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#【 ❝ i'll never stop complaining and that's a promise ❞ 】 ✕ ooc.
rifleseye · 1 year
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Like this post and I'll get around to DMing you about throwing around ideas for a plotted out thread !
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exilegend · 10 months
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Quantum Mechanics and Other Entanglements
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“I have a new theory,” Osiris says after chewing through his food.
Saint looks up at him from across their table and sees an all too familiar look in his eyes. It puts him at ease. He might not always understand Osiris’s more esoteric studies but that doesn't mean he dislikes hearing him talk about it.
“Quantum entanglement,” he starts and Saint already knows he’ll be lost, “was theorized in a pre-Traveler Earth, and was further studied when the Traveler changed Mars’ landscape from dust to paradise. For example, prior to the Traveler they couldn’t figure out how a second photon’s polarization matched the first photon’s they measured when information cannot travel faster than light. There is a level of randomness that feeds into it. They only knew that it was simply a counterintuitive law they couldn’t fully comprehend. In a post Traveler world, scientists reasoned this was paracausality at work.”
Osiris has set his fork aside, talking animatedly with his hands. Saint smiles to himself and keeps this moment close to his heart. Geppetto would probably be able to explain this in a simple way when he asks later.
For now, he lets Osiris ramble.
“But they still couldn’t pinpoint what, exactly, was paracausal about it. Only that even at such a distance, the photons reacted in a pair, their polarization matching. Experiments proved that they were entangled, just not how.”
Saint hums an affirmation that he’s listening as he watches Osiris separate his food into two parts, splitting them. He holds up one piece of chicken for Saint to see, “I’ve just split this chicken,” then he holds up the other, “though they are now separated, Bell’s theorem would dictate that they would have the same polarization even though they are not whole and at a distance.”
“Ah. Like you and I.” Says Saint after a moment of staring.
A tender smile crosses Osiris’s face and Saint grins. “I suppose.”
After a moment he sets the torn chicken aside, “But, I have a theory. The answer to this bizarre phenomena. It’s very possible that the missing link is Strand. Strand has always existed, has always woven all living things together. But why stop at living? Why not particulates and photons and neutrons? Quarks and leptons? Strand opens a whole new door to understanding fundamental laws of physics. It will change science as we know it forever. In a way, Strand could be the proof to the hypothesis of string theory. The scientists in Neomuna have such refined technology and practices I may have to consult them about experimenting with it.”
Saint laughs, “Hah! Jealous of their facilities?” 
Osiris huffs and rolls his eyes. “I’m simply appreciating their work… though… I worry at times they view my work as though I were an infant playing with toys. The City is so far behind advancement-wise I feel like a relic.”
“Bah, nonsense. You worry too much what other people think of you. I do not understand you half the time, I am certain there are those in Neomuna who have hard time keeping up with you.”
“Stroking my ego, Saint?”
“Only stating fact. But… if it strokes your ego, then who am I to complain? I like confident men.”
“Ah.” Osiris’s eyes flit to the side. Let it never be known that the Great Osiris is easily flustered. 
Saint chuckles, a deep and rich sound bubbling from his chest. They sit in companionable silence for a moment more, Osiris’s shoulders relaxing imperceptibly so. Just enough to let Saint know he is at ease. 
“I am glad to have you back, my love.” Saint reaches out his hand across the table, searching for familiarity he has sorely needed. Osiris, in turn, reaches back, and his heart clenches when he feels his warm and worn hand in his. It is not cold, disconnected.
This is Osiris.
Osiris squeezes his hand.
“You seem to enjoy your time in Neomuna. If I did not know better I would think you want to live there.”
Osiris lets out a half-laugh half-scoff, though he can see the thoughtful look that briefly crosses his face. “No. No… The City needs you.”
“It needs you as well.”
“Perhaps…”
“It does,” he says with finality. This time he does not allow room for Osiris to argue, this time he does not allow this second photon to leave him miles away. 
“I… Yes. Right.”
“I am here, Osiris, as is Ikora, and everyone who cares very much for you. You will not run away this time.”
Osiris looks at their entangled fingers. “It will… take me time. To feel comfortable here. There is still so much heartache the City has left me.”
Saint takes his hand to his lipless mouth, kissing between each knuckle. “It is not a lost cause, my love. In the meantime… I want you to enjoy your time in Neomuna. Your young strider friend looks up to you very much.”
He looks up from his lover’s hand to see an ease upon his face. “There’s more to my theory I wish to speak about, if you are willing to listen.”
“Always willing for you.”
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austerus-m · 2 years
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thinking so very hard about what percy did on cybertron while the ark was away.
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consentgave · 9 months
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warcost · 9 months
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i've also got a new interest checker. with this . i sleep .
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marvelfilth · 10 months
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Wisdom teeth
Pairing: Wednesday Addams x f!reader
Warnings: ooc! Wednesday, mention of blood
Summary: "I've been successful at keeping this piece of information to myself for the past two months and twelve days, but now it seems that I can't hold back the words from escaping my treacherous mouth. It's almost as if I have no control of what is going through my brain at the moment. I feel like an adolescent cliché."
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She doesn't say anything when you help her to the passenger seat of your car, her eyes stay rooted on the spot above your shoulder, dark and unblinking. She sits dutifully and doesn't complain when you bend to fasten her seatbelt, your warm fingers barely grazing her clothed thigh on accident. You think you heard a slightest hitch of her throat, but that might have been your wishful thinking.
Ever since the brooding brunette first stepped foot on Nevermore grounds you were irrevocably pulled in her orbit, always close enough to be seen by her, but never close enough to reach out and touch, not that you'll ever try, you do need all of your fingers intact. Her menacing aura and Machiavellian tendencies never stopped you from trying to reach out and form some sort of connection, even if it was just making eye contact in dark hallways or receiving nearly unperceivable eye rolls whenever Enid dragged you to their room. Not even once in the months you've known her did she grace you with more than a few words and barely noticeable nods, opting to focus on her novel or, in extreme cases, leaving the room to continue her endless investigations.
So when Enid cornered you in the morning and practically begged you to take Wednesday to the dentist's office, you were torn between crushing Enid in a hug and fleeing to the woods to hide out.
In the end, you couldn't miss the chance to get to know the gothic girl a little bit better.
Wednesday pointedly clears her throat and you jump up, bumping your head against the roof of your car, close the door and make your way to the driver's seat.
You suppose her impatience to get back to school makes sense with how overstuffed her mouth seems at the moment, and once you're finally behind the wheel you reach over the console to gently swab away droplets of blood on her lips.
She stops breathing altogether.
"Are you alright, Wednesday?" You can't help, but ask, your hand awkwardly hovering over the console.
She takes a moment to think and you have to pinch yourself to make sure you're not dreaming when you practically see gears turning in her head as she struggles to formulate a response, her brows crinkled and lips slightly pursed.
"Your archive. Are we going there now?" She asks.
And there's that.
She refused anesthesia, looking eager to go through all the pain, her eyes shining brighter than you've ever seen. The doctor blanched, stuttering while he tried to reason with her, mentioning how agonizing the pain will be and how he'll probably get fired if he agreed to do it.
