#and give u a swirlie

[yoondepity]

those twirly swirly fight sequences in cdramas? exceptional stuff ngl

[ardentpoop]

sam voice you can hit hate me all you want it won’t change anything (my posting style)

[hopefuture]

If any of you get a spare Marvel Rivals beta key

Keep me in your thoughts <3

[riaki]

ur highschool bully gojo was chefs kiss 💋 what do u think about them going to the same college and taking the same classes?? and the reader sitting next/talking to some other guy and satoru gets jealous?? arwahhhshdhshshs so many possibilities, i hope u continue writing it!!

hi nonnie !! thank you so much :) this is ur official part 2 ! i was struggling to think up some possibilities but this helped a lot :oo | read part 1 here ! -> cw: swearing, jealousy, i let it get fic length oops

(former) highschoolbully!gojo on the brain again… like. when you end up seeing him again however many months later, and you can tell that he’s changed. it’s not like its immediately obvious to anyone who doesn’t really know him like you (used to); but he’s a little softer-spoken and his smiles seem nine times more genuine. it’s not a hundred percent; the kind that really lights up his face instead of just barely falling short of his stark blue eyes, but it's something.

of course, you have nothing to base it off of, because when you do inevitably see him again it's the very definition of meet ugly.

college is a new frontier, but its also a clean slate. its your first time going into something so new without your old bestfriend at your side, but some faint flickering thought reminds you that it might be better that way. but the universe is against you from the very first day, when youre gettin yourself some coffee from the same chain you did the morning of that fateful presentation so many moons ago. you're too busy thinking to yourself what kind of strange parting ritual it is to relive your trauma to notice the lanky, white-haired boy who hits his head on the chiming bell over the doorway. people are giggling around you n sighing dreamily but youre too deep in the music pumping through your headphones to notice and your eyes are glued to the class schedule on your phone, trying to ensure you dont get lost on the first day when—

you blink and your ass is flat on the dirty floor of the coffee shop, and the first thing you register is that your stomach is soaked and burning. you'd spilled your coffee. it takes you a moment to realize, but when you do you're pissed. so you quickly get to your feet, trying to reign in what little of your ego you have left to give the offender who bumped into you a piece of your mind as you look up, then..

how unlucky do you have to be?

just like that, satoru's slid himself back into your life, after ramming through its locked gates. you forget that he always forgets the point of keys, both when it comes to his apartment (which you still have the spare key of in case of emergencies), and the door to your heart. to rub salt in the wound, the only thing that's stained with your coffee order are his shoes, which look like they cost three weeks of your old job salary, but it's all over your shirt. of course it is. because why not? make it look like you tripped and fell into a patch of mud on your way to the lecture hall and tack on an unwelcome reunion with your ex-bestfriend.

to you, it's like the cloud of gloom from your highschool youth has resettled over your head like a swarm of gnats on a dreary, hot summer day. the stars always seem to skew and misalign themselves for you. but for satoru, the stars have handed him one of those huge swirly lollipops that you only ever see being paraded about by toddlers. he recovers almost instantly, trading the burn on his feet and the way it sours your expression like he's just squirted pure citric acid into your throat for a pleasant burn of his own on his cheeks. but it's whatever. girls seem to like it when he blushes, for some reason. he won't question it, if it works on the only one he cares about.

he holds his hand out, ready to help you out like the good samaritan he's become— and it's like a real burn to his heart this time when you ignore it and stand up on your own, refusing to look up and meet his pleading gaze. might as well have taken an iron stoker right out of the fire and jabbed him with it. but he's gojo satoru! he won't be defeated by this one mere, maybe very significant reunion. he's got stamina.

so he offers to buy you a new drink, feels his heart sink when you shake your head (can't even spare a little 'no' in his direction), and talks enough for the both of you when you leave the dingy little store make your way down to campus and the lecture building. you clearly don't want to see him, but he ignores that in exchange to notice the way you shiver every so often. the previously searing-hot coffee that stains your shirt turns cold fast, and moisture n wind don't mix well. he wishes he could offer you some of his own warm coffee, no doubt sickeningly sweet, but he has some sensitivity now, apparently. so, in a brash moment, he decides to take his blazer off and drape it over your shoulders instead.

when you cross the threshold between city and campus, you expect him to yank it off your back and be on his merry way. but he keeps walking next to you, so you walk a little faster, and you absolutely loathe the cheeky little grin that curves the corners of his lips up to show a glint of teeth when he effortlessly keeps up. you curse his long legs when you find yourself winded, but at least you can lose him when you get there.

or, that's what you think. once again, your constellations break themselves to rebuild anew for satoru. you're about to call him a stalker when he follows you all the way to your classroom with that smirk that's growing exponentially until— oh, no.

your phone that's been on the schedule up until now desperately scrolls to the roster— and there it is. he's in your class. needless to say, not another word goes between you as you stomp in and take a seat. luckily for you, you've already corresponded with your roommate's brother (who's annoyingly cute, satoru notices) and agreed to sit next to each other. satoru takes the seat right above you and never stops kicking his freakishly long legs against the wood the entire time.

