#< its my fanfic shhhh

[gauched]

the lumberjack and the beast.

based on @amongsnot and @spectralsnailenjoyer au, long bygone burdens

EDIT: click on for better quality! tumblr ruined it el em ay oh

[tsuki-tsuki-koi-koi]

A Couple Rounds (Ogata/Usami + Others)

Warnings: Under Negotiated K*nk, n$fw

AO3 LINK

This was the last time Ogata let Usami pick “the entertainment” for their night out drinking. 

What was the point of even going to a brothel full of women if he was the one that ended up bent over the table? How did he even agree to this? Not that it mattered now, cold oil was already being poured between his cheeks, making Ogata hiss and pull against where his belt was tied around his wrists.

“Oh, don’t be such a baby, Hyakunosuke~  Weren’t you shot in the war?” Usami scoffed, rubbing the oil in with his hand. “If it’s too cold I just won’t use it, hm? Would that be better?” As he spoke, he pushed two fingers inside Ogata who nearly jumped out of his skin. 

“Fuck! You know, getting fucked by you is barely worth it at this point.” Ogata shot back over his shoulder at Usami who just laughed. 

Usami pumped his fingers in and out, squeezing Ogata’s ass with his other hand. “If you can beat me in a fight then we can use my ass next time.” He added more oil to his fingers. “My ass is way nicer anyways. You need to eat more.” He slapped Ogata’s ass as he spoke and breathed out hard through his nose. 

Ogata just rolled his eyes at that comment, ignoring the sting of the slap. “If I fucked you, I’d need to be hung like a horse for you to even feel it. You slut.” 

With another cackle, Usami didn’t deny it as he spread his fingers apart to see if Ogata was stretched, and gave a little shrug before lubing himself up. “Okay~ Don’t worry, gorgeous I’ll be nice and gentle.” His patronizing tone ghosted across Ogata’s skin as Usami leaned down over him. 

“W-wait-“ It was too late, Ogata flinched as Usami pushed the head of his cock in. “Damn it… bastard.” He breathed out weakly, arching his back a little so that at least it felt good for both of them. 

Usami just hummed, licking along Ogata’s spine as he thrust. He found a rhythm easily enough and worked Ogata open as he fucked him. “Mmmn~ Yeah that hits the spot.” Usami moaned loudly, not giving a shit if he was overheard. 

They went at it for a while, Ogata settling into the abuse Usami was giving him, gasping and muffling his moans in his arm whenever he was spanked or bitten. It wasn’t that often he found himself underneath Usami, but every time he felt like he needed to visit the infirmary afterwards just to make sure he hadn’t gotten rabies. 

“Ah! You feel so good Hyakunosuke. I could go all night~” Usami praised again with an exaggerated sigh, but started to slow his rough thrusts. Then after a minute, he pulled out, leaving Ogata empty and pretty on edge. “But I think that’s enough for me for now.” He hummed, admiring the view before bringing his hand down again to smack Ogata’s ass. 

Ogata lifted his head sluggishly to look back at Usami. “What? You’re done already… you already said I wouldn’t have to use my mouth to finish you off.” Ogata furrowed his brow, trying to move and lift his chest off the low table but was stopped by Usami’s hand on his lower back. 

“I’m not in the mood to break promises tonight, don’t worry.” Shaking his head, Usami pushed up off the ground and moved to sit on the table, pulling Ogata’s upper half onto his lap, his still-hard cock hitting Ogata in the face. “I said we would have a little fun didn’t I?” Usami mused, running his hand over Ogata’s short hair with an evil-looking grin on his face. “I was just getting you warmed up for our guests.” 

Confusion and a bit of panic coursed through Ogata’s body as Usami whistled towards the door to their private room. The clear sounds of heavy footsteps approaching sent ice through his veins. As the door slid open behind him, Ogata tried to look at who had just walked in but Usami just held Ogata’s head against his crotch, his other hand holding the end of the belt around Ogata’s wrists. 

“Oh wow.” A voice called behind Ogata, followed by a soft whistle under the person’s breath. 

Fuck, he recognized that voice.

“I should have had another beer.” Another lower voice joined in. “Thought we’d be easing into it.” 

Oh, Fuck

There was a quiet laugh of agreement then the door slid shut once again. 

Ogata was frozen still, his lubed, stretched ass and hard cock were bared for this whole group to see, and Usami was petting Ogata’s head like that would do anything to relax him. “B-Bastard…” Ogata mumbled, nose currently being held at the base of Usami’s cock in a very humiliating manner. He hated how much he was turned on by the way he was being held, but Ogata would much rather die than let Usami know that right now. 

“Corporal, welcome.” Usami sounded as pleased as could be. “Sorry to make you wait, I was just getting him warmed up~” With a hum, Usami smoothed his hand down to Ogata’s neck. “We’ve got some alcohol left over, so please, help yourselves.” 

The footsteps dispersed around the table, and out of the corner of his eye, Ogata saw Private Okada stripping out of his jacket and cap. The disbelieving little smile on the Private’s face made Ogata’s stomach flip flop around. Those assholes were already way too into this. 

Ogata turned his head and bit into the meat of Usami’s inner thigh. It didn’t even get much of a reaction out of the man holding him, other than a rush of air from his nose and the hand on the back of Ogata’s neck squeezing a bit more until Ogata relaxed his jaw. There was some idle chatting and beer bottles being clinked together but still, no one had dared to come up and touch Ogata. Maybe they weren’t as interested as he thought- 

“You haven’t taken your eyes off him, Mishima. Want to go first?” Usami offered and the other men in the room laughed, encouraging the private to go first as well. 

“I-I…” Mishima audibly gulped and then soon after there was the sound of a uniform being clumsily discarded. “I can just…do it?” 

Ogata would have scolded Mishima for asking that question after he had gotten undressed but kept his mouth shut. He didn’t feel like giving Usami a reason to shut him up with the cock still pressed against the outside of Ogata’s cheek, smearing the used oil along Ogata’s flushed skin. It was the one thing they had agreed on beforehand, no oral, and it would be a small miracle if it stayed that way.

“What’s the matter? Feeling shy?” Ogata heard Noma’s smug voice not too far off to the side of him. “You’ve already got your slacks off.” He laughed and Ogata appreciated that his private thoughts had been vocalized by someone else. 

Corporal Tamai’s voice sounded from the edge of the table where their beer was sitting farthest from Usami’s bare ass. “Nothing we haven’t seen before, Private.” He scoffed and then loudly chugged his drink, complaining off-handedly about it not being cold enough. 

Ogata jumped when he felt a hand on his hip, turning his head as much as Usami would allow him. Damn. Ogata didn’t want to admit to himself that he was… curious. But maybe... Fuck, Usami was a horrible influence, but Ogata at least appreciated this wasn’t happening in the middle of the barracks. He knew of too many virgins like Mishima who would be eagerly lined up behind him for a chance at sticking their dick in something other than each other's mouths. 

It sounded like it was just Tamai and his goons who had joined them, and he hoped Usami hadn’t let anyone else know of this get-together. No doubt it had been Noma’s idea to include Mishima, but well… in honesty, Ogata was the least upset about that addition. He knew no one present was likely to run their mouth or hurt him too much with their size. From what he had seen in the showers at least. Thinking of that, Ogata suddenly shivered at the idea of Usami managing to convince that beast Tanigaki to join this little depraved party. 

That line of thinking didn’t make him any less angry that he had been tricked into this situation. He was going to beat the shit out of Usami the first chance he got. Even if Ogata was actually excited at the prospect of being fucked into oblivion. That was separate from his current humiliation. 

Mishima’s surprisingly rough hands smoothing across his lower back brought Ogata back to the present. His back arched without even thinking and he heard one of the other men whistle in appreciation. Even the slightest thing would be putting on a show for them, and it made Ogata’s chest burn hot. 

“Is this really allowed?” Mishima’s voice betrayed all the eagerness he was feeling, and it made Usami chuckle. 

“Well of course it’s not, but you seem hard enough not to care either way.” Usami played with the shell of Ogata’s ear, his smile clear in his voice and Ogata just rolled his eyes. 

The hands-on Ogata’s back moved lower, and two slender fingers curiously pushed inside. Mishima poked and prodded, hesitating to put any pressure on the ring of oiled muscle. It was more than a little frustrating, at least when Usami did this earlier there was the shock and friction to stimulate Ogata in some way. Ogata huffed at how delicately he was being treated and tried to turn his head again. “Stick it in already, I’m not going to- '' Ogata barked out but Usami cut him off when he shoved a thumb into Ogata’s mouth and held down his tongue. 

“Take your time. He’s not going anywhere.” Usami corrected, a bright smile on his face, even as Ogata bit down on his finger. 

Ogata listened to Noma telling Mishima to hurry up so he could go next, making a genuine thrill rush through him. They were doing this. He was really doing this. Ogata slacked his jaw and let go of Usami’s thumb, which was pulled out of his mouth and wiped against his chin. It was hard not to seem too eager as Ogata spread his legs a bit more, clenching down on Mishima’s curious fingers. 

When he was done exploring, Mishima poured way too much oil on Ogata and himself before moving closer and pressing inside Ogata. It had been a long time since he had taken any cock that wasn’t Usami’s, but it wasn’t too difficult to adjust. Mishima reached about the same depth as Usami usually did, but he lacked the same girth or harsh upward curve and Ogata found himself actively squeezing down onto him to try and feel anything good. He was so slick there was barely any friction. Mishima seemed to like that, however, with how vocal he suddenly became.

Ogata huffed softly into Usami’s groin, his bound hands flexing as he focused on Mishima inside him. Lack of experience was clear in Mishima’s inability to find a rhythm for longer than five or six thrusts, so Ogata found himself pushing his hips back to make the most of it. He knew everyone could see him doing it, and tried to ignore the appreciative murmurs from his audience. 

“A-Ah, damn, this does feel incredible.” Mishima praised between sweet-sounding moans. He gripped Ogata’s hips tight and as he got close to his orgasm, he started to slam his hips erratically into Ogata who let out a surprised whine. “Do I… ha-ah- do I finish inside?” 

Ogata didn’t care, he would already have to take a bath or two… or three just to get the oil off himself. He managed to glance up at Usami who just gave a nod and looked to the other men in the room who also voiced their approval to fill Ogata up. 

