#and also if anyone else wants to do a similar thing for their OCs you have my permission

[divorcedwife]

stories and music that i associate with em

[thelastspeecher]

apparently one of my cousins was just accepted into a master's writing program at an Ivy League school

and that's why I almost never go on Facebook 🙃

[swordmaid]

so I was looking up the tenets for lolth’s paladins and I found this little list. not sure how canon exactly this is but I thought it was interesting -

kind of laughing that shri’iia does the exact opposite in act 1 which leads to her oath breaking. she girlflopped so badly lolth decides to drop her ass then prob hunt her ass down for being an embarrassment and a failure. like girly was not exerting her power at all - it’s her first time in the surface ever and she’s surrounded by people who could literally kill her any given moment (considering all the stories she heard abt how surface dwellers hates drow) not to mention that the tieflings you encounter when you see lae’zel were ready to attack you that just fueled her paranoia. > she was not sowing discord at all she was laying low and keeping her mouth shut …!! she has no allies here! and she doesn’t know where she is! and there’s an illithid tadpole in her head! it would be foolish of her to paint herself as an enemy when she’s already so out of her environment so she keeps her mouth shut … thoughts to herself … bides her time and sees who’s useful to her and who’s not … she can always get rid of the ones that she doesn’t need later but for now she’s seeing what she can work with first …… > have a plan… shri’iia had no plans…. at all. she was following lae’zel around because the crèche was her only lead … but then they mentioned a druid named halsin who’s a very good healer so she turned her objective to that … then a goblin mentions their priestess is a healer too so guess she’s looking for her as well… honestly who thought making the drow who’s never been to the surface and literally does not know where she is or what she's doing the leader of the group a good idea….. in my hc the leader is gale

[pokemon-ash-aus]

Yeah, We are NOT doing this. No one should ever do this, and no one should feel like this is okay.

Please, please, PLEASE, do NOT white knight on my behalf. Pepper and the Dingbat's new Mewtwo have a similar color scheme, and that's where the similarities end. Besides I KNOW about the new Two, even before they posted it on Tumblr.

If you feel like a design is heavily referencing mine and want it to be known, come to ME. Send ME that DM first and foremost. 9/10 it was a coincidence, and the other 1 could have been resolved quietly.

Also, you didn't say "It's not cool."

You outright called them Unoriginal, you are the ONLY one who called to the fact that Ding's new Mewtwo had a color scheme similar to Pepper's. You weren't nice about it, and you sure as hell had no reason to stick your nose in the way you did.

If you had even looked through mine or their blog, you'd have seen that we have done collabs before, I draw their characters on occasion!

Look with recent drama and all that good jazz, I get it. But no one should EVER handle a situation like this.

To anyone else out there, creating Mewtwo's is a dime a dozen. Most of my OCs have very simple but easy-to-follow designs, and that's okay. it's okay to take inspiration, it's okay to want a Yellow and Gray Two, and it's okay to want an Alpha Mew. I draw the line when you copy/paste and adjust the color slightly. I draw the line when there is no difference other than a small little color change.

This?

These are NOT the same Mewtwo, not even CLOSE.

Anyways, rant over, I'm off to block that anon, and for the rest of you

Check out @dingbat-things, they are a silly goober and their art is cute.

Spread love to them, especially after this disaster of a take.

[seyaryminamoto]

My latest completed commission may have been a bit ambitious... because I went wild with it. But I certainly relished in doing so :') Combining my favorite ship with my favorite-ever Disney movie is, uh... a dangerous concoction :'D

The commissioner specifically requested for Azula as Mulan, Sokka as Shang, and Xin Long (my OC dragon from Gladiator) as Mushu. The rest of the cast was up to me to choose, and I pretty much went wild rewatching this movie and picking out some of my favorite moments to recreate them in my style, with these characters. I came up with a lot of correlating characters between both ATLA and 1998's Mulan, but I couldn't hope to draw EVERYTHING, unfortunately. Still, if you want my reasoning for the cast correlation... check out the Read More! Beyond that, feel free to reach out to me if you'd like to commission me, or if you want to join my Patreon!

The Herbalist as Mulan's grandmother might feel arbitrary but she honestly felt like the ATLA elderly lady with the most similar personality to Grandma Fa. Fickle, with a unique connection with a seemingly perfectly ordinary animal, old and sassy? Figured it fit! So for once, the Herbalist is Azula's grandma! xD strange notion, I know, Azulon/Herbalist is not a ship I ever thought I'd accidentally put out in the world but there have been wilder ships than that in this fandom...

Momo became Cri-Kee, I wasn't 100% sold on it but when I considered that Avatar features soooo many hybrid animals... I figured he could be a hybrid cricket-lemur. Weird, I know, but eh? Better than nothing xD

Aang as Chien-Po was a no-brainer. He's the only character I settled on instantly, never even considered anyone else for the role. Their personalities line up really well, and Chien-Po's tendency to be OP and resolve things that are outside of other people's reach sounded like he was prime Avatar material! So, while their dietary preferences are an obvious difference between them, I decided to go for it nonetheless considering all their other similarities!

Kino (another Gladiator OC) is Ling, and he actually did give me a ton of trouble to choose. I considered many characters for the role right up until I realized that Kino's personality actually lines up fairly well with Ling's, down to being a class clown type (who ABSOLUTELY would have cut gym class!) and breaking out in song about the hypothetical woman he'd like to fight for? Yeeeeah that's right up his alley xD but there's another reason why I picked Kino...

... And that is my likely unexpected choice for Yao:

ZUKO.

ZUKO IS YAO.

YES.

I'M NOT EVEN SORRY.

(For the uninitiated, Aang, Zuko and Kino are best friends in Gladiator, very often together, and they make a really good team, so that's the extra reason why Kino became the obvious choice for Ling aside from having really similar personalities, definitely closer personalities than, say, Jet, for instance.)

People have likened Zuko to Shang a LOT since ATLA aired. This is the main reason why I'm even making this huge note! I suspect it's primarily because of the aesthetic, let's be real here, and because he becomes Aang's teacher, but people have exaggerated Zuko's alleged similarities with Shang, or taken them out of proportion, in many ways. I actually remember an AMV ages ago with "Be a Man" and it was Zuko "training the Gaang"?? It... didn't feel right to me. Obviously, someone might rebuff with "well, how does Sokka make MORE sense than that, though?" And believe it or not, I have arguments for that... (when do I not...?)

Not only is this what the commissioner specifically requested (and it obviously lines up with the ship we love!), but let's examine the actual reasons why Sokka as Shang adds up:

Sokka actually had to train a bunch of toddlers who weren't paying any attention to him. You know. Kind of how Shang had to train the unruly soldiers who weren't getting anything right. Sokka has a positive relationship with his dad (Zuko, ofc, does not). Shang also has a positive relationship with his dad! And not only this, but there's a military component to both relationships, specifically with Shang wanting to follow on his father's footsteps and aid him in the war... so much like someone else I know, who jumped at every opportunity to rejoin his father in the war, even wishing to join him as a child until Hakoda tasked him with protecting their Tribe instead (kinda like Shang is tasked with training soldiers rather than joining a battlefield).

And the final cherry-on-top that I'd loooove to hear Zuko fans try to argue against... is sexism :') didn't Sokka get characterized as a sexist guy for four episodes, which made people decide that this was his main character trait even if it went away that quickly? Um, yes, that happened. Shang literally sings the memorable song that's a crazy ode to masculinity, including the rather sexist line of "did they send me daughters when I asked for sons". Shang outright abandons Mulan once they discover that she was a woman all along (while, admittedly, choosing to abandon her rather than KILL HER, which as we saw from Chi-Fu, he was NOT supposed to spare her!)...

So, is this REALLY what Zuko fans, who willfully believe their boy is a feminist king (... why? beats me...) are trying to compare their unproblematic blorbo to? :'D Me? I have no problem linking Sokka with Shang due to Sokka's beginnings and due to the fact that both Shang and Sokka have similar growth when it comes to accepting femininity is as valid as masculinity, and as they both learn to respect women as fighters and potential heroes! (I simply do not believe Sokka's ENTIRE tenure in ATLA was about that, though, and that's what I continue to clash with the fandom over...) So... all this is why I've reasoned that Sokka is a VERY solid choice for Shang, in fact, better than Zuko could hope to be.

... but this isn't all.

Maybe some might accept my arguments for Sokka-Shang. And then, they might ask:

WHY ZUKO AS YAO, THO??

... And the truth is it took me long to see it, myself, but HOLY SHIT, DOES IT FIT!

What is the primary thing we remember about Yao in Mulan? This guy is constantly itching for a fight, to prove himself, surely riddled with insecurities that he exteriorizes through overcompensation of masculinity. He's funny as fuck, but he's taking himself 100% seriously as a manly man all the time, and he's always ready for violence. But there's one more thing...

He treats Mulan as his RIVAL.

And more often than not? SHE SCREWS HIM OVER. Intentionally or not.

What does that sound like? Why, yes, it sounds a LOT like Azula and Zuko's sibling relationship!

The fact that Yao is a temperamental dude who lashes out easily at things (oh, something he has in common with Zuko!), that he specifically resents Mulan (in this case, Azula, just as Zuko does!) and is either constantly looking to defeat her and prove his superiority over her (... wait, just as Zuko with Azula??), that he has a black eye perpetually across the movie, and it's his LEFT EYE (just as Zuko's scar is on his left eye! :'D), that he's friends with a pacifist he has basically nothing in common with, personality-wise (just like Zuko and Aang!), and that he pretty much has a REDEMPTION ARC in which he goes from a bitter, asshole rival to Mulan to treating her as a friend and ally, to the point where he was disappointed to leave her behind and THEN joined her at once when she says she has a plan? :') I have always been critical of Zuko's redemption arc, goes without saying. But if ANY of these characters redeemed himself in any significant way, it certainly seems to be Yao to me, and with people gushing NON-STOP about Zuko's redemption? Why, he ought to be the character who goes from bitter rival to loyal friend, right?

So. I'm not even sorry. Zuko is Yao. And I'd dare say that he should be flattered by the comparison, even, because Yao ends up being cool as FUCK!

I don't really talk about this much nowadays, but Mulan was my favorite Disney movie growing up, it ABSOLUTELY had a formative influence on me as a little girl, and Mulan was my favorite female character for a looooong time. Thus, any excuse to rewatch this movie makes me happy as heck. With the wisdom of age I know, of course, that it's not perfect, it's not what China wants, it's not the most thoughtful depiction of Chinese culture or the most faithful adaptation of Mulan's poem (... but I'd also dare bring up that the 2009 Chinese adaptation ISN'T all that faithful either...), but it has a kind of magic in it, a solid storytelling flow, so many memorable moments one after the next, that I could hardly choose which scenes to depict... Disney has never again seen the storytelling heights it reached with Mulan in 1998. I don't even care if that's a controversial opinion in any way... this is their best animated feature for me, and nobody can change my mind.

So... depicting Azula, my beloved, in all these scenarios as this character I adored and idolized as a child, was so damn fulfilling for me. While some might think that, personality-wise, these two ladies don't have much in common, the fact that Mulan is sent to a matchmaker who basically tells her she looks good but is going to be the worst wife ever...? Our girl Azula, with all those insecurities about being unloveable and a monster, probably would relate big time to that.

Mulan is also an INTELLIGENT soldier rather than a brawny one, which is how she starts to make progress in the army, it's how she manages to overcome the huns with that avalanche... and Azula's primary difference with most other antagonists in ATLA is that she's smart as fuck. She is very strong, no doubt, but a LOT of that strength comes from her intelligence, from assessing situations in unique ways, from planning and strategizing. The way Mulan finds the most unexpected solutions that still pay off reminds me a lot of how Azula achieves unexpected feats through rather unorthodox means, capable of taking over a city with basically no bloodshed while her nation has spent 100 years trying and failing to do so through major army incursions and who knows how much senseless violence. Obviously, I'm not saying what Azula did is GOOD and it's kind of dumb that we always have to point that out... I'm merely comparing the magnitude of the feats, and the fact that they both come from ladies who use strategy and intelligence to achieve their goals rather than muscle and physical power.

