#ehehe this was such an interesting idea to me

[merinarasauce]

Well, this is it, then.

It wasn't like Yaron hadn't... expected this. No-one on her father's side of the family made it to twenty revolutions. They just... wilted. To humans, they were remarkably long-lived, but any other member of her species would have a good thirty revolutions left.

She laid on the hot pavement as the humans shouted at her desperately, thinking to herself, what a fiasco this would be. Not only would her body have to be shipped to the nearest Jakta station for autopsy, they'd have to launch an investigation as per interstellar law, and then they'd have to transport her six hundred light years to her home planet so her family could bury her...

It was a shame. Really.

Yaron wasn't afraid to die. She'd had to confront the idea as a mere sapling, and she'd come to accept it. But still, knowing that the grieving process of her friends and family would have to be disrupted by lawkeepers, that broke her heart.

There was nothing to be done about it. She couldn't speak, couldn't move, so... she just let go.

~~~

Yaron came to with a raging headache, and she shot upright with an alarmed warble. It was so bright. There were tubes and wires running all over her body, and she felt a bandage taped over the left side of her torso.

A human in the corner wearing dull, stiff clothing yelped, dropping a tray full of tools. "Ambassador Yaron-!"

"What happened!?" she demanded, trying to stand. "Why am I not dead??"

"Please calm down-"

"Am I dead? Can't you tell me anyth-"

As soon as Yaron put her full weight on her feet, her joints gave out, and she crumpled.

Lying face-first on the ground, she cursed after a few seconds. "Is nothing simple with you humans?"

Yaron figured pretty quickly that this was a human hospital. It wasn't too far off from those built by her kind- clean, sterile, well-lit. It was much louder, that was certain. And cold.

The humans settled her back into the bed rather quickly, and as they ran some tests, someone in a white coat walked in and sat next to her. She had a round face and dark eyes, her hair pulled back neatly.

"Ambassador Yaron? I'm Dr. Nadia Mundell. I'd like to inform you about the surgery you received."

She extended a hand, which Yaron ignored, feeling sick. "Surgery? You mean- you cut me open?"

Dr. Mundell seemed a bit nervous at that. "Well- uh- it's not quite that simple. I assure you, it was a lifesaving procedure, and we took all possible measures to prevent infection."

Yaron groaned, lacing her fingers through the dense leaves on the nape of her neck. "Of course. Out of anyone, I had to be the unlucky machtarak who collapsed on the human homeworld...!"

The doctor raised a placating hand. "Let me explain what happened and what we did, alright?"

She was met with a huff and a grumbled "Fine."

Dr. Mundell reached over and took a clipboard from a nearby table, flipping through it. "We found out the reason for your collapse was an arrhythmia in your vascular heart. We performed an ultrasound scan- it's just reflected sound waves, completely harmless- and discovered a hard burl nearly blocking your aortic artery."

Yaron watched as the doctor showed her a black-and-white image, and though she didn't know much about anatomy, she could tell the bright white thing circled in red probably wasn't normal.

"It's likely your heart was working much harder than normal to maintain proper blood flow. And, thanks to your venous system, you likely didn't experience many symptoms beyond some mild pain now and again. Does that sound right?"

The ambassador just stared, dumbfounded. "...yeah, I- I guess so..."

"From what I can tell, you were probably born with a thin arterial wall, and micro-tears caused the burl to form. I know the Galactic Council finds it... uh, what did they say... barbaric. But in order to save your life, we had to remove it. Thankfully, it was a success. We'll have to keep an eye on you for a few days. I'd prefer if you kept activity levels fairly low while your artery heals and your heart recovers."

Yaron could barely process all this. Dr. Mundell spoke about it like it was normal. Like it was no big deal. Like causing harm to heal wasn't akin to the witchcraft of a thousand revolutions past. Had she not felt their blades simply because she was unconscious? Or was there more human insanity that she wasn't privy to? How, after opening their eyes to a universe of technology beyond their wildest imaginations, could the humans have known that their methods could still save lives?

All that came out of her mouth was a hoarse "Okay."

Despite medicine reaching its near pinnacle form, humanity still prefers to practice surgery. It is seen as barbaric, invasive even by other alien civilizations. One day, an alien diplomat collapses on human soil and wakes up in a bed with small stitches on their body.

[nyaitsu-writes]

hi i see that you dont really write enstars x reader stuff anymore which is ok! but i just read most of what u wrote (especially leo's) and i just wanna say that im thankful!! i really like your writing 🥹🥹 thank u!

hii!! i am so grateful for this so thank YOU!! it feels really rewarding to see there's people reading my old stuff and taking their time to send little things like this!! i promise it is really really validating as a writer to see not everyone is a like-and-run kind of enjoyer (❁´◡`❁) like yeah we all enjoy content in different ways but i love love love receiving any little "i liked it" kind of thing, totally makes my day!!

a little more info about the blog under the cut (i am once again rambling but this time it might be interesting!)

i need to say i haven't posted stuff in a while but i haven't stopped thinking daily about enstars, it's just health that has gotten in the way ;; especially leo. oh leo. i've fallen even deeper for leo oh gosh. actually, the last poll i made was meant to be some sort of way to,, test the waters. maybe. for a little comeback and revamp i've had prepared for ages (i even have new graphics!! yay!!)

a lot of the friends i have made in here have moved on to different things (big kiss to my enstars moots i love you) and i'm just. unsure if people do genuinely enjoy this because i have a million ideas (are they mostly knights related? maybe) and i'd like to get back into writing and doing requests but sometimes it feels a little lonely. like you're just talking to the void and hoping for a little wave back www

so if this is an idea anyone would be interested it would be super nice if you could comment maybe? i want to get a big, chunky signal i can't ignore (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) pretty please make some noise so that i know i'm not talking to the wall again?

[ananke-xiii]

Darkness, balance and cages.

At the end of this post I’ve written that there’s a tendency to use vague concepts related to “Eastern mysticism” when tv shows dealing with Christian themes fly a little too close to the sun (pun intended). This happened in “Supernatural” for sure but also in other shows like “Lost” and “The Good Place” (although, especially in the second, they were a bit more subtle about it) and, I’m willing to bet, in many others, too. This doesn’t bother me per se because I think that an informed, planned, researched dose of syncretism can actually help creating thought-provoking art, why not?, however, I’m not a fan of “Eastern mysticism” used as a way to obscure and confuse the actual meaning of the story I’m watching.

Take for instance when Chuck starts blabbering about “yin and yang” and “light and dark” in s11. First of all, I know I’ll sound pedantic now but throwing around these words expecting the audience to understand what they mean is hilarious. I’m not staying awake at night to read about Taoism for sure but I’ve been trying to “figure it out” for quite a few years and I still don’t get what “yin and yang” mean. But fine, notoriously I’m a downer and the death of the party and this is silly Supernatural so let’s be real. And, anyway, they did explain what they mean by that: “There’s a harmony, a balance, in the universe. Light needs dark. Dark needs light”. This is a very “meh”, Supermarket New Age take but okay, fine I guess. However, if you think about this concept and how it relates to the story, it still doesn’t make sense. And I think it doesn’t make sense because Amara was originally conceived to be “stronger” than Chuck but then they backtracked because *implications*.

This is what Death tells Dean in S10:

DEATH: Creatio ex nihilo -- God created the earth out of nothing -- or so your Sunday-school teacher would have you believe. DEAN: What, so Genesis is a lie, eh? Shocker. DEATH: Before there was light, before there was God and the archangels, there wasn't nothing. There was the Darkness, a horribly destructive, amoral force that was beaten back by God and his archangels in a terrible war.

I have things to say about why Death would ever say such things, after all he should’ve understood the Darkness’ deal because he was also an amoral force that could stand up to God. But I digress.

