#cheese writes

[cheesemctoastnuggets]

Headcanons For!!! Error!Sans!

One of the only two people in the multiverse who know of Ink having no soul

He literally questioned and investigated it for days after he found out

It knows just because his attacks can grab onto people’s souls, but he couldn’t grab Ink’s

No one believes Error about Ink not having a soul, only Fresh, but this just irritates Error

He/It pronouns, and probably a-spec as well, what, you thought he could stand a relationship, he can barely stand physical contact and friendships, much less that

Probably Autistic, or some form of neurodivergent

Man-Child

He rarely drinks, since in the Anti-Void, it removes your need for food or water, but when he does, it causes him to glitch out

When he blushes[embarrassment], a windows error sound is heard

Hates scissors with a BURNING passion, Ink have used too many against him

Has an entire phobia of Fresh Sans

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral or Chaotic Evil

K1dn_aps Swap on a monthly basis

He’s not on Nightmare’s side or Dream. In fact, has likely tried to k1ll both of them

Earned the nickname Glitch from Ink

Feels bad about Blueberror, doesn’t know why

Swap’s been teaching him on how to be a good friend, but Error still can hardly stand other people aside from himself or Swap

He brought Swap the stuff to spike the nog in CPAU

Near-Sighted

#utmv #sans aus #error #errortale #error sans #undertale au #cheese writes

[writting-for-a-chain-of-heros]

A Foggy Morning With Hyrule

Summary:You and Hyrule cuddle together for warmth while on the last watch as the Chain are sleeping & have much needed alone time together to relax in each other's embrace.

Tw: Making out but mostly just fluff & cuddling

pairing : Hyrule x gn!reader, established relationship

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There was a smell of pine wood and wet earth that hung with the cold, moist air that filled your nostrils as you took a breath in while staring out at the cold, cloudy, gray morning sky. The sound of pitter-pattering leftover rain water could be heard dripping down from the leaves and branches of the trees around, hitting onto the roof of the mostly improvised, makeshift tent hung over as a form of shelter. There wasn't much to look at or see in your surrounding area, mainly because you quite literally couldn't make out anything past 10 feet that could even pass off as slightly coherent or clear enough to be more than mere vague silhouettes hidden in the vast and dense fog surrounding you. Well, you can't complain about it too much,having a thick fog like this in an unknown place in an unknown time period could be seen as a blessing in disguise in a weird way.Having cover against whatever danger was out there by making it hard to be able to get spotted so easily was beneficial, but then again, you wouldn't be able to spot or see anything that might be arriving to attack or sneak up on you so easily either,not so beneficial.

Instead you kept staring at the gray swirling clouds in the sky, which, ironically enough, didn't seem too different from the dense grey fog you had been watching for eons.Nonetheless you found it to be a lot more of a stimulating task than a worryingly dull bore as you challenged yourself to figure out if the cloud you saw in front of you was a tree or a deer but the slowly changing hues moving and intertwining with each other hypnotically before you were also why it seemed strangely more comforting than the anxious sight of a foggy, dangerous unknown.

Despite what would normally be considered a somewhat gloomy and dreary early morning sight, there was still something oddly relaxing in the seemingly unchanging, monotonous atmosphere displayed before you. At this point, you had previously decided that it would be better to just focus on hearing for anything that might arrive instead of straining your eyes to see what you most definitely wouldn't see coming (and maybe get your mind off of whatever unpleasant paranoid thoughts may have begun racing in your head from this). Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and began re-identifying and discerning what each sound around you was.

River. Wind. Water drops. Leafs. Branches. Birds. Rustling. Flapping. Fish. Snoring. Breathing. Your heartbeat. Hyrule's heartbeat.

You release a breath out and continue to go over the list repeatedly throughout the entire watch. Aside from the already-noted activity in the area, it was nearly dead quiet though the whole event, as neither you nor Hyrule had spoken or exchanged a single word with one another for hours since your watches had started,instead wordlessly decide to simply bask in one another's presents in silence. The two of you both sitting together, embraced, as you way comfortably against his chest, wrapped in his arms while sharing a single large warm blanket,wrapped together like a wonderful cocoon, with only the sounds of gentle, distant river water running coupled with the (well, mostly) quiet rustling and snoring from the rest of the sleeping party members a little ways behind you.

You felt a small, harsh wind blow come from the right, pushing bits of your hair with the cold air brushing past the exposed bare skin across your face involuntarily triggering a shiver to erupt down your spine and goosebumps to begin to form all over your arms. You pull the blanket around you closer as a separate pair of hands reach up to rub against your shoulders before one reaches out to push the strains of hair back in place and leaves a quick kiss to the side of your temple. Hyrule's hands shuffle you around at an angle to maneuver you closer to him, with your head now lying on his shoulder and parts of the blanket pulled over to have it over your head but not completely covering your face.Hyrule's face presses against yours, enjoying the warmth of your body as you curl up closer. Your eyes start to lull ever so slightly as you take in the smell of the forest and the feeling of being cradled by his loving arms.

The peace and quiet of the outdoors makes it feel like you’re the only two people in the world.

There was no fighting,no monsters,no training,no chattering sounds of your party members & no business or destiny to take care of. For just this moment it was just the two of you, sharing a special morning together, in this peaceful,quiet,magical setting.The cold air fills your lungs as you lay with him in content relaxation, your bodies still pressed closer together with the blanket to keep warm.Your fingers are intertwined as the fog disappears ever so slightly making way for the morning sunlight, turning the horizon into a small beautiful shade of crimson.

Despite your closeness and the blanket's warmth, your hands still tremble with the cold . Hyrule takes notice of this as he feels your hands shaking in his palms. He caressed them, almost like magic (or maybe it was), as the warmth of his touch instantly began to wash away your shivering. You gasp slightly at the sudden pull as he draws your fingers to his mouth, blowing on them one by one. His soft lips and the warmth of his breath makes you tingle with a shooting heat throughout your body. The feeling leaves you breathless, as though words could never describe this moment of such raw intimacy between you.

Hyrule wasn't always the most proficient when it came to romance due to his lack of social skills, but moments like these reminded you on how he could still make your heart pound out of your chest. As the shifted atmosphere lingers in the air, your heart continues to flutter as the hero's hands gently cradle your other hand, rubbing it to dispel the numbness.

