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mythicalmagical-monkeyman · 6 months

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Hi!!! Can I hear abt that Mei fic you’re working on? (Unless it’s a surprise :)

For sure!!

So it's one of those swap aus but the swaping really isn't cut and dry (except for one or two exceptions) so like Ao Lie swaps with Wukong in the sense that he's now the immortal mentor character

but anyways here's all the main (established) swaps:

Pigsy/Zhu Bajie ←→ DBK Tang/Tripy - PIF / Macaque PIF - Tang/Tripy / Pigsy/Zhu Bajie Macaque - Tang/Tripy / Wukong Wukong - Macaque Mei - MK MK - Red Son Red Son - Mei / MK Ao Lie - Wukong Sandy ←→ Nezha

So yeah the swaps are kind of messy but at the end of the day it works story wise. Also some things aren't quite like the show/jttw, like Wukong "takes" Macaque's place and dies but he stays dead and other stuff like that.

And when i write the fic i'm planning on making a go along series that will follow Wukong and his journey in the past to help explain how things ended up like during modern day with Mei

but enough about the swap stuff we want Mei. SO Mei has water based powers (no fire) and the staff (monkey king's staff only it's not monkey king's staff anymore it Ao Lie because Ao Guang gave Ao Lie the staff so he use it to protect himself on Ao lie's Journey to the west). The staff is semi-sentient (inspired by stick from Netflix's monkey king movie) and chose Mei as a master leaving it position guarding two very dangerous people. As for the water powers she inherited them from her dragon family (grandpa is dragon king of the west sea and all) though surprisingly her water powers are really strong which makes up for her lack of ability to turn into a dragon (in the eyes (some members) of her family.) Her water powers allow her to control bodies of water/Hydrokinesis (tho she struggles more with creating water/rain), breath underwater and handle deep sea pressures, have perfect bearing while at sea, and understand/control some sea creatures to a limited extent. Being in contact with water will also empower her to some extent. Despite all this it takes her a long time to unlock her hidden potential.

Moving on: Mei is best friends with Red Son and works for his parents at "Bull's Barbecue" where she's delivery girl (bc hey she swapped with mk). Her (kind of depressed) dad is Macaque who tells her a lot of stories about the heroes of old, but wait I hear you asking me "what happened to her parents?" well that maybe related to her power set...

but yeah there you go, a quick au Mei over view.

#sorry this took awhile #i had to figure out what to share #ask #soph asks #ty for asking #rising seas and falling stars au #rsfs au #swap au #lmk au #lmk mei #mei dragon #lmk

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babiexmilk · 2 years

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do u have a puppy girl moodboard?

puppy girl moodboard 🐕

#sorry this took awhile #luci answers #moodboard #puppy/girl #puppy/play #pet/play #bd/sm pet #pet/play community

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lpsotd · 1 year

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oops, sorry about that D: maybe this one will work

https://at.tumblr.com/lpsotd/694381363777961984/wq0ckjbskc87

#354 looks pretty close, but my owl wasn't a solid color like that 🤔 like, her head and back were light brown, and her face and belly were even lighter, almost a tan-yellow?

ok yes that link worked - umm maybe one of these ??? not sure if they look at all similar to that one i posted. IDs are #311, #1147, and #431 :o) i'm really hoping she is one of these ..

#sorry this took awhile #do let me know if im incorrect #[ discoveries ]

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the-blind-geisha · 2 years

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I know you have written asks before about Demiurge with a lactation kink for his lady. Do you think you could do one that’s more sexual? The others are more wholesome (which I love) I wanted to just see what you’d do for a more sexual one tho

I'll use his special lactating ewe again since she's easy and fits the narrative often. ;3

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She was easy to stimulate all things considered. Demiurge couldn't help but enjoy watching her squirm under his touch alone. Over the times he had groped, squeezed her breasts to encourage her to lactate—it never felt like it was enough.

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

She bit at her lower lip, nodding. “Y-Yes...” She wasn't sure what to add. Being beneath the demon as she was in rank, it was difficult to want to ask him to do more.