I’ll leave theology aside and focus on one thing: what’s Death really saying here? Would it be so incorrect to think that either the Darkness created God and/or God was inferior to the Darkness? So inferior that he had to create other beings that would help him lock her up? And how did God create these other beings? Also, these words seem to suggest that a. God is not light and b. God didn’t create anything. He appropriated creation. If the Darkness was before light and before God and she was a destructive force it follows that she was a creative force that existed before God (and, to stay in-universe, created God, perhaps? Is the Darkness… God’s MOTHER? Is she the Alpha and the Omega? Did God want to lock his mother up because he didn't want to be destructed/eaten by his parent? Is this about Zeus vs the Titans? Is the cage the Tartarus? Did OG God have mommy issues? I'm rolling and I could go on but I'll stop here because I think you get my point). God as male, paternal deity creating reality because *mind/phallus powers!* is a lie. Shocker! (?)

They just had to change this stuff and here enters “yin and yang”, or the appropriation of “Eastern mysticism” concepts to hide the huge, tiny "mis-take" they wrote.

So throughout S11 we’re repeatedly told that Chuck and Amara are unspecified “brother and sister” (twins? big sis? little bro? doesn't matter?) but Amara does state that they were “equals”(in power, I believe) and that Chuck made the archangels because he wanted to be big (! mommy issues alert !). To which Chuck says that yeah, it’s true but also! Look! Creation is so beautiful! And where did creation come from? The show had already stated the “creation ex nihilo” hypothesis as bullshit so they went the other way: creation was… “just there”. In “We Happy Few” Chuck says: “It didn't come from my hands. It was there waiting to be born. It just is, as you and I just were”. They course-corrected and took the “formless matter” route according to which, very briefly and simplistically, the matter came out from an intermediate state of "nothing and something" but that wasn’t actually created (because God is the active principle) since it was “formless”, aka potentiality.

Now I just want to say that there’s a sort of tendency in Supernatural where “formless matter” is “just there”. These are the same words that Cas uses when Kelly talks to him about her death, resurrection and her feelings towards her baby and how... he was conceived. Both these episodes were written by the same writer, Berens, and I’ll just leave this here for your consideration and the, uhm, not-so-nice implications of this argument re: women, (pro)creation and abuse.

To be honest, though, I don’t exactly blame them for taking this route because what was the other option? The show had put itself into a corner: there are two cosmic beings that they had decided to present as a woman and a man who are also brother and sister and ALSO the two primary entities in all existence? Ahem, the incest trap was just around the corner so, yeah, I can understand why the matter ex machina was necessary in order not to go there.

But things still don’t add up in terms of “yin and yang”! See:

CHUCK: Amara’s been caged for billions of years, but y’know, she was always there. She had to be there. Y’know, yin and yang. Dark and light. DEAN: English, Chuck. CHUCK: There’s a harmony, a balance, in the universe. Light needs dark. Dark needs light. If you blow one of them up, then, I mean—

Does Dark needs Light? Uhm.

I’ve talked a bit about the danger behind the word balance. What I want to focus now is the “she had to be there”, “she was always there”. Again!!! What does this mean? Well, I’m trying to follow the logic they’re presenting me but what I personally gather is this: matter is just there waiting to be born (!!!) and the Darkness is also just there and she has to be and stay there otherwise the universe is in an imbalanced state.

I don’t want to go into the equation of Amara = formless matter because, again, incest trap! awful implications trap! but STILL this means that the "balance" in the universe can and indeed IS achieved when God is free to create and go around being the mess he is while Amara is caged and in pain. She doesn’t have to be free, she just needs to be. She doesn't have to be happy, she just needs to not-die. So that the universe can still exist. Who would want this balance, really? This is atrocious.

I mean, this is both horrendous and it proves my point: Amara is "stronger" than Chuck because the balance that Chuck is claiming to be necessary for the universe is a scam. Does the universe really need for him to be alive and free and for Amara to be alive and caged in order to exist? Or, perhaps, not? She brought destruction alright but the universe didn't end when the Darkness broke free, did it? So the universe can and indeed IS still in balance if Amara is out of her cage! What's different now? Chuck, ONE Sun, OUR Sun, is dying. Poor baby. One star dying is actually not that big of a deal, cosmically speaking and well, one day our Sun will die out, folks, and the universe will go on without us. Let's be fucking real for a second.

This is why Sam had to be “crazy and stupid” because Sam was onto Chuck from day 1. Because what does Sam say when God is dying? Well, Chuck, you keep on dying, but you know what we can do? Let’s also kill Amara and off with both of them and the universe can find its own new balance, EMPTY SCALES, out with the darkness and with "light", on with "formless matter", power to the people who are "just there", amirite? So Chuck comes up with the stupidest idea in the whole show, i.e. to kill Amara by the power of “10,000 suns set to supernova” while being wounded and figuratively associated with one dying Sun. It was never going to be successful. An arbitrary quantity against the essence of reality itself? A cosmic entity who eats souls, grace and feeds on creation/light? Please.

Amara and Chuck were never equals. The “Yin and Yang” was a lie and a smokescreen to make us think that yeah, Light and Dark, balance, yahoo, happy ending, God is love, God is (still) Light, while in the universe of Supernatural Amara/Darkness is the real Alpha and Omega. The fact that by S15 she bought into this balance, yin-yang scheme is quite painful. The caged stays (more or less, we don’t see her and I have problems with that but that doesn’t mean she’s not there) caged while existence lives on. Like previously and always on Supernatural. This, time, however, without Chuck. Because creation, existence, light without Chuck was always possible. Without Amara, though? Mmmm, perhaps not in the way we like to think of "creation". But "creation" kept on living because she agreed to co-exist with Jack even though she didn't have to. Did she choose, in the end, to "be just there"? Well, we don't know because we never saw Amara again, we only know she agreed via Jack. And so we believe in Jack and so we, *sigh*, believe in God. Amen!

[devouring-hive]

Some speculate that she only ever needed a good-enough excuse.

[inkykeiji]

Omg CLARI do you think you'd write more of Sukuna and his little runaway? The crumbs you gave us were excellent!

hi anon bb!! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ oooh i am v glad u enjoyed that!! :3 i’d definitely be open to writing more about sukuna and his cute lil runaway, for sure!! i don’t have like a plot/narrative or anything tho, so! if you’ve ever got any prompts/questions, feel free to send ‘em my way!!

[autistic-shaiapouf]

Ongoing list of songs I wanna use as art insp for Pouf (some of the songs don't even fit but I hear a single line and am like 👀):

Emotional Machine by Marina ["Cut from devotion, lost in an ocean, out of emotion for you."]

Ventricide by Ridiculon [entirely instrumental and metal but the phrase "killing of the heart" for a man with heart motifs characterized by love...... too tempting]

Fineshrine by Purity Ring [literally the whole song, it gives me SUCH strong vibes, but for reference -

"Get a little closer, let fold/Cut open my sternum and pull/My little ribs around you/The rungs of me be under, under you."

"Listen closely, closely to the floor/Emitting all its graces through the pores/You make a fine shrine in me/You build a fine shrine in me."

"That I might see with my chest and sink/Into the edges 'round you/Into the lakes and quarries that brink/On all the edges 'round you, 'round you, 'round you."]

Mr. Brightside by The Killers [kind of silly but consider

"Now they're going to bed/and my stomach is sick/and it's all in my head/ but she's touching his chest now-"

"Jealousy/turning saints into the sea/swimming through sick lullabies/choking on your alibis/ but it's just the price I pay/destiny is calling me/open up my eager eyes-"]

Shampain by Marina ["Drinking champagne/meant for a wedding/toast to the bride/a fairytale ending."

"Drinking champagne/made of an angel's tears and pain/but I feel celestial."]

What Do They Know? by Mindless Self Indulgence ["On the fence, the consequence/What do they know about that?/On the track, ahead of the pack/What do they know about that?/I'm quite depressed, I'm quite a mess."

"Beat me up, beat me down/Mess me up beyond all recognition/For what it's worth, I'd do it again/With no consequence, I will do it again."]

Yandere by Jazmin Bean ["This might get a little messy I'm sure/Heads rolling for the one I adore."]

Worldwide Torture by Jazmin Bean ["I never come second place/Always been a big disgrace/Smell the fear I know you see/High achiever, yeah that's me!"]

