#friend or foe [anon]

[flamingtoads]

Toad they’re out here hating on your girl Athena.

WHA-? WHAT NOW?! (911 s8e8 spoilers in these parentheses: but if it has anything to do with telling that woman to fucking return the cart I will lose my damn mind lol)

Okay, listen here my sweet jellybean! We both know those who are hating on our drop dead gorgeous and talented Queen are some straight up silly-billy goofballs. And we will celebrate their collective wrongness by re-blogging and posting more positivity about the lovely and oh so precious Athena! You agree? I agree! We AGREE!! IN THIS HOUSE WE LOVE AND CHERISH ATHENA GRANT NASH!!

[nortess]

Eva Yan p1 design with p2 Stillwater 💛

I see it. its real.

I love the blues and the circularity but I do miss the carpets…..

[yarrow-remains]

Greetings :] Just returned, you’re not free of me yet

- @genius-built-donatello

OH CMON, YOU FUCKING BITCH-

WHY ARENT YOU DEAD

[unablethethird]

🧀 the second

VINE BOOM SFX

[wordycheeseblob]

Infact I read what 🍰 anon said incorrectly they happen to be your friend not mine

-🍈 anon

Are YOU my friend?

[curiouselleth]

If you could ask/bribe/convince people to read just one of your fics - not necessarily your best, not the one that you think summarizes your style, not even your favorite, but the one you want people to read the very most for whatever reason - which one would it be?

And if you feel comfortable, why that one?

Hi, thanks for the ask anon!

I think it would be my silmarillion cyoa fic; Be He Foe or Friend!

It's not super far along yet, but I've put the most work into that one so far and it's the longest thing I have posted. It's been fun figuring out how to do a cyoa fic, with formatting, second pov and everything. It's pretty different from my other fics and ideas too.

I do think it would be fascinating to see what someone who hasn't read the Silmarillion before thinks of it, even though there is some canon divergence and a lot of fanon from the beginning lol (and it's not even to beleriand yet but still!) Especially with the second pov, it makes you more in the narrative rather than reading what feels like a history book that is simply giving an account of the events. I do have a irl friend who hasn't read the silm and is interested in Be He Foe or Friend, I can't wait to see what they think but it might be a while.

Anywayyy thanks again for the ask! Sorry about the rambling lol

[automaton-otto]

Rin is a demon

(Thanks for the ask anonymous)

"Aye, I already know. I know a demon when I see one." Hilda says pointing at her eyes, "But don't ya worry, I'm not gonna do anything to im'. He looks to be a sweet lad, a bit naive but what's life without growing and learning? I saw him talking to Otto once. I just hope they're getting along well."

"Buuuuuuut...if he does turn out to be a problem, I'll knock some sense into him. Just enough to get the point across. He's still growing after all."

[regalmelodies]

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[welcometothevale]

♫ for a song that reminds me of my muse -rowan-

Musical Prompts:

I thought I was going to have a hard time with this. But oh god I just found the perfect one and it's somewhat heartbreaking and heartwarming

Holocene by Bon Ivor

Who explains the song best is the genius who wrote it, who said:

"The title is a metaphor for when you're not doing well. But it's also a song about redemption and realizing that you're worth something; that you're special and not special at the same time."

Rowan didn't have the best upbringing, to put it shortly. And, like a lot of children with unhappy childhoods, they were left with some lasting effects. However, in their twenties is when they start their journey of self discovery and realize they are worthy and all that jazz.

[muses0fgracie]

Updated tag dump: General tags

[selfcarecap]

IT IS OUT! BARBIE IS OUT! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!... I haven't seen it yet and don't know when I will lol - The Friends Anon

I KNOWW IM SO EXCITED but my friends and I wanna watch it but we all have exams so who knows how long it takes us to find a day that works for all of us 😵‍💫🥴 BUT IM LOOKING FORWARD TO IT OMGGG I’ve heard mixed reviews tbh but I thought the things people criticised sounded good to me sgskshsh sooo I think I’ll enjoy it 😌 hope you will too when you watch it 🥰

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[kleptokure]

Shifty Sheep .☘︎ ݁˖

Shadow Milk Cookie x GN!Reader

A/N: request served for anon! (づ ´ ˘ `)づ

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

The Bear Jelly Balloon plants on the ground. You find yourself a bit too giddy to get off the means of transportation. While you might have bribed another to board the balloon in the first place, you choose to ignore that. Focusing on the happier fact, you're in Beast-Yeast!

