#do i care? nO

[tsuutarr]

Yandere! Elf mage x AFAB! Reader (nsfw)

Content: magic is used to connect your pussy to a pocket pussy.

Reol is the top of his class, the president of the student council, and a magic prodigy with talent that no one has ever seen before. Maybe that's why he's a little detached to most people, preferring to bury his nose in books.

The only person that's been able to break through his shell is you. You're the vice-president of the Solstice Magic Academy, the right-hand helper of the more quiet Reol. He was cordial but frosty when he had first met you, seemingly preferring to keep a distance. Regardless of his demeanor, he's quite competent, so you weren't too pressed.  

You honestly didn't think you could get close to him, but you offered him some snacks one day, and since then, he's been a lot more clingy. The way to someone's heart really is  through their stomach.

Now that you two are… friends, you suppose, you realize that Reol is only quiet about things he doesn't care about. He's always chattering about magic to you. Another thing you realize is that he really is smart. He's practically solved all the magical mysteries of the universe. You wonder how a genius like him would use his brain. You're sure it's for something amazing.

And Reol does use his brain for something amazing. He’s probably the only person who can even think up and use a spell like this – it requires quite a good grasp of spatial magic (one of the hardest magics), after all. So, what exactly is his amazing spell? Well… it's connecting your pussy to his pocket pussy.

All he needed was your DNA (which he had gotten quite easily since he has a rather large collection of your things) and he was good to go.

He activates the spell after finals are over, enchanting his pocket pussy to be connected to yours. He watches as his toy shifts and changes until it's the perfect replica of your lower body. His breath is shaky in his throat as he stares, red-faced, at your pretty body. Oh, if only he could see you in person… but this would be good enough for now. He always liked studying before the exam, after all.

Tentatively, he trails his fingers over the pocket pussy's – your – lower belly, making you flinch a little at the feather light touch. You blink, confused at the sudden sensation, before going back to reading. There's no one else with you in the room, after all. You must have imagined it.

Slowly, Reol continues his exploration. His index finger lightly presses the pocket pussy's clit, making you jolt in surprise. Reol continues to flick and rub your clit, eyes gleaming curiously, as your thighs squeeze together, your hands clutching your desk. Confusion flickers in your eyes as arousal begins to pool in your belly, making you slide down your lower garments, only to see nothing there. Amidst your confusion, a loud moan is dragged from your throat as Reol leans in, his hot tongue flicking your clit as his fingers begin to roam further down, circling your entrance.

He engulfs your clit into his mouth, sucking it eagerly as his fingers prod your hole, before a finger slowly eases itself inside you. You're already so wet that your pussy sucks his finger in eagerly, making him groan. You can’t help but gasp as your thighs clench, your knuckles white from grabbing onto your desk.

Reol imagines how you must sound as he continues to finger you, teasing your clit with his teeth and tongue. Arousal continues to bloom in your belly, your pussy feeling full from absolutely nothing. You can feel something wet on your clit, your pussy beginning to stretch around something, but you can't tell what's going on. All you can do is moan as another finger eases inside of you, spreading you open even wider.

As the sensations become more and more overwhelming, you can't help but your mind from blanking out as you cum, soaking Reol's fingers.

As your tight cunt clenches around his fingers, Reol can feel his cock straining against his pants. He continues to tease you through your orgasm, making you tremble desperately.

Reol only pulls away when your orgasm seems to subside. He looks at his fingers, before licking your cum off, groaning at the taste. You taste delicious, lighting him up with desire. Unable to wait any longer, he pulls down his precum stained pants and boxers, letting them pool around his feet. This gives you enough time to recover from your orgasm, peering down curiously. You swear you felt something, but – but nothing is there. And it can't be a ghost or anything of that sort, surely, since there are warding spells set up all around campus.

You're not given much time to ponder further as something begins to rub between your pussy lips. You groan as Reol's cockhead rubs against your clit as he continues to slide his cock between your folds, gathering your arousal on his cock. 

