#so most slimes where completely melted into the water

[lonestarbattleship]

Titanic Model from Ghostbusters II

"In the 1989 sequel Ghostbusters II, a buildup of psychomagnotheric mood slime beneath the streets of New York turns the city into a melting pot of paranormal activity, manifesting a number of the film’s most spine-tingling visuals, among them the 'better late than never' arrival of the Titanic.

To make the scene a reality, modelmakers John Goodson and Jeff Olson constructed a Titanic miniature out of plywood and urethane that, while highly detailed, took some liberties compared to the wreckage.

In the November 1989 issue of Cinefex magazine, model shop supervisor at ILM Bill George would discuss these changes, among them the addition of skeletal smokestacks and director Ivan Reitman wanting the hole in the bow’s ship to appear larger, stating:

'We tried to be as accurate as we could using books, magazine articles, and videotape of the wreck, but we still had to make changes in two areas. One had to do with the fact that the smokestacks were torn off when the ship went down–but the ship without the smokestacks is less recognizable. So we built the smokestacks, making them very skeletal to kind of split the difference. The second change was because the director wanted the hole in the bow to be much larger than it actually was, and he also wanted the name on the ship moved so you could read it.'

Contrary to what’s seen in the film, the Titanic miniature was broken in half. However, it’s never shown, with George, again, citing that this decision came from Reitman, adding:

'Although it’s very difficult to tell in the angle it was filmed at, our model was broken in half because the real ship split into two sections when it went down. Early on, we were thinking that it would be great to have the bow section come up and then have the aft section follow. There were also thoughts of seeing the ship floating above the water or rising up out of the water. But the director wanted the audience to be able to see one shot and get the whole joke. He did not want a sequence or any lead-in shots.'

With pieces of the miniature being sold over the years, among them a recent Propstore auction containing the ship’s frontend closing at £10,000, much like the actual Titanic, Ghostbusters II’s take on the ocean liner is anything but still intact; however, for those who’d like to catch a glimpse of the scaled-down fabrication, the below image has been making the rounds.

While near complete, the miniature in the photo would see a handful of revisions before making its big screen debut, among them Reitman’s request to increase the damage seen on the bow.

Bow portion of the filming model. source

In addition to the Titanic, a couple of other ghostly ideas were tossed around for Ghostbusters II‘s 'Flip City' montage, with star and co-writer Harold Ramis saying:

'We considered several ideas. One had the Hindenberg arriving with flaming passengers getting off carrying luggage that was also on fire. Another featured a ghostly subway station with rotting commuters. That was the precursor to the ghost train that is now in the film. We also had a cemetery scene where the gravestones were taking off like rockets. Then the idea for the Titanic hit me one day and that seemed to offer the most powerful images.'”

- article from ghostbustersnews.com: link

source

#Ghostbusters 2 #Ghostbusters II #Ghostbusters #RMS Titanic #Titanic #Olympic Class #Ocean Liner #Liner #White Star Line #White Star #Passenger Ship #Ship #October #1989 #model #Halloween #my post

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

Symbrock. Treat mwahaha (I may bug you a lot with these two just so you know)

What a great way to start off this year's Trick or Treat fest!

Eddie. 

Eddie Eddie Edward Education Edict Admonishm-

“That one starts with an A,” the man in question pointed out, not looking up from his laptop where he was trying, unsuccessfully, to do research. 

Ha! So you were paying attention!

“How can I not, babe? You’ve been chanting in my ear for the last forty…. eight minutes?” 

Actually I am in the auditory cortex of your frontal lobe. And it has barely been thirty minutes. 

“Still long enough for you to pick up that I’m ignoring you.” 

But I am bored. You are boring me. Bored. The Oxford English Dictionary defines boredom as-

Eddie pressed the heels of his hands to his ears hard enough that they started to ring, but it still wasn’t enough to drown out the sentient slime smear currently listing out synonyms at him. 

“Never shoulda let you go online,” he muttered, dropping his hands. 

Ennui! That rhymes with Eddie!

He allowed himself a brief, very brief, smile of affection before turning his attention back to the computer. “Find something to do, love. I’ve got to finish this.” 

The huff he felt rather than heard was petulant, but Venom did stop muttering at him. 

He was halfway through reading a report when he noticed something was… Off. 

Water consumption numbers from the most exclusive golf clubs in the Bay area were interesting at best. They shouldn’t have been making his jeans this tight. 

Eddie groaned quietly and rubbed his suddenly damp palm on his thigh. It pulled the denim even more taut across his crotch and made his breath hitch. “What are you doing?” 

Found something to do. I do so love your hypothalamus. 

A rush of pleasure rolled over Eddie and he melted into his chair, almost sliding off and onto the floor in a puddle of giggles and delight and sticky underwear. “You know that’s cheating,” he sighed, his mouth barely working. It was only his grip on the edge of his desk that kept him from collapsing completely. 

Something -someone- moved inside of him and seemed to latch onto his prostate to suck, squeeze, and vibrate all at once.  Eddie made a noise that he wasn’t entirely sure was possible, and bucked. His erection nudged up against the underside of the desk and he swore he heard it thump. 

“There are rules,” Eddie gasped, and swore that curls of wood veneer peeled up as he scraped his nails over the desk. 

Not in public, Venom pointed out and vibrated faster. 

A dark patch spread on the front of Eddie’s jeans as precome began to pulse out of him. 

Not on the telephone. No one here. No teeth. 

The smug, confident impression of a grin radiated through Eddie and his eyes lost focus and he was pretty sure he could actually see into his skull they rolled back so fast when Venom tickled different spots in his brain until his body was convinced he’d been fucking for hours and all of his neurons were firing and demanding to know why he was still dressed. 

“No teeth, huh?” he rasped out and dropped one hand to his lap. He’d barely brushed the fabric over his erection when his hand snapped back to the edge of the desk. Wisps of black curled around his fingers, pinning it in place. “Not allowed to touch?” 

You are doing research, remember? And this- Eddie felt himself squeezed again, this time down the length of his cock, in a rolling, kneading movement as Venom pumped him. Is mine. 

“Fuck,” breathed Eddie, arching in the chair. His legs spread wide and he wasn’t entirely sure if it was Venom’s control or his own natural response, but figured that the result was the same so didn’t put too much thought into it. Especially when it felt like a mouth, one with way too many teeth and a tongue that did things that should have terrified him instead of making him occasionally stumble into walls and that smiled at him in a way that made his heart sing, closed around his entire length and swallowed him down. “Oh just like that, darling. Of course it’s yours.” 

Once again, he felt instead of heard, a smug little chuckle rumble through him and ropes of tentacles tightened around his body. His arms, his legs, across his chest, spreading him open and pinning him in place so he could do nothing more than throb helplessly. 

All of you is mine. 

“Uh huh,” Eddie agreed, barely managing a nod. “Every bit.” 

Especially this. 

That rumble shifted, focused, surrounded Eddie’s prostate and tickled into his balls and between one breath and the next he was taken right to the edge and held there. He teetered there, pleading without words until he was allowed to tumble over with a shout that had the neighbours stomping on the floor above them. 

And Venom made delighted little noises, feasting on the heady rush of hormones and chemicals that Eddie’s brain churned out, and on the thick, bitter come that was still pumping out of him. 

So closely linked, with Venom hooked into every tiny fold of his brain, Eddie could taste himself the way his Other did. To Venom, it wasn’t just a generous act to reward his partner for being so well behaved. The Symbiote loved it. The flavours were complex, unique each time. He let it linger on his tongue, rolling it out of his mouth and drip off the tip, only to be caught again and tossed back like a treat before finally swallowed smugly. 

Eddie happy

“Eddie sleepy,” he mumbled, head hitting the back of the chair. 

Eddie hungry?

He held up one hand, his thumb and finger close together. “Little bit. Thirsty, too.” 

Quick, tiny kisses peppered over his body before Venom withdrew almost completely, leaving only a thin tentacle connecting them as he slithered over to the kitchen. 

Go back to research. Not bored anymore. 

#symbrock #symbrock fic #eddie brock #venom #veddie #happy halloween

[renthewerecatboi]

did i create a deltarune oc who is a slime person who i planned on actually drawing at some point and telling u guys about but then i stalled on it for too long because i created way too much lore for their species and i really don't wanna wright it all down and i still barely know the MAIN lore of deltarune because i only entered the fandom recently and for some reason don't wanna watch a lets play on it or play it myself?!

yeah...

#the frantic meows of a crazy person #okay i'm just gonna put the whole thing on my oc here #so my oc is this slime creature who is shaped like an anthro cat #the slime is made of oil that's a almost solid consistency #the consistency changed depending on emotion and getting less solid the happier he is #the slime can be shaped into any shape desired by the slime itself and they can grown by absorbing oil #slimes are commonly known for being greedy and will absorb random objects into themselves #once slimes started absorbing other people the other people started getting scared of these slimes #slimes will melt away when in contact with water #so most slimes where completely melted into the water #the remaining slimes are scattered around the place trying to reason with anyone who will trust them too try and get oil to keep themselves #alive #my oc is one of those slimes who tries to stay away from greed too keep safe #their name is maxie and their pronouns are he/they #they mostly live in random alleyways and collect lost change too get oil #and they found spamton one day after wandering by his garbage can #they where both about too pick up a coin on the ground and spamton did his usual pitch and asked maxie too give him the coin #and of course maxie gave him the coin #anyways this is getting long so #yeah basically maxie kept coming back and eventually they became friends #yeah that's it #i have no idea how far from cannon i am here-

[help-im-a-gay-fish]

It's A Long Road to Recovery.

(post Dark-Cream story)

"How's the water my Love? " Cross asked, dipping the tips of his fingers into the bath.

"perfect" Dream replied sinking slightly deeper into the water. The warmth wrapped around his bones and felt amazing on all the aches and pains.

"you got it just perfect"

The guard smiled wide "I'm glad to hear that, soak as long as you want, you deserve it"

The two had returned to the place they called home and Cross had drawn his beloved a bath. If Cross had it his way, he would have attempted to create a full spar treatment to pamper the bruised guardian. However, Dream had been more then happy to have something simple and the way he sighed as he relaxed in the water filled Cross with warmth.

It was so good to be home, even if it was mostly just a void with some rooms and things, it felt like home now. Though Cross wondered, with no anti sanses did that mean that him and Dream could settle down? They were engaged after all.

That thought make him smile wider. it had definitely been a long journey, but now that it was over him and Dream could finally be together. A family.

The gloopy mass had mostly washed off him now, though his joints where not completely free of it. Sadly, the lack of gloop now revealed just how damaged Dreams body was. There where huge cracks running across many of his bones and many bruised and stained areas. Then there was his eye.

Cross was trying hard not to look at it, but he didn't want Dream to know he was. Of course Dream was still beautiful, he always would be, but that didn't make it easy.

The wound was large and caused Cross to think about how it must have felt for him during the transformation. He hadn't seen the whole thing, but the sounds of Dreams bones splitting and his cries of agony became present in his mind whenever he looked at the eye.

It made him shudder to think of the pain he must have, and still was in.

"how's the" he started glancing away "the.... Eye?"

Dream sat up a bit.

"it's fine.... Mostly numb really"

He could sense his partners concern and didn't want to tell him the whole truth. It was painful and throbbed slowly, especially when touched. It threaten to hurt for a long time, not that it was a punishment he didn't deserve.

As soon as he was done in the bath he'd have to bind it.

Dream felt no shame in Cross being there while he bathed. He knew he wanted to stay in the water for a few hours, and those where hours that he wanted to spend with Cross. So therefore he'd asked Cross to join him.

The guardian stretched, wincing slightly as his back bones slid together. It ached and probably would for quite a while.

He pressed his fingers into the crook of his elbow joint, sighing in relief as more of the gloop stuck there gave way. The slime had dried and jammed up most of his joints, making him feel stiff and useless. It would take hours to clean, but it seemed like the warm water was helping it give way.

Taking a breath, he ducked his whole head and body under the water. Laying there under it for a few moments to soak, before resurfacing for air.

There was a trickle as Cross continued to flick the surface of the water with his fingers. Dream lent forward to shake the water from his skull and felt a sharp pain in his back. It didn't last very long but it was quite a surprise so it caused him to suck in air quickly through his teeth. Cross looked up straight away.

"Dream!?"

Dream took a breath and slowly moved his body back so he was lent against the bath again. The pain stopped.

"j-just moved to fast.... It will be fine, Nightmare said the first day was the most painful"

"right" Cross said, still concerned but with a slightly harder tone. "Rest...."

"I will Crossy, if Night was able to run, I'll be able to take care of myself" Dream replied, trying to sound reassuring.

He scooped up some of the bubbly foam from the waters surface in his hand and blew it in Cross' direction. Cross batted it with his hand in a playful cat-like fashion.

Dream smiled, seeing Cross acting playfully with him, it had been a long time since they'd been able to just exist as a couple. He would have continued to blow bubbles at him, but an intrusive thought ruined the momentary joy and it made him freeze.

" ¿Estaba él en este dolor?" he asked quietly. Cross glance sideways at him.

"hm?"

"Nightmare..." Dream clarified "......was he....is he in this pain?" Cross sighed.

"Dreamboat, you need to focus on your own recovery" he said, once again flicking the bath water with his fingers, though slightly more aggressively.

His tone was firm and slightly bitter "I know you worry, but he has Killer"

Shifting his legs around a bit, Dream sighed. He knew his partner was right, he shouldn't let himself worry about Nightmare to much, they would be in contact in a few days.

Yet he just couldn't help it. If he was in this bad of shape after a few months, then how bad would it be for Night after hundreds of years.

"but what if he-

-just drop it!"

Startled at Cross' tone, Dream flinched slightly. He wasn't used to Cross speaking to him like that and he didn't like it.

He narrowed his good eye at him and the soldier sheepishly looked away. Dream sensed shame from him, but also anger. His emotions were a mess.

"sorry i just meant-

-You're still thinking about what he did to you....."

Cross' shoulders tensing confirmed to Dream that he was right. His expression softened.

"Cross..."

"it's not just what he put me through" he said, still avoiding Dreams gaze "it's what he did to you... And heaven....." his voice trailed off and his eyes watered slightly.

Dream felt his soul twist as the memories flooded in. Feeling suddenly very cold, he lowered his legs deeper in the water.

Cross squeezed his eyes shut and shook the tears away. Before opening his mouth to keep speaking, but closing it again.

"oh.. Cross" Dream said, reaching forward in an effort to comfort him. But he soon lowered his arm when Cross continued to speak.

"I know he's your brother... And I know you want to reconnect with him...." he swallowed and turned back to his lover. "I'm not gonna stop you... And I'm not going to hold a grudge, I just need.....

".... time" Dream said finishing Cross' sentence. Cross nodded in response.

He felt selfish just saying it

Even if Dream seemed to understand he still felt bad.

The reality of everything was still catching up with him and it was a slightly rough reality.

He'd been on happy to see his beloved gloop free and happy, that he'd completely pushed aside any kind of confrontation he'd had in mind for Killer or Nightmare.

Both had serious partaking in his pain and he hadn't realised how much he resented them until now.

But the reality that had just hit him was that Dream was going to reconnect with with his brother and if Cross was going to be Dreams husband then Nightmare was going to be a part of his.... Family.

"........"

That thought hurt.

Dream stared at his partner for a long time, as Cross watched the water flicking under his fingers. Cross' emotions were very negative, Dream knew he needed to say something.

"it's ok Mi Soldado, you aren't the only one. .."

Cross looked up at him again.

"I may have forgiven him in my head, but I still need to forgive him in my heart". He struggled to keep his voice steady.

"I-it's been so many years"

he bent over his knees and hugged his legs tightly.

"just like my face, there are a lot of cracks to heal..." he'd sighed "it's not just you"

Cross' emotions calmed slightly and he relaxed at Dream's reassurance.

"Its going to be a long road to recovery Crossy, for all of us"

Cross gave him a soft smile, and reached forward to cup his soapy cheek.

"I'll be here every step of the way" he said in a gentle tone.

Dream melted.

He leaned over to catch Cross in a kiss and the soldier happy obliged. It was a soft and affectionate kiss. Something that they had both been needing in that moment.

After pulling away Dream sank back into the water with a sigh. For the first time in a long time, he felt that things were going to be OK.

So here I am was another little bonus Dark-Cream scene. I came up with this recently and sketched it out. I wasn't originally gonna finish it but @zu-is-here asked me to so I did. I'm not really 100% satisfied with it you know? The bubbles was horrible to draw, I'm proud of the water and the bones though. The writing was just a cute Scene I came up with. Because it can't just be all fine and dandy can it? Nightmare put them both through hell and everyone needs time to heal. Idk if that makes sense? But I hope you enjoyed.

Original cross and dream belong to jakei95 and jokublog

Original shattered dream belongs to @galacii-gallery

Based off the Dark-Cream ship by @zu-is-here and the comic by @zu-is-here

#undertale au #my art #undertale multiverse #So please enjoy some post dark cream #Originally I came up with the idea of dream asking cross to get into the bath with him #While being playful #Cross is embarrassed but decides to #But he does it fully clothed #Both of them share a laugh about that #And then a kiss #It's a PG bath scene people #Keep it cleab #shipping #sansest #cross x dream #dream x cross #dark cream #Post Dark-Cream #cross x shattered dream #Hope you enjoyed

[krabstick32]

Hi! I love your writing so much!!! May I please request a self indulgent giyuu fic where the reader has some self esteem issues, like having long hair to cover most of her face and is plus size but has a good heart! Thank you that would make my life!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Wardrobe Malfunction

Requested by: anon

Pairing: Giyuu x Reader

Synopsis: Dress up was supposed to be fun. Your clothes say otherwise.

Tags/warnings: This work does have slight implications of self-esteem issues and body dysmorphia/body dysmorphic disorder. I’d like to say that this is not meant to offend anyone, and also to apologize for any faulty interpretations.

