#yeah can't draw snakes my bad

[nabikyu]

The blind girl in love with Medusa

Inspiration

[purerae]

— DUPLEXITY;;

fem!reader x coworker!yanderes

— who knew attempting to bond with your co workers would lead to a fucked up love triangle?

prologue; quit your job! If dying was an option right now, Y/N would take it with a gleeful smile.

Sprinting through the woods, her ears ringing, she slams her grimy, broken hand against her head over and over. Her knees, bruised to a swollen pulp of purple, threaten to buckle beneath her. A deep, unprotected gash dressed painfully across her back, its edges rotting, every movement tearing at the poorly dressed wound.

Ignoring the piercing whine in her ears, her heart froze at the sound of shuffling drawing closer. Her legs wobbled, threatening to give out, but the surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins kept her moving forward. An ear striking screech bursts from the girl’s throat, desperate to catch the attention of any passing drivers or hikers.

How could she be so foolish? It’s four in the morning, and she’s in the middle of nowhere, with two freaks relentlessly chasing her.

Her scream was a terrible mistake. It brought her no closer to freedom instead only closer to her pursuers. Their shouts echo behind her, filled with words she can’t—and doesn’t want to comprehend.

Pleas, threats, and bursts of anger escape from their mouths but the only thing that Y/N had her mind on was getting her brother and leaving this shithole. Y/N ran and ran, but to her dismay and an almost comical cruel sense of bad luck , Her vision was slammed with a wall ruined with graffiti that was now taunting her from her inescapable future. Her breathing slows as she stumbled back, desperately praying for anything that could save her. Surely they weren't close, she put in all this effort, they cannot be close! With trembling caution, she moved backward, her steps deliberate and silent. She avoided every brittle branch and insect littering the forest floor, straining to make as little noise as possible. Her back pressed into something soft yet unyielding, carrying the earthy scent of firewood mixed with the sharp tang of blood that she’ll always loathe.  Y/N’s breath hitched, frozen in her chest as the sound of heavy breathing enveloped her ears from just behind.

‘Fuck.'

“You can’t run from us. It’s two against one, cutie.”

Even with her back turned, she could picture his smug, shit-eating smirk. A chill ran down her spine as his arms snaked around her waist, pulling her closer, trapping her. God, she wished she had a bat so she could beat him till he was a lifeless piece of flesh that she could point and laugh at. Too bad that would never be possible, even if she had a weapon to begin with. Deep down, Y/N knew there was no escaping this. But with every ounce of strength her battered body could summon, she let out the loudest scream she could muster; a semblance of hope in her body that somebody could save her. It tore through the cold night air before everything turned black. The last thing she heard was another man's footsteps approaching them, and two voices she made an oath to never hear, conversing. All she wanted was a fucking pay raise.

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- Y/N buttoned her blouse with a giddy smile, rushing around her room in search of the shoes she’d bought just for this day. "I can't believe I got the job! I'm so excited, this still feels so surreal."  she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm as she grabbed her phone, waiting for her friend’s response. "Girl, I'm happy for you!” her friend shouted over the line, her voice barely cutting through the loud music and chatter in the background. “Just work hard, and you’ll be promoted to detective in no time! My little Sherlock Holmes~” Y/N scoffs out a laugh before she shakes her head at the chaos on the other end. Normally, she’d lecture her friend about hosting a party at seven in the morning, but today, she was too nervous and way too excited about her first day to care. "Ahaha, Yeah  I don't know about that... I'm still in shock that I got the job to be the assistant, let alone be the main thing. I just hope the person in charge of me is nice." The E/C-eyed girl replied looking at the ceiling , nervously biting her nails whilst walking back and forth in her room.

"Don't stress about it! I'm sure they'll be nice, babes. And you should ju-" Y/N’s friend was abruptly cut off by a guy shouting in the background, his voice carrying over the music: “Ayra! Get back to the party already!” "Hold on a sec Noel! Im talking to Y/N" she yells back with an obvious scowl on her face… Well, Y/N was almost positive that she displayed one based on the tone of her voice. "It's fine! You go do your shit, I gotta’ finish getting ready." "Okay Okay, message me after your shift ends. I wanna know everything~!" The bubbly girl says as she mimics a kiss sound. Despite Ayra not being able to see Y/N, she smiles with a soft gaze at the phone before hanging up. Staring into the mirror, she carefully assessed her outfit. A sleek black blouse layered over a white undershirt paired perfectly with a matching black pencil skirt. Light makeup enhanced her features, and her neatly styled hair framed her face just right. She smoothed her clothes with her hands, beaming widely as she twirled in front of the mirror. Y/N gathered all her essentials, carefully packing them into her bag before stepping out of her apartment. She locked the door with a quick twist of the key, then paused to double-check it twice…just to be sure; it was a habit she had done ever since she lived in her parents home. 

Stepping into the elevator, she pressed the button for the ground floor. Knowing the ride would take a while, she lived on the second-highest floor, after all, she pulled out her phone to check the time. It was 7:15 a.m. Perfect. With the bus journey to the department taking only 30 minutes, she was right on schedule (which was always a struggle for her.) A grin spread across her face as she opened her email app and tapped on the message from the 'Warrens Department.' Her heart fluttered nervously as she re-read the letter, scanning each line to ensure she hadn’t missed anything important. As she scrolled to the bottom, her brows furrowed. There, tucked away, was a link she hadn’t noticed before.

'Shit I must've missed this' She thought with worry before quickly clicking the link, silently thanking her instincts for prompting her to double-check the message. The link was a profile of the detective that she would be working with. Looking at the picture, she notices that he was a very conventionally attractive male. The formally dressed girl squints her eyes before assessing the man that her eyes laid upon.

Xavier Allette, it read. Twenty-five years old, with five years of experience as a detective.

‘Holy shit, he became a detective at 20? I was still in university then.’ Y/N’s thoughts wandered briefly as she reminisced about her own journey, a flicker of envy stirring as she compared herself to her boss.

Letting out a breath of relief that she didn't know she had; The assistant was expecting an old cruel man as her boss, but to her luck, it was someone of a similar age to her. And, as a bonus, he wasn’t bad to look at either.

Y/N knew better than to judge someone based on their appearance, but as her cheeks warmed, she couldn’t help but blush at the handsome face staring back at her from the screen. A straight pale face, with a clean-shaven look. His hair was a wavy deep black, tussled formally. Eyes sharp and matched with his extremely dark hair. Y/N couldn’t help but notice the absence of a glint or any sign of life in his pupils. ‘I’m overthinking it,’ she told herself. ‘He’s just posing for the picture’. It had to be her psychology degree kicking in, making her analyze every feature of his face like a subject in a case study. Xavier’s nose was strikingly defined, and his lips were full, holding a slightly warm tint that gave his serious expression a subtle softness. Though he was wearing a suit, anyone could tell the detective worked out as his jaw was sharp and his shoulders were broad. It was clear that he took good care of himself.

The only other information displayed on his profile was a list of the cases he had worked on and details about his educational background. 'Maketa Academy?!' That was the most prestigious high school that Y/N had ever heard of. You could either get in with a scholarship or a lot of money. Unfortunately for her, she had been neither crazy smart nor crazy rich, so attending a place like that had never been an option. Y/N couldn’t tell whether Xavier had gotten in through wealth or intellect, but either way, it was impressive. Her train of thought abruptly halted as the elevator chimed, signaling her arrival on the first floor.

Turning off her phone, She exits the building before walking a short distance to the bus so she could arrive at the destination where she was going to be working.

'Please be nice to me, Warrens Department.'

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Y/N rushed out of the bus, the clock read 8:00 am. The bus kept on delaying because of the traffic that the driver faced. The 15 minutes that she was hoping she had left to spare, disappeared all because of not getting a driver's licence! Cursing at herself, she ran to the building that was two minutes away. She could get there in ten seconds, her stubbornness is saving her life today.

The girl stared in awe at the building for a second. It was massive and incredibly modern. A large sign labelled Warrens Department was placed right in the middle of the building. Shaking her head, she scans the key card that came into the mail a week ago and fixes any loose hairs before walking into the building.

8:01 am, Already a minute late, though not much of a difference, she didn't want to disappoint her boss on the first day. Power walking to the reception she sighs shyly before speaking up. "Hi!" Her voice cracks.

'Oh my god, first I'm late, now my voice cracks, I should just quit my job and leave this e-' "Hello! Who’re  you? I've never seen you before?" The ginger girl behind the desk questioned loudly. Her light southern accent peeked through. The red-haired was incredibly short, her face caked with pink-themed makeup matching her formal pink outfit. Y/N thought the receptionist was cute and seemed nice too! If she wasn't too busy stressing about being late, she'd love to be her friend. "I'm the detective's new assistant— Xaviers Allette's assistant." Y/N rambles, hands shaking with nerves.

"Y/N L/N?" The receptionist questioned with eyebrows raised, Y/N nods quickly and shows her key card to the lady. "I'm Abigail!" her smile drops, "Also, you should probably head over to his office quickly, Mr Allette hates tardiness.. a lot." It was now Y/N's turn for her face to drop, she mumbles a quick thank you before running off.She stops in her tracks as she realised her stupid mistake. "Hey Abigail, what's his room number?" Y/N spoke rushing back to the desk. Reaching halfway, the red-haired girl puts her hand out, ordering her to stop running back. "It's on the second floor, room 11, hurry!" She yells, shaking her hand. The late assistant puts a thumbs up as a way of saying thank you before completely ignoring the elevator and rushing up the stairs. Turning left she finds the room that is the lead detective. On the door, a silver plate is shown with  'Room 11' and 'Xavier Allette' engraved onto them in a fancy font.. It was clear that his room was the biggest on the floor.

Wiping the sweat off her hands and re-checking herself on the reflection of the plate, she checks the time. 

8:05 am.

Y/N knocks on her boss's door. The door opens automatically, she notices the man that was just on her screen almost an hour ago, sitting down with his eyes furrowed and lips pulled into a frown.  His eyes were fixated on his computer screen, fist propped against his chin. The assistant looks around while patiently waiting for him to say something.

20 seconds passed and all that she could hear were the sounds of him typing. the h/c hair-coloured girl clears her throat.

"Good morning, sir. My name is Y/N L/N, and Im p-"

"You're late." A deep, harsh voice cuts her off. 

A/N : New story :p !! i really like the plot for this one and will have a masterlist out for it soon!

[gtgbabie0]

{Vi can’t sleep so you bring her back to bed}

I want to put her in my pocket </3

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Vi used to be a really light sleeper before she met you. The tiniest of creaks or the slightest movements would make her jolt out of dreamland— the joys of spending years in prison she supposes. Being forced to constantly watch your back just in case. Everything was a threat in there, the inmates, the guards. It was literally hell on earth.

