#(is this a signaling of something im cooking up?....maybe so)

[sukibenders]

Anthony doesn't get enough flack from this fandom if I'm being honest, like most of it is pushed onto other female characters while he gets the "he was struggling," excuse. And while he was struggling, there's definitely validity to that, he also should not have his actions (eg. playing with Kate's feelings, putting her and Edwina in a difficult situation, etc) excused because of that.

[dollgxtz]

Ok a fic where reader and sylus are at a business meeting, she “offers” herself as payment (maybe as a joke or just to rile sylus idk) and he makes sure to remind her who she belongs to? Please???

Kindred Spirits

Word Count: 5.1k

Tags: sylus x fem!reader, possessiveness, ownership, spanking, hitting, slight blood mention, pet names like kitten & sweetie, creampie, rough sex, crying, slight fluff at the end :3

AN: Anon ur a literal genius. This has Sylus written all over it. Im so happy to be back posting another story for you all! Also happy to announce my masterlist is now complete and can be found in my pinned! Ty all! Enjoy and remember, my asks are open for any character, Sylus is just my husband LOL. Remember to read my pinned before requesting please! This is a bit tamer than my other stories but trust I am cooking up some deviant content as soon as I publish this one :33

“Finally…”

You nearly collapse near your front door. A whole week of your life. Gone. To what you ask? Dealing with wanderers on a special aid mission. Sure sure, the job paid well but it had been weeks since your last off day. Every time it seemed like one was around the corner here they go with some emergency call and a spill about how some rich politician needed help or something.

You were starting to get tired of cleaning up other people’s mistakes.

You fumbled with your keys, fingers numb from the biting cold. The wind whipped around you, making you shiver as you tried to fit the right key into the lock. Your breath came out in visible puffs, and you could feel the frustration building with each failed attempt. Finally, with a relieved sigh, you heard the click of the lock turning.

The still warm air is such a welcoming contrast to the wind and biting cold outside. You quickly shut your door and melt to the floor, your feet aching with relief as the pressure you had been putting on them subsided. Peace at last. Time for a hot shower an-

Your peace was cut short with the distinct tone of your phone ringing. And not just any ring tone. The one you had set specifically for a certain white haired man that only ever brought trouble. Wondering if you should even pick up, you bring the phone to your face, knowing that you were going to answer regardless.

“Sylus…I’m really tired. Can we talk lat-"

“Long time no see kitten. You should stop by for a bit, hm?”

You roll your eyes, suppressing the urge to scoff out loud. Arrogant prick, you think, irritated by his inability to let you finish a sentence without interrupting. How did he even know you were home now?

You sigh deeply, feeling the tension building, and rub your temples to alleviate the mounting frustration. No, you tell yourself firmly. You wouldn’t put up with this today. Maybe another day, but definitely not today.

"Actually, no. I just returned from a week-long aid mission. Not today," you say firmly, aiming to be clear and resolute in your decision to stay put. Sylus however, seems to sense the cracks in your resolve and only responds with a chuckle.

“I want to see you. I’ll have Luke and Kieran come get you since you’re so tired”.

“Hu-”

“See you soon. They’re en route. Ciao”

The phone clicks, signaling the end of the call. For whatever reason, your ever growing frustration simply dissipates, defeat taking its place. You should be used to this by now. Sylus always gets what he wants. And you always let him. It goes without saying that it’s the same way for you as well. At least, Sylus always gives you what you want if it doesn’t interfere with his need to lay his eyes on you at least once in awhile. He knew that you wouldn’t push this though. You both knew.

Deep down, you wanted to see him too.

You asked Luke and Kieran to wait outside for a bit while you took a brisk shower and freshened up. Those two had always been very patient and understanding. You felt bad “bossing” them around, and yet they always insisted that you could. Though Luke had admitted on one occasion that he never expected to be helping a girl find hair ties or carrying shopping bags while working for Onychinus.

The statement had made you laugh a bit. You finally finish dressing in some plain sweats and rush to the car. Luke and Kieran are waiting outside of a dark colored jeep. Not too flashy as to not draw attention, but it was still clearly very expensive.

“Actually miss, Boss wanted you to wear these” Luke says, holding out an expensive looking dress. Clearly designed by hand and tailored to your measurements. Kieran follows his lead, holding out a box containing a pair of earrings and a lavish looking necklace.

“Huh? What’s this for? A date?”

“Business. That’s all he said” Kieran chimed in. Although you couldn’t see their faces, you knew they had no reason to lie to you about this.

“Ah. Dragging me into more trouble. Got it”.

When the three of you finally arrived to the location, the sun had already set for the day. You darted your eyes back and forth, squinting above at the bright neon sign of the establishment.

“We’re not going to the N109 Zone? This is a nightclub…” you mutter, taken aback by the unfamiliar surroundings. When did this even get here? There were plenty of clubs in Linkon of course, but you never seemed to notice this one. Not that you knew much about the night life to begin with. People were lined up at the entrance, chatting, fixing makeup, or texting.

“Boss wants you here. He’s waiting inside. Enjoy your time miss” Luke said, amusement written all over his tone. He gets out of the passenger seat to open the door and lend you a hand. You rolled your eyes, not wanting to appear shaken up by the situation. Sylus was always full of surprises. This was no different, act confident.

At least, that’s what you tried to tell yourself. After getting almost immediate entrance into the club with just a simple nod from the guard, you enter. As you walk inside the club, Luke and Kieran not far behind you, you can tell this was no ordinary night club. Everyone here was dressed lavishly and sharp, clearly possessing power and ulterior motives. A few eyes lay on you as you walk in, and you feel your hands start to sweat.

Keep cool. This isn’t the first time you’ve been around high ranking individuals. This is probably some test he set up…right? Or some kind of joke to get a laugh?

Clenching your fists, your eyes dart and search for a tall figure with white hair, feeling more nervous by the second that you don’t see him. You’re about to turn around and ask one of the twins, but at last your gaze settles on him, sipping on a glass of Gin Fizz. He’s sitting in a velvety booth by himself, people watching. He’s wearing his black button up with red streaks across it, coat hanging on his shoulders per usual. As if he felt you staring, his eyes shift to meet yours. He sets down his glass, giving you you a small smirk. His eyes narrow, sending a very clear message.

Come here.

As if you were suddenly possessed, your feet seem to start moving on their own. You weren’t sure if you were relieved to see him or if it was just the relief of seeing a familiar face in an unfamiliar place. You take a few deep breaths as you approach, readying your witful replies to any of his attempts to make fun of you. Without making any sound or looking at him, you quietly slide in next to him.

“You look nice. Seems I was right about this look on you” Sylus says, taking another sip of his drink. His eyes wander up and down behind the glass, seemingly devouring you. You squirm under his gaze.

“Hm. Thanks. This gift is the least you can do after dragging me to do whatever you want on a whim once again” you scoff, eyeing the full glass that sits on the table. It’s another glass of Gin Fizz, probably for Sylus. There’s three other very empty glasses on the table.

This man can definitely hold his alcohol.

He chuckles, taking a finger and pushing the glass of Gin closer to you.

“Don’t be like that sweetie. Loosen up a bit, you’ll need it”

“For what exactly? Business?” you mock, picking up the Gin. You didn’t exactly like the taste of this particular alcohol of choice but Sylus was right about one thing. Some liquid courage was definitely needed for whatever shenanigans he was dragging you into tonight.

“Yeah. Figured I could use Linkon’s darling Miss Hunter as backup” Sylus chuckles, watching you nearly choke as you take three big gulps of the drink. You squeeze your eyes in disgust as you finish the rest of the glass, shooting a death glare in his direction as you set it down.

“You’re perfectly capable. Don’t mock me Sylus”. You grit your teeth in irritation, almost ready to rip him to shreds with your words. Clearly your tone has no effect on him though, as all you get in return is a soft smile. Sylus places a hand on your upper leg, slowing sliding his fingers under your dress. You gasp, the coldness of his fingers making you twitch a bit. The warmness of your skin mixed with his cold touch makes the sensation feel like icy fire.

“Or what? You’ll use this on me?” he smirks, tugging on the concealed gun strapped under your dress. “I’m all for it honestly”

You slap his hand away, the woozy feeling from the Gin Fizz starting to kick in. What was in this drink? It was strong. Too strong.

“Pervert. Always touching me, making fun of me. Maybe I will shoot you. Again.” you growl, turning your head away from him. You attempt to scoot away as well, but are met with a strong grip around your waist as you’re pulled into closer proximity with him. Sylus grabs your chin and lifts it towards his face. He leans down a bit, the smell of alcohol and his bourbon vanilla cologne making you feel even more dizzy.

“You can put your claws away now kitten. Don’t make me have to melt your little tantrum away” he coos, gently caressing your face with his thumb.

You stare at him, dumbfounded, desperately searching your sluggish brain for a comeback but finding yourself too flustered to form any words. The look in Sylus’s eyes shifts from a smug expression to a much softer, almost tender gaze, and you wonder what his next move will be. Your face starts to burn as you feel heat rising in your core, your heart pounding in your chest. Panic sets in as you consider the possibilities, your mind racing with the fear of what might come next.

Don’t tell me he’s going to…?!

"You're so...confusing" you mutter.

You’re just about to try and squirm from his grip, when Luke and Kieran tap on the table, catching yalls attention.

“Boss man, Val says he’s ready for ya” Luke says, nonchalantly ignoring the scene that’s displayed in front of him. Sylus releases your face, his face going serious again. He gets up, reaching out a hand to help you out of the booth.

“Time for business, sweetie”

You’re guided by the twins and Sylus past the sweaty bodies on the dance floor to a somewhat hidden room located downstairs. The area the stairs led to was blocked off by a singular rope, clearly only meant for a select crowd.

In the room there’s a long black table, cards and chips all over it. There’s a few prominent figures already seated, along with a few bodyguards standing near the door. Sylus pulls a seat out for you, before taking his own. You study the figure that’s sitting at the head of the table as you sit. He’s short, a bit chubby, dark hair, smoking a cigar. A scar sits angrily on his forehead and you wonder what kinda grudges led to such an injury. He notices you looking at him, and gives you a devilish grin. Some of his teeth are crooked or missing.

All that money and he can't fix his smile?

You shudder. Sylus looks over at you, and back to the man at the head of the table. He’s reading you, clearly sensing your nervousness. He says nothing, simply reaching a hand over to rest on your thigh.

“Was starting to think you were going to keep me waiting Sylus. Seems you didn’t run after all” he laughs, wheezing a bit as he takes another puff of his cigar. You wrinkle your nose a bit as the potent smell hits your senses.

“I couldn’t turn down a game of cards with my dear old friend” Sylus says, irritation coating the last word. “Let’s keep things civil this time, hm Valentino?”

Valentino bursts into laughter, clearly amused. Despite his laughter, you couldn’t ignore the murderous tension in the air. Something tells you this isn’t any regular game of cards. You gulp, trying to force yourself to look at everyone at the table and smile.

“Well hello little lady. Sylus, you didn’t tell me you kept such gorgeous company…” Val says, his eyes snaking all over your body. You feel Sylus squeeze your thigh, clearly irritated. He pulls out a coin from his coat pocket, seemingly trying to channel his frustrations into something else.

“You know I’m not really the type to share, Val. She’s all mine. Down to every single strand of hair”. Sylus ends, catching the coin and shooting a glare in the man’s direction. It was plain, but conveyed a message very well.

