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tomatoswup · 1 year

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phone calls

summary: two old rotary phones begin the connection between two souls. One from the past and another from the future.

warnings: angst, literally angst, sad vash :(, hurt/comfort but its not the comfort you think it is. kinda more like an acceptance comfort

pairing:vash x reader

-inspired by the movie "The Lake House"

A/N: am i a fiend for writing angst? yes. do I like reading it? NOPE. wanted to get this out before I hustled on school work hehe. But fun fact this was originally longer but I rewrote and condensed it b/c I thought it was too long for just a one shot lost media typa beat. honestly i don't think i wrote this right but fuck it we ball. I recommend reading this with the saddest song you have bookmarked. Enjoy!~

"Hmmm...Well you got some personality to you.” You mumbled, staring at the old red vintage rotary phone sitting in front of you. How did you come to achieve this old relic of time? Well in short terms, you liked to think about it like an equation.

Old attic + mischievous white cat = you adventuring to go find said cat and to your dismay, said cat scares the living ever hell out of you making you lose balance and fall backwards into endless towers of boxes.

Fun times right?

Those bruises weren't gonna be….

But that was the least of your problems at the moment. As expected, the rotary phone suddenly started to ring, shaking and clicking in itself, making you sigh in disappointment. Grabbing the phone, you yanked it up to your ear “Hey, yeah I don’t think this is gonna work.” You deadpanned “Now we know that we're always gonna be connected, what is this? The 5th time?"

"Damn and I thought you hanging up would’ve solved the problem. I don't think we could connect with anyone else though! I asked the farmer about it and he had no idea!" Chirped the male on the other side of the line.

Of course! It sounded like a normal conversation between two individuals but even Einstein himself would've been baffled at these circumstances. Imagine this, you find an old phone and you had been playfully talking into it until a voice actually responds without it being connected. Strange right? And no, you were sure you hadn't been seeing any strange figures on the sides of your vision.

Now here you were, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on alongside the man who had introduced himself as Vash The Stampede.

"21st century my ass, Google isn't doing shit!"

"Wait hold on now, did you just say 21st?"

"Yeah? Something wrong?"

"Uh well.. It's just that its actually the 32nd century."

You blink a few times "No, it's not. My calender literally says it's the 21st century. It's general knowledge."

"No I'm pretty sure its the 32nd century!" Vash snapped back.

Silence filled the air on both sides.

"WAIT A MINUTE-"

And thats how the unknown man from the future and you hit it off.

After this discovery, the two of you talked on the phone for a while, sharing things about each of your own time periods. And you slowly found yourself enjoying the conversations you would have with Vash who you soon found out, was pretty goofy in his own way, but kind. And unknowingly, Vash felt the same way.

What was an accidental and odd situation turned into practically an everyday thing for the both of you now.

After work, you always looked forwards to that red phone on your nightstand until one day, you decided to decorate it with cute little stickers because why not?

After all, it was fasinating to hear things about the future. Sometimes you'd laugh at the way Vash described it, like something out of an old wild west movie.

"It's all just desert! Really!" He groaned out as you chuckled, holding the phone to your ear with your shoulder as you put books and CD's away on your bookshelf "At least you can make some cool sandcastles or something!"

"With what water?"

"Your tears." Snorting, you listen on as he whined through the receiver. "Hey but just imagine me helping you build them! Makes it hurt less."

Vash let out a exaggerating sigh "But seriously, it's not always sunny were you live?" He asked curiously.

"Nope!" You smiled, slipping one of your favorite books into place "It changes every so often really. Depending on the season." You hummed out, looking out the window to your right to see the drenching rain down with its spring showers.

"Season?"

"Sometimes it rains and sometimes it gets super cold. Other days it just gets too hot and if we're lucky, we get days with perfect temperatures. Its never the same but I guess that's the beauty to it here. Every day is a new sight no one could really get tired of. "

Or a new headache.

Vash stayed quiet on the line, and you imagined how he looked like deep in thought. Eyebrows furrowed, his supposed pointy blonde hair messily spread out across his pillow, and eyes as blue as the sky looking up at the ceiling in concentration.

…Okayyy that’s enough out of you.

He didn't say the eye part himself but you liked to ponder on the idea.

"That sounds beautiful.."

And to that, you smiled. "Yeah, it kinda is."

But something in your head made you stop and look down at the book you had in hand, unsure if you wanted to say anything.

"Hey Vash.."

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry that I'm the only person you could really reach with this thing. I know you really wanted to talk to your friends.."

"Why are you apologizing? It's not everyday I talk to someone from the past! From even before No Mans Land!”

You sigh and slip the final book away to which Vash adds in one more sentence. "And even if you weren't, I like talking to you."

You scoff in good humor "You're lying blonde."

"NO I"M NOT!" Vash gasps out dramatically "Oh how you hurt me so!"

"Hardy har har." You chuckled, shoving a box of things you wanted stored away in the corner of your room. "At least I know I'm speaking to someone as beautiful as the nightsky!" He huffed out trying to sound manlier.

“Yeah? Now how could you tell that?"

"Because I know a pretty and kind soul when I hear it."

E-Excuse me?

Your face flushes red "Alright cowboy are you trying to soften me up?"

"Pftttttt nooooooo~"

Your conversations never ceased to end, and when talking to Vash about practically everything, it felt...comforting. To know there was someone to listen to your struggles, and listen to his own. It felt so intimate.

Sharing about your life on Earth, the things you do and him speaking about his own life and travels around his home planet.

One day, Vash and you had been talking for the night and he mentioned something that gave you a sense of familiarity.

PROJECT SEEDS.

A large project that's been reported on the news for more than a few months now so of course you caught onto that. You've watched their segment on TV before. Something about bringing life to other planets?

You knew the Earth was dying, scientists had announced that someday in the nearing future, the very sun that shone down on you, would destroy you. But did that really matter to you anymore?

The project had been accepting registrations for boarding their new ship incase it happened. Your sister got to register in time but you had been too late. All the slots were filled.

That was a very odd day to say the least.

But that didn't stop you from speaking to Vash.

"Vash, do you ever think you'll see me in the future?" You pondered one night as you were cuddled up in your blankets, the cold being unbearable this winter season.

