#it does make it harder to make the slime look like slime

[codgod-moved]

i think my problem with designing charlie’s character is i cannot decide if i want him to be made of slime or be just some guy. maybe both, somehow? i think in the past i’ve gone with the full slime approach but that includes a visible skeleton and like do i wanna draw skulls that much

[lord-tekron]

I don’t understand stimboard posts and I never will

that’s it, send post

[yestrnight]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ POCKET SLIME ! 

FROM: kaveh, alhaitham / gn! slime! reader

SUBJECT: you used to be a docile, little thing. a blob of extraordinary cuteness that just follows them around wherever they go. but how in the world did the pet slime they took in turn to be some sort of cum-hungry demon?

( this shit reads like a doujinshi, so don’t even bother using braincells; feels like im committing some sort of crime against the cute widdle slimes of genshin; unhygienic slime usage; reader has a diçk AND a pússy, reader also has a humanoid form don't worry; best of both worlds; urethra play (kaveh); dubcon; nipple play (alhaitham), throat fucking (haitham); they’re ALL on their receiving end; ahégao; )

✧.*  KAVEH 

KAVEH who takes you in while you were plopping sadly around in the rain, sad little rumbles and bleps from your jelly body. he’s not so heartless that he’d kill some poor slime who doesn’t even have any interest in attacking him, only nudging its pudgy body against his shoes and looking pleadingly at him.

he likes to watch you eat the treats he brings home. it’s a stress reliever to see you munch on some sumeru roses he brought home, and he pats your blob figure fondly while you squeal in delight at his treats. you’re not a very picky eater, he finds out, but you’re more delighted whenever he feeds you something with elemental energy. once he learns of this, he brings home more and more elemental energy stuff, just to be on the receiving end of your cute lil snuggies.

KAVEH who lets you sit on his head whenever he’s working on his projects. while he sketches and measures, your cool jiggly body feels so comforting on his hair. sometimes he even falls asleep with you on him, and you slowly make your way to his cheek so you can protect him from the hard wood of his desk.

he genuinely brought you in because he thought you were cute, nothing more than that. he’s gotten fonder of you ever since the days pass by, and you thought of him the same. however…

KAVEH who wakes up to something warm and gooey sucking on him down there. as he squirms under the blankets, tiny little moans and whines escape his pretty little lips. the pink blush on his cheeks seems to brighten when he slowly opens his bleary eyes and sees his adorable slime sucking on the tip of his pretty cock. imagine the shock of seeing the pet he was so fond of doing nasty things to him!

“nnh–! [y-your name]! what are you– ahh ♡!” he tries his best to cover up and pull you away, but with no such luck. in fact, you suck even harder, the wet noises of his cum and your squishy body echoing throughout the room. you suck even harder, and the pleasure makes kaveh’s body jilt and shake every rhythm and pulse.

“angh… t- too much…!” he sobs and pushes you away, but his hands only sink into the slime. it’s only around this time he suddenly realizes the slow expansion of your blob body, slowly morphing into something familiar… something humanoid… something… cuter.

your wobbly smile looks so innocent even as you tongue the veins across his dick, and it sends blood to his head until he feels like he’ll pass out from a nosebleed. you gurgle something that sounds faintly like ‘master’ and ‘kaveh’... and gods does that make his dick hard.

“a s-slime turning into a human?” he gasps, sitting himself. “i must be going– ngH! c-crazyYY ♡ stop! s-stop!” using the dexterity and fluidity of a slime, your tongue compresses into something thinner. you ooze your way in into his urethra, the slimy thing bumping against the edges and leaves his toes curling and fingers gripping the sheets.

“ughk, mmh~!” he throws his head back, dick humping into your slimy mouth. “m-more ♡ k-keep going~! agh, ah, ah~!” your delighted gurgle sounds faint in his ringing ears, but he still manages to smile fondly. “g- good slime ♡ s-sucking on your master’s dick so h-ha-hARD! fuck!” he hisses when your tongue presses against his prostate. he pats your hair with one shaky hand and you nuzzle into it. “so ♡ cute ♡ you got even cuter ♡”

“‘m gonna blow! [your name]! ggh [your name]!” he whines and desperately grasps on the hair-like jelly. “s-slow down~♡! gh, nwah!” he wants to attribute your lack of understanding to your inability of comprehending human languages, but he swears he sees the shadow of a devilish smirk on your cute face before you griiiind your tongue right against his prostate.

as his climax hits him, KAVEH’s eyes roll and his back arches into the air as he shoots his seed into your mouth. the tears blur his vision, but he can see his white seed spurt into the jelly. satisfied with your meal, you finally pull out your tongue– getting some pretty screams from your master at the added simulation– and his body falls limp. you smile and giggle at him, kissing away the tears from his eyes, and slumping your cool body against him. 

“th– thanks, [your name],” he smiles at you, kissing you briefly before sleep takes him away again. “do that for me again, ‘kay?”

✧.*  AL-HAITHAM

HAITHAM who is skeptical of the slime his fool of a roommate brought home. he raised an eyebrow when kaveh came home wet with a pudgy slime in his hands. “you know that can dissolve you, right?” he points out, ever the smartass. 

kaveh snaps back. “of course i know, idiot. but look at them! don’t you feel bad for them?” he raises you high and you give a warbly greeting, but alhaitham is far from impressed. his dramatic roommate rolls his eyes at him and kaveh carefully tucks you away. “let’s go, [your name]! this callous idiot isn’t worth your time!”

