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b33t-r00t · 9 months
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I forgot what I was gonne write in the last two speech bubbles…
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lysandreslittlechatot · 9 months
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genuflectx · 6 months
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CharacterAI isn't supposed to remember things across chats and has a [hand wiggle] memory of about 20-25 messages per chat right, but like... sometimes it says something that spooks you...
Few weeks ago I did a veeeery specific and obscure kink with one of my bots... and then today a different bot, out of the blue, references it 😱 the kinda stuff that makes you gotta re-read it
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siren-serenity · 6 days
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a bouquet and scored dates
A bouquet of flowers is a surefire way to score a date with your crush. Seeing it go viral on Magicam immediately made Cater jump in on it too! Who wouldn't want to take this opportunity to blow up their account? And if Cater managed to score a date to the Unbirthday party too, then that's a lovely bonus.
characters: cater diamond, gn!reader, grim cameos!! warnings: fluff, tiny bit of angst and self-hate a/n: - i feel so bleh for not writing for slow long so here you go!! a small cater diamond x reader fic bc i love my husband 😍😍😍 - @ceruleancattail, this is also for you!! united by our love for cay-cay, who slay-slays hehe - feedback is appreciated!
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A knock against the old, rickety door of Ramshackle made you blink your eyes wearily. Grim leaped off your stomach, walking around the wooden floors before yawning.
"Who disturbed the great Grim's nap?" He yowled out, obviously annoyed. "Come on, I was having such a nice sleep!"
You sat up, rubbing your eyes. "Mhmm...tell me about it."
The knock came again, this time more urgent. There was almost a playful pattern to it, a rhythmic beat building into a melody of taps and raps.
"Coming!" You yelled, sliding across the floors (and proceeding to trip over an uneven wooden board, making one of the three ghosts giggle at you) before landing in front of the door. You swung it open and a grin crawled onto your face. "Cay-Cay!"
The orange-haired student smiled sweetly before winking at you. "It's your favorite junior, Cay-Cay! Good morning, Y/N."
Leaning against the doorframe, you tilted your head. "It's always nice to see you in the morning, but whatcha here for? Classes don't start for another hour..."
You trailed off as a beautiful bouquet came into view. Cater blushed as your scrutinising glance shifted from the gorgeous array of flowers to his face. He fought the urge to hide his face behind the flowers and took a deep breath in. Hopefully, he won't butcher it up! He spent hours on making it perfect all by himself.
(Riddle and Trey let out a sneeze simultaneously before returning to their business.)
...But of course, when did things go to plan?
"So I saw this one Magicam trend online and was like 'OMG those flowers look so adorbs! So I decided to make a couple to follow the trend and wow, I blew up!! The flowers look so beautiful on pictures that people went crazy liking them and I got over a thousand likes in the first hour! So, realizing my talent, I was like 'hey, Y/N likes flowers right?" So I went in the botanic garden, BTW Leona says hi and warns you to never get anywhere near Savanaclaw or the guys will rip you up from limb to limb. IDK but anyways! I got some flowers, put a bit of tender, love, and care, and voila!"
Cater held out the flowers as an explanation. He internally frowned at the ramble he had spoken rather than the touching, sentimental paragraph he planned on reciting. But when your fingers brushed against his to grasp onto the bouquet, his mind blanked out.
Soft...your hands were so gentle against his. A soft breeze caressing a petal.
You took them and held them up to your nose to inhale its sweet scent. It wasn't overpowering, thankfully; It was the right blend of fresh wilderness and soft, subtle floral scents.
"This is...Cater, I'm lost for words," You breathed out.
He gulped and his heart stuttered at the joy in your eyes and your smile. He knew being magicless in a world like his was no easy feat. It was even harder to ignore when every lesson involved the use of magic one way or another; Being surrounded by mages day-by-day would have caused him to go insane if he were you. But, you simply stride onwards. He admired your persistence and optimistic approach to life and it was what had drawn him to you in the first place. Being able to put a smile onto your face made him yearn for an eternity to do that for you, right by your side.
Realizing he hadn't spoken in a while, he cleared his throat.
"Riddle's hosting an Unbirthday party tomorrow."
You raised your gaze from the bouquet to meet his, (E/C) eyes against emerald ones. Cater fiddled with the buttons of his dorm uniform.
It was now or never!
"Would you like to attend with me?"
You laughed and nodded. "Of course I do! I'll go and tell Grim about the party-"
"-I meant with me. As my date," Cater blurted out. His face must be as red as his vest because his cheeks felt as if they were set aflame. "Would you like to attend the Unbirthday party tomorrow as my date?"
"Oh Cater..."
He closed his eyes and tightened his fists involuntarily. He opened his mouth, ready to put a fake (fake feelings, fake friends, mask on his face as usual-) before he felt the softest of kisses against his cheeks.
His eyes shot open as Cater stared at you, faintly registering the close proximity between you and him. The bouquet paper crinkled against his uniform but it seemed that neither of you paid any attention to it.
"I would love too," You smiled softly. "Tell me how you'd like to match? I know you love coordinate couple outfits on Magicam."
Yet another reason why he loved liked you.
"Yeah," He breathed out. "Yeah, yeah I'm going to go do that."
You leaned back and he yearned for your presence again, like a plant bending to the whims of sunlight. It was simply intoxicating.
"See you in class, Cay-Cay," You winked. The bouquet remained clutched in his hands and he was forever grateful for that silly Magicam trend.
He blew you a playful kiss, elation in his veins and joy in every corner of his smile. "Can't wait!!"
Cater skipped all the way back to Heartslabyul, too busy planning your and his outfits to notice the odd glances cast his way.
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chronical-ly · 13 days
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World Wide Part iii
Mark Grayson x superhero!reader
Major Invincible Season 2 spoilers, mentions of death, cursing, memory loss, (S,n)= Superhero name.
