#wrongfully captured

[whumpsy-daisy]

Whumptober 2024

Whumptober 2024 No.3 Wrongfully Captured

TW: being held at gunpoint, referenced of whumper's drug use, pistol whipping.

Whumpee had his back to the door, He could feel his heart threatening to beat right out of his chest.

"Open the fucking door Whumper!"

Whumpee didn't know what Whumper did in his free time, all he knew was that everyone had a problem with it and in the last month Whumper had stopped coming to work and forced him to wear his name tag some nights. Whumpee had very little choice in the matter. Not a lot of places wanted people that didn't have experience and if he ever wanted to move out of the attic of the store he needed to work.

Whumpee had tried to explain he wasn't Whumper but the nametag situation just made him seem like a liar. He didn't know what Whumper didn't give them or what he had done to warrant two men with guns coming into the store.

"Get in the car I'll handle it."

The pounding stopped and he listened as their footsteps moved away from the door, he heard the men rummage through the store and the shoplifting alarm go off before the bell rung letting him know they'd left the store. He stayed frozen up until he heard the car drive off.

"Fuck..." Whumpee scrambled out of the break room and to the counter grabbing the phone and calling Whumper. This had gone entirely too far. He signed up to work at a gas station and yet it felt like Whumper had just shoved all his problems onto Whumpee.

Whumpee was growing impatient waiting for Whumper to pick up the phone. He knew well Whumper wasn't asleep, not this early at least

"C'mon..c'mon." He said through gritted teeth, his hands still shaking from the encounter. Whumpee could barely hear the phone ringing over his own heartbeat.

"Hey."

"Whumper?! I can't stay-

"It's Whumper leave a message, and I'll probably call ya back."

The beep played and Whumpee groaned. His stupid voice mail had gotten him many times but now of all times was the worst possible

"Whumper, I need you to come get me...please call me back...some guys they-

A crash came from the breakroom.

"You piece of shit!" Whumpee growled, dropping the phone rushing to open the door for Whumper. Whumper claimed he'd forgotten them but Whumpee knew by now he'd probably lost them. "You were here and you were gonna let them shoot me?!"

Whumpee yanked open the door, one of the men from earlier stood in the doorway. Whumpee's heart dropped. The man wasted no time slamming a crow bar into the side of his legs. Whumpee screamed, failing to catch himself he landed on his side clutching at his knee. A boot to the chest forced him on his back. Whumpee gasped, the store lights blinding him as he was forced to face the man. He bent down forcing whumpee's head into a black drawstring bag.

"You've always made things so difficult for people y'know that. This has been a long time coming." The man lifted him with ease by the collar of his shirt.

"I'm not Whumper!" Whumpee rasped into the bag, the air inside already getting hot. The man dragged him across the store. He yelped trying again to speak but he was cut off by a monotone voice

"Whumper we're not gonna keep playing this game of cat and mouse you need to give Carewhumper his money back." The man's tone was just as scary as the situation. He was talking right now as if he wasn't trying to shoot him not even fifteen minutes ago.

"I'm not Whumper....he's not here I don't know where he is." Whumpee pleaded. He heard the man above him sigh. The collar of his shirt was yanked upwards bringing him onto his knees. Something metal slammed against his head and stayed pressed there. He didn't need to see it to know it was a gun.

"I'm not Whumper!" He screamed, tears welling up in his eyes. The inside of the bag was growing warmer his breathing alone being the main source. He couldn't take a normal breath, he struggling to keep it under control.

"You're still wearing your name tag you fucking junkie. You don't get to start over with your life until you give Carewhumper his money." The man punctuated every word with the barrel of the gun hitting it against Whumpee's head. A strangled whimper left him as the man grabbed his throat.

"Do you have the money?"

Whumpee had no money to give anyone he was barely taking care of himself on the daily. He knew what little he had couldn't possibly be enough. Whumper had tricked him into paying out his debt.

"I-In the register" He sputtered, the man shoved him back on the ground. Whumpee landed on his back but before he could try to get up he felt a pair of his flip him onto his hands and knees.

"Don't move."

Whumpee's face grew warmer from his own ragged breathing and the tears spilling over into the bag. His heartbeat was in his ears as he struggled to listen for the sound of the cash resister. He heard the quiet ding.

"You must think this is a joke."

"I'm not Whumper!" He sobbed as he felt a pair of rough hands grab him dragging him out of the store now.

"Please! I don't have any money! Everything I have is in the register!" He sobbed, the rocks of the asphalt dug into his knees as he was forced onto them again. Cold metal came down swiftly, he reached his hands up hoping to make it stop only to have them slapped away.Whumpee tried again and was met with another hit, and another and another before his collar was turned loose. Without anyone holding him up he fell backwards unable to do anything to keep his balance. His head crashed into the ground. Whumpee whined, the bag getting more hot as he continued to cry.

"Carewhumper knows a little bit of medical stuff... we can sell a couple of your fingers....maybe a kidney?"

"Im not whumper" He choked out. "

And we're not gonna hurt you anymore." The tone was sarcastic. Whumpee was met with a swift kick to the stomach and a pair of hand yanking his arms behind his back, duct taping his wrists behind his back before getting his ankles and knees together.

"Let's see what Carewhumper wants to do with him."

Another pair of hands grab onto him shoving him down into the trunk of the car. They pull off the bag revealing Whumpee's bloodied face. Whumpee stares at the two men above him. His vision too blurry to make out any details of the men. The trunk top slams shut.

[everwalldigan]

(Dick coming to collect Jason after he’s been “wrongfully” captured by the justice league while Batman is off world:)

Dick: Listen, Hood might be a criminal, but he’s one of Gotham’s. And he’s my brother.

JL: he killed 80 people in two days.

Dick: …he’s adopted?

Jason, glaring while bound to a chair: SO ARE YOU???

[chuluoyi]

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍

- sylus x reader

when your husband went away without so much as a proper notice, you thought you wouldn't forgive him so easily. but he tries everything to capture your heart back: spoiling and indulging you… little do you know that he expects a reward in return

genre/warnings: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact!—rotten fluff, domestic bliss, explicit smut, cunnilingus, fingering, mating press, taking elements from sylus' card night of secrecy, secret times approaching dusk and spoilers! from myth beyond cloudfall

note: my first sylus x mc fic! with this i'm spreading the soft!sylus agenda and that spicy 4-star approaching dusk has destroyed me :') loosely based on this post

Sometimes, you do wonder... does Sylus really think you're that easy to placate?

On one chilly morning, you woke up only to discover your hunk of a husband gone... and in his side of the bed, a sticky note.

Your eyebrow twitched as you read the audacious message scrawled on it:

Hey, kitten. I need to leave for a few days. There are things I have to handle on my own. Take care of yourself while I’m away. I’ll come back soon.

That was it. No clear explanation, no further details. Just those vague words in such short notice. The day before, he’d seemed like his usual self, not a hint of this sudden departure in sight.

It irked you. It made your heart clench at the same time. Because even after marrying you, Sylus remained elusive, playing his cryptic games. It was beyond you how he didn't even stop to consider how you were left worrying about him while he drifted in and out of his dangerous world without a second thought.

You understood the reality of your lives—that you were a hunter and he was the Onychinus leader, and that to be with him meant you had to walk that fine gray line between light and dark.

And you'd already made your choice. You had accepted it—accepted him—wholly. Even when your marriage had been a rushed affair and registered under false names to protect both your identities.

Things couldn't go on like this. You had to teach him a lesson too.

As your irritation simmered into determination, a devious plan began to take shape in your mind—a way to spite him just enough to make your point crystal clear.

Two days later

Sylus was done with his dirty business faster than he thought, and to appease you, he had come bearing gifts.

The precious little thing that is now his wife, of course he missed you too. But your safety was a price he wasn’t willing to gamble. If going away to take care of those pests meant your peace would be unperturbed, then he would leave without hesitation.

However, as he stepped inside the base, his relief quickly turned to unease. The space was eerily empty, the usual hum of activity conspicuously absent.

Normally, you’d be at the center of some commotion, locked in a spat with either Mephisto, or Luke and Kieran. But now—

“What do we do?! She’s gone!”

Sylus immediately rushed to the source of the ruckus, thinking something bad had happened to you. He found his henchmen standing in a tight, anxious circle around the coffee table.

“What happened?” he demanded.

Without a word, they stepped aside, revealing the object of their concern: a single note lying on the table.

He snatched it up, scanning the words. Then, he let out a sharp exhale of relief, a smirk began tugging at the corners of his lips.

Catch me if you can.

Typical. Absolutely typical. And maddeningly you.

