#B) of a higher position by a long shot

[naive-petals]

@fjinyumi

Peeking out from behind the corner she was hiding from the young teenager bowed apologetically, her head kept low out of fear for her own safety.

“Im sorry.” Is it wrong to bow this far? She wasn’t stopping anyways.

[joelsrose]

Stay

just something short and sweet before I go to bed ☁️

The room was dim, the last slivers of daylight bleeding through the boarded-up windows, casting long, jagged shadows over the battered walls. It had been a shit patrol. Not because of the infected—you’d handled that fine—but because of him.

Because of the way Joel never seemed to trust your calls, always thinking he knew best, always overruling you like you were some rookie when you’d been doing this just as long.

The disagreement had bled into everything, into the way you ignored him on the walk back, into the way you moved around the safe house now, stiff with frustration, jaw tight.

And Joel, of course, was as relaxed as ever, lounging back against the old couch, legs spread, arm slung across the backrest, watching you with that unreadable expression.

“Sit,” he commanded as you walked past. Just that. No softness in his tone, no coaxing. Just an order, like he expected you to obey.

You didn’t. You kept walking.

But before you could take another step, his hand shot out, fingers curling around your wrist, strong and sure. The next thing you knew, the world tilted—your breath caught in your throat as you stumbled, his pull drawing you down before you could resist. You landed against him, awkwardly but undeniably, his arm already looping around your waist to steady you, keeping you there as you found yourself perched sideways on his lap.

His thigh was firm beneath you, the heat of him bleeding through the layers of fabric, grounding you, overwhelming you. Your side pressed against his chest, your hand instinctively bracing against his shoulder, but the tension in his hold left no room for escape. The scent of leather and wood smoke—so distinctly Joel—washed over you, making your thoughts scatter, your pulse quicken.

“Joel,” you breathed, the word shaky, your fingers twitching where they rested on him. You tried to push up, tried to create some distance, but his grip only tightened, his arm an iron band around your waist.

“Stay,” he said, his voice low, firm, and completely immovable. “And talk.”

Your heart stuttered, the absurdity of the situation hitting you all at once—the way you were perched awkwardly on his lap, his arm a solid weight around your waist, keeping you there like it was the most natural thing in the world. You could feel the warmth of him through every point of contact, the steadiness of his chest beneath your palm, the unrelenting grip of his hand on your hip. It was overwhelming, distracting, maddening.

“Joel,” you said, cheeks burning as you gestured to yourself, to the utterly inappropriate position he’d pulled you into. “Like this?” Your brows furrowed, incredulous, trying to inject some sense into the madness. “You want to talk like this?”

“Like this,” he repeated, his tone unbothered, calm, like he didn’t see a single thing wrong with it. If anything, there was the faintest flicker of amusement in his voice, as though he enjoyed watching you fluster and scramble for control.

You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry, avoiding his gaze as you felt the heat climb higher in your cheeks.

“Like this,” he said again, slower this time, more deliberate, like he was daring you to challenge him, to push back against the closeness he’d so unapologetically created.

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Your words were lodged somewhere in your throat, your mind too clouded with the way his arm hadn’t budged, the way his voice seemed to settle low in your stomach, curling like heat.

“You seemed so angry a minute ago,” he murmured, his voice rough, steady. “Now you can’t even look at me?”

“I am angry,” you shot back, though the words sounded thin, wavering, even to your own ears.

“Not convincing,” he said, and damn him, he had the nerve to smirk. That cocky, lopsided smirk that made your stomach flip in a way you absolutely refused to acknowledge.

You bristled, heat flooding your face as you pushed against his chest, trying to get up, trying to put some distance between you and the unbearable tension simmering in the air. But his arm tightened, holding you in place like it was nothing, like you weren’t even trying.

“Joel,” you warned, voice sharp, though it faltered just slightly when his gaze pinned you, unrelenting and far too steady.

“Hmm?” he drawled, the sound low, infuriating, like he wasn’t taking you seriously at all. Like he knew exactly what he was doing to you and didn’t care in the slightest.

“Let me go,” you said, though the words came out softer than you intended, betraying you.

And then, just as you opened your mouth to argue, to tell him off, he leaned in—slow, deliberate, like he had all the time in the world to watch you fall apart.

The air thickened, charged, and you froze, your breath catching as his face came closer, close enough to see the flecks of gold in his eyes, the faint crease of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His gaze flicked down, grazing over your parted mouth, and you knew—you knew—he was going to kiss you.

And you didn’t stop him.

His lips brushed yours, soft but deliberate, testing the waters in a way that made your pulse stutter and your chest ache. It wasn’t rushed or hungry. It was worse.

Slow, tantalizing, a kiss that was all heat and restraint, one that made the tension in your stomach coil tighter, higher, until you swore you’d snap. The hand on your waist shifted, his fingers pressing firmer, pulling you just a breath closer as he deepened the kiss—not too much, not yet—but enough to leave you spinning, enough to steal the breath from your lungs and replace it with nothing but him.

And just as you started to lean in, as your body gave in without hesitation, he pulled back.

Your breath was unsteady, lips parted, cheeks burning as you blinked at him, stunned. And he had the audacity—the nerve—to look like that. That achingly tender smile curved his lips, boyish and mischievous, like he knew exactly what he’d done to you. Like he knew you’d play this moment over and over again in your head long after it was gone. It didn’t match the hard edges of his face, the weathered lines carved by time and grief and everything else that made him, him. But it was there, soft and devastating, and it made your stomach flip in ways you weren’t ready to admit.

“Still mad?” he asked, his voice low, teasing, that smirk deepening as his hand caressed your waist, keeping you rooted firmly in place.

You tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. Your throat felt dry, your heart a chaotic drumbeat in your chest. All you could do was sit there, flushed and silent, because you didn’t trust yourself to answer—not when your body had betrayed you so completely, melting into his as though it belonged there.

He didn’t need an answer, though. His gaze dropped, taking in the way you sat pliant and breathless, the way your fingers had curled instinctively into the fabric of his shirt, holding on to him like you didn’t want to let go.

His smirk softened, just barely, his thumb brushing the curve of your waist in a way that sent another shiver racing down your spine. “Didn’t think so,” he murmured, voice rough but warm, his gaze lingering on your face for just a moment longer before he finally leaned back, that maddening smile still tugging at his lips.

[niqhtlord01]

Humans are weird: The Pettiness of Man

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Human pocket kingdoms were the result of the fragmented nature of humanity’s space exploration and settlement programs. Central authority still resided with the Terran Protectorate the closer one got to the Terran homeworld, but the further one went the less and less power the Protectorate had leaving opportunistic parties to establish their own domains.

The Federalist Union and Kingdom of the Fallen Sun were two such domains. Each situated in their own star system neighboring the other, the two realms had at one point been part of what was known as the Caspen Initiative. Funded by the Caspen Corporation, both systems were colonized and put under direct corporate rule rather than the laws of the Protectorate.

The Truna System held the most infrastructure and had turned its settlements into thriving cities. The comforts of the core worlds could be found here in abundance leading to a higher quality of life. It was here Caspen situated their corporate headquarters for the initiative which further led to the system becoming a major trade hub.

In contrast, the Kefer System was still largely untamed and wild yet rich with natural resources. Caspen did not wish to risk losing more experienced personnel on these planets nor take the time to invest in an expensive robotic work force. The wildlife across all the planets within the Kefer System was extremely hostile and dangerous; resulting in the failures of two colonization attempts already. In the end Caspen instead was able to obtain several transports of convicted criminals and turn them into penal laborers.  Fortified factories were established with a heavily armed guard force watching over the laborers and delivering them expected quotas. In exchange for their labor they were provided with basic necessities for living and comfort; though the prisoners soon realized that the corporate ideal of “comfort” was often the least expensive option they could find.

Initially the management of both systems under the Caspen Corporation went well the company saw ever increasing share values. Unsurprisingly though, corporations are not equipped to act as a governing body and rifts soon began brewing in both systems. In Truna, the citizens began moving for more reasonable work hours and a louder voice in who is selected for high level positions. Around the same time the penal laborers in Kefer began planning mass revolts to overthrow an increasingly oppressive guard force that repeatedly put them in danger for the sake of profit margins. Caspen naturally tried to clamp down on the unrest, but their often heavy handed retaliations only further inflamed dissident movements to the point open revolt occurred almost simultaneously.

The resulting struggle would eventually see the complete removal of the Caspen Corporation from both systems, but also lay the groundwork for future conflicts between the newly established Federalist Union of the Truna system and the Kingdom of the Fallen Sun in the Kefer System.

The Unionists of Truna saw the penal laborers as nothing more than convicts and refused to recognize their newly founded kingdom as legitimate. Likewise the newly freed prisoners of Kefer, under their chosen king Sigvold the Mad, saw the citizens of Truna as part of the corporate machine that had made their lives a living hell and wanted nothing to do with them.

Each side regards the other as being the natural aggressor, but to finding the truth of who fired the first shot will never be known. What is certain is that not long after their corporate overlords were driven away did both systems set their sights on each other.

For nearly two centuries both systems have been at war with each other with the Federalist Union developing into a thriving independent system and the Kingdom of the Fallen Sun becoming a haven for every backwater, illegal, and nefarious scoundrel the galaxy has to offer. The Federalist council has attempted to isolate the Kefer system via naval blockades, while the new king Haren Hammer launches periodic raids against the Union to steal technology and supplies.

It looked like the stalemate would continue until the end of time until a third party intervened.

The alien species Gresh’n had been eyeing the prosperous worlds in the Truna System and had waited for the right moment to strike and claim them for their own. This moment came when the Federalist Union deployed the majority of their fleet to make yet another attempt to destroy the Kingdom of the Fallen Sun and remove the corruption so close to their doorstep.

Once the Gresh’n confirmed both human fleets were locked in deadly battle did they commit their own forces to invading the Federalist Union.

Caught completely unaware, the forces left to protect the borders of the Federalist Union were easily swept aside in a series of lightning strikes. Even the capital world came under siege with Gresh’n forces poised to conquer the world in little more than a month.

Just when the system was at its darkest something beyond comprehension happened.

At the outskirts of the Truna System the Gresh’n detected a massive fleet. The picket lines established to screen the main invasion force were decimated and when the mystery fleet finally held orbit and squared off with the primary fleet of the Gresh’n military they were surprised to see that it was comprised of both Unionist and Kingdom forces. Before the final battle commenced a system wide broadcast went out originating from the Kingdom’s flagship and personal ship of king Harren Hammer.

“YOU FUCKING INGRATES!!!” the pocket king shouted into the camera, “YOU’VE RUINED EVERYTHING!!!!”

“FOR YEARS I PLANNED THE PERFECT WAR TO END THESE UNION BASTARDS ONCE AND FOR ALL AND YOU COME ALONG AND FUCK IT UP! I WILL NOT HAVE MY VICTORY STOLEN FROM ME!”

With that the massed armada descended on both the Gresh’n fleet and their forces on the capital world. The civilized citizens of the Union watched as they were rescued by pirates, thieves, criminals, and every variety of psychopaths the galaxy had a name for while overhead Kingdom junkers and corsair ships boarded Gresh’n ships and took them as trophies.

After thirteen hours of intense fighting the Gresh’n finally flung up the proverbial white flag and surrendered. King Harren replied that he would give them a three hour head start and that after that every Gresh’n in system would be hunted down and killed. In its weakened state the Federalist Union could not oppose this decision and so remained quiet.

Three hours passed and true to his word King Harren began a massive hunt the likes of which are still spoken of. Fleeing Gresh’n ships were magnetically harpooned as they fled and dragged back to be boarded by cutthroats while Gresh’n ground forces pleaded to deaf eared Union citizens for shelter as the Kingdom vagabonds scoured the planet for new trophies.

When the hunt was finally finished there was no exchange of thanks, nor celebration held in honor of their saviors. The forces of the kingdom withdrew one by one, hulls full of new bounty, until only King Harren’s flagship remained.