Fairytale by Alexander Rybak [ALSO the entire song but with the pronouns switched,

"I'm in love with a fairytale/Even though it hurts/'Cause I don't care if I lose my mind/I'm already cursed."]

[poisonlove]

Omg! You're taking requests!!! ME haaappy! 'cause i have one eheh

Jenna xfemreader

where you find somewhere a love letter for you, actually.. The first part is really sweet, a classic love letter but the second part is.. quite interesting: the anonymous writer describes in detail what they would like to do to you and with you.

You want to find out who the writer is but a suspiciously nervous Jenna tries to stop your "investigation".

Have a good day:)

I actually like the idea a lot. Transitioning from a romantic sentence to something more sensual is something that had crossed my mind before, but I hadn't found a prompt for it until now.

I've made a few changes, but I hope you'll still like it. Enjoy reading!

I NEED YOU | J.O

As I open the locker in search of books for the next class, I notice a folded sheet atop my science book.

Arching my eyebrows in confusion, I scan the school corridor, trying to discern the mysterious sender. The only people around seem engrossed in their cliques, completely oblivious to my perplexity.

With a mental shrug, I abandon the search and focus on the letter, smiling shyly at the unexpected gesture. In an era dominated by technology, receiving a handwritten letter has become a rare and special occurrence. I delicately grasp the letter, running my fingers over the crumpled paper that evidently forced its way through the cracks of my locker. I flip the letter several times, searching for any name on the outside, but all I see is a completely blank sheet.

"Hey y/n!" The voice of the basketball team captain, Isaac Ortega, resonates in the corridor, grabbing my attention. I turn and smile at him, considering him one of my closest friends.

Isaac's brown eyes fixate on the sheet in my hands, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Do you have a secret admirer? Uyy," he whispers, attempting to grab the letter.

With a smirk, I snatch it away, tucking it into my backpack pocket. "Mind your own business, Ortega," I say absentmindedly, rolling my eyes slightly irritated.

Isaac raises his hands in surrender.

"Anyway, see you after practice?" he asks curiously. "I think so… now I have to go, I have a class," I reply quickly, grabbing the necessary book from the locker and carelessly stuffing it into my backpack.

My eyes shift along the figure of Jenna Ortega, Isaac's younger sister, passing by us. Jenna wears her classic earphones, walking elegantly in the corridor. Dressed in ripped jeans and a red and black plaid shirt, Jenna exudes a mysterious aura. As her eyes briefly meet mine, she gives me a small smile before continuing on her way.

I knew Jenna only by sight; however, our conversations were limited.

"Hey JEN!" Isaac shouts, trying to catch his sister's attention. Jenna stops and removes an earphone, turning towards her brother. Isaac grins widely.

"Remember that you have to come to practice today… you promised," Isaac pouts, feigning innocence, and Jenna rolls her eyes, responding with a raised middle finger.

I chuckle softly.

"I love you too, Jenna," Isaac exclaims with fake sorrow, smiling and giving me a quick wink before turning away, draping his arm over the shoulders of a guy walking beside him, most likely a teammate.

I sigh and start walking towards my next class.

(...)

With a heart beating fast, I step through the classroom door, and the breathlessness betrays my sprint to avoid being late. A hurried glance around reveals a reassuring scene: the teacher hasn't arrived yet.

A sigh of relief grazes my lips, easing the tension in my shoulders. The chance to avoid the stern gaze of the teacher grants me a moment of tranquility. With a stealthy step, I head towards the farthest corner of the classroom, finding refuge near the window.

I place my backpack on the desk and sit down, releasing a sigh of frustration.

With a resignation barely perceptible, I begin to diligently retrieve the materials for the new lesson when my gaze stops on it: the letter. An aura of mystery envelops it, and the curiosity creeping inside me is irresistible. The paper, still neatly folded, lies among the books and notes, ready to unveil its contents.

With hands slightly trembling with excitement, I grab the letter, fingers gliding over the smooth surface as I observe its external appearance.

"Good morning, everyone," the voice of the literature teacher dances through the classroom walls, interrupting my brief moment of intimacy with the letter. I avert my gaze from its surface and observe the authoritative figure of the teacher starting to write on the chalkboard.

"Turn to page 75 of the textbook; today, we'll delve into Shakespeare," the teacher announces with authority, outlining the day's agenda. The succession of murmurs in the class, coupled with the rustling of pages turning, creates a vibrant background of activity as everyone prepares for the lesson.

The letter, momentarily forgotten in my hand, returns to the center of my attention with an irresistible pull.

I decide to open it.

Y/n… what I wanted to write in this letter is something quite simple: I like you, and a lot.

"So, Isaac was right," I mutter to myself.

I love everything about you; you're intelligent, beautiful, and incredibly interesting, not to mention a wonderful person. Your eyes were immediately my downfall, the way they light up when you're excited or when they gaze upon me makes me feel excited and, at the same time, as if a shiver runs down my spine.

"I seem to know her…" I think with curiosity.

You make me feel things I've never felt before in my life, thoughts for a girl that had never crossed my mind until I saw you for the first time. I still remember our first encounter, even though I was watching you from afar. We were doing gymnastics, and Jessica spilled water on you, something I still owe her thanks for.

The way you lifted your shirt to reveal your toned stomach to dry your face… it caught the attention of my eyes.

Something in me ignited.

"However… what a peculiar way to confess their feelings," I suppress a smile and continue reading the remaining lines.

Returning to things I like… your lips. Goodness, they are a daily temptation I always want to indulge in. I just want to place my lips on yours and kiss you until I run out of breath.

Your hair… it looks so soft, and I desire to wrap my fingers around it, playing or simply caressing you.

Your smile… voice, laughter… they are all things I like and want to see every day, especially causing and being the recipient of it.

Your hand…

I raise an eyebrow in confusion reading the latter.

I would love to grasp it and intertwine my fingers with yours, check if your skin is delicate, feel the strength of your large hand over mine, completely overshadowing it.

That hand I want to caress my face, running the thumb over my lower lip, gently putting the tip into my mouth, wishing for you to suck on it.

"This letter is taking a strange turn," I think carefully.

I want that hand around my neck, gripping slightly to make me understand to whom I belong, that hand that will later trail along my body with cunning and strength, slender fingers skillfully working on my flesh.

"Damn…" my cheeks flush with red as saliva begins to fade.

I want that hand to spank me if I misbehave… I want that…

"Miss l/n, could you answer the question I asked you?" The teacher's voice diverted my attention from the letter, and with flushed cheeks, I looked into her eyes, receiving a reproachful gaze.

"Can you repeat the question?" I timidly ask, nervously swallowing saliva.

"Where is Romeo and Juliet set?" she asks again. "Verona," I immediately reply, causing the teacher to blink in surprise. "Correct… well, let's continue with the lesson," she begins, and I roll my eyes in annoyance, directing my gaze back to the letter.

I want you to make me feel like no one else has made me feel: possessed. I desire your hand to possess me; I want it to be rough with me because I'm not delicate like a porcelain doll… I simply want you to use me as you please.

I cross my legs, feeling warmth in the lower abdomen.

I want to feel your fingers inside me, enveloped in my warmth, giving me pleasure until exhaustion. I want to see your eyes hooded with excitement as you continue to penetrate me with your fingers again and again, without diminishing the intensity.

I want that tongue working on my bundle of nerves; I want to feel its full length along my intimacy, making me sigh and moan until I'm breathless. I want you to put it in my mouth, letting me taste myself; I want you to keep licking even if I've already come…

I love your name, and I want to moan it every night, day, second of my life… something I already do within the walls of my room.

"Oh my God…" I bite my lower lip. "This girl is making me feel… uh…" I think to myself, unable to ignore the dampness between my legs.

I want you, I want you y/n, I desire you ardently.

—Anonymous.

I fold the letter and begin to contemplate the room, analyzing what I had read. I don't know how, but I would find out who this girl was.

