#anon.🦌

[alwaysshallow]

when you're in the bathroom and whining about how you shouldn't and it's not okay and your protests getting weaker as he kisses at your jaw and throat, fingers back between your legs and all protest dies when he finally slips into you because your mind has been hazy since he started and you can't stop grinding against his palm because he got you so worked up. gripping his shirt tight to keep him close, his mouth pressed close to your ear as he calls you his pretty girl and his good girl, growling out the terms of endearment. and when he's had his fill of you — for now, once he gets you back to your apartment, all bets are off — and you make it back to your table, him right on your heels and not even cleaning yourself up terribly well and your boyfriend knows but he won't say anything. but his eyes never stray from the mark he can see on your skin, or the heated look of triumph from ghost, who doesn't bother looking away when your date looks to him. simon's just getting started, and he's gonna have so much fun — 🦌

anon??????? ANON

i don't think you understand, i just woke up and it's the best shit i've ever witnessed. simon, who knows very well that your boyfriend won't do SHIT. like. he's not dumb, simon would crack his neck with ease (and probably will.)

ghost is even fixing your hair right in front of him:) telling you're bit of a mess, smiling with such venom to your boyfriend. he doesn't react, at least - like he should - he just gulps and smiles awkwardly, looking at his meal, wanting to kill simon

but oh guess what. simon will kill him, not the other way.

[talesof-old]

literally anything with dad!james please he would be the best dad ever

- 🦌

james potter would’ve been the best dad ever 😔

pairing(s): dad!james potter x pregnant!reader

warning(s): reader is pregnant though it’s not the focus, james as a dad, reader is a mom, breakfast in bed, i picture harry being a very happy child okay, if you see any mistake no you didn’t

word count: 941

masterlist

“Shhh, we don’t want to wake Mummy up yet.”

You shifted in your bed, face pressed against the pillow. Faintly, you could hear the giggles of James and Harry, muffled by the closed door. You sighed. Sunlight filtered in through the gaps of the curtains, shining across your bed in brilliant beams. The clock on your bedside read: 9:28.

You rubbed your eyes, hauling yourself from the bed and shuffling into the bathroom. You were quick to finish your business, palm resting on your swollen stomach. In a few minutes, you’d managed to brush your teeth and straighten your hair, choosing to instead investigate the reasoning behind your husband and son’s laughter.

“No! Mummy…” The words were loud and petulant from your son, though James at least had the decency to wince. You frowned.

“You’re s’pposed to be in bed.” Harry was waving his arms about like you’d foiled their whole plan. You spared a glance at your husband, amusement already taking root. Both of them looked a mess, hair askew and clothes covered in flour. You crouched down, holding your arms out to your son. He humphed but complied, curling into your arms and nuzzling into your chest.

“Morning, Haz.” His response was quiet as he let you hold him. Four years old and already a carbon copy of his father, you were certain he’d give James a run for his money as he got older. Your heart pinched. Time had flown by so quickly. Your baby was already walking and talking and playing, and soon enough he’d be off to school. Tears pricked at your eyes but you willed them away, shifting your hold on Harry to pull him into your hip. Your back strained but you ignored the twinge. James pressed a kiss to your temple.

You raised a brow. “Breakfast in bed was the goal.”

Harry wrapped his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder. You rubbed his back, rocking back and forth as you smiled.

“Should Mummy go back to bed then?” You poked Harry’s side. He giggled, swatting at your hand. “Yes!” You laughed, running a hand through his messy hair and kissing his forehead.

“Help Daddy, alright?” Harry nodded solemnly as you put him down. James’ eyes were soft as he regarded you, fondness oozing off of him in waves. You leaned forward, lips locking with his for a brief moment before you heard your son making gagging noises at the two of you. You pulled away with a mock sound of offense, chasing him back to your bedroom with the threat of tickles. Harry’s screams of laughter echoed through the house as you made your way back to your bedroom.

It was only once you’d settled back into the sheets that James called him to come back to the kitchen. The soft patter of his feet leading him away from you had your heart steadying. Your boys, however wild they were, never failed to want to spoil you.

The sound of plates clinking down the hallway had you grinning. James pushed open the door, bent over Harry, hands hovering over his to make sure he didn’t drop the tray. His still chubby cheeks were red and his eyes focused as he shuffled towards you. You cooed as James helped him set the tray onto your lap.

“You helped with this?” You made your eyes comically wide as Harry climbed onto your bed, kneeling on the blankets and grinning. “Obviously.” He shrugged.

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. Obviously. James rubbed the back of his neck and gave you a sheepish look. “He helped with the pancakes.”

And sure enough, the oddly shaped pancakes could’ve only been done by your four year old. “Are you sure? Looks like the pancakes you made me last Sunday.” James’ mouth fell open in indignation. Harry, using your distraction, took a quick bite of your muffin before shuffling to lay under your covers.