It made your skin crawl.
You pulled her away before she could threaten the poor man, promising her anything she wanted if listened to the doctor and agreed to anesthesia.
Her eyes flickered to your hand on her shoulder before she looked back at the sweating man, her eyes narrowing slightly.
You held your breath, looking at her with wide eyes, already regretting your offer, but all she asked for was unlimited access to your family archive.
You suppose her request made sense, given your family's history and her unwavering interest in all things unknown, but it still made your heart clench with an unbidden feeling you'd never name out loud.
"No, we're going back to school. I told you I'll take you there over summer, remember?" You patiently reply, subtly eyeing the grumpy brunette.
She huffs, wincing when it causes her pain and turns to look out the window, her eyes slightly hazy.
You take a deep breath and finally pull out from the parking lot, driving in silence and keeping your eyes firmly on the road until you can no longer pretend like you don't feel her heavy gaze on you.
"What is it, Wednesday?"
"Your face."
You blanch, offended. "What about it?"
You don't think you'll be able to withstand her making fun of your looks. She doesn't seem like the type to do that, but you can't be too sure - she is acting rather out of character.
"It's distracting. Turn around." She demands, furrowing her brows.
Your jaw falls open. "Wednesday, I'm driving."
She huffs and crosses her arms. After a minute of contemplation she starts rummaging through your glove compartment.
"Don't," you groan. You won't let her tear you apart for the mess she'll undoubtedly find there, so you reach for your phone. "Why don't you play a game? Or, I don't know, find something to blackmail me with?" You unlock it and toss it on her lap, your hand falling back on the wheel, clutching it in a tight grip.
Your phone lays untouched for a long moment and you have to restrain yourself from looking over at the ravenette. It's the longest you've spent in her company and she most certainly said more words in the past ten minutes than she did in all the time you've known her, and Enid didn't prepare you for conversations.
Your palms start to sweat a little.
She looks down at her lap and picks up your phone with two fingers only to throw it on the backseat. "I'm allergic to technology," she deadpans.
She stays silent for the next few minutes and you relax, thanking every divine being for making this trip somewhat easy for you.
And that's when she turns to look back at you, her expression sour and displeased, like you just said something really dumb. You decide to ignore her for as long as you can, checking your blind spots and fiddling with the radio to seem busy.
She pointedly clears her throat, pulling your attention. You sigh and look at her.
"What now?"
She frowns. "I feel compelled to reveal something you might find… unwelcome." Her mumble comes out distorted and she winces slightly, her hand coming up to cradle her swollen cheek and you swiftly slap it away, sheepishly looking away at her affronted look.
"Don't want you to hurt yourself."
"Usually, slapping ones hand causes them pain," she retorts, fully turning in her seat to face you. "You slapped my hand. That hurt. Not that I didn't enjoy it, but I prefer to inflict pain, not receive it."
You snort, shaking your head at the smaller girl and she pouts. Wednesday Addams, the girl who'd rather jump off a cliff in a river full of piranhas than show an ounce of human emotion, pouts.
But maybe it's not so strange, considering the circumstances.
You adjust in your seat, your right hand landing on your thigh to subtly fiddle with the rough fabric of your jeans. They're light blue, with flowers all over their back pockets and Wednesday absolutely hates them, which is why, you guess, she's currently staring down at your legs like they're her mortal enemies.
The tips of her ears turn red.
"Must you do that?" She hisses, gesturing to your hand on your thigh.
You blink and place it back on the wheel, noting the way her eyes snap up to glare at the road.
"Are you feeling okay?" You ask, because she's starting to look restless. Her fingers clench and unclench on her lap and she keeps glancing at your hand every couple of seconds.
"No." Her eyes snap up to look at the roof of your car, her face a picture of impatience. "Hold my hand."
You gulp, breath catching in your throat and turn to look at the smaller girl just in time to catch her boring holes into your hand and probe lightly at her cheeks. Your mouth opens to stutter a response, but her scathing look makes you shut up.
"This gauze in my mouth feels terrible, I can't possibly endure it a moment longer. Holding your hand will make the feeling bearable." She looks at you expectantly, turning over her hand on her lap, waiting.
You hesitantly reach out and take her hand. She laces your fingers, letting out a quiet sigh as she sags against the weathered leather, turning to look out the window.
You can't believe this is happening.
This Wednesday is not something you're equipped to deal with. Hell, you can barely manage her regular self, which still comes hard at times, especially when you intrude on her writing time. It's not like you mean to do that, but a certain blonde always chooses that exact hour to invite you over, always wearing a mischievous smirk when Wednesday tenses up upon your arrival.
This feels like walking on thin ice at gunpoint with a ticking bomb in your hands.
"How-"
Her nails dig into your skin hard enough to make you yelp, but you don't pull away, eyeing the stewing girl. She's breathing heavily, her lips opening and closing as she seemingly tries to keep herself from blurting something out.
It's so bizarre you have an urge to pinch yourself, but you don't need that with her nails still digging into your skin.
You focus on the road, afraid to stir the dragon.
Her next words make you jolt so hard the car wavers on the road.
"Every time my eyes land on you my heart skips a beat," she says, like she's complaining about a mystery she couldn't solve.
You grip the steering wheel tighter. "What?"
"One does not typically pay attention to such mundane thing, but I do. Whenever you're in my vicinity I can't help, but be aware of each skipped beat of my heart. The feeling is revolting, and I've had the urge to confess this ever since I woke up." She frowns, and it's quiet for a few minutes as she seemingly gathers her thoughts.
The moment you had in your art shed suddenly comes to mind. You went there after a long day of studying in the library, ready to decompress and finish your latest painting. You didn't expect anyone to be there, which is why you shrieked like a maniac when you flicked the lights on, basking Wednesday's rigid form in warm yellow glow. She stood over your painting, her features stony and unreadable as her fingers traced the outline of a shipwreck on the canvas, the still wet paint smudging her fingers and messing up your precise strokes.
It made the painting even more beautiful.
You dug around your backpack, looking for tissues, taking a step closer when you finally found some. With great hesitance, you reached for her hand, your fingers closing around her delicate wrist. Her lips parted as she inhaled, her pulse erratic under your thumb. She took one look at you, turned on her heel and left, her perfume lingering in the air.
You gulp, when her grip on your hand turns painful. "I've been successful at keeping this piece of information to myself for the past two months and twelve days, but now it seems that I can't hold back the words from escaping my treacherous mouth. It's almost as if I have no control of what is going through my brain at the moment. I feel like an adolescent cliché," she complains through gritted teeth, irritated.
Your face burns the same shade as the red light you've come to stop at. You don't know if you should feel ecstatic or fear for your life, because no matter what happens next, you're sure Wednesday will have your head for witnessing a rare moment of weakness. But your heart always had more power than your head, so you're left with trembling hands and sweaty palms, choking on your breath as you struggle to think of something to say.
"Wednesday, I'm going to have a heart attack," you mumble.
"You're not showing any signs of an impending heart attack, if anything, your symptoms correlate with something Enid usually calls having a crush." She's back to staring intently at you, catching every twitch of the muscles on your face as you try your best to keep your blush at bay. Her hand slides up, enclosing your wrist.
