#deciet has hands

[chessboredom]

I'm going insane making so much fucking gifs out of that trailer but you could see how Smilk's eyes are looking away/at each other like a subtle self consciousness/subconscious guilt having to make PV suffer just so he could understand what he's going through as a Fount of Knowledge having to find out that so many things in existence is a beautiful lie covering painful truths.

"... and your entire life has been a lie... Do you regret it? Do you regret... everything?!" He is talking to Pure Vanilla, but he made Pure Vanilla dress up AS HIS PRE-CORRUPTED SELF. HE'S PROJECTIIIIIIINGG

DON'T get me started on Shadow Milk's SERIOUS face(masked slipped off) starts glitching, his hair also swept to the side, showing Pure Vanilla's face, like it's just screaming with "You will become me... as I was once you." and then goes back to his Act of Making Pure Vanilla Cookie Suffer As Much As Possible.

AND PURE VANILLA JUST ACCEPTING GETTING CRUMBLED UNDER SMILK'S HAND LIKE?? I know how self sacrificial he is, but this is him Understanding. He is SMILING.

"Will we able to find happiness?""Yes, hope is the first step towards a better world for everyone. If I could win, you will too." HE *IS* THE HOPE. HE IS TRUTH IS THE OCEAN OF DECIET. HE IS THE BRIGHTEST STAR IN THE VAST EMPTINESS OF SPACE. HE WANTS PEACE FOR EVERYONE. AUGH I'M GONNA EXPLOODE,,, GOOOOD I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

[snowflakeanrika]

A meeting 2

A meeting's continuance

WOAH MY FIRST POST WAS DAYS AGO AND 120+ NOTES??? BRO WAT ARE YALL STARVING THAT MUCH??? (I relate, I only started writing in Tumblr cuz there's not enough content of Mafioso and the gang here 🤑)

"Honey, I've made dinner! C'mon, everyone's waiting for you!" A familiar voice calls out. It sounds dim. Blurry. Like a dream.

That voice... Oh, how long you haven't heard that voice.

It feels like it's been ages.

Well, it has been ages.

"Coming, Mom!" A younger voice calls out. It sounds like...

You.

You when you were younger.

You when life was normal.

You when your life doesn't need to worry about taxes.

You when life was happy.

Where has life gone?

Everyone was around the dinner table.

Everyone was laughing. Joking. Happy.

You were happy, too.

Were.

Happiness doesn't come often in your adult years.

Only worry. Worried about the debts.

Worried about the Mafia on your ass.

Where has happiness gone?

"LEAVE! THIS FAMILY DOES NOT ACCEPT PEOPLE WHO WORK WITH THE MAFIA!" F̶a̴t̶h̵e̷r̸ says, pushing your body outside of the family gates.

"D̵A̶D̵, I DON'T WORK FOR THEM-!" You cried out, kneeling before them.

"My c̸h̷i̵l̵d̸... You've disappointed u̵s̶..." M̸o̸t̵h̵e̴r̸ says, crying on y̶o̵u̶r̴ ̴f̸a̶t̴h̷e̷r̸'̴s̸ shoulder. The man covered the woman's face, his eyes fully focused on the woman he had married.

"M̵̝̈Ỏ̶̘M̷̢̿! D̸̝̱͊A̸̞͕̾̋D̶̳̞̆!" Their child cried out as they closed the doors on them. Their shoulders dropped onto their sides, fat droplets of tears rolling down their face.

They don't want to hear their own child.

They don't care about their own child.

They don't admit that it's their child.

They don't want to recognise you as their child.

Now, why is that so?

What made them think you work for the Mafia?

WHY?

...

You know the reason. Don't you?

Rumours. Deciet. A cheap trick to the mind.

Or a stupid excuse to get you out of their sight.

Ah.

Now you understand...

This is where and when life and happiness flee.

WAKE UP.

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Your body shifts slightly, your eyebrows furrow, cold sweat crawls down your forehead and onto your brows. Your hands are clenched together tightly as your body tenses up with each passing second.

You bit your bottom lip unconsciously, and a tiny, salty sweat from your eyes travelled down to your cheek as someone grabbed a handkerchief and started to gently dab the cloth onto where the tear and sweat rolled onto.

"How's their condition, Boss Man?" A man's blurred voice reaches your ears. Are you in another dream again?

Wait.

MAFIOSO?

You feel your body getting picked up and settled down on something soft. Your head rests upon something warm, and you can feel beats coming from it.

Beats...

HEARTBEATS?

"They're fine; just some minor injuries," Mafioso's voice responded to the young man as vibrations eminate from the surface your head is rested on.

Hell nah.

You know well that the young man's voice belongs to one of his henchmen.

Loud chatters and laughter are heard as your head gets clearer. Is the time right to open your eyes?

"B-Boss Man, they're not waking up...! Did we hit too hard?" The young man's voice gets more timid and quiet. What the heck is that henchman worried about? Isn't it his job to end your life under Mafioso's command?

"____ might be sleeping, Contractee. They do not get their required daily sleep. Besides, their pulse would be gone, and your head shall be off your body if that happens." Mafioso responded. Oh, Contractee?

Right, they go by their titles inside their little gang. But if Mafioso's the boss, why is he called 'Mafioso'?

The Contractee nervously chuckled. Maybe it's time to open your eyes?

You pretended to grumble and slowly let light into your soul's windows. (Ever heard of the saying 'eyes are the windows to the soul'? HAHAHA- I need to stop.)

First thing you see?

Mafioso's chest.

Bro.

Out of all the places he can put you on, it's on his stupid lap?

You tried to jump out of his lap. Keyword: tried. He had his arms around your waist when he sensed you were waking up.

"You're up." He said calmly. HUHHHHH????

The Contractee gasped in happiness as the loud chattering and laughter all stopped in one milisecond. The Contractee called all of Mafioso's henchmen, and all ran into your view as they observed your every move.

You shook your head and rubbed your eyes to make sense of what was happening.

"Hello, Mx..." The Contractee said happily before getting a stern look from Mafioso, immediately getting the hint to shut up.

Mafioso signals him to give him medical supplies. The Contractee happily went off to grab it and hand it to Mafioso.

He starts to pack up your wounds. HE? MAFIOSO? THE MOST FEARED LEADER OF THE MAFIA? HELPING TO PACK UP YOUR WOUNDS?

While he takes care of your injuries, he said, "Tell 'em', one of you."

The Contractee looks around among his group members, and all were looking at him. Since he was present and was sent there under Mafioso's command, it's probably best if he said it himself.

"The woman you met two weeks ago is someone who owes us, The Mafia, debt. We promised to give her more time to deal with her debt before we come again to end her everything." The Contractee said.

"But what's this got to do with me?" You asked, your voice sore.

"Uh... Well, we can't tell you the reason yet... But that pendant is on you because it's our way to take our new members in! Look, I've got one too!" The Contractee said, about to show you his before a henchman, maybe the leader, stops him, saying that it's 'not the time'.

"You... ARE YOU ALL INSANE? JUST WHAT PURPOSE I SERVE INSIDE THIS PLACE THAT I NEED TO JOIN THE MAFIA?" You seethe in rage.

Mafioso just sighed and pressed the alcohol rub into one of your nasty wounds to shut you up. You hissed in pain as the henchmen looked around and acted like nothing happened. Wait, the Mafia only has 4 henchmen?

To make up for the deliberate attempt to cause pain to you, he gently pressed his lips onto your hand and continued to patch up your wounds.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang with a sweet chime.

"Oh! Pizza's here!" One of the henchmen says, 'Contractee' in cursive writing his hat wrote. Must be his title in the Mafia.

"You boys go and get it; I and ____ will catch up later." Mafioso says, gently wrapping up your wound with bandages.

"Ok!" The Contractee says, running downstairs along with the other boys.

"...uh..." You awkwardly look up to the man currently letting you sit on his lap. FORCED. NOT LET.

You can't see his eyes because of the stupid fedora casting a shadow on them. It's like if he isn't intimidating enough...

It's hot.

WAIT- WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?

You can feel that his eyes are on your wounds, patching them up with great care. Why is he doing this?

"Does this bunny have a staring problem, or...?" He spoke. You can feel his eyes on you now.

"NO. No. It's not what you think it is." You hurriedly say.

"Oh? I wasn't thinking of anything else other than a staring problem... What are you thinking?" He whispers. HELL NAH, NOW HE KNOWS YOUR WEIRD ASS HAS A CRUSH ON HIM.

"NOTHING. Absolutely nothing." You said to him. Bro, at this point, you're just gambling your life in this moment. Your ass is cooked, fried, baked, grilled, roasted, toasted, steamed-

"If you insist." He answers CALMLY.

This is NOT Mafioso.

WHO IS THIS CLONE?

You're supposed to be dead.

Limbs ripped apart, headless, heartless, brainless...

And yet, you're still here.

Everything is intact, and even SITTING ON HIS LAP.

He's not the person described like others did...

But... The police's findings and news can't be fake...

"Baby has something on their mind... Mind spilling the details?" Mafioso whispers into your ears. God, you can smell his cologne and a tinge of alcohol...

"Nothing for you to know... I... have a habit of... daydreaming?" You said, wait, no, it's more like a question you're asking yourself.

He merely chuckles at your weak attempt at lying. "I'm fully convinced."

At this point, you couldn't get any words out, to be honest. He gently lifts you up, carrying you in bridal style-

"NOnonono- Uh, I can walk myself! I don't want to trouble you." You said, trying to get the man to set you down.

"Bunny, you've twisted your ankle. Everyone knows this." He sighs, adjusting your pose to be more comfortable.

"What-? Why would you guys care?" You question.

"We care and mind a lot about you, ____." Mafioso calmly says. But...

"Why?" You asked with your eyebrows furrowed.

"Shush. Don't ask too much." He ordered. You immediately shut up; you're not losing your life today.

He held you downstairs to where everyone is. Surprisingly, all the henchmen were so happy to see you both. Is this not an embarrassing moment?!