You rubbed his head. “Comfy, Haz?” He nodded, burying his face into the soft fabric of your pillow.

“I make pancakes wonderfully, thank you.” You hummed, grabbing the fork and taking a bite. James watched with bright eyes. You leaned closer to Harry, whispering, “I think you make them better than Daddy.” Harry’s giggles were muffled only by the pillow as James flopped down beside him. You kept a hand on the tray to prevent any messes.

“My own family has betrayed me.” He grabbed a hold of Haz, blowing raspberries on his stomach as he shrieked. Your cheeks began to ache from smiling, but god, did you love them. Harry wiggled from James’ grasp and jumped off the bed. You watched as he rolled and smirked at his father, goading him into a chase. James, never one to lose, not even to his son, was up in an instant. He chased him all throughout the house while you ate. While quiet mornings were few and far between, you couldn’t help the way your heart melted at the sound of your son’s laughter or the way James treated him with so much love.

The laughter dissolved and soon enough James was carrying Haz back to your bed. James’ voice grew loud as he spoke. “I’ve got my little traitor!” Your son flopped down, eyes shut as he caught his breath only to cuddle back up to you.

“I love you, even if you don’t like my pancakes.”

James kissed your forehead, cuddling up to Harry. You hummed.

“Don’t worry, honey. I love your pancakes.” James half-heartedly hit your shoulder with his pillow.

“There are children around!”

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[horrorlesbians]

"we saw you across the bar and really like your vibe"

[ozzgin]

Everyone looks so cozy on top of your head, may I join too? But rather than being on your head, I'd like to be wrapped around you like a scarf or a blanket 💗

- 🎸

I'm not sure how flexible you are, anon. Perhaps it's better for your handle and strings if you just...lay with us.

[sematarygirls]

hi love! congrats on 1k! 🌼 pls! i'd love to see bambi!reader :)

 🦌 ⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ ─── introducing bambi!reader

kildare's sweetheart .ᐟ  doe-eyed girl.  1111.  old films. lace-trimmed dresses.  scented candles.  chess. classic fairytales.  pressed flowers.  vintage jewlery.  pink stationary.  baked goods.  heart locket necklace.  wicker baskets.  handwritten letters.  patchwork quilts.

.ᐟ    bambi!reader is the sweetest girl in kildare. she's soft spoken and shy, skiddish like a little deer. she's easily spooked and gets nervous very easily, small giggles falling past her lips when she starts to feel her skin heating up and the anxiety creeping in.

.ᐟ    bambi!reader is as sentimental as they get. she has a little box of all the birthday cards she's ever recieved, and she holds every gift she's ever been given near and dear to her heart. she loves giving the people she loves random little gifts and trinkets, whether it be a flower she picked on her way to see them or some baked goods she whipped up.

.ᐟ    bambi!reader is a master at chess. she picked it up playing with her father growing up, and she was fascinated by the strategy of it, the anticipation of your opponent's move and the reaction to what they eventually decide to do. you wouldn't expect it by looking at her, but she's surprisingly competitive.

.ᐟ    bambi!reader is a lover girl. she wears her heart on her sleeve and is often very trusting. she's a people pleaser that values how other people see her more than anything else, which often ends up in her getting hurt by people who take advantage of that. still, she continues to try and see the good in people, despite the pain it causes her.

             ୭ৎ bambi!reader works below .ᐟ

coming soon...

[323cutie]

I am thinking hard about Wooyoung always… what’s on your mind? -🐍

Grips ur shoulder. I want him so badly nonnie.

thinking abt a lazy morning with him. waking up to him pressing kisses to the side of your face, your neck, your shoulder... followed by a sweet, languid roll of his hips into you. it's easy to feel how hard he is and easier to know what he wants.

but you'll never get enough of teasing him. so you turn until you're facing him, running a slow hand down his torso, palming him through his boxers, feather-light. he cants his hips up like it'll get more friction, but you just pull your hand back with a sly grin.

"gonna make me beg for it?" he asks, pressing his face into your neck. you let him, feeling the soft nips of his teeth against your skin. it makes you shiver. you palm him again, pressing a little harder, listening to the hiss he lets out. one of his hands grips your thigh like it'll keep him steady.

"dunno," you say, dipping your fingers underneath the band of his underwear, then trailing them back up. "gonna give me hell?"

you feel his smile against your neck. "always."

"guess that answers your question, then."

[sea-lanterns]

i’ve been thinking about stuff and HEAR ME OUT!!

super hero au.

imagine genshin woman like dehya or clorinde saving reader from a super villain and flirting with reader while doing so:00 feel free to add other chars into mind of this au^^”

(psps.. could i be 🦌 anon?)

