#Late response ack

[chocobje]

Umm I accidentally make another dandy world oc- his name is mag and he mad scientist- basically he's the main villain of dandy world although he's say he's evil deep inside he's actually good basically I make him to be like the evil goofy villain stereotype that always had their plan failed

For his twisted I wanna make him the good guy him if you got him on your floor it basically he will protect you from other threat also he will talk similar to glisten (also if he spawn there will be a secret staff room you can interact with his picture on it and reveal a whole lab with item you can take usually rarer item- basically loot room it like dandy shop but free you can take 1 each person) so basically his twisted ver is an anti hero he wanted to save everyone especially Cory (uh also I have another one dandy oc name tomoko so ye)

Basically I got inspired by these two 😭 (adudu from BoBoiBoy basically an evil alien that come to earth to steal coco powder also a cartoon I grew up watching it,it was pretty funny back then- and Dr doofenshmirtz from Phineas and Ferb admittedly I haven't watch it all but I watching him at my grandma's house)

AYY more ocs!! Goofy villains are so good you can almost never go wrong with em

Interesting how his role got reversed upon being twisted?? His mechanic lowkey reminds me of Sebastian from Pressure with the secret room n such,,

Silly magnet man I assume he's close with Cory if he wants to save him the most

[comvi]

hugging and patting your snout. btw

many ways to interact with A Beasts...

[artfartt]

Hand over more Pim and Charlie as the freelance husbands.

For the occasion I give you tdp Pim and Charlie with minimal spoilers

[isjasz]

Hi Jas! Im not sure if anyone has asked this before, but is it ok with you if i use your art on my keychain(just for personal use only)? Thank you!!

HELLO HI YEA IM FINE WITH IT! as long as its just for personal use :3 also feel free to show me the keychain if/when u get it, i'd love to see!

[yardsards]

on one hand it's probably for the best that there were no jokes about rainer's disability but on the other hand, rainer absolutely strikes me as a fellow member of the "uses our visible disability for lame puns and prop comedy" gang

[weasleys-wizard-writes]

Latency Lingering {F.W}

Chapter II - Cold Comfort

Synopsis: after your run-in with Molly earlier in the afternoon, things come to a head when the very man you'd hoped to never see again shows up at your front door, breathless and demanding answers. And thus, your once so peaceful life comes to a sharp and grinding halt, rather likely for good.

When you looked back on it, your final happy evening with Fred was absolutely chock full of the kind of irony that could make a grown man weep.

It was something you'd scarcely considered prior to the birth of your children, the stinging pain of it all dulled by the persistent dread brought on by the promise of an unsupported birth and the overhanging threat of your ex finding out about the secrets you were keeping from him.

But, of course, that dread hadn't lasted forever, and mere weeks after the birth of your son and daughter you had found yourself suddenly consumed by the near hilarity of the tragedy that had befallen your love life, and the ever present sense of irony that hovered over it like a cloud.

After all, it had been on your last joyful evening with your former boyfriend that the then seemingly far off topic of pregnancy had come up, the weight of it manageable for what you had not then known would be the final time.

It had been a warm spring night, and although the weather had been pleasant enough as of late and the promise of your worst school year yet coming to a close never ceased to bring a sigh of relief to your lips, you couldn't help but feel completely miserable.

For weeks at that point, you had been dealing with utterly debilitating nausea (and the less than welcome side effects associated with it) all throughout your days, and though your love always did his best to support you, you could sense his hesitance and worry over your health as the date planned for he and his brother's conjoined escape drew nearer.

Thus, when you'd found yourself in the gryffindor common room pulled tight against his chest, you'd simply melted into him like a scoop of ice cream dropped upon sticky asphalt.

It always made you feel at least a little better, you'd found, to have him near, and you could tell that he was put at ease whenever he felt your familiar weight against him, a subtle reminder that you were alright even in spite of the illness that plagued you.

He would never admit it, and for you, he didn't have to, but Fred Weasley was a worrier, and a skilled one at that.

So, in order to stave off that worry in favor of spending his second to final evening with you at Hogwarts in better spirits than he otherwise might, he'd begun rattling off utterly ridiculous theories regarding the cause of your long term illness, the likes of which ranged from not having received enough kisses as of late, to bearing witness to Draco Malfoy's face each day.

Though, it was your darling's final theory that had truly managed to capture your attention.

"Ugh, don't even joke about that, Fred. It isn't nearly as funny as you think it is."

You'd huffed out with a light groan of semi-exaggerated despair, unable to stop yourself from rolling your eyes as your then boyfriend had laughed in response, tossing a lithe arm, strengthened in part by his history with quidditch, no doubt, across your shoulders.

"Who’s joking?"

He'd inquired with a feigned sincerity, his hand raising up to splay across his chest as if appalled.

"This is a matter of utmost seriousness, I'm afraid."

At that, you'd scoffed.

Fred Weasley, engage with a matter of "utmost seriousness"? Unlikely.

"It’d most certainly better not be. I am far from ready to have your child, Weasley."

Your boyfriend had hummed in response, the look of gleeful mischief in his eyes hard to miss.

You braced yourself for whatever ridiculous thing he was about to say.

"Really?"

He'd questioned as if truly baffled by your (sensible) admission.

"Well, you certainly could have fooled me the way that you- ack!"

Suddenly realizing exactly where he was going with that statement, you’d all but lunged to cover up his mouth before he could finish, not too keen on the idea of random passerbys hearing of your (admittedly rather active) sex life.

Still, Fred had dodged your "attack" quite easily, grinning wide as you'd fixed him with your most intimidating glare,

"I'm being serious, you git. You'd have to be mad to find something so disastrous amusing enough to joke about."

To that, Fred had simply shrugged, pulling you ever closer with the arm he'd kept wrapped around your now slightly tensed shoulders.

"I think we may just have different interpretations of what is disastrous, my dear."

He had teased, breaths tickling the baby hairs that grew atop your head,

"I have it all planned out, you know."

You'd hummed at that, eyes twinkling with curiosity as you turned your head to better see the man sitting beside you.

"Oh?" You'd asked, "Do tell."

Fred had chuckled, leaning his cheek against the top of your head as he spoke.

"First, we get the bloody hell out of here."

He'd teased, knowing full well just how much closer his impending absence was in comparison to your own.

"And then, as we'll doubtless be wealthy and well adjusted men by the time you graduate in a few weeks time, you'll move in with George and I, doing whatever job you please until I either convince you to work at our wildly successful shop, or you really do fall pregnant. Whichever comes first."

You'd burst out laughing and smacked your boyfriend's shoulder at that comment, noting with joy the way that he shook with his own laughter against you.

"A child before marriage, Mr. Weasley?" You'd teased once your amusement had been quelled enough to allow for speech, "I fear your mother would just about flay you for such a thing.”

The ginger had hummed in subtle confirmation at that, shrugging slightly as he replied,

"Perhaps, but I reckon she'd be utterly besotted with you for it, so you've not much to lose there besides your future husband."

"Future husband and the father of my child in this hypothetical scenario, I'll remind you." You'd teased, "I'd be rather cross with you if you fell to your mother and left me to raise Fred Jr. all by my lonesome."

Your love had grinned wide at that, raising a brow as he considered your words further,

"You think you'd give me a son first then?" He'd asked teasingly, "Because I have a feeling our first will be a girl."

You'd outright laughed again at that admission, baffled and highly amused by your boyfriend's utter certainty in regards to your future.

"Ah, my apologies. Fredette then."

The man sitting beside you scowled as if you'd said the most absurd thing he'd heard in weeks.

"I think not. Frederica perhaps."

To that, you'd groaned, shaking your head back and forth in utter exasperation.

"Absolutely not. If you'd have our daughter named after you then I'm afraid you'll have to be a bit more creative than that."

"Oh, not to worry, love."

Fred had quipped back immediately,

"As I said before, I've got it all planned out."

You opened your mouth to question the man further, but already knowing what you were going to ask, your love had spoken up before you could,

"Winnie for a girl, and Augustine for a boy."

You'd all but gawked at that, shocked by the sincerity of the man's tone as you pulled away to see him already smiling down at you.

"Why Winnie?"

You'd asked gently, watching as the gryffindor sitting beside you shrugged his shoulders,

"It's a rather cute name, isn't it? I think it would fit an adorable little ginger girl splendidly. I can already hear you calling it out across our home, chasing her down to rub sunscreen on those doubtlessly freckled cheeks of hers as she fights tooth and nail for her right to roast in the afternoon sun."

Laughing, you nodded semi-exasperatedly at the rather vivid scene presented to you,

"If she's yours I'm sure I'll be doing that and many similar tasks quite often."

You'd paused for a moment to think further before speaking up again,

"And Augustine?"

