#Citrus Warning

[nikkxb]

Legend of Illethai Mobre Update

Chapter 9

Rating: Explicit Status: In Progress Summary: In Kagome’s new neighborhood, there’s a wall. It’s been there for years, this massive sheet of concrete stretching across the land, separating a memorial from the neighboring church. One day on her afternoon walks, curiosity has Kagome seeking out the history behind this piece, why it exists, and what the stories around it mean. She didn’t expect the stories to be real.

Chapter Excerpt:

The door opened behind her, footsteps coming in. Miroku and Sango got over here quick, considering how bad traffic could be on a Friday afternoon. Turning to greet them, she froze at the sight of silver hair looking over the papers on the coffee table.

He was in jeans and a tee, very much not his work scrubs, and the last person she expected to see. After Wednesday, she couldn’t imagine pulling him back into this and didn’t understand why he was there. She distinctly recalled Touga telling him to leave it all alone, so why would he be standing there reading over the copies she’d received from Shiori?

“Dad called me,” he started saying, not looking up from the table. “Myouga called him as soon as he knew you were heading over and wanted someone else to be here. I was the closest one.”

Amber eyes looked up at her, weary, but friendly, and he offered her a self-deprecating smile. “I’m just as surprised as you are.”

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[panther-os]

random fordo headcanons in no specific order

looks like Generic Clone (TM) except has a y-shape scar on the right side of his face from the corner of his mouth and from just below his cheekbone back into his hair and the shrapnel that did it also sliced off part of his ear on that side

speaking of ears, he loses his helmet mid-battle like obiwan loses his lightsaber and is hard of hearing for various explosion shaped reasons. stec and the rest of the m10 accommodate him well enough it doesn't become an Issue with the kaminoans until far enough in the war for him to get hearing aids instead of euthanized

("but panther! him losing his helmet is clearly not the case in clone wars 2003!" consider: clone wars 2003 is in-universe propaganda (bad propaganda bc palps) about the negotiator and the hero with no fear and is largely not representative of the bodies actually fighting the war or their general disposition)

although i will allow that part of the m10's accommodations are relying almost exclusively on hand signals in combat because a) their co can't keep his comm on his goddamn head and b) even if he could it's 50/50 whether or not the audio quality is bad enough he wouldn't be able to understand them anyway

he's good with teaching cadets and enjoys it v much but when it comes to being around children in any other setting, he's that guy that leans away from them as they come closer. kids ofc think this is hilarious and so make a point to swarm him at any given opportunity which does not help endear them to him as individuals or as a concept

he went to the ct-27-5555 school of showing brotherly affection (or more accurately vice versa)

thinks either extremely deeply or not at all, there is no in-between

started mimicking 17 as a cadet just because it was funny and it has not stopped being funny since so he has not stopped either

in general just a rock solid absolutely batshit insane dude who delights in being a chaotic contradiction and faux contrarian bastard but has an emotional intelligence and easy insight that makes him most trooper's go-to for good advice

also he/they neptunic enbian for relationships and also views sex as a social interaction which is fun with just about anyone and everyone

[dreamsofalifeold]

"My safeword is "Quark", because I'm physically unable to hear his name and be horny at the same time."

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

happy heavensturn to the dragon dragoon

(under a cut for spice)

[puckishpixie]

uhhhh. your … hair is. pink????

"Thanks, the carpet matches the drapes!"

[panther-os]

op using the "you wanna go for the title" frame for the fourth one is god tier meming and you should be immensely proud of yourself

911 characters x text posts part idk

[theladyregret]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Legend of Drizzt Series - R. A. Salvatore, Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game), Forgotten Realms Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Drizzt Do'Urden/Artemis Entreri Characters: Drizzt Do'Urden, Artemis Entreri Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Temporary Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Anal Sex, slow burn if you consider every moment from Streams of Silver on to be the build up, takes place during The Last Threshold, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Bottoming from the Top, Dahlia dies with little fanfare because I hate her, just saying, Enemies to Lovers Summary:

Drizzt and Entreri come to some sudden and unexpected realizations about what they mean to each other on their way north.

[rayroseu]

"Because i want you to live a long and happy life"

[clownsuu]

Hello, Can I steal Robbie and run off into the sunset?

Is it stealing if you asked me for permission jdhdJDDUJ-

[panther-os]

The funniest thing to me is if you assume that Din's nickname for Boba is in their shared native language and then you translate this literally to the Mando'a we have, "baby girl" is "dal'ika". According to Karen Traviss' dictionary "dala" means "woman" and "ika" is a diminutive suffix. But! most fans (at least in my circles) agree that since Mando'a is supposed to be genderless the words "dala" and "jag" refer to genitals instead of gender. Just like "shabuir" obviously means "motherfucker" not just "jerk but stronger". Which would mean culturally "dal'ika" actually means "little cunt (affectionate)".

