#i thought we were just playing :3c

[shirogane-oushirou]

finished two ren pics yesterday that i'd been sitting on for a while, started TWO craft projects today (making a cheap DIY bobbin lace bolster pillow + making a ren doll (or two???)) AAAAAND i just found a program that lets me use my ipad as a tablet for my laptop and bought CSP 3.0 on sale. >:333333c Beware.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Miss Raven may ask for some spoilers please?? 😨 what is this i hear about horror and Malleus knocking on the door? What the fuck is happening over there??? 😭

[You can read my thoughts on the book 7 chapter 12 part 3 update here!]

Idia’s connection to the rescue squad (via his tablet) is cut off in 7-280; we then see Idia in 281 coding away in his dream when there’s a sudden knock at his door. He asks who is it, and Malleus responds with, “It’s me […] Malleus Draconia.”

WhICH v ERY UNDERSTANdABLY SENDS IDIA INTO A PANIC

7-282 opens with Idia trying to stay calm and act like everything is normal. He says it’s rare for Malleus to visit Ignihyde. They don’t have a dorm leader meeting today, do they? Well, Idia would just tune in via his tablet anyway~

“Shroud. I have something to ask you. Open the door.” (Note: Malleus is not able to automatically blast it down because Idia has special technomantic bullshit in place protecting from unauthorized entry into his room.)

Idia asks Malleus what did he want to ask? They can do a video call; Idia’s not so good with face-to-face convo. A video call’s more convenient for them both, right?

Unfortunately, Malleus refuses. “No, now. There is something I must make certain of right now.”

Idia wonders what that “something” is.

AND THiS IS ThE mo MENt WHEN tHD E HORROR kiCKS IN FULL foRCE…

“Shroud. You—

“Are you awake?”

THEN WE CUT BACK TO RIDDLE’S DREAM AND DON’T GET TO SEE IDIA AGAIN UNTIL 7-294… These scenes were just something straight out of a horror movie.

This isn’t properly conveyed through my summary, but there’s a lot more that’s just creepy about 7-281 and 7-282. For example, the OST track Puzzling is playing in the background; it’s very ominous-sounding. I also trimmed out a lot of Idia’s internal panicking, which heightens the sense of dread building in your gut as you read the lines. Every so often, the screen even fills with static, almost as if Malleus’s cold fury is warping the dream or the game itself. It’s like building up to a horrifying jumpscare.

Wieiwieidwheuwudg While writing this response up, I actually found someone that uploaded 7-281 and 7-282 (with English subtitles, for your convenience)! You should take a listen yourself to see what I mean :3c Drink up all those horror vibes…

dhjsvskwnzks Anyway, this is why you’ll find a lot of horror themed fan art in the wake of the recent main story update ^^

[elfarons]

OKAY BUT DAD!REN WALK WITH MEEE

cw: fem reader, fluff, body insecurity, lowkey just a mashup of dilf ren teehee

it took a while to get ren to open up, but you stayed persistent and got them to rely on you for their more vulnerable moments. ren confessed he never saw himself with kids, or worthy of being a parent with you, but after years of just the two of you, you both decide to raise a child.

ren had no more time to overthink the small things because his family was top priority, what with all the late nights taking turns rocking the baby to sleep, staying consistent on feeding and nap times, and everything that comes with raising a human.

as time went on, he would indulge his little family with anything they wanted. going to all his kids school plays, or going to drop off lunch for you at work. all the movie nights of buckets of popcorn or eating all the junk food when out somewhere with you guys.

you guys were his world.

---

but sometimes ren forgets that he's in this together with you.

while in the line for a ferris wheel at an amusement park, you notice him zipping up his jacket and glancing at some of the other younger couples, "i thought you said it's burning hot?"

"i just think the outfit looks better like this dont'cha think?" he ruffles your kids hair when they nod at him, but you know it's deeper.

you pry a bit more and eventually ren relents, "it's just... i look so different from when we first met, and i'm just wondering if i'm still attractive to you..."

you felt guilty for not noticing ren becoming more self conscious and how they didn't wanna burden you with it.

you reassure them that you accept them no matter what, and honestly all you noticed was how good of a dad he's been! you barely noticed that his stomach is a bit more round, his arms a bit bigger, and the hair that now covers nearly all of his skin

but you are IN LOVE WITH IT!

he can easily carry a baby in each hand, he keeps you all super warm in your sleep as the family's heater, and he just looks so adorable fussing over your small children when he's basically a walking mountain.

he's just an amazing parent and his body is physical proof of his love.

---

on a normal day, you would wake up and cook breakfast because you can't trust ren. but one day, you wake up to the sound of ren and your spawn in the kitchen.

wait, ren is cooking?!

you bolt out of bed and run down the hallway to the kitchen, and once you turn the corner, you're.... confused?

ren is sitting on his heels with his head down and letting one of your kids scold him, "papa, i told you a billion times to only use one-four cup, not a full cup! are you trying to kill mama?!" ren shakes his head in shame and puts his head on the floor, going along with their antics, "i am sincerely sorry, sweetie. please do not speak of this to your mom."

you stifle a giggle and walk away to let him handle it, hearing the exchange eventually end with your kid taking over the kitchen and ren as their assistant.

when you finish your morning routine, you go back to the kitchen and ren gives you a special version of their pancakes, with your favorite toppings and your favorite drink.

"you two are so sweet! what is this for?"

the smaller copy of ren smiles wide, and excitedly says, "i watched papa makeyour favorite! he said it's because you make him feel better about himself."

ren nods and adoringly gazes at you, "you helped me through all my problems no matter how small, so i wanted to show you how much i appreciate you"

you kiss both of their cheeks and you all start digging in, ren and the head chef high fiving under the table when you point out how delicious it tastes.

ren thought he'd never make a good parent, but it comes so naturally. you love them even more for it.

author's note: ok hi i literally made this in like an hour bc we talked about him for literally like 10 mins and im CRAZY i need him so byad,, but i hope you guys like this mess :3c

ty kami + cybele for the inspo on the cooking part !!

dividers by @/enchanthings

[bug-bites]

batfam beach episode?? real not clickbait no glue no borax??

cw: nothing! pure vacation beach fluff (p≧w≦q) also barely proofread,,,

pairing: gn!reader x batfam (NOT ALL AT ONCE.)

characters: dick grayson, jason babygirl todd, cassandra cain, tim drake, damian wayne (all intended to be interpreted as either romantic or platonic unless its damian. ik in some comic runs he's like an adult but hes like permanently 12 in my head and i dont fw that :/)

a/n: im back with a new dc obsession tee hee (soz to everyone who wanted more abt the cod guys or spiderverse im comicsmaxxing and redhoodpilled) will probably make a part 2 w/ bruce, babs, steph, and duke eventually :3c

Dick Grayson haha dick

oh he loves the beach so much

the sand beneath his feet make him feel nostalgic from when he would practice tumbling with his parents in the circus ring i think there's sand in circus rings right? I dunno someone fact check me on that one

the victim of being buried in the sand, always asks for a mermaid tail but ends up with something like massive sand tits (courtesy of either tim or jason), he laughs it off anyways

somehow gets the worst tan lines. He wore a swim shirt one time and never again because the tan lines looked SO BAD which is a total shame because he tans gorgeously

will beg to do play shoulder wars i have no clue if this is the right name, again fact check me for this thing where you get a piggyback ride from someone and you try to knock someone whos also getting a piggyback ride over in the water

you’re on his shoulders since bro is strong asf and you square up against tim and damian

obviously you lose because hello that's damian wayne we are talking about but at least its fun!!

cass and jason are forever the undefeated champions of shoulder wars though, that goes without saying

Cassandra Cain

shes always seen beach episodes in animes that damian practically dragged her into watching so when she gets to actually go to a beach she is so excited peak sibling bonding is dragging your siblings into your interests

loves building sandcastles and writing things in the sand, watching it get washed away, and then do it all over again

hold her hand and jump over waves together on the shore and she will be the giggliest and happiest human being alive on planet earth

but out of all the beach activities she loves beach volleyball

shes actually scarily good at beach volleyball for someone who has never played volleyball before

dick thought it would be fun to teach her and have a friendly match between him and bruce vs you and cass

yeah bruce and dick were COOKED. huffing and puffing like they have a vendetta against the three little pigs at the end of it while cass is like “this is so fun, lets go again!”

ends the day with a little sunset stroll along the shore i need her so bad you do not understand please bbyg ill treat u soooo well

