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pupyuj · 2 months

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[cw: cnc (reader receiving ofc), g!p ive, somnophilia, exhibitionism, degradation, humiliation, spanking, slapping, etc. (there’s just… a lot going on)]

been having cnc thoughts with ive so this is what i came up with! i’ll try to get some asks done and ehehe i’ve been working on a new fic for a while but ofc i get the block sdkdhsj.. BUT i’ll get out of this little predicament and hopefully come back w more food for you guys 🥰 i hope this was okay! i’m still tryna get my groove back 🤕🙏

p.s. this is like, long asf for no reason so have fun guys! 😭😘

everybody knew (y/n) (l/n) as ive’s brightest little star that was pretty much perfect in all aspects ☺️ nobody adores you more than your members though! you’re their battery, their personal motivational speaker.. but sometimes there’s a better use for you than simple bear hugs and little kisses.. you were the elder members’ toy, and they all love to use you in different ways… 😵‍💫

yujin gets real busy so she doesn’t have a lot of time to relax and do whatever she wants 🙁 poor girl barely has enough time to just sit and watch her favorite show before she has to leave for another schedule! she’s exhausted, angry, and most importantly, so fucking needy 🤭 so one day, she'd come home all tired and grumpy as she usually was... walks lazily towards the bathroom to get changed and wash her face when she notices an underwear of yours haphazardly thrown on the floor, missing the laundry basket nearby... and ofc yujin gets hard! it was annoying, really! how easy she gets horny whenever she sees you or thinks of you—you were too pretty! soon enough, yujin would sneak inside your room all hot and bothered, more than grateful that you were wearing the shortest shorts and the thinnest tank top in your closet.. fuck, yujin could practically cum at the sight of you alone!! yujin never liked touching you without your permission, but she remembered how you never fail to tell any of the unnies about how they "can use you however and whenever they want" and how "you wouldn't have a problem with it".

you were in deep sleep, so you didn't do or say anything at all when yujin swiftly gets rid of your shorts and it turns out you weren't wearing panties at all! god, you were such a slut—you just figured one of the unnies would come into your room and fuck you silly while you're asleep 🤭🤭 best believe yujin would be fully erect with even just the thought of fucking you in your sleep, so taking off her pants was quite ‘liberating’ in sense! ugdhhfhcbsig baby whimpering as she slowly inserts her cock inside you, practically drooling at how tight your pussy was! 😵‍💫 she gets a little scared when you stirred slightly, but then starts thrusting into you in a steady pace once she realizes you weren’t going to wake up any time soon 🫣 omgomg her whining in your ear bcs it’s been so long since she’s been inside you 🥺 sure it might be more fun if you’re awake (yujin needs a good riding right now actually…) but yujin couldn’t wait for that!! and now because she was thrusting inside you so fast and deep, naturally you’re wake up 😰 but you couldn’t even do anything bcs yujin’s pushed your head down to your pillows, telling you to “not say a fucking word” and “take it” and ofc you do that bcs who were you if not yujin’s stupid little pet?? 😋

biting your lip while yujin’s grip on your hair tightens more and more the closer she gets to her climax, afraid of waking the other members up and disturbing their rest :(( yujin pulling your head up roughly just to get a mix of a moan and pained sound out of you.. oh she fucking loved it 😙 seeing you look at her with both fear and lust in your eyes was what made yujin cum! filling you up to the brim but the two of you were far from finished! you haven’t cum yet after all… so expect yujin to manhandle you for the rest of the night bcs one thing she wants more than fucking the lights out of her pretty doll? control.

now… gaeul doesn’t know why but you had a real knack for pissing her off 😒 she never had too much of a problem with it before bcs most of the time you were just doing it for the camera to establish a cute little dynamic between the two of you for the fans to see! it was all fun and games until one day you went too far and gaeul just snaps 😔 the two of you were fooling around in an empty waiting room—making out and being touchy and all that, then you made a stupid joke which gaeul laughed off at first… but then you started to outright insult her and it wasn’t until gaeul has slapped you to shut you up that she realized that oh!! that was what you wanted out of her!! well, that angry reaction anyway… the whole bending you over in front of a vanity mirror and forcing you to watch yourself get fucked from behind was a surprise, but a welcome one 😋😋 she’d ignore your whining about how your hair, makeup, and outfit’s gonna get ruined, only grinning in response when she sees your shaking your head at her desperately bcs it was all becoming too much :(( her cock and her grip on around the back of your neck.. her other hand holding your hip, keeping you steady while she slams into your walls… and now what gaeul couldn’t ignore were your tears, and the pitiful way you’ve started sobbing ☹️

gaeul would’ve stopped right there (she would never want to hurt you on purpose! well except when she slapped you earlier—)… if it wasn’t for the fact that you subtly started to push back into her when she slowed her thrusts bcs she had been worried 🫣🫣 gaeul looking at you all confused and a bit conflicted bcs you literally were sobbing but you looked back at her, urging her to keep going, to keep ruining you… and you didn’t have to tell gaeul twice for her to do just that! “look at how much of a slut you are for me.” her now gripping your hair and pulling you up so you’d look directly at her through the mirror… oh that condescending look in her eyes mixed w disgust and annoyance.. you could’ve cum right there, really! but you knew gaeul would be disappointed if you did so you just stayed there, bent over and spread open like the good pet that you were 🤭 with how loud the two of you were, you were surprised that nobody has come in and interrupted you.. or maybe the noises drove everyone away! 🤔

eughfhdhc the thought of people outside the room hearing all of this.. somehow the idea did nothing but turn you on even more!! now you were moaning gaeul’s name even louder, calling her all of the names she likes through your sobs and whimpers… eventually gaeul feels you claw at her wrist, and that was when she finally came and with you, too!! 😋 as mean as she was, gaeul will definitely kiss the cheek she slapped an infinite amount of times and apologize 🥺 even though she knows it wasn’t going to be the last time you were gonna pull that stunt on her…

rei loves taking care of you! out of all the members, she was the one you stuck to all the time! everyone knows rei and (y/n) are attached to the hip, the pretty best friends who have the best instagram feeds due to each other being their own personal photographer… basically, you and rei were inseparable! 🥰 she knows you like the back of her hand, inside (😉) and out—all that stuff! the two of you didn’t fuck much, mostly bcs all you wanted to do when you’re together was gossip, make jokes, go to pretty places to take pretty pictures of each other… sure you’ll make out every now and then but ultimately, rei doesn’t touch you unless the mood strikes her 😙 and apparently, you coming home drunk out of your mind after a fun night out with your other friends was a good time for ‘the mood’ to hit rei 😚 her swinging the door open and seeing your flushed face, lazy smile, and messy hair.. she didn’t like the smell of alcohol no matter how fancy it was but when it came from you, it smelled nice enough! and then partnered with the very outfit rei helped put together… well, who could blame her for getting so hard?! by the time she sat you down on the couch, her cock was practically begging to be freed but she ignored that feeling for a while! giving you a glass of water to drink, taking off your jacket for you, caressing your hair and pushing strands away from your face.. god, who allowed you to be this pretty??

as rei slowly left kisses from your collarbone up to your jawline, she wondered if it was okay to take advantage of your dazed state like this.. it had to be, right?? you were the one who said the unnies can do whatever they want to you whenever… and rei wasn’t stupid—she knew you just wanted to get fucked for no reason bcs you were a stupid slut. she knew you better than anyone! in fact, she gets a pass for all of this, she’s your best friend after all 😚 it didn’t take long until she had you laying on the couch, with your pants and underwear removed and legs wide open and ready just for her… rei licking her lips at the sight of your wet pussy clenching around nothing, oh how she couldn’t wait to make your scream her name tonight.. 😋 you were exhausted though, barely processing anything that was happening until you felt something stiff and hard entering your pussy.. panic rushes into you until your eyes met rei’s, and then it was just a wave of emotions flooding through your head… confusion, lust, thrill.. and then even more panic when rei pushes in further, moaning loudly at the feeling.. you don’t know why it pained you so, perhaps you weren’t used to feeling rei inside you or maybe it’s bcs you clearly weren’t in the right state of mind to be doing this but fuck, why did that fact turn you on??! but your mind goes blank when rei decided to just force her entire length inside you, her ears tingling at the sound of your choked moan, wanting to hear more until your voice was gone...

"s-so big..." aww you were so cute underneath rei as you whined and weakly tugged on her shirt 🥺 but ugh as much as this all ‘weirdly’ felt good, you just wanted to have a good shower and sleep till the next afternoon.. but rei was intent on keeping you where you were when she pinned both of your hands above your head, using her other hand to clamp your mouth shut when you started to whine in protest 😤 tells you to “be a good slut” and ofc you didn’t want to disappoint your best friend so laid there and let her use you to her heart’s content! rei needed it anyway, what with everything she’s had on her shoulders as of late.. and you would never pass up on the opportunity to be of use to your unnies! after rei’s breeded you for hours on end, expect to be coddled and babied for the next week 💕 perhaps even spoiled 👀 (maybe it’s time i write sugar mommy rei actually…)

now wony… wonyoung’s got a lot to express, okay?! between living up to her ‘perfect idol’ image, schedules, and practices, you can’t exactly blame her when she suddenly just decides she wants to pull you to a corner and fuck you like it’s her last! every time she fucks you there’s always a sense of urgency in her actions… as if the world will explode if fucks you a second longer than she planned 😗 sometimes you feel like just another ‘activity’ in wonyoung’s calendar, there would be a specific date, time, and location when she wants to play with you and truthfully, it makes you feel shitty! she makes you feel shitty! god, the things she does and says to you??? you’re so lucky you’re such a slut that’s super into being practically bullied and humiliated… otherwise you’d be crying while she fucked you (but she’d probably love that) 😙 that ‘urgency’ makes wonyoung do a little of risky things.. especially if she’s desperate and wants to get off to let her frustrations out! all of ive would be alone in a waiting room and she’d literally daydream about fucking you right where you sat and laughed with yujin and rei… then she’d send leeseo out on an adventure (the baby will NOT see this fucking shit AT ALL in her life, wonyoung will make sure of it) before asking you, from across the goddamn room, to suck her cock 😀😀 there would be a pause, then the change in the atmosphere would make you shiver as wonyoung held your confused stare with a confident glare of her own… her ego only getting bigger when yujin nudges you and tells you to obey wony with a knowing smirk… evil, evil girls 🫣

ofc you were scared so you’d be frozen in your seat, trying to figure out if they were all joking or not but nope, they were 100% serious!! frustrated, wony takes up the space in between you and rei, not even giving you a minute to form a thought before lifting her skirt up, pulling her dick out of her compression shorts, and grabbing you by the back of your head 😵‍💫 “you know i don’t like repeating myself, (y/n)-ah.. nor do i like being denied of my pleasure…” and then she was balls deep inside your throat 🤤🤤 she simply loved how your mouth fit around her cock like a glove, making sure to control your pace so that your lips drag on her entire length.. finding joy in the way you’d gag and choke whenever she hits the back of your throat… even your tight grip on her thigh added to the fun—your tears too, ofc!! she’s sick, smiling wickedly while she listens to your muffled moans and your attempts to breathe but failing.. wony would feel bad but you clearly liked this! you weren’t protesting, you weren’t tapping out, you weren’t looking around trying to ask the other unnies for help… in fact, gaeul had already pulled her phone out and started recording you but you didn’t seem to mind! 🫣🫣

