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a-drabble-a-dray · 6 months

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Loop #3, part 3

Right. Claire nodded to herself. She could probably keep going.

Another look over the bloodstained room caught her attention. Where the other person had fallen, there seemed to be something left behind.

She rushed over, inspecting the stain. A sword sat there; a rapier with a nicked blade. Next to it, some kind of lantern, and a roll of paper, all surrounded by glass shards.

Claire’s eyes widened. The sword itself would probably be much safer to use than her dagger, simply by virtue of its longer blade. The lantern took her some fiddling, but a small mechanism near the bottom seemed designed to strike a spark with a flint, not unlike a lighter– She had an extra source of light as soon as she figured it out.

The paper– Papyrus? Parchment?– seemed more puzzling. It was bound like a rolled-up scroll by a small ribbon, bearing some form of writing she couldn’t recognize, and sealed with wax. Like a lightbulb blinking over her head, however, she remembered the actual light floating there. She pulled down its panel form, betting it could translate the text.

[OHWV X VHH WKH PDS]

She sighed. She could read the letters now, at least. With a shrug, Claire broke the seal, and unfurled the stained scroll.

The tan-beige parchment seemed to shift ever-so-slightly, stains fading from it, and its surface slowly became marked with diagrams, as if ink bled through. The black rectangles came first, then the thick lines connecting them. Claire squinted, trying to make sense of it, only to notice how the one near the bottom, as well as the line below it, were outlines instead of filled-in shapes.

The appearance of the small red dot, fading in and out in the empty square had her eyes widening.

She could recognize it at a glance, especially with how it sat just off the center. Just to be sure, however, she ran off to the opposite corner of the room.

The marker, likewise, was now at the corner. She had a map.

She couldn’t hide her grin, looking over the first clue she had of where to go. The next few rooms from where she was were set up in a line, but the large ring-shaped path three rooms ahead seemed to buck the trend.

“Right.” She steeled herself. The lantern had a hook at the top, which she could easily hang from her belt. The map didn’t seem to mind being folded up and shoved into her pocket. The rapier was a little heavy, and the hilt seemed a bit large for her hand, but she could manage it.

Her floating light, however, had other plans. It hovered down, starting to orbit her new sword.

“...Huh?” Claire blinked, seeing how the wisp followed her weapon as she moved it around. “What, do you… Want it?” She cocked her head, tapping the light with the side of the blade.

The floating light slowly sank into the blade, spreading through the weapon as it slowly broke the metal down into nothing. Claire reflexively let go of it, only for the whole of it to be absorbed, leaving nothing but the light.

“Hey, wait a second–” She narrowed her eyes, gripping the light, only for it to transform into the rapier on command. In fact, now it seemed to better fit her grip and the size of her hand.

“...Oh. Huh.” She nodded, tossing the weapon back out, and trying again. “...Can you still turn into the knife?” She wondered, only to get the sword once more, then again as she tried to grip it differently.

“...Right.” She nodded, trying not to stress about the details of any of the magic she was seeing with so little information to work with.

As she walked out through the still-unopened door ahead, she checked the map, if only to see the dark corridor stretching out ahead of her beginning to clear up as she explored it.

The path ahead was clear, especially now that she didn’t have to worry about light. She took off, finding a strange excitement taking her.

She stepped through the first corridor in a rush. The room ahead, however, was one she treated with earned caution. She double-checked to make sure she couldn’t hear anything before stepping inside.

Cracks and scratches lined the walls, along with bloodstains. She inspected the damage, before realizing the two from before had probably come from somewhere. They must have followed this path. Which means it must be clear.

She smiled, running ahead once more, pushing into the corridor. Two more rooms to go, and this was certainly the farthest she had come so far.

Her excitement lasted about halfway through the hallway, when the tile she stepped on slowly sank under her weight. The grinding stone, then, signaled something much worse than a simple loose brick.

She looked around, aware that something had been triggered. The walls looked normal enough, and she couldn’t see anything ahead. Just then, the thought of ducking hit her.

She leapt down, waiting for some kind of trap, head close enough to the floor to hear moving stone still.

The sting to her leg came sharp and shocking. As she turned around, she saw several other darts hitting the floor around the trap– From a launcher in the ceiling.

Right. She looked to her leg with a dry swallow. The glass-bodied dart was stuck near her ankle, but she did manage to pull it out. Unfortunately, she did notice the various unsuccessful shots nearby were considerably less empty.

