#but I had a vision and needed to get it out of my head STAT

[rozugold]

I slapped my pencil all over my screen for an hour and a half and this appeared

Based on @sunlitmcgee’s latest fic :’]

[jlheon]

୨୧ — hoodie (psh)

pairing. brothers bff! park sunghoon x fem! reader synopsis. you're going out & need a hoodie genre. fluff wc. 974 notes. ft. hee library.

“hee?” you called out as you walked down the hallway to your older brother’s bedroom. “can i borrow your black hoodie?”

twisting the door knob of heeseung’s room and bursting through the door. eyes naturally shifting to your older brother’s desk since he was always on his computer when he was home.

only to be met with an empty chair and a figure on the bed that was certainly not your brother.

“he’s in the shower,” the boy on the bed spoke up.

“oh thanks!” you smiled awkwardly, unable to recognize which one of heeseung’s friends was currently talking to you. “who are you?”

“you’re not wearing your glasses are you?” he got up from his spot on the bed and made his way towards you.

as the black-haired individual got closer your breath hitched. he stopped directly in front of you and towered over you. his hair slightly messy with bangs barely touching his eyes and glasses.

it was none other than park sunghoon.

“hoon?” you questioned, he looked extremely different from when you had last seen him.

his hair was shorter and looked nice enough that you could tell he had just cut it recently. it was fluffy and probably a little tangled, sticking up in some places around his head. though the glasses were completely new, you had never seen him wear any before.

“didn’t recognize me?” he let out a low chuckle, his voice making your stomach flip.

“you cut your hair,” you reached your hand up to his head attempting to smooth one particular strand that was poking out. “since when did you get glasses?”

“a couple of weeks ago,” he brought his hand up to bring down yours that was trying to fix his hair. sunghoon’s hand clasped around your wrist, keeping you from doing anything further to his newly styled hair. “why aren’t you wearing yours?”

“they’re in my room,” you said, eyes flickering to the light hold he had on you and then back up at him.

“you’re practically blind,” sunghoon joked. “how could you not recognize me?” he brought the hand that was holding your arm to his chest pretending you were stabbing him.

“you just look really different and blurry,” you defended yourself. “plus you are also blind now too if you need glasses!”

“it’s a stylistic choice ____,” he dropped the grip on your arm, removing the glasses from his face, and placed them on your face. “they’re fake.”

you looked around the room to see that your vision had not at all been affected by his glasses. everything looked just as fuzzy as before.

“you said you needed a hoodie?”

that was right. you got so distracted by sunghoon’s new look that you forgot that hyeju was on the way and probably almost at your house. you were wasting time, but you couldn’t help but gush in your head about how pretty sunghoon looked.

you took his glasses off and placed them back on the bridge of his nose.

“yeah i have to leave soon but hee’s not out yet.”

“why don’t you just wear mine,” sunghoon suggested.

you moved your gaze from his face down to his hoodie. it was plain black, nothing special but you must admit it looked comfortable. but maybe the fact it belonged to sunghoon made it more appealing to you.

“are you sure?” you asked meeting his eyes again.

instead of answering you, he stepped back slightly from you and held the bottom of his sweater. as he removed the garment over his head you couldn’t help but notice when his shirt got caught, lifting and revealing a faint glimpse of his abs. heat rushing to your cheeks.

“here,” he said once he finally had the black hoodie off completely.

he saw the remnants of blush that spread on your cheeks and laughed. you stood there unmoving, causing sunghoon to raise the hoodie to your head and put it on for you.

you poked your arms through the sleeves while still keeping eye contact with him. putting the piece of clothing on caused your hair to get staticky, so sunghoon returned your gesture from minutes before and combed his fingers through it to smoothen it out.

“thanks, hoon,” you finally spoke. “are you still going to be here when i get home so i can give it back to you?”

“probably,” he started. “but you can keep it, you look cute.”

again you felt heat rush up your neck and spread past your cheeks. you let out a nervous smile as you fiddled with the sleeves. the smell of his cologne wafted off the material and filled your senses. 

sunghoon gave you a brief pat on your head and ruffled your hair. the moment quickly turned into a comfortable silence with his fingers still running through your hair.

the sound of your phone ringing in your back pocket broke the silence between the two of you. hyeju was probably outside waiting for you.

“bye hoon!” you yelled walking out of the bedroom and down the stairs. “thanks for the hoodie!”

“don’t forget your glasses ____,” he reminded you.

sunghoon watched as you emerged back from the stairs, and back into your room on the opposite end of the hall.

heeseung had stepped out of his bathroom and caught a glimpse of you in a hoodie that was neither yours nor his. he looked over to see sunghoon was now clad a plain white t-shirt, recalling that he had been wearing a hoodie when he had gone to shower.

“why is my sister wearing your hoodie?” heeseung raised an eyebrow at his friend, ruffling his hair with the towel around his neck.

“why not?” sunghoon smiled, going back to rest on heeseung’s bed.

heeseung let out a loud sigh and threw his wet towel at sunghoon’s head.

[eevees-hobbies]

HIHIHI may I request some Sakura please, your greatness 🧎‍♀️ who despite his tough boi act, absolutely worships the ground his lover walks on and showers them in love (before, during AND after sex) oooou it’s rotting my brain i need him to cuddle me stat

Author’s Note: Ah, so you’ve come to me with a Sakura request, I see. And a cute one like this, too? I get it, anon…I do. I get it because you and I are a lot alike. Sometimes you like the idea of Sakura bending you over and delivering loud, nasty, toe-curling backshots to you as he talks shit in your ear (same, same), but other times you crave a different version of him. You crave a soft Sakura, a comfortable Sakura, a tame Sakura that doesn’t flinch when you touch him but instead leans into your touch and looks at you with absolute devotion, right? Me fucking too. So you want broken-in, house-trained, and domesticated, Sakura? My pleasure. 

Content Warning: Fem!ReaderXHaruka Sakura. Business (fluff) in the front & party (smut) in the back! Smut will be below the last divider. Sweet Sakura, who shows you love through some love-language type things. And then intimate love-making. You make love while half-asleep (mmm). Tame smut. Eve mentions Bridgerton again because there is now continuity in my stories, and I’m not sorry about it (don’t ask me about the show; I’m on season 1, episode 3, but I love the idea of it). Minors Do Not Interact.

Word Count: 2K

Divider by Saradika. Banner by me.

Sakura had watched you all day, and he hated what he was seeing. You two had planned a beach day on a rare day off for him and a light work calendar day for you. But when the universe hears about plans, it often laughs aloud and offers a wrench.

He couldn’t quite understand the intricacies of your work-from-home job beyond that shit was hitting the fan. You sat dutifully in front of your laptop, answering constant pings coming from god-knows-where and from god-knows-who to the point that Sakura felt he could time them perfectly. 

Ping

…

Ping

Yup, perfectly timed. 

And with each call or message you answered, he saw your shoulders rise closer to your neck, the tension making you hunch in a way you’d certainly feel later.

And he couldn’t help you with whatever the fuck KPIs or logic models were, but he could help you in other ways. So, he grabbed his keys and set out for the day.

As your workday concluded, your fingers found the bridge of your nose in an attempt to massage away the tension migraine that was rearing its head. Not only was today stressful, but as you looked around your empty apartment, you found Sakura to be gone. You hoped he wasn’t upset about not going to the beach, but you’d understand if he was.

As you stood out of your ergonomic office chair to stretch, ready to open the refrigerator to cook something up quickly, the door to your tiny abode opened. 

You let out a breathy laugh—Sakura is blocked from your line of vision, and only a few single tufts of black and white hair peek over the various restaurant and grocery bags in his arms. As you croon your neck to watch him struggle his way inside, you also see that he’s carrying a bouquet of flowers with an unmistakable logo tucked firmly under his armpit.

He’s grumbling as he sets the items down on the kitchen island; something about hating living so high up, but you can’t bring yourself to dial in on his ramblings as you read the names of your favorite places on the bags.

“You got us ramen, kitten?”

“Yeah. Miso with extra beansprouts like you like, with some Gyoza on the side. It’s probably cold since it’s like climbing a fuckin’ mountain to get up here, but I can heat everything back up.”

He begins removing food, snacks, face masks, popcorn, and drinks from the bags. Your heart pangs with remorse at even thinking he was upset about your inability to go to the beach. Sakura is complicated, but he’s not childish.

“Also, Umemiya said something about the flowers, but you might have to text him about that. I zone out when he starts talking plant-talk.”

“Same,” your arms find his waist, your cold hands sneaking up his shirt and rubbing at his prominent v-line as you wrap yourself around his whole person. “Thank you for this. I love you so much.”

Sakura blushes, a personal trait he’s tried to stop fighting long ago. “Sure, but go ahead and sit on the couch. New episode of Bridgerton tonight?”

You rub your palms together excitedly, “I’ll get the fuzzy socks, kitten!”

After getting through half an episode of Bridgerton, Sakura noticed you were fighting a losing battle with your sleep needs. Heavy eyelids and your head growing slack on his shoulder were all the signs he needed to turn off the TV and scoop you up in his arms.

“Bath,” you mumble against his chest. 

“Bath,” he offers in return.

“You sure?” he mumbles against your lips, “your eyes are barely open.”

“Mmm, but my legs are open, baby. See?” You wrap your thighs around his midsection, trapping him in and pulling him closer.

The heat radiating from your clothed cunt is undeniable, you’ve probably wanted him all night, and fuck, he felt the same way.

Sakura’s lips trace the curve of your jaw with gentle kisses and flicks of his tongue until his face is nestled in the crook of your neck. Your pulse is calm—so slow that he wonders if you managed to fall asleep until you shift under him and let out a sigh.

“Sakura...need you.”

“Yeah, babe. You got me. I’m right here.”

As he pulls the seat of your underwear aside, the slit of his cock already giving way to shiny droplets of precum, he sinks into you with a sigh escaping his lips at the familiarity of you. He can’t help but think of all the ways he loves you. Moments like this make him feel like the best version of himself—someone worthy of being loved and giving love. 

He briefly presses his forehead into the valley of your breasts, letting your slick walls adjust to his girth. You’re wearing one of his white tee’s and smell so unmistakably like him that he’s positive you put on his deodorant after your bath. The thought of being so connected that you dress and smell like him while still maintaining your own smell makes him want you more.

His cheeks rub against your breasts, soft and heavy even through the pesky fabric, and because even one barrier is a barrier too many, he is now lifting the shirt over your head and tossing it to the corner of the room. 

His cock twitches at the erotic sight of you, fully naked except with your panties shifted ever so slightly to the side, puffy pussy lips wrapped around his cock, and hole stuffed to the brim with him. He’d call it a fantasy if this weren’t his real life. 

His feather-soft touches—reserved only for you—cascade from your stomach down your hip before the idea of not moving and not making love to you becomes too unbearable. His hand grips one of your thighs, and he pulls his hips back slightly, dragging the length of him against your silken walls and then forward, your pussy so wet, so creamy, and welcoming for him.

In his mind, he’s giving thanks, thanks to the shitty universe that finally felt enough pity for him that he was blessed with you. 

He has to steel his resolve, however, because when he begins to think like this—think about how lucky he is to have you, to be buried inside of you—he’s prone to lose himself to you far earlier than he’d like and he wants this tryst to last. 

“Haru, feel so good.” your words are slurred and dripping with the slow drawl that comes with sleep, but your body is deliciously reactive for him. The creamy sounds of his cock mixing with your thick slick fills the room so lewdly and loudly that it makes both your cheeks heat up as your love is audibly personified. 

“You do, too. P-pussy feels amazing.” 

He loves you so much his heart hurts. His other hand finds yours, entangling his long fingers with your own. And the way you rub at his bruised knuckles, fresh from a fight, doesn’t go unnoticed by him. Even in your half-awake state, you still care for him and want to ease his discomfort. 

He slots his lips against yours where they belong, wishing that he could give you a more heated kiss, the kind that you like where he lets you suck on his tongue, but this is perfect, too.

You open your mouth, ready, so willing to accept him. He’d never say no to you, and he’s not going to start tonight. His tongue eagerly slips into your warm cavern and is immediately greeted by yours as he traces and flirts with it. 

God, the taste of you is perfect.

If he could drink every bit of your saliva, thick and minty, he would. 

Sakura pulls back, his chest aching a bit as he does so, but this question is important.

Breathy, soft whispers from a mind and body that is so lost in his lust for you can’t stop him from checking on your well-being. “Is this… you ok?”

“Mmmhmm”

His thrusts are steady and deep, practically slow, as he pulls out until the head of his dick stretches your tight hole to the thickest part of him. He’s then languidly pushing back in, savoring you and how you feel around him. He knows the feeling so well, yet it feels novel every time.

His eyes watch your face as your brows furrow; your tongue darts out past your lips to moisten them, the way your mouth falls open when he grinds the tip of his dick against your g-spot.

You’re so beautiful. 

His hand travels down and finds your clit. His thumb gently pushes the hood back, flattening the pad of his thumb he gently flicks at the sensitive bundle of nerves. You’re so warm and drooling with want from him that he lets out a whimper.

 “I love you.” 

Your breathing quickens, but you lap up his words like they are a scarcely available resource. When Haruka Sakura tells you he loves you, he means it. 

“Love you too, Kitten.”

“I want to make you cum. You think you can be a good girl for me and cum?” 

“Yes, baby, I’d love that. Almost there, please don’t stop, Haru.”

“No, never.” 

He leans down and takes a nipple into his mouth, moaning as your fingers rake through his hair. Every part of you is his favorite, but your breasts hold a special place in his heart. He sucks on them maybe a bit too eagerly, but you don’t seem to mind; as he pops each nipple out his mouth, they glisten with saliva and stiffen into needy peaks.

Your pussy is clenching him more now; he can tell that you’re close, and he loves that he can do this for you. 

His thrusts have picked up slightly in speed, but they’re harder—communicating more want—the headboard now bucking against the wall and making consistent banging noises. As your cum splashes out of you with every flick of his hips, your inner thighs and his abs being coated in nothing but your slick, you pull him down flush against your soft body.

You see your orgasm before you feel it like fireworks exploding in your brain and setting off each pleasure sensor as your eyes dilate. You get that wonderful lightheaded feeling that comes with taking too many rapid breaths in a short amount of time.

