#citrus anon

[pkmn-smashorpass]

I’m glad you’re having a good time!!

Here’s another one just for fun

[lifesteal-headcanons]

Ash wears a cheap communist t-shirt under a black blazer. Every time he or someone else does something remotely communist related he rips off the blazer and reveals his t-shirt!! He’s such a silly guy jdbfjshds

-grapefruit anon

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[inkly-heart]

Can we perhaps have a random fact about Ville? :3

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[yandere--stuck]

AaaaaAAA I was so happy to see you already had a gore fic for Bill in the works! I have reread it like. 5 times. Your writing scratches my gore itch perfectly, and I just adore fics the intestinal stuff especially <33 and his mentions of your heart also… the romance!! I was inspired by what you wrote, I hope you enjoy it once again :D! (also im doing great, hope ur doing well too :D!!) - zagreus gore anon

Notes for anyone else: This contains gore!! So much gore!! Body horror— It’s Bill’s love language!! (intestinal trauma, mouth trauma, eye trauma…. Honestly ‘you’ here are violated in like every way possible.) No sexual content, but it’s suggestive to me. Bill Cipher is a Weirdo.

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You never quite get used to the pain. You wish you did.

In your memories, the sensation is dulled. You know it was painful, you know it was one of the most horrible sensations of your life, but the full extent of it… You can’t remember. Your brain must be protecting you from it. Every act of Bill’s love would constitute life-long trauma for anyone else, yet you live through another session of it day by day. No. Scratch that. They wouldn’t be alive to recall it. They wouldn’t make it half as far as you. For you, no such easy, simple fate can ever be attainable. The weirdness of his new world has conquered Death itself.

Bill had cradled his intestines in your arms, laughing as they helplessly twitched and writhed against his body, cooing at them as you howled in pain. “Aww, are you excited to see papa?” He’d said, and only the strangeness of it had kept you from repressing it. He talked to your guts as if they were puppies, as if blood smeared across his bricks were innocent licks against his skin instead. Another time, he’d wrapped your guts around his triangular body, and called it the ‘world’s most intimate hug’ as he whispered sweet nothings about how much he looooves you, and also the health of your gut bacteria. Somehow, he always outdoes himself.

Bill had dug even deeper, crumbling your ribs to smithereens in his hands, and held your still-beating heart in his palms as an object of reverence. “All mine, all mine…” He’d muttered to himself, his pupil momentarily expanding to a large, inky abyss. The pain had been so intense that you’d slipped into shock. A bad habit of yours, as Bill called it, would be your tendency to slip into memories of the past to escape the present. When you should be focusing on him.

That time, he’d jolted you back to reality by fire-hot pain slashing through your heart. All the time, it continued pumping, spurting blood in Bill’s direction with every pump. His powers were the only thing keeping you alive. When, once, blood sprayed right into his eye and he was forced to take a break, you smiled for just a moment. A lopsided, crooked grin. He’d used a mirror to show you his handiwork. In the outer flesh of your heart, he’d burned a little triangle. He’d already healed the skin. The lighter pink scarring stood out against the rest of your heart. Marked forever. Though he’s usually so talkative, at that moment, he’d been quiet for just a few seconds.

Then, he’d laughed, breaking all tension. “Wow, it sure smells like barbecue in here!”

On another occasion, he had hummed a little tune to himself, comically large saw in hand, as he cut off your limbs one by one. You could never forget the sound as the teeth sawed through your bones, bit by bit. Tearing through muscle. The clunk of your arm hitting the floor. Your leg. Rinse and repeat. You swore you could still feel your arms and legs, once you lost enough blood and your vision went hazy. Bill had hugged you against his smaller form. (He could change his body’s size, technically. But he always preferred appearing just as he was to you.)

“Without all those gangly, long limbs of yours, we can really cuddle now!” The next day, all of your limbs had regrown.

He’d cradled your face with one hand, and kept your mouth open with his other wrist. You could see nothing except for that giant eye of his as he pried your teeth out of your mouth, one by one. The taste of blood filled your mouth. He’d tug and tug and tug, not nearly using enough strength, and being entirely aware of it, until finally yanking it out once and for all. (Until it regrew, that is.) Under your gaze, he took your teeth one by one, drilled a little hole in them and strung them together on a necklace.

“Hmmmm,” he’d hummed to himself, a long, drawn-out noise. “I feel like it’s missing something. What do you think?” Before you could answer, not that you had any desire to, he snapped his fingers. “Oh! I know! For a sign of our undying love for each other, it’s a little plain with just teeth!”