“f-fuck, really..? in front of your u-unnies and in a p-place where—oh, shit..!—we could easily be caught?? you’re disgusting…” you can’t see wonyoung but you can just imagine a psychotic expression on her pretty face while she said those words.. nothing makes her more happy than knowing that she can do literally anything and everything to you whenever and wherever… “where next, hm..? o-on stage? in front of dives? y-you wanna show them.. ahh… who you really are?” wonyoung, as well as the rest of the unnies, would burn the entire world if anybody else saw you like they do but it was a nice tease… pulling you up briefly so you could answer.. you frantically shaking your head no bcs the thought genuinely mortified you, then wony laughing at how panicked you looked bcs you knew that if she was pissed enough she would terrorize you during a fansign or something… after a while, she’d be done playing games—moving your head up and down so fast that you can barely keep up ☹️ she’s so desperate to cum it’s not even funny!! and when she did, she came a lot 😋 yujinnie making sure that every single drop is not wasted so she keeps your head down since wony had gone limp, they’re all cruel really 😣😣 but wonyoung, being a gentlewoman, is the one who cleans you up and returns you to your presentable state! becomes super soft bcs she knows she goes overboard sometimes 💔

jiwon is one strange case! she’s lowkey a perv and touches you inappropriately all the time but when it comes to actually fucking… well, suddenly she’s stupid 😭😭 either way, when you told the unnies they can use you… jiwon got more than a few ideas as to how exactly she’ll use you, but never had the courage to do it all! ☹️ but then you’ll find yourself in a situation that completely mirrors that one drunken experience with rei… this time around, jiwon came home completely wasted! she and yujin apparently had too much fun and now you were left to take care of the blondie 😙 she’s slurring, she’s stumbling, falling all over… can’t even take a step without needing to lean towards the wall to support herself 😭 she was GONE gone 💔 and when you hurried over to her side to help her, jiwon catches a whiff of your perfume and her entire demeanor completely changes!! 🫣 “w-what is that perfume you’re wearing..? smells nice… can i…” then she’s hugging you?? face down on your chest, sniffing your shirt, while her hands groped your ass?? “unnie.. come on don’t do this here… we need to get you to your room so you can rest up..” but nope jiwon refuses to listen! your scent alone was enough for her cock to stiffen right up…

first things first though—she has to feel how tight you are with her fingers 😵‍💫😵‍💫 subtly unzipping your jean shorts and slipping her hand inside your panties… literally moaning at how soaked you were, trailing her fingers along your folds as she leaves sloppy wet kisses on your neck.. god it was as if jiwon was completely hypnotized by your scent, going as far as to inhaling your hair and getting her boxers all wet bcs of all the precum that was leaking out of her… being so weak that you don’t do much when she presses your back against the wall 🫣 now rubbing your clit gently.. who knows how many marks she has left on your neck and chest at this point?? she doesn’t care! and jiwon barely bats an eyelash when she hears a pained squeak from you as she suddenly inserts two long fingers inside in your cunt 😵‍💫 she could practically cum at how your tightness just sucks her fingers in.. you’re squirming but you were clenching all around her! and she doesn’t miss the way you’re slightly grinding on her hand.. so she continues her work, fingering you in the best way she knows how… her free hand roaming anywhere she could touch until she grabs a fistful of your hair so you could look at her before she crashes her lips into yours 😋 jiwonie kissing you feverishly and getting so lost in your taste that she doesn’t notice you tightly gripping her wrist bcs she was going too fast… not that she’d care if she noticed anyway 🤭

“mmhn.. need to feel you on me…” jiwon moans in between kisses.. her being so knuckle-deep inside you that it hurts a little but jiwon showed absolutely no signs of stopping! she needs to hear you scream her name, needs to see you cream all over her hand… you looked so pretty with your neck all marked up and a bit of your lower lil bleeding bcs jiwon bit you while kissing you… nobody can blame her for pushing you over the edge to the extreme and making you cry as you came!! 🫣 jiwonie shushing you bcs you ended up being so loud, giggling a little seeing your tears and your swollen lips 🤭 definitely makes you clean up the mess you made on her hand, barely giving you time to react before she’s dragging you to her bedroom by your shirt, more than ready to ruin you until sunrise 🤤

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gh0stsp1d3r · 3 months

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𝒮𝓌𝒶𝓃 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝓇ℯℯ

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Part 1, part 2, part 4.. (to be released)

(For the dance, I used whatever moves I could remember from when I was young, but just look at svetlanas black swan performance to see what I meant)

Time skip

You won. Holy shit you won. You stood there, among all the snakes. Your once beautiful white dress was now torn and worn out.

You looked down on your arms, confused as to why the snakes weren’t attacking you like they did the others. Soon, you were escorted out by some peacekeepers.

And when you thought you were finally free, they had told you that Coriolanus had been caught cheating. And you as well, with the poison.

��Take her back to 12.”

And with those words, you were on the train back. Back to where it all started, back to where you would forever be.

"Send me to 12," Coriolanus said, if he were to serve his 20 years anywhere, he would want to serve it wherever you were.

He already missed you, your dress, your voice, your laugh and your smile.

When he saw you again, it was at a theater. The theater was older, nothing like the ones in the capitol. Hoff had given them another day off, the others had gone into the bar, but when he was walking he spotted your name on a sign.

"The victor, swan" it had said in bold letters, he stopped in his tracks, breath catching in his throat. Underneath was a small printing of your name, with a time and date.

He opened up the theater doors quietly, Sejanus followed behind him. He was just on time, because you came onto the stage and went over to the microphone.

“Uhm.. hello.” You said, your makeup and your dress looked perfect. The new black dress went perfectly with you. The people cheered, you smiled and laughed at them.

“Thank you. I’m Y/n, although most of you already know me. I see some familiar and unfamiliar faces, so I’m glad you all are here. This dance… is probably the hardest I’ve done, I was working on it for a while before I got picked. I practiced it every chance I got when I did get picked.” You said, your eyes scanning the crowd.

“And I wanted to dedicate it to everyone who’s been following my stuff for a while, to everyone who’s been watching for a while, and to…” your eyes stopped on Coriolanus. He gave you a small smile and you smiled back, covering your mouth for a second.

“Sorry, and to a certain mentor, he knows who he is. This song is also one of my favorites, the snow is falling. Debussy. It’s a classic. Anyways, enough of me talking. Enjoy!” You said, they rushed to take the microphone off the stage and you took a deep breath as you got into place.

When the song started playing, it was silent and all eyes were on you.

You started off simple, going into the next move with an arabesque, then a saute de chat. It went on for long, an impressive fouetté to finish it off.

Coriolanus was smiling the whole way through it, he turned to look at sejanus for a moment but instead saw him slipping away. He was going into a room in the corner.

Once finished, people clapped and cheered. You smiled and thanked them, giving them a curtsy before you ran down the stairs. You looked through the crowd for Coriolanus but you couldn’t see him anymore. He had left the spot he was in before.

Then you spotted him moving through the crowd, into a room. So, you followed him into the room. You ran into the room, still in costume.

“Coryo-“ you began, coming up to him. He protectively put his arm over you, shielding you from the others.

You were confused, your face fell at it. What had he gotten himself into now?

#Spotify #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x y/n #coriolanus x you #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow x reader #president coriolanus snow #young!coriolanus snow #president snow x reader #snow x reader #coryo snow #coriolanus snow x female!reader #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth

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memospacexx · 4 months

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I have a request! I love the thought of child mammon being a lil brat who’d would of course also have maid’s and servants who he treats like SHIT.

and I had a thought of maid/babysitter reader x child mammon (IN A PLATONIC WAY OFC) where mammon follows and bugs reader around a lot and before they knew it y/n is his babysitter.

he’d still be a brat to them, but only semi nicer. And would cry and throw tantrums when they wouldn’t play with him or were too busy to do so.

it’d be cute that when he’s an adult reader is still around and he keeps them around.

Haven’t written inna bit :p my bad guys!!

Platonic!!Readers Gender is not mentioned, reader is an imp

Why did you agree to this.All the money in the world was not worth whatever this is.

“Im hungry!!!”The little demon (literally and figuratively) yelled while pulling your tail

This is the SIXTH TIME HE HAS SAID HE WAS HUNGRY. IT HASNT BEEN AN HOUR.

Feeling your eye twitch, you sigh and pick up the fussy brat, “Yes my Lord” you huff carrying him to the kitchen yet again.

Yup. Normal day.

-Honestly its not as bad your just being a lil over dramatic..

(Its bad)

-BUT its not as bad atleast😋😋(he has and will throw up on any other helper, not u tho)

-lucky

-the other maids genuinely hate you cause the little shit gives u less shit when your in charge of him

-u dont even remember how or when you became his favorite

(You made a *favorite sweet dish* that he ate. Was not for him but convinced it was)

-He likes eating but makes trouble for anyone else feeding him, but with you? He’ll eat without a second question

-will spit out the food onto anyone else

-no airplane does not work

-not its not that he doesnt like the food

-he just hates everyone(but you)

-refuses to sleep if its not you tucking him in

-its hell when you have a day off he literally bit someones arm (almost tore it off- also he probs has rabies smh)

-They cant exactly NOT give you day offs but oh my god do they DREAD IT

“i want [Name.]” the young sin pouted angrily at another female imp,”Im sorry my Lord but today is their day off-“ he starts wailing like a banshee

-theres cooks obviously but he likes your cooking more

-for some reason-

-makes you watch cartoons with him(Will pull ur horns if u fall asleep)

-he actually really likes your horns he thinks their cool

-hes such a young demon but hes such a HEADACHE but you cant complain as much cos atleast your a favorite…

-dont try to quit. They wont let you. Like genuinely they’d rather die again then let you go cos mammon is literally gonna go feral??!

