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cutesytwt · 2 months

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Alastor x Collector! child reader

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(GENDER NEUTRAL READER!)

Also this takes place before Alastor lets his appearance after 7 years be fully known.

I will try to write more parts to this with more interactions of us with Alastor and other characters while trying to also continue the story 😭

@belos-simp69 let me know what you think so far

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He wasn’t expecting to meet someone, a kid in fact, like you. He was curious. What was a shadow doing all the way down here in a cave within hell, with no person it belongs to? It seemed to be as if you were trapped.. which you were and he realized that.

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As he walked in the cave, lanterns illuminated, allowing him to see the scattered bones that littered the place. He walked deeper into the cave, meeting its end… but at the very center was a pedestal where a circular mirror lied with a crescent moon symbol in the middle.

“My my what’s this?” Someone with a radio static voice said walking forward before he was stopped in his tracks due to an unrecognized voice.

“Who said that!? Who’s there?” You yelled out, waiting to hear that voice again. It sounded interesting… fun.

Immediately, a shadow emerged from the mirror like object, traveling around the cave walls, stopping at a certain distance due to restricted movement.

“Well hello there little one!” The man turned his head to the wall the shadow stayed on tilting his head, smiling wildly. He held out his staff pointing it at you. You saw that it had a shielded microphone at the top.

You were surprised to get a response, even more surprised that he saw you. The lanterns that illuminated the cave were dull. Most people don’t see you because of that. Most people get scared and run back to the entrance of the cave wanting to get out as fast as they can.

You are a shadow…in a cave, after all.

You pushed those thoughts away quickly.

“A Person! Hi, hello! It’s been so long since I’ve seen someone!” You say extending and waving your arms. Your hands making a “hello” motion. Going a bit too fast though.

You saying that made him curious.

“Yes yes, a person! Now what might your name be?” He said getting closer to your shadow as he held his staff down. Un-tilting his head, but he was still smiling.

As he got closer, you could see that it looked like he had two long pointy ears on his head and small dear antlers…?

“Y/N! My names Y/N!” you say with excitement coursing through your voice

“What’s your name mister!?” You say questioning him back, waiting for a response.

“The names Alastor dear! Now that we’ve got past the introductions, what’s a little kid like you doing all the way in this cave?”

“Uh uh, I’m not answering another question until you play a game with me!” You say turning your head in the opposite direction of Alastor, turning your head to glare back at him right after before turning back.

“A Game you say? And what game is this?”

“Hide and seek! You know how to play hide and seek righhhttt?” You didn’t give him the chance to answer. “I’ll hide you seek! … and count to ten!” You say before you move from the wall to go to find a hiding spot.

Alastor decided to play along with you and play your little game of hide and seek. For answers. He was curious about why you were down here. Why you were a shadow, and just what was that circular thing with a moon in the middle you emerged from?

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You laughed, you were having so much fun. Something you hadn’t had in a while. Your game of hide and seek turned into a game of tag.

“You caught meee!”

You started to sing

To you, who strayed to far from home!

To me, who’s trapped beneath these bones!

We’ll play forever me and you!

When you paint the land,

In nine bright hues!

You burst out laughing once again

“Trapped you say?” Alastor says, thinking. You were trapped? Why were you, a child even trapped down here? This intrigued him.

“Uh huhhhh.. I’m trapped.” You say sadly.

“We’re friends now, right? We played games together! You can help me get free right?” You yelled out expectingly, your mood immediately changing once again.

“I guess I could help you out a bit! …

but what would I get in return?”

“Anything! I’ll do anything! I just want out of this stupid cave!” You whined. You were willing to do anything if it meant finally being able to be free again.

“Anything? Then, let’s make a deal.” Alastor said, as the certain area in the room you both were illuminated in a spooky green color. You could now see that the deer horns that you made out to be on his head were getting bigger and his smiling grin got wider.

“I’ll help you get out of this cave, and free you, and in return for those two things, you can give me your soul! Do we have a deal?” Alastor said holding out his unoccupied hand.

You thought about it for a few seconds, letting out “hmmm” noises.

“Okay!” You agreed almost immediately, not knowing what you were getting yourself into.

His eyes widened and turned into radio dials…? Then green stitches appeared on his face.

“Wait, you’re not tricking me are you?! You promise to help me out?” You say as you grow suspicious and cross your arms. You’ve learned to not trust people too easily from past encounters.

“Pinky promise!” You said before moving your shadow from the wall to the ground so you could stand in front of him. You held out your pinky finger.

