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[kekeartzworld]

oh is there any info about Cassie teacup and Martin Walter?

(Love ur ocs)

Oh I appreciate it :3

I should consider an ask blog with my Cuphead ocs maybe

I’m just not 100% sure what I could name such a blog yet

I also feel that I should draw my Cuphead characters more often

That’s getting off topic of the question but I still felt like that needed to be said

Cassie Teacup (left) is the mother to Cuphead, Mugman, and my other oc Cuppella

She once worked as a waitress at the devil’s casino when she was younger, sometimes helping her boss gather soul contracts as well

She meets Martin Mugen Walter (right) one day while going out getting contracts from the bosses on Inkwell Isle One

Having been raised by Elder Kettle much like the current cup trio, Martin lived a simple life

He seen Cassie while passing through the woods and noticed her collecting soul contracts for the devil

Martin, confused on why Cassie would even want to work for the devil but also intrigued after seeing her fight Goopy Le Grande, introduced himself to her and also asked her a few questions about her work

Cassie told him that she had been working for the devil to earn extra coins that way she could save up her earnings and possibly get a new house for herself so that way she could finally cut ties with dealing with her boss and go down her own path

Martin, although wary of the risks that might come with the task at hand, wanted to help Cassie the best he could so he decided to work with her and they had continued on with their adventure together

Years later, Cassie and Martin had gotten married and eventually Cuphead, Mugman, and Cuppella were born

Cassie and Martin had tried helping their old friend Chalice finally be free from the astral plane but unfortunately this plan backfired and Cassie and Martin had tragically gotten sealed away in the astral plane, only hoping that one day they would get the chance to see their children again

After this, the cup trio had been taken in by Elder Kettle and well, then you should what know happens in the game’s canon story xP

I was just tryna wing it and come up with a good story on a whim

I’ve tried to make this interesting

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The Malicious Daughter Is Back! - 13

Character : Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: It's just a business marriage. Bucky thought it would be easy until he encountered the stepsister of his fiancée. She turned his world upside down.

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“You look just like Ophelia.” The way he said it sounded like he was missing the past. Then it clicked for you immediately: Patrick was your mom's ex-boyfriend.

Bucky, tinged with curiosity and something else, asked, “So you're that Patrick that Cassandra mentioned?”

You were flabbergasted, your mouth hanging open in surprise. Realizing that the person in front of you was your mother's ex-lover and the Patrick, your grandma often mentioned was overwhelming. It meant Patrick was deeply engraved in her mind.

Patrick smiled warmly at the familiar name. “Nana Cassie? How is she?”

You responded, “She's fine, but she has dementia.”

The word 'dementia' erased the smile from Patrick's face. He put his hand on his lips, murmuring, “A lot has changed since I left.”

Then, realizing his lapse in manners, he looked at everyone. “How rude of me. Please, sit down.”

“I can't help but ask, did you want to meet me because I'm Ophelia's daughter?” you inquired.

Patrick nodded, his eyes reflecting a deep sadness. “I swore I would never come back to this country. But when I saw the new leader of Velari, and you looked so much like her… I had to.”

You sensed the agony and darkness in his voice every time he mentioned your mom. It was more than you'd ever seen in your father, that jerk. Even at Ophelia's funeral, he hadn’t shed a single tear.

“Seems like you miss her,” you said softly.

“I do. All the time,” Patrick replied, his voice heavy with emotion.

You crossed your arms. “If you loved her, why weren't you with her?”

Patrick looked at you in silence for a moment before taking a sip of the tea provided by the butler. He put down the teacup gently, his fingers tracing the rim.

“Twenty-five years ago, I would have laughed if someone told me I’d be enjoying an expensive tea inside a mansion,” Patrick said, his tone wistful.

You tilted your head, clearly puzzled.

Patrick noticed your confusion and explained, “I was dirt poor. I’m the child of the gardener who used to take care of the flowers at your grandparents' house. Your grandparents were kind enough to let me and my dad stay in the guest house.”

Your eyes widened in surprise at this revelation.

“Your grandfather was strict, a man of action rather than words. Your grandma, Cassie, was an angel. And Ophelia…” Patrick paused, looking out the window, lost in memories.

“She was my first friend, my partner, my soul mate, and the love of my life,” Patrick continued, his voice filled with longing.

He went on to describe how his love story with Ophelia began as a close friendship. They were inseparable, but their love couldn't continue because of their different social statuses.

Your grandfather discovered their relationship and objected fiercely. Being a military man, he didn't hesitate to give Patrick a harsh lesson. Patrick was beaten and kicked out of the house, his body weak and bruised—a clear warning for Ophelia to end the relationship.

Around the same time, the Sinclairs proposed an engagement that would benefit the family business, further complicating things.

Patrick’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as he recounted the painful past. You could feel the depth of his sorrow and the love he still harbored for your mother.

When Ophelia and Jonathan first met, it was a meeting between two vastly different people. Jonathan was cold and reserved, a man of few words. Ophelia, on the other hand, was sweet and timid, unable to say no to her father’s demands. Cassandra, Ophelia’s mother, knew the marriage would be colder than Antarctica, but she couldn’t speak against her husband; his word was absolute.

To cope with the situation, Cassandra began designing clothes and eventually started the fashion line, Velari. She and Ophelia found solace in creating garments, and the small tailor shop they opened became their sanctuary.

Ophelia and Jonathan got married and started a family after you were born. Your existence brought light to Ophelia's life. But one day, Patrick reappeared, determined to rescue Ophelia from her loveless marriage. When your grandfather and Jonathan discovered Patrick’s intentions, they responded violently, nearly killing him.

This incident shattered the already fragile relationship between Ophelia and Jonathan. The marriage became irreparably broken, but Ophelia managed to endure it, thanks to you, Cassandra, and Velari. However, the ultimate betrayal came when she discovered Jonathan’s affair with his secretary, Genevieve, and learned he had a daughter three years younger than you.

