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Greensleeves Chapter Eight: The Lost Art Of Keeping A Secret

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 Warnings: N/A Wordcount: 4.1k

As the party find a routine, things seem to settle down. Then Xaph learns what killed that boar. And what's bothering Gale. She shares her own burdens.

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Gale and Xaph don’t get their quiet moment, not for over a week. Their night watch schedules don’t line up, and the House of Hope has provided them with enough food for over a tenday so there’s no need to forage. No one protests when Gale cements himself as camp cook, and he listens attentively when Xaph talks to him about mushrooms, when Wyll shows him how to decoratively cut fruit as though for presentation. Even Lae’zel starts to wean off her gith rations. The party figures out their hierarchy. Xaph has slipped into a leadership role. She manages to keep them on task and she knows how to navigate the land. She’s smart, and she has good instincts, and it’s working so far. Wyll is invaluable, a seasoned adventurer who does an excellent job of keeping tempers below boiling point. More than once he has to separate Lae’zel and Shadowheart like spitting cats, and that’s where Astarion comes in. He and Shadowheart bitch to one another in Elvish and they’re as secretive about their personal lives as ever but it gives them an outlet and no one can begrudge them that. Xaph takes Lae’zel to a dead tree and lets her take out her feelings on it. Joins her, sometimes. The rift between races is eased, if not yet quite erased, and the party at large begins to find their rhythm. The nightwatch rota is set and solid. The only true rule is not to schedule Lae’zel and Shadowheart together, not until they burn through the fighting frictions between them in daylight hours. Everyone has learned how to erect and collapse their own tents, though it still takes Astarion a while, and that rest time is precious and shouldn’t be wasted. Time spent around the campfire feels precious too. It’s around their food they begin to understand each other and build trust.

One night, Xaph is restless. She’s caught in limbo,not quite awake and not quite asleep. The worm is exploring her brain and she just can’t get comfortable. Eventually, she wedges an arm under her head so her horns don’t dig into the ground and closes her eyes against the stars, determined that the worm is not going to take another night of sleep from her. In the end, this struggle might be a good thing. She’s only just barely asleep when she senses it. A presence. Not far away, either. Close. An animal, perhaps, tempted by the smell of food. A light-footed goblin scout. A vampire, she remembers the exsanguinated boar. When her eyes open, she’s still not sure what she’s looking at. Astarion. Pale as the moon against the night sky. His red eyes look down into her green ones, both sets equally surprised. Fangs an inch away from her throat.

“Shit.” He knows that she knows, but Xaph acts before he does. She moves instinctively, bringing a leg up to hook it over his hip and rolling until she has him pinned and her arm is braced against his collarbone. When he lifts his hands her tail snaps forward and smacks his wrist and he obediently holds his hands above his own head. He knows she’s stronger than him. “If you wanted to be on top, darling, you only had to ask,” the words are familiar, every jab he ever has is said as though he and his combatant are between sheets, but the tone is a little off, “Listen, it’s not what it looks like.”

“It looks like you’re a vampire.” Xaph says plainly.

“Alright, so maybe it’s a little bit what it looks like.” Astarion admits. Is he…pleading? Desperation does not suit him. “I wasn’t going to hurt you.” Xaph eases her weight off him, and again his eyes widen in surprise as he scrambles into a seated position.

“Talk.” Does she trust him? Yes, yes, she thinks she does. He’s scared, and he’s still close enough that she can grab and overpower him.

“I just needed…well, blood.”

“That was your kill, wasn’t it? That boar.” She does trust him. Trusts him to have her back in a fight, and that’s what she needs.

“I’m not some monster. I feed on animals. Boar, deer, kobolds. Whatever I can get.”

“It’s not enough, is it?” Xaph asks, “You couldn’t even hide that boar.”

“The pig was fucking heavy!” Astarion cries, taking offence and throwing his hands out, but he sighs. “You’re right. I’m too slow right now. Too weak. If I had just a little blood, I could think clearer. Fight better. Please.” Yes, he’s pleading. She doesn’t know how to feel about it. A strange sensation charges through Xaph’s veins. He’s opening his mind to her, like Lae’zel had. He’s opening up. She was starting to think he couldn’t do that. He’s letting her in. She accepts, but tentatively. Letting him lock her out at any moment, but he doesn’t. Their worms connect with only minimal squirming. The memories are full of cracks and they shake. Scared. She’s seeing through his eyes again and none of the faces are clear, but there are dark eyes at the centre of all of them. Commanding. And he’s compelled. He can’t resist. But he doesn’t get to choose what he eats.

“That’s who you were talking about. The one who liked to play with people. Your master.” Xaph says, hushed. His ears relax, the very tips drooping. She didn’t know elf ears could move like that. Never paid enough attention to them, she supposes.

“Yes. Yes, I ate whatever disgusting vermin my master picked. So you can see why I’m slow to trust you,” he hesitates here, as though he’s not fully comfortable with his next words, “But I do trust you. And you can trust me.” Xaph watches him. She keeps her hands on her knees, palms up and open.

“I do,” she tells him, and she knows she does, “I believe you.”

“Thank you.” It’s the most genuine gratitude she’s ever heard from him. “Do you think you could trust me just a little further? I only need a taste. I swear.” It makes sense. To feed from her, asleep and unknowing or awake and willing, would expend far less energy than chasing something and having to hold it down until it stops moving. He’s hungry. He’s in pain. He’s in need.

“Alright.” Xaph says eventually, and he’s surprised all over again. He’d expected her to shove a stick through his ribs, slice him open with his own dagger. The surprise pinches Xaph’s stomach. How long has it been since he was trusted? “But not a drop more than you need. I rather like life, whatever of it I’ve got left.”

“Really?” There, for just a moment, his confidence falters. The smooth veneer that covers his words shows a single hairline crack. “Of course,” he recovers quickly, “Not one drop more.”

“What do I do?” Xaph asks. Astarion gestures towards the bedroll,

“As you were. More comfortable, you see.”

She obliges. She has the upper hand should things go south. She lies on her back, as she had been, arm wedged under her head. Astarion hovers above her, going back to his own pose. He’s high on his knees, and each hand presses into the ground by her shoulders. She has the upper hand she has to remind herself. She’s not used to feeling like prey. The fangs are like shards of ice in her neck. Cold isn’t a familiar experience. Tiefling blood runs hellfire hot. It doesn’t hurt, not exactly, but it’s not pleasant either. Numb pressure on her neck, and a draining sensation. She can feel her pulse in the roof of her mouth, and then it starts to recede. To fade. Lightheadedness punches in. She punches him, pushing her fists into his shoulders until he detaches himself from her neck. He’s out of breath, blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth. Xaph’s blood. She can’t say she’s ever experienced this before. Her hand goes to her throat and finds twin puncture wounds, just like that boar. Her hand comes away coated red.

“Amazing,” that single word carries more weight than every syrupy pick-up-line he’s tried combined, “My mind is finally clear. I feel strong. I feel…happy.”

“I should hope so,” the night air is freezing against the bite marks, “I’m glad I could help.”

“Raphael was right about one thing. Your heart does bleed something awful. Not that I’m complaining.”

“I look forward to seeing you fight. Maybe you’ll win our next duel.” Xaph says, and it’s refreshing to hear him laugh. She wonders if her blood will bring colour to his cheeks.

“If you’ll excuse me. You’re invigorating, but I need something more filling,” Astarion says this somewhat dismissively, but he doesn’t turn away from her until she nods and settles back on her bedroll. Maybe now she’ll sleep. She sits up again to retrieve the blanket that had been tossed to the side when she’d launched herself at Astarion, and she sees that he hasn’t fully left yet. His back is to her, but his head is turned to the side so she can see his lips moving when he says,

“This is a gift, you know. I won’t forget it.”

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Gale doesn’t sleep any more than Xaph does, pain chewing at his ribs and the muscles of his chest. Eventually, he rolls over and tugs the flap of his tent open to let the sunrise in. He can’t bring himself to move any further, not yet, so he lies on his stomach and lets the sun warm him up. Watches the rays of light dapple through the leaves on the trees. Xaph is already awake. She’s tied a burlap sack that must be full of rags and leather scraps to a branch, and is practicing with her bow. She’s still working on getting her arm in, and she can be found practicing most early mornings. Her stance is impeccable. She’s barefoot, as she tends to be in camp, her trousers slung low on her hips. She isn’t wearing a shirt, just her smallclothes. Red fabric that covers her chest and little else. Gale can see every muscle in her back moving, tensing, releasing. She’s strong. Could she lift him, if she wanted? The pink light of dawn is tinting her skin lilac. The skin of her back, her arms, is fascinating. There are raised lines, small spots. Freckles everywhere. Everywhere? No. Don’t. He has to move. He can’t lie here and watch her and let his mind wander. He manages to pull himself up into a seated position without making too much noise, though several muscles he’d forgotten about clench in complaint.

Astarion enters the picture, the frame made by the blue fabric of the tent. His skin shines in the sun. His shirt is unlaced, his sleeves rolled to his elbows. He must say something, because Xaph turns her head to look at him as she lets her last arrow fly. Astarion gestures, and she raises her bow again though she frowns at him. She pulls her bow to full draw and he slides his hands over her shoulders as though to adjust her position. Down her arms, along every bump and ridge. Gale doesn’t know what to make of it, but he can’t bring himself to look away from the interaction and he fumbles for his clothes blindly. Xaph turns, shaking Astarion’s hands off her, and relaxes her own arms. She shows him how her fingers are positioned on the string of her bow, and Gale can’t quite tell but he thinks he sees her fingers flutter as they change position over and over again. Her gaze is fixed on her fingers. Astarion is watching her face. She smiles. She never shows her teeth, they’ve noticed. Astarion’s head tilts to the side. Then he puts his arms on her shoulders again. He pushes, turning her. Turning her to face Gale’s tent. Red eyes have found him. He’s been caught. At least he’s found a shirt to pull on before he’s dragged out of his tent.

“Don’t skulk, wizard.” Astarion calls. Xaph hisses something at him about not waking the others, hitting his shoulder, but he just smiles back at her. Down at her, he’s taller if you don’t count the horns. She elbows him and Astarion stumbles dramatically, hands clutched to his stomach as though she’s stabbed him. They talk a bit more, and Gale thinks he hears think about it, Astarion, as he ducks out of his tent. He’s managed to wrap his shirt around himself and tie it, but he’s struggling with the ties at his wrists and he doesn’t want to conjure a mage hand just for it to flicker in and out of the air. That would be one too many embarrassing missteps. First getting stuck in a rock, then freezing in combat, and then to fail at a simple cantrip? No, better to leave the ties trailing. When he reaches Xaph her back is turned to him as she pulls her arrows from her makeshift target. She leaves both her quiver and her bow against the tree. Navy, three or four shades darker than the rest of her skin, stripes her stomach. Previous battles scar the skin of her limbs. There’s a mark on her neck, but he can’t quite make out what it is. A small pile of fabric by the tree turns out to be a robe that falls past her knees. Deep green and patterned with yellowing ginkgo leaves. The ranger allows herself some luxuries then.

“Shall we walk?” she asks, extending an arm to the woods. The sleeve of the robe is a handwidth wider than it needs to be and as she moves various sections of her abdomen are shadowed and highlighted. “Astarion can handle the watch until someone else wakes up.”

Xaph meanders away from camp, careful not to be walking with Gale rather than ahead of him. Something about this feels soft and timeless. The party don’t spend the majority of their time in simple clothes, and when they make camp it’s Xaph and Lae’zel who have the least qualms about shedding layers. Not Gale. He sits by the fire and tells stories and lulls the camp to sleep, but always wrapped up in purple robes. She didn’t know the shirt under his robe was the kind he has to fold about himself and tie at the sides. It ends halfway to his knees, not yet tucked into his trousers. The neck is a wide v, a shape she knows, but there’s a mark in the skin she hadn’t noticed before. Part of a circle, wispy. A tattoo. The wizard can be surprising when he wants to be. The silver in his hair is turned gold by the dawn, and the brown of his eyes reveal hidden depths in the light. He could weave enchantments with a squint of his eyes alone, she thinks.

The bank of the Chionthar is only fifteen minutes away. Trees rustle above their heads and the river rushes beneath their feet. Xaph settles cross-legged on the bank and lets her tail dip into the water just to feel it. Successfully tempted, she reaches out and lets her fingers slip under the surface. The water of the Chionthar is clear here, though she stirs up some mud with her fingers. Gale finds a low, nearby rock and sits. In silence. He watches as she devotes herself to feeling. The end of her sleeve is falling into the water but she doesn’t care. Her hair is loose and falling over her shoulder. Sunlight, pale yellow, dances on the river. Ripples where she makes contact. Sets her hair alight. A stranger could mistake her for a naiad if they stumbled upon her like this.

“It’s a wonderful morning.” Xaph whispers, her words a lily pad alighting on the river.

“A picture.” Gale agrees. Neither of them voice the next part of the sentiment. How many more mornings will they see? This morning, this sight. Immortalised in their minds for fear it might be their last. In another life they might be seeing it memorised in paint. Rather, Gale would see it in paint. Xaph may have seen the real thing. Felt the cold water against warm skin. Breathed the fresh air, nearby moss. She shuffles to face him, wiping her hand dry on her trousers before she presents it to him.

“Here. Let me tie those.” She offers. He leans forward after a moment’s hesitation, letting Xaph takes his hands into her lap. She smells of ginger. Their hands have touched often enough that the contrast of colour is no longer off-putting, but Xaph doesn’t think she’ll ever get used to how soft the skin of Gale’s palm is. She’s all too aware of her claws, as though she’s liable to tear him open. As though he’s made of silk. But he trusts her. He said so. She finds one set of ties and brings them high above his wrist. “You wax poetic about my virtues, Mr of Waterdeep, as though you have none of your own.”

“I can’t imagine what-”

“Shush.” She tells him, pushing a thumb into his pulse. She doesn’t expect him to listen, but he does. When she pushes, his fingers curl in on themselves. His veins are almost purple in his wrist.

“You’re a good man. You helped me without even knowing me. You calm Lae’zel and you take Shadowheart’s jabs,” when she looks up from her fingers it is directly into his eyes and they’re like pots of honey as light shines on him, “We trust one another, but we haven’t been entirely honest with each other, have we? And we are not in a situation that is conducive to keeping secrets. You intend on being honest with me, so I will be honest with you.” She leaves Gale’s wrist, now wrapped in the cuff of his sleeve, and moves onto the other one. Once she starts to work on that knot she looks up at him again. She’s offering him a trade, and he’s going to take it. He’s going to take it, but it still takes him a beat to get the words out.