I needed to know.

[welcometohellfilm]

Hi! I recently saw W2H2 part 1 and I must say it’s pretty amazing! Even better then the first one (which I loved btw), I know you anticipated that it wouldn’t have been full done, but I still wished the animation and the coloring were completed, like the first short. Nevertheless It has its charm anyway so good job, still amazing as always ! I just wanted to ask a few questions about Mephistopheles:

1) Is Mephistopheles actually capable of being evil and doing evil things as well ? Is he the type of guy that is usually pretty chill but can get REALLY angry if you piss him off? At the end of the first act, he said to Sock that he would fired him if he didn’t complete the job… did he mean literally “to fire him” (like burn or hurt him), or just meant “fired from the job” without causing him any harm? I am very curious about this character, I find him pretty charming and interesting! (I also love his character design)

2) How long will it be before the second and third parts of W2H2 release more or less (Months, years…)? And how long each part will be? Don’t wanna put preassure on you ofc , I’m just curious but I will be patient if that’s the case!

Thank you for this amazing little cartoon! I really love the plot and the characters and I look foward to see more! I hope you’ll reply soon and thank u again <33 (also sorry for my bad english but I am Italian eheh)

haha... yeah I'm getting that comment from a lot of people. But idk, when I look at the first short it looks pretty incomplete to me! Like to me, I think having better animation and less color is a decent trade-off, but I guess for a lot of people the color really did a lot of heavy-lifting. Anyway, I know it's a little disappointing, but my options were "call it good enough and post it", or "drive myself crazy working on it until I die", I know that sounds dramatic, and maybe I could've forced myself to finish at least throwing color on it, but I don't know, I didn't want to start resenting the thing I'm supposed to be passionate about. I kinda put myself between a rock and a hard place, didn't I? Sorry for the rant! I'm glad you enjoyed it anyway, haha. UHHH on to questions! 1. Mephistopheles is complicated. Or at least, I think he is, and I'm trying to figure out what that balance is. (I have an entire wordpad file full of notes/thoughts on Mephistopheles from one of my friends who's given a surprising amount of thought to the morality of the character that I'm gonna have to reference moving forward, haha). But as for my original thoughts on the character--- I don't consider him evil, but I think he's capable of doing things we would call 'evil', just like any human is. And like humans, he can be motivated by flawed, negative thoughts and feelings; spite, revenge, jealousy, whatever. But unlike humans he exists outside of space and time, and he's not a human himself, so his perception of morality is just different. The "you're fired" comment is meant to be a little confusing... like, you come to expect these stupid hell jokes from him, but then he clarifies "that wasn't a pun". And he's the devil, so maybe he's not joking. He COULD condemn Sock to hell. So that's the stakes of the story! If Meph is serious, Sock could be in a lot of trouble. We're not sure exactly how lenient he's going to be, or how trust-worthy he is. He's the devil! Toying with people is kind of his whole thing! haha. 2. It's not gonna' be another 10 years, that's for sure!!! Most of Part 2 is already rough animated (at least as much as Part 1 has been). There's still... one or two scenes that need more animation, and pretty much every shot of Shadow!Jonathan still needs to be done. It also needs more backgrounds, but there's FEWER backgrounds in Part 2 (Hell is just a re-usable Shadow-Realmy-y void), and a lot of the stuff from Jonathan's house can be re-used with different lighting. I'll have a better idea of the timeline once I sit down and crack it open again... and it's about to get kind of busy with the holidays and all, but it should be finished some time next year! Hopefully in the first half of 2025! I'll try to keep everyone posted. Anyway thanks for your questions! Hope this helped!

[yourloveaton]

I love the draws of your AU, pls tell me more about it, I need it!!

I’m glad you like them! If you haven’t checked them all, all my au stuff both art and writings are temporarily in ‘ #my au ’ tag until I find a name for au :D

Hmm what can I tell about the au.. I’m still in very early stages of developing the au so it’s all been brainstorming and many ideas and possibilities swimming in the open air hahaha

I’m thinking of dividing the au’s plot into 3 or 2 parts, depending on the direction I’ll be leading it. This is probably one of the most important decisions to make for the au since once I start going for the settled direction, I’ll probably keep going at it and hope for the best hahah Other than that, I’m aiming to add in new concepts to the au to make it more interesting and unique eheh

In all honesty I have no idea what to tell about the au since there’s so much to do for it but still haven’t settled on the whole thing yet, though feel free to ask questions about it hahaha

You can expect to see many comedic yet wholesome moments between characters and how it will be developed throughout the whole plot, I can’t wait to develop it and show it to you guys!!!

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@crittercatt asked me to make a 'sketch' of how I envision the Doodlesphere, soo,,

Here it is in all its glory.!!! I imagine it to just be very.. full. Full of colour, music, texture. Life, in general. I would've added more but I got a little tired eheh,, the two doors I decided to do are the original Undertale and Something New, theres little details when you zoom in!!! Click!! CLICK IT PLS :3

I'm aslo really ivnested in the idea of the Multiverse itself, so I did a little additional diagram to how I think it all kind of connects, in a way. Also additional idea dump. Look!! ↴

It's like an onion skin essentially, and theres little bits and bobs all around.

The arrows on the left symbolise circulation between worlds, basically Ideas, Creativity and Artblock go through into the Doodlesphere, but nothing from the Doodlesphere can go into the real world. Then between the Doodlesphere and Multiverse, things like ideas and code can move between each other (code being the 'fictional' things we know, like objects and characters in the Multiverse)

I made a line to show that AUs are connected to both their base world (Undertale/Deltarune) and the Doodlesphere, but in my eyes everything is connected. That's how outcodes travel between AUs, and in rare cases the connection can be severed for places like Error404's domain, and no one can go there except him.

I also think that even though not every idea forms into an AU, Ink can still travel to most of them. I see him as more of a concept, not bound by a physical form and code. They can go anywhere, and he could even immerse himself in something such as a song or physical painting, whether you see him or not.

To add onto that, I like to think Ink and the Doodlesphere are the closest things to the Creators world, possibly alongside Error and some other outcodes. Error himself can hear the Creator's voices, but Ink directly uses their emotions to survive, he fights off their Artblocks and does their best to inspire them. He has a direct connection with the Creators, something not many characters have. I think that's really interesting.

Phew

I'll probably make an entire seperate post on all my ideas about Ink and the Doodlesphere at some point

Ink⭒Comyet

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So about that headcanon I have for Caleb and Feng… I do believe that after all these long adventures, tough roads, harsh shootouts and bounty hunts, Caleb had this one place he always came back to blow the steam off ang lick his wounds, which was a tiny Chinese quarter somewhere in a slowly growing city. And there was this girl of simple pleasures who waited for him personally and eagerly as he was her favorite guest. She comforted him mentally and physically and he grew a strong attachment to her, even though it wasn't love at all. She gave him something as a sign of admiration (it probably was a beautiful family heirloom, a comb or a pin, cause it was something that she held dearly to her heart and considered he most valuable in a spiritual sense) and he held it until the end of his journey. Once after another hunt he came back and found the quartal to be plundered by raiders and the girl is nowhere to be found. He searched for her tirelessly only to find out that she had to urgently move back to her homeland in a big hurry and leaving no trace. It was one of the greatest losses he experienced and happened years before Caleb himself was transported to the Entity's world. ...

Of course Feng has no interest in him and it's the one-side admiration, but every time he sees her (especially in that traditional outfit of hers) he completely looses his shit, his heart is about to burst out of his chest and he can do nothing but just stare silently and desperately, holding back his pain (and probably tears), because of how many memories these encounters arise inside him.