Your heart burns in your chest and you feel the need to correct her, to tell her that what you feel for her is more than some stupid crush. You need to tell her about the way your dark wings tingle when she brushes past you, begging to be released from the confinement of your spine. You need to tell her about the way your heart beats out a special rhythm, hammering against your ribs like a caged animal, desperately leading its owner to the girl who successfully stole it.
You need to tell her how easy it was to fall for her and how hard it got when you realized the extent of your feelings.
You need to tell her something, anything.
You need to tell her everything.
A loud honk jostles you and you look back at the road to keep driving, trying your best to hide your face when a car passes by you, the driver giving you a finger.
"Imbecile," Wednesday mumbles.
"Yeah, what an asshole."
"I meant you. The gesture was entirely appropriate seeing as you failed to pay attention to your surroundings."
"Huh?" You gape. "You're insulting me now?"
"Your observation skills never cease to amaze me," she frowns in thought, "just like your remarkable ability to make my existence less bothersome." The haze in her eyes is gone, replaced by reserve and a hint of fondness.
Your brain short circuits.
You pull over and let your forehead fall against the wheel, still holding it in a death grip.
You would never admit it to anyone, not even on your deathbed, but you swear you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach at her quiet confession.
Your smile is so wide it hurts your cheeks, but you don't care as long as Wednesday keeps looking at you like that, like she's trying her best at keeping away the warmth in her eyes. They flicker to your lips when you lick them, and this time she can't keep her emotions in check, her eyes alight with fiery passion.
You can't help voicing your concern. "I thought you didn't like me that much. I mean, you barely speak to me when Enid drags me to your dorm."
She looks at you for a long moment. Her thumb circles your knuckle. "Enid has a surprisingly perceptive eye. She noticed a certain change in my behavior long before I did and decided to act on it. I simply wasn't prepared."
"Are you prepared now?" You breathe out.
"Are you?"
You let out a relieved laugh, and pull her hand up to your lips, placing a soft kiss on her ice cold knuckle. "Wednesday, I've been pining over you since the day we met."
She lets out a barely noticeable breath and you suddenly realize she's been nervous all this time too, you just failed to pay attention in your anxiety riddled state.
"Good." The corners of her mouth fly up.
Your eyes widen. She has dimples.
She turns away nonchalantly and places your intertwined hands on her lap, looking like she just solved the biggest mystery known to mankind.
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gxtitobxby · 2 years
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roommate james who helps you touch yourself bc you just your pretty nails done and can’t do it right anymore
𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄 — [ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 ]
content: 18+ MDNI oral (f!receiving), a little ooc i think? not sure, im trying not to overthink it, p in v, spoiled kinda bratty reader? but james is an indulger :’) ummmmmm idk what else!
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You're lucky he even hears you yelling his name through his headset. He pauses his game with a groan—all too used to your demanding little voice throwing orders dressed up in pretty bows his way—and tosses the controller onto his desk, getting up and heading towards his bedroom door.
The living room is empty, causing him to scratch at the back of his head in confusion before peeking inside the kitchen to also find you missing.
“James!”
This time, he’s able to follow the bratty little whine all the way to your bedroom, just down the hall from his own.
He pushes the door open, the “warning: bitch inside” metal sign on your door rattling with the movement. What awaits him inside is most definitely not what he expected.
The first thing he notices are actually your red toenails, which burn bright against the cream coloured sheets he folded for you earlier that week. Next thing he notices is the big pout on your face, paired nicely with a grumpy frown and that sweet little look you get when things are not going your way. When your body shifts on the mattress, his eyes finally fall on the issue at hand. How he didn’t notice it first is beyond him.
Knees spread, James finds himself staring straight at your pussy. It’s so pretty, he thinks, pretty curls at the top and soft velvet folds hiding what he bets is a sweet little clit begging to be touched. He gulps, flashing his wide eyes to your face before taking a step back and clearing his throat. “U-Uh y’alright, love?”
“Can’t do it!” you whine, a bratty tilt to your voice that never fails to make James fold. You wave your pretty new nails at him, a matching set of red claws that point sharply at the end. Next to you on the bed is a white Hitachi Magic Wand, dead it seems, and the reminder makes your eyes water. “It died! And my nails hurt Jamie, but I really really need it. Please.”
He watches you pout and bat your eyes at him, hips squirming restlessly as you fist at the sheets and beg for help. He takes a step forward, stopping when his knee hits the edge of the bed. “You want me to…”
“Make me cum, please.” Your foot reaches toward him and you poke your toe beggingly against his thigh. “I-I’ll do the dishes for a week, Jamie, promise! Two weeks!”
You won’t. He knows it, and you know it. You’re too much of a princess to do any of the chores, and James is already used to picking up the slack. He can’t complain though, getting to see you prance around the flat in just your underwear and some thigh high socks or wrapped in just a tiny little towel makes it all worth it as far as he’s concerned. Not to mention the pretty sounds you make when you’re stuffing yourself with your toys completely unaware, or so he thinks, of your roommate across the hall fucking his fist to the thought of your pretty cunt.
“James!”
“Alright, alright,” he mutters as he moves to get on the bed. He reaches for you but stops, hesitant hands now hovering over his waistband. “What do you want from me, darling? My fingers? My mouth?” He clears his throat again, fixing his glasses which keep fogging up the more his nerves rise. His sweatshirt is suddenly way too hot. “My cock?”
“Yes,” you whine, grabby hands reaching for him and clutching desperately at his sweatpants. “Please, James, I need it so bad. I was so close and then it died.”
The little tears in your eyes stab right through his heart. What kind of roommate would he be if he didn’t do everything in his power to take away all your pain?
“I know, sweetheart, I’ve got you.” He shuffles closer and runs big warm hands up your thighs, watching how your pretty body twitches and strains to follow his touch. “Just tell me what you want and I'll give it to you.”
“All of it,” you whimper, bringing his hand to your soaked folds, both of you sucking in a sharp breath when his digits make contact. “Just make me come, please.”
James has to quite literally pinch himself to make sure he’s not dreaming. He’s fantasized about this moment too many times since you moved in, dreamt of the way your thighs probably tremble the closer you get to an orgasm, the way your clit probably twitches when it’s being tortured  just right, and the way your cunt would  probably clench around his cock if he were to fuck you silly over and over again.
Knee on the bed, he finally moves to hover over you. “S’alright, baby. I’ll make you feel good.”
Your relieved little sigh goes straight to his cock. He reaches back and tugs the sweatshirt over his head, beefy chest coming into view and making your pussy clench around nothing.  He grabs at your hand, which is still clumsily rubbing your needy pussy raw with a click of his tongue, tangling his fingers through yours and pressing it to the mattress next to your hip. Bringing your leg up to his shoulder, he presses a soothing kiss to your shin, shushing you and willing your body to relax. “Gonna treat this little pussy right, okay? Make it all better.”