A/N: To the anon who requested this: i’m so glad you like my writing 🥺💖 bUT I AM SO SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG WITH YOUR REQUEST :(((((( I feel terrible for taking an actual month to finish this, and i’m not even 100% satisfied with it :(( As an explanation though, I was working on something entirely different for you. It was a modern high school au, 5+1 sort of fic, which was almost finished but for some reason felt wrong...so I thought up of a new idea aka this. 

Anyway, i hope the wait was worth it anon, and i hope ya’ll enjoy it too!!

Blood Demon Arts were a complicated skill set that special demons possess. Some use it for fighting, some for catching humans, yet some were just downright weird.

A fight with a low-level demon teaches you that.

Barely five minutes into the fight, and you were already sheathing your Nichirin Blade back in its scabbard. You were fine, if not a little uncomfortable from the weird slime-like substance that came from the demon coating your uniform. The fight wasn’t difficult, but the demon was a little perverted. It didn’t even try to fight all that seriously, and instead kept trying to sneak glances under your skirt.

There were only minor scrapes around your skin—though now, you wish you could say the same for your clothes, because it starts melting.

Maybe that demon wasn’t as low-level as you thought because the corps uniform was made to withstand damage from low-level demons, but this odd liquid was enough to let parts of it disintegrate and expose your skin. Fortunately, it didn’t sting, burn or give your skin rashes—only melt off the fabric that covered your decency.

That was your last spare uniform too, because you’ve been sent to a lot of dangerous missions lately. This was the only one you had at home, but thankfully, you’ve placed a quick request for a few new ones to be sent to you.

You were lucky to have been able to beat it, so once you quickly lopped of the stupid demon’s head, you panicked and whistled for your bird to bring in kakushi. You didn’t know if this was Oyakata-sama’s foresight’s work, but you were grateful that three female kakushi pushed through the treeline, and quickly rushed to you once they noticed your predicament. One of them took care of the demon’s remains while the other two moved to you and wrapped you securely in a blanket, protecting your dignity and easing your panic.

Even if you were pretty much healthy and good to go, the girls—Chiyo, Tsune, and Hatsuko were great company as they escorted you back—ushered you to one of the many rooms in the butterfly estate. You argued that you weren’t injured and that you didn’t want to burden the butterfly nurses and the kakushi, but the girls told you that the estate wasn’t too busy, and that there was plenty of room for you.

The room was standard with a cot, a bedside table, and a few chairs for visitors, where a spare set of clothes for you was folded over. You were fine, but you were still grateful for the short time you could use for rest and for the girl’s thoughtfulness. Spending the time worrying about what you wear on your next mission would be a waste, so you lie down and try to close your eyes instead, to calm down your nerves.

The sound of shuffling doors brings you out of your light nap just in time to see a head of jet-black hair pop in.

A smile makes its way across your face as you watch your boyfriend slide the door close as quietly as possible. Giyuu looked good—clothes the same, hair unruly with the bare thread of his hair tie attempting to keep it tame—but what was new was the small package under his arm.

“Are you feeling okay?” He asks when he sees you sitting up, and takes a seat on the nearest chair. Your smile sweetens when he looks back up, feeling your heart beat a little faster as his eyes soften out of its usual steely, and impassive gaze.

Dragging your mind out of its haze, you wave off his concern and reply, “Oh, this is just a formality—I’m fine.” Well, physically you were, but you’re reminded that all is not well when he glances around the room only to find the folded tatters of what remains of your previous clothing sitting innocently on the bedside table. “Wish I could say the same about my uniform though.”

“This should solve that.” Giyuu hands you the mysterious package and it gives you a moment to notice how nicely it was wrapped.

Lightly, you run your fingers over the black ink your name was written in, on a small tag attached to the white twine wrapping around brown packing paper. The twine intersects in a small tied ribbon right at the middle, and is sealed with a piece of wax stamped with the corps’ insignia. “Ah, is that why you’re here?”

“No, I was on my way to see you when I heard you were here. That—” He gestures with his chin “—I just brought in from the kakushi.”

You choose to ignore the way your cheeks flush when he mentions his intentions and instead show surprise. With how busy the kakushi were, you were pleasantly surprised that it took them only four days to make your uniform. “Oh, thanks, that was fast of them.”

“It’s your uniform right? I can wait outside so you can try it on.”

Already flustered from his previous responses, you try to answer, “Ah, yeah, yes. Thanks, I’ll just—um, yeah.” Only to sound like a bumbling idiot. Eloquent as always.

Embarrassed by your mess of a mouth, you look down at your hands and feel your hair come to cover your heated face. Looking at him in the eye right now would reduce you to a pile of flaming ashes, so you’re grateful your long hair has saved you yet again from his piercing stare.

Before Giyuu leaves though, you hear a light chuckle until he’s gone and you’re left with the sound of the door sliding back shut and the thought of how unfair it is that he can easily get you to smile and then flustered at the next second.

The moment you let the uniform unfold, something tells you that there was something…wrong. For one, there were too many holes in it—one on each shoulder, and an entire chunk around the stomach. The fabric felt silkier than what you previously had—even the skirt was much, much shorter than what you remember requesting for.

But a quick double check on the wrapping paper confirms that this was your uniform, so you try it on. It’s been a while since you’ve ordered a new one, maybe you just…weren’t used to it? Or maybe there were new rules in place?

If it wasn’t already bad when you first looked at it, it was even worse when you were wearing it.

How is this even supposed to protect me?

The only thing covered was your chest (not even counting the skin in the middle!), your forearms, and half your thighs. The uniform was too revealing and boy, did you want to crawl in a hole right now. You felt exposed—too exposed. You've rarely felt good in your own body, and now was no exception.

Just the thought of somebody else seeing you like this? What would they think?

A pit forms in your stomach, and something black and slimy wraps around your shoulders and around your neck. You feel constricted, like you couldn’t move or breathe, and your nails were digging in too hard into the clammy skin of your palms.

You weren’t like Mitsuri or Shinobu. You didn’t have a great figure like the love pillar, or a petite frame like the insect pillar. Instead, you found yourself staring into a mirror more often than you’d like, only to feel disappointed in your oversized body. In fact, you’re extremely lucky to have gone this far without a demon catching up to you given how slow you feel your body makes you.

You shouldn’t be crying over this—it was childish to throw a fit over something like this, but you feel horrible.

A knock from the door interrupts your thoughts and Giyuu’s voice carries over through the wooden door.

“(F/N), are you okay? Should I get Shinobu?”

No, he can’t see me like this.

Quickly, you scramble back to the bed where you placed your hospital clothes, and yank the stupid uniform you requested off your body and shove it under the bed. “Ah, no! I-I’m fine, I’m just changing again!”

You slip the button through the last opening and walk towards the door to let Giyuu back in.

Maybe I should send him back?

You could say that you were feeling sleepy or that you weren’t feeling too good, but he came all this way and… or maybe he was here to see someone else? You were his girlfriend, but that didn’t mean he was automatically here for your company.

You were too far gone in your own fears that you completely forgot that you were the reason why he was even here in the first place.

Hopefully, he leaves without question. Your hair will hide your face so he shouldn’t notice how it was burning or how there were small drops of tears in your eyes. But this was Giyuu, the Water Pillar, one of the strongest demon slayers in the entire corps, and your boyfriend. Nothing gets past him, especially if it concerns you.

He doesn’t even get through the threshold before he notices. “He—(F/N), what’s wrong?”

“...It’s nothing,” You say, angling your face away from you. I just feel tired all of a sudden. How about we see each other tomorrow? If you’re free of course. I know how busy you can get.” And you rarely saw each other too. It was a shame your issues just had to swoop right in.

“It’s fine with me if that’s what you really want, but are you sure it’s nothing?”

You feel warm fingers caress your chin before his hand moves back up to cup your cheek, and that’s when your walls chip and break. You lean into his touch and peek through your bangs to see a soft look in his eyes—a look you only ever saw on the rare chances you catch him looking at you or when he had a plate of freshly-cooked salmon daikon.

“You can tell me anything if you want to, I’ll listen.”

Of course you knew you could tell him anything, but actually telling him about something so stupid had you fidgeting with the hem of your sleeve. “I know this will sound stupid, but my uniform is wrong.”

“The uniform?”

Further hunching in on yourself, your body starts sweating, and you feel like your tears were about to spill over. “It looks terrible. There was no fabric around my entire stomach, it only covered half my things and—! Ugh, I know, I know it’s really childish of me to be complaining so much about it but I didn’t feel comfortable in it at all. I hate it—” and i hate my body “—It doesn’t look right on me, I’m too big for it.”

You breathe out a small sigh and look down at the floor. Melting through the floorboards sounded nice. “Maybe it’s just my fault—if I was thinner or prettier it would probably fit me better. I don’t know…I thought it would be similar to what I had before.”

“...Look at me,” Giyuu says after a while, and takes your hands when you don’t seem to reply any time soon. “Do you trust me?”

Immediately, you look up to him and answer with no hesitation. “With my life.”

“Then I hope you’ll believe me when I say that it's not your fault.” His lips curl slightly upward when your gaze moves from the floor to him. He’s glad that he caught your attention, because he wants you to see how much he means the words he’s about to say.

“I don’t care if you’re thinner, or prettier or about anything else. As long as you’re happy, healthy, and alive, it’s more than enough.” Giyuu places his forehead against yours, and for a moment, you forget why you’re worrying so much.

“To me, You’re the kindest, prettiest, most perfect person in my eyes, and I hope you see yourself the way I do. You have a heart of gold, and you’re plenty perfect just the way you are. You don’t need to change for anything or anyone.”

Giyuu wasn’t really good with words, and he knew that. In fact, at the moment you were seeking comfort, he was in over his head. He thought he was being redundant and talking himself in circles, so he did panic a little when the tears started slipping from your eyes. Panic changed into relief though when you wrap your arms around his torso.

You were well-aware that he wasn’t good with words, so you were caught off-guard by the reassurances he was giving you. You never knew how much you needed to hear those from him, to be reminded that he liked you just as you are.

As easily frazzled you were with a somewhat constant need for reassurance, you’ve gotten used to the fact that receiving verbal assurance from him would be rare if not nonexistent. So you’ve gotten used to his quiet support. He was always there when you needed him, and tried to comfort you the best way he knew how. You appreciated it, and even came around to care for his silent quirks, but hearing him say how much you meant to him, was incredibly comforting, and

“If you hate your uniform, I've heard that Shinobu had problems with hers too at first so I'm sure we can ask Shinobu what she did with hers. I can even place a request for a new one for you.”

Giyuu was never very good with words, but he always made it up with his actions.

“That would be nice.”

BONUS:

You really appreciated that Giyuu was with you the entire time your horrible uniform was alive on this earth. As promised, he helped you handle the uniform issue, and came with you to Shinobu’s office (who was more than willing to hand you the oil and matches).

“Oh? (F/N)-chan? Tomioka-san?” She greets when she ushers you two in her office. “I haven’t seen you two in a while! I’m surprised Tomioka-san is here with you though. I thought he avoided social interaction?.”

Giyuu grumbles at her teasing, but you know these two were friends, even if both of them didn’t want to admit it. “I’m still here.”

You squeeze your boyfriend’s hand, before smiling sheepishly at Shinobu. “It’s been a busy few weeks. We should catch up sometime, but that’s not really why we’re here.”

The Insect Pillar tilts her head in curiosity, and asks, “Oh? Then how can I be of service?”

“Well, you see, all of my uniforms were ruined from my past missions, so I requested for a new one, but um…” Giyuu handed you the clothes you’ve placed back in the wrapping paper which you bring out and let unfold to show Shinobu how it was clearly not your style.

Air seems to freeze over as the seconds tick by with your ‘uniform’ hanging from your hands.

Giyuu was standing behind you, so you couldn’t exactly see his reactions, but you could see how Shinobu’s ever-present smile turned sinister, and looked like she was ready to stab someone with her sword.

“I think they got my size wrong. Giyuu told me that you mentioned having the same problem before, so I was hoping you could tell me how you got yours fixed.”

Without any hesitation whatsoever, Shinobu’s smile stays eerily plastered on her face, “Oh, it’s simple! You can just burn yours. Don’t worry, I burned mine too and I lent the oil and matches to Kanao and Aoi, so you don’t have to feel bad—I’m more than willing to lend you the oil and matches I used. How about I join you two to go to the kakushi? I have a vague idea of who the tailor might be.”

As per Giyuu’s words, It wasn’t your fault. One of the kakushi in charge of making the uniforms was too blame and decided to take some… creative liberties with yours.

When Giyuu saw the scraps of cloth Maeda-san—or scum-glasses as everyone promptly nicknamed him— back in Shinobu’s office, you thought his face didn’t change or move an inch. Shinobu wanted to laugh, because unlike typical Giyuu fashion, everyone who saw him the entire day could see the pulsing vein on his temple that seemed like it would pop any minute. It was clear that he was pissed off, as he handed you the oil to douse the clothes in and gave a readily lit match, but she found it a little sweet that he was a bit more transparent when it came to you.

After the fabric was reduced to ashes in front of Maeda-san, a new agreement was made about your uniform, and as a temporary solution, Giyuu lent you a few of his spare uniforms for you to wear on duty. You had plenty of kimonos and hakamas to wear, but you primarily wore those for training and didn't particularly provide the same protection the corp’s issued uniform did.

It was a little tight around your chest and your hips, and a bit too long for your arms and legs, but you could still move around comfortably without busting a button, so you took it gratefully, and wore it for the week your uniform was being made.

He was with you when your new uniform arrived. The two of you were eating snacks on the Water Estate’s engawa when a kakushi—in a nice surprise it was Tsune—dropped by with a new package, similar to the one Giyuu handed you before. You thanked them and hurriedly went in one of the empty rooms to change, leaving Giyuu to drink his tea alone as he waits for your return

“Giyuu!” You call as you join him back on the engawa. He turns only to be blinded when he sees you smiling to high heaven. “Look, it’s perfect! They got the measurements right this time.”

The uniform you wore right now was just like your old one, and he could see that it clearly made you happy. You even  twirl in place, gleefully modeling your new skirt and uniform blouse to him.

“I’m grateful you lent me your uniform, but I;m more used to wearing skirts.” Laughing lightly, you look down at your clothes, carefully running your fingers across the fabric. “I’m so glad this one’s perfect!”

Without an ounce of shame or hesitation, Giyuu tilts his head towards you and says, “You’re the one who’s perfect.”

Oh my god, your heart is going to explode.

Looking down at your tabi socks, you let your hair fall over your face, if only to hide the red flush on your skin. “Giyuu, are you sweet talking me right now?”

“No, I’m being honest.” From the sound of his voice, he was being one hundred percent, and a quick look on his face confirms it, even if there was a little mischievous glint in his eyes. He knew you were getting flustered and in extension, knew what he was doing to you.

You sit down at your previous spot right beside him before taking your teacup from where you placed it on the tray to hide the small smile on your lips. “Okay, okay, you can stop now, you’ve made your point.”

“But I’m serious, you look perfect.” Giyuu leans over, wrapping an arm around your waist and places a soft kiss on your cheek. He tugs you closer to lean against him and  watches how your skin changes into a deeper red. It makes him think that he should voice his thoughts about you more often.

“Ah, Giyuu! Stop it!” You giggle, but ultimately return the favor, peppering his face in kisses and smiling at him in a way that makes his heart beat faster.

He may have been a little sad that you won’t be wearing his clothes anytime soon now, but seeing you comfortable and smiling…

Well, that was more than enough for him.

A/N: A gentle reminder to those who reached the end: please know that you are a beautiful and wonderful person. You are loved, you are valued, and have people who care for you, okay?

A huge thank you for reading! online classes are being a little pain, so even if I really missed writing (and reading) fanfics, I might be a little rusty :(( hopefully ya’ll enjoyed it 🥺

Again, to the anon who requested this, i am so so sorry that it took me this long. i hope you still liked it tho 🥺🥺 (i also might post that modern hs au i was talking about earlier, so keep your eyes peeled for that <3)

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[songfell-ut]

Happy birthday to:

@venelona! I set out to prove that I could do a gift on time, and even if time zones have come between us, it’s totally the 4th right now for me, dammit. So here you go, stolen directly from your conversation on @lailosh‘s server and based of course on these comics.

(Omfg, I told my daughter I was happy I finished a birthday gift on time and now she’s nattering to her class on Zoom about how today is her mom’s friend’s birthday and the teacher is asking if we’re doing anything)

Anyway

The bedroom was quiet. Not too quiet—the air conditioner hummed and traffic noises filtered in from the busy street outside, as usual. It was just the quiet of an early-evening bedroom with no one in it yet, sleeping or playing on their phone or doing you-know-what…

…Not that the room’s usual occupant ever did much know-what. In fact, she never did any of it. He definitely would’ve noticed. He noticed everything.

For example, he knew the moment the sun’s last rays finally died out and warm, sweet darkness began sinking into the room, pooling under her bed and creating the ideal space for someone – something – like him to emerge.

Nightmare permitted himself a tiny grin, letting his tentacles writhe in anticipation. He’d been resting and gathering his power for over a month, building enough strength to invade the waking world. Let her think he’d grown tired of trying to reach her again after…after that, her shocking indecency, showing him all that soft warm naked skin and touching him with no he had to focus

Yes. She probably thought she’d won and driven him off with her horrible wiles! Well, what would she say when he came for her—no, when he completely platonically attacked her in her own world, where she thought she was safe? There was nowhere to run from him in her nightmares, but she could always wake up. Here, though…

Nightmare took the magical equivalent of a deep breath, running his tentacles along the barrier between his world and the reality inhabited by humans. It was a delicate process, but he used the barest touch of power to find the barrier’s weak spot, nudge the folds of subspace aside and insert his tentacles one at a why did this feel so inappropriate time, until he was through!

The space under her bed was…not spacious. In fact, if he hadn’t been so viscous, Nightmare could well have found himself stuck. It was enough to make him contemplate giving up and slipping back into his own world, where an eldritch being could stretch properly and not think terrible, untoward things from something as innocuous as penetrating into her wo—

No! As a being of infinite cosmic horror who fed on the suffering of lesser creatures, Nightmare had no intention of backing out now…not the least because he couldn’t back up any further without hitting the wall. What kind of pathetically undersized dwelling was this?

