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[moonchild9350]

Spell for Love

Summary: You were given a familiar, Seungmin, long ago to help guide you in your practice as a witch. Seungmin is your everything, both of you being destined to fall for each other. However, fate has other plans as there's chaos when you both break the rules with your love.

Pairing: Familiar Seungmin x Witch gn reader

Genre: fantasy au, thriller, fluff, angst, smut- 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: witchcraft (duh), violence, mention of chronic illness, mention of blood, mention of death, p in v penetration, creampie (dont), multiple rounds, they're in love your honor lol

Notes: Seungmin would make a good familiar hehe. Anyhoo spooktober continues with week 3 and I hope you enjoy this next installment!

If you enjoyed, please consider a like, comment, and reblog as it keeps me motivated ♡

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Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)

“Love is a strange dark magic, where death may only make it stronger, the softest kiss in the wrong direction can stew it away forever.”-Atticus

You have known Seungmin since you were a child, a little witch under the care of your mother and aunts. He was your familiar, a spirit sent to guide you throughout your life as a witch.

He was assigned to you at the measly age of six, at your coming of age as a witch. You remember the day, how it was filled with ceremonies and rituals, sanctifying you as a witch. Both of you received matching signets, a raven, branded onto your skin to show you were bound to each other for eternity.

At first you were a little weary of the boy, his hair always disheveled, his clothes a mess. He was also quiet, taking a while to break out of his shell, while you were full of energy, often bouncing around him talking nonstop.

Seungmin often took refuge in his familiar form, a shaggy black dog, when you were younger which seemed to be more comfortable for him. Despite this, he always was there to guide you and ensure you were on the proper track in your studies.

As you grew, he became your best friend and confidant. If you were in one spot, he wasn’t too far behind. If you got into yet another fight with the other witches at school, he would be the one to break up the fight and then later proceed to comfort you. Seungmin became your foundation through the rockiest points in your life.

However, that was years ago. Now you both were not so little and living in a small town. You had a little cottage in the woods, the one with flowers in the windows and lining the walkway to the door. Your prized garden was out back, filled with flowers and herbs you used for your potions. Smoke billows from the chimney into the night air, the fire casting a warm glow.

If anyone looked through the window, they’d catch a glimpse of a cozy scene, none the wiser to who lived at the little cottage. You chose to stay a little ways from town, as not everyone accepted you and what you were. They’d cast you looks and steer clear of you when passing you in town.

The townsfolk warned their children to never go to the cottage in the woods, lest they want to become the victim of the witches spell. It was all hodgepodge, however, as you and Seungmin were the most down to earth people, staying to yourselves and nice to everyone you met.

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Today was an important day, one you had been looking forward to. You were summoned for a job, to help cure a sick child within the town. You often offered your services of healing, wanting to help others instead of staying cooped up in your cottage.

However, it has been months since your last summons, as the townsfolk did not want to believe in such "witchcraft." Therefore, when a desperate mother showed up at your door step, pleading for you to help her daughter, you gladly accepted the mother's plea.

So here you were, sliding a dress over your legs, pulling it up around your body, the material fitting perfectly along your slender frame. Seungmin watched from his chair in the corner, his eyes lingering on your curves as you fiddled with the sleeves. He loved your body, slender but plush in all the right places, perfect for his arms to wrap around.

Seungmin loved everything about you. He has ever since he first met you when he was appointed your familiar. He would do just about anything for you, and he means anything. Right about now, that includes fastening the buttons on the back of your dress.

“Thanks Min,” you said with a warm smile, watching as Seungmin fastened your dress, feeling the brush of his fingers through the fabric, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

Seungmin smiled, his lip curling up at your praise. Your grin grew wider as you smoothed your dress down. You turned to face Seungmin, as he stood in front of you, his eyes looking into yours expectedly. You placed your hands on either side of his face and squished his cheeks playfully, a soft whine falling from his mouth in protest. You giggled at the noise, amused at his annoyance at the gesture.

You both stood there for who knows how long, staring into each other’s eyes, the love you have for each other radiating within the small room.

Yes, you love Seungmin. You have for years. He’d do anything for you, he cares for you, more than you can say for most people. You wondered if he loves you back, loves you unconditionally just like you do for him?

You smile one last time, before dropping your arms and walking away.

“Let’s go Min,” you said, grabbing your pouch with the potion that would heal the child.

You both left the cottage and made your way towards town to Marion's house. Marion was the name of the child you were summoned to heal. She had an illness that has been plaguing her for years and wouldn’t go away. The town’s doctors did not know what caused her illness, every form of treatment failing. Over the last fortnight, it has been getting worse, as she’s not even able to get out of bed.

Seungmin watched as you clutched your pouch closer to your body as you hurried down the path. He could tell you were eager, as it’s been a while since you’ve been summoned. He helped you prepare the perfect potion for Marion, one that will heal her if her parent’s followed the proper regimen.

“We need to add Reishi, Comfrey, sage for healing, and a little Hops for sedation,” Seungmin remembered you saying, handing you each ingredient when you asked for them. The aroma wasn’t exactly pleasant, but little work that you both do is so. “This will be perfect for the girl, should heal her in no time!” Seungmin sure hoped so for your sake.

It wasn't long until the town came into view, the buildings looming in the distance as the sun was setting, tucking itself in to rest. The moon was peaking out, slowly showing itself as it's time neared with each passing minute.

You could see people hurrying back home or the local pub for a bite to eat as their day was coming to an end. Seungmin walked closer to you, placing his arm on your back protectively, as he guided you through town.

There was something in the air, an electricity that seemed to dance through the humid air and dance across the skin, causing the hair on his arm to raise. The air felt thick, almost making it difficult to breathe. Seungmin was worried, his eyes darting this way and that, watching the many faces passing by as you got closer to little Marion’s house.

“It’s ok Min. We’ll complete the job and be back home before you know it,” you said, trying to soothe your familiar.

You could tell he was on edge as he ushered you through town. If he was in his familiar form, you're sure the fur on his back would be bristled, his ears perked up for any abnormal sounds.

He had reason to be on edge you thought as you felt it too, something looming around you, ready to pounce in the spur of the moment. You needed this job to go well, not only for Marion's sake but also because were running out of funds, your money jar just about empty back at the cottage.

Arriving at your destination, you both stopped in your tracks, staring at the door. You squeezed Seungmin’s hand in yours before knocking, your knuckles tapping the wood three times. You didn’t have to wait long as Marion’s mother opened the door not a moment later, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She regarded you with slight uncertainty, before stepping back and ushering you in.

You stepped over the threshold, following her silently, through the kitchen, the living area, and to a door. She looked at you once more before turning the knob and opening the door.

You were slightly taken aback, as sweltering heat hit you in the face, the room baking in the summer heat. The air was stale, the smell of yesterdays food and antiseptic permeating the room. The windows were closed and bolted tight, allowing no airflow into the room, other than from the door you stood at now.

You hesitated to walk in, your eyes wide in shock.

“We are at wits end y/n,” Marion’s mother exclaimed, “please help us!”

You regarded the woman in front of you, taking in her pleading, bloodshot eyes. You could tell she was suffering, the responsibility of caring for a sick child taking its tole. You nodded and looked at Seungmin, before making your way to Marion’s bed.

You sat your pouch down and rustled through it, looking for the potion that you and Seungmin had prepared the night before. You hand brushed against something smooth and small before you wrapped your fingers around it, pulling out a vial, the amber liquid within sloshing against the side. Smiling, you stood up and walked closer to Marion.

Looking at the girl, you could tell she was gravely ill, most likely on death’s door. You brushed your hand through her wispy hair, gently singing a soothing song. Marion opened her eyes, the sunken in orbs finding your face. You smiled and uncorked the vial, bringing it to her lips.

You encouraged her to drink with promises of healing, tipping the vial slowly into her mouth. Marion gulped it down as best as she could, her eyes never leaving yours. Once she was done, you discarded the vial and smiled before turning to face her mother.

“She should start to feel better within the week,” you said.

“Thank you! Thank you!” The mother cried, tears streaming down her face at the hope of her child finally being healed.

You nodded and reached out your hand, as the lady placed two silver coins into your palms. You thanked her and made to leave, Seungmin following close behind. You walked with purpose, the promise of a nice dinner for once on your mind, the sound of the two coins clinking together in your pouch.

“We can have anything for dinner tonight Min!” You exclaimed, grabbing his hand. “Let’s stop here at this pub.”

Seungmin agreed, excited at the prospect of eating more than a few potatoes. He followed you into the crowded pub, his eyes roaming over the people gathered there for dinner. He sniffed the air, the aroma of the pub's house stew permeating the air, causing him to salivate and his stomach to growl.

You came across a table in the corner that seemed good as any and so you both sat down, settling in on the old, wooden chairs. Seungmin ordered two bowls of the stew, smiling at the waitress as she placed two mugs of mead in front of you. You sighed in contentment as the golden liquid slid down your throat, settling in your belly, causing you to feel warm from the inside out.

You didn’t have to wait long for your food to arrive, as two piping hot bowls filled with meat and vegetables was placed in front of you. You grabbed your spoon and dug in, filling your belly with the warm stew. You both ate in silence, savoring the taste of the food and listening to the chatter of the other patrons, enjoying the cozy atmosphere.

You both were almost done eating when a guttural scream laced with anguish pierced the night air and traveled into the loud pub. Everyone quieted instantly at the sound, turning their heads to the door to see the source of the disturbance. The door swung open, the wood slamming against the wall, as a woman came running in, the skirt of her dress billowing behind her.

“You killed her!” She screamed over and over, tears streaming down her face as she pointed an accusing finger your way.

You recognized Marion’s mother, your heart dropping at the sight of her. What did she mean that you killed her? You almost fell backwards as she rushed at you, her arms outstretched as if to strangle you, fury mixed with despair plastered on her face.

“You killed her, you…you witch!” She screamed as she tried to claw at your face.

You tried to protect your face from her hands but shrieked as her hands eventually made contact, her sharp nails dragging down your cheek, drawing blood. Seungmin quickly grabbed your arm, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you up from your chair.

"We need to run, come on y/n!" Seungmin said, a sense of urgency in his voice.

You agreed, and started to run behind him, your free hand on your cheek trying to stop the bleeding from your wound. You both made it to the door in no time. Seungmin pushed passed the townsfolk who were trying to block your way to escape, flinging the door open causing the people to scatter.

You both ran down the path, causing dirt to fly everywhere, the dust coating the bottom of your dress. Dodging the people on the path proved easy as they hurried to get out of the way, their eyes widened as you two ran past.

You didn’t slow down, following behind Seungmin as he dragged you along. You were breathing heavy, as your lungs tried to expand with the amount of exertion you were placing on your body. The edge of town was in sight, the expanse of trees taking shape signaling that you were almost home. You didn’t stop running, not even when you arrived at your door.

