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IMPORTANT HEADCANONS TO CONSIDER:
CAN THEY USE CHOPSTICKS - One chopstick on each hand, and is the type that will start to chew on them instead of using them. Struggles to hold them with his four fingers, no matter how many times people teach him.
WHAT DO THEY DO WHEN THEY CAN’T SLEEP - Activity, flying around, bothering the other clones, there’s no peace when he can’t sleep. Whines.
WHAT WOULD THEY IMPULSE BUY AT THE GROCERY STORE - A spare human. Steals them instead of paying for it. If no humans are allowed to be eaten, he would buy chicken wings and joke to the clones about eating himself.
WHAT ORDER DO THEY WASH THINGS IN THE SHOWER - A complete random order. Prefers baths over showers. Will pay best attention to his wings. Prefer to only use water, but if he finds shower products, pours them on himself without a care.
WHAT’S THEIR COFFEE ORDER - Don’t give this man coffee. If he bought one, it would have plenty of cream and sugar. Would pounce of the walls afterwards.
WHAT SORT OF APPS WOULD THEY HAVE ON THEIR SMARTPHONE - Small game apps, that he has opened maybe once or twice. Social media apps and video apps, so he can talk to people and show funny videos to people.
HOW DO THEY ACT AROUND CHILDREN - Children better run, because the Bird tends to have too much fun and give them surprise flying lessons and wonder later why they are crying. The only child he treats with care is Z.ohakuten. On a good no violence day, he makes funny faces at kids to see them laugh.
WHAT WOULD THEY WATCH ON TV WHEN THEY’RE BORED AND NOTHING THEY REALLY LIKE IS ON - Him staying still enough to watch tv? He would shuffle through all the channels until he gets bored and throws the remote into the void of the couch.
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Alright, I've been mulling on this for most of the day, and unless a night's sleep changes my mind, I'll be working on returning (remaking) a very old multimuse of mine, that used to be over at iniziare. The blog will be entirely remade, and I'll post it here when it's done!
For those wondering, it will for now house: Guizhong, Yelan, Kafka and Arlecchino. Time to finish up that other WIP theme for this, I suppose! See you guys on the flip-side of this brighter future.
#[ ooc. ] don't try to make it logical or edit your soul according to the fashion. rather; follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.#[ honestly-- it's just a wiser choice for me. i don't know why i didn't make it sooner. i ran a multimuse successfully for /years/ before.#[ i'm immensely organized to a point where a multimuse is perfectly easy to handle. and i'll return to my theme maker roots soon. ]#[ and add extra organization when i've found my apartment and everything and can spend the time on making something perfect... ]#[ for how i operate. but that'll be the future. i can work with something simpler in the meantime. ]#[ outside of that-- i think preconceived notions of multis are in the past and if they're not; i've never let that stop me. ]#[ i also will feel like i'm not leaving muses behind as much. i hate not logging onto the other blogs. i truly do. i hate it. ]#[ i feel like i'm neglecting them while i'm not. but this way i'll have them all grouped up. all together in one place. actively /there/. ]#[ and that makes me much happier. ]#[ and also; i tag so thoroughly for each muse that people can easily blacklist those they don't like to see. ]#[ but also i'm so picky with new muses; it'll be fine. ]
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i also really liked this meme from last year, so here's a 2023 version :]
#i waffled the other day if i should do this or a proper summary but. i'm so bored at work so you get both#(it's the ever present siren call of getting to draw cheebs)#it was tough to choose a fave piece (by some miracle) but i kept going back to that one ;u;#it even made me get past my heebie jeebies wrt putting my own art anywhere near my blog design#(it's on the sidebar of my desktop theme)#art summary#art musings#meme tag
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so all the excitement of yesterday caused me to crash in the end plus the stress has finally caught up to me and i've caught the lurgy and i was back to work today lmao bUT my stress levels are very much back to normal and i should have more time on my hands this month to (hopefully) write but also to do a lil spring clean here on this blog !
i don't think i'll be dropping threads this time around, but i do want to clean up my inbox a little, and while i'm still working on getting topaz up on the blog properly, i also want to look at my dynamic tags and see if i can figure out a way to make them a lil more personalised. it's a tricky one because i have so many wonderful dynamics across so many muses and i want them all to feel equally valued while also knowing that coming up with individual tags for all of them is a lot of work. plus i have an eight year old tagging system to contend with so i'm trying to work on a compromise that i'm happy with
#* / be yourself. everyone else is taken ( ooc. )#it's times like these where i'm like 'maybe i should remake as it's been eight years'#but hahahaha no thank you i don't want all that extra work#it was bad enough when i remade my single muse blog let alone a MULTI#also as much as i've enjoyed being in hoyoverse hell for the past three weeks i do wish to give my /other/ muses some love too lmao#especially with veilguard coming out#i expect to completely disappear from tumblr for about a week after that releases dfkgjdfg#(helpful too that it releases a few days before my next annual leave lmao)
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smth smth, this blogs muses have a main connected universe via their fandomless au's
#//pretend jia is here too i just haven't revamped his icons yet lmao#//also specifically their modern!fantasy shite#//like sure tanba and the count do technically exist together within their main fgo verses#// and jia and tong also def exist in a few verses together on account of their origins being from rotk. but that's all /different/#//i've not written about it much but i do picture them ALL existing within each others fandomless au's in a sort of loose 'canon'.#// kinda like what i have going on with my bl.each muses on other multi. just less cohesive atm gGHJSFGHD#//i've hinted at this here and there in some older threads of tong's / jia's / tanba's from their past blogs but yeah#//might eventually write up some drabbles about it to more strongly connect things#//the connection is there though#;outofenergy;#headcanons: tanba#headcanons: tong#headcanons: jia#headcanons: the count of monte cristo
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i should've switched to writing original stuff ages ago bc i could've been overcoming writer's block if i did :' )