At least he knew her routine, and that she’d be in here soon enough: she was doing the dishes, and then it was time for her shower. Should he strike while she was rummaging in her closet for her favorite cotton robe, the one with the stupid pink flowers? Or lie in wait until she came in afterward, threw her towel off, and eventually got into her pajamas? …Assuming she bothered wearing any. He never watched that part, no matter how much he…well…

Nightmare squeezed his eye shut. Things would be different after tonight, he vowed. Once he’d given her another glimpse of real terror, she’d never taunt him again! He would unleash his most hideous abominations upon his not-scantily-clad victim, and her fear would make him strong enough to finally see—

—a set of dainty black paws wandering in through the half-open door. The skeletal creature froze, slipping a little further back under the bed. Since when did Frisk have a damned cat? And where was it going?! Surely the beast wasn’t stupid enough to approach him?

The cat took a few hesitant steps, then stopped and growled under its breath, tail lashing. Good! Let it make all the noise it wanted. If it got close enough to grab, he’d—

Nightmare was so busy thinking of ways to make the cat sorry for existing that he didn’t notice one of his tentacles eagerly creeping out from under the bed, reaching to grab the little animal…until the cat’s paw went whapwhapwhap and smacked him with needle-sharp claws. “Oww!” he snarled. “You…!”

The kitchen was just down the hall; to his alarm, Frisk had turned the water off. “Nero?” she called. Her footsteps drifted toward the bedroom, and Nightmare crammed himself back against the wall. “Ne—geez!” she yelped as the cat came rocketing out of her room. “What’s wrong with you?” the young woman demanded, her voice trailing after him. “Come back here and answer me, you little…!”

That was too close. Nightmare breathed a sigh of relief, and considered reaching across the room to shut the door; his powers of telekinesis had all but vanished as his…other talents developed. But no, she was an intelligent young lady, and she’d wonder why it was suddenly closed. Besides, the substance coating his limbs would leave telltale greenish-black traces. He just had to hope she wouldn’t notice the flecks of it on the carpet that had been whacked off—that had been forcibly removed by the cat clawing his tentacle.

So the skeletal abomination settled himself to wait, very patiently, as befitted a creature of his age and magical stature. He was always happy to pass the time devising new tortures to inflict upon his victims. Frisk never failed to disappoint him, provided she had clothes on, and once he’d had his way with—once he was finished platonically terrorizing her, she’d never say any ridiculous things about naked or marriage ever again!

Only a minute later, Frisk came back down the hall. “I know, Mom,” she was saying, presumably on the phone. The hall light came on; Nightmare steeled himself for the bedroom light, but to his intense relief, she went to the bathroom instead. “Yeah, I’m gonna go to bed early tonight. I’ve got new contacts, and they’re giving me a headache.” There was a rummage through her medicine cabinet, then some vaguely cloth-sounding noises. “Of course Nero’s doing fine. He just got his wet food, and…he’s already heading to the litter box again. Goody.” Sigh. “Are you guys having fun on your amazing cruise that you wouldn’t take me on?”

Ah. That explained the cat’s presence. And it was also excellent nightmare fuel: he could make her see her parents out on the ocean, having a wonderful time until, say, the walls of the ship split open and grew teeth to begin devouring the passengers, or some kind of disease started spreading that made people turn inside out…Frisk was always susceptible to body horror. Oh, yes, he knew how he could take advantage of her. …Platonically!

“Thanks, Mom,” she said loudly, breaking in on his definitely-not-filthy thoughts. “Have fun. Love you.” He heard her set something down in the kitchen, then sigh, padding back down the hall.

Nightmare settled down to wait again, only to flinch at the sound of sudden, rapid footsteps: Frisk burst into her room and leapt onto her bed with a little “Whee!” The mattress flattened beneath her weight, mashing into his skull; he cursed silently in the tongues of a thousand mortal worlds as Frisk flopped onto her back. “Oh, man, what a day,” she muttered. “Stupid contacts.” Yawn. “Don’t care about the shower, do it in the mornin’…”

That was…remarkably cute, Nightmare thought, then tried to un-think it as she rolled onto her side, relieving some of the pressure. If only they were in his realm! Her mind would be an open book, and he could effortlessly seize her subconscious and steer it in any direction he chose. In this world, he had to wait till her breathing slowed, then grip the carpet and glide out from under the bed on a layer of the noxious stuff coating his body.

Once his torso was free, he silently eased his legs out and rose to his knees. His tentacles quivered with eagerness as he started to turn toward the b—

“Gotcha!”

…If Nightmare had had any friends, and one of them had asked him the likelihood of his next victim not just taking him by surprise, but grabbing him by the neck with rubber kitchen gloves? He would have laughed, and then killed them, because they were clearly insane and he didn’t have any friends.

But by all that was unholy, his theoretical dead friend was not insane. Instead of giving Frisk a (perfectly chaste) glimpse into her own personal Hell, Nightmare found himself being scruffed like an indignant kitten and hauled toward the light switch; instead of latching onto her and ripping her flesh from her bones, his tentacles had just enough time to form a protective seal over his eye before the room was flooded with foul, searing light.

“Oh my God, shut up!” Frisk shouted over his wails of pain. “It’s just one lightbulb!” She shouldered the door open and began dragging him down the hall. “You’re not melting or anything! But if you want to, go for it—it’d probably be an improvement!”

“How dare you!” The eldritch skeleton flailed with both arms and kicked at random, to no avail. “Release me now!”

“Why?” she snapped. Nightmare made another series of agonized noises as she pulled him all the way into the brightly lit bathroom. “I’m not letting you go till you apologize and we get everything cleaned up!” She slammed the door shut and locked it for emphasis. “Got it?!”

He still couldn’t bring himself to uncover his eye. “How? How did you know—”

“The cat had a bunch of gross slime all over his paw! Who do I know that gets gunk everywhere and smells like a hot dumpster? Gee, let me think!” Frisk still had an iron grip on his neck, fingers digging between the vertebrae. With her other rubber-gloved hand, she banged open the linen closet and began pulling things out, piling them on the toilet lid. “I had to scrub it off him so he wouldn’t eat it and die or something. So then I thought to myself, Wow, Self! I already had to wash one dumb thing I didn’t want here! Why not go for a double?”

The implication hit him as she yanked a knob and started the shower full-blast. “You wouldn’t dare,” he hissed.

Frisk stopped dead. For a moment, Nightmare entertained hopes of mustering enough strength to break loose and reach the light switch. When one tentacle eased free, though, she pivoted until he was fully facing the vanity lights, holding firm as he writhed in agony. It felt like miniature suns burning into his slime and bone…

…but only for a moment. The next thing he knew, Frisk had turned him away again, leaning over to shield him from the light. “Believe it or not, I don’t like hurting you,” she said severely. “But you’re in my world now, literally, and you’re not Mr. Big Scary Hentai Monster. You’re more like a vampire in a crappy horror game—all I have to do is turn the lights on. So, you’d better behave. Got it?” Her grip somehow tightened. “Here we go. Hold your breath!”

Nightmare didn’t have time to request any further details, because she was already ripping back the shower curtain and stepping into the tub with him, holding him under the water as she pulled the curtain shut. “There! I’ve been wanting to do this for a while,” she said cheerfully, patting his topmost tentacle. “Doesn’t that feel nice?”

It did not feel nice. The hot water felt like…like…it was bad and he hated it. Yes. It was terrible, and not oddly pleasant or soothing once he got used to it, not at all like being massaged by a thousand tiny hands. In fact, he hated it so much that he relaxed, telling himself he was tricking her into dropping her guard.

Behind him, Frisk hummed in satisfaction and reached out of the curtain. Nightmare’s tentacles began to loosen almost imperceptibly, but constricted again as the human tapped on them. “Hold still. I don’t even know if this stuff hurts when it gets in your eyes…well, eye. But like I said, I don’t get off on torturing people.” Something – probably a bottle – made a sploot sound as she squeezed it. “You just smell really bad.”

Nightmare couldn’t help flinching at the first cold, rough touch of the shower loofa. “I do not ‘get off’ on it,” he informed her. “I can’t help what I am, can I?”

“Hmmm. Yeah,” she said absently. “Yeah, you absolutely can. At least, you can control what you do.” A strange floral scent filled the room as she began a brisk, gentle scrub-down, removing most of his protective slime; he unconsciously folded his legs to sit forward more comfortably, letting her angle the showerhead so that more water streamed over him. “Would you die if you went too long without scaring the crap out of someone?”

The skeletal monster had to suppress a shudder as her fingers slipped between two of the tentacles. No one had touched him like this in…ever, or at least as far back as he could remember. “Probably,” he muttered, telling himself to calm down. It was perfectly innocent, just a wretched human daring to lay hands on him, earning the most terrible punishment imaginable— “Would you die if you went for too long without eating?” he added.

Scrub. Scrub. “Well, duh. But if I want a burger, I don’t sneak into the cow’s house to taunt it first.”

Nightmare did shudder this time as her hand glided over the same spot over and over again, leaving a very sensitive layer of ectoplasmic flesh. His tentacles were stirring with interest, and the more firmly he told them to stop it, the more they all wanted to be washed. One was actually angling itself to let her rub it harder. “I…fine! Just hurry it up.”

“Aww, see? It’s not so bad,” she chirped. The tentacle stretched luxuriously, and Nightmare fought to keep another one from rising to demand the same treatment. “At this rate, you’ll be nice and clean in just a few hours!”

Hours?! He did his best to open his eye, raising one hand to protect him from the light. “You’re joking. Right?” She made an indifferent noise, and he tried to grab at the loofa with his other hand. “Let me do it, then!”

“Nope,” said Frisk, giving the shower curtain a threatening nudge with her elbow; he twitched as the light flickered around its edge. “Just relax, okay? Let your loving wife take care of you~”

He felt his entire skull flush bright green. “You are not my wife!”

The human made a pouty sound. “How can you say that, honey? After all we’ve been through together!” The scrubbing intensified. “I know you wanted more romance. Is that why you came all the way here to see me?” The scrubbing paused. “How did you get into the real world, anyway?” she asked, much more seriously.

Nightmare willed more of his tentacles to peel themselves off his skull, and to behave themselves. “With magic. Don’t waste my time with stupid questions.” The light was just a bit dimmer in here through the shower curtain – enough for the pain to start receding – and he needed to adjust to it; no point formulating an escape plan if he couldn’t see what he was doing.

Frisk slowly removed her grip from around his neck. “Okay, then. I see how it is.” She heaved a sigh, then picked up the bottle again.

This was his chance—Frisk was distracted, with both hands occupied, and his vision was clear. Nightmare grinned in silent malice, flexing his bony fingers as they lay in his lap. Most of his power was still depleted from entering this world, but he had more physical strength in one tentacle than ten mortal men. And this was one slim, soft, pliant young woman! He could take her—he could overpower her with virtually no effort!

It would be ridiculously simple: turn around, grab her, and force her to turn the lights off, for starters. Then they could talk about how she had treated him like a misbehaving cat, and—

She chose that moment to drop the body wash and make him jump. “Crap! Sorry,” Frisk said.

The monster made what he hoped was an agreeable noise and picked up the bottle, which was pretty slippery. “Here,” he murmured. “If you’re going to—”

Without warning, Nightmare sprang to his feet and whirled around, backing the startled human against the shower wall. “Now,” he snarled, “you daaaaaaaaaaaaaugh”

Frisk watched, disbelieving, as the dripping-wet monstrosity jerked backward, arms flung up to shield his eye, as though she had turned a spotlight on him and also thrown some holy water. “I was wondering if you’d noticed,” she remarked. “Did you think I was actually talking with my mom that whole time? I just didn’t want you to know I was taking my clothes off.”

“Why?!” he nearly shrieked. “Why would you do that?”

“‘Cause I didn’t want them to get gunked up! That stuff doesn’t look like it washes out. You’d better help me get it off the carpet, by the way.” Frisk chuckled, and that teasing note crept back into her voice, the one he’d heard so many times in his own nightmares: “If I lose my security deposit, it’ll be your fault. How do you plan to compensate me for that, I wonder~”

Nightmare couldn’t speak; he just emitted a stream of “Y-y-y-y-y—”

“Yyyes, I’m naked,” she agreed, retrieving the bottle. Almost against his will, Nightmare’s eye cracked open in time to watch her set down the loofa, peel the gloves off, goop some body wash onto her hand, and begin blithely rubbing it over her skin. “No offense, but I don’t want you all over me yet.”

The monster’s eye bulged so hard that Frisk snorted. “I meant this, dummy!” She indicated the slimy loofa, and leered at him. “What did you think I meant?”

It was tempting to throw himself out of the shower and hope for death’s sweet embrace, but to his steadily increasing horror, the skeleton couldn’t move his feet. As his gaze swept unwillingly up and down her body, the way her skin glistened as her hands squeezed and stroked it, Nightmare’s desire to grab her shifted…and his tentacles agreed.

Frisk was opening her mouth to say something when one appendage snaked up and began petting her shoulder, which was somehow even warmer and smoother than it looked. “Whoa,” she remarked, looking from it to him and back with wide eyes. To his dismay, her mouth quirked a little. “What happened to romance, Nightmare? Didn’t you want to dance in the moonlight, eat Peking duck, or whatever?”

“I’m n-not—” Nightmare tugged at the errant tentacle, first with his hand, then his magic. To his very dismay, Frisk was reaching up to poke at it, giggling as it brushed her cheek. “What’s wrong with you?” he demanded of the world at large.

As if mocking him, another tentacle lurched at the young woman, making him stagger forward till he had to catch himself with his hands on either side of her. Frozen in place, Nightmare unwillingly watched a few errant suds trickle down her neck, sliding merrily off her collarbone and along the side of her breast before continuing to the brave new worlds beyond—

“Um,” said Frisk, still sounding more amused than perturbed. Her eyes met his, then flicked to her left meaningfully.

Aaaand of course another tentacle had slid around her wrist and along her arm. “Oh, my,” she said, bemused. Nightmare’s soul did a backflip as the young woman moved forward, the tentacles drawing her closer, till her breasts were nearly touching his soaking-wet jacket. “Are you actually coming on to me, or—eep!”

That was probably due to yet another tentacle worming around behind her and running up and down her back, eliciting a little moan. The skeleton wanted desperately to wrench himself free, or at least tell her to be quiet, but…

Frisk was flushed, her breath coming quick and shallow. Nightmare watched her hands come up to rest on his ribcage, picking off bits of slime. “What now?” she murmured.

Nightmare wanted to tell her that she’d won, and please go put on clothes now so he could leave and never come back. He also wanted to tell her that this wasn’t how he’d envisioned their next encounter, or that young women in his day knew better than to trap extradimensional beings in the shower with them; he wanted to be very stern about doing this kind of thing the right way, because she deserved the right way, not…this.

He wanted to stop himself as his fingers rose to brush her damp hair off her face and his skull drooped to rest on her bare shoulder…but he didn’t.

He didn’t want to give up and let his tentacles wind around Frisk to pull her against him, or to put his arms around her, encasing her entire body. But he did.

“Nightmare?” Frisk whispered.

It wasn’t romantic. But if she didn’t care—

Nightmare summoned his scant reserves of magic, and raised his hand long enough to snap his fingers.

The lights went out.

 ~

 Not long afterward – just a few days after her parents got back and collected Nero, with only a few inquiries as to what that smell was – Frisk went on a shopping trip that raised several eyebrows: she bought several shower curtain liners, a dozen bottles each of Amber Sunrise and Moonlit Jasmine body wash, every single Stain Stick on the shelf, and a steam cleaner.

If that wasn’t strange enough, her neighbors soon started complaining about odd noises in the middle of the night, and at least one of them made rude remarks about how she had to be hoarding trash or something. When the landlord came in for an inspection, though, all he saw was a scrupulously clean apartment with a faint, lingering odor that he couldn’t identify.

It was hard not to see a heap of folded plastic in the corner of her room, but there were no bloodstains – or recent unsolved murders that he knew of – and anything else she chose to use it for was none of his business; Frisk accepted his admonishment to keep it down, whatever it was, and promised to maintain her new cleaning schedule.

Her neighbors didn’t hear much of anything after that. There was nowhere to run from him in her nightmares, but that was fine—she was in no hurry to wake up. After all, she wasn’t the one who’d been caught, was she?

#happy berfdeh #fluff #it was a choice between spicy and punctual #i know what i need to work on and spice ain't the problem

[sweet-taiyaki]

His Sunflower (Finale) 🌻

Disclaimer: The song Might*U makes me feel some type of way and it inspired this finale. 

Pairing: ProHero!Eijiro Kirishima x Fem!Reader (she/her)

Featuring: Katsuki Bakugo (Ground Zero), Izuku Midoriya (Deku), Shoto Todoroki, Hanta Sero, Denki Kaminari

Word Count: 3k

Synopsis: You joined Red Riots and Ground Zero’s agency and you were closer to receiving your Japan Hero License. Kirishima and Bakugo come across a villain, but wanted you to standby. However, your sword was the key to beat the villain and save Japan, even if it meant your life.

Quirk: Life Vision. Can view anyone’s internal clock by their wrist.

Warnings: Violence, some language, mentions of blood, mentions of death, fluff

part 1 2 [3]

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“Come get me you, villain,” I said. There were four surrounding me. I slowed time as each of them were on their guard to attack.

TIME PERCEPTION

I slowed time as I cut holes through the villain’s quirks. One had fire that I extinguished the flames, another had a mind power that I blocked their mind control, the other had a fatal slime that I enhanced the water components to make it hurt less, and the last had guns for hands which I blocked the bullets with my sword. Even though each villain didn’t hold back, my sword found the weak spots in the quirk to defend myself. After their quirks were disabled, I used my jujitsu training to knock them out. Each one fell to the ground.

“My name is Biothythm. I will protect others, whatever the case.”

“Damn, you know how to fight,” Kirishima’s voice echoed. I took off my goggles for the villain simulation. The battle arena was spacious so that I couldn’t hurt myself or anyone around me.