so yeah, it's obvious he's not a saint; he still has that undoable ego and he's cocky as fuck (as you have the misfortune of finding out when he quickly bullies your professor), but there's a certain familiarity in that no matter how ugly it might appear to others. and if you asked (which he really, really hopes you will someday), he doesn't hang around douchebags who use kids' foreheads for ashtrays and treat girls like they're candy from a glittery pez dispenser. and at least he's switched harassment targets. even though he has an overwhelming sense of superiority over others and never has his lips together for more than five seconds, and even though he has this hellish habit of clicking his pen whenever he's not talking (or when someone else is), it seems like he's changed.

and over time, you gradually find yourself warming up to him. the spunkiness that used to get on your nerves ceaselessly becomes an object of endearment, and you don't really mind the way he never seems to stop moving anymore. it's a nice sort of distraction in the lifeless still of the lecture hall, albeit the pen clicking still drives you near insanity. you notice he always does it obnoxiously and quickly when you're talking to your roommate's brother, but you ignore it.

and for satoru? he hates that he can kinda sorta really tell that you're the only one who can read him like he's a damn book, cus you slowly start to soften up in the nostalgia of his presence like cold playdough between warm fingers that tell you he may have finally caught you again after letting you slip the first time. and he notices it. this time, he's determined not to let you be the one that got away again. but youre really giving him a shit time outta it with the way you constantly entertain the guy who always has his breath in your face.

yeah, he's got a cute face that's sunkissed by freckles. yeah, his hair looks like he models for shampoo companies. and fuck, he has a nice voice. but what of it? satoru's the one with the mesmerizing blue irises and the cloudy white hair your professor wishes he had instead of sad little wisps of old age. still, as chilly days turn into frigid weeks, he gets the perfect backseat angle of the growing relationship between the two of you. the boy's kinda dumb so you copy off of satoru’s work when you need to (he has to hide the 1-0 scoreboard between him and the guy on a sticky note from you when you take his notes), but said guy’s always buying you stuff and lending you erasers and laughing when you flick the shavings at the annoying girl who never stops whispering in the front of the room.

satoru tries to act unbothered, and he almost convinces everyone. including himself. but the angry, burning knot in his chest that's entirely different from coffee stains suggests something more. that should be him at your side. him, making balls of paper with rude scribbles and silly doodles to throw at the people he knows you don't like. him, surprising you with little gifts and the cheap trinkets he knows you adore so much instead of all the luxury things he could afford. there's no way this punk could possibly measure up to him, right? but at least you and satoru are well on your way to becoming friends again. not as close as you used to be, but it's something. substantial. and he's learned to be patient in the time you've been gone.

but he'd be lying through his teeth if he said he wasn't tired of it. he’s endlessly plagued with thoughts of increasing intensity— first, it starts out with just you. only you. the way he likes it. the way he likes your face, and your pretty eyes and your gorgeous lips and your soft hair and your figure and the complimenting clothes you wear. but it takes a turn; thoughts turn into dreams that turn into fantasies and he's lying when he says he doesn't enjoy them when he accidentally lets it slip during a group study session— and it’s all fine— but then, that guy appears. the brat who seems to sit a centimeter closer to you with each coming day. not only does he haunt satoru in real life, he’s tormenting his dreams, too. tainting the image of beautiful you.

needless to say, satoru starts to wake up with his hands gripping his damp pillow like he's choking it, acutely aware of the sweat sliding down his neck and over his chest as he stares up at the ceiling, listening to the dorm's air conditioner run and thinking of what it'd be like for dreams (the ones where he replaces the boy) to become reality.

it's a buildup. and soon, he reaches the apex; it's like a rollercoaster, that stomach-twisting moment when you reach the top of the rail that points to the steep descent downward. but this time, he hopes it's a thrill he gets instead of the usual falling fright; the one he got when he realized he’d slipped between your fingers in highschool.

and satoru finally comes to a grinding halt at the top of the ride one breezy fall day when he decides he wants you back in his life after you smile brightly at him and wave goodbye for the day. he’s tired of you having one foot in and one foot out of his heart; he wants, needs more. he always has, he realizes.

so he’s thinking about you and how to approach the feelings he’s realized during those long lectures, and one morning he comes up with some semblance of a plan when he’s high on the sugar from the fruit tea you bought him that morning. and he hopes that, by the end of it, he'll leave your apartment with your hand in his currently empty one, chilled with the remnants of cold condensation from the bottle.