-he loves u,almost a little too much….

-even after he grows, nothing changes, still a little(big.) piece of shit

-he still loves ya! (Wld rather die than admit it)

-Keeps ya around , congrats your his secretary now!!!!

-he genuinely does see you as a parental figure but wld rather eat shit than admit it

________________________________

IM SO SORRY FOR RANDOMLY DYING?? I hate drama and shit happened smh, will try to grt back into it, if i dont do your request ive either not seen it, dont wanna do it, or have done something similar,

-Memo<3

#helluva boss mammon #helluva boss #helluva boss mammon x reader #mammon x reader #helluva boss season two #helluva boss x reader #helluva boss season 2 #mammon #.memospace

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karoochui · 6 months

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What im hearing is:

Little crow feet outside my window bcs im feeding them- that’s besides the point!

Is there magic??? His shovel looks magic and they look magic

And do give me every detail you are thinking of for the series even if its in the distant future or not that relevant but you want to share

Crows!! Cute!! Also sorry i didnt get to this sooner my laptop BROKE (still broken but usable) and my mom and i have been looking for someone to fix it. Ive been drawing with it sparingly to be careful.

YES there is magic. Of course im still working on this storywise but im getting characters designs n whatnot done right now. Dynamics n stuff. BUT i do have some refs i made before my laptop broke.

I like to draw out certain stuff so that it helps with descriptions in the future; i have the worst memory so it helps to be able to do so. (More beneath cut)

Im so excited for moon's shadow form. Oh my god. Its probably my favorite thing right now.

Fun thing about it is that in this form he can touch you but you cant touch him. Something something you can be cast in shadow but you cant take it off yk? He's still light sensitive like this though, so if the area hes in isn't dark enough or he's hit with anything too bright he just reverts back. At that point he'd just have to rely on normal hand to hand stuff and his sand lol. The shadow form is just better for sneaking and speed. Really, he's some amalgamative idea of the sandman and boogieman. I thought it fit well with his whole "naptime attendant gone wrong" thing.

Sun's design, however, is more like if you mixed a cowboy, wizard, and gravedigger together. I made it a while ago on a whim with no intention behind it but then i ended up thinking "ykw would be so awesome".

The hat dips to cover the crescent side of his face (not intentional on his part) to symbolize his resentment towards moon and how he basically damned him to an hourglass. His eyes are easier to see bc of this which could seem more trusting (eyes are the window to the soul or whatever), but the thing is thats not normal for him (as we know) so it's meant to make him look suspicious and looming to 4th wall viewers. There's also the fact that i just thought it was cool too.

He also doesn't get a second form. Moon's sneaky and weird so i thought it would fit to give him some freaky thing iykwim. Sun, however, is a pretty "in your face" kinda guy, so his look and fight style is more extravagant and boisterous. Lots of swinging amd yelling and boom bang zap! Despite the showiness he's actually a longer range fighter. Mainly because unlike moon, thousands of years ago, he wasn't often one to get violent with his hands. His weapon is just obnoxiously large too though.

They are still one animatronic and their transformation is still triggered by light. Instead of an AI chip though (which is still in there but long dead), they live through the work of a soul. They're still physically inorganic but as far as spiritually they're as close as they're gonna get to being human. Their life and functionailty is derived from the magic itself, not the machinery. Like if for some reason they lost all their magic they'd just drop dead from a battery life long since drained.

The hourglass has a carousel-like design to it purely as reference to moon's level in Help Wanted 2.

Sorry for rambling so much but this is what i've got for you so far! I have a general idea for the plot but im tryna to make it more than what it is rn, so i dont wanna share too much of that just yet in case i change or completely toss away an idea.

#fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf security breach #sundrop #fnaf moon #moondrop #binary resurgence: round 2 au #binary resurgence #my asks #mikas stuff #dca x reader #dca x y/n #sun x reader #moon x reader

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cacaocheri · 4 months

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I NEEDA KNOW what do you use to make art?

OOHHH man anon you're about to learn just inconsistent i am as an artist because i switch back and forth between programs like a madman.

the main three programs i use are magma, procreate, and clip studio paint.

^^^ these were all drawn in magma. i really like using the default soft brush. tbh ive been using this program a looottt more recently like idk something about it just works for my brain. but yeah for whatever reason i always make my lineart purple when i use it??? so if my art is ever Extra Purple, that's how you know it was drawn in magma

^^^ THESE were all drawn in procrate. tbh most of my dca comics were done in procreate (I have only recently started using clip studio paint again). i really really like the texture of the HB pencil brush... smth about it tickles the brain

^^^and then THEEESE were all drawn in clip studio! as you can see a lot of my most recent posts have been in clip studio. i use it when im making a serious piece of art or a comic that's a bit longer than a couple panels

out of all of them, i'd say clip studio is my favorite program to use. but yeah!!! go experiment and have fun <333

#ask #hope this was helpful yaaayyy!!

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moonchildstyles · 11 months

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fic announcement and sneak peek!

hiiiii besties!!!

I said a while back when I announced columba that I would be coming back with another series for both Tumblr and patreon this summer and that time has come :)))))))))))

for the last four years Ive had this idea in my head for a super special h that ive just let build a home in my heart that kept growing and growing and growing! now ive finally had a chance to write it all out and make him real with a fun story and lots of little details to make him who he is!

I don't want to spoil too much about him just because I want there to be a little mystery for him and theres so many fun details that I think will be really fun to put together when you dont' know what he's up to!

so, starting on June 30th, Rosemary will begin being posted with a new part every friday here on Tumblr! Patreon will be getting early access with the first part being posted on June 16th, and every friday after! an extended sneak peek is also up on my patreon rn!

If you are interested in reading the new story, please wait until June 1st to sign up so you only get charged once at the beginning of the month and theres a full 30 days before the next charge!

you can also check out the Pinterest board I made for the fic!

let me know if you guys have any questions about anything! im sooooo excited and cannot wait for you all to read!

under the cut is a sneak peek :)

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"Thank you, Harry!"

The bow girl's chirping gratitude only had Harry looking at her stiffly with a grumbled Yeah falling from his lips. Just as she had done the last couple of months since she made herself a presence during his shifts, she only gave him a smile before bouncing away with her basket only containing a carton of banana milk and her favorite cookies. She was no longer perturbed by the standoffish responses he gave her. Harry couldn't decide if he liked that or not.

It was like this at least a couple of times a week. She never did a big shop, only stopping by at the later times to pick up individual ingredients for a dinner she had chatted to him about, or little snacks she couldn't seem to go a day without. During at least one of her trips, she found an excuse to talk to Harry; she asked him about his day if she was close enough to feel comfortable starting a question (Harry never gave her a good answer, honestly), she told him about her own day and what she was shopping for if there was anything specific she had in mind. She almost always had a bow pinned her hair, fluttering behind her and matching whatever soft piece of clothing she had cinched around her form. Harry had even began fishing out a pack of her favorite cookies from his boxes if he was stocking that aisle, just to make it easy if she came in and asked him for assistance. It made the interactions quicker and less bothersome—at least that's what he told himself.

He knew more about her and her routines than he had any of the hundreds of people he'd met in the last handful of years since he started moving around. Even if that did make him feel a bit guilty knowing that she didn't have a clue about who exactly she was sharing these parts of herself with; she didn't know the mess she was tiptoeing around every time she interacted with him.

Tonight was no different, her leaving a rattling in Harry's bones that he wanted nothing more than to ignore like every other part of his life. If he was superstitious, he would think she could have cast some kind of spell on him with the way she and her little bows lingered in his brain long after she had checked out and gone on her way home.

That rattling followed him as he made his way into the backroom, his empty box needing to be replaced. An exasperated sigh fought to leave his chest when he saw almost half of the overnight team huddled in the area, puttering about as they chattered and pretended to work. He didn't like being roped into their conversations, and that almost always happened when he ran into more than two of them at once.

Harry didn't say a word as he broke down the cardboard box on his cart, pushing it off to the pile of the other flattened boxes before he reached for another. The conversations had quieted some when he walked in, but he could still hear what sounded like Brett and Fawn flirting in the back corner with a cart of refrigerated items that needed to go on the opposite end of the store, and Theo talking to two of the other guys that Harry didn't bother to remember their names.

"Busy night, huh, Harry?" Theo started, dropping whatever topic he had been rambling his friends about just a moment before.

"Yeah," Harry answered, voice stiff. It wasn't any more busy than any other night as far as he was concerned. Besides, he had other things he needed to worry about to be making conversation with a coworker he barely knew. There was still a pearl colored ribbon tying his stomach in tiny knots that he needed to fix.

Soon enough, a silence fell through the backroom when the others made their way out. Only Harry and Theo were left, Harry doing his part to semi-organize his chosen box before heading out on the floor again.

Maybe it was the rattling in his bones, or the vision of a peach colored bow that he saw every time he blinked, but something in Harry felt a little reckless when he peeked over at Theo focusing on his own box.

"That girl," Harry rumbled, feeling odd in his skin as he spoke, "The one with the bows in her hair... She comes in a lot."

Theo looked taken aback for a moment, his eyes wide with furrowed brows as he looked in Harry's direction. He even glanced over his shoulder as if there was anyone else there for the conversation to be aimed at. Harry had to keep from scoffing, dropping his gaze back to his working hands.

Floundering over his words, Theo tried to catch up once he realized Harry was voluntarily talking. "Um, the one with bows in her hair?"

Harry hummed in response. "She's in a couple of times a week."

"Ohhh," Theo sounded, familiarity touching his tone, "You mean (Y/N)?"

Harry swallowed at the sound of her name. He'd never asked for it himself. "If that's her name, yeah."