“You get five years to rebuild.” He said over another system wide broadcast. “After that I’m coming back and taking this all proper.”

With that final ominous warning the pocket king left.

The effects of the Gresh’n failed invasion would have limited impact on the wider galaxy save for the fact it would teach future alien leaders that when considering invasions of human territory, one could not always count on the enemy of your enemy being your friend.

[quilly72]

"are you serious would you actually do that.. for me"

You nodded as you fumbled with the prototype growth ray in your hand.

"I get you've always wanted to be a bit bigger but what I need you to understand is any growth this does is permanent"

Lexi brushed you off as she began to stand up. "Do it"

You quickly brushed off the machine as you aimed it at her petite chest. Her small frame standing up as tall as it could. You sheepishly pulled the trigger as it began to heat up. The ray shook and spasmed, smoke billowing out the sides as it glowed pure white. The tip blazingly hot as the light seeped out of the cracks. Before long a short bright hot ray shooting off into Lexi nearly faster than you could see.

Lexi flew back she clutched her chest as her boobs heated up. Her eyes tearing up her face gritting as she held back the pain. Lexi fell to her knees as you heard an audible groaning sound. Her boobs seemingly expanding hlunderneath her oversized sleep shirt as you saw two mounds peak out from underneath her.

Similarly her butt started to expand outward. Her pajama bottoms creaking as her butt tested the seams as they strectched thin. Pop pop. Two fell off as her panties poked out from underneath. Her legs inching out of her pants as they fell up to her calves.

Lexi took a deep breath as her growth slowed down. Slowly shakily standing up as she adjusted to her new size. Not only had her boobs butt and legs gotten bigger but all of her had. Her bracelet digging into her skin. Her socks strectched thin as she stood up staright her head just below yours as she took a deep breath. "You didn't tell me it was gonna hurt so bad." She chuckled as she examined herself. She heated her chest as she tried to loosen her bra and readjust it. As she did her body croaked. Lexi made a puzzled look before doubling over.

She grunted and groaned as her body swelled out again. Her body breaking a fever as she heated up. "Fuccc this hurtssss"

Her socks ripped off her feet as they inched across the carpet her shoulders filled her shirt as her boobs lifted it off her belly. Her shirt raising up to reveal her lower torso.

Her pants ripped another couple of seams as they clung to her hips and thighs constraining her movement.

Lexi shot back up her head now a couple inches taller than your 6 ft frame. She peeled her pants off her body inch by inch as she unclasped her bra. Taking in a deep breath as she readjusted. "That should be it I mean I wasn't hit with too big of a ray"

You nodded sheepishly to be honest you had never tested it before on humans just plants up to this point.

You watched as she readjusted her clothing. Her nipples poking out of her previously large shirt. Her panties struggling against her larger ass as she measured herself up against you. "What am I 6'2" 6'3" this is awesome I can't believe it actually work...."

She trailed off as she felt her stomach drop. Her body tightening as she began to grit her teeth. "Something's wrong this one's different what's happeni..."

She was cut off as she lurched higher. Her legs spasming taller. Her chest heaving larger as she sprang up another foot. Her hands flying up to brush the ceiling as her eyes turned wide. "Too big" she muttered as she sprang up again. Her head soaring into the ceiling above her. Her shirt turned crop top as her boobs lifted it up off her body. Her sleeves barely covering her shoulders as they ripped at the cuffs.

Her panties fell down her butt as her ass swelled larger over and under the fabric. A slight tear forming in the front as her booty swelled larger. Her knees bent slightly as her arms braced against the ceiling. "Too big when's it gonna stop I didn't want to be this big"

She surged again. She fell to her knees. B

Her bracelet snapped off her wrist as her panties tore off her butt her shirt choking her before ripping down the back falling to shreds around her. Her nude body meeting the cool air as she leaned forward. Her kneeling position filling a quarter of the room as she hyperventilated. "Help me" she muttered as you stood frozen in place. Another surge racking her as she finally slowed down. Her head meeting the ceiling again as she cocked it to one side. Her breathing heavy as she barely managed to stay conscious. "I think... I'm done..."

Her body settled as she tried to reajust in the room. She curled into a ball as she smirked. "I think it's time to work on the shrink ray honey"

[s1llysmut]

NSFW Alphabet with Emily and a fem reader?

A/N: I tried to keep this gender neutral just so I don’t have to make a male one too.

NSFW alphabet for Emily

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

She’s so sleepy and cuddly after sex. Aftercare is up to you honestly, she’s passed out on your chest.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Her favourite body part on herself is her wings because she sees them as an important part of herself, her favourite body part on her partner is their smile honestly. She’s too wholesome okay?

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She will literally whimper if you finger her and then lick her cum off your fingers.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She has a corruption kink. She loves that you can destroy her innocence.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She has absolutely no clue about anything sexual.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

She likes missionary. She finds it more romantic.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She can be both. It’s all up to you. She’ll match your vibe.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Since she’s bald regularly, I feel like she’s got no hair down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

She can be kinky that’s for sure but she also loves to look into your eyes during sex so, she’s a good mix.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She has humped your pillow before and you caught her. She was so embarrassed it was so cute.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Corruption, praise, degradation.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom. She’s kinky but not risky like that.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

She really likes how her partner smells, not sure why.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

She will never hurt you in any way shape or form. It would make her cry.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She much prefers to receive it. A bit of a pillow princess honestly.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Most all up to you. She doesn’t like to call the shots.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She’ll do one if you really want to but she’ll never initiate it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes. She loves you so much she’ll try almost anything that you show any interest in.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

She can last for quite a while actually. About 5 rounds!

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

If you want to use them she will.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She doesn’t tease at all.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She will whimper, moan, scream, cry, whine. So vocal.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

If you eat her out on your knees she melts. It makes her feel like she’s being praised like god.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

A cups and a small ass too.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Actually a bit higher than average surprisingly.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As long as she’s cuddled up with you, she’s out like a light.

[nexstage]

The end(?) AU

The bet

So, it really came to this, uh? To imagine a day where Bill Cipher, master manipulator, king of the Nightmare Realm, and fearsome dream demon, would simply be cornered because of a few different choices, such a possibility was considered an insult punishable by death!

Not anymore.

Time was running out. His pride and hatred desperately pushed him away from what he was going to do but he pushed them harder into a corner of his mind.

He inhaled and exhaled even when there was no need of that. “Let’s get this over with.” He dove like an Olympic swimmer into the dreams of the last person that would help him.

“Heya, Shooting Star!”

“Aaaahhhh! B-B-Bill!!” Before he could speak, she summoned a spray can and shot at his eye eliciting a pained scream from him. His size triplicated, becoming red like rubies, although it lasted a few seconds.

He turned around, massaging his eyelid. “Calm down, Cipher. Calm down. It’s ok, she’s just scared. Don’t screw this up or you’re dead.”

“What are you doing here, Bill?! What do you want?!” Mabel slowly walked toward him with a spiked club in her hands. It might not kill him but as long as it forced him out of her head, she would use any weapons easy to conjure.

“Look, ki—“ the bat swung at him. He backed down, raising his arms placatingly. “Wow wow, relax, would ya?! I won’t hurt you!”

“Liar!”

“It’s true! No one sent me to torture you or anything!” He evaded another swing.

“Even if that’s true, which I doubt, you coming on your own in my dreams is still bad news!!”

“Listen, I need your help.”

“For what? To possess someone else? Torment my family? Throw Dipper into a cannon? End the world?”

‘The last one would still be possible if you had taken the wrong backpack while running away’ Bill wanted to spat at her; he quelled this desire and prepared himself for the most excruciating, humiliating, and idiotic step in his plan: telling the truth.

“Listen, Shooting Star, I know you don’t like me and the sentiment is mutual but this isn’t about me… My friends and I… We… We need your help. We need to escape the Nightmare Realm.”

“Nightmare Realm?” She barely lowered the weapon and then raised it higher, glowering at him. He would call it charming that a human offspring dared to attack him despite their powerless position compared to his; nonetheless, his survival implored him to not derail this longer.

“It’s where I live. My dimension. My friends and I love to have parties there but it’s not safe anymore. The Nightmare Realm is too unstable to keep existing. It’s a matter of time before it erases itself with me and my friends in it. See it this way, the dimension is a building. People live in buildings, but if the building is set on fire or an earthquake happens, it’s over. You’re done for.”

“Why should I believe you? This must be a trick to rope me into your evil schemes!”

“Good news for you, kid, because right now I don’t have time for lies or manipulation. I’m telling you the whole truth. My dimension is going to collapse and I need your help.”

“Forget it then, you can die for all I care!” And she turned around, even flipping him the finger off as she got farther away. That insolent, prepubescent monkey!! What happened with all the compassion and kindness she showed to others like Llama or Broken Heart? Was not having Pine Tree on her side anymore suck away all of that? Or was she pretending?

Whatever. He had no time for this. If words didn’t convince her, maybe a spectacle in a VIP seat would.

“Wait, Star!” She jumped a few steps back the moment Bill appeared in front of her.

“Leave me alone, Bill! I told you, I won’t help you!”

“Look, you wanna see that I’m not lying? That this isn’t a trap? Then I can show you. Real evidence, live and direct!”

“And you think that will be enough to change my mind? You’re evil, Bill! You invaded Stan’s mind, possessed my brother, threatened to kill him, and I bet the list goes on.”

“But you’re not like me. Sure, call me evil, pest, monster, yada yada yada, don’t care. At least…” He swallowed his pride harder. Oh, he hated this part so much! “At least do it for someone else? I mean, it’s not only me. My friends can’t escape on their own. Remember when Llama was going to be brutally shredded by the Lilliputians? You saved her, didn’t you? And she was horrible to you.”

“Llama?”

“The Northwest girl.”

“Oh… Wait, that’s different! Pacifica might not be perfect but she didn’t do the stuff you did!”

“Her family is a conglomeration of rats and hypocrites!” He inhaled and exhaled deeply to quell his frustrations. “The point is, you helped her and gave her a chance. Why can’t you do the same for me?”

“If by helping you means letting you roam the world free and do whatever you want—“

“But it won’t be like that!” Think think! He was losing her! What price would be enough to sway her? An infinite supply of yarn for her sweaters? A chest full of gold? Maybe a giant fountain of ice cream and Smile Dip? Living, walking crayons?! Or perhaps an exact copy of her brother that won’t leave her behind?! WHAT THE FUCK DID SHE WANT?!!

“Give me a price and we can start. Anything you desire. A handsome brainless boyfriend, I mean, you are boy-crazy, kid. Or maybe a huge brain! I can cram hundreds of thousands of years of knowledge into your mind that would make uncle Fordsy green of envy. What about a legion of adorable piglets? You like piglets, right? Just tell me!!”

A realization clicked on her at the shrill-like tone in Bill’s voice and his erratic expression. For the first time since that fateful battle inside Stanley’s mind, Mabel witnessed a feeling she never imagined on the dream demon: desperation. “You… You really want to get out of there… You’re in danger.”

Bill closed his eye tightly. Fucking finally, she got it! “Yes. You’re the only person that can help me.”

“Let’s suppose I do, then what? Are you going to cause trouble, hurt people, torment others’ dreams? How can I be sure that you and your friends won’t start a killing rampage?”

“You can meet them. I can take you to the Nightmare Realm to witness the Erasure and get to know each of them, but to do that you have to trust me.” He extended her hand to her, blue flames engulfed it in seconds.

She hesitated. Then, a new idea crossed her mind. “If this is a trap, I don’t know how but I’ll tell Grunkle Ford what is going on and you can say goodbye to your ticket out of that place.” She gulped, shaking Bill’s hand quickly.

As a portal to the Nightmare Realm opened before them, Mabel and Bill could only think one thing: “This better work.”

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

The Christmas Rumble

“Alright Alright! Listen up my dearest demon-humans! For the holiday rumble we’ll decide who’s doing what! Now everyone write your names on the pieces of papers and I’ll throw them into my top hat!” 

