#BUT OH FUCK ITS ALMOST HERE AGH AGH AGH

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

im so Normal. totally not shaking and crying rn

#its nice to be this excited about something again! to the point of nausea! #and i Mean That #this is the good kinda stress. tis a welcome break from the usual brands #all week i've been having moments of 'ohhhh god New Information Incoming' and i have to sit down every time #and measure my breathing to chill tf out #is this unhealthy! maybe! i am trying to keep it Contained!! tightly leashed if you will #BUT OH FUCK ITS ALMOST HERE AGH AGH AGH #absolutely unprompted #welcome home #i will probably be unable to discover secrets bc i am bad with computers and the like #but hey! ill try! #if there's like... a spoiler tag yall want from me ill make sure to tag any Update Posts with it #then again wh is a unique scenario of like... Are there spoilers #bc it feels like a 'a couple people uncover stuff and then show/tell the rest' thing #but what would i know! this is kinda the first update! #LETS GO GAMERS I HOPE THE NEW STUFF IS TRAUMATIZING FOR BOTH US AND THE CHARACTERS #alright im getting to excited again im gonna go lay down #gonna be refreshing pages every ten seconds even when its completely illogical and meaningless to do so

[darkenedurge]

𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐑𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐭.

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CONTENT : Fem/Elf Tav | Subby Rolan, but then he gets a little more confident muahaha | Tail Play | Heated Make-Outs | Messy Confession | Fingering (F Receiving) | P in V Sex | Rip Lorroakan (fuck that bitch) | Creampiiieee 🥧 | Tiefling Tail Head-Canons (ofc)

A/N : i’ve been wanting to write rolan for so long idk why it took me forever but AGH here we are i <3 tieflings

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Rolan's head is reeling. Thoughts, realisations, spinning within the cavern of his skull. Lorroakan, gone. And, he owes thanks yet again to his 'valiant' hero. To which, he raises his head – lips, parting to speak.

Yet, not even a breath escapes him – not before he's barrelling backward into a bookshelf, hands grasping at his robes, and lips upon his own. Her lips. The lips he'd dreamed of for so long, lips he'd yearned for – yet so painfully denied himself.

Her tongue isn't patient, as impatient as she, winding its way into his mouth with a soft noise of satisfaction. In turn, he whines, hands reaching to grapple at any part of her he could blindly reach – clawing at her hips, drawing her nearer.

She rolls her hips into his, arousal coiling within his abdomen, and he has to muster all that he has to break for air – instantaneous in his mourning at the loss of her lips, her taste.

"What are you.. doing..?" Is all he can manage, in a panted breath, a string of saliva still connecting them – his gaze, hazy with desire, as he peers at her through half-lidded eyes.

"Something I should've done a long time ago," She replies, blunt, simple. Her hand brushes a strand of hair back, away from his face, touch uncharacteristically gentle in comparison to what he'd just witnessed – "I really like you, Rolan."

He almost laughs. In fact, no, he does laugh – a small, quiet huff of amusement. "I think we've established that," He quips, snarky as ever, "But for what it's worth, I like you too. A lot."

A brief pause. His eyes dart from corner to corner. Flitting between bloodshed, books and..

Her companions are nowhere to be found. To that, he internally, mentally, breathes a loud, genuine sigh of relief. She notices, a coy smile playing at her lips, her fingers dipping beneath his robes – fingertips cold, against the harshness of his warmth, bumping over the ridges that decorated his skin. Rolan feels a shiver crawl up his spine, eyes fluttering to a momentary close, as a shaking, uneven breath ghosts past his lips.

“So, are we going to finish what we started?” Comes her voice, Gods her voice, once more – the words purred against his ear, her teeth grazing his skin. He’s unable to swallow the whimper that fights its way out, chest notably heaving, “My ears are s– ahh.. sensitive..”

She hums, hand seeking purchase in his underwear, but lingering just above the waistband – awaiting consent. “I assumed as much,” She murmurs, “Elven ears are only the same..”

“So, I’m your first tiefling?” He asks, voice dipping to a low, rasping hum, as he guides her hand to his cock – hips stuttering as her hand began teasing, languid strokes, thumb paying mind to the ridges that adorned his shaft – alongside bitterly teasing the tip with clear intent. He moans. Pitched, and unrestrained.

“First, and last.” Is her reply, brows knitted in concentration as she peers down at her own working hand, wrist expertly twisting, earning further, mewling whines from Rolan’s mouth.

Rolan’s own, fickle, fantasies paled in comparison to the reality that had now so graciously dawned upon him, his thighs tensing with every pump of her fist.

“So sensitive,” She muses, and his hands grapple for the bookshelf behind him, “I wonder if your tail is the same..”

“Don’t–!” Rolan gasps, but his fragile warning is cast upon deaf ears, her spare hand already pinching the tip of his tail between her thumb and forefinger. He yelps, spilling over her hand with trembling of his thighs.

“Oh,” Her tongue swipes over her fingers, before they sink into her mouth, tasting his seed – “Very sensitive.”

The after-shock of Rolan’s orgasm blurs his vision, whirls his head. So much so that he hardly, if at all, processes her movements – the disappearing of his tail, within the caverns of her mouth, slick with saliva. It’s not until her cheeks hollow, and a spasm of pleasure writhes through him, earning a waned whimper from the back of his throat. “Don’t– I can’t, I– too sss–sensitive..”

Rolan tugs, his tail pleading for exit – her jaw falls slack, brows arched in question. He has to catch his breath, and he does so; though, incredibly unsteadily. Meekly.

“I’m sorry,” His hands, without forewarning, toy with her armour – a silent begging for her to be rid of it, bloodshed and all, “I can’t cum again, not unless it’s inside of you.” She blinks, still and unprepared for the first time since the mere moments ago that their encounter started. Her senses, however, are swift in their return – and she peels off piece after piece, revealing every curve; every freckle, every shred of skin that Rolan could only have ever dreamed of touching, tasting.

Rolan’s robes are much less hassle, and to a silent God he offers his thanks for it. Stripped bare in front of one another, silence offers it’s blanket. It’s her, who moves first, fingertips dancing from his shoulders, right down to his knuckles. He notices the faintest of smiles playing at her lips, adoring in its nature. With a swallowed breath, Rolan outlines her waist, her hips, thighs, ass, with his hands.

“You’re warm,” She states, softly. He hums, and with a sharp pull on his behalf – their bodies are pressed flush. Wordlessly, she’s lead backward – thighs hitting the edge of something hard, sharp, earning an expel of air from her mouth. A desk. Lorroakan’s desk.

With a grunt of effort, she was splayed before him – upon the wood of the desk, his tail wound around her leg, spreading her open with gentle encouragement. His fingers press to her lips, and she understands – tongue swirling, wetting them. With a ‘pop!’, the digits are released – sinking impatiently into her pleading, begging cunt. Rolan gasps, her cunt hot, and tight around his fingers, as they slid, in, out, in, out. He curls them, and her head is thrown back. Thumb, paying mind to her neglected bud, circling it.

“So wet,” He murmurs, not toward her in particular – more so, a thought that had accidentally been uttered aloud. Regardless, he doesn’t regret it. No, her reply only makes him wish he’d said more.

“Because it’s you, Rolan.” She whines.

Gods, he couldn’t wait anymore. She groans, at the absence of his fingers, and he shushes her. “So greedy,” He mewls, “Even when you’re about to get exactly what you want.”

The inside of her greets his cock far differently in comparison to that of his fingers. She clenches, near immediately, and blissfully so. His hips are steady at first, cautious. Until they’re not, her hands finding his in an act of desperation, as his hips piston at an impossible pace – her hips rolling in tandem with his harsh, needy thrusts. Lewd sounds encapsulate the room, skin against skin, raw noises ripped equally from both of their throats. It’s heaven, if such a place truly exists.

Delirious, Rolan barely registers, notices, the premature arrival of his orgasm crawling up his spine, strumming his nerves. A guttural, cracked moan is yanked from his mouth, and he spills inside of her – eyes blown wide. “I’m sorry,” His nose, buries in the crook of her neck, “M’sorry.”

He feels the shaking of her head, light and affectionate, against him. “It’s alright,” A kiss, tender as its pressed to his hair, “I wanted you to.. I’m yours now.”

“Mine.” The word, singular, is spoken through a hidden smile.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate iii #rolan x tav #bg3 rolan #rolan bg3 #rolan #tav x rolan #bg3 smut #bg3 x reader #rolan x reader #elf tav

[wildflowwer]

•SOFT

warnings: sub jungkook, dom reader, jungkook is such a softie, pegging, nicknames( my love, baby, good boy, mommy...) spanking (m.r) sucking a strap on dildo (m.r), aslo reader touches jungkooks hair alot (jungkooks hair is long here) there's more ig I'm not sure tho-

hope yall enjoy

Soft.

He was so soft.