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• After you guys made your deal, Alastor helped you get out of the cave. Not too sure how to actually free you just yet. You told him how he could just carry around your moon mirror for now

“What?! But you said you could free me! You promised. We pinky swore!” You said throwing a tantrum

“I’ve fulfilled the first part of our deal, but I’m not too sure how to fully free you just yet. I’ll just have to figure that out dear!”

• People would give weird looks and stares to Alastor and you as he carried your moon mirror around and you would just be hiding behind him. Everyone looked to be shocked and afraid. Of you? No. Afraid of him.

“Isn’t that the radio demon? Wait, what’s that behind him?”

The radio demon?

“He’s back after seven years?”

“What’s the thing he’s carrying?”

• A few people would start recording with their phones but their phones would start to glitch out and overheat causing them to power off.

“What the heck?”

• Alastor took you to his radio tower where you stayed most of the time, was he even searching for a way to free you from your moon mirror?! It was pretty boring, and he would just barely make an appearance back at his own place. You found it weird. Just where is he? This was no different from being trapped up in that cave.

The doors of his radio tower opened and you came out from your moon mirror

“Where have you been! It’s so boring here, there’s nothing to do!”

“I’ve been out running errands,” he started before you cut him off

Betrayed, beguiled, alone, deceived!

I’ll have my revenge on… ugh. Unity is so hard to rhyme.

“Now now, I am not deceiving you nor am I betraying you. I’m still figuring out how to free you from this.. thing.” He says pointing at your moon mirror.

“In the time being, how about I take you somewhere new. It’s called the Happy Hotel. At the moment.” He says bending down and smiling while staring at you wide eyed.

“Would you like that? Think of it as my apology for keeping you locked up in here for so long.”

“Would I!? Yes yes yes yes yes! Let’s go, right now!” You said excitedly, circling him in your shadow.

“Well then let’s not waste anytime shall we?”

#alastor x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #the collector #owl house

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lotusmi · 1 year

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hey lotus, so sorry to bother you during your break! hope you are enjoying it, and do take care of yourself <3

just wanted to let you know I entered/woke up in the void using, mr. hottie wakowski method 😘

basically ranted especially when I was angry and annoyed, to make it feel more because anger issues fr + annoying people, and I woke up in the void- manifested a couple of things like cute clothes, accessories, and some books hehe 💗

just thought I'd let you know because tumblr has been in a very negative slump, and some success stories would do good for the community 😔💞

also mike wazowski marry me

suuuuuuucess storry!!

No but this makes me super happy angel, It's so good to know it like omg!! you were the one who made me a reading righhhttt, no but this is such a great news!!! congrats!! i lobe books!! and yes mike so cute 😭may u have a wonderful day bub!!

#the void #void success #void state #void success story

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itsohh · 1 year

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Death Goes to Disco Part 4

A/N: Female reader, righhhttt so NEXT chapter should be the last chapter. For real this time you guys.

Summary: In the middle of winter, the three of you debark into the never-ending darkness of Greenland's winter. Not used to the cold, you struggle to adapt to the cold but Ghost and Soap are there to help.

Word count: 3038

Warnings: not smut but not exactly sfw either

AO3 Masterlist Part 1 Part 3

Cold. So. Freezing. Cold.

In the seemingly permanent darkness, you trekked through the snow. The jacket that covered every inch of your skin really did try. It kept you going, get you mobile, kept you combat-ready. Yet, you knew later at night when you had to stop moving its wetness would become a detriment.

In-between the two men you followed Ghost while Soap walked behind you. All three of you had night vision goggles on to cope. "You alright there Disco?" You heard Soap ask when you clutched your jacket a bit tighter.

"It's fucking cold!" Your voice managed to get out despite the fluffy jacket hood that covered most of your face.

"Not used to the cold eh?"

"Not used to extreme weather."

"Prefer being in the desert?"

"Fuck no, at I can warm up. Only so many clothes you can take off."

"In extreme heat, it's wiser to wear many layers. Polyester is not recommended." Ghost spoke in front of you.

"Fuck are you serious?" You hissed and Ghost looked back at you for a moment with his brow raised. "My uniform back when I was in Afghanistan was made of teredo. In the middle of the goddamn summer."

"What's teredo?" Soap asked.

"Polyester cotton hybrid." You answered with a huff and Soap let out a laugh before your head snapped back at him.

"Ah, I'm sorry. I- that's horrible really. They didn't have anything else?"

"Not really, my uniform fit shit anyway." You looked forward and soon caught up to Ghost who looked down his scope. Johnny joined the pair of you and you copied Ghost's action.

At the end of your scope, you could see what he was looking at. A small cabin, more of a shack than anything. Hidden away in the side of a mountain. If you didn't know to look there, it was extremely easy to miss.

