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HEADCANONS

aventurine and a teenaged reader (platonic)

aventurine and a nameless reader

argenti and jing yuan after an argument

dating aventurine and robin

SCENARIOS/DRABBLES

dreampeek calls: argenti

dreampeek calls: jingliu

ONESHOTS

...nothing yet!

[helldustedstories]

Okay, but the parallels between Just Look My Way and

All 2 U

And this is just the most obvious of them; there are definitely more, which I'll probably get into when I do my song analysis.

[star-quill]

okay but that necklace blurb 😩🫶 I could totally see Peter wanting to tease you in public and giving you like a sucker/candy/popsicle to placate you and get you to stay quiet 😵‍💫

bouncing off the walls going rabid rn!!!!!!

oK but like you and him aren't together together yet like you're seeing him in secret still. you're both at a birthday party for one of your neighbours kids, which to the both of you as adults, is extremely boring. so you try and find something to do, you try and talk to him when nobody is really paying attention. you're practically begging him to take you home and fuck you but he's being an asshole, saying you have to stay out of respect for the family who invited you. you just roll your eyes and go inside to the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it up with water. you don't notice peter's come inside too until he's leaning on the counter beside the sink.

"you're being extra needy today.. what's gotten into you, hm?"

"nothing.."

"must be somethin' if you're asking me to take you home and fuck you.. and not just that, doing it in earshot of our neighbours.."

"i said.. it's nothing.."

"alright.."

he just winked at you and walked away. next time you saw him, he was sitting by the pool, legs dangling and his shirt was off. and there in full view, glistening in the sun was the damn dog tag necklace. that motherfucker.

you walked over to him and sat down, nudging his ankle with your foot, making him glance over at you.

"mmhm?"

"peter.. please.."

"what's wrong, baby?"

sarcasm laced his words and you were just getting so frustrated. you just whined, hand slamming onto the space of tiling between the two of you. peter just got up and walked away, turning to you when you got up and followed him. he stood by the freezer box by the kitchen door and opened it, pulling out a popsicle and handing it to you.

"you want somethin' in your mouth that badly? here.. have this.."

he was really starting to get on your nerves now, but, god, if you weren't so fucking turned on right now you'd have slapped him across the face. he went back to the pool and sat down, legs dangling in the water once again. he closed his eyes and threw his head back, the sun hitting his face just perfectly. you took this opportunity to get him back, walking over to the pool and sitting down, directly opposite him. you gently kicked the water a few times until it splashed his knee. he looked down but caught your eye on the way down. you had the popsicle in your mouth, sucking and hollowing out your cheeks as you gazed at him with soft eyes. then you popped it out your mouth, running your tongue up one side of it, watching as his hands gripped the edge of the pool, knuckles turning white. you just smiled at him, giggling before you got up again, the popsicle still in your mouth as you headed to the back gate, his eyes never leaving yours. he got up himself, and followed you out.

once you were both out the other side of the gate, he grabbed your arm and pushed you against the side of the house.

"think you're fuckin' funny, hm?"

"mmhm.."

"yeah? still think you're gonna be fuckin' funny when i've got you home and you're on your knees with my dick down your throat?"

"maybe.. depends.."

you popped the popsicle back in your mouth and stared up at him, smiling ever so sweetly at him.

"depends on what?"

"depends on if you're really going to take me home and put your dick down my throat.."

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﹟002 — OC .ᐟ

ᯓ basic

— name﹔cassiopeia ivory dawson — nicknames﹔ cassie, cas, kay, kaykay, vee, ivy, ory/ori, vivi, etc. — age / dob﹔5teen [can change if necessary], january 23rd — gender, pronouns﹔female, she/her — sexuality﹔bisexual — hometown / birthplace﹔london, england — residence﹔new jersey, usa / camp half-blood — ethnicity / nationality / race﹔british and french — languages﹔english, spanish, french, latin, greek — occupation﹔camper of camp half-blood

ᯓ life

— family﹔ 　⸝⸝ jason dawson - dad 　⸝⸝ eleanor dawson - step-mum 　⸝⸝ nyx - godly parent / mum 　⸝⸝ colton dawson - twin brother 　⸝⸝ maximus dawson - younger brother — friends﹔ 　⸝⸝ no one currently — s/o﹔none

ᯓ demigod life

— godly parent﹔nyx / nox, goddess of the night [cabin 30] — abilities﹔darkness manipulation/umbrakinesis, shadow travel, night vision, shadow camouflage — magical weapon﹔"vesperus astrum" or "the evening star," a silver ring — kind of like a fiddle ring that spins, the inside etched with the cassiopeia constellation [hence the name]. has a star on it and when pressed turns it into a dagger. — years at camp﹔new at camp!

