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revelisms · 9 months

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Excerpt: Ghost Stories

Mel and Elora set out for answers.

From 'a drop of venom in your gin,' a work-in-progress Western AU centered on Mel and Sevika.

"Copperhead?" mutters Mel from her disgruntled velvet corner, where she sits draped head-to-foot in white—a rare sight of prestige, in these parts.

The carriage her assistant had brokered her seemed hellbent on convincing them to turn back, with every hour crossed west. She'd been nursing a headache since they'd left the Piltover Bridge, five days ago; the horrid contraption clobbered over every rut and rock in sight.

"Indeed," Elora huffs, bracing one palm upon the carriage's panelling. The tassels stapled to the awning lurch into a jovial thwack. "My word. In—in any case, there has been a suggestion that she is....in charge, so to speak—"

"Kino made no mention of a woman." Mel laces her hands firmly in her lap, brushes her thumb over the golden ring at her finger. "I'd have known. If he was working under any, I'd have—"

"Councillor." Silence elks uncomfortably between them. "If I may," Elora continues, quietly, "we know very little of the situation."

For minutes, Mel studies the red earth that stretches bland and endless beyond the carriage's windows. The view comes as much a strange comfort as a pit of dread within her.

"I am familiar with these territories, Elora. The sheriff and I are well-acquainted." Gold glints beneath her twisting nail, and stills. "And I have heard no word of this. Nothing. This—it is highly unusual."

"Could your brother have been—" The carriage batters over a sequence of broken stones. "Well. It's just—there has been word, you know, in the Council—"

"If this is about the dust, I want to hear nothing of it."

"It's become quite the lucrative trade."

"It's vile." A set of black-varnished nails click stiffly upon the door's handle. "He would have had no part in it."

Elora lifts her chin, stares silently at the dry brush that thistles past the panes. Mel knows her discomfort comes partly from her dress: the lace has laid an incessant itch, for hours. Her throat swivels against it, now. "The traders call it shimmer. It may be worth looking into, is all."

An impulse to smile cuts across Mel's mouth. She stamps it down. "And this...Copperhead. She's running it, then?"

"Not a runner, no. But there is a connection."

"To the trade, at large?" Another jitter of Mel's fingers. "A hunter, then," she gravels. "And, pray tell—who employs her?"

Now, her assistant's discomfort comes bone-deep: nothing to do with her clothes. "From what I've heard," she murmurs, "a man who is supposed to be dead."

Mel does smile, then: a lax crook at one side. "Ghost stories." She reclines back into her seat, hands laced. "Take my advice, Elora—don't get too excited." Her eyes trail over the silhouette of a town blazing on the horizon. "There's a dime a dozen of those, here."

#arcane #arcane fanfic #fic excerpt #western au #cowboy au #this thing is sloooowly slowly coming together #i've got like? half of ch 1 done #and a semi-functional outline #still very much trying to get these voices down #but eeee i'm so excited for this #melvika outlaw spicyness abound 😈#a drop of venom in your gin #writing #mel medarda #sevika #melvika #silco

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red-eft · 11 months

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i might get a rosy boa next year but idk what morph i'd get.. curious to see what you guys like :]

(all pics from rosyboamorphs.com)

no results button we die like men

#txt #poll #rosy boa #snake #snakeblr #reptiblr #my plan is to move out next year and celebrate by getting a snake <3 been wanting one for a while but i'm not allowed at my current place #i have a 40gal breeder at my parents' place that i've sloooowly been getting stuff for. most recently i got some corkwood + branches :]#also idrc what ppl think abt the morph i'm just curious 👀 esp because rosy boas aren't super common as pets lol

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archervale · 7 months

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Could've spent my time drawing today and instead spent two hours trying to build that lego pikachu

It was a nightmare lol

Anyway cas has a pikachu now

#stupid posts #sloooowly getting my normal energy back like it's taking its time but its fine #at least I'm doing stuff now instead of spending it sleeping and on my phone the entire day

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byanyan · 2 days

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woke up thinking about byan having cryptic text hidden within the art of the tattoos that are tied to their traumas... for when the images themselves aren't a strong enough reminder of lessons learned 🤔

