#I will think of more soon methinks I will come back to this

[kalevalaknights]

If you don’t have too many drawing requests- can I humbly request a Dr. Iplier? 🤲🏻

And do you have any Hcs on him? 🩵

Of course. Dr iplier is very tired.

-I believe that he��s an actual qualified surgeon rather than a guy in a costume.

-He wants to be a comedian, but he’s not funny enough. Hard to make a joke if the patient really is dying yknow.

-Likes to study rare conditions in his spare time. He will tell you about these.

-Should probably be in forensics too because of Wilford.

-Has a lot of blood from The Host. O negative. So he saves a lot of lives.

-He practices breaking bad news to his dog. Her name is Nurse.

-Lactose intolerant but still eats ice cream when he’s upset.

-Drinks double espresso with no milk. He has a job to do

[elliscousland]

mmm. my drafts are a nightmare rn.

[wolfiesmoon]

Deal or no deal

Azul x gn!reader

finally writing for my baby boy azul, i can't believe it took this long since i am an azul girlie myself

a very funny silly definitely innocent business man methinks

"First, tell me what you desire. We can take it from there." Azul smiled slyly, interlocking his hands as he leaned on his elbows.

You were currently located in his private office, about to sign a contract with him. You had to think long and hard about coming to him, but you figured that if anyone can fulfill your wish, it would be Azul. You feel kind of guilty asking him for this in the first place.

You see, you've been in love with Azul for a good amount of time now, but are too afraid to make a move. You beat yourself up for being such a coward every day, and even moreso right now because you're about to ask him if he can make "someone you've had your eye on" fall in love with you. You're not sure what exactly he does to make it happen, but you hope it's doable without much instructions on your end. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Though you still feel like a bit of a villain for doing this at all.

Your guilt and nerves are probably showing in your body language, too. Which you suppose only makes Azul more interested in learning what you desire. You can practically feel the grins on the Leech twin's faces, too. It's like they genuinely like seeing you nervous and scared.

Why are they even here, anyways?

"I want... someone to fall in love with me. Someone who I've had my eye on for a while now." you fidget with your fingers, unable to look Azul in the eye when you say this.

"That's..." he tried his best to hold back from laughing but a snort escaped from his lips anyways. "Forgive the reaction, your wish was just... unexpected."

You suppose he thought your wish would be more sinister because of your body language. Or way more embarrasing. But still...

"Ehhhh, I didn't know Shrimpy was in love..." Floyd's eyes were slightly widened but his creepy grin was still as wide as ever. "It is quite surprising, indeed." Jade added on. By the suspicously calm way they're acting, you have no idea if the twins already know about your little crush and are just acting along or if they're actually surprised.

"Yeah, uhhh, I guess that's it?..." you had no idea what else to tell him. You just hope that this can be over as soon as possible since things are getting really awkward.

"I can certainly do something for you. Tell me, what is their name? They attend this school, I assume." Azul seemed delighted. Probably because that means he'll get free labour from you as a collateral. You don't have any magic to offer him, after all.

"T... their name? Is that required?" You froze up. There's no way you can say that. That would be the worst way for your feelings to get outed, ever. You suppose it makes sense, though. He can't do anything if he doesn't know who you're in love with.

"But of course it is. Don't worry, judgement has no place in business affairs." He smiled reassuringly at you. You felt your face heat up. No, no, nope. You can't do this. Not like this.

"You know what.... Never mind. I can't do it." You abruptly stood up from the cushy office chair, apologising curtly before practically bolting out of his office.

"Oh my god, that was so bad... oh my god..." you mumbled to yourself when you were out of Octavinelle. You just royally embarrased yourself in front of your crush.

Was it obvious?

.

"What was that about?" Floyd pouted at the direction of the door, which you left slightly ajar in your panic to escape the situation as soon as possible.

"Hmmm... how odd." Jade looked deep in thought about something.

"This is why I tell you to stop coming to my office when I'm trying to make a deal. You scared the poor thing off." Azul shook his head dissaprovingly.

"That wasn't our fault. Shrimpy was acting super weird the whole time anyways." Floyd defended himself and his brother.

"I suppose you're right..." Azul took a deep breath, seemingly... relieved? Not about the fact you ran away, but still relieved for some reason.

Jade made a realisation. "Oh. I see. I see."

He smiled knowingly at Azul, who raised a brow. "What is it? Is there something on my face?"

"No, it's nothing. Don't worry."

Azul gets the feeling that Jade knows something, but doesn't want to tell him.

"If you say so."

[your-nanas-house]

erm methinks the reader snaps and k words someone and jonathan finds it hot and just nasty smut after the fact like these ppl are freaks!

Love it, baby!!! 💓

Not so innocent after all

◇ Pairing: Psychiatrist!Jonathan Crane x patient fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, dry humping, Jonathan being a sick perv, bad writing, DUB-CON, him rubbing Y/n's clit, murder, asylum, bad guards, innocent reader

◇ Summary: Jonathan's favorite patient acts out and he finds it quite arousing.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

Jonathan was busy in his office, focused on some papers he had to fill out about his patients when fast and violent knocks were heard from his door, which flew open before hitting the wall behind it creating even more noise.

"Dr. Crane, a patient of yours is misbehaving" a guard quickly informed him, a bit allarmed, thing that Jonathan didn't understand at all since this things happened normally in the asylum— that's why his focus remained on the sheets, his voice calm and not really interested

"Really now?" He asked, looking at the guard just when he shared the number of the patient.

It sounded pretty weird for him, since the patient associated with that number was a young woman that he started to work with nearly 2 years ago and who was one of the most calm and quiet inmates that he ever met.

Jonathan put the notebook down, thinking on alll the possibilities that could have made his favourite patient act up.

It hadn't happened not even once in all the years she'd been locked up there.

"Where is she?" Joanthan asked the guards sounding slight concern

"They are in the cafeteria" one of the guards quickly replied, accepting to escort him there together with his colleague.

As soon as they arrived they quickly rushed inside to help the other guards to try to stop her from attacking the almost death inmate on the floor— but when Jonathan indicated them to move away with his hands they all made some space for him so that he could intervene.

Crane hurried after taking mental notes of her behaviour.

