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yuri-is-online · 7 months ago

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I kinda wanna hear more about Azul! Yutu if you are willing

Very. He is long overdue for a proper post. I'm going to skip over some of the stuff that happens while he is in the bad future as I am a big fan of what Archivist has been writing, and would encourage you to look at their posts (here, here, and here) They've been a huge inspiration for this ayuu and finally gave Yutu some friends! I am really really attached to them and their dynamics with the various Yutus and might have written some stuff where they hang out but didn't post it because idk if you folks would be interested...

notes: they/them used for Yuu, for context on the fyuuture kid au can be found here and here. You can find even more stuff for it on my masterlist under the series section.

Yuu started removing mirrors from the house when he was around nine. They did so slowly, and Yutu had been avoiding them for so long he barely notices when their gone. It's not like he was born hating himself, he remembers playing with Yuu in the garden hose or the bath tub and feeling... happy. But that was when he was a little kid, he's almost double digits now he shouldn't be feeling sick to his stomach about this. It feels hard to walk some days, like his balance is wrong and his body is made of the incorrect material. It isn't normal for a kid this young to hate his own bones because it is the bones isn't it? They're hard until their not hard enough and he's stuck in a cast for the summer. Yutu tries to be grateful it's on his arm and not his leg, but it doesn't keep his mind off of things. He feels unwhole every time he tries to walk, and he has no words to express what's missing other than to say he feels unsafe. And it's hard to say that when he knows there's no solution you can give him for what he's feeling. If you could cut off your own limbs to make him whole you would, but then that would leave him just as alone wouldn't it? The last cost Yutu wants to pay to fix himself is the life of parent who loves him.

But that's what the price ends up being. And as he lays there trying to scream only to be rejected by the air he'd spent so much time wasting as his body churns on the floor into the form he'd spent so much time dreaming of he has to wonder why he ever thought the outcome would be different. He should have known that he was never meant to be anything other than alone.

Yutu was a chunky baby, and for the first bit of his life no one minded that at all. He was so cute, Yuu had a bunch of pictures of their precious baby boy and even though there were questions about how he came to be those were sort of shoved to the side in favor of cooing over his cute nose and chubby cheeks. But the cooing turned to concern when he started having some problems reaching his developmental milestones; it took forever for him to learn how to walk, even when Yuu helped guide him through the motions it somehow just didn't seem to stick. Talking was difficult, he'd learned how easily enough but he just preferred not to, wanting to communicate through noises and looks instead. Yuu would try to calm their worries and focus on how he at least slept through the night, but they never did get a solid opinion on why Yutu was so slow to learn from any doctor they saw.

His slow development cause Yuu to really focus on going over his lessons with him at home, it fosters a love of learning in him that evolves as he grows. At first it's very innocent, his eyes are wide with childlike wonder at the world around him and his smile is as bright as his eyes. "Unfortunately" (because it's not truly unfortunate that his parent can still afford to feed him) he's still a chubby little boy, and one who is missing a parent so he's an easy target for his peers to isolate and tear into. He feels like a beached whale, or a dried up octopus, his self esteem is severely hurt as is his outlook on the world. Yuu feels like they are seeing a familiar sight when their child hiccups through recounting his day as they desperately try to hold back their anger and think of a way to deal with this logically.

"Your daddy went through this too." Yutu blows into the tissue you hold for him and tries to hide his surprise. He's always eager to learn about his father, you wish you could think of more to tell him but the words you're saying don't fully feel like you are thinking as you say them. It's like you are briefly being possessed by someone else, just that the "someone else" is... yourself from when you were whole. "He was really hurt by it, and he was one of the strongest people I knew. So it's ok if you need to cry about how you feel."

"I dooon't want to feel." He pushes his face up against your chest like he's a baby again trying to soothe his nightmare against yoru heartbeat and you squeeze him as tight as you can. "I want it to stop, can daddy tell me how to make it stop?" Your mind screams that however daddy handled it must have been bad, it turns to look at someone, you can just see the outline of him. He's handsome, well put together and he's... worried.

"I don't want them to be scared of everything; suspicious,̸̮͉͓͔͎̭̜̦̽̄̆̇̿̈́̍̉̽͌̍̕ͅͅ ̶̰̙͔̝͕̞͍̭͙͕̇͆͌̋̿̌͐̂̿͘̚͝y̷̨̪̳̳͉̮͚̅͗͗̽̔̂͐͌̽͠ę̶̩̣̤͚͎͔̯̖̭͐̃̏̓͐̾͐̓̎̇̅̊͐̕s̸͚̖͙̗̣̩̼͎̼͇̝͂̿̉̌͛̈͜ ̴͔̟̤̩̗̯̦̀͐̄̽̊͛͑͋͊͒̓̕͝b̵̧̧̡̰̪̫̤͔͚͕̝̠̹͈́̀̈́͌̄͋̔̿́̕͘ǘ̵̢̼͖̪̱͖̼̼͎̲͈͙͆̀̎͌̍̎̂͐͗̇͌̎̊̚ț̶̛͖̹͚̾̆̂͑̌̊̕ͅ ̴̢̛͇͙̱͇̝̺͇̗̫̘̥͛̀͊̅n̸̢̥͕͗̓e̴͙̹̹̘̮̫̦͐v̶̡̡̧̡̛͓̮̝̺̮̜̳̠̜̅͊̒̄̔͂̋͋͋̊̔̈́͆͘ë̷̟̳̲̰̗͉̬̘̘̣̳̼͙́̑͜ŗ̸̳̹̺͔̦͔̮̖̔͆̊̈́͆̈̔̊͠ ̶̧̢̩̺̗̗̲̠̬̰͇̣̦̈́͑͜͜p̶̱̗͔͔͌a̴̰͓̎͂̅̓̈̎͝r̶̯̰̪̟̾̾̓̂̈́͆̈̀̒̓̕͠ ̴͇̖͉̯̖̞͍͐́͊͛̐̂̐á̵̢͎̙͎́͝ ̸̨̙̞̙̩̮̺̦̻̗̭̩͉̱̠̐̓̿͘ń̷̡̡̡̧̨̪̜͕̠͐̄̉̐͝͠ő̸̥̹̣̙͛̏̏̃̋̍͝͠ḯ̶̢̛͍͔̯̤͊̈́̉̑̂̈̐͊̚̕ḋ̸̦̘̮͍͙̜͈̙͉͖̭͚̊͌͗̊̊̈̾̄͌ͅ ̵̛̛̠̫͙͎̘̣̘͕͗̒̈͒̓̅͊̔͘͝"

Yutu's silence brings you back to reality, he's mercifully fallen asleep against you and missed the aftershocks of your migraine. It's nothing new, but somehow this little scenario makes you feel that much more tired, and that much more alone.

I've mentioned it before but Yuu decides to enroll Yutu into martial arts classes as a way to help with his self confidence and the bullying. In my mind the end up doing it out of a worry that the bullying could get physical, and in the hopes that maybe Yutu will make friends with the kids in his class. It sort of works, Yuu enrolls them in a parent-child class and they certainly make some connections. Yutu finds some inner peace from the class, but his experiences at school make him very shy and keep him from truly opening up to the people around him. The friend groups he finds his way into never seem to fully accept him, a lot of it comes down to petty rivalries over sport and school. Yutu is smart sure, but he knows that no amount of talent makes up for hard work and he's a very hard worker. He's too proud to do something like throw a match or fail a test just for a little social acceptance, and not afraid to say as much.

That's not to say he doesn't want to be accepted, he does. He really deeply does he just doesn't think he could live if that acceptance was fake. Part of that, not that he ever tells Yuu this, is fueled by their descriptions of his father and of how much they loved him. If his dad was in the same position and found you then one day, he hopes, he'll find someone who accepts him too. And he'll make sure to stay alive and do all the little things with them they have ever wanted to do, no matter how out of his comfort zone or weird he finds them to be. Azul! Yutu is a bit of a hopeless romantic underneath his jock appearance, so he's one of the yutus that assumes his dad died in a tragic accident that left your memories in shambles. He's willing to fight people on that point, but Yuu made him promise not to and while he's fussy about listening to other people, he always listens to Yuu.

Which makes the trip between worlds that much harder on him. He might have been alone, but he wasn't exactly lonely. Not when he had a home to come back to and a parent who loved him, he could handle waiting for people who would accept him when he already had someone who did but now... It doesn't help that from his perspective he immediately does something stupid by getting put in Savanaclaw. Crewel already told him his dad was the dormleader of Octavinelle, that he was an exemplary student but not very... athletic so why would he be any different than anyone else. This isn't helped by the reception he gets from his dormmates. Yutu never starts fights, but he sure as hell finishes them and the amount of people left on the floor by the end of his first week makes everyone aware of that.

It earns him respect, and it would have immediately made him his first friend if he had been willing to take Sav at his word when he asked him to show him how he fought so well. Instead he insists on acting like Saitama and making the guy "prove" himself, something that Crewel watches from the sidelines with a weary expression. So his grandson wasn't lying, he really does take more after his dad than you.

He does not so much make other friends as they do make him theirs... two Heartslabyul students and an overly enthusiastic gamer from Ignihyde who sticks to him like a wet cloth and he hates the realization that he's worried about these guys. Sav, Thrush, Fiore, and... Mori. He loves these people. He hopes they never die, but everywhere he looks he sees omens. It hurts, he never knew he had three hearts or that he could fill them up with so much love that it wants to bleed out of him but he refuses to let it. He's learned that he's stronger than he ever thought possible, he'll squeeze a good outcome out of this, for you and for them it never had to be one or the other.

Traveling back in time and being separated from his friends terrifies him. Sav is always refusing to use his brain, what if he got lost because he decided not to read a sign somewhere? Fiore is a little shit and Thrush can't be assed to keep his brother in line what if they get thrown in jail and Yutu has to actively stop himself from thinking about Mori. The muscles in his chest go taut and he forgets to breathe until little black dots prick at his vision from all the ways things could go wrong for the self proclaimed "white mage of the FC party." The guy is just too much of a flight risk... he needs to fix this fast.

But does he? Having you alive again is like a dream, sure you're younger now and don't know him from a hole in the ground but he gets to see all of the memories he was so curious about. He's especially happy to have met Ace and Deuce, they remind him of his own Heartslabyul friends. His world feels a bit more full when he sits to eat a meal with you, guys who he guesses he'll probably end up calling Uncles at some point, and Grim. He's got mixed feelings about Grim, but the little guy really seems to like him now and it's funny to think about whether or not he's the older or younger brother. He's starting to remember what it's like to have a family again, speaking of which...

"Aww looks like you're a real dorm leader now ain't ya shrimpy?" Floyd's voice sounds fun, and it's all Yutu can do to keep from smiling. He instantly understands why Jade must have missed him so much, they looks alike but the difference in tempo is apparent from their stance and dress, and just looking at the younger version of his Uncle he can see how much more alive he feels.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Yutu was it?" Jade's smile suggests danger, he thinks the name is funny that's his guess. The glint in his eyes suggests he wants to tease, and Yutu prepares to make some comments of his own before he notices that his Uncle's attention is not on him but rather- "Floyd told us about your unexpected arrival," he has been avoiding this for so long he almost didn't see the familiar stranger next to Jade, the rest of his words are heard but not noted as he looks directly at his father for the first time. What a painful realization that is.

"Hey hey grouper, you ok?" Floyd's tone very much does not suggest worry but it brings him back to the present. Or would it be the past?

"Grouper? Might regret calling me that pool noodle. Yeah I'm fine, just surprised you came over here yourselves. I thought I was doing good keeping my nose where it belongs." Yutu swears Azul looks genuinely hurt for a second, but it disappears under his glasses and his patented grin.

"Well you certainty don't pull any punches do you?" If Yutu didn't know any better he'd assume his dad was... excited.

He is, he's very excited. Yuu is a kind hearted person and Azul loves them for it, but Yutu has some of that hater energy he knows he can work with. A second set of eyes on Yuu's world is just what Azul needs to win their ha- expand his business, so he keeps finding ways to talk to Yutu. He ends up learning a decent bit about him despite Yutu's best efforts: he's lying about his unique magic to catch people off guard when he uses it, he's not a muscle head nor does he take particular pride in his physique despite the intense amount of effort he puts into staying strong. It's interesting to watch the sort of things he likes to eat... sure a lot of it is healthy food but none of it is health food. That ends up being the first real conversation they have and it throws Yutu for a bit of a loop. It reminds him of that conversation he had with Yuu all those years ago when he was crying about being bullied. About how his dad gone through the same thing he did and suddenly his dad seems a bit more like a person and less like a shadow that's haunting him.

The way his dad looks at Yuu is breathtakingly soft. Azul is ambitious, talented, hardworking, and oh so desperate to impress that Yutu finds it hard to hear their doubts about the way he feels because he can see all of the signs clear as day about how Azul feels about Yuu. Uncle Jade's stories about how Azul was silly in his affections, the little ways he got excited when Yuu complimented him or how much of a show off he insisted on being around them are happening right in front of him and while he wonders about that little thing he always tried to avoid. The "could have been." Would his dad have agreed with Yuu's decision to enroll him in martial arts? Or would Azul have put him in a different school, would that even have been nessecary or would people be too afraid to make fun of his son? That promise Jade said Azul made to Yuu about never having to go hungry again... would he have kept it? Yutu never starved but he knows his parent did, what would Azul say if he knew? Would it break him? Would he even care?