#connecting mine and vee's lore in written form is something i've wanted to do forever bc i love love love gaia and kaiya's relationship!!#but i had a mental block towards bio's for... man i dunno how long tbh#i always got really stuck with them which is why i started doing bullet points where i could jot down all my thoughts#but i should have just?? been unafraid to write lengthy bio's i think#and then i could've done fun stuff like this way earlier!! without feeling stuck and slow!!#like honestly i don't even care about the people who won't bother to read my bio's bc those probably aren't the people who will#end up writing with me#i always avoided lengthy bio's bc i didn't wanna inconvenience someone#but how is it inconveniencing if i'm trying to make something interesting and enjoyable to read?#how is it inconveniencing if i'm just?? writing about my muses?? it's silly to water down my creativity and i'm sorry i did it now#now pls know i can give you the tldr on any of my muses bio if you need it asdfgh but i'm gonna just!! do what's fun for me from now on#that's gonna be a very important rule i need to enforce for myself with this blog move#no more doing things that make it harder for myself bc i'm worried about other people#there needs to be a balance and that's what i'm gonna keep in mind going forward uvu#so sorry for the rant oh my gosh asdfgh i just got to thinking and truly my writer's block has not bothered me with dorverold stuff#like it has in the past for other things and i think it's how i've approached writing and world building aka not worrying about length#if i'm struggling it's because i'm tired or busy#ANYWAY ASDFG i promise i'm going to bed now :' ))) good night!!#get ready to ramble | ooc
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the urge to make a multi-muse LL rp blog even though i will probably not do much with it and have mostly sworn off tumblr rp
#LL tag#pros: powerful urge to do public rp. cons: hate setting up rp blogs. past experiences with tumblr rp spheres have been tirefires#would almost certainly be multi-muse if i did though because i am incapable of just limiting myself to one#or a small enough number to make separate blogs for all of them#or might make separate blogs for a few; then split other muses off from the main one if i decide they've gained enough steam for their own#all i know is i miss doing public rp and i am very selective about who i'll rp with in private spaces these days#for a number of reasons including just being a socially anxious motherfucker w/ very few spoons for non-asynchronous interaction these days#i already know i'm gonna go for ivan five and both versions of nine#and probably also the retconned version of five who was with the mogs since he was tiny. and possibly adam#MAGGIE. i'd like to write maggie#along with various au versions of all of the above lmao#selkie five sphinx ivan white deer maggie college student cody villain nine my beloveds#possibly others i'm forgetting#There's a Lot#RP tag
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if i've unfollowed you for not filling out my interest tracker, and you fill it out as non-mutuals, i will refollow you. if we're mutuals on any of my other blogs and i unfollow you here there is no other reason for it than you never having let me know which of my muses you want to write with and thus i will gladly become mutuals again if you ever decide to. that said, i referenced my newest interest tracker (live since i think april or may last year) when looking at who to unfollow. if i've made a mistake and you've told me in ims, we already have any interactions going, filled out the old tracker, changed your url and i didn't recognise your entry, etc. feel free to yell at me on ims or discord or just redo the tracker?
#i only unfollow for not doing the tracker if we have ZERO interaction going on like if you've sent one (1) in-character meme that's fine#but also when i do the unfollow i won't go through all of my ims and asks to check thus filling it out is safest unless we actively write#like as long as i REMEMBER we have one (1) interaction going or you messaged me with one time with interest in a muse then n/a to you#but i have to... remember that and i have memory issues#if i've unfollowed you the past 24 hours it was 100 percent the interest tracker other than#i also unfollowed some archived blogs because well they are archived#but in general if i ever unfollow here but remain mutuals on my singlemuse blogs: it's the interest tracker and nothing else#also no hard feelings i am chill#; outofsmoke
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me pretending like i'm not lowkey stressed out abt the amount of ooc stuff i have to do on my blogs & just continuing to write? you betcha -
#( a pathological people pleaser // ooc )#(its not a lot but it is kinda alot)#(like i need to go through the following on this blog bc theres still a ton of people that havent followed back or re-followed after i#turned into it missy's. & like w that i still need to make a promo so i can properly promo it)#(on both blogs i need to go through & try to follow people's other blogs that i dont already follow & find any moved/archived blogs bc#i keep missing people moving blogs w how on & off i've been online)#(& then i still need to get queues going for both esp steve w the absolute shit ton of inspo stuff that's stacked up in my likes)#(plus i really wanna do some dash games & hcs for both - esp steve bc i have some hc inbox things there too - but in general-)#(& idk probably just some other general blog maintenance/clean up bs)#(oh OH plus the 'surprises' i promised on steve's blog weeks ago-)#(so yeah theres kinda a lot- but THE TEA IS - i dont feel like doing any of it lmao. like i have gotten so bad/lazy w ooc stuff the past#couple years bc it always just feels like so much- like yeah writing/ic can be its own struggle but at least there the struggle more comes#finding muse/etc its not like ... basically chores. its the FUN part of rping . ooc stuff is like the chores part of rping for me tbh-)#long tags tw
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"WOW!" he cackles, practivally hyena-esque, "That was really something, cupcake! You really are a coward, aren't you?" (— @hyperionhandsome , from Jack, medieval Fantasy au?)
"I..."
The words had stung before Leonard could even realise he hadn't recognised the voice that spoke to him, though the way his expression had shifted had been miniscule in comparison - the way the hermit's head had turned away in both hurt and shame had been the most prominent, though there was the subtlest crease in his brows, the smallest tightening of his lips and the clutch of gloved hands on the hem of his coat which spoke volumes in the moment Leonard himself was unable to do much more than struggle for a response.
...Who was this man? The thought had just dawned on him as Leonard felt his heart pound with humiliation - he didn't sound like a faerie, though the laughter reminded him of his own pact-beast. He didn't even sound like anything inhuman, as a matter of fact, but still - remarkably cruel.
...Leonard supposed it didn't matter, though. If the goal was the simple task of sparking that sad flame of guilt within the hermit, it took only a glance to see his lowered head and the bitter pain on his face to tell this stranger had succeeded in their mission. A low mumble of response was the reward to inform this rather boisterous passerby of their victory.
"...You are right." Leonard acquiesced, bitterly. He couldn't fight or promise any improvement anymore. "I am nothing more than a fool."