Fred smiled softly,

"I've always rather liked the name, but have never heard it used much." He began before continuing almost hesitantly, "And it certainly helps that I fell for you in the month of August, as well."

Your eyes had widened slightly at that, brow raising alongside them as you'd urged Fred to elaborate.

"August?" You'd asked, "We didn't even have school in August, Freddie."

The man sitting beside you nodded in confirmation to your words.

"I know. It was summer, I was free of schoolwork and able to terrorize Ronald, Percy, and little Ginny as much as I well pleased, but even so, the only thing I could think about was you. Can you imagine, fourteen year old me desperate to get back to Hogwarts all because I wanted to see a girl? It was not an easy realization to come to terms with, I'm afraid."

You'd scoffed at that, hand reaching over to squeeze his own where it draped across your shoulder in spite of your seemingly nonplussed reaction as you considered the proposed names further.

"Winnie and Augustine." You had murmured aloud, tasting the two names together on your tongue for the very first time. "I quite like those."

And just as he'd begun to fiddle with the promise ring adorning the hand that rested gently atop his own, your love hummed softly in confirmation.

"I knew you would."

And then, smiling as you'd closed your eyes contentedly and leaned against him, you couldn't help but let out a pleased sigh.

In spite of all the stress you'd endured as of late with Umbridge's rule, your sudden and unexplained bouts of illness, and Fred and George's impending absence, the future, it seemed, was bright.

Until, that is, the very next day, when you'd learned alone in the girls bathroom that some aspects of it would be coming far sooner than you ever could have planned for or even imagined.

That night, just over twenty-four hours after your hopeful conversation, you had broken things off with Fred Weasley, and you hadn't seen him since.

That is, of course, until today.

Because even in spite of your insistence that she not tell him anything earlier that afternoon when she'd caught you on your way out of that accursed doctor's office, it seemed that Molly Weasley had paid your pleas little mind, for it was only a few hours after you'd arrived home that Fred had turned up at your front door.

And truthfully, you knew that it was partially your own fault that he had found you with such ease.

After all, you still lived in that same flat your aunt had rented out to you during your summers away from Hogwarts, the one she used to supplement her income as she persisted with her freelance photography abroad.

Your mother, her sister, hadn't spoken to her (at least to your knowledge), since she'd refused to kick you out of it after your graduation, but the woman in question had never seemed to mind.

In truth, you hadn't yet found it within yourself to miss your children's maternal grandmother much either.

But still, even in spite of your aunt's kindness, you couldn't help but wish you'd had the forethought to move elsewhere as you stared helplessly at the man standing on the other side of your door.

He looked positively frazzled, and utterly determined.

"Fred I-"

"Tell me that she's mistaken."

The young wizard half demanded, half plead, his hand coming to rest upon the inner lip of the door as if afraid you might close it on him at any moment.

You would be lying if you said you hadn’t considered it.

You swallowed thickly at his words, opening your mouth in search of a reply only to have him cut you off once more before you could even begin.

"Or better yet, tell me that she's lying and that this is all some utterly ridiculous ploy to get me to see you again after all these years. Tell me anything Y/n, just not that she's right."

Unsure of what to say, you cast your gaze downward toward the floor and away from Fred's prying eyes, and immediately he drew in a sharp breath and cursed above you, bringing his unoccupied hand to rub across his face.

The silence that descended upon the two of you afterward was thick and cloying, the absence of all sound so harsh that it nearly made you shudder, an urge you only held back because you refused to come across as weak to the man standing before you.

Which, as things went, happened to be rather difficult considering how absolutely terrified you felt.

"Truly?"

He breathed out after several long seconds of nothing,

"All this time, and you were just never going to tell me?"

Slowly, and with a shameful certainty, you nodded at that, hands clasping in front of you as your fingers worried away at the spot on your finger where your promise ring had one sat.

Old habits died hard, you supposed.

"Fred, I..."

You trailed off for a few moments, desperately seeking out the right words, only to give up with a sigh when you realized they would likely never come.

There were no "right words" for you to say in this situation. There was only the truth, as ugly as it may have been.

"I didn't know what else to do."

At that, a short burst of harsh and humorless laughter that was jarringly similar to that which he'd let out on your final night together in the astronomy tower pushed passed your ex's lips, and despite your best efforts, you couldn't help but flinch back from it, a movement which he either didn't notice, or chose to ignore entirely.

"You didn't know what else to do besides dump me with no real explanation and hide my own children from me for nearly three years of their lives?"

He scoffed, looking down at you as if in utter disbelief,

"Does that seem like the most rational decision to you, Y/n?"

In response to his mocking tone and blatant disregard for your reasoning, you looked up to meet your former lover's eyes once more, glaring daggers into them as a hand came to rest upon your hip.

"Was it a rational decision for you to set off fireworks in a school, Fred? Or for you to drop out mere months before graduation?"

You snapped, taking a step closer to the man as you pointed an accusatory finger to his chest, the space between you decreased enough now that you could smell the familiar cologne he'd always worn, the very same one you'd described while smelling amortentia all those years ago in Snape's classroom.

Fred glared right back at you after a moment of what appeared to be surprise at your sudden displeasure, but before he could even think to open his mouth again, you continued.

"How about when you decided to fight in a war that from what I heard, very nearly killed you, huh? And let's not forget to mention this very moment here, where you've turned up to my aunt’s flat in search of your ex girlfriend while looking half a mad man instead of thinking to send an owl first to at least make sure that I even still live here. How rational does that seem, Fred?!"

Your voice was raised now, having been increasing in volume since you'd begun the second half of your rant, and while he had never been one for shouting, it seemed that Fred Weasley was far too concerned with not being outdone to care today.

"You're saying I should have sent an Owl?!" He asked incredulously, the laughter that left him just as barren of humor as the bout before it.

"Oh that's rich coming from you, love, because you could stand to learn a thing or two about sending important owls, it would seem!"

You scoffed, arms crossing atop your chest as you opened your mouth to reply once more, a no doubt biting remark already primed and ready to go at your lips.

As unfair as it was, after all, there was some long buried part of you that felt angry at the man standing before you.

Because even if it was entirely your own choice, you had endured nearly nine long months of pregnancy completely alone, before laboring just under two weeks early all by yourself, which of course had preceded you then raising both of your children all by your lonesome, exhausted and afraid of whatever it was that would come next, because as you'd soon discovered alongside the existence of your children, there was always something else looming on the horizon.

And it just wasn't fair.

It wasn't fair how desperately you yearned for the touch of a man now supposedly unknown to you as you laid in bed each night,

It wasn't fair how curiously your little ones asked about other children's fathers,

It wasn't fair how obviously and agonizingly they took after their dad,

It wasn't fair how you saw him briefly each time you looked into their beautiful little eyes or brushed your fingers through their soft ginger hair,

None of it was fair, not in the slightest.

But just as you were about to open your mouth and express these long buried and ignored feelings of yours, a small and painfully poorly timed voice called out from behind you.

And when you shifted your gaze to see your ex's face more clearly, all you saw expressed upon it was a deep and sorrowful dread as he stared just past you at the once empty door frame, which you hoped against all hope and sense was still bereft of life.

Of course though, you could already tell from Fred's face alone that this was not the case.

"Mummy?"

The young voice that you immediately identified as that of your son questioned curiously from behind you, and finally you swallowed your hopes and fears and turned around to face the music for what felt like the one millionth time in that day alone.

And of course, standing there, backlit by the slightly yellow glow of the bulbs from the kitchen that sat just inside, was your boy, your darling Augustine, looking the very picture of the man that stood just a few feet away from him.

His hair was an absolute mess from his clearly restless sleep, and he was rubbing at his eyes in a manner that made it nearly impossible to make out their color, but even so that inarguable likeness was there.

He looked every bit the quintessential Weasley child, and it made your heart flutter in your chest when you noticed the way that your former love seemed to take this in, as if it were a knife to the gut.

Clearing your throat to rid it of the sudden thickness that you found there, you were quick to reply.

"Yes, love?"

You murmured softly, reaching out gently to help guide the young boy to you when he began to fumble all but blindly in your direction, eyes still blurred by sleep.

"Can sissy and me sleep with you? We've had another bad dream."

At that, you frowned immediately, maternal instincts quick to take over in spite of your stressful situation.

For nearly a year now your twins had suffered from nightmares, often on the same nights, though thankfully from what they had shared with you, they at least seemed to be about differing things.

That said, it did cause you rather significant grief as a parent to see your children suffering so with something you could not even hope to control or change.

It made you feel weak, helpless, and above all else, afraid of your own potential errors or failures in raising your little one's to have something like this plague them for so very long.

Several nights a week you would awaken to the sounds of pattering feet on hardwood, petrified voices crying out your name from down the hall, or little fingers poking at your body to rouse you as one or both of your children sought out the comforts of their mother.