Sakura moans as you clench around him, your walls gripping the head of his cock and massaging that sensitive spot on the underside of his dick. He can feel hot, white streams of his cum pouring into you, filling up every inch of you until your walls are painted white with his seed. He gives you a few more final, deep thrusts to ensure that his nut is deep and buried in what’s his, his thighs trembling at the idea of you being stuffed to the brim with his love, making him absolutely weak.

“Mmm, pervert. Did you just nut inside of me?”

He pulls away, leaning across the bed to grab a towel that’s settled nearby—first to clean you up, dabbing at your folds and thighs, and then himself.

“Sorry, should have used your face for target practice. Go pee so you don’t get a UTI.”

He helps you up; your eyes are still half-open as he guides you to the bathroom. As he hears the click of the door and the sound of a steady stream hitting sitting water, he turns to continue his routine. 

Sakura grabs the previously discarded white tee, places it on the bed for you, and then heads to the kitchen. He grabs a glass of water and a granola bar, just in case, and places both items on your side of the nightstand. 

He looks down at the sheets and briefly considers changing them; streaky, white, wet stains stand out as evidence of your lovemaking, but he hears the sound of water coming from a faucet, and he doesn’t want to hinder your sleep any longer.

You exit the bathroom, rubbing your eyes and yawning. 

“Here,” he says, getting up with the shirt, pulling it over your head and down your body, and then guiding you back to bed.

You snuggle up next to him, and you drift off. Typically, Sakura might spend this time staring at you, wondering what you’re dreaming about as your face gives way to adorable expressions in your sleep, but this time, he joins you in your slumber instead. 

[munsonsmixtapes]

Okayyy can I request reader walking in on Eddie Diaz getting himself off, they are colleagues kinda friends both have secret feels. Honestly I just want anything to do with him my mind is ridden with thoughts of Eddie Diaz lately.

roommate!Eddie x fem!reader

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) masturbation, Eddie receives a handjob

You and Eddie had been living together for months now and things had been going pretty smoothly. He was a good roommate as far as you were concerned. He always cleaned up around the apartment when he made a mess and would be super quiet if he came home late from work.

And it didn't hurt that he was easy on the eyes. Any of the friends you brought over would always try to shoot their shot but he always told them that he wasn't interested. That was because he was harboring a giant crush on you and he was waiting around for you to feel the same way.

But that was only because he couldn't get over you. He tried. Any woman he'd sleep with, he'd just imagine your face on top of hers, trying he best not to moan your name. So, he just resorted to spending late nights with his hand, a sock, and a bottle of lotion and that seemed to work really well for him.

As soon as Eddie got home from work, he made a beeline for his room, stripping down to his underwear, his rock hard cock tenting in them. You had visited him and the rest of the 118 at the fire house and the dress you had worn had done wonders for him. And now you were about to be the stat of his fantasy as he got himself off.

Eddie stripped down and threw himself onto his bed, grateful that you weren't home and pulled out his freshly washed sock along with the lotion that he used that he kept in his drawer. He put on the lotion and put on the sock, going to town, letting his moans fall from his lips.

He kept going, desperate to seek his relief, your name coming out of his mouth this time. He could feel his vision going hazy as he got there, hitting his free hand against the mattress repeatedly. Eddie was so caught up in his orgasm that he hadn't even heard his door open.

He caught you staring at him and a let out loud scream, quick to cover himself up with his blanket. Just when he thought you were going to cover your eyes and leave, you stepped into the room and closed the door, leaning against it.

"Do you need some help?" You asked, batting your eyelashes and Eddie could have sworn that he had died and gone to Heaven because why else would you have offered that up so easily?

"Do I-what?" He wasn't denying you, but more caught off guard by your question. Was he dreaming? Clearly he must have been.

"Do you. Need some. Help." You stepped closer, leaning over the bed so that your face was close to his. If he had moved just a few centimeters, you'd be kissing.

"Please," he whined and you smirked, pulling back the blanket, seeing that he was still very hard underneath his sock. Your hand hovered over it as if asking for permission.

"May I?" You asked and he nodded furiously. You then removed the sock, feeling your mouth watering as you thought about how badly you wanted to suck him off.

"Wow, you're even bigger than I imagined," you said, your eyes wide.

"Y-you were imagining how big my dick is?" He asked, letting out a gasp at how hard you gripped his cock.

"Oh yeah," you replied, starting to pump your hand slowly, trying to get him used to the feeling. "I think about it all the time. What it'd be like to have it in my mouth, inside me, everywhere." You were saying all the right things to the point where you could already see cum leaking from his cock.

"Fuck," he whined. "Keep going." Your pumps got faster and was already getting there, so many nosies coming from his mouth. And he was hot, the back of his head being pressed against the headboard, making a mess of his hair. And he was sweating, giving his skin a nice glisten.

Eddie's hands gripped the sheets underneath him, trying his best to hold on for a long as possible, but he was already close. His vision was clouding as a loud scream ripped through him, causing his throat to become raw.

As he was coming down from it, you stood up from the bed, stripping as slowly as possible. You started with your jeans, unbuttoning them then taking them off, followed by the thong that you had worn just for him, hoping that you'd get a chance to show him. You then slowly ran your hands down your body, stopping when you got to your cunt.

You then ran them back up to the bottom of your top, pulling it up over your head, now standing completely naked in front of your roommate. The one who you had been crushing on since he moved in.

"Fuck," he whined, looking at your body, deciding that it was even better than he had imagined and he couldn't wait to get his hands on you. "Want you to ride me."

"Ask and you shall receive." He helped you climb onto him and he decided that he could watch you forever like that, wanting to feel you on top of him. Eddie reached into his bedside table drawer and pulled out a condom which he handed to you and you rolled it onto his cock.

You then settled on top of him and began to ride him hard and fast, since you knew that was how he seemed to like it. You watched him underneath you, his eyes closed, his mouth falling open. You were definitely taking a mental picture to save for later.

“Don’t go easy on me,” he said through labored breaths. “Do your worst.”

“Maybe after a few rounds,” you replied. “You can’t handle that right now.” You picked up your speed and Eddie opened his eyes, letting his gaze fall to your tits, watching the way they bounced as he you fucked him, wondering if you’d led him have his way with them.

“Yeah? You like what you see?” You asked, arching your back to give you a better view as your hands gripped his shoulders.

His hands moved to your waist, his fingers digging into the skin and you loved the way it felt, this sting of his nails in your flesh.

“Love,” he replied, still breathless. “You’re so beautiful. I-I think I love you.” He didn’t mean to say it, but there was nothing but truth in his words. He did love you and as more than a friend. You brought your movements to a halt, looking him dead in the eyes. He had really fucked up, hadn't he?

"Oh stop," you rolled your eyes, but looking into his, you could tell that he was being serious. "You're serious," your eyes widened.

"I am."

"Well, I love you too, Eddie," you replied and a huge grin broke out on his face. He pushed you so that your back was flat against the mattress. He pressed his lips against yours, smiling into the kiss. You mimicked his actions, your arms wrapping around his neck as you returned his kiss. Eddie lowered himself down onto you as he hands found yours, intertwining your fingers as he pumped into you slowly, wanting to take his time.

The two of you spent the rest of the night tangled up in Eddie's sheets, going for multiple rounds and exchanging "I love you's" until the sun came up, both you going to work absolutely blissed out. Now that you were finally together, the two of you were inseparable and nothing could keep you from each other.

[bun-z-bakery]

✧. ┊𝐿𝑖𝑔ℎ𝘵 𝘚ℎ𝘰𝑤𝑒𝑟

A/N: I'm backkkk!! I've been reading alien fics lately and wanted to make something with our best boi! it's a silly one-shot but my love for alien!dogday might make me write another:3 P.S. i did some research for this so dont come for me if something is wrong blame google!

Alien!Dogday x GN!Reader CW: injury

The rapid beeping of the ship forced you out of your sleep. The red lights flickered as a warning causing you to head to the control panel to assess the situation quickly. "WOAH!" The ship began to shake violently as you bashed away at the controls, a vain attempt to put your ship back onto course. Crackling can be heard coming from your transmitter "...Co...Ang..." The signal was weakening and you needed to work quickly. "HELLO? I NEED AID IMMEDIATELY!"

You cried as you began to mentally prepare for the worst as you suited up and strapped yourself into a seat.

Your body began to jerk harshly against the restraints of the safety harness. You could feel the air around you getting hotter and hotter as your eyes locked onto the windows turning into a tinted orange as the flames grew from the nose of your ship to the sides... Between those flames, you just barely caught a glimpse of the tiny planet you call home. The distance made you realize how far you were, and alone. Metal began to wail against itself as you felt your last breath leave your body. 

Your eyes flutter open and the flash of a dim flickering light fills your vision before your eyes can adjust. You blink, disoriented and with ringing ears. You're alive by some miracle. Slowly you try to rise to your feet though before you can move a sharp pain violently runs through your leg, making you fall back onto the ground. You wince in pain as you look around "Wait there's... gravity?" Quickly you begin piecing everything together. You never made it to your destination you were now sitting in a completely different orbit.

You remove the now broken harness strap that clung onto your shoulder. The small crack in your helmet almost sent you into a panic. Your breathing was fine however any more damage could lead to bigger problems than being injured in space.

"Mission control... Do you read me?" Your throat croaked. You were desperately in need of water and aid. You were stranded on a planet

with no equipment that could keep you alive and you only had your oxygen tank left to spare.

Your headset crackled and the voice was once again barely audible. "An... Stat... Aid..."

"I'm alive, but I only hav-" The area dimmed as a giant shadow loomed over you.

You ignored the static voice coming from your transmitter. There was nothing you could use to defend yourself. Tears formed in your eyes as you sat as still as humanly possible.

Something was whistling behind you. 

You try to stabilize your breathing as the shadow begins to slowly disappear. You take a sigh in relief yet you still weren't alone. Turning to your left you find yourself face to face with a furry creature. It seems like its stare was out of curiosity rather than fear. The creature was one like you've never seen before. 

It was canine-looking, with orange fur and what looked to be a sun symbol on the darker part of its fur that blended with the lighter parts. Its fluffy ears and tail looked soft, you were almost tempted to reach out to feel them. But what stood out to you the most was its antenna. Orange like its fur but had green at the tips, the same green spots and stripes were also had on its tail and ears. 

It seemed friendly enough, it hasn't tried to hurt you... Yet. "H-hello?" you wave at the creature as it begins to inspect you from where it stands. It chirps as it crouches down and holds your helmet in its hands.

"No no!" you protest as it reaches your helmet. Your injuries prevented you from putting up a fight, you watch as it continues to gently pry off your helmet. You could only watch in fear as you slowly begin to suffocate now from the lack of oxygen. Your body begins to feel like it could explode as your vision blurs. Two furry hands gently hold onto the sides of your face as the blurred sight of an orange blob swiftly pulls your face into its own. 

"What.." you look around in confusion. There the creature was, sitting in front of you cross-legged and smiling back at you. "You startled me there! I thought I had lost you!" 

"You- I can understand you. Wait." you look around and spot your cracked helmet off to the side. You begin to panic yet continue to breathe just fine. 

"You're safe! But you're hurt." 

It puts a furry hand on your head to help calm you. Confused and on the brink of losing your mind you decide to not struggle for fear of making it or him angry. 

You could hear the faint crackle coming from your helmet, you knew what the sound meant. "It sounds worried about you." He begins as he rises to his feet. "Your home... is broken." He looks down at the debris that surrounds you both. 

"My hom-HEY!" You were cut off as the furry creature gently picked you up and began to float. 

"PUT ME DOWN!" You shout as he continues to float away while holding you comfortably in his arms.

"Do you wish to float yourself?" 

He asks cautiously now sensing your fear. His ears fall flat as his antenna droop slightly. 

"N-no, humans can’t float..." 

This must be his first encounter with a human. You think to yourself as you ponder what this discovery could mean for you. You'd have a hand in it, sure. But what about him? What would happen to him if you brought him back to earth with your crew? 

"Good thing we've arrived then!" He cheers happily as he gracefully and gently sits you both on the rough ground, releasing you from his gentle hold. His orange hand points to the sky, you follow his hand and gaze at the sight in awe. Dozens of stars dance around the sky above you. They remind you of the star showers back home as they zoomed past you two and twinkled, you couldn't help but smile at the sight. 

"Beautiful right?" 

"They are," you respond, still in awe as you continue watching. "Do you have a name?" You cautiously ask.

"I was given the name Dogday." A small cloud of dust begins to form as his tail slowly starts to wag in excitement. 

"Do you have a name, little human?" you glance up at him, his antennae begin to give off a faint green glow. 

"My friends call me Angel." 

"Angel..." 

He parrots back in a tone as sweet as honey. You smile at him and he

does the same. Oddly enough you start feeling more at ease. "Do you know where we are right now?" You ask as you relax onto his furry arm. Your gentle movements made his tail wag even faster. "We're sitting on the star home with petals!" 

He answers happily. You tilt your head slightly in confusion but quickly realize what he meant. 

"Petals?..." you were confused with what he had meant. You look around in an attempt to see what he might be referring to, and an excited gasp leaves your lips upon the realization of where you two are currently seated. "We're on Saturn!" 

You exclaim, catching the poor creature off guard. He lets our happy chirp as he mirrors your expression. 

"Humans give names to the star homes?" 

You nod with a hum. Dogday was more than pleased with the conversation and your company. You begin to play with the ground, tracing the ground's rough textures next to your legs. He chirps happily once again upon seeing how relaxed you are now. 

"We do. On my star home, all of them have names!" 

"Your star home?..." 

Dogday looks at you with big puppy eyes. He felt a tug in his chest once he realized you wouldn't be here with him forever. After years of being alone. He felt something he never thought he'd feel again Happiness.

As if on cue, you heard the faint crackle coming from your helmet that lay in the distance. You turn your attention to it however you notice something in the distance. A bright ball of flames sped towards the location where you crashed. It was a rescue crew. 

"I need to get my helmet back and I need you to hide!" You quickly explain as you try to stand only to wince in pain once you move your leg. Your leg was still injured and you didn't want to risk Dogday being taken or worse... 

"Dogday!" You exclaim as he quickly scoops you in his arms and floats you both back to where the debris lies untouched. He gently set you down and helped you put your helmet back on. You fiddled with your gloves, making sure they were still on securely. "Angel!" You glance in the direction of his voice, unaware he left your side. Your eyes widen once you notice he is much bigger than before, his body still shrinking to the size you had seen him originally as he quickly float-walked closer to where you sat. 

"Dogday?" 