. . .

That night, you had a very strange dream, it felt almost felt like stepping into the pages of an ancient tale.

You were a fallen princess wrongfully accused as a sorceress, who began consorting with the fearsome fiend from the Abyss.

The sorceress and her dragon. Together, you were an infamous pair, a dark legend whispered across generations. Your union had ignited Doomsday itself... and yet, amidst the turmoil and destruction, the sorceress fell in love with the dragon... deeply and irrevocably.

The dragon, in turn, was utterly bewitched by his little witch. He indulged your every whim, no matter how mischievous or perilous, and though he rarely spoke of his true feelings, he always found ways to show his affection.

The lucid dream felt as though it might go on forever, but you were pulled from it by the soft brush of lips against your forehead. The warmth lingered, blurring the lines between dream and reality, until your eyes fluttered open.

“Sylus...?” His features, fresh from your dream, now materialized in your reality. It took you a few seconds to realize that he had come here—

“Morning, sweetie.” His voice was rich and smooth, with that familiar, mischievous edge. A smirk curled on his devilishly handsome face as he leaned in, garnet eyes gleaming with playful intent. “Caught you now, hmm?”

The haze of sleep vanished in an instant, and you were suddenly wide awake. In a flurry, you shoved him away and turned your back on him, trying to regain some semblance of control.

You’d left the N109 Zone for one of his safehouses in suburban Chansia City, thinking it would take him some effort to track you down. Clearly, you’d underestimated him.

“Oh. The kitten is in a bad mood, it seems.” Sylus’ gaze lingered on you, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Well, what do I owe the ire for?”

“...”

“Silent treatment, huh? The lady of the house is getting better at our little games while I was away.”

“...”

“Remember, sweetie, there’s no divorce in our relationship, hmm? If you’re tired of me, keep taking naps.”

You felt the weight shift as he rose from the bed and stalked away. The door clicked shut, leaving you in the silence of the room.

You wanted to resent him for coming and going on his terms, for never offering even an apology. Yet, no matter how much you tried, a part of you remained hopelessly tethered to him. The part that couldn’t ignore the reminder of the dragon from your dream—captivating, powerful, and infuriatingly hard to resist.

You love him, really you do.

. . .

When you didn’t come down for breakfast some time later, Sylus barged into the room once again, and this time he came up with a different approach.

“My lady,” he began, his voice sickeningly low and sweet, but his eyes gleamed with a touch of mischief. “You haven’t had breakfast yet. Please come down.”

You shot him a look, unamused, and decided to play his game as you crossed your arms together. “What if I don't want to?”

His smirk only grew, his tone dripping with mock formality. “And what must I do to change your mind?”

Despite yourself, you couldn’t help but notice his persistence. He had chased you here, given you more time to sleep in, and now stood before you to get you to eat. You felt your resolve beginning to soften—maybe just a little.

“Carry me there,” you said with a hint of defiance, lifting your chin high, daring him to follow through.

Sylus tilted his head, failing to restrain his snort. “As you wish, my lady.”

He placed his arms around you effortlessly, one hand beneath your knees and the other supporting your back, lifting you into a flawless princess carry. You instinctively put your arms around his neck, and he turned to you.

You opened your mouth, ready to fire off a sharp retort, but before you could, he dived in—

Smooch!

—and planted a bold, wet kiss on your lips. You, wide-eyed, punched his chest in retaliation. “Sylus!”

He chuckled, entirely unfazed. “Careful now, sweetie. Wiggle too much, and you’ll fall.”

He carried you downstairs, effortlessly navigating each step with you still in his arms. Once there, he gently set you down onto the dining chair, and that was when you noticed the table.

Salad, slightly burnt toast, scrambled eggs, milk—simple dishes by all means, but the thought the big, bad Sylus making them?

Wait. When you arrived last night, this place was a dusty shell, and the refrigerator had practically nothing—

“You cleaned the place?” you asked, your tone laced with surprise as your turned from the spotless room to him.

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Why is that so surprising? I can cook and clean just like everyone else.”

It sent a wave of warmth through your chest. He’d prepared food and cleaned the place knowing you’d be hungry and uncomfortable with dust all around.

You huffed, trying to hide how your heart fluttered. “No, your cooking skills are questionable at best.”

As if to prove you wrong, Sylus disappeared into the pantry and reemerged with a tray of warm, freshly baked dough that filled the room with a heavenly aroma.

“You are... baking?” You approached him, mystified at the sight of your husband, who usually at the scene of crime, behind the counter and started frosting the cupcakes.

He set the frosting bag down and picked up a cupcake, holding it to your lips with a teasing smile. “Here. Open up.”

Dutifully, you nibbled on the cupcake, and the sweetness immediately spread into your mouth. “It's tasty,” you mumbled, blinking at him. His eyes crinkled with satisfaction as he gestured toward the tray.

“Go have some more.”

Grinning, you grabbed another cupcake and eagerly took a bite. Munching away, you missed how Sylus’ gaze softened, his bright red eyes focused solely on you.

He couldn't resist pinching your full cheeks at that moment.

“Sy-wus!” you protested, glaring at him. His laughter broke free that instant, warm and unrestrained.

Utterly funny, utterly precious—that’s what you were to him.

Indignant, you scooped up some icing from the cupcake and smeared it right across his face. The stunned look he gave you was priceless, and before he could react, you burst into a fit of giggles and bolted out of the kitchen.

But as you reached the base of the stairs, a strong arm caught your waist from behind, halting your escape. You squealed in surprise, “Noooo!”

Sylus leaned closer and pressed you to his chest, his voice rumbling in your ear. “Ha. Did you really think you could get away that easily?”

He lifted you up with one arm and brought you back to the kitchen, setting you down on the counter and trapping you in place with his arms braced on either side. His eyes sparkled with mirth as he leaned in, and with a grin, he bumped his frosting-smeared nose against yours, leaving a sticky smudge.

“This is unfair!” you protested, still caught in a fit of giggles as you looped your arms around his neck for balance. Sylus chuckled along with you, his gaze steady and warm, never leaving yours.

Being with Sylus in the kitchen like this, savoring simple meals and smearing each other with frosting, it made you realize that you craved this domestic bliss more than you thought.

As the laughter subsided and you both settled into the quiet, your expression softened, all your previous grievances forgotten. The tenderness in your eyes said everything you didn’t need words for, and Sylus could see it clearly—you adored him, just as much as he adored you.

The one who gazed into his jewel-like eyes, embraced his burning soul and sang to him in the night wind... is once again in his arms. A part of him was almost sentimental at the thought.

Instinctively, he closed the distance between you, his lips hovering just a breath away from yours. But as they were about to meet, he paused, as if hesitating, leaving you puzzled.

Then, without a second thought—

To hell with it.

You chose to abandon all senses. You seized the moment—yanking him to you and capturing his lips, claiming him for yourself.

“…!” Suck, suck, bite, suck— You were relentless, and you didn't really know why. At first, even he was taken aback, but then his hand slipped behind your head, fingers threading through your hair as he deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours in an intoxicating rhythm.

“Mmm...” You sneakily began to undo the buttons of his shirt one by one, your fingertips grazing his warm skin with each deliberate motion. Feeling it, Sylus broke the kiss just enough to smirk, his voice husky. “Getting bold, aren’t we?”

But before you could respond, his hands trailed down your sides, firmly pulling you closer, leaving no space between the two of you. His gaze burned with desire, as if daring you to keep going.

Then, without warning, his lips began their descent, grazing your jaw softly before trailing down to your neck and chest, leaving a trail of warmth and shivers across your skin. The feeling was intoxicating, even as his hair tickled you, making it hard to focus on anything but him.

“Ahh,” you couldn’t help but sigh, pressing him closer.

His lips left wet marks on your neck, and he whispered, “Now tell me... what made you so upset that you left home?”

When you didn't answer right away, one of his hand slid beneath your blouse, unhooking your bra and grazed your skin—

“You... keep coming and going as you please...” you stammered, feeling him begin to cup and squeeze your breasts, your breath growing erratic.

Sylus bit down on the skin at the nape of your neck, and you almost gasped.

“It's almost as if— Mmm—” The way he fondled your chest made the space between your legs grow warmer. “—you wouldn’t... miss m-me at all...”

How untrue. He stopped his ministrations, and the steel behind those eyes you loved so much met your gaze once again.

His wife was a mess of sweat already. He swiftly hooked your thighs around his waist and claimed your lips once more. With effortless movement, Sylus guided you to the long recliner in the room, laying you down there, still lost in the heat of the kiss. His hand intertwined with yours, pinning you to the soft surface.