Most often during times like this though, you'd found that it was Winnie who came to get you, her brother (younger by a whopping nine minutes and twenty-three seconds), typically favoring bundling up beneath his covers until you went off to gather him up in your arms and carry him to your bedroom before cocooning him alongside his sister within the blanket that smelled soothingly of you and the detergent you used on it once weekly.

So, naturally, it worried you to note that it was August who sought you out on this particular evening.

Sympathetically, you cooed to the boy standing before you, reaching down to pick him up with ease before setting him familiarly upon your hip with a skill that was rather jarring to the nearly forgotten man standing with his back to the wall just opposite you and your son.

"Of course you can sleep with me, darling."

You assured him gently, rubbing his back with your still free hand as you allowed your voice to take on that soft and soothing tone that all mothers seemed to master at one point or another,

"Does sissy need me to go and get her tonight?"

Your son had just begun quietly shaking his head when the sound of small feet on tiled floors caught your attention, and you immediately turned to better see the source of it as your daughter came into view.

There, backlit in the very same way that her brother had been, stood your ever so brave and dreadfully witty Winnifred, whose hair was still up in messy pigtails from earlier that day due to her refusal to allow you to take them out at bedtime.

You often claimed that she didn't get such stubbornness from you whilst you were teasing her, but you knew deep down that such a statement was far from true.

She was, after all, just as much your daughter as she was Fred's, and it seemed that the apple did not fall far from the tree in that particular regard.

"There's my sweet girl,"

You began, squatting down to offer your unoccupied arm to her,

"Would you like a cuddle as well, then?"

And immediately, the elder of your two children all but launched herself into your arms, muttering softly of her nightmare and the fading details she recalled of it as she buried her face into your neck, relaxing herself with any and all familiaritites you carried about your person.

You shushed her gently, swaying your body back and forth with a practiced rhythm until all of the sudden, Fred's voice snapped you straight out of your reverie.

"They truly are real then."

He said softly, as if in utter disbelief of the sight unfolding before him.

Unsure of what to say, you simply nodded, avoiding his gaze to the very best of your ability as you prayed he didn't notice the quiver in your bottom lip upon hearing the hurt and confusion in his voice.

"I-"

Seeming to choke a bit on his words, Fred faltered for a moment, floundering in place until finally, he simply shook his head and sighed.

"I should go."

Your eyes widened at that, and your head quickly snapped up as the man standing before you pulled a small pen and notepad set from his back pocket, the front of it clearly stained with ink and worn from use.

No doubt for his ideas, then, you realized idly before putting a stop to any familiarity you felt for the individual standing before you.

He was a different man now, a totally new person.

You had no right thinking of him as if you still knew who he was today.

Scribbling out a few lines of text in writing that you knew all too well, the ginger sighed before tearing the piece of paper he had been using out and handing it to you.

"That there is the address to mine and George's shop and our apartment just above it. If you don't find me there, I'm likely at Mum's or somewhere just down the road. Have someone let me know if you ever stop by while I'm not in."

Shocked, you nodded absently before finally finding it within yourself to speak up once more.

"So I'm guessing you'll be wanting me to come to you about all of this sooner rather than later?"

Shrugging in a manner that you would almost describe as hopeless, Fred looked to you briefly before quickly glancing away, as if pained by the mere sight of you alone.

"I would have wanted you to come to me about our children years ago, but better late than never I suppose."

Opening your mouth as if to argue with his statement, you found that nothing worth saying would come.

Once again, it seemed he was rather justified in how he felt.

Once again, it seemed you were the bad guy for doing what you had felt was right all those years ago.

What a mess.

Seeing your apparent speechlessness, Fred simply nodded in farewell before apparating out of your apartment complex without another word, leaving you to wonder how today could have begun so typically and ended in such a life altering manner.

Such was life with twins, you supposed.

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[forsworned]

What if the reader is a tease plus... like shes really playful... MF JUST PUSHING A SIX FOOT 5 TALL MAN AROUND LIKE SHES THE BIGGER MAN (SHES LIKE HALF HIS SIZE) PULLING HIS BALACLAVA JUST SO IT HITS HIS FACE THEN SHE'LL JUST KISS'EM AND ACT LIKE SHES SORRY WHILE SHES LAUGHING UNDER HER MASK. OR HER JUST BITING SIMON FOR NO REASON AT ALL. Basically this reader is childish... And then we got simon being patient waiting for the right time to slam her into the bed and the reader would still be laughing trynna get away like "Hey Si, HOLD ON... HOLD ON- I WAS JUST KIDDING. IM SORRY" but simon already pulled her ankles yanking her beneath him then they'd have a "tickle fight" Jqebhehsvdhdbsbha

Warning! There is NSFW Content in this post

Contains the following: Primal play, Cunnilingus, AFAB!Reader, Spanking, Tickling lol

I imagine Simon to be the type to pull you onto his lap, bent over, panties and shorts tossed across the floor, and spanking you bare-assed. Getting you super riled up because how much of a bad girl you've been lately.

"Si—Simon!—ah!" You whimper out as he welts your skin with his hands. He rubs your skin as if to soothe it before the next one comes. A swift, harsh spank leaves you crying out in both pain and pleasure. His rough, thick fingers find themselves delving between your dripping folds and you sigh out in relief.

"Naughty minx." He breathes out and you ready yourself for another spanking, but alas you are met with him tickling your sides mercilessly.

"Ack! Sim-SIMON! I can't—breathe!" Your words are cut off by your giggles and little gasps of air as you squirm in his arms. A sinister smile spreads on his face, knowing you were helping in his arms.

"Bad girls get punished." He taunts as he continues as his fingers move under your neck and you manage to collapse onto the ground and out of his grasp.

You catch your breath as you scoot away from him and he's chuckling at the flustered expression on your face.

"Shut up!" You pout, heaving on the floor. Your tank top's flimsy straps hanging off your shoulders as you lay naked from the waist down.

"Mmmm, make me." He hums as he gets on all fours, preying on your weak, vulnerable form. Instinctively, you begin to scoot away as you feel your heart rate rise. His pupils are blown as he gazes down at you. Taut fingers danced at your knees, traveling down your thighs leaving a wake of gooseberries on your skin. A pleasant shudder runs up your spinal column and you watch as he sinks his teeth into your inner thigh.

"Simon..." Your voice is low and teeming with fervor. He hums in response as fronds bitemarks on your sensitive skin before he laps you up with no warning.

His hand strikes your puffy cunt and you jolt at the contact, whimpering as he dives back in. Spitting on the engorged flesh before spanks it again.

This time it's not as much of a shock as it is arousing you.

"Mm, y'like that, dovie?" He murmurs as he sucks on your clit, but before you can even say a word he slapping your pussy again, relishing in how your arousal sticks to his fingers as he repeatedly hits the skin.

"Simon!" You gasp, taking hold on his hand, but he pins your wrists to your sides and dips his head between your legs as he relentlessly sups up your sopping pussy. Your head lolls over your shoulders as you get lost in the pleasure of his tongue. The familiar knot in your stomach starts to build and your body gives little telltale signs that you're about to combust.

Simon is quite familiar with your wanton moans, the slack of your jaw, and the uncontrollable arch of your back when you're nearing your peak. The phonetic sounds of his name tangle with a cacophony of moans and vulgarities, but one phrase is clear:

"—'m cumming!"

And with that waves of pleasure dissipate and touch your shoreline leaving you heaving and overstimulated as he takes more of what he's been given. You writhe beneath him but he's not stopping. He's luxuriating in your little sobs and the way you helplessly try to wriggle out of his grasp.

Eventually, he lets go with a loud pop and you crumble onto the carpeted floor, hearing the sounds of his snickering.

"Asshole..." You croak out, but he's already kissing your knee with a wolfish grin.

"You were beggin' for it, sweetheart."

Warmth blossoms in your cheeks at his words. He was right. You loved it when he conquered your body as you pretended to run away. A bit of primal play never hurt anyone.

[whoslai]

suffer the repercussions - p. s. 🔞

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paring: meandom!sunghoon x bratty!y/n

warnings: MDNI! degradation + praising, oral sex, finger sucking, dumbifying, dacryphilia, angry hoon, power kink, cum swallowing, slightly toxic talk….possibly more

wc: 1k

fic under the cut!

you and hoon had been arguing back and forth about how annoyed he was with you consistently coming back home late at night. sunghoon was a naturally possessive guy, he’d been one since the day he asked you out. only, you didn’t expect that outwardly planning to go on a late night hurrah with your friends would end you up cornered in your shared bedroom with your very angry boyfriend..

“you think you can just waltz around in that skimpy little dress, going on and on about spending the night clubbing?” sunghoon asked you, gently closed the door to your bedroom as he turned back to face you.

you cleared your throat, nervously scooting backwards on the bed as you looked up at sunghoon as he towered over you.