And while anyone would rage at me for the comparison between Fa Zhou (her dad) and Ozai, the truth is the dynamic between them CAN be compared, if loosely: Mulan literally goes to war to keep her father safe. Azula goes to war under her father's orders. Hell, she makes herself BAIT in the Eclipse to make sure the Gaang won't get to her dad?? While it's very much possible to say that both characters have different personalities and attitudes in life... I'd also bring up that their contexts are evidently completely different. I wouldn't say for certain that Azula, had she been raised outside a Royal Family, would be EXACTLY like Mulan... but they might have more similar traits than one might expect. Ultimately, though... I love them both. And this opportunity to swap their places was pretty much a dream come true!

Alright, that was plenty of rambling xD ultimately, I had a blast doing this commission, as I'm sure is obvious by now. So! If anyone wants to commission me, feel free to check out my prices right here and hit me up if you're interested!

[untoldstar]

Your writing is addictiveeeee. Can u do ur ocs reaction to being cheated on by reader? Im so down bad for jesse 😫 hes just a lil guy who wants to be loved! Sue me!

The yanderes reaction to you cheating on them

Thank you smmm🫶 but fr I’m down bad for Jesse as well even tho he’s a lil psycho🫠

I can make a part two for the rest of the oc’s if anyone’s interested I just usually go for these oc’s because they’re the most popular and seem like a common favorite.

warnings: obsessive behavior, stalking, yandere themes, murder, stealing appearance and changing appearance (not reader), nsfw content, imprisonment, keeping reader locked up.

find out more about these characters here.

Ava (yandere best friend)

She’d go off the rails. She’ll cry and sob her heart out. she won’t talk to anyone except for you. Her phone is filled with missed calls and worried messages from her family and friends. Everyone gets so worried they start showing up at her apartment door but she’s too busy crying into her pillow waiting for your call or to hear your sweet voice outside her door.

She’d take you back in a heartbeat. Just please please don’t leave her.

Even if you already moved on and decided to be with your partner she’s still stuck on you and obsessing over how to get you back.

She’d go over every detail of the physical traits of the bitch you cheated on her with and tries to match it. What did you even see in them? they’re nothing compared to her!

Doesn’t matter. She’ll do whatever it takes. She’ll go as far as dying her hair, getting new piercings if they had any, changing her makeup, changing her entire wardrobe.

You’re absolutely mortified when she shows up at your doorstep looking like your partners lost twin.

Theo (yandere boss)

All his past paranoia will come right up to the surface. He’s always wanted to lock you up so no one would look at you so. No one would breathe your air. He didn’t want anyone to have the pleasure of even looking at you.

And you’ve finally given him a reason.

He has you cooped up in his mansion with no way of getting out. You’re always watched and monitored. Most of the week he’s working from home to be around you. Clothing you, feeding you, bathing you. He won’t let you out of your sight for a single second.

And every time you ask about your partner he’d smile softly and tell you to not worry about them. They don’t mean anything to you anymore.

Because they’re not here anymore.

Warner (rich yandere)

He can never be angry with you. No never~

But he will give you the punishment you deserve.

And he has certain methods for punishment like having you tied up to his bed and leaving you all alone in a dark lonely room with a vibrator strapped to your cunt.

You’re not truly alone of course, he’s always watching you with the cameras he set up.

Howw else is he supposed to stop the vibrator right when you’re about to cum?

Other than making you struggle for his forgiveness he also has to keep you busy while he gets rid of your little problem. He’s hurt people for you before and certainly has killed them but he’s never gotten to this level of cold blooded torture.

He spills their blood while in a trance like state, he’s absolutely drenched in their blood and the scene is gruesome enough to have his body guards who have seen many similar things while working with him not withstand this particular scene.

But you won’t know any of it, you don’t have to. They’re a distant memory by the time he’s back home in brand new clothes and looking as sharp as ever. Some of that rage is still simmering under that cool exterior though so he’s not quite finished with you yet.

Yandere bully

You’re not even in a relationship the guy tortures you on a daily basis! but he saw you get all blushy and smiling while another guy was teasing you in the hallway.

You never blush when he messes you what the fuck is that about?

That’s as good as cheating in his delusional mind.

He starts clinging to you everyday even more than before. Scowling and glaring at any guy who passes you by like a guard dog. You’re too focused on his asshole behavior to notice that you haven’t even seen the guy since.

You’ve heard students around you murmuring about a student who’s been in such a bad accident that he can’t even walk anymore. So many broken bones, swollen flesh, he might have even gotten a brain injury. Poor thing can’t even come to school anymore.

You never made the dots…

bonus! Yandere tentacle monster

Nom.

Let’s not forget this guy is an actual monster the second that guy gets on top of you on the bed he has already devoured him.

He walks toward you with an icy expression while wiping the blood off his mouth not paying any mind to your mortified expressions.

“You could’ve of at least brought a proper meal pet. That tasted absolutely terrible. I’d much rather eat you instead~”

the person reader cheated with knowing they’re absolutely fucked no matter who the oc is:

[ynscrazylife]

Eek! Yay!

So since I'm just a few episodes ahead I'm just going to keep it kind of vague. What do you think of a younger sister whose just a little younger than Sam? Dean practically raising her and so they're super close but when Sam leaves for college their dad decides that maybe the hunter life isn't the best for his daughter so he leaves her behind with a family friend. Imagine the angst and abandonment issues (def not me) like after Dean picks up Sam he tracks down his younger sister he hasn't seen in like a year and she just never gave up hunting so now she's actually pretty good at it? Can you imagine how awkward that reunion would be?? Maybe they're hunting down a monster together or something??

Sorry, this isn't exactly a scenario so much as my own personal idea for a backstory? I don't know but if you like it or you want something else let me know cause there's tons more that are similar or completely different from this one 😏

Great minds think alike cause I kinda had an idea in mind where Dean and Sam meet up with their sister through a hunt! This is a little different than what you put in the ask tho, so I hope that’s alright. I also feel like there is enough for a part 2 so I could end up adding to this! And this would be a fun OC concept to make 👀 if anyone wants that.

a reunion for the ages (dean & sam winchester x sister!reader)

The thing that makes this entire situation, what your life has become, so backwards and twisted is that at first, you didn’t actually want to hunt. You wanted to go to college, like Sam. You weren’t even that much younger than him and in his first year, he seemed to love it. But when your time rolled around, you didn’t get into Stanford.

Yes, there were other colleges that accepted you, but you really wanted to be with your big brother. The rejection hit you hard and as a result (and needing a distraction), you threw yourself into hunting. You became careless and reckless and instead of talking with you about it, your dad made a decision for you: that you weren’t cut out for hunting. He left you and took Dean with him.

When Dean realized what was going on, he of course tried to stop his dad. They got into a pretty bad fight over it. But he was a stubborn man and he refused to go back for you. Dean tried calling you, but thinking that he was in on it with Dad, you refused to pick up. You kept in touch with Sam for a little while, but the both of you got busy as time went on, and the weekly calls stopped.

A few years later, Dean and Sam have hit the road, intent on finding Dad. The backseat of the Impala, which was usually occupied by you, is empty.

“I thought if I gave you some time you might bring it up yourself, but dude, are we picking up Y/N or not?” Sam asks finally, no longer wanting to beat around the bush about it. He knows about Dad and Dean leaving you behind, but assumes that at some point you would’ve made up with them.

“She shouldn’t be involved in this,” Dean says resolutely, keeping his eye on the road ahead, firmly gripping the steering wheel.

“You had no problem involving me in this,” Sam points out, trying not to sound upset over it. There was a small part of him that wonders if he hadn’t gone with Dean, would he’ve been able to save Jess? Still, he knows that he went willingly, and that he could’ve said no.

“You know how to hunt and fight. The last time I saw Y/N hunt . . . Trust me, it didn’t go well,” Dean mutters, definitely not in the mood to have this conversation.

“Shouldn’t we at least let her know what’s going on with Dad?” Sam suggests, now more curious about what happened between you and Dean and Dad. You never gave many details about it.

“Have at it, if she’ll pick up,” Dean says, throwing one hand in the air. He’s trying to play it off as if he doesn’t care, but he does. He misses you.

Sam tries but, as Dean predicted, you don’t answer. Over the next couple days, they get wrapped up into a case where they suspect an angry ghost is the perpetrator, going after the people that they blame for their death. Thankfully they’re able to find the object that the ghost is attached to, a music box. What they don’t expect, however, is to be dealing with a ghost possessing someone. It’s a chef, to be exact, which leads them to their current situation: fighting the possessed chef in his kitchen.

“Sam, a little help here?!” Dean yells, fist-fighting the enraged chef, who looks a little ridiculous in his white chef’s hat.

“I don’t have any iron! Or salt!” Sam yells back, rummaging through his bag in search of something, anything, that might help.

Suddenly, someone runs into the room from behind the guy and jumps on his back. It’s a woman, with a bat in her hand. As the guy stumbles back, she hits him in the head repeatedly, until the guy throws her off his back and onto the table. The woman smacks him again with the bat, then gets salt from out of her pocket, and throws it at him. The ghost is expelled from his body and he drops to the floor.

Dean and Sam exchange looks, wondering who the hell she is.

The ghost isn’t done yet, though. It lifts the woman into the air and lets her drop onto the table, which cracks. She falls onto the floor and the ghost lunges for her, disappearing and now possessing her. Dean and Sam prepare themselves for another fight, only to both freeze when the woman stands up and turns around.

It’s their sister. Their little sister, who’s meant to be enjoying a hunt-free life. There’s a gash on her forehead which is leaking blood down her face and within seconds, she’s lunging at Sam.

He falls back, not sure what to do. If this were anyone else being possessed, he’d fight back, but he doesn’t want to hurt you.

“Y/N, Y/N, c’mon!” He yells, doing his best to dodge your hits.

Dean runs around and grabs you in a bear-hug, pinning your arms to your sides. He drags you back, even as you thrash. “Get some salt, Sam!” He says, struggling to manage you.

“I told you, I don’t have any!” Sam repeats, frustrated.

“It’s a KITCHEN!” Dean practically screams.

While Sam looks for salt, you twist out of Dean’s arms. The two of you go at it but eventually, Dean’s able to get you down on the ground. He feels bad about pressing his knee on your abdomen, holding your arms down, but he has to keep you there.

“I found a salt shaker,” Sam says, kneeling down by your head. “We gotta destroy the music box, though, before the ghost possesses one of us.”

“Alright, do it, but give me the salt,” Dean says, moving your arms above your head and holding your wrists with one hand. With his other, he takes the salt and has to pry your jaw open to pour the salt in your mouth.

You cough and splutter, but Dean forces your mouth to close until you’ve swallowed the salt. Finally, the ghost leaves your body. Dean throws the salt shaker to Sam, who salts the music box before chucking it into the oven.

“Alright, Y/N, we gotta go,” Dean says, throwing one of your arms over his shoulders and pulling you to your feet.

All you can do is lean against him and mumble your brother’s name, your head spinning.

Sam grabs the chef and the four of you stumble out the back exit. Sam lays the chef on the ground and calls the fire department, then you guys make your getaway in Dean’s car.

“I’m staying with her,” Sam decides, sitting in the backseat with you while Dean starts to drive.

“Sam . . . Dean? What’re you doing here?” You ask as Sam tends to your head with the first aid kit that they keep in the car. You can hardly believe that you’re really with your brothers again.

“Could ask you the same question, kid. Sammy and I were hunting that ghost,” Dean says, speeding up a little to get to the motel faster.

“So was I,” you say. Your head feels far too heavy to hold up on your own right now so you let it lean against Sam’s shoulder.

“What?” The brothers ask in unison. They weren’t sure what answer they were expecting but it wasn’t that.

“Been hunting ever since you and Dad left, Dean,” you tell them. Even though you are in pain, you don’t miss the beat of silence that follows.

“You were pretty good back there,” Sam compliments, ruffling your hair a bit. With your head wound bandaged up, he slings his arm around you for the rest of the drive.

Dean is quiet, his fingers thumping against the steering wheel, until the three of you arrive at the motel. Sam helps you out and lays you down on his bed. “I’ll be right back, gonna get you an ice pack,” he says, going to the mini ridge.

Dean sits across from you on his own bed, sighing. “How are you feeling?” He asks.

“Like I got thrown onto a table . . . Oh wait, I did,” you answer sarcastically, mustering up a smile.

