#ack those are such sweet names

[pjsk-headcanons]

nenekasa au: why do our pets appear in more family portraits than your youngest daughter?

now now i don’t think i sent in part eight yet. mod i hope you liked my antoya au and my knmf triplets au

anyways moving on.

nenekasa are bad at planning. isn’t it obvious? the first show? they got married on a sliver of a whim, and proceeded to have twins on that same damn sliver? pretty obvious that they would probably not have a third child without extreme planning.

anyways they had a third baby. nene was shocked!!! well she was excited. tsukasa was too. the twins???

a1 was disgusted. a2 dry heaved. but they love their baby sister, k!!! i hope.

i should probably start using their names. so here’s a guide to all 3 tenma girls.

a1 is ayame tenma. she’s a star in a tetralogy i made on ao3 (iykyk….)!!!! she’s the oldest tenma girl (grandchild wise). she’s got stephen the tarantula. s

a2 is ayana tenma. she’s in the sims save. 🔥🔥 not much about her i made her on a whim

k is keiko tenma. she too is on the sims save. i almost cried because of how cute she is /srs. sims and their fucking baby shoes i��m gonna get you ea games 🙁

so yeah 💞

also i’m not opposed to being anon guessed!! :3

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[4k-starbound-k4]

Yandere Headcannons

Ft: Childe, Cyno, Kinich, Sethos, Wriothesley

Trigger warnings: Fem!reader, Stalking, Noncon, Breeding, Blood, Somnophilia, Abuse of power, Bondage, Corruption, Degradation, Male Manipulation, Slave kink, Oral fixation (m!receiving), Prey kink

Childe

FREAK! FREAK FREAK!

He stalks you for hours on end, days even.

Leaving the store in your cute adventurers’ outfit it drives him crazy. Those ribbons around her thighs make his mind spin.

When a sneznayian merchant comes to make a trade deal he’s pissed when the man calls you beautiful and implying you’d make a good wife! He knows you will but you’ll be HIS WIFE!

He thinks of how clueless you are when people start going missing and how members of the fatui don’t bother you anymore.

He especially thinks when you leave your bedroom window open. Far too many nights has he climbed inside and curled up to you.

You only bury your face in your pillow when he buries himself deep inside of you. He’s careful to go slow and stretch you just enough for him to do this every night. His fingers abusing your clit as you writhe in a deep sleep.

Tsarita forbid you moan another man’s name while he takes you. He’d have to spend the next night getting rid of them — and that pissed him off.

So when you have an eventful meeting with the head of Northland Bank, and you're forced to walk home with damp panties from the man’s constant teasing...

He’s quite quick to follow you home after expelling anger on an innocent mililithe guard. He didn’t care that blood stained his clothes or his hands. He wasn’t going to let that bitch banker take you from him. You’re his prize, and he had spent to many nights cumming in his hand to spare you from getting pregnant.

Not tonight.

He knocked. How polite. So, when you open the door to a deranged Childe covered in blood, your first thought is: he must be hurt!

“Childe? A-are you okay? Do you need me to help you?”

His eyes train on yours before walking in, forcing you back into the apartment before he wrapped a hand around your neck with a voice almost deadly, “You stupid slut, I’ve been so good not cumming in you! I haven’t hurt you either. Yet you let that bastard touch you!”

“Huh— I—ack I don’t—“

He walks you to your bedroom before shoving you against the wall, pushing up your night gown, “You’re mine, I’m going to make sure of that. I’ll make sure my sweet girl doesn’t get used by bad men.” He purrs in your ear before biting your shoulder.

Cyno

As the General Mahamatra you’d expect him to never do anything so terrible, especially not to the woman he loves.

Well, um, fuck the police!!

You were simply a student at the Akademyia, working hard on your studies. You never did anything wrong. So when The General enters your house one night, under the pretense of hearing you were studying forbidden knowledge, he took count of how you only slept in a tiny pair shorts and a sheer baby doll dress.

Your teary eyes and breasts made his head fog. He knew you were innocent the minute you threw yourself at his feet, begging for him to realize it was a misunderstanding.

“Please sir, you have to understand! I’m just studying King Destraht and the disappearance of dreams. I promise I didn’t do anything wrong! Please believe me.”

“If that’s the case you should become a dream keeper and stop wasting our time with nonsense.” He gripped your hair, making you look in his eyes as he shamelessly soaked up the sight of your breasts and tears. A sick smirk on his face as he lets you go roughly.

That’s when he started watching you. How you ran around Sumeru city, books to your chest. He wondered how much he could get away with.

It started simple. Like how you would you help him with task. Then he started questioning: would you follow him? Would you change your outfit if he said it wasn’t his standard? He found your innocence a major turn on.

He often called you naive and sweet, always ending it with, “If somebody hurts you tell me and I’ll handle it.”

So you’re walking back to the desert late at night. He stalked you into the ruins of the temple.

He quickly blows out the torch leaving you in the dark, and he takes no time before pinning you to the ground. Your eyes can’t see anything, especially not as well as his.

He pushes up your skirt and pulls off your panties as he kisses your neck. You crying and trying to fight was so cute, before he started to finger you slowly. Your first time being taken in a dirty temple by a man you couldn’t see! Oh, it stung his heart to see you so scared.

But he didn’t stop, making sure to take his time with you. He wanted you so confused as to why your pussy was craving this. He was suddenly training you for his size as he gets rougher. He feels you cum several times before his stamina depletes. He himself cumming inside you three times, pumping it in and out, until your pussy was dripping, a frothy mess from his cum and yours.

He left you there, but waited from afar as you went home crying, cum dripping down your leg as he had stolen your panties.

He waited for you to tell him, and his prayer came a month later when you came to him crying on a rainy night.

“Can I- can I stay with you please? Someone — a month ago — someone they- they forced themselves on me. I was so scared.” You cry.

“Sure thing, come tell me what happened. In detail so I can help you.” He picks you up and makes you straddle him on his couch.

As you tell him the story, he begins getting hard. Grinding you suddenly on his cock, burying his nose in your neck.

“C-Cyno? What are you doing?” You whimper as he kisses your neck.

“Shhh let me make it better.”

“Wait, Cyno.” You shake your head as he pins you to the couch.

It isn’t until he’s inside, and you're crying, does it click that it was him. You sob, but the way your cunt squeezes him, he knows you're bound to forgive him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

You'll forgive him because you're just so nice.

Kinich

Kinich is such a good boyfriend.

There’s truly nothing to complain about. He kisses you as much as he can and he loves you unconditionally. His family was terrible and he swore to never be like his father. So, each night he cradles you and tells you how much he loves you.

It was a normal day as you help around the Scions of the Canopy. Before heading home to make sure Kinich has something nice for dinner after the night's war.

When the door opens, his arms quickly find your waist. He reaches under your shirt and grips your breast as he kisses your neck leaving harsh bruises trailing down your throat.

“K-Kinich… are you okay?” Your voice shakes and shivers at his rough touch.

“Hehehe, You’re such a slut. Look at you shivering just from my touch.” A familiar voice made you glance back.

It’s Kinich's body however his hair was yellow and green; his eyes were more like emeralds than topaz. He has horns and a tail.

Ajaw

“I’m so tired of him fucking you like a princess. You’re nothing but a fatui slut. So you’ll be my pretty slave. Right? Wouldn’t want to lose Kinich’s soul forever, would we?” He taunts pushing your legs apart.

“Wait-I.” you whimper as he grinds on your ass.

“Are you denying me?! The great K'uhul Ajaw,” He pulls you away from the table, and throws you to the floor, before pulling you up to your knees pulling out his cock, pushing the sweaty member to your face.

“Go on suck, slut. If you do well at pleasing me, I won’t hurt you.” He laughs pushing his tip past your lips and forcing you to deep throat him.

Deep, spastic thrusts, nothing like your loving boyfriend who let you go at your own pace and was ever so kind. He fucked your throat like it was the last high he’d ever achieve.

When he cums he’s thoughtful enough to force you to swallow half. Pulling out and jerking the last few ribbons all over your face and tongue.

He drops down and kisses you, claws shredding your clothes from your skin as he forces you on your back. Threatening to make you fall in love with his cock so that you’ll beg for his cock instead of Kinich.

He puts your legs over his arms and fucks into you, immediately bottoming out, coaxing embarrassing squishing sounds, making you tear up as he laughs.

“Fatui slut, look at you so wet for the great Ajaw! Stop pretending you’re a good girl, you like being pinned down and fucked like my prey.” He laughs and mocks.

“No-no I’m a good girl. Please, I’m a good girl, Kinich please.” You moan, fucked a little too stupid.

“Stupid slut! My stupid human slut. I’m going to breed you stupid, we have all night til the resurrection, I’m going to break you.” He growls.

Sethos

Lucky girl. That’s what you are a lucky girl.

He watches as you walk around Sumeru. His eyes trained on you like a moth to a flame. He’s so quick to get in your way and help you.

“Hi! I was wondering do you need help?" he asks.

You appear to be from the city a bit turned around in the desert.

“I’m sorry, I’m trying to get to the jungle. I’ve been traveling from Natlan and I can’t seem to find the best way to the city?” You sigh.

“Well let me be your guide.” He offers his hand and starts the walk to the City.

He didn’t leave your side. Not when you had to find your mother. Not even when you were heartbroken to find out your mother was no longer in Sumeru. He even started leading you back to Natlan all for no charge.

He sat beside you on the cool morning in the desert sand. The both of you staring at Natlan in the distance.

“Hey? I mean I know you didn’t find your family but if you want you can um… stay with me?” He offers.

“Haha, don’t worry I have people waiting for me back in Natlan.” You smile sweetly at him.

“Oh yeah? Friends?” He scoots closer to you.

“Yeah, and a boyfriend. He was supposed to come with me, but he was busy with work.” You explain as his smile falls.

Cut to an hour later, him pushing your face into the wall of some ruins as he snapps his hips, making you cum and shiver. Your pretty eyes filling with tears as he grits his teeth, pulling out only to pick you up.

His hand firm on your throat as he pulls you back down on his fat cock, “You’re so lucky I saved you. Mmm baby don’t cry, you’re. So. Fucking. Uh-Lucky! I’m going to fucking keep you. Don’t worry I’ll give you a nice big family.”

Wriothesley

OH THE DUKE

When he caught you walking around with the hearth children, his heart almost exploded, gazing attentively as he watched you care for the kids.

He figured he could handle seeing you occasionally, but when he learned from Lyney that you left for Sneznaya often, it pissed him off.

He thought of ways to keep you but each time, he missed mark. He tried talking but it was taking long. He was an awkward guy after all, what would girl like youvwant with him?

Thats when there was an opening. Unwanted Fatui actives opened way to a court case. And you were brought to the fortress for questioning. The sight of you in hand cuffs makes his stomach sink and flip.

He can't help but watch you squirm and glare at him. He kows you would hate him if he tried anything, but you keep making it so hard.

“I’ll let you out, but only if you agree to my terms.” He orders, narrowing his eyes at you.

“What do you want! I told you I haven’t seen anything.”