#the text being hidden to discourage & help them avoid questions like 'oh what does that mean?' when strangers (and even not-so-strangers)#happen to see these tattoos #especially bc the text 'he deserved it' immediately popped into my mind for the tattoo they got after they killed in self defence #tell me that wouldn't get a shitload of questions if it was obviously visible lmfjsjfsj #but I feel like sometimes they need to be able to see & read it... especially just after it happened hey NEEDED that visual reminder #to help alleviate their guilt and feel less like some fucking monster for what they did #and I think that's the case with a lot of the shit they've been through...#they need words of reassurance but don't really get any from the world around them... so they weave them into their more meaningful tattoos #that way they can look at them and get that validation when they need it #but it's also not obvious enough that strangers feel like they're allowed to ask personal questions or jump to conclusions #idk idk new idea I'm playing around with..... bc I am always slowly sloooowly working out the rest of byan's tattoos #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ ooc ⋮ don’t @ me.

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layalu · 1 year

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got tagged by @squeaksquawks yesterday for WIP Wednesday(/Whenever)! <33

Main ones rn are ref sheets cos i'm in an Artfight prepping phase again lol. The other thing are the tarot cards, though i'm kinda stuck on Liam's right now (also on Neira's a bit but not As Much) rip

tagging @exotic-inquiry, @iijas-nest, @creativegoblin, @daggerbeanart, and anyone else who has something they wanna share! :)

#most of the refs ive been sloooowly working on for a while now lol #i always start super early bc i know its gonna drag out #that way i can ensure that at least a couple of the planned refs get done! xD (<- actual tactic that surprisingly works)#for liam's card i've at least gotten to the point where i've settled on the main figure! lol #by which i mean that's the main one i've been experimenting with bcs otherwise i'd go insane #but i cannot for the life of me figure out a composition i like #i'm basically just playing around with layers like paper dolls rn and those four are a couple variations of that #for neira i think i like what i have and i just gotta figure out how exactly i want the blood/ichor/fluid parts to be #wip wednesday #(on a thursday xd)#my art

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fern-pajamabrain · 8 months

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it's amazing the damage a mild cold did to my mental health

#pelotudeces #whatever progress I've had these past few months disappeared this last week #saturday was definitely the worst cause I had some pain in my ear from blowing my nose too hard and I Wanted To Die #rn I'm sloooowly getting back on track #but damn bitch I lived like that?#maybe if i listen to Touch The Sky enough times my mental health will magically reappear

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caeloservare · 8 months

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@the-gray-maiden sent: ❛ life happens wherever you are, whether you make it or not. ❜

Avatar: The Last Airbender starters

"The usual I have heard was shit happens, so I suppose this version is better by all means." He fell silent to think about it for a moment. Random events just happen, true, but...

"However let's not ignore the ability of people to affect their life. Many things that happen are simply consequences of precious actions. Not always, of course."

#the gray maiden #I'm sloooowly getting to things in drafts hah

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jeoseungsaja · 2 years

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When he hears the sirens, the Black Knight knows his cue to disappear. ANACHRON knows it’s their cue too, slipping back into the shadows, yet again. Dammit, he was so close too! And yet, his first instinct isn’t to run. But rather, when he realizes a certain detective is within the vicinity, ready to fight his way into the circle, the Black Knight's first instinct is to grab that detective’s hand and then run. Never mind the ache building in his leg or the protests on Hyuk’s part, the important part is that he gets Hyuk as far away from both ANACHRON and the police as possible. Hyuk might be familiar with the Gangnam Police, but even he cannot hope to get away without repercussion should they find out he shares a connection, however minuscule the thread is, to the Black Knight.

The Black Knight only stops once they’re in an alleyway. It’s in one of the more rundown parts of Itaewon, which is also where the Black Knight’s base is located ( Rook is not going to be happy- what if the detective starts poking around here too? ) .His leg is aching. And his side stings from a bullet graze. And yet he forces himself to stand tall, sword still unsheathed. The sound of metal dropping against the cobblestone barely registers.