“You see, I have this…condition. Very different from the parasite we share, but just as deadly,” Xaph’s brow furrows, but she doesn’t interrupt, “The specifics are rather personal, but suffice it to say that it is a malady I have learned to live with - though not without some effort.”

“Does it hurt?” she asks then. The back of his hand is flush to one of her palms, and the fingers of her other hand have stilled and curled around his wrist. The combination of contact and words soothes, if only superficially.

“Yes. Yes, it does. But one must take these things one step at a time. What it comes down to is this,” here he goes, all or nothing. Well. Not quite all. Not yet. “Every so often I need to get my hands on a powerful magical item and absorb the Weave inside.”

“Raw magic? Why?”

“I can say no more on the matter. Not now, anyway. Just trust me when I say it’s all of vital importance. It’s been days since I last consumed an artefact. Since before we were abducted. By that I mean it is imperative that I find and consume the Weave at the earliest possible juncture, and I need your help to do so.”

“Where do we find these artefacts?” Xaph asks. We, that’s a positive. She finishes the knot at his cuff and settles her hands in her lap.

“As luck would have it, Faerun is full of them. Though I do feel obliged to point out that items of power tend to be in hands of power. There will be danger involved. Or great cost.”

“That sounds about on track with our lives at the moment,” Xaph admits when it’s clear that he’s done, “It sounds draining. Unlike anything I’ve ever heard of. Mind, I’m not primarily a spellcaster,” she pauses, then shifts so her palms are open to his again, “You ask me for help. I offer my hands.” Gale thanks her in as few words as he can manage, which is still a good dozen more than most people would use, and Xaph prepares to uphold her end of the bargain.

“I told you I’d had brushes with the infernal before. I’ve met Raphael more than once. He did offer me a deal, like I said, but that was only a year ago. Ten years ago I was messing around somewhere I shouldn’t have been, and Mephistopheles noticed. My family’s from his line, you see. He thought I’d found something - to this day I don’t know what - and he handed me over to his son to get the information out of me. Raphael had his fun with me but he knew I couldn’t give him what he wanted. I convinced him that I would be more useful to him alive than to his father dead.”

“You signed a deal.” Gale realises aloud. She’d told Wyll she hadn’t.

“Not in the traditional sense. It wasn’t a contract for my soul, no devil could convince me to part with that. It was a contract for work. Twenty years commission. I owe him one job a year, no questions asked. In exchange, my family and I are sheltered from Mephistopheles.” She ends her story there, staring at her tail in the river.

“Like you told Lae’zel. Your people aren’t compliant. You’re survivors. And you survived.” Gale lets his hand find Xaph’s. His fingers circle her thumb, not wanting to cross any sort of boundary he’s unaware of, but her fingers curl around his hand and squeeze. “You outmanouevered an archdevil and talked a cambion’s price down from your soul. Frankly, Xaph, I’m impressed.” A smile flickers. Her skin is warm and textured and he lets his hand sit in hers until she pulls away and starts to fiddle with a ring on her pinkie finger. It’s a plain thing, that ring, a copper band that only holds a single stone. An opal, he suspects, from the ever-shifting colours of it. He’s never seen her without it, but now she takes it off. Slowly easing it over the knuckle, leaving a strip of skin that is a slightly paler blue than the rest of her, hidden from the sun. She holds it out to him without a word. He takes it, though he’s a little confused as to why he’s being asked to examine it. Was it a gift from Raphael? Could he even use that word for such a thing? He knows the answer the moment he touches it. This ring is stuffed full of magic. It sits in his palm and he passes his other hand over it. The ring levitates, then drops.

“This is a ring of sending,” sending stones. Rare, powerful magic. Smiths in the Sembia region used to set them in gold necklaces. No mention of Sembia comes without mention of Netheril. “Where did you get this? If you don’t mind my asking.” Pain makes his manners something of an afterthought, but Xaph doesn’t begrudge him an answer,

“My mother made it,” she’s rubbing the join between her finger and her palm, “She made two pairs. One for me, and one for Quahala,” her sister, the one that lives in Waterdeep, “So that no matter what plane we were on, we would never be lost to her. Spell went a bit wonky a couple years ago and she couldn’t fix it. Only works when it wants now, but it does still hold magic.” She had been heard crying and cursing a few nights ago by Wyll and Shadowheart. Was this the reason? Had she been wrestling with the ring, trying to reach her family?

“I know it does,” Gale closes his hand around the ring, just for a moment, to strengthen his resolve. Then, “This is a precious thing to you. I can’t accept it.” When he goes to give her the ring back, she pushes his hand away.

“Take it.”

“Xaph-”

“Gale. It doesn’t work, and it can help you. Take it.” She insists. Compassion. Sympathy. She can’t bring herself to smile. It feels like she’s giving him her whole finger, ring still on. He tries to say her name again, but the soft sound of it is drowned out by a yell in the distance.

“A vampire?”

“Oh shit.” Xaph stands and brushes her trousers off.

“I’m sorry, did Lae’zel just say-”

“She did. Well. Uh. We all have our secrets. Astarion’s is that he’s a vampire, and it seems he’s decided to tell the whole camp without me,” her words are rushed and panicked now, and their sanctuary is broken, “Excuse me, I need to make sure they don’t kill him.” Xaph races away without another word. Her robe billows out behind her as she rockets back to camp. Gale is left sitting on the rock, her ring burning through his palm.

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moxxiejoestar · 1 year

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Book of thoth the god of knowledge (6/?)

To see the future like crystal ball

On the Lucifer's palace at sunset

At this time Verosika made a scared face looking like she saw a ghost, she soon got up and started cleaning the throne with her hand.

Verosika: qu-queen lilith, I, I, I was just cleaning and...

she said cleaning the throne with her hand fast.

Lilith grabbed her by the hair and grabbed a cleaning product and screamed with her demon voice.

Lilith: OPEN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The coward opened and so her mouth was flooded with cleaning product and so Lilith stuck her face on the throne cleaning it with her tongue.

Lilith: WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY DAUGHTER??!!! WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT YOUR PRINCESS???!!!!!!

Verosika: I said that she is a perfect princess and very powerful my queen!

said the same one almost peeing with so much fear.

Charlie: YOU CHALLENGED MY MOM AND CHALLENGED ME BITCH MAYDAY!!!

Verosika: no, I didn't mean to challenge royalty, I swear I was just cleaning-

Charlie took her by the hair and knocked her to the ground, the coward was almost peeing with fear, the princess gave a great kick to her ribs and her vagina making her moan in pain.

Verosika: OUCH!!!

she said placing a hand on her ribs and one on her private part.

The princess then stomped on his head tearing out a good portion ofhis head tearing out a good portion of his hair and scalp causing his head to bleed.

Verosika: MY HAIR!!!

Charlie: KNOW THAT YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A COWARD YOU SYPHILIS SLUT!!!!

verosika: yes,yes your highness!!!

The princess and lilith began to strike at her, throwing her against the walls, punching, hitting, after an hour of torturing, she was all rock and with some broken bones and parts of her body eaten and agonizing in pain and a puddle huge in blood and with almost all of his bones broken and parts of his face bones broken, and with only 5 teeth in his mouth and with a piece of his right rib and left arm eaten away.

Verosika: Please princess charlie, I beg your forgiveness, I beg your forgiveness for sitting on my queen's throne, I beg your forgiveness for defying you and your mother, I'm a coward who doesn't have the guts to face the royalty of hell, I can't take it anymore , I'm a coward, mercy.....

said the same grabbing the leg of the princess crying and agonizing with pain almost voiceless, but the princess kicked her mouth pulling out two more teeth of the bitch.

Verosika: ouch...

she no longer had the voice to scream or speak.

the princess took the mayday cow's cheeks scratching them and tearing meat and whispered.

charlie: long live the queen of hell...

so charlie with his bare hands, ripped the bitch's head off.

Verosika: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and so her skin was made into carpet for the royal family, her body was roasted and eaten for dinner, her head was made into decoration, and her bones were fashioned into a guitar.

This is the original universe on hazbin hotel & helluva universe also this is what my universe on Moxxie's bizarre adventure universe.

Lilith: I'll give you ten seconds to get off my throne & promise to never do it again. If you don't, I'll rip off your horns and shove them into your clitoris.

Verosika: *screams bloody murder & runs right through the wall leaving a perfectly Verosika-shaped hole in it like a Looney Tunes character*

Charlie: Wow, Mom. I never expected you to make that kind of threat.

Lilith: I maybe a sweet, elegant lady, but here in Hell you have to be tough and assertive to make people listen to you, Charlie dear.

Charlie: "Assertive"? That was more "passive-aggressive"! *hugs Lilith* Mom, you're the best!

Also the vore universe

Moxxie the greatest joseph joestar (me): it was this moment that verosika mayday knew. She fucked up

Lilith: *anal, belly button or boob vore at verosika*

Verosika: *puts my head & hand on her belly* HEY! LET ME OUT! *pushed her belly*

Lilith: nope *feel good when verosika pushing my belly*

Verosika: *heading to her boob & puts my head* MMMPH!!!! *pushed her boob*

Lilith: *get blush little* stop doing that

Verosika: *heading to her butt & puts my face* MMMPH!!!! *pushed her butt*

Lilith: that's it! Time for digestion!

Verosika: *sticks my arm out & bumps her belly with my head sticks out then screaming in mumbling until fading to digestion*

Charlie: wow, mom! How did you do that when you vore verosika?!

Lilith: well, Charlie. It's easy to vore them alive & digestion

Verosika (on mind): *sigh* looks like I'm using the plan of vore at the fancy women that they bigger than me

This is moxxie the greatest joseph joestar & that is why what thoth the god of knowledge & boingo (Montana) told me about this on the future so beware of it & stay tuned folks!

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enjoyyourdunghillbaal · 8 months

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And I'm not going to give you what you want. Dickhead.

You bitch about it, or criticize like you're the goddamn archangel of purity or cleanliness. Then pull your goddamn self off those nails and do it yourself. You are an univited guest in my home at best.

You look at that carpet that you provided. Did you give me a spotless canvas with my own resources to choose or decorate to meet my own standards?

Fuck your dog or pet excuses.

Indoor tile, and recycled-tire Laminate flooring fucking sucks.

I could scramble around frantic like it's a Chinese fire drill in a clown car, cleaning stuff to make things 100% and it still won't be up to standard.

The more you nag, the more you bitch and moan, pick fights, and bring evil into my life,....

the longer I'm going to take to give you what you want. If ever.

But you want me to be in last place, so that works out for you doesn't it kneegro. You like being a fucking blowhard and nothing but a bag of wind. You like being allowed to monopolize everybody's time with non-activity. Redlighting people and keeping them in a non-progress state so you can stay ahead or keep people under you.

When you run out the clock and years of life with your pointless bullshit as you stand at a podium Philibustering and wasting everybody's time talking on the phone prevent others from using it,

or being heard or making repairs or improvements, what is it for? What's the bigger picture? You like your borrowed throne don't you? You don't want the rightful heir to step up and take what is rightfully his, do you?

Then stop trying to communicate with me faggot. You don't like what I say.

I think you're scared of me talking to other people. Are you a posessive, jealous, psycho, cunt-whore bitch?

Does you kingdom hall wear your jealousy with pride?

What's next? You waving your stupid devil horns "in defense" at people as you wish bad things on them?

Testing your harry potter skull and trying to see if you can hurt people with you mind or a magic spell? Fucking dork.

Everytime you see somebody else with power or abities you don't have, it scares you, so bastardize and willfully misinterpret everything until they correct your retarded ass and show you how it's done.

I don't like this. Horns.

Need me to lay down some more so your worshippers can walk by the apartment unbothered and unseen by me in their dishonesty and lies? Or Fucking stooge.

I think you're scared of me talking to other people. Are you a posessive, jealous, psycho, cunt-whore bitch? Or a piece of shit criminal with loose ends and people still alive that tell stories? Keep flexing your bullshit and your ego. I wasn't going to stand up for you anyway.

What's your kitchen look like while you stare at your phone all day trying police my activity and watch over me like a starving vulture in the desert, faggot?

Did I put that sand in your fucking mirror? Or did I put the color of north, the earth, trees, grass, nature, healing, and money where my mirror is?

I don't want to change for you fag. I'd Rather break you.

Keep honking. I'm reloading.

#take a look in the mirrror

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akumajoaurora · 1 year

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In regards to this excellent post, I’d also like to make a post on how I designed my own logo. Zenith’s post gives an excellent breakdown of what elements go into a VTuber logo and things to keep in mind, but not so much how one gets from an idea to a finished logo. So I wanted to share my process, which goes through most of the basic process I learned while studying graphic design in community college.

Before doing anything else, I had to do research. I knew the general style I was going for; I wanted to evoke the y2k aesthetic, or at least somewhere in the late 90s/early 2000s. In particular I wanted to evoke the bright, optimistic aesthetic of certain games I played as a kid (DDR, late 90s to early 2000s Sonic games, Kirby Air Ride, etc.), as well as the Eurobeat music genre, which I’m a big fan of and is part of my overall “theme”.

(Granted, I mostly find myself streaming gothic horror-esque games, but... A bitch can contain multitudes)

So with these ideas in mind, I spent a lot of time looking at y2k graphic design, researching different logos (for example, I looked at some racing logos as well), and eventually I put together an inspiration sheet with logos I wanted to evoke. Not all of these are from the same period, but they have a lot of similar vibes

Do you see some of the common elements? Text in dense blocks, lots of bold outlines, often a sense of motion, blobby geometric shapes, sans-serif fonts, bright colors. These were some of the things I wanted to keep in mind for my logo.

With my research done, it was time to design the emblem. I really like motorcycles, and they’re... technically supposed to be part of my theme even though I always forget to post about them... So I wanted my emblem to be a motorcycle helmet. (This also fits in with the eurobeat theme, since racing and driving fast is a common theme of eurobeat lyrics, albeit usually about cars and not motorcycles lol.) I sketched out a few variations on what I had in mind.

I incorporated my horns into the design, since they’re a big part of yknow, me. I also tried a few different decorative elements; The shooting stars are a motif sometimes seen in y2k graphic design, and the fangs are meant to emphasize the demon thing. As for the triangle stripe with the star, it’s meant to evoke the flag of Puerto Rico, but also has a classic racing flair.

After examining the various options and getting input from my friends and family, I settled on the design on the lower right. Next step was doing the black and white lineart.