How truly pathetic... Something in his stomach sank at the prospect that it would have only taken a glance to tell of his plight. Typically the harsh sting of such words would be curved hearing it from his pact-beast, or even the likes of Caim, but there was something about hearing it from someone like a stranger that served to dig especially deep into the hermit's skin. It seemed that all at once, the nightmare of the garrison, the failure of his brothers, the failure to his family, and the potential failure that had awaited Seere at each second, had come crashing down on his consciousness with those words. That reminder.
Coward... It was aptly fit.
Leonard's head dragged itself back up from where it had previously stared down at his lap, but averted itself slightly to the side - his blind gaze still couldn't bring itself to look towards the source of the voice where it stood.
"...Please, speak no longer." Leonard said, the softness of his tone in sharp contrast with the low rumble of his voice, "I know my sins well enough to bear on my own. So I beg of you... Show mercy."
#||Reply||:Jack#{/AAAAAAAAA HELLO HELLO!! please do pardon the late response the past couple weeks have been busy as hell}#{/birthdays and family coming up and college on top of it and all that}#{/though im ALSO somewhat to blame aside from that bc i made the mistake of playing drakengard 2 again}#{/and my other dod muse; urick; came by the day i was originally set to do this ask like 'heyyyy ;)' so ive been on there for a while QwQ}#{/But that said!!! I was so thrilled to see this here!! you can probably tell ive been stalking for a while but was too shy to interact QQ}#{/it's also a bit of a thing with multis that i have no IDEA where to start with who since there's just so much to be doneeee dfksbhfdkj}#{/AND ESPECIALLY YOUR BLOG; GOOD SIR; I LOVE ALL YOUR MUSES AND EVEN THE ONES I DONT KNOW LOOK SO COOOOLLLL}#{/in short: tysm for this im so excited to write with youuuuu!!! please do just shoot me a DM or so if you wanna chat and/or plot!!}#{/you may guess i know very little on borderlands but i DID try and do my research on this particular guy ahead of time and}#{/i actually adore him omg; just my brand of asshole + his voice acting is REALLY good!!!! fhfjdjd}#{/that said; Leonard is NOT a fun guy to bully oml}#{/*pokes with stick* come on.... do something lmao}
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Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader
Warning: Betrayal...
Word Count: 1.5k
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Previous Chapters
Later in the day you ended up in the living room surrounded by 8 men, Chan included as you're interrogated about what you did to Jopok, or what you could possibly know about them.
“Y/N, dammit. I need you to think a little fucking harder.” one of Chan's guys yells. You're pretty sure his name is Hyunjin. And even though Hyunjin was extremely attractive, as they all were, you needed him to be a little nicer to you. This shit was traumatic.
“I'm sorry, my brain is fried. I'm exhausted, I'm shaken up and I'm scared. You might be used to all of this shit, but I am not used to having guns shoved in my face and bullets flying around all willy nilly.” You snap.
Han and Changbin burst out laughing. You can't help but smile at Han stomping his feet as he smacks Changbin, them both laughing and leaning into each other.
“Focus.” Hyunjin snaps at the two. “Has anyone new come up to you in the last few months? Spoken to you? Anything?” He asks.
You shake your head. “No, nothing. I've been with Chan for the most part, and if I'm not I'm at home, or work.” You sigh.
“What do you do for work?” He asks.
“Legal assistant.”
“Have you had any Jopok cases?” Chan asks, rubbing your arm. You don't pull away from him like you knew you should. You were confused by everything that was going on with him but he was your one comfort currently and you needed that and despite everything, you still trusted him.
“I don't know anyone there.” You sigh. “It's not like there's ‘Jopok Case’ written on any of the documents.”
“For fuck sakes.” Hyunjin snaps. “You want our help, you're going to need to think a little fucking harder here Y/N.”
“Hey!” Chan yells, standing up, partially standing in front of you. “She's trying her best. She's fucking scared, give her some god damn time.”
Hyunjin throws his hands in the air, muttering some hurtful words as he storms out of the room.
“Look, I'm gonna go out, do some rounds and see what I can find out.” Chan announces, standing up.
“Chan.” You say, grabbing onto his wrist. “Please don't go.” You whisper.
“Don't worry baby, I'll be safe.” He smiles, pressing a small kiss to your lips. “They'll take care of you, promise.”
Chan walks away and out the door, leaving you with six men you barely know, but before you can say anything, Hyunjin comes back into the room, looking around at everyone, but avoiding eye contact with you.
“Changbin, Felix, Seungmin, and Minho come with me. Han and Jeongin, you two watch over the girl.” He says, motioning for the other ones to follow him. The rest get up, leaving you with Han and Jeongin, who are looking at each other, nodding before looking back at you.
“I gotta take this phone call.” Jeongin smiles, walking out of the room.
“I'm sorry about Hyunjin.” Han says, giving you a half smile. “He can be really intense sometimes.”
“Yeah.” You chuckle. “I noticed that. I'm sorry I wasn't more help… this has all just been…” You pause. “Alot.”
“I can imagine.” Han chuckles, looking past you for a split second before he looks back at you. “Do you want to take a walk? I can show you a spot I go to try and decompress after a tough day.” He suggests.
“Honestly, that sounds great.” You smile, getting up to follow Han. As the two of you walk towards the front door, Jeongin joins the two of you, walking behind you and following you out the door.
“Such a beautiful property.” You murmur looking around as the three of you walk towards the woods.
“It is. No one is around for miles.” Jeongin says. Your stomach turns as the little voice in your head tells you to stop and turn back.
“I um, I need to use the bathroom.” You say, stopping in your tracks.
“It's just right up here.” Han says, pointing into the woods.
“Maybe later, I really have to go.” You say, turning around. You start to walk away when you feel a hand on your wrist.
“Stop.” Jeongin snaps. He turns you around, facing you towards the woods, where you see four masked men walk out onto the grass, all of them pointing guns at you.
“What… what's going on?” You ask.
