#*joining but i don't to retype it

[bunnyreaper]

𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖘 𝔞 𝔰𝔬𝔞𝔭 𝔪𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝖕𝖙 1 — 𝖕𝖙 2 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 wc - 5.7k warnings - 18+/nsfw, dom sub dynamic, eventual romance/smut, medium burn? notes - first part of my owner!soap x pet!reader, woohoo! i already regret writing something centered around texting and calling lmao, crying!! the formatting is killing me!! anyway, also on ao3! and if you wanna send a request, pls do! ♥

Lonely girl looking for owner. 

Posting on this subreddit again was probably a mistake—but a deep-down part of you clings to the hope that this time will be the time you find someone, the time you get to go home to him. 

At least this time, you'll be better at spotting the signs right off the bat—if only you can take off the rose-tinted glasses long enough to take note.

Your inbox is flooded with the usual kinds of messages—unsolicited pictures, low-effort one-sentence wonders, and so-called doms jumping straight to the part where they call you a nasty whore with no actual consideration for the person you are. 

You're just about to give up, delete the post, and ignore all chat requests when a message arrives in your inbox. 

From: squeakycleanscot 

Subject: Lonely guy looking for girl

Hi,

Saw your post and knew I had to message. You sound like everything I'm looking for and more.

I'm a little younger than the age you put on your post, but I think I fit your other requirements. I'm 27, Scottish (yes, with the accent), and in the army, I hope that's a turn-on rather than a turn-off.

When I'm not deployed, I like cosy nights in, preferably with my love by my side. Don't mind a night at the pub either, especially if there's a Celtic match on, not that anywhere near here shows them. 

I'm looking for something longer term like you mentioned (would love to collar my girl one day, which is probably ironic considering I'm a wee bit scared of dogs.)

Happy to send a picture if you'd like :) 

Hope to hear from you soon, 

Johnny.

Johnny. 

You reread the message, turning his words over in your mind. 

Something about his message has your attention—it at least suggests he has a brain in his head and a heart capable of empathy, and that maybe he's serious. 

You begin typing your reply instantly, your fingers moving so fast you have to type and retype so many parts to rid the message of all of the overexcited mistakes.

hi johnny, 

scottish?! is it bad im already imagining how your dirty talk will sound? 

it's funny, i always wanted to join the army growing up, but it never worked out. maybe it's for the best as now i'm not immune to enjoying a hot man in uniform... which I'm assuming you are ;) 

cosy nights in are my favourite too! I'm a bit of a homebody and love being snuggled up more than anything. i have to let you know in advance that you have some stiff competition in the form of my giant teddy bear, barnaby. 

i'm looking for something longer term too, or at least not a one night kind of thing—a collar one day would be the dream <;3 

if you send a picture, ill send one back, nothing sexy just yet though, if that's okay? 

have you met up with someone off here before? just curious about your experiences! 

y/n

As soon as the message is sent, the overthinking kicks in—was that too much? Is he going to think you're weird? 

You shuffle in bed, turning over between the sheets and trying to flick through other apps as you wait for a reply—otherwise, you'd just be staring at the notifications bar waiting for that silly little robot face to pop up. 

Johnny doesn't leave you waiting long, only a few minutes passing from your last message.

Maybe you'll find out sooner rather than later just how my dirty talk sounds ;) 

I tried to sneak in before I was old enough, but they caught on. Served since I was 18 though, you'll have a lot of stories ready from me if you're ever willing to listen. Not sure if the uniform is anything like you're thinking though, in my unit it's mostly just t-shirts, tac vests and trousers. 

I'll prepare my best snuggling arms for if we ever meet. You should inform Barnaby now about his replacement, mind. 

Can't not send a sexy photo though, sorry lass, all my pictures are. I'm sure you understand, lol

Haven't met anyone, had a few conversations but nothing worth pursuing, and had kind of given up until I saw your post. 

His message is the perfect mix of sexy, sweet, and sincere—and if that is the essence of the man, you know he's everything you're looking for. 

You try not to think too hard about a hot Scottish accent calling you all your favourite names or telling you exactly what to do, or even those stories he has to tell, as the idea is all too exciting. 

Reading his message, you instinctively reach out to pat Barnaby when you see he may end up replaced—hopefully the poor bear will understand when he has to vacate the bed for this sexy soldier man. 

looking forward to it. can I start putting in requests now for bedtime stories too?

i still wanna see, maybe in your sexy-not-sexy pic? 

barnaby will be devastated by the news, and you may have to give him hugs too (but not for too long, or i'll get lonely!!!)

same here, about things not going anywhere... or people turning out to be a bit scary, so you're not allowed to let me down, okay? 

Maybe the last part of the message was too much, but your heart is already soaring with unbridled hope—along with that hope comes doubt too. 

Each second waiting for a reply drags, and you take to re-reading his messages and clicking on his profile to investigate. 

It's largely empty of posts, but there are tons of comments across different communities—including his aforementioned football team, r/Scotland, and eyebleach. 

Clearly, he's a softie at heart. 

When his next message comes through, it's an Imgur link with a short message. 

Here we go, a few months old though now. Don't have anything more recent from work :) 

You take a moment or two to steady yourself before you tap the link. While you definitely feel like you and Johnny have already started to click, if he's not your type then it probably won't go anywhere... 

It's a situation you've been in before—great conversation, similar interests but no physical attraction, and back then you didn't have the heart to break it off straight away.

You tap the link and are greeted by a full-body shot of a tall, well-built man in tactical clothes. His hair is a neatly trimmed mohawk, and while his face isn't crystal clear, he's clearly fucking handsome. His biceps bulge from the gray tee stretched over his torso, his large hands are covered with gloves and grasping a gun.

Your eyes trail to his long legs, thick thighs encased in camo and strapped with various holsters. All in all, the picture is perfect. You find yourself zooming in desperately to get a better look at his face, the handsome jaw lined with stubble that you can already imagine between your legs. The whole image and every new detail has you squirming in your bed, and cheekily wishing to save the image to your phone.

holyfwucj 

holy fuck 

Like what you see? 

i need a hug from you urgently. 

now i feel shy... 

It had crossed your mind ever so slightly that Johnny may be out of your league, or that he simply may not be attracted to someone like you, which would be a complete shame. Now you've set eyes on him, you want him even more—want to kneel at those feet and stare up at his hulking figure while he tugs on a leash around your neck. 

Hopefully, just like you, he'll be smitten from the first glance. 

Scrolling through your camera roll, you decide you don't exactly love any recent photos of yourself. The ones at your last work event have you looking far too corporate, and the only image from your last night out was taking in a bathroom mirror in the local Wetherspoons—neither of which is ideal. 

You crawl out from the warmth of your sheets, kneeling on the end of the bed and posing as you point your camera in the mirror that sits across the room and captures you perfectly. Before you start snapping, you adjust your top to make sure too much isn't on display, even though it's strappy and cropped, and definitely a little bit more on the tantalising side as far as your pyjamas go. 

Hopefully, Johnny likes the pose and the outfit... and you. You can see your smiling face just to the side of your phone as you press to capture the picture—and when you return to your inbox to send the picture link, a message is waiting for you. 

I already know you're gorgeous. Don't leave me hanging, bonnie. 

okay. this is me now, all ready for bed!! 

Holy fuck yourself.

And I'm assuming that's Barnaby in the background. 

If he notices the pose, he doesn't comment on it, instead delighting your heart by commenting on Barnaby instead.

sure is! he's ready for snuggles and sleep. 

Can you do me a favour? 

That message makes your heart skip because usually when something like that is asked, it's followed with a request for nudes or something sexual—and while that is a large part of something like this, you crave the connection first, crave someone actually sticking around and getting to know you. 

depends on what it is!

Tell Barnaby to keep looking after you until I get there, yeah? 

does that mean you're coming for me?

One day, if we're both lucky.

seems promising so far, Johnny. 

Get some sleep, yeah? Maybe tomorrow night I'll give you a bell. 

The idea of this conversation ending is heart-wrenching, but at least sleep will bring you closer to that possible phone call. Hearing his voice, now that will be even more incredible. 

how do you expect me to sleep after telling me that? so mean! 

Patience, bonnie. Be good for me? 

You clench, your thighs squeezing together as arousal rushes through you. It's like he knows exactly how far to go, what buttons to press, what you're looking for.

It's the right kind of commanding, toeing the line perfectly between flirtatious and in charge. A lot of guys you've talked to have rushed it made commands too early, and sent you running. Johnny's words, be good for me? You can't help but want to behave. 

okay, but I see how this is going to be :( 

Bet you look so fucking good with a pout ;) 

now you're just being a cruel tease, Johnny... 

Sorry, I'll stop. Sleep, yeah, for me?

cuddling up to barnaby now. 

You decide to attach another picture, your eyes screwed shut and cheeks squished as you wrap yourself around the bear and cuddle up under the sheets. 

talk tomorrow?

Of course, bonnie, sweet dreams <;3 

You lock your phone, your eyes feeling relieved as they adjust to the darkness. 

For a brief moment, you just clutch your phone to your chest and recall the picture Johnny had sent, how much you'd love to be wrapped up in his arms tonight. 

He's the only thing on your mind as you drift off to sleep.

