#i'm all out of art juice by now though

[rizardofether]

Came up with yet another story idea, this time a very heavily D&D based, using the races classes and basic fantasy setting of a D&D story. I decided to use characters I've made for D&D though never got to play in any games. Some old some new.

I've named the story just "The Treasure Hunt" as that is what is going on in it, sticking with that unless I later come up with something better.

Why are nearly all of them tieflings? Uhh.. they're from a country that mostly consists of tieflings, the royalty and nobles are mostly tieflings as well.. yup.. Not at all me having a bias towards one race, not at all..

Ennui, an amnesiac tiefling warlock, seeking their past and to cure the old couple that found and took them in of their illness.

Joy, the tiefling bard who enjoys having and spending money, as well as killing people. Easy way to earn money and kill people as an adventurer going after bandits and such.

Amatheus, a tiefling warlock, ex-wizard apprentice who faked it by making a deal with an archfey. Said archfey however made him promise to let them possess his body at times.

Sly, a tiefling rogue who grew up in the woods, never knowing their parents. A young curious soul seeking adventure. And mischief.

Ralus, a tiefling sorcerer who accidentally set his house on fire as a child. Grew up on the streets as an urchin after his mother disappeared one night. Seeking money and glory to win a better life for himself.

Kilvir, a tiefling wizard who loves making potions. He became a wizard at a young age and had also studied alchemy, creating potions as his career. His ambition to create new potions led to him spending most of his money, having to seek out other ways to earn money for his business.

Ririn, a goblin wizard who lost his family when he was young, and is seeking ways to bring them back. In this world you can only bring dead back to life if they died very recently, and alas it was too late to earn enough money to revive them. Now the only answer is necromancy.

This group of misfits meets when they each hear about a treasure hunt inviting all those interested in earning large amounts of money or just the adventure. They decide to team up for safety in numbers, few would dare venture into dungeons in search of treasure alone after all.

While I don't generally like giving my characters hard set moral alignments, I did decide to give them ones just for fun, I ended up giving each a different alignment. With 7 members, nearly every alignment is there. Just no lawful neutral or lawful evil in there. Guess who the two evil aligned characters are haha

#art #my art #character design #the treasure hunt #ennui #joy #amatheus #sly #ralus #kilvir #ririn #i did have some other d&d characters with different races #but they barely had any personality or even backstory #i mostly just designed them for fun #guess i could have left them very vague so i could adjust them to any setting i wanted #i can probably use them as side characters in this story #i even came up with two new side characters connected to kilvir already #i'm all out of art juice by now though #ennui and joy are both from this year #amatheus i sketched last year but only properly finished a picture for the first time now #the rest are way back from 2017 #redraws sligth changes to kilvir and a near total redesign for ririn #i only took the basic idea of how their original clothes were for ririn #i even changed their race #they were originally a halfling i thought hehe the least edgy seeming race #but i decided i do want to show their face and so they need to be a less humanoid race #so goblin for the small non-human looking race #oh yeah ennui and joy's outfits are designed by a different artist i commissioned art of them for #could not figure out a full outfit design for either of them #clothes are hard in general

[certifiedcodbabygirl]

Simon Riley who realizes how much he fucked up and that maybe therapy isn't such a bad idea

AN: Lil bit longer than usual, but it's been on my mind

Art credit to SubsurfaceChaos on Twitter

Something was off with him all day. It wasn't too noticeable until he began distancing himself, getting irritated at being around anyone. You confronted him, simply trying to see if you could help or maybe provide comfort, and fuck did that backfire.

He was sitting in the living room watching whatever was on the channel, but it's not like he was paying attention to it. Thoughts and feelings of the deployment he just came back from a few days ago build up, irritation filling him like water in a bathtub. He doesn't usually have flashbacks or anything like that, the military would discharge him if he had PTSD, but some days he thinks too much.

He didn't even notice you coming in until you were sitting next to him. He snaps out of his thoughts just to meet your soft eyes. You sat on the other end of the couch, not wanting to crowd him too much while he's like this.

"What." He deadpans, voice devoid of all emotion.

Yeah something's definitely up.

"What's wrong, Si? Somethin' been messing with you today?" You ask gently, not wanting to come off as if you're accusing him.

He gives you and irritated look, suggesting you drop it, "Nothin', 'm fine"

You're not stupid. He tends to need a little push in order to open up.

"I know you're not", tone still soft, "I'm not trying to irritate you or anything, I ju-"

"Well you certainly got an affinity for it" He snaps, "Drop it"

You inhale, trying to not take his words personally, "Si, I'm your girlfriend, it's kinda my job to check in with you"

The bathtub overflows.

"You can't listen, can you? I said drop it, fuckin' 'ell" He stands up from the couch and walks to the kitchen, trying to create distance.

"Simon I'm just trying to help, I'm not here to make things harder for you" You try to reason with him, swallowing the lump in your throat.

You follow him into the kitchen but still give him space. He doesn't say anything back, a small part of him knowing you're right but the larger part won't connect to that. Pouring a class of orange juice, he keeps his back to you.

"Si-"

"Can you shut up for once?! Can you? I said bloody drop it. It's not up for discussion!" He sets the cup on the counter with a thud and snaps at you, "You're always fuckin' naggin' at me, clearly not takin' a bloody hint. Jesus Christ"

That shuts you up. The lump in your throat intensifies, tears beginning to form in your eyes. He's never yelled at you like that before. Sure, he's had bursts of irritation during arguments, but he's worked hard to make sure he never treats you how you don't deserve.

"Why are you yelling at me? All I'm doing is trying to be there for you" You ask quietly, voice not really allowing you to speak louder. a couple tears fall down your face, and your nose begins to get stuffed up. You try to quietly sniffle but he still hears it. He hangs his head down and groans quietly.

"Now you're fuckin' cryin'. Great."

Not wanting to be around him much longer, you turn to leave, "Come find me when you're calmer", Your voice betrays you and cracks a little.

You walk away and go upstairs to your shared bedroom. Once you close the door, the crying begins. His words cut through you like a knife, a deep pressure-like hurt seeping through your chest. Sobs rack your body yet you still try to be quiet, not wanting him to hear. You know he's gonna snap out of it and fuckin hate himself for what he did. You know he loves you, and if he were in his right mind he would have never uttered a single degrading word to you.

You slip into bed and lay there, crying. You guessed he would be up anytime soon and the smell of him on the pillows was both comforting and hurtful.

Downstairs though, Simon was fucking fuming. Seeing you go up the stairs, lip quivering, evaporated every bit of him anger. He groans loudly and throws an arm over his eyes.

'How fuckin' stupid can you be? How the fuck can you speak to her like that?'

He removes his arm and leans against the counter, arms crossed over his chest. You've stuck through with him since the moment you meet. Never once judged his off stand-ish behavior and learned to find ways to work with him. He cherished you so wholly, feeling what he thought he never would. You came into his life and slowly broke down his walls, allowing you to see him apart from his exterior.

He thought he was going to lose you. Sure, you had arguments before, but he had never purposefully tried to hurt you. Knowing that he did made his stomach churn, nausea kicking in. 2 years of the best relationship (not that there were very many before you) all to be broken down, at least what he thought, because he was pissed off.

'Maybe I should fuckin' go to therapy.'

Let's be honest, he could use it. He tried to go through it before but just quit due to how uncomfortable it made him. He figured he was on his own, all before you, and there was no one to deal with his bullshit besides him. Now he has someone who he cares about so much that it doesn't matter if he's uncomfortable. He'd rather be uncomfortable than never be with you again.

He gathers the balls to go upstairs and carefully opens the door. He's met with the sight of you curled up, your sniffles being the only sound in the room.

"Go away" You call out, although not too loudly. Your voice is wobbly and stuffy.

He'd think it was adorable, had he not been the one to cause it. He walks to the opposite side of the bed and gets in, spooning you. He kisses your hair so gently it would give you butterflies if you weren't so upset.

"I'm so sorry, love. I haven't a clue why I did that to you and you didn't deserve a single lick of it." He feels the small burn in his nose as he starts tearing up a little, "I promise it'll never happen again"

You sniffle as more tears fall, the pain sticking to you despite his words.

"I wasn't trying to piss you off" You whisper.

"I know baby, it wasn't you. I promise it wasn't. Could never be that mad at you" He says softly, a tear falling. He grips you a little bit tighter and kisses the back of your neck, trying to bring comfort to both of you.

"Then why did you yell at me? I've never heard you like that before."

He sighs, "Been thinkin' 'bout what happened while I was gone and it came out at you. 'M gonna go back to therapy 'n try to fix what ever the hell is wrong with me" He kisses your neck again, " 'M gonna do better, gonna be better"

He's not stupid, he knows his words aren't gonna go away overnight. He knows how much you love him, even if he doesn't understand it, and knows hearing that from him hurts more than it would anyone else. He knows you're gonna be affected by them for a bit and he's prepared to fix it. Anything for his love.

You turn around so you're both still on your sides but you're cuddled into his chest. Wasting no time, not even hesitating, he wraps his arms around you and holds you tight. He lets out a sigh of relief, knowing this is your way of accepting his apology. He softly kisses your forehead and cheek, whispering how much he loves you and how it's gonna be better.

He knows he can't run from his issues anymore and for once he's ready to face them.

#call of duty modern warfare #cod x reader #ghost cod #simon riley #cod simon riley #cod ghost #ghost mw2 #ghost call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x reader hurt/ comfort #cod hurt/comfort #ghost x reader hurt/ comfort #cod angst #simon riley x reader angst #ghost cod angst

[pandoraslxna]

Ao'nung eating his girls pussy like he ain't never ate before. Putting that breath holding to good use yknow what I'm sayin

⋆｡° ✮ minors dni 🔞

⋆｡° ✮ Kinktober masterlist

⋆｡° ✮ Warnings: oral, slight edging, praise, size difference

⋆｡° ✮ adult Ao’nung art made by the amazing @cinetrix 🩵

You’re dripping. So much so, that Ao’nung has to slurp your juices like he’s feasting on a juicy fruit.

He has you on the floor of his marui, spread out and spread wide, thighs bracketing his head as he leans down to lick a board stripe from your entrance to your clit.

A hand tangles itself in his black curls as he gives you a wet, sloppy kiss right where you need it.

"Oh god, yes", you moan as his hands slide up to hold you more open than you were before, so that he could taste you again and again, his tongue dipping deeper and deeper inside every time. Your hand curls tighter in his hair, tugging, and you worry that you were hurting him. Not that this was even possible. Still, you just couldn’t help it– touching him was the only thing anchoring you, as if you‘ll float away and disappear if you would move your hands just an inch.