That fact seems more depressing to others, but they just have goals far too serious. Your goals? Well, you plan to explore every nook and cranny here. Not for any reason, but to spot out all the animals.

You cannot truly deem yourself the top animal admirer if you stay within the bounds of Crispia. With a curious mind, you plan to write about each new friend you come across.

There have to be mammals you never even imagined that take habitat here, and you long to see how wild sights can get. Also, the thought that sweet, loving creatures here have never received a cuddle in their lives completely shatters you. No matter, as you are here and plan to change that for your upcoming companions.

Stepping off of the balloon, you find yourself in a forest. Of course, that was on purpose. Your first guess on where critters would reside is no other than a place surrounded by trees.

Wandering down a pathway that was almost covered by foliage, you look both ways, awaiting your eyes to set sights on anything moving.

You are smart enough to know making any loud noises would be a bad decision. While there are friends, there are also foes, and you would like to attract only one of those two.

Speaking of friends, it seems like you found one, fortunately. The creature seems interested, taking the move to approach you.

Floating a few feet in front of you, an illuminated green being holds a derpy smile. The creature has green circles stemming from his being, rather than hands or legs. How unique.

The being appears as interested in you as you are in them, hovering around you as if conducting an inspection.

You are boring, the harmless thing concludes. With that, it meanders away, not daring to grace you with a chance to touch its skin. Unlucky, but you understand. Your elated emotions might have scared it off.

Without expecting reciprocation, you send the spore a wave off. Nonetheless, you are left happy. A cute critter is bound to cause happiness, despite no touch being involved.

Continuing on, you examine the vegetation. The trees are darker compared to those in the kingdom you reside in. Along with the feat of being tall, towering over everything around. It fails to scare you since judging is not a big part of your personality.

Moving on, the bushes here hold their own features as well. Looking closer, the rectangular hedges come along with red flowers. Not roses, but with the appearance of dice. How neat, you'll pluck a few to take home. Hopefully nature can excuse it.

Though, once you stroll your way towards the bushes, you find the shrubs separate the trail from the darker parts of the forest. Regardless, with the help of the light shining down from the cloudy sky, you are able to spot a wooly creature.

A sheep, you can tell with ease. Its appearance does not look out of the ordinary, but that lands as irrelevant. Either way, you were going to envelop them in love.

Hopping over the bush, you witness another surprise. There are plenty of sheep around, ten if your eyes gazed over correctly.

Some are resting in their place, others are munching on the dry grass. They all seem unbothered by your presence; therefore, you choose not to bother them. Rather, you watch, taking joy in all of the happy mammals around. Maybe all was well for them, even without love from a cookie's touch.

Coming prepared, you remove a camera from your satchel. The moment seems so serene, tempting you into taking a picture. A time resembling this, you could almost believe Beast-Yeast was a place of tranquility.

Your cookie camera in hand, you snap several pictures of the sheep. Settling your jitters of excitement, you place your camera back into its place. Afterwards, you notice the item might have caused a disturbance to the lot of sheep. They run away in their herd, leaving you behind.

Catching your eye, you notice a sheep that remained behind, its back turned away from you. Surely it did not miss the rest of their group walking off.

If that was the case, you step to its side, squatting to the wooly animal's height. That marks the moment the lone sheep turns to look at you, curious eyes staring into your own.

Wow, now those are some striking eyes. The sheep owns one cyan eye color; the other one is cerulean. Even the pupils are opposite in color, elevating your interest. Perhaps their herd owned the same eyes as your friend here, and you were too caught up in gawking to notice.

As much as you would like to snap a picture of the sight, it would have a chance to hurt its conflicting-colored eyes with the sudden flash.

"Hi there," you started off, offering a soft tone. "Are you lost, little guy?" Although it cannot speak words, you deem yourself capable of understanding animal speech. Placing your hand on its head, you await an answer.