"Take!" He has a big grin on his face, and the green hue of his antennae grows brighter. You chuckle as you hold out your arm and he slips on a golden bangle that looks oddly familiar. You examine it once he lets out a satisfied hum. 

"From this star home!" that's when it clicked, it was one of Saturn's "petals" as he refers to them. It radiated a soft glow and had a pleasant chill. Now one of Saturn's rings somehow rests comfortably on your wrist.

"Stay..." His eyes began to tear up, you motion for him to lean down and gently place a gloved hand on his face.

"I have to go. Thank you for this." You stated softly as you stroked his cheek with your thumb. A sad smile crept up on his face as he tapped your helmet. You close your eyes as a soothing sensation washes over your body. 

Once you opened them Dogday was gone. 

You look around for him but instead, you spot a figure above you. It was them, they had arrived. The rescue crewmates began to help you back to their ship. They made sure you were in stable condition and treated you with what they had on board. No human could've survived what you just did yet here you were alive. You look out the small window, watching Saturn become smaller and smaller at a rapid pace. 

The sound of chatter began to drown out as you slowly began to succumb to tiredness. The adrenaline wore you out and the only thing that filled your body now was pain. An orange fuzzy face that startled you as it stared at you. It was Dogday! You wave at him and flash him a warm smile. His face was covered in tears and his lips quivered as he waved at you sadly. He pushes himself away and watches as you fly back to your home planet. Even though your time together was short you can help but feel a tug in your chest. 

Little did you know you had just been courted by the lonely dog-alien.

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed! I want to get back to being active again so send in those requests! here's all the characters i write for currently!

[wazzappp]

Alrighty my dudes buckle up

GHOST RIDER D&D AU

also WOE. ART STYLE CHANGE BE UPON YE.

First things first thank you to my beloved mutual @moosemonstrous, who was basically the brains behind the operation I basically just wanted an excuse to draw tiefling Robbie and then got smacked in the face with an awesome story way beyond what I had ever thought of with KILLER fucking lore to match <3.

While I usually like to start with Robbie when introducing an AU, we're going to unfortunately have to start with Eli. A man who fucked up so monumentally that the kinda sorta god he's supposed to be serving went 'Bitch??? How about NO.' and humbled him faster than my DM can say 'roll perception'.

Ok I'm getting ahead of myself. Eli is pretty much the same personality wise as he is in canon. Insecure and desperate for power/control. He grew up surviving with Beto by doing jobs for the Myriad crime syndicate. Somewhere along the way he started serving his patron, Desirat, the twilight phoenix, in exchange for her power.

Im just going to directly quote what moose said about Desirat cause its phrased WONDERFULLY:

"Desirat, The Twilight Phoenix - companion and mount of Asmodeus during an ancient war, was torn from her master and captured by uppity mages. They were eventually killed, but she remained chained under a mountain, creating weird thermal phenomena in the area. Her sanity fractured in isolation so she thinks herself divine, and she lends through dreams and visions to those who 'carry a seed of fiery vengeance'. She now speaks to the minds of those who lie spurned and angry at night, calling them to unlock their inner flame and let Desirat aid them in their vengeance."

Desirat chose Eli as her champion to free her. She believed his faults would make him easy to manipulate for her purposes.

But eventually Beto wanted to settle down, and Eli refused to (to quote moose) 'Stop that warlock bullshit that EVERYONE SAID will get him in trouble'. And the brothers separate. During that time, Eli gets it in his head that he can steal more power from her by becoming a Litch. Great! In order to become a Litch he needs to have the most important person to him engage in a willing life sacrifice. Not great.

So he finds Beto and tries to get him to oblige to his sacrifice, and while there might have been a time where Beto might have laid down his life for his brother, he wont anymore. He has a family now. People who rely on him who AREN'T Eli. Unfortunatly, Eli is PISSED by this and kills Beto even though he isn't a willing sacrifice. Eli figures 'Whose really gonna care? A life is a life right?'

DESIRAT cares. She basically obliterates Eli on the spot and stores his lifeforce for later purposes.

(all stat sheets curtosy of the great Moose. Also I feel obligated to mention there was a scary moment during the art process where Eli looked like a beautiful butch lesbian. Horrifying.)

After Eli's spiritual, physical, and magical bitch slap, Desirat starts looking down his bloodline for a NEW champion. Lucky her, Robbie is RIGHT THERE. Protective of his brother, a strong sense of justice even from a young age, a hatred of when things aren't fair; he's PERFECT. She has plans for this one. Eli was a good test run. But she has IMPROVEMENTS planned for Robbie.

So Desirat waits until Robbie is old enough and strong enough to serve her purposes. In that time, Julianna goes out adventuring to get more coin so she can pay for Gabe's treatments of Greater Restoration and just. General food and water and general supplies. But she doesn't come back. She was responsible though and hired someone who was willing to take what she could offer to take care of the boys. Gabe still believes that she's still out there and trying to come back to them. Robbie thinks she's either bailed on them for a life of adventure or dead.

Around when Robbie turns 18, Desirat puts her plans into effect. Seeing as tieflings carry innate magical abilities (most commonly thaumaturgy, hellish rebuke, and darkness) it would be far more advantageous for her champion to be a tiefling than human. In the span of about 4 months, Robbie goes through a rather drastic transformation.

His fingernails harden, then blacken, then sharpen. Awful pressure builds in his skull that is only relived when the beginnings of horns break through his skin. A similar process begins with a lump forming at his tail bone and eventually bursting out into a long pointed tail. His canine teeth fall out and grow back in sharper and longer. His eyes cloud over to black and yellow, all the while his skin reddens and forms hard ridges on his arms, ribs and spine.

To say this is disorienting and painful is an understatement. Not to mention how it changes how the other people around the village look at him (not to mention how it changes how he looks at himself). Even though the stigma around tieflings isn't as strong as it once was, it eventually causes Robbie to be out of a job. So he decides to sell the house, pack up his things, prepare schooling money for his brother and move to the city where more opportunities will hopefully await.

GABE!!! THE LITTLE ADHGH. Idk why but I got extreme cute aggression when drawing this version of him fdjkslaf.

Gabe still has CP like he does in canon, but with the magical advantages of ✨Greater Restoration✨ he can generally function pretty well. He still gets tired sometimes though, so he carries around a walking staff as an aid just in case he needs one (also he can go whack whack. at least thats what Robbie tells him when he gets a little self conscious carrying it around).

Robbie has saved up enough money for Gabe to get a months worth of schooling at the Dawn Father Chantry in the city so he can learn to cast Greater Restoration on himself. Gabe's recent growth spurt has been causing him to need more and more frequent healings, and the Chantry in their home village of Hill Rock has been less and less obliging as of late (partially due to Robbies recent uh... condition. not that anyone would dare say it to his face of course).

Some extra fun doodles with expressions and thinking about how Desirat might look and interact with Robbie. I love when gods have a kind of twisted love for their special chosen people (plus some fun transformation horror cause its ✨me✨ were talking about what did you expect).

Also I really REALLY liked that top left sketch and got the rendering itch so I had some fun and painted it in.

Theres a whole fuckin. Second post to this au all lined up cause Moose when HAM on this. But its gonna take some more character designs so I'll need just a little time. but this will not be the last you see of this lol I promise <3

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Chesty coughs and cuddles

Pairings: Wanda x R

Prompt: “You’ve kept that cough through two colds and it sounds like you’re on your third.”  (From Sombre Sapphics blog prompts)

Word count: 738

Summary: you have a cough that wont go away.

TW: chest infection, fever, almost fainting, infirmary, medical check up

A/n I might post two fics today because their both a bit short.

“You’ve kept that cough through two colds and it sounds like you’re on your third.” Wanda frowned as you hunched over on the couch coughs wracking your form.

“Forth” you croaked when you had finally stopped.

“What?” Wanda asked unsure she had heard you correctly

“Forth cold.” You clarified

“right. we’re going to Bruce” wanda said pulling you into a sitting position.

“Nooo i was comfy.” You whined.

“Babe this isn’t normal. You need to see a doctor.” Wanda reasoned pulling you to your feet. When you were upright your vision swam and you stumbled forward, luckily wanda wrapped her arms around you to stop you from falling flat on your face.

“Woah there tiger, nice and easy.” She said. “Wrap your legs around my waist love and I’ll carry you.” So you did. Like a toddler your head rested by her neck and your arms around her neck with your flying flush to her torso. She held you up under your thighs, but you were too tired to care.

“Baby girl, you feel a bit warm sweets. Have you taken your temperature lately?” She cooed. You buried your face in her neck and mumbled softly

“‘M not a baby.” You whined

“Ok love.” She chuckled realising you were a bit too far gone to response in your hazy fevered state. “I’ll get Bruce to check when we see him.” She cooed. And you whined at the mention of going to the sick bay.

“Baby trust me it’ll make you feel better.” She soothed.

“Don’t wanna.” You whined hearing Jarvis announce you were here.

Wanda carefully set you down on the bed, having to sit down herself as you clung to her and refused to let go.

“What can i do for you two girls today?” Bruce asked wiping his hands on his lab coat.

“Y/n/n’s had a cough for about three colds-“

“Four”

“Four colds and i think she has a fever, i was just hoping you could check her out to make sure its nothing serious.” Wanda said patting your back as you began to squirm.

“Ok. Y/n/n can you look at me for a sec.” Bruce asked, running the tip of the thermometer over your forehead.

“Hmm 100.7 not dangerous but still a fever id like to keep an eye on.” Bruce said more to himself than anyone else.

“Has she had any meds?” He asked grabbing a stethoscope.

“Not yet i don’t think.”

“Give her a Tylenol and see how her fever reacts” he said slipping the metal tip under your shirt and unto your back. You squirmed at the cool metal and wanda held you tighter shushing you softly.

“Hmm her breathing sounds a bit crackly. I think she has a chest infection, ill need to do more tests.” He said. “Jarvis scan Y/n’s chest and send the report to my lab computer.” He said walking over to his desk.

“Scan complete.” Jarvis said.

“It seems i was right, Ms L/n has a nasty chest infection.” He said as you began coughing again.

“I’ll give her some antibiotics and when she finishes the course bring her back for another check up to see if its cleared.” He said pressing a box of green and white pills into Wanda’s palm.

“For now she needs rest and to keep an eye on her temp. Let me or Jarvis know if it gets above 103 and I’ll give her an ice bath if needed. If you like i can have Jarvis send live updates of her stats to my computer if that makes you feel better.”

“That would be great thanks Bruce.” Wanda said. “Well i better get this one to bed.” Wanda said as you nuzzled into her neck again.

“Thanks again Bruce.” Wanda said and you slurred something incomprehensible.

“Its alright girls don’t hesitate to contact me if you need anything at all.”

You must have fallen asleep sometime on the way back because the next thing you knew you were asleep in your bed with your girlfriend.

Life was good, even if it was hard to breathe.

MASTERLIST

[bangchansslut6]

{Desperate for your love..}

Part one...

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°•°•—Authors note: SO I've been gone..for about a year🙈 i honestly forgot I have a blog and now only remembered. I've had this idea in mind for awhile so..YAY!! Also i decided to make this into TWO parts so i could upload the first one faster!!•°•°—

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°•°•—WARNINGS: fem reader, Smut, Fluff kinda, WATERBORDING, comfort, kidnapping? Blood, vampires, alcohol, breeding kink, blood kink, dom kink, corruption kink, virgin reader, innocent reader, Dom!Chan, Sub!Reader. Chan is a vampire Reader is human and is described as curvy—•°•°

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Chan was known all over the land. His whole family was. The Bahngs the most dangerous vampire family that had ever been reported. Their king, James Bahng was a special type of vampire and had led that onto his three sons including Chan.

They were all extremely feared and nobody dared approached the forest they were said to live in.

Chan was the oldest of three brothers. He was now at the age of 2667 or in human years that would be 26. And still not married. Chan was known as the strict and cold brother. He was known to be extremely quiet and cold but VERY powerful. Chans power stat could go higher then his father.

It was a usual half moon night. The air was gloomy and foggy. Chan was walking around the forest hands behind his back. He had black dress pants on with some black shoes. A red button up and a black royal vest with a black coat on. A silver chain around his neck and some rings on his fingers.

Walking around the gloomy night Chan heard the humans cheering. With curiosity Chan walked towards the sound to see them cheering as a woman. A beautiful woman. Was tied to a tub filled with water. She had a bag over her head and was continually being submerged in the water. Chan could hear her crying from where he was standing.

Usually he wouldn't have cared. But this woman made his heart race and his palms get sweaty for no reason. He looked forward looking at her body. His eyes felt a slight sting before going back to normal..did..he just get a zing?

A zing was a thing that vampires got once they found true love. And there was Chans. About to die. A zing happened only once in a vampires life and Chans was finally here.

Stepping out the shadows Chan made himself present and all the villagers yelled in fear and ran while the woman was still tied. Chan walked over to her and untied to knot letting her fall but catching her before she did.

She was beautiful. Her hair and body and skin. She was breathtaking. Picking her up in his arms Chan looked down at her. His blood red eyes shining a bit in the moonlight.

"Why must humans ruin everything beautiful?" Chan whispered to himself touching readers cheek with his cold hand. "Your so freaking adorable. Like a little bunny. Now your my bunny." Chan grabbed her waist picking her up bridal style.

—Reader POV—

I felt air finally hit my lungs. I trembled the night was cold against my damp dress. My vision was blurry. Who was this man? I didn't know. But his features and his strength made me blush. I didn't fight back. I couldn't I was too weak and out of breath.

When I opened my eyes again I saw we were indoors. In his house I'm guessing. I was on a bed. A big bed. It was black with silk and cotton covers.

The room is dark..too dark to see my surroundings. I can see a desk and a closet though..where am I?

Finally after awhile of quiet thinking I stand up grabbing onto anything I could not to fall because my legs were so sore. But then there's a sound. A sound of a out of tune piano playing a creepy tune. Of course it sounds nice but the echo makes me shiver in fear but also confusion. I needed to leave. Now.

°•°•—AUTHORS NOTE: SOO this is the first part and honestly I think I did horrible! 😭 I've been reading it over and over and I just think it's bad. As you all know I am a new writer so their is definitely some BAD mistakes and I know it's short but I promise part two will be better!!—•°•°

[24kvlaks]

Change your name.

Yandere Stalker X reader

Change your name and change your mind and leave this fucked up place behind but I’ll know, I’ll know, I’ll know, I’ll know.