You feel your palms start to sweat. Was he being serious right now?? You side eye him, trying to piece out whether or not this was some kind of facade you’re supposed to play into. Valentino clearly takes Sylus’s words as a challenge.

“I’ll give you twenty million for her. Maybe fifty million if you make her give us a little strip show. What do ya say? She looks so soft. Probably makes cute noises too…~” he chuckles, likely enjoying the look of surprise that washes across your face.

Sylus remains quiet, his face unmoving, frozen in a pissed glare. You don’t know if it was the alcohol you drank earlier, or if it was some inkling of an attempt to dissipate the tension, but you clear your throat and begin to speak.

“Well Sylus? You can share can’t you? It’s quite the generous offer Mr. Valentino. I’m quite flattered actually.” you express, putting on your best smug look. Sylus stiffens, a somewhat shocked expression washing over him. Valentino erupts into yet another fit of laughter, seemingly unable to contain himself. Turning to look back at Sylus, you see it in his face briefly. An uncaged look of rage before it quickly dissipates.

Shit. Shouldn’t have said that.

Far too late to stop now though.

“You heard the lady Sylus. Why don’t you try sharing just this once? What I would give to taste that sweet little body of he-”

Sylus slams a revolver on the table, then calmly starts picking up cards from the deck.

"I'd suggest you stop talking and start playing the game, Mr. Valentino," Sylus snarls, his words dripping with venom. The fury in his voice is palpable, and it's clear he's reached the end of his patience.

You give Val a sly look, feigning pity. “Ah, sorry Valentino. Seems this one can’t quite let me go yet”. You don’t know what you were trying to achieve, but it’s certainly not working to dissipate any tension. Val doesn’t respond to you though, all his focus on Sylus now.

“My dear friend. You should know me by now. There’s something I’m much more interested in now than some money. Now I want the girl, or nothing”.

Valentino wears a shit eating grin on his face, soaking in the fact that he thinks he’s gained some control of the situation, unaffected by the gun on the table. Sylus simply sighs, rubbing his fingers against the temple of his forehead.

“I see where this is going then”.

You barely process what’s happening before everything and everyone starts moving. As soon as Sylus begins to stand, Valentinos guards start shooting. Sylus wastes no time flipping the large table, sending the cards and game chips flying everywhere. You yelp as he yanks you towards him using his body and the table to shield the oncoming attack of bullets. You hear Luke and Kieran joining in the frenzy, yelling obscenities as they begin shooting their own hidden weapons.

You swiftly reach for the weapon concealed beneath your dress, your fingers brushing against the cool metal as you draw it out. Turning to face Sylus, you ready yourself for his instructions, your body tense with anticipation. Instead of giving you orders, he locks eyes with you, his gaze piercing through you with an intensity that feels like it's reaching into your very soul. The silence is heavy, charged with unspoken tension as bullets whip past the both of you, and you can feel your heartbeat quicken in response.

“I need you alive for what’s coming sweetie. Pay attention, stay close”

You blink. Twice. Unable to process his words before he yanks you both up, one hand using his evol to send the table crashing into several bodyguards. The four of you fight your way through the onslaught of people coming into the door, before eventually dashing up the stairs. People are running in all directions, seemingly caught up in the chaos of everything. You all manage to make it out the door and into the brisk cold air, the twins quickly hopping into the car to whisk you away.

“Go on, I’ll catch up soon” Sylus states, hurriedly pushing you into the car and slamming the door before you could protest. He signals Kieran to drive off, and that he does.

“He’s…going to level the building. Isn’t he?” you sigh, sighing at the fact that Sylus seemed to conveniently forget that this was in fact not the lawless land of the N109 Zone. No doubt the Hunter’s Association would have to investigate for potential wanderer activity, and that would be a lot of paperwork.

"It's fine. He owned that place anyway. He'll just build another," Luke says, his voice calm and unbothered. Just as the words leave his mouth, a deafening boom erupts behind the car, shaking the ground beneath yall. The explosion's shockwave rattles the windows, and the sky lights up with a fiery glow, cutting off Luke's next sentence mid-breath.

You groan.

The twins did drive you to the N109 this time, swiftly helping you out the car and into Sylus’s private villa. When you entered the front door, a nightgown and lacy underwear were laid neatly out for you in his room, your arrival clearly anticipated.

It wasn’t more than an hour before Sylus waltzed in the front door, eyeing your slouching figure on the couch. You sit up as soon as you see him, still somewhat annoyed.

“What took you so damn long? Also do you have to level every building you come across?” you spat, glaring at him. He says nothing though, walking straight past you and into his room.

“Huh? Sylus?? What the hell…”

Not liking the feeling of being ignored, you hurriedly chased after him. You had never really been uncomfortable barging into his room. You had done it plenty of times at this point, the first time being when he had challenged you to steal the brooch from him. No point in being shy now. He’s fumbling with something in his drawer when you reach up to tap his shoulder.

“Sylus! Don’t ignore me, I know you ca-”

He swiftly turns around, grabbing your wrist before you can touch him. His gaze is unreadable, cold even. You start to sweat, trying to take your arm back. But he only squeezes tighter.

"I was hoping you'd leave me be so I could calm down. But of course you're as petulant as ever" he says.

"Let go! What's wrong with you!?" You attempt to remove his hand from your wrist but he doesn't budge.

“Go to the bed. Place your hands on it” he says, face unchanging.

“Huh??”

“I don’t like to repeat myself”.

You freeze for only a moment before quickly moving to the bed. You meticulously put your hands where instructed, something deep in your core telling you that it’s likely best to listen for now. However, you can’t help to look over your should to quip at Sylus. You’re slightly bent at an angle, trying your best to keep your balance.

“What’s this about? I’m not that upset that you reduced the building to rubble”

Sylus snakes his way behind you, quietly, as if thinking of what to say. He reaches out a hand, grabbing the ends of your nightgown and moving the soft fabric around in his fingers. You feel the heat rise to your face, the skin of your ass feeling a slight gush of cold air.

“You like playing games with me, don’t you? Testing me” he says coldly, fingers trailing up the back of your legs slowly. You shiver, attempting to squirm away. His evol appears around you, its tight grip making you cry out.

Oh. This was about that.

“Huh?? No, I was just playing along. Just friendly banter yknow?” you say, voice wavering. You’ve clearly pissed him off. A part of you knows it’s a slight lie. You didn’t want to admit it out loud but it was kind of amusing to see Sylus get so riled up over something. Over you especially. But you hadn’t exactly done it fully on purpose. It was the alcohol.

But you knew he wasn’t buying it, as observant as he was.

“Sure. You were just pretending to act like a stray kitten trying to find a new owner?” he smirks, his fingers beginning to trace circles over the cloth of your panties. You let out a small whine, his touch just barely grazing your already wet cunt.

“Owner? I don’t belong to you. Or anyone” you scoff, the resolve in your voice wavering with every little circle he completes on your skin. You almost whine in disappointment when he pulls away.

“And yet…” Sylus trails off, leaving you with aching curiosity before you’re met with stinging pain on your ass. You cry out, unable to move with his evol still snaked around you. “You did exactly what I told you to do just now, wear the clothes I leave out for you, and practically melt everytime I even barely touch you”.

“Sylus?! What the hell was that…?!” you exclaim, trying your hardest to process his words and the situation at hand. He doesn’t respond, proceeding to gently caress the spot where he smacked you. The stinging pain gently eases away, and you feel yourself relaxing with his touch once again. He once again trails his fingers down to your clothed pussy, rubbing slow and meticulous circles around it. You start to whine, attempting to push yourself into his fingers for more friction. He pulls his hand away, making a disapproving sigh.

“Acting like you’re in heat per usual” he chuckles, watching as you wiggle around under the grip of his evol. “This is a punishment”.

“For what? Cause I let some sick and ugly looking crime boss think he had a chance with me?”

Sylus wastes no time bringing his hand to your ass again, earning another painful whine out of you. You feel tears forming in your eyes that you can’t wipe away. He’s certainly not holding back his strength, and yet you know this isn’t even a third of the force he could use on you.

“For entertaining him” he says plainly.

Another smack.

“Another for stupidly handing over your life, body and soul for a measly twenty million”

An even harder hit, this one fueled by rage.

“And lastly…”

You nearly choke as he delivers the final blow, your ass definitely bruising by now. Sylus offers no comfort this time, instead leaning down next to your crying face, breath hot against your ear.

“For forgetting that you belong to me, just as much as I belong to you. Kindred spirits remember?”

You have no chance to respond before he’s flipping you on your back, your nightgown flying up to reveal your wet panties.

“I-im sorry, Sy” you choke, tears blurring your vision.

“Show me then, sweetie. Spread your legs. Wide” he instructs, reaching up to brush your tears away. This isn’t done lovingly, more like calculated and cold.

This is far from over.

You silently but shakingly open your legs, your ass still painfully aching from his assault. You’re surprised when he doesn’t rip your underwear in two, choosing to rather peel them off your legs slowly. You notice the hunger in his eyes as he does so, as if savoring the view of your cunt at his fingertips. A small drop of arousal pools down your ass, and Sylus scoops it up with one finger.

You watch as he puts his finger in his mouth, savoring the drop of you with swiftness. His piercing gaze never leaves yours though, and you want to suddenly run away and hide. This is beyond thrilling, but you try your best to remain as still as possible, scared that he’ll think you’re enjoying it too much and punish you accordingly.

You suddenly can’t take the tension anymore, and close your eyes. You hear the sound of Sylus removing his belt from its loops, then the loud clang as it hits the floor. You feel the bed shift as he lowers himself over you, his face stopping just inches over yours, indicated by the sudden feel and warmth of his breath. He grabs your face in his hand and squeezes your jaw. Hard.

“Look at me kitten” he commands, his tone filled with unkempt rage and anger. Your eyes fly open, terrified.

“I’m the only one that will ever taste you. Repeat it” he says. Before you can get a word out, he’s pushing the fat tip of his cock in your entrance. You cry out in agony, nowhere near ready to have been penetrated. But he doesn’t stop filling you.

“Repeat it. Or I’ll hit you again. Do you want that?”

“You’re t-the…ah!” you whine, his cock halfway inside you at this point. Your poor cunt feels like it’s being impaled, splitting pain soaring through your core.

“Try again”

You let out a whimper, trying your best to push through the pain and put thoughts into words.

“You’re the oh-only one that gets to taste me” you choke out, voice wavering and your eyes teary. Sylus gives a hard thrust, pushing the rest of his length inside you. You cry out again, feeling like you’re on the verge of passing out. Sylus seems unmoved by your outbursts though.

“And?”

You stare at him, barely able to see his face through the tears. What? What does he mean and? He didn’t say anything else did he?

“Hu-what?”

You hear him sigh with disapproval, giving you yet another hard thrust. And another. And another. You’re clinging onto his back now, nails digging into his skin as the sound of the bed creaking and your pants fill the room. Blood has probably been drawn on his back, not that he’d even notice. You can hear him grunting in your ear, clearly enjoying the feeling of you tightening around him when you tense from the pain. Although it still hurts, you can feel yourself accumulating to the shape and size of his length, and the pain lessons a bit more with each thrust. He stops once again, tilting your face in his grip.

“What did I say you forgot? Or is this kitten filled with too much cock to think straight now?” he mocks. You can hear the smile on his face despite not being able to see him clearly. Heat creeps up on your cheeks as you wrack your brain for answers.

“I-you…we’re kindred spirits?”

