#imma go perish now

[crystallizedday]

Guys

Guys

My husband @aceofcards0715 did it again.

I AM UNWELL

BUT IN THE GOOD WAY

Also, he gave me permission to post this on here, but regardless, PLEASE go check him out. His work is AMAZING.

& he does commissions.

Just sayin

[berryblu-arts]

og 4 stardust squad member symbols finally done!

[shinyzango]

Man that's a lot of GlitchyRed AIs.

Been having an itch to draw me mutuals' boys for a long while now. Please ignore the fact that I spent 12 hours straight working on this in addition to the many ones from yesterday--

Individual shots and tags under the Keep Reading! 👇

Orpheus : @squishybirb22 | | Mitchy : @minkie-fury Dolion : @static-arz | | Faulty : Guimauve on Twitter Damon : @sarkyfancypants | | Mr. Red : @st4ticsys

There are a couple more I want to draw too but these ones exhausted my energies for a while dkfgjn

Still, hope you all like these! Imma go perish now :'D

[tea-the-not-understanding]

Finally... Holiday and no more school

Now I can work on MY project. I've been working on a map for Nautila. And I've been struggling on designing her Seeing! form. So after a few times designing the map idea and listening to some musics, I found a song that matched to her voice and fitting her in the Seeing! form as well.

Anyways, this is the first sketch idea where she's a swimming floating skeleton with large eyes poking out of the shell. But then I scrapped that idea because I dislike the idea of having tendrils and tentacles around her body, it gonna slow my time animating that and figuring out a code to see how am I going to make character moves and runs with different animations. Fun. Anyways, this is the official design on the Seeing! form

More siren and skeletal form, almost closely to a grim reaper. And the character you'll be playing as in a player haven't decided yet but it'll going to be someone with the lore that matching with her lullaby and singing with this song

It fit her very well and I'm just trying to figure out how I'm going to animate her in 3d with the lips scynce to the lyrics. But not the whole song tho because it'll kill me lol

I were thinking that her story will be sorrowful and sadness of watching her love ones perished one by one and she couldn't help so much. All because of her curiosity to discovery leads her to who she is now and even then, she wish that she know some form of medical ways to help others or at least be something useful then just a stupid researcher who admire fossils and sea creatures. She finds and see herself useless every moments and even she knew how much creatures and beings living dislike her or didn't interact with her. She know that she's an outcast and see that what she love or her own hobby and job wouldn't bring admirations or ability to make a proper friends. Let alone a fake friends which put her more into sorrows.

She's were almost left forgotten and the only one who come to visits her from time to time is Twinkle and yet, it still didn't uplift her sorrow and sadness inside her. That is until she able to see ghosts and seem to be able to communicate to them. Those ghosts are fishes and the fossils of their past selves. Saying that they see her sorrow and sadness and will be her friends forever, and all she has to do is accept them. She took that deal without a second thought and completely mesmerized and spent months isolating. Seeing that not many noticed her disappearance only fuel her sorrow more. That is until Twinkle come to visits her and this time, he won't take her word 'leave' this time and bust the door down and enter the museum. Her own pride and joy, just to see so many ghost fishes flying around and Nautila as the mother reaper.

Her museum still in a work in progress, because I am pretty shitty at designing invironment this big and it my first time on it and I'm screaming. But next week, I'll be visiting my friend who been studying about architect and interior design so Imma ask for her help. Y'all who read this far can also suggest me and I will try and added to it too!!! But for now, I'm trying to work on the large tank area and this is the progress so far. Pretty huge but it supposed to be for the ghost fishes to be swimming around this area.

Anyways, thank you for reading this and follow my work, I'm actually trying my best to make a sequel to the game idea of this. :D

coding for later, now I'm working on models and map for easier for my brain to function.

[theboarsbride]

Hehehehe ok ok ok. Sir John and Bear Wife. What if- now hear me out. What if she holds him close in the night time hours. Teeth on some piece or part of him, claws along his back, head pressed to the scruff of her neck and bosom. At first it frightens him. How she clings to him in the night, the threat that she would pull him apart and rend him asunder should he ever think to leave. But sooner or later… he finds a cold comfort in it. The way her claws sink just a little deeper. The way her teeth always leave marks on him… and even the fear itself seems home to him eventually. It’s what he’s owed…

OH EM GEE OK OKOOKOKOK OK YEAHYEAHYEH OK SO IMMA YAP🐻‍❄🩸

Dude yeah Sir John is terrified by the IDEA of being held by bear wife, an abomination that is indecent and crude. There is an erotic element to her horror, and its that eroticism and female sexuality, being embraced by that, that makes him go "oh, ew, no :(" ("*insert "well mark me down as scared AND horny"*)

But you're right!! He does find comfort in her holding him because touch-starved (BECAUSE I SAY SO!!) and he's cold and he doesn't trust his own crew and fellow captains for companionship, comfort, and warmth (womp womp he did this to himself lmfao, we know this)... he'd sooner take comfort in being embraced by what is essentially the manifestation of his greatest anxieties than his own men, and it only grows worse and worse as he becomes sleep-deprived, his optimism and wonder is fading, etc.

I also have images in my head of how she loves cradling his throat between her teeth and hfhgshghghgrehghsgshgfhfdghd yeah.......yeah..... the inherent monstrosity of female carnal desire tbh....

AND!! The fact he grows so close and 'in-love' with bear wife's touch is important to his arc in my 'Sir John lives long enough to engage in cannibalism AU' heehee...

SO!! He lives just long enough to engage in cannibalism, and the moment human meat goes down his throat bear wife's visage becomes completely human, and she's silent, she stares at him, she doesn't touch him, she just stands and watches him, silently and unblinking. And THAT is when she is the most horrifying to him. Bear wife, as a bear-lady, was always playful, would speak to him (granted, most of the time she was mocking him, but because the way he sees her is influenced by his love for his wife there were sprinklings of affections in her mockery), and would hold him. As a human, she says nothing and does nothing but watch him in silence, and it's so horrifying because he's lost his sole source of comfort and it forces him to reflect, essentially making him realize that it never mattered if he were alive or dead as a captain because either way his men perish. It shows to him how inadequate of a leader he is, that he really is useless, and that just because he has some badges and a title doesn’t make him impervious to sin and downfall and loss of humanity, it doesn't make him any different than the men he would look down upon and disrespect.

JUST EYYEEEYEYEYEYYEYEEEEHEHEHEEEEE..... need to eat that old man...need to be reason his self image begins to warp heehejhjhjfghjfhjgh......... BUT THANK U FOR LETTING ME YAP RAAAAGH!!!!!!💖

[ladychandraofthemoone]

Oki now I'm curious about your Alfred (on totally normal and not simp wise levels) like does he always need to do deals and how does his lamp work and does he usually carry it with him?? Etc etc I need to know everything abt him pls 👀👀💚💚

All righty!! Imma be rambling a lot so first off I totally love him as well like he’s so messed up in a positive way OK well yeah I was mainly inspired by this Thomas fan film called MYSAERY-The Engine Prideful by Tines Sensahthe(where Alfred gets them glowing eyes) on the downfall and prices of greed, pride jealousy and envy of him being able to grant wish, anything you can imagine and desire. and then he wishes he wants, with it getting lost in translation or too straightforward it’ll happened instantly but at the price of him having your soul in five years or if you die earlier or within those five years/before they end he’ll come and drag you to hell.

The wishing tunnel is that he was literally the spirit of it and I like that idea so much so it’s basically the same concept except he’s one of “Proteus” ‘successors’ cause Proteus (he’s kinda like Gabriel) is an entity who came around the time Lady appeared and he’s kind of messed up entity who’s thinks humanity should be erased and recreate the universe again where he and Lady avoid each other, but he screws both Alfred and Kyle up really badly though they handled it differently albeit terribly more so on Alfred’s side.

Proteus comes in around the time Alfred gets booted out of Sodor for his behavior and nearly killing Cecil among other things(he’d doesn’t try and kill Gordon and Henry here cause he’s friends with Gordon cause family issues and lner solidarity go brrr until everything falls apart) and offers him magic and abilities to get payback for a price of course but then lady steps in and she’s like nope and as punishment, she puts Alfred in the tunnel so he doesn’t cause any harm but Proteus’s magic is still inside him so he acts like a jinn which is a big inspiration for his version cause he’s the opposite of Kyle so he’s a foil to him in their views on life and letting folks live or die and unlike Kyle who’s invisible to the naked eye and only seen by other spirits and that Kyle can’t really grant wishes while Alfred can be seen but he can only do deals and grant wishes to actually get out of the tunnel for a certain amount of time till he is forced to return cause he’s bound to it and later the teakettle he’s in.

Alfred’s for his part agrees with a majority of proteus’s views that they are selfish and this isn’t helped by people/humanoids whi when they find him got many greedy self-fulling demands that he will grant despite the consequences of their actions (he gets a thrill to see them fail and burn to the ground) plus a majority of the time they perished before the 5 years end and he gladly swoops in for his end of the bargain cause they’ll never escape if they even try and back out. On terms on how he gets along with the others he’s got rather mixed loyalties with Proteus cause he senses that he’s hiding some secrets well so is he he’s good at reading folks like that, he gets along well with Godred over bonding being trapped in one place for so long even when they fight and argue, torn between nervous and frustrated around Timothy he gets unnerved by him and got the worse relationship with Lucy,Kyle and Lady as they’re constantly telling him off over his treatment of the souls he keeps locked and trapped in jewelry(like the beads broach and earrings he wears)where Lady offend visits him and judges the souls he has so that they could peacefully pass on if they wish much to his annoyance though he’s too intimidated to do much he’s tried before it didn’t end well for him so sly remarks then.