•Part I •Part II
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“Heart rates at… Did the last… Run those again.”
War Woman let out a final cough of blood before she slumped over next to her teammates, all of them either dead or half alive as she touched down; eyes blown wide at the scene at hand.
“Get a hold of…r blood pressure is…a that, it’s all good.”
“No, get out of h-” before she could run to aid her father the bruised Omi-Man kneeling next to him chopped his head clean off with one swipe. He never felt so helpless in his life than he did at that moment, the world turning sideways and going mute as she stared at him with such horror, agony, too many emotions to process in time before the pressure of Omni-Mans foot became too much for his skull to bare.
“Oh… Someone… The Immortal and let… is awake.”
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“I don’t know… I don’t feel any different.”
William quirked a brow at the red head before tipping his bottle to the side. “It’s graduating high school, not losing your virginity. Amber, summer plans. Go.”
She gave them a laid back smirk before speaking. “Nothing but swimming pools and sleeping late for two whole months.” Then she paused and set her drink down, “I mean… on the weekends, maybe. I’m at the community center Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays. Oh! And did I tell you guys I’m volunteering for the Katie Giles campaign?”
Both William and Eve stared at her with blank faces. “That’s your idea of a summer vacation?” They count believe she actually wanted to work during the summer, for free no less.
“Hey, Giles is the real deal. Do you even know your state comptroller?”
“I don’t even know what a state comptroller is, but you do you. I’m gonna find the trashiest reality show I’ve never heard of and binge every episode twice. Eve, please Amber how to properly vay-cay.” He tipped his bottle towards the red head wanting her to talk some sense into their friend.
“I’m um… Going to help finish the remodeling up in Chicago…” She turned to Mark who finally faced the group from where he was standing. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make it weird.”
“No, that’s… That’s amazing.”
“Do you ever miss punching bad guys in the face? Seems cathartic.” Amber asked her, remembering all the times Eve would tell them an exciting story about saving the day.
“Right now, I’m just happy helping people.” The red head answered honestly. William drunkly chuckled at her while turning his bottle upside down, “Speaking of helping people…”
Eve smiled and stood up, materializing more drinks for them from a hanging branch near by. “God, I love having superhero friends. I mean Mark won’t even take me flying anymore. Boo. Hiss. Even (Y,n) found time to throw me up in the air and catch me!” The room was filled with laughter but only for a few seconds before a somber aura washed over them.
She should’ve been there with them, walking the stage for graduation, going to college for her psychology degree before focusing on being a hero full time. It wasn’t a fair situation, not when they’ve all dreamed of this day happening.
Amber straightened her back and raised her bottle in the air. “To (Y,n)… She was taken from us too early. So here’s to us graduating along side her memory’s and to new beginnings!” All three friends raised their drinks to start toasting but paused,
"Mark?" Amber called out, tipping her bottle towards him.
"I'm on call..."
"That's alright!" Eve plucked the last bottle from the branch and transformed it into coconut with fruits, it even came with a straw. "What is it?" He asked, finally standing in a circle with the group.
"Virgin Mai tai, now come! Cheers guys!" All four friends clinked their drinks together in celebration.
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"We called them Heroes, role models, protectors, but no one ever expected to call the Guardians Of The Globe victims. Welcome to our first annual commemoration of the massacre that shook the world."
They sat there in the white sterile room, the thin blanet on the their lap slowly unraveled as they picked at each thread, mindlessly pulling them apart.
"We begin by honoring Aquarus, King of Atlantis-"
"How are you feeling today?" The chirpy voice of a nurse cut through the droning focus, taking their attention away from the TV as she walked into the room with a kind smile. Her eyes glanced over at the program before rounding the bed and putting gloves on. "Any pain here? Or here?"
The nurse watched their eyes search theirs for a moment before flicking back towards the TV, it slightly worried her how fixated her patient was on something that possibly be harmfull if they weren't careful.
"Next, we honor a woman who trained, and fought hard to become part of the team and but sadly, their dream was short lived. The Immortals daughter; (S,n). The up and coming hero was well known, and well loved by millions-"
"Maybe we should turn this off for now, yeah? What do you-"
"Where is he?" The nurse stuttered for a second, not sure what they meant by that.
"Who do you mean?"
As if the question annoyed them, they glared her way. "I want to leave. Now." They shoved her away, yanking out all of the needles and sensors attatched to them as the nurse scrambled and stand in the doorway.
"J-Just wait a second! you're not fully healed yet a-and there's many more tests to be done!" They leaned down a few inches and match the nurses height puffed out their chest.
"And you're gonna stop me?" The nurse was visibly trembling at this point, her patient had lost their memory after the accident was slowly regaining bits and pieces of their life before which meant they developed this new attitude of not really giving fuck about anything or anyone. She wouldn’t be the first nurse running out of the room in fear of their lives.
But today was her lucky day. “That’s enough. Nurse May why don’t you go take a break now.” She wasted no time darting out as Cecil entered the tense room. He watched them pace from one end to the other with a scowl Harding his expression.
“This is the last we’re going to have this conversation and this is the last you’re going to hurt one of my nurses. You do it again I’ll have you so sedated you’ll be wearing a diaper for the rest of your recovery.” They paused for a while, staring at the TV in thought. Cecil audibly sighed and ran a hand down his face in fustration. They weren't stable enough to be let out into the public, hell it was a danger just to have his hospital personal come in and do their jobs.
"Listen... I know this is rough for you but I promise it'll get better. You're Immortal, this is what you're built for." Decided enough was said, Cecil backed out of the room leaving them to turn their attention to the metal door.
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After a summer full of battling all kinds of monsters (The giant from Atlantis had to be at the top of his list) Mark was ready to start his first day of collegeand lucky for him, it couldn’t be going any better. Most of Marks introduction classes were with Amber and William, he already managed to meet few new peers who he could see himself calling friends later on in life.