“So...” he rasped, breathless against your lips, “You’re upset that I didn't miss you when I was away...”

His other hand worked to unzip your skirt. “But don’t you know? I... was worried about my wife getting into trouble when I wasn’t with her too... That’s why I was in a hurry to go home...”

Sylus pulled away, both of you panting for air, and he took a moment to savor the sight of your glazed eyes.

“But then I couldn't find her anywhere.” His voice was low and taunting, trailing his fingers on your belly. “I made it back as soon as I could, just like I told you and you are the one who misbehaved... Don’t you think I deserve something as a compensation?”

It took you three solid seconds to realize that the lower half of your body was now exposed. Your husband parted your legs and settled his face between them, pressing a kiss on your knee.

“So I believe at the very least... I deserve this.”

He dived straight for your clit then and you let out a loud gasp.

“Ngh! Aaah...!” You let out incoherent moans as he devoured your folds, lost in the cloudy haze of pleasure. It didn’t take long to unravel you at all.

“Mmnh—!” Your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head. Ticklish, hot, wet— all in all, it felt like a sin, but you just had to get this heavenly taste. “…a-ah!”

Sylus felt how you were this close to get your orgasm, so he moved faster, licking and sucking your clit, while adding a couple of fingers to bring you to the peak faster. You unconsciously moved your hips against his face— too far gone to be thinking anything else, grasping the leather of the sofa and pulling his hair—

“Ahh— S-Sylus!” And then you came hard, screaming his name, feeling how much it was— were you squirting?

You didn't know, didn't care either, as it was the sight of his ruby eyes that grounded you. You were spent, spread on the sofa (most probably ruined it, even), your chest heaving to catch your breath.

Sylus let out a low rumble as he wiped your juices off his lips with a thumb and tasted it, looking so sinfully sexy like a forbidden fruit while at it.

“You said... I wouldn't miss you.” He traced one finger on your face with such tenderness. “Now, I'm going to show you, and you'll be judge of it. Are you sure you don't want me to stop?”

If you said no, he would comply. That was the kind of person he was and you knew it. Sylus had always looked out for you since the very beginning, no matter how nonchalant he made himself to be.

“No.” You met his eyes, your voice steady. “Show me.”

It was the only affirmation he needed. He began unbuckling his belt and pants, keeping his unclouded gaze on yours, and soon he too was bare before you.

He was thick and long, and while you had taken him many times, it was never fully easy to ease the intrusion. His tip was already slick with precum, and he spread it along his length.

“You know the rule,” he murmured with a meaningful smile. “If it becomes too much, you scream, and I'll stop.”

He positioned himself at your entrance, sliding in slowly. The sharpness of the stretch seeped into you bit by bit, and you couldn't help but groan.

“—!” A sharp hiss escaped you as he fully sheathed himself inside, hitting that sensitive spot. Had your eyes deceived you, or was there a slightly noticeable bulge in your belly from where he was?

Sylus seemed to notice it too, but he folded your knees, spreading you further. His gaze intense and filled with something deep, something possessive. The room seemed to narrow, your entire focus consumed by him as he settled in close.

“Eyes on me, kitten.” He gave you a smile, and with that, he started pounding you—

“Ah, hah, ahhh!” You couldn't stop moaning beneath him as he thrusted into you. The feeling of him so deep inside, coupled with the way you tightened around him, sent waves of blind pleasure through you.

Sylus’ eyes darkened, his jaw clenched as he watched you squirm under him. Your skin glistened with the heat of the moment, and the sound of your breaths, frantic and needy, filled the room. His control slipped, just a little, as he pushed deeper, his movements faster, chasing the release that quickly building within both of you.

A pretty mess, his wife is. Your face contorted in a mix of pleasure and pain as he bred you, and he swore, of everything he had gone through, this look in your face was always worth it.

“Sylus—!” you almost wailed, nails digging into his back, and he growled, knowing full-well that he was finally losing it.

Just like that he shot his cum straight to your womb, his own body shuddering, thoroughly rutting into you. You cried, tears falling from your lashes as you too reached your climax.

Full, too full... Yet you knew that you wouldn't have it another way.

. . .

It felt warm and comforting.

Your eyes fluttered open hours later, and the first thing you noticed was Sylus' sleeping face, and that you were now in the bedroom.

He looked so vulnerable like this. You couldn’t help but be drawn to how serene and unguarded he was, a side of him that only you got to see. Even in his sleep, his arms were wrapped around your waist, as if to protect you from anything that might disturb your rest.

Your lover... and then husband. He was rough around the edges, sometimes didn't make any sense at all, and often reckless enough to burn himself playing with fire.

“You sly crow…” You gazed at his profile, still in awe that this elusive man was your husband.

Sylus was easy to read sometimes, and you couldn’t help but smile at your earlier doubts about him. How could you not see just how deeply he was attached to you?

Just like the inseparable pair of dragon and sorceress in your dream, you knew you’d stay by his side until the very end.

Out of a playful surge of affection, you tapped his nose, and he grunted softly but didn’t wake, instead nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, seeking more of your warmth. It was cute, how he was so worn out that he sought comfort in your embrace.

You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead then, vowing with everything you had that you’d never let him go, and that with him by your side, you would definitely made this life you shared a happy one.

Several weeks later...

“Thank you, miss!”

The boy bowed his head with a wide grin as soon as you handed him the red pocket money for Linkon New Year. You waved at him, smiling warmly as he skipped away, clutching the envelope in his hands.

The festive occasion inspired you to pay a visit to a nearby orphanage, driven by a desire to share more of the joy and blessings. You brought small gifts and red envelopes, hoping to bring a little light to the children’s lives and make the celebration even more meaningful for them.

Of course, Sylus tagged along too. He was the benefactor, after all.

“Sir, thank you for your generosity.” The headmistress approached Sylus, who looked effortlessly sharp in his red suit, and gave his hand a shake. “The children are really happy with the cupcakes and pocket money.”

He merely chuckled and pointed at you with his chin. “Thank her, my wife is the one with the idea.”

You joined the conversation shortly after, and it didn’t take long for the topic to shift from the orphanage to your personal lives.

“So, do the two of you have plans to start a family soon?” the headmistress asked, her tone warm and curious. “Both of you are still young, and you're so good with kids. Having children of your own might bring even more joy into your lives.”

You mustered a polite laugh, the words to gracefully deflect her comment forming on your lips, when—

“Soon,” Sylus interjected smoothly, his arm slipping around your waist, pulling you closer. “Very soon, in fact.”

You blinked at him, startled by his bold declaration, while the headmistress’s face lit up with approval. You nudged him discreetly.

As soon as the headmistress went on her way, you turned to him with a frown. “Why would you tell her that?”

Your gaze met his, clear and utterly clueless. Sylus snorted, so tempted to pinch your cheeks, but settling instead for a tender pat on your head.

“You'll see soon enough, sweetie,” he replied, his tone laced with playful mystery.

Epilogue

It was the dead of night when a sudden wave of nausea overtook you. Stumbling out of bed, you rushed to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before retching up the contents of your stomach.

Your body trembled as you stood, dizziness threatening to topple you. Leaning heavily on the sink for support, you rinsed your mouth, trying to steady yourself. The effort left you shivering, your legs almost buckling beneath you.

Before you could even comprehend the blur in your vision, a pair of strong arms got a hold over you. “S-Sylus...?” you murmured faintly.

Without hesitation, he lifted you into his arms securely as he carried you back to the bedroom, his expression shadowed with concern.

As he settled you onto the bed, he held you close, pressing your face against his bare chest that peeked from his unbuttoned shirt. “Take deep breaths,” he urged softly, his voice grounding you.

You inhaled shakily, letting the familiar warmth of his scent calm your frayed nerves. Slowly, your breathing steadied, though the nausea still lingered in the back of your throat.

“Is it the first time?” he questioned, smoothing your hair. “Have you thrown up before?”

You shook your head. “No... I get dizzy spells but that's it... This is the first time.”

Nausea, dizziness, vomiting. It wasn't hard to piece together what it was. Amidst your dazed thoughts, the realization hit you, and you turned to your husband almost in wonder. “Sylus... a-am I...?”

Sylus broke into a smirk, ruffling your hair. “Told you. I know your period is late.”

Your heart skipped a beat—and it was the only thing you could hear in that moment. The thought that a baby would enter your lives left you briefly speechless.

“Yeah, at the rate we're going, it’s like we’re bunnies,” you quipped sullenly, trying to regain a sense of control as you leaned into his broad chest.

