  “Tamsin,” she says, her gaze fixed upon the wall somewhere behind the bar, “this is Vivius Moonbright.”

Tamsin looks from Althea back to the man, matching the name to the face.

“A pleasure, I’m sure,” says Vivius, extending his hand in greeting.

Tamsin takes his hand.  “Moonbright?” she repeats curiously.  “Forgive me, but I’ve never heard a name like that.”

Vivius laughs good-naturedly.  “Yes, it does sound rather frivolous around these parts,” he says.  “And in most parts of the world, if I’m being honest.  But in my homeland of Almyst such names are quite common, I assure you.  Moonbright, Silvermist, Windsong, and so forth.”

Tamsin smiles.  “They sound like names out of a heroic tale.  What is it like there, in Almyst?�� Do you miss it?”

Vivius hums.  His thoughtfulness strikes Tamsin as markedly different from Althea’s.  It is bright and animated, like the overture to an old, favorite song.  “It is beautiful there,” he begins.  He gestures that Tamsin should sit, and retakes his own barstool next to her.  “And the people are largely…how shall I say this?  Good-hearted, to be certain, but decidedly serious.  The nation has a difficult past, and its people reflect that, in some ways.”  With a wink, he adds, “And let me tell you, they would not take kindly to any comments on their peculiar naming conventions.”

“Oh,” Tamsin flusters.  “Forgive me, I meant no offense.”

“None taken, I assure you,” says Vivius, waving a hand dismissively.  “And you, Tamsin?  Where did our Keeper Althea find you?”

Tamsin glances nervously over her shoulder toward Althea, hoping for some guidance, but Althea is still pointedly ignoring them both.  After all she has been through in recent memory, Tamsin is not inclined to trust in someone Althea doesn’t seem to like very much, even if he seems perfectly friendly.  But Althea does not acknowledge her, and so Tamsin is forced to make up her own mind.  She reasons that whence she hails is no great secret.

“Godsplace,” says Tamsin at last.  “Have you heard of it?”

“Heard of it, yes,” says Vivius.  Even when he speaks severely, there is a certain lightness to his voice.  “Not for the best reasons, though.  I’m sure it possesses many charms that go unreported.”

“Maybe,” says Tamsin charitably, but she labors to think of any at the moment.

“Not too sad to be taking your leave, I see?” Vivius observes.

“No,” Tamsin agrees with a self-effacing smile.  But it feels wrong to speak ill of her homeland without some further explanation, and so she amends, “There’s…not really much left for me in Godsplace.”

“Ah,” says Vivius knowingly.  “And so very much to be found for you at the Academy.”

Again Tamsin glances uncomfortably in Althea’s direction.  “You know much about it?” she presses hesitantly.  “The Academy?”

Perhaps it is her imagination, but Tamsin is sure she hears Althea let out a quiet, derisive scoff.

“Actually,” says Vivius, with the air of barely-contained excitement, “I am nearly as new to the Academy as you.”

Tamsin whirls around to face him fully.  “I beg your pardon?”

Vivius ducks his head and shrugs sheepishly, the kind of affected modesty borne of one who is in truth quite proud of his achievements.  But before he can say anything else, Althea cuts in coldly.  “Don’t bother demonstrating.  She can’t see.”

Both Vivius and Tamsin look up, surprised by her sudden interjection.  Althea is still looking away from them.

Tamsin’s mind is slow to catch up.  New to the Academy, demonstrating, can’t see—  “You have the Gift?” she turns back to Vivius.

Her tone is perhaps more openly incredulous than she had intended, but the idea is something of an absurdity.  She’s never heard of a man with magic.  Why, the people of Godsplace would be in an uproar.  She tries to imagine one of those gruesome scenes in the Town Square with the roles reversed, nonmagical women in official uniform dragging unwitting young men up onto the stage to put them to the flame.  It would never happen.

Again Vivius shrugs good-naturedly.  Tamsin begins to feel acutely embarrassed by her inexperience.  “I’m sorry,” she says quickly.  “I don’t mean to be rude, really, it’s just that…”  It’s just that where Tamsin comes from, women are put to the flame for witchcraft, a fate even the most dreadful man, someone a thousand times worse than Teddy Page, need never fear.

“It’s all right, Tamsin, I’m quite accustomed to the shock,” says Vivius, holding up his hands in a show of surrender.  “Men who possess the Gift are exceedingly rare, but we do exist.  As I would gladly demonstrate, but the Keeper informs me such a show would be lost on you for the moment.”

“Yes, what a shame,” says Althea icily.  “One wonders why you ever left the Academy at all, Vivius, if you’re so fond of impressing wide-eyed idiots with parlor tricks.”

Tamsin winces at Althea’s cruelty, but Vivius seems remarkably unfazed.  “Don’t mind the Keeper,” he says to Tamsin.  “She’ll be a different person once she gets her meal.”

“I wouldn’t count on it,” says Althea.

As if on cue, the bartender emerges from the back room balancing three large plates on his arm, all filled to overflowing with foods that are unrecognizable to Tamsin.  She’s been so preoccupied, she barely even noticed her own hunger, but now her mouth waters, and her stomach aches.

The food is rich and heavy, not at all what Tamsin is used to.  She cannot identify a single thing on her plate—even the type of grain is unknown to her.  The meat is cooked in a way Tamsin could never have imagined—it seems to her to be covered in some sort of bread crumbs and cooked in a heavy oil.  When she wonders aloud at this ingenuity, she draws both Vivius and the bartender into conversation with her, and they happily explain the origin and preparation of each of the unfamiliar foods, and many others besides.

Althea continues to ignore them.  She eats her food at the other end of the bar in self-contained silence.

In spite of Althea’s coldness, Tamsin finds herself warming to Vivius.  He is friendly and forthcoming, and he doesn’t answer her questions with long, weighty pauses or meandering riddles that aren’t really answers at all.

“Keeper Althea mentioned that there aren’t very many new students at the moment,” Tamsin prompts him, attempting to sound casual.  To her left, she would swear she can almost feel Althea bristling, but Althea doesn’t say anything.

“Yes, well, it’s to be expected,” says Vivius.

“Why is that?”

“Well, because of the prophecy,” says Vivius, as though this should be obvious.  He takes a bite, evidently unaware that this warrants any further explanation.

“Prophecy?” Tamsin echoes.

Vivius looks up mid-bite, his eyes rendered somewhat comically wide by the thick lenses of his glasses.  He finishes his food and sputters, “Oh, goodness, forgive me, I really thought even the nonmagical knew about that.”

“Not me,” says Tamsin simply.

“Oh, well, uh—“ Vivius glances somewhat nervously toward Althea.  “I don’t know if I’m the best person to explain it.”

When Althea remains steadfastly silent, Vivius amends, “But I’ll do my best.”

He puts down his fork and steeples his fingers while he thinks.  “So, how to put this?  I think I ought to start by saying that the average person cannot actually confirm whether the prophecy really exists.”

“It does,” says Althea quietly.

“Right,” Vivius falters, “as I’ve said, the average person.  It’s important because interpretations vary widely the world over.  And of course, like all prophecies, the actual contents are extremely vague and open to interpretation.”

“What are the actual contents?” Tamsin asks.

Again Vivius glances hopefully toward Althea, but she keeps her counsel.

“The story goes,” Vivius continues cautiously, “that a child born at the crossroads of time will set the darkness free of its shackles.”

A moment’s silence follows.  “That’s it?” asks Tamsin.

Vivius nods.  “That’s it.”

In spite of her stony silence, Tamsin glances back toward Althea.  “But that’s hardly anything!  That doesn’t answer my question at all!”

Vivius chuckles.  “Yes, it is infuriating, isn’t it?”

“Why does that amount to no new students at the Academy?” Tamsin presses, not a little exasperated.

“Well, let’s break it down, shall we?” says Vivius, in the manner of a kindly schoolteacher.  “What do you suppose qualifies as a ‘crossroads of time?’”

Tamsin balks at him for a long moment before she even deigns to consider what he has said.  Nameless nobodies do not get much education in Godsplace, and it has been a long while since she was a student of anything.

“All right,” she sighs at last.  “I don’t know.  The start of a new year?  The changing of an Era?”

Vivius nods.  “Excellent guesses.  Also the most common interpretation.  Most people believe that this fabled child was born at the changing of the Era, perhaps even at the very turning of the year, right as the clock struck midnight.  If so, how old would that child be now?”

“Sixteen,” Tamsin answers easily.  The child would have been born in the same year as she.  “But then how—“

“And what sort of person do you imagine could manage a feat like breaking the darkness free from its shackles?  Someone ordinary?”

Tamsin falters.  “Well, no, I suppose not.”

“Almost certainly one of the Gifted, yes?” Vivius nods.

“Sure,” says Tamsin.  “But what does that even mean?  Setting the darkness free and all that?”

“Now that explanation I shall leave to your teachers at the Academy,” Vivius laughs.  “Suffice to say, there is darkness in this world, in a very literal sense.  It is a kind of magic not so very different from your own Gift.  Very powerful.  But dangerous.  Unpredictable.  It is said that once the darkness finds you, you can never truly be free of it, even if you manage to resist its whispers all the days of your life.”

Tamsin shivers involuntarily.

“No one knows exactly what it means, setting the darkness free of its shackles.  How could we?  Scholars may theorize, but they are going off of next to nothing, little more than stories almost as old as time itself.  But a world plunged into darkness does not sound very appealing on its face, now, does it?”

“Well, no,” says Tamsin uncertainly.

“As I’ve said, interpretations abound the world over, most of them probably wildly inaccurate.  But nearly everyone agrees on one thing: the prophecy cannot come to pass.  It would destroy the world as we know it.”