Jason Todd

beaches are fun on paper for him, in person not so much

PERSONAL HC INCOMING! He gets migraines after the lazarus pit so he can only have so much fun before needing to lie face down with his head covered with a beach towel to make everything less overwhelming or he wears sunglasses the entire time

he brings a book to read at the beach and stays in the shade the entire time yes he is that bitch

usually at home in the comfort of his little library he likes to read things that have an impact on him or just stuff that makes him want to analyze deeper. think books like frankenstein, lord of the flies, all quiet on the western front, just generally heavier stuff

but his vacation books? totally different. usually something super light, maybe a shitty romance book that you find in walmart which are clearly just results of book packaging, or a some booktok recommendation he got for shits and giggles because it just was so laughably bad, maybe even a childhood feel-good book like percy jackson or the little prince (mostly just books he would not grieve over if sand permanently got in between the pages)

he tried reading a colleen hoover book once and honest to God wanted to toss it into the ocean HE WOULD HATE HER BOOKS AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL

but out of everything he likes watching you enjoy yourself, his book wasnt that important anyways. show him that funky sand dollar you found or that really cool piece of seaglass, he’s probably gonna bring it home with him. a little keepsake along with the millions of grains of sand that never seem to go away

Tim Drake

Burns so easily

At first its kinda cute, like hes asking you to help him get that spot on his back he just cant seem to reach and its just a little sweet moment between you two as you rub the sunscreen into his sore muscles

But then it happens again. And again. And again to the point when he goes up to you, you automatically reach for the tube of SPF 100+ 

I just know his vitamin d deficiency goes crazy

Leaves the beach looking like a lobster, sunburnt, a crazy bump on his head from getting hit with a volleyball, and some god awful sunglasses tan lines

Overall, beach activities are not really his thing bros job is NAWT beach

Enjoys the boardwalk a lot more than the beach itself, likes the touristy stuff but still goes to the beach because dick loves it and he loves his older brother :(

Damian Wayne

i feel like he wouldn’t care too much for typical beach stuff. like at every beach that has sand and decently clean water you can do most beach activities

one thing that is never 100% consistent at all beaches is what lives on the beaches. this boy will spend hours staring into tidepools 

bruce was lowk concerned because his son did not gaf about normal beach activities that kids do but eventually he reached a point where he was like "i mean at least hes having fun and being safe"

i feel like talia would always show him books of sea creatures when he was little but he never ended up being able to see them in their natural habitat someone take this boy to an aquarium now

tells you fun facts about each creature you come across

will scold you if you take a shell from the beach, definitely says some shit like “how would you feel if someone ran into your house and just took your bed?”  based though, leave shells at the beach yall! taking them is like bad for the ecosystem

brings his notebook around and has little sketches of the sea creatures

even though typical beach activities arent his favourite, he doesnt hate it. he likes that he can catch a break from all the vigilante stuff and spend time with his family as a family and not just as a team

loves scuba diving. idk it just somehow makes sense and i think he would look really stupid in a wet suit

also i feel like he would never mention it but in his mind hes fully thinking "this is just like a beach episode" but he would rather die than say it out loud FUCKING NERDDD

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

I'm just thinking about your shockwave and soundwave x reader fics (their amazing btw) and I can't stop thinking about soundwave mentioning how frenzy and rumble are small enough to spike and reader and it got me thinking about shockwave and soundwave just watching as the two tag team the reader together 😭

I’m deviously rubbing my hands together in a dastardly, bastardly way >:3c

I’ve had this exact idea on my mind but I didn’t know how to go about it. Now, Anon, you have given me permission to release the horny flood gates

NSFW MDNI!!

Frenzy, Rumble, Soundwave, and Shockwave x Reader, AFAB gender neutral reader, racially ambiguous, sub reader, pet play, exhibitionism, fingering, humiliation, vaginal penetration, oral

“You really think we can fit in there, boss?” Frenzy spoke up as he spread your labia open.

You were leaned back up against Rumble with your ankles held firm in his servos and your legs spread wide open for Frenzy’s curious poking and prodding.

“Affirmative,” Soundwave replied enjoying how his cassettes toyed with you.

“I have trained them to take objects much larger in their valve,” Shockwave spoke up. “You should have no trouble penetrating them.”

“Who invited the lab rat?” Frenzy snapped back as he hovered over you possessively. “I thought we were getting a reward not being punished.”

“Desist,” Soundwave ordered. “Shockwave has chosen to share his pet. Do not make him regret his decision.”

“Yeah, Frenzy,” Rumble piped in. “Better behave or you won’t get to spike ‘em down first!”

“Shut up,” Frenzy mumbled trying to refocus his attention on your pussy.

His digits spread open your labia trying to make sense of your fleshy genitalia in comparison to a valve. He seemed to understand the basics as he moved his fingers up your slick slit to rub at your clit.

You moaned arching your hips into his touch.

“Needy little thing,” Frenzy smirked. “How’s a shut in like ol’ Shockwave ever get a cute thing like you all to himself?”

Frenzy continued rubbing your clit in fast circles enjoying how you squirmed in Rumble’s iron grip. “You’re already fuckin’ soaked!” Frenzy laughed moving his digits away from your clit to plunge into your hole. The wet squelching noise you produced when he rapidly fucked his fingers in and out of your pussy only further proved his point.

Rumble couldn’t help but laugh at how you seemed to squirm in embarrassment. “Look at ‘em,” Rumble teased pulling your legs to your chest. “They’re actin’ like they’ve never had their valve played with!”

You tilted your head back and away from the wet noises your body produced. Having sex with Shockwave was one thing, Soundwave joining in was another but being watched by the two of them while Soundwave’s cassettes fucked you made you feel suddenly shy.

“I thought you said you socialized them all properly, Shockwave?” Rumble asked with a smug grin.

“They have indeed been properly socialized,” Shockwave confirmed. “However it seems they are extra bashful in this situation.”

You cracked out a moan when Frenzy’s metal fingers massaged your G-Spot with fervor.

“That’s funny because their valve is clampin’ down on my servo like no one’s business,” Frenzy said trying not to gawk at how your pussy slobbered on his fingers. “They might be actin’ all shy but this valve doesn’t lie.”

“Shockwave!” You moaned out in a whimper.

“I am not the one currently pleasuring you, pet,” Shockwave scolded. “Thank Rumble and Frenzy for your current state.”

“Thank you!” You moaned out.

“That’s better,” Frenzy smirked. “Keep soundin’ like that and ol’ Frenzy will take you where you wanna go.”

You could feel the intense heat from Rumble’s modesty plate on the back of your neck. You squirmed trying to keep the scalding heat from burning your skin but also in frustration at how every mech in the room right now had their spikes frustratingly tucked away.

“Please!” You cried feeling Frenzy pick up the pace and curl his fingers inside of you.

“Yeah? You want to overload on just my digits?” Frenzy huffed his gaze fixated entirely on where your pussy welcomed the middle and ring fingers of his servo into your warmth.

“Please! I want your spike!” You cried trying not to kick your legs in frustration.

“Holy shit,” Rumble laughed in response to your begging. “They really are a desperate little spike sleeve like you said, Boss.”

“They are able to service spikes with their intake,” Soundwave pointed out.

“No way,” Rumble said excitedly. “We can totally spear them all the way through on our spikes!”

Frenzy chuckled at his fellow cassette bot’s recommendation. “Well flip ‘em over!” Frenzy said pulling his fingers from your needy hole. You whined in response to being empty once again.

Rumble wasted no time in dropping your legs so he could grab your hips and flip you over so you were on your hands and knees. When the world stopped spinning and you found your balance on all fours you were finally greeted with your prize.

Blue with red biolights and incredibly thick. Rumble’s spike stood proudly in front of your face with globs of transfluid leaking from the tip.

Your mouth watered at the sight. You practically pounced on the mech grabbing his spike with one hand and steadying yourself on the other. Rumble let out a deliciously low groan in response to your soft hand gripping his needy cock.

“Actin’ like ol’ Shockwave here never spikes you down,” Rumble laughed. You panted in excitement giving his spike a couple tugs before leaning forward and licking the tip.

“The human libido is truly remarkable,” Shockwave noted proudly.

Rumble sputtered for a second at the warm contact of your tongue and he had hardly any time to recover before you popped the tip into your mouth with a moan.

“Primus!”

“Makes me wonder how good this little valve is gonna be,” Frenzy smirked while spreading your vulva with his thumb.

You ran your tongue around Rumble’s tip savoring the acidic taste of his transfluid. You pushed your mouth down further along the hot metal of his spike giving him a firm suck to test how he felt in your mouth.

Blue servos grabbed onto your head as the cassette bot leaned over and moaned out your name.

“Spike servicing satisfactory?” There was a hint of amusement to Soundwave’s voice.

“They’re fraggin’ amazing, Boss,” Rumble whimpered giving your mouth shaky thrusts.

You yelped lurching forward and gagging around Rumble’s spike in the process. Frenzy laughed wiping the spit from his intake after slinging his intake lubricant at your presented pussy.

“Gotta make sure you’re plenty wet,” Frenzy teased giving your ass a firm slap.

Both cassettes watched in awe at how your cheek fat rippled.

“Do that again,” Rumble groaned while thrusting into your mouth.

Frenzy gave you another stinging slap making you whine around the spike in your mouth.