“Due to your individual crimes, as well as your part in Fatui matters, you’ll stay here under my watch. When you prove to be a model citizen, I’ll let you free.”

“You want to monitor me?!”

He nodds and watches as you shake your head in a silent agreement, expecting to be out in days.

-

Now, almost a year later he's splitting you on his cock for the 4th time today. His cute little office slut, forced to drip his cum whenever he decides.

He revels in your muffled moans from the muzzle he keeps you confined to. Your hands bound in hand cuffs whilst fucks into you sporadically.

When he’s done he pulls out and takes off the muzzle, “Do you want to go back on the surface?”

You merely shake your head, leading him to bury himself within your cunt again. He allows you to sit on his lap as he does paperwork.

[heartfullofleeches]

OKG OMG CATMAN DILF PRACTICING HIS SIGNATURE OVER AND OVER FOR GOLDENRETRIEVER READER ASKIN FOR AN AUTOGRAPH- OMGOMG

Yan Ex-Idol Catman + Fan Golden Retriever Hybrid Reader

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He's done it a million times before. This should be easy-

"Maybe it's time for me to move again."

Moving cost outweigh the humiliation. He can always find another house near a park or school. One so close to either is hard to find around these parts, but he'll manage. The neighbors, on the other hand... It'd be hard to find anyone like that sweet mutt next door.

"Shit...." The feline scratches behind his ears - molars nawing at the plastic heart glued to the pen grasped in his fist. Torn scraps of notebook paper flutter to the carpeted floor around him as he props his arms up on the table - written signatures of differing scale and quality penned on each. If he could rewind the clock a decade or so - and used a pen with better ink, he'd have done it right the first time. All he had at he desk where the glittery pens his daughter left behind during her last visit. The kind that only seemed to work every other stroke. Had he really sunk so low to blame the inability to write his own name on a cheap pen? Why was he even doing this anyway? The day he quit, he swore he'd live his life for his fans no longer. Why go through all this effort now?

"Makariy!!!"

Fingernails claw at his front door. Makariy closes the notebook, tucking it beneath the couch cushions as he climbs up into the furniture. He pauses briefly to check his shirt for stains before speaking.

"It's open."

A gust of wind scatters more pages across the living room floor as the door is ripped out. While he may have hide the book, the physical evidence was still present. He brushes a few of the notes beneath the couch as you enter - trotting up to the coffee table where you drop a fatter stack of paper.

"I brought your mail, made you some lunch, and.... Are those?....."

Kneeling, you gather up some of the pages off the floor. The accelerating wag of your tail creates a small vacuum to which the remainder are sucked into. You snatch them up as well - bouncing on your heels from all the excitement coursing through your veins.

"Are these the signatures I asked you for?" Your voice comes out in quick exhalations - barely sparing a breath between each word. "I mean I only asked you for one, but I can have these too right?! Wait, are they for other people? I'm sorry for being greedy if they are, I just didn't think you'd actually do this for me! Thank you, thank you, thank you- Sir!

Makariy jumps up out of his seat as you bow at his feet. He pulls you off your knees, dragging you up onto the couch as he hears you digging underneath for the other scraps s he hid. "Hey, hey- What did I tell you about that Sir, shit. I'm just your neighbor, got it?

"I know, Si- Makariy. It's just not everyday you mean the lead singer for your favorite idol group. Let alone have him as your neighbor. I hope the food I brought will make up for my outburst."

You have to be conscious of it by now. Even you can't be this oblivious. If you continue to look at him with those eyes there's no way he'll be able to get out of this neighborhood anytime in the near future. There's no telling when the wonder in them will fade once you realize he's nothing like he was back then... He's not sure if his heart can take it.

"You're fine. Just stay for once instead of running off when I start eating. Why do you do that anyway?"

"Just trying to respect your privacy, Sir! Ack- I did it again, and didn't I....."

Oh well... Better to enjoy things while they last.

[harunayuuka2060]

Ace: Damn... MC's lessons are more difficult than I expected.

Deuce: *still memorizing the spell he had learned earlier*

Ace: Hey, Deuce. Give it a break.

Deuce: *frowns*

Epel: Hm? Who is that?

*Sees a tall, handsome guy with long white hair and a wolf's tail and ears*

Ace: Your relative, Jack?

Jack: Huh? No. I don't think I know him.

Epel: Ack! He's approaching us!

The guy: *stops in front of them* ...

The guy: *pulls out a piece of paper from his sleeves* *then reads what is written in there*

The guy: Hello, I am a friend of MC. Can you take me to them?

Ace, Deuce, Epel, and Jack: ...

Ace: Hey, do you think he's one of their husbands?

Jack: I wouldn't be surprised if that is the case.

Ace: Haha! Yes, yes! We'll take you to them!

MC: *in the middle of teaching second years*

MC: No, Kalim... Not anyone can eat the apple of truth...

Kalim: Why?

Jamil: Didn't you just hear them say that a single lie will cause you a painful death after eating that apple?

Kalim: Eh? It tastes like a normal apple to me.

MC: You sweet, summer child.

Azul: MC, can I-

MC: No. Unless you grow them yourselves.

Azul: *sigh*

Ace: *walking into the classroom, together with the others* Yo, teach!

MC: Hm? Yes?

Riddle: Ace, we're in the middle of the class. What are you first years doing here?

Deuce: You see, Housewarden Rosehearts-

Ace: We met one of your husbands.

MC: ...You mean one of the brothers? *pulls out the phone to check if they have any messages* *makes a confused expression*

MC: Who? I thought they all went to an amusement park with Grim.

Epel: It's not one of the brothers.

Jack: Yeah. He's a werewolf like me. I think?

MC: Huh?

Epel: Oh, yeah! He's with us!

Epel: Sir! MC is here!

*The guy walks in*

MC: ...

The guy: *walks up to them* *then hugs them*

MC: *blinks in confusion*

The guy: *speaks in a language no one could understand except those who have met him before*

MC: !!!

MC: Wh-

MC: White Wolf Of The Frost Flowers?

The guy: *chuckles* *nodding*

MC: Eh- How?? It hasn't been five hundred years since we gave you the gift.

The guy: I miss MC. *his tail wagging*

The second years and first years: ...

Leona: Great. A new one?

MC: ...

MC: White Wolf, how did you get here?

The guy: *speaks in his own language*

MC: Ah.

MC: A portal opened to your world and it led you here- WHAT?

Professor Crewel: ...

Professor Crewel: This is one, handsome wolf you've got.

MC: Professor, please not now.

Professor Trein: MC, you need to sort this out.

MC: I'm trying...

Crowley: *tries to talk to the White Wolf*

Crowley: You, big, big wolf?

MC: ...

MC: Headmage, he can understand our language.

Crowley: ...

Crowley: *clears throat* You should've said sooner. Anyway, *to the White Wolf* do you have a name?

The guy: *looks at MC* *says something to them*

MC: Oh. I see. He wants to be called "Frost".

Frost: *nods* *then smiles* Thank you.

Solomon: This is a problem.

Lucifer and the brothers: Yes.

Diavolo: What could the White Wolf Of The Frost Flowers want from MC?

Frost: *pulls another piece of paper from his sleeve*

Frost: I am here to form a contract with them.

Frost: I want to become their familiar.

MC: ...

MC: At least he doesn't want to take me anymore. Haha.

Solomon and the others: They are trying to ignore the real situation here...

[bwabys-scenarios]

Sick Kurapika please🥹

WARNING: smut under the cut, creampies, hickies

It was just a cough, nothing really to be worried about. At least, that’s what Kurapika kept telling himself as he continued work.

‘Can’t get worried over a little cough. I’ll take some vitamins when I get back to the hotel…’

But the next morning, his cough turned into an awful cold. He had a runny nose, a fever, and a barking cough. Kurapika cancelled any plans he had for the next few days and called Leorio.

And Leorio called her.

The blonde laid in bed, absolutely miserable. He didn’t have the strength to get up to eat, going to buy himself some medicine was out of the question.

‘It should get better with time, I’ll just sleep it off…’

That’s what he thought before his hotel door opened. Kurapika sat up, wondering who the hell had a key to his room.

“(Name)?”

There she was, standing in the doorway, carrying a few grocery bags in her arms. “Hey, Pika. Leorio told me you were sick, so I came as quick as I could.”

He could feel his heart thump against his chest. He’d specifically asked Leorio NOT to tell her, knowing that she would come and possibly get sick too.

“I brought medicine, snacks, ingredients for chicken noodle soup, some high electrolyte drinks-“

“You should go, (Name).”

She tilted her head, setting down the grocery bags in the small kitchenette. “Why? I just got here.”

He played with his blanket, looking down. His cheeks were a faint pink, and he wasn’t sure if it was from the fever or because the woman he had a huge crush on was here to take care of him. “I… I don’t want you to get sick.”

She hummed, before walking over and standing next to him. He gave her a inquisitive glance when she leaned closer, then quickly pecked his lips.

“(N-Name)!?”

His face went red, the girl giggling. “Well, now it’s almost impossible for me to NOT get sick. Can I stay?”

Her face had heated up as well, and when she was looking at him with those pretty (e/c) eyes it was hard to deny her. “I guess it’s alright. But…”

She blinked. “But what?”

“But I’ll need another kiss.”

She grinned bashfully, giving him another kiss, this one reciprocated by the blonde. “How about another?”

“Please.”

After a few heated kisses, (Name) walked away to get started on the soup and prepare his medicine. Kurapika is as on cloud nine, fingertips pressed against his lips to try and keep the feeling of her lips on his.

———————

“Pika.”

He turned his head, cheeks pink.

“Pika, look at me. It’s just some cough medicine, you c-“

He shook his head rapidly. (Name) sighed. “It has a spider on its logo. I c-“

When he opened his mouth, she shoved the spoon full of medicine in we fast as she could, the blonde coughing as he choked it down.

“Ack, you didn’t have to do that! Yuck…”

He swatted her hand away, eyes narrowing as she sat next to him. “Yes I did. Your fever went up again, and if you didn’t take something I’d have to take you to the hospital.”

Kurapika twiddled his thumbs, looking down with a pout. If he wasn’t being so frustrating, (Name) would find him cute.

In the past hour, the blonde had gone from sweet and grateful, to a brat. She knew he was in pain, and the fever was making him a little delirious, so she didn’t fault him for it.

“Hate spiders…” he mumbled, crossing his arms.

“I know, Pika.”

“They’re gross.”

“Yes, you’ve said that many times. You can lay back down now.”

She kissed his forehead before tucking him in and heading back to the kitchen to check on the soup she was cooking.

He watched her go, eyes hazy and mind fuzzy from his fever. “Got a really cute butt, (Name)… wanna squeeze it.”

She stopped at this, turning her head to look at the blonde. His gaze was different, eyes half lidded as they stared at her ass. “P-Pika!?”

He blinked sleepily. “Hmm..? Your breasts too, look so soft…”

He yawned before turning over and drifting off to sleep.

Poor (Name) was stuck standing in the kitchen, her face hot as she wrapped her arms around herself. Now she was feeling hot and bothered.

‘He wants to… touch me?’

