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2kmps · 19 days

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DARK POOL

aquatic monster x reader | 18+ | 2.8k

story summary; your granduncle explains that the noises at the bottom of the lighthouse and the missing chunk out of his leg are from swimming rats. you let him think you're a fool.

story warnings; some graphic depictions that some may consider gory, mentions of biting, mentions of rats, creature in captivity, explicit sexual content, double penetration (not safe), prose + detail heavy, implied breeding, not proofread.

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Granduncle told you that the rats in Cape Tellis liked to swim and when they were in search of food, they didn't care how long they'd have to paddle through the water to find it. Some would simply drift with the current for days; black-gray fur rotted off, skin peeled off bone, little faces disfigured by sea and salt, but they would keep going until their bodies nudged the rust-red walls of the lighthouse and found the energy to scale upward to a window and squeeze inside.

He mentioned this anytime you had something to say about the ruckus down in the basement—sometimes scratching, sometimes powerful, erratic thuds that you felt pulse through the floorboards, through the rubber soles covering your feet, and into your skin. That place was sealed behind a rusted metal frame and door, deadbolted and locked with a key he always carried on a chain through a belt loop.

It always jangled when he walked because he had a limp so bad that his entire leg always dragged a pace behind him and took a great amount of effort to haul forward. When you had asked of it, as memory dictated a handful of years prior he didn't have such trouble, he first claimed it had been a bad sinus infection that got into his brain and disrupted something neurologically. In another instance where he had stopped for a third time on an evening stroll together, he had said he scuffed with one of Cape Tellis’ formidable rats and the mangy bastard had won and taken a chunk of meat out of him before scuttling back into the walls.

“Just ignore it, it's normal that they're active this time of year,” he was saying while scraping fried eggs out of a pan onto your plate. Meanwhile, you winced to the usual commotion downstairs. “They get real flighty this time of year. The rats do. They get frisky and chase each other all around. I don't know nothin' about them besides being persistent, ugly things, but it may well be their special season.”

You ripped a sharp edge in your toast and prodded the egg yolk until the sunny orb burst, oozing out across your plate before you could scoop it all up in the bread.

“How long does it take for the rats to go away?” you asked with some interest in his answer, if for no other reason to know what sort of yarn he'd spin next. The bread was buttered, the eggs unseasoned, but you ate it all anyway while watching him. “Are they permanent residents or do they come and go? You must be feeding them if they stay here.”

Granduncle took a long time to situate his bad leg under the table, longer to arrange his silverware and the direction of his food. “Oh, they have no interest in leaving, I don't think. If they really wanted to, I imagine they would've jumped back into the water and swam somewhere else.”

Each time the noises rose up between the wood slats under your feet during breakfast, granduncle told you not to worry about it, but you quieted every sound in your head to better hear rattling metal, reverberations of some sort—like having a man’s deep, anguished moan pressed right against your ribs. You weren't sure what you were looking for when you listened, only that you knew they were rats.

Granduncle looked at you, his appetite pushed away towards the center of the table with his plate. “Let's go for a walk, yes? The rain won't come back for a few hours.”

When you did walk after a meal, granduncle would often have to lie down with his dead leg propped up on a short stack of pillows for a long while. It became something of a habit of yours to exert him too much after dinner, forcing him to keep up with your youthfulness—your merry prances and unburdened soul.

For what it was worth, he did the best he could to never be a hindrance. He didn't seem to fully understand his own limitations either, making it quite a simple thing to steal the key from his belt loop while he slept—deep and silent, so much so that you needed to drop a tissue over his face from make sure he was still breathing—and unfasten the lock to descend a set of slick, stone stairs.

There wasn’t much to at the bottom; a space half-flooded from seasonal rains raising the sea-level, old pieces of ship equipment hanging like ornamentation, an old folding chair that had yet to rust despite damp air, and a large hole in the ground that was dark like the throat of a nightmare envisioned in the most precious hours of night.