-//-

Your dreams are tumultuous, starting off with a nightmare of being chased and chased until your legs give out, only for you to find salvation and safety in a stranger's arms—one who seemed vaguely familiar. 

The first thing you do when you wake is roll over to check your phone, elation overtaking you when you see a notification from Johnny already waiting there—already he's blessing you with a good morning message.

Good morning, sweet girl.

Attached under the picture is another image link, and clicking on it brings up an absolutely gorgeous picture of Johnny, lazing in bed. There's just enough light in the room for you to see the brightness of his eyes that you couldn't see before—his mohawk is mussed, and his smile is easy, drawing you in. 

He's even more handsome in this up close photo, you can only imagine what he looks like in person, right before you. 

morning Johnny <3 how did you sleep? 

Like a baby. Yourself? 

not the best, but I swear you were in my dream. 

Sorry to hear that, but oh already? What did I do? 

I mean, it was a bulky guy with a mohawk but he didn't have your name, I think it was meant to be you though. 

You recall the safety you felt in the arms of the strange figure, it was serene, and everything you hope to feel when you find the one—hopefully that's Johnny.

My dreams were shite, you didn't show up. 

i'll try harder to be there tonight!! 

Promise? 

promise. 

God, he's so fucking sweet. It's hard to imagine he's into all the things you mentioned in your initial post, at least right now. But you're all too familiar with how appearances can be deceiving—you wonder what else your sweet Scot is into. 

You peel back the covers and head out into the kitchen, flicking the kettle on mindlessly as you keep your eyes fixated on the screen—not wanting to be even a minute late to answering Johnny's texts, even though it seems there's a natural lull in the conversation. 

You return your focus to making your tea, and your thoughts don't drift from Johnny for even a moment, as you ponder ways to keep the conversation going. Admittedly, you have a million and one questions you want, but you don't want to come across too... eager? clingy? Like some serial killer fiending for information? 

It's crazy the way your heart yearns for him so soon—and it's crazy the way that you wish he feels the same as you do. You wonder how his day is going, and if he's staring at your phone waiting for your message.

With tea brewed, you set it on the coffee table and flop onto the plush couch, rushing to open the app when a new notification pops up.

What's your plan for the day? 

lazy day, binge-watching... texting you? wbu? 

I have to work for a bit, but I'll message you when I can. 

On a weekend? That's horrible, but I imagine they run a tight ship over there. 

You rush to follow up your message with something else. 

will you still be able to call tonight? 

Aye, give me your number, I'll save it! 

You send off your number and don't hear anything from Johnny for a good few hours. You pass the time watching one of your favourite shows, and trying to resist the urge to go scroll down Johnny's profile once more.  

The next time a message pops up, it's well past lunch.

Cute profile pic on whatsapp.

Johnny has clearly added your number to his contacts and spied your picture on the app. You blush thinking of him seeing you in that costume—especially after he knows what you're into.

it was Halloween, I swear!! 

You make an adorable little kitten, lass.

imagination running wild now? ;) 

Aye, but I'm a gent. 

hopefully not always...

Oh, you'll see. Talk to you tonight, kitty. 

talk to you then &lt;;3 

Now you're just itching, waiting for the hours to crawl by for Johnny's workday to end, so you can talk to him again, so you can finally hear his voice. 

What will it sound like saying your name? Whispering sweet nothings in your ears? 

The hours pass slowly until a different notification lights up your phone as you cuddle into your sheets.

Hey, it's Johnny! Just got home. 

You scramble to click on the pop-up, spying his own profile picture in the corner—tapping on it to view it closer. 

It's the Johnny you recognise, smiling wide with his arm slung around another man. He looks so ridiculously happy, probably due to the pint in his other hand. The more you look at him, the more you can't believe you're talking to this man, that he wants to talk to you. 

You quickly add him to your contacts, putting a heart next to his name, before you return to the chat and begin to type.

i'm not the only one with a cute pfp!! 

Three sheets to the wind in that picture, actually.

i can tell &lt;3

Ready to call? 

whenever you're ready!

The image of him floods your screen, the screen pulsing as it waits for you to accept. Your fingers tremble as you press the button, and you fall silent as you press the phone to your ear, nerves gripping at your throat. 

"Hi, bonnie." His voice drifts from the phone speaker, sweet like honey and warm like sunshine, with that gorgeous accent too. 

"Hi." You squeak out, silently cursing at yourself for being so nervous and seemingly unable to speak. 

A melodic laugh follows your words, amused but not cruel or mocking. "Are you nervous?" His voice is soothing, his concern and sweet nature evident. 

You cradle your burning cheek, feeling the way your blush spreads across your smiling face. "Just a little, can you blame me?" 

He's laughing again, and you hear a shuffling noise that suggests he's getting comfortable. "Don't be, I'll look after yer, I promise." 

Fuck. You could get used to hearing that. "I really like your voice." You admit, whispering into the phone with a ridiculous grin on your face. 

"I like yours too, you sound so sweet." 

You drop your voice lower, giggling mischievously. "Only sometimes." 

"That's what I like ta hear." The way Johnny's voice dips as he says that has your insides fluttering, but you can only assume he's returning the favour. His tone returns to its usual charming tone as he asks, "How was your lazy day?" 

"Well, I kind of spent a fair bit of it distracted, thinking about this important call I was going to have tonight..." 

"Oh aye, I should get off the phone so you can wait then." 

"Funny. How was yours? What do you even do day to day, anyway?" You ask, voice brimming with curiosity—there are so many things you want to ask, but you imagine his job can be secretive. 

"Lots of training, and sometimes paperwork, which is right shite." 

"Not when you don't have someone under the desk keeping you company." You laugh, taking the chance to flirt. If you were into Johnny after reading his messages, actually hearing his voice is only making your attraction soar. 

A quiet fuck can be heard, as the man on the end of the phone heaves out a breath. "I'll have ta look into getting you clearance if you keep talking like that, lass." 

"Glad to be of service, what can I say?" You find yourself in a giggle fit at your own silliness, a mix of nerves and joy at enjoying yourself so much.

"God, I love yer laugh." The deep sincerity in his voice makes your chest tighten. 

The drug that is Johnny is already so intoxicating. 

"I'm so glad you can't see me blushing." 

"I'm no'." He sounds so indignant about that. "But I could listen to that laugh all day, really."

If only he could see you pout too. "Now you're just trying to make me blush more." 

He chuckles, his voice dropping dangerously flirtatious again. "Maybe I am, nothing you can do about it."

"Now I'm pouting." 

"Better not pout in front of me, lass." His suggestive tone makes you shiver. 

"Oh, why's that?" You ask, playing coy. 

"'Cause I'll just have to start kissing ya, might even nibble on those soft little lips." 

You suppress a delighted squeak, already so flustered at even the idea of a kiss. "I'm not hearing a downside." 

"No?" 

"Nope." 

"Might not be gentle with you, though." 

"Good thing that I like it rough." The words are out of you before you can reconsider, but they have exactly the effect you intend as you hear Johnny inhale sharply.

"Ach, you and yer wicked mouth." 

"You have no idea..." 

He lets out a rough exhale, his voice turning gravelly and deep. "Fuck, bonnie." 

"Hey, I'm only repaying the favour, I've been squirming desperately pretty much since I picked up the phone." 

He whistles approvingly, his voice now teasing and playfully menacing. "Just you wait til I'm really in ya head." 

"You're already making good progress." You admit.

"Oh aye?" 

You hum contentedly, eyes flickering shut for a moment. "I'll be imagining your voice as I fall asleep tonight." 

"I'll just have ta send yer voice notes to drift off to, so I can end up in your dreams again." You can almost hear the smirk in his voice. 

"Already spoiling me, too." 

Fuck, how is it this man seems to know exactly what to say? Everything that comes out of his mouth takes root in your brain and sends your thoughts running wild—it's like he's already in your head, or as if someone made him in a lab.

"I'll spoil ya every day, if you're ever mine." 

You groan in frustration, unbelieving that a stranger can be so seemingly perfect. "How are you even single, Johnny?" 

"I could ask you the same. Taking everything in me to not ask for an address right now, if I'm being honest." He huffs a laugh. 

While the idea is thrilling, you know you should have at least some sense of preservation, and shouldn't blurt out your postcode for this strange man you barely know. "I'm worth the wait, I swear." You whisper your promise. 

"I'm sure yer are. But to answer your question, my work keeps me busy a lot, and this lifestyle isn't for everyone." There's a hint of vulnerability to his voice, and you sense such a fact is a sore point in his personal life. 

In the fantasy of all of this, you suppose the reality of the situation isn't something you'd stopped to consider. Life for a man in the military was surely so different from a regular 9-5. "I'm guessing that you're away a lot?" 

"Aye, sometimes for just a few days, sometimes for months, all depends." His admission is soft, as if you can hear in his tone that he's waiting for you to bolt. 

If that's the big 'catch' when it comes to Johnny, you can breathe a sigh of relief. "Yeah, I guess you need someone strong and loyal to hold on and wait for you." 

There's a tense silence, something lingering in the air. 

"Hard to come by, I've found." 

The thought makes your stomach twist in the worst possible way. Johnny, at least on the surface, seems so worthy of love. 

You chance the question that's on the tip of your tongue, hoping Johnny doesn't mind your reckless curiosity. "Have... you been cheated on?" 