In the next moment, Bill had taken out one of your eyes. You cannot comprehend how such a, relatively, small part of your face could hurt so unimaginably much. You wanted him to drape his guts all over himself again. You’re sure a point-blank gunshot to the head would’ve hurt less. Been less discomforting. His fingers had shrunk into paper-thin appendages and slipped past your eyeball, digging and cutting away at the nerves behind it. You cried tears of blood. If there was anything in your stomach, you might have thrown up.

Then, all at once, pain had blossomed into pure, mind-numbing pleasure. Compared to the pain, this is what you would like to forget the most. You’d gurgled out a moan through the spit gathered at the back of your throat. Your limbs had twitched helplessly against your restraints. When your optic nerve finally snapped, you’d whined as Bill took your eye out, exclaiming “Pop!” as he did so. For just a moment, he’d juggled your detached eyeballs in his hands, having left you panting.

“Yes, now this’ll make a good centerpiece!”

Pain had become just pain once again as soon as his touch left you. There is nothing good about a gaping, throbbing hole left in your face. You whine, sniffle softly, to get his attention. You hardly ever speak out loud anymore. Bill can read your every thought and is aware of your every idea. When speaking takes up more energy than it saves, why should you? In that moment, you had lacked the energy to think about it, your body desperately trying to recover itself.

Right now, you wonder why he’d make it feel good. Why, this one time. You don’t immediately get a response. Bill just laughs and laughs and laughs, running his fingers across the teeth of his necklace, poking the eyeball in the very middle. In your eye-socket, an exact replica of it has re-formed itself.

“You’re so funny! Why do you think I did anything at all? That was all you, baby!” His pupil transforms into a heart. It’s a blink-or-you-miss it transformation, and as soon as it happened, you think you’ve made it up. “I told you that you’d come around to it! Maybe we can even share in a little bit of pain next time, huh?”

You haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since, both his words and how mind-numbingly good it had felt. Maybe he’d simply lied to you, maybe it’d all been his doing. That would be the best outcome, right?… With time, you know Bill will ‘show you his love’ again— He always does. But this time, you await it with fear, largely fear, but with a little anticipation, too. There’s no need to tell him. He already knows.

ANON I AM BARKING LIKE A DOG!!!!!!!! BARKBARKBARKBARK THIS IS AMAZING!!!!! God, your descriptive voice is so good, it's so vivid!!!! Bill tricking reader into thinking they like it and them believing it...... Yummy yummy corruption in my tummy <3

Thank you so much for this, I can only hope what I write holds a candle to this!!! You never disappoint raaghh.

Bill draping your guts around as the world's most intimate hug. GOD. Also it's so fashionable! Gut scarf, teeth and eyeball necklace, literally wearing pants of your body to shoe his love and claim of you. Aaaa I'm kicking my feet!!

Thank you so much again holy smokes

[sunnydayaoe]

Hey could you draw citrus from objectified? It's okay if you don't want to he is just very Neat to me

Ahh my inexperience drawing him is showing, I think I really fucked up his silhouette, he looks rather messy and it's hard to understand his shape. I hope you don't mind Too terribly.

[this one iss. fine to tag with ship. [thumbs up]]

[selfship-confession-box]

MY CONFESSION IS I HOPE YOUR BREAK WAS GOOD RAAAAAAA LY /PL

— guy that literally knows what you did during that break. glad u had fun during it :333 🍊⚙️

YEAH IT WAS GOOD!! :P

i mean i didnt do much of anything except get hyperfixated on a roblox game but HEY!! thats what breaks are for. chilling out and doing nothing

also ilyt :33 /p !!

[citrusdownn]

oh...i do have a corabug request just a tiny one ive been thinking abt those two raising law its like actually the worst

anyways heres some hcs i have abt this:

- I think buggy would teach law how to juggle for the bit and so when they meet again when laws like his age in canon and everyones like law ??? you can juggle ???? and hes like yeah some clown taught me 😐😐

- random shanks appearance to annoy buggy and then he finds his bff for lifer married and with a son (law is in denial of this) (shanks then proceeds to talk to them abt some random brat he found on some island (its luffy the brat is luffy))

- buggy is the one that cooks bcz if cora tries too hed burn the whole house down but i genuienly think buggy likes baking more since its basically like chemistry but instead of making bombs and fireworks its making sweets

- on the same branch law and buggy are nerds and this is like the one major bonding point these two have <3

god this is one i think abt so often,, whenever i draw corabug ft law i mainly draw him as a kid just bc i think the interactions between buggy and kid law have the potential to be hilarious

i also almost always draw them being antagonistic towards each other bc a) its funny, b) thats just kinda how they are

law when hes got two clown dads 👍

[citrus-blade]

what's your favorite thing to write about c!dnb?