From the corner of his eye, Harry could see Theo nodding his head some. "She comes in a lot, yeah. She's not good at keeping a list and always forgets stuff if she tries to do big shops, so she just comes in when she wants something or runs out."

Though he didn't want this information to mean something to him, Harry felt a part of himself slowing being fulfilled the more details he learned. She didn't tell him these kinds of things when she rambled about her dinner choice for the night.

Keeping his gaze tacked to his hands, Harry kept his words measured and calculated. "Oh," he started, "Is she from here?"

"She's lived here forever, yeah. Why?"

A beat passed as Harry opted to ignore the second part of Theo's response. He didn't need to have any details as to why Harry was asking after someone after working together for five months with only a handful of interactions. Even if he did want to share that, Harry didn't have any answers to that why, anyway.

"Does she... What does she do?" Harry asked, the phrasing of his words feeling awkward falling out of his mouth. He was lucky he was so used to shielding his emotions and staying stoic, otherwise he would have cringed where he stood.

"Like for work?" Theo asked, his eyes warm on Harry's profile.

Lifting his shoulders, Harry only shrugged in response. It was probably a good idea to keep his mouth shut.

"She—uh—she works at the bakery. She and my sister work there together," Theo told him, acting as if Harry was supposed to know what bakery he was talking about and who his sister was. "(Y/N)'s pretty nice, though."

"Right," was all Harry offered by the time he finished organizing his box. He didn't bother to give anything more in response or wait for Theo to say more before he was walking out on the floor again. Even when he could feel his eyes stuck to his back.

No doubt would this interaction make its way to the rest of the team before the end of the shift.

It was harmless curiosity, Harry argued. He just had to believe the harmless part.

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stellar-constellations · 5 months

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hi !! just wanted to pop in here to request smth as well as tell you i love your writing sm !! i cant wait for part 11 of "the alliance" comes out !! there fr needs to be more yuri content in spy x family.

also, have you ever thought of crossposting your work on wattpad/ao3/quotev ? i only say since at workplaces and school tumblr is usually blocked, and when i have a bad day im always here rereading your writing.

ANYWAYS ONTO MY REQUEST ofc its gonna be yuri x reader !! it can be headcanons or an actual oneshot, whatever you want to do, but ive always wanted to see how yuri would react to birthdays, whether it be his one or y/n's.

anyways, thanks so much for reading this. even if you dont do my request, i hope you know how genuinely happy and giddy youre writing makes me and other.

Yuri Briar x Fem! Reader

This can be read with or without reading my Yuri Briar x Fem! Spy! Reader series: An Alliance (part 1).

Beware! This fic DOES contain SPOILERS for the manga and for the Yuri Briar x Fem! Spy! Reader series: An Alliance (part 1)!

Series information: Setting is AFTER the reader rejoined WISE (so Yuri and [Y/N] are married and [Y/N] becomes an official double-spy).

Yuri doesn't exactly like celebrating his birthday, even when he was a kid he didn't care much. The only thing he really has to look forward to that day is Yor visiting him. Other than that, he sees the day as any other day. He wouldn't even celebrate if you and Yor didn't make him every year.

You and Yor would meet up the day before his birthday and bake a cake together. Afterwards, you'd both go shopping for birthday gifts.

Yuri swears he's in paradise on his birthday. You AND Yor both spending time with him, laughing and getting along with each other? That's enough of a birthday gift for him (until Loid and Anya walk through the front door).

Other than that, Yuri would rather spend the day relaxing off work. He'd be up to going for a walk or a restaurant for dinner, but he's a little simple.

"Yuri, it's your birthday, we're supposed to celebrate!" you explained.

"I know, I know. It's just... I've never really celebrated my birthday much growing up." Yuri admitted.

When his parents died at a young age, he didn't really have the time to celebrate when he was busy studying for school. Yor would at least make him a cake (it wasn't very good... or edible) before heading out for work, leaving him to his own devices for his birthday. He didn't have birthday parties because of how poor they were and he didn't make friends either for anyone to attend them.

"It is my responsibility as your wife to celebrate your birthday with you because according to this ring, I'll be with you for all your other birthdays." You spoke, showing him the silver ring with the ruby on top that he bought you.

Your words made him tear up, his face turning red as tears and snot rolled down his face.

"You're an angel!" he exclaimed, hugging you tight enough to suffocate you.

"I know, now let go before you kill me and I won't be here next year!" you gasped, hugging him back despite your words of "let go"

On your birthday, he's much more energetic and fun (he's a hypocrite).

He'd buy you your favorite flowers and cook your favorite breakfast for in bed. After breakfast he'd bake a cake from scratch using a cooking book (no, you cannot help. Go watch TV or read a book).

He'd take you somewhere that you like to go or that's of interest to you: an aquarium, zoo, park, flower garden, beach, sports game, anywhere you'd like.

He would blow his entire week's paycheck on gifts for you (he works for the state, he has the money).

"I have a reservation for that fancy restaurant that just opened up down the road." Yuri spoke, tying the tie on his suit.

"How'd you get that done? There was a waiting list before that place even opened?" you questioned, brushing out your hair.

"I have my ways." Yuri smiled.

"I hope none of those ways involved threats and bribery." You sighed, placing your hands on your hips as you looked at him.

"No, no, I would never!" he said in a high voice, obviously lying. "...Maybe a little."

"You'd go that far for me?" you questioned, holding your heart as a warm fondness stirred your chest, your heart beat raising. "You're such a sweetheart!" you cooed before kissing him on his cheek.

"Psh! It was nothing! I just wanted to do something for you since you did something for me on my birthday." He spoke, acting as if it was nothing (the blush on his cheeks and the smile on his face said otherwise).

Thank you so much for requesting! I do apologize for the request being short, I personally don't have much experience on birthdays due to growing up in a family where we don't do much for birthdays.

I'm also working on writing a request for a Christmas one shot for Yuri that will come out in the middle of December so stayed tuned for that!

At the moment, I'm also crossposting my work onto Ao3, Wattpad, and Quotev. I've finished uploading the Yuri Briar x Fem! reader: An Alliance series onto Wattpad and Ao3. My account name is "Stellar Constallation" for Wattpad and "StellarConstellations401" for Ao3.

Want more Yuri content? Check out the Yuri Briar x reader masterlist!

Have any other requests? Check my official masterlist to see the characters I write for: Masterlist

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elumish · 1 year

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What Medical Stuff Feels Like (Scans and Stuff)

Content warning for general medical stuff, mention of IVs.

Also strong caveat that all of this is exactly one person's experience (mine) and so 1) may not be what you experience, 2) may not match up with other descriptions you've read, and 3) is not being written by a medical professional.

Ultrasound: For an ultrasound, they take an ultrasound wand (a one-handed thing with a smooth end and a wire attaching it to a machine), stick a bunch of goo on it, and then press it to whatever they're looking at and then have the machine collect images. The goo is usually cold, and they will usually apologize for it.

All of my experiences with this have been below the neck and above the pelvis. Depending on where they're pressing, it can hurt quite a bit--imagine having someone press something hard into your breast tissue or your ribs. How much it hurts definitely depends on what they're pressing on--things like the sternum and ribs hurt a lot more than places with a lot of fatty tissue.

You may or may not be shirtless for this--it depends on what they're looking for. For breast tissue or things in that range, you're generally in a patient shirt that you have either open over one breast or over both, and the other will sometimes be covered with a towel. For the rest of the abdomen, I've done it with my shirt pulled up and my pants down low enough for them to get to everything.

Once you're done, you wipe the goo off, but it also doesn't stain clothing (at least from my experience) and it doesn't irritate my skin. it just feels kind of weird.

I had to fast before an abdminal ultrasound but not a breast ultrasound, so it really depends.

My extremely hot take is that getting an abdominal ultrasound is my least favorite form of scan.

Echocardiogram: This is basically an ultrasound of your heart. That means the focus is on your left breast area, and if you have a lot of breast tissue, it means the tech is going to be awkwardly maneuvering it around/pressing on it pretty hard to get to the heart. I've had these twice--once, the tech was with a couple of doctors (or other techs? it's been like 8 years since then) and they were all making comments that I didn't understand about various parts of my heart. The second time, it was just the tech, and we occasionally made awkward small talk while he mashed an ultrasound wand into my breast.

Both of my echocardiogram techs have been men, and I will say that this is basically the least sexual experience you can have with a man while shirtless having them touch your breast. I think basically everywhere in the US you should be able to have an advocate in there with you, but I've never personally felt uncomfortable re: the shirtless in front of a male tech situation.

3D ultrasound: I once described a 3D ultrasound as if a dentist lamp was also a scanner and hated you. At least from the ones that I've experienced, they're essentially this weird giant thing that looks a lot like a dentist light on one of those moveable arms, and they cover everything with goo and then squish it against what they're taking scans of and then take the scans. It's less targeted than handheld ultrasounds but can get larger areas. I think there are also live 3D ultrasounds for things like pregnancy but I've never had that.

MRI: My favorite of the scans (unironically). For an MRI, you basically lie on a slab in a giant tube that makes horrible clanking noises for 45 minutes to an hour. Because they work using magnets, you can't have metal in or on you, so you have to take off all jewelry, earrings, etc. and then they ask a gazillion questions beforehand to make sure that there's nothing the magnets will disrupt (e.g., pacemaker) or will pull on (e.g., magnetic eyelashes). Twice, they had me change at least partially out of my street clothes; the last time I did it in my street clothes minus my bra, which felt vaguely illegal.

It's decently cold, so they generally offer a warmed blanket. At least for MRIs of the abdomen, there is a heavy thing that gets draped over your abdomen to basically make it pick up the images there (I don't really know how that works). To me, it feels kind of like a weighted blanket.

All of my MRIs have been since COVID started, though the first one was pre-masking; I wore a KN-95 in the MRI for my last one and had no issues re: the magnet.

Once you go in the tube, you basically just have to lie still for as long as the MRI goes. They will ask you if you are claustrophobic beforehand. It doesn't set of my claustrophia, but I imagine it happens a lot. They stick a ball in your hand for you to squeeze as basically an emergency stop/to notify them that you need out before it's done. They're also really bright, and at least from my experience, sometimes the paint is peeling a little. That doesn't matter, other than as something to stare at.