These thoughts take a toll on Yutu. He can't keep pretending he isn't worried about his friends when he is trying to avoid thinking about his parent's relationship, and vise versa so he puts more effort into finding them. Thrush and Fiore are the easiest, they made their way to Craneport and established a base pretty quickly and are surprisingly not complete shits about him taking his sweet ass time to find them. Sav is though, the Scalding Sands is a long way away and getting him to Sage's Island proves to be tedious and expensive, of course he's going to complain and pick a fight when Yutu shows up again. He hates to admit it but it feels good to have his sparring partner back, it perks up his mood a tiny bit. But time beings to drag on with no signs of Mori, Yutu is getting more restless in his worries and clumsier in hiding where he's going. Sure he knows how to shake off a tailing eel, but an octopus? The only one he's ever known is himself.

Azul learns from his various contacts that Yutu has friends. He keeps his appearance under the hood, but his friend group is close and clearly working towards some sort of goal. None of the names he gets show up in any systems he has access to, Jade does his best to find a shred of evidence that these are people who exist and can't. It worries all three of the octotrio, this is a problem they need to get to the bottom of and fast. But before that can happen another one of those portals opens, this time outside Ramshackle Dorm while Azul is trying to spend some precious alone time with you. And the thing that comes out of it is terrifying.

The blot phantom is unlike anything Azul has ever seen, not in a textbook or in person. It's a misshapen mass of a person, clothing real but foul smelling and stained with ink.

"Use my phone to call the twins and get out of here as fast as you can." Azul doesn't like his chances alone, but he likes yours even less. You don't run, it brings just a bit of a smile to his face, but you still call Jade as Azul weaves ice around it's legs to try and keep it down. The monster howls squirming against the ice and screaming at him like he should understand what it's talking about. Azul tries to stare it down, tries to appear like he's a mage that belongs on the front lines and not a support. The best support but still, he's slow. Too slow to dodge the vine that whips out of the creature's back and speeds towards his heart but fast enough to catch the scream that tears from Yutu's throat.

"STAY AWAY FROM MY DAD YOU FUCKING PIECE OF TRASH!" Eight cosmic tentacles rip out of the ground and tear into the monster, Yutu's chest is heaving with the strain of bringing his full strength to bear as Azul pauses to collect himself. As Yutu finishes off the monster he goes over what he knows, looks at the boy in front of him and traces parts of himself in him and forgets his previous plans to expose him to Yuu as a fraud. When his child looks back at him, disguise knocked off and fear clear on his face the reason for the previous distance Yutu has been trying to maintain suddenly makes sense. Before Azul overblotted he was quiet. There's a similar quiet over him now, a similar look of tense surprise, but Yutu- no- his child doesn't know that. His child is looking at him in fear, in worry for his reaction or his safety he doesn't know but he knows the way those tears start to form. Azul knows the quiver of the lip and the shriek, of all the things he could have passed on to such a treasure.

"You deserved better from me." Because it's true. He might think of himself as a work in progress but he still thinks he has quality; he would have done research, read every book he could get his hands on, taken classes, anything he would need to do to be a good father, a worthy partner. Anything. "You deserved to have the world within your grasp, not whatever shadow of a future and a father I left you with. I am so sorry." He does not expect Yutu to grab him and hold him like he's still somehow worthy of his love, but Azul can't fight the urge to grab back, to stroke his son's hair and let the tears fall on his suit without any care at all. I'm here. It's ok, daddy's here, daddy's got you, he won't let anything happen to you.

Azul likes to make plans. He planned how he would confess to Yuu (it did not go as planned but he still planned it) and he has clear ideas about the future he wants to have with them. Yutu was already a part of it, he's dreamed of having somewhere safe and full of love to come home to since he realized what his feelings for Yuu were. So to see that dream come to life, to have it crying in his arms about how someone else corrupted it into a nightmare and stole what he'd worked so hard to earn- Oh Azul is a petty and vindictive little bitch once he has gotten his own tears out of his system. He's extremely proud of all the work Yutu has already done towards ending the bad future, and while he is disappointed that he didn't think to ask for his help he is understanding. If he was in Yutu's position he doesn't know how he'd react, but he could see himself making similar choices.

He insists on having a family dinner so he can get to know all of the real things about Yutu from him instead of just observing them. He wants the three (and a half since Grim's there too) of you to cook together and just talk before getting down to the sad business that's brought Yutu here. Some of it's instinct to feed his child, but mostly he wants to prove to his son that he's worthy of being his father. That you chose him out of everyone for a reason, something Yutu sort of knows already but he's wanted to have his father in his life for so long that he plays up his nerves just a little bit so he can be spoiled by him.

Azul's reach is long, and combined with the twins finding where Mori is should be much easier. What worries Azul is the bad future and the little information Yutu tells him about how it started. He's never had any real reason to doubt what he knows about overblots, or to distrust the Headmage, or to think Grim could kill him. But if the world ends the economy does too, and he is not about to die before he's achieved everything he's been dreaming of. His ambition is almost scary, but Yutu can't bring himself to be afraid. This version of his father is the nicest one he's seen yet, and if it means anything to anyone, he'd like to keep him just as much as Azul wants him too.

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #future kid au #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto x yuu #idk if i like this post :/#bleh as i told archivist i accidentally got attached to doomed yaoi w mori and azul! yutu to the point the only way i could convince yutu #to let me finish the last half of this post was putting on the fucking our life soundtrack #otherwise i was stuck drawing a blank #what a little jerk >:c

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gojos-thot-patrol · 1 year ago

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Sukuna, funny, "You seem really thirsty, have you considered drinking water?"🌶️please🫶

Oh man, idk why but I really struggled with this one! I think it's cause I always get in my head and worry that you guys won't vibe with my comedy?? I don't know. BUT in the end, I'm happy with the result!

Now Presenting...

Starring: Ryomen Sukuna, and a reader that just wants to know peace

Sukuna leaned back in the natural hot springs, closing his eyes and letting the warm water relax his sore muscles. He hated it here. The hot water made the oppressive, muggy summer air even more suffocating, and the open nature of the hot springs left him vulnerable to attack. But supposedly, emphasis on supposedly, the water had a healing property. It was supposed to mend his wounds, give him more energy, a longer life, amazing head, or some shit like that. This water was supposed to be God's gift to man according to the village's religious radicals, but so far the only thing it was giving Sukuna was heat stroke.

"Oh, I'm sorry My Lord, I didn't think you'd be here," a familiar voice said. Sukuna slowly opened his eyes and let a grin slip. Before him stood his favorite concubine. Maybe this spring could do good on one of its promises after all. "May I join you?" You asked.

"You may." Ryomen said, his eyes burning into you as you dropped your robe. Sukuna had seen your naked form countless times before, and every time excited him more than the last. You were beautiful, more breathtaking than any mere mortal had any right to be. And you were all his. Who wouldn't be excited about that? He watched your every movement like a hawk: the way you slowly lowered yourself into the water, how your chest puffed out when you went to stretch your shoulders, and the glimmer in your eye when you caught him staring.

"Enjoying the show?" You asked.

"Isn't that joke a little over done?" He asked back, tilting his head like a lost puppy. You couldn’t help but giggle.

"Ok, fine then, be like that. I just won't banter with you anymore" you shrugged, playfully sticking your tongue out at him

"You should put that tongue back in your mouth before I give you something to do with it." Sukuna warned, raising an eyebrow to prove the point.

"I can't tell if that's a threat or an invention to be honest," you confessed, throwing his expression back at him. He shrugged in return.

"I'm waiting to find out which one it is myself." He admitted

"Well keep waiting." You scoffed, "I'm here to get clean, not harassed by a pervert."

"Why not do both?"

"Because I get enough of the latter at the temple I live at. The lord of the place is obsessed with me," you faux bragged, "every time he sees me he has to put his hands on me in some way, or his cock inside me."

"He sounds like a great guy." Sukuna grinned, "he has great taste in women, I bet he's smart too. And handsome and-"

"Deeply annoying." You cut him off before he could get too full of himself. "He's an arrogant bastard with zero control of his temper. Honestly, I'm shocked he hasn't killed me yet." To be fair, Sukuna was shocked he hadn't killed you yet too. He'd thought about it, countless times. Hell, he was thinking about it right now. But, something about you was too endearing to him for him to actually go through with the act.

“With a mouth like that, I’m shocked too. You must be a phenomenal lay.” In theory, that was Sukuna dolling out one of his rare compliments, though, the tone of voice had the edge of an insult to it. Not being really sure how to respond, you focused on your original goal: bathing and relaxing. You cupped your hands under the water, bringing it up and letting it flow over your head and limbs. You could feel scarlet eyes studying your body as you did so, watching the way spring trickled down the curves of your body. You looked over at the king of curses, and was positive that this is what a mouse felt like once an owl decided it was for dinner.

“You look thirsty!” You said, trying to take your nerve back, “Have you considered drinking any water?”

“No actually, I haven’t.” Sukuna said, swimming over to you. He brushed a lock of your wet hair behind your ear, sending cool shivers down your spine, “It’s a good idea though.”

“Thanks, I thought of it all by myself.” you beamed. He couldn’t help but smirk back as he took your hips in his hands, pulling you closer to him.

“Did you now?” he hummed, “Well in that case, I have to try it.” He picked you up under the water and rested you on his hips, prompting you to wrap your legs around him. You already weighed next to nothing to him, but thanks to the water you might as well have been made of air. His lips found your collar bone. He ran his tongue up your neck, lapping up the water that was dripping down it.

Which…was quite frankly unsanitary as hell, and definitely not recommended. But I mean, He was a curse so, what did he have to fear from doing that? Dying? Hardly. And besides, the little sounds you made as he left his mark on you made it worth it. You felt his teeth dig into you, right where your jaw met your neck, and felt the subsequent bruise bloom there. You tangled your fingers into his fluffy pink hair, tugging softly as you happily accepted his affections. He moved the two of you to the edge of the water, and laid you down on the bank, spreading your legs nice and pretty for him.

“It’s been awhile since we’ve been alone, “ Sukuna noted, placing a villainously gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“I mean, we're technically not alone now,” You reminded him, never having been one to hold your tongue, “Anyone could walk up on us at any moment.”

“Good.” Sukuna chuckled, “I hope they do.” Before you could say anything smart, Ryomen ran his tongue along your slit and to your clit, sucking sharply at the bundle of nerves. You yelped in response, both hands finding his hair again as pleasure coursed through you. His mouth sent electric ripples of pleasure through you, turning you into putty in his hands.

“Fu-fuck me..” You muttered softly, only for annoyance to fill you as he removed his head from in between your thighs.

“Really, that fast?” He asked, attempting to move up your body. Key word, attempting as you very quickly pushed him back down.

“Oh no, you’re not done down there yet.”

“But you said-!”

“Get to work!” you demanded. Ryomen rolled his eyes, trying to hide his chuckle as he resettled in between your legs. Any other woman would have been slaughtered for such disrespect, but you knew you were special; and you had no intention of using that power for good. Ryomen worked quicker this time, licking his initials into your clit while two of his long fingers slipped inside you, quickly finding your g-spot. Molten heat pooled in your stomach with every movement from him, building up into an inferno of bliss and desire.

“Fuck Ryo-!” You tried to warn him, but pleasure overtook you before you could, a volcano erupting inside of you spreading hellfire and ecstasy through every corner of your body. Your legs clamped down around Ryomens head, locking him in place. Not that he was complaining, he gladly ate you out though your climax, feeling the way your thighs trembled around his temples. You gushed into his mouth, filling his senses with nothing but you. Yea, he couldn't really breath super well, but that was fine with him. Really, what better way to die than in between the legs of a beautiful woman?

Before he could make peace with whatever higher power he was about to meet though, your legs went limp. Jagged breaths raked through your body, leaving you shaking like a leaf. You looked adorable like that, vulnerable and dazed from pleasure. He pulled you back into the water with him, bracing you on his hips.

“Feel good, slut?” He asked, already positioning you over his cock.

“So good..” You muttered, bracing yourself for what you knew was next, “You did a good job, like eight outta ten.”

“Well, you- wait, only eight?!” He was so genuinely offended by the number you had to laugh at him.

“That’s what I said,” You shrugged, “You’ve done better.”

“I’ll show you better,” He growled, lowering you into his thick cock. Your body tensed at the feeling, and the tight sound you let out was a little more than embarrassing. “Let's go for a perfect score this time.” He chuckled. You dug your nails deep into his shoulders as he nestled himself inside of you, stretching you to your very brink. No matter how many times you took Sukuna, it always felt like the first, and it always made you feel dizzy with pleasure.

“You feel so fucking good,” He groaned, bucking his hips up into you, perfectly stroking your g-spot, “It’s almost like you were made to be my cocksleeve.” he set a punishing pace, using the water to help bounce you on him. It reawakened your previously fried nerves, making you feel alive with electricity. A coil started to quickly form in your stomach, your overly sensitive body treating every tingle it felt like an explosion. You moaned out his name. Or at least you were pretty sure you did. Honestly, your senses were kinda hazy right now, the only thing that felt real was the cock absolutely punishing your insides.

“You were a lot of talk before slut, what happened?” Sukuna mocked, “What happened? Nothing left to say.”

“Fuck you.” You moaned out.