His voice was calm as he spoke and approached his patient

"Hey, hey, hey....Y/n" he whispered, grabbing in a quick motion the patient’s arms, pulling them away from the inmate with ease, blocking them behind her back.

She was panting heavily, her body kept trying to squirm away from the grip as if she was a caged animal— Jonathan kept her there though, flat against the cold floor as he whispered thing in a calming way, till she started to relax.

Her whole body got still, her breath became slower when Jonathan's hand moved to her hair to stroke it softly, his hips pressing flat against her ass providing little friction to his painful boner which he weirdly got as soon as he saw her kill that man.

"Sshh, that's a good girl" Jonathan whispered, letting her slowly go when he noticed that she was fully calm

"I bring you to you room, come" he helped her up and started to walk out with the guards, followed by Y/n who was walking cutely, her head low as her hand grabbed Jonathan's.

As soon as they reached the cell, Dr. Crane made sure that they would have been alone, no guards, no inmates or anyone else— just him and her.

This way he could let out the urges he was keeping inside without any problems.

His icy stare remained on Y/n as he waved elegantly his hand towards the three guards that escorted them, looking at them briefly just to be able to manipulate and convince them that nothing was wrong and he could be trusted alone with Y/n, he wouldn't be in any danger— after all he knew better than anyone else his own patients.

It didn't took much to make the guards leave, but Jonathan waited a couple of minutes to make sure that they were really alone, before entering the cell and closing carefully the iron door behind him.

Y/n was giving him her back, since she was trying to go back to her comfort zone— thing that became quite difficult as soon as she felt the manly hand of her psychiatrist cover her mouth, his slender fingers pressing painfully against the soft skin of her cheeks.

Her body completely froze in shock and worry, she didn't dare to fight or say anything since all the bells that should have rang in her head to alert her of danger weren't working since she started to take the meds that Jonathan prescribed her.

Deep down Y/n knew that it was wrong, even if it felt nice— even if the smoothing and low voice of Dr. Crane kept whispering in her ear that everything was alright, that she was safe with him and that she could relax— she really could relax since it felt so good.

His pale slender fingers rubbing against her clothed clint like she imagined many times before, in the dark of her cell as she dry humped her own pillow like the naughty and needy girl that she was— she could also feel his now bare cock rubbing against her from behind.

Y/n, now laying down on her bed, was resting her head on her arms as Jonathan lowered in a quick motion her Arkham asylum uniform pants, to reveal her innocent white panties to him.

His finger didn't stopped rubbing against her tiny nerve, not even when he pulled slightly up her underwear to show more of her round firm ass so that he could now rest his leaking and rock hard cock between her cheeks— humping her like an animal in heat.

"Such a good girl, darling" Dr. Crane praised, moving his hand inside her panties to check her wetness like the perv he was being, spreading it back up on her clit to rub tiny circles in a faster pace— his hips still moving fast as he tried to reach his own peak while he bit his bottom lip, hearing the small noises she was making under him.

It didn't take him much, a couple of thrusts and he was shooting his load, with a low moan and small praises, all over her back and ass, wetting her cute panties with his seed.

Fuck, he needed her to act out more often, he thought.

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[thewertsearch]

CCG: AUGH CCG: THERE WAS ANOTHER LITTLE HONK CCG: IT WAS SO FAINT CCG: DID I JUST IMAGINE IT? I THINK I MIGHT BE LOSING IT.

Karkat’s pretty close to snapping himself, which would be an understandable reaction to the events of the last two minutes, let alone the last month. He doesn't deserve this.

Come to think of it, have we ever seen any incarnations of Karkat from beyond this point on the timeline? I don't think we have. That's understandable, I suppose - seeing a Karkat this traumatized would have given the game away.

CCG: GUESS I HAVE TO BRAVE IT FOR FEFERI'S SAKE. PAST cuttlefishCuller [PCC] 380 HOURS AGO responded to memo. PCC: For my sake? 38)

A ghost appears in chat.

This is just haunting, isn't it? Thanks to Trollian, Karkat can freely converse with his dead friends, but trying to save them will immediately doom the timeline. All he can do is dodge her confused questions, as her corpse lies not five feet from where he's standing.

Oh, the clown car is just full to the brim today, isn't it?

That’s what an angel looks like? I don’t know what the fuck us up with LOWAA, but I need to find out more.

PCA: are you busy PCA: you said youd try to make it to lowwaa soon wwell howw about it CCG: DUDE, ARE YOU AN IDIOT, YOU CAN PLAINLY SEE I AM FROM 300 FUCKING HOURS IN THE FUTURE, EVEN IF I WERE REMOTELY INTERESTED, WHICH TO THAT I SIMPLY SAY WHAT THE FUCK.

Methinks Eridan is just not a very observant person. The trolls have a lot of smart cookies on their team, but he's not one of them.

PCA: can you put in a wword wwith your past self maybe buggin him to make the trip wwhen he gets the chance CCG: WAIT, WERE YOU HITTING ON ME BACK THEN? CCG: *ARE* YOU HITTING ON ME? CCG: LIKE AN ACTUAL RED SOLICITATION, IS THAT WAS THIS WAS???

I honestly think Eridan might be a bigger problem than Vriska.

With Vriska, there’s always been a sense that she at least regrets what she does. That doesn’t stop her from doing it, but it does mean there’s a seed of remorse inside her that could, in time, bloom into actual character development.

Eridan, on the other hand, completely lacks even the most meager shred of introspection. Not only does he not understand why his behavior is wrong, he doesn't even recognize it as wrong. He was remorseless in his harassment of Feferi, he was remorseless when he attacked Sollux, and I guarantee he’ll be just as remorseless as a full-fledged murderer.

CCG: I THOUGHT YOU LOVED HER. PCA: wwho man wwhat are you talkin about CCG: AND ALSO… PCA: wwhat youre not makin sense CCG: I CAN'T CCG: I CAN'T EVEN TYPE HER NAME CCG: SHE WAS MY FRIEND CCG: SHE WAS MY REALLY GOOD FRIEND AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL TO DO NOW THAT SHE'S GONE.

Can someone just give this kid a hug?

