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saejinniestar · 17 days 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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kurogane2512 · 9 months ago

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Had a weird dream of dominating Xianyun as a werewolf in heat. Could you make it a reality?

Male reader preferably.

istg why do I not get such dreams!! 😤😩

18+ CONTENT

Game: Genshin Impact

Characters: Xianyun x Werewolf!Male!reader

Type: Smut (reader in heat, rough sex, breeding, knotting, creampie, mentions of making babies)

"Ganyu, have you seen one's partner around recently?" Xianyun asked Ganyu while at her abode, both of them had just finished with a training session.

"Y/n? I believe I saw him headed towards Chenyu Vale some hours ago, he also seemed to be in a bit of discomfort. I tried asking him if everything was okay but he disappeared out of my sight...."

Xianyun's brows furrowed in worry, "Discomfort? Care to elaborate, Ganyu?"

"H-Huh? I'm not sure, he was sweating a lot and just... wanted to be away from people."

Xianyun pondered for a moment then suddenly a realization struck to her, she wasted no time to transform into her Adepti form and flew away to Chenyu Vale to look for you.

"It must be that time.... why does he not inform one about it?"

She flew high and low in Chenyu Vale to look for you then ultimately used her elemental energy to track you. There you were kneeling on the ground in the middle of the forest, surrounded by dense trees and a stream on your right.

"Aaah.... dammit.... it hurts...." you panted out as you clenched your chest and laid on the floor, curling your body together.

"Y/n, are you okay?!" Xianyun landed right next to you and was about to touch you when you instinctively moved away from her.

"No! Stay away! Why are you here?!"

"Why is one here?! One came to aid you, of course! One knows what is happening to you!"

"Then let me handle it! I don't want to—!"

Xianyun stared at you in disbelief then silently moved towards you and patted your shoulder, she saw your tail and ears were out and your skin was warm to touch.

"I know you won't hurt me. One wishes to aid you in your troubles and be there for you."

You groaned as you felt her hand move towards your head and gently pat it. You were desperately trying to control your urges but you couldn't anymore. You turned around and pounced on her, pining her to the ground and holding her wrists up by your hand. You were sweating hard, breathing rapidly and she saw your hard and girthy member at full mast as it rubbed between her thighs.

"....Go on. Use one as you desire."

That was all you needed to hear. You practically ripped her bodysuit, exposing her ample breasts followed by ripping her undergarments too. You dived in to bite her collarbone, your hands roughly kneading her mounds of flesh while you rutted between her thighs. Xianyun wrapped her arms around you and held you close, pulling your face up to passionately kiss your lips. She was so beautiful and alluring in this form, and your heat only made your attraction towards her more intense.

Her hands moved down to pull off your shirt and you sat up to quickly unbutton your pants to pull out your aching cock. Xianyun gulped at the sight of your cock, it was red and throbbing with pre-cum already dripping down the tip. It was also bigger and thicker than usual, she knew she was going to be split open with it. You then gripped her waist and proceeded to put it inside her, she moaned feeling the warm tip brush her folds and in a smooth motion, you sheathed inside completly.

She loudly moaned and arched up at the sudden penetration, she looked down to see some part was still outside but she already felt so full. You gritted your teeth and thrust forward, finally hilting to the base and both of you moaned together at the pleasure. You then hammered away inside her, pounding at a fast and deep pace and hitting her sensitive spots. Xianyun was at your complete mercy already, it was a feat to get a highly revered Adeptus like her in this state.

"Aaah! Y/n... you are so deep! One feels.... it so much.... Aaah!~"

You groaned and folded her legs into a mating press position and drilled inside her, your cockhead slamming against her womb. Xianyun's eyes rolled to her skull, her tongue lolled out as she felt like being split into half and filled by your thick cock. It was a vastly different feeling than your regular times of mating, and she wondered why she didn't help you with your heats sooner.

Your mind was clouded with lust and need, all you could think about was fucking the hot and beautiful woman beneath you. Not just fuck; no, you had to breed her. You had to fill her up with your cum to the point that it would drip out of her, you had to knot her with your load and ensure she would have your babies. You knew she wanted it. She was just too prideful to properly say it.

You pulled out your cock until only the tip remained inside her then suddenly thrusted deep inside, her eyes widening and an erotic moan leaving her mouth. She felt your tip twitch inside her now, realizing you were going to cum. Her legs locked around your waist to keep you in, telling you she wanted you to cum inside. You were already planning to anyways.

"Cum in one's womb, my mate! Fill one with your seed!~"

Oh, she had to go and say that. You grunted and slammed down into her as you released your plentiful load, streams of hot and gooey liquid filling her snatch. Xianyun thought you were done, but you suddenly flipped her over and gripped her waist while angling your cock at her entrance again. She had no time to protest, your cock buried into her once again in a simple thrust. She was so wet from your seed, her walls clenching you tightly.