“Hmm.” You groaned, the feeling of pain in your lower back as you sat on your wooden chair in your dining room at your middle class apartment.

Currently you were unemployed and injured, your leg was sprung and you couldn’t continue due to the injury luckily your apartment was a two step apartment and you could make your way around.

There were only two floors in your room, meaning you’d only have two steps to go up if you wanted to go upstairs to your bedroom or shower.

Currently you were walking around with crutches or rolling around in your wheelchair. You can’t exactly remember how you’ve gotten hurt but all you know is that you had memory lost from brain damage meaning a hit to the head.

You stood on one leg currently stumbling towards your wheelchair before relaxing as you took a seat rolling around on your marble tiles as you went towards your bedroom.

Groaning as you lifted yourself toward your crutches and helping yourself up your two single stairs.

You heard your phone ring in your bedroom, and crutched towards your room. Leaning on the door frame from exhaustion.

Finally you reached your bed and you collapsed grasping your phone in your sore hands before answering.

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“Hello?”

“Hello, Is this (_____) (_____)?”

“Yeah, who is this?”

“Sorry I’m from the hospital your new care provider, they stated that your leg isn’t only sprung it’s a fracture. They want me to take care of you for now though if your not comfortable you can feel free to cancel it though, I highly recommend you don’t.”

“Yeah sure I’ve been struggling with getting around, when do you think you’ll be here?”

“Tomorrow 8:00pm. Is that fine with you?”

“Don’t you think that’s a little late?”

“I’ll be your 24 hour care provider.”

“Yeah that’s fine. Listen not to cut this short but I’m really tired right now, call you later?”

“No need I’ll be there tomorrow. Have a nice night goodbye, don’t be moving around a lot. Only move in your wheelchair.”

“Yeah sure, goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

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You overslept, shit. What time is it? Fuck the sun burns. Time, time time. 4:00pm? Fuck. They’d be here in 4 hours clean, clean, clean.

“Ah shit!”

You groaned as you went to stand so urgent you forgot your foot was “fractured” though not listening to his advice.

You went around with your crutches picking up trash and vacuuming spraying air spray to make the complex smell good. Dusting the ceiling chandeliers and fans wiping walls and even repainted some things the whole house needed to be clean.

“Fuck!” You fell down your two pairs of steps as you bent back and forth landing on your face. Lifting your head up with blurry vision and self embarrassment you heard a knock at your door who could that be? Quickly you stood and crutched to the door groaning and whining as you did.

Looking through the peephole you saw a chest. The door stood at 6’0 so you were almost bewildered at the fact they were taller than that.

“Who-fuck, who is it?”

You groaned again as the pain began to radiate you looked behind yourself only to see the outside dark you had to have passed out.

“Your care provider. (___) (_____) .”

There voice was deep and raspy it sent shivers up your spine and hairs stood upon your neck.

“Yeah sorry.”

You dismissed yourself for being late to open the door.

“Ahah, your good. But please it’s cold out here. The halls are freezing would you mind letting me in?”

“Yeah sorry come in.”

They gave you an angry and annoyed glance as they walked in taking in the place you felt almost embarrassed thinking they didn’t like the rose gold decor.

“I thought I told you to stay off your feet?”

“Oh yes! I’m sorry I just used my crutches to open the door.”

You lied through your teeth and they eyed you up and down.

“The house smells fresh you’ve had to have cleaned it, it’s fine no need to lie to me.”

He states that as if he felt betrayed. Like you knew each other for years his hair was long, past his shoulders between his lower back, fluffy and looked soft. He was broad and obviously tall.

His face was clean shaven if it weren’t for the causal clothes you would’ve thought he was going on a date

“Oh yes, (___) do you know how you fractured your ankle?”

Ankle? You thought it was your leg you could’ve sworn?

“Um no, they never told me. Just a hit to the head they said.”

“You were attacked late at night.”

“Wait really? Probably should’ve guessed that I feel like an idiot.”

“What do you mean really you think I’d lie to you?”

You stood frozen, there naturally awkward demeanor as you watched them take off there shows and step unto the carpet with there black socks.

They walked ahead of you taking sight of your wheelchair and grabbing it for you. Looking at you with a sad betrayed look on there face.

“Please take my advice next time. Sit.”

You sat down, your eyes rolling back in relief being off of your foot. You felt hands on your shoulders giving you a light massage. A sweet humming sound calming you as the road you towards the dinner table.

“You didn’t eat. I brought dinner.”

How’d they know you didn’t eat. Must’ve assumed. Though wouldn’t the dinner have expired if you did?

“Thank you-”

The cut you off quickly

“No problem, your favorite. Spaghetti!”

How would they know that was your favorite, your body began to shake. Maybe a family member by of yours told them everything they had to know about you. Yeah that had to be it.

“Hey, can you take me upstairs. I really have to pee if you don’t mind.”

“Of course (___)!”

The hurriedly brought you upstairs, you realized you left your phone in the bathroom but you didn’t think nothing of it. You sat down on the toilet hearing them go into the kitchen to cook. Your phone started vibrating luckily it was on silent. You picked it up and brought it too your ear.

“Sorry it’s delayed I’ll see you Tomorrow.”

Someone said over the phone.

“Who is this?” You asked

“Your care provider?”

Your provider said

“I couldn’t come today I’ll be happy to go tomorrow.”

They added on

Quickly you hung up you need to find out who the fuck was in your kitchen.

[enihk-writes]

[eyes closed]

pairing: baek cheon x afab!reader

summary: improper use of a forehead ribbon

content warning: fingering (masturbation) // sensual deprivation (vision) // restricted movements (not bondage) // baek cheon gets called a good boy (among other pet-names), cries during sex truther, is a bottom (kinda) // humping // raw (please use protection) // prone-bone // missionary // (very minor) mind-break // (possible) breeding kink // squirting // creampie // generally messy

word count: 2.25k

author's note: i saw a very specific oc x baek cheon twt fanart that im too ashamed to tag or link rn,,, where the oc was blindfolded and yea.... i started having thoughts.... and i also stared too long at another fanart (sfw) and it also had my mind wandering. i am going to hell, how could i lewd my wife like this!!!!! I AM SOOOOO FUCKING DISTRAUGHT RN!!!!!! I NEED MORE PEOPLE TO BE IN THIS FANDOM AND TAKE OVER MY JOB STAT!!!!!! (going to sit and stare at the ceiling before i post to let the stuff i just wrote sink in)

[18+ NSFW CONTENT BELOW, MINORS DNI]

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poor baek cheon who had innocently given you his signature ribbon to play around with, watching as you try and fail to tie it around your head the same way he did and gradually growing frustrated.

earnest baek cheon who had offered to do it for you, standing in front of you as his hands tried to undo the tricky knot you had clumsily made. the ribbon falling over your eyes as you giggle in embarrassment from having to ask your lover to do something this simple for you.

flustered baek cheon who sees the white ribbon cover your eyes as you look up at him from the chair you sat on. his face grows red and heated rapidly as obscene images of you in compromising positions — blindfolded, undressed and writhing beneath him on his bed, flash through his mind. he tries desperately rid himself of these inappropriate thoughts by shaking his head, to no avail.

flustered baek cheon who realises that you've begun to catch onto his uncharacteristic silence and stiffening body. your devious little grin growing wider as you bury your face in his stomach, rubbing your cheek against him affectionately. pity his ribbon was still around your eyes or you would have been rewarded with the most delightful expression on his perfect face.

flustered baek cheon who lets you walk him backwards into his bed, who watched you go down on your knees as your hands push his legs apart, who lets you place a quick peck on his growing bulge and then another on his exposed skin, right where his happy trail started. your lips drag downwards, leaving behind soft bites and lingering kisses until you stop at the hem of his pants. you tilt your head to rest your cheek against his thigh, asking him if he wanted to continue or have you stop.

he lets out a desperate whine, pleading with you to go on. please don't be so cruel as to leave him hanging like this.

sensitive baek cheon who tries not to buck up his hips into your mouth when you pull down his pants, alternating between kissing the tip of his shaft and giving kitten licks to clean off the precum escaping the slit. there wasn't much else he could do in his position other than bend his head down to watch you suck him off.

obedient baek cheon who tries his hardest to stay still, your curt voice repeatedly ringing in his mind. but it was so difficult! you were teasing him so frequently, building him up to his release and suddenly stopping — over and over again. he lets out a shaky plea to be nice, he loves it just as much as he hates it whenever you decide to be mean to him in bed.

obedient baek cheon who doesn't resist when you order him to place his hands behind him and then push him to lie on the bed. he loved it when you coo and kiss his tear-stained cheeks, the result of holding himself back from grabbing your head and using your mouth to get himself off. he loved when you would praise him for being so good to you, that a good boy like him should be duly rewarded.

he watched you untie the strings keeping your sleepwear together, the front falling open to expose your naked chest. ah, if only his hands weren't behind him. he wanted to reach up and cup your soft mounds in his hands. he wanted to roll, pinch and pull your nipples around his fingers until it got hard and perky.

your hands reach under his own shirt to palm at his stomach, more specifically, his abs. your touches were light and ticklish and he couldn't help but tremble and gasp from the sensation.

my sweet boy, do you like it when i do this?

you lean down to whisper next to his ear, kissing up his neck and jaw, nibbling on the skin here and there. your clothed cunt rubbing against his still-hard cock, dragging up and down as slowly as you could, all while your fingers tapped at his sides playfully.

pitiful baek cheon who could only let out hiccups and sobs from the multitude of sensations you were giving him. for someone who had been blindfolded, you were awfully good at knowing exactly where he was the most sensitive. you gave him a final peck, lifting yourself off him to sit up properly. your hands rest on his abs as you grind your crotch harder down his twitching dick, smiling when he jerks upwards to meet your hips.

he feels light-headed as he feels the muscles in his groin tighten. through his blurred, teary gaze, he could see you concentrated on riding him to his release — your head falling forwards, mouth hung open as breathless gasps leave your lips.

you push down once more, this time rougher and baek cheon chokes back a drawn-out whine as he feels his cum shoot up and splatter across his bare stomach.

you smile a little tiredly at him, flopping sideways on the soft sheets. you stretch your body, back arching as your joints pop.

cheon-ah. come here, please?

obedient baek cheon who listens to your every word crawls over to where you lay. you kick off your pants, soaked in both yours and his essence, to the side — forgotten on the floor along with all of your other clothes. your hand reached downwards, opening the folds with two fingers as your middle finger traces figure eights around your clit and fluttering hole.

are you looking at it?

you tease your lover, head rolling to the side, your free hand fondling your breasts. baek cheon feels his jaw drop at the show you were putting on for him. there had been a lot going on within the sect that had kept the both of you too busy to see each other, even at night. he really, really missed you. and he's also forgotten from all that time away that you were sometimes... like this.

cheon-ah... you put this blindfold on me... and you're so quiet? ahh... i'm so hurt that my lover is so mean to me...

your voice calls out to him like a siren song, faking a hurt voice when he didn't move or make a sound at any of your questions earlier.

no... i...

flustered baek cheon who stumbles over his words trying to assure you that wasn't the case... earning a giggle from you. the way he got bashful so easily was always of great joy for you, could anyone blame you though? he was just too fun to tease.

shh... shh... you're right... my cheon-ah would never be mean to me. my baek cheon is the loveliest in the world, isn't he hm?

you shush his quiet hiccups, feeling a little guilty for pushing his buttons a little too far. you bring his face closer to you, kissing away the tears falling over his cheeks, kissing on the trembling corners of his mouth turned downwards. you wanted to lift your blindfold to see him properly but the noises he made throughout thus far had been a whole experience in itself.

sweet baek cheon who brightens at your kisses, who sniffles and returns them back with vigour. like a puppy who hasn't seen their beloved human in years, he peppers your whole face, lips pressing against every inch of your skin. your hand reaches down again to rub your forgotten clit, moaning against baek cheon's lips, stopping just as you felt yourself about to come undone.

cheon-ah... do you want to put it in?

your fingers wrap around his length, pumping till it was hard again. he shuffles his position, his tip prodding at your entrance, the wetness easing him in. he watches in fascination as your fluttering cunt seemed to be sucking him in each time he pressed against it.

he spreads your legs further apart, bringing your knees up your sides, finally pushing his cock in you so slowly you wanted to move your hips down. but it was times like this when baek cheon thought ahead, pinning your hands down with your knees so you couldn't move as freely as you'd like. tch, smart bastard.

you sighed in relief when you finally felt all of him in you, your walls squeezing down on his length, waiting for him to move.

he starts off a little uncertain, trying to find a good pace which picks up as he went along. his hands leave your thighs to wrap around your back, hugging you close to him and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

he ruts needily into you, your sensitive bundle of nerves sending burning jolts up your body — arching your back further into him. his hot breaths on your neck move down towards your chest as you feel him press open-mouthed kisses over your skin, lips latching on one of your breasts, his tongue flicking against your hardening nipple sending waves of liquid pleasure down to your already-soaked core.

you could feel the back of your ears burn in shame when the squelching noises of baek cheon's length going in and out of you grew louder and sloppier. you could only hope that there wasn't anyone around to hear this obscene noise.