soon enough, satoru finds himself extinguishing his nerves and raising a tense fist to knock on the door with nothing but the clothes on his back and a flimsy plan to ask you out on a midterm study sesh and maybe even a date, but he stops when he realizes it’s slightly ajar. a brief thought of what look might be on your face when he surprises you crosses his mind, so he lets himself in quietly, because he knows every single floorboard that creaks like the back of his palm from his childhood. he’s hit with a wave of warmth and an achingly familiar scent that twists at his heart, and your apartment is cozy and safe and it screams you and he thinks he catches sight of his jacket slung across the back of the couch in your living room, but he’s not sure so he takes a step forward and—

he’s greeted with the sight of that stupid guy with the nice hair and the freckles, and it makes his heart drop. but even worse, he’s kissing you and his arms are winding around your waist but you’re kissing him back with a slight hesitation that’s blinded to satoru by his shock and the fingers he thought would end up in his own tonight card through the boy’s hair and your lips glisten with the strawberry-kiwi flavored gloss he watched the boy give you a few days back and his world is turning red and he feels like his throat is constricting and he can’t breathe—

and he doesn’t even realize you’ve parted lips and you’re calling his name through the newfound tightness of his chest and the painful ringing in his ears thats even louder than any silence of a lecture hall, or the void that should’ve been filled with your voice during the time you were apart. but now satoru realizes he’d take that any fucking chance to have that again because it’s so much better than what he’s stuck with now. having you, but not really having you, because you’re there but you’re someone else’s and you’re not his and he isn’t yours. the best thing he could ever hope for was for you to own an article of his clothing and a piece of his shattered heart, broken into a million fragments. some cruel voice in his buzzing head reminds him to change the scoreboard to 0-100.

and he could buy you cheap hot coffee or earn your smiles from scrunched up paper balls or even hear your laugh with crude jokes, but there’s no point when he realizes he can’t buy you with caffeine or earn you with hitting the back of people’s heads with his bio notes or have you and your laugh all to himself anymore.

it’s almost pathetic, the way satoru’s voice cracks and changes. the look of unadulterated concern on the face of the boy who stole your lips just adds fuel to the fire.

“gojo? what are you doing here— hey, are you okay? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

he noticed you’d stopped calling him satoru a few weeks back. he should’ve seen it coming.

“huh? oh, yeah. i’m good. i think you’re the one hallucinating.”

he’d never told a bigger lie in his life.

satoru had left after excusing himself for intruding. how very unlike him to be so polite, you think.

so in the end, he leaves your apartment with something in his hand, after all. but it's not your own— just his blazer that you’d given back to him before he stepped out the door, taunting him with the faint scent of coffee and lingering perfume. his hope was foolish, so it seems. it’s too bad, he thinks. if it were him, he would’ve sandwiched you against your counter while he kissed. but it wasn’t. apparently, it was your turn for your stars to align at the price of his.

and so, gojo satoru, the boy force-turned man with a chipped ego and a completely broken heart, loses you again.

bonus bonus.. part 2….

[astralnymphh]

have u ever thought bout cowboy!ellie 👉👈

remembered this ask exists sorry it took me so long i literally have so much on my plate. but like. whenever I think of cowboy!ellie, I think of a red dead redemption 2 crossover. okay, I've only played the online game so far but GOD I would do anything for her ♡

imagine giving her a lap dance at a saloon. like in one of those private rooms. all decked up in ur' cute leather boots and long chiffon skirt bunched up on her lap, cotton chemise tossed goddess knows where— tensing your thighs around the flex of hers, squeezing a darkened blotch upon the material of her pants, wriggling the uncomfortable–ness of pooling sleek betwixt your smushed folds. ellie, so undeniably enamored in the dance your hips give, coos in that swirly drawl that's got ur' insides wrenching out gushes upon gushes of arousal, "bless you baby, workin' those hips like ya' own my fuckin' lap. ohh, fuuck— leakin' already? wanna stand n' turn? show me how she look?" and the top of her hands are so dimpled pushing her grip harsher on your ass, fondling fingerprints in the pads of fat through thin layers of fabric, drawing her hand up to land a smack every now and then, going, "yeah?" when you kick a yelp from your panting pout, ughh and she'll chuckle dry with a slanted, open–mouthed smirk, watching you squirm and defile that thigh of hers with your bewitching mien. ♡

m' like tired rn so this is a bit lazy rn but someone remind me to write this more detailed or give me a scenario for later.

she's like full evolution farm!ellie

[lowkeyrobin]

Can I get some Morgie x reader where he's trying to get them to join the VK'S? Like trying his absolute best, but gets a little bit nervous.

yesyesyesyes thank you!!! ; thanks for requesting, hope u enjoy!! ; also sorry this is so short, writers block has been killing me recently :(

MORGIE LE FAY ; join us

summary ; morgie desperately tries to get you to join his (ulianas) vk group

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; reader is allergic to peanuts for the bit

word count ; 637

masterlist

"Hi!"

"...Hi"

Morgie smiles, a little bad with social cues. Uliana shoots him a look from across the room. "Uhm, you're Y/n, right?"

"Yep"

"Uh, would you like to join my- our group? I, we, think you're really cool!"

"I work better solo" you reply. "Thanks though."