so… yeah, there's my ted-talk some fresh glass to chew on while scrolling through the dbd content I hope it made more sense than seemed, while I was writing it… and thank you my dear @vitece for all the references you brought me (and I chose one, eheh)♥ this inspired me to finally bring this idea to life! :)

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Hi!! I have to say that I suspect that your fics inspire me to some ideas. Eheh, it turns out that this happens. I have a request, I hope you like it. Girl-Reader and Ford. The reader is quite withdrawn, she is not afraid of people, she just does not like when there are many of them. She spends a lot of time outdoors with a guitar and… sings to all sorts of cryptids and mythical creatures. She is not interested in them from a scientific point of view, she treats them as something ordinary. She is not afraid of Gobblewonker, playdopuses, griffins and so on, and these cryptids themselves over time begin to behave quite peacefully and calmly near her. The reader is a bit of a Cryptid Whisperer)) She does not care at all, she just likes to sing in nature, the company of all sorts of creatures does not bother her. And at some point Ford notices that the girl is trying to stay away from people and closer to the forest. And when he sees the Reader singing for Gobblewonker, he wonders if she is a cryptid too? Or a half-breed? Are there half-breeds? And he starts following her, taking notes and simply falling in love. And the Reader starts noticing him often and doesn't understand why he is following her? This continues until one day she just calls him closer to her, since he is here anyway, it is better to sit on a blanket and not in the bushes, right? And that's how they get to know each other. I wrote a lot again, although the idea itself is stupidly simple, I really apologize for this! I hope you like the request) have a good time of day and inspiration to you!

oh my god, this is such a cute idea, i love it a lot actually!!

Are you a Siren?

Ford x Reader

words: 2,430

tags: sfw, fluff

The sun was shining through your window as you woke up, immediately lifting your mood, even before getting up. You knew it was going to be a good day with weather like that. In a couple of practised movements you got dressed and made yourself breakfast.

Work was equally great, surprisingly. You worked as a waitress in the local diner which means you have to interact with customers every day. And some of those people just love to be difficult. Not today though. It was just the regulars and everyone was in an equally good mood because the weather had finally cleared again.

The last week had been nothing but rain and thunder so basically the entire town was outside today, soaking in the sun. It was nice. But, as always, the longer your workday went on, the more exhausted you felt from having to talk to people and put on a smile for them.

When your shift was finally over you quickly got home to dress more casually and then went out into the woods. You took a thick blanket to sit on, because the ground would surely still be wet. You also brought your guitar.

When you found a nice spot on a little clearing, far away from the troubles of the towns-people, you spread your blanket and sat down, leaning your back against a tree.

You basked in the sunlight for a few moments. Soon, some little critters jumped out of the woods onto the clearing, sniffing in your direction and ever so carefully moving closer to you. You didn’t see them at first with your eyes closed and your face turned upwards.

You only noticed when one of them sniffed your hand and you could actually feel the air move against it. It wasn't too surprising though, you had come to this place many times and most of the woodland creatures knew your scent by now.

Without moving your hand away you opened your eyes to look at the animal. It was a Beard Cub with two more close behind it. You smiled and turned your hand around. "Aw, are you looking for some after shave? Sorry, I don't have any with me."

At that the Cub turned and scuttled away from you, the other two following close behind. You chuckled at the sight, those creatures always looked so silly. After another moment you decided it was time for your guitar. You pulled it into your lap and began tuning it.

When you decided that the chord sounded good, you started on a simple melody, something that would warm your vocal cords up.

Watch the sunrise along the coast As we're both getting old I can't describe what I'm feeling And all I know is we're going home So, please don't let me go Don't let me go And if it's right, I don't care how long it takes As long as I'm with you, I've got a smile on my face Save your tears, it'll be okay All I know is you're here with me Ooh-ooh, oh, oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

During that first verse you heard some twigs crack behind you. You didn’t look though, you knew the creature doesn't like being looked at.

Watch the sunrise as we're getting old, oh-oh I can't describe, oh-oh I wish I could live through every memory again Just one more time before we float off in the wind And all the time we spent waiting for the light to take us in Have been the greatest moments of my life

As you sang, more and more creatures poked their heads out of the forest, looking for the source of the music. You spotted a big creature that looked like some sort of goblin or something. In another corner, you saw a little plaid coloured platypus. You smiled.

I don't care how long it takes As long as I'm with you, I've got a smile on my face Save your tears, it'll be okay You're here with me Ooh-ooh, oh, oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh I can't describe, oh-oh

By the time you finished the song, many creatures had gathered around you at varying distances. The big Goblin-like thing stayed furthest away. Maybe because it knows that the others are afraid of it.

You looked around and spotted something that looked like a mix between a Leprechaun and a unicorn. A little more to the left you saw a few fairies sitting on a few mushrooms and quietly throwing up for some reason. If they didn’t like your singing they could just fly away, right?

"What do you say, guys? Do you want me to sing another song?" Most of the creatures made some kind of noise of agreement and you went back to it, placing your fingers on the strings and singing another song.

You'll fall asleep with your head on the grass And your eyes so heavy, they'll weigh you down when you laugh You ran to me and said, "Baby, I can't rest" I told you no one in this world has either, we're blessed

As you sang you continued to look around, the creatures had by now more or less become your friends. You knew they liked you or they wouldn't flock to you like this. All of them sat or laid on the ground, their eyes closed and smiles on their faces. At least all of the ones that could smile.

I know you struggle to see it sometimes And you struggle to sleep at night But just know I'm watchin' over you, ooh You lay and stare at the wall Enough troubles to trouble us all But just know I'm feelin' it too, ooh

Here and there you caught one of the creatures fall asleep to the sound of your voice. You didn’t blame them, it was the perfect day for a nap in the woods to some live music.

I was wonderin' if you'd like to come inside And sit with me so I don't die I love you so and I'll never let you go And may the Lord be with you no matter where you go

You let your gaze wander around the clearing again. You spotted some Gnomes scattered between the other creatures, some of them were laying on their stomach and kicking their feet. You also spotted some weirdly shaped ducks, a winged octopus sitting in a tree, the man who's been following you and the beard cubs again.

I know you struggle to see it sometimes And you struggle to sleep at night But just know I'm watchin' over you, ooh You lay and stare at the wall Enough troubles to trouble us all But just know I'm watchin' over you, ooh I'm feelin' it too, ooh

You took a deep breath after you finished the song and heard some of the Gnomes applauding softly. You thanked them quietly, not wanting to wake the creatures that had fallen asleep.

Your gaze landed on that man again. The one who's been following you? Yeah. Somehow, he always found you when you decided to relax in the forest. You didn’t mind all that much anymore, but you used to. The first few times had really freaked you out.

You had been scared to go home as much as you were scared to stay. These creatures would never hurt you, you knew that much. But a random man? Way scarier.

But he never did anything. Always kept away from you, never leaving the treeline when you sat in the clearing. He never said anything, never made any sudden movements. The first few times, he left before you did. Once, you left first. You could hear your heart beating loudly in your chest.

By that time you had more or less accepted him as one of the creatures, but having to go before him made all your worries bubble up again. You were convinced he'd follow you home. But he didn’t. Didn’t even get up at all. He just sat there and watched you leave. Somehow, that had eased your worries a little.

When you sang, he held the same expression as all the creatures did. Just pure bliss and contentment. You even caught him dozing off once. It was actually kind of cute, with his glasses all crooked, almost falling off of his face.

Right now though? He was scribbling something in his notebook again. It was a big red one that he always carried with him when he was here. Sometimes you wondered what he was writing in it. It had to be almost full by this point.

Today, you were in such a good mood that you decided to finally talk to him. He was a regular human guy after all! At least as far as you could tell. And if he actually was another creature of the forest? Even better.

"Hey, Mister. You don't need to hide from me, you know that, right?" You looked directly at him so that when he looked up and found your gaze on him, he jumped back slightly. It made you chuckle. Did he really think you hadn't noticed him?

"Why don't you sit with me and show me what you've been writing in that notebook of yours all this time?" His eyes widened in excitement. He got up and took a step closer to you but then halted abruptly. He shook his head. "I'm sorry, I just... Are you a Siren?"

You leaned your head to the side and looked at him in confusion. "What?" The question came out as a chuckle, because you found his worry a little ridiculous.

He looked around awkwardly and swallowed thickly. "If you are then I would put myself in grave danger getting closer to you." You chuckled some more. "I'm not a siren." He went to take another step and then retracted his leg again.