I DON'T KNOW LMAO

EVERYTHING?

Maybe post-prison c!Dream and c!Techno feeling the need to protect him and c!Dream only feeling safe with him and no one else?! c!Techno counting on all the different ways c!Dream acted after prison?! Them slowly falling in love?? c!Dream being smitten with c!Dream after doomsday?? c!Techno trying to teach c!Dream how to fight against but he just keep trembling all the time??? RIVALS TO LOVERS?!

THERE'S SO MUUUUUCH

[soursharkboi]

Oh my? Another fae claim? Oh dear, my apologies dear Citrus. Hm, I suppose we will have no choice but to share. From one fae to another, I hope you would understand? And of course dearest! You may go to your other home, my apologies for disrupting a naming ritual. I do hope the Manor enjoys whatever name you bestow unto it. I do hope you will visit often my dear.

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Oh it's fine don't worry! ^^

I don't know what a fae claim is but looks like it's important since it got mentioned twice now! And 'naming ritual'? What's that? :0

And i will visit very often!! Just don't scare me like that again, it was veryy spooky to be in one place and suddenly be in another place! But yes i also hope they like it! :D

I would like to be back at the Manor since.. i don't know the way :(

[pkmn-smashorpass]

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[lifesteal-headcanons]

Cube is a rubix cube. He has a 3x3 or 4x4 rubix cube head. We all know that… but, can we mix his head around…. like a rubix cube?? The short answer: yes. The longer answer, yes but there are side affects!

Mr cube has 6 different colors on his head, face, thing. Pink, red, yellow, green, blueishpurple, and magenta. Each color represents/acts as an emotion or sense. That color will give off a small glow, turning brighter when his emotion/sense hightens. To start it off, green represents sight, thats the reason it’s in the front of his head, thats where he sees! Red would be anger, resentment, the angsty side of him, most literally. Yellow would be sorta the opposite, a more happy, joyful, bouncy side of him. Magenta would be for confusion, a buffer in his thoughts, momentarily not knowing what’s going on. Pink is for embarrassment and sometimes even shame. Then last but not least, that blue purple color. That one represents sadnesses, upset and like another way to cry. It might just be sorrow too, pity even.

sometimes his emotions mix though, like if his red and bluepurple sides are glowing, he’s mad but also (sad) upset.

The reason that they are scrambled up is because cube accidentally messed it up when he was younger, and doesn’t trust anyone enough to fix it.

That’s my take on him though, he’s quite easy to read at times, he’s a glowing cube. But not everyone on the server understands what it means, just his closer friends. -Citrus anon

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[tosahobi-if]

??? Is living in a different world than me, my sense of smell is so bad I’m shocked when I DO smell something. Watch them catch my Mc having to all but shove a flower up their nose to get a bit of “oh that does smell nice.”

it's entirely possible to train your nose >_< the more you smell different things (like spices or flowers!) and practice naming and seeing if you can recognize notes in the outside world the more your brain will make the connections for you! ??? just has a natural talent for it.

[dangansins-confessional]

I ship Junkan

Confession 23

[selfship-confession-box]

Hi it's kinsona affirmation time with your local IRL since someone decided to piss in the punch bowl:

YOU'RE SOOOO COOL ACTUALLY LIKE. HOLDING YOUR HANDS. or paws. Or whatever else idk I dont have any so im not sure how we're even doing this but YEAH WOO

If u use ur kinsona in ur selfships just know I absolutely adore and support uuuu so real for that tbh.

— 🍊⚙️ Guy who is LITERALLY just a fictional character because I've got a mental disorder, Margaret. (How to signal to a schizospec that you're ableist without saying it fr)

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[citrus-blade]

If c!dream isn't human what do you think he is then?

I've seen people talking about this the past few days aaaannd for me c!Dream is either:

Enderman Hybrid

Ram Hybrid (Puffy's son)

Half-God (Part of DreamXD)

Something without a face (He wears the mask so others don't know he isn't human)

Cat Hybrid (opposite of cc!Dream who is a dog lmao)

I think that's it, I mostly go with Enderman or Ram though! I know a lot of people like him as a hare but I personally don't see it, probably cause I couldn't take him serious with big ass bunny ears ��😭😭

[pkmn-smashorpass]

Anything is a dildo if you’re brave enough