"See that?" Ghost asked.

"Sure do."

"Affirmative."

"That's our destination. Our base of operations."

"Think they have a fireplace in there?" Soap asked.

"No fire."

"Negative."

Both you and Ghost spoke at the same time much to each other's surprise.

"Even if it has a fireplace we should avoid using it. The smoke would give away our location." You swallowed and explained. Ghost gave you a nod at your explanation and you couldn't help but feel pride sweet inside your chest. Like you were a fresh rookie again.

"How long are we staying here LT?" Soap asked.

"Estimated two weeks." Ghost looked towards him.

"Two weeks?" Soap was surprised and he glanced at you for a moment.

"Will we have the supplies for that? I'm not a fan of reindeer." You muttered the last part under your breath.

"Should be, let's get out there and find out."

Despite the close proximity of the building, it took the three of you about half an hour to finally reach it. Ghost took point and was the first to enter, Soap right on his tail. Soon came the call for all clear. Safe as safe could be.

"Hey, Ghost?" You asked as you shrugged off your back onto the sofa. His head turned to face you as he removed his own bag. "You said in the briefing we were here on the odd case that Willem took this path through Greenland. What if he doesn't?"

"Then that's up to the Denmark government."

"No I mean, what do we do?"

"Wait until the call."

"Huh really shelled us out for something so boring?" Soap popped up next to you.

"They need Willem caught, numbers on this path aren't an option. They needed to make sure that if he came this way it was someone that could deal with it."

"Why two weeks?"

"His mobility is slow. Careful but slow."

"You would think that they would work fast with the darkness and all that." Soap took his backpack off and played it on the table to unpack.

"Willem and his men aren't familiar with the land. It was a risk to flee here. We are here to make sure it doesn't pay off."

"Sure thing. Supply check?" Your eyes went past him to the cupboards in the kitchen.

"Inventory, count it." He nodded and you got to work.

In about half an hour the three of you grouped up again. With a list in one hand, you sat down on the couch and Soap joined you. Ghost eventually turned up with a stack of blankets in his hands.

"Ooo that's what I like to see." Your hand went to snatch the top one and you heard Soap laugh next to you under his breath. The room was cold, not as cold as it was outside but still really cold. With your jacket now off to dry, you would take anything you could get. This meant while you weren't in active danger, you were keeping that blanket like it was a lifeline.

"Report?" At Ghost's voice had you looked up at him and nodded.

"Not including our own supplies we brought, this place could realistically easily supply us for about a year in canned foods. Whoever normally looks after this place does it well. Water is something we will need to get ourselves but with the snow and ice outside I think we should be fine. There's a gas oven in the kitchen hooked up to some propane bottles under the cabinet. Counted four of them."

"Right. I counted our supplies. Among us, we have about 800 rounds, 12 'nades, 3 flashes and 6 smoke."

"Add another 40 rounds. There's an unmodified Marksman which was on the wall of the master. There are four bedrooms with outside windows. Jumping from them is not advisable. There is an attic with an escape hatch. Found out there's also another ladder under that rug over there which leads downward. It's a one-way trip. So only use it in the case of emergency. About our warmth situation, the fireplace is buggered. Couldn't use it if we wanted to."

"Any other type of heating aside from these?" You asked Ghost and he slightly shook his head.

"The building is well initialized, in the bedrooms I've reinforced the windows with blankets and tape. The longer we stay here the warmer it should get."

"Great." You mumbled and pulled the blanket closer around you. Perhaps they would warm up quickly, you certainly weren't.

"We got power here?"

"Negative on that Soap. This place seems to be designed for the summer. While it has the capability to get power from the solar panels we don't have the sun on our side. Everything's dead."

"Our batteries on all our equipment should easily last two weeks right?" You asked and Ghost gave you a single nod.

"Inventory done, now, after we eat we will be doing shifts. Four-hour blocks. Two sleep, one awake."

"I call the first shift." You said.

"Soap you take second, I'll take last."

"Rodger that. So." Soap turned to face you. "Whats allocated for tonight's dinner?"

You pushed off the couch and headed to the kitchen and pulled out some cans and placed them on the island. "Beef." You smiled at him and gestured to the next can. "Beans."

"Have we got seasoning here?" Soap gave you a slightly hopeful smile that was in vain. It was lucky the group of you had food at all and didn't have to rely on MRIs or the local fauna.

"No." You gave him your own bitter smile.

"Just like when it's Ghost's turn to cook then." John made sure to look directly at you and avoid Ghost whose head slowly turned to look at the man. A death glare in his eyes.

"Do you have a problem with my cooking Sergeant?"