This heartbreak, disappointment, and regret devastated Ophelia. She had sacrificed her love for Patrick for a marriage that gave her nothing but pain. If she had fought harder, she could have been with the man who truly loved her.

Ophelia’s death crushed Cassandra with guilt. She blamed herself for not saving her daughter. If she had stood up to her husband and been content with their life, Ophelia might still be alive, happily married to Patrick, who would have been a loving husband and father.

Your grandfather, burdened by his daughter’s death and his wife’s subsequent loss of joy, began to blame himself. The ultimate betrayal came when he discovered that the Sinclairs, his in-laws, had tried to sabotage his business. Jonathan’s actions cost Ophelia her life and nearly destroyed the family business, leading to your grandfather’s heart attack and leaving this world.

After being beaten, Patrick started from the bottom, working tirelessly to earn money. When he finally succeeded, he was devastated to learn that Ophelia had passed away. With nothing left for him in the country, he left for Europe, where he met Rowan Barnes at a business conference, and the two became friends.

When Rowan mentioned that Bucky was getting engaged to the daughter of Sinclair, Patrick immediately warned him not to fully trust them. Recently, Rowan told him that Bucky had canceled the engagement and had become close to another daughter of Sinclair.

Patrick sighed and asked, “What’s the difference between this one and the other?”

Rowan replied, “This is the legitimate daughter who was kicked out by Jonathan.”

The word ‘kicked out’ resonated with Patrick, who had been expelled many times in his youth. He wondered if this first daughter could be Ophelia’s child. But why didn’t she live with her father?

He had so many questions and started asking around. What he discovered broke him and made his blood boil. Though he shared no blood with you, he knew you were Ophelia’s treasure. She had always wanted a daughter.

Patrick looked at you with sorrow and warmth, wondering if he and Ophelia had run away together and married, would they have had a daughter who looked like you?

“I arrived too late. But if you let me, I’ll be the biggest support you could ever ask for,” Patrick said, his voice filled with earnestness.

When he said that, Rowan raised an eyebrow, wondering if you knew who Patrick was. He was one of the most sought-after clients in the investment world, with assets that made investment managers fight to have him as a client.

Patrick’s face lit up when he heard your gratitude. “Thank you.”

You offered, “Do you want to see my grandma? I’m sure she will be happy to meet you.”

Patrick’s eyes softened, and a nostalgic smile spread across his face. “That would be great. I miss her.”

The room was filled with a mixture of relief and anticipation as Patrick’s offer hung in the air, a promise of support and a connection to the past.

Bucky, who had been standing quietly beside you, felt a surge of protectiveness. He didn’t like how Patrick looked at you for too long, feeling jealous. He took your hand in his, his grip firm but gentle, as if to remind Patrick that you weren’t alone.

Patrick noticed this and chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with understanding. “It seems you have a good protector here,” he said, nodding toward Bucky.

You squeezed Bucky’s hand, grateful for his presence. “Yes, I do.”

☎️☎️☎️☎️☎️

After the meeting with Patrick, you learned so many things about your mother that you had never heard from your father. It seemed like she didn’t exist in his mind anymore.

When you got home, you felt like your life had become so much better after meeting Bucky, even though you hadn’t been polite toward him initially. Life works in mysterious ways.

‘Ring.’

You saw the caller ID and rolled your eyes when you realized it was Jonathan.

“What?” you snapped.

“Is this how you address your dad?” Jonathan's voice dripped with disapproval.

You gritted your teeth. The audacity of this man who neglected you and still wanted you to address him politely. “Your majesty, what honor do I have to receive a call from heaven?” you retorted sarcastically.

You could hear his voice grumble on the other end. “I heard you met someone today.”

He meant that someone must be Patrick. “I met so many people today. I also almost got kidnapped. Did you know that?” you shot back, your voice tinged with annoyance.

“Kidnapped? I guess you’re safe because you can answer your phone,” Jonathan replied dismissively.

You sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and anger. “What do you want? I have to bury my abductor in the backyard.”

“Stay away from him,” Jonathan ordered.

You flinched. Why did he say that? Then it clicked. Was your father jealous?

“He’s a great person. I understand why my mother loved him so much,” you said, pushing his buttons.

Your tease hit the mark. “I’m your father. Not him! Remember that!” Jonathan's voice was filled with fury.

The call ended abruptly. You stared at your phone, shaking your head. Sometimes you wondered if you and he were really related.

The apple does fall far from the tree, you thought. Especially with you and Jonathan.

That's what people would think. If one day they heard that you weren’t Jonathan’s natural daughter, they would believe it.

But no. Even if you wished Jonathan wasn’t your father, DNA said otherwise. He was your father. It was the hardest pill you had to swallow every day.

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Liveblog: Wakfu Season 2 (episodes 22-26)

Episode 22 - The Silence of the Rings

Insane lore implications for Ruel fans (all 3 of them)

"Made in Amakna Copyr"

NOM: Passambaal

PRENOM: Torrhe

SEXE: M

NE RE: 12 Octilliard 823

Nation d'Amakna

Judging from this, Breta is either a part of the kingdom of Amakna — or this man is travelling a long way.

"Pour vivre heureux vivons tamponnes / To live happily, live stamped"

[guy who is only interested in Waven-era Bonta voice] Unironically, Waven-era Bonta seems to be run a similar way. Though, unlike Cassis and Melo, — Joris, Kerubim, and Atcham have some plausible deniability thanks to Waven-era being a post-apocalypse wartime.

I think Joris would approve of this unironically, considering Waven.

"Le kama fetiche / favorite cama

mon precccieu / my precccious"

UGHHHHH I am not translating this.

The third one says "The Dark Dofus" and something about it being the secret to the best omelette I think, but I am too lazy to translate it fully beyond that. I am so lazy.