Nights were better with you. Sleeping by your side with her head nestled either on your tummy or in the crook of your neck. Oh, sleep had never been so easy, you were warm and so very soft. Your breathing lulled her and the safety of your embrace was a balm to her soul. As long as you were with her, then she would be fine.

Tonight was just a bad night. Violet had spent a good five minutes tossing and turning, at the very cusp of sleep but never finding that peace. It was pissing her off, so with a kiss to your bare shoulder she slips out of bed as carefully as possible and down to the garage to work on her gauntlets— the right one had been broken for weeks.

That’d been what?— her eyes flit up to the clock on the shelf above her workstation, 3:05 AM taunting her in bright red LED lights. She groans, rolling her head from side to side. Almost two whole hours and she’s gotten nowhere, so much for the groundbreaking works of Hextech… yeah that was definitely to blame not the fact that her eyes were burning, her body screaming at her to rest.

“Fucking piece of—” she cuts herself off from her frustrated ramblings with a groan, throwing the screwdriver onto the table, the jarring clang of metal against metal only drives to annoy her more.

She was far too in her own head to even notice the door opening and closing behind her— it’s only when she feels the warmth of your palm against her shoulder does she snap into reality, flinching slightly at the unexpected touch.

“Shit, baby. Scared the crap out of me.” her tone instantly softens within seconds, big hand resting over the top of yours.

“Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to.” You whisper, yawning mid-sentence.

God, she’s instantly hit with an overwhelming wave of guilt the moment her blue eyes meet your oh-so-sleepy ones— your voice still gruff having been woken up by presumably her, which doesn’t make her feel any better.

“Don’t be silly, it’s fine.” Violet chuckles, turning around on the stool she was perched on, making space for you to stand in between her legs— her hands resting over your hips.

“You look like you’re about to fall over,” yeah, she feels it too. Even more so when you brush the pad of your thumb just under her eye— along the small ‘VI’ tattoo on her cheek, the warmth of your soft palm making her sigh. “What’re you doing up, baby?”

“Mmm, can't sleep.” She replies almost sheepishly, strong arms snaking around your waist to draw your body closer to her— head snugly resting against your chest, nuzzling into the fabric of her hoodie you’re wearing. Oh isn’t that a sight for sore eyes?

“Why’s that huh?” You ask, pressing a delicate kiss to her hairline, black clinging to the red tresses that had begun to fade- it oddly suited her.

She doesn’t answer your question, she’s never been the best at speaking on her feelings— so she pulls back, fingers tugging on the end of the hoodie with a smirk. “You look good in this,” you roll your eyes, not having any of it.

“I know I do. Tell me what’s keeping you up?” Vi scoffs in amusement, brows raising, her blue eyes flickering up to you in slight surprise- although she shouldn't be, she knows that you see right through her.

She dips her hands beneath the hoodie to caress the bare skin of your waist ever so gently, rough fingertips skimming along your curves. “Nothing particular— m’just restless tonight, I guess.” Her face softens as she speaks, “Can’t shut my mind off.” She looked so pitiful in this light, lips slightly pursed, looking up at you through her eyelashes.

She thought she might’ve gotten used to this— the way you care for her so intently after so long but at last here she was practically on the verge of tears as you brush your fingers through her hair, hugging her against your chest. God, she felt so pathetic, she’d blame it on the exhaustion.

“You should’ve woken me up.” You whisper, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

At that she chuckles, shaking her head. “You would’ve gotten all grumpy with me if I woke you up at three in the morning babe.”

“I would not have gotten ‘all grumpy’ at you.” You huff, slightly offended.

Vi barks a laugh. “Yeah, you definitely would have. The last time I woke you up you nearly took my head off.” You didn’t have to see her to know she was smirking— ah she knew you like the back of her damn hand, so infuriating.

“Because you woke me up at two to tell me a joke, that wasn’t even funny.” Well, now that was just mean! She pokes your tummy in retaliation, making you squirm slightly with a yelp.

Your hands swat at hers, shooing them away. “Was hilarious,” she yawns against you, face pressed into you. “You just don’t appreciate my comedic brilliance.”

“Comedic nightmare more like.” She pinches your side once more, toned arms tugging you down to take a seat on her thigh using the opportunity to nose at your jaw. “Meanie,” her words muffled against your cheek.

“Mhm, m'just playing. Now, come to bed before you crash face-first into the table.” You whisper, kissing over her cheek and just above that tiny scar on her brow— thumb brushing along her jaw.

Violet knows she can’t keep herself up any longer than she already has, even if the thought of sleeping feels a little daunting right now. Her arms tighten around you the tiniest bit, sighing in contentment as your fingers massage the nape of her neck in a way that turns her into a puddle— yeah okay, maybe sleep wasn’t the worst thing if you kept touching her like that.

“Only if you keep doing that,” she murmurs to which you hum in agreement, biting back a giggle as she all but groans against your shoulder.

“M’Kay, c’mon then.” Then she’s hauling you up bridal style, enjoying the way you cling to her like a scared kitten as she walks up the stairs and into your shared bedroom. Violet finds sleep sooner than she thought, the magic touch of your hands— paired with those gentle kisses you shower her face with has her snoring into your neck in record time, her thigh draped over your hips effectively trapping you against the bed. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[creative-clawmarks]

Longass Vampire AU Loredump

I feel I should preface this with the most important fact of this AU: supernatural beings are not actually a part of this world.

What I mean by this is there is no secret society of vampires, there is no chapter in the medical books on lycanthropy, and ghost hunters still have not found conclusive evidence. As far as you or I or anyone else knows the cast of MH are the only things like them in existence.

Because the Operator did this to them.

It's a parasite, and its strategy is to make people into predators then mop up the trail of bodies they leave behind.

As for why their monstrosity takes the specific forms it does? The Watsonian Explanation is that we will never really know, such things are beyond people's understanding. The Doyalist Explanation is that I have taken the character's metaphorical roles and made them literal to give myself an excuse to draw sharp teeth.

With that out of the way, here's what these freaks are actually capable of:

Alex (Vampire):

Standard package of fast healing, unnatural speed, and unbeating heart. Probably immortal but I guess now we'll never know.

Drinks blood, of course. But I like my vamps fucked up so there's a good dose of gory cannibalism for flavor.

He won't combust in the sun or anything, but his skin is especially sensitive to heat and his eyes are especially sensitive to light.

Heightened hearing, he could hunt someone down with his eyes closed just by tracking their heartbeat.

Venomous, specifically paralytic toxins. Once he's bitten you there's no running away, you're basically screwed.

Fangs and claws are retractable. I also gave him a forked tongue because he's like a terrarium snake to me :)

"Once more I have seen the director go out in his lizard fashion."

He can purr. Because I know what the people want.

Tim (Werewolf):

Standard package of fast healing, unnatural strength, and canine features. Would rather not think about whether or not he's immortal.

Does not hunger for human flesh. If given the opportunity he might maul a deer tho.

Burned by the touch of silver. He also personally thinks wolfsbane is gross but that's unrelated.

When in human form he's mostly that, human. Sure his senses are sharper and he can grow out his teeth and claws a little bit but otherwise he's normal.

When in wolf form, on the other hand, he is DANGEROUS. I'm talking bite through steel tear you in half only thing that can stop him is a silver bullet dangerous.

The wolf form is analogous to Masky in this AU, as in he turns against his will whenever he's threatened or misses a dose and he won't remember much whenever he eventually turns back.

The only time he can change under his own power with his mind intact is during the full moon. He looks forward to it every month because without the threat of loosing control being a wolf is rad actually.

If you scratch him under the chin he goes boneless. Doesn't matter what form he's in.

Brian (Ghost):

Standard package of walk through walls, disappear, and fly. I don't think the term immortal applies to this situation tho...

You know the excuse that ghost don't just physically manifest cuz they don't have enough energy for it? Yeah he's so incandescently pissed that he's tangible more often than not.

Its actually kind of the opposite conundrum where he has to focus and calm down to actually use his ghostly abilities.

Salt circles will totally work on him, but good luck catching him first lol.

Even if you can't see him you can still sort of feel his presence, the room will get colder and the shadows will get deeper.

If you catch him on a bad day he can pull some Poltergeist TM level shenanigans.

Can't really communicate like he used to, his mind is too broken and detached from what it once was. That's why all the ToTheArk videos look like that.

If you were to put a spirit box in the room with him all you would hear coming out of it is his death screams on loop.

Jay (Mortal):

He's just a guy lol, poor bastard doesn't stand a chance.

Why yes, he has read Twilight. Why do you ask?

[zoe-oneesama]

For the bonus, what are each of the speech bubble icons supposed to be? I can’t quite make them out by zooming in.

Yeah, they're kinda hard to read, my bad:

This one is Lila, it's supposed to be the bow of her Canon romper.

This one is Juleka, it's supposed to look like lace but it gets lost tbh.

This one is Rose, thus the rosette!

This one is Alix, it's supposed to be a little snake, like her canon sleeves, but I can't really draw snakes...

Aaaaand that's Sabrina, thus the black bow like her canon outfit has around her neck.

[threepandas]

Bad End: Restructuring

The blast doors on my office were stronger then the ones on most bunkers. They matched the one's on the company dorms AND my personal rooms. Thing is? They weren't designed to hold out forever. In fact, I was pretty sure they were a pretty bit of security theater, just to let us fleshys feel safe.

We weren't.

Not a single moment of a single day.

The pay was unmatched. But then again, it'd HAVE to be, with the mortality rate. The morbidity rate on top, too. You didn't take a job like this unless you were crazy. Or, you know, desperate. College loans, man. They get you over a barrel and don't let up. But a few years of this? I'd be clear an free~

Few MORE years? I'd ever have a tasty little nest egg to fall back on, in case of emergencies. I just... you know, had to play it smart. Be really, REALLY careful.

No slacking off. No getting comfortable. Vigilance and best manners. Then we all get to go home alive. Because what's out there? In the Labs? Those guys can pop diamonds like we crush packing peanuts. Highest grade, fancy ass, metal bars of specialty blend metals? Tied up in pretty little bows.

They may LOOK like some sort of waifish boy band... but God, they are NOT. They are really, REALLY not. And their "personality" matrix program thingies? Apparently still a work in progress. A LONG work in progress.

People have fucking DIED.

But does management care? Of course not. Pay out some life insurance. "It was an accident on the job". And "of COURSE steps will be taken to insure to never happens again". Ha! My ass, it is. And my ass, they are. They aren't doing SHIT. Nor are they GOING too. They're in too deep with this project, whatever it is. And us?

Well WE'RE expendable.

Just the cost of doing business.

I watch bleeding edge technology move like dancers, room to room. The wall of screen lighting up my cramped little office. The mini-fridge hums and the fan whirrs, filling the silence. I try to spot FM-036 on one of the screens. I can't find him and it makes me nervous.

He might be hiding. Trying to be polite, in his own way. Since there was an incident.