"Maybe use a little bit of oregano in the future? Just a thought. Perhaps a bit of chives on spuds. Now that I think of it, maybe some paprika on the chicken. At least it's not dry." Soap kept his eyes on you and you couldn't help but chuckle slightly with your brows raised as he dug himself into a hole.

"I will take your advice into consideration." Ghost's shoulders dropped and he turned back to face you.

"Since Johnny has demonstrated his culinary expertise. He can cook for us today." Soap opened his mouth and shut it. You pushed the cans towards him and grabbed a couple more.

"Thanks Soap."

First shift wasn't easy. With the eternal darkness of the night, it made it impossible to know what time it was without looking at your watch. Ghost had instructed you that you didn't need to specifically look out a scope just keep an eye out for anything.

Which led to boredom.

It was three and a half hours in that you felt another presence. Your eyes flicked up from the game of solitaire that you had set out in front of you to see Ghost there. His eyes went to yours. Even though you could barely see him with the small lantern next to you, you were able to see that his greasepaint was removed from around his eyes and he was left just in his mask.

His eyes were on your hand that rest on the pistol next to you. "Can't sleep?" Your voice was soft slowly he came up to you.

"Checking on you."

"Me? Worried I'm going to murder you in your sleep or something?" You laughed and he sat down on the ground in front of you.

"No. If you were going to kill me it would have been back in Las Almas." Your laugh died down and your eyes fell a bit at his mention of the past.

"Well, I'm still kicking if that's what your wondering. A bit cold but I'll deal. You should go back to sleep. I have to wake Soap in a bit anyway. Unless you swapped shifts with him?"

"No." His eyes looked down at your game of cards which was set up.

"I keep losing, I suck at solitaire."

"Surprising, heard from Soap you would have fleeced him dry if you were playing with real money."

"Oh, I'm great at poker and other games you play with other people. Solo games, ugh." You looked down to see you had fucked it up and let out a huff. “Half of the game isn’t about the cards but the way you portray yourself.” You shuffled the cards and paused. “Want some water? Still have some melted from dinner.”

“I’m good.”

“Suit yourself, Lieutenant. Did you wish to play a game then? Since you don’t seem like your heading back to bed yet.”

“You play a lot of cards, why?”

“Something to pass the time.” You glanced down and swallowed. “I used to be really bad at it. When I joined NZSAS I became rather close with a Sergent. Hina was her name. I always ended up assigned under her even when she became a Lieutenant. She always used to stress the importance of staying sane in the military. Downtime was the big part. She always believed that we needed to keep our minds as clear as possible. Preventing paranoia was a big one. So she would always have a pack of cards on her.”

Ghost seemed content to listen so you started to start another game in front of you. “Of course, I was terrible so she made it her personal mission to coach me on the matter. Wasn’t the only thing she coached me on.”

“Hand-to-hand?”

“She taught me how to be a marksman. No, that came from our Captain. Captain Hommeys. Hommeys was an interesting woman, sort of a good cop bad cop thing with Hina. Our Captain was a scary ass woman. Far scarier than you.” You glanced up and gave him a wink. “Which could be a problem with recruits and rookies. People would be too afraid to bring up matters so, we would get people to go to Hina. They were a great team.”

“Were?”

“Hina died a few years back and Hommeys lost a leg. Still tough as nails.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

“Part of this life isn’t it? Makes every day that much more important ‘cause you never know when it's gonna be your last. One second’s all it takes. One day all you’re going to be left with are memories of your loved ones so it's best to make those memories good right?” You gave him a gentle smile. You looked down at the cards.” From what I heard Hommeys still works on base. Works as an adviser but I didn’t see her when I was there.” You paused when your watch let out a small beep.

“Mmm four hours already? I still feel so awake, maybe I should let John rest more.”

“No. It’s important you get rest.” Ghost narrowed his eyes at you and you put the cards back together.

“Should take your own advice. You need sleep too Ghost.”

“I will.” Ghost followed your lead when you got up and stretched. With Ghost behind you, you found your way to the master bedroom where John was fast asleep. He had stretched across the large bed. His hand lay on the missing area where Ghost had been. You wondered if they would still share a bed when others were around or if it was because it was only the three of you.

Gently you shook John's shoulder and he blinked his eyes open with a groan. “Disco? Mmm, swap time already?” You nodded at his question. “Fuck, your fingers are cold. Like ice.” He shivered away from you and started to get up. Your eyes fell on Ghost who seemed rather interested in what Soap had said.

“You're still cold.”

