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melodybeast
#the owl house#toh#viney#toh viney#skara#toh skara#viney x skara#Oh there is a tag for it cool#my art
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Puddles in toh
#sheerak#I broke her legs#★ミ ★彡#uh oh#not the vineys pet uh I stole the name from it#she's pathetic all you need to know
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Skara see’s Viney as a big sister, and during New Hexside Skara would vent to Viney about her frustrations with Boscha, missing her parents, and her worries about where the other Entrails are (especially Willow because Skara is a simp).
YO I ACTUALLY DID IT??? I'm proud of me <3
Mini silent comic with both fluff and angst <3 If anyone else wants to send me random headcanons abt any of my fandoms, I'll draw them!!
#cedar crap#my art#fanart#melodybeast#tho here it's platonic#kinda#I see them as a qpr#skarlow#skara toh#viney toh#toh#the owl house#my mutuals <3#oh hey it's an art tag
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how would your aus be like now that we know more stuff about the show?
oh god there would be sooooooo incredibly many changes. some I'm gonna leave alone unless directly asked but for some main ones atm--
Four Years: oh dear god so many changes. both just from learning more and also from the fact of being an au I came up with when I was 14 and I would never recommend anyone ever be the age of 14, my sincerest apologies to one luz noceda. I could make a whole other post about this but just to keep it simple lets sayyyyyy...first of all, Amity doesn't go into the Emperor's Coven. I personally still like the idea, but it doesnt really fit. theres helping her mom show off to customers, and then theres being forced into a Coven that wants to murder her crush and her crush's adoptive mom. Amity gives me the impressive of someone who would just start biting. Escaping Expulsion was Amity's "standing up to her mom" episode and I love that sm for her, I'm thinking maybe it could be redone in this au to also involve refusing to even consider the Coven? Dunno, but I know Amity doesn't join it, and neither do the twins.
Keene doesn't exist anymore, obviously. we're back on the Hunter show babey and his redemption arc (like most arcs here) take a much longer time to get on with. most remains the same, but he has a lot more interaction with Luz & the gang prior to Eclipse Lake. that episode becomes more of a "we were making so much progress but then the Panic Button hit in and everything collapsed in on itself" and then some tension between the gang of Hunter feeling shitty and not talking, the guys trying to figure out whats with him, and then Hollow Mind comes in an fucks up everything, as per usual
No more angsty fics about Camila missing her daughter because Vee's here now! yaaaaay. but this does mean Camila went a longer time without ever realizing her daughter was someone else, although I imagine at some point she WOULD feel that something was just Off. obviously shes a regular human shes not gonna think a shapeshifter took the place of her daughter, but shes gonna know something is Off and Strange but she cant put her finger on it and Luz seems happy...most of Yesterday's Lie remains the same but since it's at least been two years, maybe three, since Luz has seen her mom, she looks MUCH different than how Vee changed her appearance, so it throws Camila off quite a bit
smaller things will also stay, such as Luz becoming the Owlet and everyone being their own kinda brand of rebel. I'd have to figure out how to slide in Raine, Darius, Eberwolf, etc, somewhere in here. I'll figure it out
Beta: this one stays the most unchanged I think? granted I was updating it slightly more with updates in the show than Four Years. Hunter is still local nephew of principal and Belos's plan still involves killing all witches but its just in the "saving humanity from these evils" instead of "saving humanity from these evils and then going home". still unsure how the grimwalkers would tie into this, if my guy was just continuously making kids or if hes not actually a puritan and just a nasty old guy, and all the other golden guards are Hunter's older brothers? and he was possibly kidnapped when he was a baby or something? that part im the least sure on
Emperor: well, first of all, the duo of Amity & Luz becomes the trio of Amity, Luz & Hunter. none of them get along. Amity is constantly exasperated by Luz and her dumbassery & Luz thinks shes uptight and a tryhard at times. Luz and Hunter are dumbass on dumbass hatecrimes because Luz also thinks hes uptight but also a massive brat who thinks hes better than everyone & Hunter thinks shes annoying as hell and beneath him on every level. Hunter and Amity just take one look at each other, smell the Gifted Child With Parental Issues Trying To Be Perfect In Every Single Way on each other, and immediately drop into offensive hissing cat positions.
Luz and Hunter are the ones who get along first, mostly cause Luz getting brought over to the Emperor's Coven kind of guaranteed she'd run into Hunter first and they'd end up sticking to each other and realize they're massive nerds. Luz and Amity get along next through the power of Luz being stubborn and wlw. Hunter and Amity are last and technically it only really happens because they may be petty and spiteful but they can and will set that aside for one goal: being even pettier and even more spiteful to anyone being mildly annoying to Luz
This AU in particular hasn't had a lot of updates to it so theres a lot of room to work with her. Luz technically becomes friends with Willow and Gus because shes undercover trying to get new recruits (shes terrible at it). this also means that Hunter is more easily converted to the side of Oh Belos Fucking Sucks because he already has adopted sister Luz telling him to Run and her mildly okay girlfriend yoinking him along. course this also means it fucks up Luz even more to see that Hunter is a grimwalker and, per paraphrased word of Belos, she was the favorite. if it came down to it, Belos would've happily let Hunter die, hell, would've even done it on purpose. by virtue of being human, and Hunter being a clone, she was, in fact, given special treatment, and if anything went slightly wrong then Hunter would've died. these kids are fucked up
#asks#the owl house#four years au#beta au#emperor au#luz noceda#hunter toh#amity blight#hunter noceda#camila noceda#vee#talk#ideas#rewriting#aus#i could go on i think#these aus are so old oh my goddddd but you know what they still intrigue me. just a little bit.#also before anyone asks no there is no more jerbic or goldric in the four years au. im giving it a kiss and setting it aside#it was fun while it lasted but i do not care about it anymore i apologize profusely. emira and viney are staying tho just cause its funny#you can ask about other shipping if you want i guess but i have no promises i can give an answer
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I did not just max out AO3's comment length with an infodump with a wordcount that's almost 40% of the actual chapter it's posted under T-T
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This is so wild, I can’t believe two queens were pitted against each other (Blackberry and Viney).
Botanic Tournament : Main Bracket !
Round 3 Poll LLL
(Vine and berries)
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y/n + her plants .
synopsis; just 3 little drabbles of y/n being the only extrovert and obsessed with plants.
trope; le sserafim x 6th member!reader, platonic , just silly poorly written stuff
wc; 2.0k
cw; none
a/n; im ngl this is just a self indulgent self insert of the author. i love female friendships! also i was half asleep writing this, but i really like the 2nd clip idk it makes me giggle a little :3 i had planned to write more, but i got tired soooo... also did not spellcheck at the end zzz please read my other works if u actually want decently written stuff
Clip 1:
It was your turn to turn in a vlog for the week, and you decided to utilize this time to do a room tour. You grin into the camera as you make your way to you and Yunjin’s shared bedroom, opening the door and showing the interior to the camera. It was a spacious room, with posters and photographs plastered all along the walls alongside other decor such as string lights, unique shaped mirrors, and endless figurines and trinkets lined on the shelves. One of the most prominent features of the room though was the amount of pure green all throughout. There were plants quite literally everywhere. On the windowsill, hanging off the ceiling, held up on the wall, on the floor, the tables, the shelves. It felt like just about any free space was touched by mother nature herself.
You grin sheepishly as you explain, “Not many people know this– well I guess now many people will know this, but I am a super big plant person!”
The camera slowly pans over all of the plants as well as some of Yunjin’s belongings, including her guitar, glasses, and some smiski’s you two co-parent. “Thankfully Yunjin doesn’t mind me hogging up some space for my babies, and I pay her back in smiski figurines!!” Grabbing hold of a little green man on the table that was struggling to put on a sweater, you shove its face into the camera as you giggle, “I think this one's my favorite, me and Yunjin are still trying to come up with a name for him.”
You look around, trying to figure out which plant to showcase first before you catch sight of one particular plant you enjoy. “Oh! I want to show you guys my favorite pot…” The camera pans to a comically large and rather beat up leather boot, which humbly held home to a mini monstera within its space.
“It was a random shoe I found near a river during filming one time. Viney here seems to enjoy it,” You grin, accidentally letting it slip that you name every single one of your plants as well as touch random garbage you find outside before you showcase another “pot,” being a mug that had the words “Live Laugh Love” plastered boldly on the side as you snicker, “this one just makes me laugh. Jen hates it, but I don’t think she can recognize the beauty in irony.”
You let out a sigh as you make your way towards your bed, plopping down onto it as you speak. “Y’know, I personally believe I’m a great candidate to collaborate on a show with Chuu, Tsuki, and Yuqi sunbaenim,” the ramble starts, completely derailing from the original topic of plants as you speak. Your tone is lighthearted and playful, but you’re being completely serious as you continue, “I want to do a bunch of random jobs and harass random people on the street!! I’m perfectly capable of doing that! I’d do that even if I wasn’t getting paid!”
You start to laugh, realizing how ridiculous you started to sound, but you didn’t care, you pressed the topic on. “If I weren't an idol I’d make a great farmer! Why haven’t I gotten invited to be a farmer with Chuu sunbaenim??” An endless string of various other jobs as well as explanations behind why you would qualify for every one of them begins to spew out of your mouth. You were always a major talker, and quite literally had no filter nor shame when it came to what you had to say. More often than not, you were leading conversations at social events if Chaewon hadn’t already beat you to it– and having alone time with your own thoughts and a camera to record it all was a recipe for disaster.
At the end of your rant, you find yourself slightly winded before making direct eye contact with the camera, pointing your finger directly into it as you announce, “If any TV company is out there watching this right now, this is my application to be a guest on one of your shows! Any job will do, I’ll do it! But just know I’ll leave you farmers in the dust if you put me out in the fields. Watch your back.”
As a last “threat” to broadcasters all around the world, you threateningly do a “I’m watching you” gesture with your hand before placing your hand over the camera, ending the vlog.
Clip 2:
Eunchae spins around the dorm building, giving the viewers on the livestream a living room tour as she looks around, coming up with random things to showcase on the spot. So far, she’s shown off the inside of the fridge, their oven, and underneath the couch. The young girl’s eyebrows furrow as she contemplates what to show fearnots next, her eyes landing on your precious arrangement of houseplants that you lovingly arranged in front of the balcony door. Eunchae clears her throat dramatically as she turns the camera towards your plants, squatting down next to them as she makes sure the audience can see both her and them within the frame.
