#another short one

[q1ngqve]

Hiiii I'm the avenratio x reader requester a while back!! No worries I'm not here to make you hurry up on that but I did want to leave some more food for thought!! :3 But hmmmm AvenRatio who starts their toxic yaoi w you as their messenger/wingman LMAO so you've seen some and been through some shit cause of them HDHSHSHHS and then one day they get together and you're like my work here is done!!! And try to leave but you silly! Silly thing <333 you have been part of their dynamic since the very beginning isn't that why you were both helping them in the first place?

Tsk tsk tsk guess they'll just have to reteach their dumb stupid little human on what's correct or not <333 (yes imagine this w wolf ratio and fox aventurine or something and you're a normal human okay good day idk what my anon tag should be you decide)

im gonna change it up a little because i dont write for mlm so 😼 also reader is a bunny hybrid because ive been obsessed with this dynamic lately

CW; fem! reader, threesome, bunny hybrid reader, fox hybrid aventurine, wolf hybrid dr ratio, degradation, sex toy (dildo), double penetration (ass & vagina), throat fucking

wolf! dr ratio would be degrading you the whole time after he finds out that you think you could just run away after helping them! are you really that dumb or just pretending to not know?

“dumb little bunny, thinking she can just leave us whenever she likes.”

and fox! aventurine would be laugh teasingly at you as he shoves a dildo up your ass, a mischievous glint appearing in his eyes when he turns up the vibration on the toy

wolf! dr ratio and fox! aventurine getting even more excited when they notice your fluffy tail twitching and your ears flopping down to the back of your head each them they play with the sensitive parts on your body

their animal instincts taking over when you promise to be good and listen to whatever they say, because you’re just too dumb to make any correct decisions for yourself! you just need two big men to make all your decisions for you, so you can turn off your brain when you’re with them! why think at all when they can do that for you?

“gotta teach you a lesson, isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

fox! aventurine’s grip on your hair tightens as he fucks your mouth, your throat constricting around the tip of his dick, while wolf! dr ratio pounds into your pussy from behind, the dildo in your ass not helping the situation. you’re so full that all you can do is whine around aventurine’s dick as you clench around wolf! dr ratio :(

“c’mon, use your words.” knowing full well you’re already fucked dumb and delirious! they just wanna tease you 😵‍💫

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 68)

N slowly pulled himself out of sleep mode, limbs feeling heavy and sluggish, he'd been awoken by… something? Not alarming enough for him to snap awake but enough for him to be roused from consciousness.

His gaze fell to the warmth cradled beside him, her tail swaying lazily as she purred softly, she was facing away from him, but both his arms were already wrapped around her, her head resting near his shoulder.

Riiiiiip

Ah, so that was the sound that woke him up, his head roving around the room to place the source of the sound, eventually finding Tera in the corner of the room, tearing a small pillow to shreds with her teeth.

At first, he almost went back to sleep, something in the back of his mind telling him that he shouldn't worry, she was just practicing hunting, and was in no danger.

Before the less primal part of his brain caught up, and realized she shouldn't be trying to rip something apart at all. And he sprung up and forward to separate her from her cotton-filled prey.

“No! Tera! We don't destroy things!” He lightly scolded, grabbing her by her onesie-scruff. She only tried to wiggle her way to freedom in response, kicking and pawing into the air at him.

He took a look at the pillow, sighing as the fake-cotton fluff fell out of it, she'd made a decent hole in it, and it was covered in teeth marks and drool where she'd tried over and over to rip it.

“How'd you even rip it?” He asked, more to himself as he looked back at her, she was snapping in the direction of it as if it had wronged her. Bearing her teeth.

Teeth that… looked way sharper then they had just yesterday.

He did a double take, putting one of his hands under her armpit to gently but firmly grab her while he examined her teeth. Poking a finger into her mouth.

There was no denying it, there were now tiny fangs present in Tera's mouth, currently tangled with thread and cotton from where she'd ripped at the pillow, she didn't appreciate her father poking around in her mouth, growling at him as she tried to thrash.

What… did this mean? Tera had picked up some of their traits, sure. The chirping, the growling, the purring. Even his spooky ‘X’ occasionally. But this… this wasn't something she could just learn! She shouldn't have fangs!

Though it did explain the teething���

“Uh…” His mouth fell open uselessly before he pulled the thread and cotton out of his daughters mouth and tossed the pillow through the thick curtain and outside so she couldn't knaw on it anymore. And sat her back down, watching as she continued to crawl around like nothing happened.

He blinked, before crawling back over time Uzi and gently shaking her awake.

“Uzi…”

“Mmmgh, go away…” She mumbled sleepily back, flicking her tail in his direction as if to wave him off, he got a little louder, more urgent.

“Uzi. Uh, There's kinda a problem.” He shook a little harder, making her groan and stretch like a ct as she lightly shoved him off, before flopping back on her stomach, shoving her face into the pillows.

“Tera has fangs.”

“Mmhm.” She made a kind of affirmative noise before her tail went stiff and she quickly moved to get up.

“Wait, what?!” She pounced over in Tera's direction, making the toddler look at her mother in surprise as she was once again put on her back and her mouth was examined, much to her dismay.

“H-holy shit.” Uzi poked her finger with one of Tera's fangs, reeling back surprised when it actually hurt a little. Blinking as she looked back over at N.

“H-how? She shouldn't -she's a normal worker drone-” She released the droneling, who went back to minding her own business, and swatting at some dangling lace.