“Jopok is looking for you. You can't run from them, Y/N.” Jeongin says. He leans into you, his lips close to your ear. “This was our way in. It's nothing personal.” He smiles, standing back up. He looks at two of the men, harshly pushing you towards them, making you fall to the ground.
“Take her.” Jeongin says. “Han, let's go.”
Two of the four men grab you, dragging you back into the woods as you try to fight, try to scream and plead for Jeongin or Han to help you but you're dragged further and further into the woods while you watch Han and Jeongin walk back towards the house, completely ignoring your pleas for help.
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“Y/N, baby?” Chan calls out, checking the living room right as he walks into the house. The other men return home mere minutes after him, watching him go from room to room trying to find you.
“Did you find anything out?” Hyunjin asks.
“Yeah, just let me find Y/N first.” He says, walking towards the stairs to check his own room.
“She's not up there.” Han sighs, walking into the living room.
“What the fuck do you mean?” Chan snaps.
“She was scared. She got into her own head and said she was going home.” Han sighs.
“We tried to stop her, Chan. We really did. But she said she didn't trust you anymore… you weren't the man she fell for and she needed to go.” Jeongin pipes up.
“I tried to reason with her but she wouldn't listen. She made up her mind and said that she had to go.” Han explains.
“I have to find her. She's not fucking safe!” Chan yells, rushing towards the door.
“Yo, Chan, you can't risk being found out!” Han says, walking towards Chan. “Let us go to her apartment. Text me the address and if she's there we'll bring her back.”
“You couldn't even get her to stay!” Chan yells. “How can you get her back?”
“We'll figure it out. I promise, We'll do our best to find her.” Jeongin smiles, patting Chan on the shoulder. He sinks to the floor, holding his head in his hands and Jeongin and Han walk away.
“Please. Please bring her back.” He murmurs. Jeongin and Han walk away from his pleas, just like they did yours.
**
“The fuck are we gonna tell him?” Jeongin murmurs, walking through your empty apartment, going through your things, looking in all your cupboards and drawers as they kill time.
“We can't tell him Jokpok has her, he'll go after them.” Han sighs. “We'll tell him that she wasn't here when we got here. That there were clothes thrown all around and it looked like she packed a bag and left town?” He suggests.
“That's good. Yeah, that might work.” Jeongin laughs. “He can't find out about this.”
“No, at least not until the switch is complete. We need the protection of the Jopok before he can find out or they'll all fucking kill us.” Han says.
“No matter what.” Jeongin starts. “No one can know we gave Y/N to them.”
“Agreed.”
A few hours later, the two men walked back into the house and walked into the living room where Chan sat as he impatiently waited for his two, what he considered brothers, to walk in.
“Where is she!?” He yells, getting off the couch.
“There were clothes all over the place. Empty drawers… Empty cupboards… it looks like she took off.” Jeongin sighs.
“Maybe it's for the best?” Han suggests.
“How the fuck is that for the best?” Chan snaps. “She has no idea what or who she's running from. She cant fucking protect herself! Tell me, how the fuck is that the better option?”
“It's not. What the fuck, Han?” Felix snaps. “We'll find her.”
“We better. She'll die if they catch her.”
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“Someone!” You cry out. “Please! Someone help me!” Your arms are tied tightly behind your back, your ankles tied tightly together. You were panicking, rightfully so as you tried to come up with some sort of possible solution to get the fuck out of there.
Your face burned from the hits you had gotten while trying to fight some of them off earlier. You tried your fucking hardest to get out of the almost inhuman grip that had on your body but you were exhausted. You just wanted to go home. You wanted Chan. You needed him to find out you were here, you needed him to come save you. He would do that, right?
“I don't know anything!” You scream, tears streaming down your face. “Just let me out!”
“Shut the fuck up!” Someone screams from outside the locked door. You can hear the deadbolt click before the door opens, in walking a familiar man.
You gasp as he walks in, his hands in his pockets.
“It's you?”
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Hihihihihi, I couldn't help myself but write something for the otter!creator its on my mind since the brainrot(yes I am the anon who sent that otter idea, and yes I shall dub myself as the otter!anon in your blog)
Set place in Childe in Court
The traveler and Paimon rush out to get out of their seats, seeing childe activing his foul legecy, "Ah! his activing his foul legecy!" Paimon cups her cheeks in shock, while traveler looks around to try and stop Childe from activing his foul legecy.
BOOM.
The traveler blinks, at the sudden slam from the stage, The traveler and Paimon quietly gasp as the dust cleared out, there Neuvillette standing over Childe who appeared knock out at the ground, "I am sorry" Neuvillette voice is loud and echo around the entire court "If you been wronged, we will find the truth" Neuvillette gracefully turn around "But the rules of the court, but be upheld" the clockwork meka rush past Neuvillette to take Childe into the fortress.
Then tiny claps slowly echo around the court, the audience, Paimon, Travelr, and Neuvillette look to the sound, up there next to Furina is an Otter, clapping frequently with their tiny paw pads, the Otter seems be treated well, seeing that the Otter is next to the Hydro Archon and seems to be sitting at the most softest and comfortable pillows known to whole teyert, the clapping continues on, if you look closely you can see tiny stars around the Otter face, seemly amaze by the outcome of this trial.
The Otter finally notice the attention, slowly ease their clapping and let out a tiny embarass "Kyuu..." which silently made Furina 'aww' before coughing loudly and anouncing that the trial is over, and the whisper slowly begin the court room, Neuvillette slighty smirk, perhaps the case wasn't so bad after all, their little friend seemed to enjoy it.
Aether Encounter
૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! Otter Reader x Fontaine & Aether
૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 532
໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Fluff, crack, Paimon’s there too be warned
Following Neuvillette and Furina out after the trial, Paimon and Aether quickly gained on the duo.
“Wait!! WAIT!!!” Called Paimon, an out of breath Aether behind her. The pair stopped their little walk, turning to face them.
“Who’s your little friend?” Aether asked.
“Ah! Mon trésor! Yes yes, me and Monsieur Neuvillette’s darling ˈbābē! Oh, they are but a dear friend to us, isn’t that right, Ma raison d’être? Oh yes it is! Aren’t you so beautiful.~” Furina slowly stopped talking to them, instead cooing at the otter she held in her arms, akin to a baby. She rocked them and booped their nose, giggling throughout.