It was so easy to make him all flustered. Make him easily let out shaky breaths and whines.

he was so cute looking like this, sitting on the couch watching his favourite show when you got down from upstairs

You sat next to him wraping your arm around jungkooks waist, pulling him closer and hugging him tight

"Yn not rn I'm watching my show" not taking his eyes off the tv screen

"What am I doing? Can't I just hug my lovely boyfriend? Plus I missed you. I missed you being underneath me" smirks

jungkook freezer for a moment. Not knowing what to say or do. He just started at the tv.

you got closer to him, your hot breath hitting his neck making him inhale and let out shaky breaths but still stayed quiet. You placed a kiss on his neck and smiled.

"I really missed you. Didn't you miss me too?" Puts his hair behind his ear.

jungkook turned towards her, looking her in the eyes lustfully

"didn't you miss how I make you moan my name?" You tilted your head, giving jungkook an innocent smile while playing with his hair

"Hm? don't you miss the way I touch you my love?" Gets closer to jungkook. He still stayed silent with a blush on his face. You got closer to him, pinning his arms down on the couch making jungkook gasp at your sudden move.

You stared in his eyes

"Yn-"

You shut him up by kissing him, jungkook let out a small noise, kissing you back. The kiss was slow, passionate and full with love.

You broke the kiss after a good second, taking you breath.

"jungkook"

"hm?"

"I love you yk?"

"Y-yes I do know and... I love you too"

You smiled.

You leaned down again kissing his neck making him let out soft moans, enjoying himself. I mean its been a while since you touched him, ofc he will let you do this to him instead of missing this out for sum show he can watch later too.

You took off his shirt throwing it aside. You placed open mouth kisses on his chest making his hiss and arch his back. Kissing his sensitive nipples making his melw a 'please'

you grabed his hands on top if his head holding them with your left hand while you run your right hand down his chest while kissing him.

You stoped and looked at him.

"Baby, I will make you feel so good" peck his lips

"nghh~ please do" try's to free his hands

You opened your pants making jungkook gasp at the view

"youre wearing it?"

"Mhm" you hummed as you holded out your strap on. You where planing on fucking him anyways

Smirk "cmon baby,suck it I forgot the lube"

Jungkook blushed at that. He slowly got up and sat on his knees, he took the fake dick on his right hand and put it inside his mouth moaning at the feeling. He started bobing his head, taking it so well and deep, leaving chocked sounds

"Good boy taking that cock so well" holding jungkooks hair out if his face

"cmon baby strip now" smiles

Jungkook shyly got up and started pulling down his sweatpants and his underwear

"Good boy" holds jungkooks face on your hand, tucking his hair behind his ear making jungkook smile

"get on all fours my love"

Jungkook got on all fours before you even finished your sentence. He wanted to be good for you. He was your good boy after all right?

"Fuck you're so sexy jungkook" spanks his ass

"agh-" jungkook lets out as he arched his back

"Oh fuck. You fr drive me crazy" you put your cock inside him and started moving.

"a-ah fuck~" jungkook leaned down resting his head to the couch, gripping it

"c-can you go faster plea-Agh-Aahh~" jungkook arched his back hard,gripping the couch hard. Leaving slutty moans out, he almost sounded like he was crying

"Yeah baby? You like that" slams her hips agains his ass hard wich made his ass jiggle.God did he had a big ass. A sexy one.

"God! Fuck yn~" jungkook cries out

"Moan my name baby that's right" Smirks

"A-ah fuck! Mommy I'm cumming~ oh my god, oh my god-" jungkook came with a loud moan, making a mess all over the couch and himself.

"Hmm~ good boy" you purred

Jungkooks hands gave up but luckily you where holding him.

You turned jungkook around and kissed him, he tried kissing you back with the energy he has left.

"you where such a good boy yk?" Smiles and fix jungkooks hair

Jungkook smiles

"thank you. I missed this soo much" hugs you

"awh my baby, ofc. I'm always here for you" Kiss the top of his head

"yn"

"Hm?"

:

"I love you sm"

:

"I love you more my love. Now cmon let's get you cleaned up" smiles

"okay" Kisses you on the cheek

sorry yall I've been gone for a while but I'm back now:) hope yall enjoyed this jungkook fic too. If yall did enjoy it, please leave a like, it will mean sm to me. Again thank yall for the support. Ily and take care❤️

#kpop #sub!kpop #bts #sub!bts #dom!reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook #sub!jungkook

[littlescaryinternetguy]

A dramatic groan woke him up. He bolted upright at the volume of it, remembered the situation, relaxed a little. He slid out of his bed and pulled on a bathrobe, padded through the front room, and opened the front door onto a vista of sadness. There, in the early morning light, was the woman he loved, and who loved him, even though he was very, very small. So small that now his home easily fit onto her bedside table.

“Carol?” he called across the abyss between the bed and the bedside table.

“Oh fuck I feel like a cat who got run over,” said Carol, weakly. She stared straight up, blinking slowly. “I dunno if you should be here. I don’t wanna make you sick, Will.”

Will considered this. He shrugged mentally. “I’m not sure I can avoid it. If it’s coming for me, it’s coming. We’re in the same room and all.” She replied with a brief groan of acquiescence. He stepped onto the rickety but (so far) safe suspension bridge they had rigged up from the table to her bed.

When he made it across, he could feel the fever radiating from her, just from standing near her neck.

“You should probably call my sister. You’re gonna need some soup and lots of liquids.”

“Yeah…” She sighed and grunted and pushed herself up, called Tanya, who said she could be there in an hour or so. Carol hung up and flopped backwards, bouncing Will off his feet. “Oh fuck, sorry…” she whispered, and then clenched her eyes shut.

Will considered her. His partner, who had stayed with him even when he became smaller than a toy. Who was now largely immobile, breathing slowly and loudly. When her eyes were open she stared at the ceiling. She was the size of a demolished building lying on its side.

“I wish I could do something, hon,” he said. He put his palm on her neck. She flinched a little.

“That actually feels nice, little Mister Ice Hands.”

“Oh. Good.” He leaned his whole front against her, feeling her heartbeat thud dully against him. He felt her shiver pass through him.

“Ugh. Thanks.”

“I just wish I could do more.”

“You’re doing everything you can, hon. You are doing literally everything you can.”

“Yeah.”

“Not many people do literally everything they can.”

He leaned forward and kissed the warm soft wall of her neck.

“I’m supposed to be making you feel better,” he said.

“You are.”

He nodded, forgetting for a moment that she couldn’t see it. He thought for a moment. And then he started climbing the pillow by her neck.

“What are you doing?”

“Tell you… soon…” he replied, breathless with effort. Soon he came to a more gentle slope in the pillow as the weight of her head sunk in. Beneath limp strands of her hair was her ear, delicate and very sensitive. He waited to cool down some.

“It’s soon, Will. Spill it.”

“I’ll demonstrate.” He reached out and touched the back of her ear, near the top. She almost yelped, and jerked a little, enough to make him fall back. “If you stay still, I might be able to cool you off a bit. Every so often. Mr. Ice Hands, remember?”

“OK, I’ll try to stay still. Agh.” She clenched her eyes tight.

So he tucked his whole body between the top of her ear and her head. It was like climbing into a furnace for him, but he felt her shiver, then sigh.

“That’s actually really nice,” she said, weakly. He rolled out to cool himself down. “Come back!” she said, piteously.

“Let me cool off a second first,” he replied.

“Oh. OK.”

He did it again, and again she shivered.

“Look at us,” she said.

He looked at himself, and then the thicket of brown hair he was in, and the pink shell of her ear that disappeared into it. “Look at us,” he agreed. She breathed in sharply, pained, then let it out.

“I love you, hon,” she said. “Nobody has ever… gone so far for me.”

“Nobody has ever gone so far for me, either. I love you so much.” He pressed himself to her ear again, and was rewarded with another tremor. The phone rang and Carol turned her head with a jerk, catapulting him over her cheek, into the blast of her hot breath. She made a small noise of surprise, reached her hand up and caught him between thumb and finger. She gave him a kiss. Time was that such a tumble would have caused both of them to panic, but that time was a while back, and they knew the limits of what their bodies could and could not do to each other.

It was Tanya, saying she was running late. “It’s ok,” said Carol. “I’m feeling a little bit better. I’ve got a l’il bit here helping me feel better.”

#g/t #sfw g/t #g/t fluff #sfw giant/tiny #giant/tiny #sfw gt #cw: illness #my dreams are not so extravagent #if I could have this I'd be happy

[ideas-scattered-dreams]

My THRONE. My RULE.

fandoms : genshin impact AU: imposter au

IMAGINE THAT...