"More than once, gets less surprising over the years." He finishes with a sad laugh, as you can tell he tries to infuse humour into the whole thing. 

"That's... horrible." 

Being sent away from your home to face gunfire and warfare, all to keep the people back home safe... only to be betrayed by the people back home who love you, who are supposed to wait for you. It's a gut-wrenching thought, and your heart aches for the man.

"A few of the lads here have a similar story." 

"So the army, not for the faint of heart, and dating an army man, not for the faint of heart." You sigh, though you don't feel put off by the thought.  

"Exactly. That you then? Faint of heart?" 

"No. I mean, inside I'm clingy as hell, and I'd miss you like crazy every day until you got back..." Your emotions overtake you, as you imagine a future where you'd have to kiss the man goodbye for maybe months at a time. "But I get the feeling that what we could have would be worth the wait. Hypothetically of course." 

At that, Johnny laughs, and his light tone returns. "Don't want to get too far ahead of ourselves, aye." 

You don't want to get ahead of yourself, you know you shouldn't, but the way you and Johnny have clicked is unlike anything you've felt before. "But... I have a good feeling." 

"I do too, already dreading putting down the phone." 

"I'm not planning on it anytime soon, even if I have to be up early tomorrow." 

"So do I, alarms set for 4." 

You do not envy his lifestyle one bit.

"That's awful! I'm gonna be so cranky tomorrow, I might have to use my lunch break for a nap." You admit, preemptively yawning into your hand. 

"You one of those perpetually sleepy girls?" 

You nod, even though he can't see it. "The sleepiest." 

"Barnaby is a lucky bear, getting to cuddle up to you so much." 

You burst out laughing at the hint of envy in his words. "Are you... jealous?"

"For now, but soon the tables will turn." He faked an evil laugh, that only makes you giggle harder. 

"Oh, you think you can give better snuggles than him?" 

"Oh, I know I can, bonnie. The bear can't wrap his arms around yer, can't whisper sweet things in your ear..." His voice dips back into that seductive, teasing tone. "... Can't trail his hands down to that pretty little pussy." 

Once more, you flush with desire, every nerve alight as Johnny's words wash over you—although it seems like almost everything he says has your body reacting. "You have an interesting way of cuddling, Johnny."

"Didnae say I was actually gonna do anything once my hands got down there." 

"Well, I wouldn't be opposed." 

"When you're in my arms, you wouldn't have a choice, lass." The dark, dominant voice makes you shiver, makes your submissive instincts awaken. 

"Oh yeah?" 

He hums slowly. "Once you're mine, you leave the choices to me. Johnny knows best, yeah?" 

"Johnny knows best." You whisper breathlessly, the words coming out automatically, like they just feel right.

"Steamin' Jesus, can already tell yer gonna be the death of me." 

"Can't have that, your family won't get your death in service payout!" You laugh awkwardly, before a sense of guilt rears its head. "Sorry, grim joke." 

"I don't mind. You should hear some of the ones my Lt. comes out with, he's a right sick bastard." He chuckles.

"Never want to make light of it and hurt you, though." 

"Telling jokes makes it easier hen, you'll be wishing me dead in no time at all."  

You gasp, shocked by the prospect. "I'd never!" 

"Not even when I deny you from touching yourself for my entire deployment? Months of nothing at all?" The sick grin is evident in his voice. 

"You wouldn't, that's so mean. You're too sweet for that." 

"Aye, for now, but don't you like a little bit of meanness, if yer into men like me..." The edge to his voice and the truth to your words has you trembling. 

"Maybe..." You singsong in response, not wanting to give away just how much you liked the idea of his mean side. 

"Bonnie..." He tuts disapprovingly. "Don't play coy." 

You shudder out a breath as you squeeze your thighs together for relief. "I just don't want you to bully me too much right now, I'm already soaked." 

"Is that right?" He seems delightfully surprised by such a revelation. 

"Mhmm." 

"I'm fucking rock hard if it helps, think I have been since last night..." You hear him shuffle, and you try not to imagine what's happening on the other end of the line, or how he looks lying in bed with said hardness.

When he groans hungrily down the line, you feel yourself quake once more. "The sight of you on your fucking knees... Christ alive." 

You can't help but giggle at your unintended teasing. "It wasn't on purpose, I thought it was cute more than anything." 

"Adorable and naughty, could cum just looking at it." He huffs. 

"You're just flattering me, besides, I could say the same about your picture."

Every part of you flushes thinking of the first photo he sent, all muscle and alpha male—it's like he was the physical embodiment of dominance, and just looking at him makes you want to kneel.

"You like the military get up?" 

"Love it, more than I probably should." 

"Oh aye, bet you'd love for me to order you around?" His words are playful, but underpinned with a hint of promise. "All in due time, eh?" 

"All in due time. What's your rank, anyway?" 

"Sergeant." 

"Wait..." You take a deep breath as you consider your question. "Can I ask for your last name or is it too soon?" 

"Mactavish."

Johnny Mactavish—you should remember to give that a quick Google search later.

"Sergeant Mactavish." You test the name on your tongue, trying to imagine him at work, following and giving orders. 

"Sounds too good when you say it, bonnie." He laughs. 

"Thank you, sergeant." Your affectation of the word is entirely intentional, as you attempt to rile him up with the use of his title. 

The throaty groan that leaves him is addictive.

"What else do you like to be called?" 

"Depends on what you want to call me really, but I like... sir." 

"I like it too, will have to remember that for the future, and just torture you with sergeant in the meantime." You can't help but giggle as you flirt. 

"Oh don't worry, am keeping score." He growls playfully. "Wait til I get ma hands on you, bonnie." 

"You're keeping score?" You gasp, a heady mix of fear and arousal coursing through you almost urges you to be even more of a teasing brat.

"Aye, spanking arm at the ready." 

"My pouting lips are ready." 

"Won't be the only thing you use them lips for."

Fuck fuck fuck. Not that you hadn't thought about it already, hadn't already let your mind drift to what his cock might look like—whether it matches the size of the man—now you're definitely thinking about it. Fixated on it, craving it. 

Some cards are best kept close to your chest so early on, so you change tack and go a different direction with his flirtation. "Yeah, with you in the room, I'd probably be smiling a whole lot." 

The two of you continue to chat, you asking what you can about his work as he asks about yours, and you fill him in on the boring world you live in, which seems especially boring in comparison to taking down cartels and traveling the world.

The conversation never stops being easy, the flirtation and innuendo always right there at the tip of your tongues as you tease each other relentlessly—giving as good as you get. All night, you're practically grinding against your duvet as you get lost in Johnny's dulcet tones, and you find yourself just letting him speak for the sake of getting to hear more of his voice.

As Johnny is about to ask you more about your background, you're overcome with a harsh yawn that you desperately try to stifle. Your eyes have been shut for the last hour at least, but with the command Johnny has over your nervous system right now, it's been easy to stay awake. 

"Tired, bonnie?" He asks, voice laced with sweet concern.

"Yeah..." Your voice falls quiet, as the thought of ending the call makes your throat constrict. "But I don't wanna stop talking." 

"Me either, but av got bad news." 

You know what's coming, and you know it isn't remotely anywhere near the end of the world, despite what your heart is telling you right now. "Go on." 

"I have to go." Even he sounds sad about such an outcome. 

"It's not even that late?" The clock reads 2 am. 

"Gotta get a wee bit of sleep before I hit the gym, and then get off ta work. Don't you have work too?" 

"Work from home tomorrow, so it's not too bad. Not fair though, I wanna keep talking." You admit quietly. It's too much too soon, but you're overwhelmed, the tide of your emotions crashing over the edges.

"Tell yer what. Next time we call, we can try leaving it on while we sleep."

Your heart flips, as you almost whimper at how cute the gesture is. "Are you trying to make me fall in love with you?"

"Obviously." There's that gorgeous laugh again. "Is it working?" 

"Just a little, but that might be the lack of sleep talking, I might be going slightly insane." 

Johnny sighs, and it's clear he's battling to keep a handle on his self-control. "Rest, bonnie, I won't be able to work knowing you're not sleepin'" 

You sigh too, accepting your fate. "Okay, just for you." 

"Just want what's best for you, you need your sleep."  

Your head spins at how utterly sincere he sounds—the care in his voice after such a short amount of time serves to drive you even deeper into this infatuation. "Already?" 

"Can't turn it off, am just protective by nature, bonnie. If you were my girl, you'd have a bedtime." 

And that makes your cunt clench and your heart soar. "Johnny..." You whine.

"Yeah?" 

You hesitate to say what you want to say next, but everything within you is calling out for him, desperate to be in his arms. "Don't make me wait too long to meet you, please." 

His laughter is sweet, conveying a sense of understanding more than anything. "I'll try ma best, supposed to be off on Friday." 

"5 whole days."

"Sure you don't wanna wait a bit longer?" 

You shake your head, mumbling a sound to convey your feelings. "Feels right, don't know how to describe it... do you feel it too?" 

Johnny takes a deep breath, his voice shaking slightly as he speaks. "I do, lass." 

"Good." You couldn't even attempt to fight the idiotic grin on your face, or how warm you feel inside and out. "I'll get some sleep, talk soon." 