Seungmin quickly unlocked the door and ushered you in, giving a quick glance down the path before closing the door quickly behind you and sliding the deadbolt in place, effectively locking it.

You sunk to the floor, your body falling into a heap, your hands trembling as you brought them to your face. You wondered where you went wrong, running over the steps of brewing the potion the night before. You went through each step, one by one, tears streaming down your face, but not able to think of one way you could have gone wrong.

You were shaken out of your thoughts by the feel of Seungmin’s warm hands on yours, as he carefully brought them away from your face to grasp them in his.

“Don’t cry, y/n,” he said, pain reflected in his eyes at your distress. “You didn’t do this. That child was close to death by the time we got there.”

You shook your head at his words, trying to believe in them. You looked down at your hands intertwined, watching as his fingers rubbed soothing circles over your knuckles. You were happy that Seungmin was here with you and comforting you.

Seungmin watched your face, pain in his heart as he watched the tears fall from your eyes, painting your beautiful face. His eyes wandered to the scratches on your cheek, blemishing the flesh that is usually flushed with red. He held your hands tighter in his, not wanting to let them go. He felt his heart swell, his love for you ever growing. He had to let you know just how much he cares for you, fearing that your time together is shorter than he would like.

“Y/n,” Seungmin whispered before leaning towards you, his gaze holding yours.

You did not move, frozen in place as you watched Seungmin lean closer and closer to you. You took in his shaggy hair, the tips of the strands lightly touching his eyelashes, almost obscuring his eyes. You gazed into the orbs which were focused on you, as they flicked from your eyes, down to your lips, and back to your eyes again.

You couldn’t believe this was happening, in all your grief from tonight’s events. Time seemed to stop as he hovered right in front of you, his warm breath gently tickling your face. Your breath caught as you felt his soft lips press against yours, the flesh melting into each other with each passing moment. The kiss was wet as your tears continued to stream down your face.

It was suddenly all a flurry of movement as you found yourself on the couch, Seungmin hovering over you as he continued to hurriedly kiss you. It was a moment of passion, your tongue tangling with his, as his hands grasped at your dress, hiking the fabric up and over your waist.

You spread your legs more, so he could slot himself more comfortably between them. There was a flurry of more fabric rustling, as Seungmin tried to remove his pants, his leaking cock springing free from its confines.

You gasped out, as he pushed into you, his cock stretching your little hole, causing you to tremble from both the pleasure and pain. Seungmin did not wait for you to accommodate to the stretch as he began to thrust his hips hard and fast into yours, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. He eyes raked over your face, taking in how your eyes were wide and mouth parted as he coaxed out little “oh, oh, ohs.”

He felt like he was on cloud nine, finally being able to have you, to have his cock buried deep within the woman he has always loved. Seungmin shuddered as he felt you clench around him, your pussy sucking him in, keeping him within the expanse of your warm walls.

You clutched onto his arms, bringing him closer to you to attach his lips to yours. With a few more strokes, you tipped over the edge, the warm feeling spreading throughout your core and body, your arousal dripping steadily, coating Seungmin's cock with your white, sticky arousal. You let out a low moan as you felt Seungmin's cock twitch within you, as he filled you up with his cum, marking you as his.

As you both came down from your highs, Seungmin whispered “I love you,” pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

You grinned and chuckled as you grasped his face repeating “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

You both laid there for what felt like forever, clutched in each other's arms, Seungmin's now softened cock still buried within you. The shadows from the fire danced on the walls, as the sun finally laid to rest, the moon finally making it's full appearance.

You couldn't get enough of the man above you, feeling his cock once again harden within you. You longed to feel the beat of his heart against your chest as you pulled him closer, his head buried in the crook of your neck as he slowly rocked into you. Time passes slowly and sweetly, your breath mixing with his moans, as he brought you both closer to yet another orgasm. You came with a sigh and his name on your lips as Seungmin whimpered, releasing his load within you.

You continued to profess your love for each other, whispering sweet nothings in the silence of the cottage until that silence was broken by a series of loud bangs on your door.

You both startled at the noise, panic taking over at what it could mean...or worse who it could be. You thought the townspeople had finally made it to your cottage, ready to take you in. Seungmin quickly got up, fixing his pants as he made his way to the door.

You sat up and straightened your dress, not caring at the sticky substance leaking and coating your thighs, as terror filled you as you watched him walk to the door. As he threw it open, you noticed three people at the door, dressed in what seemed like an official uniform, donned in thick midnight blue coats, the signal of the council of witches pinned to the lapel.

“Seungmin the familiar?” One of the men asked, his tone gruff.

“Yes?” Seungmin responded.

“You are in contempt of the law of the ancients. We have to take you in. Please come with us peacefully."

You sat confused, not understanding what was occurring in front of you. Your mind was churning, trying to remember the law your mother made to instill in you, the content sounding familiar. Your thoughts were interrupted however, as you watched two of the men roughly place Seungmin’s hands behind his back, fastening them together with a spell.

You screamed as they roughly fastened his hands, as they kicked him in the abdomen over and over, pain littering Seungmin's face as he coughed and breathed in, trying to let the air in that was just knocked out.

You screamed ‘What are you doing’ as you tried to go to your familiar, best friend, and lover. The other man who was overseeing it all, stopped you in your tracks, grabbing your wrist before pushing you hard to where you fell backwards and onto the hard floor. You winced at the pain, watching in horror as they continued to beat Seungmin in front of you, torturing him without mercy. You felt useless, unable to help the man you love as you scooted up to watch the horror.

What hurt you the most was when they brought out a contraption, placing it on his skin directly on his signet, signaling that he was your familiar. Pressing a button, a silver laser jetted out, the flash of light striking Seungmin's skin. You watched as Seungmin cried out in pain, the area on his chest dripping blood immediately upon the touch of the laser.

You let out a blood curdling scream, as white, hot pain seared through your body. You felt more tears trickle down your face as you attempted to look at your wrist. The skin where your signet had been was red and raw at the rough removal. Your signet was gone. Seungmin was no longer your familiar.

You screamed in agony at the pain in your heart, but also the physical pain, your eyes never leaving Seungmin’s. You watched in horror as they dragged him away, his feet dragging through the dirt. He left a trail of blood in his wake, his chest still bleeding.

You watched as Seungmin tried to say something, his lips moving, trying to form syllables. At the last moment, you were able to finally make out ‘I love you.’ You let out another sob as they dragged the only man you’ve ever trusted, ever loved, ever given yourself completely to out of your cottage into the street beyond.

You knew nothing good was in store for Seungmin. Your heart somehow knew you would never see him again. You sat in tears, broken and in pain as you tried to wrap your mind around what had just occurred. You didn’t have long to ponder, as another mob was making its way to your door.

The townspeople had gathered, their pitch forks and torches in hand as they screamed insults at you. Your mind slowly shut down as you heard

‘Dirty witch!’ ‘Evil spawn!” ‘Murderer!’

You surrendered completely, broken and in pain, as two townspeople grabbed your arms and dragged you away, down the path, and into town. You surrendered as they threw you in a cell, locking the door and throwing away the key so you could await your judgement.

None of this mattered however. Seungmin was gone from your life and your fate didn’t seem so bright. You laid down on the hard ground, using your hands as a pillow as you once more thought about where you went wrong. Suddenly you remembered the teachings from your mother, her gentle voice reminding you of the law of ancients.

‘Familiars and Witches may never be. If ever a familiar were to break there bonds of servitude by falling in love with a witch and sealing said love, the punishment be removal of being said familiar and ultimately death.’

Your heart ached at the implications, knowing you both broke the law of the witches, sealing your love with your familiar. The tears stained your face, your wails loud as you mourned your actions. You tore at your hair, scratched your arms in anguish.

You knew fate was sealed however, when you felt an odd feeling, like your heart had been cut in two. A stillness passed over you as you sat in the corner of your cell. You felt numb, your only reason for living gone from this world.

You didn’t care as you heard footsteps down the hall. You didn’t care as a man stopped in front of your cell. You didn’t care as he unlocked the door and dragged you away. You didn’t care as you walked into the bright sunlight, the light hurting your eyes. You didn’t care as you noticed the platform in front of you.

You felt your love grow stronger however, as you looked to the sky, the stars numerous and bright. You knew Seungmin was there with you, standing by your side. You knew you would both be together eternally, either on this plane or elsewhere. You smiled, despite what was to come. You felt light on your feet, your soul peaceful and calm.

You’d see him soon.

And in the end that’s all that matters.

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[hdra77]

hmmm, about the disarray post from one or few days ago, can i maybe hear something about SRS n' Spear?:]

(my favs, so uhh :'D)

SORRY THIS TOOK A LONG TIMEE TO FINISH AHJASJ

WARNING : this post contains death, experimentation and mentions on some dark themes. view at your own risk!!

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SEVEN RED SUNS, a second gen iterator. very ambitious and persistent in finding ways to achieve what they desired the most.

back when the ancients were still around, during the time where they were all finding different alternatives to solve the great problem. all kinds of various projects were built: huge machines, high tech devices, etc. and suns' project was one of the few who had gain..some bit of 'success' during its opening.

they created the spiritual ascension project where ancients are placed inside a capsule and be put into an unconscious state as their spirits separates itself from their physical body before travelling across the astral plane.

but mysteriously, the project was shortly discontinued and nobody knows why except for the founder of this project.

suns refused to explain what truly happened to their project and why it had lead to be shut down almost immediately after its debut. some speculated that an incident occurred or a freak accident. or if it did worked out in the end but its success eventually lead to its downfall at some point.

but they carried this secret to the grave for many, many, many cycles. most of their life was a lie. reassuring their citizens,their friends and fellow local group, lying to others that their project was a success but it was later discontinued due to strict rules from their council administrators. seven red suns is most likely known for their project even as of the present cycle. surprisingly they managed to hold onto that lie for so long.

they had a knack for experimentation. they love to study organisms and modify them into their liking or, just to simply learn on how far they could go with all this power in their hands. they would simply place these failed experiments into that same capsule that doomed their citizens' fates and 'ascend' them. and even until now they would still try to find ways to turn their project into a success. despite the amount of lives ruined because of them. not like they do mean it though. they just wanted to fix everything and because of how much they have fed themselves with lies they would turn on a blind eye and reassures themselves that the spiritual ascension project worked. and that they had helped those poor lives pass onto the spiritual realm.

they created many failed abominations after the mass ascension. desperately trying to find the solution until a massive triple affirmative outbreak occurred. although they were too cooped up in their can to even care that much until they noticed an opportunity.

and thus the spearmaster was created, originally going to be one of the test subjects for the ascension project but had come soon to realize that this slugcat could help them.

spearmaster's purpose is to deliver messages to iterators, aiding others and helping those in need with the help of SRS and NSH. they seem to have redeemed themselves at least?? spearmaster is still the same, nothing much changed except that they have a device that allows them to speak to other iterators. spears and suns seemed to have a close bond but this slugcat is ignorant about the failed repurposed organisms created before them. and they appear to prioritize their purpose as messenger than to communicate with other fellow slugcats.

now as for suns' relationship with other iterators i'll be including these two for now!

suns and pebbles relationship : these two shared alot in common and appeared to be a lot more closer due to this.