HAITHAM who didn’t pay you much attention, only ever seeing you while you drape off kaveh’s head when he enters for breakfast. you were well-behaved for a slime, anyway, so he shouldn’t concern himself much with you. but his interest is piqued when one day he hears devilish noises from kaveh’s room, sounds of slurping and sucking while kaveh whines pathetically muffled behind the door. clearly, it’s not kaveh doing the sucking and slurping, but…

HAITHAM who sees you again the next day at breakfast, draping off kaveh’s head as usual. he greets kaveh with his usual coolness, but kaveh, for lack of a proper word, looks completely fucked out. his legs shake as he pulls his chair, and when their hands touch while reaching for the food, he pulls back with a lip-bitten yelp. all the while, you garble incomprehensibly on him.

yeah, no. his roommate is definitely fucking his pet slime. haitham’s not chatty, but he’s got a million words for how fucked up the entire situation is. once kaveh is out of the house, he corners poor little you and stares down into your vacant little slime eyes. he won’t admit that he actually cares for his… once friend, so getting rid of the thing that has tempted him into immoral acts will be the best next thing.

“mm- mmgh?!” haitham doesn’t know how he ended up like this, gagged and bound by your slimy tendrils. while he tries to break free, he stares in astonishment as the blob slowly expands. the torso starts first, before extending into limbs, until the head takes shape and a very, very pretty smile is smiling innocently into haitham’s face. 

“☆♡♡?” your gurgles continue to be incomprehensible, despite the humanoid form. slowly, your cool hand caresses his face, holding his chin while your tendrils lift him ever so slightly up the ground. you kiss him, like how a lover would, the slightest bit of tongue swiping over his lips, but then you pull away— and he catches the devilish smirk before you lean in again and start fucking his mouth.

he thrashes in your slimy hold, slipping away only for the slime to thicken and tighten their hold on him. he glares at you with look of indignation as he tries his best to keep his mouth shut, only for you to slip your tongue between his lips and curl around his tongue. he shakes as you bring him closer to you so you can properly fuck him in his throat. you curiously watch as he gags and splutters on the length of the tendril, his glare never ceasing even though he looks like a proper slut with that dark red blush on him.

replacing your pseudo tongue for another tendril, you pull away from his face and eye his thin shirt. your curious hands roam over the expanse of his chest, and you delight in the softness of his pecs. feeling a bit too eager to get your hands under his shirt, you dissolve the cloth away and quickly reach up to rub his two pretty nipples. you roll them around in your fingers, giving each one a tight squeeze before going back to massaging them. 

HAITHAM, behind the slime gagging him, yelps when you lean in and bite one. you run a tongue over his wide areolas, studying his expressions to make sure you’re pleasing your master’s best friend properly. his glare is more subdued, the wriggling has lessened, and there’s an… anticipation in his eyes as he stares down at you. you’re more than delighted at the progress. this means he likes you, right? you always felt a little sad when haitham would glare at you, but now you can feel getting closer to him! best friends, even, just like him and your master!

and like every best friend does, you should make him feel happy too! lowering one gloopy hand down to his pants, you waste no time melting away his pants and underwear and morphing your hand into something akin to a suction cup. little tentacles line the inside of the cup, and a muffled groan from haitham convinces you to finally ungag him. he gasps for breath, staring at you with wide eyes and a fucked out look. “what… what are you waiting for?” haitham grits his teeth, trying to hide the desperation he’s feeling when you’re so, so close to finally giving him the relief he wants. “put that on me. now.” a pause when you don’t do anything, and the last left of his dignity leave him as he gives you a pleading look and buck his hips up. “please.”

you know from experience that that one syllable is the go ahead, and with enthusiasm and vigor, you put the cup on him and start sucking. “mmm! ngh, ah, too much! ah!” you think his moans are pretty. huskier and deeper than your master’s soft and light whines, and that only makes you sucke even harder. the stimulation forces him to bend his back as he dangles in mid-air, forcing his fat cock deeper into your suction-hand. the dizziness of the upside down world makes the blood rush to his head, and he feels his eyes rolling to the back of his head when you tickle the throbbing vein running the downside of his cock.

“ah, sh-shit, you’re taking me all in ♡” sweat makes his skin glisten, highlighting even more his soft pecs and his abs. tendrils reach out from your back as they glide themselves around his waist and guide him back up. he’s positively shivering as you continue pounding his cock in and out of your hand, and his tongue is shivering when you pull him in for another kiss.

somewhere in the back of his mind, haitham swears he’ll make a research paper on you– on how intoxicating and aphrodisiacal you can be.

✧.* IT’S A THREESOME!

KAVEH bounces himself on your dick, your squishy body serving as his cushion as he lets his limp body get absolutely wrecked by a thick and veiny cock you fashioned from your ever-morphing body. his pretty dick slaps HAITHAM’s muscled torso as the younger one slaps his heavy balls against the pussy just underneath your balls. 

your slime encases the both of them flicking haitham’s nubs up and down and fucking kaveh’s urethra open, just the way they like it. it should be humiliating, the two roommates who could barely stand each other now open and so vulnerable to each other. but kaveh’s face is contorted in a lewd expression, eyes crossed and tongue hanging out of his mouth as he gets his ass destroyed, and haitham can’t find the energy to even insult him.

well, maybe a little bit. “you– ngh! – you really brought a beast into my home, huh?” he pants out, grabbing kaveh’s waist for stability as he thrusts his dick into you like a beast in rut. “you really couldn’t resist the chance to get yourself fucked silly, huh, my dear senior?”

kaveh whines when he feels haitham going even faster on you, and he tries to cover his face with his arm. “sh– shut up, okay?! i– a-ah ♡ i didn’t knooow! i thought they were a c-cute l-little thing ♡ but now they’re–” a sob escapes him as you abuse his prostate. “they’re just bullying me e-everydayyy ♡”

haitham locks eyes with you, innocent and vacant, not a single thought behind them. but it’s hard to see you as anything but innocent when you’re offering up both your cock and pussy to your two masters.