Demiurge, however, wasn't too shy to use his pet as he needed; especially when he smelled it. He squeezed her sensitive breasts hearing a moan tremble forth. “You're getting wet, my dear. And all from this?”

She chewed at her lower lip, not sure how to respond without accidentally enticing him onward. Not like she didn't want him to...

“It's alright. I can sense your needs quite easily,” he muttered with a wide grin. Removing his hands from her breasts, she thought she was freed. That it was over. Reclined back on the table she was sitting on, however, she felt the devil's fingers slide inside of her wet body.

“Mph!” She trembled, stifling her moans to the best of her ability as she shook.

“Enjoying that, are you?” Demiurge pushed his index and middle finger inside of her a bit further, moving it in a circular motion.

Her toes curled as she bucked unknowingly against his probing fingers. She felt them move forward as he pressed against her swollen clit to rub it.

“F-Fuck...!”

The devil leaned over her, his tongue snaking about her erect nipple like a serpent. He teased it till his lips cupped it with a mighty hum as he drank more of the milk she was producing. Still, the devil's fingers curved inside of her, stroking and teasing her sensitive walls till she was intentionally fucking them herself.

His mouth moved from her breast, kissing it with a subtle hum. “That's it,” he breathed hoarsely. “Keep going...!”

The more she continued, the more Demiurge couldn't resist grabbing the base of his cock he soon freed and began to stroke himself with the one free hand he had. His breathing shakily marked her chest as his mouth suckled again and again to taste of the rich milk she produced.

Her scent was intoxicating... The demon was about to go insane the more he could smell it even tapping feverishly upon the table. Pre-come dribbled from his manhood as he grasped his erection tightly, moaning in heated desire.

With her entire form so sensitive, she couldn't hold back as much as she wished she could. Her body was a mess, ready to release at any second. The fires bubbled up within her veins, causing her to scream in want of more. Walls crashing down on his probing fingers, she pushed him as far in as possible. Not even realizing she had grabbed his wrist and urged him to be at least inside of her up to his knuckles.

Demiurge pulled away, growling as he finally came. Marking his hand in the process and a bit of the table and her. The warmth oozed over her bare skin, parts of his seed kissing the entrance of her womanhood to let her have just a sample of himself.

#sorry this took awhile #been feeling sick on and off x'D #and been distracted with other things #nsft #kink: lactation #demiurge #demiurge/mc #demiurge/reader #demiurge drabble #demiurge snippet #mod answers #anon

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asktherecutcast · 8 months

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Congrats to Star man and Gemini man for getting together! How did that happen?

Gemini Man: I dunno? Star Man is like the coolest bot I’ve ever seen and everyone else here is a loser, so I was doing like anything to hang out with him and impress him and make him feel special, and I guess he really liked hanging out too which was…really awesome. So we kept hanging out night after night stargazing for hours and it just sorta happened?

Then stupid Gyro Man went and told everyone we were dating or something which was really freakin’ annoying but luckily Star Man was cool with it, so yeah, we’re together.

Gyro Man: Oh yeah it’s totally my bad, I just assumed everyone already knew because Star Man is like the only bot he's ever been nice to? And they’d be gone at night for like hours? And then Gemini Man was super mad ‘cause he didn’t want to rush things or scare Star Man off or whatever but it's all good now lol

#gemini man #star man #gyro man #sorry this took awhile

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h0ptimists · 9 months

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@littlearsenalomega

"Look into my eyes"

I see:

You’re:

You:

#Sorry this took awhile #When I was doing the post; Tumblr erased it #So I had to start over again #littlearsenalomega #~ answered ~

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alexandros-deathwood · 1 year

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I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS HOLD ON LET ME SEND SOME For Alexandros: 4, 6, 29, and 32 Adam: 30, 31, 98, and 100 Malcom: 1, 11, 25, and 28 And I got a few for all of them that got me very curious: 22, 51, and 53

Alexandros:

4. Butterbeer or pumpkin juice?

Butterbeer is essentially a root beer float while pumpkin juice is apple cider with pumpkin puree. So pumpkin puree.