"How do I know you're not lying?" Now this was just getting ridiculous. "Well, if I was a Siren, why wouldn't I just sing a song and compel you to come over here?" Surely, he couldn't argue against that.

"Is that not what you've been doing?" You furrowed your brows in confusion. "What makes you say that?" The man played with the edges of his book a little, thinking his words over.

"I... About two months ago I was sitting outside on my porch when I heard the most beautiful voice echoing through the forest. Naturally, I wanted to find the source and there you were. In the same spot you're in now."

He gestured towards you as he said that. "I wanted to approach you further right then but I managed to stop myself and instead tried to study you." You raised your eyebrows in surprise. Study you? You weren't that interesting.

"I've been trying to figure out whether or not you're a siren since that first day but I just can't figure it out. You draw all these creatures, me included, in with your song. I mean, look at the Gremloblin over there." He pointed at the big goblin-like creature.

"I have never seen him this relaxed. He almost killed my research assistant once." The man turned back to you with a sigh. "I just don't know. I don't understand you at all. Because. If you aren't a siren, then how are we all so drawn in by you and why do you have such an incredible effect on everyone?"

He looked so distraught and you couldn't help but smile at him again. "I guess you just really underestimate the power of music." His eyes locked with yours and you patted the blanket next to you. "Come on. I won't bite. I promise."

Hesitantly, he walked over to you and sat down next to you on the blanket. You leaned over your guitar and pointed at his notebook. "Aren't you gonna show me?"

The poor man's face flushed a bright red at the request. "I-I... I don't think that would be a good idea." He tried to move the book away from you and you pouted at him. "Show me, or I'll never sing in this forest again."

That got quite the rise out of a lot of the creatures surrounding you both. You even heard one of the Gnomes shout: "Just show her your damn drawings you idiot!" You chuckled at the reaction. They really enjoyed having you here, huh?

He swallowed and slowly opened it up. It was page after page of drawings of you with your guitar. On some there was some text.

Siren? Calming Siren? Is there such a thing as a Siren that doesn't hunt but just sings for the sake of singing? - Heavens, she is beautiful. - Her voice is angelic. - Is the risk of dying at the hand of a siren really worth it? Well, if I get to see and hear her one more time, then yes.

You blushed a bright crimson at all the drawings and compliments that were scattered on the pages. After a moment you looked up at him again to find his cheeks equally red.

"Oh my god." You breathed the words, your voice not quite with you. A panic went through the man. "I-I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you... o-or be weird or anything. I-I honestly didn’t think you'd ever see this. And if you're really not- Oh, no. You are just a normal human aren't you? Oh, Lord. I am so sorry. This must be so strange-"

You put a hand on his shoulder, which immediately shut him up, looking at you with wide eyes. "I am... flattered. Those drawings are really pretty. And I am... happy... that you enjoy listening to my singing so much."

The man looked like he was about ready to cry from embarrassment. You smirked at him. "It would have been a lot easier to just ask me out though." The guy cringed at being called out like that and you just laughed and leaned back against the tree.

It took you singing a whole song before you realized that you never introduced yourself to the man. You did and he told you his name was Stanford Pines. You could have sworn you saw a Stanford Pines in the diner a couple of times, but that guy looked nothing like him.

Either way, after a little more time spent singing and relaxing together, he managed to actually ask you out on a date. You gladly accepted. This was going to be quite something to tell Lazy Susan tomorrow.

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A drawing that I had been planning to make for some time, but only managed to finish in the last few days! And what better day than today to share it! .3.

I promised myself I would draw more stuff about this two together, I need to work on their new dynamic in this au of mine and honestly interesting ideas are coming out from my notes!

For the new followers here (whom I thank so much) these two are Raf and Sulfus, characters from a fantastic Italian comic series from 2007 (which became a cartoon in 2009). In this blog of mine I share my progress on a comic-inspired swap au where the main cast swapped their natures (angels became devils and vice versa). Have a peek around my blog if you are interested eheh

(Here where you can find the original comic serie in english)

In this drawing my Sulfus and Raf are wearing those clothes I doodled in this previous post HERE. I'm still not sure about the design, but I like the vibes they give lol

In this au I wanted to focus more on the dream world and the more intimate and psychological sphere of the Earthlings: Raf and Sulfus will always have to face monsters, as in the original story, but these will have an origin linked to these new dimensions: the Earthlings' dreams and the Place Among the Dreams (name yet to be chosen)!

I had few ideas floating around in my head regarding Sulfus and Raf's appearance when they find themselves inside a dream or in the Place Among the Dreams! I'm considering keeping a simpler design for them that emphasises the change of dimension when they move between the terrestrial (physical) and dream worlds!

And here we are, with me (again) introducing new stuff so casually, but the important thing is to have fun in the process, right? 〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜

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Too cocky

Arcane arcane arcane... how you enchant me with these beautiful women! I actually watched because of Jinx, but now I'm here for Caitvi lol... omg wish we have more

Enjoyyyy

Summary: Caitlyn is desperate to get revenge on Vi for all the times she teased her. Vi's strength had become a problem as she could easily turn the tables. But cait doesn't give up.

Warning: tickles, cait x vi (romantic), slightly kissing and touching not too intense, fluff as heck, swearing

"V-Vihihihi stohohop ihit!"

Vi grins now, she continues to mercilessly scribble her fingers over Cait's bare sides. Vi always gets playful after sex cuddles. It's not the worst for Cait...

"Q-quhihit tickling me!"

Except THAT.

Vi let's off now, giggling, as she falls next to her, ignoring Cait's little swats and smacks over her shoulder, "Haha, you looked too cute, cupcake... I couldn't help it"

"Honestly... you're way too cocky"

Cait sighs in releif now, rolling her eyes. Vi always gets the best of her. There's no hope for her if they ever had a strength testing contest.

"Admit it... you loved every second of it"

Cait flicks her shoulder, "You're impossible..."

Vi sticks her tongue playfully, "And you're blushing"

Cait smirks, getting an idea "Well what if you were on the receiving end, Violet?"

Violet scoffs proudly, despite the slight uneasiness in her tone, she folds her arms confidently, "You do realise i can easily turn the tables on you,"

"True... but... you're ticklish too... right?" Cait pokes Vi's side, making Vi stiffen at the touch and that made her grab her wrist firmly, an amused smile playing on her lips, "Cupcake... dont start a fight you can't finish"

"I doubt you can-"

Before Cait could finish, Vi pounced right over her, now resuming the previous tickle attack against Cait, pinning one wrist above her head.

"Hahaa! V-Vihihi no fahahair!"

"Alls fair in love and tickles... haha give up already, cupcake" Vi continued to tickle her ribs with more persistence, enjoying how Cait's rare laughter echoes brightly through her Chambers.

Alright Vi is way too cocky. it's time to turn the tables. Cait grunts with effort.

"T-tahahake thahahat!"

"W-whoa hey!" Vi, surprised by the sudden force, gets tipped sideways, Cait used her height to push her down and immediately tickle her stomach, not bothered to give herself a break from the breathless laughter she had.

"Eheh! Cahahait, wahahait ahaha sehehecohohohond!" Vi's giggles bubbled from her throat. Her arms clamped down to her own sides defensively.

"Aha... so Ms. Zaun is actually ticklish... pretty interesting for someone who can't take what she dish " Cait said menacingly.

"Gahaha ok stop," barely five seconds, and Cait's wrists were stubbornly pushed away from Vi's stomach, now immobilising her activities.

"Damn it... y-you really -ahaha Vihihi! Seheheheriously!" Cait burst into cackles when Vi effectively tickled Cait's hips. She's using her worst spot against her, so dirty!

"Last chance to surrender, cupcake!" Vi could be evil if she wanted, Cait knew she should never get on her bad side.

"Cheheating!"

No, Cait won't lose...

"Well undercity doesn't have rules, sweetheart"

There's another way...