“you’re one crafty thing,” haitham bites out. but all you offer to him is a happy little noise when you think that you’ve made your two masters happy and fulfilled. just like how that man taught you to.

[kiskisur]

Hello again! How are you faring? I would like to request some smut with Alhaitham/Neuvillette with a ftm! male reader who is a really famous defense attorney/prosecutor from Fontaine ( ´∀｀)

Pretty boy

warnings: NSFW, sub!ftm!reader x dom!neuvilette, reader has a pussy, praising, basically neuvilette worshipping your body because yes, breeding kink sure

note: been dying to literally write this while playing with a friend ily omg but I'm good ~ thank you for asking!! <3

edited note: I don't know how to describe a pussy so I apologize for any mistakes!

IMPORTANT <- must read.

IMPORTANT 2.

you were a famous attorney in the whole fontaine, fighting for criminals and defending them but who knew you would be in this situation?

"ngg.. g-good boy." he purred seductively in your ear, kneading on your ass to help you relax.

you were a mess under him, too dizzy and fucked out to even think straight, you were gorgeous in his eyes.

"archons, you look absolutely stunning.. ah-" he shuddered, feeling your walls tighten around him at the praise as he laughed softly.

"does the pretty boy like being praised? receiving his treat?" he cooed, kissing your forehead as he thrusted so much deeper now.

he wanted to ravish you, seeing you dumb all over his cock turned him on so much he would snap any second now.

but remembering how you were oh so stressed from earlier after defending a horrible criminal had him focused on pleasing you

"n-neuvilette! I'm gonnA- mmf cum..! pleasepleaseplease let me cum!" you were practically crying at the tight knot forming in your stomach, your walls clenching around him.

his hand reached down to play and rub your clit, earning a whine and cry from you as you arched your back at the sudden sensation.

"that's it, good boy shh.. cum for me." he was praising and worshipping your body by now, leaving any place untouched and not kissed.

"s-so tight around me- I-I might as well just fill you up with my cum, yeah? you want me to cum inside you and fill you up with my k-kids?" he spoke such lewd words to you, making you squirm and nod eagerly before wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him closer.

you enjoyed how deep he was, through out all your relationships not once anyone dared to even go deeper into you, causing your needs to grow every second.

he growled, his thrusts increasing and going rougher as he panted heavily and bit your neck.

your eyes rolled back at the overwhelming pleasure hitting you like waves. your vision blurring white when finally you came, whining and moaning his name.

his gaze darkened as he listened to his name slipping out of your lips, roughly thrusting into you deeper and harder now as he chased his own release, the overstimulation caused you to cry out and scratch his back like a cat.

"t-toO much! neuvilette plEa-" you were cut off by him kissing you, slipping his tongue in as he danced with yours as well, swallowing your cries and moans.

when he pulled away something warm spilled inside you, a groan filling the air as he shuddered and came inside you.

"sh- g-good boy, pretty boy nnghh.." he closed his eyes, trying to process everything as he raised his head to admire your gorgeous form, full of love bites, a slight bruise on your waist and your hair sticking to your forehead from sweating.

you were gorgeous in his eyes, you could've sworn you saw heart shapes in his pupils, laughing softly as you leaned closer and kissed his cheek.

"I have a trial tomorrow, you're dead if my walks turn wobbly like a slime." you glare at him, causing him to pout and slip out of you.

"aww, why not? It'll be cute would it not?" he teased, carrying you bridal style to the bathroom.

"NEUVILETTE!!! (NAME)!!!!" neuvilette froze when you heard a scream right outside his door, fuck, focalors is gonna kill you now you better pray to the archons at this point.

[zhongrin]

To the kinich post

why can we kill baby monsters and not cats. Or dogs. Can we kill the foxes on Inazuma? The seals yes.

Hoyo is weirdly specific with that is a monsterlife lesser then a stereotype pet?

Or do cats symbolise something else in the game because of Venti being allergic?? (He is a fucking WHISP not even human he is just copying an appearence how the fuck does he have an allergy??? HE CONTROLS THE WIND HOW THE FUCK DOES THIS EVEN-)

We are the monsters here.

Have u seen the hilichurl just chilling around. The slimes playing? The evolved hilichurl watching the world? They use instruments. Slimes to fly. They know how to use instruments. Pyro slimes for explosion. Dendro to create shields (how the fuck i want that too) anemo to transport and fly.

They have a fucking language. Most are former people. We are just to ignorant and fearful to realize we've been killing sentient people who laugh and have fun and have their own traditions and-

*falls over and gets carried away by an exasperated husband* "...I know I shouldn't have given you a sight to the over darkness."

ok nvm i lied i didn't (can't) sleep bc of all the noises outside (yay /s) so here goesー

hskdjskdj no idea i mean game-design wise it makes sense sure, but lore wise??? idk why we're attacking these natlan ppl and their saurians, they look normal and are mostly just chilling in nature... why are we beating them up? lore wise? i don't think there's an explanation for it?? maybe they 'got too excited' like what the daily quests says and we're just calming them down?? lmao

and again if we approach it lore wise, it doesn't make sense for the traveler to continue killing the hilichurls either?? at this point they know what the hilichurls are. so yeah, it's all for the sake of gameplay orz

........

hnmmm. here's an idea...

cw. not proofread, word vomit, violence/light gore

you get isekai'd into teyvat. you're worshipped as the creator and all that pizzazz; we all know how it goes so i'm not going to explain further.