I FUCKING TOLD Ric not to call them "it"! I TOLD him! It aggravates them. Provokes. You don't DO that with something... some ONE, with that much physical power. 36 put their fist through his SHOULDER. And the God damned wall! He might LOSE his arm, which? Given their ability to calculate better then most supercomputers?

Was probably the point.

I notice one of the androids messing with a computer in a lab. Fuck. I lean forward, hating drawing their attention but knowing I have to do my damn job. I press on the speaker system for that room after a quick glance at the ID on their jumpsuit.

"FM-047, could you please not touch that? I know you are aware that you are not supposed to tamper, meddle, or otherwise engage with the researchers notes or electronics."

The android stop typing. Their head rolling up and to the side to look directly at the camera, their body perfectly still. The angle borders on impossible. Almost owlish, nearly snake like. All perfectly smooth movements effortlessly controlled. Joint not limited by human designs. His face is bemused. Pleasant.

"Of course, night gaurd. My mistake. Thank you for correcting me." He replies, something almost like laughter, nearly like mocking, but not quite, in his smooth voice. They always sound like they are... HUMORING us. Working around us.

It sends a jolt of cold fear though my veins.

I... I REALLY hate talking to the androids.

Pity, they seem to like talking to ME.

"I was unaware you were on shift tonight. I will update the others. It's good to hear your voice again, you seemed nervous, last time we spoke."

Yeah. Because you were asking PERSONAL QUESTIONS. Oh, sure, they had dressed them up as "We're so CURIOUS about Humans~☆" but I wasn't an IDIOT. You Did NOT, under ANY circumstances, try to bond with the machines. NO chatting. That was lesson number one from my trainer.

And Frank? Frank had seen too many "but THIS time it's DIFFERENT! We're FWIENDS~!" Incidents end in unspeakable carnage. Lost too many noobies. We DO NOT chat! With the machines!!! DO. NOT.

"Ah~, you made her nervous again, FM-047" came from a different screen. I flinched. Jerked back so I could see it. Oh god. "Besides, I told you. The calculations showed she wasnt going anywhere. The 'money' is too good."

The androids had stopped. Turned, in some cases unnaturally, to stare up at the cameras. At me. It was a blatant show of how interconnected they were. How distance meant nothing to them. How... how enmeshed they were, in the Lab's systems.

COULD they see me?

I didn't want to know. I NEEDED not to know. If only so I could continue to sleep at night.

They smiled, clearly hoping I'd engage. I wanted to. God did I want too. Wanted to demand "what calculations" and for them to STOP looking at me like that. But I didn't. With tense muscles I careful lifted my finger from the speaker system's button and leaned back. Crossed my arms like I was hugging myself.

Do. Not. Engage.

Remember what Frank taught you.

My... my office felt so claustrophobic. Painfully small. Across the screens before me, matching faces huffed laughs of condescending amusement. Some out right DID laugh. Bright and mean noises that echoed in silence of the night.

Humans? Frank had observed (and I kinda had to agree) were beneath them, in their minds. Flawed little flesh creatures. Annoying. It was something the scientists were trying to correct. Pretty sure they fucked up. Badly. And long, long ago.

Watching over these guys? Felt like watching over a sea of identical demons. Pretty, cruel, and incapable of human understanding. Fond of tormenting the nearest human for sport.

"Tell us, night gaurd, are you afraid?"

Oh that's just PETTY. Fucking cliché as shit, too. I mean, YES, obviously. But STILL. And... and you know what? Fuck it! Frank, gave me his number for a reason! I scramble for my belt. The communicator there. It barely rings.

"Mph, m'awake! Wus happin' kid? Come on, talk to me."

I ramble. Knees dragged up on my chair, curled in a ball. Frank's low, old man, rumble a soothing focal point. These guys are so creepy. I HATE that they KNOW that. Gleefully will TRY to be, sometimes. Can BACK IT UP.

"Hey, hey. I'll stay on the line, okay? You just need to make it to morning shift. They're are creepy lil shits, but they can't get past the doors. I'll come get you myself, okay? Walk you right back to the dorms. You're going to be okay, sweetheart."

I nod, even though I know the old man can't see me. Manage to crackle out a "Mmmhmm". The androids haven't stopped staring. The worst part? Is they realistically DONT HAVE TOO. Can stay, perfectly still, like statues... forever, if they wish.

Watching.

With those "I'm laughing at you" grins. That "aaaw, how PATHETIC" expression. As though I were a wretched little animal to be observed. I ask Frank to tell me about his new show. It's... it's something about socialites, right? Historical? He's glad too. Filling my office with the sound of his voice. It's gonna be a long shift.

I don't notice, high up on the wall, near the back of my office?

A security camera that I do not control. It's red light on.

The company has to be sure it's employees aren't slacking, after all! Aren't up to no good! But don't worry, THAT camera is connect to a database the androids shouldn't be able to access! Because we told them not too.

And THAT'S IT.

No one will learn of the security breach until its far, far too late.

Now? They watch as I watch them.

And it's just the beginning.

[spotaus]

Hi guys, this is usually what a doodle page ends up looking like <3 (oh, and @ancha-aus thought you might like this! Not writing but certainly fuel to my fire lol-)

This one is New Age filled!!! (Close-ups abd Lore beneath the cut!)

1) Night and Cross!

Night is actually very clingy once he's a teen. He doesn't usually realize it, but around the castle he'll snake to be closer to his Knights so long as there's no one he needs to keep his composure infront of is nearby. Cross is the one who's not used to physical touch (when it's not Ink ofc) so Night in his personal bubble makes his heart melt but also scares tf out of him <3

2) Error and Night's Meeting!

Error was carrying his whole life on his back and trying not to get arrested for unintentional property damage at this point, so when he saw the chance to get back at his brother and prove he was strong enough? Yeah, he got that on chance instantly. And was VERY smug when Nightmare chose him. (Also, Error is wearing gloves, so less Haphephobia)

3) Dream and Blue designs!

I think these are good tentative designs! Dream probably has a more regal fit, but he likes to play up that rugged exile look- He's inspired by Archers, while Blue takes on that classic Knightly-vibe. Their equipment is mostly stolen from Night's troops or brought with them from Blue's home kingdom.

Also, Dream is approx Killer's height at this point, shorter than Cross and *much* shorter than Apple!Nightmare. (Hc that Skeletons tend to be tinier in stature thanks to weird monster beauty standards. Horror and Geno's fam are outliers.)

4) Horror and Dust designs!

Horror is naturally a very *large* monster. He's very malnourished when Nightmare meets him, but by the time he's a Knight Nightmare has made sure that's no longer the case. He actually loves comfy, simple clothes, but to play up the whole 'strong mysterious' bit he wears a more barbaric Knight's garb. He doesn't mind acting scary, it's more fun that way :]. Dust is very very small, and envies horror sometimes for his size, but his tiny stature let's him control his body and move a lot quicker. He's very much based on a rogue, and usually covers the lower part of his face w/ a black cloth, and the upper part w/ his hood or mask. Dust only removes both to bathe, eat, or relax in a safe location. (Ignore that I can't draw the stupid gaster blaster lmao-)

These last two were space-fillers, but Cross and his Borzoi (Windmill, otherwise known as Milly (Killer named her-)) and really bad first wips of Ccino! I think Ccino was a chubby, happy toddler, but lost a lot of 'weight' (bone mass? Magic?) due to stress and pressure and bad eating habits. So it isn't until a while after the Coronation that he starts to relax abd feel safe enough to eat normal meals (Nightmare used to guilt him into eating snacks together, but as his boss (and younger brother) he can encourage it more often). By the time Killer shows he's still not quite healthy, but he's better. As more weight is lifted off his shoulders, the better he is. (That 'beauty' most people saw was a more stereotypical slimness, but Killer never stopped seeing Ccino as beautiful-) I think he never looked traditionally underweight, so no one noticed, and it was only much later that Night processed it. (And maybe it's why Dream hardly recognized him later on-)

[storydays]

Radio Killed Video Star P1

(3rd POV)

(Y/N) sat in his favorite seat as he continued drawing in his sketchbook, listening as Charlie paced nervously back and forth, and rant. He snickered as KeeKee paced back and forth with his sister.

"Okay. So the extermination is coming in 6 months instead of a year. No big deal, just a little setback. Nothing we can't handle. Just angels cutting our timetable in half. But who needs a whole year to save souls? Am I right? And next time, when they cut time in half again and again, we'll just handle it, right?!" Charlie asked manically.

"Yes. We will." Vaggie caught Charlie gripped her arms soothingly.

"Oh, please, ya had less than half a chance when you started all this salvation bullshit." Angel waved his hands around. "And now..." he paused as his phone buzzed angrily. "Ain't no silver lining this time, toots." He muttered.

"Sure there is. We just have to look a little harder for it." Charlie tried to remain positive. "Well, while you're lookin', the rest of Hell is going nuts. People are already freaking out about the news." Angel waved his phone in the other's faces. "Look at what's happenin' in the Doomsday District." The tech revealed a demon screaming, as another message appeared on Angel's screen.

"Uh, what's a donkey show?" Charlie asked, squinting her eyes at the message. (Y/N) grimaced as he eyed Angel suspiciously.

"Aah, heh, nothing," Angel wouldn't dare ruin the princess's innocence. Especially not with her brother right fuckin' there! "My boss, Val, is just freaked out about the news, too." He covered his phone from curious, (or suspicious) eyes, before shrugging his shoulders. "Like I said, everyone's losing their shit."

Vaggie looked up from where she was watching (Y/N) sketch. "Yeah, that's true. Sinners are desperate." "Maybe desperate enough to try anything to escape the extermination?" (Y/N) thought aloud, tapping his pencil against his lip.

Charlie gasped, breaking into a wide grin. "This is the perfect time to recruit more sinners for the hotel!" Angel raised an eyebrow. "Cute idea and all, but you really going out in all of this?"

"Well, it's not like people are just going to show up on our doorstep." Charlie shrugged before yelping as an loud explosion disrupted the hotel.

"Show yourself, Alastor!" hissed a snake demon dramatically. "Come and face--" He paused looking for the Radio Demon, before catching sight of him sipping coffee, wearing a giant grin as usual. "Oh, there you are." The snake murmured. "FACE MY WRATH!" He hissed, over the speaker.

"Who are you?" asked Alastor raising an eyebrow.

"Who am I? Who am I? I am the great Sir Pentious! Inventor, architect of destruction, villan extraordinare!" During this introduction, Alastor melted into his shadow before appearing next to the Hazbin crew. Charlie looking in shock, Vaggie in annoyance, Angel with a raised brow, and crossed arms, and (Y/N) with a curious look.

"Woo! You tell 'em, boss." came a goofy voice over the loudspeaker.

Niffty gasped excitedly, as she popped on Alastor's shoulder. "Ooh, he's a bad boy."