You held a plate of raw meat, freshly thawed from the freezer, outstretched with a flickering lantern in your other hand. Anywhere else, you'd have just brought a flashlight—but, he didn't like the bright lights, had ripped the last one out of your hands and smashed it against the wall. Oil lanterns were better tolerated, but he still seemed to cower from the gentle flickers.

So, you placed the meat on the seat of the folding chair and walked closer to the hole, wading a hand through seawater until touching braids of cold metal, chains pulled taut as though weighted down by an anchor. You gave the closest one a tug, always with the same caution as a child gripping his mother's clothes in uncertain times, and backed away.

He never made noise when he surfaced, always frightfully quiet, only indicated by a trail of bubbles that followed after where he roamed underwater. The first thing to emerge was a dorsal fin flared proudly from the middle of his head until midway in the deepest curve of his back. His eyes were on you, abysmal black things with a luster you likened to a landbound fish, and skin and scales that moved stiffly with his facial movements.

“You,” said the creature, toneless and in a voice far too raspy and deep to have an equal match amongst human men. “You have come. You are here.”

Months ago, he hadn't been capable of simple speech such as this. The noises he made were incompatible to anything you had ever heard—perhaps mere vocalizations he utilized underwater, possibly something long gone and archaic—but he had started mimicking you when you'd speak, and eventually you started slowing down, giving him the time to feel how the sounds vibrated in his own throat.

“I brought you food, again.” You gestured towards the seat with raw meat with your lantern, prompting his passing glance of interest before he was back on you. “Not hungry? He usually doesn’t feed you that well. I haven't been down here in a week or so, so I figured you'd be ready to scarf it down.”

“No.”

He came closer and the size of him grew, a towering figure with strong, broad-shoulders and a chest built to withstand the friction of the sea he used to own. His face, although hidden in darkness and flickering shadow cast from your lantern, gleamed as the light struck his iridescent scales. The shape of his lips were human-like yet taut, helping to comfortably fit his sharp teeth inside his mouth.

You'd wondered at times what exactly he was, what your granduncle believed him to be and feared so much to hide him away, chained to a wall. You fantasized that he could be the lost prince of some underwater civilization, or the offspring of several thousands of years of evolution between humans and something else.

He never seemed to understand you when you asked him what he was.

“Come,” his reach was limited by the chains that bound his limbs, keeping him shy of touching your body. “Come to me.”

With the lantern set aside, a distance you hoped wouldn't turn him petulant, you walked in his arms and the shackles and made home there as he surrounded you. His embrace was not the sort you could escape, nor was the kiss he pressed against your mouth.

There were parts of him you were too scared to touch, where his scales were like serrated teeth and he had much less control to retract at will like the dorsal find along his back. His lips were smooth and cold, however, a safe place for you to be on his body along with the hard flesh on his chest.

He pushed himself into your touch as your fingertips traced the shape of his torso, rose with the sprawl of his breasts and shoulders, molded into the ridges of his lower abdomen that you felt pulse and tense the further downward you roamed.

The sheath around his groin had swelled significantly and seemed to twitch when you smoothed your hand across it, kneading it gently to see what would come of doing so. You'd seen this only once before several months ago, a time where you'd been more frightened of him and fled from the basement for weeks when he'd acted more aggressive than usual.

It was one of the many things he had taken notice of that were perceived negatively—with fear and distance and shutting him away in this deep dark until you found the courage to feed him again, because your uncle was petrified along with being restricted in his ability to navigate the stairs with his lame leg.

So, he had learned to behave at the worst of times to keep food supplied, for you to stay wrapped up in him like this and so curious to challenge the extent of his self-restraint.

His kiss had grown full-bodied and restless and gone elsewhere on your body to a great expanse of skin. His face nuzzled into the fabric hiding your warmth from him, teeth tearing and fraying the threads that kept your clothes together until you stopped him.

“Stop—wait, wait, wait.” You walked back out of his arms once he was able to recognize the words. He reached for you despite the clattering bonds around his wrist, but you took your time to shuck the clothes from your body and fold them.

Once he had you back, he led you to the edge of the pool of endless depths and sank down inside of it. Your toes touched the very edge of darkness, stirring a rabble of butterflies in your gut that did not dissipate even once he resurfaced.