Episode 23 - The Crimson Claws

[coughs weakly] How would you know about possessing dragons, Qilby. [coughs in season 4 confirmed two-way mind link between eliatropes and dragons] Do you have anything interesting to tell us about your very healthy and normal 99999999999999999999999999999999999999 years of life together with Shinonome? Please? Some crumbs?

I often see people claim that technology has hardly progressed in the centuries between Dofus and Wakfu, and in some ways its true — this setting is hardly interested in exploration of how the tech has developed, however...

I do think that giant underwater submarines with guns are more at home in Wakfu, than in Dofus. At least in part because there's less water in Dofus.

One of the weirder changes of season 4, is that, by that time, Sufokia has "an empress".

My headcanon is as follows: His mom is the empress, and this is a matriarchical society. King is his father's title to point out that he is below his wife on the social ladder.

THIS HAUNTS ME!!!! THIS HAUNTS ME!!!!!!!!

The possibilities for how this happened are endless, but I do want to point out that New Sufokia has been underwater for centuries. Is this a very old teacup? Is this a fucking centuries old teacup? Is this boufbowl merch? Am I insane? Am I mentally ill?

Episode 24 - Phaeris the Mighty

"I don't like violence" is something only the most sussiest of Eliatropes say, I think.

If Joris, Atcham, and Kerubim weren't a part of this franchise, I'm sure I would be very mentally ill about Qilby and Shinonome. Specifically them. The implications. The implications.

He loves her a lot. And I think she was just as responsible for the things he's did, — whether she was a reluctant participant, or an active one. And I think she loves him a lot too. They've been all alone together for 99999999999999999999 years, after all. Their relationship is completely different to that of the other Eliatrope-Dragon twins, and their outlook on the other twins is just as different.

Episode 25 - The White Dimension

LIKE WHAT IS THE DEAL WITH THIS FUCKING TEACUP!!! WHERE DID IT COME FROM!!!

I'm literally insane about him.

Guys, I think Qilby has some supremacist beliefs about the Eliatrope people.

Episode 26 - The Eliatropes

Guys, I think Qilby has some supremacist beliefs about—-

He loves her so much it's crazy.

I know Tot doesn't care... but I do <3 I do. A lot.

The implications of Shinonome being his ride-or-die even while he was doing the mechasm stuff, coupled with the implications of her being like "oh goddess this has to stop now" by this point, are insane.

And so are the implications of his disbelief.

My honest reaction:

im going to hopital. gootbye

WHAT'S WITH THE TEACUP!!!!!

[bcdrawsandwrites]

Day 8: Panic attacks / Dissociation / Seizure Characters: Ford Cruller, Helmut Fullbear, Bob Zanotto Warnings: Panic attack Summary: It had always been someone else helping him. Helmut had never had to help someone else with one of these before.

"Helmut?" Compton said, glancing over at the untouched tea cup sitting by an empty bean bag chair. "Could you check on Ford? He seems to be taking a while with the mail, and his tea is getting cold."

"Hm? Sure." Helmut levitated off his own bean bag chair and carefully TK'd his teacup to the floor before turning to Bob. "Wanna come with?"

Bob shrugged, hopping up as well and linking hands with his husband. "Hope it's just another case of him being mad I ordered more fertilizer," he said once they were out of the Heptadome.

"Maybe," Helmut said, then hummed. "Though the last time that happened, he just teleported to your greenhouse and told you to pick it up yourself."

Chuckling, Bob rolled his eyes. "As though he couldn't just teleport it himself." His voice took on a slightly higher pitch in imitation of Ford's: "It's the principle of the thing! I'll teleport myself fifty feet up in the air if I gotta, but you can move your crap yourself!"

Helmut laughed, but Bob grew quiet as they neared the woods. "You all right, Bobby?"

"Yeah, but... um..." He was suddenly very interested in the grass at his feet. "You think it... could be news?"

"Oh." Helmut forced a smile. "Well, maybe it's good news! Maybe Lucy's on her way home! And Ford's just... so excited he forgot to tell us?"

The insects were awfully loud today, and the noise itched at the back of Helmut's skull.

"...Maybe there's no news at all," Bob finally said.

"Yeah." Helmut squeezed his husband's hand. "Maybe."

They stayed quiet as they made their way down the forest path toward their mailboxes. Just as Helmut was about to remark how strange it was that they hadn't seen or heard Ford yet, a sound reached his ears.

The sound of panicked gasping.

Helmut's eyes widened, and he let go of Bob's hand, charging forward to find Ford bracing his hand against a tree, his face pale as his chest heaved. His eyes had gone unfocused, looking in different directions.

"FORD!" Helmut cried, hurrying up to his friend and placing a hand on his shoulder. "What happened?!"

Ford did not answer, or even acknowledge Helmut in any way.

Helmut felt his skin crawl—he had never seen Ford like this. Ford was always so down-to-earth, he hadn't thought it possible for him to ever get this shaken. Frantically he turned to Bob, whose attention had been drawn to a pile of mail on the ground. It didn't take him long to piece together what might have happened.

Taking a deep breath, Helmut guided Ford away from the tree. "Okay, okay... C'mere, Ford-truck."

Ford was shaking badly, but did not stop Helmut as he helped him down to a seated position on the ground.

"You're gonna be okay." Gently Helmut wrapped an arm around Ford and squeezed one of his hands. "I've got ya."

Though he tried to keep calm outwardly, inwardly he frantically tried to recall the methods Bob would use to help him through his freakouts. There was also the fear of just what was in the mail that caused Ford to react this way, but he tried to push that aside and focus on the more immediate problem.

"Just slow down, breathe," Helmut went on. "I know you're freaking out right now, but you're not alone, all right? Bob and I are here to help, and Cassie, and Compton, and Otto—"

"O-Otto..." Ford stammered, taking a few more breaths. "Otto... c-couldn't... h-help his way out of a..."

Helmut laughed, some of the tension loosening in his chest—it was good to hear Ford talking at least. "Well, we'll see what Otto can do."