“...Oh.” She bit her lip, starting to feel the tingling sensation spread up her leg. Unwilling to brave the rest of the trip while the poison took effect, she crawled over to the wall and sat down, pulling out her phone.

It had been quite a while since she woke up this time. Her hand went instinctively for the browser, about to look up the effects of poison before she remembered her predicament. She had no way to reach out from wherever she was.

She sighed, unable to tell if the shaking in her hands was from whatever toxin had entered her.

A piercing noise wrenched her out of her thoughts.

She rubbed her ears. It seemed almost ultrasonic, just too high-pitched to be heard properly. Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for the effects to be seen as well.

The cracks between the bricks began emitting a dull red glow, lighting up the corridor in a dim tone. Her head, against the wall as it was, began vibrating ever-so-slightly as she heard more shifting outside of the brickwork. This time, however, it was getting louder.

She forced herself to her feet. Her head didn’t quite like that, and neither did her stomach. Light-headedness and nausea, however, didn’t quite stop her from moving on, trying at least to get out of the corner she found herself in.

She began stumbling, and it had begun graduating to proper walking by the time she reached the next door. Entering the halfway point of her trip, the room seemed to be messy and deserted, but that made it safe.

Halfway through it, that began to change.

The light from the walls started to become brighter in spots, and she had the initiative to pick up the pace as their tone ramped up from “ominous” to “incandescent”.

Her hurry was rewarded, as the walls to her sides burst open as she neared the door. Lumbering, armored figures, much larger than what she had seen so far, stepped out into the room. She was close enough to break into a sprint, loath as her body was to comply, towards the exit.

She burst out into the corridor, looking back only to make sure the knights outside didn’t follow her, mainly due to being a third too tall and broad even for a doorway so clearly built for things bigger than Claire herself.

She slowed down enough to maintain her breath, feeling a headache coming on as she continued forward. Now acutely aware of traps, she was making sure nothing caught her by surprise this time.

She definitely had reason to rest, but the thought of the path forward also being blocked curbed the notion. She could stop when she was past the rooms she knew were risky.

She pushed her ear up against the door at the end of the corridor. The next room was completely silent, and that was enough motivation for her.

She burst through the door, only to be met by the eerily still sight of another armor waiting for her, standing like a statue in the middle of the room. True to her guess, it was dead silent, letting her notice how there was nothing to be seen behind the red metallic plates but hollow air.

Its stillness, however, would only last until it raised the oversized bow and arrow in its hands.

Claire’s stomach dropped, but the sight gave her some hope. It just meant she still had guts. She charged ahead. The creak of metal plates bending under extreme pressure was intimidating, but she grit her teeth and made it, barely, with a dive between the massive armor’s legs just as it loosed the arrow.

Claire felt the debris shower her as she struggled to her feet, while the massive archer turned in its same lumbering speed while reaching for another arrow.

Without looking back, she ran for the door. She kept running, and running, ignoring the hairs on the back of her neck raising, and the sound of bending steel as the bow was nocked, and kept running even after she entered the corridor.

The last corridor was short. She only stopped when she was near the opposite door already.

The second arrow landed barely a few feet from where she was. It went through the wall like tissue paper.

Claire wondered which of the many reasons had her in a cold sweat now.

Steeling her expectations, she pushed open the last door.

She was met with a gust of wind.

The fresh air put into stark relief just how stagnant everything before just was. In front of her, a gigantic well stretched out, a walkway around it making up the floor of the room. She ran up to it, protected by a railing. No light she had reached the other side of the round hole, never mind the bottom. The top of the well was similarly distant, driving the point that she was somewhere deep underground.

That is, except for the single speck of sunlight she could see from above.

Something less logical and more innate told her it had to be the sun. Even in this massive dark maze, the truth seemed somehow obvious.

She sank to the floor, all the exhaustion hitting her at once. It was all she could do to stop herself from puking over the edge of the well.

Her whole body ached, she felt both nauseous and famished, and, though her ribs and leg didn’t hurt as much as she was sure they should, she could definitely still feel it.

She looked up at the light floating above her, a smile creeping onto her face as she stifled a cough, providing the only commentary she could.

“This sucks!”

She chuckled a little to herself, borderline frustrated with her inexplicable good mood.

The approaching footsteps she began hearing, however, quickly put her back on high alert.