“Sit.” He gestured right at where you stood. “Sit down.”

The idea of having any part of your body submerged in the black water left you with little desire in continuing this, but you obeyed and slowly lowered your rear to the rim of the pool, legs speckled by goose pimples as the cold water gripped up to the inside of your thighs.

“Yes, good.” He was close enough to push your thighs wide apart and stick his tongue inside of you. You took in a great sucking breath, startled from the suddenness of it and the long, articulate appendage massaging a part of you in a way no one ever had before.

You leaned back on your arms when they weakened and shook from the sensations, eyes flicking towards the drab ceiling, wondering just how far under the living quarters of the lighthouse you actually were and whether granduncle would hear any lewd sounds that were beginning to hum in your throat.

“Keep going.” He said when you moaned, tongue retracted from your body to mimic the ministrations you made with your hand and fingers while you stroked yourself. “Keep doing it.”

He nudged your hand away to put his mouth over that stimulated spot instead, sucking and licking along you with such fervor that you dissolved into hard pants and whimpers, tempted to close your thighs around his head and push him away as the tight warmth inside of you flushed out with a kaleidoscopic burst of color and cool air following the trail of something slowly oozing out of you.

It took a second orgasm and chanting turned to cries to get him off of you. That brief respite ended when he took you by the waist and dragged you into the pool with him. By that point, you were too far spent to have anything but unshakeable indifference to the depths and the cold.

His kiss was as it had been before, rough and restless, forceful in a way that left you malleable and melting against him. Even when he had your front wedged between the rim of the pool and his chest, you couldn't bring yourself to react much.

You felt his thighs mold to the back of yours before the slim tip of his cock pushed into you, the girth of it thickening considerably at the base. The friction of the water wasn't an obstacle for him to fuck into you with greedy thrusts that threw your hips forward, knocking skin and bone against the wall of the pool.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh—” the ridges of his cock were an unusual feeling, catching your walls in spots, spreading you wider when he'd withdraw part way and plunge back inside. “Oh, shit—feels good. Harder. Harder. Harder!”

There was truly never any way to know how much he understood when you said it, something called into question when his thrusts slowed to a stop, but he stayed hard inside of you. For a moment, the water settled along with your heavy breaths and blood gushing through your ears.

Things slowly came back into focus—the dancing lantern light, the room temperature meat, the wicked water in which you were immersed to the waist while the rest of you was braced by him.

He shifted behind you, adjusting his thighs so yours went even wider. Before you could ask the things you wanted to, a new sensation stole your breath—the swollen head of a second cock, different in shape and size from the first, pushed into you and lay flush atop the other.

“Don't—don’t move.” You were struggling to do the same thing with such an enormous stretch you'd never had to accommodate before. Tension built in your throat, whether a sob or a scream or your own anxiety, and stayed there to cinch your voice into silence.

He soothed you with lips and teeth all over your flesh; the back of your neck, the cartilage of your ears and the underside of your jawbone. His large hands left the shelf of your hips and felt along your front side, nipples, chest, stomach, and groin where he tried to recreate the same pleasure on you now as you had done for yourself earlier.

“Good?” He nested his cocks deeper when he heard you moan. The pain of it was beginning to subside, but the strangeness of it remained. “Is it good?”

"Just—just don't hurt me.”

His hands were back on your hips to keep you seated on his thighs while he thrust into you. It wasn't as easy for him to move as it was before, perhaps realizing the limitations of a human companion, but continued in snappy pulses that made the water lap at the skin on your back and turned your thoughts into senseless, garbled things.

Soon enough, you were riding a sloppy, savage rhythm to which you had no control of whatsoever as he chased his end. In moments where he seemed to regress into a natural state, almost animalistic in the way he rutted into you and buried his cocks, one would slip out and go forgotten for a time. The length of it glided against your groin, a smooth motion underwater that prodded your sore spots before he was able to fit it back into place with the other.

Amid your luscious sounds were those of his own; labored, air-sucking rasps that rumbled from places more than just his throat. They were probably never meant to be heard above the surface of water, just as he didn't belong fucking a human while being chained to a wall.