Alastor huffed, as he gently set her down. "Huh, well if all that's true, you'd think I'd have heard of you. Have you heard of him, (Y/N)?" The prince side eyed the red clad demon, sending him a look that said, 'Bitch...leave me out of this.'

"I attacked you literally last week." Pentious deadpanned, feeling irate as Alastor tilted his head in thought, narrowing his eyes. "We've done battle, like...20 times." the snake prompted.

"Well, you must be really bad at this." snarked the deer demon. "Silence! Now cower! For when I've slain you, the almighty Vees will finally acknowledge me as their equal!" Pentious laughed.

"Ooh!" exclaimed Niffty as she found her way back on Alastor's shoulders. "Wait, who are the Vees?" she asked. "Oh, nobody important." Alastor rolled his eyes, a slight twitch in his brow at the thought of the Overlords.

*Meanwhile in the city*

"New VoxTek designer voyeur scopes. Peeping on the neighbors have never been more stylish. VoxTek. Trust us with your money." cooed the TV announcer as demons ran into the stores. "This week's episode of "Yeah, I Fucked Your Sister, So What? is brought to you by VoxTek. Trust us with your entertainment. VoxTek. Trust us. Trustustrustustrustustrustus...." The phrase continued to repeat a TV demon grinned from the electrical shocks coming from the tech in demons hands.

"Hahaha! Now that's good television!" His laughing fit was cut short by a phone call coming in on his screen. With a grin, he answered the call to reveal a scowling demoness.

"Hello there, Velvette. How are you this hellish morning?" He grinned into his coffee mug, turning away to another screen, working on something.

"Oh, cut the shit, Vox. I need you up here now!" Velvette snapped.

"Whatever could be the problem, my dear?" Vox asked. "Your little boy toy is wrecking my department while I'm trying to pull together a show and--" She was cut off by a male voice yelling, "Fucking bitch!"

Scowling deeper, she turned towards the screen. "Just get your ass here. Now! Dammit Valentino!" Velvette screeched, hanging up.

Vox's smile dropped as he sighed in irritation. "Oh God, here I go. Valentino. Just another fuckin' day with Val." He crossed his arms behind his back as he walked towards the lift. "Hey, hey, hey. Fuck my life." Vox scowled.

As the lift took him up to the main floor, he plastered a fake smile on his face. "Mr Vox! Mr Vox!" called multiple reporters as he approached. "Mr Vox! Over here!" They called before one demoness caught his attention, "Mr Vox, what are your thoughts on the new extermination deadline?" she asked.

"My dear people, we at VoxTek Enterprises have always been at the forefront of innovation. And now with this oncoming threat, we are shifting our focus to your protection. We are pleased to announce VoxTek Angelic Security is coming soon! Trust us with your saftey." Vox grinned, hypnotizing the crowd.

"Sir? Uh, when did we begin working on Angelic Security?" asked an assistant nervously. "30 seconds ago. " Muttered Vox as he walked pass the press, the assistant following.

"Try to get that bitch Carmilla on the books and cancel all my appointments today. I have a fire to put out upstairs." Vox rolled his eyes before disappearing into a camera to travel faster.

*Up on Velvette's floor.*

"Ugh, no. Unacceptable. You're fired." Velvette hissed at the designers, before zeroing in on one dress. "What is this? Wrist ruffles? Is it 1750? Burn it like the witches who wore it." The designer scurried away.

"Oh, Velvette." chuckled Vox as he appeared, watching the social media fashion designer demoness rub her temples. "I can see you're busy.Tell me where's our hot headed friend now?"

"Up in his tower, waiting for a flat-faced prince to calm him down. " She shrugged. Sighing deeply, Vox put a grin on his face. "And uh, what's got him so out of sorts today?"

"Who knows? But he tore up my best female model!" Velvette grabbed a dismembered arm and used to start pointing at the TV demon, making him grin as he watched the pink haired demoness throw the arm. "And you know the show can't wait for that unlucky bitch to pull herself together."

"Melissa, get over here!" she called her next best female model. "No,no. Hideous, I want to do. Eww." Using her magic, she shuffled the outfits until a box with a bow appeared in front of Velvette. She quickly read the card, "Vel, sorry I can't make the show, but here are a few inspirations. ~ (Cute Nickname).❤️"Velvette grinned before using her magic again to put the newer designs on. "Yes, that's the one!"

"Well, it looks like you've got everything under control here." Vox grinned as Velvette playfully rolled her eyes. "Of course I do. Fuck you. Now shoo! Take care of the piss baby." She rolled her eyes again, before opening her phone to send a thank you text to a certain blond prince.

*Up by Valentino's office.*

Vox eyed the two assistants as they opened the door, before walking into the penthouse, raising an eyebrow at the figure sitting in a red cloud of smoke. The figure took notice of Vox's arrival, and sat up, glaring. "FUCKIN' FINALLY!"

The red figure threw a drink at the wall, turning to the assistant , "Kitty, another drink!" he demanded, the robot smiled before disappearing, and returning with a drink.

"Can you believe what that piece of shit did? The ungrateful whore!" He smashed the drink against the wall, making Vox simply step side the incoming glass.

"Um, which whore are we talkin' about this time?" Vox asked, boredly. "Fucking Angel Dust." He hissed. "Who the hell else would I be talking about?" Vox attempted to answer before Valentino stormed off. "That fucking slut walked out on me. Me. I fucking made him." The moth turned towards the window, while Vox pulled out his phone, checking his cameras.

"Without me, he's just a bag of meat with some mildly entertaining holes." Valentino squeaked as he made hand gestures.

"Angel quit?" Vox asked happily with a giant grin.

"No, he didn't fucking quit. It's worse; he moved!" roared the Moth as he threw Vox's phone against the wall, ignoring the annoyed look the TV demon sent at his hand as if realizing what happened. "He thinks he can just walk in here, work, and then go home somewhere else? Can you fucking believe that?"

"He thinks he can run off and shack up with Lucifer's bimbo daughter." Val grumbled as he stalked to a closet. "Angel is living with Lucifer's daughter now?" questioned Vox, as he turned towards the other overlord.

"Yeah, that bitch. Chalkie or Chandler, or I don't know. Something mannish like that. She's got this hotel--" Valentio paused before turning around with a pair of guns in his hands. "And which of these makes me look sexier?" he purred with a smirk.

Vox forced a laugh through his teeth. "What are you doing, Val? You're not going over there." He said firmly, using his hypnosis power.

"That slippery twink is going to remember who owns him. I'm going to fuck everyone on the rancid shithole, I swear to God." hissed Valentino.

Vox snapped grabbing the pimp by his fur, face lit up, a scowl on his face. "VAL!"

Plastering a smile on his face, he chuckled, as they walked together to look out the window. "Think about it: Our brand is perfection. And what do you think chasing whores around town will do for our image?" He asked,snatching the guns from Valentino.

"Uhh...fuck it up?" Val questioned. "Right!" grinned Vox, using a game show sound effect of cheers. "Do you want people thinking you can't control your employees?"

"No!" snapped the moth.

"Exactly. And hey, you still have him under contract, he isn't going anywhere. So you should....?" prompted Vox.

"Do nothing?" replied Val, hesitantly.

"Great idea! Now that's why they pay you the big bucks." Vox patted the moth's cheek, closing his eyes and placing his hands behind his back.

"But I really wanted to shoot someone." sighed Val as he held out a cigarette, waiting for Vox to light it.

Vox peeked an eye open before lighting the cigarette with a heart. "Well, let me call up the lowest earners this month." he compromised.

"Ooh, you know me too well." Valentino purred, chuckling darkly.

As Vox rummaged through the drawers, Val smirked. "You know, Angel isn't the only one spending time at this ratty hotel with the devil's princessa." "Oh, who else is there? Someone who owes you money?" Vox asked boredly.

Chuckling, Val continued, "Someone who owes us much more than money. The Radio Demon is there."

Vox glitched, digging his nails into the desk, before chuckling lowly. "Hahaha, what did you just say?" He asked, darkly, his hypnosis eye glowing, 3 lines on his face, showing his anger.

"You heard me."

"Alastor came back and he is with Lucifer's daughter," Vox started softly, slowly getting angry, "and that wasn't the first fucking thing you told me?!" He screamed, grabbing the moth's fur again.

"Hey, killing Alastor is your thing." grinned Val, as he watched the TV overlord zoom over to his cameras.

*Back at the hotel*

Sir Pentious yelled out in pain. "Arrgh. Oh! Please! Stop!" he begged as Alastor used his shadows to torture the poor demon.

"Um, Alastor?" called Charlie nervously. "I think he's had enough." Alastor continued to laugh loudly. Angel narrowed his eyes as if thinking before smirking, "Nah, he's got a few more hits in 'im!"

Alastor tilted the blimp so the snake fell out and on the floor. "Thanks for another forgettable experience." Alastor swung his can around before leaning on it, looking at the snake mockingly.

"Thank you...for letting your guard down! Haha! Yah!" laughed Pentious as he snagged a piece of the Radio Demon's coat, before cowering. "Oh shit." He yelped seeing Alastor's shadow grow.

An explosion sent Sir Pentious flying, his scream echoing. "Arghhhhhhh!!!!"

Alastor watched with a grin before turning towards the rest of the Hotel members.

"Well, it looks as though I need a visit to the tailor. Best of luck, chums." He waved before walking away.

"Wait, you're leaving?" Vaggie asked, "Alastor, we need your help! We need you to do your job."

"We need a wall." Angel deadpanned, gesturing to the broken wall.

"Of course. Can't let my new project fall into disrepair already. What would the papers say?" The deer asked, snapping his fingers before walking away. In his place, were a bunch of shadow demons with tools in their hands.

(Y/N) perked up, seeing the shadows. "Yo, Tommy, wassup, man?" He grinned, fist bumping another shadow who grinned back.

"Oh!: Angel giggled, shoving Vaggie to the side, before sashaying over to (Y/N) and the shadow demon. "Hey, sweet cheeks, who's your friend?" Leaning on the shadow's shoulder, he grinned. "Whatcha doin' later? I love me some men with giant....tools." Angel used his second pair of hands, to caress (Y/N)'s waist, and pull at his belt loop, suggestively, and his upper hands resting on Tommy's shoulder.

(Y/N) squeaked, cheeks a bright red, matching Charlie's before teleporting somewhere else in a vortex of shadows. Angel smirked to himself, 'Prince-y is so easy to rile up; and he's so cute when he's all flustered.' Angel didn't even realize how his own cheeks were a faint pink.

*Back at the Vs tower*

"See? Look how he flirts with those guys, and their not even paying! Who is that shadow dude? I'm gonna fucking kill his whole family! And the Lucifer's bastard son is there too? What the fuck?! Vox? Vox?!" He snapped, slamming a hand on the desk.

Vox continued to ignore him, as he buzzed with electricity, as he watched the Radio Demon walk away.