A nearby door opened. A trio of large humanoids not unlike the one she fought stepped out into the well’s walkway. The one in front, sheathing a sword that seemed too large to be practical, seemed to wordlessly lead the group, only stopping when they finally noticed her.

She tried to stand up, but it seemed like her adrenaline had finally run out. Barely able to raise her hand, Claire managed to pull up her translator, calling out to the group. “H-Hey! You guys, uh, seem reasonable. Can we, uh… Talk?”

The leader stared at her, stone-faced. The one to the left had their face hidden behind a helm. The one on the right seemed to actually want to talk, but a step forward from them was halted by a motion from the leader.

“...H-Hello?” She called out again, trying to stand, only to fall back down.

The leader finally opened their mouth. “Pitiful.”

With a snap of their fingers, a motion and a flash of light drew her attention to the staff the humanoid on the right was carrying.

The next thing she saw was the flame that came out from it.

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Cause of death: Immolation.

#writing #uhah

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shittyjanedailyy · 2 years

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Happy Pride!!

#i actually like the omnisexual hc a lot thanks Tobee #mod cyan #jane crocker #homestuck #i don't know what else to tag arg uhah

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mongolitofragola · 8 months

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#american way of life we did it uhah

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hazelfoureyes · 6 days

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Ho, ho, ho~! I hope your vibrators are fully charged, cause this one's gonna have yall going full ahegao~! If not, then you'd best get those babies plugged in before continuing. Consider this your only warning... ;D

"Oh? Have I managed to shut up the big, scary Radio Demon?" You asked, the reaction your movements pulled from Alastor going straight to your head and to your core. A smirk danced across your face as you traced the tips of your fingers from the crevice between his clavicles down his sternum to the indentation of his navel and even further south, following the tufts of hair that was the beginning of his happy trail*.

Eyes shooting open at your little taunt, Alastor raised his head to look at you sitting pretty on his cock, shadows swirling around you and the sclera of his eyes flashing black for just a moment. "Hah! Only in your dreams, my sweet..." he breathed out just before you raised your hips and slammed them back down in the next moment, voice thick with that staticky radio filter that made him stand out from the rest (among other things). He clenched his jaw, teeth grinding in the same manner as your hips on his pelvis. Closing his eyes, he took a moment to compose himself before opening them once more, his sclera having shifted back to their usual red.

"Besides, my voice is one of the things you love best about me. You would- nnghh fuck! ... You would HATE-" Alastor started, feeling a little mischievous as he planted his hooves (feet?) into the bed and delivered a solitary, brutal thrust - one hard enough to knock you forward and force your hands to either side of his head. "-If I stopped talking," he called your bluff, a soft chuckle reverberating through his chest as his other hand found your hip.

"God damn you..." you mumbled, fighting back a smile as you stared down at him. He was right. It was just one thing on a very long list, but his voice was one of your favorite things about him. Even better was the unexpected shock you received whenever he would suddenly drop the radio filter and all you heard was pure, unadulterated Alastor. As if he had been reading your mind, the deer demon pulled you from your thoughts with another thrust and a few words without his famous filter. "God has no place here. You know that," Alastor groaned as you raised your hips, deciding to give him a small taste of his own medicine. Slamming your hips down again, you smirked once more as he released a sharp gasp followed by a drawn out moan as you started to build a pace. "Oh fuuuck meee... D-darling...- nghhhaha...- please-" he moaned out as the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room once more.

Alastor raised one of his hands to rest on the back of your head, digits threading themselves through your tangled strands as he began to buck up into you - heavy balls slapping against the fat of your ass with a 'pap! pap! pap!' sound. He drew your face closer to his, pressing your foreheads together while he used you as a cocksleeve, the remnants of your previous releases creating strings connecting his thighs to your ass. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Hoh-ooohh shiiiittt!" He moaned out in time with each thrust, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he started to lose himself once more in the way your sweet pussy clenched and pulsated around his throbbing dick.

"Hah! Hah! Fuh-... uhah!! Ala-... Al-... Hah! Ah!" You cried, nails digging into the sheets beneath his head, losing what little control you had before he started this bruising pace. "Oh fuck, ohhh fuuuckkk..." Alastor breathed out, that familiar knot in the pits of his belly tightening more and more with every slam, every thrust to your soaking cunt. "You're gonna make me-... mmpphhhoh shit! Make me cum!"