——————

Kurapika felt something cool drape over his forehand, the blondes eyes fluttering open to see (Name) hovering over him.

“(Name)?”

She smiled at him, seemingly moving something around on his forehead before pulling away. “Sorry for waking you, Pika. You were getting warm again, so I got a wet rag to help cool you off.”

He nodded slowly, smiling weakly. “Thank you, (Name). I’m already feeling some relief from the heat.”

He brought her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles. “My angel, you’re too kind to me. Even when I’m being… unreasonable.”

His lips pursed slightly, before he began to kiss each of her fingertips. “Won’t you… help relieve me of my more intimate heat, love?”

He looked up at her through his eyelashes, smirking when he saw her flustered face. “W-what do you mean by that, Pika?”

He smiled against her palm. “You know what I mean, (Name). I know you’re not stupid, you can’t be oblivious to my advances.”

She did know what he was talking about. Besides him blatantly stating he wanted to touch her earlier, he’d been very… touchy the last few months. His touch lingered, eyes following her figure when she visited.

And she didn’t dislike it, no in fact (Name) quite liked his attention being on her.

“…”

She shyly glanced at him, slowly climbing into the bed to lie next to him. “Is that really what you want, Pika?”

His hands went to her waist immediately, pulling her flush against his body. “Yes, more than anything.”

She poked her lip out, thinking it over. She could feel his hard on poking her tummy, his lips moving to press kisses to her neck.

(Name) moved to sit in his lap, resting her butt against his bulge. “Pika, sweetheart, I doubt sex will help you feel any better. In fact since you’re sick, that kind of thing might strain-“

She felt him pin her down, gasping when the back of her head hit the plush pillow. He was already ripping off the sweatpants she’d been wearing, his cold hand cupping her clothed cunt. “Can handle that, not that sick.”

He hovered over her, face still red from his fever. Despite him being weaker than usual, (Name) was still unable to break away from his iron grip. And why would she want to, when her panties were growing wet from her own desire?

“Hmm…”

He let go of her pussy, pushing her panties to the side slightly to get a better look. “Wet already, and I haven’t even done anything.”

She pouted. “And you’re hard from just looking at me. Guess we were both wanting this…”

He hummed, slipping her panties off. “Need you, (Name).”

He was quick to pull his pajama pants down and press against her pussy, glancing up to stare at her through his eyelashes.

She wiggled a bit, trying to pull him closer. “Pikaa, put it in already.”

He laughed, leaning forward to give her a sloppy kiss. “Impatient, but that’s okay… I’m impatient too.”

He pushed, holding onto her hips as he bottomed out inside her.

For someone so sick, he was able to go for nearly three hours, pushing her legs against her chest as he sank into her cunt. After several creampies and too many kisses to count, (Name) was getting tired.

“Sleepy…” (Name) muttered into his neck. Kurapika pulled her in closer, peppering kisses all over her face and neck.

“Sorry, angel. Just a little longer, okay?”

She pouted, but allowed him to continue pounding into her puffy cunt. He kissed her nose, gently cupping her cheek. “You can take one more load, hmm?”

She whined. “But I’m so full…”

He cooed, reaching down to rub her clit again.

“Shh… just be a good girl, and take all the cum I can give you.”

——————

“Seriously!? You’re both sick now??”

Leorio tapped his foot against the ground angrily as he looked over the two. They were cuddled up together, looking miserable yet content at the same time.

“Sorry Leorio… couldn’t help myself.” (Name) said before descending into a coughing fit. The blonde patted her back, frowning.

“It’s my fault, I’m the one that got her sick with my selfish actions…”

Though, Kurapika didn’t regret the night they spent together…

The dark haired man pinched the bridge of his nose, wearing a mask over his face. “Should have known sending (Name) was a bad idea. Can’t keep your hands to yourself, can you blondie?”

They both blushed, (Name) not even attempting to hide the love bites decorating her neck.

He sighed, rolling up his sleeves. “Alright, I’m here now. (Name), did you make that soup?”

She nodded slowly, a pout on her lips. “Yes… sorry Leorio.”

He patted her head, the woman being pulled into Kurapika’s arms.

“Ungrateful brat.” Leorio said, flipping of the blonde.

The two spent the next two days being tended to by Leorio, clinging to each other. They were nearly inseparable.

Once they were better, Kurapika kissed the top of her head. “Does this mean we’re…”

She nodded. “Yes, Pika. We’re together now.”

He smiled against her hair. “Forever?”

A giggle left her lips, making the blondes heart race.

“Forever.”

[inhuman-obey-me]

Congrats on the 4000🎊🎉🎊

Could I request 🧳 with Asmodeus 😘

Thank you, and thank you for your patience!!

"If you really want to go, I'll come with you." - Asmodeus

cw: blood, implication that a drink was laced

*Note: Afray is one of several demons that serves both Asmodeus and Astaroth, and their name means "dust".

“Afray,” the lesser demon’s name leaves Asmodeus’ lips in a near-whine as he holds out an empty glass, “I feel like you haven’t been paying me enough attention lately. Do you like being with Astaroth more?”

“Of course not, Lord Asmodeus.” Afray smiles as they dutifully pour more Demonus into the offered cup. “I’ve just been quite busy, that’s all. But just between me and you,” they lean in closer, “I much prefer being by your side than Lord Astaroth’s.” 

“Of course you do!” Asmodeus giggles before taking a slow sip, his gaze still focused on the other. “Who doesn’t want to be by my side and have the privilege of being so close to all this beauty?” 

“Indeed,” their smile doesn’t budge, “I’m forever grateful that you’ve deemed me worthy enough to serve you.”

“Well, I don’t let just anyone get so close to me like this, after all.” Finely manicured claws go to gently hold the other demon’s chin, thumb stroking their lips. “While no one can compare to my beauty, you’re just so pleasing to look at.” 

Something flickers in Afray’s eyes, and Asmodeus notices. 

“It’s really a shame, though.” His grip tightens, claws beginning to pierce flesh. “You’d be so much more pleasing to look at if you were a better liar.” 

Finally, the smile drops as disbelief takes over Afray’s features. “Th-that hurts – and whatever do you mean? I haven’t lied.”

“Mmm, and there you go again. It really does make you look much more…” he scrunches up his nose, “...ugly.” Asmodeus holds up his glass with his other hand, turning it slightly in the light. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” 

There it is again, that look in their eyes. 

“N-notice what?” Afray gulps, a hand going up to grip Asmodeus’ wrist in an effort to be released. “It’s just a particular vintage. I’m sorry if it wasn’t to your taste, I can grab ano–AHH!” They let out a yell as they’re lifted into the air,  bleeding from where claws have fully dug into their face.

“Oh, if only it was a matter of taste.” Asmodeus slowly licks his lips, as if savoring every drop. “It’s you tampering with the drink that I’m not a fan of – and let me guess, you gave those bottles you wanted me to take home to my brothers your special little treatment too, right?” 

“P-please, l-let me go!” Afray hisses, struggles in the greater demon’s grip, tail and feet flailing in the air. “I-I’m sorry, I��ack–I’ll do what..ever you want, just…let me go!”

“Whatever I want? Well, what I want right now my dear, sweet Afray, is to make it so that your name is quite literal.” He smirks as he sees the panic spread. “Turn you into dust, and oh, I’m sure you’d make for a wonderful highlighter. Could really make my cheekbones pop!” 

“Just let me go!” Afray scratches and claws at Asmodeus’ arm, desperately trying to escape. “Please!” 

“Tch, really, you’re just going to ruin my skin like that?!” Tired of how much they were struggling, Asmodeus tosses Afray to the floor. They scramble to get up, but find themselves pinned down by a heel as the greater demon hovers over them. 

“I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I don’t know what I was thinking, I-I was put up to it! They offered me so much I couldn’t refuse!” They grovel, hands now clawing at the ground. “I-if you let me go, I promise, I’ll do whatever it takes! I’ll tell you everything! I’ll go a-and make things right!” 

“Alright.” Asmodeus takes his foot off the other’s back. “If you really want to go,” he leans down, his voice full of devilish glee. “I’ll come with you!”

“Wh-what?” 

“Well, I need to make sure you actually ‘make things right’. Astaroth won’t be too pleased to hear about this either, you know? You’re going to want me there to make sure you don’t mess up again.” He grabs them by the scruff of their neck, hoisting them up so that they’re now on their knees.  “And you know how much I enjoy beauty. After all, you just look so much prettier when you beg.”

[staretes]

finally, before you

synopsis: he's been dreaming about this moment for centuries, but what will happen when he's finally reunited with you? w/c: 0.8k tags: blade x reader, angst, reader was blade's lover when he was yingxing (a bit ooc for blade? idk please tell me if it is) a/n: i posted this by accident twice while it was still cooking in the oven argh. i mostly typed this in school while my teachers were teaching hehe but tbh i think my writing style got alot more loose here which idk if i like... i also dont know how i feel about the flow of this but ack enjoy

blade awakes, face gently cradled by blades of grass. when he looks up, the countless stars glittering in the midnight sky greeted him, just like how they greeted him on those nights when he went to watch the vast starry sky with you. "he didn't come to the luofu to find friends, much less love" he had firmly told himself, but the thought quickly lost itself in you, the stars, and the nights you spent with him. he’d thought he had lost those nights forever.

could it finally be? his heart quickens as he hurried to stand up. the boundless expanse of grasslands that could be found at the edges of the luofu stretched as far as he could see. blade’s scarlet eyes dart frantically across the field, before they landed, with a triumph, on a figure gazing at the stars. you.  blade’s heart leaps at the sight and he hastens to reach you. he could wait no longer, he thinks, for every moment for the last seven hundred years, his heart burned in your absence. he had longed to see the sweet smile on your lips and feel your soft skin on his again. “(name),” he called softly, hoping to finally let his gaze rest upon your bright eyes under the stars once again. startled, you whip around to face him. you stand up, and your eyes search him, and he feels your gaze pierce throughout his body, looking him up and down. “yingxing…” you mumble , not sparing his eyes a single glance. blade opens his arms hesitantly, desperate to feel your embrace again. you jolt back, and your trailing gaze lands on his hands.  his hands. his hands have slain too many, dripping with the blood of so many innocent lives. he whose hands are burdened with the weight of death and violence, how could he even think of touching you, tainting you with his sin? you turn on your heel and run, farther and farther away from him, and he's left standing alone in an empty sea of grass, watching your body disappearing in the distance, with only the stars twinkling at him mockingly.

blade awakes, drenched in cold sweat, chest heaving, gasping for air. it was just a another dream, he reassures himself amongst shallow breaths. just like the dream from the night before, and the night before that, and the many, many nights before. you’ll love him, forever, no matter what, he tells himself, and it’s this faith that relights the small fire in his heart to reunite with you on that fated day in that promised land.

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

the moment had finally arrived.

the chains of life that burdened blade for so long snapped, and his body arched gracefully as his body fell to the ground with a soft thud. the raging fire of mara was put out as he fell deeper into the sweet embrace of death. the peaceful silence enveloped him as he seemed to float, float away, higher and higher, transcending towards the paradise that he had longed for for centuries.