Xianyun whimpered, cockmeat slamming into her wet core, your thighs slapping against her ass. It was so lewd and dirty, if anyone saw a great Adepti like her in this state then she could never show her face in Liyue again, or even Teyvat for that matter. But she cared about none of that, her mind was only filled with the feeling of your thick cock pounding into her.

"Aaah... slow down.... one is not going anywhere.... one will be here for as— mhm.... as long as you need~"

You didn't hear her, nor did you care. You propelled forward which made her lay down on her stomach with a gasp, you placed your arms on either side of her head and immediately buried inside her again. Xianyun moaned the loudest now, her drenched walls having a deathly grip on you as you hammered against that one spongey spot which made her see stars.

"Fuck fuck.... take it.... take it all.... have my babies.... fuck!!!~" you moaned out a string of messy curses in your hazy state of pleasure. Your hips plowed down and slammed against her ass, sounds of thuds and smacks filling your ears and this public forest space. Archon knows if anyone heard you both, neither of you cared for the place anymore.

"Haah, you are so deep~" Xianyun moaned out, her voice weak and unsteady, "You are.... aaah~ You are hitting one's womb, oh Rex Lapis save me!~"

"He won't.... ngh! You said you'll be here for as long as I need.... fuck! You are so tight and warm, Xian.... let me fill you up nicely.... please.... I know you want it, fuck!~"

Xianyun couldn't deny she really wanted it, it was too good. Cockmeat hammered down into her and crammed her sodded cunt, she couldn't even keep track of time anymore as she only felt your cock continuously slamming inside her.

"I'm going to do it... ngh... I'm going to knot you now...." you husked in her ear then bit down her nape before slamming forward to hilt yourself inside and released another load, your knot plugged her up and prevented any drop from spilling out. Xianyun threw her head back as your hot cum filled her womb, she felt so stuffed but she wanted more. You licked up her nape where you bit her and continued rutting into her as your seed filled her up.

"More... I need to cum more...." you grunted and then started plowing again and all she could do was lay down and take it until your heat subsided. She knew she was far from done anyways, and you had plenty left in you to give her.

#genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact #genshin women #xianyun #xianyun x reader #cloud retainer #cloud retainer x reader #genshin x reader #male reader

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coeurify · 2 years ago

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hand stitched. | ellie williams

pairing & word count: ellie williams x gn!reader (use of word housewife tho.) wc: 1.6k

description: this is basically a drabble based on this concept. sewing your inital into ellies jeans. also refrence to thst one gossip girl blair sleeve scene.

warnings & tags: none except tooth rotting fluff and shitty sleepy writing. forgive me not proof read.

It had started as a joke. An innocent one at that. Just a small way of having yourself a laugh when you caught sight of your girlfriend during a cold winter day in Jackson. A way to see the wind bitten rosy cheeks of Ellie’s only redden more when you would point it out.

You had gotten almost that, only much better.

The idea came to you with a thread needle between your nimble fingers, working on closing a hole that had ripped open on Ellie’s favorite jean pocket.

The auburn haired girl wouldn’t admit it.. but she had eaten shit on the way home from a particularly muddy patrol with Jesse and fucked them up. Jesse had mumbled that to you as they handed over the horses you had to get to the community stable. It had made you laugh so hard you fell against Shimmer when your girlfriend handed her over, your toes curling in your boots with the humor imagining the sight. You shooed Ellie’s curious glares off, promising it was just some awful dad joke Jesse had made.

Later that night she handed you her ruined jeans, all puppy eyed as she asked you to patch them up. Her apparent reason for the rips were getting through a few too many crawl spaces that snagged the denim.

What a loving girlfriend you were, not calling bullshit and instead letting your girlfriend find her way to bed as you washed the dirty jeans. A glass of wine from a bottle you had found in sheer luck on a supply run last summer sat beside you as you had stitched together the now dried and cleaned fabric. The sweet wine sat low in your belly that whole night, causing a slower fix to the denim and a hazier stream of thoughts.

You did most of Ellie’s laundry, you remember thinking. Honestly, you did most of her chores. You didn’t exactly mind the little housewife act, it made you feel wanted and loved in a domestic sort of way.. watching Ellie leave the house with the cookie you made her between her teeth.. jacket you cleaned hung on her shoulders. That thought process had brought your wine drunk actions to other places.

Places like ending up with a cracked lip pulled between your teeth, a little red string threading through the right side of one of the pockets of Ellie’s jeans, stitching the little shape of your initial into it. lt was just a joke, one you didn't tell Ellie about the neck morning when she pressed obnoxiously loud kisses to your blushed cheeks as a thank you for fixing the jeans, watching as she hopped around to pull them over her figure and shove her converses on and out the door.

You didn’t see her until much later, during a walk through the main street of Jackson. You had been tasked with carrying supplies from the gate to the make-shift kitchen down the street. With hands full of old cans and eggs from a chicken coop outside Jackson, you had caught sight of Ellie for the first time that day. Her head was turned back to scowl at Jesse, who had been laughing at something he obviously did not key Ellie into. You had an idea about what, which was confirmed when Jesse shook his head and pointed to her jeans.