Once satisfied, Reol pushes his cockhead against your pussy, making you gasp as you're slowly fucked open. You groan as something thick fills you, before pulling out, before thrusting in again, desperate for your warmth.

Reol can't help the moans and gasps he lets out as your heat envelops him. You’re so warm and tight that he can't stop moving his hips. He fucks into the pocket pussy, desperately imagining how cute you must sound right now. The thought makes his hips piston into you faster, his cock hitting all the right places.

You aimlessly feel below you, unable to feel anything despite how your pussy stretches around something thick. You can only moan as Reol fucks into you harder, desperate for his release.

“S–so, so good,” he whines, feeling your pussy tighten around him. His fingers clumsily go to rub your clit as he feels himself nearing his orgasm. Imagining you, all flushed and depraved from his touch, sends him over the edge as he buries himself inside the pocket pussy, filling it with his cum.

The feeling of his finger on your clit as he cums in you is enough to send you over the edge. Your pussy seemingly clamps around nothing, but Reol feels it, his pocket pussy perfectly replicating your movements.

He groans, breathing heavy, before he slips out of you, leaving you feeling empty. Reol watches as his cum slowly seeps out of the pocket pussy. Imagining his cum in you makes his cock twitch.

Meanwhile, you can’t find any traces of cock or cum in you, despite cumming twice. It's a complete mystery to you, making your eyebrows furrow with confusion. You can’t help but wonder, but no answers are coming to you, so you opt to take a shower to clear your mind. With shaky legs, you stand up, though you don't get very far as something prods you again. With a low moan, you fall back into your chair, your pussy stretching wide open once more.

Fuck. You really need answers. But who could possibly know what's going on?

As you're brought to another orgasm, one person comes to mind: 

Reol.

Your breathing is rough as you come down from your high. 

Yeah. He’s the only one smart enough to help you.

[skyyknights]

I’m totally not at all sleep deprived in any way so may I offer you this 2 am thought

[bunnyreaper]

simon riley who is the one who rescues you when you're taken hostage by an enemy pmc, fighting through hell just to get you back.

simon riley who doesn't hesitate to take his mask off so as to not frighten you further. it doesn't matter that you've never seen his face, or that he's breaking down his barriers, all that matters is that you don't shake when you look at him.

simon riley who carries you out of there, safe in the warmth of his arms that hold you like he'll let you go again.

simon riley whose heart breaks because he recognises the haunted look in your beautiful eyes, and he knows he'd do anything to see them sparkle like they used to.

simon riley who slowly acclimates you to being touched again (it totally is just for you, he swears). soft brushes of his pinky against yours, a guiding hand on your back, picking a piece of fluff out of your hair.

simon riley who doesn't ask questions when you find comfort cuddling into his broad chest, because he knows mentioning it would only make you feel bad. he doesn't want to lose the way you only find peace cuddled up next to him.

simon riley who kisses your forehead but only when you're asleep, because he still has secrets to keep. he doesn't think you feel the same way, he just thinks you see a protector.

simon riley who cares even if he doesn't have the right words to tell you.

simon riley who loves you, and spends every day thankful he didnt lose you.

[demonscantgothere]

They had him say her name with the Elvish tongue roll. He said her name with the tongue roll. I . . . yes, this is what dreams are made of.

[crystalliumdaisy]

Postmen Pearl and her two post cats

[roxanneslosteyes]

I thought this might be funny

Heads up! I know it might not be canon, I saw a screenshot of where it said Francis is implied to be Anastacha's dad on the wiki and it could be the dev trolling the fandom (Not the first time I seen indie game devs having fun with the fandom and messing around with their game/games or that screenshot is straight up fake which is sadly is a possibility) since Francis and Anastacha both have tired eyes (Also it might be a reference to "My/your dad left to get the milk" meme and Francis is a literal milkman 😭) due to this, The wiki says it's implied that they are ex-husband and wife the only link to this proof was the screenshot I mentioned about Francis being Anastacha's dad, SO of course, take this information with a grain of salt as I don't know if it is canon or not canon.

