#also srry i took so long to respond :(

[licopom]

Asking anonymously bc I don’t wanna get stabbed by the fandom yet but what’s ur opinion on DE xPom x Lico as a polycule ? :)

YOU AND I ARE THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO GET LICOPOM ANON. delicopom is THE polycule!!!!!

I mean Pomegranate already canonically has feelings for DE (pink juice incident) and there's nothing suggesting Licorice couldn't either considering he's a huge ass simp for her already (although pomegranate makes him look super normal abt DE in comparison lmao)

And the whole divide between Dark Enchantress/White Lily and Pure Vanilla seems to just be their differing beliefs. DE didn't stay true to their original goal and let the ends justify the means, and PV in turn betrayed her in order to seal her away. In contrast Licorice & Pomegranate are very much aligned with her goals and understand her way of thinking.

In short Lico & Pome fall in love with someone they adore and admire a lot and DE falls in love with two ppl who care for her and are aligned with her goals and also won't go "oh no... my flower waifu... how sad :(" the minute she changes bc of some extremely traumatizing event. (not to diss pv too hard he's cool just really missed the point but that might change as crk's story progresses)

[revenant-coining]

...moment of realisation... moment, when it seems like i can't be romantically attracted toward a humans in the way, how i'm romantically attracted to demons/concepts and others who doesn't look too human/is faceless

HMM... HMMMM. thinking process.

rumbling i guess?

- 72V

oo that's interesting :o

[thatdeadaquarius]

Okay so-- i was reading some sagau posts and came across this one where the reader was an army vet and my brain just Did Its Thing--

So now I'm here to inflict this on to you--

Would guns be considered as catalysts. And would they only do Phys Damage.

Me reading this ask:

😶 😐 🤨 🧐 🧐 😰 🥲 😭😭😭 💀

STOP YOU'VE INFLICTED ME WITH PSYCHOLOGICAL DMG FROM THIS ASK 😭

(Also srry took so long to respond, when i didnt realize how short this was/was just sitting over here 😓)

^ For the sake of gun imagery being a lot/maybe staff might hate me for it,

we'll put this gay shit instead (i almost mispelled to "gay shot" lmao)

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Sun: Army Veteran Reader, Gender neutral Reader (you/they/them)

Orbit: SHORT Headcanons

Stars: everybody bc i think itd be funny

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: gun stuff, mild violence, mild cursing & Trigger Warnings: Gun fun everywhere

THIS ASK HAS ME GIGGLING TO MYSELF LIKE A MANIAC

You're out here having a whole gun they let you take for off-base

And u ofc have a license so u can conceal carry

(idk how non-american gun laws work, but tbh ours are so fucked idk how they work here either, just that an army guy i knew once could have his gun when he got back home)

And ofc ur just paranoid enough (more like it just makes u feel safe)

That when u get yoinked into a portal to a silly little brightly colored gacha game fantasy world, the gun comes with 💀

Id like to add in my silly little "ur in a video game, so video game rules" AU version of genshin so:

The only other gun (ish) wielder (Mika) has unlimited bolts

Sooo I'd think your gun would be the same jfc lol

NO BC YOUD SCARE THE ACTUAL SHIT OUT OF EVERYONE IN UR VICINITY IN A BATTLE

BC GUNSHOTS ARE A DIFFERENT TYPE OF LOUD

When u first stumble into abyss monsters/hostile creatures of the realm, u nearly scare off a Lawlachurl bc every shot's like thunder to these bitches😭

So not only the monsters but the vision holders think u fucking summoned lightning

OMG THE BULLETS ARE SO FAST THEYD PROBABLY NOT SEE IT

ESP BC DISTRACTED BY GUNSHOT LOUDNESS

SO U AIM THIS LITTLE BLACK CROSSBOW (???) AND THINGS JUST DIE (OR GET RIDDLED WITH HOLES) WITH NO CLEAR ARROW STICKING OUT

STOPP- you're becoming a witchy god or smth to all of Teyvat bc it just looks like hella high level magic atp to them LMAOOO

Rumors of you get out of hand and say u just point or snap ur fingers and things get wounded/just die on the spot 💀

Oh another difference between Teyvatians seeing ur gun vs. crossbow (what they know)

Is that guns are wayyyy more destructive

Like an arrow would get shot but it'd bounce off of things like rock or wood or metal, maybe dent a little depending on how close

But a bullet goes thru that shit so easy, and leaves a whole little explosion behind, once again depending on range

(I once saw a Mythbusters episode? of them proving bullets would definitely go thru car doors, like movies lied to u, this is why drive-bys acc work like for gangs)

Lmao, the image of you in like full armor with a Teyvat made automatic gun after showing it to blacksmiths

Makes u just more convincing as a god, esp bc military training

(Ppl like Gorou and Kokomi begging for military tactics/training ur world has done)

...

....Ok.

I'll address it.

But only so u dont think im stupid later.

Yes, the Fatui have guns.

No, this not the same as having a glock LMAO

End of story.

(Also, urs runs on bullets, whereas the Fatui rely on magic/delusions to power theirs, plus they dont seem as fast or destructive as urs, more "explosions aimed at you" than real bullets)

Which,,, u leave the managing of ppl copying ur gun to ppl like the Qixing or smth, but make sure to give them advice on good gun laws if teyvat accidentally revolutionizes bc of ur advanced gun that anybody can wield (non-vision users)

Thats the best ive got abt that

Oh, also enjoy being praised as a War god now.

:)

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... dammit i had smth i was gonna tell u guys-

Uh what tf was it, it was important

OH

Next post is the Eldritch God Oneshot! Look out for it :) !!

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Safe Travels Kid,

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[spikesbunny]

♥︎ LESSONS IN... ANATOMY? ♥︎

+ warnings: sub!afab reader, masturbation, panty stealing, nipple play, unprotected sex, spitting, biting, licking, breeding kink, overstim, having sex w glasses on, somewhat feral zhongli?

+ ft: pervy college au zhongli 

nsfw under the cut,, mdni !! 

i didn’t proof read, srry for any errors (also may i mention this is like, ancient?? like throw back post LMAO)

reposting from @/roronoaism, all content is mine!!

zhongli knew he was fucked as soon as he got assigned you for the project. you. fucking you. you were the smartest (or at least, one of the smartest, since albedo held that title with a chokehold) students, and you was gracefully (or should he say devilishly) assigned his partner. 

that wasn’t the worst part. the worst part was the point of the assignment was to compare your anatomies (of course, excluding your “swimsuit parts”, as your teacher had called it). that plus the fact he had a nasty, large crush on you, proving to him that this assignment would be difficult.

zhongli had liked you for a while. actually, he first developed feelings in high school, when he saw you enter his home room. god, it drove him crazy (and still does), how you wear such short ass skirts that he could see the plush of your thighs pressed together. he’d rather it be him pressed in between them, devouring the sweet sweet pussy you hid behind your pretty lace panties, the ones he wanted to rip off so SO bad. 

he was so down bad, he’d even stolen pairs of your lace panties, and rubbed them against his aching dick, wishing it was use making his pretty pink head leak and cum instead of an article of yours. not that it wasn’t good, he just wanted you.

he had your number. he always had it, and always considered texting you, or god, sending you a picture of his monster cock leaking pre-cum and asking you to come and suck out his soul :( zhongli never sent those messages, and never even texted you - that is, until today. 

after all, you two did have to work on that project,,, even if it ment he would be rock hard and begging, practically begging, to bend you over his desk and stuff your pretty cunny with his dick.

trying to take his mind off of the nasty lewd thoughts swirling in his head, zhongli shot you a text asking if you wanted to come over and get a head start on the project. you responded instantly with a Sure, be right there!

lord it turned him on so much how you typed with correct grammar. and it brought another lewd daydream crashing down on the 6′2 male. fuck was the only thought going on in his head as he heard the knock on his dorm room. “c,come in” zhongli muttered out. fuck, he was already forgetting how to speak.

you opened the door, and smiled and your knew partner. “hello, zhongli!! it’s been a while since we’ve talked, huh?”

“y-yeah” was all he could say. god, his cock was straining against the fabric of his sweatpants. he pushed his glasses up, hoping you couldn’t see his massive boner.

“may i sit down on your bed? i was hoping to get to know you a little better since, you know, it’s been so long.”

you. YOU wanted to sit on his BED?? his mind was going a thousand miles per hour. he scooted over a little, making room for you. “sure, y-you can sit here”.

you took your seat next to zhongli, and it was instant over for him. he couldn’t stop staring at your thighs, the way they were pressed together and a little bit ready from the pressure, and oh, you skirt hitched up a little too high, exposing the top juicy part of thsoe precious thighs, the ones he wanted to bite and through over his shoulders.

“zhongli, i know you called me over here for the project, but i can tell u want something else” you looked over at zhongli, turning his brain to mush.

“and what do you mean by that?” he spat. zhongli hated how you could read him, yet it turned him on so much. 

“li, i can see you staring at my thighs. it’s okay, you know, if you like me.” you placed your hand over zhongli’s, causing him to lose full control of himself. 

“fine, since you apparently can see through me like glass. yes, i’ve liked you forever, and god i think you’re the sexist person to walk this earth. please, let me take you, im begging you”. zhongli grabbed your hand, and started kissing it and slightly up your arm, begging for an answer. 