You sat on your throne a fist on your cheek and a lazy look displayed on your gorgeous face. you look down to your loyal acolytes .. they had their heads down in shame. shame, shame, shame. these loyal acolytes of yours are now begging for forgiveness. why..? isn't it their own fault for not knowing u were the real creator? isn't it their fault for not recognizing the false one? weren't they LOYAL and FAITHFUL to you? or are u just a JOKE! Those days u ran to not get killed by the Favonius knights, those milleths, the shogun's army and many many more acolytes that volunteered.. the days you were injured by swords, arrows, hurtful comments, the npcs hitting u with damn rocks... the only thing u luckily got yourself to be in your rightful throne is that u cut yourself Infront of them, gold and starry blood oozed out of your arm. then panic! Recalling those disgusting memories made you enraged. after all that, they confidently BEG for forgiveness.... the trauma u received... is unforgivable. you clenched your eyes shut, teeth clenched together, fist clenched tightly.. you felt sick just looking at these damn monsters that almost killed you, u felt utterly disgusted. Nahida was besides you, she looked at your shaken form and softly held your hand to calm you... you looked at her and smiled. but in the end you had someone here that actually believed you when u both first met. Afterall she was the archon of wisdom. You sat up, anger visible to see from the window of your soul, you knew u weren't gonna forgive these dumb monsters. why should you? would you really forgive the ones that gave you blunt and unforgiving trauma? its like forgiving the one that killed you so easily so... agh! You walked down the stairs, towards the archons infront. you lifted their chin, looking dead on the eyes of this pathetic and naïve archon. "your grace... please we beg of your--" snap! you punched it. you punched this archon infront of u. "y-your grace!" you kept going. to the left to the right, you kept punching it. kept going until it was black and blue. something u cant even recognized anymore. you didn't care, you didn't care anymore, this isn't even half of the things they have done to you! None of the archons besides it even batted an eye, they still had their head bowed so lowly.. oh how they wished to be in their fellow archons place.. after it stopped moving u laughed, laughed filled with pain and unsatisfied hunger. it felt amazing, you felt amazing punching the fuck out of this bug. You sat up, smiling down at your creation. you wanted more. you wanted to show these damn monsters how you FELT in those damn days that felt like years. you were sure that this will make u the horrible one but u didnt care. giving the things that happened to u is the right thing isnt it? karma bounces back.

You aren't the villain, you are just a victim.. oh how u wish this dream doesnt end...

A/N: omg omg, its been like 1 month since i last posted? dont know, it was a hectic week, exams were buzzing in, i got accused on cheating, school got suspended bc there was a weirdo infront of our school gates whistling at the poor girls, almost got involved into a car accident too! but anyways, i think ill be updating more? or just some days where my brain gives me ideas.

#➥🌙dreamer.ideas #genshin impact #sagau #sagau x male reader #sagau x female reader #sagau x gn reader #sagau x reader #sagau imagines #genshin #genshin x male reader #genshin x female reader #genshin x nb reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact x female reader #genshin impact x nb reader #genshin impact x gn reader

[sir-yeehaw-paws]

Sequence 9 deserves its own post.

O YEA THIS IS THE BEST SHIT EVER.

THE WAY HAYTHAM JUMPS HIM FROM THE RAFTERS

Technically, dad. Aren't these your first words..?

WHAT is this grin Haytham WHAT IS THIS FACE-

HOW'S THAT FOR AN INTRODUCTION-

OH their dialogue is golden.

Haytham even calls it banter please.

EVERY SINGLE TIME CONNOR WANTS TO SPARE SOMEONE HAYTHAM SHOOTS THEM INSTEAD.

We love us some hereditary eagle vision amiright fellas.

OH GEE THANKS DAD!

He takes charge almost by default it's amusing as it is annoying *for Connor*

The way they can scale the roof tops together completely side by side without a single delay from either of them is really awesome.

I cannot get over the way the rapport was written from the word 'go' it's like they don't even MEAN to banter it just HAPPENS this way it's SO FUCKIN' FUNNY.

WHEN HE INTRODUCED CONNOR AS HIS SON HE LOOKED SO STUNNED.

Connor like "DID I HEAR THIS RIGHT??"

And..I never want to hear someone describe someone's mother as 'forest fruit' ever fucking again what the actual hell.

(Yes I'm aware it's period typical racism, and accurate racism depiction but DAMN)

Damn, Haytham's face when Connor tells him about Ziio..I get the sense that, even for as far off the deep end he's gone, he was being honest here.

Which, I do believe he's being completely honest. But as Connor rightfully points out:

Haytham's regrets don't change that. Nothing is going to change what Connor has to live with. The truth of what happened.

HAYTHAM. shsjsakjsdankasdknsakj-

Dad, if you keep getting in my stuff about my sailing I WILL be throwing you overboard.

..And he took Benjamin PERSONALLY.

Well! Suit yourself then.

ENJOY HELL.

"Good job on the assassinating m'boy" (Couldn't decide which cap I like better, uploaded both)

Aww Connor apologizing to Achilles. And he's got that shiny idealism again. And it's so damned EARNEST. The man genuinely has a good heart but the world is content to just keep STOPPING ON IT. And telling Connor it's bad to have one. Everyone has told him so too. But he hasn't lost hope yet and to be honest I sort of hope that he never does. He deserves to have that thread of happiness in him.

And honestly, even though we know this only has one outcome (tragedy) there's that earnest hopefulness in Connor that, if they did just work together they could be allied. And he could appreciate his dad properly. And Haytham him in turn. Obviously that's just not going to happen: given the fact Haytham continues to ally with Lee even though he burned Connor's mother alive. And that their ideals are just too opposed, it's still painful to see Connor having that spark. It's something he'd deserve but AGH.

Probably not, but Connor's hope here is endearing as it is tragic.

(Obviously he has a perfectly suitable father figure in Achilles, but the peace glasses that Connor wears make it so that yeah, this is automatically going to be something he wants-and who could blame him?) even knowing the inevitable of it all.

ANYWAY THIS WAS AS FUNNY AS IT WAS HEARTBREAKING I'M IN SHATTERS, TATTERS.

#ac iii #nates ac iii play #assassins creed iii #haytham kenway #connor kenway #nate caps #ratohnhaké:ton #achilles davenport #ac benjamin church #im sure ill have more thoughts later but i am exhausted and buzzing rn SO THERE

[thatstonedwriter]

Loona's Long Nose Post

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A/N: This is a crack piece based on a prompt I've been talking with an anon about. If you want the context, check out the Loona's Long Nose Post tag. Hope y'all can tolerate my attempts at humor. I also decided to expand the prompt a bit and add some fluff. I know the anon originally asked for a fem reader but I ended up keeping it gender neutral.

Content; platonic crack, fluff, gender neutral, no pronouns

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

At first, you thought nothing of it. Some new structure in the distance; it looked almost like a telephone pole. At least.. You could've sworn it was. But why did it keep getting taller?

It wasn't long until you decided to investigate. Trying to find the source was like looking for the end of a rainbow. Whatever it was, it was getting tall enough to rival the buildings of Imp City.

After a while of navigating the city, you start getting closer, zeroing in on the source of this strange phenomena. You race through the sketchy alleyways and dank tunnels. Then you turn a corner to see..

"Loona?!"

"Agh- Fuck!!"

Loona's looking up- she has to, because she needs to balance her nose- wait, that's what you've been chasing after all day?!

"How and why-"

"It's been like this all fucking day! Some dumbass kids thought it would be funny to cast a spell or some shit- ugh," She stumbles, managing to catch herself. "I'm gonna fucking kill them!" Loona screams, attempting to kick a nearby trashcan.

Unfortunately, due to the sheer fucking length of her nose, Loona lost her balance. She'd expected to hit the ground. She would've preferred to hit the ground. Instead, she has to deal with the humiliation of doing that Michael Jackson lean because her nose is propped up on a nearby building. And that only made things worse..

"What do I do," Loona groans. She stumbles back, regaining her balance with your assistance, and decides to sit with her back against the wall. She leans her head back, wincing. "Fuck, its killing my neck too. Would you uh.. mind helping me out..?"

She's hesitant, not wanting to seem selfish. Loona hasn't been used to asking for favors or being vulnerable, but you've changed that. Not to say Loona doesn't appreciate her other friends, but it's not exactly the same. Millie's usually preoccupied with Moxxie or spending more time with Blitzø. Blitzø is.. A whole other thing entirely. You're the first friend who has put in this much time, effort, and care.

She understands if you're not comfortable with initiating physical contact. Your company was already enough to start making her feel more relaxed.

"Hey.. Seems like your nose is uh.. going back to normal," you say. And it's true! Slowly but surely, at least.

"Yeah, not fast enough," Loona rolls her eyes- and sees her nose start to grow again. "Oh come on!!" 

"Wait wait wait! I think.. Maybe the spell is activated when you're upset, and deactivated when you relax.. "

"Seriously, you're just guessing that?"

"Yeah, so? We're working with limited information, here."

Loona rolls her eyes, huffing and combing her hands through her hair. "Well how do you suppose I relax with.. This," she gestures to her nose, giving you a (dare I say) bombastic side eye.

"I dunno. Let's just distract you.. Do you have music or anything? Or want to talk?"

Whatever it was, your methods worked. While Loona still had some.. Flare ups.. She's been managing to keep her nose from getting too long.

It's definitely not easy, but that's why she's glad she has you.

#helluva boss #helluva boss x reader #loona x reader #platonic #helluva boss headcanon #crack fic #loona helluva boss #loona's long nose post #Ngl I'm pretty insecure about this one #But I've been going through re editing and drafting #So I hope it's alright #request #writings.onthe.wall

[stupidneko]

Neko's note : This is one of my first writing's in a long time, done as an assignment for one of my classes, also English is not my first language so there might be some mistakes here and there, enjoy !