They both went silent, lost in thought, before N thought back to the moment he'd gotten a small taste of her oil, with a slight irony taste.

“Your oil…” He said slowly, but it seemed like Uzi had already come to that conclusion herself, holding her head as the realization hit her. Tera had been infected since the first moment she'd donated her oil, even before they'd even considered her adoption.

“I… didn't know… It never, it's just code, I-” She stopped herself, knowing damn well it stopped being ‘just code’ when she had a full pair of lungs and was currently growing a baby inside her.

“I did ruin her…” She mumbled, curling in on herself as that thought made a path of destruction through her head. As always, N was there, pressing his head against hers and getting her to calm down.

“You do the best you can, with the information you have.”

“Huh?”

“It's… something Tessa used to say. You didn't know, you were being helpful, donating your oil. If you knew, you wouldn't have.” He admitted, while also stopping her spiral before it could start, he gestured over to Tera; who had begun trying to rip into another pillow, thankfully unsuccessfully.

“Look at her, she's happy and healthy, she's not ruined… just different. Like us.” Uzi watched as her daughter pounced on the pillow, bouncing off of it and rolling to a stop before shaking her head and doing it again, an (albeit aggressive) smile on her face.

“I guess it really makes her ours now huh?” Uzi acquiesced, leaning into her boyfriend as she sighed. She still didn't feel great about unintentionally infecting Tera with the solver but, if they had made her themselves wouldn't it be the same outcome? She'd have been born with the solver, just like Uzi.

“She always was. But… yeah, it does.” N replied, watching their kit try and fail to hunt a pillow, hands interlaced.

[marlynnofmany]

Hands-Free

“Are you going to want help installing all these?” I asked, opening another case of engine rings. I had no idea which part of the spaceship’s guts these actually went into; they were about three feet across, an inch thick, and made of some plasticky red stuff that was above my pay grade to define. All I knew was there was a lot of them, and we only had one engineer.

“No thanks,” grumbled Mimi, the octopus-looking guy with the voice like a gravel road. “This is a tentacles-only kind of operation.”

“Really? What’s the difference?” I was curious now. “Do you have to use specific tools, or reach into tight crevices?”

“Crevices,” he said, checking the label on the box. “These have to fit snug, and they go somewhere you people with fingers can never manage to reach.” He gave one ring a judicious whack against the floor, then tossed it back into the box.

I huffed in mock offense. “I’ll have you know I’m very flexible for my species.”

“Sure you are,” he chuckled. “Not your fault you’re held back by all those bones. And you only have two arms! I don’t know how you get by.” He started looping tentacles around the rings in a different box, gathering an impressive number of them.

“Just fine, thank you,” I told him. “Two arms is plenty.”

“Yeah? Carrying just a couple things at once? Must be a simple life.”

I took the hint, digging into the box for more rings. “Who says I can only carry two at once? Look how many I can fit over my nice long arms.”

“Yes, yes, good job. Put ‘em over there.”

“And I can hook them over my shoulders,” I continued as I deposited my armload where Mimi had pointed. “Heck, these are big enough that I could just stand inside a stack of them, and hold them all from the bottom. Oh! And—”

“Here, these too.”

“And,” I repeated, “I can even carry one without my arms or shoulders.”

“Yes, I know you have tiny fingers on your feet,” Mimi said, unimpressed.

“No, not like that!” I set down the other stack. “I’ll pick it up with my hands, then only touch it with my torso! Think I can do it?”

He struck a pose lounging on the floor with one tentacle against his head, looking dramatically bored. “Wow me,” he grated.

I hadn’t used a hula hoop since I was a kid, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me. With all the flair of a carnival magician, I grabbed a ring and lifted it over my head, braced it against one hip, then spun it and did my absolute best to keep it from falling.

I managed about three seconds, which I consider a major success.

Finally it hit the floor. “Ta-da!” I said, hands in the air.

Mimi got up and deadpanned, “Wow.”

“Ah, you’re no fun.”

“I’m sure that is immensely practical on a day-to-day basis,” Mimi said. “A fine consolation for being unable to reach around three-bend corners.”

“Oh sure,” I said, stepping out of the ring and picking it up again. “You can do that, but can you make this love you?”

I gave the ring an underhanded throw towards the hallway, with a twist to make it spin madly. It bounced twice, still spinning, then rolled back to my waiting arms.

A voice from the hallway shouted, “What was that?” Paint stuck her lizardy snout around the corner, and was utterly flabbergasted when I did it again. “How did you do that? Can you teach me?”

“See, she’s fun,” I said to Mimi. “Sure thing, Paint!”