ᯓ appearance

— height﹔5'5 feet / 165 cm — weight﹔104 lb — hair﹔black, long, wavy — eyes﹔hawk-like blue-gray eyes — piercings﹔ear piercing — style / clothing / accessories﹔doesn't rlly have one / mix || acubi y2k, grunge, a lot yk || usually wears silver rings coz it helps w her habit of fiddling, hair is usually in a ponytail, likes mainly baggy clothes [hoodies and stuff like that coz she gets cold easily] [hands are like ALWAYS cold] — faceclaim﹔victoria bronova — voiceclaim﹔lila moss

ᯓ ratings﹠ about

— intelligence﹔5/5 — stamina﹔4/5 — strength﹔3/5 — speed﹔4/5 — confidence﹔3/5 — kindness﹔5/5 — good traits﹔intelligent, caring, generous, loyal, cautious — neutral traits﹔quiet, sarcastic, honest, stubborn — bad traits﹔people pleaser — habits﹔fiddling, zoning out — likes﹔music, training, walking, reading, baking, etc. — dislikes﹔when people disrespect family or friends, someone sacrificing themselves for her, etc.

ᯓ skills

— skills﹔can use daggers/knives/sword, can box and do muay thai — weaknesses / flaws﹔avoidant attachment, anxious attachment — strengths﹔the night, darkness, shadows — alignment [good/bad/neutral]﹔good — strategies﹔tbd . . . — specialties﹔best with daggers/knives or just her weapon in general — extra﹔calculates all her moves very carefully

ᯓ backstory

tbd . . .

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my new favorite hobby is taking silly characters from sketch comedies and turning them into fully fledged barbie dolls

[eluxcastar]

Tsaritsa Lore for One of Repitition ideas

Sibling Rivalry Imposter

Mother Who Went To Get Milk

Sibling Rivalry Imposter

Brighella may have been found way before the current Tsaritsa became the cryo archon, but if the former cryo archon bargained for the life of Brighella as a usefulness for the Tsaritsa or was requested to take care of her as a last wish before death. Except, Tsaritsa is actually also another daughter that the former Cryo Archon raised that Brighella was unaware about. Just like Capitano, Brighella never saw the former Cryo Archon's face so only seeing the Tsaritsa where a similar outfit just made her believe it was the former.

Mother Who Went To Get Milk

Honestly, I don't know how this would go if by canon the current Tsaritsa just existed like 1000-500 years prior to the timeline. There is a huge chance she did not exist during Archon War, but if ever the Tsaritsa already is an immortal being before ascending as the Cryo Archon. Maybe, (A) during the Archon War the Tsaritsa took her in but not as the Cryo Archon. (B) Tsaritsa IS her mother, that the former Cryo Archon took in after she had forsaken her but had to deal with Brighella again grown up but never recognized her. And the vice versa.

That's all I can come up with, honestly 😂

We need more Tsaritsa lore crumbs istg...

Also, what is your imagined Brighella? eyes

Reading these is very interesting (ﾟ▽ﾟ*) I have to think of how to say it without giving spoilers away but we know the current Tsaritsa is not the original (that's canon at least to my knowledge from reading the wiki) I will say she took Brig in before she was the Cryo Archon however, and kept her after receiving a gnosis. I like the parallel idea between her and Cap never seeing their mother's face though because it plays so well into the history repeating itself thing ヽ(≧∀≦)ﾉ

I assume you mean how I imagine her to look, which tbh I don't totally have an idea for  (;ﾟдﾟ)   I know only what I wrote down and beyond that she's an entity who has escaped my control. Though I imagine that like, if you look hard enough, she doesn't totally look human. It's not abundantly obvious—she could blend into a crowd—but details like she says at one point about her teeth being 'inhuman' and I feel like she has something possibly freaky going on with her eyes (as many Genshin characters do (ﾉ´▽｀)ﾉ♪)

There's obvious things too and this is slightly off topic because it's veering into details about her I threw in for accuracy like the fact she's got some muscle on her from all that weapon wielding (more specifically asymmetrical upper back/shoulder muscles because archery does that to you (ﾟ▽ﾟ*) ) and she has calloused hands but as I said that's less how I imagine her more what I put in to match her role as a swordsman and archer because I love little details like that (ﾉ´∀｀*)

[v-anrouge]

Yes they would be able to get a recount, I’m fairly sure someone just has to ask.