'm... close... i'm close...

dazed baek cheon who has been reduced to incoherent babbles as he moves against you, lips kissing every inch of your chest, leaving bite marks and bruises on your skin that you were sure you'd have trouble covering up when this was over. he lifts his head, and you can feel his chin resting on your ribs. if only you could see his teary eyes looking at you hazily.

dazed baek cheon whose movements have begun to slow down, drawing out each motion as you feel his hips stutter against you. he thrusts in a few more times before you felt the familiar warmth of his cum staining your insides. his lips met yours for another heated make-out, teeth nibbling on your kiss-swollen lips as he parts away to pull out of your warm walls.

he flips you over clearly not done with you yet.

cheon-ah?

you call out in surprise, not expecting that he still had the energy to go on. baek cheon on the other hand was very much far gone. all that was in his head was to keep on pumping his dick in your sweet and perfect cunny, all shaped up to fit around him like a glove, until you were too full to keep his cum in you. he's always wondered how it would leak out of you if he pressed his hand down on the tiny bump that would form on your stomach.

you were still so wet when he slipped his cock back inside, you feel your walls flutter down on his length, a quiet whine trapped in your throat at the overstimulation of your sensitive nerves. your lover mummers apologies as he kisses up and down your bare back, his hands holding onto yours to keep them in place.

where... ah! did you... haah... learn all these from?

your poor thing, you weren't even given the chance to finish your sentence when a deep thrust into you had your voice trailing off into desperate moans. thankfully muffled by the sheets you'd buried your face in. the lack of your sight and movements from being pinned down by baek cheon on top of you had shifted all your focus down to your sloppy hole getting drilled mercilessly like rabbits in heat.

your mind feels as though there were cotton balls filled in them, quickly going blank as the air in your lungs left in a cry, your whole body trembled under your lover, back arching into the bed as you feel all the heat in your body leaving through your pussy and soaking the sheets under you.

kissing you on your shoulder, your lover helps you through your high, gently grinding against you until your trembling ceased. baek cheon cums again with a choked-back grunt, pulling out of you, watching the way his dick and your cunt were connected by a translucent, sticky string of slick.

sorry for the mess, i'll clean you up right now...

responsible baek cheon who always took the time and care to make you comfortable before going to bed. he'd usually have a bucket of water and towels sitting at the corner of the room on nights you and him had sex. but with how spontaneous it had been tonight, he was ashamed to find out that he had nothing prepped.

responsible baek cheon who had picked up his discarded top to clean you up with, even flipping you on your back to do the job properly only to have you kick it out his hands and find himself getting pulled back into bed by your side.

clean up tomorrow...

you murmur, snuggling up against him, yawning from exhaustion.

sweet baek cheon who concedes to your demands, his stiff body relaxing in defeat, knowing that he'd never win against you. throwing a spare blanket over your bodies, he pulls you closer, wrapping you up nice and warm. watching you fall asleep in his arms as he too feels his eyelids grow heavy.

he presses his lips on the crown of your head for a final kiss and finally lets his tired body rest for the night.

[goricky]

biography. connections. navigation.

     [ danny ramirez, cis man, he/him ] — whoa! RICKY GONZALEZ just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for A WEEK, working as a/an LUXURY CAR MECHANIC. that can’t be easy, especially at only 33 YEARS OLD. some people say they can be a little bit SHORT-FUSED and DICEY , but I know them to be PROTECTIVE and SENTIMENTAL. whatever. I guess I’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to THE BRONX!

STATS

FULL NAME: ricardo ernesto gonzalez NICKNAMES: ricky AGE: thirty-three BIRTHDAY: january 11, 1995 GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis man & he/him SEXUALITY: bisexual BOROUGH: the bronx LENGHT OF TIME IN NY: a week OCCUPATION: mechanic

GENERAL

trigger warning: brief mentions of bullying, racism, and death

from a rural part of mexico, ricky has five siblings and is one of the middle children. his parents having met in university, his father followed his mother back to her hometown where they started their family

his maternal grandmother moved to florida and started a new life there with a new husband. they had three kids together, their youngest was born with a disability. once the children were grown up and left home, his grandmother asked if any of the gonzalez children would be willing to move in and help with their uncle

seeing his future in the neighboring families, ricky volunteered at the age of 13 to leave his parents and siblings and help out his grandma

moving from mexico to the u.s. was a huge culture shock for him, especially because he really didn't know any english. he often got bullied and faced discrimination, but luckily he wasn't the only latino/ hispanic kid around and was quickly accepted by them

he got especially close to the crusso family, bonding with the boys and eventually working up the courage to ask cece out

their relationship is sort of life-defining for him as he gained a new purpose in life. he felt like he gained a new family (which he desperately wanted since leaving his behind) but also a new role, assigning himself as cece's protector and provider, making the eventual decision to propose to her a natural one despite their ups and downs

life was good. he was about to be promoted to management and he was best friend was going to be his brother and most importantly, he was about to marry the love of his life, it was the happiest time in his life

then his uncle passed away, which was devastating since the two had grown extremely close from spending so much time together. no longer having her son to look after, his grandmother felt a lack of purpose in life so her health deteriorated. all this pulled his attention away from work, causing him to be looked over for the promised promotion.

everything added up and caused him to believe it was a sign that he should call the wedding off

he never expected cece to disappear. he had fully believed that it would be like all the other times they "broke up" and he would eventually be able to win her back with gifts and pretty words once he got back on his feet, but with her gone, he became even more of mess

eventually, he was able to get where she was out of one of family members and he made the decision to go looking for her

he's been in nyc for about a week at this point and he doesn't know if he'll stay, but he's determined to get his girl back, so whatever it takes. wish him luck

HEAD CANNONS

since he works with luxury cars, ricky likes to take whatever car is staying at the shop out for joyrides when he can, so it's likely you never see him in the same car twice

wears a gold cuban link chain at all times

has cool chicano style tattoos and a large back piece of la virgin

has a bit of a complex from leaving him family behind at a young age and having to help care for his disabled uncle. very much of the mind that he can't be loved unless he's providing for his loved ones, like he himself is not enough :(

has horrible vision, though typically wears his contacts so it's very unlikely anyone outside of his family or very close friends have seen him wearing glasses

once he finds a place with space to host people, he'll likely invite friends and people he gets along with to come grill on the weekends. he's very family oriented and being away from them, he'll want to build his own found family

he came to the states young enough that his accent is basically non-existent, though he does have trouble with certain words and idioms. it's in his writing that you can really see that he's an esl kid

[dorylinae-supremacy]

Toying with yet another AU besties because I'm plagued by visions.

Autism just enters hyperdrive sometimes and demands I put my blorbos in even more situations. Rn I'm playing with a vampire hunter AU, something dark and with a bit of angst as per usual.

Emduo being hunters and then one of them (maybe Techno) getting bit and turned. Obviously Phil is absolutely devastated. He's a pretty mean hunter and takes a bit too much joy in killing already but he cant imagine having to put his friend down.

But thats exactly what he needs to do and Techno's asking him to do it. This is where meanza gets shaken up into a more skrunkly form.

Maybe he decides to keep Techno at his house for a few days, just giving him some comfort before eventually having to put him down, Tech kinda settles for it because who wouldnt want things to be normal again so that you can be comfortable before your bestie / father figure kills you because you got bit.

Toss in him getting bit because he was protecting Phil and its even more fun.

Anyway Phil is trying to hype himself up for it but Techno's so easy to just delay and put off that he kinda falls into the groove of things. He gets it in his head that maybe he doesnt have to kill his friend, maybe he can just keep him locked and hidden away.

He brings this up and Techno is obviously not really down for this but they're both desperate and neither really want him to die so they totally start actually thinking about it.

They 'hypothetically' talk it out a few times before Tech stats going downhill a bit. He's not being fed and he has no sire around so stuff isnt fun. Phil panics and goes off to get a vampire. He drags them back and lets Techno feed off of them and its a bit better.

The venom in the blood is just enough to sustain him. This form of vampirism would be less complex than AFN's since otherwise Techno would probably just die because theyre both clueless. So instead its a very watered down version.

Anyway things progress like that for a while and Phil has to bring in actual human bodies for Techno to feed on. He gets over it very quickly but Techno doesnt and usually has to be convinced to actually feed.

Obviously after some time Techno latches onto Phil as his sire despite him not even being a vampire and his morals slip a bit too.

In the end we get dark emduo and its very fun.

I had another one in mind where Phil gets bit instead but because he has spent so long on the field he knows how to take care of himself, Techno is very skrunkly and along for the ride in that one too.

Just clings to his bestie and helps cover stuff up while Phil (a bit too eagerly) starts doing his vampire bullshit. It totally ends in Phil biting him and turning him as well.

[magic-hcs]

Finally finished the revamp of the boys abilities!!! HAZAAAAA!! I hope I never have to do this ever again *flops down* It’s illegal how long this took and how difficult it was. You have no idea how I had to scour every piece or snippet I had ever written about my boys to make this list as accurate as possible… It may still be a bit inaccurate with some stuff missing or something I’ll edit those when the time comes. This all may not be grammatically correct but I don’t really care.

Anyways! If you wanna see the difference, the old inaccurate post is here

Time to cast some magic and see what we’ll get! ✨

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(UT)

Sans:

Shortcuts: Traverse the Void in a dimensional pocket and reappear in another place within a blink of an eye. He needs to know what the desired location he wants to go to looks like and where it is on the map. Having been at the location before makes traversing more smooth and allows him to take multiple others with him.

Stat check: CHECK further than a normal monster can and see the ATK, DEF, LV and HP of the target.

Gravity manipulation: Turn the SOUL blue to push it to the ground or throw it around, engulf the object with magic to move it around without needing to touch it. Needs to keep it in his field of vision to work.

Bone attack control: Manifest bones in all kinds of sizes, manipulate the movement of the bones or use them as projectiles.

Gaster blaster: Manifest a skeletal beast head that has a lot of concentrated magic held taut before shooting it out in a controlled powerful beam.

Void pocket: Create a dimensional pocket in the Void where time passes differently, making it seem like reality has frozen in place. This is very taxing to him.

Corrosion magic: The parts of the target’s SOUL filled with LV will create a sapping damage whenever in contact with an attack. A SOUL with no LV will not take sapping damage.

Reset knowledge: Remembers full RESETS through fragmented dreams and flashbacks that happen during the day. Remembers what happened in a branch of the halted timeline due to a LOAD.

Papyrus:

Levitation: Able to make himself, others or objects levitate off the ground without the use of Gravity manipulation. Does not need to keep it in his field of vision once the levitation ability is activated.

Gravity manipulation: Turn the SOUL blue to push it to the ground or throw it around, engulf the object with magic to move it around without needing to touch it. Need to keep it in his field of view to manipulate it.

Healing magic: Capable of transforming the essence of kindness in the SOUL into external healing energy. He excels at this however, the moment his SOUL is in pure distress or the mind is out of deep concentration he loses the ability to do it without needing to think about healing thoughts or good memories.

Strong empathy: Capable of feeling other people’s emotions when it’s strong enough to leak through the cracks of composure. However if the emotion is not strong enough it’s harder to gauge the emotions, moods and feelings of others when only going off on facial expressions.

Fog density: Control the density of evaporated water in the air of a limited area and create a heavy fog in a controlled area.

Blaster: Gather up a lot of magic into one place putting a lot of strain on it before letting it loose into the form of an uncontrolled beam. He often creates a foundation to make it more controlled; like a cannon out of bones. It drains the user a lot. Calls this his ‘special attack’.

Massive bone attack control: Manifests bones in all kinds of sizes, shapes, creations and manipulate the movement of the bones or use them as projectiles. The attack can keep existing even if he isn’t nearby or if he isn’t focused on it.

Damage control: Exert control over how much damage the attack will cause. Takes a lot of focus and only plausible when able to control the intent behind it.

Blue attack: Imbue an attack with the ability to phase through an unmoving target without damaging them.

Observant: Able to observe many small details others might overlook.

Alternative universe knowledge: Gets fragmented dreams of versions of him experiencing different things that happened in the past. Said fragments of copies of the universe he is in or of side branch universes which can differ slightly or a lot. He has a hard time remembering the dreams after waking up.

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(SF)

Razzle:

Shortcuts: Traverse the Void in a dimensional pocket and reappear in another place within a blink of an eye. He needs to know where the desired location is and know what it looks like.

Gravity manipulation: Turn the SOUL blue to push it to the ground or throw it around. Or engulf the object with magic to move it around without needing to touch it. Need to keep it in his field of vision to work.

Great bone attack control: Manifest bones in all kinds of sizes, shapes and manipulate the movement of the bones or use them as projectiles. Can make the projectile follow the target for five seconds, afterwards it goes in the direction it last pointed towards.

Gaster blaster: Manifest a skeletal beast head that has a lot of concentrated magic held taut before shooting it out in a controlled powerful beam.

Blue and orange attack: Imbue an attack with one of the two abilities:

Blue ability; to phase through an unmoving target without damaging them. Orange ability; to phase through a moving target without damaging them.

Stat check: CHECK further than any other normal monster being able to see ATK DEF LV and HP of the target. Cannot tell the exact number, instead he can gauge if the HP is completely filled, lost a bit of it or a lot.

Interrogation magic: Can make a room soundproof. He doesn’t need to be in its vicinity for the magic to keep having effect.

Reset knowledge: Retains the feeling of deja vu whenever a LOAD or a RESET has happened and he does stuff he has already done. Others used to be freaked out when he could recount exactly what was going to happen a few seconds before it happened. He used to not know why and what was going on but thanks to communicating with his brothers he found out what it meant.

Connections: Having been the deputy of the Royal guard and captain of the Snowdin area, not to mention being the strategist of the Queen, he has gained quite the reputation and connections among the monster kind. Providing him with lots of useful information. There’s very little he doesn’t know that happens in the Underground. These connections are also useful on the surface, providing quite the valuable information.

Damage control: Have control over how much damage the attack will cause. Takes a lot of focus and only plausible when able to control the intent behind it.

Coal:

Healing magic: Capable of transforming the essence of kindness in the SOUL into external healing energy. Capable of feeling how much HP the target is recovering.

Bone attack control: Manifest bones in all kinds of sizes, manipulate the movement of the bones or use them as projectiles. Or use them as foundations for blanket forts.

Blue and orange attack: Imbue an attack with one of the two abilities:

Blue ability; to phase through an unmoving target without damaging them. Orange ability; to phase through a moving target without damaging them.

Phasing ability: Can make himself and whatever he’s touching phase through walls or floors. Can traverse like normally inside walls or floors. Can launch himself out of floors or walls quite fast. The limit of staying inside a material is a bit unknown, he has never tested what happens if he stays too long. The longest is ten minutes until now. There’s no surface he can’t phase through except for magic canceling materials.

Damage control: Have control over how much damage the attack will cause. Takes a lot of focus and only plausible when able to control the intent behind it.

Gravity manipulation: Engulf the object with magic to move it around without needing to touch it. He doesn’t need to keep it in his field of vision for it to work.

Reset dreams: Get slivered fragmented dreams whenever a LOAD or RESET happens. The dream entails stuff that happened before the LOAD or RESET took place. He’s restless while he dreams, and once he awakens he is only able to remember certain events vaguely and feels a big sense of dejavu.

Emotional intelligence: Understanding of how others and himself function on an emotional/mentality level. Is more open to self reflection and aid others when struggling with their own emotions and mentality.

Creativity: Very good at putting his thoughts or perspective on paper in an artistic way with harsh colors and textures like charcoal. He often sketches those images instead of drawing them or full lines. However even with just a sketch he’s capable of creating a lot of emotion inside his creation.

Quick reflexes: Having trained with his two brothers a lot (training that mostly covers dodging) and spars with his twin, he’s gotten skilled with his reflexes and agility. Capable of avoiding sudden strikes or moving very fast in a second.