“Fine, she can train here, but I’m next,” Bakugo mumbled.

“Wait—Bakugo,” Kirishima followed behind him. Bakugo entered the arena as he watched me change out of my armor. “Listen, broad. We are a two-man team that wins every time. So don’t go around telling people that you’re one of us,” Bakugo barked.

“No, sir,” I said. He cocked his head with a weird look on his face. “We stay strong and protect others, even if it means our life,” Kirishima followed. Bakugo threw some of his sweat near me. It caught me offguard, but I noticed before it exploded. “Bakugo!” Kirishima yelled.

“I need to prove that I am better than you, (Y/N). Don’t take it personally. Fight me!” I suit up back into my armor and held my sword as Kirishima watched overhead. “I think you’re the only hero with a sword. What are you some kind of—” I charged at him. I didn’t want to use my sword unless I had to. When I charged at him, he blasted an explosion in my face and stepped back. I used my sword as a shield. It seems like he is more defensive than actually doing damage to me. He keeps saying ‘fight me’ but it seems like doesn’t want to hurt me. I aim for his weak spots, which are small windows for him to gather sweat. He is very quirk reliant in his fighting style. I placed my sword on the ground and charged at him, aiming for his back. I twisted twice in a jump over him. His reaction time was fast, but I hit his back before he made a move. He fell forward to the ground. “Use your sword, you wimp,” he yelled.

I grabbed my sword. “HOWITZER IMPACT!” He sent a tornado of explosions to me and I slowed time as I concentrated my attack to the tornado. Since nitroglycerin is composed of mostly nitrogen, oxygen, and carbon, my sword can detect oxygen in most quirks to completely disable whatever is thrown at me. I slash through the explosion tornado as it swirls then evaporates in the air. “What the hell—” he mumbled. Every other explosion he threw at me, it evaporated with a sword swing activated by my time vision quirk. After he got tired out, both of us were out of breath. I placed down my sword and charged at him with a single punch. “KACCHAN!” a voice yelled overhead. I froze, but then got punched in the face. “Serves you right for not cutting me up with your sword,” Bakugo said. Two men enter the arena with Kirishima running over to us. My legs and arms froze with an ice quirk. “My sword is not used to attack. It’s used to find the molecular imbalance in quirks,” I said.

“Why are you training with a villain,” a red- and white-haired man approached.

“No, Todoroki,” Kirishima began, “She’s a hero in America, and is training to get her license here with us.”

“Kacchan, you hit a girl?” a green-haired man asked.

“She hit me first, you damn nerd!” Todoroki used his fire quirk to melt his ice restraints. “My name is Shoto Todoroki. I occasionally work with these fools,” he pointed over to Kirishima and Bakugo.

“Hey,” Kirishima got offended.

“Hi, I’m Deku. Did you know that All Might’s moves are based off of American states? I’m sure that you must be really powerful,” he said.

“Hi, I’m (Y/N). And I just have this sword and life vision. I can’t say I’m as powerful as All Might,” I said.

“You know All Might,” Bakugo asked.

“Everyone does. He fought villains in the states he mentions in his moves,” I said.

“So, what are you doing here Midoriya and Todoroki?” Kirishima asked.

“There’s been a rumor that a villain is going to attack Musutafu. I heard that he was working with All for One,” Todoroki began.

“Why can’t your dad take him,” Bakugo asked. Todoroki narrowed his eyes at Bakugo.

“We need to prove ourselves as pro-heros. We need everyone to take his plan down,” Deku said.

“I’m in,” I said.

“What—but you don’t even have your license yet,” Kirishima said.

“Deku said he needed everyone. I need to prove to Japan that I am a pro and that I am here to stay,” I said with confidence. Kirishima smiled.

“We’ll leave with you tomorrow. We will win,” Bakugo said.

…………………………………………………………………………

I got back to my apartment with Kirishima. “Well that was a fun day. It’s awesome to see you get stronger,” he held me in his arms. “I love your hugs,” he sighed.

We made dinner. He made the side dishes, and I made the entrée. “Here, taste this, I want to make sure I perfected it,” Kirishima handed me a spoon. I took a taste, then kissed him softly. “I think it’s good. How ‘bout you,” I flirted. He dropped the spoon, grabbed me from my waist, and placed me on the countertop. He cupped my face and ran his fingers through my hair as his kisses got sweeter on my lips. He pulled away and looked at me with concern. “What is it,” I said.

“I—I want you to be safe. This won’t be an easy battle,” he said softly, feeling my face. I placed my hands on his as I kiss his fingertips.

“We’ll defeat him together. We have Bakugo, Deku, and Todoroki, too. The four of you are strong and I want you to see my true strength to prove that I can save and protect Japan with you,” I said. He gives me another sweet kiss and we continue to cook dinner as we exchange smiles.

We have dinner and then cuddle up next to each other in bed. I laid my head on his chest as his arms tighten around me. “Night, my hero. We will win, save, and protect Musutafu,” I sighed. He held me tighter and planted a kiss on my forehead. “Goodnight, pebble.” I heard him hesitate that he wanted to say more, but he didn’t. We slowly drift off in our dreams.

…………………………………………………………………………

Kirishima, Bakugo, and I arrive at the train station to meet Todoroki and Deku. They all sat together as the guys caught up. I stared at the window at a seat adjacent from them.

“So how did you meet (Y/N),” Deku asked nonchalantly.

“She---she is a chef at a sushi bar downtown. She gave us an awesome experience,” Kirishima said. I knew he would have been embarrassed if he mentioned that I saved his life in an alleyway from a villain.

“Alright, enough small talk. What’s with this villain,” Bakugo scuffed.

“Apparently, the villain is known to have x-ray vision. His name is Angiogram,” Todoroki stated, “You know how there are veins in the body? His quirk can find the large arteries to puncture them or enough to make someone get hurt. He’s killed a lot of people just by looking at them. Also, he is very defensive with energy control, which was given to him by All for One.”

“I believe with all of our quirks that we can attack without getting too close,” Deku added.

“So, what’s the plan,” I said.

“When one of us gets tired out, another comes in to make him weaker. We have to make sure he is constantly distracted by each other so none of our veins explode,” Deku said.

“Kirishima and I will restrain him when he is completely weak then Deku and Bakugo will have the last hit,” Todoroki said.

“Where do I come in,” I said.

“You will help us tire him out. All of us will weaken him. I just thought that Kacchan and I would have the last hit. Just like the old days,” Deku smiled. Bakugo groaned.

“I can do the last hit myself,” Bakugo yelled, “He will die!” The train stopped suddenly. The conductor mentioned that there will be delays then screams over the intercom. Bakugo blasts out of the train car to the front of the train. The windows were splattered in blood. Bakugo comes back to our train car. “We have to move, now!”

All of us land on the ground to find a large figure looking at us. His suit glowed with blue and red lines all over him. “Ah, the heroes are here. Oh, and a girl too.”

“You’ve brought enough destruction to this city and have murdered innocent lives. Do you have any remorse?” Todoroki yelled. Angiogram laughed.

“You make it seem like the world is good. ‘People are generally good’. Bullshit. The world is full of hate. People push their elders into the ground, blame others instead of themselves, and live through their ego. Everyone is generally evil. It’s the heroes that ruin all the fun. Like All Might. He was the Symbol of Peace and he defended “innocent” people when they were evil. Not everyone is good, except heroes. Heroes need to die and evil will rise,” he said.

“You’re wrong!” Deku yelled.

“Well I guess we have to put our opinions to the test,” he said. He charged at us. Todoroki stepped in front of us and made an ice wall to distract him. Kirishima hardened and charged at Angiogram. He took some punches then punched Kirishima back. Bakugo came forward with his explosions to the front and back of his body. The smoke surrounded him, but I detected his wrist and fought with my jujitsu moves. He anticipated my moves, but I was also a distraction when Deku smashed his back with his strength and wind pressure. Todoroki blasted his fire towards him and we each had turns to tire and weaken Angiogram.

After a lot of hits, it didn’t seem like Angiogram was getting weaker. All of us started to break sweat as we kept charging at him. He was too defensive. There was a moment where we stood still. Angiogram started to evil laugh.

“Thanks for the warmup. Now it’s my turn to kill you,” he said. He used his eyes to Bakugo. Kirishima charged and punched him to block his x-ray vision from hurting Bakugo. All of a sudden, Angiogram pulls out a syringe and injects himself. “With the power of All for One, I can kill all heroes,” he shouted. He rose from the ground, manipulating it to almost like an earthquake. “ONE FOR ALL, FULL COWLING 30%” Deku charges at the villain. The wind blast didn’t affect him as he blocked it with a wave of his hand. “STUN GRENADE” Bakugo attempts to blinds the villain. “FLASHFIRE FIST” Todoroki sends a wave of fire and the villain controls it. “RED ENCOUNTER” Kirishima charges with a straight punch and Angiogram forces the fire he controlled from Todoroki towards him. “TIME PERCEPTION” I used my sword to find the oxygen to find vulnerability in his quirk and I got Bakugo’s blinding effect from his move. The villain rises higher as he sends a punch to each of us as he manipulates our quirks against each of us, slamming us into the ground, one by one. After some broken bones and internal bleeding, we slowly got back up to fight.

“Todoroki! Kirishima!” Deku shouted. “He’s not weak enough,” Kirishima shouted back. “We have to try,” Deku encouraged. Todoroki used his flash-freeze to cool the air then switch to fire while making a ramp for Kirishima to harden his whole body to punch the villain to the ground. “RED RIOT UNBREAKABLE” Kirishima hardened his whole body. Todoroki was then punched to the ground by Angiogram with Kirishima. “ONE FOR ALL 100%” “HOWITZER IMPACT” Bakugo and Deku worked together to create an explosive hit, but they were smashed into the ground. I saw each of them motionless. They still wanted to fight, even with the broken bones to protect others. I knew what I had to do.

I charged at the villain as I got thrown to the ground. I got back up to understand his x-ray vision. He started at me to try to rupture my arteries, but my sword was blocking the major arteries he was trying to burst. I charged at him with my sword. His comeback attack cracked the tip of my sword like glass. The white glow started to ooze out. I didn’t know that the white glow was actually a liquid. I touched the liquid and instantly got absorbed in my skin. My body started to get stronger and all the vision powers gathered to my mind. It was overwhelming, I knew it was what I had to do to defeat Angiogram. I had penetration vision, to know his next movement. I had probability vision, I knew that if I did this move, that I would win the fight. My movement vision was increased. He looked down upon me as I got stronger and charged towards me. When our fists met, he hammered me into the ground physically and mentally with his vision. I struggled, but I kept up my strength and I didn’t give up. I felt my body slowly digging deeper in the ground. My ribs broke. My veins exploded one by one. I could barely breathe. The pain started to increase more and more. Tears started to prick from my eyes. I yelled in pain as my strength increased and so did his. I couldn’t keep up. I look over to my wrist and it started to drop dramatically. I can’t give up. I’ll do my best. Japan is counting on me. Don’t give---

Bakugo and Deku stood up together to blast the villain through the clouds. I saw them fly up to grab him and smash him to the ground. Angiogram was knocked out. Deku and Bakugo fell to the ground. Each of the men stood up, regardless of their injuries. Bakugo held his fist in the air to let the people know that it was done, and they were safe. When the sun rose, Japan’s fear disappeared as the sun came shining in. There were cheers and some cries. They all took in the support of Japan. They smiled at each other and grabbed each other’s fist in the air.

Shoto, Deku, Ground Zero, and Red Riot. The Symbols of Peace and Justice.

Kirishima looked for me and found me in the ground motionless. “(Y/N)!” he cried. They all rushed over to me. Kirishima held my head up.

“Eijiro,” I said faintly in his arms.

“(Y/N),” he whispered.

“Is everyone okay,” I asked.

“Yes, we beat him, (Y/N),” Kirishima’s eyes started to tear up as he smiled through his watery eyes. I chuckled through my tears.

“Listen to me, please. You are great heroes. You are loved and supported by many. And most of all, you will inspire future heroes to be just like you. Todoroki, you stay true to yourself and motivate others. Deku, you never give up and do your best. Kirishima, you protect others and stay strong. And Bakugo has a strong heart that will always be remembered,” Bakugo started to tear up as those words left my mouth. “Eijiro, you have proven how manly you are to the world and to me.”

“Don’t talk like this, please. You’re going to be okay. You’re strong and we beat the villain,” Kirishima said with tears rolling down his face.

“I love you, Eijiro Kirishima,” I said softly.

“I love you, (Y/N),” he cried.

“My clock,” I looked over to my wrist narrowing zero.

“No—no please—(Y/N)—you’re gonna be okay. I promise,” Kirishima said holding me tighter. I cupped his face as he kissed me softly. When I pulled away, I saw his face fade to a white light. He is my sunflower. The one I would always turn to. The light of my life.

Third Person View

Kirishima held (Y/N) as her eyes fluttered closed. “I’ll never forget you,” Kirishima whispered as he tried to hold back his tears.

....................................................................................

A few months later, Bakugo and Kirishima were walking down the street and came across (Y/N)’s sushi bar. Kirishima stopped as he looked down the alleyway that he would take to walk (Y/N) home. “Wanna go in,” Bakugo broke the silence. “No,” Kirishima sighed. They both continue to walk down the street when there was a street vendor selling flowers. Kirishima had an idea. In the alleyway, he decided to paint some small sunflowers on the walls of the alleyway. Under the flowers, he wrote “In memory of Biorhythm”. 

A few days later, he caught up with Kaminari and Sero. “No, man, I don’t think cheese is healthy for you,” Kirishima said. “I had three grilled cheeses and they were so good,” Kaminari laughed. Bakugo stopped at the alleyway where Kirishima would walk (Y/N) down as the rest kept walking.

“Hey, Red,” Bakugo called. The men stop and go over to Bakugo. “What is it, Bakugo,” Sero said. The sunflowers in the alleyway grew. More and more people recognized Biorhythm and her dedication as a hero to Japan. The alleyway was covered in painted sunflowers. Kirishima started to tear up. Bakugo put his hand on his shoulder as he smiled at him. “She deserves this. She’s a hero and my sunflower,” Kirishima said. 

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[meet-the-clown]

prompt: how they meet pierre

word count: 2,245

“Alright, that’s it. Out.” Dell puts the brakes on, hard enough it sends Scout sliding out of his seat and into the dash. The hazy structure of the main base is only barely visible in the distance, but they’ve gone through the old broken down barbed wire fence and passed the stack of rocks that marks the start of the Respawn Zone, so it’s close enough.

“What? Come on, man. It’s still way out dere! I don’t wanna walk all d’way out dere!” Scout’s already hooking a hand around the strap of the backpack shoved between his feet, though, and when Dell gives him a pointed look, he kicks open the passenger door, too. “Dis ain’t fair. I didn’t even do nothin’.”

“Boy, I have had you in this truck for the past three days straight, and the last two of them without even stoppin’ for the night. It’s about time you get yourself on outta here, make those legs’a yers useful, and hike yourself the rest of the way,” says Dell. “It ain’t too far out there. Shouldn’t take more than a good half hour.”

Scout sucks on his front teeth and squints at the hazy shape in the distance. “Bet I can make it dere in fifteen.”

“Doubt it,” he says, because there’s nothing that motivates Scout into doing something quicker than a challenge.

“Nah, I totally can make it in fifteen. I bet I’ll get dere before you. I mean, seriously, you drive like someone’s granny. Out here in da middle’a da desert and ya never even make it up past fiddy.”

“We were on a curving cliff, for one, and for another, you don’t get no say in how I drive,” says Dell. “Last I checked, you don’t even got a license.”

“I kill people for a livin’,” grumbles Scout. He shrugs his bag over his shoulder, adjusting the straps of it. “I should totally be able t’drive without a license.”

“Well ya can’t. And if ya keep standing out here all day runnin’ yer mouth, there ain’t no way that yer gonna be able to get all the way to the base before I do.” Dell puts the truck back into gear. He’s hardly gotten it pushed into second before Scout takes off, hot-trotting across the dusty expanse of red sand.

Dell hasn’t been out to Stovepipe Wells since the first team up and vanished. It looks like Mann Co hasn’t been using it for anything since then, either. There are remnants of the last match scattered around; scorch marks on the grounds, big twists of metal that’s been blown apart. An old water tower has been knocked into a sharp angle about three miles to the east, one leg twisted out under it.

The base itself doesn’t look to be much better. Medic’s van is already parked up front, though it looks like he’s gotten himself distracted by an old, half-rotted coyote that manage to get itself trapped under a gnarly bit of metal. He pulls around to one of the side doors, pulling the pack of blueprints and paperwork out of the dashboard.

“Alright,” he breathes out, pushing open his own door. “Might as well get this done and over with.”

* * *

The inside of Stovepipe Well is even worse than the outside. Classic came long before Miss Pauling was in charge of the mercs, and it looks pretty much like whoever came before her just let them run wild. From what Dell knows of the group – arguably, mostly information that Francois has managed to sweet talk out of Miss Pauling’s briefcase – they didn’t really follow any of the sanctions that come with the job now, or the basic moral code that most people use to function.

It takes a special sort to function in their line of work, Dell won’t argue on that front, but the first team Mann Co employed had the bad tendency of taking things about twenty steps too far. The inside of the base is trashed, wires pulled out of the wall, furniture have blown up. There’s a hole melted in the doorway of what Dell thinks must have been used as the med-bay once upon a time; a room that unfortunately directly attaches to the only place suitable for his own workshop.

Dell likes Ludwig well enough, but the man is loud and distracting.

He steps over the hole in the floor and into the room. There are similar holes pit marking the rest of the room from whatever concoction must have been spilled. Classic must have left Stovepipe in a hurry; long-festered experiments are still strewn out on the various tables shoved into the room, and there’s a corpse that’s mostly nothing but bones half peeking out from under a bloodied sheet.

It’s been here long enough that the stink’s completely gone.

It’s going to need a lot of cleaning, but Dell would bet a pretty penny that Scout will end up doing most of the work for the doc.