“Well sure; she’s got fingers too.” Mimi waved a tentacle and went back to sorting the boxes while I showed Paint how to use vital engine components for childhood tricks.

~~~

The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come!

[sound-wav3]

Fictober 2024

C'mon

Prompt: 4 ("no, we're not doing that")

Fandom: Original Work

Rating: T

Content: Mild Profanity

"Absolutely not."

"C'mon."

"Hell no."

"It's safe. Y'know, mostly. It'll be fun! I promise you'll like it!"

"No, we're not doing that, Kya!"

I looked down dejectedly. I had an idea. I looked up.

"Don't give me that look. The answer is no."

I continued to stare.

"...Fuck you. Fine."

I clapped excitedly.

"Only for tonight. You put me back to normal first thing tomorrow morning."

"Yeah, 'course! Now come here!"

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her into my lap. She looked up at me.

"You don't have to look so grumpy."

"Just do it and get this night over with."

I laughed before chanting something. She slowly started to shrink down in my lap.

"This is the only time this is happening."

"Suuuure."

I laughed again.

"You're gonna love being my pet. Promise."

Her six inch tall self flipped me off.

[bilbosmom-belladonna]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham & Eddie Munson Characters: Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham, Steve Harrington Additional Tags: Angst, Grief/Mourning, Canonical Character Death, Eating Disorders, Chrissy Cunningham & Eddie Munson Friendship, POV Eddie Munson, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting Series: Part 5 of BilbosMom's Steddie Ficlets Summary:

Eddie fiddled with his rings during the funeral, idly tuning out most of the service; nobody there seemed interested in honoring the Chrissy he remembered.

[zerolostwalks]

Inny rocking up 4 days late with a prompt of "Did you know you talk in your sleep?" for Willex. =D Pretty please?

Alex groaned as the light hit his face, even through his eyelids it was drilling straight into his brain. The pain not aided by the pressure building up in his sinuses. Unfortunately what he was hoping was bad allergies looked to more likely be a cold. 

“Morning.” Willie hummed into his neck, the weight around Alex’s waist tightening ever so slightly. “Sleep well?”

“Uuugh, I don’t know if I even did sleep.” Alex spoke, the words rough in his throat. “Did you know you talk in your sleep?”

“I actually didn't.” Willie laughed, his breath tickling the back of Alex’s neck. “Did I say anything interesting?”

“It was mostly gibberish about a raccoon.”

“Hmm, wish I could remember that dream. Anyway, you definitely were asleep because you snore.”

Alex’s face caught fire as he scoffed. Or attempted to anyway the sharp inhale of breath triggered a small coughing fit. Though that didn’t stop him from trying to defend himself. “I do not snore.”

After helping Alex sit up and ensuring he could breathe, Willie broke into more laughter. “You definitely snore.” He said, ruffling Alex’s hair further and ignoring the glare. “But don’t worry, it’s a very cute snore.”

“No snore is cute.” Alex muttered, internally debating sending Willie away to try and hopefully not get him sick too. . .though it was probably too late for that. 

Willie shrugged with a hum settling his head into Alex’s shoulder, clearly not caring if he got sick. “Agree to disagree.” He stated simply, gently patting Alex’s thigh. “I don’t know about you but I could use some tea.”

[wldrose]

@kanabiveil

"Tch, where's the boys when I need 'em?" Maybe she shouldn't have gone shopping like this on her own, but to be fair she really needed more decorations for her room! Had to throw some things out and put new things in!

Maybe she'll call Vash Or Wolfwood? Clicking her tongue, she drops her bags with a huff and leans back. "Euuugh, my BAaaaaaaaack!" And a small satisfying pop can be heard. It certainly must have felt good with how she sighed with contempt, "Fuck yeah."

Sniffing, she pulls out her phone and hums as she scrolls through the lists of names. "Mmm, Wolfwood's got a motorcycle." Looking down at the amount she's splurged on...yeeeah.

Maybe she can just SUCK IT UP. It wasn't that much further! A train ride wasn't bad!

[snakebites-and-ink]

Whumpuary #7: "I didn't know where else to go" / Bruises / Drugged

CW: Noncon drugging, noncon touch (non-sexual)

They felt like they were floating.

Not exactly in a pleasant way, but not in an upsetting way either. They had a vague awareness that they should be upset, probably, but it was hard to be upset when they couldn’t even keep ahold of most of their own thoughts.

A voice came to them soft and muddled, as if through water. “Hey…Whumpee…you with me?”

Whumpee couldn’t quite place whose the voice was, but they had an impression it wasn’t someone they liked on wanted near them. They couldn’t find it in them to pull away, though, not when they were floating away anyways.

They felt a hand on their face, and the touch seemed more tingly than it should have been. They let out a displeased huff of air, which was about as communicative as they felt like they could be for the moment.

A similar sigh came from the person who touched them. “...gave you too much…more careful next time….”

Normally they’d be bothered by mention of a “next time.” Right now they couldn’t bring themself to care either way.

[yukidragon]

Would Jack be unable to read the players mind if they're paranoid about that sorta thing?

I suspect that to be the case. After all, Jack can't do anything without his sunshine's consent. I think I've touched on this topic in previous posts actually. I suspect MC subconsciously wants to be understood and have that deep connection with someone, which Jack is kind of taking advantage of to peek into their thoughts.

[megamindsupremacy]

Flashfam fic rec list

These kids were fast as lightning by sibley (ferns)

Sure, the whole “let’s race for charity” thing had been done before by the real Jesse Quick and Superwoman, but supervillain threats didn’t stop just so the big leagues could help raise money for cancer research. And Kid Quick and Supergirl are just as fast.

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A flash by any other name by ruralfishingcat

Barry Allen, newly the Flash, has kept his civilian identity a secret. Except, maybe not as secret as he hoped, thanks to the Green Lantern.