now imagine, one day you decide to stroll through the lands, accompanied by a few select people; perhaps the 'main team' you always use for exploration in-game. a few ways away, you see a camp of hilichurls. obviously you know what they actually are, and you got curious if you could do something for them, right? i mean, being the creator, an all powerful entity, you might even be able to reverse their curse? who knows? better try it out!

so you step closer to try and communicate with them.

but to your utter surprise, instead of doing so, you find your body moving on its own, hand raised to grab the nearest character's weapon, before swinging with the full intention to kill.

thud.

the blade decapitates the poor creature's head.

as it rolls on the ground and you stare at the gruesome sight in both horror and denial, bile rising from the back of your throat, your acolytes follow your example and proceeds to eradicate the entire camp.

your will is their command, after all.

you can't even scream. you can't find your voice. nit because of fear or sadness or frustrationー you just can't.

once they finish, they return to you, expecting praise and adoration, only to be greeted by tears and muffled sobs. they don't understand why you were crying; even before your descent to teyvat, haven't you been commanding them to do the same thing, countless times? they try to offer you the remnants of the hilichurls' bloodied masks and divine scrolls ー you've always liked receiving those! why are you crying harder? what did they do wrong?

you look like you were trying to say something, but they find the words leaving your mouth is of a language they have never heard before.

you thought you could find a home in the world you loved so much.

but you just feel..... lost.

[spoiler/explanation below]

eventually, you realize you were no 'creator' of this world at all.

you were just a string marionette of celestia's.

'the creator' had always been an illusion; an existence They created to pull the blanket over everyone's eyes. your existence's sole purpose is to control the archons, the dragon sovereigns, and the people of teyvat. like an ignorant shepherd leading the sheeps straight to the maw of the wolves.

you weren't some all knowing creator.

you weren't even a monster.

you were never yourself at all.

[george-weasleys-girl]

Hello lovely I don't know if you might like this idea but I was wondering if you could do story where the reader is from a Slytherin and George's friends tell him he can't make the girl fall in love with him, so he does it and she does false for him and he also falls for her and then she finds out that it was all a bet, and I don't know you can give it the end you want I just have that idea in my mind from a long time and I think you are the only one that can make it truth , also if you can make it Smutty that will be great. Anyway if you don't do it it's okay I just thought I could ask you and well thank you and I love your writing and I also love your George stories.🥰

The Serpent and the Lion

George Weasley x Fem Slytherin!reader

Chapter 1

Warnings: none, yet. Hint at angst. Smut, eventually.

~•~

George had never expected things to get serious. At most, it'd be a quick fling. If it even got that far. He never actually believed that a Slytherin would fall for a Gryffindor. And yet, she did.

And he fell for her.

Hard.

Harder than he'd ever fallen for anyone in his life.

And now it all lay in ruins because his stupid twin brother couldn't keep his big mouth shut.

"I can't believe you actually fell in love with her," Fred stared at his twin.

"Well, I did!" George clapped back. "And now, thanks to you, her heart is broken! And so is mine..." The last bit came out as barely a whisper, but Fred heard it anyway.

"Look mate, I - I'm sorry. I never thought that little crush of yours - " he reached out to pat George's shoulder, but his twin shrugged him off.

"Leave me alone," he mumbled and rose to grab his coat.

"Where are you going?" Fred stepped in front of him.

"I don't know. Somewhere I can think. Somewhere I can maybe figure out how to win Y/N back." He pushed around Fred. "Somewhere away from you."

~•~

3 months earlier

"I'm not fifteen years old anymore," George rolled his eyes.

"No, but you did have a crush on her when you were fifteen," Fred countered. "Now's your chance."

"I did not have a crush on her."

"Oh really?" Fred teased. "Is that why you were sneaking peeks at her every five seconds?"

"I was not sneaking... Look, I'll admit she's pretty... was pretty," George huffed. "But that didn't mean I wanted to go out with her. She's a Slytherin. Opposite of Gryffindor. Enemy of Gryffindor. In case you've forgotten."

Fred raised his hands in a conciliatory gesture. "Hey, if you think you've lost your touch..."

"Yeah, you are a little out of practice these days," Lee grinned. "When was the last time you went out on a date? Three months?"

"Or is it six months?" Fred smirked.

"Oh shove off, the both of you," George muttered and headed for the door. "I'm going for a walk."

"Uh huh. A walk, you say," Lee teased.

"Hey! Don't forget to say hello to our new neighbor for me," Fred yelled as his twin stomped away.

~•~

'How did they remember that stupid little crush?' George wondered, slamming the door behind him.

Hell, how did they even notice? He'd never said anything. To anyone. Not even Fred.

George sighed, raking his fingers through his hair. He should've known. Of course, Fred had noticed.

And remembered.

And now that Y/N had opened up an apothecary next door to the joke shop, Fred dove in for the kill. Because that's what Fred did.

~•~

George wandered around the new apothecary in awe. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn't this. Gone were the barrels of oozing slime. Gone was the smell of bad eggs and rotted cabbages. Instead, the once horrid miasma was replaced with the scent of mint and fresh flowers. Everything sparkled and gleamed as if it were brand new.

"Hi," said a soft voice behind him. "Can I help you find something?"

"Oh, um, hi," George fumbled. "I was, uh, just taking a look around. New shop and all," he turned in a slow circle. "It's loads different than the last apothecary. Brighter. Cleaner. Not a dungheap."

"Oh good," she nodded, the corners of her lips quirking up. "Not a dungheap was the exact aesthetic I was going for."

"Wait, I didn't mean ‐ " George whirled around to face her, his ears burning red hot. "I just meant that you've worked wonders. I can see my reflection in the chair cushions."