"Well, I hope so. Sometimes it gets tiring speaking into a thing of metal and plastic hehe.." You could practically hear him playfully grin through the receiver.

You gripped the handle of the phone tight as tears threatened to leave the corner of your eyes.

"I hope I get to see you one day Vash.."

He went quiet for a moment.

"I do too.."

That night, you slept with the phone held to your chest as the fluttering feeling in your stomach never ceased. And you didn't want it to.

Vash had made it a routine to call you every night at exactly midnight to check in on how you were since he couldn't really do it in person either way. And every time he called, it felt as if he heard your voice for the first time all over again. The warmth in his chest made him smile when you answered the phone with the nervous pitch in your voice.

"Vash?"

He found it theraputic to listen as you talked about your day, the normalicy and peace No Man's Land and that his own life had lacked.

Hanging out with friends, reading in libraries, and more.

How he loved it.. Hearing you speak so fondly, so excited, it felt refreshing to Vash.

You were full of life

And Vash wouldn’t trade it for anything.

With every time you spoke his name, he felt like melting into a puddle. He just wanted to hear you repeat his name over and over again, and no, he'll never get tired of it. He could spend an eternity laying in the dusty bed of the farmer’s home just listening to your voice. Listening to your worries, your hopes, and the momentary jokes you would tell him.

But as the days passed, after one full year and a half of the two of you speaking over the old rotary phone, you answered the phone one night with a change clear to Vash. You sounded so weak, so sickly and out of breath.

"Are you alright?" He asked, hearing loud shuffling and things falling on the other line.

"I-I'm fine!" You coughed out as Vash peeked out the old wooden window in the room he was staying in, spotting Wolfwood and the broadcasting girls waiting for him to join them.

"Are you sure?" He breathed out in honest concern, feeling his fingers fiddling with the hem of his sleeve.

"I'm fine Vash, seriously." Your voice weakly echoed through the receiver "Just a little sick, that's all.."

"Please make sure to get some rest okay? I'll ring you when I come back."

"Promise?"

"I promise lov-" Vash caught himself, quickly shutting his mouth.

"Hm?" You hummed out in question.

"Sorry a fly got caught in my throat! Hahaha!" He played off before sighing.

"Take care of yourself, for me okay?"

"I will, I will.." Before Vash put the phone back onto the base, you said one more thing.

"Love you." And with that, the familiar ding of the phone receiver on the other line rang through Vash's ear, signifiying the end of the call.

And Vash was left in utter silence and awe. Love. Love you said. Him?

A fond expression instinctively grew on his face, yet the churning feeling in his stomach wasn't one of butterflies, but one of dread. He couldn't help but leave with the gut feeling that something was wrong.

When Vash returned back to his room and picked up the phone at the same time the two of you would call each other at every day, there was no reponse.

He called your name and no sound came out of the other end. So he put the phone back down onto the base and lifted it back up again to his ear as the same dread slowly seeped into his chest. The room was starting to feel a bit more heavier than usual.

"Hello?" He breathed out nervously as he felt his forehead start to sweat.

"Come on.." He muttered to himself worriedly. Maybe you weren't home in time and had gone to the doctor. Yeah, maybe that's the reason. So Vash left the phone alone for the night for the first time but the prodding feeling in his chest didn't leave.

He tried the next night.

No response.

Maybe you had stayed over your parents' for the day.

He kept the phone by him whilst he napped, waiting for the ring of the phone to wake him up like an alarm, but that didn't come.

He tried the next night, the next night, and continued for the next 3 months until finally.

One night, Vash just stared at the old red phone that hadn’t rung since that day, anticipating at least one final call, one last goodbye from you. Sitting on the bed side, he kept his eyes on the phone until finally Vash couldn’t hold it anymore and cried. Clear waters falling down his cheeks as he tightly held the phone to his chest in desperation.

Did you forget about him?

Did you find the love of your life and decided not to bother with him anymore?

'Come back.'

'Dont leave me please.'

'I love you."

'Please speak to me.'

The string of desparate thoughts ran through his mind as the burning sensation grew in his chest. He can't breathe. He gasped for air as his quiet wails filled the night.

Don't go.

The morning after Vash permanently left the farmer's residence. Of course, he took the phone along too, incase you ever decided to ring back but to Vash's dismay, it never did.

And Vash thought back to you, from time to time, stil wondering if you remembered about the red phone that sat in your room and the idiot blonde on the other side of it.

2 years had passed since that night, and both Vash and the gang found themselves in the city of Augusta for their annual merchant gathering, an event in which all the merchants from around the planet come and trade their valuables or tools in a big, single event.

Crowds of people flooded the streets as the stands were all surrounded to the brim. Vash had been walking beside Wolfwood, who was talking about some bounty hunters causing trouble around when something red caught his eye from an stand that they had walked past, causing Vash to stop in his tracks. Eyes widening in realization, he rushed over to the stall, leaving Wolfwood in the dust.

"H-Hey where are you going!?!" Wolfwood called out but Vash ignored him. His leather clothed hands slammed down on the stall table, the young man who managed the stall yelping in surprise.

"H-HOW CAN I HELP YOU?!" The man nervously shouted out as Vash reached over and picked up a very familiar red rotary phone "Where did you get this!?" He exclaimed in urgency. "How'd you get this!?"

"I-I-" The young man quickly cleared his throat and regained his composure at the sudden burst from the tall blonde-spiked haired man.

"It's a very old device! Back during the old days according to my great-grandmother!"

Vash looked down at the red phone, very dusty but he was able to make out the sticker decorations and doodles that were scattered around on it. Inspecting it more, he turned it around to the back and saw something melancholic.

"12:00 PM Midnight" was written on the back of the base with black marker. The time the two of you would call each other every night those years ago.

"Sorry, is.. is there anyone I could talk to about this?" Vash apologized, giving the young man a somber smile as he held the phone to himself, as if someone were going to rip it away from his grasp.

The man observed Vash for a moment, before nodding and giving Vash directions to his great-grandmother's home, right outside the border of Augusta.

"There you are!" Wolfwoods' voice rang out angrily behind him "The hell did you see now?!"

Vash turned to Wolfwood and simply gave him a smile "We're gonna be paying a visit."