“Frag,” Rumble moaned holding both his servos to the back of your head. “Think they can take a beating?”

“Humans can only endure so much impact play from a Cybertronian before needing medical attention,” Shockwave intervened. The last thing he needed was for the cassettes to get carried away and end up with you breaking something.

Frenzy delivered a delicious clap to your hip as his spike slid through your folds. “How much, Doc?” He asked rubbing where he had slapped you. “Or should we test that out for ourselves.”

Shockwave thought for a minute. While he was curious about how much your body could truly handle before needing to be put into some form of critical care, he was not up to speed on his human biology enough to care for you. Yet the temptation of scientific discovery left a tingling at the back of his processor.

“They know their limits,” Shockwave reassured. “But you will need to be mindful of their fragility.”

Frenzy seemed a bit frustrated at this but nodded not wanting a new toy like you to be taken away. Not when you made such cute gagging noises around Rumble’s spike. Next time they have their way with you they’re gonna need to switch spots.

“Gonna fuck this little valve,” Frunzy growled pressing the tip of his spike against your pulsing hole. “Gonna rearrange whatever goo you have inside your fleshy frame.”

You pushed your hips back trying to spear yourself on his cock. Frenzy was delighted by this and decided to shove his entire spike within you in one thrust. Your whole body shivered adjusting to his girth. You couldn’t tell if the choking noise you made was in response to Frenzy abusing your hole or Rumble shoving his spike down your throat.

"You're really gettin' off on this, huh boss?" through your blurred vision you could see Rumble's lip plates moving as he spoke. You barely registered what the cassette bot was saying until another firm smack to your bottom jolted you out of your haze.

"Come on and strike a pose, fleshie," Frenzy teased.

Rumble forcefully grabbed your head making you turn with his spike still in your mouth so you could see the red blinking light on the side of Soundwave's helm.

He was recording you.

He was recording you being absolutely ruined by his cassette bots.

You shuddered and clamped down on Frenzy's spike earning a shaky moan from him. You shakily held up a peace sign and tried to smile while Rumble fucked your mouth. Drool spilled down from the corners of your lips and was now made a light pink color thanks to the transfluid that leaked out of Rumble's cock.

"I assume you will be sharing your recordings with me later, Soundwave?" Shockwave asked freeing his spike from behind his modesty plate.

"Affirmative," Soundwave replied. Even in his even robotic voice you could sense some slight excitement in his words. There was a shakiness to his voice that affirmed his delight in the sight before him.

Shockwave gave his spike a firm stroke watching how the cassettes frantically fucked their spikes into you. You were such a good and well behaved pet to humor him like this. Your pretty holes so well trained to take spike and greedily swallow up any transfluid left behind. He could only watch proudly as he pleasured himself to your soft body being defiled by Frenzy and Rumble. The wet, juicy noises you made as your pussy welcomed Frenzy and you swallowed Rumble’s spike were an homage to how Shockwave had corrupted you. His shy, sweet human turned into a fuck toy for mechs twice their size. Nothing but a wet hole for their lover and his associates to fuck.

You pushed up your rear and arched your back for the viewing pleasure of your spectators and whoever else would view Soundwave’s recording. Frenzy greatly appreciated this as he took handfuls of your cheeks and squeezed plush flesh there. You took a more submissive pose with both your hands planted below you and your head angles to better take Rumble’s spike down your throat.

“C-can we overload inside ‘em?” Rumble moaned feeling your tongue dancing along the underside of his metal cock.

“Yeah,” Frenzy said in agreement. “I wanna see this human valve exploding with transfluid.”

“You have my permission to overload within my pet,” Shockwave replied.

With that Frenzy wrapped his arms around your middle and pistoned his spike into you like your pussy was the only thing keeping his spark going. The harsh slap of flesh against metal made your rump sting yet you were able to ignore your pain as every inch of Frenzy slid along your walls and wailed against your most sensitive spots.

You squeezed your eyes shut and moaned a muffled sound around Rumble’s spike. The blue cassette bot grabbed your hair and pushed your nose against the metal plate of his pelvis. Thick globs of pink transfluid rushed into your mouth and down your throat. You choked and gagged trying to swallow around the girthy metal intrusion that twitched in your mouth while trying not to drown in Rumble’s release. Streams of spit and transfluid flowed from the corners of your mouth and puddled between your hands.

“You were keepin’ this from us, Boss?” Rumble asked breathlessly as he shivered through his orgasm.

Soundwave stood up and moved over to where you three were. He crouched down beside you trying to record how his cassette’s overload leaked from your mouth and how your eyes rolled back in pleasure.

“Release their intake,” Soundwave ordered. “Slowly.”

Rumble pulled on your hair as he slowly slipped his spike from your mouth. You happily ran your tongue along his sensitive metalic phallus the entire way.

“Fuckin’ greedy lil’ thing,” Rumble groaned in response.

You coughed a little bit pushing some transfluid out of your throat once Rumble fully pulled his spike out of your mouth. Soundwave was sure to capture how your drool mixed with Rumble’s transfluid.

Now with your mouth empty your moans flowed freely into the room. You begged for more, wailed and cried for Frenzy to tear you in two with his spike. Your soft body was pinched against his metal plating as he jackrabbited his spike into you. With a final harsh push he released his transfluid deep inside you. You could feel the tip of his spike kissing your womb as his release flooded your cunt and dripped around where he spiked you.

Frenzy shivered as he gripped onto you further in a possessive hold. You were possibly the best entertainment he’s had since being on this stupid rock of a planet.

Soundwave turned his attention to his other cassette making sure to record where Frenzy’s spike slipped out of your used hole. A sloppy mixture of your own arousal and Frenzy’s transfluid dripped out of your pussy and onto the space between your knees in globs. Soundwave recorded how your cunt clenched around nothing and how your ass pulsed.

“Frag,” Frenzy groaned giving you a sharp slap to your ass. “Damn human hasn’t even overloaded yet!”

“What?!” Rumble called grabbing your hair so you’d look him in his optics. “After all that you’re still not wrung dry?!”

You were about to respond but gasped when you felt Soundwave’s digits pushing Frenzy’s overload back into you.

“We will take it from here,” you turned your head to Shockwave had stood up from the berth.

“Frenzy and Rumble: do not need to stay if maintenance is needed.”

“No! I’m stayin’. I wanna another turn with this spike sleeve,” Rumble smiled rubbing his spike against your face.

You shivered knowing that you’d be used by the four mechs before you for the next recharge cycle.

[bunnypeew]

my sweetheart- Cooper x Fem!reader

okay so i’ve wanted to write a one shot of The Ghoul cuz he’s so funky I love him!!!! so this is an attempt to writing something that isn’t hazbin hotel heheheh :3c

the surface was something else, and for a vaultie like her it was terrible but she’ve been out and about for at least a decade now so she knew her way around. She had her fair share of partners sure, but finally after years she found the one, the perfect person for her. Coop was a ghoul, a pre war one too and for those 200 years he hadn’t found anyone after Barb, no one at all, but something about her changed his heart forever.

they met during a bounty hunt, long before the Wilzig one,, and they just so happened to bump into each other in Filly, it was definitely not normal to see a ghoul there so she got curious, she said sorry for bumping into him, tucking her hair behind her ear out of slight embarrassment

''Don't worry, I'm not gonna crumble after a slight push,,

he says smirking, lit cigarette in between his lips, takes a puff and looks back at her

''say do you by any chance know where I can find this fella here?,,

he says showing a drawing, of what seems to be a wanted poster, she looks at it carefully only to not recognise the guy and biting the top of her finger looking at the ghoul

“sadly no, but i can help you find him! i’ve had a few bounty hunts in my time,,

she says, kinda proud of herself since she hadn’t been doing that for long, and she thought she was pretty good at it

the ghoul looked her up and down, not in a rude way but it was the fact she was still wearing her vault suit, after years of not being in a vault she was still to attached to it and couldn’t take it off, of course she tweaked it a little bit with patches where holes where and some armour on top so it wasn’t in its original state

“sorry sweetheart but i don’t think a vaultie like you would ever take on of my bounties,,

she seemed a bit taken aback by his sentence but tried not to show it, she strikes a bit of a pose, hand on her hip and the other one takes the poster from his hand, gently of course

“well, try me!,,

the ghoul smirks again, taking a last puff from his cigarette then making it fall on the ground and stomping it with his boots

“sure thing,,

that was the day they met,, and since then they’ve been inseparable.

now in the present they would take bounties together all the time, but now was one of those days where they stayed home, they got a little cottage in the middle of nowhere, near enough vegetation to grow their crops

they were relaxing on their bed, she was playing on her pipboy while he was reading a book, suddenly he plops down his book and looks at her being concentrated on her game, he starts kissing the back of her head with soft little pecks making her shiver a bit but still playing the game

“hun get off your pip boy and come cuddle with me for a lil, huh?,,

he says now kissing her neck, so she decided to turn off the pipboy and give her man attention.

she turns around and gets under his arm cuddling in, then looks him in the eyes

“how lucky i am to have you Coop,,

he chuckled and looked at her kissing her nose

“I think it’s the other way around my sweetheart,,

this is a short one!! but i like it!! WE LOVE THE GHOUL RAAAAAH

[actuallysaiyan]

76. “You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck.” from smite to reader mayhaps :3c

warnings: villain AU, reader is Smite's sidekick, breast play, dry humping, and now I'm realizing this is similar to the Enji one! sorry!| dividers: @adornedwithlight

Being Smite’s sidekick wasn’t easy. He could be rude, sullen, mean or just downright an asshole. It was even worse that he was completely in love with you, and you were in love with him as well.