“You their bitch or somethin, Williams?” Jesse had snickered as you stepped closer— a cheeky grin on your lips when the man met your eyes.

The whole ordeal was a good laugh for all of you, well.. for Jesse and you. Watching as Ellie turned around in a circle like a dumb dog chasing its own tail to see what he meant. “What are you even talking about, dick?” Ellie huffed, only stopping when she saw you. “Babe is there somethin’ on my pants?”

You had bit your lip so hard to stop your laugh that it actually hurt, a red mark left in its wake when the lip fell out of your mouth. Your finger that wasn't busy holding supplies poked her ass where the small letter of your name was, still intact after Ellie’s day. “Put my initial on your pocket, guess everyone but you noticed,” you admitted.

It went just like you thought, your too easy to embarrass girlfriend flushing like she just pressed her face into one of the icy snow piles next to your feet, freckles even more pronounced as her nose crinkled.

But what you didn’t expect was the smile that tugged at her lips, embarrassed and enamored all at the same time. “Oh- oh, cute,” was what Ellie said before telling you to get back to your work, obviously too embarrassed to get into it in front of the mutual friend.

When she walked away, Jesse shoved her shoulder and repeated profanities about you owning her. Ellie just hiked up the jacket she wore slightly, showing off the pretty red thread. The sight made something soft inside your chest grow, butterflies trapped inside your tummy and spouting out your mouth with an airy giggle. You had walked back to the kitchen a little more skippy that day— many residents asking what had you all perky.

After that it became a little routine. Ellie asked a favor of you to fix some of her clothes or wash them.. another pair of jeans ended up with your neatly stitched letter on the pocket. On a rare occasion you had even left a pretty pink version of your initial on the sleeve of one of her flannels. That one was also done drunk, just on something a little stronger than the pink colored wine.

When you saw the pink poking out from the blue fabric bunched around her elbow the next morning.. she had missed her shift by about an hour due to your shower of kisses and hugs, giggling against her ear as you proclaimed she, “had your heart on her sleeve.”

It made your heart swell in your chest that she wore them so proudly. The ice in Jackson melted away a little more each time she wore you around town with her, and you liked to think it was all from your own duing, the warmth in your chest heating the place you called home too.

Ellie cherished the small momento, even if it was a bit embarrassing everytime Dina heckled her for it, or Joel whistled in that old man way she hated when he heard Jesse make a remark about it. She likes the way everyone knew what the different color letters on her pockets meant. Likes when she takes them off at night and can run her finger over the bumps of the string while her legs sit on the bed, your body pressed behind her.

“Sorry I did it again, it’s just too cute els,” you always mumbled, causing her to shrug and press a kiss to your cheek, promising she didn’t mind.

You couldn’t help but watch Ellie from behind to catch a glimpse of the stitch during the days she dawned one of the branded jeans. Your heart skipped a beat whenever her fucked up converse pressed her onto her tippy toes to grab something from a shelf or push up through a window when a door was locked, letting her shirt ride up enough to see your handiwork.

Maybe it was embarrassing to admit the way your stomach turned over and over in a small uncomfortable rhythm when Ellie was focused on taking down a clicker that jumped at her, scrambling back to stand after wiping a bloodied hand across her shirt. She looked at you, equating the glazed over look to the dead infected at her feet, and not the way the red thread had been perfectly on display when Ellie was leaned over.

When she was crouched down to look at a map or something— stretching the fabric of her jeans against her body, your eyes always fell to that one little spot, pressing a cold hand to your cheek to cease the ache there.

When she lounged against the bar in town, it wasn’t only your eyes that fell to the small stitch. It always made your skin prick with confidence.

Ellie would often come home at night all dirty and sore, kicking her shoes off and swearing about a horde of runners or group of violent passer throughs. Her auburn hair was always messy and whipping around her angry face as she hastily pushed it away. You always helped her out of her clothes, admiring how the patch was always still there as you shoved it into the hamper of clothes you needed to clean. No matter what shit the clothes had been through, your little letter was always still there, pristine and glowing.

Maybe there was some metaphor in there, one that would make Ellie scoff and roll her eyes if you ever said, turning her head to hide the smile it would bring to her face. Somewhere in a deep, cheesier pocket of your brain it whispered something about the threads being a testament to the two of you. Never worn down by any storm, any fight. The one thing in a sea of ripped and ruined fabric still standing.

You had scribbled something along those lines down in a little notebook tucked away in your closet, a memory for only your heart when you were missing Ellie extra bad during a long trip. One look at the words, one memory about how you were walking with her even miles away, even when you were sitting on the bed you shared with Ellie and she was somewhere completely else, pressing her way through groups of infected. You were still with her.

Ellie never stopped wearing those pants, and you never stopped finding new places to hide the sign of your commitment to each other with a small threading needle and a string.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie williams fluff

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he-calls-me-kitten · 1 year 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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stellocchia · 1 year ago

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Thinking of Secret Life SMP hybrid headcanons right now...

