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obsessivevoidkitten · 7 months ago

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The Wolf and the Rabbit

Male Alpha Wolf Hybrid Tsundere x Male Omega Bunny Hybrid Reader CW: Mildly dubious consent (Not the sex but other actions), consensual sex, knotting, being chased, pheromones, a/b/o, biting, scent marking, scent kink, underarm kink, huffing underwear, masturbation Word Count: 2k (This was written at the request of a good friend who wished to remain anon, I hope you all enjoy it. If you REALLY love it feel free to tip me at the link in my pinned post or even commission me.)

City life had gotten unbearable. The constant bills and dead-end job. The hustle and bustle of the environment. Traffic and construction. It had all just become far too much. It was suffocating and oppressive. You clearly needed a change.

And what better place for a bunny hybrid like you to live than in a nice forest. You saved up your money and sold many of your possessions to buy a nice burrow under a great oak tree.

It was everything you had hoped for. The burrow was the size of a small house. A bedroom, bathroom, living room, and small kitchen. Outside, there were plenty of wooded areas for you to forage, and clear spots near the burrow entrance allowed you to grow crops. Lettuce and carrots were a must.

One sunny day, after you had finished unpacking the last of your boxes, you decided you should explore the edges of your property. You hummed to yourself as you went along, putting any food you found in a basket. You had amassed a sizable amount of dandelion greens.

Suddenly, your ears perked up, and your nose wiggled. Something was off... you felt like you were in mortal peril...

You heard a snarl and bolted. You could hear footsteps giving chase behind you, but you didn't dare look. In no time, your pursuer caught up to you and pushed you to the forest floor. You tried to crawl away, but he flipped you over on your back, giving you a view of him for the first time.

A growling wolf man.

He leered down at you with cold eyes of steel, the blue-grey fur on his ears and tail bristling. He was much larger than you were, fairly chubby but also very muscular. His scent was that of an alpha.

“Think you can just wander into my territory and get away from me, creampuff!? No, I gotta teach you a lesson!”

Tears streamed from your eyes as you stared at his bared fangs. You were sure he had gone feral and was going to rip you to shreds. You futilely stammered out some pleas and protests. He rolled his eyes and pinned you down, putting you into a bit of a chokehold as he rubbed your head into his underarm. He continued this until you thoroughly reeked of his scent and then got off of you with a grunt and left.

“There, now you know my scent, I’m Lupin, and this is my territory, don’t come near it again!”

“I-I’m…” You muttered your name to him as he walked away, though you didn’t know why you bothered.

He hadn’t been trying to do anything sexual to you. You were an omega, but he told himself that he wasn’t interested. He was above all that and valued his solitude above all else. But as he left, he had to conceal a massive boner. That night thoughts of hunting you down and marking you all over with his smell haunted him. He had no choice but to masturbate to the thought.

The incident had a similar effect on you. You started producing quite a bit of slick. Once he had shown he had no interest in harming you, his scent became erotically stimulating, and it clung to you heavily. Of course you knew that it was not a sexually charged act and that he had only marked you because you had violated his property, but you couldn’t help jerking your cock and slipping your fingers into your slick lubed hole while thinking of him hunting, marking, and fucking you.

You just couldn’t stay away. You did for a few days, but you couldn’t resist your fantasies. So inevitably, you found yourself “accidentally” out of the bounds of your property line.

It didn’t take long for Lupin to descend upon you. He hadn’t been far, and he could detect your omega pheromones easily. It surely wasn’t because he had been brooding near the shared border of your properties in hopes that you would come by again.

You zipped away, and once more, he gave chase. This time, you knew who was there and didn’t have the same type of fear and were much more clear-headed. Your evasive skills were better as a result. The both of you enjoyed the hunt immensely. The thrill of catching and dominating you spurred him on while the rush of resistance and submission drove you.

This time, when he caught you, he made a big show of acting frustrated and annoyed at the very notion that you would dare to invade his space a SECOND time. Clearly, he had not properly put you in your place.

Feeling a bit more resistant than you did during the first encounter, you just huffed and turned away from him.

“Stubborn fucker.”

Then he did the same as he had done the first time but finished by removing his shirt and scenting it by rubbing it all over his sweaty body before forcing you to wear it. It was far too large and looked rather comical on you and steeped you in his scent even more thoroughly than you already had been.

You blushed and looked away, trying to seem undaunted as he pointed and laughed at the sight while trying not to make it apparent that seeing you in his clothing while wearing his scent wasn’t the hottest thing he had ever encountered.

He quickly left, leaving you to deal with the growing pool of slick that was soaking your pants. The wolf-man only waited until he was out of sight before he whipped out his cock and started fervently jerking off. Similarly, you didn’t make it home either before you had to pleasure yourself.

It quickly became a favorite game for both of you. You'd enter his domain and act like it wasn't on purpose, and he'd chase you away and act super annoyed when he finally caught and marked you. You'd hurl insults at him and tell him he stank, and he'd call you an idiot with no common sense.

And when the other was out of sight, you'd each fervently tend to your arousal.

Though one time when you went seeking to get scent marked, he was curiously absent. He had gone to a little marketplace where all the nearby forest dwellers gathered to trade and purchase wares. No one had told you about it yet. Lupin had a stall where he peddled foraged items and wood carvings he made.

As you ventured deeper and deeper into his land, you made sure to make a lot of noise, even resorting to straight-up shouting insults. You were about to give up and turn back when you stumbled upon his house.

It didn't appear that anyone was home, though, so you were still going to leave... right after you walked around outside a bit so he would know you had been there. Just to annoy him.

While you walked around a bit, you noticed a captivating smell. His smell. Though not very fresh, it still made you leak a bit of slick. It was wafting from an open window. You knew you should have just ignored it and that what you were doing was a massive violation, but like a moth to a flame, you climbed right in anyway.

Your sensitive nose found the source of his scent immediately, a dirty close hamper with some recently worn boxers on top. So you did what any omega bunny close to heat would do... you grabbed his boxers and put the crotch to your nose and inhaled deeply before shedding your clothes and wiggling into his warm covers.

They smelled of him too.

You continued to huff his under garment as you began to wank your cock desperately, his scent sending you fully into heat a bit earlier than expected. You alternated between slipping fingers into your naturally lubed hole and playing with your cock, but nothing satisfied you.

The self pleasure session must have lasted over an hour by the time it was interrupted by Lupin opening his room to the sight of you entirely debauched, your cum on your belly, slick pooling on his sheets, and his underwear in your hand. You stopped immediately when he entered and stated at him wide-eyed in an expression of fear mingled with surprise.

After a long silence, the wolf man finally spoke up, "What the fuck do you think you're doing you gross little weirdo!??"

The room was filled with the smell of your lust charged omega pheromones, he feigned a look of abhorrence while hoping his rapidly hardening cock didn't make a noticeable bulge in his pants.

You were blushing with embarrassment and a bit out of it due to your heat, but you managed to collect yourself.

"I was coming over to bug your grumpy ass when I went into heat... and well... even your disgusting smell will do when I'm desperate..."

The two of you traded insults, and he got slowly closer as the two of you did so.

"Your musk is really inadeq-"

He stuffed your face in his armpit before pulling away and getting into the bed with you. Your mind was fuzzy as your heat and a direct dose of his alpha pheromones claimed your senses.

"I don't... want your smelly dick in me... but it'll help my heat, so..."

You turned away, blushing even more deeply than previously as you spread your legs for him.

"Well, I don't want to either... but whatever gets you to stop being so needy and out of my bed..."

Your hole was so lubed and well prepped by your own fingers that he slid in every inch of his thick cock into you effortlessly. You shuddered as he entered you, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he nibbled at your neck while he fucked you.

"Heh, such a needy slut. You take me pretty well, though."

You scoffed half-heartedly at the comment.

Lupin flung your legs over his shoulders and forced you into a mating press before pounding into you in earnest. You, at least in the moment, abandon all pretense of not wanting it. As does he.

A loud moan escapes you as you cum hard, he isn't far behind and instinctively bites your neck as he knots you. The two of you lay panting a moment before he started grinding his knot back and forth within you. You went several more rounds, until you both were sore and barely conscious. The two of you found yourselves passed out within one another’s embrace.

You both awoke the net morning roughly at the same time. Each of you hardening your expression when you remembered you’re supposed to hate each other.

“Fuck, I can’t believe I let you put that gross knot in me!”

Hey! Don’t act like the victim here you fucking freak, you came into my house and got your slick and pheromones everywhere! It clouded my brain. Fuck look at the mess you made!”

You scrambled out of the covers to get your clothes on as he did the same before hopping out of the bed, your little cotton tail wagging in annoyance.

“Well what the fuck ever, I have to go!”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t let the door hit you on your way out…”

You made for the door as he asked under his breath, “Same time next month…?”

You had already shut the door behind you by the time you had registered what he had asked. You opened the door briefly to give your response.

“Yes please.”

You then slammed the door, feigning anger, and headed home for a much needed shower. You blushed and grinned like an idiot the entire way back.

#tsundere terato #tsundere x reader #male tsundere #alpha tsundere #tsundere alpha #alpha x male reader #omega male reader #omega reader #tsundere wolf man #male tsundere reader #tsundere reader #monster boyfriend #Friend's OC #Friend's OC Lupin #Tsundere x Tsundere

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000yul · 2 months ago

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fun things about the IS6 trailer for "Jie Garden"

near the tail end of yesterday's 6th anniversary stream arknights dropped an IS6 promo trailer in the form of a retro promo ad for some place called the "jie garden" that turns out to be analog horror. it's pretty cool

watch it here (bilibili)

there's a number of funky (creepy) things that happen that are easy to miss - and i missed a bunch myself, so I decided to watch it again now and write down all the things i spotted/the bilibili comments pointed out

(first things first: the 'jie' in 'jie garden' isn't the same 'jie' as the dead sui sibling, but it's definitely punning on it. there is literally no way they're not referencing her.)

the video subtitle: "A thousand years ago a tianshi sought to live in seclusion, and therefore built this garden as a place to retreat from society."

however, the audio says 'coffin chamber' (mu4shi4 - 墓室) instead of retreat from society (bi4shi4 - 避世)

much more under the cut, bc this is a LONG post:

the sign in the pond is probably supposed to be something like "this pond is dangerous, please keep away" but with the censored text it reads "pond please come close" :)

"About three hundred years ago, after consultation with the tianshi's descendants, a section of Jie Garden was opened to the public, and over time, it has become a good place for the residents of Baizao to visit on their days off."

after the text gets censored, the last section becomes, simply: "a place for the residents of Baizao."

white (bunny?) silhouette appears here after a flash of white. hello!

this text - "do not touch" is mirrored. in other words, it's you, the viewer, behind the glass!

the chinese comments here remark on how the tickets to the garden (pictured) look awfully like the kind of paper money you burn as offerings to the dead

(also, when they read out that phone number, the text briefly changes to 80808-88808. no idea what this is supposed to imply though)

the video then changes to talking about 8 "do not do this" warnings that guests to the garden should avoid

spot the difference! on the sign on the bottom right, the text changes from "Deep water, keep a safe distance" to "Water, keep a safe distance" as a character vanishes

by "do not" number 3, the news byron on the bottom now just says "Today's weather " without talking about the weather at all (at the beginning of the video, it said "Today's weather: cloudy") people of baizao, you good?

6: "do not make a racket". screen goes black, and then it comes back weird

7: "don't damage the articles" (articles as in items/objects etc. - 器物) . except the character 器 is briefly replaced by 祭 before disappearing:

note that 祭物 means sacrifices. rip to this guy and his now mysteriously blacked out face

8: "do not trespass into restricted areas". only, some freak shit starts happening with the video - there's a quick blink-and-you-miss-it frame of a cemetery:

and, among other things, "do not trespass into restricted areas" transforms into " want town":

and then rapidly becomes "sui area":

love whatever's going on in the background here.

then a bunch of "sui" characters appears on screen:

and finally. jie. as in jie's name. it's her.

jie garden is jie's grave.

the end :)

#my chinese isn't the best but i tried. im sure i missed plenty of things though #arknights #arknights cn

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eris-norwega · 6 months ago

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ALASTOR X READER WHERE READER sorry i’m typing in all caps and didn’t realize—where reader has been Alastor’s partner for a long time and for the first time was caught having a breakdown because she was hurt by (person of choice) mentally and for the first time ever…alastor comforts her physically—cuddles hugs and kisses. FLUFLFUFLFIFFF and angst but…it’s okay if you can’t write it this has just been on my mind a lot 🤭

When the World’s Too Loud

Notes: i opened my request box not too long ago and why did y’all FLOOD me with asks lmao i’m so excited. anyway, i kinda self projected on this one. sorry if it’s a bit short. it’s based off of my own experiences with too much sound resulting in a sensory overload and just in general feeling like i’m annoying and oversensitive to every little problem i’m faced. also, my snake just gave me the NASTIEST side eye.