Sam returns, giving you the ice pack and then sitting next to Dean. He glances between his siblings, sensing some tension. “Do you two need to . . . Talk or something?” He asks.

“You’ve really been hunting this whole time?” Dean asks you, still in a bit of disbelief.

You nod. “I got my act together after Dad . . . After you and Dad left. I wanted to prove him wrong,” you explain, shrugging. “Where is he, anyway?”

Sam and Dean exchange a look. “We don’t know. We’ve been hunting and hoping to find him in the process,” Sam says.

You nod slowly. Your dad taking off isn’t that uncommon, but it is uncommon to see your brothers hunting together. “I’ll get out of your hair soon,” you mumble, not sure that they wanted you around.

“Woah, wait. There’s no rush. Sam was right, you were pretty good back there . . . We could use your help,” Dean says. He’s not going to let you go so easily this time around.

“Really?” You say, a little surprised. You sit up in bed, taking the ice pack off your forehead.

“Yes. And keep that on,” Dean says quickly, taking the ice pack from you and pressing it to your wound himself. He moves to sit down next to you, making you roll your eyes, but you don’t argue. It’s kinda nice to have him helping you out, he’s always been protective over you and Sam.

“The Three Musketeers, all back together again,” Sam jokes, just to annoy you both.

“Is it too late to back out now?” You ask.

“Yes,” the brothers say. You’re in too deep now, Dean and Sam aren’t letting you go again.

[laroserie]

— characters : my oc's - separate ! ( yandere!incubus - yandere!omega - yandere!high noble fae - yandere!piercer )

— content : x gender neutral reader - spending christmas with them, typical holiday fluff, the yandere-ness isn't really here ( expect for yan!omega )

— authors note : ... i haven't posted the introduction post for my yandere piercer but ! it's okay :) also ! this was supposed to be a lil bonus but writers block is kicking my ass so you get this

• yandere! incubus

Before you he wasn't exactly big on doing christmas at home - he used to go out in bars and picked people up to go have 'fun' in the bathroom of the said bars.

After you came into his life, and he kidnapped you, he obviously stopped doing that and finally saw the perspective that christmas was a holiday to spent with thoses that are dear to you. And well, you were more than dear to him.

He will set up and decorate the christmas tree with you - he prefer for it to be neat so he may fix up what you put up when you aren't in the room.

In term of christmas eve, unless you are a good cook - you both are eating a regular take out for it, but he will purchase a yule log though !

And for christmas in itself, he will buy you a gift - you most likely will know what it is in advance because he isn't exactly discrete when asking what 'you could eventually want but it's only hypothetical and totally not for christmas'.

On the 25th of december, he will wake you up very early, like 6am. He will act surprised and happy whatever you gift him. Will jump into your arms and kiss you. And you better act surprised and happy at this gift too if you don't want him to be all grumpy.

• yandere! omega

Asper most likely forces you two to spent christmas like a 'regular' couple - except for the all hanging out outside and looking at the decorations or going to a christmas market. It maybe a holiday season but he cannot afford any risks or you leaving him.

He will try his best though. He will decorate the entire house to be christmas themed - in the hope that he may win a few points with you, after all yes. He may be holding you captive but hey, at least he made the house cute, he deserves something for that right ?

He'll try to make you forget for a moment your current situation - he is delusional enough to think that him trying to give you a sense of normalcy ( which he do mostly for himself ) may make you like him more - or forgive him a bit for kidnapping you.

He's the type to cook an entire christmas dinner and force feed you it - he will buy oysters force them down your throat, he will cook scallops and cut them in smalls bits and make you eat them while you are tied up to a chair, with red ropes, obviously.

• yandere! high noble fae

Christmas is not really a thing for faes, they have somewhat similar holiday, mostly focused around gift giving and spending time with your family but it happen during the summer and is quite underwhelming compared to christmas.

Realistically they already knew about christmas but they couldn't bring it first, they could wait for you to bring it up. But they already have prepared a few things like a gift for you and a small tree, it's in one of their closet which they forbade you from cleaning since you started working as a servant.

Once you bring up christmas, they laugh at your face and tell you something along the line of 'Do you really think, I could celebrate a silly human holiday ? How do you take me for ?' but it will be quickly followed by a 'Well, if you beg well enough I may indulge you.". Even if you don't beg, they will be very much in on celebrating christmas.

With only the two of you of course ! They refuses to get anyone else involved - with the exceptions of their family cook which they will give the tasks of cooking.

They use this as an occasions to make a ginger bread house, they saw various things about it while reading human literature and they always wanted to try so they will act as if they only did it for you. ( The house ended up breaking after 30 seconds and the kitchen they borrowed was such a mess, cleaning up was awful and they regret their idea - they still check it out of their list of thing to do. )

• yandere! piercer

Thomas was never big on christmas and it doesn't change with you - if you really insist in it he will try his best to be enthusiastic about it but don't expect too much from him.

He won't even help you decorate or anything - at most he will get you a gift for christmas that he won't brother wrapping up and will accompany you at a christmas market solely for the food, and because he does find it cute and romantic to walk around with you in the snow.

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now, I know you don't ship your oc with anyone, buut- if you did, who'd it be????

I spent way too long on this question LMAO

Like anon pointed out, I don’t really ship Erin with anyone in particular mostly because I didn’t really write her to be with a canon character. She’s just trying not to die, honestly. But I’d be lying if I said I never imagined hypotheticals with her and some of the boys, so here’s the answer I settled on: tier list edition!

I’ll explain it a bit more in detail under the cut but there’s the short answer for anyone who wants to skip my rambling.

Ace x Erin

There is no universe in which Ace is not in love with Yuu, no matter what form they take.

Friends to lovers is a CLASSIC trope that I love dearly. Besides Grim (who is more like family anyways), Ace was Erin’s first friend! Ace and Deuce dropped their vacation plans to come and rescue them from Scarabia. He literally never shuts up about Erin and Grim when they’re separated. Ace has made two very suspicious requests to share a bed with Erin. Dude is down bad. And I love it <3

The reason he is so high up on the list and Deuce isn’t is simply because Ace and Erin have a lot more in common than Deuce and Erin. In fact, I’ve said once that she’s a female version of Ace in a lot of aspects and I still think that’s true. I could definitely see them as having a very fun and playful relationship, but still willing to drop everything to help the other if necessary. 

Realism: 2/10 

Sorry, Ace. You may like Erin, but Erin doesn’t like you. Not like that, anyway. Not now. Cough.

Azul x Erin

IT'S FOR THE MEMES!!!

I love Erin and Azul in much the same way as I love Jamil and Azul. The octopus boy pathetically pining after someone who wants nothing to do with him is so beautiful. Erin and Jamil would eat Azul for breakfast and he’d say THANK YOU. 

This is me rn:

Putting aside the rivals to lovers storyline that everyone loves, I do think they could make an absolute power couple. What does a scheming octopus need? An equally scheming wife at his side, of course! 

Realism: 0/10

Bro Erin hates him-

Kalim x Erin

This couple just makes my heart happy <3 

I’m obsessed with couples that are compliments of one another. They’re different, but different in a way that the other needs. Kalim’s ultimate downfall is his naivete and I think Erin offers a more grounded and rational approach to things. She’s more observant and cunning. Opposite to that, Erin would really benefit from someone as generous and kind hearted as Kalim is. Someone who is forgiving and willing to see the best in people, even when he’s been wronged. 

They’d be a good, healthy couple, and I love that for Erin. She deserves someone to make her happy and would want someone to make happy in return. 

Realism: 6/10

Erin appreciates Kalim’s positivity, especially since she’s surrounded by people who look down on her for not having magic and whatever else the cast rags on Yuu for. I’d certainly consider them friends in canon but not romantic. 

Vil x Erin

Fun fact: Erin canonically has a small crush on Vil. BUT ONLY BECAUSE HE SMOOCHED HER CHEEK IN BOOK 6! Erin is so affection starved that the simple act of a “thank you” kiss on the cheek was enough to make her develop a bit of a crush on him. It was never big enough to motivate her to want to date him or anything like that, but an attraction was there. 

Erin and Vil both have a similar appreciation for beauty. They both emphasize the value of hard work and self-improvement. They’re also both pretty strict on themselves to constantly be better than they were yesterday. Likewise, Erin isn’t too concerned with gender norms so Vil criticizing Epel for considering ballet “girly” won him a lot of points in her book. 

Just by virtue of Erin and Vil having a lot in common, I think they would make a cute couple. She’ll 100% sit down and be pampered and then turn around and do the same for him. Erin is naturally pretty charming and charismatic, so I could see her integrating well into celebrity culture. Erin also values her independence in a relationship and I don’t really see Vil as someone who would mind that too much. They’re both busy people with their own lives who can come together at the end of the day and that’s nice. 

Make room, Rook and Cater. Erin’s joining the Vil fan club. 

Realism: 7/10

They would be the most likely couple to work out, but I have no plans to make anything official.

I could see it 

This category includes characters that I think would either pair well with Erin or make for a fun ship. 

Ruggie and Floyd both give “partners in crime energy” that I think could be fun to play with. 

Malleus and Erin are interesting. Malleyuu is one of my favorite pairings, but for Erin specifically I wanted to deviate. I think it’d be more interesting if Malleus only liked Erin as much as he did simply because she was the first person to really give him the time of day as “Malleus” and not “future king of the briar valley and one of the most powerful mages in Twisted Wonderland”. If I were to write them a love story, I’d actually have Erin reject Malleus in Night Raven College. A few years later, they’d reunite after maturing and growing and fall in love as adults post-graduation. I think it’d be neat. 

(That being said, I wrote them as platonic friends LOL) 

Erin and Silver are appealing in the same way that Erin and Kalim are appealing, just to a lesser extent because I don’t see the same chemistry 

Maybe??

Erin and Deuce just give me sibling energy so it’s hard for me to want them to be together, but he’s not the worst option

Trey and Cater have the advantage of being Heartslabyul residents and I just envision Erin as being closer with them than most dorms because of Ace and Deuce

I think Rook could totally win Erin over with passionate displays of love if he was sincere about it. If he takes her hand and they dance in the square Rapunzel style and she’ll be falling fr 

Never really thought about it

Kinda self-explanatory. I never really explored their relationships with Erin in depth so I don’t really have an opinion of where I’d place them? 

Jack and Jamil seem too serious for Erin

Jade is just kinda there and freaks her out tbh

Epel and Erin would have to fight over his narrow view of gender norms

Erin and Idia are just TOO different in terms of extrovert to introvert. Ik some people really like those pairings but I don’t. I think pairings can be different, just not TOO different. (I’m also projecting because I’m an introvert and extroverts exhaust me LOL) 

Sebek is… Sebek

BLEGH 

Ortho is just a baby 

I don’t ever see it happening so i can’t say i ship them but i love him so we’ll call it wish fulfillment <3

It’s no secret that Riddle is my favorite character, so of course a part of me wants to like Erin and Riddle as a couple because then I could have him around more. 

They just don’t work in my head LOL 

I don’t think Erin would mind the rules so much, unless he started trying to make HER follow them. He can be as rule-abiding as he wants, but if he tries to tell her that she can’t put honey in her lemonade after 8 p.m… there’s gonna be a fight. 

On the OTHER hand, I think Riddle having a partner that can help him to enjoy life without the stress of following rules or the guilt of breaking on is super cute. Someone who could ease him into letting go of his need for rules, and who can reassure him when he inevitably slips up. Someone who can encourage him to stand on his own and to be confident in his own decisions outside of what a rule book dictates for him. Or, y’know, his mother. 

Riddle being the more reserved, caretaking one and Erin being the more spontaneous, fun-loving one...

Okay, wait, I might have to revisit them. (My bias may be showing.)

Illegal :)

Erin is 17. Leona is 20 and Lilia is, like, 700. Nope.

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i have been thinking a lot about how the beast ancients would handle love, as i have been seeing a lot of awesome fanfics of like oc kids of the beast ancients, and i think i even saw one dragonberry had a crush on the person (i think). with that being said, would there be anyone the neo beasts love enough to be merciful towards? if not what would they be like towards a cookie if they did have one dear to them like that? you know how saint vanilla loves white lily enough to "purify her last", and i think you said dark choco might be the only one who can reach out to frigid and get him to come to his senses? would he still freeze his own son for getting too close or touching him?

