#AAAAAAAAAAAAAA DIED

[seoinquk]

So you don’t remember...

SEE YOU IN MY 19TH LIFE 이번 생도 잘 부탁해 (2023)

[aliengirl]

our best friend simon came by!!!

[kraang5]

Sniff…sniff..😔

Why am I sobbing? BECAUSE I WANT THE SEBASTIAN PLUSH SO BAD ,BUT IF YOU PUT RAND INTO DOLLARS ,THEN $25 DOLLARS..IS R550 RAND OR SOMETHING AAAAAAAAAA

[quicksilverdrabbles]

Kaidan: Lucien.

Lucien: Eep-! Er- I mean- H-Hello there, Kaidan.

Kaidan: I had something I wanted to ask you.

Lucien: O-Oh, really? Uh, fire away, I suppose.

Kaidan: ... *turns to Inigo* Do I have to?

Inigo: If you want to be able to speak with Morana better, this is necessary, brother.

Kaidan: Egh, fine. *turns back to Lucien* I.. I'm...

Lucien: You..?

Taliesin: *walking past them, not looking up from his book* He's having trouble memorizing his sign language studies.

Kaidan: Bastard.

Taliesin: You'd still prefer to ask him over me.

Lucien: Oh! I can review the material with you if you'd like! And we can have a go around at practicing some words properly so you can get a feel for stringing them together into sentences. Of course, it's also a matter of getting used to translating other's sign language, especially since people have their own ways of doing it. Morana, for instance, accents her sign language quite heavily.

Kaidan: Gods above, sign language can have accents???

Lucien: It all depends on where you grew up, to be honest. Morana, for instance, signs in a rather heavy drawl similar to a typical Morrowind accent, with drawn out movements. She says it's where she grew up and learned to sign, even if she wasn't raised in her tribe. Sign language in the Imperial City, however, tends to shorten words and abbreviate them to sign more efficiently, with faster movements. It's different for everybody!

Kaidan: Uh-huh...

Lucien: Of course, Morana also typically has to compensate for her lack of facial expression when in public, so you have to watch out for that as well. It's easier when we're at home and she has her mask off.

Kaidan: It's all so complicated.. no wonder most people don't bother learning.

Inigo: Don't tell me you're giving up?

Kaidan: *frowns, looking at Morana from across the room*

Morana: *talking with Yaksha, without her mask* I found this glade near Falkreath that has the most beautiful yellow flowers. *smiles, excited about her new potion ingredients* I've started growing some in the museum greenhouse, I think they might have Restoration-enhancing properties.

Yaksha: Oh yeah? That would be useful.

Morana: And there are the strangest moths living there-

Kaidan: ... No, I won't give up on this. *turns to Lucien with a serious expression* ... Please. Teach me.

Lucien: O-Oh.. Yes, of course. We'll get started right away.

~

Kaidan: Good morning, Morana.

Morana: *yawns, rubbing at her eyes sleepily. Her hands move in sign language subconsciously* Good morning, Kai. Did you sleep well?

Kaidan: I did, thank you. How did you sleep?

Morana: As I usually do.

Kaidan: Did you take the medicine Yaksha gave you to help you sleep better?

Morana: I did. But you were up late last night with Lu, I was worried you might have gotten into another argument.

Kaidan: Hah, well.. *frowns, slow to respond while trying to translate her sign* L-Lu.. Lucien? Ah- He and I, er.. set our differences aside. We were merely chatting.

Morana: I see. I- *blinks, staring at her hands in confusion, only now realizing she was signing* ...

Kaidan: Er- Morana?

Morana: *looks up at Kaidan, eyes widening* You can read my sign?!

Kaidan: Sort of.. I'm still getting used to it, a-and I don't know everything yet.. I think I was lucky you used words that I sort of knew already. He was right when he said you sign different, though. It threw me off for a moment.

Morana: ... You didn't have to. I know the book is easier for you.

Kaidan: *reaches to brush some hair away from her eyes, chuckling at her bedhead* It is. But this shouldn't be about what's easiest for me. I want to learn how to make things easier for you, whether that's getting supplies for Yaksha to make you medicine, or swallowing my pride and asking Lucien for help with understanding your hands.