"Baa," the sheep responded with an expected response, which you chuckle at. It was adorable all the same, causing you to pat their head. Even though it realizes it's merely the two of you around, the singular sheep seems uncaring of their friends' disappearance. You find no strong need to return it to its group.

"Aren't you just the cutest thing?" you expressed, now squishing the sheep's cheeks. It seems not to mind, noticing their wagging tail. You're happy to see it enjoys this as much as you do.

Inviting you in for further affection, the sheep lies on their side, allowing their fluffy stomach to show. Without a second thought, you accept the offer, now rubbing the wool, which was surprisingly well-kept, attached to their belly.

You could see yourself doing this forever, and if your companion here could talk, you're sure they'd agree. Maybe taking them along with you would be the better option. Leaving the sheep by themselves fails to appeal to you.

Reluctantly, you pull your hands away from the fluff in order to gain the cream sheep's attention.

"How about you come along with me? I promise it'll be fun," you suggested, and the sheep appeared to be interested, their ears tilting up a smidge. A second after, your friend rises to their feet, looking at you expectantly. It took little to convince them, which plays in your favor.

"I knew you would agree! C’mon, little gu—" You pause, realization hitting you in the face.

"Huh, I can't just call you little guy, now can I? You deserve a name..." Trailing off, you begin to ponder. Your unnamed friend looks entertained.

"I got it! I'll call you Cotton Puff. You’re just as soft as cotton, anyways. Smart, right?" Although you adored the label, Cotton Puff does not look so amused. Well, you never said you were good at reading animal expressions. Besides, that could be their happy face.

Cotton Puff lets out a huff. Pushing their head against your legs, the cream sheep nudges you to go forward. Deciding to not leave them waiting for much longer, you turn back towards the entrance here. Of course, you help Cotton Puff over the bush, hopping over afterwards.

You commence a light jog along the pathway since the pit stop here already took up some of your time, which you do not regret. After all, you got yourself a sidekick here.

A few minutes pass by, and you run into another resident of Beast-Yeast. If you were looking elsewhere, your eyes would have skimmed over the many translucent butterflies. The fluttering wings caught your eye, making you pause in your jog.

Instead of a pace towards the group on your end, the butterflies move to fly over you and your pet, just as the spore from before. The blue butterflies carry a floral scent, drifting through the air and making the experience all the more pleasant. One in the group chose to land on Cotton Puff's nose, which you found silly.

Cotton Puff found something to be funnier, and that something was to chomp down on the harmless butterfly, swallowing it down right after.

You stare at the sheep, who looks all innocent now. Cotton Puff stares in return, then allows a sweet baa to come from their mouth, as if what you witnessed never happened.

That was unhinged, to say the least. There was no way for you to predict that, so you decided to rid it from your mind. Not much you can do now.

As one might expect, all of the pretty butterflies fluttered away due to Cotton Puff's behavior. You fail to blame them, and you also hold no blame for Cotton Puff, somehow. Their chubby face is too hard to hate.

Even so, you should probably offer him a piece of your hearty rye, or maybe the whole roll. You would like to prevent another incident from occurring.

Like a cat, Cotton Puff circles around your legs, the soft wool rubbing against you. Might it be an apology, you believe you’re not the one to receive it.

Nonetheless, the lover in you returns his little cuddle, ruffling Cotton Puff's wool. Again, the sheep appreciates it, and you can hear the slightest rumble erupting from their throat.

While that's adorable, you also do not want to waste the rest of the day smothering Cotton Puff in affection, even though it is tempting. You must spare some for your future friends.

With a quiet whistle, you bring Cotton Puff back into focus on your small trip. They was one step in front of you, as they already started up their trot. You follow along, not too far behind your unpredictable friend.

This time around, it takes a bit longer for you and your pet to find another wildlife. Perhaps choosing left on the split path you came across earlier was not the best choice, as the vegetation lessens with each step, and the trees grow tapered around you. You prefer the livelier setting of flowers and shrubs.

Laying at the end of the path, you spot another life form. Thankfully, selecting this trail wasn't for naught.

At first, you would guess it is simply another sheep, but as you and Cotton Puff shorten the distance, you notice this "sheep" is noticeably larger. Other traits stick out, such as the pointed ears and longer tail.

Since you are well educated on the topic of animals, you could tell this anomaly was a wolf, who was too busy munching on grub to notice their two watchers.