I’m not sure how much of this has left the USA and our like direct circles so I’m just gonna bring some sus things that happened here, I’m defining things idk if other countries have so full picture can be bad. I’m also dropping links to some sources but I’m at work so not all. Drop boxes (places you can drop mail in/absentee ballots if you can’t mail in time) were set on fire and ballots destroyed. Source (running out of time so no more sources will send later) there are signiture issues on tons of Nevada ballots. There were issues with some ballot reciprocal in Wisconsin and I BELIEVE Nevada as well, but I have almost no time left on my break so I can’t double check, if you want follow ups I will confirm when at my pc. It’s sketchy. It’s weird. Vibes are weird. Even had an odd thing at my own polling station but this took the last of my time, can share if wanted ok gtg, stay safe any fellow Americans reading this (and everyone else)

I HEARD ABOUT THAT, here's to hoping they make a recount.

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[helldustedstories]

Healing spells shouldn't be a "wave the magic wand and you're all better," especially given the way things seem to work in the hellaverse. Some worldbuilding discussed with @slecp listed below:

While healing spells can be performed by demons outside of Sloth, they can be dangerous if you don't know what you're doing (like how regular medicine is)

They're not an instant fix unless it's something little. Like, a super simple healing spell could fix a papercut, sure. But they can't do things like replace lost limbs or organs.

Bigger things like broken bones or stab wounds still take time to heal, but what the healing spells do is they can help speed up the body's natural process of healing. The tradeoff is that it's still painful, because your body is going through that whole process relatively at once.

For example, healing a broken bone: the bone would still need to be put into some sort of split, most likely, to make sure it's in the proper position, but a healing spell could be done each day to help it along and to drastically cut down the amount of time it would take to heal. Or you can do what amounts to a higher level spell to go through that process faster, but as mentioned above, there's still the pain to deal with.

And one of the ways that Sloth's medical staff are trained to help with this is that they have certain reserves where they can kind of take on some of that pain themselves if they can't offer painkillers/patient doesnt want painkillers, etc. And that's part of why most of them have candles, because it can help them to make sure they're not doing too much because the more of the reserve they use, the dimmer/lower the candle burns.

[star-quill]

ok but rockstar!peter getting one of his groupies aka the one he says is his favorite because they fuck so hard-core even when she proclaims she hates him (obviously he's snorted coke off her) pregnant

mmHmMHMHMHMMM!!!!!

you say you hate him but you're special to him. you're the one cheering him on the most, sitting with him at the back of the bus, sharing popcorn when the band sticks a movie on. you're practically dating at this point but neither of you want to put a label on it.

that's one of the reasons why you're so scared to tell him you're pregnant. you call your closest friend and tell her but you don't realise he can overhear you. he's just come back onto the bus and he walks in, the colour on his face just draining when he sees you.

"are you?"

"i uhm.. i have to go.." you hang up and look at him, nodding.

"god fuckin'.. shit.. fuck.."

"peter.. please.. don't be mad—"

"how the hell did this happen? you're on the fuckin' pill and i don't fuckin' go anywhere without a condom.."

"it probably broke.. just.. we can fix this.."

"i just.. i can't do this right now.."

he storms off the bus, you're parked up at the back of the hotel and he just heads inside and up to his room. he runs himself a cold shower, trying to shake it off but he can't get it out of his head. he can't be a dad right now, plus you weren't even together so what's that gonna be like for his image. him knocking up some groupie? he can't have that. he turns the shower off and wraps a towel round his waist, coming back into the main room. he jumps a little when he sees you sitting on the bed but he sighs and sits next to you.

"i.. if.. if you don't want the baby, i won't have it.."

"hey.. no, look.. you do what you want to do, ok?"

