#OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH

[imaginethezeldaverse]

Hello! I hope this ask fond you well!! I'm not exactly new to your blog, but this is my first time hoping to request? Though before that I was just hoping to ask of you'd write for Master Kohga?

i am so whipped for that guy ngl- *cough*

Of course! Master Kohga, as I'm finding out, has charmed his way into the hearts of a lot of people! And I honestly love that for him, he's such a goofball.

I wasn't sure what kind of request you wanted, but I had a little something in mind! Sorry this took so long. Final season is upon me so I've been swamped but I'm almost done!

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"C'mon! C'MON! You said you were gonna be done soon with my surprise!" came the impatient prattling of your superior. His foot tapped away just outside of the kitchen door, a few foot soldiers watching from afar their boss's restlessness. You rolled your eyes as your mittens retrieved the warm delight from the oven before you.

Grateful were you to have such a thing at the Yiga hideout, it seemed as though cooking things was not a strong suit amongst the clan. Not that you felt it was your responsibility...but admittedly you did grow tired of eating banana-centric things all the time - so teaching some of your more eager Yiga clanmates how to cook actual meals proved to be useful. As you set down the baked good on the nearby table, you let the irony of banana being your focus slide off of you, pride settling in instead.

In all of its saccharine glory was the most appetizing banana upside down cake you've ever made: with a layer of browned sugar and sweet caramel glaze over a dense, but rich cake that was sure to have the clan fighting for slices. You were in thought about how long you should wait to let the cake cool before piping on the vanilla whipped cream you'd made, but a pair of hands clapped over your shoulders and immediately moved you to jump.

"YUMMY!" exclaimed Master Kohga, his masked head leaning over your shoulder, "Was this what you had me waiting for?! Ooooh can we cut it now? Please? Please?!"

The Yiga clan leader bounced on his heels with childlike delight, nearly drooling at the mouth beneath his mask at the aroma of the confection wafting through every crevice it could creep through. Allowing your heart to calm down a bit from the sudden fright Master Kohga gave you, you willed your self to let out an exasperated laugh,

"We should probably let it cool first, Master Kohga, sir."

"Oh, what, is it too hot? Don't worry about that, I'll take care of it."

His hands quickly removed themselves from your shoulders, the sound of swift hand movements just behind your ears before a subtle chilly mist blew over your shoulders, the heat of the cake cooling down immediately as soon as a few puffs of the frosty air hit it. Blinking, you quietly took a knife and carved out a piece for your boss, plating it in astonishment at the fact that he thought to so quickly use magic to bring your piping hot dessert to a comfortable, edible temperature.

Clapping, Master Kohga grabbed the plate with excitement, lifting his mask an inconsequential amount, allowing him to shovel the cake into his mouth at a whirlwind pace. Before you even had the opportunity to ask how it was, the plate was shoved into your face,

"Another!" he chirped, still chewing through his last bite.

A new wave of pride soared through you; clearly Master Kohga found your creation delicious, and it filled you with joy to hear his smacks and small, thrilled noises as he ate his second piece.

"Ahhh" he exhaled, adjusting his mask back into place after inhaling his second piece. Master Kohga took occupancy in a nearby seat, leaning back and balancing on the chairs legs, "You know you're my favorite, right?"

The thrum in your chest almost blew your cover of the blush that threatened to creep up on your face. Swiftly you turned to grab some extra plates from your cabinet for your clanmates. Now was not the time for your tiny, miniscule, insignificant crush on your boss to surface. So, with some quick thinking you decided to instead scoff playfully, "How many Yiga soldiers have you said that to, sir?"

But your teasing question wasn't met with the answer you expected. Instead of Master Kohga's jovial laughter of 'being caught' or a defensive 'Hey!'...you were met instead with silence.

"Just you."

You fingers gripped the plates in white-knuckled anxiety, and you turned to your boss who sat upright now. Though it was difficult to often gauge where his eyes were from behind that mask, you were deadly sure they were burning into you right at this moment. The air in your lungs held stagnant, that blush you tried to hold back now wisping across your cheeks and neck.

"I mean it," he continues, "You're my favorite."

Suddenly he's before you, and you realize how much smaller you are compared to his stature when he's not slouching. His hand drapes over yours for a brief moment,

"Wouldn't have any reason to lie about that neither"

Your heart is beating wildly in your chest, blood pumping in your ears as your bewildered expression looked up at the never-changing painted eye of his Yiga mask. Next you knew, Master Kohga had one of the plates in your hands between his fingers, hurling the disc effortlessly toward the kitchen door. It was caught with ease by a footsoldier, who meekly shrunk into himself once he realized he willingly came out of hiding.

"It's rude to eavesdrop you know!" Master Kohga shouted, stomping his foot.

