#i think this could be considered body horror

[strawberryama]

Hot Springs

sequel to favors

haganezuka x younger, fem! reader

content : content : age gap!!! (early/mid twenties reader. If you arent comfy with that/dont like it, just dont read it), tsundere-ish reader, “good girl,” “princess,” piv, brief cunnilingus, oh no i think i’m in love love with the asshole, hot spring, is??? Someone watching??, mating press, creampie

Minors dni 18+!!

It’d been roughly two weeks since that evening, and things began to pick up in the village. Seems everyone and their mother was in need of a sword, whether it be a replacement or someone looking for their first time sword. Either way, Haganezuka was busy. As was Kanamori, and even the chief. They hardly left their workspaces. All meals were brought to the craftsmen and left outside their respective rooms.

And despite it being a rather peaceful few weeks, ______’s body was so tense. So, on this particular night, she found herself headed off to the steaming hot spring, smile on her face. ______’d been busying herself by deep cleaning the entire estate and even redoing the garden. So the very thought of soaking away all the sweat and grime was heaven on earth to the girl. Relaxing her tight shoulder muscles was merely a bonus when she considered how sweaty she’d gotten over the day’s work.

As she reached the spring, ______ began to skip a bit. She could hear the water and it got her giddy. A huge bath all to herself. Just for her. It’d been like that this entire time everyone was busy. And it seemed that she would be lucky enough for a few more days.

But...actually, her luck had already run out.

When ______ finally got to the clearing she shrieked in surprise and horror. Haganezuka of all people was currently occupying the hot springs. Had she not already found herself staring at him, maybe she would’ve had amble time to run off and pretend the scenario never took place. But when Haganezuka looked over at her, ______’s poor attempt to hide in the bushes failed her.

“I already saw and heard you, idiot. Just come join me.”

He was right. She wasn’t very sly at all. Then again, stealth was never her forte.

______ emerged from the bushes, setting aside her soap and towel. Kicking off her shoes, she looked to Hagnezuka. How kind, she thought noticing he turned away. She took that as a sign to untie and quickly fold her kimono before slipping into the hot water. ______ made sure to be quick as she knew if she wasn’t fast enough Haganezuka would make some comment.

She sank down into the water with a sigh as all the tension in her body seemed to just wash away. Her stiff muscles finally took a sigh of relief, relaxing. Her body already began to feel refreshed as the sweat and dirt disappeared into the spring. ______ removed the pin that held her hair up, placing it on top of her neatly folded clothes. It was the same beautiful hair pin that Haganezuka made her. He didn’t know it since he was so busy, but she wore it every day. It was her favorite gift she’d ever received. She could feel the hard work and concentration that was required to make it. It was probably the nicest item she’d ever received.

“Haganezuka-“

“Hotaru,” he said, cutting her off. He still was turned to face away. Thank the heavens he was, his correction alone had _______ burning up.

“H…Huh?”

“Call me Hotaru like you did that night.”

If she was hot before, ______ was now boiling. She wanted to dive under the water and never reemerge. How could this guy make her so nervous but irritate her so much at the same time?

“F…Fine. Hotaru, you can turn around. I’m in the spring.”

It took him a moment but he turned to face ______, a faint red dusting his own cheeks. But the question was, was it the hot spring or ______ that caused that? His eyes met hers but they were quick to wander so shamelessly - eyeing her chest and the perky nipples that tried to hide below the water.

“H-Hey! What’re you doing?”

“Just looking.”

“Well, stop!”

Haganezuka finally cracked a smirk, leaning in, nearly touching noses with ______. “Hmmm? You saying you aren’t interested anymore?”

“I-I didn’t say that!” ______ reared back a bit, almost offended. She didn’t even truly process what she was admitting to that sly fox of a man did.

“Good. Cause I ain’t gonna give you up to someone like Kanamori. And that kid sure ain’t getting you either.”

“Kotetsu?”

“Yeah. Keeps telling me that if I don’t snatch you up, he’s gonna. Something about being better suited for you.”

______ couldn’t hold back the giggle that escaped. Kotetsu was a sweet kid. He’d been the only one not too busy these past few weeks. So, he was often following ______ about during meals and helping send them off to the swordsmen. He was a sweet kid alright. But he was a kid. And not to mention…

“Oi! Don’t laugh!” Haganezuka barked.

“Haha! He’s far from my type. Trust me.”

“Nn? Then what is your type?”

______ felt the heat return to her cheeks as she opened her mouth. “Well…older, for starters; preferably older than me. A man that’s…stubborn but dedicated to his work is nice too. A guy that irritates me to no end and bickers with me; one that mindlessly tracks blood all over the veranda, even if I do have to clean up that big mess.”

With each descriptor, Haganezuka’s smile only grew. He grew closer and closer, eyeing her lips.

“Anything else?”

“A guy that has a thing for wind chimes would be nice, too.”

“Lucky for you, I think I happen to check every single box. Even the wind chimes.”

The shy smile that spread on ______’s face said it all. Haganezuka closed the gap, pulling her into a deep kiss. He was always so heavy and intense compared to _______. When she went in for a soft kiss, he locked their lips together, hands finding and squeezing her waist. He massaged at the skin, beckoning her to straddle his lap.

“Mm,” ______ moaned into Haganezuka’s mouth. She was being swallowed whole it felt like. How did this asshole always know just what to do to? How did she even allow him to sway her this much?

The kiss began to grow needy as Haganezuka’s tongue pushed its way into _____’s mouth. It explored her mouth, hungry for her. His hands on her hips, yanked her closer until her body was flush with his. Haganezuka’s intentions of continuing where they last left off were loud and clear.

But, wait!

______ placed her hands on Haganezuka’s chest, presing back and freeing herself with a gasp. “I needed to bathe. C…Can we…you know?”

That asshole - he quirked an eyebrow, smirk on his lips. “Use your words, princess. Can we what?”

Ugh! Not the ‘princess’…that made her putty in his hands. “C-Can we…continue back at the estate once we get all clean?”

“Oh, you don’t wanna do it here?”

“H-Haganezuka!”

“Hotaru,” he corrected. “It’s okay. You’re a good girl that follows the rules. Nothing wrong with that. You wanna be my good girl from now on, _______?”