His fingers brush along your skin, caressing your hand and filling you with an overwhelming warmth as your eyes stay stuck to his lips.

When you look up from his lips back to his face, his eyes meet yours and you instantly feel the connection between you both.

A rush of butterflies fills your stomach as your eyes lock with his, then he leans in and kisses your knuckles.

As you feel your fingers (and face) beginning to heat up, your gaze falls upon their lips once more and you can’t resist the urge to kiss them.

Your lips meet theirs and a feeling of intimacy blossoms within both of your bodies.You feel his lips pressing against yours, and your body is swept away by the wave of passion that washes over you. His touch is like a magnet, pulling you in closer and making you forget about the rest of the world.

As his lips meet yours once again after pulling away to catch air, Hyrule pulls you closer to him, his warm breath washing over your body like a caress.

You can feel the beating of his heart against your own, the beating of both hearts connecting as you make out tenderly.Hyrule strokes your neck, your hair and your back as you both kiss, slowly losing yourselves in the moment.

As the warm rays of sunlight shine through the fog, you feel the warmth on your skin, embracing you in its comfort.

The bird’s chirps are soft but loud enough for you to hear and they create a beautiful melody to accompany a wonderful,quiet, foggy morning.

#linked universe #lu #lu hyrule #xreader #fluff #my stuff #linked universe x reader #cheese writes

[itischeese]

New fic!!! I'm (kind of) back.

#kakaobi #nurt #naruto fanfic #kakaobi fanfic #cheese writes

[fontegagrilledcheese]

No Need To Be Nervous

Written for @thepassifloradiscord team bingo for the prompt sharing traditions.

Friday night movie nights had been a tradition of the Morhen boys ever since Vesemir had adopted all of them. It was a way for them to find common ground and bond in a non-destructive manner and Vesemir had encouraged it. As they started getting older the movie nights had begun to get stretched out, but they still made an effort to have at least one movie night a month. Lambert was nervous this month though, he had decided to introduce Aiden to his family, and that the family tradition of movie night would be the perfect time. If Eskel and Geralt could grow the balls to invite Jaskier and Yennefer, then damn it Lambert would do it too! Aiden didn’t seem nervous to meet his family at all though, he seemed excited and was practically vibrating in the passenger seat as Lambert drove them to Vesemir’s house.

“It's gonna go fine Lambs, I’ve never met anyone I didn't like, and you know I'm good at making friends.”

“I know… I don’t know why I'm so nervous about it.” Lambert whined back. He did know why he was nervous though. He and the old man had barely gotten along for a while after he’d been brought in, but he knew that Vesemir’s opinion meant a lot to him, as much as he liked to pretend it didn’t.

Soon enough they were pulling up to the house and Lambert wiped his hands on his pants.

“It’ll be fine Lambchop.” Aiden whispered, leaning over to peck his cheek. Lambert nodded and gave himself a shake to get rid of the nerves. “Alright, let's go.”

They got out and on the porch before the door burst open and Eskel and Geralt grinned at him. “I told you!” Eskel laughed, thumping Geralt on the back before rushing forward and crushing Lambert in a giant hug. “Awww Geralt, our little brother’s all grown up!”

Lambert wriggled. “Hey!” he shouted as his hair was mussed out of its style by Geralt.

“Indeed he is.”

Geralt held his hand out to Aiden. “I’m Geralt and that bear over there is Eskel.”

Aiden grinned and shook his hand enthusiastically. “Aiden. It’s great to meet you guys, I’ve heard so much.”

At that point Vesemir appeared in the doorway, watching the boisterous boys that he’d raised. “And who have you brought with you, Lambert?” he said after clearing his throat to get their attention.

Lambert finally wriggled free of Eskel’s  grip and went to stand next to Aiden. “Vesemir this is my boyfriend, Aiden.” he said, steeling himself.

Vesemir grinned softly at them. “I’m glad to meet you, Aiden. Why don't you come in and help choose the movie?” he said, moving to the side of the door and showing Aiden in.

Aiden grinned. “It’d be my pleasure sir.”

Lambert let out the breath he’d been holding, relaxing as he watched his lover and his father-figure move inside and start getting to know each other. Suddenly he was weighed down by a heavy arm thrown over his shoulder and his hair was tousled. “He seems like a good partner.”  Geralt said, nudging him. “You didn’t need to be so nervous.”

Lambert scowled at him. “Like you weren’t shitting yourself when you brought miss fancy pants around for the first time.”

Geralt hmmed and chuckled. “Maybe so.” He pulled Lambert inside as the brothers moved to the kitchen to get the movie snacks and drinks.

#the witcher #lambert #aiden #lambert/aiden #geralt of rivia #eskel #vesemir #meeting the family #fluff #cheese writes

[grisailledreams]

Uhhhh, oh god, @patchworkgargoyle tagged me in something called "The Last Sentence Game?"

Cheating a little since this is from an outline, but here you go:

They hop into Gemma’s car and leave, passing the still-dazed gateman, whose expression makes Gemma feel a little guilty.

From an early scene of The Chaotic.

Tag yaselves, fellas.

#cheese writes #writeblr #authorblr #last sentence game #the chaotic

[arieswritez]

vincible

vincible | mark grayson x gn!reader (fluff)

alright since you all asked so kindly here's the fluff from my last hc 🫶🏾 :

cw: slightly suggestive but nothing nsfw. that's all :D

"why's it looking at me like that?"

the two of you are in bed and with his weight pinning you down, you find it hard to concentrate on what he means.

your head's all fuzzy with the way he's been drowning you in kisses. he kisses you like it might be his last chance to do so: sweet, languid until they melt into something more feral. the way his costume hugs his body doesn't exactly help your concentration, either.

your body's warm as it soaks up his body heat - he's like a fucking furnace - and it yearns. . no. . demands for his attention. you ignore him, making a soft, impatient sound that sounds more like a whine as you try to guide his lips back onto yours.

however, he keeps his head turned to your right, staring at a spot on your bed and says, "what're you lookin' at, huh?"

you pull back, confused, then follow his line of vision.

finally, you see what he sees: a stuffed animal perched against your pillow.

you watch as mark squints at the toy, then, tilts his head and scoffs in indignation as if it's just hurled an insult his way.