The former Upper Moons respectfully groaned and cheered as everyone took their respective slips of paper and pens that you had them pass around. Spread across and in front of the circular sofa; the papers made their way around enough for you to collect them all. You made sure to turn around to Muzan who was pouting in the leather arm-chair behind you. 

Flipping your hat off you begin to shake it, full of the names of the humanified Upper Moons. Thanks to whatever mysterious force isekai’d them to your world, their demon statuses had been revoked. Time is reversed for them long before their encounters with the demon slayers. You had gone on long enough without them discovering their origins and you’d like to keep it that way.

“Alright first pick for head of decorations iiiissss–”

“Please let it be me! Please let it be me!” 

It was Daki or Ume who was pleading that it’d be her. You almost felt bad for what you were going to read.

“Kokushibo!”

“Noooo!” 

Daki screamed, glaring at her feet while she dug her nails into her arms. Gyutarou simply put a worried hand over his face; which had a resigned look with a splash of embarrassment. While they weren’t demons anymore they still respected their leader, who was smiling at the 1st Upper Moon. 

“Kokushibo as a decorator, eh?”

Kokushibo refused to look up, while Daki shot a glare in his direction.

“Master…please.”

“Hey Kookie its not so bad!” You decided to pipe in. “You are basically in charge of everyone getting in the Joyful mood! Which is super important this time of year!”

A small smile crept on his face as he looked to you. 

“(Y/n)...”

“Besides I’m always happy to help and you’ll have your assistant!”

“What about me (Y/n)!?”

Hanging on your waist was Daki, no longer having a tantrum on the couch. With no doubt phony tears she hugged at your waist; purposefully making puppy dog eyes up at you. You didn’t mind her forwardness but Muzan did. 

“Daki, you’ll get something I promise. I just can’t give the position to you without being unfair to the others.”

“Who cares about the others? Don’t you love me?!”

The ‘L-word’ had many perking up. Even instigating Sekido to fling his slipper in her direction, lightly plopping off her head. She turned slowly with a growl rising in her throat. Gyutarou also snapped to attention clutching a throw pillow as he glared at the humanized clone.

“Oi oi you looking to lose your hand today!?”

“Guys! Guys!? Come on not now please!”

“Grrr I just washed my hair (Y/n! And it threw it at you too, (Y/n)! Don’t you think it should be disqualified?”

“It?! Why you selfish little b–”

“Watch your tongue or I’ll cut it off!”

You wanted to move between the two, only for your trek to be stopped by Daki who seemed insistent on keeping you in place. Right now it was pillows but you knew it would escalate. Aizetsu looked as though he would cry while Urogi and Karaku began to laugh. Also amused another Upper Moon clapped.

“Ooo how exciting! Who knew assigning positions could be so fun?”

“No! No, Doma this is not fun this is–”

“A mess (Y/n).” Muzan interrupted, matter of factly. “I suggest we should post po-”

“Oh? Are we fighting with pillows now!? What are you all children?!”

You tried again, “Zohakuten…”

“Shut up!”

“Hey don’t tell them to shut-up, brat!” This was Daki still clutching your waist.

“I’m higher than you!”

“So? You can barely reach the table now.”

He growled at her to which she returned the favor. Meanwhile the others were getting quite violent with smashing those pillows against eachother. You’re sure just a second ago you caught Urogi straight-up punching the newcomer Gyokko. You could hear the embarrassed sigh from Kokushibo and the giggles-turning to laughter from Doma. Somehow all were still oblivious to the angry aura surrounding Muzan.

“At this rate there’s only one way to get them to stop.” Akaza spoke earning the attention of those not participating in the pillow-brawl this had become. He shot you a look before looking at the hat and back at you. You smiled nodding your head as you got the message. You took a big breath readying your vocal chords for a much needed shout.

“ALRIGHT! Who ever stops fighting both verbally and physically gets to choose who works with me them as well as their position.”

In a manner of seconds the room had quieted. Gyutarou settling to glare at Sekido who returned the favor. The other iterations of Hantengu settled down as well, leaving Daki to quickly scramble back to her seat. All semblance of fighting had ceased as they waited for your verdict.

You nodded in thanks at Akaza, smugly sending a look towards Muzan who had an unreadable expression on his face. You turned to the group with a triumphant smile. 

“Alright everybody so the winner is–”

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“This sucks! This isn’t fun at all!”

“Stop your whining Urogi and finish your piping! I’m going to be mad if you screw up these cupcakes with your sporadic designs.”

“But your always mad!”

“Shut up!” 

Even though he was shouting at his team it was nice to see…most of Hantengu’s clones working together. Sure, Aizetsu was whining about something, Karaku was playing with dough, and Zohakuten occasionally yelling at the former two. But this was nice. 

A far cry from the usual chaos these four tended to create. 

Speaking of chaos you spotted Douma and Kokushibo dawning their hand-made ugly sweaters as they played (read as: fought over) the soft tape measure. Kokushibo surprisingly took up the task of stitching the ugly sweaters together having found sewing and crochetting as his latest hobby. Douma, after whining about not being able to work with you decided he’d join the 1st Upper Moon. No doubt, totally planning to be the biggest obstacle Kokushibo is going to have to face.

“Oh (Y/n)! We’re working on taking measurements, just come over here and I’ll ack–” 

The blonde was caught in an unrelenting headlock that had him gasping for air. The one performing the headlock, was Kokushibo trying to wrench the cloth tape measure from the other’s tight grip. He casually looked to you and bowed his head.

“I apologize (Y/n) but while we’re on the topic. May I get your measurements?”

You chuckled nervously. “Uh how about I send it to you later, okay?”

Kokushibo nodded, tightening his hold on Douma who had the nerve to whine about it. 

Passing by them you happily watched Daki, rocking a spare cosplay of a bedazzled captain outfit, as she ordered her brother and Gyokko around. Both joined (also read as: blackmailed into joining) her team of decorators. Pointing her manicured index in tandem with her shouting orders only stopping when she saw you in her peripheral. 

“So what do you think? I know you said…whatever you said about tradition or whatever. But I figured some other colors would go better than red and green here.”

“Oh wow. That really is…fantastic.”

That’s all you could conjure as she posed near the mantle that looked as though a confetti canon was turned into a strip of garland. You rubbed at your eyes as you spotted the doorway surrounded by mistletoe. You rejected the urge to shudder. 

“Why all the mistletoe? For the tradition you only need one.”

“She said somethin’ about there being  ‘no case of plausible deniability.’” Gyutarou offered coming down from the ladder he was on. 

He sent an apologetic and tired look as he stared back at his her handiwork. 

“Sorry if this isn’t the look you were going for…she wasn’t exactly willing to honor it.” You both looked to the pink bats she began hanging on the wall. “Like at all.”

A smile spread on your face. “It’s fine. All I wanted was for you guys to make the holiday you’re own. So if your happy that’s all I can ask for.”

A fervent blush spread across his face, forcing his eyes to trail away from you as he kicked at the ground. You were too cute! Before you could ask if he was okay, Gyokko stomped into the room holding one of his many handmade ceramics. That of which resembled a disfigured child painted with a swirl of various colors. If it wasn’t for the…unfortunate inspiration of past memories, you’d say it’d fit perfectly with the theme Daki was going for. 

The head decorator sneered. “Ew you don’t plan to put that near my christmas decor, do you?”

Gyokko obnoxiously growled, ”Shut up! You’ve been telling me from the get-go how to dress this disaster of yours–”

Daki let out an offended gasp. 

“Disaster!? Why you have some nerve! I should just tell (Y/n) how you got your ‘inspiration’ for those misguided portraits you made. ”

“--You wench! Those were a beautiful!”

“They were nude and badly drawn! If I wasn’t destined to see it myself one day I’d draw it just like you–a desperate cretin–would!”

“Guys how about you both—Oh My Gosh!” 

From fingers poking into one another’s chest to kitchen knives they seemed to get a hold of. Moving to intervene, you’re suddenly jerked backwards behind Gyutarou who is arguably getting more red than before. 

“I’ll break it up….you’d be upset if Gyokko bled out right?”

“Yes! Of course I would!”

“Figured. I’ll try to get him out…in some piece.”

He forged on and you were grateful he offered in the first place. Unfortunately just being human against former-demons who’ve successfully killed in their human forms doesn’t make you equal. In fact your more often surprised at the vast difference in strength. 

Speaking of strength you turned your attention to see a ladder tapping haphazardly on the window. You run to the door quickly donning a coat and hat before running out to the ladder by the window. As you suspected Akaza was on there wobbling occasionally as he set the lights. 

Putting your foot on the bottom of the ladder, stabilizing it. The Upper Moon looked down at you. No longer in danger of falling at any time you scold him.

“Akaza! I told you to wait for me! I or my helper would of helped you!” 

He sighed,”I wouldn’t want to bother you or the Master anyway.”

“I’m bothered because you didn’t ask me! I’d also me be more than bothered if you fell down this ladder!”

You’re sure he’s laughing as he finishes putting up the lights, sliding down with expert ease. Still holding onto a leg of the ladder you’re finally face-to-face with the decorator of the outside, smiling smugly as he pushes past you. 

“Thanks for your help (Y/n). Now will you go inside? I wouldn’t want you catch a cold.”

Putting your hands on your waist, you made a face. “Stop acting like I’m made of glass, Mister and let me help!”

He unexpectedly grabs you by your shoulders, easily lifting you up and placing you out of his path.  Shaking his head he reaches for the other lights he left on the ground before beginning to unraveling them. You stomp your foot before catching up to him, you begin to help grabbing the other end of the tangled string of lights.

“Don’t underestimate your helper, Akaza.”

“I never said underestimated you.”

“You didn’t have to.”

You playfully nudged him as you began to succeed in detangling it. Missing the way he longingly looks at your focused face you only recognize his sudden change of mood. Following his line of sight you watched the man with fedora beckon you from the door of the house. He stops his creeping hands, the ones that nearly intertwined with yours along with the messy knot of lights.

You debate ignoring him before sending a look to Akaza. He shakes his head giving a woeful smile as he nudges you in the direction of the door. With a dramatized huff you leave the untangled lights to follow Muzan who urges you to follow him into the house.

“Was there actually something you needed me for?”

“Does there have to be anything?”

“I already decided that I’m going to help everyone get ready! What could you possibly need?”

He quirked an eyebrow, casually snatching the hat off your head before turning. Easily dodging your attempts to grab it back as he calmly pretended to study the trim, that had a brand name inscribed.

“I need you. I don’t need any other reason.”

In a desperate attempt you pulled at his sleeve, making his cat like eyes flick to your frustrated face. 

“Well yeah but you kind of do. Everyone needs me today.”

Fasterthan you could comprehend, pale hands unzip your jacket holding you close to his towering form as he peeled it off your shoulders. 

“Perhaps but I always take priority.”

You struggle against him, “No you don’t. Everyone matters-”

He pulls you even closer by the coat, your arms still within the sleeves. Rendering you unable to pull away as you’re trapped by the coat’s design. You looked up at Muzan attempting to hold your stance as the heat of his breath danced at the top of your head and intense gaze stayed on you. 

“Not like I do.”

In swift movements the coat was off of you, Muzan was hanging your jacket, and the door you walked through was closed once more. After a glance you went for the door again only to stop at the grip on your wrist. 

“Muzan.”

“(Y/n).”

You wriggled your wrist as he pulled you close. With his arm wrapped over your chest, he let you struggle as his hold was unrelenting. When you relaxed, you could now feel that heated breath on the lobe of your ear. 

“Are you finished?”

“I-I don’t understand you Muzan.”

“And I, you.”

“Could you just let me go, I want to help everyone.”

“Then you can help me.”

He stepped forward, forcing you to follow his steps as he guided you both to the steps. You stopped struggling after skidding your feet along the floor did nothing to brake his path. 

“What do you need help with?”

He didn’t bother to respond instead opting to tickle your neck with the cool sharpness of his fangs. Threatening to pierce your skin, it was telling enough. You relented, willingly letting Muzan led you to the room he claimed his own. Holding his hand instead you found his stare to be…forgiving. 

