#bap through the pain

[skyward-floored]

The cat’s out of the bag - Chapter 2

Here’s chapter two! More adventures of Wind stuck as a cat.

Now with an ao3 link!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52017334/chapters/132551434#main

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Wind and Twilight traveled through the woods for a while, Wind hanging on to Twilight’s pelt the entire time.

As he walked, Twilight told Wind a little about when he’d first been transformed into a wolf, explaining the trouble he’d had adjusting to his body, and how once he’d figured it out, it wasn’t too hard. Wind listened in interest, and made a few mental notes of things to try once Twilight set him down.

But eventually Twilight stopped talking as he looked more intently for signs of the others, and Wind found his mind wandering in the quiet of the woods.

He still couldn’t believe Twilight was Wolfie. No wonder he was so touchy about being petted, and seemed so intelligent, like he could really understand it when they talked to him.

It would also explain why Wild was so close with the wolf... did that mean Wild knew Twilight was Wolfie?

Did anyone else know?

Wind let out a thoughtful little squeaky noise, resting his head on his paws.

Time probably did. It seemed like he knew everything sometimes, but aside from him... well, Legend would have to know if he’d been turned into an animal too, but that must be it. That meant three whole people had known Wolfie wasn’t just a wolf... Wind wasn’t sure quite how he felt about that.

Of course, he had some other things on his mind at the moment.

He breathed out a sigh, adjusting his grip on Twilight’s shoulder. He still felt weird, a little nauseous and achy from his transformation. He also kept forgetting he didn’t have hands, and when he went to do things like scratch his nose, he ended up hitting himself in the face with his cumbersome paws.

How was he supposed to do anything like this? Even walking was too hard at the moment, and Wind felt his tail lash as he thought of how useless he currently was.

Hopefully they would find Sky and the others and fix this before it became an even bigger problem.

The afternoon dragged on, Twilight’s steps lagging a little the longer they went. The smell of blood was still sharp in Wind’s nose (which he was discovering was way better at smelling then his regular one), and he spared a wistful thought towards the red potion he knew was sitting in his bag. All his stuff had disappeared when he’d been transformed, so there was no way to get it right now... as far as he knew.

Just one more thing to ask about when I get my voice back, he thought with a sigh. I wonder where it all went anyway? Aryll’ll be so upset if her telescope is gone...

Twilight made a small noise of pain as he brushed past a branch, and Wind went back to watching him, feeling more and more worried the longer they went. The rancher kept wincing, and Wind finally bapped his ear to get his attention.

“Hm?” Twilight said, blinking as he looked at Wind.

“Your arm is still bleeding,” Wind meowed, and when Twilight gave him a confused look, huffed in annoyance. Right. No talking. Argh.

Twilight had wrapped a few bandages around his arm, but they’d begun to stain, red seeping through. Wind wasn’t sure how bad the injury was, but he wasn’t keen on having Twilight collapse from blood loss or anything.

I won’t be able to help him at all if he does.

Wind quickly chased away that thought, and instead of trying to communicate through further meows, got to his feet and moved around Twilight’s shoulder, gesturing clumsily with a paw at the blood on the rancher’s arm.

“It’s fine Wind, it looks worse then it is,” Twilight assured when he figured out what he was doing.

Wind twitched his tail. I don’t believe that for a second.

To prove his point, he abruptly jabbed at Twilight’s hurt arm, and the rancher yelped, jerking his arm so hard Wind was nearly flung off. He only managed to hang on by extending his claws and clinging to Twilight’s pelt, and gave him a flat look as Twilight tried to smooth his expression of pain.

“Okay okay, so it’s not just a little scrape. It still isn’t that bad,” Twilight grumbled, helping Wind settle back onto his unhurt shoulder. “But I can’t do anything more about it, Sailor. We’re just going to have to wait until we’re with the others again.”

Wind let out a little grumbly growl, but he knew Twilight was right.

That didn’t mean he liked it, though.

They continued through the woods in silence, Twilight only speaking up on occasion. They both perked up when he found what looked like boot prints, hopefully a sign of the others, and Wind paid more attention to his surroundings after that.

His senses were sharper then normal, which had been totally overwhelming at first, but he was starting to get used to the sounds and scents of the forest. Wind could hear birds flying overhead from much further away then normal, and smell all kinds of things.

Along with the blood and wolf smell on Twilight, Wind could sniff out the sap from the pine trees they walked by, and various animals that had passed by the trail they were following, along with a faint whiff of the sea all at the same time.

It was pretty weird.

Wind kept himself amused by trying to figure out what all the different smells were, his nose stuck in the air. He als tried to make out some of the more unusual noises he heard, and Twilight looked at him more then once with a smile on his face, like he knew what he was doing.

Wind just wished he could ask him for advice.

It wasn’t until the sun was nearly set when a new noise filtered through the trees, and Wind sat up, swiveling his ears around as he listened. It hadn’t been the same birdcalls he’d been hearing as they walked, or the rustling of leaves in the wind...

He strained his ears a little more, and perked up as he finally recognized it.

That had sounded like talking!

Twilight heard it only a moment later, and he smiled over at Wind, speeding his steps towards the noises. They grew louder and louder, and as Twilight pushed through the bushes, the other Links came into view, talking around a half-set up campsite.

Wind ducked down a little on Twilight’s shoulder (in respect for him wanting to keep Wolfie a secret), and began looking around for Sky.

“Rancher!” Wild called out when he noticed him, and the other heroes paused in their discussion to give him relieved looks, several eyes drawn to his bloodied arm. Warriors stepped over when he saw it, and immediately began fishing in his bag, relief and worry equal on his face.

“Glad to see you’re alright Rancher, we were worried,” Four said as he set down some firewood, and Wind ducked even lower as he walked by. Where was Sky?

“What’s going on?” Twilight asked as he stepped closer to Warriors, and Wind looked around at the heroes as some of them resumed their discussion, their loud talking sounding more like an argument to him. It was mostly making his ears hurt.

“We can’t find Sky or Wind,” Warriors replied as he continued to dig in his bag. His voice was grim, and Wind thought he looked a little frazzled. “They must have been separated from us somehow, I don’t know where they are. But what worries me most is that they’re the only ones we haven’t found. Apart from you Rancher, we all came out in the same area.”

“That’s strange,” Twilight replied, his brow creasing. “Sky isn’t with you all?”

A wave of dread swamped over Wind. Oh no.

“Nope. Haven’t seen him since we came through the portal. He probably fell asleep somewhere,” Legend drawled, but his voice held a fair amount of concern in it.

“Have you seen Wind?” Four asked Twilight, and then his gaze caught on the cat sitting on his shoulder.

His eyes went wide, color shimmering off of them, and Wild seemed to notice the cat at the same moment the smithy did, his eyebrows shooting up.

“Twilight is that a cat?” the champion asked loudly, and Twilight cringed as the argument stopped, everyone staring over at where Wind was sitting primly on his unhurt shoulder.

Four and Time exchanged looks, Time’s eye narrowing in a calculating way, and Wind heard Twilight swallow.

“I...”

He trailed off, and Wind moved closer to his head, giving him a gentle nudge. It’s okay Twi.

Twilight let out a sigh, his face turning to one of resignation.

“...Yeah, it is. I... guess the cat’s out of the bag,” he mumbled, and Wind twitched his whiskers at the phrase. Seriously Twilight? “This... is our sailor.”

The clearing was suddenly very quiet.

“...You’re kidding,” Legend groaned after a solid minute of silence, putting his head in his hands. “Rancher you’ve got to be more careful with that stupid necklace.”

“It wasn’t my fault!” Twilight said indignantly, and the clearing broke into confused questions while Wind gave Legend a look, sticking his tongue out. That’s right it wasn’t! Well... not really. “It was an accident, veteran.”

“But... how?” Warriors asked, looking between Wind and Twilight with an expression of alarm. He’d found a potion bottle, but seemed to have forgotten about it as he stared between them. “He can’t have— really? Is this a joke?”

“Oh it’s no joke,” Four said with a quirked eyebrow.

Wind eyed the smithy curiously. Maybe Wild, Time, and Legend aren’t the only ones who knew about Wolfie after all.

Twilight sighed. “Captain, it’s complicated, and I promise I’ll explain, but long story short... we need the Master Sword to fix him.”

Warriors looked even more alarmed. “What? Why do you need the Master Sword? Is he cursed?”

“...Sort of?”

“Sort of?!”

“Okay, yes, it’s sort of a curse, but it’s easily fixed,” Twilight reassured.

“He’s right. Relax Captain, we just need the sword and he’ll be good to go,” Legend spoke up again, and though Warriors still looked worried, he calmed down somewhat.

“Erm, one problem with that... Sky has the Master Sword with him,” Hyrule piped up, and the confused questions and chatter died down a bit.

“Oh. Well that does put a wrench in things,” Wild said.

Wind meowed quietly in agreement.

All of them turned to stare at Wind at the noise, and the sailor squirmed a little at the scrutiny. He could feel their eyes on him, looking at his fur and whiskers and everything, and he sank down a little in Twilight’s pelt.

“Sailor, are you okay?” Warriors asked as he stepped forward, studying Wind with a worried look.

Wind let out a meow in reply, and without really thinking, gave Warriors’ outstretched hand a lick. The captain blinked in surprise, and Wind had just enough time to wonder why exactly he’d done that, before Warriors smiled, giving Wind a small scratch behind the ears.

Ooh... that felt nice.

Wind leaned into the touch, a rumbly noise rising in his chest, then blinked, and shook himself as he realized what he was doing.

For Jabun’s sake, he wasn’t actually a cat!

“You’re really okay, kiddo?” Warriors asked seriously, and Wind nodded, still enjoying the feel of his fingers gently running over his fur. He was feeling better now that he was back with the others, even if he was embarrassed to be... well, a cat.

I was already the youngest, and now I’m the smallest too, Wind thought as Warriors removed his hand, feeling glum. Even a miniblin would give me trouble like this, no less something like a kargaroc. I’m toast if we go into battle...

“So a cat, huh... that’s interesting,” Four said thoughtfully.

“You’re awfully fluffy,” Hyrule said, peering at Wind.

“Wow, yeah,” Wild said, putting his face right up by Wind’s. Wind had the sudden urge to bat at the hair coming lose from his ponytail. “Are all cats this fluffy?”

“Yes Wild, they are,” Twilight said, his voice sounding a little strained, and Time came over and pushed him gently down to sit on a log.

“Alright, let’s slow down a bit. I believe a further explanation would be helpful, but Twilight’s arm could use a potion first.” Time took the bottle from Warriors and handed it to Twilight as he spoke. “Sailor, are you hurt at all?”

Wind let out a thoughtful little chirp, and looked back at himself. He was reminded again of the handful of cuts he’d gotten during the fight on the cliff as he looked at his fur, but there wasn’t anything serious. He mostly felt sore from being knocked through the portal, and then being forcibly turned into a cat.

He couldn’t easily communicate any of this though, and looked a bit helplessly at Twilight.

“I think he has a couple scrapes, but nothing bad,” Twilight answered for him, having done his own look-over. Then the rancher leaned closer to Time, continuing in a lower voice that Wind almost missed. “All that magic hit him hard though. He can’t have a potion in this form, but... getting something warm in his stomach would be good for him.”

Wind narrowed his eyes, but didn’t protest as Time looked him over, his eye studying the few cuts he had.

Sympathy shone on Time’s face as he looked at Wind’s changed form, and he ran a gentle finger over his head before drawing back and asking Wild if dinner was ready. Wild nodded, and while Twilight drank his potion, Time poured a bit of the soup Wild had been letting simmer into a dish, and set it down on Twilight’s lap.

“Let’s have dinner,” Time said, sitting down beside Twilight. “Finding Sky is our priority, but empty stomachs are a more immediate problem.”

Nobody had any objections to Time’s suggestion, and anyone standing sat down. Wind had a feeling they were having dinner mostly for his and Twilight’s sakes, but Twilight definitely needed a break based on how pale his face was, so he didn’t complain.

The tantalizing smell of soup wafted through the clearing, and Wind suddenly realized he was rather hungry. His stomach let out a quiet growl, and Wind carefully shimmied down Twilight’s arm, still really not used to dealing with his paws and tail. But he managed to land without incident, and settled onto his lap next to the dish Time had gotten for him.

It took him another several minutes to figure out how to lap up the soup with his tongue though, and even then he still got some on his face. Everyone’s eyes were on him as Wild began passing out soup, and Wind felt his face grow hot, even though he was sure cats couldn’t blush.

Did they have to stare?

He shot a withering look around camp, and everybody seemed to get the hint, looking at their own food instead of his.

Wind quickly lapped up the rest of the soup while nobody was watching, caring less about being messy and just wanting to finish. It didn’t take him long to empty the dish, and he leaned back, licking his chops.

The soup had left a warm feeling in his middle, and Wind felt a lot better now that he’d eaten. So what if he had trouble with getting his tongue to work the way it was supposed to, and had bits of soup on his whiskers? It had been delicious.

Wind let out a breathy little sigh. Now if only I wasn’t still a cat...

“So Twilight, what exactly happened to you and Wind?” Warriors asked as they all ate, tone light, but still a bit suspicious.

“I don’t know all of what happened to Wind, but I can tell you what happened after I fell through the portal,” Twilight said. There was a flicker of something uneasy on his face, but he quickly smoothed it over, and Wind blinked.