“Before that sweetie”

You blink the tears on your face away, your vision becoming a bit more clear. Although he’s still gazing down at you, his expression is not as angry as before. Seems he’s gotten a bit of his pent up anger out now.

“I belong to you, Sylus” you say, voice small and whiny from crying. That’s definitely what he wanted to hear, as he began to pepper kisses on your neck, on your cheek, and eventually resting on your lips. You greedily return his affection, leaning into this feverish kiss, the both of you only periodically stopping to pant for air between kisses. He stops, resting his forehead with yours, gazing into your eyes once more.

“And I belong to you. What’s mine is yours. All of it”

You don’t get a chance to respond before he’s thrusting again, this time with a continuous and steady pace. You cling onto him, the exchange of flowery words and rigorous thrusting already bringing you on the verge of ecstasy. Sylus already noticed long before you did though, as he brought his hand between the two of you, circling your clit further your stimulation.

“Go ahead, come undone for me” he whispers, voice strained for nearly being at his end too. Your body obeys, unraveling and writhing with pleasure as Sylus continues to pound into you. You ride your orgasm to its end, till the touching of your clit becomes too much and you whine from overstimulation.

“Sylus…!” you moan, and he stops, already at the start of his own climax. You shudder as you feel him spill into you, his seed immediately beginning to pool down your cunt and to your ass. He pulls his heavy cock out of you, a feeling of emptiness taking its place. For a moment nothing is said, just the sound of the both of you catching your breath.

You decide to break the silence.

“Sylus…I’m really sorry” you start, looking up at him. He simply chuckles, placing a kiss on your cheek before getting up to grab a rag from the bathroom.

“You’ve taken your punishment quite well, why are you apologizing again sweetie?” he says from the bathroom, coming back to wipe you clean. You scoff, slightly tensing from the coldness of the cloth.

“Hmph. Fine, I take it back then. I’m holding a grudge anyways for how hard you hit me”

He simply sighs as he finishes wiping you up. “Back with the infamous wit already? Can’t a man catch a break?”

You sit up, feeling emboldened once more.

“Nope. Maybe don’t hit me with the strength of a thousand suns next time and we’ll see”

Sylus tosses the rag in a laundry basket, making his way back to your side. He pulls you into his arms, embracing you in his warmth. You can’t help but smile against his chest.

“Well, good thing I have all night to make it up to you”

You lightly pinch his side, giggling into his embrace. A question crosses your mind.

"Did you mean it Sylus? We belong to each other?"

Sylus took your face in his hand, giving you a slight smile.

"I don't say stuff I don't mean. You know this"

That's the furthest he was willing to explain it. At least for now. Who knows what kind of power trip would ensue if you truly knew how much you had the big bad leader of Onychinus wrapped around your finger.

[anzulvr]

What are somethings he does as a boyfriend 😋

Karma x Reader — Things he does as a boyfriend ୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀 SORRY! As always very late :'(

— Gets you out of your comfort zone,

In the play E-Class did for the elementary school kids, he’s the one to suggest to everyone you play the lead. He convinces you by saying you can spend your day together.

Another example of this is going through with your assassination attempts. He is the first to volunteer himself to go along with your plan! Need a guy to swing from the rooftops? Get him a rope. Need someone to shoot? Give him the signal and he’s ready. Need horse tranquilizer? He knows a guy.

— Defends you when you’re wrong.

This one is very specific, I don’t think he’s the type to back out of an argument for anyone, it’s more like he’s defensive around people who criticize you. He just shoots out insults before you even have the time to react. Somehow he doesn't sound aggressive when doing it, comes out of his mouth way too naturally.

Terasaka for example: “How’d you miss that shot? Your aim is the worst I’ve seen.”

“Maybe [Name] can use you as a shooting target. Your heads big enough.”

— Can’t cook? He’s got you covered! His favorite dish is anything as long as he cooks it, with his parents often traveling he developed that skill really well over the years.

— He“buys” you the best gifts (he gets them in the weirdest ways.)

The same as the time he pulled out math equations when he was getting scammed by the stand owner at the festival until he got a console for free.

Half of his belongings come from his “Delinquent fishing” money, so most of the things he buys for you are probably from the same guys he terrorizes.

— An arcade gaming pro, anything you want he can win on the first try! If he can’t he will find a way to prove it’s rigged or faulty and get the manager to clear out the prize stock. He’s shameless.

It's October so Halloween Headcannons;

His favorite part of Halloween is going out of his way to scare people.

He’s going to go around scaring his classmates and making you participate. (Rio happily joins in.)

He'll put you up to trick someone else that way he can come behind you and scare you.

He makes you match costumes but they’re never cute. He has disturbing, taste. But who can say no to his offer???

— Competitive.

“Whoever gets a lower score on this exam has to buy the winner food!”

“Karma you’re only saying that cause you know I didn’t study.”

He buys you food if you lose anyway to cheer you up.

— Makes you his accomplice,

“[Name] Im a block away from your house, I need you to pour some hydrogen peroxide in a bucket”

“I am not helping you clean blood off your clothes again!"

“He hit me first! It’s my own mouth blood.”

“Ouch, you lost?”

“No, just get the bucket.”

[stay-midnight]

Maple Syrup

Synopsis: Changbin takes you out on a second date on a picnic of an old childhood zone type thing. Well, tension fills the air and escalates a bit faster than you expected but no regrets of it one bit.

Seo Changbin x Male Reader

• Requested by Anon √

• Word #: 2.7K

• Warnings/Kinks: Top Seo Changbin, Bot Male Reader, Porn Without Plot, Degradation, Praises, Kissing, Fingering, Safe Sex, Petnames, Second Date Sex, First Time w/ Changbin (Not in a virgin-type way), Neck Kissing, Smol Aftercare (Not Really Overshown), Love Showering, , Make-out, Tongue in Mouth, Disgustingly Loads of Fluff, To Boyfriends Development, Picnic Date, Picnic Sex, Open Field Sex, Gentle and Fluff Sex, Love is in the Air, 0 to 100 real quick, Pancakes and Syrup, Changbin praises reader just a lot

• A/N: My second fic after 10 months! Changbin fic at that! So the request was just "gentle smut with changbin" so I hope it delivered ey, it took a bit longer than expected, I approached this fic with a different writing style than the Seungmin fic so I hope it's alright! I'm experimenting a bit huehue but still trying to improve what I can right now! But I think im more satisfied with this than the Seungmin fic (maybe?)

The crops rustles around you, the soft blanket laid upon the cornfield was soft underneath your knees and legs, the man—your date grins as he take things out of the picnic basket that he brought— the aroma of sweetness hit the atmosphere as your eyes turn into little saucers at the sight of filling, soft and fluffy pancakes.

“I didn't take you for such a cook, Binnie. Don't even get me started on the romantic place you chose, what's the occasion?” Tone filled with astonishment.

Changbin laughs toothly, quirking his eyebrow at you.

“Nothing, every day is an occasion with you anyway, Y/N” he says, as he tops the pancake with blueberries he took out from the medium-sized basket.

A gentle laugh flows out of you, settling down in a bit as he places a plate in front of you—bringing flowers out of the basket which you saw while strolling earlier.

“Where did you find this place anyway?” You ask with curiosity, taking your phone out of your pocket and noticing the weak signal as soon as the screen light up. Changbin soon sits down from his kneeling position as he finishes making the place seem more picnic-y with the flowers, decorations and of course the food—pancakes, bananas and a bottle of syrup.

“Been here when I was young, there's actually a farm and a river that passes this meadow.” He explains with a hum, as he moves closer to you — taking a forkful from the stack of pancakes.

“Hmm... Childhood core memory picnic on the second date, you really are something Binnie~” you tease, fist bumping the man on his toned chest.

He chuckles, “Uh huh.. Would that make for a better boyfriend or worse one?” He teases back, his shoulder slumping down as he pokes your side sneakily.

“Ah!” You tut at Changbin at his action, “Guess...?” you respond, finally taking a bite out of the pancakes he brought — the blueberry taste feeling delectable on your tastebuds. Though it could use a bit of sweetness so you grab for the bottle of maple syrup on Changbin's side.

“I think—” he starts, before you suddenly land your head on his lap when you try to get the sweetening liquid. Changbin's eyes raised at that before letting out a small laugh and handed you over the maple syrup as you tried to fix yourself up.

You look at him in embarrassment and his grin worsened the feeling.

“Sorry,” you simply said, as you took the object off his hands. Changbin laughs to clear the air — “It's fine, no worries—my clumsy caterpillar.” He jokes, the way you rolled your eyes at him cleared the tension as you popped the cap open.

Slowly, the syrup pours on top of the filling blueberry-topped hotcakes — watching as it flows down the sides like a fountain.

“The pancakes look so fluffy, did you make them?” You take a bite of the sweet goodness, cheeks full of the food and your tongue being blessed with the taste of maple leaves, blueberries and the texture of the pancake.

“Mhmm, A friend taught me.” He says, as he joins in on consuming the mouthwatering dessert.

“Cooking, producing and date-planning, what else you've got hidden under that buff sleeve, Binnie?” A whistle came out of your mouth at that, grinning at the man — pointing your fork at him accusingly.

“Well, that's for me to hide and for you to find out.” He responds with a dopey smile, scrunching his face at you as he flexes his muscles as a tease.

“Oh wow, don't worry, being a serial killer that brought me here to kill me while savoring sweet blueberry pancakes isn't checked off the list.” You said as Changbin grins — swinging his arm in a stabbing motion that causes you to stick your tongue out at him playfully—“I have 911 at speed dial.”

“Just so you know, little—lonely, scared Y/N that this place has no bars.” He refers to the signal, opening his phone and tapping his screen as he says the line in the creepiest way as his voice allows too.

“You look like a little goofball. Pfft.”

Changbin huffs at your comment, placing the pancakes on the fork and lifting it towards your mouth.

“Airplane's coming~” He teases with a large smirk, as he watches you flinch from disgust at that.

“Oh my god, eww...” You tut, with a roll of your eyes — you gladly accepted more of that goodness.

Changbin snickers and stares at you with fond dew eyes. His breath hitching on his throat at the sight of the sun shining on your skin as it angled perfectly—the way it kissed, every little feature and the way it reflected on your upturned eyes.

So ethereal and pretty.

He thought, as the atmosphere fell silent—his thumb reaching out to remove the blob of syrup on the corner of your lips, watching as you smiled at his action as a sign of gratitude.

Changbin can't help but stare.

“Take a picture, Binnie, it'll last longer..~” You poke fun at his fixed gaze with a laugh. Changbin reached into his basket, grabbing the instax camera he brought with him that totally went out of his mind.

“That was a joke but—” Snap.

Changbin is in awe as the film prints out slowly, “God, Y/N– You're just so dang... pretty.”

Changbin never misses that way you fluster and you couldn't help but close your eyes as the heat covered your face.

“Don't do that...” You breathe out.

“Do what? Speak my truth?” He says, grinning from ear to ear.

“No, make my heart explode like that—I may die before you kill me in this secluded area.” You remark, sighing before adding the lighthearted joke causing Changbin to forward and squish your cheek. You puff up your mouth in annoyance as you stare eye to eye with this adorable and incredibly good-looking man.

“Bin...” You breathe out, reaching out to lay your palm on the side of his face. The atmosphere changed once Changbin leaned a little bit closer, wary in his movement.

Changbin is about to kiss me.. you thought, haywires flashing in your mind — the man who you didn't believe would even ask you on a date is about to kiss you.

Pillowy, soft lips met your own as you can't help but feel abliss at the feeling of Changbin's mouth against yours.