6. Sandwiches or soup?

Soup there is so much you can do with it. You can add potatoes, meat, carrots, rice, squash, hominy, etc it just has so much you can do with it and there's nothing quite like soup rice.

29. Was MC's Patronus what they expected it to be?

He never actually thought about that it would be a Thestral but he had an idea that it might be considering his mom shares the same.

He is well aware of his mom's past and her tragedies. How her life has been defined by the death of her family and the protection of it. How she travels every year to the origin of her birth, where her parents and sister were killed, to clean their graves and celebrate dia de los Muertos.

He like her has also be defined by death but to such extreme, witness the death of his beloved dog, Peanut, as she she jumped in front of a car in front of him. He witnessed how his own in-action led to death. Pushing him to always wanting to take action while others are in danger, to make up for the guilt he feels for that day.

So he knew that it might be a Thestral, which is a sad thought for him: that death is dyed to his happiness. That was however he started to study with Merula on what a patronus means, that it isn't just about your happiness but also a representation of yourself. Something beautiful and gentle, but misunderstood because of its links with death.

32. What's MC's favorite thing to do when they hang out with their friends?

Honestly he just likes to be included doesn't really matter what. But his favorite thing to do would be to enjoy the outdoors and explore things with his friends.

Adam:

30. Who is MC's favourite Professor?

Professor Kettleburn

31. Who is MC's least favourite Professor?

Snape. I want you to guess why.

98. What is MC's MBTI personality type?

I have no idea. Not a single clue.

Both of the twins tend to stick towards the middle of each of the questions, basically asking in response another question:

What's the situation? So all I know is that he is XNXP. Those 2 are the most likely to stay the same but all of them are subject to change depending on the situation. He's too neurodivergent for me to fit him into a personality type that fits.

100. Is MC good at pranking?

He is because he is very clever and knows how to set up for maximum prank ness.

Dumping a bucket of hot sauce on someone, which by itself is already bad enough, but then using a cold air charm to dry the hot sauce to the person. So now the hot sauce is harder to remove.

They are cold, possibly irritated, they smell, and covered from head to toe in crusty dried out hot sauce.

Though he is not in Ravenclaw he is just as smart as his twin brother, something that should not be mistaken.

Though most of his pranks are pretty mild.

Malcolm:

1. What's MCs favorite subject and why?

History and Defense against the Dark arts. because he loves to study ancient battle tactical techniques and apply them to training

11. Pessimistic or Optimistic?

Pessimistic, but optimism helps him find creative solutions to problems

25. What is MC's favourite magical creature?

Phoenix

28. What is MC's favourite season? Why?

Fall, because it's not bitter cold and not terribly hot. It's a perfect mix of warm and cool air, and gives a sense of security and comfort

All:

22. What is MC's blood status?

Starting off Malcolm is a half blood, 25% muggle, 75% wizard. His father, Peregrine, being pure blood and his mother being half. Though the Deathwoods aren't really sure about his blood status.

The twins half bloods, specifically are 20% muggle 80% wizard. Their dad Seán Deathwood is a pureblood but Sophia Deathwood came from a town in Mexico that didn't really care about blood type focusing more on family and loyalty.

Since Sophia moved twice before setting down in Scotland, and both her parents could preform magic she has no idea that she is a half blood, nor does she care. Why would she? She's an immigrant, who has lost most of her family. Blood purity wouldn't be a main concern. So the twins don't know that they are technically half-bloods.

51. Do they join to the Battle of Hogwarts (either sides)?

Yes. Alexandros joined alongside his wife to fight against Voldemort and protect the students of Hogwarts. Merula made the right choice for once, to fight for her (new) family. Malcolm was 100% willing to die a glorious death, as well as he wished to protect his family. Adam joined for similar reasons as his twin, wanting not for the innocent to die and suffer under Voldemort.

They lived, though bruised and injured. Of the family members there was only one causality.

Sophia Deathwood suffered major injuries during the battle, ultimately laying down her life for her family. She died in the arms of her husband knowing they lived.

She died kicking ass at the age of 61, not bad.