… 

blade awakes, face gently cradled by blades of grass. he looks up, and the countless stars greet him once more. on the xianzhou, where death is a distant concept, rumours swirl of the soft melodies heard when one finally finds peace in heaven. blade is sure that it's this tune that serenades him as he stands up slowly, looking around.

he doesn't have to look for long before your figure, sitting on the blanket you once shared with him, watching the stars twinkle before you. you're humming a tune, and he realises that this is the melody that's he's been hearing since he awoke. slowly, he walks towards you. 

before he can call out your name, you turn around and meet his gaze. your eyes light up and a radiant smile forms on your lips. mara-ridden centuries of separation have warped and faded blade's memories, but he's still taken aback at how your beauty far exceeds the many versions of you in his dreams. his heart rate quickens as his parched eyes drink the sight before him. "yingxing!" you beam as you stand up. your voice was still as melodious as ever. the sound of his name forming from your lips was the most heavenly song blade has heard in a long time. it seems, you have been eagerly waiting for him too. you open your arms, awaiting his embrace. this is the moment he’s been dreaming of.

his dreams.

blade tries to move, but he finds that the many seeds of doubt planted in his stomach have emerged. imaginary vines shackles his limbs and he finds himself unable to move. he tries to talk, but the thorny weeds have suffocated his throat, leaving no voice to even whisper your name. 

after everything he's done, he doesn't deserve to even face you. 

so this time, he's the one that turns and flees, further and further away from you. 

[sadly-in-active]

Prune Juice Cookie and Mozzarella Cookie x Sleepy Reader

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Lychee Dragon Cookie and Butter Roll Cookie x Clumsy Reader

Summary #1: I made it like this because I said so, deal with it pookies 😘. You’re known to be a very sleepy one, always dozing off at either the best or the worse time. Luckily, your loving partner is here to help!

Summary #2: Ah yes, there you were, walking around a park with your beloved. However, a slip occurs. No, literally, you slipped on a wet spot on the trail and fell right down. It would’ve been really embarrassing for you, but there was certainly a death stare coming from your partner at EVERYONE who witnessed the action. After all, anything clumsy that happens in public remains a quiet secret ever since your super sweet partner has come to rescue you from embarrassment!

Prune Juice Cookie

He’s known for a while that you’re the type to doze off. However, he tried to combat this by making potions to keep you awake. Oh, and he just gave you coffee. Even though you look positively beautiful while asleep, he also wants you to be awake for life as well!

But, if you still stay asleep, he just sighs and kisses you on the forehead, before pulling you up onto his lap while he works on new potions or perfecting old ones.

And yes, he does put on special goggles for your safety, even if you’re not awake.

Whenever you are awake and actually energetic, he takes you out for a lavish date before ending the day with the two of you stargazing. As this happens, he feels you lean on him again, letting out your little mumble as you kiss him on the cheek and fall asleep.

“Oh, [name], what could I do to stop you from being asleep? …but you are my personal pillow as well.”

Mozzarella Cookie

She’s just surprised that you actually manage to sleep in such a bright and glorious kingdom. You’re probably the one who sleeps the most out of everyone in inside the Golden Cheese Kingdom!

Mozzarella takes you out to the colosseum, placing a bet and taking you by the hand as she goes to her seat.

Now personally, I think sitting on her lap would be AMAZING.

Especially during the times she celebrates after winning. Sweetheart just can’t help but hug your sleeping body and hold you closely, whispering to you about how the match went and that she won ❤️

“Oh? Asleep again I see. Hehe! You’re twice as important as anything I could win in a game, dear…”

Lychee Dragon Cookie

Time for the clumsies!!!!

So, Lychee is probably super sweet to you after actually becoming someone they can trust and truly love.

And they’re also quite the overprotective sweetheart to you. If you fall, or are about to trip, they pick you up and act like they’re your beloved savior.

Lychee also giggles a lot whenever you slip on the most random things at home. Their laughter is honestly quite contagious, so why bother crying from any pain? You’re quite used to it by now anyways 😅

“Oh, sweet little [name]! You’re so cute when you slip and fall, because then you’ll have me as your big strong hero!”

Butter Roll Cookie

He definitely got that loud boisterous laughter that just makes everyone smile, especially you. Butter Roll certainly doesn’t show you his workplace (for…very big reasons).

However, he does let you come into his study and do whatever you want there. Mostly you just spin on one of those silly office chairs while you wait for him to he done so the two of you can hang out.

But sometimes he gets a little tired, and this was the time that you took action — scooping him up and placing him onto YOUR lap instead

In the end, the two of you accidentally lean back a bit too far and fall to the ground, but your oh-so loving boyfriend catches you and showers you with PLENTY of kisses.

I have a feeling that he’s actually pretty light but just doesn’t look like it.

“ACK- [name]! I didn’t know you could lift me up? Did you somehow manage to lift weights with your adorable clumsy magic?”

[scorchieart]

That Time Jin Had a Toothache 🍭🦷

Jin: Make hathte! Look upon your ailing brother and heed what becometh the man who over-indulgeth in pleathure!

Yves: You ate four candied apples and chipped a tooth. 

Jin: Excuthe me. A chipped tooth, three cavitieth, and thwollen gumth. Don’t thkimp out on my eulogy. 

Yves: I’ll be sure to mention your noble sacrifice— 

*Jin reaches for a bear-shaped cookie. Yves swats his hand away* 

Yves: Are you serious right now? 

Jin: Cut me thome thlack. Luke made thothe when he heard I fell in the line of battle.

Yves: Stop acting like a martyr, you glutton.

Jin: Everything I do ith in martyrdom, little brother. The eldetht readily thaccrificeth himthelf for the betterment of the flock.

Yves: Be quiet, we’re not birds. And you’re melting the ice with all that hot air you’re spewing. 

*Yves adds a fresh pack of ice over the melting one on Jin’s cheek* 

Yves: Euugh! And you got spittle on the cushions, too! Keep it in, will you? I cannot understand half the words you’re saying anyhow.

Jin: Aww, but you had the cutetht lithp ath a child, Yves. Made the whole palath thquee every time you opened your mouth. I remember it took yearth till you finally got Thariel’th name right. Thariel… Th-th-thariel… Yiketh, that’th a toughie.

Leon: Ah, dude. Now you’re getting spit all over my fancy suit.

Jin: Hey, you do look fanthy today… Hold it. What ith that in your handth?

Leon: Exactly what you think it is. A gun!

Jin: Leon, don’t lie to me. I played Luke’th route. I know what a gun ith.

Leon: No, you big goof. This is a heat gun. Totally harmless! On the lower settings, anyways.

Jin: Uhuh. And where did you get it?

Leon: From the All for Love! celebration event a few years back. Remember that photo shoot for the chibi dolls?

Yves: Don’t remind me. Nokto wouldn’t stop making jokes about how big my hand mirror was.

Licht: At least they didn’t stick you in a giant makeup bag. They made me pose for hours with those brushes and wands poking into my gut. I still have the bruises.

Jin: Uhuh. And how come I’m jutht finding out about thith now?

Yves: Maybe if your smile wasn’t so at-risk for cavities you would’ve been invited.

Jin: Pleath. The ladieth love a man with a thweet tooth—OUCH! Leon! What the heck, man!

Leon: Sorry, bro. I’m under strict orders from Yves to puff you with hot air anytime you make an allusion to sweets.

Jin: Who died and made Yves king? I’m not thaying that in mockery, by the way. I’m jutht upthet thith ith yet another event you didn’t invite me to, it theemth.

Yves: It’s for your own good! A man at your age needs proper discipline to keep out of trouble. And since words haven’t worked, we’ve elected to resort to other means.

Jin: *gasp* You didn’t.

Yves: I haven’t yet. But if you don’t show any progress soon I’m calling in the royal dentist. I mean it, Jin.

Jin: Thcary. Back me up here, Licht.

Licht: …

Jin: What’th up, buddy? Cake got your tongue—Yeowch! What wath that for?

Licht: You said the c-word. 

Jin: Not you too! Why d’ya thmile when Yves thaid the d-word? And do ya have to poke me with that giant lanthe? 

Licht: Increasing the surface area of pain deamplifies the sensation at its source.

Yves: Who taught you that?

Licht: I read it in a book. *poke*

Jin: ACK! That’th it. I don’t want you talking to Chevalier unthupervithed anymore. 

Licht: As soon as you learn to stop poaching others’ pastries. Horse and I were looking forward to those candy apples all week.

Jin: Fine, fine. I’m thorry. There, can you let me go now?

Yves: Not until you’ve proven you’re completely cured of your nasty saccharine habit. We’re not leaving this room until you can go a full day without eating these cookies.

Jin: You’d let them go bad like that? That’th too cruel!

Leon: Yeah, I’m with him on this one, Yves. Couldn’t we just use a picture of cookies instead? Would hate to see Luke’s work go to waste.

Yves: Oh, lay off it. They’re not going to spoil. And anyways, we’re feeding them to the horse at the end.

*Horse whinnies happily*

Leon: That’s one weird horse.

Licht: He’s Clavis’s.

Jin + Leon: Ahh.

Yves: Speaking of, will you lot please keep it down? I had to abandon my post for this and I don’t want a certain someone to find out.

Jin: No one appreciateth your thaccrifith more than I.

Yves: Then you’ll take it up with you-know-who should my room be defiled?

Jin: If you’re that worried, let’th end thith confinement early and you can go keep a lookout for Clavith. Trutht your big bro. I’m completely cured! 

Yves: I trust my trust in you has plummeted since you gave yourself that second cavity this month.

Jin: Thothe éclairth were worth it—Ouuuuch!

Leon: Keep your eye on the prize, Jin. And your drool off my pants.

Yves: Leon, try to avoid the ice pack when you blast him, please.

*Yves adds yet another ice pack*

Jin: You know, I’ve been waiting for thomeone to explain, but what’th with the cat hat, Yves?

Yves: Well, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, we all had to sneak away from our typical duties to set this up. Licht disguised himself as a guardsman. The most adorable one in the entire palace no less, but it served our purposes. Leon is a dapper gent, which for some reason this place seems to always have an overabundance of. 

Jin: And you’re the pretty kitty to round out the gang?

Yves: *face turns red* I am the phantom cat who travels by shadow and blends in with the night, obviously.

Licht: It’s noon. You just shut the curtains.

Leon: Plus we didn’t need to sneak around. We’re kind of in charge of the place.

Licht: And it wasn’t so hard. I rode this horse all the way up here and no one noticed.

Leon: Hmm, maybe we need to review the guard rotations.

Jin: Licht, I don’t want you talking to Clavith unthupervithed anymore.

*horse grunts in agreement*

Yves: Back to the point! Maintaining the secrecy of this mission is of the utmost importance. What would it mean for us if word got out that the First Prince still gets cavities at his age? 

Leon: Sounds like a good excuse to set up that kingdom-wide dental hygiene education campaign we’ve been talking about. Jin can be like our mascot.

Jin: I can keep my lollipopth then? Thweet! Ouch!