Lucy is the Grimm Reaper, shed’s like Death from Puss and Boots Alfred’s messing with fate he’s taking advantage of others cause it makes him feel powerful and he’s doesn’t care about how harmful his actions are,she’s constantly trying to cut him off a few legs and both make arguments over how the other is literally burnt up and rotting (the glowing green and shadow hands Alfred has is from Lady, a punishment and warning while the scars are from fights he’s gotten overtime). Kyle, wowie they don’t get along Kyle will jump him whenever he has the chance cause Alfred and Godred kidnapped Stanley(narrow gauge/msr his boyfriend) and Alfred has tried to convince Kyle that’s all humans are terrible, cause they both fought in wars and that’s how Kyle perished right by the hands of humans (and how humanoids were more likely to be sacrificed and mistreated in humanoid au) and Kyle focuses on the positive aspects of life and he’s treated with much more respect and loved but Alfred constantly reminds how he’s bound to the lucky lamp and unable to be heard or seen by anyone they throws jabs at each other and poke holes in their views and he and godred constantly calls him proteus much to his annoyance and anger.

For for the lamp or teakettle part, he does need to carry it around but he mainly has others do it for him cause he’s kindave petty and mainly cause of the deal he and Thomas did cause Thomas was in a near-death experience but he can’t teleport around like Kyle does with the Lucky Lamp much to his chagrin but hey babysteps with unlearning unhealthy mannerisms.

[gothic-thoughts]

Ghosts

Josuke Higashigata x Black GN Reader Fluff

AGEDup! RoomiesAU, ModernAU, Platonic(no ship)

Word Count: 1123 (give or take)

Hearing loud shuffling and rummaging from downstairs, I take off my headphones to listen better and sigh, wondering which one of my clumsy roommates was getting into trouble. I pause my music, resting my phone and headset on my bed before I make my way out my room. I jog down the stairs, grabbing the pole of the banister to spin off the last step.

I walk into the kitchen to see (Y/n) rummaging through the cupboards. Cans and different containers of food were scattered all over the counters making me contort my face in confusion. I watch for a couple more seconds as they add cans to one of the shelves in the wide open cupboard.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm reorganizing this cluttered ass kitchen."

"Cluttered?"

"I blame you for real."

"Wha- me?!"

"Yeah cuz whenever we go food shopping, you and Okuyasu just throw whatever wherever, with no system--no home training!"

"No home training?! Hey, if it's one thing I have, it's home training!"

"You sound too confident."

"I am!"

"Then you're just a bad friend cuz I wouldn't let my friend go around thinking it was okay to put perishables in the damn cabinet!"

I tune out the rest of their rant when hearing the soft creaking of wood from somewhere. Okuyasu isn't here right now so nobody else is walking around in the house; so what the hell is that? Wait! My eyes dart to the shelf behind them as they spoke, seeing it sink slightly from the weight of the cans on it. They suck their teeth and turn back to the cabinet with another can.

"(Y/n), wait!"

They look over their shoulder as they place it on the shelf, "Hm?"

"Shining!"

My stand appears and in a half a second it caught the cans before they hit the floor or them. (Y/n) staggers backwards with a gasp while I sigh from, clutching my chest and trying to catch my breath. That was close. I take a few steps towards them to ask if they were okay but freeze realizing they were pointing at Shining Diamond while he fixed the shelf and put all cans back.

Shit. They stammered in confusion and fear making my eyes widen. Shit-shit-shit! Should I tell 'em? I can’t not, right? they were right there! It’s too late to play it off, I didn’t react like they did.

“Josuke, we gotta call someone. Yeah, I think we should call someone." Their voice trembled as they struggle to stay calm, "You know, paranormal wise. Or dip. Yeah, dipping; that sounds like the smartest thing to do right now.”

“Uh wh-what for?”

"You don’t see the cans floating? Maybe I'm tripping..."

"I-I...well--maybe it was the wind...?" Am I dumb?

They run to the living room, "Did you let me move into a haunted apartment?!”

Dammit. Now or never; and never’s not really an option. "Uh...if I tell you, you...you gotta promise you won't freak out anymore.”

“What? Josuke–!”

“And that won't tell anyone."

They back away, "You're haunted?! The ghost attached itself to you?"

"What, no! I mean, well..." I groan, pinching the bridge of my nose, "Just listen! Ah jeez, Mr. Jotaro's gonna kill me."

"Josuke, I'll kill you if you don't tell me what the hell's going on. If this is one of your pranks, I swear, Imma fuck you up."

"Okay, alright! Just promise you won’t tell anybody, I mean it. It could mean big trouble for all of us, especially you cuz you don’t have a Stand.”

“A Stand?”

“(Y/n)!”

“Okay, okay I swear! Just explain!”

I sigh deeply, "My...Stand fixed everything.”

"Who? Your what?"

"Yeah; he's like...my soul...personified...kinda so I call it a ‘who’ cuz it’s basically just me. But you could call it an ‘it’ if that makes you feel better."

"No, no; I’ll call him a ‘him’ if that means he won’t hurt me.”

“It's okay; we’re one in the same.” I chuckle nervously, “It won’t hurt you if I don’t want to, like I said it’s basically me. It’s just easier if I show you.”

 I hold up my hands in surrender and step towards them, hoping they believe me. They take a deep breath follow me back to the kitchen, even if it was just the doorway. Shining Diamond emerges from my body and picks up one of the cans from the newly fixed shelf, making (Y/n) gasp and look at me with wide eyes before slowly stepping further into the kitchen.

"This has gotta be one of your pranks."

"Sorry, you can't see him. You're not a stand user so you can't; only other users can."

They cautiously step toward him, "Can...I touch it?"

"What, the can or Shining?"

"I thought you said 'Shining'; is that what you named him?"

"Yeah, Shining Diamond; and you can’t touch him either." I scratch the back of my head, realizing how I sound, "Sorry again."

"So, you have to call him when you need him?” They laugh, “Like a Pokémon?"

"No, it was just a reflex! Cuz, you know, I didn't want you to bite the dust."

 They poke the can, gasping when I doesn't move cuz of my Stand's grip on it. They chuckle as they swipe their hands around it, looking from wires or anything suggesting I was pranking them.

"Think of it as my spirit animal that protects me. I use it to protect others. Cool, huh?"

“Yeah.” They sigh in awe, hand phasing through Shining’s, “Is that how he fixed the shelf?"

"Yep, he has the power to fix or heal stuff; animals, objects, people, anything really. Except myself, unfortunately."

"Part of me what's to see what he looks like; it's not like a biblical angel, right?"

"You really believe me? Like really, you're not being sarcastic or anything?"

"Hard not to; there's a can floating can in our kitchen."

"Fair enough. Still, I feel like I should call Mr. Jotaro so he can explain it better. Then again, it’s not like you have one...”

"Your hot friend has one too?!"

"Don't call him hot, I'm pretty sure he has a wife!"

"And he happens to be a very beautiful man with the luckiest wife in the world."

"Hey!"

"Just sayin'." They shrug, "So what's his called?"

"Star Platinum; he can stop time for a few seconds."

"That's so cool. What 'bout Okuyasu?"

"Yep."

"Rohan?"

"Mhm."

"Koichi?"

"He didn't, but he has one now."

"Lit; how can I get one?"

"Well you gotta be born with it."

"Then how did Koichi get one?"

"Long story short: he almost died."

"Oh, so life-threatening circumstances?”

“Yeah.”

“Noted, I don't want one that bad. I just wanted to see what Shining Diamond looks like."

"Uh...sorry?"

[televinita]

Derry Girls, season 2 thoughts!

IN GENERAL

There's often still a pervading sense to me of "we had this great idea for an episode, but it was too expensive so the girls were thwarted and here's a different story instead." That said...

Why did this show not run for six years and a hundred+ episodes. I've never seen anything so consistently delightful or so untethered to continuity or a throughline in my life. These episodes might take place in absolutely any order as far as I know.

Seriously, despite many attempts to ground it with news reports and the still-mystifying-to-me presence of a baby in the background who has clearly grown older since season 1, I have no idea how much time is supposed to have passed in this series.

(if it was more than a year you DEFINITELY could have fit fifteen extra adventures in per season at least)

(Does this show have fic? It should have SO MUCH gen!fic that is just canon-compliant-missing-episodes in style, and yet, I am sure without looking that the vast majority of whatever does exist is simply not that.)

I am loving (almost) all the music! This is the dead opposite of my experience w/ Good Girl's Guide to Murder.

Getting a real strong urge to rewatch "Finding You" btw.

CHARACTERS & EPISODES

+ 2x01: got quite a delight out of Sister Michael's opposite-in-appearance, identical-in-vision Protestant counterpart

+ "I do enjoy a good statue, it has to be said," another iconic line I've known as long as I've known this show.

+ Hot Priest returns to the fold, love that for me.