“Yes, I found ma moitié when I was taking a stroll, traveler. They clung to my leg and then held an amazing opulent shell to me. After taking it they seemed to request to be picked up, and how could I ever say no to ma raison de vivre.” Neuvillette gently took off the hat on the otter, smoothing the fur beneath it before patting the hat back on.
“They have stuck to my side ever since.” He mused.
“AND when they met moi, mon preux chevalier just couldn’t resist!~” Furina exclaimed.
“You guys sure do have a bunch of nicknames for them… jeez…” Paimon muttered.
Aether stared at the blue duo before gently reaching a hand out to pet the otter, only for his hand to get slapped away. When he looked back up, he was met with the glares of both Neuvillette and Furina.
“Do. Not. Touch. Mon. Trésor.” “GET YOUR FILTHY HAND AWAY FROM MON ANGE!” Both Aether and Paimon flinched back in shock.
“You dare try to place you hands of their gleaming coat!? I’ll have you know that it costs more than you’ll EVER SEE IN YOUR LIFE to make it this shiny!!!!” “Keep your tainted flesh to yourself.”
The traveling duo stared on in shock. That was… rather hostile. And now they were just glaring at each other.
Of course, that was until the topic of the discussion began to make noise.
All four of them looked down at the now squirming otter in Furina’s arms. They struggled in her grasp before dropping to the floor. They ran over to Aether before standing on their hind legs, reaching up at Aether to be picked up.
He quickly looked up at the others, noting their shock. Then, he hesitantly picked them up, cradling them in his arms. They began to chirp and chitter in happiness. Aether once again looked up at the other two, Paimon hiding behind him.
Furina and Neuvillette both stared with blank faces, before the hydro archon whipped her hat off her head, shoved it in her face and turned around. She bounced on her heels as she squealed.
“AWEEE!-,” she seemed to immediately regain composure however, “*Ahem* I- I mean, look at our ˈbābē!” She said as she turned back around, still hiding the lower half off her face behind her hat.
Neuvillette turned his head as well, his eyes closed and his hand covering his flushed cheeks and trembling lips.
“S- so adorable..!”
The otter simply snuggled into the man’s arms, continuing to chitter away happily.
໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : Otter!Creator breathing: 🙂
Furina, Neuvillette, and basically the entirety of Fontaine: 🥹🥹🥹
Otter!Creator is so soft. Literally the difference between them and Boar!Creator is the fact that one was pampered and the other basically spent their first year entirely in the wild lol ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊˚
They’re probably gonna have their own tag now, and welcome Otter!Creator Anon! When I finally get around to fixing up my blog so it’s neat and tidy, you’re gonna go right on the anon list, first place! (I really feel like people like Otter!Creator over Boar!Creator but it’s fine, it’s cool ૮꒰ ˶꒦ິ꒳꒦ິ˶꒱ა♡)
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i love when you rewatch a movie and you notice lil details that you didn't before :' ) like how m.iles chooses to sit in the backseat of his dad's car rather than sit up front with him. that tells us right off at the start that there's some discomfort on his end bc he's creating distance between them, even if it's a small distance. he could have sat his bags in the back -- most people would have instead of sitting them in the front seat. you come to understand why m.iles creates that distance as the movie progresses and you see that his dad tends to be harder on m.iles than his mom is. his mom is softer on him and maybe understands him a little better, too, which is why m.iles doesn't put up a fight when she's giving him a kiss goodbye ( he complains but there's no real push ). later on, too, she says something like, " he didn't even pick up for me, " implying that m.iles must typically take her calls even when he's avoiding his dad.
this is a little ramble-y but!! it's lil details like that that make me so happy bc it's good story-telling!! i love when movies show vs. tell bc actions really can be so effective in getting your point across and more impactful, too.
now don't click the read more unless you're okay with spoilers for a.tsv!! i mean it bc it's a big spoiler!!
this might be reaching, but i do wonder if placing m.iles in the back of the police car and showing us his pov, looking at his dad through the mesh/bar/whatever you call it window is also referencing the fact that he would have become the prowler and a criminal/villain had he not been bitten by that spider? i feel like it's really more about establishing where the characters stand with each other, but it's an interesting thought! especially since m.iles' colors for the ' spidey sense ' were originally purple and green before switching to blue and red, so i don't doubt the writers were having fun with foreshadowing and whatnot :' )
#it's about the little details okay i get so happy when i notice them :' ))#anyway forgive me for rambling about this here instead of posting some actual writing! i'm just tired and indulging in a lil rewatch#i won't lie i'm tempted to make a separate blog for spiderverse stuff just bc i feel a lil bad making y'all see it all the time#it's got me by the throat but a most of y'all followed for demon slayer stuff or one of my other fandoms#i'm kinda scared to do that though in the event that the blog gets barely any traction bc entering a new fandom#with oc's?? past experiences have left me wary ;n;#in other happier thoughts though the temptation to pick up canon muses from this franchise as test muses grows every day asdf#get ready to ramble | ooc
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All She Wants, Part One
Summary: As an Omega, Y/N’s biology dictates that she needs to be claimed and have pups. Despite seeing her through her heats for years, Dean – the Alpha Y/N wants to settle down with – refuses to give her what she needs.
Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Female Omega!Reader
Rating: 18+ Only
Bingo Square: The quote: “Don’t try to alpha me. It won’t work.” for @j3bingo which is highlighted in bold.
Warnings: omegaverse, A/B/O, A/B/O dynamics, language, ruts, heats, smut (well… technically, it’s smangst and could be perceived as tw: dub-con), p in v, dirty talk, breeding kink, claiming kink, knotting, angst, Dean is a bit of an asshole, fighting, canon level violence, arguments.