But Ao’nung doesn't seem to mind, not if the way he groans, grinds his face against your pussy and thrusts his tongue deeper into you is anything to go by.

You could feel the pleasure growing inside you, in your toes and in your spine and behind your eyelids, and you arched against him, moaning at each touch of his tongue, his lips against your clit– sucking and slurping and kissing. It's building and you’re reaching for it, but then he suddenly pulls away, and your hips jerk violently as though to follow.

Panting for air, you lift your head and stare down on yourself, brows furrowed.

And there he lays on his stomach, one of your thighs in either one of his hands, legs draped over his shoulders as he licks his lips clean. His chin is glistening in your arousal, dripping and running down his throat.

"Who knew sky people were this delicious?", he grins, before leaning over to teasingly bite the soft inside of your thigh.

"I want- come back", you whine in frustration, "Please…"

"Needy little demon", he chuckles and rolls his eyes, "you want to suffocate me with your slick?"

"I- I thought your people were good at holding your breath", you argue, blushing, and later you'll most definitely feel embarrassed for being so bold, but you couldn’t care less in this moment. The sheets underneath you are sticking to your sweaty back, your legs are trembling and you’re just so close— what he’s doing, or more what he isn’t doing, should count as torture!

"Oh, you want me to hold my breath, huh? And I here I thought I should go easy on you, be careful with such a small fragile thing", he gives you a sharp grin and chuckles, "You should’ve told me earlier, then I would have you crying by now."

And then he dives back down, his tongue delving deeper than before, sucking harshly on your clit until your back arches like a bow and your heels dig into his back. He’s feasting like he’s never been taught proper table etiquette, his face practically shoved against your pussy as if he’s actually starving.

"O-Oh my god, yes! Yes, f-fuck– right there! Right there, right there", you moan, throwing your head back at the blissful feeling of the broad metkayina man between your thighs.

You could feel Ao’nungs approval in the way he hummed loudly, his eyes fluttering closed as he continued to devour you.

"C-Coming, I’m– I‘m coming", is all you manage to force out, both of your hands flying back to get a tight grip in his hair, guiding him and holding him right there, right where you needed it most. And cocky as he is, you feel him grinning before he sucks so hard on your clit it feels as if you would explode any second.

And then, taking a hand off your leg and repositioning himself, he slips two of his fingers into your soaking wet cunt and curls them just right. Pairing powerful strokes of his digits with long sucks of his mouth, he coaxes you over the edge with such confidence that it takes your own breath away. Literally.

You mindlessly tug on his hair as your thighs snap close around his head. Your orgasm almost takes you out, it makes you shake, your muscles jumping and spasming and making you twitch uncontrollably before it plateaus into complete, white-out inducing bliss. His fingers keep pumping in and out of you through the clamping of your walls, stretching out your orgasm while he kisses and sucks on your clit, until your body slowly goes limp from the incredible pleasure.

#lunaskinktober2023 #tw: aged up #Ao’nung #ao’nung x you #ao’nung x sully!reader #ao’nung x female reader #ao’nung x female reader smut #aonung #aonung x female reader #aonung x reader #atwow aonung #aonung x metkayina!reader #avatar aonung #aonung x you #ao’nung x y/n #ao’nung x reader #Ao’nung x human reader #atwow #Avatar #Avatar 2 #avatar the way of water

[swagatron9]

Face Sitting With A Fem!S/O

Pairings: Bo Sinclair, Brahms Heelshire, Art The Clown.

Bo Sinclair:

When Bo suggested, more like commanded, you to sit on his face, you were shy at first, but nevertheless, Bo was excited. You'd be hovering over him, hesitant to put your weight down, and then Bo would pull you down by your thighs. At first, he would kiss your lips before spreading them and kissing your clit. He'd blow cool air against you, causing you to jolt up and attempt to pull away, but with Bo holding you down, you couldn't get very far. The entire time, Bo would be teasing you until you gave in and up your face down, then the show would be on. Bo would be practically making out with your pussy, tongue flicking erratically as he lapped up your juices. Your hips would move against his face, his nose nudging your clit every time you moved forward. As your climax grew closer, you would lean back and rest your hands on his legs as you fucked yourself against his mouth and especially his nose.

Brahms Heelshire:

Brahms would come to you excited to tell you about this dream that he had; the last thing you expected was for him to tell you in full detail about the wet dream he had about you riding his face. Now, Brahms is a curious man, he wants to try new things, and there was nothing he wanted more desperately than for you to place yourself right over his face. Don't let this fool you, though he still wants you to be in control. He wants to be able to get a taste of you because you let him. But of course, Brahms needs attention almost 24/7, so after a while, best believe that he wants something as well. You guys end up in a 69 position so that Brahms can get a little bit of pleasure as well. He'd end up face fucking you, his tongue movement only increasing in speed and pressure at hearing you gag on his cock.

Art The Clown:

Art The Clown would be more than happy for you to sit on his face. He doesn't care how much you weigh; he will accept you with open arms and an open mouth. Now, I'm not sure how his nose will feel being poked into you, especially depending on which way you're facing. Art would lap you up, his head moving side to side if he's given the room to do so. His fingers would be spreading you open in order to feel all of you. While all this is happening, he would be uncontrollably humping the air, imagining that you're on top of his dick. 10/10 times he would end up cumming in his pants at just this alone, but don't worry he still has more to cum.

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair smut #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #house of wax x reader #house of wax smut #brahms heelshire #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms heelshire smut #the boy #the boy 2016 #art the clown #art the clown x reader #art the clown smut #terrifier #terrifier 2

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hello hello friendo! I was wondering if I could request a Wally x wolf puppet reader? the scenario being that the other neighbors are afraid of R (reader) no matter what due to them looking like a big 'bad' wolf, R's appearance is quite frightful; stitches in a few places along with big teeth and claws plus they are on the large size (roughly Barnaby's size, if not a bit shorter). While on the outside they look all mean they are actually really sweet and just want to make friends.

"Do you think I'm doing something wrong, Wally? 'cuz I feel...unwanted here."

"No, no. You've done nothing wrong, Neighbor! What made you think of such silly things?"

"...well everyone's still acting like I'm gonna eat them for breakfast."

"Breakfast?? Why, that's nonsense. Breakfast is composed of bacon, eggs, juice, and toast..not people!"

"Uh, that was just a....nevermind." Sighing, you shook your head as you gave up trying to explain the idiom to Wally. But having this conversation with him over the phone did manage to cheer you up a little.

How you wished it was this easy talking to the rest of the neighbors, though they were all absolutely terrified of you and would've hung up the second they heard your voice.

Fortunately, Wally had recently learned a valuable lesson from Barnaby, who told him that he should never "judge a book by its cover". And he lived by that philosophy every time a newcomer came to town, whether they stayed or left.

You were no exception despite being a rather frightening-looking wolf with large sharp teeth, untrimmed claws, and stitches all over your body that made you look like a zombie. Of course, your clothes covered most of them, yet they didn't fully hide all of the things your neighbors were afraid of.

Of course, it didn't help that you're the child of The Big Bad Wolf...but you're nothing like him! You're not deceptive or evil in any way; all you wanted to do was make new friends.

But that was tough to prove when someone screamed if you so much as smiled at them.

Poppy was understandable, given she was a bird who already had some anxiety issues to begin with. And Barnaby was alright since you're both tall canines (and even then, he was still the taller one). He tolerated your presence and can stand being in the same room as you.

As for Julie, Eddie, Frank, Sally, and Howdy....you unintentionally scared them out of their wits.

For instance, you visited Howdy's bugdega for the first time to get groceries, and he ducked behind the register as you approached. The poor guy sounded like he was in tears as he stuttered that everything was free of charge.

Back then you thought he was having a bad day..but even outside of work, he seldom talked to you out of fear.

How naïve were you..

At least you had Wally, though, considering he's able to have normal chats with you both on the phone and in person. He still kept his joyful tone when speaking to you, and when you left he'd turn around to scold the others for "overreacting".

Honestly, he was growing tired of them treating you this way and not taking his advice. No neighbor deserved to feel so unwelcomed.

You weren't scary at all! He'll prove it!

And now he finally got an idea that he believed would work.

"Say, [y/n]..whatdya think about coming with me to the park?" He suggested. "I'm organizing a little painting lesson, and at the end we're all gonna paint something we like! If everyone's there and sees us getting along, they'll finally see how nice you really are!"

"You think so?" Your ears perked up, a small smile forming on your face as your tail began lightly wagging, thumping against the furniture.

While you haven't done any art since settling into the community, this hangout seemed to be a good place to sharpen your skills and, hopefully, make some friends. If they saw you indulging in a passion, you'll be able to connect with them more.

"Yup! I think it'll work! So are you in or out?"

"I'm in."

"Great! See you in an hour!"

Your smile dropped. "Wait, it's toda-?"

However, you didn't get the chance to finish as you heard the 'click' on the other end, realizing he hung up. You sighed and hung up your phone, too.

The thought of seeing everybody at the park so soon had you feeling anxious all over again, but you tried shaking off your worries, not wanting them to deter you from going. You couldn't disappoint Wally after how hopeful he sounded.

So instead you focused on making lunch for yourself before packing some art supplies together, finding a canvas or sketchbook to bring with you.

And about an hour later, you were fully prepared.

'It'll be fine..Wally's gonna be there..' You told yourself, taking a few deeps breaths, heading out the door with your head held high.

Surely, the neighbors will finally change their mind about you once they see that you shared a similar hobby as them..

Right?

.......

It turns out you were wrong.

As Wally hosted his painting lesson in the park, going over how to paint different figures and scenes step-by-step...most of the gang could barely focus on what he was saying.

Instead, their eyes were anxiously fixated on you as you tried ignoring them and listened to his words. Whenever you made direct eye contact with any of them, they'd quickly look away and shudder, their hands shaking as they pretended to paint or draw.

They kept their canvases close to their chest, as though you were gonna pounce and tear it to shreds if they let their guard down.

Obviously, Wally took notice of this fast and would ask them questions about what he just said, his smile slowly turning into a frown as some stuttered out answers..while others just didn't catch it the first time around.

You only expected this, although you did manage to impress everybody with your scenery of a moonlit sky after accomplishing the final task of painting something you liked.

But it wasn't enough for Wally. They only complimented you because they were scared you'll get angry if they said the wrong thing...he could just tell by their shifty gazes.