Filthy perverts. Ogata thought to himself. He would need three baths.

“Go ahea-“ 

Mishima cut Usami off with a shaky groan, pressing his hips against Ogata’s ass as he came without further warning. It was hot in Ogata’s guts, but a feeling he was used to at this point since Usami seemed opposed to ever to pulling out even when Ogata asked. 

“Oh, well~ there you go.” Usami chuckled, petting the top of Ogata’s head. “One down.” He teased, as Mishima pulled out and moved away quickly. Mishima sounded embarrassed as he gathered his clothes, seemingly conscious of what he had just done to a superior officer, in front of two other superior officers in a shady brothel. 

“Come here- I’ll clean you up.” Okada’s voice was across the table from them. “You look like you’re going to pass out, Mishima.” Okada teased and Tamai agreed with a laugh, beer bottles getting moved about. 

Noma was next, just like he had said. He didn’t waste any time, and Ogata could feel that he hadn’t stripped fully as Mishima had, the cold metal of his dangling belt buckle sending goose bumps along Ogata’s flushed skin. “Fuck, Ogata. Did you even feel that? You’re literally dripping with oil.” Noma teased, lubing himself up by rubbing his length between Ogata’s cheeks. 

Ogata heard Mishima apologize, but the other men in the room just laughed. Noma groped Ogata’s ass and felt up his thighs before using one hand to guide himself in. Ogata winced, cursing under his breath when a shockingly thick head popped inside him. Bastard must have been a grower, there goes Ogata’s hope of still being able to walk without a noticeable limp tomorrow.

The hand on Ogata’s head patted him mockingly. “Hm? Did that one hurt?” Usami asked, but it was clear he didn’t care much about the answer so much as saying it to embarrass Ogata.

“No. Fuck off…” Ogata grumbled, trying to relax and take what was being given to him. “It’s just… ugh- bigger than yours…” A pleased sound was heard from Noma behind him, and Ogata just had to deal with giving Noma an ego boost if it made Usami grit his teeth and shut up in turn. 

It took Noma a bit to push fully into Ogata, but luckily he wasn’t too lengthy. Honestly, this already felt way better and Ogata was sure he’d be able to cum from this kind of stretch alone. As Noma started to move, it drew sounds out of Ogata that made the cock touching his face twitch. “Oh fuck…” Ogata breathed out with a moan, back fully arched as Noma found his pace. 

Noma’s thrusts were steady and confident, hitting Ogata right where he needed him to. “God, you’re so fucking wet,” Noma grunted, leaning down along Ogata’s back and kissing along his spine. It was surprisingly intimate and felt way better than being chewed on by Usami. Noma licked at those bite marks, clearly not caring if his face also ended up close to Usami’s junk. 

Ogata was being fucked so good, it genuinely felt amazing. All his shame and anger towards Usami were replaced with the unrelenting feeling of Noma’s cock in his ass. It was giving exactly what Ogata had wanted and as he spread his knees to ask for more. Noma pounded against his prostate which was quickly pushing Ogata toward his own orgasm. 

“H-Harder Noma…” Ogata whined, eyes shut tight. “Come on. I want it.” Only Usami and Noma heard him, but the message was received loud and clear. The hands on Ogata’s waist dug their fingers into his skin enough to bruise him, but the build-up of bliss in his guts blocked that pain out completely. Ogata started moaning, drooling against the base of Usami’s cock as he turned his head. Then when the pressure got too much, Ogata came untouched across the mats beneath them with a loud groan. 

Cumming made Ogata clench around Noma’s thick cock and it was painful being fucked so roughly through his orgasm like this but he didn’t tell Noma to stop. He didn’t even think Usami would let Noma listen if he tried. Ogata didn’t care though, he just laid there and took it and it felt so good. 

Noma kept going for a while before he grunted and came with a few more strong thrusts. Finally releasing his grip on Ogata’s sides, Noma pulled out as he sat back on his heels and shamelessly spread Ogata’s cheeks to admire what he had done before standing up. 

“Okada? Do you want to-“ Noma started, but when he looked across the table, he saw that Mishima was already helping the other private out, and just scoffed. “Couldn’t even wait for me to finish?” Noma moved away, buckling his pants back up. “Mishima should be drinking with us, not sucking you off.” 

Usami turned his head and loosened his grip on Ogata’s wrists, which now ached just as much as his poor knees did. “Corporal Tamai, sir? Still interested?” Usami used his buttery smooth tone to entice the other man who had just been sitting there watching and drinking the whole time. 

There was a rough throat clear at the end of the table. “Hmm? Well-“ Tamai put his beer down with a bit of a clatter, and Ogata could tell that he was drunk. “Noma’s already ruined his ass, it’s a shame. You told us his mouth was off limits, didn’t you?” 

Ogata suddenly tensed. As much as he didn’t like being spoken about as if he wasn’t right here, he was at the mercy of Usami’s will tonight especially since he was currently coming down from the high of his orgasm. 

“Unfortunately that’s right, sir. Our dear sweet Hyakunosuke only agreed to do this because I promised to only use one end.”Ogata hadn’t agreed to this at all, but that wasn’t a complete lie. 

“Besides, he’s incredibly bitey. I haven’t trained that out of him yet.” Usami jolted slightly when Ogata bit him right at the sensitive spot between his thigh and groin, pulling Ogata off him by the back of his neck with a sharp curse. 

Corporal Tamai got the hint and lazily got up to kneel behind Ogata. There was a quiet noise of disgust before Tamai shed his belt and pushed down his trousers. He moved aside his fundoshi and without any further commentary, pushed inside Ogata. 

Even if Tamai was putting zero effort into fucking him, Ogata moaned and shivered anyways, still incredibly sensitive from what Noma and his own orgasm. Any apprehensions Tamai had were gone quickly from his drunken mind when he felt Ogata around him. Arousal seemed to wash through him and Tamai tried to at least pick up his pace, but he was too drunk to last more than a few minutes before he was cursing Ogata out and cumming inside him. 

He expected to be done. He was completely spent and still trembling a little against Usami’s legs, so Ogata tried his best to regain his composure. He couldn’t feel his knees, and was sure his hips were very bruised and red from being grabbed so hard. Ogata shifted his weight around a little to try and get feeling back to his feet but it just reminded him how sore his ass was so he didn’t bother trying to move more than that.

Then there was a shift as Usami adjusted how he held Ogata. “Private Okada~ you haven’t taken your turn yet~” Usami spoke in that sing-songy voice again and began undoing the belt restraining Ogata’s wrists. 

Ogata heard a bottle get sat down on the table, then Mishima’s low moans went quiet. What were they even doing on that side of the table? Usami still wasn’t letting Ogata move his head enough to see but now having his hands free was a big improvement. 

“Ah I don’t know, he looks pretty spent to me-“ Okada cleared his throat, “I’m way too small to really feel anything after a guy like Noma’s had his way.” The bratty tone in his voice made Ogata’s eyebrow twitch.

Usami and Noma both laughed, then Usami grabbed Ogata by both shoulders and pushed him back so Ogata was kneeling upright. The sudden headrush from sitting up made Ogata’s vision unfocus and he closed his eyes from dizziness.

 “Why don’t you both take him.’ Usami gestured between both sides of the table. “Mishima clearly had no problem getting it up again.” 

There was a beat of silence, and when Ogata peeked open his eyes, they were already locked onto Mishima’s who was staring intently at Ogata as he wiped the corner of his mouth. Ogata then dragged his gaze up to Usami who was looking at him expectantly, so Ogata just shrugged and closed his eyes again, licking at his chapped lips. 

He had never taken two cocks at once before. Ogata didn’t know if he liked it or if he was just so overstimulated at this point that everything felt raw and intense. He was straddling Mishima’s lap, arms around his shoulders, as Okada slid in behind him. 

When they both started to move, Ogata’s eyes flew open with a pained groan. Mishima rubbed at Ogata’s inner thighs so Ogata kept his mouth shut other than a quiet “f-fuck…” as both cocks began to slide against each other inside him. It was strange at first, then just uncomfortable. The only real benefit from this position was that when he slouched forward against Mishima, the other soldier smelt good compared to the stink of sweat and sex in the  rest of the room. Not to mention there was nothing but rushed, breathy praise streaming out of Mishima’s mouth about how Ogata felt. 

Okada came first, and pulled out with a satisfied sigh, leaving Mishima to chase after his second orgasm of the night. “So hot-“ Mishima’s sweet voice was far from its usual even tone as it cracked under a whimper. “It feels amazing.” 

Usami nudged Ogata’s side with his foot. “Go on then, tell the Private how he’s doing. Since you two look so intimate.” Usami teased, and Ogata shot him a glare out of the corner of his eye. “Is he doing better than his first time, Ogata?” 

At the teasing, Ogata felt Mishima’s needy thrusts falter out of the decent rhythm he had found, and he was back to the unsure half-thrusts from before. Fuck it. Ogata already felt feverish and a bit drunk from how sensitive he was. Might as well add more humiliation onto it. 

“You’re better than Usami was his first time,” Ogata spoke, voice low and scratchy from moaning all night. “He came after just three thrusts, you’re doing so good using me like this.” He was speaking right into Mishima’s ear but knew the other men in the room would still hear him. “Feels good.” Ogata let out a shaky sigh of pleasure. “Keep it up, Mishima.” Ogata shifted his head back to see Usami’s expression, but as he did so, Mishima’s mouth came crashing into his. 

Ogata had to hold on for dear life afterwards as Mishima fucked him senseless. The kissing was sloppy and their teeth clashed awkwardly, but honestly, Ogata was used to Usami being  a notoriously bad kisser, so he was just impressed at the level of enthusiasm. Ogata was sure Mishima had cum mid thrust, but the other just kept going until he was too soft and had to pull out with a weak hiss. 

It had set Ogata’s nerves alight again, and he whimpered openly when cum now leaked from  between his legs onto the floor. “Haha… way better than Usami-“ Ogata choked out before he was grabbed by the neck by Usami a second later. 

“Bastard. What did I just hear you say?” Usami was visibly mad but was furiously jerking off in front of Ogata from his seat on the table. “You’re liking this just as much as I knew you would, you cheap whore.” He scoffed, then with a grunt, Usami came, splattering cum across Ogata’s chest and face. “Hah… better. Been holding that in.” He whistled and stood up off the table, leaving Ogata alone. 