“aww, you’re so cute like this, all flustered and shy!! i won’t lie, i’ve had my eye on you too, and i guess you can take m-” 

before you could finish your sentence, zhongli crawled ontop of you, smashing his lips into yours. he bit and nibbled at your lip, before slipping his tounge in and letting his hands roam your body. fuck, he’s good was all you could think right now. the makeout session was going so fast, and you felt his hard-on brushing your leg.

hongli was getting needier by the minute, his crotch grinding against your clothed cunt. he lifted off your shirt and unclipped your bra, just so he could start pinching and squeezing your nipples between his slender fingers. “f,fuck you’re so goddamn perfect” he moaned into your ear, causing a whimper to fall from your lips.

“l,li, please, just do it already”. you whined. oh, if only he could see how wet you were, you pussy was just drooling at this small touch. 

“i don’t know what that means, you might have to speak up, love~”. zhongli cupped your face in his hands, before moving off your lap and teasingly tracing his fingers on your thighs.

“i, i need you to fuck me, please!! fuck em stupid, please please!”. god, you were already whiny and desperate, and you hadn’t even seen his dick. 

“fine, just dont expect me to take pity if it’s too tight”. zhongli pulled down his sweatpants and boxers, and oh lord, was it the biggest cock you’ve seen. 

“uhhh, it’s big” you whispered, seeing him smirk down at you. 

“whats wrong love, you dont wanna do this?” he kissed your cheek and down your jawline, before tenderly biting your neck and shoulder. 

“l,li please, just put it in already!”. you whimpered, pulling his face closer to your neck. 

zhongli looked at you, moved between your thighs, and bite. hard. you squealed in slight pain, but it soon faded to pleasure, as he bit and licked all the way up your thighs and to your pussy. he peeled off the sopping wet panties, and put hid them. “those are mine now, princess” he hissed, before sitting up. 

he grabbed your thighs and spread them apart, moving his face closer to your ear. “be a good girl and keep them wide open for me, would ya?” he hissed, before returning to biting and licking your neck.

the next moment was a blur, as he thrusted his giant cock straight into your cunt. “f,fuck!!” you moaned, but the only response from zhongli was a grunt.

he was plowing into your insides at this point, and without any warning. his glasses were cold against your skin, and the love bites he left were covering your neck. the whole campus would know about this just from looking at you.

you moaned and whimpered even more, begging zhongli for mercy as he hit your cervix with no regards. “love, please, im giving you what you asked for.” he moved his face closer to yours, pressing his forehead to you. 

the lewd noises of him pounding your poor cunny filled the room, and it made him even more feral. “li, y,your going to fast!” 

a knot grew in your tummy, and zhongli’s thrust were becoming relentless and sloppy, showing he too was reaching his climax. "li!! i, im gonna cum!! ugh li please!” you moaned. 

“mm, f,fuck” zhongli grunted, before spilling his cum inside of you. you came shortly after, panting and shaking. 

he pulled out, watching his milky sperm spill out of your pussy lips. without any warning, he spit on it, then used his fingers to shove the flowing liquid back inside. 

“h,huh?? li, what are you-ah!”

zhongli pushed himself back inside of you, thrusting even faster than before. the room filled with your whines, mewls and protest.

“li, please, s’ too much!!” you were whimpering and drooling, his dick pounding and twitching inside your abused cunt. 

“s,shut up please, i, i need to breed you, need to feel you wrapped around my dick, fuck, please, just let me empty myself inside you”. zhongli grunted into your chest, taking on of your nipples and flicking it around with his tongue.

“a,ah!! li, please,, gah, you feel so good,!!” he looked up at you, his eyes hazy and his glasses lopsided. fuck, he was hot. 

“fuck, im gonna c,cum!” he pounded harder into you, completely stealing any chance of you speaking. all you let out was a small whimper to let him know you were close.

zhongli thrusted into you roughly one more time, before spilling his milky strands into your walls once again. 

the two of you panted, looking at each other.

“m,maybe we do work” you softly said.

he shook his head. “no, i, i need more of you”

you two definatly weren’t going to get anything done tonight.....

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[lethalchiralium]

Hii! I've a request. Could you make a one-shot about Ghost having a foreign gf and hearing her talk in het native language on the phone or something and he is kind of impressed or something like that:) (srry for my bad English)

Thank you in advance and have a great day!!:D

Complete | Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader

a/n: i wrote this with a shot of malibu and i am now three hours into my shift, let’s fuck around and find out. (thanks for the request, it’s so cute.)

warnings: OOC!Ghost (obvi, i’m writing him so he’s always OOC), Fem!Reader (was requested), cussing, mentions of sex

It was cold in England, rain hit his windshield so hard that Ghost could hear it over the radio. He contemplated pulling over until it got better, but the temptation of sleeping in his own bed with his girlfriend curled into his chest was the only thing on his mind. That and the fact that he wanted to empty a clip into Makarov’s head.

He pulled his beat up truck into his driveway, his fingers tingled with the small thought of her - a smile and a quip that would put him on his knees. He put it into park, opening the door and jumping out. Rain immediately drenched him and he knew that she would scold him like a dog, but he wouldn’t care; just as long as he can hear her voice, he would do anything.

He pulled his dufflebag from the backseat, slamming the door before jogging towards his house. There were lights on inside, he could see it through the window even with the curtains closed. He fumbled in his jacket for his keys, pulling them out and quickly shoving the silver key into the lock. He pushed the door open as soon as it was unlocked, ripping his key out and stepping into his home, out of the rain. He stomped his boots against the mat, kicking off the mud and rain but also trying to alert you to his presence.

He put his dufflebag on the floor next to the mat, he bent down and began to unlace them.

He heard your voice before he saw you. He looked up from unlacing his right boot to see you, in a black robe with your phone pressed to your ear. Your smile was perfect, eyes wide with surprise as you moved the phone from your ear. You dashed forwards and held out your hand, to which he promptly took it in his own. He pressed a masked kiss to the back of your hand, you mouthed, “Missed you.”

“Missed you too, Little Bird.”

You fluttered like a bird just like he had said, bouncing on the balls of your feet and wiggling your shoulders a little as you responded to the person on the phone with a quick quip in your native tongue.

If Ghost could ever listen to one thing for the rest of his life, it would be you speaking in a language he’s not familiar with - any of them that you knew, being a translator in a historical society and college. He sat there, both boots unlaced and kneeled on the front door mat, holding your hand and watching her as you had a lively and quick conversation in a tongue he almost never hears anymore. It saddened a small part of him, it was truly a sight to behold when you were able to speak with anyone who knew the language. You would light up like a star and babble on and on, he couldn’t make sense of any of the syllables but that never mattered to him.

He watched you with awe in his eyes, all of the stress from the last handful of weeks he’d been without you had disappeared completely. And it was only a few more moments of you saying goodbyes and it was gone, his heart sort of dropped. He hated that you never spoke it with him when he was home.

You threw your phone in your robe pocket as soon as you ended the call, your now free hand reached for the bottom of his rain soaked mask. He nodded in approval, you were quick to pull it off and crash your lips to his. You tossed it somewhere behind you, hand squeezing his. His own free hand went up to your cheek, splaying fingers across your skin as he began to stand straight up. He pulled apart from you, toeing off his boots and gazing at you. “Why don’t you ever speak your language to me?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, questioning. “What do you mean?”

He cleared his throat. “You never speak your native language with me. You talk at me in other languages, but never the one you always talk in.”

“Simon,” You drew out his name, moving to place your hands on his sort of damp cheeks, thumbs threading across white scars. “Well, you can’t talk back to me in my language. I love to talk with you in English, I love hearing your voice.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “My voice? Nothin’ special ‘bout it. But yours- Yours,” His hands settled on top of yours, prying them from his face as he spoke, “You could speak to me in your language every second of the day, and I’ll love it. Justa hear you talk to me like that.”

Your eyes widened, you bit your bottom lip while a smile made itself known upon your face. “What if I just want to talk to you with English?” His face sort of dropped, disappointment flashed in his eyes but you hurriedly laughed, moving to hold his hands in your own. “I’m just kidding, my love.”

“I think I know how to make you talk.” His hands pried from yours, immediately coming to settle on the back of your knees. He stood, lifting you as you squeaked in surprise. Your legs immediately wrapped around his waist, hands hit right on his collarbone as his teeth nipped at your lips. His eyes kept your gaze as he whispered, “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t even be able to speak English, you’ll be beggin’ in your language.”

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[sephirothsplaything]

DNA| Sec.80 high power-chapter 17

A/N: Baela im srry for giving you such an emotionally stunted little sister! I am very proud of this chapter btw(i barely edited this)

Rhaella ur mommy would be so proud of you!!

This is the story of Lady Rhaella Targaryen the I;the strange one and her role in the Dance Of Dragons. Loved by few and feared by many.

The blood of the dragon runs in Targaryen's veins. Something else runs in Rhaella.

BLACK TARGARYEN OC/READER

PARINGS: Aemond,Cregan,slight Jace,slight Addam,original charecter

read the last chapter here!

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WHAT KIND OF ELDER SISTER WAS SHE? Baela thought she was no longer befitting of the title. Rhaena was in the Vale alone, while Rhaella was…

Baela was no longer privy to Rhaella's doings as of late. Her younger sister had grown quite disconnected from the rest of them.

"Please sit, you'll tire yourself." Jace urged her. He watched in slight distress as his betrothed paced back and forth restlessly.

"My grandmother is fighting alone Jace!" Baela exclaimed. "And here we are just sitting around."