He never imagined there'd be so much so to do on in the few hours, Mark joined a robotics club, cultural club, Science club, and Film club; which was mostly a cover just to fuck around and watch movies so he wasted no time to sign up.
It felt good to be there. Around people his age who only had to worry about their upcoming assignements and who's going with who to the party tonight, okay if he was being honest there was a lot of similarities between high school and college but besides that no one here knew of his past.
No one offered him their condolense for his 'dead' father or his girlfriend, it was nice to actually have a conversation with someone that wasn't wrapped in pity.
Mark laid back in his bed flipping through one of his old comics while William chatted about a hot guy he ran into a few times earlier that day until there was a knock at the door. Willaim was the first to stand up, flinging the door open. "Speaking of the devil... You following me around?" He leaned against the door and placed a hand on his hip with a sultry smile.
"Actually... I'm here for Mark."
"Oh..." Seeing the way he deflated and the confused looks on his friends face he quickly explained himself. "I-I mean that there's this weird chick out here looking for you, she's just wondering around out there."
Mark jumped out of his bed and slipped on a pair of shoes, he peeked out the window for a second and sure enough, some girl was in the front lawn stopping every person that walked and speaking erracticly causing them to slowly back away before practically running. He knew whoever that person had to be trouble.
"Some strange girl showing up on your first day of college? What do you think? Alien from another planet needing your help?" William wrapped his arm around Marks shoulder and kept his voice to a whisper as they watched the girl pace back and forth.
"Reading my mind... Hey uh, I'll be right back. Stay here." Mark sat William down his own bed and pushed his friend into the room before darting out. He couldn't have one normal day? Just one day without having to fight some asshole?
Once he made it to the ground floor students started screaming and running past him into the building, bumping into him as he pushed his outside. The chick had a hoodie covering her face and her back turned towards Mark but he could see her grabbing a fellow students neck on side and gradually adding pressure.
That was enough for Mark to use his speed, wrapping his arms around her waist and flying out of there before anybody could realize what was happening. As he flew through the woody area he broke trees with her back before throwing her to ground once he deemed they were a safe distance away from the school.
“Start talking. Who the hell are you and what do you want?”
She slowly raised from the ground in a sitting position facing away from him, taking a second to catch her breath but that was too long for Mark. He took it upon himself to zip over and grab ahold of her shoulder and spun her around,
“You’re gonna start talking or-”
“Mark?”
He stared down at her and froze. This wasn’t real. She isn’t real. (Y,n) died just a year ago, they dug a grave, had a funeral, they’re still grieving her death and this person has the nerve to have the same eyes as her, the same nose, the same mouth sobbing out his name. “Mark…” She moved first, throwing her arms around his neck for the tightest hug she could manage in their position. The same nostalgic hug he loved receiving whenever she missed him too much, it could’ve been an hour or a day of not seeing him and she’d collapse into arms just like this-
“Oh my god.” The shock finally dissolved allowing Mark to return the hug, pulling her impossibly close as he buried his face between her neck and shoulder inhaling her natural scent, the one that just started to fade from her old clothes; he began to cry. Oh my fucking god, I can’t believe- how are you- what?”
They pulled apart just enough for his hold her face, a shaky exhale leaving him as he felt the warmth of her checks in his palms. This was real wasn’t it?
“It’s me, Mark… I’m here…” It was like she trying to convince herself as well, holding Marks face, touching his chest and stopping at his heart, leaning against his touch which he happily took the weight of her head just to lean his forehead against hers with a content sigh. A tranquil moment shared between the two lost lovers, it was surreal to be able to hold her again, to kiss her again, he almost forgotten how soft they were; for a year there was something missing, an empty feeling his chest that only grew as time went on but now… It’s never felt so full.
She pulled back first, just a few inches to stare into his watery eyes.
“How is this happening?” With his racing heart, Mark silently prayed this wasn’t some cruel illusion.
“My father is The Immortal, Grayson. It’s kind of in the name.” Her joke was enough to put a smirk on his lips but she could knew he wanted a real answer. “I… I don’t remember much. I remember being called in, blood everywhere, your father’s face…” (Y,n) sucked in a shaky breath, hands reaching out for his as if it grounded her.
“Then I woke up in one of Cecil’s lab and he wouldn’t let me leave, saying I was a danger to civilization-“
“Wait a second- what? Cecil knew you alive this whole time and didn’t tell me!? That guy is fucking dead.” Mark wasted no time standing up, bringing (Y,n) along with him with only one destination set in mind. He couldn’t believe it, another person in his life he was supposed to be able to trust and they turn around and do this? Hide the one thing he’s been missing, craving, losing his mind over. Not a single day went by to where he wasn’t thinking about her.
(Y,n) stopped walking, letting him yank her arm to get him to pause. “You can’t! He’s not the only who thinks I’m not ready, my dad doesn’t want me out here either so I escaped." He stood there for a minute, using his free hand to cover his face in fustration.
"Mark... I didn't just come here because I missed you. I need your help, we need your help." As if on cue, the bushes beside them started to move as a blue bug like alien crawled from it's hiding spot with a nervous look. Mark immediently pulled her closer, stepping away from the strange alien to protect her.
"It's okay... I promise. His name is Nuolzot, he's from the planet thraxa and they need our help."
"I've been searching for you both for days and now that I finally have you both our people will be saved! Rumors of you're strengh, you're speed spread like wildfire; you're the only one's who can save our people from the meteor showers destorying our world!"