Lowering himself on his belly, he brings his face to the little treasure waiting between your thighs. He sighs happily, rubbing his cheek against the soft skin of your inner thigh. He kisses at the pillowy flesh, nipping gently when you squirm in his hold. Your hands are now in his hair, pulling him towards your core with a needy whine. 
“Shh, I’m coming, darling. Let me take my time.” He trails kisses towards the apex of your thighs, panting hotly against your cunt so your little clit twitches to life, begging for attention. He noses at it. “This where you want me, baby?”
“Y-Yes,” you beg, still fisting at his hair, with a gentler grip this time. “Please please please.”
When his tongue finally licks a wet strip through your folds, your lips form an inaudible “oh”.  His mouth is skillful as it works your pussy to an orgasm, licking and slurping at your slick, mouthing at the flesh with a hunger that’s been brewing for months. He sucks your entire mound into his mouth, hot breath blanketing over your folds and making your brain short circuit. Strong arms hold you in place, pinning you to the mattress when the feeling gets too much and you try to squirm away.
Soon enough, you’re gushing into his mouth, the sensations never slowing as he drinks up everything you have to give him, and then more. He keeps going, ignoring your overstimulated cries and the way his roots tug painfully at his scalp the more you pull at his hair. Moments later, he’s pulling another orgasm out of you.
Spent, you slump down on the mattress and he finally pulls away, tired thighs falling open while your eyes flutter shut and your breath struggles to even out. Then, a hand is on your face delivering solid taps against your cheek. “Don’t fall asleep yet, angel. Now it’s my turn, yeah? You gonna take my cock like a good girl?”
The honeyed smile you give him is a little dopey, but it makes his cock and his heart skip a beat. He leans down and presses a sweet kiss to your lips before straightening up and letting a string of spit soak your cunt, getting you wet and ready for him. His cock is thick, thicker than most, so he uses his fingers to stretch you nice and open until your muscles relax and he thinks he might slide in with less difficulty.
A bead of precum glistens on the head of his cock, and James almost chokes as he watches you reach out and scoop it up with dainty fingers to bring it to your lips, all the while holding eye contact and humming happily at the salty taste. “Fucking hell, angel,” he curses. “You’re killing me here.”
His tip kisses at your entrance right as he pushes your thighs to your chest, folding you in half as he slides in, balls slapping against your ass. He allows you both a moment to adjust, you to his size and him to the vice grip you have on his cock. When he starts moving you both join together in a symphony of moans and grunts; he leans over, pressing your legs harder against your chest as he searches desperately for your lips. He groans into your mouth, swallowing your little whimpers as he hits over and over at that spongy spot inside you that hasn't gotten any action in what feels like forever.
“Fuck,” he groans, big arms caging your head as he buries his face in your neck. “So fucking tight, baby. Gonna have me busting in a second if you don’t relax. Jesus christ.”
“James,” you whine, nails digging into his biceps. “Please please please.”
He breathes out a laugh against your skin, slowing down the roll of his hips. “Y’get so polite when you’re about to come, baby.” He kisses at your nose. “Should play with this pussy more often I guess, make you less of a spoiled brat.”
“M’not a brat,” you gripe, trying with all your might to keep a grumpy pout on your face, only to fail when the feeling of his cock splitting you open has your eyes rolling back and your tongue lolling out like a brainless puppy.
“Yeah you are,” he coos and moves to suck on your tongue. “But it’s okay, m’right here to put up with it, aren’t I? Give you some cock and turn you into my sweet girl again, right princess?”
He doesn't expect a response, so he doesn't wait before he starts pistoning in and out of you at a punishing pace, making you squeal and fist at him desperately as he pushes you over the edge one more time.
When he hits his climax, you can’t help but moan at the sheer amount of cum he spills inside you, some of it trickling out and pooling under you. His sweaty curls tickle against your face, and you both struggle to catch your breath as he leaves casual, sloppy kisses on your neck and you cling needily to his frame.
When he pulls away, he looks down at you with flushed cheeks and a shy twinkle in his eye. “Was that okay?”
You can’t help but giggle at the blushing man, still balls deep inside you. “It was perfect, Jamie.”
He returns your smile, pressing another sweet kiss to your lips and then the tip of your nose. “Good.”
Biting your lip with a cheeky grin, you shove your hand between your faces, wiggling your new nails at him. “So you like my nails?”
He grabs at your hand and inspects them, biting back a lovesick smile before looking back at you and kissing at your palm. “They’re gorgeous, love.”
“Maybe next time you can choose the colour.”
His nose twitches, “I’d like that.”
Your foot rubs up his thigh, heel digging playfully into his ass. “And then… help me again?”
His lip quirks and then he’s thrusting inside you again, grinning victoriously when you gasp and clench around his softening cock. “I’d like that even more.”
With one more kiss, he pulls out and drops down next to you, stretching his arms up with a groan before folding them behind his head. Sitting up, you lean over to leave a final peck to his nose before standing up, squealing when his hand flies out and delivers a smack to your ass. “And don’t forget the dishes.”
You laugh, smiling at him over your shoulder as you scurry away, ass jiggling, into the bathroom. “You wish, Jamie!”
And God, does he love to watch you go.
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reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and will earn you a sloppy kiss from me <3
a/n: the "warning: bitch inside" bit is so self indulgent I literally have that on my door lMAOAO also there's an obscene amount of kissing here I realized.... but that's literally canon for him he loves kissies <3
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the-fandom-therapist · 2 months
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(YEP I'M ALREADY DONE, WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO
As promised, I'm tagging you @ultimateplaylistmaker x) Hope you will enjoy it!
This is my interpretation of their "alicorn Kokichi AU" check it out everyone it's awesome!
It's crack taken seriously btw, I put way too many details and changes, I hope you'll still like it!
Also apologies if anyone is OOC, I never wrote about MLP before x)
That's the first part, mainly Kokichi's, I'll write more about the others! -I stopped because Tumblr was struggling to show all of it lmao, I think I've reach the characters limit-
Death is a bitch.
Wait, no. Death is a dude. Well, bastard then.
The terms of their deal were SIMPLE! He beats the god -at poker you morons, he's not stupid enough to challenge the Grim Reaper at chess, one of the oldest games in history, and apparently one of its personal favorites- and him and all the other idiots from the killing game get brought back to life.
(No he's not attached to any of them. Absolutely not. He just added them so he wouldn't get killed again straight away by that damn assassin. Because without the space idiot to restrain her, she would have gone to kill him again. Anyway, not the point.)
And he fucking did, yes sir! Outsmarted the god of death himself, the grim reaper in person! He's amazing like that. Don't try to fuck with a Supreme Leader of Evil!
Anyway. Point is, he won. He tricked the god of death himself to fold on his turn by pure bluff.
And that was the condition: if he could trick death itself to fold, to give up while he had nothing, then it could recognize his value. Apparently, Death -or Thanatos if he remembers correctly- likes bold humans, so it -he?- have no problem make an exception from time to time. Under conditions obviously.
He didn't had many humans who tried. So every attempts was a welcomed change from the -apparently- frankly boring existence he had.
Hey, he wasn't about to complain, it helped here.
He grabbed his scarf -how the hell did he had it with him when he died without it, no clue, but again let's not look a gift horse in the mouth shall we?- and thought of his team. He'll see them soon.