Oooooh a Hero AU. Tbh, as it is imagining some of the genshin women as heroes, I could also see some of them playing as villains in the AU.

You’ve got some good natured women like Jean, Mavuika, Beidou, and Dehya playing the heroes, but you also have women like Miko, Lisa, Arlecchino and Ningguang (corrupt CEO anyone?) playing the villains. I can also see some of the morally grey women like Yelan, Shenhe and Rosaria play as vigilantes, but the Genshin women are so diverse, they can play any of the roles in this AU and it’d still make sense.

I’m a big fan of imagining Arlecchino as Batman for some reason LMAO. Or Navia being your friendly neighborhood Spiderman. Idk much about super heroes so if you guys have any better suggestions, let me know 👀

[pjsk-headcanons]

although a rare occasion, after crying toya goes all emotionally numb (and gets a headache (projection 100%)). whenever the people around him notice he’s a liiiittle more monotone and deadpan than usual they do what they can to cheer him up

most times vbs will just invite him to sing. they acknowledge that toya’s singing won’t be at its fullest when they start; despite this they give all they have and absolutely light up when they start hearing the emotion enter his voice again

the tenmas will put on an impromptu show for him. these often include heinous amounts of audience (toya) participation

mizuki notices that she does a lot of talking when they’re together so instead she encourages him to talk about the latest book he’s reading. he’ll start slowly while pausing without meaning to, but after a little encouragement from mizuki it turns into a full on ramble (mizuki regrets this only slightly)

— 🦌 anon (if there isn’t one already!!)

(p.s; i know who you are 🎲 anon)

‎

[idkfitememate]

Hello! I’m here to enter my thoughts for a deer! Creator! Reader in Sumeru! I know there’s tiger creator! Reader for Sumeru already but I feel like since nahida is so peaceful and kind she deserves an animal (even if only by isekai) buddy that matches her vibes because deer are usually symbolic with peace and stuff.

So deer! Reader starts out as a wittle ol’ fawn with gangly legs that they can’t seem to get the hang of at all. Teyvat helps their creator out with giving them food that they can reach out and nibble and it conveniently rains water in a small pool for reader to drink from. So they take the first few days easy trying to figure out how to stand and stuff. Everything is going well, all is peaceful and no one has tried to kill them yet. They could even stand on their stick legs for a full minute yesterday!

But that all changes when some sleazy treasure hoarders from Liyue decide they want to hunt for some easy grub as they smuggle expensive artifacts out of the nation. Sadly for deer! Reader, that means they want them on their dinner plates tonight. An odd choice, but right now you are easy pickings.

Teyvat is obviously not happy about this, so the rishboland tigers and birds near Gandharva Ville are trying to get Tighnari’s and Collei’s attention while small shrooms try and protect you. Though it is a slowly loosing battle.

Tighnari quickly realizes the wildlife is acting strange. His large fox ears help him pinpoint the problem and he rushes off into the forest with his bow. Collei quickly follows behind, although confused. They follow the roaring rishboland tigers to a secluded grove in the forest and find deer! reader an inch away from getting hit in the head with an arrow.

Both the tigers and the forest rangers are not happy.

Tighnari has no time to nock an arrow so he uses his dendro vision to slap the arrow out of the air. Deer! Reader is saved! The treasure hoarders are swiftly knocked out by Tighnari and Collei(with a few…casualties because of the tigers). They were going to be turned in to the authorities. But before they could do that, Tighnari and Collei had to figure out what to do with deer!Creator first.

They thought you were a normal wild deer that the rishboland tigers might have taken as one of their own by some miracle. So they tried to leave you be after they checked that you were unharmed but you were adamant about going with them.

You bleated and wailed pitifully, trying to stand on your thin legs only to topple over. Getting used to standing on four hooves was one thing but trying to walk was another. So you gave them your best baby deer eyes until Collei caved and tried to find an excuse to convince Tighnari to bring you with them.

She winged it and spoke about how your legs weren’t working properly. You weren’t standing and you couldn’t walk when it was obvious you looked a few months old. Maybe they should take you back to the village for better inspection?

Tighnari didn’t buy it but the sad look you were giving him with your droopy ears and (fake) teary eyes made him cave. He would break protocol just this once. He couldn’t leave a possibly sick baby deer all alone could he?

So he scooped your small deer body into his arms and set off for Gandharva Ville.

Little did he know you would refuse to leave his and Collei’s side afterwards.

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Sorry if it seems long! 😖 I just have so many deer! Creator reader brain rot ideas I want to share with you!

If it’s okay with you and no one else has taken it, could you call me 🦌 deer anon ?