“As you guys can see here, we have y/n’s plants… She's COVERED the apartment full of them, Chaewon unnie has to scold her every time she brings one home.” She giggles into the camera before shaking her head, “I’m convinced she loves those things more than us…”
Faint rustling could be heard within the background, and Eunchae turns her head, opening her mouth as if to call out to whoever was home, but she pauses.An imaginary light bulb goes off in her head as Eunchae gasps, looking straight into the camera as she grins mischievously. “I have an idea… Watch this!” She scrambles onto the floor, laying flat on her stomach on top of the floor tile as she props her phone up against the wall hidden behind a stool. The camera perfectly showcases the plants, the living room, and the curtains covering the screen door.
[ynniez] – oh no… [huhjin001] – this is going to be good [2ningz] - 🥸🥸🥸
The giggles can't seem to stop as Eunchae hops onto her feet and immediately dashes behind the curtains, pressing her finger up to her lips towards the camera in a “shh…!” motion before she disappears.
“Eunchae?” your voice rings out as you return to your living quarters, grocery bags in hand as the camera perfectly captures your entrance. You don’t think much of the silence that follows as you place the bags down, making your way over to your plants with a grin.
“Hello my lovelies~” You say to your plants, squatting down to examine them individually before grabbing hold of the watering can nearby. As you lift up the can, Eunchae suddenly bursts through the curtains, exclaiming “BOO!” as loud as possible, resulting in you screaming at a decibel twice as high.
Unfortunately for the maknae, she had failed to foresee the possibility of you watering your plants at this exact moment– resulting in you blindly chucking 90% of the water inside the can towards the culprit in a panic. Eunchae stands there frozen, oversized sweatshirt and hair absolutely soaked with her mouth agape as she stares at you in complete shock.
“What THE FU– EUNCHAE??” You yell out, watching the younger girl simply freeze in front of you like a wet cat. You switch to English for just one moment, simply saying, “Girl…” as you clutch your hand over your heart, trying to steady the rapid beating.
Eunchae’s shocked expression shifts into one of glee as her mouth still remains open, now smiling as her body rotates to where the phone hid, silently pointing in the general direction of the camera as she tries not to burst out into laughter on the spot.
You stare at her in complete confusion before following her finger, eyes finally landing on the livestream as your eyes widen, suddenly feeling very exposed in her own home. “No way you just got all of that on camera…”
Eunchae finally allows the laughter to flow, as she suddenly spreads her arms out, inching her way towards you. “You did this to me, unnie!!!” She roars, making attempts to trap you in a hug as you scream, running offscreen as the live abruptly ends.
Clip 3:
You’re seen with your face comically close to the camera, a habit that soon became a signature of your livestreams as you watch the viewers and comments roll in. You glaze over them before flipping the camera around, showing Sakura within the kitchen, wearing a pink apron and plastic gloves as she cuts up some vegetables. “Hi everyone!! Today, Kkura unnie and I are making omelets for the girls with microgreens I’ve grown MYSELF in OUR apartment!!” You loudly exclaim, shoving the camera close to the cutting board as Sakura rolls her eyes, chuckling at the sight as you eventually point the camera elsewhere.
“You did a very good job growing these y/n-nnie. They look great.” The comment from the older girl made you shy, and you flip the camera back to your face as you place a hand on your cheek, “hehe, thank you Kkura-unnie~” you coo, shifting your gaze back to the viewers before sighing.
“I grew all kinds of stuff in here, like basil, arugula, cilantro, kale…” You trail off, counting the number of edible plants you’ve grown on your finger before continuing, “but I could make so much more if I had a full blown garden!!” You whine, and Sakura could be seen in the background rolling her eyes, playfully commenting, “not this again…”
You dramatically lean on Sakura’s back with your own despite her already being hunched over while chopping as you sigh even louder this time, “I’m serious unnie!! The stuff I could grow for you guys.. You would have a whole salad in one place!!”
Leaving the older member to her task, you place the camera down before grabbing some eggs and cracking them into a bowl, impressively doing so with only one hand each as the comments complimented your skill.
[makna33] – master chef y/n?? [nay00n1] – girl what cant u do…
A laugh escapes your lips as you beat the eggs, “guys, its not that impressive. Besides, I don’t cook nearly as often or as well as Kkura-unnie.” The compliment garners a small smile from the other girl seen in the corner of the screen as you continue on, “anyways, if I had my own garden in the building, I would graft the best tomatoes ever… I’d be real life Frankenstien creating the perfect tomato!” You start, knowing that most likely nobody would actually care for your facts, but you shared anyways, this was YOUR live after all.
“Oh! We’re also using my basil today in one of the omelets. Guys, if you’re ever growing your own basil at home, make sure to pinch off the flowers! It makes it tastier!!” You point the chopsticks you used to whisk the egg at your phone camera, and some of the yolk is thrown onto the screen as your eyes widen, looking back at Sakura to make sure she didn't see what you just did.
You quickly wipe off the gunk before returning to your kitchen duties as if nothing happened, “These eggs are gonna be so good… Though, I did have a pretty bad mealybug problem with the greens at some point… Do you guys know what those are? They’re like these little white dusty bugs that suck the sap out of your plants if you don’t do anything about them. I had SO MANY. But I refused to give up on em and now they're critter free!”
“Yah! Y/n! Don’t talk about the bugs in your plants!! The girls won’t want to eat it then!” Sakura scolds, playfully kicking your side with her leg as she focuses on frying the eggs.
You giggle as you look into the camera, “oops– don’t tell them that there used to be bugs in their food.”
“WHAT?!”
The sound of Kazuha and Chaewon’s shrill voice rings out in the live, and you immediately slam your phone down, giving the viewers a black screen before the live ends.
#kpop x fem reader#kpop fanfic#gg fanfic#kpop#kpop x female reader#le sserafim x reader#kpop x reader#lesserafim x reader#le sserafim imagines#lesserafim imagines#sakura x reader#chaewon x reader#yunjin x reader#nakamura kazhuha x reader#eunchae x reader#le sserafim scenarios#miyawaki sakura x reader
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Little Shop of Wonders
Kinktober Day 8 | Kun Masterlist | Member Masterlist
tags: sex pollen, free use, consensual free use, fuck toy, shower sex, lots of cum, facefucking, masturbation, bukkake, cunnilingus, blowjobs, slight exhibitionism, subspace
length: 5971
The bell over the door jingled as you pushed it open, stepping foot inside the shop.
You’d never noticed this place before. An old shop with big glass window displays filled with plants and crystals, its heavy wooden door recessed from the street, an old brass lantern hung above the door offering only a small puddle of flickering light over the doormat.
“Welcome,” the doormat had scrawled across it, “to the Little Shop of Wonders.”
You weren’t sure what to expect, but it was a cool, damp October night, and the shop looked like a dry place to wait for your boyfriend.
Kun had an appreciation for magic. Usually, he favored card tricks, sleight of hand, but he’d shown you before that he was intrigued by more magical magic. He would like this place, too, so you texted him the address since he was already on the way to pick you up from work.
From deep in the recesses of the store, you hear a woman’s voice call out, “Welcome! Have a look around, and I’ll be there to help you shortly!”
The store is very old, if you had to guess. The floors are hardwood, bleached by ages of sunlight, dry and dusty with each step you take. The boards creak, and even when you pass over a thick rug, the floor groans beneath you, belching up dust. Dried flowers and herbs hang from the rafters. Strings of lights drape the edges of the room, occasionally cross-crossing the space in between. You spot more of those brass lanterns hanging at the ends of heavy wooden bookcases, the shelves of which are weighed down with heavy tomes and knick knacks that range from crystals and cute animal carvings to disturbingly realistic wooden figurines of people and a skull with a candle melted atop it.
This place gives you the creeps while simultaneously pulling you in deeper. It feels like magic. It tingles over your skin, smelling sweet.
You don’t know how long you’ve been walking around before you hear the door jingle in the distance.
You bump into a viney potted plant on the floor, and a cat bolts out of the shadows, streaking through a gap in the shelves. You follow the cat, discovering that it’s leading you back into the center of the store from where you’d drifted to the back edges. You can see the front door, the misty blue twilight sky outside the front windows.
Kun stands in the doorway, framed by that eerie light, though the light of the lantern glows on his face, radiant.
“There you are,” he says with a grin, stepping inside the store fully. “What kind of place have you found?”
“Welcome to the Little Shop of Wonders,” says the same woman’s voice as before, although now it sounds as though she’s floating above you.
You twist around, looking up at the ceiling, and you find her. She’s a wiry older woman, her curling gray hair tumbling around her shoulders, a long skirt and apron swishing around her legs as she very carefully balances and navigates her way across the beams.
When you look back at Kun, he’s watching her with a bemused expression, which shifts to that of one impressed when the woman leaps down from the beam and lands lightly on her feet.
She brushes her hands off on her apron, and looks at the pair of you with a wide, warm, inviting smile on her face.
“It’s so nice to meet you.” Her hands go to her hips, and she looks the pair of you over, her gaze studying the way you gravitate towards each other. “What can I help you with?”
“Oh.” You and Kun glance at each other, and then you say, “We’re just looking around.”
The woman nods her head. “Of course! If you look long enough, whatever you’re meant to have in here will jump out at you.”
You take Kun’s hand, and for a little while you browse the shelves, occasionally coming across a cat or the witchy woman herself, humming as she passes through different areas of the shop.
Finally, after you feel that you’ve spent nearly an hour together looking at the small oddities and interests in the store, you realize that it’s time you leave so you can get home. But Kun’s interested in the live plants the woman has sitting beside a window towards the back of the shop. He brushes his fingers along a blush pink leaf, lifts his fingers along the stem, and cups one of the curved bloodred petals.
“I’d be careful with that one, if I were you.” The woman appears suddenly at your elbow, nudging her way between you and Kun. She cups the plant’s pot in her hands, lifting it gently. “This one’s a powerful aphrodisiac. Quite a strong stimulant.”
Kun peeks at you over her head. You stifle a giggle against your hand.