This is a really important step. A good logo should, ideally, work in plain black and white. Even if you’re limited to just one color, your logo should be readable; This can be useful for things such as printing, stickers and T-shirts, things like that. Ideally you should be able to slap your logo on anything regardless of technical limitations. Am I, or you, necessarily going to do these things? No, but it’s good to be prepared anyway. You never know! So it’s always good to have a black and white variant of your logo.

This is the design I ended up with. In keeping with the y2k/late 90s/early 2000s style, I used bold lines with heavy weight variation, rounded corners, and a double outline. Now if I were really trying to be professional about it, I would have done it in a vector program rather than Medibang Paint, but I fucking hate vector programs and the only person who needs the files here is me, so I can afford to be sloppy. There’s programs out there that’ll let you vectorize black and white images anyway, so eh.

Next, it was time to add color to the emblem. Again, I had a bunch of different options, so I made several variations and asked for input from my friends and family. (I also put the BW version in the corner for reference.)

I already had some standard colors I use in my model and my graphics, so it was really just a matter of deciding how to arrange them. By the way, you can really see in the shading just how much inspiration I took from 2000s Sonic the Hedgehog art! Don’t be afraid to take inspiration from things that mean a lot to you, or... Well, inspire you, lol.

Once again, I ended up choosing the last variation as my winning design. With the emblem done, the next step was choosing a font. Zenith’s post already has some great notes on choosing fonts, so I won’t go into too much detail there, but once again I chose several options and asked for input. Getting feedback from others is a really important part of the graphic design process. It helps you to learn what works and what doesn’t, especially when other people may have different backgrounds than you (Is one of your friends colorblind? Does your art effectively convey its message to someone who doesn’t have the same knowledge of design history? Etc).

I actually chose 15 different font options, but for the sake of brevity I’ll just show four of them.

In general it’s good practice to do variants in regular caps, no caps, and all caps, but I didn’t do that because uh... I don’t remember why. Anyway, I largely looked for y2k or racing fonts. Admittedly Excelorate is super cute, but I ended up going with Hemi Head, because it’s nice and readable. I believe it’s a popular font in the Eurobeat world as well? I know Odyssey uses it in her graphics sometimes, at least. In any case, it looks nice, it’s not too generic, and it’s really easy to read.

After choosing both an emblem and a typeface, it was time to combine them both into a logo. Again, I started with black and white, both because it’s useful to have and it’s also just easiest to add color later on.

I spent quite a lot of time fiddling with spacing and such to get it to look neat and tidy. I added a line at the bottom to add balance to an empty space, as well as a sense of motion. To tie it all together, I encapsulated it all in that big chunky outline we’ve seen so much of.

Finally, color. Since I already had a colored version of the emblem, it was pretty easy to build the rest of the logo’s colors from there. I incorporated the purple and pink gradient I’ve used for header text in a lot of my existing graphics, and again I added a fun outline, and... That was it! The logo was finally finished!

Now, I’m not claiming it’s the most perfect logo in the world. I’m sure there’s things to criticize about it, and plenty of people who just won’t find it appealing. But I think it looks alright, and above all else, I hope this breakdown of how I went from square one to a finished logo is helpful to those of you who may be looking to design your own. I encourage you to do other research as well, and again, to check out Zenith’s excellent post on VTuber logos. (It’s worth noting as well that VTuber logos often have a particular look to them that I personally chose not to go for, but Zenith’s tutorial does a good job of explaining how to achieve that look.)

As a bonus, here’s this thing I made while messing around and trying out different techniques that ended up looking hilariously like the iCarly logo, lmao.

#VTuber #ENVTuber #Graphic design #I hope this is helpful idk if it is but I tried anyway #Good luck everyone!!!

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Drifter Revolver: Omega

This story has mentions of dark themes.

After appearing in a random AU, Redrix looks at the surrounding area to see a lush green forest. ��Well, seeing a forest every once in a while is nice.” Grace appears beside Redrix with Evelyn by her. “Yeah, it’s a nice change from all the fighting.” Redrix nods. “Yeah. Let’s hope nothing or no one will appear and attack us.” Evelyn smiles. “Shall we explore?” Redrix looks at Evelyn and nods. “Let’s go. Smelling the fresh air would help destress me.” He takes his cracked knife out of its sheath and inspects the damage. “The crack is bad. Luckily, it didn’t break right away, I will have to buy a new one or have it reforged. If we go into a civilized AU.” Grace looks at the knife. “It’s still usable, right?” Redrix shakes his head. “No. One swing and it will break.” He puts it back and walks through the forest with Grace and Evelyn.

Somewhere in the forest, a female demon with long hair follows with the winds as she runs from something bare-footed. “I need to find a place to hide.” She looks around frantically for a bit and sees a ledge. “I hope it is deep enough.” She hops off the ledge into a big pit and lays on her back. A distant laugh sends shivers across her body as she covers her mouth. “Come out, come out wherever you are.~” The voice belongs to a male with a deep tone. “Don’t you want to reunite with your family, Samantha?~” Samantha feels something land on her lap and looks at it to see the dismembered head of one of her siblings as tears run down her cheeks and hugs it. The man looks around waiting to hear a voice after scattering the heads of Samantha’s family. “She isn’t here. Well, that’s a waste of good decoration. I will have to wipe out another village to replace those heads.” He stretches his wings and shoots through the forest.

After some time, Samantha peeks out of the pit and looks around to see if her assailant is still there. “He must be gone.” She gets out of the pit and sees the remains of her family on the ground. “Let me give you a proper burial.” She collects them and digs a hole big enough to put them in. “May you rest in peace.” She buries her family and prays for them. “And I hope you find serenity beyond this life.” Her body tenses as she hears a sound coming from one of the trees and looks around. “Who’s there?” A horned dark grey skeleton lands near Samantha with a fiery sword in hand. “Found you, lil Samantha.~” Samantha goes pale and turns around to see her assailant.

The assailant walks toward Samantha and sets the trees around them on fire. “Nowhere left to hide, nowhere left to run.” Samantha backs away and stops when she felt the heat of the flames against her back. “W-w-why did you attack my village? We didn’t do anything to you.” The assailant grins and spreads his wings. “Why? Because I want to see people suffer and smell the scent of fresh blood in the air along with the smell of burnt bodies. And it’s fun” He swings his sword and a fiery wave shoots at her. Samantha jumps to the side and barely avoids the attack with her skirt caught on fire. She puts down the fire on it and sees her skirt became partly burnt. “For fun? You wiped my village just for fun.” She looks at him as she clutches her fists.

The assailant chuckles. “What will you do about it? Scream for help? No one will hear your cries.” Gritting her teeth, a pair of black wings sprout out of Samantha’s back. “I will stop you myself.” The assailant rests his blade on his shoulder and cracks his neck. “Come, lil Samantha.” Samantha uses her wings to bolt toward him to strike him. The assailant steps aside as Samantha is about to hit him and slams her to the ground after pulling her hair. “Ha, you thought you would lay a hand on me you weak bitch.” He steps onto her chest and aims the edge of his sword at her neck. “You are not strong to face me. Let alone protecting your pitiful family.” He eyes Samantha’s body and grins. “But you will be an excellent slave for my boss.” Samantha struggles to lift his foot off her and spits on his face. “I rather die than be someone’s slave.” The assailant wipes the spit off with his jacket’s sleeve and stares at her with his empty eyesockets as he burns her clothes with his sword. “If you want to die, you will die without dignity like a bitch.” He raises his sword to strike her.

Samantha closes her eyes as she feels a breeze on her skin and the assailant’s foot off her. She opens one eye to see a man wearing an orange coat with his back to her. “Who are you?” The man looks at Samantha over his shoulder and tips his hat. “Name’s Redrix.” He notices char on the ground and gives his coat to her. “What happened, Madam?” Samantha wears it to cover herself and looks around to see the flames from earlier are gone. “I was attacked by a demon skeleton. And what happened to the fire?” Redrix looks at the skeleton he caved skull and points at him. “That one? As for the fire, I cut it before it spread any further.” Samantha stands and looks at where Redrix is pointing. “Yes, that’s him.” The assailant laughs and he stands as his skull reforms and looks at Redrix. “Not bad for a lookalike.” Redrix raises a brow. “What do you mean by that? And who are you?” The skeleton grin widens. “You can call me, Mason. And you are a version of my boss. Albeit weaker” Redrix cracks his fists and a set of orange gauntlets forms on his arms. “Yeah? Why don’t we see who’s weak, buddy?” He looks at Samantha. “Go hide, Madam.” Samatha nods as she notices Mason appears in front of Redrix. “Watch out!!” Redrix uses his blue magic to move Samantha away and blocks Mason’s attack.

Samantha rolls and holds the coat close. She watches Mason and Redrix exchange intense blows. “Their strengths are almost matched.” Redrix delivers a strong upper to Mason, sending him into the sky as he summons his blaster and follows him. Samantha stands and spreads her wings when she noticed someone from the corner of her eye. “???” She follows them and sees it was a grey child with a grey outfit. “Oh, hi there, little one. You must be lost, what’s your name?” The child, not older than nine, looks at Samantha with their gaping black sockets. “You can call Core!Frisk, Samantha.” Taken back by the response, Samantha composes herself. “What are you doing here, Core!Frisk?” Core!Frisk points somewhere in the forest. “Helping you and Redrix get into the omega timeline.” Samantha looks in the direction and gets confused. “How and what is the omega timeline?” Core!Frisk walks in the direction. “There cabin ahead. We will use its door as a gateway and hopefully, find some clothes for you.” Samantha follows them. “How do you know that?” Core!Frisk looks at Samantha over their shoulder. “I can see everything anywhere in the multiverse. For example, Redrix is using 3 different types of magic right now to fight Mason.” Their pace becomes faster.

After some time, Core!Frisk and Samantha arrive to the cabin. Samantha remembers the cabin as she looks at it. “This is my family’s cabin. I think I will find some of my mom’s clothes that fit me.” She heads inside and goes to her parents’ room as she looks through the closest. “Jackpot.” She finds a black jacket, white shirt, and black baggy pants and wears them along with a set of underwear. “Core!Frisk, where are you?” Core!Frisk appears in the bed behind Samantha. “I’m here and everywhere.” She rests her hand on the closest’s door as she’s startled by their sudden appearance and looks at them. “How’s Redrix right now?” Core!Frisk taps their chin. “So far, he’s been putting pressure but not for long.” Samantha grabs Redrix’s coat. “Well, that’s good. By the way, how do we access this omega timeline of yours?” Core!Frisk smiles. “By approaching any door and thinking about going there before opening said door.” They hop off the bed and exit the room. “Let’s go downstairs.” Samantha follows them downstairs. “Why?” Core!Frisk points at the roof as Redrix comes crashing through it. “That’s why.” Redrix coughs blood as he struggles to sit up. “Fuck..” He sees Samantha and Core!Frisk. “Who’s the little one?” Samantha goes to him and helps him up. “Their name is Core!Frisk. They say they are here to help.” Redrix groans and holds his side. “How would a child help us?” Core!Frisk walks to a door and opens it to a big town in the middle of a white void. “Like this. And we need to go quickly because Mason is coming.” Not having enough magic and not much of a choice, Redrix sighs reluctantly. “What choice do we have.” He and Samantha go through the door with Core!Frisk and it closes behind them.

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Redrix, Grace, Evelyn, Samantha, and Mason belong to @lionwriters-blog and @lions-ut-blog (both are me)

Featured AUs/ATs and characters:

Core!Frisk and the (original) omega timeline belong to @corefrisk/@dokudoki (I apologize for any misrepresentation of your character)

#undertale au #redrix #au sans #drifter revolver au #undertale #writeblr #samantha

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asksuccubussides · 11 months

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(Hi, me again.)

I’d like to go with you if it isn’t a bother. I can just scuttle around the walls while you talk to Emile.

Sketch

"Alrightie. Come on lil buddy"

Remus got up from his bed and it was quite noticeably that he'd recently eaten in his unsual demon way. With his skin less pale and his movements less slow and shaky he looked a lot more like Roman, which he would probably vehemently deny.

You followed along the long white halls that made up the succubi living quarters. He made a sudden turn into something that looked like a mix between a library and an office. It stood out from the rest of the halls since it was bathed in warm earth tones. Brown floors and bookcases mixed with green desks and beige mats.

A succubus was sitting up on one of the desks with their back turned against Remus and you. Remus got a mischevious grin on his lips as he put his finger against his mouth to make you shush.

"That's Reeeemmmmyyy! Let's spook the guts out of them!" He was half whispering even if he fully knew they couldn't hear him.

He sneaked on the tips of his toes while laughing. His tail was swinging back and forth behind him out of evil excitement. He stopped right behind Remy and got ready to pounce when Remy suddenly turned around and smacked him on the forehead like a sibling would.

Remus' mouth hung agape for a moment before exclaiming "HOW DID YOU KNOW I WAS COMING!?!? You sneaky fuck! You ruined my scare!"

While he talked he signed every third word or so with his hands. He had a bad habit of skipping signs when he got filled with any sort of extreme emotion.

'I could still see your shadow Ridiot' Remy signed back, signing the letter R before idiot to indicate it was such an idiotic move only one of the R twins could have been behind it.

'Gonna lock my shadow up before jumping on you next time' Remus rembered you were stil there and told you directly "This is Remy by the way. They're a silly bitch with brocoli growing out of their ass and-"

'I can still read lips RIDIOT!' Remy interrupted, making their hand movements bigger to show they were doing the sign language equivalent of yelling.

"And they're deaf so please think of that if you're gonna speak to them" He covered his mouth before continuing so Remy couldnt read his lips "Andasillybitch" He moved his hand away again signed to Remy 'This is sketch. She's one of those weird sunglassed non demons that keep popping up'

He held you up like you were a tiny dog or a ferret. You got a good look at Remy. Their stark white hair stood out the most, you hadn't seen any demons with non human hair colors so far. They wore sunglasses that hid their eyes and their blue horns looked a bit like a rams. Their skin was so pale it took almost a blueish tone that matched with their blue and black clothes.

Remy waved hello to you while giving a relaxed smile.

'You here to talk with Emile?' The sign for Emile was one they'd made up. It was like a mix of the signs for honey and babe. 'Cause you sure as hell wasn't here yesterday when you should have. Y'know Orange's gonna super bitch about that on the next meeting'

Remus waved it off "Yeah Yeah. I'll gnaw off his feet and feed the toes to crows or something"

Remy's expression softened a little as they asked 'Were you on earth?'