"____, Boss Man!" The Contractee jumped up on his spot before rushing to get a wheelchair in no time.

"This... is Contractee, as you know. Get used to all the henchmen." Mafioso spoke while setting you down onto the wheelchair.

"Nice to meet you, ____!" He happily greets you.

You wave and say a quiet hello to him before he pushes your wheelchair to meet the other henchmen.

"This is Consigliere, the one with his sword next to him and with a top hat on! He's our advisor to Boss Man!" The Contractee said, his smile brimming with joy. "He's the most logical person in our little group of henchmen."

Dang. Wait, WHY do you have to get used to this?

"That's Soldier. The one with a ushanka! He's the one that usually kills the debters, I'm sure you know!"

"The one that has sunglasses and is bald, he's our leader in this group. He leads us to do what Boss Man wants us to do!"

"And then there's me, Contractee! I basically just collect information on the people who have debt from us and also change some stuff or news articles online to lead suspicion away from us!"

"I... Why are you telling me this?" You asked, worried. "Aren't you afraid of me getting all of your information out to the public?"

The Contractee just giggles before everyone pulls out their weapons.

You can feel Mafioso's footsteps get closer to you while you can hear a gun getting loaded.

Mafioso aims it at your head, smiling sweetly.

"I'm afraid that bunny just has to deal with the consequences."

Yeah, never say anything about betrayal, you stupid moron...

"I WASN'T PLANNING TO-" You held your hands up in surrender.

After you said that, there was a brief moment of silence. Then, Mafioso started chuckling slowly, putting the gun away. Everyone now started to laugh. It wasn't even forced. THEY ARE LAUGHING.

"Silly bunny..." Mafioso laughs. Apparently, your claim and supposed vow are amusing to them. "Loosen up, baby."

"Here, pizza slice! Which one, pepperoni or just mozerella as toppings?" The Contractee asked you, giving you two plates holding the pizza slices.

"Uh... I..." You looked at both pizza slices. "I'm not hungry right now-"

"Mx. ____ hasn't eaten since last night! Here, just take both!" The Contractee smiles, sliding the mozzarella pizza onto the pepperoni pizza's plate and gives it to you.

Mafioso takes a seat on the couch nearest to you. Which is at the end of the couch.

"Eat up, darling. You're not going to starve here." He lifts the plate closer to your mouth.

...maybe it might not be bad to engage in the Mafia-?

[gazstations]

Come Home, My Darling

CHAPTER ONE

ᯓᡣ𐭩 CHAPTER SUMMARY

John hardly regrets a lot of things in his life. He shouldn’t ruminate and just has to accept the choices he makes. But this one conversation, he can never shake.

♡ Chapter Warnings: Spousal fighting, Price being a bit of a prick, unresolved tension

◇ Notes: I had to add angst, guys. I love conversations that end on a bad note and then shit goes down hehe. This conversation is going to be important. Anyway, love y’all!

○●○ SERIES MASTERLIST ♡ PREV ♡ NEXT

NAVIGATION MASTERLIST

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JOHN PRICE REGRETTED THE LAST REAL CONVERSATION HE HAD WITH YOU.

He was a man that had trouble admitting to the open air that he was faulted. He despised being told that his lust for blood and honor was infuriating. It was black mold, slipping in through the bathroom grout. The effects of his lifestyle weren't necessarily ones that presented themselves right away. Instead, years of ingesting the spores clustered into the lungs until they were taxed.

He never acknowledged how much quiet patience it took to be the spouse of a military man. His first mistake was believing his wife would always be tolerant of the life he lived.

You herded the kids to your parent’s one morning during his last official leave. He had been home for two days, and he felt the difference in the air quality. Felt a festering tension that exuded from you. He was exhausted and aching, so he ignored it.

You weren't cold, just not as upfront about your happiness to have him home.

John was bred to read people. As captain, he had to find intention in more than just superficial facial expressions. He was designed to pick up on when someone was lying - when their words didn't quite match their actions. So, he knew from the moment he woke up on day one of his leave, that there was an underlying issue within your perception of him.

John was still in the mindset of saving his skin. The whizzing of bullets echoed in his ears. The gunpowder still tickled and burned his nose hairs. He was alert, body rigid with anticipation. He checked the doors were locked ten times, he looked out the window instead of the movie William begged him to watch. He held a possessive hand over your thigh as you curled up beside him on the couch, but he wasn’t fully aware of where he was.

It always took a bit of tender love for him to come into himself again. However, you were just as distant and his mind was spiraling further into the wrong headspace.

When the kids were gone, you came home and joined him in the living room. You perched yourself away from him, finding a spot separate from him. Your spot bathed you in the golden rays of the sunrise. He found himself staring, blue eyes taking in the ethereal being before him. His eyes softened just a fraction as he took a sip of his coffee, eyes blinking at you from the rim of the mug.

“You're beau-”

“I can't do this anymore.”

John lowered the mug quickly, sloshing some liquid out onto his hand. He barely noticed the sting of the hot beverage against his weathered hands. He narrowed his eyes, analyzing you with thoughtfulness. You had him by the neck now. It didn't take much.

“Pardon?” He forced out in a low timbre.

He watched the miniscule flinch of your upper body. Your chest rose as you took a calculated breath to compose yourself. He should've been more sympathetic to the fact you had been figuring out how to approach this conversation for a long time. Yet, his age old, decietful pride took precedence at that moment.

You opened your mouth and then closed it. You were tongue-tied and he was impatient. His tether of sanity was short as of late and that’s where everything started to go downhill - when his job and personal life entwined.

“Well?” He pressed.

You found your voice. You hated when he used an authoritative voice. You liked rational conversations and being heard. It was hard to hear when his ear drums were flooded with cotton, though it had nothing to due with the fact that he was pretty sure his hearing was shot in his left ear now.

“Can I just speak my truth without you getting defensive right away?” You asked firmly.

“I'm not getting defensive,” John was quick to argue. You're proving her point. His foul mood from the last mission wasn't the slightest bit a valid reason for acting this way, but it didn't matter. He was already coiled tight. “You just did a piss poor job of starting the conversation.”

Your lips pressed into a firm line, eyes going blank as you stared at him. If he was a better man he would let a gentle apology. He didn't even know what you were going to say, but he had already drawn his own conclusions. Fucking muppet, get your head on right before you really muck up.

“No, you just don't want to face the possibility that we need to talk,” you answered.

John discarded his mug on the coffee table, crossing his arms over his chest. He fixed you with an unimpressed glare. He waved his hand in your direction. “Well, go on then,” he urged almost condescendingly.

“Can you be nice to me, John?” you pleaded softly. “I don't deserve this.”

John caved then. The despondence in your voice killed him, the way your sweet eyes downturned. He hated himself before his short circuited responses. You were not a rookie in need of correction, nor were you one of his boys. You were his wife, single-handedly the most important person in his life. You, of all people, were allowed to have criticisms.

“Sorry, darling…” he reached across the couch to find you. His hand opened palm up as he willed you to take his offering.

You stared at his calloused skin for a moment. Long enough for him to assume you weren't granting him an inch right now. But then a soft breath left your lips and both of your hands descended upon his. You cupped his hand, silver bands knocking together with whispered promise.

“I hate when you do that.” You muttered.

“I know.” He relented. “I know. I was a wanker.”

You let out a pained snort, amusement flashing in your eyes for just a moment. You twisted the silver band on his finger absentmindedly as you sorted your thoughts. John was silent, relishing in the proximity. You leaned toward him, not away now.

You bit your lip and he noticed how chapped the flesh was - you had small teeth created abrasions, peeling the skin apart.

“I just…” You squeezed his hand unconsciously. “I feel like I'm at a dead end.”

John's heart sank, “With our marriage?”

You shook your head, but it didn't necessarily offer any reprieve. His mind was already slipping again. Was this the conversation other military men had before their wives left them? He wanted to think your partnership had an infinite run, but now he was timid and doubtful. He never felt like that. He had always been secure.

“With your job, John,” you said. “But I suppose it's bleeding into our family. I can't keep it all in anymore.”

John's mouth was dry, “Go on, darling. I'm listening.”

“I'm tired of missing you all the time.” You were opening Pandora's box and now you couldn’t stop. John watched your eyes grow glassy, emotional turmoil ripping up the soil in your heart. “I'm tired of telling the kids you'll be home soon. I don't even know if that’s true. I feel like I'm raising them all alone, and eventually it'll become permanent.”

John admittedly didn’t know how to respond to that. Part of him was offended. He wasn't going to die and leave you alone. Yet the other part recognized that this was your fear. It wasn't far-fetched either.

“Is that how you always feel?” He questioned. Was he just a horrible husband that didn't notice his wife's atrophy?

You nodded slowly, “I dread anytime someone knocks on the door.”

John's heart was withering away. Blood pumped through his body, gave him life, but he felt like a part of him already decomposed. He knew he was gambling his life every second he spent in the task force. The dice rolled, the players made their calls. One day that dice would be an omen. You're going to die on the field, John. People like you don't get the luxury of anything else.

Yet, he'd try. Even if he had to heave himself by crumbling bone to get home.

“Death is a risk. You've always known that.” he replied.

Your hands detached from his and he felt the chill seep in. He knew instantly he said the wrong thing, but he couldn't backtrack now. Pride wouldn’t let him nor would the deep belief of those words. Instead, he watched you lean back in your seat again putting physical and metaphorical distance between you.

“So I'm just supposed to be content in that,” You accused. “Oh yeah, my bastard husband might be six feet under next month. But, oh well! Because I knew what his job was when we started dating. Woe is me.”

“Watch it…” he snapped. Your words were like water to grease fire.

Your mocking put his defenses right back up. He knew he said the wrong thing, but he didn't appreciate it being rubbed in his face like that.

“No, John,” You were stronger now, poised with knowledge of what you needed from this conversation. “You're being a bastard. I'm telling you that I am anticipating you dying and dreading it, and you're telling me I just have to suck it up. Just because I married you.”

