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mishwanders · 7 months

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Omg hi i see your request are open 😶‍🌫️ I have been lurking in your blog for awhile and I will say 10/10 writing 💥💥

Anyway, I love fierce deity with all my heart. I want to kiss his face and everything 🤩

Anyway here is the request: reader is a traveling merchant and came a across cool looking mask( fierce deity) and reader is like :000 and took the mask with them and was planning to sell it. But realized there was a deity sealed in it after hearing his voice in their head and they were like "OH SHIT" and decided not to sell the mask.

Then they began to talk to each other when reader is traveling and their friendship blooms and soon romance but reader doesn't know how to get him out until they were attacked by monsters and got fierce to come out of his mask and meet reader in person(BOOM they kiss and got married 😎😎)

Fierce deity fierce deity FIERCE DEITY-

So what you’re saying is, Fierce Deity is going to mess with the reader and be the equivalent of a haunted doll? Yes, I love this idea!

A/N+Warnings: N/A, safe for everyone. Written by Mishwanders - pls do not repost.

When you first came across the strange mask in the middle of the road, you thought nothing of it. There was nothing suspicious - it was just a plain, old, wooden mask with blue and red markings, complete with wooden white hair (totally normal - nothing to worry about), and it didn’t look so bad in its current state! You felt like you hit the lottery, the jackpot, you could see rupees whirling through your eyes like a slot machine. A little paint and it would look good as new! A perfect item to add to the bag!

However, you weren’t expecting to be so, uh, how do I put this… Haunted?

Yeah, haunted was the best word you could conjure to describe the damned thing. From the moment it was in your grasp, something felt off. Your pack felt hundreds of times heavier than it was, there were random creaks and bumps in the nights, small whispers, and of course the fact that the mask had a tendency to move on it’s own - like the one night you woke up and found that it SOMEHOW MADE ITS WAY ON YOUR PILLOW WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING!

To say you freaked out would be an understatement considering how fast you chucked it up against the wall with a shout, springing from your bed with your bedside ax (because that’s a totally normal thing to have) and mini statue of the goddess Hylia, ready to open a can of holy whoopass on the mere slab of wood.

At least, that’s what you were planning to do until you heard the deep, pained groan of a man and a burst of hot, white light emanating from the portion of the mask that split in half.

“Little one, why must you hurt me so?”

You held the mini statue of Hylia in front of you, visibly shaking like a chihuahua at the sound of the voice. The goddess would protect you from this foul beast.

Right?

“What in Hylia’s name are you?!” You screeched.

Its lips didn’t move but you heard it scoff, seemingly noticing your state of being.“Trying to get my sister to fight me?”

Huh? Sister?

Well that was a first.

“I - uh - well, you know - you’re - well...”

“A mask.” He stated, rather nonchalantly.

You huffed, processing to pick up the mask, still holding Hylia in front of you for fear of the mouth actually moving and biting your fingers off (or something much worse). You interrogated the mask for what felt like hours, when truly it was only ten minutes or so,before you got the answers you were looking for. The beast trapped inside was not a beast at all, but rather a deity lost to time itself, one that craved to be free of his prison.

A part of you considered calling a poexorcist but truly you didn’t even know if they even had the qualifications for poexorcizing a deity and you also didn’t know how he would take to that - so, eh, better not go that route.

Instead, you decided to take a chance to travel to see a man who was well versed in masks and the types that were out there. He wasn’t a salesman, more of a collector. The deity seemed fine enough with that idea, so you made a plan to visit your friend soon with your new, ever watchful item.

You quickly became close friends with the deity inside, finding him to be rather good company in the quiet of your home and the loneliness of the road. There was a part of you that wondered if he enjoyed your companionship too, having been forever locked away inside of this old piece of wood for goddesses knows how long.

However, this constant companionship made you realize what you had been missing in your life, and you found yourself sitting on the edge of indecision. On one hand, you wanted him free, so he could live out his life the way he saw fit, but on the other hand, you enjoyed having him with you, his mask always at arms reach, tucked safely at your side in bed or on your back pack on the road. You realized that if he did get his freedom, and he decided to leave, you would be left completely and utterly alone again, crumbling under the weight of the silence that would surround you again.

You had considered discussing the possibility of going with him, being his companion who could conjure up some money by selling your wares, but that conclusion came at the utmost worst of times.

As if they had fallen from the sky, you’d found yourself surrounded by moblins on all sides who were quickly encroaching upon you and your bag of valuables. One of them nabbed the mask away from your backpack, which led to you fighting for it back. It was the most improper game of tug-o-war ever, and especially not one without consequences. You yanked the mask free from the moblins grimy hands and you did so with such force that the mask went flying into the air, cracking in half on impact against the stone in the road. That’s when you were all blinded by the intense white light that filled each of your vision, feeling a massive wave of energy and rage pulsating through it. When it all died down, you found yourself no longer surrounded by the greedy little moblins and instead, face to face with the being behind the mask.

The Fierce Deity himself.

To his surprise, you did not cower in fear at the mere sight of him, rather looking up at him in awe filled curious wonder. He knelt down to you, cupping your face in his large hands as he looked you over and asked, “Are you hurt, little one?”

You shook your head in reply, still looking at him in awe. His face looked similar to the mask he was trapped in, but the lines on his face connected somewhere on his body and trailed under his tunic. You gently raised your hand up to touch him, feeling the warmth and softness of his features no longer hidden behind the wooden surface. “I’m alright, Fierce. Thank you.”

His gaze softened at your voice, relaxing now that he knew you were unharmed under his watch. You looked around at the quiet road. “Well, now that you’re out of the mask, I don’t suppose we need to go see my old friend any more. Is there anywhere specific you would like to go?”

The Fierce Deity gave you a soft smile. “Anywhere. So long as you’re there.”

Your heart swelled as he spoke, your hand gently gripping onto his. “You mean that? You still want me along even though you’re free?”

“What’s freedom if I have no one to share it with?” He asked, gently taking your hand in his.

You smiled up at him, practically beaming as you kissed his cheek.

“I suppose you’re right. Let’s go. Together!”

#fierce deity x reader #fierce deity #fierce deity link #lu fierce deity #lu fierce deity x reader #linked universe x reader #linked universe #loz x reader #sfe #writing: fierce deity

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drabbles-of-writing · 2 years

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Meanwhile on luz’s and king’s end theyre playing “owl house”

And given how we’ve seen the collector is something tells me that’s going to be like a very messed up game of house with actual living people as the dolls

GENIUNELY wouldn't it be so messed up for the gang to return to the Isles and practically everyone is playing a game of house. like. y'all know those specific types of episodes where everything feels a bit too perfect and sitcom-y? usually after a character wished for everything to be normal/go right for once? thats what its like. its horrible.

anyone who ISN'T playing house is in 'hiding.' Basically meaning that King and Luz either convinced the Collector they weren't important to the story or someone that the Collector doesn't need right now so he lets them run around until he yoinks them for a few days of playing. while the Collector is certainly god-like, they aren't omnipotent, as we can clearly see. meaning it WOULD leave room for other people to be running around in hiding or try and come up with a plan.

Eda, being the master trickster she is and also Mom Of The Year, manages to evade most playtime. The kids were SUPER on top of insisting she wasn't important to the game despite how much they wanted her to be there. also, Eda lost a whole ARM. even if the way it was removed basically cut off any option of bleeding out, it's still a LOST APPENDAGE. she's off in hiding for most of the time. and with Raine. who is...not doing too hot. they and most of the other coven heads are extremely weak or in a coma-like state for the time being until their bodies heal up. Luz somehow spun it that they're fun characters who get 'unlocked' later on in the game.

currently, most of the Owl House residents are running around pretending to be all sitcom like and play happy family when out in public, but lose their shit behind closed doors. Hooty has been assigned as Main Plaything for the Collector since he can handle it and is also crazy enough to actually have fun sometimes, much to Lilith's distress, who is notably more involved with playtime than Eda is, since Hooty slipped up one time and mentioned she was his best friend. the most frequent people in the games are the ones who get caught, meaning a decent amount of them are kiddos. King and Luz try their best to help them out, but Boy is it a lot of pressure.

anyway. point is that Eda has a whole secret underground base for the fellow rebels and also people to hide out in and escape playtime for a bit, but it took a bit of herding and yelling at people that if they All hide, then they'll All be caught, so Go The Fuck Back Out There. the main base area is where everyone is stashing the coven heads (even if a lot of them were assholes) and very young and old people stay there most of the time, since playtime with the Collector can get very hectic and easily violent. Eda is, obviously, trying her best to snatch her kids back, and is one second away from going feral and mauling the Collector. literally everyone is trying to hold her back, but the resolve slackens by the day. will she win? no, but they dont have a better plan! also they wanna see if she'll manage to get in a good hit. not to condone violence against children, but-

Really, the important part here is that in the middle of the base there's this giant whiteboard that takes up like an entire wall and a bunch of sharpies, with giant bold letters in the middle saying HOW TO KILL GOD??? and not one suggestion has lasted more than a day. help them

#the owl house #toh #asks #king #king clawthorne #eda clawthorne #raine whispers #hooty #the collector #coven heads #luz noceda #lilith clawthorne #get in kids we're gonna kill god #eda rolling up her sleeve: look away kids moms about to punch a god in the face #eda is self-sacrificial Always and this includes mauling someone who could kill her in two seconds flat #just for a bit of cathartis #she would like to tear something apart #everyone kind of wants to see it happen but also knows they probably shouldnt let her. for now

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ibesin · 7 months

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The Ultimate Guide to Barbie-inspired Gifts for 7-Year-Olds: Unveiling the Sublimation Barbie Tumbler

Introduction:

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#sublimation tumbler #tumbler #sublimation #barbie tumbler #barbie gift

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hyenacave07 · 2 years

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Sizzling Wheels Cars - Begin Your Personal Collection

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tojigasm · 2 years

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request anything?? hmm,, toji with a superb hyperfeminine gf!! (prolly a part 2 of the pink!pink!pink! one) but this time, mc has barbiesss!!! what would toji think of it?

+mc putting lipgloss on toji because they think his lips are pretty hihihihi 💗💗💗

Omggg ofc anon, these r my fav types of requests, ughhh I luv being a pretty pink! Girl

Cw: fluff, makeup, barbies, toji being toji, toji liking lipgloss cus he's a hot girl

♡ toji would absolutely adore your barbies (especially if you're a collector and have specific barbies from different time periods)

♡ plus something tells me toji is a history nerd, but anyways

♡ I feel like some days he'll just come into your room and ask for a tour of all your delicately positioned and decorated dolls

♡ "okay, and what's this one's name?"

♡ "I just told you."

♡ "oh, that's Essence?"

