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[busygirlgcttagc]

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[ backstory ; ACCEPTING ]

"That's my aunt."

She speaks calmly, appearing behind Kurtis seemingly out of nowhere, her eyes directed towards the painting above the fireplace in the library. She decided to put it there only recently, unsure of where, exactly, she would've liked to be remembered.

"This house was hers." Lara continues after a few seconds, her arms crossed, standing on his side "She was nice enough to let me live here after I had a... discussion with my parents. ...and then bought it properly when my first book sold well."

A cheeky remark, a humble brag, maybe - but even if she'd rather avoid resorting to those, most of the time, this one was necessary to drop the family subject before he asked anything else. It's much better than getting nostalgic about Margaret, God bless her soul, or talk about her parents. She wouldn't call herself sad about the whole ordeal, she's mostly...

...salty?

...let's go with that.

Blinking, she finally turns to the man, meeting a look that seemed to be between confusion, surprise and skepticism, and with a smirk she turns to a shelf behind them, pointing at it with her head.

"It's the red one. I can't say I'm fond of the way I wrote back then, but I guess everyone's their own worst critic.

I definitively wrote Larson much dumber than he actually was." not like he deserved to be written as anything but a bumbling henchman, anyway "But the rest is okay. I think you'd like it. The part with the living statues that shoot lasers under the Coliseum is always a fun memory."

[misterspectacular]

Joker in Arkham Shadow

I'm so glad Joker is a part of Arkham Shadow! Not a big part and we never actually see him, which is sad, but HE'S IN IT! It's actually necessary that we don't see him, or that he doesn't see US, considering we are Batman without the mask and he knows we are Batman based on voice alone. He knows his Bat so well!

The voice actor hasn't been listed yet, but it's Troy Baker, who also voiced Joker in Arkham Origins! (Troy Baker voices Harvey Dent/Two-Face in this game, as well). (Side note, Batman in this game is voiced by Roger Craig Smith who also voiced Batman in Origins.) (Side side note, this is a sequel to Origins.)

Heres the dialogue:

Matches Malone (Batman): *knocks*

Joker: Two bits! Well, look who's finally awake!

Malone: The hell you talking about? you some kind of Joker?

Joker: Hardly knew her! Hehehee... Aah, nothing like an old friend to make the joint feel less solitary.

Malone: Old friend? You got the wrong guy. Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'd remember meeting a freak like you.

Joker: Tut tut, Batsy-Boo! The East End voice might fool the rest of these dimwits, but me? Tsk tsk. Oh, you and I have something special.

Batman: What do you want?

Joker: Right now? A gallon of gas, a book of matches, and a ham sandwich. But I'll settle for a little chit chat. Ever since the last riot down here, it's gotten so dreadfully boring!

Batman: (multiple choice question, this one was selected) How long have you been in solitary?

Joker: Ooh, look who's fishing for leads! Don't tell me I'm a suspect in whatever foul deeds you're investigating.

Batman: You are always a suspect.

Joker: Hehehe, I bet you say that to all three girls. Hehe, unfortunately for you, Sherlock, I've been locked in here ever since you stopped me from exploding the Warden. (Reference to Origins finale) Funny... I didn't think they'd throw me in the hole for FAILING to kill someone. Huh!

Batman: You have no idea what's going on in Gotham?

Joker: I mean, honestly, you finally put the hurt on Gotham's criminal underworld and suddenly there's a brand new rodent stealing your spotlight! Meanwhile, I'm boxed up like --

Batman: Bats are NOT rodents.

Joker: Euggh. Bet you're fun at parties.

CO Robbins (guard?): Shut up in there, will ya?!

Joker: Everyone's a critic! Fine, fine, fine. Aah, I need to get my beauty sleep anyway. Seems like I'm always a little pale ever since SOMEONE dropped me into a vat of acid! Hmm? Hahaha!

Batman: Enough talk for now.

(I love this bit. In ORIGINS, it's shown that Joker actually RECREATED his own memories so that Batman would be included in them. The vat of acid and Batman throwing him in was a made up memory. It's also shown in Origins that Joker PAINTS his face -- he's not pale because he was "dropped in acid". Joker prefers the fantasy and at this point might believe it's reality.)

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(Next day)

Joker: Knock knock!

Batman: Joker.

Joker: No no no! You're supposed to say, "who's there?" Do you really not know how this goes? Let's try again. knock knock!

Batman: (multiple choice, this one was selected) Who's there?

Joker: What? It's me, the Joker. Oo, they must've hit your head pretty hard before they threw you in here.

Batman: *grunt*

Joker: Oh, don't be like that! Not my fault you walked into it. Now, where were we?

Batman: (multiple choice) Where's the Rat King?

Joker: Beats me! You'd think someone who wanted chaos and destruction throughout Gotham would've jumped at the chance to get ME involved.

Batman: And he hasn't?

Joker: Bats. Really? Do you think I'd be chatting this much with you if I had any other options? It's always work work work! You never ask how my plans for killing sprees are going!

Batman: During the last riot, you left bombs all over the prison. You know where the Rat King is hiding.

Joker: You know, persistence is one of your best qualities, but I'm being honest with ya. I wouldn't know the Rat King's secret lair from a hole in the ground!

CO Robbins: How many times I gotta tell ya?! this ain't a damn social club!

Joker: Oh, cram it up your TYGER hole, Robbins! I don't come to YOUR job and commit unspeakable offenses against helpless victims, do I?! Oh wait, I do. Well, hate to say it, Matches, but he's got a point. We'll chat later.

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Joker: Psst! Hey buddy, you awake? I haven't heard the screws bustling around in a while. You know what that means?

Batman: That it's time to get out of here.

Joker: That's right! Slumber party! Truth or dare! You go first, but don't ask where any bodies are buried!

Batman: (multiple choice, this one was selected) What do you know about Dr. Quinzel?

Joker: Let's see, Dr. Quin -- Ooh, the blondie? Is she still working here? Well, if you ask me, she could really use a career change. I don't suppose you know anyone who's hiring? Ooo! Maybe she could be your little sidekick! Hahahaha!

Batman: I work alone.

Joker: Oh, come on! The adventures of Batsy and Doctor Ditz! It'll play great woth the teens.

Batman: No.

Joker: Teh. Fine, fine. If you're too uptight to give the girl a chance, well, one man's trash is another man's treasure.

Batman: If you know something about the Rat King, tell me. You could be his next target.