Jacaerys grabbed her hand gently sitting her down. The action made her relax slightly, but her mind was still racing.

"I don't like it either, but without Daemon we are stretched quite thin." He said, brow furrowing.

An uneasy silence settled over them both. They had dragons and yet the queen would not allow them to act. How would a victory ever be gained?

"I hate the way the lords treat me as if I am some coddled princeling," Jace muttered, making Baela chuckle a little.

"You are the crown prince and heir to the throne, you must act carefully." Baela reminded.

Jace hummed in thought. "Perhaps I am not completely stuck here."

Baela raised a brow, worried Jace was about to say something reckless.

"Rhaella mentioned House Frey, they have yet to choose," Jace said.

"She spoke with complete disregard for her grace, and you're here considering it?" Baela said.

It had not escaped her notice that Jace seemed to be particularly in tune regarding Rhaella's opinions. She wondered if she had missed something between them---Rhaella had not always cared for Jace until lately, while the prince thought her sister strange.

Their dynamic was quite odd to witness.

Jace stood, hand still intertwined with Baela's. He couldn't wait around any longer.

"I shall take Vermax and go myself." Jace decided. Baela shook her head.

"Her grace will not like it."

Jace placed a kiss onto her hand. "She will not know until I am long gone."

With that, he leaves Baela alone in her chamber. Jace's words stuck to her. It was not in her nature to sit idly. The least she could do was scout the battle.

So, the lady Baela with her brave spirit dawned her riding attire. She waited for a beat of time to ensure Jace had left and also that she would not be spotted.

There was one person she had not accounted for as she marched towards the dragon pits though.

Still lingering around the caves was Rhaella, stuck in a daze of sorts.

"Sister?" Baela called, bringing her out of it.

"Jace left," Rhaella said softly, her eyes were unblinking. It greatly unnerved Baela to no end.

"Yes, but he should be back soon," Baela responded. Rhaella took in her outfit, face changing into something far more expressive.

"And you're leaving as well?" Baela nodded.

"I am going to Rooks Rest."

Rhaella's eyes widened. "You mustn't!"

Baela scoffed, adjusting her glove.

"It was naught but hours ago you were calling for action," Baela said. "It was you who agreed I should've burnt Criston Cole."

Rhaella's behavior practically changed on a head, in a rather inhumane way. She gripped Baela's arm with a tight further.

"Moondancer cannot withstand Vhagar, do not be foolish," Rhaella said.

"And our grandmother shouldn't bear the burden alone," Baela responded.

Surely Rhaella knew that.

"And father..only the Gods know what he's doing at Harrenhal." Baela continued. She gestured to a dragonkeeper to summon her dragon.

"I doubt the Gods are with him," Rhaella muttered.

"Do not say such things." Baela scolded. Rhaella shrugged.

The chitters of the she-dragon bounced through the cave. Baela smiled warmly at the sight of Moondancer, patting her side.

The dragon nestled into Baela's touch, then turning her gaze to Rhaella expectedly.

Sighing, the girl gave in, petting Moondancers green scales lightly.

"Umbagon qana ,mandia." Rhaella resigned.'Stay sharp, sister' She knew better than to waste her breath any further in convincing Baela to stay.

"You know I shall," Baela assured. Mounting her dragon, she took off from the cave and into the skies.

Moondancer zipped through the skies swiftly. In truth, Baela had given little thought as to a plan. If it was Sunfyre and Aegon she'd be met with, perhaps she could manage an attack. Meleyes could more than handle the pair.

The wind whipped through Baela's short hair that was bound together in a ponytail.

It did not take long for her to arrive to the sight, though she smelled the battle before seeing it. The acrid smell of ash and blood permeated the air, causing Baela's eyes to sting.

There were bodies strewn on the ground, bloody and broken. Baela's stomach turned but tried to hold fast. She gripped the reins of Moondancer tighter, directing her through the mess.

Enemy soldiers shouted in response to her presence, some recognizing her from a fortnight ago when she chased Cole through the valley.

But what Baela saw caused the world around her to become completely mute.'

Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, her beloved grandmother. Falling to the ground utop a limp, likely dead Meleyes.

Down to the ruble, Rhaenys fell. Baela screamed a choked-out cry, a futile attempt indeed.

Over the fallen dragon was Aemond atop Vhagar, looking more than proud of himself.

Him. He who had now taken the last piece of her heart. Aemond had served as a living slight to Baela's entire life.

First, he steals her mother's dragon, robbing Rhaena an attempt to claim her. Then,he slew their sweet cousin, Luke, for he was but a boy.

Somehow, he had managed to steal Rhaella's complete affection and reasoning--Causing a rift between the sisters.

And now, Aemond felt entitled to take the life of her grandmother?

Baela would not have it.

Adjusting herself on Moondacer,Baela dipped lower to the ground.

Rageful, she burned a chunk of the greens army. Moondancer's fire was not especially large.

But fire does not burn the flesh of men any less; Baela blocked out the pained cries of the soldiers. One thing plagued her mind.

Aemond must pay. He must die.

She charged Moondancer towards Vhagar brazenly, causing Aemond to take notice.

Aemond wondered if it was even worth it to slay such a tiny dragon. He certainly had no love for Baela, savage thing she was.

He wouldn't even need to burn her--Vhagar could eat them both in one go. Aemond steered his dragon to Baela, wondering if she really would attack.

At that moment, Baela seemed to snap out of her intentions, hastily turning Moondancer to flee.

Aemond knew he couldn't catch her, the dragon she possessed was far too quick. Still, he cruelly gave chase as best he could.

No real intention of killing her, and Rhaella would never forgive him. Defeating Rhaenys however, was necessary. She would come to understand it.

Aemond had much to celebrate, the title of prince regent was a breath away from him.

Baela's hair was in disarray, cheeks strewn with tears like the sea. She came here to do nothing, to do naught but watch the murder of her grandmother.

She flew back to Dragonstone---The dragonkeepers guided Moondancer back to the caves.

Baela stumbled out of the pits, halting momentarily to wipe her face. Rhaella would break at the news, and the eldest must stay strong.

She must stay strong.

Upon her return, she saw the members of the council, Queen Rhaenyra in talks with them. Rhaella looked distracted, her brows were furrowed in torment.

Baela nearly did not have the heart to add to it.

"I am told you went to Rooks Rest, without my permission no less." Queen Rhaenyra began, chiding the girl for being so reckless.

When Baela raised her head, Rhaenyra stopped abruptly.

"My grandmother has been slain."

Jace stepped forward slightly, wishing nothing more than to hold Baela.

"By Aegon?" Rhaenyra's voice broke slightly.

"Aemond." Baela could feel her eyes watering once more. She met the gaze of Rhaella--Her younger sister did not cry, nor did her face betray any emotion.

It enraged Baela, how she stood abnormally still.

"This atrocity must be swiftly answered!" Ser Alfred said others agreed.

Baela ignored them, still staring at Rhaella, whose eyes fluttered ever so slightly.

Something of a half whimper left Rhaella's lips--She moved to flee the room, likely to be alone.

"Rhaella, you must-" Jace tried, reaching out to her.

"Fuck off," Rhaella said, a coldness in her voice as she shoved past him.

"Clear the room." Queen Rhaenyra ordered. As the lords filed out, Baela ran to Jace, tears fully making themselves known.

Baela shook in his embrace as he held her tighter. In the midst of sorrow, she silently apologized to her grandmother. She tried to be brave, like her mother when she was consumed by Vhagar's flames or like Rhaenys herself in her final moments.

"Baela, come with me." Queen Rhaenyra says softly.

"But mother-" Jace tries. Baela clearly needed him, now more than ever.

"It's alright, Jace," Baela said, leaving him for Rhaenyra.

Baela and Rhaenyra entered the queen's quarters. They sat down together, Baela's sobs had been dimmed to sniffles.

"Where do you think Rhaella went?" Rhaenyra spoke first, she placed a gentle hand on Baela's leg.

"Who could know?" Baela said."She's like father in that way, fleeing when things become too much."

Rhaenyra nodded. She knew of Daemon's views regarding Rhaella. He would complain that she is silently flippant, opposing him at every turn.

However, in the same breath, he'd admit that her mind had to be some sort of weapon.

"Your grandmother was the fiercest among us, in her love and opinions," Rhaenyra said.

Baela smiled bitterly. "My mother used to tell me stories of how she used to scold her and my uncle, but could never in truth stay angry."

"Ah." Rhaenyra smiled at the incoming memories, back when things were much more simple. "I recall her being cross when Daemon fought for your mother's hand."

"They always have been at odds, but alas they were cousins," Baela said.

"I think.." Rhaenyra began, turning to Baela. "I fear there is something wrong with Rhaella."

Baela sighed,at least she was not the only one to notice.

"Sometimes, I hear to speaking to herself in her chamber," Baela admitted.

Rhaenyra's face contorted in confusion.

"She does not sleep, though she tries."

"Perhaps I should have sent her to Pentos, or away with Rhaena," Rhaenyra said.

Baela chuckled. "She'd sooner flee to the Red Keep." As the words left her mouth, she thought of Aemond--The jest instantly became unfunny.

"Well." Rhaenyra huffed. "Let us hope, for our sake, she finds what she is looking for."

........

RHAELLA SCREAMED UNTIL HER THROAT WAS RAW.

Still, though, she could not summon a single tear. Her exhaustion ate away at her but still could not find sleep.