Morana: *huffs, leaning forward and hiding her face in his chest* How do you expect me to respond when you say such sweet stuff like that?

Kaidan: Ha. You don't have to, starlight.

[pupok-0k]

⚠️eye contact ⚠️

yuuuppiiiieee!!!

[hellfire--cult]

OH WHAAT

WHAT

WHJAT

WHY

WHAT HAPPENED

I MEAN THANK YOU SO MUCH, IDK WHY BUT THANK YOU I REALLY APPRECIATE SO MUCH????????????

THANK YOU TYHANK YOU THANK YOU??????

[thatringboy]

AU where red velvet gets kicked out of the dark army and moves into the vanilla kingdom?

oh fuck yeah

It wasn’t supposed to end this way

Out of all the cookies, Pomegranate and Red Velvet were the closest to Dark Enchantress

Her most trusted priestess and her top general

Red Velvet even considered her to be his mother, the one that raised and nurtured him fresh out of the oven

If anyone was going to be discarded, it would have been Dark Choco for his morality mood swings or Poison Mushroom for being a literal child

Yet…

Here he was.

What did Red Velvet do wrong? Was it his uneasiness with crumbling other cookies? Was it his cake army’s consecutive defeats? Why why why why why had he been cast aside?

She didn’t have to take his arm, too. But it was a gift and Red Velvet should have known that all gifts can be rescinded if one is not worthy of receiving them

He was back to how he was in the Witches’ Hut: broken, misshapen, without identity and without home

Chiffon was his only comfort in the wilderness as the sun threatened to dry out their dough and crack their manes

Red Velvet’s incredible strength is was managed to get the two of them to a tiny village surrounded by dead trees and the smell of fermented, wrinkly grapes

He only remembered seeing some shadow being cast over the land before passing out from exhaustion and hunger

The rest under the cut because wow it got super long and I’m also in love with this idea

(maybe I’ll write this fic who knows)

Yet, he awoke in a plush bed wearing the softest pajamas he had ever felt and with Chiffon asleep on his lap

A soft voice at the side of his bed asked him how he was doing and it took Red Velvet way too long to recognize the face of Dark Enchantress Cookie’s sworn nemesis: Pure Vanilla Cookie

“Where am I?” He asked, holding Chiffon to his chest protectively

Pure Vanilla smiled warmly and informed the former general that he had been taken to the Vanilla Kingdom

He would be allowed to stay for as long as he liked as he was now a guest of the king

Red Velvet swore he would be gone by nightfall

He stayed in that plush bed for a week, being visited by self-appointed servants and Pure Vanilla, who personally took Chiffon for walks and gave the cake monster a good bath

Once Red Velvet was comfortable leaving his room, Black Raisin Cookie cornered him and gave him the sugar shovel talk

“If I find out this is all one big plot to destroy our kingdom from the inside out, I’ll make you wish you’d crumbled in the desert.”

Very intimidating

Red Velvet, Black Raisin and Strawberry Crepe started a Missing Limbs And Pure Vanilla Is Sort Of But Totally Not Our Dad club

Red Velvet assigned himself the duty of keeping up castle security while Black Raisin worked outside the castle

They’re work siblings, which means an intense rivalry has started

Red Velvet also commissioned Strawberry Crepe to make him a WaffleBot arm that could function like his old cake one

Black Raisin gave him a little grief for it as she functioned fine with one arm, but Strawberry Crepe told her to shut the fuck up

This got them grounded by Pure Vanilla, but it was worth it

Red Velvet loves the new arm, it’s perfectly proportional to his body and has a grappling function like the old one

The first time he called Pure Vanilla “Dad” was on purpose

They were talking about how they were two of the only cookies alive outside of the Cookie Kingdom who knew of Dark Enchantress’ past

As they talked, Red Velvet snorted and said; “so if she was my mom, does that make you my dad? Step-dad? Mother’s ex-boyfriend?”