Four other Yiga clansmen appeared next to the first, straightening up at attention for their superior.

"Sir!" one of them spoke, "We're sorry sir, we just...the smell of bananas and sugar was so strong we couldn't help it..."

The sigh Master Kohga let out was akin to a father who had just caught his children stealing cookies from the jar, "Well hurry up then before I decide you don't get any."

A raucous cheer sounded in the kitchen, the soldiers lining up for slices and taking plates carefully from your hands.

You, on the other hand, were still trying to process Master Kohga's words against the sounds of pleased chewing and eager appreciation. When you finally came to your senses you scanned the room to see your Yiga brethren still enjoying their cake and chattering amongst themselves about their day so far.

Master Kohga was nowhere to be seen.

[lunatic-fandom-space]

Dont ask why but Ive been spending a lot of time looking at books that are dracula retellings and GOOD GOD do cishets never get tired of how fucking cishet their stupid books are

[ehbahpu]

one day i'll do something about le capital symbolique contenu dans un tableau excell

[ohmygillygoshoppler]

A-Amtrak?!?!?

Women want one thing and it's quite obvious, A large affordable interconnected North American Rail Network

[hatake]

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[thisshitisridiculous]

eddie literally snatching the phone from buck planning to call tommy oooooooooooohhhhh my love you're really in it now

[lemm-moxx]

oooooooooooohhhhh shit not a possibly secondary more human sona

fun fact i got bored so i added a bunch of my music tastes in the background

[strawbubbysugar]

"you would know that I am just as dead as you"

OOHHH

OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH

SECRETS ARE BEING SPILLED!! THE TRUTH OF WHAT HAPPENED IS STARTING TO COME TO LIGHT!!!! I AM INVESTED

They all need so many hugs. And so. So much therapy.

Pry/ncess needs a bowl of soup, a loaf of bread, and an appointment with a therapist

[babyloniastreasure]

karna for the character meme : D

oh? karna? karna my beloved? oh! how unexpected, what luck! an anon also asked for karna so lets GO

Sexuality Headcanon: he's ace, his only fiery desire is for battle. However he's panromantic. if he loves you, he loves you, and who you are is not a factor in why

Gender Headcanon: if you listen closely, you can hear me shouting from the rooftops "TRANS KARNA"

A ship I have with said character: honestly? i LOVE karna x jinako. it warms my heart!!!!! even if its a basic ship its the best one!!!! love for jinako forever!!!!

A BROTP I have with said character: Ashwatthama. 100%. and also obviously Duryo now that he's here, but Ash came to mind first. They beat each other up in the void for a thousand years for fun, dude. what more could you ever ask for in a brotp

A NOTP I have with said character: Do I Have To Say It. karjuna. karna x arjuna. hate it. it dies in a fire tonight by my hands.

A random headcanon: he gives off a lot of heat in a certain proximity, but he isn't hot to the touch. like, i think he has a normal body temperature when you touch him. snuggling up with him is probably just as cozy and comforting as with anyone else (if you ignore the spikes). BUT sitting in the chair next to him in the break room is equivalent of being next to a hot oven. Either get in close to get past the heat, or back off to get away from it. Furthermore, I don't think he understands this is the case, or that this happens at all, because HE himself is not hot. He assumes its because of his fire cape and not his own radiating sun-heat

General Opinion over said character: oooooooOOOOOHHHHH KARNA MY BELOVED. I adore him. I admire him. I see bits of myself in him. He's a silly little guy and a loyal friend who knows what he's about. He's incredibly kind, he's a dork when it comes to showing his kindness. He's both selfless and selfish, he's egotistical, he's logical and straight forward, he's always making sure others are satisfied and safe. He gets carried away a LOT but his heart is in the right place. He's a passionate dude with too many cool powers and too much pride to use them. Karna is very important to me and often inspires me. I enjoy him, I think about him constantly, and I'd like to steal his gender. Karna is my love, my heart, my stars and most importantly...my sun

As you can see, I have a totally normal and reserved general opinion about Karna Fate/Grand Order. in the remainder of this essay I will--

[the-black-dragons-den]

You. GUYS. OH MY GOSH. Geoffery is the best fiancé ever oh my gosh. He worked overtime at work to be able to buy me this. Yu-Gi-Oh! Box set of FigPins. And it comes with a logo pin and all the separate plastic holders, and these pins are SO FUCKIN COOL!!!! OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!!!

[dreamlandsfilth]

Nine seduces Noel into her bedroom and gets fucked and knocked up by her, becoming her secret lover and cumdumpster

(I apologize for the late response, life has been hectic of late, I hope you enjoy your request!)

Nine knew that the blonde bitch would be an easy fuck, especially considering what was under her skirt.

