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xazse · 2 months

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(here is your answer for the naga scara x fem or male reader) DO ANY GENDER IDC IM JUST FOAMING AT THE MOUTH RN LIKE A DOG FOR YOUR POST RIGHT NEOWOOWOWOW NEOWOWOWOWO (I would prefer fem reader, but idc about the gender. Just gimme the story bbg) (Also, stay healthy!1 <3)

Notes: I know I have other requests but this was too tempting, thank you so much for the health comment!! I HOPE YALL ARE STILL AROUND!! Btw I’m not sure about Naga Anatomy so his cocks are like hidden in slits/pockets.

Pairings: Naga!Scaramouche x Fem!NaiveReader

Tags: Naive!Reader, 2 Cocks, Scara is kinda creepy but sweetish, fingering, Virgin!Reader, Sheltered!Reader, Fem!Reader, SMUT, NOT PROOFREAD

Naga Scaramouche who is entranced by the sheltered village girl: you, a pretty thing that won’t stray too far into the forest.

Naga Scaramouche whos very patient watching you from the trees, he watches as the short dress you wear rises up just a few inches when you pick a berry too high for you. The tight white panties seem to hug your ass so good.

Naga Scaramouche who can’t wait to have you underneath him, coiled in his tail and in his embrace.

Naga Scaramouche who finally has the opportunity to attempt to speak with you, you had gotten a little lost when you decide your pickings of berries weren’t up to standard, a lost lamb like yourself practically in tears searching every direction to try to remember where home is.

Naga Scaramouche who introduces himself and you’re scared shitless, you’ve only heard of his kind in the stories your mother would tell you to scare you into being good. He’s big, but you can’t deny how pretty he is, his tail is a deep purple hue as well as his pretty mauve long hair that cascades down his back and stops at his lower abdomen, mentioning that, he’s shirtless.

Naga Scaramouche who offers to lead the pretty lamb to safety, warning you that there’s dangers that would do awful things to such a weak thing like yourself. That he does, leading you safely to the outskirts of your village, during the whole walk you can’t stop stealing glances at the beautiful mystery man. He can hear your parents are calling your name with desperate urgency. You look back at him to offer a thank you, but discover he’s gone.

You who comes back a few days later at the spot he had dropped you off at, you bring a cooked rabbit stew as a gift to give to him or at least hope you can give it. a few minutes later you can hear rustling and a voice speaks up: “A gift? For me perhaps?” You face the man once again in all his beauty you nod quickly and he laughs at that.

Exchanges are had over the next few months, with you listening and talking to “Scaramouche” you learn his name is. He seems rather dodgy with questions about himself but wants you to talk about yourself all the time, you have no issues with it, deciding later on he’d become more open.

Scaramouche looks at you weirdly, a look you can’t quite decipher, it’s like he’s looking through you, and you hate that. You hate how weird and tingly it makes you feel, how you feel weird even down there. You don’t have anyone to talk to about this feeling so it’s bottled up and held in.

Scaramouche makes it subtle at first, glancing at you, making sure to make eye contact even though your eyes dart to avoid his, light touches on your arms, thighs, and neck. He knows what he’s doing to you and he doesn’t feel a bit bad about it, he wants to claim you already, his cock can only be contained for so long, it’s getting harder and harder but he feels a few more pushes will bring you right along.

After a whole week you’ve given up, you come to him with all your issues and how confused and foggy you feel around him, you suggest distancing yourself away from him for a little. He hates that idea you can tell by the dark swirl in his eyes, he calms himself and calms you. Putting his hand on the small of your back he whispers lowly on how he’ll help you, help you get rid of all your problems.

You accept of course, as pliant as ever.

He helps you relax on the forest floor, a beautiful light pouring in to emphasize the glow of his gorgeous tail. He starts by asking you to lift your dress, and you listen obediently. Your supple skin now for him to revel in, but it’s not nearly enough. Your panties are on display as well, the thing seems to be squeezing you just like the last pair. Thin fingers grab one of your thighs and lifts it up in the air in your direction, being mindful to watch his sharp fingernails as they clench around the fat.

He uses the palm of his fingertip to trace the outline of your wet cunt, that makes your breath hitch, his fingers are warm or maybe it’s you who’s warm as he continues to trace and examine you. Scaramouche presses on your clit just a little bit, he’s testing the waters. That does bring out a reaction: you clutch your fingers around the fabric of your dress that you still hold.

You feel impatient even though you’re just getting started, new feelings are swirling in your gut when he lays down on his stomach near your pussy. Scaramouche doesn’t want to rid you of your panties just yet, the wet patch in the middle arouses him so much. He pulls them to the side to reveal your glistening cunt: he’s never seen a humans area before not unless they were in books and he did quite a lot of studying on women’s anatomy but having the real thing makes his cock ache, he wants to be buried deep in you but before that he needs to prep you.

Scaramouche licks a long stride up your cunt from bottom to top, a whine leaves your throat at the new feeling of something foreign but not unwanted, based on your reaction he does it again and again till he’s lapping up a good bit of your cum: and god do you taste heavenly, he finds himself completely entranced with licking you over and over, you aren’t fairing any better with the way your hips have started to buck towards more pleasure. Lewd moans keep filling the forest around you paired with Scaramouches loud sucking, he guides his tongue to your clit, licking around it before completely engulfing the sensitive thing in his mouth.

A tightness is forming in your belly, you urge Scaramouche that something happening and maybe he should slow down, he doubles down and both of his hands are holding your thighs up: pinning you in place as he keeps abusing your poor clit. Your whining gets even more pitched up before you spasm and cum on his face. He takes the opportunity to slide a finger inside of your tight hole: it does prove to be difficult but he does fit about a quarter of one in. He starts up the process of stretching you out to accommodate him.

After a while you’re finally ready, but you can only take about half of him or he’s pretty sure you’d start up your crying. You lay staring at his actions with lust ridden eyes: he’s going to ruin you. His long tail grabs you by your waist, lifting you to sit right on where his cocks lays hidden.

He’s really had enough of edging himself, with your full attention he guides your hands to, two slits: intrigued you make a move to press your finger in and he jumps to grab your hand as fast as possible, you make a certain worried face at him and he shakes his head to reassure you. He decides that was a bad idea and takes his cock out himself, he has two but he doesn’t want to spook you straight away, well more than he already has.

He begins stroking himself while you watch, you lean forward: relaxing your hands on either side of his body. You’re thinking how his cock is just as pretty as him. A low groan slips from his lips, hes stroking himself from his balls to his tip: squeezing just a bit every so often.

When he’s done with that he lifts you up till your cunt is hovering over him, he lines himself up and slides in: a loud moan now leaves both your lips, for you it’s the stretch of his thick tip and for him it’s the tight rim he still has to push past. After a good bit he’s now leaned on a rock while holding your body so you don’t hurt yourself and end up having all of him in you, that’s for later.

A rhythm is developed, with him fucking you only last a certain point, your gooey insides feel so good around him, his head falls against the rock but he doesn’t stop lifting and pulling you back down. His head feels heady with need, he’d love to just shove you down all the way. You aren’t fairing any better, already seeming like you were cum again: dazed and dumb that’s how his cock had you.

Scaramouche thinks this feels better than those nights were he’d pump his cock to the thought of doing you like this, the real thing is so much more better obviously.

He speeds up his pace, angling his cock a tad bit deeper. He pulls out and slams back in, he brings you into a tight embrace before he’s cumming, the feeling of something warm also sending you over and you cream around his cock. Afterwards he’s decorating kisses all over your face, cooing at how perfect you are, how good you made him feel and how good you’ll both feel in the future

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chanswifey · 10 months

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Seventeen as your boyfriend | Jeonghan

mean™

Don't get me wrong, he's completely in love with you, it's just that his love language includes being a bit annoying

If he doesn't try to annoy you at least once a day assume he's sick or got abducted and replaced with a clone

Apologies are usually in the form of a warm meal or a cuddle session before sleep

He also likes to treat you by giving you gifts, you don't know but he has definitely stalked your wishlist once or twice to try to surprise you (and make sure you forgive him)

He's addicted to gossiping with you, he knows all the office tea and your coworker's names even though he has never met any of them

Some nights you get home to him holding an actual tea mug and signaling the seat next to him

"You will not believe what happened today at work", you say dropping your stuff by the entrance door.

"Tell me everything, honey", he answers handing you your own tea mug.

On date nights he likes to take you on walks in the park to look at the stars, he loves to hear you talk about the things you love, even if it's just some tv show you recently found

You guys used to do game nights but those are forbidden now because he kept cheating so much and when you managed to win once he tried to accuse you of cheating... the nerve 🙄

This guy finds a way to cheat on games you would not even think possible, he's an actual mastermind

He takes really good care of you, doesn't matter how busy he is, always worrying about your sleep and if you have been eating

He's also the type to do things just because you are into them, he ends up enjoying it too but won't admit to it

Like doing skincare routines, never seen a guy fall asleep so fast as when you are applying cream on his face

He will literally search for new face masks to try with you then whine the whole time you are putting it on his face

You are the only person allowed to braid his hair other than his hair stylist, he loves when you play with his hair and even takes pictures to brag to the members about how good you are at it

He LOVES to take unflattering pics of you, LOVES!!!! And he WILL use all of them on your birthday post

He will get on your nerves so bad sometimes but with a face like that you can't really stay mad at him, can you?

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author's note: this one was easier to do than I thought it would be tbh, I hope you guys like it. About the next post, I will try to do it tomorrow but if I don't it will be posted on Sunday. I have to take my precious angel of a dog to the vet on Saturday and I have no idea how long it will take. Anyways let me know if you guys like this one and remember to like and reblog to help me, love yall 💗

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half-dead-ham · 1 year

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The truth, all of it

Oh hoho, lookie what we got here, but chapter 13 of Tim Drake's I.E.F! Gonna try this for a bit, see how yall like it.

Tw for: dissection, trauma, torture, and PTSD flashbacks

So.

Apparently the ghost kid freaking out made him dangerous, not that dangerous kids were especially rare in this house.

Jason watched as Tim ushered the young adults and one soup thermos out of the sitting room to "Where phantom felt the safest," whatever the hell that meant. He knew of some quiet places in the manor, remembered snuggling up in some to read the books he'd nicked from the library as a kid. But where the ghost kid felt comfortable? Could’ve been in the walls, for all he knew.

That was Tim’s problem to deal with, though, not Jason’s. Jason’s job was to dispose of the bodies, so to speak. He spared a glance at the two. The agents hadn’t crumpled well in their stiff suits, sections keeping their bodies upright while letting them bend in others, making it look like they had fallen asleep kneeling. He nudges one in the side with his boot, testing to see just how out of it they were. Dude didn’t even groan. He nudges them a little harder and the guy tips over onto his side, still no stirring.

Bruce huffed as he grabbed the other agent by the lapels, trying to drag him out the door but surprised by the resistance. That wasn’t normal. Jason grabbed his own guy, now that he was done playing, and strained as he tried to pull the agent along by his wrists. He didn’t get very far before he had to drop them like a sack of potatoes.

The hell were these guys made of?

Jason liked to think he was pretty strong, stronger than most of his siblings, but trying to drag these agents through the hall was like trying to drag a truck. These guys looked like they weighed maybe two-hundred pounds at most, something wasn’t adding up here and Jason felt it had something to do with the way their suits held them up.

After tugging his agent into the hallway he dropped him onto his back and moved to stand over top of him. Jason crouched, moving to carefully pop open the agent's white suit jacket so that the front slid open and off. The thud the open jacket made as it hit the floor was enlightening and concerning, but Jason continued to strip the guy of his suit jacket all the same, coming out with a man that actually felt his weight once it was completely off.

Now, instead of dragging the guy through the halls like some eighties cartoon he could actually fireman carry them, easily passing Bruce in the hallway as he was struggling to get his agent through. He couldn’t stop from grinning at the strain on the old man’s face as he went. And the confusion that twisted it as he noticed Jason carrying the ass in white like dog food. He sped up just as Bruce opened his mouth- probably about to ask how he wasn’t dying under the weight of the guy on his shoulder, turning a corner before he could get a word out.