If the water wasn’t getting to her, than Hotaru surely was. She could feel how hot her body was. _______ even felt a bit lightheaded. The seductive way he said her name, his thumbs rubbing her hips, it was all so much. “Y…Yeah.”

“Then I suppose we should get this good girl cleaned up,” he whispered against her lips

.

..

..

“Hotaru!” _______ shrieked suddenly.

Hotaru had shoved ______ right off his lap, pushing her into the water. He couldn’t help the loud laugh that erupted from his chest watching as the tiny girl went under with a splash. The betrayed expression that flashed across her face briefly before she was plunged under by gravity was adorable. Truly, he was in love with that brat.

He knew what was coming though. As soon as _______ popped up from the steaming water, the anger was evident on her face. “Hotaru!!!”

“There’s my girl,” he snickered. “That’s the _______ I know - pissed at me for one thing or another.”

“Haganezuka, Hotaru! I’m gonna kill you!”

Hotaru ignored the empty, angry threats thrown at him one after the other. He reached for the soap _______’d left outside the spring, grinning at her so smug.

“Sure ya are. But why don’t you turn around so I can get your back first.”

The growl that she let out was truly the funniest thing Hotaru’d heard in years. She was always all bark, no bite, such a tsundere brat. Seeing her be all mushy and honest about her feelings sure was cute, but Hotaru had an affinity for when that tiny gal was telling him off. The duality of seeing her so pissed and combative only to have her be puddy in his hands, begging and whining for him, was such a sight to behold. And man oh man, it was hot to Hotaru.

So that word vomit of insults and grumbling that left out of _______’s mouth was music to Hotaru’s ears as he washed her back. He massaged at her shoulders, earning a gentle whimper, cutting off the onslaught. Though, as he moved towards her neck, a moan left her lips and Hotaru grinned.

“Hm?~”

“Nothing..”

Hotaru’s grin turned to a smirk as he stood up, towering over _______. He placed a gentle kiss on her neck, testing the waters.

“Haga-“

“Do I need to punish you each time you refer to me incorrectly?”

_______’s body stiffened. Fuck.. “N-No, sir.”

God, that nickname brought visions of that night back to Hotaru. It had him twitching and he could feel heat rising. It was as if he was possessed by his need suddenly as he began to litter ______’s neck with languid kisses.

“Hey! Wh..What happened to cleaning me up?”

Hotaru snickered at this. “You’ll get clean eventually.”

______ turned around immediately, readying to yet again combat the swordsmaker but was met his warm lips upon hers. He hummed into the kiss and ______ could tell that sneaky bastard was smiling. He was all too proud of himself for that one.

Haganezuka grabbed ______ by the waist, pressing her tiny wet body against his large one. He relished in the way ______’s nipples rubbed against his skin, hardening against the cool air as they stood in the spring. It wasn’t everyday he got the bratty little housekeeper’s perfect body all to himself, after all. He grew hard at the sensation, practically shoving his tongue down _______’s throat.

“God, you’re so hot,” he mumbled as he broke the kiss.

“H..H-Hotaru..!”

He just smirked down to her, watching as she clammed up, cheeks turning red. It was just like that night they shared. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t get lost in the memory once or twice since the evening of lust. Hotaru was ashamed but just the other evening he found himself breathless with ______’s name falling from his lips in a wanton hush. His rough, calloused hand was nothing like what ______’s gentle hands had to feel like about him. The thought would only have him bucking his hips more and more, sloppily thrusting in hopes that maybe his favorite little housekeeper’d stumble in on accident. Then knowing how kind she was, she’d repay him his favor. There was no way she wouldn’t. He knew her too well.

Hotaru returned in full force, grabbing at her hips, pulling her into another overpowering kiss. ______ let out a moan of shock and pleasure, gripping at his biceps. Being pressed so closely, ______ could feel everything. And if this was Hotaru’s plan from the start, god was he doing a damn good job. She’d already abandoned the idea of cleaning up. Her mind was too occupied by the tongue that roamed her mouth and the wet cock that at her naval.

______ didn’t even notice as Hotaru’s hands began to roam about his lover’s wet body as he listened to her soft gasps, longing for more. One hand occupied her breast while the other ventured to an all too familiar territory.

“H..Hotaru,” ______ whimpered as her breath caught in her throat.

He brushed aside her moan and began to roll gentle circles into her clit, feeling how truly wet she already was.

______ threw back her head, holding in a whimper at the jolt of pleasure. How was he good at everything? It wasn’t fair. She looked at Hotaru through her eyelashes and she felt herself grow even wetter. The look of concentrated lust and the slight tinge of red on his cheeks was heavenly. He was a truly perfect being.

If it weren’t for Hotaru taking note of how she snuck little glances at him, he might’ve played with her a bit longer. But he couldn’t help himself anymore. He’d held back for what felt like an eternity.

“God, doll. You didn’t tell me you were this creamy,” he snickered. “On your back. I need you. Now.”

______ hesitated in surprised but quickly nodded. Hotaru was hot when he demanded her pussy like that. She waded over to the edge of the spring before shyly turning to face Hotaru. The look of pure lust and hunger in his eyes was suffocating and intoxicating. ______ didn’t even think twice before hopping up on the edge, looking up at Hotaru as he grinned down at her.

“Lay back. I’ve been dying to taste this pussy for weeks.”

Those vulgar words had ______’s toes curling. But Hotaru wasted no time, grabbing the plush thighs before him, nestling his head between them. He didn’t hesitate even a single second before diving right in.

His tongue immediately took to swirling her clit in circles, making her whine. ______’s breasts heaved as Hotaru’s tongue flicked at her swollen little nub. He was a god. How was one person even this goddamn good at eating pussy? And just when she grew comfy, he’d switch it up.

Those thick fingers ______ remembered so well returned to her aching cunt, two slowly slipping in. The stretch was like a warm drink of water after being out in the cold, flooding her senses. Her pussy clamped down on his fingers, welcoming the burn of being stretched out.

They both missed this. They’d wanted this for weeks. They’d needed it. And they finally got it. _______’s fingers were no where near as good as Hotaru’s. They weren’t long enough, and no where thick enough. And Hotaru…he craved her body more than he craved air. He was like a starved man, finally eating for the first time in a week.

“Oh my god, Hotaru!” she gasped in pure ecstasy. “Just like that! Thank you, sir!”