It didn't take long to reach the old worn down home and greet the owner of the property, a small old lady to which surprised Wolfwood that she hadn't kicked the bucket yet.

Vash, of course, elbowed him in the rib for that one.

Seeing the phone in Vash's arms, the lady let out a small smile "My, I haven't seen that phone since I was a child..." She quickly showed Vash and Wolfwood inside, explaining how the phone came to be here.

"According to my grandfather, our lineage began with two sibilngs who were born and raised on Earth. When Earth neared its end, the daughter of the family was able to escape whilst the other sibling unknowingly stayed behind on Earth."

The old lady snapped her fingers to Wolfwood and waved him over "Be a dear for me and put this on the table."

Watching Wolfwood put a very old and deteriorating box on the table, the lady continued.

"Well, the sibling died before the daughter left Earth, so in attempt to preserve her family's memories, the daughter took some of her siblings' things, something to remember them by."

The old lady points to the phone in Vash's arm "That was one of them. And here-" The lady patted on side of the box "-are the things she was able to take with her. Check them out yourself." She softly motioned Vash to come closer with her frail, wrinkled hand.

Hesitating for just a second, he took slow and steady steps towards the box, biting the inside of his cheek in attempt to not just cry.

Damn, he sure felt like a cry baby these days.

Putting the phone down besides the box, Vash reached into the box and pulled out various things. Old shirts, CDs, a wallet, wired headphones, books, and something he never thought he'd ever see in fine print that made his breath hitch.

A colored photo I.D and on the side of it, your full name printed in black.

It was you.

These were your things, these shirts you've worn, the CDs you've listened to, the wallet you used in your day-to-day life, but he kept his eyes on the I.D.

Vash stared at your photo, the features you've described to him once were in his hands, proof of your existence.

He couldn't hold it anymore, how could he? Silent tears ran down his face as the small giggles he let out, turned into full on laughter.

He laughed and laughed whilst holding the I.D close to his heart.

You didn't purposely leave him.

You hadn’t meant to.

The same gracious laughter morphed into sobs as he grabbed everything he had taken out of the box, and enveloped them tightly into his arms.

This was the first time he was able to physically feel you, even if you weren't there yourself. He wished the smell of the favorite perfume you had gotten one day had still lingered onto your shirts, he wished he could've shared and listened to your favorite music alongside you. And he wished you were beside him, looking through all these things with him. He wanted to hear you reminsce your past and your present again.

Oh he wished.

Vash spent hours at the old ladies' home, looking and observing every single one of your belongings. There were some he remembered you talking to him about, and others he didn't recognize.

But it was time for him to leave and Vash knew it.

Looking up at the sky outside, he softly smiled, caressing the small compartment he had your I.D pocketed in.

"C'mon needle-noggin. Time to get your ass moving!" Wolfwood shouted ahead of him.

Letting out a large exhale, Vash muttered out a few words before running to catch up with the priest "Wait up!"

Behind him, two objects were left behind in the sand, placed neatly besides a metal nameplate.

The two red cherry rotary phones glistened in the sun, one filled with stickers and the other covered in dirt and scuff marks as your name plate, that had been cleaned of any dirt or scratches, continued to sit in peace as the windy breeze passed on by.

"I'll live on. For the both of us."

#but its ok yall together in the next life :D #i made vash cry too much but he's such a sweetheart im sorry #vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader #trigun imagines #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun angst #vash imagine #one shot #no sugarcoating straight angst half way through #trigun stampede x reader #was not physical comfort but instead acceptance comfort #was gonna write a bonus paragraph but my eyes burn i've reread this too many times #i have procrastinated on exactly 3 assignments that are due today #vash the stampede #trigun headcanons #i'll edit it later

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punsmaster69 · 6 months

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24/OCT/20XX

[There's some stickers attached to this page. Sparkly stars, fall-themed ones, dog ones, and some colorful hearts. In the corner, a blue and purple heart have been stuck next to each other. It looks like an attempt to remove them was made, as the blue heart has a small tear.]

"Here."

to my forearm: stick.

"thanks."

"Here."

to my coat sleeve: stick.

"thanks."

"Here."

to my hand: stick.

"..thanks."

"Here."

to my forehead: stick.

"......"

"gonna just paste 'em all on me?"

"Only the ugly ones."

"ok."

"cool."

frisk peeled off the stickers they didn't like, and stuck them to me instead.

"Here."

"..what is that one?"

"No idea."

to my shoulder: stick.

"awesome."

"I RETURN WITH MORE MARKERS!!"

"...WHY ARE YOU COVERING SANS IN STICKERS?"

"For fun."

"i'm gonna look great."

"Totally."

paps set the marker box on the floor and sat beside them.

"Here."

to papyrus' cheekbone: stick.

"OH! THANK YOU."

"..WHAT WAS IT?"

"Red star."

"looks cool."

he stuck a red heart to frisk's cheek in return.

"Hey, Sans."

" 'sup?"

"Got an empty spot in your journal?"

"haven't written anything but the date yet, so go ahead."

they stuck a purple heart to the top-right corner.

"SANS, LOOK AT ME FOR A SECOND."

the second i turned my face, he stuck a blue star to my cheek.

"NOW WE MATCH!"

"neat."

when i turned back, there was a blue heart stuck as close as possible to the purple already on the corner.

"......"

"They're friends."

".........."

"Don't peel them off! Just let it happen."

"...funny today, huh?"

"Always, actually."

flipped through the sticker sheets until i found the ugliest sticker i could.

to frisk's forehead: stick.

"....YOU TWO ARE BARELY EVEN DRAWING ANYMORE!"

——

"i'm not 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 short."

"Shortest out of all of us."

"FLOWERY IS TECHNICALLY THE SHORTEST, ISN'T HE?"

"𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱 shortest out of all of us."

"not too long ago, you were the same height, y'know."

"And now I'm taller!"

"by two inches."

"Three! I grew some more."

"CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR NEWFOUND HEIGHT!"

"...."

"you drew me that short too, bro?"

"SANS, I'M SORRY, BUT YOU ARE..."

"SPACE EFFICIENT."

"Fun-sized."

"CARRYING HEIGHT."

"i-i got it. thanks."

——

"It appears they had quite a bit of fun with stickers."