"what'd you say?" mark sits up and away from you, puffing out his chest.

the plushie stares at mark with big, black, empty eyes.

you stare up at mark, confused, as he carries on his one sided beef with your plushie.

"they cuddle you while im not here?"

mark crawls over to your plushie and grabs it by its soft neck, his fingers wrapping around the entirety. he pulls it close, putting his nose right up against the toy's. "you wanna say that again, tough guy? don't you know who i am?"

"mark, what're you doing -" you giggle, leaning back on your elbows to watch the ridiculous display before he shushes you.

"hey, you stay out of this. i'll deal with you later." he snaps before turning his attention back to the toy. "oh, you don't care? well, let's see if you care about this -"

mark suddenly shoves the toy into his face.

he flops down atop your bed, wildly flailing with one hand while the other mushes the plushie against his face. he's comically good at it, too, looking like he's being mauled by some feral cat.

he's only emboldened by your uncontrollable laughter: grunting with effort as he rolls over the stuffy and delivers a few blows. even making his own sound effects before he rolls onto his back, your toy gaining the upper hand once again.

this time, he sits the toy atop his face and flails like he's being suffocated. eventually, his body falls limp. the hand that isn't holding the toy upright falling limply at the side of your bed.

your plushie's fought dirty and won.

"i dunno, mark," you manage to say between hiccuping laughs, "you seem pretty vincible to me."

"very funny." comes his muffled voice from beneath the toy. he sits up, stuffy still in hand as he fixes you with an accusatory glare. "laugh. yeah, laugh, while your boyfriend's being mercilessly beaten."

he crawls closer and he thrusts the toy in your direction, waving it side to side by the back of the neck, holding it at arm's length like he's afraid it'll attack him. "i guess you want him now, don't you?"

you raise a brow. "don't misgender my plushies, grayson."

mark retracts the plushie and flips it upside down, looking at its bottom. "oh, right."

you let out a chortle of laughter and he's on you in seconds: pinning you down and smushing the plushie against your face, making kissy sounds while you breathlessly beg him to stop.

#cheesing while i wrote this #god i wrote fluff what is wrong w me #mark grayson #made me SOFT </3 #invincible x reader #invincible #mark grayson x reader #do u know how hard it was #to find a pic of him smiling :( #give him a break already </3 #dont get used to the fluff tho #im writing smething rlly fucked up about him teehee

[baicaozhe]

under my skin 2022

#grass draws #body horror #trafalgar law #one piece #dressrosa #law one piece #can you believe I drew this in 2022 for a zine and then forgot about it until I saw it again in my files last night. the Swiss cheese brain #i feel like the writing could be better but overall it’s still a funny little comic heehee

[donelywell]

October 7 2023

One day, Sonic got into an accident while trying to show off and do daredevil stunts in a new zone. Unfortunately, he barely made it and accidentally broke his leg.

While being forced to sit around and recover, he got bored very quickly, becoming a nuisance to Tails who was treating his injured foot. Tails knew he didn't really mean to be a dick head, but it was beginning to get on his nerves as the stir crazy hedgehog was practically bouncing off the walls trying to find something to do.

With a glimmer of hope, Tails' communicator buzzed with Knuckles' message about their scheduled DnD session today. The kit completely forgot about it because he was trying to wrangle Sonic into sitting still to not ruin the cast. Something sparked in Tails' brain and quickly made a group chat with Amy and Knuckles to see if they were all down to playing Dungeons and Dragons for a quick one shot.

Amy pointed out that she was watching a sick Cream & Cheese today while Vanilla was out on a trip that she didn't go into detail with, so she couldn't leave the house for several hours to play. Tails pointed out that they could all go over to her house to play, and she immediately got excited, listing off all the things she was going to set up before they come over.

Knuckles was a little apprehensive, because he wanted to continue the story they were already playing, and he didn't want to leave the Master Emerald unguarded. Amy swooped in and said that the Chaotix owed her a favor for helping them with a case, so she could simply use the favor to have them watch the Master Emerald. Still unsure, Knuckles agreed, but pointed that he would make several calls through the one shot to make sure everything was okay on the island.

With everything planned out, Tails went over to Sonic to let him know what he got planned for them today. At first, Sonic was against it, saying he's not as into the roleplaying and numbers game as his little brother. Which led to Tails rambling first about all of the times the hedgehog has told him about that time he went to Camelot and fighting a Genie in a lamp, but then pointed out that it was either this, or sitting on the bed still with nothing to do.

Sonic immediately agreed after that, but embarrassingly muttered that he didn't need to do all of this just because he was bored. Tails huffed, his twinned tails twitching in mild irritation, that this was more for him than Sonic because it'd finally get him to stop bugging him while he was trying to do something.

Tails helped him get on his crutches and over to the Tornado, and running back inside the fallen-plane-made-home (base) to grab a large box of fidget toys and his DnD notes & premade character sheets.

While in the air, Tails rambled about how he's wanted to play this one shot he made for a few months now, how to play the game because Sonic has never played before, and tried to warm him to the idea of playing DnD with them more maybe down the line even if his leg isn't broken. Sonic just sat in the back of the plane, idly listening to Tails' ramblings while mindlessly playing with a fidget toy and feeling the wind in his face. Though the wind didn't feel as great as when he's standing on the wing, feeling any wind against his quills at all is refreshing after being cooped up for a few days at home recovering.

Once they landed just outside of Sunset City, Sonic insisted on helping Tails carry everything. The fox just looked at the injured hedgehog unimpressed but eventually caved and let him hide the DnD notes in his quills. Due to Sonic being in crutches, they ended up taking the subway over to the heart of the city to get to the Rose Family's Apartment. The brothers made small talk while walking, talking about what projects they're working on or where they plan to explore to next.

The duo made it to the apartment and noticed that Knuckles was already there, and laughed at the fastest thing alive being late. The blue blur fired back that he was currently out of commission at the moment and the subway station was having some technical difficulties. Red and Blue continued to butt heads as Yellow and Pink continued to set up the session table (coffee table). Tails only butted into the light hearted bickering to ask Sonic to give him the DnD notes back.