♡ he definitely buys you new ones for any holiday he can (best beluve those dolls will be holiday themed) - or if he thinks you've been good and deserve a lil treat

♡ he loves watching you get dressed in your pretty little pink outfits & mini skirts - you're absolutely precious to him

♡ sometimes when he's watching, he'll ask for you to do makeup on him. Not eyeliner, blush, or lashes, but specifically lipgloss

♡ at first you thought maybe he just liked the taste or something but he swore up and down that he genuinely likes putting it on and the smoothness of it

♡ he'll buy you two matching clothes too, like full on matching juicy couture sets (always pink and decorated in stylized Rhinestones)

♡ he has a thing for acrylics and painted nails- he just loves how much you radiate luxury

♡ takes you to get pedicures, manicures, and acrylics - you always make sure to let him pick the color (each time it's some variation of pink)

♡ your room smells like roses and flowers and you've always got in some floral lotion that makes your skin so soft he nearly melts

♡ buys you so many pink stuffed anjmals and cute sanrio plushes 24/7. You're pretty sure you've got at least one of every available character

♡ sometimes your plushes will fall on him while you're fucking HELP

♡ something also tells me toji is a huge shoes geek and gets the two of you shared pink shoes

♡ pink is probably Toji's fav color the more I think about it

♡ he adores it when you offer to apply lipgloss for him. Like ugh - chills run up hus spine when you straddle yourself in his lap and apply the cherry flavored gloss

♡ when you're done he always makes sure to give you a lil thankyou kiss!

#toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk toji #toji #fushiguro toji #toji x reader #jjk fushiguro #fushiguro #fushiguro x reader #toji zenin #toji fluff #toji zenin x reader

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obkkfkr · 3 years

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I have so many ideas for AUs I can post here

like now time to introduce Trash King Obito and his sex android Kakashi, aka. my attempt at a cyberpunk AU (non-con warning but not between obkk, Kakashi had a very rough life and yes its angsty)

Obito was a poor kid who didnt have much luck in life and had to often find scraps in garbage to eat, he got beaten up a few times and had fewer and fewer places he could go to

Eventually, he started going to the junkyard, where madara lived. Madara was an old grumpy guy who at first yelled at Obito, seeing some kid go through the trash but eventually let him stay. Obito started assisting Madara, sorting the garbage and finding some more precious parts that could be sold or used again

One day Obito got into an accident and lost an arm and an eye, he fell onto some sharp parts

But Madara knew more or less about implanting cybernetic parts and saved Obito by giving him an artificial arm, but didnt have any eyes so for a long time Obito just had one eye

Eventually Madara died and Obito stayed living alone on the junkyard, but he got into tinkering with putting the parts together, he'd always use the best parts to improve his arm and eventually found a purple eye to fill in

Madara had a crappy android put together from the scraps (yes zetsu hehe) and Obito often used Zetsu as his model to build better ones but it took him years t o get most necessary parts

He'd often fix smaller things and improved his little house uwu and sometimes people came to him and he'd help them out

(Okay enough backstory time for the obkk)

Obito would always salvage the best parts as soon as new trucks would unload more trash, and one day he found an android. It wasn't even powered off, just staring blankly at him and had a few missing or broken parts

But Obito was mesmerised how pretty it was made. He picked it up and normally would throw it onto the barrow with the rest of the parts but decided to carry it home instead

The android only sighed tiredly but didnt struggle

Obito murmured who would throw out a working android instead of fixing it and the android replied "They broke me on purpose. Got done with me."

"Hold on, I think I had the right parts, I'll fix you up"

"I have just one purpose, shouldn't you know if I'm worth fixing first?"

"You can introduce yourself as I fix you, then"

"I'm Kakashi. I guess last name won't matter anymore."

Kakashi watches Obito for a while and asks "What about you? You just have an artificial arm, the rest is human, right?"

"I'm Obito Uchiha. Hey, you were even given a last name? Based on the company that made you?"

Obito's surprised because he thinks Kakashi was a really well made android and he's even more baffled he was thrown out

"No, an actual last name. You won't find a company named Hatake making androids."

"So what's with your single purpose, then?"

"Sex."

Obito makes a startled noise and looks at Kakashi with wide eyes

"What"

"You heard me. I'm a sex android."

Obito continues fixing, now with a slight blush on his face and Kakashi chuckles

"Told you you should think whether I'm worth it"

"Hey, maybe I'm lonely. Girls don't like someone with the nickname King of Trash, you know? And I ain't putting my dick anywhere near Zetsu no matter how desperate I am"

"Zetsu?"

"An old crappy android."

"Well, Obito. Aren't you lucky then."

Though Kakashi has an disinterested tone all the time so he sounds sarcastic and Obito raises an eyebrow

They continue talking and Kakashi mentions his 'work' parts are surprisingly undamaged

"Guess even when they were throwing me out they still hesitated whether to fuck me one last time or not"

"How long did you even work for?"

"Hm... A year?"

"WhO THROWS A WORKING, HIGH QUALITY ANDROID AFTER A YEAR OUT"

"Chill, I told you they were the ones who broke me too"

"Yeah, why?!"

"I can tell you later. Now, you said you were lonely?"

Obito says he's fixed everything but he's not sure

and Kakashi grins "Well then time for a test run, right?"

They end up fucking hehe and Obito realises this feels so damn good

And despite the fact he's never really had a lot of sex before, fucking Kakashi feels... real

The way he moans and gasps and thrashes in bed, it's like he's a human, and after sex Obito keeps wondering who would put this much effort into a sex android

Most he's seen are just like living sex dolls, moaning and doing hardly any movement, maybe only shaking their ass and bouncing on your dick

Obito keeps Kakashi and Kakashi is so pretty that Obito even tells him not to help him at work too much, joking Kakashi might get hurt

They fuck every night and Obito finds Kakashi cute and pretty and before he realises it he enjoys Kakashi's presence a lot

One day Obito chuckles he could sell Kakashi for a few thousands since he's practically as good as new and he's so damn good but then sees Kakashi frown and his eyes look upset and Obito gets flustered and says it's just a joke

"No, it's fine... No offense taken. Androids are just... toys, I know"

Obito feels stupid for saying that and asks Kakashi finally

"I have to know... Why do you... Uh... Why are you so..."

"real?"

"Y-yeah"

"It's okay, I know. You have no idea how many times I was compared to other sex androids. How they showed off how much they can make me mewl from fingering alone when other androids would hardly react"

"I-I just can't understand why they'd throw you out if they've put so much effort into making you."

"They didn't really put much effort, you know?"

"But the coding-"

"What coding. There was no need for complicated coding. Just making sure I'd be horny all the time and wouldn't cry and say no."

"... what?"

"Well, you probably haven't come across something like me yet. To be honest, I didn't either until I got into trouble"

Kakashi sighs and tells Kakashi his story finally

"I feel real because I am real. I told you, I have a last name. Because I am Kakashi Hatake. If you look me up, you'll find some shit out probably. "

"Real. As in... You were- are a human? But-"

"I have an android body? I know, shocking. According to the official info, I even have a date of death. I couldn't pay off my dad's debts so some bad people with too much money on their hands decided to make me pay off in a different way"

"W-why make you an android"

"I told you. Humans can get broken too quickly, they cry and scream they don't want it, keep saying no and begging for mercy... And most importantly, they're not always in the mood"

Obito feels sick hearing it and starts apologising to Kakashi, that he shouldn't have just fucked him, he probably didn't want it, etc etc

But Kakashi smiles and cups Obito's cheeks "I told you to. You didn't tell me anything."

"But you just said, they forced you to always want-"

"I don't jump at people wanting to be fucked, Obito. Most of the time it's just a passive feeling that if someone grabbed and fucked me, I'd be okay with it"

"But when I tell someone I want it, I want it."

Obito looks confused and Kakashi giggles

"Obito, you're the first person to ever show concern for me"

"You didn't just think I'm a junk, you princess carried me to fix me"

"Well I... uh... You were still working and you were so..."

"Pretty, I know"

They end up kissing and hugging

And Kakashi whispers "So please, don't sell me. I want to be with you"

"I wouldn't dream of it. I want you too"

Some extras:

Kakashi can be powered off, he can have a few things programmed like how long he should be on standby, imitating sleep

They didnt power him off because they just saw kakashi as nothing more than trash. They used him for a year and got bored

Kakashi used to live in constant fear once his dad died and the debt collectors chased him. He couldnt get enough money to pay it off and they finally decided to make him their bitch

So Kakashi hasn't seen any kindness in years. Plus Obito looked hot. So for the first time Kakashi saw someone he wanted to have sex with

Normally he'd probably say thanks and offer to help at work but since he was made to be a sex android he couldnt think of other ways to show gratefulness

#text #ideas

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ninja-go-to-therapy · 3 years

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Febuwhump 28: "You Have to Let Me Go"

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I legitimately didn't think I was ever going to finish this, so seeing that I finally have is fricken awesome. I'm so excited!

Welcome to the newest branch of The Family Tree — similar but not related to Decadent — Delusion!

Prompt: bthb - the collector ; febuwhump - "you have to let me go"

Fandom: Ducktales 2017

Characters: Huey, Dewey, and Louie

Summary: Doofus wants to have more than just one friend-present. He gets his wish.

Trigger Warnings: burning, torture, kidnapping, possessive whumper, drowning, and once again Doofus Drake needs his own warning

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“What do you want with us?” Huey asked, cautious.

Doofus smiled, like he was thrilled to have been asked. “Llewellyn is so lovely, and he just makes such a wonderful friend-present. It only makes sense that I should have the full set.”

Dewey raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “The full set? What are you, some rare Barbie collector?”

Doofus narrowed his eyes, but didn’t respond immediately.

“Dewey,” Louie warned.

Dewey, like the reckless idiot he was, waved him off.

“As I was saying,” Doofus continued, “I wanted the whole set, so I got the whole set.”

“Ooh, do we come with accessories?” Dewey asked, leaning forward like he was really interested. For all Huey knew, maybe he was. Dewey was like that.

“Shut up,” Louie hissed, glaring at Dewey. Huey shared the sentiment. He didn’t know what Doofus would do if they annoyed him enough.

“What is he gonna do, sick his butler on us?” Dewey asked, rolling his eyes. “This is child’s play.”

Huey resisted the urge to point out the fact that they were, in fact, children, making his point meaningless, but it didn’t seem too helpful right now.

“Dewey, stop,” Louie insisted.

Doofus glared at Dewey, but Dewey wasn’t even looking at him. He was way too relaxed about this whole thing. They didn’t know what Doofus was capable of. Dewey was just seeing this another fun adventure where they got kidnapped by some guy who was all bark and no bite for like, thirty minutes maximum. Which, to be fair, did happen quite often, but this felt different.

“You’re not being a very good friend, Dewford,” Doofus said, looking legitimately disappointed in him. “I expected better of you.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot.”

Huey looked at him, concerned, but Dewey didn’t acknowledge it. It seemed like there were quite a few things he wasn’t acknowledging, actually.

“I think you need a little trip to my honey bin,” Doofus said, and though Huey had no idea what that was, the threat was clear.

Dewey cocked his head to the side. “You mean money bin.”

“No, I don’t.”

Louie went pale, and that was enough for Huey to intervene. “He didn’t mean it!” he cried, nervously glancing between a continuously carefree Dewey and the rich psychopath.

“Too late! Come, dear Dewford,” Doofus said, releasing him from the bracelet’s hold and grabbing him firmly by the arm. “You can think about how to be a better friend while you’re in there.”

