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biggest of brain energy re warm bread and beloved skeletons - so.... might i offer you .................. patisserie/baker au??
the boys are all rival(ish) bakers/pastry chefs on the same cute little side block of a quaint walkable downtown.
Sans has that extremely detailed, finicky pastry work down pat, on top of all the strange new versions that keep, somehow, making filo dough more difficult and yet structurally impressive. he's tried all those cool gastro-chef techniques, but just loves & excels at the fancy little pastries. absolutely the type to just close the shop when he's sold out of whatever he felt interested in making a lot of that day. surprisingly good-yet-bad social media presence. makes the jokiest videos and jankiest signs advertising when he's got a new batch of Something Tasty out, but the most beautiful shots of his pastries.
Red is one of those not-so-surprisingly charming excon-type (maybe never actually in prison, but y'know) bakers that looks intimidating but makes the best goddamn homey baked goods you ever had. pies, breads, big soft filled rolls, anything that feels ghibli as hell, frankly. has a not-so-secret love of making those really decorative lattice-style pie crusts; can absolutely make art you wouldn't want to eat if not for how damned good you know the pie is. always the most slammed during autumn, has spirited """debates""" with Sans (who is directly across the cobbled street) whenever they get deliveries at the same time, often about incredibly inane but opinionated baking nuances. accidentally best friends with all the local widows and grandmas. frequently propositioned by all genders.
Skull is a bit of the odd man out - he used to work at a little old cakeshop on the corner, but Something Happened one day and that corner store has frustratingly been turned into Insert Encroaching Soulless Chain Here. he now works at the back of the little pizzeria, making the best goddamn pizza dough anyone's ever had. seeing him flip and spin those pizzas is art in and of itself. rumor still had it that there was someone on staff at that cakeshop that could make the most dazzling wedding cakes you ever did see, but they also made the flavors involved so harmonious you could cry....
....... MC is a new arrival, perhaps opening up her own little shop - a little cafe maybe, specializing in warm drinks and a simple menu of baked goods like croissants and scones and cookies, some finger foods, and most importantly Cozy Vibes.
maybe she puts out an ad for a proper baker to help her out while she makes the teas and coffees and runs the front....
... and maybe some shenanigans ensue ✧∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿
genius. absolutely genius. allow me to lose my fucking mind
Mc opens up her delightful little cafe. It's small, obviously, since she's technically the only employee- though she's great at coffee she struggles to make anything more complex than a cookie for cafe food. Her croissants melt and flatten, her pies collapse, her attempts at macarons just spread out into a sheet. So! She puts out an ad!
Sans: Ironically, his habit of only making what he's interested in and randomly closing shop without warning has made his desserts even more sought after. The incredible intricate and unique nature of his treats give them an element of scarcity, and people will come from all over to get to his next batch early. The sign out the front says 'open 10am to 5pm monday to wednesday. open some thursdays, depends how i feel. closed the second friday in the month, unless we were open thursday before. open saturday. closed sunday'.
He was a bit suspicious of her cafe, he'll admit it. He's suspicious of anything new on the street. Various chain brands have been infiltrating the previously majority monster-run area, and he hates the way his favourite place is slowly being subsumed by shitty corporate machine-made food. But it only took one visit (purely out of curiosity) for him to get love at first sight.
Since his store has such a reputation, he can afford to flunk whenever he likes to go sit in with her and chat for hours; he's a welcome presence. After noticing her difficulty with baking he starts giving her tips but quickly graduates to giving her some of his stock, instantly boosting her popularity. She thinks he's giving her leftover stock he doesn't need- she has no idea he's making stuff specifically for her.
Red: Red and Pap do have a tendency to treat their business like it's a mafia. The way they call it the 'family business' often makes people think it's a front for organised crime. And it was, once- the two of them only opened the store to cover up what was happening behind the scenes. But then they enjoyed running a bakery so much that they dropped the crime. He doesn't like the way Sans has turned baking into something snooty and highbrow; Red thinks food should be delicious and comforting, not a one-bite commodity people pay out of the nose for.