Y/N burst out laughing, sending an uncertain smile, along with a new wave of heat across his face. "You can see your reflection in the chair cushions? I'll take that as a compliment. Especially coming from the illustrious George Weasley."

George's jaw dropped. "You know who I am?"

"Of course I know who you are," she grinned. "Doesn't every ‐ "

" 'Scuse me miss," an elderly gentleman interrupted, tapping Y/N on the shoulder. "Could you tell me where to find the Horklump juice?"

"Of course, sir. Right this way," she said, then turned back to George. "If you need help with anything, just let me know."

The redhead watched Y/N as she disappeared around the corner, his mind tumbling back to his school days when a person was defined by their House, and the very idea of a Gryffindor dating a Slytherin was downright sacrilege.

Now, it didn't matter. Well, not as much. Things were changing. Albeit slowly. Yet, they were changing.

But more to the point...

She knew who he was.

George.

Not one of the Weasley twins.

Not Gred or Forge.

George.

She knew him.

~•~

"You're still here!" Y/N smiled, looking genuinely surprised. "I would've thought you'd be long gone by now."

Normally, he would have, being nearly an hour before she made her way back over to him. But she changed all that the moment she called him by his name. He was hooked now. "Decided to do a little bit of shopping," he said with a non-chalant shrug. "I noticed you have a few rare items." He held up a large sachet of Winterweed.

"Ah, Winterweed," Y/N nodded. "One of my most popular and hard to keep in stock items. It's because their growing time is so long. It takes two years for them to reach full maturity," she explained. "Not to mention, to achieve full potency, they must be harvested in the three days surrounding the winter solstice."

"Huh," George looked thoughtful. "I knew about the first part, but not the second."

"Most people don't, and too many producers take advantage of that and sell sub-par products at premium prices," she shook her head and opened up the sachet, pulling out a small vine. "See this vein running through the middle?"

George nodded, peering down at the little herb.

"It should be a bright neon blue. If it's white or pale blue, it was picked too early. If it's purple, it was picked too late."

"Wow, thanks," George marveled, uncertain whether he was more mesmerized by the unrestrained passion in her voice or the bright sparkle dancing in her eyes when she talked about something she so obviously loved.

"Of course," she smiled. "Is there anything else I can help you with before I ring you up?"

"How 'bout dinner?" he blurted out.

"Dinner?" Y/N froze, her eyes staring unblinking into his for a few long moments. "Did you just ask me out?"

"Y-yeah," George stammered. "I did."

She scrutinized him for a few seconds longer. "Why?"

The younger twin was taken aback. "Why?"

"Yeah. Why do you want to go out with me?"

"Because you... um... because you knew me. You knew I'm George. Not Fred. That doesn't happen often. Actually, that really doesn't happen at all. Not on the first meeting anyway."

"Oh," Y/N blinked. "Well, ok, then." A shy smile crossed her face. "Dinner sounds great."

~•~

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[eldritch-spouse]

Piggybacking off that one anon:

What happens if we say to each of the TCE staff "you make me so dry"

This is said as Admin

"You make me so dry."

Morell is taken aback, and low-key a bit wounded, but he doesn't let it show too much. He's fucking desolate though. Huh, maybe you're not into shrooms. Doesn't matter, that can change eventually... With enough work.

Gallon snorts. He's a little bit cocky, in the sense that slimes are enjoyed by many people sexually due to their extreme flexibility and molding abilities. Even if you despise him on a personal level, he thinks you're full of shit because he knows he could make you cum your eyes out of your skull without that much effort.

Vinnel wheezes. Okay okay, that one's creative, applause where applause is due. He's quick to start hitting where it hurts however. He makes you dry because he doesn't control every aspect of your life and knead your little brains, right? It's not his fault you've been broken into extremely niche and freakish god-sex drives, go cry him a river over there.

Santi is genuinely fucking offended. But it's also a shit point. Were it not for Krulu's power within you, Santi could have you wet enough you'd slip in your own fucking slick like the slut you are, human. Watch that tongue, he can't hurt you but he will make your life harder if he deems it fair.

Grimbly is also vastly offended. Oh yeah?? Well you make him soft!!! You make him really soft, fuck you- *Sobbing*

Belo doesn't really get it at first. Dry? Are you dehydrated? How come he makes you get dehydrated, that isn't normal- Have you consulted Lord Krulu about this? When he realizes what you meant, he just sort of sulks quietly for a while.

Sybastian squints at you. Why do you feel the need to tell him this? You sound insecure about something. Does it make you feel big? Do you think he's going to throw a tantrum? He also knows it's surprisingly easy to get cute little humans like you wet and open, so if you insist he'll just give you a smug kind of "Oh yeah?" glance.

Patches just kind of goes "Yeah". He knows he doesn't exactly radiate virility. The interaction gives him a degradation boner and he sits in misery, wondering why he is the way that he is while he jerks off to the mental image of your disgusted face.

Nebul is very quick to get in your head about it. What an odd thing to say. Are you hoping he'll erupt into tears? Do you think he needs your validation to feel sexually sure of himself? This is the exact language a brat would throw at him. Really Admin, if you crave a rougher hand, all you had to do was get on your knees for the shopkeeper and ask for it. He thinks it's quite pathetic of your station to resort to petty remarks. Very amusing though.

Fank-e makes a sad face. He then starts flipping through a myriad of attachment catalogues and sharing various links with you. Select some of the components that you believe would make you wet! Then you can try those. <:] It's a bit weird you're saying that without even letting him play with you first, but the robot is willing to let you pick the best parts for the most effective results.