Word Count: 3.5k
A/N: Well, we get straight into the filth under the cut with this one! I hope you’re ready for some angst alpha Dean! Buckle up, buttercups, and enjoy the ride! Please consider reblogging to spread this far and wide around this Hellsite, or leave a little comment. It really does fuel our muse. If you’re too shy, or too cool for people to know you read fanfic and you don’t want it showing on your blog, you can submit an anonymous ask or drop me a DM 💖
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“Fuck, Omega, you’re dripping all over my cock,” Dean growls as he slams into you again. This is the eighth fucking he’s given you in the past three days, and it’s sure to be over a dozen by the time his rut is over.
You and Dean have been doing this for years. Whenever he’s in a rut, you get him through it, and whenever you’re in heat, he’s repaid the favour. At first, it was easy; a means to an end. You knew each other, you trusted each other, there was an attraction between you, and it was less risky than disappearing off the face of the earth for five days with a stranger, especially when any alpha could claim you with or without your consent.
As time passed, you’d done what you promised never to do; you caught feelings. Once that happened, becoming emotionally bonded to Dean was no longer a choice, and in all ways but wearing his mark, you and the green-eyed hunter had mated.
“Such a sweet fucking pussy, baby girl. Can’t get enough of it,” Dean’s voice had deepened with his arousal, and you knew the alpha in him was slowly taking over.
You groan at his words. He’s always good with dirty talk and can turn you into a weak, whimpering mess with a single word.
“Mine.”
But it’s all talk. Dean has told you plenty of times that you could never be anything more. And the more years that passed, the harder that’s been to accept. Every month when your heat ended, you swore it was the last time. Your biology dictated your life, and if an alpha didn’t claim you and give you pups, you’d go feral and die.
Dean’s knot is beginning to swell; you can’t feel him as deep as he had been. He drapes himself over your sweat-slicked back to give himself better purchase to push and shove into you, desperate to get as deep as he’d been a few minutes ago. It’s a futile effort as he won’t get what he wants until his knot has slipped inside you, but being surrounded by him – his weight on top of you, breathing in his scent – is a euphoria you could never get enough of. It’s the reason you’ve always ended up under him.
“Alpha, please,” you beg pathetically. “Need your knot.”
“Yeah? You gonna be a good girl and take my knot, ‘mega?” Dean grunts in your ear, his knot beginning to catch at your entrance.
“Yes, Alpha!” You gasp as Dean’s hand wraps around your throat, pushing your head to the side and exposing your neck.
“Of course, you are, ‘mega. Always such a good girl for your Alpha,” Dean grunts, thrusting harder and harder, trying to force his knot inside your walls, but he can’t quite slip it into your tight, slightly tense channel.
“Gonna fill you up so good, baby girl. Knot you and fill you. You want that, huh? Want my come? My pups? Want me to ruin this pretty little neck with my mark?” he grunts, teasing your delicate skin with his teeth.
You moan, feeling another bout of slick leaking from you at his words. It’s all you want, and you choke back the tears at the regret you feel about ever starting this vicious cycle; at the cruelness of him using what you so desperately want to loosen you up enough to take what he wants.
And you hate yourself because it works.
“Yeah, I know you do, Omega. You just gotta let me in. Let me in, and I’ll fill you so good, baby. There’s no way you won’t come out of this pregnant.” You try to remind yourself that it’s only words, and you’re on birth control anyway, so it’ll never happen, but you can’t help but wish there was truth in them.
Dean lowers his head, and you shiver when his tongue licks over your mating gland and his teeth nip at your skin.
“Alpha!” You scream, finally reaching orgasm as his knot breeches you and locks your bodies together for the foreseeable future.
“That’s m’girl,” Dean growls as he grinds into you, the tip of his member kissing your cervix. He jerks his hips, shoving impossibly further inside you, and you whine at the pleasurable pain.
“No fucking pussy better than yours, ‘mega, and it’s all fucking mine,” Dean roars and you feel the heat of the first ropes of come hitting your quivering walls, sending you into a second orgasm.
Your elbows can no longer hold your weight, and you collapse onto the bed. You hate how Dean knows what buttons to push to get you to give him what he needs. You hate your body for falling for his words. And right now, as you experience a third orgasm that has you fighting between euphoria and disgust, you’re glad Dean hasn’t claimed you, and a chemical bond is non-existent, so he can’t feel the torment you’re currently going through.
You sigh as the waves of your climax roll away, and your body melts into the mattress. Behind you, Dean moans low and long as your relaxed body allows his knot to slip in deeper, and he empties everything he has into your womb.
Dean has never come so hard with you before, and you wonder if the claiming and breeding talk did it, or if it was because he’s never been so deep inside you before. Or if he, like you, is finding it harder to fight his instincts.
He carefully rolls you both onto your sides and wraps himself around you protectively, placing soft kisses across your back and shoulder. It’s the first sign that his rut is ending, and it doesn’t surprise you that it’s a day early, given how much of his come you can feel swirling in your belly.
The afterglow you’d been basking in is quickly overshadowed with dread because you know this is the last time this would happen. You can’t keep doing this to yourself. Dean will never want more with you than what you have right now. He’ll never reciprocate your feelings for him, and you refuse to put yourself through it any longer.
“You okay, Y/N? Was I too rough?” Dean asks, pressing his lips to your spine, and you know for sure he’s out of his rut because he called you by name and not “Omega” or “Baby Girl”. And if using your name hadn’t given it away, then his concern for you would have.
“No,” you say quietly. You try to shift away from him, yelping from still being locked together tightly and stretched to almost unbearable pain. You want to cry, knowing you’ll likely remain that way for over an hour. At one time, that would’ve made you the happiest little omega on the planet, being tucked safely in your alpha’s arms, him locked in you so tightly, but right now, you just want to get away from him.
“Easy, sweetheart,” Dean soothes, running his hand up and down your side. “We’re gonna be here a while. It hasn’t been like that since my first rut, and I’m jammed in there pretty tight,” Dean chuckles. “Fuck, that felt good!”
You remain still and silent, not wanting to cause yourself any further pain, and grateful that if the tears you’re holding fall, you can blame it on the discomfort you feel.
“Uh, you know all that talk about claiming and pups was just that, right? Dirty talk?” Dean speaks, breaking the silence that had formed between you. “Because this life ain’t the place for weaknesses like mating bonds and pups.”