He nodded. They silently bumped their forehead against his, they knew he was only on earth if he had to do his job.

They stood up and let him lean his head against theirs as he followed them a bit further into the room where Emile Picani had his desk set up.

Emile was focused on writing something with a pen with a lil elephant eraser on the top of it. He had a beanbag as a chair, a stitch plushie watching from the top of a stack of books and his desk was decorated with stickers from various cartoons.

He shone up like the sun when he saw the three of you. Remy made place for themself on his lap and kissed his cheek. He had a fluffy afro and long reddish horns that nearly created a circle around the top of his head, like a saint. He wore loose brown soft clothes and a bright pink tie.

"Remus! Just the demon I've been looking for" Emile scrambled to find his glasses and report card in the mess that was his desk "Ready to give your monthly report?"

"No I'm ready to assasinate the both of you..Kidding uhuhahauhhhghh...." He let out a sigh "I've seduced 4 humans this month"

"Aw buddy. You must be hungry" Emile commented like he usually did while writing it down "I'm sure you're just a late bloomer. You'll find someone that tingles your tongle someday. The latest bloomed flowers are the prettiest"

"Yeah...I'm aiming for a venus fly trap"

Remy and Emile are now open for asks!

#thanks for the ask !#sketch #sanders sides #thomas sanders #remus sanders #remile #remy sanders #emile picani

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existslikepristin · 2 years

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A hefty thanks to @ggidolsmuts and @midnightdancingsol for help reviewing and editing this!

That's it. You don't get a blurb this time!

Tags: NSFW, TheLounge, Gfriend/VIVIZ, SinB, technically also Yerin, talking about futa!Eunseo, feet stuff I think, weak-ass spanking, developing new kinks, a worldwide circle jerk

Fancam, Basically (Part 1 of 2)

SinB finally set up the last of her decorations. She sat back and looked at them with pride. They were perfect for packing up and concealing in a small duffel bag, yet large enough to drown the field of view of the camera in a dazzlingly fluffy display of luxury.

The camera was top of the line, and she had a dedicated computer as well. It was only average in terms of specs, but the custom software it contained was exclusive to SinB thanks to a few strings she’d pulled.

Her clothes were less exclusive, but no less perfect for the situation. For bottoms, a pale pink miniskirt over a black barely-there string thong. On top, a hot pink sheer cardigan, wide open so as not to hide the soft pastel pink lacy tank top. The only piece of clothing she was wearing that wasn’t easily visible was her black bra, which was cut so low that it only half-covered her nipples and matched her strappy stiletto heels.

An extra piece had been added to her ensemble recently: a crazy, jeweled, feathery, horned masquerade mask given to her at a fanmeet, but it sat idly on the table next to her computer along with her modest pile of equally modest sex toys. She didn’t plan on wearing it, but it was an appropriate decoration anyway.

With an excited shiver, SinB sat down on the fuzzy rug in front of the camera, shifted her bluetooth keyboard and mouse into positions that would make them easy to reach, and logged in to CamDream under her fantastically clever alias:

GeeBeeSeeBee

SinB flipped on the camera and watched her indicator light change from red to yellow. Preview mode. She had her idol status to protect, so she didn’t trust CamDream’s preview screen. Instead, she had her own installed. She would see her preview on monitor one, her chat and various other CamDream features on monitor two, and monitor three was for any extras, like watching anybody else’s camera feed. SinB was cautious. She always did a full systems check.

Camera: preview mode, of course.

Necessary application windows: open and appropriately distributed.

Paraphernalia like dildos and water: within reach.

Toe tattoo: very well-hidden.

Camera stand: bolted into the floor.

Phone: silent mode, and…

SinB squeezed her phone so hard her knuckles went white. She smashed the answer button.

“Fuck do you want?!”

Yerin snickered snidely. “I see you’re sticking to your biweekly schedule there.”

“Shut up you goddamn insect!” SinB shouted into the microphone. Hearing Yerin’s gasp of ear pain was mildly satisfying, but she couldn’t help but scold herself mentally. She had tried to avoid a confrontation with Yerin about what happened during her Russian ski trip. But that was a bad idea. She had hoped that if she pretended not to know anything, Yerin would eventually figure GeeBeeSeeBee wasn’t actually her and drop the issue.

Clearly, she should have known Yerin was more persistent than that.

“Hey now Beeb, no need to get your dildo in a twist! I’mma just teasing you!”

Part of the benefit of Yerin dropping the issue would have been that the obsessive bitch would still watch GeeBeeSeeBee’s show, still unsure if it was really SinB or not. Not that SinB hadn’t fantasized about that; confounding Yerin, letting Yerin jill off to the sight of a girl just for looking like her, maybe saying something like “Yerin is my bias” and hearing her scream in orgasm, meeting for breakfast the next day and acting like nothing happened while Yerin couldn’t help but hump a pillo—

“I don’t give a shit, Yerin! Just… let me do my fucking thing and I’ll let you do yours!”

She couldn’t hang up fast enough. She heard Yerin’s giggles, and spiked her phone to the rug. Despite her rage, she continued her systems check.

Extra face camera: in position to alert her if she dipped too far down.

Voice modulator: set to slightly higher pitch and minor distortion.

In-ear: functional.

Mood lighting: perfect.

Background tunes: sexy.

Phone: still silent but blinking…

SinB slammed the phone’s screen. Yerin’s text was equally as infuriating as her call. So, if my FUCKING thing happens to be watching your show…

Conceding victory to Yerin was not an option. She texted back immediately. how bout you dont watch SHIT you whore

Mmm. I bet I can get Eunha to make you call me that in person while you sit on my face. Please call me a whore in person. I want it sooo bad!

SinB tried to come up with a threatening response, but before she could type it up, another text from Yerin came through.

Oh wow. I don’t know why I didn’t think to invite Eunha to watch this camgirl with me. I bet she’d love her.

SinB’s eyes flicked back and forth between the time and the steadily blinking text cursor at the top of her phone’s keyboard. It was nearly time for the show to start. Not that she really cared about punctuality, but there were people already in the chat expressing their adoration for GeeBeeSeeBee. She sent more texts, hoping it would get her point across, spray-and-pray style.

fuck you

bitch

i will fucking murder you jung

i will sit your goddam throat

slit*

nobody

will find

your corsp

She flung her phone out of sight. She didn’t need the kind of negativity Yerin was putting on her. Show nights were special. SinB could admit that she loved being desired despite her anonymity, but admitting that she loved all of the sex acts Eunha had been putting her through for months was out of the question. Even more out of the question was admitting that she really, really, really wished that Yerin would participate in them—

“FUCK YOU, YERIN!” SinB screamed so hard it hurt her throat. The other members, including Yerin, weren’t in the dorm, but she hoped Yerin could hear it echoing through the aether.

A few deep breaths did a decent job at calming her down. She still fully intended to go through with her show, so with one minute remaining until her scheduled start time, she scanned the chat. There were already twenty-three viewers watching the music visualization with her screen name printed over it. Nearly all of those would be her regulars. Either they were notified by email or app, or they had her schedule memorized. The newbies and the randos would come later.

The messages zipping past at breakneck speed warmed her heart in the weirdest way, especially the ones from her regulars, or “lovers,” as she liked to call her little personal perverted fanclub. Bro I got the dono money toniiite!; face revel today i can feel it; hell yes! you are the best; thicc thicc thicc thicc THIIICCCCC THIGHS; No guys, GBSB is the best. But yes, you’re still a legend.; think she’ll show her feet again?; Full nude show beginning to end! Save your donos for the action!; action all the way; lul the feet thing was from some random rich ass donor dont count on it; already jerking off omggggg; gonna be hawt af; I hope her internet doesn’t crash again; What? She’s not that thicc. But I would die in her thighs, yes.

SinB looked down at her thighs. They were very slightly thicker than normal. She hadn’t restarted her workouts. She smiled and pinched her own leg. If her lovers were into a tiny little bit of chub, she was happy to provide it.

She clicked the countdown button on CamDream’s streamer page. The yellow indicator light flashed once, twice, three times. The green one joined it for another one, two, three flashes. Finally, the green flashed on its own. SinB struck a pose, going full pinup girl mode. One hand on the small of her back to create the illusion of a deeper arch, the other sweeping her cardigan back and pinching back her tank top to make her still-toned figure more obvious. She even pursed her lips for an air kiss at the face cam. Not that anyone would see it but her.

Three…

Two…

One…

Showtime.

“Hellooo lovers,” SinB said with perfect timing and all the charisma she cared to glean out of her veteran idol career.

It was time for them to get off on her body. She’d get off on that. They’d get off on her getting off, and she’d get off on that. It was the kind of cycle that, in SinB’s experience, would get really, really, really vicious.

The already-speedy chat window went supersonic as viewers swarmed in and SinB turned herself side to side. Her stiletto’d heels pressed into the backs of her thighs in turn. She leaned forward, letting the bra do what pushup work it could to give her any amount of cleavage. Her pitch black hair was just getting long enough again to tickle her shoulders. With the elation she felt at seeing her lovers losing their shit, begging her for more, that tickle turned into a whole shiver. Goosebumps spread over her entire body, too small for the camera to pick up on.

“Boys. And. Girls! Are you excited tonight?!” SinB was feeling giddy. Show night never failed to make her forget all her troubles.

As much as she loved seeing all of the blatantly horny messages from randos, she knew the chat was moving too fast for her to be able to read anything from anyone who mattered. She slipped a hand out of sight of the camera and tapped in the keyboard shortcut for slow chat mode. It didn’t prevent anyone from posting. It simply superimposed messages from a preselected list of users, or with attached donations, over the top of everybody else’s.

“I know I’m excited! I even got all dressed up for you, lovers. See?” SinB backed away from the camera and, still on her knees, modeled her effective lack of “dressed up.”

She bit her lower lip at the sight of herself on the preview monitor. Her skirt didn’t fully cover her goods at this angle. Her labia, split down the center by her minuscule thong, were visible on screen, and not even in a subtle way. SinB looked like the trashiest fantasy slut, absolutely whorish, and behind her anonymous veil, she was completely in lust with herself.

SinB turned around, propping one leg up on her heel while the other stayed down. She spread her ass with one hand, briefly admiring the way her hot pink nail polish looked digging into the flesh of her butt cheek. Even more than the front, the back of the thong was practically nothing. Thanks to her dancer’s flexibility, she was free to admire the rim of her asshole on the monitor.

“Oh no!” SinB squealed in a mockish falsetto. “I think my juicy ass ate most of the fabric!”

The chat rapidly filled with “lol”s and peach emoji.

“Thank fuck someone gets my humor,” SinB said before closing her legs and plopping back to her knees in front of the camera.

A couple of smaller private chat windows popped up to the side. akibangerooni said, Damn gurl! I have a dono here to make you undress for the whole night but thats hot as shit! Should I wait? and jinnielikestitties asked, How much tonight baby?

SinB was a well-oiled machine when it came to interacting with fans. She responded to jinnielikestitties in the private chat, fingers flying across her keyboard, for you honey just 500 while out loud, she hummed. “I don’t know, aki. It sounds like you’re going to be everybody’s big hero for the night, so you get to choose.”

Almost instantly, the sound clip indicating a massive donation blasted through the computer speakers. In the main chat, akibangerooni sent an animated emote of GeeBeeSeeBee flashing her gold star nipple pasties at the camera. It was accompanied by a glowing notification of the donation.

It wasn’t that SinB needed the money. She just wanted to avoid setting an expectation that models were working on CamDream for free. In fact, she most often ended her show nights by going into incognito mode and re-donating her earnings for the night to any other models she found herself attracted to. She liked watching their reactions to the big numbers.

“Five thousand spades?! Did you see that everybody? This fuckin perv aki wants me naked!”

Pulling the important chat window to the side to see the other one, SinB smirked at the enormous wave of randos exclaiming their horniness into oblivion. There were a couple hundred of them now. The things they said would earn them a set of swift kicks in real life, but in the GeeBeeSeeBee chat they were not only welcome but enthusiastically encouraged.

SinB didn’t really bother reading the reactions in either chat. She knew what they were saying. And having chatted with akibangerooni on numerous occasions, she knew what the answer to her next question would be. But still, she wanted to ask, and see his direct feedback.

“So aki, you gross, filthy boy. Do you want a sexy little strip tease, or do you want me naked as fast as I can get naked?”

The private donation for five hundred spades came in from jinnielikestitties, and SinB opened up a view for her webcam on monitor three. Jinnie was a chubby girl with exceptionally cute eyes that made SinB want to cream instantly. She also liked to play with her hefty tits while SinB passively watched. She was just the first of a dozen or so cams that SinB would have simultaneously open by the end of the night. SinB didn’t say anything out loud to avoid embarrassing her, but gave her a subtle thumbs up and watched for her to do the same.

“No strip tease?! Nakey nakey tits and bakey it is then! You dirty beast.”

A few more minor donations came in while SinB practically ripped her way out of her clothes. Ten spades a piece, good for one light spank each. They were so commonplace that she never even acknowledged them out loud.

SinB’s skin crawled in the most wonderful way as she sat back down. The viewer count had already jumped to three hundred and thirty-eight. Every one of those eyes, intent on drinking in every bare inch of her. Those ears, eagerly awaiting her pleasured moans. Hands on more than three hundred cocks or pussies in her honor. SinB recalled an interview in which someone had implied that idols got a sort of high off of a crowd. The implication wasn’t wrong. It was a rush. The kind of rush that soaked SinB’s panties—or lack thereof—and demanded that she fill her pussy with something. But she still had a donor to please.

“Sorry aki,” she said, “These shoes weren’t made for quick extraction, ya know?” Of course, the crowd could entertain themselves with her jiggling, perky tits while she struggled. She still had a buckle and half a dozen straps to get through on each shoe.

Halfway through the first shoe, SinB was interrupted by another large donation. It was another of her lovers, CertifiedCoomerboy. Two thousand spades. The regulars were dumping their wallets. The message was public, and was already getting positive feedback: hey can you plz show us your feet while you do that?

SinB’s first instinct was to do what he asked. She leaned back and started to lift her knee, but she paused to curse Yerin out in her head for almost definitely being the one to incept the foot fetish into her lover’s mind two weeks earlier. She wondered if it had been incepted into hers too. She had opted for a pedicure earlier in the day and had thoroughly enjoyed it. If she’d let her mind wander, the foot massage might have made SinB put her hand down her pant—

“Yeah! Yup! Sure can! Just let me, uh…”

After a bit of experimentation with the angle in the camera, SinB propped one leg up on the opposite knee. With the shoe removed, she wiggled her toes inches away from the camera. Her toenail polish was pink, like on her fingers, but darker. Yerin had suggested the color.