She sat in The Cannibal's still empty cave, clutching the dragon hairpin her grandmother had gifted her.

She was gone. Rhaella felt a numbness overtake her body.

There might have been a slight sense of guilt when she thought of Aemond. However, it was nothing but apathy.

He was enjoying himself right now,Rhaella was sure. Reveling in the death of her grandmother. Aemond was likely with that bed whore Astris had mentioned.

Surely he was fond of her. Aemond still had plenty of people to care for around him, while Rhaella's numbers were dwindling.

The thought alone--Of Aemond happy by himself filled her with an unholy rage.

Placing the pin back in her hair, Rhaella decided to take an act she never thought was possible to do.

Rhaella went to her knees. Praying.

She had never prayed,or offered thanks to the Gods--Why should she?

But now, she was desperate.

Rhaella didn't even know to whom she was supposed to pray.

Perhaps…. the presence who had made himself known to her? He had plagued her with dreams and whispers. Somehow, this felt natural.

"Please." Rhaella began. She was not entirely sure what she was asking for.

Death? Mercy? A chance to prove herself?

Why not all?

"Take my soul if it so pleases you, but make me strong in return."

Rhaella clasped her hands tighter together, her scarred palms rubbed together.

"Make me powerful, grant me divine violence, and make thick my blood."

Rhaella decided she had voiced all her desires properly, she waited.

For what, she was not so sure. A sign? Or perhaps the God in question will take pity and strike her down.

What a silly girl she was.

As she raised her head, the unmistakable roars of a dragon made the cave rumble.

Her Aegarax. The Cannibal dragon.

Rhaella ran, faster than anything she ever had before. Her cloak flung behind her as she stumbled to see him.

The Cannibal landed onto the sand,staring at her. Rhaella's panted breaths slowed as all she could do was return the act.

Could this be?

As if it was a response of some kind,The Cannibal bent his neck for her.

This wild dragon, whom had killed and eaten scores of men crouched for her.

"Gods be good." Rhaella said in disbelief. She approached slowly with some semblance of confidence present.

"Aegarax?" Rhaella said, slowly reaching a hand to his nose. He leaned forward, into her touch.

"Lykiri," Rhaella spoke for good measure.

She hoisted herself on top of him, holding onto his horns. The feeling of his warmed scales underneath her was incomparable. Like a true bond.

Aegarax raised up again, stretching his wings. Rhaella briefly wondered if he would throw her off.

The Cannibal spread his wings further, beginning to walk forward.

Then he flew--Up into the skies he went, and Rhaella could do little but hold on for dear life.

Her cloak whipped behind her as well did her hair in the wind. For a time, she dared not move, seizing in place.

She was on a dragon. No, she was riding her dragon.

Sitting up slightly, Rhaella readjusted her grip onto the spikes on his back.

She looked up to the skies, passing through clouds. The air felt slightly cooler at this height.

A fit of shocked laughter left her. Rhaella tried to recall the books she had read as a child, how she watched other riders fly with their dragons.

But they had saddles, and she had nothing. Rhaella moved along with Aegarax's rhythm. The Cannibal was a little rash in his flight as he sped through the air.

At one time, Rhaella used to think that she would prefer a much slower dragon.

Clearly, her mind was changed in an instant. It occurred to her that she was hardly controlling him in any particular direction, but she hardly cared.

Aegarax could fly her well into the east for all she cared. Rhaella closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of her bond.

It was not until she reopened her eyes did Rhaella realized she was nearing Kings Landing.

Cursing, she gripped onto the cannibal's horns for control.

"Daor kesīr!" Rhaella urged 'Not here!'

After a few attempts, Aegarax detoured the path to Kings Landing, instead hovering over the woods nearby.

They very well could've been spotted, shot down even.

"Tegun kesīr" Rhaella directed, nearly sternly.'Land here.'

Through the short exchange, Rhaella found that Aegarax responded better to sharp and direct commands.

The Cannibal settled to the ground,Rhaella reluctantly jumped down from him.

Her legs wobbled, adjusting to the gravity.

Why did he bring her here, of all places? Aegarax's head plopped to the ground as if he had done his part in full.

Petting his side absentmindedly, Rhaella thought about what to do next.

If they were now bonded, perhaps he was in tune to her desires.

That brothel whore, the one who keeps Aemond company.

Rhaella raised the hood of her cloak over her head, concealing her silver locks.

Keeping her head down, she walked to the inner cities of Kings Landing. The place was just as packed as it was last time she ventured here.

Smelled twice as awful too.

Walking through the streets of Flea Bottom, Rhaella listened in for any information.

People here were starving and angry. They knew not who was leading them as Aegon seemed to disappear.

Rhaella hoped he was dead.

In the sea of people,one girl caught her eye.

It was Elinda, maid to the Queen Rhaenyra. But what was she doing here?

Rhaella hurried to catch up with her and once she was within reach she grabbed her.

"Elinda." Rhaella hissed.

"My lady?" She said once she realized who held her arm. "Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?" Rhaella asked.

Elinda looked around cautiously. "I was sent here by the queen,she has a plan."

Plan? Rhaella was sure Mysaria was involved.

Elinda took in Rhaella's silence. "Come with me."

The maid directed Rhaella to one of the houses. Inside was a plump looking girl, sitting with Astris.

At the sight of Rhaella, Astris jumped from her seat.

"My lady?"

Rhaella breathed out in relief. "So you're ok."

Astris held Rhaella's hands, taking her in.

"How did you come here?" Astris asked. "By boat?"

Rhaella shook her head,taking a seat.

"My dragon." The sentence felt foreign on her tounge,but she supposed it would take some getting used to.

"What!" Astris exclaimed. "You finally claimed him?"

Rhaella's lips twitched onto a smile.

"I did."

"I am glad of it but you must return," Elinda said. Rhaella removed her hood and sat down. Noticing Rhaella's loose hair, Astris's fingers began to braid it, almost instinctively.

"I think i would rather hear about this plan." Rhaella said.

"The queen shall send food to the city," the girl blurted out. When Rhaella's attention turned to her, she blushed profusely.

"Do say it louder, Diana, so the whole city might hear you," Astris muttered sarcastically.

So the queen had considered using the people's hunger, originally Rhaella's own suggestion.

"The queen and lady Mysaria have seen to it themselves," Elinda added.

Rhaella adjusted her head slightly as Astris continued to braid.

"And when is this to happen?" Rhaella asked.

"On the morrow," Diana replied.

Come daylight, fleeing the city would be harder. Whatever she indened to do must be done this very night.

"Aegon is abed with injuries,I hear." Astris said,hands falling from Rhaella's hair.

"I hope he dies." Diana said.

Rhaella smirked. At least her grandmother hadn't gone without doing damange.

"The council has crowned Aemond prince regent," Elinda said.

"I'm sure he is positively gloating about that." Rhaella said.

It was almost funny--They both achieved something they've been longing for since childhood.

Aemond wished to be above his brother, seated on the throne.

Rhaella wished for a power,a dragon.

"He has already ordered the city gates shut, there is hardly food here," Astris says.

If Aemond got so much as an inkling that there was a plot,all the small folk would suffer for it.

"Aemond needs to be subdued in some way, at least for a time." Rhaella suggested.

Astris stood up, walking to a table laid with all sorts of books and plants. "Are you offering yourself up, my lady?"

"If you offer something I can use on him, then perhaps," Rhaella said.

Astris hummed, grabbed a book, and disappeared to the back.

"There is more." Elinda said. "The Queen has ordered me to collect any possible bastards with Targaryen blood."

"To what end?" Rhaella fiddled with her braid.

"From what I understand, there could be potential dragon riders among them."

Bastards on dragons? What a wretched idea. All her life she spent dragonless till now,and some scrappy commoner would mount one so easily?

It was nothing short of an insult. She decided to leave it to her grace,and wanted no parts of it.

Soon, Astris returned a vial of some sort in hand. Placing it on the table, she looked to Rhaella expectantly.

"What is it?" Diana asks. Rhaella picked it up; it was filled with a clear liquid, looking still like water.

"If she pours enough of it into his wine, he'll eventually enter a deep sleep," Astris says.

Meaning,Rhaella must find a way to get close--Perhaps in his chamber.

"It is dangoures!" Diana exclaimed. "She'll surely die."

"Perhaps." Rhaella mused. She had no intention of dying this night,not after the great feat she accomplished.

"Her grace would not have you put yourself in harms way." Elinda said. Rhaella ignored her, shoving the vile in her cloak.

"Astris?" Elinda tried. "The queen did not order for this."

The Pentoshi girl smiled flippantly, eyes fixed onto Rhaella. "I only serve my lady."

Elinda watched the two in half horror. Mysaria was right, Astris and Rhaella were quite the frightening match.

"I shall return, later into the night," Rhaella announced, raising up the hood of her cloak.

She slipped her dagger under the band of her stocking. "If morning comes and I still have not returned, I've been slain."

In truth,Rhaella sincerly douted that Aemond would hurt her. As it stood,she had much and more a reason to harm him.

"My lady?" Astris said,catching Rhaella's attention. "How would you like to proceed?"

Rhaella thought for a moment. She required more information before throwing herself into certain death.

"That brothel harlot," Rhaella stated, her violet eyes darkened. "I want to see her."