He’s still nervous about Wolfie I bet... Is he going to explain about that, or make something up? he wondered, watching Twilight set down his empty dish. I wouldn’t blame him if he did. But then again, if I’m right about Four, then Hyrule and Warriors are the only ones who don’t know he’s Wolfie. It would be weird not to explain...

Twilight began to speak about the battle, and Wind settled a bit more comfortably on his lap, unable to stop himself from yawning.

He’d been planning to try walking around some more, and practice getting his paws to work right, but he was full of soup, and warm, and feeling awfully tired again, and decided just sitting and listening wouldn’t be so bad.

Besides, Sky might show up any minute, and then I won’t need to practice.

Twilight’s soft voice made little vibrations go through Wind’s paws as he spoke, his voice rumbling a little in his chest. The sound was oddly soothing, and Wind felt his eyes start to droop.

He valiantly tried to stay awake, but the exhaustion and tiredness in his bones he’d been trying to ignore suddenly reminded him of their existence full-force. Another yawn escaped him, his teeth glinting as he stretched his jaws, and Wind tucked his paws under himself, nestling his tail around him.

Someone’s hand patted his fur, and Wind sighed, tucking his face under his tail.

They would figure this all out, he was sure. Sky would show up with the Master Sword, or they’d go find him, and Wind would be back to normal in no time at all.

...He hoped.

He really, really hoped.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu wind #lu twilight #lu chain #...minus sky #linked universe fanfic #kitty wind #linked universe wind #fic #writing from the floor #you can tell I was having fun writing Wind being cute #even if he’ll deny it until he’s blue in the face #also he’s literally that cat meme that’s the ‘full of soup’ one

[hermesserpent-stuff]

so! i have a fun little idea for stolen heir. @lirabuswavi

so dragons. they bite and claw people. and lick them if they like them

In my au dragons can leave messages behind through bites and claws. they have scent gland things in their mouths, faces and claws.

So when a dragon bites or claws something, they can leave a message to other dragons there. a warning or good news. Gobbers lost limbs are marked up with scents of "DANGER OMG DANGER NOOOO"

and claw marks on Viggo's neck smell of "pain, pain. avoid."

but there are other things to note other than warnings.

some dragons claw up stones to note where food is plentiful nearby or to let dragons know there is a friend.

Hiccup's leg bite actually smells like a friend marking. it makes dragons hesitate a bit if they get close enough to sniff.

Then hiccup meets toothless and gets soaked in licks and false bites and claw baps. he is soaked in the smell of friend but also in "mine. be nice."

#httyd au #httyd #hermes speaks #how to train your dragon #hiccup haddock #toothless #world building ideas #stolen heir au

[what-immortal-hand-or-eye]

If you're taking prompt requests; "quit it or I'll bite"

It was early, but not too early. The suns had both risen, their light through the patchwork curtains dappling the little room in rainbow. Vash didn't want to get up, didn't need to. He was experiencing the bliss of a low pain morning, thoughts syrup slow. The heavy quilt on the hotel bed had certainly helped, coupled with a mattress made of more than rusty springs. Not to mention the warm and sleepy Wolfwood curled up against his chest.

Vash pressed his nose to the crown of Wolfwood's head, breathing in. He started to rumble before he could stop himself, low and echoing in his chest, but Wolfwood only snuggled in closer. He was wrapped up in the quilt, only the top of his head visible.

Wolfwood had this little...cowlick? at the crown of his head. Sticky uppy bits of hair that wouldn't behave no matter how much Wolfwood tried to comb them down.

Vash reached around. Bap. Bap bap. He flicked at them, watching them spring back into place. Bap bap bap. God, Wolfwood had no business being this cute. His messy hair and his snaggle teeth and his perfect nose. Bap bap bap bap. The way he blushed so easily and often. Vash half regretted taking off his prosthetic before he went to bed, because he wanted to wrap Wolfwood in his arms and never let him go.

"Quit it or I'll bite," came the grumbly voice, muffled by the thick quilt.

Bap bap. "Oh noooo. So scaaary," Vash sing songed, continuing to play with his hair.

"'M serious, it tickles."

Vash felt his prey drive activate. He fought the urge to wiggle and nip at Wolfwood's ears. He wanted to see him blush, see his face scrunch up in that endearingly bashful way of his, hear him laugh until he couldn't breathe. He wanted to make his Wolfwood so happy.

Bapbapbapbapbapbapbapbapbapbapbapbapb-

"YEAUCH!" Sharp teeth chomped through his shirt and he jumped.

Wolfwood raised his head, scruffy and glaring. "Warned you."

"You bit me in the boob!" Betrayal! Treachery! A great unkindness from his Wolfwood! All bets were off and he went for his nose, his fangs gently but firmly holding him in place.

Wolfwood, a man with no sense of self preservation, started to kick at him, pulling back and headbutting him in the shoulder.

Vash rolled back, dragging Wolfwood on top of him and wrapping his long legs around him to hold him in place. Wolfwood threw his body weight over to the side, making them roll more. Vash felt the edge of the bed under his hip and threw out his arm to stop them.

Or, rather, he threw out his stump.

"Oh shIT!"

Without enough of a brace, they crashed to the floor in a tangle of limbs and blankets, stupid with laughter.

#ask game #answered #writing prompt #vashwood #trigun

[happyfoxx-art]

I do like how your Donnie/Leo conflict reminds me of starcrossrose’s Aftermath comic where there was a similar angst where Leo and Donnie came to emotional blows at one point in the story. From a fear of almost losing Leo and going through a painful recovery and trauma, etc. Neat stuff!

We're actually like, best friends bc of our Aftermaths haha~ She's the disaster to my twin, the Leo to my Donnie. so, if you see similarities its bc we're sitting here bapping each other with ideas xD

#ask box #aftermath ask

[froggibus]

Kiss It Better - Mercy, Kiriko, Lucio & Baptiste

Includes: Kiriko, Mercy, Lucio and Baptiste

Genre: NSFW

Summary: how your support S/O reacts to you getting nipple piercings + them kissing it better

CW: NSFW, nipple play, other suggestive actions, reader has (relatively fresh) nipple piercings

gee i wonder what this could possibly be inspired by lol. i tried to make this gn! reader but there's a chance some f! pronouns slipped in so that's my bad :( also this was originally gonna be ALL the supports and just basic hcs but i got carried away and wrote WAY too much...still tempted to do Zen, Brig, Moira and (especially) Ana tho...anyways enjoy <3

also!!! you shouldn't have anyone touch/lick your piercings for a while after you get them done but we're gonna pretend for the sake of this story <3 definitely not me projecting my frustration into fics

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Baptiste

It’s been a while since you’ve last seen your boyfriend, with his inability to stay in one place and all. Still, the last thing he expected when he entered your apartment was to see you, shirtless, with a hot compress on your chest. 

“Babe?” He drops his bag by the door and slams it behind him, hurrying to your side. “What happened? Are you hurt?”

You’re so excited by his presence that you completely forget about your piercings, leaping up from your spot on the couch to wrap your arms around him. You tug him close to your chest, wrinkling the Hawaiian print fabric of his shirt. 

He hugs you back, drawing you closer to his scent of cologne and pina coladas. You sigh—he must have been in the Caribbean recently. 

He squeezes you slightly, enjoying the feeling of you in the arms. His chest presses against your sensitive nipples, causing you to flinch back from him and clutch your chest. 

“Y/n? What’s wrong?”

You sit back on the couch, reaching for the hot compress. “I-I just got my nipples pierced and they’re a little sensitive.”

“You—what?” His eyes practically bug out of his head, and the Haitian medic immediately drops to his knees in front of you. He reaches for the hot pack, “let me see.”

You let him take it from you, slowly moving your arms to reveal your swollen nipples and the studded jewellery within them. You swear he’s going to faint for a second when he sees. 

“Is-is something wrong?” You ask. 

“Y/n, I’m a doctor—don’t ask me if something’s wrong with you sticking a metal bar through your nipples.”

You laugh at his words, “touché?”

“Still,” he mumbles, hovering his fingers over your left one. “They’re very pretty, baby.”

Butterflies erupt in your stomach at his words, and you try to control your breathing while he touches you gently. You bite your lip at his touch, looking into his eyes while he does it. 

“Is it sore?” 

“A little,” you admit, “it’s worse when there’s pressure.”

He cracks a smile, “want me to kiss it better?”

“Please?”

“It would be my pleasure.”

 He winks at you, moving so that his mouth is level with your right nipple. He blows cool air on it, laughing at the way your breath catches in your throat. 

He attaches his mouth to it gently, leaving wet kisses all over your breast. “How does that feel?”

“G-good,” you mumble. 

He moves to the left side now, planting a kiss over top of the piercing. You whimper and clench your thighs together, tangling your hands in Bap’s hair. 

He pulls back suddenly, moving his hands down to your hips. He presses a soft kiss to your lips. “Is it better now?”

“I guess so,” you tease. 

“Oh, so you want to play it like that? Cause I can make you feel much better.”

Kiriko

Kiriko squeezes your hand, practically kicking her feet in glee while the piercer dabs your nipples with rubbing alcohol. “They’re gonna look so good!”

“Y-yeah!” You say, trying not to pale when the piercer pulls out the needle. 

She tells you to take a deep breath in, and as you breathe out, there’s a sharp pain in your nipple. You squeeze your girlfriend’s hand and suck in a breath. 

“Done!” She announces, dabbing your nipple with a wet wipe to get the blood off. “Wanna go take a look?”

You step off of the table slowly, your knees still wobbling and your head spinning. You step in front of the mirror and almost squeal in joy. Your nipples are adorned with two cute bars, a jewel on each end matching Kiriko’s fox spirit.

“I love them,” you announce. 

Your girlfriend steps behind you, wrapping her hands around your waist and settling her chin on your shoulder. She grins, her sharp canines reflecting in the light. Her eyes practically light up when she sees the colour of the jewels. 

“Do you like them?”

She beams, her smile much more innocent than her thoughts, “I love them.” 

You put your top back on and go up to the front to pay for your piercing before following your girlfriend to her bike. You slide on behind her, wrapping your hands around your waist and being careful not to rub your new piercings against her back. 

She practically drags you back to the apartment and shoves you onto the couch. “Take it off,” she commands, tugging on the hem of your shirt. “I wanna look at them some more.”

You laugh at her antics but pull your t-shirt over your head nonetheless. She melts at the sight, sitting on her hands to retrain herself from touching them. 

“Satisfied?” You raise an eyebrow. 

“Does it still hurt? Or does it feel good?”

You shrug, “it’s throbbing but it’s not too bad.” 

“Aw babes, want me to kiss it better?”

Her words fluster you, forcing you to look away from her while you nod your head yes. She’s ecstatic that she even gets to touch them, licking her lips at the thought. 

She slowly moves in, being careful not to graze her teeth on your sore nipple while she plants a hot kiss to it. You moan at her touch, throwing your head back. She moves to the other side now, repeating her actions and laughing at the way you curl your toes and kick your feet. 

“Don’t worry baby,” she mumbles into your chest, “I'll make you all better.” 

Lucio

It’s been over a month since the last time you saw your boyfriend. He went on tour at the beginning of the fall, and you’ve only seen him occasionally since then. You weren’t really expecting him back for another month, so when he showed up at your door you were shocked to say the least. 

“Babe?” You ask. 

He doesn’t even greet you, instead holding up a news article on his holopad for you to read. Partner of infamous DJ Lucio seen with nipple piercings. 

You rub the back of your neck, your skin suddenly feeling hot. You honestly forgot that he didn’t know about your piercings, and that stupid headline followed by a picture of you in a tank top with your piercings poking through didn’t help. 

“I—yeah, I was waiting til you came to tell you,” you sigh and welcome him into your apartment. 

“Can I—can I see them?”

You laugh, “I mean, duh.”

You tug at the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head carefully to not catch on your piercings. Lucio’s jaw drops when he sees the silver bar adorned with green jewels going through your nipples. 

“So…do you like them?”

He reaches out and cups one of your boobs, hands cold on your sensitive skin. “They look really good,” he admits, “really, really good.”

“Well, I’m glad you think so,” you grin. “But tell me you didn’t fly all the way here because of piercings?”

“Hey, I thought you might need my help healing and all!”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him in for a kiss. “Yeah? And how do you suppose you can help with that?”

He kisses you again, “maybe I could kiss them better?”

The thought would be ridiculous if it wasn’t so hot. You know your boyfriend could probably heal you in a few seconds, but the thought of him putting his warm mouth over your aching nipples sent heat straight to your crotch. 

He kisses down to your jaw before working his way down your neck, sucking marks into the sensitive skin. You arch your back with every kiss, whimpering for your boyfriend. 

Finally, his mouth reaches the spot where you really want it, and the minute his tongue brushes against the throbbing piercing, you’re in heaven. You moan and tug at his hair, begging for more. He laughs, the vibrations rumbling through you. 

He moves his mouth to the other side, flicking his tongue across it as gently as he can before placing his mouth over it. “How does it feel, baby?”

“Good,” you whimper, “really good.”

“Are you healed now?” 

“I-I think you need to do it a few more times,” you joke. 

“Anything for you.”

Mercy

When you came home from your appointment and told your girlfriend about your new piercings, she was horrified to say the least. 

“You let someone stick a needle inside of you? There of all places?”

It wasn’t until you actually lifted up your shirt to show her the piercings going through your cute nipples, that she almost dies. You just look so cute. 