Hotaru grunted before beginning to suck on her clit. He felt her thighs trembling and he hummed, sending a vibration to her core. His goal wasn’t to make her cum just yet, it was to get that pussy nice and wet for his cock.

His fingers curled up every few thrusts, sending ______ into a frenzy. It was the spot that drove her crazy but the inconsistency of it being rubbed against left her craving more. She grew needy, whining loudly.

“‘Taruuuu!!”

“Yes, baby?~”

He knew exactly what she was bitching about. But he wasn’t about to give it to her. Not right now.

“Stop teasing me!” ______ complained.

Hotaru smirked, pulling his fingers out completely. He stood up, looking down on her as he sucked his fingers clean. “With pleasure.”

______ gasped as Hotaru began to fist his fat cock right before her, a sadistic glint in his eyes. He brought the tip to her cunt, rubbing up and down to get his dick nice and slick with her precum.

“Just like you asked, princess. No more teasing,” he snickered.

Hotaru then began to sink his girthy cock into her tight cunt. He hissed as he guided it in, her hole being far tighter than he anticipated. Which meant ______ was gasping, digging her nails into his biceps as he slowly pushed in.

The pair gasped and groaned until Hotaru bottomed out, his hands on either side of ______’s head holding him up.

“Shit….you’re so fuckin’ tight,” he hissed.

______, on the other hand, wasn’t fairing any better. Painful tears lined her eyes as she continued to take shallow breaths. Her nails still bit at Hotaru’s biceps and she gnawed on her lip. “You’re…too big, idiot,” she gasped.

Hotaru couldn’t even be mad at her calling him an idiot. ______ was taking the brunt of the discomfort and had every right to deal with it how she needed to. But the sooner she relaxed, the sooner they both were better off.

Hotaru gently ran his hand up and down her thigh, trying to soothe her. He, admittedly, wasn’t great at comforting others. He’d clam up and always say the wrong thing when he was trying to hard. So, he tried to pick his words very carefully.

“Hey, look at me, princess..”

His hand continued to run up and down her thigh as she looked up at him through a pained pouted.

“Good girl..you’re doing so good,” he whispered. His free hand cradled her cheek, thumb brushing away any tears. “Take your time. I’m right here for you.”

Looking up at Hotaru, ______ melted a bit. The tension and pain eased a bit as she tried to relax. Hotaru was never this kind to her. He was brash, a pervert, and got on her last nerve. Feeling his warm hands comfort her while he tried to offer support was a new feeling. It was a feeling that she would never forget. Not anytime soon at least.

As she looked into his eyes, ______ could see herself falling more and more in love. She was coming to recognize these feelings that she had weren’t fleeting. They were going no where. ______ was deeply in love with this grumpy sword maker. Her breathing hitched and she slowly let go of his biceps.

“‘Taru,” she said quietly as she reached out and took his face in her hands.

“You doing okay..?”

______ nodded, a small smile forming on her lips. “I…I’m okay. You can move.”

Hotaru hesitated but looked down at her. Eventually, he nodded and pulled his hips back slowly. Hotaru couldn’t fight the guttural moan that left his throat as he pulled almost entirely out and then pushed back in fully. He watched as ______ gasped, her eyes going wide.

“Yeah, that feel good?” he snickered.

______ bit her lip, nodding up at him. She looked so fucking erotic to him without even trying. With her arms wrapping around his neck, Hotaru had an amazing view of her body. With every thrust he watched as her tits jiggled, almost as if they were taunting him. He desperately wanted to suck and drool all over them, but he didn’t want to overstimulate his lover too much just yet.

Hotaru very gently took her by the back of the thighs, pushing her knees to her chest. He grunted as he pushed in, going just a bit deeper in this position. He watched as ______’s eyes rolled back and she let out a soft moan.

“Yeah?~ Does the princess like how deep I’m in her pussy?”

______ whined, turning her head to look away. “D-Don’t say stuff like that! It’s dirty!”

He couldn’t even try to hold in the scoff he let out. If she thought that was dirty, she was in for a rude awakening.

“That’s not dirty, ______. Dirty is telling you : this tight pussy is all I’ve thought about for weeks. Every night, I fisted my dick, thinking about it. Dirty is telling you : I wanna breed you and watch the cum leak out of your sloppy little hole. Dirty is-!”

“Okay, okay! I get it! Stop!!” ______ shrieked, scrunching her eyes shut in embarrassment. Her entire face had turned bright red. Her hands covered her face, trying to hide from Haganezuka’s lustful gaze as his hips sped up.

“Oh, yeah? You get it? Then why don’t you say something dirty. Then, I’ll stop talking about this tight, hot cunt. Hm?”

______ eyes went wide and she found herself struggling to make eye contact again. Hotaru took her hands from her face, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. Meanwhile his other hand grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look at him.

______ swallowed thickly, trying to think of something. She had to push down her pride and delve into the depraved part of her that existed somewhere deep in her. She needed to say something, anything! Hotaru was just staring at her with those eyes and that smirk that sent her wild.

“I’m waiting.~”

She scrunched her eyes shut again so she didn’t have to look at him as she spoke softly, “Y…Your cock…is so big…i-it feels like it’s tearing me apart…”

……

To her horror, Hotaru slowed his hips. ______ opened her eyes, mortified thinking she said the wrong thing. But Hotaru seemed to have other plans.

He let go over her jaw and wrists, hands returning to the back of her thighs. With a renewed vigor, he began to pound into her. His hips slapped against hers with such force each time that she felt it with her whole body. She gasped and cried out with every thrust. Haganezuka was putting a good deal of weight behind every thrust, slamming his cock against her cervix.

“Fuuuck, ______,” Hotaru moaned finally. His grip on her thighs became bruising as his hips slammed into hers. “Such a…good…girl…!”

Hotaru grunted with every wet slap of his hips and balls, each becoming more primal than the last. The noises that he made overshadowed the distant rustling of leaves in the night. It overshadowed the trickle of water from the springs. But it became a sweet symphony along side that gasps and moans that left ______’s lips.

“Ho! Ta! Ru!” she cried between thrusts. Her eyes began to roll back and her mouth hung open as she gasped for air.

“Who owns this pussy?”

“You, sir!”

“Louder! Who owns this tight, little cunt?”

“You, Hotaru!!” ______ yelled. Her hands flew to his back, clawing at his shoulder blades as his thrusts became erratic. Her tight cunt clenched about him, unable to take it anymore.