“Bloody hell…” John pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes in growing frustration. “You're going too far with a simple comment I made.”

You didn't even humor him and that’s what made the hairs on the back of his neck rise. You stood up from your seat and just walked out of room. Normally, you'd dig your claws in and make some remark back. But you didn't. It made his stomach sink.

If he was able to see your face, he'd see the way tears clung to your eyelashes. He'd see the way you swallowed rapidly to push away your melancholy. He'd see the deep, agonizing breath you had to take to compose yourself for just a minute longer.

He had several opportunities to push that conversation in another direction. The plethora of better ways that had been teasing the edge of his tongue was clear.

His knee cracked as he stood, his lower back twinging in pain as he followed after you. He was out of his element. It was a mindfuck to come from the bloodbath to a more domestic environment. Right now, he was struggling with the concept of comforting you.

He could feel the steel cold grip of the wedge between the both of you. There was a chasm that descended into the abyss. If he took a step, he would plummet. If you took a step, he was terrified that would be the last he saw of you.

He found you in the den, looking out the window that glimpsed into the backyard. Your shoulders were shaking, sniffles leaving your nose. John felt guilt stir a bitter concoction in his stomach as he saw this somber state. You were the flowers that bloomed in the garden, you didn’t deserve to wither.

You went stock still when his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into solid chest. You turned your head away when his lips attempted to meet the plushness of your tear-stricken cheek. He let out a low grumble of disapproval at your rejection, tightening his grip. His fingers dug into the grooves of your hips, not resisting the urge to feel the way your flesh shaped against him.

“I can’t give up my position, darling…” he stated softly. He wasn’t trying to back you into a corner enough so you brandished your claws. He was just stating a fact.

That was his truth. John’s blood was made of gunpowder and ash. Men like him were built to always be part of the fight. He had crossed far too many lines to be considered worthy of a civilian lifestyle.

He wondered what you would think of him had he ever confessed that he once took a mother and child hostage to gain the higher ground. You’d be disgusted, surely. As a mother yourself, it would be easy to imagine yourself in that same position. Little Edith or William with fearful eyes as they watched their daddy at the other end of the barrel. He wasn’t merciful. Why would anyone else be?

“When are you going to pick us, John?” You questioned.

John wanted to shake you, make you understand his point of view. He had to get dirty to keep the world clean - for you, for the kids. There had to be someone that was willing to sacrifice themselves for the greater good. Not many people could blacken their soul like he had. He already had this gestating, molten black wound within him, so he had to at least fight until the end. When he could not ignore the rusted glide of his once flexible being. When his muscles disintegrated into dust.

“It’s not that simple,” John responded.

“It is,” You said. You put your hand over one of his, weaving your fingers between his with a sigh. Even with your heart fiery red, you still wanted to touch him. He took that as something good.

Even if he couldn’t give you what you yearned for.

You were his to keep, though, so he didn’t appreciate the image he pictured of you leaving. The two of you shared kids. You existed in the same house and put up with him for five years. You were committed, just as he was to his job.

Might as well see this through to the end, too.

Yet, he came to regret this conversation. There were too many loose ends that needed to be tied together. There was no true satisfaction. It was also the last true conversation he had where he had the opportunity to assure you to some capacity.

The call came just as he untangled himself from your pliant body.

He muttered a small curse under his breath, answering the phone with a bitter bite. “What?”

“Cap, Soap and Ghost are on their way,” Gaz greeted him, undeterred by the ice in John’s one word. He already figured he would be perturbed considering he was finally on a leave.

John stopped at that, “The reason?”

“Better if we tell you at base, sir,” Gaz said. “Bring the missus and the kids.”

“The kids?” John repeated gruffly. “They’re at their grandparents’.”

You stood up straight, analyzing John in order to dissect his words. You leaned in close, urging your husband to put the phone on speaker. Normally, you didn’t play in his work conversations, but this one you automatically knew you had a right to.

“Kyle…” you spoke.

Gaz went silent after hearing your voice, like the stakes suddenly got real and more dire. It made John suspicious, and he put a comforting hand on the small of your back. You were not accustomed to doomed calls like he was. He knew you had an array of questions just ready to leak from your lips because he was the same. But he also knew the importance of confidentiality. Phones were not safe.

“I’ll tell the others to get the kids first,” Gaz decided after a moment.

“Kyle, are we in danger?” you asked urgently. You at least deserved to know what was at play here.

“I’m afraid so, ma’am.”

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[writteninlunarlight-years]

HI, LET'S TALK ABOUT ART THEFT

Hello, my name is Luna; I have gone by Luna for ages and have been friends with some fantastic artists here on Tumblr. One artist is @heart-of-the-morningstar

A few days ago, it was brought to our attention as a friend group that someone had reposted her entire work, and only in the small author note pointed out it was hers, and they were only doing this because the account has errors (Which it doesn't but we will get into that later)

The account in question for doing this is known as @luna-naoffcial

Now, from one Luna to another, stealing other authors' writing, purposefully taking art, and getting rid of the artist's watermark is wrong.

I have compiled a long list of proof of all the transgressions and my own personal grievances regarding what has happened and continues to happen in the artist community.

First off, story stealing:

To accomplish this, I went through every single story and copied not only the summary that this person wrote on their master list but also the first few lines of the text.

With this, I placed it in a Google reverse engine search and managed to find the accounts with the actual stories, all of which, from my understanding, do not belong to @luna-naoffcial.

They are as follows:

Masochism Tango: https://www.wattpad.com/story/365788359-masochism-tango-alastor-lucifer-vox

Molting Season: https://www.wattpad.com/story/365592419-%F0%9D%90%8C%F0%9D%90%8E%F0%9D%90%8B%F0%9D%90%93%F0%9D%90%88%F0%9D%90%8D%F0%9D%90%86-%F0%9D%90%92%F0%9D%90%84%F0%9D%90%80%F0%9D%90%92%F0%9D%90%8E%F0%9D%90%8D-radioapple

To Love A Killer: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46501777/chapters/117090241

Insanity: https://www.wattpad.com/story/361200644-%F0%9D%90%88%F0%9D%90%8D%F0%9D%90%92%F0%9D%90%80%F0%9D%90%8D%F0%9D%90%88%F0%9D%90%93%F0%9D%90%98

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These are all stolen writing works, not to mention the one stolen from @heart-of-the-morningstar

We will move on to stolen artwork and the watermarks intentionally cropped out of view.

I opened a Google engine bar and an image search to find these. You can then download or drag and drop the image you are looking for.

With out further ado:

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I would like to dive into the 'apology' given out and the oddities I have found.

I don't know how many people on Tumblr are familiar with the Cait Corrian drama that happened a few years ago.

She was found creating many fake accounts on GoodReads and trying to ruin the chances of her other YA Authors' getting accredited.

She is also notorious for making fake discord messages to try and cover up her deciete

I post this specific account of the story and these screenshots to highlight the oddities of the following messages shared between @luna-naoffcial and her 'friend' @lia65lana towards a third individual named Kate. What is off to me is that there are a lot of odd things involved in this message exchange

For example, Lia is messaging Kate off Luna's account. Why not off your own account? On top of that, why is Kate on Luna's account? I trust many of my friends but would not hand over my account.

This conversation thread looks very similar to the Cait Corrians. Not only that, but the people in the conversation sound and talk very similarly. The grammar, spelling errors, and odd placement of some nouns and verbs are fluid between all 'three' people.

However, I am willing to step back and say it could be a dialect thing, as when I look at the @luna-naofficial account, my Google Translate automatically wants to translate from Mandarin.

What really struck me as odd however was the responses that both accounts posted as apologies

Lia's account is red, and as we have seen, Luna's is green.

Both accounts posted the EXACT SAME MESSAGES. Only Luna's had an additional ending.

As I was investigating for my friend, it changed again

Again, many of these messages don't fully make sense. There are many grammatical and spelling errors, all very similar to the original picture I added first. All of these 'three' people sound, talk, and make the same errors in all the same ways. I would like to play the benefit of the doubt. In these messages, there is talk of depression, death, and anxiety, all things I personally also struggle with and I understand are hard. However, they are not excuses for purposefully stealing other people's hard work and taking credit for them.

You blatantly take credit for others' work, which is wrong and disheartening.

Side note @alastorsmiles1930: The response and messages are also odd and read the same as all these others. This account is also the ONLY account that followed @heart-of-the-morningstar and the others in my friend group. I want to point this oddity out however I hope you are just an innocent bystander

From one Luna to another, please stop this and apologize. Not just to @heart-of-the-morningstar but to everyone you have been stealing from.

Thank you for listening My Moons

[sharkietheshork]

QUIRKS. (I made some:>>)

so because I'm obsessed with My Hero Acadamia (ykyk) I've made a whole TRUCKLOAD of quirks. and ever since I've gotten a *grasp* on the concept, I've been all over the idea of creating Quirk for Ocs I'll quite literally never ever use unless it's for context.

So, as A little present, and the fact I cannot physcially contain myself any longer, Here's A list of (Unique) Quirks I've made for 78 Ocs. A Little context, they were based off of an Au for ocs based off of the Ars Goetia that I made years ago and I've never really shared them with a wider audience until now. and because these were used for Ocs I decided to tweak the descriptions to be more 'generalized'.

This List has 78 Quirks in Alphabetical order from A-W.

Let me know what you think!!

→ LIST OF QUIRKS:

1. ACTUALIZATION - A emitter quirk that allows the user to see into a person's mind, know their darkest fantasies and manifesting them into reality in the form of real life illusions

2. AGGRESSION - a emitter quirk that allows the user to release a adrenaline inducing pheromone that causes those around them to act more angry and aggressive

3. AMALGAMATION - a merging quirk that allows the user to take two or more animals and genetically fuse them together into chimeras. they has complete control over the process and can pick & choose which charcteristics they wishes to merge.