“Doubt me if you like,” she warns, “But this plant’s pollen is known to cause intense arousal when ingested. Whether that means if the residue is on your skin, or if it’s contained within a bottle of honey.”
Suddenly she’s lifting a hand, a small vial of glinting golden honey sits in her palm.
“Are you saying that’s a bottle of sex honey?” You ask, trying to keep from laughing.
The woman’s mouth tightens. “Yes, dear. Essentially. A taste of this honey, and you and your boy would be bound to fall into bed together. THat’s why I have it labeled for sale over in the love and sex section of the shop. Now, if you ingest the pollen directly, say if he were to lick his fingers now after having touched the plant, the effects would be much stronger. Arousal lasting days, possibly.”
Again, Kun catches your eye over the woman’s head, and you watch your boyfriend daringly lift his hand to his lips, and he pops his index and middle finger both into his mouth.
“Oh, darling….” The witchy woman shakes her head while looking at Kun. She quickly sits the plant back down among the others, and she waves her hand towards the front door of the shop. “You should leave now. Good luck. And you, my dear,” she says with a look in your direction, “You may want to purchase a bottle of the honey, just so you can keep up with him.”
“I think we’ll be fine, but thank you.” You wrap your arm around Kun’s and walk towards the door with him, calling over your shoulder to her, “Maybe if this goes as well as you’re promising, we’ll be back for some of that sex honey.”
You swear that instead of swinging gently shut as it had when you opened it, the door slams behind you as you and Kun step out onto the sidewalk outside the Little Shop of Wonders.
“Come on.” Kun slides his hand down into yours, leading you away to where his car is parked. “Let’s get home.”
On the ride home, you both laugh about the woman’s warnings. It just sounds so silly, the things she was saying. Kun keeps sucking on his fingers, saying that he’s still waiting for it to kick in like she promised, that from the sound of it, he’ll need to fuck you as soon as you get home, but it must be slow acting. “I’m not even a little bit hard, yet. Maybe her plant isn’t working right. Not that I need the help, but she’s made it sound like one taste of the pollen and I’m going to be rock hard for days.”
You laugh, tipping your head against the seat to watch as Kun flicks his tongue between the V of his index and middle finger. “Kun, I promise, if you’re rock hard for days, if this pollen truly works as well as she’s said, you can fuck me however, wherever, as often as you want.”
“I have free use of you?” Kun’s teasing, looking over at you as he rolls the car to a stop at a light. “You’d be my little fuck toy?”
“Anything for you, Kun.” You’re playing, but some part of you is actually serious. You love Kun. Since you started dating him, you’ve wanted him a ridiculous amount. It’s only because you can’t constantly be on his dick that you haven’t let on to him how horny you frequently are. You’ve tried to tone it down, but honestly, giving him free use to fuck you however and wherever and whenever he likes is exactly what you’ve needed all this time.
If only the ridiculous notion of sex pollen was real and not just the imaginary creation of some batty woman in a mysterious shop.
When you get home, you hop in the shower while Kun starts to prepare dinner.
You’ve been in there for only about five minutes, when the door to the bathroom opens. You pull the shower curtain back a bit, peeking out into the steamy bathroom. Kun’s right there, already climbing into the shower, yanking the curtain back shut behind him as he backs you towards the wall.
“What’s this?” You giggle, reaching for his arm. “Did the pollen kick in or something?”
“Yeah,” Kun murmurs, and then his lips are on yours, his hands on your hips.
You can’t believe he’s really going along with this, playing into it just to have shower sex. You let him spin you around so your chest and cheek are against the wall. Kun pulls one of your arms behind your back, the other you lift above your head to brace yourself a bit.
“Any time, anywhere, that’s what you said right?” Kun confirms as he grinds forward against your ass.
“Mhmm,” you moan, rolling your hips back to meet his movements. “Yes, Kun.”
His mouth moves fiery hot over your bare shoulder, his skin hot against yours everywhere he touches. “Perfect.”
And then he’s thrusting forward, driving his cock between your legs, rutting forward again and again until his cock slides inside you.
With no prep, it burns a little, but you like it. You like when Kun gets a little rough from time to time. Like right now, when he just starts plunging into you with these big thrusts, clearly just chasing his own orgasm. His hand holds yours against your lower back.The shower spraying down on you both has your skin all slippery, your bound hands sliding with each of Kun’s powerful thrusts.
Your moans echo around the bathroom, and Kun’s breaths come hard and fast against your ear.
Kun presses up against your back, pinning you between him and the wall, his weight bearing down on you as he fucks into you. Each press of his cock inside you, each catch of his breath against your ear, the heat in your belly stirs a little more. But it doesn’t stir as quickly as Kun, he cums with his mouth against your throat, his body flush against yours.
One of his hands slides around down your belly, down between your legs, fingers against your clit as he thrusts several more times. Kun fucks his cum deeper inside you, gliding against your G spot while stimulating your clit, and you fall apart in his arms, feeling like you’re dissolving into sweet bliss as he keeps rocking his hips forward and tracing his fingers over your sensitive clit.
He keeps going until you’re whining, until he’s spilling inside you again.
Your legs shake as you actually put them into use again. Kun steps back, leaving you empty and on your own two feet. He rinses off quickly, running a hand down his body, over his cock. You twist around to watch him, biting your lip as you watch his hand run along his cock.
“Keep looking at me like that, babe, and I’m going to have to feed you something other than the dinner I started.” He leans in quickly, dropping a kiss to your lips, and then he steps out of the shower, calling back to you, “Shower quickly, dinner should be ready in a few minutes.”
You finish your shower, dry off, dress in a camisole and cotton shorts, then you head to the kitchen.
Kun’s standing at the counter, chopping a few toppings for the stew he’s made. You walk up behind him, wrap your arms around him and lay your head against his bare shoulder. He’s only wearing sweatpants that hang low on his hips. You run your hand over his bare belly, up his chest, and back down to the edge of his sweatpants.
Kun sits the knife aside.
You turn your head, brushing your lips over his warm skin. Kun lets out a shaky breath. You let your pinky finger tuck beneath the edge of his sweatpants.
“It smells good,” you tell him. “I’m ready to eat.”
Kun’s hand trembles as he picks up the knife again, and you rest your cheek against his shoulder, watching as he tries to chop up the last few ingredients. And then you notice.
He’s really so warm, his skin flaming hot beneath your cheek.
“Kun?” You take a step to the side, peering at his face, lifting a hand to his cheek. “Are you sick? You feel feverish.”
His eyes are dark when he looks at you. His pupils are blown wide, and he nearly moans at the cool press of your fingers against his warm cheek. “I’m not sick. I feel fine, except I don’t think that lady was lying about the pollen. I’m still so hard, babe, it hasn’t gone down at all.”
You look down to his sweatpants, at his cock that’s still ragingly hard, tenting the front of his pants.
Your mouth fills with saliva, and you lift your gaze back up to meet your boyfriend’s. You swallow to keep yourself from drooling when you say, “I meant what I said in the car, Kun. However, wherever, as often as you like. I can take it. Use me as your fucktoy.”
“Fuck.” Kun sits the knife aside again, and he reaches for you, twisting his fingers in your hair, and he forces you to your knees.
Your mouth drops open as Kun uses his free hand to push his sweatpants down. His hard, heavy cock springs free, already wet at the tip, leaking a crystalline thread of precum. You don’t need Kun’s hand in your hair to guide you; you dive forward, catching the falling bead on your tongue and following it up to the source, sucking Kun’s cockhead in.
That’s when he takes over, hand pressing against the back of your head, forcing you deeper on his cock. His hips jerk forward at the same time, triggering your gag reflex as he hits the back of your throat. Not that that stops him, if anything it encourages him to go harder, faster, and you take it all, hungry for his cock shoved down your throat even as your eyes begin to water, as your jaw and throat ache from the repeated pressure. You slurp around him as he starts to drag your mouth off of his cock. His fingers tight in your hair, Kun allows you a brief breath before he’s fucking back into your mouth.
You’re drooling all over his cock as Kun holds the back of your head, fucking his cock into the deep warmth of your throat. And when he cums, he just keeps going, filling your mouth and shooting down the back of your throat, it leaks from the corners of your lips, and you think you’re going crazy because you want more.
Kun drags you off his cock by your hair.
Spit and cum and tears streak your face, dripping from your chin as you look up at Kun.
He releases his hold on your hair to run his thumb under your bottom lip. “You’re so beautiful, babe. Get up, here you go.” Kun offers you his hand, and you slide your palm against his as he pulls you up to your feet. “Good girl, now sit down. It’s time for dinner.”
You obediently sit at the table, still a little fucked-dumb, still dripping his cum even when Kun serves you a bowl of the stew he made. It smells heavenly, rich with spices, and you dig in, the flavors of it only made better with the added flavor of Kun’s cum lingering on your tongue.
Kun pretty much inhales his helping of the stew, and he doesn’t even wait for you to finish eating before he’s walking over to you. You’re quite hungry, so you don’t want him to pull you away from the meal, even though you can see his cock still bulging his sweatpants, staining them with a spot of precum.
“Keep eating, babe,” Kun tells you, reaching out to stroke your hair. “You need to eat to keep up your strength. If what the lady said is true, I’m probably gonna be like this for a few days.”
You think back to him sucking the pollen residue off his fingers, licking his hands clean. Who knows how much he ingested?
You eat a spoonful of stew, eyeing his erection out of the corner of your eye. Is he just going to stand there and not take care of it? You look up at Kun, and it’s a horny little demon inside you that speaks with your voice, saying, “You don’t have to wait for me to finish eating, Kun. Until this wears off, I’m yours to do what you want with me.”
His cock twitches in his pants. Kun groans.
“Do you mean that, though? Really?”
You nod. “Anything you want. Within reason. No bringing anyone else into this–”
“I don’t want to share you!” Kun interjects.
You continue, “Nothing that we haven’t talked about before.”
Kun smirks at that. “Well, that pretty much leaves everything on the table, then doesn’t it?” He strokes your hair again. “All I want right now is to cover you in my cum, babe, head to toe. I want to fuck you in every room in this house, fuck you until we both pass out. I want to treat you like my doll.”
You turn back to your bowl of stew. You shrug, “Then do it, Kun.”