"Goodnight, bonnie. Sweet dreams."  

You wait for Johnny to end the call, not wanting to push the button yourself and have his presence fade away. When your screen dims, you resist the urge to text him more, opting instead to put your phone on charge and roll over to Barnaby—wishing it was Johnny instead. 

[deconstructivesurgery]

I saw someone online recently discuss the reality of Wesker not killing Chris or Jill permanently in any of the RE games because

A) as per usual, long-running series hate to kill their darlings, even when it would occasionally be a believable or satisfying death (plot armor, because people would get mad and mald if their faves were killed by the Villain(tm) they're supposed to shoot dead)

and

B) "well REALISTICALLY it would be SO easy for wesker to kill them because of how strong/fast/etc. he is so point A is the only believable and acceptable answer because obviously they couldn't have killed Chris or Jill off"

and like no dude I get it totally you are right. I can't even argue that you're incorrect you 100% are. I could rightfully argue that realism doesn't matter when it's far more enjoyable to NOT have Chris or Jill dead, especially when their deaths would serve no real compelling narrative purpose except (:() HOWEVER

If you're willing to hear me out, there's an explanation for Wesker never entirely killing either of them for reasons that turn plot armor into something as simple as believable characterization.

Nostalgia. Literally. Just. Nostalgia.

He avoids killing them outright because once upon a time, these people meant something to him. He saw WORTH in them, valued them, possibly even to the extent of finding it difficult to try and sacrifice them initially (something I am going to go ON about in another long ass post soon enough). TLDR: He was attached.

Long ass post underneath if you want to hear me blather on about why I think this :)

After his initial failed attempt to have them all killed because Umbrella commanded it, I'm not surprised he simply settled for toying with them for the most part. He doesn't need to, and more importantly- doesn't want to. He can never have their allyship back, but he can still see them in action. He can best them, sure- but why would he kill them when he still savors those interactions, when they clash? Why would he destroy the last pieces of a past he's attached to to the point of bringing it up constantly up until his death?

I've always found it funny how many lines Wesker actually has referencing the past. You were my best man, your 'partner' (said snidely in reference to an era where they were in the same squad) is in danger, I should've killed you years ago, etc.

And just the line. The fucking line. From the Umbrella chronicles. I'm not even going to retype it I'm just putting it here.

I understand, by the way, that he's being sarcastic, but I do genuinely believe there's a grain of truth in this. I think he does in fact want to see them survive.

Side note: What with his appraisal of their skills and his direct use of Jill's own blood later to temper Uroboros to make it less fatal, I love to make the mental stretch here that somewhere in his little ape brain he was hoping if infected with uroboros both would be "quality" enough to become like him. I think his ideal future still has them kicking around in it, viable hosts for uroboros mutation so they could join him in his new Minecraft server for cool people.

ANYWAYS tangent aside back to the nostalgia argument, on an individual basis this time. We're starting with Jill, because even though Wesker isn't an obsessive freak over her like he is with Chris, I still firmly believe he's attached to her as well.

Why else would he do what he did to her, after her presumed death via falling-off-a-cliff? Sure, you could argue it was simply a calculated decision based on the fact that he knew her blood would be useful, but I like to think of it a bit differently.

You crash into the rocky water below a tall, tall bluff, battered beyond belief- but quickly repairing yourself- and the body of another (probably also fucked up by that impact, and not capable of immediately fixing that) next to you. I don't think even Wesker would be doing mental math in his head at that very moment, considering the precise reasons why Valentine might be valuable to him down the line. I think he just automatically assumes he needs to take her with him because it's her. She gets dragged out of the water and slapped into medical care as quickly as he can manage it simply because she's an important part of that past he refuses to move on from. A part of the team. Then, she's a useful source of antibodies to help with the transformation of uroboros- but she's also a brainwashed bodyguard, something of a sidekick. Why? He could hire someone. He could use anyone. If she was useful for samples alone, he could've kept her in a cell for years to intermittently steal a few ounces of blood. But of course he wouldn't, and he wouldn't kill her or dispose of her otherwise, either- because Jill Valentine was skilled and strong and a dedicated team member, and maybe- just maybe- it's nothing short of satisfying to have her fighting at his side again, even if it's a facsimile of their old team dynamic. Plus, you know: bonus points that it'd horrify Chris to see his best friend and beloved work partner of many years through thick and thin working for him, when they inevitably clash again.

And then, of course, there's Chris. He beats him senseless only to piss off over very mild retaliations, promising to meet him again. You've probably heard a lot about that before. I could go on about that. But what I'd rather go on about instead is the one time he clearly determines that killing Chris for good is necessary, and that's in RE5.

...And look at how he talks during that. He brings up the "should've killed you years ago" thing- and fails to explain why he didn't. It wasn't due to any failure on his part, truly. He's beat Chris in combat several times, he's had the chance before and refused to take it. He asks Chris why he can't *understand his plans*, as if somehow expecting that there'd be a chance that he WOULD understand- and then what? He wouldn't need to kill him? Could get him to be a part of this new world he has planned, even?

Going over the times he could've killed Chris and didn't is fun, but I don't think anything illustrates my point of unwilling attachment and nostalgia for the past more than his gambit of literally asking "why can't you understand this" to the man he's actively attempting to bludgeon upside the head with virus tentacles, because he'd much prefer it if he didn't feel compelled to do that.

...so yes. At the end of the day, it's plot armor that prevented Chris from getting snapped like a stick during one of their brawls, or from Jill being dead after her cliff stunt, probably. But it's always going to be more fun- to me at least- to see it as the product of Albert Wesker genuinely not knowing how to let go of those "lovely stars members" (a line I think about way more than I should).

[taylersketches]

𝐖𝐇𝐎'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄? | 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

Because the first poll has slowed down and the numbers haven't changed too much, I went ahead and started the second poll a day earlier than intended. Hopefully nobody minds!

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[ohmymalice]

Lackluster Tendencies

jschlatt x f!reader | 460 words ! | part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

high school au, sfw, popular girl & quiet guy dynamic

Schlatt is lying on his bed, staring at the phone in his hand. He saved her number, yet he couldn't get himself to type anything. He was constantly typing and spamming backspace, grumbling to himself about how stupid this whole situation was. He contemplated whether or not he should just give up and wait for her to text him first.

He groaned, weaving his hand through his hair. He quickly realized she didn't have his number, and he'd be forced to reach out first.

After a moment of brief silence, trying to conjure up anything, he decided to give his friend Ted a call. He was streaming right now, but he didn't really mind since the chances of her finding the stream were little to none.

He booted up his PC and entered the empty Discord call Ted sat in, waiting for someone to join as he played a game Schlatt didn't know about. Ba-doop! The sound indicating he had joined VC rang in Ted's ears. He sat for maybe around an hour and thirty, eventually forgetting that he was in VC in the first place.

"Oh, hey, man. I didn't expect you to join at this time, what's up?"

He sighed, slumping forward onto his desk as he opened up Twitch to see chat and Ted's stream.

"Hope you ain't doin' much, Ted, 'cause I need your help with something." Ted's ears immediately pricked up in interest.

Schlatt was usually never the sentimental emotional type, never really reaching out to talk about his personal problems, not that he disliked it. It just wasn't his forte.

"Oh yeah, I was just talking with chat, nothing important."

"Well," he rubbed the back of his neck, realizing how chat would probably make fun of him. "There's this girl—"

"A GIRL? " Ted let out a laugh.

"Not fucking with you or anything. I'm just surprised you usually don't talk about this."

"It's not like that idiot! She saved my ass from being marked late. She gave me her number, and I just wanted to say hi and thank you. I've been typing and retyping my shit like an idiot trying to think of what to say."

Right on cue, everyone in chat started spamming KEWK, laughing in call caps, and mocking him.

"Ha ha ha, fuck you chat." He rolls his eyes despite not having his cam on. Ted just laughs, thinking for a moment.

"Just say something along the lines of..."

Ding!

He glances at his phone and immediately sees a message. After a few words, he realizes it's her, she somehow got his number.

"Shit, never mind, she texted me first. Thanks, man." Without another word, he left VC, leaving Ted staring at his discord.

"Chat, I don't think I've ever seen him like that.”

Author's note!!!!

sorry that this part is pretty short, the next part is longer so I hope that can be some sort of compensation .·°՞ (≧□≦) thx 4 reading mwa mwa!!

[stepswordsen]

【KHR AU】 XanLena ❤️💜🔥🪷

Nguyễn Selena (Nguyễn Nguyệt Vân Liên) 💜🪷

Figured it's been a long time since I posted about my wife, Selena~

Nguyễn Selena is my KHR OC who is a Vietnamese non-binary assassin. Her Vietnamese name is Nguyễn Nguyệt Vân Liên.

Her name, Selena, means "moon" 🌙

Her Vietnamese name, Liên, means "lotus flower" in Sino Viet 🪷

In my KHR AU, she joins the Varia as one of their members and lives at their headquarters with the rest of the core Varia members. My wife has NB flag colours~

My wife and her NB swag~ 💜🖤🤍💛

I mainly ship Selena with Xanxus.

In KHR, Xanxus is the leader of the Varia, an independent assassination squad under the Vongola mafia family. He was initially one of KHR's major antagonists.