Joker: Oh, heaven forfend! I certainly hope no one breaks me out of solitary to try and recruit me for the Day of Wrath! And they say you're not funny. Thanks for the laughs, Bato! I mean, "Matches". WINK! Now what's next? Spin the bottle? Kind of difficult with a concrete wall between us. Now don't go putting my hand in a bowl of water while I sleep! Hehehehe

Batman: This isn't funny, Joker. People are going to-- (Batman is interrupted by a visitor and so ends the Batjokes interactions)

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and that's that.

later Batman explores Joker's cell. It says "hahaha" on one wall, and on the wall they were speaking through it says "we're sleeping" and "Kill the bat!"

oh and here's a screen shot of the wall from Batman's side, I had to crop the video because I got a notification during recording haha

[endobiologist]

YOOO I HAVEN'T DRAWN IN SO LONG also official apology to literally everyone--not just here online but also IRL, me & William/Bill are doing a lot and i mean A LOT of introspective figuring shit out across lifetime(s), doing spiritual/emotional healing work and shit. "Spring" cleaning for the house (hehehee) and such. Nesting ig LOL. But also due to this going inward, we have appeared to have retreated from literally everything including social media. We FREAKING LOVE ALL YALL SM, dont feel bad or like we have ignored anyone!! But also dw at all about us, we are doing fucking fantastic for the first time in a long time. I or we, will explain a lot of the revelations we have gone through when we are done putting the puzzle pieces together haha! But it boils down to I've experienced "integration"... in a weird "It's just me & Will again as like?? the equivalent of a gem fusion IRL? But every alter i/we? had has integrated bACK INTO US TWO. So yeah, the whole "there's too many of us but also no one can leave" I guess I. Didn't integrate nor non integrate. Nope. Purple + purple, and uhhhh Garnet level results?? idfk man but uh we Married and not legally nor by any ceremony yet however we are like cotton candy fusion eloped lmaO. n shit was real weird at first but also immediately also the coolest goddamn thing ever now we have a million memories to a million diff things?? and none of it was me, him OR us until i guess this christmas. Guess "Glitchtrap found his Player 2"!! NEE HEE HEE!! In that I dragged his ass into being mine as well I suppose--We VR Headset-ted each other lmaoo but ye bIG HAPPY AND ALSO BIG CHAOS?? BUT YE. WE ALWAYS COME BACK LMAOOO YO I JUST THOUGHT OF THAT HFJFH-- - 🥀👑💀🦴🫀💟💜 - #williamafton #afton #aftonfamily #springtrap #williamhafton #williamharoldafton #davemiller #davidmiller #purpleguy #thepurpleguy #springbonnie #springbonnieman #shadowmonsterman #bunnyman #thebunnyman #hybrid #salvage #scraptrap #burntrap #goldenbonnie #fivenightsatfreddys #fnaf #fivenightsatfreddysart #art #artwork #springtrapart #springtrapfanart #williamaftonart #springtrapfnaf #fnafspringtrap (at Las Vegas Nevada) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnHXC4frDVy/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[akarxuu]

Eyes widened as Yona came in and hugged him. This felt so warm and gentle. A known feeling that he could cry to. Inwardly sighs at the feeling. The memory that is now a past. Instead of any of that Zeno did what he planned to. Rests his hand on her head as a thank you and affection. “Isn’t that something you should look into? The one who cared about others above himself. Created something for the people.” Moves back giving her a warm hearted smile. “Suu-Won is different from that. One who wants to make the kingdom in his view. What feels right.” There was some good that came from it, sure.

“It’s not weird to feel that way. Titles can be overpowering. Hehehee, Zeno believes in you. A shield for the one called child but really is a strong woman with beautiful eyes. Beautiful ideas.”

;;~ She felt him pat her head as she blinked a little however with a smile she sighed. She was happy he was happy.   “Im not exactly sure how to look into this. Im trying to see the truth between both side but no matter what way I look into it, I either feel rediculous or ashamed. and as for soo-wan.. Im not sure if I can forgive what he’s done.... I cant hate him but.. forgiveness is another thing.” “When I was a child I loved the Tale of the Celestial dragons and crimson king, I read it all the time and my father would read it to me at night when he could, I never knew the tale was true though..."

“Before I do, can I ask you a serious Question?” She asked this wondering herself how she was supposed to ask this. "One do you really think im the legendary recarnated red dragon.. ?” and two ... there isn't a dragon warrior version of you... is there...your the real one your more than just a sheild you know." She remeber how he began regenerated his body in which means he can't ... die.

[haikyooot]

emi oh my god,,, for the word search i got rescue mission + amnesia + historical….. what kind of angsty shit am i gonna be going through!!! i mean i’m intrigued but still!! ahhhh! 😭💔

OOOH KRISSSS this trio is Delicious. Absolutely delightful~~~ A rescue mission to get back the memories? Maybe a curse or a sacrifice? Are you rescuing their memories? Or are they rescuing yous??? Gawd, I love imagining stories without writing them further out.

Random brain rot under, open at your own risk:

Imagine Atsumu not appreciating you the first lifetime. Gonna make you royalty btw hehehee. He thought you'll always be around, he takes you for granted, and it was his mistake and selfishness that you lost your memories. Maybe they are like fragments scattered across the lands of this historical fantasy universe; maybe you two will have to make a journey to a sacred land to find a goddess or sorcerer of sorts.

Riddled with guilt and just a shell of what you once were, the two of you journey to try and retrieve your memories. Along the way, joined by others like Kita Shinsuke and Suna Rintarou, etc. Atsumu is in utter pain seeing you become closer to Kita, don't you remember how much you actually loved him, Miya Atsumu? So much good time together. Ah, that's right, only he has those memories now.

But fate would have it that you still end up falling in love with Miya Atsumu. The same way, the same reason. Something tells you there was a past between the two of you, a lot of history, and even more pain. Atsumu tells you that you two were once lovers. But you can't be so sure if he loves the current you, or the other you. You are jealous of the self that you are trying to find back because you believe that Atsumu only loves that you. You don't realize that Miya Atsumu loves all of you. You are different and the same.

In the end, because of some magical boss battle that I absolutely cannot come up using logic, but anyway it's pretty epic and dire. Anyhoot, Atsumu is on the verge of defeat and he's screaming at you to just make a run for it and retrieve the last bit of your memories. Because otherwise, it's all just a waste of energy and a journey otherwise. You choose to save him, just like you did the first time, you'll always choose Miya Atsumu. There's like a lot of memories built already, no? Those old memories, the pain that came with it, the good times layered in-between, it's okay if they are gone. Yayyy. Flower petals in the air. Happily ever after... after some teary hugs and confessions. Wheeeeeee.

[jam-is-my-food]

manuscript search tag ( again )

ty for the tags @loch-nessie-official and @mintyvolt!! ( yes. both of them. again. ) this time i’m going to search all the words in both manuscripts i have and include whichever got results. let’s go~

future reffy here: for some reason most of my words ended up being in Two Years Dead and Still Going Strong. this was not intentional. anyway.

words ( from my best bitch to bitch about bitchier bitches with ): shake, gasp, heart, shatter, fall

shake ( 1 result )

story: survivor.