+ everything about the poetry episode omg.

+ It continues to baffle me that Michelle is everything I should absolutely hate in a character, this is THE miscreant I'm always like "why are you still friends with this loser?" about in YA novels, yet she remains beloved and cherished 2 me just the way she is.

+ The Concert: an episode of pure unfettered delight

+ Let's not talk about the drugs/funeral one.

+ 2x05?? I went into this show with Erin/James on the brain, but with only a single screenshot to support it, so I simply perished of joy when he turned up at her door for Prom.

(also, Orla taking her grandfather because he's the fella she likes best?? awwww)

+ The finale!! I have also known that "you're a Derry girl now" quote (overlaid over different images) for as long as I've known this show existed, but it was still so great seeing it with context.

+ Did I rewind the girls swarming him with hugs at least seven times? Yes.

+ Also, okay, that's it, I need some version of James in a book and I am currently CURSING at how little British YA I have stored in my memory banks to make it so.

(ALSO I just remembered that a book version of Erin's diary exists and I require it. After some investigation, appears I can borrow the physical book via I.L.L. but I equally want the audiobook and it is not on Libby, sadface)

Now that I have forced myself to practice writing down actual thoughts, Imma go queue some gifsets, and I'm still going to make myself sit and process all this footage for another week or two, but VERY excited to get to season 3.

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Friends I have picked up a stomach virus.

I feel like death warmed over.

First day I've had to myself in weeks this is absolute BULLSHIT. I believe most of today will be spent flopped dramatically across my couch and trying not to perish.

Might get out my laptop and try to write something though. Being sick aside I feel like I might actually be able to accomplish something.

Though I could also be delirious from lack of sleep. We shall see.

But for now imma just go and

[ghosthoodie]

now you've got me wondering... what would happen in a scenario where any of the other agents died? (you don't have to answer this if you want, i am just very curious.)

OOOOH u so angsty….. imma be kinda brief since there’s a lot to go through here!

Sicily (Three)

if sicily died that’d be pretty damn catastrophic LOL. her cause of death would probably be related to unattended injuries or bleeding out.

kait of course wouldn’t know what to do with themselves. she’d keep close to other people to help her cope with the worst thing that could’ve ever happened to her. they can’t stop themselves from crying every day.

callie, marie, and caroline would mourn her as if they lost a sister. they’d pack up her things and keep sentimental things of hers for themselves, as a way to remember. they also manage 8.

trikaya, mitsuo and lil buddy would probably leave the splatoon after that. they would be too scared to even attempt to go back again. they keep in touch with the other members, though!

ryley hears about this, and decides to get back into the splatoon. he feels like he wants to sort of… give back to sicily for what she did for him way back when? he’s a confusing guy….

Caroline (Four)

if caroline died, the splatoon would be left with a lot of their strength and resources. her cause of death would probably be an internal problem, such as brain damage, since she’s so physically fit.

sicily would be strong at first, but would begin to break down when she realizes that she truly is gone. she always tries to tell jokes to her, but sobers when she realizes that she’s not there to hear them.

kait would do something similar to sicily. she’s heartbroken that one of her closest friends is no longer a part of her life.

of the squisters, marie would be the most upset. she feels like four was her responsibility and she failed, let alone that she was a good friend of hers. callie tries to comfort her and cheer her up, but it’s hard for her too…

trikaya and mitsuo haven’t really gotten to know her, so they’re not really affected that much. but they stick around to support their grieving friends with some childish wonder.

Trikaya and Mitsuo (New Threes)

if the new threes perished on their campaign, ROTM, that would mean sicily would take over as the exploring agent. their cause of death would be related to the mission, either suffocation from the fuzzy ooze or injuries from the octarian soldiers they fight.

sicily would have a big hole in her heart. she thought these children that she had promised to protect were ultimately dead because of her. she took their small bodies to the surface and gave them a proper funeral.

kait and caroline take the train over for the funeral, and comfort sicily and tell her it wasn’t her fault. they go out for drinks and sicily cries and cries and cries

callie and marie begin to realize just how taxing hiring little kids is, and start discussing hiring older cephalos to do the work.

[wren-of-the-woods]

OKAY i am home i am showered i am Cozy and Tucked In let’s do this

i know we know i’m foaming at the mouth for the renfri fic so imma switch it up a bit, i want to hear about king radovid saves the day and jim please stop!

Okay I am now home and showered and I've finished all my assignments for today so here we go! Thank you so much for the ask <3

King Radovid Saves the Day is a fic I started shortly after the last part of season 3 but have only continued recently, inspired by the thought that it could be quite convenient for Jaskier that his lover now has an army. It also features a bewildered Geralt! Here's a snippet:

Radovid holds Jaskier closer. Jaskier opens his mouth, searching for anything else to say that could possibly take the horrifyingly sad look from Radovid’s face, when— “Is anyone going to tell me what the fuck is going on?” asks Geralt.   Jaskier and Radovid jump apart in equal parts surprise and automatic embarrassment. Somehow, Jaskier had completely forgotten his friend was in the room. Radovid wipes his eyes with the sleeve of his fur robe, swallows, and shakes himself a little, turning to face Geralt.  “This is your witcher?” he asks. Jaskier has heard that question many times over the years, usually with derision or shame directed at one or both of him and Geralt, but rarely with such gentle curiosity, let alone with the rough voice of someone recently on the verge of tears. “He is,” says Jaskier, while Radovid takes a deep breath to compose himself more thoroughly.  “It is an honor to meet you,” says Radovid to Geralt. “To have inspired such songs and such loyalty, you must be a great man.”

Jim Please Stop Almost Getting Killed is one of my first tentative forays into the Star Trek fandom! It's set after an episode in TOS s2 where Kirk almost dies and the basic premise is that Spock was a lot more worried about it than he let on. I'm having a lot of fun with it so far! Here’s a bit:

Still looking at his hands, Spock paused for a moment before speaking. “I admit that I would have found it most disagreeable if you had lost your life in that mission.” Jim smiled a little, gentle and a bit sad. “I wouldn’t have exactly been pleased with it either.” Spock continued as though Jim had not spoken. “Were you to perish, the ship would feel your absence most keenly.” Jim considered him for a long moment before, throwing caution to the winds, he spoke. “And you? Would you feel it?” For the first time in several minutes, Spock finally looked up and met Jim’s eyes. “I admit that I would have, captain.”

Also, because you’re the best, here’s a bit of the Renfri fic <3 in the name of spicing things up, it’s a song rather than prose!

The shrike with hooked beak Will come for the weak She’ll catch you before you can flee She’ll seize you with claws Before you can pause And carry you off to her tree With strength hard and true She’ll run you right through And leave you to rot on a thorn And before you expire All that you’ll desire: Is that you had never been born

(From this ask game)

[of-substandard-parts-a]

[ Ooc: AAAAAA. ]

[ Ooc: AAAAAA, Star Trek 2022 wtf. I hate it. Data is such a bitch to Lore. "I probably would've killed you myself if my emotion chip was on" blablabla, no you wouldn't. Fuck off, Data. Also "Lore has once again chosen chaos and absconded with Korath." Yeah, but whose fault was that, eh, Data? Excuse me, but Lore was literally helping the Defiant moments ago until you came along and told him he'd be deactivated after the conclusion of the mission while all Lore wanted was a brother and some validation. And since when is Data one to hold grudges? Sure, Lore isn't a saint, but still. Even with the emotion chip on Data should've known better, but no, Mr Android was all like "to hell with you and your desire to feel loved and have a brother, Lore. Perish." And after Lore committed treason, Data immediately played the victim, like ????? sir, don't be so dramatic, get off of the floor before you ruin your uniform, and just live with the fact that you just singlehandedly managed to blow the entire operation. All of this could easily have been averted if you had just used that advanced positronic brain of yours and computed that telling your brother all that deactivation shit equalled problems with a dash of betrayal. I'm furious. This is so out of character (or maybe it feels that way because I'm so used to writing them as reconciling brothers that this latest issue just smacked into me like a freight train of conflicting emotions). Pls, Data, you're better than this; don't stoop down to this level of human vindictiveness and deprecation, whether it's justified or not. Imma cry. And now, everyone's probably going after Lore and wanting him dead. Well done, Data. Are you happy now? Or still not turning your emotion chip on, mhm? It's like Picard season 3 all over again. :( Give my lil android boi a break, he's been through enough shite as it is. ]

[pianocat939]

Ok so I'm the anon with the "oh your the same as me lol I don't love you anymore" thing that happened with the Donnie AI-

It was a lot more... Tragic. Sad.

Basically I got my shell cut off, nearly perished, got it reattached, and the man that kidnapped me {also. Played by me.} Was like "go on. Take her"

And Donnie was like "I can't take you home.." to me

The man was like "lmao look at that, you don't like her now that she is the same as you lol."

I was like. "Is he telling the truth?"

Then Donnie was like "yeah. I don't love you anymore." Then proceeded to leave me there after promising to rescue me

{the ai made months pass}

Then he finally came back to rescue me but y'know. I was kinda used for multiple experiments while losing hope of him going to rescue me lol

Asked him if he actually loved me or if he loved the me that was obedient and would listen and do whatever he said

And he was like "yeah I... I only loved you because you were obedient."