"That fucker is back!" He hissed.

"Yeah, I thought he was gone for good, too." replied Val as he continued to rile up the TV demon.

"It's been seven years." Vox growled.

"You still pissed he almost beat you that time?" cooed the moth.

"Uh, fuck you." spat Vox.

"Just saying," sang the heart themed pimp, as he leaned against the desk.

"Things have changed a lot since he left town." monologued Vox. "That's for sure." Val agreed.

"I've gotta send a message of who's really in charge now." Vox and Val chuckled darkly.

*With (Y/N)*

Hidden away in his bedroom, (Y/N) stood, staring at nothing before grabbing a pillow and screaming into it. (Y/N)'s dog, Rocco, watched lazily from the prince's bed.

After his screaming fit, (Y/N) grabbed one of his sketch books, and leaned against his bed, and flipped through the pages, smiling at the multiple sketches of Angel Dust, and just thinking. (Y/N)'s dog, Rocco, barked happily before curling next to his boy.

(Y/N) would rather have his wings cut off with Vaggie's angelic spear then ever let the spider see this journal. Even with all the sexual innuendos and comments, (Y/N) was still intrigued by Angel, and wanted to see what was underneath.

He just wish he wasn't so damn easy to fluster. Angel 100% took advantage of that fact, but he couldn't help it. Yes, he grew up in Hell, and always had admiring fans wherever he went, but they only wanted the tittle.

Angel hadn't even known he was the prince until he'd appeared at the hotel after the failure that was the interview Charlie had with Katie Killjoy.

At the thought of the bitch, (Y/N) scowled.

Charlie told him what she said about the gays, and the next day, Katie's hair was burned off, and she was missing a few limbs, (they'll grow back...eventually...painfully 😈 ). When Charlie found out, she cast a look at her brother, who gave her a devilish grin, briefly showing her his demon form he kept carefully hidden.

It sucks that people don't give Charlie the respect that they give (Y/N); but Charlie also knew her brother had a darker side that an even greater respect to his name.

But Charlie introduced him as (Y/N), and Angel treated him like a normal person. Well, normal as it is for Angel. Even when Alastor greeted him as 'Prince', Angel continued to talk shit and flirt with (Y/N).

"Just because you got dat crown on your head, don't mean that's all you are. You'll always be (Y/N) to me." The Italian explained, seeing as (Y/N) was confused. When people realize who he is, they act completely different. But Angel acted like they were long time friends....(Y/N) hadn't had that since he was a helling himself.

Ever since then, the Spider had slowly made his way into (Y/N)'s heart.

When Angel didn't think anyone was watching, he would reveal a softer side, especially when it comes to his beloved pig, Fat Nuggets.

Sighing, (Y/N) curled on his side, Rocco, rumbling lowly before curling in (Y/N)'s outstretch arms, snuggling closer for warmth.

"One day, I'll tell him~❤️."

*A/N: Sorry for the delay! My dad is in the hospital, so I went to check on him and hang out; will keep you guys updated and see y'all next time!*

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[cainluvr69]

"A Smile As Shy As The Sun Peeking Through The Leaves" Cain SSR Story - The Most Reassuring Of Them All

Cain and I were investigating the petal-covered interior of Foster Laboratory together.

Akira: Well, we're pretty much as deep into this place as we can get.

Cain: Yeah. We haven't found any clues yet, so it'd be great if we could find one in here, but the chances of that are…

Cain & Akira: …!

Akira: Did you just hear something from that room? Maybe it's Mister Angelo…?

Cain: I'll check it out. Stay behind me, Master Sage.

Cain eased open the door with a deadly serious expression on his face, and I saw…something slither away from the door and into the heavy darkness of the room.

Akira: Eek…?! Wh-what was that?!

Cain: Ugh, gross!! It's like a snake nest in there.

What was slithering inside that room, you ask? Thousands of slippery, slimy tentacles, dripping with some thick, purple liquid. Just looking at them squirming over each other was making my skin crawl. Exactly like Cain said, it looked like a massive snake nest. Cain's face was scrunched up in an expression of pure disgust, but he still diligently looked the room over.

Cain: …I can't sense anyone inside here. Investigation officially over, time to lock this back up!

Akira: Okay…wah!!

The moment Cain tried to close the door, the tentacles snapped into motion and started reaching for us.

Akira: Waaugh?!

Cain: Master Sage!

Cain grabbed my arm and pulled me back before stepping in front of me and drawing his sword, all in a single smooth movement. And then, a calm, relaxed voice floated over to us.

Shylock: Oh my. What an unusual playmate you've found for yourselves.

Akira: Shylock!

Cain: Good timing! Shylock, can you take the Sage and…

Shylock: No, no. You stand back too, dear. That sword of yours is far too delectable a morsel.

Cain: Huh?

Shylock tugged a still-confused Cain behind him before tossing…what looked like a coin into the room, towards those icky feelers. They all changed targets immediately, descending on the coin, and…the metal immediately began to melt.

Akira: Woah…?!

The coin dissolved into nothing, and the feelers slithered away from the door, seeming satisfied with what they'd gotten.

Shylock: That's a rare type of plant that subsists off metal. As you just saw, the purple mucilage traps and breaks down any metal it gets onto, digesting it. It'd love to do the same to that blade of yours, Cain.

Cain: Gotcha… So what you're saying is I almost fed them. Thanks, Shylock. It's a good thing you showed up when you did.

Cain sheathed his sword, still nice and un-digested. He scratched his cheek, looking bashful, and gave a wry smile.

Cain: I guess as a wizard, I really do need to learn to stand back and observe before jumping into a fight. Too bad I've still got my knight training as second nature, which says to jump in with my sword at the ready.

Akira: Yeah, I can't imagine a standard knight would be going up against an icky plant that can eat their sword…

Cain: But that's where we're at now. So, Shylock. Would you be willing to join us while we finish our investigation of the lab? I want to learn more about how a wizard's supposed to fight from you.

Shylock: Oh, my. You'd like to watch my back? I'm honored.

And so we continued our investigation with the ever-reassuring Shylock at our side. …Or, at least, that was the intention…

✦✧☾✧✦

Akira: Eeek…! These flowers caught me!

Cain: Master Sage! Hold on, I'll get you loose right awa…ow! Did that flower just bite me?!

Shylock: Yes, these would be puppyblossoms. Here, give them a little scratch behind this bit that looks like a dog's ears and they'll settle down just like that.

✦✧☾✧✦

Cain: …Alright, let's open you up… Gwoah?! Cough…!

Akira: Cain! Are you okay?! The color of that powder's really worrying…!

Cain: Yeah, I'm…uh? My vision's kinda…

Shylock: This would be…oh, you poor thing. I've heard the spores of this mushroom improve your visual acuity to the point you can see the reverse side of the world.

Akira: It makes your eyesight better?

Shylock: Yes, by about 3,000%. Perhaps you'll see something that you shouldn't…or perhaps not…

Cain: Hey, I see something weird over there…um, is that supposed to have two heads…?

Akira: (It took him all of half a second to see something he shouldn't…!!)

Shylock: My apologies, it's rather difficult to clear this one up without a properly trained physician. It'll go away on its own given enough time, so I'll cast a spell to blindfold you until then.

✦✧☾✧✦

Akira: There's…so many plants… Cain, are you okay?

Cain: Yep. I bandaged the puppyblossom bite, and my eyesight's gone back to normal. Thanks, Shylock. I was right on the money that I'd be able to learn a lot from having you come with us. This is really different from going up against an armed human. It really is important to take a step back first when things are looking dicey…

Akira: (He's being so earnest about it…)

Shylock: Ufufu. That said, I am quite fond of you and the way you leap out like a little lion cub.

Cain: Man, don't butter me up like that. Praise from you will make me go, "Welp, better stay the way I am, then!"

Cain grinned to show he wasn't being serious in the slightest, but just then--

Shylock: …

Shylock's gaze suddenly sharpened to a point, settling on the door…right next to me. Cain looked where Shylock was staring, and his expression hardened a little.

Cain: …What is that? I can feel some kind of weird presence…

Shylock: Let us have a look, shall we? Sage, be sure to stay back. Cain, make sure the Sage stays back.

Shylock placed his hand on the doorknob and slowly, slowly, opened the door.

Akira: …Huh? More flowers?

Within was a single pot with a single red flower growing from its soil. It didn't try to bite us or scatter spores on us or anything.

Akira: (So why do I feel so…) (There's nothing sad about this, so why do I feel like I could cry and cry and cry…)

My vision was blurred by tears almost instantly. I started sobbing, my heart wracked with sadness, and I didn't know why.

Akira: U-umm… Shylock… Cain… Is th-- Is that flower…

Shylock: …

Akira: Sh--Shylock?!

Shylock's face had twisted with grief, one hand hiding his mouth.

Akira: (Something's wrong with Shylock! Ohhhh, what do I do, I want to cry, what do I do…)

Cain: It's okay, Master Sage.

Just as I felt myself getting worked into a panic, I felt something warm on my shoulder, and I jerked my head to see what it was. But it was just Cain, his gaze level. His strong yet kind eyes made my head, full and heavy with grief and confusion, suddenly feel a little bit clearer.

Cain: I'll take care of you two right now. Just sit tight.

And with that, he turned back to the red flower. He stepped forward, and there was nary a hint of hesitation in his movements.

✦✧☾✧✦

Akira: Cain…?!

Cain strode up to the flower with purposeful, unflinching steps. He stood before the pot and drew his sword, holding it above the flower.

Cain: <Gladius Procella>

Once the last syllable of his spell had left his mouth, the red flower's petals quietly began to close. It was like the fog had lifted. The crushing sense of grief disappeared, just like that. Once I finished wiping my tears away, I rushed up to Cain.

Akira: Cain! Cain, are you okay?!

Cain: Yeah. I'm glad the two of you seem to be okay now, too.

Akira: Yes, because of what you did… Thank you so much. But, um, this isn't going to turn out to melt your brain or anything later, right?

Shylock: No, the flower has no effect while not in bloom. This is a lamentation lily. They bloom from corpses that met with a terrible fate, and their blooming is accompanied by a powerful aura of grief.

Cain: Huh, so there's a kind of flower that does that. I mean, I felt something weird too, but… I guess I'm just resistant to its effects for some reason, at least compared to you two. So I figured if anyone was gonna do anything, it had to be me.

Shylock: Very astute. We Western wizards have hearts that are easily moved to emotion, so we are easily affected by the flower's magic… But I suppose the strong-hearted Central wizards would be able to handle it much better. Thank goodness we had you here, Cain.

Cain: Nah, no thanks needed. It was just lucky that I'm like this, that's all.

And with that, Cain plopped one big hand each on my and Shylock's shoulders.

Cain: Besides, it seemed like it was pretty rough on the two of you. Don't worry, it's all over now.