They're just pretending.

After everybody eventually left for home, as the sun was going down, you stayed in the park with Wally. He was still sitting motionless on the same flat rock, having already put his supplies away.

You frowned as you approached him, not knowing what's gotten into him lately

Of course this hangout wasn't going to immediately make you everybody's best friend, but you didn't think he'd be this upset.

If anything it should have been you who was upset, though you believed things went quite well considering nobody ran away from you this time around.

Unfortunately, Wally begged to differ, given how he hasn't spoken a word to you since everyone else left.

"Wally?" Crouching down in front of him, you tilted your head. "What's wrong?"

"...I don't get it."

"..look, it's okay-" You went to place a comforting hand on his shoulder, only for him to suddenly look up at you with frustration in his wide eyes. Even his pupils seemed to tremble as he spoke.

"No, it's not okay. I-I..I know they can't help it but..I thought they trusted me, Neighbor. I planned all of this so they could stop being scared of you! And yet...they..." He trailed off, fingers trembling as they curled into his pants. "They're never gonna change...are they?"

"They can. They just need some more time." You tried to reason, yet he shook his head.

"But how much longer will it be until y--?" He started, but quickly stopped upon seeing the flashes of concern in your eyes, shrinking away.

"...until I what, Wally?"

"........"

"Are you...scared that I might leave one day?" You finally connected the dots. "Is that why you're so upset over all of this?"

Given his silence as he looked back down at the ground, that basically confirmed your answer.

Now it all made sense.

"Oh, buddy.." You hugged him close, feeling him flop against you as he rested his head on your fluffy chest. "You don't have to worry about that. It's gonna take a lot more than just a few skittish people to kick me out."

"But..you're so nice...and I don't know why they can't see that.." He mumbled, slowly hugging you back. "I swear I've tried everything-"

"You don't have to do anything more, Wally. I appreciate what you've done, but..you don't need to be stressed for my sake. I'm not going anywhere, okay? I'll even pinky promise it for ya."

After a long silence you felt him nod, and you smiled, relieved that he trusted you.

Soon you let each other go and made that pinky promise, sealing the deal. You could see that lifted a huge burden off his shoulders--one you didn't even realize he was trying to carry this whole time--as his own smile returned.

"C'mon. It's getting late. I'll walk ya back home." You suggesting, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

"Haha..that's usually my job, Neighbor." The blue-haired puppet chuckled as he fixed up his messy pompadour. "But thank you. I'll take up your kind offer!"

#clanask #anonymous #welcome home x reader #wally darling x reader #wolf reader #puppet reader #monster reader #oop my WH interest was slipping but im back babey!!!!!!!!! #platonic

[frootloopscos]

Play Time!!

"Mx. (Y/n)!" Jack said, his little fluffy tail wagging behind him happily, "it's your turn!" (Y/n)'a eyes widened in 'shock' "oh is it? I completely forgot that I have to have a turn too! You all are just so cool!" That got a giggle out of the kids and they smiled. "Well as you all know, my name is (Y/n) (L/n), I'd say my favorite thing to do is snuggle with my kitty Grim." They said, Epel's eyes widen in amazement, "you have a kitty Mx. (Y/n)?!" The Enby nods with a smile, "maybe if you're all really good, when I come back here in two days then I'll bring him in for a visit okay?" The kids all nodded happily and they clapped their hands together.

"Alright then, I'd say it's play time!" The kiddos jumped up happily and Epel went over to (Y/n). The Enby crouched down to his height, "what's up bud?" They asked with a grin, Epel fiddled with his sleeves before looking up at them, "will you play trucks with Me and Jack?" He asked, "awe, of course I will!" They said standing and ruffling up his lilac locks, Epel smiled and too their hand, leading them over to a corner of the room where Jack was waiting, his tail swaying anxiously. Then the small beastman looked up seeing the caretaker his tail sped up and he grinned. Epel sat down and patted the spot next to him for (Y/n) to do the same.

After sitting the two boys showed (Y/n) everything in the little bin of cars, they'd even gotten permission from Mr. Trein to use some books so they could make a 'ramp' (Y/n) clapped at their achievement and patted them both of the head. Their eyes widening slightly when Jack leaned in for more headpats. A small chuckle came from them and they lightly scratched behind his fluffy ear, "alright you two, I'm gonna go check on the other kids, then I'll be back alright?" Both of them pouted but begrudgingly agreed. (Y/n) got up from the floor and left them to their trucks.

(Y/n) looked around the room to see who they could check up on and their eyes landed on the little robot. They walked over to him and crouched down, "hey there Ortho, what are you doing here?" They asked, Ortho looked up and his digital eyes brightened, if it wasn't for the mask on his face he'd probably be smiling. "Hi Mx. (Y/n)!" Ortho said happily, "I'm drawling a picture of big brother and me! Look look! We're playing video games here, and over here it's us hugging, oh and here is Idia, me, and you all together!" He said pointing to each part in his 'drawling' "awe, Ortho that's so sweet, I'm sure he'll love it." (Y/n) said and ruffled his blue hair, taking a mental note that it wasn't actually fire. "Alright bud, I'm gonna go check on the other okay?" "Kay!" He said and continued with his art.

(Y/n)'s ears perked up on something they really didn't want to hear, especally not on their first day. "No! You gotta play with the wand yesterday! s' not fair!" "Is too! I got here first fair and square!" Oh boy, the Enby walked over to the two kids who were fighting. Who were these two again? Base and Juice? No..oh! Ace and Deuce! "Hey kiddos, what are we fighting about here? I don't think we should be fighting with our friends shoudl we?" They asked in a lightly stern tone. Both young boys looked down "no..." they both said and pouted. Deuce's head then shot up as he pointed at Ace. "S' not fair though! He got to play with the wand yesterday, and the day before!" (Y/N) hummed in thought and nodded. "Alrighty, let me see what I can do okay?" They asked and stood up, "Ace can I see the wand please?" They asked holding out their hand. Ace frowned and slowly gave them the wand. "Thank you bud, I'll be right back okay?" They said and left the two boys, for now they moved on to check on Sebek. Keeping an eye on the two just incase.

Sebek seemed to be scribbling all over a piece of paper. "Sebek? What are you doing kiddo?" (Y/N) asked as they looked at what he was doing. Sebek looked up at them and covered his paper, "I'm making my armor human! Come back later!" He yelled at them, (Y/N) raised their hands in surrender with a small smile, "alright alright, just let me know if you need help alright?" They said and left, going over to Trein. "These kids sure are something, you think I could take this home?" They asked holding up the want they took from Ace and Deuce.

Trein simply nods, "yes, you may. These kids are definitely a handful at times, luckily they calm down during lunch or nap time. Then after nap, we'll be going outside." He explained, setting Lucien down on the floor, the cat walked over to (Y/N) and brushed against their legs. The enby smiles and bends down to pet him. "Good to know," they said picking up the cat and looking at the kids. Luckily taking the wand from the red blue duo seemed to be the best option as they were now happily playing together. They sighed in relief and looked to the other kids. A soft smile on their face.

————- Hello everyone! I'm so sorry that this took so long! I'll be trying to update regularly soon! I promise!

Word count: 935

Uploaded To Wattpad: May 8th, 2023

Uploaded to Tumblr: Jan. 31st, 2024

Edited: Aug 29th, 2023

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[stayteezdreams]

Good Luck Charm: Part Two

Plot: When Minho comes over for his first visit with Charm, the growing feelings between you become more obvious.

-Part One-

Pairing: Lee Minho x Gn!Reader

-Meet-Cute Series Masterlist-

A/n: Sorry it's pretty short, I just wanted to add something on that gave you an idea of where the relationship headed after the first part. All of the second parts to each meet-cute will probaby be similar.

Words: 1.4k

Your eyes rapidly scanned over the living room as you looked for any dirty dishes, obvious signs of mess, or general embarassing items.

You hated that you felt so uneasy, though you couldn't really blame yourself. Minho was coming over for the first time to see Charm after her multiple excursions outside to see him.

After exchanging numbers the last time you met, you set up a date for him to come over. And now, you anxiously tried to make your apartment look nice, as he texted you he was on his way.

Looking over at Charm, who stared out the window, you wondered if she knew he was coming. The way her tail seemed to flit around in excitement told you she did.

You let out a breath to try and calm yourself as you mumbled "Okay just breath. It's not like this is a date."

After telling yourself this, you thought back on something he had said. "I was hoping I'd see you again."

Is he going to be just as nervous as you are?

As you thought this, Minho stood outside the enterance to your apartment. Staring at the button beside your apartment number for a few minutes longer than he should have. He swallowed hard as he took in a deep breath.

His hand was gripped tightly around the handle of the bag he held. Did he get the right snacks? What if you were a sweets person? Would you even want them? Would you find it wierd that he brought you snacks?

He closed his eyes and let out a breath as he told himself to calm down. With one more nervous release of breath he pressed the button.

Hearing your intercom buzz, you jumped softly as your anxiety returned in full swing. Charm looked at the door and ran over letting out a soft chirp.

Running over to the door you pressed the button "Hello?"

"Hey, It's Minho."

"Hi! I'll buzz you in. Third floor, last apartment on the left."

"Okay"

After buzzing him into the apartment complex, you shook your hands as you jumped up and down trying to shake out your nervousness.

Not long passed before there was a soft knock on your door. Taking a beat, you nodded to no one as you opened the door, revealing Minho who wore a smile on his face and carried a grocery bag.

Charm let out excited meows as she acklowledge him. Minho looked down at her and let out a soft chuckle "Hello Charm."

"Come on in." You welcomed with a smile as he shuffled inside carefully, trying not to step on Charm as she weaved through his legs eagerly.

You watched as he kneeled down an began petting her, talking to her in a sweet voice that made you smile. After a moment he looked up at you and smiled.

"Hi."

You smiled, feeling your face get warmer as his eyes met yours "Hi."

He lifted his bag a little "I brought snacks."

"Oh" you smiled "I'm sure she will love you even more for that."

He chuckled "I brought some for us too."

"Oh?" you repeated, a bit more surprised, making him smile in amusement.

"Have you eaten yet?"

You shook your head "No."

He stood up "Good."

You smiled at him shyly, before clearing your throat "Would you like a drink? I made lemonade."

He rose his brow "Like real lemonade?"

You nodded "Juiced the lemons myself." you said with a half proud, half joking tone.

He smiled "I'd love some."

You nodded as you walked past "Feel free to look around, or sit, you know, whatever." you let out a soft chuckle.