Tag @ars-tral (enjoy hehe and if possible I'd love some feedback!)

Welcome back

"Everything is pitch black. Suddenly, she hears something. 'Pic, pic, pic'—she looks up, only for something to drip on her face."

"Ah!? Thankfully, her reflexes kick in, and she closes her eyes before it gets into them."

"What the...?" As she tries to wipe her face off, she muses, ".. is this... ink?" Before she proceeds to ponder everything further, she falls. She doesn't get a chance to scream as it suddenly becomes harder to breathe—she's drowning.

[Silence]

[More Silence]

[Thud!] "Ouch!" As the coffin cracks open, the young girl starts rubbing her forehead in an attempt to make the pain go away. Perhaps if she had been more careful, she wouldn't have bumped her head so often. She unconsciously pushes away the coffin door.

She opens her eyes, "Huh?" As she sits up in the coffin, she quickly turns her head to look around. "I'm here," she thinks, "Of course, I'm here. Where would I be if not here?" She quickly replies to herself in a mocking tone in her mind.

As she sighs, her hand goes to massage her forehead—only to suddenly shout, "WHAT IN THE NAME OF-?!" As she eyes her hand, no, both of her hands. Black. Pure black. With long and pointy nails.

She starts breathing loudly, in and out, a small attempt to calm herself as she carefully investigates her new pair of hands.

Blinking hard, so that what she sees is not some sort of hallucination—unfortunately, it isn't.

As she tries to fully get out of the coffin, her feet meet the cold wooden floor. Her movements raise the dust—an anomaly amount of dust, actually. When was the last time this place was cleaned, she wonders.

Approaching the mirror located face-to-face with her bed (and coffin), she quickly rubs her hand on the glass surface. Taken by surprise, she takes a few steps back, only to trip over her own feet. She hits her head onto the bed corner, "FUCKIN' FUCK AGH!" she yells, rolling into a fetal position.

After a few minutes, she decides to finally get up. Slowly approaching the mirror once more, only to be met by her reflection. Slightly darker hair with blue shades under, pale skin, and most importantly, eyes that look just like his.

As she keeps staring, her mind races through thoughts until finally, she speaks, "Oh, you little hazard, what have you done—!"

Only to be interrupted by the view of a... Flame? As she keeps looking into the mirror, behind her appears a bluish snake—not one or two, but five?! And they are all on fire??!

They are coming from her hair?!

As she's perplexed by the whole situation, one of the snakes approaches her face, trembling, like a lost pup looking for its mother. Only for the "mother" to snatch him—her grip on it making the bluish snake hiss in pain, alerting its siblings.

They all turn to face her. She's hyperventilating— they all look at each other, and with unspoken words, she releases the one from her fist.

"O-okay," she speaks, taking big breaths to calm down. Again—only for darkness to hit her once more.

[After a while]

"Uhhgh..." she slowly opens her eyes, "What a dream—" only for her to stop her thought. She's greeted by the same flame serpents; it seems she's not the only one who took a forced nap. As they slowly rise up, one of them is yawning, some are shaking their heads, one seems to still be asleep, and the last one tries to stretch.

She's starting to feel dizzy, "No, no, no, NO!" She yells, jumping to her feet, storming out of the room, skipping a few stairs down—she needs air, fresh air ASAP!

Almost tripping again as she gets by the main door, she exclaims, "Finally!" Stepping outside, the oxygen fills her lungs, the dizziness finally washing away.

Puffing out and slapping her cheeks, she whispers, "It's okay, everything will be fin—No!—Everything IS fine. I will get through this, I— I just need to find the others! Yeah, that's right! They will know what's going on!" Nervously chuckling, she moves her gaze towards the big castle (which actually is a magical school) a few meters away from the abandoned dorm she just got out from.

Trying to ignore the little guys behind her, she starts walking, or more likely, a type of slow running. Anyway, as she approaches the main street, making her way into the alley in which the school's statues of the Great Seven are, she notices in how horrible state they are. Some of them missing their heads, limbs—and the most important, they are covered in blot—"Did it just move??" She yells inside and speeds up; she isn't going to stay to find out that's for sure.

Finally getting inside the school, she's again greeted by ruins and destruction, "What in the world happened here..." she asks herself, then loudly she calls out, "Grimm! Headmaster Crowley!" But in vain, "Someone? Hellooouu??" The only thing that's answering back being the echo of her own words.

"Dammit!" She yells and kicks a rock, sending it flying into the shadows of the ruins. Staying put, she thinks for a while, and a light brightens in her head, "Crowley's office!" She hypes up and starts running towards the Principal's office.

As she moves between the school's corridors, her hair—no, the flaming snakes start to pull her back, hissing towards the direction she came from, "Hey!!—Ouch! Stop it, you! You—! You little shi—!!"

[Suddenly, a loud growl can be heard from the opposite direction] with the snakes still hissing and forcefully making her turn towards the source of the monstrous noise.

"Oh shit," she says to herself.

There they are, the weak light that shines through the broken windows reveals them, covered in blot from head to toes, the black liquid flowing down, leaving a delicious scent

—"wait—" she quickly covers her nose, "Am I...salivating?"

But before she can think for an answer, one of the blot creatures starts screaming. Its high and pitched tone makes some of the less destroyed windows start cracking, making the remaining glass shatter.

Without a second thought, she runs, as fast as she can, "Don't look back, don't look back!" She repeats in her mind, but she doesn't listen to her advice and takes a look anyway, "FUCK!" They are after her.

[Luckily that the school is enormous, she manages to lose them and cautiously starts making her way towards the Principal's Office]

Closing the door after her, she takes a good view within the room; it's in shambles, just like everything else. She sighs, "Fabulous. Why was I even expecting for something else?" She puffs annoyed as she starts looking around.

The table that used to be in the middle of the room is now broken in half beside the wall. As she tries to move it without making too much noise, she manages to take a better look under it.

"Huh?" She sees something gleaming under the hollow wood. "Are those... keys?" Keys. She finds a few pairs of golden keys.

"Yeah, this doesn't help at all. From anything that could survive, it's not some documents, books, or—I don't know—maybe a phone! It's some goddamn keys!! Hahaha! What am I supposed to do with them?" As she throws them on the ground, she furiously scratches her head. It looks like she's about to cry.

The flaming snakes look worryingly at their owner. With unspoken words, they all agree. One of them tries to approach her once more, and this time she doesn't move away from it; she lets it get closer.

Closing her teary eyes, she heavily inhales. Lick, lick, lick—the flaming snakes lick her nose. It feels "warm" as she breathes out, followed by a little giggle from her. The others looking at the positive response gather around her, surrounding her body, they all start licking her face.

"Hahah- okay okay! I think it's enough!" Chuckling out, they all release her. She then pets one of them. "Thank you," and they return back under her hair.

As she sighs, feeling a little better, she takes the keys from the floor and takes a closer look at them. "Golden... keys!" She gasps in revelation, but before she'd make a move, something flies right at her head.

"AAAAAAA?!" She yells in surprise, her little companions rapidly appearing to protect their owner. Her hair becomes much more of a mess than it already was.

"Kraaa! Kraaaaaaa!!" And she trips again and falls down. The flaming fellows hiss right back at the enemy, which is a crow.

"It's okay, it's okay! Shhhh," she whispers to calm them down. Luckily, they stop, yet they remain alert. The keys are right in the middle between her and the crow.

A little stare contest begins; she tries to slowly approach, trying to snatch the keys. "Kraaaaa!!" Screams the crow in anger, making her rapidly back off.

"Alright," she says, trying to please the unexpected guest. They continue to stare at each other.

That's it! She has an idea. Slyly, she takes a little rock beside her hand. The crow watches her cautiously.

"1, 2, 3-!" and throws it slightly beside the crow. Taken by surprise, it flies away. This is her chance! She throws herself at the keys, snatching them. As soon as she's on her feet, she runs towards the door, but the crow doesn't back off that easily. It throws itself at her.

[BANG!] The door closes with the bird hitting it.

"Phew! That was close," wiping the sweat from her forehead. Now, with the keys in her hand, she can take a break. "Two out of seven," she hums. Looking around to make sure no one takes her by surprise again, she starts moving towards the Main Hall, where the Dorm Mirrors are located.

She'd take the shortcut, but the serpents started to act up. That means they are around, so she had to go with the longer path.

There she is,in the Main Hall. But once again, she's met with the disappointing reality: the doors are shattered. Yet perhaps, "Please! Please work!" As she enters one of the keys into the broken mirror, it doesn't work.

"I'm really an idiot, aren't I?" she attests and breaks down. Covering her mouth, she cries, with her little companions beside her trying to comfort her.

"Grimm... where are you..."

After what felt like hours, she finally stops. Before leaving, she takes one more look around the Hall, some memories flashing by her eyes. "I guess it wasn't that bad back then," she chuckles.