[fan-therapy]

Hiii, would it be possible if you could write a scenario where there’s a new ghoul and the pack has a hierarchy, so she’s trying to figure out where she fits in and maybe challenges mountain or one of the other male ghouls and he/they put her in her place by getting her to submit to him/them…? Thank you!

do you mean sex? i think you mean sex. i’m writing sex

also sorry this took so fucking long, i'm depressed lmao

Warnings- ghouls are kind of mean/territorial, they are rude to you! hatefuckingggg, semi public methinks, fingering, a little bit of smacking yk, unprotected sex don't be like them, choking sorta, kind of a quickie

It's like she isn't even there.

She doesn't know her place yet. She doesn't even have the dynamics of the pack figured out, and they've still yet to properly fit her uniform to her body. They brought her a size too big, just in case- it's baggy around the waist and the pants and sleeves are certainly too long. There's even an inch too much space between her toe and the front of the shoe. She is, in every way, out of place. The rookie. The first thing that set her off was Dew- of course it was him and his attitude- he gave Y/n the meanest side-eye, glaring daggers at her. She's an intruder. Sure, maybe intruders are dangerous in the pit, but this isn't the pit. This isn't the pit, and she isn't trying to threaten anyone, and it's starting to get exhausting.

The older ghouls are more powerful- they're stronger and they're better, yes. But it would be nice to feel welcome. The final thing that made her snap was at dinner, in the dining hall, in front of everyone.

"Why are you acting like I hardly exist?" She blurted out after being ignored. Repeatedly.

“Why do you act like you can come in here and be on top of us all?” Dew growled back at her, pinning his ears.

“I’m not!”

“You two,” Aether finally said, attempting to diffuse the situation. “Relax.”

The two ghouls bore their teeth at each other, growling lowly.

“You’re only making things more complicated. You’ll get used to each other eventually.” Mountain chimed in, placing his clasped hands on the table. At the end of the table, Phantom and Rain sat in silence, ignoring the conflict as they sipped on the beef stew they’d been served.

“Shut up!” She snapped at Mountain, who frowned.

“Don’t yell.”

“Don’t tell me what to do!”

Mountain sighed, rising from his seat and standing at his full height. He grabbed her by the sleeve and she hissed at him. “Let me go! Let go!”

The rest of the pack sat without objecting, looking away as Mountain dragged Y/n away from the table and down the hall.

Eventually, he stopped and slammed her into a wall. "You don't understand! I'm sick of your fucking attitude!"

Fear flashed in her eyes. Not enough to stop her. "Let me go!"

"Shut up!"

She went silent at his command. Mountain was big. And he was strong. And she wasn't quite so sure that she could take him if he got aggressive. She wasn't quite thinking straight- "...Make me."

With that, he grabbed her hands and pinned her to the wall. His lips pressed to hers, the kiss filled with what was either passion or rage. Maybe both.

"Don't you fucking talk back to me." He growled after pulling away for air and then diving back in. His hands moved to grab at her waist, squeezing and groping and pulling at her uniform. Y/n's hands reached for his collar and grasped at it like a lifeline.

It didn't take long for him to finally reach her belt and unclasp it with shockingly nimble hands. As soon as it was undone, he slid down her pants and underwear without shame. His fingers made their way to her hole and rubbed at her folds. She let out a moan and he smacked her thigh in warning.

Without sparing any discomfort, he slid two fingers in and moved to bite at her jawline. She gasped and clawed at his back, head dropping back against the wall. "I fucking hate you."

"I don't like you much either."

Right as she was almost there, about to cum, he pulled away. He fucking pulled away.

"F-Fuck you!"

He growled under his breath in response, mumbling something incoherent as he undid his own belt and pulled his cock out of his underwear. He grabbed Y/n's shoulders and spun her around so her chest was pressed against the wall.

He slid the tip of his cock between her folds, eliciting a soft moan from his throat. Without warning, Mountain pushed in in one thrust and Y/n let out a loud groan. The stretch was agonizing and incredible and too much all at once. When he grabbed her waist and started giving shallow thrusts, he was hitting her sweet spot just right. One of his hands pressed against the wall for balance and the other came to wrap around her throat, resting there as a symbol of the power he held.

"M-Mountain!"

"Say it again."

"Oh f-fuck, Mountain, fuck-" She gasped for air as he picked up the pace, groaning. The ghouls in the dining room had to be able to hear them now.

"Come on, fuck..." He groaned, mercilessly speeding up. The hand around her neck tightened. "Can't last long, you're so fucking tight."

She sobbed out in a mix of pleasure and pain, trembling fingers coming to rub at her swollen clit. She wouldn't last long, either, and she would never live that down. You can't just move on after getting fucked by someone you hate and cumming within minutes.

Moments later, she came with a cry, clamping down on his dick. If he wasn't pressing her body into the wall, she might have collapsed. Mountain climaxed not long after, shooting his load deep inside of her. Mountain was quick to recover, pulling Y/n's pants back up and buttoning them again while she tried to catch her breath. He had returned to his calm, easy-going demeanor easily, though there was a hint of smugness under his tone when he finally spoke.

"I take it you've learned your lesson?"

[sorry-moots]

Inversion of Genesis But I Changed It

i updated twice in a 72 hour period!!! get rekt losers!!! characters featured: scaramouche, lumine, paimon, nahida, dottore cws: none methinks wc: 1,140

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Chapter Ten

Your blood runs cold. You’re vaguely aware that you’ve dropped the basket with the desserts, but you can’t bring yourself to move, let alone pick it up.

“Y/n?” Scaramouche yells from within the mecha suit. “What the hell are you doing here? I told you to stay at the hotel!”

Shaking yourself free from the shock, you shout back, “What should I do?”

“Just stay back!” he commanded. “This is between me and the traveler.”

Every muscle in your body is tensed as you watch the battle. Even with the imposing mechanical armor, the traveler and the harbinger are evenly matched. Their fight seems to go on forever.

You don’t know how long you had been watching them– though your eyes were dry from staring without blinking– when the suit went limp. The suit with Scaramouche in it.

So trained are your eyes on the harbinger that you fail to notice the child god approaching him.