Such heady concepts are, for the moment, wholly beyond Tamsin’s comprehension.  She is more focused on one simple matter.  “You still haven’t answered my question,” she points out.

Vivius laughs, abashed.  “No, I suppose I haven’t.  There may be many reasons that so few young ladies of your age have made their way to the Academy.  Many have likely been hunted down and killed, as, I’m given to understand, is the practice in Godsplace.  Many, I expect, are in hiding, hesitant to submit themselves to the Academy’s scrutiny.”

Tamsin considers this, her mind reeling.  “Because, what?  What would happen?  To this…person the prophecy speaks of?”

“Well, that’s the thing, isn’t it?” says Vivius with a shrug.  “How can they know?  Public opinion on the matter is not generous, to say the least.”

“Should I be worried, then?” Tamsin wonders.  The idea had not occurred to her.

“Well, I don’t know,” says Vivius.  “You were born at the changing of the Era, but when?”

Tamsin shrugs.  “Sometime in the summer.  I’m not sure exactly.”

Vivius nods, as if that is the end of it.  “Well, then, it’s unlikely you’ll run into any problems at all.  The prophecy is open to interpretation, of course, but these things tend toward the dramatic.  To that end, perhaps we’ll start seeing more new students sooner than later, now that the timing is off.”

They fall into silence after that, Tamsin consumed by her thoughts, and the others concerned with their food.  When they have all cleaned their plates, the bartender comes to collect them, and he tells Althea that he has prepared another room for Tamsin.

‘Wonderful,” says Althea, offering the bartender a smile and a nod as she accepts her keys.  “Thank you.”  For the first time since they arrived, she looks at Tamsin.  “I’ll be turning in now.  Shall I show you to your room?”

“All right,” says Tamsin, trying very hard not to scramble to her feet.  “Good night, Vivius,” she says.  “Will I see you again soon?”

“It’s been a pleasure, Tamsin,” says Vivius with a wave.  “I’ll be heading out before dawn, but come and find me when you make your way to the Academy, won’t you?”

Tamsin nods, and she feels distinctly relieved to have at least one friend to look forward to at the mysterious Academy.  She turns around to find that Althea has just barely waited for her, and quickly scrambles to follow Althea through a small doorway and up a narrow staircase.  Outside, the moon is uncommonly bright, and it casts strange shadows through the open window.  The stairs shift and creak ominously beneath her feet, and the banister feels ready to work itself loose.

When they reach the second floor, Tamsin dares to speak up.  “May I ask you something?”

“You may,” says Althea.

“You don’t seem to like Vivius much,” says Tamsin.

Althea glances over her shoulder.  “Is that a question?”

Tamsin averts her gaze, embarrassed.  “Well, am I wrong?” she wonders self-consciously.  “Why don’t you like him?”

Perhaps Tamsin could have anticipated the way Althea weighs her question with a heavy sigh.  She stops in front of a door in the middle of the hallway and produces a key.  She ushers Tamsin inside and closes the door behind them before she even begins to answer.

“It’s not exactly that I don’t like Vivius,” says Althea at last.  “But have you ever in your life heard of a man with the Gift?  Even in stories?”

“Well, no,” Tamsin admits.  “It is strange to think of, but…”

“Strange, yes.  Almost unheard of,” says Althea.  “The thing that troubles me is that no one seems to know how it happens.  I mentioned to you earlier that the Gift is hereditary?  Not so with men, at least as far as anyone can tell.  Which is not very far at all, since there are maybe a handful total, in all of history.”

“Even still,” says Tamsin hesitantly, “you make it sound like it’s his fault.”

“As I’ve said, I’ve nothing against Vivius specifically,” says Althea curtly.  “But I do not trust his magic, nor do I support allowing a man into the Academy, no matter his talents.  He could just as easily go across the water, where he would be welcomed.”

Tamsin considers this.  “Do…others feel as you do?” she wonders.  “Other Keepers, I mean?”

To her surprise, Althea chuckles.  “You think my views are unusual?”

Tamsin averts her gaze.  “Well, I wouldn’t know.”

“But you disagree.”

“Well.”  Tamsin doesn’t know enough to agree or disagree.  She likes Vivius, but she trusts Althea.  She fiddles with the strap of her traveling bag.

“Opinions on the matter are mixed at the Academy,” Althea elaborates at last, with surprising good humor.  “Which, as it happens, is another reason for my objection.  Vivius’s mere presence at the Academy is the subject of endless debate, all of it a colossal waste of time.   There are far more important matters.”

“Like the prophecy?” Tamsin wonders, before she has fully decided to speak.

Althea sighs.  Again, she looks a little amused.  “It’s not as though I’m keeping things from you on purpose, Tamsin,” she says.  “There’s a lot to take in.  And frankly, the prophecy is not the sort of thing a new initiate should be most worried about.”

Still, Tamsin cannot help but ask, “You said earlier that…that you know it’s real.  You know it exists.”

“Yes, well,” Althea averts her gaze.  “I am among the lucky few.”  The light from the full moon catches in her eyes, and Tamsin is reminded of the way they glowed when she used her Gift.

Tamsin considers this.  “Is that why you came to Godsplace?” she wonders.

Althea quirks a brow at her.  “After a fashion,” she says.

“Is that why the burnings happen?” Tamsin presses.  “Because of the prophecy?”

“Not exactly,” says Althea.  “Godsplace has a long history of archaic practices.  But I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s the reason you’ve noticed them happening more frequently.”

“Then…”  Again Tamsin fidgets uncomfortably with the strap of her bag.  “Then there are people in Godsplace who know about it?”  Could Bryce have known?  Would he keep something like that from her?

“Perhaps.  But this is all pure speculation, you understand.  I came to Godsplace because I heard about the burnings and I had a feeling I should go and try to intervene.  As it turned out, my feeling was about you.”

“Me?” Tamsin echoes, stunned.

“Well, yes,” says Althea, as though it were obvious.  “Following my intuition led me right to you in your hour of need, after all.  And I’d have allowed you to stay and say a proper farewell if I felt we had the time.”

“But…” Tamsin stammers.  “But I thought you said you came to Godsplace because of the prophecy.”

“I did,” says Althea.  “I’ve been traveling trying to find anyone who fits the description.”

“But I don’t fit the description,” says Tamsin.

Althea hums.  “No, not exactly.  Nevertheless, you are a Gifted who would likely have been put to the flame without my intervention.  An equally worthy cause, I should think.”

Tamsin shivers.  “But then…why are you looking for the prophecy?” she wonders.  “What will you do?”

Althea considers this.  “It’s more about what I will not do, if I’m being honest.  Many would see the prophesied child dead, as if something so banal would put an end to all the world’s problems.  If I can find her, I would spare her from that fate, and see that she is properly trained.”

“Why?” Tamsin asks.  “Would it be better?  Would that avert the prophecy?”

“I cannot know for certain,” says Althea.  “In many ways I am as much in the dark as anyone else.  But is it not better to try to avert such a prophecy with the power of reason?  With information and preparation?  Rather than expecting brute force to unmake the delicate weave of fate?”

Tamsin doesn’t know what to say to that.

“I would not see what is sure to be a talented young lady put to the flame before she can even realize her potential,” says Althea with a small smile.  “And I mean that as much for you as I do for the prophesied child, whoever she may be.  What happens after that is another matter, best left for when the time comes.”

Tamsin nods slowly.  Perhaps Althea is right, after all, and she has asked for more knowledge than she is ready to handle.  It is a lot to take in.

Althea pats her shoulder.  “Get some rest, Tamsin.“

It is perhaps a mercy that Tamsin is so unfathomably tired.  Her head is spinning, and on any other night, the brightness of the moon might have kept her awake thinking until her time for sleep had passed.  But almost as soon as she lays down, she feels herself drifting off.  In her dreams, she is being led into the Town Square all tied up with heavy rope, but she is not afraid.  She knows the flame cannot touch her anymore.

[fatherfigurefusion]

Ace/Eden: (standing on top of the table, scared) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Whit: (running into the room) What is happening? Is everything okay?

Ace: (angrily) No, it's NOT okay! A fricking TARANTULA almost bit my FRICKING ARM OFF!

Eden: (through tears) Whit, do something! I'm scared!

Whit: (looking around) Where?

Eden: (pointing right in front of Whit) Right there!

Ace: (angrily) RIGHT FRICKING THERE! ARE YOU BLIND?

Whit: (stares at the tiny spider on the floor, unimpressed) Are you talking about that? The itsy-bitsy spider?

Ace/Eden: (nodding)

Whit: (scoffing, rolling his eyes) Wow, ladies. Alright, fine. I'll squish it!

Eden: (screaming) NO, DON'T HURT IT!

Whit: (exasperated) Oh my god...

Whit: (picks up the spider, before smirking and pretending to throw it onto Eden and Ace)

Ace/Eden: AAAAAAAAAHHHH!

[the-gifts-he-has-given-me]

A little comic I drew (but never actually finished, sorry) several years back, right after I realized that Melchior in "The Star" was totally based on Bernard. And since that episode is literally made for Epiphany, I figured I'd go ahead and post it!

Also, that album was, like, MASSIVE content with these two, and not just them as them either! The friendship dynamic between them of "I do not like you, but I will help you with this, and okay maybe I like you a little, shut up" carries over into so many episodes. Whether they're being them, or they're playing characters in a radio production, or one of them is literally somebody in the past and/or Whit's program. They are friends even when they're not both them, and I love it.