If the old man wanted answers he could find them himself.

Jason made good time to Bruce's office, going behind the desk and accidentally slammed the agent's arm between the heavy oak desk and his hip, probably bruising it.

Oops.

With little remorse for the ass on his shoulder he hip-checked the worn desk chair out of the way, probably giving the guy another bruise, turned the hands of the old grandfather clock and stepped into the passage leading to the batcave.

Served the ass right for nearly breaking his wrist.

One quick ride down the elevator and Jason was in the Batcave, walking down the access stairs, past the huge ass computer, the medbay and the training room to a small fortified room set with a table and two chairs. Jason dragged one of the chairs away from the floor with his foot, far enough for him to dump the dead weight on his shoulder. He made quick work of zip tying the guys hands and feet both to the chair before searching the guy for weapons.

The most obvious thing he peeled off the guy was the sci-fi blaster the agent had strapped under his armpit. Looked like a star-wars prop, if star-wars props were painted silver and neon green. It had surprisingly good balance despite its outlandish appearance, he placed it onto the table he had moved over to the wall for better cataloguing. Next was removing the less obvious things on the agent's body. Anything that looked even remotely suspicious had to go, and there ended up becoming a surprising pile of little gadgets from around his person.

About halfway through his strip search Bruce had come in and set his agent down on the remaining chair, zip tying his much the same as his.

Damn, seemed he found the deshelling trick quicker than Jason thought he would. He kept searching as Bruce started his own gadget pile on the table, removing two silver metal bracelets, the belt, the earwig, anything remotely mechanical. Which happened to be a lot.

Finally he thinks he’s gotten all of the little gadgets out from under the guys clothes just as Dick stumbles in with the agents discarded jackets, huffing and puffing at the unnatural weight of the garments. Setting them down right next to the table roughly, Dick has to take a minute to even out his breathing, putting one hand on his knee and the other as a brace against the wall.

“What… are these things… made out of?” He manages to wheeze out between gulps of air.

Jason can only shrug as he walks out of the room to the lockers, figuring it best to change to Red Hood before the agents wake up. He makes good time with his change, putting on his domino last but keeping his helmet off for convenience, keeping it on him instead.

Walking out with his helmet under his arm he made notice of Dick, now standing over at the batcomputer looking over the security cameras. He watched as Dick switched to a hallway camera just as two people entered the frame, walking hand in hand down the corridor leading to the backyard. One looked to be Tim, but Jason couldn’t recognize the second one, even if he shared the batdoption traits.

Before Jason could begin to ask who that was (though he had an idea) Bruce stalked out of the interrogation room up to the computer, startling Dick to close the camera feed and open it to the GIW files Tucker had given Cass on the flash drive. When did his sister have time to get down to the cave?

Looking around he did manage to spot Cass in the sitting area, lounging on one of the couches as though she had been there the whole time. Knowing her she probably had.

Bruce places a few items on the side table for later inspection before moving to the monitor, sitting down in the swivel chair and taking a cursory glance at the file names listed on the drive. The files all had what looked like dates on them, and upon opening one it revealed more files with locations and random numbers. Jason looked on at these files in confusion, the locations all seemed to open up images of damaged buildings, roads and parts of nature. Seems like records of property damage then? Bruce backs out of the dated folder to then click on one of the folders marked with a number.

This file had a lot less in it, just a video and a document file. Moving the cursor, Bruce opened up the video first.

It was horrible, even with leaving out the details. The video played out like a research diary, except it started focusing on a lab table. The scientist’s monologue is the usual for testing videos; date, time, experiment number, but then it got into subject number, and the camera moved. A being in an animal cage, both it and the bars of the cage glowing a familiar green.

White cloaked guards manhandled the being out of the cage, struggling as they strapped the being down to the table as the scientist watched on. Once glowing straps securely held the being down, the guards backed off to out of shot, leaving the scientist to produce a rolling tray of various tools.

Not long after the screaming started.

Jason had heard screaming, practically a part of the job at this point. But this screaming shook something in his core. The beings' pain and fear sung through the speakers to convey levels of emotion Jason personally didn’t think possible. After just a few minutes Jason had to turn away, noticing Dick had already done the same.

At the ten minute mark Bruce finally shut the wailing off, the silence following only leaving the echoes of pain in Jason’s soul. Jason had never thought himself an empath before now, but just hearing that was making every old ache and scar itch and burn as though they were still healing.

Glancing again at Dick told him he wasn’t necessarily alone in that sentiment.

A deep sigh resonated from the chair in front of the computer, deep and tired. Bruce exited the video, then the folder. He opened a few others, all showing the same -if not more- files and videos just like the first. With each folder opened the wailing echo in Jason’s head was replaced by the screaming of the pit. Green seeped into the corners of his vision, hushed voices ringing in his head to eviscerate-destroy-avenge and amplifying the haunted memory of the creature's voice.

The heated whispers were almost getting to be too much, the green in his vision almost encompassing when a sound startled him out of his rage. His vision cleared, and he turned away from the computer, surprised to see Dick had moved closer to him. More noise was coming from the descending elevator now, and as it opened three figures stumbled out, their faces frozen in shock and awe as they took in the cave.

Seemed the guests were good at finding things they weren’t supposed to.

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Tucker watched as Danny pulled a crushing Tim Drake-Wayne down the hall, if he wasn’t so happy at seeing his friend again he’d almost be jealous. Danny was lucky; dude found a teenage billionaire vigilante and somehow seduced him by being an invisible ghost and punching his brother in the face, and not just any teenage billionaire, mother fuckin' Timothy Drake-Wayne.

Ancients, he was gonna bug them so hard for tech upgrades when they got together.

Sam spoke what everyone there was thinking first as they watched the two round a corner out of sight.

“They’re gonna get together, aren't they?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Only a matter of time.”

She huffed and started walking in the opposite direction the boys went, back to the entryway. Tucker and Jazz fell in line beside her as they made their way back at a more leisurely pace.

“Who do you think’ll confess first?” He asked absently, eyes trailing along the fancy wallpaper and swinging between the light fixtures.

“Dunno,” Sam replied just as relaxed. “Knowing Danny he hasn’t even realized he’s crushing on Mr. Vigilante CEO. If it comes down to it, could we always set them up?”

They both chuckled at that, Danny was pretty dense with his feelings sometimes. The on-again off-again thing he and Sam had was proof of that much, even managing to date Valerie somewhere in the middle of it. Then that small stint he had with Wes threw them for a loop, so it was a fifty-fifty chance of him actually asking Tim out, let alone actually realizing what he’s feeling is more than just something his core is making him do.

Honestly, being the best friend of a half-ghost could be so tiring sometimes.

Tucker stumbled, not noticing that Jazz had stuck her hands out in front of him and Sam until she was pushing him back with it. He looked up to see her gazing intently at something just down the hall. Following her gaze Tucker spotted another one of the Waynes, Dick was it? (Ancients, does he really go by Dick?) He looked to be struggling, stumbling down the halls with his arms full of white fabric bunched in odd ways.

“Dude looks like he’s having a hard time,” Sam lowered her voice so as not to be heard by the eldest Wayne adoptee.

“Think we should help?” Tucker asked, matching her volume level readily.

Jazz kept her gaze steady as Dick teetered back and forth down the hall. They all knew just how much those jackets weighed, had looked into their production when it had gotten harder to stun the suits with ecto-weapons. The fact that he was carrying two, even with the strain he was showing, Tucker could admit it was impressive.

“Where is he going with those?” Jazz broke through Tucker’s thoughts with the question.

Both teens looked at each other from around the tall woman, without an answer and equally as curious. Tucker shifted his duffle on his shoulder so that it made less noise while he walked.

“We following him then?” It wasn't a question.

No one made a noise in agreement, they all just started creeping behind the eldest Wayne child as he stumbled through the house on unsteady legs, stopping every so often to gulp down lungfuls of air. Twists and turns eventually led them to a room with double doors, and they watched from around a corner as Dick turned the handle and entered. A shared look between the three and they were up to the doors themselves, listening in on anything that Dick or any others could be saying.

Silence.

Tucker frowned as only a soft click met his ear as they tried listening in. Weird, they were all sure they’d seen Dick go through this door. They should at least be hearing those soft curses they were hearing from Dick before, but the room on the other side was dead silent.

Before he or Jazz could call her off Sam had her hand on the handle, turning the ornate iron and opening the door to a very nice looking office or study. A lot of warm browns and well worn wood greeted the trio, very nice in Tucker’s opinion, though he’d like a little more tech space if he were to have something like this.

“What the zone? We saw Dick come through this door, right?”

Another look around the room. No Dick, no jackets, and no other doors the eldest Wayne could’ve made his escape through.

“Huh,” the only signs Tucker could see that anyone had been in the study recently was the desk chair against the wall, probably intentional, but why?

Something’s fishy.

Tucker walked along the wall, scanning the bookshelves for anything off. In his periphery he could see Sam doing the same, sliding books out of the shelf every so often and dragging her nails across the spines. Jazz kept near the door, her face twisted as she did… something, he wasn’t sure what.

“Do you guys… Hear that?” She asked quietly after a few minutes of searching, her eyes trained on something near the desk, but from where Tucker was standing he couldn’t follow her gaze. Cocking his head to the side, Tucker tried to listen to what Jazz was hearing. They all had enhanced senses because of the long-term ecto-contamination, but Jazz’s was better than Tucker’s and Sam’s both.

“No?” He questioned, looking around the room again as if trying to find anything out of place.

“Exactly!” Jazz exclaimed as she speed walked across the room, rounding the desk to the grandfather clock against the wall. Tucker shared a look with Sam before meeting the red head there, the elder sibling pouring over the old clock and pressing any little thing that remotely looked pressable.

Confused, Tucker tried focusing on the clock again, before realizing.

The clock was broken. There wasn’t any sound because the clock was broken.

Why would a billionaire have a random broken clock in a well used office?

Frantically Tucker started aiding Jazz in the search of the hidden mechanism, there had to be one if this is the room Dick disappeared in. Coincidences don’t happen often in their line of work, after all.

Sam was the one to find the way in, taking a step back to look at the clock as a whole instead of looking at the minute details. After a small time she moved, using her finger to gently move the minute handle of the clock face clockwise. It clicked in place on the way down, and then there was the turning of gears behind the wood, spinning mechanisms whirring and clicking back as the clock moved out of the way to reveal a passage.

“Holy shit,” Tucker breathed as he peaked his head into the dark hall.

Jazz stood up from her crouch and went down the totally-not-a-murder hallway first. Sam followed behind quickly, much to Tuckers' chagrin. Personally he’s had just about enough of eccentric rich people’s creepy secret entrances to the unknown, had too much of that with Vlad when he was still trying to marry Maddie and make Danny his son.

“Tucker, c’mon!”