Dewey turned to point a finger-gun at his brothers, clicking his tongue.

“He’s going to get us killed,” Huey mumbled illy.

Louie shook his head, tugging at his bracelet as he did so. “He won’t kill us,” he mumbled miserably. “It will be worse.”

Huey looked at him in alarm, but Louie didn’t opt to explain further.

“Okay, we’ve got to get out of here,” he said decisively, a new energy coursing through him now that they weren’t in the same room as their captor. He squirmed, trying to get his wrist out, but just like Louie, he had no luck. “Do you by chance have any butter?”

Louie stared at him. “Butter.”

“If we get all buttery, we might be able to get the bracelets off without dislocating our thumbs!”

“Oh, of course. Yes, Huey, let me just grab that butter I carry with me everywhere!” Louie said, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

“It’s the only plan I have!” Huey cried, doing his best to stay calm. They had no clue what was happening to Dewey right now, and based on everything that had happened since they’d been captured, he got the feeling Doofus was seriously unstable.

He was scared, and he didn’t think well under pressure.

Very, very faintly, they heard Dewey scream.

“Oh god,” Louie whispered.

“We need to help him!” Huey shouted, frantically yanking at his arm, like the whole thing would just come loose if he tried hard enough. His arm was already getting sore, but he ignored it. “This thing has got to have a fault somewhere! Or an off switch!”

“The only off switch is the remote that Doofus keeps on him!” Louie said, grunting as he tried to get free.

“And we can’t break them,” Huey panted, slumping over as he caught his breath. “What are we gonna do?”

“You won’t be doing anything.”

Huey froze mid-yank, slowly lowering his arm again. Doofus was standing in the doorway, Dewey beside him.

Dewey didn’t look so lighthearted anymore. His feathers were all disheveled and sticky looking, and he was just staring into space blankly. Huey had no idea what the hell Doofus had done, but he definitely didn’t want to know. It was hard to shut Dewey up, even when his life was threatened.

Actually, maybe he did want to know. Anyone who hurt his brother was going to pay.

Dewey was placed with a level of great care, much like a doll, or an action figure, back where he’d been before, between Huey and Louie. Both of them shuddered.

“You have to let us go,” Huey said, hoping to God he could reason with him. “You can’t just keep us here!”

“But I can,” Doofus replied easily.

Louie gave Huey a desperate sort of look, like he was trying to silently project his own thoughts into Huey’s brain. He tried to focus on it, on the off chance that twin sense was real, but he wasn’t getting anything. Huh.

He turned his focus back to Doofus. He knew he was on thin ice, but Doofus was just a kid, like them. “Come on,” he said, “we would be happy to be your friends!” he ignored the quiet “no we wouldn’t,” from Louie, plowing forward anyway. “You don’t have to kidnap us to get that! Don’t you think you may be overreacting just a little bit?”

“Overreacting?” Doofus shouted, overreacting.

“No! No, I didn’t mean you were overreacting!” Huey cried, attempting to backtrack. “Even if you are kind of crazy — no wait I didn’t mean that!” Oh boy, he was only burying himself deeper and deeper with every word he spoke. Why couldn’t he have been born with Louie’s smoothness?

Doofus did not look happy, and Huey let out a tiny squeak, looking side to side like a magical exit would appear before them.

Dewey snapped to life, purposefully placing himself in front of Huey. “Don’t touch him,” he growled.

“Dewey, no!” Huey said, doing his best to shove past him. “I’m not letting you get hurt again!”

“And I’m not letting you get hurt at all!” Dewey insisted.

“How sweet,” Doofus said, and Huey honestly couldn’t tell if it was supposed to be mocking or sincere. Doofus was… well, he was Doofus, and he had a very… interesting way of going about things. “You’re coming with me,” he continued, ignoring Dewey entirely and leading Huey towards the door.

“No!” Dewey begged.

“I’ll be fine, Dew,” Huey said, smiling as best he could in an attempt to reassure him. It didn’t seem to be working well.

Doofus pulled him from the room.

“What’s the honey bin?” He asked, tripping over himself as he tried to keep up.

“Oh, you won’t be going there,” Doofus said dismissively. He looked like Dewey did when he was trying to hide some silly secret, and Huey didn’t like it.

They ended up outside, at the top of the treehouse.

“Servants!” Doofus snapped. “Prepare the gravy bath!”

Huey stared at him blankly. “The gravy what now?”

“You’ll see,” he replied gleefully. Not a normal type of glee, of course — Huey was quickly learning that there was very little about this kid that was normal (and not in the type of way that Huey wasn’t “normal”, either). It was worrisome.

“The gravy bath,” the butler echoed hauntedly. Huey, his concern growing, could only look at him in confusion.

“The gravy bath,” Doofus began, “is one of my favorite pastimes.” Well that couldn’t be good. “And if it doesn’t work, I’m sure there are… other methods of teaching you how to be a better friend.”

The maid and butler dragged out a bathtub (from where, Huey had no idea), scurrying away the moment it was (presumably) in place.

“Seriously, what is a gravy bath?” Huey asked nervously. He would have tried to back away had Doofus not been gripping his arm so tightly.

Said duckling shoved him into the empty tub, and Huey grunted in pain as he landed. Still, this was an open tub, which meant it might have been his only chance to flee.

He flailed about, nearly throwing himself over the opposite edge of the tub. The butler forced him back in, but Huey didn’t stop struggling, even as his bracelet activated. Doofus grabbed his free hand tightly, pulling a second bracelet from his pocket and slipping it over Huey’s wrist.

With both of his hands now glued to the bottom of the tub, Huey was stuck.

The two adults then proceeded to wheel out what looked like a giant… gravy boat. And when he said giant, he meant giant. It looked big enough to function as an actual boat. He was pretty sure he, Dewey, Louie, and Webby could fit in there if they squeezed.

“Wonderful! Servants, you’re dismissed.”

They all but ran to the elevator, barely missing a beat. As scared as he was, Huey couldn’t blame them.

“What are you going to do?” he asked again, looking up at the boat nervously. Was that steam coming off of it?

Doofus’s beak twitched into a smile, and he pulled out a small blue remote.

Huey began squirming again, his stomach churning in anxiety for what could be coming. Doofus wasn’t actually that crazy, was he?

He got his answer when a small beep sounded from the remote. The gravy boat tipped, and something hot (very, very hot), poured over Huey’s head.

He shouted, fighting against the restraints with every ounce of his willpower. It burned. And it was spreading, a continuous stream of the stuff (was this actual gravy?) raining down on him.

It was splattering onto Doofus’s clothes, but he didn’t even seem to mind.

“Turn it off!” Huey begged, crying out at the pain. It was a thousand times worse than any other burn he’d ever received, and there was nothing he could do to get away.

It began to pool around him, burning his hands. He couldn’t. Get. Away.

“Please,” he sobbed, breath hitching and unable to stop the tears.

It was like the time one of his particularly horrible bullies had attempted to shove him into the fire at a Junior Woodchucks camp out, but so much worse.

Not only was this actually successful, but he would have been pulled from that fire in seconds had he actually been pushed in. This was constant, never ending pain, thick liquid fire pouring over him like molten lava.

It was in his eyes, now, blinding and burning and pain pain pain.

A hand grabbed him, and suddenly it was tenderly wiping the fire from his eyes, jerking him forward so it streamed down his back instead.

Huey cried even harder.

All he could taste was the gravy, burning his feathers, his tongue, his everything.

It hurt. So bad.

The tub was nearly filled, the lower half of his body completely submerged in the stuff. Finally, after what must have been eternity, the stream dripped to a stop.

He let himself hope, for a meager few seconds, that it was over. But hope was hard to come by when one was literally sitting in a tub of burning gravy.

Doofus placed his hand on Huey’s head, tangling his fingers in Huey’s hair for a moment — wait. When had his hat come off? — before abruptly gripping it so hard that Huey couldn’t keep another sob in. His head was shoved violently down, and suddenly his entire body was on fire all at once.

He couldn’t breathe. He was choking on the stuff. No air. No nothing. Just heat, just pain, just the hand forcefully holding him under.

He didn’t know how Doofus could stand to have even his hand touching it.

His head went blurry. Was blurry the right word? He couldn’t remember. Everything was heavy and floaty and — he was dragged back up.

Huey coughed and sputtered, taking in as much air as he could manage. Everything hurt.

The bracelets must have been released at some point, because then he was being lifted from the tub, gravy spilling over the side. He was too weak to even attempt to fight back as Doofus dragged him back inside.

Distantly, he wondered who was going to clean up the gravy that was getting all over the carpets. Probably that maid and butler. He felt kind of bad for them.

The gravy that still coated his feathers, at the very least, wasn’t too unbearable anymore. But the burns he’d received were, and he had the suspicion that he wouldn’t be receiving medical attention. He sniffled.

He felt so gross, so… wrong.

“Wait,” he gasped, still struggling to breathe properly. “My — my hat,” he said, “and my guidebook, can I have them back?”

“Oh, those? I’m afraid the gravy ruined them,” Doofus replied, in such a casual manner that it took Huey a moment to actually process it.

“What?” he choked out, his heart dropping in his chest.

He was dragged through the door, his mind reeling. Louie and Dewey audibly gasped at the sight of him. He could only be thankful that the gravy managed to cover the burn marks that would no doubt be underneath.

“What did you do to him?” Louie asked nervously as Huey was placed back in his spot.

Doofus smiled. “Don’t fret, my sweet,” he said, wrapping his arms around Louie in a way that made Huey want to vomit. “He’ll be fine. And as for you… well, I have something special planned for you.”

It seemed, thank goodness, that he didn’t plan to act on whatever it was right now, because with that, he released Louie, spun towards the door, and left them alone.

Huey wiped his eyes with his free hand. They needed to get out of here.

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bndz · 3 years

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(normani kordei, twenty-two, cisfemale, she/her) * hey, i’m looking for the office of adrianna king. they’re the intern who’s known around the office as the airhead, if that helps? not to be a gossip, but i’ve heard that they’re humorous but talkative, is that true? i also heard that they’re the one who brought her pet fish to work. anyways, here’s the coffee they ordered.

& i’m back at it again with another character ! it me , tay ! i have another child & her name is adri . she’s my bubbly little baby & i love her chatty ass down ! i have some points about her below & i am so excited that i got to bring her here . tw : religion , homophobia , toxic parents & mentions of physical violence .

𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒔 !

NAME : adrianna king . NICKNAMES : adri . GENDER : cisfemale . PRONOUNS : she / her / hers . AGE : twenty-two ( 22 ) BIRTHDAY : 23 september . ZODIAC : libra . HOMETOWN : miami , florida . CURRENT RESIDENCE : new york city , new york . ETHNICITY : african-american . SEXUAL ORIENTATION : bisexual . OCCUPATION : intern . ( the art department , but more so visual art )

𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 !