You quickly look back down at your paper, scribbling some nonsense onto the page to make him go away. He cracks his knuckle, out of nervous impulse, and quickly scurries back across the room to Uliana.

"So?"

"No"

"Jesus, Morgie."

"I tried!" Morgie defends

"Try harder next time. We need them with us if we're gonna pull this plan off."

"I thought you thought they were cool?"

"They're known to be a backstabber." Uliana rolls her eyes. "One and done job."

"Oh, okay..."

Morgie was not backing down to ask you about joining his group. It wasn't because of Uliana's pressure or Hook's inability for patience, or Maleficent's insistence, or Hades' obnoxious droning. It was because he honestly thought you were the coolest person alive.

He was set on getting you to join them.

He'd made peanut butter cookies for you, trying to now bribe you with food.

He approaches you at lunch, a plastic Tupperware in his hands.

"Hi, I made you cookies. Maybe you could rethink joining me?" He awkwardly chuckles.

You look up at him, slightly confused and annoyed. "What kind?"

"Oh, uh, peanut butter"

You chuckle. "I have one weakness. Peanuts"

His eyes quickly widen. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I didn't realize, I didn't know-"

"It's fine." You giggle.

"Uhm, why are you sitting alone?"

"Told you. I work better alone"

"Oh, yeah"

Morgie, even after nearly poisoning you, was still not giving up. He didn't care about the weird, swirly feeling in his stomach or the ache in his heart when he thought of you. He wanted you. He needed you.

Over the course of the next week and a half, he'd been leaving little love letters in your locker. You liked them, feeling loved and appreciated, not having to be let down by reality. Anonymity was the great part about it. What wasn't so great was that you almost caught Morgie in the act after he'd left you another note.

Inside the safely sealed envelope rests a piece of paper, on it reading 'meet me outside by merlin's office at 3. hope to see you then ♡ -your secret admirer'

"Christ on a cracker..."

You couldn't make your mind up if you wanted to meet this person later or not. You didn't want to be let down by any internal, high expectations, but at the same time, curiosity nabbed at you desperately.

Once again, at your lunch table, you sit alone. Well, until that weird kid Morgie showed up again. He quickly sits down with you, ignoring your confused look.

"Hi" He awkwardly smiles.

"Hey," you reply nonchalantly, trying to hide the million thoughts wrapping around your brain.

"You busy this afternoon?" He asks.

"Uh, maybe" You shrug. "Why?"

"Just asking"

As the afternoon rolled around, you decided to just man up and go meet your secret admirer. Maybe you just had to think positive, maybe-

"Oh my God."

Morgie smiles and waves, standing under a large oak tree.

"Jesus Christ, are you the person who's been leaving notes in my locker?" You ask, standing a few feet away from him.

He shrugs and nods. "Yeah."

You blink twice, silent as you try to think.

"Look, I just really want you to join my group" He speaks, stepping forward. "You're really cool, and super smart and funny. Just please, please, please, think it over"

You sigh, knowing this boy won't take no for an answer. "Fine. I'll think about it"

"Yes! Thank you!"

"That's not a yes. Don't get your hopes up"

[willsimpforanyone]

can you do some trans male reader x connor smut please? i feel like connor would love he/him pussy

i'm gonna do a list rather than a whole fic bc i do wanna get through all my inbox SO nsfw under the cut

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of course he's respectful of your identity, he's a sweetie and he loves you so much

he gets a lil dizzy and swirly when he gets to say 'oh yeah this is my boyfriend :3'

'let me check with my boyfriend, oh my boyfriend would love that! my boyfriend is coming round later'

man is whipped

once you've established that eating you out/fucking you/fingering you doesn't trigger any kind of dysphoria??

head over heels. he gets a boyfriend and he gets to eat pussy. man's in heaven.

definition of pussy drunk

i feel like we've touched on this before

and it remains true

his favourite place is between his boyfriend's legs

i always see him as a golden retriever boi and somewhere i saw a post about them begging to fuck you

and i feel like?? yes??

arms coming to rest over your shoulders from behind so he can bury his face into your neck whether you're shorter or taller

and to anyone else it just looks like he's being sweet and affectionate and clingy

meanwhile you're the only one who can hear the utter filth he's whispering in your ear

"wanna go home, wanna make you feel so good, baby, miss your taste, wanna bury my face between your legs, thighs so tight around my head i can't even hear what sounds my gorgeous boy is making, please, baby, need you, need to fuck you, can i? please let me fuck you, i'll be so good, so good for you-"

d r u n k o n y o u

is utterly ecstatic if you give in and let him take you home, making some excuse about how one of you isn't feeling well, 'yeah my boyfriend doesn't feel great, i think i'm gonna take him home'

to spend as much time as possible making you lose your mind until he's had his fill of you

you are so correct connor loves he/him pussy

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i hope you enjoyed, thank you for the request!

[residentialsinyomakai]

Hello hello!!! Guess what. Yokai art dump below the cut!! So cool and shiny wow

Its true, I do >u<

I'll try and section these and give the usual explanations below! Image ID for more drawing specific inksplanation.