“I know.” It comes out in a whisper, but at least you didn’t burst into tears at the final nail in the coffin of your relationship with Dean.
“Good,” he states, pulling you further into his body and settling down to sleep.
Now all you need to do is wait until Dean’s knot deflates and he’s sleeping deeply. Then you can shower the stench of the alpha from your body and return to your room. Your space. Your haven. Your nest.
ONE MONTH LATER
The trouble with witches is that they’re more intelligent than most people give them credit for. And vindictive. They’re also the most vile monsters on the planet. Still, you can’t help but admire them. Not that you’d ever admit that out loud, but you can’t deny the genius of the one you’re hunting right now that’s had the three of you running around in five different states trying to catch her.
When your luck finally turns, and you find her hideout undetected—a hundred miles from the bunker, no less—the three of you get takeout and beer in the motel room, and form a plan to take the bitch down.
As the sun comes through the threadbare drapes, rousing you from the first restful night’s sleep you’ve had in weeks, you still feel tired and too hot. Trying to kick the duvet off your overheated body, you feel a solid block behind you and sigh. Sam and Dean had insisted you all share a room, knowing you’re all on the witch’s hit list and are safer in numbers until she’s dead, so you know it can only be Dean behind you.
Becoming more awake, you notice Dean nuzzling into your neck, his lips resting on your mating gland, and his calming, intoxicating scent surrounding you. This is the closest you’ve been to him since his rut a few weeks ago, making your stomach lurch.
Quietly slipping from the bed, you smile wistfully as the green-eyed alpha whines at your sudden absence. Dean has been looking at you strangely these past two weeks. You know that he knows you’re pulling away from him, but as always with the two of you, it’s gone unspoken. Dean never talks about his feelings, and the last time you did, well, let’s just say that’s when you knew you and Dean were a sinking ship.
Grabbing underwear, jeans, a vest top, and flannel from your duffel bag, you make your way into the bathroom, wanting for once to have a long, hot shower without it turning cold when soap suds are still in your hair because the boys have used it all up.
Fully dressed and towelling your hair, the first signs of this month’s heat make themselves known as your skin prickles and the twinges start in your lower belly. This will be the first heat you’ve endured without Dean in a long time, and you pray to Chuck or whoever the fuck is running things upstairs now, that you’re strong enough to handle it.
Taking two Tylenol for the impending cramps, and a suppressant to try to ease the other symptoms of heat, you brush the tangles from your wet hair and head over to the diner to get breakfast for yourself and the two alphas, the younger whose bed is now empty having gone out for his morning run, and the older who is still snoring, his nose buried into the pillow you’d slept on.
DEAN’S POV
Dean is pacing the motel room. Y/N’s scent is still strong in the air and tinged with the beginnings of her heat, a scent that always drives him fucking wild. Her damp towel hangs on the heated rail in the bathroom, so he knows she hasn’t been gone long, but he’s worried about her. Especially lately. And especially with a conniving witch bitch hellbent on vaporising them.
Y/N has been pulling away from him lately, and her sharp tongue has left him licking his wounds more than once. He’d been wracking his brain, going over their every interaction, trying to figure out what he’d done to piss her off. What hurt him the most was her obvious despair at having to share a bed with him last night.
He and Sam agreed the three of them would stay in one room until they’d killed the bitch. They were all on the witch’s radar, but if they stayed together, at least they had safety in numbers. When he gave the news to Y/N, she looked at him as if he’d kicked a puppy right in front of her, and that felt like a knife to his gut.
He’d even thought about saying she could sleep with Sam, but the very thought of that made him want to tear his younger brother’s throat out, so he had no choice but to grin and bear her cold shoulder and the cold bed.
Not able to make and take comfort in a nest for herself, Y/N had situated herself on the bed as far away from him as possible and contorted into the tiniest little ball she physically could, making it abundantly clear to him and Sam that she felt extremely vulnerable. Dean knew that hurt not only him but Sam too.
The sound of footsteps outside the room makes Dean grab the gun filled with witch-killing bullets from the dresser and point it at the door. He relaxes his stance and lowers the weapon when he recognises Sam’s shadow through the grimy motel room window.
“Have you seen Y/N?” Dean barks at his younger brother the second he walks through the door.
“Yeah, she’s sitting in the diner eating breakfast. I ran past her a couple of minutes ago,” Sam replied, stretching his calves and putting his earphones away.
“You talk to her?”
“No. I thought it best to give her some space. With the way things have been, and, you know, she’s on the verge of a heat and, uh, she hasn’t really been herself lately, and last night with the…” Sam sighed. “What happened between you two, Dean? Because that is not the happy Omega we know.”
“I wish I knew, Sammy. I really do, but I’m at a loss here.” Dean starts to pace again, in obvious distress and breathing deeply through flared nostrils.
“When was the last time things were okay between you?” Sam asked.
“My rut last month. But even then, the last time we, uh… you know�� she was off.”
“Dean,” Sam’s jaw clenched, hoping he didn’t have to kick his brother’s ass for forcing himself on her.
“I knew she was distracted. Her head wasn’t in it, and I needed her so bad—” The dawning of realisation washed over the green-eyed alpha’s features, and he felt sick.
“What did you do, Dean?”
“I, uh, I fucked up. I had to get creative with some dirty talk to slick her up enough to get my knot in, and I… fuck!” Dean sits on the bed, places his head in his hands and pulls at his hair.
“Dean,” the younger alpha’s nostrils were also flaring now, but it was from anger as opposed to his brother’s distress.
“I played on what she wants. What she really wants, Sam. I’ve always been clear with her about what we have and never used any of what she… but that night, I told her I’d claim her and give her pups.” And just like that, everything makes perfect sense to Dean. Y/N is pushing him away because she desperately wants what he teased her with. “And then, as we lay there locked together, I told her it was just talk, and I could never give it to her.”
“Jesus, Dean! You’re telling me you used her by telling her you’d give her what she wanted, then you broke her heart by taking it all back, saying she could never have it so that you could knot her? That’s low, even for you!” Sam scoffs.