Red becomes a cafe regular, he goes during breaks and straight after work. He spends most of his time standing up at the counter flirting relentlessly, but he's so on the dot that she usually has his order ready for him. He offers to teach her to make a good pie- "payment? what're you talkin' about, doll? seein' yer pretty face is payment enough fer me." There would definitely be some scenes of him teaching her to bake... standing behind her with his hands over hers, showing her the technique to fold dough, though neither of them are really concentrating because he's grinning like an idiot and she can only feel how hot her face is.
(He'd probably ruin it with a 'wish you'd pound my dough like that'. A swift smack, and the magic of the moment is over)
Skull: He's the one that responds to her ad.
Though he didn't mind his job, per say, he misses being able to make his own stuff. Pizza tossing can only do so much to fill the baking-shaped hole in his heart. He wanted to apply anyway, it was just a stroke of luck that the cafe owner turned out to be the love of his life. Though he's a bit spooky and looks at her like he can't see anything else, she's quick to accept him, telling him he can make whatever he wants- and that's when he works his magic. All the stunning cakes lining the display case are his handiwork.
He's a man of few words, and he doesn't like being in public, so he's always in the back baking and cleaning. He wishes he had the confidence to talk to her more. She brings him coffee whenever she has time, as thanks for all his hard work... she leaves foam art, since it's one of the few things she can do. Though when she leaves a heart, the coffee usually ends up going cold. He tends to just stare at the heart until the foam is gone.
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splatoon 3, where you can become an INK ORB!! no more squids, no more octos. just orb.
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old azuidia comic i did for a fic idea i never wrote
#auuu... do i main tag this.#i. i have nothing to lose from this.#fuck it we ballin#azul ashengrotto#idia shroud#azuidia#what even is their ship name.....#i literally got into this ship Once and this was what was made out of it#twst#neptunite's doodles#delete later maybe#putting that there just in case bc. idk. audfhakljdhfjk
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Prayers at midnight
Rating: Explicit
Characters: König
Relationship: König/Female Reader
Word Count: 2004
Additional information: Established Relationship, Reunion Sex, Cunnilingus, Spooning
It had been a few months since they had seen each other in person, of course she knew what she was getting into. Dating a soldier could mean months and months apart.
Sometimes without any kind of communication.
Did he think of her while he was gone?
König moved closer to her, his eyes still transfixed on her, “I missed you so much.”
Read it on AO3 or under the cut
“Why are you looking at me like that?”, she chuckled softly, reaching out to touch his face.
“You’re beautiful,” even though König was still wearing his hood, his eyes betrayed the big smile it was hiding.
It had been a few months since they had seen each other in person, of course she knew what she was getting into. Dating a soldier could mean months and months apart.
Sometimes without any kind of communication.
Did he think of her while he was gone?
König moved closer to her, his eyes still transfixed on her, “I missed you so much.”
His voice was shaking. Some things would never change, would they?
He had always been nervous around her, but with time he had become more courageous, König could talk for hours now and only occasionally slip into nervous German rambling.
“I missed you too, mein Bärchen.”
There it was again, this hearty laugh she loved so much. Her German speaking friend had explained to her that a man like that would be called a Bär, but with a little wink, she had called him Bärchen.
König loved it.
The mountain of a man softened under her touch, her words.
She felt his big hands grab her, pull her closer.
Their lips curled into soft smiles as they finally kissed.
It had been so long… so… long.
How impatient he could get.
His hands already slipped between her legs to see if she was getting just as excited as him, he broke off the kiss and gazed at her, “I’m sorry… I-”
“Shhh, stop worrying so much, I want you too.”
Saying that always felt like switching a flip in his mind, wordlessly, König grabbed her and carried her to their bedroom.