Synopsis: Reader comes home from an unpleasant experience at a restaurant when Alastor surprises them with a method of comfort he’d rarely used before—physical touch.

CW: sensory overload (hyperacusis/misophonia), head bashing, self-deprecating thoughts, hair pulling, alastor has a tail because the whole fandom loves it

Word Count: 1507

Teeth gritted. Hands ripping hair. Tears streaming down my face.

I felt like I was suffocating, as I often do in these moments. Like a child throwing a tantrum.

I feel like I’m a little kid. I’m a stupid little kid, I repeated to myself, my wrists banging onto my head as if it would rid me of the thoughts.

It wasn’t anything big. At least, it felt like it shouldn’t have been anything detrimental. All it was was a little sound. Nothing too bad right?

A little sound, but apparently it was a day where I couldn’t take it. My ears rung, and my eyes darted about in the restaurant as I tried to treat myself. A mistake.

“Excuse me, could you turn the music down a bit?” I had asked kindly.

And the waiter laughed in my face. But what could you expect in Hell?

Instead, he gathered his coworkers, and they laughed. One even turned up the volume, changing the song to something horribly bass boosted.

I gave them a shaky smile, trying to show it didn’t affect me.

But soon, the whole restaurant joined in, screaming at the tops of their lungs, hurling insults about my sensitivity, calling me weak and childish.

I thought I could stay strong, to show them that I wouldn’t give in. But I failed. In a hyperventilating panic, I rushed out of the restaurant and back to the Hazbin Hotel.

Now every little sound bothered me. The creaking walls too much, the shuffle of bedsheets too loud. I pulled at my ears, trying to make it all stop.

I let out labored breaths as I clawed at my face, my eyes wide and fearful.

Everyone is out to get you, a little voice told me. And for a good reason. You’re too sensitive for this place.

I let out a choked sob, curling into myself on the bed.

Weak. Like a child. Can’t even control yourself.

I let out a silent scream.

Control yourself!

The sound of the door opening was deafeningly loud to my ears. I sobbed, hiding my head beneath my hands.

Just make it stop.

Static followed the intrusion, and I clawed at my ears.

“Make it stop!” I growled harshly, fingers tearing at my hair.

The static stopped abruptly, along with the sound of nearing footsteps. I allowed myself to breathe for a moment, grateful for the quiet.

I let out a shuddering breath as the footsteps resumed their journey towards me. Breathe in, breathe out.

He finally reached the bed, taking a tentative seat next to me. I paid him no mind until he laid a hand on my shoulder.

“My dear.”

I felt a growl rising in me, still too overwhelmed by noise.

“Are you alr—”

“Shut up!” I snapped, glaring at him.

Alastor retracted his hand, his brows furrowing in concern. I immediately felt guilty, my tears returning.

I buried my face in my hands. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “The world’s too loud right now.”

He smiled at me sadly, gently removing my hands from my face.

“Darling,” Alastor said softly. “Look at me.”

I sniffled and dared to glance at him, my eyes puffy and wet.

He brushed away some tears gently. “Is there anything I can do to ease your pain?”

My brow furrowed. Physical contact would be ideal. But…I knew Alastor wasn’t too fond of it, and I didn’t want to burden him. He’d never seen me this bad before.

I looked away from him. “Probably not,” I whimpered, my fingers itching to touch him.

Alastor gave me a knowing look. “Are you sure, my dear?”

I paused. “Yes?” I squeaked.

He let out a soft laugh, opting to shift closer to me on the bed rather than speak. I was caught off guard when I felt him scoop me into his arms and lay me on his lap.

Alastor nuzzled his head into my hair. “You needn’t be afraid to ask me for comfort in troubling times,” he whispered. “Physical touch may not be my strong suit, but it’s easier with you.”

I felt tears well in my eyes as I took in his sweet words, droplets falling down my lashes and onto his coat as I clutched him.

He stroked my back gently. “What’s got you all out of sorts today, sha?”

I sucked in a breath. “I,” I hiccuped, “I was at a restaurant and I just—I don’t know, the music was too loud. Everything’s too loud.”

I let out a sob into his shoulder, clutching onto him.

He kissed my hairline lightly before resting his chin on my head. “Shh, my darling. You’re alright. It’s quiet here.”

I sniffled into his shirt. “They—they made fun of me and I just…I just ran.”

Alastor stiffened. “Who did?” he asked menacingly.

“The waiter,” I responded weakly. “And his coworkers. They turned it up louder.”

I could feel Alastor bristle at the revelation, a dark aura surrounding him. A growl emanated from his body, and he shifted to get up. “I’ll be back.”

“No!” I cried, pulling him closer. “Stay. Please stay.”

He looked down at me, fondness clouding his gaze as he settled back in. “Of course. These are matters we can settle later.”

“Thank you,” I whispered, snuggling back into his shoulder.

“Anything for you, my dear,” he promised, threading his claws through my hair, detangling the strands as he went. His other hand fell to my waist, pulling me closer to him as he left a light kiss on my forehead.

“Do you know why your sensitivity was so bad today?” Alastor asked softly.

I shrugged.

He hummed. “Why didn’t you tell me, dear?” he questioned sincerely. “I could see sometimes you’d get overwhelmed, but not to this extent. Had I known you had a bigger problem with this than most, I would’ve…”

“It’s okay,” I whispered. “I just. I know the best way to comfort me when I’m overstimulated is physical touch and I…didn’t want to make you do anything you didn’t want to.”

“Oh, my dear,” Alastor said sadly, pulling away slightly so he could look at me. “Nothing is too much when it comes to you. I live to serve.”

Tears welled in my eyes once more as he brought a clawed hand—hands so good at bringing pain and suffering—to cradle my cheek softly, his usually guarded gaze now soft and loving, a look only I would ever have the privilege of seeing on the Radio Demon.

I closed my eyes, letting the tears fall again as I closed my hand around his, nuzzling into the warmth.

He kissed my eyelids softly, moving to give featherlight pecks on both cheeks, my nose, my forehead, and finally, my lips. My other hand came to rest on his face, pulling him closer in the kiss.

“Your struggles to do not scare me, my love,” Alastor whispered as he pulled away. “I’m here for you in every way that you need me. Don’t ever think I would reject your needs to favor my own comfort.”

My breath hitched, moved by his heartfelt words. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, though,” I protested.

“Sha,” Alastor argued. “I…I enjoy holding you more than I care to admit.”

I looked up at him with glassy eyes. “Really?”

His eyes averted mine, his ears folding down. “Yes,” he murmured. “But don’t tell anyone.”

I giggled. “I won’t.” I snuggled back into him, letting out a long, content sigh.

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I never meant to give off the impression that I was unapproachable during difficult times. Or any times, really.”

I hummed. “It’s alright,” I responded. “I know it’s not easy for you.”

Another low chuckle. “Well,” Alastor mused, picking up a strand of my hair and letting it fall down again. “You certainly make physical contact easier. Dare I say, enjoyable.”

I snorted. “Haha,” I deadpanned sarcastically.

“Sincerely, my dear,” he laughed softly. “I find it pleasant to be in contact with you, unlike with others. It’s…a nice feeling.”

My heart swelled. “I’m glad I can maybe be a safe place for you then.”

He grinned into my hair. “You are, my dear. And I hope I can provide that for you as well?”

I nuzzled my face into his chest. “More than you know.”

The rest of the afternoon was spent in each other’s company, little kisses and giggles exchanged. A hand on my waist, bringing me closer to Alastor as we settled down in the bed. His face rested in the crook of my neck, and I could almost swear I heard the faint thumping of his tail hitting the bed as he smiled into my shoulder. He stroked my waist with a claw, careful and light as he always was with me. There was a small kiss to my neck as I drifted into a peaceful, quiet sleep.

The restaurant was decimated the next morning.

#alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #when the world’s too loud

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amon-the-star · 2 months ago

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*A stream of smoke seemed to rise from a couch in the lobby. Or so it seemed. Upon closer inspection, it was actually Vex slumped over on the couch, cigar lit in his mouth. He seemed more tired and irritated than usual. Not rare, but also has a good sign. His tail lazily yet angrily flickers back and forth on the couch, tugging and ripping any fabric the tip so happend to accidentally hook. And from the darkness of the hotel, there seemed to be a dim green glow coming from the other side of his face, though hardly noticeable upon first glance*

@vexter-the-comedian :333

*Amon walked over, coming back from work as she ran her fingers through her hair and messing it up slightly. She noticed him and walked over and ran a hand over the couch slightly*

“What you up to, darling?”

*she gave him a teasing smile as her tail flicked slightly behind her. She leaning against the couch slightly*

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1-800-jewon · 8 months ago

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Scary, scary

"Everything is so scary, scary, bloody long teeth so scary, scary."

Werewolf!Kai x reader.

Tags: Breeding, cunnilingus, monster size, biting, lots of tongue.

You knew why you were crying, you were banished from the town. Your own village not wanting you there anymore. The guy who said he liked you didn't even like you anymore, running off to be with a different girl. You were upset and alone now, no turning back to the place you once called home.

You walked into the dark, creepy woods, your legs nearly giving up. You walked until you reached a small stream. You crouched down and drank from the water until you weren't thirsty. You walked until you reached a large tree. You slumped down and cried. You were sure you were gonna die in these woods. You didn't notice the pair of eyes that looked at you, watching you cry. Those same eyes that took a liking to you. That's when you heard a large thump and turned around.

A tall, huge, hairy monster had come out of nowhere. It had large furry ears, a long tail, long claws on its hands and feet, a tall, huge werewolf had found you. You were certain, this was it, you would die.

The werewolf scooped you up before you had a chance to run. His long tongue licked your face, tasting your tears. He smiled a big toothy grin at you, trying to tell you something. "Kai...... loves..... bunny." You were in tears, in tears over the fact that no one wanted you and that no one loved you anymore. But this werewolf said he loved you? "Bunny.......mine..... all mine."

You were scared, Kai was trying to eat you. He ripped off all your clothes with his long claws. He held your waist in one hand and spread your legs with the other. There you were so pretty for him, your chest a perfect size for his hands, his claws pinching the small nubs so perfectly, eliciting a small yelp from you. Your cunt was small but he knew it was the perfect size for the monster he had in his pants. You were so small but he loved it, he didn't care as long as he had you. He smelled you up and down and growled.

His bunny needed him, already dripping just for him. He ran straight to his cave. He laid you down on the makeshift bed he had. He couldn't wait any longer, his lips pressing against yours. You could only moan against lips, long tongue entering your mouth, making it's way down your throat. You tried to move away but he held you down. You grabbed one of his hands and moved it to your chest. He grabbed onto your right breast and squeezed. He couldn't wait until your chest was heavy with sweet milk for his child. He couldn't wait till he made you his mate. His tongue left your throat and mouth, wrapping around the nub that wasn't attended to. He stopped and then lifted your hips. Your sweet scent making it's way towards him.

He licked a long line up your folds, tongue moving the hood your shy clit wore. He wrapped his tongue around the small nub and squeezed. A loud moan coming from your mouth. His tongue traveled south, to your needy hole. Watching it open as if telling him to come inside. He entered your hole, tongue slipping past the barrier that kept you from him. He could taste the blood on his tongue and your sweet slick. He knew his mate was alone but also a virgin? It made him very happy to know. To know that he was going to be your first for everything. He was your first kiss and now your first time.

His tongue moved deeper until he heard you cry out, the fabled spot that made every submissive werewolf mate cry for their lovers. There you were crying out for your sweet lover Kai. He left your hole, licking your core from top to bottom, watching as you whimpered out his name. He knew it was time, now that you were needy and desperate for him, he couldn't wait any longer. He pulled off his old pants and his dick stood up, leaking and red. You knew what looked like ten inches wouldn't fit but you knew Kai would make it fit. "Make it fit okay Kai?" He smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He entered you slowly, making sure the preparation he made was put to good use. Slowly but surely, he entered more and more, finally bottoming out. A large bulge forming in your stomach. You felt so amazing, wetting him and squeezing him so nicely.

He thrusted in and out, hearing you mewl out for him. You wrapped your arms around him, clinging onto his huge body, his muscular arms holding you close. You were crying even harder when he felt you release your sweet cream all over him. He moved faster, bending down to your neck, biting hard all over. Suddenly, he let out a growl, thick white filling you up. He came a lot, most of it overflowing from you. He pulled out, grabbing what was a rag and cleaning you up. He then brought you to the back of the cave, where a large hot spring was. He sat you down beside him, laying back against the rocks. You got up and sat in his lap, wrapping an arm around his neck. He felt as you humped his big cock, sticking out your tongue. He wrapped his against yours, slowly slipping down your throat. He let go once he felt you were trying to push him in. He smiled to himself, happy his mate finally was his, all his.