Out of the corner of your eye, you see him draw his cock out of his pants. You watch him start stroking his cock, but you focus on eating your stew, blowing on it to cool it off, taking your time to lick the spoon clean after each bite. You eat the stew like your pussy isn’t throbbing with arousal watching Kun jerk off inches away from your face.
He cums again when you’ve got your spoon halfway to your mouth. Kun’s cum streaks over your cheek, landing in your hair, across your lips, some of it hits your spoon and your hand. You eat that spoonful too, enjoying the extra salty addition of his cum to it. Kun keeps stroking his length, a few last spurts striping your cheek as you reach for the bowl. You lift it to your lips, quickly draining what little is left because as soon as it’s gone, as soon as you’ve sat the bowl down, Kun is pulling you to your feet.
When he moves you so your ass is on the edge of the table, you expect Kun to push your shorts to the side and slide his cock right inside you.
You don’t expect Kun to sink to his knees, for him to tear your shorts down around your ankles, and bury his face between your thighs. He spreads your legs with a hand on each thigh, massaging them as he licks at your pussy, as he fucks his tongue into you, as he sucks at your clit and licks up your wetness as you’re drenching his tongue, writhing against his face, needing more and more.
Kun moans loudly, eating you out in the most noisy manner he ever has.
You cum on his tongue, hands knotted in his hair as you ride it out, grinding against Kun’s face.
“If this is what we have in store,” you gasp as Kun licks a strip up your pussy one more time, “I think I could get used to this. You’ve never given better head, honestly. I need you to be this horny all the time if it means I get eaten out like that.”
Kun scatters kisses over your thighs. “We’re just getting started, babe.”
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For the rest of the night, Kun has you sit on his lap, cockwarming him while you watch a movie together.
Kun’s hands are constantly moving – stroking along your thighs, dipping to touch your clit while forcing you to sit still on him; he pulls the neckline of your camisole down to expose your tits, and he teases your nipples until you’re whimpering and fighting the urge to fuck yourself on his cock. But as soon as you get desperate enough to beg for it, Kun stops.
He’ll have you sit up, kneeling above his lap with just the head of his cock still buried in your pussy as he jerks off, cumming inside you so he can watch it drip back out of your pussy. Instead of letting you cum, when you’re teetering on the edge, he’ll have you kneel on the floor, cockwarm him with your mouth instead so he can cum across your tongue and cheeks again, adding even more to the mess he’d made at dinner. He edges you again, and then he fucks your tits, cumming across them then taking his time afterwards to clean it up with his tongue, feeding it back to you and watching you swallow everything before he returns his tongue to your nipples, flicking his tongue over the hardened buds until you’re rocking your hips up off the sofa restlessly.
Kun cums more times than you can keep track of, and you take all of the cum he gives you, hungrily sucking his cock, feeling him fill your pussy, spreading his cum across your tits with your fingers, moaning as he shoots his load across your back while he’s got his fingers inside you.
Kun edges you through it all until finally your body can’t take anymore, and you cum around him while Kun’s got you riding him. He’s hugging you to his chest, his mouth locked with yours, and he is once again spilling into you when your orgasm finally explodes through you.
You don’t remember him carrying you to the bathroom, don’t remember Kun rinsing off with you in the shower, or when he carries you to bed. You remember only a brief glimpse of his cock finally going soft when he settles into bed beside you.
And you think that’s it.
The sex pollen ran its course.
You’re a little bit disappointed at that thought, truly. When you wake in the morning to pale sunlight, you check on your sleeping boyfriend, and Kun is all spread out beside you. He’s kicked away the sheets in his sleep, and although he still feels warm to the touch, his cock is soft against his thigh.
You know maybe you should feel like you had enough yesterday. The never-ending edging paired with the amount of fucking you and excessive cumming Kun had done should have satisfied you. But you were having fun. You liked Kun treating you like a cumdump.
Maybe you should go back to the Little Shop of Wonders, ask the witch for that vial of honey or maybe purchase the whole sex pollen plant.
You crawl quietly out of bed, pull on a shirt of Kun’s, and you tiptoe to the kitchen to deal with the mess from last night. Neither of you had bothered with the dishes from the stew, which are still spread out on the table. You get to work cleaning, tidying things and doing the dishes.
It’s probably for the best that Kun’s already gotten over the effects of the sex pollen, you think as you finish the dishes from last night and start making breakfast instead. Kun is supposed to work today. He’s got a deadline coming up, so he needs to get in the studio today, and he’d been complaining to you yesterday morning about a meeting he has this morning. He’s got things to do, people to see, he can’t call in sick today because he’s too busy dealing with a sex pollen crisis, though at least the people he’s working with and having meetings with are some of his closest friends; they just might understand the situation.
“Good morning,” Kun says suddenly behind you, startling you a bit, but before you can turn to him, his arms are around you, and his hard cock is against your ass. “I guess this isn’t over yet, babe.” He kisses your cheek. “I thought when I fell asleep that it must be. I’d gone soft, but I just woke up hard as I ever was yesterday.”
He thrusts against your ass.
“So I’m gonna fuck you, babe. But you keep doing what you’re doing, hm?” Kun pushes up the back of the shirt you’re wearing, revealing your ass to him. “God, you’re truly unbelievable, you know that? So fucking pretty, my babe.” And then he’s pressing in, cock pushing inside your pussy.
You brace your arms against the countertop, and you try to keep finishing the breakfast prep you’d been doing before Kun came in. The way that he’s fucking you makes that a little more difficult, but you try, and Kun seems to like that.
“Yes, babe, look at you. You’re taking it so well, letting me use you like this.” His cock twitches inside you.
It’s not easy, that’s for sure.
Your focus starts to slip when Kun pulls your hips back, angling you just right so each of his thrusts is nailing against your G spot. He’s moaning behind you, praising how sweet and tight and warm you feel around his cock. Your pussy just keeps growing wetter and wetter as he reaches up beneath your shirt to grope at your tits, as you try to keep on task even as Kun’s fucking you into delirium.
Kun cums, flooding your pussy, pressing in deep a few more times.
He steps back, and although you try to keep tight, to keep his cum in, you can feel some of it dripping out, sliding down your thigh, dropping to the floor.
Kun pats your ass, then pulls the shirt back down.
“Good girl.” He kisses your cheek again.
He sits down at the table, and a few moments later, the breakfast you were making is ready, so he pulls you into his lap to dine together.
“Kun,” you say after a while, “Don’t you have to go to the studio today? Don’t you have a meeting too?”
His erection is digging into your thigh, unable to be ignored.
“I do, and I was actually thinking about that.” He brushes his lips over your neck. “What if you come with me? This reaction isn’t going away, so I’m going to need to cum regardless of whether you’re there or not. So I could jerk off every five minutes, or you could come along and we’ll both get something out of it. What do you say?”
Twenty minutes later, you’re in the car with Kun. He’s flying down the streets.
Even though his eyes are focused on the road, his driving is worse than usual, though that almost certainly has to do with the fact that as soon as he’d pulled onto the road, he’d tangled his fingers in your hair and urged your mouth down into his lap.
You eagerly sucked at Kun’s cock, stroking him with both hands, leaving kisses along his length, drooling over the tip, choking yourself on him. Kun lays his hand on the back of your head, directing you when he really feels like he needs to. As you draw closer to the studio where Kun works as a producer, he starts taking over, pushing you down around his cock, his hips rising off the seat to drive himself deeper down your throat.
He cums right as he’s pulling into the parking garage of the studio. You clean him up as he navigates to a parking spot, and you wait patiently in the passenger seat as Kun gets out. He comes around to your side, opening the door and taking your hand like a gentleman, and he pulls you into a kiss as soon as you’re both standing outside the car.
He takes you into his studio, sitting you in his lap while he starts working, though that only works for so long. Soon he’s getting distracted by the pressing need he keeps grinding against your ass, so he has you slide to your knees beneath the mixing board. You pull up the sweater you wore, and Kun has you push your tits together around his cock, and he fucks between the softness of them, cumming across your tits and then immediately dragging your mouth around his cock.
You’re still kneeling there beneath the mixing board with your mouth full of his cock when his friend, who is also the artist he’s recording today, walks in. YangYang either doesn’t notice you down there or chooses not to say anything. You obediently keep your mouth around Kun, suckling and shifting on your knees.
YangYang chats with Kun for just a couple minutes, and then he heads into the recording booth.
Kun drags you off his cock, and you look up at him. “Babe, I really need to focus on this recording session, okay? So I’m gonna need you to take everything I give you, no whining or touching yourself, okay?”
You nod, sticking your tongue out, offering your mouth up to Kun again.
“Good girl.” Kun pushes you back down around his cock. You hear him press a button above your head, and then he says, “Alright, YangYang, go ahead.”
You bob your head on Kun’s cock, working your hardest to get him to cum for you, knowing that if he doesn’t cum, Kun’s going to be distracted. All you have to do is keep him satisfied, and then he’ll be focused.
He cums within minutes, but you keep going, and Kun tightens his fingers in your hair. You bring your hands up to his cock too, stroking him into your mouth, letting some of his cum and your spit slide down to lube the way. You’re making a mess of him; his cum leaking out of your mouth is pooling on the front of his pants, but you can’t help it. You’re swallowing around him, swallowing the first load of cum, but before long he’s cumming again, letting out a grunt as you choke around his cock.
“Dude, you good?” YangYang asks from inside the booth.
“Fine. Try that verse again.”
Kun’s hand weighs down against the back of your head, pushing you all the way down around his cock, and you close your eyes, letting him do it. You sink into some kind of state where you’re not asleep, but you’re not fully conscious either. All you know is the weight of Kun’s cock on your tongue, the taste of his cum, the smell of him as your nose is buried at the base of his cock. You can hear his voice, but he could be talking to you or a whole crowd of people, and you wouldn’t know the difference.
Eventually, Kun lets you up again, tugging lightly on your hair.
You gag as you’re pulled off of him, coughing and gasping for breath. Kun’s cum drips from your lips and chin.
“Are you okay?” Kun asks when he takes one look at the dazed expression on your face. “Babe, are you good to continue.”
You nod, feeling your lips form a loose smile.