“Let’s hope the shop ain’t in worse shape.” Dell sits his tool box down on a counter with a heavy thump. Something rattles. He eyes the counter, half expecting the whole thing to just give in.

There’s another rattle.

It’s not coming from the counter.

“Better just be a coupl’a rats,” grumbles Dell. “I’m not lookin’ to have any live experiments running around.”

No sound for a long few moments, and then the harsh puff of a whistle.

Not rats, then. Dell would have much preferred the rats. Scout’s good at killing rats, and Jane’s good at moving the bigger critters. But they don’t whistle.

Dell squints, giving the room another once over. There’s an even longer stretch of silence before it comes again. Is that coming from the fridge?

“Drats. Couldn’t just be a quick clean up.” Grumbling to himself, Dell walks over to the fridge and makes to pull the door open. It’s stuck. There’s something thick and gray at the bottom of it, pooled under Dell’s boots and sealing the door shut.

He takes a step backward, has to pull his leg so hard it makes his knee pop just to get his boot picked back up.

Grumbling even louder, Dell rubs at his knee, grabs his tool box, and heads for the workshop.

Something to be dealt with later.

* * *

The workshop might be in even worse condition than the rest of the base. Dell spends about twenty minutes trying to clear off a single counter, and then decides he just doesn’t have the patience for it today. The ride out here has left his back a mess, and his patience is just about run out. There’s no power, no lights, no air, just a bunch of broken mechanics.

Ludwig hasn’t shown up yet, and Dell needs to get something completed before going to bed or it’s going to drive him up the wall.

The smallest, easiest task seems to be that fridge. He grabs a half gallon of hexane out from under a pile of trash, and his wrench on the off chance whatever’s in that fridge needs to a swift disposal.

This time, Dell takes care not to step in the slime. He presses the top of the bottle to the slip of seal between fridge and freezer, just dousing the whole side of it. The foul but familiar scent fills the air, burning the back of Dell’s throat. It hisses, the rubber and slime both melting off of the door.

Dell counts to thirty and then gives the handle a good, solid yank. This time, it pops open with a wet, schlick. Unlike the room, the fridge has kept the scent of rot and decay sealed inside. With the power off, it’s hot, and wet, and everything from the beakers to the old glass trays have just sort of festered.

The head sitting on the otherwise empty top shelf, however, has not rotted.

It blinks at him.

Dell jerks backwards, fingers curling tighter around the wrench. The head is gaunt and pale, with bands of dark discoloration around the neck, right above where it’s been sliced off and burned shut. He has the biggest urge to check if the corpse on the other side of the room might be missing a part, but isn’t dumb enough to look away from a blinking head.

“What in the - “ Dell squints. The head looks very familiar. “Exactly how alive are you?”

The head stares at him for a moment. His lips are cracked and scabbed over. A tongue darts out and licks at them. “Debatable.” The voice is a hoarse, creaking sort of rasp. “Qui êtes vous?” And then, voice crackling even more, “ ‘ho?”

“Well, shit,” says Dell. A talking head in the fridge.

Somehow, this feels like a disaster jammed inside three other disasters.

He should have just gone and fixed the power, instead.

* * *

It takes about fifteen minutes for Dell to wrangle in Ludwig, and Scout comes along like the doe-eyed thing he’s been the last three weeks, and then they all sort of just stand in front of the open fridge like a couple of teenagers gawking over a dead cow.

“Zat is absolutely a head,” says Ludwig, cheerfully.

“Fucking gross,” says Scout. He sucks on his teeth. “Is it alive?”

“Oui,” rasps the head. He looks about twenty shades of unimpressed with all of them. Everything about him looks faded, the color drained out of his hair and his skin and his eyes, all grayed out and fuzzy.

“Aw, man, it’s French. Gross,” says Scout. He knocks his elbow into Ludwig’s side. “You wanna take it back and toss it? Bet if I catch it with my bat we could make it hit the fence line.”

“You will not,” says Dell, firmly.

Ludwig reaches in and picks up the head. He holds it uncomfortably close to his own face. “Hallo, mein kleiner körperloser Freund! I am ze Medic. Und who are you?”

Another long, slow blink. Another flick of the tongue over his lips. “A spy. Décomissionné...I think.”

“Ohoho, and very thirsty I would imagine! Come, schatz, let me get you a drink!” Ludwig sweeps off to the other side of the room, head in toe.

Scout says, “so, uh, dis is weird, right? I mean, even for us?”

“Yes, scoot,” says Dell, dryly. “This sure ain’t normal.”

He shifts from foot to foot. “What now?”

“I suppose...now I go call Miss Pauling.”

* * *

“I’m sorry. Can you, ah, run that by me one more time?” Miss Pauling’s voice crackles. The mobile phone hook-up is in Medic’s van, for a reason that Dell has never fully been able to understand. He can practically hear her tilting her head.

“There’s a talking head in the fridge of the med-bay. Haven’t gotten much outta him yet, but he says he’s - “

“A spy, yes, no, I actually got that part. It’s more the talking head bit I was stuck on. You are, ah, being serious, right?”

“Aren’t I always?”

“Right, right, no, you are. Alright, this is – really not something I was expecting. Alright. I have papers, I’ll get them to you by tonight.”

Dell ventures, “papers that explain why there’s a talking head in the fridge?”

“God, no. I have no idea how that’s possible. No one’s used this base in years. By all rights, it should have starved. But I guess it doesn’t actually have a stomach? Not important, right, the papers. I believe they should explain who the head is, or was, or at least what body it belonged too. Whatever term you want to go with.”

There’s the sound of something suspiciously like a gun shot, and then a wet thump of a body hitting the ground.

She continues, “I can’t say much over the phone, but considering that our Spy is accounted for, and the others are all very much dead, I know that personally, mind you, there’s really only one spy it could be. If it even is a spy and not, well, a literal spy.”

Dell rubs at the bridge of his nose. “And who would that be?”

“Pierre Dubois. The last spy hired on with the, ah, original team of mercs hired by Mann Co, before the factions were split.” Another gun shot. Another wet thunk. “He went missing about six months before the rest of the team was decommissioned.”

“Missing.”

“Missing. As in, no one, including their handler, could locate him. We’ve looked since then a few times, but haven’t been able to pick up a trace. Engineer, picking up the trail is literally one of my jobs. The best we could come up with was that between his skills, company assets, and help from the old handler, he went ghost.”

Sometimes, Dell really hates his job.

He says, “but now yer thinking it’s less that he went ghost and more that he’s been sitting here like someone’s leftovers.”

“Exactly,” says Miss Pauling. “So, papers. I’ll have them to you by tonight. I’ve – really got to get this taken care of first. Just make sure that Scout doesn’t turn this into a mess.”

No promises on that one. He did leave Scout and Medic together, without any adult supervision. Lord knows they both need it.

Dell says, instead, “I’ll certainly try.”

A heavy sigh. “Thank you, Engineer.”

And then the line goes dead.

#My writing #fridge'verse #tf2 #tf2 writing

[bowieandqueen11]

Underwater / Ben Hanscom Imagine

Request: May I request an Adult Ben Hanscom imagine where the reader, who is married to Ben, is down in the sewer with the Losers and gets pulled under water by Penniwise? Our man Ben needs some reassurance from his wife that she's okay. Fluffyness! 🥰 

@may85 eek thank you darling!! <3

Warning, some swearing!

You wished, with all your heart, that you never had to smell the stench of this place again.

When you all finally arrived into the depths of the sewer, Mike and Bill leading the way as everyone else trailed so slowly, so unsure, behind them, that’s when you finally allowed your heart to sink.

This was real. This was actually happening. You’re no longer thirteen, you no longer have an excuse, a way out, a way to forget this. You either die here, or you die out there. 

The water the gang jumps down into is a turbid brown, the colour of sewage, or as Eddie fondly calls out again,

‘It’s still the same old fucking grey water.’ 

Branches have been blow in by the storm, and you gag a little, pressing your face into your husband’s thick back as he raises his eyebrows, wrapping one arm around your own as the two of you watch a small, glittery pink shoe swirl pass, like a relic from a time long forgotten as it floats by without a ripple.

‘Was that- was that Betty Rip-’

‘Don’t think about it hun’, Ben whispers, his thumb trying to tenderly stroke against the goosebumps that flash painfully against your arm, but his grip is tighter than he realises and he ends up digging in a small welt. The water eddies around them, but not that relaxed way water usually does: harshly, more like mini vortexes. You can hear Richie swear softly in front of you as Eddie bumps into him, loud ‘ah-ah, nope nope nope’s escaping his mouth as a half chewed teddy bear floats by his chest.

‘Come on guys, we need to get out of the water, it’s n-not f-far now.’

‘Is that supposed to reassure us?’, Richie whispers with a sigh, slapping his wet leg up onto the jagged stone mound as Eddie reaches down to help him up, his flashlight bouncing around on his head and illuminating different patches of the water in a shimmering light that reminds you of-

the deadlights.

Cold water is the most efficient thief of heat you know. It takes what it does not need. The water surges around your skin, rising up my leg on one side, making tiny eddies on the other the further you follow your friends. The weight of the water is almost enough to topple you, the temperature a dare, as if you were racing hypothermia with each wade through its murky depths. In front of you, your husband shivered against your arm, the water so cold it stung into his hips and flattened his shirt against him painfully. Every touch stole another part of his heat, leaching away a few more fractions of a degree. It crept up the fabric of his pants, clamping the icy fibres to his already frigid skin. But he kept going, because he knew in doing this, he could save you. And if killing a clown meant your nightmares would end, that you would be safe again, he would take on the universe one monster at a time.

Sensing your hesitation as the two of you finally start approaching the giant wall of rock where Eddie and Richie stand, brushing each other off with grimaced faces, Ben slowly turns around and pulls you slowly to him, wrapping his arms around you. His embrace was warm, and his big, strong arms seemed very protective when wrapped around your shaking body. The world around seemed to melt away as you squeezed him back, not wanting the moment to end. The simple touch sent a wave of butterflies coursing through your veins, their fluttering wings easing the dread that had settled inside you.

‘I can’t do this Ben, not again, not after last time. What I saw-I saw-’

‘You are so brave, sweetheart, but this time, I’m not leaving you alone for a second. Plus,’ he says, elbowing you slightly with the biggest smile he can muster at the moment, ‘if you see the deadlights, I’ll just have to kiss you again to pull you out and back to me.’

‘Ben Hanscom, I swear!’, you mutter with a hoarse laugh, pulling your arms around his neck and burying your head into the curve of his shoulder. You just needed a moment, just one more moment with your husband in your arms, his hands tight against your hips, safe. 

Everything was okay.

Through the darkness behind your head came the glow of two yellow eyes, like sallow lamplight eight feet off the ground, if only Ben’s had been open to see them, and if only Richie and Eddie hadn’t been having a mock fight over who’s married to who’s mother.. They moved with a slight sway, as if the unseen body prowled like a big cat. The monster advanced on them, its physique hardly discernible in the shadowy twilight of the sewer. With each slow movement that belied the speed it was capable of, slime dripped, oozing great globs of phlegm and depositing them with light splashes into the water; it’s skin was gnarled, but crumpled and folded as if in the midst of changing form. Over it's belly lay crusty flaps of concave skin. The beast reeked of raw sewage and rotten fish. A smell that hit your nose with a rancid pang only a few seconds before it had reached the edge of your shoulder, and Ben had drawn himself away from his warm daydreams of you to open his eyes.

In a split second, it had torn you from Ben’s grasp and dragged you down into the depths with it.

Darkness enveloped you. The water closed in around, filling you with a deep dread as you kicked out against it’s knobbly arms and screamed against the claws that dug into your cheek and left bubbling scratches. Red and black splotches danced in front of you as you gave the clown one final desperate kick in the shin, wiggling out of its grasp as a desperate hot wave enveloped you, warming even your frosted toes. Your heart was beating rapidly in panic, the urgency for air was apparent than ever. There weren't red blotches in your field of vision anymore. It was all black. You opened her mouth, gasping for air, fighting until you feel like your head is about to explode. You have to take a breath. So you do. For some reason it doesn’t hurt like you thought it would. You’re not scared anymore, it’s almost peaceful actually. 

You begin to fall, dropping further and further into the darkness until it threatens to swallow you whole.

Ben knows he’s scared when those old fears run through my head, when he hears the taunting laughter of years past, when he was the ‘fat kid’ and punchline of teenage jokes. He knows he’s scared when these bad memories cut loose their chains and invade his confidence, eroding the person he had built since those dark days. 

But this time was so much worse.

The adrenaline flew over his veins like licks of fire, but he couldn’t move a single muscle, not even to scream. The absolute horror completely paralysed him, and the more he thought about losing you, the more he thought each straggling breathe he pulled in as he dipped his head up above the water would be his last. If you died, he was going to die too. He didn’t remember being that scared in his life.

The rest of the group jump in after you with desperate cries, not one of them caring in the smallest bit for their safety as their stomachs and heads hit against the cold with tumultuous crashes and wake Ben from his nightmare, his own head being pulled down by his brain to desperately search for you in the darkness. Even Eddie dipped his legs in, not really swimming to search for you  so much as drowning slowly. Every few strokes he was swallowing the shitty water and within metres he was fully submerged, the light dying out with him.

It took you a few moments to register that there were other shapes, big square blocks floating around in the water with you. Something in the back of your mind seemed to recognise the sandy curls that brushed against your forehead, the callused and raw hands that grabbed at your biceps, every pinprick touch registering a shock to your skin as you allowed yourself to be taken away. You thought, as you see the face of your husband warp in front of you, that angels had finally come to take you away.

As the two of you break out of the water, Ben taking in a massive, gasping breathe, his shouts echo around the cavernous walls as the other’s begin to rise up one by one with shaking cries.

‘She’s here! She’s here, I’ve got her! I’ve got you.’

In that simple moment he wrapped his arms around you and you let your head rest upon his chest. All your thoughts stopped as if your heart took over from your head, your breathe beginning to catch itself as water spluttered up from your lungs and escaped in gasping coughs out of your lips. Next he would squeeze as if he needed to check you were really there with him, really there and really real.

You looked sharply up as he took your hands into his. They felt like sandpaper or perhaps stone, rough and unfinished. It suited him, you thought, looking into his deep eyes, his hands warm in yours as he brought them up to his lips, your nerves tingling at the harsh comfort of contact, your body melting into his hard chest, his heartbeat comforting, if a little rushed for your liking.

‘It’s okay, Ben, I’m okay.’

You pull your head back to look at him, your heart sinking as you reach up with a shaking finger to wipe away the tears that littered down his cheek, his lips twitching as your touch brings more relief than his heart can hold. He is eating you with his eyes, running his hand through your hair, as if he can't quite believe you’re not part of an almost forgotten dream. When he leans down to kiss you, it's sweet, gentle, and it tastes of his salty tears as he laughs against your warm mouth.

‘Hey, what did I say about not leaving you alone ever again? Please, don’t go, don’t go ever again, I couldn’t take it.’

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[monomonomagines]

Powered Alternate Forms for my Ask

Kaede Akamatsu : Kaede’s alternate form is made of light pink glowing crystals, almost fractal-like in their complexity. While she’s still humanoid, her features are almost entirely hidden due to her crystal’s shape. Her form’s ability is simple - while in motion, her crystals hum, almost sing, and her light glows stronger. Move fast enough, and it could be almost deafening, and blinding, as well. Here’s the thing though - the music formed by her motion is so beautiful that it often compels people to look, in a pseudo-mind-control deal, even when she’s shining like the sun. Her form’s flaw is equally simple - she’s fragile. Not that fragile, thank goodness, but a strong hit on the arm that might only bruise some could cost her her hand. 

  Shuichi Saihara : Shuichi sinks into himself, almost melting into the floor, until he finds himself in his alternate form - a shadow, with visible, if cartoonish eyes separating it from actual shadows. In his form, he gets several advantages - in the dark, he gains perfect clarity of sight, as well as being practically invisible. As well, as a 2 dimensional being, he can easily access places others can’t. However, his form’s flaw is inherent to it’s own being - as a 2 dimensional creature, he now lacks the ability to “interact” with the world, outside of speech, and people, likewise, can’t really interact with him - outside of, like trying to touch him in shadow form.

  Kirumi Tojo : Kirumi got it worst than most - she’s not even shaped like a person in her new form.  Instead, she became a hollow mass of quicksilver webs twice as big as the average person. The downsides are obvious - the webs are weak - struggling to pick up something even  as heavy as a glass of water. For the Ultimate Maid, it must be something akin to a torture. Her abilities are two-fold, in this form. First, she can quickly and easily coordinate her webs for movement- essentially, multitasking, allowing her to put the strings that now make up her body to good use. Second, of someone enters the hollow inside of her, she can constrict - forcibly taking over their body, for as long as she wants. 

  Kaito Momota : The Luminary of the Stars got lucky, and became them - Kaito becomes a constellation, a collection of “stars” about an inch in diameter, forming the approximate shape of Kaito Momota. While stuck in this form, he loses the ability to touch others, lest he risk burning them with his powerful heat. However, he in exchange, he gains high speed flight, and the ability to slightly manipulate the “position” of his stars relative to himself.

  Himiko Yumeno : Himiko seems to almost shrink down even smaller, and speeds up - she becomes a fairy of sorts, even growing wings. Magic really is real, huh? The downsides of this form are self-evident - she’s much smaller, only a foot high - and the form’s unrelenting speed contrasts with her, shall we call it, relaxed nature. However, aside from the ability to hover, these wings also grant Himiko the ability to release “fairy dust” - a glittering dust that puts people who inhale it straight to sleep.

  Ryoma Hoshi : This form is kind of a cruel one for Ryoma - A violent one, underlying his criminal past. Specifically, this form appears to be made of pure “force” - visually, this looks like a 3-dimensional grid, in the shape of Ryoma. This form reflects - things that Ryoma picks up, or that touch him, at first sink in, before being blasted away at high speeds. However, with mental effort, this can be restrained. Of course, if being a reminder of how you murdered a ton of people isn’t bad enough of a disadvantage for you, this form has another issue - it even “reflects” light and sound - if Ryoma isn’t mentally putting effort in to turn off his form’s ability, he’s blind, and deaf.