Pure Vanilla got very quiet before whispering: “if that is how you would like to think of me, I would be honored to be considered part of your family.”

Red Velvet got weirded out and decided that no, Pure Vanilla didn’t count as his dad

The second time was accidental

He was tending to the garden with Pure Vanilla when he realized that he left his shears in his toolbox

“Hey, Pops, can you grab me my gardening tools?”

When there was no response, he looked over to see Pure Vanilla clutching the toolbox to his chest like a pillow and crying a little bit

It took an hour to get the old man to calm down

The gardening wasn’t finished

The next time GingerBrave and Co. visited the Vanilla Kingdom, Strawberry Crepe greeted them with: “you just gotta meet the new prince! He’s been the perfect test subject for my new biomechanical prosthetics! Now, you don’t need a mechanic to fix your arm: you can use any regular magic healer!”

Curious about who they were talking about, GingerBrave and the others went inside the castle to find Pure Vanilla engaging in a lively conversation about potentially starting a blueberry farm with a cookie with red dough and a white uniform

Pure Vanilla noticed the new arrivals first and cleared his throat, Red Velvet not understanding the gesture until he was halfway turned around

“You doing alright, Pops? Do I need to call a doct—oh no.”

As soon as Wizard Cookie was wrangled and calmed down, Pure Vanilla explained everything

It took some getting used to, but GingerBrave and Co. were happy to have Red Velvet on their side and his intel about Dark Enchantress’ strategies may prove extremely helpful in the future

Red Velvet was happy to have a home and a family that didn’t base his worth on how much life he could end

Black Raisin cookie still thinks she’s cooler than him

[fooltofancy]

i've been playing paladin and i have NOT been playing drk and that was scary.

[lonelysmile]

[buscandoelparaiso]

NON È PARTITO PER COPENHAGEN È RIMASTO PER LEI

[fi0nazu]

💭 qiqi 🥺

# envía “💭” para saber qué piensa mi personaje del tuyo .

fiona cuando ve a qiqi se ve un poquito a ella misma, porque considera que es alguien que no puede parar la pata y en eso puede entenderla mucho. le gusta que sea tan valiente y extrovertida porque hablar con ella se le hace muy fácil, no tiene que estar pensando tanto sus palabras o si un chiste le puede caer mal. lamenta mucho lo de sus padres, que se haya criado con una tía y una prima que quisieron reprimir su naturaleza pero valora el hecho de que qiqi no se haya dejado influenciar y que todavía siga subiéndose a todos los arboles que encuentre. en la fogata, cuando le contó la anécdota del baile donde los echaron a ella y a sus amigos, pensó que salir de fiesta a su lado sería la cosa más divertida — no ve la hora de invitarla a bailar. quiere ser su amiga, pero no siente la necesidad de impresionarla para hacerlo ( y eso también le gusta ).

[c0nnverse]

current mood:

[the-quiet-light]

Thank you

They sit there in peaceful silence for a while…

[februaryberries]

im so behind on school and it’s literally week two and i need to work on stuff but everytime i think about it i get like horrifically anxious and can’t do anything but i need to think about it so get it done,,,,,,,,, do you see my problem

[itoshi-s]

idk if it's your thing but im thinking about noncon or cnc with sae. maybe its something you both agree beforehand. he comes home and he's very rough and hard with you. just what im thinking about today 😌

AAAAAAAAaaaAAa NONnIe pls !!! PLEASE of course this is my thing 😭😭😭😭😃 in fact i might just cream my pants as we speak abt it !

this made me so feral u do not have ANY idea how much i want this man to use me all up . he's fucked up in this head of his ,, i just know it and u all will too after this :')

nsfw / 17+ only / minors dni !

cw: noncon/cnc (u talk it thru before but there's several mentions of it feeling forced), fem reader, heavy choking, face slapping, degradation, mentions of cervix fucking and bleeding, a lil bit of dacryphilia

sae, who seems like he’s always in control of everything, but it’s just a delusion that he keeps up as a defense mechanism - something to pull his thoughts away from the many issues that trouble him. sae, who knows just yet another way to let his mind run empty, until the white noise dies down.

you’ve discussed it earlier, obviously, although it did take you a glass or two of wine to admit it - that you really, really wanted to give it a try. him, taking you against your will and despite your cries and begging, handling you however he likes, for as long as he pleases.

you two never really even needed any kind of safe-word before - a simple stop was sufficient enough - but sae was just logical enough to make you think of one, to keep the boundary firm.

that way, he's seemingly not phased at all as he shoves your head in the plush pillows, cutting your airflow with the deathgrip he has on the back of your neck, to silence your cries.