With a deep sigh Tucker replied, “Coming…”

~~~

“Holy shit,” the one in the hat, Tucker? Murmured as he stumbled out of the elevator.

Jason had to chuckle at his gobsmacked expression.

Yeah, that's basically everyone’s reaction.

A soft chuckle came from Dick, and an even softer one from the couches as their guests came stumbling down the stairs, gawking at every little thing. Tucker seemed to be especially taken with the computer towering behind Bruce as the man glowered at the trio.

“How did you get down here?” Bruce all but demanded, paranoid bastard.

None of the out of towners seemed to care about his tone, the two shorter ones keeping their eyes on all the souvenirs from Bruce’s exploits while the bombshell focused her hard, sexy stare on Bruce.

God that look would make his knees jelly if she happened to direct it at him.

Dick cleared his throat from next to him and they all collectively turned their gazes onto him and Jason, including Jazz’. Thank every deity out there that her gaze softened or Jason might have started blushing. Then he’d never hear the end of it.

“You wanna tell us how you got down here? This isn’t exactly the easiest place to find,” he repeated for Bruce in a much friendlier tone.

They all paused to look at him, saying nothing before the other one, Sam, snorted and moved to sit in the break area by Cass.

“Saw you carrying those agents’s armored coats and followed you down,” she stated on her way over, as though she'd followed him to the kitchen and not to the batcave. Dick sighed deep, probably wondering how they’d tailed him without training, before glancing at Jason. Jason, who wasn’t giving a shit and still staring at the fiery haired beauty gliding towards him.

Oh, oh fuck, he was blushing so hard right now, wasn't he?

He’d expected hoped she would stop near him, maybe talk to him a little, but Jazz’s eyes stayed focused on their target. She walked right past Jason, the smell of citrus trailing behind her as she strutted up to stand before Bruce, still glowering at them collectively from his chair.

Tucker had followed behind her, he noticed as he tried to distract himself, though instead of stopping like the taller one of them had, he continued straight to the computer itself, practically salivating as he inspected the thing while muttering to himself in nerd-speak.

A soft “how?” came from the break area, not defensive (his sister never needed to be defensive with her brothers around) but curious as she appraised the girl sitting across from her. Jason leaned on a support rail, getting a good view of both the glare down by the computers (and the tech talk Dickie was dragged into beside them) as well as the sitting area with the girls.

Sam gave Cass an appraising glance and half shrug before replying. “If you’re asking how we got down here then it's pretty easy,” her face grew into a wicked grin. “We’ve had more than enough practice finding hidden entrances in the homes of suspicious rich people, you were doomed as soon as we found that room empty.”

While that was a mildly concerning statement from someone no older than Tim, Jason knew the trouble regular teenagers could get into. These teens were anything but normal. He was cut off from saying anything remotely reminiscent of that fact, though, by the glaring match by the batcomputer coming to an end thanks to Jazz, who was quickly becoming one of Jason’s favourite people on this earth for more than just her looks.

“You need to apologize to my brother.”

The Bat said nothing, simply raising an eyebrow at the demand as he laced his fingers together under his chin.

“My brother has far too many problems on his shoulders right now, to be worried about what you think of him, and I have half a mind to take him away from this house right now with all the stressors you’ve given him alone. Not to mention the panic attacks,” she continued, Bruce’s eyebrow slowly lowering back down to his signature frown.

“Mrs. Fento-”

“Do not call me that,” she snapped. “That name has brought me and my brother nothing but pain and despair. I don’t need anyone, let alone some traumatized, selfish man with too much money to feed his repressed trauma reminding me or him about the hell they forced on us!”

Bruce’s frown grew deeper. Jason was thinking about what style ring would look good on those beautiful, calloused fingers of hers.

“And I know what it's like to want all the answers, believe me I do! But that doesn’t excuse the fact that to my knowledge you gave my hurt, scared, desperate little brother two panic attacks with the invasive questions you’ve asked him. After he told you to back down!” By now Jazz should be panting with the strain her rant was making her voice go through, but it seemed that whatever strange not-meta powers she had gave her some extra lung capacity. Jason really wished he had some popcorn right about now, this show was killer.

“So let me ask you this, Bruce Thomas Wayne, why should I trust you with the safety of my brother if all you’ve done so far was hurt him? Why should I leave him with a lonely, obsessed rich Frootloop with emotional constipation when we already have one that’s gone through therapy and is more than willing to let us stay with him?”

With a final huff Jazz let the silence of the cave return. Everyone watching the two, wondering just how the bat will handle his most challenging opponent yet; the righteous fury of a protective older sister.

Bruce took a moment to digest the onslaught he was put under with the grace he’s learned over years of dealing with distraught victims and grieving families, running his eyes over the tightly wound form of the woman.

“Mrs. Jasmine,” he tried again, speaking slowly as though he was walking through a verbal minefield, which he kinda was. “I understand your distrust in me-” fucking sure he does, “-but my intentions have only ever been to help Phantom gain justice for all the pain the government has given him.” Jason wanted nothing more than to throw Bruce into a wall, ‘offer to others freely what you could never do for me, because of course he has to be the hero for people outside his little brood’.

Jazz didn’t deign that answer a response, instead narrowing her eyes at the man in the chair in front of her. Jason personally couldn’t understand why she wasn’t responding, outside of the fact that that wasn’t the answer to something she had asked Bruce. Letting the verbal beatdown devolve back into a staring contest didn’t sound too bad to Jason, as letting this bombshell of a woman wear down Bruce’s patience like water eroding rock would be just too fun to watch.

“Jazz?” A familiar yet different voice called from above them.

Jason and the rest of the group turned to see Tim on the stairs, hand in hand with some tall ass, lithe motherfucker that looked like Bruce would jump at the opportunity to adopt in a heartbeat. Glacial blue eyes landed on him and recognition flashed through Jason.

Holy shit, ghost boy breathes.

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Using the actual passage to get to the batcave instead of just phasing through the floor was an interesting experience for Danny. Not a bad experience, just different.

The added benefit of holding Tim’s hand the whole way there only made the experience better.

They had rushed through the manor since getting Dick’s text about Danny’s friends finding the batcave, not really addressing the whole heap of crap he’d unloaded on him. They speed walked wordlessly through the halls, Tim surely processing what Danny had told him and Danny trying simultaneously to think of his friends and nothing at all. He felt numb, the explanation and the phantom sensations that went with it only made him remember the hardship that had followed his death. Not that there weren’t any good things that came with his powers, but he was sure if he tallied everything up the good outweighed the bad. Danny used Tim’s hand to ground himself, instead of drowning in the memories.

There were other times he could wallow in self pity.

So, he followed obediently as they reached Bruce’s office, watched as Tim spun the hands of the grandfather clock to open the access to the elevator, said nothing as they filed into the elevator and stared at the lights above the door. The whole time Danny was silently relishing at the warmth shared between their held hands, core purring at the connection between them.

Danny was pretty sure he looked like a mess, wiping at the remnants of dried tear tracks with his free hand and willing the red blotchyness of his skin away, using ice to chill his hand for added cooling.

“You gonna be okay?”

Danny didn't turn to face the other teen, instead tightening his grasp and giving the best facsimile of a smile he could at the moment.

“Eventually,” he matched Tim’s soft tone, wincing inwardly at the way his voice cracked.

Tim just squeezed back as the elevator doors dinged open, letting them catch on to the tail end of his sister’s monologue.

“-I leave him with a lonely, obsessed rich Frootloop with emotional constipation when we already have one that’s gone through therapy and is more than willing to let us stay with him?”

A surprised snort came from the bird beside him as they walked onto the elevator platform. Jazz was towering over Bruce, currently sitting in the swivel chair near the batcomputer, Sam and Cass were watching from the couches in the lounge, Tucker had seemingly roped Dick in to discuss the specifics of the batcomputer, completely ignoring the vendetta Jazz had for the billionaire, and Jason was leaned against some railing in full Hood gear, staring intently at the scene before him.

“Mrs. Jasmine,” Bruce spoke tentatively, softly, in a way that Danny knew that Bruce had said something before that she didn’t like. “I understand your distrust in me, but my intentions have only ever been to help Phantom gain justice for all the pain the government has given him.”

Well, he could’ve fooled Danny with the way he went about it, and judging from the writhing cyclone of emotions storming off of Jason he wasn’t the only one that had something to say. It was a little concerning to peek at just how bad Bruce was at not saying what he felt, as during the time Danny had spent in the manor he had only felt Bruce’s feelings come from a place of protectiveness, nothing harmful or malicious. What he said didn’t always reflect what he felt, though, and even with the empathic abilities Danny was more often than not rubbed the wrong way by Bruce’s questioning.

Maybe he should go see Vlad’s therapist, if they helped him they could definitely help Buce.

Still, it would probably be best to cut this short. As best he could, Danny cleared his throat. It wouldn’t be great for his voice to crack, giving away just how many emotions he’s gone through in the last hour.

“Jazz?” Danny called out, watching as all heads in the room turned to him and Tim. He watched as confusion flashed on three of four bats faces, with only Dick giving them a smile in greeting from near the bat computer monitor. Cass showed recognition first, giving a small wave and smile as greeting, followed by Bruce’s frown deepening. Jason was the last and loudest with his realization.

“What the hell‽ You aren’t just some freaky eldritch dead kid‽ Why didn’t you tell me I wasn’t the only one that left his grave to spite death‽” Jason looked properly struck with the realization too, which only made it funnier to Danny.

“Because I still am the freaky eldritch dead kid,” he said after a chuckle as he descended the stairs. “Life just gave me a free pass to keep being a confusing son of a corpse.”

Jason bent over clutching his stomach with one hand with how hard he was laughing, and Danny laughed with him. Even as the other members of the Wayne family all gave their own levels of concerned stares, and Danny’s fraid just sighingin fond exasperation, having dealt with Danny’s death jokes too often.

Hey, death is funny, and Danny was glad he finally found someone to laugh about it with.

Bruce cleared his throat as the two’s laughter eventually died down, making himself the focus of the group of young adults. With an obvious look over in Danny’s direction, eyes lingering on the clasped hands between him and his son, and a quick glance to Jazz he addresses the young man in front of him.

“Daniel James Fenton?”

A few reactions came immediately, namely Danny’s involuntary flinch and Jazz’s growl in warning. His friends by now had moved closer to the center of the chaos, and at their friends' flinch were pulling out weapons to aim at the threat, namely Batman. Bruce, unperturbed by the sci-fi weapons now in his face, simply waits for Danny to answer.

And how does Danny answer that? After what he’d just talked about with Tim, and the fight-or-flight panic attack before that, he was feeling pretty damn drained by now. The initial callout for his real (dead?) name certainly gave him a few flashbacks to highschool, but it mostly didn’t faze him by now. He knew he definitely didn’t like being reminded of the people who housed him killed him, hunted him, drove him from his home but otherwise he had no outward reaction to knowing Bruce knew his name.

A squeeze from the hand on his told him he probably should answer, and a glance to Tim showed Danny just how worried for him his friend was. Danny gave Tim a reassuring smile, but it probably just looked tired. Turning his head back to Bruce he gave a half shrug along with his response.

“In the flesh.”

A tense moment between the two groups passed before a single nod from Bruce broke the tension. Sam and Tucker hesitantly put their weapons down, tension slowly draining out of their frames at the lack of malicious response. Jason moved to take his hand off his pistol from beside them and out of the corner of his eye Danny could see Cass lower a batarang and take her foot off the back of the couch.

Bruce’s eyes still remained locked on Danny and Tim though, specifically their hands. Tim seemed to notice the direction of the gaze after a moment and reluctantly, sheepishly slipped his hand from Danny’s. Disappointing, but not unexpected (was it bad he already missed the warmth?).

“So,” Dick spoke up as the silence began to turn awkward. “Is the look a new look, or?...”

Danny snorted and shook his head, leave it to older siblings to ask important questions in awkward ways.

“No, Dick, this isn’t a new look. If anything, it's my original.”

Dick scrunched his face up, confused by the wording and the lack of conceivable imagery on how that works.

“And that works, how?...”

Danny rolled his eyes at the ‘subtle’ probing, at least he wasn’t being forceful with his questioning like someone. He gave Jazz a quick look, silently asking for permission, and with a small nod he looked back to the eldest bird, a small smirk dancing on his lips.

“Like this,” he commented as he formed the glacial electric rings at his torso, hastening the transformation so as to not completely blind those who hadn’t looked away. Black was replaced with white, blue with green, and his jeans and band shirt with cargo pants and hoodie. Energy flooded through his system with the conversion of blood and flesh to ectoplasm, and he had to fight to stay boots to ground as gravity suddenly became optional.

Small gasps resounded through the cave, now much louder to his sensitive ears and Danny’s small smirk grew impossibly wide with the blatant stares. After a few moments of letting those unused to the light adjust Danny changed back to human form, blinding them all again just for fun. The groans had him and his fraid chuckling as the bats blinked spots from their eyes.

Eyes roaming now for anything to stave off the eventual questions of his questionable mortality, Danny’s gaze fell on the side table on which Bruce had set the interesting pieces of tech they had taken from the agents. Frowning, Danny walked over to the side table to get a better view.

The table held a few items, but they all scratched at some thought buried in his brain, something he maybe didn’t want to bring up. The belt, of course, was familiar to him because of the investigation Tim had been working on since before they had met. Beside it was a set of silver metal bracelets, smooth and sleek on the outside but with nodes and circuitry on the underside. Finally there were the two standard issue GIW ectoblasters, based on the Fentons patented designs.

He reached for the belt specifically to inspect the wiring on the reverse side, only to receive a shock when his fingers grazed the surface. Snapping his hand back and clutching it to his chest, the memory of where he knew the belt and the cuffs came from surfaced.

“Tucker,” Danny called, voice suddenly hoarse as panic clawed at his throat and iced his core. “Tucker, these… I thought we destroyed the production methods?”

Danny had to force his breathing stable as Tucker rushed over to inspect the table beside him. When he reached the table his warm brown paled to a dusty gray, whipping out his PDA to search for something Dannny dreaded. His best friend looked at him from the screen of his device with wide eyes as he confirmed his fears.

“The production, it's still going.”

The panic that had been crawling up Danny’s throat threatened to consume his thoughts as his breathing quickened. He stumbled his way backwards, nearly tripping over his own feet before Tucker caught him by the arm. Startled, he jerked as the hand met his skin, instinctively going ghost and dematerializing into a shapeless cloud, slipping through Tucker's grasp as he rushed to huddle around his sister's shoulders. A static hissing came from the cloud, grating on non liminal ears. To those who could understand, his hiss screamed fear-hurt-hate-destroy them as his instincts overtook rational thought.

The feeling of blades dancing over his body, cutting into his skin and taking pieces of him for study. Solid steel trapping him to the cold examination table as his screams were choked back by the muzzle on his mouth. A maniacal grin leering down at him, haloed by the overhead lights. He tried to close his eyes, only to hear a tutting as the researcher torturing him dug into his open wrist and pulled at his tendons.

“What’s wrong, little abomination? Can't handle this session? Or maybe you’re just trying to hold back your crocodile tears. You know they won’t work on me after all.”

Soft giggling as she extracted one of his carpal bones and placed it on a petri dish. A shock from the collar around his neck, forcing the creeping black from his vision in an explosion of pain.

“Awe, you can’t escape from this that easily, 4609, we need you awake for this session.” An involuntary twitch of his fingers as she sliced a section of his tendons off. Another scream.

A warm hand gliding through him, why through him? They didn’t allow him to go intangible or gaseous unless it was for a ‘session’. With another pass he started to hear something other than the researchers maniacal giggling. A voice, soft and melodic, repeating the same tones again and again in time with the hands motions. Danny felt himself whimper, not daring to open his eyes in fear of it being a hallucination.

“Danny,” the voice rang. Familiar, soft, Danny still doesn’t open his eyes.

“Danny, you’re okay. You aren’t with them anymore. My hand is going through you, right? You weren’t able to do that there. You’re safe,” The voice, Jazz, murmurs from somewhere above him.

Hesitantly Danny peeks an eye open. He’s currently formless, about the size of a large housecat, sitting on top of Jazz’ lap on a couch in the lounge. He opens his other eye and looks around, seeing Tucker quietly explaining to Bruce and Dick about those things on the table with grave faces while the rest of the group had crowded around him and his sister, Sam to his left and Tim to his right, Cass and Jason sitting on the edge of their seats on the opposite couch.

Jason sat back as he saw the swiveling green stars form from the black putty on his cinnamon heart’s lap. “The doom cloud just looked at me, you think he’s out of it yet?”

“This doom cloud can hear you, Zombozo. And yes, I’m… I’m okay now, I think.”

A snort from his left, Sam leaning back herself as a small relieved smile grew. “If he’s cracking jokes, then yes he's out of it.”

Tim and Cass shared a confused look as the ones who could understand ghost speak relaxed into the cushions. Jazz continued her stroking even after the confirmation and Danny sunk into the attention, spilling over her lap onto those of Tim and Sam’s, pulling a fond scoff from one and more pets from the other. The memories and anxiety fading with the ministrations and familiar mix of emotions coming from them, and Danny’s core started to settle enough that he could reform if he wanted to.

He didn’t, but he could if he wanted to.

Movement prompted a glance over to the computer again, and seeing Bruce moving towards the group on the couch Danny gathered himself back into Jazz lap. There seemed to be a look of finality on the man’s face as he came upon the group.

“I can’t put this off anymore than I have already. I’ve moved the League debrief on the Ghost Investigation Ward up to tomorrow, with all the evidence you kids have gathered there won’t be much to contest in their favour for.”

The three Amity Parkers that could look to one another, hope gleaming in their eyes. Bruce made sure to direct his gaze to the being curled in his sister’s lap as he spoke his next words.

“I promise you, the League will help you see justice, we will bring them down.”