"Pah..." Ford waved a shaky hand dismissively. But shortly after, he fell into trembling quietly again, his head hanging and eyes staring at nothing.

Meanwhile, Helmut realized he was being watched, and his head shot up to find Bob holding one of the letters in his hands, his face pale. "...Bob?" he whispered, his heart hammering in his chest.

"We gotta talk... to the others," Ford said, his voice distant.

"What?" Helmut looked down at Ford, eyes wide, though he was almost certain what he would hear.

Finally Ford looked up, staring Helmut in the eyes. "It's Lucy."

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[this post will be sometimes updated with new info]

[this is an rp blog for the OC Vellyn from The Mechanisms AU called Rejectisms. Here are other OCs of other ppl from that AU:

@theappendicitiswon - Shotgun Cassie, captain of the ship @mikeylikesrocks - Mikey, engineer @hotcocoaceo - Oliver, pilot @mostly-intentional-explosions - Cyrus, munitions @feathers-and-knives - Volare Pluma, quartermaster @stick-and-stone-goldthorne - Stick and Stone, scientist @sybil-aisling - Sybil Aisling, chemist @a-literal-kaleidoscope - Skie Kaleidoscope @tempest-ina-tea-cup - Teacup Tempest @space-apothecary - Aaron, apothecary worker and tailor]

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[darkittensniper]

Hellooooooooooo, Mother!🙇‍♀️😌

I am humbly- not so humbly. I’m so thirsty- asking you for that one cassandra x Donna thought we had….because…we starving when it comes to this ship

Please, Mother, feed us feed me! I’m your fav-

I FUOAKIN LOVE your works. But ofc especially Cassandra x Donna🙇‍♀️ because good soup

That…sleeping one…you teased…please. Pretty please? I’ll even leave your vases alone for a day pleaaaaaaase MOTHERRRRRR!🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

The cig break I had to take after writing this should fucking illegal.

Firstly Yes hello yes daughter. MY FAVORITE DAUGHTER. MY ONLY WONDEFUL AMAZING SMART CHILD! I have heard you and have arrived once again to deliver the food. *slams down massive ass plate* Ok so lets start with the basics. I have no right to say I had any control of this one shot once I started writing it. It took me on some twist and turns but I think I got across the what you wanted. (Cass getting touched on by Dark Donna while she is sleeping) My HC's for Dark Donna go wild and i aint sorry. More mutant and multi armed Donna yes pls...

Hope you enjoy it @muffinsin

The teacup fell from frigid fingertips, shattering completely along the polished wood floor. Cassandra’s hand loosened enough for it to have dropped. Porcelain covered in the finely ground root that had been added to this evening’s tea. An unspoken rule between the two women, Donna brewed Cassandra a special tea. Cassie knew it would make her rather sleepy, due to the Golden Pothos leaves that had been added to the lavender tea. The Lord knew Cassandra would have refused to drink the tea if she didn’t want to be taken advantage of while she slept.

Lord Beneviento found much to enjoy when her little doll was like this. She stood just shy of their shared bed; the covers having been removed. Leaving just the black satin sheets. Skin the color of the finest alabaster in stark contrast with the sheets. Dark brown hair lay fanned out underneath the huntress’s head. Her eyes were closed, mouth agape slightly. Revealing small yet deadly top fangs. The Lord reached down and angled her thumb along her lover’s bottom lip. Just light enough to were her eyelids fluttered, but did not open. It drew a shudder from the lithe Lord. The veil over Donna’s face moved ever so gently from her rather labored breathing. Just looking over the smaller women’s sleeping form made Donna’s spine cramp. The lull of her stomach as it rose and fell. The swell of her breast, the giving fat teasing the Lord. The dark patch of hair between her legs, glistening with the start of her arousal. Strong muscle strapped thighs, each as supple as they were thick. One hand dangled over the side of the bed, the one that dropped the cup. The other lay along her stomach, fingers fanned out over the raised muscle of her abs.

The veins in the Lords hands danced along the extensor tendons as she flexed them. Drawing her thumb along Cassandra’s top lip, pulling it back to bare her teeth. A small groan left the Lord as she eased her tall frame down next to her women. Her mourning dress pulled up around her hips as she straddled Cassandra’s naked thighs. A small grunt leaving Cassie’s 

The brown-haired women's abs felt like heaven, just enough brawn to press against black silk panties. Yet enough soft give of fat to make the Lord bite her lip as her hips bucked on their own. Another flutter of Cassandra's eyelids, long beautiful eyelashes kissing the tops of her cheeks. An sharp inhale, taking the scent of her women into her nose. Even through the powerful lull of this induced sleep, the feral part of the hunter’s instincts could never be fully dulled. 

Cassie smelled the finest fragrance of wildflowers and the natural musk of her lover’s arousal.

 Donna, utterly enraptured in the sight before her, the veil opening capturing just enough for her wondering eye to have time to appreciate all she saw. Taking Cassandra's sleeping form in sections, capturing each like a photo still. Imprinted and etched. Burned and seared into her memory. The sweet torture of being able to remember her like this at a whim made a small whimper leave the larger woman. Each detail would never be lost on Lord Beneviento, her obsession for her lover wouldn't allow such a thing. Her spine cramped again, this time the sheer need to have dead cold flesh in her hands, holding more life than anything the Lord had ever beheld. In the ice cold reaches of cream-colored skin Donna found a blazing inferno. 

Nails painted the color of the darkest ichor stood proud along the brawn of Cassandra's neck. Fingers honed and practiced. Long, slim and astoundingly dexterous, each individually pressed right where the Lord wanted. Palms pressed feather light along the smooth column of her lover’s throat. 

The Lord squeezed.