Hotaru was getting closer and closer. He was near feral with how he was using ______’s body. Each thrust nearly sent him over the edge. And when he felt ______’s pussy clamp down on him, he knew it was the final push.

Without warning, Hotaru’s hips slammed into ______’s one final time. His hot, sticky cum filled her up, as he groaned. He fought the urge to collapse on top of her as he knew she was far more fragile and spent than he probably was.

But when Hotaru slid out of ______, he couldn’t help the moan that slipped his lips, his head falling back.

“God,” he panted, watching the cum leak out of her. He couldn’t help himself as he began to push it right back. Though it seemed that _______ was a bit too sensitive for that at the moment seeing as she tried to close her legs.

“Ah, ah! You let me push it back in,” he chided weakly. And while she whined, ______ allowed it. “Good girl.”

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It took a while but the couple did get cleaned up. They relaxed in the hot spring, Hotaru’s arm around ______.

“I’m exhausted because of you, you asshole,” she whined.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll carry you back if I gotta.”

______ huffed and pouted but seemed to accept that as a solution. She cuddled up to Hotaru’s chest, relishing in the hot water for a bit longer.

Due to how tired she was, ______ missed it but Hotaru sure didn’t. There was a slight rustling from the near by bushes in the forest. It could’ve easily been marked off as an animal or the wind. It probably was. But it was enough of a noise and late enough at night that Hotaru made sure to make a mental note. Just to be safe.

When the time came to head back, true to his word, Hotaru piggybacked his new girlfriend back to the estate. He was cautious from the noise earlier but it seemed…it was no threat. At least not to him.

And he’d like to keep it that way

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Optional pt 3

[c0ntr0lledchaos]

2023 Year of Whump - Week 1 Caged

wordcount: 1120

“I am so glad you decided to come to see me, Anna!” The Queen said, walking a few paces in front of Anna and the two guards escorting her. 

The long corridor spun as Anna struggled to stay upright, only managing not to fall from the bruising grip on her arms. Anna had almost managed to slip out of the baggy green jacket she wore, but when the guards realized she was slipping they tightened their grip. She feared if she tried again they might break her arms.

Anna had never felt this sick as far back as she could remember. This was not very far at the moment considering it felt like her head was full of jello. She had a few severe fevers when she was a child, but slept through most of them, once not even realizing she was sick until she woke up in the hospital almost a full 24 hours later. Her head was pounding, and the world felt as if it was spinning around her. The fact that it was possible at this moment didn’t help her ground herself. 

She had been to the Queen's realm a few times before when she was a guest and not a prisoner. Anna didn’t know if it was magic that created this place or simply science that she didn’t understand yet. The line between those two things seemed to get more blurred as time passed. Whatever this place was, it was not made for being seen with human eyes. The walls seemed to shift and change and Anna could not tell where the sky ended and the ceiling began. The first time she was there, she was amazed at the servants and guards passing through the walls and how the scenery appeared to change around her as she moved through the castle. There was no echo no matter where you stood but if someone wanted you to, you would hear them, sometimes without even seeing them. 

The Queen herself was strange too. Her form seemed to barely be held together, her body black and slimy like oil. Her arms seemed as if they might drip right off her body and no matter how much Anna tried, she could not count how many there were. Her body was skinny and hourglass-shaped, completely impossible for a human to achieve and it reminded Anna a bit of Jessica Rabbit. She appeared to be wearing a long, floor-length evening gown but it was unclear where the gown ended and the Queen's skin began. 

“For the time being this will be your home,” the Queen said, turning to Anna as they came to a stop. The Queen’s head was a startling difference from the rest of her body. It was probably the most solid of all of her, appearing to be a bright white skeletal animal head. Anna did not have a lot of reference for what animal skulls looked like but the shape reminded her of a horse, except with a lot more sharp teeth. Her head was as if three skulls had been fused, blended almost perfectly. None of the mouths moved as she spoke. “I know it's a bit… uncomfortable as of right now but I hope that will be a motivator to work with me, my dear.”

Anna looked up, barely registering that they were not in the main hall anymore. This place was dark, and the floor felt soft and squishy, like wet moss. The Queen was standing next to a wall made out of bars and before Anna could process what was going on, the guards thrust her toward the bars. She braced herself but fell right through them and fell to the floor. 

“I do hope you will start seeing things my way darling,” the Queen said, her voice sickly sweet. “The more you behave, the more comfortable I will make your… sleeping arrangements.”

Anna sat up and groaned, holding her head in her hands. Strands of hair fell in front of her face, appearing black instead of brown in the dim cell. In Anna’s swimming vision, it almost looked like the oil that dripped off the Queen. She tried to glare at the Queen but had to quickly shut her eyes again, the spinning room being too much. The Queen chuckled, her shoulders bouncing slightly even though her faces remained motionless. The sound bounced around in Anna’s head and felt like an ice pick was being stabbed into her ears.

“Do not fight it, sweetheart. I know this may hurt right now, but after some time you will get used to it. I’ve heard humans are very adaptable.” The Queen turned and began to walk away, her guards following behind her silently.

“What do you want from me?!” Anna yelled at her, her voice sounding far away and echoing around her. The pain in her head peaked and Anna had to use almost all her willpower to keep from passing out. The Queen stopped at this and turned, looking back at Anna for a moment before speaking.

“That is a very good question,” The Queen said, turning back around to face Anna fully. “And the answer is both complicated and simple.”

The Queen approached the bars again. Anna tried to stand but found herself too off-balance to do so, settling instead to remain seated on the ground. She tried her best not to feel intimidated as the Queen loomed over her.

“You have something I want Anna. Something I have been missing, something that was stolen from me a long time ago. Do you know what that might be Anna?”

The use of her actual name was a bit of a shock to Anna. She had gotten used to the nicknames and terms of endearment the Queen always used for her. To hear her say Anna’s actual name sounded wrong somehow. 

“I don’t know what I have that you want,” Anna said, trying to reason with the Queen. She couldn’t help the desperation that crept into her voice. It was still kinda strange. Up until today, the Queen had been a decent person to Anna. Sure, she was a bit weird but she wasn’t human so Anna didn’t think much of it. She couldn’t help but wonder how many red flags she overlooked. “I haven’t stolen anything from you. I don’t think I was given anything that was stolen from you. Just tell me what it is so I can give it back!”