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Live fast, die young by poppiesandsunflowers

Barry Allen experiences the worst day of his life. Somehow, things end up getting better for him.

I also recommend everything else by poppiesandsunflowers, they’re my favorite flashfam writer

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System shock by insanetrolllogic

A kid with super speed appears in S.T.A.R. labs looking for the Flash.

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Iris West and the Multiple Resurrections of Eobard Thawne by poppiesandsunflowers

Family bonding is when you bury the body of a time-traveler together, over and over and over again.

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Flash of Rage by Wallyallens

Wally puts a man in hospital in a rare show of anger from the good-natured speedster, angering the rest of the League when it throws their reputation on the line. But when they confront Flash about his actions, they learn more than they asked for.

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in another time by yellow_caballero

Time travel is confusing. Time travel is confusing even when your entire family is nothing but a hodge-podge of time travelling refugees, rejects, and heroes. Finding out that your adult cousins are your kids from the future, that your weird uncle is from the 1800s, and that your entire family is the Flash, is the most confusing at all. Wally West is fourteen, and he has it rough.

Still, there are upsides. Wally has the help of his best friend Linda in his tireless quest to find his future wife. He has his cousin's/daughter's/mentor's support in becoming Impulse to the Flash, the greatest hero of all time. And he has the help of his weird friend Robin, Rich Grayson, and the Teen Titans in making sure that he survives long enough to get married in the first place.

Wally isn't sure how to beat destiny, save the world, and get the girl (?). But he's living in the future and running in the fast lane, and no one can stop him.

[elvendara]

AU-gust day 14

14 Aug 23 Wizards & Witches

Saeran lay in Yoosung’s arms, red hair tickling the blond’s nose. He inhaled and squeezed tighter, remembering the first time they’d seen each other. Yoosung was once again following a furry friend through the grey landscape of the city. He’d cast a spell on the rodent so no one could see him. There was fear and anxiety as they ran through the streets. Something was wrong, someone, somewhere was in trouble.

As he followed the rodent into the dark and nosceous inducing alley, he came to a complete stop and slapped a hand across his nose and mouth. The smell was unbearable. The rodent, noticing Yoosung had stopped following him, returned and stood on its hind legs, nose twitching.

“I know, I know. Just…give me a sec.” he pulled a handkerchief, thank you mom for insisting he always carry one, and wrapped it around his head. The smell was a bit more bearable though he tried to take only short quick breaths.

They took off again and soon enough he heard a small cry in the darkness. Slowing down he approached tentatively. Shadows covered the area, light only slightly filtering in from the waning sun, but there, huddled in a corner between a dumpster and the wall was a small child. The boy looked up, startled as Yoosung approached.

Yoosung guessed he was about his own age, but so frail looking that he was afraid a single touch would shatter him. The large amber eyes staring back at him were frightened, and he tried to scooch his body further away but there was nowhere left to go.

“It’s OK, I’m not going to hurt you.” He stopped walking forward and squatted in front of the boy. Closer inspection showed that his hair was a vivid red under the grime. His lip was split but the blood was already dry. He had a black eye that looked fresher and some bruising on his arms and legs with varying degrees of healing.

Living in the city with a decent family Yoosung had not been privy to much of the darker aspects of society, but since his magic had manifested, he had seen more than he cared to in his 13 years of life. More than enough for an entire lifetime. Whoever had beat the boy, it looked to be an ongoing occurrence. Most likely culprits would be his own parents. The thought boiled his blood.

He sat and took out a chocolate bar he had been saving for after dinner.

“Are you hungry?” he held out the bar halfway between them and waited. The boy wiped his tears, creating another streak of filth across his cheeks. He blinked at him and hesitantly reached out, ready to recoil in an instant. The body language made Yoosung clinch his jaw with anger at how unfair life was.

The rat climbed up Yoosung’s leg and onto his shoulder. He could feel the satisfaction raidiating off his body. The boy’s eyes widened even more at the sight.

“This is…well…I guess he doesn’t have a name, but, he’s my friend. He led me to you because he was worried.”

“About me?” his voice was soft and angelic.

“Mmhmm.” Yoosung nodded. “Would you like to pet him?”

“Can I?” the chocolate was forgotten in the curiosity of something new. Yoosing picked up the rat and set it gently on the boy’s lap. He smiled with genuine delight, as if he’d never seen anything like it. He pet the rat and it snuggled close.

“Saeran!” a voice interjected into the darkness.

“Oh! That’s my brother, I…I should go…thank you.” He said and stood, handing the rat back. They were close, almost eye to eye. Yoosung didn’t want to leave, but what else could he do? The boy walked away, looking back once and waving. He saw another boy at the end of the alley waiting, as Saeran reached him, he embraced him and it set Yoosung at ease, this was not the cause of his hurt. He himself sighed and walked away.

The next time was the same, and the time after that. Three times his furry friends led him to Saeran. The fourth was the last, almost 5 years since the third time. Again, he lay in a dark alley, having been beaten badly. It was as if he didn’t care what happened to him. Yoosung had taken him home and cleaned him up.

His furry friends had grown since the first time and his apartment was full of animals that came and went as they pleased.

“How do you always know where to find me?” Saeran had asked.

“I put a spell on you the first time we met.” Yoosung answered.