~~~

A proud looking woman swept down white corridors, the ends of her lab coat swinging with her gate. She stopped halfway down a particular hallway to face the being on the other side of a thick pane of reinforced glass, smiling.

“I’m so sorry, that move must have been difficult for you,” she said with fake sympathy to the pair of dead green eyes staring at her.

“But you see,” she continued. “We finally caught wind of your other! Won’t it be nice to be reunited with it once we reclaim it, 4612?”

The being said nothing, simply keeping its dead gaze trained on the woman.

“Yes!” She clapped her hands in faux delight. “What good you both will do for us once we have you both! Oh, I can’t wait to continue the research sessions I had to put on pause when it broke out. With you both we’ll finally be able to fight on equal grounds with you scum!”

Her smile grew predatory as she looked at the poor state of her specimen, bound and limp. It had learned months ago that screaming and struggling would do nothing. It was much more docile now, simply watching her act as it sat listlessly in the corner of its cell, unkempt white hair covering whatever free space of its slack face that wasn’t already covered by the muzzle. Oh how she wished she could see its face during their sessions together, but sadly she couldn’t.

Oh well, better to be safe than sorry, with a Phantom.

#danny phantom #dp x dc crossover #eldritch danny #tim drake #tim x danny #dp fic #dp x dc #dc fic

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weebnotheree · 8 months

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~ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵 ~ || Ɓօօƙ 1

|| 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦 ||

Standing near the ocean, on a hill. Two people. A son and his father. Blood, dripping in the snow, staining its artic glow. Their hair and Sesshomaru's dog fur swaying in the wind.

"Father. Do you insist on going?" the son spoke with such intensity in his voice. There he stood a few meters behind the one he calls father. His father looked ahead, not turning to face him as he spoke.

"Do you intend to stop me, Sesshomaru?" his father declared.

"I will not stand in your way. However, before you go, you must entrust the sword Sō'unga and Tessaiga to me" he suggested, which was really a demnad for his father.

"And if i refuse? Will you kill me? Your own father" he groaned in annoyance of what he thinks what Sesshomaru is really after. "Do you desire power so much? Why do you seek power my son?"

"The path I walk is the way of Supreme Conquest. And it is power that will reveal the way for me" he voiced straightforwardly. His father slightly put his head down with disappointment. Why does he seek power? Unlike his other son Inuyasha. Thou they might have forgotten their second eldest of the brothers, the father has not. He is still in search of his son, not giving up. M/n and Inuyasha do not seek power like their brother Sesshomaru. But something else.

[Hard-heartedly: Lacking in feeling or compassion; pitiless and cold.]

"Supreme Conquest" he uttered hard-heartedly. "Tell me Sesshomaru. Have you someone to protect?" he asked. Wanting to test Sesshomaru, he awaits his answer.

He was looking at his father, standing in front of him. He squinted his eyes. "Protect?" he remarked. Who would he need to protect? He doesn't need to protect anyone. He only protects himself. Tension took over as they stood. Only the waves of the ocean could be heard crashing against the sand.

"The answer is no. I Sesshomaru have no idea of such" he says as he spreads out his right arm, with his pointer and middle finger in a position he usually uses. Like his poisonous whips from his fingertips. He stanced himself ready to fight as his father roared, turning into a giant dog demon. His answer made his father very angry.

(sorry its like that *yk the effect in anime's when u try to pause and screenshot*)

How could he forget? I mean yeah it hasss been an insanely long time BUT STILL.

ok but why are their voices deep tho o-o kinda deeper than i remember now that im going back an watching it.

But anyways I hope you enjoyed this s- prologue u-u. And I still am updt TBHK CH51 (warning, it's gonna be long. Soo yea) DONT worry!! It's just school that's taking up the time for me updating. But I've just been having the urge to upt SOME OF MY STORIES but school work is ugh...but hopefully I have it updt by 3:20 pm. AND/OR TOMRRW! srry if I keep saying ill udpt..its just bc I'm busy. 🥱 😴😵💫 and i be tired after school.

Bruh and it's so funny bc yall keep getting onto me about that Sagittarius sign 🤣. GUYS..i only put it there bc i thought it was the GENDER thing for a boy 😖 😖 I even looked it up and it was blue with that sign...smh 😤 but I Luv all signs, don't come for me!

And look forward to new stories. Yk i just keep getting new ideas AND i still don't have my devices still so these ideas are.....(_-_)and doing the stories during school is just *sighs* so yea look forward to those >~< 😞 😔 😭

AND the things small TINY celebrating..whatever u wanna call it, when I post the updt it's gonna say like "TYSM FOR 50K" but now the book is up to 60...k i think, or 56 point something but don't mind that bc that was when i DID hit 50K. BUT TY FOR READING MY STORIES AND FOLLOWING ME I REALLY APPRECIATE IT! IT ALWAYS ENCOURAGES ME TO WRITE MORE AND KEEP UPDT!! 🥺 🥺

#wattpad #demons #dogs #dog demon #inuyasha #kagome #sesshomaru #lord sesshoumaru #dad #father #romance #x reader #x male reader #yn #mn

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post-office-by-the-bay · 3 days

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hiiii covey!

i almost forgot.. here are some questions for u.. super fun i promise. rly rly, so very simple.

• how ripe do u like ur bananas

• show me ur pet! (i think u had a dog??)

• favorite citrus?

• what shows are u watching right now

• do you like velvet (the fabric. super important question i know)

• corner middle or edge of a brownie

• do u like rabbits???? (very important. i have a rabbit. his name is millie.)

thats all i have for now

i hope ur having a wonderful week !! take ur time replying btw i can be patient!!!! 🫡

love, 🪼

dearest darling jellyfish anon,

this is actually fun!! thanks for sending this in!!

i like my bananas a little green lmao i like the taste of the starch okay leave me alone-

i do have a dog! ill put a pic at the end (if I remember if not i've def posted a pic of him on my blog...like ages ago if you feel like searching lmao-)

ummm probs lime bc i like to put it on my burritos!!