Tighnari & Collei Encounter

૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! Deer Reader x Tighnari & Collei

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 197

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Fluff

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : Never apologize for a long ask! It shows your idea in the fullest and I love it! ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊˚

I’ll just pick up where you left off!

Now he had a deer in his office. Tighnari simply stared at your small body as you tried to stand. He honestly didn’t know why he allowed himself to take you.

(It was those stupid perpetually teary eyes of yours)

He stood and stared at you.

And you stared back.

And it continued like this for a least five minutes.

“… Mr. Tighnari?” Collei called out.

He only hummed in response.

“There are a bunch of Rishboland Tigers outside.” She said. And he sighed.

“I’m just going to assume it’s the ambush that was watching them. Just… inform everyone not to attack. They seemed relatively harmless and I’d like to keep it that way as long as possible.” He didn’t turn away from you and you didn’t turn from him.

“…Okaaayyyy then.” Collei said. She stared from the door before gently closing it.

The fox and the deer continued their staring contest.

Until you sneezed.

And threw your tiny head back, shaking your head with a surprised expression. You rubbed your nose a bit with your front hoof, your ears swinging a bit from the motion.

Tighnari suddenly understood why Collei was so keen to keep you.

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : Hehe little guy. While I think I’ll be keeping the Tiger!Creator cannon, I would adore to see more of Deer!Creator from you! Can’t wait to hear more!~ ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

Also fun fact! A group of tigers is called an ambush! But a mother tiger and her cubs is called a streak! ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊˚

[alwaysshallow]

price is my favorite i need to bite him like a squeaky toy and tear into him so i can get to his heart — 🦌

price loves to bite you playfully when you don't pay him attention:( he's like a needy cat that will do everything to have your attention.

you're working? he's biting your shoulder, asking when you're gonna take a break.

talking with someone over the phone? biting your fingers because he's soooo bored!! how dare you talk to someone else.

when you try to scold him that he's acting childish, he easily tosses you over his shoulder. biting your ass, he says "too bad I don't care" and he goes to the bedroom, to bite you some more and teach you a lesson.

[bkgsdoll]

umm hiii i love ur work hehe,, i would like to ask umm can u write this prompt? doesn't have to be long or complicated, would like to see ur take on it ,,, kaminari x fem!woc!reader,,, college!au, smoking weed tgt, he calls her mama/mommy (nsx, not agere but idm if it is) - just destressing together,,, cuddles and maybe watching movies tgt </3 if any of that makes u uncomfy feel free to exclude it, or ignore this req! ,,, can i be 🪶 or 🦌 anon? ♡

oooo ofc !! i was just thinking abt a subby!kami x reader the other day so this is perfect !!! ( ^ O ^ ) /" ⋆˙♡

　𐔌　unwinding with baby ₊˚ ♡

︵︵　notes: subby!denki x reader, sfw, smoking, college!au, fluffy fluff, somewhat implied age dreaming, implied neurodivergence, weirdos dni, this was written rlly quickly but itll be edited soon! ︵︵　word count: 938

a babyish whine leaves your throat as you stare at your laptop, sitting at the round table in your dorm. you weren't expecting to see a "c+" on your latest essay. it's not bad, but it's not good either. most of your stupid professors don't round up when grading, leaving you with a bland 79.63%. you huff out a gust of air, staring at the screen blankly as you frustratedly tug at the skin on your lip.

just then you hear a rhythmic knock on your door to the melody of "wannabe" by the spice girls, a giddy smile quickly replacing your sulky pout. you climb out your chair, hurrying over to the door that swings open to reveal kaminari with his hands full with bags. "hayy!" he greets you with a dorky grin. "what'd you get on your paper?"

you sigh, "don' wanna talk about it,"

he hums with a tiny pout before lifting one of the bags and pulling out a tiny ziploc filled with weed, bringing it up in front of his face. "wellll look what i gottt!" he sings cheerfully. you giggle, gesturing your head for him to come inside.

denki wasn't your boyfriend by any means. he wasn't just a friend either. you two were more like best friends with.. certain benefits.

he gives you a quick peck on the cheek as he steps in. you watch as he brings the bags onto your countertop, his black jeans sagging boyishly. you hum perkishly, swinging around to the other side of the counter. he pulls out junk food and typical sleepover necessities. "dickhead aizawa gave me a D.." kami whines, throwing the plastic bags with a huff. you pout somewhat mockingly, grabbing his hand and leading him to the couch.