SinB smacked her forehead. She shouldn't have let Yerin go with her. Now it was going to be obvious. But of course, Yerin had figured her out already.

"I got a pedicure today, so you fuckin better appreciate this, CCB!"

Another message with a smaller donation came up from him. yes mistress gbsb! I love your toes so much

"Then you shouldn't be typing. You should have both hands on your cock. Imagine it between my feet." SinB didn’t know where her ranting was coming from. "My, uh… soles squeezing down on either side. Stare at my toes until your mind goes numb, because I had them painted up all pretty just for you, lovers."

She stared at herself in the preview cam, wondering if that was taking it too far. With a shake of her head, she shifted to the other foot, angling it similarly to the first and slowly removing the straps. She knew she should go faster, per akibangerooni's request, but she suddenly wanted to see the reaction to her foot play. Surely he'd understand.

More ten spade donations. She kept a tally in her head. Viewer count was nearly four hundred.

"What are your thoughts on my heels? Like, mine, not the shoes."

All positive messages from her regulars. Except for BiggusDickus. He was normally so enthusiastic. She couldn’t imagine why he wasn't online, same as the last show. Strange. Maybe he had work.

Finally, SinB flicked her shoe off. "Hmmm. I haven't thought about foot stuff with all my girlies yet. What would I do? Rub their pussies with the pads of my feet? My shoe size may be small but I don't know if I can get these inside anyone."

A groan played in her in-ear. Jinnie was pinching her nipples. SinB grinned and was about to comment when a third private chat window appeared with a truly obscene donation of twenty thousand spades. It was from HyperSlut_GodHo. That bitch Yerin. Wooow SinB. Since when did you start liking your feet? Want me to play with you? Your feet are super cyoooot!

For the first time ever, SinB ignored a private donation.

"Enough of this, lovers! I have a story for you tonight! Before I get started…" she trailed off and got back up to her knees, facing away. She gave herself a slap on the ass. Hardly a real smack, but enough to ripple her butt cutely. "Let's see… that's one. Two. Three." It wasn't even remotely painful, even after working her way through all sixteen miniature donations.

She got another, public this time, from jinnielikestitties. It didn’t require a message, as three hundred thirty-three spades was on her donation guide, listed as "one hand nipple play."

"Thank you, Jinnie baby," is all she had to say to get another groan.

SinB leaned against the back of her set, legs spread wide, but she refused herself the pleasure of touching her clit. She had to wait. Let the crowd control her. The thrill started to build again. "Where to start? I got fucked so good two days ago."

Something SinB was willing to admit to was that she didn't actually like having her nipples played with. They were sensitive, and her partners tended to pay too much attention to them. But a request from a lover was law. She started on the right side, lightly pinching and twisting. She winced, but still moaned like a whore for the audience. Of course, she liked that her nipples were appreciated. They were incredibly cute and tiny. SinB preferred ones that looked more like Jinnie's, though, broad and deliciously dark.

"It was unplanned. We were in a mall. She was helping me pick out a new umbrella, of all things, when I realized that… God, I was just sooo fucking horny."

More small-scale donations. More viewers. SinB lifted her legs, putting her ass in view without blocking line of sight to her right boob. She spanked herself seven times and continued her mostly accurate story. “So I dragged her into a dressing room in the Second Ring shop, pushed her against the wall, and pulled down her pants.”

Another pop-up chat. Another regular asking for their camera to be turned on. Another donation made. Another camera feed opened. He was a scrawny guy with a shockingly large dick and sharp jawline. SinB gave him the thumbs up, and he returned it. A quiet moan came through from Jinnie. “Oh yes…” The night’s worldwide circle jerk was beginning with SinB at its center.

“I’ve told you about this girl before too, last month. She’s a futa, with a dick the size of my whole damn arm.”

Another camera open. SinB didn’t recognize this man. She almost giggled at his muscles overcompensating for his small penis. But he was doing his part to add to her fantasy, which is all he needed to do.

“Good thing for her I’ve been practicing my dick sucking technique.”

A sixty-seven spade donation message appeared from a new person. They visited for the first time during her last show. SinB was glad they came back after that. Sixty-seven spades was listed as 1-min funny talk (specify), and the message said pant like a bitch.

“Uuungh,” SinB moaned, interspersing long, exaggerated breaths every few words, “I slicked her up with, uuugh, my tongue as best as I could, uuugh, but she was just so big! Mmmf!” Even if they were fake, her own moans were getting her even deeper in the mood.

SinB described the blowjob in more and more detail, sometimes repeating aspects of it in greater, lewder detail. Hums of pleasure became “slutty gags,” while a tiny bit of precum became “gallons of jizz.” Of course, the entire time she avoided the most accurate version of the truth, which was that she gave Eunseo the shortest, most timid, and most nerve-wracking blowjob of all time in the least-populated, least-staffed store they could find, and Eunseo didn’t cum.

Wow. This sounds pretty over the top for you, Sin. I would love to watch you blow someone like that. The HyperSlut_GodHo private chat forced its way to the front every time a new message from her came through. The only way to stop it would be to ban Yerin from the chat. But SinB couldn’t bring herself to do it. Banning a friend would be a dick move, even if they were watching her masturbate as part of a crowd of nearly a thousand.

Eight cameras were open on monitor three by the time SinB finished her smutty story. Some absolute saint that SinB wasn’t familiar with paid for a “finisher” near the end, meaning SinB got to grab the bullet vibrator, tape it to her clit, and turn it on the highest setting until she came. And she was close. Watching eight people stroke or pump themselves off to her, some of them even having cum already, holding their cum-drenched hands up for her to see in full view, was driving SinB mad. She struggled to keep an eye open as her climax built, sucked her own fingers, spread her pussy, planted her feet firmly in the rug’s fluff. It was coming. The best part of every show night. She was coming. The only thing that could stop it would be…

HyperSlut_GodHo’s donation of exactly six hundred sixty-six thousand, six hundred and sixty-six spades.

The vibrator shut off unceremoniously. It was just plain off. Some guy in one of the camera windows actually said “What” as if that wasn’t the only word on SinB’s mind. She screamed it too, seconds later, “WHAT?!”

Nobody had ever stopped a “finisher” before. Sure, they could request smaller denials, like “stop fingering” or “pinch your thigh” but SinB had specifically made the “finisher denial” prohibitively expensive. It wasn’t just “dang, that’s a lot” kind of money required for that many spades. It was the kind of money that could change the lives of the grand majority of models on CamDream or any other similar website. The ridiculous, life-altering cost was meant to ensure that nobody would ever try to interrupt one of SinB’s ridiculous, mind-altering orgasms. She wanted a jelly brain! Why wasn’t her brain jelly?!

The main chat was dead. The cams were silent. Even the background chat of horny non-contributors was moving significantly more slowly. After a moment, Jinnie started to speak, her voice electrified by her poor-quality microphone, “D-did the battery go o—”

Jinnie was interrupted by a blast of noise. A loud, low, seductive woman’s giggle. Every model on CamDream hoped to hear that laugh a few times a year, but often only heard it once or twice in their career. “Lilith’s Cheer,” or so it was called, was just one of the many sounds that played for donations. In this case, for donations larger than fifty thousand spades. But for how much Yerin paid, the sound should have been a reading of HyperSlut_GodHo’s public message. Sorry! No cummies for you yet!

SinB screamed incoherently, torn between screaming about not cumming and just finishing herself off, and screaming about the money. It was all still a performance. Models didn’t get on CamDream for nothing. She struggled to find words. Something that would put Yerin in her place without giving everything away.

“Ff-- Th-thank you!” She failed. Her head, entirely deprived of orgasm, swam with rage. But she couldn’t stop. “Thank… Thank you so m-much! Oh god, that’s… so much. Th-thank you, H-HyperSlut! Thank you, thank you, thank y-you!”

She grabbed her keyboard. Her mind was only partially jelly, but her fingers felt weak, so her typing was slow and mostly utilized the muscles of her forearms. She navigated to HyperSlut_GodHo’s private chat and smashed the worst, most capitalized profanities and insults she could hazily imagine into the poor, helpless keys. FUCK. YOU; STUPI CUNT; GET BAK HRRE nOW; ILL RIP YU A NEW TWATS; YOU WANA DIE ThAT BADHUH; UR SPINE WILL B MY DILDO

And yet, her mouth continued to pour out the gratitude like a bitter wine. It’s what any normal person would do when given approximately two years’ salary all at once. “Thank you so fucking much! I ca-- I can’t believe it. Thank you!” SinB wondered if she was going to develop a complex from the thankful, angry, horny trichotomy.

Meanwhile, the chats were back up and running at full speed. Everybody was understandably—frustratingly—expressing thanks and admiration to HyperSlut_GodHo. Even the virtually-present audience of webcammers were wiping jizz and lube off their hands to type big props to GeeBeeSeeBee’s new, most generous patron. Yerin ignored SinB’s messages to respond to the main chat with humility, spouting some shit about just trying to do her part for her favorite model, pseudo-lying about how she’d actually been watching for years.

After grumbling some of the anger out of her system, SinB attempted to move on. “Wow, that sure is amazing. Gosh… I don’t know what to do. Guess we should, um, continue with the cum show, hm?”

Some woman with her webcam on had the gall to laugh. But SinB realized she was just enjoying the performance in her own way. She gushed a little, and mentally begged for a humiliation kink to not become part of that new complex. Or a begging kink, for that matter. Shit.

“I-I mean, uh… should we let Ye-- HyperSlut control the sh-show... for the rest of the night?”

There were a couple of dissenters in the chat, but not nearly as many as SinB had hoped for. ya! i think she deserves; if she wants more feet I think so yes; Hell ye bro! I thought I was dono god but its her now!; noone gonna ? wer all the $ is from; cool with me; By all means.; lets do it"

SinB scowled. It's what her lovers wanted, her compliance could still be justified.

"Okay, but HyperSlut, if any more of my lovers donate, I may have to interrupt to do what they want."

Affirmations of love and appreciations of sluttiness scrolled by, along with one message from HyperSlut_GodHo. No pressure if the answer is no, but is there any chance you have a way to cover your face so you can get closer to the camera?

“Uhhh.” SinB’s eyes drifted over to her pile of sex toys. Normally she would say no, but as long as the option was available, she might as well agree. Of fucking course she would Chekhov herself.

“Um, yeah. I do. Give me a sec.”

The mask felt heavy in her hands, like it was full of impending regrets, scandals, and at least one ended career. But she had effectively two years of wages available to cash in from spades now if all went poorly, so she figured it would all be worth at least one incredible orgasm. The mask felt much lighter once it was secured around her cheeks. Obviously, regrets, scandals, and careers were technically abstract concepts with no physical weight to them.

SinB checked herself out in her face cam first, verifying that every angle she could manage to see herself in wouldn’t show enough of her face to reveal her identity. It was strange how such a simple covering was such an efficient disguise. She barely recognized herself.

“Okay, lovers. You all better f-fucking compliment my lipstick.”

It was like the start of a new show. Every person on monitor three was leaning toward their screen, already masturbating furiously. SinB’s heart raced. They were all so excited. That made SinB excited. There went the cycle again. She didn’t even have the patience to count down from three.

Showtime!

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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highladyluck · 2 years

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Wheel of Time 01x08 liveblog

Teaser:

The R.O.U.S.es are a myth, but the Man-Eating Fungus is very real

ooops, the dark one's prison broke the nice china

HOLY SHIT [this response encompasses everything from 'that armor is awesome' to 'they really did ball gag the damane' to 'that tidal wave sure is symbolic']

I love hearing the Old Tongue!!! [in my notes I wrote "One Power" XD but this is what I meant]

Interesting... Latra Posae Decumae is Tamyrlin?

Oh, that hurts, LTT trying to make the world safe for his kids.

This is the crystal spires and togas I was promised! It gives me Star Wars vibes.

The R.O.U.S.es are a myth, but the Man-Eating Fungus is very real

An Educational Field Trip With Moiraine Sedai

I'm shipping Perrin/Rand again I'm so sorry

Moiraine cutting Rand dead in the Fire Swamp like "we're not friends"

I love that we get Nyneave's tracking skills

Oh that is a cool effect (of Ishy's fireface zooming into his eyeball)

Ishy is kinda sexy

Wow that is extremely homoerotic

This is very Star Wars- first the AOL, then the dream confrontation in the swamp

Holy shit, Rand. Suicide to wake up? hooooo boy

lol I see they know how sa'angreal were made in this turning XD (oh interesting... is that a saidin one? How would the tower know? I guess there is precedent for sa'angreal that use both halves of the OP.)

Nyneave's block appears to be... sort of a thing?

I feel like Rand and Moiraine both walk into traps deliberately

loool, that you, Elaida? Moiraine had a block? ooooof Moiraine :(

bad things afoot for Nyn (or she will explode again)

is Lord Yakota supposed to be Ingtar? Are we getting Ingtar?

COOL love a decorative pit

ah, the beginning of Rand's Complex

glad we got the shot of Lan and Malkier

Oh dear. Is... Lord Agelmar the darkfriend? or just... that specific brand of Borderland Masculinity? So hard to say

Darkfriends... in... the White Tower libraries? Are you going to unpack that statement, Moiraine? BLACK AJAH Y'ALL

my HEART when Rand touches the Ancient Aes Sedai symbol

lotta babies in this ep

YESSSSSSSS FLICKER FLICKER

ok, she got shielded, only shielded, phew... hopefully

I prefer this defense of Fal Dara to the book version (although I have to ask... are they cribbing from @asha-mage‘s work again? because this reminded me of parts of Of The Mountain Home.)

great music

Nyneave's significant glance at the Malkieri woman, heh

Perrin & Loial having a heart to heart

Rand like "this characterization is bad, Egwene would never give up her career"

Rand is so clever, but Ishy knows what's in his head

Moiraine is a stabby bitch and I love her

Wtf is buried under the throne?

ooof I hope the darkfriend isn't Amalisa

and this is where Rand is like 'shit, the list of people who can teach me channeling is very small and one of them might be the Dark One'

Ishy, tuck in your damn shirt

Aaaaaaay it's Fain

What? The fucking horn is there?

Circles!

Oh damn, Perrin the Hornsounder? They wouldn't... would they?