Pebbles knows alot about suns' history and mostly about their project. he looks up to them and idolizes them. these two have more of a close mentor relationship and pebbles seemed to trust them enough to spew out all of his secrets, rambling and frustration after the mass ascension event. and suns is almost just as glad to listen to him.

suns admires him, it was almost as though they could see themselves through him…sometimes. but they show signs of uncertainty and anxiety whenever pebbles mentions about their project, or mentioning how much he wanted to be just like them. ambitious and successful. one who refuses to give up anytime soon. and especially when he pleaded to them to use that old device of theirs on him in the middle of his mental breakdown.

after five pebbles' sudden disappearance suns would only blame themselves for everything as they were the one to give him an advice to cut ties from his big sister despite the huge risk of him getting infected from the virus.

suns and sig's relationship : they are best friends!or atleast used to be.

suns isnt the type to disconnect themselves from their superstructure and roam around free. they were more so the type to isolate and busied themselves with experiments. NSH however is the opposite. he's alot more adventurous and outgoing, despite being out in such a dangerous time he's tanky and a decent fighter. their first encounter was when he so happened to stumble upon an active superstructure and as he explored around the place. he eventually encountered suns in their can with their messenger.

the project is already common knowledge to other iterators and sig is one of the few who has not heard of them before until he read a pearl that contains blueprints of the capsules and information of the project. but whenever he asked them of it suns mostly avoided talking about such topic which made sig become a bit suspicious of them. he tries to piece puzzles together out of pure curiosity, theorizing and trying to pry answers out of them.

their relationship only became more strained after pebbles' disappearance, since he was also sig's friend it was also very obvious how close pebbles is with suns and how it could also be possible that suns has something to do with it. add that with the gaps of their history it was clear to sig that they were hiding something from him. from everyone else.

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and thats all of them!! phew this was really long LMAO i was so happy when i got an ask about this au like you've NO idea how obsessed i am with them!!i love rambling about this au and any questions are very much welcomed!! <33 also bonus: this is literally their theme song

[bigassmoth]

Yandere Drider (Tel'ion) x Reader

After another failed escape attempt, Tal'ion gets creative with his punishment. He won't blame you for reaching for freedom, he knows the reaction is perfectly natural. But he needs a warm body to hold, perhaps you just need to realize how necessary you are to him.

Contains: bondage (harness, ballgag), public sex/exhibitionism, possessive sex, non-con, violence/murder

It was a modified mounting harness. Your hips were held to his by rolled spider silk, your thighs forced open. He had taken the liberties of pinning your arms behind you as well, and adding silken supports to keep your body upright so you couldn't curl in on yourself to hide.

"This is our...argument mediator. A 'get along' harness, to say it crassly." Tal'ion finishes securing the webbing and lets out a pleased hum as you continue to test his tight ropes. "With you being unconscious I had to get myself erect to do this. It didn't take long though," He wraps his flesh arms around you while the front legs of his spider form creep up to cage your lower body. "I just imagined how I held you two nights ago. How you gushed all over my legs. That's a wonderful trait of yours, you are so open minded it's very sweet, not many would be able to cum from riding the thin spider-limbs of a drider." His praise was sincere.

Your protests were ignored as he pressed kisses against your neck.

"My beautiful, talented little toy." His hands rubbed your chest, circling your nipples until they hardened. "I have wanted to take you with me on patrol for a while now. That will make you feel better, yes? Calm some of your anxieties from being cooped up this whole time?"

He may be questioning you but you have no say in the matter, especially when he presses a small silken ballgag against your lips.

"Open up~ be sure to stick your tongue out so it's comfortable." The last time he had gagged you, it was by forcibly opening your mouth and pulling out your tongue, setting the squishy mound of drider-silk too far into your mouth- causing you to gag. Cheeks burning and knowing the result of resistance, you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue.

"Well done." He purred against your neck while gently place the gag to your tongue and tying it behind your ears. Dimly you recognize that your mouth has begun to tingle and water.

He stands and pulls you up with him. In this position you can fully feel his cock inside of you, as it is the only solid point of contact your body has. The ropes, while supportive, are limiting and do nothing to assist with your balance. You have no choice but to clench around him reflexively. Tal'ion moans in delight and gives your thigh an appreciative rub. His other hand on a firm grip on your harness lead, pulling it backwards to keep your upright.

"Sweet little thing." He praises in your ear as he begins his trek outside.

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"We are near the end of our walk, my dear. How are you faring?" He asks politely, hand brushing your hair while the other holds back your body.

You are a mess, the constant rocking of his hips as he walked sent his cock into you but the bounds of the harness meant it couldn't slip out. To make matters worse, the tingling in your mouth was non-stop and you were drooling to the point that it slid down your mouth to dribble on your body. You only answer him with silence, swallowing down your pathetic noises in an effort to maintain your already shattered pride.

Tal'ion hums in concern but continues walking. He scales a wall of boulders and perches on a steep cliff overlooking a field. A field with village workers tending it, who look up at Tal'ion in fear and then you in disbelief.

"Hm...something feels like it's missing..." As Tal'ion ponders behind you, you steady your breathing and try to regain control over your body. With the eyes of tens of Drow men on you, the burn of his cock is suddenly easier to ignore.

"Oh my, where are our manners. It's only polite to properly greet our neighbors." Tal'ion brings a hand to your chest and begins tweaking your softened nipple into a stiff peak. Through your slober-filled gag you cry out in alarm.

"Ah...don't be shy. They love it. Look at them getting hard just from the sight of you. I certainly relate. Maybe they will beg Loth to make them into driders in the hopes they can find someone as special as you." He pulls back on the harness with one hand while the other holds the back of your neck firmly- although careful not to agitate your windpipe- to angle your back into an arch. "Your breasts are so beautiful. Let them see you in full." He is bouncing you shamelessly, and with your limbs completely tied you have no choice but to flounce around in time. You shut your eyelids to try and save yourself the embarrassment as your tits jiggle in front of the agog crowd.

"My fellow drow! Do not fear, we are here for fun. Please, enjoy yourselves as well." His smile is toxic, deadly, promising severed limbs. But his words are sweet and honeyed, and coupled with your erotic state the now-infatuated drow pull out with cocks without haste and begin pumping in time with Tal'ion's thrusts.

When they start to grunt in pleasure, often following your choked moans, you cried and turned your face into Tal'ion's neck. Your tears, embarrassment and pleasure, ran down his cool skin. He cooed his sympathies and nuzzled into you as his orgasm approaches. He angles his body (and yours in turn) toward the crowd so that your body is more on display than ever but your face can find refuge in the cover of his skin and hair. With this new position he fully fucks you, using the harness to pump into you the way he would a hole in the wall. He cums quickly, savoring the way you clench against him while the drow look on in envy. His dick and the harness make it impossible for cum to escape, what dribbles out of your hole is simply collected by the silk and held against your skin. Satisfied, Tal'ion leaves the drow. He climbs back down into the gulch and begins the walk home. It is only when you shudder and sub into his shoulder that he stops.

"Oh poor thing, you need release too. Especially after showing so many deprived drow how well you can take monster cock." He lays down on the forest floor and leans back so you can rest on his chest.

One of his fore-most legs comes forward, thin and agile, to rest at the apex of your pussy. The smooth appendage begins to rub against you, stimulating your forgotten clit. You feel your body shaking with the coming orgasm, so does Tal'ion. He stops thrusting his hips and brings his second forefront leg to rub at your clit. They work against each other, collecting your own cum to lubricate your clit and then rub it furiously. You cum suddenly, the ache of his cock, the slow numbness of your limbs, and the burning pleasure from your clit. Against the gag you scream, arching and twitching in a spectacular display.

"Well done." Tal'ion praises while petting your hair. His claws smoothly sever your ballgag, which you spit out to hit the ground with a tump. He then cuts off your bindings and begins rubbing your numb limbs, carefully massaging you from your pinky toe to your shoulders. While you regain feeling, he passes you a water bottle.

"I have to take care of something. You will be a dear and stay here, won't you?" While saying this he sets you onto a flat of plush moss. Trying to wipe the drool off your face and cheeks still blazing, you nod.

"Then, scream if you need anything." he says pleasantly before climbing back up to the steep cliff. You watched in confusion as he effortlessly glides back up the rocks. While sipping the water, you pull off the rest of the cum and sweat soaked silk until you are fully nude. Then you hear it, screams.

Agonized, blood curdling screams. Your hair stands on end, you try to stand on instinct but your body is still too exhausted and sore. The drow, the men who were moments ago just groaning in sexual pleasure are now choking on their own blood.

It feels like as soon as the sound comes, it leaves. There is silence in the forest and you have pressed yourself against a tree in fear. Your eyes remained fixed on the cliffs opening, and your hair stands on end when Tal'ion reappears. Stealthily he prances back down, and scuttles to your side.

The smell of your fear paired with your wide eyes and rapid heartbeat, made him satisfied.

"I don't mind letting others play with my toys, but I can't help but be afraid that after finding out how fun you are, someone might try to steal you away." He provides his 'logic', pulling you into his arms- frozen in fear.

"Let's go home, I'm sure you are in want of a hot bath and warm meal after performing so spectacularly for me."

[hrefna-the-raven]

The hunt

Fallout masterlist - main masterlist

Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x reader

Chapter 1 - The plan

Summary: Dom Pedro's caravan is in sight but you and Coop know exactly how to play this in your favour 😉

(this happens before Cooper ended up in that grave)

Words: 1404

Warnings: swearing, violence

Notes: this is still quite gender-neutral 😊 the next chapter will be less neutral for *cough* naughty *cough* reason 😇

Chapter 2 - The bounty

You snatched a sniper rifle from your backpack and made your way towards the upper level of a towering building, concealing yourself behind a weathered wall as you surveyed the approaching gang. Cooper gazed at you for a moment, lost in thoughts. You continued to be full of surprises and unusually well prepared for someone this young but then again, compared to an over two centuries old ghoul everyone seemed young. He came to the conclusion that, despite having only known you for a few hours, he enjoyed your company way too much. From the moment you looked up, a mischievous smile playing on your lips, he felt an ache, an old familiar pain from days long past, intertwined with a connection he rarely ever formed with others, even before the Great War. And yet, there was something about your way of being, a sweet tune that resonated perfectly with his own woeful ballad.

"Seeing something you like?", you teased, grinning at him.

"Certainly not what's headin' towards us.", he huffed, pointing at the group heading towards your position.