Canonically it varies wildly but I can give some examples!

Dragonberry does genuinely love her family. The thing is that her beastly pride and ambition make it really hard to tell, especially when she’s walking on Royal and Jungleberry’s positions, ordering Wildberry like a lapdog, and ofc being lax on what kind of danger Princess gets into if it’ll make her come home faster. You’d have to look for the subtle things like her personality not changing much around them, or in the last example, giving certain people (Saint) the express order to not touch them.

Saint can and does, but his definition is wildly different from ours. Mercy to him is purification, and his immense compassion for everyone on earthbread means everyone is deserving of it. However, going off our definition… not really? Though those in is cult and Lily are spared, he still wishes to save them, in Lily’s case especially. Him loving someone more means him wanting to save them sooner; he didn’t leave Lily for last because he loves her, but it’s because he loves her that Lily could bargain for her life. However, with their deal he can certainly express his love as he waits, and he’d even help her with certain things. He would be pretty protective of her because of their deal.

Oh boy cacao. It’s hard for him to hear his own thoughts about Choco, but hearing his name makes him react so intensely with emotion that there has to be something there, right? Are the permafrost and licorice sea expanding because they can or is it because they’re acting on Cacao’s immense need to find his son? Does he think his corruption is Choco’s fault or does he think Choco could have the answer for what he wants?? Is Choco really the be all and end all for how he’s defeated/saved or is he just another element in whatever twisted plan he has underneath the silence and isolation…

Cheese… ish? She doesn’t feel any kind of love love towards anyone. Rich Cheese isn’t her daughter in this au so there’s nothing there either. I’d say if she did though shed be similar to Dragonberry, though more protective.

Lily is complicated. She never expresses if she loves Saint, but her actions and other words imply that she does. Love is something she acknowledges she has, and she would genuinely be protective and caring for someone she loves, but the problem is that she doesn’t have anyone else besides another Beast. She is kinda maternal in behavior for her faerie subjects, but Sovereignty means it’s also easy to think that letting them do whatever they want damn the consequences means she doesn’t care. Despite all of this she is still the most normal one in the room

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Mxtx x male reader

A cross over.

When a modern era young man transmigrated in PIDW that has crossovered with other Novel's such as MDZS & TGCF thing's are bound to be both fun & traumatizing!

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Name & Description are different but originally this was on my ao3 some things are arranged to suit it being an X reader. My ao3 is Elijah_Ezra.

TRANSLATION MAY NOT HE ACCURATE.

-- MAIN SHIPS WILL NOT HE CHANGED ( such as hualian , wangxian. )

-- SHEN YUAN IS NOT HERE.

shang qinghua is. I have favorite's.

-- Canon, what canon plot line?

-- Don't like, don't read.

-- Hate towards me or anyone is not tolerated.

-- This is a crossover.

-- A lot of spelling mistakes probably.

-- No upload schedule.

-- What Ships is reader in? I'm aiming for it to be a Liu Qingge X Reader however if this is not liked I take recommendations as well.

THIS IS PIDW TECHNICALLY NOT SVSSS.

• SHEN JIU'S PAST!!!!

• TW FOR THAT. PLEASE, STAY SAFE.

Shen (Name) groans and sighs before getting up from the chair to grab his sword Bǎohù

It was time for the Disciple selection..

He flew down and was immediately greeted by the peak lords he was well liked and loved unlike his elder brother Shen Jiu or also known as Shen Qingqiu.

That’s right he (Last name) ( First Name) , A lazy modern guy , died and transmigrated into PIDW not only that as an OC insert the scum villains younger brother!

Airplane , what kind of messed up tragic sad backstory did you need to give Jiu-Ge?!

Naturally they grew up together which meant his childhood sucked too!

Granted not that bad compared to him as that Qiu Jianluo took a very good liking to him and loved his naïve personality he was rarely beaten.

Which now knowing WHAT Qiu Jianluo liked and was thinking made him want to scream cry and rip off his skin to erase the feeling the skin that was touched by him.

What seemed liked innocent hugged were actually very much not innocent.

years later and after much trauma he became a peak lord!

So, that's that! Yippie hooray for you.

The (History of God's and Ghost's) "神与鬼的历史" (Shén yǔ guǐ de lìshǐ) peak lord!

It is the same ranking as Qing Jing Peak.

In this peak they learned about God’s and Ghost’s that are hidden and roaming around somewhere.

Their cultivation was communication with them.

Some Ghosts would occasionally help them when in need by lending them their strength.

In turn they would also help the ghost move on.

However, this is not safety assured as ghosts can be deceiving.

Shen (Name) would know himself, he’s half possessed by one called SYSTEM who forces him to do certain shit!

{ HOST, QIU JANLUO DID NOT NEED HIS DICK! }

Shen (Name) grimaces remembering that memory when the SYSTEM took control of his body and just chopped off someone’s dick.

‘ You didn’t need to use my body! ‘

{ D: Then, who else would SYSTEM posses? Your brother? No, thanks. }

‘ Die. ‘

{ SYSTEM will die when HOST 002 dies. }

Ah, right. Did he mention the author transmigrated with him?

Airplane Shooting towards the sky transmigrated into Shang Qinghua.

“ Didi, are you alright? You’re frowning. “ Shen Qingqiu asked snapping him out of his thoughts.

He hummed and looked towards the disciples hoping that today he will meet the protagonist Luo Binghe .

Yue QingYuan nodded at him and asked if he will choose a disciple.

Right, He himself rarely accepted new disciples they had to be specific and needed to be blessed or gained the attention of a god or ghost.

But as he looks down no one seems to have the veins that are gold or red.

Gold means a god has noticed them.

Glowing Gold means they have been blessed by one.

Red means a ghost has either noticed them or blessed them.

It was surprising to learn ghosts can bless people.

A ghost’s blessing boosts up your QI similar to the gods blessing but a ghost blessing also gives you luck while God’s give you some protection but not luck that would be on you!

Suddenly again he heard Liu Qingge and Shen Qingqiu fighting which is normal. However, they were fighting over a disciple.

He didn’t feel like getting involved and zoomed out before Shang Qinghua whispered to him.

‘ Bro, Go with Shen QIngqiu that’s Luo Binghe he took! ‘

he glared at Shang Qinghua for not telling him sooner and ran after Shen Jiu.

MEANWHILE…

SO, IT BEGINS TOUGHT A MAN WEARING SIMPLE WHITE ON A THRONE HIGH ABOVE WHERE NO ONE CAN REACH HIM.

THE man was beautiful with long brown hair and warm eyes.

The male wished he can help the poor soul yet, he is not allowed to interfere only drop some helpful information nothing more…

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His peak was often described as a picturesque peak ( he was very proud of his peak ) adorned with tranquil ponds. The water is crystal clear, reflecting the beauty of the lily pads floating gracefully on the surface.

Koi fish gracefully glide through the water, their vibrant colors adding a touch of elegance.

The croaking of frogs adds a harmonious melody to the scene. The air is filled with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers, and the sight of fluttering butterflies brings a sense of joy.

The overall ambiance feels inviting and pristine. Even the teachers and classes exude warmth and friendliness. It's a place where one can find solace and inspiration.

Near the peak lord's house you'll see a more beautiful building. The building is a shrine. Inside of it is a statue of the main god they learn about.

However, the statue isn't alone along with it is the God's husband.

The crown prince and also now heavenly emperor Xie Lian & his husband Crimson Rain Sought Flower Hua Cheng.

If you're lucky enough (or you're Shen (Name) ) you'll see silver butterflies flying around.

It make's a wonderful painting , silver Butterflies in the moonlight.

From the outside the shrine has an ornate and elaborate design, with intricate carvings.

Inside the shrine, you'll find a serene and reverent atmosphere. 

To the side inside the shrine is a long table where offerings and candle's are lit.

His peak is always calm and right now that's where he wants to be not in his olders brother bamboo house with tension so high he's surprised the kid Luo Binghe hasn't fainted.

' It's the tea scene where he pours hot boiling tea on him ' he thinks.

He wishes he can move from his brother's side yet he can't.

The tea is poured , the child gasps and the master leaves looking back once at his brother.

Shen (Name) immediately goes to the poor disciple.

He grabs the towel from the table and gently wipe away the hot tea.

"I'm sorry, please don't mind my brother."

The child looks up naive brown eyes shining at him.

"N-no shifu it was this Disciples fault."

The peak lord can't help how his heart melts.

Shen (Name) from the past hated this scene and didn't understand why Shen Qingqiu did this. The Shen (Name) who he is now understands.

Luo Binghe's eye's and hair are similiar to Qiu Jianluo.

The child's name make it even worse. Luo Binghe..Luo...

Ning Yingying didn't help either immediately calling him A-Luo...

... something Qiu Haitang used to call her brother Luo-Ge...

Still, it's no excuse to what happened to this child but he can be sympathetic.

He'll show him around himself and leave he can't be absent from his peak but he can visit his brother and this child.

Maybe, in the way he'll see his cute shidi Liu Qingge.

Dropping off Luo Binghe at his dorm's in which he knows he won't be staying there longer Shen (Name) leave's and goes to the shrine.

He needs some advice..

He knows the god probably won't respond but he'll feel his presence and that's enough.

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July OC of the Month: Luna Auclair

Please welcome July 2024's OC of the Month: @peonierose's Luna Auclair

Each month, we highlight one MC or OC on our Meet My MC / OC List. They are selected randomly on the Wheel of Names, and eligibility requirements can be found here. We accept MC / OC profiles on an ongoing basis. Please feel free to send yours in!

Learn more about Luna below

1- In your own words, tell us what you like most about your MC / OC. 

I love how passionate and carefree Luna is. She loves and gives without expecting anything in return. She is an amazing character, one I’d love to be friends with (because she’d know some hot guys and could get me a date 😅). Overall, she‘s very sweet, but hurt her friends or family, and you’ll get to know another side of Luna. 

She’s just a good soul with good and bad sides, which I love. Luna is sunshine mixed with a little hurricane. 

2- Do you feel your MC / OC is like you at all? How are you alike or different?

There are some things Luna and I share. We both struggle with anxiety. We both have a similar eye color (blue-green) and a shade of blonde hair. Hers is lighter than mine. We both share the love we have for our friends and family. We do share the same taste in guys or are somewhat similar 😅. We are different in the sense that Luna is a more creative soul, and she’s less stubborn than me 😅. 

3- What is most important to your MC / OC? What is their motivation in life?

Luna just wants to leave a good impression on people and life itself. She thinks if you send positivity into the world, good karma will return to you. 

To make memories that’ll last a lifetime. A life well lived and one that’s cherished. 

4- What are their biggest pet peeves/dislikes?

People who are judgmental of others

Liars

Tourists/Locals who endanger animals (in the ocean and on land alike) and litter (throwing their trash everywhere, including the ocean) 

5- If your MC / OC could change one thing - anything - what would it be?

Less war, hate and negativity in this world. Just live and let live. 

6- What is your MC / OC's favorite quote or song? 

Luna’s favorite quote is a Hawaiian saying her grandmother always mentions: ‘A’OHE PU’U KI’EKI’E KE HO’A’O ‘IA E PI’I – (No cliff is so tall it cannot be climbed.)

7- Other facts about Luna

Luna got her Bachelor of Fine Arts at the University of Hawaii. She specialized in ceramics, drawing, painting, and sculpture. Currently, she teaches art at the University of Hawaii, but she wants to have her own gallery in Honolulu to showcase her art and show how proud she is to call Honolulu her home.

She actually has a sweets drawer; Bryce always makes fun of her but secretly takes some caramel-covered almonds from Luna’s drawer, and she pretends she doesn’t notice 😅.

Her favorite painting by Lindsay Wilkins is ”Akala Sunset“ (akala = pink in Hawaiian).

8- Is there anything else you’d like to share about your MC / OC? 

I created Luna while going through a rough patch in my life. I was fired from my job during COVID, and so many other things were happening, so I was looking for something to help me deal with things. That’s when I found Tumblr and all these wonderful people. At first, I hadn’t even thought of writing anything, but then I kept having this idea for an OC, and I wrote down a fic, and it went from there. 