Yet a conveniently placed branch snaps under your foot, alerting the wolf in sheep's clothing of your placement.

Turning with a stare and quick to start up a growl, the wolf seems defensive of its findings. By all means, you were not here to steal food. You are far more interested in the fact that an idiom in Crispia is no longer such in Beast-Yeast.

In spite of your wishes, the chance is snatched away, as Cotton Puff took the bold decision of biting the snout of their newfound enemy. You were unaware their little legs allowed them to jump so high.

Going against its intimidating front, the wolf releases a whine and wastes no time to dash away. Cotton Puff watches, then returns to your side with his guiltless smile.

Maybe it would be optimal for the both of you to rest now. You can only pray that a nap can remove Cotton Puff's tendencies to bite other creatures.

You choose to retrace your steps, going after the location you found Cotton Puff in the first place. It's probable that being away from their natural environment stirs up odd reactions. Or that is just what you tell yourself, since you cannot come to believe that such a docile animal can be so naturally violent.

At last, you've come across a suitable spot to rest. A clear area surrounding a tree, along with a few bushes taking place nearby.

Sitting against the tree, you put your satchel to the side. Cotton Puff makes ease of placing themselves right on your lap, a perfect spot for them to nap.

Giving them one more good petting, scritching their round head to ensure a good doze, you find your eyes closing. Anyone would be tired after such a trip, so you allow your eyes to shut, falling into a light snooze.

Your eyes twitch open, slowly awakening due to the sun peeking through the branches and onto your face. The light stands as your first sign that, perhaps, you slept through the night, your nap shifting into a full-on slumber.

On an unrelated topic, your lap feels unusually heavy. You're quick to correct yourself, as you remember Cotton Puff taking place there before you fell asleep. Nonetheless, you go to look at them.

Huh, when did Cotton Puff grow so... blue? Not to mention, why does your former fluffy friend now appear as a cookie? You cannot be remembering wrong; you're sure Cotton Puff was a sheep. Then who is this?

An unknown cookie rests their head on your lap. Of course, you plan to wake them. As kind as you are, this is uncalled for. Even so, you intend to wake them nicely.

"Uh, hey?" You tugged on their shoulder. While you expected them to stir, you did not anticipate them to stare dead in your eyes once they turned.

"...Hello," you whispered, far too unsettled to say much else. The wide smile the blue cookie holds does little to comfort you.

Instead of a verbal reply, the cookie rises, giggles falling out of his mouth one after one. Was this some sort of prank? If it was, you start up your own awkward laugh, even though you failed to catch on to the topic.

"Well hello to you too!" The man returns your greeting with an eager one, pushing his cheek to your own in order to nuzzle your face. He's quite affectionate, that much you know.

"Who are you?" Pushing through his warmth, you managed to squeeze out your question. This cookie seems more acquainted with you than you are with him.

Pausing his tenderness, the cookie tilts his head when eyeing you.

"What could you ever mean? You know me!" That fell short in answering your inquiry, also playing a part in your confusion increasing.

"C’mon, take a reeeeal good look at me. Here's a hint: you love me very, very much." This cannot be a cookie from your kingdom, as you associate more with animals than others back home.

Since he offered, you take a good look at him. His clothes were... something, in short. Taking a look at his hair, it was unexpectedly staring back at you. You'll skip past that.

His face has a scar across his eye. Speaking of his eyes, which are next in line for inspection, you spend little time examining the pair.

"Cotton Puff?" His larger grin tells you your answer, but you are still dumbfounded. A cookie that possesses the ability to turn into a sheep. Since when? This is not what you meant by wanting to meet diverse animals.

"BINGO! Maybe the hint gave away too much, hm?" The real hint was his eyes, which, in truth, you should have noticed earlier. Though, looking at his eyes was the least of your worries in the moment. He was a stranger sleeping on your lap, and that stood out much more.

"But now you have met the real me! You should be thankful, really. Many don’t see this form, and if they do, well, they don’t live for much longer, ha ha!" That took a dark turn, and you recall that pattern in Cotton Puff, too. You feel inclined to believe him now.

"Allow me to give a proper introduction." You watch as the cookie removes himself from your lap, now hovering a few feet in front of you. He clears his throat to begin.