You thought about that fact while the last thrusts he took seated his cocks so deep that you ached, hard surges of warmth flooding your insides in a way unexpectedly delightful. He clung to you with his arms and shackles even well after he had emptied himself in your body and retracted both cocks into their sheath.

After a while, he hoisted you out of the water and followed you to retrieve your clothes. He stopped short of the chains pulling in the wall, watching while you wiped away the remnants of him oozing down the backs of your thighs and redressed.

“Don't go.” He kissed you and let his cold lips linger over yours. “Stay here.”

You returned the affection as endlessly as he gave it, only thinking that sunrise would soon come to pull you apart.

a/n: not my best work, but hopefully passable. it's really helpful when y'all reblog, so please do so!!!

I don't really have any comments on this because I'm starting over from zero on the long-fic of the aquatic monster story bc I hated what I had lmao.

anyway, please keep in mind that is a concept piece. chances are that none of this will be present in the actual long-fic. this just helps me to explore ideas and familiarize myself with characters.

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catboymoments · 2 months

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For the longest time I was trying to figure out how I could fit V3 into my nextgen au for danganronpa, because while yes it’s not necessary I still wanted to do something fun and refreshing with the characters I like and the game I hate. I don’t like v3, I feel like it was a “fuck you” to the fans of DR, and so much of it was so underdeveloped and just. Lazy. HOWEVER I feel like the characters at their base have a lot of potential and could do better as my own ocs So!! They’re mine now!!!! Yes they have similarities to the characters they’re based off of, but for the most part I’m taking them and running away from “v3 canon” to make a world similar to what Araki did with the Steel Ball Run universe in jjba. You understand.

This isn’t all of them of course- I just feel like I should drop the first few while I work on the rest and do research where I need to :3c

Meet a few of the students from the class below Hayatos at Newdawn Academy, the school connected with the primary post-tragedy reconstruction program after the collapse of Future Foundation!

#my art #danganronpa #danganronpa postcanon #my ocs #class 02 #Rahim Ahmadi #shino saihara #an kyung ja #khyle chavez ortega #k1b0 #katya tkchenko

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skelinor · 1 year

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mother and daughter

#nge #evangelion #neon genesis evangelion #asuka #asuka langley soryu #unit 02 #fanart #oc #art #watercolor #digital art #illustration #procreate

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fandomssvetlanafrom · 8 days

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Comic Space Riders AU: "Confession"

Part: 1/?

ENG: Dramatic, but at the same time there will be a story related not only to love, but also about a past life and so on (this applies to my Oc's and others from Space Riders Au!)

Confession - it means that the password needs to be aware of your own feelings (pain, love, fear, etc.). If you hide it with a lie, then there will be great trouble..

RUS:Драматическая, но в том же время будет история связано не только любви, но и о прошлой жизни и прочее(это касается моих Oc's и других по Space Riders Au!)

Признание- имеется виду, что пароль нужно осознаваться своих же чувствах(боль, любовь, страх и прочее). Если же ложью скрывать, то беда большая будет..

Author's Space Riders AU by @onyxonline

Oc's Author's

North Heat @north-heats-stronghold

Zane @moonspiritleaf

#poppy playtime 3 #smiling critters #space riders au #myoc #fandomssvetlanafrom #space riders au oc #comic #north heat #zane the wolf #zelda starsnow #dogstar-02(sparky)

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liecomj · 9 months

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#digimon #digimon adventure #デジモン #digimon adventure 02 #fanart #digimon02 #commission #digifake #oc #impmon #veemon #v-mon #vmon #gazimon

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pigeonneaux · 3 months

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Fil de Fer but it's the goo scene from Howl's Moving Castle

#a demon told me to do it (my best friend)(she forced me)(not)#myart #fil de fer oc #f2f #howls moving castle #original character #oc #pigeoc #Illustration #drawing #artist on tumblr #suggestive #nudity #digital art #ghibli #redraw #paint tool sai #04 02 2024

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begglog · 11 months

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went on an absolute FIELD DAY with signalis and developed my own personal story for it... god the game is such a masterpiece