“It’s like -6, yeah I’m cold.” You smiled at him and started to walk away from the bed. When you passed Ghost he caught your wrist and you practically jumped at the action. His hand was warm, really warm. How he managed to stay this warm surprised you and subtly you leaned into his touch.

“Get in.”

“Pardon?” Your eyes went wide and darted from his to Johnnys.

“You need to stay warm. Our bed's still warm and you will heat up far faster with the pair of us here. Get in.” He explained and you could see John’s lips curl up and snicker. You passed John the lantern and cautiously got onto the bed.

“Have fun you two.” You could feel your cheeks heat up at John's comment. Ghost was right though, the spot was really warm from John. The light disappeared from view and the door clicked closed behind him. You pulled the blanket close and let out a breath. Then you felt him. Ghost move closer towards you and wrapped an arm around your midsection while his now face pressed against your neck. “Ohh.” You let out a sigh of relief and pressed back against him. “Your so warm.” You hummed.

“Should have said something.”

“I did say I was a little cold.” You muttered and he pulled you closer.

“This is not a little cold. This is concerningly cold. I’ll have to remember you downplay things. It's my job to look after you.”

“You sound like my old doctor.” You whined and he made a sound of disproval.

“Not something I want to hear Disco.”

“No scolding me right now Ghost. Not when I’m about to sleep.” Ghost made a sound against you, a sound that rumbled against his chest and through you. He didn't continue on the matter and soon you closed your eyes.

The sleep you got that night was probably one of the best sleeps you had in a very long time. When you awoke you weren’t surprised by the weight that pressed against you. What you were surprised by was who it was. John had swapped with Ghost during the night and now had an arm locked around you. You start to move a little only for his grip to tighten and pull you flush against him.

A firm ‘object’ pressed into your ass.

…

His cock. John's cock pressed firmly against your ass and he let out a little unintelligible mumble. You moved a little and he let out a deep hiss against your shoulder. “If you keep moving your only gonna make it harder.” He groaned- more like moaned- in your ear. “Unless that's what you want?” He practically purred.

“John- you're in a relationship. That was a one-time thing.” You swallowed and stayed perfectly still.

“You didn’t have fun?” He pushed his chest further against your back.

“I did, I just- there's a difference between a one-night stand and- ” You let out a sigh of frustration. “I’m not going to be the third wheel to your relationship, some toy.” Your voice went quiet at the end of your sentence. Almost impossible to hear. If he hadn’t been right next to you, there would have been a very high chance that he didn’t hear it all. A pregnant pause surrounded the pair of you for what seemed like a lifetime. In reality, it was maybe a minute or less.

“Then don’t be. You can make this whatever you want it to be.” You felt his thumb gently rub the front of your waist.

“What?”

“If you want us, you can have us. Anyway you want. Ghost and I talked about it last night. If you don’t want anything that's fine too. Won’t change anything professionally between the three of us. Can pretend it never happened if you want.” Soap breathed under your ear and you felt his nose brush against your neck. “Won’t lie though, I’d like it if you joined us. Ghost feels the same.”

“What, like a throuple?”

“That's what they call it eh? Despise that word, but yeah.”

“And your not just saying this because your dicks pressed into my ass?” You felt Soap laugh against you.

“Trust me if that was my motivation I’d go find Ghost like I do most mornings.” Soap let out a breath and continued. “If you want to think about it we can give you time or-”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“I’ll date you and Ghost.”

#ghost x reader x soap #soap x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley #johnny mctavish #cod x reader #mw2 x reader #modern warfare 2 #call of duty

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metalforhands · 2 months

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"Exile Paladin Danse, Steel Maverick" goes absolutely insane. The use of maverick too... love it! I don't play MTG, but I might just have to buy some of these!

RIGHHHTTT???? RIGHT?!

what a baller title. shout out to mtg for acknowledging danse's arc more than bethesda ever has (which like i get it. spoilers. but it's been nearly a decade now!!) this is literally all i have ever wanted ;_;

steel maverick is making me so emotional. sometimes you just need to stare at the definition of maverick, think of danse, and then feel some feelings.

ooooh yeah. aw yeah that's hitting somewhere deep down. you ever think about how danse made his whole personality the brotherhood since it was the only family he ever knew... but this sense of belonging was at the expense of his own individuality.

and following his exile it is only then that he's dubbed "steel maverick" because he's finally his own person who has the support of his friends and is learning to get a new lease on life with his own opinions and thoughts after having his previous reality utterly shattered and [the sniper positioned outside my house in the event i become unwell about danse again takes his shot and fucki

#fo4 #paladin danse #asks #anon #my brother in law is a HUGE magic fan which is how i found out abt these so fast #he also bought my sister and i some of our fav characters :')