But hey, I'm just someone trying to have fun even if it's canon or not

[deedee-sims]

Hello autumn 🐶🍁

[gatoburr0]

What about the other citizens of inkopolis, like the anemones or jellyfish? I'm sorry if you haven't thought about more than just inkfish in your fuzzy au LMAO I just. Really really love this idea and the biological implications...

IKR I also love the biological stuff and it's like the main reason to why I created this thing in the first place... anyway- all fuzzed beings have certain animals dna in theirs like for example Callie has the panther and Marie the wolf, idk thoiught I'd mention it

The jellyfisg... they're kind of like tarantulas but tarantulas aren't mammals so they're not exactly that. They look cute tho I'd hug them-

The anemones- I basically know only a thing or two abt them so I don't really know what to do with them but drawing harmony was fun ngl

some extras:

oh here's spyke too

he's a spotted hyena :3

[dear-ao3]

getting my hair cut. also getting bullied into getting curtain bangs. which inspo pic should i show:

[fragilefangirl]

I do think that Coryo fell in love with Lucy Gray, but i also fully believe that such love would never have been possible had he not be given the near-total control over her fate in the games, and by extension, her fate in the Capitol.

Listen. Here is a boy who has nothing but his last name, posing around pretending like he owned everything while scrambling for a scrap of something. Here is a boy who had to share everything he had ever owned, who was never fully in control of anything except for his words.  Here is a boy, who, due to the lie he's been controlling, can never let anyone in -- not even his pseudo-older sister and not even his most affectionate classmate -- for it poses the risk of being perceived, and potentially punished for his lack of ownership.

And then suddenly this boy -- who's so desperate to own something -- is granted the ownership of another person  a full-pass to control everything about her; her words, her image, her story. And sure, she wasn't his first pick, but the thought of having something gave him a sense of relief and dignity his lies could never give him, and that dignity, that slight restoration of confidence, gave way for that first crack on his chest after being guarded for so long.

And then the person he "owned" showed up, and she was the most interesting person of the pick. She gave the people a show and she made a song on top of it, turning his confidence to pride. I truly believe that had he been assigned to another person, he would not have showed up to the train station, simply due the fact that they were not interesting enough to warrant his  visit -- or his grandma'am's roses. Him showing up to the train wasn't just done in goodwill; it was also a stake of ownership -- it was him, acknowledging to himself that this was something worth owning, and like other things worth owning, it could be taken away from him if he lets his guard slips.

And that becomes the initial foundation to their interaction; the talking, the bringing up food... sure, Lucy Gray was interesting, but he was detached of her charm in those first meeting, seeing her in the lens of how others might measure her and her worth. his main focus was "taking care of her"; making sure his precious thing survived, making sure his ownership of her -- and thus his pride -- will not dissipate.

And then the tributes started plotting to kill him, only to be stopped by Lucy Gray. Sure, for her, he might seem as if he was doing something a kind -- even if useless -- meeting her in this run-down train station, and that perhaps was part of the reason why she defended him, and part of the reason why she stood by him in that Zoo cage. But for Coryo, his visit was calculated, his rose a chip of bargain, his zoo visit a byproduct of refusing to be caught slipping. For him, Lucy Gray stepping up for him was uncalled for, a surprising kindness.

He tried to rationalize it best as he could, but he was stumped. And I think this was when he started to really listen to Lucy Gray, to stop being detached from her. He was his father's son, and he believed in knowing the things he owned in order to properly maintain it. And it was this desire to know that melted his walls, that made him vulnerable, because to understand her fully he opened himself up to be understood, which had never happened before.

I think Coryo did love Lucy Gray, however tainted and terrible that love was. I think it was the first time of him making the effort to perceive someone and be reciprocated back -- fully, thoroughly, and wholeheartedly. It helped (or didn't help?) That Lucy Gray was a poet, that she fed him with pretty words; the only things that -- up until she showed up -- he'd ever truly owned for himself. For him, that connection -- added over the fact that he had "owned her", as everyone else kept saying -- must have felt like a drug. It must have felt intoxicating, to own something so lovely, something that adored him. It must have been a new, exhilarating feeling for Coryo, who never owned anything but worthless scraps and his pretty, pretty words. And yes, that was such a terrible way to put it, but love is many things; it can be terrible too.