There are also headphones so they can give you instructions. For two of the three MRIs, they also played music (I listed to Taylor Swift for the last one). The headphones are kind of noise canceling, but nothing can block out the clanking, of which there is a lot, of various types, very loudly. The instructions will vary; one of the things they have you do for abdominal MRIs is hold your breath out, which feels very weird and is actually surprisingly hard--basically instead of inhaling and holding your breath, you exhale and then don't breathe back in until they tell you to. I can never hold it for as long as they say to, but it's never been an issue (at least as far as they've told me).

For some MRIs, they use contrast. Generally (maybe always?) they say that it's "with and without contrast" which means that they do the majority of it without contrast, and then they put the contrast in and take some more images. To get contrast, you need an IV, which they put in before you get in the machine. They attach the IV to a coil-y tube, which extends when you get moved into the machine. They generally hook it around your hand so it stays in place/doesn't pull against the IV site.

Contrast feels very weird. Someone mentioned this in one of the reblogs for the stabby stuff post, but basically it gets processed by your body really quickly so it goes to your bladder really quickly and also feels warm so it sort of feels like you've wet yourself. They warn you before they put it in.

Unironically, I find MRIs kind of relaxing, because you just lie still for like an hour under a weighted blanket. 4/10 would pick over the other options.

I have had a CT scan done but don't really remember it so would love someone to weigh in on those.

#medical #mri #ultrasound #echocardiogram #needles

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 4 months

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A/N ::: *puts finger up and opens mouth like I may actually have ANYTHING of importance to say but changes my mind and closes my mouth and puts my finger down because let's face it ... I don't have shit to say that anyone really needs to hear.*

C/W ::: Language, more broken heart stuff, angst? Longing. No smut yet. aged up character. You'll all see my handy dandy 18+ thing when there is. Thank you for reading, I do appreciate it. ❤

WC ::: just about 1,800

Part I

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Part III

You stared at your phone for another few minutes before you turned it off. Sitting it down on the nightstand - your nightstand, you stood up and began looking around to collect some things - your things - from around Katsuki's place.

He hadn't taken down any of the pictures of you guys that were scattered about the space. There were innumerable frames hung on the walls, sitting on the mantel, and end tables. You guys at the fair, at the beach, on vacation. On staycations. There were a few things you hadn't gotten to do yet. But you'd always assumed that what you two hadn't done, you would eventually get around to doing at some point.

You grabbed your favorite photo - the two of you in the middle of the carnival, mid-kiss. It was so rare to see a moment where Bakugo was fully relaxed and happy. The person who took the photo was from out of town. They were 'so captivated by Katsuki's unique looks' they snuck the photo and then approached you to show you what he'd captured in the sweet but unspoken display of true love.

It broke your heart to remember that. Was it supposed to hurt this much? You've been heartbroken before. But this was physically painful. It was like your lungs couldn't take in air. Your stomach churned like you'd just been in a car for 4 hours after eating spoiled food. Your eyes burned from the tears that hadn't stopped and they ached from the tears that already fell.

You were exhausted and you still had to get all of your things together and back to your apartment before Kats got home. For the most part, if you were being totally honest with yourself, you didn't want to see him. It wasn't because you couldn't bear the thought of his face, but because you didn't know if you could keep yourself from falling to your knees in front of him and asking why all of this was happening.

But you know why it's happening. You’re why it's happening. It was hard for you to carry this alone. Somewhere in this mess, you know he was responsible for something. It was just a matter of figuring out what his slice of this shit pie was.

You went to the kitchen and stood at the fridge for a minute before you pulled out a half-empty bottle of white wine and made yourself comfy on the couch and watched whatever movie was left sitting in the DVD player.

It almost made you vomit to see that it was his surprise 25th birthday party you’d planned. You didn’t even know he had all of that stuff put onto a disc.

It was turning out to be from-the-bottle kind of night.

The next thing you know, you were waking up on the couch. Your right hand down your pants, your left hand cradling the empty wine bottle, and Katsuki standing over you. A smirk on his lips and a growl leaving his mouth. “Long night?” He asked, taking the empty bottle from you.

“I - I - when - oh … shit.” Pulling your hand from your pants, you know you turned a red brighter than a sun-ripened strawberry. “Kats it’s …"

He shook his head and calling you a dumbass, he turned and walked into the kitchen to rinse and put the bottle in the recycling bin.

You got up and followed him, standing close to him but not too close that you were invading his space. It was almost like you were sent back in time. You watched him work around the kitchen like it was second nature. Like it was any of the other days you two had been in there.

He had such a strong presence that you had to look away before he caught you staring.

He sucked on his teeth and asked, "It's what, y/n?" His voice soft and gentle. It wasn’t the way he normally spoke. It wasn't like him to sound so quiet and fragile. It was almost like he was trying to break you in a way that wouldn’t cause too much damage.

"It's - it's nothing. I just wanted to know how long you were there." You looked at him, a nervous smile tugging at your lips. You didn’t know where you stood. Was this a joke? Did he know how much you missed him? How much you still loved him?

Katsuki leaned back against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest. "I got home 3 hou- I mean, a little while ago. Don't worry about it, ok? You're fine. You just looked so cu- uh, so comfortable and I didn't wanna bug ya. Why didn't you sleep in the bed? You could've, you know. Didn't have to sleep on this shitty couch." He laughed quietly.

"Hey! I picked out this couch." You wanted to reach out and squeeze or slap his bicep but fought off the urge.

"Yeah," he snorted. "And? I thought that was mutually understood that you pick out shitty furniture." His smile was so warm. You felt the overwhelming desire to kiss him. To touch him. Anywhere. You wanted to brush the hair from his face. To smooth down the perpetually creased skin between his eyes. Something.

Dear God. Anything to feel his warm skin.

But you couldn’t. Not now. Maybe not ever again.

"Ok, well, I should get going. I didn't get a chance to get all of my stuff out of here. I don't know what I left. I'll buy you a new bottle of wine," you said as you picked it up to look at the label. "Huh. Never heard of this one before. It was really good. Thanks. And uh, well, sorry. I hope it wasn't anything special. Jus' throw my shit out, I guess. If I -"

He moved and stood in front of you, one hand on the bottle, the other in his pocket. "I'm not going to throw your stuff out, y/n. Don't be so damn dramatic about it. Jesus."

"Eh, if I didn't already miss it, I don't think there's much of a point in me having it back." You felt stupid as soon as you said it. It hadn't been years since you had last seen it. Maybe weeks, and even that was being generous. Katsuki was right. You were being dramatic about it.

You were both standing there, each of you had a hand on the empty wine bottle. Both of you were waiting for the other to say something but neither of you had any idea what to say or do with yourselves.

Moving first, you let go of the bottle and reached into the pocket of his sweats you wore to retrieve the key to his apartment. "I uh," you tapped it on the marble counter as tears burned your eyes again. "Heh," you said, choking on the lump in your throat. "... fuck. Kats ..."

His face fell when you said his name. And it wasn't too much longer before his arms were wrapped around your waist and his face was in your neck. "God fuckin’ damn it, y/n." Katsuki held you tighter than he ever had before. His grip was vice-like and you knew that you couldn't go anywhere without a struggle. So you gave in.

You held him back and tried to steady your breathing. It was hard to believe that the last time you two were in this position was less than 2 weeks ago. "I know, Katsuki. I know. I ... miss you so much." You couldn't hold it back any longer. The tears began to stream down your face, soaking the collar of his shirt and the hair that poked out from behind his ear.

You wanted to kiss him. To pull his face to yours and breathe in the scent of his skin. To feel his breath on your lips.

But you couldn't. Not like this. Not when you both were still so lost and confused about what had happened.

It took you several minutes to pull away from him. Your body didn't want to let go of him. Your soul didn’t want to let go of him. You needed the physical comfort that his embrace provided. It was a home that you couldn't find anywhere else.

You pulled back and wiped your face with the sleeve of his hoodie. "I'm sorry, Kats. I'm so sorry. I have to go. I have to finish getting my shit out of here. Please, can you just let me get my things another time? And I'll be gone." You choked back a sob and turned away from him, not wanting him to see your face anymore.

He reached out for your hand and took a deep breath. "Y/n, stop. Just ... just wait, ok? It's fine. You can take whatever you want. I don’t give a shit. Take the bed. The couch. The tv. I really don’t care. But you gotta … Just stop this shit. Stop runnin’ away ... stop fuckin' runnin' from me. Don't leave like this. Don't make me live without you completely. I don't -" He pulled you back and looked at you, his eyes red. "I can't ... don't want to lose you. You're ... you're the ... Fuck. Please, just don't make me lose you." His voice cracked and he leaned his forehead against yours. "I'll fix whatever it is I did wrong."

Your heart sank. You didn't know what to say. He hadn't done anything wrong. It was your fault. Your issues. Your baggage.

"No, Kats. You haven't done anything wrong. It's not you. It's … ugh fuck. I have to fix some things. And I have to deal with the fact that we can't fix this. At least, not - not right now. Please, let me get my things when you're not here and that'll be that. OK?" You started to cry again as you pushed the key to him again. "I love you, Katsuki. I don't think I'll ever love anyone like I love you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

It hurt a little when you gave in to the comfort that you had been going without. But it would have hurt more to not reach for him. Even though it had been a short while, you couldn't believe how much you missed his touch. His smell. His warmth. It was like he was a drug that you couldn't live without. And while you knew that it wasn't healthy to depend on someone like that, you couldn't help but want to give in to the temptation. You were weak and would give into him. No questions asked.

Just one ... last ... time.