Despite trying to keep things under wraps, you and Smite were so compatible. You two worked almost in complete and perfect sync. With your quirks working in tandem, nobody could beat you.

The real issue was Toshinori and his libido. It was always so damn high and it was always high in the worst situations. While you are his sidekick, you also maintain somewhat of a proper relationship with him as well. You do your best to make sure he stays healthy and happy.

This often means cooking meals for him, cleaning up after him and of course making sure he gets to sleep on time. When you’re not doing all of this or getting revenge for the death of Smite’s mentor, you and him are going at it like animals.

Tonight, you felt a little more worn out than usual. You were doing the dishes, feeling ready to head into bed after this. But your plans were changed the minute Smite walks in the door.

He smirks when he sees you in the kitchen. He’d probably never admit to how much seeing you doing something domestic turns him on more than anything else. The thought of making you his little housewife makes him so hard. He has to try and calm himself before approaching you.

“Pretty little thing,” he whispers in your ear.

You reach behind you to swat him away. “Not in the mood,”

He grunts in annoyance. You’re always in the mood! Why were you doing this to him right now? He had a crappy night out there, and now you weren’t going to give him what he wanted?

His large hands cup your breasts, kneading them roughly. You hated the way this was making you feel needy for him. He grunts as he begins to rut against your plump ass.

“Come on,” he growls in your ear. “I know you’re always in the mood for me.”

He turns you around to kiss you. He pulls your shirt off quickly, and Smite kisses you to quiet any protests you have for that. He’s not letting you be a brat tonight. No, it wouldn’t take that much for him to get you into the mood.

His hands are back to playing with your breasts. As he kisses you fiercely, he tugs on your nipples. Smite is enjoying the cute little noises you make when he’s got you all riled up like this.

“Really…can we at least take it to the bed?” you ask, whining softly.

He growls once more. “You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck.”

With this, he picks you up in his arms, kissing you deeply once more. While desperate to feel you, just this once he’ll let you get your way.

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[lets-try-to-be-normal-otakus]

At a minute or two til two (Pt. 2)

[Part 1], >Part 2

Hi everyone! I'm back with the second installment of my To Die Today series! >:3c I already have an idea for part 3, so I'll do my best to update you. Comments and tags really help me know you enjoyed it and want more!! So let me know if you love it like I do; much love!

Trigger warnings: same as part 1, but with some throw-up, a panic attack, and a touch of deadly ideation. No beta, we die like Steve.

He doesn’t remember much, but he still thinks about that place he visited. He always yearns to go back to the absolute peace when things get too loud.

Sometimes, he just wishes he could fade into black. He can still hear the waves every now and then calling, and his soul yearns.

From the incident on, Steve had a faint scar; it rested on the back of his neck and wrapped around slightly to the side. It refused to fade.

He hid it with concealer.

He hid it with his hair.

He was still doubtful on whether or not he had died. Or, what it meant to him.

It had to’ve been a fluke…

… Right?

Maybe it just took him a little longer to… bite the dust?

The next time he died, he was 10.

His parents were away for the week as they did more and more often these days, and it was the start of summer.

The crisp bite of cold water reduced the sting of the sun, and there was really no other place to be. He spent his days poolside, enjoying ice pops and canned soda from his parent’s cooler. He’d run and jump and splash and play until his skin shriveled from water or split from the sun. Whichever came last.

This was the summer he learned a vital lesson.

See, there are rules when you go to the pool or pond or really anywhere to do with water. But Steve was just a kid; rules were put in place by adults because they didn’t like to have fun.

So he ignored them.

It was Thursday, midday, and he’d just gotten off the phone with his parents. His mom was checking in and making sure he was safe and being smart, and he reassured her he was. And he was, for someone who had yet to learn certain hard truths.

He ran to jump back into the pool, but there was just one millisecond where the traction failed under his feet, and his heart leapt in it.

And that was enough. 

A puddle on concrete.

One second, he was pool-bound, and the next, everything went black. Color shot into his world again as his vision came back, yet left his eyes unfocused. Vague and unseeing. He experienced the sound and distant vibrations at the same time he heard an earth-shattering crack and bone-shaking rumble. His eyes opened again to see bloody concrete roll away, and he distantly felt like an egg being cracked open.

The ‘splash’ came second to the cool sensation crashing around him. Enveloping him. Eating him alive. What little oxygen he had bubbled to the top of his lungs, most slipping out in a silent but all-consuming exhale.

His eyes burned as chlorine forced its way in; sparks ripped their way around his eye socket and popped inside his skull.

His lungs were on fire - conflicted and stretched to the max to save what little oxygen they could. He wanted to scream. All he did was choke.

The heavy swish and weight of water in his nose and throat unsettled him, and he heaved. Body flexing and struggling as dark blues began to bloom with a soft black. He coughed. All he got was a lung full of water and the endless feeling of throwing up.

Something sharp catches on his throat and covers his flooded windpipe for a moment - something flimsy that bent with the water. Some brown debris coughs its way out of his system and triggers his gag reflex again. His tears are like lava.

His last thoughts are just how heavy and muted everything feels: the sound of water in his ear, the cold darkness that envelops him, and how his body screams.

He doesn’t know how long he chokes and burns.

Is this what dying feels like?

He just wants to go back. Why couldn’t it be like last time? With the beach and the waves? Instead of feeling hot water forced out his nose and back into his lungs?

–

There was no peace. No comfort like last time. Instead, he wakes up and feels his weak body burn, trying to suck in air while purging the water. After an eternity of choking, a warm static embraces him, granting sweet numbness as he drifts again. A few hours feel like minutes before he’s dragged into the cycle again.

–

Three days pass before his body floats to the surface. Three days of a small, infinite torture before he feels dry heat on his back. When he comes to, his body kicks fruitlessly again, and his arms swing around, desperately trying to find the surface. He chokes and vomits water back into himself. Something feels different. He doesn’t have time to investigate as he’s purely in fight or flight mode, his body out of control and flailing.

Things go black again.

–

Eventually, he finds himself floating over to the shallow end. He hits a wall, and when he scrambles back to consciousness, his feet hit the pool’s ground as he gags and expels water from his nose and mouth and lungs, flailing wildly. His hands find a ledge and pull.

When the sun sets, he comes to with snot, water, and blood running down his face and pooling on the concrete beneath him.

–

It took two days for the rot and swelling to go down. During that time, as his body worked to mend itself, half in the pool and half out, his mind drifted to that pleasant space. No more was this pain and fire. Instead, there was finally fuzzy peace.

His mind relaxed, and his soul just… floated. It was dark, the ocean. Rain clouded the sky in dark grays, rolling and tumbling onto each other like the very waves they kissed. It was cold.

The churning of the waves put him at peace. It could never be horrifying, despite looking into the mouth of some cosmic horror. Instead, it felt… outside himself. It was all simply a part of the universe as death and creation rolled onto itself, creating the peacefully roiling and vicious clouds. It did him no harm, and he knew it wouldn’t, so he existed and felt.

Everything ached. His head throbbed with dehydration, as it felt like every drop of water was wrenched out of him. Railroad spikes of pain hammered into the side of his skull, practically nailing him to the ground as he writhed. He felt nauseous and on fire. His mouth was dry, his skin burned, everything inside him ached, and the sun and water felt like needles on his arms and legs.

Water. He needed water. Water and shade. His body screamed as he used what little strength he had left to pull his torso up and roll himself out of the pool. His skin burned where it met the abrasive concrete, and Steve barely processed the blood stains beneath him. He could feel his tight skin stretch with the movement, almost as if it would tear at any second.

Minisculely, he crawled over to the patio door. When he reached up for the handle, that tight feeling in his skin came back in a warning, so he instead clawed the door open from the floor. Getting over the door track was like shuffling through barbed wire, but the cold of the tile instantly replaced the burning.

Catching his breath on the floor, Steve looked around while panting. The sink was his first thought, but he couldn’t reach it like this. He couldn’t stand, and he definitely couldn’t reach it, so the refrigerator it was.

Scooting himself along, he reached into the blissfully cold fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. Sitting up as best he could, he twisted the cap, winced at the burn of his wrist, and downed the bottle. A blast of frosty spikes took over his mouth before moving to his throat and stomach. It hurt as much as it helped.