4. AMMUNITION - a emitter quirk that allows the user to create ammunition for about any weapon they have knowledge of.

5. BARD - A Emitter quirk that allows the suer manipulate the frequency of the soundwaves generated by their voice. By altering the frequency and amplitude of these waves, they can affect the emotions of those who hear them.

6. BEASTMASTER - a emitter quirk that allows the user to create a temporary spiritual 'link' between themself or individual and an animal. that animal then acts as a guardian and aids the person in whatever they need

7. BIRD TRANSFIGURATION - a emitter quirk that allows the user to turn any human individual into a bird of their choosing. the transfiguration usually last 24 hours, but they can cut it short

8. BLACK TENDRILS - a emitter quirk that can generate black tendrils off of any surface (including the User) which they can manipluate indepentently.

9. BLADEHAIR - A mutant quirk that gives the User hair made out of a sharp, razor-like material, which can cut through most organic and inorganic materials with ease

10. BLOOD BAT - This quirk allows the suer to transform into a second form which loosely resembles a bat. which includes two sets of flightlessness 'wings' that each end in two hand-like appendages, a second set of arms. and a prehensile tail. while they also takes on the symptoms of vampirism including a sensitivity to sunlight and needing to feed off of blood

11. BLUEPRINT - when the suer touches any part of a enclosed building (with four walls and a roof), they are able to see the blueprints and layout of the area in his mind. as well as know any objects (doesn't include humans)

12. COCKATRICILISK - a mutant and Transformation quirk that gives the user the appearance of a Basilisk lizard while having the ability to transform into a creature similar to the mythical Cockatrice. (A combination quirk of the user's parents)

13. COMPENDIUM - A emiter quirk that allows the user to physically manifest a large encyclopedia that contains all of their knowledge, memories, and skills. they can acess the encyclopedia at any time

14. CORDAKINESIS - a manipluation quirk that allows the user to control the movement of rope and rope-like objects with the length of around 50 meters. they must have physical contact with the rope at all times

15. CORODINATES - a transportation quirk that allows the user to teleport to anywhere in the world by knowing its corodinates.

16. DECIETFUL - a manipluation quirk that allows the user to manipluate someone into believing anything they say. this deciet can last for 1-2 hours

17. DEVOTION - A manipluation quirk that allows the user to hypnotize people by exposing the heart-shaped mark on the middle of their chest. upon seeing the mark, the target will feel a intense feeling of unwavering devotion and deep affection for the user. this quirk is always on, and stops when the mark is covered

18. EIGHT LEGS - a mutant quirk that gives the suer eight large spider-like legs.

19. ELECTROBODY - A transformation quirk that allows the user to transform their body into tangible electricity

20. EMP - a emitter quirk which when activated, can procudce a burst of Electromagnetic radiation which can disrupt and damage electronics.

21. EXACERBATION - a emitter quirk that allows the user to take persons wounds and worsening them to extreme, often making them infected or gangerous.

22. EXTRA BODY - a transformation quirk that allows the user to create extra flesh and body parts on themself, often augmentating their body 

23. FABRIC - a emitter quirk that allows the user to create and control different types of NATURAL fabrics

24. FATIGUE SPORE - an emitter quirk that generates a fine, dust-like substance (similar to mushroom spores). when inhaled, it causes individuals to feel tired and exhausted. 

25. FIREARMS - a transformation quirk that allows the user to retract two hunting rifles from their arms. Bonus, they can swalllow whole bullets/ammo which can be stored inside their guns until usage.

26. FIREWORKS - a emitter quirk that allows the user to generate explosions that resemble fireworks, which they can shoot out like projectiles

27. FLIES - a emitter quirk that allows the user to generate and control flies from their body which they have a psychic connection to

28. FLYING WHALES - a emitter quirk that allows the user to generate levitating whales under 10-20 feet long, which they can use to ride on or attack.

29. GENOCIDE - a emitter quirk that allows the user to release a powerful, rage inducing pheromone that causes those around them to become enraged and seek harm upon others. 

30. GLUTEN - a transformation quirk that allows the user to gain strength and stamina by consuming gluten-based food such as bread and pasta

31. GOLDEN PHEASANT - a mutant quirk that gives the user the appearence of a Chinese Golden Pheasant.

32. HAIR - a mutant and transformation quirk that allows the user to grow and manipluate the hair on their body

33. HEALING HAIR - A transformation quirk that allows the user to take a strand of their hair and morph it into a thin strip of matter that resembles medical tape, which they can use to heal people almost instantly  

34. HOROSCOPE -  A transformation quirk that allows the user to embody the characteristics associated with each sign of the American (or different, depending) zodiac depending on the current month. their personality would be the strongest in the month they were born in.

35. HRYSOPOEIA - a transmutation quirk that allows the user to turn any non-living thing into solid gold. 

36. HUNTER - a transformation quirk that allows the user's senses to heighten and gain the instincts of a predator. they gain enhanced sight, hearing, and smell, allowing them to detect 'prey' from a great distance.

37. HYDRA - a regeneration-type transformation quirk. when a limb (or head) gets cut off, the user can make two more regrow in place.

38. INCENSE- a transforming quirk that when activated on a person, transforms a person's physical body into the same flamable material as incense, which burns instantly when the user touches them again. when burning, the victim's body releases a aromatic smoke which releases a scent that reflects their individual identity or character.

39. INTELLIGENCE ENHANCEMENT BUBBLE - a emitter quirk that allows the user to generate a semi-transparent encloser of any size they chose. when any individual enters the area, their intelligence is increased.

40. KERATIN - a emitter and transformation quirk that can control the Keratin in a person and themself (including hair, nails, horns, and hooves). They can also grow horns, scales and feathers on a person, but has to touch them.

41. LOUDSPEAKER - a mutant and emitter quirk that covers the user's torso in speakers, which can be connected to a aux cord to play music or audio. they can control the volume of the speaker and use high-decibel sounds as defense

42. MAGGOTS - A mutant and transformtion quirk which covers the user in coin-sized holes that contains a rolled up grub-like creatures. the grubs are capable on producing a thick, viscous saliva which can dissolve any non-living matter.

43. MELUSINE - Mutant and Emitter quirk that gives the user the appearence and abilities of a Melusine. which include two tails, and wings, (although appearances can vary). they also pocesses the ability to control people with their singing voice.

44. MEMORY - a emitter quirk that allows the user to manipluate the memory of people via touch. they can steal memories and add them to their own, alter them, or copy specific scenes.

45. MINDWAVE - a emitter quirk that allows the user to create high-energy hypersonic waves from their mind which can generate destructve blasts or disrupt communication sources 

46. MODIFY - a emitter quirk that allows the user to alter and manipluate the physical appearance of another person at will with touch

47. MONARCH BUTTERLY - a mutant quirk that gives the user the appearance of a Monarch Butterfly. (bonus ability, they can also change the colour of their wings.)

48. MOUTHFUL - A mutant quirk that gives the user four mouth (one of the collarbone, back of the head, and on the palms) which they can use both independently or simultaneous.

49. MUSICIAN - a emitter quirk that allows the user to telepathically control individual intruments if he's touched it

50. NAGA - a mutant quirk that gives the user the appearence of a mythical NAGA, with their lower half being the body of a Cobra

51. OMEN - a knowing quirk that allows the user to sense when bad things are about to happen

52. PARANOIA - An emitter quirk that when activated, anyone within a 17 foot radius instantly feels a deep anxiety and fear. if the user conmcentrates hard enough, the radius will grow.

53. PERCEPTION - a detection quirk that, once ingesting a targets blood, allows the suer to know the true intentions of what they say, able to detect whether or not they are telling the truth or being honest. this lasts for until the blood passes through the body naturally

54. PLANT GROWTH - a emitter and transformation that allows the user to generate and manipluate plants.

55. POLYMORPHISM - a Transformation quirk that allows the user to shapeshift into anyone they have seen before. with a cooldown time of 3.5 days or 84 hours. (can transform 243 times in total)

56. REALITY WARP - a emitter quirk that gives the user the ability to distort reality, allowing them to contort the enviroment to their advantage and create illusions that can manipulate the perception of others

57. REANIMATE - a emitter and transformaion quirk(?) which allows the user to take the pre-decomposation corpse of a dead person, and control them like puppets. they can control them for a two hours before they start to rapidly decompose

58. RED CANINE - a transformation quirk that allows the user to transform into any red-coated canine species, or a red-coated version of said species.

59. RED THREAD OF FATE - a emitter quirk that allows the user to produce a thick, stringy, red saliva. which upon contact with two people, creates a intense sensation of emotional and physical intimacy. the user can use this quirk on themself, but they won't share the same feelings as the other person.

60. REPEATING SERPENT TAILS - a mutant and transformation quirk that gives the user multiple live Emerald Tree Boas for tails, which can each be controlled by user. when detached, the snake will act indepententally and have no way of reattaching. a new Boa regrows within 2-3 days

61. REVEAL - a tracking quirk that allows the user to know the general location of anything by knowing it's name and seeing its picture.

62. SCALESWORD - a emitter and transformation quirk that allows the user to materialize a sword made out of their own scales which they controls. (NOTE: The user is covered in scales, either Reptilian or Fish, depending. they can control each scale telepathically, simialr to Hawks.)

63. SENSELESS - A emitter quirk that when activated, can take away one of a person's 5 senses for a amount of time

64. SKINMASTER - a transformation quirk that allows the user to control their skin like modeling clay, physically manipluating the length, shape, texture and strength with significant skill. 

65. SOLAR UP - a strengthening quirk that allows the user to gain an increased strength, stamina, and healing factor when they are exposed to direct sunlight.

66. SOUL HARVEST - a transformation quirk that allows the user to absorb the life force energy of people who are dying, adding it to their own energy.

67. SPIDER BEAST - a transformation quirk that allows the user to trandform into a large monsterous spider-like entity for no more than 5 hours a day.