“You really don’t listen, do you? Keep loitering around these spaces and you’ll be lucky to get out in one piece. Is that what your friend would want?”

Letting go of Hyuk’s hand ( they haven’t done that in years ), he turns away to make his escape, only to pause. Why does his vest pocket feel empty- panic floods in. Where is it? He couldn’t have dropped it, that’s never happened before, and- the Black Knight whirls around.

It’s Hyuk, picking up his POCKET WATCH, the one Felicity gave Patrick all those years ago.

Patrick’s stomach drops.

And without thinking, he lunges forward, snatching his watch out of his dear friend’s hands. The watch dangling between the two of them, Patrick stares at Hyuk in bewilderment. And fear. Hands shaky, he shoves it back into his coat pocket. Patrick turns away.

“You’re lucky this time. Next time, I’ll stab you.”

( HI ALEX!! SO THIS PART OF THE INBOX CALL :DDD pls don't mind me flood u with a few unprompted asks sjdkflsj, but also...so hyurick in black knight verse?? I went overboard and basically he was one step forward, two steps back 🙃, but also feel free to ignore this if you think this doesn’t fit!! Have a wonderful day and care you lots!! <3 )

@ofgentleresolve ♚ hyuk didn’t get stabbed but i did...right in the heart--

♔ ———–

Sirens roar and even its incessant bellow is not enough to push him away from the scene. It should, shouldn’t it? After all, he’s been nothing but a menace to the police, who already have sent him away previous times with a warning (as well as with long, tired sighs from the detective currently handling the cases Hyuk would officially and legally take care of, once upon a time). Tickets of caution can only last for so long and one day he’ll face the real danger by being dragged behind bars for obstruction and suspicious activity. No matter how careless Hyuk’s gotten now, he cannot afford to go to jail, for that’s precious time he cannot waste by simply counting the days until a release. All minutes, seconds --- they should be dedicated to find out the truth.

The truth about his best friend’s death.

Still, he takes a step forward, toward the smoke; swirls that seem all too familiar at this point. There are spots of dirt on the detective’s skin, as well as cuts that might heal if he lets them be; a victim of his own heedlessness. The adrenaline in his veins does not let him feel the exhaustion, or the way the open wound on his forehead burns. He steps into the fog and as he tries to adjust his vision, he’s unexpectedly yanked by a gloved hand.

His first instinct is to tug back, but his palm is well-adhered to the other’s fingers, as if knowing he’d fight back. A frown; long legs unwillingly bend toward this uncharted territory whilst trying to see who has him under their grasp.

He’d recognize that top hat anywhere. The all-black attire. The high collar of his coat. The sword shining under the bashful moonlight.

“Yah, let me go! Let me go!”

But the Black Knight won’t relent, will he? Oddly enough, that’s something they both share: Thick stubbornness. While one pushes, the other tugs...but, ironically enough, they keep colliding onto the same paths; onto the same places.

Growls of protest echo through, gaze registering the surroundings. What is this place? It looks dilapidated, with paint peeling off the walls and buildings resembling an ancient world long forgotten. A rundown neighborhood, a side of town not many would care to look at. It seems the Black Knight is aware of desolated spots, for he walks as if he’s utterly familiar with the surroundings. Not even him, who’s well-versed in pinpointing several streets due to years of patrolling and case-chasing, would think about heading to this place.

Why did he take them there? Is it a simple detour, or should it mean something? Hyuk cannot allow any details to slip away.

“I’ll break your arm if I have to, is that what you want? Because I will break---”

Finally, fingers get harshly unlatched from the strange warmth of cloaked hand when the Black Knight loosens his grip. Hand turns into a fist, nostrils flare at the unwanted scolding, jaw tensing at the mention of his friend.

“What do you care, huh? Who do you think you are? Stop using my friend as an excuse to make me reconsider. He’s not here anymore. The one who used to think things over isn’t here either.”