You heard him chuckle softly as you made your way to the kitchen. You let out a soft breath telling yourself it was going well so far.

As you took the pitcher of lemonade out of the fridge, you turned to see Minho looking around your apartment, his eyes scanning your work station, books, art pieces, and even Charms cat tree.

Turning to face the kitchen, he looked at the herbs you had hanging in the window and smiled "It's similar to what I imagined."

You let out a soft laugh "Oh yeah?"

"It's very you."

You met his eyes as you slid his glass of lemonade across the counter towards him "Is that a good thing?"

He gently took the glass before meeting your eyes, a soft endearing smile crossed his face that made butterflies erupt in your stomach

He nodded softly, "It is."

You looked down at your drink shyly before looking around your own apartment "I like to think of it as organized mayhem."

He chuckled "That's a good term for it, I like it."

Walking out of the kitchen, Minho followed you back into the living room where you sat on the couch. Minho began playing with Charm as she meowed impatiently, wanting his attention all to herself.

You watched them with soft admiration as he played with her. Slowly, Minho started to ask you questions, before telling you about his cats, his family, friends, as you shared stories about yourself.

Eventually Charm, done with playing, gleefully took the snacks he had brought as he passed you the ones he brought for you.

"These are my favorite flavor!" You said with excitement as he passed you some chips.

He grinned at you, feeling relief wash over him "Mine too"

As you shared the snacks, he showed you photos of his cats. At some point, though you were uncertain how you didn't notice, Minho had moved to sit directly beside you. Before, he had been about a foot away, but now, his leg was pressed against yours, your heads almost uneccessarily close as you looked at his phone.

As you awed at a video of his cats, you missed how he looked over at you, studying your profile and smiling as you giggled. He thought himself crazy for the idea that popped into his head, of inviting you to go meet Sooni, Doongi and Dori.

Pulling his eyes away as the video ended, he put his phone down and looked at you. Sensing this, you looked over to meet his gaze, and for the first time realized just how close you were.

Pulling away slightly, you smiled shyly. Minho had a soft smile on his face as he kept his eyes glued to you.

"I'd like to do this again"

You smiled a bit wider and nodded in agreement, looking over at Charm, who sat and watched the two of you from her cat tree.

"I think I can say for both of us, that you are welcome anytime Minho."

Minho felt his ears burn hot as he smiled, glancing over at Charm, he let out a soft chuckle as he saw her intently watching the two of you. There was something very...human about her. As if she knew exactly what was going on.

Looking back over at you he cleared his throat a bit "Did you get full on the snacks?"

You looked down on them and hummed "I wouldn't say full, why?"

He paused for a moment as he gathered the courage to ask what he had been dying to the whole time.

"Do you want to go get lunch?"

Your eyes met his quickly as you tried to hide the shock you felt. But Minho saw it, and let out a soft chuckle.

"You want to go get lunch? With me?"

He chuckled again "Yeah, I do. As much as I loved seeing Charm, she's not the only reason I wanted to come here"

The sincerity in his gaze and the soft smile on his lips made your heart beat crazy.

"Oh- uh, yeah." you smiled and nodded "That would be great."

He grinned "Good."

Minho had hoped that his visit today would ignite something between you. The way you couldn't leave his mind for longer than a few moments made him realize just how muh he wanted to be around you.

So he hoped, that you would want to see him more often, and maybe, hopefully, your budding friendship could become more.

And he was right, because your weekly meetings to cure Charms seperation anxiety from Minho, turned into weekly lunches. And then once a week become twice a week, and then every other day.

You even took up his offer to meet Sooni, Dooni and Dori. And it wasn't long at all before you and Minho seemed to become inseperable as your friendship become something much deeper.

Much to Charms delight.

xx End xx

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[eatmangoesnekkid]

Who is God…to you?

My relationship to God is fun, playful, sensuous, lighthearted, and wild. I experience God in my singing/chanting, in my skin care practices, in my devotional juicing and cooking, in the warm sun shining, in my playful twirls, and in my sex and sounds. I do not allow this world to dictate how I relate to the divine. God, for me, is not punishing or out to get me, but kind, creative/sexy, and full of vitality. Do not allow anyone to define how or what your relationship to God should look like or be. -India A., Author

Additions:

This world will always try to define two major things for us: what is God and what sexuality? Usually God looks like a white man in the clouds looking down on us and sexuality looks like some kind of penetrative action.

You must become curious and begin to explore your relationship with God and claim what is true for you. You must also explore your own relationship with sexuality --which is mainly how your life force energy and passions move through you. What makes you feel unfrozen, relaxed in breath, sensuous and sexy in spine, and chronically warm? What makes you feel alive and connected and open in your body without force? To truly open though, you have to be able to let your guard down and feel safe to be yourself? I discovered that reclaiming what God and sex were for me were the base line ingredients that liberated my safety and trust and set up my soil for deeper reception to grow everything I truly desired (and desire) in the garden of this world.

It's important that you are admired for who you REALLY are---all of you, all the quirky divine perfection and imperfection. Your cells must know that you are lovable as is, that there is love for who you are right now. You don't have to be this perfect unblemished polished AI version as you evolve and become.

Shadows Love to Be Noticed:

We must learn to be comfortable in our skin--our bellies, feet, ash, big ass, little flat ass, stretch marks, etc.-- in the realest daytime-sex-open pussy-spread kind of way. It is also really important to note that that we must consider not being too closely connected to judgmental people because other people's judgment of us, of who we are growing into and becoming, can often constrict and stop us from moving forward. When we are around judgmental people, we are being disobedient to our higher nature (to be well-loved). Being around judgmental people tends to remove nutrients our soil. We must find creative artful ways to release the sexual shame and return to sexual sensuous innocence and its intoxicating ecstasy. We should never feel pressured to perform sex either. When we do anything of the aforementioned things, we close down our bodies, shut down our warmth, dry out of soil, and do not have the necessary ingredients to go after our big, small, or unusual desires.

I'm such a simple woman that when I feel sunlight, I experience God. Every time. -India Ame'ye, Author

[kayesfictioncharactershusbands]

Not So Close ( Blaise Zabini x Reader )

Summary: Everyone thought being in Hufflepuff means that all of you are soft and very sensitive. But, no. They are just thought of it due to the stereotype. And when Blaise Zabini saw that he was amazed.

House: Hufflepuff

Warning: cursing, students having cuts due to Umbridge's detention.

Y/B/N =Your Brothers Name

( gif is not mine )

Being in the Hufflepuff house means that everyone thought of you as just being nice and loyal. That all of you are just too soft. But they all thought wrong. And the only one who is proving that is, Y/N Y/L/N. A very tough Hufflepuff and is also a girl.

Y/N is very popular with the younger and older students in Hufflepuff tower. Everyone in the Hufflepuff just knows your brother - Y/B/N. And of course, you.

Him being one of the greatest Quidditch players along with Cedric Diggory. And you, for being the tough one. Your brother already graduated but was still hurt because he lost a friend.

You are now in your 6th year and hating the new teacher of the Defense Against The Dark Arts.

Y/N and her friends were talking while walking in the hallway when she heard someone crying. She stopped in her tracks. " What's wrong Y/N?" One of her friends asks her. Without talking she went to the student and saw another Hufflepuff student.

And it broke her because the student looked hurt. " What's wrong?" The student looked up and showed her and her friends the little girl's handwriting. She gasped.

She heard the rumor about how Umbridge's detention, but she never had experienced it. She only heard that Harry Potter also experience it.

" Oh darling, come along we are going to the Hospital wing," Y/N told her, as the little girl stood up from where she was sitting and Y/N's friend helping her.

She heard a laugh, and she then turn around, while holding her books she saw Draco Malfoy with his "friends" who gave her a smug look. " Oh look, a Hufflepuff being too nice to help a fellow Hufflepuff." Draco teases.

Y/N rolled her eyes. " Go on girls, I'll handle this one." Her friends look at her and just gave her a nod. They know Y/N can handle herself. Even though they are scared because she is facing Draco Malfoy.

" Yeah well, the little girl was hurt Malfoy. And I actually care for other people's feelings. Unlike others who just feel like being a little bitch who loves to torment others because they are part of Umbridge's little squad - oh what's called again? Oh right, Inquisitorial club." Y/N ranted to him.

She was about to walk out again but looked back at them. " And if you are going to insult Hufflepuff again, trust me I don't care if I would get a detention. I would always defend Hufflepuff's name."

That made Blasie smirk. " That was hot." Blaze said with amazement. Draco looked at him.

" Are you joking? That girl just insulted Inquisitorial Squad. Insulted professor Umbridge." And you're saying she's hot. Draco told him with annoyance.

"Yeah well, whatever. she's hot to me," Blaise told him. And walked away. He doesn't really care about that. That doesn't bother him at all.

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After what happened Y/N should be scared because of what she told Draco Malfoy but she wasn't. Her brother already told her that if you think you are in a right, then don't deny it. Be brave about it.

" I still can't believe that she told Malfoy that." Ron Weasley said in amazement and ate his food again. Y/N is after all, very friendly that's why she is friends with the trio.

"I'm not surprised really, Y/N is just that kind of girl who wants to talk about what she wants is right." One of her closest friends in Hufflepuff also said with a proud tone.

Harry was also gonna comment but they heard a snicker. " She wasn't right at all. Insulting us or even the professor is not right. We should really remove a house point because of what she did." They heard Draco Malfoy say.

Without any hesitation, Y/N stood up while holding a pumpkin juice. Her friends looked at Y/N's face and they looked very scared - while Harry, Hermione, and Ron looked at her with curiosity.

They never really saw a Hufflepuff talk back to other students, well Harry and Ron didn't. Hermione saw Y/N.

" You are not so close to getting any house points to be removed from us Malfoy. We are not your enjoyment." Y/N told him but before Draco could answer, Blaise then answered her.

" We are not removing any house points from you or any of your friends," Blaise told her and that made all of them raise their eyebrows.

Y/N crossed her arms and raise her eyebrows. " And what would you do?" Y/N asks him.

" I want to ask you out on a date. This Hogsmeade weekend." Blaise confidently answered her with a smirk on his face. " Because you are not so close as being that stereotype Hufflepuff that I've heard."

The Weasley twins laughed with each other. Enjoying what they heard.

Y/N rolled her eyes, she looked over at her friends and all of them were shocked. While Y/N doesn't what to react. " What do you mean by the stereotype Hufflepuff?"

Blaise then looked at her properly with confidence. He doesn't want to be embarrassed in front of so many students. Especially since he really wants to take her out on a date.