Without anyone else grabbing him, Mishima helped Ogata move back to lie on his side before excusing himself back to the table. At some point, while the other men drank, someone draped their shirt over Ogata’s shoulders, leaving Ogata to catch his breath. He didn’t mind not participating in the drinking and chatting, Ogata had had enough at this point. The cum cooling on his skin was getting itchy at this point, but all he managed to do was wipe it away from under his eyes. 

They weren’t completely done with him, however. 

Tamai had come back for another sloppy round a short while later, not moving Ogata from his position on the floor. He lasted a bit longer than last time, but Ogata was too tired to care about such a weak performance. Then Okada had come over to fuck between Ogata’s thighs, adding to the mess on Ogata’s chest. 

What broke him fully was Noma wanting him again. He was dragged from his resting spot and sat in Noma’s lap, facing the others at the table. Usami had gotten dressed at some point and now Ogata could see they had been playing cards and that some poor waitress had come in and brought them fresh drinks. 

As Noma pressed inside him, Ogata winced and moaned a curse, his ass was sore and the rest of his body just felt hot and sluggish. When Noma wasn’t handling his cards he moved Ogata up and down in his lap, fucking him where all the others could see. Ogata’s lewd reactions were on display just as much as his body. When it was Noma’s turn at the table, however, Ogata was just left to sit on his cock, unable to even squirm very much with how weak his legs were after everything. Ogata’s arms felt heavy, so all he could do was brace his hands against the edge of the table so he didn’t fall forward.

“Ah fuck, I could get used to this,” Noma said quietly, going back to thrusting up into Ogata. “Same time next week, Usami?” He breathed out with a long satisfied groan, stroking a hand along Ogata’s trembling outer thigh. 

“If he’s willing.” Usami hummed and leaned his elbow on the table to watch Ogata twitch and shiver. 

Ogata was moaning weakly, his head leaning back onto Noma’s shoulder, sweat beading down the back of his neck. He could see stars when his eyes were open, and all Ogata could think about at this point was how his guts felt twisted up and the pricks of pain bleeding through the intense pleasure inside him. Even if Noma was hitting his prostate, Ogata just whined and panted, unable to get hard. 

Noma came a few minutes after that. He held Ogata in his lap, letting his cock slowly soften and slip out on its own. He then helped Ogata slide back onto the floor on his side. Patting Ogata’s side affectionately before returning to the card game.  

Ogata was so overstimulated he didn’t even notice people leaving. Not hearing their drunken praise or thank you’s through the rushing of his pulse in his ears. All he knew was that he wasn’t being touched anymore so he melted into the floor with a groan, taking a much-needed nap.

—

When Ogata opened his eyes next, Usami was cleaning him up with a wet cloth. It felt cold, but it probably only felt like that due to Ogata’s feverish skin. Either way, the drops of water caused goosebumps to shoot across his arms and down his back while Usami worked. 

“There he is.” Usami hummed and patted Ogata on the stomach when he noticed the other coming to. “Did you have fun?” 

“Fuck… you…” Ogata breathed out, shutting his eyes again so he didn’t have to see Usami’s shit-eating grin. 

“I’ll take that as a yes?” Usami rubbed the cloth over Ogata’s very tender hole which, much to Ogata’s immediate displeasure, was still full of cum. 

With a groan, Ogata tried and failed to push it all out. His stomach muscles were aching and he was sure he had a long bruise forming below his ribs where he had been pushed into the edge of the table over and over. 

“Next time… tell them to not do it inside…” Ogata mumbled, feeling defeated, but so deeply satisfied he was sure he wouldn’t need to jerk off for a month. 

Usami clapped his hands together before helping Ogata to sit up so they could try getting him dressed to leave. “Excellent. We can take turns next time.” He mused, wiping dry cum off Ogata’s cheek with his hand. 

“…can’t wait.” Ogata replied sarcastically but leaned into the touch to his face regardless. 

[coiled-dragon]

Look I needed them to bone

[tiamathh]

GUYSSSS I wanna. I wanna...I wanna... Start writing fabrics again but like I'm not interested enough in any media to actively start writing again

[relicsongmel]

Dena. Sweetie.

Pot, kettle.

[blanketburritotoro]

Do I think that my favorite show is the best show?

No.

The story is inherently flawed. The fandom has its fair share of toxicity. The creator is inherently flawed. It's a mess.

Does this stop the show from being my absolute favorite thing on the planet from when I found it at only 3 episodes about seven and a half years ago?

Also no.

[flwerswrld]

relationship headcannons ୨୧ | hsr men

cw: lowercase intended, tooth rottingly fluffy, slight crack if u squint, gender neutral!reader, established relationship for all characters, grumpy x sunshine if you squint (caelus), sick!reader (dan heng), dan heng being a worrywart, marriage #4lifers >_< (welt), flustered geppie, ooc for probably all of them...😞 whoopsies i haven't written fanfic in like 4-5 yrs

character/s included: caelus, dan heng, welt, gepard landau

caelus ♡

- biiiiig cuddler :3

- like this man is ON YOU.

- march has multiple photos of you two attached to the hip (one where u guys were literally HANDCUFFED to each other. caelus wanted to try the idea out, might write a whole other fic just on that)

- literally anything could remind him of you

- he sees a bag of chips? oh, they're y/n's fav, oh i'm thinking of my partner now, oh how i love my partner :3

- ^ literally his thought process

- adding to the last point, he'll find or buy random things to give to you because he thought you'd like it/it reminded him of you

"caelus, are these... cat keychains?" you ask, the gift random, but definitely not unwelcomed, conveyed by the growing smile on your face. "they reminded me of us." he replies, his shoulders moving up and down in a noncommittal shrug. "i'm the orange cat, and you're the black cat."

well... now that you look at it, the keychains do remind you of you and caelus' relationship dynamic. the ginger cat— a tabby, it seems, is laying on the black cat's belly affectionately, the aforementioned feline having an annoyed frown on its face.

"it's cute." pressing a kiss to his cheek, your then soft smile grows into something more joyful. "thank you for the sweet gift, caelus."

and caelus swore to the aeons themselves that he was having heart palpitations from the feeling of your lips on his cheek.

dan heng ♡

- way less affectionate compared to how caelus is, not because he doesn't love you, but because he's more reserved

- doesn't mean he doesn't cuddle, he loves it when you and him have a nice snuggle sesh after a stressful day (but shhhh don't tell him i told you, it's supposed to be a secret 🤫)

"you're sure you don't need more tea?"

- prefers to show you his affections through acts of service rather than words or physical touch

- he's so dorky ugh i want him so bad

"dan heng, i'll be fine—" another coughing fit ensued, the hacking so intense dan heng backs away. "yep, more tea for you." he mumbles under his breath. "and more soup."

he reminds me of a mother hen... you think, sipping on your mug of tea that your lovely boyfriend had made for you. the beverage is hot and relaxing, feeling like a smoldering fire was in your belly whenever you swallow it.

"you know..." you start when he comes back inside your room, looking at your boyfriend with a hint of a smirk on your face. "you remind me of a mother hen, sometimes."

and you almost laugh at the disgruntled expression that appears on his stupidly handsome face. "i do not act like a mother hen—"

"oh, come on! you know you do, babe!"

with his cheeks turning a shade of light pink at the nickname, he sighs. "you can call me whatever you want, just drink your tea, for the love of aeons." he replied begrudgingly. "then give me a kiss!" you shoot back, weakly puckering your lips. "then i'll drink my tea, eat my soup, and then take a niiiiiice long nap."

dan heng stands there for a second, weighing his options. on one hand, he gets to kiss his partner — whom he loves very dearly he might add — to get them to eat their soup and drink the tea he had prepared for them. the only problem is that they're sick.

oh, fuck it.

pressing a kiss to your lips, he sighs into it, pulling away after a few seconds. "there. better now?" he asks.

he got sick two days later, but to him it was worth it.

welt ♡

- this man KNOWS how to treat someone right. i just know it in the deepest parts of my soul.

- shows you the animations that he made when he worked as an animator (it probably has 12 episodes, only 1 season, and ended on a cliffhanger 😞)

- HE DRAWS YOU. IDC. his sketchbook is full of drawings of you, random things he sees while out on his travels with you and the express, and other random doodles

- loves sightseeing with you. every time you go to a new planet you guys take pictures together at every tourist spot

- slow dancing w/ him to frank sinatra... it'd be so cute??? STOP STOP EVERYONE SHUT UP FOR 2 SECONDS. ☹️☹️

you felt like life was perfect right now.

with all the drama on penacony being over, you and welt finally had some free time to just chill out and take a breather.

"this is so nice..." you mumble to yourself, the metal of your ring softly pressing against the skin of your finger as your hands rest on welt's shoulders. "slow dancing is so romantic, don't you think?" welt asks, smiling down at you as frank sinatra records play in the background.

"are you trying to seduce me, mr. yang? even after years of marriage?" you ask, smiling when he spins you around slowly to the soft voice of frank sinatra, and the romantic melodies of the instruments. "and what if i am, mx yang?" he leans down in your ear to mumble, his tone teasing, maybe a bit... mischievous?

when the record stops spinning, welt holds you close to him, heat radiating off of him like a radiator. "hm, you're warm." you mumble, letting out a yawn. "like a heater."

hearing your husband let out a little chuckle, he smiles down at you. "you say this every time we hug."

"is it romantic, though?"

there was a pregnant pause, as if welt was deciding on what to say.

"do you want me to be honest or nice...?"

"welt!"

gepard landau ♡

- he's soooo protective ik it :[ like he's always keeping an eye on you while he's on patrol to make sure you're safe (not in a stalker way, just looking out for you bc he cares (⁠◕⁠દ⁠◕⁠))

- gets you something on every holiday, even if it doesn't count as a ‘holiday’. for every valentine's day he buys you chocolates and a cute little teddy bear 🥹🥹 he's so cute

- bc he's so busy with belobog duties(??), he doesn't have much time for dates

- so for the time he does have off, he'll spend with you!! (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

- serval is also you and gepard's biggest supporter, and lowkey played matchmaker with you two so you guys could get together

"aww, geppie! this is so cute!" you say, smiling at the rose bouquet and chocolates he had gotten you for valentine's day.