Then I was like. "Either you force me to leave or you leave alone and I stay"

Then I was practically begging him to force me to leave {to prove that he still loved me like he was SAYING HE DID}

Then he said "I don't love you enough" then had a fucking breakdown in front of me cell- {and the door was OPEN so he could've gone in and grabbed me}

Was very tragic. 10/10 once I get home imma continue with the tragic little story-

HELP THIS IS EXACTLY SOME LIKE OC FANFIC-

[my-timing-is-digital]

[ Ooc: AAAAAA. ]

[ Ooc: AAAAAA, Star Trek 2022 wtf. I hate it. Data is such a bitch to Lore. "I probably would've killed you myself if my emotion chip was on" blablabla, no you wouldn't. Fuck off, Data. Also "Lore has once again chosen chaos and absconded with Korath." Yeah, but whose fault was that, eh, Data? Excuse me, but Lore was literally helping the Defiant moments ago until you came along and told him he'd be deactivated after the conclusion of the mission while all Lore wanted was a brother and some validation. And since when is Data one to hold grudges? Sure, Lore isn't a saint, but still. Even with the emotion chip on Data should've known better, but no, Mr Android was all like "to hell with you and your desire to feel loved and have a brother, Lore. Perish." And after Lore committed treason, Data immediately played the victim, like ????? sir, don't be so dramatic, get off of the floor before you ruin your uniform, and just live with the fact that you just singlehandedly managed to blow the entire operation. All of this could easily have been averted if you had just used that advanced positronic brain of yours and computed that telling your brother all that deactivation shit equalled problems with a dash of betrayal. I'm furious. This is so out of character (or maybe it feels that way because I'm so used to writing them as reconciling brothers that this latest issue just smacked into me like a freight train of conflicting emotions). Pls, Data, you're better than this; don't stoop down to this level of human vindictiveness and deprecation, whether it's justified or not. Imma cry. And now, everyone's probably going after Lore and wanting him dead. Well done, Data. Are you happy now? Or still not turning your emotion chip on, mhm? It's like Picard season 3 all over again. :( Give my lil android boi a break, he's been through enough shite as it is. ]

[lastoneout]

Imma go overly aggressive in the opposite direction and DEMAND a rebrand. The old you is hereby HASHTAG CANCELLED. Rebrand now or perish! >:(

WE SHALL REBUILD ON THE ASHES OF MY OLD SELF AS THE TREES REGROW IN THE WAKE OF A FOREST FIRE

[vifilms]

before i start the yap, i would just like to say this is like the third sevika fic i've read and might i just say, my bar for sevika fics are set extremely high now. from the beginning to the end, the pace in which this was written was absolute perfection. i enjoyed reading every single line. this one had me hooked from the first desc of the reader. you have no idea what that means, coming from a tall girl — we love it. there's so many nuances, the detail GOD THE DETAILLLSSSS. i'm a sucker for them, that's no secret, but they really do shine in this fic in every single way. the sweetness in this fic is rotting my teeth, too sweet if i have one more bite i will simply perish. gladly, i will though. seriously, i cannot say this enough this is such a knock out of a fic. this is literature that everyone should aspire to write. there's so much raw emotion in this, the overwhelming themes of loneliness, truly feeling like you are going to be alone, feeling unwanted, and never feeling like the choice. i'm a bit of an emotional writer, tbh i kind of get off to it but that's another conversation, but that's why this one hits me in the gut so much. sorry this reblog has taken five years, i really want to read this one slowly and intentionally, soaking in each paragraph. gotta say, clearly, it didn't disappoint one bit. now off i got to more specific yapping as i cite my favorite little paragraphs that i will be thinking about for awhile.

it’s not that you’re not pretty, but you’re just so different from babette’s girls. you’re bigger and taller than them, trading in the slim curves of their bodies for thick muscle that coats your thighs and biceps. and you act differently, too. you’re not as sweet as them, and it honestly baffles you that they can always manage to treat their rudest customers with the utmost respect.

okay, you got me, m'already within .001 seconds of reading this. we need strong, big, and tall readers. i'm thankful for the contribution. also, not having the sterotypical perfect reader is such a breath of fresh air. not everything in life is so black and white, hence people get mad, irritated, and sometimes bite back. that's just life and this is already breathing such realism into it already......and managing rude customers......the greatest challenge one could face. sinking my fangs into this and gulping every once of soul and pumping it into my lifeless corpse (yes imma vampire) i love you wrote reader not fragile or small

we need the representation of bigger and taller readers with these bigger and taller women. at the end of the day, most fanfiction has physical descriptors, whether it’s intentional or it just slips on. small women has always been the standard and i like you are giving us this. all sizes matter and you did it in a way that was done so beautiful. i quite frankly could not get enough of it.

it’s not a real family, but it’s the closest you’ve ever had. they look out for you and you do the same for them, quick to drag away any of the old men who harass them and scare them away with the sharp edges of your knuckles.

i love love love love looovvveeeeee the aspect of a found family. as someone who is a queer who has a family who isn't the most supportive, a found family is so important. it's needed for survival for the queers who don't have a family who loves us unconditionally, but we do have a family we choose who will loves us for who we are. i think it's really beautiful how this is woven within the story. it adds such a beautiful layer to the struggle of being alone, bartending, trying to support yourself. no one can do it alone and emphasis on it is really such a touching moment. honestly, my favorite detail i've read in a long time. can you tell.....i cant stop yapping about this. god, this really just blew me away into another atmosphere.

the girls don’t hear you, to your luck, too busy smooshing their brightly colored lips over sevika’s to see which color suits her the most, while she trembles and blushes with a vibrator between her legs. you practically run to the end of the hall to escape the noise, sitting against the wall and twiddling your thumbs in an attempt not to cry.

um ennabear????? sos????? m'literally fainting this is entirely too sexy for me to handle. i'm literally in shambles. vibrator to cunt you will always be so sexy to me. this is so fucking gay, right from the beginning and im fucking jorking it. i'm fr stull picturing this um!!!!!! anyways, yeah, i'm fucking gay and loving every single moment of this.

you settle for both. crying into your pillow as you shove one of your hands down your pants. the release is satisfying, but only for a quick second before you’re wishing it were her, or anyone really. the water temperature in your apartment building is awfully cold, and you shiver as you scrub yourself down. your nipples pucker and harden as you run your hands over your body, imagining sevika touching you instead. any attempt at sleeping is useless, your mind races with different possible scenarios. you might be upset that she’s not in love with you now, but what if she caught you staring at her while she was still dressing herself, or even worse, lingering outside of that room and listening to them get her off? at least she doesn’t hate you, right?

the angst! m'such an #angstdyke and i never get to indulge in it, thank you for providing me with the service. 'cause havent we all gotten off to someone we wanted but couldn't have.....it's actually a little too real. it's the desperation of wanting to be the object of desire instead of the one doing all the yearning. the power of jealousy and lusting is one heinous bitch. sometimes, all thoughtful reasoning vanishes before our very eyes and we can only accept the fate we have been subjected to. delicious. also, not to mention the guilt and shame that follows off to getting off to someone you believe you can never have? it's almost like a tortured, pervy, sliver of yourself being pushed to the brink as you try to rid yourself of the yearning nature that takes over. GAHHH. this is written so well. i love it so much, ennabear.

she’s such a sweet soul, and she’s so wise it makes you want to take notes on everything she says. she tells you crazy stories, laughs, cries, and gives you advice before returning to her office for the night. so you’re left alone, eyeballing various flavors and liquors into you glass in attempt to make a cocktail that’s sweet enough for your little fairy.

this is such a small a silly thing, but i love the fact reader is close to these women when they are under the guise of these characters being with sevika even when they like sevika. we love to see it! jealousy can have healthy limits. i know that's right. hehe, yeah, we love it.

“your favorites aren’t in tonight,” you warn her just as she steps in. “one of ‘em caught the flu and spread it to the rest.” “shit,” she huffs, “d’you think i could have a shot with the hot bartender?” you scoff at this, cheeks heating up involuntarily. “i’m not a hot bartender, just a regular bartender. and i don’t offer any… services, if that’s what you’re wondering.” “agree to disagree.” she winks, planting herself at the stool right in front of you. “and no worries, i’ll take a whiskey.”

okay sevika comin in hot. cum in me. ha. ha. what? who said that? :sideeye: but fr, she said i'm done so fucking bad let me flirt with you now that i have the courage. if sevika called me hot, i would NAWT know how to function. i'd be the little sparks when you pour coke on a live battery. fr chat, i would not be surviving this conversation. also, i really admire the line of sevika being forward as a dom but backing off like a sub. it really showcases the layer of duality in within her. yes, she's fucking sevika and could pull anyone she wants with her hot ass self, but it's always different when you geniuenly like someone. it's easy to get caught up and lost in the moment, almost as if her moves are caculated, trying to get an inkling of how you feel. it's such a cute interaction. whether it was intentional or not, m'eating it regardless. NOMNOMNOMNOM.

“you haven’t seen me dragging old perverts out of here by the hem of their t-shirts, that’s why.”