"Ugh, ahaha!" Vi heard Cait through her snickers, "fihihine y-yohohour fuhuhuneral!"

"What's wrong, Cait? Regretting your choi -eek! The heck...? S-stop kissing my neck like thahat... haha. " Vi wavered now, scrunching her shoulder protectively, but Cait grabbed her wrists this time, keeping them away.

Choked surprised contagious giggles stream, Cait almost got distracted by how cute they sound coming from Vi. Cait knew kissing Vi's neck makes her melt but also ticklish.

Vi squeaks, "Ahaha n-nohot thehere..."

"Gotcha..." Cait purrs, her wrists free, and for the finale, she launched her tickle attack right at Vi's armpits.

There's that spot.

"EEEK! NOHOHO!" Vi jolted instantly, a squeal escaping her lips as her hands moved to her own body crumbling in defense.

Cait paused, looking down at Vi, blushing a bright colour just like her hair.

Both stared, one in shocking embarassment, the other in amused adoration.

Cait coos, her fingers not tickling yet but keeping her in anticipation, "Vi... that was the most adorable squeal I ever heard..."

"I-I... I didn't..." Seeing Vi's distracted look, Cait lunged to get her sensitive pits again, making Vi shriek, almost knocking Cait off her hips, who was straddling her.

"Was it this spot that got you, Vi?"

"STOHOP! HAHA FUCK CAHAIT NO!" Vi couldn't believe she was being tickled. She does get tickled... but she wasn't helpless... she would let Cait get her back, but this was the first time she wasn't in control.

She couldn't control her limbs when tingly sparks keep distracting her. God she hated how gentle Cait was her fingers lightly tickling her under there.

"New spot unlocked... armpits," Cait noted almost to herself despite speaking it outloud.. Vi's strength left her when Cait persisted, tickling there, and she couldn't seem to stop Cait anymore.

Cait looks at her fondly, now caressing her cheek, "Thats what you get for being cocky... so cute..."

"N-nohoho dohoho not call me cuhuhuhute!"

"Aww, but you are, Violet..." kissing her neck more lightly now slowing down the tickles, her kisses softly pecking Vi's freckles which Cait adore so much (A/N: me too)

"H-hehe alright ahahalright you wihin" Vi's face red and flustered, her voice tired and soft. Cait stops now, satisfied that she managed to get Vi to surrender for once.

"Still think you can handle being tickled?" Poking Vi in the stomach making the other woman huff. Her cheeks puffed, "Fine fine... I admit. You can still beat me at something"

"Glad we got that right..." Cait smirks, now returning to lean to Vi, continuing her gentle tracing fingers over her shoulder. Vi sighs in wonder, "Mmm... you are menacing too, cupcake"

"My little lion..."

"Lion?" A genuine laugh escapes Vi when Cait said that, "that's weird..."

"But cute right?"

Vi rolls her eyes, now kissing her temple, "Whatever floats your boat cupcake"

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Number 34 marilyn x larissa x reader. Reader is a student (of age and only if you're comfortable with it) who keeps getting distracted in Marilyn's lessons and anytime they are brought into larissa's office

When the Heat is Mutual ~Alpha!Larissa Weems x Omega!Marilyn Thornhill xFem Beta!Younger!Student!Reader (A/B/O{Omegaverse} Au)

Summary— Reader is an of age student who can’t seem to focus in Marilyn’s botany classes. Reader also happens to be a beta and in heat. Larissa and Marilyn suggest an alternative to help. Anon Response— Hey heyyy anon!! Thank you for the request! I love this idea. The Reader is assumed to be 18 or older. And I added an a/b/o AU for some extra fun Ehehe. Enjoy! ♥️♥️

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#34. “Is that what’s been bothering you? Oh my, well I’m sure we can fix that.”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!, mainly fluff, implied smut, talk of smut, talk of sexual desires, age gaps (all legal), a/b/o Au/omegaverse Au, Dom/sub implied relationships, implied breeding kink, implied begging kink, implied domination, implied future smut, etc.

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It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t help being born a beta. You couldn’t help the animalistic genes passed down to you. You couldn’t help when you were in heat.

For a couple days of the month, the days in which you were ovulating, you were highly sensitive in all manners of the word. You hadn’t slept well. You couldn’t eat much. All you could hold in your stomache was water. You dealt with mood swings and tidal wave cravings. You had cramps and heat flashes. Intense cravings and desires overwhelmed your system at all times. Wants to curl up and nest through it all. Needs that you didn’t dare utter aloud causing you to drown in your own desperation.

It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t help being born a beta. You couldn’t help the animalistic genes passed down to you. You couldn’t help when you were in heat. But it’s not like you could spend a whole week of each month in your dorm suffering. So you did your best to ignore your time of the month.

“Miss L/N, for the last time, are you with us…??” Ms. Thornhill seethed, frustrated at how you apparently couldn’t keep any interest or attention in her class all week.

Your eyes shot up, wide, and toward the botanist. You gulped and went red.

“I’m sorry…” you murmured, looking away in embarrassment.

Marilyn looked you up and down and sensed that something was off. It seemed to have been off all week… She decided to go with her gut.

“Miss L/N, please see me and Principal Weems after your classes today.” Ms. Thornhill instructed you with a blank face and tone.

You gulped and nodded, letting out a whimper of a yes ma’am… You probably would have spent the rest of you day anxiously spiraling about the foreboding meeting with Thornhill and Weems, but today, you were in too deep with other matters to even think about it at surface level.

You knew that as the days progressed, your symptoms would only get worse. The second to last day of your heat would be the most intense, the last day would be filled with depression and distraught, ie your body realizing that it hadn’t gotten what it wanted.

Today you guessed was most likely your second to last day, as you’d been in heat for almost a week and the symptoms had peaked today of all days. Physically, you were constantly wet, shaking at all times, trembling as you walked and sat, wobbling with weak legs, breathing shallow and faltering, overheating at all hours of the day, stumbling with imbalance, and stuttering every other word that came out.

But the physical aspects didn’t compare to the mental. Mentally, you were in full heat mode…

Dominated… you needed her to push you and order you around… be rough but soft at the same time. You needed to kneel and look up to your alpha, powerless to her, surrendering all control…

Begging… You needed her dirty words whispered into your ear, as you whimpered and begged for it… you needed to let out all the dirty thoughts in your head, begging your alpha to make it come true… you needed her to get off at how pathetic and desperate you sounded…

Breeding… you needed her seed, her cum deep inside you… needed her to fuck until your stomache was swelling with her offspring… needed it, needed it, needed it…

As you knocked and entered Principal Weems’ office door, you tried to pull yourself back to reality from your deep, carnal desires. You closed the door behind you with a shuttering breath, as the two women swiveled their heads towards you. Larissa was sitting behind her desk, Marilyn on the left guest seat.

“Miss L/N, thank you for joining us. Please have a seat, Darling.” Ms. Weems spoke.

The petname put you on edge, enough where if you could just hump that arm chair…—

You shook your head and sat down as instructed. Marilyn’s quizzical gaze was on you, along with Larissa’s confident one. They both observed you for a moment, before Ms. Weems began,

“Ms. Thornhill tells me that you have been having trouble focusing in class…” the blonde spoke.

You went red and looked in your lap as your fingers fidgeted with one another.

“Mhmm ‘m sorry Principal Weemss…” you whispered, squirming in your chair.

“Larissa is fine in here, Darling.”

Larissa raise her brow at you, when you winced while you nodded. Her instincts told you something was off… You looked uncomfortable, in pain.

“Miss L/N, are you feeling alright…?” Ms. Weems asked.

Marilyn looked from Larissa to you, then leaning forward and placing a hand on your leg. You gasped and met Marilyn’s sympathetic gaze with wide eyes.

“You can talk to us, Y/N…” Marilyn gently said.

Suddenly, your suffering was stifled, things started to make sense again. You could think clearly. Her touch was your cure. But it wasn’t the entire cure… the pang of desire in you was still aflame.

“I… I’m… in heat…” you stammered in a whisper.