"It is I, Shadow Milk Cookie! Or, y'know, the Beast of Deceit, the true holder of a Soul Jam, the notorious jeste—"

Truthfully, you did not listen to anything else after that. The words "Beast of Deceit" caught your focus, and you feel dread engulf your being.

Was it true? The fables of the all-powerful Beasts were real all along? It just seems like anything and everything exists in Beast-Yeast. And to think you, a merely curious cookie, were cuddling him?! That had to offend him greatly. Could he find it within himself to forgive you?

"I’m sorry," you shouted, now on your knees in a sorrowful position. Your entire act caught Shadow Milk Cookie off guard, interrupting him in the middle of his ramble, while also bewildering him.

His jester hat in hand, he stares at you with a raised eyebrow. Shadow Milk is knowledgeable, so he can tell why you switched up so quickly. It's adorable if you were to ask him.

"Ooooh, someone knows me, don'tcha?" He did not bargain for that, but it makes this all the more fun. Shadow Milk Cookie is not beyond taking a thing or two for his advantage.

Your eyes dashing towards your bag, you lay your hands inside, rustling for an item. Shadow Milk Cookie watches with interest. Not exactly what one does when they find themselves within the presence of his might, but whatever. He could tell you were an odd one from the start anyway.

You pull out a... castella? Wow, you really know how to shock the crowd. Instead of shock, Shadow Milk Cookie would say confuse.

"Could you forgive me?" That look on you really is cute, the Beast thinks. Now you lie as the one appearing as a little lamb.

Besides that, if you had anything to apologize for, it's the stupid name you gave him. Cotton Puff, for a sheep? Too cliché. But you make up for it with all the cuddles you gave him.

"Hm," Shadow Milk Cookie hums in thought, grabbing your gift. "Boring!" He throws the castella elsewhere, and your expression deflates. He dislikes that look, but what else did you expect with a castella? What is he going to do with cake? Eating is not a requirement for him like it is for you. You’re so ditzy, and it's stupid how that attracts him.

"I have something else!" Quickly, you search your bag, as if there was anything else that could be of worth to a Beast. He has to have everything he could ever want by now.

"Ah, ah, ah!" "Cotton Puff" stops you in your tracks, which you find unfortunate. Is he going to end you now? Without mercy?

"I know just the thing I want," he states, leaving you on edge. Please let it be something other than crumbling you.

"I spy my little eye on..." Shadow Milk Cookie trails off, leaving you with suspense. He could soak up your face forever, but he gets to the point.

"[Name] Cookie!" Immediately, your face alters into a look of horror, and Shadow Milk Cookie does not favor that in the slightest. You did not even give him a chance! Whatever stupid cookie told you about him gave you the completely wrong idea. No worries; he can show you how benevolent he is.

"I’m... I'm sorry," is all you manage to speak in a shaky tone. From that alone, Shadow Milk Cookie can tell that you have got this all mixed up. He refuses to hurt you, so cheer up already. Did you think you could get away after showing him such tenderness?

The jester decides that love is the best medicine, charging towards you to embrace you in a tight hug. To accentuate it all, he lifts the two of you above ground, twirling you around in his arms.

"Oh, stop your silly apologies already. I chose to grace you with forgiveness," he's decided, speaking in a high and mighty tone.

"Really?"

"Nope." Well, that's one way to diminish all hope you had left.

"If you really are sorry, then come to my abode, like the good cookie you are," Shadow Milk requests, though it comes off as more of a demand since there is not much of a choice for you here.

"It's decided. YOU, my little lamb, belong to ME!" Shadow Milk is overly giddy to announce his claim over you when you didn't even respond. Though it goes as easy to guess what you would have said anyway.

And with that, the two of you poof away to your new home. You can bid your old friends here farewell. Actually, bid all of your friends farewell. You would be crazy to believe you'll be seeing Crispia anytime soon.

A brush in hand, you find your current situation more pleasant than you anticipated. You were transported to a realm that belonged to the deceitful cookie. Tricks, cards, and puppet shows resided everywhere in the mass of pitch black.

Right now, Shadow Milk Cookie created a comfortable bed for the two of you to sit atop. The Beast lays his head on your lap, similar to before, to let you brush his unusual hair. Not living up to your expectations, the brush does not harm the eyes taking place in his icing.