Transcript (and some expansion based on what I was planning on doing) after the cut:

Panel 1: Eugene (in his Biblical attire) giving a sideways glance to Melchior, who is looking the other way

Panel 2: while Melchior inspects a scroll or other parchment, Eugene gets this look of slightly annoyed determination

Panel 3: Eugene whips out his glasses while Melchior shields his eyes and stares at the sky

Panel 4: Eugene puts on his glasses and peers closely at Melchior, who (still shielding his eyes) looks straight ahead and frowns

Panel 5: (M) *wheeling on the startled Eugene*WHAT DO YOU WANT?!

Panel 6: (E) *looking remorsefully embarrassed (and much too short, sorry) while Melchior folds his arms and scowls* Nothing, Melchior. I-I apologize if I distracted you.

Panel 7: (M) *pointing to his own head and throwing out one arm* "DISTRACTED"? You were staring at me as if the Star itself had sprouted on my forehead! (E) *chuckling as he does, still looking too short* Oh, no, no, perish the thought!

Panel 8: (E) *gesturing in explanation, now the proper height* I was merely attempting to more clearly assess your features, because-- (M) *unimpressed* Because what?

Panel 9: (E) Because... *glances down, now mouthless for some reason* Well...

Panel 10: *looks up with a shrug and a little smile* ...Because you remind me of one of my closest friends.

Panel 11: (M) *closeup, looking (I hope) particularly like Bernard* ...Oh?

From there, I'd planned on having Eugene attempt to explain what he believes the situation to be (with Mr. Whittaker's programming of the Imagination Station), while Melchior is... very confused. But despite Eugene's half-monologue, he's grumblingly friendly and offers to help him mount the camel. Maybe Eugene starts to thank him, but he's like, "ah, no, you can express your thanks by not expressing it." At which Eugene kinda smiles (sounds familiar, huh?). In the last panel, Melchior would yell from offscreen, "And you can show me how those ocular devices work!" or something like that.

It's kinda funny, honestly. A little different than how I'd write it nowadays but I had a bunch of that kind of thing in my church bulletin doodles, back in the day.

[shadowthedragonoid]

Legends of Effire islands: Rising darkness part2

"PEAAARRLLLL!!! YOU AWAKEEEE???" a voice screeched. "Moooommm! Aurora's sreaming at me again!" Pearl hissed angrily. She knew she should wake up early, but this was too early for her. "Aurora you know i don't like to wake up before the ligines start to glow!" she scoffed pointing at the many plants hanging from the top of the cave. Their bulbs were dim and barely anything could be seen. "You know a princess should start their day early. How will you be queen if you can't get up this early!" Aurora huffed and struk a queenly pose. "Well i will not be queen. You will be but I won't. You learned mutch more about how to be queen, and theres a five year gap between us anyways." "Pearl, Aurora! Please get out of bed and get ready for school!" their mother shouted. Her name is Current. She was the queen. Pearl crawled out of bed and went to the mirror to see if she messed her gils up or not. Luckily she didn't. She tought about how wierd her family was. All albinos. And there was her thing of sensing too mutch suff at once. Most dragons have ears on Effire but Axolas don't. They hear whit their gils, sensing sound in the air. Wierd. Current tramped in whit delight. And a bunch of jewelery. "UGGGHHHHHH! Mom you know I HATE jewelery!" Pearl blurted. "Oh don't worry its just a few pices. Go get your sister so i can put thees on you." A few minutes later Pearl was looking in the mirror unimpressed.  "Oh my! Pearl if you could hurt anyune whit your eyes we would be screaming!" Her sister said jokingly. Their mom was off getting more neclaces and armbands. Pearl rushed in her room, packed her things and trew off the jewels. "Tell mom im off to school. Maybe i'll go to the library. Its still too early." she grunted and went into the spiderweb of tunnels that she called home.

[thecreaturecodex]

How do you think that fiendish and celestial ecosystems work? Fiendish and celestial animals explicitly still need to eat, drink, sleep, and breathe - how do they do that, and interact with the outsiders that don't need to do those things? Do they still follow the same ecological principles as in a typical setting, or is there some sort of quota for virtue or evil that they need to fill?

A few thoughts:

Since fiendish/celestial/etc animals only exist (in a Doylist sense) in order to make the summon monster spells more consistent and balanced (ha-ha), maybe these entities don't exist unless summoned. Like, a summoning spell is about tapping into the quintessence of an Outer Plane and shaping it into a form that can fight on your behalf. Low amounts of magic power, low level spells, get you unimpressive creatures like dogs and ponies. Large amounts get you megafauna and dinosaurs.

But that's rejecting the premise a bit, so let's Yes And this idea. In Pathfinder at least, animals with an alignment template do not become sapient. They're just infused with their alignment, little bits of quintessence collecting in them like bioaccumulated toxins. Which means that, if a mortal eats a lot of celestial animals, they might accumulate some goodness via their diet. This could change their alignment, make their descendants more likely to be celestial-blooded sorcerers or aasimars, or just make them ping on detect alignment spells, depending on how you wanted to play with it.

So I imagine that ecosystems of alignment templated organisms would function at least similarly to natural ecosystems, but there might be some variations depending on the alignment. To whit:

Celestial/Good Alignment: In a celestial ecosystem, predators still hunt, and prey is still hunted. No "T. rex uses its giant teeth to crack coconuts" nonsense, thank you. But predatory animals intentionally go after the sick, weak and elderly as a matter of instinctive mercy, not mere opportunism. Good herbivores eat what they need to and nothing more, and take care not to damage plants they do not consume (elephants don't knock over trees in Heaven). Animals are more cooperative with each other in general, and mutualistic associations are found between species that don't do so in the Material Plane.

Fiendish/Evil Alignment: Fiendish animals are the opposite. They intentionally kill more than they need to and waste food. They focus on hunting the strongest opponents in order to impose their might on others. Parasitism is (even more) common in a fiendish ecosystem, as are amensal interactions--one where an organism injures another with no cost or benefit to itself. The competitive exclusion principle plays out violently, with species constantly being wiped out from a region by battling their neighbors to the death.

Resolute/Lawful Alignment: In a lawful ecosystem, things work the way ecologists model it on paper, not the way things do in real life. Species have nice precise logistic growth, and then stop reproducing on their own once they reach carrying capacity. Nocturnal animals wake up exactly when darkness begins and go to sleep exactly when daylight begins, and diurnal animals the opposite. Herbivores only ever eat plants, carnivores only ever eat meat, and omnivores split their diets by measured and consistent proportions.

Entropic/Chaotic Alignment: Nothing works the way it's supposed to. Population sizes zigzag wildly without rhyme or reason. The amount of energy that passes through levels on a food chain changes with time and doesn't obey thermodynamic laws, creating bizarre ecosystems where carnivores are more common than herbivores. Come to think of it, this might explain why there are so many man-eating monsters in RPGs. Organisms change dietary, climatic and other requirements by sheer chance. Evolution actually works like Lamarck thought it did, with organisms willing themselves to have traits they want to use for a particular reason (again, might explain how RPG ecosystems actually work...).

So what I'm getting at is that I would play around a little with how an extraplanar ecosystem works, to help the plane feel alien. And I'm starting to suspect that evolution and ecology only work the way they do in Golarion, Aber-Toril, etc, is because the Material Plane is secretly chaotic.

[silent-dragon]

"I dare you to kiss" whit Roger and Alyssa, Ellen and Nova, Rosa an Singurd and Ellen and Theodore again >:)

- @multydoodles

Dare Kiss Asks

srry for delay and long post

Took Roger some hours as he made his way over to HSA. He was sweating about the note he found in his office telling him to do this.

Kiss Alyssa Crimson or else..and do it right you will know when you do.

He had no clue what "do it right" meant but he had arrived and thankfully didn't have to go in as there she was talking to another coworker outside.

Roger had tried his best to smooth out his hair,smell very nice,practice some greeting but all of that work was for naught as his hair was now abit wild,he was sweating,and he forgot his word he had made to say..but he tried anyways.

"Hello Ma'am..uh Ms. Crimson I mean..You are so lovely in person. Please forgive me.." He said as confident as he could as he immediately tried to kiss her cheek but she turned and their lips met. The redness in their faces both shared as they glanced at each other. Words came out of her mouth after they parted but he didn't hear her as he started to feel very funny.

His idea was for a quick cheek kiss and flee from the scene but that now wasn't going to happen as he laid on the ground unable to move. His mind turn to mush as Alyssa and the other seem to surround him but he couldn't tell if out of concern or anger. He blacked out and woke back in his office at NRC with a less then pleased look of Crowley sitting in his chair.

He was lectured and was told he better be glad she didn't charge him with anything. As it went on he thought jokingly her kiss was so good it knocked him out literally.

Damón had no idea where to find her in this messy maze of a dorm let alone he was so small so was taking so long to find her. He somehow dodged the others and one of the last rooms he checked something felt off.

The door closed behind him as he jumped seeing Ellen was the one who closed it. She looked at him with a unimpressed looked.

"A mouse? Really?...I'm sure if anyone saw you they know your not one from here."

Damón shrugged in his mouse form he knew she was very smart so maybe the mouse idea was a failure somewhat. He moved alittle closer before turning back to normal instantly and now towered over Ellen against the wall whispering as quiet as he could.

"Look Ellen we don't like either other I know and you can make a fuss and get me kicked out but allow me to offer you something real quick."

She looked at him with even more disdain but curiosity maybe too as he gulped alittle. He looked directly into her eyes and pulled up her face by her chin quickly and kissed her. Felt like a moment of bliss to his mind which he was confused about and perhaps some blush on her face but it was only for a few seconds as she kicked him immediately in the crotch. The sudden impact pushed him back hitting the floor and causing him to make painful sound that all the others heard.