FAMILY : born & raised in the city of miami , adri grew up in a household that was highly religious . her family was heavily involved in the church with her mother also being a pastor herself . because of this , her parents were very strict & super controlling . they monitored almost everything surrounding adri since she was their only child , trying to prevent anything they deemed negative & wrong to consume their daughter .

this caused for adri to at first obey them because she was a child , but as she reached her teenage years she saw how toxic her parents could actually be . they were the definition of religious hover parents & it was slowly starting to cause adri to resent them . they would spend hours lecturing her if she wore something they thought was inappropriate . they would call her names & say she was being fast for her age . they would tell her she was going to go to hell if she didn’t listen to the word of god .

it all came to blows when adri was figuring out her sexuality . all her life she was told that liking the same sex was wrong , but she was having feelings for the same sex . at first she felt internalized homophobia , but as she started to grow into her own person & renounce the teachings that were drilling into her head , she started to accept herself . she knew that her parents were going to condemn her , so she didn’t ever plan on coming out until she moved out . sadly , her father did a random check of her phone & found texts that she didn’t delete to a girl she was dating at the time . it was literally a shit show in the king household . slaps & many sessions of trying to pray the gay away later , adri had to pretend as though she was not bisexual . she had to break up with her girlfriend & was removed from public school to be home schooled at sixteen . to say she hated her parents was an understatement .

as the years went on , adrianna was counting down the days until she could be off to college . during her senior year she applied to the furthest schools from miami . she had to beg her parents to let her attend an out of state college , but because her act at home was convincing , they allowed her to stay with her aunt in new york to attend college . they were still going to be as controlling as ever , but it was a step closer towards freedom .

SCHOOL : adrianna attended hofstra university & majored in art . while she was in grade school , adrianna gravitated towards painting because it was the best way for her to get what she was feeling out . attending college was the best thing for her . although her aunt was as strict & religious as her parents , she used college as a way to wild out . she was sneaking out easier because her aunt worked overnight shifts as an rn . she was enjoying the ounce of freedom that she had even if her family was on her neck 24 / 7 . she had a lot of pressure to graduate & get a job , so that she could live on her own & she knew that the arts wasn’t the best major to find a joke as quickly as she wanted . but graduation came quick & adri was literally scrambling .

MASTER’S : after college , adri was literally running all over nyc trying to look for a job . it took her months to finally land a job interview at master’s & she honestly thought she flopped . when she got the position as an intern she was literally over the moon . she absolutely loves working at master’s & she’s hoping she can move up the ranks . being that she’s new at the position , she’s trying her best to fit in & get things done in a timely manner . she does struggle a bit because it’s her first big girl job , but she’s working on it day by day .

𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 !

BUBBLY : you could easily describe her as someone that lights up the room with her smile alone . adrianna is super cheerful & very positive majority of the time . she has a hint of pep in her voice that almost sounds like she talks with a smile & she usually does . she just loves to talk & interact with others .

FLIRTATIOUS : due to her personality , adrianna is naturally friendly & flirtatious . she will flirt with ya boo & it won’t even be intentional. that’s just who she is . some may call her a thottie because she does live her best hot girl life , but she truly does not care . she does what she wants because she’s poppin’ ! ( see connections for some mess surrounding this trait )

TALKATIVE : honestly , she will never shut up. she talks very fast & says a lot & it can also be alot . she just loves to talk y’all . she will talk anybody’s ear off who will listen . she can’t help it .

DITZY : def’ has her moments where she’s super lost . it takes her a few seconds to understand jokes sometimes & can def’ lose her train of thought as well . she can be a little dumb , but she’s just all over the place . somebody help her , please !

in general she’s like a bimbo , but not to the worst degree . she’s v aware & just has her moments . she doesn’t like when people try to be condescending towards her because of her personality , so she can get a little defensive & snappy when pushed to that degree . it takes her a lot to snap , so i doubt she will be popping off unless she is truly offended . she’s also not that confrontational , but if she has to defend herself , she will . ( she lowkey can get creative tbh ) she’s just here to befriend people , okay !

𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕��𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 !

001 . enemies . i feel like because she’s genuinely nice it would have to be a huge reason for her to dislike someone . so , pick your poison . 002 . friends with benefits . we always love these , don’t we ? she’s with all the shits , okay . head hot girl at your service ! 003 . exes . not to be that garbage bag , but i’m pretty positive adrianna probably cheated on all of her exes due to boredom . she is someone that needs change in her life bc of how she was treated at home . if she feels stagnant , she will just pull some bs like cheating & move on to the next . truly her biggest flaw & someone gotta smite her ass for this fr ! 004 . besties . someone give her a baddie bff pls ! 005 . a work boo . v self explanatory . 006 . a muse . since adri likes to paint , this could be someone that inspires her artwork or even let’s her paint them on occasion . again , i am terrible at thinking of connections , so i’m down for all the plots !

𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔 !

001 . she is type one diabetic . 002 . is a huge bad bunny stan . 003 . a bratz doll collector . 004 . is into art & loves to paint . 005 . her guilty pleasure is watching bad girls club .

#masters.intro #tw religion #tw homophobia #tw toxic parents #tw physical abuse #tw body image

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slasherkisss · 4 years

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I got a prompt for you friend. “Collar” thats all im giving ya. Have a field day with it-

[I WAS TIED ON DOING THIS FOR MICHAEL OR ASA BUT YOU KNOW WHAT MY OBSESSION WITH THE COLLECTOR WON LETS GO]

COLLAR - THE COLLECTOR/READER

[CW; Breath play, choking, biting, pet play, afab!reader but i tried to keep the pronouns mostly gender neutral]

You heard the door of your room open and your entire body tensed up. Though you couldn’t see through the blindfold placed securely around your eyes you could smell him. The scent of formaldehyde and blood lingering on polished still and nitrile as the gust of wind from the opening wood sent a waft of the outside’s dangerous smells into your small, stagnant room. All you could do was whimper beneath the ball-gag placed securely between your lips, drool slithering out from the side as you shifted your naked form uncomfortably on the bed.

He was here for you again.

You had lost count of the days that he had kept you in this room now. An apparent fascination with you combined with your initial reaction to submit and please him in whatever he wanted you to do had lead you to the current situation of being here. Though the plush king size bed with its silken sheets of an undetermined color (probably black. you knew that he liked black) was extremely comfortable, it did nothing for the pain of you bound together wrists as the ropes bit into your flesh.

He had relented on your legs, getting you a set of comfortable padded, leather cuffs with a chain hold in the center. It was for your collar, the chain of the material clearly made for a dog looping between them and keeping your neck hunched at a rate that made your back ache and your body whine with protest no matter how much you tried to sit up as you struggled weakly.

You knew struggling wouldn’t do any good, though. But he seemed to like it.

The Collector was a large man. You couldn’t remember much of his appearance through his terrifying mask and deep, black eyes, but you could feel him every time he came to you like this. Hands, sometimes gloved and sometimes bare, reached out to stroke your hair, letting his fingertips linger on your cheek.

Today his fingers trailed to the ball gag in your lips, tapping the ball before reaching around to undo its clasp. You gasped, spit falling as your jaw settled into a more comfortable position. The moment of reprieve was short, however, as his fingers reached out to touch your lips, soon pushing passed them with determination.

You gagged slightly on the three appendages unceremoniously placed against your tongue, knowing the silent instruction of lathering the bare fingertips in as much spit as you could muster through your dry, dehydrated mouth. There was something nice about feeling him shivery. Feeling him react to your movements as you did was almost rewarding. As though you craved his approval. Craved his acceptance.

Maybe you did.

His fingers were pulled from you before you felt it. His hands reach down for the chain to your collar and you shivered in anticipation without meaning to. The Pavlovian response had been ingrained into your mind as the tug on the chain tightened the leather around your neck, cutting your air off ever so slightly and making you gasp, arching into the movement with a whimper. You heard him chuckle.

When he pulled the collar, it meant he was in a good mood. It meant that you were going to be treated nicely tonight.

It was better than the bad nights, when he would be so frustrated that he would push you onto the bed and slice your skin with knives, making sure you counted each and every movement of the blade on your body. He cut your tongue many times before, your appendage sticking out and shivering s you tasted your own blood between your lips.

Instead the collar was tugged and, like the obedient dog you were, you moved with it. You crawled to him as best as you could with your hands bound, your sounds soft and weak gasps dying on your lips as he caressed your skin. You leaned into his touch without thinking about it, the role natural to you now as you had learned to live with it. As you accepted it in a way that seemed to make him proud. He never said anything, nor did he suggest anything, but you knew. You always seemed to know.

You were nothing but his dog. His pretty little doll with a beautiful collar around your neck kept in your box for him to use. You didn’t understand, at first, why it turned you on but now? It was always better not to question.

Just for him to take the lead.

He tugged hard, bringing your face forward so that his lips could crash down against your own. You felt the edges of his mask cut into your face, but it didn’t stop you from moaning and whimpering like you knew he enjoyed. The growl that broke in his own throat was a fierce one, demanding subordination before foreplay tonight, and you obeyed by opening your mouth willingly so that his tongue could explore your cavern with greedy want.

He tugged the collar to one side and your head followed, tilting it so that he could pull his lips from yours, giving them one last territorial bite hard enough to draw a small tinge of blood, before finding your neck. There his teeth dug into your flesh, finding purchase and making you cry out as blood welled in the cuts, only to have him lap it up and place softer and more tender kisses in their wake.

The Collector pulled you on top of him now and you could feel the outline of his dick, hard and throbbing between his legs, against your aching core. You ground down on him in desperation, a craving for friction he would not offer. You were met with a sharp, humming tut between his lips and another tug on the collar that tightened its circumference, cutting off your air and making you gasp against parted lips. He held it there as you stilled, watching with fascinated eyes as your body spasmed through the sudden cut off of oxygen, before relenting just as you were about to pass out. When the air returned you gasped, falling forward against him and all but pawing with needy desire towards him.

“Please,” You whispered out with a weak, begging echo to your soar throat, “Please, please, please-!”

You knew he liked it when you begged. Whether it was better when it was terror or arousal, you still couldn’t tell. Either way your answer was a feral growl and a nearly inhuman clicking in the back of his throat before you were tugged up by the collar and thrown backwards, your back hitting the soft mattress and your knuckles digging into your spine where they were tied. You arched your back to avoid the pain, whimpering as the collar tugged again, signaling you to raise your hips as his hand slapped at the bare skin against your thighs. You gasped, feeling the sting and growing redness before arching with loyalty to him, feeling just the slightest brush of his body on your aching, wound up center.

One hand explored your body while the other kept a firm hold on your collar, keeping you in check like the pretty little dog you were. He pinched nipples and twirled them expertly between his fingertips, making you keen as his hand lightly traveled from your stomach to your nether regions, fingertips stroking your folds with dexterous fingers. You heard him chuckle at how wet you were for him already, his fingertips curling within you and thrusting in a way that made you writhe under him.

“Please!” You sobbed this plea out, a last desperate cry for what you wanted the most yet he still took his time, watching your reactions and giving your collar small warning tugs before cutting your airway off completely again. You thrashed as you lost breath both from the collar and from the way his fingers curled just right inside of you, stretching you and preparing you for the treat you knew was going to come. Bending you to his whim like he was so proud to train you to do.