THE BEAR OF FX YALL ITS SO GOOD IVE REWATCHED IT TWICE OH MY LORD

no. hate it. texture a big no no for me

i actually would rather take a big ass bite out of styrofoam than eat a brownie but if i had to, im a big crust hater so the middle piece lmao

i had bunnies and rabbits as a kid and it was truamatic so...kinda no. BUT im sure your rabbit is very sweet and not demented like my sisters, which bite me so hard so many times im just covered in buckteeth scars-

THANKS FOR BEING SO PATIENT!!

all my love,

covey 𐙚⊹ ࣪ ˖

#hey this is your captain speaking ₊✩‧｡⋆𐙚 𓆝 #officer jellyfish ࿐༉༉

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eggycarton · 1 year

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anyone remember that app QuizUp from like the mid 2010s? it was trivia but only 7 questions from a pack/category at a time so it was almost like competitive flashcards, AND there were super specific categories like art history or individual fandoms or (my favorite) dog breeds/facts.

yall......i need quizup back so bad u dont even know. no other trivia app or website has the same structure, community, or likeability and ive been searching for a replacement for YEARS

#no? just me? :(#quizup #tagging the app name just in case anyone ever tries looking it up on tumblr

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perfctvelvet · 23 days

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hi!! oh my god im so happy i found you again!! i remember when i found your old tumblr i was soo obsessed with your fics and then suddenly u deleted most of them and i got so upset i thought you were gone forever :// but im so glad i found u??!! its so refreshing to see ppl actually writing about models and not only using them as face claim lol i love your writing!! also i lovee to see you are a fellow red velvet stan 🫶🏽

I'm glad you found me too!!!! Tumblr's search function is dog shit so I'm always surprised when people find me but yall are always welcome🤗

and yes I love red velvet 😏 I need to write more for them

#answered

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the-acid-pear · 2 months

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also i was thinking about toxic yaoi and by toxic yaoi i mean i was thinking of how it pisses me off when ppl just call rape fetish djs "toxic yaoi" like call it for its fucking name man toxic yaoi should be used for nuanced topics not jsut your lame ass shit you're too shy to call with your whole chest because you know people wouldnt take it well anyway uh it got me thinking of my old fujo days and 1) im gonna try find the fetus yaoi rn bc i hate yall but 2) its curious how back in the day to find the most disgusting fetishistic thing was like, a sport, yknow, like it was simply something people did and then took pride like heh... yeah i read That One Manga the worst i read was probably one with a girl and a dog and you know its bad bc that's no longer yaoi. No comments regarding it btw it was as disgusting and explicit as you'd imagine def not something a kid should've read and probably not an adult either but here we are. I didnt read it as an adult for the record i mean the rest. Anyway speaking of this shit i just remembered the cursed yaoi was a trilogy it was the orc's bride (read it, in retrospective it wasn't so crazy, very graphic in an horrific way tho), feeding lamb (i actually liveblogged that one THAT is fucking Toxic Yaoi(tm) that shit goes hard i love it and the artstyle is very funny and the story is sad and compelling all my homies love feeding lamb) but there was a third one i cannot for the life of mine remember. I checked uh, my old chat logs. The third was Bait. I swear to god i dont remember that that's bizarre i remember the other two perfectly well. WAIT I JUST REMEMBERED THAT WAS JUST THE FURRY ONE yeah no shit man that was tame as fuck no wonder i forgot. anyway yeah uh, let me try to find those fetuses very quick

Edit: its not one google search away fuck it im not gonna do more research than that that fucking doujinshi doesnt deserve to exist in anyone's mind but mine im taking this one for the team its my cross to bear and etc

#luly talks

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blvckentropy · 7 months

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Not so happy ending...

I wrote this for Reedsy but I didn't win so I figure its fair game from there lol 🤷🏾‍♀️ Not about anyone in particular, they gave us prompts to pick from. Hope yall like it. Haven't post a writing prompt in so long. So, bear with me on typos and grammar😭

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"I’ve had one too many drinks." At least that’s what Deborah thought was happening when she noticed her best friend's groom with one of the bridesmaids the day before the wedding! Let’s see how she takes it, shall we?

I see my Lord, and savior is testing me today. I thought my eyes were playing with me, or maybe I threw back too many Long Island ice teas to comprehend what was right in front of me at this moment. I just saw my best friend Sheva's soon-to-be husband, Carter, prancing around in the hotel hallways with one of the bridesmaids. I’m not too keen on who she is personally, let alone know the girl's name. She is not part of my immediate mutual friends' group with Sheva. If I’m remembering right, she was one of her friends she met at her job, I guess. But that’s beside the point. On to more pressing problems, which is whether or not I should tell Sheva that her so-called prince charming is a two-timing sleazy low-down dirty dog and "her friend" a capital H, from Babylon. I quickly jumped behind the wall to get out of their line of sight, but it seems like they were too busy sucking each other's faces to realize there were other people in the hall.

That’s fine by me. I quickly pulled out my phone and took video and pictures of the affair before she grabbed him by his tie with those fake press-on nails of hers and pulled him eagerly into her awaited bedroom. I can’t believe this, and I'm still in shock. Every bone in my body is telling me to bust in there and give them a piece of my mind on behalf of Sheva and myself. The door slammed shut, and I was off to the races after I got myself situated. It took some time for my body and feet to get on the same page. I sprinted to my room, which I shared with my friend Keisha. Stumbling off the elevator onto the fifth floor, I had to take a quick breather because my head was still spinning from the alcohol. "Come on, Deb, get ahold of yourself," I muttered to myself as the elevator doors opened to my floor. Heels in hand, I ran down the hall in search of our room. Once I found it, I banged on the door. I hope she isn't sleeping.

It took her ten seconds to force open the door with a stern face. "D**m five-o, are you alright? Why are you knocking on the door like that? Where’s your key?". I pushed past her into the room, and she closed the door behind me. All the adrenaline I felt started to subside after taking a couple of deep breaths. "You look like you've seen a ghost. What happened to you?" I looked at her. "You won’t believe what I just saw." "What? Must be pretty serious," she said, folding her arms across her chest as she waited for me to continue. I took a deep breath. "I saw Carter kissing one of the bridesmaids, and they are in her room right now". She stared at me with her wide eyes and mouth ajar. "You’re lying?!," "No way, are you serious?" "Shh, keep your voice down, and yes, I am. Hell, I wish I wasn't," I voiced, shaking my head. It was written all over Keisha that she was fuming.

"That piece of trash really decided to do this 16 hours before he marries Sheva." "Oh no, not on my watch". She turned on her heel and was about to march out the door until I stopped her. "No, no, no, you’re not going to say or do anything about this to anyone, especially Sheva." I stood blocking the door. "We are not seriously about to let that jerk get away with this." She stared at me like I had five heads. “Of course, not” I had a smirked to myself. “But you can best believe tomorrow we be a day he’ll never forget but you can’t mention a word to anyone not even Sheva not until tomorrow.” Keisha nods her head in agreement “My lips are sealed”. “So, what you have in mind?” I started to give her the run down on the operation.

Deborah could barely sleep a link last night; rather it was due to excitement or anxiety, all she knew was today gone be one “special” surprise for everyone. Her and the rest of the bridal party were in their separate rooms away from the grooms' man and groom to get ready for the day. All the bridesmaids were dressed in their off the shoulder's mermaid style floor length gowns and waited outside Sheva’s room while she got ready with her mother. None of us have seen her wedding dress so she wanted to surprise us. Meanwhile, Deborah couldn’t help to land her wondering eyes towards wicked witch of a “friend” sitting across from her on her phone smiling away. Who could she be talking to? Carter? Another man perhaps? It made Deborah want to barf.

Keisha must have peeped the situation as well; rolling her eyes at the scene. Deborah and her shared a look with each other and smirked. A few minutes went by then the side doors started to open. Out came Sheva in a spaghetti strap, Cinderella-like white gown with an elegant lace bodice completed with a sheer nude neckline. Finishing off the look with a full 3D laced skirt matching the top. Deborah felt tears in her eyes; she looked absolutely stunning. It really complimented her chocolate skin tone so well. She had her hair curled into a bun with the matching bridal tiara veil flowing down to the floor. Everyone gasped and threw compliments at her when walked past by to the middle of the room. She twirled around in a circle for dramatic effect. “Do you guys like it?” she asked the group.

“Love it!” They all screamed and giggled in unison. Sheva’s mom quickly checked her watch. “Ok ladies, as much I hate to break up this happy moment, it’s time to get this party on the road”. All the girls grabbed their flower pieces and rushed out the doors. Deborah fortunately hung back far enough to grab Sheva by her arm before she could get away. “Hey can I talk to you for a minute” she whispers in a hushed tone. Sheva looked confused but agreed. Keisha thumbs up and closed the doors for their privacy. “What is it you need to talk about Debs?” Deborah let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding before opening her mouth.

All the bridesmaids and grooms' men made it down isle to their rightful places as the piano played que up for entering of the bride. Sheva stood with her left arm around her father’s then they slowly made their way down the rose petal filled runner. She still had a smile on her face but Deborah knew better. It was shocking she still wanted to go through with the wedding after what she told her and showed video evidence. At this point, even she was just as confused of what was about to happen for these next excruciating hours. They made it done the aisle then her father nodded her off towards a waiting Carter. The nerve to have that big stupid grin on his face.

“We are gathered here today in front of God, family, and friends to unite Sheva and Carter in hold matrimony...” the pastor went into his whole lengthy dialog which Deborah slightly blocked out. Listening only every once and a while. “If there is anyone present who can show just cause these two should not be joined in matrimony; speak now and forever hold your peace...” Deborah looked at Keisha who was already looking at her then she moved over to the bridemaid’s face or at least tried when she notice the girl was looking away. She finally turned towards Sheva and Carter. They both smiling in each other but if you blink, you’d would missed the mischevous smirk of Sheva’s lips. What is about to happen?

“The couple has decided to prepare their own vows for each other, if you all be so kind to give them the floor” the pastor nods his head to the couple and everyone quiet down allowing them to have their undivided attention. Carter went first. “Sheva, as I stand before you, my eyes look deeply into your eyes, and I’m reminded of all the things I fell in love with. I find myself loss for words to say. You are everything I could ever wish for in a wife. It makes me remember how blessed I am, how I can’t ever thank the Lord enough for allowing you into my life. Sheva, I love you, I promise to love, to protect, and to cherish every moment we have forever.” Awes and small claps were heard amongst the audience. Deborah and Keisha scoffed and mumbled under their breaths.

Sheva handed off my bouquet to Deborah and grabbed hold of the microphone. “Oh Carter, that was...touching. Thank you”. His grooms' men gave him encouraging pats on the backs. Sheva giggles to herself. “I’ve prepared a poem for you I hope you like it,” she clears her throat “There once was a guy, engaged and true...But with the bridesmaid, he did pursue. He cheated and lied, His love for his fiancé died, and now she stands in front of everyone to say their through.” Everyone gasps and Carter was left speechless. “Umm....what’s going on baby?” he questioned.

She looked at him; and if looks could kill, he’d be six feet under for sure. “What’s going on...oh I’m just letting everyone know what a lying, conniving jackass you are!” She warped around and looked at the frighten bridesmaid “And you, how dare you do this to me!” Sheva launches at her; the girl tries to run away not before Sheva managed to yank her wig off her head. Deborah and Keisha immediately burst into laughter. The girl screamed and ran out the church. While everyone else was distraught, Sheva carried on with her attack by continuously hitting Carter with said wig. Took a few minutes before someone had the courage to pull her off of him.

“You can let go me; the wedding is off” she fixed herself and casually marched back up the aisle with her parents right behind her and her two faithful friends close behind. Well, that went zero to a thousand real fast.

#writing #writing prompt #fiction #my story #creative writing #funny #drama #short story #nonsims

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madlichen · 2 years

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had a dream that i was a wizard who could do spells & shit.

i was searching for a way out of the castle with 12-something wizard friends but also trying to solve a mystery. everyone else was being secretive about the mysterious thing and we were all trying to hide the fact we were wizards. we were all doing our own thing for a bit but then got trapped inside a room where all the lights suddenly went out and we had to use our sneak 100 skills to avoid the dog-sized blind spiders that were patrolling the room and echolocating for the invaders.

they didn't catch any of us and we all found an elevator out of the castle. it had this weird door inside we had to avoid. once out, we went around exploring the town and found a small house and it looked like no one was home but then a scary guy in a black truck with a lift kit started chasing us.

i fled and, using all kinds of spells to give the needed abilities, jumped up, onto, then over a fancy glass mall and resteraunt and hid out in the pizza-making room. i started washing the dishes to make it look like i was doing something, but then the girl running the place walked in and was talking to me like i was the owner. more people waked in and started making pizzas and not only did i feel like i had to keep pretending to be the owner - and possibly i actually was the owner and was just so old that i forgot - but also i felt guilty for putting the dishes in the sink because now the people had to do all that work again making the pizzas. i think the people knew i was actually a wizard in chef's clothing but they kept pretending i was the owner.

anyway, my apparent daughter convinced me i was the owner, and i gave her the deed to the land and resteraunt because she was doing a great job of running the place while i was away doing who-knows. i told her the finances were in the office and already had instructions because of my failing memory. and that's where the dream ended.

yall. this is the first dream i've remembered in years. this shit is crazy. maybe i'm actually a pizza chef from a wizarding land but the dementia has progressed so far that i've been convinced i'm just a normal dude in a normal world.

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pseudo90sdreaming · 2 years

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𝘽𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙊𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙨

so ive actually never played genshin before. ive only read fanfiction and listened to my friend talk about it so this is probably rly inaccurate. oh well. get over it yall. happy (very belated) birthday @peachykeenwritings. love you.