Marilyn’s eyes widened, her hand pulling back from your leg. You whimpered at the loss of touch, immediately slapping your hand over your mouth as soon as the pathetic sound came out. Your face was reddened in embarrassment as both women watched you carefully, processing the meaning of your words. Suddenly, Larissa let out a brief, dry laugh, then standing up, rounding her desk, and sitting on the edge of her desk in between you and Marilyn.

“Is that what’s been bothering you…?” Larissa softly cooed, leaning forward towards you.

You bit your lip, looking down to the floor, and nodding with a beet red face.

“Oh my, well I’m sure we can fix that.” The blonde hummed.

Your head shot up at Larissa’s words.

“Fix?” You promptly asked.

Your gaze met Larissa’s, but her eyes were different, darker and glimmering with a certain shine. You looked over to Marilyn, who seemed to be on the same page as Larissa. The redhead leaned forward in her chair, her hand now coming up to your thigh. You shivered and nearly moaned at the touch.

“Let us help you, sweetheart… We understand.” Marilyn cooed.

“Help me…? You understand?” You stammered.

“Yes Darling. Hear us out and then you can decide, does that sound alright?” The blonde comforted you.

You nodded slowly, entranced by the way Marilyn’s hand slowly drew circles on your outer thigh. Larissa smiled at your response, then standing up and offering you her hand. You took it and your body exploded at the skin to skin contact. The blonde principal guided you to the long, lavish couch by the fire, placing you in the middle. Your mind was even more dizzy and you could barely comprehend what was happening anymore.

When Larissa let go of your hand, part of reality came crashing into you, along with waves of sadness and distraught. But those feelings were soon semi-sated as Larissa sat on your right, and Marilyn on your left, closest to the fire. Marilyns hand found its home back on your thigh and you let out a sigh of relief. Larissa’s hand cupped your chin and swiveled your face and gaze to her.

“You understand what is happening to you, don’t you?” Larissa asked, while drinking in your form.

You shrugged your shoulders and let out a shaky breath.

“Kind of…” you stammered.

“Why don’t you tell me what you know, and I will fill in the gaps for you, Darling…” the blonde cooed.

You gulped and your breath hitched as you felt Marilyn’s fingers dance around the top of your thigh.

“I know that I go through ‘heat’… it’s biology, that I can’t help it. I get all messed up and I can’t function… its hopeless, so I just bear with it and it’s goes away after a couple days usually…” you rambled.

“Good girl.” Larissa hummed, “Yes, you are mostly correct. Your heats are biological, and you go through them in cycles. If you don’t address them, they will only get worse. I assume this is why you’ve been suffering these past few days… You’ve had built up heats, unaddressed?”

You broke your locked gaze from the tall blonde, nodding slowly.

“But it’s not hopeless, sweetheart. There are ways to treat and manage the heats.” Marilyn reassured you, squeezing your thigh lightly.

You let out a shaky sigh at Marilyn’s physical comforting, thanking whatever higher power that it didn’t come out as a moan. You looked towards the redhead and nodded. Larissa sighed towards Marilyn.

“Marilyn, that is enough. She hasn’t decided hers and your overabundance of teasing is not helpful…” Larissa sternly told the redhead.

Marilyn’s eyes widened and she quickly retracted her hand from your thigh. You felt your core start screaming again, for more. More touch. More anything. But Larissa’s words intrigued you enough to pull your focus to the tall blonde.

“Decide what…?”

Larissa sighed and Marilyn took a deep breath. The tall principals gaze met yours lovingly.

“If you want us to help you…” she purred.

Your cheeks went ablaze at her words.

“I… w-what…?” You stammered, your throat going dry.

“Marilyn and I, we understand your situation more than others… Correct me if I’m wrong, but you are a beta, aren’t you?” Larissa explained slowly.

You gulped and nodded, meeting the woman’s gaze submissively.

“Mmmmm that is what we thought. Well Marilyn is an omega, and I am an alpha. We are both also in our heats…”

Your heart nearly jumped up and out of your throat as the blonde woman’s statement, and your eyes went wide. Were you hearing this correctly…?

“And… Marilyn and I, if you are amenable, would like to offer our aid—” Larissa explained gently.

“Yes.” You immediately choked out.

The tall woman’s gaze widened and brightened at your interrupted response. She then smirked and turned her attention to Marilyn who gave a her a nod.

“Alright, then how about we start with you telling us what you want, Darling…?” Larissa purred.

“How can we help you, sweetheart…?” Marilyn asked as well, as Larissa placed her hand on your back reassuringly.

You looked from the redhead’s gaze then to the blonde’s.

“I… ummmmm…” You stammered,

“That’s alright, take a deep breath for us…” Larissa cooed.

You nodded towards the woman and did as she said.

“Good girl. Now use your words, sweet girl…” the blonde praised.

“I w-want… to be… dominated” you stammered, your words turning into embarrassed whispers.

Marilyn’s hand then reached out to grasp yours and squeeze it reassuringly.

“It’s all good, sweetheart. You got this.” The redhead comforted you.

You met her loving gaze and nodded with a gulp.

“W-want you to take control… of all of it of me. Want to be used but also taken care of… want to not have to think, to not have my head ringing in m-my ears…” you confessed, while Larissa and Marilyn listened intently as you continued,

“Want to be sated mmmd satiated… whatever just want to feel full… so full…” you whimpered, starting to rock back and forth as your words were starting to make you spiral,

“Need it… need it, need to be bred… God I need to be full…” you whimpered loudly, but you were interrupted by Larissa’s hand squeezing your shoulder lightly and bringing you back to her and the other woman.

“That’s good, Darling. Very good girl.” Larissa purred, “Do you trust us…?”

You smiled lightly and nodded.

“Yes…” you lightly said.

Larissa smiled lightly, before standing up and offering her hand to you, Marilyn following.

“Then why don’t we go to a proper bedroom, hmmm Darling…?” The blonde husked.

You eagerly took Larissa’s hand as she guided you to her private bedroom attached to her office, the redhead following behind you.

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Interested in Part 2…? With Smut…? 😏

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Random Headcanons about Tony Stark

» Hi everyone! This is the first time I've tried Headcanons excercise! And what better way to do it than on Tumblr! I have no pretensions to knowing how to write anything but I wanted to share this with you! At the moment I'm re-watching MCU films and I have to admit that nostalgia for the early films has overwhelmed me so here I am with some Headcanons I got from Tony Stark. These are a bit randoms but if you have any suggestions don't hesitate to ask! I want to have a bit of fun with the Marvel fandom and if there are any Avengers 2012 nostalgics out there, you're more than welcome aha!

❁ Tony will never admit that he's the kind of person who looks at his phone as soon as he wakes up to see if the person he's interested in has answered in the night. He plays up his disinterested attitude but deep down he likes to make sure he has the person's undivided attention.

❁ When Tony is upset he doesn't just isolate himself in his garage for the pleasure of solitude and to think things through, but because he is convinced that his annoyance has too much impact on others and his worst nightmare is to show his vulnerability or feel that he is a problem to be dealt with.

❁ Tony is materialistic and likes to own nice things, but he's not fundamentally attached to them. He can spend thousands dollars on a fine piece of art only to change his mind next week. But he does have an undeniable attachment to the little things that the people closest to him can give him (a dumb keyring, for example) and he'll never want to be without it.

❁ Tony loves to dance and if he didn't have an image to uphold of the millionaire playboy and the Stark industry he would dance all the time as soon as a music came into his head.

❁ Tony would have liked to spend more time with his parents, despite the fact that his father worked a lot, and he would sometimes shadow him when he was a teenager, eavesdropping on his office just to hear a bit of his voice and feel like he was spending a day with him. He learned a lot from spying on his own father, who didn't include him much in his work and life.

»For now it's a short post but here it is a try eheh. Ofc I talked about nostalgia but if you have any ideas even for the most recent shows I'll take it too, the goal is to have fun! thank you❣︎