Another spike of pain sent Anna reeling and darkness seemed to start creeping into her vision. When the Queen spoke next it sounded quiet and far away.

"Well sweety, what's the fun in that? We don’t want any spoilers, do we?”

[solargeist]

You’ve single-handedly caused me to return to the exiled Tommy arc full throttle,, he eats the body and runs, comes back to bury it and it’s gone,,, Dream shows up later with that characteristic “Hey Tommy :) whatcha lookin’ for?” bcus they both know Tommy is coming back to hide what he’s done and now this act of desperation is just another thing for Dream to hold over him,, like “you’re a monster Tommy, but I’m still your friend. Do you think anyone else will love you if they know you killed and ate me? I forgive you. Everyone else will hate you, they’ll be terrified of you, you’re disgusting, but I’m still here”,,, GOSH I NEED TO WRITE SOMETHING NOW

Do y'think he'd still be half eaten ? Revival not taking into the account the flesh that's been ripped from him ? Lol

i think tommey grabbed from the throat and pulled, so it ripped up his face

[keeps-ache]

blood of the covenant

[catliker49]

Hello!!! I have not posted in a while!!!! I haven't had many ideas of what to draw for Welcome Home (I still Love Welcome Home with my entire heart though! Which is frustrating because I do not know how to express my passion for it, aahh!!!!) Here are two funny Wally drawings I did on Paint whilst making funny cat drawings with my friends! (The cat is called Crankenstein and it has a Scrooge outfit, so fun!!)

I might open my ask box (If I can figure out how to do that.. or can do that at all) for ideas or just whatever really! Yay!!

[godsfavoritescientist]

The whole time I've been reading Flatland I've tried to picture what a comparable version of it would be for a 4 dimensional being visiting a 3 dimensional being. I've been picturing 4d vision as being able to see the entire surface area of a 3d object all at once, but now I think that might be comparable to a 2d person thinking that 3d vision only means being able to see all of the exterior edges of an object at once, without picturing any of the planes that connect the lines. I think a more accurate description of 4d vision might involve being able to see *every single* cross-section of a 3d object all at once, from *every possible* angle at once, as one coherent visual whole. And the idea of someone being able to see every single cross-section of a body all at once, brain and guts and everything, laid out all together as if on a flat plane, is a horrifying mental image

[enkidushield-a]

to those of you who don't m.agpod this will not make sense but listen listen -

GLADIO : THE HUNT - manifesting as a man's primal strength, animal instinct, baring too sharp teeth and roaring with the mouth of a beast, a protective and possessive attachment to others, an affinity for tracking - hunting - finding, and the thrill of the chase.

IGNIS : THE EYE - manifesting as a gaze that never wavers until it does, ceaselessly watching, sensing the danger in others and the potential of what is to come, making connections that others do not, an avid need for knowledge, and plans upon plans.

PROMPTO : THE STRANGER - manifesting as being almost and not quite human, lack of self and wavering identity, being a monster underneath it all, the knowledge that your body isn't your own, uncanny valley, body horror, and the struggle to fit the mould of what you think you should be.

NOCTIS : THE END - manifesting as nightmares and dreams that haunt your waking hours, the uncaring and unstoppable cruelty of death, being born to die, sickness and illness but never death - for the world is not done with you, cataclysms and the ability to end them, sacrifice, and walking toward ones end.

[wr0ngwarp]

um. uh. hi every body. something evil and malevolent happened in my brain this month.

this is. um. a Jet Set Radio/Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Death joke AU, spawned out of a in-joke that started in a pokepasta discord. my apologies to both the pokepasta and jsr fandoms

the entire basis is the idea that Corn in Future retconned og JSR Beat as leader/founder of the GGs (is beat being leader in the og even CANON?) so Corn and Beat are the Myras. no it's not a joke funny enough to justify how many hours i sunk into drawing these. no attempt was made to change the setting, assign most of the other cast, or otherwise make this au hold up to ANY amount of scrutiny. if i tried to make this actually work somehow then i'd REALLY end up too far gone. also i keep calling myrtle!beat "Meat".

MEANWHILE, IN A BETTER UNIVERSE:,

[ehlnofay]

19 for the worldbuilding prompts + Torr?

the profound quiet of a small settlement at night

North Eastmarch is freezing cold all over, but it wears different outside the city than within.

Torr would never call Windhelm warm – not even in summer months, no matter how used to it they are – but what little heat it has it clings to with great determination. The walls huddle together, trapping the air so that it’s either still and muggy or a howling wind, like each close-knit house is breathing in tandem. The heat of the people run up and down its streets, blood through its knotted stone veins. The city is alive, an ecosystem unto itself; its snow, dark with footprints, runs sludgy down the roads; a fireplace is always burning somewhere.

Outside of the walls, surrounded by nothing but empty air and snow-laden trees, a slow-moving stream running with barely a burble – it feels dead, in contrast. Silent. Branches reach needle-sharp across the blue-black sky, the ground is gleaming white and undisturbed by anyone else’s footprints, and the nearest fire is the barely visible gleam of the Kynesgrove mining camp, up the hill and through the sporadic spindles of the trees. The breeze ghosts past Torr’s neck and whips the mud-stained snow into a flurry.

In the city, Torr’s comfortable sleeping almost anywhere – as comfortable as they ever get, anyway. Some of the buildings have great gaps under the porch where the snow can’t reach and no-one ever finds them; there’s places in the nooks of the walls, and sheds built into the side of the house that people don’t lock, and Torr knows a few people besides who don’t mind him kipping on their floor every now and again, as long as he doesn’t ask too often. The outside isn’t like that. There’s not many places to go. He’s lurking around Kynesgrove tonight – on his way back from a quick venture out to get some things done that pay better than running errands around the markets – and there aren’t many options. The inn, which he can’t afford – the mine, which would be warm but is very guarded – the miner’s encampment or someone’s house, both of which would most likely result in being chased off. Besides, there’s a performative element to meeting people, especially adults, in strange places, and Torr’s not in the mood to play to strangers. So much of his being is caught up in Windhelm’s grimy alleys, tangled in the hair and fingers of its discarded children; he doesn’t know how to be himself away from it all.