The demon wrapped its hands around his throat. Xiao could feel it begin to squeeze, each clawed finger digging its way through his skin. The claws were long and sharp, thick and matted with dirt and grime and shit Xiao didn’t even want to think about. The nails were a dark brown, almost black. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Xiao could remember someone telling him the name of the color. Smokey, the voice chimed in his brain, musical and vibrant, the term is smokey black. It reminds me of you when you leave and reappear. Xiao wished he could disappear in that one moment, fall asleep in that miasma he could escape to; any other time a prison, but tonight, his safe haven from the pressure around his neck. The smokey black was cracked along the nails, like a shitty paint job, and along the palms, Xiao could feel the rotting clots dig their way into his skin. One sniff of the repugnant smell made Xiao heave. It turned into a struggling wheeze, and Xiao vomited a raspy cough. He knew what that smell was. He’d known that smell for years; had worn it inside and out, hanging over his shoulders till it inked his skin darker than the tattoos on his arm.

The thumbs pressed against his Adam’s apple, tearing into him and pulling at the cartilage. It burned. It burned so fucking much. Xiao gasped, eyes wide and frantic, searching for something stable to settle on.

Don’t look at the face.

Look anywhere but the face.

HisAdam’s apple bobbed, and he could feel the thing rub against the demon’s callused hand. Something sharp caught onto the cartilage; Xiao couldn’t give a rat’s ass what it was, but it was thick and long and had hooked itself into the flesh which lay right before the Adam’s apple. His breath quickened. His neck tensed. In a quick riiiiiip! Xiao felt the skin tear apart, warm blood gurgling. Xiao’s vision went white; his jaw slacked. He could feel cold air rush through the cavity in his throat and past his throbbing voice box. The limp skin flapped as the hands pressed hungrily into him, its matted fur clogging his exposed cartilage. He choked pitifully, feeling something warm and wet well up, and he whimpered. Fucking whimpered like a dog without its teeth. He wanted to cry, feeling he was no better than the stray fucking mutts being butchered by their own kind. He didn’t know if it were the blood from his throat, or the tears in his eyes, or the acidic spittle of the monster, but a wetness burned him through, creating a wound in his heart far more painful than the one in his throat.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, maybe more present, maybe farther gone than he could ever go, Xiao thought the tear in his throat sounded like a warm spring day. Where the wind was warm and inviting; where the fields were decorated in vivacity and children ate from the orange blossoms. The leaves smelled sweet, like tangerines, and couples kissed in the dying sunlight. His chest would tighten, as he watched the people eat oranges together, as the juices ran down their chin and their neck, as a loved one cleaned up their mess, and all Xiao had to show was the rotting skin of an old blood orange.

He wished panic was the only thing to have him in a chokehold right now.

The nape of his neck felt cold. The demon’s talons slowly sunk into his pearly skin, marring his most coveted place. His skin rolled in goosebumps, and he felt his stomach tighten in fear. He could hear the subtle tearing of flesh, a gentle pull, something so soft and sincere, and he could feel the warm plunge as the dirtied claws grasped at the muscles in his neck. He gasped, gurgled, as the fingers dug around inside him, latching onto tendons and ligaments. He screamed and thrashed, wailing like a child looking for its mother, as it slowly dragged its dirtied hands along the seven vertebrae there, tapping each one for good measure, counting him. It tickled the Atlas, snapping his head forward in a blinding snap. He could hear how hard that snap was; feel the ringing pain behind his eyes and in his ears and all around his head.

He let out a wailing sob as he felt the dirtied hands touch him. Everything he had been holding back for archon’s only know how long; days, months, years, decades, centuries of pain rushed out in a torrent of self-hatred and ugliness and sin and rotting blood orange skins. Those fucking fingers dragged along him like they knew him, like they owned him, like he was theirs and they were his, in an act so sacred and so loving. The tears were warm tears, and he shuddered as he felt them drip down his face. They left hot streaks in their wake, searing his skin and leaving it red and blotchy and ugly. He felt like shriveling up and dying, hiding away in a darkened corner, his smoke, his miasma, in the farthest corners of Teyvat, in his head, and letting his body rot and fester for the rats and dogs to eat away at his carcass. He breathed in quick and heady breaths, his diaphragm clutching painfully. The hole in his throat swelled, the tears growing, and Xiao could feel the breaking skin reach his chin and his clavicle, exposing far more than just his cartilage and muscle. He felt naked. He was under a spotlight, bright and burning, and there was nothing he could do to hide himself. There was no dark corner, or smoke, or miasma, or anywhere in Teyvat or in his head which could hide him from the burning, prying eyes of the demon which slowly choked him into submission.

Blood oozed into his mouth, staining his teeth. It crawled into the crevices and gaps, his gums standing out like blood on the top of Dragonspine. His tongue lolled out, feeling heavy and all too big to fit into his bruised and swollen mouth. The blood which coated his teeth dripped from his tongue, trickling down slowly, and it covered his tastebuds so distinctly, so uniquely.

Because the blood was sweet.

It tasted like mandarins. When you bite into a freshly picked mandarin on a dying spring day, where the juices roll down your chin and onto your neck, and a lover cleans your mess for you. When your lover, who had also been eating mandarins, smooths a towel over you, softly, gently, taking care to keep you clean. When they take your orange and steal a bite, and their laugh is more golden than the sky, and their eyes are brighter than the setting sun, and their cheeks rosier than the blooming fields, and their lips sweeter, more potent, so much more than what a mandarin could ever offer. More of a food, more of a treat, more of a good thing.

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. Fresher tears. Less acidic; bittersweet. When the tears rolled down his skin, they felt like water washing a blood orange. The skin is rough and course; it’s covered in bumps and ridges, and it doesn’t sit in your hands comfortably. But the water is cool on it, washing away the dirt and grime, cleansing it of impurities. It’s easier to peel the skin, if nothing more than because you think so, and beneath is a beautiful bloom of dark red and purple, sugary and perfumed. The water gives way to reveal the beautiful blood which pours from Xiao and there’s a part of him which had been so suppressed and hidden that begins to feel safe. Not absolutely safe, but safer than he had felt in a long while. Safer, like he wasn’t so alone. Safer, like he didn’t need to hide as often. Safer, as tears cool his splotchy cheeks and the hole in his throat wheezes with every breath. He begins to feel safe. And he begins to feel warm. He can taste the sweetness of blood oranges in his mouth, staining his teeth and tongue.

The demon released Xiao slowly, its claws retracting back into its hands. Its maw, full of the glistening teeth which were as stained with blood as red and as sweet as Xiao’s, slowly closed shut. Its wide amber eyes burned into Xiao, watching every twitch; every move. The demon lifted a hand up, and in its palm was a strip of skin, rough and course and littered with bumps and calluses that could only be washed away by water. Xiao picked up the skin and felt the life pulse within it. It was his skin. It was the skin which belonged to only him and one other; one other who was far sweeter, far more beautiful than a blooming orange blossom. Xiao felt the scars along his neck close up. The bruises and the swelling subsided, and he could breathe through his throat again.

The demon had settled into a shadow which followed him. He understood it would never leave. It would haunt him on dark nights and in dark corners. It all the places of Teyvat and in his head. But the sun is setting. Couples are eating mandarins, and the juices run down their neck. And the shadows are behind him as you wipe the mess off his face, and he captures your hand briskly, a glow as dark as the blood oranges skin on his cheeks. You laugh, and he swears to all that is holy that the hole has opened back up in his throat and he’s wheezing through a cavity in his esophagus. Your hand is soft in his. It’s smoother than any mandarin or blood orange, a hand purer and cleaner. A hand which didn’t need to be washed to be clean, or peeled to see the beauty which hid beneath. A hand which fit right into his. It was a hand he had memorized all the bumps and ridges to, and smelled sweeter than any orange blossom. A hand which was your hand; a hand he hoped would never leave his.

Spring has begun.

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f1nalboys · 2 years

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this is my ‘the collector’ live post i’m gonna edit it as i go and post it once i’m done so i don’t bombard y’all

-the mfs in the beginning deserve to die bc who walks around in their pitch black house 🙄

-ew these opening credits….. maybe i just don’t like the music choice but i’m like 😡

-ok so arkin knows the family i guess? idk

-he’s so sexy i want him so bad y’all…… i would FUCK him so god damn hard y’all wouldn’t believe it

-jill shut the actual fuck up PLEASE

-arkin why don’t you come in my box 😝😝 if u get what i’m saying babe

-his wife is kinda sexy hehe

-milf and dilf powercouple

-arkinnnnnn ur a little thief but ur sexy so it’s fine

-the collecter walks like a fruit i know that bc i walk the same

-waiting for the sexy sexy scene of arkin when he gets his face grabbed by asa and he looks breedable

-damnnnn he’s fucking michael up 😭 asa ur a lil monster fr

-15-24-7 everyone remember that ok

-most fucked uo thing asas done so far is breathe in that lady’s face bc i just know his breath is rank as fuck

-not arkin searching through all of the drawers like mf he SAID the bottom one. ur wasting time

-ngl to yall id get the rock and just fuck off there’s no way i’d even try to help these folks 😐 does that make me evil….it’s just like,,,, i can’t help! at all! i’d try but id lowkey just look for a way out 😭 i’d die regardless i guess

-ok maybe id try to help instead of just leaving but idk 🙄

-NOOO THE POIR CAT STUCK IN THE ACID????? WHAT THE FUCK THIS MANS EVIL

-this yalls man fr 🤔

-NOO THE CAT GOT SLICED IN FUCKING HALF I HATE IT HERE

-arkin yelling at the lady while she’s getting tortured LMFAO

-jill avoiding all the traps cuz she’s horny JFJSJDJ

-EW THE WAY HE LIVKED HIS LIPS WATCHING JILL GET FUCKED?,, FREAKAZOID

-there’s sm nipple in this movie

-asa is such a weird little freak LMAO

-THE BEAR TRAPS??? what is wrong w him omg

-arkin just leave babe y’all could not fucking catch me here any longer than that lol

-arkin is too good i don’t give a fuck abt that little girl tbh

-not them electrocuting the wrong guy

-also how tf is asa unable to locate or kill the little girl??? mf how many people have u tortured and kidnapped at this point???????

-RUN ARKIN RUNNNNN

-HES RLLY USING TGE MFS HEAD AS A BATTERING RAM

-r these noises fucking asa screaming??

-HERES TGE SEXY SCENE IF BREEDABLE ARKIN LETS GOOOOOO

-personally i think asa has too much time in hands like how long do y’all think it took to set up all those traps??? my man needs a hobby i think

-he only takes one fr

-sorry it happened to be u sexy arkin lover babe

-IS HE PURRING

-asa furry confirmed????

-i think there r nicer ways to wake him up rather than cutting his forehead asa

-no ass on him that’s why he’s a serial killer

-is he digging out his teeth w the chisel???

-i like the effects on asas eyes

-the way arkin had to be homophobic to get asa to come back and beat him up sir that’s the por calling the kettle black ain’t it

-i mean if asa rlly wanted to fuck him up he could’ve just killed the girl

-or try to get bugs to eat through his stomach, that works to i guess

-asas evil little dogs damn

-arkin let me fix u up babe plssss i’ll take care of u hehehe

-the random noises they put over asa is so weird like what is he doing

-is the dog gotta eat this little girl 😭

-arkin hurry up bitch let’s GO

-this is why i’m a cat person

-HE LIT THE DOG ON FIRE 😧

-the stuffed fake dog was rlly something tho

-isn’t there 2 open windows upstairs? why don’t they go through those???

-HAHAHA he got stabbed by the knife chandelier 😝

-HIS WAILS OF PAIN LFJWJCNWONFKWJDJSJS THATS SO FUNNY

-NOT THE POLICE CAR RUNNING ARKIN OVER COSNCINWIDJE

-wonder what happened to arkin a daughter and gf ex lady

-the added the scream from asa like he’s in the fire or something

-also this little girl has GOT to have extreme ptsd from this

-THE AMBULANCE???? also damn arkin was strapped in tight tryna save the emt

-asa is so extra taking arkin w him like man u could’ve just killed him then and there 🙄

-how tf did he survive the knife thing tho 🤔 if it was anyone else they’d be deadzo…. anyways time to go watch the collection hehe

#the collector #the collector 2009 #asa emory #arkin

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inkblotsandpapertrails · 3 years

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Unstoppable Force, Immovable Object [K.O]

Tags: Enemies to lovers, slow burn,

Pairing: Kyoya Ootori x Reader

Description: For reasons you don’t care to express, you find yourself in need of sanctuary. It’s a shame you have to share that sanctuary with Kyoya Ootori, of all people.