"serval actually suggested for me to buy you them..." the blonde replied, a mixed pile of mush and flustered mumblings underneath his breath. "she said your favourite flowers are roses, so i tried to find the best ones in belobog for you."

you actually think your heart is going to explode. or that you're going to squeeze your boyfriend to death from his cuteness.

and that's exactly what you do, making a mental note to thank serval the next time you see her.

"gepard, you're the best!" you exclaim, leaning your head onto his chest.

"don't mention it, y/n..." he mumbles, praying to qilpoth that you can't hear the relentless beating of his heart, the thumpity thump of it so profound he can feel it in his ears. "it's my duty as your boyfriend to give you gifts."

you also make another mental note: to wife this man up as soon as possible.

[billie-reportingbadnews2you]

Shhhh / A Billie Eilish fanfic

WARNINGS: Fingering, Cumming, swearing MDNI!!!!

Billie Eilish is your girlfriend, she was nominated for another award, and like always she invited you as her guest, she also pulled a few strings to invite Finneas OfCourse, you didn't really know what to wear but Billie wore a white shirt and a black tie with a brown and red short sleeved cardigan, so you just went with your suit that you wore one your first date. As you walked outside to were Billie was waiting for you, her face lit up with that amazing smile that you absolutely adored "I RECOGNISE THAT SUITTT" You let out a flirtatious chuckle "a special suit for a special day my love" she squeezed you almost smudging her mascara you slightly pushed her away "your makeup babe, don't smudge it" she laughed while looking up at you "oh c'mon you haven't had trouble with lipstick stains on your collar before" she chuckled and bit her lip while you blushed "c'mon our ride is here and Finneas is waiting" she tugged you by the wrist and you guys got in the car, Finneas was wearing something similar but with a bow "wow man you look good" you smiled dapping him up "thanks y/n, the suit, suits you, get it?" you and Billie both shared a chuckle, within a couple minutes you made it, the red carpet, you helped your girlfriend out of the car and held her arm while walking in, as expected the paparazzi flashed in your eyes but being with Billie you were used to it, you and Billie did a couple poses and had some fun with Finneas, we greeted some other celebrity, but soon the guards welcomed us into the massive hall, slightly pitch black at the back with mustard toned light shining the room, you and Billie moved to the back, you were at the end seat, Billie next to you and Finneas next to her. about 40 minutes go past and awards go out, people laughing, it was fun, but you felt a small touch on your thigh, you looked at Billie she was looking at the stage, you assumed it was a comfort thing, but as time went along her hand had gone further down, her hand had made it right on top of your clothed pussy. she was softly rubbing up and down against your covered folds, you had gotten wetter by the second, but you could also smell it, you started to panic people Infront of us had confronting looks on their faces, Billie's hand moved further towards the right side of your face "you want mommy to win right? let mommy have some fun time, I've heard its good luck" you were fucked whenever Billie brings something about other people's opinion there was no getting out of it, her hand stretched your pants making their way directly on your pussy, you started to squirm, Billie made sure not to be so rough so people couldn't hear how wet you were, within minutes you were trying so god damn hard not to whimper, her fingers rubbing violently against your clit, with a push your pupils grew, Billie had placed two fingers inside your aching hole, in and out, in n out, soon you were going to cum, suddenly something caused you to look at the stage, shit, it was Billie's nomination, she started going faster, "and the winner for this year's best music award goes to" Billie went faster and faster, PUSH, you came all over Billie's finger "AND IT GOES TO BILLIE EILISH" everyone started to applause and look out way, Billie took her fingers out of your pants before licking them and standing up, you looked at Finneas you knew you were glowing red, manspreading, and puffing "yo y/n you alright?" "Yea just uhm nervous" "oh alright" shit that was hard.

just something, I'm not sure if the award thing was correct, I was just making it up as accurate as possible in the moment lmao

[klxudykai]

i live in my imagination

i realized this a few days ago but classic me, I avoided it. but that was until I made the "ugly side of shifting" post. so this is me coming to terms with the fact that I live in my imagination. its been like that for years but it hit way harder when i got into shifting. it was just something I did when I didn't want to be surrounded by the real world. but I realize that its become an unhealthy amount. I don't suffer from maladaptive daydreaming or anything (at least I dont think I do), but that doesn't mean its not affecting me mentally and even socially. I dont have the desire to hang out with my cr friends like that because I'm so used to my imagination. it makes me comfortable because I can made it however I wanted it to be. I can make the people say and do whatever. its part of the reason I don't really talk about my problems to people I'm close with too. they aren't going to tell me the stuff I want to hear or its going to end up being something I've heard already. i recently started saying that I like the way I do things. which is true. I like being in my own space dealing with my issues on my own because no one else would tell me what I need to hear.

and when the thought that it was becoming an unhealthy obsession hit me, I hated it. and I still do. I don't want to give up on something that has made me stable and happy for years, but I know that if I want to shift and also make a real bond with my cr, I have to. so that's why I'm making a post. this is one of those things I cant do alone or keep to myself because again, I like the way I handle things so if it was up to me, I would delete this blog and go back to daydreaming 24/7, but I actually want to shift. I'm hoping that with this post we'll hold each other accountable and remind each other to actually SHIFT instead of daydreaming all the time.

sadly I don't have a lot of ideas of how to minimize day dreaming because everything I do makes me day dream BUT we are cutting all fanfics out those only make our imaginations bigger and cause us to daydream. so DONT. start embracing your CR and do smth like go outside or paint or do a new mf hobby. avoid daydreaming as much as you can

i gave up on a lot of problem solving, but this is one I intend to actually fix. and I would love for y'all to do that with me. if you don't want to that's perfectly fine I wouldn't want anyone to feel forced, but if you know you can then do it. don't say nothing like "oh no I cant do it I give up" because that sets you back further. so please at least try

once again I love y'all so much, pls dm me if you have anything you wanna talk about and if you have anything you wanna ask my asks are open (if y'all can even see them cause on mobile its not showing up for me idk) but yea <33

(yes I double posted shhhh)

[shimmershy]

There's Only One Thing Left to Say, This Time (Undertale Fanfic)

New fanfic time! When I started writing this, I got the idea mostly because 1. I've been having trouble "moving on" from things in my own life recently and wanted to try processing it through fic and 2. it was the end of the school year for me and I had been saying a lot of goodbyes, so it felt thematically relevant. I wrote almost the entire thing impulsively at like three am a couple weeks ago and really impressed myself lol.

Chara Week Day 7: Free (I know it's over, but shhhh it still counts)

Summary:

You're having trouble saying goodbye, but the thing is that you don't have to! If you keep Resetting just before it's all over, you'll never have to be by yourself again. Right? You haven't known them long, and maybe they weren't super nice at the start, but they were there for you every step of the way. They listened to you and helped you when no one else would. You can't just let them disappear… You can't. ...But you can't keep doing this forever, Frisk. You have to let me go.

Characters: Chara and Frisk

Word count: 4,763 words

(Ao3 link in reblog!)

There's only one thing left to say this time,

I hope you're fine, goodbye.

– “Goodbye” by The Altogether

It isn’t until the third True Reset that I realize what this is all about, and when I do, I feel silly for not realizing it before.

I can still feel the way the bitterness worked its way under my skin the first time you brought everyone back. Which, is actually quite impressive on your part! Seeing as I don’t have skin anymore. I suppose it worked its way under your skin, then, because you wouldn’t stop apologizing to me in your head as you made your way through the Ruins. I should have been the one apologizing to you, Frisk. It’s no business of mine what you do with your own life, and you have no business feeling my emotions for me. This connection we have can be troubling, at times.

Still, it felt like a betrayal, and you offered me no explanation, so I could not understand.

I understood a little better when you decided to stay with Toriel for a while. Despite my obvious frustration and impatience, you sat and listened to her snail facts. You let her show you that bug-hunting spot she mentioned, and you spent time helping her run errands and letting her teach you how to cook. You even got to the point where she started giving you classes, as if you planned on staying. I assumed it was sentimentality, then. Perhaps there was something about the Underground that you didn’t want to leave behind. Maybe you weren’t ready to go back to living on the surface just yet. It’s not as if I could blame you for that one.

What I didn’t notice (and what I am noticing now), was how much attention you were giving me. And well, it’s not that I didn’t notice. I was just too busy being annoyed about it, and rightfully so. Can’t the narrator of your life narrate in peace? I do not care for superfluous conversation. And that’s not even the worst of it. Frisk, you should not be so casual about sharing control of your body, That’s like, the one thing you should never have to share. Sure, it happened one time, but I only stepped in because you were so afraid, and I didn’t even realize it was happening until it was me that the spears were getting shot at. That’s different. I will not take control of your body just to eat a slice of pie. Your pity for me is insulting.

What’s troubling is that it doesn't seem to be going away.

You take your first shivering step into Snowdin (for the fourth time, I can’t help but note) without so much as a glance behind you. This time, you left Toriel with no hesitation, and I know it’s because you know I didn’t want to stay. You’re not even trying to hide it. This is when I finally decide it’s time to confront you.

What are you doing? I ask.

“I’m…walking?” you respond, confused, through thoughts. Your boots crunch satisfyingly through the snow to prove your point. Crunch, crunch, crunch. I huff in frustration.

Frisk. Why do you keep Resetting?

This stops you (and your crunchy boots) in your tracks, and suddenly I can feel anxiety radiating off of you. You weren’t expecting me to ask you this directly.

When you don’t respond, I continue, a little bit of venom coating my words despite my best efforts. For the third time now, you have made it to the end, broken the barrier, only to start all over again. Do you not feel even the slightest bit of remorse?

“Of course I feel bad!” you’re quick to say, as if you’re surprised I would assume otherwise. “But…we’ll still get there again in the end; it’s not that big a deal.”

That’s a horrible excuse.

“Why’re you so angry about it?” Your voice comes out sharp in the frigid air.

Why are you so stubborn?

“What’re you even talking about?!”

You’re trying to delay the inevitable.

You’re about to debate me on that, too, in a defensive way rather than a genuinely angry way. But you stop, because you suddenly understand that I understand, and the anxiety returns. You continue walking after a brief hesitation.

Goodbyes are never easy, I say, as gently as I can. (It ends up sounding forced anyway.)