Click for full image! Since a lotta these are weirdly shaped they were cut off....augh...

McKraken and Maddiman related doodlesssss they're some of my faves <3 i will always love them even if they're not my focus characters atm (well. McKraken kinda is rn but also Babblong so YAY)

Misc. Yokai and ocs! The frog is Kerosque, the guy w the swirly pompadour thing is Swiss, and the monkey is Romono (although he's a Regretevator OC from FOREVER ago, he's still my son <33)

SWISS STUFF RAUGHHHH ! inconsistent style will be APPARENT here try not to notice shuhhhhhgh

Height for main yokai in my AU/on Casp's team! (In the anime it's just primary summons then wwwww)

Some yokai practice/design hcs bc my friend asked!! I was so happy to share 🤭 LOVE YOU CHERCHERRRR

Some of my little guys once more! Rawry' prob one of my faves yokai to draw, easy and fun to do show-accurate or stylized.

OCSSSSSS. AND BADDINYAN. MY EVIL CAT <3333 the guy next to the frog in the middle is an oc idea but idk for what yet =▽=

AUGH. THERES AN IMAGE LIMIT? Well in case you're wondering it's 30....post the rest after I get tomorrow's doodles. See you then and thank you for looking at and reading about my arts!

[eeveekitti]

🌻!!!!!!

YOU are getting the TABBY GENE RAMBLE!!!! part two of this ask pls read that one first bc im not re-explaining anything /silly

again take all of what u read with a grain of salt

tabby cats, everyone knows em, everyone loves em. if you don’t know em, they’re the stripy cats! every single cat with stripes of any kind falls under the tabby umbrella.

first, let’s talk tabby vs solid. genetically, every single cat is a tabby, so it takes a recessive gene to make them solid! if you wanna get even more specific, i thiiink i know the letters for the genes, so lemme give you some examples: AA is a tabby cat. Aa is a tabby cat carrying the solid gene [which is that little a]. aa is a solid cat. to get a solid cat, you need both parents to either be Aa or aa. the cat will not present solid until they have two recessive solid genes!

an exception to the solid gene: red cats. the agouti gene, which codes for tabby, works kinda strangely on red. i’m not really sure why, but no matter if a red cat is tabby or solid, it will ALWAYS look tabby. solid red cats can be called pseudo-tabbies because of this— presenting tabby when they’re not.

how do tabby and solid work in relation to torties? the same way dilution does! a cat cannot be half tabby half solid [again with the exception of rare chimeras], but they can look it sometimes because of pseudo-tabbies. a black/red tortie might have solid black and what looks to be tabby red, but if it were actually tabby, you’d see it on the black too.

fun fact: the true color of a tabby cat is in its stripes! i believe the agouti gene lightens some of the fur to make the tabby pattern, so black tabbies may appear gray or even brown!

as for stripe patterns, i haven’t read much on these [i have an article pulled up as we speak so i don’t give false info] but here’s what i got: every cat is, at base, a classic tabby [which is the swirly blotchy pattern]. a separate gene codes for mackerel tabby [the vertical stripes you usually associate tabbies with], which basically just erases the classic to get mackerel.

then, there’s spotted tabbies. spotted works in essence the same as mackerel, by erasing parts of the stripes to create a broken or spotted pattern. thus, this only works on mackerel, and not classic.

there are also ticked tabbies, but i can’t find much on them really??

i highly suggest reading through this site if you’re interested in cat genetics, it’s where i base a lot of my info :3

next ask will likely get fur length and colorpoint explanations since both are relatively short

[fyodior]

imagine accidentally coming across mama dazai and papa chuuya having sex, with dazai bent over getting absolutely pounded as he whimpers and cries, and you suddenly feel so hot all over seeing your beloved mama in this state, but you also can't help but ogle at the way papa's cock disappears inside of him over and over again. you hide while you watch them get it on as you touch yourself, trying to suppress your own noises, because they can't know that their baby is being a perverted peeping tom right now, they can't know that you're being really bad :( you cum right as they both cum together, and you're ready to move on but suddenly dazai starts giggling,

"chuuya, i think we've been neglecting our beloved baby a little too much~"

will you be spoiled rotten, or will it be a night full of punishment? either way, you're gonna leave with your legs shaking and your papa and mama doting on you <3

HELLOOOOOO OH MY GAWDDD THIS THIS THIS THANK U SOOOO MUCH WOW IM SWEATING OK WOW

going to paw at mama and papa’s door bc you had a bad dream but when you peak in you see papa hurting mama??? mama is grunting and moaning while papa is bumping into him but wait - is mama begging for more ?? and when you look a little closer … is papa’s privates going inside mama??? and why do you suddenly feel so … swirly down there ??

you can’t help but give in to touching between your legs even though you know its naughty but watching mama and papa play like this is making it ache down there and you need to relieve it …. you match the circles around your clit with papa’s thrusts and its all so much visually and tactically its barely any time at all before a tingly feeling washes over your whole body, and even tho mama and papa sensed a presence, the whimper you let out was a dead giveaway.