Already some had called out to Ellen asking what was wrong. Damón wasted no time even tho he was hurting to turn back into a mouse and running away limply out of the room til he made it sneakily past everyone somehow to the front door and out. In his haste the note had fallen out of pocket.

Ellen picked it up and read it very confused and shocked by what it said.

"Kiss a beautiful woman. Shouldn't be hard for you to pick some random easy one. Like you go for one that's tougher."

He thought long about this. A kiss was something special to him so the moment had to be worth it. He looked at the calendar and got an idea that likely get him in trouble but the moment was worth it he thought.

He sorta successfully made his way into the Heartslabyul dorm during a unbirthday party so most were distracted. He put on a uniform but due to his weird size it was too short on him but he walked around like that was fine.

Eventually he found her...Miss Woods. She didn't seem to be enjoying the party so he thought maybe he coukd lift her spirits. He waved and yelled hello to her in his normal loud tone of voice to which she responded with panicked confusion. She quickly grabbed him and tried to find somewhere so they could talk.

What are you doing here?? Uninvited guests are not allowed your going to get caught." She whispered to him.

Before he could outright say why he was there already there was students gathering cause someone saw a student who didn't look like they quite belonged there for uninvited. Rosalba quickly took Sigurd to more denser back areas of the maze so he could leave though the bushes.

As she told him where to go he took the opportunity to call her his savior and pulled her in for smooch. The smooch was lasting a bit long and maybe she was liking the danger but as voices drew near she pulled away scolded Sigurd and told him to leave.

He followed her instructions and got out of the dorm successfully but was still in the small uniform so had a big grin on his face as he did as the note said and got a wonderful kiss with a hint of danger from his love in white just as he wanted as he walked back to Symphonique..with everyone confused by his outfit.

He was so nervous about this. Why would someone tell him to do what he wanted to do already? Its like they were rushimg him. Still he was happy that Ellen accepted his invitation to hangout.

They slowly walked in a small area along the forest. He was in his worm form just sliding along on side of her being super slow as he is realizing this may be awkward but Ellen surpised him by picking him up and placed on shoulder like she knew he was thinking of that.

"I am honored to be on your shoulder Ellen. Its always so soft and has the best view.." He gleefully said as she co tined to walk smiling down at him. Oh he soon realized he was this close maybe he could sneak the kiss. He only thought about it though.

As they stopped to take a break Theodore moved to her lap snuggling in as she touched his lil tufts of fur that tickled him into a cute laugh. He soon was getting some pets too. He was so in heaven he almost forgot why he asked her for this. So he nervous asked her something.

"Ellen..uh can I give you something? Its a surpise so you have to close your eyes I promise it's good."

She looked at him with a curious smile but did as he said and covered her eyes. He breathed deep as this was it and did a little funny sounding countdown in his mind and went for it.

He turned into his human form not realizing he was going to be too big to be in her lap anymore so the impact just knocked them both over to ground. In the midst of this he did manage to kiss her on the lips which was so sweet. He loved it and seemed she did too but she quickly was blushing and looked away from him as he was confused.

"Theodore this was sweet and all but for goodness sakes your butt naked and on top of me!!!!!"

He had totally forgot he would be naked and the position they were in was highly suggestive. He panicking for a bit before she had to make him realize just turn back to fix the situation. He gave her a quick kiss again then turned back into worm.

"Oh I am sorry Ellen I ruined the moment cause I forgot."

She reassured him it was still sweet and the kiss was great just not to do such things from worm to human first. He laughed and promised to not make the mistake again. She got up and put him back on shoulder so they could continue their walk together. Theodore hiddenly pulled the note from his scarf and ate it as he completed what it said.

"Kiss Ellen on the lips like a man. No small baby kiss either."

[fluffywing-e-tarot]

Hybrid traits

Part 1

Tommy woke with his back cramping. it was the middle of the night and Tommy couldn’t find a comfortable position to go back to sleep again. But with the school semester starting tomorrow Eret had sent all of the kids to bed early.

However with Tommy’s back fuck’n cramping and shit He’d need something to help him fall asleep. Tommy rolled out of bed  and looked over at Purpled side of the room and saw his sleep partner wrapped in a cocoon. As much as Purple says that he hates confined spaces he hates the lack of warmth while he sleeps more. with purple coiling himself in blankets to fall asleep in.

Tommy opened the door running head first into someone taller than him. Tommy looked up and locked eyes with glowing purple and teal eye. Tommy jumped back a moment thinking it was an Enderman but the ‘Enderman’ blinked  and tommy recognized them as Ranboo.

“Ranboo you ass go back to sleep.” Tommy said rubbing his face in his hands. gods he was so tiered but his back was killing him.  

“⍙⊑⏃⏁ ⏃⍀⟒ ⊬⍜⎍ ⎅⍜⟟⋏☌ ⎍⌿, ⏁⍜⋔⋔⊬.”Ranboo said from his throat and chirped it was undeniably ender.

“And your talking in Ender too, Fuck.” Tommy grabbed the Taller boy hand “Come on Ender boy let’s get you back to Tubbo.’ Tommy knew that his best friend was far more familiar with dealing whit the ender-side of his husband. Tommy knocked twice on the Bee n’boo door.

“Ranboo come in.” Tubbo replied. Tommy opened the door. Tommy saw Tubbo awake as well. Tubbo was clutching his head.

“Hay big T what are you doing up?” Tubbo greeted.

“Back is hurting like hell. I found your Husband outside my door.” Tommy lead the confused boy to Tubbo.

“Same but it’s where my Horns use to be.” Tubbo said.  grabbing his husbands other Hand. Ranboo sat down on the Bed Chirping coming from him. “ They hurt like Bee stings so I sent Ranboo out to get some Ice.”

“Wait you said where your Horn’s where?”

“Yeah.” Tubbo said. Pulling his hair back he winced a bit as his fingers ran over the sore place. But Tommy could see two bumps coming from Tubbo’s head. 

“Could I be growing my Wings in.” Tommy said out loud in thought

“What?”

“Hear me out, what If we’re getting our Hybrid Traits.” Tommy said

Tubbo’s eyes Widened. "That mean’s that this world and ours are becoming closer together."

"What?" Tommy asked "⍙⊑⏃⏁?!" Ranboo chirped.

"Think about it. This world MLG don't exist but last year you where able to do one." Tubbo said "Last year we were able to make our first brewing Stand because blazes started appearing in the Fortresses."

It was starting to make scene the Wizarding World was becoming more like the world they came from.

"Hybrids never existed in this world until Eret and Bad Arrived here via summoning." Tommy said. He rolled his shouldered and he was starting to feel the familiar sensation of wings. “Well unless you consider Hagrid a Hybrid.”

"Well I think that's enough theorizing for tonight you should probably get some regen and pain reliever in you." Tubbo said. Tommy wined that his friend was ignoring him but complied and when off to bed after taking some drugs.

The morning came and with the enlightenment that his wings that he dearly missed for the past few years. Tommy stretching his phantom wings and practiced some wing beat getting his body use to the idea of being an Avian. He was in the middle of his stretches when Purple woke up.

Well woke up being the gentle term for Purple's scream. Tommy leapt to the bed and pulled the Wool covers.

"Purp come on focus." Tommy shouted. Purple was twisting within the blankets. Every tug of progress Tommy would make was squandered by Purple coiling tighter in the cloth. Tommy freeing Purple's arm was the best he could do. Purpled arm flailed nails digging into Tommy's body where ever he could reach.

Tommy realized as the sharp nails dug into his cheek. Purpled Hybrid traits where coming in. Tommy switched his tactics to retraining

"Shit. A little help here!" Tommy shouted into the house. Tommy heard the rushing steps of someone. He was busy enough with preventing Purpled from hurting the both of them.

"Tommy what is it." Eret asked from the door. Seeing tommy Grappled with Purpled. Who was clawing the air. Attempting to claw at Tommy.

"His getting his dragon traits. Help me."

Understanding the situation now, Eret moved. He pulled out some Shears and cut into the blanket. Freeing Purple's legs kick in the same moment where restrained. With a swift tug with his other hand purpled Pants where off of his bumb enough for the tail to grow out with out tearing the sleep wear. Eret knew Purple was well known for his intimidating horns and his battle tactics with his tail. Eret heard a Roomer that Purple didn't have wings but he didn't want to risk it.

"Tommy cut into the shirt just incase wings come out." Eret handed over the shears. And started to get a better grip on Purpled. Tommy cut down the shirt and just in time as a set of wings tore out of Purple's back. Tommy let go as one of them hit him.

Purple's Tail and horns fallow soon after. Eret catches Purple as all of the fight leaves him. Blood covers Purple's body. Purple shivers in Eret's arms. Eret cradled the boy’s body.  Rubbing circles between the wing blades.

"Tommy go get some regen and a some warm water" Tommy nodded and ran out of his room.

"Morning Tommy." Bad said. He was in the kitchen. Tommy's brain was running high on adrenalin.

" I need Bucket. Purple's Dragon came in." Tommy ran to the potion barrel that had healing an regen potion. He touched them into his inventory. Tommy ran past the Kitchen and garbed the bucket of water continuing to run back to his room.

"Tommy where are the..." Eret began to shout. Tommy running in to the room. Right as Eret began to look.

"I'm here. I'm here." Tommy said. He tossed the inventory compressed bucket at Eret. Eret returned the Bucket to its original Size Tommy had garbed cloth rags from the barrel that was in the medical barrel.

"I've never seen fully developed parts spring out before." Eret said.