Still, it was a good thing she had some spatial warping magic, she didn’t give a rats ass about having her cock in eyes view, but it was hard to go about her business when any and every girl in sight immediately started slurping on it until she raped their throat with all twenty inches of sweaty, throbbing, veiny, uncircumsised, girl cock.

That and well, nothing beat the look on their eyes when she took her clothes off and a third limb jutted out from her pelvis that was as thick as her wrist and had balls that were almost as big as her tits hanging from her sack.

That look in their eyes as they realized they were finally about to fulfill their true roles.

Their true roles as ball polishers, as cum addicted cock slaves, as Nine’s personal jizzrags, as the bitches that will spend the rest of their lives eating Nine's dickcheese and drinking the infinite amount of cum that her balls constantly produce. Then, they would cum all sense out of their soon to be ruined cunts.

Nine’s latest blond slut followed this route to the T.

And while Nine had a preference for Brunettes, there was something about girls with toned stomachs and flat tits that did something for her. Maybe because she could make them watch her dick destroy them through their own skin, or maybe could flaunt her own superiority, either way, she was about to have her fun.

The pink haired witch dropped her bitchbreaker on Noel’s stomach with a loud and meaty *PLAP* that resounded through the room as the musk of her unwashed cock invaded Noel’s entire existence.

Noel could feel her body enter into overdrive, her cunt gushing like a waterfall, her womb opening, and her eggs getting ready to be drowned in the superior seed of the woman above her.

“Ffffuuuck… you haven’t even done anything yet and… and… oh god… your going to tear me in half…” Noel moaned as Nine began to grind her dick on her newest onahole.

“If you beg, I might just do that.” Nine taunted with a cruel smile as she placed a gloved finger on her tip and slowly ran it down her entire length, Noel watching intently as drool escaped her mouth and her eyes turning into pinpricks.

“Please… please ruin me master, please…” Noel whined, making Nine smile with even more cruelty laden in it.

“I said beg, not pillow talk.” Nine cooed before drawing the head of her cock back, teasing the soon to be ruined pussy.

Noel let out a shuddering, broken, moan before doing exactly what Nine wanted her to do.

Beg.

“PLEASE!!! RUIN MY CUNT!!! MAKE IT TO WHERE THE ONLY WAY I WILL EVER BE ABLE TO GET OFF AGAIN IS WHEN I AM FUCKING MYSELF ON YOUR FILTHY GIRLCOCK!!! BREED THIS N.O.L. BITCH!!! GET ME PREGNANT!!! MAKE ME GIVE BIRTH TO ALL OF YOUR CHILDREN!!! FUCK ME!!! FUCK ME!!! FUCK- OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH GOOOOOD” Noel screamed as Nine speared her on her bitchbreaker, breaking her cervix walls like tissue paper, the imprint of her cock visible through Noel’s skin as she was folded over herself, Nine slamming her hips into Noel with so much force that Noel’s ass was jiggling and shaking and with so much speed that they had become a blur of depravity and absolute cunt ruining meat.

“I AM GOING TO FUCK YOU UNTIL YOU BEG ME TO STOP!!! UNTIL YOU ARE JUST LIVING CUM SOCK!!! UNTIL YOU LOSE ALL SENSE OF EVERYTHING EXCEPT THE ONLY TWO IMPORTANT THINGS IN YOUR MISERABLE FUCKING EXCUSE FOR A LIFE!!! MY DICK AND MY BALLS!!! THAT IS GOING TO BE YOUR WORLD FOR THE REST OF YOUR PATHETIC EXISTANCE JIZZRAG!!!” Nine screamed into the crosseyed fuck drunk face of the slut below her who could only cum like a bitch in heat and scream in joy in pleasure as she finally fulfilled her true purpose in life.

“NOW!!! TAKE MY BABY BATTER!!! GET PREGNANT!!! I DON’T CARE WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU, I ONLY GIVE A FUCK IF I AM ABLE TO EMPTY MY BALLS INTO WHATEVER BITCH I CAN!!!” Nine shouted to the heavens as she buried herself completely into the sex toy below her, flooding her womb with cum, raiding her ovaries and near instantly impregnating her, the sheer volume of it all forcing its way back and shooting out from around her master's cock.

“Cock… Masters Cock… Masters Baby…” Nine’s blonde toy moaned in mindbroken bliss.

Mindbroken bliss that was about to amplified a thousandfold as Nine pulled out with a groan of pleasure, gallons of thick, impossibly virile cum flooding out of the new toy, her balls audibly churning and bubbling to replace the small fraction of nut juice the witch had just let out.

“Who said we were done fucktoy? I’m still hard, and you still have two more virgin holes.”