Cooper scolded himself internally, he'd never been this distracted, not on a job, not with anyone else. He grumbled, pulling his attention back to the task at hand. Dom Pedro's so-called caravan turned out to be a pack of seven well armed raiders, one of them wearing a modified power armour.

"Guess someone tried to fuck us both, but not in the fun way", you joked.

Cooper chuckled as he took hold of your rifle and peered through the scope at the armoured raider.

"Feelin' all mighty hiding behind his twelve-piece cast-iron skillet set but he's gonna have a hell of a surprise. Aim just below the chestplate.", he whispered in your ear, a pleased smirk forming on his lips as he loaded his revolver.

"And what are you gonna do?"

"Distract them with my irresistible charms."

Cooper stood up, shrugged his shoulders, and winked at you before making his way towards the raiders.

You aimed at the power armour's chestplate, waiting patiently until you heard the ghoul's whistle, drawing the raiders' attention to him. A faint smile tugged on the corners of your mouth. The way he carried himself, full of confidence and that smug grin plastered across his face, made your heart beat faster. Throughout your travels and hunts, you had met many different personalities but not a single one was quite like him. It wasn't merely your crush on the pre-war Cooper Howard whose movies you devoured whenever you had a spare moment, this connection deepened the instant you finally encountered him, winding its way under your skin, striking its roots into your beating heart. You weren't oblivious to the subtle glances he stole in your direction, leaving you to wonder if he had been caught in the same dilemma.

"Well, I tell you what, boys, whenever somebody walks around as fancy and loud as you, they gotta have something worth takin'", he slowly pointed at the wooden crate tightly clasped by the taller raider, "you know it'd be a real shame of those fine bottles would go to waste on a bunch of dickheads like you."

The armoured one stepped up, pointing his minigun at Cooper, his voice hollering from behind the mounted rusty cage.

"Oh yeah? What about you, ghoul? Did the radiation melt away your brain or why do stand here, unarmed, trying to threaten us?!"

Cooper laughed, raising both hands in a fingergun gesture, aimed at the raider.

"Careful buddy, ghoul's got magic powers."

He imitated shooting which you took as your cue and fired a shot right underneath chestplate. The raider stood still, like frozen in time for a second, leaving you wondering if you had missed but then he collapsed on the ground without a sound. Your eyes widened at the sight, marveling at how easy you just took out someone in a power armour. You usually avoided those while hunting alone but this was a game changer. With a swift reload of your rifle, you took aim at the next raider, a chuckle escaping your lips as you observed their startled reaction to their companion's sudden death.

"So what will it be? Shall I reload my", his eyes wandered to his fingers, a wicked smile spreading across his lips, "guns or will you be good little raiders and hand me that crate?"

One of them pushed his way through the group, pointing his gun at Cooper. Before he could even reach him to shout his threats, one of your bullets found its mark and took him out, his lifeless body slumping to the ground in front of the ghoul who was still grinning.

"We still outnumber him, you morons! Get him!", another one screamed.

What happened next was the precise reason why you'd decided to forgo Dom Pedro's proposition and opted to work with this remarkable gunslinger. Cooper snatched his revolver out of the holster, his body leaning slightly backward as a flurry of shots rang out and before your mind could even comprehend what exactly happened, all of the raiders, with the exception of the one clutching the crate, were lying on the ground, crimson pools forming around their corpses. You stowed away your rifle, slung your bag over your shoulder, grasped the shotgun and made your way down to join Cooper.

"You got two choices, buddy. You either join your friends in their eternal nap or you hand over those fine bottles and be on your merry, very much alive, way."

Hiding behind the corner of a crumbling wall, you watched the scene unfold. The raider trembled so much that you could hear the bottles clinking together as he sat the crate down. Faint sobs escaped his lips, his feet moving a few steps backwards before turning around, fleeing in terror. Just as he passed by you, a deafening shot echoed through the ruins, his head exploding into countless tiny pieces before his corpse hit the ground, the blood drops, brain matter and skull fragments raining down on the sand. Cooper cocked his brow, intrigued by the unfolding murder scene that lay before him. You emerged from around the corner, your shotgun resting casually on your shoulder as you strolled over to him.

"No witnesses", you chuckled, kneeling down beside the crate and carefully packing the bottles into your backpack, "besides you shouldn't be the one to kill him."

"And why's that?", he asked, a nagging feeling in the back of his mind warning him not to, yet equally aware and afraid of the answer you'd give.

"Feo fuerte y formal", you replied, trying your best to mimic his thick accent, "although I much preferred your character when he didn't kill the villains. I know, I know, you're not truly that movie character, you're just...you."

The smile that graced your lips was genuine and innocent. He froze, hearing those words again after more than two centuries knocked the air straight out of his lungs.

"I know a place we can lay low until we take on Dom aaand", you wiggled one of the bottles, "we gonna have some fun, partner. We definitely deserve it."

You hummed a song he didn't recognise and your fingers found his hand, your broad smile hidden while you walked in front, tagging him along. No one had ever bothered to look beyond his ghastly appearance and acknowledged him for who was truly hiding behind that scarred noseless face. He was one to shoot anyone who admitted to have been ordered to kill him and definitely anyone who would have dared to take his hand, dragging him behind them like a puppy. To be honest, he definitely had shot a few for far less. And yet here you were, wrapped in the golden glow of the desert sun, a beautiful smile dancing across your lips, doing exactly those two things without any bullet holeson your admittedly attractive body. And to add insult to injury, deep down, locked away in his shrivelled heart, a glimmer of joy and affection shimmered in the darkness. He'd never admit it to you but, in the ways and words of the world before the bombs, he was falling for you and he feared that if you'd truly tempt him, he'd be too weak to resist and he couldn't bear the thought of letting another one into his wounded heart. The wounds of betrayal of the last person he held in there were, after all this time, still as painful as then.

Chapter 3 - The spoils (18+)

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[retphienix]

I'mma ramble for a second.

I think the silly haha minigames in Abiotic Factor are ingenious solutions to a distinctly "not fun" trapping of the genre.

Not "Universal" solutions, but solutions I think A GENUINELY SIZEABLE PORTION of the genre would be better off adopting.

Sleeping in survival games is boring; It often forces all the players in a multiplayer setting (which many of these games encourage) to sync up and stop playing the game at the same time so they can skip through the night, or they annoy a player in that group who wanted to do night stuff or vice versa etc.

Sleeping in more hardcore titles just forces more and more micromanaging such as if you're in a coop game where one player has some variant of "sleep deprivation" and the other has the opposite- now you have someone desperate to sleep all the time but unable to do the "fast forward" option many of these games implement because their partner isn't tired.

As much as Project Zomboid is one of my favorite games ever, I can't say "sleep in a multiplayer session" is high on my list of positives for the game both in terms of the literal implementation and in how it forces me and my buds to use similar perks or modify the server to allow us to not go absolutely mad from how our sleep schedules struggle to line up naturally.

Now the "solution" for this last case has always been "Well, just don't pick different perks then" but isn't THAT a problem?

So here comes Abiotic Factor going "What if sleep didn't advance time and didn't need to be synced in any way" "What if sleep was a per-player mini-game where you can speed up how long you're stuck sleeping by doing well, and the mini-game has a longer base-time based on how tired you are" and bam, a lot of things got improved all at once.

Because sleep in Abiotic Factor doesn't demand your fellow players bend their playstyle to your will, it instead lets YOU feel in control of it entirely. You're guy has sleepy disease? Well then YOUR gameplay will be influenced by that as you'll be seeking out couches and beds to catch quick cat-naps in, but you won't be dragging down the experience for everyone else because of it!

Also the decision to make sleep not fast forward time, but instead be game-ified like this honestly does give you the "feeling" of managing your various survival health stats while still letting you experience all aspects of the game-world's time states (IE: You still feel like you're managing your little science guy, but you also get to interact with day AND night threats instead of effectively missing half of it because you're sleeping through it).

Pooping is another layer of improvement in my opinion, because so many of these games give you 50 bars to micro manage but it all really boils down to "eat and move around and sleep".

Meanwhile Abiotic goes "Hey, the bars in this game all have some gameplay tied to them to encourage some fun. Scavenge, farm, or kill for food. Boil, filter, or scavenge for water. Keep an eye on your sleep with a small minigame aaaaaand poop."

All of them are tied to figuring out solutions- finding the thing that fulfills you, or building it. Finding couches or making a bed. Finding fresh water or figuring out a solution for it. Finding food or figuring out a source of food. Poop is just straight up another entertaining bar.

The solution to it is exploring the world for an easy to access toilet, or making one. It's VERY similar to sleep in that respect, and handled the same with a minigame.

I got lost in the sauce a bit but basically, Abiotic took a very smart approach to their micromanage bars- one that SPECIFICALLY emphasized FUN instead of just being there because it's expected to be there.

Food is pretty entertaining in this game. It's usually entertaining in these types of games, but I really do enjoy the variety of solutions here- everything from farming vending machines to hunting to cooking feel valuable to the pursuit- it's well handled!

Same with water as mentioned, lots of solutions, it makes it rewarding to tackle the problem.

Sleep is almost universally an "Unfun" part of these games. Not a NEGATIVE exactly, but there's nothing "fun" about sleep in these games- and Abiotic said "Why not?" and just made it non-intrusive to coop gameplay and turned it into a minigame that doesn't force you to skip hours of game-time. Genius!

And pooping is just a fun addition- a fun bar to manage- a silly one that has more depth than initially grasped. Because yes it encourages exploration which in itself is great, but it ALSO gives an early game risk reward of providing farming material in return for an easily dispelled debuff, and for those seeking to solve a problem there is a means to turn this bar into a resource with no debuff by making your own toilet.

It exclusively adds to the gameplay and fun instead of being a survival bar for survival bar's sake.

I struggled to convey my ideas because this is all one keysmash ramble, but basically I think Abiotic Factor did a good job at taking genre trappings and turning them into fun gameplay. Nice :)

[kristannafever]

Big Sky Ranch - 10

Kristanna Modern AU Rated: Explicit WC: 2859

Chapter Index

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Mr. Weadick had her make him scrambled eggs and sausage for breakfast with a cup of fruit on the side.  Anna was a little relieved her first task was easy.  She could definitely scramble eggs. 

The massive chef’s kitchen was a dream.  It was well laid out, a large island lined with stools dominating the middle of the room.  In an alcove opposite the entryway there was the kitchen table with room enough for eight.  The cabinets went all the way to the ceiling and the butler’s pantry was bigger than Anna’s own kitchen in her basement suite.  It was complete with wine fridge and its own separate stove, which Anna would likely not use anyway.  The large chef’s stove in the kitchen proper was the one she fell in love with.  Not to mention the huge Wolf double door refrigerator.   Cooking in a kitchen so well equipped was definitely going to help her along the way.