“What are you doing,” you ask aloud, though your voice is barely a whisper. The bite-sized archon holds her hand out and the gnosis emerges from his chest. Scaramouche slumps forward; the cords connecting him to the suit are quickly coming undone. “Stop, he’s going to fall!”

As soon as she turns her back on him, he drops out of the air. You start running towards him, trying to shut out images of his broken body.

“No, no, no, no, no!” You lunge forward.

Like electricity, an icy wind flows through you as you glide through the air. The sensation shoots up your spine and from your fingertips. Just as Scaramouche is about to hit the floor, a foot of snow materializes below him, breaking his fall.

You fall with a thud but get up instantly and scramble the last few yards to dig through the snow. The cold is stinging your hands but you push through the pain until you find his body. He’s unresponsive but breathing.

Your nervous breathing turns angry as you try and fail to wake him. Nothing you do is working so the next best thing is yelling.

“Why didn't you catch him?!” you yelled at Nahida and the traveler. “You saw that he was falling, you knew that he was defeated, so why didn’t you catch him?!”

The two averted their eyes. The normally talkative fairy had nothing to say.

Tears well in your eyes. “I always knew we were the bad guys, but you're not the heroes everyone says you are.”

With that, the adrenaline rush wears off and you sink into the snowbank.

*****

Voices swim in your head. Deep, unsettling, and velvet smooth. High, cautious, and bright. Their conversation is far enough removed that it feels like a bad dream, but you know better. Fighting your body’s desire to rot, you stretch and squeeze your eyes together tightly. It takes a minute, but you’re able to open your eyes only to find the Doctor staring right at you.

“Did you enjoy your little nap, [Y/n]?” he mocks.

You recoil and crawl backwards in the melting snow. “What do you want, Dottore?”

“Dropping titles now, are we?” he remarked with a grin. “I would be a little more mindful considering you’ll soon be working in the laboratory with me once again.”

Your heart skips a beat. “No. You can’t do that. I won’t let you.”

“You won’t let me?” He stifles a laugh as he asks, “What makes you think you have a say?”

It’s hard to look intimidating when you’ve just woken up from a nap in a pile of snow, but you try anyway.

“My duty is to Lord Scaramouche and him only,” you state with an imperious tone. “If you insist on me returning, you’ll have to submit a formal transfer request, to which I must agree.”

“Lord Scaramouche?” he echoed, this time not even bothering to hide his laughter. “He probably doesn’t even have a pulse!”

I can’t let him get to me, I have to stay strong. Steeling yourself, you reiterate:

“My duty is to Lord Scaramouche and no one else.”

The Doctor seemed to appraise you. “Very well, [Y/n]. I’m sure you’ll have your work cut out for you, what with your boss being a fresh vegetable.”

“I’ll see to it that he makes a full recovery.” Your voice is hollow; you’re not sure if you can make good on that promise.

Dottore, of course, picks up on this and smirks at you before he leaves.

You force yourself to look at Scaramouche’s body. He looks so… lifeless. Gathering him in your arms, you give into the tears and succumb to sleep once more.

*****

When you wake up, you are no longer surrounded by white snow. Instead, you’re lying in a bed dressed in white linens. Your brain has a fog hanging over it, but as soon as you see your new cyro vision sitting on the nightstand, all your memories come flooding back.

“Oh, you’re finally awake,” says a bell-like voice.

“What are you doing here,” you ask, sitting up a little too fast. “What have you done with Lord Scaramouche?”

“I brought you here after you fell unconscious in the Fatui base,” Nahida explains as one of the nurses checks you over. “I’ve hidden the Balladeer in the Sanctuary of Surasthana. I’m not going to hurt him.”

“You already have,” you spit with all the venom of a box jellyfish. Shoving the nurse’s hands away, you get up to gather your things.

Nahida remains silent, her childlike features solemn in a way no true child could affect. Eventually, she speaks once more.

“He hasn’t woken up yet, but would you like to see him?”

You pause for a moment. Awful visions of the battle that took place have your eyes glazing over. Of its own volition, your head nods.

The walk to the sanctuary was brief and quiet. Though clouds hung low in the sky, there was no rain to offer any ambience, no tears for the fallen god.

As soon as you lay eyes on him, your eyes begin to water. He looks so fragile and lonely, suspended in the barren building.

You turn back to the door, ready to leave. Over your shoulder, you call back, “I’ll be visiting every day.”

Your return to the office isn’t much more pleasant. All of the furniture has been reclaimed by the Fatui– the desks, the lamps, the chairs, the sofa. The only thing they didn’t take with them was the mourning flower that you bought for Lord Scaramouche. It had just blossomed the other day. Now, it lay on the ground with its pot in shards.After finding the driest spot in the dank underground base, you curled up on the floor. I’ll find an apartment in the morning, you think to yourself as you fall asleep.

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tags: @lacunaanonymoused, @dollpoetwriting, @constantlyoverthinking, @melpomenelurks y/nnie is homeless teehee

[amourjins]

i'm having pov!aeri thoughts rn so i'm sharing them

pov!aeri who likes to give little gifts to y/n. flowers, stuffed animals, lego structure of something y/n likes, etc. likes sending them hoping she can make y/n's day better and make her smile!!!

loser!pov!aeri who can't sleep one night so she's ends up being bored, all pouty bc she'a missing her gf, and then comes up with the most WONDERFUL idea to facetime y/n at like 2 in the morning. y/n answering the call, asking aeri if something was wrong and then the loser says "i just miss you" and then all of a sudden y/n is wide awake and all her attention is on her gf now. then she takes a good look at aeri's appearance.

aeri's wearing pajamas with cute cartoons on them, a headband like in that one recent live ykyk, a stuffed animal in her arms (you cannot tell me this loser doesn't sleep with a stuffed animal), or maybe she's building a new lego set she had recently bought.

loser!pov!aeri who -during her's and y/n's secret dating era- gets jealous whenever she sees someone getting a little too close tp y/n for her liking, and going all quiet and sad because she can't go do anything since they're not out to anyone yet. but!!!! she ends up becoming really clingy towards y/n when their alone, refusing to tell her why she's being so clingy but ends up giving in and rambling about hwo she got jealous and that's why she's being clingy.

y/n teasing her for it, making aeri look at her with big puppy eyes with a pout :(((

but y/n ends up just pulling aeri into her arms, RUNS HER FINGERS TO HER HAIR BC AERI LOVES WHEN Y/N DOES IT, and reassuring her that there's no one she'll ever love the way she love's her :((( my turn when

that's all for tonight!!! i'll comeback with more soon ;)

OKAY YES. pov!aeri nd her love language being gift giving + acts of service. like its just “i got you this,” “i built you this,,” left and right to yn!!! yn’s room is filled with aeri’s gifts n her lego sets that she built for her Hjsjsjsslaosjxnxsosis

wait WAIT WAIT HEAR ME OUT bc yn tetxing aeri that shes getting her nails done n aeri texting back like

(a) — how much?