“hoon,” you began, trying to reason with him. “it’s not like i’m purposefully trying to ma…” only, you were cut short as sunghoon yanked you back to the edge of the bed by your legs, forcefully spreading them apart as he stood between them.

he tilted your head up with his cold fingertips, staring down at you with thick lust glazing over his lowly lidded eyes. “no need to make excuses…”

a smirk spread on his face as he gripped your jaw tightly. “we both know you just want to act like a little slut with your good for nothing friends, don’t you?”

you gulped, wincing at the feeling of his fingers dig into your face. “n-no…that’s not true…i just...”

“shhhh…” he cooed, caressing his thumb over your trembling lips. “open.”

tears filled your eyes as you complied, slightly opening your mouth for him.

“all the way.” so, you opened your mouth wider for him, already aware of what was to come next.

as you expected, he pushed two of his fingers into your mouth, shoving them against the back of your throat.

“ack!” you gagged, your throat convulsing over the pads of his fingers. sunghoon bit his lip, his eyes trailing lower down your body as he tapped your chin.

with that, you blinked your tears away and sucked on his fingers. “you know you can do better than that. pretend like my fingers are my cock; your favorite thing to have in your mouth.”

his words caused your stomach to stir, the feeling travelled down to your pelvis and then to your throbbing pussy. you uncomfortably shifted on the bed as you sucked harder, holding onto his wrist to guide his hand deeper into your mouth until it wouldn’t go any further.

you continuously gagged, but sunghoon only nodded in approval as he watched you. “good.” he said, slipping his fingers as he pulled his belt off. “only thing you’re good for is sucking my dick.” he murmured, signaling for you to get onto your knees and help him with his pants. “cock desperate sluts like you live for sucking dick.”

you didn’t reply, only unzipping his jeans and pulling them down along with his briefs as his cock sprang out and slapped against his stomach. his tip was an angry red, seeping precum. it was evident sunghoon got off on calling you a slut…and he wasn’t the only one.

you held the base of his cock in your small hand, licking the cum from his tip and lightly sucking on the head as you looked up at him with tear-glistened eyes.

“stop teasing.” he roughly spoke, harshly pushing your forehead back to snap you out of it.

you took him more into your mouth, taking in as much as you could, but he was just so big. he’s never fit all the way into your mouth, but you had a feeling that he was determined to do so tonight. “i don’t care if you choke, take all of what i’m giving you, y/n.”

you moaned at his words, feeling more and more turned on at his assertive tone. “ah…shit. do that again.”

you hummed in response, feeling him twitch inside of your mouth before he slammed himself all the way inside. your eyes flew open, falling back to the bed as he held onto your head as hee mercilessly thrusted into your mouth, moaning at the feeling of you gagging over and over again.

sunghoon’s fingers tangled into your hair and held you against his pelvis as his warm load shot down your throat, forcing you to swallow it all down up until the last drop.

he let you go and you coughed, trying to soothe the throbbing of your abused mouth. “was that too much?”

you only looked at him, wiping your mouth.

“y/n?” sunghoon cooed, walking closer to you once again. “you just say the word and you know i’ll stop.”

“i don’t want you to stop, sunghoon.” you told him, opening your legs as you leaned back onto your hands. “just promise me one thing?”

he raised his eyebrows, propping himself up over you as he waited for your proposition.

“promise me you’ll fuck me like the slut i am.”

let’s just say…you never went out in a skimpy dress ever again after that night..

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note: uh hi LOL sorry for the abrubt ending. i only intended for this to be a drabble ~ i know you guys really liked the mean dom sunghoon asks so i just wanted to drop this. i hope it was alright…(writing for sunghoon is lowkey fun. maybe i should dabble more into the heehoon territory…🙈)

[lausaivrse]

Hoshina Soshiro x fem reader.

They're married but when Soshiro gets home he was surprised that his wife didn't greet him he got worried so he called out to his wife.

Then....

I'll happily let you decide on the "surprised" anything at all 😉✨

WHERE’S MY WIFE? ft. soshiro hoshina

━━━━ ✦ pairings. husband! soshiro x wife!fem! reader.

━━━━ ✦ warnings. nothing really, maybe bad writing(?) currently in writers block and i forgot how to write a story. reader is safe and she is only sleeping lol. soshiro panics bc he thought his wifey was gone + maybe typos because your girlie is a fast typer

━━━━ ✦ synopsis. coming home from work was one of soshiro's favourite part of his day but what will happen if he founds out his wife wasn't in their shared home?

━━━━ ✦ notes. Ack! my first ask:D i tried to make this better but since it's been a year since i made a story and not chatfics it's pretty much bad but will probably improve in the future! hope you guys enjoy this though < 3 i love Soshiro sm:( and sorry if this is so short lol i run out of ideas.

coming home from work was one of SOSHIRO's favourite part of his day, the best part of coming home? seeing his beloved wife of course! after all you're his comfort and solace and what's better than coming home and plopping into your arms while you whisper sweet nothings into his ear and soothe his sore body from all that fighting?

the door of your shared home was clicked open, sliding the door swiftly with a huge smile on his face and he was ready to meet you in the kitchen as you greet him a “welcome home!” every time he walks right in through the door but something feels different.

the room was silent the usual sound of your sweet humming, the sound of sizzling of the food you were making for dinner and the sound of your favorite music blasting through the kitchen wasn't there. it was. . quiet.

awfully quiet in SOSHIRO's opinion, he wasn't used to this at all. normally you would greet him and pamper him with kisses and prepare dinner for the two of you but no — it was just pure silence that envelope the whole room, no warmth, no sounds of music blasting on repeat. . nothing at all.

SOSHIRO isn't someone who would panic immediately he was a laid back person but something about the eerie silence makes him feel anxious, what if you left him because you we're tired of him not coming home because of his job? what if you went out for groceries and got attacked by a kaiju—? surely, that wasn't the case right? nothing horrible happened right? it was all just a prank to get back at him, nothing more.

but that still didn't soothe his worries the silence was still there - and he hates every single second he was in the doorway. he doesn't like the silence of the room - it was lacking your warmth, it was lacking the sound of your favorite song repeating and it don't sit right with him at all.

“My love? are you there? I'm home.”

SOSHIRO tried calling out for you but instead of getting a response from you - all he received was silence, no response from you at all. did you fall while waiting for him? maybe that's it - you're just sleeping! yeah, that's it. nothing bad happened.

He slowly made his way upstairs, praying to god that you we're only sleeping due to how late he was on arriving home. his steps were heavy, his heart was beating fast and his hands were sweaty - he hopes and hopes that you are safe and sound is only sleeping. he softly knocks on the door of your shared room, checking if he gets any response from you somehow.

“[name], love? are you there, baby?”

SOSHIRO's voice was shaky he was anxious about the whole thing, vulnerable even. he wish nothing had happened - god forbid if one single strand of your hair gets misplaced he will seriously slice them with his blade. for what seem like eternity, as if his prayers were answered he heard the sound of soft snoring coming from the inside of the room.

he opened the door faster than the wind and just like how he thought you we're on your shared bed - sleeping so soundly and peacefully without a care in the world, SOSHIRO's breathing calmed down as he walked towards the bed his footsteps were light, careful not to stir you awake from your deep slumber as if he was taking care of something so vulnerable.

the mattress creaked a little bit as he sat down next to your sleeping form, his hands were shaky as he traced the softness of your face reassuring himself that you were here with him and in a safe place it didn't take long for a genuine soft smile formed in your husband's face before he pressed a kiss on your forehead as he slipped inside the blanket along with you not even bothering to change his clothes before mumbling a small “goodnight, my love. sleep well.” as he drifted off to sleep with you by his side.

glad to say that you are going to make up for scaring him by giving your undivided attention.

xiaolia writes ! ━━━━ ✦ hope you guys will enjoy this! posting this before leaving lol!

reblogs are very much appreciated

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Rough Winter | Yandere Polar-Bear Hybrid Pirate

There was something oddly eerie about the stillness of a biome meant to remain frozen. It was far too cold to hear the screech of even the most resilient birds; who wouldn’t migrate here if they could. Far too frigid for the reaching branches of any tree, with no soil beds for any determined sprout. 

No. 

No natural force would stay in the Arctic Wastelands. 

No one but Captain Poal.

Captain Poal and the crew he’d chained to his cursed vessel. 

“Land-Ho! We’re home, boys!”

The word felt like salt in the wound. You hadn’t been able to go to your home…your real home in what felt like ages. But what would be left? For a crew from a frigid biome, they had quite the fascination with fire. 

“Aw is the pup getting homesick?” 

Sen had a cruel and broad smile across his face as the ship sped forward to the floating fortress. The boat rocked with the jostling waves. You no longer needed to clutch the sides, easily maintaining your balance. It hurt to know this was no longer foreign to you.