You really thought he would poke fun at you for your highly possible pregnancy, but instead you were taken aback when he pressed a fond, lingering kiss to the side of your head. His arms tightened around you, his soft chuckle reverberating through his chest.

And when you found his gaze again, his jewel-like eyes softened into such an extent that made your heart soar.

“Well, aren’t I the luckiest man— having this fair lady be the mother of my child?”

[whumporama]

A Whumpee who is thrown in a cell after a hectic event. Maybe they were arrested and thrown in front of the leader (king, queen, general, etc?), maybe they were finally captured after a long chase, maybe they were dragged away from a crime scene, wrongfully blamed for the death of their loved one. Whatever it was, it was chaos and Whumpee barely had time to take it all in.

Now, it's quiet. It's dark and they're alone. And finally, they have time to let it all sink in. They curl up in the corner, grabbing their head as it all catches up with them, and they start to sob.

[insert-witty-user-name-here]

Random Plot Points

A little about me as a writer, I love daydreaming about adventure stories. I usually know the general set up and larger plot points but oftentimes struggle with the how, how do characters get from point A to point B. 

So, I made a list of random challenges for my characters that I look at when I'm stuck.

Sharing in case helpful to others! (intended for adventure, sci-fi, fantasy stories) 

characters are delayed/blocked/experience a natural disaster (storm, fire, flood, avalanche, earthquake, epidemic, etc) (BONUS and forced to take a detour from the original path)

character(s) is trapped (quick sand, fall through ice, in room filling with poison, on sinking ship, in a trash compactor on the Death Star, etc) (BONUS- fall into hidden room and discover something) 

characters go to a festival/ball/party/political summit (where inevitably it all goes wrong)

character(s) overhears a secret (at bar, at party, from a whispered conversation below them in a stairway, etc) 

characters are attacked by an animal or mysterious force 

characters(s) caught in a mob/riot

character wins/loses something in a bet

character is brainwashed or possessed 

character is stranded/lost

character is poisoned 

character succumbs to injury or illness 

characters are chased/ attacked by antagonists 

character is captured or arrested (and needs to be rescued)

character is kidnapped and kidnappers make a demand for their release (financial ransom, exchange of information, prisoner exchange, etc) 

character(s) go undercover to retrieve information

characters decide to steal something they need for their quest (weapon, magical object, money, information, etc). (BONUS- time for a well-planned heist!) 

characters need to protect/ retrieve/ destroy something 

characters uncover a network of spies (up to you if they're unexpected allies or antagonists)  

characters discover hidden passageway, room, ruins etc that leads to an important clue

characters forced to hide from someone/something

characters need to escape 

characters lured into trap set by villain (BONUS if the villain doesn't even care who wins but only goaded them to learn how a magical object works, the extent of heroes powers, emergency response system of a government, etc) 

characters set trap for villain (BONUS- use someone or something important as bait) (if in Act 2, they fail) 

characters reveal critical information to villain in disguise 

a character is mistaken for someone else (and then is wrongfully arrested, receives information not intended for them, etc) 

characters receive help (hitch a ride, get help hiding from captors, get help escaping somewhere, etc) from an unlikely new ally 

characters forced to team up with an unlikely ally/ morally grey character, etc

characters learn something from simple library research (an oldie but a goodie)

characters just literally just stumble upon or witness something important (secret weapon, secret society etc) 

characters uncover a secret map/ coded message on the back of an old unassuming document (time for a classic treasure hunt!) 

someone escapes from prison (an old villain or an old ally) that changes the quest 

someone is being blackmailed (or otherwise forced to act against the protagonists)

someone is discredited (rumor, disinformation campaign etc) 

something stolen from your characters 

something (document, magical object, money) turns out to be fake

OR, something unassuming turns out to have special powers or meaning  

something is hacked (defense system, infrastructure, bank, private records, etc)

something critical is attacked (important bridge, port, bank/ financial system, safehouse, capitol building, character's familial home, etc.)

a computer virus is unleashed 

a biological weapon is unleashed 

a piece of information the characters believed was true, is false 

an ancient myth turns out to be true 

a secret is made public 

A law is changed or a vote on a critical piece of legislation loses/wins 

a political opponent wins an election/ a political ally loses an election 

character(s) help a passerby (from raiders, local tyrant, beast, mystical force, etc) 

characters "follow the money" and realize someone who was thought to be their ally is actually working for... (crime syndicate, villain, local tyrant etc) 

[neighbourscat]

౨౿ nicholas chavez who visits his black!girlfriend at abbott elementary — he’s startled by the documentary crew, almost dropping the box of rainbow-sprinkled donuts and container of chocolate-chip cookies he’d brought for your kindergarten students; today was move-up day and you asked him if he could use a few hours of his day-off and drop off their treats to congratulate. after he’s given an ‘abbott elementary visitors badge’, he’s dragged through the bustling hallways — walls decorated in brilliant hand-made drawings and banners, the noisy chatter of students, and the hustle of teachers — and into an empty classroom for a confessional; “wha .. what am i suppose to say here?” nicholas asked, adjusting the box of donuts and container of cookies . .. . he blinked into the camera lens, the grin on his face crooked, sheepish, and the look in his eyes that of a scared child.

౨౿ nicholas chavez who spots your classroom, room 220, and hurried toward it — the camera crew and principal ava coleman, heels clicking loudly, behind him — the sound of young laughter, meaningless conversations, and chairs scraping the floor growing louder. the door was slightly ajar, and through the small opening, he could see you — ms. y/l/n to the young humans — standing at the front of room, talking animatedly to your class of kindergartners. your smile lit up the space, and your long, knotless braids swung as you gestured toward the main entrance and exit.

nicholas smiled to himself, watching you in your element. this was the side of you he admired so much — the way you commanded the room full of children, the warmth you exuded when you taught or played around. he gripped the doorknob and- “me personally . .. . i would’ve just walked with me to the gymnasium.” his brown eyes found the camera lens again, letting the crew capture his frustrated expression. “look, there’s still time before those goblins actually start lining up -“ ava pleaded, “i’m telling you - you and i leave now, we can still make brunch at reno’s.”

nicholas stared at the crew again, begging them to do ‘something’, and then down at ava. “who watches these .. things?” he asked the principal, releasing the doorknob — he turned his body to face her fully, showing her that she had his attention .. ava smirked, proud and knowing, flipping back the cascade of jet-black hair that fell effortlessly around her shoulders. “all of america. why? scared to be seen with a woman this attractive?” she finished with a cheeky giggle, brows wiggling while looking into the camera — the confusion on his face has yet to fade. ava: “if you’re worried about being wrongfully perceived, don’t. your face is pretty, your body is tight - if your personality is bleep, the ladies at home won’t care. that’s how it is.” her hands gripped her hips, “you can be the bleep bleep person on the planet, but guess what? if you’re hot, you get screentime.”

just in time, your classroom door swung open — nicholas, relieved, nearly jumped out of his skin. at the sight of jabrieah, your line-leader, peeking out of the door, ava quickly turned on her heels and rushed down the hall and turned the corner in a hurry — the camera angling in on her as she descended.

your kindergartners’ were in their graduation gowns; a vibrant shade of blue, charming and whimsical, and designed to celebrate the joyous milestone of young learners. their gowns were adorned with cheerful motifs, such as stars, balloons, and playful animals, which represented the joy and wonder of early education —

— “donuts! cookies!” malachi; the second in line, cheered, alerting you and the other children. gio; the teacher-helper and aiden; the caboose ripped themselves from your hands and pushed through most of the line to reach nicholas first. and when your boyfriend met your disappointed glare .. his shoulders dropped and he seemed to shrink into himself.

﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ

“okay, so, i asked nicholas - my boyfriend - if he could pick up my special order from lulu’s; the best pastry spot in philly, and swing by after the graduation. two nights ago, nic and i thought it would be cute to - to give them something else to look forward to after their ceremony,” you spoke into the camera, warm and bubbly — emphasis on ‘after’. “he’s just an hour early,” you continued, smile slowly falling, “which .. which isn’t so bad, necessarily, but .. y’know .. i had a surprise set in place for my kids. so . .. .” you blinked away and then back at the camera, tongue poking the inside of your cheek.

౨౿ nicholas chavez who helps mr. johnson, gregory eddie, janine teagues, and jacob hill stack the parent chairs away and against the gymnasium walls — making room for the fun festivities. the main camera was zoned in on ava; fixing her patterned blouse ( revealing more of her cleavage ) and watching the muscles in nicholas’ large arms flex and spasm. “that young man is spoken for ava.” barbara howard came into view. “this is your sixth reminder ..” the camera shifted up at barbara and then back to ava as she asked, without hesitation or much care; “be honest. completely. who looks better? me or y/n?”

barbara sighed deeply and gave her a gentle tap on the forearm. “come. come,” she urged kindly. “this way. come help me and melissa with the cotton candy machine.”