Selena 💜🖤🤍💛🌙☁️🪷

English name: Nguyễn Selena (グエン・セリナ)

Vietnamese name: Nguyễn Nguyệt Vân Liên (阮月雲蓮)

Japanese alias name: Gen Suzuha (阮月雲蓮)

I resketched Selena's hair recently 💜

I resketched these quickly so it's not as refined but I'm still experimenting/trying to decide how I want Selena's hair to be drawn, whether I want to keep the curls in the back or not.

I feel like her ponytail is pretty iconic to her design. So if Selena got a TYL (10 Years Later) design, then I'd just add a bun on top of the ponytail.

Didn't redraw everything yet but just updated this for now

I redrew the bow and it has better lines but I prefer how pointy the shape of the OG bow was so I'll just combine the two eventually. I just wanted to get the new Selena down

Though both are nice! I just like how the shapes/silhouette of the hair are clearer now.

The XanLena chibis are pretty old doodles, so I'd like to redraw it sometime, but I still think it's cute ^^

My friend Feuri told me he likes how the softer upturned eyes of the OG Selena has a softer expression, so I'll keep both expressions ^^

I love both eyes in the Selena doodles hehe

Art Rambles

XanLena Doodle WIPs ❤️💜

Some recent + old doodles I drew before. I'm planning to refine them eventually!

Xanxus is wearing áo dài ("Long dress"), a type of Vietnamese traditional clothing

Selena is in her usual outfit I designed for her ^^

I think my art style is improving nicely! The way I draw faces is getting more refined

I'll redraw the hair later. I just sketched this quickly for now. Cuz I was just thinking about how I wanted to draw XanLena together more

I have a XanLena art idea in my head... Just need to get started with actually drawing it

Did a quick colour test today. I'll draw the rest later.

I wanna do a big XanLena piece eventually... And also XanLena in traditional Vietnamese clothing~ Matching couple clothing! 🥰💞

I rambled more about XanLena and Selena below.

You can read more under the cut!

Context

I added context for my mutuals who don’t know much about KHR, but would still like to tune into my KHR AUs and KHR OC stuff. Feel free to read only if you want!

Vongola Family = The KHR protagonist, Tsuna, is currently training to become the 10th generation boss of the Vongola family. Tsuna and co. are the Vongola family’s 10th generation guardians.

Varia = The Vongola family’s elite independent assassination squad. Their leader is Xanxus.

Source: (X)

Nguyễn Selena: Relationship Chart 💜

Selena's Name Interpretation 🌙☁️🪷

Notes

Misc Rambles

Sorry but I don't want to retype all this again so I'm just copy pasting from my Notion doc and side blog. I also included my rambles with friends!

Selena's info sheet and character relationship chart was inspired by FGO Materials' character profile formats where it lists a chara's general info, usage of pronouns, quotes, relationships with other charas, etc.

I still need to revamp the quotes with Selena's relationships with the other Varia members so I just posted Xanxus' part for now

Selena is the type who's calm and gentle but likes to keep to herself regarding matters that don't concern her. She's more aloof when she doesn't know the person well, but eventually opens up to the other Varia members.

I imagine Selena speaks in a really polite and formal way to Xanxus out of respect for him.

Xanxus and Hibari are my no. 1 fave KHR characters (tied) 🥰

Also used Glaze on my art as protections against A/I fart.

Also I'm just thinking of the recent FGO: Summer 7 event with Douman growing cursed morning glories (vampiric shikigami), flowers that suck blood.

I NEED THIS FOR SELENA...

DOUMAN BASED!!!

Selena's man eating plants 🥰💞

Selena is very soft and gentle, but she can be a little unhinged, as a treat!

Selena is a gardener and florist (flower enjoyer and enthusiast)

[teddybasmanov]

Thus heaven's gift to us is this: That habit takes the place of bliss.

Based on this amazing audio by FunSize4Audibles - it's the first part to a whole series and I love it a lot (again - third and fourth parts are one of my favourite audios from GWAG just in general), but, if I do write a continuation to this I'll most probably only take the very beginning of the premise (the one I'm already using here).

Premise: The plot is yet again classical: the elven and human kingdoms are on the brink of war and they decide to join lineages to prevent it, so the human prince comes the the elves to wed the elven prince and then live at the elven kingdom.

TW: arranged marriage, slight degradation, sexual implications.

Notes: the actually good parts at the beginning are just the original script which I no doubt butchered while retyping. The whole thing is unedited as per usual.

Word count: around 1000.

When the door closes behind them the human lets out an exhausted breath and the elf is not far behind him:

"Thank the gods, I thought that ceremony would never end," and without a pause he orders, "a bath should already be drawn for you, go clean yourself," and then noticing the look his new husband is giving him he continues annoyedly, "What? What are you staring at, human? I told you to go bathe yourself, I don't particularly care for the way you smell."

"Well, that sure is s a change of attitude," the human prince raises an eyebrow in slight confusion.

"Do you mean to tell me, you actually believe what I said in my vows," the elf lets out a bitter laugh, "I know humans were foolish, but to actually think that one of noble birth could be that stupid. This is a political marriage, you dolt. We haven't said but two words to each other before today. You think I could actually love you? Now clean yourself, stop looking at me like that. Don't mistake me - I have no interest whatsoever in humans - especially some noble brat that can't tell his head from his backside. The only reason you are here is because my fathers wished to prevent a war and saw me as an acceptable bargaining piece. I was under the impression that you were here for much the same reason. To think I ended up for such a senseless romantic for a husband."

"Last time I checked, you were the one sending me love letters," the human's eyebrows keep being permanently quirked throughout the whole speech.

"Love letters?" the elf's tone stays annoyed but gets a pitch higher, "I've never sent you a single one!"

"Well," his new husband steps to one of his chests, still keeping the reminders of the recent travel on it, opens it and ducks in, opening some box inside of it. Looking over the human's shoulder the elf sees a whole lot of letters separated into sections by catalogue-like marks - clearly alphabetised. Out of that box the human fishes out a stack of about half a dozen envelopes, "these letters," he gives the letters to the elf, or rather the elf grabs it from his hands as soon as he sees them.

"Let me see this," the elf groans, "This is utter drivel - 'I long for your touch even now and my loins quiver when I imagine our wedding night' - to think my fathers would go to this length to secure this marriage. This must have been a fabrication from my fathers' poet. I hate that man and not just because my father's been fucking him for over a decade and thinks that nobody knows. But that certainly reeks of the tasteless smut that seems to just spew forth from his quill."

"Well, that explains why you, or rather he," the human prince corrects himself, "was starting to sound desperate."

"What?"

"Well, I've been trying to tell him pretty much the same, that you were to me now - just a little more politely," the human's tone is a little teasing, "that maybe we should get to know each other at least a little bit, before getting to loin quivering".

"Good to know we're on the same page," the elf is now confused enough to even forget to be upset for a moment.

"Then let me take my pillow and blanket, I'll go take that bath you want me to so badly and sleep on the couch for tonight," the human reaches for the bed spread, but his husband stops him with a loud surprised:

"What?! How?!" he almost leaves his mouth hanging open, but his manners show themselves and he closes it after all.

"We don't know each other and your highness has expressed a displeasure with how I smell," the human jokingly bows his head, "so it's only logical for us to sleep separately."

"But the we have to consummate our marriage?!" the elf starts sounding downright exasperated.

"Why? I didn't see anyone standing by the door," the human prince thinks aloud, "Or are they expecting blood on the sheets? Then I can cut my hand or"

"No! I can't believe humans have such barbaric customs," the elf interrupts him and disgust comes back to his voice.

"Not anymore," the human doesn't argue with the elf's opinion, "but why do we have to consummate it then?" he slightly frowns his eyebrows.

"To make our union legitimate in the eyes of our gods," the elven prince answers haughtily.

"Oh," the human's face blooms with a wide smile of relief, "if there are any gods out there, I assure you - they have more important things to do than to supervise if we shag today - or any other day for that matter."

"But that's blasphemy!" disgust and haughtiness switch for shock yet again.

"Then if any gods do care if we have sex today they should strike me right here where I stand," the human raises his eyes to the ceiling as if addressing the hypothetical gods, "I'll wait for ten seconds," he puts his hands to his sides, expectedly and when in a bit there's no lightning or thunder he looks back at his husband, "See? They don't care," he smiles again and finally grabs his pillow and blanket.

He brings them to a narrow ottoman and with one swift motion turns it to look away from the bed and to the balcony, while the elf silently watches.

"Good night," the human puts his hand to his temple in something barely resembling a military salute.

"Good night," the elven prince responds barely with a whisper, while the human closes the curtain by the bathtub after himself. The elf lies back on the big empty bed and forcefully shuts his eyes. He thinks that it's not what he was expecting but it could have been much worse. He promises himself he won't open his eyes until he hears the human lying down - after all he's not at all interested in how his new husband look naked.

[an-inspired-eternity]

👀

ok full transparency this is infact. an au i still really want to write. but you know how it is the 2020s urge to just have no joy or motivation to make creative fan products

ANYWAY my wxs* focused fantasy au!! i have a couple rp blogs for it but that's the closest i get to making content for it rn..