Only along the sides of her lover’s neck, pressure alone. No need to crush her women’s windpipe. She wanted to hear her nightingale sing for her this night. The response was instant, a perfect sleep painted groan left the brown-haired women. Donna's veil fluttered in the still air as a soundless exhale left her. Veins danced along the doll makers hands as she squeezed again, this time taking the blunt end of her nails to the frigid skin under them. Lips, void of their usual bloodily appearance parted as another, be it louder groan left Cassies mouth. Sandstone colored eyes flitted under closed lids, a few flies broke off from her cheek and landed on Donna's hand. Drawing the silver-colored eye away from her prize to land on the insects on her left hand. They were sluggish but intent to make themselves known, mouthparts quickly drawing blood. 

The Lord didn't flinch, watching as a small rivulet of black blood leaked down her hand, wrapping around her wrist only to drop down on Cassandra's collarbone. The air was permeated with the raw copper smell of the Lord’s blood, drawing a sleepy growl from Cassie. Her nose along with her flies had tasted their prize. Yet the effects of the tea were just strong enough to keep the smaller women affected. The Lord’s eye twitched at the reddening skin from where her ladies’ flies had bitten her.

 Had Donna given permission to taste her blood?

Like a switch, the Lord’s was deftly agile when she needed. She less moved, more appeared next to the bed again. A cold patience, one Lord Beneviento always carried around her, had been tested. Tested in a way that needed a swift end. Cassandra’s flies, sensing more than feeling the change of demeanor, flying lazily back to her face and returning to the smooth alabaster of her cheek. The Lord went about positioning her doll on the bed. Invisible, writhing arms coming from Donna’s back. Each strong and just as deadly as the ones who lay clasped in front of her. The red bites along her left hand had stopped bleeding but the actual process of healing them would take time. Having marred the Lord’s perfect skin without her permission.

The indent of the phantom fingers along toned legs made Donna shiver. An extension of herself, she felt every inch of cold supple skin through those hands. They were her hands after all, just unseen. Two spreading her lovers’ legs, two clasping Cassandra’s arms and pulling them above her head. Successfully pining her little doll to the bed. The final set laying claim to her hips, pressing into the cold skin until it bruised the pale skin. Cassie groaned; eyes fliting open for a spilt second from the brazen pain. Donna’s many pairs of arms kept the vice grip on her lover, though her body went ridged next to the bed. The thought of almost waking her sleeping women excited her. Under the flowing black material of the dresses hems lithe well-muscled thighs were clamped together. The friction it caused felt delightful, along with the all the other various stimuli she was getting from the many limbs coming from the Lord’s back. It only added to the itch at Donna brain that could only be scratched by the sleeping form of her lady. The hunter felt the phantom limbs holding her down, the dreamscape she wadded through left much of the sensations fleeting as best. Having to chase down the feeling, only for it to slip from her grasp. Starting the chase all over again. She. Loved. This.

Donna gave Cassie just what she wanted, her body already more than willing to be explored. Hands along the smaller women’s hips, lifting just enough for Donna to see just how Cass had started to leak, slicking clinging to her ever so pretty pussy lips. Using her own hands the Lord removed her veil from her head, the flushed face hidden under bared to the room. Silver colored scar tissue, casting forth a shimmering like that of an iridescent moon. The smile on the Lords face only grew as the scared flesh came alive, leaving room for wickedly sharp teeth and the writhing mass to grow. The right side of the Lord’s face also grew many more teeth than should have been housed inside. The smile splitting her features, what snaked out of her mouth couldn’t be called a tongue. The appendage itself was split right down the middle, making two wiggling tongue like muscles. Each dripping with a very special mix of different fluids.

Donna again, appeared before the foot of the bed, its height only making to just shy of the tops of the Lord’s knees. Towering not only above mattress, but also above Cassandra. If only yellow eyes had opened in that spilt second. Maybe the hunter would have noticed the nefarious glint in the Lord’s eye. The absolutely manic look lurking just under the dead calm awash in her eye.

Unhinged would not even be cutting it close to all the dark thoughts running rampant in the Lord’s mind. All of Cassandra at her mercy. Only madness itself could comprehend the bond these two women shared. Veil dropped from fingers dusted with growing talons of their own. Cassie’s arms flexed, legs much the same. Still chasing sensations in her dreamscape. Body unfolding before her Lord, silently begging. A hunter begging to be turned into the rightful prey she was before Donna Beneviento.

“Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine-mine mine mine.”

The word repeated like a mantra. Echoing from a mouth that should not have been able to produce any. The twin serpent like tongues growing in not only length but girth as well. Intertwining with each other as they each drew closer to the molten heat between Cassandra’s legs. Window frost-like patterns formed and danced over the scar tissue along the left side of the Lord’s face. Painting emotions the Lord could never speak aloud, never find the right words to describe the feeling of unraveling before Cassandra. Letting herself, her true self go forth and devour just what fed this dark fascination.

The keening noise that left Cassies’ mouth was nothing short of the sound of a universe being born. It drew not only a wail wrapped with pleasure, but also the unfounded loss of her dreamscape. Jolted out of the recesses of her subconscious. A subconscious controlled by none other than Donna herself, weaving her very will into it. The same way the glistening twin appendages weaved their way inside of both smaller women’s holes. The Lord could secrete a certain enzyme from the ridge covered glands along the underside of the tongues. Ones that were tailored just for her little doll here. Her own personal aphrodisiac, one that took hold instantly.

 Eyelids snapping open as hazy yellow eyes met the outside world again. Trying to focus on anything long enough. Failing in truly spectacular fashion. Her attention snatched from her very soul as she felt pressure, the sweet ache awarded her whenever her Lord took her like this. Each time somehow more wonderous than the last time. Even with most of the Lords lower jaw having been overtaken by the wriggling fleshy dark matter that made up the mutation. Seeing Donna like this, primal and in her natural form made little else matter to Cassandra. Each thrust driving home just how much Donna owned her. Controlled her. A dogged want to possessive every iota of this women.