* he SO has a happy trail~ I just can't decide if it's red or black. But I KNOW he puts conditioner on it, so it's not all wiry and scratchy when you go down oh him ahaaa~ 🥴

MINK, GURL YOUR MERCY COMMENT WAS ONE OF MY BIGGEST REASONS FOR THINKING UP MORE ADDITIONS OF COURSE YOU'RE IN THE LOOP! You'll never not be in the loop my love, your reactions are pure gold and give me life~! Besides I gotta give something back, make yall feel the same way I do when I read anything you post! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

btw it's literally killing me rn that I can't interact publicly with any of yall's stuff. I wanted to wait until I was in the final stages of writing the planned fics I have for each of you, but I don't think I can hold on to my anonymity much longer! YOUR MINDS ARE JUST SO BEAUTIFUL JFC HOW DID I FIND NOT ONE BUT THREE?! AND IN THE SAME FANDOM?!?! LIKE HOW?!?!?!?!?!

Danny baby your puns have me rolling omfg 🤣 I swear I'mma think of one or bring in some outside help (dad jokes ftw!) that's gonna knock you dead holy shit- BRING IT ON HUNNY PUN. LET'S DO THIS 💖💥 ... I'll see myself out 🤣

- ☄️❤️ Smut Santa

「He drew your face closer to his, pressing your foreheads together while he used you as a cocksleeve」

あああああ

I LOVE BEING USED AS A COCKSLEEVE HOW DID YOU KNOW SMUT SANTA— SMUNTA? SMANTA. SMUT CLAUS

SAINT DICKOLAUS

Summoning @minkdelovely @sugoi-writes

Also a doe in fall part 6 also has reader riding, heavy balls, and forehead touches??? Get outta my fucking head???

(Smut Santa: @synamartia)

#hazbin hotel smut #alastor x reader #alastor smut #alastor x reader smut #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #alastor #fanfiction #smutbox #smut santa #☄️❤️

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stimpry · 9 months

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uhah ghwuuhgh wuuuh

#tf2 #tf2 scout #scout tf2 #sniperscout #scout x sniper #tf2 sniper #sniper tf2 #speeding bullet #tf2 sniperscout #tf2 speeding bullet #art posting #gay people kissing

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abukbebmizu · 7 months

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UHH UMM UH UHAH OH UMMMM ....

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vixlenxe · 5 months

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I'm a bird.

UHAH UHAH.

#(are you really one of my muses if I'm not memeing you the first day I get you? XD)#erodosa; ic [battle angel]#crack!do you want some fckin’ cocaaaaaaaine??

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twilightarcade · 17 days

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some unwritten rules (for myself) (completely irrelevant to you and everyone ever) (4 thoze bunny dudes) that r getting written

when referring to them, they're referred to as if they were one entity.

This sounds cool but makes it hard to talk about them. The pink one is "the pink one" and the purple one is "the purple one"

When referring to them like that, you have to defer to a name only basis. No pronouns.

This rule IS broken for accessibility purposes (image descriptions n such)

They're happy. Draw them happy.

Their "ears" uh. Uhm. Uhah. Next question

They aren't bunnies for any particular reason. Cod knows what the reasoning behind any of that shit is

I think they exist alone in their world. If any other character is referenced or spoken to, they're left anonymous.

They're like ! Highschoolers or smthn. What are kids up to these days ?

Solely because that outfit coordination wasn't just a them being freaks thing it was a "everyone wears this outfit" sorta deal. Hell maybe they're from rival schools.

All those particulars don't matter much though.

composition wise, the purple one ypically covers the pink one. This has held true thusfar but whoooooknows.....

the pink one is on the right . I guess. Why? Well I don't know. Common theme over here for whatever reason. [<- future neptune here that's actually a lie. Why Would He Say that ?]

purple guys hairstyle May change between now and then

they're probably childhood friends! I didn't ask them though so idk

I don't know how they would talk yet. Don't ask me.

They don't refer to each other by name. They just Know.

#wordstag #neptune wgen it's being normal about that eclipse thing #ok needed 2 🦌 jot that down. Anyway im sleeping.

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gtaradi · 2 months

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#aforizmi #almanah #Bitćufaca–bitćuhumo’rista’!#humor #karikature #satira #UHAH #zbornik

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a-drabble-a-dray · 6 months

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Loop #3, part 2.