Mastiff:

Target magic: Put a tracker mentally upon the target. Only he can see it. The target has to be in view for the tracker to be placed. Once placed he will be able to find wherever the target is located at. He can also mentally remove the tracker by looking at the target. The limit/ reach of this ability is still unknown.

Great bone attack control: Manifest bones in all kinds of sizes, shapes and manipulate the movement of the bones or use them as projectiles. Can make the projectile follow the target for 3 seconds, afterwards it goes in the direction it last pointed towards.

Blue, orange and red attack: Imbue an attack with one of the three abilities:

Blue ability; to phase through an unmoving target without damaging them. Orange ability; to phase through a moving target without damaging them. Red ability; an ability only accessible when he loses control of his LV. The attack will be infused with rage and hate, doubling the damage the target will take three fold. Consumes a lot of magic and afterwards will leave the user immobilized for a small duration of time.

Weapon creation: Can create and manifest bones in all kinds of weapon-like shapes. He uses long saw toothed bone weapons the most.

Laser beam: Concentrate the magic within his body into the palm of his hand. Once released, a white beam will shoot out of his hand. This ability is lesser compared to the Gaster blaster. It drains a lot of magic.

Object one way teleportation: A lesser version of the Shortcut. Hold the object in his hands and send it through the void to let it appear somewhere else in a blink of an eye. Needs to know what the location where the object is supposed to go to looks like and needs to have been there at least once.

Stealth: Capable of walking and moving in such a way that he’s hard to be noticed or heard when he wants to. Excels at blending in crowds and silently walking across varying terrains like snow and rocks. Is particularly loud in water.

Timeline/multiverse/alternative universe knowledge: Having stolen documents and research from the Dr’s lab when he made his escape, they were filled with theories and analyses of a phenomenon called alternative universes and timelines. He has read them over and over again, having memorized the contents.

Sculpting: Create all kinds of statues or figurines out of stone or wood. If putting in the effort he can create deeply detailed realistic looking statues.

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(UF)

Red:

Shortcuts: Traverse the Void in a dimensional pocket and reappear in another place in reality within a blink of an eye. Forced to blip in and out of the dimensional pocket of the void causing rapid fire disappearances and reappearances within a short distance between each shortcut .

Stats check: CHECK further than a normal monster can and see the ATK, DEF, LV, EXP and HP of the target. Checking high EXP causes him to become LV crazed for a duration of a time. (LV crazed meaning having bloodlust or starts acting like a violent manic drunk.)

Bone attack control: Manifest bones in all kinds of sizes, manipulate the movement of the bones or use them as projectiles.

Good reflexes: Got good reaction capabilities, making him able to react to something like an attack or a sudden movement within just a second or two.

Poison magic: Imbue attacks with magic that will poison the target once hit. Inside an Encounter it will drain the target’s HP, outside the Encounter it will make the target sick. One hit will make the poison last for a small duration of time. However the time will stack when being hit multiple times.

Orange attack: Imbue an attack with the ability to phase through a moving target without damaging them.

Gravitation manipulation: Turn the SOUL blue to push it to the ground or throw it around, engulf the object with magic to move it around without needing to touch it. Need to keep it in his field of vision to work.

Gaster blaster: Manifest a skeletal beast head that has a lot of concentrated magic held taut before shooting it out in a controlled powerful beam.

Reset knowledge: Remembers full RESETS through fragmented dreams and flashbacks that happen during the day. Remembers what happened in a branch of the halted timeline due to a LOAD.

Mechanic: Mastered the skill to fix already existing machinery or create something new completely from scratch.

Charon:

Weapon creation: Can create and manifest bones in all kinds of weapon-like shapes. Main weapons of choice are a spear or dual daggers. He can infuse his weapon like bones with orange, blue and or red magic.

Great bone attack control: Manifests bones in all kinds of sizes, shapes, creations and manipulate the movement of the bones or use them as projectiles. Can make it so the attack stays instead of evaporating when the target has been hit by it.

Sticking ability: By touching something or someone he can push it against the wall, floor or ceiling and it will stick to that surface until he decides to release it. Doesn’t need to touch to release an object or person. Can make himself stick to surfaces as well.

Blue, orange and red attack: Imbue an attack with one of the three abilities:

Blue ability; to phase through an unmoving target without damaging them. Orange ability; to phase through a moving target without damaging them. Red ability; an ability only accessible when he loses control of his LV. The attack will be infused with rage and hate, doubling the damage the target will take three fold. Consumes a lot of magic.

Damage control: Have control over how much damage the attack will cause. Takes a lot of focus and only plausible when he’s able to control the intent behind it by having no will to harm nor any grudge towards the target.

Healing magic: Capable of transforming the essence of kindness in the SOUL into external healing energy when thinking about good memories and healing thoughts.

Gravity manipulation: Turn the SOUL blue to push it to the ground or throw it around, engulf the object with magic to move it around without needing to touch it. Need to keep it in his field of vision to work.

Animals: Animals seem to gravitate towards him without reason.

Cooking: Cooking has a calming and relaxing effect on him, due to this he has gotten very good at it.

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(AT)

Raven:

Flight: With the aid of his winged arms, he’s capable of soaring and flying through the sky. However to get off the ground he’ll need to get enough wind underneath his wings to set off. Once in the air, he is capable of great speeds, athleticism, flexibility and acrobatics.

Bone attack control: Manifest bones in all kinds of sizes, manipulate the movement of the bones or use them as projectiles.

Agility and speed: With his fast moving wings he can cover distances at great speed and can move and bend his body in all sorts of ways. Making it possible to avoid projectiles or soar through a dense forest easily. Short distances like just a few meters he can traverse in a blink of an eye. Making it seem as if he just teleported.

Great reflexes: In possession of great instinct makes him alert of his surroundings automatically. It will be hard to catch him off guard. Paired with it are his great reaction capabilities, making him capable to react on reflex in less than a second.

Blue attack: Imbue an attack with the ability to phase through an unmoving target without damaging them.

Stat check: CHECK further than a normal monster can and see the ATK, DEF, LV and HP of the target.

Feather projectile: Let a few of his feathers glow either a white or blue color before launching the lit up feathers as projectiles.

Long tongue: In possession of a long, slender tongue that is slightly forked. Once the tongue has been stuck out it can flick around 12 times within the time span of 1 second. It’s mostly used to taste his food before eating. The tongue will also automatically stick out when he’s surrounded by flowers. With this appendage he can hold small objects for a duration of time, however he prefers not to due to others finding it a weird sight to see.

Gaster blaster: Manifest a skeletal beast head that has a lot of concentrated magic held taut before shooting it out in a controlled powerful beam.

Echo voice: After inhaling a deep breath of air infused with magic, release it in a loud screech that can render the target paralyzed. The voice can be heard for miles.

Air magic: Capable of using his magic to create an air current. This magic is mostly used to launch oneself into the air or to aid the wings mid-flight when there’s no up draft to carry oneself further. The amount of energy it costs to use air magic to fly depends on the weight and height of the user.

Glowing patterns: Inside the wings are intricate patterns - which are unique to each individual - that can glow up. This ability is used to communicate but also a way to try and court a potential mate.

Crest:

Massive Bone attack control: Manifests bones in all kinds of sizes, shapes, creations and manipulate the movement of the bones or use them as projectiles. The attack can keep existing even if he isn’t nearby or if he isn’t focused on it. Can make the projectile follow the target for five seconds, afterwards it goes in the direction it last pointed towards.

Blue and orange attack: Imbue an attack with one of the two abilities:

Blue ability; to phase through an unmoving target without damaging them. Orange ability; to phase through a moving target without damaging them.

Flight: With the aid of his winged arms, he’s capable of soaring and flying through the sky. However to get off the ground he’ll need to get enough wind underneath his wings to set off. Capable of hovering in the air at complete standstill.

Talon blades: Capable of letting his talons and claws grow into or create long blades that are one with his appendages.

Damage control: Have control over how much damage the attack will cause. Takes a lot of focus and only plausible when able to control the intent behind it.

Camouflage: Capable of dying his wings and body in all sorts of colors and shape/create a few extra feathers, fur or other kind of protrusions like spikes to camouflage himself as a completely different species at first glance. Looking very closely one can see that it’s just a disguise.

Feather projectile: Let a few of his feathers glow either a white, blue or orange color before launching the lit up feathers as projectiles. Capable of lighting up multiple feathers with different attack colors at the same time.

Voice imitation: Capable of mimicking voices of other individuals accurately after having heard their voice a few times.

Air magic: Capable of using his magic to create an air current. This magic is mostly used to launch oneself into the air or to aid the wings mid-flight when there’s no up draft to carry oneself further. The amount of energy it costs to use air magic to fly depends on the weight and height of the user.

Healing magic: Capable of transforming the essence of kindness in the SOUL into external healing energy.

Reset knowledge: He partially remembers certain events that happened in prior RESETS.

Glowing patterns: Inside the wings are intricate patterns - which are unique to each individual - that can glow up. This ability is used to communicate but also a way to try and court a potential mate.

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(US)

Sky:

Great Bone attack control: Manifests bones in all kinds of sizes, shapes, creations and manipulate the movement of the bones or use them as projectiles. Can make it so the attack stays instead of evaporating when the target has been hit by it.

Blue and orange attack: Imbue an attack with one of the two abilities:

Blue ability; to phase through an unmoving target without damaging them. Orange ability; to phase through a moving target without damaging them.

Shortcuts: Use tears in the Void to move through a dimensional pocket of the Void to reappear in another place in a blink of an eye.

Void tears: Capable of seeing slight fractures in reality that connects the world to the Void. He can tear the fracture the slightest bit to give him access to the Void for a shortcut. The tear will become a harmless fracture once again when it has been used.

Reset knowledge: Will regain memories of previous RESET the longer the current timeline goes on. Capable of remembering every prior RESETS if the current run doesn’t get interrupted by a complete RESET for a few years. Remembers LOADS as moments of deja vu.

Stat check: CHECK further than a normal monster can and see the ATK, DEF and HP of the target.

Great stamina: Doesn’t get tired from intense workouts, can sprint the same speed for medium distances and can keep up with well endurance trained horses no problem. Going full out in an encounter he can hold himself for hours.

Damage control: Have control over how much damage the attack will cause. Takes a lot of focus and only plausible when able to control the intent behind it.

Healing magic: Capable of transforming the essence of kindness in the SOUL into external healing energy. Has to have a liking to target for it to work well. Healing will be less or not at all effective if he hates the target.

Gravitation manipulation: Turn the SOUL blue to push it to the ground or throw it around, engulf the object with magic to move it around without needing to touch it. Need to keep it in his field of vision to work.

Syrup:

Computer smarts: Knows how to work with code and knows the ins and outs of a computer and its many many office packs, browsers and sites.

Fog density: Control the density of evaporated water in the air of a limited area and create a heavy fog in a controlled area.

Reset knowledge: Has fever like dreams of LOADS and RESETS, mostly bad ones. Having the feeling of knowing what someone is going to say or do a certain thing and actually guessing correctly.

Bone attack control: Manifest bones in all kinds of sizes, manipulate the movement of the bones or use them as projectiles.

Blue attack: Imbue an attack with the ability to phase through an unmoving target without damaging them.

Object density: Control the density of an object and make it lighter or heavier, bigger or smaller. He’s only capable of making an object twice its size or twice times smaller. He has never tried this ability on a person.

Stat check: CHECK further than a normal monster can and see the LV of the target.

Gravity manipulation: Turn the SOUL blue to push it to the ground or throw it around, engulf the object with magic to move it around without needing to touch it. Need to keep it in his field of vision to work.

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(HT)

Bear:

Stat check: CHECK further than a normal monster can and see the ATK, DEF, LV, HP of the target and see if they are a threat.

Great reflexes and strength: Due to having to survive in a harsh environment his reflexes have heightened. And due to the transformation his body had gone through his strength also has improved greatly. Making him capable of bulldozing through stone.

Reset knowledge: Has remembered full RESETS through fragmented dreams and flashbacks that used to happen during the day. He remembered what happened in a branch of a halted timeline due to a LOAD. However there hasn't been a RESET in so long he doesn’t worry about these things anymore, so he has mostly forgotten about those things. However he sometimes may still get nightmares about it. And the sight of Frisk or their striped shirt will trigger a flashback of so many moments of prior RESETS it will be overwhelming. The flashback will feel so realistic he loses himself and forgets what is real and what isn’t. This state is dangerous for both himself and others involved.

Alternative universe knowledge: Having communicated with his brother about everything, he now knows about the fragmented dreams of alternative versions of his brother that his brother used to experience.

Bone axe weapon: After having lost the control of a bone attack, a new bone attack was born from it. Tearing from the ground a vertebrae that eerily looks and works like a battle axe.

Claws: Due to the transformation his body went through, his phalanges have grown and sharpened into claws. With which he can crush wood and crumble rock.

Great jaw strength: Due to the transformation his body went through, his teeth have become bigger and sharper, his jaw has become stronger too.

Survival knowledge: Knows how to survive alone in the wild for a long time. Knows what is edible, how to track game, avoid danger, find resources and build shelter.

Traps: What once was knowledge for making puzzles has now been used to make hunting traps instead. The constructions can range from a simple snare to an elaborate puzzle trap which even the most cunning will have a hard time escaping from alive. The simple snares are his preferred method, for it takes less time to make and has way less steps to keep forgetting due to head injury.

Stealth: Capable of walking and moving in such a way that he’s hard to be noticed or heard when he wants to. Excels at blending in the shadows and walking on snow and through woods without alarming any wild life.

Bean:

Bone attack control: Manifest bones in all kinds of sizes, manipulate the movement of the bones or use them as projectiles.

Great reflexes and strength: Due to having to survive in a harsh environment his reflexes have heightened. And due to the transformation his body had gone through his strength also has improved greatly. Capable of dragging objects twice as heavy as him along. Also capable of splitting a wood log with bare hands.

Alternative universe knowledge: Used to get fragmented dreams of alternative versions of him experiencing different things that happened in the past.

Reset knowledge: Having communicated with his brother about everything, he now knows about the fragmented dreams of full RESETS his brother used to get. And will help him through a bad episode during and after something has triggered him or a nightmare.

Stealth magic: Due to having lost most of the magic due to magic shortage, his levitation ability has been rendered to only being able to lessen gravity’s pull. Making him lighter on his feet and causing less sound while walking.