Kun brings his hand up, wiping at your cheeks and chin and lips. His fingers are gentle beneath your chin as he brings you forward into a kiss. His lips leave yours, brushing over your forehead.
“We’re done with this for now.” He helps you the rest of the way to your feet. “You’re too far gone, you can’t even speak to me right now. If you could see the look on your face right now, my love, you would understand. Don’t pout.” You didn’t realize you were until Kun said that, and you try to tame your expression. He smiles, leading you over to the sofa along the back wall. “Take a nap. You’re amazing, and I love you, and once this all wears off, I owe you something huge.”
You hum, sinking down onto the sofa, laying your head down, and immediately you can feel a tired pull.
Kun strokes his hand over your head, kisses your forehead one more time, and you’re asleep before he walks away.
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You sleep it off there on the sofa, waking hours later to go home with Kun.
He fucks you senseless a few more times that night at home, and when you wake the next morning you stay in bed with him, waiting for him to wake, waiting for him to need to fuck you again, to let you suck his cock again even though you’re pretty sure at this point, your throat is permanently molded to the shape of Kun’s cock.
But when he wakes, Kun just pulls you against his chest. His cock doesn’t grow hard. He just sighs and holds you close, and you’re actually perfectly content with that change of pace too.
But a few days later, as you’re heading home from work, you get the thought into your head to return to the Little Shop of Wonders, to see if that witchy woman will sell you a vial of that sex honey.
The pollen had been a lot. Your body is still aching days later, and Kun swears his balls are sore from how much he came in such a short span of time. But you’ve both agreed that maybe the honey would be nice to have – a less intense version of that that lasts only a few hours wouldn’t be bad to experience from time to time.
You walk down the side street you’d passed down just a few days ago, and you search the shopfronts for the window displays filled with crystals and viney plants, for the recessed doorway with the brass lantern and the ancient-looking wooden door.
But you pass up and down that street three times, checking each shop before you finally give up. It’s not here. It’s as if the Little Shop of Wonders was never here at all, but you know you couldn’t have imagined it.
Weeks pass, you forget about it, too swept up in the holiday season closing in around you. Christmas is just days away, winter staking her claim over the city with a snowstorm blowing in this afternoon, ruining your plans to go shopping for Kun a Christmas present and a birthday present, since that’s a week later.
You’re hurrying home from work, bundled up against the chill, thinking about what you can get Kun that he’ll truly appreciate.
And then, from the corner of your eye through the swirling snow, you see a gleam of bronze. You turn your head.
A brass lamp.
A wooden door.
Large plate glass windows frosted over, but not entirely concealing the displays of crystals and books and a wreath of candles and symbols.
A new wooden sign creaks above the door, blowing back and forth in the wind.
The Little Shop of Wonders sits waiting, promising the perfect present for Kun.
a/n: I could've gone on and on with this one honestly! I was going to write a few more scenes, but it's getting late and I really need to post this.
I hope you enjoyed! Reblogs are deserving of my eternal gratitude, likes are greatly appreciated, and your thoughts and comments are always welcome !
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Mic'd Up (Photo Day Edition) (Auswnt x Reader)
A/n requoosted
*The camera pans to you jogging around the producers, testing out the compact harness they had under your training jersey.
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"Aw man, do I have to wear this? Do the others know? Oh, they don't. That's freaking amazing, I can be like, stealth ninja, catching all the secrets and the juicy deets."
"I feel like a super secret spy."
You jump up and down, clapping your knees in a mini back flip to get started. The staff chuckle as you do some dodging motions, making a dododo mission impossible sound.
"Okay, cool, we're done here? Alright, the girls should be out of the change rooms soon. Who's gonna be my first target. I feel like once they find out they're gonna start avoiding me. So, like, I have to be super stealthy."
Tony, walking onto the pitch behind the team, draws your attention as you pretend to be doing some precursory runs, while the rest of the camera crew pretends to be the photographers for photo day.
"Alright, you lot, let's start with our team photos, since it's photo day. Everyone on the stands, you know the drill."
"Tony! What do we do if we haven't brought our boots?"
You laugh as he rolls his eyes and swats at you lightly. You jog away from your coach and jump up on the stands, intentionally standing one spot to the left to annoy Charlie, who swats at you, shooing you back into place.
"Little turd, move it."
"She's so mean to me."
You wink at the videographers that are setting up.
"Hey guys, Tony says the beep test's optional today."
The girls around you chuckle, and you hear Tony behind you.
"Keep starting rumours, L/n, and you'll be doing it twice."
"No, please."
You turn and give him puppy dog eyes that just make raise a brow at you.
"Ugh, fiiine, I'll behave."
Your arm comes around to rest on Charlie and Alanna shoulders, though you do struggle a bit because Alanna is much taller than you.
"Jeez, Lans, can you like, not be a tree for a second?"
Her elbow digs into your side playfully.
"Can you like, not be a little turd for a second?"
A pout makes it's way onto your face.
*Cut to taking the photo, and everyone's arranged themselves correctly.
"Yo guys, I feel like I'm being bullied here."
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There's the formal picture and the muck around one. Which you end up on Mini's shoulders for.
"Everybody say Mini!"
You throw your arms up in the air as the camera flashes, and Katrina laughs below you.
Tony claps his hands, and the team all move to start the basic dynamic warmups.
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*The camera pans to some cones set out as each group takes their turns dodge and weaving.
"Oh my god, fast feet. Fast feet. Fast feet. Let's f****** go."
The girls in line chuckle behind you and you whoop as Vine follows through behind you.
"Ayyyy, nice one, Viney."
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*Cut to another drill setup.
Your groan is audibly loud as you hear the traumatic sound of the beep test instructional introduction.
"Everybody start, three, two, one, go!"
"Ah f***."
You're panting by the fourteenth round.
"Oi, Tony, can we call it quits now?"
"Nope, keep going."
You pout for a second before jumping when the next beep goes for you to start.
You do halfway decently, making it to level 48 before it catches you off guard.
"You're out, Y/n!"
You grunt and collapse off to the side with the others with a huff, leaving just five of the others still in.
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*Cut to passing drills.
"Ooh, ooh, Foordy, you're my buddy today."
The striker playfully groans, giving you a soft shove. Her arm wraps around your head to give you a noogie.
"Oi, get off!"
"Alrighty, let's go, you lot! That includes you, too, Y/n."
"I feel like I'm being targeted now."
*Cut to short tapping passes.
"Ayo, let's go. I've been practising my mini taps, hit me."
Short sequence of you and Caitlin playing taps with the ball, eventually getting faster to the point of it being a competition to keep it between you.
"Oh f***."
The ball nearly jumps past you for a second before you boot it back.
"Ah s***."
Just barely scrambling to keep it in, you send it back to the striker, but it pops past her to the right.
"YES! Suck on that fast feet!"
The forward clutches at her chest, dramatically falling over and playing dead.
"Nooooooo!"
"HA HA! Victory is miiiine!"
You do a little dance around Caitlin, eventually putting your foot up on the centre of her back in a power pose, grinning at the photographers who take several photos of the moment.
She eventually turns over, shoving your foot off her as you laugh. You pull her up.
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*Another drill set up, shooting this time.
"Woot, yep, here!" "Caity! Here!"
You sprint around the cones as she sends a ball to your head, and you jump to make the header, the ball just barely grazing the post and into the net, falling onto your back with a dramatic scream.
"Oh my f****** god! That was amazing! Ha!"
You shoot up.
"Tony, did you see me? I got an eight footer!"
The camera switches to him, nodding with an amused applause. Off camera, Katrina yells out.
"Honestly, I'm impressed. She only makes up five feet of that!"
The rest of the team and staff crack up at that.
Cut to you, standing still, arms now by your side as your mouth drops open in a confounded expression.
"Did you hear that? Mocking me in my time of triumph. I'm still taller than you, Mini!"
You huff and jog back into line, giving the woman a swat as you pass her.
"Bloody brat, honestly."
You mutter into the mic. You turn to your captain, who's out of frame.
"Sammy! Mini's bullying me!"
"Tell someone who cares, nerd!"
It's faint but still audible, and as the camera pans to her, she takes off with a cheeky grin to make her shot. Which she does, rising to about the same height to make the header.
"Ohhhh! Gah damn! Check it, L/n!"
You just huff, taking a seat as Sam does a backflip.
"Brooo, I just dunked on by the Rabbitohs supporter."
Sam stops, a pout on her face.
"Why you gotta make it personal, bro?"
You poke your tongue out at her.
"Cause the bunnies suck and we all know it. Go the Broncos!"
"Ayyyy, there's my girl!"
You high five Mackenzie as you jog back to the line.
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*Cut to the crew setting up for some scrimmages.
"You think they'll let me pick the teams this time?"
It's said into the mic, but Tony walking up beside you with a resounding, "Not happening." Startles you.
You get picked for Steph's team, opting for war against your skipper now that she's tripped you at least three times since the start of the session.
"I'm gonna get you, Kerr."
"You're not gonna get me."
"I will, fight me on it."
"Chew on my studs, pipsqueak."
"Alright, that's enough, you two. Save it for the scrimmage. Let's set up, you lot."
Steph has to pick you up and walk you away from Sam, a laser point glare from you over her shoulder at the skipper.
"Can you put me down now?"
"You gonna promise not to leave stud marks in Sam's shins?"
"I'll think about it."
"Oh, for the love of god, behave yourself."
It's a stern tone, and the others half to hold back laughs at your dejected expression.
"But she's so mean..."
A stern look from the older girl quietens you, and the camera zooms in on your expression. You give a small wink in its direction.
"What's that, Sammy?! Your mum loves me more than you?! Aw, how sweet is that? I always knew I was the favourite kid. It's okay. Tell Roxy I love her too!"
"Oi!"
You end up getting chased across the pitch to which you move to hide behind Alanna, poking your tongue out at Sam as she growls.
"Samantha Kerr! Back to your side of the pitch!"
It's Steph.
"But she started it!"
"Sam, I swear to god."
"Fiiiine."
You poke your tongue one last time and jog over to the defender, an innocent smile on your face.
"She's a bloody child, ay."
The glare you get from her makes you shrink a little, and Mackenzie just wacks you on the back of the head.
"Owww, Macca!"
You quieten up after that, though, and Steph starts putting everyone into positions and game plans.