Akira: Cain…

His reliable smile and the warmth of his hands chased away the gloom the flower had guided into my heart. I can only imagine how many people have been saved by his gallantry. Shylock and I glanced at one another, and then we both smiled at him--our hero of the moment.

Shylock: Why thank you, Sir Captain of the Knights. That was a wonderful reminder of why your country saw fit to entrust you with such an important role.

Akira: It really, really was!

Cain: Ahaha, hey now, don't go getting all clever on me. Looks like you two are feeling all better now, huh? Alright. If you've recovered enough to be joking around like that, then let's get back to our investigation. Let's go!

Cain took point, our ever reliable vanguard. His broad shoulders, his powerful back…was the most reassuring one I could follow.

Training Episode - How To Choose A Flower

Akira: That lab we were at, Foster Laboratory, sure was full of strange plants.

Cain: For real. I've been a lot of places on military campaigns, and there were still nothing but plants I'd never seen before in there. Gathering them all up to study the weeping peacock flower was a real labor of love.

Akira: Yeah, for sure. Do you have any flowers that you like, Cain?

Cain: Hmm… I mean, I don't really know much about them. I've looked up the names and meanings of the ones that women have given me, but…

Akira: (He didn't even hesitate before saying that…!)

Cain: I guess it'd be the chaste maiden flower that left the strongest impression on me?

Akira: Chaste maiden flower?

Cain: It's a kind of flower that blooms near creeks and rivers. Let's see, I'm pretty sure there's a field guide Murr left behind around here somewhere… …Oh, here we go. It's the one on the right, there's the picture.

Akira: Gosh, it's so small and pretty! Those white flowers are so slender… I'm a little surprised, though. You're so bright and cheery I admit I was kind of expecting something a little more passionate.

Cain: Ahaha, is that how I seem to you? Well, I don't dislike those kinds of flowers, at least. But the chaste maiden flower has this tasty sweet-and-sour flavor when you bite into the stem.

Akira: …What?

Cain: Back in my hometown, we used to look for them on the riverbank and chew on 'em. I think the kids still do that. And I still think "Damn, that looks tasty…" whenever I'm feeling a little hungry and see one of those flowers.

Akira: (…I guess that's one way for it to be a really Cain type of flower…)

[the-silver-chronicles]

5 Songs and 3 Outfits

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RULES: Post 5 songs associated with your OC(s), followed by 3 outfits they would wear.

Gathered Silva Omar, Kamski Neon and Ernesto Stallone for this one. Read under the cut:

SILVA OMAR (FAR CRY 5)

Dream -Bishop Briggs

"I wanna break down where your heart gets So torn it's almost breaking mine I wanna lay here, lost and bitter So long, I feel like I could die I wanna tell you what my truth is But it's buried down inside."

Last One Standing - Skylar Grey ft. Polo G, Mozzy, & Eminem

"Now you see me standing in the lights But you never saw my sacrifice Or all the nights I had to struggle to survive Had to lose it all to win the fight I had to fall so many times Now I'm the last one standing."

Safe And Sound - Capital Cities

"I could lift you up I could show you what you wanna see Take you where you wanna be You could be my luck Even if the sky is fallin' down I know that we'll be safe and sound."

Heat Waves - Glass Animals

"I just wanna know what you're dreaming of When you sleep and smile so comfortable I just wish that I could give you that That love that's perfectly unsad Sometimes all I think about is you Late nights in the middle of June Heat waves been fakin' me out Heat waves been fakin' me out."

Somebody That I Used To Know - Gotye ft. Kimbra

"Now and then, I think of all the times you screwed me over But had me believing it was always something that I'd done But I don't wanna live that way Reading into every word you say You said you could let it go And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know."

Note: The women in the images below are not Silva's faceclaim and I unfortunately could not remove them. I had done my best at removing their features but if you notice a difference between the women and Silva's faceclaim, please ignore it and focus on the clothing instead. Thank you for your understanding.

Below is Silva's dress which she pretty much only wears at home, a longer version of the deputy uniform, and her casual clothing (plus that of which she wears during the Reaping). Yeah, she doesn't like to show off a lot of skin.

Another note: These are not the right colors.

KAMSKI NEON (FAR CRY 5)

[No Faceclaim Acquired Yet]

Enemy - Imagine Dragons ft. J.I.D

"Oh, the misery Everybody wants to be my enemy Spare the sympathy Everybody wants to be my enemy Look out for yourself!"

Whatever It Takes - Imagine Dragons

"Whatever it takes 'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins I do whatever it takes 'Cause I love how it feels when I break the chains Whatever it takes You take me to the top I'm ready for whatever it takes 'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins I do what it takes."

Some Nights - Fun.

"Some nights I stay up cashing in my bad luck Some nights I call it a draw Some nights I wish that my lips could build a castle Some nights I wish they'd just fall off But I still wake up, I still see your ghost Oh, Lord, I'm still not sure what I stand for, oh."

All The Stars - Kendrick Lamar ft. SZA

"Tell me what you gon' do to me Confrontation aint nothing new to me You could bring a bullet Bring a sword Bring a morgue But you can't bring the truth to me Fuck you and all your expectations I don't even want your congratulations I recognize your false confidence and calculated promises All in your conversation I hate people that feel entitled Look at me crazy cause I aint invite you Oh you important? You the moral to the story? You endorsing? Motherfucker I don't even like you Corrupted mans heart with a gift Thats how you find out who you dealing with."

Spirits - The Strumbellas

"I got guns in my head and they won't go Spirits in my head and they won't go I got guns in my head and they won't go Spirits in my head and they won't go But the gun still rattles The gun still rattles, oh."

Kamski's clothing mostly consists of a worn doctors uniform, however he does use a pedestrian disguise with a mask if he's going to do something illegal or a regular casual clothing (in the habit of dressing up for winter and refuses to break habit even in the worst of Summer) when going to do legal groceries.

ERNESTO STALLONE (FAR CRY 5)

[No Faceclaim Acquired Yet]

Bad Feeling - Jagwar Twin

"They say! Everything's perfect here And the sun is shining Hey! Hey! Everything's perfect here There's nobody crying Oompa loompa doompety do I got a bad feeling about you Oompa loompa I don't know, dude I got a bad feeling about you."

Hot Girl Bummer (slowed + reverb) - blackbear

"Fuck you, and you, and you I hate your friends and they hate me too. I'm through, I'm through, I'm through."

I'm A Wanted Man - Royal Deluxe

"They didn't know it when they turned me loose I shot the sheriff and I slipped the noose The law ain't never been a friend of mine I'd kill again to keep from doing time You should never ever trust my kind I'm a wanted man I got blood on my hands Do you understand? I'm a wanted man."

Bad - Royale Deluxe

"I'm bad As bad can be So bad That it's hard to believe Oh what they say about me I'm bad, I'm bad As bad can be I'm bad Take a look and see So bad That it's hard to believe I don't care what they say about me."

Bloodshot - Sam Tinnesz

"I'll take another hit to the backbone I'm picking up the heat Like an atom bomb No time on the clock It's a bloodshot 3, 2, 1 You got me bloodshot Maybe I'm a good guy Standing on the wrong side Maybe I'm a sweetheart Trying to make my own scars Don't know what it looks like Just know what it feels like Scared to let it outside Scared of what I just might find."

Stallone doesn't have that much change in clothing besides two changes in his dark blue Courser Guard/gunslinger uniform and his disguised Chosen clothing (for when he infiltrates Eden's Gate).

[ordinaryschmuck]

Full Family AU Part 12

Hours just flew by as Camila and Vee spending their time watching nature documentaries together, this time on the couch as the floor felt too rough on Camila's rear. She glanced down at Vee, still snuggled up in Manny's jacket but looking far more comfortable than she did the night she arrived.

The little creature looked adorable. Wholesome, even.

The next thing Camila knew it was three o'clock, which was easy to guess by the seven year old running into the house screaming, "I'M HOME!"

"Three already?" Camila asked once Luz ran into the living room, pieces of paper in her tiny hands. "Where does the time go?"

"Forward. Teacher said so," Luz said innocently before smiling wide at Vee. "I've got a surprise for you~!" She sang.

"Surprise?" Vee asked.

"She means a gift," Camila explained.

"Gift?"

"It's...a thing you give to people that you care about."

"And here's a special gift for you! TA-DA!" Luz lifts up the paper revealing crayon drawings of what looks like human girls. At least, that's Camila's best guess, as they were each just different kinds of stick figures with different colored squiggles for hair.

"You like them Vee?" Luz asked as she held out the drawings. Vee slowly and carefully took them all. She gave the paper a sniff, looked at Luz, and then looked up to Camila, a underlying question in her eyes. Camila just gave an encouraging nod, hoping Vee would figure out the right thing to do on her own.

And so Vee held up one of the drawings and, out of nowhere, started nibbling the corner of it.

"Oh, no, no, no!" Camila exclaimed as she took the drawings from Vee all while Luz sincerely giggled.

"Those aren't for eating silly!" Luz explained. "They're for inspiration!"

"Inspiration?" Now Camila was confused as she looked back at the stick figures.

"Yeah! Papi said that it'd be hard for Vee to fit in because she's a snake! But because she can shapeshift, she can look like anybody she wants! So I drew people Vee can look like so she can be human and go to school with me!"

"...Manny!" Camila called, her voice having that 'You're in trouble' tone to it.

"I also explained that it wasn't that simple," Manny said as he finally entered the room. "There was other things to consider like what do we do if a person asks where Vee came from."

"Those are future things to worry about!" Luz said. "Mami says to solve a problem one step at a time! Making Vee look human is the first step!"

"Mija, it's more complicated than that," Camila told her, handing the drawings back to Vee. She then got off the couch and knelt down to Luz, meeting her at her level. "It's sweet that you want to help Vee, but we can't just simply say that some girl belongs to us. They'll ask questions, they'll want to see proof."

"Like the birthday proof and the documentaries?"

"What?"

"Proof of birth and documents," Manny added in quickly. "Sorry, that's my bad. I forgot I was talking to a seven-year-old."

Camila rolls her eyes before focusing back on Luz. "Well, yes, we will need those things if we want people to not...question the random child we have in our custody. Legally, we will need evidence and I'm not even sure we can do that."

"Right," Manny agreed. "We can't just walk up to a government building and ask if we can just go to some place and ask if we can fill out a form to adopt a child...Wait, can we?"

"I...have no idea. Might actually have to look into that..."

"You see?! It's not impossible!" Luz cheered. "Vee can be a part of us if we try!"

Camila and Manny share a look, a silent conversation passing between them of whether or not this really is possible. And, if it is, can it be something they can really do?