You ignore me, and I allow you to.

~~~

What are you going to do once you get back to the surface? Once you decide to stay?

You’ve made it to Waterfall at this point, having made it through Snowdin without much event. You’re getting a little tired of doing the same thing every time; I can tell, but you would never admit to it.

You kick a stone on the ground, watching as it disappears into the dark grass. “I dunno.” (“I dunno-”) (“-dunno-”)

Your own voice travels around you in echoes and fragments. You really shouldn’t talk out loud like this in the middle of all these echo flowers. Number one, it’s annoying, and that should be reason enough, but number two, you shouldn’t make a habit of talking out loud to the voice in your head at all. People are going to think you’re weird. And I mean, you’re already pretty weird, but do you really want the reputation of “the weird kid who talks to themself” stuck to you even after I’m gone?

I didn’t even realize you were listening to all that, but you flinch at that last part, not only mentally but physically too, and I try to ignore the fact that you’re proving my point.

I hum thoughtfully. You “don’t know”? That’s certainly an issue then, isn’t it?

You start to fidget with the hem of your sweater and return to talking to me through thoughts, much to my relief. “I just haven’t thought much about it.”

This is a lie. But I don’t point that out to you.

You’re in a part of Waterfall that you’ve never seen before. Admittedly, it’s not much different to the parts you have seen before, but the fact that it’s new at all is good enough for you. You’re trying to explore the area as much as you can this time around, because you’ve realized just how expansive Waterfall really is and the curiosity you came here with the first time still hasn’t left you. You’ve barely seen a fraction of the place, and you definitely won’t manage to see all of it, but you’re certainly going to try.

I might take this time to remind you that no matter how many times you’ve befriended her in the past, Undyne is still hunting you down in this timeline. So maybe taking the time to look at every blade of grass there is to look at isn’t the best idea. But whatever.

There are quite a few echo flowers growing in this area, as I mentioned before. It seems more secluded than the rest of the caverns that make up Waterfall, if that’s even possible. You can see the main path you usually walk from where you’re standing, separated from you by a large expanse of luminescent cyan water, and an overwhelming sense of calm washes over you. It’s like this is a little cove carved out just for you, safe from everything that may hurt you. It’s hard for me not to feel the same sense of calm. Whether it’s just the spilling over of your emotions or completely and entirely mine is hard to tell, but it doesn’t really matter.

Why don’t we sit here for a minute? I ask. You let out a breath and descend to the ground, hugging your knees and resting your head against the rough cavern walls without hesitation, as if you were waiting for me to say just that.

It’s nice to just be here, for me, with you, like this. Together. Your hands are intertwined in the way that I know means you’re trying to hold my hand, in whatever way you can. We look out at the stillness of the water, listening to the sound of rushing waterfalls in the distance. We both must be thinking about the same thing, now, because although I don’t agree with the Resets, I understand why you don’t want to leave, to some extent. Have you convinced me that you’re right? Have I felt this way the entire time and simply didn’t realize until now? I can’t say for certain. But I’m becoming increasingly aware of my own fear of reaching the end.

“Chara?” you say, voice cracking a little. The sound of my name spoken aloud and echoed around by the echo flowers startles me. “It’s just that…I really, really don’t wanna be by myself again.”

I feel tears pricking at your eyes. The honesty in your voice stings.

You won’t be by yourself, I try halfheartedly. Everyone will be up there with you.

You reposition to rest your head on your knees. “You know what I mean,” you whisper, and after a moment you say. “You’re not gonna be there.”

…Right. Of course.

That is the funny thing about good things, see. About journeys and stories. And lives. They end. Sometimes (always) too soon.

I do not know what I was expecting the first time you made it to the surface. What, was I just going to live inside your head forever? Would you want that? Would I? The strangest thing happened when you stepped over that threshold where the barrier once stood, when everyone else followed you out. I felt you pull away from me, and then I watched the back of your head as you walked out into the sun. It was a bit disorienting. I wasn’t seeing through your eyes anymore, I was just…there. Watching. Barely even there, because I couldn't feel you there justifying my existence anymore.

I don’t think there was a doubt in either of our minds about what that meant. As everyone else chatted in awe of how beautiful the sun was, you looked back at me (although I don’t think you really saw me, just the empty opening of the cave). There was confusion, or sadness, or panic on your face. I’ve never had to read your face from the outside before, what a funny thing to realize. Whatever emotion it was, it was enough to make you Reset. And then again, and again. It really was for my sake, then.

This makes me feel a strange mixture of things, but the feeling of guilt sticks out like a sore thumb. Frisk, I don’t want you to feel any sort of…obligation? Or anything? To keep me alive. I’ve been wanting to be dead for a long time.

It’s a lame attempt at humor to lighten the mood, but as soon as I think it, I realize how unfunny it sounds. It kind of stops being a joke when it’s true.

Still, you reply, “It’s not like that. You know that.”

You are making some awfully bold assumptions here, though they’re not entirely false. I’m inclined to ask, what is it like then? Would moving on with your life not be the best option here? Everything is going to work out for you. And, hey, you won’t even have to put up with an annoying ghost in your head anymore.

“What if I like the annoying ghost in my head?”

Well, then you’re weird. But we’ve already established that.

That gets a smile out of you. “See? You always make me feel better,” you think, and I want to roll my eyes at that. I want to remind you of all the times I made you feel worse rather than better, but I stay quiet for now.

“…Before I came here,” you start, eyes trained on the ground as you fidget with the grass there, “I was alone a lot. It wasn’t so bad, but…it wasn’t so good either.” You shrug one of your shoulders. “I dunno. I didn’t think about it much. I had to take care of myself, and there was never anyone there…to say it’d be okay, or to tell me dumb jokes, or just be there…y’know?”

Yeah. I do know.

…

“I kinda panicked when I left the Underground and you weren’t there. You were just…gone, and I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t even really mean to Reset, I just didn’t think, and I-“

You sigh.

“I just really care about you. You’re like my best friend, Chara- ‘N that’s what it’s like. It’s like saying goodbye to your best friend.”

Oh.

Ha ha. Yes, I really do know that, don’t I?

“Wait, augh. I-I probably shouldn’t’ve said it like that, I’m sorry-“

No, Frisk, there is no need to apologize. It is fine. It’s fine.

Your fingernails claw into the grass and the dirt beneath.

I know. I know what you mean. I really do.

I try not to think of my brother. I fail.

I did not think you would care so much. It’s- (stupid), I want to say, but you are not stupid. (See, caring about me always gets people hurt), I want to say, but that’s not your fault. (What did you expect?), I want to say. (I don’t believe you), I want to say. (I don’t understand you), I want to say. I can’t- I can’t say any of that. I can’t say anything to you, right now.

You- you nod, a little concerned, but you give me space. You bring your hands together again and gaze out at the water again for a minute. Then, finally, you decide to continue onwards. You have a fish monster to face.

~~~

Being here doesn’t get easier, no matter how prepared I am after each Reset. The grey, achromatic walls and floors. The feeling of despair in the air. The stillness. It directly contrasts my memories of warmth and color and love in this home. It reminds me too much of dust.

I stay quiet as you kneel in front of the save star. It glows in a steady, consistent way, light flowing out from the center and disintegrating at the edges. A comforting feeling washes over you, as it always does, and you step into the house.

It’s as lonely as ever. You should just get this over with. The monsters that are always here to greet you at this phase of your journey stop you on your way to the kitchen.

“A long time ago, a human fell into the Ruins,” one of the Froggits begins. You stand there with your hands clasped together and listen politely, as you always do. I put up a mental barrier between myself and the world and try not to listen, as I always do.

The key on the kitchen countertop glints in the other room. You wait for the Froggits to finish speaking before grabbing it and returning to the hallway. You make your way to the far end of the hall to grab the second key, too, before entering my old room.

You open the gift boxes and take the locket and dagger out without a word. I relish the familiar weight around your neck as you reach back to fasten the locket’s clasp. It helps me find the words I want to say.

Frisk. I don’t want to keep doing this.

You’re surprised to hear me speak, but you listen.

What we talked about earlier… It’s not that I don’t want to stay. I think…you’ve helped me a lot too. And I’m really glad I met you. I’m just tired of feeling stuck in the past. A part of me…wants that, but. It hurts, being here but not being able to do anything. To fix anything.

Plus, I mean. You!! The barrier’s broken thanks to you! You and…Asriel, of course. At least, it will be. Again. It’s… I’m glad it worked out in the end. Even if it took a really long time.

I wish things could be different. I wish I could stay, at least a little longer, but I don’t want to take this away from them. Or from you. I made my choice a long time ago, and this is already more than I deserve.

…

Are you…crying?

You’re holding your arms around yourself, as well. What is this???

“A hug,” you say through thoughts, sniffling.

Oh.

“I’m sorry for making you feel like that.”

It’s not your fault.

“I shouldn’t’ve kept Resetting, though. I knew it upset you the first time…”

I understand why you did it now, though. It’s okay, really.

“Okay…”

You rub your eyes with your sleeve and stand up, giving yourself a self-assured nod.