The waterwall behind the mist covered manor could not drown out the tortured cries of pleasure as Cassandra was ravaged beyond comprehension. Each time Donna curled the appendages deep inside her women, the skin stretching to accommodate the bulging mass of tongue like flesh deep inside of her womb. Six hands going unseen but most defiantly not unfelt pinning the hunter to the bed, forcing her to only lay there and take it all. Not that Cassandra would want it any other way.

If the power the Lord wielded could dethrone a ‘God’ if she merely willed it, what hope would her precious little doll have against her? Creating beautifully terrifying nightmares, Donna was the specialist. Giving all she knew her women could take, tasting her insides with revere. She would never ger enough to each pitiful beg for mercy, knowing if Cass truly wanted mercy she would swarm. Yet she stayed, a panting sweat covered mess. Voice hoarse and used as the two women stared at each other. The larger of the two still standing as stoic still at the end of the bed, hands clasped in front of her.

Sometimes not even a finger needed to be lifted for the Lord to get ‘just’ what she wanted.

[mamawasatesttube]

went to an amusement park today with the besties and we won at the teacup ride, by which i mean we spun our cup so fast my friend's mom said just looking at us made her feel sick and i got a migraine the second the ride stopped. we won at teacups.

incidentally i think this is exactly what happens when core four go to an amusement park. tim does some calculations while they're in line to tell cassie kon and bart how fast they can spin it without breaking anything. tim does not do any calculations about the fortitude of his stomach or his head. tim gets centrifuged.

[lastflowerofyourhouse]

ok so i'm gonna try posting fragments of longer fics that probably won't see the light of day elsewhere.

this one is from a fic about cytherea's ascent to lyctorhood, from loveday's point of view.

this particular scene is titled "cristabel being a manipulative weirdo" in my drafts.

Loveday had yelled at God. It was an accident. Mostly.  

She had gone to talk to him about Cytherea. It was preposterous to her that there was nothing he could do. He was God, wasn’t he? He was supposed to be able to fix things. God should be able to keep one girl from dying.  She had tried to reason with him, and then she had begged, and then she had called him a series of increasingly blasphemous names, and then she had thrown one of his teacups at the wall. Now, she was curled up in a disused corner of Canaan House, like a child, trying not to hyperventilate too loudly. 

She knew she had made a mistake. She knew that she had been stupid and impulsive and maybe ruined Cytherea’s chances of staying here. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she got Cyth packed off back to the Seventh.

But goddamn, that teacup had made a good sound. 

She heard footsteps behind her. She dug her face further into her knees, which was useless, she was in full view. Just her fucking luck, she supposed, that she would be caught like this. She could tell who it was, too. Cristabel Oct’s weighted net clinked when she walked. 

“There you are,” said Cristabel. She passed by Loveday’s shoulder and then turned and dropped, cross legged, in front of her. Loveday’s forehead had been pressed to the tops of her knees, but she lifted her chin to look at her. Cristabel was smiling at her. Cristabel had a very sweet smile, actually. It was a smile that spoke of kindness and wisdom, with pleasant crinkles around her stormy eyes. Part of her dared to hope, for a moment, that she was actually about to be comforted. “I heard about what happened,” 

“From who?” It was a genuine question.

“I just thought we should talk about it.” Cristabel paused. “I’ve heard your adept call you ‘Lovie’. May I call you ‘Lovie’?”

"Nobody calls me that but Cyth."

Cristabel cocked her head, birdishly. "Understood."

Loveday had nothing to say in response to that. Instead, she said, "You talked to John, didn't you? He's the one who told you about it. Did he ask you to talk to me?"

"You've really been struggling to settle in here, haven't you? It's understandable, given the circumstances."

Loveday wanted very badly to believe this. She had seen Cyth talking with Augustine, the way they got along, the way he offered her an arm when she needed one and the endless tact with which he discussed her illness. Augustine had given Loveday hope, thin and rare as it may be. She had seen Cytherea laughing with Pyrrha, and hanging onto Mercymorn's shoulder, and playing chess with Anastasia. She had seen Casseopeia sit with her while she rested, chatting comfortably as old friends. 

"What do you know about my circumstances?"

Across from her, Cristabel's smile didn't waver. "I know that you love her. You're not the only person here who loves her, you know. She's among friends with us."

But she had also seen the way Cytherea looked after a day spent with these people, rumpled and wilted and barely conscious as soon as she was in the privacy of their room. Loveday usually had to help her into bed, in a way she never had back home. She sagged the second she crossed the threshold into privacy, aged thirty years, was usually unable to speak in sentences. "I know that some of you care about her," was all she said. 

She pulled her hand away. "Yes, it's like that. I just–"

Cristabel reached out and grabbed one of Loveday's hands. Cristabel's hand was warm and calloused and strong. "But it can't possibly compare to how you love her, can it? Cassy loves Mercymorn, but nobody loves her like I do. It's the same for you two, isn't it?"

"You just what?" Cristabel's voice was very gentle. When no more was forthcoming, she said, "You just hate to see her hurting, don't you?"

Loveday found herself nodding, silently. She was choked up, actually choked up. She hadn't cried in front of another person since she was a child.  

Cristabel sighed. It was a sigh which suggested that the heart of the issue had been found; the indulgent sigh of a parent who had discovered the cause of a tantrum, and understood. "I know it's difficult, Loveday, but you have to trust him."

Loveday's head snapped up. "What?"

"Teacher has big plans for her, for all of them, and it might not make sense right now, but one day all our suffering will mean something. I know that. I am asking you to trust him."

"What if it was Mercy?" asked Loveday. "Would you be saying this if Mercymorn was coughing up her own lungs? Would you watch Mercy die, would you watch her lose the ability to take care of herself, would you watch her body eat itself alive, and give me platitudes about faith? Would you sit back and watch her die and trust him?"

Loveday did not deck her, but it was a near thing. Instead she stood very abruptly, taking her sharp, conciliatory pleasure in Cristabel's flinch, and walked away.