“How are they?” She asks, still in awe over the jewellery. 

You lean back on the cot in her office, propping yourself up on your hands. “They hurt a bit if I’m being honest.” 

Angela gives you a disapproving look, reaching a gloved hand out to brush over the top. “Does that hurt?”

Her fingers just barely brush the tip of your left nipple, but it’s enough to send shivers up your spine and slick to your panties. 

“N-no,” you whimper. 

“I can’t believe you’d let someone do this,” she shakes her head. 

“Is that bad, Angie?”

She sighs and moves her hand to brush over the right side, “any pain now?”

You moan when her dainty fingers dance across your chest and squeeze your eyes shut from the pleasure. 

“Does it feel good?” She asks lowly, rubbing her finger across it again. 

“Y-yes!”

She pulls her gloves off and starts to gently rub over your nipples. You throw your head back, squirming at the feeling of her soft skin on yours. 

She accidentally touches the bar, sending a sharp pain through your left nipple. You flinch, immediately moving your hand to cup your boob. 

“Oh, honey,” she coos, eyebrows knit together in concern, “did that hurt?”

You nod slowly, sucking in a breath through your teeth. “They're really sensitive right now.”

“My poor baby. Need me to kiss it better?”

You raise an eyebrow at the blonde. “What?”

“Want me to kiss it better?”

You consider the thought for a second—Angie’s warm mouth on your swollen nipple, warming up the cool metal bars. It sounds like heaven. 

You shake your head and move your hand away from your nipples, watching her carefully. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and leans in slowly, warm breath fanning across your chest. 

She presses a gentle, wet kiss to your sore nipple. Blue eyes meet yours as she moves to the other side, repeating the action. She smiles at you when you moan, kissing it again. 

She pulls back, cupping your cheek. “How are they now?”

“Much better.”

#overwatch 2 #overwatch #ow2 #overwatch x reader #overwatch x you #ow #overwatch fic #overwatch headcanons #kiriko x you #kiriko smut #kiriko x reader #Kiriko kamori #mercy overwatch #mercy x reader #mercy x you #baptiste x you #baptiste x reader #baptiste augustin #x reader #lucio x you #lucio x reader #lucio overwatch

[whumpasaurus101]

hii! oml i'm like in love with ur writing ajsksemnsns

i was wondering if i could request something? i really wanna see 2 yandere, sadistic, villain whumpers x a hero whumpee ?? maybe a scene where their trying to lure hero in "going home" with them? thank you !! ^^

OHMYGOSH YOU ARE LITERALY THE SWEETEST STOP TYSMMM WAAAA <<33

Okay ik i say this with every piece BUT IMMA BE HONEST i am not happy with this and i am SOOOO sorry if this is not what you were asking of. DONT BE SHY TO BAP ME AND TELL ME IF YOU WNTED SMTHN ELSE HDUIHD BUT HAVE SOME WORDS WOOO (i am also so sorry its so short, it just kinda stopped where it gave the vibes it stopped? YK? HUIDHKHDHH)

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“Leaving so soon?” Villain cooed, their eyes boring into Hero as they froze. 

“They…they won…SuperVillain won..” Hero mumbled, “I’m keeping my end of the deal, I’ll lay off your territory.” Their hand wrapped around their side as the familiar dull ache crawling along their ribs sent electric bolts sparking from pain, “Co-congrats.”

Hero was soon stopped as Villain 2 stepped right in front of them. They jumped, “Whe-when did you get here?”

Villain 2 smirked before cupping Hero’s cheek, brushing their thumb along Hero’s bruised cheekbone, “The least we could do is patch you up, hm?” Hero gulped, wincing slightly from the slight tingle of pain, “I…I just want to go home, I’m really tired,” Hero practically whimpered, jesus they were weak.

Villain 2 pouted, tilting their head gently. “Come home with us,” Villain smirked, “We’ll take care of you, baby-” Hero jumped but relaxed into Villain’s hand as it gently played with their hair, “-No one else will lay a hand on you” They whispered, a fire of jealousy roaring in their chest.

Villain 2 gently moved their thumb, feeling the soft, bloodied skin , “You’re such a pretty little thing…”

Hero’s brain was full of incoherent thoughts layered one on top of each other. They were so confused. Villains were bad, they were bad but… but after getting so hurt, all they wanted was comfort. Without these two Villain’s, they would be going back to their apartment, cook up some food and just go to bed. Alone. Nobody who could just… hold them

They gulped as a tear slowly made its way down their face, “I-I’m sorry-” Their throat felt tight from holding in all this feeling. “I’m sorry I’m so weak-” Villain quickly caught them as they fell, collapsing into sobs. Villain 2 clenched their jaw and glared up at Villain, “I’m going to fucking kill SuperVillain.”

Villain nodded, their fingers carding through Hero’s curls, “Absolutely. But we need to look after our priorities. Once they’re home with us and patched up, SuperVillain’s dead meat.”

They gently turned Hero so they lay on their back against Villain. They tucked a curl behind their ear and smiled, “Don't worry, doll, we’ll protect you. All you need is us. No one else.” Villain reached for their pocket and slid the gun across the ground, nodding at Villain 2 who took it and pocketed it before walking off.

Hero whimpered at the loss of a person but the gentle touch on their chest relaxed them, “Heyheyhey, it's alright, they’ve just gone to the shop quickly, need to get you all strengthened up, you're safe with me, I promise SuperVillain will never hurt you ever again.” They felt something tug at their chest. Hero needed them. The two villain’s are the one and only things Hero ever needed, “Never.”

#THANKIE SMM ANONNNN #AAAA I LOVE ASKSSSSS #hero whumpee #(i have not written that in ages LMFAO) #supervillain whumper #villain caretaker #multiple caretakers #whump aftermath #fluff #kinda? #I THINK I MADE THE VILLAINS TOO SOFT IM SORRY #AM MISSING MY GF AND AM IN UWU HOURS HUIDHDJ #yandere villain #yandere whump #whump #whump drabble #whumpee #whumper #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #lee wrote something :o #asks my beloved

[trashyswitch]

The Super Mario Bros Movie | Bloopers, Gag Reel

Despite the success of the Super Mario Bros Movie, one question remains: Are there any behind-the-scenes clips? If so, where are they?! As your writer, I am here to announce that there are no behind-the-scenes clips. However, I have received a collection of bloopers and gag reels from a third party. With this knowledge, I have written out the blooper scenes to the best of my ability. Here they are in their final form!

This fanfic was suggested by an anonymous user on Tumblr! This AMAZING idea is fully theirs, and they deserve all the credit. It was incredibly fun to write, and I hope you thoroughly enjoy!

“And ACTION!” 

The King penguin pointed to Bowser and the army. “ATTACK!” A little smirk filled his beak as the army of penguins charged at Bowser’s army. Each penguin made snowballs and threw them at Bowser, hoping to take him down. 

But the camera zoomed out, revealing Bowser’s size and the snowballs’ damage (or lack of) to the large turtle. 

Suddenly, someone from the background bursted out laughing! The penguins stopped their attack and turned to the camera, while Bowser looked to the camera and bursted out in bellow-y laughter. 

The king penguin’s serious acting broke into laughter of his own, as he rubbed his beak with his flipper. ���Lakitu!” The king penguin reacted, looking at the camera and chuckling. 

“Sorry!” Lakitu replied. “I couldn’t help it!” He admitted.  

“Let’s try again.” Someone else said. 

[NO SIGNAL BEEP] 

“Good luck running a business with this IDIOT-” Spike threw the napkin at Luigi. 

Mario reached his arm to catch it, but ended up missing it. The napkin bapped Luigi in the forehead, making Luigi freeze and widen his eyes in shock. 

“Dang it, I missed.” Mario said, laughing a bit. 

“Let’s go again.” 

[ATTEMPT 2] 

“Good luck running a business with this IDIOT-” Spike threw the napkin at Luigi. 

Mario reached his arm out to catch it, and ended up punching the napkin straight out of frame. 

Luigi doubled over and bursted out laughing. “KAY! OH!” Luigi shouted. 

Mario laughed a bit as well. “That’s one way to save you.” He reacted, gently punching his brother’s shoulder. 

“Let’s go one more time.” 

[ATTEMPT 3] 

“Good luck running a business with this IDIOT-” Spike threw the napkin at Luigi. 

Mario caught it this time, and squeezed it. “Say that again about my brother, and you’re gonna regret it.” He warned, throwing it back at Spike. 

Spike widened his eyes as the napkin hit him in the head, before looking at Mario. “Oh yeah?” He reacted, getting up from his chair, and revealing his massive height compared to Mario’s size. He tried to pick up Mario, but accidentally ripped the denim strap right off his overalls! 

“...Whoops!” Spike reacted, before awkwardly giving the strap back to Mario. 

Mario chuckled as he held up the ripped strap. “Can I get a wardrobe change, please?” He asked. 

“On it!” 

[NO SIGNAL BEEP] 

The camera was turned on early, to reveal the crew putting together the Mario family dining room set. 

Luigi looked like he was trying to prevent himself from drooling. “Come on, Lindsey. Just one piece?” Luigi asked, reaching for the bowl of garden salad. 

Lindsey slapped Luigi’s hand away. “Nope. No touching.” She replied as she placed the salad on the table. 

Luigi flapped his hand to take away the slight pain. “Ow…” He muttered. 

“You too, Mario.” Lindsey said while walking away. 

Luigi turned to look at Mario, and threw his head back with a wheeze. 

The camera zoomed in, to reveal Mario with his mouth full of mushrooms along with a shocked look on his face. “Whath?!” Mario asked through his mouthful of mushrooms, visibly confused. His attempt to speak would make a mushroom fall out of his mouth and onto the plate, making laughter erupt from the rest of the crew. 

Papa Mario is seen rolling his eyes with a chuckle. “I thought you weren’t supposed to like mushrooms?” He mentioned. 

Mario swallowed. “Can’t relate. Mushrooms are delicious.” He replied. 

[NO SIGNAL BEEP] 

Mario gazed at the huge mushrooms that filled the area. He looked down at one of the shorter mushrooms with innocent curiosity, before looking over at one of the blue mushrooms. He reached out to grab it. 

“OOGA BOOGA-” Kamek suddenly appeared from behind the mushroom. 

Mario let out an ungodly shriek and fell to the ground. “HOLY MAMA-” He reacted. 

Everyone else bursted out laughing, while Mario rubbed the back of his head and chuckled himself. 

[ATTEMPT 2] 

Mario gazed at the huge mushrooms that filled the area. He looked down at one of the shorter mushrooms with innocent curiosity, before looking over at one of the blue mushrooms. He reached out to grab it. 

“DO NOT TOUCH THAT MUSHROOM-” 

“aAAH!” Mario fumbled backwards…only for someone to grab his sides! 

“BOO!” That person shouted at him.

Mario shrieked and hugged himself. “LUIGI!” Mario shouted, before falling onto the ground nearby. 

Luigi snickered playfully. “We gotcha good!” He teased, before walking up to Toad. “High five!” Luigi raised his hand up to Toad.  

“High-five!” Toad declared, high-fiving him back. 

“Let’s focus please, boys. We’re almost done.” 

[NO SIGNAL BEEP]

Mario sprinted up to Peach, reaching his arm out. Peach reached out with her hand as well, providing her a potential chance to help the newcomer.

…Only for Peach to throw Mario over her head and onto the ground. 

Mario grunted in slight pain, before getting up and grabbing his hat. “Princess! I-” 

Mario yelped as he was tackled by a blue security guard toad, followed by a green security guard toad, and a yellow security guard toad. Mario was supposed to let out screams of pain…but the cast heard something completely different. 

“waHAIT! BAHAhaha! N-Noho fahahair! HAHAHA!” 

Peach’s face turned to shock, before trying not to laugh at the circumstance herself. “Wehell…that’s one way to take down an intruder…” She mentioned. 

A few of the other cast members could be heard laughing as they watched from behind the camera.

“CUT!” 

[NO SIGNAL BEEP]

“What is your name?” Bowser asked, spinning Luigi as he floated in Kamek’s power. 

“Uh…Luigi.” He replied nervously, trying to see Bowser as he spun. 

Bowser looked at him as Luigi’s spinning slowed to look at him. “Not sure if you know who I am, But I’m about to marry a princess and rule the world.” He said, before sheathing his claws. 

“Wow uh…” Luigi felt as his chin was lifted with Bowser’s claw. “Hehe…” He awkwardly chuckled. “Yaaay…” He said next. 

“But there’s one problem, Luigi.” Bowser dragged his finger up and off Luigi’s chin. 

Luigi yelped and threw his head to the side. “aAHa!” Luigi muttered. 

Bowser stopped acting and stared at him. “What?” He asked, confused. 

“Sssorry…” Luigi admitted. 

“What happened?” Peach could be heard behind the camera. 

“I don’t know. He just sorta…squeaked.” 

“Alright. Let’s go for take 2.” 

[TAKE 2] 

Bowser looked at him as Luigi’s spinning slowed to look at him. “Not sure if you know who I am, But I’m about to marry a princess and rule the world.” He said, before sheathing his claws. 

“Wow uh…” Luigi curled his neck in, snorting as he anticipated the chin touch. “Sohorry, this is really embarrassing.” He muttered. 

Bowser chuckled. “You’re sensitive too, huh?” He asked, lifting Luigi’s chin and scratching under it a slight bit more. 