He was already starting to feel weird. Like he was being sucked out of his own... body? Probably Death doing his thing.
However, right before things turned to black, he could have sworn he heard a "wait shit-" and saw a panicked expression on the god's face.
Huh. Wonder what that means...
~0o0~
The first thing he registered was the smell.
A foul smell, and one he knew well, considering he'd not always been hanging with DICE in the most sanitary places.
Garbage. his mind helpfully provided.
Wow, fuck you too Death. Really, too much honor!
He scoffed, and started to get up wobbly. Waking up from dying was... weird. His head was killing him -ah!- same for his sides.
When he tried to get up from the ground, he barely made one step before falling back on all four. And...
Wait a second.
WAIT. A. SECOND.
That's not a hand. That's a damn hoof! What the hell?
A quick check up confirmed that yup. He's a horse now. Everything's fine.
Oh and he have wings too. Because why not.
What the hell did Death do?! Wait. Didn't he acted surprised before he passed out?
...Did the god of fucking DEATH made a mistake?
How do you even fuck up that badly? He's human for fuck's sake! Now he's a horse?! (Well technically a pegasus he guesses.)
Alright. Focus Kokichi. Freak out later. Right now you need to know where in the world you are.
At least he still have his scarf. Which... thank god (clearly not Death.) it helps a bit to have something familiar.
Alright. Now that he more or less put himself back under control, he needed to exit that damn alleyway... He could already feel a headache. Gre-
Hold up. There something on his head too.
Great, now what?
...That felt like a... horn or some sort.
What, so he's both a fucking unicorn and a pegasus now? That's a thing?
Does Death have fursonas or...? Actually, that could be an interesting question.
But that's not the time for this.
Right now he needed to hide. He heard voices, and even though he couldn't understand the fuck they were saying -great, he wasn't even in Japan? That wasn't a language he recognized either.- he could hear the dangerous tone they had.
So that's what he did! He bolted under a pile of trash, not caring about the smell. And he saw...
...Are those supposed to be horses too? They... looked like a mix of horse and bugs.
Not thinking of the Insect Meet and Greet. Bad idea. Not thinking of Gonta's execution either. Nope. Not doing that.
They were all black, green big buggy-like eyes and wings... Were those fangs? Yikes. He definitely doesn't want to be seen by them... And they have holes in them? Shouldn't that hurt?
They were speaking. Something he couldn't understand... But they weren't alone.
There were actual horses with them! But wait.
They were clearly prisoners. Uh oh.
Welp, seems he was right to hide! One point for him. But something was a bit weird too.
Some had horns. Some had wings, and some had neither. But none had both, asides from these... insects-horses bad guys.
Alright.
Clearly he's not in Japan (or on Earth at all) and this place is populate with sentients horses. Or ponies, who cares.
They don't seem to be able to have both a horn and wings. Only these creepy bug-horses seem to. And they don't look friendly.
If he want to fit in, he'll need to hide either the wings or the horn. He doesn't want to end up in jail before he can figure a way to go back to his own world.
...The horn would probably be the easiest to hide. He'll just need to lie about why he have something on his head that looks like one.
Easy peasy. He can do this. Hell, he tricked the god of death, he can trick a few horses!
...He'll just need to learn the language. Great.
Also, he needed to find a way to avoid those creepy bug-horses guys. Something tells him that looking like one of their prisoners wouldn't help him there.
But first thing first: find a way to hide that horn. He suppose it's a small mercy that he got thrust in a dumpster. It's easy to find what you want, as long as you know how to look.
Two minutes later he found some sturdy papers and got to work. With hooves it wasn't easy, but he had all the time in the world.
~0o0~
...He's pretty sure he passed a good hour on it. But it was done! It was clearly not in the best condition, but at least it hid the horn efficiently -it was a hassle to put the rubber band around something on his head with hooves, but he did it. It wouldn't do to have his cover getting blown away by the wind!- and would stay in place.
While he was working, he kept hearing some words in particular. They sounded like names?
And it thankfully made him learn that even if he couldn't understand what the FUCK those bug-horses were saying, he could at least understand the normal ponies. (Probably because he's one too.) Phew.
"Celestia" "Cadence" "Chrysalis" were the words he kept hearing in those creepy guys' language. Also there was the same word in front of the first two names, the third one had another word.
Considering the normal horses were calling the first two "princess", he could understand Chrysalis was probably the leader of those bug-horses.
Sounds like girl's names either way, so if the first two were princesses, the last one must be a queen, and probably an enemy if what he was seeing was any indication.
Anyway, that wasn't important. What was, was to find a way to avoid these... bug-horses things. (He's pretty sure he heard the horses -or ponies they were rather small- call them something like "Changelings"? Whatever that means.)
However, when he thought about that, he had an odd feeling. It was like his body was telling him "big thing's coming towards us captain!" And when he went to -discreetly duh- check, he was greeted with a white light which was sweeping those Changelings and send them flying far away from here, leaving the horses alone.
...Well damn. He suppose he didn't had to worry about those now. That's one thing taken cared of.
Now he could use that diversion to get the hell away from here! It was a good time to learn if he could run like this.
Running... to somewhere. Away from this place at least. It have a big castle nearby, and he's going to bet there's a ruler in there. Probably those princesses. And he does NOT want to be near the persons -or horses in that case- that can put him to jail.
Next, he need to find a way to get something to eat. Because he's plently good at picking pockets, but usually he have two human hands for this!
That also leave the problem of figuring the currency... Urgh. All that reasoning hurt his head.
First thing first. Waiting for the night to fall. It's easier to walk in the shadows -even if looked to be a rather light shade of purple- that way. And apparently, there was a wedding going on? Perfect. Everyone will be too busy with that to notice someone hanging around.
Maybe he could steal a few things along the way before buying supplies to perform in the streets and gain more money legally. Because while he doesn't mind stealing, if he get caught he doesn't have his team here to bust him out...
DICE...
Raah, enough self-pity! He have a world to figure out!
With a slap on his face -or rather, a punch...- he started to run forwards. After a few struggles, he was able to run like he didn't learned like, five minutes ago, and he setted off.
~0o0~
The adventage with big cites, was that no matter how odd you may look, nobody will pay enough attention to retain your face. Because why should they? You're just another person passing by.
That's how he successful picked the pockets of a few horses without anyone noticing. Seems like even in this world the riches were dumb! And here he was, worried that with hooves he'd struggle.
He hid his treasure in his scarf. Regrouped the coins in one wallet and-
And holy shit were those gold coins?!
Kokichi knew they looked rich, but he never thought they'd literally carry GOLD on their person like that!
...Something was clearly fishy here. It looked too good to be true.
Aaaaaaaand he was proven right. Goddamnit. Apparently gold didn't had the same value here, if buying only a few pastries costed two or three golden coins!
...He really hoped he could ask the prices directly, because if he have to dicipher any writing he's screwed.
Because apparently, even if he could understand the language, he couldn't read it! Damn it. Back to first grade he goes, having to relearn how to read! Just his luck.
Hmmmm.