"he's not a dickhead, you love him, remember?" you tease, grabbing the baggy from your friend. he sighs dramatically, throwing his head back as he pulls out a joint from his back pocket, dropping it into your hand. you can already see signs of kami feeling a little younger today. the junk food, name calling, and how he's clinging to your arm like a baby.

when you finish rolling the joint, you turn to a patiently waiting denki. you stare at him blankly, batting your eyelashes unintentionally. he tilts his head to the side with an adorable look of confusion. you take the first puff of weed, exhaling with satisfaction. you moan with relief, passing the stick to the grungy boy with a gentle "here, baby". he happily accepts, taking his hit with ease.

you play with his pretty mustard-yellow hair slowly, tenderly pushing him into a relaxed headspace. denki practically purrs at the smoke making its way to his lungs, his head going fuzzy. after a few puffs, he's babbling about a new show he's watching and why it's so good. he takes his time explaining why each of the characters are perfect yet so different.

a few minutes pass, and he's stoned. most of your friends who've never smoked with kaminari assume that he's even louder and hyper than usual, but it's the opposite (at first). he's gentler and soft, snuggling into your side as drool spills past his lip. the tv is playing the show he was talking about on low volume, the joint dumped into an ashtray.

"m hungry mama," he whispers. every time your best friend gets into a small zone, he's cautious, always worried that for some reason you may think he's weird, although you've been with him as he's little more times than you can count. your hand petting his hair goes idle as you lean down to meet his red eyes. you coo, poking his squishy cheek. "i'll grab the snacksss..!" you grin, poking him again before standing up, your large girly blanket wrapped around you.

"um.. bring juice please!" he calls out to you, stretching his legs out on the couch.

you reuturn seconds later with a cup of juice and the junk food he'd brought. careful not to spill any juice, (no one likes a cranky baby), you plop down on the couch, pull the snacks from their bags, and hand kami the juice. he thanks you quietly, both hands wrapping around his pikachu cup as he takes a sip.

you grab the remote, getting comfy on the sofa again before exiting the show that was playing to scroll through your streaming services. "whaddya wanna watch?" you smile lovingly, affectionately sliding his black sweater off his shoulders to provide less stimulation. he hums thankfully with a shrug before suddenly perking up out of the blue.

without any previous signs, he unintentionally slams his cup on the table before jumping up on the couch, both hands fisted into balls and cheering, "les watch bolt!!"

stifling a sleepy yawn, you use your sleeve to dab at drops of spilled juice, the effects of the weed and your exhausting day weighing heavily on you.

"put bolt on mommy!!!" denki whines impatiently, dropping himself next to you.

you giggle, pressing the buttons on the remote as quickly as you can. "i am, i am!"

the next hour and a half is spent watching denki's beloved childhood movie with loud shushes whenever you make a sound and even louder reactions from him whenever something big happens on screen. you can't help but wonder how the weed hadn't toned down his bubbly energy, though you don't mind at all. by the time the movie's done, you two had drifted asleep, clinging to each other tightly as scattered chips litter your bodies... you have a bit of cleanup to do tomorrow.

[deeranon]

Knife and Magic

Warnings: bit of angst, slightly rushed writing that probably isn’t too good, mentions of past harm, implied injuries, possibly bad grammar(English IS my first language)

Rollo X reader | synopsis: Rollo hides out at Night Raven College under the guise of strengthening the bonds with other magic schools after the country-wide epidemic that almost brought the end of the City of Flowers is looked into by authorities. The only problem is, no dorm will even house Rollo temporarily. Except for Ramshackle, that is.

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Rollo knew his failed plan would backfire eventually. It was simply a matter of time. After all, a sudden surge of magic draining flowers overrunning the City of Flowers overnight and turning hundreds of normal people with magic temporarily powerless as their power was being eaten by the minute was no small disaster. A disaster like that was bound to draw attention from the neighboring kingdoms.

And attention was not something Rollo wanted or needed. So here he sat in a chair at Ramshackle dorm under the guise of “wanting to strengthen friendships with the magical schools that had attended the Masquerade after their help with fixing the disaster” while waiting for the commotion to die down in the City of Flowers.

It has been three weeks since Rollo first arrived at Night Raven College, and he hated every second of it. Everywhere he looked, imbeciles were throwing magic around like it was harmless.

Even now, the flaming eared headache known as Grim was using magic to play a silly game with the dorm ghosts. Magift, Grim called it as he gave Rollo the stink eye before running outside.

Rollo could only watch the stupidity with his handkerchief over his mouth, a habit he had picked up over the years.

A habit you were attempting to break with very little success.

As much as Rollo hated to admit it, you were a good host. Though you once told him that wasn’t a very hard bar to pass because you were his ONLY host. All of the dorms had fought against having to house him(well, almost all of them—but Octavinelle was never to be trusted) when a meeting had been held the day after he arrived, and because you were sick the day of the meeting and couldn’t attend they all pushed Rollo to you.