Luna inspires me daily. To live in the moment, to enjoy life. To spend less time on my phone (even if it’s where all my notes about stories and characters live 😅) and to spend more time with my friends and family. To love pink. Be more positive in life, and not let the bad days win. To simply be more me, my sometimes weird, full-of-energy Aries self.

I‘m also SO grateful I created Luna and all my wonderful stories. Thank you to anyone who’s ever given my characters and stories a chance. I will never be able to express my thanks and gratitude 🥰.

Also, here is a little thank you letter from Luna. 

Dear you,

Whatever happens in life, whether good or bad, don’t take it too personally; don’t let it consume you. Just try to breathe out and let it go (yes, it can be like the song from Frozen 🥰) I learned a long time ago that if you carry hate and bad vibes with you, it’ll be like a bad smell, you can’t get rid of, and you don’t want that do you? So be you!!!!!! However, you choose to be, whatever you wear, how you express yourself. Be you!!!! And maybe live close to a place that has a lot of sun and a beach (just saying, vitamin D is good, you know, and yes, the advice came from Bryce 🥰) 

Whoever needs to hear this: I see you. You are loved; you are worthy. This world wouldn’t be the same place without you in it. Never forget that!

Lots of love Luna

[oceanicfae]

𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

Account Guidelines

Hello, hello, admin here! This is a roleplay blog dedicated to my EPIC: the Musical OC, Venus.

Before I begin discussing her basic character information, I am going to set some rules, that I need people to uphold. Thank you!

— No NSFW asks: While I am an adult, I am uncomfortable with being asked about topics that register as NSFW. It’s even more uncomfortable for me when it’s from strangers, so I just would like to avoid that overall.

— No godmodding: I think this is pretty self explanatory but, please do not god-mod if you’re having an interaction with me. This mainly consists of controlling my actions for Venus. She is my character and she is special to me. This is my roleplay blog, not anybody else’s, and like everyone else here, I want to have fun with it. :)

— No harassment: I would hope this one is also self explanatory but if you harass me, the admin, whether it be bullying or otherwise, you will get blocked. Something important to add onto this is that I have BPD, so things can take a very quick turn in my emotions and I will split if things get too much for me. I won’t go into anymore detail about that, as it is just one of many symptoms of having BPD, but I don’t want anyone assuming things is all, haha.

That is pretty much all for the guidelines of this blog! Now, onto Venus.

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒

Venus

An Olympian Fae

Olympian Faes: Beings created by Zeus to serve as companions and servants for the gods. Depending on how worthy the King of Gods believes the others to be, each god can have more than one. One thing is set in stone: All gods, even the lesser deities, have an original. An original Olympian Fae is the first created, the one who leads the clan, and the one who holds the strongest bond to their God. Venus is the original of Poseidon.

Venus is not the same person as Aphrodite. They are two separate individuals, who were created of similar origins: by sea foam.

Ages ago, in stories past, Zeus was given a task. A task to create life. A task to create beings of divinity. He pondered, and his mind went to nymphs. But oh, that would be boring. There were already so many nymphs. But, inspiration couldn’t hurt! The King of Gods decided that day, this new species would be referred to as Olympian Faes.

It all begins with an idea. An idea that perhaps his two brothers could have the first ones! Poseidon was first. He was tasked with gathering sea foam from the depths of his ocean, and returning it to Olympus. When that occurred, Zeus honed his divine energy, and from the goblet of sea foam, a bubbling figure emerges from it. Skin of inky water, blue eyes, and translucent wings. This was it. This was her. This was Venus.

𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒

Physical Traits

In her true form, Venus is small, able to stand atop Poseidon’s hand when he is in a height that is closer to a mortal’s. Her body is made of an inky pool of water with sea foam covering her figure. Nothing fully is visible besides her wings, and her eyes. Her figure is still partially physical, despite her body being made out of the ocean itself.

As for her fully physical appearance, Venus has white, silken hair with sky blue streaks. Her skin is tanned, and there are markings all over her body. The markings glow blue in the presence of Posedion, and when she is away from him, they are just a few shades lighter than her skin tone. Pointed ears, that move with how her emotions are expressed.

There is a crystal embedded into her forehead, that of which is her life force. It cannot be damaged easily, but if it is, there is a high chance of her dying, depending on how badly the damage is.

Artist is @meowamer on Instagram

And that is the end of this blog! For future reference, when Venus is talking, it will be in blue and italics, whereas the admin is talking, it will be in regular font, with ooc marks “(( or //“, and will say OOC in front of the message!

[businesscasualart]

If you had a fursona what animal/colour would they be?

oh baby, I DID actually try my hand at fursona making once. Idk how much I like it in terms of it being MY fursona but I had a glorious time showing it to friends who love fursonas. For malicious reasons. I’ll get into it later. So I decided spontaneously, late at night, that I wanted to try my hand at a fursona. I always loved what one could do with anthro characters, but I’ve never been great at character design. I just haven’t been creative enough for anything exceptional. But a long time ago, loosely inspired by steampunk music, I had this idea for some type of slimy, smarmy, comedically evil businesswoman. A comedically evil businesswoman who was ACTUALLY slimy: a Hagfish lady <3 Not me exactly but something I’m fine being represented by comedically! I am also unsure if a fish qualifies as a “furry” exactly, but it doesn’t have scales, and my friend who know about furries didn’t object.

I couldn’t decide if I wanted her to have a tail or legs, or breasts or no breasts (bc she’s not a mammal). I’m a big fan of hagfish, they’re so fun and fit the personality of the character I think. But I picked it for metaphorical reasons too. Brace yourself for me being over dramatic and waxing poetic a bit.

I factually know I’m a good person, but I often am riddled with guilt and think myself a worse person than I probably am. Morally I’m probably okay, and I get told I’m morally okay often, but I see myself as like…licentious, lazy, harmful to those around me, greasy, perverse, manipulative, slimy. For no reason or event in particular. I’ve just been thinking of myself like that since I was super young. I think people call it Imposter’s Syndrome but I hesitate to call it that, I’d think that same way if no one thought I was good. A hagfish is a perfectly fine fish, it’s not harmful and it’s just living its life, but uh

Nasty.

They’re okay! They’re scavengers who eat like, carcasses. The only time they do harm really is in self defense, the rubbery slime from their bodies suffocating predators. But they’re so gross, they’re regarded as revolting to anyone who sees them, I don’t know anyone else who likes they. No one can get past the never-ending, all encompassing slime.

it’s sort of a….“I think myself gross on the inside, harmless on the outside. I make a character who’s gross and trying to appear harmless and nice” deal, combined with the fact that all evidence seems to say I’m alright, and there’s nothing truly reprehensible about hagfish either.

I hope this makes sense, it’s getting real late where I am. When I make characters, I like to give them traits I have that I don’t like about myself or things that represent traits I don’t like about myself. It makes me feel better somehow. It feels like putting forth something about myself that I can’t seem to get anyone else to see? I love my OCs, so I’ll start to appreciate/ease up on similar traits myself more? I wish I’d see other people like me with my hyper specific issues/negative traits in media, so I make em? Who knows why, but I think it may be a common thing.

anyway, I haven’t used her since think she’s still fun.

Comically evil business people characters are so beloved to me

anyway, making my friends look up videos of Hagfish slime and seeing the light in their eyes die was everything <3

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Kitten's Cream

Pairing: Shigadabi, Dabi/OC (Snowball)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Commissioned by @norsetenko. Shigaraki and Dabi were supposed to leave together for the week, it was a work trip, but it was going to be nice to be away for a while. Unfortunately, the heteromorphic quirk Tomura also tested on him was only supposed to last a few hours. Now he's a cat heteromorph with no good explanation they can offer the others about that if they're keeping the All For One quirk quiet, which means he's going to be locked in their room without anyone else for a week. It's a really good thing that Duster is happy to leave Snowball to take care of him, and the plushy-made-mortal is delighted to pamper their kitten.

Contents: Mommy kink, mommy dom, Cat!Dabi, lactation kink, oral sex, intercrural sex, multiple orgasms, praise kink, subspace, PIV sex, overstimulation, come eating, sex toys, anal fingering, creampie, wet and messy, aftercare, daddy kink, lingerie

Word count: 7410

"I am never letting you try out another weird quirk on me." Dabi grumbles from where he's perched on the bed, his new set of ears pinned back against his head and his tail whipping behind him with similar agitation.

"You were the one who wanted me to try it." Tomura says as he packs his bag. He has to leave again, though, this time not for treatments with the doctor. Instead, he's heading to tour the rest of the bases with Re-Destro for the week. Unfortunately, since they've been trying very hard to hide the fact that Tomura has AFO's quirk, that means that even though Dabi had wanted to go with him on the trip, he's now confined to the League's wing until the cat parts wear off. The transformation quirk was supposed to bring out animalistic traits in whoever it hit, but Duster was told that it would only take effect for a few hours. But it hadn't worn off for a day and when Tomura contacted Ujiko to ask about the quirk in more depth, he had said it was a mis-type and it would likely last a week.

And yeah, he had been curious about it, he wanted to see what kind of animal he was in the eyes of this quirk. He did not want to be this for a week when he could be with Tomura instead. "This fucking sucks." He grumbles, trying to keep his new claws from sinking into their sheets.

"I know, firefly," Tomura comes over to him and sits on the edge of the bed, waiting. Like he really is a cat.

But it feels like it's all him when he does crawl across the bed to tuck himself into Tomura's side, his ears drooping a little and his tail curling needily around his wrist. He doesn't say anything else. It feels like they’ve hardly gotten a minute to themselves lately, and it's been miserable to deal with lately on top of all of the other work stress. They were already planning on having to do reports and other work online while they were gone for the tours, but at least they would be somewhere new in between. Now Dabi is still going to have to do that work, isolated in their room, without Tomura for a whole other week.

Duster pulls him close, stroking his hair, which always feels nice, but feels really, really good while he's a cat. Good enough, that despite the misery in his chest, he does start to purr softly. Tomura smells a little like spice and a lot like rain as he holds him and pets him for as long as he can spare. But he does have to leave, and all too soon he presses a kiss to the crown of Dabi's head, and he knows then that time is up. "Do you want Snowball while I'm gone?"

Despite his initial protests, and the subsequent mountains of embarrassment that he had to work through after Snowball had been brought to life and had taken on a sexy feminine form, Dabi had ended up, a few times now, letting Tomura use the quirk again. Rarely was it the three of them again, mostly Shig uses Snowball as a way for Dabi not to be lonely while he was away. It was the entire reason he'd gotten Snowball for him when it had only been a large plush moth. A purpose that just seemed melted into Snowball's DNA as it formed under the quirk's effect. Snowball only cared if he was comfortable and happy, and did everything they could to make certain he was, but in a way that never felt condescending. Every action was so genuine and sincere that it made him uncomfortable the first time they had been alone together. But with everything already going to shit before he's even started a frustrating week of working in isolation, he'll be grateful for anything that helps to keep him from completely spiraling. 

"Okay." 

Tomura kisses his forehead and then reaches over for the stuffed animal. He holds on for a long time, giving it a lot of his energy, likely to keep them around for the entire duration of his trip, and when he lets go, Dabi does immediately chastise him for that slightly. 

"You have to work--" 

"We've got a three hour drive, trust me, I will be more than happy to sleep through some of Re-Destro's chatter." Tomura gives him another kiss before he finishes packing, and another before he does actually have to go. 

But as soon as the door is closed behind him, Dabi's ears are drooping and he's letting out a soft, nearly inaudible feline whine as he sits on their bed alone. He turns to nose at Snowball's minky fabric body, but he knows that they won't be around for a while yet. They never appear right away when Duster uses this quirk. 

He only lets himself mope for half an hour before he forces himself to go get his laptop. If he can't do any work in person for the week, then that means he has a finite amount of things he can actually finish while in isolation. A finite amount that will be gone if he gets it done early. Then he can order weed or catnip, whatever he wants to eat, and get stoned out of his mind until Tomura comes home. Is it a perfect solution for his predicament? No, but when has anything in his life ever worked out well for him? He'll make do. He always has before. 

///

He wakes to Snowball stroking their hands along his hair and back, their antennae brushing the tips of his ears.

"Good morning, little prince." She murmurs, rubbing her cheek against his head. It's still pitch black in the room which means it could be any time between midnight and five A.M. "I didn't know people could become animals."