Grian would be a parrotlet. They're the smallest group of parrots and I feel like with how pathetic he's been this season he deserves to be just a little guy. He's still a pesky bird who, as season 6 proved, can definitely cause some mischief despite his reduced size, but he's a little guy anyway.

Jimmy is not a canary. Because, yes, he may have the canary curse, but that's just a fancy name for the curse, not necessarily his hybrid type. No, my man is a dog. He's a goddamn chihuahua. He's all bark and annoying but you take a single threatening step toward him and he shivers in fear.

On the topic of dogs, Martyn is a pomeranian. I'm specifically making him a small dog too because, despite wanting to act cool at the end of session 6, he is still very much the one who was first on yellow and red. My man is not big dog-coded.

Now, unpopular opinion, but Scar is a raccoon hybrid. He's a mischievous chaotic menace of a man. A little criminal ready to scam, commit arson, kill, and steal. He's a raccoon. He hasn't burrowed under anyone's house yet (that I remember at least) but that wouldn't be out of character either. Honestly, I'm appalled by the fact that this isn't a far more popular headcanon for him.

And, before I move on from dogs, Etho is also dog-coded. Specifically an Akbash (big white golden retriever-looking fuckers used for the protection of livestock). I just feel like the protectiveness and overall vibe fit him very well.

Finally, moving on from dogs. Cleo is obviously a zombie hybrid. There are no two ways around it. Though this does allow for my little headcanon that, having to learn on their own skin how to sew they became really good and really quick and they're the ones making all the new outfits for everyone else.

Gem meanwhile is specifically a sculk hybrid. Though I like to think that that came about when she opened the portal. She was a deer hybrid before (mostly because I like the subversion of expectations with a "prey" hybrid so to speak being arguably the most bloodthirsty person on the server) and then it spread like an infection. I figure by now her infected half straight-up looks something like Belos monster for from TOH:

Scott is something like a Reakirt’s Blue Butterfly. Both because the colors match him, and because he is kinda The Social Butterfly. My man is always out and about mingling with others. He's so friendly that he literally didn't struggle to pull off the "love you" challenge when everyone admitted that no one else would have been able to. It would be a waste not to make him some kind of butterfly at least.

Now, for Impulse I have something less reasoned, I just think the idea of him being an imp called Impulse is way too funny to resist. And he is way more of a mischievous one than I usually see people talk about. I've seen the phasmophobia stream where he killed everyone with the cursed items several times in a row just because he wanted to try them out. I know what he's capable of.

Meawhile his bestie Skizz is so capibara coded it's unreal. Like, don't get me wrong, he's plenty chaotic. But also you will never find anyone more lawful good in the Life Series than him. I've been thinking this since Love Island was founded. My man is the king of chilling with everyone. (Aside from Jimmy, rip Jimmy).

At the risk of being boring, I also like seeing Tango as a salamander hybrid. Exclusively because of the mythological connection between salamanders and fire. Also, the idea that every time he's flying (though it's funnier if it's also when he's simply jumping) he's nothing but a ball of fire with a lizard tail is very funny to me.

BigB is a hard one because I've only watched a couple of episodes from his POV so I'm not quite as familiar with the lore surrounding him as I am with the others. So I'm not sure. I want to say enderman because of his cryptid vibes this season, but he's not one of the characters with the biggest connection to the end. Those are mostly BDubs, Gem, and Lizzie, so I don't know. I'm open to suggestions.

Talking about BDubs, why are there no ender dragon hybrid headcanons for him around? I think it would be incredibly ironic if the dragon slayer was a dragon himself. Also, his house is under the Earth just like the End portals. Trust me, it makes so much sense. He's small but so full of righteous anger.

Pearl is no hybrid, she's literally just a witch. I've seen the WITCH animatic and that fundamentally changed my view of her forever. Before I would have said a moth hybrid of some kind because I do like moth Pearl, but I love that specific interpretation so much it's unreal. She is a witch with an army of hellhounds at her back and call.

Mumbo is a vampire because I've seen some art of vampire Mumbo at some point in time and it hasn't left my head since. Also, he's one of the players with the highest bloodlust every time he turns red. We're 2 for 2 on that with his appearances in the Life series. And it's usually also what leads to his demise. So I feel like that would be fitting for a vampire.

Meanwhile, my dearly beloved blorbo Joel is a honey-badger. This is a headcanon that is incredibly dear to me and I've never seen around but it's literally SO FITTING. The absolute crackhead energy, the lack of self-preservation, and the surprising sturdiness as time and time again he gets himself in impossible situations and still manages to survive until pretty much the end are all that exact honey-badger vibe. Like, just thinking of him summoning a hoard of zombies to fight off several infected and surviving for quite a while in those conditions just, really proves my point. Enough said.

Lizzie meanwhile is a very sad sopping wet cat. Just absolutely miserable. One of those cats who look like they're constantly grumpy. The frown has deepened ever since no one came to her party and she's still frowning in the void of death.