As the fighting calmed down, Amy revealed the snacks and comedically large box of costumes she has for everyone to wear to help them get into character. Tails revealed the characters they could choose, with Knuckles choosing the Cleric, Sonic the Fighter, Amy the Wizard, and Tails being the DM.

They all got situated in their costumes, character sheets, couch placements, and pillow arrangements while snacks, dnd dice, and fidget toys littered all around them.

It went great, Sonic quickly understood the rules and how to play the game, Cream sometimes came over to watch the battles they faced, Knuckles and Sonic only sometimes butted heads, Amy had a lot of fun getting in character and casting spells that wowed the table, and Tails was relieved that Sonic was actually having fun.

Tails laughed while Sonic and Knuckles were quipping back and forth again while Amy was in the kitchen making something for them all to eat for dinner, a soft smile formed on his white muzzle as he realized Sonic was petting the tail he absentmindedly rested on his brother.

We should do this more often, he thought.

#sonic the hedgehog #tails the fox #miles tails prower #knuckles the echidna #amy rose #cream the rabbit #cheese the chao #dungeons and dragons #sonic fanart #How on earth did I end up writing a short story out of this?? #It was just supposed to be a fun little drawing! #Geez I might actually do an update to this and make it an actual entire short story I could be really proud of

[cheesemctoastnuggets]

Headcanons For: Cross!Sans!

X-Gaster only called him Cross, due to knowing Ink Sans, and deciding to give his own Sans a different name

Tolerates Killer on a good day

Has a tattoo that Killer gave him

Sometimes, he tries to help Killer in the way Color does, when Color’s not there

Killer has called Cross ‘mom’ once, and he’s been MORTIFIED ever since

Alignment: Neutral Good

Canonically Bi

AU owned by Jael Penaloza!

#sans aus #utmv #headcanon #headcanons #cross #cross sans #x-tale #utaus #cheese writes

[writting-for-a-chain-of-heros]

Links divorce HC

Day 1:

Sky

Neglected  

Tw: Divorce, depression, neglect and a lot of angst

He really didn't know how it happened but one day you both had gotten into a slow routine where you were both acting more like roommates than a couple 

Or more specifically YOU stopped acting like his spouse 

It was slow at first, little changes here and there that didn't seem like a big deal at first but looking back at them they were warning signs he should have considered before the situation escalated into this.

At first they were complaints about how tired you had been feeling lately, how busy you had been with helping to repair the damages your era had faced by Dark Link plus his goons and how forgetful you had started being on time to your dates with Sky.

Then you started to slowly sleep in more during the morning,which Sky couldn't protest against too much since it meant more time for him to sleep but also more time to cuddle with you in his arms as you rested against him.

But soon after it got to a point where even HE was concerned with how many days you'd spend doing nothing but laying in your covers with the rare exception of work that was also on the edge of being forgotten in exchange for sloth.

He'd try to get you to get out more often by suggesting some of the things you loved to do together, unfortunately they also didn't work.

You want to go exploring? Sorry not today, your legs feel weak :(

You want to go flying? The weather is too cold/hot/humid/sunny, maybe next time 

Do you want to go spar for a few rounds? You have an upset stomach,your head hurts or you just don't have the energy for it today.

At some point you stop eating as much as you use to, in fact you're barely eating at all

He tries his best to be a good spouse by bringing the food to you in bed which results in you refusing to eat and leaving behind a full plate or only patrically eating it while leaving most of it behind 

Every time he'd try to question you on why you haven't been going out or caring for yourself he's met with either silence or a half answer excuse.

“Can you tell me what's been bothering you?” He'd ask

“It's nothing, I am just in a funk, I'll get out of it soon,Link.”

He doesn't want to push you beyond your limits and he genuinely believes you when you tell him those lines over to him

It's ok

You're ok

Everything is ok.

You're just in a bad mood, this will pass in time 

He just needs to give you space and comfort then you'll be back to the same old you from before.

He just has to wait and be patient.

That's what he tells himself for weeks as you slowly start to get worse and worse over time.

It was bad enough when you were both acting so distant but now he was less of a spouse and more like a parent now.

It has been 6 months and you had stopped do all chores, stopped feeding yourself, stopped showering, stopped working, stopped going on dates completely and stopped,well, basically doing everything except breathing

Sometimes you'd get up to go to the bathroom, maybe eat a little bit of the food Link had gotten you and that was it before you plopped back down to bed with the old stained blanket

The room would stink of day-old food that was barely touched and Link would have to be the one to toss it out while he did the dishes along with the rest of the household chores he had been doing alone for some time now.

He’d find himself having to drag you out of bed to clean you since you refused to do it yourself.

He'd change out the bed sheets,blankets, pillows you had been sleeping in for Hylia knows how long.

He'd brush your hair,brush your teeth,clip your nails, change your clothes,do the laundry & do his daily activities outside while you continue to show no progress

He tries to talk to you a few more times but you don't even bother to give an excuse anymore which leads to a lot of one sided arguments that only frustrate him more as the relationship becomes more strained.

He tries to get you to do couples counseling and tries to seek help from his friends to mediate the situation only for it to fail as well.

He wants to help you.

He really does but he doesn't know how.

But the most frustrating part of it all is that it seems as though you aren't even trying at all

After a year & a half of consistently trying he finally gives you an ultimatum.

You either seek professional help and try to get better or there's a divorce.

He loves you

He absolutely loves you

He wants to spend the rest of his life with you

But he can't stay with you if you refuse to do anything to change or improve 

He feels neglected

He feels alone

He wants the bright person you used to be to come back...

Please..

……

…..

The relationship ends.

#linked universe #lu #linked universe x reader #chesse tag #cheese writes #angst #lu sky x reader #lu sky

[froggydraws]

Filling out the Pokédex 📝

#my daughter egg n her brother cheese :) #featuring their weird uncle uhhhh (checks smudged writing) ibuprofen #pla #pokémon legends arceus #submas #subway boss ingo #subway master nobori #warden ingo #trainer akari #trainer rei #froggy doodles

[fontegagrilledcheese]

Oh So Domestic

Witten for @thepassifloradiscord Team Bingo Challenge for the prompt Domestic.