“This is the season of giving is it not?”

Strewn on the former-demon’s bed, you held your hand over your heart as if trying to still it’s frantic beating. His pale hands cupped your own, trailing the length of your arm until it led to your shoulder, then to your neck. 

“It is.”

“Then for this Christmas,” he gingerly caresses your jaw. He leans in with his ever-insistent fuschia stare honing on his prey. Swallowing a scream you closed your eyes as he trailed down your neck to the buttons of your shirt. 

“Give yourself to me and only me.”

[boosbabycakes28]

Master Fic Post

On shots :

Welcome To Scotland: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson – 4,739 Words – Explicit - Established relationship

Harry gets hit in the balls by a flying shoe during one of the shows of the Take Me Home Tour in Scotland. Louis seems to not give a damn and Harry is ready to make him pay. Or at least he tries ... 

You Are My Dancing Queen: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson – 4,857 Words – Explicit - Established relationship

Harry is anxious about shooting his new music video, so he asks Louis to help him, as he wants to do a last minute rehearsal at home before the big day!! 

Under The Paris Sky: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson – 7,411 Words – Teen - Strangers to lovers

Louis is a fashion influencer on his first trip to Paris. He is excited to discover the city and take pictures and videos of his wonderful outfits, and he expects to be amazed by the City Of Lights. What he doesn't expect, is to bump into a gorgeous man who could possibly change all his plans. 

Summer Sun, Something's Begun: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson – 15,921 Words – Explicit - Strangers to lovers (written for the @hlsummerfest2021)

The boys all have summer jobs at the local waterpark. Harry works at one of the ice cream stands and can’t keep his eyes off of the hot lifeguard who is stationed at the pool nearest to him. 

Love In Slow Motion: Harry Syles/Louis Tomlinson – 17,859 Words – Explicit - Established relationship (written for the @hlroyaltyfest)

Louis is the crown prince of England, Harry is a mega star, and they have to fight all the hardships their position faces them with but in the end, love conquers all. 

A/B/O :

You’ve Taken My Heart By Storm: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson - 66,204 words - Explicit - 8 Chapters - Royalty au - Strangers to lovers - Alpha Louis - Omega Harry - Prince Harry - Arranged marriage - Forbidden feelings

Omega prince Harry of Silvermoor is betrothed to the powerful King Guillaume of Goldenhaven.

A month-long journey to get to his new mate brings along uncertainty, doubts and a guard that might turn the already promised omega’s life upside down.

But what will happen when forbidden feelings get in the way of his duty? Will the prince fulfill it and make his kingdom and family proud, or will he give into his desires?

War Of Hearts : Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson – 80,061 Words – Explicit -  7 Chapters - Non traditional a/b/o - Ennemies with benefits - Alpha Harry - Alpha Louis

They are the bane of each other's existence, they never pass off an opportunity to remind the other of how annoying they are. Who would have thought that polar opposites could compliment each other so well? 

A story about two boys, one looking for patience and trying to be strong enough to stand up for himself, and one struggling with self-discovery and strength, where facts, reality and becomings hit him in the face, and suddenly, everything that's ever been important to him is in play. 

Invisible String: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson – 84,726 Words – Explicit – 9 Chapters - Alpha Harry - Omega Louis

Louis swears on his life that that man came out of literal nowhere and he thanks each lucky star for having good breaks in his car. 

This strange alpha also happens to be the most beautiful being Louis has laid his eyes on. 

For some unknown reason, the omega feels safe around the alpha. It might seem strange, but you can't always explain why or how things are the way they are. All you can really be sure of is that they happen for a reason. There's a higher power (call it what you want) that knows better and definitely knows more than you do. 

You've Got A Higher Power, You're Once In Any Lifetime: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson – 113,444 Words – Explicit – 14 Chapters - Alpha Harry - Omega Louis - Strangers to lovers (written for @bottomlouisficfest)

In a society full of prejudices, finding a family and being accepted, also seemed like an unrealistic utopia. Louis sets out to do what no other of his kind ever has before and in doing so, he finds love, friendship and more about himself than he thought he would. 

Chaptered fics:

Million Eyes: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson - 172k words - strangers to friends to lovers - secret relationship - Explicit - angst - grief - bullying - homophobia - happy ending - 15 chapters (written for the @1dangstfest )

Louis’ life changes completely after the passing of his mother. He and his little sister have to move in with their grandparents in a new town and start all over again. Too sad to care about anything after the loss of the person he loved the most, he is resigned to pursue a future he isn’t passionate about but is one that will help his family in the long run.

Harry’s life was uprooted after being bullied at his last school. Life isn’t much better at this new one, though he is determined to finish his schooling in the shadows until he can leave for university, focusing on his passion for dancing that allows him to escape the torture that is his daily life in school. What he doesn’t expect is to make friends with the new boy at school, a boy who is determined to show him patience, kindness, and love.

A story of two boys learning to let love in again whistle serving as a source of support and comfort for each other.

or

The one where Harry is bullied, Louis is grieving, and together they fall in love with themselves and each other.

Fly Me To Places I’ve Never Been: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson - 47,238 Words - Explicit - 6 chapters - strangers to lovers - fake/pretend relationship (written for the @bottomlouisficfest )

The one where Louis’ ex ends up sitting right behind him with his new girlfriend on his flight back to Los Angeles, and the beautiful stranger next to him has an unexpected idea to help him get through the next five hours.

Love Me If You Dare : Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson – 54,724 Words – Explicit – 7 Chapters - Childhood friends (written for the @bottomlouisficfest)

Harry and Louis’ friendship starts with a game, after a simple dare. The two little boys quickly become the best of friends and referees of their own game. 

Unfortunately, as they grow up, they sometimes become the victims of it too. 

With them, everything is possible. They are capable of daring each other to do anything. 

But will they dare confess their feelings for each other? 

With My Body And Soul, I Want You More Than You'll Ever Know : Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson – 58,824 Words – Explicit – 9 Chapters - MPreg - Strangers to Lovers (written for the @hlmpregficfest)

Louis knew he was in love the first time he saw the ultrasound. He felt perfectly content with it being just him and the baby. He had a plan. Until fate teaches him that love is full of surprises. 

Clear Blue Water, High Tide Came And Brought You In : Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson – 79,444 Words – Explicit – 8 Chapters - Supernatural AU - RomCom AU - Strangers to Lovers (written for the @romcom1dficfest)

The one where Harry is a mermaid, Louis is a vampire, and they have to hide who they really are to the other. What could possibly go wrong? 

They Say That Time's A Healer, How Long Is This Burn Supposed To Last? : Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson – 81,046 Words – Explicit – 11 Chapters - Horse Riding AU - Exes to Lovers

Harry’s life revolves around Kartoon his horse, his family, his friends, his shop, and one of the biggest competitions of his professional career is upon him. But an unfortunate accident prevents him from competing and causes him to look towards another rider from his past. With so much history between them can they set it aside to focus on the championship for Kartoon and his rider?

Series:

The Ballet Recital Series:

Part 1: I'll Reach Out My Hand To You, I'll Have Faith In All You Do  : Harry Syles/Louis Tomlinson – 5,171 Words – Teen - Established Relationship

Harry and Louis are very excited to attend their daughter Rose’s first Ballet recital. 

At three years old, the little girl is going to realise her papa is also a ballerina and has magic powers that made all her fears go away. 

Part 2 : I'll Be There To Comfort You, Build A World Of Dreams For You : Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson – 7,812 Words – Teen - Established Relationship

Harry and Louis Tomlinson have built a loving and supportive family, full of camaraderie and sass. Is all of this enough to help their oldest daughter, Rose Tomlinson-Styles, make her dreams come true? 

It's a Larry Life Series:

Part 1: My Arm Might Be Broken, But I Won't Be Broken Down : Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson – 2,366 Words – Teen - Establisehd Relationship

Louis broke his arm for the second time and he is bored out of his mind. He has nothing better to do than mess with his husband. 

Part 2: Everything Is Not What It Seems : Harry Syles/Louis Tomlinson – 1,482 Words – Unrated - Established Relationship

Louis finds an intriguing object in Harry's music studio at home and he wants some answers. 

The Satellite Universe Series:

Part 1: Satellite : Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson – 78,101 Words – Explicit – 11 Chapters - MPreg - Kid Fic - Strangers to Lovers (written for the @bottomlouisficfest)

Louis is a hardworking, dedicated, loving single mum with no interest other than making his son happy, and who thinks that love will never knock on his door again. 

Harry is a lone man, successful in his field, and thinks he has his life together and all figured out. 

Wrong meets clueless, lives get turned upside down in the best way possible with the help of a cute and curious little boy, who just wants to learn more and more. 

Part 2: Love You To The Moon And To Saturn : Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson – 20,726 Words – Explicit - MPreg - Kid Fic - Established Relationship

It’s been a bit over two years since Harry and Louis got together, Adam is now seven years old and life has been simply wonderful for their little family. 

Today is Harry’s birthday, and Adam and Louis have some very special presents for him... 

[bleue-flora]

20 Questions For Writers

One as tagged by @x-i-l-verify and I’m a sucker for answering questions. :)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

7 (and since it’s not many I’m going to color code them) - Wow that’s actually crazy, can’t believe it’s only been a little over a year since I first posted.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

129,165 - Yo, I’ve written a couple novels worth in words let’s go!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Dream SMP. (though I have a real angsty fic idea for MCU’s Loki that I’ve considered doing…)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

(Poor B is for Betrayal is at a disadvantage with only coming out this week lol)

Crow’s Nest

Which makes sense since it is the longest finished work and the most diverse in content, but it’s pretty wild since it’s only been since October. (I’m going to try and not assume it’s just because of all of the co-author, @midnight-fangirl01’s readers lol<3 :)…)

Dreamcatcher

Which I am probably the most proud of as far as my individual work, especially because the concept is really fun to explore. Hoping to finish the sequel soon but we’ll see.

Good Cop ‘Bad’ Cop

This is the shortest non-one shot by like half, so it’s interesting that it ranks higher. I do make some kinda cool graphics for it so I’m glad people like it. Not gonna lie though, a combination of positive feedback and projecting has made it go much farther than the one shot I had originally planned. And since I usually do a lot of planning for stuff it’s no wonder that I have non idea what I’m doing lol. :)

Misery Loves Another Idiot With A Jukebox Where His Soul Should Be (Or umm Misery for short)

(Every time I have to type that out I wonder why the heck I made the title so long, I means its perfect but also you can’t even do a good acronym because that’d still be long…) To be fair the kudo count is really close between Dreamcatcher, Good Cop ‘Bad Cop and this one, which is interesting…

Back in the day, when I first posted this as my blooper reel I did not expect people to like it this much, but I’m glad I’m not alone in my affinity for torture box madness. >:D I still can’t decide which is more unhinged the hopscotch or the crucifixion… like my mental health this year was suffering for real… lol

If The Crown Fits, Wear It

I mean c!Techno should always rank top 5 so it makes sense. ;) As someone who doesn’t love to read one oneshots because I get too attached and sad when it ends, I can’t say I’m overly surprised at its ranking. But also still surprised. Regardless,it was really healing for me and I’m glad it seems to have been for others too.

(Ok though for real my first fic Hell in a Box being the lowest makes me kinda sad not gonna lie. Like it’s true that I think I’ve certainly gotten better at writing, which is actually why I edited it this summer, but it is the one that started it all and while it’s not my favorite work at his point it does have some really cool scenes and holds a special place in my heart.……)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always. Every one. They took the time to make me smile so the least I can do is share the love or fun. Especially when I spend a maddening amount of time on specific details it makes me so happy when someone noticed and enjoyed. <3 :)

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Yes. Oh wait lol I mean technically it would be Misery since there is both no ending and it’s more so a complication so technically it probably won’t get one. But if we are talking a finished work with an actual ending then probably Dreamcatcher I guess, because it’s kinda a sad realization, though technically it would have been Crow’s Nest if not for the co-author spoiling my plans lol >;)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I mean easily Crow’s Nest… I mean the ‘epilogue’ is like 13,000 words so that’s how you know it’s good. ;D

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

No not really. And honeslty my self esteem is low enough I’d probably quick if did. :) I did receive a hurtful but also wild accusation (from what I discovered to be a bot) that Good Cop ‘Bad’ Cop was written by AI, which is funny because honestly that fic is really uniquely formatted with literal nutrition facts I designed at the end, like heh? An AI doesn’t come up with this.