Making a few steps, she suddenly stops. She hears something, or more likely feels something. "The Ceremony Chamber..." Without a second thought, she storms towards it.

The Ceremony Chamber looks like it's gone through war. Making her way toward the end of it, she's face-to-face with The Dark Mirror. "The Mirror is shattered, I'm not surprised, but why do I have this feeling..."

With a heavy breath and a stuffy nose, she says her name.

Silence.

"...A fool will always be a foo-" The Dark Mirror interrupts, "The nature of your soul is still unclear to me, young lady."

She gasps, then nervously laughs. "Pfft! Ahahaha!! You! You Old Man with your creepy mask!! Hahahaha!!! You are alive!! Oh, thank goodness!"

[But The Dark Mirror abruptly interrupts her.] "I don't have much time, Prefect. Ask the right questions."

"Oh, I, uhhh—What happened?! Where is everyone? Why are all these Blot Phantoms roaming in the academy? Why am I...!"

[The Dark Mirror responds] "A disaster. This world is no more; magic has become a cancer, devouring itself and corrupting its owners." Black liquid starts to flow from the mirror's cracks.

"...wha-"

[The Dark Mirror continues,] "You shouldn't have done that, Prefect."

She freezes. She doesn't look into the mirror. She feels.. ashamed. But why? She hasn't done anything. She doesn't even belong here in the first place! She's magicless! What could a magicless human being do—!

And it hits her. The obvious truth, right under her nose. She herself is the solid evidence.

"..I died..." she whispers. "But if I didn't do that, Grim would have—!"

[The Dark Mirror cuts her off,] "There was another way. Your 'sacrifice' was useless; the Little Friend of yours could've been saved without your intervention."

She falls silent.

[The Dark Mirror] "If you would've returned back to your homeworld when you had the chance, you wouldn't be here now." Some pieces of its shattered glass are starting to fall, pushed by the black liquid.

[The Dark Mirror] "Yet, despite your redeemed soul in our world, you are still as empty."

Loss for words, she can't say a thing. Hugging herself, with her eyes targeting the floor, something wet starts falling down. It's not tears, though; it's..saliva.

She's getting hungry again.

The illusion that represents The Dark Mirror inside its glass is slowly fading away.

[The Dark Mirror] "You already know your answer, and I know mine. Last time, I couldn't assort you in any Dorm since you are not even from this world. But now, you belong here."

She remains silent.

[The Dark Mirror] "Welcome back." And the mirror completely shatters, as the 'ink' flows down, covering her feet.

[Silence.]

She walks, stumbling once in a while, leaving the school campus.

Her monstrous feet, just like her hands, black, are now covered by the liquid from the Mirror; the color of it doesn't differentiate that much, though.

Still hugging herself and with her head down, she makes her way toward the Ramshackle Dorm, the once-abandoned building that has become her home during her stay here, awaiting the Headmage's solution to send her back home.

Suddenly, the serpents start rising, igniting themselves. Surprisingly, they are quiet, as if waiting for something.

She stops a few meters away from the Dorm, lifting her head to gaze at the gray sky. It's going to rain, probably.

Some Blot Phantoms surround her, carefully approaching. They seem... starved.

[Swish, swish, swish] accompanied by heavy growls.

Her lips bruised, she has been biting till draining 'blood' them since the talk with The Dark Mirror.

A stifled laugh escapes her, and the serpents start to growl, emitting bluish flames.

"You too, aren't you?" she speaks. "I too feel hungry."

End?

#twst oc #twisted wonderland #twst #writing

[little-ars0n]

The Scene

A Kaine x Miguel fanfic

(nsfw) ← +18!!

Miguel O'Hara, the leader of the spider society, was fighting a strange mutant creature with several tentacles. The hero dodged the monster's attacks with incredible speed, and soon his companions arrived to help. Jessica Drew landed her motorcycle on top of the mutant, and accelerated into full gear to disorient him with the thunderous noise of the engine. Meanwhile, Peter tried to catch the beast's tentacles with his webs. "What the hell is this thing?!, some kind of failed Doc Oc?!- WOAH-" Thanks to his spider sense, Peter managed to avoid one of the tentacles that rushed towards him, although that only gave the mutant time to free his tentacles from the webs. Peter sighed. "Well, it's not stupid at least." "Could you focus?!, we're working here!" Miguel shouted as he dodged the tentacles and ran quickly to attack the creature from behind. Just as he was about to hit it, one of the tentacles grabbed his ankle and sent him flying backwards. Although... in those few seconds, Miguel managed to realize that the tentacles were not part of the beast's body, so maybe Peter was right, it was a strange Doc Oc. "SHOCK- UGH-" Suddenly Miguel collided with something, or rather, someone. "Fuck- hey dickhead, look where you're going!" Kaine stood up from the ground, looking at Miguel with an annoyed expression. "Uhh guys, we need help over here!" Jessica exclaimed, so Miguel stood up and ignored Kaine to go help with the situation. "The tentacles are not part of his body!" "Then what does that mean?!" Suddenly there was the sound of heavy metal falling, and when the spiders realized, Kaine had cut off one of the tentacles. Inside it was just wires, metal and circuits. "It means we can cut them off." Kaine rushed at the creature to do the same with the rest of the tentacles, while Peter and Jessica were in charge of distracting the beast and obstructing its vision and hearing. Miguel followed Kaine, using his claws to tear off the tentacles piece by piece. Everything was going well, until Kaine accidentally pushed Miguel, causing the hero to fall on top of Peter. The creature then took the opportunity to catch Jessica, Peter and Miguel with its remaining tentacles, beginning to squeeze them in order to leave them without air. "SHOCK- AGH-" "SHIT SHIT SHIT-"

Finally the spiders could feel the satisfactory sensation of being able to breathe again when they were freed by the beast, and when they looked ahead they saw that the creature was lying unconscious on the ground, and behind it was Kaine with a broken metal pipe, which he threw at the floor. "That went bad. Are yall ok?" Miguel got up from the ground and stood in front of Kaine, looking down at him. "Are you out of your mind?!, thanks to you we almost die!" "Well that didn't happen, so stop crying." "You're a shocking pain in the ass!" Uh-oh, don't bring Kaine into a verbal fight. "Well thanks to me that fucking thing is now unconscious, or were you planning to help with your stupid striper-whore girly claws?" Kaine was shorter than Miguel, but his presence could feel more intimidating. "Stop whining like a fucking crybaby and take the hits like a real man. If you can't handle being on the edge of death then quit being a hero and go back to kindergarten." That left Miguel speechless. Peter and Jessica watched the scene stunned, and Kaine simply opened a portal back to HQ. "Fucking nerd." And then he left. Jessica motioned for Peter to capture the anomaly so they could take it away. Miguel, on the other hand, simply stayed silent and took off into a portal as well. It was not the first time that they argued like this, and Miguel was always the one who remained silent.

Back at HQ, Miguel locked himself in his work room and sat in his chair, silent. "Lyla." "Yes Miguel?" "Go into sleep mode for two hours." "Hmmm fineeee." When Lyla disappeared, Miguel leaned back on the chair and began to caress the bulge that showed in his suit. "S-Shock..." Kaine appeared behind him, arms crossed and a haughty expression on his face. "Did the creature hurt you?" Miguel quickly got up from his seat and looked at Kaine with a strong blush on his cheeks. "N-No, no... i'm fine." "Good." Kaine approached and grabbed Miguel by the waist to corner him against the wall. Miguel rushed to hug Kaine's neck with his arms, anxious. "Hmmm... what i said back there made you hard, didn't it?" Miguel could feel Kaine slide a hand down his abdomen and firmly hold the bulge in his suit. "A-Ah- yes..." "Speak louder." Kaine began to stimulate Miguel's erection, squeezing it. "H-Hmm!~ y-yes, shock. It turns me on so bad..." Miguel whimpered, leaning on Kaine's shoulder. Kaine quickly laid Miguel face up on the desk, and when Miguel deactivated his suit, Kaine pounced on top of him.

Meanwhile, Jessica and Peter were dealing with the creature. Peter trapped it with webs to prevent it from moving while Jessica opened a portal back to HQ. "Hey, do you think we should tell them that we already know they fake those fights so everyone thinks they hate eachother?" Jessica asked as Peter lifted the creature's body. "... Nahh."