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*cut to about halfway through the game, Steph had initially positioned you away from the Skipper to avoid either of you fueling your apparent and sudden sibling rivalry but she ends up having to move you back anyway since you play best in the mirror position to your captain anyway.
"Steph! Hit me! Hitme! Here!"
Just like you'd been practising just minutes earlier, the ball gets sent in directly to your head and slips past Lydia when she goes down for it.
"OHHH, suck on that NeRD!"
You hop around Sam giggling when she tries to swat at you, before you all return to positions.
It's only when a camera cut to minutes later finds you and Sam battling it out in the centre.
The moment she goes for the ball, you slip past her, tapping the ball between her legs and crossing it to Alanna, who volleys it in.
The entire field just breaks into "Ohhhhh"s and whistles.
Sam does a dramatic fall to her knees and flops to the ground as you jump onto Alanna's back with a whoop.
"OH, she's spicy today, ladies and gents!"
Alanna shakes her head, dropping you from her grasp and you both return to your positions.
A couple more minutes go by.
"Oh lordy lord, she's got skill! Mini, watch right! Mini watchright! Ayy atta girl!"
And.
"Clare! I'm here! Toss me! Yepyepyep!"
"Lans! Im going! I'm runnin'!"
"Let's freaking goooo!"
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*The cuts to right before the whistle blows, and Tony calls the end of training.
"Alright, well done, excellent work all of you. Rest up, recovery work, warm down. We've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow."
You jump in the centre of the huddle quickly.
"Before anyone leaves, I have an announcement... you're all on Mic'd Up with the Tillies! Photo Day edition!"
Some of the girls groan around you, Sam in particular. Some of them start laughing as you do the stealth stance.
"I was a fricken ninja, guys, I'll tell ya!"
"Yeah, Tony definitely already knew you were Mic'd up."
"Shush, you."
Tony just grins as the camera pans to him, and he winks at it.
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#woso#woso x reader#woso imagine#woso imagines#auswnt x reader#auswnt imagine#auswnt imagines#matildas x reader#matildas imagine#matildas imagines#this was a little cracked ngl
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Stellaron Hunters: Singing Dove
Content warning: yandere themes, polyamorous relationship, reader is gender-neutral.
It starts with a chase.
It always starts with a chase.
You run through the cold, deep snow. Dried leaves and twigs hiding under the snowy blanket crunch beneath your boots, and the little cracking noises they cause makes you want to cry painful, heaving sobs that shake through your frame.
The moon hangs high in the sky, your singular source of light. You are so deep within this frozen wasteland, not even Belebog's lights show on the horizon.
A perfect place for them to hunt you. But hunt truly is too kind of a word; a prey has at least a singular, sliver chance of survival. You are merely a toy between their clutches, ever so often placed in a new playground for their amusement, but at the end-
You will be back with them. It is, after all, part of the script. Always, always, always-
You stumble and fall on your hands and knees with a painful gasp, foot catching within viney branches that dig into your boots and pants. You'd been running so much, for so long, you hadn't even realised just how out of breath your poor lungs were.
In, and out. In, and out. In, and out.
You take in one, last big breath before finally looking back to get your foot out of the vines and hopefully, with the mercy of Qlipoth the Preservation and any Aeon that will listen, escape from this hellhole-
Only to meet two red piercing eyes staring at you from such darkness, not even the moon could disperse it. Peering, watching, waiting.
"No!" The frightened scream tears itself out of your throat, and your lack of breath and aching foot are forgotten entirely. In the distance, among the flying crows and skittering spiders, you heard the tinkling laugh of a woman.
Everything is dangerous. Everything is dangerous. Everything is dangerous-
He tells you everything is dangerous as he sharpens a sword, cracks going through its cold blade like broken glass. His voice is low, but his eyes are staring straight at you. Gazing, scrutinizing, waiting.
How many days, weeks, and months have you spent with them now? With him? You know his past by now, something he'd confided in you in the lonely, dead hours of the night, where you craved interaction even from someone like him. When he would crave interaction from you, would seek you out and hoard your time with the excuse that Kafka demanded he needed you to heal him and soothe his mara-struck mind with your singing, nimble fingers unwillingly going through his hair.
Everything is dangerous, Bǎo bèi. You will stay here with us.
She tells you everything is dangerous without telling you. You are on her lap, so shamefully naked and exposed yet she lounges against the tub as if the world is her oyster to pick, hands on your waist and nails slightly dragging against your skin until there are raised goosebumps trailing up your body.
It might as well be her world to rule.
You will not leave, my darling. She says with the softest laugh, burying her pretty face in your tender throat and kissing your skin. Her perfume still clings to her skin, leaving your mind hazy and muddled- all thoughts of your burning homeland they took you from washing away until all you can think of is her, her, her. She's a devil and a devil hunter; she is a spider that has spun into a web you can see neither the start nor end of, demands your songs as if you, your songs and voice all belong to her.
Everything is dangerous, my lovely. You will not leave, not now nor ever.
You run and run, boots so torn every twig and rock digs into your delicate skin. You are crying, too, stumbling against trees and branches. The noise that comes out of your throat is half-sob, half-prayer. Mercy, oh Aeon, grant me mercy.
You speed past the forest. It does not matter where you are, only that you leave. There are so many snapping noises, but all of it is from your running so you- you are sure you are safe-
No more trees, and the lights from Belebog now shine like the very stars of hope. So close now, and freedom tastes so unbelievably sweet on your tongue. You reach a hand out-
And fall down again, staring up at the star-less sky with wide eyes and a frantic heart.
No twig or branch made you fall.
Spider webs did.
The moon is so beautiful.
"The moon is so beautiful, isn't it, my darling?"
Kafka looks down on you, kneeling down by your side. Her pretty eyes gleam in the encroaching darkness, mouth stretched into a small smile that is anything but kind.
Yet her touch is so very gentle when she cups your face, wipes away the lone tear trickling down your cheek. She is even gentler when she leans down to kiss the corner of your lips, this time tasting your second tear.
It makes her sigh, so awfully fond. The spider web clings to your body, crawling up your limbs. You are unaware of Blade slowly coming out of the woods, your focus entirely on Kafka.
"You tried your very best," she croons, voice low and soft. Her smile widens, thumb swiping across your chapped lips, smoothing out the furrowed lines between your brows. "But it wasn't enough, was it? It will never be enough, either. But, oh, how beautiful you looked as you ran and ran, so fully convinced you even had a small chance of success… like a frightened rabbit. Isn't that right, Bladie?"
Blade's silence is unsurprising, and you are glad for it as you finally descend into sobs, turning your head away from her even as her hand chases your face. All of it… was just an illusion? All of it?
"Carry them, Bladie." Kafka orders, chuckling. She plays with your hair for a few seconds, humming before she kisses you, kisses under your lashes, one last time and gets up. "Carry them home, where they belong."
It ends with you back in their arms.
It always ends with you back in their arms.
Masterlist.
#bella.posts#honkai star rail#blade honkai#kafka honkai#yandere honkai star rail#yandere honkai#blade x reader#yandere blade#yandere blade x reader#kafka x reader#yandere kafka x reader#yandere kafka
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Gone (2)
So both parts of this have been out on Wattpad, I just felt like waiting a bit to post this one so you all could suffer 😈
Cortnee Vine x Reader
Arsenal Women x Reader
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"Cort? Are you in there?" Charlotte joked, waving her hand in front of Cortnee's face. "You left for sec."
"Yeah, sorry, what were you sayin', babes?"
"You ready for the match tomorrow?"
The winger racked her brain. "Against..."
"Arsenal! How have you forgotten? We've literally never played them before."
"Oh, right," Cortnee shook her head. "It slipped my mind."
"You're so forgetful sometimes," Charlotte smiled fondly. "Aren't you excited to see Y/N?"
Y/N. Just hearing your name sent pangs of guilt through Cortnee's empty heart.
"Yeah, of course," she lied. "I'm always excited to see her."
The duo sat in silence, both occupied by their own thoughts.
"Hey, Char?" Cortnee said suddenly. "Could you ever imagine a life without me?"
Charlotte was quiet for a moment. "No. I need you. Why?"
"Just asking."
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"Hi, girls," you forced a smile onto your face as you slipped into the changing room. "We ready to face Sydney?"
"Yup," Katie patted you on the back uncharacteristically softly as you sat down at your cubby. "Ye' ready?"
"Mhm," you pulled your shirt over your head, missing the way Kim and Steph shared a look. "I'm excited."
Katie snorted, ignoring the way that the rest of your teammates glared at her. "Coulda fooled me."
"I am excited."
Stina silently intervened, pulling the door open and ushering Jonas inside to do his pre-match talk. "Quiet down, girls."
Jonas raised his eyebrows at the thin layer of awkwardness in the room. "Everybody alright?"
"Yes. Go ahead, Jonas."
"Okay, so..."
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"Y/N," Kim grabbed your arm just before you left the changing room. "Wait a minute."
"What is it, Kimmy?" you asked, eyes darting to the side where Steph was standing with her arms crossed.
The Scot sat on the bench, gesturing for you to do the same. "Ye' trust me, don't ye'?"
You nodded instantly. "Yes."
"I hope ye' understand that Steph informed me of yer' current... situation with Cortnee Vine," the captain stated apologetically. "Regardless of how ye' feel about that, ye' need to let me or Jonas know if ye' can't play today."
"Steph!" you hissed, standing up quickly. "I told you all of that because I trusted you! I don't want this getting out."
The defender's gaze never wavered. "Do you think we'd let something like this get out? I was your captain. Kim is your captain. We care about you as both a player and a person. If you can't play in today's game because the emotions are too high, then don't play. You're more important than football."
You clenched your jaw, reluctantly backing down and returning your gaze to Kim. "I'll tell you if I need to come off. Can I go now?"
"Yeah. Go ahead."
As soon as you were out the door, Kim sighed. "She's not gonna tell me shit."
"No, she won't," Steph agreed. "We'll just have to keep an eye on her. I'll let Lia and Stina know."
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Cortnee's eyes flicked to the left, pursing her lips as you slipped into the line of Gunners next to her.
It was as if you knew she was watching you, automatically diverting your gaze to look anywhere but at her.