After breakfast, which he’d thanked her for, he showed her around the house and pointed out the light housework he wanted her to do, making comments here and there about the structure and when it was modified and added on to by the previous generations.  It was a bit of a maze.  Then he showed her his well-stocked library if she had down time when the tasks were done between meals, she was told she was welcome to read, making a careful point that the ‘tasks’ included prepping his meals if she wasn’t going to be around.

The next thing he showed her was a rattly looking, hand-written recipe book that had been passed down from generation to generation.  He told her to familiarize herself with many of the recipes, as that’s what he usually wanted for his suppers.  Anna had done so, amazed with the recipes and reading all the notes made in the margins as things changed with times, like using butter instead of lard or swapping honey for sugar.

She was still buried nose deep in the recipe book when Weadick wandered into the kitchen and requested lunch.  Again, he wanted a simple sandwich that Anna was able to whip up in no time.  As he ate, he asked her more questions, such as if she could use a grill.  She had to admit she did not, and his answer had been ‘you better learn’.  She’d seen a BBQ in the far corner of Kristoff’s front porch.  She was confident he could teach her.

And that was another thing.  If this worked out for her and she had a permanent job on the ranch, she wanted to live with Kristoff.  Hell, already she was thinking about going back to her place after work to gather some things to stay with him a while.  Only, that was rather presumptuous, wasn’t it?  Just because she wanted to be in his space, didn’t mean he wanted her in it.  It was moving rather quickly after all.  Perhaps if she had a chance to talk to him later, she could test out the subject with him.  

It made her happy to think of being there with him.  If Weadick took early suppers, perhaps she could join Kristoff for his?  The old man mentioned that Coop could cook for them while he healed.  Did that mean they ate together all the time?  Perhaps took turns prepping dinner?  Would Kristoff be happy to come back to his cabin for a meal she’d prepared for just the two of them?  It was something they hadn’t yet really talked about, and Anna realized it was a blank spot when she thought about what his days were like.

She had wondered perhaps not so long ago if she could be happy living this kind of ranch life and worried that she could not.  Only now, after the more time she spent there, the more time she spent with Kristoff, there was a pull in her towards it.  Maybe the country songs she’d been listening to were making her soft for a simpler life.  It certainly was a far cry from what she’d known her entire life, growing up and living in a big, busy city with anything she could think of at her fingertips.  She had a feeling Amazon didn’t deliver out to a place so remote, and that didn’t really bother her one bit. 

Now that she felt like she could have a place, a real place, on the ranch, she was alight with excitement, just like she was on her drive over that morning to offer Kristoff any help she could.

When she was done cleaning up from lunch, Weadick gave her a grocery list and told her he wanted to see what her stroganoff tasted like, and if it was good enough, he’d put up with the time it took her to learn things like how to grill and make a pie; she’d had to admit she didn’t know how to do that well either.  Anna imagined with all of the cattle on the ranch, that he often ate steaks, and there were plenty of pie recipes in the old cookbook.

She told him her car was at the cabin, so Weadick drove her over to it in his very brand-new looking Dodge truck.  It even had that new car smell.  He told her to park back at the house when she returned since she’d have groceries and all, and she wondered again where the night for her was going to lead when she was done work. 

She drove into town, stopping at the diner first to let her boss know she was moving on.  He was upset until she mentioned her new employer, then he was oddly accepting of Anna’s short notice to leave them without a waitress. 

With that done, she went to the store he told her to go to and got everything he’d asked for.  Then she took a chance and quickly stopped by her place to grab some things in case Kristoff was on board with her staying with him for a bit.  Or maybe, from now on?  Anna had to admit to herself, she was falling in love hard and fast with the big blond cowboy.  The connection they had was impossible to describe.   Or deny.

He was so unlike anyone she’d ever known before.  So genuine.  The disappointment on his voice the night before when he cancelled their date had been profound.  And the way he’d just accepted her barging into his place in the morning and basically forcing herself onto him.   Anna just knew, had a feeling deep in her soul, that he was absolutely the one.

Unlike her ex.  He’d been so falsely supportive, encouraging her to take on new things that he would like and getting mad or disappointed when she couldn’t master them right away.  Like golf.  Or how he’d made her learn a bunch of cocktails to serve to his friends when he entertained in the den; Serving drinks, the only time she was allowed in there.  He would get upset on behalf of his friends when she made White Russians and they curdled, despite her telling him several times that you can’t make a double in a short glass.  That much Vodka will always curdle the cream, and if his friends wanted a double shot White Russian in a short glass, she was supposed to make it work.

Assholes.

The first thing Kristoff and his friends had done after she’d talked to him at the bar and defended him in that fight, was invite her back to have drinks with them where they laughed and shared stories and Anna had one of the best times in her life at that point.  She felt instantly and completely accepted by the group of men.  That, right there, was the contrast from her old life.  She hadn’t yet told Kristoff much about her ex or anything that had happened, and somehow, she knew that he would be furious to hear about it.  That almost insane look of rage on his face when he was choking out Boone after he tapped her chin… this man would lay down his life for her, she had no doubt.

Okay, so maybe the notion of falling in love hard and fast was foolish thinking.  She was definitely already there.  More than already there.  And she aimed to let Kristoff know, because every so often he would look at her with a touch of sadness that seemed like he was afraid she’d bolt away from him at any moment.

*****

All day Kristoff wondered how Anna’s day was going.  He was confident she would not disappoint the old man, only he’d never really spent all that much time with the guy since his son died.  He wondered often what Weadick did in his house all day while he ignored the world around him.

The idea of her working on the ranch thrilled him.  How wonderful would it be to have her around him all the time when the workday was done.  It made him smile like an idiot to think she might want to move in with him in the cabin someday soon.

Sven noticed of course, and he was teased mercilessly. 

The mood had lightened between all the men when Sven showed up with a guy after he’d returned from town.  He’d been leaving his resume with the woman that held them for the ranch when Sven walked up and told him to follow him back to the ranch because his interview was going to be how he handled himself that day.

His name was Jett, and he turned out to be a solid dude who had a decent amount of ranch experience in the area.  They all meshed with him right away, and at the end of the day when Sven took him up to the house to meet old man Weadick, it agreed he was to be hired and start right away.

Sven and Jett returned from the main house with Anna in tow.  Kristoff didn’t think he’d be so happy to see her.

Ignoring everyone else, he went to her.  “Hey Baby!”  He leaned over and kissed her quickly.  “How was it?”

“It was awesome!” she said, her excitement like a breath of life into his soul.  “I do have some things to learn.  You can teach me how to grill, right?  I have such a good feeling about this!”

He grinned at her.  “That’s awesome!  Yeah, I can teach you a thing or two, although Sven is the better griller than I am, I must admit.”

She laughed jovially.  “Perfect!  I’m sure between the two of you I can pick it up in no time.”

The other men were bidding Jett a good evening after it was decided that he was going to move in with Coop the next day since he was on the younger side.  And when they found someone else, he’d take up with Buck.  As Jett drove away, everyone turned to Kristoff and Anna.

“Hey Anna, you gonna stay for dinner, right?” Coop asked.  “We’re doin’ burgers.”

“Absolutely.”

She was beaming and Kristoff felt that happiness all the way down to the deepest depths of his being.  Her happiness was the only thing in the world that seemed to matter to him in the moment. 

They all headed over to Sven’s place where the BBQ resided on a couple of patio stones a few feet away from the front door.  Since the evening was warm, Buck and Sven both disappeared into the stable and came back with camp chairs and set them in a circle near the grill.  Beers were passed around and everyone took a seat and chatted about the day, mostly bombarding Anna with questions about how hers was.  She answered them with a constant grin, telling them how excited she was and that Weadick had praised the stroganoff she’d made him for supper.

The mood was lighter than it had been for a long time amongst everyone in company.  Kristoff’s cheeks actually started to hurt for how much he was smiling. 

They ate and laughed and celebrated the turn of events that led them where they found themselves, while Anna helped Coop with the burgers, jumping at her chance to start on learning to grill.  And when diner was over, Kristoff took Anna back to his cabin on one of the quads.

No sooner had he shut the door behind him, and he was on her, kissing her passionately.  She returned the favour with a fervor he felt all the way down to his toes.  An overwhelming feeling of need blossomed within him, and he undressed her as quickly as she undressed him. 

They fell into his bed, kissing and caressing and Kristoff removed his lips from hers to kiss his way down her body when she put a stop to it.

“No, I want you now, Kristoff.”

He really wanted to taste her, but he would be lying to himself if he wasn’t a little relieved to hear her say that.  The ache in his cock was ungodly.  Wasting no more time pondering the matter, he shifted over her and did what she asked of him.

“Fuck,” he muttered, making his way into her tightness.  It was a little maddening how good it felt.

Anna apparently agreed with him for every moan she gave him as he thrust deeper until he was fully enveloped within her.  He let out a shaky breath and held still for a moment, eyes closed and savoring the feeling.  Then she let out an impatient whine and he started to move again.

He had his hands braced on the bed until her arms came around his back and pulled him down on top of her.  He was a little worried about hurting her with his weight until she groaned loudly with what could only be described as delight.  Giving in, her rested himself against her and kissed her while they made love.

She held onto him tightly as he rocked his hips, her legs coming up and squeezing him around his waist with her ankles hooked behind him.  He did have great stamina, but this was giving him a serious run for his money.  Perhaps he was just exhausted.  Every time he slowed down a moment, he felt her quivering around his cock, and it pushed him further to his own edge.  The feeling was rushing towards him, and he had a moment of worry that he was going to get there before she did, when she pulled in a breathy gasp.

No sooner did the strong pulses grip his cock, he was right there with her, coming undone with one more deep thrust, dropping his face into the crook of her neck and moaning against her skin.  It took him a full minute for his mind to come back from such pleasure.

“Oh, Kristoff,” Anna said through a sigh, and kissed his temple.  “That was amazing.”

He nodded his head, unable to move from her for the moment.  It was amazing indeed, and as soon as he was ready again, he’d give her round two.  For now, he waited, relishing in the bliss that he felt.  Anna’s hands caressed his back gently.  He could feel her breathing under him, pinned against the bed, and figured he better get off of her before he crushed the air out of her or something.

Pulling out of her and rolling onto his back, he let out his own satisfied groan.  Anna slipped from the bed, and he closed his eyes, waiting until she returned from the bathroom.  While he was tired and could easily fall asleep, he wanted to have her again before he did.

His eyes opened when the bed shifted as she got into it and snuggled her naked body against his side.  He looked at her and smiled.  “I don’t suppose you’d want to stay with me while you get into rhythm working for the old man?”

Her expression, easy to see from the moonlight streaming in through the bedroom window, went blank.  “Are you serious?”