"Could it be that because the worlds where separate and now they’re merging. Our traits have only been delayed until our world and this became more similar?” Tommy asked “Me and Tubbo where disusing it last night.”

“Was Purple awake at all?” Eret asked. Started to clean up the blood and wounds.

“He was out curled in the blanket cocoon you helped get him out of.” Tommy said 

“Well Purple is staying home.” Eret said.

“What why dose Purple get to stay home and I have to go to school.” Tommy Wined. Eret gave Tommy and unimpressed stare.

“How do you suggest on Purple going to the station?”

Tommy was about to say Carry him but then he remembered that the Wizarding world and Minecraft where merging.  There was always the Oddity that you couldn’t Carry your friends. You could push them around when they weren't moving but not carry them. It was terrifying thought that that function of this world might be overwritten.

“Fine.” Tommy said

A Father once more

Star Gazing

Hybrid traits: Part 2

[academiagaymess]

Zaph birthday

If you find that fic out of nowhere it's a birthday gift for my friend @zafirosreverie and it might be a hell to understand but anyway that fic is not for you!

English isn't my first language and I didn't sleep for 4 days ( I'M FINE ) so everyone might be hella out of characters but I hope you enjoy my friend 💖

Warning: Alcohol mention, gun, light injuries

Characters: Agatha Harkness, Olivia Octavius, Otto Octavius, Ursula Gernsback, Carla Dunkler, Eve Fletcher, Jennifer Barkley, Delta Simmons, Milly Campbell.

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You can hear a lot of noises coming from the house, scream, metallic sounds, barks, ...

Early this day everyone was ready to help for the birthday party. After creating the teams, Oliva and Otto for decoration, Ursula for animations, Carla and Milly in the kitchen, Eve and Delta were on duty to find a gift, Jen was in command of course, and Agatha ... Was here. She didn't want to waste her time whit simple humans or robots, she had enough with the Vision. But she liked Zaph enough to show up on her birthday. If Jen asks her she will sometimes lift something whit her magic.

The chaos starts when Otto and Olivia get extra interest in Ursula. The robot was occupied to make research on mexican's birthday traditions when numerous metals tentacles surround her. Unimpressed she takes her gun out. Jen comes to check on everyone.

- What is wrong with you?! Doctor and Doctor Octavius leave Ursula alone! Is that a gun? Get that back!

After making sure everyone behaves and putting Agatha on babysitting duty she goes see the kitchen.

Milly whines shyly.

- Miss Dunkler can you please stop hading alcohol in all my preparations, please?

- What? I am only helping this party! Say the milf

Jen sigh, nothing can go well, at least once!

- Dunkler listens to Campbell and stops messing whit everything.

- I don't think it's gonna be possible tailored suit ... Answer Carla.

- Listen, we are here for Zaph so stop acting like a selfish child for once and help!

Carla rolls her eyes and licks a spoon in the more obscene way possible. Jen leaves the kitchen sighing even more deeply not knowing that the bad mom secretly made Zaph's fav biscuits.

The little group only needs to wait for Eve and Delta for the gift. And they indeed go back to the house. Jen breathes in relief but when she turned around her face dropped, a dirty and covered of bruises Delta greets her, followed by a slightly concerned Eve.

- Excuse me what happened? Ask the businesswoman.

- Well Eve wanted to buy a book, or flowers or boring shit like that, she roll her eyes, but I have far better! I find a dog in a restaurant trashcan!

The comedian indeed shows an old stray dog smelling like garbage. Jen opened her mouth but Agatha interrupt her.

- Five minutes left ...

- WHAT ?! Everyone! Quick! Hide!

All of them go hide and Jen switch the lights off. Zaph gets home to a slightly decorated living room, whit obvious fight traces, over alcoholized dishes, and a garbage-smelling dog sleeping on the couch. When she switched the lights on everyone jumped.

- ¡ FELIS COMPLE AÑOS!

[woah-were-halfway-there]

The Sweetest of Them All

A/N: just another little bonus part of the AFTR universe that I came up with out of nowhere. Also, I left this as third person instead of second. Enjoy!

Word Count: 3.2k

Y/N has never been a big fan of Valentine's Day.

To her, it was overrated and expensive. But, she'd be lying if she said she didn't love the fact that it gave an extra reason to love on Auston a ridiculous amount. Sure, she did that every day, but to be fair, she loved how the title of Valentine's Day added a bit more fun and excitement to something she'd normally do any other day. It felt different for some reason, so even though she didn't love the so-called holiday, she still tried to plan something special for it every year.

Admittedly, she and Auston almost got competitive about it with trying to one-up the other with affection. They didn't care about gifts. They cared about the time they spent together and the thoughtfulness behind it.

Usually, it was Y/N that came up with something ridiculously sweet for Valentine's Day to do for Auston. However, this year, he had her beat.

For some odd reason, Y/N woke up very early that day. Maybe it was the baby waking her, or perhaps it was her internal clock saying sleep was no longer necessary. But, regardless, she was awake much earlier than usual. She also knew Mia wasn't awake or else she would've heard her, so she took that time to lie back in bed and relax for a few minutes on her own.

The bed felt incredibly empty, given that Auston was with the Leafs in Washington and wasn't expected to be back in Toronto until late that night. Frank was a good cuddle buddy alternative, but sometimes the Goldendoodle just wasn't enough when Y/N was missing her man. Of course, this was one of the days when she missed him a lot, so she took that as an excuse to text Auston and at least get this so-called holiday kicked off.

Y/N Happy Valentine's Day, Aus 🥰 can't wait to see you tonight

She wasn't expecting him to message back right away, seeing as it was only 7:30 in the morning, but much to her surprise, he did.

Auston Happy Valentine's Day, babe 💕 Can't wait to see you either. Did the flowers for Mia get delivered?

Y/N Yes, they got here last night. They're beautiful. I set them on the kitchen counter, so once she's awake and we go downstairs, she'll see her little V-Day gift from you

Auston Perfect. I got part of your Valentine's thing with me right now too. Ready for it?

Y/N Is it going to make me cry?

Auston Probably

Y/N Great. Hit me with your best shot

She stared at her phone screen for a moment, expecting it to light up with the notification of an incoming FaceTime call from her husband or a picture, but instead, he sent her a link. But not just any link, it was the link to the video recording of a new Spittin' Chiclets podcast episode that was over an hour-long called 'Love Day: Part One.'

Confused, but also insanely curious, Y/N then leaned over to grab her laptop from the bedside table and got into the most comfortable position her growing baby bump would allow so she could watch the video like that. As soon as she was about to press play, her phone buzzed with another text.

Auston This was filmed a couple of weeks ago when the Chiclets guys were in Toronto. They interviewed at least 10 different guys in the league at different times, and they're kind of long, which is why there's more than one part. Just watch the intro, then I'm the first interview. Mitch is on part 2 if you want to watch that as well, but yeah... call me when you're done 💕

Still unsure of how to process what was going on, Y/N just shook her head and followed the link.

The video started with Biz, Whit and Rear sat all-around a table, each wearing a different red, white or pink shirt with heart-shaped balloons positioned behind them. Empty bottles of Pink Whitney sat on the table, acting as vases for bouquets of roses, making Y/N roll her eyes and chuckle at how far these guys would go for good product placement. But, she kept watching, and unsurprisingly, Biz was the first to speak.

Biz: "For Valentines Day this year, we wanted to do something different. Something more soft. So, we're going to tell, well, I guess, show some love stories."

Whit: "Bet you all didn't know that some of the greatest love stories to ever be told have happened to some of the guys that play in the NHL. Don't believe me? Guess you'll have to listen to find out what they are."

Rear: "We asked some players to come in and talk to us about their relationship stories and give as many details as they were willing to give. And let me tell you, they were great. To start us off, we have Auston Matthews of the Toronto Maple Leafs telling us his fairytale romance."

The video then clipped to a shot of Biz sitting next to Auston in what Y/N assumed was the hotel downtown that the Chiclets guys were staying at. Auston wasn't dressed extravagantly or anything, just wore a grey hoodie, black pants, and his signature Raiders snapback.

Y/N immediately recognized his outfit. She remembered Auston coming home in those same clothes early one afternoon after he did some running around downtown with Mia, and started thinking of how not once did he mention doing anything for the podcast. He kept this very on the down low, and Y/N was excited to see how it would all play out.

Biz: "Alright, with us today, we have none other than the Leafs number 34, Auston Matthews. Welcome back to the show, Auston. How ya doin?"

Auston: "I'm great. Thanks for having me. How are you guys?"

Whit and Rear: "Good."

Biz: "Great, real good. Now, Auston, you know what you're here to talk about, right?"

Auston: (chuckling) "You're acting like you didn't spend the last week blowing up my phone until I agreed to do this."

Biz: "Amazing! You do know. So, here's how it's all going to go down. We've got a list of questions about your relationship with your significant other. Your obvious better half. And are going to take turns asking them so the people listening at home can get a bit of insight on your, and I quote, iconic love story. Why don't you give us a little summary of your relationship before we dive in?"

Auston: (hesitantly) "Sure, okay. So, my wife Y/N and I have been married for almost two years now. Our anniversary is at the end of July. She accidentally forgot it last year, which I haven't let her live down. Y/N, babe, this is your six month in advance warning that our anniversary is indeed coming up again this year… She's going to hate that I mentioned that. We, uh, we've been together since my first season in Toronto, so for a pretty long time now, and it's been amazing. We have a daughter, Amelia, but everyone just calls her Mia unless she's in trouble. She just turned two on January 25th, and we have our second baby on the way. They're due to be making their grand appearance in late June. We also have our firstborn, Frank, the Goldendoodle. Can't forget about him. But, yeah, that's my little family."