Entering a shop and interacting without knowing any of the mannerisms of the ponies would be a bad idea. He was lucky the shops there stayed opened the full night thanks to that wedding (a royal wedding even, damn. One of those princesses?) but if it's to blow his cover, it's stupid.
Maybe he could pretend to be deaf? That could work. He just hope they don't have a sign language here, otherwise he's fucked.
He eyed the shop (it had a jester's hat for a roof. That's clearly the place he needed to go to!) and took a deep breath.
Alright! Time to see if he's as good as an actor as he was when still human!
~0o0~
He pushed the door to be greeted by a cheerful pony behind the counter (he's going to call them ponies because they are seriously smaller than horses, all of them.)
"Welcome, welcome! Are you searching to prank your friends? You are at the right place! We have everything, from fake flowers to- um, boy?"
Well, sorry random pony but he have to pretend he can't hear you. So he just looked at the shelves with a lost expression.
"Um hello?"
Nope.
The cashier was probably puzzled. Eh, sorry. But well, he needs to be safe here!
Once he noticed what he needed, he grabbed the deck of cards -with his teeth, not like he had any other options...- before going to the register. The pony was clearly confused, but he still tried to keep a smile on.
"Ah, found your treasure? It's gonna be two golds!"
Now... Action!
He pretended to be confused for a second. Then he widdened his eyes, before putting a hoof at his ear -that still felt SO weird- and then shook his head.
And thankfully, the cashier seemed to understand, thank fuck.
"Oh! Alright, hold on!"
He went to rumminaged behind the counter and put a paper and a pen. Then he started to doodle two coins, and pointed to the deck of cards.
Alright then! It worked. Phew.
Also, it looked like a gold is really just a golden coin. That's a mystery solved at least. He nodded, before putting the wallet from his scarf, and taking out two coins that he put on the counter.
He got a bag out of this, and his deck of cards.
And a bunch of informations too. Apparently ponies are way less ableists than humans! That guy literally went "alright please wait" when he pretended to be deaf.
He grinned. Oh he's going to abuse of it so much.
Now though, he had a stand to settle... But later.
He's tired, and he's been there for a long time. The day was even not so long away from rising, so he thinks he should settle for the night.
Since he can keep the deaf act, he could probably find a room. Probably. If not, he'll just find a dark corner and sleep there. Not the first time he slept outside after all!
~0o0~
Finding a room was easy. So yay for him!
Falling asleep on the other hand, was not.
Let's put asides the few attempts he had to do to find a comfortable position as a pony to lay into okay. Their bed weren't different from humans, and it wasn't that hard.
However, sleep meant nightmares for him.
Really, that was expected. He struggled enough to sleep on a daily basis -what do you know, killing games are bad for your mental health! Shocker. Who would have guessed- so with the whole mess that happened with his death, that was even worse.
Everytime he closed his eyes, it's to reopen them in the hangar. And while being human again would be great, reviving his own death isn't synonym of good dreams.
He gave up sleeping after three times waking up in cold sweat. But hey, apparently that was enough sleep so the sun that was starting to rise was already really high! So midday, or later then that.
He payed for the room and left. Now, to find a place far enough from that town...
~0o0~
He travelled by night, slept in the day, and gathered as much informations as possible.
Apparently the kingdom as a whole was called Equestria -damn really no inspiration uh- and that Celestia princess was ruling over it in the big castle he saw at Canterlot (the capital then) with her little sister Luna. Both responsible for the sun and moon respectively.
Okay so appareltly the celestial bodies aren't moving without help here. All the work of magic. Even the weather was controlled by pegasi.
Actually, maybe he can try to learn how to fly while he's at it, that'd be fun. It's not because he's stuck here -preferably temporary, looking at you Death!- that he can't have a bit of fun while he's at it.
He wonders if that include the others too.
Wait shit.
The others.
They are going to have his head if they learned they'd be brought back as fucking ponies because of him. (In his defense he never wanted that, it's Death's fault!)
But to avoid suspicion on himself, he'd had to also cover their asses. Great. Let's see.
He'll just explain -once he settled somewhere- that him and a group of others were kept prisoners by those Changelings. And when they attacked Canterlot, they brought him and the others with them, to use as hostages if they get caught before they could carry out their plan.
They'd been raised by them, away from ponies since they were toddlers so they don't even have "pony names" (he realized the names here were fucking cheesy, nothing like Japanese names) and now they're just completely lost. And if the others were talking about things that didn't made sense, it was for that reason.
Yup, sounds good! With a few fake tears it'll do the trick perfectly. Now, he just need to find an isolated place to settle.
Also maybe picking a name along the way too. That'd be a good idea to blend in.
Oh wait, does he have to pick one for the others too? He hope not.
Anyway, for now he needed to concentrate on himself first.
~0o0~
...He'd made a HUGE mistake.
He was -apparently, if the ponies' words were to believe- close to a little town called Ponyville (do they really have no inspiration for the names? Come on guys!) so he had decided to shift his sleeping schedule to actual night since he was pretty close.
"Not like that would change much about my dreams" he thought.
Ah! He couldn't have been more wrong.
The nightmare started the same. The usual deaths, and executions, before his-
But when the press was about to come down, he felt something... different.
Pure white energy -that he could recognize as magic now- completely wipe out the hangar out of existence.
Now he was just... In uh... Space? The spaceman'd be thrilled.
He was on a path made of light blue light and white dots... The same thing that was everywhere.
There were doors too, the hell?
"Whomst in Equestria's name art thou?!"
Uh oh.
He turned around -he's so damn glad that in dreams he's human...- and is greeted by-
Wait what?
That's a dark blue mare -definitely taller than most ponies- with... weird space floaty mane.
But the most important thing is that she had both a horn and wings!
How is that possible? He thought only those Changelings guys could-
Wait.
Waaaaaait a minute.
She had what looked to be a crown. And she had a moon... tattoo? On her flank.
Is that the fucking princess of the moon? What is SHE doing here?! Also, how is that possible that she also got both wings and horn-
Oh. Oh no.
That's a fucking status isn't it? Having both. Normal ponies either have one of the two, or neither. Having both must mean being royalty.
...Yeah no. He's keeping that horn HIDDEN. He want to be able to leave this world, not being bond here by duties!
(Besides, the only people he want to lead are his minions. No one else.)
No wonder ponies were looking at him weird! That's like pretending to be royalty!
Let's hope it's not a crime... Wait, if it was he would have been arrested already.
Fuck.
"Answer us!"
Oh whoops. He forgot the princess was still here.
"Gotta go, bu-bye!"
He needs to wake up. He have to. He can't stay here. He have to!
He doesn't know how, he doesn't why, but he successfully woke up after everything around him turned purple.
Now. Now let's think.
He needed to avoid getting the attention of the princess. Considering she didn't intervene until now, he assume that it's because she's only walking in dreams in the night -make sense for the moon princess to be up in the night.
So... He need to keep the noctural schedule. Sleeping in the day, to avoid her. And if he can't, then he need to keep her at bay.
But considering he doesn't know how to use magic, he's going to focus on the first option.