“Senfried! Don’t be so rude. (Y/n)’s never been to this home before. This will be their first real welcome home.”

“Ooops~I forgot~”

Sen didn’t forget. He was just cruel like that. 

Despite his cruelness, he didn’t strike you as a kindred spirit to Poal. You wondered if he would have said the same if he had been there. Feeling the alcoholic buzz of the Summer festival, the sauntering joy of many living beings. Only for it all to dissipate in the suffocating haze of a burning inferno. And if it wasn’t enough that the sound of your home caving in on itself wasn’t enough then the helpless screams of all of those trapped inside would do it for you. 

The enflamed ashes skim your face as your eyes fight the smoke to burn the images of the late escapees into your mind's eye. Burning bodies both sprinting for water and falling out in a desperate call for death; it was a horrifying scene. 

Would he still be laughing then? 

Laughing as he watched the melting hands reach out to you one last time. 

Would he do that?

“(Y/n)? Are you alright?”

You let yourself return to the present, to Flynn placing a large hand on your back. The comforting gesture does the opposite, as you recall the same action being done that same night. You stepped away, ignoring those downcast expressions behind his glasses. Even Sen seemed to hesitate as you turned to woefully look at the rushing, raging waters.

Sen opened his mouth to speak, closing it as the Captain’s presence appeared with a thud. Booming footsteps commanded their attention and should have garnered yours. There wasn’t a need to look up when you already memorized the clinking seal-skinned boots. 

“Oi Oi is there an issue over here?”

Sen scrambled with a quick response. 

“Yes, Cap’n we’re all good here! Just excited to be home is all!”

His tone was light as usual, with no evidence of his previous pestering. Flynn on the other hand didn’t bother to let his hazel gaze point to you, before discretely pushing his spectacles up his nose. 

“Yes, we are all…ecstatic. ”

The Captain’s round and furry ears flicked in annoyance; silently communicating with his trusted first mate. Who nodded with the bow of his head. The Captain nodded upwards–a proper dismissal among friends.

“Well me and Senfield will prepare the rest of the crew. While our treasures may be compartmentalized they have yet to be moved.”

“Wait why do I have to come?”

“Senfield.”

“Don’t Senfield me! You always ack–! Hey”

Flynn dragged the hybrid by the stump of a tail before shifting to simply nudge him forward; effortlessly launching Sen ahead. Sen wasn’t a particularly big guy, given his species but not many could hold the line against a walrus hybrid. Especially not one as big as Flynn was.

Needless to say, your privacy was gifted by their absence.

Leaving you and the Captain alone on the deck of the ship. 

“What’s the problem, Snowball?”

You snarled at the nickname refusing to look up at him. He was probably smiling; casually flaunting the pearly razors so often stained with blood. 

“Don’t call me that!”

His fishy and sweltering breath fanned against your ear. When he had moved closer you’d never know. Speed and strength weren’t the traits he was lacking; that title belonged to his emotions. His sense of empathy and compassion was either nonexistent or skewed so much that it didn’t matter. 

“I’ll call you whatever I want.”

It wasn’t cold anymore. It was hot. Suffocating. 

His unclothed front was pressed into your back, his jacket-covered arms trapping your front. He was so insatiably warm. It felt like a fever had taken hold of you—an unnatural heat incurred by the chilling atmosphere.

“This is all your fault…I hate you Poal.”

The heat shook behind you. Vibrating with his stifled giggle. He clutched onto you tighter; muscles constricting you into his shaking embrace. His pointy nose dug into the top of your head, nuzzling into the woolen hat he gifted you before. 

“No, you don’t.” 

He let a steaming hand into your coat, shoving past the layers of cloth you’d put in place. You didn’t fight him, you couldn’t stop him as he reached for the skin above your heart. 

“You’re just mad that you lost.”

Retreating his hand from your protective layers he let you weakly cover up; before holding you by your cheeks. Turning your head to look up at the increasing size of the pirate’s fortress he squeezed at the resistance of your frown.

“Look at it. It’ll be one of your homes.”

“It will never be.”

“Don’t be coy. You’ll have a favorite eventually.”

“And you think it will be here?”

He turned you to him, pressing you into the side of the boat, clutching your face with a new ferocity. His head was already leveled above you coming closer to cast a shadow on his pale face framed by his unruly white locks as he looked down at you. In a fierce aquamarine glare, he doesn’t smile, looking as desperate as he is frustrated.

“I think it will be me.”

It wouldn’t help to struggle against his grip risking the pricking of his claws. So you simply returned his gaze knowing full well that backing down now would be your downfall. He backed his head away letting the light of the sun illuminate his face as he spread his mouth into a dastardly grin.

“You’re such a hurricane!”

He smashed his lips against yours. Quickly sucking on your pouting lips just barely nibbling before pulling away. He released you,  giggling to himself once more as he watched you recover. You rubbed your hand over your lip checking for any punctures glaring at him nonetheless. That seemed to make him smile wider, dashing away to knock on the door to the ship’s hold. 

“Buckle up Baby! We’re headed home to the fortress!”

Muffled shouts and hollers sounded from below. This would be your roughest Winter yet.

[illustrationist-of-the-stars]

To add onto Acheron!Yuu, Lilia's signature spell, Far Cry Cradle, can let him replay the memories attached to an object, so he could have been able to have Yuu's sword confiscated and brought to Malleus to show him. Silver could also, at some point, be able to go into her dreams and see either her in the past, or the absolutely terrifying prospect of Nihility, like with the Black Swan animation

' A Meeting Behind Walls and Closed Doors '

Feat. Dire Crowley and Lilia Vanrouge (honourable mentions; Malleus Draconia, Sebek Zigvolt and Silver)

Previous posts before this on the Yuu!Acheron AU: Part 1 / Part 2 / ???

[FADE IN.]

In the safe confines of the Headmaster's office does the masked crow allow himself a reprieve and sheds his outside demeanour of eccentricity and lets out a slight shudder,visibly shakened up and then releases a sigh of relief as his shoulders sag down by an invisible weight of responsibilities that come from the past experiences he had to deal with for the past hours or so.

Inevitably, he breaks the careful silence of the office and speaks to no one in particular, "unbelieveable, out of all the possibilities, the other potential cand-"

"Oh dear, you look like you've seen quite the harrowing spectre there, Sir Crowley."

"Ack..?!" Not expecting the sudden uninvited guest and getting cut off from his private musing's, Crowley lets out an undignified squak before trying to swiftly gather back his composure.

"V-vanrouge! Ugh, must you always sneak up on me like that? Just because you're masquerading as an admitted young student here doesn't mean I'm open to your version of a greeting..." The Headmaster spoke with a thinly vieled frustration and experation whilst staring upwards to the upside down bat fae currently on his ceiling.

Lilia in turn only gave an eye roll at that comment, the hypocrisy in it far to evident.

"Oh, please. Not like you don't do the same exact thing with the other children here whenever the opportunity presents itself to you, have you forgotten those explosive pop quizzes of yours with the colourful array of fireworks or is your own age catching up to you already?" The bat fae joked good-naturedly.

"Hah! Ironic coming from you of all people...now- wait, what are you doing here?" Dire Crowley said, realizing a bit too late of the incredulity of this situation he was unceremoniously thrust upon in.

"The ceremony just ended today and as the Vice Housewarden aren't you supposed to be helping the new first years settle in along with housewarden? Don't tell me you just finished and decided to pop in here for no good reason but to just bother me, I've unfortunately have no energy to entertain your whims right now. I have enough troubles to worry about as it is..." The masked crow said with slight exagerated tone in his voice.

"My, you certainly do have your hands full with these new batch of first-years this year, my sincere condolences....especially with how your going to handle that certain...young beastie that came in late and gave the mirror chamber there quite a disasterous dent to both it's walls and to your future financial saving's moving forward." Lilia gestured to the office's walls as if to bring forth the reminder of the previous fiasco when it happened just mere hours before they were having this unprompted meeting.

Crowley only squinted his yellow pupils from his mask for a mere moment in confusion before perking up in realization at the strange nickname and who it may be refering to, "Young Beastie? Ah wait, do you mean that girl...Miss Acheron was it? Atleast I think thats what she calls herself. Though I could've sworn it was something else..." He said whilst letting a finger tap on his lips in a thought like manner.

"Is that her name? Acheron...no last name?" Lilia inquired more throughly, trying to gather as much as information as possible. For what? That, he doesn't quite know. Yet.

Unfortunately, Dire Crowley only shook his head in an unafarmative 'no' before speaking up again, "none whatsoever. It might be due to foreign differences or other otherworldy reasons that are currently completely incomprehensible to me at this moment in time but if that is the name she wishes to go by then then so be it. It's not like we have any other information about her currently other than her unimaginable strength and abilities she seems to put under careful lock and key now."