Perhaps that was why he was so proud of you. It was more of a pride on himself. You were proof that he was scary enough to break someone. To destroy them and bend them into something that would only love him. Did you only love him because he made you, you wondered? Molded you into the mess of a thing you were now, with your blood and arousal dripping all over your beautiful satin sheets as you begged for the cock of a man who had killed hundreds?

You weren’t allowed to think on it anymore as you felt him, the girthy head of his throbbing cock pressing against you and then sliding into you with practiced ease. The stretch was an addiction, hot and full inside of you and you cried out with delight, excited ‘thank-you’s falling against your mouth as he set a brutal place with immediate, pistoling movements of his strong hips. One hand held your waist and the other continued to pull at the collar as the soft noises of his grunts and moans only stimulated you more and more.

You lost yourself in the pleasure, the feeling of his cock hitting your cervix with every well time thrust making your brain turn to puddy as your insides churned around him. As you clenched tight on his waist and breathily moaned nonsensical words. You would have loved to moan his name one day, hearing syllables fall from your lips so eager to please and request mercy from a man who was a God to you. You hungered for his approval as he held you by your waist and pulled you closer, making the depth of his thrusts even more intense.

Yet all you could do was blubber as tears fell through your mask, staining the inside of the fabric as you curled your toes and begged to cum.

“Please! Can I please? I’ll be good I’ve been so good-so good! Sir, please let me I want to-hh-ah~.”

Your please seemed to work tonight. Two quick, sharp tugs at the collar telling you all you need to know about what he wanted from you.

Cum.

You did so, clenching around his dick and arching your back so that you could feel all of him as you soaked him and the sheets below you, whimpering and gasping out nothing as the breath was stolen from your aching windpipe. He found delight in hearing the start of your screams only to cut them off with a sharp tug, suffocating you in your own euphoria but you were too delighted with your orgasm to care, even as he fucked you through it with an unrelenting pace before finally stilling inside of you.

Your insides felt warm and gooey as his cum sunk into you. As it dribbled from between your thighs and you heard the shuddering breath of The Collector leave him from above you. The two of you stilled like that for a long moment, the sound of nothing but white noise filling your ears as you caught your breath, the collar’s tightness relenting enough for you to do so.

When he finally pulled out of you, you felt his fingertips touching your lips again, admiring the swollen and parted gasps that echoed from it. Loving the way your tears streaked down your face as you wiggled to find a comfortable position. Another tug and you stilled, understanding the message.

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Asa admired the spent being below him. The way the sweat on their body mixed with the scabbing blood from bites and kisses that he had drawn forth with sadistic ease. The black and red leather of the collar looked beautiful when accompanied by the hickies nestling around it. The silver chain he held firmly in his hands glittered in the low light he kept in the room of his best little pet.

He rubbed his thumb one last time over their mouth, pushing down the bottom lip to see how their teeth looked for a moment. The gum was dry. They needed water soon.

He gripped the ball gag placed lazily on the side of the table and secured it again. He loved the feel of their mouth as it parted with practiced ease, accepting of the routine that would come after a training session such as this one. Oh, how easy they were to train. How quick to obey with the proper encouragement and sharp asphyxiations. Asa took another moment to admire his work across their skin before touching one last time at their thighs, feeling them tense as he smeared some of the mixing fluids across them before standing up.

They didn’t ask if they would be allowed to clean up. They knew he would return with a warm rag and do it for them. Then again, Asa mused, he could leave and simply not come back. They would wait patiently, uncomplaining as the cum dried across their body and their form was raked with shivers and thirst. They would die like that, waiting patiently like the dog they were until they faded into nothingness.

Oh, but they were such a good pet weren’t they? Asa could never hurt his favorite like that.

Perhaps a new collar would be nice, though.

#anonymous #ask #Asa emory #asa emory x reader #asa emory imagine #the collector #the collector x reader #the collector imagine #the collection #slasher imagine

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fanfiction-funtime · 3 years

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Alexander Vodka lines

I did most of the characters, but some I don't know or genuinely can't think of anything. Hope this is good >-<

Hello: Hey there, your that Traveler fella ain’t ya? Hope I don't owe you copyrights for the name. Hm? I don’t? Well then, what can I help ya with?

Adventures? Sure why not, I could use the inspiration.

Two names: You’re curious why I have two names? Well it's sort of a thing in Snezhnaya that officers and other high ranking people have two names, like how harbingers do. Since I’m a high ranking member of the Schneznayan authors association, well former member, I have the name “Eis Cay’zar” meaning “ice ruler”. And Alexander Vodka is a pen name. Hm? What's my resistance name and real one? Well now Traveler, a man must have some secrets.

Change of tone: Ah yes, people often find the way I change from more eloquent speech to more casual off putting. Well it's the same reason I wear two sets of clothes: sometimes I feel like looking like an old noir hero, other times I like looking like a new age caped crusader. Sometimes I like sounding high society, other times I enjoy sounding like I’m from Khaen’ria.

How do you know about Khaen’ria: Well I was looking for accents and found out about a place called “New York” or something, a bit of investigation and I discovered everything. My source? That's a secret, ehe.

Good morning: Mornin’ Traveler! What's in the mornin’ paper?

Noon: Lunch time, my favourite time of the day. Let’s go get some pizza, I’m famished!

Afternoon: Almost time to punch out, let's go knock some skulls first.

Night: *yawn* Today was fun, thanks buddy. Get some shut eye, or if you can't come meet me at (wanmin/angels share/the tea house), first rounds on me!

When it rains: I am so glad I got over my fear of contacts.

When it rains(with glasses outfit): Hey can we get under something? I can barely see!

When it stops raining: The smell that comes after rain has always been one of my favorites.

When it snows: Perfect weather to bundle up with a nice hot cup of hot chocolate!

When it stops snowing: Do you ever miss home, Traveler?

About freedom: I warned Barbados, you know that? I knew that as long as he saw it coming, Signora wouldn’t stand a chance. But he just looked at me and said, “good, when I’m gone mondstadt will be truly free of the gods”. That’s a man I’d follow to the depths of the abyss and back.

About Venti: Speaking of Barbados, he’s a great drinking buddy. Me and him knock back a couple hundred rounds whenever I’m in Mondstadt! Course I’m always paying the tab, but I consider it a way of repaying him for making songs about my books.

About Kaeya: The cavalry captain? He’s pretty cool if you ask me, modeled as Rex Mondoleon for the cover of a historical fiction book I made. But I’d still like to know what he’s hiding behind that smile.

About Diluc: Don’t tell him I told you this, but one time I found Diluc after he was hit by an abyss spell that made him drunk. While he was drunk he kept ranting about how sorry he is for kicking out his brother. The poor guy has all that forgiveness in him but he’s too afraid to let it out.

About Jean: The acting grandmaster of the knights is someone truly deserving of respect. She leads by being a good person and earning the respect of her people, and she has never once tried to cover up the mistakes of the knights. In fact if a knight makes a mistake she’ll rush out to fix it. Jean should be the grandmaster, not that crooked old bastard.

About Lisa: Lisa was my first friend in Mondstadt. She mailed me about getting copies of my books into the Mondstadt library, I said I’d do a signing to promote a new one, one thing led to another and now we have tea every ninth day of the month.

About Rosaria: Don’t tell anyone, but I’m very sure she’s a vampire. A nice one, but still.

About Barbara: Awe that little doll? I once saw her kill multiple fatui because they threatened some sick and injured travelers. So I think she’s a great person, takes compassion to save lives and guts to handle taking them as well.

About Bennett: Bennett? Yeah I know him, nice kid. He likes my books but kept breaking them, so now I make special enchanted ones so he can’t break them even if he tried.

About Razor: The guardian of wolvendom? He’s a weird one alright, but he’s not a bad guy. I taught him how to read and write.

About Fischl: That crazy kid? I don’t care what everyone else says, she’s nice. People need to learn to just leave people alone, she’s not hurting anyone with her persona.

About Noelle: You will never find someone more dedicated too...well anything than Noelle is too the knights and her training.

About Klee: Klee and I are great friends! Nothing is more stimulating than massive explosions!

About Amber: She always has interesting stories to tell, like one time where she got rid of some bandits by making a dummy merchant cart filled with explosives! Or the time she had to help a kid get her pet giant snake out from the cathedral!

About Zhongli: Heh, he thinks he’s slick, but I know he’s Rex Lapis. Gotta say I kinda hate him for just giving up his gnosis, however he did it to free his people so I can’t be mad.

About Ninnguang: Never much cared for economics because I don’t know much about ‘em, so I can’t say anything about her business sense. But I can say that she’s a great leader who puts her people first.

About Keqing: Haven’t talked to her enough to know much, but she’s dedicated to her people and that's enough for me. Her dislike of blind faith in the gods is definitely enough to make me want to get to know her better though.

About Qiqi: Qiqi’s a nice kid, I don’t care what anyone says her being a zombie doesn’t make her bad.

About Baizhu: Snake man? Nice guy, helps me be accurate in my books. Always worry about him though, one hot breeze and he’s out like a light.

About Xingqiu: Xingqiu always tries to hide his good deeds, and while I can respect anonymity I can’t let a hero go unsung. So I’ve written multiple short stories about him using a different name, and put in the beginnings that it’s based on a true story.

About Chongyun: His popsicles are great inventions, I’ve played around with the idea a bit and made flavored ones. So far I’ve got strawberry and grape down and am working on this weird fruit called a..Banananana? I think?

About Beidou: Captain Beidou is so cool! She tells me stories about her journeys out to see and I write about them, but after seeing her in action I can’t really say that I do her justice.

About Kazuha: Kazuha has suffered so much, yet he refuses to give up and curl up away from the world when he so easily could. I have immense respect for him.

About Xianling: You’d be surprised at how good slime and boar tusk can be.

About Xiao: I’ve written down many myths and legends of the yaksha, but sadly I've never seen him in person.

About Verr Goldet: Oh she’s great company! Good business sense, and always polite.

About Gorou: Many people rightly attribute the Resistance’s survival and victories to general Kokomi, but it’s wrong to say general Gorou isn’t a brilliant strategist. He knows how to rally his men against impossible odds, and how to keep them standing against them. I’d follow general Gorou into battle any day.

About Ayaka: Ayaka seems so lonely, I hope when this is all done she can have some form of social life.

About Thoma: Thoma’s as cool as he seems. He always has a level head, and solves problems smoothly and without issues.

About Yoimia: KABOOOM!

About Kokomi: One time I was doing an interview of her excellency, to boost morale and draw new members. I intended on asking for her autograph, only for her to ask for mine! I’ve been riding that high for a while now and still ain’t come down.

About Signora: I hate fatui, but without that she has some good qualities: most of her power is her own unlike most other harbingers, and she’s a sharp dresser. Plus she’s actually justified in her choice to join the fatui, not excused, but isolation can justify many crimes in my book. But no matter what I can’t forgive her. She attacked my friend without a chance for him to fight back, and was unfairly cruel. Nothing can justify that, and I will not forgive her as long as she remains unapologetic for her cowardly cruelty.