Legs swinging in the air, Shadow Milk Cookie enjoys being tended to more than he thought. He could still live without it, duh. Although that's what he tells himself. The trickster refuses to grow vulnerable with you this early on. You have to work for it.

Shadow Milk Cookie plans to keep you for a while. He would like to see how tender your relationship could become. Also because you pamper him in affection all too well. He might be strong, but not strong enough to turn you down. His pampering puppet, he titles you.

Besides, you seem so willing now. All it took on his side was saying your view of him was a "big misunderstanding," that the liar was not all that bad. He would never crumble another cookie!

He wonders how you fell for that.

"Sooo, my star! How did ya end up here in the first place? Runnin' from someone? Huntin' someone down?" Shadow Milk Cookie is educated, but he does not know everything. He was busy escaping those faeries and all that, so he fumbles in knowing why you came here.

"I wanted to explore what types of creatures reside here," you explained, and in return, he laughs. Shadow Milk should have foreseen a reason like that would be yours.

It is shocking you have not suffered any injuries throughout your journey. It would have happened soon enough if he had denied accompanying you, so you should be grateful for him, he thinks.

"Awwwh, well then! I'll show you ALL the animals you desire." That excites you quite a bit.

"Just kiddin!" he settles on. Shadow Milk Cookie is not fond of you sharing your endearment with other beings. You should have learned that he lives as a fickle cookie.

"After all, I'm the only animal you need." Instead of a cookie, there rests Cotton Puff on your lower section. The sight is familiar, bringing you warmth, even though you realize the sheep was not what they seemed.

This time, you bring Cotton Puff into a hug, feeling his coat brush against your cheek. It could be that Shadow Milk Cookie was right, that the cream sheep could be your one and only pet.

Cotton Puff licks your cheek, and you deem that a sign of reciprocation. It doesn't sound so bad staying here a while.

Without a doubt, Shadow Milk Cookie would agree. Just turn a while into forever. Where else could his little lamb have to go when he's right here?

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

A/N: Sorry for being inactive for a bit. I had several assessments, was under the weather, and burned my fingers. I believe it is the curse of being a writer coming to strike me. (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

[lovebugmusings]

no way my friend just called me a fake fan for not rly liking the first avatar........

maybe i'm just jaded and have been in fandoms for too long, but not enjoying a movie doesn't make you a fake fan of the franchise. .a fake fan is someone who pretends to like something but also i really don't think fake fans are real. again, i might just be jaded and too old for this

[yarrow-remains]

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Tagging System

#me myself and I [og post]

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#friend or foe [anon]

#alone [when no other characters are supposed to reblog or like when it’s just a Yarrow thing]

#oh shit- [OOC posts/commentary]

#oh. great. [character reblogs]

Characters:

#Wisteria [Donatello]

#Lavender [Shelldon]

#Chrysanthemum [April]

#Wild Jasmine [Darner]

#Gloriosa Lily [Raph]

#Hydrangea [Echo-Nova]

Characters from the past:

#Forget Me Not [Past Leo]

[kalpeavaris]

I see you've got a bunch of fankids, do you have any Jessa fankids?

Oh anon, indeed I have! Well, not kids, but one kid!

May I present you - Jecka! Whoever guesses where that name comes from, I'll love you.

Jecka's appearance is more humanoid than most Workers or Disassembly Drones which comes from Tessa's biodata instilled in her code. She's extremely experimental, coming from a Solver User and a former human.

More below the cut!

In my headcanon/Synemy universe, Tessa - despite her Dronebody - still has biological code and DNA inscribed in her own OS, which got inevitable transferred to their child when the uploading process took place.

It took 5 tries to actually get this to work as Tessa's code just was hardly compatible with J's, which strained her alot - even her physical body and being was acting like it rejected the Disassembly Drone. But in the end, the final attempt was actually successful!

Although this experimental hybrid of J & Tessa didn't come with downsides. Jecka's code is very unstable, often resulting in her shutting down involuntarily and having to be rebooted by Uzi to keep her running.