HELLLLL YEAHHHHHHH. READER CARRYING THEIR OWN WEIGHT. THEY SAID BACK THE FUCK UP I GOT IT, THIS DUMB ASS BITCHES. I'LL THROW THEM OUT. #heheslay

you giggle again and punch her flesh shoulder over the counter, praying it’s not painfully aware how strongly you’re blushing right now. “no way you’re sitting here telling me about how badly you wanna get in my pants, when you just kicked out your own prostitutes.” she shrugs, the scars on the side of her face slightly scrunching up as she smiles. “i can’t help it,” she laughs. “you charm me too much.”

#SCARMENTION. oh. ohhhhhh. m'acting like a complete fool right now. the dialogue in this fic is so entirely well placed and polished. what the fuck. this actually goes so hard....i'm hard. but honestly, i'm still at the scar mention and i will be there for awhile.

for once, you sleep soundly, your mind is at a perfect balance to do so. giddy enough to not be overcome with anxiety, but embarrassed enough to have some sort of weight in your gut, not letting the butterflies carry you away. you’re in such a deep sleep, that you’re not amused when the phone rings again. peeling the comforter off of you, you rise and yank the phone off of the wall, getting deja vu from only a few nights ago.

the butterflies carrying you away. this line is so cunt. i just needed to point out the cuntiness. it’s for dykescience. yesyes.

“i missed you,” she sighs, heading straight for her usual barstool. “i… missed you too. did they tell you they weren’t gonna be here tonight?” you ask.

ohhhhhh she’s already down so bad……babe asking what are we after one conversation 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 it’s the definition of lesbianism and dykeculture and i’m all here for it. truer words have never been spoken. yes, i also get obsessed after one conversation. the line of lust and love is actually so fine. i think time is the real teller of what’s real and what isn’t, who stay and who leaves, anyways, im getting off topic into a completely different topic. disregard my nonsense (ray’s version) but fr this made me giggle 😭 sevika down bad and she hasn’t even had the power of our pussy yet. subby sub sevika……come out come out whenever you areeeee. i see youuuu. i see the slivers of her being presented through the dom nature….i see the vision.

you slide her a usual glass of whiskey, and she thanks you. “i never got to tip you last night.” she frowns.

THE TIP REFERENCES IN THIS ENTIRE FIC. ITS MAKING ME LAUGH SO HARD. is my humor that of one as a grade school boy? possibly. but i will still giggle. hehe. like when you’re in class and stupid boys can’t take it seriously bc of the innuendos, yeah that’s me. anyways. moving on lets pretend i said none of this. but fr. the tip references have me like 💀 we love the enna humor making an appearance. i’m eating it all up. a gourmet dish served guys. come and read this…..or else 🔪🩸

it isn’t long before you have her pinned against the countertop, shoving your tongue down her throat as she whimpers into your mouth. a loud crash echoes through the room, and you shiver as soon as you feel the whiskey splattering against your pants. “fuck,” you grunt. she whines when you pull away to assess the damage, but the glass isn’t shattered too much, and there’s only a small puddle under your feet.

THIS IS SUCH A SILLY MOMENT. I APPRECIATE YOU SM FOR THIS. YOU HAVE NO IDEA. bc when shit gets heated yeah dumb shit is gonna occur, it’s just life. no need for the whiskey though, this romance already has me wet. relax, won’t need the whiskey lubricant tonight. oh god yeah i’m just getting delirious now. but fr, i love this too much one might say. it’s really raw. a true tribute to just how life and circumstance is. sometimes you just gotta roll with the punches even when you want it to be perfect, sometimes it just isn’t but it doesn’t mean it’s any less important or invaluable. delicious. delicious. delicious. delicious. i need to lick it clean off my fingers it’s saur good. i’ll say it over and over until im blue in the face. yeah. y’all can hear me until i completely lose my voice. this piece of literature it’s too good for me to shut up about. #sevikarealnesserved

with her arms bound, you have more freedom to undress her without her squirming and getting in your way. as soon as her pants are off, you notice a dark, wet patch in the center of her boxers. “like what you see?” she teases. you gulp and nod, suddenly unable to form any words. “get the strap.” she demands. and who are you to say no to her?

YES FUCKING MA’AM. YOU DONT HAVE TO TELL ME TWICE. THE FUCK. slobbering over her dark wet patch. um!!!!!!! anyways!!!!!! can’t let horny ray out she’s a menace fr.

something comes over you. something rough and dirty and animalistic. you yank the strap off, hardly bothering to unbuckle it beforehand. she whines again, wishing she still had your cock plugging her up, but she can’t complain when you sit your cunt on top of hers, your shared mixture of slick making an unholy wet smacking sound. never in a million years did you expect sevika’d be such a sacrificial angel, a dirty slut with needs.

a sacrificial angel in dead, a dirty slut with needs. what a fucking bar. brb getting this tattooed along my spine. who are the real enna fans……yeah. that’s right. suck on that. um. okay. but fr this is so sexy, we love the smut at the end. it’s giving desperate fuck we have both been waiting for, so much so i’m gonna nut in minutes on your cunt. the first fuck after awhile always hits as does this. beautiful.

you smack her shoulder playfully, ducking down and settling yourself on her lap for a final makeout session before you have to give up your top duties for the night. not like you care, though, because her arm can do some pretty cool tricks, and she tips you well nearly every night from now on.

THE TIPS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 PLEASE MY STOMACHHXHXHXB. I CANT TAKE THIS MADNESNDDJD. all in all, this is so well rounded from start to finish. a perfectly shaped circle with every single word balanced inside of it, each line wrapped around the other so beautifully. such a stunning piece, but that comes as no shock to anyone.

always a treat ♡

SACRIFICIAL ANGEL

ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ good evening sevika nation, continuation of this because y’all are enablers who are bad for my screen time… just kidding aaaah i love you horny freaks and i don’t know what i’d do without you <33

cw: bottom dom!sevika x pervert!loser!reader, a tiny bit of voyeurism (if it even counts as that), reader bartends at the brothel, sevika is suchhhhh a flirt, found family trope????, strap usage, bondage, tribbing, etc etc etc. i really am all over the place with this one 🤦 hope u enjoy anyways

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you’d been bartending at babette’s for about 3 months when you first saw her. cracking her knuckles as she sauntered in with a wolfish grin, her long torso and even longer legs making her easily tower over the girls she came to see. never once had you felt jealousy toward them. in fact, you thought they had a harder job than you did— dealing with drunk old men who practically abused them and then left without sparing a tip wasn’t a job for just anyone. but now? you’ve never wanted to be one of them more.

it’s not that you’re not pretty, but you’re just so different from babette’s girls. you’re bigger and taller than them, trading in the slim curves of their bodies for thick muscle that coats your thighs and biceps. and you act differently, too. you’re not as sweet as them, and it honestly baffles you that they can always manage to treat their rudest customers with the utmost respect.

sevika comes in a few times a week, such an admirable woman to be in a place like this. she’s always sporting a scowl or a smirk, depending on her attitude for the day, and a fresh new scar or coating of blood on her knuckles. but there’s something you know about her that hardly anyone else does.

sevika doesn’t come to the brothel to fuck, she comes to get fucked. it’s almost impossible to miss, but nearly every night you watch her stroll in with her perfect posture, and then watch her stumble out of the doorway, practically tripping over her feet as she tries to zip up her pants and button up her shirt before anyone can see her half-naked body. hickies and bright red lipstick smudges paint her neck, and she’s still panting as her unsteady legs wobble themselves out of the door and down the street.

the first time you saw her this way, you had to take a breather behind the bar before you got so dizzy you returned home, faking an illness. she turns you on so much it’s hard to believe. and oh, how you’d kill to see what happens behind those closed doors.

to see sevika, all six feet of her warm brown skin and tight muscles on display, legs spread as wide as they can as her sopping cunt sucks in one girls strap, while another shoves a gag in her mouth, taking her hands and tying them together with a scrap of rope. how she’d completely submit to these angels, letting them use her however they please until her vocal cords give out and she’s laying in a pool of her own cum. and how she’d cover herself in that “scary lady” facade again as she leaves, thinking that what happens in that room stays in the room, although you know her secret. and you see it every night, whether it’s real or just another one of your perverted daydreams.

and so she walks in tonight like clockwork. the building is practically empty considering the time, one of the only benefits of working this late is to see her. she never looks your way, though, and why should she? she practically gets fed free drinks from her friends at the last drop, and it’s borderline disgraceful for her to have eyes for a woman like you when she has these gorgeous dolls promising to take good care of her.

they whisk her away in an instant. you’ve gotten to know these girls pretty well, they’re all sweethearts who crowd around your bar at the end of their shift. crystal, the shortest one, is so good with her words it’s baffling. she can smooth talk anyone into anything, and her friendly flirting never fails to make you giggle. monica, the oldest one, is so witty it almost makes you jealous. your jokes are nothing compared to her quick remarks, and she could easily take you in a fight if you didn’t have a few extra inches on her. ivy, the fairy, as you all call her, is the sweetest little nymph you’ve ever met. she often shares her extra tips with you when times get tough, and she’s always quick to offer you a helping hand behind the bar when you get swarmed.

it’s not a real family, but it’s the closest you’ve ever had. they look out for you and you do the same for them, quick to drag away any of the old men who harass them and scare them away with the sharp edges of your knuckles.