About Childe: Fatui are scum, but Childe’s probably the best of them: he personally tries to keep civilians and the weak out of fatui business, and he’s only in it to make sure his family lives well. He also is powerful on his own, but most of his strength is the Tsaritsa’s well deserved gifts. Still though, he’s just a single stressful day from losing all his morals. I can’t leave the fate of my homeland to a madman like him, not unless he gets therapy.

About Scaramouche: Scaramouche...that bastard, it’s been five years and he still owes me 30,061 mora.

About the Fatui: The fatui are really just people who are lost or genuinely believe they’re in the right, and while I can sympathize and respect many of them I can't agree nor can I just stand by and watch. The grunts usually aren’t that bad, honestly they’re more like underpaid graduates new to the workforce, but the fighters you see daily? Almost all of them are scum no better than raiders, and debt collectors are the worst of them because they’ll do anything they can to scam you out of everything in their contracts.

About us-commissions: You know, if you’d like to commission a biography it’s 100 mora per ten pages.

About us-inspiration: You’re a font of inspiration for me, ya know that?

About us-fellow rebels: I’ve been with ya enough to know that this path you’re on, the one to find your sis/bro, you’re fighting against something far beyond my ability to deal with. I won’t abandon you, I’ll be here every step of the way.

About us-friends: We’ve been through a lot pal, I’m glad to call you my friend. Please, call me my rebel name: it’s Belgrade, named after the city where some very brave men took their last stand against oppression.

Hobbies: Well you have reading and writing, otherwise? Can't think of anything.

Favorite food: Grilled tiger fish, come get it while it’s hot!

Least favorite food: I really wanna try it, but I can’t have almond tofu. Or any nuts. Closes my throat right up.

Something to share: Hehe, I got embarrassing dirt on all the harbingers. Signora? She has a Tsaritsa body pillow. Scaramouche? He knits sweaters for his pet pig, cute but he hates letting people know. And Childe? Hoo man, the pics I’ve got on him have put a pretty mora on my head.

About me: Hey have you seen my dice? I wanted to teach the mondstadt kids how to play them...hm? What?! No, not gambling! It’s, uh, a tad embarrassing...h-hey look! Literally anything else, let's pay attention to it!

About me II: Alright! These rolls are great, can’t wait to use them next game. I’m so proud of Fischl, so young yet so imaginative. She’s already-ah! T-traveler! What are you doing?..

You know I’m the one meant to be learning the secrets here.

About me III: Back in Snezhnaya, everyone looks down on things that don’t “conform” where even the most rigid of nations like Inazuma have stopped caring. Adults can't play games, men can’t wear dresses, can’t even have a “weird” sense of humor. No laws against it, but being outcasted is...it’s not good…

About me IV: I wish I grew up in Mondstadt. The kids there are so free to be themselves, and the adults aren’t pressured to be nothing more than working hands. It’s not perfect, after all people are rude to Fischl and Benny for being “different”, but it’s better that’s for sure.

About me V: Hey traveler...this is...no it’s not embarrassing. You’re my friend and I have no reason to be embarrassed by wanting to enjoy time with you! Fischl’s going to run a pen and paper dice game, ever played one? It’s super fun, you get to be anything you want really, and it’s a great way to bond.

You will? Great! I’ll help you make a character!

Alexander’s troubles: It’s so hard to find publishers these days. Noone wants an actual plot, they just want twist after twist. What’s up with that?! Shock value is no substitute for characters you love living fulfilling lives.

Happy birthday: Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday you crazy bastard, happy birthday to you! Seriously pal, you put yourself in harm's way every day it seems, we literally met when you were fighting an actual god! Actually, know what? No danger all day! We’re wrapping ourselves in blankets and just relaxing!

Feelings about ascension-intro: woah, somethin’ feels different. I like it!

Feelings about ascension-building up: man, I’m feeling inspired all of a sudden! Hey traveller, give me a prompt!

Feelings about ascension-climax: HA! I don’t know what high I’m riding but I like it, I just finished writing a whole book series!

Feelings about ascension-conclusion: WOO! YEAH! ULRICH MIKAEL KEEPS WINNIN’!-I-I meant Alexand-ah forget it, I’m feelin’ too good to care!

OCs:

About Louis: That crazy inventor guy from Fontaine? I heard he got used by the fatui, damn shame that. Noone deserves to have their heart played with like that.

About Spritefather: You ever heard of Spritefather? I’ve only heard legends, but the fanmail I keep getting tells me that sometimes things are only legendary until someone writes them down.

About the Storytraveler: There’s this woman who travels from universe to universe to fix things, she’s in Teyvat right now. You should meet her, really nice person. But her powers are a bit weird, why does she transform like that? It takes so much time!

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Tagging: @love-psxlm, @storytravelled, @genshin-obsessed, @golden-wingseos

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin oc

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malebodyinvasion · 4 years

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Ron and the Wooden Sculpture - Part 1

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

I was extremely tired from work last week and asked my boss for a day-off. Since my performance was top notch, he gave me a week off from work. I planned to play all the games gathering dust in my online library.

I decided to get groceries myself. Normally, I just order them online and have them deliver to my doorsteps. It's been a while I had a walk from home to the supermarket and it would be a nice exercise. There were lots of shops and cafes along the way, and new ones replaced my usual hangout places.

On my way home, there was this suspicious antique shop besides my favorite pastry shop. It was not there before. While waiting for my order, I decided to pay this antique shop a visit. There were vintage dolls, steampunk wall clocks, old-school vinyl records, and many more. The one thing that got my attention the most is this statue of a guy wearing something cultural from an ethnic group. Each part is sculptured well which captures a male body's anatomy perfectly. The curves, the edges, everything. It's like a real person turned into a piece of wood. I knew it was a wooden statue but it's turning me on harder than my morning wood. Dad jokes aside, I'm really interested.

Suddenly, the shopkeeper appeared out of nowhere. It's an old lady wearing a black cloth robe like that one of fictional games. This just adds to the weirdness of the shop.

"It's a fine work," I said as I try my best to hide the horniness between my legs.

"Indeed." She replied. "It is made from a very special tree which only grows from Asia."

"That was very informative and... and... mysterious," I stuttered. "Iz... Is it for sale?"

"Yes, that's why it's on display," the shopkeeper retorted. Stay cool there, granny. I'm just asking.

"By how much?" I asked.

"Well, it depends." She replied in a calm voice. Did she just hear my thoughts?

"It depends?"

"Since it's been a while someone decided to buy something that is not a lucky charm or a scented candle, I'll give you a discount." Then she told me the price. It's reasonable for a good quality display and it's much cheaper than those limited edition figurines I bought online.

"I'm feeling good today so I'll take it!" I said on impulse. If she only knew, the reason I'm buying this sculpture is because I'm getting pumped by just looking at it. I'll just tell my parents when they visit that I'm feeling artsy and want to support artists.

I paid her cash and she told me that her grandson will deliver the sculpture later. Her grandson, huh. I'm actually imagining that it looks like an adventurer or a mage just for consistency's sake. Sorry for being judgmental granny!

Before I leave, the old shopkeeper told me, "Let him bathe under the moonlight. Once he recover from his deep slumber, he will serve you well."

"Ah... Thank you... very much!" That was really weird. It's like one of those lines of flavor texts in video games. But honestly, I can't help to interpret it in a lewd way.

I picked up my order from the pastry shop. It smells so good and tasty. I dropped by one of the thrift stores I frequent in college and bought some clothes and a couple of bulb and socket to put near the wooden sculpture I bought earlier. I run across some of my college classmates on my way home. We exchange conversations and ended up eating lunch together.

Time passed by and I remembered that the statue will be delivered later today. I bid goodbye to my classmates and hurriedly walk. Outside the apartment building, was a truck with the statue covered with bubble wraps and a huge cloth.

"You're Ron I presume," a dude, which is likely in early 20's, asked me before pointing fingers to the statue. "My mother told me to bring this guy at this address and she perfectly describes how you look."

"Ah, yes. That's me." I answered excitedly. Wow, this dude looks exactly what I imagined, minus the weird clothing. He wears a normal T-shirt, a normal pants, and a pair of normal shoes. He is perfectly normal, different than his grandmother. His voice is kind of cute and sexy.

"Good." He remarked. "Can you stop staring at me?"

"Sorry."

"I already have an idea of what's on your mind. It's the clothes, isn't it?"

I nodded.

"My grandmother is really weird on her own way. Well, she's a... " he stopped. "Anyway, on what floor and room should I carry this statue?"

"Room 807, at 8th floor, " I answered but his face looks like he doesn't like what he just heard. "Don't worry. There's an elevator in the lobby!"

"O-okay."

He followed me to the elevator. I like to help him but I have groceries and the pastry in my arms. I can see his muscles popping up while carrying that statue. The more I look at him, the more I realize his handsome appearance.

"Let's go." I pressed the buttons and the elevator closes. It's just the two of us in this small space, well, it's three if I count the statue. I'm getting another boner thinking about it. "By the way, what's your name? I'm Ron as you already know," I bravely asked.

"Aldrin... You can call me Aldrin, yeah," he replied nervously. What's wrong with this guy and he suddenly starts shaking. I'm not a beast that will randomly jump at you. You're also weird on your own way, dude.

The elevator rang as a sign we're already on the 8th floor. I paced towards my doorstep and opened the door. "Can you put him over there, near the sofa bed?"

"Sure," then he entered my apartment. I could see him looking at my action figures on the shelves as he walked towards the bed. "You... You're quite a collector yourself."

"Ah, yes. I bought then if I feel like it," I tried to wave it off with a nervous laugh. Seeing him inside my room makes my growing member harder.

"This guy will be your first life-size. Take good care of him, yeah?" He said as he tap the statue's shoulder. I’ll take good care of the statue, of course. He may not be an action figure but I still spent some money.

"I will and thank you." I offered him a drink but he declined so I gave him some tip for helping me out. He supposed not to accept it but I insisted.

"Th... Thank you." He said as he left my room. "Ba... By the way, did my grandmother tell you anything about the statue?"

"Yes. She told something about moonbathing the statue. Is there a problem?"

"No... Nothing. I'll be going then."

"Alright. Thanks again."

I closed the door. I'm still horny, the heck. Thinking about Aldrin and looking at the statue gives me shivers down my spine. I lay down over the sofa bed and removed my pants and underwear freeing my "more harder" member. There were already signs of precum on its tip. I am in good shape, but not as good as the statue of well-defined pecs and abs or as muscular as Aldrin. I put my right hand over my chest and pinch my nipple as my left hand moved up and down my boner.

No, this is not enough. I get off my bed and stand half-naked before the wooden sculpture. I caressed its smooth hardy abs and pecs while still pounding my meat with my other hand. Due to my short stature, I raised my heels and lean towards for a kiss. I might look crazy for romancing an inanimate object but I'm enjoying it.

My body is tensing up. I could feel the build up in my dick and any moment I shall reach my climax. I lean more forward feeling the sculpture's varnished skin against my own. I feel so hot and euphoric.