(yn) - $75! why?

(a) — [apple pay of $150] ,, show me what it looks like after, pretty girl 💕

THIS SONF. (sorry i love piwon) + late night calls w/ loser!pov!aeri n pov!yn,, nd YES the stuffed animals.. literally has a whole setup of them on her bed + her gaming desk.. maybe yn at aeri’s house n she looks over at aeri’s bed, seeing sm plushies n stuffed animals. yn sees one that catches her eye.. (its a black cat that yn thinks resembles aeri methinks!)

“can i take one?” yn would say out of nowhere!!!

“..huh?”

“i want one,”

“okay,”

aeri’s staring at yn confused, yn walking over n taking the black cat that caught her eye!!! (she sleeps w it every night.. maybe cs it has aeri’s signature perfume on it..)

BACK TO THE LATE NIGHT CALL!!!! the pajamas lmfao 😭 on call, aeri’s searching for something and then she magically pulls out a fucking lego set?? like girl its 2am i dont think you need to be building legos rn..

ororor maybe she decides to play games n shares her monitor screen so yn can watch!!! :3 (even though shes eepy n doesnt understand half the things shes doing)

YES aeri getting possessive n jealous whenever someone gets too close up to yn.. or maybe yn interacting with one of her friends!

aeri glaring DAGGERS at whoever the someone (..possibly jake) is, wanting to kill tjem!!!

when theyre in private, aeri having her hands all over yn after the whole tjikf?? saying shit like “tell them to get off of you,” while still being pouty !!!

aeri digging her head into yn’s shoulder nd having her arms around yn’s waist.. oops going insane!

[savventeen]

hmm savv what would u do with mutual pining and woozi? :3c

daisy,,, beloved,,,,,,,,,, how dare you make me think about mutual pining w/ woozi ( /hj ) (i am already pining for him and thinking abt MUTUAL pining is going to drive me actually insane methinks g o d sdkjflskjdf)

ok so. SO. after vibrating in my seat and fantasizing abt lying down in the middle of the floor for the rest of time as i think about this concept, i have come to the following conclusion: mixtapes. and i mean in the classic "hey i made you this mixtape" sense

reader and jihoon are both producers for the same label and don't really interact that much at first. in fact, they don't actually even meet for the first time until soonyoung invites them both to his birthday party and they start talking shop, bonding over teasing soonyoung, and then ending the night with a promise to grab lunch together sometime.

fast forward a couple of months and they are officially Friends. they've managed to start a tradition of getting lunch together once a week and bitching about various work bullshit, and they've also started to hang out together in group settings after realizing they have more mutual friends as well

reader is the first one to send jihoon a song. it's a few hours after their weekly vent session, jihoon having taken up most of the time complaining about shitty higher-ups giving ridiculous deadlines and stuck-up idol wannabes trying to tell him how to do his job without having a clue about what his job actually is, and he gets a message from reader that says "i feel like this fits ur current mood" with a link to a song. [cw the song linked has a somewhat startling gun sound] he clicks on the link, curious, and then bursts out laughing after a few confused moments of listening bc that was NOT what he was expecting, at all

and that's how it starts, really. a few days later, he sends reader a song with the caption "how much u wanna bet soonyoung would choreograph something to this just bc it has the word 'tiger' in the title" / "no bet he absolutely would" / "ur no fun :P" / "sorry can't hear you i'm sending it to soonyoung as we speak"

pretty soon they're sending songs back and forth almost daily "what are ur thoughts on this" / "?? i don't speak french" / "and?" / "...ok yeah this is p good" "is this kinda close to the vibe you're trying to get for that one group you're working with?" / "not quite. but that's ok bc IM Vibin with this one" "i need u to stop whatever ur doing and listen to this with the bassist bass you can get with w/ ur setup" / "ok??" ... "holy shit" / "RIGHT?"

fast forward another couple of months, and reader shows up to jihoon's studio with a can of coke zero and a flash drive. "what's this?" / "this, my dear woozi-ssi, is going to be the solution to our creative blocks" and then reader goes on to explain their idea: they both have tracks that they're stuck on (personal, professional, or otherwise), and so they're gonna 'sisterhood of the traveling pants this shit' ('i literally have no idea what you're talking about'). aka: reader put some files they're having trouble with on this flash drive, and jihoon's gonna add any notes/ideas he has and then give it back with some of his own trouble files on it. rinse and repeat

and not only does it work ("ohmygod i've been trying to figure out that bridge transition for DAYS THANK YOU") but it also becomes Their Thing. like, they're used to collaborating with other writers/producers/etc bc it comes with the job, but something about this silly little flash drive... feels Special. [*cough*it's because they're catching Feelings*cough*]

tHIS IS GETTING SO LONG FUCK OKAY other things i would include in this fic: - one noticing the other has been working on a lot more love songs lately (or maybe a lot more Sad (read: pining) love songs) - reader has a bad day at some point and they end up losing the flash drive and they have a breakdown over it (jihoon comforts them and also helps them find it we love emotional hurt/comfort in this household) - scenes where they're individually waxing poetic about the other to different friends and the friends are like "bro. ur in love with them" "uh, no? they just have a great work ethic and a great taste in music also their lyricism is just—" "you. are. in. love." "i admire them professionally!