A/N: i had an idea and i needed to run with it. also can yall tell i have a small grudge against bubbly reader personas?

“I want a job.”

Ootori Kyoya was way more intimidating in person.

You’d seen him around school, with Suoh Tamaki at his side and a notebook permanently in his hands. He had an air of mystery that you couldn’t deny was intriguing - you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about approaching him. But those thoughts were quickly extinguished whenever you got a good look at his eyes. They were pretty eyes, certainly - dark and intense and piercing. But no matter what was happening, he always looked like he had something better to do. He could wear as many polite smiles as he wanted, but the message in his eyes was clear – there were about a hundred things more important for him to do than stand here and talk to you. And now you were experiencing it first-hand.

“You want to be a host?” He said, more statement than question, as he gave you a quick look up and down. Whatever he was looking for, he definitely didn’t find it, as he simply turned back to his notebook and continued his constant scribbling. “I’m sorry, but Tamaki handles all host applications, and he has a very strict process.”

You furrowed your brow, just enough so that he wouldn’t think you were glaring at him (despite how much you wanted to).

“I don’t want to be a host. I want a job.”

Kyoya raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with your stubbornness.

“And what jobs do you expect the Host Club to give out, other than host itself?” He asked, not even bothering to look up from his notebook.

“Fujioka-san started as your errand-boy.” You said firmly, refusing to be brushed aside. “I can do that. I’m fast, I have an old cell I can use if you want to send me orders when I’m not around, I can even pay for all the supplies myself!”

Kyoya finally looked up from his book with his eyebrows ever so slightly knitted, a tiny sign that you’d gotten past his icy façade.

“May I ask why you’re so desperate to be an errand runner, of all things?”

“I am not desperate.” You seethed through gritted teeth. “I just need a place to stay after school and during lunch hours. No other club would let me join unless I took part in their activities – at least this way I don’t have to break my back building sets for the Drama Club.”

You decided to leave out your extra argument that the Host Club was one of the smallest clubs at Ouran, thus limiting the possibility of people annoying you while you were there. You knew it wasn’t really an insult, but it wasn’t exactly a compliment, either, and as mysterious as Kyoya was, you knew his pride was not to be trifled with.

“And why are you so in need of a place to stay?” Kyoya asked, a flickering flame of curiosity in his eyes, as if you were some abstract painting he couldn’t decipher the meaning behind. You frowned, suddenly feeling bare. You’re not entirely sure what he was trying to find, but nevertheless, you felt exposed.

“I don’t think that has anything to do with whether you should give me a job or not.” You said firmly, trying not to clench your fists. “If anything, this set up would be in your favour. If you have more time to spend in the club, you’ll bring in more clients, and therefore bring in more interest. I know you use that weird auction-point system on your website – more interested clients means more money. I don’t even have to spend time in the actual club room – you have a back rooms and supply closets, right? Your guests won’t even notice that I’m there.”

Kyoya frowned for a moment, before snapping his book shut and sighing heavily.

“You’re persistent, I’ll give you that.” He muttered as he opened the door to Music Room Three. “Tamaki! How do you feel about getting a new dog?”

Before you could yell indignantly at his ‘dog’ comment, Suoh Tamaki burst through the door, as eager and starry-eyed as ever.

“I knew you’d listen to my id-!” He paused once his eyes landed on you, his eager grin falling into a pout. “Kyoya, that’s not a dog!”

“I should’ve known you were too idiotic to remember that reference.” Kyoya sighed. “This is...” He trailed off, blinking behind his glasses. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I ever asked for your name?”

You fought the urge to punch the rich bastard in his smug face. He clearly had never intended on even giving you a chance – you had no idea what had changed his mind, but he obviously didn’t think it would be changed at all from the start. You decided to just be grateful that you did change his mind and leave it at that.

“My name is [Y/N] [L/N].” You said as politely as you could muster, tilting your body forward in a respectful bow. “I want to be your errand-runner. You don’t have to pay me, I just want a place to stay during lunch hours and after school. I promise to be quiet and respectful, and to not disturb your club activities or your guests. I hope you will at least consider it.”

You stepped out of your bow, making sure to keep your shoulders square and your chin up; the last thing you wanted was for the Host Club President to think you were too sloppy to set foot in their club room. Tamaki stared at you for a moment, his eyes wide, but unreadable, and holding his chin in his hand. You tried not to fidget under his gaze – he always looked so carefree around school, so this moment of strange seriousness was starting to get under your skin. Just as you were about to say ‘forget it’ and turn the other way, he broke out in a wide grin and tackled you into a hug.

“Kyoya, they’re so cute!” Tamaki squealed as you gasped for air in his grip. “Where did you even find this kid?! They’re so serious, I can barely handle it! Adorable, just adorable!”

“Let go of me!” You yelped as he began to spin you around. “What the hell’s up with you, I just wanted a job-!”

“Sempai, what are you doing?!”

A fist shot out from the corner of your eye and slammed into Tamaki’s head. He yelped and finally stopped that godforsaken spinning, but he kept you tight in his grip, holding you high enough that your feet didn’t touch the floor and you hung in his arms like a stuffed animal.

“Haruhiii!” Tamaki whined, rubbing his head with one arm. You immediately perked up at the opening and tried to wriggle your way out of his grip, but he wouldn’t budge. “That was so mean! I was just saying hi our newest member!”

“Newest member?”

You finally stopped searching for an escape from Tamaki’s death grip and landed your gaze on the person in front of you. They were of average height and build, with a short mop of tousled brown hair, and an evenly toned voice – it was basically impossible to decipher what gender they were. Still, they looked kind enough, with concerned eyes and a small, approachable smile, looking at you like you were a spooked animal they needed to calm.

“Hi.” The person said gently. “I’m Haruhi Fujioka. I hope Tamaki isn’t bothering you too much?”

You blinked in surprise. So this was the famous commoner that had taken the girls of Ouran Academy by storm. They were far kinder than you expected – you had kind of assumed everyone in the host club would be perfectly polished into some fake persona, but Haruhi seemed totally genuine.

“[Y/N] [L/N].” You said as politely as you could while being held like a ragdoll. You held out your hand and tried to smile. “It’s nice to meet you?”

Tamaki squealed from above you, tightening his grip around your waist.

“Aren’t they just adorable, Haruhi? I’m taking them under my wing, right this second! Don’t worry, you’re still daddy’s favourite, but-“

“[Y/N] here is going to be our new errand runner.” Kyoya interrupted. “Since you were the first to have that title, perhaps you could show them the ropes.”

“Errand runner?” A babyish voice asked. A small boy, probably the smallest out of all the club, came running up to you with wide, child-like eyes. You frowned in confusion – this boy looked like he was at least ten years younger than you, yet he wore an high school uniform? Not to mention you hadn’t seen him in any of the first year classes. Perhaps he skipped a grade? Or five?

“Yes, Hani-sempai.” Kyoya nodded patiently, ignoring your strangled splutter at the word ‘sempai’. “However, while they are technically a member of the club now, they are not a host. Meaning you are not to be distracted by them, understood?”

The boy pouted, his eyes beginning to shimmer with tears. You tried not to scream – how did he start crying so quickly? Who the hell was this kid?!

“But they look so cute, Kyo-chan!” He whined. “They look just like Usa-chan, being held like that!”

“Believe me, I do not want to be.” You grumbled. The boy cocked his head sympathetically and turned around with a wide smile.

“Takashi! [Y/N]-chan wants to come down.”

Before you could ask just who the hell this kid was calling [Y/N]-chan, a pair of hands grabbed you by the shoulders and hauled you out of Tamaki’s grip. You squeaked pitifully when you came eye-level with quite possibly the tallest man you’d ever met, taller than any of the men in your family. His face was stone-blank and his eyes were practically unreadable – combine that with how he had you lifted several feet off the ground, he was pretty intimidating.

“Hi?” You said meekly. The man smiled and set you down carefully on the floor before patting you once on the head.

“Mori.” He said gruffly. You paused for a moment, waiting for him to continue. He did not.

“Oh.” You smiled awkwardly when you realized that was all he had to say. “Well, um. I’m [Y/N].”

“Mori-sempai, how could you!” Tamaki cried from the doorway. “Don’t you know you’re intimidating them, grabbing them like that?”

“Then how is what you did any different?!” Haruhi snapped.

“It is completely different!” Tamaki huffed as he began marching to where you and Mori were stood. “I’m the father!”

Before you could snap that he definitely wasn’t your father, Mori was shoving you away from Tamaki’s warpath and sending you hurtling across the club room, only to be caught by two pairs of hands.

“Seriously, boss?” One of the boys holding you sighed. You recognized the fluffy orange hair from a few of your classes, but you couldn’t quite place his name. Nevertheless, he looked entirely bored with this whole ordeal. “You couldn’t at least find us someone fun for our new hire?”

“Excuse me?!”

“That’s true.” You blanched when you noticed that the other boy you’d collapsed into was identical to the first. Twins? You remembered seeing two shocks of orange hair in your classes, but you always tended to keep your head down and stay quiet in classes, so you’d never really given them a second look. “[Y/N]’s been in our classes for two months now, and they never say anything to anyone! Unless it’s to yell, that is.”

“Tamaki’s the president and his decision is final.” Kyoya shrugged and made his way to an armchair in the middle of the club room, clearly done with this interaction.

“I – what?!” You yelped. “But he didn’t even make a decision! You just dragged me in here and everyone started going crazy!”

Kyoya shot you a tired look.

“Fine.” He said simply. “You said you wanted a job here. Tamaki, are they hired?”

Tamaki grinned and nodded eagerly.

“Then consider your application accepted. You can start by fetching us some coffee, we’re out.”

He opened a sleek silver laptop and began to type, not waiting for you to respond. The twins groaned, still not letting go of your arms.

“Well, I suppose we’re stuck with them.”

“I don’t know about that, Hikaru.” The other shrugged – you made a mental note that his voice was a lot less snarkier than his brother’s. “This might be a great opportunity for some new games! After all, we’ve never had a tsundere in the club before!”

“Tsundere?!” You squawked indignantly. You pulled yourself out of their grasp and onto your feet, stumbling away and putting as many steps between you and them as you could manage. “Okay, yeah, I think this might have been a mistake. I’m sorry for wasting your-“

“Not so fast, [Y/N].” Kyoya said from where he was sat, his eyes still fixed on his laptop screen. “A verbal contract is binding in Japan. You can leave if you’d like, but I warn you, my family’s lawyers are the best in the country.”

“You’d take me to court for this?!” You cried. “But you didn’t even want me here!”

“It’s the principle of the matter. You offered your services, and we accepted. You can’t just back out now.” He reached into his pocket and fished out a gold credit card. “I’ll print you a card you can use for the club’s expenses by the end of the day. For now, you can use mine, but I will have you know that any unauthorized purchases will have consequences. And I want the number for that cell you mentioned.”

You gritted your teeth and snatched the card from his hands. You grabbed the cell from your pocket and practically threw it at his smug face. He caught it with ease. Asshole.

“Alright...” He murmured as he added your phone to his contacts. “I’ll send you all the number.”

You took your phone back and shoved it into your pocket.

“Anything else, Ootori-sempai?” You growled. He raised an eyebrow expectantly.

“Coffee. As I just said.”

You were going to kill him.

#ohshc #ouran highschool host club #ohshc x reader #kyoya x reader #kyoya ootori x reader

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Yandere Wen Ning Headcanons

These are my interpretations of his persona and none of these are 100% accurate. I don’t condone any of these actions in real life and all of this is purely fictional.

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I have seen the anime and the drama, still reading the novel at the moment so if I am missing anything it’s because of that :). Starting off, I LOVE Wen Ning, he is such a precious person. The Wen clan is the clan that is currently the ‘boss’ you would say and they kinda are a tyrant. The thing is that Wen Ning and Wen Qing are from a different segment, a family/branch of medics that are only in league with the main Clan for the resources and protection. Wen Ning has been ill for a good portion of his life, which brought him a feeble and shy persona.