Jecka's daredevil personality appears very brutish on the surface, but similar to Becky (who appears shallow and gossip-y) there's more to her if you know her. She's gotten alot of empathic and extroverted traits from Tessa, is easily exciteable and loves to be around people.

She cares alot for people's well-being, but will put herself first if she needs to. A friend you can rely on and a foe you need to watch out for. Jecka gets along with Becky fairly well but Angel and her sometimes do butt heads. Especially since Angel isn't really fond of Jecka's ability to magnetically draw in conflicts with people she doesn't really like. And Jecka can hold grudges until the end of time, lol. That she got from J.

Like Tessa she has Solver symbols on her body, although more focused on her legs and back (not pictured here). Jecka doesn't mind them and finds them somewhat cool. I mean, it does look cool. BD Can't blame her.

She cannot use the Solver like for example Uzi and Tessa can, but she has the passive abilities of the Disassembly Drones (regeneration, not being affected by the Solver's telepathy etc.)

[user500269]

Can you do an one shot of Francis with doppelgänger reader?

sub! francis mosses x gn! doppelgänger! reader

summary: francis taking over the security guard for the day...

wc: 1.4k

content warning: nsfw, blowjob, vibrators, nipple play, anal, cock can be seen as a strap, exhibitionism, public sex

author's note: hiii! thank u for the ask anon!! sorry for the wait, this one has been collecting dust in my asks for a while :') idk why this took me THREE days to write?? hope u guys enjoy one !! not proof read, minors pls dni !!

it was just another day, but there was a new security guard filling in.

francis was taking care of the affairs of the apartment at the request of a close friend, guarding the entrance for the day. usual protocol: check ids, entry requests, match names and faces.

but something about francis screamed gullible, naive and inexperienced. he just couldn't get every single person in correctly, could he?

"i just forgot my id at home, can't you just let me in?" a clear doppelgänger but it was just francis' first day! how could he tell the difference?

"mmmkay, come on in," and he'd give them such a nice smile, looking up at the doppelganger, handing them their things before they walked through. he was such a nice boy, so ignorant to who, or rather what, he was letting into the building.

so when your doppelgänger friends decided to ring you up to help infiltrate the building, your initial reaction of this pretty man was much different from what you were faced with.

you slipped your forged id and hastily written entry request through the opening, looking down at the man in front of you. "g'afternoon," you tipped your imaginary hat, watching francis gulp.

he couldn't even think straight the moment he got a whiff of your scent, not even carefully inspect the accuracy. lucky you. "c-come on in," he nodded, unlocking the door.

little did he know, you could infiltrate the security office to mess with him.

you creaked the door open, dropping to your knees to crawl towards the unattended male. he was letting in another resident, paying no mind to how you were nestled between his thighs.

but when your hand pressed on the unknowing bulge on his pants, he jolted. his eyes shot open, a small noise escaping his lips. he looked down at you, surprised at your sudden presence.

"shh. can't let 'em know i'm here, hm?" you pressed a finger against your lip, hoping to silence him. he picked up his jaw, biting his lip. "go on," you instructed, smiling at his obedience.

he shot his head up, looking up at his neighbor, william, inspecting his papers as carefully as he could. but the way your palm rubbed his cock through his pants made him buck his hips into your touch.

"h-hng, mm...you forgot to give me y...you're id, ngh..." he huffed, his hips shaking against the chair underneath. your fingers trailed to his zipper, slowly tugging it down.

when he let william in, he looked down at you shaking his head. as much as he wanted to scold you, another resident came in. "behave," he gritted his teeth, furrowing his brows.

as if he was in any position to be ordering you around.

you tugged his pants off, a spot of his underwear soaked. "so cute," you whispered to yourself, your breath making him shudder. he was so sensitive, like he's never been touched before.

"s-so, what brings you h-hengh, here today?" he almost jumped when you pinched at the head of his cock, toying with the pre-cum spilling out.

"c'mon francis, we're good friends. no need for any of that," the dark hair male chuckled, waving him off.

francis couldn't care less if this guy was his friend or foe, the way you were suckling his tip through his soaked undies made his jaw go slack.

you pulled off, looking up at him with furrowed brows. "we're not filming a porno, handsome. put that tongue back in your mouth," you quietly scolded.

he nodded with a gulp, before looking up at the resident in front of him. he looked over the papers, before sliding them back. "everything's go- ooONNGH?"

you fully latched your lips around his cock, the warmth of your mouth making him buck his hips. "what was that, buddy?" the man asked, poking his head backwards to look at francis.