Vision magic: Due to being easily triggered by dark colored stains he decided to hone a magic skill where he doesn’t have to worry about such a thing. Once his sight has been handicapped by a cloth the magic ability will activate; revealing outlines of objects and figures in the complete darkness. Has to keep his sockets open for it to work.

Claws: Due to the transformation his body went through, his phalanges have grown and sharpened into claws. Making him capable of tearing through tree bark and dent metal.

Traps: What once was knowledge for making puzzles has now been used to make hunting traps instead. The constructions can range from a simple snare to an elaborate puzzle trap which even the most cunning will have a hard time escaping from alive. Despite the cruel nature of these traps, there’s still hints of the puzzles he once made for fun in there: Like a small maze, or making all the crosses into ‘os’’. He has a preference for making the complicated puzzle traps just to feel like how it used to be once upon a time, just for a little while, before all this horror went down.

Healing magic: Transform the remainder of the essence of kindness in the soul into external healing energy, it isn’t strong and needs to be accompanied by thoughts of wanting to heal. It often flickers, causing full heals to be impossible.

Survival knowledge: Knows how to survive alone in the wild for a long time. Knows what is edible, how to track game, avoid danger, find resources and build shelter.

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(HF)

Rust:

Reset knowledge: Has remembered full RESETS through fragmented dreams and flashbacks that used to happen during the day. He remembered what happened in a branch of a halted timeline due to a LOAD. However there hasn't been a RESET in so long it is no longer a priority in his mind.

Great strength and reflexes: Due to the transformation his body had gone through his strength has improved greatly. Capable of taking down bigger enemies and tearing through rough materials. And due to having to survive in a harsh environment his reflexes have heightened.

Stealth: Capable of walking and moving in such a way that he’s hard to be heard when he wants to. When moving slowly, almost no one will notice him until it’s too late.

Calculative: Capable of estimating if the opponent is worth taking down head on, via a more indirect approach or to avoid entirely.

Great amounts of magic: Due to the Core exploding the remaining magic that got sent into the air got absorbed and strengthened his body and magic abilities. The repercussions of said heightened magic capabilities made The body got bigger and fatal wounds were healed.

Bone attack control: Manifest bones in all kinds of sizes, manipulate the movement of the bones or use them as projectiles.

Orange attack: Imbue an attack with the ability to phase through a moving target without damaging them.

Gravitation magic: Turn the soul blue to push it to the ground or throw it around. Engulf the object with magic to move it around without needing to touch it. Need to keep it in his field of vision to work.

Survival knowledge: Knows how to survive alone in the wild for a long time. Knows what is edible, how to track game, avoid danger, find resources and build shelter.

Mechanic: Mastered the skill to fix already existing machinery or create something new completely from scratch.

Poison magic: Imbue attacks or a trap with magic that will poison the target once hit. Inside an Encounter it will drain the target’s HP, outside the Encounter it will make the target sick. One hit will make the poison last for a duration of time. However the time will stack when being hit multiple times.

Thatch:

Great agility, reflexes and senses: Always keeping himself on alert with his heightened senses, it will be hard to catch him off guard when not completely relaxed. Despite his tall stature he moves swiftly and has fast reflexes.

Weapon creation: Can create and manifest bones in all kinds of weapon-like shapes. Main weapons of choice are all sorts of javelins. He can infuse his weapon like bones with orange, blue and or red magic.

Blue, orange and red attack: Imbue an attack with one of the two abilities:

Blue ability; to phase through an unmoving target without damaging them. Once hit, the target will be overflowing with chilling magic that causes them to be paralyzed for a small duration of time. Orange ability; to phase through a moving target without damaging them. Once hit, the target’s veins will be overflowing with hot electrifying magic that forces the target to spasm. Red ability; an ability only accessible when he loses control of his LV. The attack will be infused with rage and hate, doubling the damage the target will take three fold. Consumes a lot of magic.

Great amounts of magic: Due to the Core exploding and releasing all its magic and forcing the unsuspecting inhabitants of the Underground to absorb it, his body has forced itself to heal his wounds, mutilating his height and spine in the process. His magic reserve has been doubled to what it once was. Any magic ability he will use will have its force and quality doubled for better and for worse.

Ecto tentacles: Due to the great amount of magic inside of him, forming an ecto body has a side effect of creating a multitude of tentacle-like ecto appendages of several shapes, sizes and lengths all round his body. Can manifest said appendages without the need of an ecto body. Some days when the magic becomes too overwhelming the ecto tentacles will appear without his consent.

Magic pulses: The sometimes overwhelming amount of magic stored inside of him escapes by radiating off of him in waves and pulses that can send objects or others flying backwards. Depending on the force the pulses can crack tiles or shatter objects near him. When strong negative emotions are in the mix things can get out of hand quickly.

Sticking ability: By touching something or someone he can push it against the wall, floor or ceiling and it will stick to that surface until he decides to release it. Doesn’t need to touch to release an object or person. Can make himself stick to surfaces as well.

Climbing ability: With his slender appendages and sharp claws he is capable of swiftly climbing trees and maneuvering through them. Jumping or swinging from one tree to another is done at a frightening speed and silence.

Camouflage: With his long and slender body and proportions he can bend and fold in certain ways which when he’s wearing dark colored clothes, he’ll completely disappear in the trees. Making everyone who glances towards his location think he’s just part of the tree’s branches and or bark.

Stealth: Feeling almost at home among the branches and being very agile despite his height, he can navigate through trees with next to no sound nor cause rustling leaves.

Sniper ability: Capable of hitting a distant target accurately without the need of a scope.

Reset knowledge: Knows about RESETS and the nature of it due to his brother having told him about the fragmented dreams about the RESETS his brother used to get.

Herbal knowledge: Knows the medical properties of man plants and can utilize its capabilities for remedies and medication. Due to the magic that flows from him in waves the plants’ properties he takes care of and grows will be enhanced because of it.

Mood ring eyelights: His eyelights light up in different colors, sizes, shapes and brightness depending on his mood due to the excessive amounts of magic in his system. The current list explaining his mood ring eyelights is as followed:

-Flashing bright/ sharp: agitation -Shining brightly mixed with yellow/or yellow tint inside the mahogany: happy/excited -Dimmed to a brown: depressed -A bit dimmer than normal: disappointed -Shining a deep bright scarlet: danger/rage -Mahogany color: neutral -Slight flickering: curious -Simmer and or pale: fear -Eyelight shrinking: Startled/panic/anxious/ sometimes nervous -Flaring eyelights: very strong emotions/determined

Survival knowledge: Knows how to survive alone in the wild for a long time. Knows what is edible, how to track game, avoid danger, find resources and build shelter.

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Thank you for participating in this spell, I hope it was to your satisfaction.

[cavegirlpoems]

I'm Kickstarting The Yellow Play TTRPG

I have a kickstarter coming in a week! I figure I should talk about it some. Here's the pitch: Theatre students, metafiction in ttrpgs, the lurking presence of the king in yellow, and reality-warping magical duels over creative visions. It's a weird one.

It started out, as sometimes happen, with me watching anime and wanting a ttrpg of the show I watched. In this case, it was Revue Starlight, and I wanted to recreate the revues as set-piece scenes.

(As an aside, go watch revstar, it's really very good. The character writing is strong, and the action sequences are absolutely gorgeous and tie back to the character conflicts wonderfully. It's full of the sort of symbolism that's fascinating to pick apart).

The metafiction in revstar is present but not centre-stage, but as I worked on the game, two things occurred to me: 1: I needed to change the setting enough that kinema citrus wouldn't sue me. 2: I wanted to focus on the metafiction more.

TTRPGs are an odd medium. Look at how most rulebooks use 'you' interchangably for both the player and their character, for example. A game that actually examined that, and the interactions between players and the fiction they create, had potential.

Then in the back of my head, I'd been considering a King In Yellow project that played with fiction and madness, so it was a natural fit. A bunch of themes I'd been playing with clicked together.

So how does it work? It started out as a PbtA game, with stats and moves you roll for. Quite quickly, that got pared down. There's still moves, but you don't roll for them, they just happen. Hit the right trigger in the fiction, and you can shift connections and conditions about.

That's the connective tissue between set-piece scenes. Then we have the spotlight moments. There are specific scenes that serve to focus the spotlight, and they're handled a little differently. Romance scenes, rehearsals, monologues and duels each get their own mechanics.

These scenes do two things. The players whose characters are in the spotlight get to flex a little and express things about their characters. Then the other players get to probe at things they're interested in, ask things about the characters and the other players.

Sometimes you'll be probing at what's going on in a character's head, or between two characters. Other times you're exploring the play itself, and what this play is about will emerge over time as you rehearse it.

Then you get the duels themselves. Two PCs with a complex web of connections and conditions between them, struggling to see their creative vision for the play emerge. Reality is fluid, everything is possible, nothing is certain. This is the only place you get the dice out. There's a neat little 1-on-1 duelling system there. Three bouts, where you weaponise the social connections you've got, the conditions inflicted on each other, the established thematic truths of the game. In the end, somebody wins, & the ideal they were fighting for wins out too.

The game's GMless, with every player having the opportunity to pick up setting elements - other students, college faculty, supernatural events - as and when needed to push a scene forward.

You start out with a few prompts, and as you play you'll fill in more details, so that plotlines and themes emerge organically, and as you do the game is gonna ask you, the players, what all this means to you.

So yeah. It's an odd little thing, but I'm very proud of it. Watch this space, the kickstarter goes live on the 8th.

[penncilkid]

Hi hey hello, it’s PK! Back with another non-canon ship paired with far too many words. Welcome to one of my fic-adjacent ramble sessions! I mentioned it the last time I did one of these, but today, we’re discussing Sam/David— Or Lunar Healing (Yes, I gave them a ship name. I like to have fun /lh). This post will be going over the main timeline I’ve envisioned for these two. However, I have dozens of general ship headcanons as well so if anyone would be interested in seeing those, let me know and I’ll make a sequel post. (Also special shoutout to @cashandprizes, they certainly had some sort of part to play in the creation of this post /lh /pos). Now then, let’s get into this!

Pairing: Sam/David*

Word Count: 3.8 K [Note: If you wanna skip the Inversion stuff near the end, then it’s only 2.5 K]

Content Tags/Warnings: Inversion will be brought up/discussed near the end of this (Specific heads up for mention of blood) // I’ll also be using my listeners’ names at points (Who’s who will be indicated for clarity purposes)

*Maia, my version of Darlin’, is mentioned in this. Additionally, in this version of events, she is dating Milo and Nirav, my version of Sweetheart. (They’re not the focus though)

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Some quick stats for my version of David and Sam: David is 6’0” and Latino (specifically Colombian) // Sam is 6’3” and Black [Added in case you wanted to know a bit more about my vision]

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My vision for this pair begins with Fred and Bright’s turning. As mentioned in the timeline, canonically speaking, David inquires about the two newest additions to the Solaire clan. I imagine this plays out in a vaguely similar way as Sam/Darlin’s first canonical meeting. Sam’s doing the whole “get off of our property / who the hell do you think you are?” routine, though he’s internally cursing himself when David introduces who he is. Upon realizing he’s speaking with the Shaw pack alpha, he becomes very formal with David: calling him Mr. Shaw and such, asking if he wants to speak with his clan leader, etc. David explains that he was coming to speak to William himself and that Sam doesn’t need to do anything. 

David asks for Sam’s name. Upon realizing who he is, David has to fight the urge to ask more about what happened on Halloween night directly. He’d heard some of the details and assumes William will disclose more, but there’s a part of him that wants to hear it firsthand. Instead, David tells Sam that if he ever needs any assistance given everything going on, he should reach out. David remembers how difficult it was after Gabe passed, and while this is a different situation, he knows how damaging isolation can be. Sam thanks him (out of politeness) before David heads off to meet with Will.  

Sam doesn’t take David up on the offer— At least for a while. The main reason why is because from his perspective, he doesn’t want to bother “Mr. Shaw” if he could handle it. He’s been a vampire for well-over a decade, he figures he’ll be fine once the dust settles. But after a particularly rough night looking after Fred and Bright, Sam bites the bullet and calls David. The two end up meeting somewhere with food because David figures food is the easiest way to get people to relax (and because he was hungry). Sam is still guarded when it comes to his venting, not wanting to share too much or put too much of a burden on David. But as the two talk and David offers what reassurance he can, Sam finds it a bit easier to spend time around the alpha.The two of them having one more of these meet ups before they go back to their respective lives, Sam viewing this as nothing more than a “one-off” thing.

Enter: Maia. Now, as mentioned, her timeline leads to a relationship with Milo and Nirav (Sweetheart) rather than with Sam. If she followed canon, she would have gone to Wonderworld in search of Quinn, met Sam, and then reached out to him for healing help after the vampire fight. The way canon diverges here is instead, she goes to Wonderworld looking for Quinn but doesn’t disclose her name or explain why she was searching for him after finding out he’s not there. When she gets into the fight with the vampires, she knows she’s in bad shape and needs help. She bites the bullet and instead shows up on Milo’s doorstep, asking if his partner can heal her while begging him not to tell David she’s back in Dahlia. Milo agrees to hide her return from David only if she explains everything to him and Nirav instead. 

Realizing it’s probably not the safest idea to stay at her own place, she begins crashing with Milo and Nirav while continuing her search for Quinn. As she tries to track him down, she ends up reaching back out to Sam, wanting to know what he knows while looking to work together to a certain degree. At this point, the two are acquaintances who have a mutual aversion to the same vamp.

David begins to suspect that Maia is back based on things he’s hearing around Dahlia— Though, he can’t simply confirm based on rumors alone. When he hears that a shifter’s been spotted around Wonderworld a handful of times, David decides to reach out and asks to meet with Sam. It’s been quite some time since the two saw each other one-on-one, but because of the base level of mutual respect (and trust, arguably), David invites Sam to his house for this meeting. Initially, Sam isn’t sure what David is looking to discuss but agrees nonetheless. Upon arriving, Sam finds himself getting distracted by David’s presence. Sure, they’ve seen each other before, talked for hours. But there’s something about being this close to the shifter after so long— David’s hair being a bit messier since he was relaxing at home. The way David’s biceps look on display thanks to the tank top he’s wearing. Or the way the scar on his lip— “Collins?” “Sorry, what were you saying, David?” 