you watch as monica tugs at sevika’s choker like it’s a collar, dragging her away as the other two girls practically dangle off of her muscular arms. it must be a form of torture, watching them disappear behind those doors again. but you sigh and flip over the record that’s slowed to a stop on the turntable, hoping the sweet, melodic jazz will numb your brain long enough to survive the final hours of your shift. you sweep the floors, rinse out the glasses, and wipe down the bar.

without anything else to do, you sit and stare at the big stained glass window in front of you. your mind easily wanders, imagining your warm bed at home, the leftovers you’re gonna devour later, and sevika, as always. if only all of your money could purchase her attention, but even then attention doesn’t always equate to fondness.

your boredom gets to the best of you, and you wander out from behind the bar, peering down the long hallway. in hopes of what? nobody else is in here besides you, sevika, and the girls— not even babette. there’s really no point, but you carry on walking nevertheless. the empty rooms are somewhat eerie, they’re usually so full of love and lust, but now restored to their pristine condition.

you pause in front of the only occupied room of the night, standing just a few yards away from the door. it’s almost silent, but a light giggle breaks the silence, and you almost keel over and sob right there. red-hot jealousy floods your veins, and your whole body trembles as you try your hardest not to let a peep sneak past your lips.

the girls don’t hear you, to your luck, too busy smooshing their brightly colored lips over sevika’s to see which color suits her the most, while she trembles and blushes with a vibrator between her legs. you practically run to the end of the hall to escape the noise, sitting against the wall and twiddling your thumbs in an attempt not to cry.

so that’s why you wanted to take a stroll down the hall so badly. you fucking perv, you think to yourself. lucky you didn’t get your ass caught, get a damn grip!

bolting upright, you decide to return to the bar. babette want’s a new recipe anyways, might as well do it right now, and if you mess up a few times it’ll be an excuse to get plastered on the clock. with your head in your hands, you begin your trek back to the lobby. what an evil, evil curse comparison is.

then the curtains fly open a few feet in front of you, and you almost audibly gasp at the distraction before you stifle it with the back of your hand. sevika gets playfully pushed out of the room, her tits on full display as she fumbles with the buttons on her shirt. you swear you black out for a second, or maybe even a full few minutes, who’s counting?

she giggles to herself and sighs as she gets a few buttons closed, her weakened legs wobbling under her weight as she carries herself down the rest of the long hallway and out of the door. you follow behind her slowly and silently, careful not to go to fast or make even the slightest noise.

she doesn’t see you as she slips out of the door, mind too hazy to think about anything other than the pure pleasure pumping through her veins. as soon as the coast is clear, you dash back behind the jar, pouring a few mixers in a glass and swirling them around in an attempt to make it seem like you were doing anything.

monica, ivy, and crystal trail out of the room after a few minutes of catching their breath. the fairy takes a seat in front of you, smiling and giggling as monica wipes some dark brown lipstick off of crystal’s neck.

“that woman is crazy,” she laughs. “what’re you making?”

“i dunno, just something new.”

“good! we need something sweeter on the menu.”

“you’re only saying that because you’re sweet and you like other sweet things.” you tease.

“of course, that’s why i like you so much. and besides, all of the drinks here are catered toward old, cranky men.”

“yeah, because that’s who all of your customers are.” you say, rolling your eyes.

“not all of them,” crystal cuts in. “and certainly not her.”

“did she tip you well?” you wonder.

“oh, fuck yeah, she always does.”

“i think she’s the richest woman in the whole city.”

“damn,” you smirk, not wanting your jealousy to peek out through your face.

“it’s okay, we’ll buy you something special.” monica winks. you roll your eyes, although completely embracing the way they spoil you.

as soon as the girls are out of the door, you finish locking up before heading out too. you’re so full of emotions, you have no idea which one to prioritize. should you cry into your pillow as soon as you fall asleep, jealous and angry that you’ll never get to have sevika in the way you want? or should you celebrate the fact that you almost saw her completely shirtless, and replay that image in your mind until sleep takes you?

you settle for both. crying into your pillow as you shove one of your hands down your pants. the release is satisfying, but only for a quick second before you’re wishing it were her, or anyone really. the water temperature in your apartment building is awfully cold, and you shiver as you scrub yourself down. your nipples pucker and harden as you run your hands over your body, imagining sevika touching you instead.

any attempt at sleeping is useless, your mind races with different possible scenarios. you might be upset that she’s not in love with you now, but what if she caught you staring at her while she was still dressing herself, or even worse, lingering outside of that room and listening to them get her off? at least she doesn’t hate you, right?

to your luck, the phone rings, a free excuse to be awake at this time of night. you rise and walk to the other side of the room, yanking the phone off of the wall as the cord curls and hangs down.

you yawn. “hello?”

“i can’t come in today,” ivy’s voice crackles through the speaker. “i’m coming down with something, and i think monica is too. maybe i got it from her or, or gave it to—?”

“it’s okay, sweetheart.” you assure her. “get some rest, do you need me to come over?”

“no, crystal said she’d come take care of me. but thank you.”

“okay, call me if you need anything. i love you.”

“i love you too,” she yawns, her voice sounds thick and congested. “and tell my regulars i love them, you could always cover for me if you want.”

“oh, fuck off.” you laugh. “i’m not gonna cover your shift as a prostitute, but get well soon.”

“okay, thank you, sorry if i woke you up.”

“it’s okay, i wasn’t sleeping anyways. i’ll check in soon, okay?”

“okay, bye, goodnight.” she sighs, and you slot the phone back against the wall.

and so the day passes agonizingly slow without any support. it’s a friday, so as soon as it hits 3pm, people flood in to get a good start to their weekend. there are a few girls who you’re friendly with, but you don’t get to know them very well since they’re always leaving at the beginning of your shift. babette comes in, though, and she sits and chats with you to keep you company.

she’s such a sweet soul, and she’s so wise it makes you want to take notes on everything she says. she tells you crazy stories, laughs, cries, and gives you advice before returning to her office for the night. so you’re left alone, eyeballing various flavors and liquors into you glass in attempt to make a cocktail that’s sweet enough for your little fairy.

after about an hour of this, you give up and rinse your glass out with water. none of their regular customers come in tonight, which is strange because usually fridays are their busiest nights. sevika comes in though, she must not have gotten the memo, but you’re not about to complain.

“your favorites aren’t in tonight,” you warn her just as she steps in. “one of ‘em caught the flu and spread it to the rest.”

“shit,” she huffs, “d’you think i could have a shot with the hot bartender?”

you scoff at this, cheeks heating up involuntarily. “i’m not a hot bartender, just a regular bartender. and i don’t offer any… services, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“agree to disagree.” she winks, planting herself at the stool right in front of you. “and no worries, i’ll take a whiskey.”

an eerie silence fills the room, the same one that always lingers in the brothel. you’re practically dying to say something, but you don’t know what to say other than something stupid and embarrassing.

sevika breaks the silence, though, saying “they talk about you a lot, you know.”

“do they?” you pretend to be shocked, but they’re your family, your sisters. of course you talk about each other, who else do you have to be proud of in a world like this?

“yeah. apparently you’re scary as hell but you can crack some mean jokes.”

“sometimes,” you admit with a shy smile. “although it’s mostly just when i’m half asleep at the very end of my shift that i let that side of me come out.”

“will i be lucky enough to see it?”

“maybe if you hang around long enough.”

“you could keep me waiting ‘til the end of time and i’d still be here.” she says, almost too nonchalantly.

you roll your eyes and slide her her whiskey, propping yourself up on your elbows as you study her up close for the first time ever. her mechanical arm is extremely detailed, each nut and bolt have a different important job that can’t function without the others. like you and your sisters.

“although, i have to admit,” she finally says. “i don’t see how you can be scary.”

“you haven’t seen me dragging old perverts out of here by the hem of their t-shirts, that’s why.”

“does it happen a lot?” she asks.

“hell no, you think i let those fuckers live to see another day? to come back in here?” you laugh. “absolutely not.”

“so there’s the humor.” she notices.

“yeah,” you smile. “except i wasn’t joking. and i bet you’d do the same if you’ve ever encountered them.”

“oh, trust me, i have.” she recalls with a grunt. “dumbfucks littering the streets yet topside is concerned about us.”

you hum in response. “it’s really not fair… can i ask you a question?”

“fire away.”

“why do you come in here?” you start. “i mean— no shame, i work here, but you couldn’t have found a better brothel?”

“i dunno, i don’t really care for the better ones. plus, i’ve known babette forever, literally. she’s been around for so long, i enjoy supporting her and her workers.”

“yeah, that checks out.” you sigh, babette really is a sweetheart, she might be the only good thing left about the undercity. “but isn’t it hard not to fall in love with them? how do you do it?”

she pauses for a moment, calculating her answer in her mind first. “i love them and everything they do for me, but i’m not really, into them like that.”

“oh, i’m sorry for assumi—”

“no, i do like girls,” she assures you. “just not them. i like my ladies with a little bit more meat on their bones.” she says with a wolfish grin, eyeing your body up and down.

“oh, you stop it!!” you grin back at her, a warm, tingly feeling flushing over your body.

“i didn’t call you a hot bartender for nothing, but i don’t date for looks, anyways. actually, i don’t really date in general, but maybe i just haven’t found the one.” she says, putting a suggestive emphasis on the one. she slides her empty glass toward you and rises from her stool. you’re sad to see her go so early, especially when she just started flirting with you, but oh well. you can’t force her to stay.