"Bunny.......want more? Gonna........ give more." After all, he was more than ready to give you what you wanted.

Taglist: @soobabby, @beomiracles

#txt #tomorrow x together #huening kai #txt x reader #txt smut #txt hard hours

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scoops-aboy86 · 1 month ago

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🧜‍♂️ Delayed Inheritance, pt 2

(pt 1; also on ao3)

In which Eddie rescues a new sheepie uhhhhh guppy? 1565 words.

Eddie is not a prince; he’s just Eddie. He barely remembers his mother, wishes he didn’t remember his father, and lives in a cave with his uncle not far from the shore. The local population is a little sparse, but he has a few friends. Sometimes they get up to stupid reckless shit, and sometimes they make music that sounds like a crashing wave colliding with a rock slide. (His uncle doesn’t understand why that’s fun but Eddie thinks it’s powerful and awesome. Like a primal scream.)

But he’s alone today, the day, the most important day in his life. He doesn’t know that’s what it is at first; he’s just floating on his back out on the water, bobbing passively between the ocean swells like the lone driftwood or stray seal he knows he’d be mistaken for by anyone watching. One flick of his long, black-scaled tail and he could be gone beneath the glittering ocean’s surface in an instant.

His ears are still beneath the water, so he hears the call when it comes. The fear-call, a chirruping subvocalization that no mer can fake, that his uncle has ingrained in him to never ignore… simply by answering Eddie’s own call once, when it had mattered the most.

Eddie dips under the water without even thinking, twisting towards the noise and then barreling towards it with a powerful kick, long hair streaming behind him in the water. It’s close to the shore, too close to the shore—dangerous, if there are humans about. And sure enough, as he closes in he can hear high-pitched shrieking. Focuses to put on even more speed so that when he emerges from the shallows to the surf he explodes out of the water, snarling a warning and baring his teeth. He reaches for the other mer, who is tangled up in something—not a traditional net, Eddie notes—and isn’t all that surprised when the mer tries to thrash away. Panic will do that. But Eddie is strong enough to drag him, even with the human fluttering about and still screaming while more approach at a run in the distance, back into water deep enough to cover both their gills and hopefully that will help him calm down.

It does not.

“Let GO,” the other mer bellows in Eddie’s face while still. Fucking. Chirping. “What did you do to me?!”

“Excuse you, I fucking rescued you,” Eddie retorts. He’s starting to realize that the not-traditional-net is a lot like those fitted things that humans wear to make up for their sad lack of fins and scales. The bottom piece of it is shredded and billowing out from the mer’s waist like wide strips of kelp, but the top is wrapped constrictively around his arms and torso, which must be why his breathing is still so ragged—his gills are constricted. So Eddie grabs it and rips.

“My shirt,” the other mer yelps, but the subvocalization stops as soon as he can breathe freely again. The thrashing lessens.

Eddie finally gets a good look at him and almost lets go in shock about how drop-dead gorgeous he is. Not just his face and eyes and shoulders and short hair that looks so silky and soft in the water, swaying around his head in the tidal current, but his scales. Glossy and perfect and a burnished bronze that glows with a deep warmth in the sunny water. There are little spots of them peppered all up his chest and down his arms, even on his neck and face, which is…

Well, Eddie has never seen anything like it before. He’s speechless, mouth falling open like he’s trying to catch krill.

The other mer blinks back at him and stills, and they’re both just staring at each other. Eddie knows how he must look—hair curly and wild from his reckless swimming, eyes wide, flushed from the surprise and exertion of it all—and yet the stranger is looking him up and down, gills barely fluttering as if he’s been struck breathless.

“So merfolk are… You’re real? Not just fairy tales?”

“Uh…” Eddie looks down at his own tail as if that will make the question make more sense. “Yes? No? You do know that you are…?”

Blinking, the other mer looks down at himself. His eyes—kind of sleepy looking, and all colors of the sea and land at once—go very wide and snap back up again. “Oh. I guess this why I was never allowed to down to the beach,” he says weakly, and that jump starts Eddie’s flustered brain back into action.

“Down?” Eddie points back the way they’d just come. “That’s up, dude. Did you hit your head or something?”

In a sudden one eighty, the stranger draws himself up all stiff. “What, did it never occur to you that someone might come from there?” he sneers, and hey. Eddie’s heard that tone from just about every teacher he’s ever had, tadschool through secondary, just because at the start of it all his father had been so busy grifting that his attendance had suffered and he’s felt several knots behind ever since.

Something must show on his face, because the other mer’s expression goes from cold to distressed. Just as suddenly as he went stiff, he shakes his head as if to clear it. “Sorry—Look, no one takes me very seriously at home.”

That strikes a chord; Eddie never quite knows if most mer treat him like silt because of his father or for other, more valid reasons. Like the other day, when some asshole had set their pod of dolphins on him just because he happened to wander by the wrong coral field at the wrong time. Fuckers nearly got him too, he still has a few tears in his fins from that close call.

“I’m from the castle, up on the cliff, you know it?” Now it’s his turn to point, mimicking the way Eddie flailed his own gestures, though he drops his hand almost immediately to rake it through his pretty hair. At that sight, Eddie lets go of the last little bit of indignance that had sparked briefly in his chest. “Er… I don’t know how I got a tail… or the ability to breathe underwater… but I guess if fairy tales are real then magic is real too, so… That explains it, probably.”

And… sure. Magic probably does explain it.

“Don’t worry about it,” Eddie sighs. “I’m widely considered something of an acquired taste, myself.” He offers a flourish of his raggedy tail fins in belated greeting—nothing too formal, he’d just rescued this guy from suffocating and gotten only a bit of bitchiness for his trouble so far. “I’m Eddie.”

The stranger brightens immediately, like he’s relieved, but instead of answering in kind he holds out his hand for some reason. “Prince Stephen William Otis Harrington.”

That’s… a lot of names. Now, Eddie has only a vague awareness of the mer royal family, but he’s positive that there are no princes in it. King Triton’s only heirs are all princesses and mostly older. Meanwhile, he’s also blinking dumbly at the offered hand and trying to make sense of it. There’s something niggling at him, it’s just on the tip of his brain…

Seconds creep by and the strange mer—Stephen, apparently—looks increasingly flustered. He looks down at his own hand, then at his own tail and gives it a wiggle that doesn’t mean shit. It’s like watching a baby trying to swim for the first time, though Eddie feels kind of bad for thinking that after Stephen had apologized for… well, Eddie’s not super clear on what, to be honest, but for what felt like a mean response, anyway.

Whatever, Eddie’s already forgiven him. How could he hold a grudge against the prettiest mer he’s ever seen, the new gold standard for attractive that he’ll measure everyone he encounters for the entire rest of his life?

“… None of my etiquette tutors ever covered this,” Stephen mutters.

“Mine either,” Eddie jokes, reflexively trying to cheer him up when the pained expression looks so out of place on such a face. “Um, can I see something, though? Just real quick.”

Gently, he takes Stephen’s hand and tilts it. The action makes his wrist fully visible and Eddie can’t help but gasp when he gets a proper look at what had pinged ever so slightly in the radar of his peripheral vision.

“Oh, that’s a birthmark,” Stephen explains, like it’s nothing. “Kind of weird, huh? The way it looks like an 8?”

“That,” Eddie says, stomach sinking in dismay because of course he would meet the most gorgeous merman he’s ever seen only to realize just how out of his league Stephen is, “is a sea serpent biting its own tail. It’s on the royal crest because everyone in the family has one.” He slides his loose grip down and taps at the mark with his thumb. “See the indents there? That’s where it’s biting.” And flicks his gaze back up to meet Stephen’s captivating, baffled face. “Whatever is going on, I guess you really are a prince, big boy.”

Out of his league, out of his depth… But Eddie rescued him, so now he feels kind of responsible. They need backup here.

Eddie needs to take him to Uncle Wayne.

(pt 3, pt 4, pt 5, pt 6; also on ao3)

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@hiei-harringtonmunson @oatmilk-vampire @hamiltonswiftie @grtwdsmwhr @theseaofdespair

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ickytreats · 6 months ago

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One order of making Emo best friends darkest kink come true.

CNC, knife play, stalking kink, marking kink, primal play, fearplay.

Popular girl with her emo loser best friend. They know everything about each other, even their darkest kinks. So when she finds out it's apparently National Emo Day, she plans a not-so-little gift for him. She knew he was into some dark stuff, always teasing him for it, but she could also see he felt a little ashamed and scared about them. So why not try them out with her? She knew how to do things accordingly; they had both talked about their safe words and actions. They knew what the other was comfortable with, and she left him a little note with the props she put out explaining everything.

She walked through the park in the prettiest and shortest dress she could find. Like a pretty doll all ready for him to ruin, she gets a text from him. He accepted; the picture was of her; he had been watching her. Makes her way off the trail, acting all scared as more pictures come in. He was following her, and he was getting closer; she took off in a run. Hears his footsteps chasing after her, hot on her tail. Until they make it to the spot and he is taking her to the ground, they struggle against each other, but he easily overpowers her. Knife quickly put at her throat; she looks up at him scared. He even did a facepaint style, and those sharp teeth made him more scary.

Such a pretty doll I caught...pushes the knife onto her neck more, making her whimper. Please, don't do this. I did nothing wrong with her poor lip quivers, as she can't even look at him. He takes the knife and trails the tip up to her chin, making her turn her face to him. Oh, but you are too pretty to give up, princess. I gotta mess you up a little. Taps the knife on her nose as if it were a boop before trailing it down again. From her lips to her neck, down her chest, careful not to rip her pretty dress. Pushes her dress up and keeps trailing the knife, but this time enough it scratches her a little. Until it stops at her panties.

No, please! Please don't! She squirms, but he is quick to take his other hand and pin her down by the neck as he brings the tip of his knife to her panties. Stay the fuck down! You are in no place to make decisions! Growls and quickly cuts her panties off, lightly nipping her hip in the process, causing her to yelp. Taps her cunt with the knife with a wicked smile; look at her so pretty... too bad I'm going to ruin her. Tears stream down her face as she tries to shake her head—not my cunnie, please. Cunnie? Aw, aren't you adorable! Can't say cunt? Changes hands, knife back on her throat as the other goes to free his aching cock.

Stop! I can't take it! I can't take that! She pushes at his chest, but he pushes the knife on her neck. What did I say earlier?! Do you think I care what you say? Huh?! Pushes the knife into the ground next to her head and grabs her face, making her look at him in the eyes. He gives her a small nod, which she returns, signaling for him to keep going with the scene. Gonna make you take every single fucking inch of my cock. Pushes into her with no mercy, causing her to squeal and arch her back. It was so much and so sudden as he fucked into her. Fuck your tight! Who would've thought? Please she'd cry Please what? Please, I want you to stop? No, that can't be it. Please, I want more. Maybe since your cunt is sucking me in. No, it's not! Oh, I'm sorry, I meant to say cunnie. Laughs as he keeps fucking her, feeling her cry and shake under him.

Slaps her face lightly; look at that messy makeup! The pretty doll is getting ruined, isn't she? Watched you for way too goddamn long to not have a piece! Leans down and kisses her, biting her lip and making her whimper. Fuck, you're getting tighter; could it be that the princess is going to cum? Gonna cum for a dirty mess like me? She shakes her head desperately. I will never! Never going to cum for scum like you. Stop! Her body is showing a different story He pulls the knife from the ground and holds it to her again. Wanna think again? She tightens around him, causing him to groan with a smile. fucks into her more, making sure to hit nice and deep, hitting that spot and making her cum. Forcing that orgasm out of her as she cries.

Shit! God you tight! Struggles to keep fucking into her. Too bad I can't cum in this cunt, but it seems like you want it. Laughs as she panics and shakes her head. Save that for next time; today I want to ruin that pretty face of yours. Spreads her legs nice and pretty, both hands on her thighs as he works on his own orgasm. Keeps leaving little scratches on her. Once he is close, he is pulling out and grabbing her by the hair, forcing her to kneel as he furiously pumps his cock in her face. Paints her face completely and even runs his cock over it while panting and chuckling. He puts his cock away and takes a picture of her, such a ruined pretty doll...

After the scene ends, he quickly goes into aftercare, bending down to her and wiping her face. That mean look was replaced with one of care. Happy National Emo Day! She'd giggle through her fucked demeanor. Is that why you did all this for me? You didn't have to do that, Princess, I know, but I wanted to. Thank you then; it was really fun. He is cleaning her up and laying soft kisses wherever he can. They may just be friends, but this was definitely more. Are you okay? Did you enjoy it? They both laugh and respond yes. You sure? Are the scratches from the knife not too much? I'm sure! Softly pecks his lips, shocking him, but then he just pulls her in for a snuggle. Let's give you a couple minutes before we head to my place. A good shower and some food for that belly, yeah? You are such a good girl.