Whit: (nodding along with Biz and Rear) "Fair enough. Now, how and when did you and Y/N meet exactly?"

Auston: "We met on the night of my first NHL game back in 2016. She was at that game."

Biz: "Oh, yeah? Was she there for a reason?"

Auston gave him an unimpressed look.

Biz: "What?"

Auston: "You know why she was there!"

Biz: (shrugging) "Our listeners don't. C'mon, refresh my memory. Was she there to cheer someone else on?"

Auston: (shaking his head) "Yeah. She, uh, she's a cousin of one of my teammates, so she was there with their family to watch him during our first game."

Biz: (grinning widely) "What teammate?"

Auston: "The one out in the hallway keeping my daughter occupied while you keep being annoying and asking me questions you already know the answer to."

Everyone laughed at that, including Y/N, as she shifted onto her side, being mindful of her growing bump that seemingly became more noticeable each day, and got comfortable as she braced herself for what the rest of this interview would entail.

Biz: (still laughing): "Just to clarify for everyone who still doesn't know, he's talking about Mitch Marner."

Auston: "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up."

Rear: "I take it that Mitch and Mia get along really well? I haven't heard a peep from her since you came in here."

Auston: "Oh, she loves him. Yeah, that's her Mitchy, alright. Him and Steph, who you will hear all about once Mitch comes in here, are Mia's godparents and some of her favourite people."

Whit: "That's awesome. And how was that at first, though, being romantically involved with one of your teammates' family members? Sounds like grounds for some chaos, if I'm honest."

Auston: "It sure made meeting the family a bit more nerve-wracking. I'm just kidding. No, it was fine. It was definitely a little awkward at first trying to figure out how I was going to tell Mitch that I wanted to date his cousin. Like, he and Y/N are very close. Always have been. And the last thing both me and Y/N wanted was for Mitch to be uncomfortable. He did handle it really well, though. It's because of him I was even able to get to know her in the first place, which I'll never be able to thank him enough for."

Rear: "Now, you're a pretty private guy. You post the odd picture of your little family from time to time. Y/N is rather private, as well. So, really, no one knows your guys' story other than those who have lived it with you or watched it unfold. I'm sure many people will jump right on the chance to listen to this, seeing as you and Y/N are one of the most beloved couples in the NHL. But, what exactly made you want to come on here, give a bit of insight into your private life, and talk about it all?"

Auston: "Well, for one, Biz would not stop asking me to do it. Literally kept calling and texting me for days until I finally agreed."

Whit: "Shocker."

Biz: "Hey, now."

Auston: (chuckling) "That and also I figured, why not. I love my wife, and I love our little story. It's nice to think back on everything that's happened and see how it all got us to where we are now. With all the ups and the downs, its uh, it's been an amazing ride for sure, and I wouldn't change it for a thing. Also, it's for Valentine's Day. I haven't told her I'm doing this, so when you guys drop the episode, I'm just going to send it to her without much context."

Whit: "Do you think she'll cry?"

Auston: "Absolutely. I know this kind of thing would make her tear up regularly, but those pregnancy hormones have got her bad. Without a doubt, she's going to call me crying once she's done watching this."

Y/N scoffed as he said that and grabbed some tissues to wipe away the waterworks she already felt coming on.

Biz: "I've met Y/N many times now. The first time being back in what, 2018?"

The screen then showed an old picture of Biz sitting in a restaurant with his arm wrapped around Y/N's shoulders, both smiling widely as they held up their drinks, with Auston seemingly moping off to the side a little bit. Y/N chuckled at the image, instantly thinking back to the day she first met Paul Bissonnette and how wild it was before the photo faded away and showed the guys again.

Biz: "Yeah, it was when she was in Scottsdale visiting you during the summer. Great girl, completely out of Auston's league."

Auston: "Hey!"

Biz: "I'll never forget you sassing her when she commented on how hot Arizona was, with her being Canadian and all, but damn she was fast putting you in your place by calling you a, what was it?"

Auston: (grumbling) "Desert Boy."

Everyone burst out laughing again, except Auston, who just rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically.

Auston: "Whatever. She sasses me all the time when I complain about the snow, but the one time I do it back, I get called a Desert Boy and can never live it down."

Biz: (still laughing) "Ugh, amazing. Okay, moving on because we don't have much time and can probably fit in like two more questions. So, Auston, tell us how you knew that Y/N was the end game for you. How did you know that she was the one?"

Auston: "Oh, man. I don't even know how to explain it. Growing up, you see all these movies and shows, or read books where people always find someone who is their soulmate. Their perfect match. And I never knew what the feeling of finding that person was because I had never experienced it. My mom would tell me that when I did find that person, I'd know. That it'll be such an intense feeling, and to be honest, I didn't believe her. Until I met Y/N, I know that sounds cheesy, but it's true. The first time I met her, something drew me in, and I knew I wanted to get to know her better right away. Mitch spoke so highly of her, so did the other guys on the team that had already met her and over the first couple of months of us knowing each other, I saw what they meant. She quickly became one of my best friends ever. When we started dating, I saw more of how good a person she is, which attracted me even more. She is so selfless and caring for everyone around her; it truly blows my mind. I had never seen my family welcome a girl I introduced them to as quickly as they did her, and I trust their judgment the most. But even if they didn't do that, I know they would have accepted her regardless because, honestly, I probably seemed like a lovesick idiot. I still do. Y/N became this significant light in my life that I knew I wanted to be there forever. I began thinking about what it'd be like spending the rest of my life with her. Then it became something that I knew I needed. I can't imagine my life without her, and I never want to. She makes me so happy and has given me more than I could ever thank her for. I'll never understand how I, of all people, was the one to capture her massive heart, but I do know how lucky I am."

As he spoke, the screen showed a little picture slideshow of Y/N and Auston over the years of their relationship. It started with one that Ema took the first time Y/N had ever gone to Scottsdale. Y/N was sitting on the edge of a pool, and her legs dipped into the water. Auston stood between them as he wrapped his arms around her middle and leaned against her while looking over at where Ema stood taking the picture. The next one was from a Christmas party where the two were under a mistletoe as Auston leaned Y/N back and was kissing her cheek as she laughed and held onto him for dear life. There was a picture of them with Auston's family, one of them with Mitch and Steph, and another of Auston with his arms around Nate and Mya, Y/N's younger brother and sister, as the three smiled at the camera and Y/N was in the background looking confused.

The last few pictures were a bit more recent. They showed Y/N holding Frank as a puppy, a maternity photo of her and Auston posing when she was pregnant with Mia, and one of them on their wedding day with Mia and the rest of the gang. Then, the slideshow concluded with a very recent picture of them taken just a couple of weeks prior at Mia's birthday party, where Auston has his arms wrapped around Y/N from the back, showcasing her growing belly. At the same time, she leaned against him and glanced over her shoulder at him lovingly. The photos then went away and showed the guys again as Auston finished speaking.

Auston was right. Y/N was full-on bawling by that point.

All the guys were smiling as Auston finished saying his thing, but were soon interrupted by a knocking noise followed by a door opening.

Mitch: (offscreen) "Wait, no! Don't let her in!"

Mia: (also offscreen) "Daddy!"

Mia then came into the frame as she ran towards Auston, not caring about what was going on or who was there. Auston was quick reacting as he smiled widely and scooped Mia right up into his arms, making sure to place multiple kisses on her cheek as she giggled and squirmed in his hold, while Mitch became visible too and shrugged.

Auston: "Hi, mini. I missed you. Did you have fun with Mitchy?"

Mia: "Yeah! Where's mommy, daddy?"

Auston: "She's at home, baby girl. I'm almost done, then we can go get a Timbit while we wait for Mitch to be done. Sounds good?"

Mia: (knuckling at her eyes, tiredly) "Mhmm."

Rear: "This is adorable."

Biz: "Hi, Mia."

Mia: (shyly while hiding against Auston's chest a bit) "Hi, Biz."

Whit: (laughing) "Okay, I think we've kept you long enough now, Auston. Is there anything else you and Mia would like to say to Y/N?"

Auston: "Yes. Happy Valentine's Day, babe. I love you so much, and I'm sorry I'm not there right now. You're going to hear a lot more from me on actual Valentine's Day, but for right now, I think that's just about it. Mia, can you blow a kiss to the camera so mommy can see it and say 'happy Love Day!'"

Mia: (blows the kiss) "Happy Love Day, mommy!"

Auston: "Can you tell her that you love her?"

Mia: "Love you!"

Auston and Mia then waved to the camera and said bye as the clip faded out, and a new interview of another NHLer began playing.

Y/N's heart felt so full. She couldn't stop crying over how much she loved her family and how badly she needed to hear something like that. Life had been particularly hard on her as of late and seemed to keep throwing her curveballs, but this, this was exactly what she needed. To be reminded of how loved she is and that she genuinely is never alone.

She then grabbed her phone to call Auston and remind him of how much she loved him, that day and every day. The two talked for a few minutes before Y/N was pretty sure she could hear Mia waking up. After saying their goodbyes, Y/N found herself thinking about how, regardless of how she feels about the actual day, this was a Valentine's Day she will never forget.

[thecat-inthehat]

20. Novice

I love one (1) viis woman with a handful of lines of text who hates moogles, and I have submitted my adoption papers to SE, thereby claiming her as my own. I gave her backstory and everything. 

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There was a thud of someone setting their pack down on the desk, but Xylle didn’t look up from the hunt bills she was sorting through. If they were a Nutter looking to trade, they could wait until she was done. If they were some hopeful looking to get started, they could also wait until she was done. The idiot that took care of the desk on the weekends didn’t know one whit about how Xylle organized things, or even bothered to care, so she was behind on bill postings. 