“Don’t worry. This will be the last time.”

~~~

When it’s time to fight Asriel, we’re both filled with determination. The nothingness surrounding us erupts in color and light, illuminated by kaleidoscopic starbeams and glimmering stardust. Attacks rain down on you from above, and you weave your body between them masterfully. You can’t evade them all, but I’m there cheering you on. A blast from Shocker Breaker shatters your soul; I reach out to press the pieces back together. But it refused!

Asriel floats above you, smirking with confidence in his power. You aren’t afraid of him anymore. You know all too well what he’s capable of, but you know him better now than you did when you first encountered him, just a human and a flower with a million untold secrets between them. He’d laid all his puzzle pieces out before you, and you can’t help but see the whole painful picture before you now. He’s stuck in a cycle, much like you but nothing like you at all. You’re going to help him bring it to an end. (Once and for all.)

The attacks keep coming, but you persist. You reach out to your friends within Asriel’s soul and remind them of who they are. Undyne, whom you admire for her enthusiasm and sense of justice. Alphys, whose intelligence and desire to do better inspire you. Papyrus, whom you enjoy hanging out with for his optimism and dedication. Sans, who tells you jokes that make you laugh and whose laid-back attitude puts you at ease. Toriel, who cares for you as her own child and made you feel safe when you first found yourself in this unfamiliar place. Asgore, whose presence is both comforting and sad, knowing of the difficult decisions he’s had to make in his life. Once you’ve reached out to all your friends, there’s only one thing left to do.

It seems that there’s still one last person that needs to be saved.

So you reach out to Asriel. And I do, too. He’s not the same as he was all those years ago, when we were just two kids playing in a muddy flower garden, and neither am I. But it’s still him, despite everything. He resists…and he’s still crying out to you as if you’re me. It hurts. I watch him do this every time, desperately latch on to the belief that I’m not really gone, and the ironic thing is that I have been here the whole time.

“I’m not ready for this to end,” he says, confident façade cracking.

It ended a long time ago.

“I’m not ready for you to leave,” he says.

I know.

“I’m not ready to say goodbye to someone like you again…”

…

“So, please…” His voice shakes, laced with despair. “Stop doing this… And just let me win!!!”

He raises his arms and summons all his magic for one final attack. Your vision is overwhelmed with color as the blast hits you, and you barely register the way he screams at you to stop holding on as your HP drops, with each passing second, to an impossibly low number. But it never reaches zero. You don’t die; your soul doesn’t shatter, because you’ve made it this far and you’re not about to give up now.

Finally, the world grows silent as the sound of magic rushing past your ears subsides. You’re exhausted, though Asriel is barely even paying attention to you anymore. He closes his eyes. Suddenly he seems so small inside his godlike form, too small to really be the Absolute God of HYPERDEATH.

“I’m so alone, Chara…” he says. “I’m so afraid…” They’re echoes of words I’ve already heard him say three times before, but they feel like acid nonetheless because it’s my fault and I’m the reason he’s like this, but you firmly tell me that it’s not. I don’t know if I can believe you, but I lean into you and try not to say anything more.

…

The world fades to black, and Asriel stands before you, looking the way I remember him once again. He’s covering his face, wiping away his tears and probably trying to hide the fact that he’s crying, too. He always was a crybaby, wasn’t he?

“I always was a crybaby, wasn’t I, Chara?”

Ha. Indeed.

He pauses for a moment, a thoughtful expression on his face. “…I know. You’re not actually Chara, are you? Chara’s been gone for a long time.”

You open your mouth to protest, but… Come on, Frisk, I can’t do that to him. Not after all that.

“But… Are you sure?”

I’m not… I am not here to stay. It would be a mistake to get his hopes up.

You twist your fingers together, disappointed, but you close your mouth anyway.

I’m only half-listening as he continues, asking for your name (which you have given him three times already) and apologizing for his actions. This is the last time I’m going to see him, is it not? He will break the barrier, and then you will go to the surface with everyone else. And I… Well, I don’t actually know what will happen to me. I won’t be able to come with you. I know that, at the very least. It looks like it might really be the end for me. I don’t know how to feel about that.

You tell him you forgive him, as you do every time. It seems only fair to you, after everything he’s gone through. A part of you understands him, even though most of you doesn’t, and you hope the knowledge that somebody in the universe forgives him gives him some solace. He smiles at you sadly.

He can’t stay, he tells you. With a deep breath, he closes his eyes in concentration. The human souls gather around him as he rises into the air, hovering around him in a circle, and the monster souls follow suit, glowing in the darkness. With the combined power of the human souls and every monster soul in the Underground, each pulsing with the same desire…the barrier is finally broken.

It’s over. There’s a weighty sense of resolution to it now. I don’t want you to Reset again. I know you won’t.

I stare at Asriel through your eyes as he lowers to the ground again, head tilted down, eyes closed. He looks so tired. He tells you that he needs to go, that you should go be with the people that care about you. You should just forget about him, he says. As if that would be possible.

Every word feels like a countdown, and I want to do something, but I can’t move. I need him to forget about me. I can’t be here messing everything up. I don’t…want him to forget me. But I don’t want him to hurt remembering me. I don’t want to stay here… I don’t want to go.

You hug Asriel. To my surprise, your arms tighten around him as you allow me to slip into control. “Just for a minute,” you think. The feeling of warmth and his sweater under my fingers and my chin on his shoulder hits me so suddenly that I can’t stop my tears from running down your face. I relax into the hug, though. I close my eyes and try to forget where we are and what we’ve been through. I don’t want to let go…

When he finally pulls away, he gives me a weird look, but it’s gone in a moment.

“I’ll miss you,” I say without thinking.

He laughs. “Please don’t.”

And just like that, he’s gone again.

“You okay?” you ask as you slip back into control. Your presence is comforting beside mine in your mind.

I am, I say. Yeah.

~~~

Outside, clouds drift lazily across the sky, a beautiful gradient from lilac to yellow to frame the setting sun. Over the edge of the mountainside, you can just barely see the tops of trees stretching out into the distance, leaves tousling gently in the breeze. Tall buildings silhouette the sky on one side, and on the other, more mountains.

The light streams in through the exit to the Underground, of which you stand behind. One of your hands is cupped over the other in front of you, and you run your fingertips over the knuckles absently. You have been standing here for a while, hesitant.

Congratulations, partner, I start in an attempt to ease the tension, you’ve saved everyone once again.

“We did,” you correct. “And Asriel.”

Of course. And now, think about it. Everyone is free for real. They can see the sun, the sky, the stars… There’s a whole future ahead of them. And you get to be a part of it. That’s amazing, is it not?

“Mhm…”

You could stay with Mom. She would make you breakfast in the morning, read you bedtime stories at night. I bet Undyne would be willing to teach you some sick fighting moves. Anime nights with Alphys.

“I could hang out with Sans and Papyrus.”

Yeah! You could learn how to make music with Napstablook. That might be fun. And Mettaton might need some help becoming a star on the surface, too.

You giggle. “I think he’s got that covered.”

Maybe. I smile along with you. But, aren’t you excited? Not everything will be easy, but you have so many people supporting you.

“I know…” You sigh through your nose. “You deserve all that too, though; it’s not fair.”

Hey. The lilac is disintegrating from the sky, fading into a deep orange. Some of the wind makes it into the cave, crisp air whistling through the doorway and cooling your skin. Hey, you know what? It’s worth it. It’s okay.

I think there are tears in your eyes again. Come on, please don’t cry.

I can’t stay here forever. I’m already overstaying my welcome, being dead and all. I was supposed to be gone a long time ago, but…I got to meet you by some miracle, and that makes it all worth it, I think. Even if I can’t stay.

“Charaaa…”

I laugh a little. Don’t worry about me, Frisk. Really. I couldn’t have asked for anything more.

You hug yourself- “Hug you,” you correct. Oh. Okay. You hug me, and I, try to hug you back? It’s a little bit awkward, but I appreciate it all the same. The emotional vulnerability is starting to make me uncomfortable, but I need you to know I care about you. I know you’ll be okay.

Ha ha, this goodbye stuff is pretty hard, huh?

“Goodbye,” you say simply, with a teasing smile.

Oh, not so hard for you, it seems. Well then, “goodbye” to you, too.

I pause. …And good luck out there, partner. I think Asriel said it best: take care of everyone for me, okay? Even him.

You nod and give me a shaky little thumbs up. That’s the spirit! (Pun always intended.)

With a glance over to the others, who are in the other room, chatting amongst themselves and waiting for you, you decide you’re finally ready to go. You let everyone know, and the excitement in the room is palpable as you all make your way to the exit. They make a fuss out of you, ruffling your hair and smiling back at you. You let them leave first, and then at last, you step over the threshold yourself. I feel our connection sever.

And then I’m watching the back of your head as you walk away again. Before you reach the others though, you turn around to give me a small wave.

That’s it, I guess… I can’t exactly wave back, but I wish you well and thank you for everything. Together, you and I allow time to continue on.

[etherfall]

What does N call Alder? I think a cute fanfic idea would be the first time he calls Alder his dad, whether it's to his face or like, "my dad told me..."

I've got a little story just for this moment, hope you enjoy!

“Alder!”

Alder, who was sitting at the front entrance to their home, turned his head at the sound to see N excitedly bounding across the grass with his poncho trailing behind him. 

It had been a few months since he first found N in the woods. To Alder’s delight he was adjusting very well, and was now incredibly comfortable being in his home. For the first few weeks N didn’t speak. Alder was initially worried that his critical period for language learning had passed, but N was very smart and quickly picked up English.

N’s old shirt and pants had been replaced with a cream-colored poncho embroidered with gold lace that Alder had spent all night painstakingly sewing. Although he had lost many nights of sleep, it was worth it to see N’s smile of happiness as he slipped the new poncho across his shoulders. It felt good to be taking care of somebody again.

N stumbled to a stop, panting as he caught his breath. Alder let out a chuckle, amused.

“Slow down there N, what happened?”

N tugged on his hand excitedly. “Alder you have to see this!”

Alder stood up from the front steps of the house and let N lead him into the forest. “Where are we going? You still haven’t told me what’s happening.”

“Shhhh!” N said, hushing him. Alder smiled and closed his lips, letting the boy lead him deeper into the woods.

When they had gotten a good distance from the house N suddenly crouched down, pulling Alder into the bushes with him. He pointed into the brambles, wide-eyed and awed. 

“Look!”

Alder squinted, trying to see what N was pointing at. His eyesight had definitely waned over the years, but he eventually made out the figure of a Sawsbuck who was followed by a group of Deerling. 

It was truly a sight to behold. The great Sawsbuck held itself majestically, blinking slowly as it turned its head. The dapple of soft forest light scattered across its brown fur in a beautiful display of pattern. It would have blended in perfectly with the surrounding trees if not for the crowd of bright pink spring Deerling that were bouncing back and forth at its feet. Alder let out a breath of deep admiration. It was always a breathtaking scene to see such a beautiful creature in the wild.

The Sawsbuck dipped its head to calm the excited group of Deerling, nuzzling one softly with its nose. The Deerling wiggled its tail, letting out a happy bleat of excitement. The Sawsbuck lifted itself up regally and began to trot away into the woods, with the Deerling following behind. Soon they disappeared into the thick tangle of the forest.

Alder was beaming. The Sawsbuck was a great surprise to see. When they were both sure the pokemon were gone, Alder stood up and brushed the dirt off of his pants.

“That was a really beautiful thing you found, N. Did you see all those Deerling? That Sawsbuck is one busy dad.” He said with a chuckle.