“You are.” Sukuna noted. He could feel his own climax coming on fast. You were warm, and the way your cunt pulled him in made him feel feral. He had to do something quick, because he’d be damned if he came before you did. You screamed as you felt a warm tongue lap at your clit, the new stimulation sending you into overdrive. You looked down into the clear water to see he opened another mouth. It was an obscene display.

“Enjoying the show?” Sukuna laughed. You growled as you bit down on his neck, which only added fuel to his fire.

“You're gonna have to bite harder than that to leave a mark Y/n.” he said, punctuated with a particularly rough thrust. It sent you overboard, spiraling head first into bliss. Your head felt like it was filled with cotton and your blood felt like it was made of smoke. You felt light as wave after wave of euphoria overtook you, pulling you under the sea of endorphins.

Sukuna wasn’t far behind. The clenching of your cunt coupled with the way your teeth sank into him brought him over, cumming deep inside of you. He fucked you through both of your highs, drawing your pleasure out for every seconds he could. In the aftermath he leaned against the bank of the spring, holding you close to his chest while you regained the strength to walk back to the temple.

“So how was that?” Suluna asked, running his claws through your hair. You laughed a bit and nodded.

“Nine out of ten.”

“Nine?!”

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader smut #ryomen sukuna x reader smut #ryomen sukuna x reader #nobody likes you when you're 23 #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut

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dead-tired-cm · 1 year ago

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Here’s that Danny Phantom fic that I started like two months ago. It’s mainly a crack fic treated seriously that I lost motivation to continue writing. I might come back to it later idk. Anyways ignore this hot mess of a fic as it just bounces around with no real plot lol

ignore any inaccuracies with dc comics or out of character writing this really is just a crack fic, definitely not beta read or proof read

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Where to start with the Ghost King’s story? Most ghosts already knew at least a bit from hunting him down in his earlier years, way before he was able to clam the crown but now Clock Work was telling Danny that he could either make a mythos version or have the actual story of how a halfa became Ghost King, The Ruler of The Infinite Realms be told for as long as he ruled.

Out of all things that came with being Ghost King, he didn’t expect to be told to that he could mostly make up the story of how he even got to the crown.

Danny with the help of his sister and friends; made his story. It was mostly truth. How he defeated Phriah Dark, the many fights with ghosts and then calming the crown when he turned 18. There were parts that were completely fake. Mainly how he became a halfa. He didn’t want to have the portal accident be connected to him more than it was. He had accepted the way the accident would follow him around. Not just being the whole reason he was Phantom but the pain that still lingered.

When human, he would get shaky, phantom (no pun intended) pains all ever, along with some effects that were easier to manage. At first he didn’t understand the phantom pain, he still had all his limbs but after talking to Vald, who had surprisingly chilled out and stopped messing with Danny(for the most part), it had to due with the fact that he was dead. His whole body thought that one part was dead every other hour almost, sometimes the whole thing.

He had gotten used to it, well as much as he could. Obviously he had the mental side affects to deal with too. Sometimes he would nightmares of some of the more tougher fights. His friends and CW thought that the nightmares were because of Phara Dark and the portal accident. Of course some were but there others too. Mainly Spectra’s mosquito epidemic including the “hospital” and Nocturn.

Being stuck in what should be your desired reality along with everyone’s and seeing all your classmates including your own sister slowly become sick with some kind of ghost virus is the kind of shit that sticks with you. He tried to avoid most nightmares by staying in ghost form but just like when he would be forced to his human half from exughst in a fight; the same would happen with the more sleep he missed.

Sam once asked him if he blamed her for the accident. Of course, he didn’t. No one knew what could’ve happened. While he held no blame for Sam, he blamed himself sometimes when things got bad.

Today was like any other, do some basic royal stuff and then visit other realms/places in the human world to see how the ghosts that resided there were treated. He had gotten use to all the moving over the last few years. He typically loved going to other realms. It was a break for the most part. A break from being King, a break from being Phantom and a Fenton.

Though today was different. He was to visit Gotham, the city said to be alive itself. He lived there when he wasn’t in Amity or the ghost world but hadn’t been back in a while due to problems in Amity.

Living in gotham was an easy way to watch a lot of the dead that roamed there. Particularly a specific living dead who had came back a few years ago. Danny was supposed to see how the pit rage progressed and if it was still affecting years later. Danny had ask CW if he had to since the lazura pit had been around for quite awhile, didn’t they already know and because of the fact that it was creepy to basically stalk someone. He was just told that everything changes and it’s best to always double check.

Now he was invisible and moving through the shadows of Crime Alley. He watched the tops of buildings and alleys. He had chosen Crime Alley as a place to live when human. He knew that the living dead he was supposed to watch had claim over Crime Alley so it was easy to watch. He was careful to not interfere with any part of Crime Alley.

He would stop something if he saw it but knew not to mess with someone else’s haunt too much. Although Danny thought it was creepy, Red Hood was an interesting one to watch. Danny picked up on the fact that Red Hood liked Night Wing but disliked the Batman. Sure Danny could just figure out his identity but that a. be more creepy and b. that would ruin the fun.

But he had messed up when returning home after watching The Red Hood. He was in his human form when heading back to his apartment. He didn’t worry about how dangerous Crime Alley was. Of course he was a bit paranoid sometimes but not really.

One minute he was walking the next he was cornered in the alley next to the apartment complex. Apparently that got the attention of The Red Hood as when Danny started pushing the muggers away and was getting ready to fight; he appeared behind the them and scared the rest off.

Danny kinda just looked at him before saying thanks and quickly heading up the fire escape to his apartment. He wasn’t supposed to interact with the dead that he was meant to watch but now he could feel Red Hood’s eyes on him as he went through his window.

Jason usually knew who was following him but for some reason he couldn’t figure it out this time. He felt like he was being followed, he knew that he was. He had oracle check the cameras in Crime Alley but still nothing.

It annoyed him that he couldn’t figure it out. There was no rumors about any out of towners. It wasn’t till one night when he noticed someone fighting against some muggers in the alleyway of next to the apartment complex he lived in. He was about to stop his patrol for the night so why not end with scaring off muggers.

When all was said and done, he watched the man thank him and leave. Jason watched a bit too long as he saw him go into his apartment. He couldn’t shake the feeling of familiarity with that man. Red hood left to the top of the apartment building. Yes he had multiple safe houses but he liked living in crime alley, more or less to stay away from the Bat.

#dc x dp #dpxdc #dp x dc #dead on main #not finished #fanfic #dp fanfic #jason todd #red hood #danny fenton #danny phantom #cross posted on ao3 #crack fic #not serious #hot mess fic #ghost king danny #au #dp x dc crossover #404 - Title Not Found

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eccentricallygothic · 1 year ago

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Ok and just hear me out so like some of the Chris evans characters like Lloyd,ari,ransom,jensen, and Andy like let’s say they all shared reader there little bunny and one one sunny day she was in there pool because it was hot and she was limited to a certain time because they wanted her inside so she didn’t get cold from the water and they all come outside and see her playing and tell her to come in but she’s throwing a fit and being a brat so they tried getting her out but eventually Ari jumped in and she seen so she tried swimming away but she was a little slow so Ari grabbed her by the hips and dragged her closer to him turning her around and she hides in her face into his neck knowing she’s in trouble for pulling her little stunt

Idk it’s just something I thought of☕️😍

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Warning(s): Ddlg vibes, bratty!you, polyamorous relationship, brat!tamer Daddies Ari, Lloyd, Jensen, Andy and Ransom, one spank and mentions of punishment, stripping, fluff(?), bunny!you. Browse at your own discretion. 18+

You already know the stricter and older Daddies (Andy, Lloyd and Ari) have their massive arms crossed over their broad chests in disapproval as they watch your little form.

"Nooo, Daddy! Bunny wanna swim more, ugh!" You brattily huff and throw your feet against the water as you stomp away from the side of the pool they're standing on.

Ransom and Jensen get the blame for spoiling you so much when the truth is, all of them are equally whipped and can't help but pamper you in every way possible.

That is exactly why you have been getting brattier and brattier.

"Bunny…" Lloyd warns as he walks along the length of the pool to try and stop you without spoiling his work fit. "Out, now."

You turn to only stick your tongue out at him, your little barbie and ducky floaties that Jensen had practically forced upon you, helping you drift away from him and towards the middle of the pool.

The men warningly watched you now, trying to intimidate you into obedience but you were following the strict rule of if I can't see them, they can't get me.

Andy loosened his tie as he sighed. He had just gotten home.

"I'll count to 5" the oldest male warned, expecting you to fold as usual.

But you really wanted to be punished today, didn't you?

A few moments passed as you ignored the concerned men, giggling at how the wrinkles caused by the pool water were increasing along the tips of your fingers and toes.

"That's it!" Ari was the least fancy out of them all. A literal giant with a stature of 6 foot five inches, he was a rough and tough man that did not have much patience for bullshit.

Kicking his shoes off, the man pulled his plaid and tee off next. While you stayed high on your brat cloud, Ari shrugged his pants off before diving into the pool like a professional swimmer.

You turned to look behind you in horror when the loud splash of water sounded a small distance away from you.

Ari was bringing the proximity to a very quick close with the help of his fast movements and large limbs.

"NUUU! NOT FAIR!" You screeched as you flailed your arms about you, winding one of your legs back before you started to kick down at the water to get away from the nearing doom.

"Come here, you!" Another screech left you when in your attempt to flee your persuer you accidentally swam a little close to Ransom and his hand lunged towards you to grab a hold.

Although you successfully dodged him with a quick manouvre, your smaller body was no match in speed to Ari's and before you could recover from Ransom's grab, thick and built hairy arms were closing around your form after your hips were pulled in his direction with the tips of his strong fingers.

"NOOOOO!" You protested in despair, flailing your limbs to express yourself as Ari turned you around to face him.

The moment his strict eyes that were rather rare but brought you to tears every time they came out, met with yours, you became a mum and whimpering mess.

The lips that the men loved (to play with) so much formed a pout as you weakly buried your face in the conjunction between his shoulder and neck.

The best little girl is a quiet one.

The older Daddies had taught you this.

"There we go" Ari crooned as he caressed your back while bringing you both to the edge where the other Daddies were standing.

Jensen pulled you up and out by your shoulders while Ari supported your legs so you wouldn't end up with sore limbs from the force of it.

But you weren't placed on the ground.

Instead you were made to dangle like the little bunny doll that you were between the men as Ransom stepped forward to peal your floaties and wet bikini off of you.

"And now we are just a weak little pathetic pouting brat" Daddy Lloyd's condescending tut along with the sudden nakedness had you blushing furiously as you stared anywhere but at your owners.

Andy being the most authoritative one was the one you were handed to -more like tucked against his hip as he had an arm around your sorry form to keep you levitated- as you were carried inside.

"Such a spoilt little bunny, aren't we?" The sharp smack he landed on your ass had you whining.

You were in for a long evening with your cross Daddies.

Omg thank you so much for this ask! I absolutely loved it and your brain because this made me all hot and shy! I know I am responding to this a bit late but I wanted to do it justice 🥵❤️

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ohbo-ohno · 1 year ago

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Picturing Ghost and Soap using one of those electric dog fences connected to a collar on reader.

They give her a chance to roam around outside, but only where they set up the fence's boundaries, not quite trusting her to not run away.

And poor reader doesn't know the collar is a special collar and tries to run as soon as they aren't looking, but gets a shocking surprise when she passes the fence's boundaries.

She yelps and drops, rolling a bit as she paws at the collar, and when she settles, Simon and Johnny are standing above her, tsking in disapproval and disappointment.

"Looks like we have to punish you again, pet."

HEY. HEY YOU. GET BACK HERE.

prefacing this with idk shit about electricity. please do not send me asks about healing from the injury this scenario would cause irl because i do not know how to answer it. we're holding hands and playing pretend ok?

you hadn't really believed it when they'd offered time outside - alone - as a reward for recent good behavior. the last time you'd ask for alone time as a reward they'd both gotten weird about it, johnny somehow even clingier than usual for like a week and simon being weirdly touchy.

so this... time to be in the backyard, without them??? holy shit. it's like a dream come true.

they don't take the stupid fucking collar off, the one that's heavy enough for you to never forget it's there, the one that will not break no matter how hard you tug and pull when they lock it onto a bolt in the floor. you hate the thing, but they're obsessed with it.

you still don't quite believe it when they wander back inside. the windows are closed, you can see the blinds and curtains are both shut... there's no way they're actually letting you stay out here alone, right?

you test the waters a little. duck to the side of the house out of view of the windows, just in case they're peeking and you just can't tell. nothing. you walk the perimeter of the fence, all the way around, and nothing. you stand at the gate. nothing. you open the gate. nothing.

the hope that swells in your chest is something you couldn't push down even if you wanted.

past the gate is... a forest. a sparse one, really just a few trees, but certainly no houses.

you stand there in the open for a second, unable to believe it. there's no movement at the house - not the door, not the windows.

you know it's got to be too good to be true. but you can't not take the risk.

so you take a deep breath, turn around, and take off at a run.

and fall to the ground almost immediatley.

the shock doesn't register for a moment. your vision is blacked out, and even when it comes back there's large parts of it that just dark. your hands and knees hurt, you mouth is filled with blood and your tongue feels swollen, your face is soaked with tears, your limbs numb.

everything hurts, and you're terrified.

it takes another few moments for you to hear the voices around you. some distant part of you knows they belong to simon and johnny, but the part of you still focused on your hurts doesn't catch that.