[ retracted because spoilers ]

shake ( 1 result )

story: Two Years Dead and Still Going Strong

Lucinda felt a spark of hatred ignite in her gut; she opened her mouth, though to say what she wasn’t sure, but was interrupted by Millicent. The child had climbed rather daringly over the fallen door and was now at the foot of her chair, looking up at her with a mix of fear and excitement. “Hi,” she said shyly.

“Hello,” Lucinda replied stiffly.

“What’s your name?” She gave a small, angelic smile. “I’m Miwwie.”

“Lucinda Yarbush,” Lucinda said irritably, putting out a hand for the girl to shake.

Millicent stared at Lucinda’s hand, awed, before slowly clutching it with her tiny fingers. “I’m Miwwie,” she said again.

“So we’ve covered,” Lucinda snapped.

( you better be stanning millie right now, that’s all i’m going to say )

gasp ( 5 results )

story: Two Years Dead and Still Going Strong

Lucinda snapped. “Cel, malsit!” She immediately regretted it; it was a foolish thing to curse at a spell, even if all you said was “faster, damn it,” even if the spell in question was a young, docile, rather harmless thing. And she was lucky it was, because the spell simply gasped a little and hurried to do her bidding, speeding the journey up triplefold, so that the six feet or so of dirt spat out two old corpses and a quilt-patched cat just as the dirt around it collapsed.

heart ( 4 results )

story: Two Years Dead and Still Going Strong

Lucinda knew her grave inscription by heart. Lucinda Yarbush: Wickedest of them all. She had decided on it decades before she had actually died: when she was 80, she believed, and had been sent a form by mail to fill out in case of decease. She still believed Marya had intercepted it and laced the envelope with poison. The joke was on her, then; Lucinda never touched anything without chanting rep venen under her breath. As soon as the envelope had turned lavender, she’d brought out her cane and dragged the letter out with that, fully prepared to throw the both of them in the fire if the letter had tested positive for the poison as well. As it turned out, it hadn’t, and she had slaughtered Marya the next day anyway. (It was rather a shame, as Marya had become a talented sorceress, but it had to be done; her great-niece was getting simply too full of herself.)

( yessir we got our first paragraph not counting the prologue right here hehehee )

shatter ( 0 results )

stories: both

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fall ( 1 result )

story: survivor.

Ana falls

( this is from my spoiler section so i literally cannot say more than that )

fall ( 1 result )

story: Two Years Dead and Still Going Strong

“Who are you?” Lucinda asked bluntly, slowly propping herself up on the side of her coffin. She glanced upwards to make sure no more dirt would fall on her face, then looked back at the woman.

now for my daughter’s tag... words: curse, deign, low, ruin, shit

curse ( 6 results )

story: Two Years Dead and Still Going Strong

With plenty of time and nothing much to do, Lucinda had decided to go ahead and spell Robbie, even if he hadn’t put Comic Sans on her gravestone. There was still the small matter of him having killed her, which she fully believed warranted a curse or two. (Especially since he had thought he was extinguishing her spirit.) So there the sorceress was, sitting in a rather uncomfortable coffin, eyes closed and wrists facing up, chanting mal sensi and cackling every so often. It would probably have been highly disconcerting to anyone who’d have seen it, but as far as Lucinda was concerned, she was utterly and completely alone.

And, to be fair, she was. Until Bertha slid into her coffin.

deign ( 0 results )

stories: both

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low ( 4 results )

story: survivor.

I hadn’t realized until this moment, my legs swinging off of my bed and the remnants of that stupid fucking voice memo hanging in the air, how empty I am. Hollow.

I’m gonna die of laughter someday. Everything, a joke. Until it isn’t.

I think I’d be hurling my phone across the room if I wasn’t so goddamned tired.

( not technically ‘ low ‘ but yk it came up )

low ( 2 results )

story: Two Years Dead and Still Going Strong

Before Lucinda could contemplate what this meant, Bernard let out a low growl. “Someone has been here recently,” he hissed, nodding to a trail of light, appearingly fresh footprints that led up to the door of the hut. “I thought I smelled something different.”

ruin ( 3 results )

story: survivor.

I heard my mother talking to the doctors. She thinks I’m in shock. Numb. I’m not numb. I feel everything, so acutely. Too acutely.

No, I am not numb. I am angry. I want - need - to find who did this, to scream at them because they ruined EVERYTHING. I want to hurt them. The way they hurt me. The way they hurt Ana.

shit ( 3 results )

story: survivor.

When you witness a murder you should remember what happens, right?

I should. I don’t know why I don’t. I don’t know why I can’t.

They say, selective memory loss. Trauma.

I say, bullshit.

Ana is dead. And I am going to murder her killer.

words for people tagged: pain, blur, slip, glance, laugh

tags: anyone who sees this, i’m too lazy to think of people

[starsreign]

☆ /  @irnmaidn​ :  🌠 give me all of them !!! 💖            SEND 🌠 && I'LL RECOMMEND A PLOT FOR US TO TRY OUT !!  || accepting !!

i added a few recently too so like...this gonna be long sry....

☆ AHRI.   i mean...would cass like to meet a sexy fox spirit ?? because she could if she wants !! she’s curious && fairly cordial but she’s very deadly && mysterious && just kind of comes off with an air of uncertainty whether u should trust her or not && i think that’d be fun with cass cause we kno she loves dangerous mysterious women with a taste for biting wit. but in my tangled verse it’s similar to her canon -- she’s a fox spirit && has been alive for so long, ever searching for where her people like her are && where she came from. so perhaps cass could run into her && help ahri post series ?? or she could simply be along for the ride with mysterious && selfish reasons she won’t say but either way it’s always interesting to think about when her cloak finally drops && cass gets to find out about the fox ears && nine tails ;’) also she’d probably flirt with cass sry not sry

☆ NEEKO.   iiim admittedly still working on her tangled verse cause she’s a chameleon but pls love my lesbian chameleon girl she deserves the world tbh ?? she’s extremely sweet despite her entire tribe being destroyed && killed && she FELT every single bit of it && felt her people fade away. she’s pure sunshine but she WILL fight when she has to, when there’s no other option or when people with good sho’ma are endangered. she’s looking to make a new tribe for herself now -- made up of everyone, not just oovi-kat, so she really takes in everyone who she can && who is willing. she can shapeshift by extending her sho’ma to other’s sho’ma which is a sort of spiritual essence && she can borrow their appearance, gain current emotional state && recent memories to better camouflage as them && immediately kno friend from foe so i think it’d be rly neat tbh for cass to encounter that ?? plus with neeko she wouldn’t have to open up too much or have to fight to express her emotions or voice them since neeko can feel && sense && taste emotion -- they have colours && tastes to her. she can also split herself into two, sending out a clone of herself while she becomes invisible && has a lot of floral / plant based magic as well so i think she’d rly vibe with ur cass portrayal !! but tbh she’s very chipper upbeat && kinda rapunzely personality wise -- she’s just very curious about the world && wants to learn everything since she was from a magical tribe that isolated themselves from the world, so for hundreds of years she’s literally ONLY known her tribe && their home && it’s EXTREMELY different from the world ?? she’s so used to not physically speaking && just extending sho’ma && reading emotions from each other, so she struggles with communication && that can frustrate her sometimes, but she’s knows emotions && she can see past like faking things or past all those walls she’s got up !! it’d be neat...theyd be....cute tbh... i rambled too much but i just rly love neeko sm n if u wanna kno more about her or any of these u can ask too !! also...not for nothing but neeko rly rly loves n swoons for strong badass ladies !!