౨౿ nicholas chavez who watches tariq temple — like he’s headlining coachella, tariq’s wearing a gold chain that probably has a cartoon character on it, sunglasses indoors, and a loud glittering jacket with “kiddie class of swag” embroidered on the back — abbott elementary’s very own rapper, perform and jump around the gymnasium stage .. with an unsure look on his face. he wasn’t sure if he should move his body or remain still, for the message tariq had been spewing into the microphone was .. highly inappropriate for elementary school students; so wrong, yet undoubtedly catchy.

you, on the other-hand, had been loving it — rocking side to side with the thumping beat. the just-graduated children were dancing with their friends, the big-kids, and parents, tariq’s raps going into one ear and right out of the other.

“y’all, for real — remember when y’all couldn’t even color in the lines? look at you now! first grade's ‘bouta be a breeze .. except maybe the bleep math! yo, don’t let ‘em trip you up with that new bleep-bleep math. trust me, that bleep is’a damn scam!”

the camera zoomed in on you and nicholas; eyes widening in the crowd as you both winced — then, the crew quickly switched the attention to barbara and melissa schemmenti, who were in absolute disbelief, mouths opened and brows raised so high, seemingly stitched to their hairlines.

“nah yo! real talk, first grade ain’t no bleep joke. i heard they got y’all doin’ homework?! don’t be out here messin' with them trapper keepers!” janine stopped the sway of her hips, fully focused on tariq and his nonsense piece — jacob lost his smile, he and gregory too stunned, but ava .. unbothered.

﹥*:ꔫ:*+ﾟ

“ayo, congrats to all the lil’ homies!” the camera crew had met with tariq backstage after his massive performance. “i can’t believe they graduated, like . ..” tariq clutched a hand over his still-racing heart, “they grown now, like for real. been around this school so damn long, i feel like they mine . .. . y’all feel’me?” no response from the crew. “do good bleep, homies!” tariq flashed his signature grin, showing off the gold-tooth plate and giving the camera a wink before strutting out of camera-view, arms lifted like he’d just performed at a sold-out stadium.

[inubaki]

The Sea Queen

Chapter 5

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story commissioned by the amazing @libby-for-life! Based off one of the first pics @sir-tater-of-the-tot made that got me hooked on this fandom to began with. I blame them entirely.

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19 years layer

Adam stood proudly amongst his crew, the salty sea breeze whipping through his hair as they reveled in the aftermath of their latest conquest. The massive corpse of the Kraken lay sprawled across the deck of his ship, its tentacles still twitching in a feeble last gesture. This creature had proved to be as cunning as legends foretold, squirming and thrashing as it tried to evade capture. But with quick thinking and expert aim, his first mate, Lute, had plunged her harpoon into its flesh, sealing its fate with a triumphant cry that echoed over the waves.

Now, under the glow of the golden sun, the crew gathered around, their laughter ringing out like music over the gentle lapping of the ocean. They passed around tankards of rich, aged mead, its sweet aroma mingling with the briny scent of the sea. Each sip of their drink celebrated not only their victory but also the bond they shared—one forged through countless battles and nights spent under the stars, anchored far from the safety of land.

Adam surveyed the scene before him, his heart swelling with pride. Each member of his crew had their scars and stories, etched upon their skin and in their eyes—tales of bravery and hardship that had only made them stronger. He couldn’t have asked for a better team; they were fierce, loyal, and relentless, ready to face whatever menace the ocean threw at them.

"Come on, Sir!" Elara called out, her voice cutting through the salty sea air as she waved energetically from the deck. Adam couldn't help but smirk at her enthusiasm; she had a knack for making even the most mundane tasks feel exhilarating. With a few confident strides, he joined his all-female crew, each member displaying a mix of grit and camaraderie that always inspired him. 

Most captains would scoff at the idea of having a woman aboard their vessel, let alone an entirely female crew, but Adam was far from your average captain. He had handpicked these women not just for their formidable skills, but for their indomitable spirits. This was a crew forged in the fires of adversity—steeped in the kind of relentless discipline and bravado that would put even the most seasoned pirates to shame.

The crew had a reputation that preceded them. They were a fierce and ruthless bunch, capable of dispatching anyone who dared to underestimate their capabilities. Each had their own story, some even worse than Adam's. He knew that Lute was once a high-class lady whose family fell on hard times and in a desperate attempt to keep what little money her parents had left, sold their only child to prostitution. Adam had found her when she had burnt the man keeping her to death.

Elara had been a slave. Lucy had been an orphan, like Adam except there wasn't anyone to take pity on her like the islanders of Adam's former home did. Cicely was a thief who was wrongfully accused of murder and was going to be executed as a scapegoat. The list went on, some more gruesome than others, but they all found a family in each other.

Adam had navigated a winding path to justice, one that he had dedicated himself to for years. He had become a beacon of hope for those who had struggled to find their own footing in a world that often turned a blind eye to their suffering. His all-female crew, a tightly-knit group forged through shared struggles and victories, held a deep respect for him. They admired not only his courage and determination but also his unwavering commitment to helping them confront their personal battles.

As they sat together, recounting their past achievements, a common desire began to blossom among the crew members: they wanted to aid Adam in realizing his long-held dream. They knew the pain that lingered in his heart, stemming from the sea monsters that had ravaged his home and torn his life apart. Driven by loyalty, they decided to unite their skills and fierce spirits to support him in his quest to hunt down these behemoths of the deep, vowing to confront the nightmares of his past, together. This journey would not only seek vengeance but also healing, as they set sail toward a future determined by their shared resolve.

And now, they had hunted their 74th Kraken. They had slayed the beast and they reveled in the blood that soaked the deck. Adam had noticed that when the beasts were near, his bites would sting. He used that as his compass. This one wasn't the Kraken that had befriended a young and naive child so long ago. The pale monster continued to remain unseen. But, Adam wouldn't rest until the monster that had a hand in killing his people and destroying his home was dead.

Adam lifted his gaze to the horizon as a brisk wind whipped against his face, carrying with it a sense of impending change. As a seasoned pirate, he had spent years navigating the unpredictable temperament of the sea, and this current shift in the air was a familiar harbinger of trouble. He could taste the salt of the ocean mixed with something more ominous on his lips. It clung to his skin like an unwelcome warning.

Furrowing his brow, he scanned the azure sky above, seemingly uninterrupted by any clouds. The sun glimmered brightly, casting warm rays that danced across the waves. Yet, despite the deceptively tranquil appearance, a sense of unease settled in the pit of his stomach. The gentle lapping of the water against the ship's hull sounded almost mocking in the face of his instincts. After all, the ocean had a way of disguising its fury, and Adam knew all too well that storms often brewed silently, waiting for the right moment to unleash their wrath.

"Ladies, I believe we have a storm coming."

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[on-a-lucky-tide]

Oh, I just loved your latest! "But one could not put a Price down once captured, lest it scurry back to its labours."This is so cute. And how Nik immediately noticed he'd lost weight! And has multiple luxury condos. And wants to marry John. <3

Nik is low-key minted, so he absolutely has bolt holes all over the world. I headcanon his most luxurious one is in the Swiss Alps. Really remote, off grid with its solar panels and back up generators, helipad, only accessible by a single road. It's there he's taking John in the ACL fic, which creates a crisis of "shit he's gonna have to live with me in MQs in Hereford once we're hitched but this is what he's used to??" in John's head.

Captain John "I'm just a poor boy from a poor family" Price looking at the meagre salary and (wrongfully) questioning his masculinity and fitness as a man when he can't provide his partner with everything he wants/needs.

Also, yeah, why sleep on an expensive mattress when you can sleep face down on Nik's chest? No contest

[amarynthian-chronicles]

Hello, hello!

Welcome, make yourself comfortable, here are some cakes, tea and hot chocolate, and enjoy your stay. In this little pocket dimension of a blog, you will mostly find posts about our Celestial Jesters and other FNAF content, along with space-themed aesthetic, writing, some silly whimsical quotes, comfy vibes and similar.

I shall be tagging my own writing posts under "jester's privilege chronicles" (these are especially for my longer works) and "amary's chronicles" (these are especially for my shorter little scenes), to make it easier to navigate or find them. For answered asks the tags are "amary answers" and "amary speaks", to find them easily in case they get buried in reblogs. As of recent, I made the tag "amary's art" for my doodles, although I am still a beginner.