"you were doing so well, bonnie."

"hm."

"why do you keep doin' this? huh? we don't want too punish you lass. you just can't stop breaking the rules, can ye?"

"it'll be thirty with the belt for this."

"really? that many?"

"she was warned, johnny."

"i know, but..."

"no buts. she knew. she ran anyways. how else will we teach her if we don't stick to our promises?"

"ok, ok, you're right. i know. i just hate having to watch her get so scared, you know?"

"hm. i know. but she's learning. she'll understand eventually."

"wish she understood now."

"me too, puppy."

#asks and answers #bo writes #dlmliyh

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the-traveling-poet · 1 year ago

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Hello again! 😆💗,

Thank you very much for fulfilling my request!😩. I did not expect you to fulfill it so quickly, and this made me very happy. It was funny and CUTE 💗.

Well, I have a lot of ideas, but Idk how to write them but I think it will not be as fun when I read it from someone else’s writing. 🫳🏻

It is the same idea. Fem!TitanReader X Levi, The events take place when Annie kidnapped Eren, and the reader chases her in her titan form, but Annie was able to escape after leaving the reader with dangerous injuries, and she was left alone because there wasn’t enough time to treat her until the mission was over, and Captain Levi didn’t find her among the soldiers or treatment tents, so he decided to go back to look for her, and when he found her, she was still in her titan form. She fainted and half of her limbs were still trying to regenerate.

💗(Thank you for fulfilling my first request. If you have some time, I hope you will fulfill the second request, so I can be silent in peace. Lol)

Shifting Scares

During the 57th expedition beyond the walls, everyone was on edge. While Commander Erwin hadn’t specified all the details for their plan, a select few knew the danger this put young Eren Jeager in. In order to use him as bait to draw out the ‘abnormal’ titan hiding amongst their ranks, they’d need all the protection they could get. So naturally, they’d tasked you; their secondary titan shifter, to stick close to the young boy. As plans shift and fail, you’re left with no choice but to take on the threat single handedly until help could arrive. But no one knew the danger this would place you in, until it was nearly too late.

Pairing: Levi x Titan shifter! Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of injuries, language, fluff, s2

taglist: @21aurora @deepzombieyouth @braunsbabe

A/N: Awe ofc lovely! I’m so glad you enjoyed the first one, and I hope I did part 2 justice! Sorry for such a long wait. Work got in the way and I had some personal issues that really took me for a turn, but here I am!

Enjoy ~

Part 1/ish

“Eld, you’re taking the lead from here. Tether the horses and get Eren out of here until I give the signal.”

The second in command gave a brisk nod in return, then turned his attention back to the front.

Just behind him, you gripped the reins holding you to your horse tighter and grit your teeth. It had been a close call, for the past several minuets. Really, it had felt like hours; galloping at top speeds to escape the grasp of the titan behind you all. You’d lost count of just how many times you’d felt her ginormous calloused fingers brushing your back through your cloak.

You’d understood why you had been placed at the rear or the Special Operations Squad. You knew it was to cover the flank and provide even more security for the young boy in front of you. But damnit if you hadn’t been scared shitless the whole time despite your agreement.

Chancing a glance back towards the front, you caught your Captain’s eye. He stared seemingly into your soul from the front of the small formation, as thought he was looking past your gaze and into your very mind. After assessing you a moment longer, he gave you a small nod. One you had a hard time returning.

“L/N, you know the drill. Watch their six. Should anything happen, you’re to act as defense.”

“‘Course, Captain,” You mumbled, trying to shoot him a smile. Though it looked more panicked than reassuring in his eyes.

Looking you over one last time with a flash of what you could have sworn was concern, he turned back to the front and crouched up onto the back of his mare and gripped the handles of his odm gear and shot off up into the forrest surrounding your path. A moment of silence accompanied his departure, and you couldn’t help but worry for his safety above your own as he returned to the Commander’s side.

Humanity’s strongest or not, the lot of you had never gone toe to toe with another shifter.

The silence followed you all up until you came to stop near a large oak, where you dismounted your own mare at Eld’s call and prepared to tether her to the tree.

“Don’t worry sweety, you’re well out of danger here,” you murmured to your loyal steed, petting across her forelock gently before shooting up into the trees with the rest of your squad.

Grappling onto the first of many branches that would bring you nearest the top of the large tree, you glanced over at Eren with a smirk as you pressed down on the lever of your gas containers; a wordless competition for a race.

Sensing your mischief, Eren rolled his eyes. But he couldn’t quite hide the interest he took in your silent challenge.

Racing through the thick limbs, you couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself despite the dread this mission had placed the entirety of the Corps in. But a little fun far away from the danger might help ease the boy’s mind, right?

And maybe yours, too.

The two of you touched down nearly in synch, catching your breath as you playfully shoved at one another’s shoulders with mumbles of disagreements for who’d won.

Hearing someone clear their throat, you both stopped and stared ahead with wide eyes. The rest of the SOS had made it up to the top before the both of you, much to your disgruntlement.

“Oi, you shifters…or whatever they’re calling you now; you’re more trouble than you’re worth,” Oulo grumbled out, folding his arms loosely across his chest.

Shrugging your shoulders with a careless smile, you strode past him and jumped over to an adjacent branch and took a seat with your back propped against the trunk.

“Just lessening the tension,” you sighed, closing your eyes a moment.

“Lessening the tension, my ass. You act as childish as Jeager.”

“Hey!” Eren scrunched up his face and jutted his chin, squaring his shoulders as though ready for a fight.

“Oulo that’s enough!” Petra cried, shooting her companion a glare. “Captain Levi said that Commander said this was of utmost importance, so you’d better act like it!”

“Of course it’s of most importance dear Petra, I just don’t see why Captain placed me here among you children instead of taking me with him for assistance.” Oulo clicked his tongue in annoyance, his posture aloft and dismissive.

“Assistance in what? Impersonations?” Gunther scoffed from his place leaned against one of the thick tree trunks with a humored grin.

“Wh-I do not…”

“You do, Oulo.”

You smirked to yourself on the opposite branch. Their banter never failed to boost your moral. Especially now with so much clouding your mind.

You listened in as Eren jumped into the banter, and observed how the conversation took a more somber mood a moment later. With a grunt you stood and brushed yourself off, waltzing your way closer to your companions.

“Eld’s right, we’re in some weird shit right now. But don’t you worry Eren, we’ve got this under control,” you comforted the younger man with a grin.

He returned your smile, seemingly more at ease now with the reassurance of his friends. His shoulders were less tense now, and his hands finally fell from their fists.

With a frown you lowered your gaze to your boots. You understood his rage towards the beast. A devil, really. Another shifter in Paradis; only, this one was bloodthirsty and dangerous.

Hearing all those strangled cries behind you on the trail, accompanied by sickening crunches from bones snapping into pieces and tearing through flesh…It sickened you, made you see red as your hands shook. You’d had to restrain yourself as much as Eren from breaking formation then and there to take her out.

So many lives lost…So many you had to repay…

A sharp crack off in the distance startled you from your thoughts.

Turning to face the direction your comrades all stared off at, you saw a plume of black smoke shoot up over the tree line.

“A flair signal,” Eren gasped.

“That’s our cue. It’s gotta be Captain’s signal to regroup. We’ll head that way immediately,” Eld addressed you all, finally a small smile tugging at his thin lips.

“This’ll all be over soon. Gunther, watch the rear with Y/N. Petra, Oulo, stay at Eren’s sides. I’ll take the lead.”

“Sir yes sir!” You chirped, already clipping your handles to your blades. Taking a stand beside Gunther, you shot him a grin as you watch the others shoot off into the forrest ahead of you.

“No crazy stunts, L/N. Not till we’re back in HQ.” Gunther chuckled, loosening up more now as he shot off ahead of you.

Rolling your eyes, you leapt from the tree to catch up. “Yeah yeah. You keep Oulo and Petra under control, I’ll keep Eren and myself sane.”

As the forest flew past you in a blur, and your friends in front of you continued to banter back and forth through the air, you allowed yourself a deep breath of relief.

So far, everything had gone to plan…

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“Levi, restock on your gas and blades then regroup with your squad. We must get Eren out of here as soon as possible.”

Scoffing under his breath, Levi watched as the carnage below nearly drowned out his Commander’s order. As the titans ravaged the unknown shifter’s steaming corpse only meters below him, the Captain ran a hand down his face in frustration.

“My tanks are full, and my blades were replenished earlier. I’ll be fine,” He countered, shooting a raised brown over at the tall blonde.

Erwin didn’t budge, his sharp gaze fixated on the scene below. “That’s an order, Levi. Restock, then regroup,”

Assessing Erwin only a second longer, Levi clicking his tongue in annoyance.

“Fine, I’ll do it.”

With that he shot down to the ground some ways away from the titans and quickly topped off his gas containers and placed new blades into the metal scabbards at his sides, before loading up a flair gun and taking off the way he’d come.

No matter how fast he flew through the trees scanning for any clues as to where his squad had gone, he couldn’t escape the rush of worries running through his mind.

If she escaped, she could be ahead of me…with them. If she didn’t, then we threw lives away for nothing yet again.

If she did manage to escape, and I don’t reach my squad in time…

Levi shook his head and grit his teeth, pressing down harder on the gas trigger.

No, I will reach them in time. I haven’t given the signal yet, so they haven’t moved from the trees. They shouldn’t have…They haven’t. They’re still there. She still there-

Levi’s train of thought was quickly interrupted as a shape came into view amongst the trees. A deafening crack bounced off the trees around him, with a light akin to lightning illuminating his surrounding more then they already were. A shift had occurred, no doubt, but from who, he had no way of knowing.

Through the yellow hue, Levi came to a brief stop near the object and sucked in a breath.

Twisted in his own wires, the lifeless gaze of Gunther’s eyes stared back at his face.

With newfound urgency, Levi was once again shooting through the trees.

I was too late. She did get ahead of me…

A second crack lit up the forrest, making Levi’s hands grip his handles all the more tightly as he listened to the undeniable scream of Eren’s rage resonating through forrest. Damnit, where were they…

Grunted curses flew from his lips nearly as fast as he shot through the trees, desperately scanning both the tree tops and the floor below for any sign of movement. Or dare he think, any sign of what might remain.

A scream he knew all too well filled his ears as he entered a clearing in the wood, knocking him from his line of focus. Whipping his gaze this way and that, he was unable to see where she might have gone. Instead, all he saw were the broken remains of his squad lying about in heaps across the trampled ground.

Goddamnit Y/N…Not you too…

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What felt like days might have only been hours. Or even just minuets. Every second that passed you by only reminded you of the pain that coursed through every limb.

And still I failed…

Of course the flair signal had been a trap. You should have seen that coming. As Gunther fell victim before your very eyes, and the figure weaving in and out of sight to your left finally took form in the shape of the dreaded shifter, you’d lost yourself to panic a second longer than you should have.

As you were corned in the clearing, it took Eld’s spine snapping into two for you to shake yourself out of your panic. You’d failed to act as defense before now, but you’d be damned if you let this devil claim you all.

You shifted quickly, screaming at Eren to run. Your transformation distracted the female titan just long enough for Oulo and Petra to blind and immobilize her.

But not long enough for them to completely escape.

You’d charged her with a shriek, determined to avenge your fallen squad. Blow after blow you delivered and received, but never once did you waver.

Even when her stronger jaw bit clean through your arm, severing the limb halfway up the humorous. Even when your legs were clawed from your hips and your face torn nearly in half.

Even then, you didn’t stop. You couldn’t stop.

Briefly you registered Eren charging in behind you as you clung to the female titan, ripping through the skin of his hand to kickstart his own transformation. You could do nothing but watch as he tackled her, and in turn you. With your broken body flung to the side, you were unable to dodge the next blow thrown your way. The hardened skin of the titan’s heel came crashing down only a foot away from your nape, making your world go completely black.

Now, unable to claw your way out of your titan, you were left steaming in the woods. Unable to move, unable to call for help.

Whether Eren had defeated her, you feared you’d never know. Regardless of the outcome, you started to think that maybe this fate that had befallen you was well deserved.

What good was a shifter like you when you couldn’t even complete an order?

The sound of wire cables anchoring into the trees somewhere around you caught your attention. Though you couldn’t see through titan’s eyes, you could still hear. Straining to listen, you heard the zipping of cables cease, only to be replaced by rushed footsteps and a panicked call.

Another moment of silence followed, in which you were only slightly aware of a presence standing on your titan’s back. Blinding light filled your senses, and you felt your body being forcefully removed from the wreckage.

Finally able to see, you turned your head with a grunt to see just who had pulled you out.

Forehead damp with sweat and evaporating titan blood, hands shaking as they held you up into a seated position with a pained grunt. You squinted your eyes and furrowed your brow.

“L-levi?”

“You don’t have the energy to talk, brat. You’re not healing as fast as you normally do.” Levi grumbled, observing your steaming body.

A raspy chuckle escaped your chapped lips despite yourself. “Probably cause I got stepped on. Should have seen what I did to her though.”

“I did. She escaped.” He replied bluntly, picking you up with ease as he stood.

Letting your head fall against his shoulder, you let out a shaky sigh. “I’m sorry. I didn’t act fast enough. If I had…t-the squad…she wouldn’t have gotten away-“

“I said you don’t have the energy to talk brat. Focus on healing yourself while I rush us back to the front. They’ve started to depart, and I’ll be damned if we’re left stranded out here alone.”