[solsearchingnights]

Hi! You reblogged a post recently about authors not wanting to talk about symbolism and repetition and themes and foils and analysis stuff in their own work, and I was wondering if you had anything like that for your fics (that you’re willing/able to share) because if so I’d love to hear it! (I may have become mildly obsessed with iitv and a lesson of fire and ice recently since they’re the kind of thing I like to read and amazingly well done)

OOOOOOoooooohhhhh boy!! There is so much

But because I'm at work and also terrified of accidental spoiling my own fic by getting too excited talking about it let me just talk about the title. It's something I've wanted to explain for a while!

Ink in the Vase

I needed something to evoke an image, right away. And its a complex one. Even if you're not familiar with "Flower Husbands", 'vase' is almost always connected to a bouquet of flowers. So it's a steady image. Everyone can put their own flowers in it. Maybe the flowers will change over time, with new events in the story or in the reader's own life events.

The same goes for the vase itself. Up until the carafe of flowers in the hospital chapters, there was no indication of a particular style. I describe Jimmy's dishes as having a mish mash of antiques and hand me downs from Ela, so maybe the vase becomes a chipped and repaired antique to some people. Maybe the image of the carafe was impactful enough that it's what stays as the image to people. Or maybe the bleakness of Jimmy's home in the beginning sticks with the reader, and they imagine a plain, dusty, glass vase.

It's interactive, flexible, and starts a process of pulling the reader into the story before they ever read it. And it's a good hook every time an update comes. It brings up the reader's personal experience with the title, and makes it easier to recall past events of the story.

And the Ink.

It took a bit of a leap on my part, but I found two ways to make this work.

The first, is that ink is staining, permanent. Whatever it touches, purposely or not, leaves a mark. Anything that happens in the story or the backstory, I want it to feel like it's clinging, staining, impossible to completely ignore. If that ink, those events, are touching the rest of the mental image, the vase you're picturing isn't allowed to be "perfect", the flowers are going to be poisoned.

And second, is where I took a leap. I loved doing flower staining growing up. That thing, where you make a fresh cut of a stem and feed the plant dyed water to turn the petals different colors. There's ways to do it with living flowers and cut bouquets. It depends on what you feed the flowers. So we can see the flowers, see the results of what they've been fed, what they've been placed in and forced to make a part of themselves. If that food/water is toxic and dark and ugly, signs of that experience will show. But if you clean the food source, put in bright colors and healthy food, fresh water and love and care, the next buds will come out healthier and healthier, until all that's left of the toxic relationship is memories and pictures and maybe a little bit of a shadow of a stain. It can get better, if people are willing to put in the work and care to fix it.

Put it all together and even if no one ever thinks about me as much as I did- even if no one knows what exactly the title is doing, I know that it's special. I know there's gonna be people who it has an effect on, even if they don't know why. I know how important this little four word summary of the story is.

Honestly, I would love to see the images "Ink in the Vase" has brought to people's minds.

Thank you thank you thank you thank you for this ask!! I hope it's what you were looking for. If you had specific things you were wondering about, feel free to ask. This was so so cool to have permission to talk about and I'm very much happy stimming atm lol.

<3

[glyphsmash]

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[teamfortresstwo]

I think she was killed in the boys locker room, maybe got in using Leon’s handbook? It was broken somehow but I don’t know how, and as she was dead, the murder ‘borrowed’ her handbook and got in to the girls room. So it’s more likely to be one of the boys, right? I still don’t think it’s genocide jack it doesn’t fit. None of them seem to act like the description of potential DID but I can see it in the writer, and if the actual genocide jack killed her it’d be way more premeditated than that.

OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH

[therhythmafterthesummer]

Oooooooooooohhhhh

New werewolf idea!!!set in an everyone is a wolf world okay

She’s the pack healers daughter and keeps getting passed up on during each mating season(like let’s think once in the spring). And to be fair her parents are great and want her to also get a love match

So there’s like one potential mate left and she DOES NOT want him. In stumbles rough skz member(tbh it could be Chris but like also the idea of Changbin is also tempting) all battle tested and a bit scruffy cause he’s been a lone wolf for years. Also but like what about an age gap👀👀👀 like 7-8 years so they are “his old wolf”

Or flip it and it’s protected skz member in the clan and rough and gorgeous new wolf comes because they need aid and healing!!!!!!!!! Omg GingerBin this way!!! Could this be how GingerBin meets in tkotf????? He guards her day and night in the castle until she recovers???????

(These are purely meant for giggle for you. But if they spark any idea or ah ha moments, if the lizard is appeased please feel free to use)

(Every time I drop thought off to you I feel like a little raven dropping off little sparkling things to you.)

-🥝

i love receiving your sparkly trinkets!! ahahaha

this is a very interesting idea 👀👀👀👀 i'm not saying i'll write it, but... it's piqued my interest. so who knows 👀

[furryprovocateur]

dbd parody of "dancing on my own"

im in the corner, watching you kill her. oooooooooooohhhhh