☆ KINDRED.    kindred is literally just...y’kno...death, the grim reaper whatever u wanna call them !! they’re as old as the concept of death && started as one man who cleaved himself in two so he’d have a friend -- they understand the deep pain of loneliness despite having each other now because they were born from loneliness. they’d sense that from her && i think there’s plenty of times she could have met them, when death was near to her or around her && theyre certainly not entirely happy about her resurrection. they’re easily translatable into any verse but they are very ethereal && magical && love to play with people. so anything considering death. near death or perhaps just running into them if cass happens near a particularly brutal bandit robbery about to take place on the road that ultimately she wont be able to stop even if they tell her about it :’)

☆ HANA.   hjdksmd u kno i love these already n all we’ve talked about aa !! but also i’d literally be up for anything i love them sm already !! but like ?? soft moments ?? cass getting to come to her kingdom ?? getting to pilot the mechs n getting to just uuhhhh live her life be free n be happy ??

but also :eyes: hehe what if we also have a plotline where hana finds out about the moonstone thing n meets her while she has the moonstone n tries to talk her down :’) possibly mushy stuff they don’t wanna say could come out too mayhaps :thinking:

☆ AMITY.   she’s a little witch !! in her tangled verse she’s still a witch but she && her family are more in hiding about their powers && school so they’re all hidden away but amity’s family is a very, very noble family with a lot of money && power -- which extends to magic too lol. but it’d be Neat to meet cass n like amity looking up to her ?? she’s a lot like cass tbh, pretentious mean girl type who is rly rly icy n mean n sassy on the outside but she’s soft inside she just CANNOT show weakness n she oof is rly oppressed by her family n standards set for her n she ALSO has a crush on a sunshine girl who happens to be human. n she reads to younger kids n helps them out she’s softe secretly...just has a lot of pressure on her -- her parents wont let her hang around witches with lesser talent either. they’d get along i think after like tension but she’s just a lil teen witch n needs a good strong role model but she could also help cass out with the whole magic thing ykno ?? 

☆ PERFUMA.   ooooh they’d be cute !! perfuma is just...so sweet n positive n !! i’d love to interact with her in any of ur she.ra verses or i could absolutely try to fit her into a tangled verse but i’d absolutely want to keep her plant powers but that’d be neat with ur cass n her powers too !!

oh !! or aaalso, concept: we could have perfuma interacting with chrys !! n like when her n cass start working with the princess alliance n her helping them out n giving them insider info even if shes nervous n its dangerous n just perfuma helping her with that n giving her pep talks about her being brave ?? helping her with fashion stuff, helping her adjust to life where her sister can’t help as much ?? that’d be so cute bhadjksbh

☆ AKALI.   hehehee akali n cass would be hilarious at first i swear it -- they’re both headstrong, stubborn && sassy tbh. she’s from an order of acolytes that try to keep the balance of the spiritual / magical realm && the outside realms; she was raised in it && her mother && father were higher ups && very powerful in the order -- her father died in an attack led by her master’s friend on the order && they had to flee && try to remake with smaller ranks when she was very young. she succeeded her mother as the fist of the shadow but could not vibe with the way her master wasn’t taking action like she wanted to -- she wanted to restore balance in her way && she wanted to spill blood to do it because that’d be the only way to do it, so as an adult she just peaced off to do it her own way. && tbh that could fit in with a tangled verse -- just in the shadows, keeping the balance of magic unseen to most. she’s a trained assassin && she can literally throw three kunai && pierce three different hearts while in the midst of a smoke bomb like she’s insanely good -- she is also tiny n has some amazing muscles on her arms back && has very visible abs n she sexy n she kills me daily !! but they could get along ?? she does some magic but she was never the best at it tbh but depending on where in the timeline they meet it could be interesting ?? like s1 would be neat for her to meet someone like akali ?? another strong woman fighter but she also comes from a place that praised women’s strength instead of putting it down -- buuuuut she was hiiiighly ignored by her own mother in favour of another neophyte growing up so....ykno...Mood right ?? it stings a lot -- she saved everyone from a corrupted tree spirit n had the girl she looked up to spit in her face because she lost her leg n blamed it on akali && then her mother praised the girl instead of akali despite the other kids telling her what akali had done n singlehandedly dragged them to safety n she was like around nine or ten or so at the time... but it’d be cool if they met s1 n got to kno each other n maaaybe akali joins them on their journey since it has a lot to do with restoring the magical balance of the world n they could use a master assassin but also...the angst with cass taking the moonstone n the conflict akali would face about having to oust her cause ykno...shes fucking up the balance n thats her ykno....entire purpose riiiip

☆ WIDOWMAKER.   IDK BUT OOF i love widow. i haven’t thought about a tangled verse or a fantasy verse but like uuhhh something about being a french noblewoman married to a freedomfighter but ending up being brainwashed by some magical sect or talon but they’re part of zhan tiris crew or whatever ?? might be neat. she killed her husband && she’s just a little bit possessed now && a ruthless killer. so maaaaaybe....her trying to stop them on their journey to the dark kingdom ?? but her brainwashing starts wearing off the more she’s away from the source tbh -- but also, she’d be on cass’ side when she has the moonstone n honestly that’s very powerful, she’d have a very powerful ally to keep her on track && help like tell her she’s doing great because in the end she’s on zhan tiris side && she can probably see her the whole time && would be working to help get her back to power. also up in the air whether she ends up regaining herself later on && helping cass escape or whatever but she’d feel intensely guilty yikes but anyway i think it’d be honestly rly rly interesting n i’d love to do something with this if u’d be up for it bhdajkmd n like i said we can talk about any of these if u want too !! 