“chuuya, i think we’ve been neglecting our beloved baby a little too much” DO U WANT ME TO START SCREAMINGGGGGG GOODBYEEEEE

papa chuuya just shakes his head and chuckles as he pulls out before turning around to finally lay eyes on you peeping around the door where he knew you were all along (you swear both mama and papa have eyes in the back of their heads) and beckons you in.

“does baby wanna come join mama and papa?” he coos, and you just nod before nervously padding inside and climbing onto their big bed.

mama immediately pulls you into his arms to shower you with kisses, knowing just how to get you to loosen up. and of course you can’t help but giggle and squirm as papa just chuckles.

“did seeing mama and papa play like that make you feel tingly between your legs, baby?” mama dazai asks, and you just nod as your cheeks burn. “so so naughty,” he smirks. “we’ve got ourselves a naughty little baby here,” he says to papa chuuya who chuckles too before pulling you into his arms. there was never ever a lack of affection shown to you with these two.

“regardless of how naughty our baby might be, i think they need some help,” papa smirks, referring to the fact that your sticky panties are wet against his bare skin. “does baby want some help down there?” you whine and frown and cover your face in embarrassment, but still find yourself nodding.

in my eyes you are absolutely spoiled rotten that night because mama dazai and papa chuuya just adore you so much. papa chuuya spends what feels like hours with his face between your trembling thighs to “clean you up,” licking up the sticky mess you had made while using his tongue to toy with your puffy clit. and of course, of course mama and papa get to take turns putting their privates inside you as your eyes cross and drool dribbles out of your mouth because fuck this feels good.

the debacle ends with you smooshed between your beloved mama and papa as you all pass out, still covered in cum and sweat and other bodily fluids, because you’re all far too exhausted to get out of bed. how did you get so lucky ???

[fourteenfifteen]

hey do u think that once cori officially breaks her pact w devotion she like starts feeling different. like having had something siphoning her life force and also literal blood for so long, her whole life to some extent, and then it’s like… she suddenly realizes that she’s used to feeling a little lightheaded and she isn’t anymore. no more swirlies when she stands up. even if perennial isn’t giving her the kind of strength devotion did (or even maybe the same level of power just of a different kind), now she doesn’t get tired as easily. she can stay awake all day. her appetite is more normal even if she hadn’t had any awareness that it wasn’t normal before. i mean how could that not drive a person crazy right like there’s a difference between knowing something is taking from you (spun in positive tones of sacrifice and unity) and actually feeling those effects start to wear off! and then to have things still work… to have the sky not fall to have her mech still move without it draining her to nothing… anyway

[elliot-rambles]

heard ur feeling crappy rn, so we thought we’d show u some of our favourite stuffies and give some positive words <33

sage says “you can do anything if you put your mind to it! you’re so extremely talented and full of creativity, so go do whatever you want! don’t let anyone tell you otherwise :)”

mr tabby says “it’s ok to take a break! you don’t have to be doing something 24/7, and being productive every second isn’t always a good thing. chill out, rest ur mind and body, and take care of yourself :)”

sapphiresight says “you’re always stronger than you think! you’ve already been through so much, and what’s happened? you’ve survived! there’s never grey skies forever; eventually the sky will clear and the sun will shine again. as long as there is hope in your heart, everything will get better :)”

swirly bunny says “you’re always loved by someone! whether that be your parents, your siblings, your friends, pets, classmates, or even a random stranger on the street! just as people can hate others for no reason, people can love others for no reason. I’ll always love you (/p), and know that you matter and you deserve respect and support :)”

AHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! THIS IS SO AEUODVHUIEADHVIRSEHDVNSUJHSSKSKSKSKSVSUJVSJHFFHFHFGHGHSOHOWEIHSVIOSEHDVNSOIDK AHHHHHHHH /vvvvvpos, excited, happy

[hysteria-things]

tf u mean "unfortunatley" ion want to hear no "oi bruv! Read my Sturniolos scrolls or else I'll be giving u a swirly in the loo and chum u!!

accents are cool as hell.

[fandomregression]

thinking so hard about cg noel and agere John..... If u have more thoughts about them (or Arthur, or any other malevolent people) I would love to hear ... I think noel would absolutely spoil John

I love the idea of Noel trying to take care of John sm...