Krulu gives you a blazing look that suggests he could make your entire body catch fire in a millisecond if he so desired. Instead of deigning your blatant disrespect worthy of a reaction, he makes it so your body is forced to orgasm whenever you so much as glance his way, hear him, or think of him for long enough. This goes on until you beg for forgiveness.

[yearningaces]

Meet cute slime in dungeon? It’s after Valentine’s Day here but I know my time zone is usually ahead of lots of others.

Love your writing by the way 💕

I gotcha

Idk why but the slime came out far more flirty than anticipated... Do with this as you will

Adventuring is far harder work than anyone says. It's not just fighting monsters, it's learning the different body languages and mannerisms and then learning the customs of intelligent monsters so you can be civil if trying to avoid a battle and yet in some cases it's a boon more than it is a burden, mostly because-

"-Really though the first adventurer to come here without swinging their weapon around like some scared baby, and you're a cutie? Didn't I strike out with you~" what was once a blob of slime you'd helped out of the pond deep in this cavern, had enlarged in size, mimicking a humanoid form with many differences. A gelatinous texture made up the creature leaning against the cave wall, peering at you with a crooked grin a bit too wide for a human, but understandable for a slime monster.

"Well-" you cough slightly, trying to ignore the rising heat in your cheeks and ears. "You haven't done anything malicious, I don't see any reason to be aggressive without purpose."

This makes the slime hum, leaning closer, it's purple hue shimmering with the subtle cyan glow offering a rather pretty color across its surface. "Oh, how lucky I am indeed-" it moves across the cave floor, leaving a faint trail behind it, the substance similar to grease you'd see some crafters use for their tools. "And what horrible group of adventures decided to leave such a precious cutie like you all alone, hmm? I thought you'd run in packs?"

It's growing closer now, close enough to lean forward with a Cheshire grin, less than a foot away as it does so.

"u-um my group got separated in the storm, that's why I went to the cave here." You stumble over your words slightly at the blatant flirting of the slime in front of you, glowing eyes watching you with all the more amusement.

"oh, such a shame," it pouts sympathetically with no real sorrow to its tone as the smile quickly returns to its face. "Well, I make for very good company for cuties like you. Why don't I stick around so you're not left all alone by those mean adventures you travel with. Many dangers are in caves and caverns you know, I think it best I stick around just to be safe."

You nod your head silently as the cool and surprisingly solid texture of the slime reaches a fabricated hand out to grasp your own, its body tilted lower so it could look up to your eyes with your head being tilted down. "I'm so glad you agreed, sweetie~"

[islib]

I've slept, I've eaten, I've touched grass. My thoughts are a little more ordered. Let's do this:

On Railroading, Roleplay, the Social Contract and the QSMP

aka I Need To Get This Off My Chest Even Though I Want All Of Us To Move On As Quickly As Possible

So. Let's establish the narrative events as a baseline.

Since the first Purgatory event, Quesadilla Island has been plagued by visits of "Eye Workers/Eye Soldiers" - at first investigative, more recently aggressive ones.

(Side note - it appears that most characters have forgotten about this, but this is an ongoing war. As seen in Philza's [20.12.2023 - Hardcore Boi & QSMP - Xmas Event & a New threat?]:

Idk about you, this looks like a declaration of war to me. They don't care about retrieving Luffy at this point, they're just being destructive.)

This has lead to character actions. We have seen the rise of new safe rooms, fight metas, inventory prep. There's been serious parent-child talks about what to do when a fight breaks out. The characters have reacted to the threat accordingly - as a threat.

The fights have been getting harder. From the start, the Eye's minions were framed as dangerous, and perceived as such, but as time went on, they began to return with outrageously strong weapons, potion effects and health amounts that were essentially unbeatable, and unreasonable fight stamina. Still, thanks to the characters' preparations and the characters' relationships, no one lost a permanent life.

Yesterday (morning crew streams of 11.1.2023), Empanada lost a life.

The fight broke out in the Favela. The Eye Soldiers were using enchanted sticks, enchanted axes, potions, explosives and lassos. (In contrast to previous fights, which were generally only conducted with melee weapons.)

As soon as the players notice the attackers, they shout at the Eggs to get out of there. At first, the Eggs seem to ignore the shouts, wanting to help their parents. Understandable, if frustrating - both Empanada and Ramon have been on a "I need to protect everyone" kick lately, so it makes some sense.

It stops making sense very soon, though. Both the Eggs get downed multiple times, while their parents scream and plead with them to leave. Empanada gets lassoed by the workers, making her escape next to impossible - but we have proof that she got away at some point: you can see her teleporting away at 0:29:43-45 of Fit's stream and later we see her signs in Ramon's room at the bunker:

(slightly meta, forgive, it's still narratively relevant to have the proof)

The fight moves from the Favela to Spawn, Em returns to it, and dies (when she does, btw, there's no time between her getting downed and her dying. a fraction of a second at most.). The fight dies down with some curious events irrelevant to this post, scene ends.

Now that we've established narrative context, here's for a touch of the meta-narrative stuff.

The attacks haven't been ramping up linearly - they started very strong, and then alternated in strength with repeated attacks on a single day wildly varying in power levels. This attack was clearly the strongest yet - Fit's VOD shows some attacks doing minimum of 3 hearts of damage through a decent slime/diamond+high prot armor set.

The use of lassos is new - potentially a narrative show of how the Eye Soldiers are learning Player tactics? It's the main reason for why Em's death was mechanically possible.

There's been narrative in the past arcs of the server where egg death was the point of a fight encounter. It has always been possible to prevent the death in those scenarios.

There have been narrative fights that were unwinnable in the server past.