But they don’t have to, seeing as there’s the rickety old sawmill on the edge of a stream feeding into the harbour. It’s not bad, as shelter goes; no walls, so the wind rubs its fingers wraithlike down Torr’s cheeks and tangles them in his hair, but at least there’s a roof. It looks newly thatched, too, the floorboards free of rot, the water-wheel still chugging creakily along. There’s no wood to cut here, all the nearby surrounding trees too scraggy to be worth the bother. The only big ones are part of the grove up on the hill. There’s no point in keeping the mill running, but Torr is glad it is; he watches the distant firelight flickering through the scrub, and listens to the splashing of the wheel. It’s proof that people and the things they make do still exist – if not necessarily here.

It really feels dead, out in the cold, with the leafless trees and the wind that doesn’t even whisper. It always does. It’s a bit discomfiting, which is maybe why Torr doesn’t go on out-of-city endeavours as often as perhaps he could; but really, there’s not work out here enough to make it worth it. There’s always problems with bandits on the road, but Torr’s not a good enough fighter for bounty work; there’s collecting plants and things to sell Nurelion, but that’s easy enough to do on a day trip. (And, really, it’s more for Torr’s own enjoyment, besides. They never even venture far south enough to get to the sulphur pools, which is where the more interesting things grow.)

This trip, though, is an outlier. Unusually efficient. Just a quick job for Niranye, scouting a merchant’s cart on the road – almost definitely for something shady, but that’s not Torr’s business, and it was too much money too easy to turn down. And then – just earlier today, foraging out in the wilderness as best as Torr (a distinctly urban animal) knows how – they’d come across a giant’s corpse, stiff and white as the snow it lay in. Torr’s no master alchemist but they know the value of a cadaver when it comes to brewing alloys and admixtures, so they set to with their blunt-edged dagger and now they’ve got a sack full of what may as well be gold. (Long as it doesn’t start to rot before they can get Nurelion to preserve it, anyway.)

Torr’s going to be rolling in it when they get back to Windhelm. They could use that money for nearly anything – pay off a few things they borrowed, new warm things now that winter’s coming back strong, bedrolls, waterskins. Endless options – which, strangely, is more exciting than it is burdensome.

It’s all the sort of decision that would ordinarily feel life-or-death urgent but right now feels – not small. Not insignificant, not at all, but distant. A choice to be made at another time, by another person.

(Torr’s whole being belongs to Windhelm’s back streets. They’re someone else, away from it all.)

That’s the other thing about leaving the city, spending time in the discomfiting slow-paced ghost-world outside. It’s quiet. Torr sits surrounded by the wind in the trees, the lazy murmur of the stream, the creak of the water-wheel, and nothing else.

He’s been called a worrywart (mostly by Griss in a strop) but to tell the truth he doesn’t think that’s true. Torr doesn’t fuss for the sake of fussing, he just doesn’t like to leave things undone; can’t stop until he finds a solution. Out here, alone, in the empty cold, there are no solutions to find – same old problems back home, he knows, but no steps he can take at this time to right them. That’s never true while he’s in the city, so he can never stop thinking about it, every choice and action accompanied by a buzzing background chorus of everything else he really should be doing – that really should have been done by now – that should never have been left undone this long, what was he thinking? Everything is urgent when it’s doable. But here and now, there’s nothing to do.

So Torr sits hunched on the board floor of the ramshackle watermill, huddled among their heaps of bags and blankets, and thinks of nothing at all.

Not strictly true. They think of supper – haven’t eaten since an apple this morning, except for some snowberries they found around noon, and it’s been a long day. They nabbed some turnips from the garden of the Kynesgrove inn on their way to the mill. They’re fresh, if nothing else – also covered in dirt, so Torr rises reluctantly from their pile of stuff to crouch on the banks of the stream and dip the vegetables in to clean them off. It aches like hell, the frozen water turning their joints to ice – they almost drop the turnip they’re washing, so they scrub it as best they can with the frigid pad of their thumb and whip their hands out of the water soon as they’re able. They stick their fingers in their mouth to warm them back up.

Even after all that time spent warming up their hands, arraying all their belongings back around themself to conserve body heat, the turnips are still cold enough to hurt Torr’s teeth when he bites in. He eats them anyway, relishing a little in the unearthly silence and the aching of his lips and palms. They taste delicious.

With nothing else to do after, the gnawing of his stomach sated, he wraps himself in his shawl and stares up the hill at the camp’s fire until it goes out. The stars wink into brighter being. The wind whistles through the whip-thin branches of the trees. The water-wheel creaks.

Torr sleeps, but he feels like he hears it all – a silent observer, an echo, a beginning – until morning.

[cryptidcalling]

Vesper thoughts; Late Night Swim (Please read the tags for CW before opening)

Sometimes, when it's late at night and he can't sleep, Vesper will go for a swim in the Citadel's private pool. Technically it's Pansa's, but Vesper uses it far more often. He keeps the overhead lights off, just turning on the ambient lights beneath the water, setting them to a soft pink. The water is cold at night, since he never bothers to turn on the heaters. He lowers himself in slowly and launches off the side with his feet, dipping below the water and silently swimming across the length of the pool. He touches his fingertips to the opposite wall, comes up for a breath, and then launches off again. He lets himself get lost in the rhythm of it, almost meditative as each gasp for breath and soft splash fills the otherwise silent room. He'd struggled with swimming when he was young. He'd never seen so much water in one place before, and he certainly couldn't imagine being able to move your body through it. He hadn't been the only cadet who couldn't swim, but he still wasn't willing to be left behind, learning this basic skill as others got to start the real training. He took up every second of pool time he was allowed to. The number of times he'd almost drowned was over half a dozen. It never stopped him. Tonight he swims with grace, barely perceptible in the dark, pink water. On one wall of the pool room is a massive window overlooking the city of Starport. Lights glimmer from below, but up above the jagged silhouette of skyscrapers is a clear view of the night sky. Three moons shine brightly, surrounded by the pinprick light of stars. Vesper lets it interrupt his focus, gliding to the edge of the pool and staring out. The city is always alight, never sleeping, alive with the constant flow of power thanks to Stardust, the lifeblood of the Empire. He's not unlike the city, in that way. As his gaze turns up towards the sky, he gets a familiar feeling in his chest. It feels like someone is pulling him, like there are two strong hands wrapped around his ribs tugging him out toward the sky. The tightness spreads up into his neck, feeling as if there's something lodged there, words he does not know trapped in his throat, desperately needing to be called out. He tries to follow the feeling, let the words free, but there's nothing. He remains silent. Finally, he pushes away from the wall and treads water in the center of the pool. If he looks closely at the water he can almost convince himself that it's reflecting the sky. Vesper takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. He lets himself sink. He can feel it when his back makes contact with the floor. He looks behind him, but nothing is there. Stretching infinitely in all directions is the cold, eternal void of space. His hair flows up above him with no gravity to hold it down. Beyond him is a field of stars, trillions all clustered together, sisters lighting up the otherwise desolate stage in a glittering crescendo of flame and color. For a moment their magnificence is all he can comprehend, and he releases the knot in his throat in a silent, awestruck breath. Bubbles emerge from his mouth and float up and away.