She nods and smiles but then grabs the knife. You didn't do something you said you always fantasized about... And what is that princess? You gave me everything. Your initials...unless we do round two...you said you wanted to try kidnapping play...and it's still your day. She'd put on that million-dollar smile as she hung the knife teasingly. His eyes darken again as he grabs the knife. The park should be empty. No one will see me carry you out to the car. Roughly grabs her, throwing her over his shoulder as she squeals and giggles. You sure? I'm sure! There better be a bimbo, pastel, or whatever day so I can repay you. Just fuck me good and take care of me then your set.

Y'all, I don't know if it is or was National Emo Day, but I knew I had to put something out! I didn't even know that was apparently a day. We all know I love taboo and I especially love the 🩷🖤 duo. I definitely got lost with this one and who knows?….maybe a part 2?

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he-calls-me-kitten · 2 years ago

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I'm back again <33

I've got more 3am thoughts and scenarios to share >:DD

Ive got 2 options for you, feel free to do the desired one, also this might a bit spicy?....

If you write for the other exchange students :

F!MC x Thirteen

(Desired characters are Barbatos ; Satan ; Solomon and Simeon but you can add or remove whoever your want cuz this is your writing and my opinion shouldn't really matter because your the one working on it and not me. )

Our lovely characters are looking for their darling human all across the RAD grounds since they have been gone since the last class and school's finished. They stroll through the halls to pause at the sounds of a familiar voice...WHIMPERING?!

DUN DUN DUNNNN

JOKING JOKING- LETS JUST CONTINUE

Peeking through the small crack in the door they witness our lovely MC layed down on one of the RAD desk, shirt unbuttoned and thrown aside, skirt flipped up, tears streaming down her flushed face, mascara running, lipstick smudged (I seem to have a thing for smudged lipstick-), quivering and trembling as they softly sob and moan Thirteen's name, their small frame trembling under the reapers touch who planted soft kisses and marks all over their body, decorating her thighs with various hickies and bite marks as she whispered sweet nothings into the humans ear, her hands gently tracing their sheep horns and fluffy tail which caused F!MC to squirm under her touch as their animals parts are especially sensetive <333

I just like making them jealous tbh

OR THE OTHER OPTION BECAUSE I'M A SIMP AND LOVE MALEWIFES :

Barbatos X F!MC X Simeon

X !!PLATONIC!! Luke

(I'LL HAVE TO MAKE THIS SHORT CUZ I NEED SLEEP 😭😭)

Luke seeing F!MC as a mother figure and his dad's just taking it as an opportunity to sweep their beloved human to themselves. Inviting her to have a sleepover at the purgatory hall for a sleepover was only innocent and all.... Till it wasn't

Simeon's bedframe collided with each of their movements, Simeon shushing their Darling with "Stay quiet little lamb, Luke's in the next room" or "Keep your voice down darling we don't want Luke to hear now so we?" While Barbatos is a little more dirty, whispering praises about how MC takes them both so well despite her small and "fragile" form, sweat dripping down their forms as her nails dig into Simeon's back, legs trembling as her brain slowly turns to mush from the pleasure, mindless moans falling from her swollen lips, during the of the moment one of then eventually slips something up like: "You easily accepted Luke as you child, I'm sure you wouldn't mind having more" or "How about we give you actual kids of your own instead?" <333

- M. 🪭🪷

M, SERIOUSLY YOU'RE TOO FULL OF AMAZING IDEAS I CANT WITH YOU😭😭😭 And since it took me so long to reply (again so very sorry) and but because there's a distinct lack of my queen Thirteen...

F!MC x Thirteen

Two Queens in a King Sized Bed

"I'll look over the classrooms once more." Barbatos sighed. "Maybe she fell asleep tired like she does in the library sometimes."

"Yes I'll go check there just for good measure." Satan shook his head.

"MC was supposed to go visit HOL with you wasn't she?" Simeon turned to Solomon.

"Well yes we were supposed to head there after this class- wait, do you hear something?" Solomon inched towards one of the empty classrooms. The rest of them followed.

Not one of them was expecting to see what they did. Their precious MC laid down on the teacher's desk with her shirt practically ripped off her and skirt hiked all the way up to the waist and panties pushed to the side.

"Thirteen..please..." You whimpered and begged underneath the reaper. She looked like she wanted to eat you whole.

"Please what, cupcake?" Thirteen smirked latching her lips to your neck as her pretty fingers plunged into your leaking hole again. You convulsed against her, moaning and clinging onto her arms.

"..too much..." You barely managed to string two words in this mindless state. She had been toying with you for an hour now, determined not to let you leave.

"Use your words, MC." She trailed a thumb over your trembling lips and down your neck and collarbone. "Else I cannot possibly help you, you know?"

"Thirteen-"

"And who knows I might make things worse?"

"Thirteen! Ahh~" You moaned as she caught you off-guard with her thumb pressing down on your puffed up clit.

"Are you perverts done enjoying the show? Cause I'm not willing to let you join." Thirteen side-eyed the door.

Satan and Simeon fall back, scrambling to get back their usual composure. The bulges in their pants are a dead give away as where they were looking the whole time. Even as you try to cover yourself up, you know they've already seen too much.

"Why you- you! How dare you!" Satan musters through unsettled breaths. He's not okay in the slightest. All he feels like doing is ripping Thirteen apart from you like an expired bandaid and lay himself down on you.

"Is a classroom really a place to be doing all this?!" Simeon smiles with gritted teeth. The nerve to just toy with an angel's will like this - to show such an irresistible side of his one temptation.

"Indeed. It is most inappropriate Thirteen. It seems I'll have to put you in detention again, please pack your things." Barbatos pretended to fix his glove as his fist tightened.

"Apologies Thirteen, I think it's almost time for another lesson with my apprentice so it's better if you get off then now." He smiled all the while a vein popped in his neck as he held out his hand to you.

Thirteen rolled her eyes, still holding you close. "Please as if you could ever pleasure MC the way I do. This cutie deserves way better than what you lot have got." She palmed your behind and gave it a gentle squeeze while smirking, watching the men fume silently in jealous rage.

"Thirteen. Detention room. Now please." Barbatos warned again. "Ugh. Demons." She pressed a sloppy kiss against your lips, before she left. "Don't worry, I'll catch you later, cupcake."

Barbatos was planning to put you in an entirely different detention room, somewhere in his quarters at the Demon Lord's Castle. Silk ropes and his ungloved hands awaited you there as he pulled you into the din lit room.

Simeon had lost all sense of personal space. He wasn't allowed you to have you in the way the others could. But there are so many ways to pleasure humans after all. His eager fingers and needy whispers had you begging for more.

Satan pounced on you at any opportunity he got. Against the bookshelves in his room, in secluded corners of the RAD library, even in a hidden alley on the way to HOL. He wouldn't stop until muffled screams slipped through your suppressed voice.

You don't remember the last time Solomon slept in his room. Every night, he towered at the end of your bed, his bare chest and shoulders glistening in the moonlight. Every night he pulled off your nightgown and rebranded you as his. No matter who had you during the day, you'd wake up the next day as his alone.

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me oneshot #obey me satan #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me barbatos #obey me ask #obey me thirteen

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dagarbagerat · 9 months ago

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Garbage Rat Lore Compilation - Complete Season 1

I found the notes!! If you don’t care about Oli the Garbage Rat’s life story as Season 1, keep scrolling. Otherwise learn more below the cut. Information is vaguely ordered chronologically from when it’s mentioned in the stream. Any new information relevant to old details are appended to the end or placed nearby.

Note: Oli is an unreliable narrator; do not take every fact written here as truth. CC! Oli has stated that Rat! Oli has a terrible memory and is full of contradictions. This compilation is in part here to help piece together what parts are truth and what parts are fiction.

If I choose to do it there will be a separate post for streams in Season 2, maybe including all this prior information with new information added on.

Family/Friend Deaths

His father was drinking water out of a toilet in a night club in Central Sheffield. A drunk person sat down and it all went dark, then he was flushed. Oli says if his tail was longer he could’ve pulled him out and saved him implying he was there when it happened. He also told Shelby that part of the reason their father drowned was from trying to help people too much. His father was flushed in 2005, when Oli was 13 (said OOC so it isn't him rambling). He said that his father went to the bathroom in order to put on a maid outfit before he was flushed. He mentions that the toilet was in the nightclub of "corp." As of Stream 8 he said he was over his father's drowning. Oli implies that he flushed his father by saying there's a cycle and one day he'll be flushed by his son, though it's possible his brother flushed his father (OOC it was clarified that Oli is the one that pulled the lever)

His mother died when he was young (long before his father died) to various unspecified rat diseases. He also has a bladder infection he got from his mom which may have been one of the diseases that killed her. Oliver told him they thought his mom died to a "denim disease" and Oli agreed that that is true. Says that his mother probably got diseases from the NY water, and that no normal disease could've killed her. Says his mother got denim disease from jeans

His grandma died to a spider

His little brother, twitch, died in a stream

His sister was cooked alive

His grandpa fell and went splat

His grandma fell to her death. It’s unspecified if this is a separate grandma to the spider one

States he has a dead uncle

Oliver was murdered with a knife after Oli hired Martyn to kill them. Oliver is included as they were his friend during the majority of Stream 1 and Oli even told them that they could be his new family

Cats ripped some of his family to shreds, specifically he mentions his “sister twice removed” (some fleas in chat speculated this meant his sister named “twice” was “removed” from the world by cats since sisters by definition can’t be twice offset a generation). A cousin was also ripped to shreds by cats

His aunt twice removed lived in a paint can, but the fumes got to them and drove them crazy before they eventually perished from the fumes. Note: this aunt was only referred to with they/them pronouns. Also, “aunt twice removed” would typically be called a “great-grand aunt”

A whole “flock” of his cousins were in a pizza box together when a human found them and threw them all into a composter where they died

His friend Remy, from Paris, was found dead after bleeding out on a carpet

Had a step father who died as well. Causes unspecified and it’s unclear which of his parents his step father was married to

His wife died

His uncle fell out a window and went splat, he doesn’t know for certain if his uncle was pushed. He was there and saw it happen with his own eyes. Unclear if this is the same uncle mentioned in stream 1 with no specified death

Brother was caught by the tail by an infant and died (unclear what the child did to the brother to kill it)

His "Evil Aunt" tried to poison him before she ultimately died. He was still sad to see her go

His Uncle Philip was a chain smoker

His best friend Martyn was killed by his own hand during a fight to the death over whether or not Oli murdered Apo (Martyn threw the fight). Oli later says that Martyn is an honorary family member after he sacrificed himself

Mother twice removed ate bad cheese and died

Lost a lot of brothers to a sinkhole in NYC he calls "The Thames." Believes that The Thames in England slowly drifted there from NY

His lover Christopher was eaten by a fox

His "ancestors" died to denim related diseases

Sister "twice removed on his cousin's side" died by falling down a lit chimney as though they were a log.

A sister died at 23

A brother was run over by a taxi in the big city

Step father "twice removed" was eaten by his father before being flushed

Believes Shubble died from a cat incident while he was in the bar. Also something about her turning into a pumpkin (not in my notes but was reviewed in the recap stream).

Locations in his Life

Lived and grew up in Sheffield. Was in Sheffield when his father died at age 13, says he's "from Sheffield" as opposed to New York because that's where his father died. He also believes that Sheffield is the capital of England

Lived for a while in a chalet in Paris. Had a good friend named Remy while living there. One of the last meals Remy made for him was shrimp. Also, Remy is El’s great uncle. Remy regularly would give him frogs that were going to be served. Also, Oliver was Remy's lawyer when the place was sued for poor hygiene

Also in Paris, he spent time living on the streets. Here, he knew street cats that were just like the street rats. Shubble also lived in the streets of Paris at the same time as him, sometimes Remy gave her some food

Also in Paris, he possibly did some modeling or knew models as he is familiar with the amount of direction they are given when posing. He also learned lessons of love during his time here, such as, "love comes at you fast and then it falls down a drain" (this may be a reference to a dead lover and possibly the dead wife he mentioned once)

Implied that he’s visited London as he “knows the type” of rat that never left London. It’s possible he’s stereotyping without ever having been there himself but he’s been to stranger places so it’s not a stretch for him to have visited

Spent some time in the trash of New York. Witnessed a lot of crime there. His sister Shubble considers herself to be from New York instead of Sheffield. Has never paid for an MTA subway ticket. He also learned "The Two-Step Rat" dance in Brooklyn. He is familiar with money laundering from when he lived in New York. Says "NY does not have charity" and that NYC is so big people don't notice or care about rats. He learned to move on the ice because of his life in the frozen NYC sewers. During the winters, he would huddle for warmth in the NYC bins

In NYC his mother would eat metal from the billboards, modeled for the Statue of Liberty, and made the city what it is today (gave the rats rights and guided them there).