Changbin's.

You move your hand to the front of his chest, letting it stay there as you return his kiss eagerly, the rustling of the field comes to a halt and the wind feels bare against your body.

Flames erupt from the pit of your stomach as Changbin moves his hand to your waist while his other one clumsily clattering the plates — the food short forgotten as pulls you into his lap with your gasp echoing in the breezy air and your own eyes closed shut tightly.

God.

His tongue asks for entry, delicately pushing against your lips for permission, parting it slowly as the taste of the maple syrup once again hits your taste buds at the feeling of Changbin exploring your mouth slowly.

This was a feeling you would cherish, as Changbin's hand trailed to your chest, near your racing heart — beating rapidly against the man as you couldn't help but relax your rigid shut eyes.

The strong taste of the syrup didn't leave your mouth one bit as Changbin's tongue trailed deeper into your mouth as you tilted your head as your date led the kiss.

Then, you felt a bump on your ass — a shudder passing through your body while your mind is overloading at this point.

Are we gonna fuck in this place? Is what was in ponder, but soon got lost as Changbin's hand wondered to cup one of your butt cheeks — a soft moan going through your own to his mouth at the action.

Fuck it.

Your hand shakily grabs into Changbin's biceps as you tried to deepen the kiss impossibly further as you wrapped your leg around him.

Changbin felt relieved at the passionate return as if a rock on his heart was shattered free, he felt a little bit more sure and confident.

He leads you on, settling you down the picnic mat — moving the food a bit further so as to not create a mess.

Changbin ruffles something from his basket again.

Just what—

He pulls out a condom and a strawberry-flavored lube much to your surprise. “Do you just bring that around or?” you asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

He laughs, “Emergencies.”

“What else is in that basket, oh my god.”

He grins, winking at you and ignoring your question as he sets down the much needed things to the side as he pulls off his shirt — revealing his chest, your breath hitching on your throat at the sight of his buff and toned muscles.

“Fuck...” You breathe out silently.

Changbin reconnected both your lips as soon as possible, the feeling of you against him was a compelling need.

His thighs went between your legs as Changbin's mouth ravaged your own — his fingers crawling up your shirt and radiated delicate warmth.

More gasps and breaths came out of your lips at the clash of tongues against the man above you.

Changbin's lips slowly trailed down your jaw, leaving peppers of kisses against every inch he moved. His hands settled on the hem of your shirt — pulling it off while you grabbed into his waist for support.

“Y/N... You're so pretty, so kind and so perfect.” The compliments pour out of his lips like swallowed candy — ever sweet and collective as he noses at your collarbone.

Deep inside, those words bubbled feelings of awe and adoration — it's the first time someone said something like that to you in such a sweet way as well.

His hand ghosted over the belt of your jeans, barely touching the leather strap. In hesitancy, he pulls away before scanning your expression for consent.

“Are you okay with this?” he asks meekly, a soft tinge of red covering his cheeks at his own question.

You nod once.

“Words, please... Y/N-ah I have to be—”

“Yes, Bin—Fu– yes...” You were okay with it, with this — in a way, thrilled and ecstatic but is it really alright to be doing this in the middle of nowhere — as a second as well. You questioned your thoughts for a bit, but immediately vanished as you saw Changbin's eyes — glinting of admiration and awestruck.

Changbin's lips reattach to your supple skin, smiling from ear to ear against your neck — his mind floating in the clouds as glee coursed through his body.

This time, his hand followed through with his wants — unbuckling your belt, the sound of the metal ringing in your ears along with your frantically beating heart. “Bin... Could you go a bit faster?” You sigh as Changbin left pecks against your unmarked skin as he unzipped your denim per your request.

“Patience, baby... I wanna take my time with you.” He pushes his hand inside your zipper, feeling at the small bulge that had formed from his actions.

You breath out heavily as his fingers caressed your clothed dick, tightening your hold on his bicep as he pressed down. He played with your covered tip while he pressed down your naked chests against each other — the action sending a shudder through you as the feeling of his muscles against your skin burned hotly reflected by sunlight gazing down upon the fields and tingling sensation went to your core as Changbin snaked his hand inside your underwear — finally touching skin.

He reaches down and plays with your balls as his suckling on your neck got stronger. Your hands didn't know where to go but tightened on the picnic blanket, crumpling the cloth as soft moans left your lips at Changbin's advances.

.

Soon enough, the shirt and pants of both you and Changbin pile up on the side of the picnic blanket – both naked as the day you were born and the sun gazing down upon your bodies like a spotlight in a theater casting down on actors. It felt surreal.

Changbin's fingers easing in your hole with the scent of strawberry lubed lingering in the air, drawing out a bunch of moans while your words were lost to the wind.

“Y/N-ah, you look so gorgeous like this.” He says, despite his fingers inches deep into your ass.

You look away from the man's gaze, mumbling a small “shut up.” from under your breath.

He responds with sultry laughter, ringing in your ears like chimes as he thoroughly prepares you. His fingers wiggle and parts inside you, slightly curving it upward to hit your prostate as a loud moan passes through your mouth.

Changbin grins as he hits that spot again, the pleasure coursing through your body once again as you throw your head back at the feeling. “Yeah, fuck—right there, Bin-! So good, so fucking good.”

Changbin smiles warmly at your praises, hands rubbing gently over your sweet spot as he peers down on your form, eyes so full of warm light as he can't help but love every inch of you despite knowing each other not so long ago. He pulls his digits out your hole with a squelch —and tearing open a condom before putting it on his cock, his lips reconnected with your own again as he lines his tip against your clenching rim.

Changbin grips your chin as he slowly sinks into the tight pleasure, your pleas against his mouth reverberating through the field like a delectable symphony. Your hot breaths mingle with one another as his cock reaches deeper and deeper, hiking your leg up his shoulder.

Then his tip hit your prostate, the euphoric feeling enough to send a shock through your body especially your own cock.

Changbin's pace got faster as you clawed at his back desperately — wanting his cock to go impossibly further as your eyes rolled back in your head.

“God, y–you look so good fucked out, baby.” He drawls in your ear as he pulls away from your lips, rubbing your thighs sensually as he fucks you.

His hand thumbs at your nipple softly, hitting your pleasure spot with his dick over and over again as all you could do was writhe under him on the blanket — the food set aside forgotten.

His hand trailed down to your core, jerking your already-hard dick as his hips hastened. “Close, baby.”

“Bin– You are so good, yeah... yeah, fuck..” You cursed out, gripping his shoulders as you felt pressure building on your abdomen as Changbin connected your lips, his thrusts pointed towards your prostate as he fucks you languidly. His tongue dancing with your own in the moment and affection pouring out of his every touch while your hips didn't know where to rut to — against his hand tight around your cock or against his dick reaching deep inside of you.

As you tried to do both, your eyes shut tight and teeth clench as you spilled strings over Changbin's hand, your abdomen and Changbin's toned abs while he fucks you through your high with breathless grunts.

Beads of sweat pour down the side of his forehead as his hips still at the last second, his cum spilling inside the wrapper as he almost collapsed into you but caught it with his hand at the last second.

He pulled out with lidded eyes, the loud squelch of the lube was audible as he nestled on your side. “Good, Y/N?” he asks, his fingers ghosting around your own but hesitant to wrap it.

You grin with a cloudy mind, fully holding Changbin's hand before bringing it up to your cheek. “Yeah... though– fucking in a outside field isn't on my bucket list.”

He hums amusingly, pulling your hand towards his lips as he kisses the back of your hand. “Sorry bout' that... Heh, too carried away?”

“S' Alright.” you giggle.

“Boyfriends?” You asked, with a raised eyebrow as you stare at his eyes for a second, the red dusting his cheeks perfectly as if he was resembling a shy hare.

Changbin felt ecstatic at the question, nodding with a toothy grin as he pulled you into his embrace.

“Boyfriends.” he says, the warm sun coating the meadow in spring — trees singing out the lullabies and requiems of the moans and grunts from earlier as well as the maple syrup's scent on the leftover plate was enough to set the mood as you both bathe in the afterglow gently.

[datawyrms]

It's Invisobang again!

and again im doing a weird little AU fic that's pretty short but hopefully enjoyable! Make sure to keep an eye out for the amazing art by @snazzydwarf and @chaseacer-ghostedition ! You can read the first chapter here or hustle over to Ao3 :v

It's called A Family in Frost - and Jazz is having a terrible day that a certain Danny dragon will make both better and worse c:

A frozen wasteland. That’s all there was, here. Snow, ice, and an agonizing glare of reflected sunlight she couldn’t escape, no matter the angle. It was funny, in a way. Hilarious. Of course her ‘genius’ parents managed to cook up a spell that messed up SO badly that it not only failed to summon a dragon, but instead sent a human somewhere with zero dragons. Everyone knew the Arctic dragons had been hunted to extinction centuries ago. Yet here she was! In thin cotton clothes, and leather shoes already sodden through.

Fantastic. She always wanted to die horribly in some stupid accident. Jazz shook her head, pretending the constant shudder from the endless cold was all in her mind. Being angry about this wasn’t going to keep her alive. Not much would, to be fair- but she was smart! She could probably remember some spells that might at least keep her warm, or make a signal for help. Or whatever had gone wrong in that stupid experimental trap her parents made might just snap her back where she belonged!

She totally wasn’t completely doomed to drop dead. This was fine. Sort of. It wasn’t, at all. She was doomed. How funny! Her dad always said she had a little brother that got killed by a dragon- but that was a dumb story! To scare her to behave or whatever! It wasn’t as if she remembered any siblings. If she did have some dead brother, maybe she’d say sorry for forgetting him and ask if the ‘dragon’ that killed him was their parents doing something stupid and unsafe too!

Jazz grabbed the sides of her head, pulling at the bright orange hair and using the pain to force herself to just breathe. Breathe the frigid, painful air that made the trembling worse, and her mouth and nose sting. How could she not panic? How could she use that brain of hers to do something other than see the disaster unfolding right in front of her? Positive thinking could only go so far before it was delusional!

So she should think less. More ‘what can I do right now’ and less ‘well I’m still going to starve to death if I don’t freeze’. What she wouldn’t give to have been transported here with a tome. At least she didn’t need to care too much about a magical backfire. It wasn’t like screwing up a spell could make anything significantly worse. It’d probably be quicker than freezing or starving at minimum. Haha. Such an upside to consider! She couldn’t really trust her hands to weave the spell- but there was an endless canvas of snow to use to write it out.

Just focus, Jazz. You can make yourself warm. Then use that time to build a little shelter to keep the warm in for when the magic faltered. No thinking about after that. Just stop the awful daggers of frost and her shuddering bones to start.

The symbols weren’t right, exactly. The shivering made anything even resembling a straight line a challenge. It had to be good enough. Even as the flaws made her brain scream for corrections- she didn’t really have the time to be the perfectionist she was. This was a simple enough use of power that it shouldn’t matter- her intent was incredibly obvious in this awful cold. The normal light blue she generally expected from casting was lost in the overbearing glare of reflected light- but she could feel it work. It still took some time to stop shaking- and feeling warm wasn’t going to stop frostbite, but it was progress. Time to build a little snow shelter. Snow was a good insulator, right? Anything would be better than just sitting exposed like this.

Jazz didn’t really want to waste more of her limited power on moving the snow magically- but trying to dig in with her bare hands made it clear she wasn’t going to make anything close to a shelter that way. Pulling the compacted snow up in solid walls wasn’t something she could manage without a tool.