Their beauty reaches his soul, but their warmth is inaccessible at this distance. The void's cold prickles against his skin. His fingers buzz like static, and when he finally brings them up to his face they're a bright pink. With a twitch, his fingertips break away into shimmering Stardust. There's an odd feeling in his chest again. It's different now, not being pulled away but rather crushing in on itself. It feels tight and uncomfortable, constricting his lungs and pressing hard against his bones. He watches as more of his hand disintegrates and floats away from him. It doesn't hurt much. It's prickly and uncomfortable, but then it's just numb. Maybe it will spread across his whole body. That wouldn't be so bad really. He could stay here forever that way. The pressure has turned into pain. It's crushing his lungs, traveling up his esophagus and winding around his throat. It hurts. He wants the light to spread faster, to reach his chest and turn it to dust so the ache will stop. He'll be at rest, his body turned to Stardust, the lifeblood of the Empire. The Empire. Vesper opens his eyes. He breaks the surface of the water with a crash and is able to make his way to a ledge, resting his weight against it as he violently coughs and gasps for air. It takes him several minutes to finally catch his breath. He's tired, and he's freezing, but he feels more at ease than he had before. He gets out and dries himself off, changing into some very comfortable pajamas, a gift from Pansa. He returns to his quarters and crawls back into bed. The covers are soft and warm. Feeling cozy and exhausted, he finds it easy to drift off to sleep. He dreams of stars.

[bhaalsdeepbat]

I REALLY WANNA COSPLAY FROM BG3 but i cannot. pick. who.

it's between shadowheart and isobel rn bc those are the two that do not require bodypaint otherwise i'd be lae'zel

[musical-chick-13]

ALSO now that I'm on the Complaint Train, I would love it if I could say, "This thing might be artistically good on other levels and if you like it, good for you have fun, but the gross way it talks about/handles mental illness is too much for me, to the point where I have to avoid watching/reading it for my own well-being" and people would go, "Yeah, that makes sense, you do you" instead of "Omg, you're so sensitive, lmao just get over it."

[jackgoodfellow]

I made a new suitor for my horror-comedy dating manga concept I Escaped My Genre!

At this community cooking college, majoring in dinner theatre of course means that you must master the art of theatre AS WELL AS the art of cabaret-appropriate foods that align with the themes of whatever show you are doing!

But the college also has a vibrant student theatre scene: Phoenix is actually directing the Drama Club's production of Romeo & Juliet this spring as their end-of-year final! I wonder if Samo will try out! (And I wonder if Phoenix will end up looking romantically into Samo's eyes and finding that in that moment, all zyr carefully-curated bravado drops away, and suddenly, ze is no longer acting; ze is simply feeling, and it changes everything.)

Also, since I put so much work into this character design, Phoenix will absolutely be making an appearance in my graphic novel! (You can find my published scripts and concept art here, if you wanna make my day!)

[bumbleblurr]

you ever think abt how Transformers is similar to other alien scifi media such as the thing & body snatchers in a way. They're aliens that take forms to blend in on earth but what's mainly different, and dictates if this action is considered more malicious or not, is that some of them take forms that are living bodies while the others take forms of non living objects

[bohemiandeer]

You know what hits me hard? When 5 to 6 year old children, all the way in Southeast Asia, knows about what's happening in Palestine right now. That children their age is getting bombed, that they're starving to death, that they're getting shot at, and sniped in the head. Because, just this past 2 or so months, I heard some of the little ones in the Kindergarten classes I'm TAing in as an Intern talk about it. Hell, one of the little boys downright said he didn't like Israel, because Israel is bad, because they do scary things. Another was questioning whether Palestine was bad too, because, "why else would they shooting at them?". A little girl in one of my classes doesn't want to finish her food at all, because she wants to save at least half her meat and rice for kids in Palestine, because she heard that, they don't have food. And that's just the ones I remember. Namely the inciting cases before their classmates slowly follow suit. The littles are fricking SCARED. We had to sit these kids down, and tell them that the topic is too mature for them at the moment, that they shouldn't even be concerned because they're KINDERGARTNERS, they're not even old enough to properly understand. The one teacher I was TAing for had to make a class announcement saying that. What gets me is, these are 5 to 6 year olds, the youngest I've worked with in this specific age group is 4. 5 years old on average, and they've already been exposed to the worst horrors genocide has to offer through the news and snippets of conversation among adults and hell, considering how many of them say they like to play games on Mama's phone, or their IPad, even from fricking social media. And the fact that, these literal babies, from all the way in Cambodia, has more empathy in their entire body and soul, than full grown fricking adults have in the nail of their pinky finger, gets me. FFS we as adults could LEARN from them I feel sometimes. I honestly don't know what to feel about it anymore. On the one hand, this is the next generation I'm working with. And if the next generation's default response to a tragedy such as Palestine, is what I've seen come up on occasion so far? Perhaps there's some bloody hope for this world after all. At least in this country. Especially since a majority of them already come from families who survived a genocide. These are the 3rd - 4th generation descendants of those who survived the Khmer Rouge. They've got grandparents at home, who no doubt are more than intimately familiar with what Palestine is going through right now. And it shows.