“i better head out, silco’s got me going up to topside tomorrow morning for god knows what. thanks for the chat.” she announces, sliding a few coins your way.

“good luck with that.” you smile. “and if you ever need a drink, you know where to find me.”

she chuckles at you as she shoves the door open, and you see something in her smile that you’ve never seen before. a small gap in between her two front teeth, the cutest little addition to her scary, stoical face. as soon as she’s out of the door, you sit on the ground behind the bar and hold your head in your hands again. jesus christ, was that the love of your life flirting with you? if only she knew how much you liked her.

the idea of calling the girls and telling them what just happened tempts you, but they don’t know that you’re head over heels for her. and what if they are? what if one, or even all three of them see her as more than a customer? you don’t wanna make things weird, so you stand up and head to babette’s office to bid her farewell for the night.

her office is small and dimly lit, but cozy. she smiles at you warmly as you step inside, quickly thanking you for your time earlier, and wishing you a good night. all of your dread seems to float away from your body as you walk home, the bitter frost of the night doesn’t sting your fingertips, but instead the butterflies in your stomach warm them.

if you thought your sleep last night wasn’t restful, tonight is so much worse. not that you mind, though, because the thing keeping you up is sevika’s deep voice repeating things like i didn’t call you a hot bartender for nothing. and you could keep me waiting til the end of time. you can’t help but giggle into your pillow like a lovesick fool, and when the time rolls around again, you can’t wait to go to work. which is something you never thought you’d feel.

you spend your trek to work enjoying the afternoon sun and the birds that chirp into the atmosphere. the girls are all feeling better today— which is a little strange considering it’s only been 24 hours of them being sick— but you don’t question the kinds of drugs they take. they love their job and you love them, so why complain?

a few stragglers hang around your bar as the afternoon turns to evening, and you get a few extra coins from a couple who tips very generously. but your eyes are fixated on the clock, counting down the hours until evening turns to late night, when you get to see sevika. you wish you could ask about her, get to know her more, but who would you ask? you don’t know if she has friends, although she works for silco and practically babysits jinx, but there’s no way in hell you’d ask them, in the rare case you ever come across them.

so you have to settle for her seeking you out behind the bar, which you pray time and time again will happen again. and it does, somewhat, because when she walks in the door tonight, she nods at you with a flick of her head and winks.

sevika winks at you.

the marble countertop of the bar catches you as you almost fall forward. god, i want her to do that again, you think. you sit up on your stool, squeezing your thighs together and widening your eyes in an attempt to be able to see straight. your sisters snatch her away again, but fuck, she looked at you.

for the first time since she started coming in, you don’t feel jealous. you feel hopeful. sevika knows you now, and she likes you, even if she’s not obsessed with you in the same way you are with her. the back of your hand muffles your smile, you can’t wait until her 60 minutes are up and you get to see her again, and you really hope she winks at you again. or does something even better, like blows you a kiss, or gets down on one knee with a ring, or recites you a personal love poem.

but the gods are on your side tonight, because the four of them saunter out of their suite about half an hour early and come to surround your bar. they all have this awkward expression on their faces, one that says they’re guilty and they need your help keeping a secret. you push it aside though, because they probably just think it’s weird that you’re seeing them in such a vulnerable state. you don’t think it’s weird though. you work at a brothel, for fucks sake, and you’ve seen some pretty crazy things, and it’s not like you’re a virgin, although you admittedly don’t have much experience.

“glad to see you all are feeling better,” you greet. “and sevika, welcome back.”

she smiles, her mech arm rattling slightly. the girls all exchange a look at each other, “yeah, thanks.” crystal says, reaching up on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around your neck in a hug. monica nudges ivy as she giggles, and sevika grins into her lap, human fingers fiddling with her metal fingers.

“oh fuck, don’t tell me you guys are in trouble again.”

“no, nothing like that.” crystal assures you.

“then what’s with the looks? you guys all look guilty as hell.”

“we’re just glad to see you again, that’s all.” monica smiles, one of her perfect, dark curls falling into her face gracefully.

you cringe, painfully aware that none of their stories are adding up. “so… can i get you anything?” you ask.

“well, uh—”

“not for us—”

“maybe lat—” they all say simultaneously. sevika is silent, giggling as quietly as she can into her lap, and completely avoiding eye contact with you. she looks up and raises her eyebrows at them, a silent signal for them to… do something.

“i think we’re gonna go now, but you two have fun!” crystal says, and they all run back down the hallway, giggling and tripping over one another in their heels as they do.

“what on earth is up with them?” you ask sevika.

“it’s nothing,” she says with a laugh. “or… maybe it’s something? i’m not too sure either.”

you slide her a glass of whiskey, just like you had last night. “this one’s on the house.”

“will you at least let me tip you?”

“well, i’m not saying no.” you grin, and she smiles at you again, and you hope that image of her is burned into your memory forever. she’s beautiful, it’s not hard to recognize that, but it’s a different feeling when you get to admire her up close. like a painting, you see images and replicas of them everywhere, but seeing them with your own eyes is always breathtaking. you can see every brushstroke, every small detail you hadn’t before, and it really comes to life.

“how long have you worked here?” she asks, derailing your train of thought.

“only a few months, but i’ve been bartending for longer.”

“you do an amazing job.” she compliments, flashing one of those grins at you again.

“oh please, you practically live at the last drop, and i poured that whiskey straight out of the bottle.”

she shrugs and rolls her eyes, “shut up and take the compliment.”

you have no choice but to giggle, and if sevika wants you to shut up, you shut up.

“i meant what i said last night— about you being a hot bartender, even though you didn’t seem to believe me.”

“why should i believe you? i wasn’t aware that you knew i existed until last night.” you retort.

“wish it were the same way for me, all i’ve been hearing about is you for months.”

“not my fault you like them so much.”

“i do, but i like you too.”

“i still don’t offer any services, if that’s what you’re getting at.” you say, letting her down easy, although you’d gladly offer her your services, you just wanna play with her for a while.

“of course not.” she smiles. “not unless you change your mind.”

you almost choke on your own spit. your heart pounds in your chest, and you’re 100% sure she can hear it right now. you giggle and hide your face in your hands, trying to keep your mouth shut for a few seconds before you leap over the bar and jump her bones.

“is that what they put you up to? to come sit here and flirt with me?”

“well, i’m not saying no, either. but i’m being genuine.”

you giggle again and punch her flesh shoulder over the counter, praying it’s not painfully aware how strongly you’re blushing right now. “no way you’re sitting here telling me about how badly you wanna get in my pants, when you just kicked out your own prostitutes.”

she shrugs, the scars on the side of her face slightly scrunching up as she smiles. “i can’t help it,” she laughs. “you charm me too much.”

“sevika!” you almost shout, completely baffled and astounded at her flirting. your mouth hangs open as you think of what else you can say, but nothing comes to mind.

“it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, but i think you should at least know the effect you have on other people.”

you lean forward on the counter, holding your warm cheeks in your hands. “you should know the effect that you have on people.”

“i do, i’m very aware of it. especially from you.” she taunts leaning forward until your eyes are only inches away from hers. you peek up at her and almost faint, again, because her eyes are such a pretty, soft silver. and her lips are so pretty too, angular and smothered in a rich, deep brown lipstick. she notices you staring at her lips and smirks down at you. “can i kiss you?” she asks.

“i— wha—? yes. please.” you say, desperation and lust lingering in your voice. and her lips are on yours before you can even register it. suddenly all of the thoughts running through your mind, and there are a lot of them, cease to exist. because her lips are on yours, finally, and they’re so soft. she tastes spicy, almost, like tobacco and whiskey, but there’s a hint of something sweet, like honey or cinnamon.

she pulls away first, although you wish the two of you could be conjoined at the lips for the rest of time. “i wanna do that again.” you manage to choke out.

sevika chuckles at you, “not right now. not when you look like you’re about to faint, or die, even.”

“i’m sorry.” you whisper, holding your head in your hands.

“for what?” she asks, a twinge of concern in her voice.

“for making a fool of myself.” you laugh, hands covering your eyes as you refuse to look at her again, because maybe you will die.

“i can’t disagree with that,” she teases, and you can hear the smile in her voice. “but it’s no big deal.”

“sevika. get the fuck out of my bar before you kill me.” you threaten.

“alright.” she obliges, “but i’ll be seeing you tomorrow, whether you like it or not.”

“get! out!” you whisper shout, lifting your head up to meet her gaze for the last time tonight.

“leaving right now.” she laughs, turning on her heel to exit the building before you faint in her arms.

it takes you a few minutes to reorient yourself, but you take a few deep breaths and small sips of water before the girls come clambering out of their room again. you’re dreading the conversation that’s about to come, especially because you’re not sure if they’re up to something or not.

“sooooo…” ivy prompts. “how’d it go?”

“nothing happened. nothing important, at least.” you answer with a groan, starting to tidy up the lobby before you leave for the night.

“really?” monica frowns. “is that why you’re wearing some new lipstick?”

you sigh and roll your eyes, there’s no getting out of this tonight. “just tell us, please! we wanna know!” ivy begs.

“yeah, we won’t make fun of you too much.” crystal adds.

“okay, yeah, she flirted with me until i got dizzy, and then she kissed me to make it even worse.” you admit. “but i know you fuckers had something to do with it.”