Luigi squeaked and let out almost a girly giggle as he tried to hide his chin. “NoO!” He reacted. “Ohokay, maybe a little.” He admitted next. 

“Another take?” Bowser asked, looking behind the camera. 

“Let’s go again.” 

[TAKE 3] 

Bowser looked at him as Luigi’s spinning slowed to look at him. “Not sure if you know who I am, But I’m about to marry a princess and rule the world.” He said, before sheathing his claws. 

“Wow uh…” Luigi jumped as the claw touched down on his chin. “eeEEhe!” Luigi squeaked. 

Bowser paused for a moment, before attempting to continue. “But there’s one problem, Luigi.” Bowser dragged his finger up and off Luigi’s chin. 

Luigi snorted right away. “Ohmygod-This is so hard!” He reacted, visibly embarrassed. 

Bowser rolled his eyes and laughed a bit before looking off camera. “Is he always this sensitive?” Bowser asked. 

“His neck is his biggest weakness.” You could somewhat hear Mario say behind the camera. 

“But I’m not even touching his neck.” Bowser poked his chin again. “I’m up near his chin.” He explained.

Luigi kept squeaking and giggling. 

“Chin is included.” Mario said. 

Bowser sighed with a chuckle. “How about…Instead of dragging my finger up like this…” Bowser did exactly what he said, making giggles and a snort erupt from Luigi’s mouth. “I’ll just remove it from below.” He suggested. 

“Sohohounds goohood.” Luigi replied. 

“Okay. We have it figured out now?” 

“Yup, I think so.” Bowser replied. 

“Alright. Take 3.” 

[NO SIGNAL BEEP]

“We’re best friends.” The toad told Peach. 

“But are we?” Mario asked, lifting his hands up as he raised his shoulders. 

Toad lifted his finger up, quieting him. “Don’t worry.” He turned to look at Peach. “I…will…protect you.” He said in a lower voice than usual. 

Peach knelt down to his level. “A toad brave enough to join me.” She said with a proud smile. 

“I fear nothing.” He declared. 

“Pfff-Pfft-” 

Toad and Peach both turned their heads towards the tittering noise. Peach looked surprised, while Toad still had his brave facial expression on his face. 

It was Mario, who was out of the camera’s view. He had his fist on his mouth, slightly red in the face as he tried not to laugh. Mario took in a big breath and let it out. “Sorry, sorry. It’s just-” Mario giggled. 

Toad narrowed his beady eyes slightly and smirked. “I’m Batman.” He said before laughing. 

Mario bursted out laughing at that line. “Yeah, that! You sound like Batman!” Mario admitted. 

“I like the voice. If Mario can keep it together, we’ll use it.” 

Toad fistbumped the air, going back to his cute side. “Yay!” 

[NO SIGNAL BEEP]

Mario pulled up in his little kart at the starting line. Peach pulled up in her motorcycle right beside him, looking at Mario with a smirk. But then, a set of large wheels rolled up beside Mario, making Mario and Peach look up in shock. 

It was little old Toad, in a gigantic monster truck, and glasses to complete the look! 

Peach was the first one to break. “PFFTAAAHAHAHAHA-!” Peach slapped her motorcycle handle as she laughed rather loudly. 

Mario bursted out in laughter next. “Ihihi dihidn’t know he was gonna come out like that!” He admitted, leaning back with more laughter.

The rest of the crew both on, and off screen could be heard laughing as well. Peach was letting out fits of giggles by this point. “Meehee neither!” Peach admitted. 

“Ahalight. Do we have our giggles out now?” The director asked. 

Mario put his index finger up as he pulled himself together. “Yeah, I think.” He replied. “Another take, I assume?” 

“One more take, then we’ll compare shots.” 

[NO SIGNAL BEEP]

Peach and Mario were leading the Jungle kingdom members on the rainbow road. “Is there anything like this in your world?” Peach asked. 

“WHAT?!” Mario yelled back. 

Peach brought her motorcycle closer. “IS THERE ANYTHING LIKE THIS IN YOUR WORLD?!” Peach yelled, leaning her motorcycle closer to Mario so he could hear her words. 

Mario laughed. “No! We don’t drive on rainbows.” Mario admitted. 

“What are you gonna tell me next?! That the turtles aren’t evil?!” Peach asked next. 

“No, no! They’re usually pets!” Mario admitted. 

Peach was taken aback by this. “No WAY!” She reacted. 

“Yeah, come to Brooklyn! I’ll buy you a turtle!” Mario told her. 

Peach giggled. “Maybe I will~!” Peach said. 

Donkey Kong honked his horn and drove up beside Peach. “FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, JUST KISS!” Donkey Kong yelled. 

Mario widened his eyes and visibly blushed. 

Meanwhile, Peach just laughed. “That’s not your line!” She yelled at him. 

“It’s NOT?!” Donkey Kong asked. 

“NO! YOU SAY SOMETHING ABOUT FLIRTING!” Peach yelled to him. 

“OH YEAH! I FORGOT!” He admitted. “SORRY!” He yelled. “AGAIN?” 

“LET’S TRY AGAIN!” 

[NO SIGNAL BEEP]

Peach was driving upside down when 2 Koopa turtles came up to her from behind. Noticing the koopas, Peach frowned at the one on the right, before kicking that same Koopa turtle in the face. 

She drifted her motorcycle back and hit the left Koopa turtle straight off the track. The left Koopa’s kart rolled backwards, causing a missile to launch. 

Though the missile was supposed to pass right beside Peach, the missile ended up hitting Peach! “aAAAAH!” Peach shouted, as the missile dragged her off the rainbow track and into the dark abyss below! 

Mario turned his head towards the screaming princess from another track. “PRINCESS!” Mario shouted, reaching his arm out. He lowered his arm and looked at the camera as Peach disappeared. “Uh…I guess I’m marrying the king now?” He joked with a chuckle. 

This made Lakitu, along with some of the Jungle Kingdom army, burst out laughing on and off camera. Luigi’s laughter could most instinctively be heard from behind the camera.

[NO SIGNAL BEEP]

Luigi walked up to Mario with two cups of coffee. He handed Mario his red cup with the letter M on it, before clinking the mugs together. Luigi placed his left hand under his cup, and carefully took a sip of the coffee. 

Mario took a sip of his coffee as well, before making a face of disgust. “Eugh…What the-” Mario looked down at the coffee before looking at Luigi. 

Luigi was laughing a bit. “Is it that bad?!” He asked. 

“Dude…” Mario widened his eyes and opened his mouth, before breathing somewhat heavily. “Lu-?! What’d you put in it?!” Mario yelled, huffing with worry and pain as he fanned his mouth with his hand before sprinting off frame with his cup of ‘coffee’. 

Luigi burst out laughing and put his own coffee on a nearby table so he could laugh harder. “Nohothing!” Luigi replied. 

“LIAR!” Mario shouted from off camera. 

Luigi smirked as he pulled something out of his overalls. “Whaaat? I didn’t put aaanything in your coffee!” He said sarcastically, showing the crew the bottle of ghost pepper hot sauce he had in his hand. 

Mario must’ve seen the hot sauce in his hand…because in no time at all, Mario had run back into frame. “LUIGI!” He shouted, tackling Luigi to the ground and taking the hot sauce out of his hand. “Gimme this!” He took the lid off it and shoved it into his brother’s mouth before squeezing the bottle, putting about 2 tablespoons of hot sauce into his brother’s mouth. “Your turn, Gigetto.” Mario said with an evil smirk on his face. 

Luigi’s eyes widened as the hot sauce filled his mouth. He yelped and swallowed instinctively. “Mario-” He reacted, before shrieking and huffing himself as the hot sauce took over his mouth. “MARIO-!” Luigi shouted, sprinting off-screen. “HOT-HOT-HOT-HOT!” He shouted all the way off the set. 

Lakitu turned the camera, to reveal the set piece behind their ‘bedroom’. Luigi was grabbing the closest carton from inside the fridge, and gulping it right out of the carton. 

“Luigi, that’s cream!” Papa Mario said.

Luigi ignored him, taking a few more gulps before lowering the carton. “Close enough.” He replied, huffing. 

Everyone else was laughing while Papa Mario was rubbing the top of his nose. “Sorry director. They’ve had a long day.” Papa Mario admitted. 

“It’s fine. One more take should be good. CUT!” 

[NO SIGNAL BEEP]

#behind the scenes #animated bloopers #funny #brotherly bonding #the super mario bros movie spoilers #fluff and humor #ticklefic #ler!bowser #ler!toads #lee!luigi #lee!mario #laughter

[sunshine-in-a-bottle]

SUDSPOTS RECOMMENDS DREAM-CENTRIC FICS: PART ONE MAYBE

Sorted by shipping because I'm a multishipper.

Its about the PASSION its about the INTRICACIES its about the EMOTIONAL DEVASTATION.

If a fic you like isn't on here I demand you make your own recommendations post so I can reblog it and then we ALL must go insane. You Understand? You understand. Lets fucking go, lets LOVE THE PEOPLE IN THIS COMMUNITY RIGHT NOW AND TELL THEM WHAT GOOD FUCKING WRITERS THEY ARE

DESCEND INTO MADNESS. ITS FOR THE GREATER GOOD.

DRUNZ WORKS BELOW

-non-explicit fics section-

our eternal love by janies_not_here. (Rated T)

Punz and Dream being in love and their last few moments together before the destruction of the server.

Personal thoughts: I love them. I would die for them. I care them so much.

Suffering by Airrec (Raichett). (Rated T)

“I,” Punz repeats, “am doing this one. You did lung removal, I’ll do heart.” They look at Dream squarely, determined, though their eyes are tight around the edges. No one likes dying, but they both know how important it is to know.

Personal thoughts: how to murder me emotionally. Its about the Intricacies its about the Unethical Science Murder Experiments.

science for sweethearts by silversandstone. (Rated T)

“His name is Punz?” “Yeah.” “I know him!” Sapnap exclaims, and he sounds entirely too excited for Dream’s liking. “He’s on the basketball team with me. Tall, blonde hair, blue eyes? Looks a little bit like he got thrown in the laundry by accident?” “He’s pretty,” Dream agrees miserably.

Personal thoughts: I am always a slut for modern AUs. I am bapping them with my little paws. Please kiss.

with arms unfolding by silversandstone. (Rated T) (series)

but here i am with arms unfolding i guess it isn't quite the end old partner in crime i'm going to try to fall in love with you again

Personal thoughts: PUNZ FINDING OUT ABOUT THE TORTURE. YESGOODPERFECT. THEM CARING ABOUT EACH OTHER. AAAAA

c!drunz living happily ever after by theendpoem. (Rated T) (series)

c!drunz headcanon written into short stories that follow them running away from the smp together and living happily ever after in a cabin

Personal thoughts: exactly what it says on the tin. I am a feral cat biting it biting it biting it

deadlines and commitments by sunnyscribe. (Rated G)

Dream doesn't know what he's looking for, but he finds it in Punz.

Personal thoughts: please imagine that gif of kermit spinning in a water fountain. They're taking a little nap together. They are in love.

i hope i don’t murder me, i hope i don’t burden you by nightdaydream. (Rated T)

Dream is dangerous, an enigma of a man. “So, what do you say?” Roses bloom in Punz’s lungs. They take a breath, choke them down, and return the grin that they’re sure Dream wears beneath his mask. “I’m in.” aka. punz suffers through hanahaki. it gets a lot worse before it gets better.

Personal notes: FUCK OFFFFFFFFF<=== is personally very emotional. Don't perceive me.

by his side where he belongs by ammizukii. (Rated T)

c!Dream shyfully proposes to c!Punz.

Personal notes: oh.

Just A Dip by Icechild. (Rated G)

It was meant to be just be a bath. It was supposed to be refreshing, healing, calming. It wasn't supposed to be Punz watching Dream pant and groan in pain. It wasn't supposed to end up with them realizing a blade was poisoned after it was too late. OR Punz and Dream have a bath time after a fight with the SMP and take care of each other and things go a little south.

Personal notes: I am eating concrete. I am throwing things. ITS ABOUT THE TRUST AND LOVE AND FEAR AND

love, like death, hath all destroyed by dumbgirlfriend (thelightwoods). (Rated T)

Punz and Dream have a quiet last meal before the end of the world, and Punz wants him.

Personal notes: dies a death (x40) hahahaha I love them what the fuck...

Steam by Airrec (Raichett). (Rated T)

There’s something almost ritualistic in the way Punz lathers soap onto Dream’s skin, their touch gentle but firm as they thumb at his flesh, their clipped nails dragging a little across his too-thin skin, careful not to worry at scabs or sores, but touching them anyway, keeping them clean. --- Or: post-Pandora, Dream's physical state is a bit too fragile for him to be able to bathe alone. Enter, stage left, Punz.

Personal notes: you think I'm normal right now but I'm actually clawing at the bars of my cage. Let me out I won't bite.

red slush and citrus shampoo by shamefulfroggos. (Rated T)

“Okay.” The two sit in silence for a few more beats before Punz drops his hand down to twist the keys and coax the engine back to life. It rumbles, faintly, and Dream watches from the corner of his eye as Punz puts the car in reverse and brings his arm up, his hand gripping the shoulder of Dream’s seat. His head turns so he can look through the back window as he pulls the car out of the parking space he turned into mere minutes ago. Dream tries not to stare. He doesn’t try very hard. -------------- or Dream has been in love with Punz for too long, Sapnap and George are tired of his shit, and Punz is a cinnamon roll who is trying to convey his feelings but failing

Personal notes: hnnnnnnn I'm gonna be honest with you I reread these fics before I put them on this post and this is making me go insane. They're so fucking in love shut the fuck upp

Not to Me, Not If It’s You by ranababamboo. (Rated T)

“Stop fussing over me.” “I will when your fever breaks,” they replied. They gestured to the stew, untouched aside from the near-spill. “Should eat that before it goes cold.” Dream rolled his eyes at the nagging. “What, gonna sit here and watch me until I do?” Punz merely raised an eyebrow. “...you’re the worst.” ——— Stubborn refusal of injury won’t slide in this household.