Under the cut are links to my AO3 fics and summaries of all the current stories, if you are interested!

(Additionally, I have also written a few joint AUs with the amazing @ravenwriter16 @robinette-green @lets-zofifi-stuff @amymaleneart How to Capture a Nymph's Heart: Satyr's Guide to Romance (nymph y/n and satyr dca au) and Furever Home (werewolf y/n and shepherds dca au) )

Have a lovely day and enjoy your stay!

Jester's Privilege Chronicles series:

Sound the Bells: You are a mermaid in charge of the daunting task of managing the sea and your court consists of playful twin Leviathans and an uncooperative Kraken. You also have the disadvantage of being an utter disaster at this mermaid business and you live on land in human form, having the swimming skills of a rock.

Your sea monsters are not too thrilled with you living on land, so they love to cause shipwrecks and general mayhem to get your attention. You try to place a stop to this by having them spend a month with you in the town of Celestial Bay disguised as animatronics.

Sun is thrilled to explore human technology, Moon prowls the night threatening city council members into making better legal acts to protect the sea against pollution, and Eclipse's natural protective Kraken instincts are getting a tad bit out of hand and making him the friendly neighbourhood serial killer. He loves quick solutions to complex problems.

Officer Vanessa is the only one brave enough to keep knocking on your door for some explanations. She is also in charge of a very confused police unit that really needs to get some sleep.

Extended Contract: You are a witch that fell for the oldest trick in the book by giving your name to the mischievous Fae princes of the Celestial Court. Such an inconvenience on what was supposed to be a typical office night. You are honestly not having it. They, however, do seem quite happy about having you. You decide to make a deal with the Fae King to regain your freedom. The only thing that is functional in the whole situation is your phone signal in the Fae Kingdom.

Tip the Scales: You are a charismatic defense lawyer in a constant competition with two ruthless prosecutors that do not understand your ideals about criminals deserving a second chance. You are also housemates with a certain bitter and retired judge, who has a habit of operating at night as a cloaked figure known as the Judge of the Damned, serving justice as he deems fit according to his own moral ideals. In order to solve his frequent habit of going after your clients, you two had established a game of Tip the Scales to keep a balance of which person deserves redemption and who is condemned to damnation. Things get complicated when an old friend gets wrongfully accused. You do all in your power to convince your prosecutor rivals to secretly cooperate with you and help clear his name before you lose the game.

Our Guest: You arrive at a sinister and luxurious castle with the innocent intention of checking why its mysterious residents haven't been paying any taxes or utilities for the past several centuries. Very useful excuse for a vampire hunter to have when trying to do some good old infiltrating. The three vampire lords, however, fully intend to capture and seduce you, possibly give your pretty neck a bite or two, but all of that does get a bit complicated when you are being such a tease and constantly asking them about their financial books. Will they succeed in the task of making you theirs, dear Y/N? And are they onto your little schemes?

[cookybananas]

The Aftermath - (Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker x Deceased!Reader)

author's note: Vaderkin x Deceased!Senator!Reader (yes, another angsty fic because I'm tired of the lack thereof and I'm in an angsty phase)

summary: The Former Ruler of Naboo is visited by a familiar figure

"Would you like to know more about Naboo's former glorious excellency, Queen Y/N L/N, sir?" The protocol droid spoke up, trailing behind the dark figure attempting to assist him.

"No..." The Sith Lord paused. "I have heard it before." his tone sounding defeated.

"If you have any questions or require any further assistance, I will be right here. Carry on then." The droid responded before returning to his previous position outside the temple, keeping an eye for any other visitors that might enter the mausoleum.

Outside the structure was a statue of you in your coronation dress. At age 14, you were the youngest Queen the Naboolians had elected. You were considered a beacon of hope and prosperity to the people of Naboo during the Clone Wars and your reign. The mausoleum was built just shortly after your untimely death that occurred over five years ago.

The rainy night, had a cold breeze that blew through the dark lord's heavy black cape as he made his way inside the structure.

The dark lord took his time, slowly walking through the large structure, admiring every little detail along the way. It was as if it was his first time here, but it wasn't, he wanted to soak up every moment that reminded him of you at any given chance. Sound of the rain, his heavy footsteps, and his mechanical breathing accompanied the atmosphere.

Tall pillars held the inside of the structure where your tomb was. There were dark red curtains draped from the high ceilings that were neatly tied to the pillars with a gold sash. At the base of pillars, were large pots of the Naboo native (and your favorite flower): the red millaflower.

There were numerous amounts of your personal belongings exhibited in enclosed, locked display cases. These items ranged from the gowns and jewelry you wore, to the beauty items you had used daily, and to the items that were personally gifted to you to preserve them.

The Sith Lord sighed to himself, looking down at his gloved hands. If he were to close his eyes and rest his head against the glass of your personal belongings, he can faintly remember the memories of you attached to the item.

It had only been five years since your passing. Five years since he had wrongfully killed you in an act of desperation. He should have listened to you in that moment and time, but fear drove him off the edge. He wanted, needed to save you. The nightmares of you dying haunted him at the time and needed a way to resolve them quickly.

He strongly believed that if he turned to the dark side, he would be able to learn the power to heal you from any sickness, even death itself.

But he was wrong. He force choked you, depriving you of oxygen as a way to get you to listen to him, but killed you in the process.

"Anakin...I wanted was you...your love." you whispered out to him, before fluttering your eyes shut, slipping into an eternal slumber in his arms.

Your words echoed in the back of his mind as he remembered the painful memory. Soon after, he had become this revering machine that everyone feared, a monster, a dark lord.

A glint of an object out of the corner of his eye captured his attention. The Sith Lord made his way over to the display case that had a light shining down on the japor snippet that was neatly displayed on a velvet pillow. The very japor snippet he had made for you many moons ago.

He gifted it to you when he was just 9 and you were 14, right before he left for his Jedi training. He gifted it to you as a token of fortune and in hopes for you to remember him if your paths were to ever diverge.

There were moments where he would catch you wearing the necklace when he came over to your apartment after a long mission. At times, he couldn't help but tease you about it in private, but also feel proud of himself, as it meant that you were all his and only his.

Anakin stared at the gift he had given you all those years ago, wishing he could turn back time and be that little boy who was smitten for you. But he couldn't, the damage was already done.

He soon found his way over to your tomb. The Sith Lord used the force to brush off the fallen debris and dust that had coated the top of your sarcophagus. Incased in duracrete, the tomb was engraved in aurebesh that stated:

"Here Lies

Her Royal Highness

Queen Y/N L/N of Naboo

Beloved Queen, Senator, and Fighter for the People of Naboo."

Thunder rumbled in the distance. A flash of lightning flashed through the glass stained artwork of you that was just a couple of feet from your tomb.

With a hiss, Vader, Anakin took off his helmet. He looked up at the glass artwork of you in your red, royal gown and styled headdress. He remembered you had wore face paint and would often switch positions with your handmaidens to keep your identity and yourself protected from any assassination attempts.

Anakin choked out a sob, falling to his knees in the process. Feeling overwhelmed at the waves of emotions he felt at the situation. He tried to steady his breathing, as he grasped the edge of your sarcophagus to keep himself stable.

"I'm so sorry my angel...for all of it. Forgive me, alas.." Anakin choked out. Hoping that if you were a ghost or a spirit just somewhere in the room, hearing his cries, but you weren't.

You didn't possess any force abilities, you were just a human that was a Royal Member of Naboo Royal Family and leader to your people. You couldn't pass over to the next life and be seen by force-sensitive individuals, simply because you weren't one.

Anakin stayed there, quietly sobbing to himself. He had wished he listened to you and his old master, but didn't. This was one of the dire consequences that he had cause himself and most importantly, affected you.

But alas, the trail of blood Vader leaves continues. He had a new master to follow orders, an empire to rule. But deep down, he seeks retribution on your behalf and for his sake towards the Emperor.

[accidentwithapen]

Hiii!!! GIGS in Space AU Once Again on my mind so heres a quick plot rundown allll put in one post

If you read through this all i love you <3

If not, have this grian doodle anyways

So Grian, Scar, Impulse, and Skizz are all prisoners in this like,,, dystopian space society. All are imprisoned for different reasons:

- Grian is a vandalist, doing graffiti and setting minor explosions around different government/company sites. When arrested and asked why he does what he does, he claims "it's about the principal"

- Impulse worked as a mechanic for a major company, but an incident resulting in a death and 3 injuries gets wrongfully pinned on him. He still believes that all circumstances surrounding his arrest are just one big misunderstanding. The company, however, doesnt care.