Also while in NYC he knew a rat named Master Splinter

Has been to New Orleans and saw Hamilton there

Says he was born in the wilderness before the big city

Says he's been to Rio and ate lots of serrano sausages there. Seems to think people in Rio primarily speak Spanish

Claims he was in the Titanic. Specifically the ship, not the movie. Since this is impossible time wise he is either completely fabricating this memory or was on another ship modeled or named after the Titanic

Says he's been trapped like Apo (meaning by an exterminator) before in "the big city". It is unclear which big city he means as he's been to several

Claims he doesn't know the sea because he's from the city

He believes that "New York" is the entire world, thinks Sheffield & England are in NY. Also believes he's been to every bin in the world.

Health Issues

He is 80% alcohol & 20% garbage

Has a bladder infection

He is pretty sure his body literally cannot handle normal food. After several weeks in the house he now will eat literally anything he is given (but has a special place in his heart for garbage), however, as of Stream 6 he found that eating this cleaner food & drink has resulted in creamier poops & funny insides. He says that fresh food often makes his teeth hurt; sometimes his gums bleed when he bites something that isn't rotting. He prefers his drinks & cheese moldy.

His tail has been gnawed short by gnats

He is balding from lack of nutrients (not really visible on the skin so either he means his hair is thinning or there are missing patches of fur under his clothes)

Had lice as a child

He’s pretty sure his brain cells are rotting

Has a weak heart which he thinks is due to a lack of potassium. He also said he has "bees in his heart" (not sure if this means arrhythmia but that would be my best guess)

Poops a lot due to his poor diet

Instead of fleas, he considers chat to be voices in his head. He still has fleas like any other rat, but doesn't talk to or hear them

Says he is so small due to a lack of calcium and potassium

He has lost some of his fingers in the walls

Is fully aware he has memory issues; as of Stream 4 he has already forgotten who wrote "HELP" on the walls of his house and thinks it may have even been himself & he just forgot

He has gotten metal lodged in his esophagus. He eats iron in particular because he doesn't get enough iron in his normal diet

Oli says he's had to eat his own poop to survive in his past. Worth noting that Shubble notes she has never had to do that

He does keep clean by taking dirt baths occasionally

According to Shubble he "smells like pee & rotting vegetables"

He has bad eyes

After the ratsgiving feast resulted in a much larger poop than usual he tells Oliver that he doesn't have Irritable Bowel Syndrome, instead he claims his bowels are "friendly & kind, unlike [himself]"

He hasn't changed shirts in 20 years

His teeth are sensitive to the cold

He would eat baby powder as a baby to grow stronger

Parental Relationships

His father was the last person to love him, his mother loved him too but she died first

One of his parents is in heaven and the other is in hell, did not specify which is where

His mom didn’t love him anymore when she was dying

He says a cat (Oreo) was acting “just like his mother” when the cat attacked him soon after they shared a sweet moment together

His mom is the only person who ever gave him gifts, his father was always too busy. During Christmas, his mother would always take the gifts back as they could only afford enough presents for one person and she was "greedy"

He believes his father went out of his way to help others too often

His father disapproved of the family living a non-trash life style

His father was a working class man, and Oli says the Janitor sometimes reminds him of him

Called El his mom by accident when she punched him; also saying that punching him was acting like his mom

Thinks highly of his father for getting the family out of the sewers and into the garbage (a step up)

His idea of charity is his dad giving him food & him giving his dad affection

He is sad nobody tells him stories anymore, his mother used to tell him fairy tales.

His father said he [the father] was the big rat and Oli never would be

Yelling scares him and reminds him of his father, it makes him nervous

His father was blonde like Jimmy

Mother had 10 kids and 8 died. Shubble is the only other one left

Education

Knows how to read the numbers “5” and “0”. Told Shelby he’s not very good with numbers

Has stated he has gone to both rat school and rat college (could be the same place). However, he was kicked out of school when he ran out of money. He had a friend named Joe in rat college. He also seems to have cut class fairly often to look for garbage

Is seen reading and writing, and has told some rats he learned how to do this in rat school. He has also told other rats he can’t read or write as he’s just a dumb garbage rat. He has also told some rats that he can write, but not read, and that he instead gets “the vibes” from what’s written

He’s read the book “Of Rats and Men” and considers it a classic all rats should know

Says he learned how to read from the papers and food wrappers in the garbage

His sister also went to rat school and they both learned cursive there

Says his writing is practically his own language

Did not learn how to tell time in rat school because he was too busy looking for garbage

Knows German, jokingly said it was his mother tongue

Relationship with Shubble

Shubble is his sister, the two say they were born in the “same rat tube” which seemed to be Oli’s way of implying they’re twins/from the same rat litter. He’s referred to her as his “big sis” and she thinks she was born first but also admits that saying she’s “older” isn’t right. Oli treats her as if he has more life experience than her, but this may be due to how different their lives seem after they last saw each other. It's possible neither of them remember who is older. The two continue to argue in Stream 6 about who is older briefly and come to the consensus that they're born in the "same rat tube" at the same time again

The two hadn’t seen each other in “a while” (the timeframe changes between days, weeks, months, and years) with Oli last seeing her drowning in a puddle before being washed downstream into a big river. He was there and cried out for her shouting “nooooo” as she was washed away. He believed she was dead like the rest of their family until he saw her again in the house

Oli has on numerous occasions in the Halloween stream used the nickname “Shebble” for her (even typing it out this way)

Shubble doesn’t want to remember how her family died and says things like “stop reminding me” when Oli talks about how their father drowned. She also seems to have repressed the memory of her parents deaths as she expressed surprise as if she had only just learned her dad died when Oli mentioned it the first time, but later says she remembers and that the two are each other’s only family left

The two of them have fought street cats, raccoons, badgers, wombats, and more together. Raccoons were her “biggest enemy” when she was living in New York

Unlike Oli, Shubble considers herself to be from New York and not Sheffield. This is because Oli spent more of his life moving from place to place and explained that "home is where the heart is" and his heart is still where his dad died. In her presence he'll sometimes say he's from "New York and Sheffield". In Stream 7 he explicitly claimed that NYC is his home, in Stream 10 he was back to saying he was from "New York and Sheffield".

Oli thinks she’s losing her heritage as a trash/garbage rat and becoming too much like the other rats (cleaner). He said he had a phase like that where he wanted nicer things too, but also said that since their father isn’t here to disapprove he’ll have to do it.

Shubble at one point forgot their brother(s). She later states that Oli was never her favorite brother (while the two were squabbling) implying she remembers having at least one other brother

Shubble and him both like to live in ways that remind them of their old life; she leaves her window open at all times to feel more like she's on the streets while he lives in the dumpster. She considered moving into the dumpster with him as a second home

Both Shubble & Oli agree that they had other sisters that aren't around/alive anymore

Shubble has been to court before, and implies she means as a lawyer defending Oli

Both Shubble and Oli have seen Suits and possibly watched the series together

Shubble says it would've been easier to be Oli's lawyer than to lie and say she likes him

Shubble says Oli is the most pitiful and sad rat she's ever seen and says he doesn't need to do any acting during the court case to appear that way

Shubble says she remembers the two of them would cry for food together on the streets. Oli says that never happened and that she disappeared at age 2 (worth noting that the timeframe they've been apart is inconsistent)

When Oliver asks if the two are related, Shubble says she sometimes questions that fact herself since they don’t really look alike. She says they were both born in a pile in New York and rats just kinda accepted who was next to them as family. So even if not biologically related, they grew up together as family

Shubble remembers the family living in a drain pipe under a bagel shop which Oli says never happened

Shubble says he has a fibbing problem

Shubble says he definitely probably killed at least another guy while on the streets of New York, but the crime only allegedly happened

Both Shubble and Oli agree that they've spent cold nights huddled together under wet newspapers & hot dog buns

Shubble says that the two of them were there for each other when the family was swept away in pipes under a bagel shop. Oli says that's not what happened to their family

Shubble and Oli used to get into street fights regularly in NY. After Oli wins the trial by combat Shubble is surprised as he apparently never won a street fight ever before then

Both Shubble and Oli have beds in the other persons house

Both Shubble and Oli grew up never apologizing ever since that's not the NY way and people who apologize once never stop apologizing

Oli says Shubble is his sister from his father, NOT another mister in Stream 8, but in Stream 10 he thinks Shubble was possibly adopted

Other Lore Bits

Says he is in his “mid 50s” in rat years. However he got this number from reading a 5 and a 0 on a coin. He is actually 30 years old, and was 13 when his father was flushed in 2005 (said OOC, this is not an in character bit of rambling).

The movie “Flushed Away” is based on his dad’s story and he hasn’t received any royalties. At one point he stated that the lack of money is why he lives in & eats garbage, although he's since decided he'd live a garbage based life regardless as it's what his father would've wanted

Doesn’t bathe & avoids water in general as it reminds him of how his father drowned. Says he washes himself sometimes in dirt. He uses the essential oils from the cheese he finds on pizza lids as shampoo

His dad drank every night (mentioned his father being a drunk in multiple streams)

His last name is “Orionsound” but he considers his full name to be “Oli the Garbage Rat”

Pronouns are he/rat/garbage and more

Oli (the streamer) has stated that he is “literally the smallest size [of rat]”

Likes Papa Caspacito The Butler in a non-platonic way. Only learned The Butler wasn't Papa Caspacito much later, and will still refer to The Butler as "Papa"

His sister loved learning cursive when she went to rat school

Has done shrooms in “the big city”. It is unclear which big city this was as he’s been to several

He nibbles on tide pods at night

He is aware of China and how far away it is

He knows a lot about training/befriending cats (specifically strays), as if he’s done it before (likely the Parisian street cats he knew)

His wife used to nibble on his tail in a sexy way (tail was already short due to gnats gnawing it down), but she died and it’s only been nibbled on in an unsexy way since then

Was on the streets for 20-30 years, he isn’t quite sure how long

Refuses to be used as a test subject

The pigeons in Sheffield taught him to leave his poop everywhere

Shubble’s pumpkin with a ·_· face reminded him of their “unkie”

He is fine living the fine life, but considers it as more of a vacation

He considers the garbage to be a step up from the sewers

One of his uncles if fully familiar with army terms and may have even served

Believes "The Plague" happened in '59 and says he remembers being alive during it. This is impossible as we know he is 30, it's also impossible even working with the "mid 50s" number

Oli believes he is good with men, but also says that women & men always wind up losing interest in him

Oli's story about what happened to Apo (he was there, but can't say if Apo fell or was pushed- nobody can ever know for sure) parallel's his story about the Uncle that he watched fall Very Closely

He has seen Attack on Titan, Game of Thrones, Suits, and Law & Order

Upon overhearing Apo say that Oli's killed 3 of the rats Oli jokes to the voices in his head "3 murders down, 10 more to go" and later says to Oliver "no more trials, any more murders they should just happen"

He considers month old garbage to be good garbage as it's barely rotted

Oli's ideal home is a dual dumpster (2 dumpsters stacked on top of each other) with lots of dumpster rats living together. He wants kids and kind of wants a dumpster/garbage rat girl to settle down and breed with to accomplish this large family lifestyle he misses

He considers himself to be a lover, not a fighter

His arms are too short to get traction in water so he doesn't really know how to swim, he is seen floundering in the water being rushed downstream for a bit before visiting the glow squid. Although he does swim to visit the glow squid, it is more likely this was done for the sake of moving the event along rather than Oli getting over his fear of water/learning to swim

He doesn't like the smell of wet fur as it reminds him of his father drowning

Saw a corpse by the trash (possibly an opossum) he couldn't identify and joked that he "froze to death" when he couldn't get back in the house when the snow came.

Hasn't changed shirts in 20 years

Says he'll do anything for food and likes his drinks & cheese moldy

People, Timmy & Tommy, would throw crumbs and garbage at him from their window

Believes that if you eat a full fresh NY Pizza as a rat you will die in 7 days

Doesn't know Victoria's secret

Claims he has many rat kids around the world that have tuitions

Believes rules only apply when they're not love related

He doesn't believe in God because he lives in the trash and his parents are dead

He has a brother named Sausage who is/was in Spain

Mentions "the war" several times

Bonus from the Recap Stream

What is your Mother's name? - Shelby says "Martha", Oli says "Sue"

What is your Father's name? - Oli says "Stewart", Shubble agrees saying he's "Stewart Little" but grown up. His father can be called "Big Stew"

Together their parents are "Martha Stewart"

Where did you get your outfit? - Shelby, like Oli is wearing the same outfit from years ago, she just cleans and takes care of it

Oli says about his father "I drowned him and I made sure of it"

#rats smp #oli the garbage rat #theorionsound #text #looking forward to season 2!!!