Pieces of him decayed when Patrick passed away, like a sunflower that no longer has the sun by its side, or a shrub of forsythias losing its color because the healthy Earth has open cracks of dryness; wounds that remain and never really close. Parts of Hyuk died when his best friend did, or perhaps they’re deeply buried somewhere he blocked from memory so he’d never find them. After all, the one who could retrieve them is no longer living, so why would Hyuk want them?

“You don’t listen either. I told you to never come back again with your warnings and needless advice, remember? So why do you keep---”

He, indeed, does not let any details slip. His ears take note of a sound; a descent. Metal colliding upon cobblestone. Once shy, the moonlight becomes stronger in that alleyway. It guides him, lets him know there’s something on the floor. A watch.

Silence. The detective bends down; catches watch’s circular body with his palm and thumb; chain feeling heavy between his fingers. He stands up and some of his steps falter when keeping his gaze glued at the item --- not because he’s not watching where he’s going, but because he knows this watch. The details on the tightly shut cover, they look worn, as if fingers kept rubbing and grazing to the point of getting edges blurry, but they’re still there, staring back at him.

Patrick’s watch. The one Felicity gave him years ago. This one and his dear friend’s look exactly the same. The only difference is that the one on his hand has suffered due to the hands of time...but the same thing would’ve happened to Patrick’s watch if he was still alive, wouldn’t it? All items, no matter how precious, start to show signs of wear after years of usage. Much like the mandarin duck plush he still keeps somewhere in his apartment.

Eyes lifting, he sees the Black Knight’s back. His hand tightens around the watch. And he remembers, he remembers he couldn’t find Patrick’s pocket watch under all the rubble when he went to London to see the chaos himself. He remembers that the evidence never showed any pictures of that watch, not even signs or traces of charred metal or clock’s hands and numbers bent by the merciless waves of fire. He also remembers that this was one of the factors Suki considered suspicious when Hyuk commented about it.

And if this is, indeed, Patrick’s watch, how did it end up here? In South Korea. Under the Black Knight’s shadow.

Speechless, he witnesses the vigilante suddenly whirling around. He’s forgotten something, hasn’t he? The watch is still on Hyuk’s hand, but he’s too stunned to react quickly; his own fingers trembling as palm shows the other what he’s found.

“How?”

But he gets no answer. Not a verbal one, at least. The watch sternly departs from his grasp; gazes locking. Is the confident brown of those eyes hesitating? Is the smug Black Knight scared? The detective is trying to learn as much as he can, even if the high collar of the other’s coat doesn’t let him see if lips are twitching or not, even if the mask might cover a widened expression. His eyes. Hyuk’s slowly learning to decipher them.

And the Black Knight’s hands. They seem unstable.

“Where did you get that watch?”

Hyuk reaches out, tries to stop the vigilante from leaving, but his hand only catches air.

“No, no, you have to---where did you get it?!”

The detective starts to run after him, but it seems the vision of the watch causes him to have a million and one thoughts; a trigger of a lack of balance. His hand lands on a brick wall; jog halts.

He starts to get flashbacks of Patrick showing him the watch for the first time. His face of happiness when he says that Felicity gave it to him. The love of his life. He remembers the times Patrick takes the watch out of his pocket, just to fondly stare at it. A precious memory of someone he unfairly lost. He takes note of the echoes of his voice, and they seem so near, yet so far. Like he’s watching all of this through the grainy screen of a television.

A groan; dizziness kicks in. He presses one side of his body to the wall, breathing in and out. This isn’t the time to disconnect from the world, Lee Hyuk. Everything around him looks blurry; the wound on his forehead starts to remind him of pain. He slowly slides down in an attempt to sit down, gather his senses so he can at least return to the office without a hassle.

Jae-Hwan and Suki must not know about this. They might suspect something is going on already, though. He up and left without saying anything, like he usually does. That doesn’t mean they don’t worry...they always do.

The fire. The charred wood; the strong scent of burnt. Whoever started it knew what they were doing. Nakamura’s voice invades his head now. They wanted you to think the fire was accidental.

I couldn’t find any signs of his watch. Why? He kept that watch with him at all times.