53. Do they interfere with Harry Potter's time at Hogwarts (i.e. mess with canon)?

Yes, mostly in small ways that would not drive of change much of the plot. The twins taking trips to Hogwarts to go to the creature reserve as well as other things.

#merula had a change of heart and fought against her parents #hogwarts mystery #hphm #jacob's sibling #alexandros deathwood #adam deathwood #malcom deathwood #Sophia Deathwood #seán deathwood #merula snyde #sorry this took awhile #hoped you enjoyed it non the less #don't feel sad about Sophia #she knew that her profession would eventually kill her. but she went out on her terms #defending her family to the bitter end #she may be a witch but she lived as a warrior and died as one

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kylie9 · 2 years

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PSYCHONAUTS N SAW AND POSTAL AND BCS

#msgs!#SORRY THIS TOOK AWHILE

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fishybehavior · 2 years

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Heyyy

I just realised that i haven't checked on you for a while and i feel bad for basically forgetting you

Wanna like talk about uuuuh ninja? Are you even still into ninjago? We can talk about something else if you wanna

EYO! It's all good!

yeah im still rotting over ninjas! But we can shat about other things if you want :D

#ask #sorry this took awhile #:P

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josukespimphand · 11 months

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Haven't drawn her in forever ah.

#fmab #fma #Fullmetal Alchemist #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #lust the lascivious #my art #sorry i rarely post anymore *sobbing* *choking* *throwing up*#hope you all like it's been awhile as usual #i haven't posted anything since December want to scream #I'd been working tho so that took a lot outta me but even when I wasn't I was always so tired and didn't have the energy for art #I also made transparents for these and put them on my pixiv in a mini log

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marmastry · 3 months

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A Team

Kofi

#moomers #fancomics #splatoon #mayamaya #hasahasa #splatoon oc #splatoon 3 #sorry im serving drama now #also it took awhile to make this because I was busy #why am I explaining myself?#anyway whatever #I hope the meal is great #despite getting sour in the end ((YIPPEE))

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lynxgriffin · 9 months

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I need more of Kris and Susie doing random, stupid shit.

Love your art, btw! I can't wait for more Eldritchrune!

Based on a true life story

But thank you for the kind words!! Very glad to hear that you're enjoying it!

#ask lynx stuff #lynx art #deltarune #susie #kris #noelle #sorry this took forever BTW I couldn't think of something stupid for them to do for awhile #but yes some days you just gotta fill a container with bugs #for Reasons

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zer0pm · 11 months

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Imagine working your first night in the village tavern and serving a drink to a man you catch sitting by his lonesome. He accepts your kind gesture and engages you in conversation. You didn’t realize you were talking to Lord Heisenberg until it was too late.

“Got a tall one with your name on it.”

The silver-haired man simply glances up at you from his seat, bright eyes switching between your smiling face and the full mug you’ve placed in front of him. The bored expression he wore previously relaxes into that of mild intrigue.

“I didn’t order that,” he says, amusement in his deep voice.

You shrug casually, “It’s on the house.”

When he didn’t say anything right away, you proceeded to explain yourself. “Barkeep mentioned you haven’t ordered anything since you got here. I figured I could spot you a round. Hope you don’t find it rude.”

To your surprise, the man chuckles, returning your patient smile with a toothy grin. “Can’t tell if you’re brave or just straight-up fucking strange. But you are definitely interesting, I’ll give you that.”

You tilt your head curiously, unsure of what to make of his comment. Perhaps, this stranger is one of those lone wolf types that rarely engage in social interaction. However, that didn’t seem correct. He seemed more like the type that enjoyed talking, if not just to hear the sound of his own voice. He has such a distinctive voice too, you found, the rich baritone hitting strings inside you that sent shivering notes tingling down your spine. You shudder not out of fear or anxiety, but out of genuine fascination.