9. Do you write smut?

Nope. And I do not read it either. In fact, I originally thought that all fanfiction was smut but after reading my first one that was recommended by a friend I was pleased to discover there is plenty of fanfiction that isn’t.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Haven’t yet? But I wouldn’t be the most opposed to it…

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, someone is translating Crow’s Nest into Russian, which is pretty cool.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yes with @midnight-fangirl01 and it was pretty fun. Though the short timeline and time difference made it difficult as well as my canon compliance extremism. But overall, I think we made a really good pair and I certainly got some new writing skills. It is by far the longest fic I have worked on so I’m pretty proud of it and certainly couldn’t have pulled something like it off without her.

14. What‘s your all-time favorite ship?

Umm I don’t really do ships, but Drunz is one that is cute, and I always try and keep my fics kinda open and up for interpretation for anyone who does ship them. I think in general my opinion on their relationship doesn’t change much on whether they are platonic or not.

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I intend to finish everything I post whether it’s how I planned or less so, because it makes me sad when works are unfinished, and I like closure, however sad or open-ended it is. At the moment I’m struggling with Good Cop ‘Bad’ Cop because my writing is based on projection and spurs of creativity so I guess I’ve struggled to project onto c!Bad recently. I will say I actually wrote most of the end the other day, so worse case scenario I just post it, but I do have ideas for chapters before then. It’s just whether or not I get inspired to.

16. What’s your writing strengths?

I’d say despite generally disliking writing it, character/actual person sounding dialogue. Also my detailed descriptions that help you visualize the scene.

17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

Probably pacing, like I don’t seem to cover a lot of ground in my fics. And for the Dreamcatcher sequel I’ve been struggling a lot with exposition.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

If you mean because the character speaks it then yes that’s fine I love character accuracy but there should be translations. Otherwise it ruins my immersion and it’s rude to make me switch screens on my phone and get blinded by the light just so I can translate. Like lots of people don’t translate for Ranboo and it’s really annoying.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Dream SMP.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

How dare you ask be to choose between my babies! XD lol… I mean… I don’t know Misery is the most fun to write because I get to just be unhinged and I can stop or start wherever I want. Crow’s Nest is the one I’m probably the most proud of since it look a lot of lost sleep, research of characters I hadn’t done yet and we basically wrote it in a month and that just blows my mind. But I don’t know my favorite? Maybe Dreamcatcher I guess…

Hmmm tagging: @midnight-fangirl01 @elmhat @catsandgoodbooks @mistythedritten @draconixiaa @swordfright @the-final-sif … umm I don’t know I have no wifi so trying to figure out people to tag is hard but if you’re a writer and you see this consider yourself tagged and feel free to participate I’d love to see your answers. <3 <3

[senka-mesecine]

Ok this but might sound weird but personally I could Barnes having sex with you in front of someone to prove a point. Maybe you’re in a love triangle and he does it infront of the other person or he catches wind of a younger platoon member having a thing for you and invites them to speak to him while he has you perform oral on him. Idk I always feel weird requesting smut 😭

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No, but just how quickly could Barnes go from a Staff Sergeant of the 25th infantry Division to someone who flat out gets delusions of being a Warlord in his own right, because think about it --- he's not only fucking you as possibly the only female member here present in a company full of men, which is already an inherently polarizing position to be in, but he also developed the taste for doing it in front of others as an intimidation tactic and to lay claim to what's his --- that being you. That's no longer permissible behavior for any organized army known to man. All conduct manuals have gone out the window. The tense poise of professional stalemate long since forgotten. Good taste? What good taste? Even for Vietnam, it starts getting chaotic. It starts going Apocalypse Now chaotic.

Barnes has gone native with shades of Col. Kurtz attached to him.

Sure, he was cruel, difficult, frightening and a hellish hard-ass before, but now?

The 25th Infantry already broke into two factions in-fighting amongst themselves as it is, but now? You could literally be the thing that tears it all asunder. Barnes is here humiliating younger soldiers with boyish crushes on you and going the route of flat out psychological warfare by having you suck him off in front of someone and by doing so, not only did you possibly ruin your professional relationship with all the platoon members however consensual this act might've been, not only did Barnes irrevocably damage that other person's view of this whole everything going on here, but he also flat out said "I don't care. I do what I want and nobody can stop me and if they can, here I am, and they're certainly welcome to try." with his actions. This wouldn't be just Barnes sadistically pegging down a potential love rival a notch by showing them who's boss; it's Barnes entirely crowning himself king of sorts. An announcement he's technically going renegade. The army isn't letting him fight his war the way he wants it? They're threatening to court martial him? Jail him? Fair enough. He's crossing Cambodia and continuing into Laos with his men and you and there's no telling where he'll stop. The can of worms has been opened. Pandora's Box cannot be shut. A man fucking you in front of others ceases being a Sergeant as such. This isn't just an entanglement between two servicemen and the complicated feelings and scuffles that arise while on-field. That's a Tyrant.

And you?

If you were, ever, say, a trained combat nurse? You technically cease being that too. Barnes doesn't allow you to treat the other side. One of them got shot? Contracted Malaria? Needs emergency medical aid? Well, tough luck. Shouldn't have threatened to rat him out to the higher ups and they certainly shouldn't have gawked at you. Elias' squad is cut off from what you can provide and you're prevented from doing the job you were placed here to do and they're left to fend for themselves because you belong to Barnes and you, in effect pretty much live with him; everyone might as well wholly understand this thing is downright sexual and even weirdly matrimonial all while the war's in full swing; that you could be classified as a (willing?) hostage, a prisoner of war as well as a lover, however sordid this whole situation might be. Who's gonna say something about it? You're off with his squad exclusively and that's the way it ought to be, entirely cut off from even the faintest rule of order that isn't Barnes'. No law in the jungle. In fact, there's less and less law the further he goes; and it's crazy to consider all of this might've started started from something as banal and simple as the commonplace jealousy Barnes might've felt over someone else in the infantry having eyes for you and him catching wind of it. (😬) This is Barnes' war. Barnes' woman. Barnes' respective grudges and rivalries and his methods of dealing with them. And Barnes', now, somewhat illegal paramilitary group. In his mind's eye, he'll know best how to handle all four and the whole world be damned.

[gethellbcnt-m]

screaming my thoughts about s2e8 into the void because i need to to scream it somewhere n i dont wanna bother people SO--

the song was fun, the visuals were comedy gold, and i thought the escalation from playful horniness to Anxiety-Fueled Dread was very entertaining !

LOONA YOU ARE NOT HELPING YOUR FATHER FEEL BETTER ! you know he's gotta give that bird the ultimate stuffing to keep the book ! WHY WOULD YOU SAY THOSE THINGS--

Moxxie being supportive of his boss is adorable... even if Blitz technically caused a divorce, but those two were on their way there anyway so it's fineeeeeeee !

Cleatus, Keenie, imma need you two to shut up- i know the dhorks are kinda dumb when it comes to taking info with a pinch of salt, but this is just sad. speaking of : WHY ARE MY TAXES BEING USED ON THIS INSTEAD OF BETTER SCHOOL LUNCHES-- i'm also getting incredibly vague lion king vibes from the shot of those priest clones... and is that Collin foreshadowing i see in the interrogation room ??

sick robot suits, loving the parallel between the IMP and team CHERUBS. i wuold've preferred if the cherubs kept to the background more and saw that hell isn't too different from heaven, and that the hellborn are just vibing to the best of their abilities wherever they live.

Blitz's shopping spree was such a joy to watch, and it shows how much effort he's willing to put into the visits he makes to Stolas in order to keep his business and friends financially secure. i'm waiting to see if one/the mnm's will get a similar sequence in the future.

these shopkeeper designs fucking ROCK and i want to know more about them ! even if i know they're probably one-time characters and will never see them again lol

love love LOOOVE Fizz and Ozzie's toy/entertainment selection !! i can't stop looking at everything in the background because A] it's so colorful and B] i'm a pervert who wants to draw my muses in some of these hehehe

the remainder of IMP vs. the CHERUBS were so fun to watch ! i feel bad for Ozzie though, he and Fizz are definitely having a talk about Blitz and his team being surpervised if they're ever allowed to visit the Lust ring again after all the damage they caused.

Stolas... didn't just start the conversation by giving him the crystal, first ? asking about the book first -- Blitz's only reason that his business is still running and keeping him AND his employees financially afloat -- and seeing the underlying fear and uncertainty on Blitz's face before Stolas doubles down... God, it hurts. ' i can always do better ' just... OUGH.

i am going to out myself as a Blitz enjoyer here because i relate to him a lot on a concerning level.. but also because i've been to that scalding, steaming pit of self-hatred, too ; i've long since climbed out of that pit, but i can understand his position because i've been there. you feel like you're alone, even when you're in a room full of company that you enjoy being with. you feel like even when you're surrounded by loving family/friends, you have this feeling in your heart that they secretly hate you regardless of how much praise or support they give you. something just feels... off. any signlas that Stolas may have given him just whooooooshed over Blitz's head because he's too caught up in his own self-loathing to see it.

additionally, i've ALSO been fearful of someone with higher authority who's able to decide whether or not i keep my job depending on their opinion of me. to have such low self esteem and be at a disadvantage in The System just freaking sucks donkey balls, bro.

i'll give Stolas credit where it's due : the communication is FINALLY happening ! but you know what's awesome about that process ? learning to LISTEN !! he knows that Blitz is a guy who uses humor in the way he communicates, and i feel that it would not have taken more than a few seconds for him to have said, ' Blitz, i'm being serious '. would it have not lead to Blitz blowing up at him ? i don't know ! would it have lead to Blitz calling out Stolas and having his emotional rant anyway ? it's entirely possible !

both characters are so caught up in their pains that, if they took a little more time to clarify themselves and their feelings, it's very likely that their confrontation wouldn't have ended the way it did.

[seriously-mike]

Welcome to the third installment of "Artists Through The AIs": this time, we're going way back to the classics with a certain young witch dressed up as a certain sorceress.

Due to odd behavior of the data model (the freshly updated Dreamshaper V7), I had to fiddle with the prompt. Namely, if emphasis was put on the "painting" part, the images were sprouting easels and/or heavy gilded frames every-goddamn-where, even with CLIP skip set at 2 instead of the usual 1. So "painting" was left at 1.0 weight, while "by X" was emphasised to 1.2. Other than that, the prompt is "embedding:kieshi3v with long (red hair):1.2, wearing long red medieval dress with corset, medieval castle exterior background, dramatic lighting, detailed, high definition", and the seed is 254762234227837. Negative prompt includes "((easel)), ((frame)), ((interior)), red eyes" in addition to my usual heavily magical list. So here we go.

Leonardo da Vinci - I'm having second thoughts about the background common for several of the renders, but there's enough distinction between them to highlight Leonardo's style. The main focus is skin shading and curly hair, as seen in Leonardo's depictions of Virgin Mary.

Caravaggio - deceptively similar to the previous one, but with a noticeable distinction: the deeper shadows and higher contrast, creating a very Caravaggian chiaroscuro.

Titian - asking for "Titian" and "Tiziano" generated very similar takes in a lamp-lit corridor with way too modern look and pretty much no similarity to the paintings you can view online.

It also appears that AI omits the paint and canvas textures from Renaissance paintings, something it didn't do with the impressionists previously. This is most probably due to less emphasis on the "painting" part, as I'm going to show you in another post. Moving most of the description two-three tokens down apparently also creates a new baseline with a window or portal (either fitted with a door or not) instead of an overcast outside shot.