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midnightnepthene · 1 year ago

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Hello there!! 👋 I was just curious to know if I could maybe get a angsty/comfort one shot of Sun Wukong from Lego Monkie Kid? The gender of the reader can be neutral. Could you do a scenario: Where it takes place after the events of the LBD? Wukong hasn’t been himself and keeps pushing himself a lot more. The reader notices this and confront him about it. He keeps denying that their is anything wrong. But when the reader keeps nagging him, maybe he like a snaps at them and than says something he doesn’t mean? and then eventually he feels really bad and apologizes to the reader, and just says that he feels like he wasn’t strong enough to protect them? Sorry if this is to long at all.😅

a/n : I genuinely like this idea, also thanks for the request!

𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐊𝐀

(n.) a dull ache of the soul, a sick pinning, a spiritual anguish.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵��︵

warnings : angst/comfort, mental breakdown, yelling, arguments, cussing, established relationship, mentions of gruesome nightmares.

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

Something was wrong with your boyfriend. He’s been acting weird ever since the defeat of The Lady Bone Demon. At first, it wasn’t obvious. It was subtle shivers and looks at you, that you never noticed. Then he started to put himself in harm’s way. Pushing himself despite the fact that he was still recovering from being possessed.

The whole group was worried. And you being a very concerned partner, kept inquiring about what was bothering your boyfriend. But every time, he pushed you away. He was getting more and more distant. You’ve noticed the bags underneath his eyes and the way his eyes were slightly red.

Which led you to the position you were in at the moment.

“Love?”

Your concerned voice rung through the air like a bittersweet melody. Wukong winced as he kept his back to you. His fur was damped around his eyes, he didn’t want for you to see him like this. He felt weak, and pathetic.

“Love, please answer me.”

He stayed silent as he couldn’t look at you. Cause every time he does, he’s reminded of that gruesome nightmare. Of you covered in blood,gasping for air as you laid in his arms. He bites back a sob as the feeling of helpless and pain threatened to show. He was holding back everything but he couldn’t help but be annoyed at The Lady Bone Demon. She may be dead but she still haunted his head.

“Love—“

His annoyance reached its peak as he remembered how the demon would mock him using that pet name of yours. He turned around quickly, causing you to stumble back. His fur puffed up as his tail lashed around.

“Gods can you shut up! You’re so annoying!”

In that moment he saw the demon but soon that vision burned as he realized who he was actually talking to. His peaches, shaking and on the verge of tears. He opened his mouth to speak but she left the house in a heartbeat. He couldn’t help but feel as if someone had ripped his heart out. He couldn’t speak and could barely breathe.

Oh, what had he done.

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

You hastily entered your room. You had tears streaming down your face as your body shook while you sobbed. You held onto the wall as you couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. You cried. Your heart was screaming in pain that you’ve never felt before. This wasn’t physical pain but it was rather mental and emotional pain. It hurt far worse than any wound you’ve ever received.

What had you done wrong? You understood that you were possibly being a little pushy but you had just been so concerned about him. He had just been possessed by a demon. He had to be suffering mentally. And even if he was immortal, he shouldn’t push himself too far.

Although, he hadn’t expected for him to lash out at you. It stung. A lot. You couldn’t help but look outside. It was nearly dawn. Fuck. You felt your gut twist. You had taken the long route home when you were in your desperate want to get as far away from him as possible. That alone and taken you an hour.

You push yourself off the wall as you walk into your bedroom. You fall onto the bed limply, burying your face into one of the pillows. Unknowingly causing you to fall asleep.

Not even a three hours later however, you awoke to a knock at your window. Peeking from the pillow, you can see a frantic Wukong holding something in his hands. You sit up and you eyes finally register what he’s holding. It was a bag holding food from your favorite restaurant and a banquet of your favorite flowers.

Deciding to hear him out, you get up and opened your window. In a flash he wrapped his arms around you, the food and flowers held by his tail. He hugged you as if you would fade away from existence.

“Peaches, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean anything I said.”

His words came out so fast that you didn’t hear whatever else he said. He looked up at you with regret and sorrow in his eyes. He held you close to his chest as he kept muttering apologies. His heart was breaking at the sight of your red eyes, he hadn’t meant to make you cry.

“Wukong,”He perked up at your voice, “I’ll forgive you, if you tell me what’s going on.”

His heart sank at your words. But he didn’t want to lose you, the best thing in his life. So he agreed. He sets the food and flowers on your dresser before you both sat down on the bed. Well, you say down. He was laying down with his head buried into your stomach.

“I’ve been having nightmares, ever since what happened. They all follow the same pattern. That demon possessing me and you dying by my hands. She would mock me by using the pet name you always call me. So when I yelled at you, I thought I was yelling at her.”

He looked up at her with remorse as he spoke. Your heart ache as you wondered why he didn’t tell you this. But you understood, it was an habit of his that you both were working on. For reasons such as this.

“And it just made me feel powerless. As if I’m too weak to protect you. After all, I had harmed you when I was possessed. I was too weak to resist that demon’s hold.”

It all made sense now. The nightmares were stemming from guilt. You rain your fingers through his fur soothingly as you spoke.

“Oh Love, that wasn’t your fault though. You tried your best.”

“Well my best wasn’t good enough,” he mutters before you pull him up so that you were eye level.

“You’ve saved me countless times. Not matter what, I trust that you’ll always save me if I’m in trouble.”

You kissed his nose before smiling softly at him. His eyes brightened as he smiled at you. He hugs you tightly once more, his tail wagging as he nuzzled your cheek.

“Now, let’s eat and then we can cuddle.”

“Yes, peaches.”

#sun wukong x reader #lmk x reader #lego monkie kid #x reader

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britt-kageryuu · 7 days ago

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The chat was going nuts because while the stream hadn't started yet, the starting soon page was Pride themed, and anyone who renewed their subs/memberships would gain VTurtles Pride emotes, and badges elsewhere.

The other thing was that Blue was going to be streaming, so a pre-stream bet on if he was going to be at the clinic again was going. Which those you bet 'No' won.

Because when the scene switched over Leo was in the studio using a glammed up version of his model. Meaning it was sparkling with 'glitter makeup' in the gay and trans colours painted on his scales.

The model had a Trans Pride tank top, that was made to look loose as to show a new detail to his model of 'top scars' on his plastron. Black ripped skinny jeans that had rainbow paint splattered all over, with a white bunny dressed in blue as a charm hanging from a belt loop, blue crocs with pride widgets, and not to forget the bandana with his pride colours on the tails.

"Long time no sea Balemates! Sorry for the lack of streams, I'm sure Dee explained already, but life and a big project got in the way." Leo explains while moving stuff around the desk, "We were barely able to go to Pride this year. Which would've sucked, because an amazing artist that we follow was going to have a booth there, and I really wanted to support them."

The chat is spamming the Blue!Pride emote(s), and asking about the event.

"How was it? Pretty fun, lots of amazing performers, there was a mini fashion show that was just for fun anyone could strut down that runway, thankfully no glitter got thrown around. I swear I still have some in my shell from last year." Leo rambles for a minute about things that happened before dropping something big.

"Then there was the citizens arrest done against a highly phobic idiot that was locked into a, what was it called again.. a pillory? Give me a sec..." Leo pauses to look up the word, "Yep, that was the right word. Though I think they wanted to add more."

Chat was very confused, and some had asked about a stockade, or what was the difference, only to be ignored by Leo.

"Anyway, they were trying to at first just verbally assault people, and do the whole 'Pride is the devil's worship' stuff... which somehow escalated quickly into them being locked in the pillory, stockade thing, and the only reason it didn't go farther was well... Legal Things" Leo sets off a sparkle effect with jazz hands for emphasis, "I normally wouldn't censor that, but some people kept trying to flag our streams for 'inappropriate behavior, or threatening Language' or some other crap."

Leo finally switched over to show he was playing Animal Crossing NH. His character dressed in custom pride themed clothes, and what could be seen of the island was designed to look like a Pride Event. Especially with all the Villagers wearing custom Pride designs.

"My sibs will be joining me in a bit and only to show off their custom clothes designs, which will be made available on Mandarins Socials," Leo says quickly while running to his plaza area, "But right now I want to show off what I've done in the many months since we last played this on stream. I also got to prep the spot were Mandarin is going to place down his newest in game art designs. I heard it took a long time to finish the multi tile piece. "

Right as he finishes that sentence the 'Visitor is Arriving' message goes across the screen to reveal Mandarins character dressed in a pan hoodie with rainbow sleeves, and pride face paint.

"Well speak of the turtle. Got on sooner than I thought then again it is a big piece." Leo says before taking a minute to check the voice chat, and lead Mikey to where he was going to place down his work.

Then Leo runs around talking about how long it took to get everything to look right, especially to get the villagers to be all wearing the custom clothes. Purposefully avoiding where Mikey is doing his best to lay down the custom tile/paths.

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Masterpost

The pride event story was the starting point, the rest was added detail.

#vturtles!#rottmnt au #vtuber rottmnt au #rise leonardo #rise leo #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt leo #tmnt au #trans leonardo #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2018 #rise tmnt #the pun was not a typo - he did say sea not see

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mint-merriment · 4 months ago

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assorted screenshots from aleks le's persona 3 reload stream because i actually tuned in (and stayed the whole time)

SPOILERS FOR THE GAME (november onwards) AND ALSO THE VIDEO (watch the video first)

everyone was introduced with the wrong name and character at the start lmao. like the character and name were matched up but a different person came on screen.

since aleks was busy, justice slocum (shinjiro) ended up playing through the game and making an assortment of saves to skip through the game so it doesn't take like 10 hours lol

they repeated the gag from the yukari/mitsuru episode and its STILL funny XD

important images with alejandro saab (akihiko) holding koromaru plush (zeno is out iirc)

CAT WITH RYOJI SCARF. ft suzie yeung (fuuka) and someone else doing what all of us want to do

jonkler jumpscare! ie xander mobus (joker from p5) cameo after they went and talked to edogawa, whom he voices (along with a plethora of other npcs). also, well timed balatro in the bg

presenting valerie arum, one of the long-running voice directors of the persona series and also voice actress of a number of characters! she directed p3r and shared a bunch of interesting tidbits about the casting process :0 lets see if i can remember some of them-

the auditions actually made very little attempt to hide who the characters were. both zeno robinson (junpei) and allegra clark (mitsuru) both figured it out just from reading it. allegedly, junpei's name was rendered 'doompei midori'

the way valerie contacted the va's was by calling them and telling them she was speaking to [their role]. some of them didn't pick it up immediately lol, and suzie was actually told in person

aleks didnt get booked for a while (because the person in charge of those bookings didn't know he had Significant Double Casting due to being p3 protag- and therefore a lot more lines) and thought he didn't actually get the role lmao

heather gonzales wasn't originally the va for yukari but then valerie went 'i know a gal' and a couple of sessions in, the producer was convinced

valerie was the one who told zeno to read for Every character in a future audition because she Really wanted him for junpei, despite the fact that aleks usually voices 'silly' characters and zeno 'serious' characters

suzie apparently had a cold and didn't have her voice for a lot of the recording- also, the navi lines are extremely time consuming because it requires multiple variations of every status line for every character

zeno robinson (junpei) ended up late for his return as he is allegedly wont to do, and everyone both in the stream and in chat started memeing on where he might have been. for his triumphant return, everyone pretended to be dead and/or sleeping XD

for the last day, everyone decided that m4k0t0 would play marvel rivals until sundown. and then they skipped through the maya s.link scene XD

everyone is here!

justice steals alejandro's joke during the jack bros theurgy XD the joke in question is "what did the wasabi say to the bee? wasa-bee!" (allegedly, he kept stealing the joke during the anniversary stream, but they cut it out every time LOL)

for the final boss, aleks ends up fusing messiah, always a banger to do. however they had to delete mada to do so, and thus came the tide of 'rip mada' and other such things

in a move that surprised basically no one, aleks le pulled out the Full Ass Cosplay for the final boss XD

an old classic

SURPRISE YURI LOWENTHAL !!! but sideways. lol. second attempt went better

valerie leaves at the tail end of the journey with chat giving a fond farewell :)

made it to the end :)

other notes:

the camera was So funny in this stream because it wouldnt stop moving and focusing on seemingly random things, or aleks, or someone other than the person they were trying to highlight. (at some point the camera got cancelled for racism)

the light flashed off of justine lee's (ken) sunglasses while she was lurking in the back and scared aleks while he was adjusting the camera- i think it ended up clipped (it did)

justice ended up feeling bad for rejecting mitsuru, so he romanced aigis

#persona 3 reload #p3r #p3 #long post #i made this post the day of the stream but in respect to aleks' wishes i did not post it until the video was out

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saltnpepperbunny · 8 months ago

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BEACON- Prologue: Awakening

Hey all, and welcome to Beacon! This fic like actually exists again, hiatus is (mostly) over! This is a PMD story about my mareep character Calamus (he/they). Calamus started as a RP character, and thus his story is written. I plan to write this story in a similar style to Till World's End, but it will be a lot longer than TWE!