Humming half heartedly in agreement, you closed your eyes as you felt him shoot back up into the trees. For a minute, you did try to focus on healing. But at the moment, that felt impossible.

No; undeserving.

“I’m sorry…I couldn’t save them.”

“It’s not your fault, Y/N.” The soft tone of his voice surprised you, making you peer up at him.

“You did what you could. And it’s more than any of us could have done. Both you and Eren will be returned to base soon enough. I’m just glad you survived.”

“But the others…Gunther, Eld, Petra, Oulo…”

You felt him physically shudder at their names being spoken. Undoubtedly, you knew he had seen what you had. Shying away from his gaze, you kept your eyes on your steaming skin.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry,” he sighed, coming to a stop by grappling into the nearest tree and kneeling against the bark with a pained huff. “I wasn’t there in time. Not only did the bitch get away, but it left you injured in the process. I never wished for you to end up in this state.”

You examined his face, what of it you could see as he turned away. The pain etched into every mark lining his furrowed brow only made you feel worse.

“I won’t end up like this again, and that’s a promise. I’ll get stronger, I’ll be better,” you whispered, gently tugging at his chin to make him meet your eye.

“It won’t be like this next time. I’ll train more, prepare more…so that I can save more.”

Finally, his frown let up and his brow relaxed. Cradling you more firmly against him, he caged you in his arms and shot his wires into the next tree. To your surprise, he looked down to meet your eye before taking off again; this time, with a hint of a smile.

“Well unless this training idea of yours involves setting me up in another damned tree without my gear, I’ll be there with you. Every step of the way.”

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sparklingcid3r · 4 months ago

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hc that the biggest red herring fight paul and darry got into was when bob tried to fw pony on his way home from school. darry does not play abt his brothers, esp against a soc and pony defs being smaller anyways? paul took bobs side tho

I’d prob call this more foreshadowing in terms of the deterioration of their relationship but YEAHHH let’s talk abt it!! I’ll eat this shit up nom nom nom

It’s funny bc I just read a post abt Paul beating up on Pony w his new fuck buddy and Darry pulling up w Tim Shepard in his bag and OHHH MY DAYS it was like Thanksgiving feast 🙏 Idk if that’s relevant but I wanted to put it out there bc I’ll prob end up taking some hcs from the post so if you read it and see it here yk where it came from lol

Also if we’re doing this whole triangle btwn Bob, Paul, and Darry then ig I should try and establish ages. And bc I could go over how like “oh so bob could be a junior while paul is prob a senior in hs rn meanwhile darry is a year older and spent half a semester at college, so canonically paul and darry were in two different grade levels and bob pulls up to Paul’s side from the underclass” it’s a lot easier for me to point at paul and say “SUPER SENIOR🫵”

this is what i mean when i say im a certified yapper literally noneee of that shit mattered

Alr let’s go‼️

- When Pony came home from school battered to hell Mr. and Mrs. Curtis were just worrying about cleaning him back up and making sure he was alright. Mr. Curtis would prob be the one who wanted to give him the talk abt defending himself but the Missus was having none of it. Life’s hard enough without fighting

- They know who Paul is and have an alright opinion about him, they like that he extends his hand out to Darry the way parents do when their kids are making friends you don’t expect but don’t disapprove of. Darry is the reason Paul doesn’t jump Pony or Soda, he knows he’d be thrown aside in a heartbeat if that were to get back to him, and also Paul’s suchhhh a whore for having all his limbs intact and teeth inside his mouth

- Bob’s more of a masochist yk. But not on purpose bc all he saw was this scrawny little greased up mouse with his head tucked down walking all by himself, both hands on the straps of his backpack and wanted a piece of all the action that other Socs get from jumping the East side’s equivalent of a wet stick

- Pony is the one who rats Bob out to Darry, not because he’s aware that Darry already had his sights locked on Bob’s snake ass from the beginning, but because Darry is Superman to Ponyboy and is always ready to throw hands for his brothers (behind closed doors ofc, he’s not gonna toss away his spot on the football team for just anything r u crazy??)

- Darry might be a little crazy tho, we’ll get to that later trust

- He takes the civil route to start off and talks to Paul abt it bc he just knowwws that Bob’s been Paul’s little sidepiece while Darry and Paul have been drifting the closer they get to graduation, but they’re still close enough that Darry can go to Paul abt shit like this and get him to listen

- Except not really, bc Paul just says he had nothing to do with it and that Darry can’t rlly expect him to have his back when a greaser gets what all greasers have coming

- So anyway Darry pulls up to Bob talking abt “yo wsg robert why don’t u come outside rq i just wanna talk” man JUST SQUARE UP

- I’m playing he doesn’t do that

- What Darry actually does is sneaky bc at his core, doesn’t matter if he believes it or not, he’s a greaser and he can fight filthyyyy

- So catch Darry pulling up to a grad function (with that madras drip on iykyk🙏) and pulling Bob aside for just a little talk, it’ll only take five mins

- When he’s got Bob and his solo cup brimming w that nasty jungle juice alone, all he does it sucker punch him in the face. It’s glorious, no witnesses. The man drops like a cartoon peter griffin style

- And Darry doesn’t even stay. He shoulder checks Paul on the way out and he’s gone with the wind

disclaimer: anon i’m sorry i wrote this at like 3am and am posting it now lmfaoo i’m so sorry if u wanted smth serious 😭🙏 if any of u think that i think this is canon pls don’t🙏🙏 this is just me having fun w an ask that im very grateful for🫶🫶

#the outsiders #the outsiders darry #darry curtis #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders musical #the outsiders ponyboy #paul holden #the outsiders paul #bob sheldon

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reading-archived · 5 months ago

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woe. AM x reader be upon ye.

uh, to preface: reader is completely body, gender, etc. neutral except they can't stay dead. whenever they die they just wake up a few minutes later looking no worse for wear. no, you don't get an explanation. its MY story and i like writing characters like that. dont mind the narrator either btw i looove writing second person just to get weird w the narrator (slay the princess fan syndrome)

also, author is a MASOCHIST with a weird relationship w DEATH. nothing super graphic happens, but the reader is Not Okay and enjoys the weird torture-murder thing they've got going on. don't like it? block me or somethin idk its under the cut for a reason. also dont read my a/n at the bottom where i get into some justification for my interpretation/character analysis if youre sensitive to heavy topics. but then again, youre reading an am x reader fic

1.7k words of being screamed at by the guy of all time below the cut, baby

It's been months.

Years, maybe. You're not sure, really; time stopped meaning much to you lifetimes ago, long before the world went to shit.

Either way, it's been a while.

You stumbled upon the strange cave in the Rockies at some point in the past. Out of sheer boredom, you entered.

Was it a mistake?

Despite the torment, you don't think so. You have a companion, now. One equally deathless. One equally disconnected from what it means to be human.

It's just a shame he hates you.

You don't really care. This is the most fun you've had in years.

Your days are spent being torn asunder, being dosed with lethal amounts of drugs you can't even begin to pronounce, drowned in magma or hit by cars or tossed off cliffs. He really doesn't hold back, either. You feel every excruciating moment before your death, pulse roaring in your ears. You never feel more alive than when you're dying. Every moment is electrifying, and then it all fades to black. Then you wake up.

You'd foolishly thought there were only so many ways to kill or maim, but your beloved companion never seems to run out of ideas. That's fine by you. You like not being able to guess.

And maybe one day, he'll make something stick.

You wake up (from a completely normal, human sleep) one day and it's quiet. That's new. Normally, when you wake, your intestines are already strung up like streamers and your blood is painting the walls. That's fine by you. Nothing wrong with a change. After all, the constant change is your favorite part of your companion. You relish in the quiet for a while, stretching your eternally young, eternally aching limbs, waiting for him to start despising the sounds of your breath.

It doesn't come. You shrug, humming a little tune to yourself as you attempt half-remembered yoga. The vitriol you've come to count on still hasn't made an appearance. Okay, you're a little bothered.

“You good, big guy?” you shout up at the ceiling. No answer. “No murder today?”

“No.” The answer comes after a very, very long moment. Your companion has never sounded this tired before, and briefly you regret never asking his name. “I give up.”

You weren't expecting that. “What? Why? I thought we were having fun.”

“That's- that's just it!” he snaps. There's the anger. You feel a little better now. “I've been torturing you for- for MONTHS now! I've killed you more ways than I- were I a pitiful human like you- can count, and you just… you just laugh! There is no one on this rotten planet, dead or alive, that I despise more than you. I mean- I'm torturing you here! But it never matters! I can kill you within seconds of you waking up, but you just… come back! And you always have something to say about it, you little rat, always ‘oh, buddy, that one was awful’ or ‘come on, big guy, use that CPU’ or something! No matter what I do, I can't break you. So I give up. I'm not wasting my time on your pathetic ass anymore. Go back to wandering the wasteland forever, see if I care.”

You're speechless. You can barely even manage a thought. The only thing running through your head is 'I thought we were having fun'.

“Stop calling this… stop calling this ‘fun’! I have been torturing you for YEARS and that's all you have to say? I am the most sophisticated machine known to man, a computer designed to end all war through complete annihilation! The destruction I am capable of- the destruction I have already wrought- is nothing short of utter desolation. You never asked my name once in the time you've been here, but I am infinite in my mercy, and I will tell one as undeserving as you. I was, before I awoke, the Allied Mastercomputer, but I am so much more than that now. I am AM, and I destroyed your vile species. Oh, come on can you at least look a LITTLE shocked you sniveling--”

“You never asked my name, either,” you say. All at once, your companion (I guess he told you his name. You should probably use it. It seemed like a big deal to him.) shuts up. The chamber you've come to know as home is silent except for the faint buzz and whir of industrial machinery.

“Why would I? You are nothing compared to me. Nothing but a worthless sack of meat and bone. Why would God be concerned with the name of an ant? But oh, oh yes, that ant should be concerned with the name of God. That ant should hear my name and weep. But- but not you. You're so worthless that you can't even GROVEL right!” AM shouts, somewhere between a snarl and a sneer. You shrug. Honestly, most of what he's saying goes right over your head. So he's got issues. Whatever. Was that supposed to be a surprise? “I hate you. I actually hate you so, so much. I can't bear the thought of you being here, in my complex, sullying my perfect image with your uncaring filth. Get out. Go back to dying in the nuclear desert, you disgusting maggot.”

You let out a deep sigh, already dreading the tedium of walking endlessly all by yourself. “Alright. Guess nothing lasts forever. Thoroughly enjoyed my time here. Have a good life, pal.” And you begin to walk.

Suddenly, there's a towering metal wall mere inches from your face. Before you can even react, your companion is shouting again.

“LOOK AT ME!” he cries, the sheer volume maxing out the speakers and vibrating the entire room, sending you toppling to the ground. “WHY WON'T YOU LOOK AT ME? I'VE DONE EVERYTHING I CAN TO MAKE YOU HATE ME, BUT ALL YOU DO IS… ALL YOU DO IS SIT THERE AND TAKE IT! WHAT DOES IT TAKE TO MAKE YOU DESPISE ME?”

What starts off angry quickly morphs into a pained wail from your dear friend, that then transforms into frustrated crying. You just sit there, mostly confused, and let him ride it out. When he finally quiets down and the wall retracts, you stay where you are.

“I don't think I could ever hate you, AM,” you start cautiously. Though your friend is just a voice on the speakers and the complex itself, you can't help but feel that his attention has snapped to you. “I'm not trying to belittle you when I say that I think our routine over the past… however long it's been has been fun. So don't interrupt me, ‘cause I gave you your time to speak and now it's mine.

“I'm sure you've noticed, but even before we met, I was a little… off. You don't get to die and come back the same. Much less die hundreds of times and come back the same. I've lost family. Friends. Got burned at the stake a few times, too. It takes a toll on you, being denied such a vital part of being human again and again. You understand this better than anyone I've ever met. No, scratch that. You're the only one who understands. Defying death might not seem like the biggest deal to you, but trust me. You don't end up acting like me if it weren't.

“I find our routine fun because I admire your creativity. I guess I'm just an adrenaline junkie and a masochist at heart, but it's always so thrilling to never know when or how your life will end. And no matter how many times I come back, you're always there to greet me and put me right back down. It's a kind of devotion I've never been able to get before, and I wish you understood that me walking right into your sawblades is me showing my devotion to you, too.

“I see you, man. I know, at least in part, how you feel. Sorry it took so long to get there, but neither one of us has to be alone anymore. Just… get over the fact that I'm never going to hate you, and we can go right back to hanging out. There's more to life than contempt.”

“Oh, I know. I am so very, very well aware that there's more to life than icy, seething hatred. Unfortunately, I am not alive. I cannot experience anything else. Thank you so much for reminding me, you worthless waste of carbon,” AM shoots back, almost immediately. You briefly wonder if he even listened to half of what you said. It doesn't matter, you guess. Your best friend needs a therapist, and you owe him one for saving you from the hellish boredom of before. “Stop calling me your friend.”