N stood up as well, his expression of awe shifting to one of confusion.

“Wait, what’s a dad?” He asked, puzzled.

Alder silently face-palmed himself. He had completely forgotten that N had a very different upbringing than other people. He racked his brain for a quick explanation.

“Err…well I suppose you could say that a dad is a parent who raises you and cares for you.”

Alder gestured towards the forest where the Sawsbuck had disappeared. 

“That Sawsbuck we just saw is the dad to all those young Deerling. He cares for them and makes sure that they are all safe.”

Alder could see the gears in N’s head turning. He tried to clarify it a little more.

“Pretty much everyone has a dad, and their job is to look out for you as you grow up. Whether that be, let's say, making you food or teaching you how the world works. A dad doesn’t have to be related to you by blood, but he should be there to support you.”

N brightened in understanding, then turned his head to look at Alder. 

“Wait, that means that I should call you dad!”

Alder paused, stunned by the sudden response. “I…what?”

“Well you made me dinner every day, you gave me a home when it was raining, and you made me new clothes!” He said, excitedly lifting up an arm to show off the poncho. “You taught me about things I didn’t know and took care of me.”

N nodded to himself, beaming, oblivious to the fact that he was making Alder melt with happiness. He turned his head back towards the forest, looking out at where the pokemon had disappeared. A small smile hung on his lips.

“If you say that everyone has a dad, then you must be mine.” He murmured, tilting his head to look at Alder. “Right?”

Alder felt his heart twist. A complicated feeling of delight and sadness tore cruelly at his heartstrings.

“Oh N… A dad can be anyone, as long as you believe they care for you enough.”

N wrapped his arms around Alder’s waist, repeating the word a few more times, before burying his head into the folds of Alder’s poncho with a soft smile on his face.

“I like that. I think that I will call you dad.”

Alder felt as if he might start bawling. He tucked one hand around N’s shoulders, pulling him close. He pressed his other hand against his heart, turning his head to look down at N, trying to capture the moment forever in his mind.

“You can call me whatever you want N, but I feel very honored that you would choose to call me your dad.”

They stood together in the embrace, basking in the warm evening light. Alder turned his head away, feeling his heart flip with so many complicated emotions that had been dormant for years. He didn’t know if N knew the weight of the words that he had just said, but all he hoped for in the moment was that N was feeling comforted and loved. After a while Alder gently let go of N, giving him a bright smile.

“It’s starting to get late. Let’s head home now, son.”

N looked confused again. “Son? What’s a son?”

Alder laughed, ruffling N’s hair before gently taking his hand and leading him out of the bushes towards their house. The fading tendrils of the afternoon sun danced across their ponchos as they made their way through the woods together.

“That’s a name that I would call you N, the person whom the dad loves and cares for the most.”

[jrooc]

🍁Weekly Tag Wednesday- Sweata Weatha Edition👻

(shhhh it's still Wednesday 🤫 ) Welcome to this fake magical Wednesday✨ It's a Fall edition. So grab your fave hot drink and settle in.

Name: Jess

Location: Canada, suddenly realizing what day it is

Favourite season: Funny I should ask, its fall! 🍁

Favourite hot drink: Coffee but I love a Hot Toddy or some Mulled Wine

Pumpkin: Yay! 🎃 or No 😔

If no? Another fall flavour you prefer:

If yes? What is your favourite pumpkin treat: All of it. Love Pumpkin pie, PSL's, pumpkin bread. Pumpkin in oatmeal. Love. Gimme.

Favourite Fall activity: Reading under a cozy blanket or going for walks to see the leaves

Favourite Fall Movie or Show: Practical Magic or Gilmore Girls

Fave Fall Fanfic: Book U-Up by @notherenewjersey (it's published now) (Go buy it or here is the podfic)

Fave outfit: Sweaters! Anything cozy

Do the leaves change where you are in the world? Yes 🍁

What are you most looking forward to in the next couple of months: Been a weird week... not sure? Maybe some vacation in October.

What's your one hope for Fall? Some smooth sailing. I could use some calm in my life.

*Sorry to anyone who isn't in Fall!! Swap out your answers for your current season! I see I tagged like 7 of you 😂 do it anyways 🙏

Tags below the cut but if you see this! Do it!

@deedala @energievie @spookygingerr @michellemisfit @celestialmickey

@gallapiech @roryonic @palepinkgoat @darlingian @gallawitchxx

@mickeysgaymom @gallavichsuperfan @heymrspatel @such-a-barbarian @crestfallercanyon

@creepkinginc @ian-galagher @transmurderbug @transmickey @guinguin1984

@blue-disco-lights @stocious @sgtmickeyslaughter @bawlbrayker @wehangout

@too-schoolforcool @suzy-queued @deathclassic @whatthebodygraspsnot @francesrose3

@mybrainismelted @spoonfulstar @look-i-love-u @rereadanon @thepupperino

@runawaybrainsc @burninface @andthatisnotfake @kiennilove @annarowyn

@takeyourpillsbitchh @sam-loves-seb @samantitheos @mmmichyyy @vintagelacerosette

@transsexual-dandelions @gallavichgeek @ms-moonlight-inn @bawlbrayker

If you see I missed anyone tag 'em in!

[memzyyy]

hi me again the girly who is going crazy over tom like you said in the last post :)

so I was wondering

2010 tom public sex

likee in the mall restrooms or something i do not know just PUBLIC SEX.

and the female reader tries to stay quiet but fails 🫢

I AM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG. I HAD A DREAM WHERE I CHECKED MY TUMBLR AND HAD NO REQUESTS AND MY STUPID BEING BELIEVED IT😭

here’s your smut bbg💀

2010 tom k public sex fanfic (i will find who you are)

I DON’T CONDONE PUBLIC SEX AT ALL!!! it’s very disrespectful to the people what are around you (esp if your loud). it should be behind closed doors in your bedroom!!!!!! doing in public is very trampy. it’s only hot if it’s fictional so don’t do it. Thank you!

i’m skipping the fucking storyline i hate porn with plot with the entire fibre of my being.

if it’s bad i’m not taking responsibility. i’ve had a few drinks.

NSFW DOWN BELOW

“Tom—“ you try protest, but his lips lock with yours into a kiss; silencing your pleas to go home and do this! i mean, sex in a shop (mall if you must) restroom? you gotta be outta your mind!

his large hands run up your waist to your back before he unclasps your bra, it falling to the floor with a clud (did i have to drop my bra in order to know what sound it makes? absolutely😭) before he began pulling your panties to the side, too needy to take them off.

His lips against yours almost made you forget that you were in a toilet stall before a couple of men came past laughing to go to the men’s restroom before you snapped back into reality.

You place your hand upon his abdomen in a futile attempt to stop him from taking you in public; “what’s wrong Mein Häschen?” he had spoken, “shouldn’t we wait until we get home?” you had spoken to him, voice quiet making sure if anyone was in the bathroom they wouldn’t hear you.

“no one will find us, Prinzessin. I promise this will be fun! c’mon..” he spoke, neediness in his tone, his hands finding its way to your thighs rubbing it up and down before making it to your slick arousal “i’m just nervous.. i’ve never done something like this before..” you spoke with a soft voice, he never would put you in a bad situation!! he slid his cock in between your folds, teasing you.

“Tom please.” you cried with desperation, “what honey? tell me what you need.” “i need you…please.” “i’m gonna need more specifics…. don’t be shy, use your words.” you hesitated, your lip finding its way into the middle of your teeth before you spoke; “your cock, Tom… i need your cock so fuckin’ bad..”

“Braves Mädchen.” Tom whispered before he places his hands on your hips as he pushes the head of his cock inside of your pussy; “gonna make you feel reaaaal good..” he says before his cock hit right up against your sweet spot, making you moan.

“T-Tom-“ “shhhh, just enjoy it…” his dick pounding into your cunt, admiring how his dick slid so perfectly into you as you tried muffling your moans but you just couldn’t :( his cock was just bullying itself in all the right places!!!!

“f-fuck… give me more of that cock…” you moaned loudly “Atta girl.” as he pounded himself more into your sopping cunt, his balls hitting your clit so good !!!! <3

you moaned without a care in the world, anyone could hear what was happening inside of that restroom, or the restroom. (your very loud).

his thick dick fucks into into your walls, driving you to cum quickly. as you moaned about how good your upper thighs moved with the impact of his hips.

as his fingers began to play with your sensitive nub you came around his big cock, tightening deliciously around his dick which pushed him to cum too, pulling out and landing his load into your panties.

“Good Girl.”

(you got into trouble with the shop owner after)

Don’t judge my bad german😔

@1sjsoul

Mein Häschen - My Bunny

Prinzessin - Princess

Braves Mädchen - good girl

[kissorkill16]

I'll Keep You: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Mr. Peterson doesn't think Nicky should be let go.

Nicky woke up on a makeshift bed, and the first thing he noticed was the large room and chalk drawn windows.

Of course, he started panicking.

He remembered being chased by Mr. Peterson down a long, wooden hallway and the dead end of a locked door with three different padlocks. He didn't even know he needed keys to open those doors.

That's all he remembered before everything went dark.

He saw a shadow coming from a corner of the room, and he looked to see Mr. Peterson's hulking figure. The man looked absolutely terrifying, but maybe that was just because of the lack of light in the room.

Mr. Peterson smiled menacingly at Nicky, making him shrink back into the wall.

"Hello, neighbor.", said Mr. Peterson. "I guess you've finally decided to join me.", he paused for a moment, "I was afraid I'd hit you so hard you'd never wake up."

The man moved closer to Nicky, and Nicky curled in on himself even more. Mr. Peterson let out a soft, rumbling laugh. It wasn't like his usual booming, earthquaking laugh that makes your eardrums pop. This one was just...soft, almost condescending.

"I finally have you...", he almost growled, "After months of you coming into my house uninvited, stealing my things, intruding in on my private activities, grabbing anything you could find to prove to anyone and everyone that I was a loose cannon,...I finally have you in my clutches."

"Oh God...", thought Nicky, "What's he going to do to me?"

He tried calming down. Maybe he wasn't going to do anything, maybe he'll just call his parents and send him on his way. Nicky wanted to believe that. Maybe Mr. Peterson isn't so off his rocker after all. He let out a nervous laugh.