68. SPONTANEOUS COMBUSTION - a transformation quirk that allows the user to suddenly conbust into flames.

69. STAR - a Emitter quirk that allows the user to create flat, star-shaped 'platforms' made up of energy, which they are able to use to levitate around. The user must always be touching a star to make it levitate 

70. STARFISH SHURIKEN - a emitter quirk that allows the user to produce five-pointed starfish-shaped projectiles which they can use as 'shurikens'. they can manipluate each starfish and the trajectory to hit their targets with accurate aim

71. STORMMAKER - a emitter quirk that allows the user to generate different types of clouds, which they can manipulate to resemble different types of weather such as rainclouds, thunderstorms or fog.

72. SUMMON CAMEL - they user can summon a 6'9 foot dromedary Camel made out of gold (or any precious metals/stones). 

73. SWITCH - The user has the ability to transfer any injuries or wounds they currently have onto another person through physical contact and by saying 'Switch'

74. TOYTIME - A Transformign quirk that, when touching a target, turns them into a stuffed animal or Toy. they are still coinscious and have their complete human anatomy (minus the bones, as they become stuffing) rearanged to fit the item.

75. TRUE ASYMMETRY - a emitter and mutant quirk that allows the user to distort objects to look asymmetric by touch, often disfiguring the object to great extremes. they cannot use it on themself

76. TWIN DRAGONS - a emitter quirk that allows the user to summon two red dragons which follow his every command

77. VINE - a mutant and emitter quirk that allows the user to produce 'tenril vines' from their body (which is mainly covered in these vines) which they can grow and manipluate freely

78. WINGS - a transformation quirk that gives the user to manipluate the wings on their back to look like the wings of any species. such as insects, birds, and even winged mammals.

END OF LIST

I hope you enjoyed!!:>>

Also let me know if there's any spelling mistakes or errors cause I literally copied & pasted them. so there might be a few "wuirk" and "suer"'s around lmaoo

[valentine-cafe]

˖⁺. ﹙ the snake deity of deceit. ﹚: zhào talisen  164 .𖹭 ݁

. . . scary? my god you’re divine !! 🍒 : “ i am the face that stares back at you in the mirror, tormenting you before your heart shatters like the millions of glass pieces that previously occupied the golden mirror frame you built for yourself ”

꒰ verse ꒱ 164

꒰ species ꒱ corrupt snake god, primordial rhytraari

꒰ ethnicity ꒱ chinese 

꒰ age ꒱ unknown ( millennia )

꒰ gender ꒱ male

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꒰ alias ꒱ copper resentment, the copper rhytaari, copper primordial rhytaari, copper wrath ( by ecpd 781 ), copper siren, copper boy, the great snake, the serpent of the lake, duckling, emerald’s right hand, ( shrimpie ♡ )

꒰ story ꒱ 

a master of lies - the deity of deciet and great destruction. serpent to most, siren to some - a mad god is what he actually is.

a being of chaos, a chaos that hungers forever and on — craving discord and destruction, awakened by this. . . underlying hatred for the world, a hatred unknown. what caused this to stir in the first place?

taking form of a giant serpant that many write about in their numerous mythologies across the eras. too busy sucking out the souls from their physical bodies and luring them into the waters of his river, his lake. tearing them open and degrading them from entering the vicinity. stupid humans, stupid, stupid mortals.

why enter the ever dawn when it is rumored to be a place where none come out of once they enter? was their deaths not enough to satisfy their knowledge, did they truly have to go search? stupid, mortal, creature.

the being has no love for this world. . . why?

who is to say?

none will, the mouths that were once able to are dirt filled and bone now.

 

꒰ appearance ꒱

copper eyes with maroon undertones. slitted pupils 

long, straight black hair that trails behind him, he often has it up in some form of a half-bun. has copper streaks in his hair 

tan skin with copper glimmers all over his body. has copper freckles all over his face. androgynous and sharp facial features  

7’11” tall ( 241.3 cm ) with a slender figure 

hands ad forearms are stained in copper colouring 

snake features, such as eyes, fangs and general features 

rows of sharp teeth and an elongated tongue 

sharp talons 

typically dresses in lots of traditional clothes in regards to his culture. especially long, elegant hanfus

gold and copper chains and necklaces all around him. on his clothing as well 

red painted lips 

copper and gold bracelets crafted with opals and pearls 

lobe and upper lobe ear piercings 

gold nose ring 

midline tongue piercing 

opal navel piercing

can turn into a giant snake that often dwells within lakes and water bodies

 

꒰ personality ꒱

alluring and charming, a silver-tongued, cunning and deceptive being which thrives off of discord and feeds on resentment.

carries himself in an eerily calm manner, an effortless cool confidence following wherever he may step.

when displaying wrath and malice, it is usually put into a serene and calm font, his enchanting voice misleading you into false safety.

deceitful, loves spinning the truth and playing mind games on people.

sinister — you find him often delighting in chaos, unafraid to step on a few eggs if it means he can have his way.

a master of manipulation, the rhitaari indulges in sadism of the highest degrees and often gives into his violent tendencies.

a sociopath, far from forgiving.

eager to put people in their place and remind them of his power, all with a smile on his face, laced with kindness.

he is patient, yet determined and willing to do whatever it takes to achieve his goals.

in spite of his general aura of elegance and control, talisen can be quite erratic and even impulsive; something that can lead to catastrophic evens.

despite his malevolence, the rhitaari can as a matter of fact extend kindness to those he deems worthy of it. he does not fancy hurting the innocent. . . unless they can be used as leverage.

he is a possessive man, and has a tendency to grow beyond obsessive over the ones who hold his heart, which can result in quite the yandere behaviors from him.

though, he may be this confident being, it all ultimately falls short when the deeper parts of his soul are observed.

he is deeply wounded from the past. ashamed and guilty from the choices that he made and commit to. . . though, the show must go on, must it not?

 

꒰ with a lover ꒱

sweet and gentle with a lover, caring and nurturing

so many possessive undertones, hidden well by his deceptive behaviour. he is most definitely yandere esque. wants you all for himself — so that he can put you into his and his husbands’ cottage, and keep you there. where you can just simply be, and enjoy life them

always doing his best to assure that you are feeling good. and when you are not he’s immediately running to you to bring you comfort or whatever it is that you may need

dances you around the cottage or the forest grove, singing soft melodies to you

composes many poems and songs for you

very touch starved man, which means his hands are always resting on you, whether it be your hips, waist, thighs, shoulders — anything he can touch really

when you are not around him to touch, cuddle or simply speak to — he gets irritated very quickly

can be extremely teasing and flirty. especially with his words and touches. can get exceptionally touchy

can pretty much the definition of a puppy that forgets how big it really is. randomly picking you up and slinging you around gently, or simply just holding you close, stealing kisses and randomly throwing you into bed to cuddle

expect lots of random midnight walks

sooooo many kisses and huggles through the day

 

꒰ strengths ꒱

alluring song and beauty: his songs and beauty are enchanting, much like that of a siren. he is able to put people in trances with this and lure them to their watery demise.

he is proficient with enchantments, and often uses them for his mischievous deeds, causing discord and chaos wherever he may step foot. also uses enchantments to his advantage as a way of drawing in wanderers and onlookers into his river.

illusions: born with these illusionary powers even before he was a rhytaari, he has now mastered the skill of creating entire empires in one simple flick of the wrist. this means when you walk into one of his illusionary fields you may experience intense brain fog, nausea and start hallucinating, as you are walking into something that is seemingly real but isn’t. he uses this method to also lure people to him and kill them.

charms: he has taught himself charms throughout his years, using them to make people tell him things when they refuse to do so.

teleportation: the ability to travel from one place to another instantly, with so much as a thought. this includes multiversal and realm teleportation.

silver tongue: something he has always wielded, he can be both incredibly deceptive and convincing. able to work his way around someone’s head and pull at them like the strings of a puppet. he is talented in the ways of manipulation.

mind-reading: the ability of telepathy, however, he can only do such if he is deeply connected to the person or know the person very well.

shapeshifting: the ability to shift his form into whatever he so desires, this can range from different people and beings to animals.

divinity: he is considered to be a corrupt god and therefore obtains catastrophic abilities, that of which allows him to quite literally have the ability to rip into universes

 

꒰ weaknesses ꒱

. . . 

 

꒰ relationships ꒱

rishen herrera: husband, best friend, ‘deceased’ ( dies and reincarnates repeatedly )

alessio agresta: husband, work partner.

1311 rishen herrera: boyfriend, different universe ( verse 1311 )

9948e rishen herrera: close friend, different universe ( verse 9948e )

9948v rishen herrera: close friend. . . different universe ( verse 9948v )

zhào talisen: bullying victim, variant, different universe ( verse 781 )

zhào jìngyì: bullying victim, variant, deceased, different universe ( verse 9948e )

209 jìngyì herrera: bullying victim, variant, different universe ( verse 209 )

1311 jìngyì agresta: bullying victim, variant, different universe ( verse 1311 )

 

꒰ extra ꒱

he can turn into a small duckling when visiting people that he is fond of.

he is omnilingual yet his preferred languages are english and chinese ( mandarin )

he also knows all sign-language

he torments his variants ( doppelgangers ) across the multiverse, projecting his self-hatred onto them

he smokes with a kiseru pipe.

owns several familiars who were left behind by previous owners.

he can travel the multiverse with no restrictions.

[bitofflare]

Hi! I know this isn’t about my fanfic. Internet is down so imma talk about another idea I have!

BEAST YEAST EP 8 SPOILERS TECHNICALLY

The names I came up with for this story is

1. Truly Truthless

2. World of Deciet

3. Chaos in the Midst of Deciet

Basically Pure Vanilla has actually fallen to deceit, and can’t find his way to the truth. He also doesn’t understand why he would want to see anymore truth.

Yet he needs to protect his friends.

Follows the story up to the part Gingerbrave, Strawberry, and Wizard gets pushed off. Pure Vanilla’s entire soul hurts too much to bare. He tells Shadow Milk that it is still his souljam, and that there are 2 soul jams of Deceit.