☆ BENSON.   i have zero ideas for this right now because his series is just so far removed from tangled....it’s a post apocalyptic universe where there’s extremely large animals some of which can talk n want to destroy humans who all live under the surface mostly except the ones who try to survive on the surface. TBH u’d love it...i think u’d love wolf specifically too ?? i dont wanna spoil anything but yeah it might be something u might enjoy ??

but also like mlm wlw solidarity pls ?? he’s a pretty carefree but smart gay teen, he’d get along pretty well with her n play off her iciness cause he’s just like that ?? he started off just caring only for himself n his bug buddy n just thieving a lot but like got a lot of character development -- but i guess he could be a thief in tangled verse ?? n like grow out of it or she could show him there’s better ways n stuff ?? idk...

[narniaandplowmen]

Mysterious Fathoms Below (3/8)

Fandom: OUAT Pairing: Captain Swan Also on AO3

Rated: General Audiences Complete Full Fic is 12005 words

Summary:  When a storm throws Killian overboard, a mysterious mermaid who saves him. Now it is up to him to save her and bring her back home.

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CHAPTER 3 - Buttercup Mark

“A two-minute swim,” Killian huffed. “Sure, for a mermaid it is.” It had taken him almost ten times as long to reach the coast, and another couple of minutes to find a place that wasn't made out of gold where he could actually climb on land. He was soaked and cold and frustrated. And, he had to admit, curious. Why did that mermaid save him? And what had she meant with her parting words? “Excuse me,” he approached a young boy carrying a bucket and a mop. ”Have you seen a splendid ship docked here, named the Jolly Roger?”

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“I-I'm sorry Captain, w-we thought you were dead, Captain, I- we-”

“It's okay Smee,” Killian replied in an annoyed huff. He turned and continued inspecting the Jolly Roger. It would cost quite a lot of gold to repair the damage the storm had brought. The mast was broken and the rudder was almost splintered. He thought back at Emma. “Smee. How do you contact a mermaid King and Queen?”

“Why, captain?”

“Don't ask me why, Smee. Tell me how.”

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A merman hurried through the hallways of the underwater castle. He passed rich statues, beautiful curtains, immense portraits without even a passing glance. He only stopped when the giant doors to the throne room were right in front of him. “I bring news for the King and Queen. It's urgent.” The doors open and reveal a gigantic room. Gorgeous pillars holding up a shimmering roof covering two towering thrones, seating a black-haired woman sitting proudly next to her blonde husband. Only those who look carefully would be able to see the bags underneath their eyes, the weight on their shoulders and the grief in their hearts. “Your Majesties. A pirate has arrived at the Sunrock. He said he wanted to speak to you. He said it was urgent. He said it was about-” the man swallowed, fearing his message was just false hope. “About Princess Emma.” the King and Queen rose at once. Gossiping voices filled the room. It had been a while since news about the lost princess had reached the castle. Most of it was false anyway, but the King and Queen refused to give up hope. The punishment for false information was severe, ranging from steep fines to eternity in prison.

“Who is this pirate? Bring us to him!”

“He- He said he would return in two days, my Queen. He said, that if you would see him, he'd be at the Sunrock at dawn.”

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Mr Smee looked at his Captain in shock. “A magic bean? How did you get that?”

“Let's just say, Mr. Smee, that someone owed me a favour.”

“If we sold that-” Killian could almost see the gold coins in his eyes. “We- we'd be rich! We'd be able to repair the ship a dozen times over!”

“Aye, but we could be even richer if we use this bean to pick up a little package.” Smee grinned.

“Well, Captain, where are we going?”

“Anaheim.”

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Emma threw the shell on the floor. Again a dead trail. That stupid merman really did not want to be found. He was good. Better than the previous bastards she had caught. But she liked a challenge. What was she missing? She read through the information again, but her buttercup mark, as well as the memories of the events following the previous storm, kept distracting her. She sighed and got up. This was no use. She should never have saved that blasted, lying, human pirate. He knew nothing about her, or her life, or her parents. For all she knew, he could've overheard her name somewhere, recognised her mark and made something up on the spot to save himself. Of course, Emma had heard tales of the lost princess of Atlantia. Many girls her age had dreamed that they were the one. Emma had allowed herself to dream too, once. But she had been found many realms away, left in a kelp forest. She was lucky someone had found her, or her life would have ended right there. A soft little dinner on a green platter, for any interested shark to devour. Emma huffed, grabbing a piece of cloth to cover her buttercup mark. Her? A princess? She looked down at her tail, absentmindedly tracing the small lines over her fin. The result of her punishments in the orphanages, too many to count. For speaking before her turn, for fighting, for stealing food, or talking back at the supervisors. For not selling enough, for selling too many. There was always a reason to be suspected of stealing or misbehaving in any way. No, Emma wasn't a princess, she was a simple, ordinary orphan with a job and a fugitive merman to find. A stupid, lying pirate would not change a thing about that.

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There was already someone on the island when she arrived for her weekly sunbath. It was the pirate, casually sitting in the sand and throwing dice. “What are you doing here? And how did you even get here?” Emma asked, with a disgusted voice.

“What is it love, not happy to see me?”

“I brought you to your ship. Whatever you need I am not giving it to you.”

“Well,' Killian smiled. “It seems like I have misplaced myself again. My crew and I were looking for- treasure.”

“And you were wondering if you could steal some from me?”

“No.” the pirate replied, rolling his dice again. 2 sixes and a four. “I know well enough you don't have any to spend.”

“Excuse me?”

“Emma Swan. Bail bond mermaid. Orphan. Late on rent.”

“Did you spy on me?” The dice again rolled over the wet sand, resulting in a five, a three and a two. The black-haired pirate cursed underneath his breath, apparently having lost the game against himself.

“You are not the only one capable of doing research,” he replied.

“You come to my realm, on my island, just to insult me?”

“No, I came to your realm, to your island, to offer you a deal.”

“I am not stealing anything for you, filthy-”

“I am well aware of your opinion on me. Now, at last here me out. I can get you a large sum of money, enough for a whole year of rent, if you can get me and my crew back to the Enchanted Forest by dawn, tomorrow. Right around the SunRock, that would be great.” Emma raised an eyebrow.

“And where would you get that money?”

“Ah, a pirate never reveals his secrets.”

“Why should I trust that you will actually pay me?”

“You can't. But right now, I am your only bet at gaining anything. And it shouldn't take you longer than an hour.” Killian got up and walked towards a small boat dragged on the sand. “Just think about it. I will be back here tomorrow, an hour before dawn. Enjoy your sunbath.” With those words, he dragged the boat back into the sea and rowed away.

“Fine. I'll do it.” Emma said, even before Killian could open his mouth. She had received a not-so-friendly visit from her homeowner about the rent. She needed that money, now. And, as much as she hated to admit it, the pirate was right. He was her only bet. There was no chance she'd find the fugitive merman in time, and that would still leave next month's rent to be paid. “Let's go to your ship, I'll make you a portal and you better pay me after we arrive.”