It was moments like this in which she felt most loved, when he carried her like his most prized possession.
He gently dropped her on their bed and began undressing her, when she tried to help, he stopped her.
“Please… I’ve wanted… I… I wanted to do this for the longest time now,” his large hands ran over her body, caressing every curve, every bump lovingly.
She could see the bulge in his pants grow even bigger, God, she had already forgotten how big he was.
König carefully lifted his hood, only a little bit, but kissed her stomach. She watched her body give in under the pressure of his kiss, it tickled a little bit.
“I love you so much…”
“I love you too.”
She could cry.
She wasn’t one of those people who thought that love confessions ever wore themselves out.
Especially not when they passed the lips of her soldier.
Hearing him say it, hearing him chant it like a prayer between every thrust when they made love, it filled her heart with reassurance.
Comfort.
König gazed up at her, for a moment he forgot what they were doing in the first place. He just loved looking at her.
She was the only person in the whole world who looked at him with so much kindness, love and adoration.
How lucky he was to have her.
She gently patted his head and he buried his face in her soft stomach.
For a short while, they remained like that just enjoying each other's company, but the trail of kisses that König left from her belly button, down to her thigh reminded them why they were in the bedroom in the first place.
His big hands grabbed her thighs lovingly as he pushed them apart, he just looked at her for a short moment, not knowing what to do with himself.
Not that he was a complete brute.
He knew not to just to use her body as an outlet for his own desires, even though he knew that the moment he’d feel himself entering her -
“I want to try something,” he could see the confusion and mild disappointment on her face. What did she expect?
“What’s the plan, big boy?”
“… I uh…”, a man got lonely on missions, let his imagination run wild, “I… Uhm… you know… sit on my face.”
That was the bravest thing she had ever heard come out of his mouth, her face flushed but she sat up.
“Are you sure about this?”
“O-Of course why wouldn’t I be?”
He made a valid point, there was no reason to hesitate.
“Take your clothes off first,” but she didn’t need to tell him twice.
He was a little too excited, he almost tripped over his own feet.
“Oh, mein Liebling… mein kleiner Dummkopf."
Hearing her speak his mother tongue was nearly enough of a reason for him to trip and fall once more, but instead he laid down on their bed and removed his hood from the bottom half of his face.
“Okay I’m ready.”
Was she?
She did feel a little nervous when she was being honest, seeing him grin like that knowing where his tongue would be in a few moments, made her head spin.
“A-Alright just… let me know if it gets too much, I’ll get off you right away,” her nails dug into the headboard as she carefully lowered her lap onto his face.
“Don’t worry about it, just,” a soft moan escaped him as he felt her excitement on his lips, without hesitation, he began to tease her swollen clit.
“K-König -“
The feeling was a lot more intense than she was used to.
She watched his cock twitch every time she moaned his name.
If only… she could reach out to touch it, but she needed to focus on supporting her weight, hands desperately gripping the headboard.
It didn’t seem like he minded being edged like this.
Instead, she felt him humm and moan, even if he wanted to speak he couldn’t.
His tongue rubbed over her clit so lovingly, sometimes he just pressed it down to make her shudder, she tried to protest but before any word could pass her lips, he let his tongue trail down to her entrance, teasing it lovingly.
“KÖNIG W-”
Feeling his tongue move in circles inside of her body was a new sensation, tears began to collect in the corner of her eyes as she tried not to scream.
Getting fucked by his tongue wasn’t something she ever expected to happen, but it felt so good.
Her hips moved in a hesitant thrusting rhythm. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt him, but he hummed softly, approving of her proactiveness.
When his tongue slipped out of her, it left her with longing, it felt empty.
“Did you like that?”
His voice was hoarse, dripping wet with her desire and his want for her.
“Y-Yes…”
“Good girl,” his fingers buried deep into her thighs as he pushed her down on his face, at this point he no longer held back.