"Ahah, otherworldly, you say? I had my suspicions about that during our little skermish together, the magic I felt by just being near her mere presence alone was overwhelmingly volatile and not to mention the aura that encapsulated her blade could've poisoned a mere mortal if they weren't experienced in shielding themself with defensive magic beforehand...it felt utterly wrathful." The ex-general and war veteran started periodically unclenching and clenching his recently healed and bandaged hand that took the brunt of the blade he had to previously stop from striking the Heartslabyul trio, least the ceremony turned up for the worst and became a bloodbath of all things...

He'd rather not witness something like that again, especially in a place like this and where his children are present.

"I have no qualms in disclosing that information since I feel anyone can make the connection with her destructive performance back at the mirror chamber back there so it's not something so unheard of anymore. Though the implications that comes with it is daunting..." The Headmaster told the ex-general with careful consideration.

"Hm, yes it quite is...I- wait a moment, is that I think it is?" Lilia Vanrouge said in suprise and apprehension as he pointed down at the new foreign object at the Headmaster's desk. The memory of it and it's holder is fresh in both of their minds.

Crowley in turn, stops and looks down back down at his desk and his eyes widened in realization at the shethed sword and scabbard.

"Oh, that little thing?I managed to bargain my way into making that young lady relinquish her weapon to me for the mean time since this is a college and a place of learning after all. What sort of backlash and rumours were to sprout if I were to let a young outlander wander around school grounds with a sword of all things?! Oh, the horror!" He spoke with an exageratted tone whilst putting a clawed hand at his cheek to further emphasize hie supposed 'horror' as the bat fae continued staring down the offending weapon before considering doing something that he might need to do for the safety of everyone he holds dear in this world.

Finally gathering his resolve, he looks up to the Headmaster again before speaking up, "...May I have a look at it for a moment? I need to check it for something if you don't mind."

Crowley in turn, if it were visible you'd know he had a raised eyebrow behind that mask of his, at the question before his expression slowly gave a resigned look at what he potentially wanted to do to satisfy his curiousity. "Be my guest. But ah, don't leave any obvious incriminating evidence behind on it, I don't particularly want that young girl to lay her suspicons on me if word got out someone touched her weapon if it's that signifacantly precious to her..."

"Oh, Sir Crowley, do you believe me to be such an amateur in a task as simple as this to leave a mark like that behind?" The bat fae gave out a theaterical gasp before putting a hand on his chest where a heart should be in a mocking gesture of being hurt.

"I'm wounded...Though, I suppose she did hold you at a sword's point momentarily there so I can't fault you for being a bit more on edge than usual..." He couldn't help but chuckle at the Headmaster's expense at the reminder, the question whether he deserves it or not is another debate entirely.

"Amusing, laugh at my pain even more will you? And after all the magnamoious deeds I've done for you lot...but besides that, are you going to cast your Unique Magic on that sword or not? I don't particularly sleep in my own office, mind you."

"Patience, Sir Crowley. A little banter never hurt a soul before has it?" The war veteran asks rhetorically while absent-mindedly running his hands and fingers on the ancient sword, feeling the ridges, patterns and the weight of long unimaginable history it may hold that he will hopefully make sure to find out all of it by the end of this meeting.

Dire Crowley only give a deadpan stare in return, silently urging him to just get on with it already.

"Oh, alright, alright. I suppose we've delayed this far enough...give me a moment, won't you?" Giving one last eye roll at the masked man, he makes brief eye contact with the object in his hands again before closing them to concentrate as he opens up his mouth to begin to recite the incantation of his Unique Magic...

"All is as if it were days long past.

No matter where it takes us,

it will all be over in the blink of an eye.

Far Cry Cradle."

After an immeasurable amount of time has passed, the masked crow decides to break his silence.

"Well?" He asked in an inquiring and slightly impatient tone.

With that helping the bat fae in breaking away from his reverie, his eyes shot open whilst the sharp pupils in his eyes seemed to have shrinked significantly as if just waking up from a long arduos nightmare that none should have witnessed, and yet he did as it is the price of such of the consequence of being a seeker of knowledge of the long past.

Lilia then releases a ragged breath like it was forcibly torn from his throat, the strong grip he had on the sword only thightened and if it weren't for it's unknown almost industructible metal, that sort of strength would've shattered it completely due to his own durability and trained strength.

Another thing to consider and take account of it's otherworldliness.

"This- This is... What was that creature? And the sword?"

"Sir Vanrouge, what ails you now? What did you see?" The Headmaster said in concern, trying to urge the bat fae of what he saw but unsure if he wanted to know himself.

Ignoring his question entirely, Lilia Vanrouge only looked back up at the Headmaster with resolve in his expression as he spoke back at him, "Headmaster Dire Crowley, I hate to say this but this....thing must be confiscated somewhere more secure and in under constant supervision, I must stress this clearly that it can not be given back to that beastie when she can not clearly be fully trusted yet or at all for that matter."

"Vanrouge, what do you mean by this?" The masked crow tried again with asking another question

Fortunately, he decided to spare him and answer it with haste to make his current new intentions clearer, "What I mean, is that this sword must be put in the right hands that can keep it in tight security, this is not a mere plaything for fencing or the likes! It's an artifact that holds incomprehensible power that you and I can't possibly hope to understand nor will achieve with out paying unimaginable consequences! So please, do yourself a service and peace of both of our minds in putting this object in the nearest current hands that can be hoped to atleast make sure it doesn't fall into the wrong hands when I know for sure you will not always be there monitoring to make sure it is.

I know I have made my vow to not meddle in your work and affairs anymore than needed to so long as it doesn't bring potential harm the Briar Valley and it's kingdom after the few attempts in whatever you're trying to achieve in this nonsense project of yours that includes meddling with that mirror but please, just this once, make an exception."

With those words said and now up in the air creating tension as they continued to stare eachother down, they maintained it before inevitably one crow gave in.

"....Very well. You are free to take it back with you to the dorm but if the young lady asks for it back again one day, I urge you to do so regardless of your personal feelings." Crowley spoke with finality, unwilling to move more than necessary from this sudden compromise.

Lilia only gave a grimace at that response, but reluctanly nodded in agreement before bringing the sword to his chest as if already readying himself for his own deperature, " I...can't quite promise that if the little beastie doesn't prove herself that she can be trusted with such a damning artifact...we'll just have to see in the near future but quite honestly, I hope it never comes to do that...the way I see it, the risks far outweigh the benefits it will bring if this sword were to be unsheathed from its scabbard again." The bat fae told to him truthfully as a last minute measure.

As if already knowing he'd get that type of response, he only nodded his head at that before speaking again, "Fine. Now as a student and vice housewarden of Diasmonia, I kindly advise you to go back to your dormhouse swiftly before you start to worry your dormmates now. They can't suddenly have two of their authrotive figures start to be absent wanderers now, can we?" He gave a hand gesture towards the exit as he spoke.

"No, They'd later run around aimlessly like headless chickens if that were to happen. Very well now, thank you for your cooperation on this matter, sir Crowley" He couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the thought. Before taking his leave, he gave one last half-smile to the Headmaster before disappearing entirely back to where he came from.

"It's been my pleasure, Mr Vanrouge. May you and your dormmates have a good prosperous time this year..."

As he finished speaking he couldn't shake the feeling and the involuntarily twitch of his ear at the sound of faint laughter in the air, coming from entirely nowhere but as if it was throughly entertained by the turn of events it was happening right before THEM.

Dire Crowley couldn't help but feel the weight lf his own mask grow heavier and heavier as each second passes as the mocking laughter continues before it ceases entirely.

"...for you and I will need all the blessings we can get."

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"Hm? Ah, Lilia. I was wondering where you wandered off to so suddenly after we helped Sebek unpack his belonging in his new dorm. He and Silver were being fussy about some sort of...incident that happen during the ceremony where you had to raise a hand to block a student or something of the likes? Is that where you get that injury from?...I was just about to- hm? What is that you're holding? The aura it's emananting feels....strange...

"....Yes, a little strange is a way to put it."

[FADE OUT.]

[END.]

Ohhhh boy, first time writing again after A SUPER long while so I'll admit I'm a bit rusty since dialogue was always somewhat the easiest for me for these kinds of things so if you see any errors in anything or some way to improve in writing things out better, let me know!

As for the part on Silver's own UM with Yuu!Acheron, I will be making it's own short comic with that because I sure as hell am not making this written monstrosity into one. Be sure to be on the look out for that next reblog! ;]

[ribbononline]

could you do a diancie and zeora fusion? if you hadn't already!

If you meant Zorua- They were actually already on my done list! >:]

If you meant Zeraora, no I haven't. I'm currently working to do Diancie fusions for all compatible mons in the fangame Infinite Fusion, and unless it get's added sometime soon it's chances are low :')

Sorry for the late response, I totally forgot . Ack

[howlingday]

Schnarkos, Schnarkos!