Albrecht Durer - whether you spell him with an umlaut or not, the outcome is a generic take with a portal in the background. The umlaut just removes the door and gives Sabrina a handbag.

Lucas Cranach the Younger - what we have here is a miscommunication. If you ask for the art of Lucas Cranach, sure as shit you'll get your character in a black beret popularized by the elder one's paintings of German VIPs. However, the diametrically different interior characteristic of Renaissance painting and less pronounced effect of the embedded likeness of Kiernan Shipka makes me think that, once again, we're dealing with a "So you have heard of me" behavior.

Hans Holbein the Younger - once again, something's way off here. We have a similar Renaissance interior background with some traces of brushwork, less pronounced embedding and some odd lace bonnet, but nothing that would link the work to either of the two Holbeins. I think that we're dealing with the side effect of the prompt being knocked two further tokens down, but I'm not sure. It goes too far, particularly if you consider that differences between other images are much less pronounced.

Rembrandt - as in the case of Caravaggio, the distinct part of this one is the chiaroscuro. There's also more pronounced detailing of the collar and shoulders of the dress, possibly inspired by the outfits in "The Anatomy Lesson of dr Tulp", "Syndics of the Drapers' Guild" and "The Night Watch".

Vermeer - there's no doubt. This is Vermeer. Two different seeds and I got two very similar mashups of "The Girl Reading A Letter", "The Girl With Pearl Earring" and "The Milkmaid". This goes so far against the prompt that we're dealing with a similar case to Simon Stalenhag from the first test.

Peter Paul Rubens - this one itches my brain something fierce. While scrolling through the renders, this one and four neighboring ones share the exact same position of white shift and a dark underbust corset, meaning they're merely slight variations on a baseline, but I swear that I've seen a similar painting of a long-haired man in a black doublet with frilly white collar and sleeves. Was that a Rubens? I have no idea (it wasn't Hals' "The Laughing Cavalier", though).

Diego Velazquez - this one is trying to do something. Once again, we have a portal in the background, but the character's position is slightly off the baseline and the palette is slightly muted.

Murillo - way too generic. The background is curiously off, as it's not a portal but a vaulted ceiling supported by pillars, but the pose is shared by four other renders, including the Rubens one, meaning it's sticking to the baseline fairly closely.

Francisco Goya - this is an odd one. It has nothing to do with Goya's works, but still, the pose is off the baseline, the background features brushwork and an abrupt switch from a near wall to a wider expanse with bizarre levitating architecture. I have no idea what's going on with it.

Eugene Delacroix - it's generic. Sure, the background features an open street with some people as opposed to the typical portal and lamp or chandelier, but the pose and outfit are kinda samey. What, no attempt to go anywhere near "Liberty Leading The People"?!

Jacques-Louis David - another generic one. I mean, what the fuck. If you look at David's corpus of works on Wikipedia, this could have been done entirely differently, yet we have an underbust corset, a portal and a light source in the background.

Thomas Gainsborough - finally something. Discernible brushwork, unusual contrast and lighting, and - as a bonus - the Strawberry Hill Gothic castle in the background make this one distinctive and consistent without plowing straight into obnoxious homage slash blatant plagiarism territory.

[loverontheleft]

Symphony (Revised)

Original Request: Could you maybe make a one shot and have Brendon be on tour and the reader visits and they sneak off somewhere on the bus to fuck and have to try and be quiet? Then maybe someone from the band catches them?

Brendon x Reader

Warnings: fingering, sex without a condom (that's not advice; be safe and make good choices), voyeurism.

Word count: 3.1k ➡️ 4.5k

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“Maybe if you shift to your left a little? No, come back a bit. Okay, now,” Brendon instructs you, “lift your left leg up and—okay, yes, higher—”

“Brendon, I will fall over if I have to stand like this for more than thirty seconds. And I know we joke that you’re ‘one and done,’ but your one isn’t that quick.”

He kisses you deeply to smother the sound of you both laughing; you’ve been whispering this whole time to avoid getting caught in a what-you-hoped-would-be compromising situation in the bathroom of his band’s tour bus. Instead, you’ve spent the past five minutes each trying to figure out how to position yourself for maximum pleasure but minimal sound.

It hasn’t been going well sexually, but the two of you have been having a blast just trying to have sex. “I need to re-evaluate some of my choices,” you mumble against his lips. He shushes you playfully and you giggle, clutching him and recalling what got you here in the first place.

-||-

Brendon answered your FaceTime request on the first ring. “Hey, darlin!” Your whole heart melted and you smiled wide at the absolute joy on his face. “Damn, you look good.” He eyed you on screen appreciatively, and you laughed, shaking your head.

“Shut up, I do not. I look exhausted.” He made a thinking noise, really hamming it up, before grinning.

“Well that’s why I think you look good. I only see you exhausted after sex. Positive association and whatnot.”

Well, you think to yourself. You couldn’t ask for a better opportunity. “Speaking of sex,” and you let your voice drop suggestively. “I have next Thursday and Friday off. Thought maybe I could come see you? Have a long weekend with my man?”

Brendon’s face lit up. “Hell yes!” You both smiled at his enthusiasm, and then it hit him. He groaned, closing his eyes. “Those aren’t hotel nights.” Your face fell a little, but you smiled again.

“That’s okay, B. I just wanna see you in person and not on my screen. Miss your face.” You pressed your lips towards the camera and he did the same. You both laughed at the cheesiness of your FaceTime kiss and fell into conversation about the logistics of your arrival and both of your days so far until he had to go for sound check.

When your work day ended Wednesday, you headed right to the airport. You showed up at the airport three hours early, but you didn’t care—you were so excited. You’d been texting back and forth all day, and you were glad you decided to take some photos for him early this morning. You took a photo after putting on each piece of clothing, so all you had to do was send them in the reverse order to give him a long distance strip tease.

You’d been sending them throughout the day without any warning, and so far he’d gotten you digitally undressed to your bra and underwear: a matching, lacy turquoise set.

You knew it wasn’t fair; the poor boy wasn’t exactly sitting around just waiting for photos. He had responsibilities, interviews with radio stations, meetings with the GSAs at the high schools in the area, and news stations would be coming by all day to get footage for their evening news shows.

You shouldn’t have teased him. And yet, you sent the photo featuring the straps of your bra dangling off your shoulders, the cleavage a little deeper. His reply came through a minute later, this time as an audio message. You slipped your headphones from your purse to listen. His message started with a soft groan, and your toes curled a little. God, you loved that sound in your ear, and the way his smooth voice consumed your entire mind. “Jesus, honey, you’re just asking for it, aren’t you? Can’t wait to get my hands on those perfect tits once I’ve got my cock in you.”

You didn’t even hesitate in your response; you fired back with the photos of the bra on the floor and the full body shot, sans bra.

Brendon’s next audio message was one choked word: ‘Fuck.’

When you’d finally boarded, you sent him the last four photos in the series: the first with your thumb hooked into the waistband of your panties, the second showing them around your thighs, the third with them pooled by your ankles, and the fourth was another full body shot, this time nude.

Once all four were sent, you turned your phone off. You knew his reply would be filthy and might even contain pictures of his own. You couldn’t handle that on a plane; you weren’t even sure you could handle it once you were safely in your rental car. He didn’t send photos often, but the ones you’d received in your time together were explicit, and they never failed to push you over the edge when you were touching yourself. If he was ever going to send them, it would be now, in response to your teasing.

You also rarely sent suggestive photos; he was always so protective of you and your relationship. It would only take one mistake for a photo to go public, and he didn’t want to subject you to that. And, he’d point out, he had plenty of mental images of you to use in case he needed any ‘visual assistance.’  As wonderful as the few photos you’d sent previously were, he valued your privacy and safety more.

Even so, Brendon seemed happy to be receiving the photos now; all of his replies pointed to him deeply appreciating and enjoying the photos. He hadn’t sent any photos yet, but you had a voicemail waiting for you when you landed, and you felt safe enough listening to it as you walked to the rental car.

You shouldn’t have listened to it. The sound of his hand moving urgently over his lubed cock was audible in the background, and he was telling you all of the dirty things he wanted to do to you once you were in his arms.

Your breath caught in your throat when he started describing how he was going to get you undressed, onto your hands and knees in his bed, and then hold your hips firmly as he filled you over and over again; you braced yourself against the rental car’s door with one hand and reminded yourself to breathe normally. He was describing the various ways he was going to get you to come for him, and you closed your eyes, willing yourself to maintain a sense of composure until you could be alone with him.

The drive was a long one. You were anxious. You definitely weren’t nervous—you’d been together long enough to not be nervous—but anxious, yes. You’d been practically quivering with anticipation; you’d been avoiding Instagram and Twitter and anywhere people might be posting images of him. You wanted to be overwhelmed when you finally saw him. You were already overwhelmed just hearing him get off to your photos, so getting to see him would just add fuel to the fire.

You followed the GPS as you sang along to an older album of his, eyes scanning the road for the giant water tower he’d texted you to use as a landmark. He had a show tonight, so you’d probably make it to the bus a bit before he and the band finished on stage, depending on traffic and timing.

Finally, finally, finally. The water tower loomed off to the right, and you made the turn. After getting through the security gate with the emailed pass from management, you parked next to the bus and flung open your car door. You didn’t even pause to take stock of your appearance; you just wanted to get on the bus and wait for him.

You didn’t have to wait long; moments after the bus doors closed behind you, the echoing roar of the crowd swelled through the night. You guessed he’d be on the bus within ten minutes.

When the bus doors opened and he climbed the stairs, you flung yourself at him. He held you tightly, burying his face in your hair. You both lingered for a moment, just clinging to each other, breathing it in, your chest pressed to his and your heartbeats palpable. “Finally.” His voice was quiet, and he hugged you tightly.

“Finally,” you agreed, your voice breaking a little with emotion. You both knew how much you missed each other, but the reality of holding each other brought the weeks of longing into sharp focus.

You pulled away after a long moment, and stared at him in the leather pants that drove you wild and a button-down shirt you were just itching to tear off of him. “Fuck, you look good.”

He laughed and grabbed your ass, pulling you into him for another kiss. “Don’t use such filthy language,” he teased against your mouth. “It’ll just earn you a spanking.”

You looked at him and raised one eyebrow, pressing your hips forward. “Promise?”

“Fucking love you,” Brendon declared. He deepened the kiss, and you whimpered, starting on the buttons of his shirt.

At that point, the rest of the band piled onto the bus, greeting you enthusiastically and sprawling on the couches. They were talking eagerly about the venue, the crowd’s reaction to certain songs, and the various twists and turns the conversation took as it always did with a collection of creative, high-energy people.

Brendon had pulled you down onto a couch, and you were snuggled against him. His fingers were running up and down your arm lightly, and he nudged you affectionately. “You okay?” He brushed a hand over your hair and you nodded happily. “You’re just being quiet.”

You shrugged, pressing back against him more. “I just like being here. Listening to all of you, the things you think about, the things you say.”

Nicole laughed. “We don’t all need to hear the things Brendon thinks about, because they’re almost always about you and a distinct lack of clothes,” and you groaned, blushing faintly when Mike and Zack joined in on the lighthearted teasing.

Dan and Jake came back from the mini-kitchen in the front, each holding a sandwich. “What’d we miss?” Dan looked around curiously and Nicole giggled, ducking when you tossed a pillow at her playfully.

“Y/n said she liked hearing what we think about and I just made the simple comment that—”

“We don���t all need to hear the porn that makes up Brendon’s thinking?” Dan interrupted her, and she nodded. Dan turned toward the two of you. “Brendon, I notice you’ve been quiet during all of this.”

You could hear the smirk in your boyfriend’s voice. “That would be because I’m busy thinking.” His fingers were moving slower now, and there was something sexier, more sensual about his touch—or maybe you were just thinking dirty thoughts too.