Personal notes: I hate them (I love them so much I am actively dying)

even when it’s raining by navyhurricane. (Rated T)

“You want to dance—” “In the rain,” Punz finishes for him, almost in a rush as though the idea has him breathless already. “C’mon, you can’t say that you have never in your life thought of it before.” Dream shakes his head softly. “Can’t say it’s high on my bucket list.”

For ruined plans and an opportunity saved, Dream has never known a love as soft as this; he knows that while he needs Punz, the other wants him in all the same ways.

Personal notes: hey do you ever feel like the chemicals in your brain just fucking change and shit while you read something because its good.

i wish to reclaim the rising by Airrec (Raichett). (Rated T)

Dream is quite happy with his life, despite his lack of memories, the scars and frailties of his body, and the numerous questions both raise. Then Punz, one of the gods of this world, saves his life, and it becomes clear that there is more to this - to them - than what can be seen on the surface. --- Or: it's a whole new world, and everyone deserves a chance to move on and make the most of the future. Punz has been waiting for theirs for... a long time.

Personal notes: I really wish I could just post memes and images instead of typing because I don't know how to communicate to you the level of Feral I am rn.

i miss the way you made me feel by WinterEnchantress. (Rated G)

Technoblade broke them up because duty always comes first, and he knows that the pain will never lessen, but at least he had the certainty that Dream was also...suffering. Because he's a selfish and petty man, deep inside, and he doesn't want to be lonely in his pain. Up until Dream found someone else. Up until Dream starts to heal, and all Techno can do is watch from the sidelines as Punz carefully puts broken pieces back together. All he has left is regret. or sad techno and broken up dnb + punz/dream being sweet as techno pines and suffers (:

Personal notes: !!!!!!! well thats fucked up and sad. fuck yeah lets go !!!!!!!

starshine after the longest night by voidofthestars. (Rated T)

They say almost, because there's so much missing from him, from weight loss from starvation to blatant mutilation, ears slashed and even tagged. And gods knew what else lies beneath his torn and ragged clothes. The moment Dream collapses into their arms and they close around him he keens, low and hurt like a dying animal in a cage. It's all Punz can do to keep them both upright even as Dream shakes in his arms, damaged hands scrabbling across his back and shoulders like he was afraid Punz wasn't actually there. "Holy shit, starshine, I've got you, you can't drop on me yet we're not safe yet." "Punz! Punz you're actually here! Haha, oh my god, I can't believe it!" Dream's voice cracks from emotion and disuse. It's painful to listen to, in more ways than one.

Personal notes: Don't fucking look at me don't perceive me I don't want to talk about it.

last cup of coffee by Luciddreaming_ (LucidDreamLight). (Rated T)

Local barista crushing on the cute college boy.

Personal notes: I don't have braincells anymore. Only them.

or should i walk by again? by Anonymous. (Rated T)

After Sapnap accidentally triple-books himself, he leaves his friends Dream and Punz to entertain each other at a boardwalk. This quickly spirals into a bet: Can you fall in love in one day?

Personal notes: what if... they kissed<=== absolutely deranged

green strings of magic by nightdaydream. (Rated M)

“You just work with him for money,” Quackity states, looking at Punz, and they want to laugh at how wrong the statement is. At first, sure; Dream was their client, and they were a mercenary. But as time passed, and they got closer, they came to trust Dream. And eventually, the golden ring on their finger and the matching one on the chain around Dream’s neck, hidden below his hoodie, came into play. “So, if he’s dead, which everyone else here wants anyways, you have no reason to carry out what he wants.” aka. Dream gets killed. Punz brings him back, because they’re a good partner like that.

Personal notes: they're MARRIED they have RINGS what if I shed my skin and became a skeleton.

Keep it Together by orphan_account (Rated T)

/Don’t react. Don’t react. Stay calm. Stick to the plan./ They spent hours, standing on a grassy hill, staring at the prison. /Keep it together./

Personal notes: His One Attachment his Most Important Attachment Shut The FUck

sunlight through my window by oopsie_daisyy (Rated G)

Dream and Punz are comfortable enough together to just walk into each other’s room and be. But when Dream asks him an unfinished question, Punz can’t get the implications of it off of his mind.

Personal notes: biting my own arm. Themb!!!!!! Them,,,,,

Bunker Pasta by dyinginlava (probablyaceok). (Rated T)

When Punz meets Dream after he escapes from Pandora’s Vault he notices how bad Dream looks and makes a decision.

Personal notes: They love each other did you know that. did you know. they love each other so much

Ground Zero by Oceanbreeze7. (Unrated)

Canon Divergence- what if the entire confrontation went a little faster- and they all had time to leave before the nuke impacted?

Personal notes: its barely there, but Its There and its important To Me.

Even Now by TastesLikeBakingSoda (Rated G)

Punz tries to coax Dream to bed, post-prison.

Personal notes:..........

lets take a rest by TastesLikeBakingSoda (Rated G)

Dream comes home after fighting the slime clone army and Punz gives him tickles and kisses

Personal notes: I'm being persecuted, held at gunpoint even.

-EXPLICIT FICS-

forever and always by applpudding

Dream slips his hands from Punz’s grasp and slides one around the cradle the back of his head. “Punz. Look at me.” The softness of his voice coaxes Punz’s eyes open and oh. He’d forgotten how stunning Dream’s eyes are in the daylight, brilliant viridian irises shining bright and honest, settled between soft golden eyelashes. “I don’t know if I can say it back yet,” Dream says, and for a moment Punz feels his heart sink. “But,” Dream continues, “that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you. I do, I really do, I promise you that.” Punz leans forwards and knocks their foreheads together. “I’ll wait,” he whispers. “However long you need, I’ll wait."

Personal notes: they need to be happy its so fucking important to me

radio lust by navyhurricane

A messy turn of events leaves Dream without a car in the middle of a rainstorm. He knows Punz is made of nicotine and bad ideas, but Dream's curiosity over Punz’s passenger seat is addicting.

Personal notes: hi they are absolutely infatuated with each other. they told me so themselves.

losing the bet by Anonymous

“Oh, I see. You wanted to lose,” Punz said in a low voice, dropping in volume, and Dream’s breath hitched in his throat. “You made that bet assuming you’d lose, huh? You wanna be my bitch that badly?” “Fuck no,” Dream spat back even as his eyes locked onto Punz’s lips. They looked surprisingly soft, pink. Dream swallowed hard. “I’m just a man of my word. I promised you, you win, you use me as you want.” “Just seems like an odd thing to offer to someone you’re not attracted to at all.” Punz stepped closed again, practically chest to chest, and he grabbed Dream by the jaw. His grip was tight, practically bruising, and he pushed Dream’s head back against the lockers. “Deny it all you want, but I think you wanted to end up here. You liked the thought of mean ol’ Punz shoving you into the lockers, huh? You want me to fuck you right here?” Dream whined, unable to speak with the hand clamping his jaw shut, and Punz huffed a snort of amusement. “You’re cute when you’re pathetic, princess,” Punz purred.

Personal notes: shaking them. they are stupid and full of kink. I cherish them deeply.

Observant by Toasted_Poison

Dream and Punz are roommates and Dream is very observant of Punz's recent behavior.

Personal notes: the comment I left on this fic probably shows how insane I am more than any words I could type here.

if you’re the reason why it’s empty, spin the fucking bottle by oopsie_daisyy

"I was about to leave when you asked me to play spin the bottle, actually,” Dream explains with a knowing smile, one that Punz reciprocates easily. “But yeah, it’s fine. Just a regular boring party, nothing too special.” “I could make it special.” Dream rolls his eyes. “I know you can. Why else do you think I would stay at some shitty party?"

Personal notes: RAAAAA WHY ARE THEY SO DUMB I CANT FUCKING STAND THEM (is holding them so very closely)

Shatter you by Anonymous

The payment is given. The plan should start any minute now. Punz wouldn't say he'd changed his mind. He never truly agreed with this plan anyway. It's good that Dream is in a good spot for listening. Alternatively: Punz is an Ender Dragon hybrid who likes gold but likes his shiny employer better so he decides to keep him. Dream's a brat and needs to be taught his place.

Personal notes: go away leave me be. I have to be really abnormal about Ender Dragon Punz. (you hear the sound of someone eating paper)

A Goat & A Coyote by ConscientiousMonster, Melpomene_Muse_of_Tragedy

A coyote pack leader finds a goat spellcaster that's been tied up in ribbons and left for death by vultures. This is furry-flavoured Drunz porn.

Personal notes: I'm not a furry but five dollars is five dollars<===this is a reference. I'm actually probably a furry.

Without End by JanetBaby99

“We’re equals aren’t we? You and me no matter what,” Punz assures. “You don’t control me and I don’t control you.” Dream lets his words wash over him, taking them in and analyzing each one. … Even after all of this, seeing how weak Dream has become, seeing how he’s fallen, Punz still sees him as an equal on this godforsaken server. ___________________ After Dream escapes Pandora's Vault, he goes to Punz who helps him through the worst of his injuries, and assures Dream that he would love him no matter what.

Personal notes: HNNNNNNNNNNNNNN THEY ARE IN LOVE,,,, THE ANGST CAN'T DEFEAT THEM,,,

all your ivory glory by eleostomercy

“You’re a cockslut.” Dream’s eyes flick up. He’s sure he makes quite the sight, knelt at Punz’s feet, knelt over a baby blue dildo, and dripping between his thighs with a hand on Punz’s cock. “What about it?” or, where dream has an idea and a need to be between punz's legs.

Personal notes: clapping and cheering and blowing the building up because its what they deserve.

twisted on my tongue by eleostomercy

I know what a sex machine is,” Punz mutters, unsteady on his feet as he rights himself by the refrigerator; the revelation is surprising, sure, but his own astonishment at Dream’s hidden possession is nearly gone. “I just didn’t think that—” “What?” Dream’s embarrassment has melted away by now, and it leaves in its place a sharp grin and gleaming eyes. “Didn’t think I would own one?” or, where dream reveals a well-kept secret and punz decides to give it his own gleaming review.

Personal notes: hey did you know that they're in love. Did you know that I'm throwing shit and maiming because they are in love.

their hungry thirsty roots by consumptive_sphinx

Punz, somewhere above him, sighs, and then there’s a flowering vine in his face and he can’t fucking breathe. His knees hit the ground again and this time Punz wraps an arm around his chest and doesn’t let go, combs through his hair with their fingers while he coughs until his eyes water. “Sorry, man,” they say, and “I know,” and “it’s alright.” Something’s fucking happening while he coughs and Dream doesn’t like drugs under the best of circumstances— they make him slow, they make him stupid, they make him off his game and he can’t be off his game— but the alarm is leeching away. It’s like trying to cling to water. By the time he can breathe again his legs feel too weak to move on.

Personal notes: hnnnn Egg fics.... my one (1) weakness....

pleasure in death by bugginmate

“Here’s how this is gonna work, sweetheart,” he murmurs, brushing Dream’s too long hair out of his face. “You’re going to do what I say. I’m gonna get you all worked up and begging for me. Then when- or if- I decide to let you feel good, I am going to kill you. Do you understand?” Dream and Punz are brainstorming ways to die for their limbo research.

Personal notes: two bros, chilling in their lab, fucking around against OSHA regulations.

Scour and Scorch by FraustiButBad (FraustiNoSnowman)

“Is everything about numbers to you?” He retorts. It’s a weak one, at that, not because it doesn’t mean anything to Punz, but because both of them know that it’s almost a hundred percent true, and Punz is proud of that fact. “Yes,” the lighter blonde admits. His thumb rests on the front of Dream’s chin, and he pulls Dream’s head down to eye level; Dream has to grip the table for him to not punch Punz in the face, or throw on his jacket and leave. “It’s all numbers to me. And where does that take me, sweetheart?” Punz does everything for numbers. • Dream and Punz, musicians, classmates, enemies, friends with benefits, are everything that could be set fire to.

Personal notes: the unreliable narrator that is Dream. also kink. peoples two favorite things.

Red Sweater by Typical_Kiwi

Punz really has to go to work and Dream's making it exceedingly difficult. (Punz isn't blameless.)

Personal notes: THEY CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER. SO MUCH. SHUT UPPPPPPP

Home for the Holidays by Toasted_Poison

"So, where am I sleeping?” Dream asked, looking around the large room, the couch did look quite comfortable. Punz shook his head, opening his suitcase to unpack, “Are you playing dumb? In bed with me.” “Oh! Are we going to explore each other's bodies?” Dream teased. The dirty blond kicked off his shoes and shrugged off his jacket, placing it on the couch before his gloves joined it. He didn’t expect an answer from Punz, who was staring down at a blue shirt in his hands before looking up and smiling at Dream with a cock of his eyebrow. “If you’d like."