#kaine parker #miguel o'hara #peter parker #jessica drew #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #scarlet spider #spider woman #spiderman atsv #kiggy #kaine x miguel #kaine parker fanfic #miguel o'hara fanfiction

[sollucets]

ok so. so i made it out of midnight museum e3 alive but im gonna have to do something normal and calming for a while now because oh fuck me too many moths even like skipping scenes and cringing away from the screen. im unwell. many disorganized thoughts go here

so i Was right about dome frankly. i mean the hints were there (jib dialogue last episode + the long time no rent thing from e1) but for me it was that hes too stupid to be a full person (sorry baby i love u). like saying ‘is this normal’ about resurrection and lit. just going with whatever happens to him and running headlong into stupid situations. he literally Only just woke up. he has no brain head empty hes just doing the One thing hes been told hes good at and useful for. oh no baby :( they really keep putting him through it every episode LMAO.

got a Lot more worried khatha this episode plus a bunch more face touching. and sitting by his bedside. tor is So good with those shiny eyes of pain like … i dont know how he does that but its incredible. his face. his little tsundere look away / posture adjustment when dome woke up like you didnt literally die for this man recently. they are getting gayer each episode. again ive established i dont care about “bl status” it doesnt matter to me if they kiss but boy its just so…. they HAVE to know what theyre doing with this

i really like this show i Would Not have put myself through this for less agh. i still almost quit multiple times

that opening flashback scene with triphob’s grandfather was really good. by the way. i love immortals i love immortality. i love the moon (showing up just barely in blurry flashbacks)

bright did fucking Great this episode. im not too familiar with him, mostly from f4 thailand bits but he was so fucking creepy!!!!! tragic little murdery sadboy. what a mess. the whole house invasion scene was Sooooooooo. augh. freaky. everything he did was fucked up

i have some…. thoughts…. about the girl in this episode, rin, and her agency / lack thereof honestly. combined with the bride’s “men writing her story” thing….. its. hmmm. but i’m not sure i’m equipped to express that properly without rewatching and frankly i dont know if im capable of rewatching this episode

if i turn my lizard brain off also the vampire moths are a great horror concept and they were very aesthetically cool to someone who does not have. a lifelong fear of those fucking things

also yeah ‘cycle of death and rebirth’ confirms the reincarnation thing but i’m thinking that not only did khatha enounter past life dome / “that person” / “chan” but also like. present life pre-memories dome? and that’s why he was surprised when dome didnt remember him. it wouldnt make sense for him to be surprised a reincarnation didnt remember him. they definitely met pre-wipe

v fun to learn that june is immortal too??? but like. frankly im still so confused about her lmao. she was an immortal museum worker before this?? but she became the bride?? but they all forgot her past but she remembers being immortal and the artifacts? but she has bride magic now??? dont get me wrong i like her a lot shes great for wisdom and being the only one nice to dome but hoo boy

ok. theres all the bits in no particular order

so. yeah!!!! yeah i was so proud of myself for being mostly chill with the first two episodes of murder and body horror but uh i was NOT good with this. gods fuck why moths

#long post #mm #mm spoilers #fuck it ill put it in the tag. i want someone to talk to about this #midnight museum

[honeybeewhereartthee]

It's already late at night but mayoi realize your not home yet. Worry where you could been, he climb the vent and crawl to seek where you could have been.

"MC... Where are you." He whimpers almost worried sick that your probably in danger because of how late it is, but he heard you giggle in one of the printing room of ES.

'MC~' he thought as he peek into the vent. "Hehehe... Time to print this one next~" he heard you giggle as you continue to print some paper work, thought it don't look like the layout of your usual work load.

"and eichi thought he could stop me from printing non work things in ES. There's still other three printing room in this whole place. SIKE!" you felt proud of your own self as you stare at the AO3|Tumblr|wattpad fanfic you found with everyone with a tag of a certain someone. Being an idol could mean, there's fanfics! BUNCH OF FANFICS!!

Good recommendation from aira did help a lot too!' you giggle happily as you watch your new stocks of fanfics is being printed out.

Somehow one of the papers is sweep by the wind and flown into the vent and slap mayoi in the face.

"Eekm... Oh ~ " he almost blown his cover as he was surprised by the paper. "Is this MC's work... wait... What's this..( censored )... Mayoi Ayase, ah a fanfic-- wait what is this ( censored ) tag..!?!" He knock his head on the top of the vent when he read the very sussy paper. "Agh..." He cried out.

"M-MC is s-so... " The pain seems to be less of his concern as he stare down at the page again.

Bashfulness and degenerate thought come in mind as he thought about the story in the fanfic in his head being done in real life with you~ he suddenly felt warm all over~

"aiyo ..!? where's the R Rated Page story?" You ask as you realize that your missing a page.

"...ah??" You finally notice familiar gaze from the vent. Looking up you saw clouded blue eyes stare down at you, holding something's in his hand that cover haft of his face, hidding his degenerate grin from you.

"Y-you... Did not r-read that right...?" You realize it's the missing page and suddenly want to hide yourself in a hole. From all things it have to be that specific page!

"fufu..." You hear him chuckle and you felt chill run down your spine as you realize you have fuck up and HE DID READ THAT CONCERNING R RATED FANFIC OF HIS.

"iswearitsnotalllikethatok--" you try to reason by mayoi climb down from the vent and stood in front of you holding the paper close and giving you a look. His beautiful blue eyes flattering at you.

"M-MC... H-have d-distinctive t-taste...." He mumble while having a sussy grin.

"N-not that I j-judge...IWILLNEVERJUDGE!" He really isn't, because it's probably not worse as he read on its own.

"i-i.. "feeling warmth in your cheeks seems more vibrant than before. You could felt your head spinning, maybe eichi is right. You shouldn't print non work related things at work environment because a certain someone could get a sniff of it!

"M-MC..." He barely let out a whisper as he slowly approach you, his tall form shadowed over you. "D-do you w-wanna do this~?" He lean in close to your ears as his huskily voice speak seduction to you, throwing away all embarrassment earlier you look up at him. "M-maybe--" 'yes I wanna do it! I wanna doit--' your thoughts screams like a fan girl internally the moment mayoi ask you that. "Then shall we take a short cut~?" He chuckle as he went to one of the corner to press something there, to only lead it to open like a secret door.

"MC c-could hide all your c-collection h-here too ~ wedontwantotherstoseethatnowright?" He says before he helped you with your little collection. After putting away the papers away from public eyes, you almost forget the topic.

"M-MC..." Your were grabbed before you could escape. "I have all the things we need. Luckily ~ fufu." You look at him pulling out a box with stuff in it.

You start to sweat buckets but you shove away your embarrassment as you take his hand to continue deep into the secret space, far away from others view and earshots, so no one would hear what kind of things went there and only remain a little secret between the two of you ~ <3

A/N: yes shameless self indulgence stories. •́ ‿ ,•̀ I mean I'm practicing my drawing to in this new fluffy pastel style. So double purpose.

#ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars #enstar x reader #enstar #mayoi ayase #mayoi Ayase x reader #mayoi x reader #mayoi Ayase art

[kindestegg]

what's yr fav hidden gem horror game thats been wiped off the net

the fishermen and the worm :( i first heard it got gone when i randomly got a dm on reddit of all places bc once upon a time i commented on a post recommending it as a creepy game that doesnt look like horror at first, n the person basically went 'yeah hey do u still have the files for this bc turns out its gone from the net' n im like AGH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO bc i lost those in between moving computers many times

iirc the only surviving proof of it existing is an incomplete lets play series on youtube n also some screenshots i took revisiting the ending location to show my bf a long time ago.

it was a very neat little game n it makes me sad the creator wanted it gone but i guess i sort of can understand it bc sometimes as an artist ur gonna get embarrassed of ur old art n want to move on from it n see it gone off the net, i know ive done that with like, p much all my old devart profiles (i have none atm)

you might be wondering what it was about... to give a summary, its about these two little guys who are dubiously in love or maybe just besties who live in like this cartoony paradise in a hole n call themselves fishermen but then theyre like. hey why do we call ourselves that if weve never fished. so they go to their elder and are like HEY WHERE THE FUCK IS ALL THE WATER n hes like FUCK YOU THERES NO WATER HERE ITS ON THE SURFACE YOU STUPID FUCK. so they go to the surface n they meet this worm bug lady whos rly nice n sort of a mother figure to them, shes like rly old, shes been told by her moms (<3) to wait for these two guys for thousands of years in that very same spot. theyre like can u show us water n shes like yeah n points to a speck on the horizon n theyre like wtf we meant to fish in n shes like ohhh okay. yeah we gotta go to a different place for that.

AND THEN. THE REAL GAME BEGINS. you see bc every place in this world is called an 'age', n the more you traverse it, the weirder n often times creepier it gets n the more u get the feeling this is kind of telling the story of someones life? but you cant figure out who. not yet at least. without spoiling too much though, i rly like all the diff visual n style changes for every age, the next age you encoutner right after you move away from the worms spot is genuinely really fucking creepy n with this genuinely NASTY looking grit to it n it only gets more fucked up the more u play through it. thats around the point where i realized OH. oh ive been tricked. this ISNT a silly goofy haha rpgmaker game thats short n sweet! THIS IS A SCARY GAME!

but as ive said every age has a diff look to it, one other is psychedelic, another almost looks like a dr seuss book... so on. eventually, everything starts coming together, n what i rly like about this game is that it doesnt just give u dead ends, it expects you to be smart to figure it out, yes, but it also gives you PLENTY of evidence to figure it out n flat out tells you some stuff n by the end youre probably gonna just naturally know what happened.

i will also say looking back on it i rly appreciate the underlying theme of being gay n growing up gay n how the world aorund you affects you, theres like, SOME REALLY DARK fucking themes when you really get down to it and actually study the full on implications of what its trying to tell you. it rly gets dark with like, how bad homophobia can get n how heartbreaking n desolate sometimes the experience of being a gay kid can be when u have no one who you think you can trust n then growing up into a gay adult whos just getting more confused n worried about the future n sometimes even getting taken advantage of.

but despite all the horror n darkness... its a game that knows when to give you plenty of breathers, the three main characters are so charming they just shine naturally, they combat all the darkness by just being themselves. theyre not the ones who lived through all this horrible crap, theyre just bright little cartoon guys who want to go fish! n by god(s, in this games case) theyre gonna do it!!! n in the end... they may just decide to make things better for everyone else. the game has a good ending. its good guys. the game is good.