All the models of watches in existence, and the Black Knight had to have that one. A pocket watch, nonetheless. Something that a lot of people don’t use frequently these days.

God, he has to stop thinking. He closes his eyes.

The last thing he sees is the distant and distorted view of a battered clock tower.

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#ofgentleresolve #♔ || verse three (arc two).#♔ || i'm in it with you (patrick | black knight au).#EXCUSE ME AS I HECKIN' SCREAM OVER THIS IWEUHIWUEDHIWEUHDIEH #JUST IMAGINE ME RUNNING IN CIRCLES AND YELLIN' AS SOON AS I READ IT AND SAW THE WATCH BEING REVEALED TO HYUK---#against Patrick's wishes bUT Y'KNOW WHAT SOME THINGS DON'T GO AS PLANNED MY DEAR PROFESSOR--WIEUDHIUEWDHIUWEDH #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS IN FERRE :D NEEDLESS TO SAY I GOT VERY EXCITED --- EVEN IF THIS VERSE IS PURE PAIN IT'S SO INTERESTING TO #SEE THIS SIDE OF THEM / THE WAY THEY'D REACT AS THE TRUTH SLOOOOWLY UNCOVERS #HYUK IS SUCH A CONFUSED MESS HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO THINK WIEUDHWIUEDHWDH #I also hope Hyuk's reaction isn't exaggerated or anything of the sort #sometimes this happens where reality gets warped #and he doesn't know where he is for a moment in time #he gets overwhelmed and since there's the ongoing repression of emotions -- wELL --#bUT YEAH IF IT'S?????? TOO MUCH OR ANYTHING DO LET ME KNOW AND I CAN TOTALLY CHANGE THINGS #I did mention it was going to be a long post 👀#iwudehiweudhUIHWEID COULDN'T HELP MYSELF / HYURICK MAKES ME SPILL ALL THE PARAGRAPHS---#I HOPE WHAT I WROTE MADE SENSE AND IT'S SOMETHING TO WORK WITH DEVELOPMENT-WISE ;WWWWWWWW;#Sorry Rook you are perhaps going to be upset because....now that Hyuk has seen the area...he's probably going to stick his nose around IWUHE #he leaves no stone unturned (wHEEZE)#Also Hyuk acting all tough when saying 'stop using my friend as an excuse.../he's no longer here...' when I know he's breaking inside C:#IUHWEIUDHWEDI #ALSO I HOPE IT'S OKAY THAT I MENTIONED SUKI HERE????#I took those lines from what you told me on Discord ;W; BUT IF??? YOU'D LIKE ME TO CHANGE THIS I WILL JUST LMK <3 #ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU HEAPS FOR SENDING THIS IN / LOVED REPLYING TO THIS WIHDIWUEDHUH #AND THANK YOU FOR LETTING HYUK BE PART OF THIS WONDERFUL (BUT SUPER PAINFUL) VERSE UwU #Also watch him arriving to his apartment just to take a shower and put on other clothes #since the other outfit he was wearing got full of dirt due to him sitting on the ground for a while until his dizziness subsided #and after that going straight to the office to refresh his mind about the watch IUWHEDIWUEHDIH #PLS HAVE A NICE DAY FERRE!!! CARE YOU HEAPS ;W;!!!#♔ || queue.

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trances-and-tentacles · 4 months

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i need to condition a sub to drop to my scent.

god, i'm just imagining a cutie giving me head and sloooowly dropping down into tranced, empty bliss without realizing it as they inhale the smell of my crotch. watching their eyes glaze over with that sweet mindlessness, becoming more and more pliant and obedient as it goes on. by the time i cum it's just totally gone and drooling the cum all over the rest of its pretty body.

or maybe we're cuddling, and things get more intense than usual and they try to take control. i'll let them take the lead for a bit, but of course, silly little pets don't get to dominate their owners. so i'll just wait for them to take my clothes off, and then press their head into my bush. that's right, pet, just smell and sink for me, as i watch its dominance evaporate into the pleasure of obeying its Owner.

perhaps i come home from a long day, sweaty and horny, and needing to let my stress out on their holes. i'll take my clothes off and instead of leaving them on the floor, i just toss them onto their face, interrupting them mid-sentence as the scent trigger erases its thoughts, replaced with obedience. it's already drooling mindlessly by the time i cross the room to make use of my toy.

there's a million more things you could do with this too. it'd be such a fun trigger to play with

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brain-rot-central · 3 months

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♥ Ao3, for those who prefer reading there. Please note: I have most of my works here on Tumblr. I'm sloooowly getting to cross-posting everything... Slowly.