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androidboy · 3 months

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what is fawn mode?

fawn is the secret fourth f after “fight, flight, and freeze.” it’s a trauma response that revolves around appeasement.

an example

the cause: you know that a parent is about to make life significantly worse for you when they have a certain tone of voice so you learn to immediately do favors and compliment them all with a smile to lessen exactly how much worse it will be. you’ve been taught to feel responsible for their mood therefore it’s your fault if you don’t do enough to make them happy again and whatever happens to you is something you’ve caused.

the effect: your girlfriend is in a mood and has a certain tone of voice. she has never given any indication that she’d purposefully hurt you mentally or physically. she also hasn’t given any indication that you did something to cause this bad mood. but there’s a voice in the back of your head saying “what if i did something wrong? what if this is what pushes her to do something harmful to me? she would never want to.. so that’d mean i’d really deserve it. i already know i’m the kind of person that drives people to hurt them.”

and at this point is where the self work comes in. my knee jerk reaction is to plan to only do and watch things she likes even if i don’t want to, shower her with compliments, make sure i’m stocked up on her favorite foods and juice before she comes over. all this not because i love her (which i do) but because i’m hoping doing all that will mean she won’t take things out on me (which she’s never done). and that’s not fair to either of us!

so in this hypothetical scenario instead ive chosen to fight a battle in my brain for over an hour to get myself out of that thought cycle and to stop myself from going over the top with appeasement when there’s shit that actually matters like making sure specific things are cleaned or swapped out so her cat allergies don’t bother her too much

#this is way more than you asked for #but it’s. part of my psychic battle #ask #anon

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a new test subject

so how many of you enjoy d/ead c/ells? probably not many based on the amount of fics under its tag. anyways, ive been in that fandom for months and never wrote anything for it despite the massive amount of pred potential it has. here's a fic featuring one of my favorites, the collector. written in second person because i was being self indulgent and refuse to apologize.

enjoy meeting the only friendly npc on the island and fumbling your interactions with him so badly he eats you.

word count: 6370 warnings: fatal vore, pov fic, mentions of drugs, questionable morals from a strange bipedal amphibian, minor spice.

When the island finally came into view, you’d already been drifting for a day. After the destruction of the travel liner you’d been on, you’d been trapped on a lifeboat as the only survivor of the tragedy. One moment it had been a peaceful night on your journey to your new life, and the next, some kind of lightning strike had come down on the vessel, cleaving it in half. You had no idea what could have done such a thing, but the thought that it was out there, potentially swimming in the water or lurking in the sky, had sent chills down your spine.

There had been only one surviving lifeboat. Whatever had attacked had been intelligent enough to strike at an angle that destroyed most of them. As you’d paddled to it, your wet clothing threatening to drag you to the bottom of the sea, you’d heard the screams of your fellow passengers and smelled the blood in the water as the sea churned with crimson foam. Whatever was in the water was equally as deadly as what had attacked you. It had pursued you to the boat as you climbed aboard, leaving you with a nip on your leg before abandoning its attack.

You’d hugged your knees to your chest and tried to block out the screams, praying that someone else would survive and climb on. They never did. And when morning came with its warding light, you’d been met with a sea that was bright red, and not from the morning light.

As the day had gone on you’d drifted aimlessly, too afraid to use the paddles in the boat to send yourself anywhere. What good would it do? You couldn’t see land anywhere. Those survival manuals had always said to stay in the same place and await rescue. You had doubted that rescue would come deep down, but it was all that stood between you and a painful death of dehydration, so clinging to hope like it was a rope, you’d held on and prayed that things wouldn’t end like this.

The day had been hot and disappointing. A jagged lighthouse had caught your eye, but when you paddled towards it, you’d seen the jagged nest of broken ships around it and decided that perhaps approaching such a deadly structure wasn’t the best idea. Instead you’d rationalized that the sight of a lighthouse must imply the presence of civilization nearby, and worked through your rations as you spent your energy paddling in whatever direction you thought you saw a mass on the horizon.

Your efforts paid off. The sight of the island was joyfully ominous as you floated towards it, the vision of an odd castle topping it off like horns on a devil. It was dark, as if cast in shadows by nature itself. Birds flew away from the mass as you approached, several passing overhead as they headed out to sea. You thought you saw what looked like cancerous growths on one, growths that glowed like the sun. You tried to ignore it, even as the wretched smell began to wash over you.

The beach you pulled yourself in on had gray sand. It felt like a slurry beneath your feet as if made of both mud and sand. You dragged your boat in and pulled the bag of remaining rations over your shoulder, turning to scan the beach sprawled before you.

It ran on for miles both ways. Just before you was a sheer face of rock, serving as a functional wall to keep you from exploring deeper. Sighing to yourself, you took the paddle from the raft, deciding that if you were to be trapped on a foreign island, you were going to have some form of weapon on you.

It soon proved to be a wise choice on your behalf. As you headed down the beach, searching for the end of the rock face, you spotted what seemed like a green skull poking out of the sand. You nudged it with the tip of your paddle and found that, in fact, it was a fully fleshed head—or rather, a rotting fleshed head. The glowing eyes looked back at you with a vacant expression, making your heart leap in your chest. You quickly batted it away and quickened your pace.

The skulls only grew in number as you progressed, however. And soon they were joined by arms, legs, torsos, full bodies. Each had glowing growths somewhere on their form. You felt a shiver travel down your spine and you walked past them; it felt as if they were watching you. They were diseased, it seemed, and this beach was some kind of dumping ground. It made you wonder what the residents of this island were like–the bodies they dumped seemed human, so they must be human as well. But were they the kind that ate other humans? Or sacrificed them to blood gods? Or killed without mercy? You prayed not.

The rock face suddenly broke, revealing what seemed to be a cave mouth. You paused before it, looking into the blackness. A few more bodies were lurking within, clawing at the walls. Their green glow was the only light visible.

Your instincts screamed at you to stay away from the opening. Swallowing hard, you gave it a wide berth, moving close to the sea as you attempted to go around it. The water splashed lightly against your bare feet, virtually matching the cold temperature they had fallen to.

And something moved in the water. You heard what sounded like a form rising from the waves, water cascading off of its body. The movement drew your eyes instantly, revealing a glowing blue body with veiny tentacles. It was covered in white spikes beneath which flesh pulsed and a single eye opened, locking onto your form.

A hiss arose from the monster's throat as its tentacles suddenly burst forth, lunging at you. A scream escaped your mouth, but your legs felt like gelatin, betraying you when you needed them most. The monster hissed eagerly, its jaw cracking as it opened.

The sight of the jagged teeth finally kickstarted your brain into panic mode. You jerked back, almost tripping over yourself as a dagger-like tentacle stabbed where you’d just been standing. Screaming again, you turned tail and fled, beelining for the cave. At the mouth you hesitated, your heart hammering in your chest as you glanced over your shoulder.

The thing was on the sand, raised on six tentacles, each complete with a single claw. It was rapidly approaching, crawling after you like an enormous spider. The wretched smell of rotten shrimp shot over you, mixing with the brine of the sea and the decay of the bodies around you. It instantly brought bile to your throat.

You didn’t have time to vomit. Stumbling forward, fluid leaking from between your lips and gagging your throat, you flail into the cave, quickly leaving behind the gray light of the outside. The ground very quickly turned from slushy sand to hard rock, some of which cut into your heels. The sound of claws on stone eliminated the sensation of that pain. Your legs broke into a run, your chest burning, your mind praying that you wouldn’t hit a wall and end everything there.

In a sense, your prayer was answered. It wasn’t a wall that you hit.

The slope came up too rapidly. You couldn’t have seen it even with a lantern. The ground gave way instantly, catching your foot and dropping you to the floor. Your scream died in your throat as your chest slammed against slanted stone, stone which your body shot down like a rocket. It was cold, wet, and slimier than the mud above. And worst of all, it was pitch black. Your heart fired a mile a minute, your brain panicking and your survival instincts screaming. You were going to die. You were going to die.

You did not die. A light suddenly appeared ahead, something so sudden that you had no time to react to it before you were launched out of the tunnel you’d fallen into, flying onto a metal grate several feet from the pipe you’d come from. The wind was knocked out of you as you skidded, cutting open your arms and skinning your knees. You groaned as you finally came to a stop spread-eagle over some kind of viscous green goo. It reeked of rot.

Your heart was still pounding a mile a minute. You swallowed, trying to remove the taste of bitter bile from your mouth, and raised yourself up on your palms, wincing as they stung from their cuts. Red blood was leaking down your arms, dripping to the substance below and sizzling as it made contact. That couldn’t be good.

Slowly, you looked around, trying to make sense of your surroundings. Where were you? Some kind of sewer? You’d arrived in what seemed like some kind of pipe room, luckily landing on some kind of platform. It was lit by sconces on the wall, orange flames burning as if they’d only been recently lit. At the edge of the platform was what looked like an alchemist’s workbench–there were vials of all kinds, flasks of all shapes, and liquids of every color you could imagine. Your brows furrowed as you approached it, looking over the various tools left on the wood. Someone had been here recently; there wasn’t a speck of dust on the table. But who would be down here?

The sound of a door opening suddenly echoed through the room. You froze, panic surging through your veins as you thought back to the monster from before–had it learned how to open doors? Where was there a door in here? Wait, what if it had followed you down the pipe? Your gaze shot towards the sound, which had come from beyond where you’d landed.

There was a humanoid figure there. Your heart pounded as it turned towards you, two blue, glowing eyes locking onto your form. Your hands balled into fists, wishing for that paddle you’d dropped as you backed away from the figure.

A surprised hum sounded from it. “Well well well, what have we here?” The voice that sounded was dry and low, almost devious sounding, and masculine. As the figure approached you made out blue skin, bird-like feet, a dark cloak and hood and a massive syringe tied to the figure’s back. Another monster.

“Stay-stay away from me,” you warned, hunching your shoulders and trying to appear intimidating. It was hard considering the figure was a full four feet taller than you, if not more. “Stay back! I’m-I’ll–”

“You’ll what?” He asked, chuckling. “You’ll run deeper into the sewers? You must be new. Ah, pardon my rudeness, then.” He stopped at the grate where you’d been laying, raising a single clawed hand. “I’m the Collector, and I’m the closest thing you’ll get to a friend around here. Now, who are you?”

You pause. He’s talking, so at least he’s sentient. And he didn’t seem to be hostile. That was a plus. But could you really trust him?

“You look like you lost a fight,” he says, breaking you out of your thoughts. “Want to try a concoction of mine?”

He reaches into his coat and produces a glowing flask, swirling it for effect. “Free for first time testers.”

The liquid did look appealing. And you had just lost a fight. But you weren’t stupid.

“What…what will it do?” You ask. “Wait, who are…where am I? Where is this place? Who are you? What is…” You pause, gesture to everything. “I just–I just washed up here, I don’t even…ugh!”

His eyes suddenly widened. “You washed up here? You come from beyond the island?” And he’s on you in an instant, his hands grabbing your waist and lifting you like you weigh nothing.