She decided to just try talking to you. "Y/N—"
"Not now, Viney," Kyra whispered, reaching over to pat the winger on the shoulder. "Later."
Cortnee turned away, deciding to just sulk in silence. The two of you hadn't spoken since the incident, and it was killing her inside. She missed you. A lot.
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"Ow, fuck," you groaned, stretching out your leg as the whistle blew. "Fuck, that hurt."
Mackenzie Hawkesby extended her hand, offering you an apologetic smile as she pulled you to your feet. "Sorry, mate."
"S'alright," you answered gruffly. "Let's get back to it."
"Y/N—" Cortnee stopped short as you swiftly turned around. "Y/N, can we talk after this?"
You shook your head, jogging into position as Katie prepared to take the free kick. You didn't need any distractions.
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"WHY YE' TAKIN' THE PISS?!" Katie's booming shout was the first thing you heard after going down for the tenth time in fifteen minutes. "WHAT ARE YE' TRYIN' TO DO? KILL HER?"
Charlotte Mclean only shook her head, backing up slightly. "It was an accident."
"Katie," Kim's stern voice filled your ears next. "Leave it be. We don't need ye' gettin' a yellow."
You rolled over, clutching your ankle with a whimper as blood flowed quickly and freely down the side of your face.
"Y/N," Steph pressed a hand to the wound on your head, other hand resting on your back as you went limp from exhaustion (and maybe blood loss). "Y/N, don't move. The medics are coming."
"You'll get yer' arse over here if ye' know what's good for ye'," Katie growled, pulling against Lia and Kim. "Thinkin' ye' can just hurt Y/N like that? Think again."
Your eyes subconsciously drifted over to where she stood, taking in the way Cortnee was frozen in fear as she stared at the big screen.
It was replaying the moment in which Charlotte had timed her tackle wrong, hitting you square in the ankle and causing you to fly forwards and into the goalpost.
It spurred Cortnee into action, the winger darting over and shoving her own girlfriend out of anger. "What the hell, Charlotte?! Look at what you did! Look at Y/N! You fucking hurt her!"
Charlotte looked aghast. "It was an accident! And why the hell are you taking her side? I'm your girlfriend! Not her!"
"I wish she was!" Cortnee snapped before slapping a hand over her mouth.
You suddenly sat up, injuries forgotten as blood dripped down the side of your face. "Really?"
"LAY BACK DOWN!" Kim and Steph yelled, both pairs of hands shoving you onto your back.
"Y/N, where are we?" an Arsenal medic you didn't remember arriving asked you.
Cortnee took that as an opportunity to get away, apologizing to her manager before taking off into the tunnel.
"At the Emirates," you responded immediately, maneuvering yourself so that no blood would stian your jersey. "I don't have a concussion, mate."
"Well—"
Lotte peered over his shoulder. "She looks fine to me."
"Lotte, no," Kim protested. "Ye' had stitches all down the middle of yer' forehead and said ye' were fine. Ye' don't get a say in this."
"I do!" you objected, closing your left eye just before the crimson droplets could get into it. "It's my decision because I'minjured and I am me. And I say that I'm fine! I just need a bandage and then I'm good to go."
"Why is it bleedin' so much?" Kim sucked in a breath as more medics ran onto the field with a stretcher. "That's way too much blood just for a collision with a goalpost."
One of the medics shook their head as you shoved everybody off you and stood. "I don't—"
Their voice was cut off by the sudden ringing in your ears, hitting you at the same time the dizziness did. You keeled over, someone quickly catching you before you hit the ground.
In a panic, Steph tapped your clean cheek in an attempt to get you to respond. Unfortunately, you were already passed out, concussion symptoms making a delayed appearance but hitting you full force nonetheless.
Had you been conscious, you would have heard the cries of both the crowd and your teammates as you fell. You would have noticed the look of worry on Katie's usually smug face. You would have seen Kim's uncharacteristically terrified face. Seen Kyra hiding her face in Caitlin's shoulder. Seen Jonas sprinting onto the pitch with paramedics in tow.
Another thing that you weren't aware of was the paramedics telling your teammates that it wasn't a concussion. They weren't sure what yet, but it was something much worse.
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The waiting room was eerily silent, each and every player lost in their own thoughts as they waited for updates on your condition.
The game had been called off, both Kim and the Sydney FC captain wanting to follow you to the hospital.
Everyone had arrived at roughly the same time, storming into A&E and demanding to know what was going on.
A doctor had quickly informed them that you were suffering from an epidural hematoma and rushed to surgery.
No one had spoken since then, afraid that if another word was uttered it wouldn't end well.
It was simply a waiting game, the only sound being the ticking off the analog clock on the wall.
Seconds turned to minutes, and minutes into hours. Some of the players fell asleep, while other forced their eyes open in hopes that you'd be out of surgery soon. It didn't work, and most drifted off with their worries still at the forefront of their thoughts.
It wasn't until early the next morning when a doctor would finally enter the room, clipboard in hand. "Family of Y/N—"
Everyone snapped awake, Kim shooting to her feet at her words. "Yes, that's us. What's going on?"
"Y/N Y/L/N was fortunate enough to not incur any permanent brain damage or go into a coma," the doctor assured with a smile. "She'll make a full recovery."
Cortnee breathed a sigh of relief from the corner of the room, wiping away a few stray tears as all of the other girls cheered quietly.
"Thank you, doctor," Kim's relief was evident. "Can we see her?"
"One at a time. She's very disoriented right now and it wouldn't be good to overwhelm her."
All eyes turned to Cortnee who only shook her head. "Doc just said not to overwhelm her. I don't think it would be a good idea right now."
"I'll go then," Steph declared, standing up. "Kim, you should go next. I think you need it more than her."
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"Hey, kiddo," Steph's voice was gentle as she sat on the chair next to the bed. She reached over to grab your hand. "How are you feeling, love?"
"Hey, Stephy," your eyes were shut, voice hoarse. "My head kinda hurts."
She smiled, just happy that you were alright. "I figured. You scared us, you know."
"'M sorry," you murmured, tugging Steph's hand closer. "Is anybody else here, or just you?"
She scoffed lightly. "Kid, everyone is here. Jonas is here, Kim is here, Katie is here... the whole team is here. So are the Sydney girls."
"Is Cortnee here?"
Steph faltered. "Y‐yeah. She doesn't want to come in, though. Doesn't think it's a good time."
"Okay," you mumbled, unsure of whether to be disappointed or relieved. "Did we win?"
"We called off the game," the defender said. "We were too worried."
"Oh."
"I'm gonna head out, kid. Kim's next. I think she needs to see you more than you need to see her."
You chuckled. "True."
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"Hey, Cort?" Charlotte's voice was hesitant. "I—"
She stopped short as her and Cortnee locked eyes. A sort of mutual understanding passed between them. No more words were spoken, but they seemed to come to an agreement. It hadn't been clear to either of them before, but now it made sense. They loved each other, but they hadn't been in love for quite some time.
They had thought that they were soulmates, and they weren't completely wrong, but they weren't completely right either. They were platonic soulmates. They cared deeply for each other, but they weren't meant to be together.
Maybe this wasn't what Cortnee had expected, but she wasn't complaining. All that was left was for her to convince you to give her a chance. If she succeeded, she was golden.
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"Kimmy?" you questioned.
"Yeah, kiddo?" the skipper's voice was less shaky now.
"Can— can you call Cortnee in? I want to see her."
Kim was silent. "Are ye' sure?"
"Yes."
"Okay, kiddo," the Scot patted your uninjured leg. "But if it gets too much, then I want you to tell her to leave. You can't be overwhelmed right now, and this isn't a great idea, but I trust you."
True to her word, she left, the door shutting behind her before it swung open a minute later to reveal the redhead who had been on your mind since you'd woken up. "Hey, Cort."
"Hey, Y/N," the winger hesitantly sat down at your beside, offering her hand which you took without a second thought. "I— I was worried about you."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I— I missed you," she admitted. "Listen, what I said yesterday on that pitch— I meant it. Char and I— well, we kind of... we, um... we broke up."
The dull ache in your head paused, brain disconnecting at Cortnee's words. "Huh?"
"We ended it on good terms," Cortnee swallowed, forcing herself to keep going despite the cowardly urge to shut the fuck up and sprint out of the room. "She understood that—that I love you. You were my best friend, Y/N. I cared for you, but I didn't realize that the love I had for you wasn't platonic. I didn't realize that the love I had for Char wasn't romantic. It was the opposite."
Her confession was everything you'd ever wanted (other than having an almost fatal brain injury in the process), but now that it was happening, you could barely form the words to respond. "I—I love you too."
"Are you sure?"
You snorted. "What, do you want me to say, 'SIKE!' I WAS JUST KIDDING!'?
"No, no, no," she shook her head quickly. "I just want to make sure it's not the epidural hemahema whatever it's called talking."
You snickered.
"What? I'm not a doctor!"
"I'm sure, Cort," you smiled at her, reaching up to pat her cheek. "I love you. Always have, always will."
"That's sweet." She smiled back at you.
You waited. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"You gonna kiss me now or you just gonna stare at me?"
"Oh," Cortnee blushed. "Can I kiss you?"
"Are you deaf? I just said yes."
"Oh," she said again. "Oh."
You rolled your eyes, grabbing her by the front of her jersey and pulling her into a kiss. "You're an idiot sometimes, you know that?"
She grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, but now I'm your idiot."
"Yeah, you are. Put that on your Twitter bio, will ya?"
"Of course, love. Now get some rest."
"Love you."
"Love you too, Y/N."
"Oh, and one more thing," you said, grabbing her by the wrist just before she turned around. "FIFA declined my request to switch national teams."
Her grin became impossibly wider. "Really?"
"Yeah. Some dumb legal shit."
She squeezed your hand happily. "I love dumb legal shit."
"Me too, Cort. Me too."
#australia wnt#arsenal wfc#woso x reader#arsenal women x reader#arsenal women#caitlin foord#kim little#cortnee vine x reader#cortnee vine#steph catley
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Boscha: DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT WE COULD BE TOGETHER, AMITY? WE COULD BE PERFECT!
Matt: YO, I KNOW YOU'RE HAVING ISSUES WITH YOUR GIRL, TRUST ME I GET IT, BUT YOU'RE MAKING A SCENE, BOSCHA.