I think Coryo loved Lucy Gray, and had they stayed in Capitol, he would have been able to continue to "love her". Billy Taupe was just some name, the Covey some story. What for Lucy Gray was history, was only pretty words for him. For all he chose to believe in, they could be the same pretty words he said; mostly lie, some exaggeration. In the Capitol, she is his, fully. And Coryo can love only what he owns.

But they didn't stay at Capitol, they moved to twelve. Suddenly, all her pretty words were honest and real, something he couldn't ignore, much less control. Suddenly, there was the Covey, and Billy Taupe, and Mayor Lipp, and even if her eyes were for him only he still had to share the rest of her -- her voice, her charm, her poise -- with other people. Twelve highlighted that he'd never truly owned her, we all know that. But here's another thing that twelve highlighted; it was him who chose to be the soldier in a rundown district, him who chose to follow her. If there was any ownership to be had here, it was her that owned him.

And Coryo? He doesn't share, yes, but worse than anything, he despises being owned.

This is where TBOSAS shone its brilliance; president Snow is the way he was not because he is an unfeeling sadist the was Volumnia Gaul is. He was the way he was because of love. Because of the vulnerability that comes with that love, and the refusal to surrender to it. President Snow would not be as ruthless and despicable had he been desensitized, and it was his feelings, his capability to love, that led him to employ some of the most gruesome tactics to win the games.

Here's the heartbreaking thing; once upon a time, Coryo loves Lucy Gray, and that love was true. Here's another heartbreaking thing; that love was built on poison, and its toxic vines ruined him so completely, decimated him so thoroughly, he was reborn anew evil; president Snow would not have happened without Lucy Gray, without Coryo's time in Twelve.

President Snow said, "it's the thing we love most that destroys us," and he said this as a warning to Katniss, yes, but he also said it to Coryo's shadow, standing behind her, who was looking at the back of the Girl on Fire, thinking the wavy black hair and the whispered songs were that of someone else's.

[nanamis-bigtie]

Nanami ordering himself 4 sandwiches (and, apparently, being ready to eat them all in one sitting since he already put them all on the table) makes so irrationally happy.

I like me some men who love to eat and eat a lot.

[neurodivergent-and-mentally-ill]

Tw: Blood, gore, death(?), yandere behavior. Art by: @ironicallyenraptured

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

GN!Reader x Vampire!Neige. For a little extra context, NRC and RSA are normal schools in a "human only" AU. Part one?

White Doves And Red Roses

@herecomesthebloodlover

"It's... a corpse?! The bet was supposed to be about me kissing a frog!" You cried out in shock. "I knew I shouldn't have trusted your dumbasses the second you led me into this creepy ass castle!"

Yes, you came out in the middle of the night to a surprisingly well-kept- and by well-kept, you meant that it wasn't falling apart as if time had stopped -castle with five of your friends for you to kiss the rumored corpse.

"We never said anything about a frog," Epel snickered.

Ace nodded and showed off that shit-eating-grin of his. "I said you had to kiss something cold and that it lived in a misty environment!"

You grimaced. "Yeah, I thought you meant a frog by Glass Lake since it's always foggy in this stupid forest! Ugh, no wonder you shelled out fifty bucks each to make two hundred fifty dollars for this bet. Should've known better."

"INDEED! THIS SHOULD BE A LESSON FOR YOU!" Sebek damn-near burst your eardrums.

Jack nodded in agreement. "You already took the money, so you can't back out now."

You groaned, "ugh, I know... but I'm surprised that you and Sebek agreed to partake. Fifty bucks ain't exactly chump change."

"That was all Juice's work-" Ace started before he was cut off by a certain former delinquent.

"It's Deuce, you asshole!" Deuce grumbled. "Yeah, I managed to convince them to pitch in. Wasn't too hard, to be honest."

You sighed and accepted your corpse-kissing fate. Well, it was probably just a wax doll. A real corpse would have deteriorated a long time ago. The body in the glass and gold bejeweled casket seemed almost alive with how realistic it was.