  Maki Harukawa : Both Maki’s lie, and the truth about her is reflected in this alternate form. Suited towards sneaking around, and killing, this form initially looks unsuspecting - essentially, it looks like if Maki were a Muppet - stuffing, plush, and all. However, this form can unfold itself to reveal an assortment of knives, daggers, and blades, which can be fired at high velocity. The downsides to the form honestly aren’t too bad, too - It’s just the generalized lack of self respect  due to being a goddamn stuffed animal.

  Rantaro Amami : While this boy is lacking in the memory department, that just means his form can give some hints! The form that Monokuma forces Rantaro Amami into could be described as something akin to an armored ATV - but made of a smooth, glossy material. While in this form, Rantato can’t move normally - it’s essentially like driving a car. However, in exchange, he’s gifted a perfect sense of direction, and, unbeknownst to him, he has no weak points - if you wanted to kill him in the ATV form, you’d have to grind it to dust. 

  Tenko Chabashira : Tenko was already skilled at the practice of Neo-Aikido. This form was tailored to best fit the martial art- at the cost of everything else. The form is essentially a large mass of limbs - hands and legs alike. While stuck like this, Tenko gains a perfect grasp on the concepts behind both classical Aikido, and her master’s Neo-Aikido, and can perfectly pull it off, as well. On the other hand, it perfectly follows the principles following that of the original Aikido - she can’t permanently damage anything, like this. 

  Gonta Gokuhara : Gonta finally gets the point of view of the insects he loves so much - becoming an insectoid version of himself. Aside from gaining a beetle’s shell, and antenna, Gonta also gains multiple arms, and compound eyes. The form gives him enhanced durability, thanks to the shell, and a form of danger sense and emotion reading, thanks to his enhanced antenna. However, this form is highly over-stimulating - especially due to Gonta’s new compound eyes, which his brain isn’t wired for.

  Tsumugi Shirogane : Even someone who subsists off of references to other things must have something unique about them to become their form - In Tsumugi’s case, it’s her skill with costumes themselves that inspire this form. Tsumugi’s form is simply one of the mannequins that she uses so much, to display her art, and to glorify the characters she references. However, these mannequins can instantly summon any kind of clothing Tsumugi can think of, down to the last detail - However, these clothes are inevitably “stamped” with her - stitching ends up in the shape of her face, details end up referencing her -  the like.

  Kokichi Ouma : What is an Ultimate Supreme Leader without followers to lead? This form allows Kokichi to run his talent to it’s limit. At first, it may seem that Kokichi hasn’t changed at all. However, that assumption can soon be proven wrong - In fact, Kokichi’s alternate form makes 10 “ghostly” versions of himself, all of which can “overlap” each other, while still affecting the real world, giving him quite the numbers advantage. However two things hold him back here. First - the copies are weak - 1/10th the strength of the original, to be exact - together, they form exactly 1 Ouma. Secondly, it’s not a hive mind - Each Ouma has their own memories, and they can often lose time arguing amongst themselves, even though they’re all the same Kokichi Ouma.

  Angie Yonaga : An artist making works for a god, this form gives Angie the opportunity to become her own greatest work. The form itself is a perfect life sized wooden sculpture of Angie, made with absolute detail. In this form, while Angie is completely immobile, she can “channel Atua’s miracles.” This takes the form of the ability to teleport from room to room, as well as the ability to “fire the word of Atua”, shooting beams of gold that, on contact, implants the memories of Angie speaking to you - after all, as a wooden statue, she can’t speak for herself. 

  Korekiyo Shinguji : An anthropologist studying humanity, this form encourages his studies in the outside world - too bad he’d have to murder to get out. Korekiyo isn’t too bad off, all things considered - He still has his human form - it’s just that his head is hollow now, and he has a hole where his face should be. No blood, or anything like that - it’s just a hole all the way through. Also, no hands.  In exchange for that, however, he gains the ability to “see the past” in an item, seeing it in its prime, how it was used, and things people have said around it. 

  Miu Iruma : Bold and brash in one moment, quiet and submissive the next, this form was made to fit Miu’s personality to a T. At first, this form is just an amorphous mass of golden slime - Miu moves slowly, and it’s generally just a pain to be in. However, by putting a lot of mental energy into designing a robotic form for herself, she can shapeshift the golden slime she inhabits to an actual robotic body - the more complex the addition to herself is, the more mental energy she needs to expend to do so however. Put too much into the form, and she’ll end up with migranes from the effort. But limitless possibility needs a damper- can’t have one player getting too strong, after all. Here’s the thing. Every night, at 3 in the morning, all changes Miu has made to herself will revert back to nothing. She’s slime again. It sucks, but that’s how motivations work. Harsh on some, easy on others.

Keebo : Just a sweet robot boy, who wanted to be treated with respect as a human. This form twists that wish. Keebo was proud of being a robot - he wanted respect, not to “be human”. Therefore, his new form is that of a completely average human boy. However, to be human is to suffer - Keebo, every hour, gains symptoms of a different disease, losing the ones of the last hour. His power, on the other hand, is the ability to temporarily “pass on” his symptoms to someone else for the rest of the hour by touching them. Keebo definitely deserves better than this, but what can you do? 

#ref for imagine #not an imagine #reference #goes to the previous imagine #submission

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Dating the “Lesser” Ipliers

Note: These will have some of the Ipliers that either aren’t too well known and/or have only been in one video.

Cooliplier (Niko)

Like any old-school date, Niko will take you to a 50s-80s themed diner, where you both share a meal and a milkshake.

Other times he’ll take you to a skating rink or a drive-in theater or to the park for a nice walk.

He always talks to you about his childhood and the shenanigans he got into as a high-school delinquent.

They’re always quite amusing, although at times you worry for his well-being considering the amount of fights he managed to recount.

He finds it sweet that you care for him that much, and as time goes on he starts to show more of his softer side.

Of course, though, he won’t let anyone steal you away, and he’s willing to throw a few rounds with some punk if necessary.

Fortunately nobody messes with you since he has the Cool Patrol on his side.

They are hardcore shippers of you two, although it took them a while to trust that you won’t break Niko’s heart.

Chefiplier (Malcolm)

Prepare for this man to spoil you with food a lot.

Once he figures out your favorite breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, and snacks, he will have them all made for you during your birthday and the anniversary of you two being together.

If you really wanna start cooking alongside him, Malcolm won’t mind it a bit. He’ll be happy to show you how everything works and all the tips/tricks.

For actual dates beyond his kitchen, he’ll take you to the beach.

Even though he’s hot-headed at times, you learn he’s extremely cuddly and clingy.

It’s really only because he thinks you’ll leave him for another ego, or that you only love him for his food.

But you reassure him it’s not the case. You love him for far more than just his cooking.

He’s a compassionate and loving man with a big heart, and you felt more than happy to be asked out by him.

Goopiplier (Goopy)

First off, when you even asked him if he wanted to try dating, this slime/glue monster cried and hugged you so damn tightly.

He actually started melting from how happy he felt, so you had to calm him down quickly before he ended up all over your floor.

After that incident you managed to help him stabilize his human form (where the goop occasionally droops from his mouth) so he can take you out on proper dates.

Most days, though, he just spend them cuddling you and purring as you pet his slimy form.

In that form he loves hugging you with extra arms he can create, and stretching himself out so you can lay on him/he can curl around you.

All Goopy can do is shower you in physical affection, and he feels bad for being too nervous to take you out anywhere.

You always tell him you don’t mind it a bit. He was learning and you’re proud of him.

Sometimes his emotions can get out of hand, turning him into a large and vicious slime monster, falling on basic instincts, but you’re able to calm him down swiftly.

Naturally, he sees you as a source of comfort and safety, so when his mind shifts he always goes right to you.

Yandereplier (Yan)

You were always nervous around Yan, considering his murderous and obsessive nature. Heck, at one time you admitted you were more scared of him than Dark.

But after you became his “senpai” and then his lover (hopefully without any loss of life), you saw him put a whole 180 on his personality

He behaved like an energetic puppy, always excited to see you when you walked into the room, clinging to you while you go about your day, etc.

At first it becomes a little too much for you, but after a while you don’t mind it at all.

Everyday he tells you he loves you, kissing you, hugging you, leaving you notes on the mirrors and the like. They always put a smile on your face.

As far as dates go, he’ll take you into town, wearing a white button-up shirt and some black jeans. Least to say his change of attire impresses you, although you find his uniform adorable.

Yan honestly never thought he’d get as far as a confession from you, so he’s a little at loss sometimes as to how to impress you even more.

Probably the best thing you’ve done for him was convince him to lock away his weapons and give you the keys for them.

Sometimes, though, he has nightmares about you leaving him and calling him a monster, or your slain body on the ground before him.

And on those nights his cries break your heart, so you stay by his side no matter what and makes sure he knows you’re real and alive, and you’ll never abandon him.

Eric Derekson

This poor nervous trainwreck actually confessed to you after all the commercials for the Christmas livestream were filmed.

You’ve only known Eric for a little while, but he couldn’t get over how kind and encouraging you were while his dad kept pushing him.

So when you said “yes” to going out with him, he tried to keep his cool but ended up breaking into tears anyway.

When he’s not filming with Derek, he’ll take you out on walks to the park, shopping, etc.

And he’s such a sweet gentleman, oftentimes the complete opposite of his father in that regard.

During cuddles he takes off his leg prosthetics so you’re not feeling any cold metal or plastic.

In those tender and semi-intimate moments, you’ll feel the stumps and murmur sweet nothings to him.

Of course it moves him to tears instantly.

Sometimes he’s afraid that you’ll die if he’s near you, but anytime that insecurity shows itself you pull him closer and promise that it’ll never happen.

Priestiplier (Priest)

Despite being a devout religious man, Priest still wanted to pursue a loving relationship with you.

Of course, it took him a long time to really confess, considering how scared he is to lose those he loves to the demons

So he's extra protective over you whenever Dark, Yan, or Actor are nearby.

You understand though and just give him comforting kisses.

Regardless of your religion (or lack thereof), he always prays for you.

Dates usually consist of walks through the park (though he prefers the daytime with other visitors wandering around).

Sometimes his past failures come back to haunt him in the form of nightmares, though he doesn't tell you of them till much later.

He may gift you a small bottle of holy water, just for safekeeping. Or even a flower or two for anniversaries

#iplier egos #iplier egos x reader #cooliplier #chefiplier #goopiplier #yandereplier #eric derekson #priestiplier #headcanons

[clown-bait]

Release

I wrote this kinda self indulgent smutty drabble yesterday and forgot to post it. So here is some fresh Pennywise x reader stuff hope yall like.

You know he’ll be upset. You slid out of his embrace this morning like precious water slipping through fingers. He glared at you as you left him with a single molten yellow eye as bright as the fires of hades. You knew that look and you knew you were taking something precious away from him. You told him to get over it, you told him you absolutely could not play hookie for him on your first day of your new job. But this was Pennywise. The godlike being was either perpetually horrifying or a spoiled child, sometimes both on a bad day. And still you loved him more than you had ever or will ever love a human partner. Based on the look he gave you when you ignored his demanding "Stay." to go shower, you might say he was on the same page. You tell him he needs to find a hobby and he snarls grumbles like a cranky child. When you kissed your mate goodbye you knew, he was upset today.

You got home and collapsed on your couch feet too sore to walk on. Your groceries could survive sitting in the bag for a little while longer. You were hungry so you pulled out the mediocre grocery store sushi you had bought for dinner and scarfed that down. And that's when you realize your mate had not come running to greet you. Even if you left him for a couple of hours to run and errand the clingy eldritch would rush you before you even got your foot through the door.  Maybe it he was still angry. You told him to suck it up this morning when he was being particularly pushy had you gone too far? Things were quiet but they were calm and relaxed not a single eerie feeling of being watched hung in the air. And that bothered you. The familiar feelings of self doubt and anxiety began to stew inside your brain. You could beat the bad thoughts away all you wanted but they still festered in the back of your mind. You're tired you hurt and now your head is sick. "Go to bed" you tell yourself as you lazily shove your groceries in the fridge, not even taking out the chips and shampoo. You drag yourself to your bed the lingering smell of circus taints the sheets and the fluffiest and nicest of your pillows. He insisted on getting that one as his and that thought makes you smile. You strip down to nothing,  too exhausted to put on PJs, and you slide under your cozy down feather comforter. You're sad before you drift off.

On the cusp of sleep you are startled by loud heavy steps. The owners feet must be massive as they leisurely drag into your room. You wonder if this is that sleep paralysis thing you've heard so much about until the weight of your bed dips drastically and you're manhandled backwards by long vine like limbs trapping you like an octopus. His tongue, wet and slime covered, drags over your neck, your cheeks, your lips. Your clown begins his ritual grooming of you that he usually only saves for after a rough and harsh fucking.

"Pennywise where were you?" You mumble and turn to face him.

"Work." he grunts and you finally notice how disheveled he is. His normally perfectly coiffed hair hung loose and frazzled his eyes bore bags  more intense than usual and his right rib cage had a nasty bruise that you don't doubt was once a fatal injury by human standards. You noticed his suit and ruff were gone too which he only removed if he needed to form new ones.

"Tough crowd today?" You ask him feeling endeared that he went out hunting instead of bothering you. Sometimes he really is capable of listening.

Your clown grunts and continues to lick. "Didn't ruin my grand finale." He said with his tongue out. His hands are now pressing soothing circles deep into your sore muscles and that feeling of his clay mask textured skin pressed so tightly against your own was a welcome relief. "You smell different. I don't like it." He pouted baring his fangs "And you look like you fell off a building. When I said get a hobby I didn't mean get yourself killed."

He snorts with amusement "As if my prey could ever actually harm me my dear."

"What'd you go after an entire high school football team?"

"Only the one!" He bounces to life cheery as ever and you laugh the bad thoughts sizzle out of your mind leaving ashes. "Alright you've guilted me enough turn around" You sigh and you swing your leg over his slender hips as he does so excitedly. Your hands run up over the back of his marble torso and he lets out a deep pleasured groan as you start to massage him. "Pennywise just didn't know what to do with himself all day long!" He began to chatter trying to get sympathy like a begging puppy. "Had to find other means of entertainment." You can hear the smile in his voice and your hands stop. That shithead. You touch the right side where his big supposed injury was and he doesn't even flinch.

"Oh my god." Your hands leave him completely. "You little shit!" You growl and he flips over with the look of a kid who's hand was caught in the cookie jar. His shit eating grin grows on his lips and it tells you everything you need to know. He's still upset and now you are too. You feel a claw on your ass and you snatch his hands holding them over his head "and what are you going to do about it tiny thing." He growls. "Left me aaaalll alone today! Think I'd let you get away with a stunt like that hmm?" You feel the slime covered thing that served as his cock caress your ass. His claws dig into your hands and you let go in pain seconds later he's got you by the throat and has pulled you down onto his lips as his talons rake into your ass and hips. You're furious at him for a stunt like this and you grab his throat back. You try squeezing but you can't he's made out of steel and he laughs "Harder!" Like its a fucking game to him. So you decide to play his way. You growl in his face and bite him, hard. The moan he lets out is obscene and he grips your ass like its his personal stress ball. You come up for air and his blood is running up your lips and yours down his hands. That is when you crash together like two freight trains. His feverish kisses give away his desperation for you and the way his alien cock has been sliding back and forth between your cunt lips you'd be lying if you said you hadn't missed him all day yourself. His mouth is all over your top half you cant tell which spots are going to have hickies and which are gonna leave a mark into next week. He pushes you up and away from him abruptly and grabs your hips grinding you down back and forth over his curling cock. It pressed upward into your pussy with each rock like an arching cat trying to get the most out of being stroked. He still looks disheveled but you know its real this time and his eyes ooze pure want and lust as he looks at your sweaty post work body. He doesn't care your perfect makeup has melted or your hair is a mess. His queen doesn't need to look regal to get him off and messy is one of his favorite looks on you. He slides you back and forth for what seems like torture until one particular long rock pushes your hips up, up and up then downward onto his slick and throbbing cock. He fills you like you were made to sheath him, and you know the look on your face as he did was as depraved as the sound that left your mouth. He swats your ass hastily and you buck in surprise making him growl in pleasure "Move!" He commands as he does it again "More!" His voice is haggard and needy you try to use opportunity to piss him off one last time "say please." You groan giving away your own want for him. He snarls and sharply thrusts from the bottom reminding you who holds the reins at the moment. "Please." He sneers and does it again, this time you let out a whimpery moan. "You can have more if you do as I say. Move."

And you do, god you do. You start to ride him rocking your hips into your bouncing encouraging that perfect alien appendage of his to curl and press inside you. He tosses his head back with a groan of pleasure guiding your hips into that dipping motion. His fangs are out and you know he's enjoying himself his breathing coming from his panting lips like steam. You moan like a whore for him you can't help it when he knows you literally inside and out. Your clown lets out a horrible snarl and he grips your hips harshly using you like a fleshlight. Not that you're complaining at all, you could never ride him this fast and that release is quickly on the horizon. Pennywise's moans are now deep and monstrous, he's lost in you. His feisty mate, his queen. He growls loud and hits that sweet spot within you hard which sends your orgasming his name in a voice you're pretty sure you've never made before. Your body trembles all the way to your toes and he pulls you down against him holding you by the neck with his teeth while still thrusting hard. He snarls and warmth floods your insides with what you couldn't hold racing up your scratched rear. You lay there panting in a heap more exhausted than you've felt in a while. Pennywise's soft lips on your forehead bring you back to earth and you look at your mate. He gives you a hazy smirky grin that's mostly buck teeth and drool. "Missed ya!" He giggles and you grab his cheeks forcing him to endure nuzzles and kisses. Not that he actually minds.