“Of course you did.” He sighed with a weak smile as he sat on the sofa. “Why bother with me at all?”

“Someone has to, and my friends would never let me hear the end of it.”

“Why do they care?” he eyed the array of animals before him, hands itching to dig into fur. The dog obliged, laying its head on his lap happily. With a sigh Saeran gave in to his impulse, why was petting a dog so satisfying?

“They’re very good judges of character and have an incredible sense of justice if you can believe that.” Yoosung gave Saeran a cup of tea and they sat mostly in silence.

They’d been together ever since. Saeran stayed and they built a life together. He never thought much about his magic, didn’t really use it for more than communicating with the animals and to help those around him when he was able, but he was more than thankful that it had brought him the love of his life. He kissed the top of Saeran’s head, and the man sighed in his sleep, snuggling more, as if he was trying to meld into Yoosung’s body. He laughed and closed his eyes.

[goddesstrolls]

Kasora looked out across the dark rink, bracing herself on the barriers.

She enjoyed skating when she could on frozen lakes, surrounded by snowy scenery. But after one of her last outings where she fell through the ice...She was done with that for a while.

Besides, there was something enticing about an indoor rink. The spectacle of it all, of crowds and lights and judges, the thrill of competition.

There was none of that right now. Not a single soul in this rink except her.

She pushed out into the ice, gliding forward. She circled, gaining speed. Then she jumped, a toe loop, two rotations, and then landed it and continued gliding on. Kasora turned, skating backwards and gaining more speed. She turned again, slowing somewhat into a spin; Arching her back, head tilted upwards, one leg straight slowly bending the other behind her, and grabbing her skate with one hand and bracing her shin with the other. Her foot was very nearly behind her head, now, and she was still spinning.

Gracefully, she lowered from the spin and continued onwards, making a circuit before leaping again, aiming for an axel this time-

“KASORA SHEVIR!”

She flubbed the landing, wobbling on her skates and awkwardly regaining her balance. She turned to see an older ceruleanblood standing on the other side of the barrier, a most severe expression on her wrinkled face.

“SEVEN SWEEPS!” The woman boomed. “You vanish off the face of the planet for SEVEN SWEEPS, and I find you back in my rink without a word-”

Kasora broke into laughter, letting her whole body relax- Doubling over as though to touch her toes and turning it into a deep bow.

“I’m back, Donhal!”

“Don’t ‘I’m back’ me, you whelp!”

Kasora only laughed and began gliding around the rink again. She didn’t do any moves in particular, just moving and dancing across the ice. She bridged into a proper routine- One of the first Donhal had taught her. Donhal watched, silent.

“Beautiful,” muttered Donhal, loud enough for Kasora to hear. “You always were my best student.”

Kasora smiled, eyes closed and head back as though basking in her teacher’s praise.

“-Except for your attitude!” Snapped the old woman. “What have you been doing these past seven sweeps?!”

Kasora didn’t reply, too busy with her dance routine.

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 9)

Uzi was in the snow, V lie dead, nanite tail pierced through her neck. And sword buried in her chest. N lay in her arms, core quickly fading into nothingness. His visor looking betrayed, oil leaking from his split open chassis. His eyelights and visor were dim, growing dimmer.

“No no no no!, I didn't, N please hold on!” She was trying helplessly to put him back together, trying to hold him together herself using her tail, but the damage was too great, his vents began to cycle down, his core stuttering in his chest.

“Fuck! No! Please! I need you!” She cried, but the dying drone in her arms just smiled, taking her cheek and running this thumb over the bottom crease of her visor.

“You'll be okay.”

His system lurched, and a cascading error flashed on his face accompanied by the loud, horrible screech of his audio devices failing, oil spewed from his mouth as he choked on his last breath.

Then it was over, he laid limp and cold, like any other burned out machine on Copper-9.

“N…V…” She choked out before sobbing into her best freinds hat, her entire body shaking with every heavy heave. She didn't mean to, she didn't...

“Uzi?” She heard his voice from behind her, but that wasn't right… he was dead, dead and never coming back and she'd never gotten to tell him how much he meant to her.

“I'm right here Zi.” She felt arms wrapping around her middle from behind her, she could feel his warmth, but she was still holding his cold body, how…?

“It's okay, I'm okay.” She let out a whimper, the oil stained her hands and body, her teeth glistened with it, she felt bile rise in her throat as she realized it was his oil that stained her mouth, that tasted like heaven on earth.

“Hey, look at me.” The N gently hugging her from behind forced her to look at him with his finger, an action that seemed a bit too aggressive for him, but it did the trick. She ripped her gaze away from the N in her arms.

“It's okay, it's not real, I'm real, I'm right here.” He took her cheek in his hand, denting the soft silicone as his fingers traced the same line as the other N had.

Eventually the dead N in her arms faded away, and the one holding her caressed her cheek, looking at her oh so sweetly, she buried herself into him, not quite believing he was real.

The oil staining her body seemed to evaporate, the fuzziness in her head seemed to slowly clear, although it left her head slightly tender.

“I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…” She whimpered out, she'd lost control, she'd begun to overheat and this time nothing had brought her out of it until both N and V lay lifeless in the snow.

“I'm here, it's okay.” She felt his tail wrap around hers and hold her there, his hand on her back and pushing her into his chest where she could hear his core-beat. He was alive, he had to be, she knew that sound as if it were her own.

“I…need help, I'm scared N.”

“I know, it's gonna be okay. We'll figure it out, together.” He took both of her hands into his own, holding them tightly, all but forcing her to look into those honeyed eyes.