“Excuse me,” someone said, putting their hand down in her field of vision. 

“You’re excused.” She responded, and started to stamp through the stack, putting them off to the side so Halldor could pin them to the board. He wasn’t the brightest ronso in the crate, but his enthusiasm made up for it, when Xylle could direct him to the hunts that actually needed his attention. 

“You’re the person I need to talk to for starting hunts, right?” The person asked, and they sounded like a man, or at the very least deeper voiced. Their tone wobbled slightly, and Xylle sighed. 

“That’s me, yes,” Xylle said, shoving the stack to the side. She finally looked up at the man, and was utterly unimpressed by what she saw. 

A young hume, couldn’t be more than twenty winters, with a too earnest face and red eyes under a fringe of dark blue hair. A couple of fresh scars lined his face, but they didn’t look like they were made by claw marks or some beastkin, so they had to be from a scrap with hobgoblins or bandits. Cheap leather armor that needed serious stitching along the shoulders, and improperly sized. Probably secondhand, just like the rusty claymore on his back. His hands were at least calloused and big, so he probably knew how to work, but Xylle didn’t trust that he knew how to use the sword. Great. Another fresh faced hunter who wanted to make it big. 

“A barmaid at the Wandering Stairs told me that you’re who I talk to about hunts,” He said, and he sounded hesitant. He looked a little shy, too, or at the least timid, and it was all Xylle could do from rolling her eyes. If he was this inexperienced, he’d be better off joining the guard. But still, she had a job to do… Ugh. 

“That’s right. Have you ever worked for Clan Nutsy before?” When he blinked and let out a small guffaw of amusement, she sighed. “I’ll take that as a no. Have you ever done any fieldwork before?” 

“I--You don’t mean farming do you…” He pauses, and crosses his arms. “I’ve killed a number of Eaters, taken out some hobgoblins and the like.”

“A novice then,” Xylle said, and leaned down behind the desk to grab one of their test bills. “In order to join the Clan, you need to prove you’re capable before I accept your application to join. Take this bill and talk to Halldor, he’ll take you out and observe your performance.” 

He took the bill and stared at it, and Xylle counted the seconds before he shouted at her. She got to a count of eight, which was longer than usual for potential new recruits with chips on their shoulders. 

“Gremlins?!” He demanded, waving the flyer. “Wicked White, I’m not here to kill gremlins, I need to go after Dikaiosyne, not pests!” 

Xylle couldn’t help the little laugh that bubbled up, and she propped her elbow on the table, placing her chin in it. “With that armor? With that sword? You’d be Eater fodder. There’s no way I’ll let you take the hunt bill for that Eater, not until you’ve proved to me you at least know what you’re doing.” 

“I know what I’m doing, I have to kill it!” He shouted, and there was a bit of a desperate look in his eye. He probably lost some family members to the Eater, and wanted revenge, or to prove he could do it. 

Didn’t they all, Xylle mused, feeling the scar on her hip ache slightly. She still walked with a limp most days, after she barely managed to escape from Dikaiosyne’s blade. “That’s nice. I’m not about to send novices to their deaths or let them commit suicide by marks that they can’t handle.” 

“I can handle it!” He snarled angrily. 

“Then prove it, and take the easy mark. You don’t lose anything by showing me you know how to handle yourself,” Xylle said with a bored tone. “Or don’t, and then die in a ditch somewhere.” 

The hume stared at her, indignation bristling along his frame. He looked like he was about to refuse, then he took the bill with an angry huff. 

“Great!” Xylle chirped with false cheer. “Now if you’ll sign here, and give me your name, I can see if you’re the right fit for Clan Nutsy. If you do join our ranks, you’ll have access to our wares and gear, as well as other marks that are more lucrative.” 

“You sound like the town crier,” the man muttered angrily, and went to scrawl his name in her log book. 

“I have a script.” Xylle deadpanned. “Granson, hm? Do try not to die when you go out, it’d be inconvenient for us both.”

[katiethxrne]

⏰ 16

Katie does a Flirt

or

She’s 16, she’s gay, she has no idea how to function. Send help.

Summer was dying, it was a slow death this year, each day just incrementally colder than the last until Katie was forced to put on a jacket during her days in the courtyard. Her runs by the Black Lake forced her into leggings and waking up was a study in warming charms on her blankets.

How she loathed when the heat of summer ended, it was bittersweet in its own way. To come to Hogwarts during her least favorite seasons and still be happy about it. 

But Katie couldn’t stop the seasons from changing and she wouldn’t want to either. Because it meant sneaking hot chocolate from the kitchens and trips to Hogsmeade Village on weekends.

Which was exactly where she was now, Eva had ditched her for the clothing shoppe, no amount of wrangling could get Katie to step foot in there since Eva spent nearly 150 galleons on a pair of spelled combat boots. Though the Gryffindor had to admit that being able to Spiderman up walls was great even if they got confiscated before the day was out. Her friends were split off for dates, and others staying up at the Castle to study. Probably what she ought to be doing since she hadn’t so much as cracked a book for her Transfiguration course and it was nearing the end of September now. 

So Katie hoofed it alone down to the Three Broomsticks, shoving past a few third years lined up at the door, no doubt trying to think of ways to wheedle someone to buy them Firewhiskey. 

Then she stumbled right into someone in a strong attempt to avoid being mowed by the Hufflepuff Quidditch team’s second string, loud and boisterous as ever. She didn’t need to get her feet lifted as if she was in the put for a Butterbeer. 

“Shit I’m sorry--” Katie reached a hand out to steady the figure, but then snatched it away as if it burned, and her cheeks flashed red. “I-- ahh didn’t look where I was going.”

Cassidy was shaking her head, red curls falling around her cheeks. Her lips were parting to say something but Katie was busy trying to remind herself how to breath.

“--llo? Katie?”

“Oh yeah, Hi. Sorry, I’m spacing today spent too much time doing Potions again, I’m just gonna--” she pointed her fingers towards the bar, where already the third years had jostled between the Hawkins kids. 

“Oh ok--” just corner of her mouth lifted and it made Katie want to press her up against the wall and see how it felt against her own lips. To run her fingers through her hair, feel how the curls twirled under her fingers. 

“Y-yea...” Katie turned, shoulders bunched with anticipation, and watched as Cassidy went off to join some of the other Ravenclaws. Olivia was giving her an unimpressed look, but the Gryffindor didn’t have the heart to correct her from across the room with a rude gesture. Katie shoved two of the weepy 3rd years from a chair and smooshed herself right between Helle and Glaucus, the werewolves playing some game with spelled marbles and had rigged up some plates as ramps. 

“Moonin’ again are ya Thorne,” Glaucus flicked the gold marble, “look at you, fuckin’ pathetic acting this way over a girl. Just talk to her like fuckin’ normal Moon knows you can talk the ear off anything and you’ve even charmed the damn poltergeist.” Helle growled when the marble hit her nose and threw it back at him.

“Glock is right, you’re a dumbass for that one Thorne, she wants you to talk to her.”

“Fuck off can’t I drink it peace.”

“You’re the one that dropped your skinny ass on the stool, shoulda known better than to come for us for anything but bulling. Or should we go grab Whitting to knock some sense into your airless head.” Helle wrinkled her nose, she loathed her roommate, to be expected from someone who refused to look past all of Whitting’s barbs. 

“I don’t need her to bully me either,” cause Eva was always yelling at her to get her shit together, or at the very least find ‘Someone truly more presentable and possibly worthly of your status, as low as you are’ which really was the highest of compliments one could probably get from her. 

“So what are you gonna do, give yourself a sugar rush from the Butterbeers and terrorize Flitwick again?”

It didn’t sound like a bad idea, but as Katie turned her head to spare a glance at Cassidy their eyes met, both widening comically and the teenager turned so fast that she knocked a plate to the ground.

Madame Rosemerta never needed an excuse to throw Katie out, and so Katie was already jumping off the stool when the women turned her gaze. She didn’t run but damn if she didn’t speedwalk with the howls of various classmates around her. It was theorized that only Madame Rosemerta could make Katie cow, in truth she was terrified of that woman’s wooden spoon and the power it wielded. Surely it had to be a wand, there was no reason it should move so fast to smack teenagers wandering fingers. 

Pushing past Cassidy’s table she stopped, even as the Bar Owner was already calling her back to pay for damages.

Olivia raised a brow, Rei was already snorting, Faith looked mildly interested but her entire focus was on Cassidy and Katie gulped, hoping it wasn’t audible.

“I-- uh...”

“Spit it out there Thorne,” Rei drawled, “before Madame comes and nabs your ass.”

“YoulookreallyprettytodayCassidyhaveaniceday.” came out in a sort of jarbled mess, her heart thumping against her thin chest, redness reaching up to her ears and expanding across the bridge of her nose, summer freckles already fading. But before Cassidy could answer or even have a second to formulate a reply, Katie was running from the pub and didn’t dare slow down until she reached the path.

So much for Gryffindor's courage. Jesus fuck.

Evangeline was already there, looking more than unimpressed and laden with bags, fancy french labels in gold embossed. 

“So, did you talk to her?”

“Hey, you know how you threaten to kill me sometimes?”

“Of course--”

“Could you, like right now?”

Eva’s pitying smile only served the purpose for Katie to groan and shuffled up the path, mocking barbs thrown at her back.

There was always next time, and this time she was going to ask Cassidy out right, and maybe not trip over her feet or forget to talk when their eyes met.