[keirawantstocry]

hi tis i 💋anon. Im running out of ways to convey my love for your writing. Just kissing you is no longer enough, I need you to kill me- Youll still get kisses ofc but- AHHHH. anyways

So ive been having Thoughts about current tubbo. I think he needs to snap and be Covered in blood. Remember day 1 that he was back? where he Immediately threatened the Chocobos cause they were noisy, yeah just snaps and kills all of em. Then just, goes about his day after, not bothering to clean anythin. I feel fit would maybe have a moment of 'WHO DID HE KILL- oh okay', maybe quietly fawning after idk, camera cut to pac. jaw on the Floor, unable to get himself together, Bright Fuckin Red.

I Dont Know i just need more of Pac (and fit lets be honest) being obsessed with men that could(and would) kill them. I also just want Tubbo covered in blood. Thats also my agenda now.

Hope youre having a good day :> (srry that these Keep Gettin Longer)

darling I need you to know that I think ab this ask every day. kisses aren't enough, you need me to kill you?? that's the most romantic thing I've ever heard in my life. I get flustered everytime I read it. gah anyway enough about me you're here for the freaks (affectionate) also never apologize for how long they are i love it

Fit's first emotion when he spotted Tubbo was concern. The second was something deep in his gut that felt eerily similar to the feeling he got seeing Pac kill people in Purgatory. Which sort of made sense considering Tubbo was currently covered in blood. 

Tubbo met his eyes with a strangely empty look. “Hey Fit.” 

“Why are you covered in blood?” And why did his voice sound so strained when he asked?

Tubbo blinked at him slowly with eyes full of emotion that contradicted his emotionless face. “I got annoyed.” 

“At?” 

“Chocobos.” 

The deep feeling in his gut overtook the concern when he realized that Tubbo hadn't hurt an islander or child. “And you haven't cleaned the blood off why?” 

Tubbo's eyebrows dipped down. “I don't know.” 

Fit took a step forward and put his hand on the least bloody part of Tubbo's shoulder. “Why don't you come home with me and let me clean you off, yeah?” 

Tubbo nodded slowly. “Yeah okay.” 

-

Fit had forgotten one tiny detail. The tiny detail in question was standing in the doorway of Fit’s house with an open jaw and wide eyes. 

“Pac,” Tubbo said with a stupid grin before pushing past him into the house. Fit and Pac both watched as he walked straight over to the bathroom and slammed the door. 

Pac grinned with a stupid expression that Fit knew was the one he made at the men he liked. “Who did he kill? Did you watch? Do you think he’ll let me lick the blood off his face?” 

Fit choked on air. “Excuse me?” 

“C’mon,” Pac said in a whine. “He’s strong.” 

“Are you attracted to that?” Fit asked in half disbelief. 

“You’re saying you aren’t?” Pac asked. 

Fit froze. Took a long moment to consider it. It made a lot of sense. The way he couldn’t keep his eyes off him. The intensity of the feeling in his gut that seemed to grow with every second. “Holy shit.” 

Pac laughed wildly. “You spent all that time in the wasteland and you’re telling me you never got a boner for some guy covered in blood?”

Fit spluttered turning bright red but before he could respond, the door to the bathroom was swinging open again. 

There stood Tubbo, shirtless, holding a damp cloth in his hand. “I can’t reach my back, can one of you-” 

“I’ll get it!” Pac interrupted, rushing over to take the wash cloth from Tubbo’s hand. Fit followed them both into the bathroom silently. 

Fit sat at the edge of the bathtub as Tubbo lifted himself up onto the counter. Pac’s mind was clearly out of it considering the long looks he was not subtly giving the man. And the fact he was cleaning blood off his chest and not his back like he had originally asked. But nobody was complaining. 

Fit had to admit there was truth to Pac’s line of thinking. There was something about the mess of blood on Tubbo’s chest that made his mind dizzy and his heart race. So yes. Nobody was complaining. 

Pac motioned for Tubbo to stand back up and he did so with a sigh, standing in front of Fit so Pac had room to work. Fit watched as Pac ran the washcloth under cold water again before wiping it quickly down the blood covering Tubbo’s back. He averted his gaze from his chest up to his face to see the slight pursing of his lips and the hiss at the evident chill of the water. 

“Fuck dude couldn’t made it any colder?” he bitched. 

Fit slapped him lightly on the arm and didn’t think about how warm his skin was. “Leave him alone. He’s helping you.” 

“And why aren’t you? If I remember correctly you said you would help clean me up. I was fine with being bloody, you're the one who insisted on this.” 

Pac paused and peeked at him over Tubbo’s shoulder. “Really?” 

Fit swallowed feeling dizzy and nodded. “Well, yeah.” 

“Then do it.” Tubbo was reaching behind him and taking the wash cloth from Pac’s hands. Fit saw it all in slow motion but with sharp vision. The washcloth was cold. The washcloth was in his hand. Tubbo was looking at him expectantly. 

“There’s no blood left on your chest,” Fit said stupidly, feeling incredibly out of his depth all of a sudden. 

Tubbo shrugged before taking a step forward and turning to sit himself down on Fit’s lap. Fit didn’t even know it was possible for his body to freeze up more but it did. Pac met his eyes, nervous trepidation meeting awestruck joy. Waving him on with one hand, Pac leaned back against the counter to watch them carefully. 

Slowly, Fit took a deep and careful breath. He brought the washcloth up every so gently to rub at the blood staining the skin at the top of Tubbo’s spine. The man’s shoulders slipped down as he relaxed and let the silence fill the room. With his non-metal hand, Fit held the curve of Tubbo’s bicep to keep both of them steady as he scrubbed at a particularly stubborn smudge of blood. The skin under his hand was so warm it was hard to focus on cleaning the blood off. Pac’s eyes were boring into him and the strangely soft lighting in the bathroom made this moment feel much more intimate than was to be expected. 

Simultaneously it felt as if it stretched on forever and also was over way too soon. 

Fit dropped his hand, letting the bloody washcloth fall to the floor. “There,” he said gently. 

“Thank you,” Tubbo said in an even quieter voice before he stood. “I’ll get out of your hair now.” Before either of them could protest, he was pulling his shirt back on and leaving. 

They both stared after him, feeling as if part of them was now missing. Pac giggled suddenly and Fit’s eyes darted over to him. “What are you laughing about?” 

“That was the most-” Pac laughed again. “That was just crazy. You two are something else.” 

“Shut up,” Fit grumbled. 

Pac just laughed once more before standing up to give Fit a quick kiss. “I’m going to go see what Richas is up to, okay?” 

Fit nodded, trying to clear his head. “Yeah, okay, I’ll see you later Pac.” 

“See ya, querido.” 

Fit’s head spun as he stood up. He had a lot to fucking think about.

[fionajames]

Hey Jamieeeeeeee

So about that Rex x reader thing…. 🤭 may I request that please? But can I ask if the reader can be apart of the war and gets hurt a lot because she cares about her troopers, like she can take on Krell with her bare hands because he looked at Rex wrong? (This totally isn’t related to an OC I’m writing a story about, wdym)

line of fire - rex

A/N: Hey, Sha!!! Hru? Hope this is what you wanted, srry it took so long! Please send requests guys!!!

It was well known in the Republic’s army that you were very protective over your troops, not to mention self-less. It worried many people - not that you were aware it did - including some of the other Jedi Generals, a particular Padawan and many Clones.

It showed now especially, when you stood in front of your Commander glaring down a monster taller than you. Said monster was staring at you with cold intrigue, eyes flickering with bloodshot yellow. It took a lot of your will and mind not to activate your lightsaber and plunge its blade into his chest right then and there.

“Master Krell,” you snarled, pointing a finger at him. “I am in charge of my own troops. I treat them the way I think is right, if you have a problem, you can take it up with Master Yoda, but never - and I’ll repeat, never - speak to my Commander or Clones that way.” 

Your Commander was spluttering quietly behind you, desperately attempting to convince you to let it be. “General, please,” he whispered, his voice cracking with fear. 

“You forget, young one,” Krell growled, ignoring the Clone’s feverishly spoken words. “That you are below me.” 

“I may be,” you snapped back, stepping away from your Commander and forcing Krell further away from your troops. “But many aren’t. Many that would agree with me.”

The Jedi glared at you for a few more moments, before turning and leaving. You smirked slightly, watching him storm off. But that was when it clicked. His eyes had been yellow, but not a normal colour yellow, bloodshot yellow.

The eyes of a-

Sith.

Without another thought you leapt forward, holding the blade of your lightsaber against his throat, giving you a clear look at the colour. “You traitor,” you snarled. Now that you knew, you couldn’t help but wonder how you’d missed it. Krell was seeping dark energy.

“The only traitor here is you!” Krell snapped instead, his lightsaber clashing with yours. And so the fight began. You traded lightsaber strikes back and forth, your troops surrounding the pair of you, ready to get a shot at the monster when you weren’t in risk.

It wasn’t a very long battle, as you were a very skilled fighter. When you managed to push him far enough away, the Clones opened fire, and the monster fell limp. You arrested and detained Krell, comming Yoda to tell him of the betrayal. He was saddened, but grateful you’d spotted the wanna-be-Sith.

Only a few hours later, you found yourself in the medbay of Anakin Skywalker’s ship. Your memory was too foggy to remember why or how you got there, more focused on the lightsaber burns and near-misses on your skin. They were instantly cauterised by the heat of the lightsaber, but Krell had also managed to grab and throw you several times, leaving huge gashes seeping with blood.