" I meant that you're tough and can talk back toward Draco, that you can handle yourself. And also beautiful at that. So, would you want to be with me on that date?"

Y/N faced then went red when she heard that. She smiled at him.

" Sure. But we are not going to Madam Puddifoots." She answered him and turn around with her friends.

I mean she secretly thinks his cute.

#harry potter x reader #harry potter #harry potter masterlist #harry potter imagine #blaise zabini #Blaise Zabini x reader #blaise imagine

[traegorn]

I need to stop doing this to myself.

(A Rant Where Trae Has Written Too Many Books This Month)

So since most of you started following me because of Witchcraft or podcast stuff, I realize a lot of you don't know how much fiction writing I do.

Primarily what I've published are comics. The big one is UnCONventional (which ran from December of 2009 to December of 2019), but I also did a steampunk comic called The Chronicles of Crosarth (which I put on hiatus in like 2018 intending to come back to... but I haven't, and I make no guarantee that I will even though over 650 of the 800 planned pages are done). Crosarth is... fine? The art isn't great in either of these, but UnCONventional carries itself with the humor.

But that's all old stuff. You may be like "Trae, what have you been producing for the last four years," and the answer is "not a lot." I got major creative block with the pandemic. Peregrine Lake, the "Northwoods Gothic" comic I was supposed to launch in 2020 (which has some characters from UnCONventional in it) didn't materialize when I said it would. What storytelling energy I had went into Stormwood & Associates and The Meatgrinder (my two actual play podcasts), but that was it.

And then 2023 happened, and the juices started flowing again.

Peregrine Lake is moving forward -- but with me just doing the writing. My urge to draw has not returned, but my urge to write has. A friend of mine, Ethan Flanagan, is drawing it, and I've written the first year of comics. It likely won't launch any time soon (the artist I'm working with is busy as hell so we want to get a shit-ton of the comic done before we launch it -- we have like the first month and a half of the comic ready?). But yeah -- it's happening. I hoping for Spring, but we'll see.

The other thing though is that I've started writing, like, novels. I've always had like twenty ideas in my head, so I figured I'd give it a shot. I decided to start with the idea I cared the least about (in case I fucked it up): A queer urban fantasy story.

In the last month and a half I've written complete drafts of two different novels in this setting, and am halfway through another one... and have another one outlined.

I, uh, had some ideas.

If you're asking yourself "Hey Trae -- what the fuck? That's a lot" you need to know a few things that aren't obvious. At one point in college, in 72 hours, I produced over 40 pages of text between three research papers. All were for 300 level courses, and I may have disassociated while writing them because I frankly don't remember most of it. But, like, they were decent papers.

One of those papers is in Google Scholar.

Anyway, yeah. I haven't been sleeping great because I've been obsessively writing, but you might ask "Why didn't you just write one and get it ready to publish?" That's a great question. Because I wrote a book, and when I was 3/4 of the way through it I realized something very important: This book would make a great sequel to a book I haven't written. I've been writing book two in a series where I haven't written book one yet.

Well fuck.

So I finished that draft, and I went and wrote book one. Now that book? That book I'm getting ready to publish. I expect to have it out in January. Part of my editing process involves setting what I think is a completed, good, revised draft down for a couple of weeks and then returning to it with fresh eyes. We're in that waiting period right now.

But I still had a bunch of energy.

So the first thing I did was a revising draft on book two (the one I wrote first), but I finished that. And had more energy. And more stories in this setting kept popping up.

So I started a third book. And I'm halfway through the first draft of that book. But then I realized yesterday... shit, this isn't book three.

This is book four.

I need stuff to happen before we get to this story.

So now I've outlined the actual book three, and am working on literally both of these books at once (I'll take a break for Christmas and then go do a final edit on Book One).

And... I'm just like... why am I like this?

I need to stop myself for a few days and get more sleep.

#writing

[hell-drabbles]

there's kinda errors here and there since I tend to skip most of the story (I think you already know why) but I try my best 👉👈

Anyway this is mostly about mc

"Solomon-"

"No."

"But His Majesty Leviathan wants you-"

"Still no."

You cross your arms, remaining firm in your refusal. Meeting devils in hell has been a tough task. Those fuckers are always on your attention, and if possible, your affection, calling you a name that isn't even yours, and the constant reminder about the 'devil energy.' Exhaustion isn't even enough to describe what you've gone through.

Then there's the kings...

If the devils were too much, then their lords are a different breed. After hearing of your (or Solomon's) arrival, even more trouble begins. Satan kicking his subordinates who get too close, Leviathan hangs devils left and right just by taking your attention off of him for a second, and Mammon sending mountains of gifts that hoard every possible space in your room. You hope the next king won't be as overbearing, though it's like wishing to breathe in space, so you don't bother.

You snap back to reality when a tall black demon attempts to sneak before you, but before he can grab you, you slam the door shut in their face.

Running your hand through your hair, you comb it backward, huffing in frustration. Despite everything, you're grateful that no devils have managed to touch you. While drinking your best friend's cum isn't the ideal option, what choice do you have? Letting those devils use you like a fleshligh? Hell no.

You make your way to the assigned room, ensuring the door is locked before grabbing the book and laying chest on the sofa.

"Just a little more," you tell yourself. A little more, and then you can finally go back to Minhyeok. You can only hope he isn't skin and bones by the time you return.

👉👈🐮

(Hehehehe you write me a drabble and I will respond with a drabble in turn! Same with art. Tis my way of thanks! Also cursed 'squeezing Ppyong like a fucking juice pack for that demon energy' under the cut. Like, literally grabbing him and just, squeezing like a bottle of ketchup.)

While you're not exactly sure on the state of his libido, if he's anything like his search history suggests, he can probably afford to do it daily. Still though, it has to be tiring, but it is for your survival so what can you do?

There's a little knock on your window. You craned your neck, ready tell the next devil to piss off because you want nothing to do with devils and their kings right now, but stopped right as you saw Ppyong. Oh the little red perverted lump has come with your daily feedings of your friend's semen. He's about the only connection you have with Minhyeok right now, and never once has he confused you for Solomon nor even called you by that name, so in your mind, he was already ranked higher than a lot of the other devils.

While you are pissed off many ways till Sunday, Ppyong's presence was already starting to calm you down. You got up and walked to the window.

"Hey Ppyong," you greeted, hand already out for the heavy bottle that's constantly filled to the brim. Just how many times did Minhyeok have to orgasm to get this much? Is his dick okay? He doesn't have rope burn on it does he? You should probably buy some gentle lotion for him just in case when you get back. "Good job, little man."

"Hehe," Ppyong scratched the back of his head, his face pulled into a large and silly grin, "I live to serve and make you happy, aye! Oh! Minhyeok gave me a new treat! It's this choco that's filled with cherry and it was amazing! I'll save you some next time, okay?"

"That's fine little buddy," you patted his back, watching his pudgy stomach bounce with all the sweets he stuffed himself with, "I'm good."

"...Um," Ppyong looked down, nervously rubbing his hands together, "Uh, hey. You haven't had demon energy yet, right?"

You gave a long sigh, "Yeah I haven't. Gonna have to bother you again. Gotta get that demon energy somehow."

His mouth pulled into a perverted grin as he started to drool. "Hehehe, it's no trouble at all!"

Well, time to get this over with again.

"As usual," you gripped his round body in your hand, Ppyong's face not faltering at all even as he made a squeaky toy like sound, "May this pain bring you ultimate pleasure."

And like a juice packet, you squeezed him tight and aimed his horns right into your mouth. And, as with water being forced out a small hole, Ppyong's "white demon energy" came out. Even made some noise, like that one time you put your mouth on a powerful sprinkler.

A quick and easy affair. A little noisy on the account of Ppyong's loud "Ayyyyye!" but it was done in less than a minute.

You let go and watched Ppyong flutter to the ground, red form still imprinted with your fingers, like wet clay.

"You doing okay?" you said as you popped open the bottle, ready to chug.

"...aye. Thank you." He raised one hand, clearly recovering from that high. Poor little face looked like you drained him of all liquids, with his sunken in cheeks.

Well, you did, but that's besides the point.

You bent down and patted his deflated self. "You do so much work. Thank you."

#admin #drabble #ppyong #writer: dyssey #whb #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad

[sagethegaywitch]

My Muse

Male Artist x Male Reader

TW: yandere behavior, suggestive

Genre: suggestive, yandere

Just a small idea to get them brain juices flowing and get back into writing. Hope you enjoyed.

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Y/N's Pov

You took the job as a joke, really. The little sum of money that the art teacher promised did help a bit though, but you started to have instant regret when the art teacher handed you a literal white sheet as your costume. He insisted that the class was structured around the natural form of the human body and the movement of fabric, and that the toga was necessary for the job. You awkwardly stood on a small stool, surrounded by the art students. You felt nervous with all these eyes watching your every move, but you stuck with the pose that the art teacher forced you into. You carefully adverted your eyes, choosing to stare at the clock, counting down the minutes until you could leave.

Jasper's Pov

I can't believe he's actually here. I can't calm the shaking of my hands as I drop my eraser again. As I lean forward to pick it off the floor, I try to angle my head to see up the short dress, but I fail and quickly grab the eraser before it becomes awkward. I don't know if it was a good idea to sit up front so I could see Y/N up close, I can't seem to contain my excitement. I furrow my brows in concentration as I try to properly portray the god in front of me. I push my dark bangs out of my face before adjusting my glasses on my nose as I glance up to the male. I finish the stroke that completes his left arm, and I lean back to get a good look at my finished product. But, I hastily erase his face, not believing that I fully captured his beauty. I stare at his face, trying to commit it to memory before attempting to to try again. After a few minutes of intense gazing, I move my pencil across the page, finally satisfied with the outcome. I let out a content sigh, the assignment now completed, I can truly appreciate Y/N's barely clothed body. The way the white cloth brightens his skin and hugs his curves. The way the toga barely reaches mid-thigh, and the way he nervously glances down at us. Gods, he so cute. I barely notice that I'm rubbing my thighs together to get some friction as my pants tighten, but I'm startled out of my more graphic fantasizes as the school bell scares me. Y/N lets out a barely auditable puff of air, as he quickly steps off the stool and walks to the teacher. I quickly shove my materials back into my bag as I watch the male adjust the toga as he talks with the teacher. I regret having to walk away from my love, but to compensate, I start to plan how I'm going to visit him in his dorm again tonight.