“Please… don't leave me…” one of his hands moved to her cheek, pulling her visor into his, their foreheads met with a light tap from the glass.

“Never.” He purred, sqeezing her hand and pulling it into his chest, where she could still feel his core humming away, grounding her. They remained like that for a long time, until her breathing evened out and her logical thinking returned to her.

“This is a dream… isn't it?” She asked N, and at first he didn't respond, but then his eyes opened and he looked at her with a small smile.

“You're always so smart Zi.” He hummed, still holding her, still pressing his visor against hers. He was so warm.

“You're not the real N either.”

“Yes… No? I'm a real as you want me to be.” His voice went slightly deeper, a blush covering his visor, eyelights heavy in an expression not unlike the one he wore in the nursery.

“Ugh… cliche.” She rolled her eyes but still found herself smiling, this was a much nicer dream, even if this still wasn't the real N. Although it was weird that she couldn't force herself to wake up after she figured out it was a dream.

“But it made you laugh.” He grinned, before his expression changed again, back to sweet, back to loving. Back to making her core flutter with how he was looking at her.

“You want me to kiss you, right?” He asked, cocking his head like it was a completely normal question and not asking about a kiss. She felt her entire artificial nervous system alight.

“I… No. I don't.” She lied terribly, something dream N caught onto immediately, somehow pressing them closer without closing what little gap there was between their visors.

“You're a terrible lair Zi.” He whispered, sending chills up her back as his expression changed again into something she'd never seen on his face before. Longing.

“Even if I do, you aren't the real N.” She hissed, feeling too soft and falling back onto being prickly, all he did was laugh though, much like the real N whenever she fell back into habit with him.

“Then tell the real N. Or stop pretending you don't want this and kiss me.” He said simply, which sounded more like something that would come out of V’s mouth than N’s, but Uzi couldn't bring herself to argue. Instead finding herself drawn in by how… forward he was being.

She looked away, still feeling his warmth, his core humming, his hand caressing her face like she was the most precious thing in the world to him. Well… this was just a dream, it's not like anyone would know.

And so she looked back, nervously smiling leaning in closer.

He did the same, his hand falling to her hip as he closed the gap…

And she snapped awake.

“Agh… huh?” It felt as though she was slapped by a wet peice of meat, her head groggy and limbs feeling fuzzy.

Most of all though, she felt warm. Which could only mean that the real N was the one that was radiating that warmth, and his core-beat humming gently next to her head.

She squeaked, blushing so hot she felt it burn her neck. She was as close to him as she could possibly get, legs tangled in his, hands gripping the fur of his jacket, and tail wound tightly around his.

Thank Robo-God he was asleep, otherwise she may have overheated and died right there and then. What a way to go.

His hat had been jostled off, revealing more of his platinum blonde hair, he was snoring lightly, and his tail twitched a little, followed by an incomprehensible mumble.

He looked adorable.

She went over her memories of the night before, the events being foggy, at best. Only to find her blush getting larger as she realized how out of it she'd been.

She'd called him a bird! Please bury her in the corpse spire where she'd never be found.

But it wasn't entirely her fault, her dreams had been so… vivid lately, even the one she'd just awoken from had been rather tame, nothing compared to the lovecraftian horrors she'd normally had to face. She never seemed to get much sleep.

She checked her charge, surprised to see that the first time in a long time, she was fully charged.

“Huh… thanks N.” She mumbled, slowly unwinding herself from his rather tight grip. Putting her tail away and looking around, trying to find her beanie, only to find it lodged in N's grip.

She leaned forward and pulled it gently, trying to snatch in back, only for his grip to immediately tighten, and a small growl escape from his chassis.

Well that was new.

“N, it's me, gimme my beanie.” She said flatly, pulling a little harder.

At the sound of her voice his growl immediately died, and his grip loosened allowing her to pull it out of his grasp.

“Zi…” He mumbled, causing a violet blush to invade her visor, immediately reminded of her dream, she wasn't sure what drew her in with that nickname.

“Yeah, I'm here goober.” She replied back, putting on her beanie and fixing her hair, which was much less tangled than usual. Weird.

She stood up, looking around N's nest, it was filled with salvaged blankets, pillows, and plush animals, covering up the macabre walls of the corpse spire with as much as possible.

She wondered how this effected him, sleeping in a structure made of his past victims, not all of them were his doing sure, but many were. Would he want to move into the bunker? Move out of this giant reminder of his pain?

She'd have to ask.

She stretched, letting out her wings and tail again to stretch them up and out as well before scrambling up the spire using the hands on her wings to check up on it's other inhabitant.

Only to find V was gone, her near empty nest vacant. Only a strip of paper laid on the edge, ripped straight from a notebook.

Lissy’s

Was the only thing written in loopy, cursive handwriting, Uzi couldn't help but smile a little bit. For a drone hellbent on murder, she sure had a soft spot for the popular drone.

While there wasn't a lot in V's nest, there were some personal items, namely a pair of glasses, a digital makeup set, her prom dress, and a knife sharpener. Because of course, it was V.

There was also a singular plush, an old ratted one that looked ancient. It was a dog, more specifically a golden retriever. With a once white, now yellow, bone in it's mouth.

Uzi felt her core pang with a split second of jealousy, even though she shouldn't and it was wildly out of place. V had a soft spot for N, they'd been… close, for lack of a better word. And Uzi knew that, she'd seen both their memories, and she also knew V had changed a lot since then, if she still harbored feelings, she didn't show them very well.