The quiet of the room was interrupted when a familiar Clone burst through the door, worry rolling off of him in waves like a sea. Kix had left earlier after cleaning your wounds and giving you some meds or drugs that had definitely not helped with the foggy state your brain was in.

“Are you alright?” Rex called, rushing to your side. You couldn’t find the energy to respond, so instead you sat on the cot, rocking from side-to-side subconsciously. Your mouth tasted metallic already, and the idea of talking just made you want to vomit. “Cyar’ika?” 

“‘M alright,” you drawled, leaning forward to rest your forehead on Rex’s shoulder, closing your eyes. Words felt like bricks on your tongue. 

“You don’t look alright,” he fretted, assessing your state with a furrowed brow and fearful brown eyes. “In fact, you look anything but fine.” 

“Fine,” you repeated, whimpering ever-so-slightly at the burn of bile in your throat. “Water.” 

Your friend - or maybe you were more, but neither of you had really decided on labels - moved to grasp a glass and fill it with water, holding it to your lips gently. You took the cup from his hands gratefully, drinking quickly. Your throat burned less.

“Cyar’ika, what were you thinking?” Rex whispered, but it was rhetorical. He interlaced your fingers, his chin resting on your head. “You could’ve been killed. We don’t deserve to be stood up for like that, especially when it points someone else’s life on the line.” 

You sat up abruptly, glaring weakly into his brown eyes. “You do!” You snapped, tears welling in your eyes. You were exhausted - mentally and physically - and wounded, a comment so carelessly said was more than enough to push you over the edge. “It’s not fair that you guys are so ill-treated, you deserve much more!” 

You were slightly offended on behalf of your troops, as Rex wasn’t just talking about himself, he meant all Clones.

Rex’s eyes widened, realising he’d gone too far, he wrapped his arms around you. “Oh, cyar’ika, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.”

“You did!” You cried out pathetically, too frustrated to be calmed quickly. “You did and I hate it!”

Not knowing what he should do, Rex pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry,” he whispered again. “I was just worried. I got so scared when the General got Master Yoda’s comm.” 

You sighed, moving to bury your face in the crook of his neck. “‘T’s alright,” you murmured, voice muffled. Rex sighed contently.

“Please don’t do that again.” 

“Do what again?” 

“Go around fighting Sith,” he managed to say, a crack of pain in his voice.

“Y’know me, Rex, I can’t stop for too long.”

“Oh, hush, cyar’ika, or I’m going to get Kix to keep you here.”

“Don’t you dare!”

“I will, now hush.”

A moment of silence, then-

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

A/N: Hope you enjoyed, send requests please!!!

[ask-the-hazbin-host]

(I LOVE YOUR ART SM AND SRRY IF ITS WEIRD)

Hey question for Al! Do you ever so happen to have a weakness? Like tickling for an example?

[Thank you so so much!! I remember I received this ask when I was very much down on myself and it meant a lot <3 Sorry it took so long to respond! Also sorry in advance if you weren't hoping for such an answer, I just feel it's in character hehe]

"Why am I getting such questions? Why do you presume I would simply give away my secrets?"

[aquarium-ina-bag]

Where Danger Finds Me, it Follows with Tides - 8

Morality's Dust, I Lack in Trust Ch 8

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: Blood, my gosh blood, angst

Relationship: Wednesday Addams x Reader

A/N: I had to rewrite this so many times ugh, srry it took so long. Man I gotta speed this up so I can get to the good parts. Edit: but there’s like TONS of foreshadowing I’ve added in the series, so overthinking you over thinkers >:)

All she got was holes—not an answer, not even a hint. Wednesday has been playing cat and mouse with you for weeks since the document incident. She gives plaudits for how well you can avoid things and push her onto a podium. One of your preferred answers was 'Why do you care?'

It could send Wednesday into a spiral. Why does she care? You were nothing but a stone on her glorious path of self-success, but you’ve grown into an illness, a parasite, and a leech. Those never troubled her before, so why now? 

Enid advised Wednesday multiple times to take things from a different perspective if she didn’t understand something at first. Of course, in typical Wednesday fashion, she thought that was puerile. You act childish, so she must evaluate childish ideas.

Instead of taking you as a sycophant, you shall be perceived as a case, just like Tyler, Xavier, and Laurel. Then, once she figures you out, you’ll just be another reward and out of the way. Superb plan. 

—————-

The creaking of hinges attracted Wednesday's attention. A quick slap on the cool wooden boards shut down her anticipation for someone different.

"Why thank you, Thing." Enid skipped her way past the door frame, letting Thing scurry and claw in before closing said door.

Enid continued to beat the floor with her unnecessary movements. "Whatcha doing?" She said, peering over the smaller girl’s shoulder. 

Wednesday was wrist-deep in the front pocket of her black bag; she shuffled in it to organize. "I’m going to the sheriff's department," Wednesday explained.

The wolf did her classic head rotation, displaying her confusion. 

Wednesday adored when Enid did that; it was beautifully simple, Wednesday would of course never voice that, but it’s something that makes her like Enid just a bit more—a minute amount.

"The bullet, I want to inspect if there’s DNA still on it," Wednesday said. 

Enid fidgeted with the rings on her finger. "Doesn’t the sheriff hate us after I almost killed his son?" She questioned. 

The goth girl snapped her fingers twice, commanding the extra appendage on her bed to come forth. "Unlikely. His son almost killed you; he also falsely accused us the whole time as well." Wednesday corrected. Thing followed her nonverbal order. 

The blonde slumped "Well, gee, when you put it like that, it’s like you praise him for it." Enid huffed. 

"I vocalize facts, Enid," Wednesday said. "Now come on, we don’t have all day." She put on her bag, moving to the door. 

Enid straightened back up, following her roommate. "I get to come?" 

"You did say us; don’t make me deplore my decision," Wednesday said, leaving the room. 

"No no no, no need for that," Enid reassured. The wolf skipped pursuing Raven's Wednesday. 

She talked the raven's ears off the whole way there, Wednesday only responded in simple hums and subtle nods. Enid learned to appreciate small things like this with Wednesday. Instead of ignoring her, snapping, and saying shut up, she now listens. It shows growth in the closed-off girl. 

The contrasting friends finally reach the police department, with one of the two walking in as if they owned the place. Wednesday didn’t give it a second thought when passing the receptionist. Enid silently apologized, rushing to get back to her free bird.

Wednesday surged in the sheriff's office, and the man sitting in the chair jumped slightly. "Who the hell comes into a room like that?" Galpin scolds the girls in front of him. 

"Sheriff Galpin… we come to you with a request,," Wednesday said. 

"Well, don’t you always." The sheriff mumbled, "There’s a receptionist for a reason, Addams." He tapped his fingers on paperback books in a rhythmic pattern. 

"I don’t wish to parley with someone who doesn’t have significant power in rank," Wednesday said. 

The sheriff gave a puzzled look before nodding slowly and saying, "I didn’t know Addams were capable of giving compliments." Galpin chuckled slightly.

"It wasn-" 

"It was!" Enid interrupted the girl beside her, "It’s very hard to get a compliment from this one," she nudged Wednesday, "consider yourself lucky, Sheriff!"

Donovan nodded again. "So what exactly did you two need?" He asked. 

Wednesday stopped her death glare at Enid to turn to the man. "I want you to run DNA on something, thoroughly." The raven said before fishing out the zip-lock bag she placed that carried the bullet, Wednesday settled it on the table. 

Galpin laughed again. "You don’t seem like a gun person, Addams." His posture fixed itself once he got hold of the bag "Where did you get this?" Donovan’s voice became more serious; his jaw relaxed, but his eyebrows told a different story. There were points where the sheriff did this—the whole changing demeanor, Enid thought it was intimidating, while Wednesday interpreted it as tomfoolery.

But Wednesday was perplexed now. Figuring out a story to tell the sheriff that won’t jeopardize her reputation in the case she’s made that mistake too many times and can’t afford it now, Wednesday now understands your importance in her makeshift cases and how you played a part in getting her out of legal trouble. It was going to be difficult to be against someone who helped in the shadows. That string of ‘why?’ again whispered in her head: Why is she even doing this? The raven ignored what she could. 

She noticed the pause was lengthened enough to make it suspicious, "I was in a friend’s dorm; I found it on the balcony." Wednesday said. 

The sheriff showed inquiry about her story; his silence pressed for more. Enid broke the thick tension. 

"She was in there for a project." Her voice was alert, and Enid’s movements were animated as usual. 

Galpin shifted his body in the chair, laid back, slouched, Wednesday mentally recorded, it’s something you do when you know your audience. Adapting to their personalities, ensuing a more comfortable conversation. 

"Can I ask what friend this is?" The male focused on Enid. "I want to make sure if they were shot by this, I've got a name already."

"Y/n L/n." Enid spoke without equivocation. 

The sheriff’s face snapped, attentive, incredulity, choler, possibly gaiety? "L/n? The one with the marking?" He sounded frantic, as if you were a threat. Wednesday nodded slowly. 

The tall male stood up in haste, "If you never listen to my advice, listen to it now. Keep. Away. From. Her. You two understand?" The girls exchanged looks at each other. "Do you? This isn’t a plea; it’s a demand." Galpin’s tone was stern. 

"Before we agree, can we ask why?" Wednesday said. 

"That’s something I can’t disclose; I wish I could for your safety, but I just can’t." The sheriff sighed in grief.

Wednesday rose a brow, "Do you know someone who can?" She said. 