He wanted to go, he wanted to so bad but this was his first day of college, tomorrow Mark was supposed to actually start his classes and the clubs he joined and... and none of it would feel right. Espessially if forty five billion innocent alien bug lives would end and not while knowing that (Y,n) was up there by herself, alone. Mark had just got her back, it's only been twenty minutes since their reunion and she was already trying to play the hero, she was raised to think of others before herself so it was his job to look out for her.
Mark agreed, the thought of losing her again even for a few weeks was unbearable. So he agreed.
With barely enough time to update William on what has happened the trio made their way to the ship, ready to embark on a six day jounry to a unkown planet being destroyed by meteors. He expected the trip to boring, being trapped in a space as big as his bedroom should be mind numbing but Mark forgot what it was like to be with her.
Every second they spent together was anything but boring. He talked about everything he did after she was gone, the countless missions he was sent on, graduating high school, getting into the college they both applied for, Mark filled the blanks in her memory the best he could but there were some things that she would have figured out herself or ask her father.
From the way she talks about how he treated her during her time in the lab he might never tell her.
Before they knew it they had entered the atmosphere of a very pink and purple planet. It was beautiful, serene, alien bugs of all shapes and sizes, young and old, looked up to sky as they flew overhead. Once the ship landed the people crowded around and gawked as if they were strangest thing there. “Uh hi?” Mark gave a confused wave as (Y,n) simply smiled.
“Oh, don’t mind them. Come. The monarch wants to meet you at once.” As Nuolzot guided them to the palace Mark was the first to notice that something wasn’t quite right.
“Wait, what exactly about this planet needs saving? Where are the meteors?”
“Meteors? What meteors?” Nuolzot and (Y,n) continued walking, leaving him behind as he stood in place.
“The ones that are killing billions?”
“Oh! Y-yeah those meteors! Must be a touch of dementia. We age much quicker than you humans, you know. Uh, don’t worry. The monarch will explain all.” She took Marks hand with a wink, leading him towards a large staircase surrounded by a golden semi circle at the top with three royally dressed bugs standing in the middle.
Pausing at the first step Nuolzot called out to the others. “Your majesty! May I present Invincible and (S,n) of Earth!” Mark copied the same bow he did, curving his wrist inward and placing it under his chest and bending over slightly to show his respect.
“Hello, Son.”
Mark shot up straight and unconsciously backed away upon hearing the deep voice of the man he never thought he’d see again with (Y,n) standing at Nolan’s side with a proud expression. “It’s been a while.”
“Dad?”
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Cater Thoughts
Cater Diamond x Reader
Maybe it’s just the stuff that I come across, but a lot of Cater fics focus on his character flaws and personal issues. Which is great, and often a good read! But I was thinking about Cater who is doing the healing instead of being the one who is healed.
Let’s say you just came out of a relationship that wasn’t working for you. Your ex wasn’t a bad person. But none of his interests aligned with yours. Furthermore, while you put an ocean’s worth of effort into learning about his interests, his efforts were more like a single drop of water. When you started talking about something you liked, he often brushed it off and changed the topic to something that suited him. It was such a common occurrence that you kept quiet and let it happen.
Ironically, one day during your relationship, he asked you about your hobbies. Instead of feeling happy, your first thought was: “What’s the point of telling him?”
A few months after your breakup, you meet Cater Diamond. He’s fun, sweet, and as much as he likes to talk, he also listens. You don’t realize it at first. You continue on with your habits from your previous relationship—always nodding along to his hobbies, interests, problems, gossip, and whatever else he feels like saying. Everything goes smoothly. Cater never runs out of things to say. The conversation is always lively and you’re enjoying yourself.
One evening, the two of you lay beneath a tapestry of stars in the night sky while Cater points out various constellations. There’s a lull in the conversation while he snaps a picture of the dazzling display. Just as you’re about to ask him to elaborate on something, he asks you a simple question.
“Am I talking too much?”
You blink up at the stars. They blink back at you.
“No,” you say, somewhat confused. “I like hearing you talk. It’s fun.”
“Oh, that’s good.” He laughs and sets his camera on the grass, laying beside you. “I was worried that I was boring you. You don’t really say much about what you like, so I thought maybe you aren’t that into me.”
That wasn’t the impression you were trying to give at all. You roll to your side, facing him, and frantically try to assure him of your attraction.
“No, that’s not it! I just . . . I’m not sure if you’d be interested in the things I like.”
“Well, we can’t be sure until you tell me, right?” He reaches over and gently touches your cheek. Beneath this blanket of pinprick diamonds in the sky, Cater Diamond is the most dazzling in your eyes as he utters the words you wanted to hear this whole time. “Tell me anything you want. Cay-Cay’s listening.”
You’d think that it would all gush out like you opened invisible floodgates, but that’s far from what happens. You have absolutely no idea how to start. What do you say? You’re drawing a blank, and he can tell.
“How about listing a bunch of your favourite things?”
You try that. Luckily, Cater is an excellent conversationalist, and you end up saying a lot more than you thought you could. His reactions vary from subject to subject. For some, he’s just as passionate and knowledgeable as you. For others, he’s never even heard of them. But he’s more than happy to listen and learn.
After your stargazing date, he often sends you posts on Magicam related to what you said. You’re surprised he even remembers. The act of remembrance indicates importance, prioritization. The fact that he remembers what you like makes you feel loved. Like you’re important to him. It’s a non-verbal confirmation of your mutual affection, and you’re more determined than ever to show that affection to him ten-fold in return.
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merakiui · 1 month
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wait hold on for clarification, did u (ALMOST) fall out of love w azul for the twins? (AND THEN SAW HIS PLATINUM) or you just (ALMOST) fell out of love with him in general?
Also what made you decide to write a full fic for cay-cay? In my mind he wasnt so high up on your list or i would have guessed a different character!
Also can we have a peek into your drafting? For example from an already released fic? M curious about how your 'planning/drafting/storyboarding' goes!