Saidin is clean! oh wait... oh, Rand

Amalisa, I hope you know what you are doing and that it isn't evil

Ok, that is some cool shit ...but Amalisa has gone power-mad, whoopsie Love how it kinda parallels the battle in Rand's head rn

This Rand drinks his respect women juice (for now, anyway)

awww sweetie

oh no, are they gonna make Perrin stab Lady Amalisa?

SHIT Padan Fain daggered Loial & Nyn is... hopefully not burned out

aaaaaaay it's gonna be the Hunt for the Horny next season

NO MY BABY MAT, stumbling drunkenly in a dark alley with a stab wound [like, typical, but not what I want for him, you know?]

Rand is off to brood and maybe grab Mat

Perrin is losing at head games, as per usual

Moiraine is staring at the pretty rocks & lying for her boy

SHIT. I was afraid of [her being stilled]. Nyn better be ok, because who else is gonna heal stilling? [Spouse thinks she's just got a tied-off shield since Lan isn't showing signs of the bond being actually broken]

Damn look at Egg with the fancy fixing [eyes emoji]

ooops, the dark one's prison broke the nice china

that's so many [ships] JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

THE SEANCHAN THEME

HOLY SHIT [this response encompasses everything from 'that armor is awesome' to 'they really did ball gag the damane' to 'that tidal wave sure is symbolic']

Post-show, me discussing how I wasn't expecting the taint: "I mean, the corruption. We can't call it the taint anymore." My spouse, immediately: "The Seanchan call it the taint."

#wheel of time #wot book spoilers #wot on prime #wot on prime spoilers #wot on prime s1e8 #wot on prime liveblog

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realcube · 3 years

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CELEBRATING YOUR BIRTHDAY

characters ♡ bokuto, tendō, matsukawa & suna

tw ♡ gn! reader, timeskip! bokuto (all sfw tho), swearing, reader wears makeup (matsukawa), swearing, mentions of death & food

cred ♡ thanks to anon for this request <3

KŌTARŌ BOKUTO

♡ he was literally counting down the days to your birthday, he even took the day off practise to celebrate it with you so imagine his surprise when the special day finally rolls around and he wakes up to an empty bed

♡ at first, he thought that perhaps you were just around the house somewhere but nope, the place was completely empty and even worse, all signs pointed to his theory that you had gone to work/school on your birthday

♡ outraged. he was absolutely outraged.

♡ firstly, he tried calling you but you wouldn’t pick up, even after his many attempts so his next resort to call your place of work/school reception

♡ obviously he managed to get a hold of you then-

♡ he was originally gonna yell about how you lied to him about taking the day off on your birthday but there was no way he could be angry at you — almost ever — so instead, he made the quick decision of telling you to have a nice day before hanging up

♡ you were kinda pissed that he wasted your time like that but how could you stay mad at him? he’s fkn adorable! he blew you audible kisses over the phone for good luck!

♡ you laboured your way through the day, putting in great effort yet through it all, the only thing on your mind was how much you wanted to just pass out on the couch with bokuto as soon as you got home. you weren’t even sure if you had the energy to change into your pjyamas.

♡ however, when you finally did arrive home, there was no need to put yourself through the onerous task of changing clothes as the first thing you were greeted by when you stepped foot in your own home was a chorus of cheers of ‘surprise!’ followed by people spilling out into the foyer from the kitchen and living room

♡ then there was bokuto, the loudest of them all leading the crowd, blowing into the party horn while dashing up to, throwing his arms around your shoulders to pull you into a tight hug, ‘happy birthday, sweetie!’

♡ a light gasp escaped your lips at the sudden hoots, and the unfamiliar — and frankly uncomfortable — sight of many friends swarm towards you had you on edge but when you felt bokuto wrap you in his warm embrace, you knew you were home

♡ he held you close until you were forced apart by many guests tearing you away to personally wish you a happy birthday

♡ now that the initial shock had died down, you noticed that there wasn’t as many people present as you thought, it was a humble gathering of all your closest friends

♡ there was a massive pile of bright-colored gifts lying on the stairs, and it was hard not to immediately acknowledge them as the sheer mass and number of the presents scattered across the steps prevented anyone from being able to go upstairs

♡ the following day, you were made aware of the fact 90% of those presents were addressed from ‘your best ace husband ;)’ which was pretty straight-forward considering you only have one husband; kiyoomi sakusa.

♡ jokes, you married bokuto but sakusa was also at the party. he originally just wanted to drop off his gift then leave but bokuto persuaded him to stay, though he seemed to be regretting it now as almost everyone at the party now shared an unspoken goal to slam sakusa’s face into one of the cupcakes that decorated the circumference of your cake

♡ speaking of the cake, bokuto remembered what type of cake was your favorite from the wedding planning and he was so chuffed with himself. in fact, he was so confident in his cake picking ability that he ordered a massive 3-tier monster of a dessert

♡ neither of you would be able to finish it before it goes bad so you ended up cutting it up into pieces and sending each guest away with a little goody-bag with a slice of cake inside lmao

♡ once you had finished your goodbyes and everyone had filed out of your home, you flopped onto the couch and let out a deep sigh of relief. well, it was only a sigh for a few moment as it became a wheeze when bokuto laid down on top of you

♡ ‘happy birthday, (y/n). i’m sorry if i tired you out.’ he hummed, fiddling with your fingers as his lips curled into a shaky smile

♡ ‘i’m a bit sleepy but i had an amazing time. thank you so much, kō.’

♡ bokuto smiled, his heavy lid falling shut as he finally rested his neck, being able to fall asleep comfortably now that you’ve told him that you had fun

SATORI TENDŌ

♡ unlike bokuto, he’ll actually mention your birthday a few weeks prior to the celebration so he can plan the perfect date :3

♡ ‘so do you wanna go to the aquarium or the theme park? because i know we’ve went to the park before but they remodelled it apparently. plus, maybe the aquarium is a bit underwhelming for such a special day, but it’s up to yo--’

♡ ‘we won’t really get to spend much time in either. if you consider the time school finishes, the train ride and the time the aquarium and park closes so maybe we could just chill at my house instead.’

♡ tendō deadpanned for a moment, the most unamused look taking over his features until he suddenly burst out laughing, cackling as if you just told the joke of the century, ‘seriously, (y/n)? you’re gonna go to school on your birthday.’

♡ ‘yes, of course.’ you replied in all seriousness, resulting in tendō awkwardly beginning to stifle his chuckles.

♡ he frowned, slumping back into the seat beside you, ‘c’mon, it’s your birthday, though! you deserve the day off.’

♡ you shook your head, kindly declining his suggestion, ‘i have a test on that day.’

♡ ‘all the more reason to ditch!’

♡ now it was your turn to deadpan

♡ tendō tossed his head back while letting out a sigh of defeat, draping his arm around your shoulder to lovingly pull you to his chest, ‘alright, then. whatever you want, dear.’

♡ you smiled, glad that you didn’t need to disagree with him any longer — and you were even happier on the day. even though you insisted that he keeps things small on your birthday, he still managed to find a way to make things extra asf by getting you a massive plush that was about half the size of your stature and a hamper of homemade chocolates ><

ISSEI MATSUKAWA

♡ honestly, he’s never been the best at giving gifts but he tries extra hard for you

♡ like if you off-handedly say that you are cold during class, he’ll buy you a bunch of new jackets, jumpers and gloves

♡ or if you say you need more mascara, he’ll buy you exact same one you usually wear

♡ he’s observant enough to notice and remember the exact shade and brands of all your cosmetic products but he’s not observant enough to pick up on the subtle hints you drop as to what you want for your birthday

♡ you can never guess what he’s gonna get you and that adds to your anticipation for the day

♡ if your birthday is on a school day, he’ll bring in a batch of homemade cupcakes (which hanamaki helped him with) and stick a candle in one of them for you to blow out

♡ he offers you one but they are all pretty stale- just smile and nod while your teeth feel like they are being shattered trying to bite down on the cupcake

♡ it might set off the fire alarm but oh well, just count that as another present

♡ oikawa will probably get you something like a bouquet and try flirt with you so at that point, matsukawa and hanamaki begin using the cupcakes as weapons

♡ they are a two for one deal so you’re going to be spending the day with both of them tailing you like lost puppies

platonic RINTARŌ SUNA

♡ (requester specified) your birthday is on the same day as his so ofc he’s going to be a little salty abt it

♡ you both created a game to see who receives the most birthday wishes and whoever won gets ¥1500 from the loser’s birthday money

♡ for the past few years, he’s usually been the winner by just a few but this year, you made it a point to befriend all him teammates in order to ensure victory

♡ having to pretend to be friendly with atsumu — who wasn’t very good at hiding his massive crush —was definitely a challenge but you powered through

♡ in fact, you may have played the role too well as both the miya twins gave you a gift

♡ osamu gave both you and suna a plastic bag filled with some food he made and water bottles

♡ as for atsumu, his gift to you was a massive hamper filled with an assortment of many different luxury confectionary which didn’t look cheap at all but it didn’t feel appropriate to question the price so you simply took it from him with a bright smile

♡ of course, suna was excited (and very hungry) as he expected the same gift but he was more than disappointed when all he received was a bag of chips and a slap on the back

♡ he goes out of his way to tell every teacher it’s your birthday in hopes that they’ll make the class sing happy birthday to you

♡ but it pisses him off to no end when you add that it’s his birthday too so he ends up getting roped into your misery

♡ also your thumbs are going to be sore at night swiping through all the various candid pics that suna took of you throughout the day (in less than flattering poses) which he uplaoded to almost all of his social media stories with stupid ass captions

♡ but dw bc he’ll eventually post a nice photo of you with a sweet message

♡ ‘happy birthday to @(y/n) . i would die for you, bitch (even though you annoy the hell out of me every single day 🤠).’

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hotchscvm · 3 years

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thank u, next (ft. loki)

Warnings: angst, swearing, jealousy, mentions of sex

Word count: 4.5k

Summary: A new team member in the group shakes things up for the super soldier.

Or: In which Steve casts you aside for a Carter only to regret his decision when he sees you with the God of Mischief.

"Yeet."

Swiveling your chair, you saw the empty pint of ice cream hit garbage can, bouncing off the rim and dropping on the floor with a light thump. You looked at Tony, shaking your head. "You've been hanging out with Peter too much."

"Why, thank you." Tony replied, smirking at you. "So, tell me, you sexy vixen, how do you feel with Thor bringing Loki? You were quiet during the whole argument that almost ended with Barton ripping out his eye."

You shrugged, the heels Tony had bought earlier drawing your attention to your feet. "I'm fine. I don't really care, I mean, I wasn't with you guys when New York happened so I don't really think I get to have an opinion about whether the mind-controlled God of Lies gets a spot in the team."

"You realize your on the team, right? I'm pretty sure your opinion matters especially with the mass murderer joining." Tony replied, accidentally hitting himself with the candy cane in his hands. "I really thought you were going to side with Cap on this one. You always do."

It wasn't a secret that Steve Rogers wasn't completely on board with the plan. That was pushing it; in other words: Steve Rogers despised the plan. If he could kill it, he would've. When Thor had proposed the plan to bring Loki on the team (a punishment from Odin himself)—trying to convince everyone he was "good" now—less than a handful had let him continue speaking. The rest wanted to riot. You had just sat there, a smirk on your face as you watched the six of them fight with each other while Fury shook his head, looking like a disappointed father.

When everyone had came to an agreement on Loki's trial period, there had been pages of rules on what he was restricted on doing including magic and stabbing. Of course, it was very specific so even the God of Mischief couldn't find a loophole. Maybe he could if he tried, which he probably will.

Clicking your tongue, you shrugged, ignoring the little pang in your chest. "Not on this. I'm smart enough to see that there's more reward than risk to have Loki on the team. For example: he's not bad to look at."

Tony choked on his candy cane, coughing up a large piece. With wide eyes, he studied you in silence, trying to figure out if you had been joking. "Are you serious? We should bring you to Helen so you can get your head checked. There's a chance you might have a concussion from the last mission."

"You have eyes, you can see how regal he is despite not genuinely being born royal. And those cheekbones..." you trailed off, biting your lip at Loki's handsome features. Tony raised an eyebrow, slowly shaking his head. "Not that his perfect bone structure justifies all the people he's killed. I'm just very observant being an avenger and all."

"Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah, sure." Tony mumbled, leaning back on his chair, his eyes narrowing after your confession. "Ms. Natalia Romanoff didn't get the chance to tell me what happened between you and old Capsicle."

Rolling your eyes, you spun around in your chair, facing away from the nosy billionaire. "There's not that much to tell. We talked, we liked each other, then the sun came up and reality set in as the form of Sharon Carter. It didn't take long for him to ditch me to go for Peggy's niece. Anyways, been there, done that. People change."

"You're not the same girl I met." Tony stated. "On that note, Rogers' old brain is still defrosting and he's getting older so I don't think he knows how stupid he is...yet."

"And I'm not going to wait for him to find out." you muttered, a loud sound coming from the big yard. Looking through the garage window, you saw the blinding light before two figures in different colored capes appeared, the blinding light ruining the fresh-cut grass. Beaming at Tony, you got up. "Want to plan a party with me?"

"You say that like I'd have the ability to say no. Tonight?" Tony replied, grinning at thought of loud electronic dance music and booze.

Getting up, the stilettos clicked on the floor, your perfect pedicure peeking through the hole. Smiling, you walked towards the door. "Well, we are in the presence of two Gods. I think it's only fair we celebrate like it."

"I'm putting Party in the USA on the track-list!"

Rushing to the lawn where the rest of the team gathered, your mood was lightened by the sight of the golden haired retriever in disguised as a jacked God. Ignoring the others, you threw yourself at Thor, the God of Thunder catching you, arms tightening around your body. You let out a breathless laugh, momentarily forgetting your idiotic plan to avoid Steve. "Thor!"

Thor guffawed, lifting you off the ground, shouting your name in glee before letting you breathe again. "My favorite avenger! Miss me?"

"Duh." you responded, glancing at Loki, who had magically changed into an all-black suit, his shoulder length raven-colored hair slicked back. His eyes narrowed slightly at the team who had defeated him. He looked even better in person. "So, that's Loki."

Natasha spoke up before either Asgardian could. She stepped closer, observing him with you. "Not sure. He isn't as smug as before—"

"And he's missing those horrendous reindeer horns he was wearing." Clint chimed in, crossing his arms. His hate for Loki—which had increased when he found out the man who once controlled him was coming to the team—was almost as deep as Steve's. "He looks like a witch in that black suit."