AND THEN THE CONCLUSION!! one of them decides to bite the metaphorical bullet and confess their Feelings. this could be either of them, but i'm gonna go with jihoon bc i can. so of course he can't just say "hey i love you" like a normal person, he has to confess through music. so he goes out and buys a new flash drive (with a really cute cover bc he knows they'd like it) and puts two folders on there. the first folder is full of instrumental files and is titled "all the times i couldn't find the words". and the second folder is titled "and all the times i could" and it's all love songs he's written inspired by/for reader

he sneaks into their studio and leaves the flash drive on your desk while you're in a meeting, and then he Waits and waits and waits some more until it's time to go home and it's been total radio silence and his heart feels like it's been crushed. so he starts to head home in the rain (bc i am a cheesy bastard and love rainy confession scenes) but after a few minutes of walking he hears shouting behind him and he turns to see you sprinting at him while screaming his name and before he can get a word out you're clutching his shoulders, soaked to the bone and asking "do you mean it? the songs, did— do you really mean it?"

and all he can do is nod because his heart still hasn't quite found its way back to his chest yet, and then he can't nod anymore because you're kissing him. you're kissing him, and he drops the umbrella he was holding and you're both kissing in the rain bc you're both obnoxious helpless romantics and "y/n-ah, i mean it— i mean it. i love you"

"i love you too, you stupid romantic bastard oh my god"

"hey, you're the one who started kissing me in the rain"

and it ends like the cheesy romcom this turned into bc i couldn't help myself and i need to lie down in a puddle of feelings now k thx

[send me a person and a trope/au and i'll tell you what kind of plot i'd write for them]

[frickfrackiwastakingabath]

Second part, coming back to Elowen and Lucia and Abel! Well, maybe not Abel this chapter, but Elowen doesn't need that added stress to help the wolf methinks. Enjoy!

...

Pinning Beetles II: Over Your Head

Tw: fearplay, manhandling, dehumanization,

...

Elowen woke with a start, gasping for air. She shivered again, as the cold of the metal cage seeped into her bones once more.

Lucia, the witch. Elowen had been captured.

For tampering... Abel, she think the name was said. The wolf Lucia wanted to be her familiar, who she maybe cursed?

"Trying to play hero?"

She shivered, her wings pressing against her back as she looked around. Elowen was still in a little cage on the witch's work area... NOT being kept for a potion or anything of that sort. She didn't know if she should trust Lucia on that... but she dares to say she hates not knowing more.

Elowen jumped, slapping a hand over her mouth as something creaked in another part of the cabin. She flattered her wings against her back and dud her best to will her antenna to stop twitching, trying to look as small and unnoticeable as possible.

Lucia slapped down rather harshly a collection of papers, arranging them on the desk and looking between them and Elowen, scrutinizing. Eventually she spoke. "What sort of fairy are you, little one?"

She held her tongue, mouth closed and staring terrified. She wasn't sure WHY the witch was asking the question, and she couldn't quite tell what the papers were from where she was.

Lucia huffed, and started undoing the little lock to the cage. The fairy blanched. "No no no-"

"So disobedient for such a tiny creature-" Lucia tsked, grabbing for Elowen easily even as she tried to dodge. She held the fairy precariously by the ankle. "Even for fairy standards you are quite small."

She shifted Elowen in her hand to lift her face from under her chin with her thumbnail.

"Though you're certainly a cute little thing." Lucia smiled faintly down, chuckling when Elowen shivered.

"You..." Elowen attempted to push through the feeling of words being killed by the look Lucia was giving. "You never- I don't... you haven't said why I'm here."

"Because I don't need a pest like you freeing my soon to be familiar." Lucia leaned in closer, baring her teeth which made the fairy whimper, shrinking back further into her hand. But that only made Lucia's hand close in around her, a thumb pressing her chest and pinning her. "What kind of fairy are you, you won't like if you make me ask again."

"Animals- I speak with and help animals..." Elowen shakily said, taking deep breaths once Lucia's fingers let up. It wasn't enough room to readjust her wings, which felt uncomfortably bent against the warm flesh. "Why aren't I dead? If- fairies are used by witches for- and if I was interfering-"

Lucia squeezed hard again as she barked a laugh, what was Elowen thinking?! She had this problem, before the other fairies moved away from the forest, she'd just run her mouth off without thinking. Which would not serve her well here in the hands of a witch who already had a grudge with her.

"You're certainly daring," Lucia's eyes glinted. Her pointer finger and thumb shifted around to pinch Elowen's waist, letting her wings try and fail to lift her away, her legs kicking and her arms trying to push off from the hand. "Elowen, yes? If I'm being honest, I don't know why I didn't just kill you. You seem fun I suppose, helpless, innocent and eager to help."

Quick like lightning, Lucia shifts her hand to slam Elowen's body to the desk with her palm, causing her to cry out.

"Which means I could change my mind to keep you around, yes?" Lucia hissed, smiling. All the fairy could see was her teeth, looking far too sharp. "So don't give me a reason to dispose of you."

"O- Okay..." Elowen got out, her heart beating hard in her chest.

Lucia scooped her up, almost gently and unrestricting. Elowen would like to say the only think keeping her from darting and attempting to fly up and out the window was her own fear, but she knew the witch must have more magic up her sleeve, or she'd be quick enough to catch her if she flew.

She was laid back into the cage, sitting on her knees backed all the way to the far end with her wings hunched over her. Lucia locked the metal bars in front of her face, giving one last grin down before returning back to her papers.

Elowen needed to get out of here.

[sweet-milky-tea705]

Im a bit too nosy methinks. I hope the devs dont hate me :’) anyways while i was being nosy i was thinking about the funding for touchstarved and if theyve done any funding rounds yet besides the kickstarter. I havent found any articles about it,,, other related companies like nix hydra and dorian did some seed and series A funding to raise money for their studios and i could find info/articles about that, even how much they raised(dorian approx 16MIL total and NH with about 6MIL back in 2014) Nothing about red spring though besides “touchstarved coming soon from indie studio” i worry about their funding a little. Touchstarved is set to be a big project and with the stretch goals,,, its a lot of money being spent on things that arent.. necessary persay? Dont get me wrong i would love an animated intro and original soundtrack etc etc. idk much about running a gaming studio though. I have zero experience whatsoever with anything like it so take everything i say with a massive grain of salt. I have read up a lot on the nix hydra fiasco though(queue the glassdoor reviews and masterpost and such) and learned they spent a lot of their funding poorly, as expected with bad management and i trust red spring a bit more. I dont see any records of investors and sponsors for red spring and i think they even mentioned in the blerdy interview that they didnt really have any and money was a major obstacle for running the studio. I cant help but worry about the success of the studio with that in mind. But its far too early to tell and unlike nix hydra im pretty sure red spring is mostly remote and doesnt have to worry about funds for the office building. So far, things seem to be going really good minus the lack of investors. The team is full of talented, highly credited people and the kickstarter has gone above and beyond. I have faith that this project will work out and ill keep supporting from the sidelines,, and being nosy

[mara-xx217]

Ending H (Fear & Hunger) Ch. 13.0- Wizened or Witless?