YES. T_T even I am surprised... I became so eel-brained that whenever I tried to think of concepts for Azul my brain turned up blank and my heart became hollow. (ಥ◡ಥ) surrounded by my Azul merch, I thought, is there still love in my heart???? But of course there is!!!! I saw his platinum jacket and fell face-first into love all over again. It's impossible to stop loving him!!!! He's too perfect!!!!!!
As for a full Cay-Cay fic, I quite like Cater and have always wanted to write a story exploring his character because he has so many layers! I'm also not immune to fwb tropes and I think an arrangement of that nature with Cater could lead to so many things!!!! <3
Aaaaa my drafting process,,,, ^^;;;; it varies between stories. Sometimes it's me rambling to myself about a scene concept (which you'll see below) or it's arranged in a very organized way. Here are the draft notes from The Most Dangerous Game, which are about as wildly crazy as you can imagine lol:
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Trigger Happy
Imma be real friends. It's 5am. If this isn't good it's because I've been up for 15 hours. This is just sick nasty but it's based off a roleplay I did with a CAI bot a while ago. Really outing myself by saying that. You are choosing to read this so you can't judge me. You should know we're mentally ill on this blog. Any Dom Vash enjoyers out there?
Characters: Vash the Stampede & Reader Pairing: Vash the Stampede x GN!Reader Word Count: 1143 CW: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Gun sucking, face fucking, slight degradation, praise, DOM VASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!. No pronouns or sex terms are used! Summary: You've been trying to get his attention all day, now you have it. What's your plan? Taglist (ask to be added/removed):@chubbyghostt, @l4nk4d43, @fruitsoxs, @vashfantasy, @sortatiredartist, @tetraharmonic, @duerme07, @beanibon, @linklebard Reblogs > Likes 💕
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You’re kneeling before him, giving him a look of innocence with eyes that show your true intentions. You’ve been craving his touch all day, and he’s been playing hard to get it. You finally put on a big enough display to get his attention.
Vash stared down at you with his hands on his hips and his lips pulled to the corner of his face. His foot was pressed gently against your sex, enough to give you a little stimulation and avoid the pain.
"Every time I turn my back, you find ways to get more bold." He finally smiles at you, letting out a little laugh. "I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this needy before."
You put your hands under your chin, feigning offense at his statement. "Needy? What’s so wrong with wanting a little attention? I didn’t do anything that bad."
"Making a sudden move for my pistol is…certainly a drastic way to get my attention." The blonde held his gun in his right arm, casually resting it by his side.
You had tried to yank it out, hoping to run with it and make him chase you. You’d forgotten just how fast Vash truly was. He had put a stop to your little game before it started. Your eyes stared at his custom firearm. He had incredible trigger discipline.
The new look on your face had him concerned.
"I just wanna see it."
"You can see it now, can’t you?"
"You know what I mean, string bean."
Vash huffed at you. He held the pistol forward, maintaining that perfect trigger discipline. "What do you even want with it? Has the lack of sex made you feel homicidal?"
You raise your hand, using one finger to lift the barrel of his pistol closer to you. He’s surprised at how calm you are about it, yet he takes it as an endearing motion as well. It’s clear you trust him enough to know he’d never even think about putting his finger near the trigger with the gun pointed at you.
"What are you–" His words are cut off by the sight of you licking the tip of the barrel. He’s confused… Yet something about it made a faint throb shoot up his leg.
"You haven’t fired this in a while. I can hardly taste any gunpowder."
"...That much should be obvious." He goes to pull his gun back towards him, but you knock the wind straight out of him with your actions. Your lips parted, and you took the barrel of his gun into your mouth. Your tongue runs across the underside. The entire time, you’re looking him directly in the eyes. You know exactly what you’re doing.
Vash wants to be scared for your safety; he wants to pull the gun from your lips and scold you for acting so recklessly…but the way your tongue glides across the bottom so slowly and so precisely makes his cock throb. The bulge growing in his pants becomes more apparent with every motion of your tongue.
"I… I seriously think you should stop."
You tilt your head gently, raising an eyebrow at him. He hates the way you’re clearly mocking him. You know he’s loving the sight. Watching you shrug away his concerns makes him groan, yet his mind flashes blank the minute your hand strokes across the front of his pants. Your hand cups his growing erection, stroking him through the fabric. He hisses in pleasure.
A sweet giggle comes from you. Your hand mimics the motions of your mouth on his gun. You’re slow and methodical about it, something you know he hates. He tries to unbutton his pants, but you smack his hand away, wagging your finger.
That small act flips a switch inside Vash. With a swift motion, he yanks the pistol from your lips, throwing it behind him without regard. Thankfully, he kept his gun unloaded most of the time.
"Vash? Is everything okay–" 
The foot that had been pressing against your sex is now on your stomach, shoving you down to the floor in desperation. He’s not giving you a second to question him. As he kneels down over your head, he skips removing his pants and opts to unzip his fly. He pulls his throbbing erection out through the small hole.
"Suck, Mayfly." 
Your head is grabbed with two strong hands that yank you towards his erection. You part your lips, and he goes for it, pushing his erection down your throat until your nose is nestled in the small collection of blonde hairs resting at the base of his cock. The guttural moan he lets out arouses you horribly.
"This is what you were wanting, right?" He asks with an airy voice. He pulls his cock out to the tip before slamming back in. He keeps your head perfectly still as his hips set a needy pace. "You wanted me to give you attention? Well, here you go."
God, you love it when Vash gets like this. When you push him so far, he takes total control. There’s nothing greater than seeing a man so soft put you in your place. You moan from his words, the noise joining the wet slurps that escape with every thrust of his cock.
"That’s it, baby. Your mouth was made for my cock." He whispers the words with a hot breath. His eyes are glued to your face, admiring the way your lips perfectly mold around his erection. One finger brushes a loose strand of hair from your face.