Licht: Stop encouraging him, or we’ll never get out of here.

Yves: Um, hello? Did anyone even listen to what I’ve been saying?

Leon: You mean ninja cat? Looking sharp!

Yves: Is that all you…? Never mind. Just pipe down before someone hears.

Licht: If you mean someone besides us four, they already know.

Yves: WHAT?! Who knows?

Jin: Who knowth? Hehe.

Yves: Quiet, you. *covers Jin’s face with another ice pack* Answer me, Licht.

Licht: Well, Nokto for one. Technically he caught me on the horse, but I didn’t think it counted cause it was when we were still outside.

Yves: Curse him and his impeccable detective skills. I bet he deduced Jin was in trouble just by looking at your endearing getup.

Licht: No. He said, “What’s with the horse?” so I told him. He gave me that bunny to pass along to Jin as well as his well wishes.

Jin: *laughs beneath the ice* 

Yves: Licht, I don’t want you talking to Nokto unsupervised anymore. 

Leon: Lighten up, Yves. They were just trying to help. Like how Luke made those cookies. And that pillow there is the beta version of Clavis’s latest invention, or so he told me. Even Chevalier—

Yves: WAIT! You saw Clavis? When?

Leon: On my way over here. He flagged me down in the hall to talk about how happy he was to see so many dapper gentlemen around as of late.

Yves: But you didn’t tell him about you-know-what, did you?

Jin: *giggles beneath the ice* 

Leon: Nah, got him hooked on an even bigger scandal, if you catch my drift.

Licht: You didn’t tell him I nabbed his horse, did you? I’m telling you we were really looking forward to those apples.

Leon: No. I told him Yves left his room unattended.

Yves: You what?!

Leon: So much for keeping our voices on the down-low. Listen, I promise I’ll take care of whatever he leaves in there myself. Prince’s honor.

Yves: I may just cry.

Jin: Hehe, me too! Ouch, thith ith tho cold.

Leon: If you must, do it right into that pillow. Clavis said amusing things will happen when it gets wet.

Yves: And you let Jin rest on it?!

Licht: You’re the one who keeps piling melting ice bags on him.

Yves: Oh no, Jin!

*Yves removes all ice bags. Jin looks up with a twitchy smile.*

Jin: I can’t feel my fathe. Hehehe.

Leon: I gotcha bro.

*Leon sets the heat gun to a comfortable temperature. The boys sigh with relief once Jin’s face unfreezes.*

Licht: That was brutal.

Leon: Oh, yeah. I ran into Chevalier, too.

Yves: Oh, I knew this was a bad idea from the start! Why did you put me in charge, Leon?

Leon: Hey, you’re the best man for the job and you’re doing amazing. Plus, it’s fine. Chevalier was cool about it.

Licht: He never really does care when we get hurt.

Leon: He didn’t mention Jin, but he did save my behind. See technically I was supposed to return the heat gun right after the photo shoot. Something about preventing anachronisms and fourth-wall breaks, or whatever. But, I mean, come on! Who’d pass this thing up? Winters have been so easy ever since. Goodbye freezing toes! And you should see how it cooks meat!

Yves: Get to the point.

Leon: I’m getting there. So Clavis dumped the pillow on me because Sariel was chasing him. Caught me off guard so I didn’t get a chance to hide my gun. Before Sariel got too close, Chevalier showed up out of nowhere and blocked his view. That cloak of his is really impressive, I’d bet he could hide the horse behind it. Luckily, Sariel was too preoccupied with hunting down Clavis to stick around and ask questions.

Jin: Aha! Told ya Chevalier’th a good man at heart! Thweet ath pie, that guy—OUCHIE! Come on, Licht, it’th a figure of thpeech!

Leon: Chevalier said to make sure no outsiders knew we had access to such a hi-tech weapon. Personally, I think he just wants a turn at it. They stuck him with that giant lipstick tube at the photo shoot, remember?

Jin: Et tu, Chevie? I take it back, he'th rotten and I don't want any of you talking to him anymore.

Yves: Whoa, so not even Sariel’s allowed to know? I feel unworthy to have access to such illicit information.

Leon: Hey, you’re a worthy prince and a valued member of this team. Don’t you forget it.

*Licht and horse nod in agreement*

Yves: *blushes* You mean it? Gosh, I’m sorry I’ve been so hard on you all today. Guess the pressure got to me. But no more! We’re a team, and we’re in this together. Through the good and the—ARE YOU KIDDING ME, JIN?!

*Yves swats Jin’s hand away from the cookies again.*

Jin: What? Through the good and the bad, yeah? My weakneth maketh the retht of you thtronger. You’re welcome.

*Yves grunts and stands. Jin sits up and holds the bunny like a shield.*

Jin: Whoa whoa whoa. Maybe that made you a little too thuper thtrong, haha. Now it’th your turn to share a weakneth tho I can catch up. Okay? 

*Yves grabs Licht’s lance.*

Jin: Come on. Ninja kitty? Pleathe?

*Yves takes aim.*

Jin: Pretty pleathe with sugar on top—Ouch! Actually, I detherved that one. Thankth, Leon.

Leon: No problem, bro. Hey, you might wanna dodge.

*Yves strikes with the lance. It pierces the bunny’s head where Jin’s stomach lay moments before. Water starts spouting out of the doll.*

Yves: Wha—why was there water in that bunny? And why’s it so cold?

Licht: Oh, I forgot to mention. It’s an ice-pack bunny. Nokto got it on his last trip to Jade. He said it’s really popular with the kids there. Guess its guts melted.

Leon: Aww, that’s sweet—OW! Actually, I deserved that one. Thanks, Jin.

Jin: Anytime. I vowed to only uthe thethe fithtth to therve my kingdom, after all.

Yves: Okay, I have no idea what he just said, but everyone off the bed because that pillow is smoking.

*Clavis's pillow shakes and fumes. Everyone rushes to the walls.*

Licht: Maybe we shouldn’t have brought in the gifts.

Leon: And maybe we shouldn’t have tossed the only key to the room out the window.

Jin: It meanth the world to me that you all care.

Yves: If we don’t make it out of this. I want you all to know that it was an absolute honor and disaster working alongside you.

Licht: Ditto.

*Horse whinnies solemnly*

Jin: It wath one heck of a ride, boyth.

*Jin pulls lollipops out from his pockets and pops them into each of his brother’s and the horse’s gaping mouths with a salute.*

Leon: *spits out his lollipop* It’s not over yet.

Yves: Leon! What are you doing? Get back here!

Leon: Prince’s honor, Yves. I said I’d take care of it.

Yves + Licht: LEON!

*Leon straightens his suit and gives a thumbs up over his shoulder. Jin holds Yves and Licht back as Leon jumps onto the bed and covers the smoking pillow with his body. For a few moments, nothing happens. Then Leon begins laughing uncontrollably.*

Yves: Oh! It’s turned him insane! Give me the lance back, Licht, we have to put him out of his misery.

Leon: Relax, hehe! It’s some sort of laughing gas! Look, look—hahaha—the tag here says: THE CHUCKLE CUSHION! Bad dreams keeping you from your good night’s sleep? Simply turn the other cheek and let some of your blood, sweat, and/or tears fall onto the cushion’s surface to release a relaxing dose of bliss to lull you back to a happier dreamland. Warning: maximum of 9 droplets per single use; not recommended for users who suffer chronic excessive crying, sweating, or blood loss. Side effects may include uncontrollable laughter, freezing face, and increased desire to consume sugar. From Series VII of the Lelouch Trap Series™. Hahahahaha! 

Yves: Ohh, we practically drowned that pillow. And now he's caught the uncontrollable laughter.

Leon: Actually, that last 'Haha' was written on the tag, too. The most legible part, no less. Hehehe.

Yves: The loon. 'Blood loss' he writes, can you believe him?

Jin: *eyes the lance in Yves’s hands* At leatht he put a warning.

Yves: As if you ever read the fine print.

Jin: I’d be inclined to thtart today. Printhe’th honor.

Yves: *sighs* Very well. I suppose that’s enough excitement for one confinement. Come on, Leon, we’re taking you to the physician. But I’m keeping my eye on you, Jin. You’re on probation until—Hey! Where are the cookies?

Jin: Wathn’t me. Honetht!

*Jin holds up his hands in surrender. Lollipops and cookies and cakes slip out from underneath his shirt onto the floor in a sugary heap. On the other side of the room, Licht feeds Luke’s cookies to the horse and smiles as he opens the curtains and looks out the window.*

Leon: Scouting out the physician for me, Licht? Hahaha.

Licht: Sort of. I asked Nokto to call for the dentist, and he’s just arrived.

[earako]

A/N: idea from @goodtimeswithluigi thanks for the flangst fuel ^^

-/-

The thing that sucked about having memories erased and then coming back is that only some of them decided to be polite and slowly trickle in. Waddles, the kids, those memories poured in like the gentle trickle of water from a watering can. More immediate memories like Soos and Wendy slowly flowed in and filled the small pond in Stan's mind that was probably labelled 'family-' not that he'd ever admit it outloud.

Then there were the older memories. The ones that made it feel like Stan had just rammed his head in a brick wall for hours on end. Older memories usually. Stuff like high school, Glass Shard Beach, Ma's perfume, and Pa's suffocating cologne that even the memory of made Stan's head hurt.

Then...then there were the memories that made Stan want to curl up in bed all day. Those...those were usually memories of his grifter days. Or the science fair incident. The combination of having to live through the worst moments of his life, feeling all the hurt and pain and heartache and having to go through the emotional rollercoaster that was his late teens to early 30s over and over and over again. The late nights, the portal, the journals, slapping on a fake smile as Stanlely desperately tried to keep a con going long enough to pay off the house and loans because he'd be damned if his brother didn't have a house to come back to.

This morning was a memories that made Stan want to rot in bed kind of day.

His oh so wonderful brain decided to wake Stan up with the phantom feeling of gaping wounds where wings were supposed to be.

And here Stan had thought he was just born without them. An anomoly type thing, like his brothers fingers.

The searing phantom pain in his back said otherwise.

Stan tried to ignore it. Bit the pillow and tried to will himself back to sleep.

The pain pulsed again.

Stan huffed an irritated sigh and slowly pushed himself up, rolling onto his side with some difficulty and managing to sit up.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow," Stan hissed to himself as he slowly got to his feet. "Sweet Moses, phantom pains a bitch," he murmered, slowly making his way downstairs to either the kitchen or the living room. He'd decide later whether the phantom pain required a t.v distraction or a food distraction.

"Stanley?"

"Ford?" Huh. Guess tonight was gonna be a brother distraction. Stanley ambled his way over to where Ford was hunched over the kitchen table, a mug gripped tightly in his hands.

Stan's back twinged again. He tried to hide it, grit his teeth, hid the pained gasp with a groan as he sat. Ford raised an eyebrow.

"And you're up because?"

"Hey, back at ya, Si- Poindexter," Stan replied, taking mind to avoid using the name the isoceles bastard had tainted- and how dare he, how DARE he! That was Stan's name first, that was the name Stan gave his brother to keep away the bullies and the bad thoughts that thought having one extra finger made someone an unlovable freak- if Stan had another chance to deck the discount dorito he'd do it in a heartbeat.