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imeverywoman420 · 1 year

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oo i noticed something incels and normie men short circuit at (SMALL DICK JOKES DONT WORK. OK. UNLESS ITS WELL CRAFTED AND WELL TIMED AND HITS JUST RIGHHHTTT IT RICOCHETS OFF THEM) ok so lets say u see a meme featuring andrew tate. start talking like the dudes from deliverance. “I bet his man pussy is loose and SLOPPY. no tires left on the tread. I wanna bend him over and get all up in that and use them big ears like handlebars. Pull those panties to the side and tell him bite the pillow”

you can debate amongst yourselves if this is woke behavior. But it works. They “women ☕️“ incel edgelords instantly submit to you

YOU CANNOT JUST SAY PEG. YOU HAVE TO GET N A S T Y.

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sharky-the-idiot · 5 months

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Saw that and thought of Spaceboy!!!! Anyways original post righhhttt here!!

Hoping the link thingy works...

#help #i am slowly going insane #silly #im a dumbass #hmmmm #huh #lolol #omori #spaceboy omori #asexual hc go brrrrr

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ravioli-fries · 10 months

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so I scribbled this thing on my phone in like 10 minutes for this

I hc that rills pupils dilate A LOT when he cries (it's kinda cute though) (also sorry for how scribbly this is I just wanted to share rhe thing)

NO BECAUSE YOUREEEEE RIGHHHTTT YOURE RIGHT AND THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL DRAWING TO REPRESENT IT

If pupils were in my art style I would do this all the time

HES LIKE A LITTLE CAT HES SO CUTE

#black clover #rill boismortier

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v-anrouge · 26 days

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UR PFP IS A 5 STAR MEAL I WANNA EAT IT

RIGHHHTTT

#✎ ⇣‧₊˚ 【asks #ৎ୭ ⇣‧₊˚ 【stinks #♡ᭂ ⇣‧₊˚ 【 cheezy

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iheartnimbassacity · 5 months

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🦜 How do you feel about your trainer? Be honest.

Joans and Morgan

sheees nice... gives mee treats when i transform righhhttt!!!

She needs protection and help, and that's what I'm here for! It's more worry than anything else. ~Morgan

#pkmn irl #pkmn rp

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dragonfruitsoup · 1 year

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misc. remedial squad headcanons pt. 2

camie is a master at conning the boys into doing things for her. like putty in her hands.

this is never more evident than when they go to the carnival.

camie is 100% capable of winning her own prizes. she knows this. the boys know this. but they fold like a lawn chair when she asks them to get her that ugly elephant plushie.

katsuki absolutely puts his foot down and refuses. until she challenges him with a 'oooooh, you're righhhttt~ too hard for you. shoulda just asked my prince~' and turns to look for shoto. or, far more likely, just goes 'okay~' and shrugs and then proceeds to ask shoto at every. single. stall. does she want anything there? no. but it's the principle of the thing.

shoto, sweetheart that he is, is delighted to help camie win silly little prizes. he doesn't quite get why this is supposed to be challenging to a bunch of hero students, but he can knock down a few bottles in the name of friendship. he thinks ochako would like that little piggy plush anyway. or maybe the backdraft one for izuku?

katsuki just meets camie's faux-innocence with a scowl that screams 'you're an evil, conniving bitch and i hate you' before getting right to shoving shoto out of the way to pop more balloons or whatever the game of choice is.

inasa LOVES a friendly competitive game. he LIVES for that shit. where there is a self-imposed bakugo challenge, there is an inasa, ready to hype the fuck outta his friends and compete alongside them.

shoto is only aware half of the time that they're competing. (a decent amount of his interactions with katsuki sound like a competition. he's started tuning them out)

camie ends the night with a zillion prizes and doesn't have to carry a single one of them~

she pulls this all the time and the boys are aware, somewhere in their minds, what she's doing. that has not stopped them once. the competitive nature & friendly bonding causes a sort of tunnel vision. hero students are goal oriented, after all....at the end of the day, it's a good time for everyone and they dont mind. they will absolutely do it again in two weeks when they meet up again.

in return for not having to carry a damn thing all night, she buys them snacks and feeds them fried dough and takoyaki and corn dogs between grand battles

#fandom time #bnha #remedial squad #i live and die by remedial squad. get on my level.#my dr appt is running late so here we are!

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lovelydiamond-cake · 2 years

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These two are ❤️❤️

Love them❤️❤️

Tk scenario #1

Almond comes back late from another long day of work to see Roguefort actually in their home sitting down and watching Tv.

Almond plops down right next to them wondering why they aren't out in the city, becoming his new case in the morning.