So her little shelter wasn’t great. It was warmer inside, yes- but it was very small, and very dark if she didn’t leave the hole of an entrance clear. She just didn’t want to risk anything bigger- not if it could make the roof collapse. And she wasn’t going to STAY here that long, so small and minimal use of magic was better, right?

It was just temporary. Until she could think of a real plan. Until someone realized what happened and came to rescue her. That’s why she had to stay there, and not run off or do anything dumb. Like panic, or think too hard about how much danger there was.

Which was difficult, when she didn’t have anything else to focus on. There was the horror of all the empty space outside her tiny shelter, or the claustrophobic darkness inside it. Multiple ways to be disturbed and unsettled! What a lucky learning experience. Okay. So mom and dad’s weird trap was meant to summon a dragon. The transporting part happened- just totally wrong and to a non dragon. Why to here though? What did they mess up to get from ‘specially made circle trap’ to ‘THE ARCTIC TUNDRA’. Not that she’d have enough magic to even try to replicate it, not without amplifier stones or relics.

Being terrified was pretty exhausting. Jazz didn’t think she would be able to sleep, at all. Yet she must have. She would have heard something walk up, instead of freezing in terror at the sound of something scrabbling on the snow outside. Maybe it was one of those little foxes, or an owl. No, it was too loud for that. A bear? That would be her luck. Parents so worried about dragons she got killed by a freaking polar bear.

She didn’t want to give whatever it was a reason to keep trying to get in, but she couldn’t stop the scream when a thick claw dug through the snow and a bright green eye peered in at her. It seemed to glow- and the slitted pupil only made it even more unsettling.

There were NO Arctic dragons left. That was just a fact.

That was a very draconic eyeball leering at her through the claw-dug hole.

Just her luck. Maybe her crackpot parents were right about that whole ‘family is cursed by dragons’ nonsense she’d done her best to ignore. If fate had a throat, she’d try to strangle it.

—--

He wasn’t sure what he expected, really. The smell of magic on the wind had pricked his curiosity. He didn’t really recall the last time he’d even sensed magic that wasn’t coming from him. At least five years? More? Oh. No. Don’t think about that, that just brings the empty feeling back.

So of course he had to poke the weird little snow tower! It wasn’t natural, so of course he had to see if there was something interesting in it, or if it did something. The snow tower did not do anything but prove to be weak to his blunt black claws.

Inside though? The bright orange hair was one thing, but the scream that forced him to back up with a grunt of pain was not fun. Phantom shook his head and laid his short ears back, deep in the thick white fur to block the worst of the sound. Okay so. Someone alive made the silly snow spire! That was new, exciting. Maybe fun? If whatever it was in there stopped making so much noise. He only looked at them!

Well. It did sort of make sense. He was pretty small for a dragon, and the bright haired creature inside was smaller than him. Imagine something that had magic being afraid of him! Ha! If he could look less scary, maybe they’d calm down a bit? Phantom moved in a quick circle before crouching down, pulling his short legs in close and wrapping his tail around himself and pulled his neck in close to the rest of the thick fur that covered his body. There. Warm waiting pose and looked smaller for the scream- thing.

He kept his green eyes fixed forward as he waited. Not moving was easy. He spent a lot of time not moving, honestly. Running all over frozen ground was both a waste of time and just made him hungry. Orange-hair didn’t seem very suited for the weather. No fur, and the pale skin didn’t look very resistant. If those coverings were meant to keep them warm- well they seemed too thin to be much use out here. They were lucky this time of year the sun was always up.

“Shoo!”

Phantom tilted his head at the sound. Wait. Was that meant to scare him off or something?

“Yeah, you! Go on now! Shoo!”

Oh this was way funnier. He tilted his head again, and kept staring.

The little critter obliged his request for more hilarity by getting a bit redder and shouting “I’m not afraid of you! Now go! Git!”

“I’m not afraid of you either, silly.”

That shut them up! He didn’t think those eyes could get any bigger but they sure seemed to look like it. This was the funniest thing he’d seen in years.

“What? Never seen a talking dragon before?” As if there was such a thing as one that didn’t. Pft.

“But you’re all dead!” the voice was higher pitched and wavering now, eyes still staring at him.

Phantom snorted at that, slowly and dramatically looking over his shoulders for something amiss. “Well sorry to disappoint with my ‘being alive’.”

“No! No that’s not what I- arrrgh!” They cut themselves off with a frustrated huff, staring at the snow as if doing that would make him magically forget the stumbling around. “I’m glad apparently humans haven’t just hunted all of your kind to extinction but how? Everyone knows there aren’t any Arctic dragons left!” Frowning, they kept looking at him, eyes narrowing as they started muttering again. “Maybe you aren’t a dragon, and some sort of chimera? Or another magical beast mimicking an extinct species? Or I’ve frozen to death and this is a weird hallucination my brain is making up…”

Right. Humans. That was the name for what they were. Which wasn’t exactly a good thing- what few dragons he did manage to get words out of didn’t usually have the nicest things to say about humans, but this one seemed fine? They weren’t some dragon hunter that wanted to skin him alive or anything. Most importantly, they were the most interesting thing in years, and he wasn’t going to have some ‘oh no humans scary’ stories ruin that for him. “I’m definitely an Arctic dragon. So all your little human books are wrong.”

“Have you been in hiding? For centuries?”

“What? No! Do I look even close to a century old?” Phantom burst out laughing at the very idea, letting out a second, harder laugh when he saw their face.

“How should I know how old an extinct dragon is!”

“Use your eyes? I’m barely taller than you, and you’re puny!” Which is the closest he was going to admit to being pretty small to anyone. Which wasn’t his fault! He was still growing. Probably.

They quieted down after that, rubbing their arms and shaking instead of doing anything interesting. “So what are you going to do, then?”

“Do?” Phantom flicked his ears forward, unsure if he misheard. “What do you mean?”

They didn’t answer him, just shaking. Shivering? Oh. Maybe they were really cold after all, and he’d guessed right about the clothes not being warm enough.

“Um. Like I guess you can stay in your weird little snow tower. That I kinda broke.” He frowned, starting to get up again and shaking his paws to warm them back up. What was he going to do? “Sorry. Err. Do you want to come with me? Since my den is probably warmer than…” he paused, looking at how the snow ‘tower’ he poked a hole in fell over completely “That. Thing you were in.”

“So you can eat me later?”

“Ew? No?” Phantom made a gagging sound, fur bristling at the idea. “I’m not desperate enough to eat something sapient!”

The shivering didn’t stop, but a hint of a smile showed on their face. “So you aren’t a blood thirsty, human devouring kind of dragon?”

His tail flicked, a playful gesture he couldn’t quite suppress. “Rude. Even if I was, you totally wouldn’t be worth the effort of eating! You’re like a stick!”

“I guess I am. You didn’t get that round from eating scrawny little humans after all.”

“I’m not round!” His fur did not help his squawk of indignation, fluffing up so he was more of a cloud than a sleek predator of the tundra. “I’m well equipped to retain heat!”

Instead of being cowed by this, the little human actually walked up and poked the tip of his snout. “Which means being round. It’s the most effective strategy up here, right?”

“Shut upppppp!” Phantom stuck out his tongue and waved his tail- but it was obvious even the human could tell he was just playing along. It was nice to have a friend around here. Especially after so long alone.

[tonberry-yoda]

OMG HIII its saya helicopter anon!

heres another request for crocdad i hope this will be fun for you to write

What if we have caiman as a teen

Who is now shy to express his love like other teens unlike before :')

AYO BRING IN THE SCENARIO

✨kabooms✨

Reader is sad and is experiencing burn out so croc silently tries to comfort her, he is facing the open door from their bedroom and y/n is facing the other side and they are just hugging in silence standing

Awkward teen caiman walks past and sees the whole thing and is concerned for his mom but doesnt know how to help and he was about to sneak away to give them moment, he accidentally held eye contact with his dad

They doing the eyebrow and eye communication yu kno

Croc asks him to stay and comfort his mother andden

Caiman says hell no i can't, ill help you later and was about to walk away when croc goes "CAIMAN?"

Bro dashed away to reply to appear like he wasnt there and was chilling in his room

"YEAH?!"

"GET ME A GLASS OF WATER"

And boom from there croc silently guides caiman to act like a gentleman silently and guides him to comfort y/n

Like get her flowers, hug her, cook her something or something

What a gentlemanman :')

Again, you can take 1% of this idea, maybe it sparked smth or not take this request at all

HAVE A NICE DAYYYY

Just know that Im proud of yu ✨ :)

-🚁

Croc as a Father - Part 8

notes - I AM SO HAPPY THAT I KEEP GETTING THESE! I really love this series and I am so glad that a lot of people really love it too! Helicopter anon, thank you for the amazing idea! I am really glad I am here to write it for you <3 Have a super day and stay hydrated! EDIT: I just finished the fic and this has to be my best one yet! I really need to keep writing this series it is too damn fun! word count - 774 tags - @bari-saxxy

Caiman grew up to be a handsome young man. Dark hair just like his father and eyes just like his mother. But growing up made him harsher too. His goal was to become a warlord, like his father had formally been, so he toughened up a bit. He was tall and skinny, unlike his father, but he dressed just about the same and even slicked back his hair. Rings covered his fingers and through teenage rebellion, he even started smoking cigarettes.

He was a bit more to himself - his only real friend being the bananagator you and your husband had given him for his birthday so many years ago - but he didn't mind because in the end, he was working now and he would always be working to get his goal, no matter what.

None of the changes of your sweet boy bothered you - though you wish he wouldn't smoke in the house so much. But he definitely was his father's son, that was for sure.

What was bothering you, however, was the burnout you had been experiencing lately. Work had really taken a turn for the worse as you and Croc got older and both of you could barely keep up, especially since you were wanted by the Marines. Running and running without a break, you could barely see how your son was doing anymore.

Finally, you had enough.

"Crocodile, I don't want to live like this anymore." you cried, hiccupping on your own tears. You sat on your bed with your face buried in your hands while Crocodile sat on a chair in front of you.

"Darling," he placed his hand on your back and rubbed in circles. "I know you don't. And I don't either, but right now, we don't have a choice."

Caiman was walking past the door to get some breakfast when he heard your sobs coming from the room. He stopped at the door and peeked in. He didn't know what to do. The old Caiman would've immediately ran to your side, but something in him couldn't do that anymore. So he just watched, trying to hide that he was slightly tearing up from hearing you cry. Now that he thought about it, he had never really seen you cry before.

While Crocodile was comforting you, he looked up and made direct eye contact with Caiman, who jumped back a bit. Croc signaled with his eyes for Caiman to come in, but he shook his head.

Before the boy could dash away, Crocodile shouted, "Hey Caiman?!" And smirked.

Caiman ran off and from the other room yelled back, "Yeah?!"

"Could you bring me a glass of cold water please?!"

Caiman groaned under his breath, but reluctantly called back, "Yeah!"

A few minutes later, Caiman came in with a nice glass of cold water and Crocodile pulled up a chair for him. He handed you the water and you thanked him, sniffling.

As you were taking a couple of sips, Crocodile leaned down to Caiman's ear and whispered, "I'm going to clean your mother's work-space so she doesn't feel overloaded. Comfort her, okay?"

"But I don't know how to do that!" he whispered back.

"Make her something to eat. Ask her how she is. You know exactly what to do, Caiman, but you're just too scared to do it. Nothing makes a warlord like a gentleman, okay?"