Claire took a step back instinctively, and he lunged forward in tandem. The glimpse of the hungry, lightless stare in his eyes felt like it locked her in place, only for her to look down and see her knife, already wielded in a white-knuckled grip.

She saw the approaching warrior, and then the axe in the door to her right. Biting her lip, she ran ahead and across him, taking the split second as he wound up for a punch to sprint to the left and lure him away from the weapon.

She moved as fast as she could, but a grunt was all the warning she had to duck. She felt the fist brush past the back of her head. Though she didn’t look, she could hear the brickwork in the wall cracking from the impact.

“Oh.” She exhaled. Even as the scale of her opponent finally set in, she couldn’t help but feel something else. A numb clarity, warm and familiar.

She twisted around, eyeing the warrior’s outstretched arm with a strange certainty. She inspected the broken plate and twitching muscle, and by the time she found a spot she had already leapt ahead.

Time seemed to resume as she drove her dagger into his arm.

She looked at him, wide-eyed as if even less aware of what happened than he was.

He responded by shoving her to the ground as she clung to his arm.

She fell with a roll, climbing up to all fours as she got her bearings.

Her vision blurred intermittently. Then, it flickered to black as he drove his plated boot into her side.

She rolled over, screaming soundlessly into a sharp wheeze.

Claire struggled to sit up, seeing the pouring blood from the stab wound as he loomed over her, reaching down with his good arm.

She could feel the shock giving way to pain already. The light in her peripheral vision, however, spurred her to action.

She reached out to the wisp, and as soon as she was armed once more she pushed herself up with all her strength, and drove the knife through his palm.

He kept pushing. His expression barely even changed.

She tried to twist the knife. His flesh felt like wood, dry and hard.

She looked at his face.

He was just like her. He just killed someone else.

He wouldn’t stop. He probably doesn’t feel anything.

There wouldn’t be a body afterwards.

She could feel the muscles, from her fingers to her forearm, painfully tensing as she gripped the dagger as hard as she could.

She grit her teeth, forcing herself to find footing, only to rise in a singular motion.

Using all her strength, from legs to wrist, let her slice clean through his hand. Her knife slid up his arm, blade scraping against armor, tracing a rough path to his throat.

It cut open sickeningly easily.

He fell stiffly, still tense and lumbering.

The dagger slipped through her fingers.

Claire couldn’t look down at his body. She simply stared up at his light. “I’m sorry.” She muttered. “Please come back like I do.”

It unceremoniously flickered out into nothingness.

She sighed, feeling like she hadn’t taken a breath in the past few minutes.

She could see the light trailing up to her. The formation of a pair of specks of light– sparks– in front of her.

She let them clatter down onto a pool of blood, unoccupied but warm.

A minute later, she herself crumpled to her knees.

She sat there for a minute, eyes downcast, staring at the puddle of blood and the flickering light of the two sparks sitting in its middle. …Gone. Just like that. She sighed. Her own breathing, still ragged, was the only thing she could hear now.

She reached out to the baubles in front of her. The sharp pain in her ribs snapped her back to reality. Oh god, something broke.

She winced in pain as she touched her right side. She then had to stop herself from digging her nails into her skin in reaction to the pain.

“...It’ll heal.” Claire mumbled. “Or it won’t.” She noted with a strained smile, assuring herself with the fact that dying might not quite kill her. Probably.

She reached out for the sparks once more, picking one up. Nestling it in the palm of her hand, she set to trying to squeeze it as hard as she could. These break, don’t they?

Her curiosity paid off when the bauble’s surface gave way, causing the light inside to break apart into tiny specks. They flew past her fingers, forming a small glittering cloud, which then slowly adopted an orange-red tint before coalescing onto her skin and seemingly being absorbed.

Claire felt absolutely identical.

She picked the other spark up. “What just happened?” She asked, receiving a red flicker in response.

Sighing, she pushed herself to her feet, only to realize she was doing so with much more ease. The pain was by no means gone, but she could feel her clothes seemed lighter somehow. Hobbling over to the door she came through, she noted its heavy wood and rough hinges weren’t nearly as bad anymore.

She then noticed the axe was gone.

She blinked. Nobody could’ve taken it. There was no other way in. But his armor also disappeared. She paused, carefully looking at the dent the weapon left in the wood. Though she was by no means an expert, there, probably, would be more splintering if it was pulled out. So they just get to keep their stuff when they-

She shook off the noise, looking at her hands.

#writing #uhah

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