*other characters involved but wxs has the most developed and involved

ANYWAY let me go sicko mode under the cut hehe. taking a bit from my rui blog bc i dont wanna retype all dat

worldbuilding

there is a big magical forest at the center of the region, it's considered dangerous and somewhat risky to travel through, as the inhabitants (which are primarily either magic users/"witches" or other inhuman beings. but there's also some standard like. fantasy jrpg monsters yk how it is) consider it their safe home and may not take kindly to outsiders or anyone trying to harm the forest.

magic users have varying reputations in the kingdoms outside of the forest, some don't mind and maybe even are welcoming towards them, others frown upon it but ultimately don't care, but some might even consider it taboo or forbidden to dabble in. it's for this reason that magic users born in the kingdoms may ultimately leave their homes to live in the safety of the forest instead

virtual singers (theyre the only ones to come up in story, but not the only ones) are among many of the guardians of the region, originating from the forest.

miku is basically the god of the world (likely under another name- or the goddess's name is known only as hatsune but not miku), but can't physically interfere in her primary state (think the law of cycles from pmmm), and so sends "fragments" of herself (sekai mikus) to help people and in the case of this au its the prsk characters

wxs :)

the otori family are the rulers of one of the kingdoms (the kingdoms do not have names. do not look at me), rakunosuke, the original king of the otori kingdom before emu's father kounosuke took over, was a lot more of open to magic users and other fantastical beings, and taught his son and grandchildren accordingly. when he passed, however, kounosuke and his elder sons would teach the younger children to be more fearful and wary- that not every being they'd encounter would be friendly

tsukasa & saki grew up in a small town with their parents, but fell on unexpected hard times, this resulted in them having to leave the town and it's inhabitants behind, the two ended up on their own, later joined by a semi amnesiac toya, where they were later adopted and raised by the otoris, being raised as royalty accordingly. (tsukasa trained to be a knight however, and toya felt very strongly about not wanting to be a heir unless absolutely necessary, resolving to use his smarts to tutor the other kids)

hinata helps emu and saki do their hair btw they r the sisters ever

rui is a natutal born magic user who grew up in a town that was not quite favorable to them- atleast not to magic users who don't restrain themselvesm rui wanted to experiment with his magic to see what he could do- all for the sake of helping people- be it healing, or doing visual tricks to make others smile, but the other villagers were afraid and/or distrusting of him. fearful of the villagers turning that hatred towards his parents, rui fled the village one night without telling his parents (at best leaving a note explaining why he left) to go stay in the forest.

nene is a friend of rui's- a mermaid from said forest, rui would visit when he was younger, coming to see her at the lake she stayed at. there, alongside their third companion (mizuki), the kids would discuss all sorts of things- magic, nature, society, the world.. nene doesn't know much of the world outside the forest, but wants to see the ocean someday.

tsukasa went out on a patrol to scout the areas of the region a bit further out from where the kingdom was situated- it's there he comes across rui and his "familiars" (kaito and wxs!miku) and the story begins! but tsukasa's big adventure also inspires emu to go on one of her own and play catch up ✨️

[ghostlycoze]

Finally decided to share this little guy now that I've properly finished his design! Didn't really think I'd post my ocs but here's a couple of the lads :D

Retyping the notes in case my handwriting is too messy (and some elaboration):

Ever Changing Fates (he/him)

Aka the god who went "Wow, being a little carefree slugcat seems like a nice life... Wait."

- Dubious little creature <3

- Worm off the string w/ scug colony and messengers

- Wears basically a fancy jumpsuit (top and flowy pants are connected, the diamond piece in the middle is part of a funky belt/sash). Gets altered a bit after leaving his can. Shit is a tripping hazard.

- Has soft ear-like case on antennae. Headpattable. (Yes, he purrs)

- Tail: Neurons and slugcat food storage.

- Fun fact: this dude is tiny lmao like 5'0 (it's projection)

White scug:

Light Refracted, Countless Hues

- "White lizard"

- Camoflague, can change colour on command.

- Black tongue, grabs batflies

- Big tail

Black scug:

Without a Trace, Spined Silouhette

- "Mole lizard"

- Blends in dark

- kind of blind (particularly in the light)

- Little whiskers everywhere + fluff

- Possibly has an ability like hazers (ink/smoke screen) to survive outside of Shaded Citadel (or other dark places, considering this iterator probably is nowhere near the local group)

- Big ears. Helps them navigate, along with the whiskers (might make the front ones longer for that reason)

I've been writing a bit about this trio (and two other characters, who my friend made with me), miiiight share some of it or, if I can motivate myself to draw more, I could try to make some little comic scenes for them. Your classic worm-off-the-string type, just two iterators going feral and going on some wild adventures.

Fates' whole thing is basically just. Gave up on godhood and finding a way to die when he realised how happy the simple lives of the slugcats were (probably met Gourmand at some point, though I don't know if that's possible. Fates' local group hasn't fully been designed, but I imagine them to be a neighbouring group to FP's, so maybe they might have met some of the scugs!), and decided to start a project to find a way to adapt himself, disconnect from his can, and join the scugs.

With........ Some minor issues in the experimentation and detachment process, he succeeded! With two lizard-inspired scugs on either side, this dumbass stumbled out of his can and now roams free!

Where's he going? Who knows! Maybe visiting his local group, maybe even travelling to FP's group, or just avoiding iterators all together. His lore is very loose and flexible, but it gives room to mess around with!

Anyways enough of me rambling lmao, though feel free to ask anything ab them if y'all would like :)

[birthdaycakeplate]

same anon asking for Blitzbee fic recommendations, tried to message you but unfortunately your account is set to only people you follow doing that.

but hmmm, I'd say my personal taste in fics are actually slow burns, I really like fics that focus on Blitzwing and Bee forming an unlikely relationship based on their 'home lives' in a sense of it, where neither are understood and often viewed as annoyances/loose canons leading both to a feeling of isolation and a mild desperation/willingness to connect with anyone even at the risk of 'treason' for interacting with the other side.

I also enjoy the progression for Blitzwing of seeing Bumblebee as a harmless amusement to him somehow becoming a bit of a hyper focus that causes the big bad con to develop some empathy and *gasp* morals.

Meanwhile Bee is just a cocky little bastard who refuses to accept Blitzwing as the actual threat he is and then feelings are caught when his view of the world is shifted and he finds out Decepticons are also actually just people with complex feelings and motivations (also bonus if break down of autobots 'all warbuilds are evil because' bs is broken down)

I realize now I'm rambling so apologies its just a very fun ship to babble about.

If I was to ask for any fic, if you could set one in your Nemesis AU that be amazing, the size difference you give in that is spectacular like omg I stare so politely.

Also the concept is just very fun to me and I'd love to see that au world expanded.

As for spicy content I don't really have any ideas? Sorry I'm actually terrible at writing it my only preferences are Blitz top and preferably consensual.

for ease if we keep talking like this I'll sign off as

Curiosity

GOD, of course I invited you to talk with me and then blocked you from doing that elekkeem 🌝 I think I fixed my messaging where I’ll get your stuff now, if you’d like to try again 😭 I swear I’m always this dysfunctional.

But anyway, your message here is good, true, andfantastic. I CRY. Your view on the ship is perfect and pure D,8

I LOVE when Blitzwing is stunned when his desire to squash the useless yellow gnat and be done with him is suddenly evaporated by the sudden realization this guy is slowly becoming the only thing in his life fun and full of life (and kind of precious if he’s being honest, ok???). Because their chemistry is crazy- they’re both wrekcless little freaks when left to their own devices, but full time loyal, fucked up little creatures to the ones closest to them. The handful Blitzwing can afford to let in to his life, even if ‘friends’ isn’t the word he’d use, and the few Bumblebee can make real connections with, when he’s a mischievous ant with a complex to make ‘something great’ of himself.

But he already IS great and bad boy Blitzwing needs to make it his immediate life’s goal to get that through to him and give him lots of love. (I ramble, too, you’re in good company)

I’m bad at stating my thoughts, I get overwhelmed when it’s my own emotions. But I typed and retyped something along the lines of how I’m noticing we have lots of similarities here in terms of what our favorite flavor of Blitzbee is 🩷🩷🩷 I bet lots of ppl who read this would agree with you and appreciate you throwing out there the love language of these complete messes of men✨

Does that mean my attempt to translate these tastes into fiction beside my ideas will make for good reading and also provide you a happy source of top Blitz/blitzbee? God, I HOPE so. You deserve it and I’m going to try.

I have the first chapter half written, because-

OH MY GOD, YOU LIKE MY AUTBOTS JOIN THE NEMESIS AU STUFF EKEKKEE

OoooOOOHhhh aAHHHHHHHH

I SCREEEEEEAM 💕💕💕 thank you???!!! That means so much to ME and makes me insanely happy, because I was so surprised when you said that, and I REALIZED how amazing it is to hear a thing like that. That I’ve got a thing going I didn’t imagine would become liked enough for a fic request for it.

I’m hoping to finish this first chapter by next Friday. Probably sooner than that? But I’m scared life won’t allow it. Thanks for your messages💕

(The other anons who messaged me, too, about some top Blitzwing fic stuff, I see you and I’m elated to hear from so many of you, thank you✨)

[silver-violet]

Gonna copy and paste some of my lore that has glacius and Sam's first meeting. I recently retyped it and while it's not heavily focused on g/t it is a main subject so enjoy! (also sorry about some of the random references, like I said it's basically just a. Cutout from my lore doc so-)

Story below the cut!