I like to think that Noel and Arthur have a sort of good-cop-bad-cop situation with John where one of them (usually Arthur) is the one telling him no to things like toys or movies or something, and then Noel comes in carrying little toys for John

And yes Noel is the one that just absolutely SPOILS John. He even gets him a lil baby blanket with like stars and swirlies on it that John carries around with him all the time. It's a good sign for Noel if he comes to see Arthur and John that John feels small because he sees John's fist with the lil blankie

John has his own sign language that he uses especially when he's wanting to play. He has his own alphabet and phrases that he and Noel develop so they can talk without Arthur having to translate for John all the time. He also loves games like checkers, tic-tac-toe, hang man, and things like that (Noel lets him win a lot. John thinks he's soooo good at games)

Also I feel like the Butcher needs to regress. I think it would benefit him greatly but I can't quite think of anything for him

Also Yorick is not a regressor but he will pretend to be one if Arthur gives John too much attention. Arthur is so tired. Noel is still not sure about the talking skull (and Yorick is not sure about him lol)

[lowkeyrobin]

How did I never realize you wrote for Josh, Juicy and Eddie too omg?? :00 that's so cool

Also!

Could I request a Foolish x Reader with them being online friends meeting up irl for the first time (stupid sillies crushing on each other and flustered confessions have a death grip on me lmao)

I recently got back into the boys so 🙏🙏 just doing God's work yk? this app needs to be blessed by x reader fics of them so mwahhahaah (leave me sm reqs for them idec) ; ooo okay okay I see u bro, I got you ; thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoy! ; post writing me, sorry this is so short, idek man I had a couple paragraphs then deleted them bc they were so unnecessary lolll ; ALSO TWO POSTS TODAY!! I might post tonight but we'll see. two of these oneshots are hurting my brain bc idk what to do LMAOOO

FOOLISH GAMERS ; flustered confessions

summary ; you meet up with foolish irl and dorkily confess your feelings

warnings ; language, supportive little elderly people 🫶

word count ; 491

masterlist

You were now sitting in Foolish's office, watching him finish editing a video he didn't complete before he left to pick you up from the airport. You lay on the floor, a plushie shark used as a pillow for your head, the (mostly nonexistent) jetlag getting the best of you.

He turns around in his swirly chair, finding you on the floor. "You okay?" He smiles.

You nod in response, his smile making you feel a twisty-turny feeling in your stomach as it was swarmed with butterflies. "You wanna go get something to eat? I'm starving"

"Yeah, sure. Where do you wanna go?" He speaks, grabbing his phone and wallet off his desk to shove them in his pants pockets.

"Anything local?" You suggest, sitting up to put the plushie back where it went on his shelving system.

"Yeah, I have a few ideas" He nods with a little smile, "C'mon, I'll drive"

"Yes sir"

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

Foolish had taken you two to a little diner on the edge of town. You sit in the high tops in front of one of the large windows, sipping on cool glasses of water and chewing on the sandwiches you'd ordered.

An elderly couple walks past, smiling as they see the two of you laughing and smiling together. The old woman smiles as her and her husband slowly walk past, her frail voice respectfully quieting the two of you.

"You two are so adorable together. You better put a ring on that finger, young man"

Foolish's cheeks quickly redden as he smiles kindly at the old woman. "Oh, thank you"

You giggle, feeling your face flush a bit.

The old lady gives you both a warm smile, the same as her husband's, as they walk away toward the front counter to place their order. You and Foolish look at each other, nervous and flustered looks plastered on your faces.

"That was..." You start.

"Yeah." He chuckles, trying to hide his smile.

You snicker, looking away for a moment.

You're both quiet for a minute, not knowing how to redirect the conversation.

"I mean... she wasn't wrong." Foolish shrugs, catching your gaze with his awkward smile.

"Huh?" You question, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I think we look cute together," He says, his voice cracking a little bit. "I like you," He shrugs, trying to act nonchalantly as he looks for a reaction in your eyes.

You blink a few times, trying to find a way to react as you scan over every scenario in your head. "Oh" is the only thing to slip out from your mouth.

"Oh?"

"No, like, good! Sorry"

"No, no, you're fine! Uh-"

"Sorry"

You talk over each other, still flustered and nervous around each other.

"Would you wanna make this a date?" You quickly ask, stealing the words from Foolish's mouth.

"Yeah!" He smiles, "Sure"

"Cool"

"We can't tell Quackity about this, okay?"

"Oh, yeah, of course"

[duchessanon]

For the Love of Henri - Tome 8: Return of the Busybody

That’s right, after no demand, the next chapter is here. This saga started over 10 years ago and I may only be on Tome 8 but u can’t rush genius!

Tomes 1-7 here.

What you missed on FTLOH…Henri’s beloved first wife’s (Philanthropina) death was faked by the evil Kate and Meghan. Meghan married Henri but after accidentally burning a piece of Jesu’s cross, she became hated by the nation. Meghan decided to get the public back on side by procreating…however Henri was reluctant to give up his nethers. Meg visited Mistress of the Pubes (JLo) to conceive a baby using a surrogate who turned out to be Henri’s ex lover and nemesis, Jimmu!

…

‘Jimmu!?’ Meg screamed. ‘Jimmu who was a prospect for marrying Henri until Phily stole his heart, but tried to ruin their wedding day on the orders of Bulliam and Snake?!’

‘Yes and what the fuck does it have to do with you???’ Jimmu yelled back.