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“She is beautiful! Our little princess,” the King smiled upon his newborn daughter. “

She has your hair.” his wife replied.

“But she has your tail.” he countered, hugging his wife tight. Suddenly, the seafloor started to shake, and the castle with it. Black waves upon waves entered through the now shattered windows and the newly forming cracks in the floor, swirling around, snatching the infant from its parents.

“No!” The Queen's scream has not yet died away before a black-tailed mermaid enters the room, cackling. '

“I told you I would destroy your happiness. Well, here I am, to fulfil my promise. You didn't think I would forget about it, did you?”

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 Snow and her husband looked at each other, nervously. The two days were over and almost the entire court had gathered at the SunRock. Ruby, her loyal friend, dove up behind her. “Do you want more privacy?” she whispered.

“Yes.” The mermaid Queen could not say more, in fear she would break down in front of the crowd. In the past twenty-eight years she had tried so desperately not to lose hope, but each false report of someone promising they'd seen their daughter was a huge blow to the royal couple. Yet, with every report, they could not help but hope. Twenty-eight years and three days, it had been since the Sea Witch had created her terrible storm, stealing their child and laughing, laughing about it. They had captured her, removed her magic and chained her up, but she refused to talk. The princess had disappeared, and the royal's happiness with it.

A shark with red stripes appeared, chasing away the curious crowd. Snow smiled, recognising the over-dramatic flair of her friend. Even though by now many people knew of the shape-shifting abilities of the Queen's best friend, they still feared the shark when it appeared. Suddenly, a surge of magic disturbed the water and a huge pirate ship appeared nearby the rock. The Queen was extra grateful for her friend, for the ship would have injured some of the crowd gathered to potentially see the mermaid princess for the first time. The King and Queen locked eyes, held hands and waited.

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“You want to find your child again, dearie?” A golden merman locked in a cage giggled. 'You know me, I'm always willing to make a deal!”

“What do you want?” The desperate couple replied.

“Hehehee! You. Want help. From me? What a delightful turn of events! Hmmm. Yes, yes, I know what I want! That magic squid of yours. The one whose ink got me locked up in this cage?”

“I am not going to kill him.”  Even though the Queen's face is filled with tears, her voice is unwavering. “He is my friend.”

“Oh no, dearie, you don't have to kill him. Squid was never really my favourite meal, you know. I just want you to- empty the cartridge.”

“What?”

“Well, get rid of its ink, of course! You must realise, that black stuff is horrible for your clothes. I was wearing my good shirt when you caught me!”

“And if we do it. Can help us find our daughter?”

“Your daughter? Oh, she is lost for the next twenty-eight years, of course.”

“What?”

“Part of the curse, you know. Nothing I can do about that”!

“Let's go. He is of no use.”

The King started to turn around, grabbing his wife's arm to take her with him.

“Wait wait wait!”  The golden merman looked panicked.

“What do you want, Rumplestiltskin?” The Queen sounded tired. The golden creature closed his eyes, waving his hands as if seeing through them.

“Someone will find your child, at her twenty-eighth birthday. He will bring her back to you. She will have a perfect little buttercup mark, on her left wrist.” He opened his eyes again and giggled. “H ow ridiculous! Why would an adolescent mermaid, who thinks she is an orphan, ever believe someone telling her she is a lost princess?”

“Can you help, or not?”

“Of course I can help! I can make you a trinket, hmm, let's make it a crown! Seems fitting, no? And then, when you place it upon your head, he will understand. How about that, for a deal?”

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“Now, pay up.” It was the first time Emma spoke after agreeing to create the portal. Killian looked down at the mermaid beneath him, then at the SunRock a few dozen meters away. The King and Queen were there, as promised. Emma did not seem to have noticed them yet. “I brought you to your stupid SunRock, now I want my payment. You have wasted enough of my time.”

“Calm down lass, your payment is coming.” Killian jumped down into the water. Emma turned, suddenly noticing the mermaid guards around the nearby rock.

“What is happening?” Emma panicked. “Where did you take me? What did you do?!”

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Emma prided herself on being a fast swimmer. But she was carrying a bag of diamond necklaces, which did not necessarily improve her speed. She knew the neighbourhood well, she and Neal had made sure to discover all the best hiding spots before attempting their heist. But something had gone wrong, and now she was being chased by a whole police force. They knew. They knew she was coming. It was Neal, it must have been him. There was nobody else that knew of their plans. And why else wouldn't Neal be waiting at their rendezvous point? He had betrayed her. Emma had no time to wipe away her tears as she turned a corner, and another one. She was fast, but the mermaids chasing her were faster. Before she knew it, she was locked up. One and a half years in prison. No probation. From that moment on, Emma had decided never to trust anyone again. She had become a bail bonds mermaid, chasing cheating husbands and stealing business managers. But, even though her job got her into constant contact with the police, she never trusted them. Or anyone. Ever again.

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Calm down, lass, calm down!” Killian saw the panicked look in Emma's eyes.

“Where did you bring me?” Suddenly, a knife was pushed against his throat.

“Technically,” he answered, trying to stay afloat without pushing himself further into Emma's knife, “you brought us here.” Suddenly, a two faces dove up out of the water next to them A man and a woman, looking at her with an emotion Emma could not place. Emma glanced at the crowns firmly placed upon the mermaid's and merman's head. She lowered her knife and awkwardly nodded at them.

“Your- Your Majesties?”

“Emma?” the woman replied, her voice disbelieving.

“How- How do you know me?” Suddenly, she turned around to face Killian, again pointing her knife at him. “Is this because of your ridiculous notion that I am some lost princess, just because I have a mark similar to that of the royal crest?”

“So it is true?” the merman looked at her incredulously.

“May we- may we see your mark?” the Queen added, pleading. Hesitantly, Emma held out her left arm. Before she knew it, the Royal couple of Atlantia engulfed her in a tearful hug.

“What is happening?”

“You're our daughter, Emma.” the teary-eyed Queen replied.

“No.” Emma pulled back. “I am an orphan, found in a kelp forest. I am not your child, I am sorry for wasting your time.' Emma started to turn around. The King held out a silver trinket. A tiara.

“Please. Just put it on, and you will understand.”

“I am sorry, Your Highness.” But before she could dive, the crown was already placed upon her head and everything went black.

 ~   ~   ~   ~

A black-tailed mermaid, crashing a Royal wedding. “ I will destroy your happiness if it is the last thing I do.”

Black waves and a mother's cry as a baby is swept away.

Orders shouted at soldiers, to search each and every realm.

Royal visits to each on-land country, asking for their daughter.

Promised rewards, a captured SeaWitch refusing to talk.

Tearful nights, political advisors stating the hopelessness of the situation.

Requests to stop the expensive search, a vetoed protest by the King and Queen.