His brow furrowed.  Perhaps he was overstepping.  “Uh, well, yes.  But if you don’t, please tell me.  You won’t hurt my feel-”

She shifted up quickly, her lips smashing against his as she crawled over him.  He took that as a yes, and that made him incredibly happy, kissing her back and feeling the blood flowing slowly back into his cock.  It was going to take a little time before he was hard enough to push into her again, so he figured he’d do what he’d wanted to do earlier, and he flipped her gently off of him and onto her back. He wasted no time in kissing his way down her body as her fingers curled tightly in his hair.  A short time later, she came against his mouth, and he was ready to have her again.  She was already tugging his back to her chest, so like before, he laid himself against her.  And like before, he met his climax when she did.

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[bellasimos]

Kinktober Day 12 Birthday Sex (Hanzo x Osanna)

Hanzo x Osanna (OC)

AO3 ( x ) Words Count: 557 Kinktober Masterlist [ x ]

Note: English is not my first language but I tried my best to edit and change grammar that makes sense.

Birthdays aren’t particularly his day to enjoy; yet he is learning to coop, be at peace with himself after the trauma. After the event between him and his brother. However, Hanzo wouldn’t dare to tell her that she shouldn’t have set up a birthday for him. Nor even complain to watch the show, her body covered with freckles with each specific spot that he is addicted to. Her orange curly hair bounces along her body, the raw vocal from her bruises lips after he had devoured her kisses before.

He can’t simply deny it without being pathetic, weak by her. Even begging, he was so utterly disgusted with himself. Yet, here he is. His nails dig through her skin, making sure that she stayed on his cock; wanting to feel more her wall tighten around his cock. To even feel her clit rub against his pubes, soft growls escape from his lips, feeling her both hands firmly planted on his chest. As she leaned down, some of her hair fell to her side. Adding a beautiful feature, oh, how Hanzo is still and utterly addicted to her.

“Happy Birthday, caro.” The accent of her so foreign, so delicate yet he fought every himself against the language barrier to understand it.

Hanzo stares with his eyelid half open, consumed by her and everything. To only take the sudden burst of movement. An unrealistic animal growl as he flipped her over, thrusting his cock deeper in her to earn another raw moan from her. His dark eyes stare with love for her, focusing to pleasure her, watching her face being intoxicated by him. He leaned in to capture her lips once again, slamming his hip each time to hear her whimper; pleading more.

“You’d be the death of me, hanii.” He muttered between their kisses, coated with his long desires to continue.

The room filled with wet slaps, exchanging raw sounds with the slight bed creek beneath them. The sensation felt as it swells in his heart, the purple with red mark of his teeth to claim her; scattered all over of her body. Her face is so pure, so close to orgasm by him; Hanzo gives in. He gave her everything, his heart and soul.

“Let me cum, oh please, please, please.” Hanzo whimpered, his thrust grew sloppy yet holding back to wait for her to answer.

Her both hands found his face as Osanna held a pleasant smile. She struggled to find her word with a mix of her moans. “Cum for me-oh fuck.”

Hanzo gave a final thrust before milking her inside, warm and sticky cum in her. With both letting out a satisfying sound; he let himself stay inside before pulling it out.He watched his cum ooze come out from her, knowing it was him who came heavily inside of her. Hanzo flopped on her chest as he nuzzled closer to her warmth. Secure his arms on the curve of her body, she then wrapped her arms around him, secure with comfort as she caressed his hair.

“...Maybe birthdays aren’t as bad.” Hanzo muttered, closing his eyes.

Osanna listened to him with a faint smile. “Is this one of the best birthday presents you got?”

Hanzo grumbles, nodding at her question. Perhaps at this moment, he would admit to taking a likeness about birthday.

©bellasimos I do not allow my works being modify, translate, adapted, copied or being posted in other website without my permission

[mitzymossy33]

So this is Eliza, a character I made based on a dream I had last night.

So yesterday I had a headache, so I went to go lay down. Soon enough I conked out and had the dream. Basically it was a post-apocalyptic world, in which there was an electric dome, inside said electric dome remained the last of civil society, anything could leave, but nothing could come in. All the other humans outside surviving that were in the vicinity would scavenge through the Dome’s trash that was dumped outside and maybe, maybe they would find something good. But enough with the outside world, inside the dome, in the very center, there was a laboratory. And in this laboratory they took in 6-10 children from inside the dome. Their objective was to genetically modify these kids to make them super humans and to use them as military weapons in the apocalypse. Basically, Eliza, or the character in the picture, was the fourth one recruited, and the only one to survive. A few of the other kids died in the genetic enhancement, being too much for their bodies, some died during physical tests and training, others were released because they weren’t fit, all of these were labelled as “dropouts”, until Eliza was the last one left. Not even she knows how she managed to survive, perhaps it was out of pure luck, because in terms of strength she wasn’t much different from the other kids. The initial plan for the lab was to get more recruits but there was a problem. Basically, she wants out of the laboratory. She’s tired of being cooped up, she’s ran every training module or test at least five times, and she hates the lab for what they did to the other kids, so she at least wants a few days outside lab to explore and live a little, if not permanently. She managed to escape the lab and was hiding somewhere in the dome, until she was found and brought back, she assumed maybe someone spotted her and reported her to the lab. So the the second time she attempted escaping she went deep into the dome’s forest, the one area where no one is, and made sure no one watched her. She got tracked down again and thought maybe she had some form of tracking device on her. And the third time she escaped, I kid you not, she considered burying herself alive to try to cut off the transmitter or at last hide of sight (this was according to the dream), but unfortunately she realized that even as a superhuman she’s probably suffocate unless she’d be able to hold her breath for super long. So she was dragged back once again. She soon snuck into an off-limits room where info was held about the kids, among other things, where she reads a bit about the other kids and herself. She soon found something about tracking devices, which told her that the tracking devices would only work inside the vicinity of the dome. This was something. But there was an issue, she doesn’t really know much about the outside of the dome, other than it’s wildly dangerous, there’s no one inside that could tell her due to nobody going outside the dome. She weighed her two options. She could stay in her safe life at the dome in exchange for being a literal military weapon, or she could risk life and limb by going outside the dome, never being able to return, for the sake of her freedom. She chose the latter. So she bided her time, made sure they thought that she was done running away, that they trusted her again, and when no one expected it, she ran. She beelined straight for the barrier of the dome, now, the dome is decently big, it’s enough to hold and small city of people, but if you ran for a good while you could make it, and none of the robots there could outrun a human. While guards surely tried capturing her, she easily punched her way through, until she made it. She sighed and slowly walked through the dome…. Leaving her old life forever….

TLDR: Lab in dome genetically modifies kids to be super humans, only one survives. The one that survives escapes.

Anyways this dream was proof that I can’t get a break from writing even while asleep lol

[lagt-duck]

Okay so random update on my Stardew run

Basically I am playing as wukong

And my main goal is to make flower fruit farm a place worthy of this name

(aka at one point I want my farm to only have trees and flowers but I am not doing an actual florist run for now)

I am in spring year 2

Community center is still not finished because I made myself chill

If a day Is wasted it's no biggie because Wukong won't take that much pressure.

I currently have spring trees and I have planted all the current available summer trees

Obv I miss mangoes and bananas

I have all kinds of animals

But only one barn and one coop upgraded to max

The Plan is to ultimately finally achieve perfection

Meaning all animals

And as a bit of a personal goal

I want all the chickens.

My current best friend is Shane at 5 hearts because I am slow with gifts

I have not yet reached floor 100 of the skull cavern

But I have both junimo kart and journey of the prayer king in my house

Which is upgraded only once with a kitchen

I have a horse names Bai Long Ma

And a cat named Macaque

I have all the fishes pre end game (including the legends) but I am struggling on the artifacts

All my skills are maxed just as my inventory

I am trying to make my farm pretty because I tend to struggle with that

...

I need to remember to get Caroline free tea leaves and the girl scarecrow at the flower dance... do you think Shane wants to dance with me?

Anyway I think that's all

I started a job trial and uuhh I dunno how much my schedule is gonna get modified currently

[purplerose244]

Watched the fifth episode of LEGO DreamZzz: LOVED IT!

HALFWAY THERE BABY!!!!

I don't know how this season ends so I don't know if it's open to future seasons, but I'm having a blast honestly! It's such a cute adventure and I love the characters a lot! 😍

I wonder if we'll get some sort of reveal at some point, between Ninjago, Nexo Knights and even Chima that was always kinda present

Well we'll see! ONTO THE EPISODE!!!

PEAK PERFORMANCE

Heeeeeyyy some real world shenanigans! I was wondering how their interactions in the Dream World were gonna be while still in school, without all the mayhem 😂

Coop really is a cool guy, but after seeing his fears I worry about how stressed he is by everything

Logan just gives me huge Kai vibes and that's besides Vincent, just look at him 🤣

Owww, I feel like Mat is not good at this

LOOK AT Z-BLOB WITH THE LITTLE FLAG CHEERING FOR HIS BUDDY IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO Z I WILL KILL EVERYONE IN THIS ROOM AND THEN MYSELF!!! 💚💚💚

Yep, poor Mateo is good at lots of stuff but sports isn't one of them

I feel that pain, failing PE 😅

DANG IT LOGAN PLEASE DO SOMETHING NICE FOR ONCE I REALLY WANNA LIKE YOU BUT I CAN'T IF YOU KEEP BEING A JERK LIKE THAT AAAAAA-

Omg Mat got a grumpy pillow, have I mention that he's my son and I love everything about him?

SQUISHED Z BLOB 😂😂

Heeeeyyyyyyy I was waiting for the dream avatars! Finally 😍

IZZIE LOOKS AMAZING!!!! 💗💖💓💖💗💓 Between her design and Zoey's I'm having a hard time deciding my favourite

Pffff blue Logan 😂

Obviously Mateo's also really cool, gives me Lord of the Rings vibes (which is fair since he mentioned the book before), and I love the green eye and the green streak of hair where is was blondish before 💚

I'd love to see Mateo fanarts as human and not LEGO, but I will not risk looking up for it and accidentally seeing spoilers!!... like I usually do 😅😅

I don't remember Cooper's avatar being that different, maybe I'm wrong

Also interesting how he seems to be into following instructions, I think he's the most tame of the team so far. Mat got the strategies down, but Coop seems very rational as well

Izzie is short for Isabel?... I feel like I could've realized that... LOVE NICKS 😍😍

Towards the Sandman then? I'm very curious to see how they look like, so far the designs in this show are always really good. Even the forge master, being a simple kid, had something interesting about it

Why do I feel like Logan will do something very stupid

WHY DO I FEEL LIKE EVERYONE WILL DO SOMETHING VERY STUPID

Of course Izzie would make a giant rabbit and I have nothing but respect for her for doing it 😂💙🩷

Cooper seems to be very tame with his creations, just like it was said before. Not enough creativity. I feel like he will have to learn how to think outside the box

*Mateo casually flying with a modified Z-Blob mecha copter* YEP THAT'S HOW YOU THINK OUTSIDE THE BOX 💚💚💚

To be honest everyone is very young so I can't even blame them too much for making mistakes. Like, if there's an age to fail, it gotta be middle school

Does Logan have problem with authority or listening to people? With Mateo, with prof Oz, I feel like he really struggles with that. And I don't wanna trace this back to Vincent's other roles, but given how Kai didn't have his parents for a long time and Jestro was a straight up orphan, I wonder if his household situation is okay...