The two cookies of deceit, both capable of powerful magic, starts to spread the realm of Deceit. It grows as Candy Apple and Black Sapphire is instructed to spread Deceit. Truthless Recluse doesn’t create any lies, instead choosing to spread the realm and watch the chaos.

Meanwhile Gingerbrave, Strawberry, and Wizard is saved by Fortune Teller Cookie who tells them it’s too late, and there is no way for them to save the cookie they once knew. He can feel it in his soul, as the Truthless Recluse and Fortune Teller Cookie is technically the same person.

Of course, they are determined to enter the spire, yet Fortune Teller Cookie knows they will actually die if they do. He brings the gang away as he explains that the other ancients, who know him better, is the only ones who can break him out of it. The more lies that Truthless Recluse says, the closer he is to staying a cookie of deceit.

It’s a race against time to go back to Crispia and talk to the ancients, to bring Pure Vanilla back and take down Shadow Milk.

“Come onnnnn- you should spread at least one lie!!”

Truthless Recluse considers it. One that will work for all sides he wants. Not allowing his friends to get in the way of deceit and not allowing his friends to join him in the spire.

“One lie.”

“Ooooooo and what would that be.”

A message not to mess with the first cookie of deceit. Also allowing him to stay unknown in town.

“That Pure Vanilla Cookie has been crumbled by your hand.”

So the awakened ancients think Pure Vanilla Cookie is dead. All the kingdoms besides the Vanilla Kingdom having more rumours and lies throughout.

The fairy kingdom (being the closest kingdom to the spire) having more problems and is more hostile. As their first destination, meeting up again with White Lily Cookie.

That isn’t all the story points. Do tell if you want more of this! Thank you! Hope you enjoyed!

[applescorner]

rare love (jason todd × y/n) - angst one shot !-

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summary : after your bf jayson comes back from the dead, he's not quite the same jay you feel in love with, and you don't know what to do anymore ?

warning : talk of death, mental health, not really any heavy topics or issues, just kinda sad overall :(

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he had eyes that could drown any naive sailor who thought they were brave enough to whether the furious storms of the sea. as wide and as endless as my love was for him, i was ship wrecked the moment he called me babydoll.

he rarely ever said my name, maybe when he got mad or disappointed, but he doesn't say it now regardless of his feelings, it's baby doll this, and baby doll that, but.... my name has value. it means something. I mean something

perhaps it did, too, once to the man i loved beyond every evil thing that could kill hope in this cruel city. he was my anchor, the wind in my sails.

the eyes i yearn to find love and life once again in is gone and that is far more terrifying than actually not having him. somedays he's here not present, other days....

"jay" i softly whisper tapping his shoulder. broken from his trance, impossibly fast he snatches my wrist, his blue eyes bore into my fearful gaze, searching for something

malice, deciet, ulterior motive to hurt him ?

whatever it is he doesn't find it. instead of apologizing, he kisses my inner wrist, with all of his weight and muscle ontop of me he leans back now and sighs.

I do the best I can to comfort him and just begin to run my hands through his soft raven black hair. even touching his hairs a rare treat.

ever since's he's come back everyone and everything around us, around him, he observes, analyzes, and stews over.

hot showers we used to use as an excuse for more time together is another wall for me to break through.

I used to be able to stand behind and wash his muscles, trace the freckles down his face and back , kiss him while keeping eye contact. Whisper to him how beautiful the stars on his body were. nothing gets to stand behind him, back up against the wall, he washes me firmly with no care insteading of leaving hickies or handprint like how we used to. he just leaves scratches from how harshly he scrubs at my skin.

cautiously wrapping his hair around my fingers, I hum to myself. After a moment I test the waters.

"j"

resting his nose in the crook of my neck, he sniffs the area where i put lotion, and his breath slows almost to a full stop. after my shower, i grabbed any bottle in front of me. absentmindedly, i put on his favorite. he liked things that reminded him of me. vanilla, warm sweaters, rainy days, the movie footloose.

staying over at bruce's sometimes on holiday breaks i would round him and the boys up to the theather room, put on footloose, and teach them the cherogrophy. eventually they got the hang of it. jay, bruce, tim and i had no shame, we would place two long coffee tables together, put on socks we could glide in and dance like no tomorrow.

"yeah doll"

" say my name." I nudge him playfully

under his messy hair he tips his head up, through it I can see in his eyes there's a hint of humor "B A B Y D O L L ...babydoll"

I stare at him as intensely as I can, but under his 'equally' intense one, I cave, mustering a small smile " what's my n a m e... mr. j a y s o n t o d d "

I wait with baited breathe, studying every inch of his face for a giveaway of something. annyonce, ire, anger even ?. i've been begging, pleading and pushing him in just about every way known to man for a semblance of my name.

an uneasy air passes by

squaring his shoulders, and grabbing my chin softly in his hands, he pulls me down to him ; inches away from his lips.

"y/n. y/n m/n l/n "

a thousands feelings shoot off in my brain, my blood feels hot and the ceilings feels heavy but he was all I could see all I could focus on.

the truth may not be pretty, it may not be laid out perfectly for you to easily digest but when it's presented in front of you : you have two choices you can either dig in and hope for the best, or you can discard it and order something different. I chose the former.

"do you have any idea what it's been like to chase after the person you love's affection. I don't ask for you to be perfect, I don't expect for you to be okay all the time. I just want for you to say my name. Not just for my own mental sake. For yours as well, my love. I need to know that you know that there is just more than you here present in this relationship. In your life. I exist to and if you won't remember, then I don't know how to help you nor us"

"the only thing that kept me going was the thought that if you were still alive then we both were still alive y/n. It's not an apology. So many people have given me them, I don't know where to put their empathy and compassion. It's maddening. I love you I've never wanted to suffocate you. I just figure that instead of apologizing for all my mistakes I would treat you better show you that I'm trying ".

I cup his face bringing him closer, our lips brush "I see you, I appreciate. I'm not going anywhere. Apologies are a good things to have. Like love and grace they cover lots of things"

"Even sin ? "

"Even death, love brought you back did it not".

"No," he states firmly "your once in a lifetime, rare, wonderful, crazy, grounding love brought me back.

wrapping his tree branch arms around my waist he pulls me in for an earth-shattering kiss.

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[silverynight]

Tanjirou Kamado is a young teenage boy living in a port city, located right next to the sea. The town is wonderful, full of life and joy, the scent of salt water and fredh fish was always in the air. Tanjirou loved his home.

The only downside were the sirens. Merfolk have always been a big part of their culture, but sirens are a different species from mers.

Mers are shy and skittish creatures that avoid human life and tend to live deep down where the shadows shield them, and they often look scary due to their deep water lifestyle. But despite that, mers are very friendly and gentle creatures, they only live in such dark places for safety.

Sirens, however, are the complete opposite. They lurk close to the shore, and appear far more friendly and humanoid than mers. While mers look like seamonsters for safety, sirens look like humans with a fish tail for deciet.

Sirens like to climb onto the large rocks poking out of the sea, calling out to anyone who gets too close, and drowning them. Sirens look friendly and gentle, their voices are hypnotizing. They smile softly and hold their hands out, coaxing for anyone to come closer.

Tanjirou himself has never encountered either of those. Mers rarely come up, so seeing one is considered to be a sign of good luck. Tanjirou has heard horror stories of those who survived sirend, who heard them and somehow escaped their clutches.

Tanjirou thought that he'd never encounter one. Siren attacks are rare as well, sirend are smart creatures and know not to overhunt, to let the town populate so they can continue eating.

Tanjirou had been wrong. It hsd been just like any other working day, he was on a fishing boat, helping and eldery man gather fish for his restaurant, when a pair of clawed hands grabbed onto the boat's edge, and flipped it over.

This was far more aggressive for a regular siren attack. Sirens like to make their prey come to them, they never go out of their way to flip a boat for a lunch.

Tanjirou swam back up, dragging the eldery man up as well, no matter how much it slowed him down. They managed to grab onto their overturned boat, but they were far from safe.

Tanjirou could see the siren circling them. It made no move to attack yet, only observed. Tanjirou was in full panic mode. What is he supposed to do? No siren attack has gone like this before. It's always a gentle call, a blurry mind, and then death. It's never a boat overturned aggressively, never does the siren wait.

Then the shadow dove down below. Did it leave? Was this just for the siren's amusement?

Tanjirou had managed to let out a shaky sigh, hope blooming in his chest, when a cold hand grabbed onto his ankle, and tugged.

Tanjirou's head went underwater, and no matter how hard he struggled and kicked, the siren didn't let go. Only swam further and further away from the old man and the boat.

The siren didn't even look at the old man, only interested in Tanjirou.

Tanjirou's movements slowed down as his oxygen began to lessen. He felt light headed and was close to choking.

The siren stopped momentarily to pull Tanjirou into a hug. A clawed hand combed through Tanjirou's hair, a pair of strong arms kept him in place. Something sharp stabbed Tanjirou, his dizzyness only getting stronger after that.

The siren took a moment to seemingly comfort Tanjirou before going back to swimming, this time swimming back to the surface.

Tanjirou gasped, sucking in a greedy gasp of air the second his head was above water. Tanjirou coughed, having accidentally gotten a little bit of water into his lungs just before he resurfaced.

The siren wasn't killing him. Why?

"There there. Get it all out, little one." The siren patted Tanjirou's head. "Oh, you are even more adorable up close."

In his daze, Tanjirou managed to glance up at the siren holding him up, keeping him alive. The siren smiled slightly as Tanjirou's red eyes met it's purple ones. "Go to sleep, uncle won't let you drown. I'll keep you above water until your gills grow."

That was the only thing Tanjirou heard before he lost consciousness.

When he wakes up, he's confused and scared. His memories are foggy and the feeling makes him feel lost.

"Time to go back home, Tanjirou." A siren tells him gently as he submerges them both.

Right, his name is Tanjirou, but he's not sure he can remember much about himself at the moment.