Thor snickered, releasing Loki from the handcuffs that held him. "As you all know, my adopted brother's punishment from Father is to help Earth's Mightiest Heroes. Loki understands all the rules, and he will so follow them accordingly. Isn't that right, brother?"

Loki rolled his eyes, sighing before reluctantly nodding. "Yes, I will."

"Let me make this clear, Loki." Steve stepped up, Sharon right behind him, face composed. You had to fight the urge to roll your eyes at the couple. "If you break one rule, no matter how small, you will be sent back to Asgard and face Odin's alternate punishment. Just so you're clear, we won't hesitate to send you back."

The God of Mischief smirked, feeling smug knowing he could push the super soldier's buttons. "Of course, Captain. I wouldn't dream of breaking the rules enforced."

Everyone could sense the sarcasm and mockery in his voice, all of them tensing. Thor sighed, clapping his brother on the back, the force making Loki take a steps forward. "Come on, brother. I'll show you your quarters before you get punched by Lady Natasha."

Without waiting for Loki to answer, Thor practically pulled Loki's arm off, pulling him towards the building, crossing the ruined lawn that Tony would bitch about later. Everyone followed them, staying a few feet back, wary of the new team member. You noticed Steve stealing glances at you, quickly moving away from Sharon's side and made his way to you.

Without being too obvious, you squeezed your way between Bruce and Natasha, snaking your arms between there's, hoping it would give Steve the impression not to talk to you. Ever. Natasha threw you a sympathetic smile, squeezing your wrist while Bruce raised an eyebrow, clearly confused.

Thor continued talking about the new compound, leading his brother to the entrance while pointing out installments that would've seemed impressive to a simple "midgardian."

He might've unconsciously murdered people but he kinda thicc.

At that exact moment, Loki turned around, his piercing blue eyes meeting yours. His smirk grew, glancing between you and Steve before turning back. It had been so quick that you weren't sure it even happened. The group scattered as soon as they stepped a foot inside; Bruce heading to the lab, Steve following him while Sharon split and headed up to Medbay, Natasha hitting the gym with Clint, leaving you alone with Thor and Loki.

Unfortunately, Thor's room had been across yours, the empty room next to yours becoming Loki's so both a spy and a god could keep an eye on the trickster. Both Tony and Steve had fought on that, Steve concerned about your safety while Tony argued back, telling him you could keep yourself safe. If not, Thor was there. That had angered you; Steve didn't think you were capable of fighting off Loki if it came to it, and that made you roll your eyes at him, exiting the room.

"...and this will be your quarters. Decorate it any way you want, just no magic." Thor continued, reaching the area of your rooms. It was a big arc, the area looking like a semi-circle with three doors spaced evenly out. "My chambers is across Lady Y/N's, so we won't have any problems. She's a smart one, brother. Anything else to add, Sunshine?"

You ignored the nickname, eyes narrowing at the black-suited man. "There's a party tonight 'celebrating' the addition to the team. It starts at 8 so don't be late or else Tony will have your head. Also, if you wake me up before seven in the morning, watch your back 'cause I hold grudges."

Giving Thor a smile, you head to your room, closing the door with a sigh. On the other side, you heard Loki chuckle once. "I like her."

"She's serious. She almost ripped my heart out the one time I accidentally woke her from her slumber." Thor added, the clap on his brother's back loud. "Get ready for the party, Loki."

Loki had been forced in his room by his brother, the door closing after him. He listened carefully, hearing you plop on your bed. He bit back a smirk, a plan unfolding in his brain. With a swift gesture of a finger, the room had been decorated, the hideous white theme changing into an exact copy of Loki's bedroom in Asgard.

The day went by fast as you wasted it away planning the party with Tony, who had, in no way, helped. You had ran off to your room once the people Tony had hired came, setting up everything in the main room. As you walked to the three-bedroom wing, you saw Steve rocking back and forth in front of your door, his hands in his pocket while Thor gushed about his flying hammer.

Relief washed over his face as soon as he spotted you, and you almost turned around, wishing you had gone to Natasha's room to get ready.

Steve called out your name, abruptly ending his conversation with Thor. As you walked closer, you could see the concern etched on his face. "Hey, are you okay?"

Thor watched your reaction, your face fighting the urge to make a face at America's sweetheart. Maneuvering your body, you slid between the two men to get to your room. "I'm fun-fucking-tastic. Thor, remind Loki about the party. I didn't spend the whole day with Tony for Loki to miss his own party."

"I'll be there, darling." Loki chimed in, his head poking out of his bedroom. Everyone turned to look at him, seeing the not-so-subtle wink he gave you.

Ignoring Steve's clenched fists, you moved past them, entering your room. Before closing the door, you said, "Tony requests the presence of all three of you, by the way. There's no way you're getting out of this. See you at 8!"

With a sighed of relief, you closed the door in Steve's face, the loud slam cutting off whatever he was about to interject. He could talk to Sharon about whatever shit he was dealing with, the girl he chose. You were no longer someone he could vent to after the shit he pulled, leading you on before leaving for Sharon Carter. It was then that you came to the decision to not love so easily.

Getting ready for the party took longer than you thought it would, the hot shower burning your skin to the point your skin started to redden. Your mind wandered to Loki, curios about the wink. Maybe it was his way of messing with people, a loophole that had not been included in the agreement. Realizing how inappropriate it was to think about the God while showering, you quickly turned the water off and stepped out.

Knowing Natasha, she's be disappointed if you didn't dress up like your inner slut, the one that got fucked up in Tokyo, and the petty hoe who would do everything to make Steve Rogers regret his decision. Well, you weren't going to let your sestra down.

The sultry, tight red dress was almost too short to be considered decent. With it's low cropped top, your tits we're begging for attention, the bra non-existent. Your new motto: protect the city, free the titties. The matching red stilettos would've been a pain if you hadn't started wearing them so early in your life. You let your hair down, running hand through it before slapping some natural makeup on your face, trying not to look desperate for attention.

It was around 8:15 when you finally finished, already exhausted by the amount of work you had to put on for others, but mostly for yourself. Either Tony or Natasha would come barreling through your door if you were going to be any later. Rushing, you took a quick look in the mirror before opening your door, nearly bumping into the God of Mischief.

He was dressed in a black buttoned-downed dress shirt with matching dress pants. Like before, his hair was slicked back, the shoulder length, raven hair looking silky and sexy. You both eye each other, eyes appreciating the sight in front of them. It wasn't until you finally met his eyes that he cleared his throat, a smug smile covering half his face.

"Would you mind accompanying me to the party, Lady Y/N? My brother is an idiot and cannot give a proper tour with his minuscule organ that he calls a brain. As of that, I do not know where this celebration is held." Loki explained, holding out his arm, waiting for you to take it. He raised an eyebrow while you hesitated. "If not, I could just follow you and everyone would assume I'm planning to have your head."

"Jesus Christ, you and Thor are so fucking dramatic." you grumbled, taking Loki's arm, your arm snaking around his. "Must run in the family, huh?"

"I'm adopted."

"I don't care."

Loki darkly chuckled, feeling your warm body against his, letting himself grow closer, enough that he could feel more of you but not enough that you would've noticed. "I sincerely hope you don't take this the wrong way, but you look rather ravishing, darling."

"Have you ever thought of cutting your hair?" you replied, loving the way Loki's smug expression wavered—probably expecting a compliment—before composing himself. "You'd look less like Johnny Depp from Pirates of the Caribbean."

"I don't understand." Loki said, leading you towards the elevator. For someone who claimed they didn't know where they were headed, he had the sense of knowing where everything was.

You waved the pop culture reference away, pushing the elevator button. "You wouldn't. Is Thor already at the party?"

"I'm quite positive."

The rest of the walk to the main room was quiet, neither of you making small talk as you led him. More like, he led you. You were suspicious he had stayed back and faked not knowing the compound in order to mess with you. But you waved that thought away, focus on getting distracting yourself from Steve.

You could hear the party before seeing it, the big room had been half full, not too much, not too little, yet you had been surprised considering how extra Tony could be. Letting go of Loki's arm, you walked to the bar where Natasha was sipping a glass of whiskey, ignoring the rest of the party. She pulled out a bottle of gin as you arrived, raising an eyebrow at your accompanied date.

"Before you say anything, he didn't know where the party was so he asked me to guide him. Nicely if I might add." you said, pushing back the bottle, settling on a bottle of water instead.

Natasha smirked, watching Loki interact with his brother, a frown deepening on his face. "He knows where everything is, Thor gave him the whole tour while you were with Tony. Can't believe you took the bait."

"Ugh." you grumbled, wishing you could forget about tomorrow and drown your problems in alcohol but the last hangover nearly killed you.

"Stevie doesn't look to happy with you showing up with Loki." Natasha noticed, the smirk widening as she watched Steve's glare grew more lethal as Loki's grin got bigger. "This is so much better than America's Next Top Models fails. Do you wanna bet that one of them will punch the other before the party is over?"

"Daddy, chill." you mimicked, turning to see how enraged old Capsicle is. But with the blonde besides him, looking up him in both wonder and worry, he had no right to be angry at Loki for attending a party that had been thrown for him, despite the many people he murdered—while being controlled. "He can't seriously still be sour about Loki joining."

The redhead giggled, a little drunk from the amount of alcohol she already consumed. "I don't think that's what he's so broody about, not anymore at least. He was smiling until he saw you on Loki's arm."

"Ain't my fault he chose Peggy's niece over me, meaning he doesn't get to be jealous whether Loki is my date or a walker for these killer stilettos." you muttered, secretly loving and hating the jealousy that oozed out of Steve Rogers. Even his blonde date had noticed. "Look at these heels, aren't they gorgeous?"

"Almost as gorgeous as you." Natasha replied, winking just before she drowned the rest of her drink. She winced a little at the taste.

"How many of those have you had?" you wondered, eyeing the spy. After the worst hangover of both your lives, Natasha had made you swear to never let her get that drunk again. Although with the rate she was going, you feared you had been too late.

She shrugged, taking your bottle of water. "Four. Oh, look, here comes Steve."

Before you could ditch, Steve leaned against the counter, his blue buttoned down shirt matching his blue eyes. Natasha not-so-subtly walked to the other side of the bar, motioning for Bruce to keep her company, although knowing her, she'd listen to every word.

"Rogers," you greeted coldly, looking everywhere but him. He tensed at your cold greeting, the frown looking permanently pressed on his face. "Enjoying the party?"

"Yeah."

Lie.

"Good."

You sat there for a good two minutes before he cleared his throat, shifting his weight nervously from one foot onto the other. Steve coughed in his fist. "So...living near Loki isn't too much trouble, is it? He causing any trouble, yet?"

"Sweet as an angel." you replied sarcastically, wishing you were anywhere but here. Loki caught your eye, raising a hand to wave and the group that had been brave enough to be near him, gasped in shock, the noises audible across the room. Their reactions made you chuckle.

Steve cleared his throat, this time louder. "Would you like to dance?"

"Ask your girlfriend." you fired back, satisfied by the hurt on his face. After the stunt he pulled, leading you on only to stomp of your heart, you wanted to be selfish and make him suffer just a little bit. Thankful, Loki came to your rescue.

Ignoring Steve, he held out his arm once again, a smile playing on his lips as he took in the tense situation between you and Steve. But before he could utter a single word, Sharon decided it was the perfect time to come looking for Steve. She assessed the situation, awkwardly noting Loki's presence.

"Er, hello." Sharon said, standing in false bravery. She wouldn't admit it, but she was afraid of the God of Mischief.

Loki gave her a curt nod and held out a hand to you instead, easily fitting yours in his. He murmured your name, softly kissing your knuckles. "Would you like to dance? This is the first song that came on that has not made me want to tear my ears off."

"Why, yes, I would." you agreed with a grin, moving your body close to Loki as you reached the unofficial dance floor, everyone's eyes on the both of you, with shock and slight fear. You would've cackled at their reactions—and it looked like Loki wanted to, too—if you hadn't been raised with manners. "Thank you."

Loki raised an eyebrow, surprised by the words. "For what, if I may ask?"

"Saving me back there. I don't need that kind of drama in my life. Not anymore." you explained, drinking in the warmth of his arm wrapping around your waist as you both slowly swayed to the slow song.

The raven-haired God smiled—not the smug smirk he wore, but a genuine one that Thor hadn't seen his brother wear for a few years now. "My pleasure. A lady like you deserves someone who'll give her his undivided attention. Any suitor would be lucky to have a tenth of your attention."

A coping mechanism: you rolled your eyes but you couldn't help the small smile that forced itself on you lips. You bit it back, hoping no one had noticed.

Loki had. And he meant every word he said.

By the end of the night, you found yourself naked, against the wall and legs wrapped around Loki's waist. Lips crashed against one another, soft kisses trailing down necks, leaving little love marks that would surely be dark. But at the moment, you didn't care. Not when Loki whispered sweet nothings in your ear as he took you from behind, above, underneath, and even on the side. You had both been teasing each other at the party and now you had given in, no matter the consequences.

—

Annoyed Steve had missed the date he had asked you on, you walked up to his room, heels clicking. You had waited for him for over two hours, texted him and getting no replies, leaving the restaurant with the humiliation of being stood up.

But as you neared his door, you heard crying. But it wasn't Steve. Peeking inside, you saw Sharon. Pretty, talented Sharon. Her eyes were red, tears steaming down her cheeks while Steve hugged her shoulders, resting his chin on her head as he comforted her. Jealousy and hurt knocked the breath out of you.

You waited.

And waited.

And it happened. Leaning in slowly, he kissed her. Softly, like he had kissed you. And she kissed him back, finding comfort in the kiss.

Heart breaking in two, you left, leaving the door open. The couple broke their kiss long enough to see you walk away through the slit of the door. Steve hung just head, feeling terrible. But Sharon had helped him as he had. This time, they hadn't stopped at kissing, forgetting the girl who had her heart broken by the man who claimed he would never hurt her.

Steve knew it was over between you two, but he could focus his attention on caring as much as he wanted to when Sharon kept kissing him. He did try to apologize only to learn you had went to visit Thor in Asgard, leaving him to feel sorry for himself and his decisions. Yet, he still found temporary comfort in Sharon's arms.

—

You woke to the warmth of Loki's arms around you. Opening your eyes, you found yourself tangled limbs with the God of Lies, your hair a mess, a hand over his chest and a leg over his waist. Your cheek rested on the crook of his neck, fitting perfectly as if he was made for you.

"Good morning." Loki whispered, stroking your hair with one hand, the other softly massaging your thigh. "Sleep well?"