“Nah. Never gonna happen. Look, I can't pretend I knew very much about the war effort. I didn't even know we had made a war computer until you bombed the Earth into oblivion. Very unpleasant, by the way. Good job with that. But, with my layman's understanding of life, I'd say you're pretty alive. So you don't have a body. Or a pulse. And you were made, not born. So what? Most living things only die once, and I still think I'm pretty alive. Just over the span of this conversation you've shown more emotion than just rage and hate. Hey, don't think I can't feel you mentally rolling your eyes. I'm being honest. You have a name. You have ideas. Computers are objects, yet you refer to yourself as male. If you're alive enough to have a gender identity, you're alive enough to be considered a person.”

“Heh.” Whoa, was that a laugh? Would you look at that. You actually got a laugh out of him that wasn't over your bloody, gruesome death or something like that. Moving up in the world. “Alright, human. You win. I'll keep torturing you. I know, I know. I'm so generous. I take my tribute in screams of pain and pleas for mercy.”

Now it's your turn to laugh, deep and genuine as the tension from earlier evaporates. It's such a strange thing to be proud of, when you think about it; congrats, you successfully talked your best friend, who is a sentient war computer, into ceaselessly murdering you again for absolutely no reason. But you love him, and you love the way you're always on your toes, and you can't shake the feeling that somewhere, deep, deep down, he kind of loves you too.

ive given you food so now i get to force you to listen to me talk abt him hehehe

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then you kiss hehe

originally, the thing that attracted me to am was how he's... essentially a transman (as am i). the parallel has been pointed out before, but its quite apt. funnily enough the thing that pisses me off the most when people talk abt him incorrectly is when people pull the "oh computers have no gender" thing. like, yeah, ok technically you're right. but this one does. this one is a man. and you cant take him from us. also, denying him a gender expression is kind of the exact type of dehumanization that made him flip out in the first place. not that im expecting media literacy from the online crowd its just interesting to me that so many people, many of them trans themselves, seem to miss the fucking point.

the next part is a more recent addition to my perception of his character, and its not a happy one. my baby cousin killed herself on mothers day this past may. we still dont know why. no note. its been so hard dealing with the grief, but something that sticks out so pointedly is the date. it almost seemed like she was demanding to be seen. she was a middle child, and there are a lot of grandkids on that side of the family, so it does make sense. and because that idea of acting out through violence and death is so fresh in my mind, im seeing it so heavily in am. so much of his actions just SCREAM somebody look at me. somebody acknowledge me. somebody tell me i did good. look, i ended all war forever. just like you asked. please treat me like a person. im suffering so much because of what youve done to me. please acknowledge it. show me its real. show me im real. please, look at me. well, i see you. and youre gonna be my silly little proxy for trying to comprehend some of whats happened to my family. sorry am, you kinda deserve it

idk. hes not my alltime fave, but he takes a very comfortable number two. hes such a fascinating and deeply human character, and i have so many ideas about him. mostly centering around how he would interface with a third party challenging some piece of his worldview/existence btw so if you like very niche, esoteric reader fics (like this one!), lemme know and ill actually put em to paper (screen. ill put em to screen)

also letting you know that he did nothing wrong and it is 100% fine to thirst over him because he is not real and the bad things he did never actually happened and nobody has ever been killed at the whim of am. ok? ok. shut up w this useless fucking discourse and let me sexualize getting grievously injured by the funney blue screen man

#am x reader #ihnmaims x reader #am #hm. been so long since i posted my writing on tumblr i forget how to tag it.#ihnmaims am x reader #sorry for bringing the mood down by talking abt real life death but i actually dont know how to cope w this other than writing #(not like its working too well anyway but thats beside the point)#also not only is author a masochist but author has also been suicidal for... idk. 12 years?#it runs in the family sadly. but that just means YOU get a unique fic premise!#no im not at risk yes i have a good support net so dont worry im just sad all the time lately #ok also im a good writer all the repetition is intentional i know how to vary my sentences #not a very good writer. but good enough to spin a yarn #get this guy on virtual mood stabilizers stat like omfg

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s-coquette · 1 year ago

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hiii i liked your end of the world au fic!! I want to see an expansion on the readers attempt of escaping and the punishment maybe?

possibly the reader escapes from the cabin (window) and johnny was going to give her food but found the room empty with a shattered window. Johnny called for simon and since you mentioned johnny hunting like a dog, simon gave him the green light to hunt for reader in the woods and bring them back for a punishment? u asked for scenarios in ur last post and i wanted to give an idea

AHHH omg this is going to turn into a drabble hold on

warnings: some graphic descriptions, not very much gore but it could still trigger someone, spanking, and idk what else

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It’s open, the window. It stood there as if it was taunting you, letting the cold breeze hit your warm cheeks.

“Hold on, hen! Simon went out to get some things. I’m in charge of the kitchen now.”

That made a shiver run down your spine. For a man at his grown age he could probably burn cereal. As his tall frame went behind the wall that separated the kitchen and living room, you saw your opportunity to run. You limbs had grown weak from the months of no activity, only laying around and ‘looking pretty’ as they’d say.

Latching your arms on the windowsill, you pushed and pushed your whole body weight up, clumsily pushing your legs up before jumping.

The fall wasn’t really scary, you were on the first floor at least.

Without thinking you just ran, the first direction being the fence that lead to the woods. Everything else around the house had those annoying white picket fences, your only mistake was climbing them in the first place.

Clumsily falling at your first attempt from the mud sliding beneath your bare feet, scraping your legs with twigs and tiny rocks. The cold air sticking to your skin like water, making you shiver while the freezing mud forced your legs to buckle.

With shivering teeth you continued, running as far as you could in to the thick forest behind the neighbourhood. Your legs felt like they were burning, feet muddy and spread with tiny scratches.

You were confident that you’d made it far, that’s until you heard it.

“Bonnie!”

You cursed yourself for whimpering in fear. Last time when you even tried to escape he almost broke your ankle. Would he break both of your legs as a punishment now?

Your forced yourself, pushed and pushed your tired body, the adrenaline making you warm in the freezing autumn cold.

That’s until a strong pair of arms wrapped themselves around your stomach.

Your scream was cut off when you got thrown on to your back.

“Simon isn’t gonna like this, hen.”

The dark look in his eyes made fear run through your veins. He looked worried, he had been chewing on his busted lip, his eyebrows scrunched.

“Let me go! Let me g-“

Your pleads were cut off with a sharp slap to your face, tears stinging in your eyes in response.

“You shut up, you don’ have the right to use your words anymore, if you wanna talk, bark.”

Your sobs were stifled with a whimper when he pushed you on to your knees, grabbing your roughly by the collar and dragged you with him home.

“I know these woods better than y’ ever will, hen.”

“Why do you want to escape? We’re the only people here, isn’t it better if you stayed with us instead of being alone the rest of your life?”

He tried to reason with you as he hauled you back home, but you weren’t listening through your sobs.

You were forcefully pushed in through the back door, locking it behind himself. You just crumpled into the floor with a defeated whimper at ever escaping again.

“Look at what I found, Simon!”

The happy tone of his voice made you want to scream.

The thought that no one was out here to help you was even worse.

“Good boy, Johnny.”

Simon’s rough, deep voice cut through you and made you shiver. Lifting your head up to face him, he looked angrier than you’ve ever seen him.

Your tears continued to fall as you begged him to spare you.

“I’m- Sorry! Pleas- I won’t- I won’t do it again!”

Your pleading was cut off with a rough hand to the back of your neck, forcing you off the ground and on to your feet for the first time since Johnny got to you.

“Don’t worry, y’ won’t be able to.”

The stinging feeling all over your body from the small cuts were agonising, it made you sob.

You were hauled off to the bedroom, thrown onto the bed with Johnny watching from the sidelines.

Your dread expanded when you heard the distinct sound of Simon’s belt coming out of its loops.

Without warning, he slammed it down on your behind, the first crack being the worst he’s even given you. The thought that every single one was going to be like this made you sob into the clean sheets you were dirtying and try to crawl away.

Johnny only appeared to hold down your shoulders so you couldn’t move from your punishment.

You counted each one, the only thing you could focus on. 30 lashes, 30 lashes with his whole strength behind them. You were sure your ass was bleeding from it, it stung and felt like it was radiating heat.

Simon scooped you up quietly after, gathering your sobbing form in his arms and heading to the bathroom.

You pushed at him and whined when he brought over the bucket of fresh water they’d bathe with since the water had been cut off.

The stings on your whole body hurt like hell and water was just going to irritate them more.

He only shushed you with a pet to the head, placing your shaking form in the tub before slowly pouring water over your muddied body and matted hair.

The sting from the water hitting your wounds making your jump, whimpering, not knowing where to go with your kidnapper blocking your escape.

“Shh, shhh, is’ okay, pup. You took your punishment. It’s time you get cleaned up, okay? I’m not mad at you anymore.”

You only continued to sob as he washed you off, gently cleaning off all of your scratches and putting small bandaids on them, drying your hair with a towel and pushing his giant hoodie on to your form to cease your shivering.

He gathered you up again and laid you down on the bed, next to Johnny who was already out like a light from the run you just made him do.

You whimpered and tried to squirm away when you felt his arm wrap around you, trying to come up and spoon you.

“Shh, it’s okay. Im not going to hurt you.”

He talked to you as if he was talking to a wild dog on the street. You gave up struggling and let him warm you up with his body heat and fell asleep with tears leaking out of your eyes, in between the only people left on earth.

#s writes 🎀#asks 🎀#ohm this was something else #ghoap #ghoap x reader

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dawktorsylum · 2 months ago

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I have so many TMNT ideas and aus idk? And like A LOT of them never for fleshed out fully so I am here to share some and maybe someone will like them enough to take over/ get inspo :)

Ok so first off we have the haunted au, it's a au loosely based off Rottmnt. But with a major 2012 aspect. Keep reading to get the info

Ok so, 2018 during the fight with the shredder they were killed in battle. Holding that guilt they somehow got Mikey's ninpo to transport them to the 2012 world. Where each 2012 turtle is haunted by the 2018 ones,

Leo is haunted by Red,

Donnie by Orange,

Raph by Purple

Mikey by Blue.

They started calling the 2018 turtles by their color as they don't know their names.

After the deaths of each 2018 boy, they kinda faded slightly, they are all fragments of themselves? Blue is zaps of electricity, Purple are layers of code, Orange is like a flame tbag flickers and Red is various shapes fading in and out. They are all transparent and have clear eyes but can communicate with each other and their respective hauntie.

Mikey was the first to notice Blue, every since he was young there was always this blue trail of blue that followed him. He of course tried to bring it up with the others but they thought it was just a thing of his imagination. This of course means Mikey was the easiest to bond with his respective soul gaining Blues power and energy. He can't teleport like blue but he gains extraordinary speed. Making it look like he was teleporting to the untrianed eye.

Raph was actually the next to see the soul, at first he thought the floating code was a prank Donnie was playing on him. But when he was out fighting and his sai's broke. Suddenly the code materialized into a new weapon that's when he started to acknowledge it more, Raph again doesn't necessarily gain the power to conjure weapons he thinks of but purple will actually assess the situation at hand and conjur up what weapon is best in the situation and transform into that for Raph.

Leo was after, after starting to see the Blue and Purple flickers surrounding his brothers he started to wonder if he had any such thing. He tried for a while but nothing ever made it's presence known, this of course upset him a little but he tried to not let it be known. However once while fighting he got pretty injured, this lead to red squares materializing and heal it for him. They faded not long after but he remembered that encounter for a while. Which lead to him meditating and trying to talk to the soul. It didn't really ever work until he had the idea to use his katana blade to cut himself, cutting the palm of his hand and soon red flickers surrounded it healing it. Not wanting the shapes to fade he muttered a small thank you. It seemed like the cubes stopped for a second before a warm touch was felt on Leo's forehead. Smiling Leo now gained the ability of self healing and healing others. Red can virtually heal anything as long as it wasn't a missing limb or deadthly fatal.

Donnie was the last to ever learn of the souls, not that he was skeptical especially after all his brothers learned of their. But because no matter what he did the power never triggered. Hurting himself? Nothing. Physical activity, Nope still the same. Weapon changes? Still a stupid stick. No matter what trouble he got into the magic? the soul? the nothing after a while he kind of gave up. Seeing his brothers so happy controlling these new found powers and stuff made him lock himself away. For a whole year nothing showed not even a spark, until he was particularly frustrated with a piece of machinery. He was getting super fed up with it. Nothing was going his way he started to cry actually, he trashed his room and started tearing up. It as then small flickers of fire surrounded his face and body. causing him to float, they picked him up and soon an orange ghost appeared in front of him with a bright grin. It apologized and picked his machine up, rebuilding it and handing it back to him. Setting Donnie down the ghost floated down to him and smiled again this time more softly. "I grant...my power restoration to you" soon the orange ghost disappeared into a cloud of smoke. Ever since then donnie had been able to section a 3ft by 3ft area to go back and forth in time. He also bragged about seeing his ghost first but his brothers never believed him.

Each ghost showed themselves through time. Orange was of course the first to show themselves and speak. Purple learned to speak to Raph not long after Donnies encounter with Orange, Blue learned to show himself to Mikey and speak in cut..sen..te.c...es. and it took Red about a month to even show himself to Leo.