David asks Sam if he’s been interacting with a shifter in the recent weeks. When Sam says yes, David begins listing a series of physical traits out— “Do those descriptors apply to the shifter in question?” Sam bites his tongue, cursing inside because he can tell that there’s no good way of answering this. But that hesitation tells David everything he needs to know. He asks Sam if Maia seems safe (relatively speaking as Maia’s definition of safe is far “looser” than David would like). Sam says that he doesn’t know much about what she’s got going on when she’s not around him, but that she seems like she’s doing alright when they speak. David takes this information in before explaining to Sam that he’s not going to interfere— Not yet at least. He wants to wait and see if Maia will disclose her return naturally. In the meantime, Sam should continue doing whatever he sees fit.  

After David finishes discussing Maia, Sam gets ready to leave as he figured that was all David wanted— But David stops him. “Sam, I wouldn’t invite you all the way out here for a ten minute conversation. At the very least, I should feed you or something.” Sam tells David that’s not necessary but it takes David insisting once for Sam to fold. As David cooks for Sam, the two strike up a conversation. They talk about various things— How Fred and Bright are doing, how the pack’s doing, personal life updates and such— and it feels reminiscent of those times they spoke with each other months prior. Sam ends up staying for at least another hour or two as they talk. When it’s time for him to go, David tells Sam that he wouldn’t mind making a habit of these talks if Sam is interested. Sam grins and tells David he likes the sound of that. 

Something I feel is important to Sam’s characterization is that he takes things slow when it comes to relationships. That’s not to say he doesn’t feel things sooner, but the way in which he acts on those feelings is paced. This in mind, I also 100% see David catching feelings first out of these two. As he and Sam begin regularly spending time with each other, David finds it easier to exist as someone other than the Shaw pack alpha. Meanwhile, Sam’s slowly realizing that David is “Mr. Shaw”— But he’s also “David”, who chastises him for not drinking enough blood or asks what he’s craving despite their shared awareness that Sam doesn’t have to eat. They start seeing new sides of each other as they grow closer, and it’s difficult for David to ignore his growing feelings. (Note: I imagine they spent the Sunbound Solstice together that year as an example. Mentioned because I intend to write a few headcanons about that day)

After this goes on for a while, Sam is eventually invited to a pack meeting. By this point, David has already confronted Maia about her being in Dahlia, what’s been going on with her and Quinn, etc. They’re holding a meeting discussing the situation, and David figures the Solaire Clan deserves to be kept in the loop. After all, Maia and Sam have some level of connection, and two of their own were turned by him. Sure, David could’ve set up another meeting with William to update the clan, but he thinks Sam is just as suitable an option. By this point, Sam and David have become a lot more relaxed with each other compared to the first time they met. But it’s not only in terms of formality (or rather, the lack thereof). There’s something in the way they interact with each other before and after the meeting. The way David watches how his pack interacts with Sam, taking in both the vamp and wolves’ body language. How his gaze softens ever so subtly when he’s speaking with Sam. The flickers of smiles or hushed laughs when they overhear something said by the other. It’s subtle yet impossible to miss. 

At the end of the meeting as people are clearing out, Asher stays behind because Beta duties and whatnot. As he walks Sam out with David, he’s taking in their interactions up close. As soon as Sam’s gone, Ash turns to David with a knowing smile. “So. You and Collins, huh~?” David rolls his eyes, “It’s not a big deal.” “So you admit there’s something going on?” “Will you come on so we can get out of here already?” David walks off but Asher’s busy grinning at his best friend regardless.

As Sam continues to become more and more present in David’s life, he begins to internally confront his own feelings. He’s well aware the way he feels about David is far from casual, but he isn’t sure how to go about dealing with those. He feels like him and David have a good thing going, and he doesn’t want to mess that up somehow. For the time being, they continue doing what they’re doing, just without the official label of dating per say. That’s not to say their dynamic doesn’t evolve, though. In public, David still plays it a bit professional/formal with Sam, primarily because of Shaw Security and because he’s still considering how their relationship may be perceived at times. But at a pack meeting? Their attraction is palpable. As soon as he sees Sam arrive at the den and walks over, Sam’s pulling him into a hug tight enough to lift him off the ground a bit. And despite David saying “Alright, alright. That’s enough, Cowboy”, he always pulls Sam into a kiss with a smile that tells you they might as well be the only people in the room. There’s a sense of intimate comfort they share with each other, and it’s something that continues to surprise them both. 

Around early December (aka right before Hot Boi Winter begins), David decides he wants to invite Sam to the cabins with the pack. The pack already expects Sam to be there— They’re all more than aware of how close the two are— but David doesn’t want this to just be about the cabins. Sam’s over at David’s place (a frequent occurrence by then) and as they’re laying together, David tells Sam he wants to ask him something. “If this is about the cabins, Asher’s already brought it up—” “Do you want to be my mate, Sam?” They both watch each other for a moment, and inside, David panics a bit. “Nevermind, forget I asked—” “Hey now, hold on a sec, David.” Sam stops David from leaving, holding the shifter’s hand. He apologizes for looking so shell shocked but assures David that it’s only because that wasn’t what he expected him to say. David starts to explain himself more, wanting to make it clear that he understands the question he’s asking. He talks about how much he enjoys any time spent with Sam. How it’s easy to get out of his head when Sam’s around. The way his mind seems to shut off when he feels Sam’s hands on him. All the nights they’ve spent together— Talking about their lives, sharing pieces of their past, comforting each other after difficult days, kissing and holding and loving on each other. “I’ve never had a mate before. I didn’t think that would be a possibility for me when I was appointed alpha. But I do know that being with you feels right. So I wanted to know if you wanted to be that to me too.” 

The entire time while David is talking, Sam’s gaze is fixed on the shifter before him. At no point did he ever doubt his feelings for David and vice versa. But to hear David speak so candidly about the way he feels and what he wants is something he didn’t realize he needed. “Ask me again.” “...What?” “Just do it, David.” He can’t help but roll his eyes with a bit of a grin before looking at Sam. “Do you want to be my mate?” Sam kisses David before smiling at him, “It’d be my honor, Mr. Shaw.” David groans at the last part, which makes Sam laugh before they kiss again. When they’re up at the cabins, prior to Sam’s arrival, David mentions that him and Sam are officially mates. Asher swears before handing a very smug looking Milo twenty dollars.

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To make up for the next section of the timeline, I’m gonna talk pet names real quick: Typically whenever I see speaker/speaker ships, I see people assign what would be the listener's nickname to the other speaker.  Now I’ve got no issue with that whatsoever (/gen), it tends to hit. But when I was thinking about Lunar Healing, I was like “Hmm I’m not so sure that would be giving the vibes I need it to give.” As I was discussing this with Lexi, the lovely visionary they are, I was like “I like the idea of David using a Spanish term of endearment for Sam. I’m gonna go with ‘Querido’, but I still need something for Sam to call David.” It was at that moment that Lexi breathed into existence one of the best sentences I’ve ever heard: “Hear me out. I actually like Sam calling David Angel more”

When I picture the first time Sam uses it, David makes a face, brows furrowed. “What? You don't like it?” “It doesn't fit me.” “Now what makes you say that?” “Angels are too good for me to be one. They're sacred beings—” Sam pulls David close so their faces are an inch apart. In a low voice, “You're heaven on earth, David Shaw. You're sacred to me, and I want everyone to know that. That’s why I’m calling you ‘Angel’. Got it?” David has to take a moment to mentally recover and actually come up with a proper response (/pos)

I also like to imagine what outside reactions to the pet name would be like. Like David, Milo, Asher, and Maia are all hanging out to do something, Sam arriving late. When he gets there, he kisses David before saying “I'm sorry I'm late, Angel. Do you mind if I run to the bathroom real quick?” “Yeah, we'll wait for you to start.” And as soon as Sam is out of the room and David turns around, they're all like “So. That’s new~”

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Alright. So. One thing you will quickly learn about me is that when I explore a Redacted rarepair, I almost always explore Inversion in tandem. This next section will be covering how I think things would play out for Sam/David, but if that’s not your thing (or you’re tired of reading), feel free to leave on a high note. Now then:

[Let’s talk Inversion]

As mentioned in the main timeline, David and Sam are officially together when the E&E games roll around. Sam’s been hearing all about the behind the scenes from David, and when Vincent mentions wanting to go for Ayl (Lovely), it’s a given that he’ll be going as well. Vincent enjoys teasing him despite inviting Sam because “Your boy toy’s working security~” “Keep it up and I’ll tell him you called him my ‘boy toy’ (/lh)”. Sam wanted to get DAMN earlier so he could see David beforehand, but the sun obviously had other plans. I’d like to think that because of this, Sam scans the game/ceremony feed so he can spot the moments where David’s shown on screen. 

On David’s end, he’s admittedly excited knowing Sam will be there for the ceremony. With all the preparations and work, they hadn’t had much time to just soak up each other’s company. At least now, he’d be able to see his mate once this is over and appreciate him properly. At this point, we’re following how the ceremony canonically progresses up to when the rift opens and shades start spilling in. The same core moments play out: David making the call to bring the ward back down. Sam and Vincent trying to get to Lovely, ending up inside the ward before realizing it’s back up. They were both trapped inside the ward in canon, but now it means something entirely different. 

When the shades start spilling in, Sam is freaking out. He wants to go find David but he also doesn’t want to leave Vincent alone. Ayl is still relatively new to the magical world, he’s not a shifter, he’s got more disadvantages in a situation like this. Vincent will go looking for his partner regardless, and Sam decides to go with him. Later on when he realizes the ward is back up, he’s torn between wanting David in there with him and wanting him outside, safe and away from all this mess. He sees shifters running around, but he’s never seen David shifted at this point. It’s near impossible for him to focus long enough to try and find his mate, and he knows that if he’s not careful, that could get someone hurt.

Initially, David is focused on the job at hand. He’s the one that made the call to trap all these people, he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try to help as much as possible. Realizing Asher was inside the ward stung in its own way because he wanted his best friend out of harm’s way, but he pushes that down for the time being because he trusts Asher to handle the crisis before them. However— The moment he realizes Sam is inside the ward as well? His stomach is in knots. Like with Asher, he has to push down those anxieties, silently hoping things will work out in the end. If Ash tries to ask David about it, David shuts the conversation down. He doesn’t have time to think about this when people’s lives are at stake. 

As Inversion continues to play out, Sam is trying his best to focus on Vincent And Ayl as well as helping the people he can. There are moments where he swears he can feel David closeby, his head turning as he tries to spot him before telling himself to stay focused. Likewise, David is focusing his energy and attention on crisis response, ignoring his own exhaustion as he continues pushing forward. He keeps reminding himself that they’ll get out of this— That if he keeps going, eventually this nightmare will end and things will be alright.

What he doesn’t account for is Asher getting attacked by a shade. It’s an emotional breaking point for David—It was bad enough that his mate’s trapped in here with him, but now he was going to lose his best friend too. The way in which Sam’s name tears from David’s throat stops the vampire in his tracks. David’s been trying his best to stay calm and think rationally since the rift opened. But in that moment, all he can focus on is Asher in front of him, his hands slick with his best friend’s blood, Asher’s breath coming too fast and too shallow, his eyes closing, he’s not moving enough— “Angel— Angel, look at me.” There are tears streaming down David’s face as he looks at Sam. “Can you help him?” “I can try.” Sam is able to focus on healing Asher with David’s help, but it cuts deep seeing his mate in so much pain, even if emotional. 

The rest of Inversion plays out as it did in canon up to the point where Milo brings the ward down. As soon as he sees that the shades are gone, David goes to find Asher again, part of him still terrified that he’s gonna wake up and Ash will be gone. As the two of them make their way back out, Malakhi (Babe) nearly crashes into the both of them, trying to check on them both because they’ve certainly seen better days. David lets go of Asher so him and Mal can have their moment together, not wanting to interrupt. David would do his best to mask it externally, but inside he’s panicking because he hasn’t seen Milo, he doesn’t know how much of his pack made it out alive, and Sam’s nowhere to be seen. He gets confirmation that Milo’s alright while he’s still near Asher, and it’s enough to make him cry again. While waiting for Milo to come find them, he sees Sam again. The vamp is much more relieved to see David alive and in one piece, kissing him and pulling him into a tight hug before quickly apologizing as David winces. 

They don’t get much time to talk before David has to go address DUMP and such for his decisions. Sam recognizes the subtle shift when David takes on the role of alpha again, ignoring whatever’s going on in his own mind for the sake of responsibility. Sam asks David if he should stay, but David tells Sam that he’ll be fine and that he should go with Vincent/be with his clan for now. Sam is reluctant but agrees after promising to come back for David when DUMP’s done talking with him. It’s hours before Sam hears from David again, but as promised, he comes and picks him up once he’s been released. The drive home is silent, neither of them saying anything. It’s only when they make it inside and David sees his own reflection that he finally breaks, clinging to Sam as the weight of everything that happened hits him. 

/// So yeah, this concludes another fic adjacent ramble (/lh)! As mentioned at the start, I have many headcanons for these two, so let me know if that would be of interest to anyone. This was a labor of love, and I really hope that it was enjoyable to read through. (And, once more, if you actually read through all of this, hi, thank you, you’re wild /lh /pos)

[gay-victorian-astronomer]

so I just finished my second run of disco elysium… (major spoilers below cut)

so this run was basically just a redo of my first, with very slightly redistributed stats, to pick up a lot of content that I missed the first time around because I wasn’t in the habit of opting into everything possible. I fully finished the church quest (and saw the La Revacholiere dialogue), did the moralist vision quest (that I opted out of the first time)(that one I might revisit later because I didn’t realize you could get Noid to come along), found out about the Pale, etc.

one of the major things I wanted to get this time around was talking to the phasmid— I failed the check to approach the first time, possibly inevitably because I didn’t get the pheromones sprayed on me. I knew you could talk to it but I had been deliberately avoiding looking at the actual dialogue because I wanted to listen to it for the first time in game.

that was definitely the right choice because my god. head in my hands. I very rarely cry because of media— even rarer happy-cry— and that got me.

I can’t properly articulate why— something about the fact that this creature who is very different from you and openly says the whole world is afraid of you, your entire species, that she tries to encourage you. something about how in a game that’s very much about one’s relationship with the past, after being hit with the dream and the deserter as examples of what happens if you don’t move on from the past, that she is the one to tell you to turn away and move onwards… the themes!!

but yeah I just. augh!! my friends say I need a new obsession but I feel like the more I play the game the more I fall in love with it. I’m already thinking about what I want to hit on a third playthrough— I’ve never heard the tie speak, for example