#Commander's answers #if left alone i could ramble about this game for us. it is truly something special #im unsure if there will ever be anything quite like. i think only undertale has maybe made me feel this way

[texdoeshalo]

BRUH MOON KNIGHT HAS HAD ME GOING FERAL SINCE IT PREMIERED AND NOW I'M UP AT 1 AM CAUSE I N E E D E D TO WATCH THE FINALE IMMEDIATELY AND I HAVE A FINAL ON THURSDAY!!! I SHOULD BE SLEEPING BUT I'M LAYING HERE SCREECHING ABOUT HOW FUCKING GOOD THE LAST EPISODE WAS.

SEASON 2 WHEN DISNEY?!?!??

Spoilers below this since I don't know how to do a read more on mobile

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HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHERE DO I EVEN START!? Between Marc refusing the Field of Reeds because he isn't truly complete in his heart without Steven, Layla as Taweret's avatar, the fight scenes with Marc and Steven switching rapidly and working in sync, and the fucking END CREDITS SCENE?!?!?!!!!

Starting with Marc in the afterlife. I was terrified that they were really going to go with Steven being gone, but oh man...I nearly started crying when Marc dropped to his knees before Steven and spoke to him even though he was frozen in a kind of stasis. My heart was shattered by the pain in Marc's voice and face, and then the relief when he and Steven were freed...Oscar Issac continues to be one of the best actors of this generation.

Layla as Taweret's avatar. This I did not see coming at all. It especially surprised me after she was so adamant against becoming Khonshu's avatar. But holy SHIT she looks amazing and kicks ass in that costume! The wings and the swords and just AGH ITS SO GOOD!! In absolute love with this powerhouse of a woman.

Marc and Steven working in sync....oh my heart. It was so perfect to see after all the time they spent fighting each other. The quick switches back and forth, outfits, fighting styles, mannerisms, Oscar really killed it. It was really cool to see Steven get to use the batons as well! They got teased so early on and we finally got to see them in action! But what I truly loved...was when they were inches from death....who shows up to save the day? Jake motherfuckin Lockley. Though in this scene we don't see him fight, we only know he was there because Marc shifted (blacked out from his pov) and when he fronted again Harrow was almost dead and all the cultists had been slaughtered. He and Steven know it wasn't either of them and they, and Layla, are very confused and a little frightened, understandably so.

I think the way they dealt with Ammit was a little rushed feeling and maybe too simple, but it worked well enough, especially setting up the appearance of Jake at the end, and the loophole for Khonshu to still have the Moon Knight (Spector/Grant/Lockley??) System as his avatar. Loophole being Marc asking for "both of us" to be freed, meaning himself and Steven. But since they don't really know about Jake yet, I assume they have to be suspicious at this point but they obviously don't know for sure, they don't ask for his freedom, and as such a part of the system remains Khonshu's servant. And I imagine that essentially makes the whole system his avatar, Marc and Steven just aren't aware of it yet.

This takes us to the end credits scene. When the view point shifted to the mental hospital I was unsure of what was going to happen. The outfit of the person that showed up to get Harrow gave me Jake vibes but since we didn't get a clear look right away I thought it could be one of Harrow's followers that survived and was breaking him out. But low and behold, that mysterious man shoves him into the limo, kicks the wheelchair aside, and I know who it is. It was interesting to see Khonshu presenting himself fully to Harrow since earlier in the show it had been stated by Harrow himself that he couldn't see or hear Khonshu anymore, so I'm wondering how that worked...but anyways, seeing that divider roll down, hearing Khonshu say that name...and watching as Jake motherfuckin Lockley turned and grinned at Harrow with such obvious malicious glee was amazing. Finally getting a clear look at what we knew for a fact was him, hearing him speak, the mannerisms that completely differentiated him from Marc and Steven...incredible. The way he also got to kill Harrow, and then drove off in the limo with the fuckin license plate that says SPKTOR. I'm dead, it was so perfect.

To sum this up. AMAZING finale. Some things did feel rushed but overall I felt it tied everything up wonderfully and there could definitely be a season 2 so I'm hoping Disney decides to do one. Marc and Steven finally working in sync together and shifting smoothly was perfect after their journey throughout the show. And I have to say I really do like the way they teased Jake until the end, giving us the perfect little glimpse at him, which gives me hope and the desire for more.

I will never not scream into the void about how incredible Oscar is at creating so many subtle and obvious differences between the alters in the Moon Knight system. If they were standing in a line with the same clothes on and didn't even speak or anything, I would still be able to immediately pick out who was who. He truly was perfect for this role and you can clearly see how much hard work he put into it. This is definitely going to be a series I rewatch multiple times. As always there are things that could've been better, but that's true of everything in life. This series was mindblowing, breathtaking, just..just incredible.

Amazing. Absolutely amazing.

#moon knight #the moon knight system #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #khonshu #arthur harrow #ammit #moon knight finale #DID #dissociative identity disorder #spoilers #moon knight spoilers

[goobersleepy]

Hey pookie, can you do Mitsuba and Tsukasa angst to fluff?

Mitsuba and Tsukasa

Not sure if you wanted them like this or not and this Is my first time doing something like this on tumblr/taking request

The sound of birds chirping, the smell of fresh air, later filled with cooked meat and baked potatoes as the sound of boiling water could be heard

"Mooomm! " A soft voice said, as the person turned off the oven as to not burn the fresh cooked meat

"Wake upppp! I made food! I know today is the big day! ....... Mom? " The child stopped talking as footsteps could be heard, along with the floor creaking, here and there. "Mom....? " the child opened the door oh, the person mother wasn't there he should have checked..

The child sighed, he closed the door making a loud THUD sound, he sighed as he walked to the kitchen and grabbed different bowls and plastic plates to put the found away

He looked at the time 6:20 he is going to be a little light but its fine, he putted the warm, fresh food away. He putted the plates away, and got ready.

He grabbed his uniform, a cyan shirt, a pale pitch tie and a black suit, with white pants and a black belt.And white with green shoes, he sighed and grabbed his bag, fixing his pink soft hair

He sighed and smiled "Today you wont miss this up mitsuba! " His pink eyes with a goal of making friends.....

(Later in the day)

"AGH! " The sound of the metal fence and a body with it along, kicking and name-calling, punching, face slamming etc

"Stop... Please" whimpering and groaning, whinging and crying like a girl, he didn't think this would happen again... He thought this day would be different that nobody would make fun of him for being a girl. Well, looking girly that is, but guys have to be masculin... Not girly

He cringed at the thought of his mother finding out about this, the people stopped hurting him... Its fine it will all pass away anyway

He hiccuped, and got up, hot tear going down his cheeks.. He walked away and out of the school.. He didn't feel like it today anyway

It seems like he was skipping school, it was cold he thought maybe he will freeze to death... That was better then living in a world that didn't want him

He walked home, the cold breezing wind caressing his body, as he tried to get warmth his suit didn't help one bit. He cringed at the wind was hurting his eyes, he couldn't even see anything much... This sucked every part of him screamed at him, he should have walked back

The cars pasted by him, the passengers and drivers watching a school student walk home almost freezing to death. He was lucky he didn't forget his bag, sure they almost stole everything but its fine... Its fine.....

He hiccuped he didn't actually want this... God kill him already, small tears forming as he walked to his gate.. He went to grab his keys and..

Oh.. He forgot them or they got stolen even worse they stole his camera the thing he loved the most, great just great.

He sighed and walked back might as well get back even it was almost the end of school... Just a little closer and- 𝘾𝙍𝘼𝙎𝙃 oh.. Oh no this is bad

He seems to be loosing his sights maybe its his tears? But why is everything so silent? He can barely hear other then the sound of a loud ringing

Everything turned black.

He woke up, everything was so bright but why does he feel like he is floating? Weird this is soo weird "What the fuck... " the child cringed and hiccuped wait.... Was he...? OH GOD! He's dead oh wow oh wow...

Childish giggles could be heard, he looked around what..? No who was that? Was it a child? Was it his imagination? "W-WHO'S THERE?! " he yelled in a panic tone

"Hehe its me silly" A childish voice could be heard as the person showed themselves

A short boy with choppy black hair and wide amber eyes, but his eye pupils are always constricted and he has two small fang-shaped teeth. The child wears a white Western shirt with a black kimono over top, a grey hakama, black shoes, red ankle-height socks, and a hat, and 2 koku-joudai with black and pink with blue circle markings respectively.