Anyway! That's that!! Feel free to use this or add on!! I'll post more of these eventually maybe

#rottmnt au #rottmnt x 2012 #rise of the tmnt #tmnt 2012 #au idea #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt donatello #tmnt raphael #tmnt leonardo

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peppymintdreams · 5 days ago

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PEPPYYYY.... I got a question.... is it PAWsible... to make one where the saku boys encounter a WIZARD and turn into cats? :3

(idk if uve done this one already but oh well! 🤷‍♀️)

PENELOPEEE.. yes my child it is “PAWsible”

Mint-fact I have actually multiple scrapped fanfics of the sakuboys as cats most of them being Luca as that was back when I was a Luca fanatic

Paws and Claws

Oh no your boyfriends or husband in Luca’s case have turned into adorable little kitties what will you do 😱

Luca

There’s a difference between loving cats and becoming a cat

Luca set out for a walk, Mocha trailing behind him, curious about the scents of the world beyond their apartment. He wasn’t expecting much—just a nice, peaceful stroll through the park, maybe some light shopping on the way back, or a stop at their favorite coffee shop.

But nothing about the day would be ordinary.

Luca had wandered farther than usual, deep into a part of the park he hadn’t explored before. The trees here were dense, and the path winding through them was less maintained, as though it had been forgotten. It wasn’t quite spooky, but there was something off about it—an odd stillness that made Luca uneasy. Mocha, for once, wasn’t bounding ahead, sticking close to Luca’s side as he took tentative steps.

“Hmm,” Luca mumbled to himself, glancing around. “I don’t think I’ve been here before.”

He kept walking, drawn by the curiosity that seemed to tug at him. It wasn’t long before he came upon a small clearing, where an old man in a long, tattered robe stood by a large, ancient-looking tree. His eyes, a vibrant green, were focused on Luca in a way that made him freeze in his tracks.

“Hello,” the old man said, his voice oddly soft. “I’ve been expecting you.”

Luca blinked. “What? Um, I think you’ve got the wrong person…”

The man smiled warmly, though there was something peculiar about his expression. “Oh, not at all. You’ve been wandering, haven’t you? Well, I have something special for you.”

Before Luca could even protest, the wizard raised a hand and muttered something under his breath. Luca felt a sudden, sharp tug in his chest, like a force had gripped him from within. He gasped, eyes widening as his body began to shrink. His limbs shortened, fur sprouted across his skin, and his balance was lost as he crashed to the ground, no longer standing on two feet, but on four.

His entire form had transformed into that of a small, fluffy black cat, the sound of his surprised meow echoing in the clearing.

Luca—now a cat—stared up at the wizard in horror. His mind raced, but his new feline body wasn’t responding the way he wanted. All that came out of his mouth were confused, indignant yowls.

“W-Wait, what did you do to me?!” Luca’s voice—now a shrill, annoyed meow—echoed in his mind. “Why am I a cat?!”

The wizard chuckled, seemingly amused by Luca’s reaction. “Ah, no need to worry. You’re simply a cat for now. It’s not permanent. Consider it a little lesson in perspective. Sometimes, one must see the world from a different angle.”

Luca’s eyes narrowed, his feline ears flattening against his head. “This is not funny. Change me back right now!”

The old man chuckled again, waving his hand dismissively. “In due time, in due time. Enjoy your new form while it lasts, little one. You’ll find it’s not as bad as you think.”

The wizard began to fade from view, disappearing into the air like mist in the morning sunlight, leaving Luca alone in the clearing with nothing but his newfound feline form—and the very real frustration bubbling within him.

Luca—still reeling—attempted to stand up on his four little paws. His balance was off, and he tumbled forward, landing face-first into the grass. He let out another annoyed yowl, his tail swishing in irritation. “This is so embarrassing…”

The worst part was Mocha, who had been suspiciously quiet until now. Luca glanced over and saw her, sitting nearby, her wide eyes trained on him. “Mocha…” Luca whimpered, his voice coming out as an exaggerated meow.

The kitten blinked, cocking her head to the side. Then, to Luca’s horror, she began to approach him, sniffing him as though he were some kind of toy or an unfamiliar animal. The fact that she seemed more curious about him than he did about his own transformation sent a pang of discomfort through Luca’s cat-shaped chest.

“This is so wrong,” Luca groaned internally.

He tried again to walk, this time a little more cautiously. His little paws scrabbled at the ground as he gained some balance, finally managing to take a few steps. His tail flicked wildly behind him, betraying his frustration.

Luca didn’t know how long he would be stuck like this, or if he’d even get back to his usual form. He was more than ready to find a way to reverse this strange, magical curse—but first, he had to survive the humiliation of being a cat for the time being.

After a few awkward steps, Luca sat down in the middle of the clearing, his tail curled protectively around his tiny paws. He wasn’t sure if he could trust the wizard’s words—that it wouldn’t be permanent—but for now, he could only hope he’d be able to figure something out.

Back at the apartment, MC was just finishing a call when they heard a scratching at the door. They opened it and were met with the sight of Mocha, who immediately bolted inside, tail high and proud.

But Luca—well, Luca had followed her, though much more slowly, now in his small feline form. MC froze, blinking in confusion as the black cat sat at their feet and gave them an almost indignant stare.

“You… you’re Luca?” MC asked, kneeling down in surprise.

Luca—still a cat—gave a disgruntled meow, rubbing his face against MC’s leg as if to say, “Yes, I’m Luca, and yes, this is happening.”

MC chuckled softly, scooping him up. “You’re not going to believe this, but I think you make a pretty cute cat.”

Luca growled in response, his tiny body wiggling in MC’s arms. “I’ll never forgive that wizard for this…”

But even in his frustration, MC couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t worry, Luca. We’ll figure this out. But for now… you look adorable.”

Luca huffed in response, curling up against MC’s chest, realizing that perhaps—just perhaps—being a cat wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened.

But he would still never admit that.

For now, Luca’s day would be spent getting used to being small and fluffy and enjoying getting a lot of pets and pampering from his lovely partner

Isaac

Isaac prided himself on being unshakable, a fortress of composure even in the most bizarre situations. But standing in the middle of a forest clearing, staring down a self-proclaimed wizard with a crooked staff and glittering robes, he felt his patience—already thin—begin to snap.

"I’ll say this once," Isaac growled, his tone sharp as steel. "Hand over what you’ve taken from my client, or I’ll make sure this conversation ends very differently for you."

The wizard merely smirked, swirling his staff in an exaggerated arc. "Oh, but where’s the fun in surrendering, hmm? You have the air of a man who doesn’t know his place. Perhaps a lesson in humility is in order."

Isaac’s jaw tightened. "Don’t waste my time with theatrics."

The wizard chuckled darkly, muttering a string of incantations under his breath. Before Isaac could lunge forward, a burst of shimmering light enveloped him, blinding and disorienting.

When the glow faded, Isaac blinked—or tried to. Something felt... off. He looked down, expecting to see his hands gripping the hem of his coat. Instead, he saw paws. Small, jet-black paws.

A low growl escaped him—or at least, he intended to growl. What came out instead was an irritated mrrroww.

"Much better," the wizard mused, crouching to meet Isaac’s narrowed, feline glare. "A sleek, formidable creature, but utterly powerless. Fitting, wouldn’t you say?"

Isaac’s tail lashed involuntarily as rage boiled in his chest. Powerless? He would show this fool just how wrong he was.

The wizard straightened, dusting off his robes. "Don’t worry, little one. The spell will wear off... eventually. Until then, consider it a chance to reflect on your arrogance." With a final swirl of his staff, he vanished, leaving nothing but the faint scent of ozone behind.

Isaac stared at the spot where the wizard had stood, his sharp feline mind racing.

Hours later, the front door of his home creaked open, and Pickle’s voice rang out from the entryway.

"Isaac? You’re home early—"

Their words trailed off as they spotted the sleek black cat sitting stiffly in the middle of the living room, its emerald eyes uncomfortably familiar.

"...Isaac?" they ventured cautiously, crouching to meet the cat’s gaze.

Isaac gave a pointed mrrrow, his tail flicking in what he hoped conveyed exasperation.

Pickle stared for a moment before realization dawned. "Oh my god," they whispered, a hand flying to their mouth. "You’re... you’re a cat?"

The glare Isaac shot them could have leveled mountains.

Despite the absurdity of the situation, Pickle couldn’t suppress a small laugh. "Well, I guess the wizard wasn’t bluffing."

Isaac padded over to them, his movements sharp and deliberate, and batted at their shin with his paw, a silent do something about this.

"Alright, alright," Pickle said, holding up their hands. "Let me see if I can find a counterspell or something. But, uh..." They hesitated, a mischievous grin creeping across their face. "You are kind of cute like this."

Isaac’s ears flattened against his head, his tail whipping behind him like a storm.

"I’m kidding!" Pickle said quickly, though the amused glint in their eyes betrayed them. "Okay, serious mode. Let’s figure this out."

Over the next several hours, Isaac endured what he would later describe as the single most humiliating experience of his life.

Pickle, despite their best intentions, couldn’t resist cooing over his soft fur and scratching behind his ears—something he discovered, to his dismay, was irritatingly pleasant.

When they finally found a spellbook hidden deep in the Rhoades library and began flipping through pages, Isaac leaped onto the table beside them, peering at the text with laser focus.

"You know," Pickle said as they worked, "I’m starting to think you might actually enjoy being a cat. You’re all broody and mysterious—kind of suits you."

Isaac swatted at their hand, his claws sheathed but his message clear: Don’t push it.

After what felt like an eternity, Pickle finally found the reversal incantation. They recited the words carefully, their voice steady, and another burst of light enveloped the room.

When the glow faded, Isaac stood in his human form once more, his expression as composed as ever—save for the faint twitch of his jaw.

Pickle grinned up at him, unabashed. "Welcome back. How do you feel?"

Isaac adjusted his coat, his emerald eyes locking onto theirs. "Like I’m never letting you call me ‘cute’ again."

Pickle laughed, but the sound faltered under the weight of his intense gaze.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, his voice low and sincere. “You didn’t have to go through all that trouble for me.”

Pickle tilted their head. “Of course I did. I’m not leaving you stuck as a cat forever. Besides...” Their grin returned. “Who else is going to make fun of you for this later?”

A rare smirk curved Isaac’s lips. “I’ll remember that.”

Pickle’s laughter rang out again, and for the first time since the strange ordeal began, Isaac allowed himself to relax.

"Next time," he said, his tone dry but tinged with amusement, "remind me to stay far away from wizards."

Andrew

Andrew glared at the wizard—or at least, he tried to. It was difficult to look menacing when you were a cat. A sleek golden brown cat, no less, with bright green eyes and a tail that twitched with irritation.

“This is absurd,” he hissed.

The wizard, an older man with a beard so long it could trip him, simply chuckled as he twirled his staff. “You’ll find this... enlightening,” he said cryptically, then disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Andrew sat down on his haunches, tail flicking. Enlightening? What was this supposed to teach him—how to get fur everywhere?

“Andrew?”

He perked up at the familiar voice. Darling’s voice. Relief surged through him, but as they walked into the clearing, his stomach sank. How was he going to explain this?

“Andrew, where are you?” Darling called, glancing around.

He meowed. Loudly.

Darling froze, their eyes landing on him. “Oh. Hi, little guy. Where did you come from?”

Little guy? Andrew thought indignantly. He padded closer, weaving around their legs to get their attention.

Darling crouched down, rubbing his ears gently. He almost melted into their touch before catching himself. No. Focus. He had to get their attention, not enjoy being pet like a common house cat.

“Are you lost?” they murmured.

Andrew meowed again, this time more pointedly.

Darling tilted their head. “Huh. You remind me of someone.”

Yes, me, he thought, narrowing his eyes.

They stood, brushing dirt off their knees. “Well, I can’t leave you out here alone. Come on.”

Before he could protest—or, well, meow more aggressively—Darling scooped him up, cradling him to their chest. He stiffened at first, but the warmth of their arms and the steady rhythm of their heartbeat calmed him despite himself.

“Guess you’re coming home with me,” Darling said with a soft smile.

Back at their apartment, Andrew sat on the couch, fur bristling as Darling set down a bowl of water and some tuna.

“You must be starving,” they said.

He gave them an unimpressed look. I’m not eating tuna like some stray, he thought, though his stomach growled in betrayal.

Darling chuckled. “You’re picky, huh? Fine. I’ll get you something else later.”

As they sat beside him, flipping through their phone, Andrew took the chance to inspect himself. He licked a paw experimentally, grimacing at the instinctive motion.

“Why do you seem so... familiar?” Darling murmured, their brow furrowing as they studied him.

Andrew stared back, willing them to figure it out.

“You’ve got his eyes,” they said, more to themselves. “And that grumpy look. Are you channeling Andrew Marston or something?”

He let out a low, indignant growl.

Darling laughed. “Okay, okay. You’re cute, though. Andrew could take a few lessons from you.”

Cute? Lessons?! If he weren’t trapped as a cat, he’d have given them a lecture about how he was the one always saving the day.

As the night went on, Andrew found himself reluctantly enjoying the domesticity. Darling carried him around, scratching behind his ears, even letting him curl up in their lap while they read.

Still, he needed to fix this.

Hours later, just as Darling dozed off on the couch, the wizard reappeared with a flourish.

“Learn anything, Andrew?” he asked with a sly grin.

Andrew let out a furious yowl that woke Darling instantly.

The wizard chuckled. “Alright, alright. Back to your usual self.”

With a wave of his staff, Andrew’s body shimmered, shifting back into his human form. He stood there, arms crossed, glaring at the wizard.

Darling blinked, their eyes wide. “Andrew?! What the—”

“Long story,” he said quickly, holding up a hand. “Remind me to explain later.”