#yandere #artist #muse #male reader #drawing #suggestive #Jasper my oc #male yandere #xreader

[altraviolet]

Oh man now that I've seen TWO asks this day about Soundwave dying, is that the inevitable conclusion to this fic? Did I miss this big spoiler somewhere or all the clues to it? I don't remember seeing a "Major character death" tag, either.

Or is this people speculating and doing "what if"? ...not that I'd be adverse to it, especially if it made sense to do so!

Also I completely understand about work sapping all creative juices. While I don't write (I've dabbled in the past, but little 3k words or less things for OC's way back in the LJ days), I used to sketch, draw, paint nearly every day for hours before I ended up in a corporate 9-5, full time job. Even doing customer service jobs, I was able to sketch on napkins and scrap receipt paper and sticky notes.. and now I just.. can't. Its unbelievable how mentally draining full time jobs can be. Every now and then I'll get the sketch pad or watercolors out,but it's maybe once or twice a year now.

I've seen writers who do ko-fi for tips or writing commissions for certain stories (I remember a tf author I used to follow did this - where a story was only continued if the chapters were commissioned) - or even patreons, where they set up an early access to the newer chapters, and the cut scenes, additional content - have you thought about those? I think you've got a big enough following where it could be feasible to go part time! And maybe fund a self publishing of an original work sometime down the road!

>is that the inevitable conclusion to this fic? Did I miss this big spoiler somewhere or all the clues to it? I don't remember seeing a "Major character death" tag, either.

The major tag on the fic is "Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings." You haven't missed a big spoiler or clues. The influx of "WHAT IF HE DIES" was puzzling to me, too, but I rolled with it.

I'm curious why people think Soundwave is going to die, when one of the major themes of the fic (at least to me, inside my head) is bringing people back from the dead. Not literally, of course. But... but did they see the whole point of what Rodimus is doing? Trailbreaker, Ambulon, and Mirage? Skywarp? Literally pulling Soundwave from the shadow zone, where life is not worth living?

There's actually a lot more I want to say on this, but I don't want to spoil the story. I have a FAQ planned for when the fic is done and I address death in it, and my approach to writing it vs JRO, and the aforementioned major theme.

I'm guessssssssinnnnnnng people are going the doom route because of the Scavengers, and because Soundwave keeps getting injured and can't be healed, and because... ? I feel like stakes have been high in the past, so maybe that's part of it, too. I won't say anything else for now, though.

This post got long so I'll put the rest under a cut.

>Its unbelievable how mentally draining full time jobs can be.

good god, yeah. low key, I used to be an artist (mostly hobbyist, a few pro jobs). I gave up and went back to writing because it's much easier/comes more naturally to me, and that's all I have energy for. I fuckin' mourned stopping art, to be honest. but you know what, I'd rather have Echo Garden than slog through commissions. I learned I'd rather create my own things than do things other people want me to do. so I guess learning that about myself was ... good. it's absolutely unbelievable how draining a 9-5 job is. I will admit I am jealous of people who have spouses or understanding parents that allow them to do art full time by providing a safety net in the form of housing and health insurance. jealousy is very human, you know :D surely there is a better balance out there for us ;A;

>I remember a tf author I used to follow did this - where a story was only continued if the chapters were commissioned

oooohhhhhhhh you know... I get it. I get people need money. but that doesn't sit right with me. I would not withhold fic like that.

>patreons, where they set up an early access to the newer chapters, and the cut scenes, additional content - have you thought about those?

I've thought about it only in the fanciful sense. To be honest, unless I was getting enough support to quit my job, it's not really going to change my life. Like, how do I say this. I won't have any more additional time in the week to write if I make $50 extra/month through patreon. I'll still be doing my full time job AND I'll have an obligation to write for people. Does that make sense? Unless a patreon offsets the actually draining thing in my life, it's just another thing I have to do.

Although 'early access to chapters' sits way better with me than denying future chapters UNLESS funded. Though paying for fic is a huge gray area and I don't think it's wise to poke that beast...

>I think you've got a big enough following where it could be feasible to go part time!

thank you, I appreciate your kindness here :D I don't think my following is big enough, though. I think the readership is maybe 1400 people? and a bunch of those are minors and most of the adult fandom is fucking broke, lol. (the tf fans with the money tend to be the major toy buying ones, not the fanfic reading ones. Stereotype, but that's my observation)

and part of the problem is my place of employment. I asked, years ago, if I could go part time (so I could practice art) and my boss said no. it's a full time only position ;A; which is why I say, unless patreon can fully support me, it's not really feasible. freelancing incurs a higher tax rate and you don't have any health insurance, so I'd actually have to make more than I am now... and given the number of absolutely fantastic fan artists I see struggling to make it with patreon, I know I can't (since fan artists make more than fan writers)

I hope that my answers don't sound dismissive. Thank you very much for your empathy and kind ideas. I don't think the fandom can support me monetarily in the way I would need, and I think their interest in me will drop as soon as Echo Garden is finished. I base this statement on the fact that TEG has exponentially higher stats than any of my other fics.

The people clearly want only one thing, and it will eventually end xD

If you or anyone else thinks I'm looking at this wrong and there may actually be a way I can write without dying, please let me know. I've thought about this for years and the above is what I've concluded.

Thank you again for the kind ask! <3

#long post #ask #creepygoth666 #on writing and the reality of the day job #maybe I'm too pessimistic #if only I had a sugar spouse... lol

[animehouse-moe]

Mahou Shoujo Magical Destroyer: Opening

You can watch the opening here.

Yeah, this is just a post about the opening (the episode will come later), because this is arguably the closest we can get to a perfect representation of the essence of Inagawa's work. It's.... stunning. It's art.

So, I think to begin I'll sort of preface what the theme of the opening (and of the work overall) actually is. It's a bit of a mouthful, but it's about the stifling of individual expression due to societal and cultural expectations that weigh on each person. In essence, breaking out of the shell that has been forcibly placed on someone, in this case, Magical Girls.

Let's get it started then, shall we? Sort of surprising is the fact that the 4 girls in the start of the opening are driving along the beach in a car with the top down, not a real care in the world. But, in concert with the existence of water throughout the episode, this is only the surface of the characters. What is shown on the outside, what can remain above the surface. It dulls the feeling of freedom, makes you realize the restrictions placed on them so that they can be afforded that freedom.

Of note in this seen, we see that Anarchy has a fruit in her hand. But, before she eats it she pushes a hole into it, allowing some of the juice to escape. To me, this is obvious symbolism for their interests. They don't want what everyone else wants. Nobody wants a damaged fruit in the same way that nobody wants a magical girl that isn't "pure" or "right". It's her acting out against the norms of society and fighting her way towards what she wants.

Next, we have an interesting scene with Otaku Hero. We find a fish in a glass of water, confined by its surroundings, trapped within. Nowhere to go, no way to move forward, Otaku Hero puts the fish in his mouth. Is it faith? Submission? Something else entirely? Whatever it is between man and fish, it is a relationship of dependence. For the fish to exist within its trapped surroundings, it requires Otaku Hero. It's "freedom" is dependent on being saved by another. And at the end of the day, it just ends up deposited in someone else's glass. For all its struggles, it remains confined. Even in the face of a Hero, the fish cannot escape its glass.

And this is exactly what the opening tells us about the girls. Sure, in the "regular" forms they're afforded some type of freedom, but if they want to express their "other" sides which don't conform, they're left trapped. They only become Magical Girls when underwater. Only when drowning beneath the tide of expectations and requirements, sinking deeper into the abyss of societal and cultural norms forced upon them are they themselves.

And this is where Otaku Hero comes into play. He is the first to betray expectations. He delivers the fish to its new form of confinement, and punches the man holding the glass. Wandering, he finds the girls underwater, decorated by ribbons or threads that connect them to Otaku Hero. Now this is a double-edged sword. It shows how Otaku Hero is their "savior", but also what drags them to the bottom of the ocean of expectations and requirements that they sink in.

Regardless of his connection and nature to the girls, just like with the fish, he reaches out for them, but this time he "frees" them. To what degree are they really free if it's at the hands of a savior though? Of someone that perpetuates the preconceptions and norms that suffocate the girls?

Regardless, their true form is unleashed in something that is needed to be experienced to be understood. Violence, vulgarity, depravity, flirtation, teasing, killing, breaking apart, atomized. It is the representation of all the repression that faces the girls. It's a breakdown of reality and society that allows the individual true freedom of expression.

So, I'm no expert with the meaning of flowers, but each Magical Girl here holds their own type of flower (as does Otaku Hero later down the road), which most certainly relates to their stories somehow. I'm just not sure how because I don't know all of the flowers that adorn the various characters.

And lastly, we finished off with a recreation of The Last Supper, with Otaku Hero at the center. In line with the rest of Inagawa's work, he mocks religion here. He jokes about The Last Supper, about Otaku Hero being the lord and savior of his story, and the Magical Girls being his apostles in what can only be inferred is akin to a religious war between humanity and Otakus. It's a hilarious mockery, of both religion and Otaku Hero. Of the concept of a savior, of the expectations placed upon those that don't conform to expectations. The magical girls are once more "normal", and forced to side at this table, glares cast downward, for the sake of Otaku Hero.

And don't even get me started on stuff like the music. The whole thing is a rage against establishment and society, as it talks about rioting, rampaging, and all manner of other things.

Just an outstanding opening that exemplifies the core of Inagawa's opus, of his form of expression in media. It's a love letter to not just art, but specific his art.

#Mahou Shojo Magical Destroyers #mahou shoujo magical destroyers #anarchy-chan #otakuhero #otaku hero #anime original #magical girl #anime recommendation #anime review #anime and manga #anime

[rd0265667]

Seeun x Reader:Deadshot

A/N: this is an AU, so some parts of Seeun's debut and career are tweaked to make things a tad more realistic

Permanent Taglist: @cwpiqwon@justme-idle

The world was not what it seemed, with an underworld whose roots spread further than that of Yggdrasil. The criminal underworld was a treacherous one, but one that Seeun had no choice to adapt to, seeing as how she was picked up from the streets by them, a street urchin on the brink of death, resuscitated, and molded into a weapon, only to be granted freedom from under Yggdrasil once her "debt" was paid. Seeun was trained day and night, in a course that could only be summarised as the most efficient ways to incapacitate and kill someone, training in Martial arts like Sambo, Akido, Judo, Brazillian Jiu Jitsu, as well as Krav Maga. Not only that, Seeun was turned into a weapons expert, guns, Melee weapons, give Seeun a Number 2 Pencil and she'd drop bodies. With that, Seeun worked her way up the branches of Yggdrasil, becoming one of their top enforcers with deadly aim, earning her the moniker, Deadshot.