Look at me hyperanalysing something that is not explicit lol

So it is confirmed that Lunia was defeated while she sealed the Nightmare King? I wonder if we might see flashbacks or images of her at some point

YETIIIIIIII

OH WOW HE'S FABULOUS NOW!!! I know this came out before pride month but, like, this is pretty neat 😂🏳️‍🌈 Or maybe Jim is just really comfortable with makeup, fabulous either way!

Cooper got his magical girl transformation sequence as well! ❤️

Too bad we didn't see Izzie's 😢

Yeah he doesn't look super different, but considering he is passionate about cars the pilot look suits him a lot! I'm getting more and more intrigued by Coop, I think I understimated his character before

Aaaaaand Logan did a whoopsie again. He really needs to adjust himself some, and yes the others followed him suit so everyone got their fault but MAYBE DON'T USE THE THING THEY SPECIFICALLY TOLD YOU NOT TO USE?? 😵‍💫

I swear I wanna like you Logan but you gotta give me something to work with 😅 And you gotta learn the sorry, mah man

MAH BOY MATEO IS THE PLAN GUY LOOK AT HIM THAT'S MY SON HE'S SO SMART HE'S THE LEADER AND DOESN'T REALIZE HOW GOOD HE IS I LOVE HIM 💚💚💚

Izzie did not just say yeeted 😂😂

NUUUUUU NOT JIM 😱😱😱😱😱 DUDE STOP GIVING IZZIE MORE GRIEF SHE'S ALREADY NOT OVER SHARKYJAW 😭

Awww Mateo taking the blame 💕 To be fair they're all kind of at fault but yeah, the main issue was definitely Lunia's hourglass so good job sweetie!

Omg

OMG

FINALLY LOGAN FINALLY YOU'RE DOING SOMETHING NICE 🥳🥳🥳 I BELIEVED IN YOU FROM WHEN YOU VISITED COOPER AND THEN YOU BROUGHT SOUP FOR MATEO, I KNEW YOU COULD PULL SOMETHING OFF AGAIN!!!! 🤩

... it's, like, and EXTREMELY small step but one step forward regardless 😂

Cooper checking on Izzie was so sweet!... is this ship material? I focused on Mateo only so far so I don't know... I'll keep this as a maybe, we'll see what happens! 💕

I KEEP LOVING THESE EPISODES I DON'T KNOW WHY THEY HIT ALL THE RIGHT SPOTS FOR ME 💜💜💜

[dust-punk-development]

Side scroller: A good choice.

So, after experimenting, I truly do think that making the game a side scroller is the best choice. It will limit the number of comparison to stardew valley, would make the development a lot more manageable for me, and make it prettier (in my opinion!). The planting/crops/animals mechanics will probably be a bit more minigames-ish, but this could allow for more interesting mechanicals things.

For exemple, going to your field, a menu would appear and tell you the actions you could do, like for exemple, pick out weeds. You could then allocate time out of your day to do so (and lowering your energy/hunger/thirst) and as such make it possible to have a better harvest. That way, it remove the long, painful grind that you often see in farming games, and focus more on the management/survival aspect. The layout of the house also really serve well such a style. Here- a super quick mock general plan on where things should be.

The black line in the middle represent two level of "depth" that the farm would have. It would probably be one of the only environment like this, but it would be pretty interesting, and would add a level of polish to the game.

The green line is the dirt, and I am thinking of doing a bottom of the game UI. I know, a bit unconventional, but I think it might be the best way. It would also create a de facto space to show character speech. I will have to work on the UI soon.... Probably. In the meantime, a list of features of the farm:

Orange square: the farm house.

Black triangle: entry to the cellar.

4 brown rectangle: the 4 fields you can work on (or at least, their entry that you can manage)

Pale green open rectangle: the veggie garden.

Red square: the coop

Pink square: piggery

Yellow square: work shed

Green upright lines: the 3 starting fruits trees you have.

Blue rectangle: the starting whel

Grey rectangle: Cow + horse barn.

Dark green upright lines: entry to the forest section of your land.

Not pictured are possible berry bushes around the area. You might also be able to modify things around the farm, but that would be a later capacity tbh.

So! Yeah! It's slowly shaping up!

[starwarsultimateseriesproject]

star wars the virus force the fall of the republic city

star wars the virus force the fall of the republic city, after ephraim bridger & his Skywalker force team escape from the explosion at the destroyed abandoned mansion as they make it at naboo city, he & his Skywalker force team inform the chancellor at the coruscant planet that the virus from the sith, but chancellor won't believe them as he claiming the Sith virus was extinct in the long years ago, so the senate agree with him to never believe them, but ephraim Bridger & hia Skywalker force team won't give up their own duty as they will found out the mystery of the abandoned mansion as they begin to split up to go to the difference places, but he will see each others some day after his done is over, but the virus come from nowhere as they half of citizen at the city, but they survive the whole attack, they will attack them to escape from the falling republic city, meanwhile, the woman riding his speeder bike, this woman is actually mira bridger, she will keep searching for her husband who trap in the the fallen republic city, gameplay similar to star wars the virus force, but pick the some little or middle of big object to throw it at the enemies, mode: single mission & coop mission & multiplayer, customize your characters: you can change the hair & the face & the eyes & the highest & the clothing outfit, customize your weapons: you can can change the any parts of your weapons, your goal is to escape from the fallen republic city.

"Star Wars: The Virus Force - The Fall of the Republic City" continues the gripping narrative as Ephraim Bridger and his Skywalker Force Team face the aftermath of the abandoned mansion incident. After informing the chancellor on Coruscant about the Sith virus, they are dismissed, leading them to pursue the mystery independently.

As chaos unfolds, the virus strikes Naboo City, forcing Ephraim and his team to split up and seek answers in different places. The Republic City falls victim to the virus, causing panic among citizens. Ephraim's wife, Mira Bridger, takes on a crucial role in the search for her husband amid the chaos.

Gameplay, reminiscent of "The Virus Force," now includes the ability to pick up and throw objects at enemies. Engage in single missions, coop missions, or multiplayer modes. Customize characters by altering hair, face, eyes, height, and outfits. Modify weapons to suit your playstyle.

The ultimate goal is to escape from the fallen Republic City, navigating the challenges and dangers that await. Uncover the mysteries, reunite the Skywalker Force Team, and escape the virus-ridden chaos in this thrilling Star Wars adventure. May the Force guide them through the challenges that lie ahead.

[samuell2]

Seven Samurai

I've been pretty knocked out with a cold the past couple days, and this movie was one of the ways I passed my time cooped up at home.

Honestly, I was surprised by how much I liked this movie. When it comes to just about any artform, I tend to like the more lowkey, intimate stories, and so it was surprising that this was my favorite out of all of the Kurosawa films we watched. I guess it goes to show that there's a kind of universal appeal to a well made action epic.

I did a bit of research on this movie, and it turns out it didn't receive much commercial or critical success when it first came out, not even coming close to the top spot on domestic charts. Domestically, you could chalk that up to the long runtime, which apparently was modified depending on the theater it was shown in. But on the international stage, maybe you could attribute its lukewarm reception to similarities with western cowboy movies and epics; after all, it seems the main draw of Japanese films at this time period was the idea of "exoticism". I'm just speculating, but it is interesting to think about.

Anyway, the examination of Sengoku era politics and social classes in this film was really fascinating. I don't know much about pre-modern Japan, and this gave me a lot to think about. Obviously the plight of the farmers is center stage ("Our only option as farmers is to submit"-- such a powerful line) but the pressure on Samurai to fit into their roles and the resistance to those who do attempt to carry out the role without all its ceremony and tradition, like Kikuchiyo, is also a big deal. The love story between Katsushirō and Shino, though a bit of a cliche now (insofar as it is a relationship between those of different classes used to examine social roles), is well executed and provides a bright spot in this depressing landscape of a movie.

Going back to the international reception, some critics apparently felt these battle scenes were monotonous. I couldn't disagree more. The camerawork, the sound, all of it was fantastic to me, and kept me engaged to the end. Rashomon had some good sword duels, but these were even better.

Good movie.

[tbob-enthusiast]

I'm finally home !! :D

Don't worry !!! Your assumptions were valid, I don't talk much about my AU on Tumblr because it's so extensive and sorta convoluted and I don't wanna yap more than I already do 😭. But since you asked...

The general premise is that Bill's very last act was to create the Zodiac, ten champions who would take a "piece" of his power, a seed, upon his death. Therefore, all ten of the Zodiac (those who were alive at the time Bill died, plus the ones who hadn't even been born at the time) would be born with their symbol somewhere on their body, powers that matched their symbol, and immortality in the sense of "they heal as fast as a normal human, but if there's even a single cell of their original body remaining, they will eventually regenerate. And they still feel pain as normal. That's something lmao".

Bill's arrival in Gravity Falls set off a chain of events that eventually led to the war between, in essence, "the entire world VS. Gravity Falls and its demons". Arguably, the worst of it happened while Bill was still alive (many civilian casualties, including Wendy's mother and siblings, Tate and Emma May, and of course Greg Valentino) — he (LONG STORY) created the Dome to protect them.

The Dome is a really important part for me tbh. It's about the size of the "weirdness bubble" we see in canon, but it's meant to block off anyone who's not touched by Weirdness. So, any normies would be kept outside lmao.

The least terrible time was when Gideon and Pacifica (in their early twenties) pushed out the old human mayors (Preston and Priscilla) and created a throne for themselves, uniting all the creatures of Gravity Falls under a single rule. This allowed them to band together and fight back! Robbie was the first person to stand by their side and earned the title of General because of it, plus a few other reasons :]

Here's my favorite concept doodles of his General attire !! His hair can move like a fifth limb (thank you, Pacifica!) and that's why he liked it long. When he got captured by the other side, they shaved it all off >:( definitely just jealous of how pretty his hair was

Mason & Mabel were born outside the dome and later taken in by the government. That's why he and Robbie are mortal enemies — because they're ACTUALLY MORTAL ENEMIES AHDHAHSHS. They actively try to kill one another and I find that very entertaining because they're both very competent adults fighting for a cause they can't let down :] super fun.

So, in short:

- Gideon is King. He can look into other dimensions, notice patterns (like how the Zodiac are often the same ten people) and acts accordingly.

- Pacifica is Queen. She can modify any living thing and is therefore in charge of the food and natural resources, since they all live in a contained space and tensions were rising because every group of creatures were fighting for resources.