Donovan rubbed his forehead with his thumb and index finger; he let out a puzzled groan. "Unless Y/n tells you, which won’t happen since you two won’t be talking to her anymore, nobody can tell you, not Weems, not me. End of discussion." 

"So Weems knows?" Enid asked.

"End of discussion I said. But I will get back to you on the DNA." He said while walking towards the exit of the room. "Do. Not. Talk. To. Y/n." Galpin glared at them before leaving, the two did the same, exiting the building itself.

"I’m going to guess that you’re going to do the exact opposite," Enid spoke up.

Wednesday had a barely noticeable grin, "You know me so well." Oh, those devious eyes could kill. 

They continue to walk and talk, "So how do we get the reason?" Enid asked. She pondered her own ideas. 

"Thing is doing that right now," Wednesday said. The wolf looked around to see where the hand was. "He’s staying at the sheriff's office for the day; hopefully he can actually get something this time," Wednesday explained. Enid’s mouth made an O shape, she nodded in silence. 

Wednesday continued, "Us on the other hand, shall try to pry Weems." Enid flashed her toothy smile, an attempt at burlesquing Wednesday’s devilish one. 

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Larissa’s work came to an abrupt halt when the heavy double doors opened. "Ladies, how can I aid you?" Enid shut the doors before standing next to Wednesday.

"Principal Weems, you told us before that Y/n is here on mandatory terms? Why is that?" Wednesday catechized the older woman. 

Weems hummed before looking away to drink her coffee. The girls were riveted by her movements until she finished the sip. "I’m going to guess you two have already challenged someone for material?" 

Enid, playing her good cop, "Yes, we have."

Larissa nodded, clasping her fingers together and white-knuckling each other. "I cannot tell you." She had a tight-lipped smile. "If I get word that you were able to pull some strings to get this information without Y/n’s consent, censure will be sent." She focused most of her attention on Wednesday. "Is that all?" 

Enid spoke, "Well, actually yes, I keep finding hair in my-"

"That will be all." Wednesday cut her off, dragging the wolf outside again. Weems chuckled.

"Wednesday, that was important! I keep finding it in the food! It’s gross!" Enid complained. 

"It’s your hair, Enid; you’re just shedding again." Wednesday huffed before mumbling, "Censure... Sure, watch me, Weems. Where’s Thing? I need that file." 

To Wednesday’s surprise, he was in the dorm with a file! For a second Wednesday debated whether to reward him. "Good job, Thing." He tapped around on the file, and the girls learned it’s a happy dance—well,  Enid calls it that. 

Wednesday shooed him off of it. Enid and Thing gathered on this side of her table as she sat, the goth was just staring at it. What possibly could this contain where people couldn’t even speak about it? Why should they avoid you? Who are you?

"You're just gonna stare? Hurry and open it!" Enid bounced with anticipation. Wednesday wasn’t helping with her slow opening.

The first papers were a little boring if not looked at carefully: plane tickets from Egypt to Washington, D.C., to here. What absorbed Wednesday was the plane; it wasn’t a regular commercial plane; this was a government aircraft. Why?

"Plane tickets, so what, next?" Enid ushered the goth. Wednesday satisfied Enid’s wishes.

On a copy of your birth certificate, multiple things were marked over with a black sharpie, the place of birth, hospital, DOB, last name, gender, and parents. 

"What’s up with this? All of it’s marked off, even the last name, is not their real name? The birthday is crossed off, parents crossed? Who did this?" Enid queried the same things Wednesday did in her head.

They removed the paper, which was in a sealed plastic cover. On the front page, a paragraph with marked-out words like the previous page, Wednesday managed to create a clear story. In summary, someone was describing the documents in the plastic as graphic, horrid, and completely grotesque. They said the crimes committed were outrageous; from what she guessed, your name, crimes, and punishment were covered up. 

"What the hell did she do?" Enid gawked at the paper. 

Wednesday had those eyes—eyes that showed how enticed she was. Her orbs looked to be void black, dilated black holes. Wednesday was so on edge that her skin was full of goosebumps; she was cold to the touch, "Clearly something odious." Wednesday responded while warily opening the seal, and removing the front cover.

Wednesday was no foe to blood; she’s seen it all in different forms, but never this much on one body. 

This was only your mugshot alone; you looked drowned in red, chunks, muscle, skin, shards of bone, and hair. Not an inch of your face wasn’t red. You looked less than six, but your eyes told a story only someone with years ahead of you could tell—a 100-mile stare. It didn’t help that there was blood in your eyes. You looked abominable. 

Once perfect hair is caked and coated with red. Lips were chapped, and blood was in their ravines. Your mouth was slightly gaped, your front teeth were stained. Eyes were bloodshot, just as the rest of you, but the veins in them were prominent purple webs. You didn’t look sad or scared; prostrated and exasperated were the words. The marking had similar veins to your eyes. 

"Oh my god." Enid’s voice was muffled, her hands were over her mouth, and her complexion was paler. "I’m like literally going to puke. Who the hell’s blood is that?" 

The rest of the page contained your name, which was marked over; the date of your incarceration is the same as practically everything else, scribbled out.

Wednesday removed the page. Pictures of your clothes, hands, and fingerprints.

The prints weren’t even inked; you just used the blood that was already on them. Your hands drew her in; they were painted with blood, inside your nails, and creases, but crescents were dug in them, to the point you were bleeding. Wednesday has never seen scars on you except for those crescents on your hand. 

The clothes you had on were tattered, buttons gone, sodden in blood. 

Again, she removed the page and fingerprint card. About all of the words were written over, just the last name ‘Khuld’, age of five, and the gender of a girl.

The silence of stupefaction was broken, "Wednesday please don’t tell me this girl’s blood is on Y/n." Enid's voice was trembling, her breath was ghostly frozen, and she was as pale as a ghost. All Wednesday could do was shift her head down; she didn’t know, but all they did was wish it wasn't. 

Wednesday regrets even lifting the page up. She heard Enid gag before running to the bathroom, and the wolf hurled vulgarly in the toilet. 

All Wednesday could do was stare at the pictures in front of her. How could someone do this? The amount of blood on you didn’t Juxtapose to this or anything she’s ever seen. The pictures just kept coming—diverse angles, variant zooms. 

Wednesday shuffled the pictures until the autopsy photos. 

 There is barely anything to prove this discombobulation was once a body. The doctors laid out organs to match a body and connected as many bones together as possible. The sage-green eyeball on a metal bed pierced Wednesday’s soul. 

Thing placed himself on her hand, benevolently petting it. Wednesday broke her focus with the eye, giving her diligence to the hand. He nudged her to the bathroom. Wednesday made a keen effort to help her friend. 

Enid was on the floor beside the toilet, her back resting on the tub wall. She was in a fright—an enervated fright. "She was five Wends," she paused to breathe, the blonde on the verge of tears. "Five. Can you believe that?" Enid broke down in a fit of sobs. All Wednesday could do was rub her back. As the crying girl reiterated ‘five’.

"I know…"

[shakooo]

Hello Shakoo! You're one of my biggest inspirations when it comes to art. I wanted to ask you something - how do you let your art be so 'free'? You sketch a lot and you dont constantly care about proportions/anatomy and making it look exactly right (it seems like it, anyway), and it makes your art look so fluid and fun. Any tips on how I can learn to do that? Thank you, and have a wonderful day/night! < 3

OOHHH HII ETSU!! srry for the delay, i've been a little busy but i had to answer this first jekej

OMGgg!!! i am really glad to read that, the fact that you consider me part of your inspiration is an honor that i must be grateful for :")

and well, as for the first question, well uhmm it's something difficult to explain i don't really pay much attention to that when i do sketches or stuff like that....

BUT ithink there is the thing that makes it look like that (also because of the fact that i spent my entire life making pure sketches and rarely clean drawings JAKJAKA ) when i draw or sketch something i do it in a very """dirty""" way so to speak (since normally my sketches have many lines without erasing) , at first i was worried that everything would come out clean on the first try, but that really wasn't going to happen so i stopped worrying about it a lot, of course it helps a lot to practice and see references, that has helped me like you have no idea-

Uhm, and for the second question...!!! weeell, as someone who has never neeevver been asked for advice on how to draw jaksjak, it will be difficult for me to explain it but I will do it...sorry if i go on TOO long.

the first thing i couuld advise you is to let your hand flow... at first it is difficult, it took me a while to do it but then you will achieve it!! You can do it while you see references, try to imitate them but letting them be as fluid as possible, even if you use many strokes along the way ;D

another thing that i think helped me a lot was exaggerating the expressions of some drawings, in the purest cartoon style (although i'm still trying to get better)

and lastly it could be practicing a variety of poses, so even if they don't come out the way you have them in your mind, that helped me when i was just starting out in drawing, when i was making comics of my oc's i would draw them with poses or perspectives that i didn't understand or master it at that time... but after visualizing them in my brain and rehearsing them, they began to come out more and more fluidly :'DD

it's a long process, which to this day i still practice because sometimes even if i want to sketch in a fluid way i cannot

I'm sorry if I responded with something that doesn't help you or sounds very obvious, but since I never imagined that they would ask me about this, it means that I have to improvise in order to explain myself AAAA

i hope it works for you at least a little, as i said before i am flattered that you consider me an inspiration 🥹💖

If you have any other questions, don't hesitate to ask me 😋

thank youuuuu for your question and for your support !!!