I'll probably start posting regularly when I have a substantial number of chapters written. I'll try to post weekly when I'm ready. For now, enjoy this rewrite of the prologue! This chapter remained public during the hiatus, but the prose was three years old, so I decided to just write it anew.

Last note, this story is rated TEEN AND UP! The content warnings will be made available on the cover when I post it. Also please note that the content warnings may update as the story goes along (I'll notify when this happens). Sensitive readers, take care!

NEXT: Chapter 1: Perfection (coming soon) >

COVER AO3

This story is rated Teen+! Content Warnings listed on the cover!

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In the depths of the gorge beneath a fallen castle, where within a kingdom thousands of years strong had collapsed in a single night, a body opened its eyes.

What had lay dead now sparked to sudden life. Its lungs twitched with the beginnings of breath. The electric spark of impulse returned to its muscles. A tremor ran through its limbs, bringing sensations of stiffness, a dull ache. Movement, at the moment, was impossible. The body saw nothing around it but darkness. It blinked slowly, registering its eyes had opened, and yet still, surrounding it, a relentless pitch black. Its ears registered silence. As it scanned the environment, the shadows bent into the shapes of tall stone walls, ridges of black sedimentary rock, the shallow divot of the dry riverbed like a wooden manger. Regained, slowly, was the ability to feel.

That trembling dull ache gave way to agony. It realized it was in pain.

The corpse sucked in a shredded breath. Its lungs spasmed to life. It coughed and gagged and wheezed as excruciating pain convulsed through its limbs, its flanks, its head. Good Zapdos, everything hurt! It had never hurt like this in all its terminated life! All it could do was tremble, squeeze its eyes shut as tears pearled at the corners of its lids. Every gasp of air racked the body with pain. Though it had once known comfort, no gentle hand reached out from the darkness to pull away his hurt with delicate fingertips. No helpful other stirred.

Just a dead body, returned to life. At the bottom of a gorge. Alone.

It tried to remember, looked into a brain swamped in darkness. Where had it come from? Why was it here? Why was it now alone? It pulled into its memory, traced along a synapse into the story of the being that had become this corpse. Around it, still darkness. The night had yet to lift. It was night, wasn’t it? It had been night when…

Its eyes stretched wide. The corpse remembered another life.

“No force on earth can quash that which is absolute. My child, my life, through our blood, you are immortal…”

“Shhhhh, my golden, it’s okay. You have all the time in the world…”

“Promise you’ll never leave me, Cal. Promise me…”

“For Zapdos’s sake, Calamus, RUN—”

No…

No…!

NO!

A new kind of pain washed through it like black clouds rolling in. Despair rose in it like rain filling a storm drain, an agony that came streaming to its eyes and in burning streaks down its cheeks. From its throat came a hiccupping sob. It laid its head down, covered its eyes with its hooves, and cried. The pain came out in snot and in tears, in wheezing gasps, in shaking and clutching and its tail wrapping around the body. In its life it had never known a pain like this. It had never known an agony that threatened to rip its body open on its way out, that dragged its mind down into unyielding black, became the whole world in that dark place. It threatened to drag it back to death.

Day had yet to break. That meant it was still this night. This single night had been all it took to destroy the immortal kingdom. To destroy the Immortal Dynasty. Only hours before, the setting sun had cast the castle above in a golden aura, and from its highest balcony, the King had stood tall. The Queen had stood at his side. And behind them, back behind the great glass doors, the Prince had watched from their shadow cast. He saw his parents look out over that which was theirs: The city sprawling wide and far past the castle gates, beyond it the peaks of gray stone mountains cutting into the clouds.

Last evening, the setting sun had cast the monarchy in the blinding light of the gods.

And when the sun inevitably rose once again, that monarchy would be gone.

One night. One night. It didn’t even seem real. How could anything change so fast, let alone what was supposed to be immortal? It grasped at broken promises, the crumbling picture of a future now brought to ruin. Its chest, wet with the pain of a home lost. It wept and wept, despair weighed over it like a heavy black cloak, and in its mind coalesced the single question of what to do now. With bruised muscles and wet cheeks, amidst the rocks and the dust, there seemed to be no answer. And that made it afraid.

The body wished it could fall back asleep and wake up in a better world, a place where burdens need not be carried. A place without pain.

Then it realized, it could.

The body was still in pain. Its bruised muscles tremored, its head split, its breaths sagged. Everything it had ever known and loved was gone. Someone had once told it that it was the body of the kingdom. Its voice, its blood, its heart. If that kingdom was now gone, and with it, the monarchy… Surely that meant it, too, should now die?

Its vision became fuzzy. The black faded into something darker. The pain began to ebb. In that moment, the body realized that it could be okay, perhaps, with dying. It would be so easy, wouldn’t it? The burdens it carried, now with the added weight of this night’s events, would lift. Its worries, its loathing, its pain: All of it would be gone. A corpse, after all, was not supposed to breathe or hurt. Maybe it was just being stupid. Why had it even awoken in the first place? Wouldn’t it have been so much easier just to run, fall, hit the ground, and never wake up again?

But now, unfortunately, it had a choice.

It faced a crossroads, and neither path called. Did it risk the unknown of death or the unknown of life? It was one thing to long for the sleepful embrace of the end, but another thing entirely to stare the choice down. To become the one who held the scythe to your own throat. Sleep called, and oh how it longed, but to reach it through the sharp bite of the blade into his neck… The idea drew fear as much as the other choice: To step into a new world ripe with terrors and challenges the likes of which it had never dreamt. The unknown terrified it to the core, but the choice was in its hooves. It had fallen. But would it rise?

Could it?

. . .

It shifted a hoof to connect with the ground.

Another hoof shifted into place.

And then, steadily, shakily, gritting its teeth through the pain, the body rose.

Why did it rise? The question had no answer. Was it weakness that turned it from the reaper’s hand? An unwillingness to face a comforting unknown, to commit? Or was it a newfound strength? It couldn’t be sure, and it never would. As it limped across the stone, sniffling, trembling, it turned its back on the temptation to lay down and let the world wash away. Maybe there would be help. Maybe that was possible? It seemed like a joke, but that single, small idea brought this dead body back to life.

A spark of electricity cracked across its wool.

As a corpse awakened and dragged itself up from the bottom of the world, with such a long journey ahead, it remembered five things about itself.

Its name was Calamus. He, sort of, was a boy. He was a mareep. He was heir to the throne of Lightbeacon, the eternal kingdom of the northeast.

And Lightbeacon’s ruling family—no, HIS family—as of this night, had ceased to exist.

#spb's writing #pokemon #mareep #pmd #pokemon mystery dungeon #pokemon mystery dungeon fanfic #pmd fanfic #pmd fanfiction #pmd beacon

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maccreadysbaby · 2 years ago

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A Hundred Days to Become a Wayne

batfamily + oc insert

tw: abuse, ptsd?

wanna start from chapter one or read more? here’s the table of contents!

this chapter was so fun to write but also sad???? anyways have a nice little dad/son hurt/comfort breakthrough moment

part ten

❝ REALITY ❞

MONDAY — 4:28AM

BENTLEY WOKE UP IN THE CLOSET.

He rubbed his eyes with his fists, blinking rapidly in a poor attempt to grasp his surroundings. He thought he was at Wayne Manor?

Last thing he remembered, he and Damian spent an exorbitant amount of time in the barn with the quartet of pets. They’d spoken about animals the whole time — Damian was really passionate about them, and Bentley knew next to nothing, so it was a win-win.

He vaguely remembered heading back inside with Bruce, and something about dinner, and going to the den to watch television?

Any spark of hope that was burning in his chest faded when he blinked over and over again, and saw nothing but black. He was definitely still in the closet. He tugged at his shirt — it was sticky. The bloody blue pajamas. His hand was stinging with a newer, fresher pain than it had been at Wayne Manor. He could still feel the bandages on it, and his head was throbbing spectacularly.

Had his father hit him so hard he slipped into a freakishly-realistic dream about a family he hadn’t even met yet?

Dim sunlight streamed through the crack at the bottom of the closet door. What had happened before his insane fever dream?

Right. His father. The crying. The punch. The glass.

He lifted his uninjured hand to the doorknob, twisting with a quiet delicacy. It turned and turned until… click.

It was unlocked.

He rose from the hardwood and pushed his red hair off of his forehead, ever-so-gently pressing against the door. It opened without a creak, just enough for him to poke his head out.

Whittaker Estate looked normal. The sun was streaming through the tall windows and illuminating the perfectly pampered hallway furnishings. All of the paintings were hanging in their spots, each priceless trinket was on its table in the hallway, and nothing was out of the ordinary.

So… Bentley hadn’t developed a soft spot for Dick Grayson? And he hadn’t spoken to Damian Wayne about animals for too many minutes to count? And he hadn’t made a gigantic dog roll over and hadn’t met a cat precariously named after a still-living butler?

He guessed that made sense. Who’d name an animal after someone who was still alive, anyway?

With a tense exhale, he shut the closet door and sat back down on the floor. He couldn’t leave the closet until his father let him out — not after he invaded his privacy.

Luckily, that moment came sooner than expected.

The closet door was ripped open with such fury Bentley thought it was almost torn off it's hinges. He didn’t even have time to peer up at his father before the man had latched onto the boy and thrown him.

Yes, thrown him. Bentley slammed against something with a shrill crash, thudding against a piece of furniture and tumbling to the floor. Sharp pains stabbed into his back where he landed, and he cried out in both shock and agony.

When he finally gathered himself enough to process where he was, he realized he was laying on glass, and a mirror on the wall above an empty table had been shattered. His father had thrown him into the mirror next to the closet.

“-despicable excuse of a child!” He caught the tail-end of his father’s sentence, but all he could really think about was the fact that something warm and wet was soaking through his shirt and his back hurt a lot.

When he turned to look at his father, the man was already in his face. Bentley flinched to no avail — only digging mirror shards deeper into his own back — and his father grabbed onto the front of his shirt and started dragging him down the hallway.

“You know, the only reason I kept you was because your mother would resent me if I didn’t,” Bentley couldn’t see his father’s face, but he instead clawed and grabbed at the strong hand that had the front of his shirt twisted up in it.

“Father, please-“

“I guess that doesn’t matter anymore!” Bentley let out a small whine when his head thudded against something — and he realized his father was dragging him up the stairs. He tried to use his father’s hand to pull himself up, but it did no good, as the man just kept ragdolling him against the stairs and rails despite his many attempts at movement.

“It doesn’t matter anymore!” He repeated as they reached the landing at the top of the staircase, near Bentley’s door. He momentarily saw the files sprawled out on his bed where he’d left them.

“Because your mothers dead!”

His father hauled him off the ground and held him up, so they were face to face. Their deep red hair and brown eyes matched too well, almost too perfectly. His father was weeping bitterly.

“Your mothers dead!”

And he threw Bentley down the stairs.

For a moment, everything was numb, and his ears were ringing and he couldn’t feel anything. He just tumbled and tumbled until he came to a stop on the first floor.

Then the panic wore off, and the pain set in. Everything was burning, on fire, every inch of his body. His head felt like it was going to split, and his ribs were probably broken, and his legs didn’t feel right, and he wasn’t even actually sure if all his extremities were still connected, and he heard his father thudding down the stairs toward him. So he curled up as tight as he could on the hardwood and screwed his eyes shut, hoping and praying he’d still be alive to make it to the Wayne’s house.

And that’s how he woke up, curled in a tightly wound ball, eyes screwed shut, trembling in his bed at Wayne Manor.

He was holding onto the sheets like he’d die if he let go of them. Which one was it, was he at his own home, or the Manor? Which was real? Which was a hyper-realistic nightmare?

The digital clock on the nightstand read 4:28 in the morning, but he was having trouble remembering what he did that day. Why was he struggling so badly to remember what happened? He couldn't remember anything past going to the barn with Damian — was he losing his mind?

He closed his eyes tightly and tried to listen — maybe he’d hear Damian close the bathroom door, or Tim wander into his room, or Titus barking somewhere, but he didn’t. He didn’t hear anything but the house creaking and the air conditioner whirring and his father thudding down the steps toward him-

“Bentley,”

He started crying.

“Hey Bentley — hey buddy, open your eyes. It’s okay,”

That… didn’t sound like his father.

“Can you hear me? It’s okay. I’m right here. You’re okay.”

Where was he?

“Open your eyes, bud,”

When Bentley finally took the strange voice’s advice and peeled his eyelids apart, the bedroom light was on, and Bruce was kneeling beside the bed with a pitiful look on his face.

For a moment, Bentley stared at him.

“It’s alright — you’re awake now. You’re awake,”

His black hair was only slightly messy, and his icy gray eyes were dull with something like deja vu swirling in the back of them. He looked like he knew this all too well.