False information and deceptions.

A twenty-eight-year-long search for their missing daughter, for the lost princess of Atlantia.

For her.

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Killian Jones smiled and turned as he saw his blonde saviour embrace her parents. “Get the anchor, Smee.” he said, after climbing back aboard.

“But Captain- the gold? Treasure? Reward?”

“We're going, Smee.' Killian turned and started shouting commands to his crew. He knew he would be welcome at the royal mermaid family at any time. And, if he was honest, he would not mind getting to know the newly found princess a bit better.

[cubanmalefootlover]

Ejaculatus ad Infinitum

(Inspired in a picture I found here on Tumblr, hope you like it)

Tom never thought how his luck would change when he said good bye to his lovely wife that early morning. He was a prolific family man; his first wife died young and left seven children under his care. Few years later he married again and got six kids more. Tom owned a big physique, inheritance from his brawny Irish uncles. His rugged face was crowned by abundant hair, big deep eyes and beard. He was very hardworking and honest, he earned his life working the land, as constructor and others hard jobs. But always honourably despite he was just a simple plebeian by birth. Feed thirteen kids wasn’t an easy task for a poor British peasant in 660 A.d.

Dark forces hovered over the kingdom; covetous men fought for power. It was a normal morning like any other; today Tom had got a job chopping wood. Before the sun rise, he dressed with his usual garment: hat, shirt, jacket, pants, boots and left with a hope in his good heart.  

Regardless of his wife’s warning, Tom used to go without company. The forest was lonely, quiet and sometimes haunting breezes prowled around. It was deliciously peaceful and a sweet aroma wafted in the benign air. Particularly enthralled by the warm breeze, the man walked beyond than he’d ever gone before. A happy smile lit his face and started his job full of energy.  

It’s heard strange noises. He scanned all around, but there was any soul except him. “Some animal”, he grabbed his axe watchfully for a while.    

“You ought not to come alone in the forest, woodcutter”, hissed a charming voice.

He thought to himself he was just tired and missed his wife, so he sipped water from a nearby spring and lay on the lush mattress of grass. A nice drowsiness made him dropped off into a blissful sleep. Suddenly, four heavy hands seized him by his shoulders. He saw two high figures at his sides wearing dark robes and hood. Being strong and big enough, Tom fought wildly to get free from those iron grips, but his captors were tougher and dragged him by the wood as if he were a sack of straw. He screamed for help, prayed, begged and kept struggling with all his might. His captors put a cloth over his head and everything went black around, making him sink into helplessness while he was forcefully carried along a bushy ground first and then a stoned path toward somewhere.  

After leading him through several halls, stairs and doors, they finally stopped behind a door and forced him to lie down on a table. He still had the cloth covering his head, so he couldn’t get a clue about where he was. The hood was pulled out of his head and his eyes collided with a creepy room, absolutely unfamiliar, intimidating.

-Welcome to my castle, woodcutter –said that voice heard in the wood.

He fixated his eyes in a woman wearing dark clothes, with a piercing look, strange tattoos and a necklace with odd objects.  

-Who are you? –he asked.  

-You don’t need to know who I am –she answered.

-Please, I…I have thirteen children to feed… -he pleaded.

-I also have an offspring to feed, woodcutter –said the woman.

The two captors stayed at both sides of the table holding him by his shoulders. As she waved her hands, a black smoke crawled by the floor and snatched his arms and legs. Again Tom struggled to get him free without success. In no time he found himself lying on his back with that eerie smoke grabbing his elbows, wrists, knees and ankles.

-Take his shoes off –the woman commanded.

The dark-robed men immediately obeyed by tugging at the enormous shoes of the captive, yanking them off to expose a pair of sweaty bare feet. Tom twitched his toes and scrunched his high-arched soles, discomfited by their nakedness. The lady stared at the man’s feet with approval in spite of a pungent smell filled the room as soon as they got out of their damp enclosure. In contrast with his slightly suntanned skin, Tom’s feet were pallid white since they were encased in shoes most of the time and they were truly huge with 15 inches long from heel to toes. The toes were long, thick and curved a bit with strong knuckles and tufts of hair on them as well as on the insteps. The toenails were somewhat dirty and needed a trim. The heels and ball of his feet were meaty and reddish in contrast with the pale arches. He had calluses on the soles of his feet from years of hard work which made them look even more masculine; although, unlike beaten and hardened laborer’s feet, his were soft from sweating too much inside his boots the whole time.

Poor Tom was sure he was going to be tortured for something he couldn’t comprehend yet.  

-Please, please have mercy! I took no part in any rebellion against Their Majesties! Me and my family are absolutely loyal! I pay all my taxes! I haven’t committed any crime…! I'm a quiet family father…!!!

The woman came to the end of the table and rested his hands on the captive’s insteps as breathed in deeply the intense acrid stench wafting in the air. Rich and poor men had something in common: after a few days without being washed, their feet release a distinctive reek. And she could tell from just the smell of Tom’s feet how long they had been inside shoes and when was the last time they were bathed. Tom noticed how long the nails of this woman were. She rested his long fingernails over Tom’s rugged heels, just below the arches and gently began to scratch the tips up and down.

-He-hehehee-hehe-hihaha…

-I’m testing your flesh first –said the woman, again pleased with what she saw-. You’re quite responsive. Let’s see a little faster…

Her fingernails sped up bit a bit the sole-scratching. Tom was feeling now uncomfortable and squirmed in the table. He clenched his jaws as curled his toes. Big drops of sweat formed on his forehead and chest. He prayed to God, but anything could avert his strength crashed miserably into desperation. He finally broke down…  

-AAAHAHAHAHA…AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!! OWWOHOHOHOHO STOP STOP PLEASE NO- NOOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA HA!!!! PLEASE IT TICKLES…IT TICKLES… IT TIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLES TOOOHAHAHUHUW MUUCHH GAHAHADS!!  PLEASE NO… PLEEHEHEHEHZZ NOHOHOHOHOO…I CAHAHAHAHANNT!!!!

Tom was in hysterics. His tough feet were ticklish as hell! The magic knots prevented all movement except his toes to wiggle, which they did frantically. But nothing relieved the torment of his exposed soles which were the main target of this evil woman.

-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!! STOHOHOPHAHAHAHAHAWW!!!! BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!! IHIHAHIAHIAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAWUHUHUAAAAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!!!

When he was a kid, his armpits and ribs were frequently attacked during games. Actually, he hadn’t memories of having his feet tickled. Worst to him, because it had been the opportunity to know that they were his hot spot! Now he could do nothing to stop his predicament or escape. Held in place and helplessly barefoot, his huge soles were obliged to suffer the most terrible and relentless assault. His laughter poured out of him in loud gusts, constant, frenzied guffaws drawn from his mouth.