"You first," Ford grumbled, sipping what better not be coffee cause the last thing Ford needed on top of the stress of everything was more caffiene. Stanely narrowed his eyes at his twin.

"I asked first."

"Respect your elders."

"By fifteen minutes-ack!" Where Stan had been aiming for playful banter, his back decided now would be a good time to remember having muscle and sinew twisted, ripped, cut, then for the hell of it, tied into various knots. All while past Stan's screams were ringing into current Stan's ears.

A chair scraped, a cup clattered onto the table. Six fingered hands settled themselves on Stan's shoulder and were he caught up any further in the flashback Stan would have pushed the hands away.

Thankfully his phantom pain addled brain was in the present enough to recognize the six fingered hand was his brother and brother meant safe.

Stan violently squashed down the part of him that remembered holding up a hand for a high six only to get the curtains closed on him.

"Stan? Stanley?"

"Phantom pains a bitch," Stan mumbled, breath hitching and stifling down another pained groan. Without needing to be asked, cautious hands slowly made their way to where the base of where Stan's wings used to be and pressed down a bit. Stan shuddered.

"Hurts?"

"God no, do that again," Stan sighed as his twin began to chase away the pain and exhaustion radiating out of his back with nimble fingers. He hissed a few times.

Silence. Fabric rustling as Ford rubbed firm circles on Stan's back.

Ticking of the grandfather clock.

The sink dripping, Soos said he's fix it tomorrow.

Stan's exhales as Ford worked the tension out of his muscles.

It would've been nice, plesant even if it weren't for the worry nibbling at the corner of Stan's mind.

Ford was going to ask, wasn't he.

He was going to ask about the wings, moreso Stan's lack of wings, and then Stan was going to have to remember that memory and the spots where his wings seemed to be just would not stop throbbing! Ford's fingers were doing a good job of easing some of the pain the scars still screamed.

"Hey...Stan..." his twin began. Stan internally braced himself. He didn't want to talk about it but if Ford asked...

"Yeah?

"Ah, it's...nothing. I forgot what I was going to say."

Ford was always a shit liar.

And with the silence that followed Stan almost wished his twin had just asked instead of trying to spare his feelings.

-/-

""Ah, it's...nothing. I forgot what I was going to say." Ford clumsily lied, returning his focus to easing some of his twins pain.

He managed to distract himself for 5 seconds before his brain finally latched onto the issue bothering him.

His brother didn't have wings.

Ford's brother didn't.

Have.

Wings.

Now, that wasn't to say that being wingless never happened. Similar to his own polydactyly, some people just weren't born with wings.

Stan wasn't one of those people.

Ford remembered feathers brushing up against his own, large, proud wings curled protectively around him as Stanley told Crampelter and his gang to go suck an egg.

He remembered gentle hands going through his feathers, fixing them up and getting rid of old ones.

Ford remembered flapping his wings happily then instructing his twin to turn around, it was Stan's turn for preening.

Ford remembered how big Stanley's wings would puff up when he was angry or defending Ford from bullies.

And Ford remembered Stan's wings wrapping around himself whenever he accidentally caught their father on a bad day.

Stanley had wings, Ford knew Stanley had wings.

When Stanley was kicked out left he still had his his wings, Ford remembered them shaking, then drooping, and then puffing up again in hurt and anger.

And now Stan's wings were gone. He didn't have them anymore.

At first Ford had thought Stan was hiding them, similar to what Ford did with his own wings. He had thought his twin was just keeping his wings tucked away and safe beneath his clothes.

Then the fearymid happened.

And the clothing switch.

If Stan still had his wings Ford should've still been able to see them in his periphery when he reached behind his back to hand Stan his sweater, coat, and gloves. But he didn't.

And Ford had hoped that it was just because his brother was keeping his wings tucked close to him. He hoped he just couldn't see his brothers wings and tried to ignore the persistent voice asking what if Stan didn't have wings anymore? What if something happened to him?

Stan should have been fine, he was the personality, the free spirit.

Stan was supposed to be fine.

He wasn't.

And when Ford had switched clothes back with his now empty of all memories twin he was met with a cold, painful truth he could no longer deny.

Stan no longer had wings.

Ford's baby brother, his younger twin, had no wings.

Long, angry, jagged scars were all that was left of where large, dark brown, thick feathered wings should have been.

Someone or something had taken his brothers wings. And with how the skin looked Ford could only assume whoever or whatever had taken Stanley's wings yanked them out the same way a person would pull out a weed from a garden.

Ford didn't say anything, didn't want to add the pain and trauma that was obvious from where he was rubbing circles on Stan's back. That, on top of trying to help Stan regain his memories, it would have been too much. Stan would have been overloaded, asking about the wings while Stan was still regaining memories would have done far more harm than good

But Stan knew now, at least Ford assumed he did. Stan said phantom pains. Phantom pains were from injuries or lost limbs.

Stan knew he lost his wings, he must have. And Ford wanted to know, he wanted answers, targets, a hit list. He wanted to kniw the stories that hud beneath the skin where he could feel knotted sinew, muscles, and nerves.

He truly did not like the story the raised ridges and bumped on his brothers skin told.

Ford's hands began to press harder.

"Ford, FordFordFord ease up!" Stan yelped, squirming under Ford's hands.

"Sorry! Sorry," Ford said, taking his hands off Stan's back as if he had burned him (and he tried not to think of the brand just behind Stanley's right shoulder-)

"I didn't say stop, just ease up," Stan grumbled with no real heat or annoyance. Ford flexed his fingers, tried to ignore the, what he couod only describes as dried gore beneath Stan's skin, and returned to easing up his twins phantom pain.

He had to ask.

He needed to ask.

But he didn't know how and the silence that started out comfortable was turning oppressive and it would just be awkward at this point, what with Ford starting to say something and then saying he forgot.

Stan wasn't buying it. Out of the two of them Ford never got the hang of lying, at least not as well as Stan.

The questions sat in his throat, but Stan was so vulnerable with Ford at the moment, showing more trust in him now then he in the past weeks since Ford came back. Even while temporarily amnesic Stan was still fairly closed off and guarded, the fact that he hadn't told Ford to leave, that he was even letting Ford try and help with his pain?

Stan was like a wild animal when it came to his pain. He hated showing weakness, even to his own family and it only got worse as they grew older. Ford didn't want to break the delicate trust being placed in him at the moment by asking a boneheaded question or saying something that Stan would take the wrong way and causing him to march back upstairs, phantom pain be damned.

"Ford, I know you want to ask already so just say it." Ford jolted, hands momentarily stopping their movement. Stan leaned back, silently begging Ford to continue.

How much pain was Ford's twin in for him to be actively seeking out help? Stan hated asking for help.

He continued rubbing his twin's back when he felt Stan press up against his hand a second time.

"...How long?"

"You wanna be more specific?"

"I- when you- 30 years ago I thought you were just. Hiding them. Like I was." Stan's shoulders quaked with a low, humourless sounding chuckle.

"Nah, old things were gone long before that, si- poindexter." It was Ford's turn to wince.

That was always Stan's name for him. That name, only Stan was supposed to call him that yet Bill had to go and taint it and he didn't even come up with that nickname to begin with how dare he-

"You stopped again." Stan commented. Ford apologized but Stan just shrugged it off.

"S'fine now." Stan leaned away from Ford's hand's, rolled his shoulder's, then started back towards the stairs,

"Wait," Ford called, quickly grabbing Stan's wrist to stop him. His twin turned around and raised a brow in question.

"Are-whoever- you'd tell me if they were still alive, right?" Ford asked, the hand not holding Stan's wrist hovering over where wings used to be, where strong roots for strong wings were now just planes of ugly, angry, broken and mutilated skin.

Ford had never felt so angry in his life when he saw those scars. Not even when his perpetual motion machine broke.

"Even if they were, they're good at hiding."

"I'm good at seeking."

"Ford, drop it." The command lilted upwards at the end, sounding more like a question instead.

"Stanley. Your wings."

"Ack, they've been gone for more then 40 years now, what can ya do."

"Help with phantom pains apparently, and you will let me help you with them in the future." When Stan opened his mouth to protest Ford added, "Either you let me help you with your phantom pains or I dig into your past, find everyone who had ever hurt you, and interrogate them until one of them confesses to taking your wings."

Stan stared at Ford for a solid three seconds before answering. "Jesus, okay, okay, I'll let you know when the phantom pain acts up again."

"I will know if you're hiding it."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Ford." Stan turned around again and went to head up the stairs but paused at the base of the steps for a moment.

"Hey uh..thanks, by the way. Not just for the back rub but for the uh. Memories and stuff, ya'know."

"You're stuck with me, knucklehead," Ford said, stepping closer to his twin and lightly tapping a fist against his shoulder. "If you get to spend 30 years bringing my stubborn ass back from various different dimensions I get to spend the next 30 years fussing over you."

"You can barely look after yourself."

"I'll learn." He opened his fist and squeezed Stan's shoulder, hoping it would convey what he didn't know how to say in words. Silent I love you's, thank you for not giving up on me, thank you for trusting me, and thank you for not giving up on me, he hoped that Stan got the message because if Ford even tried to say any of that at the moment he'd end up fumbling or choking in his words.

Stan reached up and squeezed Ford's hand back, understanding shining in his eyes.

His brother didn't have wings, and Ford could try to blame himself all he wanted to.

Guilt wouldn't bring Stan's wings back, feeling sorry for Stan wouldn't bring his wings back.

But Stan didn't seem to blame Ford so Ford wouldn't blame himself.

Stan trusted Ford with his pain. Ford would do his best to make sure his twins trust isn't misplaced.

They'd be okay.

[historicboii]

Well we, the good people at the WW2 Rpf is fine server have started a whole universe of babies of our favourite ships.

We call it THE MICCVERSE.

Dont wanna tell too much but expect more from it, anyways this is the sort of origin? of one of my ocs from this au called Melody Halldane-jones.

Expect more from her, cause i have a lot planned.

(also this is my first fic so if theres any errors pls let me know 😊)

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MARCHE FÚNEBRE

He was dead.

I glanced back at Ack-Ack, watched him muster a single word

"Eddie?"

I watched him tumble, his legs seemingly failing him. Someone had shot at Eddie, even while he was being brought back with a strecher. At the end, all the boys could do was bring his dead corpse back.

"Eddie?"

He gasped for air. He seemed to notice something.

" No no no not now!"

I was confused at first, and then i realiced, he was going into labour. Probably from the shock.

" No Eddie please, you are supposed to be with me! EDDIE!"

He was going mad. We needed to take him to the aid station.

"Come on, skipper, you need to go get that checked"

"Im not leaving"

He said this with an serie silence

" Skip you need to leave him, you have more reasons to live, come on"

" Why should i live when he is dead? My love, the father of my child, is dead! How Will i survive?"

I glanced at poor sledge, the boy that had tried so hard to save that man. I looked at him and I Saw fear in his eyes.