The stranger takes the mug you’ve put down for him in one of his hands, lifting it by the handle and bringing it to his lips before tipping his head back. It gave you an opportunity to look him over. As you suspected, he is large in build. Burly and robust but not overly ripped in muscular definition. He looked strong and undeniably imposing, shaped by hard, laborious work. You imagine that if he wasn’t holding the mug at its handle, he could wrap his thick, calloused digits around the cup with ease. The loose shirt he wore had the sleeves rolled up, exposing several wiry scars that adorn the back of his hands and forearms. They varied in length and size, barely faded by time, and matched the old wounds that ran across his rugged face.

Questions danced upon your tongue on how he got his scars, but you thought better of it and bit them down. He looked different from the other men you’ve seen in the village and had a unique air about him too, one that you would be able to immediately spot in a busy crowd. He was quite handsome, in a rough sort of way.

The man must have noticed you staring for when you brought your eyes back up to his, he was already looking right at you. His bright gaze remained locked onto you even as he sets the drink back down with a quenched sigh, a devilish tongue swipes the excess liquid from damp lips before withdrawing behind wolfish teeth. The ends of his mouth tugs upwards, putting his canines into full display. The damn man is smirking again and his eyes had a knowing, teasing gleam to them. Feeling like a deer caught in the headlights, you bowed your head to hide the embarrassment burning on your cheeks.

Suddenly feeling incredibly shy, you take a step back. “I-I’m going to see to my other patrons, then. If you need anything else, just-”

“What’s your name, buttercup?” He cuts you off. There is an edge to his tone, as if daring you to move from your spot before him.

Buttercup? He’s giving you a petname? Is it derogatory or is it a genuine term of endearment? Either way, it made your face burn hotter.

Overwhelmed with the need to answer him immediately, you gave the stranger your name without a second thought. He repeats it in a low, slow drawl as if testing and savoring the sound on his tongue. Your heart picks up speed and you spoke up again in a futile attempt to calm the rapid beating.

“What’s yours?”

Like flipping a switch, the air between you two suddenly shifts. The wide smirk he wore falters and his brows furrow. These few words seemed to have disarmed him as the grey-haired man beholds you with a piercing glare, searching your face for any signs that you are joking or something. You could do nothing but stare back, balancing on the balls of your feet nervously. When he found that you were sincere in your question, he grasps his bearded chin thoughtfully.

“Intriguing,” he comments, his expression deeply pensive. His reply didn’t relieve any of the tension you were feeling and you wondered if you somehow offended him for not knowing who he is. “Are you local?”

Unable to fathom where his line of questioning was heading, you decided that it was best to answer him honestly as you have been doing thus far. “Uhh, yes, of course. Born and raised. Although, I’m not from the immediate area, if that’s what you mean.”

A thick silver brow arches. “So, I take it you’re not the religious sort, then.”

You shake your head. There was no helping the guilt taking root inside you. Clearly this man thinks that his identity should be apparent to you. Thinking about it, he does look sort of familiar but you couldn’t quite place him. You wished then that you paid more attention to the people around you in the weekly sermons.

“Not really,” you rub the back of your neck sheepishly. “I rarely went to church. Not that I don’t follow the black faith, mind you. I just have other priorities. Life can be hard in the village, you know how it is.”

When he didn’t comment on this, you followed up with your own inquiry with the intention of making polite conversation. He mentioned religion, so…

“Are you a pastor?” That seemed like a logical thing to ask. But surely if he was leading the mass, you’d have remembered him right away. Maybe you simply missed each other in passing. You can’t shake the feeling that you do know him somewhere.

A bellowing laugh erupts from his throat. The man bends over on his seat, banging the wooden tabletop with a clenched fist as zealous humor consumed him. You didn’t notice that the rest of the tavern went completely quiet at his spontaneous outburst. When he finally sits back upright, he was in tears.

“Damn, you’re adorable!” He sighs deeply, his grin wide as he wipes the water from his eyes. “Do I look like the kind to give fucking sermons, buttercup?”

Again with the petname. You weren’t bothered by it this time. If anything, you took the lighthearted turn in the conversation as a good sign, pleased to see that the man looked like he was enjoying his time with you. Even at the expense of your embarrassment.

Deciding it best to play along, you returned his good humor with a playful smile of your own. “Looks can be deceiving.”