"paps got a ton stuck to him as well."

"I saw that!"

"..They were not 𝘵𝘰𝘰 much trouble, I hope."

"nah. they're fun to be around."

"the kid's grown a pretty sarcastic sense of humor."

"I could not 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 imagine where they have gotten it from."

"it's really a mystery."

"Truly.."

i twisted open the cap on my water bottle and took a sip.

"...."

"Have you ever thought of becoming a parent?"

i choked on the water.

"I- I suppose that is a bit of a personal question. You do not have to answer, of course. It is just.."

"I think you would make for a good father."

"...."

"i'd be an awful influence."

"You have not been too bad of an influence for Frisk and Flowey."

"N-not to imply that you are their father."

"flowey would completely despise that."

"That's true."

"...even if i did want a kid, i'm a bit too old to start fresh."

"You are not too old."

"too old to 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 to start fresh. babies are needy."

"They take some getting used to, is all."

"now it just sounds like you're trying to convince me to have one."

"Ha!"

"OoooOoooo~ You would like to have a child so badd~"

"...."

"can i ask you a personal question, too?"

"Go ahead."

"are you into short guys?"

"Short guys....?"

"..Yes, I would say I am."

"Someone that is about.. three feet shorter than me would be perfect."

"Are you into tall ladies?"

"hmmm."

"yeah. i think i'd want a lady that towers over me."

"maybe by about.. three feet."

"....."

"Are you done yet? I finished my drawing like ten minutes ago."

tori jumped.

"Frisk! I apologize for making you wait, my child."

papyrus popped his head out the door.

"ARE YOU LEAVING? LET ME GIVE YOU A SHEET TO TAKE HOME!!"

he returned brandishing two fresh sheets of sparkly stickers.

"PLEASE GIVE ONE TO FLOWERY FOR ME."

"USE THEM WISELY!"

"and if you don't, we've still got more where that came from."

"Nice."

"..Thanks for chilling with me today."

"OF COURSE. ME AND SANS ARE DOWN TO 'CHILL' ANYTIME!"

"seeya, kiddo."

"Later!"

they waved and dashed down the stairs, across the lawn, and hopped into tori's car.

"GOODNIGHT, MS. TORIEL!"

"Goodnight, Papyrus."

he disappeared inside.

it was just me and tori left on the porch. frisk was too busy flipping through their stickers in the car to be paying attention.

i motioned for her to lean down.

removing a small candy from my coat pocket, i displayed it towards her on my palm.

"...?"

"it's a kiss."

"..Pfft."

"I will accept this kiss. Thank you."

"..come by again soon, ok?"

"I will be sure to."

——

she texted me a photo later that night.

it of was frisk, helping put a ton of stickers on flowey's pot.

#journal #undertale #sans #papyrus #frisk #toriel #soriel #sans x toriel #frisk and sans #sans and frisk #sans and papyrus #papyrus and sans #skelebros #toriel x sans

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greentrickster · 10 months

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Canceling Internal Cringe Culture to Start Writing

Okay, I just got asked on AO3 about how to start writing in the face of cringe culture, especially the internalized sort, and I have a feeling this might be applicable to more than one person. So I’m gonna share what I told them with all of you as well! Here it goes:

Hmmm, this one's actually a little hard? Just because I've been writing for over twenty years now, and when I started, cringe culture just... high-key didn't exist. Neither did AO3. Tumblr was Right Out.

All that said... hmm... well first? Instead of using any sort of app or program, get a notebook - whatever floats your boat (I like to use ones with nice pictures on the front, but my sister uses those little pocket-sized ones) - and write in that instead. Even if you're not used to writing like that, give it a try anyway, because writing in a book makes it private, makes it personal, makes it just for you. And if it's just for you, then who cares if it's cringe? It's for you, no one else, and it's makes you happy, which is much more important! I like to use pens with green ink in my writing books. It sparks joy and adds an extra layer of good to the process. It may be slower, but it’s also an activity and movement that’s completely disconnected from all the nonsense on the internet, which can hopefully make it easier to ignore all that.

(If the page looks too big and blank and intimidating, I suggest adding stickers or a silly sketch or something. You can write around them, it’s fine.)

Just as important? Love what you're writing. This isn't 'content' or a product, this is a story or a poem or a memory. This is something you're writing down because you want to remember it. So love it. Indulge yourself, then indulge yourself more. Put everything you want to see into this, because you're also sitting in the audience, a very eager audience member and- hey, what do you know? The audience-member-who-is-you also just happens to be an up-and-coming new producer, everything they touch has been a hit so far, and they're taking an interest in your work. They think there could be something special there, that you, yes you, could be the next big thing. So be super sure to cater directly to this audience-member-who-is-also-you, it could lead places in the future.

Another thing that I find surprisingly helpful? The concept that there are no original ideas left in the world. A lot of creatives find this one super demoralizing or depressing, but I find it encouraging. Because it means, if I've had an idea, then someone else has had it, too. And that someone else probably wants to see it, even if they've made their own version of the idea. Heck, there could be a lot of someones! And they're cheering for you, so go for it!

And finally, the hardest part... you have to make a choice. Which do you care about more: listening to the part that cringes or writing? You can't care about both equally. You just can't. Writing is a lot of fun, but, like any creative form, it's also a lot of work. I didn't sit down and start writing at my current skill level, this is the result of two decades of practice, polishing, and honing my abilities. Looking back, the amount of work I put into all this is kind of staggering. But I didn't do it because 'I have to' or 'it's necessary.' I did it because I love writing, because I knew I could get better and I wanted to. And yeah, sometimes that involved doing stuff that was scary. There will always be aspects of it that are scary. I still get scared when I introduce certain new aspects to this fic, or enter new fandoms, or try something different. Writing can be hard and scary, that's just part of it. But the idea of not writing... that's so much worse.

You're starting in a really rough time for beginner creatives. Cringe culture, purity culture, cancel culture... all disgusting trends that need to end yesterday, if not sooner. It can be hard and scary to try because of all that. So step away from all that, take a chance somewhere private and safe that's just for you, and be brave. Choose to please yourself before anyone else. Love your stories, your characters, and the part of you that loves them, and take that first step. The best time to start a new project was probably yesterday, but the second best time to start one is always now. ;)

#Writing tips #writing advice #life advice #writing stuff

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famousfilmsfan · 8 months

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Bryan and Jons Dyanamic was never explored often so I decided to give them one.