Roguefort just sits there and smiles knowing Almond is extremely tired and can't do anything because they stole something earlier that morning that he doesn't know about.

Roguefort offers to give him a massage and Almond did not hesitate to comply.

The massage is going well; nice warm touches, gentle tendering and sweet nothings being whispered into Almond's ear was all the detective needed after a long busy day at work

But then Roguefort starts to get all teasy and starts gently kissing Almond's ear.

Almond tries his best to ignore the sensation, but he can't help but to let out small snickers or whimpers.

But Roguefort doesn't commet on it yet. After a lot of kisses, Almond's face is red as a tomato, his blush reaching towards his neck.

Roguefort jussstt wanted to make sure Almond knew

"Mmhh, Almond..~ you gotten so warm all of a sudden!"

" *Clears throat* Re-Really?"

"Mhm! It's almost as if I can..snug righhhttt in here"

They proceed to bury their face into Almond's neck causing the poor detective to burst out in a pile of giggles.

And to make matters worse, they don't only tease him, but tickled him some more, Along with a couple raspberries.

"Mhmhm~ you seem so jumpy Almond! What could ever cause you to be like this"

"Roguhohohoforohoho!! PLEhehease m-MY!! STomACH NOHohoHO! It's- It's sohOHohree!!"

"Oh my! Then I should massage there as well shouldn't I?"

"DOHONT YOU DARE!"

Yeahhhhh that went on for a while! (They woke up Walnut)

Roguefort eventually did give him a break and an actual massage to make up for it

Tk scenario #2

Almond had Roguefort tied (more like chained) and was interrogating Sir Phantom Bleu for the new high priced jewels that were, for some reason, pronounced missing right after they got home.

Almond knew this would've been a quick in and out of they answered at least 3 questions, but The Phantom Bleu was making it extremely difficult, teasing the detective right after each question with no shame.

No matter how many times Roguefort told them to cut it out.

Almond tried his best to show little to no reactions to their constant teases, but they were getting to him.

It was getting even harder to hide his blush.

"Detectiveee~! These chains are starting to hurt.. do you think you can be a dear and help me out?" They asked while shaking their hips towards Almond as if to seduce him into letting them free.

Almond simply looked down at their moving hips, back at the thief's face.

Sighed.

Took of his coat.

And walked towards them.

If they wanted go play like that, Then fine, He'll play.

"Ohohoh? Are you really helping me? Well that's rather nice of you"

Almond (did his best) ignored anything else that came out of the criminal's mouth and grabbed their waist and leaning in closer to their face.

It was now Roguefort's turn not to react to the Detective's actions.

"Oh my! I wouldn't expect the detective to give up and do as I please! Did I please you enough for you to let me go?"

Almond didn't answer, instead sitting on their lap and gently massaging their body.

"OH! you didn't even take me out to dinner! Is how you treat your suspects? I must say, I am flatTERED-"

Enough of their bull, and wanting to finally get this over with, he deals with this the best way he can.

Tickling them.

It's childish, he knows. But he also knows Roguefort admits a lot when being tickled in the right place.

And low and behold, he gets his answer.

The detective stops to right down something, getting off them in the process and giving Roguefort a chance to breathe.

As Roguefort was greedily gasping for air, they noticed Almond walking back towards them.

They would've assumed he was going to set them free, if it wasnt for Almond sitting back on their lap.

They slightly panicked.

"De- Almond. Wh-what are you doing??"

"Hm? Oh. A small punishment for making me wait so long to get an answer."

"W-wait-! Im soREHEHehe!!"

"Don't worry.. this will only take a few minutes."

It did not take a few minutes..

#cookie run #tickle #cr tickles #tickle thoughts #almond cookie #roguefort cookie #almond x roguefort

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nutrig · 1 year

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Boyfriend Dungeon

SunderxWielder

Mature.

bc there’s an Abhorrent Lack of BF Dungeon fan content.

Set 1 year after the game events. Game Spoilers.

It’s been a year since you last stepped your feet on the warm sand and felt the sun heat hover on your skin. Since you started at the dunj, you’d tackled your fears of change, intimacy and judgement. By the end of it, you might’ve dated the whole town. It was fun. Thrilling. And at times, terrifying.

And when you saw Sunder last, when you were still angry over it all, you said things that may have been true… but you still regretted saying them.

Now, here you are. Back at Verona Beach.

Jesse and Samantha are letting you sleep in their spare room. It’s no apartment like last year, but it was still comfortable. And walking distance to La Rosa.

“You’re still thinking about him?” Jesse asks you over morning coffee and eggs, after you asked him how the vampire was going. “Same old with him. You know he’ll never change.”