The others groaned at his words and Nicole threw the pillow back. He shifted to roll over you and stood. “I’m gonna go take a shower before I head to bed.” He ignored the comments about cold showers and bent over to kiss you softly. “Come to bed when you’re ready, baby,” he murmured just loud enough for them to hear, and they all groaned as he walked away.

You heard the shower start and shortly after, your phone lit up. He’d texted you, “come back here.” As naturally as you could, you stood and stretched.

“I think I’m gonna head to bed now. Long flight; I’m exhausted,” you told them and headed back to the bunks. You paused by his bunk, where your bag rested, and you loudly scrambled up into it before slipping back out as quietly as you could. Whether or not they fell for it, you weren’t sure, but you’d made an effort at least.

You snuck into the bathroom, and Brendon pulled you in for a heated embrace.

“First, I want to apologize for trading the master bedroom in the back for a recording studio; that was fucking stupid of me. I should have you sprawled on a king-size bed, naked with your ankles on my shoulders and my cock deep in you right now; instead, we’re in this tiny—”

You pressed your lips to his to silence him, and when you pulled back, you were both smiling. “It’s okay, B. We’ll just have to be creative.” You both looked around the tiny bathroom; it was hardly more than the square shower stall, a toilet, and a sink with a medicine cabinet mirror. “Really creative.”

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You look hesitantly at the sink. “Think it can hold me?” He nods without hesitation and you laugh a little. “Thanks, Bren. Let me be more specific. Think it can hold me when I’m getting fucked by you?” You both consider the force and combined weight and thrusting velocity. “I wasn’t good at physics,” you admit, and he laughs quietly.

“Is that physics? Can this sink hold our combined weight while fucking?” You shrug, giggling too. “I mean, it probably can,” Brendon muses. “It is a rockstar’s tour bus after all.”

You laugh and cover your mouth as you settle onto the edge of the sink. “I know you didn’t just call yourself a rockstar.”

He looks playfully offended. “Uh, rude. I’ll remind you that I’ve sold out Madison Square Garden. Women throw their bras at me. I wear leather pants. I’m a rockstar.” You’re both laughing now, but trying to muffle yourselves.

You grin, curl your fingers into the waistband of his pants, and jerk him closer, so he’s between your legs. “You can be a rockstar on stage. Right now though, you’re here, and you’re my boyfriend. Kiss me, Urie.”

“I’m always your boyfriend,” Brendon corrects you. “No matter where I am.”

“Damn right,” you tell him with a laugh. Your mouths meet, and you both have to stifle your groans of satisfaction. His fingers grip your thighs as he presses closer, and you can feel him hard against you even through the leather. His hands inch up until he’s got your leggings in his grasp, and you arch your hips so he can pull them down.

With your leggings and underwear now around your ankles, he tugs your shirt off over your head. He’s unclasping your bra as you work on unbuttoning his shirt. You’ve just finished the last one and are about to push it off his shoulders when he grabs your wrists.

“I’m already naked; you better not be changing your mind about this,” you threaten, and he quickly shakes his head.

“No, I’m definitely not. I promise. Our time is limited though; others are going to want a shower. We should limit the clothing we take off.”

You consider this, tilting your head to the side. “Fair enough. Pants down, cock out.”

“You’re lucky you’re so cute,” Brendon teases, grinning. “I normally expect a bit more romance.” His hands cover the swell of your breasts roughly before moving down so he can rub his fingers against you with one hand while the other works at his pants.

“In,” you insist and you both laugh at your needy tone. He obliges, curling two fingers, and you kiss him to smother your moan. “Harder.” He gives you a dubious look and you feel like you can read his mind. “I won’t be loud, I promise.” He raises an eyebrow and you take one of his hands and press it over your mouth, not restricting your breathing but blocking the sound. “See?” Your voice is muffled against his palm and he shakes his head, eyes sparkling in amusement.

“You’re bad,” he tells you with a grin, but he gives you what you want, fingers going deeper, harder, and slower. You squeeze around his fingers, and he groans, louder than intended. You bring your own hand up to his mouth, and he captures two of your two fingers, sucking hard.

You let your head fall back against the mirror and you tentatively roll your hips into his palm, relishing how his index and middle fingers curl inside you while his thumb plays with your clit. You’re clenching around him, and you’re both moaning, both grateful for the other’s hand.

The shower has been going this whole time, and the small room is steamy, giving everything a dream-like quality; that’s certainly how you’d describe his fingers stroking you. His tongue teases your fingers and you’re pretty sure your eyes just rolled back in your head. In your quick examination of the space, you both ruled out oral, and you’re definitely feeling the loss. His tongue, lips, mouth—the man knows how to work your body, especially when his head is between your legs.

Just the thought of him lapping at your clit pushes you over the edge, and you bite lightly at his palm.

Brendon pulls his fingers out of you, and you remove yours from his mouth so he can replace them with his and taste you. He’s moaning around his fingers and licking with meticulous care, staring at you hungrily. “Tastes so good, baby. Can I make you feel even better?” He brings your fingers back to his mouth and the wet heat of his mouth over your two fingers has your stomach twisting as you nod eagerly.

His hand moves from your mouth and he shoves his pants further down his thighs. Your eyes find his thigh and you whimper, proud of yourself for managing to do so quietly. At home, when you’ve got time and space and privacy, you’ll spend up to an hour grinding on his thigh, sometimes with him clad in his leather pants, other times naked, just really teasing both of you and getting closer and closer to climax until he tells you to come all over him. Even under oath, you don’t think you could give an accurate number as to how many times you’ve brought yourself to a shaking, swear-laden orgasm on his thigh while stroking his cock.

You refocus when you feel the head of his cock pressing against you, and you nod, guiding his hand back over your mouth. “Please,” you say, and you kiss his palm, your way of begging at this point. He thrusts against you, and you both let out soft, broken sighs of pleasure when he goes deep, rocking slowly. His fingers dig into your thigh again, and you can feel the bruises forming; you fucking love it. Your eyes find his; you feel every inch of him, and even as unconventional as this moment is, you want to remember everything about how good he feels inside you right now. Your eyes stay locked on each other; you’re both laser-focused, just feeling.

With you slightly elevated on the sink, his dick is entering from a lower point and a different angle; he’s hitting your G-spot perfectly with each thrust, and you can’t catch your breath from how good it feels. He knows what he’s doing too; his mouth is a vice grip around your fingers and his palm is pressing against your lips a little more firmly.

That’s probably for the best; you’re not able to be as quiet as the moment requires. He presses closer, his torso almost curved over yours, his open shirt hanging on either side of you.

Besides being totally enraptured with each other, the shower spray muffles some sound too, which is probably why neither of you hear the bathroom door slip open or the camera shutter.

It’s all too much, his mouth on your fingers, his hand on your mouth and thigh, his dick rubbing perfectly, right where you need him. “Gonna come,” you tell him, still muffled by his hand, your eyes slipping shut.

Brendon leans forward to kiss you, moving his hand and releasing your fingers from his mouth. The new angle, from his leaning forward, has you shrieking as you feel the sparks go off and radiate through your entire body. His tongue is in your mouth, he’s coming too, and the sensation makes you wild; it feels like it’s been so long since you’ve had him in you like this, had his hips bucking against yours to get deeper and give you everything he’s got. You’re moaning, and you fling a hand across his back, grabbing at his shirt to keep him pressed against you. Everything is heat and fire and trembling, blinding pleasure. Between your orgasm reducing you to a thrashing mess and his cock pulsing into you, you’re completely blissed out.

You’ve never come like this before, even with him— you open your eyes to tell him this, which is when you see it. The glint of the camera lens catches your attention and you scream; not even his hand could’ve muffled that.

Brendon’s head snaps toward the door as he follows your gaze, and you think you’re going to vomit. He’s pulling out of you, and you whine unintentionally; you hate how empty you always feel after he fucks you. But more than the emptiness is your confusion and distraction. Jake and Nicole are in the doorway, and you can see the camera in Jake’s hands. There’s only one explanation here, but you cannot process it. Brendon finds the words though.

“Jesus, Jake, what the fuck?!” Brendon is pissed—no, he’s furious—you can tell. He’s jerked his pants up, and you tug your leggings back into place and grab for your shirt; he shifts to stand in front of you protectively even once you’re dressed. He’s shaking with anger, and you place a hand on his back to sooth him. This is bad.

Nicole peers from under Jake’s arm. “We could hear you fucking from the living room. We flipped a coin to see who got to barge in. If I won, I was gonna ask to join you,” she says with a flirtatious smile and it’s enough to break the tension—almost. You laugh a little, at least. “But,” she continues, “Jake won. We all agreed he should take photos.”

“Then you’re all lucky that we have a show tomorrow and it’s too late to get replacements, because otherwise, you’d all be fucking fired,” Brendon snarls, and you squeeze his shoulder. He’s trembling with rage, but at your touch, you feel his tension ease a bit.

Jake looks like he feels terrible—he holds the camera out to Brendon, clearly a peace offering. Brendon snatches it, fingers already working to delete the images, fury radiating through him. You peek over his shoulder, and you see the photo on the display.

You stop him, your eyes on the screen. “Wait, Brendon, it’s good.” You’re in awe of the shot. It’s the two of you, hands muffling each other, and the way his shirt falls, nothing is visible while plenty is implied. Jake took it right after your eyes slipped shut mid-orgasm, while Brendon’s head was tossed back in bliss. It’s in black and white, and it’s a really great photo.

The next image is almost the same, except Brendon is kissing you deeply, and the way your back arches into him and your hand clutches him says you’re definitely coming hard. However, his shirt once again plays the role of censor and, together with the steam filling the room, it keeps the capture from being explicit. It’s gorgeous, it’s sensual, it’s dreamy, it’s perfect.

You want it. You whisper this to Brendon, your fingers dancing across his back where he’s kept you, shielding you. He turns to look at you now, and his eyes soften. You repeat the request, going on tiptoe to press a kiss to his lips. You can feel him relax a bit more, and he caresses your face as he returns the kiss. When you part, he searches your face to be sure you’re actually comfortable with this, and you watch him accept it. He passes the camera back to Jake.

“Two things. One, I will fucking fire and then kill you if you ever take photos of Y/n again without her permission.” Brendon’s tone is deceptively light, and the four of you know how serious he is. “Two, I want both of these sent to me in a password-protected zip file as high resolution files, and I want to watch you delete them from your camera and computer after I have them.” He turns to you, eyebrow raised. “Anything else you want, baby?” His voice is soft, indulgent, and sweet; you wrap your arms around him from behind while resting your chin on his shoulder.

You meet Jake’s eyes, and you grin, knowing you’re about to save him. “I want Jake to take still shots when we finally film our sex tape. These are stunning.”

Brendon laughs, and all the tension finally dissolves. You feel his body relax in your grasp, and you snuggle into him. Jake looks much more relieved, and Nicole elbows him. “Dude,” she tells him, “I think you’re gonna live. Let me know if you need an assistant for lighting and shit.” She grins, but Jake still looks pale. Brendon punches him lightly on the shoulder.

“They are great shots. But I will fucking kill you,” he repeats with a smile, leaving the bathroom with his arm around you. He pulls back the curtain of his bunk and helps you up, climbing in after you. Once the divider is closed, you begin the process of stripping; this is the biggest con to bus nights. Getting undressed in bed is near impossible. Normally, you would’ve both changed into pajamas after actually showering, and those would’ve been far easier to tear off of each other. However, given the interruption, the night isn’t proceeding as it normally would.

Once you’re both naked, you collapse beside him, breathing hard. “That was a workout on its own,” you mumble, whimpering happily when Brendon tugs you closer. You throw a leg up over his waist, snuggling close and running a hand over his chest affectionately. “B, those pictures…” and you can feel him tense next to you. “No, nothing’s wrong. I was just going to say, I want them printed on giant canvases for our bedroom.”

He laughs a little, and you think he’s finally relaxing. “Whatever you want, baby. Your body is always a fucking masterpiece, but especially in those photos. You’re fucking incredible. God, you look so good, and you sound so good. I wish you could hear your moans the way I do; they’re like goddamn music. Most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. An absolute symphony of bliss and euphoria and passion.”