“Hey!” You yell, kicking and shoving at his grip. “Put me down!”

“Absolutely not,” he answers, tossing you over his shoulder. “You’re far too valuable to feed my experimental concoctions to. Come, we’re going somewhere safe. It will go faster if you don’t struggle.”

You growl, shoving at his hand. “I don’t even know who you are!”

“I’m the Collector. And I’m the best thing you’ll get down here. Now hold still so I don’t need to incapacitate you.” His grip tightens, and you begrudgingly settle down, grumbling to yourself. “There, was that so hard?”

You’d punch his hooded head if you weren’t scared he’d break you like a twig if you did so.

—------

The blue liquid sloshes ominously as he shoves the glass towards you. “Drink it.”

You grimace, looking between the slime and his obscured face. There was no way to read his eyes, their glowing gaze locked onto you like you were an indignant child. “Do I…really have to? It looks…what’s it even made of?” You take the glass and swirl it a bit, observing how the fluid sticks to the edges.

“You don’t want to know that,” he says, leaning forward on one arm. “But it’s good for you. If there’s any Malaise in your system, it’ll flush it out. I can’t have you becoming infected. You’re too valuable for that.”

You give him a look, your frown deepening. “You still haven’t told me what ‘Malaise’ is. Or what this place is, frankly.”

He’d carried you through the whole sewers, narrowly avoiding undead monsters and barely managing to outrun the hordes of glowing rats that crept from the pipes. Once you’d escaped the sewers and spilled out onto the outskirts of a town, he’d taken you towards what seemed to be an old shack, only for that ‘shack’ to be a front for a secret underground lab. He had dozens of these all over the island, he’d explained, and they were safe havens for him as he traversed it. Here, you’d be safe and cared for, provided you cooperated.

It smelled better than the rest of the island, which now had the rot of fish in the air, so you’d initially agreed. Anywhere sheltered and monster free would do for you now. But here, locked underground with a nine foot lizard bird man, you were starting to realize just how much you’d fucked up. For one, he wanted you to drink what could be poison. For another, he seemed to be some kind of scientist type, and not the kind who still held onto morals. And of course there was the problem that he seemed rather fascinated with you.

All of this reeked of bad vibes to you. But what else were you supposed to have done? Died to that weird monster? You bring the cup to your nose and give it a sniff. It’s rather foul. You gag and put it down.

“Seriously. How can you expect me to be okay with…any, of this right now. Where even am I?”

He sighs and raises himself off the table, turning to rifle through one of his bags. “You’re on The Island. That’s all we call it nowadays. You were likely struck down by The Queen, and now you’re trapped here with the rest of us.” He retrieves a map and slaps it down in front of you. “The Island is plagued with a deadly sickness called The Malaise. If you catch it, you will die. Everything here already has. There is no cure. Now. Drink that. If you’ve caught a whiff of the stuff, it’ll keep it from progressing.”

You wince, staring at the map before looking back to the substance. “The Malaise…? How is something without a cure going to be stopped by this…uh…stuff?”

“It’s my personal brew,” he grumbles, growing annoyed. “I drink it every day to keep myself from succumbing. In fact you’re taking part of my portion, which is a generous act on my behalf. Avoid squandering my gift and consume it like a proper guest. Or do you want to be tied to a table and forced to consume it?”

You give him a glare, but what he sends back is enough to put you in your place. Best not to anger the giant bird lizard man. Slowly, you bring the cup to your lips, and pinching your nose, try to chug it down in one gulp. It doesn’t work, and you gag before coughing some back into the cup. He rolls his eyes.

“Don’t attempt to drink it all at once. It’s too thick for that. Deep swallows, now.”

Your eyes water as the wretched taste rolls over your tongue. It’s like rotten fruit combined with dirt and powdered aspirin. If you had anything in your stomach it’d probably be on the floor by now, but that was back in the cave, and you were not eager to repeat that encounter. You follow his instructions, giving deep swallows and taking it one mouthful at a time. Eventually it settles in your stomach, heavy as lead and strangely warm.

You slam the cup down and groan. “Gross. That was disgusting. What did you–” You stop, remembering he already told you not to ask. The Collector huffs at you and shakes his head.

“First timers. Always complaining about the flavor. I’m an alchemist, not a chef. I just make the potion, I don’t add sugar to it.” He continues shaking his head, retrieving a bottle of the same stuff and promptly chugging it. You watch in both amazement and disgust. His motions are so smooth and practiced, it’s as if the fluid had no flavor at all.

He wipes his lips and returns the bottle to his belt, gaze falling back to you. “Now,” he says, placing his hands on the table you’re sitting at, “we can begin testing. I’ll need blood samples, tissue, urine, and hair. We’ll give it about fifteen minutes before the blood. How do you fare with needles?”

Your brows rise in shock. “Hey! I didn’t agree to be a test subject! What are you even–did you poison me?!” You rise to your feet, gaze jerking back to the exit.

“Don’t,” he growls, moving to your side in an instant. “You won’t last a minute out there. And no, I didn’t poison you. If I wanted you dead, you’d already be in the ground.” He temples his fingers, grinning. “No, I want you for testing. You don’t realize how valuable you are, do you?” He advances slowly, forcing you back. “Think of this: every inhabitant on this island is dead. I have treated thousands for Malaise, thousands just like you, and not a single one survived. Had I the concoctions I have now, then, perhaps I might have changed those numbers. And with you, a fresh subject, I might be able to derive a cure.”

Your eyes widen in horror, your heart pounding. This guy was no better than the monsters you’d seen roaming outside–no, he was worse. They just wanted you dead because, well, they’re monsters! But The Collector wouldn’t dream of killing you–no, that’d be a waste of the valuable data you’d provide.

Data. Numbers on a clipboard. Statistics on a graph. You feel the substance within you threatening to come back up.

“No way!” You scream, scrambling over the table. “I’m not your personal test subject! I-I’m a living breathing person!”

He grins, eyes narrowing dangerously. “So were all they. By the end I was cleaving open their bellies while they still breathed searching for answers. Let us not repeat that, yes? If you cooperate, I will give you a home, a safe haven, and enough resources to maintain your life. All I want is your body.”

You shake your head wildly. “Hell no!” As you back away you hit a shelf, vials clinking as you touch them. His grin fades at that, his eyes frowning.

“Avoid breaking those,” he commands, advancing around the table. “You aren’t even capable of understanding what they could do.”

You narrow your eyes, a snarl twisting your lips as you grab the nearest bottle. “Oh, this?” And without thinking you slam it onto the stone floor, glaring indignantly as it shatters. “Woops!”

He stops, eyes turning to slits. “Don’t you dare–”

Before he can even finish his sentence you’ve grabbed another, throwing it to the floor. The glowing fluid within spills out into a puddle, mixing with the prior concoction. It begins to bubble, the color changing as some kind of reaction begins. His eyes widen.

“Wait, stop, you don’t know what you’re making!”

But his words fall on deaf ears, for you’ve already grabbed another and thrown it to the ground. He lunges, catching your hand as you reach for another and pulling you back. You scream and kick, jerking against him and squirming wildly as you’re tossed around. For an ‘alchemist’, he’s damnably strong, aided partially by the fact he’s got four feet on you.

He looks like he’s about to say something, but the words never escape his lips. The fluids on the floor suddenly bubble wildly, mixing together to form a gas cloud that rolls over the entire room. You hold your breath, your eyes slamming shut, but it isn’t enough–it lingers in the air, aided by the fact that there’s little circulation in here. The gas floods your lungs, overpowering your body and filling you with its essence.

Has it…always been so warm in here…? Has it always been so…comfy…? You feel your body relaxing, your heart slowing and your muscles losing their tension. You feel the Collector relaxing against you as well, his grip loosening, a low purr rising in his throat.

“Damn…” he murmurs, his tone teasing, “just what…have you done?” A tiny chuckle escapes him, causing his chest to shake against you. “You’ve gone and ruined…ruined it…haha…” He releases you, throwing his head back and laughing. “So silly of you! So silly!”

You stumble forward, finding yourself laughing as well. So silly! Look at you, you silly little troublemaker. Messing everything up! You snort, grabbing the table, seeing the empty glass. A grin forms on your face and you take it, holding it up like a prize.

“Look!” You say, presenting it to him. “Look what I’ve got!” And you throw it to the ground, shattering it. “Woopsies!”

He snorts with laughter, almost doubling over. “You’ve ruined it! You’ve ruined it! Ha…ha…” His eyes lock onto you, and his grin widens. “Ruined all of it…mmm…maybe I should ruin you…”

You feel heat blooming in your chest as he speaks, your smile turning coy. “Oh? Ruin me?” You raise your hands to your chest, feeling yourself up ever so slightly. “Gonna put me on the floor? Break me apart?” You feign falling, then actually slip and fall on your ass. A laugh escapes you, and then you can’t stop. It’s just so funny!

He joins you in laughing, tugging his cloak off as he kneels over you. “All of it, all of it…hehehe…”

His much bigger form easily encompasses yours as he straddles your body, stopping only when your face is level with his chest. Without the cloak, you can take in his full form–god, he’s good looking. Blue skin, full pecs, a lighter blue belly, all of it on display for you. He chuckles again, tilting his head. “Silly…you silly little ruin…all of it, all of you…hehe…I’ll take all of you~”

You laugh, reaching up to grab one of his pecs and squeezing. “Take all of me!” You giggle, grabbing them both. “Take all of me!”

Another chuckle escapes him as he grabs your shoulders, sitting back on his heels and pulling you up with him. His blue smile, glowing from somewhere inside his dark hood, grows wider, luminescent drool dripping from it as he opens his mouth. You blink a few times, tilting your head slightly.

“Wha…?” You ask, but are swiftly silenced by the presence of a glowing tongue pressing against your face. It’s the same bright blue color as the rest of his mouth, and leaves behind a thin trail of saliva as he tastes your nose, your cheek, your eye socket and finally your forehead. Content with his sample, he swipes his tongue up your head and pulls it back in, a low rumbling sounding as he gulps down your flavor.

“So good…” he mutters. “All of you, so good.”