Boscha: CAN I HELP YOU, UH..?
Matt: IT'S ME, MATT THOLOMULE.
Boscha: OH WELL HI, MATT THOLOMULE. I'LL TRY TO MAKE LESS OF A SCENE WHILE I LIQUIFY YOUR INSIDES AND PROCEED TO DRINK YOU!
Matt: HEY, NO NEED TO BE HOSTILE, MAN!
Viney: DO YOU PEOPLE MIND? THE KINDERGARTENERS ARE TRYING TO NAP.
Matt: I'M JUST TRYING TO HELP BOSCHA OUT WITH HER LADY PROBLEMS.
Boscha: I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP, MATT THOLOMULE, BUT...THANK YOU?
(Kindergarteners start crying)
Viney: NOW YOU'VE DONE IT.
Boscha: OKAY, VINEY, FIRST OF ALL-!
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Alr chapter three of my Skarscha Shit is up here. And because I’m so nice, here is chapter one and two <3.
#cedar crap#my shit#skarscha#skara toh#boscha toh#fanfic#viney toh#yh she's in this chapter#oh and#amity blight#alr cool
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Oh dang. Skara's single now?
VINEY, GO GET HER! (But ask your wife if she's okay with you being the center of a poly relationship)
Sincerely, a Skara x Viney shipper
VINEYS WITH EMIRA IM SORRT
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GO WITCHES DUELS! - Finals' Masterpost
Here we are at the final master post of the teen league tournament of witches' duels. I hope I will end this tournament this year, but if I won't then oh well. Here you have links to The previous posts
This picture may change if I feel like it regarding the rankings as I'm still unsure who I should crown the true winner of the battle between Hunter and Luz honestly.
THE GRAND FINAL BATTLE:
Willow Park vs Hunter The Golden Guard - Winner:
LOSERS BATTLES:
Bria vs Emira Blight - Winner:
Amity Blight vs Viney - Winner:
Luz Noceda vs Amity Blight - Winner:
Amity Blight vs Hunter The Golden Guard - Winner:
Edric Blight vs Bria - Winner:
REQUESTED BATTLES:
Emira Blight vs Willow Park - Winner:
Hunter The Golden Guard vs Matt Tholomule - Winner:
Matt Tholomule vs Amity Blight - Winner:
Willow Park vs Matt Tholomule - Winner:
Skara vs Viney - Winner:
Hunter vs Skara - Winner:
Skara vs Amity Blight - Winner:
Gus Porter vs Skara - Winner:
Skara vs Willow Park - Winner:
Viney vs Gus Porter - Winner:
Hunter vs Angmar - Winner:
Angmar vs Matt Tholomule - Winner:
Amity Blight vs Gavin - Winner:
CHARACTER PROFILES:
Amity Blight
August "Gus" Porter
Hunter The Golden Guard
Luz Noceda
Willow Park
The Blight Twins
The Detention Track
The Glandus Kids
The Mean Kids
PREVIOUS BATTLES: Links on different page
First Round
Amity Blight vs Emira Blight - Winner: Amity Blight
Edric Blight vs Willow Park - Winner: Willow Park
Jerbo vs Viney - Winner: Viney
Boscha vs Gavin Deamonne - Winner: Boscha
Angmar vs Gus Porter - Winner: Gus Porter
Luz Noceda vs Skara - Winner: Luz Noceda
Hunter Noceda vs Barcus - Winner: Hunter
Bria vs Matt Tholomule - Winner: Bria
The Fierce Battle Royale - Winner: Emira Blight
Second Round
10. Amity Blight vs Willow Park - Winner: Willow Park
11. Viney vs Boscha - Winner: Viney
12. Luz Noceda vs Gus Porter - Winner: Luz Noceda
13. Hunter vs Bria - Winner: Hunter The Golden Guard
14. Gavin vs Angmar - Winner: Gavin Deamonne
15. Emira Blight vs Matt Tholomule - Winner: Emira Blight
16. Edric Blight vs Jerbo vs Skara - Winner: Skara
17. Amity Blight vs Boscha - Winner: Amity Blight
18. Gus Porter vs Bria - Winner: Gus Porter
19. Boscha vs Willow Park - Winner: Willow Park
20. Gavin Deamonne vs Barcus - Winner: Barcus
21. Skara vs Matt Tholomule - Winner: Skara
22. Jerbo vs Barcus - Winner: Barcus
23. Gavin Deamonne vs Hunter - Winner: Hunter Deamonne
24. Boscha vs Gus Porter - Winner: Gus Porter
25. Amity Blight vs Bria - Winner: Amity Blight
26. Edric Blight vs Matt Tholomule - Winner: Edric Blight
27. Emira Blight vs Skara - Winner: Skara
28. Gavin Deamonne vs Jerbo - Winner: Jerbo
29. Edric Blight vs Barcus - Winner: Edric Blight
30. Amity Blight vs Edric Blight - Winner: Amity Blight
31. Gus Porter vs Mattholomule - Winner: Gus Porter
32. Hunter vs Boscha - Winner: Hunter The Golden Guard
33. Boscha vs Bria - Winner: Boscha
34. Amity Blight vs Gus Porter - Winner: Amity Blight
35. Emira Blight vs Edric Blight - Winner: Emira Blight
36. Mattholomule vs Barcus - Winner: Matt Tholomule
37. Luz Noceda vs Boscha - Winner: Luz Noceda
38. Hunter Noceda vs Edric Blight - Winner: Hunter
39. Luz Noceda vs Emira Blight - Winner: Luz Noceda
40. Edric Blight vs Luz Noceda - Winner: Luz Noceda
Finals
41. Willow Park vs Viney - Winner: Willow Park
42. Luz Noceda vs Hunter - Winner: Hunter Noceda?
43. Skara vs Bria - Winner: Skara
44. Emira Blight vs Hunter - Winner: Hunter
45. Willow Park vs Gus Porter - Winner: Willow Park
46. Hunter The Golden Guard vs Gus Porter - Winner: Hunter
47. Luz Noceda vs Matt Tholomule - Winner: Luz Noceda
48. Willow Park vs Luz Noceda - Winner: Willow Park
49. Viney vs Hunter - Winner: Hunter The Golden Guard
50. Luz Noceda vs Viney - Winner: Luz Noceda
51. Boscha vs Skara - Winner: Boscha
RANKING:
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Luz Noceda
Viney
Amity Blight
Gus Porter
Boscha
Skara
Bria
Emira Blight
Edric Blight
Matt Tholomule
Barcus
Jerbo
Gavin Deamonne
Angmar
The rules are the same as they used to be. The duels are 1v1 and the winner advances further while the loser stays behind. If the participants tie, however, a battle royale shall proceed to settle the score. I will no longer be taking requests for battles (not that anyone ever requested any, like guys I don't bite ;) ) as I want the tournament to end on the number 75 if it's possible so no more battles than the ones I already put down. Perhaps once the tournament concludes I will allow requests for battle royale between characters as I wish I'd done those more.
DISCLAIMER: Just to let you know, we're voting based on who is a better battler, not a more liked character. Otherwise off with your head!
Re-invitations:
@casualartisandeer @wren-writes-things @the-godofchaos-himself @violet-prism-creatively @watery-melon-baller
@thescarletdaffodil @akmonasyrk @lapluieellepleut @damianwaynelives @crushpunchh
@impact801 @evermorecatra @rosetyler42 @memory-overload @cwolfnerakagnome
@branmuffins22 @zyrafowe-sny @metalinjector95 @michaela-artist @goingtohellwithyou
@iheartleopards @thatwierdquietkidthatdraws @sophiesophsofia @tbonner2 @amity297
@itslilacmoon @egqwhites @fabseg-creator @blackblooms @allpplareequal
@ch3rrymotel666 @yourlastbraincell64 @amorphousprimordia @johannepetereric @21ack
@daisyheadmaizy @kathythepirateking @the-owl-house-blorbo-brawl @wolfspirit-12398 @awesomepopcan99
@oreostuffing41 @brenns125 @rosemaidenvixen @fashionablegoose @manglex5
@harthic @islelynn @autumn-crow13 @literal-ray-of-sunshine @mesaydumbshitwithfunnyvoice
@luzura-the-princess-witch @magidragon12 @throughthethornvine @aspenonpawzzz @wiverntiles @tsamired
@wildernesstorm @ilov3b00kss0much @gaypleasantview @sirpolygoner @acrylicsncandles
@zillybusiness @writerthatarts @whataspectaclebear @ratsbanes @a-hundred-rats-in-a-trench-coat
@yui15538sblog @cantpickonefandoms @foolingdoodle @mecub @lunasbians
#the owl house#witches duels#battle witches#toh tournament#witches battles#my polls#toh#finals of the witches duels#the last battles#the battles that last
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Pre-Game Snackies
Oh wow, classic Roo is drawing their favorite trope of characters giving each other food again-
This is loosely based off my fic "Bellyachin'" Where before the Entrails have a Flyer Derby match, Viney offers cheese and crackers to the team for some extra fuel. (However, in the fic, Hunter is very apprehensive about the idea instead of excited like he is in this drawing.)
Yes I based Gus' face off that shot of him about to eat the CD. I just made him more derpy.
I kinda didn't know what to do with Skara so I tried to draw her looking amused at Gus being silly but I don't think it came out well oof. Like, Skara herself came out fine, but the emotion I was going for I think ended up getting lost.
I also kinda didn't know how to pose Viney either, but I like how she came out.
Also decided to add all their palismen because why the hell not?
Side note WTF I never realized how fucking cute Viney's palisman is?? I named him Basil. He's Basil the manticore now.
I also decided to name Skara's cricket palisman Melodei (Pronouced Melody). Get it?? Because Skara's a bard... and crickets... chirp melodies... haha (please laugh)
Also, you wouldn't believe how hard it was to find references for Melodei off her staff. I think the only time she's ever off the staff is when she's captured on the ship in the cage... which, yeah, that made it harder than I'd like to admit to reference from. Not only was she covered partially because of the cage's bars, but it was in a nighttime palette. I had to piece it together from what I could see from her in the cage and her staff form.
Btw, if you want to read the fic click here if you're on tumblr or DM me for the link if you're on insta.
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