Gasping between swallows, he held the cold plastic to his face and breathed at the relief it brought. The second bottle he took slower to prevent the frigid pain, uncaring about any that escaped his lips. It was like a balm across his too-hot skin anyway.

His stomach cramped and heaved at the freezing intrusion while he fought down the urge to vomit.

Keep it down, force it down, you’re not going to throw up, you’re not- vomit surged up before he could repress it and left him shaking, freezing, overheating, and crying. The stench bloomed through the kitchen and stung his nose. Clutching his water bottle, he scooted across the floor, snot running down his face as he took hiccuping sips. His arms hurt as his shoulders moved with each cry.

Giving up, he laid down as far from the vomit as he could and rested his body against the cold tiles, sighing at the minor relief. Catching his breath, he quickly sank into a rough sleep, his mind replaying the sensation of falling and being unable to breathe.

He woke with a pounding headache, temples squeezing him and tile warm beneath. Spotting the forgotten bottle, he ripped it open and chugged the remains. The room-temperature water set right in his body and, thankfully, didn’t cause any cramping this time. Shakely, he got up on all fours, crawled to the fridge, and stretched over his vomit - ew - to pull another few bottles.

He eventually managed to stand up after what felt like hours of trying. By then, he’d already drunk his room-temperature water and was feeling somewhat better. Not entirely, but at least his headache had dulled.

Cold showers helped, and when he tried to put on a shirt, his body screamed in pain at the stretch and sensation of fabric. So he went shirtless and passed out face-down in his bed.

His parents came home the following morning. They bustled in with luggage and bags, his mom chatting happily to Steve from the other room.

“Oh, darling, you look dead on your feet!”

Steve didn’t have the energy or strength in him to find it funny.

His dad made a displeased noise. “Where’s your shirt? Did we raise an ignorant heathen? Put a damn shirt on - you’re not a kid anymore,” he rumbled.

His mom came around the counter and reached for his face, stopping short, and a worried look locked on her face. “Darling, your shoulders, what happened? They look so red. Did you get sunburned? Oh, I know I taught you to wear sunscreen.” The ends of her eyes scrunched up in an attempted smile.

“Did I stutter? Put a damn shirt on!” His father growled from the kitchen. Steve held in a sigh and resigned himself to the pain. He’d just have to get over it, as his father would say.

He turned around, and before he could get a step further, his mother gasped and dropped her bags.

“Steven! Your back!” She sounded horrified, and Steve tried to turn around and see what she was talking about, but his neck protested and burned too much. He could feel her body heat when she came up behind him.

His father’s footfalls even came closer. “What on Earth…”

“I’ve never seen it this bad before - ever…” His mother trailed off, voice a bit wobbly.

-

Dr. Goodmund, his pediatrician, took one look at Steve’s back and muttered, “Well, that can’t be good.”

-

They ended up going to the hospital.

On the way into the ICU, Steve was lectured by his parents and the staff on the importance of sunscreen.

It wasn’t his fault, but he couldn’t just say that without his father seeing it as an excuse. He was already mad about how “it’s always something” with Steve or that “he must’ve been truly dumb to let it get this bad and not notice.” “It’s a visual thing, Steve.” He’d say. “How could you not see it? Or feel it, for that matter?” He gripped Steve’s upper arm tight - sunburn screaming as the swollen and blistered skin was squeezed, “When we get home…”

Richard didn’t have to finish that for him to know what was coming.

Steve wanted to go back to the rolling storm over the gray sea.

-

The nurses, already a step ahead, began bustling about getting things ready and set up. The doctor started talking with them and wrote some things down on the clipboard.

The doctors say he'll need a skin graft.

But if he can't feel it, is it really that bad? He says as much, and the doctor stays impassive. "That is a common misconception." They explained. "See, the damage here goes all the way to or through the hypodermis - the bottommost layer of skin, which is right above the muscle. Which means that with severe burns, it travels through all the layers of protection our body makes and damages the nerve receptors. When these are shot, we typically can't feel anything.

"Now, what we're going to do is administer a painkiller – looks like you've got some second-degree burns too, which I'm sure you can feel – and start you on an antibiotic. Looks like some of these lesions are already becoming infected, and we want to solve that. We'll also start you on an IV so that we can replace some of your fluids."

Steve liked them. He felt much more seen than with Dr. Goodmund.

When the doctors walked away, his mom approached his bed. His dad had opted to go home. Her voice was a whisper," It happened again, didn't it?" Steve was quiet, head hanging low. Mom reaches for him, something broken and defeated in her eyes. She stops right before touching him. "It happened again, and I wasn't there to help. What happened?"

Steve was instantly brought back to the sensations of drowning, and he suddenly couldn't breathe. All he could feel was water in his throat and nose and lungs. He coughed violently, trying to clear his throat from the sensation and failing.

A nurse was called.

It didn't help.

–

Using two mirrors, he eventually saw what everyone was talking about. The apex of his shoulders had black and deep red dimples that dug into his skin, all varying in size — some as small as a fingernail and others as large as a baseball. Ragged, torn, and infected flesh patched itself around the lesions in a red-and-black fashion. Yellowish but transparent welts the size of his palm and the girth of his fist littered his back and legs.

Instead of the red color he was used to when he got sunburned, he was met with waxy, white, and cracked skin.

The flesh was swollen.

The flesh was tender.

The flesh was going to scar.

–

The sight of it made his mother cry.

His father said it's what he deserves.

They eventually stopped looking.

–

The blood never did fade from the concrete, no matter how much Steve tried.

>[Part 3]

[figureitoutinthemorning]

in the road trip au, it'd be funny if Athena starts the trip wearing ancient Greek clothing, and then as time goes on she just picks up new stuff from gift shops to fit in more, until at the end she's wearing just the most touristy outfit possible. Like, wearing souvenir socks under freshly bought sandals level of tourist. Alternatively, god games is just Athena walking out into a storm to get directions or something, and her older clothes either get soaked or perhaps charred by lightning (;3c) and so shes gotta get new ones from a gift shop.

HELP this is so funny. I love how even in an extremely lighthearted and silly AU, everyone seems to want to hit the ‘be mean to Athena’ button like there’s no tomorrow. 😂😭 ‘Charred by lightning’ WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU??? (I’m kidding, that’s brilliant, keep it up.)

At this point, ‘road trip’ might be a bit of a misnomer — that name for the AU comes from the first part, and while the bit I’m working on now (or, the bit I will work on just as soon as I’ve got this other fic out of my system) does involve a car journey, it’s not… I don’t know if we could call it a road trip. It’s… an adventure, let’s put it that way.

But back to your idea: hilarious to think she’s apparently still dressing like it’s 1200 BC. I like to imagine most of the other gods have updated their wardrobes, but Athena’s out here like ‘I see nothing wrong with what I’m wearing. Why would I want to follow mortal fashion trends.’ (I imagine she is dressed in a modern style in this AU, but that idea makes me laugh so much.)

The tourist outfit thing is brilliant. I can imagine her showing up at Odysseus and Penelope’s house and Odysseus answers the door but she’s not there. So he does the whole ‘show yourself’ bit, and she pulls him into Quick Thought. And he’s very confused because she’s sitting on the edge of the hourglass with her back to him, like in ICHBW. ‘What if there’s a world where we don’t have to live this way?’ but ‘this way’ is getting hopelessly lost in the middle of nowhere AGAIN.

Then, when she finally turns around, he understands why she was facing away. It’s because she is very much dressed like a tourist, probably with a t-shirt that says ‘I went to [insert boring tourist destination here] and all I got was this t-shirt.’

(Also. God Games sort of happened in this universe, but it’s nowhere near as awful as what happened in canon. It was family game night on Olympus and they were playing Monopoly. Zeus was losing and decided to flip the board about it. Athena didn’t get out of the way in time, so she has a very tiny scar beside her eye from where the edge of the board caught her. She’s okay, but board games are now banned from family game night. The gods stick to charades or, when Hera gets her way, Just Dance.)

[shinycrybaby]

put a veil and mourn for me - gojo satoru x reader

Genre/Tags: Angst, No Curses AU, one sided love

Warnings: Character death, Not proofread sorry :((

Word Count: 802 words

A/N: please don't come for me. will add satoru's pov soon. basically this is like a 2 part short fic :3c

also i wrote this during like,... a few days before my period saur... yeah my emotions were all over the place so i decided to put it all in a fic

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For the longest time, you’ve been in love with Satoru. Ever since high school, the moment his bright eyes and warm smile met yours as he pointed to his seat back when you moved school, you knew you were hooked. He didn’t know you, yet he showed kindness and warmth, unlike some people you’ve met throughout your life.

Throughout high school, Satoru has been a constant in your life. He was there to be a shoulder to lean on when your other friends in the group weren’t available. He had shown you love and care without even asking for anything in return. Even until college, he made time and effort to hang out with you and the others, despite being in different universities.