After jealousy, she felt happy that maybe they'd be able to rekindle some sort of friendship out of whatever mess they had going on right now. They both deserved that, even if V would fight like hell rather than ever admit that was something she would want.

They were rather alike in that way.

She shook it off, put the note back where it was and flew further up the spire into J’s nest, which was completely empty. Save for one item. A framed picture of a young human girl, with the insignia Tessa.

That and a shit ton of JCJenson pens, all stacked neatly in the corner. Good old OCD.

She let out a sigh before letting herself glide down back to edge of N's nest, where he'd fallen over, curling around his own hat that he was gripping tightly. His nanite canister next to his head.

It was still light out, although the sun was getting rather low in sky, beginning to tint the sky a pastel pink.

So she sat watching it go down, a hand on N's back, and swiped through her playlist, oh wait…

She'd forgotten she'd added Eternal Dream to her playlist, and she'd seen he'd saved it to his own system, a blush made it's way to her face, happy he liked it but embarrassed he'd heard it.

She'd listened to it on repeat the entire week after prom, committing the entire thing to permanent memory, it was sappy as hell and she'd never admit it, but it was one of the only songs she'd ever sung; In the privacy of her room of course.

Still, she set it to play as her fingers found their way into his hair, untangling the strands, she felt him relax, a low purr coming from his chassis.

And she smiled.

Next ->

[nihils-trolls]

Something About Collected Moss

Reader’s warning: May contain upsetting content.

“Duvess Carrio! You sick fuck! We need to have a talk,” shouted a voice from down the hall- echoing, and practically boiling with rage.

Jurrim had stormed his way down to Duvess’s office, slamming the door open and letting it bounce off of the wall. He would find no one to try and stop him, and she had been expecting him- not all that surprised at his apparent temper. Her expression was stoic and calm as she shuffled the papers on her desk to the side.

“Easy there, you’re going to damage the wallpaper. This isn’t really a talk if you’re shouting at me, is it? What’s wrong, dear?” That’s strange, she thinks. Had he broken through again? She’s having to do the altering more and more frequently. It has to be taking its toll at this point.

“Don’t. Call me that.” He spits his words through gritted teeth, annoyed by her very existence. Jurrim paced the floor in front of her, circling like a voracious predator.  “You swore you wouldn’t pull that manipulative bullshit again. Messiahs above, I should’ve known better.”

He stops- directing his piercing gaze to Duvess, probing for answers. “How long have I been out? Nights? Weeks?” 

Oh. So he had broken out of it, and it was taking its toll. I mean, just look at him- walking like that and raving like a lunatic. 

“Hm. A few perigees. I don’t really see what all the fuss is about. You seemed to be doing just fine, anyway.” It was longer than that, but he doesn't have to know the truth. She replied in such a lackadaisical manner, as if it were normal to shut someone out of their entire mental processes for a few perigees on end.

This only infuriated the violet. Something had snapped inside that thinkpan of his- he just couldn’t believe what she was saying. “You’re telling me, I was doing that shitty excuse for entertainment- actual torture- for perigees?! You realize the amount of trolls you had me be judge, jury and executioner for?”

He remembers everything. Each face, each cry for mercy. Each death at his own hands. It's a lot for one person to receive suddenly, all at once.

“Of course. I do have to keep track of that sort of thing, you know.” With a huff, she props her head up with her hand. “I don’t really think you have room to talk about this sort of thing. You had blood on your hands well before you met me, right?”

That vile grin she held on her face. What the hell was she so giddy about? He wants to lunge for her throat, to wring that head clear from her shoulders. But something tells him that he can’t- no, that he’s not allowed. 

“Maybe, but that? That is not the same as what you’re forcing me to do here- now. This isn’t entertainment, this is a sick, twisted joke. And it’s not funny-”

“God, I miss the other you. I worked hard to get you to that state, don’t you know?”  Duvess interrupts him, rolling her eyes. Her tone had shifted- now cold and demanding. “Be a doll, would you? Shut your trap and drop to your knees.”

Something overcame Jurrim- that familiar, dreaded itch inside his head that only grew more intense the more he tried to resist the command. It’s almost painful. Too much. He falls to the ground, silent- yet still dealing her a baleful glare.

“Oof, well that sure is a sight to behold.” Duvess cackles, standing up from her seat and stepping over to her ‘ward.’ “We both know that we’re too far into this to stop now. I can’t just let you leave, either. Not only are you keeping our sponsors in good spirits, you’re also letting me have the time of my life.”

Jurrim manages to spit out a few words despite the compulsion working against him. “One of these nights, I’m going t-to rend you limb f-from fucking limb- slowly, and as painfully as possible.”

“Ooohhh, I’d love to see you try, dear.” She giggles again, sinking down to his eye-level. “I’m rather curious, though. How do you keep managing to come to your senses, hm?”

She pauses for a moment, focusing on her target. “I suppose it doesn’t matter that much, does it... You might as well just sit back, and enjoy the show.”

For Jurrim, that’s the last thing he hears before being sent back to the recesses of his mind. That grating laughter, and sharp, trill voice. God, how he loathed that voice.

[sound-wav3]

Fictober 2024

Coffee

Prompt: 21 ("we’ve done worse")

Fandom: Original Work

Rating: T

Content: Mild gore

"We could flay it." A gruff voice.

"Wow. No we're not flaying it. What's wrong with you?" A soft voice.

"We've done worse."

"Yeah, but this one's not on the list."

I slowly opened my eyes. The world was sideways. Or, no. I'm sideways. I sit up.

"Ah, you're awake. Good afternoon."