- Skizz is a hacker, and good at it too. He logs into the system of the same company Impulse worked for, and subsequently gets caught red-handed.

- Nobody knows why Scar is arrested. There are many rumors spread around the prison wing that he and Grian are in that Scar is Secretly A Mob Boss for the Con Corp. family. But surely someone so clumsy and silly cant possibly be so powerful, right? thats what Grian thinks, anyways.

So these doofuses have two options.

1. they can serve their sentence rotting in a shitty space prison with Nothing To Do and being forced into manual labor

2. they can get out slightly earlier after enough time spent doing Community Service

They go for the second one, which Happens to be gathering extraterrestrial data for Impulse's old Company (i need a name for it dear god its ridiculous at this point). So after all independently choosing the community service option, they get grouped into a squad of the four of them and get sent out to different semi-abandoned planets to hunt monsters/ghosts/aliens and collect data. What they eventually figure out is that the reason they are given so much freedom with their community service is that they are not intended to survive. They devise an escape plan and on their third mission together, they successfully escape together.

Its important to note that Scar and Grian came from the same cell block, so Grian decides to tell Skizz and Impulse about the mob boss rumors (as a prank, of course), and warns them that Scar Doesn't Like Swearing. basically scaring everyone into facing these cosmic horrors with a PG attitude

So the GIGS escape with a real shitty spacecraft and are on the run from the government (theres no way they're gonna succeed like this) up until they get captured. but not by the government.

They get captured by morally gray, filthy rich, weapons manufacturer Doc. (or his hitman at least, one Geminitay)

Doc explains to the GIGS that he has paid all of their bail fees, and now they must work off their debt to him. as delivery boys.

Doc enlists Gem to look after the GIGS during their deliveries. Gem Does Not Like This but shes not gonna say no to her boss.

Basically the rest of it is a silly stupid sci fi sitcom about funny found family doing goofy delivery missions and learning more about each other along the way.

Oh, and remember those rumors about Scar? Theyre all true. And there are Consequences for his absence in the family....

Heres some extra little character notes:

- While Impulse believes his arrest was a genuine mistake at first, during their second bout of community service, he and skizz discover how little the company actually cares about its employees and Impulse gets real mad that his entire livelihood is a lie and goes ham and wrecks some shit (good for him)

- Gem was taken in by Doc at a very young age, with life-threatening injuries. Doc used his experience with mad sciencery to fix her up with whatever he had on hand, mostly animal parts. now shes a hybrid.

- Gem sees Doc as a father figure, but has No Clue how to express that so from her perspective shes just Really Loyal to her boss and doing nothing more than paying off a life debt.

- Grian has a mycelium infection running up his arm that he keeps secret from everyone else. the first in the group to find out about it is Gem

- Scar uses mobility aids of many varieties, but mostly uses a cane with robotic leg splints on missions

Anyways thats all for now, if you wanna see some more doodles and stuff you can look around my gigs in space tag!!

[empressgeekt]

Okay hear me out, what would a FoF and Caught In The Middle AU mashup look like combined with Branch getting captured (Crystal Knight)? I’d imagine a lot of arguing between the inside and outside of the bottle 😂

Oh boy, strap in for the chaos people!

Alright according to my previous au posts, by the time that Clay got the letter Branch was already kidnapped and joined Floyd in the bottle. Meaning that when Clay travels to mount rageous with the others puttputts in his team, he's greeted by Floyd and a weirdly armored troll. Branch is impressed with Clay's team's efficiency, however he doesn't enjoy Clay constantly trying to reassure him like he's a child, nor the fact that his middle brother ignores any summery of the situation he gives. Floyd tries to act as peacemaker, but Branch is picking fights and winning them. Once back at the puttputt course, he tries to spell out that he knows exactly where the other pop trolls are and how to find them, and that the PFH isn't their only option to get out of the diamond, but NO one listens! Viva's too paranoid, Clay keeps talking down to him, and Floyd is trying to calm him down, despite being rightfully frustrated. So, Clay and Viva go off to search for John, stumbling onto Bruce and the other pop trolls along to way, despite Branch's pleads to check the forests north of bergentown.

Meanwhile, Poppy is putting on a brave face for Keith, and is in Bergentown for a Wedding planning meeting with Bridget. Since Branch's kidnapping, Smidge as the SIC was temporarily put in charge of the guard and she upped the security around Poppy and Keith since the incident, meaning the bounty hunters (plus Tresillo despite not being fully cleared for active duty due to his freshly mended injuries), have been following the queen and trolling almost everywhere for their protection. So, while discussing seating set up around the troll tree for the ceremony, a leash of blonde curls latches onto Poppy suddenly and yanks her away from her guards and trolling. Viva isn't paying attention to Poppy's screaming and trashing and demands to be let go, she's running on a mission. She will save her sister. Clay is right with her, while John and Bruce are concerned about the group of trolls they just left to die...What they aren't expecting is a group of armored trolls to surround them.

Tresillo takes an arrow shot at Viva, forcing her to let go of Poppy, and Clay tries to grab her in turn, certainly he has to protect Viva's sister from these crazed trolls. Poppy however is not having it, Barb has been teaching her some wrestling as part of a cultural exchange (she's teaching the Rock queen baking), and she has been taking her bow with her everywhere since Branch was kidnapped. She quickly had Clay pinned to the ground, with a drawn shot pointing right at his face.

"Alright! No one move! Listen I don't know who you trolls are, but you are risking several peace treaty violations and crimes against the pop tribe crown, so you better have a good excuse for all this!" - Poppy.

John and Bruce are shocked into silence, clearly the queen is not pleased with the impulsive actions of their brother, nor of her sister. Clay has and Arrow in his face, he's not doing anything. Viva starts to panic ramble, after all her baby sister is in a town of bergens! they need to get out of there. However, Poppy doesn't remember her, and that only sends her into a harder spiral, causing her to flee, with one of the K-pop trolls drugging her with a blow dart before she gets off the roof. Poppy gives the order to arrest the group, and the brother's are too scared to object. While being tied up, Keith is brought onto the roof, and all three of them recognize the leaf vest the trolling was wearing. The Vest along with the fact that Keith's hair and eye color match that of baby branch, leads to Clay, Bruce and John wrongfully believing the trolling is Branch's son.

While in custody...

Clay: Branch wanted me to go north of bergentown, he said there was a village, I didn't realize why he was so insistent...

John: If you knew there was a village why didn't you try to find it!

Clay: He didn't mention either of you being there! It would've been a waste of time!

John: Waste of time?! Branch's son was there, his family was there! That poor trolling have been missing his dad for who knows how long!

Clay: Well he didn't mention a kid!

Bruce: Branch was probably trying to protect him.

Clay: Protect him from what? us!? His family?!

Bruce: Well, we kind of nearly kidnapped his mom right in front of him after likely losing his dad...

JOhn: ....right....

Viva: *still drugged*

Poppy makes sure Keith is okay, and everything with Bridget is settled before going to check on her prisoners. She wants answers for obvious reasons. These trolls put her people in a compromising position, she knows Bridget and Gristle are trust worthy, but peace treaties have gotten a lot more complicated since the introduction of the other tribes and now more then ever keeping trouble form happening. Viva's still a little out of it, but she is coherent. Poppy initially wants to be in denial, but after everything that happened with the world tour, she's just tired of her father keeping secrets. As much as she wants to have a happy family reunion with her long lost sister, she needs an explanation for their actions. John goes into a speech about the whole situation and Poppy is fully invested the moment Branch is brought up, though she does correct them when they ask when their wedding was.

Poppy calls in the Funk trolls for help, she's not taking a risk when it comes to Branch, knowing that they would have a way to cut diamonds. She, Keith along with Wani and Tresillo (the other bounty hunters were sent back to the village to start coordination with the other leaders about the mount rageous issues), are brought back to the golf course. The brothers try to bond with their "nephew", however Keith only says one chilling line, "I know what you did."

Branch meanwhile has been spending his time at the golf course, being frustrated with Floyd, and having the puttputts do all sorts of things to jerry rig the bottle lid. Unlike in the og Crystal knight au, Floyd doesn't crystalize, meaning no feeling bad for Floyd to soften Branch. So while, Floyd has complete faith in their family, Branch does not. Makes being trapped in a bottle a very hostile environment. Leading to some gems of a line like, "I killed the Chef, what do you think I could do to you."

The other brothers, along with Poppy and Keith arrive just before the Funk trolls do. While Floyd is excited to see everyone, Branch only has eyes for poppy and Keith, though his lieutenants are also given a warm welcome. Funk shows up the spaceship scaring everyone. John tries to interject, saying they got this and didn't need their help, however...