Wen Ning, if he ever decided to fancy someone, his S/O would be someone they admire a lot. He admired Wei Wuxian a lot, his strength, his kind yet goofy nature, his whole being. When his family perished and he was left with Jiang Chen and Yanli, he did what he could to assist his family. Wei Wuxian struggled a lot with trust, but Wen Ning gave him no trouble and did what he could to assist them. To this day, as the Ghost General he helps Wei Ying as his right hand man and protector.

This brings on two sides of him, but they all mingle with his ‘Yandere’ traits. Overprotective, Obsessive, Manipulative, Possessive, Clingy, and Stalker. I’m going to say this off the bat that he isn’t the most dangerous, he poses some threat but he is a real sweetheart. Long story short, he is a wandering puppy in search of a master and when he finds them, he’ll stay with them until the end of time.

Overprotective. This is a done deal and given. He would be very protective of his S/O in many ways. If his S/O is from a different clan then he would do everything, even get help from Wen Qing to offer some safety from the main Wen clan. They spare no one, but with Wen Ning he could offer some excuse on how they would be useful, offer safe passage into and out of somewhere, offer a room to stay for some time, protection, medical help, etc. Know that saying ‘I know a guy’, yeah well Wen Ning is THAT guy. As the ghost general, he would trust that Wei Wuxian would keep you safe if he ever had to deal with something else, but he would feel way more at ease with his S/O with him. Even if you could take care of yourself or hold against your own, you have Wen Ning. Use him. Want someone to block? Use him. Want to attack someone? Use HIM. He doesn’t mind being used by his S/O in that sense. He is a shield and a spear to Wei Wuxian, he can be one for you too.

Obsessive. Yall remember that scene where he left the comfort of his home to go to Lotus Pier to see if Wei Wuxian and his family were okay? Yeah, that’s what I call obsessed and worried for the safety of his admiration. He would want to know everything about his S/O because it helps the relationship but he also wants to be ready for anything! He would find out what clan you're from, your name, your age, d.o.b, favorite meal, any medical conditions, etc. It’s all for your protection and safety he reassures himself. You’re his number one admiration so it’s only natural that he would find any and everything about you.

Manipulative. He would be, maybe not on purpose at the beginning, but certainly once he knows it works. Wen Ning is used to people mocking him and thinking he is weaker than them because of his personality and appearance. It’s simple, he would simply bring himself down and his S/O would feel bad. They would direct their attention to him, no matter if it’s positive and you attempt to cheer him up or negative, with you calling him names and agreeing. Sure he can easily get upset and quiet that causes his S/O to have guilt. At first, it was just because he was used to it and it caused his S/O to react. Once he sees that it works, he’ll do it on purpose to gain sympathy. It turns darker when he no longer cares what attention you give him, just give it to him. As the Ghost General he would try to point out how strong he is and how he could protect you, how you need him. Even if you deny that, that man is following you right back.

Possessive. He would never have the confidence to outright show dominance, but he would indirectly make it known that he cares and won’t allow someone near you. If it’s from the Wen clan, he would use herbs and poisons (thinking back to that episode where Wei Wuxian was trapped in that cage with that jumbo sized dog and Wen Ning knocked that bitch out) to get his point across. In all honesty, he isn’t as weak as some may think. In a battle one on one with a sword or physical strength maybe, but when it’s with whatever they can and he has the advantage of stealth/speed, he is really useful. Someone could approach you and he would carefully watch, wait till you're gone and they aren’t paying attention to strike. He may even butt into the conversation, solely asking you something while ignoring the others until they get the hint.

Clingy. He would be very clingy with his S/O. Following them around constantly and non-stop. His sister would be concerned with his behavior but at the end of the day, what can he do? Honestly, he wouldn’t be that malicious with his clinginess either. It’s just that he finds comfort in his S/O and their presence.

Stalker. He doesn’t have that much confidence so he would admire his S/O from a distance. He would only ever talk to them if they were ever in need of a talk or words of encouragement. His S/O means a lot to him so he would take care of them from afar, I see him as the type to leave medicine in their room if they need it, a meal as well. He is the type to drop off little things, his S/O would wonder who left them or would know it was him, thinking nothing of it since it’s an act of kindness.

Wen Ning, is a dangerous yandere. But how he is so precious- THATS HOW THEY GET YOU. He is very precious and kind, and wouldn't harm his S/O at all, but this man is toxic. It’s the fact that he will always follow you and protect you, say no but he hears yes. You could slap him, kick him, punch him, but to him you’re his favorite and precious S/O. It’s the fact that he is delusional and self-aware at the same time, he knows your true feelings towards him but he also believes that you’ll need him. You’re going to see how amazing and loyal he is towards you, in the end you’ll want him. That’s okay, because he isn’t going anywhere. It's a reversed card, instead of hurting you to get you, he’ll hurt himself to get you. Anything for you, Wen Ning is your loyal dog.

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Winter 2021 Anime Opinions

As always its that time of the year I pretend to be an anime connoisseur and leave my review on this seasons anime so take it with a grain of salt asdfgh from the one I enjoyed the least to the most.

Wave!!: Surfing Yappe!! (TV)

You are seeing currently the only probably best thing about Wave asdfghj Tanaka bby I am SO sorry you got stuck here,,,,, Its bad because I had so many expectations for Wave but it just...... isn’t very good? The characters feel 2 dimensional, animation is veeeery average and the plot is all over the place? Dont even get me started on the Shou situation plot device that they just brushed over and went on with and,,,,,big sigh

Urasekai Picnic

To be honest is not very fair to compare this one to the rest as ive only watched the first 2 eps but ill catch up eventually asdfghj its not bad just that the plot didnt capture me as much as I hoped but the two main characters cutiess the plot just confuses me asdfgh but I don't have much to say about it

Yakusoku no Neverland 2nd Season

So uh anyways Chile I don't wanna talk about it the only reason this is not dead last is because RayEmma cute moments but yeah don't watch this clown show go read the manga for self care ✨

Jaku-Chara Tomozaki-kun

The only reason this is here is because she. The main girl I cant remember the name of sucks and main dude is very normal asdfgh the plot is basically “Want people to like you? change everything about yourself and become a normie robot!!!” ASDFGHJ Like its so over the top and cringe at times it becomes very confusing but hey I am not caught up either so I may change opinions (x doubt tho)

2.43: Seiin Koukou Danshi Volley-bu

From this point onwards I basically like everything. 2.43 Started suuuuper strong for me, definitely thought it would be one of my favs this season but as the eps went by I just.... kinda lost interest asdfgh? Like its not bad, but its a sort of mix between Stars Align and Haikyuu where I would have loved a more character based story with dark subplots like Stars Align but got the parts I always criticize about Haikyuu were there was a point I didn't really knew any of the characters? ASDFGH like the enemy team is super cool and Love their designs but if you ask me to tell you anything about them I already forgot rip. Its still cute and the animation is cool but yeah it kind of disappointed me in the end a bit ;w;

Shingeki no Kyojin: The Final Season

AOT Is so sexci because it keeps on hurting me and I come back every-time for it ASDFGHJ Not much to say that hasn't been said, characters are super interesting, plot is a bit confusing at times for me to follow but amazing and I just :))) could go on about certain characters :))))) but I wont :))))

Wonder Egg Priority

Wonder egg priority is very talked about right now so I wont get too much into it other than definitely give it a watch if you like the more philosophical and “makes you reflect on your life choices” sort of anime ASDFGHJ the visuals are stunning and the characters very well build, although I am very confused at times I am still enjoying it tons ^^ Trigger warning however for some heavy topics I recommend checking the warnings before watching it <3

Kemono Jihen

I LOVE THEM OKaY? asdfghjk Kemono Jihen gives me the found family topes and I eat them all right up, I love the characters , their designs, the plot, everything. To be fair tho, I did enjoy the manga more than the anime but maybe its a pacing thing? idk but I definitely recommend 100% taking on the manga and maybe after watch the anime but I am enjoying it tons!!

Kai Byoui Ramune

This one may come as a surprise lol?? Like I haven't seen a single soul talk about Ramune but like??? I am actually enjoying it a lot?? and look forward every week for the ep? asdfghj Like yes I will be the first to admit the animation isn't really the beeeeest out there but the plot is funny while also being serious, the characters are quirky and interesting to keep the flow going and I am liking the undertone heavy messages? the soundtrack also slaps imo and yeah I would definitely say to watch the first ep and if you like that sort of dynamic take it up on the rest!

I★Chu: Halfway Through the Idol

Okay I will be the first one to admit this is just me being trash for the idol shows but like?? its my list so I get to decide which found family I am screaming about next ASDFGHJ. As an avid A3 stan this gave me serious vibes of my boys (plus they were made form the same company so like not very surprised there loll) and like I think the characters are cute with adorable relationships and cute songs and its just a lighthearted show I sit down every Wednesday and smile through the 25 minutes so yes I Chu deserves a high spot and yes I recommend it even if it has like a 6.3 on myanimelist sksksks

Dr. Stone: Stone Wars

Look at Gen!!!! enough reasons to watch dr stone!!!! ASDFGH but in all seriousness I....... love them okAy? The plot is amazing and the characters are super entertaining (hiiii Ukyo Gen Senku and Chrome muak) and although it may seem a bit slower paced than first season the arc is gonna get better and better and the finale is gonna be great if they stick to the manga. Only sad that I dont get to see my pirate fuckboy but we better be getting a third season

Bungou Stray Dogs Wan!

when I say this is the happiness of all my Tuesdays I ain’t even exaggerating ASDFGHJ Does this have an important plot? no. Is it transcending to animation? not really. Is it BSD content I've been starving for? absolutely!!! Tbh I see my favorite anime characters in chibi version and I go feral, go watch BSD pogg!!

Horimiya

Me?? searching for that one gif of the side ship scene am obsessed over?? more likely than you think ASDFGH Horimiya holds a special place in my heart because it was the first manga I ever read and the nostalgia is stroNG,,,,,, The plot isn't anything really transcending but the way the characters are captured the feelings just,,,,,, stan!! Also Yuki x Tooru supremacy !

Skate-Leading☆Stars

Okaaaaay this is also me being a bitch for sports anime but like, again, are we surprised?? ASDFGHJ It may be my love for Hayato speaking but ive absolutely loves Skate Leading Stars, I love the group, the main characters, the ships, the routines and its so pretty and they are in love and like the competition and asdfgh its gOoD OKaY??? Watch it if anything for Hayato 👉🏻 👈🏻 My bastard bitch I love the gremlin.

Beastars 2nd Season

I think we are all sleeping on Beastars brushing it off as a furry show. I don’t speak enough about it and I am not one to go about poetic cinemaness on main but beastars is a very poetic cinema show and yall sleeping on it. Coming from someone who was uncomfortable at first with the whole animal relationships part at first, just know beastars is so much more than that, it has a complicated plot with critics about the society within the show with amazing characters, great soundtrack and animation plus banger plot. Pina, Jack, Juno and Legoshi best characters and every week I look forward for the next eps so I hope yall go give it some love.

SK8 The Infinity

If it wasnt clear from my spam every Saturday that I am absolutely in love with this show I dont know what to tell you ASDFGHJ. Sk8 has an amazing range of characters I find fascinating, specially Reki, very much so everything Reki asdfgh but yeah!! Its super entertaining with an interesting plot and its definetely becoming one of my favorite animes because the amount of times ive rewatched the episodes to cope is kind of embarrassing lmaooo, definetely give it a try although I understand its not for everyone but like,,,,, do it for Reki? 🤧👉🏻👈🏻

#wow I..... need to get new hobbies apart from being a weeb ASDFGHJ #I enjoy doing this asdfghj goodnight spoilers #long post #spoilers #i am not tagging all of it only the top ones because I dont wanna get shitted on for the lower ones ASDFGHJ #sk8 the infinity #beastars #skate leading stars #i chu halfway through the idol #horimiya #bungo stray dogs wan #Kai Byoui Ramune #dr stone

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