“I know,” you reply, a little more sadly than you intended to sound. “But it’s alright. I can handle myself.”

Jesse raises a brow at you, and then exchanges a glance with Samantha that you can’t quite pick.

“He didn’t try to contact you over the year, did he?” Jesse asks coolly as he spreads butter on toast, in an effort to sound casual.

You take the first piece of buttered toast, and pile eggs on top. “Once or twice. Asked how I was going. I told him well.”

“Righhhttt.”

“Oh, don’t give me that,” you sigh. “Trust me, I can handle Sunder.”

“Give them the benefit of the doubt, love. I’m sure they’ve got things handled,” Samatha says, smiling kindly at you. They exchange another look.

“Alright, alright,” Jesse says. “Whatever makes you happy, cuz.”

And with that debate settled, you get ready and head out.

You spend the day with Valeria and Leah, pouring over the mock-up designs for their new Roses of Venus sports fashion collaboration. They’d grown closer when you were gone. It felt a little bittersweet, but you expected they’d move on without you. You were only there for a summer.

Night comes, and you end up at the step in front of the club. Your legs took themselves there without telling your brain. It’ll be fine. You’ve been talking with him all year… on-and-off, anyway. You were past it. The… romantic side of things.

You walk to the familiar dance floor. The club hadn’t changed at all, as you expected. And when you spot Sunder dancing in the midst of the hustle and bustle, grinding on a woman dressed sluttier than even you, you can’t help crack a smile.

At least this was the same.

You wade through the crowd until you find yourself front-to-back with Sunder. You tap his shoulder, and he turns his head to your direction.

The grin he gives you sends a shot of electricity through your chest, and you can’t help mimic his expression. But words fail, and as you try to speak you notice not the bright reds and blues around you, nor the relaxed grinding of the party, but just him. Just the way his eyes gleam, and the poke of his fangs in his smile, and everything about him that caused you to fall in love in the first place.

And you don’t even care because Sunder is finally in front of you again, and that’s all that matters when you yank his head down and close the distance between you two.

His hands immediately wrap around your body as they had so many times last year. His hip grinds into yours and you laugh into his mouth.

He pulls away, just to speak. His arms are still around you, still terribly cool, but you could warm them. “You didn’t tell me you’d be back.”

“You didn’t ask,” you retort. “Besides, that smile made it worth not telling you.”

“Is that so?” He smirks.

You nod, and kiss him again. And again. And then he’s carrying you to a private room and you’re squeezing his hips between your legs and you can already feel him hard and pressing against your jeans.

“Feeling extra sharp today?” You tease, quoting him from all those months ago.

He manages a breathy laugh, and lays you on a couch. “How’d you know?”

Before you can reply, he’s shifted into his Talwar form, and torn apart your pants and underwear. You hadn’t brought a change of clothes, but fuck, you couldn’t care less. Not when he shifts again and lowers his face and starts doing that with his tongue. Not when you can’t help crumbling into a mess of moans and pants, already so excited. You had been for a while, and he can tell when you wrap your legs around him and use them to push him down. (It’s not like he needed to breathe, anyway.)

His tongue circles around you, his hands knowing all those sensitive parts. His nails dig into the inside of your thighs because they’re soft and you know how he likes that and you practically mewl when he does it. And soon enough, your legs are shaking and your toes are curling and you cry out that you’re so close. Which only eggs him on.

He lets you ride your climax out right there and then, his face still entangled with your crotch, licking at everything he could. His fangs grow then and there, when your body is trembling, and lifts from between your legs when you settle once more.

And that’s all the warning he gives you before he tears his own clothes off, and positions himself at your opening.

You watch his face contort in pleasure as he pushes in. his arms wrap around your back, and he pulls you upwards as he thrusts in and out. He still remembers what makes you tick. He still does a divine job. After all, one year is nothing to a long-lived vampire. He wouldn’t forget that easily.

His smell, his lips, his everything overwhelms your senses. And when his teeth dig into your shoulder, and he starts to drink… the pleasure and pain swell and merge and you fall over the edge again… as does Sunder.

Ten minutes after, when you’re kissing the length of his blade, and then his lips, he smiles lazily.

“I missed this,” he whispers. “You.”

You know you’ll never get what you want. He’ll never keep you as his own, never let you keep him as yours. But that, too, doesn’t matter. Not right now.

“Me too,” you manage. And then you fall asleep.

Authors note: Sunder can own me any day of the week fr

#boyfriend dungeon #boyfriend dungeon smut #sunder #boyfriend dungeon sunder #sunderxwielder #non gender specifc wielder #smut

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