#signalis #signalis oc #falke signalis #kolibri signalis #storch signalis #star signalis #eule signalis #ich bin hier unbekannt #madame 02 #eins #zwei #frigg #edelweiss #yoru #luna #my art

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laidback-thrills · 5 months

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DING DING DING DING COME GET Y'ALLS FOOD

Alt. Versions beneath vvv

Kenneth really just wants to live in the woods forever and go hiking with someone nice...🤭

#my stuff #dsaf oc #kenneth 32 02 #phone guy oc #i promised i would u guys

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koushirouizumi · 1 year

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Meanwhile with DigiAdvs 02 [... and some O.C.s]

Inter-national Chosen O.C. Shane... entering a certain Place for the first time in 10~ Years: ... Shane: (This is risky, but I need to confirm if---) Person, immediately spotting Shane: (!!) ...Oh. SHANE: SHANE: (SH*T) Shane: (I should have guessed the "head" would still be around, even if enough "time" may have passed in between--) Shane: Sorry. Uh. I didn't want you to see me like this. In fact, you're not supposed to be seeing me. You didn't see me. Sorry, I'll go (*turns to leave*) Person: ... Person: Your brother has been concerned as to your whereabouts "since then". SHANE: Shane: ("Brother.") I can't bother them with this right now. Person: ... Shane: Just... Shane: One request. Person: Shane: I want a "plain" one. OK? With my original name centered on it. That's all Person, slowly Nodding: Shane: (*turns to scram for real*) SHANE, Not Looking Back: (*BOLTS*) Shane, making it outside, not immediately noticing anything else "sudden": (I made it outside. Good, even if I couldn't look around basically at all, no one else has "seen me" ye---) Shane, landing eyes on Someone: SOMEONE, Staring back up at Shane: (??!???!) SHANE: (SH*T) (Gotta dodge before they---) That Someone, immediately running to tackle jump at Shane: SHANE, No Flexibility Since "revival": (OOF) HEY- SHANE: (YOU--) (Harsh whispering) What if I'm an evil {'Mon} posing as your b---?! Patrick {Shane's sibling}: You're not. Patrick: This is an "important" place. Even the immediate surrounding, technically - "Evil" monsters *can't even step foot* inside there... Patrick: For us it's definitely the truth... SHANE: ... Shane: (They got me.) Shane: LOOK, I have to go. You can't come wi--- Patrick: No. I'm coming with you Shane: (My siblings' turned into a DELINQUENT.) PATRICK: (*YOU* WERE THE ONE WHO VANISHED FOR JUST ABOUT *10 YEARS*.) SHANE: (IT WAS AN *ACCIDENT*) PATRICK: (I DON'T CARE "HOW" IT HAPPENED I AM NOT LETTING THEM TAKE YOU AGAIN) SHANE: ...You're really not going to let go are you? Patrick: No. Shane, meeting Takeru's gaze down the steps: Takeru, noticing Patrick: (?!??!) SHANE: (Yeah, this was definitely my bad, but now we BOTH need to go back with you...)

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blazefirefox · 2 months

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BEHOLD, MORE ENA OCS

I was rewatching the Dream BBQ announcement trailer when I noticed one of the spinning ENAs had the exact same colors as ThEna, just swapped, so I got the idea of making ENA OCs based on the other ENAs seen.

Here are my first three, the spooky siblings (based on color scheme), Enette, Enalise, and RegEna (left to right). I created GEna to complete the trifecta lol

Individuals + their "serial numbers"

Extra Info:

This group of sibs work with the ENA seen in Dream BBQ, under Froggy. They're pretty much the closest things she has to friends in her workplace, and they enjoy her company (GEna doesn't show it much tho)

Enatte (ENA-8532-01):

Orange - Efficient; the oldest ENA of any batch is expected to excel and be an example for their sibs, but this was driven into 01 more, as her batch was the first completely functional trio of ENAs that were created for a while. Unlike her sisters, 01 fully enjoys her job, even respecting Froggy a great amount. Her voice headcannon is Ben Balmaceda (specifically Kaveh from Genshin Impact, mostly just Ben himself).