Personal notes: (you see an image of goofy floating in a fountain)

Play To Win by angeIofsmalldeath

He likes his roommate, he really does. All things aside, they’re relatively close and spend a decent amount of time together. Punz keeps his space neat, they split dish duty, and his rent is always on time. He’s not a bad roommate in the slightest. That does not change the fact that this is not the first time Dream has found himself incredibly annoyed on behalf of Punz and his stupid video game. Dream is sick of his roommate playing video games loudly all night long. So, they make a bet.

Personal notes: Listen. Listen. Listen. Actually Don't listen. Have you considered the benefits of shedding your skin and becoming a skeleton

i'll be unclean, i'll be obscene (you be the rest) by staged

“I wanna choke you.” Punz leans down to say in Dream’s ear, dragging his teeth against the lobe and pressing a wet kiss to his jaw. “Do it.” Dream pleads, rocking back on a harsh thrust. His eyes flutter, meeting Punz’s gaze with a forest of vulnerability, thick with desperate want. “What if I kill you?” Punz mouths down Dream’s neck, licking around the space between his fingers. It’s spoken like a suggestion, a sadistic fantasy that they want to play out. “Then bring me back.”

Personal notes: Theyre so wonderfully fucked up I would Die for them.

I miss ya, and our rendezvous by froghatter

Five times Punz and Dream made bets together and only once does Dream lose.

Personal notes: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Transactional Satisfaction by TastesLikeBakingSoda

Punz takes his payment.

Personal notes: Don't look at me go away.

candy games by Royal_Stars

Dream wants to play a game. Punz obliges. Why wouldn't they, when they get kisses out of it? It leads to a bit more than the two of them bargained for, but hey, neither of them are really complaining.

Personal notes: I am slowly sliding them both together. then they kiss. then they kiss. then they

but the damage has been done by Anonymous

After weeks upon weeks of exhaustive experimentation on the nature of life, death, and revival, Punz and Dream are both tired. One of them was bound to break. But Punz is not going to let it be Dream.

Personal notes: they are full of mental illness and so am I.

Sublime by cosmicskies

Punz will make him food. He knows what Dream needs right now. Soft touches and to be showered in attention even though he scowls and tries to send the other away every time. During the moments where Dream can think without being shouted at by his own mind, he’ll tell Punz about the things he wishes he didn’t think. How sometimes, asking to be held is the scariest thing of them all. But they’re both touchy people.

Personal notes: (you hear explosions in the distance)

#suds soapbox #LISTEN TO MEEEEEEE #LET THEM BE IN LOVE FOREVER #RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #Mild disclaimer just. This is about fics that Make Me Happy #not about whatever has the most notes or whats the most popular. If the fic is popular thats very cool!!!!!! If its not #well I think we should all go insane about the fic and make it more popular. #You Know What You Must Do

[beautifulpersonpeach]

I know you always struggle to write about Suga Bpp but I'd really appreciate a review from you for D-day.

Sincerely, a follower who loves the space you make here.

Thank you for focusing on the music in the middle of the madness. I struggle with this a lot, but your posts always help.

Pls review D-day in any way you like or in that way you always do.

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I'm losing my mind.

This album has put me in a high that hasn't come down since release. Overall, I rate the album a 9/10. I won't really get into the lyrics (Yoongi never minces words), but will tell you why exactly I think Yoongi is insane.

(Tsk... a problem)

We should all thank Yoongi. If I had his address I'd send him flowers and my nudes (me sitting pretty in a bucket of tangerines), for the blessing, the honour, the gift of J-hope Jay spitting the coldest bars of his entire career on HUH?!

His delivery??

Jesus.

Jung Hoseok, the man you fucking are.

There's no Korean rapper in the history of rap who has spit sicker bars, delivered so cold it feels like he just ripped eyeballs clean out their sockets.

(Son couilles est lourde)

HUH?! is the best song on the album

See, up until now, BTS had never done drill. And a part of me was always grateful because even on harmless boom bap beats, they been cutting niggas left and right. But Yoongi went there. On D-DAY, he went there. And Lord is it a revelation. Nobody should be surprised that D-DAY is now the highest selling rap album, in history. Yoongi is the first rapper to sell a million albums in a day in history. Not k-rap, not in Asia, but globally in the history of the genre - that was done by Min Yoongi with Jung Hoseok whipping up guts served cold on a platter.

If you're vegetarian or vegan I'm so sorry but this album is not for you. Because this album, HUH?! in particular, is an exhibit of cadavers split open and Hobi's delivery is of a man who didn't even bother washing his hands after doing what needed to be done. A man who doesn't feel a speck of remorse for the corpses left in his wake. Hobi's flow on HUH?! is psychotic. And think about what it means to have Hobi on a song like this to begin with. Yoongi said he hadn't done the genre before, and he trusted Hobi - who initially learned from Namgi but very quickly developed his own flavour and skills enough to earn the respect of his idol - Yoongi trusted his brother on that track and that alone nearly brings me to tears.

Then Yoongi follows it with Amygdala and I start actually crying.

(This was me on my third listen.)

Amygdala is the standout song on this album

The transition from drill rap to soothing acoustic trap is so beautiful, it alters your mind. It's so seamless. Everything about Amygdala cements Yoongi's genius as a force to be reckoned with among the greats.

(I love them)

When Yoongi showed Jimin this song in SOOP around the time he made it, he said he went through wild mood swings making it. And you hear it in his voice. When he screams so wildly he uses autotune to distort it, almost temper it, for our sakes and to drive home the point. The point being his pain, how overwhelming it was, how he decided to intentionally pull those memories out to process them. And he lets us hear the result. He lets us see the compassion he shows himself in that song.

Y'all...

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Snooze

Yoongi's writing is the reason I fell in love with him. Just by the way. An Anon asked me this question almost 11 months ago now and I never responded, but Anon if you're reading this now, this is the answer to your ask. Yoongi's writing is what I think cemented him as my bias.

Have you heard/read the lyrics for Snooze yet? I cried when I first heard them. To think Yoongi made this for his brothers, for his juniors, for his fans, for anyone whoever hears it, for himself... that brought me to tears.

Repurposing the lyrics from So Far Away...

(I've been a mess since Friday)

With the context of the tragedy of the last week, I can't help but weep. I really hope these artists get the support they need, I hope the wider k-pop fandom quickly recognizes what is actually at stake here, and I hope you remember to always take care of yourself.

*

Woosung's voice on this track is perfection.

When it comes to vocalists, Yoongi has a type. It's my type as well, vocalists with a voice made for haunting rock anthems. The best examples being Jimin, Taka from ONE OK ROCK, Tyler from Twenty One Pilots, Adora, and now we can add Woosung from The Rose to the list.

The thing that gets me with BTS, is they could drop the pantie dropper album of the century and they'd still have substance to them. You don't get Ryuichi Sakamoto on your album, in his final years no less, if you haven't got a decent bit of substance to you.

Snooze is yet another song on the album that reminds us of the evolution of Agust D. It reminds us of why we're at this point, where we are in the timeline of his growth. It reminds us of why we should join him on the other side.

He doesn't let us languish too long in the feeling though, before moving to SDL - that groovy, sexy number that surprises me with how much I like it every time it comes up in my playlist.

[ I'm starting to ramble so I'll just say Adora on SDL makes me think they should get together.

The track is so good and Adora undeniably is the magic ingredient. And if we're being honest, Adora is his best female feature/adliber. We all know it. I'm just selfish and shameless enough to voice the desire we all have that they should always make music together. ]

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Haegeum is where he repeats the pattern but we never learn if he's broken the cycle

I'll try to be ultra brief here.

Agust D is born of the anger, hatred, and pain Yoongi feels when looking at the world and at himself. He expresses his struggle with self-loathing, insecurity and greed in Agust D. Haegeum, meaning both to lift a ban, to say what had been suppressed, and a traditional Korean instrument he loves - Haegeum is the resolution before he reaches the acceptance he shows in People Pt 2. We hear Yoongi brutally criticize himself and his society while dissecting the system to get down to the root of what really ails us. K-pop stans have predictably made a ruckus about his lyrics referring to capital. And their criticisms yet again show why few people take k-pop and its fans seriously. Because exactly none, zero, zilch, not a single one of their criticisms are rational once the whole verse is viewed in full.

*

Haegeum is very much a read of himself as it is of anyone else. He confronts the shadow of him that represents those vices, and kills him. But just as it was in Daechwita, we don't know if that shadow will remain dead. Although in Haegeum it's clear Yoongi has grown and whatever shadow that remains is closer to Suga in likeness than Agust D, we don't know if the cycle is permanently broken. And that is how it is for all of us. We have to continue to evolve, to confront more complex versions of our shadows, each time better reconciling who we are to who we want to be, perfecting our characters.

Haegeum is a visual feast, somehow more vivid than Daechwita which is really saying something. It reminds me of Hong Kong neo noir films. It's cool Yoongi wrote the storyboard for the MV himself.

And as I've said before, Yoongi is messy killer. When I said this about him last year I got some of his akgaes in my inbox saying I should stop smearing the man. Lol. If you had any doubt before, after Haegeum it should be crystal clear.

He could murder you with chopsticks and look good doing it. Honestly, only Yoongi can tear down capitalism as well as Karl Marx does, looking 1,000x better.

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*

In D-Day, SUGA gracefully ends the trilogy of Agust D. Yoongi has told this story of his wrestle with his greed, his anger and hatred, over the last 7 years, and his honesty and graciousness in how he concludes it in D-Day deserves a standing ovation.

I strongly encourage everyone to read Yoongi's Thanks To on the album. I'll post an English translation from Twitter below:

Credit: @/btsbaragi_jk

His sense of humour is one of my favourite things about him.

*

Yoongi has created a masterpiece. He worked so hard and it shows. His vocals on the album alone have elevated D-DAY to one of the best releases this decade. You can hear how much he has grown as an artist to the point I dare say he no longer has any obvious weaknesses. The impeccable production on D-DAY is a given. And to think he finished most of the album in 2020, but chose to wait for the rest of the guys to find their feet, for them all to decide on the timing for Chapter 2, to think he waited that long... sometimes, I wonder if people have a true understanding of the kind of group BTS is. Of the personal sacrifices each of the members in BTS have had to make.

When I see asks about this or that mistreatment complaint for this or that member, sometimes it pisses me off. Cause yeah, it sucks that Jungkook has to (possibly) serve now despite having 5 years more and being at his prime; I too hate that Jimin's sales were explicitly targeted, deleted without precedent, explanation, or accountability; I cannot for the life of me explain what the fuck happened with Jack in the Box's album roll-out, packaging, shipping, etc. But like, every member is making these decisions with their eyes wide open and taking these hits in stride with a team/company they say they trust. If Jimin trusts Bang PD with his career, on what basis could I begin to disagree with him?

Anyway I digress. D-Day is a gift. Pray you survive the live versions lol. And oh, about Yoongi (and the rest of BTS) being insane as I said initially, just listen to HUH?! again.

#suga #agust d #min yoongi #yoongi #bts #d day #haegeum #rap #kpop #hobi #jung hoseok #sope #jhope

[pokemon-ash-aus]

Indigo’s kids are stinkin’ adorable!

Could we have more facts about them?

Ahhhhhh i wanted to draw this but my motives TANKED so here are some itty bitty facts about all the kiddos!

Coral- Togepi Fusion (He/him)

-Middle Child! He was the 2nd one out of the shell and the second one to open his eyes!

-Biggest of the trio! Slightly larger than average in comparison but huge against his siblings.

- Anxiety, He's picked up on his father's danger sense, but because he's a Togepi fusion it doesnt work properly. As a Togekiss he gets a better handle on it.

- Constantly afraid he's doing something wrong, even if he ISNT doing anything wrong.

- Perfectionist, if one thing is out of place and he cant fix it, he will flop onto the floor and cry.

-An absolute Daddy's boy. All three of his dad's are very aware that he needs a lot of attention and love, and if something goes wrong, Coral is the snitch (anxiety helps them, not so much Coral)

-Indigo's nickname for him is Coco because "You're so sweet baby." and Coco wears it like a medal.

Rose, Happiny Fusion (He/They)

-The Baby of the trio! Can't get away with anything even if he is the youngest.

- Has constant nightmares, it's his premonition senses going off but warped beyond recognition. He never gets a handle on this, but his nightmares slow down.

-Can't sleep alone. Even as a fully grown Blissey. He wanrs to sleep wih Dad and no one is gonna stop him!

- Has no sense of taste. Constantly eating everything and anything he can get his hands on.

-Is the most romantically inclined of his siblings, but uses this force to try and match his siblings up with others as they grow.

-Is also the only one that can take hits like a tank. He's not good at dishing out pain but that's okay cause his siblings take that over.

-They also know the most healing moves of the entire family, surpassing even Indigo whose a paranoid nut.

-A little gremlin through and through, constantly causing trouble because no one would ever believe its him (too bad his older brother is a SNITCH)

-Has once trapped both his siblings in a box because he was mad.

-Rose's nickname is Rosebud because they will ALWAYS be Indigo's baby. Even when he's fully grown.

Punch, Buneary Fusion - (They/them)

-Punch is the oldest. First out and ifrst to open his eyes.

-Baby is the fluffiest of his family and needs to be sheared to avoid getting overheated. Indigo uses the wool to knit sweaters and toys for the kids. Punch is always so happy.

-They're also the one that takes pkaytime waaaaay too seriously.