He had to leave. Not for his sake , not for the babys, but for the rest of the men. They had lost a leader today, they couldnt see another one fall so soon.

So i did what i had to do

"Sledge, snafu, take him to the aid station immediatly! Use force if necesary. Dont care about rank this man is going into labour and needs medical assistance"

Andy had just about the time to try to argue

"No no im not leaving him, not my Eddie!

At the end, they somehow took him to an aid station. Took more than 2 men to separate him from the corpse. By that point he was half delirious with grief and pain. His screams were heard by everyone.

A doctor had come to check him. He kept screaming all night long. By day, the baby was about to breach. It had been too late to take him to a MICC facility, so the baby had to be born in that aid station. A nurse was trying to help, but she quickly left.

"This is wrong , this is wrong!

You! Get him here! He needs to be here!

"Where is Eddie? My Eddie? He cant be dead, we had a future planed!

By now he was rambling. I couldnt look away. In this moment i could only think of my mother, of how she must have suffered the same. How she would cry much the same if I died. Of my sweet Florence, what was she thinking now? Would It pain her that i died as It was killing Andy?

Our brave captain, reduced to a grieving father.

I would remember those screams all my life. I didnt know It then, how all that we saw would stick with us, how It would taint our very soul. But nothing was worse that those hours spent besides Andy.

And then, silence. Suddendly, a cry. As if the newborn was crying for her lost father. A Life for a Life.

Andy hadnt been able to make it, maybe from the pain, exahustion from battle, from the birth, or from grief. A fife for a Life. The doctors did everything they could. Just like that we had lost 2 good men in about 2 days.

And there I was, with all that was left from the 2 leaders of K company. A little girl whithout a name born in battle. It felt wrong to hold something that pure in my hands, that were still covered in soot and grime from the day before. She was so small.

Her little hand tightened around mine. By then I was crying. It should have been Eddie holding her. It should have been Andy holding her. Not him.

And all that I knew about her was that melody that Eddie was always singing. That he would never Sing again. It was something important to them, something i would never now. But that somehow felt right.

For all this time the men, the boys only knew her as a melody.

I would name her that. Melody.

[k-dokja]

Hi, mighty author. It's me again, can you write a story or headcanon about taehoon courting his s/o 👉👈

It annoys Taehoon to be around you.

For one thing, you with your pretty eyes and your pretty hair and your pretty lips and—see, it’s annoying how distracting you are. It wouldn’t have been this big of a grievance has he been able to ignore the fuzzy warmth in his stomach whenever you are around. You with your silly smile and your silly nose and the silly little snort you make whenever you laugh too hard.

All of it drives him crazy.

If Seong Taehoon wants something, he often gets it. But one simply does not acquire a person, no law in this world would make that easy and he’s not in the habit of forcing the matters of feelings to happen. He’s not inclined to look desperate, not in front of you out of anyone. His pride wouldn’t take it… and not to mention, you’re a friend. He’d not want to lose you as one, even if every fiber of his body cringes at the admittance of your importance to him.

So what if he smothered his feeling down, the tender ones, and hoped that you’d somehow notice and return it? Life should work out for him in this one department to compensate for every other nuisances he deals with. Then again, he’s not one to sit idle and let everything unfold without lifting a finger. Why else would he stand there in front of your school gate? In the after school hours where every other students would see him stand waiting for you?

If he says the eyes of those passing by bother him nought, it’d be a lie. Because above all else, he has to fight the urge to turn around and check if it is you who has been staring at him. But he has to pretend the nonchalance because if he acts any stranger, you’d notice.

And damn if he is not a contradictory creature, he wants you to see his feelings but he wants you to be ignorant of it all.

“Oh—Taehoon!”

He lifts his head at the call of his name, one coming from a familiar voice that makes him smile. A smile that he is quick to suppress, “What took you so long?” He wears a mask of offense to hide his jubilation. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting?”

Taehoon grumbles but there is no heart in it. His complaint is instead conveyed in the flick on your forehead. Your startled squeak allows him to freely laugh, but whether it’s the joy from seeing you or your misery, he can’t say.

“Ack! You didn’t have to do that!” You whack at his arm, but it hurts nought. All of your retaliation from the day you met has never done anything except amusing him. If he has to think about it, then this might have sown one of his earlier seed of infatuation with you too.

Yeah, you’re cute when you’re mad. “Fitting punishment for someone who left their chaperone waiting, do you think you can get off the hook that easily?”

Mutters are lost underneath your breaths when you grumble at him, but when he sends you a look, you only answer in a sweet smile. Honestly, that might have make him want to tease you more, but that is for another time.

He matches his pace with you on the walk back to your home. Never mind that his legs are far longer and his strides can be far quicker. If he slows down and lingers, he can have more time with you.

“Oh, hey, let’s get lemonade at Mr Kim’s!”

“What? Do you know how much sugar he put into that shit?”

You giggle, “That’s half of the fun!”

His protest rings true, but he makes no opposition when you grab him by the arm and drag him away. And if by the end of this he has a drink in his hand, then the fault can lie squarely in yours. Still, the cold of ice provides momentary reprieve from his racing thoughts, if only because you begin to ramble away about your day now that you have something to sate your dry throat.

“Ugh, it’s too much you know,” you sigh, “I know we’re only three years from the entrance exam, but this workload nearly matches seniors of normal school.”

“They aren’t the ones scrambling to get into those prestigious shit show,” Taehoon gnaws on his straw, half heartedly trying to prevent the inevitable emptiness of his cup, “you made your own bed, now cry in it.”

You bump at him, feeble attempt that seems to only annoy you more, “Ugh, you’re the worst,” you make a face, briefly, he wants to pull your cheeks, “I envy how carefree you live, goddamnit.”

“You act like I have no stress in my life,” he bumps you back, nowhere near the strength you throw at him, “a tournament is coming up soon, my old man is drilling me like crazy.”

His statement earns him an inquisitive gaze from you. “Don’t you have to be back for practice soon then?”

“Yeah.”

“But—”

In your moment of inattentiveness, he leans over and takes your straw into his mouth. Your shock at his audacity gives him the chance to drain more than he should. You’ll be upset but frankly, he has no regret for that if it stops you from questioning his intention.

“That’s mine!”

He snickers. “Should’ve drank it faster then.”

“It’s still mine!”

You turn your attention wholly to your drink after yanking it successfully from him, a fight Taehoon offers no resistance. He won’t tell you to your face that you’re cute when you sulk, but half of it is because of the fact that you’ve shared the same straw.

It should not be a big deal but… he takes it as food for thought.

If there’s any regret that comes with these occasions, it’d be how short the walks turn out to be when he’s with you. Minutes become seconds and before either of you realize, you have stopped at your front door. He stares upon the outer wall of your family’s house, somehow imposing and impenetrable all at once.

“Thanks for walking me home, see you tomorrow!” You wave as the gate begins to slide shut. Thanks to the enclosing gap, you are not soon to disappear from his view. All bright with your smile and your eyes and your—bang.

Taehoon snaps out of his daydream when the door snaps shut and finds it a little foolish how easily he gets lost in the image of you. He lets out a chuckle, low and self-deprecating, but you don’t need to know why he laughed. “Pffft, I’ll text you later, nerd!”

“Hey! You’re the nerd!”

He only laughs again as he walks away, louder this time, because both of you know that cannot be further from the truth. And that mockery is his final word to what would be the fuming you behind that gated wall.

Yes, you might be a little beyond his reach right now but he has never been one to let dreams be impossible.

[fourphoenixfeathers]

I am Emmet. Ingo is having a verrry hard time speaking. That is alright. I will do so for him. I don't mind returning the favor for all the times he spoke for me.

He has been here since he went missing. He doesn't remember anything before. The only thing he remembered was my name. And he named a weird jellyfish Freight. I can't believe that's one of the few things he remembers. When we get home, I am going to show him the trains again.

?Fr??eight?

Sorry Ingo. I didn't mean anything bad by it. It's a wonderful name. I named my eels similar things. This is Maglev, Bullet, Metro, Boxcar…

…

I am Emmet. Whoever put us here made a big mistake, yup! There are now two of those drones that start the waves on this island.

We are going to break one and see what happens.

…

Well that was anticlimactic.

I am Emmet. It was verrry difficult to break the drone. Whatever it is made of is sturdy. We managed, though. It freaked out and opened a portal. Maybe it went to go get repairs. We followed it here.

It doesn't look like the simulated island. And it doesn't look like Petrichor V. We are standing- I am standing on a floating chunk of rock. Ingo is… also floating. Since when could you do that…?

???

Nevermind. It is not important, nope! What is important is that we figure out where we are now. And what we do. We are still not in range of the Safe Travels.

S?afe?

Yup! That is the ship I took to come find you. It is a rescue ship. You were on the Contact Light, a bulk freighter.

Frei??ght?

Ah. No. A freighter is a ship designed to carry cargo. Freight is what we call that cargo.

Im??porta?nt.

…Is it safe for you to touch…? Nevermind. I am Emmet. I am glad you had someone.

…

I am Emmet. I am tired of this stupid poison air. It is dumb and annoying and everywhere. My suit! Should protect me! From environmental hazards! But whatever this is does not care about things like airtight space suits.

?Voi?d hu??rts.

Yup. But at least it only happens when we activate these odd beacons. They are sending some kind of signal. I know that sounds verrry dumb and reckless. But nothing else here does anything.

There are these weird round containers, but opening them feels like getting hit by a train. What kind of box hurts you to open it? All that for a weird bug that infected one of my eelektross, and an alien device. Ingo tried to grab it, but I stopped him. Something about it felt malicious. Touching unknown tech does not pass safety checks. I did not open any more after the first one. I don't want to lose any more eels.

That just left these beacons. I activated one and the fog came back and we were attacked again. They were more crab-like creatures like the one I saw on Petrichor V. They are verrry dangerous. They almost killed Ingo.

I don't think they want us to activate the signals. But I am confused as to why they stop coming when the signal stabilizes. From my scouting earlier, there are four in total. They have plenty of time to kill us. Why stop when we finish one? What are the signals even doing? Something is not right here.

Fish?y.

Was that a pun? Ingo???

…

I am Emmet. We activated all of the signals. Another portal appeared.

We have been sitting here for a while. I don't like the portal. I have gone through two already. It doesn't go well. Not that finding Ingo was bad. But I highly doubt this goes home.

Tr?ack??s.

You're right. There is nothing else to do. Nowhere else to go. These are our only tracks forward. I still don't like it.

…

It's another floating wasteland. This island looks like a donut. It seems purposeful. Not random.

Lik?e an aren??a.

That's not ominous. Nope. Not at all.

…

Oh dragons. Sweet swords of justice, what is that.

RU??N

Where's the shield generator. I'm out of mines. Everyone, fire at will- CROSSTIE!

Dammit. Crosstie is down. Maglev and Boxcar are damaged. Dammit dammit dammit.

I am Emmet. I need to- I need to get them. I need to fix them. I can't let them-

EMMET

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[s1r3ns-c4ll]

First Meetings (Poppy Sweeting x GN Reader)

Hello hello! Here’s the first Ficlet on this blog!