- Robbie is the General, in charge of the "military". They do not have real soldiers, because Robbie's power is to raise the undead. Those marked by the Bleeding Heart are more resistant, decay slower, can even "heal" if they consume food, and are all a part of a hivemind connected to Robbie. This means they know everything he does (fighting stances, battle strategy, general common sense like hiding/climbing/opening doors/operating machines and guns) and he knows everything they do (sees what they see, hears what they hear). Robbie could absolutely just send hordes ahead and watch from the safety of his home, but he grows really tense if he's cooped up for too long, and has already gotten used to the thrill of being out there !!

- Soos is considered a civilian, because nobody knows what his power does, not even him. The rudest people will tell him to his face that they don't need to respect the useless Zodiac, and though he often keeps a positive stance, he can't help but feel hurt that he can't help his friends nor his people at all...

- Wendy has left it all behind. She was about to turn 19 when she was last seen. All they know about her now is rumors of an outrageously powerful blizzard on top of some mountains higher up north ...

- Stanley Pines has gone missing when Robbie and Wendy were just teenagers. No one has any idea where he could've gone.

- Stanford Pines has gone missing a few months after his brother. He went on a mission outside the dome in hopes of finding the newborn Shooting Star and Pinetree, but he and his crew never returned.

- Fiddleford McGucket is a vegetable. He had once been the pinnacle of knowledge as the new All-Seeing Eye, but now his eyes are vacant and he cannot function on his own anymore. He spends his time in the Queen's quarters of the palace, and is visited by Pacifica almost every night. Not like he would recognize her anymore...

- Mabel Pines is an elite soldier who can modify inorganic mass; from objects to air to small warp holes from one place to another. She's dangerous, slippery, and has a tendency to leave bright pink explosions wherever she goes!

- Mason Pines is an elite soldier who cannot be affected by magic of any kind. He's an immovable object, a pillar of resilience, and can potentially nullify the magic of other magic-users. He spent a long time trying to figure out how to nullify the magic of the Dome (and once he did... oh boy.)

I have no idea where Hilda would fit in to all of this. Chronologically,

- Greg dies (and, I assume, Janice is pregnant with Hilda) when Robbie's 3

- Robbie grows up with Wendy, Tambry, "Thompson", Nate and "Lee". Hilda probably grew up with them, too!

- Everyone except the immortal Zodiacs die at 13 after they ended up on the wrong side of the dome. Wendy, Ice Pack, seems to be in a state of shock because she hardly reacts; whereas Robbie, Bleeding Heart, becomes as fragile as a live bomb 😭. He needs comfort half of the time and needs to be left alone the other half, but he's constantly switching when he wants one or the other. Not the best experience 😭.

^ this is when he first SH's.

- Wendy's father begins to train her and her friends. So they aren't weak anymore and don't let anyone else die. Hilda could've joined them, if she wanted to; but either way, both Robbie and Wendy trained under him for a good while.

- Wendy and Robbie stabilized after a while and things looked fine, for some time. Sure, the current mayors were kinda dickheads and food was becoming a problem (shit, they had to eat a gnome for dinner once. That was... Not great), and both uncle Stanley and Stanford disappeared, and professor Fiddleford went crazy, but hey! They were fine! Somewhat fine! That is, until Wendy's dad died. Natural causes, really, he died peacefully in his sleep. But that was the last straw for her, man.

- Robbie saw her for the last time then and there. Gravity Falls had the worst out-of-season blizzard they'd ever seen and Wendy was never seen again.

- This is usually about the time period where Robbie breaks down; where his s-icide attempts begin and he starts to genuinely lose himself, but. This time he has both a mother and a sister. He probably won't do it as often, but I don't doubt that he'll eventually break.

Man. The first time was supposed to have been the last. I mean, realistically, how many times can you actually kill yourself? Robbie was too busy dealing with the knife embedded into his chest to think about that at the time. And he was upset, upset that this didn't work, upset that he was making a mess and Mom and Hilda would be back anytime now, upset upset upset.

He realized he wouldn't be able to deal with it on his own, and he wasn't about to call his family to see him like this. So he looked over his contacts.

Mom and Hilda. No.

Fiddleford? Oh, he wishes.

Wendy?

...

Pacifica. Yeah, she was a classmate. Under Fiddleford's special class for "young gods" or whatever kind of freak they were supposed to be. She was a biology girl, right? She could help, probably?

So that's how their friendship started, man. Gideon was beside Pacifica at the time (plotting about their potential alliance... to take a "crown" to themselves...) and stuck with their old classmate as he called for help, "accident" after "accident", and it grew from there !!

But if Hilda had left ???? Before he could be invited to Pacifica and Gideon's plotting reunions ??? Then none of that would happen. He'd be too busy running after his sister to care at all, and suddenly Janice would be left in an empty house with none of her children and not even their bodies to bury :(

Oh man this is a LONG STORY as I said it was and AHDHAHHDA IT'S ONLY THE PROLOGUE 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 CRYING

kinda hate it but I'ma drop this here

HILDA BUT IN @tbob-enthusiast's ZODIAC AU CUZ I LOWKEY LOVE IT

Hilda doesn't canonically have a zodiac j just thought it would be fun. Kinda hate the colors on this but WHATEVER.

Yapping under ze cut.

Hilda is the harbinger, the warning, of death and rebirth. She often appears in battlefields before the battle, a warning of what is to come. She's probably the most neutral on the war, choosing to rather stand as a neutral deity. Bias' cause... problems after all.

Her relationship with her brother is... strained . More so than in the canon. She's incredibly reclusive, always leaving as soon as he appears. She is only the warning, after all.

Her body is constantly dying and growing at the same time. Half of it rots, and the other thrives.

Despite her reclusiveness, she often provides safe havens for refuges from both sides in the places of war. After death, life always comes.

Idk silly idea

[sassyhazelowl]

Me watching a youtube video before getting chickens: house chickens are such a gross idea Me watching Hocus Pocus with a chicken on the couch: house chickens are so gross

[aesterblaster]

Hedonism and Heavy Spending

Summary: Headcannons about how the Blue Lock characters would pamper their s/o or show love through gift giving :} , no warnings, gender neutral , askjendieufbiuebd can you tell my love language is gift giving TT

Characters: Isagi, Chris, Aryu, Rin, Reo, Niko

Songs: Putting on the Ritz - Mel Torme , I've Got A Crush On You - In The Mood , Sh-Boom - The Chords

Aryu would be a pathetic pile of a man if it wasn't for your weekly spa day. Of course he loves quality time more than anything and genuinely cherishes the moments he can spend with you instead of training or on the field. Aryu shows his love through small gestures as much as big ones, applying different spa masks with you while watching some painfully bad romance movie you two can giggle at. Sometimes you swear that he doesn't actually enjoy these types of movies and just turns them on because he likes listening to you laugh. (Which...true..)

When it comes to big gestures, expect your closet to be full with every piece of clothing you've ever had the impulse to buy. Hulls are common with him. Why not make sure that his beloved looks just as good as him? He studies your wardrobe, makes note of every style you enjoy, and matches it effortlessly. Aryu knows it's cheesy, but he loves seeing your face light up at the packages stacked against the doorway from all your favorite brands. And yes, he insists on wearing matching outfits.

Isagi is a very modest and down to earth person from a middle class background. He never really needed to save, but he never needed to spend either, type of deal. So when he gains fame and wealth from his soccer career he doesn't really know what to do with the money left over after he donates piles of it to various charities and future Blue Lock projects. A considerable amount ends up going to you. Why not enjoy traveling if he has to do it so often anyway? Or get a vacation home for when you two want to get away for a while?

Honestly, he enjoys seeing what life has to offer and being in new situations where he can really flex his brain. So expect to be brought to a ton of puzzle rooms and different types of niche resturants. If you see an experience that piques your interest just tell him about it and he'll make sure to make time in his busy schedule. After all what's the point to life if you two just stay cooped up and stop going out? Isagi relishes the feeling of solving a puzzle with you or even the drive there, resting a hand on your leg as he asks you for directions.

Chris of course gets brand deal upon brand deal, but surprisingly enough he keeps all those products away from you. As much as he puts on an act for cameras, he knows the difference between quality and something designed to work only twice. The only piece of work he brings home with him is Prince Water (which actually does taste really good). But, he is extravagant what can I say, the smallest gift you'll be getting from him is probably jewlery.

He genuinely loves you and prides himself on being able to make your life a nice and easy one. Although his ego does come into play, with many of his gifts having small reminders that they were from him, they're always catered to you. A car modified to your needs, a specific book case that fits perfectly into the corner of your office, anything really. He's usually a bit aloof, but as long as you adore him he'll adore you and pay extra attention to what he gives you instead of just throwing brand names at you.

Rin would rather die than admit this to you, but he actually appreciates it a lot when you give him gifts. He only really realizes that that's a thing he can do after you give him something for your "when we met" anniversary. Then he's head over heels for gift giving. A form of showing his love that can be exchanged wordlessly? Yes please. While he struggles to fully grasp it at first, not knowing what to get you to fully show his appreciation, he eventually finds his groove.

He enjoys just existing around you, so most of the gifts he gives you are extremely practical and can be used around the house. Rin isn't one for flaunting or hitting the town and most of the time the two of you need a staycation to rest after all the travelling to matches and interviews. The biggest gift he'd ever gotten you was a pet animal of your choice (as long as it's not something too exotic/dangerous lol) for your birthday. Albeit, only after months of you begging him.

Reo gives you big gifts without even thinking, to him an upscale vacation or getting new brand-name clothes for you is just a common courtesy. Honestly, if anything, you need to tell him to tune it down before people think that you're just with him for his money. Trust me, it's hard to start dating Reo Mikage but once you are you're guaranteed a level of luxury that you were previously blind to. He isn't the type to flaunt persay, he just doesn't think what he does is flaunting since he's grown up with it.

So what's really special, to you at least, is when he starts giving you smaller gifts. Things that might not even register as gifts. A doodle of you looking out the window or a small keychain that refrences some inside joke between the two of you. Something that only you would really understand, handed to you in passing before Reo turns to smile at you and watch your reaction. Don't bother thanking him, he'll just say not to worry about it.

Niko is honestly a huge nerd at heart. Expect a lot of books and novelty items from him. He will totally go to stores for audiences you didn't even know existed with you. Stores that sell strange mashes of anime merch and art supplies and food that have you stretching your budget. World markets are also a big place to visit for the two of you. He will beg you to take him similar places in whatever country you live in in turn.

A lot of his bigger gifts are for special occasions, Niko worries that if he gives you gifts too often they'll start to lose meaning. They're always extremely well planned out and usually take a lot of time. Like the time he brought you on a cross country roadtrip for your birthday. He adores freaking out with you over whatever obsession you're currently going through and spending time with you whenever he can.