You didn’t complain too much about it after you had recovered(Rollo had enough ire for the leaders and dorm-vices about the underhanded decision for the both of you). When you were visiting the City of Flowers you had already invited Rollo to stay over if he ever came to visit, even after all the problems he had caused your group. (Malleus had not been in a good mood after he learned of this information, even though he tried his best to hide it, the weather told you all you needed to know.)

It was almost depressing, watching Rollo glare at Grim and the three ghosts through the window like they had egged the church and sprayed the walls with graffiti on Christmas Day. Despite the lesson that had been practically beaten into him by your friends(if you could even call some of them that) Rollo still saw magic as an ink stain on the perfect portrait that was humanity.

And to be honest, you were starting to get fed up with his preaching about how magic is still ugly and dangerous.

“Using magic to play a brutish game…how idiotic….” Rollo muttered under his breath as his purple handkerchief littered with yellow stars was pressed against his lips. You took a long sip of your tea(that Rollo had “secretly” made you). “Do they have any idea what they are messing with?” Your tea suddenly tastes just as bitter as Rollo’s emotions. You sigh, setting the warm mug with the words ‘most sane prefect’ on the front onto a coaster. You didn’t know how much more of Rollo’s depressed monologuing about the sin of using magic you could take.

The dusty old grandfather clock you had managed to fix with the ghosts help croaked miserably to tell you it was early evening, bringing you out of your thoughts about different ways you could work your ‘magic less-prefect magic’(thanks Ace) on the grey haired boy who needed therapy and a new haircut.

It was time to get dinner started. You hauled your exhausted body off of the plush navy blue couch you had claimed for an emergency nap earlier today and took a single step towards the kitchen before an idea struck you like lightning.

It was a borderline insane idea, but maybe it could work.

“Rollo, follow me.” You called, making the boy turn to you with a raised brow. He followed after nonetheless, pocketing his handkerchief the moment he turned away from the window.

The two of you walked in silence, a normal thing between the two of you. Though sometimes you worry Rollo gets stuck in his head still full of toxic ideals when there is too much quiet. Like right now, for instance.

You opened the door to the kitchen and held it open so that Rollo could pass through. Mentally, you were calculating what you should make for dinner and if your plan would work at the same time.

You gave your head a small shake. There was no backing out now. All or nothing, as they say.

You trailed a hand gingerly over the countertop as you walked around the island to the block of stainless steel knives Jamil had gifted you as an apology for his actions during winter break after seeing the previous state of your kitchen before the dormitory makeover.

You pulled one of the knives out of its slot and prayed Jamil would forgive you if he ever found out about what you were going to do.

“What is this?” You said, holding the large kitchen knife up for Rollo to see.

“A knife?” Rollo said wearily, because he just now realized he was alone in a kitchen with a person he had nearly killed along with their close friends.

“A knife. That’s right.” You nodded and whirled around, snatching a block of cheese and a packet of chicken from the fridge then a loaf of bread from the pantry, and an apple from an unsuspecting fruit bowl.

You dropped four pieces of bread onto the counter before pushing the loaf away in exchange for the cutting board where you set the cheese block and apple. Rollo stared at you, completely confused as you cut into the cheese while giving him a pointed look. “And what am I doing with the knife right now?”

Rollo gave you a weird look, glancing between you and the block of cheese as you cut out four slices before taking the shiny red apple and starting to peel the skin off with the blade. Rollo couldn’t help but notice how you pointed the blade toward yourself as you worked. “Peeling an apple…?”

“Right.” Was the one-word-reply you gave Rollo as you opened the container of chicken and set a single slice of cheese on every other bread piece before laying down a solid layer of chicken in the same fashion.

At this point, Rollo would be disappointed with himself if he didn’t realize that you were making sandwiches, thankfully Rollo was very aware of your sandwich-making actions and therefore did not feel disappointed with himself.

“Crust or no crust?” You said to him after placing the last two cheese slices on top of the chicken along with the top pieces of bread.

Rollo didn’t know why it mattered. “Crust.” He said, because the sandwich was already made. You nodded at him and then cut the sandwiches in half, pausing once again to look at him with those endlessly knowing eyes of yours.

“Toasted?” You questioned with such intensity Rollo felt like a criminal being interrogated by the police. Instead of giving you a verbal answer, Rollo chose to nod in agreement.

As expected, you slid the two sandwiches into the toaster oven and watched as the cheese slowly melted into the chicken and the bread turn crisp.

To Rollo, there was an awkward silence as you both waited for the food to toast. You made no move to set the knife down on the counter or start a conversation, only staring at the toaster oven with your startlingly deep eyes that Rollo thought held the secrets of the entire world and then some. Rollo didn’t try to start a conversation either, even as the silence rang quietly in his ears. It almost felt like he was standing at the top of the bell tower, looking down at the bustling city with only the wind and occasionally a moving gargoyle to fill the silence.