So while I do think daimyo!Boba would probably enjoy being called "Bob'ika" ("little Boba") or "alor'ika" ("little leader") by his partner, the idea of Din specifically being like "oh yeah, that cunt, love him" is Sending Me XDDDDDD

He acts all tough and sht, but he likes it

[nikkxb]

What Could Have Been Update

Chapter 5

Rating: Explicit Status: In Progress Summary: Kagome wished on the jewel, but it wasn’t the right wish.

Chapter Excerpt:

“The rain is going to be clearing up soon.” Kouga’s voice rang clear through the cave, drawing her attention from where she’d been doodling in the dirt. “We should be able to return in the morning.”

Standing, Kagome stretched out her back and hips before making her way toward him, careful of the various roots and rocks until she was looking out into the forest with him.

“The temperature’s going to drop overnight,” he continued. “We might need to prepare for that before we bed down.”

Nodding, she planned out the best way to do so. While not perfectly ideal with what they currently had to work with, it would be better to tackle the ins and outs of how it would work now rather than in the middle of the night when they had to.

“Are you wanting to deal with the jewel as soon as we get back?”

 That brought her right out of her thoughts, blinking up at him as she considered the question. It had been her plan, deal with the jewel as soon as she could and get it over with, but now that it was tomorrow, everything looked a little different.

“Yes,” she answered honestly. “I don’t want to risk it drawing the attention of anything else.”

He nodded, his eyes tracking over her face. “This might be my last night with you.”

A lump formed in her throat. She’d been avoiding thinking about that possibility all day. “It might.”

“Are you worried?”

“Terrified.”

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[dreamsofalife]

How Are You In Bed?

Shy is kink master.

"I'M A CERTIFIED FREAK SEVEN DAYS OF THE WEEK, BAYBEE!!!"

[panther-os]

every "who's the top, who's the bottom" debate can be singlehandedly ended by asking "who's the service top, who's the power bottom" instead

[dreamsofalifeold]

Hey, everyone likes what they like; some folks are into apples, some like pears, and I like being choked out behind the 7/11 on Fifth and Vine.

[yandere--stuck]

AaaaaAAA I was so happy to see you already had a gore fic for Bill in the works! I have reread it like. 5 times. Your writing scratches my gore itch perfectly, and I just adore fics the intestinal stuff especially <33 and his mentions of your heart also… the romance!! I was inspired by what you wrote, I hope you enjoy it once again :D! (also im doing great, hope ur doing well too :D!!) - zagreus gore anon

Notes for anyone else: This contains gore!! So much gore!! Body horror— It’s Bill’s love language!! (intestinal trauma, mouth trauma, eye trauma…. Honestly ‘you’ here are violated in like every way possible.) No sexual content, but it’s suggestive to me. Bill Cipher is a Weirdo.

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You never quite get used to the pain. You wish you did.

In your memories, the sensation is dulled. You know it was painful, you know it was one of the most horrible sensations of your life, but the full extent of it… You can’t remember. Your brain must be protecting you from it. Every act of Bill’s love would constitute life-long trauma for anyone else, yet you live through another session of it day by day. No. Scratch that. They wouldn’t be alive to recall it. They wouldn’t make it half as far as you. For you, no such easy, simple fate can ever be attainable. The weirdness of his new world has conquered Death itself.

Bill had cradled his intestines in your arms, laughing as they helplessly twitched and writhed against his body, cooing at them as you howled in pain. “Aww, are you excited to see papa?” He’d said, and only the strangeness of it had kept you from repressing it. He talked to your guts as if they were puppies, as if blood smeared across his bricks were innocent licks against his skin instead. Another time, he’d wrapped your guts around his triangular body, and called it the ‘world’s most intimate hug’ as he whispered sweet nothings about how much he looooves you, and also the health of your gut bacteria. Somehow, he always outdoes himself.

Bill had dug even deeper, crumbling your ribs to smithereens in his hands, and held your still-beating heart in his palms as an object of reverence. “All mine, all mine…” He’d muttered to himself, his pupil momentarily expanding to a large, inky abyss. The pain had been so intense that you’d slipped into shock. A bad habit of yours, as Bill called it, would be your tendency to slip into memories of the past to escape the present. When you should be focusing on him.

That time, he’d jolted you back to reality by fire-hot pain slashing through your heart. All the time, it continued pumping, spurting blood in Bill’s direction with every pump. His powers were the only thing keeping you alive. When, once, blood sprayed right into his eye and he was forced to take a break, you smiled for just a moment. A lopsided, crooked grin. He’d used a mirror to show you his handiwork. In the outer flesh of your heart, he’d burned a little triangle. He’d already healed the skin. The lighter pink scarring stood out against the rest of your heart. Marked forever. Though he’s usually so talkative, at that moment, he’d been quiet for just a few seconds.