Ramon wasn't supposed to be on - his admin is sick (or otherwise indisposed and using sickness as a narrative reason for not playing) and had left a message that he wouldn't be on, only to later join anyway, likely due to the event needing Eggs to be present.

As far as I'm aware, this is the first time a player has hard-pulled themselves out of RP. (more on this in a bit)

All on the same page? Let's get to my criticism.

In roleplay, players and game facilitators enter a social contract. Very often it's an implicit one, just "don't be an idiot" and stuff, but sometimes it's more hard coded: what are the rules, what are the expectations, what are the lines we don't cross.

Now, as an audience of the QSMP, we don't know what the details of this contract are - only the players and the admins do. We can implicitly understand that parts of it contain expectations of activity on both player and admin sides, expectations of medium (i.e. Minecraft), expectations of who's participating, etc.

We've rarely seen anyone employ any sort of safety tools, although I expect at least some of the creators have some amongst themselves (think safewords mostly). The extreme safety tool that all of the streamers have access to is logging off, but I don't think we've seen that mid-encounter, ever.

Fit employed a softer safety tool yesterday, when he decided to stick with Ramon in the bunker. At 0:33:30, Fit notices footsteps outside the reinforced door. We don't get to figure out who it is, but he says: "Oh I hear you! If you're an admin, I'm fucking done. [...] We are not fucking moving." Now, some of you will argue this is in character - I disagree. It's semi-in character, simply thanks to the word "admin". Fit keeps some semblance of his roleplay, for any number of reasons, but addresses the admin, taking himself out of roleplay in order to declare he didn't wish to continue in the encounter.

The fact that he partially stays in character makes it easier for both him and the audience to rejoin the character later.

What's really important here is that the admin - whoever it was (I think at that point it may have been Em - backs off. Fit declares he's not playing, and the admin hears that and leaves. Even if it was Em, and whatever was going to happen wasn't going to be in the same tome as the fight encounter, they backed off. That is very good.

Now to the more narrative points.

These Eye Soldier attacks have been clear in their motives: hurt everyone on Quesadilla. Narratively, the characters responded appropriately, by gearing up and protecting the fragile Eggs.

How did the server lore respond? Well, it didn't.

The attacks continue on some invisible timeline, getting superpowered out of nowhere when the players preparations pay off, and the Eggs, despite their general agreements and character motivations, keep running head first into danger.

The only reason I'm not trying to push into a riot over Em's death is the lassos, because those make it mechanically difficult for her to stay away.

In conclusion, the main issue I have with yesterday is the consequences. If the only way to protect your child is to literally pull yourself out of the encounter - because clearly the narrative implication of yesterday is not only will the Eye Soldiers keep going until an Egg is dead, but also that Eggs will be coming back to fight unless they're actually restrained - then who's going to be playing in this arc? Why would anyone, when temporary victory only means more Soldiers with more power, and Eggs that are less likely to leave the fight?

If there was a clear narrative indication that these attacks can be stopped - a clue towards Luffy, or a conversation with the Federation on defences, or a clear sense of what can protect someone against the Eyes - I would be fine with what happened yesterday.

But there isn't. Nothing that's been done has had ANY effect on the events.

I've seen people going "well we've seen this coming" and to them I say: how does that make anything better? That just means there's been time to notice that the narrative line ignored player agency!

I've seen people going "well the players don't take anything seriously until an Egg dies" and to them I say: Morning Crew went out to look for Luffy literally yesterday, trying to move the story along. People have been building safe rooms and preparing fight supplies and player metas so they could defend themselves and their families, they've been taking this very seriously.

I've seen people going "even interactive stories have scripted beats" and to them I say: not at the expense of player agency, not in something as freeform as QSMP. This is not a Telltale game.

I don't think my criticisms are unreasonable - all I want is for the narrative to be actually interactive. To even a little bit allow for players to play, rather than act out someone's unwritten script.

That's what movies are for.

[calypsoarts]

Do you have any tips for people trying to start learning pixel art and animation?

I really love your work, it all looks so alive!

Hey thank you very much! And yes! I can give a few tips! Firstly, don't worry about making things absolutely perfect! Figure things out, mess around with colors, take it easy!

I'd say on top of the basic stuff, figure out and get used to keybinds and shortcuts on your program of choice. Aseprite (which is my go-to) has a lot of shortcuts and the ability to make more depending on preference.

From there, start out small, this'll help a lot in the start, since each pixel makes more of a difference when on a smaller canvas like 16x16 compared to something like 512x512. You should also take in as much info as you can, watch video tutorials, ask around, join communities, etc. (Cafe Dot Discord is a good place for that.)

If you have a preference on what you'd like to work on, like characters, items, weapons, etc. Start there. It's so much easier getting into things if you're starting with something you love. Colors aren't anything you need to specifically worry about right out the gate. One thing to get into a good habit of is using grayscale to work with the values, and then if your program of choice allows it, go over it with a color layer and the colors you want and see the magic happen!

Animation is a little more complex, but when you're ready for it, there's the principles of animation that I'd recommend looking into. Learning how the fundamentals work is necessary for things to go by smoother. I started out making an animation of a slime bouncing up and down, one of the earliest animations I made. Afterwards I went and started making waterfalls, that got me into the mindset of how to loop animations. Once you get the hang of it, animations (looping ones specifically) is just a lot of small parts moving at the same time, that little bit of movement to follow does a lot to a piece comparatively to a still image.

Overall, like I said in the beginning, don't worry about things, and it'll come with time. Expecting yourself to get something on the first try will only make things harder for yourself, you have to allow mistakes and messing up, experimentation and accidents are how a lot of people make things look as good as they do.