Dabi is utterly shameless as he shoves his face into their breasts, though that is an action that is made even more appealing by the ultra soft ruff of fur circling her neck and down just below her collarbones. They give a soft little huff, but it's not a displeased sound, and their hand keeps on playing with his hair. "Duster fucked up." 

"I'm sure he'll make it better when he comes home," She assures him. "And I'm sure he's missing seeing how cute you are like this, kitten." 

They're probably right, but Dabi just huffs and hides his face even more. Thankfully while Snowball can't pick up social cues from anyone aside from him and Shig, they don't have any trouble at all deciphering that he doesn't want to talk anymore about it right now. Instead they keep stroking his hair, scratching behind his ears, and rubbing his back. Their wings curl around him and keep him warm and close as they start to purr softly. His own feline sounds mingle with theirs and before long he's sound asleep again. 

///

The next morning Snowball watches him as he gets ready for the day, having to help his stupid cat brain get over the issues with the water so he actually gets into the shower. He can't believe he's suddenly aquaphobic and he's very glad that they are hardwired to not make him feel like a dumbass over that because it's the worst shower experience of his life. But when he gets out, they've retrieved a delivery from their door, breakfast and a gift basket Duster must have arranged that's full of cat things. There are treats, toys, a collar with a bell, and lots of catnip, but Dabi rejects most of it, knowing he has a lot of work to do today despite what he got done the night before. Snowball's antennae droop and they watch him from the bed as he works through the morning and well into the afternoon. 

And it is miserable. Not being able to be at any of the meetings in person, or even call in lest the others find out exactly why he isn't present, means that he is working on paperwork and logistics, and that means he has to read through corporate reports like he's... not someone who died at twelve and stopped getting an education all the way back then. It means hours to struggle to understand things that normally get spoken about casually enough that he can follow along with the gist and not look like an idiot. He's beyond frustrated by three in the afternoon, and he keeps nicking himself on his claws because he's agitated enough they keep unsheathing even though he doesn't mean for them to. It's probably a good thing they told all of the others he was sick, at least that should mean any delay in his work gets chalked up to him probably being hopped up on medicine. 

Snowball doesn't know anything about their work, they don't really have an understanding of much outside of his and Duster's relationship, they just know that their work is important to them and they support it wholeheartedly. But they do still make him stop to have lunch and make sure he's drinking plenty of water and not just caffeine as the day goes on. And when five o'clock rolls around, they start to urge him to wrap up what he's doing so that he can wind down. Normally, they might run him a bath, but after this morning, Snowball instead puts away his laptop before he can protest, and then flutters over with the gift basket Tomura sent. The cat treats are actually for cat heteromorphs rather than actual animals, and that makes Dabi feel better about it when Snowball pulls him close and feeds him one. 

He never really liked liver growing up, but the dried chicken liver she gives him is good. So is the chicken jerky, and when they offer him a chew stick that is saturated in catnip he's beyond happy to have that between his sharp teeth too. The catnip tastes like mint, but a bit more herbal, and he's nearly drooling as soon as he takes the first little nibble. He loves the catnip and he whines when Snowball takes it away after a few minutes before he's even halfway through the treat. 

"But--" 

"Tomura said to wait and see how you feel after having a little. Too much could upset your tummy, little one." He thought there was a note with the gift basket earlier, and he regrets not stealing it before the moth could read it. 

Dabi tries to reach for it back anyway, "Tomura's not here." 

They hold it out of his reach and drop a kiss against his nose. "How about Mommy takes you to bed and spoils you until dinner if you can be a good, patient kitty? I know today was so long for you, little one." They lean in and flick their antennae over his cat ears again and Dabi can't help it when he immediately starts to purr. 

He gives up on the catnip, knowing that Snowball will give it back if he's on his best behavior, and leaning in to rub his cheek against hers instead. It's not something he's ever done before, but it feels good, right, as he puts his scent on her skin. "Okay Mommy," this had been so embarrassing at first too, just like calling Tomura 'Daddy', but he hadn't had too much time to linger on it. Not when Snowball was so bound and determined to make sure he was feeling good when Tomura couldn't. 

And having Snowball have this kind of body means that he gets to do things that he can't with Duster. Snowball doesn't have any qualms about pegging him, eating him out, sucking his cock, whatever, but having tits and a cunt means that their body offers him things that he would have been happy to give up forever to stay with Tomura, he just doesn't have to now. They chitter at him, an insectoid sound that he's growing used to as they pull him over to the bed, getting him stripped out of his clothes before they lay on their back, their wings spread wide. Snowball barely wears clothes unless asked, and they easily use one set of hands to slip their panties over their legs as the other set of arms reach for him. They pull him into their embrace and start to give him kisses. 

Their touches always start so soft, and one hand goes back into his hair to stroke and scratch around the base of his ears, another running down his back to play with the place his tail connects with his spine. That takes Dabi's breath away. He hadn't really gotten a chance to play with any of the new parts of his body before Tomura had to leave, and the extra pressure there going along his spine makes him tremble and shiver, a purr starting in his chest and making Mommy smile sweetly at him. 

She runs her hands along his seams and fur, creeping his temperature higher because she knows all of the places on his body that make him get warmer. And even though he's laying over her, he feels so small and soft, completely enveloped in her. He never had a femdom before, absolutely never had a dom who wasn't a sadist-- Tomura, for all he takes care of him, does enjoy making him suffer a bit first-- but Snowball only cares about making sure he feels good. And she knows he never feels better than when he knows he's being good and knows that he doesn't have to make any decisions at all. That he can just float and not have to worry about being perfect, taking care of himself, or be scared that he'll make the wrong choice. 

"You're such a pretty kitten, sweetheart." Snowball purrs, a hand stroking along his tail dances sharp nails lightly over his stomach, making him twitch with how ticklish that feels, before their fingers are trailing along his hardening cock. He moans weakly, rubbing himself against their hand and up between their thighs. But he doesn't try to grind against their pussy yet. Mommy hasn't given him permission for that, just letting himself get close as his cock hardens the rest of the way. "That's it, little one. You're being such a good boy remembering the rules." They stroke their hand through his fringe, pushing it back enough to press plush lips against his forehead. "I think my little one has earned a treat, especially after all his hard work." 

Dabi whimpers as his cock twitches and he inches it just a bit higher, just enough he can feel the softness of her folds and the heat at her center. "Thank you, Mommy." 

They tug at his tail lightly and he lets out a little yowl as that puts a harder pressure that he knows could turn to very sharp pain if they did it any more roughly under his skin. But he understands that isn't the treat he's going to get right now, and stops, waiting patiently for what he is going to be given instead. Snowball strokes his hair and scratches behind his ears until all he knows is that perfect, soothing touch as it saturates his body with a slow, heavy heat that has him vibrating with how deep and loudly he's purring. He's so deeply distracted by how good that feels he is confused when his head is guided lower. 

He blinks blearily up at Snowball and gets another of those slow, sweet smiles before she coaxes him to one of her breasts. He purrs even louder, nuzzling at her skin, distantly confused for a second because they seem... bigger than when he did this before. Maybe they are. Maybe they gave themself some extra dimension when they took shape this morning and he hadn't noticed then because he'd been half asleep. He doesn't really care as he presses his own kisses along the swell of them, his purrs going louder when Mommy trembles slightly beneath him and he feels wetness starting to gather between their legs and smear against his cock where their plush thighs are holding him tight and warm. 

He licks at their nipple, running his stud around the areola and flicking at the center until it's beaded and hard, not expecting how loudly Snowball moans as he does it. Mommy always makes more sounds in bed for him than Daddy does, but normally he still has to earn those noises. Are their tits more sensitive today too? Or does his tongue actually have a different texture from being so cat-like? He hadn't been able to tell himself, but he thinks cat tongues are rougher. Maybe his tongue feels like sandpaper against their sensitive skin. He is about to pull away to ask if something hurts-- Snowball is horrible about establishing any kind of boundary because he's their 'purpose'-- but their hand threads through the hair at the nape of his neck and pulls him in closer. He flicks his tongue over them lightly again and then gives a soft, tentative suck. 

And his mouth floods with sweet, warm fluid that startles him, immediately making him want to pull away. The hand on the back of his neck holds him still as his mind cycles through his shock and he realizes that his mouth is full of milk. His eyes flick up to hers and Snowball smiles at him sweetly and strokes his hair. 

"Daddy thought his kitten would like to have some cream while he was gone." She purrs. 

For a long second Dabi considers tapping out, pulling away, spitting out the liquid in his mouth. There's a squirming, shaky something in him that tells him that he should do any-- or maybe all-- of those things. He's not an infant, and he's not a cat. He's a grown ass man and he doesn't think that he should have ever tasted breast milk as an adult. But that's the same kind of knee-jerk reaction that had made him want to reject Tomura and Snowball in the first place. He didn't want to like the things he liked at first, they were too humiliating, too 'deviant', even for someone like him. And he'd been wrong about those thoughts that had kept him from letting himself find pleasure in his life for so long. 

Dabi swallows the milk in his mouth and then licks around Snowball's nipple again, tasting the little droplets of fluid clinging to their skin. And then he gives another hesitant little suck. Their wings flutter, their eyelashes too, as they let out a soft purr and stroke the fur of his ears. "That's it little one, you're being such a good boy for Mommy." 

And whatever hesitation he had before leaks out of his ears along with what's left of his brain. He moans, sending the vibrations of it through their skin, and starts to suck properly. Each time he does the other's tit spills more sweet milk into his mouth. It's thinner than milk he's had before and it's almost compulsive for him to keep sucking and swallowing it away as he closes his eyes and lets himself get lost in the taste and feel of Snowball's hands stroking his hair and fur. 

It doesn't take long for him to be so lost in it that when Mommy tugs on his hair a bit, making him pull away, he's panting, and whining, not wanting to stop. But she doesn't make him, just shifts him to the other side so that he can give her other full breast the same treatment. And that shift of their bodies reminds him of how hard he is, still nestled between her soft thighs, slicker now with his pre and her fluids as they mingle on her skin. He rubs his cock between her legs again and she shivers before she has him latched back onto her other nipple. Dabi can't help moaning again as he gets a fresh mouthful of fluid and gush of her slick over his cock. 

"That's it little one," They purr, coaxing his hips into movement between their legs. They have him rubbing and rutting, trying his best to get more and feel good as quickly as possible. Broken rumbly purrs start to come out of his chest, his body feeling floaty and needy as he sucks at their skin, as their hands find all of the sensitive spots on his body, stroking along his tail to put pleasure along his spine the same as he's feeling at his root. It's all so good and sharply overwhelming as he laps up the milk spilling into his mouth. Little moans and whimpers are muffled against their skin as he moves faster and harder, again and again, trying to angle his hips higher. 

Mommy is so mean to him when she waits until he's so desperate he's giving feline whines before she spreads her legs open enough for him to start to press his cock inside of her body. And that sensation, her muscles clenching around him as she brings one hand to the breast he's sucking on, squeezing in time with that movement between her legs and his suckling, sends a heavier stream of milk into his mouth, and Dabi, humiliatingly, can't hold on. He moans, trying to swallow the milk, trying to fight it, but he can't as his cock twitches and pulses his seed inside of her body. His orgasm makes him light-headed and he finds himself panting, just licking up the milk on Snowball's skin instead of really sucking to get more. His whole body is humming and he doesn't know how to get his floaty head back to making some kind of sense as Mommy shifts so his cock is out of her warmth again. 

He mewls, his ears tacking back against his head as they reach down to his sticky, softening cock as they stroke him anyway. "Oh, kitten, you made so much cream too." They coo, "You liked Mommy's so much, why don't you drink up yours too?" They bring their cum stained fingers to his lips and he opens his mouth hazily for them. He can barely manage to keep a single coherent thought in his mind and he doesn't care if it's gross or dirty. He'll eat anything Mommy tells him to. 

He licks at their skin, threading his tongue all the way between their fingers and sucking. His cum is so much saltier and bitter than Mommy's milk and he would rather have that on his tongue again, but he wants to be a good boy, especially as Mommy keeps playing with his soft cock and stroking his balls in their other hands. He's still so sensitive from his orgasm that every little touch is a horrible, confusing mix of pleasure-pain that has his breath hitching. But when he can't find any more of his cum on Snowball's fingers, he pulls away slightly mewling, 

"Mommy--" 

"What is it, sweetheart?" 