Baldur's Gate 3

Oneshots:

Unholy Desire - Warnings: 18+, religious kink, breeding kink, innuendo, dry humping

Kitchen - Warnings: 18+, dry humping, pregnant Tav, cunnilingus, masturbation

The Cellar - Warnings: 18+, dry humping, Virgin!Tav, masturbation, fingering, dubcon (?? not really sure but I'm gonna put it), sexual themes, pining

Possession (honestly my fav so far) - Warnings: 18+, fingering, cum play, cunnilingus, PiV sex, religion kink, praise kink, breeding kink, corruption kink, possessiveness, slight bdsm?, slight DD/lg (if you squint enough)

Sex Dreamz - Warnings: 18+, dubcon - inappropriate use of tadpole, voyeurism, accidental voyeurism, bdsm umbrella?, PiV, creampie

Home - Warnings: 18+, dry humping, breeding kink, non-penetrative sex, trauma mention, intimacy issues, soft Astarion (emotionally, not physically), possessive Astarion, verbalized consent

Reward - Warnings: 18+ vaginal fingering, breast play, Tav is a good girl

Pegging Your Vampire Boyfriend: A Beginner's Guide - Warnings: 18+, pegging, bdsm- soft!Dom Tav & sub!Astarion, bottom!Astarion, praise kink, ear play, size kink if you squint, inappropriate use of magical scrolls, oral sex - fellatio, anal fingering, anal sex, trauma mention, intimacy issues, verbalized consent, blood warning

Scars - A tender back massage prompted by an anon message.

Up In Smoke - Warnings: 18+, dubcon for being under the influence, drug use, alcohol mention, breeding kink, praise kink, male masturbation, mutual pining, trauma mention, intimacy issues

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Drabbles:

Graveyard anon - Warnings: straight feral. 18+ and very explicit. Context is there.

Possible Pt 2 of Unholy Desire?? - Warnings: see Unholy Desire above

Dadstarion - Warnings: it's really fucking cute and I cry. Pure fluff.

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Long-fic:

Hey Jealousy (on pause for now)- Warnings: will change as new chapters are added. Please read the tags! I plan for it to touch on some uncomfortable topics.

Sonnet of the Lone Cardinal - An AA fic. Warnings: please read with each new chapter! They'll be changing. Ch. 1, Ch. 2. Ch. 3, Ch. 4

#i'm sorry #it's so basic lmao #but i hope it makes navigating my page easier!#masterlist

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pika-ace · 6 months

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Disney Knowledge Yuu: Playful Land Edition Part 2

Part 1 here

HOO BOY! Just like GloMas, we went from 0 to 1000 REAL QUICK! And I can't believe I'm saying this...but this place is somehow WORSE than the flowers that sap away your magic...

Spoilers below!!

Fellow: Here, we can use these carriages to get around

Cater: Aww, look at the cute donkeys pulling them~

Yuu: (goes over to the donkeys) If you still remember your human life and want out, blink three times...!!! 8/

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Fellow: All of the workers are puppets to be true to the story

Yuu: Are they, Fellow?? ARE THEY?! Did they consent to this?! Do they get paid?! AND WHEN'S THE LAST TIME THEY'VE SEEN THEIR FAMILIES, HUH?!?! >8(

Ace: Dude, chill out!

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Ortho: Oh! I missed my shot at billiards because a cricket was in the way; it distracted me

Yuu: (holds the cricket) JIMINY YOU GOTTA GET US OUTTA HERE-

Vil: Well, they've officially lost it...