-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! OHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA IAAHAHAHAHAHAIHIHIHIHIHIHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! NOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!!! NOHOHOHOHOHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! HOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!! STAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHA HAHIIHIHAHAHAAA!!!!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH EHEHEHEEEEEZZZZHH!!!!

The feelings of those scratching nails working all over his sweaty soles were the most awful experience he’d undergone in his life. Tom thrashed his head from side to side, his body convulsed pitifully under these unforgiving smoke-bonds as the woman continued taking full advantage of his weakness. She danced, raked and scraped her long nails all over the soles of his feet, making his mouth flood with dramatic roars of laughter that prevented him from thinking clearly, much less speaking intelligibly, gasping and shrieking like a man possessed.

-UWUUHUHEHEHOHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAAAAAWWW!!!!! BAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! MEEEHEHEHEHEHRCYHYHHIHI PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHZZZZZZE!!!! AIWIHIHIHIHIHIL GIVFYAAHAHA ANEHEHEHHEHEEHETHIINHGHGHGG HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YHUHUHUHUHUHUHU WANT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

The woman continued tickling Tom’s bare feet until his laughter became deep shriller. He’s sweating profusely and soon his robust body got drenched and glistened. She again and again travelled her wicked nails the whole map of those rugged soles when she suddenly changed tactic and immerse herself in darting her nails in-between his toes: Tom got totally beyond control. She looked disappointed, but kept her task tenaciously. Sometime later she started to see what she was waiting for: a bulge was rising under his pants to become a prominent tent.

She gave him a rest.

The woman again waved her hands and the rest of Tom’s clothes gone. When he realized he was buck naked, he blushed from embarrassment; despite her cruelty, he was a decent man nude in front of a woman. Yet his eyes grew wide open like saucers when he saw his penis became a solid rod pointing to the roof.  

-Why’re… you doing… this to me…? –he gasped with face soaked in tears and sweat. In fact, his strapping frame spread-eagled with his member standing up like the highest tree protruding from the wood was a wonderful sight to behold.

-Don’t be scared, woodcutter –said the woman-. All of you men suffer from this condition. There’s a secret link between your feet and your penis, so that when your soles are stimulated, your organ reacts sooner or later, even against your will… That’s what I need because I can’t touch your penis, but you must give me what I want.

-What is what you want, woman?! Please tell me and I’ll give you straight away! I’ll give you…I’ll give you whatever you want… just stop scratching my feet!! I can’t take more of this…!  

-I need something you naturally have in your body to feed my children –said the woman―. It’s not your blood; it’s not your flesh. It’s something that only you, son of Adam, have as an uninterrupted source and I must get it without touching your tackle, woodcutter.  

He gave her back his most confused look.  

-That you use to make children for the king –sentence the woman-, I will use it to create an army of monsters against the king. The spell requires the seed of a stud, just like you, father of thirteen kids.

Tom got discombobulated. He saw two diabolic claws with long nails moving toward his bare feet.

-Also demons feed with the juices of one elected Adam’s son. You, prolific woodcutter, have been chosen to accomplish this task. So, you will be subjected to this for all eternity. I condemn you to ejaculatus ad infinitum. From now on you won’t sleep. You won’t eat. You’ll never get old. You’ll stay strong and young. And never get tired!!

Tom was too busy processing the real sense of what he was told when those monsters claws started assaulting his soles. Agonic manly laughter filled the dungeon once again.

-NO-NO-NO MORE TICKLINONONOUGHH!! AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…!!!!

Those sharp claws didn’t hurt his skin, though, their evil touch was enough torturing to make him go crazy, writhing like mad, sputtering useless pleas to stop. Tom could feel the horniness boiling inside him, as well as his semen was churning within his swollen balls, ready to be shot. The claws stroked faster, focusing in certain spots of the man’s soles; one minute, two, three and… he shot and impressive load. The claws slowed their pace to let him recover himself while moaned and shuddered. The happy woman collected every drop from his stomach and chest.

After having ejaculated, his body was more responsive to the physical contact, which meant his feet were now twice more ticklish. His cock tilted to one side and the other, screaming for a real attention. Nonetheless, the woman never touched it to make the spell work successfully.  

Sometime later the claws sped up the scratching. His deep, manic guffaws shattered the silence of the dungeon, echoing round the stoned walls while those diabolic claws continued raking up and down his massive soles at once, periodically brushing the gaps between the toes.

After a few minutes, Tom came a second time and the claws again lighten the tickling. He was sure that he was going to die, but strangely, when they relented the tickling pace and his breath returned to normal, he was again fully alert and energetic as usual.

Before nightfall, the woman announced:

-Lord has made a banquet. Your laughter echoed through all the walls of the castle and we don’t want the guests get worry.

The thick, dark smoke crawled over Tom and started mummifying his big body from his head down, leaving a hole around his crotch where his rampant cock and jiggling balls sprouted up luxuriantly amid lush pubic hair. At the other end his bare huge feet remained exposed and at the claws’ mercy. The smoke also wrapped around his mouth. Tom screamed a muffled NO, until all that could be heard from him was:

-MMMMFFFH!!! MHMHMHMHPHMMHPH!!! MHMPHMMFMFMFMMM…!!!!!!!!

Over and over, Tom was tickled to death, except death never came. He was completely out of himself. He had become a mass of flesh, bones and nerves; no mind, no soul, no memories. Just these excruciating streams of ticklish madness running through his convulsing frame. This fire in his lungs spewed by his open-wide throat in form of uncontrollable laughter. And the urge of ejaculating was permanent. The claws never stopped their hellish task nor for a second… tickling his soles… tickling his soles… tickling his soles undyingly. The cocoon of his body jolted and squirmed riotously like a human earthquake.

Meanwhile the riches were eating and praising the king, not knowing their enemy was their host. Outside in the wood, the friends of Tom and his lovely wife were in search of him, but the only found on the ground were his malodorous shoes.  

Inside the dungeon of Lord’s castle, the good Tom ejaculated and ejaculated amidst gusts of inhuman laughter.  

[rivkahstudies]

i hope you've had a good shift at work!!! i don't know what to share other than that today i FINALLY got around to organising all my uni notes and files and it's like the biggest weight of my shoulders bc it's been on the back of my mind for literally months hahah!

i am the worst and forgot about these messages!! I put in my two weeks (one week) and I can’t believe that school is two weeks away… that is so amazing that you got things organized!! one of my before-college goals is going through aaaallllll my computer files and organizing/recycling. I don’t want to delete my IB files because they’re (painful but great) memories of all the work I did hehe but I do really want to reorganize (and honestly just take a trip down memory lane because there are some oooold abandoned drafts in here, hehehee.) anyway thank you for sending this to me even tho I am so late responding!!