"Yeah, you're right. I'm trapped.", he said, his voice a little more high pitched than he'd like it to be. "Look, I apologize for the abrupt visit, but I really needed to see Aaron. I'm sure he's been missing me."

"Oh, he definitely has, Nicky."

Nicky nodded, "Yeah, I thought so. But I can see he's not home right now, so I guess you can just unlock the door and I'll be on my way."

Mr. Peterson sighed and slowly shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Nicholas. I'm afraid I can't do that."

All of the blood flowing through Nicky's body seemed to stop in its tracks. Did Mr. Peterson seriously say he wasn't going to let Nicky go?

"W-What?", said the boy.

Mr. Peterson bent over and looked at Nicky with darkened, green eyes. "Nicholas, don't you know that it's rude to break into another person's house? Hm?", he said, "Of course, everyone kept telling you to just leave me alone and just give up, but it seems as though you didn't listen."

"Mr. Peterson, please, I -"

The man didn't listen, he just raised his hand up and Nicky stopped talking. "Now now, dear. You're here now and we both know that I can't just let you walk away. Otherwise you won't learn your lesson."

Nicky slowly stood up, shaking his head at lightning speed. "No! Please let me go!"

"Naughty children like you need a proper punishment so you learn your lesson, and I know exactly how I can ensure you that you won't be such a bad child again.", said the man, a creepy smile starting to spread on his face. "Aaron has been feeling a bit lonely for quite some time now, and I thought he could use a friend. And since you're here, I thought you'd be the perfect candidate."

Without thinking, Nicky kicked Mr. Peterson in the stomach and started running towards the door. He was about to turn the knob, but he felt the blood drain from his body and the hairs on his arms stand.

The door was locked.

He started hyperventilating, then he felt Mr. Peterson pull him backwards into his chest and clasp a hand over his mouth, muffling his screams.

Nicky scratched at Mr. Peterson's arm, but the man wouldn't budge. Then he felt a sharp needle go through his neck, and he slowly started falling asleep.

"Shhhh....", he heard Mr. Peterson whisper as he rubbed his head to tire him out more. "Go to sleep."

That was the last thing Nicky heard before everything went dark.

[lizaluvsthis]

Fanfics that I made arts / animatics for!

The Tyrant and The Slave by Rabbitdemon-

How bad can I be?

Doodle Chapter 5 (with also shay's)

Drunken boys (a lil bit- warning?)

The Red String by donttellsilver/Caramella314-

Chapter art dedication.

Meme Swap by Shygirl4991

Animatic + Beeg n Eggdog

Beeg and Eggdog

The Next Step/Next Step with You by Shygirl4991-

Doodle - Chapter 2 [OLD]

(Reboot) Cover art

Prologue - Tango Scene

Split into Threes and Six splits for Fours by Shygirl4991 with B-r-i-n-g-x

HeadSpate Duo

The Dynamic Trio

Chapter 3 - Heart 3

Pan trio Casino Spy Rizz Outfits

Liz Doodles

Pan Trios wearing dresses

Book Three teaches 12 year old ‽ geometry

Why does spade blush alot?

For Book three simps

Producer 4 art request by Shay

Spade 3 x Del 4 - BLACKROM

Spade Three and Ringmaster Four - Explosive-Media duo!

Book and parent watching over the chaotics

Heart comforts Producer

Brewing Romance but its the Three splits

BR Spade three - Hair up

Art sketch for Six Splits

How Parent and Ringmaster react to Aster's appearance

Two Spades + Shay's reaction

Chapter 5 - SAVE HIM...

Ringmaster 4!

800 Reads Special Video!

Ask the Splits! Event 2/2

He's the Prince and I'm an Ogre by b-r-i-n-g-x

Sunset Scene

Night time break out

Arrow Scene

Donkey Mario

Prince Four gets carried by Three

The Wedding Scene

Shrek 2 - Human Three

The guy who tried to kill you by b-r-i-n-g-x

Animatic - 505

MistleToe Wars by Shygirl4991 (Christmas special 2023)

Mario took a picture

Trapped in a Bleaky Winter by Shygirl4991 with Lizaluvsthis

Cover art + fic

Snuffled in the blanket

Azure Potion by Shygirl4991

Cover art

Chapter 2 - Drinking the truth

Her beauty like the stars by Shygirl4991

Liz doodles - pan trios and the yuri

Do NOT hug SMG4 nor even Three

THOU SHALL NOT STEAL MY SMG4!

Giving cute horror plushies!

Brewing Romance but it's Yuri?

The chains of a fragile soul by Shygirl4991 with b-r-i-n-g-x

Tagster crimes

Crusty Wig...

You dont know anything... shhhh

Liz doodles - Aster and SMG3 (formal attire)

Bringx birthday - Aster

A Corsair FreeBooter by AnartisticalNiche

Comic 1/1 - meeting...

Four in a life and death situation

Liz doodles - doodle gift

Birthday art of the Gay Pirates!

PROJECTSV123 by b-r-i-n-g-x and Shay

Casino Outfits - Tango

Official Casino Outfit Designs

The Four collaborators!

Thank you for 100 followers!

Fem!SV3 and Fem!SV4

Sv3 staring at Sv4

Happy Pride Month Crew!

Happy late Pride Month Assistants!

A never-happy Ending... (What-if) 1/2

A never-happy Ending... (What-if) 2/2

"Sv4...?" (What-if)

The smell of Oranges...

Liz Doodles

Story one: Your Guardian (Illustrations)

[shyday-ao3]

some Ripper Street fanfic. an attempt to defeat a wicked case of writer's block and an excuse as always to whump on edmund reid. 1000 random words from the first half of S5.

He's adrift when Jackson finds him, floating on a sea of pain. He knows not how long he's been back here. For a moment he's not even certain where exactly here is.

"Reid, you in h– Christ, what's the matter with you?"

"What… nggh… Jackson?" The space reorients with a shuffling of boots and someone crouching above him; he's lying on his side on the floor. Slowly the rest of the wardrobe colors its shadows in around him, marceline skirts and taffeta dresses sitting silent sentries on their hangers. The ghosts of greasepaint and old wood in the air. His head throbs incessantly to the beat of his heart.

"Talk to me, Reid. What goes on?"

The captain is too close, too loud. Smelling too much of gin. Reid swallows down the nausea rising in his throat as he attempts to push himself up. He doesn't get nearly as far as he'd intended to before the pain smacks him back down. A groan escapes as he buries his face in an arm, working to convince himself that he's not about to vomit on the American's shoes.

"Head…" he manages, though it's muffled somewhat by his sleeve.

A rush of air as Jackson stands. "Yeah, okay. You hold on. I'll be right back."

The squeak of the door hinges and a catch as it settles into its frame, silence descending once more. His pulse echoes loud in his ears. There isn't time to wonder where the captain's gone before he's returned. Light forces its way into the small room behind him.

"Still with me?"

"Shhhh…" Reid tries.

"This should help. I raided the ice box."

He's not a man who believes in miracles, but it's the word that comes first to mind when Jackson holds the cloth bundle to the back of his head. His relief is audible. For just a moment, the pain breaks.

"Mimi said you weren't looking so hot when she saw you. She wasn't lying."

He doesn't remember seeing Miss Morton. Doesn't remember coming in here. Just the headache settling in, slowly and eventually undeniable. Reid makes a noncommittal noise. Doesn't lift his head.

"This still happen a lot?" Jackson asks.

"No." Even at a mumble, the words rattle through his skull. "Haven't been sleeping," he admits. Over the years it has remained as a trigger for the pain.

"Yeah, there's a lot of that going around." The captain shifts beside him. "We'll get him, Reid. You just gotta be patient."

"Hmm…" He doesn't have the surfeit of energy to argue. But it feels as if they've been holed up here for months at this point. And how is he to be patient when Bennet Drake's murderer still roams the streets with impunity? It seems they do nothing but waste time.

A worry now intrudes, and he struggles to sit up even as the nausea swells. "What time is it?"

A hand on his arm. "Nearly midnight," Jaskson says, hauling him mostly upright. Even seated, he wavers.

Vertigo spins his thoughts. "Mathilda…" Good lord, his head. "I must… must go see if… the candle…"

"Whoa there. What say you give it a minute –"

Fingertips pressing so hard against the bridge of his nose that it feels as if there must already be a bruise. "My daughter, Captain…"

"And I ain't suggesting you abandon her. Merely that you pause in your mission until such time as you can sit up unaided."

He scowls around his hand. "And if it were your boy? Signaling and… waiting for you to come?"

"Don't bring my boy into this, Reid."

No, of course not. He can't think. Jackson pushes the bundle of ice into his other hand, and Reid brings it up to the back of his head again. It helps little, but it's better than nothing at all. It makes no difference that Mathilda has not lit her candle these past few days; he cannot bear the thought of her reaching out for him and he not being there to answer. He has failed her enough in this lifetime. There is no choice. He must go.

But equilibrium it would seem has other plans, and his feeble attempt to stand leaves him right back on the floor where he'd started. Reid moans through his teeth as Jackson settles on the wooden planks beside him. Gathering himself, he tries again. The result is the same, though this time his stomach rebels and he gags before he can get himself under control. His head pounds against the inside of his skull.

The captain returns the dropped ice without a word.

They sit like this for a while, only their breathing and the sounds of the old playhouse shifting about them. His deficiencies as a father whispering up from the floor boards. Jackson lights a cigarette, the smoke folding and curling about the cramped space. Reid coughs, groans aloud.

His American sighs through his nose. "Fine. I'll look in on your girl. Have to go out anyway, if you want something for that headache." Reid thinks to protest. "Or I could just wake Mimi up, see if she's got anything in the way of pain relief. Up to you."

"I believe we've… imposed on Miss Morton quite enough already." It's a murmur; he has no inclination to force it louder. "Your… your offer is appreciated, Captain."

Jackson grinds out the cigarette on the boards beside him, moves as if he's about to get up. "Come on. I'll see you to your bunk before I go."

The nausea has not yet abated. And there seems little use of trading one bed on the floor for another. "I prefer to remain here."

The captain shrugs. "Suit yourself. I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Take care. And thank you."

"Sure, Reid."

Closing the door behind him, his American leaves him to the dark. Reid tips sideways until he's again lying on the floor, closes his eyes. The melting ice hums its spurious song of solace.