Floyd: Hehehehehe crazy shrimpy~

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Kalim: Oh look, the Merry-Go-Round has a cricket, cat, and fish from the story! The animals were the toymaker's friends and the cricket taught the puppet!

Yuu: Thank god you guys got SOME aspects of this story right... XS

Jack: What's that supposed to mean-

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Grim: Why does the puppet have ears and a tail in this attraction?

Leona: Oh, sometimes the story has regional differences. In the Sunset Savana, the puppet is a beastman

Yuu: .....Okay that's kinda neat, but still... (INTERNAL SCREAMING)

Kalim: Really, are you okay??

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Fellow: When you're naughty, the magic activates; it slowly turns you into a puppet. The wood embeds in your skin and grows under your flesh sloooowly >:3

Yuu: .....There's no way this can get any worse...

Fellow: Oh, and once the transformation is complete and you can no longer move or talk or have any kind of autonomy, I'm going to be selling all of you. You'll never be seen again.

Yuu: IT'S WORSE (looks for a weapon) IT'S MUCH WORSE-

(Yeah, human trafficking wasn't on my Twisted Wonderland Bingo card but HERE WE ARE 8/)

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst yuu #disney knowledge yuu #stage in playful land #pinocchio #pleasure island

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letstalkaboutfandomsbaby · 11 months

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╔══•.·.☆.·.♥︎.·.☆.·.•══╗

phone call

╚══•.·.☆.·.♥︎.·.☆.·.•══╝

❥ CW: chubby fem reader, vague male character, smut, phone sex, marriage kink(?), oral (both receiving), penetration, breeding kink

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"...Hello?"

"Hey."

He felt a shiver run down his spine. He swallowed, inhaling shakily, gripping his phone tighter. He always had this reaction to your voice. It didn't matter what you said: just hearing you speak made him melt.

"H-Hi."

"Awww, are you nervous baby? You have no reason to be; we've done this before."

He knew that, but he couldn't help himself. You always made him like this, a shaky, stuttering mess. He's never even met you, but you have him in the palm of your hand.

"Did you like the message I sent you?"

"...Yeah, I did..."

"Mmm, did it turn you on?" He glanced down at his hard cock, clearing his throat.

"Yeah..."

"Are you hard for me right now?"

"Yes..."

He tensed when you moaned, his cock twitching at the sound. Fuck, he was leaking precum already, aching to be inside you.

"Good. I like making you hard."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I like knowing that you're hard just for me."

God, you were going to be the death of him.

"Sooo... you liked my message..."

"Yeah..."

"Are you thinking about it right now? About my little fantasy?"

"Y-Yeah..."

"Are you touching yourself right now?" His hand wrapped around his cock and he gave it a hesitant tug, hissing at the friction.

"Y-Yes..."

"Fuck... that's so hot baby. You thinking about it baby? Hmm? Thinking about me being your cute little wife and taking care of you?"

Fuck, he was. He was thinking over the message you sent him, the fantasy you had shared where you were a housewife and took care of your husband when he came home, cooking his favorite meals and helping him relax after a long day. He was imagining you in a cute little dress, one that hugged your plump waist and flared out, reaching your knees. He could see you now, welcoming him home with a sweet smile and a warm hug, already making his awful day disappear.

"Yeah... fuck..."

"Mmm, you wanna know what I would do for you baby?" He squeezed the head of his cock, gulping.

"Y-Yes..."

He moaned at that, tossing his head back. Fuck, he could practically see you now, kneeling in front of him, looking up at him innocently.

"I would sit you down on the couch and get on my knees for you."

"I would run my hands up your legs, reaching your belt. I'd undo it for you and sloooowly pull down your zipper, letting out your cock."

He was stroking his cock more confidently now, moving his hand languidly up and down his shaft.

"It's so big and hard, baby, and it's all because of me, right?"

"Y-Yeah... just for you..."

"Mmm, that's right, it's all mine. And you know what I wanna do with it baby?"

"W-What?"

"I wanna put it in my mouth."

He moaned loud, squeezing his cock harder, biting his lip.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Wanna suck on it baby, wanna suck on your hard cock."