[faster-n-harder]

Hey!!♡ hii!!^^ just wanted to say I hope ya had a good day:3 and I am totes loving this blog!><

Question time!!:>

also would ya consider kissing a girl..?♡ if so..under what pretense would ya?^^ and in the studio whats ya fav type of girl to work with ? Ex: sweet ones, mean, nice ect..

Anyways Love ya lots bye!!🩷🍪

[Ooc: so glad u enjoy. Srry it took so long for me to respond to this]

“I’m kinda gay toots. There ain’t much girls workin’ at the studio but I prefer nice ones”

[strxwberryshxrtcake]

h..hi its tmnt rise ask and um im shy to ask about this because its my favourite spice but umm

I just wanted to ask a cpr..scene with Donatello ,like mmm the reader saved the town from a under water bomb sacrificing themselves and drown,(in the city water canal? idk how its called srry) and at first Dontello doesn't notice along with his brothers and like talks to the suppose present reader then when he noticed he jumps in to find them like heroes do and tell the brothers to move so they can began cpr? And since the reader is their lover meanwhile they're doing it they beg the reader to wake and breath,because they did so good they saved a city,they were so proud of them and that they need to make more adventures? With a fluffy ending of course like the reader survived

p.s im sorry but i love fluffy angst and my baby donnie,he's so scrunkly hshshsh and u can decline this if u dont like it thanks in advance

Hi! I'm so sorry that this took so long to make, I got really busy and didn't have that much time. But it's here now! I'm also sorry if this didn't turn out the way you wanted it to. I also don't really know how CPR works, so hopefully this was accurate enough.

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Warnings: Angst, gn!reader, Drowning

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“Ohmigosh, y/n, that was so cool!!”

You just saved the entire city, well not the entire city, but you get the point.  You stopped an underwater bomb from exploding, but in the process you got your leg stuck in some ruble and now you can’t get out.  You’re starting to run out of breath pretty quickly, you’re close to drowning.  The boys were still cheering you on, thinking that you were completely fine.

“That was so cool y/n!  y/n?”  Donnie looks around frantically and realizes that you aren't there.  His brothers start to catch on.  Without thinking he jumps in after you.

He finds your unconscious body and sees that your leg is stuck.  He quickly frees your leg after some trial and error and is now holding you while swimming back up to the surface.

He lays you down on the ground, his brothers crowding around.  “Move!”  His brothers move back, worry on their faces.

“y/n?!  y/n wake up!”  Donnie shouts, shaking you.  You don’t respond.  Donnie checks your pulse.  “Good!  They still have a pulse, but I’m going to need to perform CPR." Donnie says to his brothers.  His brothers nod, somewhat relieved.

Donnie starts to perform CPR.

After several chest compressions and you not responding, he starts to really panic.  “Please y/n, wake up.  I still have so much to show you.  We still have so many things to do together.”  He says quietly, starting to cry.  “Please.  I don’t know what I would do without you.  You mean so much to me, please don’t die on me.  I’m so proud of you, please, I’m begging.”  Raph, Leo, and Mikey still stand on the side lines, horrified.  Donnie stops pushing on your chest, starting to give up.  The only sounds are Donnie’s sniffles.

*Gasp*  “Y/N?!”  You start to cough, spitting up water.  You sit up and embrace Donnie in a hug.  He returns the hug, crying into your shoulder.  “y/n, I thought we lost you.”  Donnie says shakily.  “It’s okay, I’m fine.” You say softly, hugging him tightly. Raph, Leo, and Mikey come rushing over, hugging you as well.  “Can we all just stay like this for a moment please?”  Everyone else hums in response.  Everything else could wait for a little bit.

[yawn-junn]

Hi, srry to bother u but can i request an 8turn reaction to catching their s/o sing for the first time and they're really good and they hit a high note, again srry to bother.bye <33

♡︎8Turn catching you sing♡︎

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Thank you for the request sorry it took so long to respond too, and don't worry your not bothering me I appreciate requests or if anyone wants to talk I'm free to speak....well not whenever but y'know also I wrote this while getting my hair dyed idk if that holds importance to the way I write or the plot but enjoy <33 i wrote this a few daya or a week ago idk but my dad is currently in the hospital for his liver they told us it's failing (he had liver disease before this) so we're gonna stay in this hospital till 3:45 - 4:15am(it's currently 2:59am) give or take 30 mins but there gonna move him to OSU and there gonna watch over him for awhile and if he really needs the surgery then there gonna rush him into emergency surgery

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TW: Mentions of a hospital : Mentions of passing out : Mention of the song "London Bridge" : Minho being adorable :

♡            ╰☆૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ╮♡〰          ♡

𝕄𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕙𝕠♡

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He tried to stay quiet but his squeal gave him away and gave you a heart attack safe to say Myungho smothered you till you passed out then he got worried and took you to the hospital only to find out you fell asleep not passed out Myungho now labels this as the most embarrassing moment of his life

𝕂𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕞𝕚𝕟♡

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He will appear out of no where to hear you he was quite for the first 5 seconds before he knocked somthing over and scared you ofc you get mad at him for sneaking...well trying to sneak up on you but as quick as it came your anger disappeared cuz who can stay mad at him for so long?

𝕁𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕦𝕟♡

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Hed stay quiet the entire time and when your done we will pretend like he never heard it as too not make you nervous but you heard him singing the song you were and you put two and two together then started chasing him with a wooden spoon around the house

ℍ𝕒𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟♡

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He will join you. Like no matter if he doesn't know the lyrics he's singing along as back up vocals you two singing together is couple goals istg

𝕊𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕙𝕖𝕠𝕟♡

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Another one to try and be quiet only to giggle half way through and when he realized he giggled you would have thought he seen a ghost he quickly recovered and jokingly insulted you wich turned into you both roasting each other for 4 hours straight till Myungho had to break y'all up

𝕐𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕪𝕦♡

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One of the only ones to actually remain quiet and listen but after he ran in and smoothed you which led to the members to act surprised when you fell asleep at there dorm as if Yungyu hasn't been attached to you ever since he heard you sing

𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕙𝕠♡

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You were playing with his hair you thought he fell asleep so you started quietly singing "London Bridge" (this song is my comfort song specifically the music box ver of it many call it creepy but I love it) he opened his eyes and spun around with stars in his eyes "sing more I'm not really sure what your saying but I loved it"-Minho

𝕐𝕠𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘♡

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Awkwardly hiding behind the door he swears he's gonna have a heart attack from how fast his heart is beating when he heard you singing "WE" once the song is over he waddles his way in the room and holds you in place for the next 6 hours whispering about how perfect you are (literally crying)

♡         ╰☆૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ╮♡〰            ♡

582 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤

4-13-23

Also how many of y'all like &Team?

Another also but why tf was there only 481 of us there? They deserve more views I swear also we Stan the fact that me and Yungyu and Han all have matching sweaters

Ss taken 4-11-23

[writing-now-andthen]

More busty betty and Hard harry plz or I'm going to spontaneously combust 😊

For anyone reading this who doesn't know it's pt 2 of bimbo! Reader busty Betty x mark Hunter (I think the only (or one of the few) specifically and explicitly fem readers I have rn)

(nsfw talk if sex and masturbation)

His show can go on pretty late so sometimes you take off your makeup and such while you're on air

He calls you doll

It's different as himself and his persona but as Hard Harry he's very forward with flirting with you on air

If you indicate that it's okay Hard Harry will definitely sexualize you live

Sometimes you get letters from people flirting with you like with him and the anonymous eat-me-beat-me lady although you get more letters of that nature then he does, he's fine with responding to it however you want; if you speak sexually so will he, if you shut that down he backs you up

If they leave a number you both definitely call as per his rule

He lets you take control of calls for letters that were addressed to you but he still contributes just like you do for people who write to him

He's very sexual on air and you can definitely match that energy male masturbation/desire can be more normalized and talked about then female masturbation/desire so I guess congratulations on keeping up with him on fake masturbating on his show

You two can obviously simulate sex on his show but c'mon he's known for his masturbating

Doesn't hurt to state your horniness on air and join in

You get way more letters about that then he ever did. Huh weird.

Sometimes you say really meaningful and insightful things and this can throw people of "Dear busty Betty, I didn't know you could sound that smart" you've also gotten letters calling you stupid

Mark doesn't like those letters and you don't either but you also know that's kinda par for the course, you've always had people with assumptions about you for things like your voice/tone, your hair, your makeup, your clothes, and such

But whatever Mark loves and you get to be Busty Betty on his show

If you two don't want anyone knowing you're Busty Betty you have to play it like it's probably a fake bimbo persona and definitely not you

Okay that's all I got srry it took so long (you asked this in April 💀) and it's kinda short

Masterlist

[symphonies-of-silver]

“Well well, It seems as if I stumbled upon myself! Perhaps I took a wrong turn at the coral back there…Anywho! It’s a pleasure to meet you fellow Sea Guardian. I am Ryuki, I also protect the Seas of Johto. Though…I suspect this may not be my Johto.”

((Stumbled upon your lovely blog while looking through the Lugia tags!!! You have such a gorgeous art style hehe as soon as I get some extra funds I’ll HAVE to comm you!!!❤️❤️ And Ginjiro is absolutely stunning omg I adore his design! The silver sheen is honestly genius!))

"Like looking into a handsome mirror, haha!"

((Srry for taking so long to respond but ahh, love your boi too <3 And thank youuuu >v< Glad you like my sparkly bab))