"Aahhh...!" I moaned and let my imagination run wild, and streams of pure ecstasy shoots out towards the statue's legs, sliding down to its feet. "It's been a while since the last time I did this, huh. Thanks to you Mr. Statue."

I wiped off the cum with my T-shirt and wear a pair of boxer shorts. I need to put off the things I bought and prepare for dinner. I looked at the statue again and wondered what's the real meaning behind the granny said.

"I think the food can wait. I'll take a nap for now."

#male transformation #body transformation #male body transformation #hot #sexy

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Kodomo No Omocha’s Sticker Album Highlights (Merlin, 2001, Italian)

Let's keep talking about retro japanese cartoons, shall we? I've done some posts lately in which I reviewed Game Boy games based on comics or animations from Japan, with the intention of covering series that I either used to watch as a kid or recall being popular during the GB and GBC eras. A lot of these games have never been released outside Japan, so it's also an occasion to gather up some imports and see what Italy has missed on. There's actually a particular cartoon I wanted to talk about since the start of this research, but unfortunately it seems it has never recieved any videogame adaptation. But hey, this is my blog, and I can talk about whatever I want! >:C Also I suddenly remembered my Fandom tag has been created purposely for non-gaming objects. >.> So, let's look at some stickers while I tell you the tale of Rossana.

Rossana can be best described as the soap opera that spawned a second wave of nipponic hysteria among every single italian person under 20 during the very last period of the 90s. It's like The Bold And The Beautiful looked at Pokèmon and said "yeah, I want something like that.". Its popularity hit even harder my personal view of the world as the plot starts with the protagonists attending the last year of elementary school... which is exactly what me and my friends were doing, multiplying the relatable factor tenfold. This cartoon took everyone by their necks since its first episode: it was broadcasted on what was, at the time, the best and most popular italian channel for children entertainment, and heavily advertised before starting, so we knew exactly when to tune in to catch it. The day after the first episode, school looked like a different place. Everyone in class was chanting the opening at the top of their lungs; boys were acting like the male protagonists, all girls mimicked the main role Rossana, the more artisticly inclined ones started doodling the characters anywhere possible, including textbooks and homework. Teachers were in tears. I had watched the first episode and found it amusing enough to keep me entertained, so for some period I fully partecipated in the general enjoyment of the cartoon. Then, I started missing episodes (when you missed something on TV during the 90s... it was gone!) and upon returning to it, I found the plot had become much more complex and centered on sentimental intrigues, of which I never gave a toss about, so I jumped off the hype train while others still followed it until the end.

As it is usual for these productions, Rossana was another anime based on a manga series; the original work is titled "Kodomo No Omocha" (which literally means "Children's Plaything"... yeah, I too find it a tad creepy), drawn by mangaka Miho Obana and serialized by Ribon from 1994 to 1998. It tells the story of Rossana Kurata, a child actress (an idol in the original story) trying to balance her career with a normal kid's life by going to school and having normal friends: however, her class is anything but normal and she finds herself often fighting against the biggest bully of the school group, Hayama (translated as Heric in italian). As the story progresses, though, Sana understands Heric's complex and at times completely inappropriate attitude is a result of a troubled childhood, having lost his mother at birth and being bullied by his older sister and completely ignored by his father. Willing to help him out, Sana befriends him and starts to develop even deeper feelings, also sharing her own troubled past: she had been actually abandoned as a newborn and adopted by Misako, a famous writer. New characters are introduced along the way, among which the child actor Charles, Sana's schoolmate but also colleague which the girl will work alongside during a trip to the States, and Funny, an extremely extroverted kid that will at first become close friends with Sana, but that will, at some point, steal Heric's heart, leaving Sana to deal with heartbreak and jealousy. Despite the story being drawn in an energetic shojo style and the episodes showing many hysterical/demential jokes along the way, Kodomo No Omocha is a dramatic story centered on overcoming past secrets, venomous feelings, and describing the difficult shift from childhood to adolescence.

The original 10 manga volumes got adapted for animation in 102 episodes, which broadcasted on TV Tokyo from 1996 to 1998. In Italy, the anime got imported first with the direct title "Rossana": it was aired in its entirety during all of the year 2000, and yes, all the 102 episodes got translated! Unfortunately, the channel wanted to make Rossana completely targetable to little kids, which meant that many plot elements had to undergo heavy censorship. The result was a comedy/demential series that at times showed a sentimental route, and for the rest felt very cut, like it was hiding something. This was no Chou Gals!-styled localizaion effort: scenes were edited or completely deleted, names and terms translated losing all context, graphics and objects concerning japanese culture got zoomed out, some episodes even aired randomly without following the original order, and finally the ending got cut, leaving it as an open cliffhanger. Kodomo No Omocha is, originally, marketed towards an adolescent audience, but kids are a much more profitable target, so a lot of the original plot points went away: Sana no longer thinks of Rei (her adult manager, called Robby in italian) as his boyfriend; it's never mentioned that her actual mother abandoned her in a park after giving birth at only 14 years old; and many instances in which some kids (Heric, but also Komori in later eps) practice self-harm or have suicidal thoughts are cut in their entirety. And yet, despite this general mangling, the story managed to become popular anyway, gaining three reruns, some video distribution on VHS and DVD (both cut, for unknown reasons, after the 20th episode), and an opening with lyrics that will never leave the minds of an entire generation. The manga got translated only after 2002, getting marketed instead for its actual audience and going for a literal translation of its original title: "Il giocattolo dei bambini - Rossana" got published by Dynit in its entirety, however I'm not sure wether it underwent the same censorship measures of the cartoon or it was left to a more faithful state.

The hype about Rossana was interestingly lacking of any substantial, original merchandise imported from their origin country; instead, every gadget we had about the anime was produced by italian companies and it consisted in the usual cheapish stuff sold in order to cash a quick buck on popular media. We had school supplies such as bags, pencil cases and diaries, decorated stationary, and the never-missing sticker album. This last merchandise, aptly featured in this post, is what I remember most since everyone was trading doubles at school; the blindingly hot pink package has also burned a permanent image in my mind. Published by Merlin in 2001, Rossana's abundantly pink album could contain 204 stickers; be them glossy, holographic, single or combined, it adds up as quite a large selection considering that all images shown were nothing more than screenshots of the cartoon, with album pages filling up a description of episodes shown, or giving a little more insight on the general plot. At least my previously reviewed Pokèmon album showed interesting action poses by Sugimori and doubled up as a Pokèdex, but I do recognize the latter can count on a much more substantial franchise. What Rossana's album excels in, though, is its value; remember when I said a completed Pokèmon album was only worth a few bucks? Well, a completed Rossana album goes instead for nothing less than a hundred euros on secondhand markets. Even the single stickers, if sold in lots, can become a pretty penny, and still sealed booster packs can range from 30 to 70 euros depending on how many you're selling. I can already picture italian readers going through their cupboards to see if they still have this relic intact! As for me, I was too focused on Pokèmon during that period to care about filling up another sticker album, so I had completely skipped that. And no, I'm not gonna spend 100+ euros on an album just to make a Fandom post: what you're seeing here are all images collectors have shown to the net.

It's interesting to notice that Merlin tried to cash in on the anime's popularity even beyond the sticker album itself, by advertising even among the album pages an upcoming periodical (monthly I suppose?) magazine almost all centered on the cartoon, but trying to double up as a typical girls' magazine with pictures of boybands, various articles, and the always present and equally emberassing mail section. For some reason I have very vivid flashbacks of me going through the pages of the first volume: probably some friend brought it at school, they had it lying about at their house, or I may have bought it along with other girls then left it to them. This mag was nothing particular and doomed to be shortlived: you can't keep a single anime series relevant forever, and it was apparent that arguments tried to always pull Rossana into context when in reality it had nothing to do with the articles. It seemingly disappeared after its second issue, and got buried under the sheer abundance of more relevant girly mags, among which the legendary Cioè.

All in all, Rossana’s shout of livelyhood was probably short, but loud enough to have shook the heart and soul of many of us, especially in this country. It’s apparent that companies wanted to keep the profit margin as high as possible by not importing any substantial japanese gadget about Sana and opting instead for printed publications or cheapy stationery; however, apart from dolls, plushes and general toys, even Japan didn’t seem too keen on releasing actually peculiar stuff dedicated to the franchise. The most technological gimmick I found is a toy audio recorder, of which I can only find a few images online and not even one single listing so I can get and review it. Maybe I’m just sour no one ever thought about doing a Game Boy adaptation, because I’m sure it would’ve been a major hit among girls here. Oh well, can’t change the past... but surely you can remember it. :)

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fanfictionaries · 4 years

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If I Didn’t Know Any Better - Cutthroat Challenge

Thank you again @sherrybaby14 for this lovely challenge! Very inspiring and gave me an opportunity to write a little Steve fluff!

Prompt: Valentine’s dinner with Steve

Sabotage One: Steve has to have a room filled with children’s toys.

Sabotage Two: Can’t use the words yes/no/maybe or any synonym!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x you / Steve Rogers x y/n

Summary: Who could have known that the only thing you needed to finally tell Steve how you feel would be a bottle of red wine and a room full of children’s toys?

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, and MORE fluff! It’s my birthday, so I’m feeling fluffy.

Words: 2k

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“I can’t believe I’ve never been to your place before Steve!” you gasped at the glory of the expansive apartment. Nestled in, on a quiet street in Brooklyn, the antique building was almost dream-like with its ivy-covered façade and large oak trees outside. The exposed brick walls and original hardwood floors paired well with the plush rugs and brown leather couch sat in the living room. Everything was clean lines, utilitarian, but with just the right amount of sentimentality to make it warm. Homey. The kitchen, with its ample-sized marble island lay open, giving it a small modern feel for such an otherwise outdated space. In a way, the apartment was the perfect reflection of Steve. Wonderful smells wafted from the oven and stovetop, leading you further in and past the tall super soldier holding the door open for you.

“Please, (Y/N), come on in,” laughed Steve, closing the door and following you towards the kitchen.

“Where is everyone? I thought for sure I was going to be the last one here,” you admitted sheepishly as you set down your bags and began to unpack the copious bottles of wine. You attempted to suppress a smile as you remembered the aghast expression on the checkers face when you’d placed ten bottles of red blend down on the conveyer belt.

“They didn’t tell you?” Steve questioned, picking up one of the bottles and examining the label.

“Tell me what?” you asked beginning to open cabinets, your heels clicking across the floor as you made yourself right at home, “Aha! There they are!” Stretching, you attempted to reach the wine glasses sitting dusty and unused at the top of the shelf.

“They’re not coming,” Steve reached above you, easily grabbing two. Swinging around in surprise, you were met with an expansive chest in your line of sight. Hello. You shook the strange and sudden thoughts forming around Steve’s chest from your head and wiped your hands on the skirt of your dress before reaching up and grabbing the glasses from his hands.

“What?! Why?” Placing the glasses on the countertop, you used a dish towel to wipe them free of dust before irritatedly opening one of the bottles.

“Well, Nat finally managed to talk Bruce into doing something with her, and Sam and Bucky both managed to find dates at the last minute,” Steve watched as you tipped the bottle, filling your glass almost all the way to the top. You pouted at the absence of your friends before taking a large gulp of the red.