Paring: Poppy Sweeting x GN Reader Warnings: Short Ficlet. Just pure Fluff Word Count: 444

Summary: You were just taking a stroll outside until you have some unexpected visitors.

The day was calm, and you were enjoying the moment to yourself after the chaos of  your first few days at Hogwarts. Between your.. Colorful entrance on your first day and saving Hogsmeade from trolls during your first visit, you garnered a sort of.. Reputation. Mutters in passing of your accomplishments, rumors the student body has already made for you? The attention overwhelms you sometimes, and at times you miss when your name wasn’t well known around the town and school. To say you cherished the quiet of the outdoors was an understatement. You’ve made a habit out of escaping the walls of the castle to take some time away from the crowds of students and relaxing in the privacy of the outskirts of the courtyard.

Of course you enjoyed the time you spent with your new companions, but taking a stroll by the Quidditch pitch and letting the sounds of nature drown out the voices of surrounding students will always calm you down, no matter the time.

Right now actually, being one of those times.

The stroll was nice, truly! You inhaled and let the calmness–

“Look out!”

What?

“Wh- ACK!”

Fur- A face full of fur knocks you down on to your rear. You pick up the ball to see a little puffskein with a faux-innocent look on its face.

“I’m so sorry about Gerald!”  The voice from before came running over, quickly taking the ball of fur from your hands so that you could get off the ground and dust yourself off. “He doesn’t usually run off- roll.. Off-?” She shakes her head before she can get off topic. “Either way- I apologize for Gerald jumping you like that!” 

You smile at her. She adorns the Hufflepuff uniform and robe and is.. Small, around a head shorter than you. Brown hair cut short into a neat bob that frames her soft features. She smiles meekly at you, holding the now named Gerald, petting his head.

Cute.

“It’s no problem, really. He’s quite cute.” Yes. the Puffskein- Gerald. He’s cute.

“Cute, yes, but a little ball of …” The girl trails off as she lets the realization sink in of who she’s talking to. “Oh! You’re the new Fifth Year! I apologize! I- I’m Poppy. Poppy Sweeting.”

Ah, so she does have a name. “Nice to meet you, Poppy.” You kept your expression soft, patting Gerald’s head.

Poppy’s face gains a pink tinge as she looks at you before quickly diverting her attention back to Gerald. “Well- uh- It was nice meeting you.. Imustbegoingnowgoodday-!” Before you could get another word in, she speeds off.

Cute. 

You look forward to meeting her again.

[pocketramblr]

Names

Eri squinted at the signs. "Those are... silly names, for kitties, right?"

Shouta looked back over the list: Trash Bag, Egg, Cheese, Ham, Fast, Furious, and Carpet. Honestly, he didn't think there was anything wrong with those names, but he also knew they weren't exactly normal.

"Yes. They are."

"Why? Why not real names?"

Shouta shrugged, but apparently an employee heard her question.

"Well, silly names get people's attention, and they're more likely to adopt for one." The employee smiled at Eri. "It also helps us not to get to attached, like giving them real names would. These can be changed easier when their families pick real ones."

Eri pressed herself closer to Shouta's leg when the stranger approached, but she nodded at their words, brows furrowed in thought.

She didn't say any more about it until they were walking to the train.

"Ai-san, Eri is a real name. Right?"

"Uh, yes?"

"Because... The cat worker said giving a real name gets you attached. But I don't remember if Mom called me Eri before Chisaki did... And..." Her voice drifted off, a shaky sound in it that he hadn't heard in a while, maybe before the cultural festival. She'd come so far out of the shadow of where she'd been, but Shouta supposed that it would be foolish to think she'd never think of it again.

"I don't know who gave you the name Eri." He says, and it's true. They couldn't find any records of her, not even her birth. No one was sure who got rid of it, but they hoped that her grandfather could clear up anything when he woke. If he did. "But if you'd like to change it, you can."

"I can?"

"Of course you can, it's your name."

She was stunned by this idea for several minutes. Shouta feared he sent her into a spiral.

"Uh, you don't have to get rid of your name to change it. You could add to it, like my students add a hero name."

"Ohhh..." Eri nodded at the idea. "How did they do that?"

"It depends on the person. You should ask them when we get." Because Shouta didn't remember why, he was pretty sure he'd been asleep under his desk that day.

"What if I want someone else's name?"

"Uh," he paused, wondering if she meant to take. No, Eri was a sweet girl, she'd mean to share. Probably. "You can ask them."

"Hm. Eri Lemillion. I don't like how that sounds." She wrinkled her nose. "Eri.... Eri Shouta?"

Shouta almost fell on his face.

"Ack- uh- Eri. It would be Eri Aizawa, if you wanted my name."

"I don't like that as much as Eri Shouta though." She said, shrugging. "Oh, Eri Midnight, that sounds like a magic name... Eri Pretty Cure...Eri UA..." She tested each name, and Shouta gave up on stopping or reasoning with her. If anyone deserved whatever name she wanted, even "Eri Deku Mermaid", it was her.

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Featherary day 3: Tickle spot

This is based on the 2nd chapter of the sanrio scout story 'cause I just loved that scene sm and decided to tickly-fy it x3

Plus I wanna write for other Ryuseitai members soo yeah- (rip Tetora)

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Shinobu x Niki (+ Midori & Mayoi) platonic

Lee: Niki

Ler: Shinobu

Warnings: Tickles!

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Mayoi happily walked into café Cinnamon, looking for his purple friend, when he was suddenly approached by Niki.

"Oh, you seem to be in a really good mood today Mayo~".

"Eek! A-am I being too obvious...?".

"Maybe not to others, but you can't fool my nose, y'know? You smell better than usual... like sweet cream... really makes me wanna have a bite~" Niki grinned mischeviously over at the nervous male.

"W-what?! B-but I'll taste terrible!".

Niki ignored his please as he slowly got closer to Mayoi, a teasy smug look on his face, as Mayoi only shrieked in fear.

...Somewhere else in Café Cinnamon...

Shinobu and Midori had gathered to eat some sweets alongside Mayoi, except their purple friend hadn't arrived yet. That's when Midori noticed him on the other side with Niki. "...What are those two doing over there?".

"Ahah, I wanted to ask that aswell..." Shinobu chuckled a bit nervously at their weird banter. " I feel like there's some grand conversation going on between them".

"It seems like they're fooling around but, don't you think their body contact is becoming fiercer?" Midori asked concerned as he noticed Niki trying to take a bite from Mayoi's cheek.

"Actually, they may be starting a fight?! What's going on? Lord Mayoi is supposed to be having desserts with us, but now he's gotten himself into some weird trouble?!".

They both got lost in thought for a moment as to what could be happening, before Midori spoke "Oh, I get it! They must be acting out some hero shows, like the ones Morisawa makes us do all the time! So, that's what you guys have been doing in the ninja club?".

"Are they really? I don't remember doing roleplays like this with Lord Mayoi..."

"Nahaha~ Now you can't escape from me, Mayo~".

"Eeeeeek!!! Where are you Chieftain?!"

Shinobu's head instantly perked up at Mayoi's shriek "H-hey! Lord Mayoi is calling my name! You're right Midori, it's time a hero- no, a ninja makes an entrance! Let's rescue him together!".

"What? Why am I also in this?".

"Please, Midori! I really need help from a comrade like you! No hero or ninja should run away in a time like this! Come with me!".

Shinobu took on a heroic stance "Yellow flames are the proof of hope! A miracle, shining a ray of light into the darkness! Here's RYUSEI Yellow: Shinobu Sengoku!".

Midori following after, albeit still a bit hesitant "G-green flames are the proof of kindness! Nature that grows infinitely! Here's RYUSEI Green: Midoro Takamine!".

The two heroes rushed over to the scene, Mayoi exclaiming in delight when his eyes fell upon the cute ninja "Chieftain!".

"Don't worry, Lord Mayoi! Call my name aloud, and I will sure come to your side wherever you are!"after reassuring Mayoi, Shinobu quickly turned his attention towards Niki. "And you! The "Hungry Café Baddie"!".

""Hungry Baddie"? You mean me? You Ryuseitai kids give pretty good nicknames".

"He's unexpectedly friendly?!" Shinobu exclaimed, feeling a bit unsure of himself. "Morisawa never taught us what to do in situations like these...".

Midori let out a sigh "As much as I agreed to tag along... it feels depressing that I want to run away so badly...".

Shinobu thought for a moment, before gaining back his heroic stance "I won't be deceived! I won't let you run around hurting the innocent anymore! Take this! "Ninja Art: The Ryuseitai Lightwave!". He jabbed Niki right in the stomach, causing him to let out a yelp.

"ACK-! H-hold on! That's my tickle spot!".

"Did you hear that, Midori? The "Hungry Baddie" is ticklish! Let's get him!" Shinobu sent Niki a teasy smirk as he launched himself at him, wrapping his arms around his midsection and scribbling wherever his small fingers would reach.

"W-wahait! S-stahap that you brahahat!" Niki giggled hysterically as he tried prying off the smaller male off of him.

"He's a real squirmer. Midori, hold him down!".

Midori let out the 500th sigh of the day. Feeling a bit hesitant, but he still complied to his partner's request, hooking his arms under Niki to prevent him from squirming too much "S-sorry about this...".

Niki raised a brow in suspicion before an ear-shattering squeal escaped his throat "WAH- HYAHAHAHA! N-NOT THEHEHERE!". Niki threw his head back in laughter as Shinobu dug all fingers into his stomach.

"My secret weapon! The RYUSEI tickle barrage!" Shinobu snickered at his own sillyness, not showing any mercy on poor Niki's belly.

"NAHAHA! T-THAT'S SO BAHAHAD!" poor Niki shrieked in laughter, his face crimson red.

"So, do you give up?!" Shinobu slowed down his fingers a bit, but still didn't let up.

"Ahahaha! O-okay! I-I gihihive...!" Niki wheezed in laughter, his eyes turning a bit teary. At that, Midori let go of him as Shinobu halted his tickly fingers. Niki instantly collapsing on a nearby couch.

"Victory is ours, Midori!" Shinobu pumped his fist in the air, while Midori only looked like he wanted to burry his head underground.

Once Niki regained his composure, he stood back up. Even though it was a fun encounter, he wasn't sure what all that was about "What was that all about?".

"Huh? I thought this is what you guys did in the ninja club".

"No, I thought you were hurting lord Mayoi so we came to rescue him!".

"Huh? I was just messing around with him. I'm used to messing around with my unitmates, but I guess I can see why you'd think differently. I'm sorry Mayoi".

"W-wait, I'm sorry. It was my fault for overreacting..." Mayoi apologized, feeling all shameful.

"No, it's my fault for jumping to such conclusions, I'm sorry...".

"Well... instead of feeling sorry, how about we eat some delicious desserts~ All that tickling left me pretty hungry" Niki managed to lightened up the mood as the other three nodded happily. He quickly went to whip up their tasty snacks, shortly after the four of them eating happily. Hopefully no one saw their weird hero show display, that for sure will embarrass Shinobu and Midori for days to come.

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I feel like this is so bad help-💀