You blush, smiling up at him. “Well, you get some credit there too, B. The masterpiece and music wouldn’t be half as good without you running the show. ”

He kisses the top of your head, hand stroking over your bare back. “Darlin, trust me. I’ll conduct that symphony any time.”

[anadorablekiwi]

Well That Was Unexpected

Fluff, humor, a bit dramatic in the beginning, mild crack

Featuring Eli, her Link (squire), and her zelda (astra)

Eli swung her new sword, sending a purple image of said sword straight into a bokoblin’s chest. There had been a strange influx of monster activity lately, and the pair had been sent to check it out.

“That went without a hitch!” Eli bumped Link’s shoulder playfully, mindful of the sword he was still holding.

Link grinned. “You liking that sword of yours so far? Still figuring out new ways to use it, I see.” he sat on a nearby fallen tree and brought out a couple rags and a bottle of polish and began cleaning up his own sword.

“Yeah, it’s great! That trick is one that the Hero of Hyrule was described as using in the old legends. It took a bit of trial and error, but I think I’ve finally got it down!”

She sat down beside Link and carefully placed her own sword down, leaning it against the log.

“You did great! You also seem to be getting the hang of swordplay rather quickly! It’ll ease both my and Zelda’s worries having you in possession of a close-range weapon again. Bows are great, but they’re not very practical.”

With practiced ease, Link finished his sword and sheathed it, then picked up Eli’s and began cleaning it for her.

“I appreciate it too, not fun when I’m forced into close combat with just my bow. Or when I accidentally drop my bow.” She stretched her arms, letting out a long yawn.

SCREEEEEEEEE

Before either Link or Eli knew what was happening, a huge bird swooped out of the sky, grabbing onto Eli’s arms with its feet before flying away.

Eli screamed louder than she ever had before as the bird flew higher and higher, Link’s figure quickly becoming a tiny speck in the distance.

Panic filled her mind, and she tried to formulate an escape plan, to no success. Between the heights, the precarious flight, and the ginormous bird that was probably going to eat her for lunch, it was difficult making any thoughts happen at the moment.

Before she could get the panic under control, Eli passed out.

~~~~~~~~~

When Eli awoke, the first thing she noticed was the softness. She was enveloped in… something soft, and with how tired she was the comfort of her current position made it hard to stay awake. I may as well take a nap… Eli thought, letting out yawn.

Then she remembered what had happened, and the panic returned.

Her eyes shot open, and all she could see was feathers. Crap. nonono… it must have taken me back to its nest, and I left my bow and arrows at home because I was trying out the new sword… which is still with Link.

Link!! He’ll come save me! I just have to stay alive until he finds me. Assuming he can find me. Crap-

The bird shifted, and her surroundings brightened as a giant wing lifted up, revealing a giant bird head, with white and purple feathers and a huge beak. Eli screamed again and scrambled, deciding to just try to run for it.

She didn’t get very far across the nest before the bird’s wing caught her, throwing her off her feet and landing in a pile of feathers again. Her feathered captor made strange and terrifying noises at her, and Eli curled into the fetal position and whimpered.

This is it, this is how I die. I’m sorry Link-

The giant beak nudged her gently.

… wait. What?

Hesitantly, she opened one eye. The huge bird was looking at her, tilting its head to the side. Its wing swept her closer to the bird’s feathered body.

That’s… … what on Hylia’s green earth is going on??

Tentatively, Eli stood, and tried to slowly walk to the edge of the huge nest. The bird watched her closely, and when she got close to the edge it brought her back to the center with its wing, knocking her over again and making those noises, which on second thought sound a bit like scolding.

~~~~~~~~~

Link climbed the mountain as fast as he could, not quite sure how to defeat something so large but determined to save Eli from the monster’s clutches. Assuming its not too late. No, bad Link! It Can’t be too late, Eli can hold her own… without a weapon…

Link climbed faster.

Finally, Link heaved himself onto the final ledge, coming face to face with a humongous nest. Determined, he scrambled up the side of the nest, brandishing his sword as soon as could with a fierce yell.

He was not expecting to be met with Eli, desperately trying to convince the bird she is not its offspring as it repeatedly knocks her over every time she gets too close to the edge.

All parties freeze and look at each other for a moment, Link in particular being very careful not to move as the bird’s gaze was now fixed on him.

“Link!” Eli’s face brightened, and she held her hands up placatingly. “It’s okay, I’m not in immediate danger or anything, but I could really use some advice on how to convince this dumb giant I am Not it’s young.”

Very slowly, Link sheathed his sword again. “Um,” he said intelligently.

Without warning the bird moved, quickly positioning Link right next to Eli and then pinning the two against its body with its wing.

Eli sighed, exasperated. “So. Any bright ideas? Talking clearly hasn’t worked.”

Link opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again. “What on Hylia’s green earth…???”

“Hey, that’s what I said too!” Eli let out an embarrassed chuckle. “Well. after I woke up from passing out. And the panic finally died down.”

Link whipped his head in Eli’s direction, as best he could in the sea of feathers. “You passed out?!?”

Eli laughed nervously. “Well… you know… heights and all that… the panic kind of got to me. Mid-flight.”

“Ah. Yeah, that makes sense.” Link sighed. “So. Now what?”

~~~~~~~~~

Zelda had been enjoying a nice lunch when a falcon flew into the dining hall, landing right in front of her. There was a paper tied to its back, which she quickly untied and began to read. If a random bird was delivering a letter to her directly, chances are Eli needs something.

She had to restrain herself from doubling over in laughter as she read the letter, which turned out to be from both Eli and her big brother.

Zelda doubted Eli thought of turning into a fairy or using her fairy magic to communicate directly with what sounded to be a Loftwing, somehow not extinct from millenia ago, but it was also highly likely the bird wouldn’t listen anyways. Especially since Eli and Link kind of have something of a… hm, how to put it nicely? A… vibe, so to speak, that makes more parent-like beings want to… parent them?

Zelda finished her lunch, then asked some servants to pack two meals to go before heading off to make preparations herself.

~~~~~~~~~

Eli and Link were still failing to convince the bird to let them leave when Zelda popped up over the edge of the nest. She stood tall, fists on her hips as she stared down the bird.

“Alright, playtime is over. Let them go, you oversized bird.”

Much to Eli and Link’s shock, said bird stopped its fussing immediately.

“There’s no way that worked.” Link hesitantly walked over to Zelda, Eli joining him (in both location and shock) when the bird did not redirect them.

“Thank you. You can come visit us at the castle, but no more impromptu flights, got it?” Zelda folded her arms across her chest.

The purple loftwing nodded.

“Okay, how the HECK did that work for you??” Eli asked as they climbed back down to where horses and food was waiting.

“You just have to be more assertive. And less like a lost kit.”

“Hey! I am not a lost kit!” Link lightly smacked her arm.

“You’re right, Link, Eli is the lost kit. You’re a lost puppy.”

“What??”

Eli giggled, and Link gasped offendedly.

“You too, Eli? Betrayal! She called you a lost kit, are you not going to dispute that?”

Eli shrugged. “Eh. She’s kind of right. And I’m starving, let's eat please?”

~~fin~~

I dont know how to write ending so there

[koa-z]

So I've been practicing modding dialogue (this is Cursedcure's Gojo Satoru Mod, but the dialogue is mine- I was testing questions + relationship boosts/ losses in response to answers).

Extremely long explanation of how to write interactable dialogue / answerable questions outside of cut scenes below the cut, because I couldn't find a good guide anywhere.

Every guide I saw expressed that the authors were confused about how to write questions. I unpacked the actual game code and figured it out, so here's the explanation.

IMPORTANT: each "paragraph" below is one line of code.

"Introduction": "Ah, a new face. Interesting. I'm Satoru Gojo. You can call me Satoru!$3#$q 1/2 Introduction_Old#And you are?#$r 1 2000 Introduction_01#Hehe who, me? *Tucks hair behind ear cutely*#$r 2 0 Introduction_02#Don't be afraid little guy, I'm just a reclusive forest hermit. Pspsps c'mere buddy.",

"Introduction_Old":"A man of mystery, I see. Hot.",

"Introduction_01":"Holy fuck he's the handsomest man alive.^Holy fuck she's the most beautiful woman alive.$10#$b# Did I just say that out loud?$4",

"Introduction_02":"Haha I'm in danger.$8",

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So, the entire question and all possible responses must share the same line of code. I'm going to be breaking it down in the order that the commands appear.

"Target": Tells the program which target prompts the dialogue to occur. I.e "Introduction" (thanks to Cursedcure's modding) will be prompted the first time that you interact with the character. Note that the semicolon must come after the "".

"": Everything that the character's dialogue is supposed to be doing must be inside of the quotation marks, even if it's not their actual words.

$3: Any time that you see $ + a number, it's telling the code to summon the character head shot which appears on the right side of the speech panel. That number refers to a sprite's position on their "portrait" sheet. The very first sprite (top left) is always 0, and if you do not specify a sprite by typing $number, it will default to $0 without you having to type that. For CANON characters, $h = happy sprite, $s = sad -- numbers are better for modded characters. I also prefer to use $number in all cases because it removes any possible ambiguity.

#$q: In order to make a question, all that you have to do (upon creating or editing a dialogue line) is type (within the quotation marks) "#$q".

Number/Number: AFTER #$q, you must put a series of numbers. If it is the FIRST answerable question that your character has ever asked, use 1/2. Those numbers correspond with each reply (even if there are more than two possible replies). SUBSEQUENT answerable questions must use higher numbers (so if I have Satoru ask another question later, it'll be 3/4.)

Target_Response: AFTER num/num, you should type the unique name of the CHARACTER's reply to what you're about to say. The VERY first one should always be Target_Response_Old (i.e Introduction_Old on my picture above).

Target_Response_Old: I.e "Introduction_Old" -- this will happen in an emergency if the player escapes the dialogue without choosing a reply. I dunno what happens if it's not there, but just to be safe, always include it.

#: In most dialogue, a # indicates a break. In NON-QUESTION dialogue, it will cause a break in dialogue which requires the PC to click the character again in order to continue the conversation. In QUESTION dialogue, though, when placed after Target_Response_Old, it indicates the reply which will happen if the player says nothing. So # after Introduction_Old calls to the actual target Introduction_Old, which is (in our case) on line 2.

Question: Place the question here. It will appear at the top of the prompt box, as pictured. Note: it doesn't have to actually be a question. The entire reason that I was messing with this was to make it possible for the PC to respond when he says "I love you." So really, you can use this in any situation to make the dialogue interactable! NO SPRITE $ IS NECESSARY HERE, BECAUSE NO SPRITE APPEARS IN INTERACTABLE DIALOGUE.

#$r: Place after the question / replyable dialogue to indicate the beginning of the response. Remember # indicates a break, $r indicates a response.

1: Number comes after #$r should refer back to the first number in the num/num pair we made before.

2000: Whichever number comes after that will indicate the change in friendship. I put 2000 there just to make sure it works, and that it could work to the biggest possible extreme. 250 = one heart/ friendship level; 2000 = 8 hearts. Most dialogue in the game is like, 25 or 30 max. So if you want to code a normal positive response give it like 30.

Target_01: Tells script that the text following the next # will refer to whatever Target_01 is (see Line 3). These denote the NPC's response to whatever the player is about to say after the #.

,: The comma at the end of a line of code tells the script that the line is over. If you don't include it, then all subsequent commands will be read as the same line (until a comma outside of quotation marks appears). What this means is that without a comma separating them, "Introduction_Old" (the one on line 2) would NOT be read as a new target that can be called to by the text in "Introduction".

#$b#: Not relevant to question asking, but since you can see it in some of my replies: # breaks a bit of dialogue requiring the player to click the NPC to continue the next thought. #$b# also breaks the dialogue, but continues it in a new panel without requiring the player character to click on the NPC again (they still have to click the text box).

[zov911]

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