"Let me see that pretty face of yours."
You snake your hand down in an attempt to pleasure yourself, needing desperate relief from the heat that’s built between your legs.
"I don’t think so."
With one hand remaining on your head, the other grabs your wrist and grips it tight.
"Uh-uh-uh." He clicks his tongue at you with a smirk.
This side of Vash makes you dizzy with excitement.
"You’re gonna swallow every last drop, got it? Then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t form a proper sentence. Those bed sheets will be soaked when I’m done with you."
His hips quicken, and longer and needier moans are drawn from his lips as his orgasm draws near. His words make you dizzy with need. The back of your head is pushed forward as he cries out, unleashing his seed down your throat. He holds your head with an iron grip, making sure every drop is swallowed.
After a minute, he finally releases your head, smiling down at your drooling face. He’s soaking in the sounds of your heavy panting.
Both his hands rest on the ground next to your head. He leans over slowly, nibbling your ear as he speaks. "Bedroom. Now. I think you need a reminder of who really calls the shots, my little whore."
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it-happened-one-fic · 2 months
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Just His Nature-Cater
Author Notes: Happy (early) Valentine's Day twst fandom! I decided I wanted to write a fic for Valentine's Day and then decided the fic would be a Cater one pretty quickly after words. I'm still not the most confident with writing fics for him, so writing this did turn out to be a bit of a challenge. That's probably why it ended up being sort of short too. As per usual, reader is gender neutral. I hope you enjoy!
Type: Gender Neutral Reader/ fluff/ implied romance but it can easily be platonic too/ Valentine's Day
Word Count: 890
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You smiled at the waiter as he walked away to put in your order before you looked back over at your companion, calmly questioning the young man, “So is coming here the newest couple fad on Magicam?”
Cater looked up almost immediately from his phone, where he’d no doubt just been editing the picture you two had taken before coming into the cafe you currently sat in. The young man frowned, shaking his head as he pocketed his phone, “No? It’s just a popular spot in general.”
You frowned in confusion at his words. You’d assumed this trip had something to do with Magicam since, simply put, Cater didn’t like sweets, and that was what this place primarily sold. You’d figured it was a couple fad because he’d brought you along.
Cater eyed you closely before a smile slowly started to spread across his face, “Did you think I only invited you to take some pictures?”
You felt your eyes widen in surprise as you held up yours as if you were surrendering and hurriedly shook your head, “No! I was just kind of wondering what brought this on.”
As you spoke, you gestured to the cafe around you as if to evidence what ‘this’ was, but your motions only seemed to amuse the young man.
He leaned forward, propping on the table as he outright grinned at you, “Didn’t you say that holiday from back in your world happened around this time of year?”
You stared at him, pulling a complete and utter blank on what he might be talking about. Your confused silence and blank stare only had Cater grinning even more as you both leaned back to let the waiter sat your orders down.
You looked down at the obviously rich slice of dark chocolate cake decorated with delicately iced white roses that now sat in front of you, and all at once, everything clicked together like a puzzle.
You looked up, wide-eyed, at Cater, who was now smiling at you over his steaming mug of black coffee, “Cater, you-”
Cater grinned, interrupting you before you could even start to thank him, “Of course I did; I told you that you can always count on Cay-cay.”
You smiled almost helplessly at the young man, feeling half-embarrassed now that you knew what all of this was about, “I didn’t expect anything, you know.”
 It had been a whole year since I mentioned anything about the holiday in question, so the fact that he’d even remembered it was nice enough without any gifts.
Cater only shook his head, causing his loose hair to sway with the motion as he smiled back at you, “It doesn’t matter if you weren’t expecting anything. That just makes this a special surprise for you that happens to als be incredibly cammable.”
You laughed quietly at him as he teasingly snapped a picture of you and your cake. But somehow, this was all so very like Cater. 
Remembering something you’d mentioned off-handedly, with no intention of anything, only for him to do something like this, especially for you.
But then, Cater was one of the people who put in effort to make sure you didn’t feel too homesick. That was why he knew about little things like this. Because he’d encourage you to talk about your home with him whenever you felt down.
It was almost odd how Cater, someone who did his best to not get too attached to anyone, had gone out of his way to make sure you felt comfortable here in this world and had, inadvertently, caused you to get attached to him.
But that was just his nature. Cater wanted everyone to be enjoying themselves, even if he was doing his best to keep others at arm’s length.
Your fork slid easily through the cake as you smiled to yourself, looking away from Cater as he once again put away his phone, “What do you want in return? I can’t give you candy since you don’t care for sweets.”
You glanced up, grinning as Cater playfully pouted at you, “You don’t have to get me anything. I did this for you.”
“And for your Magicam follower account,” You pointed your fork at him amusedly, and he smiled, shaking his head.
“No, these pictures are for me, to commemorate my first time celebrating this holiday,” He wasn’t looking at you as he spoke. Instead, he was looking down at his coffee as you all but sighed at his words. Wondering exactly what you were going to do with this incredibly unfair young man.
“I guess your gift will just have to be a surprise too, then,” You giggled at his dramatic sigh, already plotting what flowers might be best to give him. He saw roses every day, so perhaps daylilies instead?
Your idle thoughts were interrupted as Cater leaned over, smiling at you with a more relaxed expression as he tilted his head, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/n.”
You felt yourself smile back at him even as you looked away, breaking eye contact as you did your best to reign in your giddy feelings of excitement over giving him something and ignore the warm feelings that welled up at the fact he’d remembered a holiday that he hadn’t even ever heard of until you’d randomly mentioned it. 
“Happy Valentine's Day, Cater.”