Kinds hyperfixated on this

Part 1:

Jon: You really let me drop out of college for no reason?

Bryan: I was honestly convinced you would cut me if I did.

Jon: I can’t believe how horrible I was to everybody.

Bryan: yeah, and you constantly claim I play the victim.

Jon: Shut up.

Bryan: Make me.

Jon: *chuckles* this is nice. To actually talk like two friends, no yelling at eachother

Bryan: Yeah.

Jon; So..did you actually try to contact me before evil bryan took over?

Bryan: every day, I got hung up on, two fake wrong numbers and one f*ck your mother.

Jon: Damn. Sorry Bryan.

Bryan: Yeah...my mom is a b!tch though.

Jon: Oh good that wasn't my condition, she is the worst, like every hallmark villain rolled into one

Bryan: Hey! That’s my mom you’re talking about!

Jon: B-but you said.

Bryan: Hey only a son can talk bad about his mom.…but yeah she is a hallmark villain

Jon: Hmmm I have an idea

Bryan: Wanna pitch the movie idea to Hallmark and make more money?

Jon: Hell yeah!

Part 2:

Bryan and Jon we're sitting by the pool. Bryan in red trunks and a t-shirt and Jon….

Bryan: Is that a speedo?

Jon: Yeah?

Bryan: You know only athletes and pervs wear those in public right?

Jon: Hey! I’m pretty well built!

Bryan: Well…

Jon: Says the guy who photo shops abs onto himself.

Bryan: I don’t photoshop.

Jon: Prove it

Bryan takes his shirt off revealing abs.

Jon: What the? How!

Bryan: The twisted really made me an active person. I mean I jumped over a ten-foot wall. When have you done that?

Jon:…decent point.

Bryan puts his shirt back on and lays down.

Part 3

Bryan and Jon, we're on a vacation together away from Fazbears. They told the animatronics they were going to a conference so they wouldn't follow.

Jon: So Bryan how did you find this place?

Bryan: Online, said they were having a deal on rooms.

Jon: Uh. Bryan have you noticed how there are only men here

Bryan: Huh? *looks around* Oh didn't notice

Jon: Bryan…show me the website.

Bryan showed the website to Jon on his phone

Jon: Bryan…this is a hotel for gay couples

Bryan: What? *looks at it* Oh that explains the double bed in our room

Jon: You think? We’re not a couple!

Bryan: Well not anymore but maybe *smirks*

Jon:….What does that mean?

Bryan: Well we did used to date. Remember?

Jon; Uhhh?

Bryan: First year of college? We had Friday date nights

Jon: We just hung out together.

Bryan: We shared dessert!

Jon; Because we were broke

Bryan: You were broke. I was a trust fund baby. *puts on sunglasses and smirks* Baby.

Jon: You’ve been waiting for that weren't you?

Bryan: *embarrassed* Very much yeah.

Bryan, throwing his head into Jon's lap: Tell me I'm pretty!

Jon, lovingly stroking his hair: You're pretty f*cking annoying, that's what you are.

Part 4

*Jon and Bryan are in Paris.*

Jon: I'm...moved. I...I don't know what it is I'm feeling right now. I feel...destiny?

Bryan: But...

Jon: I don't know what it is. I feel like... I just never thought I'd see it with my own two eyes. And here it is. It's just there. It's right in front of me, and...

Bryan: This is what you wanted to see? The bridge from Inception?

Jon: Yeah.

Bryan: But the Eiffel Tower is behind us, babe.

Jon: Yeah, but this is the bridge FROM INCEPTION.

Bryan: Okay, alright.

Part 6

Bryan: You’re giving me a sticker?

Jon: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!”

Bryan: I’m not a preschooler.

Jon: Fine, I’ll take it back-

Bryan: I earned this, back off!

Part 7

Bryan: Jon can you call the Glamrocks they’re not listening to me

Jon: Bryan i’m not their mom.

Bryan: At least try.

Jon: fine…guys! Get over here!

*Immediately the Glamrocks all line up behind Jon like ducklings*

Jon: Uhh.

Bryan: Awwww!

Part 8

Jon: Davis hand me your sewing kit

Davis: I don't have one

Jon: You don't have one in your pocket?

Davis: No because i’m not a 50’s housewife

Later!

Jon: Hey Bryan do you have a sewing kit on you?

Bryan: Yeah i’m not an animal

Jon: Davis I can pick this lock. I need a Bobby pin

Davis: Okay…oh yeah I don't have one i’m not a nine year old girl.

Jon: Bryan?

Bryan: *holding four of them* Which size?

Part 9:

Jon; Vindi.

Vendi: Jonathen.

Bryan:….Bryan!

Jon and Vendi stare at him

Jon and Vendi: *thinking* God why do I love this man?

Part 10:

Vendi: *on his knees with a ring and orchids* Bryan my dear I love you so much, ever since you entered my office and I saw those gorgeous eyes please I beg you. Marry me?

Jon: *on his knees next to him with a ring and roses* Bryan please, i’ve known you for years and I fell in love with you over the years, every action makes you even more adorable in my eyes. Marry me please?

Bryan: *panicking. Can’t break Jons heart but also can’t break Vendis*

Jon: so?

Bryan: Maybe…all three of us could work it out?

Jon:….

Vendi:…..

Later!

Vendi Jon and Bryan were in bed together, Jon on Bryans left and Vindi on his right.

Bryan: *internally* I can’t believe that worked.

(wow I just made Bryan poly….i don’t regret that)

#thefamousfilms #fnaf 6 #mcfnafverse #headcanons #vendiXBryanXJon

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vintagecandy · 1 month

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hoping and praying that someday you decide to put some Adam-related things on your etsy shop

I would kill for a print that’s like, a promotional poster for his cult 🥺👉👈

I am always so shocked how many people have asked me for merch for my silly sunshine man!