God, what he wouldn't do to feel your plush lips wrapped around his cock right now. He needed you so badly it almost hurt.

"Mmm, your cock feels so good in my mouth, baby. I love sucking on it. Do you like it baby?"

"Y-Yeah... I like it."

"Mmm, good. You're making me sooo wet baby. Wanna touch myself for you."

He could imagine you sucking on the head of his cock, stroking it with one hand while the other slipped up your dress and between your legs. He could almost feel you moaning around his cock as you touched yourself, rubbing your clit, playing with your beautiful pussy.

"Mmm, feels so good, baby. Do you like it? Huh?"

"I like it... I like it a lot..."

"Mmm, do you wanna fuck my face baby?"

"Fuck, yes, I do."

"Then go ahead, baby. Fuck my face while I play with my pussy."

He jerked his cock faster, imagining you deep throating him, taking him all the way down. His hips twitched up into his hand, imagining thrusting into your mouth, your pretty eyes gazing up at him, filling up with tears.

"God, I'm so wet for you baby, you have no idea."

"Y-Yeah? You're wet for me?"

"Mmhmm, soooo wet. You wanna taste me?"

"Fuck, yes—"

"Fuck, then let me sit on your face baby. Lemme ride your face."

He wished you really could. He wished he could lay down on the floor and watch you crawl over him, positioning yourself right above his face. He wished he could feel your soft, warm, plush thighs on either side of his face as he dipped his tongue between your folds, lapping up your delicious slick. He wanted to taste you, wanted to bury himself between your thighs and suck your clit until you cried.

"Fuck... I wanna fuck you so bad," he muttered, his tone shaky from him jerking his cock.

"Yeah? You wanna fuck me, baby? You wanna fuck your sweet little wife?"

Oh, you were going to be the end of him for sure.

"Yeah... yeah, I wanna fuck you."

"Mmm, then come here, baby. Want my husband to fuck me."

His pace quickened again, his moans and gasps growing louder as he imagined slipping his cock into your wet heat, your chubby pussy lips clinging to him.

"Mmm, that's it, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me however you want."

You were making him a mess, ruining him. He'd never done these things before he started talking to you. Even now, after trying to talk to so many women, he still hadn't found anyone like you, someone so eager, who wanted him just as badly as he wanted you. Speaking of which—

"God, I wish you were really here. Wanna feel you inside me, want it so bad."

"Yeah? You want me to f-fuck you?"

"Mmm, God, yes. Want you to fuck me hard, want you to fill me up. Want it so bad, baby."

"I want it too... wanna fuck you so bad..."

"Yeah? You wanna fuck me, baby? Wanna fuck your wife?"

"Yeah... I wanna see my wife right now... wanna take care of you—fuck, you're gonna make me cum..."

"Yeah? You gonna cum inside me? You wanna give me a baby?"

"Shit—"

His hand was moving impossibly fast now, his fingers cramping up from the strain, hips meeting his hand with each thrust, hurtling him towards his orgasm.

"That's it, baby, keep going. Give it to me. Give me everything you've got. I want you to fill me up, I want you to breed me."

"Fuck!"

He came with a loud groan, his cum shooting out, hitting his chest and soaking his hand. He stroked himself through his orgasm, imagining you milking him, taking every last drop in your needy cunt. He let go a minute later, letting his softening cock fall to his hips. He was panting, eyes drooping, heart pounding as he came back to Earth.

"H-Holy shhhit..."

"Yeah? Did it feel good, baby?"

"Shit... it felt amazing..."

"Yeah? I'm glad, baby. I like making you feel good." He swallowed hard, trying to compose himself.

"Shit... what're you doing to me? I can't stop shaking."

"Awww, really? That's so cute."

He grabbed a nearby towel he had prepared, wiping himself clean as he listened to you hum on the other side of the phone.

"...Thank you, baby," he mumbled once he was clean.

"Aww, you're welcome, baby. I'm always happy to help you."

"You help me a lot... fuck, but you're also making me crazy."

He heard you giggle, that sweet sparkling sound, and his cock began to throb to life once more.

God... what were you doing to him?

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