Jaskeir looks up at the sound of the apartment door shutting and bags being set down in the kitchen. “What has my big bootied roommate found for us this time?” he shouts to Geralt.

He receives a huff in response and Geralt coming into the room with a rum cooler in hand for Jaksier. “Well I got the usual selection of the usual suspects and found some of these rum coolers I thought we could try, as the summer lake trip is coming up and I know you don’t prefer beer.”

Jaskier grins and leans up to take the drink and kiss Geralt's cheek. “Thanks love, you know me well. I have the projector just about set up and the powerpoints are actually all sent to me on time for once, so I just gotta get them pulled up. Do we know an eta for everyone? Its Lambs turn to bring food, so he should be here soon.”

Geralt nods and ruffles jaskiers hair before returning to fridge the drinks. “Yea Lambs texted before I came up and said he’d be here in ten. Everyone else confirmed they’d be here around 6:30, so I’d say we have a full house before the hours up.”

Jaskier nods. “Perfect.” he plugs in the last wire and starts up the projector before turning on the speaker and hooking up his party hosting playlist before going to help Geralt in the kitchen. “Now that's a sight for sore eyes.” he chuckles as he’s greeted with a full view of Geralt's rather juicy looking ass as he bends down to arrange the drinks in the fridge.

Geralt laughs and stands. “Just for that you owe me a drink.”

Jaskier sticks his tongue out at him but hands over his drink anyway. “These definitely have more flavor than the seltzers I'll give them that. But nothing on a true mixed drink. There's still that canned quality.”

Grealt has a sip and nods in agreement.

Not 5 minutes pass before there's banging on the door. “Let me in dickheads or I'm eating all the tacos!”

“That’ll be Lambert.”  Jaskier laughs, going to let their friend in.

Lambert storms in with a massive box. “Tacos Lambert?” Geralt says, raising an eyebrow but clearing a spot for the giant box.

“You can’t tell me y’all aren’t tired of pizza. I thought I’d jazz it up this time for once.”

Jaskier follows with Aiden and another box of tacos. “You sure brought enough for an army.”

“Damn right we did. There will be no lack of food on our parts.” says Aiden, opening the box to sneak a taco. “These are some of the best tacos around though, Martinez really knows his stuff.”

As more of their friends start showing up, Geralt and Jaskier get in the swing of hosting as they always do, and once everyone has left and they stare at their oddly arranged furniture, Jaskier grins. “We could leave it for tomorrow?” he says, hip checking Geralt.

Geralt gives him a light glare, “if we do that it’ll never get fixed.”

Jaskier pouts, then sighs. “Fiiiiine we can fix it back, but first!” he bounces to the fridge to grab Geralt and him a drink. “Clean up alcohol.”

Geralt rolls his eyes but opens Jaskier’s can for him nonetheless before hip checking him back towards the living room. “Start packing the projector up while I try to remember what angle we had the couches at.”

#the witcher #geralt of rivia #Jaskier #geralt/jaskier #roommates au #lambert #aiden #the passiflora discord #cheese writes

[rinneverse]

꒰⚘݄꒱₊ 𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞 ! · · · ♡

— pairings: heizou, kazuha, dottore, itto x f!reader

— warnings: hickeys (obviously), heizou is a little shit (affectionate), suggestive content but pretty tame tbh, kazuha is a tits man i said what i said, dottore is a little bit (lotta bit) of a sadist, minor bloodplay (?) in dottore’s part, itto also nicks you but it’s an accident this time. this is not proofread btw EL O ELLLLL

— synopsis: how different genshin men like to mark you up.

— notes: technically a part 2 to what i posted on my old blog (found here!). i hope u guys like this as much as i enjoyed writing it <3. i may or may not have started losing steam around itto’s part so if it seems a little lackluster compared to the others, thats probably why and im sorry 💔 i’ll do him justice one day.

THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG! MINORS DNI, PLEASE AND THANK YOU. 🤍

✧˚ · . SHIKANOIN HEIZOU. ༉‧₊˚.

→ heizou is a playful lover.

→ he adores marking you up to let the rest of inazuma know just who you belong to.

→ can and will feign ignorance when you go to complain about the MULTIPLE markings blooming along the smooth expanse of your neck and collar.

→ “h-heizou, c’mon, you know it’s hard covering these up…” you murmur, lacing a hand through his soft locks as he grins lopsidedly against your collar. he responds by nipping at your sensitive skin, pulling a yelp from you.

→ as a response, you tug his hair back a little and the little groan he lets out sends heat straight between your legs. he grins even wider at you.

→ oh, heizou knows the effect he has on you. he knows how to play you so expertly, as if he were a pianist playing a masterpiece at a recital.

→ “pretty girl, i don’t want you to cover them up,” he hums, cupping your face with a hand. he strokes his thumb lovingly over your cheek. “all of inazuma should know you’re mine. i can’t have other men looking at you, right?”

→ your face heats up at his possessive words, pressing your face closer to his hand as if it’ll hide your flustered state from him. if anything, it does the opposite. he giggles and presses wet, open-mouthed kisses up your neck before he claims your lips with his.

→ maybe you would indulge him a little bit. maybe you’d try a little less harder on covering up the numerous markings littering your neck.

✧˚ · . KAEDEHARA KAZUHA. ༉‧₊˚.

→ kazuha prefers to leave hickeys in places only you two will ever see.

→ he doesn’t need the world to know the two of you are together. the quiet whisper of affection between lovers is more than enough for him.

→ that, and he thinks that it is much more intimate to have markings only the two of you know of.

→ “zu, that- ah! that tickles!” you gasp as he sucks a mark right by your navel, hands gripping the plush flesh of your hips as he grins up at you.

→ he kisses a trail up to your exposed breasts, trailing his hands up higher as he stares up at you with intense crimson eyes.

→ “would you rather i kiss you up here?” he murmurs, planting his lips on the sensitive skin of your chest. he sucks a mark right above where your bra covers you up from him, feeling your chest rumble as you let out soft noises of pleasure.

→ all the noises you made was like music to his ears, his incentive to keep going. “may i?” he asks, tucking his fingers under the band of your bra. you nod your head, but he waits until you verbally say, “kazuha, please.”