The toaster oven let out a happy chime as the timer hit zero and you reached out without a hint of hesitation for the sandwiches, nearly giving Rollo a heart attack when your fingers almost grazed the burning hot metal.

You set the sandwiches on plastic plates that had a flowery design to them, the peeled apple was then cut into slices and placed on a smaller paper plate.

You stared at the food, then back up at Rollo, knife still in hand. You held up a hand so that the palm faced Rollo like you were asking to hold something. Rollo shifted in place, gripping the starry handkerchief folded neatly in his left pocket with an almost anxious feeling as something changed in the air.

“Now what am I doing with the knife?” You said, and Rollo paused because you weren’t doing anything with the knife—

“What are you doing?!” Rollo screeched as he choked back a gasp when you raised your other hand and cut your palm until a trickle of blood weaved between your fingers and fell onto the kitchen counter.

Rollo rushed around the counter and snatched the knife from your hand, uncaring about the blood soaking into his handkerchief as he pressed it against the cut in your hand. “Why would you cut yourself, you fool!”

“To teach you a valuable lesson.” You said, wincing only slightly when Rollo pressed even harder against the wound with his handkerchief. Said male gaped at you like you had lost your mind, and you let out a small snicker at the face he was making. “The way I see it, the knife is the same as this world’s magic.”

“What?” Rollo truly thought you had lost your mind. Just what were you talking about?! You were spouting nonsense just like those wasteful magical buffoons! Now you let out a bitter chuckle, staring at the blood soaked cloth with an emotion Rollo could only guess was sadness.

“Let’s say the knife represents magic.” You said as tears from pain welled up in your eyes. Rollo had never seen you cry in the three weeks he had lived with you, and it was a horrible thing to see. His heart ached to see you smile, but he shoved the emotion down until he could focus on stopping the blood.

“I used the knife to make us those sandwiches. Then I used that same knife cut through my skin like butter. But I was the one who wielded the knife every time.” You looked into Rollo’s eyes and he couldn’t help but inwardly scold himself as his breath caught in his throat as he stared right back. Had you always been this attractive? Then, your words registered in his mind and it felt like he had been slapped in the face.

“What I’m trying to say, I guess…is that it’s all about how you use magic.” You gave him a smile so broken and yet so happy when you spoke Rollo felt his heart temporarily stop beating. You pulled your bloody hand away and walked over to the kitchen sink, and Rollo noticed how you just barely favored your left foot over the right but was too stunned to say anything about it.

“Almost anyone can wield magic here. But it’s all about how someone uses it that matters. I should know. I’ve been on the receiving end of it more times than I can count.” You bent down and took a first aid kit from under the sink with your free hand. Rollo saw a glimpse of a jagged scar wrapping around your ankle.

“Then isn’t that all the more reason I should hate it?!” Rollo snapped, angry and confused and a mix of more emotions he couldn’t identify. That he didn’t want to acknowledge because he knew exactly what they were but it just wasn’t right to feel this way right now…was it?

You shook your head as you ran your bloody hand under the faucet water, lettingout a hiss of pain. “You were angry at me when I cut myself, not the knife. It’s the person, not the object that matters.” That temporarily shut Rollo up. “Besides, I’m already on good terms with the people who wronged me. I’m not mad at them anymore.”

“So you were angry.” Rollo pressed as he watched you bandage your hand. You let out a sigh of pure exhaustion. Rollo wanted to apologize for whatever had made you so tired, even though he was likely the reason. But he didn’t. His lips were sealed with invisible glue he couldn’t peel off.

“I was angry. No one likes being hurt. The things they did…they were horrible and sometimes I’m still angry at them even though I don’t want to be. But that’s just a part of being human, Rollo. We make mistakes and do things and say things we shouldn’t when we’re angry and hurt.” You turned back to face him, voice shaky and eyes blurry with tears. “I’m sure you know that better than most. Knife and magic, Rollo.”

You walked past him and handed him one of the sandwiches before walking out of the kitchen. Rollo noticed a long, claw-like scar running along the arm that bled. His heart ached painfully.

“Knife and magic.”

@idkfitememate @libraryraccoon how did I do?

Wrote this in like—less than a week, I think? All for Rollo cuz I hope he comes home quick.

I’m saving for playful land Ace after Glomas no matter what but I’m hoping Rollo comes within 100 pulls because playful land could spring up anywhere anytime in EN.

Pspspspss Rollo come home

[thegnomelord]

The mental torment he inflicted upon me was a relentless dance of control and submission, a brutal symphony where I was both the performer and the instrument. Each command he barked was a note, each punishment a crescendo, and I, the loyal dog, played my part with unwavering fidelity.