Then, he’d laughed, breaking all tension. “Wow, it sure smells like barbecue in here!”

On another occasion, he had hummed a little tune to himself, comically large saw in hand, as he cut off your limbs one by one. You could never forget the sound as the teeth sawed through your bones, bit by bit. Tearing through muscle. The clunk of your arm hitting the floor. Your leg. Rinse and repeat. You swore you could still feel your arms and legs, once you lost enough blood and your vision went hazy. Bill had hugged you against his smaller form. (He could change his body’s size, technically. But he always preferred appearing just as he was to you.)

“Without all those gangly, long limbs of yours, we can really cuddle now!” The next day, all of your limbs had regrown.

He’d cradled your face with one hand, and kept your mouth open with his other wrist. You could see nothing except for that giant eye of his as he pried your teeth out of your mouth, one by one. The taste of blood filled your mouth. He’d tug and tug and tug, not nearly using enough strength, and being entirely aware of it, until finally yanking it out once and for all. (Until it regrew, that is.) Under your gaze, he took your teeth one by one, drilled a little hole in them and strung them together on a necklace.

“Hmmmm,” he’d hummed to himself, a long, drawn-out noise. “I feel like it’s missing something. What do you think?” Before you could answer, not that you had any desire to, he snapped his fingers. “Oh! I know! For a sign of our undying love for each other, it’s a little plain with just teeth!”

In the next moment, Bill had taken out one of your eyes. You cannot comprehend how such a, relatively, small part of your face could hurt so unimaginably much. You wanted him to drape his guts all over himself again. You’re sure a point-blank gunshot to the head would’ve hurt less. Been less discomforting. His fingers had shrunk into paper-thin appendages and slipped past your eyeball, digging and cutting away at the nerves behind it. You cried tears of blood. If there was anything in your stomach, you might have thrown up.

Then, all at once, pain had blossomed into pure, mind-numbing pleasure. Compared to the pain, this is what you would like to forget the most. You’d gurgled out a moan through the spit gathered at the back of your throat. Your limbs had twitched helplessly against your restraints. When your optic nerve finally snapped, you’d whined as Bill took your eye out, exclaiming “Pop!” as he did so. For just a moment, he’d juggled your detached eyeballs in his hands, having left you panting.

“Yes, now this’ll make a good centerpiece!”

Pain had become just pain once again as soon as his touch left you. There is nothing good about a gaping, throbbing hole left in your face. You whine, sniffle softly, to get his attention. You hardly ever speak out loud anymore. Bill can read your every thought and is aware of your every idea. When speaking takes up more energy than it saves, why should you? In that moment, you had lacked the energy to think about it, your body desperately trying to recover itself.

Right now, you wonder why he’d make it feel good. Why, this one time. You don’t immediately get a response. Bill just laughs and laughs and laughs, running his fingers across the teeth of his necklace, poking the eyeball in the very middle. In your eye-socket, an exact replica of it has re-formed itself.

“You’re so funny! Why do you think I did anything at all? That was all you, baby!” His pupil transforms into a heart. It’s a blink-or-you-miss it transformation, and as soon as it happened, you think you’ve made it up. “I told you that you’d come around to it! Maybe we can even share in a little bit of pain next time, huh?”

You haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since, both his words and how mind-numbingly good it had felt. Maybe he’d simply lied to you, maybe it’d all been his doing. That would be the best outcome, right?… With time, you know Bill will ‘show you his love’ again— He always does. But this time, you await it with fear, largely fear, but with a little anticipation, too. There’s no need to tell him. He already knows.

ANON I AM BARKING LIKE A DOG!!!!!!!! BARKBARKBARKBARK THIS IS AMAZING!!!!! God, your descriptive voice is so good, it's so vivid!!!! Bill tricking reader into thinking they like it and them believing it...... Yummy yummy corruption in my tummy <3

Thank you so much for this, I can only hope what I write holds a candle to this!!! You never disappoint raaghh.

Bill draping your guts around as the world's most intimate hug. GOD. Also it's so fashionable! Gut scarf, teeth and eyeball necklace, literally wearing pants of your body to shoe his love and claim of you. Aaaa I'm kicking my feet!!

Thank you so much again holy smokes

[puckishpixie]

((In my usual tradition, y'all get one Sinday headcanon as a freebie and everything else goes on @triplexpixie despite it being basically empty lol. I tag any and all suggestive bordering on 18+ content with citrus warning if you want to block the tag.

Pixie did a few burlesque performances before she moved to VC. It's not something she's necessarily ashamed of, but she doesn't like it being brought up because it clashes with her badass punk persona. She does still own a few of the costumes, kept very hidden.))