I'm doing something a little different this time and making what I guess could be called a 'multi-choice' chapter. The parts will be finished soon so I hope you enjoy!

The last of the Fellowship is the current reigning king of Ma'habre but it couldn't be the old man that stands before you, could it? Still... there's an undeniable power in his eyes that makes you shiver in disgust. Is there a point to delving any deeper, or should you just give up while you still retain the remnants of your sanity?

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Leering, Genuinely Unpleasant Discussions

“You’d do well to stay clear of that cursed, rotted place.” 

You had already delved too deep. Could you simply just… leave? The man before you was old, ancient, with dark, leathered skin and an iron-grey beard that spilled over his legs and onto the ground. He was hunched over as though pained by the years that he carried on his back. There was… something about him, what, you were uncertain of, but whatever it was, it made your stomach twist into knots and made your fingers reflexively tremble and reach for your weapon. Your companion, Frederick, already had his weapon drawn and was pointing it at the stranger, who didn’t even spare him a glance as he stared a hole straight through to your core. 

“A man cannot attain true godhood. The souls of men are too wicked and tainted, too frail to do so.” With the heel of his foot, the old man tapped on one of the cages behind him, the dog within barking loudly and lunging against the metal walls that contained its feral fury. Every time the cage jostled violently, your heart sank to the depths of the Abyss and came surging back up whenever the beast remained locked in place. 

“What do you know of godhood, old man?! You’re nothing but a fool! A fool that-” As Frederick spoke, the man burst out into laughter, though it was sharp and cruel and lacking any warmth of joy. 

“‘A fool’! Yes, yes! A fool, indeed! Though a fool that you will not best, methinks.” His eyes finally shift away from you and land on your companion, his shoulders visibly bristling under the old man’s gaze. 

“What was that?! You think I am incapable of killing the likes of you-?!”

“D-Don’t-”

“-do not TOUCH me-! You little wretch-!” As you reached for his sword arm, Frederick pulled it from your grasp. He never turned away from the stranger and spat in his direction. Phlegm landed on the man’s steel-toed foot, his facial expression never wavering as he watched your companion turn to walk away from him. 

“-you aren’t worth the effort it takes to raise my sword arm. Come-” Frederick beckoned you over his shoulder as he left the kennel. His footsteps were wet in the urine-soaked floor and echoed against the temple’s walls. A knot formed in your stomach as you watched him walk away.

“...fool. A fool’s ego is a terrible thing, indeed.” The old man was staring at you again, almost as if he was sizing you up. You feel that, if he weren’t so enfeebled and you armed, that he would have inflicted some sort of evil upon you. Sensing your discomfort, he smiled, again void of any warmth or friendliness, just as most things in this accursed place was. 

“Are you a little weasel? Or are you capable of something more?” He was looking you up and down, his eyes raking against your body with enough intensity that you could feel his gaze on your bare skin. It made you shudder in disgust and fear. 

“Hmph- No, I doubt very much that you could do more than be an extension of a foolish man’s dominion…” The old man’s laugh was harsh and kicked your body into motion. You left him, gooseflesh covering you from head to toe. 

Rounding the corner, you can still hear the man’s laugh ricocheting off the walls around you. Frederick was already down the hall, not having bothered to wait for you to follow him. He knew that you would follow him and you did, blindly and with your head down as the old man’s words still repeated in your head. 

‘I doubt you could do more than be an extension of a foolish man’s dominion…’ 

In between the clacking of your and Frederick’s heels, a loud, metallic clank snaps you out of your thoughts. It must have started Frederick too, as he stopped mid stride and exclaimed aloud-

“What the hell was-?!”

The sound of claws scraping for purchase on the urine-slick floor and barks loud enough to reverberate throughout your bones nearly deafens you and freezes you in place. Four large, ragged and frothy-mouthed dogs barreled down from the side room that the old man was standing in. Cold fear freezes the blood in your veins. W-Why would he-? 

Frederick was frozen too, eyes wide and limbs stiff, unable to raise his sword. You both only need to flee deeper into the temple to reach the end of it all. The end…? Or… another path? The temple was the beating heart of this old, decaying place and the entire reason why he journeyed to this terrible place. He couldn’t even remember what the country that he hailed from looked like. What it sounded like… What it smelled like… You were just the same as he, losing what you once were every passing second that you are in this terrible black. 

If you remain in place, you will die, but you will die as yourself and not what you could possibly become should you fall into the shadow of the last withering new god. 

However, if you don’t… 

What will you do?

Run

Stay and fight

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[purplefloyd]

Over the past week I've been really feeling an Aladdin musical resurgence. I took a break for a while since I wasn't feeling inspired but I can feel the inspiration coming back to me finally! Like I been thinking about it more, drawing more, BOK is back on my brain (they never left but it's more front and center now) I think I may be back??