Nuzzling into his neck, you snorted at the irony. "Don't know, considering we didn't do much sleeping."

Loki chuckled, pressing a soft kiss on your head. "Touché. It would only be fair of me to apologize for the love marks I left on your soft skin last night. Forgive me but I could not help myself."

Gasping, you jumped up, looking at the vanity mirror across your bed to find your collarbone, neck, and the top of your breast covered in Loki's hickeys. He looked rather proud of himself than sorry. "Loki!"

"Please note my apologies are genuine when they are directed towards you. Although, I have to admit, I'm quite proud of myself. It's my best art." Loki announced, bringing himself up on his elbows, eyes ravaging your naked flesh, littered with his marks.

Noticing the difference between your bodies, you quickly turned around to see the reflections had been right; Loki's body remained unmarked. "I swear to god I left hickeys and bite marks all over you last night."

"You tried but got rather mad when my skin healed itself." Loki explained, pulling you back in his warm arms. The soft gesture surprised you, the whole situation coming into light. You had slept with Thor's murderous brother. Loki read your thoughts. "Don't be like that, love. What what I can remember, you enjoyed yourself last night quite immensely. If it will make you feel better, I can show all the love bites you made the night before."

Thankful you hadn't drank anything last night, you had been so happy to not wake up with a hangover and Loki. Turning to face him, you raise an eyebrow. "What?"

With a smirk, his chest gleamed green for a second before it uncovered layers and layers of hickeys, and reddening bite marks. It was identical to yours. You gasped in shocked while Loki stared at you in amusement, his arms tightening. "You did a little bit of damage. I'm proud."

"Holy shit—" you were cut off by Thor and Steve bursting into your room, the sudden motion making you cover up your naked chest with a shriek. The two men's jaws dropped as they took in the scene, Loki's bare chest covered with the evidence from last night, his arms wrapped around you while you stared at them with wide eyes. "Knock, goddamnit!"

Both of them stood in silence, their brains not processing what was in front of them. Steve's eyes had mirrored yours from when you caught him kissing Sharon, eyes watering, you could see his heart breaking just by making eye contact. But at that moment, you couldn't find yourself to care, not with Loki's arms around you.

"What—" Thor began.

Loki smirked, kissing your bare shoulder. "Hello, brother."

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wonnoy · 3 years

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yamaguchi and smart cars

i feel like if anyone were to own a smart car, it would be yamaguchi and it'd be white, so here's a short fic about it

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it was one of those breezy summer days where it was the perfect temperature and everything just felt right. you were pulled up at a stop light, the hum of your smart car vibrating nicely in your ears. yes, your smart car.

it was bright yellow, had a top speed of 120mph and gear shifted like a bitch. but you absolutely adored it.

it was a gift from your mother when you finally got your license and you've been driving it for the past five years. student in college with no debt on your shoulder but still too poor to fix the poor transmission on your car. you were quite literally driving it into the grave.

you pushed your foot on the brake when coming to the red light at the intersection. you were first in the line, windows down, a pair of shades on and with your radio blasting music from the aux connected to your phone.

you were well aware that your car brought a lot of attention to itself, it wasn't a very popular car where you lived - excluding the bright yellow it already was. so you were used to the eyes it brought whenever you rolled up. sometimes, people even took pictures with you posing for them.

that was the extent of it.

your fingers drummed lazily against the steering wheel, the light you were currently at notoriously being the longest to sit at. you could barely hear yourself think over the music blasting from your abused speakers let alone the mans voice trying to get your attention. you reached for the volume, turned it down, and looked over to your left.

holy.

there was another smart car next to you, blindingly white with electric stamped right above the wheel and what looked to be a tiny volleyball over the 'i'.

iconic.

the guy yelling out your name was leaning over his friend in the passenger seat with his hand next to his mouth. he smiled brightly when he saw you finally looking at him. his hair was green, contrasting every other decoration in his car that you could spot (everything in there was white). with his freckles, he looked like a tanned strawberry. he looked like a tourist, a small little volleyball sparkling on his chest on a silver chain and a pink floral printed shirt. his shades were golden, perched right behind a spring of hair on his head.

you couldn't see his friend from the way that he was pressing himself into the passenger seat, but you could tell he was much taller than the car itself.

"your smart car looks so cool!" he called out to you and he stuck his thumb out, winking at you. you blushed a little. a cute guy, in a cute smart car, complimenting you? something like that has only happened in your dreams and you squashed those dreams maybe a year ago. you swallowed and gave a complimenting smile back towards him.

"why thank you," you said, "mr. carrot top," you teased, sliding your sunglasses down over your eyes. you could see his stunned expression though the tinted view of your glasses before his grin returned.

"your banana go kart can't compete with the white damba here," he laughed at you, pretending to caress the dashboard of his smartcar. you scoffed at him, pressing your foot down on the pedal. your car practically whined when you did that, mr. carrot top doesn't know who he's messing with.

to anyone else who was listening to you trying to race the 'white damba' (as he put it), someone would have laughed hysterically at you both. your car sounded like a toy car that you moved back for it shoot forward.

"you wanna bet?" you stuck your tongue out at him before glancing up at the light to check if it was still red. it felt like you've been here forever.

the guy looked at your and gripped his steering wheel looking away before making eye contact with you again, "you can't hear it, but i'm pressing on the petal too," he said with a cheeky smile. oh right, because it's electric. you barked out a small laugh before nodding your head at him. you felt giddy, as if you were middle school again by doing something so silly.

"what do i get if i win?" you looked back over at him, smile smile idly playing on your lips. you didn't miss the way he licked his.

"maybe i'll give you a kiss?" his thumb tapped on the wheel and his friend put a hand up to their head. you know for a fact that he was probably muttering something but you couldn't exactly hear it. you could imagine what this interaction was feeling like for his friend right now.

"that feels like more a reward for you if you win, how about your number instead?" you winked again at him. you looked up quickly at the red light you sat at, seeing other cars start to slow down in front of you. you would be moving again soon.

"first one to the wendy's parking lot wins then?" he pushed his glasses down over his eyes and looked forward again, both hands gripping the wheel again. you snorted lightly before getting ready to race him too. you were pretty sure you knew which wendy's he was talking about.

the cars that were passing in front of you had fully stopped now and you knew it was any millisecond now when it would finally be your turn. you took one last glance at carrot top before looking back and the light turning green.

your foot slammed so quick on the pedal and your poor little tires worked so hard the moment you did that - you were more than certain that you left little tire marks on ground. the whine of your engine was anything but quiet and you lurched back into your seat with whatever horsepower your car had. the needle on your dashboard went into the red zone, something that you've never accomplished.

next to you, you could see the white damba zoom a little quicker than your car and you grit your teeth. a kiss from him doesn't sound bad (and you were sure that it wouldn't feel bad either) but you, for one, would hate to lose. your car pushed you forward with every gear shift, elbows chicken-boning each time it did.

it hadn't been longer than six seconds until you finally pulled out level with the white damba, not even sparing a glance at it's cute driver. instead focusing on the quickly approaching wendy's sign. your speedometer was pushing into the 50's now with 45 being the speed limit for the road you were currently on.

you were only hoping that there were no cops around or speed cameras out to catch your license plate number.

you had barely just pulled ahead of the white damba before your indicator was on and you drifted into the wendy's parking lot. you were more than certain that you would have to take your poor car to the mechanic after this whole ordeal. you narrowly missed the light pole in the parking lot trying to park your quickly with the white damba following your exact moves. the adrenaline was pumping through more than just your veins, making your heart throb.

you tried to keep your breaths even, more alarm by yourself because of what you just did. racing a complete stranger because they were cute and in another smart car. is this all that it takes for you to be irrational?

a cute face? you looked in your rearview mirror watching the white damba pull up, you barely caught a glance of the man's face before it moved out of view.

you sighed heavily, yea, it was.

he pulled up next to him, honking his horn and it sounded exactly like a tiny honk coming from a child. you looked over at him, the cockiest smile that you could muster on your face.

"didn't think that you could beat me honestly," he said whilst unbuckling himself from his seat. his friend however didn't even move but you could hear him muttering again. the guy stepped out of his car and so you took the hint to do that same.

after stepping out, you placed a hand down on your hip, "so does this mean i get your number?" you grinned.

"can i at least tell you my name before you do? so it isn't just cool smart car guy?" he grinned at you. he's a bit of a smooth talker isn't he? you shook your head at him and smiled.

"the number will do," you reached through your window to grab your phone, "for now at least."

in the side mirror of your car you could see the guy fist bump the air furiously as in a way of victory. he acted so boyishly despite the devious flirting he was doing with you at the stop light. you pulled up the contacts on your phone and put in for the contact name 'race loser' before handing it to him.

"tha-" he stopped short seeing the name and frowned, "race loser? really?" he scoffed and typed his number in.

you sent a message to the phone hearing an instant cheap ringtone in response. was that his ringtone?

you jumped back into your car and waved back at him through the window. the carrot top went to the car window leaning into it.

"can i at least get your name?" he smiled at you. your heart lightly fluttered at the look of it before shaking your head - you were not about to give in so easily.

"sorry, but that wasn't apart of the bet,"

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cute, lol

#yamaguchi x reader #yamaguchi tadashi #yamaguchi haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu yamaguchi #i give up a little but here you go

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Badlands/Adjacent + Karl tattoo headcanons

I really love designing tattoos for the smp members and I've had Bad's for so long in my mind. Thus: Tattoo HC's list!! I want to do more like Las Nevadas, L'manberg ogs, Dream Team, ect. so yeah! I'm dogwater at drawing designs but y'know, I love to describe them so, enjoy some tattoo hc's!

General

-everyone but Philza and Slimecicle have three heart tattoos across somewhere on their body. Wherever that be on their wrist, chest or leg, it's somewhere.

-glowsquid ink can be used to make tattoos glow!

Karl

-His heart tattoos are on his stomach horizontally. When in and a few days after spending time in The Inbetween and The Other Side, they flash between the colours of his old skin, though not like neon lights or some shit. It's not noticeable unless you look at it.

-Karl is the type of guy to have a bunch of cool tattoo ideas but he can't do them because he's absolutely terrified of needles. however!

-He has the two dots on his hand because of course he does.

-He was stupid and asked Bad to give him his swirly symbol on each of his fingertips with different colours to help him remember things after his first few time travel trips. He chickened out after the third one so there's only one on his thumb and middle on the left and thumb on the right.

Bad

When the egg takes him, the colours also drain to match them.

-His heart tattoos are on the back of his non-dominant hand horizontally and are coloured blue, one of them is blacked out though where it would usually show skin due to the pact.

-Bad has a set of three pairs of black wings across his back, going down in size with each pair until it lays across the trampstamp area, tips of the last set just creeping around to his hips. All are spread and have roses of orange, red and blue hues curling around them and across his chest and upper arms. The wings are hard to see against he black-grey skin sometimes but they are visible in good light. The wings are natural and embedded into his skin whilst the roses were added by a friend.

-A Diamond sits on his throat to represent the lives pact with skeppy, blue spirals coming around and off of it in a beautiful, curling pattern.

-To make Sapnap less self-conscious of his lava scars as a kid, he decorated his veins on his dominant hand with glowsquid ink tattoos of oranges and yellows, which made the child so much happier because he thought his dad had the same scars as him.

-He also has a badlands flag across his ankle, with a pawprint, redstone, cake slice and a rose to make it like a bracelet around it.

Sam

-Sam's lives are vertical across his throat in the classic red hearts colours, leaves from his creeper side however often grow over it and hide them which he promptly prunes off when he's warden to show people how many lives he's got.

-He has a lemon on his forearm he got with Ponk when he was so sure that Ponk was the one (the same arm ponk has cut off) and has cut a line through it, creating a scar that healed over the lemon. (ponk had a creeper face on the cut off arm)

-I love the idea of Sam having some sort of redstone-related back tattoo but it's more cogchamp-esc? With cogs and wires and mechanisms all rolling up and around each other across his shoulderblades and down the middle like a spine. I lowkey want a way to have animated tattoos so it moves and stuff and Fundy to have one too but I have no lore explanation for this.

-Because of anatomy books he has a tattoo of his lower ribs and where they hold the creeper's explosion gland, the gland it'self being in green glowsquid ink and similar to a heart/ender pearl hybrid in shape. He thinks it's funny as you can usually see that area glow when creepers explode. It is not.

-Also has the same ankle tattoo as bad with the addition of a diamond but in place of redstone there is a small set of devil horns.

Antfrost

-His hearts come vertically from the base of his tail and up his spine. There's frozen-like blue marks that crawl around and over them like cracks that glow in the dark, similar to lava scars from the Nether but for those who were babies in tundra biomes. So Frost Scars!

-I like to think the manhunts are canon as like, little games the original server members played, and Ant got Dream with the potions that one time and took it to heart, getting a potion of harming bottle on his shoulders (the area that faces the sides? I can't describe it but the area that faces outwards left and right)

-Because of Velvet's death, Ant has icing-like drip-lines coming from around his wrist and 'dripping' up his arms so he never forgets his lover no matter how much time goes on.

-has a floof cat on his hip because it was a good place to start when he was getting tattoos. It actually made floof bind to him as a familiar which was a great turnout for a first tattoo!

-The same ankle tattoo as Sam but the pawprint is devil horns instead of the redstone.

Skeppy

-Because his skin is hard, any tattoo needles will crack upon making contact with it. Whilst swords and tools harm him just fine, Skeppy cannot get tattoos unless he makes demonic pacts with demons.

-His three hearts are underneath his undercut, small and at the upper nape of his neck. They are a blood-red and one is blacked out from his pact with Bad.

-A set of those pointy, spiky wings you see anime characters sometimes have is on his lower-back, dark red to mark the lives pact he has with Bad.

-Not a tattoo but he has an ankle bracelet of charms the others have as tattoos :}

Hannah

-Her lives are on proud display across her collarbone, with roses that link to her arm tattoo.

-Hannah saw Bad's roses tattoos and imminently asked if he could do the same on her, the ornate roses wrapping along the arm her skin has roses on in place of them. They link and lock into the ones that she has had over the heart tattoo too.

-Her and Purpled both have pillows tattooed on both of their hips (bedwars bitches :}) as well as the Hypixel H on the back of their necks. (any smp members who frequents hypixel also have this due to a lot of people knowing them there. It's like youtuber rank basically but you acutally go on Hypixel.)

-Hannah also has a really nice sun and clouds trampstamp tattoo.

-The same ankle tattoo as Sam but the rose is devil horns instead of the redstone.

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