None of this was by choice of course, Seeun hated what she did. She valued human life, and while some of the people she put down were horrible people, people who deserved worse than a bullet to the head, not all of them were. Some were just in the wrong place in the wrong time, or offended the wrong person. Every time Seeun pulled a trigger, or snapped a neck, a little part of her soul died, only one thing kept her soul intact. You. Like her, you were dragged in from the streets, like her, an orphan, with no one who would miss you. Though you and Seeun were approximately the same age, you were found from the streets later than she was, making you less experienced than her. Seeing you struggle with the training as she once did, Seeun took you under her wing, helping train you, and to Seeun's surprise, gaining an unlikely friend, in the worst of places.

"I heard that Cain is sending us on a mission soon. Some crazy guy roided up with the wrong juice, makes him impervious to pain. It's gonna be tough." Seeun said as the two of you sparred, kali sticks in hand as you circled each other. "Sounds like fun." You smirked, suddenly changing your pace, catching Seeun off guard, knocking her onto the ground "Told you Sseni, You might be better with a gun, but I'm better at hand to hand combat." You chuckled, offering your hand to Seeun, helping her up as she rolled her eyes. "That was just luck, I'll kick your ass next time." Seeun said as she lightly shoved you, her head bolting to the left as the entrance to the training room opened, a messenger appearing. "Cain requires your presence in the main hall now."  The two of you shared a smile, before nodding and following the messenger. "Deadshot, Hawke. I believe you've heard what this mission will entail, here's an official brief. Your target goes by the name Samson, and he operates out of a Warehouse by the docks. Locate him and take him. Alive. That is all." Never one to waste words, Cain swiftly briefed the two agents on the mission, the two nodding as they turned to leave. "Deadshot, stay, I have need of you." Seeun turned to Y/N, nodding to you as you left the room. "What."  "As the person who trained you since we found you, I have grown a soft spot for you, so I give this advice to you. Whatever feelings you have for Y/N, lose it, kill it." Seeun wore a mask of indifference, but she was trying her best to hold together her slipping facade. Somewhere, sometime during a mission, or training, Seeun found herself falling in love with you. Your laugh, your smile, your way of holding her together, Seeun found her love in a life of death and pain, the silver lining in the sea of red. "I don't know what you're talking about." Seeun coldly replied, staring Cain dead in the eye as he chuckled. "Say whatever you want kid. I did you a favour, checked in with the Elders, this will be your last mission, then you're free. You won't be seeing Y/N anymore after this." Cain shot Seeun a small smile, Seeun recoiling in shock, but nodded. "Before you go, take it from someone who's been here far too long. For people like us, Love is like a bullet to the brain."

"Sseni, you feeling alright? You've been oddly silent this whole ride." You asked, your eyes not leaving the knife you twirled in your hand as you ran a cloth over it. "This is going to be my last mission." Seeun blurted out, unable to keep the secret to herself while her mind was deep in thought on her conversation with Cain. On the one hand, Seeun was glad to be done with this life, the killing, the missions, but on the other hand, Seeun would never see you again. Until the elders set you free, but who knows how long that would take? "Oh, that's great Sseun! You get to go live that life you've always wanted to!" You excitedly cheer, finally sheathing your knife, jumping towards Seeun and throwing her into a hug. "Yeh." Was all Seeun could mutter, because somewhere along the way, the life that Seeun wanted to live would not be one she wanted at all, if you weren't in it. "Deadshot, Hawke, 2 minutes out." The driver said, pounding on the wall between his seat and the two of you nodded, Seeun brandished her modified assault rifle and you primed your electric bites, hopping off the van, then getting to high ground, surveying the warehouse. Seeun flicked her infrared goggles down, surveying the warehouse. "Target is with 4 of his men, lightly armed, Hawke, head to Breach Point Alpha, then enter on my signal. Take down the men, then take on Samson, I'll cover you then join." You nodded,  bolting to the other exposed window, waiting for Seeun's nod, then jumping in, shooting 2 electric bites at the men, stunning them while they convulsed, allowing you to easily knock them down, other two falling to the ground, Seeun's marksmanship showing itself. "I didn't expect Yggdrasil here so soon." Samson said with a smug smile. Jumping towards him, you shot a bite at him, but he chuckled shrugging it off. Redoubling your efforts, you charged at Samson, drop kicking him, then flicking a flechette at him, which stabbed him in the shoulder, but it seemed to have no effect on him. "Didn't your beloved elders brief you, I don't feel pain anymore, and he who doesn't feel pain, can't be beat." He proclaimed with his arms out, before bum rushing you, his speed astonished you as you only barely got out of his way, his shoulder grazing you and sending you back a few feet. Brushing it off, you charged at Samson, engaging in a fierce duel as you dodged, parried and weaved, trying to find a weak spot, but none presented itself, and you soon found yourself on the ground. "Deadshot, I can't get a hit on this guy, he just keeps getting up." You shouted into the comms "Hold him down, I need a clean shot." Seeun said, you followed her as you saw the glare from her scope "Negative Deadshot, we need him alive."  "Hold him down Hawke, trust me." Nodding, you lunged at Samson once again, but instead of going for his body, you went for his joints, grappling around him, eventually holding him in a lock. Holding Samson in place, you saw 4 quick flashes, seeing Samson's limbs light up, blood splattering, and you suddenly felt less resistance. Letting go of Samson, his body dropped to the ground, struggling but unable to get up. "What did you do?" You asked in the comms, Seeun grappling down to you. "Just because he can't feel his tendons being torn, doesn't mean he doesn't need them. Let's get him to the van Hawke." Seeun smirked, helping you as you restrained Samson, depositing him in the van

The day went by in a blur. After taking Samson down, you delivered him to the elders, then helped Seeun pack. It was a tearful goodbye to say the least, in her time in Yggdrasil, in her time of knowing you, Seeun always wanted so badly to tell you how she felt. Seeun's heartbeat wouldn't quicken when entering a room full of deathtraps, but it would do somersaults when she looked at you. As the two of you sat in her room, she wanted so very much to tell you everything, how she felt about you. "Sseni, you okay? You look constipated. It's actually kinda funny." You giggled as you looked as Seeun's face, Seeun rolling her eyes as she motioned for you to sit beside her. "I need to tell you something Y/N." Seeun said, putting her hand on your shoulder. You hummed, sitting next to her and laying on her shoulder, which did not help Seeun. "Umm, so I wanted to tell you, that we've known each other for so long, and I think we've spent alot of time together, and we're close, an-" Seeun tried to talk, but she choked on every word she tried, and you giggled at her antics "Calm down Sseni, breathe." You put your hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her down, though it backfired in a spectacular fashion. This was it, Seeun knew she wouldn't be able to do it if she tried to do it slowly. "I think I'm in love with you." Seeun quickly blurted out, and you tensed up on her shoulder You slowly got up from her, turning to her with a serious look on your face, a face Seeun had only seen when the two of you were on missions. "I guess I knew." You whispered. On a certain level, you always knew. It was in your training to know what was happening everywhere around you, so it was hard to miss Seeun's glances when she would stare at you when you trained, or her shortened breaths when you leaned on her shoulder. "I'm sorry Sseni, but I don't think I can do this." You whispered. "Does that mean you don't feel the same way?" Seeun closed her eyes, turning away, not willing to bear what came next. "No, it doesn't mean that, but...I can't do it while I'm still in this...place. Once I'm free, we'll have this conversation alright?" You turned, leaving a light kiss on her forehead. "I'll wait for you." Seeun whispered as you left the room "See you soon Sseni." 

As Seeun left Yggdrasil, she was stopped by Cain, who pulled Seeun aside. "The elders would like to thank you for your service all these years. You have been one of our finest agents since Penumbra. And for that, they've allowed me to extend you a courtesy." Cain handed Seeun a phone, and on it she saw one contact. Cain's "I know you're stubborn, you and Hawke will most likely not let this go. I'll keep you posted on Hawke. Now go, live a life, a good one. Good luck kid." Seeun nodded, thanking Cain before heading out of the base.

"Thank you so much!" Seeun excitedly replied, before hanging up and squealing, excited to hear that her application into High Up Entertainment was excited. As she was lying down on her bed, excited about finally being able to be an idol, a career she had always been interested in, her burner chimed. "Hawke's been doing well, she's risen to the top of Yggdrasil. She should be out soon." Things couldn't get better, Seeun was ecstatic as not only was she achieving a sense of normalcy, you were going to be free soon, and the two of you could live together, the plan was perfect.

"Seeun, how are you not exhausted?" Isa exclaimed as Seeun shrugged, chuckling as Isa nudged her on the shoulder, other trainees looking at Seeun in shock, murmuring and questioning how she was not tired after hours on hours of practice and training. "Seeun-unnie, your special phone rang!" Yoon exclaimed as she ran to Seeun, phone in hand. "Thank you Ja Yun." Seeun excitedly jumped up, opening the messages "There's chatter amongst the elders of an upcoming mission being Hawke's last, data retrieval then assassination of Kim Chaewon." Seeun was conflicted. On the one hand, she knew who Kim Chaewon was. She was a Chaebol, but worked for the good of the people. She was a philanthropist, who took care of the poor, and to assassinate her, it would be a crime, a sin. But on the other hand, this meant she could be with Y/N. Finally, after 2 years of waiting. She could hardly wait

"Okay girls, great work today, have a good rest, the company should be sending someone over to pick us up." Sumin talked to the girls, pulling Yeeun in as the exhausted girl leaned on the leader. Seeun tossed a bottle of water to Sieun, chuckling as she watched her chug the entire bottle. Resting on her chair, Seeun's phone chimed, could it finally be time? "Hawke's been stalling her mission. The elders suspect foul play, or a change of heart. For both your sakes, I hope that Hawke completes her mission with haste."  Seeun gripped the phone tightly, wishing from the bottom of her heart that the elders were wrong. From the back of her pocket, Seeun took out a picture, one she had taken after sending a PI after Chaewon. "Woah, who's that!" Isa exclaimed as she rushed to Seeun's side. "Just someone I know." Seeun answered, eyes trained on the picture "She's cute." Isa commented, raising her hands up in surrender when Seeun shot her a dirty look. "You're not wrong." Seeun chuckled, looking forlornly at the picture in her hand. "Why haven't you asked her out yet?" Isa teased, nudging Seeun on the shoulder, a sense of sadness washing over Seeun. "There's certain restrictions for now, but soon, I'll ask her out soon. Don't you worry about it Chae." "You've got to introduce us, alright?" Isa asked, small smile on her face, happy to know her friend had someone special. "Of course." 