→ with a melodic hum, he unhooks the garment with practiced ease and goes right back to making the song he loves to hear.

✧˚ · . IL DOTTORE. ༉‧₊˚.

→ dottore is precise with how he marks you up.

→ it makes him feral, seeing you lying there below him, submissive and pliant just for him. letting him play with you as he pleases.

→ loves watching hickeys bloom across your skin, teasingly nipping at ones already prominent and sore just to hear you yelp.

→ every twitch, every sound you make, it burns into his brain. how could he ever forget anything about his beautiful little pet? marking you up so nicely for the other fatui to see. after all, they must know you belong to him and him only.

→ most the time, he’s careful with how hard he bites. we wouldn’t want to hurt you too much, now do we?

→ but occasionally, there’s a nagging in the back of his mind, telling him to do it, do it, you just taste so delicious. and on days when you act out, or days where you get on his nerves, whether you’re aware of it or not—he decides a little bit of punishment is in order.

→ so he gives in and bites down on the juncture between your neck and shoulder, just hard enough to puncture your tender flesh with his canines, tearing a cry from your throat. his tongue laves over the wound immediately, his senses flooded with the copper tang of your blood. he grins maniacally up at you.

→ “it’s okay,” he soothes you in response to your teary eyes, pressing a kiss over the angered skin. “you know i would never do anything to actually harm you. it feels good now after all, doesn’t it, my pet?”

→ he knows that you’re clenching your thighs together. he knows that you’re a little bit of a masochist—he wouldn’t have it any other way. you were his perfect little darling pet.

✧˚ · . ARATAKI ITTO. ༉‧₊˚.

→ itto is another one of the playful lover types.

→ he’s a little worried he might nip you a little too hard with his teeth, but a little bit of reassurance from you goes a long way.

→ that, and there’s that feral oni urge that nags at him to mark you up so that everyone knows you’re his. of course, he loves it even more if you return the favor, letting you add to the many red markings that already adorn his skin.

→ the gang is never surprised when the two of you emerge from some dark alleyway with matching hickeys at this point.

→ “itto, itto, careful!” you gasp softly as his teeth leave pretty little indentions on the smooth skin of your shoulder, the man in question letting out a little yelp before kissing it quickly (and gently) in apology.

→ “sorry bunny, you just taste so sweet!” he mumbles, kissing your temple. you smile up at him with adoration in your eyes.

→ “s’ok, you know i’ve never minded,” you speak softly, combing a hand through his unruly hair. his chest rumbles with what suspiciously sounds like a purr. you grin widely.

→ with the amount of times he’s accidentally pricked your skin, you’re used to it by now. you would even dare venture to say that maybe it felt good. just a little bit.

→ he hefts you up in his arms suddenly and you let out a squeal of surprise, your legs locking around his waist as his hands cup your ass. you drape your arms over his big shoulders as he grins at you.

→ itto also happened to be an insatiable lover—it must’ve been the oni blood in him. you were in for a long night.

© rinneverse (2022). rbs and interactions are super appreciated !!

#genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #heizou x reader #heizou smut #shikanoin heizou x reader #shikanoin heizou smut #kazuha x reader #kazuha smut #dottore x reader #dottore smut #itto x reader #itto smut #arataki itto x reader #arataki itto smut #cw bloodplay #not too cheesed with how i wrote itto tbh but its okay bc i love all the others. i will get my itto redemption arc soon i promise #☆ oakie writes #☆ c.heizou #☆ c.kazuha #☆ c.dottore #☆ c.itto

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

okay, ob jamil cookie

Smoked Cheese Cookie is even a consultant to a royal, has a sussy staff, AND mind control powers like Jafar… and is plotting to take down a golden ruler that he considers childish and not worthy of the position 😭 He has turned Iago into his headdress…

THIS IS JUST JAMIL'S COOKIESONA

#twisted wonderland #twst #Jamil Viper #CRK #Cookie Run Kingdom #disney twisted wonderland #notes from the writing raven #Smoked Cheese Cookie #Iago #Jafar

[shiganshinaslut]

Imagine watching Tengen jerk off OHMYGOD I WENT FERAL >.<

18+||MINORS DNI

You’re on your knees, red-faced and sitting politely with your hands in your lap as you try your best not to drool at the sight in front of you. Tengen’s tall frame towers above your own as you watch his hand slide skillfully up and down his cock.

You seem more embarrassed than he is, even though you’re the one who’s fully clothed and decent, but how could you not be embarrassed when you can see the pre-cum starting to drip from his slit and hear every heavy breath he lets out?

Tengen doesn’t seem embarrassed at all, simply reveling in your admiration of him with his signature grin gracing his handsome features (of course, he needs to be flashy, even at a time like this.)

“Like what you see, sweetheart? Mm, I think you’re enjoying this even more than I am. It’s cute how obedient you are, but the way you’re sitting there so quietly is so un-flashy! Looks like I need to train you a bit.”

#I almost burnt my grilled cheese because I got caught up writing this #the tengen brainrot has been absolutely atrocious lately #he’s so inherently whorish #he makes me feel like I’m in heat #Tengen thirst #Tengen smut #tengen x reader #tengen uzui #tengen x reader smut #uzui x reader #uzui smut #kny x reader #kny smut #demon slayer #demon slayer smut #kny thirst #hashira x reader #uzui tengen #demon slayer x reader

[nevertheless-moving]

unable to stop dwelling on the discworld trouser leg of time where, in the penultimate fight scene in Nightwatch, Carcer manages to kill teenage Sam Vimes.

Which means that the future that Duke Vimes came from can no longer exist, which means he can’t go home. Meanwhile you’ve got a bunch of history monks with stored up temporal energy, a prepared space outside of time, and the need to do some desperate damage control before the Auditors get involved. Death shows up, reality is unweaving, Sam is reading Carcer his discworld miranda rights because what else is he supposed to do.

and finally, with little other option, the monks de-age Sam so he fits the time period and send him back out into the fray.

(they didn't call it deageing of course. His memory is hazy, splintered during that terrible in between moment, They....took the time out of him? Sanded away the edges of his self for a terrible, workable fit? It...wasn't a good feeling.)