On his right cheek is a black yorishiro seal, with 封 (seal) written in red.

"My name is Tsukasa Yugi! But just call me Tsukasa" Mitsuba looked at the kid.. Or well Tsukasa, huh... And what does he want?

"I know what your thinking, what is a kid like me wanting from you? Well THATS easy!!! I grant wishes from dead people. Yes you heard me right.. Dead people" oh so he is dead.. Ha good to know

"So how about a deal? " Tsukasa smiled showing his little sharp fangs, mitsuba shook his head...

"Oh... Well.. You sure? " the child made mitsuba uneasy his stomach turning the tone of the childs voice wasn't something he liked or sounded good... Venom in the tone that could easily scare someone

But he had to stay strong he just had to..

The child just sighed "Fine then your no phone at all... Might as well leave" mitsuba panicked he... He didn't want to be alone..

"NO! I... Dont leave... " his voice creaking a little why was he doing this...? The child looked at him, mitsuba looked away as tears almost spilled down

The child giggled and laughed "𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺.. 𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺... 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘵, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺... 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥" the child tone sweet yet filled with venom like a snake trying to attack its prey... And scare it too

Mitsuba sighed in relief maybe this wasn't so bad... This wasn't bad at all.. Yeah, he ignored the way his stomach turned into uneasy like he was drowning... Its fine even what wrong could this kid do? Even better! 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦..

𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝙊𝙉𝙏 𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍 𝘽𝙀.. 𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙄𝙂𝙉𝙀𝘿 𝘼 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝙇 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙇𝘿 𝙎𝘼𝙏𝘼𝙉 𝙃𝙄𝙈𝙎𝙀𝙇𝙁

#tbhk tsukasa #tbhk mitsuba #idk how to use tumblr #tsukasa yugi #mitsuba sousuke #child death mention #please help

[schzunabe]

!!!!

VEENER. you all know her.yuou all love her. But do you know and love the shit shes been through? SHE/HER

So UHH VENUS is trans. Shes transgendered. aromantic but POSSIBLY homosexy? Still debating. shes 31 around the time of her story!!

Started working for the SCIENCE TOWER and eventually qualified for the MAG PROGRAM. Got magg'd into a mag agent and shortly after decided she wanted to be called MAG AGENT FLYTRAP.

[before i forget she meets SPIPLE during this time who is @corntort 's blorbo. theyre besties] MAG AGENT FLYTRAP was a little defective? Most other mags were loyal and quiet and did what they were told but she was a little fucked up. She was too rambunctious and got a little bit too into a spar with another mag and higherups interpreted it as a DISSENT. Important files documents etc were lost and so she was punished.

she was put into.......HUMAN EXPERIMENTATION!!!!!!!! YYYIPPPEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The person running this whole thing is DR. ANDECHS LORRAINE SINCLAIR [THEY/THEM] who belongs to @corntort . both flytrap and sinclair R clearly seen in THIS PIC!

sinclair is so so cruel and so so mean. they put her thru horrific torture and label it all as Experimence. An example is SINCLAIR wanting to study ocular deterioration in MAG agents so they have belts put over her eyes. Of course this makes her lose sight. And she fights back too much so ummmm lets keep her arms pinned 2 her sides. Yeah<3. over time these fuck her up BAD both mentally and physically and all she wants to do is GET OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

.........AND THATS WHAT SHE DOES!

One day i suppose they didnt take all of the proper measures to keep her locked up and she fucking RUNS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Blind though. So her escape wasnt pretty and in fact she was almost neutralized. But she got out and ran off to a place called THE MINING SECTOR where there is lots of POISONOUS NAUSEATING PULSING ORANGE water!

..this is where the era of FESTER begins!!!!!!!!! Heres her ref:

THIS is by far...the worst part in the timeline for her honestly. she has so many open wounds shes hardly ever conscious her extremities are damn near DEAD but shes a mag and she was BUILT to survive and its all so AGH. Anyway.

Her friend spiple is sent down to go check stuff out. Xe finds this somewhat familiar mag here... barely survives an encounter...comes back way later and pieces together. Oh my god thats my best friend. I have to get her out of here. [TO PUT IT ALL SIMPLY.] Spends the next few months devising a plan and xe figures out.

They have to kill her to get a sample for cloning.

So SPIPLE gets his hands on this big ol gun that IF USED CORRECTLY can kill a mag agent in one shot. and thats exactly what they need. They head down....get positioned....AND.................

They Miss The Shot. SO NOW FESTER is screaming andd shrieking and thrashing in pain. She feels like shes in  a dream but its all so real and shes scared and hurting and...Oh nevermind. NOW Shes dead. SPIPLE of course after this is shaking and crying and aghhh it sucks for everyone...gets a sample for cloning..gives her a gentle headbutt before xe heads out to give it to doc.. and that is the end of FESTER.

onto POST-CLONE VENUS.

Shes venus but with the trauma [probably PTSD] of her past life and extreme need to fucking GET whoever put her through that horrific TORTURE.Spends a few months I imagine 1. COPING. Good god she needs to cope and recollect her memories. and 2. Comin up with a plan to YOU KNOW get revenge!! My hands are hurting really bad so ill just say DR SINCLAIR gets what they deserve and VENUS  + SPIPLE get 2 have uhh.. a forever sleepover i guess :] veener hasnt got anyplace else to stay so what better than to live with ur best friend!!! She’s probably got some issues with being SHOT IN THE HEAD TWICE by SPIPLE but ahh itll be fine. OK my wrist hurts i hope you enjoyed venus lore post

[QUICK FACT BEFORE YOU GO. Venus before being MAG’d had an AMONG US stick n’ poke TATTOO on her right thigh]

#asks #my ocs #lore post

[tsubasaclones]

all the tsubasa references in clear card are both one of the only interesting things about it and also arguably its biggest flaw. and the fact that it's one of the only interesting things about it contributes to it being its biggest flaw.

like, i'm obviously not saying to get rid of the tsubasa references. they're fun when they're done right, they're to be expected, they're even integral to the story. after all, the whole magic staff thing connects to tsubasa. which is the point of clear card

this sequel would not exist without tsubasa because really the only purpose it solves is to be like "oh see she has another staff after she gives the other one away". which is a problem. this is a sequel that does basically nothing for the original story, it only exists to aid a single scene in a separate story, and yet it's 30 fucking chapters longer that the original ccs manga for no good reason.

they try to replicate tsubasa sooo hard in clear card and it just does not fucking work 99% of the time. the reason they try so hard to make akiho and kaito carbon copies of sakura and syaoran [which doesn't fucking work by the way, i'm just acknowledging that's what they were ATTEMPTING]? well, other than a lazy way to try and get us to like them without trying... you know what story has two syaorans and sakuras in it? the one they keep fucking paralleling. cause the parallels also extend sometimes to akiho and kaito, especially kaito (I HATE IT HERE.)

why are we suddenly throwing in random timeline changing shit at the end?* oh wouldn't you know it tsubasa has a plot about an altered timeline (which, while it gets revealed near the end of tsubasa, happened before the story started, so it doesn't feel nearly as sudden as clear card's timeline shit)

and the last chapter... she has the original cards back and the new ones are gone but can be found again, the whole real name shit, some characters staying back while others go to keep travelling and they kind of hint at meeting up again... there are so many parallels throughout the story i'm not even bothering to put here because you get the idea already surely.

but just... starting off clear card acting like you might not do the gross age gap shit anymore only to shove that stuff in our faces super hard by the end, introducing characters then ignoring their original traits to try and make them copies of already existing characters, using the original ccs story and tsubasa as crutches to avoid making something original... guys come on we're better than this. and the fact that she doesn't even get to keep the clear cards by the end (minus flight) feels like an extra slap in the face cause it's just like oh okay it was ALL pointless then

not to mention so much stuff just passively happens to sakura instead of her actively doing stuff in clear card. it's fine in the beginning when she doesn't know what's going on, but then when she learns, and then she's still subconsciously making cards, and then the most important thing (and only purpose of this goddamn sequel) happens, when she conveniently gets a second staff, it's not because of anything *she* did. it's because it was a byproduct of kaito's timeline fuckery. and then when she fixes the timeline (because the only thing she gets to actively do is fixing someone else's fuckup i guess!) she still has two staves so it's just. agh

anyway what was i saying? oh right clear card frustrates me to no end and if i wanted to read tsubasa i would go read tsubasa so stop trying to copy your old shit clamp

*yeah i know that's what kaito's plan was building up to, what i mean is the timeline gets changed and it gets resolved in such a short amount of time (i mean chapter wise, i almost forgot there was that random ass long time skip)

#omg sorry for the essay-length post its been a WHILE good to know i still have it in me #and you know they were dragging that shit on because the volume count got extended twice. they probably wanted that nice even 80 number too #except it never should have been anywhere near 80 chapters #chapters 26-31 ish really felt like the halfway point to me and then it just kept going and going and going #i could have forgiven it being around ccs length or slightly longer but 30 chapters??