Glacius spent the next few years taking odd jobs and committing petty theft, during which his guardianship was appointed to him (I. don't think I've told you this before but. the way someone becomes a guardian is by the previous one passing, and then inheriting it. No it isn't random and that isn't important until Atreus' part of the story) Due to this, he soon became a mercenary and gained infamy. Eventually, he was scouted by the white knights, joining their ranks. Over the years alone, he had grown cold and distant, harboring resentment for his brother. This attitude helped him advance in the company over the years, leading him to finally live a (relatively) normal and comfortable life. At age 27, some of his more recent jobs began sticking out to him. His targets shifted from arguable evil people, to some who didn't seem deserving of their fate. While this bothered him, he trusted in the company's morals, and continued through. During one of these missions, he was tasked with collecting an artifact that had been raided from the company, and stealing it back from the unground auction it was being held at.

The mission began smoothly, with him managing to slip into the building unnoticed, and sneaking through the unmonitored halls. His target was simply an unmarked door, locking it behind him as he slipped inside. the only light in the room came from under the door, and a dying bulb in a distant corner. It was enough to look over everything though, and he sighed upon seeing the various rows of items. Some were special enough to be set in their sections, while others were simply tossed in piles. Despite the grueling task of searching, Glacius continued on, the minutes ticking by.

Long after the search had started, The artifact still wasn't found. However, one of the items did catch his eye. standing alone from the piles of jewelry and precious relics, was a small birdcage, covered with a tarp. he paused, debating whether it was worth wasting his time on. Curiosity got the better of him, however, as he approached the strange object and pulled aside the covering. Inside was a small creature, frozen in fear as it looked up at him. It took him a few seconds to process how...Human it looked. Its upper half was almost entirely human, minus its thin tail and folded ears. Not to mention the large wings sprouting from its back, and the rodent-like bottom half. After a few seconds of silence between the two, glacius shifted back slightly, crouching to study it better. The creature flinched as he did so, but had nowhere to hide within the barren cage. He felt pity for the creature, however decided to just cover it again. As he was moving to do so, his ears picked up the faintest sound.

"ᵖ⁻ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ. . ." they whispered, their form trembling. Glacius was unsure how to respond, surprised they could speak, let alone in any language he could understand. He thought of what to say for a moment, feeling sympathy for the small thing.

"Hey-" he began, pausing as they flinched from the sound. he lowered his voice to a whisper, crouching lower so as to not loom over them. "hey...it's fine, I'm not one of the ones who put you here." The creature didn't react, and he was beginning to think he had just imagined it as it mumbled again.

". . .ʸ⁻ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗˀ," they said, a glint of hope in their voice. they were still trembling, but seemed less likely to dart away now. ". . .ᵂ⁻ᵂʰʸ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉⁿˀ"

He mulled it over for a second, thinking of how to phrase it without seeming like he was dangerous to them. "They took something, and I was hired to take it back." The creature seemed conflicted with this, but chose to believe him as they took the smallest step forward.

". . .ᶜᵃⁿ. . .ᶜᵃⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗ⁻ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒᵒˀ" They didn't quite trust him, but any fate seemed better than where they were now. He wasn't quite sure how to respond, looking away in thought.

"I. . .don't see why not. But you have to be silent," he said, waiting for their response.

They nodded, their shaking beginning to subside. Glacius opened the doors of the cage, holding his hand out as the small figure jumped onto it. Carefully, he held his hand to his shoulder, allowing them to jump on as they clung to his collar. In this position, he was able to hear them better, their whispery voice becoming louder. After closing the door of the cage, he covered it once more, hoping that would delay their discovery. Before he went back to his search, glacius paused, an idea coming to his mind.

". . .Have you seen something that looks like a box made of gears?"

"Was it u-uh. . .Brown?"

"Exactly." Glacius looked down to see them pointing near a pile he had searched through before, nevertheless he went through it again. After even more time rummaging through it, he finally found what he was looking for, carefully stashing it away in his bag. "Thanks. . .uh. . ." he blanked on their name, realizing they had yet to introduce themselves.

"S-Sam. . ."

"Glacius." Before the smaller man could try to continue the conversation, glacius made his way to the door, cracking it slightly as he peered through. Once he was sure it was safe, he made his way back into the hallway, the door clicking closed quietly behind him. Despite the extra passenger, he was able to follow his route back out, soon on the edge of the property. From there, he was able to take his time through the wilderness, though still on edge for anything nearby.

Any questions Sam asked were either met with silence or merely a sound; And any conversation starters were the same, met with single-word replies. It didn't matter, however, as after a quick trek, glacius was able to spot his car and climb inside. He stopped as he went to grab his seatbelt, realizing it would most likely hit the man on his shoulder. He held his hand out to them once more, and they climbed on as he lowered it to his passenger seat. Sam glanced to the side as he was doing so, catching glimpses of various weapons in the back of the man's car. He questioned whether he had made the right choice, but realized it was too late as the car began to move.

The two began to bond as they stuck around each other. Sam had no idea where he had come from and had nothing to go back to. And despite glacius never admitting so, he enjoyed the company the small man provided him, and so they stuck together, unbeknownst to the company.

[stepswowdsen]

【KHR AU】 Nguyễn Selena 💜🌙🪷

Figured it's been a long time since I posted about my wife, Selena~

Nguyễn Selena is my KHR OC who is a Vietnamese non-binary assassin. Her Vietnamese name is Nguyễn Nguyệt Vân Liên.

Her name, Selena, means "moon" 🌙

Her Vietnamese name, Liên, means "lotus flower" in Sino Viet 🪷

In my KHR AU, she joins the Varia as one of their members and lives at their headquarters with the rest of the core Varia members. My wife has NB flag colours~ 💜🖤🤍💛

I mainly ship Selena with Xanxus.

In KHR, Xanxus is the leader of the Varia, an independent assassination squad under the Vongola mafia family. He was initially one of KHR's major antagonists.

You can read more under the cut!

Context

I added context for my mutuals who don’t know much about KHR, but would still like to tune into my KHR AUs and KHR OC stuff. Feel free to read only if you want!

Vongola Family = The KHR protagonist, Tsuna, is currently training to become the 10th generation boss of the Vongola family. Tsuna and co. are the Vongola family’s 10th generation guardians.

Varia = The Vongola family’s elite independent assassination squad. Their leader is Xanxus.

Source: (X)

Nguyễn Selena: Relationship Chart 💜

(Snippets from the KHR fan-wiki that I figured were relevant)

Source:

Sorry but I don't want to retype all this again so I'm just copy pasting from my Notion doc

Selena's info sheet and character relationship chart was inspired by FGO Materials' character profile formats where it lists a chara's general info, usage of pronouns, quotes, relationships with other charas, etc.

I still need to revamp the quotes with Selena's relationships with the other Varia members so I just posted Xanxus' part for now

I also included my rambles with friends!

Selena is the type who's calm and gentle but likes to keep to herself regarding matters that don't concern her. She's more aloof when she doesn't know the person well, but eventually opens up to the other Varia members.

I imagine Selena speaks in a really polite and formal way to Xanxus out of respect for him.

Xanxus and Hibari are my no. 1 fave KHR characters (tied) 🥰

Also used Glaze on my art as protections against A/I fart

Also I'm just thinking of the recent FGO: Summer 7 event with Douman growing cursed morning glories (vampiric shikigami), flowers that suck blood.

I NEED THIS FOR SELENA

DOUMAN BASED

Selena's man eating plants 🥰💞

Selena is very soft and gentle, but she can be a little unhinged, as a treat!

Selena is a gardener and florist (flower enjoyer and enthusiast)

[altschmerzes]

do you have any tips for how to get yourself to write, and more importantly, how to like your writing? i used to be so confident and sure of my skills in writing but recently it seems like i can never put down actual words, and when i do they just come out flat. it’s the worst possible time for this to be happening too 😭 i really look up to you as a writer and admire your dedication and your ability to write consistently so if you can, help please!! 🙏

first of all thank you so much for your lovely words!!! i'm beyond flattered that i'm someone you look up to in writing, you're so kind to say so, and i've been pleased with my own consistency recently tbh. it's not always like that, i go through long stretches not being able to get myself to write, which is always frustrating and upsetting.

anyways in terms of getting yourself to write and, more importantly, to like what you're writing, here's what i've got for you my friend!

telling yourself that you're not going to care about it being perfect is the only way to get through it, i think. i do what i call 'flashdrafting' which is the fastest and shittiest version of something. i don't even pay attention to punctuation and full sentences, i just slam through stream of consciousness as much as possible without thinking about it. i get really into the groove doing that and then i move that text to the bottom half of my screen and type at the top, just retyping what i wrote into full sentences and paragraphs, adding details, etc. it helps me not overthink things too much.

i also do sprints in discord! i'm in a couple of servers with people i write with and doing those timed writing exercises helps me not only get a couple sentences out at least, it engages a communal aspect that is really helpful to me. of course this only works if you have like. a server to write with people in, but similar effects can be achieved setting a timer for five, ten, fifteen minutes etc. or just telling yourself fuck it, i'm adding 100 words to this story.

writing the parts you're excited about first can also help, i think. of course then it's a pain in the ass to go back and lay the groundwork for them or connect the scenes but sometimes that helps you realize that maybe you didn't need the parts you weren't excited about in the first place, or it'll give you motivation to get through those parts.

if you feel like you really hate what you're writing, switch to something else. that's what i do. i think it's really easy to get n one's own head with any creative endeavour, especially writing. you probably hate it mostly bc you wrote it. i end up hating a lot of the stuff i write and even if i'm lying to myself when i say it, i get through that by telling myself 'you hate it bc you wrote it, it's not that bad'

and, finally, having people to write with/get excited about writing with/hype your writing up. i cannot emphasize how critical this is. i would not have gotten anywhere in any of my projects if it weren't for the wonderful people - here, on anon or with a name attached, or in my dms, or otherwise - who are cheering me on and hyping me up and getting excited with me. it's hard to feel like your writing is garbage when someone you respect and enjoy talking to is telling you it rules, yknow? and it can be hard to build that kind of community but honestly, it's just about showing up i think. join a server if one exists, start messaging with writers you like, just start posting about your writing. building that community is like. i wouldn't be writing nearly as much as i do as often as i do if i didn't know it mattered to other people too.