I made a promise that I would the second I finished his first amv, I just wanted something specific to point to when people ask me who this guy is lol

I'm usually asked for stickers but a promotional poster for the cult is a cute idea though... maybe something inspired by Woodstock posters? Though maybe something like that would work best on a larger print size than the 5x7 I do right now hmmm

#right now I am moving laptops lol but! I will make progress on the animation istg-#not art

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scribbling-punk · 7 months

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Gold Star

Kara stands in front of the closet and studies the contents of the reward box, overwhelmed by the sheer volume of options she could choose. Andrea was specific—firm—about only being allowed to pick one and Kara has no idea where to even begin.

She drops to her haunches and runs her fingers along the array of dildos and vibrators, her gaze briefly landing on the fancy lube that they tried last month. It tingled just a little too much for Kara’s taste, leaving her clit far too overstimulated to actually enjoy the reward of Lena’s mouth between her thighs. It’s just typical, really, that Kara has taken weeks to earn a reward since then.

Those damn gold stickers, they’re more like gold dust.

Lena will hand them out somewhat freely, all warm eyes and smiley lips, eager to please their troublemaker, but Andrea? She’s a taskmaster, and she isn’t at all afraid to add a red star to the punishment chart, either; Kara’s trips to the punishment box becoming more and more frequent.

Freaking sadist.

“Too many to choose from, huh?” Kara startles when Lena appears in the doorway, dressed in only a robe that she knows for sure has nothing underneath it. “Andrea will be home soon, baby, and I think she’s eager to show our good girl just how much we both appreciate it when you follow the rules.”

“I just,” Kara shrugs helplessly, “I don’t know.”

“Hmmm,” Lena pouts sympathetically and kneels down beside Kara, “well, how about I help you narrow it down? See if we can’t find a reward that will encourage a few more gold stars on the chart, huh?”

"Yes, please."

“Let’s see….” Kara watches as Lena scrutinizes the box—which is more like a chest—and allows her hand to hover each toy she comes across. “What are you in the mood for, baby?”

Read Gold Star early on Patreon.

#gold star #superrojascorp #kara x lena x andrea #discipline & rewards #early access

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happi-tree · 1 year

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For the ship ask game hmmm... 😌 Well I already know you're not very into gothcleats but perhaps that one anyways! Otherwise... 😆 Ahaha can I ask a few?? How about hencedes, glennry, sparrow/nicky, and nark? No worries if you don't feel up for doing all of them! 💜

Hi, Bababird! Hope you're having a beautiful day 🖤🖤🖤 And yes ofc I can whip up some gothcleats for you! And the other ones!!! I am always willing to provide my silly little thoughts 😌

Alright (ha), as promised: gothcleats time!

Honestly? I don't mind it! I think there's a lot of fun parallels and intertwining themes to be found in their extant relationship, and I definitely enjoy looking at the cute fanart I've seen of them on occasion. I probably would ship it if my lesbian Scary hc wasn't so real to me! I would absolutely adore seeing them in a qpr though - I actually really like the idea of the teens all being in a qpr together. Nobody comes between Scary and her boys 😤😤😤 Nonetheless, Link and Scary have such an interesting dynamic and I feel like it's very much been a highlight over the past few episodes - I mean, Link breaking the anchor of love as an act of solidarity with Scary? Link refusing to let Scary go even as she Eldritch Blasts him? The genuine fear in Scary's voice when she thinks she might've killed Link??? It's so much, truly it is. I'm SO excited for whatever Matt and Beth have planned with their characters going forward, and while it's not my personal cup of tea romantically, I truly do love the gothcleats relationship!

Okay next up: Hencedes!

HENCEDES T4T BI4BI COUPLE OF ALL TIME!!!! NON-NEGOTIABLE!!! They are truly so much if I think about them too hard I will start crying!!! Everything about them is so fucking sweet and lovely and truly. Relationship goals fr!!! They're so strange and bizarre separately and even MORE strange and bizarre together and their devotion to each other is so so so very precious to me. Like. Their story makes me so unhinged actually I am so glad they exist. Mercedes really truly takes all of Henry's oddities in stride and he does the same for her,,, their cute little nicknames for each other,,, they would lay down their lives for each other without a second thought and I love them so much for that. I want nothing but happiness for them forever and ever and ever ok (looks pointedly at the current state of s2). I am a Hencedes stan first and a person second thank you <333

Okok next: Glennry!

In case you haven't realized. *Slaps "HUGE MULTISHIPPER" sticker on my forehead* like yourself, Baba, I also contain multitudes 😌 Anyway Glennry is SO fun to rotate around in my head, personally. I think they could learn quite a bit from each other as partners - with Glenn, Henry could get a bit more in touch with his rebellious side, and Henry could help Glenn in his struggles with emotional vulnerability. Their friendship works well as is in canon, obviously (well, s1 canon since we're not entirely sure what's going on with s2 Henry yet), but the potential of them as romantic partners is so great and so fun! They should kiss. For funsies. At least to piss off Bear Ry'Oak, if anything else <3

Up next: Sparrow/Nicky (/Spark/lovesong/highjinx/whatever other fun names exist for these two)!

And if I told you Spark was my latest obsession. What then. Literally I have been losing my mind over them for the past few days (thanks Nyx and Ivy <3) and I show no signs of regaining normalcy anytime soon!!! I just think there is SO much potential for exploring a romantic relationship between the two of them - or even something like a qpr, if you wanna go the Sparoace route! Literally could not get to sleep last night because I was thinking about them so hard. Similarly to Oakworthy, both Nick and Sparrow have such deep-seated issues regarding identity - Sparrow seems to define himself by being half of a matched set and doesn't really let himself be anything other than the Sparrow part of Lark-and-Sparrow. Nicky, of course, has. Gestures at the entire latter half of s1. And I think that if anyone can understand what either of them are going through, it's each other - and maybe they can just exist together. Without labels or expectations - not Nicholas, Jodie's son, or Sparrow, the more stable twin, or Nick, Glenn's son - just being Nicky and Sparrow and maybe also being in love. I also just think the imagery of it is wonderful - druid and demon, summer and winter, life and death, plant life and fire. Real Hades-and-Persephone type shit, which I personally love to see!

And lastly, finally, Nark!