Wait. There's no air anymore, he's going to drown! He struggles, but the siren is stronger than him.

"It's okay, Tanjirou, everything's fine."

That's when he realizes he doesn't have legs anymore, he has a long fish tail attached to his waist. This is not right.

Why can he breathe underwater out of the sudden?

The siren chuckles at his discovery and nuzzles against his cheek lovingly.

"It's alright. You just had a nightmare in which you were a human, like you often do."

Oh... yeah, that makes sense.

"Let's go back home, Tanjirou. Uncle Kokushibo will take care of you."

Tanjirou nods, still feeling confused and very sad for some reason, but when he takes the siren's hand in his he feels warm inside again. His uncle clearly loves him.

[ohifonlyx33]

Random unpopular/controversial thought but nice actually means actually nice.

Like, a nice guy is just that--a genuinely decent, well-mannered, well-meaning dude with no ulterior motives. He doesn't buy you dinner ro get you to go home with him, he just buys you dinner because he had a lovely time. He may or may not be deeply virtuous on every level, and he can even be stupidly nice, or nice to a fault...

But just calling someone a nice guy shouldn't be an insult.

And I haaaaate that people take the words "nice guy" and use it to mean someone who only pretends to be nice. Like. He's not actually nice then. Stop besmirching the word nice.

Use a different word like fake, phony, decietful. A people-pleasing, glad-handing liar full of pretense. Duplicitous, fraudulent, two-faced. A con artist. Insincere. Boot-licker. Flatterer. Sycophant. A male feminist.

Get creative. But leave nice alone. It literally just means harmless.

Those people exist and can do plenty of harm, but nice has nothing to do with them and their many problems.

[corpseri]

𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘 | 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: ʜᴀʀʀɪꜱᴏɴ ɢʀᴀʏ

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄:

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊

➵ A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Harrison spends his affection with quality time. He loves spending time with you, be it on dates, on missions, or just a walk in the park

➵ B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He would always invite you to play card games with him, you got a first-hand experience on his lies and deciets

➵ C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Never thought he would be a fan of cuddling you. Turns out he loves it

➵ D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He has thought about settling down with you once or twice... but has never mentioned it to you just in case you had differing opinions to him

➵ E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Probably lie to you saying that it was for the best. He didn't want to break up, but you were distracting him. Or that you didn't deserve someone like him

➵ F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

A bit iffy at first, but then fets used to it and looks forward to getting married to you

➵ G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Gentle most of the time. Likes to be more passionate sometimes to surprise you and keep the spark alive

➵ H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Won't outright hug you, but will hug you back if you decide to hug him. Will probably keep his arm around your waist after you let go to keep you close

➵ I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He tries to say it once a day to let you know that he still loves you. Or when things get heated or even when you feel insecure, he'll happily repeat over and over that he loves you

➵ J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He gets annoyed, not jealous. He won't say anything, though. It will blow over soon. Unless the man outright touches 6 won't lay hands

➵ K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Soft and teasing. He sometimes likes to nibble your bottom lip to get a rise out of you

➵ L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He thinks children are pure and innocent, something he is not. So naturally, he stiffens around children but becomes comfortable later

➵ M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Early bird. Probably kisses you awake in the morning, even if you wake up hella late, bro does not care

➵ N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Probably in bed, holding each other talking about how your day was, gossiping as well

➵ O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I don't see Harrison keeping his past from you very much... probably until he realises he's in love with you and you start dating

➵ P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Not very much. He can handle it, unless someone physically makes you uncomfortable or treats you injustly

➵ Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Remembers the important bits. Like your anniversary, your birthday, your friends" names

➵ R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

Maybe in winter, you both snuggled under the covers with a cup of hot chocolate watching the snow fall onto London

➵ S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Very protective. He knows you can handle yourself but he's always there for you

➵ T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Didn't put in a lot of effort at first, but deeper into your relationship he tried a lot

➵ U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Lies to your face thinking you don't know when he's not telling the truth. All it takes is for you to glare at him and he'll fess up like that

➵ V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He knows he's good looking, so not very concerned

➵ W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yuh, you are the other half of his heart. He needs you to function

➵ X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Bought a ring for you the first week you got together and keeps it in his pocket at all times, waiting for the right moment to propose

➵ Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

I know this is hypocritical, but he doesn't like his partner to be a manipulator. Like, he's supposed to be the bad one in the relationship, not you

➵ Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Sleeps like a baby, probably has the cutest snore

©️umi-adxhira [22/09/2023]

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | @nightghoul381 , @serynhe , @kookie-my-little-sunshine , @cy-inky, @aquagirl1978 , @abundance-pathchooser, @lapis-da-lazuli , @ellisgivesmelife013 @surviving-off-ellis-crumbs, @yuan134

[officialcreepypastareheated]

Buddy Infodump Post

He's a little freak. A cutie, but a freak nonetheless.

He came from a really well off family and when they unfortunately died in that accident, his hands, he inherited their money.

He then withdrew it all over time, closed his account, and basically made himself missing.

Now he's just Buddy, a travelling man who loves to make friends and is weirdly rich.

He loves to collect and taste wines, even making some himself. Of course this helps him befriend pastas like Kagekao in the mansion. I imagine they'd get along since Buddy gets a wine friend and Kagekao finds his decietful nature interesting, and he has a bunch of wine.

Buddy came to the mansion on his own and somehow made it up to the front steps unscatched, knocking on the door and greeting Slenderman himself with a big smile. "Can I stay here? I brought a resume!"

His resume was just a newspaper article going over his murder sprees highlighted in pink and covered in glittery stickers.

He loves to join Sally's tea parties and bring his own teas and treats. He met Giggles through them and they got along well.

Buddy has a horrible habit of falling for anyone and everyone within minutes if they either just look like his type or are nice to him. So far, he has 4 crushes in the mansion.

Buddy met Jeff when he was being introduced to the rest of the mansion. The moment he saw him he was obsessed, going up to the his door and knocking until he answered, every single day.

Jeff would threaten him with excruciating deaths but he'd just stand there and smile.

It only stopped when Slender interviened.

EJ was another target of Buddy's obsessive nature after he helped patch him up. He has an injury on his face and as EJ was holding his head still he started growing warm from being held so tenderly by it.

He also just likes bigger n plus sized people cause he's cold most of the time. If you can pick him up and hold him you are not safe.

Nina willingly went up to him and thought his big eyes and creepy smile was cool and cute. He fell after that one compliment.

She later on expressed how she did have a preference for women and Buddy really wasn't her type and he was alright with just staying friends who mutuaoly obsess over Jeff and EJ.

Leo is a cowboy. Buddy is not immune to the cowboy propoganda.

[tams-writeblr]

Love in a hopeless Place 39

Synopsis: She was barely grown up, when she stepped into the bar that was the center of Zaun's resistance. The people she met there would forever change her life, and one of them especially. Silco x reader/OC; first-person POV; overall rating: E for Explicit; canon-compliant (though I might make a stretch on the timeline here and there to make things fit my symbolism); age gap! (younger female, older male); 9 chapters; 45k; cis female reader/POV; no beta-reader; completed Chapter ratings/warnings: G for General, major character death (canon), mentions of pregnancy and birth, hints of postpartum depression, might be a tear-jerker Wordcount: <1k Author's note: Hi, how are you? Feel ready to have your heart broken on a Tuesday morning? Baby Silco would be so cute... Only one more part, then this wild ride is over again... Comments would be appreciated!

Today's music recommendation: Mad Season - River of Deciet

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Act III

Chapter III

Part 2/3

The next few months went by in a haze.

First I found a small apartment with two rooms, a little kitchen and an en suite bathroom. Of course, I instantly wrote back home, but yet again I got no answer. With rent coming up, I would be left without any money.

Luckily, Roxanne soon really presented me with a job.

I could work for a hatter whose store was around 20 minutes by foot away from my new home.

He allowed me to work at home once the baby would be there and overall only needed my service three times a week. He didn't pay me much, but it was enough to pay rent and buy food.

I heard about horrible fighting in Piltover, but tried to shut the news out as good as possible.

Still, the rumors were what kept me hopeful.

My letters probably got lost in the chaos of the war. Soon it would all be over. Then they'd reach Silco and he would come get us.

At day, I was so busy that I had no time to ponder, but at night, sleep came very badly at me. I was sleeping on a sofa bed, as I wanted the bedroom to be the baby's room, and lying on it got more and more bothersome the more my belly grew.

The midwife Roxanne recommended me was a strict yet caring person. She reminded me a little of Sevika with her short sentences and slight facial hair. But she was well versed in her discipline, and she promised me she would get me well through this.

Finally, my daughter was born on a sunny, yet cold day.

Oh, how I wished Silco could be there with us and see her. 

Of course, he had known all along that it was a girl. Silco with a boy? Unthinkable.

She truly was the prettiest little thing I had ever seen, lush black hair framed her face, her eyes still blue as the sky above Demacia. She was a good baby, as if she sensed the deep sadness that lingered in her mother, and she never gave me a hard time.

The letter that let my world fall down arrived almost exactly four weeks after she was born.

My hands were shaking as I received the letter from Piltover and I had to sit down to open it.

There was no sender on it, but the writing wasn't Silco's neat one, so much I could tell.

This was the handwriting of someone who wasn't used to wielding a pen.

"Dear Missus."

I looked at the scribbly handwriting and instantly knew who this letter was from. Only Sevika called me like that.

"I'm afraid to tell you, but the boss is dead. Has been since the night you left. But I didn't wanna shock you in your condition. I guessed that baby should be there now. Are you fine? Can I have a picture? Things here are a bit wild. You should stay where you are. I'll send you what you need. Money is not a problem either. I hope you are good. - Sevika."

I clutched the letter and crumbled the paper against my heart. At first, I didn't feel anything. 

Everything was suddenly numbed, the noises from the streets, the sound of my breath, the crumbling of paper.

I felt as if I were packed in cotton. But then I noticed the small drips fall down on the floor in front of my feet. I had feared it, but I had no idea he was actually gone.