‘You’re carrying Henri’s baby, you’re the Chosen One’

‘What! You’re the birch who married Henri? You know Phily never needed to use a Chosen One, she had Libby au naturale’.’

The red mist was beginning to descend over Meg but she had to hold it in because Jimmu was carrying the bebe.

‘The bebe will be due in ONE month’ said JLo.

‘What!!! No, I need time to plan my fake bumps. Henri will never believe I’m 8 months pregnant’ Meg screamed.

‘Um, have you met Henri? He’s the dumbest people’s prince EVER! God bless him’ said Eddie.

‘You’re right, I can do this’ Meg knew she could do it because she was an AmeriCAN not an AmeriCANT.

‘One more thing’, the Mistress of the Pubes said. ‘You are responsible for looking after the Chosen One, including all medical expenses and room and board. Bye birches!’ She shoved Meg and Jimmu out of the penthouse to continue her therapy session with Eddie regarding her latest break up with Ben.

*

Six hours later, Meg and Jimmu had touched down in London. As she walked from her gas guzzling jet loaned by Ellen Degenerate, she was handed a secret locked briefcase.

Once they were safely in the car, she opened the case which contained a selection of fake baby bumps. A note in swirly handwriting said ‘From my belly to yours, we are the feminine divine, love Fergie’.

Meg could always count on that crazy birch to come through for her.

‘Right Jimmu, here’s the ground rules, you can stay in our not £4 million cottage, as long as you shut the fuck up about the baby, are we clear?!’

‘Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do, piss flakes?’ Jimmu said, throwing up a middle finger. ‘Besides, the Chosen One’s tongue is tied by the ancient pubes magic. I can’t tell anyone our secret.’

‘Well good, and keep your nethers off Henri too’ Meg warned.

‘I’m a sexual being, I can't help it that men want me’ Jimmu twerked in Meg’s face, causing their driver to swerve at the sight in his rear view mirror.

‘This is gonna be a long month’ Meg muttered.

*

When they got home, Libby was sitting by the fireside reading Aristotle. Henri was whistling ‘whistle while you work’ as he mopped the floor.

‘Henri darling, I’m back from New York, did you miss me?’ Meg said.

‘Oh you’ve been away?...I mean of course I did! And who’s this lovely lady?’

Jimmu had changed into silk underwear and a green veil covered her head, a la Beyonce’s pregnancy announcement.

‘This is my new housekeeper’ Meg said and Jimmu held out her hand to Henri.

Henri took it like the true gent he was and kissed it, ‘enchante Madame’

Jimmu slowly removed her veil, ‘surprise birch, I bet you thought you’d seen the last of me!’

Henri gasped and fell backwards into the dog bowl. He was not expecting to see the woman who tried to ruin his wedding to Phily to be here.

‘Dearest Meghan, we don’t need a housekeeper, Libby and I do everything’ he said from the floor.

‘Well I need one to help with other stuff, dressing, holding my flowers’ Meg said.

‘But Mother Meghan, the public never give you flowers’ Libby said matter of factly. She really was a clever 3 year old.

‘Hush now’ Meg said sweetly.

‘Mama used to dress herself’ Libby continued.

‘Well I’m going to need more help ok! I’m not well!’ Meg wailed.

Henri gasped and finally got up. ‘What is wrong dear?’

‘SHE’S PREGNANT DUMBASS!’ Jimmu screamed.

Henri, still lying in the broken dog bowl gasped, ‘but how could it be?! We haven’t yet…’

Meg had prepared for this question. ‘Well my love, do you remember the night of the full moon? That night I prayed to Jesu and Phily to bless us with a child. We were overcome with love for one another and consummated our love’

‘I really do not recall, could it have been the night that I ingested Leonardo DiCaprio’s healing mushrooms for meditative purposes only?’ Henri asked.

Meg seized her chance, ‘yes yes that was it, eight months ago’

Libby piped up from the landscape she was painting, ‘the night Dear Father ate Leo’s shrooms was not a full moon, Mother Meghan’.

Jimmu had already had enough of this little busybody, ‘recollections may vary! Ok!!! Now keep my mistress’s name out of your mouth!’

‘Jimmu how very dare you, if you are to be a part of this household, you MUST show respect!’ Henri fumed and turned as red as a tomato.

‘MAKE ME ASSHOLE’ Jimmu screamed, shattering the windows. She pushed Henri over and broke the other dog bowl.

All his memories of an altercation with Bulliam swirled in his mind, anger rising from within.

Meg had to do something, and quickly. She did the most natural thing and set her phone to record.

With the phone recording the whole scene, Henri stood up and hollered at the top of his lungs. He was such a gentle people’s prince, never raising his voice, but Jimmu had gone too far. ‘YOU are the biggest busybody breathing Jimmu, and you’re banished from this house, you are not FIT to serve our family!!!’.

M eghan smiled surreptitiously, this had worked out even better than she planned. If she wanted to get the public on side, she’d make Henri the villain!

To be continued.