Saffron - Mischievous; after years of conditioning to be a golden example for all Worker ENAs, her desires to be free and do what she enjoys culminated in her troublemaker side, which 01 does a good job repressing until she's off from work. The most important thing her siblings know about this side is that she usually goes along with what shenanigans they do. Her voice headcannon is Brianna Knickerbocker (specifically Hu Tao from Genshin Impact).

RegEna [GEna] (ENA-8532-02)

Purple - Haughty; she loves her older sister, she really does. But 02 hates how seriously she expects them to take this stupid job. Before they matured, 02 was known for her mean streak, often taking out her frustrations of the world on younger ENAs that were unfortunate to come her way. It wasn't until she accidentally hurt her younger sister that she started calming down. Now, she just a normal asshole. Her voice headcannon is Ryan Sean O’Donohue (specifically Demyx from Kingdom Hearts).

Orange - Guilty; when the sibs were assigned to work under Froggy, 02's siblings noticed that her other side became more downcast and self-deprecating, bursting into tears and continually apologizing for how she acts when her dominant side is in control, especially to 03. The youngest ENA in question does not know how to feel about this. Her voice headcannon is Erica Mendez (specifically White Lily Cookie from Cookie Run: Kingdom).

Enalise [Lisa] (ENA-8532-03)

Saffron - Thoughtful; unlike her older sisters, who either love or detest their job, 03 usually doesn't pay any mind to it, and does an average job. She actually is drawn to the oddness of the world around her, what secrets they hold, why things work like they do. She can't help but feel envious of Scholar ENAs since they have the access and knowledge 03 so desperately wants. Her voice headcannon is Khoi Dao (specifically Albedo from Genshin Impact).

Purple - Judgemental; experiencing 02's behavior before their full maturity shaped 03's annoyance into a need to reprimand everything she does and to communicate what 02's problem is in her own way, thus her snappy, but kind of well-meaning side. 03 is less shameful of this side than others think she should be, as the youngest ENA believes that "she was made the way she was, and she's going to let what emotions slip through happen." Her voice headcannon is Brittney Karbowski (specifically Mio from Ghost Stories Dub).

Next is Enaline, based on the ENA in the second picture on the right!

Alt. Outfit + her old Worker look

Extra Info:

Created as a Worker ENA, Enaline would become a Runaway after her other sibs went "missing under mysterious circumstances" and she "saw something she shouldn't have", as she puts it. Not much is known about her past other than this, as she soon becomes unresponsive after giving up too much information. She's mostly seen hanging out in the Karaoke Bar AthEna (ThEna) works at, and is very social, depending on which side is dominant.

Enaline (ENA-7450-03)

Sky Blue - Carefree; after experiencing The Horrors™, Enaline decides that she won't let her past and regrets tie her down, so she up and leaves the Sector she grew up in and ended up settling in the area overseen by The Clown. She is very jovial in this state, being more of an 'act first think about the consequences later' kind of ENA. Her voice headcannon is Kieran Regan (specifically Shikanoin Heizou from Genshin Impact).

Salmon - Existential; despite her attempts, Enaline can never fully leave behind the cause of her upturned life, and when she thinks about that, she becomes unpleasant (at least that's what she thinks). The former Worker feels a constant dread tugging at her in this state, something she can't remedy no matter what she does. All Enaline can do is not think about all of that while she's Carefree, and everything will be fine! Her voice headcannon is Monica Rial (specifically Momoko Koigakubo from Ghost Stories Dub).

@anniewuubelike 👀👀👀

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jtl-fics · 13 days

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SMITHY PLEASE MY LOVE

5-1-24 WIP Wednesday | Fluent Freshman (FD)

They both sit in silence for a few moments sipping their milkshakes. Smith wonders if there is something else that Nicky is going to hit him with because he’s still looking at Smith with narrowed eyes.

“You…understand Russian?” Nicky asks.

“Yes.” Smith exhales looking down at his shake.

“Fluently?”

“Fluently.”

“Your major?” “Foreign languages.”