"sae- please, please please," the words come between hiccups, muffled and pathetic between his hard thrusts. "pl- ah- please, d-don' want it."

you say it as if it'd make him stop - as if he cared.

but he doesn't, or at least not the way you wished he would. in fact, hearing the way you sob and how every movement of his hips cuts your breath away gives him the drive to go even harder - rough, until your body slumps in defeat, becomes pliant in his grip.

heat bites at his cheeks, flushed and hued bright pink - just like always when he's this aroused - as he groans, deep in his chest, and lands a hard smack on the fat of your ass cheek. it stings, the lewd sound bouncing off the bedroom walls, and is followed by your wailing into the expensive feathers of your pillows. it hurts - all over the reddened flesh, against your cervix that sae just seems to bully his cock right on with each thrust, and in your chest, as his fingers flex around your neck tighter and make it hard to inhale.

with a shaky breathe, sae gives a slight shove to your head, using your body as leverage to fix his position behind you and push his hips even further against your ass. "stop fuckin' squirming." you'd nod quickly, the demanding tone making you tremble in fear, but he holds you so tight, your head just won't move. "dumb bitch wants to order me around? 's that it?" the mockery forces another wash of tears to soak into the silk sheets - a sob strangled somewhere in your throat, as white starts to seep into your vision from asphyxia.

he pulls his hips just a few inches back, only to push right back inside, until he physically feels it just won't go further, until the blunt head of his cock kisses right at your bruised cervix - until you start crying, proper and loud.

his cock twitches against your walls at the sound, and with a short exhale, he picks up the pace of his thrusts again.

it usually begins just like this, the same way each and every time. a routine, if you will. there's a training bag being dumped right by the front door, a soft thud as he kicks his shoes off, and the harsh echo of keys hitting the glass bowl.

sometimes, the only thing he wishes for on days like this, when there's a turmoil in both his chest and head, eating away at him, is to see your head peek out from your bedroom and feel your arms wrap around him moments after.

you want to talk about it? - you'd ask, and he turns to mush in your embrace.

but then again, there's times when it goes south - and it takes one look at his face as you walk to the front door to make you back away. you know how sae is and how he's not one to tiptoe around anyone else. he's sharp, bitter, and can bring someone to either tears or anxiety with barely a few muttered words.

but he's never like this with you - an exception that makes your hurt flutter.

or, more likely, he wasn't, until you shyly admitted that you just might want him to try and be.

it feels notably real, brings the thrill and puts your mind into fight or flight when you really don't want it. when your day was just as exhausting as his - if not even worse - and the last thing you can think about is his hands on you, touching and bringing pleasure. at the very back of your head, as he manhandles you into any position he wants with no regards to your cries and pleas, there's a thought that in fact, maybe you should be scared. that just maybe, you actually are.

but the heavy, rapid beat of your heart against your ribcage and the heat that pools in the pit of your stomach tells you otherwise - reminds you through the haze in your mind that this is what you want.

"s-sae- sae,"

it's like a broken record, brain turned into mush and tongue thick in your mouth as you babble.

"stop, stop, please, sae please i can't- can't take this."

your knees buckle underneath your weight, wobbly and weak, muscles cramped and tingling from exhaustion, but it spurs him on. that, and the feeling of your pussy throbbing so sweetly around him, squeezing him tight, as he feels the clear nectar trickle down the inside of your thighs, staining his own with filth.