To be able to use magic, he needs training. And to train, he needs books -no way in hell he's asking for help after learning all that mess about royalty- and to be able to understand those books he need to learn how to read.
A hell of a program he have in front of him. Oh well, at least it's gonna keep him busy.
Alright. He needed to go now.
To that town he goes! While expecting to not draw attention.
~0o0~
He arrived at the border of it. There was a rather small and cozy looking cottage here, surrounded by forest. It was midday, the pony probably wasn't hom-
His thoughts were cut off by a high-pitched scream. Probably a girl's voice.
...Great, what now? A scene like this would be hard to settle-
...
There was a yellow pegasus. Pink mane, who was protecting herself (assuming she was the one who screamed) from a bulky earth pony (that's how those who have no wings nor horn were called right?)
The earth pony was really tall, like, two heads more than Kokichi himself. Light green color, dark green tangled mane...
Wait a minute. WAIT A DAMN FUCKING MINUTE.
Red eyes with round glasses, and a bug cage warped around its neck.
It's-
"Gonta so sorry! Gonta not meant to scare horse!"
"GONTA!"
Wow, go him. Yelling his name like that and sprinting in their direction.
That at least got both of their attention. So there's that.
Gokuhara was looking at him with pure confusion. Probably didn't recognized him, which was fair. He was a fucking pony for fuck's sake.
"Uh? Does Gonta know you, horse? Gonta sorry, doesn't know horse with wings..."
"Geez, thanks a lot. he huffed. Can't recognize your leader? So mean! How could you forget about me? he started to sniffled. You're breaking my heart! How could you?!"
The theatrics were apparently enough.
"K-Kokichi?"
"At last! he said, raising a hoof. That's me alright."
"Kokichi is a horse."
"Pony technically, pegasus to be more exact. And you're one too."
"But Gonta die-"
"About that! he cut him off. We need to talk in private. Bu-bye yellow pegasus, sorry for the scare!"
He grabbed Gonta's bug cage's strap and pulled to make the other follow him in a recluse place.
Once far enough, he sighed.
"Alright, just hear me out. I know you're confused as hell, me too. Maybe even mad at me about what happened in the game, I won't blame you for that. But we have other things to worry about: we're not in our world, I think you noticed as much."
"People are horses." nodded Gonta with a serious expression.
"They call themselves ponies, but yeah. There's no human here. There's no killing game either. Monokuma doesn't exist. The Academy either. This world... is more or less peaceful."
"No killing game? he softly asked. No Monokuma?"
"Nope. Nothing. And... Considering we're both here, I'd say everyone who died is also here. Though to find them is going to be complicated..."
The leader pondered for a second. How could they find everyone? It would be best if everyone wasn't far away from each other, if Death comes back for them -and he better!- it'd be quicker to be send back.
"Kokichi died?"
Oh wait. Oops. Right, he forgot Gonta wouldn't know.
"Yup! Right after you in fact. Anyway, not the point-"
"Did Monokuma also punished Kokichi?"
Uh? Why is he asking that?
Oh.
Everyone... Please stop blaming Kokichi now.
...He's still too kind.
"Nope. Maki killed me. he paused. Or rather Kaito. Eh, one of the two. I don't know what finished me off. he shook his hoof. Anyway, not the point. I died, and Kaito also died probably because he was sick. Meaning, everyone who died before you, plus Kaito and myself are probably here."
"E-Everyone?"
"Yup. But we need to recognize them -wouldn't be too hard probably...- and find a cover story."
"Cover story?"
"This world doesn't have a killing game Gonta. That means, if we tell them what happened to us, they won't understand, and that'll bring us problems."
"Oh. Gonta understand. But Gonta doesn't want to lie to them... They look nice."
"Good thing I'm here! Leave the lying part to me. I'm a liar after all! Also we need new names. Because names here aren't like ours. If we want to blend in... Just leave it to me okay?"
The giant just nodded.
The leader just nodded back, before returning to the cottage. Let's hope she's still here and uh... Not freaking out.
~0o0~
...Uh oh.
She called her friends apparently. There were five new ponies all around her. Two unicorns, another pegasus and two earth ponies.
"Hey you two! How dare you scare Fluttershy like that!" yelled the blue pegasus.
"Ah! Gonta sorry! Gonta didn't meant to scare pony!"
Well, here goes the enthomologist, apologizing again. But Kokichi's not going to play that card. He put a hoof in front of the giant and frowned.
"Don't apologize, we don't know if they aren't with them!"
Cue confusion. That's what he want to see!
"W-With them?"
"You know how they are! They can change appearance at will and pretend they're your friend!"
Not a lie. The mastermind was -if what Death told him was true- a master of disguise. The Ultimate Cosplayer after all. And the ponies would probably think of the changelings, which is what he wants.
"Hey! Are you saying we're changelings!"
"And what if I am uh? he grinned. Don't like having the truth in your face?"
"H-Hey now."
Oh? The purple unicorn stopped the blue pegasus. Seems like he found the leader of that little group.
"We aren't changelings. We swear on Celestia's name!"
"And how can we believe you uh? You could be lying!"
There. That was the cue for Gonta normally...
"They don't smell like changelings..." he mumbled.
"You should listen to your friend! We're not changelings! We fought them!"
Now, to pretend to be hesitant.
"Are you sure?" he asked the enthomologist.
Gonta nodded, and he pretended to scratch his head -while leaving the papers around his horn alone- with confusion.
"I think we all started on the wrong hoof. gently said the purple one. You are at Ponyville, you're safe! There's no changelings here."
"Why did you thought there were some in the first place? Changelings don't live here. We kicked their butts not so long ago!"
"Rainbow Dash! You're not helping. she smiled at them. Sorry about my friend, she's very straightforwards. How about we talk somewhere else, around pastries?"
"Oh oh! the pink one started to jump happily. I'll go prepare them! I'll be right back!"
And she left... by jumping? Why not.
Alright.
Time to bluff the hell out of this conversation.
~0o0~
...It had been stupidly easy. He explained to them that Gonta and him were part of a group of ponies who got abducted when they were toddlers by changelings, got raised by them, humiliated, turned around each other et cetera... Got brought along at the assault on Canterlot, and since the white energy who yeeted the changelings didn't hurt them, they ended up here, and don't know what to do or where to go.
That's how he learned that the wedding that took place was the purple one's (Twilight Sparkle apparently. Still cheesy, yup.) brother's, and they were here, and were also fighting the changelings.
And apparently that wave of magic was from the love between the bride and groom.
Ew. They didn't ended up at Equestria, they ended up at "Cheesy Land". But he still noted the information.
When they asked about why the hell he got a fake horn, he explained that it was to be less beaten by changeling. After all, they have both horn and wings, so he thought if he looked like them they would leave him alone. Not that it worked. -The fact that it was curved helped his story. But come to think of it why is his curved and not everyone else's? Not even the princesses' are curved. Weird.) Now though he just keep it because it's the symbol of the princesses and that's pretty cool! After all it was one of them that indirectly freed him and the others from the changelings' grasp. He's pretending to be like them! (they had no idea how true that statement was.)