"Where am-" I froze. These were monsters. They were covered in black fur with sharp, curved claws. Their faces were covered in what looked like skulls. The one on the right was bigger and bulkier with a deer skull and antlers. It's fur looked exceptionally well cared for. The one on the left was a bit shorter and less bulky with a wolf skull. It's fur was ragged.

"And now it's seen us. Look, let's split him. I'll take the left half."

"We're not eating him! Sorry about him."

I couldn't speak. Behind the two of them was an arm. Just an arm and blood. A lot of blood. I looked back at the two monsters.

The wolf skull kneeled down in front of me. Kind of. It was more like sitting like a dog due to its digitigrade legs. "Let me be open and honest here. We're Fae. We were hired to kill several people all listed out for us. You are lucky and are not on that list. So, I'm just gonna erase your memories and knock you back out. It's not an exact science, so you might lose a bit extra. Can't be helped."

"I still think we should tear him apart too."

So lose my memories or death. No better time to shoot your shot. "Or I don't say anything and you and I can get coffee sometime?"

Everyone froze. I noticed blood dripping off it's claws. It stared down at my deeply blushing face.

"Can we tear him apart now?"

"No! I'm getting coffee with him now!"

Yes! The fortune teller was right! I was gonna meet my match after being kidnapped.

[llycaons]

Section Five: Part XIII

The little ones: works focused on the children

*a truth universal by curiositykilled

summary: another juniors-try-to-get-wx-together fic that’s surprisingly good. funny and believable - when it starts, all the kids are drunk, and their attempts to interfere with wwx’s personal life are recognized as embarrassing and silly. more of a character study on lsz and his complicated relationship with wwx/the lan sect/his name than anything. really refreshing and offering more nuance than ‘perfect son is grateful and loves his parents with no further thought’. cql canon work issues: none author issues: none but it looks like some of their works are incredibly gory and disturbing and contain *shudders* jc/wq, so watch out

The Birds and The Bees (and The Bunnies) by Beltenebra

summary: jin ling tries to get some sex ed from the adults in his life, and mostly fails because all the adults in his life have too many issues and problems. honestly pretty sweet, and quite funny. either canon, probably work issues: wwx’s attempt at teaching was a bit…weird? and jl did say he felt a little traumatized after, but imo it wasn’t as bad as it was in other fics, and even a little funny since his advice was so hyperspecific and useless to jl author issues: none

i’m haunted by the letters of your name by wizardlover

summary: postcanon, jin ling sees visions of jgy, and grapples with his conflicting feelings about him. the friendship between the juniors in this was just incredibly sweet. and jc is at his absolute best. it’s enough to call him ooc, but it’s still nice to see him being so emotionally aware and supportive. I <3 jin ling. either canon, but probably cql-leaning work issues: none author issues: they’re a big fan of nhs/jgy

Sect Leader Jingyi by Fortune_Maiden

summary: sect leader jingyi baby!!! work issues: none author issues: lxc/nhs

another name for ghosts by seularen

summary: postcanon, a still-estranged jin ling visits wwx at CR, and lwj tries to keep it from being a disaster for everyone involved. I didn’t really like the lwj in this one, because he’s firmly his novel self and I don’t like novel lwj much as a person, but he was well-written and the way the work teased out jl and wwx’s respective issues and traumas was really something. novel canon work issues: none author issues: incredibly weird about sex scenes outside of this work. a lot of cnc-adjacent stuff. xiyao also

Impartiality by lindoreda

summary: on lsz and his relationship with lwj over the years, done in a way I found original and interesting and true to canon. at one point the kids get curious and start snooping and they find lwj’s erotica collection and it’s very awkward for everyone but it’s wholesome I swear. either canon, I think work issues: it’s been a hot minute since I’ve read this but I don’t think there’s anything to worry about author issues: none

*Ouyang Zizhen and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day by huxiyi

summary: modern AU oyzz, normal high school student trying to do well in class, doesn’t care about the unfolding jc and wwx and lwj drama at ALL and is progressively frustrated and annoyed that his friends do. quite funny work issues: none I think? author issues: has written genderbends

Small Medium Large by HerenorThereNearnorFar

summary: postcanon, a-qing is alive. ish. she’s jin ling’s advisor, a darling cousin of wwx, protectee of fairy, recipient of jiang sect gifts, and close friends with the other kids. as a medium, she perceives the injustices done to unquiet dead and helps then find retribution. a good time, I love a-qing. either canon but probably more cql work issues: none author issues: xuexiao

three days gone by occultings (microcomets)

summary: postcanon wwx, stuck at koi tower and missing his husband, decides to bother jin ling. as per usual, wwx is a bit of a menace, but they have a couple of very sweet moments. wwx also talks a little about his sexuality in a way that’s not over-exaggerated or made into a joke, which is nice to see. I’m feeling novel-verse for this one mind the notes - those jin cousins are homophobic work issues: none author issues: has written genderbends, sex pollen, and ‘allusions to cnc’

hills and rivers are waiting by LtLJ

summary: postcanon, jin ling tries to connect with his wandering uncle wei through the endowment of an outpost from which to night-hunt from. funny and sweet, and they really nailed how badass and competent wwx is. cql canon I liked this work, but the others in the series I tried to read are really bad and ooc, and kind of depressing. the way they write wx sucks for reasons that are unique to this fic (mostly by making them see each other only rarely and having lwj act like a shitty partner by not standing with wwx publicly for political reasons) and I don’t recommend them work issues: none author issues: none

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