Poppy: Forgive me Johnathan Dorian, but I'm not willing to take that chance.

John: Look Poppyseed, this isn't a problem...

Branch: John Shut up! She doesn't trust you and frankly I don't either.'

Floyd: Branch...

Branch: Shut it, you are in the same boat. Get us out of here before i strangle this lair.

Funk trolls successfully get them out, Keith running to cling to Branch while the bros help Floyd. Then the Twins show up and attack the golf course. Veneer wants to stop as soon as he sees there are trollings around however, Velvet only sees their careers sky rocketing with this many trolls. They were not ready for the Funk trolls defense force, nor were they ready for Branch. Once pinned to the ground, Branch uses his sword to cut Velvet's throat, not killing her, but severing her vocal chords, redering her silent. It scares Veneer into confessing unless he wants something even worse to happen to him.

Brozone is left stunned as Branch leaves the golf course without a second thought. They didn't know who their baby brother was anymore.

[s0ge]

SCP OCS/ Adonis, Seraph and Agent Brutus

ADONIS

Adonis was a renowned huntress known for being a former lieutenant under Artemis, though she stepped down from her position to dedicate herself to aiding other women in escaping the constraints of unwilling marriages or abusive husbands.

Secretary SERAPH

Seraph, an exceptional woman blessed with close proximity, had been raised in a affluent household where educational opportunities abound. Despite this, however, she was compelled to keep her wings hidden from the public eye, as her family feared that other malevolent beings might attempt to abduct her and inflict harm upon her.

AGENT BRUTUS

Brutus, a Greek woman from the period of the Roman Empire, faced a tragic downfall after being wrongfully accused of murder. Revived as a demon, she dedicated herself to seeking vengeance against the man who had stolen her ideals, only to discover that his vessel was now possessed by a malevolent entity, wreaking havoc upon the realm and causing great chaos.

Adonis and Brutus bonded as they grew closer. However, Brutus's unexpected return led to a deceptive strategy aimed at lowering Adonis's defenses. This tactic proved successful, resulting in a swift capture by a unit of the Mobile Task Force. As a result, Adonis now harbors intense animosity towards Brutus, as their relationship turned sour due to this betrayal.

( also I pair Adonis with abel and seraph with kondraki while Brutus doesn’t have anyone for now)

( Adonis is the only scp and she is classified safe)

[atla-suki]

babe be honest if i was wrongfully imprisoned in a high security prison which was situated inside a literal volcano in enemy territory in the middle of a global war would u fly in on a war balloon with your enemy-turned-teammate (who also happened to burn down my village) and rescue me while u were actually looking for your dad who got captured yes or no?????

[theangrycomet-art]

Sonic Underground Reprise: Sir Julius Hedgehog

Aleena's late husband and “precious Jewel”

Notes (too many thoughts on the dead(?) hog)

terrible at directions- he could get lost in an overly large sweater

laid back, it takes a lot to get him riled up

middle child (Chuck being the oldest with Paulie being the youngest, with roughly 6 years between each of them)

grew up greatly admiring his older brother and Chuck moving out for college played in part to him running away

he ran away from home to join the circus when he was 13

learned a lot of weird skills as a result: sleight of hand, animal taming, knife throwing, knife dodging, sword swallowing, aerial silk as and acrobatics just to name a few

he stayed with them until he as 17 when the troupe was wrongfully arrested and he was forcibly enlisted into the army for 3 years before Chuck managed to bail him out and get him and his buddy a new job with the Royal guard

met Aleena when he crashed full speed into a fountain testing a "borrowed" hoverboard model from Chuck's lab with Argus, making her laugh

instantly smitten, he made it a personally mission of his to make her laugh as much as possible

he put his clowning to good use

was captured during the raid of Mobotropolis distracting Robotnik’s troupes away from his fleeing family

was the first mobian to be Robotocized

the event was greatly publicized so that the public knew what painful fate awaited them should they dare to defy him

Robian!Jules is prone to malfunctions to due lack of maintainence

he is used to track/hunt down Aleena

[mosscreeper-ao3]

October 2024 writing challenges directory

Flufftober (prompts from @flufftober)

Pairings are in green. Please be mindful of the difference between "/" (romantic or sexual) and "&" (platonic) pairings

Lost pet meet cute-Kaidan & Rocky (his dog from my main mShenko series)

"Left, other left!"-mShenko

Favorite scent-Kaidan & the Normandy crew

Market day-MFE friendship

Acorn, pinecone, chestnut-Jaith

Mistaken identity-Keith & Shiro (Broganes)

Hoodie weather-Jaith

Chopping and piling wood-mShenko

"Don't do that." "but-Jaith

Bet, game, contest-Jaith, Veraxca, MFE friendship

Ingredients and spells-Paladin friendship

"This is spooky." "Really?"-Klance

Attic, cellar, hidden room-solo Keith

Fantasy AU/Mundane AU-Jaith

"What are you wearing?" "It's laundry day."-Jaith

Yes, no, maybe-Jaith

Rainy Day (alt prompt)-Jaith

Bewitched-Jaith

Yarn-mShenko

Paw-Keith & Kosmo

Bonfire-mShenko

Heirloom-solo James Griffin

Stormy night-Jaith

Comfort food-MFE friendship

Haunted house-Klance

"I can't find it."-mShenko

Afternoon stroll-mShenko

Lucky charm-MFE friendship, Jaith

Time capsule-Paladin Friendship

"Forever?"-Jaith

"Make a wish."-Jaith

Whumptober (prompts from @whumptober)

This one is mostly split into two fics with each prompt being a chapter. One exploring James' emotional state after Keith leaves and the other exploring Keith being captured during a BoM mission.

A few prompts are turned into one shots and drabble collections.

Keith's fic (Dear Agony) covers the following prompts

Day 1-race against the clock/search party

Day 3-set up for failure/wrongfully arrested

Day 4-hallucination/sensory deprivation

Day 7-only for emergencies/unconventional weapons

Day 8-sleep deprivation/forced to stay awake

Day 12-starvation/"just a little more"

Day 16-necrosis/wound cleaning

Day 21-body horror/spirit possession

Day 22-bleeding through the bandages/reopening wounds

Day 24-radiation poisoning/equipment failure

Day 26-nightmares/parting words regret

Day 29-fatigue/"who said you could rest?"

James' fic (Terms and Conditions) will cover the following prompts

Day 2-trust issues/role reversal

Day 5-sunburn/heatstroke

Day 6-not realizing they're injured/unhealthy coping mechanism

Day 9-obsession/broken window

Day 11-seeing double/loneliness

Day 13-team as family/"death will do us part

Day 14-left for dead/“Because I want you to know what it feels like to be haunted”

Day 18-revenge/loss of identity

Day 23-forced choice/broken pedestal

Day 28-denial/CCTV

Day 31-asking for help/"I'm alive, I'm just not well"

Jaith drabble +ficlet collection (Twin Skeletons)

Day 10-blow to the head/"I can't think straight"

Day 15-childhood trauma/"I did good, right?"

Day 17-nowhere else to go/"we had a good run"

Shiro drabble collection (I've Grown Tired of This Body)

Day 25-surgery/"it's for your own good", solo Shiro

Day 27-voiceless/muzzled, solo Shiro

Day 30-recovery/"what have I done", solo Shiro

One shots

Day 19-blood trail/"is there anybody out there?", Paladins

Day 20-emotional angst/"it's not your fault, Shiro & Keith (broganes)

Kinktober below the cut

Kinktober (prompts from @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction)

Pairings are in green.

Edging-Jaith

Love bites-Jaith

Breath play-Shiro/Curtis

First time-Allurance (all Allurance will have trans Lance)

Nipple play-Allurance

Mirror sex-Jaith

Secret reltionships-mShenko

Fingering-Romelle/Allura

Sex pollen-Jaith

Scissoring-Allurance

Threesome-Kallurance

Kneeling-Jaith

Shower-Klance

Begging-mShenko

Surrender-mShenko

Public-mShenko

Praise kink-Jaith

Psychic bonds-femShep/Liara

Fuck or die-Jaith

Whipping-Shiro/Curtis

Bondage-Shiro/Curtis

Shotgunning-Jaith (college AU)

Blindfold-Allurance

On the desk-Jaith

Sleepy sex-Shiro/Curtis

Marking-Jaith

Body worship-mShenko

Face sitting-Romelle/Allura

Hair pulling-mShenko

Afternoon delight-Shiro/Curtis

Free space, swimming-Jaith