He scoffs, “Can say that again. Guess not everyone in Miranda’s herd is a sheep.”

You didn’t quite register that. “Excuse me?”

His hand waves off your question dismissively. “Don’t worry about it. You…”, the grey-haired man leans back against his chair, his lopsided smile bordered on teasing. “You get to call me Karl.”

A surprised hum escapes you, you didn’t expect a man so interesting to have such an ordinary name. Thankfully, he didn’t seem offended by the involuntary sound. Remembering you had a job to do, you throw him a courteous nod.

“Nice to meet you, Karl. I really should check on my other customers. Is there anything else I can get you?”

He casts you a playful look, “Are you on the menu?”

Although you were standing still, you nearly tripped over on the spot and tried to save face by quipping back. “Ha ha. Think you’re so smooth.”

Karl shrugs, reaching for the mug once more and inspecting the contents lazily. “I prefer to be rough. But no, I think this will do. For now.”

Your brain shut down after “rough” and you were quick to retreat back to the bar, ears turning red upon hearing his knowing chuckle as you created distance. So distracted by the maelstrom of emotions swirling inside you that you failed to realize that the usual hustle and bustle of the busy tavern was completely void of sound. A loud bang of what sounded like someone slamming their hand against the wood harshly is all that it took to bring life back into the room and the patrons returning to their own devices. This somehow went under your notice too. You did not regain your wits until the barkeep you were working with for the night snapped his fingers in front of your face.

“Oy! New blood! Didn’t I tell you not to bother that one?” he reproached you. Was that panic in his eyes?

You blink back at your distressed coworker. “If it’s about the free tankard, I’ll foot the lei. Everyone else looked like they were having a fine time besides him. That didn’t seem right to me.”

The frantic man shook his head fiercely, “Whether or not he is enjoying himself isn’t any of our business. He could very well be plotting his wrath upon this establishment for what you did!”

The excitement that was bubbling within you before is now replaced by confusion. “Why would Karl do that? Who is he?”

The barkeep’s face falls into that of pure shock. “Are you completely daft!? He’s-”

He chokes. Suddenly, his expression pales to an alarming shade of white. From the corner of your eye, you spot a large shadow looming and felt an imposing presence from your side.

You turn your head to see the man from before standing next to you. But this wasn’t the Karl that you spoke with earlier. He had the same face but wore more clothing- more distinct articles of clothing that made you freeze on the spot upon recognition. Afterall, who could ever miss the signature dirty trenchcoat, or the dark, round glasses, or the well-worn hat of Lord Heisenberg himself? Who dares not recognize one of the four nobles that rule over the village with an iron fist? Evidently you.

He didn’t meet your eyes right away, instead he had a deathly glare directed right at the barkeep who was now quivering in his boots. “Because I’m in a good mood,” the lord began, voice descended into a low growl, “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear what you just called my new friend.” Lord Heisenberg then looks down at you behind black lenses, his demeanor shifting from threatening and terrifying to playful and pleasant.

His smile returns, seemingly wider than before, likely because he knows that you know who he is now. “Thanks for the drink, buttercup. I’ll see you real soon.” He pushes his shades down the bridge of his nose, winking at you before tipping his hat in an exaggerated head bow. With heavy footsteps, he takes his leave, not giving a second glance.

Your eyes followed him and lingered on the door he went through long after he left. There was a deafening silence. It filled the tavern for what seemed like an eternity before it was broken by the clanging of the metal tray you once held in your hands.

The lord of steel was here in the flesh. And you were talking to him so carelessly. And he was flirting with you so shamelessly. This was not how you expected your first day on the job to go. And he declared he intended to see you again.

You’re in deep trouble…

#heisenberg #heisenberg x reader #heisenberg imagine #karl heisenberg #resident evil 8 #re8 heisenberg #resident evil village #resident evil imagines #resident evil x reader #sorry it’s been awhile #took a little break #I will get back to our dashing Spaniard #but wanted to post for the trash can #please enjoy #writing for trash magneto was a challenge #heisendaddy #my writing #Zer0PM imagine

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