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dagarbagerat · 2 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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britt-kageryuu · 5 months ago

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The stream has begun, and from the side in walks Raphs model dressed as Princess Peach, crown on his head, and earrings clipped to the sides of his mask, with his tail dragging on the floor behind him. He lifts the skirts of the dress, and sits down on a large pillow.

"Hello everyone. Today you'll be watchin' me play Princess Peach Showtime. Yes the dress was my idea, and I don't care if you don't like it." Raph says as he starts the game, and watches the opening cinematic.

The chat is actually filled with many people liked the look. Especially since as far as they could tell Raph is well over 6 ft (182 cm) tall, pretty muscular, and the dress was made to fit his shell, plus his tail sticking out from under the skirts.

They watch Raph play through the beginning levels, gushing over the costume changes that Peach had to perform for the performance.

There was suddenly a donation came in the middle of 'The Ghostly Castle'.

[Chomp-The-Weight donated $5: Do you have any interesting stories from your wrestling events?]

Raph pauses to think it over, " Well actually, there is a Princess Peach related thing that happened." Chat went nuts, and wanted the story!

"Okay. So a while back the league decided to do a costume party doubles event. We could team up however we wanted, and dress up in costumes." Raph quickly finished the level so he wouldn't be distracted during the story. "Me and Star teamed up, I was Peach, She was Mario. We were having a lot of funny with the Competition. And someone was playing sound effects during the matches."

"The biggest thing to happen was, in the middle of a fight, my dress ripped." He pauses for dramatic effect, "Then I ripped it all off, and pulled out a different wig with a ponytail and horns, and boom! I'm Bowsette."

The Peach dress his model wore then switched to a Bowsette costume. This sent the chat into another frenzy.

"We didn't win the fighting side of the competition, but we won a best costume award." Raph smiles, and then went back to playing the game, and fighting the boss to unlock the third floor. "Star also lifted me into a Princess Carry out of the ring, everytime we ended a match. You guys don't really get how amazing that is!!"

For the rest of the stream Raphs costume would switch between Peach and Bowsette. He mentioned that the group had plans for a fighting game stream, but were having some trouble with the 'Costumes' their models would wear for said plans.

So many people donated with comments about how great his model looked in either costume.

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Masterpost

I've had this in my head since I got Princess Peach Showtime!

#VTurtles!#vtuber au #rottmnt au #tmnt au #rottmnt raphael #rottmnt raph #rise raphael #rise raph #rottmnt fanfiction #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #tmnt 2018 #rise tmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt rise #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt

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saltnpepperbunny · 20 days 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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fanficonly · 2 years ago

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Wenclair x Reader -What are you? - Part 3

As you dodge through the questioning gazes of each student you pass, you keep your head down and intricately avoid making contact with each one. It wasn't hard they could probably feel it, they practically parted like the red sea to avoid the dull ache they felt as you approached them.

Luckily this was Nevermore and with no immediate danger perceived to be pursuing you most of the students brushed it off as normal without a second thought. Even the collective headaches of the group didn't make them bat an eyelash.

Eventually the dimly lit, yellow tinted light from the halls becomes a blinding white light as you make it out of the school heading for the gates. As you reach them you stop to finally take a breath, your vision clouded with auras and the trail leading back to all the students extremely evident like steam coming off of a freshly baked pie.

"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" You ball your hands into fists and press them into your temples, the panic far from over. You try desperately to settle your breathing, but with each deep inhale you let out a pained strain of an exhale. It burns. God why does it always burn? Why can't it ever just sting? Why has it always got to burn?

"Urghhhh" you fall against the open gate your shoulder the only support that's saving you from falling to your knees. And then it happens! Why is it happening? You... You left her she's ... She should be safe...

"Y/N!" You hear in the near distance, answering your question. Enid and Wednesday followed you. Why? Clearly you did NOT want to be around anyone right now.

Fangs sprout from your mouth as you turn to look at both girls who are rapidly approaching you. You can feel and hear yourself growling, the monster inside bearing it's ugly head.

"No please!" you're voice comes out as a piercing snap. When you look up at them, your eyes now full beam glowing orange with golden specks illuminating the outer rim of your pupil. Wednesday stops in her tracks, quickly sticking out her arm to grasp onto Enid and hold her back.

"Wednesday! We have to help her" you hear her screech out but little does she know just by being here she isn't helping. She struggles against Wednesday grip while you drag yourself along the gate backwards trying to get away. You watch fearfully as that same floating stream of aura connects to you.

"Mi amore stop." She commands and Enid blinks turning to Wednesday in shock but before she could get angry, she hears it.

"HOOOOOOOOWWWWWLL" The howl rips through your throat in a passionate show of power, almost rupturing your vocal chords. Ears, a tail, claws ...the full works as you shift into...

"I think it's you" you hear Wednesday say your ears twitching as your breathing slows and you watch Enid whip her head around to question her girlfriend.

"What? Wens let go of me she's ..." She turns her attention towards you now "...Is she a wolf?" Enid's vision becomes blurry as she starts to feel faint, she's looking at you in pure awe but also with a hint of confusion.