"all good to go," he quickly coughed, sticking his thumb up.

when he locked the door, he threw his head back, tongue stuck out once again. "oooghh...y-you're so good at- ngggHH!" you took the entire length of his cock into your mouth, his tip kissing the back of your throat. "t-that..."

he didn't last long like that, cum pouring into your mouth, spilling down your lips. you looked up at the way his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes squeezed shut when he came.

but you didn't give him very long to recover from his orgasm.

"hnngh? w-what's that- aaNGHH!"

you slipped a bullet vibe into his hole, pressing it deep against his best feeling spot. "wanna see how long you keep your composure with these," you giggled.

"these?" he tilted his head, but gasped when he felt your fingers slip under his shirt, lifting it to reveal his nipples. "mmngh, what's this for?"

you paid no mind to his whines, ripping off tape from his desk to tape vibrators to his chest. you buttoned his shirt again, the outline of the vibes slightly noticeable if you truly looked.

"you'll find out. just be a good boy 'n act normal, kay?" you knelt, looking up at him with an innocent smile.

his eyes widened, fidgeting in his seat. you not touching him made him antsy, but it was certainly easier to do a better job when he wasn't getting sucked off.

unfortunately, when the next resident arrived, you turned on the bullet vibe.

"OONGH?" he moaned so loudly that it couldn't have been mistaken as anything else.

the quiet buzz coming from his unzipped slacks could only be heard by you. his head was fuzzy, he couldn't think about anything except the vibrations coursing through his body just from his ass.

"are you okay, mr. mosses?" the visitor asked, inspecting his face.

if they leaned in any closer, they would've been able to see how fucked out he looked. tear stains on his cheeks, puffy bitten lips and cum pooling on his chair.

"f-fuuck...yes. e-entry request and- hNGH! id, please," he nodded, pretending to look at the entry request thoroughly. you turned on his nipple vibes at the last second when you saw him getting comfortable with the ass vibe.

the vibration on the nipple vibes were much more noticeable, his shirt shaking. the resident didn't question it, more interested in getting into the building.

he covered the drool seeping out of his mouth with the entry request, looking at the visitor with a blush and teary eyes. "y-you can, hnn, come..."

oh he wanted to cum so bad.

"come, mngh, come in. cum, c-cum, cummin', haaNGH!"

he pressed the button, cumming in his pants again, spurting in his chair. he didn't even want to look at the reaction of the neighbor he just let in.

you made him cum so many more times as he continued to fly through residents, making sure to make him cum just as they were about to pass through so they could hear the pathetic moan that burst out when he came.

"t-there's s'much c-cum, mngh..." he huffed, after the last visitor came through the entrance.

"you must be so tired, hm?" you cooed, feigning innocence. you had no plans of making it any easier. "so many people came through today. don't you want to make your job easier?"

he nodded hesitantly.

and so, when the next resident, gloria, came in, there francis was pressed up against the glass with his shirt popped open and pants pooled at his ankles with your cock buried deep in his hole.

"oh my!" gloria exclaimed, looking at the lewd sight in front of her.

"show her what you need to do get into the building, francie," you cooed, pressing the vibe deeper into his prostate.

he was nothing more than a cum dump for you, mind completely clouded by the pleasure he was feeling at the moment.

"i-i need cock f'you to get, hNGH, into the building," his cock smeared his cum against the glass, making pretty shapes for gloria to make out.

you chuckled, gripping at his hips. "and what?" you thrusted into him at a steady pace, his teeth gritting letting out vulgar moans.

"c-can't get in unless i, mmnnGHH, cum! cum, 'm cumming again!, cum, oONGH!" he threw his head back, staining the glass in cum.

the horror on gloria's face contorted into an evil smirk when francis fell over, nipple pressing the unlocked button. she was a doppelgänger, proud of the way you corrupted the security guard.

"have fun with your little toy..." she chuckled, strolling through. francis twitched, cum spilling out of his hole down his thighs.

oh, you were going to have a lot of fun your new little toy.