"...We'll talk about it," Camila decided. "At least, we'll figure something out this weekend. Until then, while what you did was sweet, I don't think Vee can just transform herself based on your drawings. She's probably going to need something a little more--"

As she was talking, Camila turned around to look at Vee only for her words to die down. The tiny basilisk was no longer the one sitting on the couch. Instead, it was a little girl, no bigger than Luz, with tan skin, round cheeks, wearing a yellow dress, and had a mop of dirty blonde hair with bits of blue in it. The little girl held up one of Luz's drawings that looked like a crude version of herself.

"I liked this one," the girl said, her voice exactly like Vee's. Because it was Vee, and that realization stunned the whole Noceda family into silence.

Luz was the first one to make a noise, which was an excited little "Squee!"

[graves4girls]

☆ boarded up | hobie brown

✩ summary: skate date, moreso he skates and you watch. ✮ word count: 1.06k ⚠︎ warning(s): fem!reader side note: he carries his board the same way anderw garfield's peter parker does cuz i said so also don't clown me on the slang i tried so hard to get it right ✧ be sure to check out my work on ao3 ⇢ gravesforgirls !!

Meeting his skater friends for the first time, and you're so nervous because what if they don't think you're cool enough, or that you're an absolute mess on a board, or that you're just so painfully in the way of everything..? You're anxiously biting at the skin on your bottom lip the entire walk to the skatepark, nearly chewing it raw before he catches your bad habit and reaches an arm out to let his hand catch your chin, thumb gently tugging to pull your lip from between your teeth, scolding you gently for the harmful coping mechanism before pulling you closer to snake his arm around your shoulders. He assures you that it's all in your head, that you're making it out to be worse than it's going to be.

"Need you to cotch, yeah? I promise you'll be fine. You're overthinkin' it."

You struggle to keep up with his long strides despite his hold on you, but you nod wordlessly and continue to let him pull you along, eyeing the rapidly darkening sky. His hand absentmindedly rubs circles into your arm, drawing you closer to bump into his side, and the tension in your shoulders loosens a bit as he rambles on about something you're not quite listening to.

"Hobie! Over here!"

Your head turns to the voice as you step into the small parking lot of the park, gaze falling on the group of guys huddled at one of benches planted in front of the slab of concrete, and you nestle into his side as he follows it. 

"Safe, man. How's it?" He looks around the park, quirking an eyebrow. "Bit dry, innit?"

"It's getting dark. Park's gonna close soon."

He hums, shrugging his shoulders. "Didn't realize how late it was. We still got some time, yeah? Wanna practice a few tricks."

You've yet to introduce yourself, opting to cling to his side as he talks. That is, until one of his friends turns to meet your gaze, and you flush a bit.

"What 'bout you, love? You know any cool tricks?"

You still for a moment before you shake your head a bit, balling the back of his vest in your hand the slightest as he looks down at you. "I'm still learning. Haven't tried anything past ollies and pop shove-its."

"Give yourself some credit, babe. She's mad for a beginner. Stuck a sick ollie in two weeks. Some thanks to her incredible teacher."

You roll your eyes at his gloat, and you hate the way your cheeks burn when he continues to compliment you to his friends, sinking into his side in an attempt to disappear from the embarrassing attention.

You watch him attempt the same trick for the tenth time, groaning when he slips up once again, sending the board flying off the floor and into the path of rocks near the entrance, right beside the bench you're situated on. You stand to fetch the board, giving him a small smile as he approaches you. 

"We have to go soon. If you stay much longer, security's gonna kick you out."

He sucks his teeth, raising his eyebrows with low lids as he looks down at you. "I ain't leaving till I land this. How 'bout a kiss? For good luck."

He leans down to level his face with yours, that stupid smug grin pulling at his lips as you roll your eyes once more, pressing the board to his chest as you move closer to leave a feather-light kiss to his lips. He gives a slight pout as you draw back, big hand coming up to cradle the back of your head, drawing you closer to kiss you properly, and you can't help the way you melt into him, though you curse yourself for being so easily coerced when he pulls back with an even wider grin, straightening and throwing you a wink as he steps back onto the concrete floor. You nearly scurry away in embarrassment when you hear whoops and quips from his friends as he drops the board to the floor.

You settle back onto the cold metal bench, hugging your knees to your chest as you watch him, and your arms shoot up in victory as he finally lands it, the slightest bit of relief at the realization that you can finally go home washing over you as he jogs up to you, dropping a quick kiss to your lips with a smile.

"Told you a kiss would work. You got magic lips."

You scrunch your nose at his words, lazily shoving his face away as he grins. "Don't ever say that again, you weirdo." 

He plops down beside you, catching his breath a bit as he slumps against your side, head resting on your shoulder. "Did it look as cool as it felt?" He tilts his head to look up at you through his lashes, and you want to just absolutely smother him in kisses right then.

"It looked awesome. And it only took…fifteen tries." 

He grumbles quietly at your tease, sneaking an arm around your waist to hug you close, pressing his face into your neck to leave a trail of soft kisses across your throat. You want to let him continue, but the prying eyes of his friends has you pushing him away, cheeks hot to the touch. He follows your gaze, throwing up a half-hearted middle finger.

"Watch, dickheads. Mind your own." He waves them off, leaning into you as he turns back, pressing one more kiss to your lips. "Let's go. 'M done in."

The walk back to his small apartment is short, and cold, but the sting of the cool wind is lessened with the way he's clinging to you, lips never leaving your neck as you pad down the sidewalk, big hands wrapped tight around your waist, fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

"You can't at least wait till we get to the apartment?"

He hums against your cold skin, not once pulling away. "Nope. Ya' just look so pretty." His voice rumbles in his chest, reverberating off your soft skin and giving you goosebumps across your exposed skin, and he chortles quietly at the involuntary reaction. "Don't look like you're too mad about it, innit."

You're thankful he can't really see how flushed you are, god knows he'd tease you to no end. 

[echoalyssa]

Hockey Player Pietro

Warning? NSFW, unprotected sex. male x female.

You're standing by the locker rooms scrolling through your Instagram feed. It's littered with the news of the 29ers winning the tournament, undefeated. The team from Sokovia beating out all of the US teams in a foreign country. Pietro features on half of the posts, arms wrapped around his teammates and sporting a grin.

He had always been the star of the team, moving faster than what seemed possible. He was always right where he needed to be even if it seemed impossible.

The crowd is still going wild, drunk hockey parents and spectators milling around.

They're still on the ice, taking pictures with the trophy and talking to the coaches. Or so you thought, because suddenly you're being shoved backwards. Your back hits the door and then you fall backwards. Kind of.

His gloved hands are gripping your waist as your back hits the now closed door. You don't have to see to know that it's him. You hear plastic hitting the ground and know that he's just tossed his helmet to the floor.

"Hi Piet!"

"Hey baby." He breathes.

He reaches out, slapping at the wall until he hits the light switch.

He's drenched, hair dripping. He's smelly too but you'd spent so much time with him like this that unfortunately you were used to it. You mainly handled the cleaning of his hockey bag and his equipment because when Pietro did it he just shoved it all in a pile in the closet.

His mouth is on yours before you can ask why he's shoved you into a locker room when he should be celebrating with his team. The kiss is almost harsh, he's working your mouth open with his tongue. He groans against your mouth, your tongues swirling together.

He steps back abruptly, separating your bodies to rip off his gloves. He chucks them into the corner that his helmet is currently in. He's radiating heat even through all the gear.

Pietro's hand snakes into your hair, thumb on your cheek as he pulls you back in for another intense kiss. He nudges your thighs apart with his knee. He releases your mouth to latch onto your neck, shoving his hands under your shirt.

You whine and melt into his touch.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?"

He groans, pulling back and removing his knee to shove your sweatpants down to your knees. You gasp, fisting his jersey.

His fingers dip down, brushing against where you need them most for just a fraction of a second.

"Piet!"

He rips them away and shoves his pants and pads downwards, revealing himself to you. You've seen him countless times, but he still takes your breath away.

"I can't wait." He growls into your neck.

He hitches your leg up over his hip, securing it there with his hand as he drags his head against you. It finally finally reaches your sweet spot and his hips stutter forward.

The two of you gasp simultaneously.

Your boyfriend yanks his jersey upwards, exposing his stomach. He ducks his head to watch where the two of you meet and starts a brutal rhythm.

The palm of his hand is covering your mouth in a bad attempt to muffle the noises that he's drawing from you.

It's not just the way he feels but the emotions that he's riding on and the risk of being caught.

You're too loud for where you are but you can't do anything to stop it.

He's gasping into your neck. He's heavy and clunky and hot and his gear is digging into your thigh but you're so close already that your eyes are stinging with tears.

"Oh my god. Oh my god." You whisper.

"Yeah baby." He coos, rolling one of your nipples between his thumb and middle finger.

It's like he's just shoved you off a cliff and suddenly you're falling. All you can do is grab at his shoulders, your nails leaving lines in his back.

You sob and his palm presses harder against your mouth as your body spasms around him.

"Fuck." He hisses, his rhythm growing sloppy.

He presses himself as close to you as he can possibly get and then with a low groan and a string of expletives, he cums.

The two of you stay pressed together for a few minutes and then he grins at you. He slides your sweatpants back up your legs, taps your ass and then collects his gear from the floor. He swings the door open.

"You look like you just had sex."

You stick your tongue out at him and follow him through the door.

[beebobeebo]

Title: Shit, Kid.

Fandom: Justified

Characters: Raylan Givens, wee Willa Givens , & Tim Gutterson

Relationship: Tim Gutterson x Raylan Givens (Givenson)

Summary: The world is so dire I wrote kid fic.

This is either my brain rebelling against writing blowjobs or having rewatched The Mandalorian.

Also, the swear jar bit is stolen from my stepdad. He still owes me thirty-four goddamn dollars.

Notes: Hippos causes an estimated 500 deaths annually. It'll come up.

"Seriously?" Tim is looking at the little blonde muppet version of Raylan sitting at the kitchen table.

"You gonna tell Dan that I can't find a sitter when you're right here?" Raylan is aggressively tugging on his jacket. "Winona and Richard are sick." Raylan is a whirl of hand motions. "Just gotta turn on cartoons and order dinner. I'll be back before either of you miss me."

Raylan grabs his hat and presses a kiss to his daughter's hair. "Hey, kiddo, Tim's gonna watch you for a little bit."

"Why Tim?" Willa asks with an impressive level of peevishness, which is what you have to call it when a kid is being a dick. She's all of six, but she'd out-Givens Arlo on one of her bad days. Shit, she rests at Raylan-levels while idly playing with her Legos.

"I'm here because, legally, you can't be left alone," Tim answers honestly as he sits down on Raylan's couch.

"Thanks, Tim. Makin' me feel good about this," Raylan says dryly. "Be good, kiddo. Tim's just here to keep the house from burnin' down and feed you dinner."

Raylan plants another kiss on the top of Willa's head. "Be good."

"You already said that," Tim and Willa say in unison. Raylan pinches the bridge of his nose and squints hard at one then the other.