His tongue drew long lines from her clit to her entrance, he let it slip inside her but only for brief moments.
He knew what she wanted.
She wouldn’t get it.
Instead, he moved his tongue back up to her clit and teased it.
Her moans made it hard to focus, his cock was so hard it hurt but it didn’t matter.
Right now, she was everything that mattered to him.
He moved one of his hands up her thigh, caressing it.
She let her fingers intertwine with his, grabbing his hand firmly as she felt herself edge closer to an orgasm.
At this point she couldn’t think, she could only feel, her body kept shaking under his touch and he responded accordingly. Sometimes he pressed his tongue down harder, then he let go of her, leaving her with that empty feeling again.
König pressed her down on his face so hard she nearly toppled over, at this point all restrained had been lost in the heat of the moment and they both gave it their all.
She rocked her hips against his face while he eagerly sucked on her clit, the sounds sending shivers down her spine.
“König-”
He nearly came himself hearing her moan his name in the moment she climaxed.
Her taste lingered on his tongue, his mouth. Her scent was intoxicating.
“L-Let me… I need a moment…”
It took her a few tries to finally be able to get off him, but he didn’t let her move too far.
König pulled her into a tight embrace. Usually he preferred being the little spoon, but she knew that this wasn’t over yet.
“Can we…?”
“Of course,” he kissed her so tenderly she felt her chest tighten, her heart beating violently as he lifted her leg to push inside her easily.
“Oh mein Gott,” his eyes rolled back and she could tell that his lips were shaking under his hood.
Would she ever stop falling for this mess of a man? Probably not…
… but that was okay.
König placed his hand on her stomach and nuzzled into her neck as he gently thrust his hips into hers.
He was babbling nonsense in a thick Austrian dialect she couldn’t understand, but it was oh so endearing.
He loved her.
Tenderly.
Greedily.
He kissed her burning skin, soft moans escaping him with every slow stroke, every thrust.
She had been welcoming before, but now she began to tighten around him.
He felt her walls move like a pulse, squeezing him,
making his breathing stop, overcome with ecstasy.
Even after months, years, hours they had spent together, he was shy about making any sound.
Maybe he just wanted to listen only her?
Or maybe he couldn’t imagine how beautiful his voice sounded, overcome with pleasure to the point he forgot about the world around him.
Every breath, every moan, a testament to his deep devotion for her.
Her hands dug into the sheets as she was trying to keep some form of composure but feeling him move so slowly inside her made her cool demeanour crack.
“Harder.”
König stopped and looked at her.
“A-Are you sure I don’t want to hurt you,” he said it every time.
Such a good boy.
“You could never do that.”
His hand moved up from her stomach to her chest, grabbing her breasts eagerly as he kissed her.
He felt her moans die on his lips, on this tongue.
She was so tight now.
Her face began to glow under his.
When he broke the kiss she nearly screamed.
“Y-Yes like that, oh my God - yes, fu-“
If she kept on screaming like that he’d come way faster than he wanted to.
But the feeling of her lips on his made it easier to hold it off.
His fingertips gently squeezed and pinched her hard nipples while she thrust her own hips against his.
“You’re so eager today,” König couldn’t help but chuckle before he moaned loudly.
It was so hard not to.
“And so are you,” maybe a little bit too much because she could already feel her orgasm creeping up on her.
“I love you,” his lips touched her shoulder tenderly, but then a new sensation ran through her body.
His teeth sunk into her skin, not enough to draw blood, but deep enough to send a violent orgasm through her body.
A breathless scream escaped her, followed by desperate gasps for air.
A second orgasm shook her as she felt him release himself inside of her.
How long … ?
He chanted her name like a prayer, holding her hips in place, crying as he came.
White heat washed over her, for a few moments she couldn’t do anything but lie next to him, helplessly.
Then, she slowly turned over and pulled the sobbing man into a tight embrace.