Suddenly Smith finds both of his hands in Nicky’s and when he looks up Nicky’s eyes are wide with excitement. “You have to tell me what they say to one another!” he exclaims excitedly.

Smith blinks.

#Fluent Freshman FD AU #Fluent Freshman AU #Palmetto State Foxes #AFTG #AFTG OC #AFTG AU #Andreil #Fluent Freshman FD - Chapter 1 - 09 #5-1-24 WIP Wednesday #02

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melancholywally · 6 months

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Digimon Other Evolution 2/?

A popular evolution line for Wormmon that ends in the BAN-TYO Digimon, BanchoStingmon.

Stages: Baby I: Leafmon Baby II: Minomon Child: Wormmon Adult: Stingmon Perfect: JewelBeemon Ultimate: BanchoStingmon

#digimon #digimon adventure 02 #wormmon #stingmon #jewelbeemon #banchostingmon #digimon survive #digimon oc

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dewphox · 1 year

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Daphne as a kid! She arrived in her nightgown with 6years old and then worked hard to stay with babamon who was the first digimon she’s encoutered. As always more lore under the cut bc you should choose yourself if u wanna read my walls of text babes <3

The nightgown holds incredible sentimental value to Daphne since it’s the one things she has from her home, so she uses it until it no longer fits and then adds on and does some changes to still wear it.

Babamon’s spare is prolly selfexplanatory but ykno for the longest time it was her only real piece of clothing other than her nightgown. If she wanted new clothes she had to make them herself and it took some time until her hands really had the finesse needed to make something presentable. But with all things textile she’s a fast learner with it being something her family was known for so it was in her blood so to speak.

Hometown memories is an outfit she’s very proud of which she made with her limited memories of her homevillage and what her mother used to wear. The thing on her waist is a handspindle btw.

Scattered pieces of cloth is how she more often than not dresses herself since it’s quick n easy to thrown on something lying around.

Baba also gave her one of her earrings which she’s enchanted to always know where Daphne is, since she’s known to be quiet the troublemaker.

Their relationship is based off of the fairytale ‘‘frau holle’‘ as it’s a special one for me. Babamon ofcourse being the strict teacher like figure of frau holle, however i intend her to be a bit more grumpy yet secretly very sweet. And Daphne is both gold and pechmarie! She does as she’s told to the best of her abilities and because she geniuenly wants to help and pull her weight, but she can also drop all her chores if there’s something she saw out of the corner of her eye and she just HAS TO investigate UU Or she’s told not to play with Babamons broom and she complies, but yknow.. just once <3

the alchemy things really only start like i think after 10 yo or maybe the first signs she’s on to something start with her being 9, but I imagine she’s pretty much confined to babamons home and at the very best has a disguise for when she really has to go out (or for her to sneak out) until then.

After that i’ve already mentioned that she first can make potions to look like babamon and then later has her alraumon persona and a pretty big assortment of other stuff :D But again, no one but Babamon knows there’s a human living with her. And Babamon isn’t her partner digimon, just a caretaker/mentor.

I looked for which digimon might fit her but i’m not a 100% on any and if at all i would make one myself, then i found dressmon which was perfect with the sewing theme but that’s an appmon and apparently those don’t live in the digiworld but an inbetween space, between human and digiworld within peoples smartphones and like how tf is Daphne supposed to get even a mobile phone to become her buddy or what’s it called She’s from the medieval times and thinks Digimon are fairies, basically the last person to own let alone understand phones </3

Maybe i’ll come up with a convoluted plan that she, she’s on in her dreams, makes a puppet and somehow can like bind one to that puppet body don’t @ me by god she’s either staying partnerless or I’ll make it happen myself 😤

and yeah i tried to lean into the 02 artstyle, bc i think it’s the most fun haha. not that the the new art styles are bad, ghost game and tri especially look so clean and nice, but 02 had so much personality and it was so...shaped <3

okay heyyy, hiii, hello, hallo read all the way through again huh? you know what has to happen now uu MWAH! kissy for you, hope it was entertaining, have a wonderful rest of the week or weekend who knows, thank you for the attention <3<3<3

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