But after an incident that took away his friend’s life, everything changed. No. His friend was alive. Suguru was alive. It’s just that he wasn’t the same as before. The woes of having his friend’s memories vanish into thin air had left him hanging, just like the very man himself. Satoru mourned for the loss of a life despite being that life being alive.

And for the most part, even after being one of his close friends, you couldn’t give him the peace of mind he wanted. He needed. You clawed your way from the pits of darkness just to give him the happiness he deserves, and yet you find that you can never make someone who mourns happy.

Even so, in the littlest of ways, you try your best to do the calmest to the most ridiculous things to do just to see at least a laugh from him. It’s small, but it’s enough.

Today was no better, but this time you opted to just watch the stars from the rooftop of your childhood home. Having been close to him since high school was enough to have him invite himself over to your place just to spend the night studying or  playing games, eating chips and then passing out.

Tonight, like any other time during your teens, you snuck through the window and climbed up to the roof through the ledge on your window and the low hanging branch of a tree conveniently beside your bedroom window, making for an easy leverage.

“You know we should have brought, like…drinks. Maybe my dad’s wine.” You spoke in a hushed tone before making yourself comfortable – although it’s hard – on the roof.

“We’re both lightweight. What are you talking about?” Satoru snickers in reply. Amusement is very much evident in the tone of his voice.

“You’re right. But wine tastes good. The sweet ones, I mean. The dry ones, though, I hate those.” You eyed the constellations above, trying to look for one as you two playfully talked.

“Yeah, I like sweets,” Satoru mutters back.

For a moment, there was only peaceful silence. On the one hand, it’s good. On the other hand, it wasn’t. With silence and darkness going hand in hand, it’s only natural to give birth to negating thoughts, ebbing their sharp claws in your mind. Suddenly hit with an overwhelming feeling of sadness, your eyes stung from the onslaught of tears piercing the corners of your eyes.

“It’s so deep and scary.” You whisper, breath catching in your throat.

Satoru turns to look at you, curious. “What is?”

“The sky. When it’s dark.” You observed the stars twinkling and the planets that shined steadily. “Crazy how everything is truly dark. Like the sun is but an illusion to keep humans calm and comforted. But you go into space, and you’ll just be met with total darkness. There’s light…but nothing to keep you grounded. Everything is miles and lightyears away.”

“You, okay?” He asked, now concerned.

“Yeah. Just midnight thoughts.”

Another silence and another tear slip past your eyes. He hasn’t been talking much since everything that has happened. You didn’t know what to do anymore, you’re running out of options to save him from drowning.

In a pained whisper that you so badly wish he doesn’t take note of, the words are uttered, “It’s really beautiful.” You smile sadly at the starry sky. “I want to shine like them too.”

“Yeah...” Satoru mutters in reply. You look back at him, there’s that unreadable expression on his face once more. The only thing recognizable was the distant look in his eyes. Almost like regret.

You avert your gaze from him once more, this time settling to close your eyes instead of welcoming a new kind of darkness, one devoid of light.

“It’s peaceful.” You hear him muttering and the shuffling of his clothes that made it sound like he was turning on his side.

You let silence override your senses, the only symphony in the night being the sound of breathing and the cacophony of the crickets’ chorus.

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A/N:

Yippie! I am so happy I am getting back on my writing groove :] it's not much but after the burn out I had for years during college, i'm just so happy to get back to writing whenever I feel like it. i'll probably open requests if i find a comfortable pace with writing, otherwise this is okay for me right now!

again, likes and reblogs as well as comments are very much appreciated!

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[live-wire-electra]

stex fandom psssspspspspsp come here

lore under the cut 🔥

HI okay so first off if youre reading this. welcome! it is very late and my thoughts will be jumbled

basically… stex hadestown au. rusty and pearl are orpheus and eurydice, i debated dinah and greaseball but dinah has a different part to play here ;)

i don’t really have a solid reason why i chose prusty other than the fact that they are stex’s leading couple. HOWEVER, i drew a lot from pearl’s abandonment of rusty for electra and geeb, and her as eurydice made a lot of sense to me. the whole “i want to do my best in life so i must betray my heart” vibe is so her… pearl i love u

however… hades!electra and persephone!joule have more weight to them :3c electra is of course there because of pearl’s plotline, but i also wanted them to fit with the ‘i conduct the electric city’ thing. electra and hades are both very prideful and kind of control freaks to me (i say ‘kind of’ bc of electra we all know how hades is). i had a bit of trouble with choosing persephone though because i fear i am an electra and components polycule truther

however i wound up choosing joule! initially it was for her line “electra is hot” and i basically went hot -> warm -> keeping the mortals (trains..) warm. i also think the concept of maybe persephone!joule started out as a genuinely warm gal, more fireplaces and embers, and as electra grew more restricting over her, she became more explosive, putting on firework shows for those who dare to ask. she still runs the speakeasy, but i think she also loves to provide that spark of color and adrenaline for the workers

the featured workers are in fact the components btw :)) and maybe freight as well because i think slick beating up rusty would be funny. cb may be in this as well but i really do not know where i would fit him in 😭 so devastated bc hes my favorite in stex

which brings us to the fates. remember hadestown’s “wherever it was this poor girl went, the fates were close behind”? and pearl always hangs around the coaches! so tassita, belle, and dinah are the fates. lurking, warning, spinning prophecies in hushed voices… golly i love the idea of the usually fun group being so haunting. and like specifically “why the struggle, why the strain?” and also “who are you to lead them/her?” GUYS PLEASE TELL ME YOU SEE MY VISION!!

i have one more character to talk about… and that’s hermes! in his place is momma, naturally! she took rusty in when he was very young, as per the hadestown plotline, and it’s her who gives him the push he needs to talk to pearl. i think she holds power over a lot of the other deified trains, but for all her trying, she just can’t get through to electra. which is why she raises rusty with a strong sense of right and wrong, and the ability to speak up, out, and defend himself. it’s also why she raises him knowing how to take care of someone he loves. she doesn’t want him going down the same path as the doomed electra and joule.

i have been cooking up this au all day guys oh my gosh. im so happy i finally got to draw it 🙏 im incorporating a mix of old and new designs but for the sake of simplicity, the characters themselves are based on the london personalities. i just think leccy and joule having their older designs emphasizes that hades and persephone are older than the others!

thank you so much if you read this far! i appreciate you!! ❤️❤️ if you have anything to say abt this PLEEEEASEEE let me know please please please!!

[bigassmoth]

Marcille cleans you up after youve helped Falin

(2nd pov Reader x Dragon dick Falin and Marcille thweesome :3c overstim)

Falin had been struck with an unprecedented erection- you had pressed your chest against her arm to point to a bird-shaped patch of moss and the beat of your heart against her skin sent the blood straight to her cock. She was embarrassingly hard, and after a few more paces you took notice. You two were on a brief walk for firewood and other essentials, Marcille would usually be the one to assist Falin but the elf was now a 20 minute walk away. Falin was looking at you in a lustful haze, eyes drawn to the intimate parts of your body with unrestrained interest. You offered assistance, knowing what it entailed.

45 minutes later you were exactly as destroyed as you anticipated being- the thick slaps of Falins hips was the loudest noise in the area- with the wet squelch of her cock against your hole being a close second. Her hands were firm but gentle as they held your waist, she nuzzled her nose into the back of your neck, and her pace became erratic. Her body stilted against you, letting out a few more hard thrusts into you as a gush of warm cum filled you up. You could only claw at the mossy ground and groan with relief. Both of you panting, Falin slid out and gently eased your lower body to the ground. The amount of cum leaving your hole is absurd, it feels hot and is already forming a thick sticky coat on your thighs, ass, and public mound. Falin rolls you onto your side and peppers you with gentle kisses. She guides your waterskin to your lips and you take a few deep gulps until she pulls it away. Her touch is tender and warm, the rough skin on her hands rising goosebumps along your skin.

"Ah-ha. I thought this is what happened." Marcille spoke, jarring you out of your post-dragon dick stupor.

You sat up and began to explain-only to be pushed back down. Falin adjusted so you were in her lap, smiling down at you serenely.

"Hey..." Marcilles face pops in front of your own, she is on top of you now- sandwiching you between the two. "Dont push any out until I say you can." Her face carries a heavy blush and her eyelids are lowered in desire. Her hands have found your sticky thighs and holds them apart. Her touch is fleeting but poised, using the tips of her nails to press into your skin. Meanwhile Falins hands come to fondle your nipples, rubbing them into sensitive stiffened red peaks.

Falin kisses the side of your neck while Marcille lowers herself between your legs. When Marcille begins to lick up the cum around your hole you flinch. The overstimulation is painful but erotic and addicting, your hips squirm with discomfort which creates tiny pricks of pain as Marcilles nails leave indents.