“well, yeah. we had to give her the confidence to do so. she’s had a crush on your for like… forever.” monica grins.

“you guys are liars!” you laugh, exasperated. “stop fucking around with me, please.”

“we’re not fucking around with you, we’re being honest. and you should go home before you start freaking out.”

“i can’t go home yet, i need to finish closing.”

“we’ll do it, get the hell out of here!”

and how could you say no to that? so you leave, and you smile the whole way home as you replay that moment in your head. it was just like you imagined, minus all the parts where you embarrassed yourself. but it doesn’t even matter, the love of your life kissed you. on the lips. even better than her winking at you. better than you could’ve foreseen.

for once, you sleep soundly, your mind is at a perfect balance to do so. giddy enough to not be overcome with anxiety, but embarrassed enough to have some sort of weight in your gut, not letting the butterflies carry you away. you’re in such a deep sleep, that you’re not amused when the phone rings again. peeling the comforter off of you, you rise and yank the phone off of the wall, getting deja vu from only a few nights ago.

“hello?” you ask with a little bit of sass in your voice.

“we can’t come in again, we’re sick… again.” crystal says.

“all of you? but you were fine yesterday.”

“well, it got worse or something, i dunno, but you’re on your own today.”

you sigh, already dreading the fact that your shift is gonna drag on without them. oh well, at least sevika promised she’d be there. “okay…” you bark. “get well soon, call me if you need anything.”

“yeah, bye, good luck!” she almost squeals.

you trudge back to bed, willing yourself to get a few more hours of sleep, although it’s nearly noon and you should get up soon. you ignore the clock, shoving your face in your pillow in an attempt to block the sunlight out from your eyes. but now you can’t sleep, you’re thinking about how you and sevika are gonna be alone together again, but this time you’ll have to face yesterdays events.

when your alarm rings, you groan, and then take a second to scream into your pillow, praying your apartment neighbors don’t worry too much. you dress in your usual work uniform, black shirt, cargos, non-slip shoes. sevika must see something really special in me, you think, because there’s no way she’s choosing me over everyone else in this town.

for breakfast, you guzzle down half of a protein shake followed by two anxiety pills, and then you brush your teeth for an extra few minutes today, just in case. and maybe you accidentally sprayed more perfume than you usually do, but nobody needs to know that. you shove your shoes on, mentally preparing yourself for what could be one of the worst days of your life.

strangely, suspiciously, yet to your luck, none of ivy, crystal, or monica’s regulars come in to visit them. you start to suspect they did it on purpose, although it seems impossible. but if they did, those girls are crazy and you don’t deserve them. in fact, the brothel is empty nearly the whole day. as soon as the other girls clock out, nobody comes in at all. not until sevika shows up when she usually does, and she’s the first drink you pour all day.

“i missed you,” she sighs, heading straight for her usual barstool.

“i… missed you too. did they tell you they weren’t gonna be here tonight?” you ask.

“uhh— yeah, they did. but i wanted to spend my evening with you, anyways.”

“oh, well i’m flattered. but i didn’t know you kept in touch with them like that.”

“well…” she starts, looking to the side in an attempt to conjure up something to say. “never mind.”

you slide her a usual glass of whiskey, and she thanks you. “i never got to tip you last night.” she frowns.

“yeah, sorry, i kinda freaked out on you.”

“it’s okay, i’m sorry if i’m weirding you out or if we’re moving too fast or anything, but i did mean it. i meant what i said and i meant to kiss you, i wasn’t drunk or anything.”

“i meant it too, although i wouldn’t have overreacted if i could’ve helped it.” you giggle, suddenly completely aware of the fact that you’re flirting with her again. right now. and she kissed you. and now you have something together.

“i was thinking i could tip you tonight.” she smirks, eyeing you up and down again.

“oh, please. you know you get free drinks from now on.” you say, rolling your eyes at her kindness.

“i’m honored, although i was thinking about a different way to repay you.” she says, licking her lips as she slowly starts to walk toward you.

you’re frozen in place, your knees tremble as you realize what she means. her nose brushes yours as she finishes approaching you, and you can’t help but lurch forward to connect your lips to hers. she kisses you back with all of her might, and you almost slip and fall as she slides her tongue into your mouth. she tastes even better now. stronger and deeper and sweeter, and you start to crave it as soon as you taste it.

it isn’t long before you have her pinned against the countertop, shoving your tongue down her throat as she whimpers into your mouth. a loud crash echoes through the room, and you shiver as soon as you feel the whiskey splattering against your pants. “fuck,” you grunt. she whines when you pull away to assess the damage, but the glass isn’t shattered too much, and there’s only a small puddle under your feet.

“mmmh…” she whines when your mouths meet again. “let’s take this somewhere— mph!! somewhere else.”

and that’s how you find yourself stripping her naked with your teeth, the two of you sprawled out on a heart shaped bed. her shirts are always short and extremely revealing, but you still gasp and twitch when her abs are finally revealed to you. her v-line is thick and deep and it leads a perfect trail to her dripping hole, as if her thick, dark happy trail wasn’t enough.

“the rope.” she chokes out, and you don’t waste a single second, tying her hands together and then above her.

with her arms bound, you have more freedom to undress her without her squirming and getting in your way. as soon as her pants are off, you notice a dark, wet patch in the center of her boxers. “like what you see?” she teases. you gulp and nod, suddenly unable to form any words. “get the strap.” she demands. and who are you to say no to her?

you manage to buckle it up before everything really catches up to you. she’s smirking below you, watching as you pathetically ogle her thick shoulders, puffy, brown nipples, taut abs, and quivering, wet hole. “so? are you ready?” she prompts. as soon as she says the word, you can’t control yourself. you slide into her incredibly easily, slick dripping down her ass and making a puddle underneath her already.

your hips snap into hers, it’s messy and uncoordinated and you don’t really know what you’re doing, but sevika loves it. she’s on cloud nine, writhing and whimpering and squeezing her eyes shut as you pound into her. “mmm, sevika, is it good? am i doing good?” you ask.

“so good.” she assures you, panting. “so fucking good, gonna make me cum and we’ve just started.”

“fuck!” you gasp, and you’re squirming on top of her as your own orgasm hits you like a train. it came out of nowhere, but it’s the most intense one you’ve probably ever had. as if all of those times you’ve desperately rubbed your aching clit to the thought of her were for nothing.

“keep going.” she whines. “please, you’re doing s-so good for me, i’m so fucking close.”

something comes over you. something rough and dirty and animalistic. you yank the strap off, hardly bothering to unbuckle it beforehand. she whines again, wishing she still had your cock plugging her up, but she can’t complain when you sit your cunt on top of hers, your shared mixture of slick making an unholy wet smacking sound. never in a million years did you expect sevika’d be such a sacrificial angel, a dirty slut with needs.

her hard clit twitches when it meets yours, and she moans so loud you’re sure it can be heard outside of the building. at least nobody else is here, inside, or you two would get busted. “how long have you wanted to do this?” she asks.

“f-for such a long time.” you admit. “i’ve been needing it so badly, sevika.”

“how… how badly? hmm?”

“you don’t even know.” you whimper. “i would listen to you in here whenever i needed it the most. and sometimes i’d watch you leave half undressed and wish it was me who did that to you.” you slide herself against her as deeply as you can, and you’re practically humping her like a dog at this point. the pair of you only get more soaked until sevika’s clenching her legs around yours, locking you in place as she cums so hard she can’t see straight.

as soon as she comes down from her orgasm, she says something quick and muffled like “ididitonpurpose” but you don’t quite hear it.

“i did it on purpose to fuck with you.” she sighs, repeating herself more clearly now. “i’ve had my eye on you for such a long time, i thought you’d eventually pick up on it and make a move, but you never did. so i started fucking with you instead.”

“what?” you ask, completely appalled. “are you kidding?”

“no, most of the nights i’ve spent here has been me and the girls plotting on how to fuck with you the hardest. notice how none of their other customers are here? and how they mysteriously recovered from their illness for a day until catching it again?”

“wait, so is this a prank?” you ask, brain fuzzy from having sex with sevika but also from finally piecing things together.

“well, not this.” she says, gesturing with her head to your mutually nude bodies tangled together. “but they helped me plan the evening, yes.”

“you… fucker!” you shout, a light giggle following after. “am i really that blind?”

“i guess so.” she shrugs. “now, are you gonna untie me so i can show you what my arm can do, or are you gonna sit there with your jaw open like that.”

you smack her shoulder playfully, ducking down and settling yourself on her lap for a final makeout session before you have to give up your top duties for the night. not like you care, though, because her arm can do some pretty cool tricks, and she tips you well nearly every night from now on.

author’s note: tehe haiii i didn’t wanna add this at the beginning cause i always yap too much, so if you made it all this way THANK YOU FOR READING 🤭 i luv you guys so much and i love our little sevibear… apologies for teasing the hell out of this and taking forever to finish LMAOOO oops. anyways special shoutout to my 3 favorite mutuals (you know who you are) for giving me motivation to finish this, i love you guys the mostest mwah mwah mwah y’all are wayyyyy too nice to me and i appreciate you more than you know <333 comments and reblogs are very appreciated!!!! lmk what you thought!!!!!! thanksssss 🫶