[thatgirlonstage]

Speaking of Good omens, what do you think about the new info regarding Crowley being a high enough rank angel to access Gabriel's trial? I feel like that kinda leans towards the Raphael theory I saw floating around here but I'd love to know what you think!

hhhhhhhh I have very mixed feelings about it tbh bc while the Raphael theory was always a fun sandbox to play in I always considered it JUST a sandbox; through a more serious lens I always found it more narratively and thematically compelling if he truly was just some random demon. I maintain that the original story feels stronger to me if Aziraphale and Crowley could have been any demon and any angel. Yes, there's a seed of this idea that they're already both a little imperfect back in the garden ("if I did the good thing and you did the bad one"), but it's the 6000 years living on Earth that made them who they are. It's the notion that being around humanity and each other made them malleable, capable of and open to change in ways that Heaven and Hell and their assorted hosts aren't.

That said, I do think the hints that Crowley was Someone Important—I've seen Lucifer tossed around as well as Raphael—were a lot more obvious this season and I'm curious to see where Neil is going with it. There's a post from someone else sitting in my queue about how maybe the motivation behind Crowley's certainty that heaven can't change is because he's tried, because he wasn't just some rank and file who happened to speak up with doubts and join the wrong crowd but because he already had the sort of power and position Aziraphale is about to receive and he couldn't fix it then either and so he's just watching Aziraphale make the same mistakes, which, yeesh. I'm also wondering if it might feed into really sharply delineating Angel!Crowley from Demon!Crowley in the sense of like… if Azi wants to offer him everything he used to be, he needs to be shown that Crowley had everything he could possibly want as an angel and still doesn't want it back, because that's not who he is anymore. (....anyone drop a trans metaphor...?) I have typed and retyped like fifteen sentences to continue this but frankly it just gets into analysis of their miscommunication in the final scene which both I and others could and have gone on for paragraphs about. The point is Crowley wanting to be loved as he is right now, and not as he used to be, no matter how cool and powerful a guy that was, is still the important bit.

So I don't know. I guess this is one of those things where adaptations can diverge and be their own thing in fun ways. Book!Crowley is always going to be Just Some Demon who sauntered and stumbled his way into loving humanity and their one good angel in my heart. I'm intrigued to see where Show!Crowley is being taken because it definitely seems like he's being taken somewhere.

[amischiefofmuses]

Anxious Munday Meme! || Accepting

Both @girlishgiggle and @compelledcurator sent: What’s a tip you would give to people trying to get to know you?

Don't be afraid to double message if I haven't responded to the first one in a little while. I will NEVER be bothered by it - often I get distracted or don't have the energy to reply right away and then end up forgetting to reply at all. This WILL be a consistent thing because I have the attention span of a bag of ferrets, it's not because I'm not interested in talking to you.

I am not always the best at reading tone so I appreciate direct communication, if I've somehow upset you or my own tone sounds off then please just ask/tell me. It's important to me that everyone around me is comfortable and I can't maintain that if I'm oblivious to any issues.

In general I'm an anxious person, often I'll type and retype messages because of my aforementioned tone issues, worried I'm coming across wrong. If we're DMing and I'm typing for nine years for a sentence, now you know why.

I'm not great in group spaces, even if I try to be. Often I don't know when to give my input and end up not speaking for fear of breaking the flow of conversation. If not explicitly welcomed to chat, I will assume it's not for me to join in. So if we're in a server together and you want to get to know me, it's best to DM or smth to say hi.

[letstalkwhump]

Let's Talk Whump No. 12

Welcome to Let’s Talk Whump, a series of interviews that spotlight the amazing people in our whump community. I’m Malice and I’ll be your host. 

Joining us today is the fabulous @heavenly-whumper!

Tell me something non whump related about yourself!

You can call me Eden, and my hobbies besides writing include reading psychological thriller BL comics, and gaming. I am perpetually sleep deprived and always thinking about my OCs.

Let’s start with something a little vague. What does whump mean to you?

I can write the things I love the most and feel welcomed with whump. It's a means of catharsis and trauma processing, of course, but I write whump mostly due to my enjoyment of dark, homoerotic media, fucked up characters and fucked up situations. Also because I like pretty boys being through hell and back and crying, so having a community where I enjoy that without feeling ashamed is pretty good.

How did you find the whump community? 

I found it through several screenshots from Tumblr on Pinterest, and decided to join the community on Tumblr after seeing it was exactly what I liked. I abandoned that blog after a while and decided to start again with this one.

Has your view on whump changed since you joined? Are there tropes you now love/hate that you didn't at first?

Yes. I liked pet whump much more when I first joined, and avoided writing nsfwhump or gore like the plague. Now I'm not as much into pet whump and have finally found my niche with nsfwhump and immortal whumpees.

It’s so interesting how almost everyone says their views on different whump tropes have changed since they joined! Care to share some of your favourite whump tropes?

Immortal whumpees, intimate and/or creepy whumpers, nsfwhump and obsessive whumpers or whumpees.

What’s your favourite piece that you’ve written?

I love the entirety of Heavenly Feast, my current WIP. It's my best work so far, and I put a lot of work into it. I also loosened up quite a lot and wrote everything I liked regardless of reception, so I'm proud of it. I love the pairing of a creepy whumper's pov of a cannibalistic monster and his pretty immortal whumpee. These two are a match made in hell. Like my dearest friend said, they are soulmates, but in the worst way possible. And that's what makes this story so special to me. I quite like the plot, I love the characters and I love how deliciously gruesome this story is, nsfwhump, cannibalism and all.

Dou you have a standard writing routine?

At night, always. Mostly when inspiration strikes, and usually on big blocks. After I get the chapter done, I let it sit for a while and retype it entirely to edit. I do this between 1-3 times usually for a chapter, but some very hard ones take up to 5 retypes or complete scraps and rewrites. Because of that and not having a strict writing schedule, I can take quite a long time to post a new chapter.

What do the words usually flow for? Is there something you struggle with writing? 

It's easy for me to nail pov writing and the characters, but I struggle a lot with prose and worldbuilding. I need several rewrites to get the prose to an acceptable level to post and it's very hard. I also, surprisingly, wasn't all that good with nsfwhump when I started Heavenly Feast and it was painful and cringy to write at first — I still struggle with it at times.

Is there anything you're working on at the moment? 

Hoping from idea to idea, trying to finish the next chapter of Heavenly Feast and working on a few collabs with my best friend.

Any advice you’d like to share?

Write what you like, regardless of what you think others will think. And please, don't try to sacrifice your mental health to write as much as other writers or to be a "good" writer. You must first and foremost have fun, and each writer's journey, pace and style is unique, so trying to push yourself too hard will only cause you burnout and make you hate writing or yourself. 

Shoutout time! Who would you like to say thank you too?

@suspicious-whumping-egg, my dear friend and great writer.

@burntcoffeewhump, with their delicious nsfwhump. His stories captivated me from day one.

@lumpsbumpsandwhumps with her amazing art and writing, and my blorbos Jonas and Malik.

And @zillastar13, my bff and inspiration, they are an amazing writer, with great prose and great worldbuilding,  and I love every single thing they write. 

Anything you'd like to add? 

Love y'all from the community. Keep whumping or consuming whump, my beloveds.

It was a pleasure to have you here, @heavenly-whumper!

And to all you folks at home, have a whump-derful day!

[jokerlennon]

tumblr isnt letting me post my musings about how nicky would fare if he was gallifreyan sooo im retyping it and praying. im thinking part of the Problem Loom Generation and joined house paradox early on - except i cant remember how that worked and the book of the war is unnavigable so im going to hope that they were actually recruiting people from other houses . he can start out as a cia agent as a treat but normal nicky is obviously in it for the intrigue and glamour not out of a love for his country and as such i truly don't think he'd give too many shits about the web of time either he sees the weird goth guy calling himself grandfather paradox experiment with rituals and bones and goes well that seems more exciting and fucks the fuck off. also he'd make a terrible conceptual entity can you fucking imagine