Just—damn. Sam Vimes having to live his whole crapsack life over again, but this time as his disillusioned-reillusioned, unwillingly-character-developed, noir-epic, Duke of Ankh, Commander Sir Samuel Vimes self. 

Younger (Older? He's never felt so Old, His steps so Childlike, reality twisting in his gut like one of Dibbler's pies) Sam Vimes walking around in a haze after the revolution. Desperate to go home, knowing he can’t. Wanting to drink. Knowing he can’t.

The whole precinct feels pity, he really took Keel’s death hard, hardly speaks except to do his job. Eventually he has to grit his teeth and start being present, because what else is there to do?

Resists the urge to drink until Colon takes the whole watch out to celebrate because -he’s going to be a father!

Come on Sammy, one drink won’t kill you— and after the first drink he’s cracking jokes and after the second hes smiling and after the third hes honestly the life of the party and sometime after that he’s crying about how he was going to be a father and my wife would be ashamed if she saw me drinking like this and— 

Oh shit, Did anyone else know he had a wife?? A PREGNANT wife??? What—aren’t you like 12—no you're 17 now aren't you but when did—

You guys n’ver met ’er—oh gods none if you ev’n know ‘er, is jus’ me...

What—when did you lose—

I lost her the same damn day I los’ ev’rythin else, whadya think...bleeding Carcer...the fuckin revolution...

So! That! Sam only vaguely remembers the night, but rumors travel faster than light on the disc, so by the next day the whole damn city knows about poor Sam brung low by the loss of his poor, tragic, pregnant wife, so young to be a widower, and the Seamstresses nod because they already knew, don’t ask them how, somethings you just have to know in that trade.

And his mother—I don’t know, sue me, I’m a time travel fiend but there’s something deeply intriguing about a man meeting his dead parent, who is somewhat younger than him, and stepping into the old relationship like a badly fitting thing that's supposed to fit well. She would know, right? How would she deal with her son’s impossible grief? Maybe she wouldn’t know—he spent most of the time out of the house, running with different street gangs, maybe he avoids her until she dies and lives with the guilt twice over. God, we don’t even know her name. There’s just so much narrative and emotional potential that I don’t even know where to start.

When he’s on duty, which is most time - it’s agonizing because at first he remembers cases, saves lives that would have been lost. But the more time passes, the hazier his memory because in the original timeline he was becoming an alcoholic. Fuck! A kid dies and he could have saved her if he hadn’t been such a drunk, if he had just remembered where the asshole lived, but it’s all a haze, and he wants to drown out his guilt, but that’s what caused this in the first place.

Good young Sammy, who spends his rare off-time in dusty libraries (and yes, the irony that he’s apparently Carrot now is not lost on him) reading gods-only-know.

It’s not like he can ask the wizards for help, cutthroat and vicious as they are now in the not-so-distant-past.

Good young Sam, who...talks to the Broken Drum’s pet Bouncer like he’s a real person and not a dumb rock? That’s a bit weird, but he’s a bit of a funny guy.

Good old Sam, who believed the testimony of the dwarf who said the humans were trying to rob him and let the dwarf go??

the PROBLEMS this man would cause, good grief. Can you imagine a moderately progressive middle aged man with some degree of begrudging diversity and equity training that he did, for all his sins, pay attention to, suddenly going back to like, 1990, going back just 30 years, and going...oh damn this is kind of fucked up, no man you can’t say that, holy shit.

Except Sam’s lived through even more rapidly shifting social moroes! There’s no seamstress guild, there’s no women allowed inside the university, there’s no black ribboner’s society. People hunted trolls for their teeth! But Sam can’t just unlearn everything, and he can’t shut up, and he has no real luck and anyway he would absolutely get himself (temporarily) fired.

FUCK. Sam has no idea what to do with that. None. Zero clue. Wanders around in a haze until that dwarf he saved from police brutality finds him and insists on repaying the debt. No, he insists, do you have any idea what debt means to a dwarf?

“Sort-of?” he replies hesitantly, and that honest admission of incomplete knowledge shows a hell of a lot more respect and understanding than any self proclaimed dwarf-expert ever did.

Gets a job as a surface man, hauling rocks into the city. It’s backbreaking work, but, in true Discworld fashion, it’s also one hell of a workout (again the irony of being Carrot is not lost him. he freezes for a minute while hauling a rock cart, when he remembers he's technically Lost Nobility too, in a strict sense, but someone curses at him in the street and he's comfortingly grounded)

And here is where this au slides into a SPECTACULAR romantic comedy, BEAR WITH ME. Because in his time on the Watch he’s already done noir, action adventure, war story, detective who dunnit, psychological horror, but guards guards only allowed him to be a romance protagonist in an extremely limited context.

Give me righteous, twenty-something-looking, can’t-say-he-doesn’t-have-style, young Sam Vimes, not an alcoholic,  being fed three square meals a day by his dwarven forced found family, hauling rocks. He is startled to find him bumping his head on a low hanging bar that he doesn’t think used to be there, eventually realizing that he’s an inch or two taller than he remembers. Huh. Guess all that bearhuggers really did stunt his growth.

Still doesn’t get what some of the looks from women he’s getting are about, sure, he’s dirty but so is everyone else. Fine, he took his shirt off, but it’s hot out, there’s far wrinklier than him hauling heavy loads, get a life. 

Happens to glance in the Ankh one day when it’s particularly slow and shiny and is startled to realize that he might be turning heads for a different reason. Oh. Right, not that he was ever a heartbreaker, but he did alright for himself... when he was a younger and his face hadn’t been broken so many times. Which...it isn't now.

Is mildly disturbed by the revelation.

Especially once things blow over at the precinct and what with high mortality rates, he ends up with getting hired again. The boys are delighted to have him back, nevermind that he’s an odd one, noone is ever quite in your corner like Vimsey, absence makes the heart fonder, no one else works that hard, and he’s not even competition for promotion. All around great guy, we should set him up with somebody and just, no.

It just keeps getting worse! He’s literate! He’s a feminist! He believes abuse victims! He’s got a tragic backstory! He’s unreasonably good in a fistfight! He’s kind to animals! Word gets around that there’s a good man on the watch and he’s just waiting for a good woman to come snap him up. The widower excuse doesn’t hold people off completely, and for some it’s its own sort-of appeal. 