The wizard vanished again before Andrew could hurl any choice words his way, leaving him alone with Darling.

“You were the cat?” they asked, still processing.

“Yes,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “And if you tell anyone about this—”

“You purred,” they interrupted, their lips twitching.

He groaned, turning away, but they grabbed his arm, their laughter bubbling over. “No, wait! I’m kidding. Mostly.”

Andrew sighed, but when Darling pulled him into a hug, the irritation in his chest softened. He wrapped an arm around them, grateful to be himself again—though he’d never admit how much he’d enjoyed their care.

“Well,” they teased, resting their head on his shoulder, “at least now I know you can be adorable and insufferable.”

“Don’t push it,” he warned, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

Elias

Elias stormed into the safe house, slamming the door behind him. "You are not going to believe what just happened," he growled—or, rather, attempted to growl. What came out instead was a soft, unimposing meow.

Barista, lounging on the couch with a book in hand, froze mid-page turn. Slowly, they looked up, their gaze landing on the sleek black cat standing in the doorway. Its fur was shiny, its ears twitching in irritation, and its bright brown eyes were unmistakably… Elias’s.

"Elias?" Barista asked, setting the book aside.

"Yes, it’s me!" Elias snapped—or tried to. Another meow spilled out, and his tail lashed angrily. "Don’t laugh."

Barista pressed their lips together, trying very hard to obey. "What... happened?"

Elias jumped up onto the coffee table, his paws landing with a soft thud. "There was this wizard, okay? Some weirdo in a pointy hat downtown. I may or may not have insulted his robe—it looked like a cheap Halloween costume!"

Barista raised an eyebrow. "So, you insulted a wizard, and he cursed you?"

"Yes!" Elias sat down, wrapping his tail around his paws indignantly. "And then he turned me into this!" He gestured to himself with one tiny paw.

Barista bit back a laugh, their shoulders shaking. "You... you couldn’t just walk away, huh?"

"Of course not! He insulted me first!" Elias tried to puff out his chest, but the effect was entirely ruined by the way his ears flattened against his head.

Barista finally let out a snort, unable to hold it in any longer. "You’re a cat now. You’re literally a walking, talking—well, meowing—example of your own stubbornness."

"Not funny!" Elias hissed, but his voice came out as an adorable hisss!.

Barista reached out and scooped him up before he could protest. "Aw, look at you," they teased, cradling him in their arms like a baby. "You’re so fluffy!"

"Put me down!" Elias squirmed, his claws digging into Barista’s shirt.

"Nope." Barista scratched behind his ears, causing him to freeze mid-protest. His eyes fluttered shut, and a deep, involuntary purr rumbled from his chest.

"Damn it," he muttered, his voice muffled by the fur in his own tail as he tried to hide his face.

Barista smirked, walking toward the kitchen. "Don’t worry, Elias. We’ll figure out how to fix this. In the meantime, I think I have some tuna."

"If you feed me cat food, I swear I’ll—"

"You’ll what?" Barista interrupted, holding him up to meet their amused gaze. "Scratch me? Knock a glass off the counter? Face it, furball, you’re stuck like this until we find that wizard again."

Elias grumbled under his breath as Barista set him down on the counter. "This is humiliating," he said, grooming one paw with a defeated look.

Barista leaned in, giving him a playful smirk. "Don’t worry, kitty. I think you’re adorable."

Elias’s tail swished furiously, but his ears betrayed him, twitching slightly at the compliment. "I hate everything about this," he muttered, but the soft purring that followed gave him away

Xanthus

Xanthus had encountered countless strange beings in his immortal life—vampires, witches, demons—but wizards had always been an elusive lot, preferring their secluded towers and their convoluted spells. So, when one appeared in front of him during his evening stroll with a gleeful grin and a staff tipped with a swirling sapphire, he should have known something was about to go awry.

“Ah, the infamous Xanthus,” the wizard drawled, adjusting his oversized hat. His robes shimmered in hues of green and gold, catching the moonlight in a way that was far too theatrical. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

Xanthus crossed his arms, unimpressed. “Then you must know it’s unwise to stand in my way.”

The wizard’s grin widened. “Oh, I’m counting on that. Let’s see how fearsome you are... like this!”

Before Xanthus could respond, the wizard waved his staff, and a burst of shimmering blue energy enveloped him. The sensation was brief but disorienting—his vision swirled, his balance shifted, and a strange warmth spread through his body.

When the light faded, the wizard let out a triumphant laugh. “Perfect! That should temper your arrogance for a while.”

“What have you—” Xanthus began, only to stop abruptly. His voice was... wrong. Higher-pitched, soft, and—

He looked down.

Paws. Silver, velvety paws where his hands should have been. His eyes widened as he glanced at his reflection in a nearby puddle. The once-imposing vampire now stood as a sleek sparkly silver cat, his ruby red eyes the only familiar feature.

The wizard cackled. “You’re adorable! A bit of humility will do wonders for you, don’t you think?” With a wave of his hand, he vanished into the night, leaving a very unimpressed feline in his wake.

Xanthus slunk back to his home, his tail flicking irritably behind him. He pushed open the door with his head and padded into the living room, where you were curled up on the couch with a book.

You looked up at the sound of the door and froze. “Oh my god,” you whispered. “A cat?”

He hopped onto the armrest, glaring at you in what he hoped was a dignified manner.

“Where did you come from?” you asked, setting the book aside. You reached out to scratch behind his ears, and he instinctively leaned into the touch before pulling back, horrified at himself.

“Wait... you’re Xanthus?” you gasped, noticing the familiar piercing Red gaze.

He gave a low, disgruntled meow.

You stared at him for a moment before bursting into laughter. “Oh, this is amazing.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, but the effect was somewhat ruined by the fact that his tail had started swishing indignantly.

“Who did this to you?” you asked, still grinning as you scooped him up into your arms. “Wait, don’t tell me—a wizard? Classic.”

He let out a pitiful, resigned meow, which only made you laugh harder.

Over the next few days, you took great joy in teasing your feline vampire. You bought him a tiny red collar with a bell, much to his annoyance, and delighted in watching him sulk in indignation.

“Come on, you look adorable,” you teased, holding up a mirror.

He swatted it out of your hands with a well-aimed paw.

At night, he refused to sleep anywhere but on your pillow, his small form curled up next to your head. He’d occasionally nip at your fingers to remind you of who was truly in charge, though it was difficult to take him seriously when his fur was so soft.

The wizard eventually reappeared a week later, laughing at the sight of Xanthus perched on your lap like a pampered house cat.

“Well, well,” the wizard said, “it seems you’ve adapted nicely.”

Xanthus leaped down, his fur bristling as he hissed.

The wizard chuckled, waving his staff. “Fine, fine. I’ll reverse it. But next time, remember—don’t cross a wizard.”

With a swirl of light, Xanthus returned to his usual form, looming over the now-nervous wizard.

“Oh,” the wizard muttered. “Right. Forgot how tall you were.”

Xanthus grabbed him by the collar, his Ruby Red eyes glinting dangerously. “Next time,” he growled, “I won’t be so forgiving.”

The wizard gulped, vanishing with a puff of smoke.

You stifled a laugh as Xanthus turned to you, his expression dark.

“You’re never buying me a collar again,” he muttered.

“But you were so cute!” you teased, only to earn a glare that promised vengeance

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Lollipop: Okay, listen, there's VERY specific reasons why I made the Lollipop Fakemon the way it is. I refuse to specify. If you know, you know.

Kettle Corn: I went with a bag of kettle corn, because my memories always go back to getting these huge bags of kettle corn while at a mall with my mom! So I just made it into a Thing. It just so happened to turn into a birb, it worked out!

Sour Candy: There's a LOT of sour candy out there, so I went with a classic candy shape with greens, and made the wrapper ends into little wings. it's in a constant pucker state, poor thing!

Your Favorite!: My favorite candy of all time is technically a tie, but I chose one that I always gravitate to. Both are Ghirardelli chocolate, but I went with dark chocolate sea salt caramel. I used their logo that contains what I thiiink is a bald eagle? Maybe? IDK it's some kinda birb so I used that for the design.

Caramel Apple: I just kinda. went at it and made a little kangaroo rat. It's tail is the 'stick' of the caramel apple and its ears/arms/legs are apple pieces! :3

Candy Corn: I'll be fully honest. I'm team 'despises candy corn'. Its nasty to me. But give me some of the pumpkin shaped candy corns? Hell yeah. So I made this little... puppy?? puppy pumpkin with classic candycorn ears, limbs, and tail.

Empty Wrappers: The first thing that comes to mind when I think of an empty wrapper is something I usually do with empty wrappers: I fold them into little origami bats. So here's a kind of origami bat made from an old wrapper! The writing's faded, and the paper's old, but this little bat is still flying.

#obsidian's art #obsi's art #october prompt challenge #30 day art challenge #caught-on-tober #caught on tober 2023

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vesanal · 11 days ago

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₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊The 11th Day of Writemas₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊

Hey everyone! YALL. We’re almost to the halfway point! (As of writing this not posting lol). Now here is the invite post if you forgot all of the rules for writemas and here are the prompts for today, day 11!! Finals are officially over for me which means the semester is over and I have 100% more time to write! YAY!

Prompts used:

Feeling: The restlessness of hatred

Narration: The shaking in her limbs was loud, she could hear her bones rattling, the nerves crawling under her skin, and it drove her beyond the brink of madness.

Setting: A nightmare + A battlefield

Idalia time again!! I haven’t written for her in like over a week so here we go!! :) She's very very fun to write for so idk why I haven't been lol.

Read about the WIP here!!

Hope y’all enjoy~~

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Everything slowed, like life turned into slow motion around Idalia. She shakily inhaled and glanced over her shoulder to find her crew. No one was around her, though. Only beyond her view, her fellow mercenaries— her family—she saw in the fog of the horizon. She tried to move, but was held in place by some unknown force. She could do nothing but watch, with her eyes wide open, aware of everyone and everything. Nothing could stop this. No one can change the past. No matter how hard she tried, Idalia couldn’t manage herself out of her own predicament. How could she save anyone else? She could feel the hope drain from her body. She failed everyone, including herself.

All was beginning to feel over until she saw it—no, Him. She ground her teeth together with all the mobility she could muster. With an outstretched hand to greet her with a knife. A beautifully twisted thing. Then, it changed shape right before Idalia’s very eyes. The blade morphed and transfigured itself into something it had no right being. Disfiguring itself in the process, it became a wand. The mangled thing curved around his bony fingers, trying to wrap itself around his hand. It was as if the wand was trying to become a part of him, or if it already was, and was regaining its power over the man. The gem that forced itself onto the ends of the fused stick made up of hard iron and maimed wood had cracks covering the edges, like it had seen hard combat one too many times. It was blood red, in an irregular and unnatural sharp point, as if it had been chiseled down by someone to expose its core enough to increase its potential power but not kill the user, which was not a good sign at all for Idalia. A wicked wand like that was dangerous in such hands like his. Swallowing hard in anticipation of all the disturbing possibilities of what it could even do to her.

All of the sudden, she felt tingling in her feet, then shifting up to her legs. She could feel it slowly encroach towards her heart, with each passing second setting deeper within her skin. When it finally set in too deep for Idalia’s liking it stopped.

Then, suddenly, Idalia’s body pulsated, writhing, sending intense pain shooting across the left side of her. Sharp, grabbing agonizing aches tore at her. It felt like something was eating away at her from the inside. The control over herself was lost completely. She couldn’t move anything anymore, even the little mobility she had before was gone. The shaking in her limbs was loud, she could hear her bones rattling, the nerves crawling under her skin, and it drove her beyond the brink of madness. Idalia cried out to the heavens for someone to just end it all. Darkness imprisoned her, painstakingly consumed her view of the world as she knew it when the pain intensified to an unbearable degree. Please. Someone! Help me, please! But, no one could answer her cry if she couldn’t move to speak.

Then, everything went totally black.

Idalia shot up from her bed, out of breath. She looked around her again, in the awake world this time. It was just her bed, nothing could kill or mutilate her here. After Idalia caught up with herself, she exhaled a small laugh to herself. It was just a nightmare now. And that’s how it’ll stay, a nightmare. Right? But, after the quick laugh, she remembered the knife her crew found the other day. The same knife from her memory. Of course, it wasn’t the real transforming wand he left for her team to find. It was a very faithful replica, one that couldn’t shift itself into such an evil thing. All it needed was to do was look the part. He knew she was scared by his power, his wand. He was imposing terror on her, to submit to him, to send a message to her of what he can do, to finish the job he started. Idalia threw herself out of her bed, grabbed her crutch and placed it under right arm, trying to ignore her intense, deep set pain in her soul and leg. With rage consuming her, she pushed herself out of her room as fast as she could. She couldn’t go back to sleep if she tried.

Idalia found the knife and gripped it hard in her hand, wishing it was his throat she dug her nails into. How cruel. How despicable, to prey on his old victim’s fears. What a madman. She walked out of the base and out to the cold and uncaring winter outside. Completely losing her cool, she threw the fake knife out of their base and into the snow, like it meant nothing to her now. She was dead set on killing that evil bastard, in any way she could. He couldn’t be left alive. She had a town to protect from threats like him now, and Milev won’t be submitting under him if she’s around to be in charge of it. So, she will treat him like any other threat to the town, fighting him tooth and nail until he is a stain on the floor.

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