"We have been watching you for a while..." Falin speaks softly in your ear, "youre even cuter like this than usual." You whimper and just barely manage to gasp out-

"Please, its too much- I need to recover." But your body betrays you as your hips buck into Marcilles mouth and your chest quivers in Falins hands.

"We just want to take extra special care of you. You are so brave, helping me." You can feel Falins cock twitch against your back.

"Cum." Marcille commands harshly and as your eyes meet you see the desperation in her face. She presses her entire mouth against you, teeth scraping your already raw skin. Falin pinches your nipples so hard the tips go white. You cum hard, already fucked raw by Falin and now mercilessly squeezed and licked you have no choice. Marcille moans and swallows the cum with loud gulps, making you shudder. She licks at your sex despite her heaving breaths, keeping you twitching and crying. Despite cumming from overstimulation, they continue to play with your body. It isnt until you are unable to see, just flashing white taking over your vision, that they relent. Your still-jolting body is held between them with hands running through your hair and praises being murmured in your ears.

Their affection soothes your nerves as you are promised more comfortable and prepared 'next time'

[ikamigami]

Some Harleith out of context if anyone is interested :3c

I finally found it in myself to sit and write down this part of my future fic. At first I wasn't sure if I should write cause it happens somewhere in the middle of the story QwQ but here it is nxnxnxnxnxmxnxn

TW: they're half-naked and they do some uhhh weird stuff lol though it's nothing explicit; anyway it's 18+ cause whole fic will be 18+ (also mature audience due to heavy topics).

My silly scribbles are under the cut (also some things may change when I finally sit to write my fic but I hope someone will like what I posted here QwQ)

Also sorry for my poor English cause it isn't my native language.

(it's Leith's p.o.v.)

We were both sitting on his bed panting heavily after a quick session of whatever the hell we were doing. It wasn't sex and we weren't even kissing. We weren't hugging either. It couldn't even be considered romantic. We were just grabbing fiercely at and digging nails and sinking our teeth in each other's skin. Though it wasn't brawl either. Even though if someone caught us together like that they would think that we just fought.

I looked at his chest moving up and down. His skin looked pale even with lights turned off. I could see due to faint light coming from outside glistering sweat on his chest. One of sweatdrops found its way to his nipple. "Why am I looking at his nipples?" my mind wondered but the thought quickly faded away as shiver ran through my body. Only then I realized how cold it was here. I looked at my own chest moistured by sweat. As usual scratches and bruises were almost gone as expected.

I still couldn't understand why was I doing this. Why was I getting closer to him? "It's because you want to break him, remember." I repeated in my head though I didn't feel confident in that. Not anymore. When I looked up I saw his face marely an inch in front of me. I flinched slightly.

- Boo! - Harley whisper-blowed at my face. - Got ya. - he looked at me smugly. In dark room his eyebags caused his eyes to look like they were lurking from the the darkest depths of well.

I rolled my eyes at him and smirked. - You're not scary. - I bared my teeth in sly grin.

- You're not fooling anyone, Leith. - he singsonged baring his teeth as well. - I still remember how you tried to hide from me. - he smiled deviously.

- Oh and I still remember what happened two months ago, in the bathroom. - my smile grew wider and I snickered though I felt for a moment a nagging feeling at the back of my mind. He rolled his eyes at me.

- Ugh - Harley was visibly repulsed by the memory of that event. - Don't mention it ever again. - he almost barked. I snickered at his response. - And don't laugh. - he looked at me as if he could kill me with his glare. My smile grew even wider. I wasn't exactly sure what was so funny in Harley's reaction but for some reason it felt nice.

"No! You weren't supposed to fall for his tricks. Dammit! Is this how he wrapped Yarnaby around his little finger?" Thoughts flew quickly through my mind. I shook my head not wanting to even think about it. I was still smiling at him which made him more irritated.

- Did anyone tell you, that you're annoying? - he huffed and grimaced. I only snickered at that. - I guess not enough times. - he rolled his eyes again and his frown deepened. I chuckled and felt that my cheeks got warmer. Harley looked as if he was getting ready to jump at me baring his teeth like a wild animal when I remembered why I actually went to him.

- Wait! - I raised my hands instinctively in self-defense and he stopped himself with mouth still wide open. He snapped his jaw loudly disappointed that he didn't get to sink his teeth in my neck. I smiled a bit sheepishly. The nagging feeling got back and my body tensed and started filling slowly with dread. - I wanted.. to apologize to you for.. before... - words barely strained out of my mouth. I shifted my gaze to my hands and started absentmindedly playing with my fingers. It felt awkward. It wasn't normal. I rarely apologized to anyone for anything. But I really felt the need to. I felt that I should do so. It only felt right.

The awkward silence lasted agonizingly long. I was unable to look at Harley at that moment. It was so unlike me it felt embarrassing though I didn't know exactly why. A sudden icy-cold touch to my forehead tore me out of my thoughts. I gasped quietly as slight shiver went through my body.

- Are you okay? - he asked me seriously as I looked up at him. To say he was dumbfounded by my sudden apology would be an understatement. His brows were knitted and corners of his mouth were pulled down in comically deep frown. He looked at me as if I was possessed by a demon. - You don't seem to have a fever, hmm. - he took his hand from my forehead observing me carefully as if he tried to dissect what was going on in my head to cause such an unexpected occurrence.

- Yeah, I'm fine. - I replied as if I didn't apologize out of the blue just a moment ago. He opened his mouth slightly as if he wanted to say something but he immediately closed it. He seemed even more confused than before. - Harley, I'm serious. Can't I apologize for anything? - I asked in fake offense as if apologizing was a part of my daily vocabulary.

- Hmm let me think. No. - he deadpanned. I rolled my eyes feeling more and more unease. I didn't know how to explain why I apologized. For obvious reasons I didn't know how to address the elephant in the room. It would only sour the mood further. - People like us don't apologize. Unless we want something. - he continued with dead-serious tone. He was right but this time it was different. Though a part of me was curious what exactly happened to Harley. And this was the real reason to why I came here in the first place. I wanted to know but I didn't know how to start such conversation. Apology didn't seem like the best idea but it felt right to do that first and not just jump straight to the point.

- Mmm yeah. - I looked up at the ceiling and instinctively ran my hand through my dark hair combing few lose strands of hair back. I didn't know how should I start this conversation. The dread was killing me from the inside. - Though.. I apologize.. genuinely. Sometimes. Unlike you. - I couldn't bring myself to look at him but I could feel his eyeroll anyway. - Do you remember what you told me back then in the bathroom? - I blurted out to not let him speak. I exhaled through nose not to show how much this was stressing me out.

- What? - even without looking at him I could see his shocked expression. I could feel the anger building up inside him. He scoffed. - Oh you think that you can play with me like that? - the sarcasm was dripping from every word he said. - You think that it's oh so easy to get me on my knees? - I heard him putting his shirt back on himself and standing up from the bed. I was taken aback but not entirely surprised by his reaction. I shouldn't expect less.

- Wait! - I tried to explain myself when he tossed my shirt at my face.

- Leave! - he only barked. When I tried to say something he glared at me shooting daggers with his stare. I flinched slightly under his gaze. - I told you not to mention it ever again. Which part of that sentence did you not understand? - every word was full of venom. At that moment I realized that it wasn't the best time to talk about it. "But when would it be?" I thought to myself as I shook my head and put my shirt back on myself.

- Okay. Chill out. - I tried to lighten the mood a bit at which he only growled back. - I'm leaving, I'm leaving. Here. - I raised my hands to show that I'm compliant and I mustered a smile as I stood up from his bed and quickly backed up to the door. When I was leaving I catched the glimpse of cryptic look on Harley's face. It was too dark for me to tell if he was still angry at me or not. Only after I left and shut the door behind myself I realized that my heart was pounding hard in my chest.

"I'm not scared of him anymore." I tried to sooth myself. It wasn't like I was doing all of this solely because I wanted to break him because I was afraid of him. No, definitely not. It was an obvious lie but I didn't want to admit that to myself. Though another part of me felt something else. Something that I was even more afraid of than Harley himself. "It's definitely nothing. I just pity him." I reassured myself. "Of course! It's just a bit of sympathy. Everyone would feel the same if they knew." I still wasn't convinced about it. But I preferred it over reminiscing about the past and thinking too deeply about my feelings towards that bastard. It was easier to focus on his past and his feelings rather than mine.

[grif-hawaiian-rolls]

RARE PAIR WEEK DAY 3: "...and they were roommates!"

Normal Fantasy Dude Tucker x Divine Donut for the alt universe prompt :3c

Writing for the au below the cut!

Lavernius Tucker was not entirely sure how he got here, but he couldn’t be mad about it. He wasn’t a pious man. He wasn’t exactly the most devout follower of the gods. Honestly, he suspected the only reason he was allowed into the temples, into the inner chambers, was because of the sword he carried. Just his luck he found the damn thing, right? Right. Luck.