You see it. You feel it. But you don't say it. You're hurting the beautifully innocent and helpful new friend you have made after only knowing her for 75 minutes.

Nice going.

"Get away from me!!' you scream at her. This wasn't supposed to happen, not this soon. Is this what it's like to shift? You had always steered clear of shapeshifters for this very reason and now that you were being forced to walk amongst them you knew something like this would happen.

"Watch your tone with-" you hear Wednesday start abandoning Enid's side in search of repercussions for your actions. But your eyes grow wide as you hear

"Wednesday... Baby" Enid turns to her girlfriend hazily, breathlessly trying to reach out. Wednesday's wrath has immediately dissipated at the sight of Enid falling towards her.

"Woah" Wednesday swiftly catches Enid as her eyes flutter shut then you watch as she looks at you in what you can only describe as pure anger and confusion.

Your knees have buckled now and both girls become nothing but a blur through your watery eyes. The way she's looking at you hurts more than the fangs forcing their way through your untouched gums and the ears shifting painfully into that of an animal.

"Miss L/N" you hear a voice boom in your ears, your eyes travel up to look at who it is "Go back the school girls" your hear her call over her shoulder to the couple. Wednesday hoists Enid up dragging her back to the school. This wasn't worth dying over and even though her curiosity was killing her trying to figure out what had happened, Enid's preservation was her main priority right now.

"Been playing with wolves have we?" She crouches down to your level when the girls are out of earshot "Tut tut" she speaks almost menacingly "You haven't even been here a day Y/N" she says disappointed. "Come now" she holds a hand out to you which after the initial shock and absence of Enid you finally take.

Then she leads you away from the school, away from Wednesday, away from Enid, away from witnesses and into the Nevermore woods.

....

Wednesday practically carries Enid to the infirmary and bursts inside laying her in the first bed she sees.

"Cars Mia" she whispers placing Enid down and stroking her hair, trying to assess the gravity of her unexplained unconsciousness. She stirs slightly wiggling her nose and humming in response

"What have you got yourself into now Miss Addams?" the nurse scurries over after watching Wednesday barge into the infirmary with yet another injured student. Of course she was rather surprised to see it be Enid, it's usually a poor unfortunate soul who was in the wrong place at the wrong time but she still wasn't impressed at the ever-growing pattern.

"Nothing. I am not responsible for this" Wednesday glares at the nurse's accusatory tone "Enid" she turns her attention back to her beloved and tries again while the nurse pokes and prods at Enid like a frog on a biologist's autopsy tray.

Enid's eyes finally flutter open a little annoyed at the unwanted attention.

Relief washes over Wednesday like the first wave of tsunami and she finally lets out the breath she had been holding in. "Thank the merciful God's" she mutters before saying "Are you okay Cara Mia?" stroking her face. She bats away the Nurse who attempted to examine Enid and the lady gives her an offended look before walking away.

"Yeah yeah I'm fine" she sits up and takes a large breath in "Actually I feel..." She thinks for a moment, slightly attracted to Wednesday's concern for her "absolutely fine" she seemed rather confused by this.

"Are you sure? What happened?" Wednesday asks still stroking at her face and checking her pulse while she speaks.

"I was about to ask you the same thing" she chuckled, grabbing Wednesday's hand and planting a small kiss on it to stop her from worrying.

"Do you remember?" Wednesday asks, taking a seat next to the blonde and grasping her hand for comfort. Although she wasn't sure whether it was for her own or Enid's. It had only taken Wednesday 6 minutes to plough through the school and reach the infirmary but the wolf had been unconscious for the majority so she wasn't sure how to assess the situation.

"Yeah yeah we were chasing Y/N and then when we found her..." Enid's mind drifted back to the memory "Oh. My. God. She's a wolf!" She excitedly says, experiencing rather giddy emotions for someone who was unresponsive only seconds ago.

"You're focusing on the wrong thing here my Dear" the raven haired girl lightly scolds her girlfriend.

"No I know I passed out but like, maybe it was just the shock" Enid brushes it off like it's nothing which lowkey frustrates Wednesday "How cool is it that? She's a Fur!" she smiles happily and Wednesday can't help but admire her positivity. Something she was not well versed in herself but it definitely sparked some kind of happiness to see Enid so happy and healthy.

But at the end of the day she also needed to get serious and figure out what the hell was going on.

"Enid I need you to listen to me for a minute" She calmly spoke.

"What's up?" Enid stroked at Wednesday hand tilting her head and looking at her with her signature puppy dog eyes.

"Why did you lose consciousness?" Wednesday asked once falling out of the werewolf's intoxicating gaze.

"I told you, probably just shock. I had no idea she was a wolf" Enid shrugged unfazed.

"Ok." Wednesday closed her eyes and bit her tongue to avoid saying anything that would upset her girlfriend "And why didn't you know? Don't all Muts have a specific scent? I'm not trying to be rude Cucciola but I have watched you sniff out a squirrel from a mile away it's doubtful that you wouldn't be able to smell Y/N's wolf scent" she tried explaining it without offending Enid.