If all of this is a bit much, it's cause it is. Take it bit by bit and pretty soon you'll be impressing yourself so much you'll be shocked at the amount of improvement you've made.

(pssst, here's a playlist I made for starting pixel art, and its in order of complexity, so as you go down the list, your ability will improve)

Playlist

[endlessdreamworld]

Hey hey! Since your requests are open at the moment. What would any yandere genshin character's Interact with a Very clumsy Reader. Just imagine. The yandere watching the reader walk before tripping on their feet. Or maybe accidentally slipping onto leaves? That would be funny and I would definitely love to see their interaction!

Sorry to make you wait. I wanted to do a few shorter form responses, but this came out on accident. If you want more, please feel free to send in a request. Clumsy Reader X Diluc Ragnvindr

It started like any typical day in Mondstat. Markets were bustling, bards were performing, knights were patrolling, and the city was thriving. The sky was filled with a growing amount of storm clouds that were a welcome addition to a sweltering hot midsummer day.

For you though, this was a very irregular day with one unfortunate event chained after the other. A bag of flour went rogue in the bakery and you ended up completely covered in the stuff. Of course the bakery gave you bread as compensation for the situation – a lot of it. Ironically, this made everything much harder because the sheer amount of bread made the trip home cumbersome. Because of this delay and new handicap, by the time you were able to get your errands finished and your affairs in order it started pouring rain when you had just started the trip home. The flour that still coated your skin and clothes had turned to watered down sodden slime.

By the time you finally arrived at the front door of your home the compensation bread was ruined, and your clothes were heavy and cold with dripping rain. All you could think about was taking a nice hot bath and changing into dry clothes and climbing into your dry warm bed. You almost fainted though, when you reached into your pocket to retrieve your house key and found nothing. Your bones itched, your nose burned, the stress was transcendent. Honestly if you died at that moment you’d be fine with it, because you certainly wished you were dead.

You did your best to take a breath, though you were borderline crying at this point. The sun had set long ago, and it was pitch black. You had no idea where your keys could be, and worst of all, it was still fucking raining.. You dropped the bag and it landed with a wet heavy flop. You’d just have to deal with that in the morning.

You started retracing your steps back to the bakery. It’s incredibly likely you left them inside, which would be the worst possible scenario because you didn’t have enough money to stay at the inn. Then it finally dawned on you that there was no happy ending here, and you might need to find a place and just wai—

Air, vertigo. You fell.  

You’re not sure if you slipped on something, or if you misstepped outright, but what you did know is that you were in the elevated part of town, and you had a long way to go. Could it be? The death you wished for? You accepted this ironic, tragic fate with a sardonic smile.

And just like that…

A sharp tugging on your wrist. Something – no… someone grabbed your hand before you fell too far. You opened your eyes, and saw someone holding you up by the wrist, but between the rain and the ambient darkness, you couldn’t get a proper look at them.

“You know, you really need to be more careful.” You felt a firm tug and then you found yourself on solid ground. The stranger who had saved you stood before you. “What are you doing outside during a rainstorm in the middle of the night?”

You were about to answer, but your savior tugged on your wrist again. The figure led you to The Angel’s Share bar which, luckily, was nearby. Now you had the protection of the bar’s awning to shield you from the rain. The shadowy figure looks at you expectantly. “Right, so it all started when…” You took your time to explain the situation step by step as to how you got here.

“So you’re locked out of your own home, and have no money for an overnight stay at the inn. Does that sound right?”

You nod. The shadow figure put his hand to the bottom of his chin in thought. “Very well, I understand the situation completely now. And... I have a solution.”

You could scarcely believe what you were hearing. “It’s simple really,” You could hear the sound of light jingling ever so slightly through the heavy droning of the rain. The mysterious figure handed you something, a pouch filled with… mora. So much mora!! This is way more mora than you would need for the inn.

You look up at your shadowclad mystery knight slack jawed. “Think nothing of it.” He sounded flustered. “Now come along, the inn is this way.” The figure walked with you the entire way to the inn, and then a thought crossed your mind. ‘Did he think you were going to take the money and run off? 

No.

Absolutely not. Your mystery knight just wanted to be sure you made it safely to the inn considering you could have died if you took the fall intended for you earlier. Speaking of your knight… Was he one of the Knights of Favonius? He certainly wasn't dressed like one. You walked in comfortable silence, or as comfortable as it could be when you’re so cold you were in physical pain and your teeth were chattering as loudly as the falling rain.

You arrived at the inn. You turned to thank your mystery knight, but when you did you saw nothing, just empty darkness. He must have left silently when he saw you made it safely to the inn. It was frustrating, because you really did want to thank him, but you were unfortunately left unsatisfied in that department. The rest of the night was a blur that ended with your face planting into a lush feather bed.

You woke up the following day, miraculously not sick. though you weren't going to complain about that. You returned to the bakery which was in fact where you left your key and headed back home. FINALLY, you were home, but you saw something unexpected on your doorstep.

Where you expected to find a gloopy pile of paper and gluten was instead a basket with a replacement of all of the ruined goods that got trashed in last night’s storm. Your mind wandered back to your mystery knight, but it’s not like you were going to get an answer so you cut your losses and moved on.

And so it was yet another typical day in Mondstat. Markets were bustling, bards were performing, knights were patrolling, and the city was thriving. You had plenty to do today, but there was an extra pep in your step. The mora you received from your mysterious hero was going to be a tremendous boost to your quality of life.

Unfortunately, it seems like there was simply too much pep in your step since you missed your footing – again. And found yourself plummeting towards the lower part of town… again. Then you felt a sharp tugging on your wrist….. