#enjoy the skelly boy

[tiredlilguy]

[Yomi Shi]|My JJK OC

a/n: enjoy my beautiful skelly boy :3 i'll be writing oneshots about him + more posts about his family soon- also apologies if this doesn't make sense; it's just a general markup of Yomi. i currently have no character design so i'd say just use your imagination

also warning for JJK SPOILERS

yomi - “land of the dead”/“underworld”; where dead souls reside in sadness and darkness

shi (written as four) - number associated with death, because it sounds like shi (written as death)

he/they; born male, but to be honest- it’s not like it really matters because he’s decaying anyways (aw… poor guy)

27, was in the same class as Nanami; attended Jujutsu High (has a lineage of sorcerers in his family [they all got techniques that are very… halloweeny], but his technique was so unusual that by the time he reached 15, they sent him off to Jujutsu High; his family does love him tho :3)

inspired by Gashadokuro (the starving skeleton yokai) [Gashadokuro]

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special grade sorcerer; DE is extremely powerful, second to gojo’s

the Shi family is actually a family of sorcerer’s with very… strange techniques that are quite gruesome (I’ll add more explanation in another post soon); so far his close family (mother, father, older brother and younger sister) all have cursed techniques which is very rare; they’re all sorcerer’s though :) they may just be a lil creepy

rich with old money (because they’re a huge family of sorcerer’s, but not one of the three clans); his family home is a very gothic mansion, they also have a big shaggy Komondor dog (this dog is not really that important to Yomi’s lore, but I just want to paint a picture- the dog’s name is Kumo)

he uses a cursed imbued weapon that is in the shape of a cane with a skull on it (a small hand-knife is inside of the cane if pulled out, but Yomi usually doesn’t need to/doesn’t use it) - this is gifted by his family members

Cursed Technique:

Stun (Shi family technique): stuns the victim for a short amount of time (Yomi has been able to hold a victim in a stun for 10 seconds, which is longer than the rest of his family has ever done), Yomi is able to manipulate the victim’s body/use them as a puppet or make them hurt themselves|the only exceptions to Stun are Gojo Satoru and his sister (who has a body manipulation technique)

Resistance (from his curse-imbued bandages): this enhances Yomi’s defense/makes his body somewhat of a protection of steel due to his bandages; this also enhances his body and adding another layer to his normal internal strength (though it does depend on how strong his actual body is); these bandages are very hard to pull off/do not come off unless done by Yomi or if he allows someone else to; if an opposing technique involves touching, Yomi is usually unaffected unless the bandages are ripped off of him

Timer (his actual technique): in order for Yomi to land this onto someone, Yomi must aim/land a hit on the victim in some way; the victim is set a certain amount of seconds (it’s random, but it usually varies depending on strength, age, etc) the average amount being 20 seconds to exhaust their energy; the victim can fight/function/use techniques are normal, but using all of those soon start to become more and more exhausted and demanding more out of the body/the person; as the timer goes down, actions of the victim require even more energy until they use up all of their energy and die/become exorcised

Domain Expansion: SHOWTIME! - a theatre space domain where the victim, other people, and Yomi are dressed in classic formal clothing; victim is dragged from a dressing room and onto a stage by skeleton shikigami that appear passive (these shikigami usually assist Yomi in the domain, they are seen wearing a tuxedo with a bowtie); participants in the audience are skeletons/shaded figures that clap when the victim is hit (Yomi can also drag other people into the domain that aren’t his victims, they usually are seated in the audience) people who are not considered enemies are placed in the balcony in the audience; Yomi is seated at the front and forces the victim to dance to death (victim is forcefully stunted) if victim breaks out of the dance of death, they will be eaten by a large skeleton figure that is behind the curtains (quite literally gashadokuro); however, victim can also play another sequence where they are casted onto a wheel by gashadokuro and are spun to figure out whether their soul gets to be eaten by gashadokuro (quieter death) OR are eaten alive (more brutal); the two games are decided by Yomi and whether or not he chooses to spare them (also when DE is being used, Yomi’s full human face can be seen); Yomi can reside anywhere in the audience that he chooses, but he’s usually seen front and center with his usual formal attire and his cane

burdened by a Heavenly Restriction: basically a human skeleton; is slowly decaying, set to fully die at age 50; the last time he had a fully functioning face was 20 (only his family and classmates from his high school year know what his face used to look like before it became what it is now); it's hard for him to talk at his current age (27), but he will talk when he absolutely needs to

currently at 27 still has flesh in his body that’s slowly tightening around his bones, body is still somewhat in tact and he’s actually quite strong physically wise (partially because of his bandages); has been and is held together by cursed-infused bandages that are actually imbued with a very strong curse by his grandmother

Shoko is currently studying how to heal Yomi… as sometimes when healing minor injuries, his skin comes back temporarily

covered head to toe in said bandages, which makes him appear off-putting because you quite literally cannot see his face or anything (upon first appearance, he looks like a cursed spirit almost, but he has the energy of a jujutsu sorcerer)

wears a black and white suit (white button up, tie, black jacket suit over the shoulders, black slacks, leather gloves and black combat boots)

when he joined Jujutsu High… here are the following reactions:

Gojo: thought he wasn’t real, tries to take off his head bandages (Geto stopped him)

Geto: curious about Yomi’s cursed technique (at the time Yomi appeared physically weak, aka… not rly the fit for a special grade sorcerer), but also thought that Yomi was really handsome

Shoko: thought Yomi was actively dying low-key (technically he was…); avoided smoking in front of him

Nanami: indifferent, the first person to treat Yomi like a mutual human being (Yomi has had a crush ever since)

Haibara: WOAH SKELETON DUDE

Him, Gojo, and Geto are a weird trio… are usually NEVER put together, and it happened a couple times because they wanted Yomi to come along/followed Yomi on a mission out of curiosity to watch him use his technique

enjoys black and white clothing (though, it’s not like he can see anymore), sweets (habit he picked up from SatoSugu), jewelry specifically rings (likes the noises it makes when it rattles, makes contact with a hard surface), frogs (they remind him of Nanami for some reason), miso soup (because most of what he eats is liquid based-)

not a teacher, but is often at Jujutsu High/lives nearby because he can’t really walk outside into society on a normal basis due to getting weird stares and once a guy tried to rip off his bandages

will only go out in public if it’s a drastic measure (aka… Shibuya); if he’s in front of citizen’s he’ll usually wear a mask and cap to disguise himself, as well as clothes that cover his whole body and figure

originally had no clue how to answer “Why are you at Jujutsu High?” Other than “It’s the only thing I can do until I decay and die.”; until he heard Nanami striving to use sorcery to protect people, which naturally Yomi wanted to do the same (because Yomi’s a SIMP)

will on occasion sub for Gojo, very well liked by all of them (Megumi likes him)

Him and Inumaki get along very well (the whole no talking thing); the 2nd years respect him well, the 1st years think he’s interesting, the Kyoto students are afraid of him except for Miwa (because Miwa actually sparked conversation with him); Sukuna thinks that he should just decay already (what a dick)

is very good with the students, but usually doesn’t talk/or say much unless he needs to

Yomi is very kind-hearted; will give a student a candy if he senses/notices them frown; very empathetic with other’s feelings and can understand Gojo’s loneliness very well (doesn’t really view Gojo as the strongest or anyone really… he’s neutral and thinks the ranking system and the higher ups are stupid cough like Nanami cough)

sweet and quiet kind of person, but he himself is not very emotional…? In-tune with his feelings, however, but due to energy balance, he doesn’t like to waste energy on overly expressing emotions unless he absolutely needs to (aka extreme anger, grieving… being a simp for Nanami)

can overthink though; often knows people’s first thoughts on him and tends to expect that reaction on the spot (is shocked when he doesn’t receive that from other people)

Didn’t blame Nanami for leaving because he was very close with Haibara (Itadori makes Yomi feel very protective for that reason)

was very happy to hear from Gojo that Nanami was coming back (Gojo teased the shit out of him)

Him and Gojo become close after Geto defecting

Hates his birthday, or when times passes in general (he doesn’t like thinking about when Geto left/other events that happened); likes to live in the present and not think about the past or the future (because he’ll inevitably die)

Yomi values his friendships/relationships very much; it’s the entire reason why he wants to keep living life to the fullest

Has scary dog privilege though- very intimidating on the battlefield so much so that even grade 1 curses cower in fear

He likes Halloween :3 the one day he can just be himself out in public (likes to go to arcades with Gojo if he’s free or will just go by himself) (this definitely doesn't go wrong at all)

wants to confess his feelings to Nanami (which may be mutual owo) after Shibuya

aren't i such a nice creator? (im sorry atlas and yomi- i love you both very much but the angst is fun)

[starsofang]

Headbanger

Pairing: John Price x F!Reader Summary: John loves his goth girlfriend. TW: NSFW, MDNI, oral sex, dirty talk, p in v sex, this is honestly freaky nasty Collab with @141wh0re!! <3 Here’s her link! A/N: collab with the lovely skelly, who loves the idea of john with a goth girlfriend just as much as me that we decided to collab on it and write about it :p i do plan on writing another version of this with a dom goth girlfriend bc that idea has me going insane, but for now, i hope you enjoy this because it's a doozy. title inspired by babymetal bc i love them

You threw John into a complete whirlwind when you first came into his life. It was totally unexpected, meeting you, but what was more unexpected was how attracted he was from the very beginning. You were like nothing he’d ever seen before, painted in heavy-set makeup with thickly layered eyeliner, fluttering lashes, and that black lipstick that had him holding on to the last bit of his sanity.

Now, whenever he’d seen pretty women like you who had a love for unique clothing and makeup, always adorned in various accessories and clothing that would cause heads to turn, he often brushed it to the back of his mind because really, what would a boring, old military man like him be doing with lovely goddesses like those?

The two of you clicked though, the dynamic quickly blossoming into a relationship that had John feeling alive again. Sure, he wasn’t an old man (as much as his task force loved to label him as one), but you had a youthful spirit that seemed to smooth out the stress lines on his face from years of grueling battles and hard-earned wins. It was like you were reminding him of how to live life again, rather than let it smother him until he couldn’t breathe.

You were also teaching him that he still had it in him to pop a boner every time he was remotely in your vicinity.

You were cooking up a meal in the kitchen? Hard.

You were lounging on the couch with your feet propped up in his lap? Hard.

You were sitting in front of the mirror, humming along to a song playing from your phone while you did your makeup? Painfully fucking hard.

It was the most mundane things you did that had him nearly pouncing on you like a dog in heat, but who could blame him, really? Besides, it’s not like you minded. You were just as bad as him.

Oftentimes, you’d wear something that you knew would get him riled up. You found that his particular favorite was when you’d strap on a tight corset around your waist, especially the ones that had dainty chains hanging loosely from it. Or, when you’d wear a choker, the thick leather strapped to your neck like a dog collar. John was barely able to restrain himself when you did yourself up like that.

Just like today, you could already see him out of the corner of your eye, silently watching you with tense fists resting in his lap while you finished up in the mirror. His eyes never left you, tracing over the sight of your steady hands carving out the shape of your lips with black lipstick, nor did they leave you when you stood up to enter the closet, tugging out a few clothing options to garner his opinion.

Holding up one of the dresses in your hold to show it off to him, you pretended to ignore the way his expression darkened into something more hungry.

“You think this one will look alright for tonight?” you asked, raising your eyebrows in question as you gauged his response.

John decided it was time for you to meet his boys as he called them, the ones who kept him upright when he’d leave for an extended period of time on a mission, and you wanted to look your best. After all, impressions mattered, even more so when your style didn’t necessarily appeal to all societal standards – though, John wanted you to go as you are, unashamed of the way he could flaunt his goth-loving girlfriend like a trophy on a shelf.

John’s eyes fluttered over to the dress you held up before flicking back to you. “Mm. I like that one.”

You hummed in response, feigning ignorance to the way his voice seemed a bit more sultry, more strangled. He watched as you flipped up another dress option, silently asking for a second opinion, and the way his eyes narrowed didn’t go unnoticed. Of course, the second dress was one of his favorites, with the way it hugged your body while simultaneously cascading a nice flow of fabric that made you look even more entrancing to him. Like a goddess on Earth, and him a mere mortal who was starstruck.

“Playin’ a dangerous game here, love,” he gritted out, and you grinned at him, cocking your head.

“Your opinions are important to me, John.”

John released a breath, glancing back over to the dress, silently thinking. “That one,” he announced, jabbing his head in the direction of the second option. “So long as I can take it off of you by the end of the night.”

You raised an eyebrow at his implications, stalking over to where he sat on the bed to place the mesh of fabric down beside him. “Well, that’s always in the cards,” you mused. “Or you could be a doll and help me put it on for now.”

John groaned low under his breath, leaning back on his hands as they pressed into the soft foam of the mattress. He stared up at you with a look of adoration mixed with starved famish, and it sent heat waves through your entire body. He looked at you like you were his favorite meal while also as if you were the heavens above.

“What’s the use in puttin’ it on when I prefer you with it off?” he grumbled, hands coming up to grab hold of your hips now that you stood in front of him. He gently tugged you forward, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck, fingers carding through his hair.

“Because your boys are expecting us. Your plans, by the way,” you teased, your long fingernails gently scratching at the back of his head, eliciting a low moan under his breath.

“M’sure they won’t mind waitin’ a bit,” he grumbled. You snickered in amusement, lightly gripping his hair to tilt his head back, peering down at him with a spark of interest. He smiled up at you, hands slipping off of your hips to instead wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you to sit on his lap. “Too pretty of a woman to not want to ruin anyway.”

“I just did my makeup,” you protest, only for him to grin wider.

“That’s the whole point, sweetheart.” John leaned his head into your neck, tickling you with his beard and tracing his lips over your soft skin, pressing longing kisses along the column. You breathed out through your nose at the sensation. “Fuckin’ love the way you do it. Seeing you get all dolled up, god, makes me want to devour you. Such a pretty girl, you are.”

You let out a low hum, eyes fluttering shut as you tilted your head to grant him more access to your neck. His lips trailed along the snug leather that was seated along your neck, his hand coming up to tuck two fingers underneath it and pull you impossibly closer to him.

Chokers were one of his favorites specifically because of its uses. He’d play a game of tug of war with himself, taking advantage of the smooth collar to guide you in ways he wanted you. More importantly, he loved having it live up to the name in effortlessly choking you on occasion.

“Don’t know what a geezer like me did to settle with a woman like you,” he murmured against your skin before promptly pulling back to gaze up at you, eyes heavy with lustful desire.

John’s words sent warmth right down to your core, his praise turning you into an easy puddle of mush. You couldn’t help but shift on his lap in uncontained eagerness, lips parting as you stared at him. His eyes flickered down before leaning forward to take your bottom lip between both of his, giving a teasing suck before pulling back with a grin.

“Goin’ to let me take you, sweetheart?” His voice was hushed and alluring, breath fanning over your face. “Hm? Ruin that pretty makeup of yours just how you always like it?”

Your breath hitched and you were unable to pry your eyes away from his. His gaze was like a scorching burn that singed every inch of your skin.

“I’ll have to redo it if you do that,” you weakly argued, but he could see right through you.

“Never cared about it before,” he retorted right back, and you silently cursed him. John knew just how to rile you up and make you pliant, and unfortunately for you, it was working once again.

As if to persuade you further, he returned to his previous torment on your neck, dipping down to place them along the skin of your chest that peeked out beneath your sleep shirt you had yet to change out of. After all, it wasn’t like he had allowed you the chance to dress properly – yet.

John’s hands trailed up your sides and to your breasts, lightly groping them through the fabric of your shirt. You were a goner just from that, and there was no possible way you were going to deny his request, even if it meant being late to meeting his task force.

A protesting whine was on the tip of your tongue when he let go of them, sliding his hands back down your bottom and instead resting back on your hips, index fingers slipping underneath the hem of your shirt. His fingertips brushed along your skin, sending a shiver down your spine and an ache to form between your legs.

“Maybe just a quick one won’t hurt,” you reasoned, resulting in a hearty chuckle from him.

“Just a quick one,” he agreed before finally grasping the hem of your shirt and lifting it over your head. With your tits now free, he wasted no time in returning to circling his palms around the fat of them, head dipping down to take one of your nipples in between his lips. Upon contact, he let out a satisfied groan, sending muted vibrations through your body and causing you to whimper softly.

One of your hands tangled itself back into his hair, eagerly pressing him further into your breast, holding him there. He continued to suck greedily, occasionally taking you in between his teeth to lightly bite down, sending flutters in your stomach.

With one of his large hands keeping your breast firmly in place so he could continue his attack with his mouth, the other brushed down your nude sides, calloused fingers rough against the smoothness of your skin. They continued downward until reaching the waistline of your pants, some cute pajamas he’d given you a while back adorned with skulls (because they reminded him of you, of course).

He teased you, barely slipping his fingertips beneath the elastic band.

“John,” you whined. He pulled off of your breast with a small pop, giving you a smug look. “You said it would be a quick one.”

“Did I say that?” he hummed, pressing sloppy kisses along your chest, purposefully avoiding your perk nipples. “Sorry, sweetheart. Tend to lose a bit of my memory when I catch a glimpse of you.”

You snorted at his obvious teasing, opening your mouth to retort before you were promptly cut off by his fingers finally sliding into your waistband, eager to cup your cunt and slip up along your slit. A surprised gasp escaped you, and he grinned against your skin.

“Mm,” he groaned quietly, fingers delving underneath your panties so he could get a feel of the wetness coating them. “Don’t know how you expect me to be quick when you’re this fuckin’ wet. Makes me want to take my time with you.”

His middle finger felt through the warm slick before fixating on your clit, giving it an experimental roll. It caused your mouth to drop open, eyes fluttering. Instant heat flooded from your cunt, pulsating you with an aching burn. His ring finger joined his middle, circling your clit with a skilled routine.

“M’sure you want me to take my time, too, don’t you, sweetheart?” he asked mockingly. You gazed at him through hooded eyelids before nodding dumbly, already tipsy off of his mere touch. “Thought so.”

His pace on your clit was steady and slow. Agonizing, unfulfilling, just enough to keep you on the edge of a crumbling cliff, but not enough to have you free falling. He loved working you into a messy turmoil, slowly breaking you until you were pleading for more. Ruining you.

All thoughts of having to get proper for meeting the boys were thrown out of the window the moment he swirled your clit in delicious ways, having you squirming for more in his lap, attempting to grind down on his hand. The whole time, he wore a devilish grin, taking in the way your mouth filtered out pleased sighs and gasps, the black lipstick staining your lips only adding fuel to the fire.

He wanted to see it smeared and messy, glossed over with your spit, wanted to see it smothering his body. It was an ache he needed to relieve.

“Y’know what I really want, sweetheart?” John asked, and you hummed in acknowledgement. “To see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

You moaned breathlessly, your hips lazily grinding down on his fingers as they tormented your clit. “It’s gonna stain.”

“Good.”

Much to your dismay, he removed his fingers from your pants, giving your hip a soft pat before you found yourself kneeling in front of him, his thighs spread, cock uncomfortably tight in his trousers. He leaned back, resting on his hands, staring down at your position with red hot desire. There was no mistaking his arousal from how he looked at you like you were his holy grail. He’d get on his own knees and pray to you if he could.

You eagerly fumbled with the buckle of his belt, working nimble fingers on his button and zipper. He watched with intensity, eyes focused on the black color that coated your nails with red and white designs as decoration. They were ones he paid for you to get done himself, with the exception of his initial painted on one of your fingers.

Your eyes shifted up to look at him while he lifted his hips so you could tug his pants down enough to tug him out of his boxers, and he nearly finished at the sight of you, long, fake eyelashes fluttering up at him. You were like an enticing siren, luring him into deep pools of black, dragging him down the bottomless pit. He’d happily let you, too.

John’s hand reached out to cup the back of your head, gently guiding you forward. You took in the sight of his cock, hard and thick, the tip flushed an angry red with a bead of precum pebbling at the slit. It was a mouthwatering sight.

You instinctively parted your lips to dart your tongue out, taking in the bitter sweetness of his preseed, enticing a groan from him. His fingers tightened in your hair, keeping you in a firm grip. It encouraged you to take him fully in your mouth, suckling lightly on the tip.

Allowing saliva to pool in your mouth for an easier glide, you slipped further down his cock, taking him halfway before pulling back up and releasing him. The tint of his skin was faintly colored by the lipstick you wore, but you knew John wanted more, wanted to see himself completely ruined by it.

John’s eyes fluttered down to take a look at his cock, his hand remaining in your hair. He let out a hum of approval. “Go on. Make a mess of my cock, hm?”

The tone of his voice was pure sin, sending a shiver down your spine. You wrapped your hand fully around his cock, keeping him steady to feed him back into your mouth. The taste of him burst on your tastebuds, and you found yourself seeking more of it, the mix of musk and soap from the shower he’d taken not too long ago.

Dipping your head deeper, you took as much as him as you could in your mouth before setting an easy pace. You let the hand in your hair tug you up and down, making sure to relax your throat when his hips began to shallowly buck into the sensation of your warmth.

“Fuck, look at you,” he cooed, voice raspy and heavenly. “Such a pretty girl, takin’ it so well.”

You hummed around him, and the feeling made him groan, head falling back.

The more you went down on him, the more drool pooled around your lips, dribbling down your chin. It was a messy work of art, your lipstick smudging around his cock as well as the corners of your mouth, just like he wanted. It coated him with smeared black, leaving streaks behind with every bob of your head.

His groans and grunts filled your ears like sweet melodies, becoming more strangled and raspy ghe more he succumbed to your notions. Eager to hear more, you slid further down until your nose tickled along the pubes that lined his pelvis, throat relaxing around him enough to allow him the intrusion.

“Fuck,” he moaned, gripping your hair tighter and pressing you into him impossibly closer, bucking up into you and causing you to gag. His eyes found yours from where you were swallowed around his dick, darkened with heated want. “That’s it. Take all of it.”

You were eager to please, so you continued, pulling back to suckle the tip just to fall back down to the base. His hips began thrusting up to match your pace, fucking your face while maintaining gentleness as not to hurt you (though, you wouldn’t mind that either, nor would it be the first time he did it).

You could tell from the way his thighs tensed and flexed, and the way his hand tangled your hair in a vice, that he was beginning to unravel. Heat pooled into his abdomen, his cock twitching in your mouth.

Your eyes locked with his, eyelashes fanning up prettily. Your lipstick was ruined, plastering all around his dick like a drunken painting, stalking a claim on him.

John let out a shuddered groan, hips bucking up one last time before his cum spilled down your throat, forcing you to swallow it down. It was a bitter taste that you couldn’t get enough of, greedily taking it for yourself.

You only pulled away when it became too stimulating for him, his hand guiding you off and loosening its grasp. You waited patiently for him to catch his breath, planting a sloppy kiss on his muscled thigh, tattooing a lipstick mark on it to match his cock.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he gasped out, staring down at you with a dazed smile. His hand reached out to brush his thumb along your glossy bottom lip, smudging a bit of the lipstick further, or at least what remained of it. “C’mon, it’s your turn, yeah? God, just want to ruin you.”

You sucked in a sharp breath when he helped you stand from your knees and to your feet, only to press you right down on the mattress, bent over with your ass perked up for him.

His fingers slipped under the waistline of your pants and shimmied you out of them, leaving you bare and exposed. The sight of you caused him to sigh blissfully, a large hand groping one of your asscheeks and spreading you apart to see the glistening wetness waiting for him.

“Fuckin’ wet, aren’t you, doll? Bet you don’t even need any prep, think you can take me now?”

You whined pathetically, arching a bit more for him to admire the display, head resting comfortably on your crossed arms. You gave him a lazy nod in response, wiggling a bit more.

The pads of his fingers slid through your slick, spreading it along your puffy lips, creating an even bigger mess than before.

They didn’t linger for long before you felt the head of his cock slip through, lubing himself up with your own wetness, occasionally catching on to your clit and causing you to gasp and squirm. A firm hand smacked across your ass, drawing a whimper from you.

“Sit still. Got to make it quick, remember, sweetheart?”

You couldn’t care less about being late to meeting his force. Now that you were desperate to feel the fullness of him inside your weeping walls, it was the last thing on your mind.

Finally, the head of his cock pressed past your first ring of muscle, making your mouth drop open and the breath to get caught in your throat. He pressed more and more, filling you up until it was nearly too much, his hips rested against your ass.

“Fuck, there we go. Such a pretty thing,” he cooed, pulling his hips back just to press back into you with a shallow thrust. It was too much, while not enough. “Sorry ‘bout the makeup, sweetheart.”

You opened your mouth to reply before the words were forced back in when he snapped his hips at a more brutal pace, leaving you speechless and cockdrunk.

John took no mercy on you, meaning it when he said he’d make it quick. He fucked into you with a grueling burn of desire, jolting your body with every thrust, surging you further up the bed. When he felt you slipping away from you, he dipped two fingers under the choker around your neck from behind, tugging you back and holding you up for him to use freely, the leather digging into your throat deliciously.

You released whiny, strangled moans, filling the room with intoxicating noise that filtered through his ears and lit up a fire in his body. Tears began to form along your lash line, dripping down your cheeks and streaking your makeup in a messy trail of black eyeliner and mascara.

You looked absolutely wrecked.

“Good fuckin’ girl, look at you,” he praised, keeping his fingers around your choker but leaning over your backside so he could get a view of your face, grinning devilishly at the sight. “Beautiful.”

“John,” you gasped out, voice broken and shaky, resulting in a smug snicker on his end.

“Yeah, sweetheart? Like bein’ ruined by me, hm?”

You nodded dumbly, mind completely blank of anything other than his cock as it plunged in and out, knocking the wind out of you.

He chuckled again, tightening his grip on the choker and forcing you to arch impossibly more, slapping his hips into the plush of your ass and feeding into the red hot need you’re seeking.

The muscles in your stomach tightened, threatening to snap at any moment. It felt good, so good it had you moaning out his name without so much of a care at how loud you were being.

It only egged him on, releasing his own raspy moans and grunts. Sweat beaded his eyebrow, dripping down the side of his face as he focused on giving you all of him and more.

Simmering heat built into a bushfire, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to last long. You were teetering on the edge, and as if he knew it, he picked up the pace, causing you to clench around him, sucking him in with a tight grip.

“Yeah, just like that, sweetheart,” he groaned, smoothing his hand that wasn’t gripping your choker up your back and worming its way to your front, plucking one of your nipples between his fingertips. It sent a jolt through you, even more so when that same hand dipped down to circle your clit with his cock rutting into you.

Your orgasm hit you like a truck, mouth dropping open in a silent scream, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your cunt squeezed around him, his hips stuttering and pace becoming sloppy at the sensation, before a long moan left his lips. Warmth flooded inside of your cunt, painting your walls white and leaving you full.

Heavy breaths left both of you, gasping for air. John slowly pulled out of you, brushing his thumb against your cunt and marveling at the white cum that threatened to seep out.

“Think we’ll still be late?” he asked cheekily, and you let out a breathy laugh, reaching an arm back to gently push him away.

You were, in fact, late. Having to redo your makeup and throw together an outfit, decorating your look with your normal display of jewelry and accessories, you ended up at the bar roughly twenty minutes after the original meeting time.

John tugged you inside, seemingly unbothered by your shared carelessness, introducing you to his boys with a proud smile. He didn’t hesitate to drag you along to the bar for some drinks after a brief conversation, hand resting on your lower back in a show of possession.

“Didn’t know Cap was into goth chicks,” Gaz muttered in disbelief, eyes staring the two of you down and taking in your unique clothing and otherworldly makeup choice.

“Shit, I might have to hop on the fuckin’ train,” Soap murmured in awe, earning a sharp kick to his shin from Ghost beneath the table.

[stellocchia]

I'm thinking about my boys a normal amount as usual, so here's a list of things Killer would be naturally inclined to do if Nightmare didn't put a stop to them early on (and why he stopped him):

Licking people the ways cats do to groom one another. I talked about it before, but I think Killer picked up most of his body language from his pets since they were the only ones he could safely study for prolonged stretches of times. (Nightmare didn't fancy getting licked)

Biting. Killer just looks like he would bite people. As a warning, as a show of affection, as a challenge, or even just because he's bored, he bites. (Nightmare didn't fancy getting bit)

Purring as a show of affection and contentment. He picked this habit up from his cats as well, but I like to think it's actually rather common among skeleton monsters. (Nightmare didn't fancy the positive connotations of it. He much prefers seeing Killer's bones rattle in fear)

Licking the samples he gets from the battlefield. He's a curious boy and the low-key cannibalism is justified if it's for science! (Nightmare was kinda intrigued at first, but then Killer expressed an interest in tasting his dust too and he was a coward about it)

Dying frequently. He has LOAD, SAVE, and RESET powers, that man does not fear death. Add that to the fact that he was conditioned to have no self-preservation and to enjoy pain and yeah, that's a recipe for disaster. (Nightmare doesn't really fancy looking for a new henchman every time the RESETs stop worrying. That's such tedious work. Keeping Killer alive is marginally easier)

Escaping with Color. I think this one becomes funnier the more new iterations of Killer come into the picture. There is not one version of this guy that will not fall for the pretty skelly with colorful fire and pronouns. Be that platonically, romantically, or in a secret third way, codependence. (It goes without saying that putting a stop to that is a work in progress and that Nightmare will never consider working on himself to make it worth it for Killer to stay as an alternative method. He is a pathetic man and he will forever be)

[pokegalla]

Bestie- I need this ok?!

Bad sanses with an S/O that absolutely DEVOURS energy drinks, like, 3+ a day- and they are still tired-

(I just described me fr-)

Ok gotchu✨

Sorry about late response! I thought I had finished your request…..

Then I look at drafts 🙃

I hope you enjoy!!!

The Bad Sanses (+ Cross) with an tired S/o who always drinks energy drinks!

Dust:

* How are you alive man? Like not radioactive and shit-? That is a LOT of energy drinks. And you can’t fool this guy. He’s very observant so he’ll immediately notice that you still get tired.

* He honestly might just teach you the bad causes of drinking too many. Nah really he will sit you down with all the research he did to explain everything. (Quite endearing really. He really wants to make sure you’re ok❤️)

* Now he’s not gonna force you to stop. It’s really up to you in the end. But he will still be making sure you are ok. And he suggests healthier options too! See? Now you can enjoy what you love but in a much healthier way!

* He’s not very talkative but the way he shows how much he cares for you is very sweet. Don’t worry your skellie too much! He’s quite the Worrywart!

Horror:

* Boyo is always trying to take a sip from your can. He’s just curious on why you love it so much. So much that he is literally giving you puppy eyes so that you’ll give him a sip (which I know you succumbed to the cuteness-). He found it pretty cool!

* And yet…..you still cannot get away with saying “Oh I’m not tired! Just waiting for it to kick in! 👀💦” yeah sweetie Horror is also very observant. He’ll make you get sleep. And you can ONLY get an energy drink if you get proper sleep in!

* He knows you love the drinks but he’d rather you get proper sleep first! Then you can have any you like! Why drink to get energy when you can just sleep Y’know? That’s what he thinks anyway. But he wants you happy too so you always wake up with an energy drink ready for you! ☺️

* He just wants you to be happy and healthy!

Killer:

* Bruh. You know DAMN well he’s probably the one supplying you the damn drinks- if you thought you was bad? Think again- he literally has an unlimited supply in god knows where in that room of his…..

* Let’s be honest: He drinks WITH you. Both of you happily drinking together on the couch watching anime or playing games. But he’ll drop a few hints about “Heh might wanna slow down…”

* Now just because he kind of (is) a bad influence, doesn’t mean he won’t keep an eye on you. If he sees how it affects you, he’ll try to moderate how much to give you. Because he may be a lil shit….but he cares about you a lot.

* You can always be guaranteed to have fun with this guy but also taken care of no matter what!

Error:

* Glitchy boi would be a straight up dick talking about you have an addiction meanwhile he’s on his 15th chocolate bar himself- I’m pretty sure he steals your drinks too-

* And you can bet he’s taking those drinks away if you’re overdoing it. He’ll have multiple excuses for keeping it from you…..but really he just wuvs you and doesn’t want you feeling all sluggish because he worries for you 🥺. Will he admit that? HA! No-

* Though he will easily give in with a little….convincing. Puppy eyes and promising more chocolates? He’ll eventually give in. But he also makes you promise to at least take it easy with the drinks.

* Grumpy hobo man may be a lil sassy but he means well!

Nightmare:

* He’s probably the only one who doesn’t see why the hell you like these drinks. It tastes like battery acid…..(says the guy drinking black coffee-). He didn’t really care at first but the MOMENT he sees how groggy you get? Oh you fucked up-

* He’s immediately hiding your stash and you WILL be scolded if you ask about it. And he’s dragging your ass to bed to make sure you get proper sleep. Right after he makes sure you are properly hydrated first.

* I can imagine even as his S/o, these moments can be quite unexpected but he was like…..mother henning you. And the way he stays by your side to make sure you’re ok makes your heart melt❤️

* Even the king of negativity can have a sweet side!

Cross (Lil bonus boi✨):

* Well he does like a few energy drinks himself especially for a game night or during morning training. He can drink as much as you without really realizing it then feels guilty about it but laughs it off.

* But it’s definitely a different story when he notices how sleepy you still are especially after the amount you drank. He gets a little concerned and asks if you’re okay. When he learns the energy drinks don’t work on you, he thought of a few ideas…..

* He looked for alternatives that could help you wake up much better. Like working out with him and eating a few healthier meals! But you both do have days to splurge on your favorite drink. It’s only fair!

* He didn’t want you to miss out on what you loved! So he helped you find a balance! He just loves you so!❤️

[toffeebrew]

tell me your Ink headcanons NOW 😼😼😼

You're... giving me permission.... to share my ink headcanons.

well get ready

Talked about this one already but I'll share it again: I think Broomie is semi sentient. I like to think at first Ink didn't know that though, but still talked to broomie anyway. So, regardless of this fact Ink probably would've talked to broomie.

He's good at encouraging people but not comforting people. If that makes sense? (projection much pfttt)

If you ran your hand over the "tattoo" marks it have a slight divot in it. Like a crack in a road. Probably because... in my hc they're literally semi healed cracks.

They're is talented in many types of art not just one. Hes talented in singing, dancing, fashion design, mechanics, and architecture! Really the only one he struggles with is well... cooking. Do NOT let that man in a kitchen (I mean he's immortal why would he not learn multiple artistic skills?)

Y'know how canon!swap climbs on people because hes insecure about his height? I think Ink does the same thing.

(More yappening under the cut)

Deep down he feels like something is missing... what he doesn't know is he's missing his home, his AU. Sometimes hes goes on a search universe to universe in search of "something important he can't remember" but can never find it. Until he gets bored, forgets what he's doing or gets preoccupied with something else.

He likes switching up his looks so he may give himself a tail or paws or claws with his brush. Maybe he even changes the color of his limbs sometimes (that's more a crack hc though). He gives themself a new outfit at any chance he can get. (Edit: I actually imagine one of the reasons he would get excited for multiverseal events is mainly because he gets to show off a new outfit for that event. He goes ALL out)

Due to his dulled sense of pain often he isn't aware he's injured unless it's pretty severe. So he may just go about their day with injuries they don't know about. Typically Dream or Swap have to be like "dude you have a crack in your skull."

After that one comic with Swap and Ink, Swap bandaged up his skull despite Ink insisting he didn't need it. Mainly because Swap didn't know Ink could heal themself and just thought Ink was being humble. Everytime he went to go take it off, Swap would freak about it hasn't had enough time to heal. Until Ink did a more through "I have a brush bro chill" (not ink accurate dialogue).

He's super flexible!! like contortionist level of flexibility.

Oddly specific but I think they're the type to consume all sorts of fan content and enjoy it. Completely ooc and fanon stuff too. He would be the type to read a fic and go "I would NOT say that" with a giggle and write a heartfelt comment anyway.

If you know homestuck... Nepeta has a shipping wall. I think Ink would have something similar (projection?? blasphemy!). Maybe in his sketchbook or smth. I mean do you see how he reacts around his dads smh 😔😮‍💨. He doesn't take it all that seriously though... LMAO. But I feel like he would be like "🏳️‍🌈?" y'know? Is this making any sense? I hope LMAOOO

Ink knows being called "child" annoys Dream so when Dream's like "I'm not a child I'm 500 years old" he just uses different synonyms of kid " heya youngster" " hi boy" stuff like that to annoy him. Just to mess with him.

He loves "aggressive affection." Like he bites people. He also likes to be bitten (not in a sus way but like in a cat like way). He loves bear hugs. Stuff like that.

He loves being drawn on, like literally. He loves the sensation of art supplies on his bones. Particularly the texture of paint and pencil are the ones he enjoys the most. He draws designs and stuff on his bones sometimes.

He has that cartoon ability to walk on walls or the ceiling and completely defy gravity. How? Cartoon skelly powers ig.

[one-piece-aus]

Unbottle Your Emotions

Eustass Kid x Reader (Part 6)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Taglist: @lingxio @h0n3y-l3m0n05 @tremendoushorsepatrolgoth @lil-skelly-bones (ask or comment if you want to be added)

Ahoy! This has been a fun chapter to write! A few important characters are introduced in this chapter and emotions are building up in [Y/n]. For a little context, Koby is living in the Monkey household because I said so :3

Enjoy ^-^

"He's going to kill me, Hawkins."

You worried as you strolled through the halls with your fellow loner. The poor textbooks were suffocating from your tight grip.

"Who is going to kill you?" Hawkins inquired for clarification.

"Eustass." You eye the hallway for any of Kid's crew. Only when you noted no signs did you turn your back as you reached your locker and opened it.

"Don't you think you're being overdramatic, [Y/n]?" It's rare for Hawkins to brush off your worry, but it only happens if he already read the cards.

"No, I'm not. I might know how to avoid ticking him off with words but actions are an unpredictable minefield, and I might have set one off." You stressed taking your backpack out of your locker and shoving your books inside.

"Why don't you just ask-?"

"I can't ask him!" Your words straining through your teeth, looking at Hawkins as if he suggested you should spoil the ending to a popular franchise to a bunch of die hard fans. "Because if he wasn't mad before then he will be since I planted that idea in his head. I'll be dead either way."

"I was going to suggest asking his friends..."

"Oh..." You turn back to your locker and grab your binders to put them in your backpack. "I don't know about that either..."

"My club starts in 5 minutes, I believe Heat and Wire will be there, if you'd like, I could inquire for you," Hawkins offered.

"Really?"

"But you're coming over tonight to practice your math."

"What? Nooooooo, come on. Can't it be for lunch tomorrow?" You pouted.

"It can't be helped, remember? Your family only allows you to go out if it's for homework."

Your face grims. "That's right." 

Thing is, it's more complicated than that.

"I'll let you know when I'm home, try to remain calm until then." Hawkins rested a hand on your shoulder.

"I'll try."

With that Hawkins takes his leave.

A sigh escapes as you finish packing your bag, mind filled with dread. Closing your locker door, you turn to head off when you see Law two lockers over, closing his locker. He notices you and smirks.

Fuck. Your cheeks start burning as you know exactly why he has the smug look. Bastard won't let you live down your embarrassment from two years ago. You face your locker, ignoring him. He seems to get the message and walks away. Once you're sure he's gone, you hit your head against the locker. Sadly it does nothing to shoo the memory of what happened in gym class. Great now your face is heating up more. Why did that have to be the reason he knows you exist?

"Stupid dodgeball!" You kick the locker next to yours. "Stupid teammates!" Another kick. You're at least grateful no one else witnessed it since it only happened early game, and Trafalgar hasn't bothered spreading rumours about it, not that it'd do any good in school since no one knows who the invisible kid is. However, you had a feeling, he would use it as blackmail over you if he knew how.

Gripping the straps of your backpack, you exit the hallway. Most students have disappeared to their clubs or already left the building, you take extra precautions sneaking around now that you have no cover. Your hand finally reaches the exit doors, opens it and you step outside.

"Hi [L/n]."

"AHH!" You jump out of your skin, startling the boy who greeted you. Your eyes flicker to him, calming down. "Oh, it's just you Koby."

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." He bashfully scratches the back of his neck.

"Just don't do it again." You subtly place a hand on your chest, feeling your heart rate return to normal. "What are you doing right next to the doors anyway?"

"Drake said these are the doors you normally use," Koby explained, you gave him a weird look and for a moment you thought he was going to bring up seeing you with Kid at lunch, until he elaborated. "I wanted to walk home with him so he told me to wait with you."

"Oh? So that's all?" You double-check, raising a brow. He nods, so you gesture for him to follow you. "You know my dad doesn't like Strawhat's grandpa, it might be a problem if I walk home with you."

"It's alright, we'll be stopping by my house first so you and Drake don't get in trouble."

"Right." Your voice becoming monotone.

A moment passes as you stop at the meetup tree, Koby looks up at you, worry written on his expression. "...You seemed to be on edge earlier."

"I'm always on edge," you blatantly reply. "Most people just don't realize or scare me like that."

"Sorry..." Koby looks away, seemingly dropping the subject.

Guilt nips at your heart, you don't want to make him feel bad. Though as much as your conscience yells at you to comfort him, you don't. It may be selfish but if Koby associates you with this feeling after greeting you, he's more likely to ignore and avoid you. It'll help prevent future eggshells from being broken and getting you in trouble, so you hope.

A notification from your phone goes off. You grab your device, turning it on to see who it is.

New Message from [Leader Eustass Kid]

You were about to open your phone to read it when you noticed Koby perk up.

"Hey Drake!" Koby greeted his friend.

"Hey Koby, [Y/n]." Drake nodded in acknowledgement.

"Hey..." You briefly wave.

There's a bit of an awkward silence, Drake staring at you as if wanting to ask how your day was and you avoiding eye contact, not wanting to interact with him. You began walking, Drake and Koby following in tow. Koby begins rambling about something Luffy has done. You're grateful Koby came along now, Drake's attention is on him and not you. 

With room to breathe, you pulled out your phone and checked Kid's message.

[Leader Eustass Kid]

Where were you at the end of lunch?

Crap, he did notice you disappearing. Not good. Should you make a likely excuse? ...No, you have a feeling he'd know a bullshit excuse when he sees one. Just keep it brief.

[You]

I left

Lunch was over so I left

. . .

Your eyes anxiously stare at the loading dots, his response being typed. Fingers tapping to the rhythm of the flow. Fear sits on your shoulder to watch the screen.

[Leader Eustass Kid]

Say something before you leave next time

Right, he'll be inviting you again when your project's over. Reminder aside, you can't tell the emotion behind his text. Whether he's mad or letting it go, you'll only know when you go over to Hawkins tonight.

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"Koby! No club today?" Garp asked welcoming the pink-haired boy home.

"Nope, the club president had to plan some things for next week so I got to walk home with Drake today," Koby chirped entering the house.

"Great it's lasagna night. You can help out with the cooking."

"Yes sir." Koby turned to you and Drake who were standing outside. "Thanks for walking with me, guys. See ya tomorrow!"

"See ya, Koby," Drake said. You just waved bye until Koby disappeared from the doorway.

Garp turned to the two of you. "Do you guys want to stay for dinner?"

Drake shook his head. "I have to work tonight."

"I need to get home before it gets too late," you decline chewing the inside of your mouth, wanting to leave already. "Also I don't know anyone here."

"Nonsense, you're friends of Koby, and I'm sure my other grandsons would be happy to have more guests."

"More guests?" Drake raised a brow.

"Yeah, Ace has his friend over-" Garp explanation got cut off when there was a crash in the background. "THE HELL DID YOU BREAK THIS TIME?"

"oH NO! RUN YAMATO!" Ace warned.

Garp left the doorway, off to scold the boys. Drake narrows his eyes and goes to enter the house when you stop him, a tight grip on his sleeve. Drake looks back to you, your face is neutral yet your hand is shaking.

"Can we leave?" A small demand.

Drake doesn't say anything, glancing from you to the house. You could hear something fall over and it causes you to flinch. Drake looks back at you, sighs and starts walking. Internally, you thank him as you release your grip on his sleeve. Your stroll is silent for the most part until Drake inquires you.

"Who were you texting early?"

"...Hawkins," you lie. "I'm going over to his place tonight to practice my math. My dad won't tolerate anything but the best."

Drake hums, believing your lie sprinkled with truth. It wouldn't be the first night you'd go study with Hawkins, and as for texting others, he knows just how small your contact list is. It pays to be known as a ghost amongst those who do know the invisible kid.

You'll have to change Kid's contact name, you can't risk getting caught. It's fine if Hawkins knows you're talking to Kid, you trust him, but not Drake.

The two of you near the front door of your home, you unlock it and enter inside. You glance around, seeing your father's workers frantically running around, too busy to greet you. Good, your brother's antics made you invisible.

"I'll go inform your father where your brother is," Drake told you as he took off his shoes. "They're probably wondering where he snuck off to. You can let one of your uncles know you'll be studying at Hawkins tonight. We don't want them thinking their other child snuck out later."

"Right..." You slipped off your shoes, observing Drake leaving to inform your dad.

You're thankful to your brother, yet at the same time, you wish he put more thought into his actions. There were consequences, and it affected more than him.

[amf-studios]

Because I need to do more dumb yokai

Believe it or not, Skeleton musicians are a pretty common trope. And I just really wanted to make a yokai that plays Saxophone.

I primarily took inspiration from the villains of my favorite Mystery incorporate episode, Rude Boy and the Ska-tastics

They're also undead musicians with with a saxophone. (The episode is good, it had a musical duel, the Hex girls, and 2 absolute bops! :3)

Design wise, he's a rather simply yokai. I gave him black, almost charred bones to make him more unique among the pearly white skellies, paired with a white suit and matching phedora. Also gave him a goal tooth, cause why not.

Power wise, I imagine Saxo-bone causes Dancing plagues. You know, where mobs of people dance until they pass out from exhaustion, which is a real phenomenon that's happened a few time throughout history. (Our best guess at an explanation is food being contaminated with hallucinogenics.)

Saxo-bone is a B rank, Merican yokai of the Eerie tribe. He's a wind attribute with the soultimate appropriately called "Dancin' plague" which inspirits his opponents.

I hope you enjoy this musical skeleton!

[keirawantstocry]

Hi im Back, 💋anon ,once again to inhabit your inbox Forever. I would like to say Yes Thank You Your So so so so good at writing. AHHHHH. I fully believe tubbo needs to be covered in blood on at least a bi-weekly basis. Once again, All The Kisses, we can also throw in a lil stabbin as a treat since you seemed to enjoy the killing (im tired tho so not Too Much)

Soooooooo, as the prompt, tubbo just sleeps, Everywhere, since dying. Hes just tired All The Time. the choco/horse pit, the wither skelly farm, spawn, On Top of Fit (and or others) but just like, On His Shoulders. Fit is Unbothered and keeps going like nothings changed.

Hope you have a good day! (glad you enjoyed the "kill me" part :> , and also that you Do Not Care how long these get, thats gen comfortin, I have Issues <3)

Hehehe kisses and stabbing? You spoil me hehe. and thank you so much <3 (i get it darling dw i dont mind how long or short these are <3)

They weren’t quite sure what to expect at first after Tubbo’s revival. Fit wasn't surprised about the aggression. Not in the slightest. After his very first experience with the respawning mechanics he woke up quite angry as well. But after the anger came… exhaustion. 

Fit found him multiple times at spawn, at farms, dead asleep. He shook him awake every time. 

“You can't be here. Just dangerous for you to be sleeping everywhere.” 

Tubbo squinted at him, eyes half opened. “I'm tireddd,” he whined, slumping back over. 

Fit sighed, before wrapping his arms around the boy's body and lifting him up. Tubbo dropped his head against Fit's chest and relaxed into him. “Mmm,” he hummed. “This feels better than the floor.” 

“No shit,” Fit snorted. “Sleep okay?” Without another word, Tubbo's eyes slipped shut. Within a few minutes, even with the shuffling of Fit's movements, Tubbo was snoring softly. 

It became routine to see them together. Fit working away at whatever he had to do, while Tubbo lay slumped over on his shoulder sleeping peacefully. Pac loved it. He would smile so gently at the both of them while prattling on about ideas he had for the house. 

“Fitch, it's smart! We can build him a room with us, yeah? That would solve the problem of him just sleeping wherever he pleases. You can still carry him around but if you're ever tired then you can just sleep in the bed with him.” 

Fit paused. “That is pretty smart.” 

Pac grinned. “I know, I know.” He sprung up. “Let's build it now! A surprise for him when he wakes up.” 

They finished it long before he worked up. Man, could that dude sleep. 

When he finally awoke it was tight arms in a bed he didn't recognize. Blinking a few times he looked around the room. There above the bed was Pac, who smiled at him. “Hey sleepy head.” 

“Hey,” Tubbo said softly, voice hoarse. He shifted his head to look at who was holding him and wasn't surprised to see Fit, dead asleep. “Where am I?” 

“Our house,” Pac explained, sitting down on the bed next to him. “We build you a room that we can take you to when you're close to falling asleep places.” 

Tubbo blinked slowly at him as his exhaustion began to creep into his mind once again. “Okay,” he muttered before holding out his arms. “C'mere. Cold.” 

Pac laughed before obliging and curling up next to him, letting Tubbo wrap around him like a monkey. Pac fell asleep soon after joining Fit in slumber while Tubbo just relaxed in between them. For once he felt safe and warm. Warm in a way that transcended the cloudy warmth of dreams. He didn't sleep but by the time they did he felt truly rested for the first time since his revival.

[red-balloon12]

Natemare Headcanons!

(Note that all of my versions of the Battle Egos….and basically all egos in general, aren’t inherently related in any aspect. They are they’re own individual creations. Also these H/F’s are self indulgent as hell so warning-)

General H/Cs

Name: Natemare

Age 32

Species: Nightmare Demon/Amalgamation (basically he can shapeshift his body into a nightmare-ish amalgamation. There are different phases and he can morph into any phase he sees fit at the moment)

Sexuality: Bisexual/Biromantic (leans more towards guys)

Specific H/Cs

Natemare doesn’t really need sleep because he’s a nightmare amalgamation but he chooses to sleep for fun. He does get tired though.

Natemare’s primary sense of style is a punk/goth mixture

Mare is a prankster and often pulls light hearted pranks on the other egos. Heathen is the only ego that hasn’t fallen for these pranks

He likes to write music and draw in his free time but he gets frustrated easily when he can’t think of songs during a certain period. Ironically his best work comes to him when he isn’t trying to write songs/draw.

Overall he’s a pretty chill and fun loving person but he does have a short fuse…which makes it easy for a certain person to tease him.

Boi has SO many abandonment issues you can fit a whole sonnet about it into him. He tries to make it seem like he doesn’t have them but he does.

Mare knows a lot people just sees him as the “Emo FNAF ego” which he doesn’t like but he also still likes FNAF. And so he makes it his mission to be more than that label while still enjoying his favorite game franchise…which is difficult-

Natemare is…high key jealous of Phantom because they both know Phantom is the “more popular ego” and Phantom is very vocal about it, which causes the two of them to be rivals of sorts. But Mare secretly admires Phantom from afar and he does understand why people like him so much. (Mare believes he and Phantom would be very good friends if pHNATOM WASN’T SO SMUG ALL OF THE TIME-) But he hates that no matter how hard he tries he can’t seem to get to that standard. So he plays it off as being unbothered by it which comes off as lazy and uncouth from Phantom. But DAMN does he actually care-

Mare also may have a bit of a…crush on Phantom and he mAAAY be a bit of a tsundere about it lol.

Even though he doesn’t need it, Mare has an emergency axe in his room somewhere.

He’s besties with MadPat and Virgil Sanders (Anti is more of a frenemy of his). Mad often teases him about his obvious crush on Phantom despite his (onesided) crush on Mare.

Mare acts as a big brother for Skelly/Pumpkin. He loves the kid dearly and will destroy anyone that harms him.

His favorite music genre is punk rock, Nerdcore and…Will Wood. He doesn’t have a favorite band. He likes a lot of bands.

Mare likes to cross dress from time to time. It makes him feel pretty and badass.

Mare’s favorite animals are ferrets.

Despite him being punk/goth he doesn’t mind dressing up more formally for certain events…or for fun. He’d rather die than let Phantom dress him up though.

And these are all of my current (and updated) headcanons on my blorbo. If you guys want a romantic/NSFW version let me know. I’ll be more than happy to make one. Next ego up is Phantom!

[rad-ramenkingles]

First Blurry Boy up, with surprisingly the most votes… Kinkotsuman!

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So this one actually wasn't as in-depth of a revamp as the others in the set, and didn't have really any extras. In a sense though I guess that makes him a perfect start to this group before I drop the others.

Hope you all enjoy the Skelly Boy, and stay tuned for the next one I drop in about a week or so, and thanks to everyone who voted again. Appreciate you peeps! One down, five more to go...

(Also I've presented him here at 300x the normal size just for convenience on the eyes.)

Until the next post, stay cool everyone. *Slight update, altered the Kinko sprite a bit upon reflection and changed some text, and the blue bands to purple*

-Ramen

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

I need to know your thoughts on the new The Old World launch boxes.

And is Settra or Nagash more Bone Daddy?

I think they’re fine? None of the minis so far have me super excited. Not because they’re bad (the quality is good), just because the factions + aesthetics headlining the launch boxes don’t do it for me. The Tomb Kings almost did, but I really don’t enjoy the greenish-taut-skin-look they have going on. I’d prefer them to just be all bones and deathmasks and burial outfits. More skeleton-y. But, yknow, that’s a me-thing, and I recognise they want them to be more distinct from the VC wights and skellies, probably. Bretonnian knight aesthetic just doesn’t do it for me at all, either, sadly. Enjoy the faction, don’t enjoy the look.

I’m very glad my boy Nekaph got blinged up, though! The Tomb Swarms are fantastic, too.

Settra is an impressive and highly entertaining character, but Nagash is unequivocally the Bone Daddy. Both in that he is a huge, powerful skeleton, and that he is literally the father/creator of all animated skeletons.

[butterfrogmantis]

Archaeologist (Archie) Baines was the firstborn son of Curator and Cartographer Baines, and the older-by-three-years brother of Palaeontologist (Pal) Baines. Their father, Curator, was the owner of a large natural history museum in Yorkshire, England, where the boys grew up with a constant source of artefacts, minerals and bones to observe and learn about. It was through their parents and their childhood at the museum that the boys both discovered a mutual but separate love for history, with Archie wanting to know more about human civilisations and Pal being interested in prehistoric creatures.

Their mother, Cartographer (totally not inspired by king of seas …) had been quite the traveller in her younger days and had become accustomed to making her own maps as she went. Having retired to Yorkshire to raise her sons, she made a habit of creating treasure maps and hiding little things around the yard and in sandboxes to encourage both of her children’s passions as well as her own.

Archie attended a local Yorkshire university to gain his archaeology degree, which is where he meets Miner MacCarrick on campus, who had been pressured into academics by his family despite not wanting to attend. Miner did admit to enjoying digging, something he shared with archaeologists, and the two went from best friends to a relationship. And it was good for a while … their personalities genuinely clicked, they had shared interests, and when Archie got his first overseas assignment to work in the field in Belgium, both his brother and Miner followed. All three ended up enjoying the area so much they looked to stay, eventually moving into a small town village. Here, things start to break down for Miner and Archie. Archie is loving the place, so many cool European artefacts to uncover, so many new people, he’s started an archaeology blog and is going to meetings with others across Europe to discuss their finds. Miner is working bringing coal and metals back for the village and is happy where he is. He approaches Archie with the confession of wanting to start a family. Archie’s like ‘woah buddy I’m way too young for this I can’t be lugging a baby around excavation sites now can I and I’m not mean enough to let you to everything”. Miner puts up with it for a little while but after a couple more years Archie admits he REALLY isn’t sure the two are in the same place in life, despite being totally compatible in every other way. They decide with heavy hearts to break up and pursue their own things.

Miner and Archie continued to be best friends, but Miner went on to date German newcomer Blacksmith Schmidt for a short time before running into the same problem. Miner can’t pick em and that'll come back to haunt Blacksmith when Zinc arrives lmao. After that, Miner dated Canadian born Timber Boyce, the local bear- I mean lumberjack. Who, to his relief, was on the same page as him. The two soon have a daughter, Lapidary MacCarrick, and Miner anoints his bestie Archie as her godfather / fave non-relative uncle. Archie is happy to only babysit every once in a while and is kind of relieved both he and Miner are where they want to be in life.

Pal Baines and Clover Xun, and their daughter Onyx Baines. Unsure if they're gonna get married yet. Also despite being Humanverse, Onyx was probably made with whatever sorcery has been making all the other kids for reasons, dw about it.

Archie meanwhile stuck to carbon dating, something Skelly discovers he shares with his father the first time the Baines’ parents come over to visit their son's new home village. You should be flattered Skelly, they think you’re fascinating after all.

Archie, Pal, Miner and Clover (c) The Smurfs

Curator, Cartographer, Lapidary, Onyx and Skelly are mine

[itsladykit]

Trick-or-Treater Anon is back for a final treat, please! 🎃

Underswap and/or Swapfell!Red brother's for Halloween ♡

(If you feel generous, some Twistfell too please!♡ )

Happy Spooperween 2023!!

Many candies for you and some skellies! 🍬 🍫 🍭 🍬 🍫 🍭 🍬 🍫 🍭 🍬 🍫 🍭 🍬 🍫 🍭 🍭 🍬 🍬 🍫 🍭 🍭 🍬 🍬 🍫 🍭 🍬 🍫 🍭 🍬 🍫 🍭 🍬 💀 ☠️💀 ☠️ 💀

Late, but every day is Halloween in my house, so--

The first year they're on the Surface, Blackberry would insist on trick-or-treating. Yes, he's an adult, but he never got to do this! He's small enough and acts young enough that most people responded well to him, but he was given the "Aren't you a little old for this?" treatment by some jerks. After that first year, I think he really falls in love with the holiday. I could see him really enjoying haunted houses, and even working as a scare actor.

Twist...not so much. He likes the cute side of things--kids in costumes, "spoopy" stuff--but he hates the scary shit. It agitates his LV and overall just isn't fun for him. His fear response definitely falls on the "fight" side of flight, fight, or freeze, so he tries to stay clear of things that trigger him like that. (He doesn't want to be the guy who punches an innocent scare actor, after all.) So, he usually stays home, passes out candy, and maybe watches a "cute" Halloween movie. I think he may have tried a haunted house for his bro's sake, but the whole time, he had to keep reminding himself that it wasn't real, no one was actually going to harm him. And it was nothing but miserable for him. So he didn't try that again.

Blue isn't as enthusiastic about Halloween as many of the others. (He's more of a Gyftmas guy, I think.) I do think he likes an excuse for a party, though. ^_^

And Swap is mostly interested in the pumpkin spice everything and the candy. And he's very fond of the costumery. He favors cute over scary, and he makes his brother a costume every year. (He eventually starts making one for himself once he works through his self esteem issues.) Overall, though, he's a pass out candy and chill kind of guy.

Razz is a grump. He doesn't do Halloween, and is overall disgusted by the whole thing. (Some of this is self-directed frustration because he's got a sweet-tooth he resents, and he's always upset that Halloween marks the start of the holiday season, where sweets are too plentiful.) If he passes out anything (unlikely), it's apples.

Slim loves the whole idea, but he's not sure how to engage with it. He's too shy to spearhead anything himself, but he does want to participate. He's down for just about anything his friend group will get up to, though. I could fully see him finding a local ghost hunting group and engaging in the real scary shit, though--visiting graveyards, breaking into haunted houses, and conducting seances. This boy is delighted rather than scared by Halloween gore; if he wants a thrill, he needs something a bit more intense. (We'll assume ghosts are real in this 'verse--see Napstablook--but any that remained on the Surface after the war aren't like the ones that went Underground.)

Thank you for the fun asks!! ^_^ They really made my night.

[pokegalla]

Ah now this one I gotta add a mix of AUs you probably don’t know and others you love. (Ay they deserve some love too!) Also slight warning for naked naked naked! (It’s nothing bad just bathing really-)

Requested by @theneurodivergentdummy

First Bath/Shower Together with their asexual!S/o

Cross:

* Look at this boi. His skull went from pearly white to plum in merely seconds. How is he so flustered? Well he had come home all covered in sweat from training and you was JUST heading into the shower. You thought it was a perfect suggestion to just shower together!

* His blushing is even brighter once in the shower with you. He keeps his distance and doesn’t look your way. Now don’t get disheartened! He actually does this to respect your wishes and because he doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable since you’re asexual.

* Just reassure him and help him understand that he doesn’t have to act like this and you don’t mind. After all, you BOTH should be comfortable. He’ll be happy to hear it and even offer to help wash your hair.

* He’ll get more comfortable later on!

Asterisk:

* (How did you manage to get THIS stubborn skellie to date you???)

* But more importantly how did you convince him to take a bath together? Turns out you just straight up asked him. He spat out his coffee and blushed HEAVILY. A rare sight but you had to admit it was adorable how flustered he was. Obviously he rejected the idea but with persistence (and your annoyingly cute face) he ends up reluctantly agreeing.

* At first he avoids looking at you completely, making sure his Gaster stays outside the door. He grumbles how stupid this was and how he didn’t understand why you wanted to do it. He at least knew he didn’t have to worry about you touching him inappropriately….but he was still embarrassed. Though when you started to rub his shoulders and gave him headrubs, he winded down pretty fast.

* He got so comfortable he actually fell asleep. You felt honored that he did. Gaster peeped in (he was checking on them, nothing inappropriate) and he ‘aw’ed at the sleeping skeleton in your arms. So you both took an opportunity to prank him!

* Till he woke up midway-

* Luckily you guys are still in the bath….

Comet:

* Ah yes a wonderful gentleman.

* You asked to join him since you wanted to spend some quality time with your skellie. He was pretty excited and scooped you up to proudly say he’ll arrange an extravagant bubble bath!!!

* Will make a sparkly bubble bath (no really it SPARKLES. Like the night sky!) for just the two of you. Will help wash your back and hair for you.

* Y’all have a really fun time and Comet makes sure of that! Bubbles, bath bombs, fun music, you even turned off the lights to put on the multicolored galaxy themed LED lights. (His bro walks by thinking it’s a whole dance party in there-)

* You guys stay in there for quite awhile. Seriously his bro had to tell you guys to get out-

Poplar:

* This was probably a by mistake kinda thing.

* Like one of you just needed a quick shower and hopped in. Completely unaware that the other was in there. So when they see each other they panic.

* Don’t worry! You both calm down realizing it’s just your bone-friend and your his S/o. He’s actually quite happy to see you and you guys laugh at the situation.

* You guys just enjoy the shower with each other’s company. It was rather peaceful and enjoyable to say the least.

Nightmare:

* You wanted to try washing off the goop. Or die trying! But you knew he probably wouldn’t let you….unless?

* Yeah you suggested taking a bath together. He was really suspicious on why since it was so sudden. But he eventually agreed.

* He was amused as he quickly figured out your intentions as you scrubbed at his bones furiously. But you also noticed that he was being oddly careful of his tentacles. He did mention they have a mind of their own….you then realize he was making sure they never touched you (*cough* inappropriately *cough*). You call him out for it and he blushes a bit before grumbling to himself.

* And you swore you saw a bit of the goop reveal some pearly white bone….maybe it’s just your imagination.

Error:

* NO NO NO NO-

* His immediate reaction when you ask him for a bath together. Which is pretty understandable. But you wanted to help him with his hapephobia! He’s been doing an amazing job already and wanted him to take it to the next level.

* Just reassure him that you won’t move or touch him and that you will be there to help him. Now he does trust you….he’s just afraid of messing up. But he will eventually agree on the condition that he receives many chocolates.

* He is so careful on where to touch you….so oddly gentle. It melts your heart honestly. He looks down lovingly at you and plays with your hair. Even holds your hand when he gets more comfortable.

* Tell him you’re proud of him. Praise him! He’ll be very happy to hear it!

[ashenwinds]

Once again going on about just how TALL the Ashen Lords are

Just take the skull comparison size between ol' boi Cillian and Chi ( I can only do so much since the Lords are usually crouched down in their fights ). Cillian's model has a bit of a longer face than others, but is still close to half the size of Chi's skull. As said before, Chi could cover a person's head with just their left hand. I don't have the screenshot, but as well, when between phases Chi is on one knee recovering, they are taller than him. And those in-game models I'd say are maybe closer to 6' tall, depending ( I mean for Cillian's lore he's 6'3 but shhh ). I am most definitely not overexaggerating having the Ashen Lords stand close to 10' tall with Chi being over it just because I enjoy the idea they were the shortest of the group when they had flesh to becoming the tallest as skellies. Which also makes me go: so were their heights given to them all by the Ashen Curse, by the specialized curse they were given, or the multiple augmentations Flameheart did on them? And also makes me question: how the HELL did these absolute beasts of skeletons end up dead? Aside from Horatio since we know how he went out.

[youngbuckisms]

A little quirky amusement park date between local skelly twink Darby and resident scumbag going good boi MJF

Darby Allin x MJF on a date; drabble

Word count: 742

Warnings: none!

Notes: I used to write this ship quite a bit awhile back, so I’ve missed these two! Enjoy!

Maxwell wasn’t a big fan of a lot of things his boyfriend was into. It wasn’t a surprise, either. Their personalities clashed all the time, but it was something they both loved about one another. Always being introduced to new things, constantly showing one another things they knew they wouldn’t like. Sometimes it was fun, other times it annoyed Maxwell or bored Darby.

For once, however, Maxwell would be the one to plan something that wasn’t a fancy dinner out. Instead, he took Darby to an amusement park, which was right up the daredevil’s alley. He was so excited that it made the scumbag almost forget where he was, that was until he stepped into something that resembled fair food on the ground and suddenly he wanted to just leave. But this wasn’t about him, it was about Darby.

So, here he is, sitting outside the exit of a rollercoaster with a cheap, stuffed tiger tucked under his arm that he had won for Darby earlier, as he scrolled through his phone. He didn’t do rollercoasters, but he would wait in the lines and by the exits for Darby to be done. His boyfriend would return to him, arm tossed around his shoulders as he smiled like an idiot.

“That was awesome! You should seriously do the next one, Max!” Darby encouraged as the two began to walk once more to find yet another coaster of death — as Maxwell called them.

“I think I’ll pass, babe.” Darby rolled his eyes at that, though the smile still remained. He didn’t mind as long as Maxwell was here with him, after all. It wasn’t often at all that his boyfriend would take him to dates like this.

The only other time it wasn’t a fancy restaurant was a skatepark where Darby actually managed to get Maxwell on a skateboard for a few minutes. Whenever Maxwell stepped out of his comfort zone, that’s when Darby cherished these moments.

“How about you ride just one coaster with me, no loops or super big drops, and we can go get dinner tomorrow night at that place you like?” Darby offered, stopping the two of them by standing in front of Maxwell to interrupt his steps.

“You mean the one that you hate because you have to get all dressed up in a suit, which by the way, you always look so goddamn good in?” A smirk playing at Maxwell’s lips as he speaks and Darby just knows he’s almost convinced. He just needs a little more push.

“That’s the one. I’ll even wear that red one that you love so much.” And Maxwell is making a small show of acting like his knees buckled slightly at the thought, head tilted back slightly with a dramatic little groan — acting as though the very thought of Darby in that deep red suit was enough to bring him to his knees. And while the thought doesn’t bring him to his knees, the sight certainly does.

“Alright fine. One ride and after that, no more.” Maxwell spoke firmly, making sure it was clear that it would be one coaster and no more. But part of him wanted to just let Darby drag him to every ride after seeing how wide his smile got upon taking the offer.

However, that thought was quickly tossed aside after the ride was over. His head spun, his stomach churned, and he felt like he was about to puke with every step they took upon exiting the ride. But Darby seemed fine. In fact, he was hopping around, exclaiming how cool it was and how they should go again.

“You don’t look so good.” Darby commented in an amused tone, looking over at his boyfriend who looked at thought he was on the verge of losing his lunch.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. Hey, I’ll win you another one of those stuffed animals if we can go ahead and get out of here.” The smaller man laughed softly at the offer, slipping an arm around Maxwell’s waist to guide him to the nearest mini game.

“Sounds like a plan.”

And as Maxwell would waste 20 bucks trying to win a stuffed penguin for his boyfriend, he would remind himself to never go to another amusement park again, no matter how cute an excited Darby was to see.