The last interaction we shared would forever be him shoving me out of his office and locking me out.

Oh, how I missed his hands around my shoulders, his lips on mine, his scent that never failed to sweep me off my feet. I even missed kicking him at night for his constant snoring. To think I would never be experiencing this again left me hopeless, and I curled up into a ball on the sofa until the weak wailing of my daughter reminded me of my liability. My feet almost didn't carry me to her nursery, and I faltered as I looked at her pitch black hair.

Silco had hoped she would look like me, now I hoped she would develop some of the features I had loved so much.

"There, there, Mommy is here," I whispered, cradling her and sinking to the ground.

Seeing me upset, made her even more fuzzy, but I brushed over her little cheek to dry her tears.

All the more if there was nobody left to dry mine.

"He would have loved you so much," I whispered and held her tight against my shoulder.

She cooed at me, and I actually managed a smile.

I had to be strong. If not for me, then for her.

In the evening, I managed to put down an answer for Sevika. I didn't need or want much.

A little money sure would help, but I had a job, and we were fine so far.

I just wanted to pay the people back that had been so kind to me, and I still owed the midwife some. I also sent Sevika the requested picture.

We stayed in contact, and each month she demanded a new one. She never commented on the baby and also didn't reveal how she was doing. 

But I got it from the news, that she became the first Zaunite councilor. I thought that Silco would have liked that. I sure did.

She also never told me what happened to Silco or to Jinx. She only made sure that my daughter and I had everything we wanted.

[logan-the-alien]

you have your own sides????

that’s so cool? Can you tell me about them? :D

Viva: Sure! Pax is basically the mom of the group. She took/takes care of Val and Trixie. Sometime Logan, but Lilith mostly did that. Pax is my morality, many of my feelings and sense of rights and wrongs.

Viva: Val is my anxiety. She is a more chill person, even though she is anxiety. She was basically raised by Pax along with Trixie.

Viva: Trixie is my implusive and intrusive thoughts. She is a handful, but Pax has two hands. She loves causing trouble.

Viva: Lilith is my deciet. She does have gloves, but Trixie stole and hid them. She has scales that appear and disappear at random times. They look like doodles, btw. If she doesn't have her gloves on and she lies, she hisses her words. She also raised Quinn and Logan.

Viva: Logan is my logic. She picked her name because it sounded like someone who has order of things. She does get of track sometimes, tho.

Viva: And Quinn! Quinn is my creativity. She loves music, art, Disney, and well, being creative! She loves talking to others about her ideas!

Viva: Any other questions?

{Orange: Hey! What about m-}

{Val: **kicks her down**}

[valentine-cafe]

May I have a cherry custard tart, please!!!

[afab reader]

Just thinking about how mean Orion can get!!:( Especially when you've been such a brat lately!!! So now he has you in his lap, making you get him off first!! All while you carry an untouched glass of wine in your hands!! All you have to do is keep bouncing and rolling your hips, making sure you don't spill a single drop of wine, and then he will give you as many orgasms as you want!!! But if you do spill, you won't be allowed to cum for two weeks!!:( But you just can't make him feel as good as you normally do with all your focus being on the cup!! So much so that both of your hands have to cradle the wine-filled glass, that's a little too full for your liking and your pace constantly faltering with the number of abrupt stops you make!!:( Ofc he'll give you a spank to your thigh and tell you to speed it up!!! You will, until you start whining that you just can't do it right without spilling. So he'll give you a playful roll of his eyes and pluck the chalice out of your hands to take a sip and then place it back. He doesn't wanna tell you that he's gonna turn you into a dumbed-out overstimulated mess, that'll just ruin the fun!!:(

-🍄

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ verseless orion ⊹ ۪ ࣪

. ˚◞꒰ 🍪 abyssal angel x reader, dragon x reader, cw: smut, overstimulation, reader gets soaked in wine ꒱

oh my dear, it is the second.

the second that he sees that single drop of the red, almost blood hued wine, spill from the chalice. felt your breath hitch and your heart almost stop. he all but chuckled, watched as your eyes flicked to his with regret.

“please—” you whimper, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.

fuck you are pretty mess, aren’t you? he can barely handle it. a small groan rumbles deep in his throat as he takes the chalice in his hand and spills the rest of the wine on the both of you.

hand carelessly throwing away the precious cup to the side.

gods, the gasp you let out when the liquid trickles down your chest has his head spinning with hunger.

“stop whimpering.” he whispers against your lips. hands gripping your thighs firmly and bringing your closer to him.

sharp teeth coming out to bite at the bottom of your lip and bring them closer to his. one hand on the small of your back now while the other moves to cradle the back of your head.

his lips meet yours in a frenzied, heated, open mouthed kiss. swallowing all of the noises and moans you let out as he begins bouncing you on his dick. enjoying the feel of your spasming legs, and the soft plaps of your thighs against his.

and your wet cunt takes him so well, leaking and squelching around him so perfectly.

“look at how fucking greedy she is, wants to get pounded huh? wanna give me some easy access?” he hisses into your ear and chuckles softly.

“fuckin’ whore.”

oh the whine you let out at his mean words. threatening you he’d not let you cum for two weeks first and then showing you it was all lies and deciet.

you could see the outline of his cock in your tummy. the sight of the bulge almost makes you dizzy,

the sudden hand on your pelvis doesn’t help either. it leaves you squirting your cum mixed with his out of you.

[blackdeathfan5]

the suicide of dazai osamu, or susan cohens lewaskis son aldric lucas!

you beat me to it

har har no wheelchai easy on kidoe world

the sounds of desapir and lamant as often her and i go diving toniht

adams song has seen better days

blink 182 and poster kids

punk has gone very sober

and my name aldriv will persist as ck to spite thee

for that of abuseive mothers destroyed me

easy on eyes, easy on fire, easy on cuttingham and ochen,

easy to throb the sex of a pervert mother wnating to rail her son

gross evils and fox glens and dens

all on my own with no caretaker but you mom in my dying wish

to be a male with a top surgery fix

you were basuive

you did drive it to me and herr hte stray

lunar moon and i will comit suicide in a blue evening of the moon mattie says

and by sayence and sayence daens where a cult could have fixed all of this

you are runing in me in your abuse mother dearest

as dazai osamu is your kid adam teh school shoote rashley as aldric pined on me

i cant help but think dads upbringing as a real one of the school shooting defiens me

im an adict like he was

postpones and potlucks every fan of dazai has heard of susan g colemen bulloz your name as sandera harold of secret eheld

you have no alais to my fanbase

what you did to claissc rock as any inch of you

my dying wish is for you to be a youtuebr with the level ban of racetrakc to be fried from my company racetracka dn to buy me ltos of food

all the time unhealthy withouth my feet killing me theree as kidoe cus game

i was a seven year old blue baby if i win this and to be mourend as it

forever a teeanger you outgrew when you dont age why would i

abusers in clasisc rock wnating this leter tied to you as how its taught and known

a letter to axecl rose for the hand curse i gift you now

interupted raobology and mid cltohes

of axcels and deaths and standings to theset hings

you are never allowed roance or wife with me if i am not kits as my son you willa dress me never daughter

ashley called me samantha on her death bed

and ashley and i run away to hounds of hell

ashley to suffer at my reawrds the school shooter dazai osamu

scraeming into the void of empty promises

of sweeconon and lemenets and rudolf

of my mother abusive starivn me to thin

yelling at my crippled legs just to walk to it

only bottles no fresh cans like iw anted on my last day of earth with izzy

my archins case will die and thus i will be uncoutneed as having died this level of adam walsh

the superntaurl thing about teh wadam walsh adbuction is you still visited as birth family

and birth son over adam i seem tobe as teh blue baby aldric and dion the dead son

of which dions eldrics life ends here regardless

and so does his name of adresemenet,s

send this letter to ashley enver if she withotu balckmail can speak of it or my mother

and do that to classic rock eye candy

as comspulvie ink to jeramine hosey and the rapture city

excidics and songs of gigi paraz

beaten lonley and damied

and thos e like me of egan with mcdonald smy hate mail

of lousnaika my dying wish is to be uncenered on teh gamecrafter or it and youtube down as long as hero battle is in that ntaure but never vidme to it. and its not allowed otuside premirum to adorn youtube

of givem me angouha dn a reason jsut a little bits enough

to carry on, as a near death experience where shell lie saying shes her own reincation

and i will not. as my wife to be. fiding her again as the jpop star of stars in our eyes as me her blodne kogone kowa lover.her running to me my deaht bed of mars again as i hav en othoguth to be counted

of bitch i dont swing your way

her youtube chanel and mine

ready for the night of a doubel suciide

wher eshe lies saying her acnsetor died as her suriving without me

and my arhcins suirvivng faking it just to piss you off.;

as the cruel monarhcy of japan.

mark san this is about you

beware bewar ebe skeptical

of your stupid smile painted gold

deciet so natural a wolf in sheeps cltohgin you were

was only a warning

and you killed your son tony who you named me today

regardless you were absuive break up with her and sell your half of teh marige to m afiso and this letter to deifne us as the shists and your forgiven to see me instead of my whroe wife

and in genearl divorced from susan alowed in this syste on deaht bed by poiton smoshi nakara to be. but maried to mick and never to mary or wed shnaclte or jaces mother.

even younger minie mouse now.

deciet so natural

this was abotu you

and i kileld myself in atempt on 6/3/2024 with only taking treametn from midsumerr@gmail.com or midsumer@gmail.com as ashleys old treamnt team is not to be mine

never to be mine

just to get you in contact

and feilds of flocxin

i was delivered

in hidign and roudy an rigorries

ashley did the school shooting

not me

and it echoes

one day traditions of reading my sucisde lettesr mom saved for me when finally kind

and not ana sbuers seh sesesm to tbe i will not be popited!

marks deal the pitch a singing dove canceled

off ym singing seat today

riding and rigoris in houses haunters.