Short, raven black hair framed the young man's face with deep red lips and porcelain skin, a perfect doll. You swore you could almost hear him breathing when you had Jack and Sebek help you remove the top removed the top, but you heard no heartbeat when you pressed your head against his chest. Shrugging your shoulders, you took a deep breath and pecked-

"Make sure you keep your lips on his for at least three seconds!" Epel shouted as the others hooted and whistled at you.

Sonova- You shuddered and pressed your lips fully on the surprisingly soft lips of the doll.

One. Nothing.

Two. Did the doll's fingers twitch?

Three- Doe-like brown eyes opened.

"Agh!" You backed away with a yelp, clutching your rapidly beating heart. "Holy mother of sweet fuck- what the hell?! How much did those five pay you to lay there for that long?" You laughed and turned around to your friends.

"Uh... w-we didn't pay no one..." Ace stuttered out. Jack and Sebek were already in defensive stances as Epel and Deuce raised their fists.

You scoffed. "Oh, sure. And I broke some curse with true love's first kiss. I'm not falling for it." You shook your head as the man climbed out of the coffin, nearly falling before you helped him stand, offering your arm.

"Thank you, kind human," the man mumbled and swung an arm around your neck to stabilize himself, his head resting on your shoulder.

You frowned, slightly worried. "Hey, you alright? You seem really weak and you're real pale. How long have you been in there?"

"Y/n!" Jack hissed, trying to pull you away.

You swatted his arm. "Jack, this guy's obviously- wait, what did you call me?" You turned to the doll-like man.

"Human. Are you a vampire like myself? That can't be right, since you smell so very sweet right now," Neige explained and sniffed your neck. You flinched back, dropping Neige on the floor with another yelp, hiding behind Jack. You ran, pulling Epel and Deuce along and the others followed.

"W-wait, my love!" Neige cried after you, but there was NO chance of you staying behind with a vampire(?) as you ran out the castle and to Jack's truck as he floored it and sped off into the night. You all didn't speak for nearly an hour before you finally decided to break the silence.

"So... you definitely didn't pay him?"

"NO!" Came the loud replies.

"Ya think we had that kinda cash after spendin' our savings on this bet?!" Epel's natural accent flowed freely with the stress of what just happened hitting him all at once.

You nodded as your purple haired friend made a very good point. Sebek, for once, was quiet before suddenly shouting.

"JACK, THERE'S A-"

And then the truck hit something very large, sending Ace, Deuce, and Epel out the front window as the truck rolled down a steep hill, coming to a stop only when the driver's side hit a large tree. You barely managed to crawl out of the wreckage, vision blurring and the smell of smoke and burning gasoline wafting thick in the air.

Sebek and Jack must've been unconscious, but you could only cry as you were too injured to pull them out of the wreckage. You kept coughing blood and your head was bleeding profusely. A slight figure entered your peripherals before you blacked out.

.

.

.

When you came to, the first thing you noticed was that you were starving. You opened your eyes, wincing when your stomach growled. The door opened suddenly and Neige entered, looking very worried, carrying a tray of what smelled like tomato soup.

"I'm so glad you woke up! It took me a while to regain my strength, so by the time I was able to hunt a few beasts, feed properly, and then go after you to explain myself, you and your comrades had crashed into a large rock. I... wasn't able to save them..." Neige explained as he helped you sit up.

"W-what hap... happened?" You wheezed out, trying and failing miserably to get a proper sentence out, failing to ask what had become of your friends.

Neige blew on a spoonful of tomato soup to cool it down before feeding it to you. "I couldn't save them.. but I wasn't the only one in the area, luckily. Some were-beasts took your white haired friend, a rather strong group of faeries took your greed haired friend, and a pair of yokai took the red haired and blue haired ones. As for the purple haired one, an old... acquaintance took him under his wing."

"A...live?" You asked weakly, clutching at your throat. Neige handed you a honey scented tea and nodded. You cried softly, thankful and scared at the same time.