So sorry to all the Nark stans out there but Sparrow/Nick has so thoroughly taken over my brain. I do love the idea of this ship - not only the aesthetics (hehe the demonic savior and the fallen angel), but the tragedy of it all - how the love may have been there, and in another world it may have been enough, but that world isn't this one. I have read many a Nark fic and I'd be hard-pressed to find one I didn't like, but it's not my go-to ship, personally. On another note, though, I do think Nark has some hilarious comedic potential as well - especially when paired with other ships like Sparrow/Cassandra (thank you tumblr user llumimoon for that particular piece of fanart - you know the one, I'm pretty sure you still have it pinned, Baba). But yeah! Fun ship - not my personal fave, but one that's very, very neat to pick apart and analyze!

Annnnnnnd I think that about wraps up my thoughts - for anyone who read this far, I'm giving you forehead kisses /p because that was A Lot. Thanks for the ask, Bababird!!! 🖤

#on an entirely separate note the 'i'm sending them to superhell' space is SO funny considering. superhell is a Canonical Place skjdbgkhsdbs #this was. very long. but yes i hope you enjoy baba!!! so many thoughts about all of these truly #thanks for the ask lovebird!!!#ask game #babacontainsmultitudes #dndads #gothcleats #hencedes #glennry #spark #lovesong #nark #ok i. think that's all the tags i need. phew!#happi rambles

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crysdrawsthings · 1 year

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So, I was tagged by @argisthebulwark and @skyrim-forever to do this meme - and sure, why not! Will be answering for Deer, portrait being done in a very fun Picrew by elenaillustrate.

Seasoning: Entire spice cabinet dumped into a dish. Perhaps by accendent. Coincidentally - Deer's cooking style.

Weather: Pleasant warm evening sun, perfect for a little lazy nap on the porch.

Colour: Rich, darker shade of gold.

Sky: Dusk. The very specific part of Sun slowly rising.

Magic Power: I mean, her entire thing and brand is turning into a dragon to various degrees?

House Plant: Tiny cacti. Like, the tiniest cacti you can imagine.

Weapon: Auri-El gave her two perfectly good hands and she is so going to use them.

Subject: Absorbing scientific knowledge through cultural osmosis and listening to people infodumping. By the way, have you heard about the great eel excommunication by the priesthood of Auri-El in the early 1E?

Social Media: liveblogging, but so deranged it circles back to being funny.

Make-up Product: Eyeliner for her and concealer for throwing at neighbors.

Candy: These super sour candies that make your face scrunch into a point.

Fear: Probably not being able to girlboss hard enough to save everyone she wants to save. Also forks.

Ice Cube Shape: The ice is ice! Who cares!

Method of long-distance travel: Scenic route through the middle of nowhere and absolute neck of the woods.

Art style: Singing, but specifically the kind that only works for karaoke, camping with friends or obnoxious shower singing at 5am.

Celestial Body: I would say comet.

Mythological Creature: Dragon, naturally.

Piece of stationery: Fancy stickers. Definitely fancy stickers.

As for tagging people myself: hmmm, maybe @thelastpinecone @nerevar-quote-and-star, @average-crazy-fangirl @fallen-chances and mhm @thelavenderelf

Absolutely no pressure and if you like the idea, naturally!

#tes #the elder scrolls #eso #elder scrolls online #vestige #deer the altmer #ask games #thank you for a tag!#crysandthings #tes oc

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howgalling · 9 months

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Should I sell the medic series as simple cute little print out mini sets?

Like something u could just blue tack to a wall, as someone who loves collecting small sets of things I think it’s a good idea but hmmm. cheaper than a sticker. I often buy stickers but just blue tack them to things lmfao. reusable!!

#this is for the con btw #selling online sucks ass I have to go to the post office.#post is sooo expensive Royal Mail we have Beef

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zacksfairest · 2 months

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Vaela 🦋 🎁🎈 🧨, Lehala 🧿 🦝 🎀 🍇, Ayala 🐁 🦴 🍷 🐹

♡~OC Asks~♡

Vaela

🦋What is their favorite season?

Fall, for sure. The trees are such pretty colors, there is a crisp bite to the air. And everything is reds and browns! Perfect color combination for her

🎁What is something they keep like: a souvenir, a keepsake, or a family heirloom; that means a lot to them? Why is it so important to them?

Hmmm. I think that once all is said and done and she's off doing Her Thing and makes it clear to her family that this is her life now, her dad would gift her with an old quiver of his. It's actually his dad's quiver, and it's fairly simple, but it harkens back to the days of when they were true Wood Elves—likely from back Aeranth at some point in their lineage. He would have given her the bow that goes with it, but the bows she uses are so much better and his girl deserves the best. But at least she can have a piece of them on her little adventures with her, holding the ammo that keeps her safe. And of course this means a lot to her. It's nothing fancy, which goes contrary to her need for pretty things, but the thought there is overwhelming. It's a blessing to go out into the world and live the life she's made for herself, while also a prayer to keep her safe in a way that her family still feels they have failed to do (which of course they are wrong).

🎈If they could travel anywhere, where would they go?

Well, she pretty much does go everywhere now, doesn't she? What with the work she does for Aeranth. But I suppose she wishes she could spend more time on the shores and ocean. She is so familiar with the woods and forests now, but not so much the sea. She'd love to get a taste of it.

🧨If they could screw anyone without any consequences, who would they choose?

Delethil hate fuck let's go. I kid, I kid. (Or do I?) But I honestly don't really know. She remains skittish in my head until further development can be had for her. And she never really met anyone on their travels that she felt that kind of desire for. Not even Cobalt.

Lehala

🧿Do they have a superstition or belief? Such as "black cats bring bad luck", belief in ghosts, tarot, crystals, meditation, etc.

No one can touch her weapons. Only those she trusts most can handle them, and even then it makes her twitchy. This is definitely stemming from a fear of outsiders to her clan, on top of the idea that it leaves too much of an opportunity for sabotoge—even unintentional damage! But she fully believes that she will die or get seriously hurt if someone else handles her weapons. It'd need to go through rigorous tests first before she used them in battle after that. And even then she'd still be leery.

🦝What do they smell like?

Filed under: things I never consider when creating characters. But I imagine she smells kind of earthy. Fresh cut grass. Likely stemming from the grass and dirt stains on her armor after sparring.