He stripped away layers of my identity, piece by piece, until all that remained was a raw, exposed nerve, ready to be manipulated at his whim. Yet, in this abject humiliation, a twisted bond began to form.

Makarov’s neediness to have me by his side was not mere dependency; it was a testament to my worth, a confirmation of my nearly indispensable role in his grand design. I was his weapon, his plaything, a tool honed to perfection through suffering and subjugation.

And slowly, insidiously, I began to crave this validation, to see his cruel attentions as a dark reflection of love.

In his eyes, I found a purpose, however twisted. To be needed by Makarov was to exist, to matter in a world that had otherwise discarded me. His touch, whether a strike or a rare, fleeting caress, became a symbol of my significance. I learned to read his moods, to anticipate his desires, to see the flicker of satisfaction in his gaze when I exceeded his expectations. And in those moments, I felt a sick, desperate kind of joy.

Love, in the traditional sense, was a foreign concept to me now. What I experienced was a distorted echo of it, a love born from pain and nurtured by submission.

- 🦌🐇

(Hound has been in my mind for months and this had been sitting in my drafts, I wished to share this with you rather than it rotting in the drafts)

OOooh dude this is NEAT! I'm usually not a fan of first person but I see the appeal with this lol :Dd, I like the performer and instrument comparison you did for Hound, and making it come across just how dependent he is on Makarov, overall very nicely done dude! :Dd

[ohbo-ohno]

I love your works, especially the serial killer ghoap ones. I’ve had this thought on my mind for a bit. It’s not really dark, more fluffy(?) I just started playing ACNH again and it got me thinking, would serial killer ghoap let reader have a switch? I mean, poor reader has seen so much shit and needs at least a little bit of normalcy in their life. Ofc ghoap would monitor them while they played and such, which leads me to my next part. Let’s say reader has gotten stockholm syndrome and isn’t super phased by all the gore in stuff. Reader just sits in a little corner that maybe has pillows or blankets OR a cage that has pillows and blankets and shit like that. But reader just stays in that corner playing their switch while ghoap does their murder stuff. Idk, I feel it’d be a cute image. Ghoap just torturing someone while reader sits in a corner playing animal crossing. Sorry for rambling, I just really wanted to share this thought. Drink water and make sure to eat ❤️❤️❤️

someday i'll write the serial killer fic. i have a full outline of it. i have like 1k done. it EXISTS ok i PROMISE and i WILL post it. eventually

but in the meantime! questions are fun! (also tysm for saying you love my stuff, ily)

i think they'd absolutely let her have a switch <3 in exchange for good behavior

my reader inserts tend to be massive pushovers (mostly in an attempt to not give them so strong of a personality as to be distracting) but the serial killer girl is soft. i think the contrast of really rough ghoap with really soft reader is Primo.

but i also think ghost and soap would fucking eat UP having a soft little thing to take care of. i think this version of them would really get off on the corruption of it all, coming to their girl covered in blood and watching her try to keep her stuffies from getting stained red :( they loooove watching her get all teary and sniffly when they make her watch them torture people, love watching the way she tries to hide her pretty face :(

so of course they let her have a switch! they looove hearing her talk about all her little villagers, love when she tentatively shows them her new island setup <3

and that second part - do you know how hard johnny would get if he was torturing someone and saw his girl completely tuned out and just playing her little game? she'd be lucky if he didn't bend her over right then and there

[323cutie]

I’m so happy to pick your brain about these things, your thoughts are so interesting! Thanks for chatting with me! Who do you think are the biggest fans of oral - both giving and receiving? -🐍

I LIKE THIS ONE I HAVE IDEAS ABT IT HEHE

giving - seonghwa, yeosang, san, mingi, wooyoung

receiving - hongjoong, yunho, jongho

lowk i feel like all of them are moreeee than willing to go down on u but the members in the giving category... they know even before you do that you want it. seonghwa, yeosang and san are at least Somewhat tasteful about it, waking you up with gentle licks and kisses, a little bashful when you call them out, but they just can't help it u taste so good! mingi and wooyoung however... downright ravenous. you're probably not leaving their grip until you've come at least 3 times, and even then they might dive in for more

the receiving category isn't because they don't like going down on u!!!!!!!!! they just uh. look you blew them one time and they haven't been able to get the image out of their head. they talk to you while you're down there about how your mouth feels so good, how you always know what to do, you're their pretty baby, so willing to please. and you can't blame them if they start bucking their hips up -- in fact, you welcome it, bracing your hands against their thighs and letting them work you the way they do. you know once they're done you'll get paid back tenfold

[pjsk-headcanons]

saki and tsukasa were at rad blast and as soon as toya spots them in the crowd in the middle of a song every single person in that room felt the energy increase substantially. after the show they get a rare Toya Hug ™️

— 🦌 anon

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