-Indigo once handed them a buneary plush and Punch froze.

"What's the matter Pun?"

"Daddy, i cant be a parent, im only 2."

-Yeah, Punch is the one to constantly have Indigo keeling over laughing because their statements are so OUTRAGEOUS its too funny to NOT laugh.

-It is also the reason their nickname is Pun, little bap is too naturally funny.

-They are also the one to fight the Eevee pups CONSTANTLY.

-The Eevee's all know bite, and that hurts for Punch constantly.

-Doesnt stop them from trying to win.

-They have also fought the Pichu and Pikachu pinkies and often goes so far to try and beat up fully grown pokemon.

-When they loose, they wail to dad because "THEY BIT ME!"

"Yeah Pun, that's what happens when you pick a fight."

-Despite their name, Punch's kicks are POWERFUL

-They can knock out an unsuspecting person if Punch is mad enough.

-When they grow though, their punches WILL match the prowress of their legs.

-Very much a Glass Canon, cannot take a hit for the life of them but MAN does it hurt when they hit.

#future babytwo

[rubix-writings]

Punisher Pt. 14

Fourteenth part of Punisher. I sincerely apologize for the lack of posting, I think it’s almost two years now which is wild. I got writer’s block and just couldn’t work through it and then honestly forgot about this story. This chapter is short but I’ll be posting Pt. 15 tomorrow.

This is a Chicago PD/Fire imagine with an original character. I don’t own any of the plot points or characters from the show. Also, it doesn’t follow any particular season or sequence in the shows.

Series Summary: Josephine (Jo) never expected to find support and pure love when she left Los Angeles. She ran away to Chicago and was content with living an insignificant, hidden life. But everything changes when she walks into Molly’s to get a job.

Josephine (OC) x Jay Halstead

The italicized lines are internal thoughts of the character.

Warnings: mentions of pain pills

The car ride back to Jay’s after the hospital was a quiet one. My body and mind completely shut down after I knew Jay was okay. Jay never left my side at the hospital, I guess having a brother that works in the ER and being a cop helps break protocol. After all the excitement, fear, and adrenaline of the day I fell asleep in the passenger seat clinging to Jay’s hand. I slowly wake from Jay rubbing my thigh and squeezing my hand. 

“Jo,” he whispers. “I would carry you, but it would hurt your ribs.”

I slide out of the car and lean against Jay. He rubs my back softly as we stand in the elevator. Even through the exhaustion, there’s still fear. I never felt that kind of fear before, it’s not fear for my own life but for Jay’s. That’s what’s scaring me now and I don’t know what it means. My mind can’t stop focusing on the events leading up to all of this, I always lock the door when I open. No matter how much I rack my brain trying to remember me locking the door after getting into the bar, I can’t picture it.

“Are you hungry?” Jay coaxes while leading me into his apartment. I shake my head and walk towards the sofa. I throw my coat on the chair before sitting down to take my boots off. “Jo, you have to eat with these pain pills. Will said it could make you sick if you don’t.”

I know he’s right, but all I want is to remember locking the door. Why can’t I remember that? My eyes begin to water out of frustration. 

“Hey, hey it’s okay,” Jay comforts. 

“I always lock the door after I get in, I can’t remember locking it today,” I hyperventilate.  “Why didn’t I lock the door?”

“Jo, this is not your fault,” Jay cups my face in his hands, wiping away my tears with his thumbs. 

“I always lock the door, I don’t get it,” Jay grasps my shaking hands. 

“Jo, please listen. There is a laundry list of people to blame before you. Including myself,” he sighs. “I have no idea how he knew about you or about us, but I swear to you I will find out and make sure nothing like this ever happens again. It’s been a long day, we’ll talk more in the morning alright? Why don’t you get into bed and I’ll bring you something to eat and some water?” 

I don’t say anything as I get up to go to Jay’s bedroom. I’m not mad at him, I don’t think I ever really could be. Chicago just doesn’t feel like the safe haven it once was.

Taglist: @whit85-blog @bestillmystuckyheart @nocturnalherb16 @5sos-imagine @miranda0102 @thexplosivegirl @annalism @ego-allie-bap

#Chicago Fire #Chicago PD #chicago pd imagine #chicago fire imagine #chicago one #chicago pd x reader #jay halstead x oc #jay halstead #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead x reader

[mixed-up-multiverse]

@buddymuses (cont.)

[ INACT AREA SCAN. ... ... UNIDENTIFIED LOCATION. PLEASE CONNECT TO A JCJENSON NETWORK FOR GPS UPDATE. THE CURRENT VERSION IS 12.9.2 ... ] biscuits. N's tail lashes lightly, his grip tightening on the wall. this isn't good. he's been mapping out the area, but it still doesn't match up with any location he's been to. plus, it's scorching in this environment... at least more than the cold he's used to.

[ /!\ WARNING! COOLANT LEVELS AT 34.2% /!\ ] ... he's hungry. it's been... how long since he's had a drink? a while... maybe. in this higher-temperature area, he's going through coolant much faster than he was built for. is this what being lightheaded feels like for humans?

AUDIO DETECTED.

N whips his head 'round toward the source of the sound and he fires off a scan and... oil. oil. O I L. his screen flickers with his kill indicator X, the disassembler's jaw unhinging and leaking saliva slowly. his wings flare and he pushes off the wall, flapping once before landing behind the other robot. there's something familiar about her model, but he's so focused on that sweet coolant that he lets protocol take over.

immediately, he tries to dig his stinger into the other drone's shoulder.

She saw him turn around. "Great, you hear me! Look, just let me do my thing so we... can..." If she was a human, the color would have drained from her face as she saw the expression on the other robot's face.

"...N?" She said as she observed all of the thousands of rows of sharp teeth in the other drone(?)'s mouth, taking a step back upon realizing that she was most likely not even speaking to N at all. In fact, what was that thing? It looked like a worker drone in terms of model, but it was much taller and it seemed to have lights on the top of it's head... large claw-like hands... and of course, the obvious wings and tail. It looked like a literal angel of death, and Uzi had most likely pissed it off.

With very little warning, the other drone suddenly landed behind her, knocking her off her feet. Uzi was only beginning to turn around when she suddenly felt that stinger go into her shoulder.

A yelp of pain was all she could let out as the drone suddenly flew upwards-- with her still attached to it's stinger-- and then landed back onto the ground, suddenly jerking to the side and flinging her off like a ragdoll. Uzi rolled backwards and into the wall, holding her now-stinging shoulder... hold on, just what had that stinger done to her? Was it corroding?!

She saw the other drone(?)'s arm then switch out for what appeared to be a canon. Oh hell no. Uzi needed to act fast, or she'd be dead before she could return to the bunker.

Using her free arm, Uzi's left GrabPack hand suddenly changed into a fist... she leaned over a bit... and suddenly hit the trigger on the pack.

There is now a blue hand-thing hurtling towards the face of the other drone-thing, hoping to bap it in the face.

#💫 bite me! ( ic ) #buddymuses #angsty rebellious disassembly drone ( serial designation n ) #💫 Verse 2 #cw project playtime #project playtime cw

[monkiebois]

For some MK and Macaque cuteness I like to think that MK is perceptive enough to tell when Macaque's ears start to hurt so he'll try to cover his ears with his little baby hands to try to muffle the sound and make his papa feel better

Yepyepyepyepyep

In a woven song baby Mk grabs macaques ears a lot bc they’re pretty colors and he likes grabbing onto macaque. He hangs off of his fur, he grabs Macaques ears. He’s a very attention seeking baby.

Same in consequences.

Macaques ears will start to hurt due to sound and then little baby Mk will just. he'll just reach his hands up. at first Macaque is like "what, what do u want" and then he'll raise Mk to his face and then BAP. now he has baby hands on his ears. Mk is chirping and makin baby noises and macaque is chuckling bc "thats cute kid, but ur hans are a little too small to help" "BA" "Uh huh, yeah okay, thank you"

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"Papa!!" Mei called out, the scream causing Macaques ears to twitch annoyingly. At the moment Macaque was resting on the couch, enjoying the current silence. only for it to be broken through buy a very loud dragon toddler.

Suddenly that same toddler jumped onto Macaque's chest causing him to wheeze out any air in his lungs.

"Papa, wheres the remote!" Mei asked her tail swaying impatiently behind her while Macaque choked on air.

"K-Kiwi....ask Nezha" Macaque groaned holding back the urge to snap, so instead urged her to go ask Nezha.

"Already asked him he said you had it last" Mei said completly oblivious to Macaques annoyance.

Macaque looked at Mei, squinted his eyes then rested his head against the couch defeatedly with a big sigh "probably in the drawers under the Tv"

"Ok!" Mei jumped off of Macaque and skipped to the drawers. she let out a little 'yes' once she finnaly found it and sat her butt down on the carpet.

Macaque sighed and rolled onto his chest, burying his face into the pillow. he. wanted. sleep. and by god he's going to get it.

Until a hand poked te side of his head. Macaque turned his head and Little XIaotian with a binky in his mouth stood there holding onto the couch. He made a few baby noises before attempting to climb onto the couch with him.

"mkay...cmo-ow" Macaque groaned as Mk pulled on his hair trying to climb the couch. Macaque scooped Xiaotian up and onto the couch beside him.

Suddenly the Tv turned on and loud noise blasted through the room. too loud.

Macaque growled painfully as his ears hissed with pain and folden back instinctively. Little Xiaotian was startled by his papa's sudden distress but he couldn't hear Xiaotians cries over the ringing in his ears.

He did though, feel soft small hands reaching up and grabbing his ears. covering six ears with two hands is harder then you'd think, so his own hands always left an opening where sound still broke through but now with Xiaotians hands beside his own on his ears the sound of the Tv was successfully muffled.

Macaque was finally able to open his eyes, while he couldn't hear much he could see Xiaotian still by his side with his hands reaching out and covering his ears.

behind Xiaotian Nezha in his taller form was taking the remote from Mei and lecturing her about the volume around Macaque.

The outside muffled noises seemed to ease and he raised his hands off of his ears and Mk did the same. but then he crawled off of the couch while Macaque sat up and made his way to Mei.

Xiaotian looked up at Nezha lecturing Mei and stood straight and tall as well. then started babbling nonsense while pointing at Mei, then Macaque, then back at mei.

it was really cute.

Nezha turned to Mk then to Mei " he's right, you should apologize"

Mei jumped up and then threw herself into Macaques arms, again, knocking the wind out of him.

"Sorry papa!" Mei said. Macaque sighed and hugged back. "its alright, just....no big noises" Macaque groaned and Mei pushed away.

"okay!" Mei said a little too loudly as she ran off to play.

"BAH" Xiaotian screamed at her only for Nezha to set a hnd on Mk's head.

"its alright Xiaotian, why dont we leave pa-...Macaque to rest" He said scooping up Mk.

"we need to get you sound proof headphones" Nezha stated.

"yeah" Macaque sighed before dropping back onto the couch with a thud.

#consequencesau💫 #six eared macaque #liu er mihou #nezha #mei #lmk mk #baby mk #ask #sweetpeajournals406 #a woven song

[linesfromzaun]

Feline Instincts

A Silco x Fem!Reader crack fic

Summary: Silco gets too close to a shimmer experiment

Warning: swearing and mentions of boobs

You walk down to Singed’s lab after you had been fetched by Sevika, who had given you no details as to what has happened to Silco.

The anxiety that is coursing through you leaves your breathless. Was he hurt? Was he unconscious? Would he even wake up? Did he lose another eye or a limb? Was he even alive?

Opening the doors, you rush down to Singed. You see him standing at a metal operating table with a various amount of tools with him. Grabbing a scalpel, you shove him into the sink and place the sharp object right against his throat. “I’m going to give you-“ you feel something brush against your legs and you look down, seeing a black cat. You look back to Singed and continue. “I’m going to give you ten seconds to tell me what the fuck you did to Silco!”

“Please, I assure you-“

“Ten.”

“He’s not dead.”

“Nine.”

“You just looked at him a moment ago.”

“Ei— what did you just say?” You look down to your feet and see the black cat looking up at you.

One blue and one dark eye with orange in the middle.

“Are you f-“

“Language. We had a simple… miscalculation in the process in testing a new version of Shimmer. One of the volunteers decided to take my injector and inject Silco’s blood stream. The volunteer thought it would’ve killed him, but instead…” you both look down at Silco’s fuzzy form and back up at each other “-it seems to have a different property.”

“So he’s…stuck like this?” You kneel down and Silco places a paw on your knee.

“Perhaps, perhaps not. Only time will tell.” The paw on your knee is used as leverage to climb on your shoulders and you rise to full height. Turning to the scene of it all, you see Silco’s clothes pooled on the floor.

“Well, thank Janna you didn’t lose your fancy clothes.” You hear a huff from the little nose next to your ear. Of course, despite being a cat, he’s still snarky as always. “Sevika, put those in a bag for me, please. I guess we need to….go to the store.”

Once you’ve bought what you think you needed for Silco, you had the three of you driven back to the Last Drop.