But on the other, it makes my heart sink because these are CHILDREN, these are LITTLE KIDS, they should be playing with their toys and watching cartoons and talking to their friends about everything from Spiderman to Speakerman to Kuromi and her friends, and be worried about whether or not they can go to playground that day, guranteed they're well behaved, or if Mama remembered to pack in their costume for swimming lessons that week. NOT JUST MY KIDS. But the little ones in Palestine too. They deserve better. They all deserve, so much better. Hell, it's come to the point that whenever I look at my kiddos right now, whether they'd be working in class, playing, doing something as mundane as eating lunch or getting ready for their nap. I think of the children their age in Palestine that didn't even get the chance to survive. I think of the ones whose memories from this age, is nothing but absolute horror and pain, rather than what has slowly become my normal, who never got to experience what my littles do on a daily basis right now.

Children shouldn't even be concerned about "War", about a Genocide. The last thing that should be on a 5 year old's mind, is pain, and suffering, and the worst horrors imaginable ever to be inflicted on a human being. ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S INFLICTED, ON OTHER CHILDREN THEIR AGE. And for that alone, the world has failed them. Especially the kids in Palestine who didn't ask for any of this. They just wanted to carry on with life as kids do, the same way as my littles do on a daily basis no doubt, learning, playing, chatting with friends over their favourite cartoons and characters, worrying about whether they'd get to go to the playground or not that day.

I apologize for talking about this on this blog. I know my blog tends to be lighter in feel, a lot more unhinged and light hearted typically. I mean, I'm just a fricking nerd who likes to draw and write, and lurk about her favourite fandoms to consume and support what is shared among other nerds who also like to draw and write. But I couldn't stop thinking about it. About contemplating it, especially since I'll be back on a roll tomorrow, working with my kiddos again after not seeing them for 5 days straight because of Holidays. And, I just had to talk about it. This is something I felt I couldn't keep to myself this time, I don't think my soul'd be able to carry it. I had to talk about it.

FREE PALESTINE. Our children deserve better.

[gutghost]

Imagine you get cheated on...BUT- the cheater turns kinda...yandere?

It felt like an awful nightmare. Bile rising in your throat as you looked at your lover - the person who you loved through their highest and their lowest, the person who you invested blood sweat and tears into, the person you promised yourself to - undoubtedly pressing their lips to another person's. It took a hot minute before you tried to step back, only for you to bump into the doorway, causing a loud thump. The two looked at you, one with horror, the other with confusion. It took you no time to turn around and make a run for it. A hiccup making its way out of your throat as you felt a sob start to shake through your body.

It's been afew months, well. More then few months since that incident, and safe to say you have been doing...fine. not great, but fine. You've decided to collect your things while your lover was away from the house, your friends and family helping you out as you found a new place to live. It was bare bones, considering you didn't take the shared couch, or tv, dressers, not even bed. But it was yours, and you've been getting by. You'd like to think you've gotten stronger.

That was until odd things started happening around your apartment. Things were being moved, shit you know you wouldn't misplace. Your clothes were going missing, much to your dismay. You barely had any, so to lose even one shirt was frustrating. Then roses started appearing in vases in your home. Seeing as actual items were showing up you decided to call the police, and when it seemed that the window to your bedroom was broken, seemingly from an outside force, they told you to invest in better security as they kept a look out.

Which is why you were going to the store so late at night, I mean, what could go wrong?

bad decision, you later decided as you looked at the scene infront of you. Your throat tight, bile rising, just like that night, the night you lost your true love. In front of you was your lover - now ex - looming disheveled, gasping for air as their voice broke, a small, unnerving, almost crazed look, crossing their features.

"My love, my everything, oh please-"

"Dont."

Your lip trembles as you step back, your look of surprise quickly turning into that of anger. They had no right to call out to you with such fondness, not after what they put you through. The pain and suffering, all due to the person who swore to love you.

A look of hurt crossed their face at the sight of you backing away from them, as if you kicked a puppy. The idea sickened you. Quick to try and close the space once more as they struggled to walk straight they would stumble forward. Their voice trembling as they fell to their knees, a whimper coming from them as they scrambled to grab at your sweatpants.

"Please - my love I beg of you, I know what i did was sin, I know - I've never been more sick in the mind then i was that night, oh I was so stupid, thinking I could ever so much as THINK of another woman! Even more so after wards, how could I think I could ever live without you??? You! Oh precious you, the sun only shines when you are near. Those next few weeks were torture my dear, I've never wanted anything more then to RIP MY SKIN OFF WHEN I REALIZED MY MISDEEDS."

Their insane rambling continued as you tried to shove them off, tears starting to stream down their gaunt cheeks. Had they been eating? You wondered as you tried to get them off you.

"I'm...i'm better now though! I've never been thinking clearer, I came to a realization life isn't worth living without you! But by then- you...- you had already left, I tore through that house to try and find you but you had already been far gone. I asked your family, your friends - but all of them simply turned me away, your LOVER - isn't that what I am? I am, aren't i?? They should've...they-"

You couldn't listen to this anymore. A disgusted feeling filling your gut. What did you ever see in them?? You quickly shoved them away, a small gasp coming from them as you stepped away, your ex lover falling backwards onto the sidewalk. A look so firey resting on your face it could rival the heat from the depths of hell.

"You lost that right. You lost it the moment you took that person into your arms, the moment you brought them into our home, the moment you pressed your lips against theirs."

They seemed dumbfounded, sobs starting to wash over their body as they tried to sputter out apologies. But you had none of it.

"Did you get a kick out of it? Seeing me suffer? Seeing me jealous as you placed your hands on that person's? Your lips on them? When i left did you just go right back to kissing on them? Fucking them??"

You spat at them, your ex lover crying their heart out as they struggle to breathe. Whether it be from guilt or heartbreak, you weren't sure. They shook their head as they continued to cry, trying once again to reach out to you, to hold onto you for that comfort you once so readily gave them. But you stepped back, putting space between you once more. A scoff coming from you as you did so

"Baby please don't do this to me, please please please-"

Their voice wavered heavily. Some part of you, the part buried deep down in your heart, ached at the sight of them so broken down. They looked ill, both mentally and physically. But what done was done. You quickly turned on your heels as you made your way home. Your ex lovers cries filling the street as he urged you to come back, to not leave him. To not abandon him.

Maybe some sick part of you felt good that you left them a blubbering mess, after all. They rept what they sown, did they not?

Little did you know, oh how blissfully unaware you were. They were gonna get you back, one way or another. They will have you back in their arms, with all those roses they left in your apartment in pretty vases all over your newly bought home in the woods, far from everyone.

They will have you be their's again.

that corpse that once used to be their side piece left rotting under the concrete of their basement proves it.