"peter.."

"i'm with you, ok? i never fuckin' said it before but.. you're important to me.. i've had multiple girls before but none of them treat me the way you treat me.. you care, you're way too good for me.."

you felt tears at your eyes when he spoke.

"i guess.. i kinda like you.. and i want us to be serious with each other.. like, i want to be with you.."

"you.. you do?"

"yeah.. yeah, i do.. and i'm not just sayin' all this 'cause you're pregnant.. i'm just.. i guess i was afraid of commitment while being on tour and in a band but then you were just with me all the time and i liked having you around.."

you were supposed to hate him but god, he made you feel so sappy and soft. you moved to sit on his lap and wrap your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek before cuddling into him.

"do you think it's a boy or a girl?"

"i think you'd be a great girl dad.."

"you think?"

"mmhm.. and she'd have a pretty badass mom.."

"mmhm.. yeah she would.."

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tags. fem!reader, window sex, possessive behavior, mirror sex, oral sex, public sex, pregnancy, fingering, praise kink, size kink

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↬ GOJO

He doesn’t think you’ve looked more breath-taking than you do right then, humming softly to the music on the radio while painting your toenails, the last stretch of daylight kissing your exposed knees through the window. You’re so lost in your own little world that you don’t notice him watching you.

The important emails on his phone go unanswered, saved for another day when you’re not there to distract him. You stretch your smooth legs to inspect your work and glance across the living room to give him one of those soft smiles that sends warmth through his middle.

“What do you think?” you ask, little sunflower yellow toes flexing on the coffee table. 

“They’re pretty, baby.”

Another smile stretches across your face, that full lower lip caught between your teeth. “You think so?”

“Positive.” His phone lies forgotten on the cushion beside him, and he leans back to make room for you. “Come here.”

His eyes make a lazy trail up from your delicate ankle bone to the soft slope of your collarbone that peeks out from one of his t-shirts as you walk towards him, getting his fill until his fingers itch to touch and retrace the invisible path. 

Gojo can’t help it. He’s struck by the sight of you.

He wishes he could trap the shocked and delighted sound you make when he pulls you into his lap, keep it tucked away in the untainted nooks and crannies for him to return to later. A little melody on repeat for the days he feels undeserving of such sweet things, how he treads the fine line of corrupting that wide-eyed innocence you have of the world.

Still. Still, the truth is, he’s a little greedy, and he doesn’t really care how bad of a person that makes him.

Everyone looks up to him in some way. Nobody ever called him a saint. 

Gojo works out more of those soft sounds—pressing you against the chilly, tall windows in the living room, fist in your hair, and his mouth attached to the long column of your throat—that make his mouth go dry. Your back arches to ease the way he fucks up into you, tits brushing up against the glass, and he loves how the distant city lights below shimmer around you like a halo.

A high-pitched whimper, sharp breaths fogging over the window. “‘Toru people can see.”

He doesn’t think he’ll ever tire of how your soft and silky little cunt sucks him in—wrapped up all warm and wet around his cock—cursing under his breath when he tells you he doesn’t care. You’re his, anyway. 

“Let them see,” he grunts into your neck, teeth catching along your skin before licking at the vulnerable spot above your pulse. “Let them see how I fuck you because they can’t have you.”

Gojo can barely control himself at the mere idea that anyone would ever think they could. He’ll be the last and only one to know how you turn into a fucking vice when he hits particularly deep—how you shake like a leaf, legs coltish, after he makes you cum hard. 

↬ GETO

It feels like the epitome of terrible days: from the tomato stain on your skirt to your boss forcing deadlines down your throat and surprising Suguru at work only to find a pretty, willowy brunette sitting on the corner of his desk, her hand resting on a stack of graded papers, and fluttering her long lashes at him. 

The final nail in the coffin (a stupid nail, but a hammered-down nail nonetheless) is how she laughs and touches his arm, and Suguru doesn’t brush her off. He actually laughs back, all perfectly straight teeth on display and eyes crinkling at the corners. One of those heart-stopping smiles stretching across his face that you foolishly thought were all yours. 