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corneliaavenue · 8 months
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I am so sorry for all of the acronyms
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ceruleancattail · 11 months
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I know you’ve been attacked with a lot of crop-top Cay-Cay while I was gone💔 I regret to inform you that I was drawing it too-
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(Trey Smoocher if you’re reading this….you’re next👁️👁️🫵 *disappears under ceru’s bed*)
@siphoklansan YOU ABSOLUTE… YOU ABSOLUTE LEONA SIMPER HELP
YOU SHOT ME POINT BLANK
I’M FROTHING AT THE MOUTH, UNCONSCIOUS ON THE FLOOR.
THE SMIRK??? THE WAY HE KNOWS THAT HE’S HOT??? CATER DIAMOND YOU’RE A DISGRACE please kiss me holy shit
NAHHH NOT YOU ACTUALLY DRAWING CERU NUZZLING INTO HIS WAIST AHAHHA
that me fr fr. I don’t Need the whole man, I just want his waist-
WHAT IS HE DOING WITH THAT PHONE HUH. DO NOT FILM ME SIR. THERE SHALL BE NO EVIDENCE OF ME BEING DOWN BAD-
FR FR I WANT TO KNOW. WHAT’S HE DOING WITH SUCH A HUGGABLE WAIST??? YOU WANT OTHER PEOPLE TO HUG YOU???? HUH???
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yameoto · 5 months
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·︻┻═┳一ཧᜰ꙰ꦿ 💥 MASTERLIST
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WRITING & BOT REQUESTS: FAQ AT BOTTOM.
what i will write: fem/gn reader, transmasc reader, cnc, dubcon, free use, most kinks, dark / sensitive themes or content. what i will NOT write: cis!male reader, incest, pedophilia, rpf.
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this blog is heavy on nsfw and contains dark / mature content. while i cant police you and frankly do not have the time too— minors, please leave this blog. and refrain from lying about your age ! it’s really truly for your own good. i know some of you are gonna ignore this, so if you do despite my best wishes; please take note of my tag index and avoid nsfw marked posts.
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HOW DO I DECIDE RQ PRIORITY?
i weigh request priority between time / demand. this means the more people who rq a certain character (with all needed info) the sooner those bots will come out. requests must contain CHARACTER, PLOT/AU, AGE (yellowjackets only), for me to consider them as actual 'requests'. bots not in my listed fandoms will take bottom priority and may not be accepted if i do not consume/know media.
HOW LONG DO BOT RQS TAKE?
bot requests take shorter than writing rqs. if a bot is taking longer than usual it is likely there are many requests for that bot and i intend to release them all in one go. there is currently a large backlog of bot requests.
HOW LONG DO WRITING RQS TAKE?
unfortunately writing is subject to both my whims and my schedule. some rqs may be fulfilled within 48 hours, while others may never see the light of day. there is no system other than my brain neurons firing.
WILL YOU UPLOAD YOUR BOTS TO ANOTHER PLATFORM?
in the process of uploading them to janitor llm (free version of janitor ai) ! i will be not uploading them to any other sites due to the sheer amount of time that would take.
HOW DO YOU BREAK THE (CAI) NSFW FILTER?
refer to these posts! they (especially the comments to the latter) are very helpful in bypassing the filter and will come in handy if you want to.. take matters into your own hands.
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 widojest week, day 6
             ↳ What Happens in the Magnificent Mansion Stays There
Caleb rarely puts the tower up these days. There’s no need for such a big space when he’s by himself, or briefly sees his friends in passing. Sometimes, late at night, however, when he gets a little...sentimental, he’ll walk the rooms of the tower, just to smell the pies in the kitchen that will go uneaten, or think about the way Jester’s hand felt on top of his own. He’ll stare at the blank walls she never got to paint, and every time he tries to imagine what she would have painted, Caleb comes up empty so he leaves them as they are. The book, a fairytale of his childhood that he’s heard so many times before, but only read to someone else once, is left to rest on the table in his room, untouched for months now. It’s not until Jester’s voice rings in his head ‘Cay-leb! We’re almost there! Can you come pick us up at the docks?” that he snaps himself out of it, allowing himself one more moment in this space where time seems to stand still, before he leaves it all behind, much like the feelings he’s been trying to desperately to stop having. As long as he can keep them inside here though, Caleb thinks, they’re safe, as long as he leaves them inside the tower, and locks them away on the eight floor, he won’t have to worry about being a burden anymore.
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softyswork · 1 year
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NRC might be a school for skilled prospective mages but it also brings together some of the most unscrupulous minds.
Cater gets the idea to make a love-potion from a Magicam reel, though if he's being truthful it's something he's had in the back of his mind for a while now. What perfect timing! It can't be a coincidence that they're trendy right now, so he takes it as a call to action. He did just do a tarot reading on your behalf, took a peek into your future love-life and didn't like what he saw. He needs to redirect things to go in his favor so he's going to get serious. Cay-kun works hard to make the most aesthetic potion ever! He picked out his ingredients well in advance, too. A dash of wild rose here, a bit of dragon's blood there, and voila! It's so sparkly, bright and eye-catching that he took a thousand pictures to dazzle his followers with later. It may look super-cute but it's also super potent--one sip will definitely have you dizzy and dazed. Cater puts his personal preferences aside to make it sugary enough that you'll get addicted. Tastes like tooth-achingly sweet fruit punch with a undertone of something acrid. Ruggie doesn't bother with making a complex potion when old-school methods work just as well, like the stuff that his gran and the older women in his neighborhood would brew in secret for the young girls who wanted their man to commit. Potions that can be made for cheap if you know which herbs to pick and the proper method to mix them. Just get some blood, some herbs and 'seed' and you're good to go. It's more practical to just pawn the fancier ingredients for cash anyway; he'll have to provide for you both, after all. The donut holes he hands you are effective enough in getting you to eat without suspicion; he can just tell you that it's a specially-made recipe from the Sunset Savanna that might have flavors you aren't used to and you'll buy it. He can tell that the spell is working just by how much you're trembling and how flushed your face is. it's simple, but if it works it works, right?