"That is ... Weird" she agreed. She hadn't thought of it like that. In fact all the concern for Y/N had clouded her better judgement and of course she let her excitable nature win and just went along like everything was normal.

"Enid I don't think she is just any kind of wolf I suggest we steer clear for now maybe do some investigating" Wednesday spoke firmly however she was unable to hide the little spark that arose within her when she said the word 'investigate', she did love a good mystery to sink her talons into.

"Okay" Enid seemed disappointed and Wednesday understood why. Y/N was delightful company atleast before this whole ordeal. "Wait where is she?" She looked around as if Wednesday would allow an unknown species who nearly killed her Girlfriend to be anywhere in the vicinity.

"And this is exactly what we will be investigating" A small, almost unrecognisable smile formed on Wednesday's face.

"Ooo exciting, so she disappeared?" Enid raised her hands in excitement. She was about to watch her beautiful girlfriend go full detective mode and she was ready to be her trusted (cute and quirky) sidekick.

"Not entirely" Wednesday looked out the window in doubt "She was removed from the school premise by an unknown woman; tall, dark-skinned, sketchy looking lady dressed in all black who ordered me to take you back inside." She explained to Enid who just furrowed her brow in confusion.

Wednesday misinterpreted this and just replied "I know. The audacity to try and command me to do anything was appalling" she deadpanned.

"That's not- sure babe she is the rudest most inconsiderate person I've ever not known" she jokes and Wednesday frowns a little.

"Focus Pup." She requests plainly.

"Yeah of course sorry" Enid smiled knowing full well that Wednesday would not stay mad for long.

"Right you feel perfectly stable?" She double checked her girlfriend's status.

"Yes" she plants a small kiss on Wednesday's lips for reassurance.

"Then let's get the investigation board out" she smirks , standing up and dragging Enid behind her by the hand. The hand that sprouted claws at the sight of her inspector girlfriend putting on her metaphorical coat and tie paired with a magnifying glass of course.

Within minutes they were back at their dorm ready to do some digging.

#wenclair #wenclair x reader #wenclair x reader what are you #enid sinclair #wednesday addams #wednesday #wenclair fanfic #wednesday x enid #wednesday x enid x reader #werewolf enid #wenclair x reader part 3

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maccreadysbaby · 1 year 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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This evening ends day 15 of remaking the kitchen, and we're just going to squeak in under the 16-day deadline we gave ourselves for this process. There are still two cabinets to hang tomorrow and we need longer tails to hook up the taps, but we are presently cooking in there so it's well on its way to done.

The new floor looks very nice & will surely still be here a century from now. We fixed the horrible draft that used to stream out from under the cupboards and we've eradicated everything we hated about the old kitchen. The new layout is much nicer & actually reflects some thought, as opposed to the previous owners' strategy of just shoehorning in as much cabinetry as possible. The cabinets currently have no doors because we haven't yet settled on a color, and the countertops will be plywood (under oilcloth) until we figure out a color for the cabinets & what would look nice with them. We also still need to do the trim work, but whatever.

Strangely, when I reflect on the whole process it seems both really horrible and not that bad. I don't know which is truly the case. We're definitely very tired & fed up with building, painting, etc. But most importantly of all, this is the last room that will be ripped out to the studs and rebuilt. That's it! All the rooms & walls that need to be rebuilt have been rebuilt! Barring some kind of disaster, we're done with that forever, which delights me. Soon all this renovation work will be a faint, vaguely traumatic memory and we can just enjoy & maintain the house.

#we've been washing dishes in the bathtub for the last two weeks #I am severely over that #and so very eager to get the kitchen tap working #Over Hartside

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magdacat · 1 month ago

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Top OC Round 2: Dance Between the Fairy Lights

Conk is strutting down the pathway to Lord Ascan’s garden, flaunting their painfully colorful outfit. He waves to the judges as he enters. A very confused looking friend is trailing closely behind them.

“Howdy there! Oh, my outfit?” They turn, and the tail of their suit and capes flutter. “The colors are inspired by ‘passiflora caerulea’ flowers, or blue passion flowers! Kita told about them, said my goggles reminded her of them. The invitation said to wear jewelry, so I have this lovely gold brooch in the shape of a passion flower, as well!” They gesture to the glimmering brooch with gold chains streaming from it. “And the suit— the print is of hoyas! Sunny told me about these! Some flowers are so geometric and pretty, aren’t they?”