Bentley pushed himself upright. “B…ruce?”

“Yeah, it’s me. I’m here,” The man replied. Bentley pressed himself against the headboard of the bed, pulling his knees as tightly to his chest as he could get them.

“You’re… really here?”

Bruce smiled sorrowfully. “I’m really here.”

Bentley covered his eyes with his forearm out of habit. “And… I’m really here?”

“You’re really here, too. We’re both here. In the Manor,”

Bentley sobbed.

He buried his face in his knees, hoping to at least stifle the pathetic sounding cries a little, but it wasn’t really any use. He was crying like he was dying and there was no way to hide it.

A few quiet moments later, the mattress dipped ever so slightly beside him.

“What can I do to help you?” Was what Bruce asked, and the mattress shifted a little more.

Bentley shook his head where it sat between his knees. “I… don’t know. I don’t know,” He muttered, a few more violent sobs shaking his small body.

Bruce tried again: “Do you think it would help if we went outside, in the yard?”

“I don’t know,” The child whimpered, wiping his tears against the soft material of his pajama pants.

“That’s okay,” Bruce exhaled. “I’m not going to leave, alright? I’m right here.”

Surely Bruce was real. Surely this was all real.

“What happened?” Bentley half whispered, a few more cries slipping past his lips without his consent. “…After the barn?”

He heard Bruce take a deep breath.

“You came inside with Damian and had lunch. Then we spent a while talking to Dick in the den,” The man explained carefully. “After that, Alfred made dinner — soup, because Tim isn’t feeling well. He didn’t come down but Dick took some up.”

Bentley blinked into his knees.

“Then we went back to the den to watch a documentary Damian was interested in. About wild cats. Tim and Duke joined us, then. And once it went off, you, Duke, and Damian came up to bed,”

A welcomed wave of relief crashed over Bentley when he realized he remembered all of that. He remembered sitting in the den with everybody. He remembered Dick making strange comments about the wildlife on the screen, and Damian correcting him, and Tim telling him to be quiet because his head hurt and he was trying to sleep. He remembered sitting in a chair next to the arm of the couch. Tim's legs were hanging over because he was using Dick as some sort of pillow, and he remembered Tim slapping Dick’s hand away when he tried to stroke his hair, but he eventually gave in, because Dick wasn’t giving up anyways. He remembered all of that.

But for some reason, it only made him cry harder.

What if it wasn’t real? How was he supposed to convince himself it was real? Just because he could see it didn’t mean it was real. Just because he could hear it didn’t mean it was real. Just because he could-

His back didn’t hurt. He couldn’t feel the glass in it — he wasn’t in pain. He hadn’t been thrown down the stairs.

Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t felt much more than pain with his father. He didn’t feel the cool hardwood under him when he was sitting in the closet, or the rough skin on his father’s hand, or the sharp edges of the stairs. He hadn’t felt them, not really. He felt pain, but he didn’t feel them.

Maybe if he could feel it, that meant it was real?

The room went oddly still when Bentley reached out and grabbed the sleeve of Bruce’s shirt.

He could feel the threads between his fingers, and the warmth coming from the man’s arm — he was real. He was real and he was sitting there.

He lifted his head up ever so slightly, glancing over at him. He was looking back at Bentley with a blank, non-judgemental expression.

He was real.

Bruce lifted his other arm in a quiet invitation, one that could be easily ignored and avoided if Bentley wanted to.

Did he want to? Every time he’d been touched in the past, it ended with pain. Until he met Nightwing. Not a single Wayne had hurt him yet — not even the dog. Was he naïve enough to trust Bruce so quickly?

A mere moment later, he found himself unraveling from the tiny ball he’d created and scooting across the mattress. And he didn’t stop until he was against Bruce’s side, his head tucked into his shirt because he was there, and he was real. He ever-so-gently closed his arms around the child in a protective embrace and Bentley cried there, for a while, until he was lulled to sleep with the material of Bruce’s shirt balled up in his hands.

In the arms of someone who was real.

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dedicated to @sassenashsworld💛

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uppastthejelliclemoon · 2 years ago

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“It was an irreplaceable love”

A little sequel/continuation to my “dyin’ ain’t so bad” fic i wrote back for tuggoffelees week, this time featuring more angst thanks to @soh-da-meatball who broke my heart with her latest tuggoffelees art <3

Obviously this takes inspiration from “saturation” (the song that soh used) but while i was writing i also couldn’t stop thinking about “something to hold onto” from the “between the lines” musical and long story short i’m crying over this

Warnings: mentions of major character death, descriptions of violence (basically what had happened to tugger), unhealthy coping mechanisms (mistoffelees isolating/punishing himself), overall a lot of grief

Mistoffelees stayed in his den for weeks after Tugger’s death.

He spoke to no one, not even his sister.

The only reason he ate was because he knew how much Tugger would hate seeing him waste away, but even then, he only ate the bare minimum to keep himself alive.

Munkustrap, Victoria, and Old Deuteronomy were the only cats who came into Mistoffelees’ den, after every other cat had found themselves unable to enter due to the magic surrounding it.

Munkustrap would sit in the silence with Mistoffelees, a strong, calm presence. He was the only cat who truly understood Mistoffelees’ grief, seeing as he had been there as well when Tugger died.

Victoria held her brother during her visits, wrapping her arms around him and protecting him from the world.

Old Deuteronomy was the only cat Mistoffelees would cry in front of, clinging to the old tom as violent sobs ripped through his body. Deuteronomy cried with him, cradling the younger cat gently, whispering gentle reassurances that Tugger’s death wasn’t his fault, that he had done everything he could.

Mistoffelees wasn’t so sure about that.

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Tugger’s bloody, broken body in front of him, fur mangled and matted.

He saw Old Deuteronomy collapsing to the ground when he saw Tugger’s body.

He saw Munkustrap falling into Demeter’s arms, the golden queen clinging to her mate with tears streaming down her face.

Every time he sat in the silence, he heard Bombalurina’s screams when she saw Mistoffelees and Munkustrap enter the Junkyard with Tugger’s body on their backs.

He heard Plato’s choked sobs at the sight of his brother in all but blood, lifeless and limp.

He heard Jemima’s terrified questions about what was wrong with her beloved uncle.

Despite Deuteronomy’s reassurances, and Tugger’s insistent final words, Mistoffelees blamed himself. He should have been faster, his magic should have healed Tugger.

His isolation was his punishment, his misery his penance for his mistakes.

So he remained in his den, curled on his bed, Tugger’s favorite blanket clutched in his arms as he breathed in the scent of his mate. Occasionally he would move around, a quick cleaning, a tidy-up of the bed, but that was only if one of the three cats he still saw came to visit.

He didn’t deserve for the den to be pristine.

Mistoffelees did manage to leave his den one night.

Like the other magical cats, Mistoffelees’ powers took strength from the moon, and the full moon shining above him in the sky made it feel as though his magic was about to burst out of him.

He sat in the center of the hidden clearing, the spot where he and Tugger had shared a private dance after their mating, and stared down at his paws. He hadn’t used his magic since the day Tugger died, and when he wiggled his fingers briefly, the rainbow sparkles he had once loved so dearly shot out, the pent-up emotions and magic exploding out of Mistoffelees in a wave of grief and pain.

He spread his arms out, magic flaring around him. The only reason the magic did not spread to the rest of the Junkyard was thanks to the barrier Mistoffelees had constructed around the clearing so long ago, when it had served as a secret place for him to practice.

Mistoffelees waved his arms and spun around, kicking out and lashing his tail until he stopped, hunched over with paws on his knees, heaving great, deep breaths, exhaustion settling into his bones.

“Magical.”

The awed whisper had the tom freezing. The voice was one Mistoffelees would recognize even in a sea of screams and cheers. It was the voice that had spent countless hours reassuring him, whispering sweet nothings as they curled together, giggling over thoughts of a future they would never have.

Slowly, Mistoffelees turned around, and he felt everything around him grow silent.

Perched on the old chair, as though nothing had ever changed and Mistoffelees was simply practicing parlor tricks, was Tugger.

Clean fur, not a trace of blood or injuries in sight, and amber eyes glittering with only love and adoration.

Mistoffelees could think of nothing else do to but collapse on the ground, sobbing. His only thought was that he had finally cracked, his weeks of isolation and punishment had caused him to hallucinate. It made sense, he supposed. His greatest punishment would be to see the ghost of the mate he failed to save everywhere around him.

“Sparkles?” Tugger’s voice was now filled with worry, and much closer than before. Mistoffelees buried his face in his paws, shaking his head. He couldn’t bear to look up and see the vision his grief-riddled mind had conjured for him. Firm, warm paws grasped his wrists, and slowly pulled his paws away, but Mistoffelees kept his eyes shut. Those same paws then cupped his face, thumbs stroking the fur beneath his eyes gently, wiping away the tears. “Come on, gorgeous, let me see those beautiful eyes.”

Mistoffelees could never resist it when Tugger spoke to him like that.

Slowly, he opened his eyes, meeting Tugger’s loving gaze. A soft, warm smile spread over the maine coon’s face, and Mistoffelees couldn’t resist throwing himself forward, wrapping his arms around Tugger’s neck with a broken cry.

Tugger’s arms wound around Mistoffelees’ waist, strong and sure, and the two cats clung to each other, faces buried in the other’s fur.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” The magical tom gasped out.

Tugger pulled away, a small frown on his face as he looked at his mate. “Sorry for what, Mist?” Mistoffelees’ face dropped, but Tugger placed his paw beneath his chin, gently tilting his face back up towards him. “Mistoffelees, listen to me. What happened to me was not your fault. I would never, ever blame you for what happened. All that blame? That’s on Macavity. He’s the one who killed me.” He leaned forward, resting his forehead against Mistoffelees’ with a deep sigh. “You and Straps brought me home, Misto. You came after me, and I was able to say goodbye to you.”

Mistoffelees shook his head. “I should have done more, Tugs.”

“You couldn’t have done more, Misto.” Tugger replied firmly. “It was my time, and as horrible as it was, you couldn’t do anything to change it.” Mistoffelees let out another sob, and Tugger pulled him back into his arms, hugging him fiercely.

Mistoffelees wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, the two cats clinging to each other. By the time they pulled apart, he had cried out all his tears, and Tugger was back to smiling, pressing soft kisses all over the magical cat’s face.

Now that he was no longer crying, Mistoffelees could see the soft glow around his mate wasn’t simply due to his own watery eyes.

“This isn’t a hallucination, is it?” He asked softly.

Tugger chuckled, standing and pulling Mistoffelees up with him. “Not at all, my marvelous, magical magician. You did this.”

Mistoffelees’ brow furrowed. “Me?”

“I’m not sure exactly, but all that magic you let out, combined with your grief and love, it brought me here for just a little while.” Tugger said gently. He looked up at the moon above them. “It’s a full moon, as well. Like during the Ball.”

Of course.

Full moons, whether it was the night of the Ball or not, were when the Jellicle magic was strongest, and the veil between the Heaviside Layer and the living world was lifted, allowing moments of peace between deceased cats and their families.

Mistoffelees let out a soft, disbelieving laugh, tilting forward to rest his head against Tugger’s shoulder as he sent an unspoken whisper of thanks to the Everlasting Cat for granting him a final moment with his mate.

“I’m going to sing at the next Ball.” He admitted quietly.

Tugger’s arm wrapped around his shoulder, tight and comforting. “I had a feeling you would.” He leaned over, nuzzling the top of Mistoffelees head lovingly. He then stepped back, away from Mistoffelees, and held out a paw with a bright smile. “One last dance?”

Mistoffelees felt bittersweet tears fill his eyes. Their last dance in their clearing, the spot where their relationship had started. He took a steadying breath, and waved his paws.

Soft music filled the clearing, just like it did on the night so long ago, when they had snuck away as new mates, giggling and holding paws. Now, he reached out, tangling his fingers with the ghost of his mate’s, and Tugger gave him a sad little smile, pulling him closer.

The maine coon slipped an arm around his waist, and pressed a kiss to the spot just below Mistoffelees’ ear, where he knew the magical cat was ticklish. Mistoffelees laughed, something he had not done in ages, and his grip on Tugger’s paw tightened. He felt Tugger smile, and he felt himself pulled into a slow, gentle dance, Tugger never letting go of his paw.

Mistoffelees’ smile faded into something quieter, something more secretive, and he burrowed into Tugger’s mane, breathing deeply.

As Tugger’s arms tightened around him, their dancing turning into more of a gentle sway, Mistoffelees found himself with a single thought.

“What a precious love it’s been.”

#cats the musical #rum tum tugger #mr mistoffelees #tuggoffelees #liv’s writing corner #now if y’all excuse me I’m going to go sob #actual tears in my eyes as I’m writing this #munkustrap #victoria #old deuteronomy

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