“Tucker? Is everything okay?” The Oracle asks, and Tucker grins. He may not be a religious man, but he is a damn lucky one. Evidence? Right here- the Oracle himself, divine figure of fate and fortune, the one who strikes true and sees through time itself. One of the fucking gods.

“I’m good, Donut,” Tucker answers, because fuck yeah he was on a casual name basis with a fucking god. Then he leans in, and presses a warm kiss to the side of Donut’s mouth, because he was also the god’s lover. Suck on that, everyone who said he’d never amount to anything. 

“You sure? If we need to stop-” Donut fusses, because that’s what he does. Over ten feet of pure divine power, and he worries like a sheepdog over kittens.

“I know our watchword, Donut,” Tucker says, stealing another kiss. Donut’s hands are warm around him, and they’re not really doing much (this time, at this moment, at least) but the gentle brush of Donut’s fingers against Tucker’s hair make it really hard to focus on anything except relaxing into that touch. Donut hums with a pout on his lips and Tucker shifts his weight so he’s kneeling as he leans up to wrap an arm around the back of Donut’s neck. If he asked, Tucker had the excuse of playing with the long hair that floated around Donut like a halo. But it turns out, the god of fate and fortune had a hard time reading people. All of time and space? Sure, no biggie, like reciting a story you’ve heard your entire life. But people? Their expressions, their body language? Donut was utterly blind to it. It was endearing, in a very strange surreal way. It made him so…well. Human. Tucker runs his fingers through the thick locks of Donut’s hair, watching the small motion ripple out to the ends where it faded to soft gold. 

“I was just thinkin’, ya know? About how lucky I am,” Tucker grins wider, and Donut looked some awkward mix between curious and embarrassed. He thought he was sooo subtle. “Lucky to survive some of the shit I’ve seen, lucky to find this sword, lucky to be assigned to your temples…” 

Tucker pauses and lets his other hand slide down Donut’s shoulder, over the soft silk-like fabric of his tunic. Donut’s good eye, the one that witnesses the present world around him, follows the motion as best it can. When he can’t watch Tucker’s hand, Donut turns his attention to watching his face.

“Right…lucky,” Donut repeats, and Tucker loves watching the blush creep up into the god’s pointed ears. He just makes it so easy!

“Mhm,” Tucker is leaning in again, Donut watching him intently, but he isn’t done talking just yet. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think someone with some strings to pull was watching out for me. Nudging things to go just so, yeah? Making sure I’d end up in the right place, at the right time,”

“Would it bother you? If that were the case? Cau-cause I’m sure if it was- and I’m not saying that it is- I’m sure he-I-they’d only have your best interests at heart. But if you wanted them-him-them to stop-” Donut stumbles over his words, and Tucker lets him, for a beat, before he laughs.

“I don’t mind. I like having luck on my side, after all. Best kind of company there is, from what I heard. Besides, Luck is pretty damn cute, especially when he gets all flustered,”

“I- you- Tucker!”

Lavernius Tucker was not a devout or pious man. He was, however, a damn lucky one.

[albatris]

Snippet Sunday......

snippet sunday? :3c?

“Hi!” Nat said. “I just, um—I wanted to thank you for helping me out before. With the Larsons. I really appreciate it.”

“Don’t sweat it, amigo,” Ripley said. Then she frowned, thoughtful, serious. “Hey,” she said. “Hey. Are you up for an adventure? I have some errands to run and I just had a killer idea for what we can do after.”

“What kind of idea?” Nat asked warily.

“The office was closed when I finished my ghost tour so I had to take all the equipment home with me,” Ripley said. “How about we go on a little hunt?”

“You mean… you mean a ghost hunt?”

“Duh. Come on! It’ll be fun!”

“Ghost hunts usually happen at night, don’t they?”

“I know some sick abandoned buildings we can explore. Trust me, it’ll be plenty spooky,” she assured him. “Plus, we’re vampires. Daytime is kind of our nighttime, right? The sun’s pretty scary, right, Nat?”

Nat made a wishy-washy hand motion.

“But first—grocery shopping,” Ripley announced. “You’re coming with me.”

“Oh,” Nat said. “Okay.”

At the supermarket, Ripley tore her shopping list in half and handed the lower half to Nat.

“Race ya,” she said, and with that the game was on.

Nat collected paper towels, oranges, cornflakes, risoni and sundried tomatoes. He hovered for a good five minutes at the shampoo and conditioner, since Ripley had left no further instructions—what was her vibe? What was her signature style?—before eventually plucking out some mango-scented colour-save bottles. Every time he ran into Ripley in the store, she was talking to someone new.

“Your outfit is so cute! I love your vibe!”

Or, “Is that Payton on your keyring? I love Quantumfish! Have you played the revamp?”

Or, “Hey, can you reach that couscous on the top shelf for me?”

Nat’s own interactions with strangers didn’t extend beyond the occasional customer eyeing him down suspiciously, and him shuffling out of their line of sight and into the next aisle. He’d been taking his medication religiously this week, but he still felt like he was being followed. What if it wasn’t Quinn who had eyes on him, but the Ethels, too?

How would they know you were driving that car?

He reconvened with Ripley by the self-service checkouts. She’d beat him there easily. They shoved all their items together; she scanned while he bagged.

“Insert cash or select payment type,” said the machine.

“Insert cash or select payment type,” echoed Ripley.

Nat nodded sagely. “Insert cash or select payment type.”

They piled back into Nat’s car and dropped the groceries home. Then they piled into Nat’s car once again, this time with ghost-hunting equipment in tow. Ripley directed him to Maud Street, Galaxy Gardens, to a dilapidated, long-abandoned department store.

“Ready to get your spook on?” Ripley asked.

Nat sincerely had no idea.

[obsessivecelestial]

Ahem ahem,,, I supposed I need to make a lil appreciation end of the year post :3

Imma try to get to as many people as I can, and if I forget you, it’s because I’m fighting off a sickness so I’m a lil out of it!

@stormbreaker-290 I don’t really know where to start, but you’ve genuinely brightened my year! You’re very funny and sweet and I always find myself smiling and literally kicking my legs whenever you post anything! You’re an amazing friend and I’m happy to have somebody to share my interests with!! Your art is also amazing and I adore it so much! I love when you show me little doodles you make :3

@bumble-the-sun-bee if it weren’t for you, I never would’ve ever met Storm of any of the people I now know! You’ve played the biggest part in this and I couldn’t be more grateful for you. You were one of the reasons I started experimenting with my art and why I’ve improved because of your silly little virus guy! You’re also just enjoyable to talk to and I love seeing all the art you make. It’s motivating and inspiring every time you post and I can’t thank you enough for introducing me to all of the people I know. You’re also very kind to me and I appreciate that!

@eternal-soup SOUP! You’re, again, so amazing! I really really love playing Roblox with you, and I really appreciate how you put up with my shenanigans and constant talking. You’re also so sweet towards me and others! Your voice is soothing to listen to as well and I thought you should know! :3c thank you for drawing things for me and being my friend for the months you have! And I hope we continue to be friends! You’re silly and sweet, and I find that you make me happy a lot!

@multifandomcutie13 we don’t talk a lot or interact to much, but when we do, you’re very kind! You seem like you’re a sweet person and I hope to grow our friendship through time!

@escapetheslaughters we also don’t talk a lot, but you’re still my friend! Your roleplaying is so entertaining to read and I can’t wait to interact and roleplay with you more! Your random posts also get giggles out of me, and I find joy in being apart of your blogs!!

@purplelordstudios hii!!! We actually haven’t properly spoken since Pinterest a few years ago! And I also have to thank you for being my friend back then and I hope we can maybe become good friends again now! You helped me through art and gave me some motivation for it back then, and now I enjoy seeing how you’ve grown and how your art has changed over the years! I hope to draw our OC’s together again! It’s been a while since they’ve last seen each other!

@jackamaryllis you know who you are to me, and I love you so so so much. You’re been with me my whole life, you’ve been my longest standing friend and I cannot thank you enough for that. You’re hilarious, you’re creative, you support and help me just as I do you. You’re one of the closest people in my life and I don’t ever want that to change. You mean the world to me, and I physically cannot imagine one without! I can’t wait to see you again and I can’t wait to cosplay with you again! You’re kind and you’re smart and you’re just the most amazing person I can ever ask to be in my life!

@compulsiveimpairment @bipolar-sad-and-ready-to-cry @bittyfromquotev @wonders-sunlight @pinkieglitterheart @redvelvetstars22 @animatronic-assistant @upsidedownapple @achickennamedcheese @kibblenoodlesnail

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All of you are also so amazing, and I can’t thank you all enough for being in my life and being my mutuals! Some of you we don’t talk, but I still think about you and care for you all deeply!

I hope the new years treats every single one of you well and it’s a good year! You’ve all impacted my life in a good way and I thank you all for that. I love you all dearly /p

Happy new years (eve)!! 🫂🫂🫂