He tries to twitch his hips away, "Hurts, Mommy." 

"Oh, kitten," And their hand loosens, but the stroking doesn't stop, "I know baby, but don't you want to put your cute cock inside again? You need to be hard for that, little one." She says like he's helpless and young, and needs to be told slowly how things like this are supposed to work. Dabi whines like he's helpless too. It's so easy to let himself be small and warm with Tomura and Snowball. They both take over easily and make all of his decisions for him, and he's allowed to just listen for once. All he has to do is whatever they ask and he knows they won't ever ask him to do something that he can't deliver. They make him perfect when they're in bed together. "Is it too much right now, sweetheart?" 

He nods weakly, nuzzling into their ruff with a little meow. He can't quite find his words, can't make sense of what he needs, just that he needs something and that Mommy will give it to him. 

"Okay, little one." Their hands leave his cock and balls and stroke gently over his sides instead as their antennae kiss his hair, ears, and forehead. "Why don't you clean up the rest of your cream, and when you're all done, Mommy will give you more of hers?" 

Dabi can't help purring loudly at the prospect, wanting to lick and suck at their tits again to get more of it now, but he knows what he needs to do to be perfect for Mommy now, and he pauses as he lifts his face out of their soft fur. Mommy's eyes are dark and strange, but they adore him as he peeks up at them. Two hands move away from other places along his body so that they can cup his cheeks in them, stroking over his staples gently, before they pull him into a kiss. It's beyond soft at first. Just the connection of their lips as sweet as possible, the pressure barely there, and that gentleness makes Dabi feel like he's going to fall apart into a million pieces. No one has ever been gentle with him in his life, and the gesture always makes him feel like he's going to turn into ash from how incandescent any small show of it makes him feel now. And when it deepens, when Snowball licks into his mouth, it makes him feel claimed. 

He's beyond drunk on everything happening when she pulls away, gives the tip of his nose another peck, and then starts to coax him lower. He licks up the little dribbles of milk that leaked out from the seal of his lips while he had been so deep in his pleasure he hadn't been able to keep quiet, and Mommy laughs when his ears flick and tickle her along her ribs and stomach as he moves down between her legs. He can't stop himself from purring as he moves to her cunt. Always pretty, flushed pink, folds plump and shiny with slick, and today, with his cum dribbling out from her hole. He purrs and purrs as he leans in to start to lick along her lips, making his way slowly to her center. 

Snowball's hand goes back to his hair, teasing his ears and making him purr louder with their mixed fluids behind his teeth. His purring puts vibrations against their skin and makes them gasp softly, rolling their hips into his face and smearing his chin with slick and cum. He wants that again, wants Mommy to use his body to feel good, wants them to show him that he's doing well for them. He starts to lick and suck gently, moving from their dripping hole up to their clit. The little bundle of nerves is flushed and swollen from how good Mommy is already feeling and he gives a few long, broad licks against the bud to give them as much sensation as he can. He wants to use his hands too, wants to keep rubbing there to make more of the soft, heavy breaths that Snowball is making, keep spilling out of them as he licks up the mess he made before. But he's so hazy and aroused that he can't make his new claws go away. 

Dabi struggles, knowing what he needs to do to make it good for them, but not able to give the repeated motions he needs to against their clit and inside of their hole at the same time without his hands. He doesn't trust himself to not accidentally prick their skin with the razor-like claws, but after a moment, he curls his tail around his waist as his mouth goes back to their entrance, licking up the wetness there that eagerly coats his tongue. His soft tail rubs against their clit, and Dabi purrs as he finds he is able to control the appendage enough to give the same solid strokes as he would be able to manage with his fingers, curling his claws into his palms so that he can press his knuckles against the inside of their thighs. He holds them open as he starts to move his mouth and tongue against their body. He's as hungry for this, hungry for--

Mommy lets out a soft, happy sigh as she strokes his hair. "That's it, little prince, you're doing such a good job making Mommy feel good." He purrs so happily as he keeps doing it, eating up his cum until all he can taste is her slick as he presses his tongue inside and feels her warm, wet walls squeezing gently around his tongue like her body is kissing him again. His cock stings, still too sensitive, but filling again anyway because feeling her gush against him, seeing the way her chest moves as she takes shakier breaths, and how her fingers tighten in his hair to keep him in place as she begins to roll her hips to fuck herself open on his tongue, is such a sharp pleasure that his body can't ignore it. 

A heavy fog blankets his mind as he licks and flicks his tail over them. Snowball sets the rhythm, they pull on his hair so that he takes his tongue out and moves it along them in broad stripes, stopping to pull his tail away to suckle at their clit and trace the tip of his tongue around it for a firmer pressure, before they bring his tongue back down to their entrance and let him fuck inside a few more times before they start the cycle again. Their breathing gets more labored, their hands on other parts of his body not really petting him anymore, but just holding on as their wings twitch against the bed and they pull their lower lip between their teeth. 

His jaw hurts a little when Mommy's hips start to push harder, one hand moving to push his tail aside so that they can use their fingers against their clit for a firmer pressure as they start to move a little more roughly against his mouth. But he doesn't protest, purring as they use him to creep towards their climax. He keeps doing exactly what he was before, knowing that constant rhythm will be what pushes them over. And soon, Mommy lets out a loud, pretty moan as more hot slick gushes into his mouth and over his chin. Dabi mewls, unable to stop himself from rubbing his cock against the sheets as his arousal burns so hot through his veins again. 

She shivers against the sheets, wings giving slow little flaps as she pets him more gently. Her breathing evens out as his grows more erratic, as he mewls and meows, looking up to see more milk dripping slowly out of her flushed, beaded nipples. Her eyes open again and she smiles down at him. 

"Okay, little prince, come here." She pulls him up, wiping his chin a bit as she laughs, before cupping around the back of his neck again. Her other hands go to his cock, his hips, and guide him to her entrance. She sinks him inside, wrapping her strong thighs around his hips to keep him in place at the same time as she lets him latch back onto her tit. He loves the way Mommy's cunt tastes, but the milk is so sweet that he starts to purr even louder as he sucks and sucks. 

His cock is squeezed and swallowed up by their warm insides, and he wants to move so badly, but he trembles as he holds himself still. He knows how to behave, and he knows he's not allowed to move unless he's given permission. Right now he just has to do his best to be good as he's spoiled just getting to be inside. Dabi has taken several deep pulls off of their skin before Mommy lets out an insect-like chitter and rolls their hips. He whines, eyes prickling with tears as he gets so desperate. 

"Shh, it's alright, little one, you can move now." 

The first thrust is desperate, a little too hard, a little too fast, and Mommy coos at him. They catch his hips and make him go at the pace they want, ensuring that he doesn't take too much too quickly, and making him slow down as he licks at their chest too. They bring him into a slow, steady pace that makes his body feel like it's getting hotter and hotter. It feels so good to be surrounded by their tight, wet warmth, the muscles inside so soft and squeezing every sensitive part of him. He doesn't know how his piercings must feel against their skin, but he knows that the way they're sucked at with each rolling thrust, puts stars sparking behind his eyes. 

He feels drunk as he fucks into Mommy's soft cunt and sucks at the milk leaking out of her chest. It's dizzying to have the animal instinct, so much sharper now that he is a cat, butting up against his subspace and Dabi may be drowning. He whimpers and moans as Mommy reaches one hand off of the side of the bed, but he can't make sense of what she's doing until his ear twitches as he hears a bottle cap pop open. He dribbles milk out of his mouth as he moans loudly against her skin as cool, wet fingers reach back to his hole and start to stroke around his rim. Having that sensation along with everything else that is happening to his body makes him weak and pushes him closer to the edge. But the slow pace that Mommy keeps him at stops him from going over.

They circle his rim a few times, even teasing down his taint so that they can massage his balls too for a moment as he desperately tries to stay at the pace they want him at. He wants to cum, but he's not allowed to yet and it's making him ache for it. He mewls loudly when Snowball presses a finger inside, stroking his insides the way he's stroking theirs and making his legs tremble as he edges even closer. He can't help it when he moves a little harder as their finger is swiftly replaced by a little curved plug that is just a bit wider and made to press up against his prostate. Dabi pulls off of their breast, licking up all of the mess he made as he moans against their skin. 

"Wanna cum, Mommy." It's all instinct as he starts to rub his cheeks against their skin, desperate to have them smell as much like him as possible as he finally gives in and lets his hands uncurl, and finds a place against the sheets for him to begin to knead at a little roughly, his claws pricking at the fabric and adding that rhythmic sound to the symphony of purrs and other movements between their bodies. "Please, please, can I cum?" He begs, but the words give way to animal mewls and yowls as he feels the plug move inside of him again. 

"Of course you can, baby. Mommy's sweet little kitten. Do you want to go faster, baby?" 

He nods weakly and Mommy adjusts the pace, somehow getting even tighter around his cock as she lets him thrust into her body and back against the plug. His tail tilts up and curls and straightens as his balls start to get tighter and tighter. It's two of her hands going to them that is the final sensation that pushes him over the edge, and the moan he lets out as he cums deep inside, is more animal than human. He's shaking and absolutely planning to cuddle up into her ruff for as long as he's allowed, when Mommy pulls him out of her cunt far sooner than she usually does, usually letting him stay inside until he's too soft to stay put. 

Dabi mewls in confusion as he realizes that Mommy's hands were on his balls because they were putting on his cock ring, pulling him out so they can put it around his base as well and making it ache as it traps his cooling blood inside. Snowball fucks into him with the plug as Dabi squirms and yowls, the pressure against his prostate going from pleasurable to sharp in an instant. But his body knows sharp and it knows the toys and no matter how the rest of his nerves scream that this is too much, too soon, his cock stays as hard as it was before he came and he whimpers, eyes prickling with tears as he goes so sensitive. 

"M-Mommy--" 

"I know, little one." She purrs, before she's using her many limbs to shift him. Dabi finds himself on his back, their wings flaring out behind them, as Snowball straddles his hips, dripping a mix of their fluids along his skin before they sink back down onto his stinging cock. The heat and pressure there again after having been forced to stay hard makes him keen. "But one more time," She leans down over him, catching the breast he hadn't been drinking from before and pressing her nipple between his lips. He tries to behave and sucks at the milk dribbling into his mouth, something soothing in the action even as his body is so tight and oversensitive as his cock is squeezed at. "And then we'll both be all out of milk, won't we, little prince?" 

He isn't really given an opportunity to say anything. Mommy starts to rock their hips, making his entire body go tight with the too much rioting under his skin. They set the pace again, a little harder than before, with the movement on top of him keeping his cock deep and swallowed again and again with that over-sweet friction that has tears slipping down his cheeks. And it presses their tit harder to his lips, making more milk spill inside with each desperate, needy suck. He can't tell what he needs, what he wants anymore. He just knows that everything is so much. And Mommy will decide. Mommy will make sure he knows he's being good, will show him how he needs to act. 

He clings desperately to one set of arms as she plays with his plug and another hand strokes his tail, touching him, fucking him, feeding him, until the world is nothing beyond the ways he's being completely enveloped in their body. Dabi is gone as his whole body creeps hotter and hotter. 

It takes an eternity for him to get past the sharp oversensitivity and get to something that feels good. To be moaning, not just sobbing as Mommy bounces on his cock and he sucks on their tit. He feels his quirk going hotter, can smell smoke mingling with the smell of their sex, and knows that no matter what, he's only going to be able to hold out for a little longer. Mommy knows it too, pressing their lips to his forehead, blocking out his world to just their skin and fur, as they reach to undo the clasp of his cock ring. And then they start to move their hips much, much harder and faster. Taking his cock the way that Daddy likes to give him his and Dabi can only mewl and keen a few more times before he's accidentally scratching along Mommy's arms. They let out a loud moan as they use his cock to fill them, pushing in hard and angling their hips so that he can feel that spongier texture of their g-spot against his cock, and the hot gush of their fluids soaking him again sends Dabi over the edge too. 