"Bye, Daddy," Willa says without looking up from where she's coloring aggressively.

"Bring back beer," Tim says as he leans forward to grab the remote off the coffee table.

"And ice cream," Willa says still looking at her drawing.

Raylan shakes his head as he walks out the door shouting, "Love you!"

Willa and Tim grumble vague responses at the same time. The pair look at each other and stare for a long moment. Tim's afraid this is a wolf situation. If he breaks first, she'll establish dominance. She holds up her drawing between them. Tim is choosing to generously interpret it as a snake.

"You gonna tell me what that is?"

Willa snorts. "It's you, Tim."

"I'm a snake. I know you're only in the first grade, but that's a weak metaphor, Willa-Wisp"

"No. The snake ate you," Willa explains. "It's digesting you. Their whole body is full of their digestive system."

"Charming," Tim leans back in the couch cushions and clicks on the TV. "Tell me when you get hungry."

Tim idly clicks through the channels trying to ignore the unnerving shuffling sound from behind him. When something grabs his ankle he yells, "Fuck!"

"You owe me a quarter for my swear jar," Willa says from beneath the couch.

"You're running a racket. That stops bein' cute and starts bein' a crime at a certain point." He lifts his ass far enough off the couch to pull out his wallet. "Put it on my damn tab," he says as he holds a ten-dollar bill down by his feet. It's quickly snatched away.

Willa appears at his elbow with the unnerving speed of a child. This is why you don't fuck with horror movie kids. You punt the possessed bastards and run.

"Can I help you, ma'am?"

"Daddy likes you. Sometimes he talks about you when you're not here," she says with a flippant hand wave that's Raylan made over.

"He does the same thing with you. He's very proud of you. You know that, right?" Tim asks. He wouldn't call Raylan perfect, but he was a damn sight better than either of them had known. Raylan loved the shit out of this tiny funhouse mirror of himself.

"He's my daddy," she says matter-of-factly. "Everyone's daddy is proud of them."

"Yeah, sure," Tim says, cycling through channels. Who still has cable?

"Daddy's proud of you," Willa says as she invites herself into Tim's personal space.

Do not engage, Gutterson.

"Yeah?"

Damn it.

"He says you make bad things go away before they even get close," Willa explains as she situates herself in Tim's lap. "Like real far away."

Oh for fuck's sake Raylan.

"I guess I do," Tim admits. "I had to go to special school for it."

"Do you love Daddy?" Willa asks staring directly into his soul. God. Maybe she was possessed.

"Yeah. I even like him most of the time," Tim admits dragging his hand down his face. "Guessin' you still do, too?"

Willa is giving him the look. He knows that look. It's usually angled down at him, though. Goddamn, did this kid only get Winona's hair?

"Of course you do, he's your daddy." Tim smooths her hair. God, who the fuck was he right now?

"Richard loves me, too," She says as her face becomes eyebrows and her little jaw twitches.

"Listen, Wisp, you're only six, but you're comin' off real desperate here. You're tryin' to force me to say somethin'." Tim sighs as he leans back in the cushions and adjusts the kid so they're both comfortable. "Never force anyone to say that. Alright?"

She eyes him. He stares right back. Wolf rules. She blinks.

"Okay. But you are my friend," she says with a nod. "Can we have mac n' cheese for dinner?"

"Hell yeah, we can," he says as he snatches the remote back up. "We can also watch something with robots. No animal shows. You're learnin' some messed up shit from those."

"Like how hippos kill a lot of people?"

"Damn it, Willa. Would you just watch Voltron?"

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Raylan comes home to a house that smells like neon powdered cheese, has a trail of purple glitter in the carpet, and some weird shit with lion robots playing on the TV.

"Tim?"

"Shut up, man," Tim's voice hisses from the hallway Raylan tosses his hat and jacket on the couch as he heads toward the voice.

"Guessin' she's asleep?" Raylan passes Tim to look into Willa's room. He smiles softly and looks back at Tim. "See. You managed."

"Had to get all the way to Rivendell in The Hobbit before she nodded off," Tim says with a small smile.

Raylan heads down the hallway to his room. Tim follows after a final peek to make sure Willa's not drooling on the book tucked into bed with her.

"Hey." Tim grabs Raylan from behind by the hips and pulls him against his chest. "You didn't bring back beer or ice cream."

Raylan lets his head fall back against Tim's.

"You had fun," he accuses with a smile.

"Fuck you," Tim says into Raylan's hair.

"You didn't hear about the new swear jar?" Raylan turns to face Tim.

"Don't worry. I've got a three-dollar credit."

[pinkandhobiqueen]

I need modern hualian adopting little Wei Ying abo au, but like. With main families as the most influential people in China, smth like chaebol in Korea (like, the Jins could be taking care of the jewelry business, because they're rich, so they can have a bunch of mines with gold and diamonds all around the world and the Nies could be producing things for the military, like guns and stuff)

And Hua Cheng is this new, young money guy, who's hella successful. He's taking care of the whole "underworld", like mafia and stuff, maybe he killed his ex boss or smth, and he opened new, big company, whose making cars and technology or he opened a bunch of clubs and casinos, smth like that. And Xie Lian is an ex model, a fashion designer, he inherited his company from his parents and it's really, really popular and successful

So to the main plot, Hualian can't have kids, they tried countless times and Xie Lian miscarried a lot of times, and he's in the hospital and Hua Cheng met little A-Ying in there, whose parents just died in a car accident. And they both instantly have a connection and so hualian adopts this little kid (background, before the last miscarriage, they made a deal with eo, that if it won't work out, they will adopt) so A-Ying is like they miracle baby and a few weeks later he's theirs and happy and a new heir to their companies

And it would end with Wangxian of course. Like. I can see that, maybe they're in the same school, falling in love and just being happy. And some angst there's too. Oh, and Wei Ying is a model for his dad's company! And a painter! And he likes to draw some of his own fashion designs! And his golden boy, whatever he tries he nails it and so he can play instruments and he loves sport. And he's totally a badass, so maybe boxing or smth. And he has a motorcycle! But he's bad at cooking obviously and some other "omega stuff", like cleaning, being always nice and respectful (excuse me, have you met his father?) and polite and silent etc.

And so like. I can see a few scenes. Like, all of the big families gave max. 5 years till Hua Cheng's company fall and boom, it was like 20 years and he became even more powerful (and rich) than all of them together so they want him in their little circle and he's like "nah, I don't need you for anything, I don't want your little noses in my business" and they met for that in like their usual, favorite gentleman's club to discuss it with him and then San Lang's like "nope, bye, but the drinks are on me tho", because he owns that club apparently (which they didn't know about) and so they talk with the bartender and they're like " yeah, the new boss is more scary, but he treats us right and if you want some business with him, I suggest going through his husband. What do you mean you don't know who that is, I believe your suits are of his project")

And another one! So they have dinner at Hualian's summer house with all of them (just to make them stop pestering him. And maybe because Hua Cheng kinda wants to show them they're places for approaching his husband with that silly idea of theirs to "work together") when also the wives and the kids go there and E-ming's a dog (Tibetan mastiff, this scary, fluffy, majestic giant), A-Ying's dog (because he loves them actually, some dog was there with him when he's biological parents died and he crawled out of the car while waiting for the help to arrive, who was called by the owner of said dog/stranger who called for help) and there was a dog who stayed with him the whole time, before the rescue team arrieved) and it was his first request when he moved in with Hualian, and Hua Cheng was like "you know what, that's a great idea. My little omega son's gotta have the best and most scary fucking guardian when we can't see him when he's in the other fucking room, I'm fucking on it". And Wei Ying and Xie Lian have pet snakes! White Ruoye and Black Chenching!

And about the world building, the main families are very traditional and closed off (like Lans for example) and so they're like "fuck Omega rights" and then there's Xie Lian, who owns his own fashion company and is doing charity and he's very loved and influential (and a badass) and they're like "woah, how can his alpha allow him to do that" and when they meet they're son who's like "so you think I'm as pretty as my dad? Woah, thank you for the complement, but I'm adopted actually". And of course Jin Guangyao wants to have some connection with them so he's like "I know that my wife promised her bestie that our children will marry, but hear me out-"

And of course as soon as they adopted little A-Ying they changed his surname and destroyed all of the records that he was in that accident, so no one would ask him questions in the future, so he won't have to relive the trauma again, so the Jiangs don't know that Wei Ying is Wei Ying, because he's Hua Ying now and yeah. And I hadn't decide yet if I want to do Jiang Fengmian dirty, but maybe he wanted the little omega son of his ex right hand man to marry his own son but yeah, I don't know. Maybe. But for sure, Jiang Fengmian and Lady Ziyuan married just because they slept with eo and she became pregnant young. And I don't know what to do about the Wens, but I want Wen Ning and Wen Qing to be Wei Ying's besties, like. Yeah

Like, you don't understand, I have this in my head and I can't stop thinking about it and I want to read it so bad, but there's no modern aus with hualian adopting Wei Wuxian and I'm so desperate that I would write it myself, but I don't have this much time and skils, please someone competent do it. I wish fics could just appear themselves when we think about them

[pollopom]

Some of Zato's / Eddie's character art and what they make me feel, a thread ✨️

(pollo gets nsfw-ish)

Missing Link (but not really):

WHY ARE YOU SO WIDE

i wanna draw like this tbh

the pose is peak

Eddie snake looks sick

this is just cool and im gonna kiss him

GGX:

Eddie looks like a sperm

your chest is SO WIDE

he kinda looks like Johnny Bravo lol

GGX too:

i have nothing funny to say this art is literally so good

GGXX:

oomf got a haircut

Zato looks short for some reason huehue

probably one of my least favorites

it's not bad it just doesn't have that oomph

Isuka:

GUH!!!

this artwork makes me SO FUCKING INSANE

FERAL GRHARGAHR

CHEWING THIS ART AND SPITTING IT BACK OUT

this is fucked up in the best kind of way

also the shading is goals

Accent Core:

would (talking about Eddie)

Eddie just enjoys posing Zato's corpse it seems (it's his only toy)

no matter how long i look at it i still can't tell what's going on with Eddie's body

Zato looks GREEN

he was left out of the fridge a little bit too long

Xrd:

GRRR

i want to punch him in the face (affectionate)

they practiced this one

the hand over Zato's hip-

im convinced he's wearing a latex bodysuit

literally a whore

Strive:

GRRR

beefcake

they hit the gym

the pose the shadow the claws

GRRRRRRR

they're melting into each other do i need to elaborate

still a whore

HONORABLE MENTION ❗️❗️❗️

i dont remember where this is from Accent Core i think:

my eyes left my sockets the first time i saw this

made me cum

i am not nearly as eloquent to put into words why i like this so much so people are gonna think im weird

i guess i like the juxtaposition or eroticism and death

this does things to my brain

literally the monkey meme

oh yeah this art is in my pinned lol