Caiman just nodded and watched his father walk out of the room. He took a deep breath and ran his hands down his face.

You looked over at your son and went to apologize for crying, but he stopped you.

"What's wrong, mom?" he asked, wrapping a blanket over your shoulders.

"Just a lot going on," you chuckled, wiping your own tears. "Being out on the seas isn't easy."

"Yeah, I know." he laughed.

"Are you sure you're prepared to live like this?" you asked.

"Of course I am. And I am more than willing to help, mom. I don't want you or dad to be stressed out. Just let me know if you need anything. I can't become a warlord without you guys. We're family. I need you."

You teared up. Your son had grown up to be so beautiful.

"Thank you, Caiman." you said, pulling him into your arms.

"Do you want something to eat?" he asked, standing up.

"That sounds wonderful, baby."

He pressed a kiss to your forehead and told you that he loved you all while his father watched with a proud smile through the crack of the door.

You both raised an amazing young man who was bound to do great things, you just knew it.

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2023 @tonberry-yoda – do not repost or claim ANY of my work as your own! likes, reblogs, and comments are not only welcome, but appreciated

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[dearabby1990]

Chapter 17: Just a little something…

Hearing the loud sound of Van Halen coming up the street signals to you that Eddie is close. You grab the bag and scurry to the living room to peek out the window you invited him to dinner at yours tonight dining room table set just for two with candles and wine glasses you spared no expense for the man that made you feel like the most beautiful person on earth. You spent all day cooking and baking making a full roasted chicken dinner with all the fixings & a cake and your moms strawberry jam white chocolate cookies thanking the lord she taught you lots with the short time you did get to have with her. Brushing the wrinkles out of your dress and checking your hair one last time you take a deep breath as the doorbell rings. You open the door to find Eddie smiling looking like a million bucks no jeans this time dress slacks and a white dress shirt noticing he has no tie maybe it was a good gift idea or maybe he hates ties you start to get nervous stepping aside to let him in he hands you a bouquet of red and white roses “Here gorgeous these are for you & by the way you look absolutely breathtaking” with that he takes your hand making you do a full 360 so he can see all of you. He whistles “all this for me princess?” You both blush you take his hand & head to the kitchen to put the flowers in the water next to the ones he got you last time “wow those held up great love” you smile and look down “thanks my mom had a green thumb she always knew how to make them last what felt like forever but you wanna know the best part?” He nodded “after they died she’d save the pedals every time put them in a large hat box inside was this jar she called it her love jar every flower my father ever gave her over 25 years” Eddie notices how you light up talking about her. “She sounded like a beautiful person sweetheart no doubt where you get everything from” Eddie knows what it’s like to lose a parent he also knows what it’s like to have a shit father so he sympathizes with one look you don’t wanna ruin the night & chose to change subjects “I have a surprise for you” his ears peak up like an excited dog “surprise?” You nod “mhmm stay here I’ll be right back” you pad your way to retrieve the gift bag while also grabbing Eddie a beer “no the beer isn’t your surprise goofy here I saw these & they made me think of you & I just had to get them I hope you like them & it’s not stupid” you say nervously “nothing I get from you could ever be stupid” he rests his hand upon your cheek & you lean into the feeling he slowly starts to take the contents out of the bag pulling out the thin black box running his fingers over it he slowly opens it and stares for a moment before taking your hand “thank you princess I love it it’s awesome but what if it doesn’t go with what you’re going to wear?” You smile kissing his hands “but it does that’s what made it even more perfect I found it after I found my dress last week” his eyes light up with excitement “you got your dress already?!” You laugh “yes Eddie i just need a few small things & im all set” you both smile at each other “I wanna see!” You shake your head “uh uh no way it’s gonna be a surprise you’re lucky you need to know the color it’s the maroon on your tie” he huffs “fine you’re lucky you’re beautiful I really wanna see though” at that you hear Eddie’s tummy growl you giggle “I guess it’s time for dinner” you take him to the dining room he sees how much effort you put into this dinner his eyes soften “babe… you did… you did all this for me?…” you grab his chin to look at you “of course I did you deserve it & everything else beautiful in the world Eddie you’re such a wonderful soul & I want you to know how much I care (you wanna say love but are too afraid) about you I’m not so good with words so I have to find other ways to tell people how I feel” with that he pecks your cheek & you both sit at the table to enjoy an evening just the two of you.

[imonthemoonitsmadeofcheese]

hi im gonna write a drifteris fic (with different names) for a creative writing contest but i desperately need a prompt, you are The Drifteris Person™ and i would trust you with my life so please do you have any prompt recommendations 😭

I do not know when I became the Drifteris person but, while I feel unworthy of the title, I will try my very best to give you something lovely.  If at some point in future you wish to share what you've written I would love to read it.  Anything I can do to increase the amount of Drifteris in the world delights me intensely.

Here's a bunch of story ideas for things I might write some day that you (and anyone else who wants) are free to use (ideas are not stories - take them, use them, write your thing and revel in the glory that is human creativity).  Some are quite unoriginal, but the thing about writing is if you get too original no one can relate to it, so always give yourself permission to do something that's already been done.  Only you can write a thing like you.  No matter what the base idea is, the actual writing is still your own.

Specifically set in Beyond Light: Europa (because I feel robbed we did not get enough of those two in BL - for research, watch the awesome cutscene: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IAD6E_vESJY&t=18s or the videos of their conversations with the player by the fire)

Exo Stranger is busy and there's a strange signal so they go investigate

They find something in an ice cave

Why did they leave Europa? (We just showed up one week and they were gone - maybe there was a specific reason that caused them to run off?)

There is a blizzard and one of them is late coming back from a patrol so the other goes out looking for them

Ice fishing gone wrong

Snowball fight

Scenes from learning how to use/practicing Stasis

More generic anytime/anywhere:

One calls the other after waking up from a bad dream

"Saw this, thought of you." (bonus points if it seems vaguely insulting on the surface but is actually really sweet)

Cooking lessons

Pick a location in the game, think of a reason for Eris to want to investigate something there and drag the Drifter along in a similar manner to the Eidolon Pursuant clothing ( https://www.ishtar-collective.net/categories/eidolon-pursuant-suit-warlock?highlight=eidolon+pursuant )

The Drifter takes Eris fishing to one of the fishing spots in game (why does she go with him?  she lost a bet? or perhaps she asked him to take her fishing and he's nervous about them getting shot? so many possibilities!)

Drifter shows up on the Moon having fixed something for her (maybe he stole it and she didn't know he had it? maybe she asked him to fix it so he made it better?  maybe she didn't know it was broken?  maybe he broke it?)

She shows up to the Annex because he asked her to come look at something he found after one of the Salvage operations on Titan (and of course he never mentioned it to anyone because Drifter be like that)

Immaru says some shit to Eris and gets bullied (the possibilities are endless - I support more Immaru bullying in the world) 

Eido asks Eris about something the Drifter once said to her and wants an explanation of what that 'human custom' means (it is of course something Drifter-terrible - or maybe not - perhaps it’s emotionally revealing and he never expected Eido to notice never mind ask about it - you decide!)

Ikora asks Eris to investigate something in a lost sector and Eris brings the Drifter along (or the Drifter finds out Eris is going and shows up uninvited - I love lost sectors - they're such interesting bits of the game and easy to explore for research purposes after you've cleared them out)

Go in game to one of their locations (Annex or the Moon or Athenaeum...) and wander around looking at the details.  Find something intriguing.  Have one of them ask the other what it is and why it's there (why the hell does Eris have Hive eyeballs floating in her bowl in the Athenaeum?  Seriously... what is she even doing with that?)

Sometimes I just go stand beside Drifter in the Annex or Eris on the Moon and listen to their idle diaogue and then go “I wonder what that was all about.  There’s a story in there!” and get inspired.

I will stop now or I'll just keep going on forever.  I would love to read any/all of these.  Please write them.  I may write them too at some point but that’s ok.  There’s no such thing as too much Drifteris.

[matttheallertor125]

Introducing this big foamer idk.

(Or maybe avgeek idk)

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HEY YOU! YES YOU!

You came to the right place buddy

Hey this is MattTheAllertor125 but i like to be called GFB12 so uh hello introducing me, what i basically do here is just take pictures but also draw!

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What im into: Trains, CD Sirens, Airplanes, Fighter airplanes, Helicopters, Anime, Omori, Pressure, Art, Film/Photography, Yapping, Memes, animations, Gaming, Basketball, Streamers, Music,

Fav choo choo trains idk: Ge dash8/9, Ge ac4400cw, Ge ac6000cw, Ge gevo, Emd sd40-2, Emd sd45, Emd sd60, Emd sd70, Emd sd90mac Ge genesis, Emd f40ph.

Fav Sirens: Aca Allertor 125, Cyclone, Banshee, Screamer, Penetrators, Aca Alertronic (4000, 8000, 6000R), Asc Tempest-128/135ac/dc, E-class. Federal signal Thunderbolt, 2t22, Eows series (612 and 1212 to be exact), Modulator/B, Sd-10.

Fav Airplanes: Airbus a330/a330neo, Airbus a340, Airbus a350, Airbus a380, Boeing 747, Boeing 767, Boeing 777, Boeing 787 dreamliner, Airbus A320/A320neo family, Boeing 757.

Fav airlines: Delta, Us airways, Air France, Emirates, Japan airlines, Thomas Cook, Air Canada, Etihad, Singapore airlines, Lufthansa, Ita airways, Cathay Pacific, Qantas, United airlines, Air Transat, KLM, Garuda Indonesia.

Fav Omori character: Mari.

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Info about me!

The name is matt (im not showing my entire name just call me matt, thats all!)

Joined tumblr: 6/4/2024

B-day: 4/26

Age: 14

He/him

Based in Texas, Usa

Fav color: red

Disorders: Autism (yeah just autism, i dont have others such as adhd, bipolar or whatever else idk, so you might wanna be patient cuz i sometimes may not understand things!)

Sexuality: None.

Fav music genre: Rock/metal, rap.

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Rules!

Big yes to them!

Drawings

Pictures

Ships

Requests

Scars (including cuts, wounds, bleeding)

Edits!

Chubby/fat (Has to be appropriate)

Memes!

Cuddles

Oc

Aesthetics

Bonuses idk

Real people

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No bueno!

Nsfw

No promoting your stuff here! (Something thats explicit or erotic or 18+ related stuff or self-promoting)

Pro ships

Fetishes

Abuse (only if appropriate)

Nudes (Would be censored if it used for artistic

Bad criticism

Racism

Bad trolling

Loli (seriously that would get me in trouble but im also a minor so still :/ )

Lgbtphobic (Dont support lgbtq obviously but not gonna judge cuz thats obviously rude)

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Do not use my art or pics without permission or crediting me! If you dont ask or credit me, i will report you for using my art or pics without permission or crediting me.

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Violating the no bueno! Rules will result you to get a warning from me! If you violate it, youll be permanently blocked from me! You will never come back to my blog for the rest of your life cuz well.. that's your punishment.

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Materials i use!

Sketch book (sometimes or rare now use it)

Apple pen

Procreate (would them be ibis paint x sometime)

Ipad (the tablet where my drawing would now be made from)

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Favorite ships: SunBurn, HeroMari.

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These goats im a big fan of:

@ang3l-d1nn3r (my friend) @xxl1ghtxx @shrimperini @omocat @dreamybasil

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My life as a artist and inspiration for making fanart!