“Oh mein Schatz…”
He didn’t respond, he only buried his head into her chest as he kept on crying. She gently nuzzled him, “Are you okay?”
König nodded softly and held her tighter.
“I love you.”
He mumbled something she didn’t understand again, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he was here with her now.
Her little soldier.
#reader insert#x reader#call of duty x reader#könig x y/n#könig x female reader#my writing#my fics#cod fanfiction#könig cod#fuck it we ballin#i might as well show my whole ass on here too#merry christmas könig girlies this man is bi and loves everyone#call of duty#call of duty mw2#modern warfare 2
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So… I’ve been thinking.
Shadow’s immortality has always been a subject of interest to me. There’s no one neat definition that ‘immortality’ fits into and so until otherwise given frame and limitations, it’s very ambiguous.
Is it a pristine immortality, where they will never age?
Is it a limited immortality, where they age very slowly and in a fundamentally different way than regular people?
Is it a conditional immortality, where they will live longer and age slower, but those bonuses are dictated by how often a regenerative factor is needed, or how often they are in contact with Chaos Energy?
But then, I was listening to Dawson’s Christian by Ernie Mansfield, Leslie Fish, and Vic Tyler, and I realized there is a fourth option I had not considered.
Is it an immortality of the soul, long after the corporal form has ceased to be?
In Sonic Battle, Rouge tells Shadow that Gerald gave him ‘Maria’s Soul.’ … We’ve no idea what that means. (We also don’t know how seriously to take Rouge in regards to Gerald since we don’t know what information she is privy to and as such cannot judge the quality.) You could take it literally, you could take it figuratively, you could do a lot of things, and each one has its own implications.
But for the sake of this headcanon…
I think Shadow’s soul is immortal.
No matter what happens to him, if there’s enough of a body to come back to, he’ll live. If there is no body left to come back to, or the body is no longer salvageable/viable, he will go on without it. The guy runs on Chaos Energy, and we’ve seen Chaos energy do strange, wonderful, terrible things. We also know for a fact that ghosts exist within Sonic’s world (SA1 and SA2 are the examples that come to mind).
However you think their immortality would or would not affect their body, would or would not affect their ability to physically age, the soul would continue on after and continue to do the job Shadow has taken upon themself, which is to protect the world.
What would this look like? Oh man. I can’t draw, so for those who need a visual of what is swirling around my head before I give a written description, I point you to these two very, very talented individuals who have inspired me with their art.These designs I’m linking come with their own lore, or the lore is being developed. I am not claiming them to use here, merely pointing towards them as an example of something akin to what I’m mulling over. @soloiho has an amazing design called Black Hole Shadow which is positively ghastly, whereas @redsunlight has a very interesting design for their lore called Prismatic AU which utilizes all the different colors of the chaos emeralds due to Shadow crushing them all for reasons detailed in their story.
In my mind, I see Shadow - for clarity’s sake let’s call it Wraith Shadow - as pitch black. There is no noticeable muzzle. You can’t even see his mouth. Where his hands and feet would be sort of becomes whispy and fades into nothingness unless he requires a limb to be solid (like to kick someone in the face, he’d need a foot, right?)
The only change in color you would see would be the light that emanates from where his red stripes use to be, from his eye sockets, and a swirling dark hole where his chest fur used to be. If he opens his mouth, there is light there too. When he moves his limbs with purpose, to attack or gesture or anything of that nature, there is a light trail that drifts from them. The light would be brighter when experiencing intense emotions and fainter when not. They very, very rarely speak. It requires a very special person or situation for them to be so moved as to do so. They can touch without the intention of causing harm, but it feels like running into very dense, warm air.
What color other than the darkness is there? Reds and oranges, like in the old SA2 style. Maybe even with a translucent sort of grainy texture, like looking at space dust.