Suddenly, you wonder if it was out of obligation that made him compliment you that morning in your dress—look at you, a kiss to your cheek, I’m going to fucking ruin you—a perfunctory greeting after being together so long (like making coffee or picking out paint), to make you feel better, or if he meant it—

A tap with sticky fingers to your cheek. “C’mon, watch.” 

You feel like you’re looking from the outside in, a spectator with a front-row seat that has your breath catching in your throat at the sight of his spit-slick chin and cheeks resting against the crease where thigh meets hip. He gives you a syrupy grin that tightens something in your stomach like a screw. 

“Not me,” he says, words laced with amusement. 

Hesitantly, your gaze trails up from his to the floor-length mirror perched in front of the bed, and what you see has your fingers sinking into the sheets. 

You can hardly pull your eyes away from how your leg looks draped across his broad, muscular back, making you look so small even though you sit above him. And it’s like Suguru knows what you’re seeing because his grin grows wider. 

“See, look how perfect you are. That woman in the mirror is so fucking pretty, I can’t believe I get to tell everyone she’s mine.” His thumb parts you open for his mouth. “Why would you think you look otherwise, huh?”

“I…don’t know,” you whisper, head a fuzzy mess of weak excuses that evaporate before they even have a chance to make it onto your tongue.

“Hm, that’s not a good enough answer.” 

Your hips twitch when he noses at your clit. 

“Awe, I bet that feels good, huh? I’m gonna show you what happens when you talk bad about my pretty baby,” then he sucks it into his mouth, making you squeal.

He can’t blame you for squeezing your eyes shut at the slick, hot pressure dragging through your folds—shaky fingers tightening in Suguru’s long, dark hair. It feels equally like everything and not nearly enough until he suddenly pulls away, taking that jittery feeling in your belly with him.

“Why’d you—”

“If you look away, I stop.” He chuckles lightly at the little pout you give him before his lips suck at the tender spot near the crease of your thigh, “so watch.”

↬ NANAMI

After lunch, he drags you across the street where there’s a park for him to set up a picnic blanket under a tree. Kento rests his head on your lap, slipping an arm around your waist and rubbing the sore spot in your lower back from being on your feet for too long. 

It’s all very innocent: him kissing your round pregnant belly, you running your fingers through his soft hair and talking about the latest work gossip. 

You hum when you feel his fingers crawl up your thigh, slowly at first and with no destination, just soft, aimless circles here and there, until the calloused pad of his thumb skirts over the front of your underwear, making you jerk with a small squeak.

“Kento,” you giggle, fingers tightening in his hair. 

He smiles at the scandalized look spreading across your face and leans forward to press another kiss against your stomach.

"Do you trust me?" he asks, hand pushing up your dress. 

You glance around the park to see if anyone is paying attention to the two of you—an elderly couple feeding the ducks frozen peas by the pond, a mother and father playing with their giggling daughter in the grass, college kids throwing a frisbee, all far enough away to be out of earshot (but that’s not the real problem here)—before you look back at your husband. 

“W-what?” you sputter, wide-eyed realization taking over.

He presses another open-mouthed kiss to your thigh. “Do you trust me?”

A soft whine slips past your teeth, the hand not in his hair curling into the blanket. “But everyone will notice because I’m—I’m—”

(A beached whale. An air balloon. A carnival-sized melon. You get the gist.)

“Gorgeous.” He smooths a hand over your bump, open-fondness radiating across his features, the subtle hint of possessiveness there making you shiver. “You look so fucking gorgeous with my baby growing inside you. Let me take care of you.”

“B-but—”

Everything else melts away to the pulsing heat between your legs and your husband groaning from the wetness he finds there. Your shaky thighs fall open wider when his fingers hook under the edge of your underwear (unflattering things worn for comfort over sexual appeal), pulling them aside to run his fingers through your slick seam. 

Pregnancy brain clouds your judgment, and before you can think twice about your actions, how you definitely shouldn’t let Kento eat you out in the middle of a public park, you nod your head. 

His lips ghost over the tender flesh of your upper thigh. "I need to hear you say it."

It’s a low and shaky yes that has his fingers finally sinking into you to the third knuckle, steadily pumping in and out of you. You buck down onto his hand, trying to bite back the moan threatening to alert everyone in the park of the head under your skirt.

“You’re going to cum for me, just like this,” Kento tells you, voice muffled by a layer of powder blue cotton. “Alright, darling?”