It all started when i was 3, i remember ive been drawing a lot of stickmans cuz they just were very easy to draw and it was like some kind of "stickman stories or fantasy idk?" And i seen to end up enjoying it but not only that, i would later draw sirens and other stuff i was fascinated to, and i kept drawing stickmans until later on i then would finally get my braincells to regenerate and make myself more mature, i stopped drawing stickmans all the time, i started to get into oc! And other kinds of art style and i would as of today draw whatever i had a idea on my head for the near future and many more years to come!

Inspiration

I saw a fanmade animation of where a video is called aging which was a edit from a youtuber named whoamiedits

This is what it looks like:

I saw that video but i didnt clicked on it cuz idk whats about to happen there, i was just more into anime and i didnt know what that video was, it was like somekind of randon animation, that was my first thing i saw something related to omori before joining the fandom and i saw it to this day and i was like "wait that video looks familiar to me" it was back in 2021 when i saw it and omori was like 1 years old, but then after joining the fandom after watching a mclovin video but omori version and i seen to enjoy the fandon, i was a big kny fan by the time, and theres was very popular stuff going on in the fandom, but when did i got into omori fanart? It all started with the first ever one i posted, i originally used it for my art class i then i did not recognize.... I actually made a actual omori fanart and that surprised me! So then i decided to make more! And it made me happy and even thanks to art class, it also helped me more! And it was a great piece of thing I will ever do I will still make art to this day and thats where are are today!

Alright enough yapping me :/

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So thats all theres more art im gonna make and other stuff so, you reached the end! Thanks for reading and enjoy! :)

Credit: BunnYui, Source: Amino apps

2024 GevoFanBoy12 (MTA125)

ButterMachineGaming Never broke while flying through the skies.

It is possible to fly without motors, but not without knowledge and skills.

- wilbur wright of the wright brothers.

[osakafromazumangadaioh]

(This is a post I made on my cohost a lil while ago, I lightly edited it for clarity)

You've seen this post about Hidamari Sketch right? It's kind of famous, at least it is to me. If you can't click through to see the link text here it is.

Remember how Hidamari Sketch aired during the DTV transition, and SHAFT knew exactly what to do with the new real estate for the widescreen version?

This was a fact that bounces around in my brain like a DVD screensaver. Hidamari Sketch aired in Japan between January and March 2007 during the DTV transition and they prepared two versions for broadcast, one that was HD 16:9 and one that was SD 4:3. I've heard of things going wrong during this transition like the shot of Mugi getting cropped out in the 4:3 broadcast version of K-On but this time period isn't super well researched in the admittedly small digging I did.

So it makes sense that a studio during this time would make these changes right? Your show is going to appear in two very different formats, you're going to want to make sure it looks fine in both. Anyway I was reading the replies of this post one morning and I read one that gave me pause.

This started me researching the analog to digital transition in Japan which I won't get into here but long story short, yes it did air during the analog to digital transition. There was an analog digital simulcast of both signals in Japan that started in about 2003 and ended in 2012 when all analog transmissions were shut down. So there was a period where broadcasters were putting out both HD 16:9 and SD 4:3 to serve people/areas who had not made the jump to the digital signal.

But it got me thinking, some people in the replies were talking about not being able to find proof that it aired in 4:3. Chances are they just didn't know where to look. Anyway I just looked on nyaa and lo and behold.

So I had the original broadcast versions of season 1 and 2 in 4:3. (i was unsure what the second torrent would be, it didn't have any information in the description and "TV broadcast" could have been the 16:9 broadcast bc there was a simulcast but it was the 4:3 version).

Anyway I was curious if there were any other changes, I kind of doubted that there were since it's already a lot of effort to produce two different versions of scenes but maybe there was something that the person that put together the original comparison missed.

If you, like me, believed the truth of that original post I'm about to tell you Santa Claus is not real. I compared these with the BD and found 2 of the frames from the original post. (the other I presume is from the first episode of season one also). And, they're,,, cropped from the 16:9 version.

In hindsight this makes perfect sense, I know sometimes they will redraw or reanimate certain scenes for the blurays because production is sometimes very fucked and they don't have the time to make things to their usual standards but if you're working for TV schedules why would you give yourself more work to do?

I'm sorry im sure this is interesting only to me but "Shaft redrew the wide character shots for HD during the DTV transition" is something that had the same veracity in my brain as, water is wet and i thought about it about as often. Two things make this very funny.

The image is cropped from what I assume is the original which makes it more obvious that it was a joke.*

the person that made that edit (presumably on 2ch or a/ on 4ch) didn't like, make the entire image 4:3 they popped the background out so it wouldn't appear squished. Which is such an insane effort post that you still see people go, oh yeah no it has to be real no one would go to the effort to do that. (read this post, people go to insane lengths for zero reward all the time)

I cooked up a very quick comparison in photopea to show what I mean. At this point it's trivial to remake the background, it's just a repeating pattern anyway.

*I would love to tell which is older but google recently changed how reverse image search works and it doesn't show you pages with the list of dates of when that page was last crawled so it's a little hard to figure out and I don't want to spend a bunch of time figuring out an alternative. So whoever cropped out the obvious joke part is one of histories greatest pranksters in the relatively small pond of people that give a shit about slice of life anime. tl/dr two people, the person that made the original image and the person that cropped off the obvious joke part have combined their efforts to fully prank me 10 years later and I don't think anyone else I've told about this has felt owned or surprised to the same extent as me so I feel like histories greatest fool here

[chariaki]

Domesticity with your lover<33

Osamu!! is such a chill guy, like he has these cool, mature and hot vibes. He can also get all fiery, but mostly with tsumu, and when someone insults something and/or someone he cares for.

Im thinkin' your often grocery shopping with him and its always in the late evening, like 9 or 10pm haha, because it just feels nice. And y'all would always have your pet or maybe even a cute plushie sit on that little seat on the big cart while you guys talk ab9ut food on your list, prepping for osamu's yummy delicasies, and new recipies!

And one moment he'd be looking at the fruits and veggies section, and you just suddenly sneak out of his side to quickly run to the chocolates and candy isle to grab a crap ton of goodies, using the excuse: "but babyyyyy, its advance preparation for halloween 😎" proudly saying it while samu's just rolling his eyes, and goes "but babe- it's almost january." and you're like- "i knoww!! I'm excited already!!"

Osamu is used to this, so he goes: "fine, but that means i get to pick our matching halloween costume."

"Yayyyy!"

AND, you all obviously know that our baby Samu is excellent at cooking, but in yoy relationship, you're better at him in baking!!!

So, its 11pm, and you both are listening to lovely songs, all cuddled up under the blankets with the cold air hitting your skin. As comfy as it gets, you still can't sleep, the same for Osamu, apparently.

That's why, as a night owl, the sudden surge of productiveness and excitement has been reflected onto you, and spreaded to osamu haha, that's basically how you guys are now in you kitchen in 11:08pm baking cookies, for the new year!

In cooking, osamu is the ever so good looking head chef and you're his exquisite nad lovely assistant and aprentice, but in baking, you are the elegant patisserie, and he, your charming assistnat, and aprentice.

As you mix the bowl osamu just stands there hugging you in the back, doing nothing but watching you contently and you're like-"why are you just standing there 😭", and he uses the excuse "I'm observing you, so i know what to do 🙄"

You are both adorable having your cute matching aprons, with your boyfriend having flour on his face, and you in a cute messy bun and headband, osamu, too has a headband for his bangs, and as the both of you laugh and bake together in the midst of a late weekday evening, the oven ringed "ding", also coincidently signaling the strike of 12am- midnight.

Osamu kissed you

"I wouldnt mind spending my whole life with you."

You giggled, "I love you too, Osamu"

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Merry Christmas my lovelies, and happy new yearrr!!!!!!!

I'm sorry for not updating frequently, I was in my lazy writing era, cuz i wanted to use my Christmas break for netflix, eat, sleep, travel hahaah.

Anyways, hoped you loved this, and manifesting a good new year for all of you<33

Love,

Chariaki 💕🌼

[ashtxrie]

okay so the debate....

i cooked but my team lost because the kid that i was paired with started tearing up midway through

his crunchy perm started shaking and his face was turning red and all his refutes were "NUH UH" i was so embarrassed

im so glad i lost because now i dont have to deal with him fr

STOPP NOO you deserved that win vanya i’m sorry yet another man let you down </3 but ur right maybe that’s for the better because not the crunchy perm… those descriptions had me visualizing something that should have glaring warning signals to anyone at a 50 mile radius

that reminds me of when i was paired up with someone for mock trial two years ago and he beefed with the judge AND witness simultaneously so hard by saying “OBJECTION HEARSAY: HOW DID YOU KNOW YOU WERE SCARED” like to this day i still have no idea what he was on lmao TT

[hatgame]

UMUMUM *shakes sputters shakes sputters*

HI IM THAT ANON THAT REQUESTED U DRAW MOONJUMPER THAT ONE TIME *i still cry in happiness abt that everyday btw thank you!!!*

BUT UHH...CANN U TELL ME MORE ABT UR THOUGHTS ON SWEETENED DEAL? (Snatcher x Cooking Cat) I THINK ITS REALLY CUTE OKAY BYE THANK YOU! *peddles away on my Dora big wheel bike*

oh hello :) im glad you liked that drawing! & sure ^_^ glad you like it too

i commonly see it interpreted as snatcher n cc acting as hats parents and while that's sweet its not how i see it at all. i like them a lot more as her adult friends who take care of her every now and then but ultimately leave and trust her to handle her stuff, not taking that much responsibility. im not sure what thatd entail but older sibling snatcher (to hat) is kind of fun i guess. EMPRESS IS BOWS AUNT FOREVER THOUGH this im hellbent on.

ok i think i wanna talk about how ccs relationship w hat n snatcher developed. i always thought of cc as someone hat is the most verbal with, relying everything that's happened to her to him. while enthralled, proud and concerned, i dont think ccs that protective of her, hes shown to be much less responsible than people usually write her as tbh. she trusts hats capabilities n skills but still definitely recognizes that she is a child in need of support, and shes certainly warm and affectionate with her, but at the same time its not intruding or obligate, like a parents affection.

i think cc would be somewhat intrigued by what's up w snatcher because their behavior is so puzzling, probably especially so from hats retellings. once snatcher becomes a regular on hats ship (not his territory=cant assert hinself as much as he does in forest), where they probably meet, i dont think shed be intimidated at all, because i dont honestly think hed try to create that impression (it certainly didn't in the cut cafe scene. like, youd expect them to force someone to pay for them, but they're just kinda docile. they cant even get the people around them to answer their question lol)

i think snatchers like immediately completely pacified by ccs presence. i dont think theyd speak at all either. its lije those silent films where you have to rely on expressions and body language to tell what means what. its a little funny abd disarming because its clear they DO want to get something across, and thats a friendly gesture. it signals engagement abd cintact being established. snatcher would probably struggle with non scripted speech so this sort of communication would probably feel the least threatening. also would add to their already strange and interesting image in ccs mind

while idk how likely snatchers would be to actually do that ive been imagining him curling up in the pillows and napping only to wake up to cc sleeping either on top of or near them, since cuddle piles are probably common among cats + ccs impulsive. they probably would straight up forget to react. maybe they wake up to cc kneading them, make eye contact. one of them remembers cat social cues and slow blinks. other one slow blinks back. snatcher lies back down allowing itself to be kneaded. cc lies down on it. it changes position to be closer to it. not a single word said the whole time. its never brought up again but not forgotten.

uhh if they do eventually begin dating and hats there to witness it she probably wouldnt care much. bow would go awwwww Aawww though. mu is disappointed in ccs taste but probably warms up to snatcher eventually since they have a lot in common + snatcher mu friendship real and important to me

Ok this is not all but ill stop now. hope you enjoyed :) thank you for the ask. i really really loved dora the explorer as a kid

[whatmoredoyouwangfromme]

Me: wants to make another afterlife story but can only have ideas for Lizzie and gets stuck on everyone else.

sad.

here have a short story of Raccoon Lizzie and her sorta parent sorta abducted pet

there was an old red brick building.