#pennywise #pennywise x reader #pennywise x you #lemon #it fanfiction #pennywise fanfiction

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Rimuru Tempest: No Longer Alone

So sorry for not posting any new fanfictions, I got sick, pulled into some family drama, a family member passed away, and work has been kicking my butt. But, everything is okay now, and I hope you all really like this one. 

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Starring up at the trees above from beneath the deep water, you waited and listened. What was there to do when you were stuck, constantly swimming in a never-ending circle all alone at the bottom of your dark home? Being an Ashray wasn’t very much fun, not when your family and relatives had left you long ago. The dark sky was beautiful, and you could see the shining stars just barely through the tree leaves casting a shadowy abyss over your pool of water. You wondered, who among your family was alive and how many had become puddles in the sunlight. As your eyes continued to scan the stars in silence, you flapped your translucent wings and descended to the bottom of the water, quietly resting against the lake floor and closing your eyes. Daybreak would be soon, and that meant it would be time to sleep. But with nothing better to do, going to bed early seemed to be the best way to make time pass.

It wasn’t normal for an Ashray to wake during the day, or be awake at all during the sunlight shined. All the fish at night cowered away from you, hiding in multiple little holes within the floor and the side of your lake home. This also made it hard for you to eat when you got hungry so starving had to be another one of your favorite pass times. Yet, loud noises from many beings seemed to echo from above the water of your home, someone probably about to intrude upon your dwelling. You cracked open your eyes slowly, fish swimming around happily in peacefully, in plenty of bunches. Dark green figures seemed to kneel close to the edge. Their conversation was muffled due to the distance, but it didn’t sound like they’d be jumping into your waters soon. With a slight huff, you close your eyes once more and went back to sleep. On the surface, the ruler of the Tempest Alliance was standing away from the edge of the new-found lake they could use for fresh water and food resources. However, despite Gobta getting close and sticking his hands into the cool water, there was a power here he could sense. It felt like it could be strong if it was in a pack, but the power belongs to a single being, and almost felt lonely. As the blue-haired man stepped forward, he looked down into the water and quietly scanned it, none of his skills working in finding out where the current power was coming from. “I remember this area, this lake used to be guarded by many Ashrays, but it seems they’ve all disappeared. Whether they’ve left of their own accord or were killed, this lake looks safe enough for us to use now,” Benimaru spoke. Rimuru quietly turned to the Great Sage in his mind, questioning what Ashray’s were without having to embarrass himself in front of his own comrades. “This area used to be home to a large pack of Ashrays, which can often be mistaken for sea ghosts. They are completely translucent and nocturnal. If exposed to sunlight, they melt and become a puddle of water.” Rimuru nodded his head in understanding. Though invisible for now, the single power he felt must have been a leftover Ashray. With a smile, Rimuru turned back to his companions and nodded his head happily. “All right everyone, we’ll be setting up camp here for the night, we’ll fish and eat happily,” Rimuru exclaimed with a raise of his fist, everyone else cheering in happiness alongside him. Everyone set up tents as friendly chatter filled the air. Rimuru quietly stared down at the lake before walking away, deciding on helping with raising tents. As they raised the tents and a few creatures rested, the night rolled its way across the sky and small lamps and they created fires to see within the dark. Rimuru watched happily as Gobta and many others of his people ran and jumped into the water, enjoying the cool water on the hot night air. Sighing gently, Rimuru leaned back against a tree with his Kijin sitting peacefully beside him. “Hey Benimaru,” Rimuru spoke, trying to catch the attention of his subordinate. “Yes, Lord Rimuru?” “You said Ashray’s used to live here yet you couldn’t feel here anymore. Would there be a reason for a pack to leave one behind?” Benimaru quietly pondered of his King’s words, thinking and tracing back to all the information he knew about the creatures before giving a gentle shake of his head and facing Rimuru. “Ashrays hardly ever separate from their pack, much less a single person. If there was one left behind, it was by accident or on purpose. Either all the Ashray’s that once belong to this lake got named and walked off, forgetting someone, or they voluntarily didn’t want a name and stayed. Why they would do something like that is beyond me,” Benimaru shrugged before facing the lake and watching his comrades play. The slime in human form nodded his head in understanding, watching his friends swim around happily and splash water at one another. His eyes seemed to zero in on Gobta as he was suddenly yanked under water, causing Rimuru too suddenly stand from his position. “I think they left one of them behind,” Rimuru muttered. He shed most of his clothes quickly, keeping his pants and shirt, and his sword as he rushed over to the lake with a small smile, he jumped up high before falling into the lake, others quickly getting out of the water to grab their weapons. As Rimuru fell into the water he quietly stared at your form, holding Gobta wrapped up in your tail that seemed to hold a dark purple glow too it, the Great Sage speaking up in his head once more. “This Ashray’s barbed tail can scratch enemies and inflict them with poison.” Rimuru gave a small smile before pulling his sword, easily dashing and shooting himself down out through the water, grabbing Gobta carefully and avoiding a scratch from the tail. Both of you raced through the water, Rimuru quickly shooting out of the water and into the air, quickly mimicking wings to stay above the water, only for you to come to a quick halt, your form visible to all of those around the lake, your body almost the entire size of the entrance. Rimuru smiled gently and turned his head in a questioning way. “If you’re willing to calm down and talk we’ll listen to what you have to say, but starting a fight with someone like me is not a wise idea,” Rimurur called. He returned Gobta to the floor beside the lake and easily jumped back into the water, descending to the height of the Ashray before him and smiled gently. “So you’re an Ashray, and from what I’ve been told you live in packs. You should know better than to pick a fight with someone like me,” Rimuru smiled. You stared at his friendly smile and you didn’t feel any aggression from him. You calmed down, flapping your gentle wings gently in the water to stay in place. “I don’t know who you are,” you spoke. Rimuru’s eyes widened in surprise before pouting. “I’m Rimuru Tempest!” “Oh, the one the Words of the World told had formed a new nation, I’ve never seen you before, or really heard of you.” Rimuru seemed to cross his legs in the water, carefully sitting in place in front of you beneath the surface of the water, all of his friends staring down at him and yelling for him to come out. The blue-haired boy seemed annoyed, and you held your small wing out too him. “I can take you deeper, and talk with you in peace if you’d like,” you mumbled. Rimuru smiled gently and nodded his head. Listening to you speak, he could hear the sorrow and the sadness, and the slight hope of finally finding a new friend. He questioned, have you been here alone for a long time? As he quickly held onto the back of your form, you dove deeper, the light slowly dimming as you both reached the bottom. Rimuru stepped off and sat down on the floor, the noises of his patrons now a distance whisper up above. “My family left a long time ago… I stopped counting the days and wishing for their return, I knew all of my family and friends had become puddles in this world by now. Someone came by and gave a few of my pack names, granting them actual bodies to move around outside our body of water. They promised to come home, and they never did. The same man came back and granted more of us names, and more of us names. Everyone said to stay behind, watch the lake, protect it from people trying to destroy our home but now, now I’m the only one left,” you cried gently. You large body flattened against the lake floor in silence. Rimuru could sense the pain you were feeling, the loneliness, the abandonment. To be left behind, waiting, only for no one to ever return back home. Rimuru stretched his hand out and pet you softly with a small frown. “I’m sorry to hear they have abandoned you. I know you have a strong connection to this lake, but it appears to be a dark cage. How about I make a deal with you, and you’re free to reject this as you’ve done before,” Rimuru laughed gently. You picked up your head and looked at him quietly. “I’ll give you a name, and you can join me and my nation. You can come back and check and see if any of your family finally came back as many times as you like. In return, we only wish to fish here and use fresh water. I will bring no harm upon your family once they have returned here, in return you won’t be trapped here waiting alone anymore. You will have a second home and family to lean on,” he spoke. Holding his hand out gently to you, the sudden welcome-ness of his arms and thought of being able to escape and maybe even travel to find the rest of your family was exciting and overwhelming. With a quick shake of your body, you agreed, and he smiled brightly back at you. “Come, then.” Rimuru stood from the bottom of the ocean and shot up quickly, pulling himself out of the water and sitting on the grass, laying down on it with a sigh. He was quick to sit up and look down at your form, only inches from the top of the water. He placed his hand on his chin and thought quietly. He couldn’t just give one person a boring name like Fiela – 45H like he had done with the orc tribe after the Orc Lord had been defeated. As he thought and mulled names over, one finally stuck out as he looked at your form, reaching his hands back into the water to carefully pet your head. “Your name will be _____,” Rimuru smiled. His smile seemed to falter, giving a weak chuckle as he suddenly fell forward into the water with a splash, easily blacking out.

#rimuru tempest #rimuru #rimuru tempest x reader #readerinsert #rimuruxreader #that time i got reincarnated as a slime #Gobta #ashray #mythical creature #gender neutral reader insert

[reddogf13]

Summer nights ch 2

Pennywise x Beverly

summery:   Beverly has the bad luck of being caught by a clown during mating season. while the clown has the bad luck of being stuck with her. will the both of them survive each other these next few months? (warning that this is basically smut and %2 plot. 10 years after the movie.)

status: complete

rated: M - fowl language, gore, and  sex scene ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

previous chap: Summer nights ch 1

next chap: Summer nights ch 3

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~ch:2 Honeymoon~

The next two days following almost exactly as the first. Him waking to tease her though leaving rough marks anywhere he could. Dominantly teasing out of her words of begging to breed her. Fucking for hours until they were both exhausted. Shed fall asleep while he “rested” down next to her. Laying still with eyes closed, yet fully awake and aware of his surroundings. unmoving when she awoke early this morning to sit up into straddling him. Not minding as long as she stayed on him without attempt to sneak away.

She looked back to him seeming asleep with arms resting behind his head. Her mornings of waking like this becoming normal. Rising while literally entangled by his long member twisting around almost snake like. To call him big was an understatement having a whole 5 feet of length to work with. Right now the black organ looping around one of her legs to around her waist and winding up her chest to squirm around her shoulders. Holding the very tip of it in one hand to gently rub it with her thumb. Anyone else in her predicament may think of forcing it to painfully snap. Start thinking up some escape plan to flee the monster who kidnapped her, But not her.

she was happy to settle down by him even if he caused her a bit of pain. Looking down at the various marks he had left over her. A collar of open teeth marks circling her neck to claw marks lining her hips. Unable to see the deep ones on her back that she could feel stinging under open air. Maybe one day she could step off the bed to catch a glimpse of herself in the vanity mirror. Eyes wandering around the wagon room to land back on the clown. Fully looking over him for the first time since he stripped the costume. Smooth marble white skin aside from black markings that faded from the ends of his limbs. The skin having a fine softness like a marshmallow that was satisfying to touch.

Petting a small patch of his stomach to touch his soft skin. The highly toned muscle her palm glided against the longer her petting went. Feeling his long length move against her to wrap along her arm. Her legs tensing at her entrance being slid up against in the extending. Finding herself wrestling against the thing coiling around her to further stimulate itself. The teasing bringing up thick bright blue cum droplets to its tip. Being filled many times by him, but this was the first time she'd actually seen what his looked like. Despite the large amounts it never dripped out, but disappeared it seemed. Its color she found beautiful to look at as it pooled in front of her.

A tempting smell off of it hitting her in the form of freshly baked cinnamon rolls. stomach growling at the mouth-watering scent after, In her whole time down there, she hadn't ate or drank anything. Looking back to the resting clown who she was sure wouldn't be going out for her to fetch things. Gazing back at his twitching tip in a sickening desperate hunger. Disliking the thought of swallowing the substance for a makeshift meal. Stomach urging her to not think about it too much and just eat. It definitely smelled good, but how did it taste?

Bringing the tip to her mouth for a gentle suck. Finding the flavor a lovely sweetness and the liquid not as thick a slime to swallow. Reminding her of a mostly melted vanilla milkshake as she ate him up. The giving supply shortly running out needing her to give further massaging. Wondering why after a few minutes he wasn't giving more than a spoonful at a time. Trying to work him up a bit through light nibbling along it. Getting it to twitch out a larger amount each time. Soon that didn't produce enough having her light nibbling turning more desperate. rougher bites she nervously checked back to him each time. A normally sensitive organ receiving bites wasn't usually promoted.

Remaining in his resting state had her seeing it as okay to go further on her roughness. Biting with enough pressure she was surprised didn't produce a mark on the twitching member. Eyes shutting tight over each bite as the wriggling thing between her teeth brought up the imagery of biting into a snake made of rubber. Sucking on the tip afterwards for the small amount of sweetness filling her stomach.

Pennywise was aware the entire time, but didn't feel the need to bother. As he was quite enjoying the treatment of her roughness between swallowing him down. Peeking one eye open to secretly watch her work him up for a burst of cum to suck on. Up until he realized she was eating him, that, he couldn't allow. Sitting up to claw into her shoulders startling her into a rough swallow of the last amount she could gather. Shyly looking up to him with a blush at being caught over what she was doing. The world whizzing by for her to now be laying back on the bed. Untangled from him to be underneath his grinning face.

“what were you doing, my pet?” smiling down at her in knowing the answer already. Bringing a deeper blush to her face while keeping quiet. Her stomach answering for her in a starving growl. Having hardly gotten anything off the few minutes she worked him. “do you want more?” staring her down into an honest answer of nodding. Patting her face “open wide.” He spouted a laugh while adjusting their positions. Hovering his drooling jaws between her legs while his dripping member squirmed over hers. Opening her mouth allowed it to squirm right down her throat. Thankfully not shoving his entire length down to start suffocating her. The slime it oozed numbing her throat to prevent any reactive gagging. Right away she felt a heated thickness sliding down her throat to collect at her stomach. His palm pressing down on her filling stomach to gauge how much more she could handle.

“don't be afraid to bite now.” teasing her first in a long slow lick. Licking along the spots that had her react the most. Fidgeting the only way she could through biting as he pinned her down everywhere else. Purring into her when she took up rubbing the rest of him that wasn't shoved down her throat. Squeezing him for more the same one would for yogurt out of a tube. When her stomach grew full she worked to stop the biting that ended up more difficult to do then thought. His purred licks between her legs keeping the climaxes up to tense her body. Including her jaw fighting through the waves to not bite down.

Pennywise was completely willing to keep filling her up past the limit. Make her regret her actions for tasting him without permission, but he was going to be charitable. Pulling himself free from her throat as he raised his pressing hand off her full stomach. Hearing her cough out from the overly fast pull. Nipping down on her chest to grab her attention back to him.

“full now?” receiving another nod. “ask to eat next time.” kissing up her neck to her lips. Her arms wrapping around his neck for a deeper kiss.

He wasn't the happiest to find her doing something without begging first, however he gave her no other option. Not realizing at first how much had slipped his mind. That if he wasn't going to let her leave, that meant she couldn't leave to eat or drink. Relying entirely on him for care including the simple things like wound cleaning. If one of the marks he caused became infected, there was no chance for her to see a doctor. His past females getting at least a week or two to recover above ground in their normal homes.

Unaware of where Beverly even lived before he snatched her up. He hadn't paid attention to Derry in 10 years since his fight with the losers. His supernatural gaze over the town spotting many changes. One being all the other losers were gone. Lots of buildings gone out of business or replaced a while ago. Beverly herself having gone through some sort of change he didn't understand. His attempts at being intimidating to scare her had absolutely no effect. Unlike all the females before her she had no sense of fear. Having this excited sparkle in her eye when he told her what he was going to do to her. Challenging him back at times where most collapsed under pressure.

Females feared his presence being near that they preferred curling up in corners to sleep. Many made attempts to leave him, but not Beverly. She fell asleep right up next to him without taking a step off the bed yet. Part of him wanting to know the reason why except not enough to finally ask. Another change that he wasn't sure happened because of him or something else was her being quiet. Keeping her sentences short to only a few words and that was after he teased them out of her. Causing her pain never got her to hiss out an ow or pleas to stop clawing into her.

Those very deep claw marks that would surely scar if it not were for him stepping in. Taking the task of treating the wounds through gentle healing licks. Shifting her around to reach the rest of the marks he made. Leaving the circling bites around her neck only partially healed to leave behind permanent scars. Liking the look of her obviously marked in belonging fully to him. Giving her a few pets to her back turning into light clawing. Stopping himself before getting carried away again after patching her up so soon.

Facing his wagon that needed an upgrade to be more livable if he was going to keep her. The fact was she couldn't survive without food or water for months on end. Deciding to add on a small extension through a new door. Picking her up to carry her into the small new bathroom. Barely big enough for all the fixtures and a 2 by 2 ft square of standing space. Everything inside having the same olden wood theme as the rest of the wagon. A hot bath already made in a long barrel tub that, like the bed, was too small for him. Getting in anyway with Beverly set down in his lap for the bath. Watching her mess around by shaping the collected soap bubbles. Resting her back up against him when all the bubble piles were collected into a hoard close to them. Hands coming up to pet him that had him shift away.

“who said you may pet me?” glaring down at her smiling face.

“can I?” asking softly still holding her smile.

Huffing at her thinking she can ask permission after overstepping her boundaries. “you may.” allowing her to escape punishment this time merely because he wanted her to continue. Purring under the soft petting treatment she returned to. If she dared to laugh over that detail shed be punished.

After that day, she became bolder in stepping away from the bed. After a round or two she would treat her wounds in the bath. Getting clean of everything he happily coated her in. Pennywise allowing it without pushing her to ask. As long as she returned to bed soon and when she took too long a bath he would slip in by her. Noticing sometimes she wouldn't head for the small bathroom, but instead examine his trinket hoard. Walking around wrapped in the quilted blanket up until he fetched her bag from the campsite. Having all her clothes back to actually be able to freshly dress herself each morning. Being dressed never lasted long after breakfast when their playtime rounds began. Delivering meals was something else he picked up on doing regularly for her.

Developing a more flexible schedule for them both that he questioned on why he would allow. She was having far more freedom than he intended. Walking around out of bed without asking first. Having energy at all to walk instead of trying not to die after so many rounds in a row. Light on inflicting pain while being the one to treat any marks he did make. Allowing her to annoy him as she picked things up, yet he didn't complain as she was sure to place things right back. Except for one leather bound journal filled with empty yellowed pages. He barely remembered where it came from aside from a guess it came with the wagon.