Nora: So, how's that new boyfriend of yours, P-Money- ACK! COUGH! COUGH!

Pyrrha: He's perfect! He hasn't cheated on me once!

Jaune: That's correct! I would never do anything to violate the sanctity of our relationship!

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Weiss: (Sighs) Look at this absolute mess of a meal... I wouldn't eat a single bite...

Weiss: BUT I made it special for you because I wanted to test your love~!

Jaune: Oh, Brothers help me... My other girlfriend is trying to kill me!

Weiss: THE BROTHERS AREN'T HERE RIGHT NOW, but you can leave a message~!

Jaune: (Eats) Mm... It's not that bad. But why do I feel like this is a trap?

Weiss: Because I'm planning to steal you away from Pyrrha with my devotion!

Jaune: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Do I have a say in this?

Weiss: YOU'LL DO WHAT I SAY WHEN I SAY AND HOW I SAY.

Weiss: Now, take me to your significant other so I can settle this for good~!

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Pyrrha: What's up, Jaune? Who's this white-haired bitch?

Jaune: I literally have no idea. She won't stop following me! And it's starting to get weird...

Weiss: Introduce me properly, or I won't make you any more meals~.

Jaune: That would be a small miracle.

Weiss: I'm his girlfriend~!

Pyrrha: Do what now?

Jaune: I'm a two-timing, waifu-collecting scum!

Pyrrha: YOU'RE AN IDIOT!

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Weiss: So, who wants to do a karaoke style rap battle for Jaune's dick? The winner takes all in this steamy, ecchi romance novel~!

Pyrrha: Weiss is a bitch!

Weiss: ...

Weiss: (Shattering glass)

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Pyrrha: Thank you, Weiss, for getting us kicked out.

Weiss: It wasn't my fault!

Jaune: THE OWNER HAD TO DRAG YOU OUT!

Weiss: That's on him for having Carnifex on the playlist!

Pyrrha: You're lucky he didn't sue you after causing that much damage!

Weiss: Okay! I get it! Now, who wants to play Grifball instead? (Leaps to her feet) Whoever scores the most goals gets to take Jaune on the next da- (Trips) AAAGH!

Pyrrha: I think you're disqualified.

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Jaune: Alright, I've had enough of both of you! I never want to see either of you ever again!

Weiss: So, who's up for a threesome~?

Jaune: Well... Sharing is caring~!

Pyrrha: Are you kidding me?!

Weiss: Sharing is caring and it can be fun~!.

Weiss: I'll give you some 'cause you got none~!.

Weiss: There's nothing more important under the sun~!.

Weiss: Sharing is caring and sharing is fun~!.

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Pyrrha: Well, we're here!

Jaune: Why are the two of you in my house?!

Weiss: We followed you home~!

Jaune: Well, that's mildly terrifying.

Pyrrha: Don't you know it's the man's responsibility to take two vulnerable girls home late at night!

Jaune: Alright, I give up. I'm too tired to deal with you two. Feel free to sleep on the couch, or whatever. I'm taking a shower and going to bed.

Pyrrha: Yay~! We'll destroy his Xbox and break his heart!

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Jaune: WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO BE IN HERE?!

Pyrrha/Weiss: It saves water~!

[ronearoundblindly]

Hi Ro! I know I'm late to this party, but can I get B and F for Steve?

Thank you! 💜

Never too late, darling! This is tumblr, not a job 😁

This one got away with me. It got weirdly sappy for the categories asked, but I went with general Steve from no particular universe here, plus a nondescript part of the timeline or beyond, could even kinda be AU--if you squint--except Steve is definitely famous in some capacity and was small when young. (I just think he happens to look very cuff-able in this gif so we roll with it.)

These dirty asks from this game are aptly titled, so MINORS DNI.

B - Bondage

He can't exactly be tied up, not by anything commercially available, but Steve surprisingly likes the chance to sit still, take a backseat, and enjoy experiencing your enjoyment. He used to be so small. He assumed he'd never have the power he does now.

The restraints, as useless as they are, work as a calming tool to shut off his brain for a while. He's not responsible for anything. That's nice. Very freeing. The act of binding him is in itself roleplay; he's playing small and weak.

He's noticed something else, too.

Over the weeks and months you two have repeated this ritual of tying him up, and you both understand just how much it doesn't remotely hurt him, you've grown...more aggressive with the bonds. It's only when you're tying them--never an ounce of it in anything that follows--but he watches and realizes that you relieve frustration by pulling harder, knotting tighter, heaving around until their just so.

At this point, since Steve can do nothing else, he loves to see it. He's heard short and vague accounts from you, of shitty behavior, of innuendo, of back-handed compliments about how you do so well even with Steve. How his reputation must boost you. How you don't have to work so hard or be good because he'll carry you. How your accomplishments are all tied to him somehow.

It's not true, but they say it. They mean it. Steve can do nothing but let you physically yoke him down in your life, even for a few minutes. The weight it seems to lift from your shoulders is worth any momentary sting he might feel.

No. Steve doesn't mind the bonds at all. He even hates that you can't restrain him for real. He wishes he could give you that. Then people might see that you're just that powerful and you've always been that strong. He had nothing to do with it.

Okay, one sec, let me pull myself together here. YIKES.

IT BECAME ITS OWN FIC! [Entwined]

F - Food Play

[Fools Rush In Steve a.k.a. Sketch is notoriously anti-crumbs-in-the-bed, so he is 1000% not a part of this convo. Sorry, bub.]

YUP. Steve loves to feed you. It's a care thing. He always wants your opinion of all the food on the table, so you have to try everything. Here! Try this. The fork is already by your lips and he's smiling eagerly.

In the bedroom? Oh yes, he is very fond of licking sweet things off you and having them licked off him. It's one of the things that seems to tickle Steve the most--body and soul--and it's so playful. He even gets to lean into having a fast metabolism and needing calories after his workouts. If he drizzles honey or chocolate syrup on you, or hilariously fizzes too much whipped cream out of the canister he has not gotten the hang of yet, then that's a snack and a half. That's multitasking. That's just good time management, ya know?

Savory stuff is for meals and the table though. There's none of that that gets played with during sex. He's never outright said that's a rule, but it seems obvious when there's never been a crossover event.

Super random shout out to Steve having a bit of a thing for champagne and licking it off your neck after he deliberately splashes or pours it there. The bubbles tickle like hell and the cold is so shocking, but whatever, he loves it.

🙄

Thank you for asking!

Ack, I can feel in my bones that the bondage one might end up as a one shot. I am in so much trouble.

[Main Masterlist; Dirty Asks Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[chuuya-eatin-ppl]

[Chuuya sighs] You want him or not?

[The guy is looking wildly between him, Dazai, and the exit, looking increasingly like he's gonna try to make a run for it]

i smell blood. gimme.

@gnawingonribs

Ehh?? Oh! You're that mackerel version that's a zombie and cannibal fucker right?? [He looks excited to see Dazai. He's got a fair bit of blood smeared on his face and gloves,, a bit less on his clothes]

What shit do you want?? Do you have any favourites? I have a lot of spare supplies at my house- unless you want something more fresh, then i guess we could go down to the fuckin' PM holding cells ??

[pearlescent-poppies]

Hello!

And welcome to Day 2!!!!

Forgot to put this here yesterday but there is a playlist for the fics of this event! So you can enjoy some carefully selected songs while you read!

To preface today’s, I know I said they’d get more Christmasy as time goes on, but this is the only exception!

Anyways, pretty short message from me today! But I hope everyone enjoys (and please once again leave your thoughts with me here or on AO3):

Day 2: QPR Mumscarian, Gift Exchange

For: @starrysilv3rse

I hope you love this Silver! They’re so silly!!!!

(Fic under the cut)

Scar hums along to the Christmasy vinyl record he has playing as he stirs the pot of homemade hot chocolate on the stove. It’s Christmas Eve, and with the big celebration the hermits do every year, Mumbo, Grian, and himself have taken to celebrating a little early. Just for the three of them.

They throw on Scar’s collection of Christmas records, don their best ugly sweaters, and enjoy the company of their partners. It’s perfect and so predictable after all the years they’ve done it that it just feels all the more special. Though- he does have a bit of a surprise this time around.

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“Scar~” Grian calls in a sing-song as he enters the train. Wings folding against his back gracefully and into a heart shape.

“Gri!” The taller exclaims, signature grin growing brighter, “How was the flight? And come in here so I can kiss you,” he chuckles.

With his own set of laughs, the avian rounds the corner and happily bounds over to Scar. He has to pause for a moment to take in the sight, the elf has always been pretty to Grian, it’s just a fact of life, but especially like this. Wearing a tacky sweater, long hair tied back into a bun with pieces left to frame his face, and his cane in hand. Sue the guy, he may be aroace but both of his partners are ridiculously attractive, he still has standards thank you. “How have the preparations been coming along? Not overworking yourself are you?” He teases.