🎀Do they have something they collect? {Stamps, rocks, stickers, etc}

Back home she definitely collects little trinkets from successful skirmishes. An arrowhead. A dagger. A broken blade. Things that remind her that she survived and is still here. She's a much more simple lady than Vaela. Pretty things don't tempt her.

🍇What is their sexuality? And what is their "type"?

She's always felt more fluid to me. Pan or bi. Definitely demi-sexual, though. She does not trust anyone to be intimate with her that she does not trust implicitly. She is a warrior and is keenly aware of how vulnerable sex makes a person. There is no desire where there isn't absolute trust for her.

🐁Do they find a creature cute, that normal people don't? Such as spiders, rats, snakes, sharks, etc?

She is a Star Wars lady, and a Mandalorian besides. There have undoubtedly been strange creatures she's come across that most would have found repulsive that she cooed over. Thinking of strills at the moment. It is absolutely not uncommon for Mandos to look at a disgusting creature and go "Oh! A baby!"

🦴Have they ever broken a bone or had any sort of major injuries before? If so, what was their ailment?

OH, MANY. MANY AILMENTS AND INJURIES. Her lekku are scarred to hell, which means those injuries were painful and near debilitating. Lekku are extremely sensitive and major damage to them can even mean death. But not my girl. She's built different. Her lekku have definitely endured a good bit of injury, but she's always managed to recover. She's been in countless battles and skirmishes and sparring sessions. She's cracked rips, broken wrists, and been stabbed and slashed. Ayala has so many scars from the life she's lived as a Mandalorian, but none in particular really stand out. The physical injuries are easy, if you ask her. It's the injuries she bears in her soul that really weigh her down the most.

🍷What is their drink of choice? Both alcoholic and non-alcoholic?

Ugh. Star Wars drinks. Anything with a kick. She isn't picky. Sometimes you need a stiff drink to knock you on your ass after a particularly rough day in the field or on the hunt. When she needs to stay sharp, however, she drinks the strongest caf she can get her hands on. The squad yells at her that she needs to drink more water. But what good is that gonna do? Caf has water in it. And now she's awake for another 12 hours. What's water gonna do other than make her need to pee? Vys'kydir absolutely has put her in a chokehold until she agrees to drain her canteen.

🐹What "pet" names do they like being used for them? {Babe, Kitten, Puppy, Mutt, etc.}

You know what's coming: cyar'ika. ner cyare. alor (but sexy. you know.). (any chiss pet names there might be lmao)

#editoress #answered #under a read more bc there are Many #oc: Vaela Ceyoven #oc: Lehala of Clan Mavari #oc: Ayala Ger'Mana #ask game

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The more, the merrier 4E: The girls shower broke... but I'm sure Deku and Denji are more then happy to shower with Elysia.

Elysia was moping, slumped on the floor of her dorm room, upset that she couldn't have a long, relaxing shower because one of Mei Hatsume's wild hero gear contraptions blew a hole through the girl's dormitory showers. The pink-haired inventor had done laps through the dormitory to apologise for the fallout of her field test. Elysia turned to moping to some of her male classmates.

That was when she received two text messages on her phone, one from Denki Kaminari and the other from Izuku Midoriya; Elysia curious, opened them.

Denki: "I can let you into the boy's dormitory showers. No one will ever know."

Izuku: "I know when the boy's dormitory showers are not used by anyone. I could let you in if you want."

Elysia smiled at those messages and sent both boys. "Yes, please, I'll do anything." Her face felt flush at the idea the boys picked up on her hint and waited for instructions. Once the messages came in, Elysia packed her bag and slipped out the nearest window.

It was in the long, quiet stretches of school hallways and facilities that Elysia was thankful for her quirk Illusion; otherwise, she would've been caught brraking curfew well before she slipped in to the boy's dormitory showers. As she entered, she heard the sound of running water and chose to keep her quirk up as she called out, her voice barely louder than the showers. "Izuku, Denki, are you here?" Elysia waited for an answer, her mind worried about encountering someone else.

"Yea, we're in here. Just use either of our lockers for your things." Denki answered her call from beyond the locker room

"Mine is the one with then All-Might sticker, Denki's has the two thunderbolts on it." Izuku clarified.

Elysia stripped out of her clothes and decided to put her bra in Izuku's locker and her panties into Denki's. Giving each boy a gift for being so eager and happy to let her shower with them.

Elysia smiled as she swayed into a wet wall of warm steam and hot, distracting water and entered the boy's showers; Happy to see both of her saviours.

The water and heat felt so good after stressing and being mad all day that Elysia couldn't help but close her eyes, shudder, and let out a deep, throaty moan. "Hmmm... aaaahhnn... this is what I needed." Elysia's world had shrank down to herself as she let her senses be swallowed up by this tiny joy.

That was, until she felt two, large, thick, hot somethings slap against her belly and her ass. Elysia opened her eyes and found herself the filling of a hero sandwich; she couldn't help but moan again as she felt both heroes flex and let the weight of their cocks land against her again.

"We got you here," Denki whispered into her ear from behind, his hand groping her ass as the other held onto his cock. The same cock that was being bounced off of her asshole as the room got hotter and everyone drew closer.

"A true hero never lies, and you; Elysia promised us anything wevwanted." Izuku added as he slipped his fingers onto her pussy. "We decided that we want you." Izuku spoke with an air of confidence before claiming her lips with his own.

Elysia's world span for before exploding! Her mind was awash with potent pleasure as two cocks her ass and pussy absolutely stuffed as she was suspended in the air by her classmates. The fullness, the friction, it was almost enough to make her scream. But with Izuku covering her mouth, no one heard her cry out once.

She felt them move faster, thrust deeper and hiss into her ears as they groped every last inch of her body. Elysia howled into Izuku's shoulder as she came, drenching Izuku as she tried to ravenously milk the two men who were gaping her holes.

She felt them slam one last time and flooded her two holes. She fell backward and landed in Denki's arms; she heard them both pull out, and Elysia found herself feeling incredibly hollow and needy as she looked up at the two men and their still throbbing cocks.

"Wow..." Elysia mewled softly as their precum softly rained down on her. "You two are just so amazing. Going above and behind for me. I feel like I haven't repayed your kindness." As she battered her eyes, Elysia watched the cocks above throb viciously.

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