He feels drenched and drained, his cock, his cheeks covered in his bloody tears, his chin and lips a mottled mix of saliva, slick, and milk, and Mommy just chitters and purrs at him as they pull away from his mouth so that they can run their antennae along his ears and gathers him close. They've barely cleaned up the mess from his mouth as they get them both onto their sides so they can wrap their wings around him and pull his cheek into their ruff before Dabi is letting out a broken, uneven purr. 

He doesn't hear if she joins in with the sound, he's gone the second he nuzzles in deeper. 

///

Snowball makes him stay in bed all night, even once he takes a nap after being worked over so thoroughly. 

"You need to stay close, little one, otherwise I may make a mess all over the sheets." She purrs, one hand going to her breasts again and giving a nipple a tug and squeeze. Dabi feels like he's out of his mind as he immediately mews and leans back in to lick away the little trickle of milk that drips out. She keeps him in bed and uses a clean damp cloth to clean up his skin so he doesn't have to fight the cat brain and go shower instead of feeling so soft and floaty. She has food sent to their room too, and she does make him eat something real eventually, before she cuddles up close with him. He purrs and purrs, kneading against her stomach with his fingers curled in so he doesn't cut her. 

And when he feels overwhelmed and stressed the next day as he tries to get through his work, Snowball pulls him into bed again and overwhelms his body with softness until he's forced to let go again. 

///

Dabi feels like a spoiled house cat by the end of the week, especially when, that morning, Snowball has hidden his laptop and phone. They don't budge on giving them back, just settling him down and brushing his hair. They get him into one of the frilliest sets of lingerie that he owns, and put on little frilly cuffs with bells on his wrists, and a ruff of his own made out of lace with a big gold bell around his neck. And then they sit down and make him put his head in their lap as they brush his hair and the fur along his ears and tail. For as much as he knows he should protest and get back to work, he can't bring himself to do it, instead purring and purring as he's allowed to just be soft and comfortable for a little while. 

Dabi is half asleep when he hears the door handle click, and his ear twitches. The fur on his tail bristles slightly. No one comes to their door, no one tries to open it unless-- Tomura opens the door and starts to step inside, and Dabi is off of the bed like a shot. He's meowing, not even having room for words or to be embarrassed about how unabashedly excited he is to see his lover again, and immediately throws himself into his chest. Dabi starts to purr so loudly as he rubs his cheek and neck all over Duster's skin. 

"Oh, kitten, did you miss me that much?" 

Dabi tries to find room for words, but he can't. He just keeps rubbing his scent into Tomura's skin, trying to take away the smell of other that is clinging to him from his trip. Tomura catches him around the back of his neck and after a week of Mommy doing that to feed their tit between his lips, Dabi's mouth falls open with a mewl. 

Tomura chuckles like he knows exactly why he did that, and instead presses a kiss to the staple cutting through the very edge of his lips. "I'll give you something to suck on, precious, you just have to let me get in the door." He teases. Dabi mewls, his body warming at the suggestion of getting to have his cock stretching his jaw after a whole week without it. 

When they do make it back over to the bed, Snowball is nothing but a cute stuffed animal again, and Daddy is more than happy to take over giving his kitten some cream. 

[sunoorintarou]

Catharsis: Houseki no Kuni x JJK

Part: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 (parts not in chronological order)

Christmas Special: 1 2 (plot divergent)

Gojo Satoru (platonic) x Phosphophyllite!Reader

Warnings: ooc Gojo, complex emotions, reader goes from happy to depressed to a monster, very angsty, there's an oc named Yuzuru Yukio who takes the place of Antarcticite because I couldn't bear to kill off anyone, death and depression, suicidal thoughts, gore

Notes: I haven't posted in a while and recently watched Houseki No Kuni and fell in love with Phos, so I decided to write a lil smth. This isn't very detailed and is more of a drabble than anything. I also really wanted to highlight Gojo's weaknesses and the inability to stop change in this, so he's very ooc, but yeah, hope y'all enjoy <3

They say history repeats itself, and once again, Gojo Satoru found himself unable to protect what really mattered to him. He was not the strongest. And never would be if he could never protect those closest to him.

It was like clockwork. He remembered when he first met you. You were a girl with a cursed technique never seen before. You had the ability to turn curses into gemstones. You could also absorb them (the beginnings of those together at the end are always similar), but not only that, your body was a storage unit for them, crystallising them and making them part of you, existing as precious gems that sprouted on and under your skin.

You were a precious commodity. Even though you had only molded with a singular curse, the one that had killed your parents. You had absorbed it into you on accident, materialising as the teal in your crystalline eyes and hair.

You were then taken to Jujutsu Tech. You had nowhere else to go. And now that you had absorbed your first curse, you became a beacon for others, your very existence attracting them.

It was fate when you were assigned to Gojo's team. The higher - ups choosing him on the basis that he had "experience" with cursed techniques similar to yours.

Gojo watched you from the beginning. Your bright eyes and clumsy personality something he hadn't seen in a while. You struggled in battle, tripping over your feet and freezing up. You weren't good at healing. You weren't good at admin. Any task you were assigned, you managed to royally mess up. You couldn't even use your cursed technique. You were borderline useless, good for only cheering up the team.

It had gotten to the point where you wouldn't even go on missions, sitting in your room and wondering what you had to do to become better. Gojo never let you be alone. He had learnt better.

Things took a turn for the worse during your first encounter with a cursed spirit that had eaten one of Sukuna's fingers. It was smart, and they figured it had been following you on your daily path from the school to the convenience store nearby. Waiting for the perfect chance to attack you.

Gojo blamed himself. He had been sent on a mission. By the time he arrived, everyone was in a panic, his team having long left to look for you after realising you were missing. By then, it was already too late.

When they found you, the curse had already shattered your legs. A scene no child deserved to see. An event no child deserved to experience. You were in a puddle of blood against the wall of an alley. Your legs had clean broken off, revealing teal crystal in place of bones and muscle, tinted purple from mixing with your blood. It was like breaking open a geode. Nothing flesh lied under your skin, only crystal. It was almost beautiful.

The curse was feasting on the shards of your legs, and by the time Gojo arrived with the group, he could only watch as you finally gained the strength to activate your cursed technique. You touched the curse, watching as its flesh crystallised into agate and quartz.

You then caught sight of your team and your teacher, a broken smile on your face.

"S- Sensei- look, I did it." You tilted your head. Gojo walked toward you wordlessly, his strong hand never so gentle, finding your head as he ruffled your hair.

"You did. I'm proud of you." Gojo's hands found your waist, picking you up as you went limp over his shoulder.

When you were brought back to Shouko, there was little she could do. They brought the crystallised curse with, now just a chunk of agate and quartz. To save your legs, they had to crack it open, having to use the pieces of your legs that were now mixed in with the agate and attach them to your body, hoping your body wouldn't reject them.

You slept for a long time. 3 weeks, to be exact. And when you finally woke up, Gojo couldn't help but begin to despise himself for not being able to protect you.

Where Gojo saw regret, you saw your legs as a positive, however. They were faster and stronger than your previous legs, allowing you to use them in combat, quickly excelling. You were beyond excited when you were deemed strong enough to go on patrol, and Gojo guided you the best he could.

He assigned a 3rd year, a strict, by the books, yet equally as lonely boy named Yuzuru Yukio. And he watched you. He watched as Yukio guided you, teaching you everything he knew. And as the days passed, he felt as if you were going to be OK.

Things were looking up for you. Everyone was praising your newfound talent in an attempt to cheer you up, but what Gojo hadn't realised was that the seed of doubt had already been planted far before he could stop it.

It had started in a casual conversation with Maki while she was attempting to help you train. You had explained your situation to her, eagerly listening to her advice, but one thing stuck. "Change." You knew she hadn't meant it the way you had taken it. She simply meant that you should change your thoughts and strengthen your resolve. But the words played on your long-held insecurities, and you began to feel like you yourself were the problem.

This feeling only increased when everyone complimented how strong your new legs were. Not cracking as easily as your old ones, much faster and more agile. And you only sunk deeper when you had dropped a crate of training swords, and Panda had jokingly claimed that it would be nice if your arms were as good as your legs.

Not even Gojo could sense the darkness that grew in your heart. The nights you spent despising your reflection, wondering if it would be better if every single part of you was replaced.

These insecurities manifested when you encountered a curse on patrol with Yukio. You watched as Yukio fought the gooey green mass of eyeballs, staying back as you still weren't all that skilled. In a moment of hesitance, Yukio had been caught off guard and was flung into a building, leaving you alone with the curse.

"I can eat them for you." The curse smiled, feeding off your insecurities.

"Your arms are so weak. Wouldn't you want a better pair?" The voice was deep and comforting, almost caring, almost worried. You found yourself reaching out to the curse.

When you found clarity not even a second later, it was too late. Your arms were gone.

It was repetition. The way you were rushed to Shouko, Yukio holding your limp form against him, the curse long gone.

This time wasn't as simple. They had nothing to replace it with and, no choice but to send you out to find a curse you could crstalise and use as a prosthetic.

Maki and Toge went with you and Yukio. Gojo once again being barrelled with missions.

What should have been a simple search for a weak curse turned sour. The curse they had found had turned into gold when you touched it.

The alloy was heavy, weighing you down and liquidising, trapping you in a prison of gold. Toge and Maki were forced to retreat by Yukio, forced to contact Gojo as you were being drowned in an ocean of gold.

Yukio tried to break through the prison the gold had formed. A large gold block with a few holes for air. He swore he would get you out, and as his focus remained on you, he failed to notice the curse behind him.

His guts were ripped clean out, body hitting the floor before either of you could react.

And you couldn't do anything. The gold refused to listen to you as you tried to do something, anything, to get revenge, to see if there was anything you could possibly do to somehow change the situation. But it was all in vein.

When Gojo found you, you were covered in blood, on your knees, Yukio's limp body in your arms as you cried. There were pieces of various precious gems and minerals everywhere. He rushed to you, dropping to his knees in front of you.

"Sensei- I- I wasn't strong enough- to- to protect me- he-" In place of tears, ichor ran down your cheeks.

It was then that Gojo watched the beginning of your downfall. You spiraled, cutting your hair, the light in your eyes dying as you committed yourself to fighting curses nonstop. Gojo watched you break yourself apart, skin cracking into pieces only to be filled with gold and repaired again and again.

Nothing anyone said could stop you, not even when your team returned from their mission and were met with you, the new you. You just weren't the same. No longer as happy and joyous, becoming more awkward, quieter. You rarely slept. Sleeping only when Shouko drugged you enough to keep you asleep.

You bathed yourself in the blood of curses, an act of revenge, and strength enabling you to speak to Yukio with a clean heart. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw Yukio dying. Over and over again. It was excruciating. It suffocated you.

The life draining out of your bodies and eyes, but no matter what you did, you just wouldn't die.

Gojo stayed by your side as much as he could during those times. Avoiding missions and watching over you. The only time you were ever out of his site was when you went to the bathroom, and when you visited Yukio's grave.

No one left you alone. But perhaps that worked out for the worse. The comforting words only reminded you of your weakness.

It was like Deja Vu. When the light finally returned to your eyes, it was too late.

"Hey, Sensei." You greeted from across the road as if nothing ever happened. There was a barrier no one could cross between you. It was in the early morning, the bustle of the traffic and people almost sickening to Gojo.

"Y/n. What is this?" Gojo asked, at a loss for words. He had let you out of his site for 10 minutes, letting you sit at Yukio's grave in peace, and when he returned, you were gone. That was days ago. Yet by some miracle, he had caught sight of you in the crowd in passing.

"I want to thank you. For everything. You always said I'd find a purpose, something only I could do, and I think I found it. I'm sad things didn't work out with you guys at Jujutsu Tech, though. Tell everyone that I'm sorry, OK?" You said, thoughtfully, eyes widening as another thought came to mind.

"Ah, another thing, 'Sorry for stealing your student Satoru, I just don't think she's cut out to follow the path you're on', something like that, he said to tell you."

At those words, Gojo Satoru was 17 again, watching his best friend leave, unable to do anything about it.

"Y/n!" He screamed as you turned around, ready to rush after you, but the voices of his other students behind him stopped him.

"Bye, bye. See you in Shibuya." You smiled. One last time before you disappeared into the crowd.

History always repeated itself in the cruelest ways. And once again, it was proved to Gojo Satoru that he could never be the strongest.