His grip on your shoulders suddenly turns painful as he squeezes you in place, his glowing maw opening to its full extent. If you didn’t have a concoction of happy chemicals fogging your mind you might have screamed. But instead you just giggle. His mouth is pretty. You get a close look as he descends upon you–glowing blue tongue, opalescent saliva, white teeth that are scarily sharp looking. His tongue, more akin to a tentacle than the muscle you’d come to know it as, extends as his teeth graze the top of your head.

You get one final laugh out, though if it's from nerves or your brain firing a mile a minute and being bottlenecked by the chemicals, you aren’t sure. All you know is that his jaws clamp down on you, his teeth digging slightly into your scalp and chin as he pulls you into his mouth. The tongue leaps onto your face, squishing against your cheek and rubbing up and down as he tastes you more. Saliva pools around you, wetting your head and dripping out from between his jaws to soak your neck and shirt.

A moan of some sort emanates from his throat as he drinks up your flavor. You smile and close your eyes, listening to the sounds of his mouth working around you. A loud swallow pulls you forward, your face moving from resting comfortably in the middle of his maw to squishing against the flesh of his throat. Your eyes open to slits, trying to see just what awaits you, and are promptly forced to close again by another swallow. It drags you forward, the pressure on your head increasing exponentially in the process.

The muscles of his throat squeeze you tightly as they fight to pull you downwards. It becomes quickly apparent that his body isn’t used to dealing with prey as large as yourself–no sooner has your head entered his gullet than he gags slightly, the muscles smothering you momentarily as he seems to ponder spitting you back out, his grip on your shoulders loosening. But a sudden growl from below echoes throughout his body, and that seems to settle it.

His hands move to your arms and his teeth move down your neck, heading for your shoulders. You relax in his grip, the warmth of his body deceptively comforting as it works to engulf you. You feel his tongue slither out across your chest, coating it in a thin layer of saliva as he works on your shoulders, which are slowly, slowly passing between his lips and moving towards his throat.

As he swallows again, sending them into his gullet and traveling down your chest, you become aware of another sound nearby–the thunderous beat of his heart. It’s going a mile a minute it seems, much faster than would be healthy for any human. You giggle a bit at the prospect, wondering if you’re exciting him. Deciding to tease him a bit, you manage to just barely bend your elbow, which is only now beginning to pass into his mouth, and try to tickle his face in some way. You feel his tongue move to pay attention to your hand, slithering between your fingers and leaving behind a thick residue of spit before curling around it and welcoming it in. If only you could giggle without the muscles immediately gagging you.

He gulps again and those muscles suddenly squeeze hard–too hard. Your eyes squeeze shut with pain as the pressure on your head increases tenfold, threatening to crush your skull like an egg before they suddenly part. A tight ring forms around the crown of your skull and moves down your head, which momentarily hangs free in empty space.

That is, until another swallow sends more of you in and squishes your face against something soft. You manage to open one eye and see a glowing wall of flesh speckled with dark spots. It seems to mold to your shape as you slide in, aided by both his constant gulps and the size of your own body.

Speaking of your body, its entire upper half is now engulfed in his own. You kick your legs a bit, feeling them flail in the air as he works on your waist. A low grunt escapes from him as you move, causing him to shake and bend over ever so slightly. His hands move from your waist to your legs, holding them in place as his body suddenly shifts. The esophageal tube that had previously felt so tight suddenly loosens ever so slightly as he tilts his head back, letting gravity aid in sending the rest of your body down his gullet. Your arms pop free into his stomach just in time for you to brace yourself as several powerful swallows send you in up to your knees.

It’s quickly becoming cramped in here. You’re not even all the way in, but you’re already being forced to curl, the walls closing in on your form as it stretches them. The heat is starting to get to you as well: what had previously been like a comfortable sauna is quickly becoming a smothering boil. The walls, glowing gently before, are now beginning to luminesce brightly enough to force your eyes shut again. As he slurps down your calves, tongue wrapping around one of them in a spiral, you hear a loud gurrrrrgle sound around you, accompanied by a sudden rush of hot fluid oozing from the walls. It washes over you, viscous and sticky, and quickly begins to burn–but before you can do anything to wipe it away, your legs slide down his throat and join you in his cramped gut, forcing you to adjust your position.

The walls shift and stretch with your movements as you’re turned over, upside down, and splatted against them. Outside, the Collector moans as he runs his hands over his distended gut, kneading you into a favorable position for his digestive system to begin its work on you. The work of his stomach muscles along with the aid from his hands quickly subdues any struggles you might have had, squishing you into the fetal position and closing any gaps you might have taken advantage of.

You’re trapped in position, the burning fluid on your body having spread out during the process of being squished around. You squint at the wrinkled walls around you, the dark spots on them almost hypnotic as they begin to shift, oozing more of that same painful fluid. It runs down your legs and arms, spilling onto your chest and threatening to pool at the pit of his stomach. The burning is no worse than a too hot bath, but you know it’ll soon worsen. Even with the haze of the drugs still clouding your system, you know what happens to things in stomachs.

This was a stomach, right? You didn’t expect it to be so pretty. The glowing walls around you ripple with muscular movements, always trying to push you lower. They knead you studiously in a way that almost resembles a massage, if a massage was done with oil that burned you. You exhale, letting the heat of the gut around you begin to sink into your bones. It’s so hot in here. Your chest rises and falls slowly with each breath, but your heart is racing, just like the one not so far above you.

Despite your circumstances you find it in you to laugh a bit. Pretty. Pretty like the stars.

You rest your head back, sinking into the nearest wall. “Pretty…” you murmur, a loud gurgle drowning out your voice. “So pretty…”

Outside, the Collector tries and fails to stand, falling back on his ass and promptly flopping to the floor. His gut, stuffed with your form, bounces forward before settling on his abdomen, your visible shape clearly straining its glowing skin. He takes a few deep breaths, chuckling quietly and running his hands over his stretched skin. To think, he fit a human in there after all these years. It would appear he still had it in him. And they’d tasted so good. He’d forgotten what human tasted like, what with the Malaise eliminating most of them.

The human shifted slightly in his gut. He watched the bulge of their arm and shoulder form, then slide back into conformity as his stomach squished against them with a groan. Every movement they made, he could observe, and every submission forced upon them, he could gloat in. Inside of him, they were nothing but a meal, and soon they would be melted down into a proper soup and pumped into his guts. The thought excited him, for some reason–usually he held no concern for the processes that occurred in his body, but this…this was something to indulge in.

Perhaps it was the gas, still lingering heavily in the air. Perhaps it was the thrill of a meal after such a long time without one. Whatever the case, he wasn’t about to pass on this opportunity.

He pulled himself up against the nearest wall, using both arms to accommodate for the extra weight now hanging from his midsection. Then he moved his hands back to his stomach and closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation of tracing his fingers over your still solid form. His gut was so warm, and the softness of his skin let his fingers glide over your form with ease. Each stroke brought on a new sensation of pleasure, which only seemed to accelerate the digestive process. His stomach grew louder, the gurgles and groans it had been occasionally muttering before quickly growing into a cacophony.

“Mmmmm…” he purred, pressing into his gut with his palms and kneading circles at the base of it. “So…good…”

Inside, the liquid had grown into a much larger pool. It was up to your waist, the burning growing to a painful searing. You’d been quiet, trying to endure the pain, the fog of your mind clearing with the stark realization that you were being digested. In the glow of the stomach walls you could see your flesh beginning to flake off, blood pouring from fresh wound to join the opalescent acids eating away at you. Your breaths quickened, your head spinning from the pain, the heat, and the lack of air. And then his voice sound around you, breaking through what had become an orchestra of gurgles, groans, and ominous rumbling from below.

The words found their way out of you before you even knew what they were.

“Hurts. Please. Stop. Please.” You look up, as if he can hear you. “Please let me out. It’s burning. Please!”

He glances down at his stomach, narrowing his eyes deviously at the quiet pleas coming from within. The Collector’s tongue peeked between his lips, licking your flavor off them and leaving behind a cruel grin in their wake.

“Mmmm…don’t think so,” he teased, poking where your head was. “Too good…too good, to let you…”

Didn’t he want this human for something? He couldn’t recall. They just felt too good in there. He stretched his legs slightly and pressed down on his gut, back arching at the sudden squirming that erupted as a result. A scream sounded when he pressed again, which made him laugh. Good little human.

“I thought you wanted me alive!” You scream, the walls suddenly forcing you below the pool. The drugs have left you now, and you’re in full panic. “STOP! You need me alive! I’m not food! I-I’m a human being!”

The walls around you squeeze tighter, which causes the fluid level to rise again. You cry out in pain as the acids singe your neck.

“PLEASE! COLLECTOR!”

The gut around you rumbles, the walls shaking for a moment before they suddenly collapse in on you all at once, smothering your head beneath the acids. Distantly, a loud belch sounds. You squeeze your eyes shut and hold your breath, praying the pressure lets up before you start to drown.

The Collector belches loudly as his prey pleads, thumping his chest twice to force any extra air out of his gut. It erupts into a flurry of sudden struggles, something that might have helped it when it was still outside of him. Oh well. Now all that does is send small jolts of pleasure through him, warming his nethers and making his chest heave a bit faster.

He burps again, this one much smaller than the other. His prey’s final struggles seem to be beginning, evidenced by how they’re rapidly weakening. The blows that previously stretched his skin now barely cause a dent. He exhales sleepily as he watches an elbow jab poke out, followed by a kick from the other side. Neither cause any form of discomfort to him.

“Enjoy my digestive system,” he purrs, patting his gut. “I’m sure we’ll have…so much to learn about each other…”

A yawn stretches his maw and sends a few strands of spittle flying. He blinks sleepily, resting a hand atop your form. “Mmm…warm in here…mind if I nap, a little?”

He doesn’t get any form of response from you.

“Good…to know…” he rumbles, slumping against the wall. “So…good…”

In a few hours, he’ll wake to someone slamming a fist on the door. When he rises, it’ll be with a softened, sloshy gut hanging from his midsection, working on pumping the nutritious slush that had once been a human deeper into his body. By the time the sun sets he’ll find himself with a fresh layer of pudge on his pecs and belly. The last of you is gone before the time loop even resets. After the next four, he completely forgets you even existed, your presence on his belly soon disappearing as his body metabolizes the rest of you for sustenance during his travels.

At least you escaped the Malaise, in one way or another.

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