"That's right. They're alive. As are you, since you are under my care. And alive you shall stay as long as you are with me," Neige cooed and cupped your cheeks. "If it weren't for you, I'd have stayed cursed forever! You must be my true love."

It was a bet. Just a stupid bet. And now you were injured and stuck with a love-sick vampire.

[whereismycomputermouse]

So I found a group of posts involving headlines from articles from The Onion and I knew I just had to do it with the XIII crew

[random-letters-i-just-thought-of]

Jay: *carrying bags in both hands*

Carlos: *reaching out his hand to grab some bags*

Jay: *switching all the bags to one hand and grabs Carlos's in his own*

Carlos: wait no this isn’t what i meant

[aashiqeddiediaz]

something about the diaz home as a symbol of everything sacred to eddie.

something about the diaz home representing eddie's privacy and his life and by extension, christopher's, and that it's a constant, recurring motif of a life that he's built with his son. and it's always interesting to see that his home is always warm (in terms of lighting, color combos, etc etc) and welcoming, which feels so vastly different to the other two homes we've seen for him in eddie begins

something about the way he has to physically open the door to let people in to his life, and how many shots of that we've had of just him opening the damned door since. something about the way he physically lets shannon in in 2x07, or the way he braces himself with chris' encouragement before opening the door to ana in 4x08, or the way he happily lets carla in in 4x13 or the way he softens and smiles when he opens the door to buck in 6x12. it's in the way the only people we've really seen in eddie's home as "not guests" are the ones that he chooses to let in.

in that same vein, we can always tell when there's someone in there that doesn't quite belong. 5x11 is a prime example of this, and not just because of the episode title, "outside looking in." it's evidently obvious that the only reason taylor's in his house is for buck's sake, and maybe that's why we never see eddie actually letting them in. 5x03 is similar to that, in the sense that ana stays for three days with chris at the diaz home, but when eddie comes back, it's a metaphorical and physical mess that he's left standing in the middle of, alone.

and it's very, very interesting that we've never seen his parents in his house. ever. and yes, it could just be the fact that they rarely come to los angeles period, but i just think it's interesting in terms of eddie's journey with them, that the closest we've gotten to them physically being there is that facetime call with his dad, and that phone call with his mom - both of which happen after he goes back to texas in 5x17 where he point-blank tells his dad he's trying to be better for himself, and his dad meets him halfway. it only happens after his relationship with his dad starts improving.

i just constantly think of the diaz home front door, and now that i've thought of it, there's so many other moments that scream at me:

buck unlocking eddie's door in 4x14 and swinging it open to the party, and then later standing in the open doorway almost like he's protecting eddie and the life he's built in this one way because he couldn't protect him in the other way

buck unlocking eddie's door with his own key in 5x13, then bursting through yet another door to get to eddie, just to step in and sit with him in his grief - and how much that scene symbolizes that eddie may have built this life but it was after burying demons that later just crawled up through the cracks of his new home.

buck standing inside the diaz home after eddie gets home from therapy in 5x14 like this is a regular occurrence.

the way eddie's discomfort is visible in that split second scene we get of the police officers storming his home in 2x15

eddie asking shannon to leave through the back door because he may have let her into his life but he's not ready to let her into chris' and thus, he doesn't truly let her into his life - and actually, even the shot of eddie, chris and shannon at the end of that episode takes place outside the diaz home. which is...telling methinks.

eddie opening his door post-date in 4x07 to buck meeting him at it (always meeting him halfway), and just. the domesticity of it, set off by the warm lights, the discussion they have, and the looks on their faces the whole like

eddie opening his door to buck in 6x12, looking apprehensive for a second before he realizes who it is and his smile grows and eyes turn into heart-eyes and buck just pushes past him without waiting for eddie to step aside, only to go and swing his feet up on the coffee table like the diaz home is his, too.

there's so many examples but @sevensoulmates and i put this whole meta together because the symbolism in this tv show is off the charts

[duncan-rohanne]

this is so funny, i gave up on this show because it was giving me brain damage, BUT SOMEHOW i always win anyway 😂