You bring Silco inside and into his office, no doubt he wants to keep away from any prying eyes. You drop into his office chair and rest your head in one hand. “Gods above why does this happen?” You hear soft patters of paws on the desk and you look up at Silco. You can almost see the human scowl on his face. “Okay, I’m well aware you’re the one in the body of a cat. What am I supposed to do? I can’t run Zaun, I don’t know what I’m doing!” Both hands are now holding your face and you feel a lump in your throat. “Seriously Silco, what am I supposed to do? You have such an organized chain of command, you understand how to lead, you know how to deal with the Barons. You can’t even help me because you can’t even talk. You’re stuck like that, and I’m pretty much stuck without you. Yes, you’re still alive and here, but….you’re not able to be there; if that makes sense.” Fur rubs against your forearms and you pull your hands away from your face. Silco is purring softly and rubbing his little head on your arms. You take your hand and allow him to bump his head against it. “Even as a fur ball, you still know how to comfort me.” He sits and stays nestled in your hand. Feeling the urge, you press your lips on his furry little forehead. After the action, he starts at you for a moment and baps your hand. “Seriously?” Another loud bap and you roll your eyes.

Getting up, you head for the couch and lie on it. You feel a warm little body lie next to you on the couch. “I see, you don’t want me to kiss your head but you still want me. I’m going to get some sleep, it’s been…a day.” The warmth of Silco’s fur and purring helps you fall asleep very quickly.

Sore pain on your chest jolts you awake and you see Silco kneading your boobs with his paws. “Is this payback or are you just enjoying yourself?” Silco pauses for a moment and the continues. “Ouch! Even as a cat you’re still a perv! Stop, I’ll pick you up by your scruff.” He stops, but lies the the valley of your boobs. You can see that he’s pleased with himself and purrs loudly. “What am I going to do with you?”

And then you realize.

“Oh shit, Silco you want to eat?” Silco’s ears twitch and you take it as a yes. “Oh gods, what am I supposed to feed you? I know you won’t eat kibble, but theres stuff that you used to eat that will kill you now.” A little huff leaves his nose and you sigh as well.

—————

“Silco, please eat the fucking chicken.” Silco hisses and you groan. “I know it’s going to be dry and flavorless, but I can’t give you anything else.” He smacks it away with a paw and you rub your face with your hands. “My fucking husband who’s a cat is going to die in my care because I don’t know what to do.” Your head rests on the desk and you begin to sob. After a couple sobs, you hear small smacking noises. You look up and see Silco finally eating. “Thank you.”

—————

“I have to speak with Silco.”

“Sherif, I don’t know where he is.”

“If you think you can cover for him-“

“Marcus, I don’t know! Gods above, you think I want to be stuck in this position?!”

“No ma’am.”

“Then I suggest you stop accusing me for your conspiracy. I’m sure when my husband gets back, he will speak with you. In the mean-“ Silco’s body hop up on the desk and you sigh. Why is he trying to make it obvious?

“Is that your cat?”

“Yes, it’s a…stray.” Silco looks to you with unamused eyes and you scoop him up. “It’s a surprise for my husband.”

“Didn’t think he was a cat person.” You nervously laugh and stroke Silco’s fur.

“Yeah, me neither.” The sheriff shifts between feet and makes way for the door.

“Well, I’m sure he’ll maybe like it. It looks an awful lot like him.”

“Heh, that’s what I was… hoping for as well. Anyways, good day!” The door closes and you see your carrying Silco like a baby. “Yeah, look I don’t know why you made an appearance. Besides, this is actually nice.” You continue stroking his fur and you hear the faintest purr. “Glad you agree.”

———

Loud meowing is heard next to you as you read the clip board in front of you. It gets closer as Silco hops on the desk and practically sits on your arms. “Silco, come on, I have to read this.” A howling meow is given and you give up, putting the clipboard down. “Okay! Okay! You have my attention.” He grabs one of your hands and his teeth sink into it. “OW! Silco! If you’re going to bite, bite a toy not me!” You grab the ball on a string and shake it in front of him. His little pupils widen and he begins to hit the toy with his paws. You laugh as he becomes any ordinary cat and chanting “get it Silco! Get it!”

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You slam open the doors and allow Silco to trot in first. “Okay Singed, three days is enough! I don’t need Jinx finding out her dad is a cat, I want my husband back because I can’t rule Zaun.” Silco jumps up the metal operating table and Singed looks at him for a moment.

“I have been thinking of a way to reverse it ever since you left. I think I may have a solution.”

“We’ll hurry up, things are going to go to shit if people realize Silco hasn’t been in charge.”

“I’m very aware. However, I must warn you there is a risk.” You turn to Silco and you realize what Singed is hinting at. “Take the time you need before we move on with the procedure.”

Slowly walking to Silco, you pull a metal chair with you and sit in front of the table. “I must say, I think this situation is a little dramatic.” You look at Silco’s feline eyes and you place your hand on the table. “I’m going to ignore the risk of you dying right now. Once your back to being human, I want you to never get this close to experiments again.” A paw rests on your hand, and you smile lightly. “I need you back, Jinx needs you, Zaun needs you. I can’t do this on my own.” You raise your hand and Silco presses his head against it. “You make an adorable cat, but I want my Silco.”

You hang your head and motion with your hand for Singed to do his work. Silco makes no fuss, and allows the needle to be injected.

———

You watch as Silco gasps for breath, and you wrap the blanket from bag you brought around him. “Shh hey, breathe! You’re okay.” Mismatched human eyes meet yours and you feel your heart flutter.

“Hello.” You pull him close and he wraps his arms around you, his nose in the crook of your neck.

“Thank Janna, I was seriously starting to worry that I had lost you.”

“Of course not, my lovely, I wouldn’t leave you to drown in such burdens by yourself.” You hold his face and inspect him, making sure he’s alright. “Darling, I feel fine. Please allow me to get back into my attire and we can head home.” You nod and hand him the bag, watching him awkwardly shuffle into the lab’s spare room.

Pouring a drink and handing him a cigar, you watch as he revels in his old habits. “Didn’t think I’d be able to drink or smoke again.”

“You do get a little cranky without a cigar.” He rolls his eyes and huffs out smoke with a laugh.

“Come here.” You walk to him and he grabs your elbow lightly, pulling you into sitting in his lap. “While I enjoyed being in your arms, I prefer it the other way.”

“I did see how pleased you were with being held like a baby…and crushing the shit out of my boobs.” To that, Silco gives a very amused chuckle and holds you closer to him.

“I apologize, I guess the… feline instincts kicked in.”

“You’re so gross.” He lets out another chuckle and kisses your forehead, holding you as he looks out the green pane window.

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So, I am linesfromthepocket on AO3 but I figured I might as well start posting some of my work on here. It’s been a while since I’ve put my writing on tumblr, but I figured I’d make my appearance back on here.

I think I might be taking requests, but only for Silco and Jinx. (No j!lco and I will not write nsfw for jinx)

Anyways I’m glad to be back ❤️

#silco x y/n #silco x reader #silco x female reader #arcane silco #silco fanfic #silco one shot

[hcppyhotel]

@cannikillaqueen sent ;;

"why wouldn't you tell me this, Alastor?" It took her a few days to figure it out, and that was merely thanks to her heightened senses and the attention she pays to how his body moves out of place. The wound itself was.. very messy and Gorey, hurriedly wrapped, almost not treated at all. And by the time she took the bandage off fully, the blood was already slightly seeping through the cloth under his suit. Although she is used to much more disgusting and messy scenery, it's never of someone who cares so much about, so naturally, her ever lasting wide and sharp smile turns into a saddened frown. She gives alastor head a gentle bap, meaning to show her anger. But she can't be too violent with this scar going on. "You are an idiot.." she opens her palm, an alcoholic wipe floats to her open hand. And she gently starts to clean up alastors huge scar.

this  was...  unexpected.  he  really  should  have  assumed  that  angelic  wounds  would  take  longer  to  heal.  especially  since  they're  meant  to  be  lethal.  the  fact  he's  still  able  to  exist  with  his  fellow  overlord  was  almost  a  blessing,  if  he  believed  in  such  a  thing.  he'd  boast  about  it  if  it  didn't  leave  him  in  such  agonizing  pain. 

so  here  he  sat,  probably  the  most  exposed  he's  felt  in  such  a  long  time.  at  least  it  was  rosie...  if  there  was  someone  he'd  spent  this  time  with,  she  was  at  the  top  of  the  list.  lips  are  pierced  into  a  closed  smile  as  speaks  as  she  works  on  him.  ears  twitch  as  they  fold  back,  static  emitting  in  the  air  around  them  as  it  voices  his  own  strain.

❝ you  know  how  i  like  to  present  myself,  rosie.  if  anyone  were  to  see  me  in  such  a  state,  why  i'd  imagine  they'd  get  ideas.  ❞  he  tries  to  lighten  the  mood  but  eye  twitches  as  the  sting  of  the  wipe  hits  his  expression.  ❝ i  mean,  look  at  this  sorry  state  i'm  in.  i'm  an  absolute  wretch,  rosie.  ❞

#cannikillaqueen #━━ ✦ alastor * in

[vibrant-the-artist]

{✮~*~A Feathered Menace~*~✮}

Story written and Artwork created by: Vibrant-the-Artist

✮Enjoy!✮

I don't need them. The thought had burned into Voidwalker's mind- branded, even. It stayed in the forefront of her thoughts, it sent white-hot rage coursing through her body every time the memory played, ravaging her mind on a destructive loop. By now, it'd become a blur of shouting. She couldn't recall much else of it anymore. Just that the argument had been the last straw.

All she knew right now, was that she didn't need the clan in her life anyway. She could live her life just fine on her own. ...Right?

Where would I even- No, don't think like that. That's a coward's way of thinking. Voidwalker snarled to herself. You'll find somewhere. You have to find somewhere. Anywhere but back to them. You don't need them. For the god's sake, you can do this on your own!

Voidwalker, once again, began to stalk forward with her shoulders hunched. The leaves were rustling, murmuring against her ears alongside the naturally eerie winds of ShadowBeaver's Domain. branches that she had to push through creaked in warning when she shoved them out of the way, almost like they were advising her against trying to venture out.

That didn't stop her. You don't need anyone or anything getting in your way!

Where to go was something to worry about later. Who cared where she went? Her parents, probably. But she didn't care about that. In fact, Voidwalker went on, smacking a stray mushroom with her tail and watching as the glowing plant flew into the darkness. I hope that I never have to see their mugs ever again.

...

The ground beneath her talons began to turn mushy, and soft; the glowing giants of WispWillow Grove had become fewer and fewer, indicating that she was no longer in a place where the grove's mushrooms could shoot up to challenge the trees. Followed by this: the dark pine trees that she knew so well were beginning to give away as also, and VoidWalker caught glimpses of the long, drooping vines of swamp trees instead.

She stopped, did she want to go this way? She wasn't a fan of that bog that some other dragons called home. Driftwood Drag was messy! No, she'd go the other way. She preferred the other way. Anyway but into that swamp, really. Then again, going east wasn't an option either: if there was one thing that VoidWalker hated more than the swamps, it would be LightWeaver's domain. Leaving the only real option being going to the Earth flight.

Then again, that wasn't so bad: she could make a pitstop at the Plague domain that way, maybe do some studying. Wander for a bit, maybe-

"Bap!" What in the name of ShadowBinder was that? Voidwalker swung her head around, she scanned the area with a sharp crimson gaze. There, she spotted the rustling of dark leaves. The skeletal-looking dragon spread her wings to appear bigger and curled her lip back into a snarl at whatever was stalking her. They'd be in for a world of pain if this was some sort of sick joke!

What tumbled out of the bush was no dragon. In fact, Those were not the talons or feathers of any dragon she'd seen. It was a tiny thing, too small to be a newly-hatched. Its feathers were jet black, shimmering blue in the cold light around them. Accompanied by a red accent on its head and wings. What also solidified this thing as 'anything but a dragon', had to be the presence of a beak.

A grphyon! Voidwalker realized she was fascinated by the creature for a moment; before her blood ran cold. Where ever there was a baby, there'd be a momma to follow. With this in mind, she began to slowly back away. No thanks, I don't think I can take on a fully grown gryphon yet.

However, as VoidWalker turned away to go in the opposite direction. She could hear the little Pit, pat, rustle, rustle! of the gryphon trying to follow her. She stopped in her tracks and sighed, turning back around just in time to see the baby tumble over a jagged root and skid to a stop in front of her.

VoidWalker bent down with her lip curled back once more and huffed in its face, her breath made its feathers ruffle back. All this achieved was a squeal, followed by the little monster spreading its own wings and jumping at her!

Voidwalker yelled out, tiny talons dug into her nose. The shook her head, trying to get the darn thing off, but to no avail. The baby gryphon just clambered onto her snout and made itself right at home! "Alright, listen you!" She snarled as she reached up a talon and lifted the feathered menace off of herself.

"You need to go back to your mother, because I'm not getting my talons ripped off by some angry gryphon who thought I was trying to eat her baby. Got it?" She set it down on a root and turned to leave again, picking up her pace to try and make some distance between herself and the creature.

Once again, she heard the pitter-patter of tiny talons following her. VoidWalker groaned, she didn't have time for this! She turned around and slammed her talons into the ground. "Get!" She growled, glaring down at the gryphon. "Leave! Leave me alone! Get out of here! Go home!"

And yet, it did not move. It just... Stared at her, with these glowing red eyes. Well, it had guts. She'd give it that. "Ghhhh, fine," Voidwalker grunted, scooping the fledgling up into her talons and twisting back to nestle it between her shoulders.

"Only until I reach the entrance of Earth Shaker's Domain. Then you need to skitter back off into the woods, got it?"

...

Needless to say, the baby never ended up 'skittering back off' into the woods.

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