Anyway, Aladdin Broadway content coming soon methinks

[justablah56]

Here is your prompt to get you to speak your lovesong-related thoughts aloud! [and also a notice that I may fall asleep very soon and not see them until later if you answer this tonight ehe]

@cookies-over-yonder also asked me abt my lovesong thoughts so I'm just gonna put it all here lmao

ah ok SO !! the first thing you need to know about me is that Terry/Nick/Sparrow is literally everything to me . I have never once mentioned them or drawn them unless you count me having drawn fanart for every 2 person pairing within this throuple lmao - so if this turns into polycule thoughts I'm sorry (I am not) anyways <3 Nick and sparrow ! methinks they are one of the more healthy relationships within the many kiddad ships , but ah . that's not saying much seeing as . the kiddads are . like that . anyways , my hc for how they got together is kinda that Terry set them up in the way that Terry is just the person the majority of the kiddads tell all their shit to , so obv both Nick and sparrow told terry all about their crushes on each other and the entire time terry just sits there like uh huh . oh you don't think he likes you back ? hm . okay . that's a thought . but both of the other two are too invested in lamenting abt their crushes that they absolutely do not sense anything weird about Terry's very obvious and deadpan responses . meanwhile both of them have crushes on Terry 200% and have absolutely talked to each other about how attractive Terry is so both of them assume the other *just* likes Terry and therefore they have no chance . bcs wow I like both of them , but what are even the chances that he likes both of us too ??? bcs they are all so silly stupid and are too busy crushing on not one but *two* of their best friends to notice that literally so is everyone . anyways . Nick and Sparrow . transfem sparrow my beloved , and transmasc Nick is canon (to ME) so t4t for the win <3 anyways , I think when Terry finally gets fed up with being the middle man between the two of them he just brings both of them over by texting both of them that the other has smthin to tell them . bcs it'd be silly . followed immediately by them both then being like wait Terry come back . now we both have smthin to tell *you* . anyways . Nick and Sparrow are just very soft w each other (until they're not if ya know what I mean) but I think Nick when hes w sparrow just becomes the most romantic guy to ever exist bcs hes realized that sparrow loves all those silly little romantic things like Nick gets her flowers all the time bcs he can see her face light up as she goes to find a vase . he sees her blush and grin fondly at him when he holds the door open for her . he loves the way she pulls him into her lap and kisses his face when he gets her a new dress to match the button up he just got . just cute shit like that . also I think (obv) that sparrow is v big on showing love via physical affection , esp with Nick , partly bcs he's her partner and partly just because of how flustered it makes him , no matter how small the touch . she could just casually grab his hand while they're walking somewhere and Nick will just immediately look up at her like 😳 anyways running out of rail on this extended train of thought and don't know what to keep talking abt so that's all folks until someone asks me abt them again sndnndmd

[zumazozuma]

Because no one asked, I'm gonna dump my headcanons of Lan Fan on yall!!!!!!!!! 💥

To play her character on my RP server, I had to fill in the holes of her backstory and shoves themes to explore her in a story, and honestly I think it just makes sense 😌

♦ "Coming from a family of retainers to the Yao Family that's been in service for generations" is all we had to work with. Based on the fact we have an old man and a teenager, I assume they are the last of their bloodline due to Reasons™ (I can info dump lore I created for this whole family business in another post if anyone wants to know) This leaves her "alone" post-canon, and makes the stakes to protect Ling no matter what even higher!

♦ Falling. That's her big theme! It illustrates her character very well; both in the sacrifices she makes and the way she always stands back up! It's great to use for her psychological development in story as well, with learning to ask for help and rely on others!

♦ I invented a whole OC for the mechanic who installed her automail! I made his dynamic with Lan Fan kinda mirror Ed and Winry's, in the sense that Lan Fan is the one always attempting murder on him lol- ALSO!!!! Methinks Lan Fan deals with chronic pain too, yes yes. We all know how insane she is for getting that arm installed so soon after amputation AND rushing rehabilitation (6 months rather than three years… She's asking for it fr fr)

Yeah that's pretty much it. Share your thoughts if you have them!!!!

I created a whole secret home village to explore all of that lore, and it seems only one of my precious-members-I-love-to-bits is actually reading it, so if you wanna know what I came up with, do give me a reason to ramble about it and ask! ✨

The stuff I came up with may not all feel canon, but I like to think her themes and the fact she's only got Ling left make her character feel way more sympathetic. (We did about the same for Ling aaaaaaa they only got each other now!!!!) Hence why I thought I'd share teehee

[turnippencil]

Hello hello? Do you remember me? I hope your month has been kind to you. How's the writing going? Don't burn yourself out. I'd like to know what personal headcanons do you have for the Lamb and Bishops and Narinder you're planning for in the Veil AU, Weaved Lies? Do you have a favorite weapon and curse and fleece? Which follower do you have is your favourite? What do you think the COTL official comics would show for its contents?

Have a good week, eat your meals regularly!

Of course I do! Welcome back, friend <3

Honestly, it has come to a halt, mostly due to college kicking my ass. Dont worry, I dont think ive brunt out too bad, mostly just academically and not artistically

As for headcanons I have for The Past We Shared (Decided to stick with this, although your suggestion is indeed scrumptious):

- I'd say the bishops were never truly 'loving' with one another. When you are near-immortal you have a near-infinite time to fix mistakes. Yet, it means a longggg time for resentment to stew

- Shamura is love bombing Narinder, even as a kid, as a sort of self-redemtion of how they raised Heket and Kallamar

- I have a headcanon that the big skull we see in Sozo's realm is a previous god, in TPWS I linked it to being a previous deity of death

- All the decorations we make in the game have backstory, as it is probably what Narinder had in his realm during his reign. I just need to do some metal gymnastics (specifically the weeping fountain in my story 🤫)

Favourite weapon? AXE AXE AXE 🪓 it goes boomerang, much fun. Though for my lamb, I feel they are a claws kind of menace.

Favourite fleece? During the early game, it was the Golden fleece. Now it is Fleece of Fevour' Favour. Hands down. One, it's aesthetic. Two, it's so good paired with a demon that collects fevour for you during crusades 🩷

Curse? Divine guardian, especially for no hit runs paired with golden fleece, but any is fine 👌

Favourite follower in my save file? Their name is Chicken Popcorn and Deer Man, my two earliest. Chicken is a pink deer, while Deer Man is a brown Stag.

I love antlers.... horns....

As for the content in the official comic? I hope it goes far to give the Lamb a more defined personality (more than the animated ads have shown) and more lore drops for theorists to speculate on! These two are kinda lacking in the base game 🫠. Yet, methinks this helped contribute to the rise of its fandom content! It is very malleable and open to creativity!

Thank you for your ask, as I sit here typing, taking a break from school work. It's really brightened my day. Drink water and stay refreshed angst&happiness! Hope to hear your thoughts on the comic soon!