The journal wasn't like present day journals. The leather cover made of real rabbit skin once killed on the field. A pencil tied to it that was simply a piece of charcoal wedged between two wood sticks. Needing the more classic way of using a knife to sharpen it. He would catch her drawing dresses all over the pages while they relaxed on the bed. Realizing after a while she started organizing her own shelf space by the bed. Setting her borrowed drawing journal on the small shelf coupled by a few trinkets she also borrowed from around the room.

This was getting far too uncomfortable for him. She was suppose to be tortured and he was practically allowing her to make herself at home.

“I'll have to designate some new rules. Take away some things and take back what she had borrowed.” he glared in thought toward her bare back. Beverly mostly wrapped in the blanket aside from her upper back while lying stomach down to draw in the journal. Needing to momentarily stop to sharpen her pencil with a rusted pocket knife she borrowed from another shelf. Taking a bit of force to carve through anything on the dull blade.

He thought bitterly about everything. “humph, ridiculous to think of being stuck with this female. Maybe my body is losing its standards after so long of going without a permanent mate. When the breeding cycle ends I'll put everything back to where it was, like she was never here. When the day comes that I can finally end her miserable life I'll be-” thoughts broken by a sound stabbing at his heart.

A swift sound of a blade. she cursed out in pain “FUCK” hissing following after. The heavy scent of blood filling the air. Then something hitting the wood wagon floors.

Swiftly moving over her for a cautious investigation of what happened. Palm of her hand sliced deeply open to pour blood over everything near. The bloody rusted knife dropped onto the floor. And her drawing journal now having a yellow page stained red. Her uninjured hand heavily holding over the wound to keep more blood from spilling. Only able to do so much as the red liquid seeped between her fingers. Pennywise taking up the injured hand to start licking over the slash. Cleaning the blood away while the wound closed shut in a matter of seconds. After so much blood loss there was a worrying change in Beverly condition. Cold shivering that needed Pennywise to carefully warm her. Skin paler than its usual color to the point he was thinking of rushing her to the hospital. Somehow managing to get her to drink some water he had gotten her earlier.

Cleaning the blood off everything, including the stained journal, to settle her to bed earlier than usual. Warming her by his side wrapped warmly in the blanket. Petting her back to sooth her under any remaining pain that lingered. Nuzzling her neck when she hugged him close to pet him back.

Teasing him with her soft voice. “who said you can pet me?”

chuckling he replied. “i did of course.” kissing her cheek. Hearing her chuckle back.

The next day she was better enough to get up and bathe. Despite Pennywise's anxiety thinking otherwise on her up and about so soon. Taking the time to fetch her a breakfast of hot soup made mostly of a strong broth and soft rice for easy eating. Setting the soup off to the side of the bed as he waited for her to come out. Taking up the journal she was drawing in yesterday to look over the page she last worked on. Finding a drawing of him when he was lounging on the bed.

Appearing quite regal in how he was presented in the smooth sketch. Capturing every little detail of his toned back that faced the lookers direction. Lower half wrapped in a blanket to cover the rest of him. His face only half showing as he looked off blankly toward something far off. Darkly colored in were his face markings with softer shades used to define his bright eyes and hair. She managed to capture even the smallest details of his long claws on the darkened arm he rested his chin on.

Huffing down at the drawing he hadn't noticed her make. “probably a time I was planning her death.” he thought as the case of why he didn't notice. Still planning to do so when the time came to separate along with reorganizing things back. “but.” he thought in taking up a sharp clawed finger to slice through the papers attached hem. Taking up the drawn page of him to hide within his hoard of cluttered shelves. “may as well keep tributes to my grace.” hiding it deep to where Beverly wouldn't look. Setting the journal back into place on the shelf.

Agitation settling within at how long she had been bathing. Rising up to slip into the bathroom, where he was surprised to see her asleep in the tub. Head resting on crossed arms on the tubs wooden edge. The situation confirming his suspicion of her not fully healed from blood loss. He'd have to force a bit of care on his delicate pet. Spreading silver threading from his fingertips to make a loosely made web. He slipped the threading down under the water where he bundled her up. Spreading upwards without waking her until she was completely wrapped. Yanking her from the tub causing her to wake in a startled struggle. Freezing at realizing her restricted movement was caused by him. Shying back under the clowns grinning smile oozing drool.

A hungry look in his eye while watching her squirm in his threaded grasp. “asleep already so early in the morning? Before having breakfast?” dripping drool from his jaws. His attempt of intimidation again bringing the sparkle of excitement to her eye. Earning a laugh from him as he brought her to the bed where he tied her down to it. “you want breakfast my special pet?” he asked with a light raking of claws through her red curled hair. She nodded under his gliding claws passing down the side of her face.

“good, I got you soup.” he happily stated in taking up the warm take out container. Chuckling at her excitement turned to confused disappointment at his teasing turning to a normal breakfast. Glaring at him from her bundled imprisonment as he tried spoon feeding her. “aww, what's wrong?” he teased her while trying to feed her soup. Raising a brow at her refusal to eat his offering of soup spoonfuls. “should we skip to my breakfast?” putting a blush across her face that needed her to look away. “i guess so.” his voice turning strangely sweet. A deep breath from him turning to a strange crackling around his jaws. Beverly's attention snapping back toward him at first confused. Dread filling her chest while his jaws stretched in a recognizable way. Rows and rows of teeth showing all the way to the back of his throat appearing to disappear into a black void.

The scent of fear hitting the air as she shut her eyes tightly to look away. The last time this happened she was trapped in that burning bright light. Unwilling to look under the possibility of a repeat, but what could she do? Trapped as prey in his web that only he could free her from. Eyes opening wide when she felt all those rows of teeth gliding along her skin. His stretched jaws brushing up between her now spread thighs to clamp down. The top jaw spreading up from below to stop at her mid stomach they were so long. All those teeth eerily twitching at her skin to prickle drops of blood to the surface. His bottom jaw threatening to do the same around her entrance when she felt his tongue get in the way.

Whimpering as the long tongue licked up along her entrance. Entering more upon each lick to get the full taste of her. While she felt a difference from last time. Ridges lining along the further parts of his tongue twitching to his deep vibrating purrs. He was certainly going to get a good meal if he kept this up. Treating her like a sweet candy pop in swallowing her sweetness down to deep greedy licks in between. Holding her legs tight against his shoulders abling him to feel her every twitch. Hearing her flowing line of moans had him drool all the more over her. Speeding his hungry licks to bring each climax faster than the one before. Purring in satisfaction at the sight of her far too exhausted to do anything else now, but stay in bed with him. Swallowing one last mouthful before pulling his jaws away. Crackling noises sounding to his jaws shrinking back to normal. Lapping up the small amount of blood still seeping where his fangs pricked.

Curling up next to Beverly now officially bedridden for the rest of the day after his care. Sleeping deeply through the day and most the night before waking. Free from his threading she shifted a little to eat the room temperature soup that wasn't touched. Sitting at the edge of the bed that he noticed as odd behavior. Usually she would walk around the wagon after waking. Her expression showing annoyance as if she wanted to, but something was stopping her.

“not going to walk?” he asked.

“... my legs are jello.” admitting to him in a whisper.

He laughed. “of course they are.” smiling at her bright blushing face from his answer.

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[murminat]

hello! i was wondering if you wanted to talk about any of your ocs? i saw your hazel and gabriel art, and you've mentioned unit 1 and ari on twitter, but i was wondering if we could know more about them!

HOLY SHIT A  A AA A  AA A  AA A  A A AA A A THIS IS THE BEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO ME OMG ASDFGHJHGFDFSDGHH yes i love talking about my ocs. actually i kinda Went Off on my discord today ( discord.gg/RZk9xgq ) but yes i am very open to questions here is what happened on discord. its Long: OC LORE TIMEok so in my main ocversethere is 3 types of magici always wanna type magick adsfdghjcast spells, rituals and runesas well as hidden fourth kind which is innate, which is like an ability sfdghjand then theres angels and demonswhich frankly, could be called anything else since its not actually biblicalhttps://www.deviantart.com/murrmule/art/it-is-a-demon-532596407here is demon.and my main oc gabriel is  a half demonangels have no specific visual. but im considering a like, true spooky formari is an angelgod i came up with this at age 14my favorite part is magic tattoosunit 1 (needs to be named or completely revamped) is a magic tattoo artistand i asfgjksadsfghjkhttps://www.deviantart.com/murrmule/art/wow--532596490Demon Slimedemons are shapeshiftersthe slime is like.. a conduit but also /blood/ and is poisondemons have very crude unusable organsthey dont eat but they like drinking animal matterdemons are very much gore indulgence dffglore is theres like 6 demons left or something. they were created by a human very long agohalf demons can be created by /corrupting/ a fetus and they are infertiledemons cannot be created anymore. lost knowledgeangels are organic and demons were an imitation attempt perhaps?so demons basically just live solitary lives in like, the forest or somewhere and mostly dont interact w humansand /hate eachother/ kindathey are immortal but have also lost most their memoriestheres 2 types of demons, negative and positive ( - / +)negatives prefer water and Weti dont remember the other differences dasfghjbut it mattersa, - have completely black eyes, + have black sclera and bright colorful irisesgabriel is -they are more shapeshifty also i thinksome humans consider demons to only be mythswell, mosthalf demons are pretty rare(person who doesnt believe in demons encounters half demon) well, sure, but, nomagic is common and casual but most dont go into itit is Difficultok thats the basics im dead nowdemons are drawn to angels also. mostly half demons tho bc demons have fucked off to nowhereangels are mostly not known aboutso its mostly just a "theres something about this person i really feel drawn to them for some reason"the creation of half demons is originally ritualistic but people love fucking with the world so they do mad science with demonsi think i made gabriel half angel because dfgjhkhfgdg what do u expect form a teenager. mary sue muchi dont care for most concepts i had tbh. ive outgrown so muchgo go power milky.. writealso theres the concept of necromancy which is considered demon magic and taboonever figured out much about itim not even sure about the setting like is it modern.. high fantasy.. no clueSDFGHJKL LIKE HOWbut really thats just the world ehere i put my ocs and i can thing about their interactionsvery self indulgentok so ari. ariel(angel name)angel ocs have angel namesgabriel named himself gabriel thoughari is a normal ish person whomst studied magic since younghoodhas proper healer training but became fascinated with necromancyvery tabooso he went to another continent to investigate demons basicallywhich is the main story continent where most Happensall demons are rumored to be thereanyway ari happens to meet gabriel and get sucked into his mess of a lifeim not sure what ill do with gabs backstory bc its very edgy as ishe has shady connections and basically seeks power?thinks he knows a lot about magic but does notThere Is So Much Moreit is that deepbut basically ari and gab are eachothers magic foddergabriels specializes in shapeshiftingbut like.. body modification moreso than what u might imagine by shapeshiftinghalf demons are not capable of full shapeshifting (like becoming another person) demons be do thatits moreso like.. transfiguration?? idkbasically demons can like melt themselves down to just black goohalf demons can /kinda/ do it but not fullythey can briefly do it to parts of their bodieswhich renders them functionally invulnerablegabriel abuses this ability A Lotok i think im done for now thanks for your attention heres almost all my ocs https://toyhou.se/murrmule

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[stimtoybox]

[image description: a photo on a dappled white and blue night sky quilt cover, showing an assortment of stim toys. From top to bottom, left to right, toys include: a purple unicorn Squeezamal, a plastic tin of Super Brain Putty, a cake scroll squishy, a DIY sponge doughnut squishy, a Mickey mini Tsum Tsum plush, a black infinity cube, a purple metal Slinky, a knobbled pink sensory shape in a pyramid, a marble maze in a sheep print, an orange-red prickled ball, a purple-spotted bean bag, a pink/white/yellow/purple knock-off Tangle Relax Therapy, four hedge balls, and a pink/blue/green Twiddle.]

Today I had to throw out one of my stim toys--a powder-filled balloon-type squishy/stress ball--because the rubber had split from age.

So I thought I’d put together a list post of the stim toys that I find durable--ones that don’t break on me (like Tangles and squishies), don’t deteriorate or become sticky as the plastic degrades (like vinyl cooler packs, silicone squishies, stretchables) or need to be thrown out after a certain amount of time through aging (like slime). If you can’t afford to keep replacing stim toys, these are the ones I’d be looking for in building a stim kit. It’s worth noting that I’m not the most forceful or aggressive stimmer due to my chronic hand pain: some of these things may not be so durable in another stimmer’s hands.

I’ll also give an honourable mention to mermaid sequins (not pictured) although I tend to find sequins on my floor (they do come off) and the pencil cases (especially the K-Mart ones) have issues of zippers stiffening over time. In the main, though, they’re reasonably durable.

For short discussions on why I like the aforementioned toys, please hit “keep reading”:

Squishables

I’m a fan of the many varieties of squishy plushies (the major brand name is Squeezamals, but there’s many knock-offs and imitations) now available. They’re a plush (usually animal) or faux fur coating over a memory foam sphere, and while they’re a little more dense than most squishies, they don’t crack, split, tear or yellow like a commercial foam squishy.

They do cost more than a commercial squishy, but they last a lot longer, and the plush can be wiped over with a damp cloth or baby wipe.

DIY squishes, the kind made from a memory foam or sponge base and covered with layers of fabric paint, are much more durable than commercial foam squishies. They’re more expensive to make, but my doughnut has lasted for almost a year with no cracking or splitting; none of my other active-use squishies has lasted anywhere close to as long.

The one commercial squishy that seems to be stacking up for durability is the Squeeze Eez scroll squishy. The paint is peeling off mine, but the squishy underneath isn’t cracking or splitting, and I carry mine in my backpack where it’s getting smushed between my wallet, water bottle and keys.

Putty

I’ve stopped using slime altogether, although I have kept a few of my favourites. It’s wet, it’s oozy, you have to wash your hands before using it, it melts with time or heat, and it isn’t that portable. Putty doesn’t have the same poking sound, but it’s clean, portable, has no residue (but is slightly drying--use hand lotion after) and while it does soften more in warmer temperatures, it doesn’t melt, mould or discolour. I can leave a tin for six months and find it in much the same state it was when last I used it.

Most brands are fairly decent. Thinking Putty is too expensive here in Australia; my favourite local brand is Ultra Putty.  K-Mart’s Super Brain Putty is a little more brittle (depending on colour/formulation) but its easy to find (and the Super Cosmic Sparkle variant has the prettiness and add-ins of many fancy slimes).

All the putties I’ve liked are as perfect now as they were two years ago, whereas I’ve made and thrown out a lot of slime. The putty just seems so much more cost-effective to me.

(I also like putty over playdough; it doesn’t dry out or collect dirt and dust anywhere near as badly.)

Plush and Soft Toys

If you like fabric textures, these are always going to be among the more durable stim toys. They’re soft, they can be washed when needed and well-made plushies/soft toys are difficult to damage under most stimming conditions.

I like Miniso plush for softness and size (some are as big as pillows) and mini plush like the Disney Tsum Tsums for portability and the texture of the embroidered details and different fabrics.

Slinky

The brand name Slinky is pretty difficult to damage (unless you’re intentionally seeking to do so). I’ve got a few paint chips on mine, but that’s it. It still works as a Slinky despite these cosmetic flaws, and the thicker metal comprising the loops means it’s harder (unlike cheap knock-offs) to get the Slinky tangled in on itself or kinked in the wrong way. It’s not the most subtle or portable of toys, but the sound it makes is amazing.

I’ve used real and fake Slinkies, and if you can get the real one, I do recommend it. It’s easier to use, less prone to tangling, and sturdier; the difference in sound and hand-feel is worth the higher price.

Marble Maze and Bean Bags

Most fabric stim toys, if they’re well-sewn, are going to hold up: the worst that will happen is that a stain doesn’t completely wash out.

I will observe here that I sew my own and I double-seam everything so the fabric or thread will start to rot before it unravels or frays. The durability here may depend on the ability and time of the maker, but if you’re making your own, you have control over the sturdiness.

It’s worth noting that if you fill your bean bag with anything other than plastic pellets or aquarium gravel, you shouldn’t wash it. Unstitch a seam, remove the filling (dried beans, rice, soup mix) and wash the outer before refilling and sewing the seam back up. You can wipe over the outside fabric of bags with mould-prone fillings with a dryish-damp cloth (like a baby wipe) for minor cleaning, if you’re careful not to let the filling get wet.

Infinity Cube

I admit that this isn’t my favourite stim toy, since there isn’t a lot of variation in how I use it. Short of dropping something heavy on it, I don’t think I can break it. It hasn’t stiffened, it hasn’t cracked or broken, and can be wiped over with a baby wipe should it get dusty or dirty.

I wouldn’t toss it loose in a bag for fear of cracking a hinge, but under normal stim usage, the worst I’ve done to it is scratch it.

Tangle Relax Therapy

I love Tangles, but they’re not the most durable stim toy. They’re just not. This said, I haven’t yet managed to break my (knock off) Relax Therapy. For that reason, I’ll cautiously suggest that it may be more durable than other Tangles, perhaps in part because it isn’t designed to come apart as easily as a Tangle Jr.

Twiddle

I don’t like these as much as a Tangle, but they’re designed to break apart and clip back together more readily than a Tangle. There’s no stress on the connector pieces when I do so, in large part because they fasten together by means of a tiny ball slotting into an equally-tiny depression on the opposite piece (making it far more durable than the Tangle peg-and-slot connection). Even when I’m forceful, I see no white stress marks on the pieces.

The real issue, I’ve found, is the risk of losing a piece when the Twiddle is pulled apart.

Prickle Balls and Hedge Balls

Short of taking a pair of scissors to these (or losing the mini hedge balls under the bed) I’m not sure how I’d break these. Likely by putting them under something heavy; running over them with a 4WD might do it! The hedge balls with the stretchable fronds are more prone to breaking and tearing, but the others are just textured balls for rolling, pressing down on and massaging. I’ve had a prickle ball shoved in a bag for a couple of years and other than the ball turning black from the outer bag leeching dye, nothing’s happened to it.

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