"then tell her to stop fucking creaming on me." it comes out as a breathy laugh as he pulls out abruptly, letting go of your neck and making you wheeze. "third time. you've came all over me, cryin' and whoring yourself out, three times already, and you tell me you don't want this."

the spinning of your vision doesn't let go not even one bit as sae already grabs you by the ankles, swiftly pulling you towards him, flipping you onto your back with ease.

you push at his forearms, sputtering for your breath still and sniffling, pathetic and desperate. he knits his brows together, gives a look that speaks so much disdain that it brings you to look away. he doesn't have any of it, a hand helping him ease his cock back inside of your poor and twitching cunt before it wraps back around your throat - firm and snug, knuckles flashing white at the grip.

you gasp, hands grabbing at his wrist as blood rushes to your face, but then there's a stinging sensation that forces your head to the side - a loud slap and white hot burn on your cheek, where sae's hand has just hit.

"look at me," he demands, and there's a spark of desperation in the heavy and hoarse tone of his voice. he's close - again, having filled you up to the very brim once already - but his mind's so clouded and hazy, all mashed into one, with fucking you into tears as his only objective, he feels like he could go for hours.

well, he already is.

the same hand that delivered the slap grabs on your jaw, thumb digging into the soft flesh of your cheek and forcing your mouth open as finally, you look back up at him. there's tears clinging to your lashline, no thought between those pretty doe eyes, as your nimble fingers tighten around his wrist.

soft little breaths come out ragged and high pitches, squeaky, almost, as you whimper.

"please," the sound makes sae fight back a smirk as your eyes roll back just in time with his thrusts resuming. "pl- please-n'more," it's breathy as you moan, eyes almost crossing from the force of his hips slamming on yours.

he's fucked you so dumb, just the way he wanted to - just the way you look the prettiest, tears clinging to your cheeks, hair stuck to dampened skin, tongue lolling out to catch your breath.

"shut this whore mouth of yours and take it." it's firm, but you can hear his breath hitch deep in his throat, fighting back a groan that'd only sound needier than he intended it to. you go to squeeze your eyes shut, back arching and hips scurrying away as he slams right against your cervix, so deep you're surprised it didn't make you bleed yet - but before you can, there's another slap to your face, firm and heavy, and it brings you back afloat.

that, and the sight of teal eyes staring right back at you, needy and growing softer with every move of his hips as he nears his high again.

"told you not to fucking look away," it's almost a wheeze as he speaks, both hands resting around your throat now, using the hold as support as he maneuvers you to meet his thrusts. "c'mon. make m' cum, i know you can."

your vision nearly tunnels and there's specks of white creeping in, but even as your lids grown heavy, you can still see the desperation on sae's pretty features - teeth sinking into his bottom lip, brows furrowed, and turquoise eyes boring into your face - observant.

he sees you're almost at your limit - but you're a pleaser.

you nod weakly, one hand slipping from his wrist to grab at his bicep instead - dragging him closer, until he has to fix his grip on you to keep himself up.

his eyes look for yours, struggling to focus as he feels the familiar heat pool in his abdomen, muscles tensing and cock twitching inside of you - but he watches your face as you glance up at him through tears. searches for further permission, makes sure you're okay, even if you're still crying softly for him to stop, it hurts, sae please stop.

he reads you so good, it makes his chest swell.

you do not miss the glint of adoration that seeps through the teal irises, or how he moans under his breath at your fucked out expression as his thrusts grow sloppier.

and even if it hurts, makes you ache all over and your chest burn from lack of oxygen - he makes it feel like you deserve it.

even if you don't want it, he makes sure that in the end, you do.

reblogs are greatly appreciated ! :)

© itoshi-s. do not plagiarize, repost as your own or mention on other sm platforms.

[cheriecelestial]

i saw ur fic! very nice writing :D you fleshed out the parts i was too lazy to write because i didn’t want to draw more panels lol

rlly interesting mc, i admittedly did not give much thought as to who jacob was before he died

i’ll check ur blog for updates!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

STOP I’M FANGIRLING SO HARD RN AFSJSHAGSJSGV.

Ps: The MC has some traits that he will be using to his advantage in the future chapters. Also I’m half way done on pt2