Cristabel seemed to genuinely consider this. Eventually, she said, "My love for God and my love for Mercymorn are the same. There is no separating them. If it was his will that I care for her the way you care for Cytherea, then what else could I do? I know that he loves Mercy, and he loves me, and he wouldn't ask us to suffer unless it was really necessary. God demands things, Lovie. It's what he does. It will always be unpleasant, but we have to try."

[hotcocoaceo]

Hello, SpTumblr. Here to bring joy and metaphorical cocoa!

It's too quiet here, I can't sleep, and I don't want to bother Michael so I figured id open a little ask blog.

(OOC: hi! this is just a silly little OC ask blog I'm running w/ a few friends using our mechanism reject ocs.

Pronouns change so for simplicity; just use fae/faer or they/them for me.)

Main blog is @confusedgeckotree !

other crew members:

Shotgun Cassie - @theappendicitiswon

Cyprus (Sp)Lamb - @mostly-intentional-explosions

Anya Lambert - @sintceanian-surgeon

Mikey - @mikeylikesrocks

Volare Pluma - @feathers-and-knives

Stick & Stone - @stick-and-stone-goldthorne

Sybil Aisling - @sybil-aisling

Skie Kaleidoscope - @a-literal-kaleidoscope

Teacup Tempest - @tempest-ina-tea-cup

Aaron @space-apothecary

[chentailai]

The boys are still playing

Virgil jaime Eddie, they're playing spinning cups. The three boys turned the center hand wheel hard to increase their spin speed.

They're spinning faster and faster, almost super fast, and they're screaming

Everyone looked at them, three fools. The teacup is so fast that it looks like it's going to leave the earth. Cassie also watched them from outside the fence, and her expression was wonderful

Yeah, that's how teenage superheroes train

Training to overcome centrifugal force, all leaders with prescient move should follow suit

[purplesunset9112]

the Squad at Disneyland, in the teacups Lukas, Aiden, and Winslow: spinning a little and talking

Cassie, Gill, and Maya: flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming

[kekeartzworld]

More Cuphead Art

Cup trio again

I had also designed their parents, taking inspiration from The Legacy of Inkwell Isle AU

[a-problematic-writer]

Quick fire controversial takes to stir the pot (affectionately, I am not actually trying to start drama I just wanna throw out some random takes I have) 💚💚💚

Petra’s a bisexual. 100%. Like… look at them. That’s a bisexy if I’ve ever seen one.

This one’s less controversial but Petra’s a she/they. I don’t make the rules. Her and Aiden swap clothes a lot, fight me about it 💚💚💚

I prefer Lukrose (Lukas/Cassie Rose) to Aidrose! This actually came about because Aiden/Cassie Rose is actually not a new ship!! It’s been popular for quite some time! And it annoyed me and my friends to NO END (affectionately!) because Aidrose and Lukesse were the big contenders and we liked Aidesse. So we made a funny where Aidrose and Lukesse went on a blind double date and ended up becoming Aidesse and Lukrose. I’ll have to clean up that fic sometime haha!

Axden rules, actually, y’all are just mean. SO DOES LUXEL (Lukas/Axel)

I don’t like Soren 😭 He’s slimy and icky to me. Please, by all means, if you do please keep loving him wholeheartedly. I’m just unfortunately a hater.

In that vein, ivorren I agree was a thing. However, it is toxic yaoi to me. Ivor’s happier with Harper. We love a bi king and his bi queen.

LUKTRA SLAYS YOU GUYS NEED TO STOP SLEEPING ON THEM; I’LL START WAVING THEIR FLAG SO HARD JUST GIVE ME A REASON.

Axel and Maya would be SUCH a goated BROTP like she’s the vicious teacup chihuahua to his scary biker dude, y’know? If you get me, I love you. If you don’t, I’m sorry 😭

Jetra (M!Jesse/Petra) and Lukesse (F!Jesse/Lukas) slay so hard I need more content.

I don’t like Male Jesse 😭😭😭 there’s like legit no reason he’s fine but I can only see Remi Ratatouille when he speaks and I just don’t like him [m!Jesse], personally. There ARE exceptions of course! I love fan M!Jesse’s 🥰🥰🥰 but in the long run: Fem!Jesse is Best Jesse 🫶🫶🫶

No, this does NOT mean I like Cat Taber (Zionist L). I actually prefer fan voice claims better! Please, if you have any, send them my way omg…

Aidetra (Aiden/Petra) is so good I would like to dine on it everyday

STOP MAKING AIDEN THE VILLAIN YOU COWARDS. Lukas deserves to be one too 💚💚💚

THROUPLE ADMINS IS GOATED

This isn’t controversial but Stella TOTALLY used to hang out with the Ocelots and always had a big crush on Petra. Fight me. I think she and Aiden also dated briefly but that’s neither here nor there.

Dewey likes Aiden. Lukas is gonna die about it some day.

I think Aiden and Lukas being exes is just subtext at this point, not even a headcanon. They WERE TOGETHER, THEY DID BREAKUP.

No one in this game is canonically related. Ship who you want. This is coming from someone who’s a staunch believer in Aiden and Maya as siblings.

I actually don’t mind Jesse x Jesse. NOW AS A DISCLAIMER NOT IN THE SELFCEST WAY. I just mean like a lot of the time, I use Jesse variations to build up a sort of OC?? So like I see no reason they can’t be shipped together 😭😭😭

AIDESSE IS THE BEST SHIP EVER U CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE ITS GOT EVERYTHING. IT CAN BE SO MUCH ALL YOU GOTTA DO IS BELIEVE.

[3dgftw]

From chatter ReLessThan1

Hope y'all appreciate the picspam for Loren's last stream! During this stream, I made a felted Loren to join my other felted owl.

For everyone's knowledge, I have also included how we start plant cell cultures in my lab. They really aren't cum, despite what everyone in chat was saying last time.