And please make no mistake- Wraith Shadow is the most boiled-down components of Shadow, all of the critical best and worst parts smashed together and concentrated. You thought they were bad before, it’s about to get ten times worse. I’ve always thought that the main motivating components for Shadow were Love and Spite and they’ve been cranked up to 300% of what they were when alive.
And they’re not happy about this situation, not at all. Upon no longer being able to inhabit their physical form, which Wraith Shadow had assumed would mean that FINALLY they die, they are understandably upset because they know now there is no rest for them.
There will never be rest for them.
As such, though they fight for Justice, and Hope, and Mercy, they are not a pleasant thing. You do not WANT to run into Wraith Shadow. If they show up, it’s bad, and more likely than not, you would have died had they not shown up… but maybe that would be preferable than having to live with what you just saw.
When they are not doing their duty to protect the Earth, an unfortunate or unwise trespasser may find them haunting the halls of the ARK, or passing through the remains of a garden where the lavender bushes are massive and the roses are overgrown.
More likely than not, however, you’ll probably catch them sulking about the Master Emerald shrine and deep below the earth where the chaos emeralds sit and gather dust in their ancient chamber.
After the last protector passes away, someone has to do it after all.
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TEENAGER JOURNALIST REAL!!!!
I drew this all over the course of the day, but I couldn’t look up refs for the canon grumps so they look a lil funky.
I wasn’t originally gonna give them a tail and the funny ears but the urge to do so just got me. Like it’s such a funky design how could I NOT.
I have another set of doodles but I’ll post them separately.
Also I just wanted to acknowledge these tags from the original post bc LITERALLY SO TRUE THIS WOULD HAPPEN
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yeah
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That tiME OF YEAR AGAIN BAYBE--
#fuck it we ballin#artfight 2023#werewolves near you barking at squirrels and running in circles#team werewolves
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What’s red stars starting point if you know it? (Sorry if this seems like a weird question I just think k Jason deserves the world this poor boy has been through hell ;/;)
I personally see it as a while after he stops being the Arkham Knight, honestly. Like, I will say, the Joker didn't do the shit that Jason had to go through in my AU, but rather it was someone else. I won't namedrop because I wanna keep it a surprise, but yk, he gets fucked up probably a little worse than when Joker was the one to do it in canon.(For context, my Joker is a mix of the Mark Hamill Joker and Lego Batman Joker lmao he's a fruity clown) but like, it takes him a while to act on anything because. yk. after the shit he went through, he has trouble opening up. I don't have an exact timeline set up because timelines scare me but I'll hopefully have it figured out at some point :'D But it is definitely later down the line-ish.
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I generally avoid comfort eating. But the emotions arent emotioning correctly.
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imagine squidbagging/squid partying but all you see is everyone turning into orbs (or the squidbagger orbing you)
#splatoon#splatfest#splatoon 3#nintendo#your a kid now your a orb now your a kid now your a orb now#fuck it we ballin#we ball
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God knows I will bring hell upon my own practical group
#blurry#LIKE??? DAMN WHY YOU ALL POINT AT ME??????#At least they let me scot-free with the counting#Fuck it we ballin#vent
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“I’m going into my villain era!”
Narrator: Her ‘villain era’ was in fact just doing what she loves with no regrets

#my new years resolution#fuck it we ballin#I don’t give a shit about what people think anymore#I’m making what I want#and it’s all for me baby!#MWHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
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ZELDA ENJOYERS, MARK YA CALENDARS
WE'RE GETTING AN ORCHESTRATED CONCERT! IT'LL BE PRE-RECORDED BUT IT'LL BE GOOD I KNOW IT
FEBRUARY NINTH YALL, 5AM PACIFIC TIME
#zelda#legend of zelda#the legend of zelda#loz#tloz#zelda music#loz music#WE'RE GETTING A ZELDA CONCERT YALL#it'll be pre-recorded but fuck it we ballin#tune into their official youtube when the time comes#i know i'll def be watching
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Robotnik ballin’
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