“Traitors,” you grumbled, taking another sip and leaning against the island.

“Hey,” said Steve, moving to your side and taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger. You obliged as he tilted your head up to look at him. The moment your eyes met his, you couldn’t help but marvel in just how blue they were. Like the ocean, you had always thought. Peaceful and calming. Stop that. You did not come over to Steve’s place for a friendly dinner just to gawk over him. You were like a little sister to him. He didn’t see you that way! It was wrong to pine after him like a love-sick puppy dog every other day of the year. It was especially wrong to do it on Valentine’s day. Of course, the presence of Nat, Sam, and Bucky were supposed to make the whole ordeal easier. That had been the plan at least.

“We can still have a good time tonight. Just you and me. Besides, more lasagna for the both of us,” Steve continued, breaking you out of your wandering thoughts.

“And more wine too. Think we can finish all ten bottles?” you smirked, earning you a raised eyebrow.

“I think that however I respond to that question, you’re still going to try,” jabbed Steve, dodging your hand as your reached out to slap him playfully for his smart aleck response, “Hey, pour me a glass too while I pull the lasagna out of the oven.”

“Done already?” you asked excitedly, reaching over the island for the second glass and filling it almost all the way to the top.

Steve responded by presenting a large casserole dish like the holy grail, wafting the scent of marinara and cheese in your direction.

“You’re a god!” you moaned, following the cheesy, meaty dish as he took it away from you and set it on the stove next to what appeared to be some kind of dessert. You gasped, “Is that—”

“Chocolate pudding?” Steve finished for you, sending a mischievous smile your way.

“Careful there, Captain, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to get into my panties tonight,” you teased, the words leaving your mouth before you could think twice about them. Great job. Obviously, the best way to not let the man know you were practically in love with him was to flirt shamelessly. You quickly busied yourself by taking a large sip from your glass, hoping to gloss over the comment.

Thankfully, Steve merely laughed, “Get yourself a plate and dish up while it’s still hot (Y/N),” he made his way around you, placing a large hand on the expanse of your lower back. The simple contact should have meant nothing. The two of your sparred and grappled all the time in training, but there was something so intimate about the situation. You and a man you were desperately in love with that would never notice you, having dinner on Valentine’s night. Just the two of you. Breathing deeply, you told yourself to get over it. You were friends and that was good enough. You could do this. You could get through tonight.

The torture didn’t stop there, however. It was as if Steve was purposefully feeding into all of your deepest romantic fantasies. It started with the lasagna. Your favorite dish. Then the chocolate pudding. Your favorite dessert. He even indulged in drinking the wine you brought, knowing you didn’t like to drink alone. The music he’d chosen to play, your favorite, and when he’d brought out the playing cards, you thought you might drown in bliss. You played rummy, a game you’d confessed forever ago was your favorite as your grandfather had taught you how to play.

That is how you found yourself, a few hours later, seated on the floor in Steve’s living room. A small fire crackled and roared from the fireplace as the two of you sipped wine and indulged on the overtly rich chocolate pudding. Your heels had long been forgotten and Steve had graciously provided you a blanket to cover your bare legs. The playing cards laid strewn across the coffee table behind you as the two of you stared into the flames. It was romantic. So romantic. The wine had made your limbs and brain mushy and slowly you were falling into a false sense of reality. Was Steve really trying to get into your panties? Why else would tonight be so perfect and well catered to you?

“So,” you spoke, breaking the comfortable silence, “I understand why I’m here. But, why are you here Steve?”

“Because I live here?”

You rolled your eyes, “You know what I mean. You could have anyone Steve! You’re Captain Freaking America! Why spend your Valentine’s day night with me?”

“What’s wrong with you?”

You snorted in response, taking another sip of wine. It was official, you were just drunk enough to begin losing your filter.

“Just answer the question Mister America.”

“It’s Captain, thank you,” said Steve haughtily causing the two of you to laugh, “Fine. I guess…I guess I’m here because I’m in love with someone and I’ve been too chicken to tell them.”

What? The confession floored you. Great. This was great. You tried to hold it together and not think about just how stupid you were. A stupid girl silly enough to fawn over a guy and believe that he could actually like her! The dinner, the dessert, the music, the cards. It all had to be pity. Pity that you couldn’t find someone to spend Valentine’s day with. Steve was alone by choice tonight. You on the other hand…

“Um, would you excuse me?” voice and legs shaky as you stood up, “Bathroom?”

“Oh, um down the hall, second door on the right,” said Steve, sounding…disappointed? You didn’t allow yourself to focus on it, needing to extricate yourself from the room as quickly as possible before you broke down in tears. Heading hastily down the hall, you opened the second door to find not a bathroom to cry in, but…a whole room of children’s toys?

“What the hell?” you voiced aloud, unable to stop yourself. Bikes, doll houses, puzzles, board games, cars, barbies, nerf guns. Everything. Every toy a kid could possibly have! Why did a grown man have a room full of children’s toys? Did he have a kid you didn’t know about? Was he some kind of collector? Was it…a sex thing? Your inebriated brain was leading you down all kinds of crazy rabbit holes, when a voice behind you sent you soaring into the air.

“I said second door on the right.”

You gasped, swinging around to find Steve leaning against the door, large arms crossed in front of him, “Geeze Steve! You scared me! What the hell are you doing with all these toys?”

“It’s uh…it’s kind of a long story,” Steve scratched the back of his head sheepishly, “I was talking to my neighbor down the hall the other day about her kids birthday that’s coming up soon and she admitted that money was tight this year and it was going to be hard affording presents this close to Christmas. Well, I thought I’d help out a little. As you can see, I went a little overboard…are you crying?”

You sniffed, wiping at the tears that had rolled down your cheeks, “God! Could you be any more perfect?! I’m so stupid! There you are, incredibly attractive, nice, caring, and so selfless and I’m just…me! I can’t believe that I thought for even a second that you could possibly feel the way I feel about you. But of course, you’re in love with somebody else and she is so lucky! You have to tell her Steve because she’d be a fool not to feel the same way. And I—”

“Hey, hey, calm down,” Steve approached you, placing his hand on your shoulders, “Deep breaths.” You breathed with him, feeling yourself calming under his care.

“Did you mean it? You have feelings for me?”

Your face heated in embarrassment. You couldn’t believe you just confessed your love to him, crying in a room full of children’s toys. Bringing your hands up to cover your face, you groaned into your palms wishing you were anywhere but there.

“I have feelings for you too (Y/N).”

“What?” you looked up, pulling your face from your hands in surprise.

“Full confession, I asked everyone else not to come tonight,” Steve admitted shyly, “I was hoping that if I could impress you enough tonight, you’d consider being my girl. That is, if I got up the courage to tell you how I feel.”

“So, the girl you’re in love with…”

“Is you, (Y/N),” said Steve reaching a hand up to cup your face softly, “I’m crazy about you (Y/N). You’re all I think about. You make me happy and I think that I could make you happy too. If you’ll have me.”

You laughed, lightly, your head swimming with euphoric confusion. If you’d have him? What a ridiculous question. You answered by lifting onto your toes and wrapping your arms around his neck before bringing your lips to his. The kiss was warm and sweet. He tasted of red wine and chocolate pudding and everything you could have dreamed of. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you tight to his body, every muscle hard and molding perfectly to you. You pulled away, leaning back to see the lust in his eyes.

“Careful there, Captain, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to get into my panties tonight.”

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Some Sam Emerson Headcanons:

(Some of these have been posted before, a very long time ago. I think it is okay to repeat them, as I do not believe many people saw them the first time.)

- His unabbreviated name is Samson. I initially thought it to be Samuel (which is a name I dearly love), however upon second thought, I find that Samson fits much better. @moviegroovies has speculated that Michael’s middle name is Moonchild, given his comment about almost being named Moonbeam. I like that idea a lot. Samson is a Hebrew name, meaning “Sun”, which would fit very nicely next to Michael Moonchild and also reflects Sam very well.

- Sam was very sickly as a young child. His immune system was very feeble and he suffered several lengthy infections. He struggled to keep up with his school work, spending long stretches of time at home. Naturally, Lucy dedicated a lot of her time to him and she grew very protective over him. Though this was not the entire reason for the rift between Lucy and Mr Emerson, it was a factor. Sam grew stronger over years of treatment. Though his immune system remains weak, illness is not so frequent, or long term by the time he is moved to Santa Carla.

- Growing up as the delicate child has left Sam caught between two extremes. On the one hand, he yearns for some independence, not wanting to be coddled all the time. I feel like Michael probably used to be quite overcautious with Sam, which forced Sam to express his frustration at constantly being treated like glass. On the other hand, Sam is very used to being the centre of attention, specifically Lucy’s attention, so he feels a little rattled when he does not have it. As much as he does not want his mother to worry about him, he really does love being her special boy.

- Lucy bought Nanook for Sam, because he struggled to make any firm friends at school. Sam named his friend Nanook, after an early memory of his. Whenever Lucy took Sam out on a chilly day, she would zip him up in his winter coat and pull the furry hood over his head. She would say; “There you go, Nanook of the North!” When Sam first stroked his dog and felt his warm fur, he immediately decided to name him Nanook.

- Sam is double jointed and surprisingly flexible. He is the sort of kid to sit on the sofa in a scorpion pose, while he watches television. He is also very dexterous, able to perform a number of small tasks with his toes.

- Sam has a huge capacity for sugary food, but he is also partial to fruit, especially dried fruits, like mango and red berries. He will always feel somewhat betrayed by bananas, however, because he used to love the taste of this banana flavoured medicine he was given as a child, and he was disappointed to find that real bananas do not taste the same.

- Whenever Sam becomes ill, while living in Santa Carla, Edgar and Alan come over to help him with his chores and homework (as best they can).

- He has held a lifelong fear of dolls and puppets. Even shows like The Muppet Show seemed to unsettle him, somewhat. The Dark Crystal well and truly terrified him. Every so often, Michael will sneak up behind Sam in the hall and drop a loud, high pitched “MmMMMMN!” right in his ear.

- Sam’s favourite food is pancakes, specifically homemade pancakes with chocolate chips and hot butter. Left to his own devices, he would have that every night.

- During his teen years, Sam finds real freedom and joy in dance. He joins the street dancing club at his school. A wariness of Santa Carla night life prevented him from frequenting raves in later years, much to his annoyance.

- Sam’s natural hair is exactly like Michael’s. He used to have a halo of brown curls as a youngster, which he thought made him look like a piece of mouldy broccoli.

- He is a crystal collector. He likes to look at them and arrange them when he feels angry, or stressed.

- He is bi. He has a heavy preference for men, but he would absolutely put a ring on Molly Ringwald’s finger.

- He completed a pharmacy technician diploma, after leaving school, so he could work at the pharmacy in town. While working towards his diploma he took on part time work at Frog Comics. His lifestyle as a Monster Basher did not do his career any favours. Several years down the line, he could not find employment in any pharmacy.

#the lost boys #lost boys #awesome monster bashers #sam emerson

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