“Oh, not anymore than usual,” Scar turns to wink. The blonde is sent into a fit of adoring giggles and he finally closes the distance to peck Scar’s lips, having to use his wings to get him a little air since his partner isn’t expecting it.

“Well hello there,” the elf says in response and pushes the pot of hot chocolate off the burner to avoid scorching. With that properly taken care of, he wraps his free arm around Grian and leans down for a more proper kiss, though not a lingering one.

“Hello Scar,” he greets in return, relaxing into the arm around his waist, “Missed you.”

“I missed you too, your stuff is all looking amayzin’ though this season!”

Grian scoffs playfully, “Says you Mr. Biome-Maker! Absolute madman. Thank you though.”

Just as they’re about to continue talking, a half crashing sound rattles through the caboose and Grian and Scar share a look. Well that could only mean one thing.

Sure enough, in comes their third. Mumbo has a Santa hat on his head and a sweater that looks like a suit. “Ack! I’m so sorry I’m late! I’m so sorry I’m late. Oh goodness, oh gosh, this is just pants,” he continues to stumble through his words.

“Mumbo! Slow down! You aren’t late, I quite literally just got here too,” Grian laughs.

“Oh! Well that’s good! Hello,” he greets after processing the avian’s words.

“Hi Mumbo,” Scar rolls his eyes fondly and lets Grian to press a kiss to Mumbo’s cheek.

Mumbo coughs violently at the action and shouts, “SCAR!”

The elf snickers, “Mumbo we’ve all been together for almost 7 years now, you should be used to a cheek kiss.”

“W-well- well-” he stutters, trying to come up with a justification. As Scar walks back into the kitchen to serve the hot chocolate and sugar cookies he’d made, Grian presses a kiss to Mumbo’s other cheek.

“You’re silly. How are you? Haven’t seen you much since Wild Life?” He questions and takes Mumbo’s hand, guiding them to sit on one of the couches.

“Good! I’ve been very good!” He says with a smile, “I’ve missed you and Scar like crazy though, honestly it’s rubbish we haven’t been spending much time together.”

“Agreed,” he sighs and melts into his partner’s side and cuddles up to him. When he looks up at Mumbo’s face, he’s wearing a slight pout, and it’s cuter than it has any right to be. He then has a moment of realisation and sits up with a groan, “We gotta put our presents under the tree,” he nods towards the aforementioned decoration.

“Nooo, but I’m comfortable,” his pout deepens playfully and he pulls Grian back against him when he’s about to stand up.

“But Muuumboo,” he huffs back and drawls with a smile visible in every inch of his face.

The vampire just laughs and kisses his cheek, “Hi Grian.”

He softens, “Hi Mumbo.” The avian wraps his wings around the two of them and lets them both indulge in the cuddles for a moment before he speaks again, “No but seriously, the walk isn’t far and Scar is gonna be in here any minute now. You don’t wanna ruin tradition, do you?” He jokes with a raised eyebrow. When Mumbo shakes his head, Grian says, “That’s what I thought.”

Really Mumbo was just being dramatic, it was about a three minute ordeal and suddenly they were back on the couch and cuddling again. The vampire even presses a kiss to Grian’s nose.

It had taken him a long time to feel comfortable just giving out affection like that, but now he does so easily. Or well- as easy as it gets with Mumbo. He still blushes every time without fail. His partners wouldn’t have him any other way though.

Soon, like Grian had said, Scar is joining them. He places a tray of cookies and three mugs on the coffee table, then joins the cuddle pile.

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It’s a few hours later when they actually start their gift exchange, having taken the time to just catch up and laugh and simply enjoy being together like this.

Though they do get to the merrymaking: everyone has three gifts (a limit had to be put in place after they were opening gifts for what felt like hours on season 8) from each person. They have an order too, Scar, then Mumbo, then Grian. Not for any particular reason, that’s just how it’s always shaken out.

By the end, Scar has gotten a new set of paints and paint brushes, earrings and matching hair clips, an orchid (yes, a real one), a fancy watch, a snow globe with the Scarland castle in it (that brought tears), a 3d model of his train, and finally, a new Jellie plush, this time wearing his BAM outfit (Grian always gives him one as a seventh gift, no matter how many times he swears up and down it’ll be the last year).

Mumbo is given a new toolset he’d been eyeing, a new Polaroid camera, a tie blind box (it ends up being printed with cacti which sends Grian and Scar into a fit of giggles), a fidget ring set, a Grumbot alarm clock (which he loves more than anything, it’s his son, and!!!! It was programmed by Grian which got lots of love and praise), and some framed photos of the three of them to decorate Mumbo’s home in his base (which was accompanied by lots of praise for his builds this season).

Finally, Grian, had been gifted a new microphone (he’d been mentioning Ariana Griande needing to return for awhile), a set of charcoals for his drawings, a box set of his favourite fantasy book series, a couple new sets of chains for his glasses, his own mini Grumbot, figures of all of his snails, and in a play by Scar to turn the bit back at Grian, a parrot plush wearing his Bad Boy outfit (he’d complained, but he loves it with all his heart).

Now that they were sufficiently teared up and laughed out, Grian and Mumbo expected to go back to their cuddling, maybe turn off the vinyl still playing and turn on a film. But- Scar had other plans.

“Mumbo? Grian?” Scar spoke softly, fidgeting with his hands.

“Hm? What is it?” Grian asks with a birdlike tilt of his head, his little head wings following the motion, with one extending out.

“I uh, have one more present for you both. Or well- I guess it’s not really a present so to speak. Just something if you want it and,” He continues to ramble, only stopping when he’s cut off by Mumbo.

“Scar, buddy, deep breaths. You’re okay,” he assures gently, in a way it only seems he’s able to do with his partners.

“Yeah, yeah okay,” the elf murmurs and takes a couple deep breaths. Once he’s recovered, a shy smile and a pink blush covers his face, “You know I love you both so much. These last years with you guys have been the best of my life,” Grian catches on, and reaches for Mumbo’s hand, eyes wide as he listens, “I know we aren’t a romantic couple, and this is kinda one of those romantic couple things, but-,” he stands, fumbling with two things in his pockets before he gets to one knee and opens two, black velvet ring boxes, “We’ve never really cared about what others think of us, and I know I want to spend the rest of my life by your sides. All that said,” he takes a deep breath as a tear slides down his face, “Will you both marry me?”

Grian is the first to react; as he covers his mouth with his free hand and looks away, wings fluttering with the force of trying to keep himself from either dying with laughter, or crying his eyes out, maybe both. “I was gonna propose on new years,” he admits tenderly.

Scar’s jaw falls open, “No! No you weren’t,” he giggles, tears falling properly now.

This is when Mumbo finally recovers from his blue screen moment. He practically squawks at both declarations, “No way, there’s no way! Oh goodness, oh gosh! You two- I- I was planning for Valentine's Day! No, there's no way!” He repeats.

His own cheeks are bright red and he’s got this over dramatic look of flustered shock on his face. It’s more endearing than words can describe and so very Mumbo. It also serves to make both of the man’s partners pepper his face in kisses to turn him into an even bigger mess. Though Scar still stays where he is, on one knee for the loves of his life. Maybe they aren’t romantic. But love has many meanings, it is different for everyone. For them, it’s this blurred in between place of not completely platonic, not completely romantic. Something indescribable, but a collection of all of their beautiful shared feelings for each other. So Scar asks again, “Well I guess I beat you both to it! So, is that a yes?”

“Yes!” They both shout at the same time. They share a look between the three of them and start laughing again. It’s the best thing to do together after all.

After a round of teary giggles and kisses, Scar gets to slide the rings he’d chosen on his fiancé’s fingers.

The rings are the exact same, though in different metal colours. Dainty bands, with a little red ruby heart. Grian’s in gold, and Mumbo’s silver.

“It’s beautiful Scar, I love it,” Grian smiles and pulls him in for another quick cheek kiss.

Mumbo echoes his stuttered agreement, “Gosh, Scar, I mean- wow, I mean- you’re perfect- IT’S perfect, but you are too of course, and I- gosh I love you. Both of you” Scar leans in after the jumble of words to give Mumbo a couple of bunny kisses before finally settling on the couch with the both of them again.

Now it’s finally time to wind down. They pop How The Grinch Stole Christmas on the television with Frosty The Snowman, and Rudolph on deck to watch next. They eat more cookies, drink more cocoa and simply enjoy the rest of their Christmas Eve.

Brought together and relishing in this next step of their lives. It’s a moment they’ll take with them for the rest of time, basking in the knowledge that the best gifts in the world are the one’s sitting right next to them.