That was way too easy to make them believe that with fake tears. Even Gonta tried to comfort him even though he knew it was fake (though it was probably to make it more believable. Gonta is a lot of things, but an idiot isn't one of them.)
"But then... You don't have names?" asked the other unicorn -Rarity if he remembers correctly.
"We have the ones the changelings gave us. he said, wiping the tears with his hoof. Mine's Kokichi Oma. he pointed to Gonta. His is Gonta Gokuhara. But those aren't real ponies' names."
"That's true..." Twilight seemed thoughtful.
"Oh oh! Maybe we can pick some for you!" the pink one said, with a smile that reminded him a bit too much of Angie.
"...I'd prefer choosing my own thanks."
"Of course! Pinkie, let them chose... Once it's done, we'll ask the mayor to put you in the records." Twilight said.
"That'd be nice. Also... If you find someone with a weird name, that's probably a friend of ours."
Not really true, but he needed to find those idiots as quickly as possible.
"I'll pass the word at Clousdale!"
Aaaaaand the blue one was already gone.
"I'll ask around the farm if anyone saw a lost pony." the orange one nodded, tipped her hat and left.
"I'll send a letter at Princess Celestia too. the purple unicorn nodded towards the... dragon? at her side. In the meantime, do you have ideas of names? Also, what are your talents?"
Talents? That's easy- oh wait.
"What do you mean by talent?" he asked, raising a hoof to stop Gonta from talking.
Translation: is that the same thing as their Ultimates?
"Oh. Yeah, I suppose the changelings wouldn't do that... she mumbled to herself. Something you are really good at? You both have your cutie marks so..."
What the fuck is that now. (Also, cheesy, the return.)
"Oh! Gonta is an enthomologist!"
He saw Fluttershy -that's her name right?- perking up from behind Rarity.
"Oh that's great! she turned towards him. And you?"
"I guess you can call me a trickster. he smirked. I prank people. And trick them. a pause. Mainly changelings though."
A lie but hey.
"If Gonta's talent is "Enthomology" you could call mine "tricky dice"." he shrugged.
But that question of names... He needed to find one. And Gonta too.
"Hey Gonta, how about "Baron Buzz" for you? Sounds good?"
"Oh! Gonta not mind this. Gonta likes it!"
"Well, that's settled then. Mine now..."
He think again.
Let's see their situation.
He got attributs that could get him royal duties, which is problematic. He needs to hide it...
He made a deal with Death and no one need to know about that. To get everyone back to life, but also to fuck with miss mastermind too while he's at it.
He grinned.
"Call me Royal Collusion then!"
That's when both Rainbow Dash and the farmer came back.
"I found a pegasus that looks really lost, and he calls himself Kaito... something."
"I found a small guy that call himself Ryoma!" added the other.
Oh. Well that was quick.
"They're with us alright. You're coming Gonta? Let's get Ryoma back first."
"Hm hm!"
First they get the depressed tennis player back, then the astridiot.
Welp, they got a pretty nice program ahead of them it seemed.
"Then let's go."
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whcwashe · 1 year
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hm
anyway
you ever run into a situation where like .... someone you've been mutuals with for years, LIKE YEARS, who you've always had a good relationship with (or at least you thought you did, idk), just like ....
unfollows you on One of their blogs. Just one. And that's suddenly the only blog they use. And sure, it COULD be a mistake, because every once in awhile when someone reblogs your promo .... they'll reblog it as well?
But similarly .... they should be able to see on the dash that they're not following you. And they're pretty explicit about only interacting with mutuals. And it's defs not a sideblog. And you can't be like 'hey, is this a mistake?' or even be like 'hey, what happened?' because people can cater their experience here, they have the right to do that. and they have the right to unfollow you, and you're all adults here, and this is just for fun, so cornering them for any reason would be wrong, and also rude.
So you just have to settle with the idea that they just .... decided they were tired of you, or didn't like your writing or something and just quietly ..... left. And it feels like a whole friendship you had just kind of dies on the vine, because if you're not on their dash, and you can't interact without disrespecting their boundaries, then that friendship is just .... gone. No closure, no goodbye, it just stops.
idk, it's just sad, in a way, I guess. I mean, people just decide they don't like you and disappear sometimes, and that's fair on their part. That's the way the world works. Sometimes relationships, as vague as they may be, just stop. And I feel like, as an adult, I should be able to brush that off, but it still feels kind of upsetting. Especially because I know it has to be something I did, and I'll never be able to adjust that, or find out what it was. So I just kind of assume it to be me, in general. The whole package is bad, I guess.
I am also stuck in a rut because I know my writing is repetitive, and boring. And Liv isn't fleshed out, and she's not creative, and frankly -- I'm not a great communicator OOC either. I'm distracted, and I'm flighty, and I complain a lot, and I'm regularly just the worst. And I make people feel unwanted (I don't mean to do that, I promise. I love each and every one of you, and I mean that so strongly, I wouldn't follow you if I didn't enjoy your writing. I just love the shit out of everyone, and their creativity).
I should try to be better, probably. And I shouldn't blame my standoffishness on anxiety and ADHD -- I mean, I do have those, but I also need to take responsibility for having a shitty personality, you feel?
I don't know where I was going with this, I'm just in my feelings, and I'm sorry about ... me, as a person, in general. This is not fishing for compliments, I just can't stop talking now, and tbh I have no where else to dump these feelings, lmao. I should have put it on a blog with less followers, maybe. Except -- if you do read it, I do want to express that I love you, and you are all so creative, and you should be so so proud of what you put out into the world. And I should really say that directly to people more often.
Ok, that's all, I guess.
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ourbareanatomy · 3 years
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Closure
It always aren’t about closure but the promises made in between. The promise of forever. When the words fade away that’s when you should know that it wasn’t ever meant to be; but somewhere someone is waiting for you. To make that promise last forever. 
- Bare Anatomy
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olyteus · 3 years
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uhhh little update: destiny just released a bunch of new lore and my gay lil autistic brain is hyperfocusing on it HARDCORE, so my presence here will remain fairly sparse
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rifleseye · 1 year
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I've got an approximation of Percy's height and weight
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exilegend · 2 years
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WHAT FLAVOR IS YOUR SOUL
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oh heart of ice and mind of gold, what am I to do with you? you are only good in small amounts, bittersweet fledgling, you are hard for most to swallow. your spirit is strong, your wit is potent, your biting essence drives even the most daring away. but why are you hiding your sweetness? I know within you, you are soft, but humanity has made you bitter. you mask your pain and sorrow with spite and sensibility. you say you do not care about trivial things, but don't you? sweetheart relax. you can let down your drawbridge, the waters are not poisoned. I know you have looked monsters in between the eyes and scoffed at them, but please, relax. you think your armor protects you but it is smothering you slowly. little owlet, when will you learn, words can only get you so far? feelings are what makes this world pulse. do not suppress your feelings. your heart can still thaw my dear. trust.
TAGGED. @rustrage​ TAGGING.
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exeomori-m · 4 years
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uh.
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fomorias · 4 years
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i am free at last from my own personal hell (but healing still) so maybe like for a starter
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warcost · 4 years
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starter call? spare starter call?
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