When Conk is finally done, his friend takes his arm. “Um, Conk?” “Oh, yes, I forgot to introduce Ev! He’s my best friend from back home.” Conk lights up. “Since flowers attract butterflies, his suit is inspired by gulf fritillary butterflies, which specifically like passion vines :) It’s so kind of Lady Acette to provide the help of her stylists for free— I’m not used to being all fancy— oh, a price?” Conk scratches his head. “Well, I don’t really have… money… ahah. Wait, you just wanna know a secret?” They smile wide. “Then lean in close… You know how my guitar says ‘this machine kills machines’ on it? It ain’t a joke. I’m a cyborg, actually. A killer cyborg, and deadly efficient.” From his exaggerated tone and smile, it’s hard to tell how serious he is…

Conk throws their head back and laughs, his goggles catching the light. “Oh, and, one other thing…” they lean back in and point to Ev. “Don’t let him hear…” he lowers his voice and hides his mouth with one hand. “…but I brought him to this fancy garden party because he’s the only person I wanna dance with.” He straightens back up. “There, you got two secrets for the price of one.”

“Um, Conk???” “What is it?” “Where… are we? I saw a blue person, and— and is that an alien? Is—is that a giant??? Oh sh—” He grabs onto Conk’s shoulder. “Reuben’s a friend! He’s just saying hi.” “Oh—”

Present-day notes: Kita and Reuben mentions again... ahem... also Sunny of @/jamiejacksoninsta fame... she doesn't use Tumblr. RIP

Everyone's favorite round is always the outfit round tbh. And just look at them-- about as tacky as physically possible. Be fair to my guys, they're not used to fancy. I did have a lot of fun with this one... (Originally posted with Dance With Me by Miyavi)

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#year of Conk #TopOC24 #non-canon neurowires #oc #digital art

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aki-i-guess · 2 years ago

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CW: pathetic meow meow Satan. Completely gn reader, Satan gets a handjob, use if the word kitty and kitten (for Satan), use of the word cock, Satan wears a collar and a tail plug. He also cries but in a good way. Yeah it’s just needy, subby Satan. (THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SUBBY MEN BUT I TRIED VERY HARD!) 🔞🔞🔞 MINORS DNI THIS IS SMUT. NASTY HANDJOB SMUT. UNDER THE CUT!!

Imagine… he’s locked up in his room, alone, trying on his cat ears and tail plug. He’s naked from the waist down as he frantically pumps his hard cock in his hand. He’s just so desperate for relief but he just can’t seem to get it by himself.

His whining gets louder as he climbs the peak over and over but never falls off the edge. Even thinking about you, your hands and your face and your mouth- god, how he yearned for the real thing. Just imagining it wasn’t enough anymore.

Before he could give up and call you, a gentle knock came from his door.

“Satan? Are you alright?”

His breath falters. With trembling legs, he stands and rushes to unlock his door and let you in. Showing you would be easier, especially when you came to him.

“I need you.” He’d whisper, dragging you inside his darkened bedroom and immediately sitting you down.

He curled into your lap like a cat, situating himself so you could touch him however you wanted. By now, the tears have fallen from the corner of his eyes and the head of his cock was a desperate red.

“I need-” This time, you accompanied his words with delicate fingers tracing over his skin. You tickled up and down his thighs.

“Tell me what you want, sweet boy.”

He melted.

“I want- I need you to touch me.” He couldn’t meet your eyes, a soft red dusting his cheeks. His pretty, red tip leaked like his eyes, slowly trickling down the prominent vein that ran along the bottom.

You couldn’t help but coo. You brought your fingers up from his thighs to tease him; one hand rolling his balls between your fingers and the other oh so gently grasping around his cock. He shuddered with a sigh, slight tension lifting from his shoulders so he slumped into you. His forehead gently pressed into yours, his sweet, wavering breath fanning across your cheeks.

“I’ve got you, kitty.” You whispered, pumping him slowly but surely in your palm. His whole body started to shake in your lap, soft breathy moans spilled out of his mouth before he could even think to stop them.

“Fuck- please, keep going-“ He practically begged. His shaky hand came up to latch around your wrist, desperately tugging on it to make you move faster.

You obliged, watching him melt like butter and buck into your hands.

“How does that feel? Better now?”

He sobbed between cute mewls, lifting up from your forehead and nodding frantically. The bell on his collar jingled with every shake of his head. “Use your words, kitten.”

A shiver ripped up his spine.

“So good- so good-“ His hips met your hand halfway, wet shlicks accompanying every drag of your hand downwards. You could feel him twitch heavily in your palm, so close but not quite there yet.

You took one hand from between his thighs and grabbed the metal loop on his collar. You squeezed around his cock just enough to make him babble out praises.

You roughly pulled him down into a sloppy kiss, feeling the moans vibrate down your throat and pool in your gut.

Much sooner than Satan preferred, and without much warning, he came hard into your hand, releasing thick streams all over the front of your shirt. He squirmed and whined while you pumped him through it, slowly pushing him over the edge and bringing him back down.

He pulled away and panted, face flushed a deep shade of red as he saw how ruined your appearance was. Despite his vocabulary, words escaped him.

Instead, he reached his hands forward to cup your face, leaving sweet kisses saying what his words could not.

#obey me satan #satan obey me #satan x reader #satan x mc #satan smut #obey me smut #obey me x mc #om! satan #shall we date satan

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uppastthejelliclemoon · 1 year 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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