Also, have pictures of the pottery I made over the last few weeks while listening to Fred's streams. Yunomi teacups get a spotlight (with a cameo from one of my cats, Maggie. You can see her and my other cat, Cassie-Cake, if you look at my header image.) There's a Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom spoiler piece under the Read More, if you dare to look. EDIT: YOU NEED TO BE ON MY BLOG FOR THE READ MORE TO WORK!

[seven-thewanderer]

MGAFS spoilers: (sorry I wanted to say this but don’t read this if you haven’t watched the ep yet today & plan to)

So I guess this is the final MGAFS episode then? So, I guess it’s on the list of dead SBS channels now… (alongside the Glamrock Bonnie and Glitchtrap Show, Springtrap and Spring Bonnie Show, and Cassie and Helpi Show. I think that’s it idk if there’s another one I’m forgetting)

But I think we’re also getting the Eclipse and Puppet Show, which may be known as EAPS or TEAPS! (which just reminded me of a Roblox game I played in the past called Monsters of Etheria, there was a character named Teap it’s a little ghost teacup and it’s cute)

But also family moving for Foxy, Puppet, and FC!! …and Eclipse …and apparently also Francis XD

Which that part was also funny imo how Francis just comes over like “Imma go with em” no matter how much they don’t want Francis going with them XD

Also Frank was funny too XD with them saying they wouldn’t go and Monty said they would definitely visit and they were just like “Yeah you got me. Yeaaaah you got me” XD that made me laugh

(also Frank has a hat now that they found in the gift shop apparently that’s cool & cute :3)

but yeyeye I hope Monty & Foxy enjoy their retirement (though I feel like they both may still be dragged into stuff…) and that Eclipse & Puppet enjoy their new channel!! :3

[bb-editing]

ROXANA (Chapter 34)

… But to say I was ‘enjoying’ the tea party was an overstatement. Really, everyone here is so boring.

“Your toy looks quite interesting- do you want to swap toys for a day?” One guest would say.

“Hmm… But I don’t like your toy.” The other guest would reply.

I glazed over the conversations with lazy ears and a drifting mind.

“Then let’s make a bet. We’ll make both toys compete, and if yours wins, we’ll swap. If mine wins, we won’t.” One of my stepbrothers said.  

“Deal!” Another stepbrother replied. They called in a butler, who was ordered to open the their toy’s cage door.

 The man in the cage walked toward us; his hands drooped, his breathing was laboured, and his eyes had a blue glaze to them- he was clearly under the influence of a strong stimulant.

Like this man, all the other toys present here were in strange conditions. But clearly the stress wasn’t enough- their owners were still trying to pit them against each other, betting on toys like fighting dogs in an arena.

“Who do you think will win?”

“The one with the brown hair.”

“Surely not. Look at him, he’s staggering as we speak. He’s had too much drugs.”

“Well, that just means he can’t feel pain. Isn’t that a good thing?”

Sunlight passed through the glass ceiling of the greenhouse in shimmering waves, and the warmth enlivened the calming scent of the flowers around us. Despite the chaotic conversations raging around me, there was still some beauty to be appreciated here.

When I tuned into the main conversation again, I saw that the toys had begun a melee-style battle. The more blood that was shed and the louder the toys groaned, the more the attendees were enjoying the show.

Truly, it was a good thing for my mother to have left early.

But the match was ended abruptly by the entrance of a servant, who ran and collapsed into the greenhouse, screaming. His face was swollen, and there was blood drenching his clothes.

Maria, the host, turned her head sharply towards him. “What is the meaning of this?”

“Miss Roxana’s toy has escaped!”

Everyone’s eyes flew to meet my eye, but I remained calm. “My toy unlocked and escaped his room?”

“No- we went into the room to invite him to the tea party, but he got past us and escaped.”

“Who asked you to bring my toy to the tea party?”

At that moment, the man shut his mouth as if realizing his mistake. I set my teacup down, swiping the rim with a napkin. “I don’t remember ordering anyone to do that. And yet, you did it anyway.”

“Um… that… W-We were told that Master Dion ordered it, s-so we thought that the order had also been approved by you, Miss Roxana.”

I saw Maria open her mouth to speak, but I was quicker. “That’s funny.”

“You would dare make fun of me in public like this?” I knew they were acting under Dion’s orders, but understanding and forgiving were two very different things when my reputation was coming under fire because of them. Because as of right now, they seemed to be more afraid of Dion than of me.

“N-No! There’s been a misunderstanding! I was wrong, Miss! Please forgive me!”

It wasn’t a petty crime to release my toy without my permission. “So why are you still standing? Shouldn’t you be on your knees, begging for forgiveness?”

I struck the man’s kneecaps with a knife on the table. His knees buckled, and he moaned in pain. “Ahhh…!”

I lowered the cane. “That’s better.” He collapsed completely onto the floor, lying prostrate and garbling apologies.

 “Now,” I said, stepping closer and onto the pool of blood, “What was Cassis’ last confirmed location?”

“A… a corridor heading southwest. Master Jeremy is already after him.”

I thought it best not to delay this any longer, and called to Emily.

“Yes,” she said with a nod of her head. “I will handle it.”

I turned to Maria. “Thank you for the tea party. I’ll take my leave now.”

As I turned to leave, a roar came from outside. The greenhouse, previously illuminated with gentle, suffused sunlight, suddenly became dark. A black lump flew into the walls at such a high speed that the glass cracked.

“What is going on?!” The guests were in a frenzy.

“It’s a monster!”

A monster the size of a house hit the glass of the greenhouse again. It was a ‘Karantul,’ an Agriche-farmed monster that looked like a spider, save for its four legs and scorpion-like tail.

“Miss!”At that moment, a woman drenched in venom entered the greenhouse. It was one of Maria’s maids, and in a high-pitched voice, informed the party that the door to Feedlot 5 had been opened.

I prayed inwardly that this had nothing to do with Cassis’ escape.