It once was a popular apartment building, but something happened and soon it wqs abandonned. No story could ever agree on why.

Some said a spirit killed inhabitants. Some said the floors fell through.

All that Humy knew was that it had been so thorougly abandoned that his daughter managed to completly rebuild the interior without anyone even noticing.

Daughter? The villager snorted, as he turned the page, amused at himself. When did the small pink haired raccoon hybrid become his daughter?

Maybe when she first grabbed his sleeve and dragged him away from his group of..

Well he wasnt sure what to call them, but they hadnt been friends.

Or it had been when she started calling him Humy, or more likely it was when she modified his room so he had more room, or when she ran to him, crying after she heard a thunderstorm.

All he knew was that he was now Humy, and his daughter was a pink haired racoon hybrid, who wore big oversized hoodies with racoon inspired hoods, and striped leggings instead of pants. Who’s tail bushes up when she got scared, and often needed broken branches picked out of her hair. And who tried to find a way to understand him, despite him being mute and her illiterate. And who loved his cooking, despite the fact he knew it was absolutely horrible and his famous suspicious soup could probably kill most people.

“HUMY! Im home!” A voice called from downstairs. Humy laughed silently and tapped his foot on the floor, signaling where he was to his daughter

“I found some things that would go great with your stew! And a weird looking apple.” She continued, her voice moving around downstairs, likely going through her chests. Lord only knows how she could find anything in that disorganized mess.

“Also! Some weird hot guy tried to talk to me!”

That made Humy pause. Lizzie was rarely spotted when she was on trash runs.

“Like. He was on fire. It was very warm around him. He called me c.. cuuu.. i dont remember how he pronounced it but it was like.. kyoot?! Kyot? Kyutee? Dont remember. Do you know what that word means Humy?”

The former villager breathed out through their nose heavily, and tapped the floor once.

“You do?! Oh I wish you could tell me what it means. Is it an insult?”

Two taps.

“Well good! If he was insulting me without me knowing that’d be even ruder than just insulting me! I would have to find him and punch him.”

Humy laughed to himself, as the pink haired raccoon hybrid came up to the library. She quickly curled up on Humy’s lap, making him move his book.

“Wake me up when it’s closer to diner time.” She announced, and promptly fell asleep.

Humy smiled, and turned the page again.

[maisondrew]

11:02PM

I woke up. Unfortunately. I can’t find my phone, and i know i fucked myself over. the dark is never credible enough as it is that way every day from 4 oclock. the overwhelming silence however, is the real tell. Still in my work shirt and boxers, i start scanning my bed with my arm like a boat sonar device. Once located, i check the damage. i had told myself id go home from work, change, maybe eat, and have a night at chapters. roam the store and finally get my hands on eckhartt’s book. But it was as though I had gotten home, and went unconscious. I barely recall my day, or things leading up to this nap. I must have placed my head on my pillow and immediately entered REM. I kept dreaming about the stupid fucking bracelet, the club shoots, and being where i wanted to be. But lately its been getting harder and harder to be awake, or do anything at all. Once i got out of bed, i went up to see if anyone was awake. mom and dads room was on, but they were both knocked out. I removed moms glasses, arranged her pillow, and turned off the light. 

“PSSSSST PSSSSST PSSSSSST”, the loudest, most conspicuous sounds coming out of tetas dark room. Seeing her arm signal me in the dark, I go give her a hug. “i love you so much, you have no idea, you stupid son of a bitch, you little shit” she says. “i love you too teta”. “go get my purse” she says, indicating she wants to give me money. “teta its almost midnight” her method of coping with dementia is constantly giving everyone money. “dont be annoying, get me my bag”. Blatantly ignoring the demand i say “goodnight teta” and close her door. Sitting on the living room couch, i sit contemplating to eat. Im not hungry, but i havent been eating anything, and at this point im just doing it to make sure i survive a bit. She comes out, bag in her hand “YOU ARE TAKING THIS MONEY”. The best way around these situations, is to comply, and sneak things back into her belonging without her noticing. My conscious is cleared, her money is in her possession, and shes happy thinking she gave me something. Thats what happens, she hands me the money, while she turns around, i leave it on her night stand, tell her thank you and leave. She comes back out. “what are you doing” she asks, “im going to eat i think”. “okay im coming” she says. Teta and I going down for a midnight snack together. I turn on the lights so she sees where to go and she freaks out, afraid mom is going to wake up. throwing hand signals, frustrated, i tell her its okay, who cares. her reaction and fear reminded me of mel and i being afraid of mom when getting snacks in the middle of the night. we used to go to bed hiding pita bread under the pillow so we can snack on it during the night and panic if we heard movement coming from their bedroom. Teta is so unfortunately bored. She just wants to spend time with me, even if it meant getting food at midnight. This came with the random, but somehow necessary casual shitting on me for not going to church, but it was nice to have her company. Not finding any left overs in the fridge, she suggests me to make eggs but im not feeling it. Not down to cook anything or make anything crazy, i decide to make cup noodles, and soft boiled eggs, adding fresh shallots and carrots to make it slightly gourmet. while prepping, she munches on a wafer bar, cookies, and baked pita bread and quietly says “i think im gonna go try to get some sleep now” 

[whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump]

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

OK

First of all: two posts in two days?!?? Please teach me your ways / we are so blessed

Second-fiftieth of all:

He nudges it with his hip—a little too hard, accidentally—and has to catch it with his foot before it hits the wall.

I fucking adore little things like this, it’s SO hard to do in writing, showing a characters personality without directly telling or using dialogue. The message is received! (The message I got is “Sebastian is a lovable clumsy doofus” and I cannot fucking wait for Jaime to get that too)

Jaime starts to shake his head, then pinches his eyes shut and clears his throat.

His training is so strong he struggles even nonverbally saying no I am going to CRY

but at least he doesn’t wait for explicit permission. That’s a small win.

IT IS !!!

Jaime takes another small bite, and Sebastian takes some small comfort in watching it happen, seeing at least one of his needs met.

Going fucking feral over this.

but you could also probably put raw coffee beans in a cup of room temperature water and I’d drink it in a pinch.”

He is so, “you could dump soup in my lap and I’d apologize!” coded

I end up running out of time for anything more than a granola bar on the way out the door.”

Oh Sebastian…maybe this contract thing can be good for you too. (What’s that? Caretaker forced to take care of themselves to take care of whumpee? My favorite trope??)

“So now you know what I like. And what about you?”

Sebastian I am in love with you !

Feeling useful is going to be the one safety net he has at first. You shouldn’t take that away from him completely, even with the best of intentions.

You know what that is an excellent point.

His shoulders stiffen slightly and he looks directly into Sebastian’s eyes, signaling that he is listening.

Ok this is breaking my heart. That he only feels safe to look people in the eyes as yet another show of subservience. Ok yeah sure no yeah I’m fine.

"Two, if you’re making something for me, I want it to be because you’re already making something for yourself."

IM GONNA SOB I LOVE THEM

But he’d like to meet you, when you’re ready, and I think it would be a good idea, too.”

Oh god dammit. Oh god damn we were so close. Holdy put in her reblog that Sebastian went to the Luke Bennet school of possible threats of noncon and first of all that’s hilarious and second of all it’s TRUE

But Jaime can suddenly smell his friend’s cologne so clearly, can feel the cold bathroom tile under his bare feet and under his knees, and remembers exactly what it feels like to be introduced to a Keeper’s friend.

Ok don’t mind me just picking up pieces of my heart from the floor. No please proceed.

Nice guys wait until no one is looking.

STOP IM ALREADY HEARTBROKEN FUCK

Sebastian goes back to work tomorrow.

Jaime gets to be alone!! Alone and protected and hopefully feeling safe!! :,)

He casts a look at a sheepish Jaime, who is clutching both arms over his stomach with reddening cheeks.

Blushing Jaime is my favorite sorry <3

“Wanna try that cooking together thing we talked about earlier?”

!!!!!!!!!!!

For a moment, Sebastian thinks about offering him a hand up from the couch, then thinks better of it and keeps his hands at his side.

!!!!!!!! Why did this give me a heart palpitation. One day Sebastian!!

“I can help you make a list,” he affirms.

:D

but Sebastian already promised himself he wouldn’t subject Jaime to the diet of a sad bachelor just because that’s what he’s used to himself.

Caretaker taking better care of themself so they can care for whumpee!!! YEAHHHH

It wasn’t until we started having lunch together in the clinic that I even felt the need to keep groceries stocked in the kitchen.”

!!!!!! And he said it!!! Jaime gets to know!! And hopefully feel less guilty and maybe even happy !!

In the reflection of the window in front of him, Sebastian can almost convince himself he sees a small smile.

I WILL LIVE IN THAT DELUSION TOO PLEASE

He remembers thinking it was the first time he’d ever seen Jaime look content.

!!!!!!!! I’m gonna cry

“I liked what you used to play in your office. At the clinic,”

:D AND HE ADMITTED A LIKE IM SO HAPPY

There is less pressure to fill the silence when there isn’t any.

perfect no notes

Jaime takes the helm at the stove almost instinctively. He seems content to be there, so Sebastian doesn’t argue.

<3

“I like cooking.”

Will I ever stop losing it when Jaime freely admits something about himself that could be used against him, inherently expressing some small level of trust in Sebastian? No, no I will not.

He wonders when the last time was that Jaime got to run freely.

Same, and my heart is broken again.

“You would let me run?”

…I gotta go lay down. YOU WOULD LET ME RUN ?!?!! 😭

“And you would… come with me?”

AND HED COME WITH YOU !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭😭

They let the music claim the room once again. The next time Sebastian glances his way, Jaime’s finger is tapping against the spoon.

How did you find the perfect ending to a perfect piece 😭

Two Way Street

Part of Do No Harm. Takes place after this chapter. 

WARNINGS: BBU/BBU-Adjacent, lots of talk around food, references to past noncon, fear of future noncon, trust issues

Sebastian knocks twice, waiting for an affirmative sound on the other side before opening the bedroom door. He nudges it with his hip—a little too hard, accidentally—and has to catch it with his foot before it hits the wall. Somehow, he just manages to keep the two plates balanced in his hands and shoots Jaime a sheepish smile.

“Hey,” he says. “I made breakfast. Um. Well, I guess it’s brunch, now. Sorry about that. Do you like egg sandwiches?”

Jaime looks up at him from where he sits against his bed—on the floor instead of the mattress itself, and Sebastian wonders if he should add another talk about the furniture allowances to his list. One crisis at a time.

“Do you mind if I sit with you for a bit?”

Jaime starts to shake his head, then pinches his eyes shut and clears his throat. “No. I don’t mind.”

He sinks down onto the floor beside him and hands Jaime a plate. Jaime seems to watch him for a cue, waiting until Sebastian has taken his first bite before allowing himself to pick his sandwich up, but at least he doesn’t wait for explicit permission. That’s a small win.

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