Things REALLY become stressful after he rescues that carriage full of noblewoman.

What’s he supposed to do? Let them get robbed? Or worse? Chasing down and beating up 10 goons is as easy as beating up one, when they’re that stupid, getting separated like that, drunk and distracted, and he knows these streets better than anyone, really it’s nothing. And oh lord he’s Modest too.

I mean, they were genuinely greatful, as genuine as people like that are capable of being, the skill having grown rusty. And then there is something...magnetic about the man. An air of command.

So, soon enough you get Lady Marigold of Marigrave calling on Treckle Road for that gallant young officer who rescued them, she really needs to thank him. And Viscountess Elanor Thitzferal specifically requesting that he guard her at her next soiree. And Baroness Julieta van Shoeholten insisting that he come to her home while her husband’s away, for... manly protection.

Aaaah just zero sympathy from the guys. None. 'It’s become a competition, they’re just trying to see who can get me into bed first, it’s like I’m a piece of meat, you can’t send me sir, the Marquess greeted me in a nightee last time you made me go to—' and 'small gods Vimes are you even listening to yourself, shut the hell up'.

Simultaneous to this, (again this is several years into the timeline) swamp dragon accessories come into style. Which means abandoned swamp dragons scrounging on the street. Vimes takes one back to his apartment, blows his paycheck on dragon medicine, and eventually, heart in his chest, brings it to the Ramkin estate. The sunshine orphanage doesn’t even exist yet and he’s just standing outside the gates like an idiot, what is he thinking. Turns around, but her carriage is pulling up and—

well. they meet. it's cute. he's never felt so young. he's never felt so old, too old for her, too poor—

and certainly her thoughts linger too long on the awkward, kindly, handsome young commoner, but is it any wonder she doesn't quite connect it to the stern, dangerous, sexy young guard the ladies seem to be in some quiet, cuthroat competition over?

i have this gorgeous, absurd scene in my head in which Vimes is strong armed into standing guard at some high society soiree and one of the pushiest ladies insists he dance with here, or, if he prefers, if he's not confident about his skills, he can dance with her in-private at her home and he’s like [grinding teeth, looking for a way out, seeinf one] “I would be honored to dance with you.”

Steps right into some ultra-complex dance with multiple partner swaps (she never thought he'd pick this one, devilishly intimidating to one not strictly trained, and you barely spend anytime with your first partner).

But he does alright. Better than alright, for a common man, sometimes misstepping but his hands and feet always end up where they need to be. Raises several eyebrows part way into the song because he's throuwing in some slightly scandalous, no innovative, extra lifts and twirls that wouldn't become fashionable for another decade or two. Who even is that guy? Some out of towner? No, no he's in a guards uniform...how very strange.

Gets to Sybll and she's used to embarrassment during these dances, she tries to get out of them when she can... but can't always. Men awkwardly skipping the lifts, or worse, trying and failing. But him — oh it's him, the one who helped little Erold, and looked at her like—like—well like she was someone beautiful. And he's doing it again, and he's strong and there's a quiet moment where she's in the air, they lock eyes, and the rest of the room melts away.

And then the partners change again, the moment ended.

Just...living throught it all again. To the left, a dance he almost knows the steps to, throwing others off balance with erratic moves , honest mistakes, and delibrate stepping on toes. Improvising. Ruining. Improving. Getting far, far too much attention.

Hes almost excited when the first assassains start coming after him. It's like a hobby.

Everyone tells him he should get a hobby.

Interactions with young vetinari...I don't have the energy to write it all down, the slow circling in on each other, both burning with the need to fix the city, save it, their city.

needless to say he ends up fired again, life under real threat after offending some high lord.

Conveniently enough he has an employment opportunity- bodyguard to fucking Vetinari on his 'grand sneer.' The bastard knows vimes isn't what he seems, though sam is pretty sure that he doesnt know the exacts.

Vetinari hypothesis:(the ghost of keel? Keels son, with some hereditary curse? Or a larger spirit of justice possessing a string of unrelated souls? He knows things he shouldn't- mind reader? Fortune teller? Havelock once arranged for a wizard to bump into him on the street, the magical fool gave an odd double look and then muttered something about destiny looping in on itself giving him a headache. Destiny? Lost noble? And hes far too familiar with sybyl, one of the few bearable noblewomen in this city. And his thoughts on guilds, when havelock can trip him into speaking... Most of all, if hes reading him at all correctly (for all the mystery hes not that hard to read, unless thats a very clever cover) then it seems that behind those dark haunted eyes is Respect. Loyalty. For vetinari. What an interesting man. A puzzling asset. An intriguing threat. )

Did I mention the timeline is changing, healing slowly around the place where it was torn? Healing enough around scars to perhaps get some flexibility back, with some painful stretches and...massaging of said scar tissue?

And hes heading to unresting uberwald, a place where a werewolf pack still hunts humans and, truely unrelated but perhaps equally exhausting, an eldritch spirit of vengeance just might be looking to stretch its legs in a hapless vessel?

Opening drabble Vimes Vetinari Meta (Unwell)

#discworld #sam vimes #discworld au #nightwatch au #i literally drafted this post in December 2021 #and i know it was living in my head for years already at that point #i have more somewhere aging like cheese in the back of my mind #discworld fanfic #night watch #Let this be free from my mind #Perhaps someone else will write it #BE FREE ANCIENT AU OF MY SOUL #For all my obsession with discworld I have but this one (1) AU though it tears at me like the seam of a pair of pants #The songs I have permanently associated with this au are slightly bonkers by the way #My au #Seriously there's like two full novels worth of content up here. Sybyll running away from home and living as a commoner #To mirror Sam joining upper class in original timeline you see? #Some early discworld murder Wizard nonsense when they try to poke at the temporal anomaly and the universe goes brrrr #Eventually catching up with color of Magic city burning bs and vimes is mad as fuck #Weird year that never was protecting people during sourcery #And when we start catching up with where he left #Oh ho ho you can't to forward to something that doesn't exist but maybe you can go sideways to a place that's got a tear in it #A sam vimes shaped tear #And his pregnant wife from 30 years ago in the other trouser leg #AND that's not even mentioning how carcers trial got taken to a...higher court