"I need to go, now!" Seeun shouted, her eyes locked on her phone in fear as she called for Sumin. "Unnie, I need to leave, it's an emergency." "Wha- Seeun, we have a performance soon, the manager won't let you leave." Sumin looked at Seeun in confusion, partly worried about what had her friend so spooked "Please." Seeun pleaded, and Sumin finally relented. Seeun nodded, sprinting out of the room as she headed back to headquarters, running into her old mentor and handler. "Deadshot, you can't be here." Cain warned, knowing what Seeun had come back for. "I need to talk to the elders, please." Seeun pleaded with Cain, panic bubbling in her chest. "Seeun, are you sure you want to do this. The elders aren't people you want to owe." Cain warned, unwilling to see someone he had grown to care for throw herself into such a dangerous situation. "Please, Cain." Seeun asked once again. After deep thought, Cain nodded, making a call on his phone, then leading Seeun down the hallway. Seeun entered the room to see 4 people, sat behind a table as they stared her down. "Elders, I'm here to plead for leniency for Hawke." Seeun said, bowing down at the 4 figures. "Hawke has betrayed us, and forsaken her mission because she fell in love with her target. She has put Yggdrasil at risk, she must be put down." One of the figures spoke, causing Seeun to panic. "There has to be a way to pardon her. Both Hawke and I have done so much for Yggdrasil." "You have, but that does not change the fact that insubordination must be punished." In her desperation, Seeun proposed a compromise. "I'll do it! I'll finish Hawke's mission, then we'll leave, Yggdrasil will not be in danger. I'm one of the best agents in the history of Yggdrasil, putting me on this mission is as close to a surefire as you're gonna get." Hearing this proposal, the first elder raised an eyebrow, seemingly intrigued by the propostion. "You got out Deadshot. You have a life now, as a celebrity I believe. Doing this will jeopardise your life. Do you understand the risks?" The elder questioned, Seeun nodding. She'd do anything to get Y/N out of danger. The 4 elders looked to each other, murmuring and discussing, before finally nodding. "The elders accept your proposal, Hawke will be spared and released, contingent on the elimination of Kim Chaewon." "Thank you."

"Ms Kim will be making a public appearance in 2 days. Be warned though, Hawke knows that the company will not cease in their assault on Ms Kim, and she knows how our agents operate, so there will be tons of security. Good luck Deadshot." Cain gave a quick brief, rolling a map across the table and leaving Seeun a key. Grabbing the key, Seeun turned, opening the drawers behind her, retrieving her modified assault rifle, the weapon of her torment, but just one more time. This was all just for one more time.  "This is going to be a mistake. Do you really think Hawke will go with you after you kill her lover in cold blood?" Cain questioned, looking at Seeun in pity. "I have to, I'm doing this to keep her alive." Seeun whispered.

The sickening crunch and crack of bones filled the empty room, the body of security hired to protect the event Chaewon was hosting collided with the wall, then collapsing onto the ground. Seeun quickly found a perch offering her an eyeline to the podium, setting up her rifle bipod, proning to get a good eyeline on Chaewon. After minutes of waiting, Chaewon finally emerged from the building, shadowed by you as you looked around carefully. Seeing you, Seeun froze. She hadn't seen you in 3 years, and you hadn't changed one bit. You still looked every bit as radiant as the day Seeun left. Seeun quickly shook it off, refocusing as she scoped in onto Chaewon. Seeun took a deep breath, her scope trained onto Chaewon, then pulled the trigger.

The world came crashing down around her, widespread panic ensued, as medics crowded around the fallen body, cries of despair filling the area, and Seeun fell back in shock. How did this happen? No. No. No. This was not supposed to happen. You weren't supposed to see the glare, you weren't supposed to know someone else had a sniper to Chaewon. You weren't supposed to be fast enough. You saw the glare, and immediately recognised what it was, charging at Chaewon to get her down, and out of the sniper's view. But it all happened too late. Chaewon was safe, but on top of her, laid your limp body, blood spurting from your neck as Chaewon screamed. From her rooftop, Seeun fell back in shock, panic and despair filling her body as she stared at her mess, the consequences of her actions dawning upon her, your lifeless body being the only thing Seeun could see, letting out a scream of pure agony. Seeun then felt a searing pain in her abdomen, her scream alerting other members of security to her position, and they swiftly took her down. But Seeun didn't care. What was the point of life if you weren't in hers? Seeun didn't want to live without you. As she laid on the rooftop, breathing laboured and raggedy, she realised that Cain was right. About you, and about her.

For people like you and Seeun, Love was like a bullet to the brain

#angst #rd0265667 #seeun #seeun x reader #yoon seeun x reader #stayc x reader #stayc seeun #seeun fanfic #yoon seeun fanfic #stayc yoon seeun fanfic #stayc fanfic

[ryuichirou]

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A couple of questions today! Replying to replies about other replies + a couple of shippy ones + the OruMal Anon is back with more juice lol

Anonymous asked:

Now, why would you say that? Now I’M thinking of Idia wearing just a jacket, thanks a lot

You’re very welcome lol Isn’t he perfect dressed like that? I mean, barely dressed.

Anonymous asked:

to the Idia plush anon, i'm so jealous~~ i thought the outfit Ortho would come with would show off his cheeks but it covers them instead orz i want to buy doll clothes that let him show them off, maybe even sew them myself. btw i think our plushies should kiss new

I demand pictures of kissing plushies… Anons irl meet-up just for the sake of kissing plushies lol

Also! Sewing clothes for a plushie yourself is such a cool thing to do. You’re cool, Anon.

Anonymous asked:

Marja is the epitome of a southern granny, and as someone who has three, I can tell ya they’ll kick your ass. Like I saw Marja and was wondering how Epel still thinks girls are weak when Marja is a badass, like that lil ol’ lady probably kicked his ass more often than Vil did and then told him to get his ass to the farm.

Exactly! Epel surely complains a whole lot for someone who’s been disciplined by this scary woman for his entire life lol

I think it’s also due to the fact that there aren’t any girls around his age (or any other kids) in Harveston, so ma and meemaw, as well as the rest of the women in the village feel as if they’re not quite the same thing as girls. Of course he knows that they are, but I feel like he still has this “yeah but this is different” idea in his head lol Which is kind of stupid, but Epel is still figuring things out so…

Anonymous asked:

Do you think any of the nrc students is interested in Trein (could be sexually or Romantically) ?🎤

I took some time to think about it, Anon, and I’m sorry to give you a disappointing answer: I can’t think of anyone who could be interested in Trein like that… Maybe we just haven’t seen them interact enough. But still, have three boys with the best potential when it comes to this:

Azul, because he wants to be the teacher’s pet very badly, and pretty much always has his tongue up Trein’s ass (metaphorically), but neither of them would see this as sexual or romantic. Azul wants to be the best because he is the best academically! Earned favouritism only!

Ortho, because he gets to hang out with Trein when Idia is taking tests! I don’t remember where we got this fact from, but it’s cute lol But then again, it isn’t either romantic or sexual thing…

Lilia, because you know. Talked about them here.

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

Do you think Rook ever goes down on Vil? You think he'll ever teach the ways of what to do down there to make the Queen shiver and cry out to Neige or Epel or ANYONE who's brave enough to actually be in Vil's bedchambers?

I think Rook lives down there. This is the base of his diet lol

Rook would be more than happy to teach someone the art of making Vil feel this good, both because mentoring someone in such a complicated craft is always rewarding, and because he is a possessive dick that doesn’t fully want Vil to be alone with someone else without him also being a part of the process somehow lol

Anonymous asked:

I'm glad a few people like my OruMal ask :)!! I was disappointed when I went through the ship tags on ao3 and found absolutely nothing. I just had to speak up 😔 I know most fans don't like to ship ortho, but c'mon, the POTENTIAL of it all!!!!!!!

With that in mind, heres a few more ideas I have 🥰

• With Malleus, it makes sense why he's interested. Ortho is a freak of nature to him!!! He'll get used to treating him like any other student, but then Ortho keeps doing the most strange and bizarre things, like he can just pull off his arms and legs as though it's nothing! He tries to think of it as though it's some kind of magic, but I imagine if he ever voiced that, Ortho would be like "oh, no, I can't use magic at all," and go into a long tangent about how it works and just perplex Malleus even more

• Why Ortho would be interested is a whole other can of worms. He does have a base level of curiosity for everyone, and that would apply to Malleus too, but is there anything more than that 🤔 if Malleus were actively pursuing him, I bet he would think his chances are certain that Ortho will reciprocate because he is an extremely powerful prince. Whatever reasons Ortho has for entertaining Malleus, I definitely don't think it will be what he expected. Probably because he's a bit of a loser... like his brother <3

• Holding my breath for book 7, but assuming nothing major happens between Ortho and Malleus (unlikely) then I actually think they will only consider each other seriously way after their days at NRC. They might have a fling while they're in college, sure, a bit of a flirt and tease and maybe a fuck or two if the mood is right, but there's so many other interesting boys here to see and do!! I think it will only be centuries later when they've both gotten tired of losing loved ones that they seek each other out, for the comfort more than the curiosity. They would tease each other for it, but I don't think either of them actually want to be left alone

• Malleus eventually learning to be a pillow princess and just sit there and starfish out while Ortho does his thing would be funny 😭 he likes to toy around, and Ortho seems to enjoy it when he plays with his motherboard, but... after enough times getting smoke and explosions directly to the face because he pressed the wrong button or pulled the wrong wire, he's unfortunately told to cool it 😔 honestly, he's lucky if he hasn't permanently damaged his core!!

That's all I have, thank you ❤️!!!!

Anon! Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us again. Yeah, I can imagine how little Ortho-related stuff there is on Ao3, let alone stuff about him and Malleus, so we’re truly on a rareship territory here lol

I like the first two things that you’ve said because yeah, the mutual interest they would have for each other is a very nice fuel for their ship. Both of them are so curious, and quite experimental, so they’d have a lot to show each other and to talk about.

Oh my god the last one, Malleus don’t touch anything, you’ll just fry him again! Mister “I break every phone Lilia gives me” absolutely should not play around with Ortho’s motherboard… lol but it’ll still be a thrill for them, at least until it gets dangerous and Malleus is prohibited from touching anything ever again. But it’s okay, because Ortho is perfect at handling pillow princesses…

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