“I never said she couldn’t have it. I said I couldn’t give it to her. She’s leaving me, Sammy. It’s why she’s been pushing me away. Why she feels vulnerable around me now and wants her own space all the time.”
“Yeah, and you fucking deserve it!” Sam growls as he swings for Dean, clocking him in the jaw with an almighty crack. “She loves you, Dean! And you treat her like an omega whore you’ve paid to see you through a rut?” As the younger Winchester pulls his fist back and lands another punch, the door slams, making both men jump at the sudden movement.
“Enough!” Y/N’s voice verberates through the room. “What has gotten into you two?” The pack dynamic they’d forged for themselves had Y/N as the matriarch, and so her maternal tone had them shuffle their feet and look to the floor. “We have bigger problems to deal with right now, and you two fighting like a couple of juveniles will only give the witch the ammunition she needs to take us all down!”
“Sorry, Y/N,” both alphas mumble like a couple of scolded pups.
“I brought breakfast. Eat.” It’s an order that neither alpha dared disobey. They shuffle their way over to the small table, sitting down and eating silently while Y/N checks and rechecks their duffles for the witch hunt.
Y/N’S POV
Edging silently along the wall, gun in your hand, locked and loaded, you can hear a woman’s voice and Sam grunting, and realise you only have seconds to get this right. Taking a deep breath, you step into the room, and your eyes scan the surroundings.
Sam is against the wall, struggling against invisible restraints, and the witch speaks in Latin. Knowing that can only mean trouble, you raise the gun and take a second to get your aim right between the bitch’s eyes.
It’s a second too long, and she whips her hand to the right, your gun flying from your grip and landing across the room, as she continues her Latin chant as if you weren’t just trying to kill her.
You run at the first purple spark emitted from the witch’s palms, putting yourself between Sam and the witch without hesitation. You’d missed the first part of her curse, but you’d heard enough to know that the youngest Winchester could absolutely not be hit with it. You needed to get in front of it. You couldn’t let her ruin all three of your lives.
Closing your eyes, you wait for the curse to hit, but instead, a gunshot rings through the room, and everything goes silent. You don’t get hit by a gust of wind or an electric shock… just nothing.
Peeking an eye open, you see the witch lying on the ground, blood pouring beneath her and Dean glaring at you expectantly, his nostrils flared in anger. Not wanting to deal with him right now, you rush over to Sam, scanning over him and checking he’s okay.
“Sam! Are you hurt?” you ask as you crouch beside him and scan his body for visible injuries.
“No, just winded. I’ll be fine. Are you alright?” Sam touches your forearm to stop you from fussing about him.
“She’s a hell of a lot better than she coulda been!” Dean yells across the room. “What the fuck were you thinking, Y/N, huh? Throwing yourself in front of a witch like that, you coulda been killed!”
“Don’t be so dramatic, Dean. I’m—” Dean cuts off your response, marching towards you with his index finger pointing at you.
“I swear, if you say ‘I’m fine,’ so help me!” Dean only stops when he’s toe-to-toe with you, and he puffs his chest and rears his shoulders back, trying to intimidate you. Trying to make you submit to him.
“I am fine, Dean. The curse mentioned a brother, so it wouldn’t have affected me anyway,” you argue back.
“It could’ve killed you for all we know!”
“Dean, you need to calm down,” you implore.
“And you, Omega,” Dean says, his voice low and full of alpha authority and his finger dangerously close to your face, “need to start following my orders and stop purposely disobeying me because of some stupid tantrum you’re throwing! Go wait in the car.”
You do the worst possible thing you could do right now and laugh, before turning and walking away from him. You won’t let anyone speak to you like that, and you definitely won’t let Dean, either.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?… Don’t you dare walk away from me, Omega!” You can smell his pheromones from where you are and know that not only is it in pure anger, but because he’s extra on edge having being able to smell your heat and is starting to get antsy.
“Don’t try to alpha me. It won’t work. You haven’t claimed me, Dean. I am not your omega. You made it very clear that I’m only good enough to be your rut bunny, and you know what? I’m done with that, so stay the hell away from me!”
“Y/N!”
Once again, you completely ignore him and keep walking. It’s hard because your body screams for him, but you won’t let him use you. Not anymore. Never again.
“Omega!” he roars again, and you walk out the door, slamming it behind you.
Screw waiting in the Impala. You’ll make your own way back, grab your bag, and go to another motel for the night. It was going to be a long enough car ride back to the bunker tomorrow, you needed some space—for everyone’s sake.
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Mun Preferences
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Do you have a 'type' of character you tend to pick up as a Muse?
If you format your posts a certain way, why do you choose that format?
Do you use any extensions/other tools when writing that you would recommend to others?
Do you listen to music when writing? What kind of music?
Do you make playlists for certain muses, threads, or ships? How does this help you?
Do you make pinterest boards for certain muses, threads, or ships? How does this help you?
How has your muse changed over time? How different are they from when you first started writing them?
How has your muse grown over time? What have they overcome in their personal story? What new challenges do they face?
What type of responses or events in a thread make you eager to reply ASAP?
How do you 'end' a thread?
How do you track your threads, if at all? If you don't, why not?
What often prompts you to make an OOC post unrelated to your blog/muse?
What makes you lose interest in a thread?
How do you decide what will happen next in a thread? Do you communicate with the other mun at all?
Do you write outside of your Muse's canon (AUs)? What are some of your favorite AU genres/settings?
What is a plot idea or otherwise character angle you want to explore more with your muse?
What traits do you look for in an RP partner?
What subjects, genres, or themes do you always want to write?
What subjects, genres, or themes do you never want to write?
What muses have you dropped in the past? Do you think you'll ever pick them back up again, and if you did, what would be the reason?
What helps you recharge when you feel burned out writing?
Have you remade your blog in the past? What caused that?
What prompts a blog aesthetic (icons, theme) or url change?
What will make you follow a blog? What will make you not follow and/or unfollow a blog?
What traits, actions, or otherwise vibes will make you want to write with a specific muse?
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