[keichanz]

Toss a Coin

so today i had the insane, intense urge to write a scene from Netflix’s The Witcher and well *shrug* if you haven’t watched it yet, you probably shouldn’t read this if you don’t want any spoilers, but then again, who the hell am i to tell you what to do hahaha. 

but anyway it’s basically the Inuyasha version of this scene where that one guy is like “HE DIED” Jas is like “eh he’s fine” and then fucking Geralt just crashes through the door because perfect timing. Obvi Inuyasha is Geralt, and Miroku is Jasiker because god it’s just too fucking perfect lmao

anyway, i don’t plan on making this a thing. i just really wanted to write this one part and it wouldn't leave me alone until i did. and I am eternally grateful to @noyourenotreal​ for having the stroke of genus to write an Inuyasha Witcher AU because i would be tempted to do it myself if they hadn’t and I don’t have the time hahah. their fic is called Of Monsters and Men and it’s so good guys check it out!

originally i was going to use the dialogue word for word, but at the advice of a friend and further thinking, i nixed that idea and gave it my own flare so i can stay true to Inuyasha and Miroku’s personalities. I think i did alright.

a random note: basically during the entire time i watched this show i was screaming “INUUKAAAAAAAG” because OMG the inukag is STRONG with geralt and yennefer it is riDICULOUS 

note: a translation of what the man in the first part is saying can be found at the end of this oneshot. he speaks in a Scottish dialect and I realize it can be difficult to understand. 

oh and also tagging my ladies that expressed an interest in reading this ;D @lemonlushff​ @hinezumi​ @tsukinohimeusagi​ 

“It's th' truth, Ah teel ye,” the portly man rasped, his blood and dirt streaked face twisted into a troubled expression and his gray eyes holding a wealth of shocked disbelief, “It main hae swallowed th' bludy village whole! Nary a bain, scrap ay clootie— naethin' was left!”

He looked around while the patrons gasped and murmured in horror, but when he spotted a familiar face gazing back with skepticism, his gaze hardened into a glare. The nay-sayer, a scrawny little weasel named Noliff, narrowed his eyes in return.

“Aye, quite it wi' 'at swatch, ye wee jobby,” he growled, bracing his hands on the table as he leaned forward. “Ah ken whit yoo're thinkin'. We hud wee choice but tae caa heem.”

Abruptly he stood up, his chair scraping against the wooden floor as wild eyes scanned his rapt audience.

“The White Wolf.” With every gaze on him and expressions varying from horror, shock, and excitement, he continued, recalling in vivid detail the fate of the notorious White Wolf. “Ah can still see it—he stuid in th' middle ay 'at frizzen loch lake he kent th' beest was comin’.”

Silence all around as the patrons listened intently with undivided attention, he immersed himself in his storytelling, his eyes going wide and his voice laced with the genuine fear he’d felt just hours prior.

“Th’ ice cracked wide open,” he said, gesturing with his hands as his wild gaze swung around the room again. “An' a selkiemair shot it! Och, yoo’ve ne'er seen a body, but it’d tak' doon a ship wi' its cavernoos gob foo ay devil’s teeth!

More gasping and murmurs of astonishment followed that proclamation, and there was a wild, far-away look in his eyes as he regaled with vigor, “An’ it…swallowed…that Witcher…whole!”

With hands clasped together, the man bowed his head, expression contorted into one of deep, intense sorrow as the villagers speculated amongst themselves, whispering and muttering and exchanging glances.

“Yes, this is wonderful!”

The man faltered, blinked, and slowly turned to glance down at the bard sitting to his left who had, this entire time, been furiously scribbling down his tragic tale of the Wither and the selkie.

Miroku glanced up at the portly man, did a quick double-take, and then paused his written recounting in his parchment book.

“Apologies,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. “It’s just Inuyasha is never so generous with the details. He always makes it sound so boring.” He shrugged and went back to his documenting while the storyteller, and everyone else, gaped at him.

“Now then. Please, continue, my good man. What happened next?” he asked, glancing back up at the man with a patient, inquisitive look up on his face.

With a frown, the man diverted his gaze back to the table and brought to mind what had happened next. He swallowed once, twice, and the look on his face was deeply troubled as he appeared to struggle saying what came next.

“He died,” he revealed, head bowed and eyes closed. A collective gasp echoed around them.

Miroku stared blankly at him for a moment and then said, “Bah. He’s fine.”

Completely unconcerned, the bard turned back to his scribbling, seeming to ignore the man as he turned his frown on him, looking a mite affronted.

“Listen haur,” he began, his tone urgent as he jabbed a finger at him. “Ah was thaur. Ah saw it wi' mah ain—!”

The door to the tavern crashed open and as one, everybody – save Miroku, who, calm as you please, continued to nonchalantly write in his book – turned around with gasps of exclamation. The storyteller’s mouth dropped open as a few bystanders not so subtly lifted a hand to cover their nose and mouth with varying looks of disgust.

“See?” Miroku drawled, not looking up from his writing.

Standing before the two men, clutching his sword and completely covered in blood, guts, and other questionable matter that dripped from his hair and clothes, Inuyasha regarded them with a look that was difficult to decipher beneath the bloody sludge on his face. The scowl, however, became apparent as he schlepped forward, the patrons backing away the closer he got and giving him a very wide berth.

While Miroku laughed merrily, the storyteller looked completely aghast as he stared at the Witcher.

“Och,” he breathed, looking truly astonished to be staring at the man who he had witnessed be swallowed whole by a savage beast. “Whit is 'at reek?”

Golden eyes slid his way. “Selkiemore guts,” Inuyasha supplied matter-of-factly while behind him a man gagged and the patrons not so discreetly edged away. “Obviously. Fucker swallowed me whole so I gutted it from the inside.” He snorted. “So, you gonna pay me or what?”

Absolutely delighted, Miroku stood with a grin and sang, “Toss a coin to your witcher, O, Valley of Plenty!”

Nodding frantically, the man reached into his shirt and withdrew a bag of coins before tossing it to the man, the Witcher who had miraculously bested the odds against him and survived being eaten by a monster.

Inuyasha caught it, expression deadpan as Miroku continued his ditty and everyone joined in, raising their pints at him as they sang a tribute to The White Wolf. Unimpressed, he snorted and turned away, ignoring everyone as he bypassed them to unceremoniously drop his sword on the bar.

“You’re welcome,” Miroku chirped over his shoulder while the villagers cheered and Inuyasha only spared him a brief glance before snatching up the pint set in front of him and knocking it back. “Now then, my good Witcher friend, I think now would be a good time—”

Inuyasha abruptly turned his head to the side and spit out the vile tasting concoction that was supposedly passed off as beer around here. He scowled and carelessly tossed the empty pint onto the counter.

“…To repay your debt,” Miroku finished lamely, cocking a brow. Inuyasha glared at him. Clearing his throat, Miroku tired a jovial smile and continued, “Ah, you’re wondering what the in blazes I’m talking about, yes?”

Inuyasha ignored him and reached up to scratch at his ears in irritation. Damn, but the guts were starting to dry and his ears were itching like fucking crazy.

“I have made you famous, Witcher,” the bard supplied point blank with raised eyebrows, undeterred by his apparent disinterest. When still he didn’t receive a response, Miroku shrugged and said, “Rightfully a small percentage of your wages should be mine to claim. However, because I find myself fascinated by your charm and strong, silent type demeanor—”

Inuyasha groaned and dropped his elbows on the bar before dropping his head into his hands.

“—instead I would like to swap out any monetary earnings for a small…tiny little favor.” Miroku tipped his head back and gazed innocently up at the ceiling as he sipped his own beverage.

“Fuck off, bard,” Inuyasha growled without preamble, not interested in any of the favors he was asking for.

“Just hear me out, my good man. Er, half-man,” he corrected and aimed a charming smile when amber eyes cut his way. “Just for a single night of service – just a few hours, really – the rewards would indeed be worth your while, a cornucopia of earthly delights, if you will.”

Inuyasha snorted his opinion of that and counted his money.

“The greatest masters of the culinary arts crafting morsels worthy of the gods,” Miroku tempted. “And the women…” He sighed and the Witcher mused that the dopey smile on his face suited him rather well. “Beautiful, enchanting maidens with their shapely bodies and plump bosoms and perfect bottoms… Ah, truly a sight to behold!

“Not to mention there will be plentiful, sweet drinks to imbibe,” Miroku continued, oblivious to his companion’s departure, until he tossed an impish smile his way and discovered he was talking to air. He spun around and easily spotted the man stomping toward the exit.

“Food, women, and wine, Inuyasha!” Miroku crowed in a last-ditch effort since apparently his waxing poetic did not ensnare the half-demon as he’d hoped it would. He should have known; the Witcher was as tough and gruff as they come, so it made sense poesy would not appeal to him.

Inuyasha stopped and for the first time actually seemed to be considering the bard’s proposition. The women part he didn’t particularly care for, but if there was even a small chance he could get his hands on some half-way decent booze…

He turned, looked over his shoulder, and when Miroku waggled his brows at him with that stupid grin, Inuyasha groaned and muttered, “Fuck.”

Just what the hell was he getting into?

Scotsman’s translation: 

It’s the truth, I tell ya. It must have swallowed the bloody village whole! Nary a bone, a scrap of cloth—nothing was left! Aye, quit it with that look, ya little shit. I know what you’re thinkin’. We had little choice but to call him. I can still see it—he stood in the middle of the frozen lake like he knew the beast was coming. The ice cracked wide open. And a selkiemore shot out! Oh, you’ve never seen one, but it’d take down a ship with its cavernous mouth full of devil’s teeth! Listen here. I was there. I saw it with my own—! Oh. What is that stench?