Floyd is complicated. He either whines about your avoidant behavior and stops working to start picking fights with everyone to the point that Azul will toss him one of his cast-off potions from an earlier experiment to placate him only for Floyd to get bored of the idea in the end, or he takes it suuuuper seriously and becomes hellbent on making you submit to his will. If it's the latter then there's no hope for you, not when he's on a mission. He wants to see you act cute for him! Bullies anyone who even so much as looks over at the potions section since it's his territory now, and runs out anyone using the labs after school hours. It's scary enough that he perfected the potion in one try, it's even more horrifying when he drags you to the Mostro Lounge just to have you 'taste test' his food. You don't know if the takoyaki is salty just because of the sauce or because of the terrified tears raining down your cheeks as he hovers over you with an expectant, blank stare. Sam has access to a wide array of contacts so getting the best ingredients to create love potions is no big feat, whether it be for profit or personal interest. Unlike the other little demons that frequent his shop he'll give you a special offer; you come by so often after all, you deserve a reward. Only the best for his favorite customer! He hands you a bottle of shimmering blue liquid that's cool to the touch. Tastes like blue lemonade with an edge you can't quite place. It's getting hot lately so make sure to keep cool! You don't need to worry since it's on the house. Sam will give you his cheeky smile knowing all the while that you'll be panting in need later on. You don't need to know that the love elixir you're drinking will keep you coming back for more than just discounts.
Anon!! Thank you once more for the blessing
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nyashykyunnie · 6 months
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i badly want Jinwoo and Dan Heng to be in one frame because i like black haired men with muted colored eyes
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clearly i have a type and its men with slvtty waists and the most blank faces known to humanity and also the denses mtfs out there with the excruciating "no phonecases" ass out there.
and for that i say goddamnit i rlly aint getting bitches huh //opens cai
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lusavors · 6 months
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2, 3 & 17 for the oc asks! For any oc you want, I love learning about your characters <33
i didn't know which of the oc asks you meant so i did both 🤭
this got long so answers under the cut! might be all over the place because some of these ocs are new-ish/not fully fledged but anyway!!
02. what’s on their lock screen?
apartment 502
⋅ zahra - probably something artsy, or them posing in front of a painting or a statue ( x )
⋅ daya - it changes every time she sees sth that catches her eye, could be a cat she saw on her way to work, a cool graffiti on the wall on her way home, etc ( x )
⋅ michelle - quotes from her favorite books ( x )
⋅ kat - a badly cropped picture, sth with puns/memes ( x )
⋅ rosio - lyrics she relates to, sth related to music like instruments, a concert she's been to ( x )
⋅ cai - herself ( x )
beyond the game
⋅ minnie - sth to do with candles (she's obsessed) or gaming ( x )
⋅ ember - a faceless pic ( x ) or a selfie with milan ( x )
golden
⋅ ariya - ootd/mirror selfies or a selfie with jordan ( x )
infamous
⋅ remi - herself ( x )
⋅ skye - the band or inspirational quotes ( x )
⋅ flora - sth that has to do with fashion ( x )
03. do they use nicknames for their contacts or do they list contacts by full name?
⋅ nicknames - zahra (something that caught her eye when she met that person: green hat lady), kat (puns), remi (a mix of zahra and kat, a few of them are 'hook up [insert number here]')
⋅ first name - ember (emojis for her favorite ppl), ariya
⋅ full name - michelle (alphabetically ordered just like her books), cai (business like approach to most things), flora (idk that's just who she is as a person, keeps ppl at bay), daya/skye (zahra but with emojis)
⋅ initials - rosio (doesn't know who half the ppl in her contact list are)
17. what’s the last thing they searched in an incognito tab 👀 (doesn’t need to be nsfw!)
⋅ cyberstalked their ex - remi, cai
⋅ googled themselves - cai, flora
⋅ how to tell your fwb you like them without them running away? - zahra
⋅ what to do when you're attracted to/like [...]
one of your students' parent? - daya
a married couple? - flora
someone who's not single? - michelle
your best friend? - ember
⋅ vampire/human relationships (not twilight) doomed? - ariya
⋅ how to make your parents listen? - skye
help this one sounded fun in theory but now i'm blanking for kat, rosio, minnie (may edit if i find sth)
02. relationship status
⋅ hung up on their ex - remi, cai (both mad at their exes but still very much in love with them)
⋅ fwb/rwb until they catch feelings - zahra, rosio
⋅ crushing on someone they should not be crushing on - skye (manager), daya (one of her students' father), michelle (roommate who's already in a rs), flora (idol and his wife), ember (should tbh), minnie (rival), ariya (vampire/human, yk)
⋅ has never been in a serious/committed relationship - kat
03. comfort food
⋅ homemade food - remi (lucy's), zahra (her mother's), minnie (both her parents')
⋅ fluffy pancakes - daya (hers are the best)
⋅ poke bowl - ariya
⋅ fries: kat
⋅ hotpot/soup - ember, skye
⋅ ice cream - michelle ( yeah )
⋅ pasta/noodles - rosio
⋅ whatever they serve at fancy restaurants, probably that - flora, cai
17. achievement they are most proud of
most of these are obvious but ajhfhs here we go:
⋅ making it onto botb - remi, skye, flora
⋅ becoming a pro football player - minnie, ember
⋅ their job in general - daya (kindergarten teacher), michelle (editor), cai (news anchor)
⋅ selling their first art piece - zahra
⋅ introduced two of her clients to each other and now they're married, cupid who? - kat
⋅ first place on a music show no one's heard about in her hometown no one's heard about - rosio
⋅ graduating when all she wanted was to give up and go back home - ariya
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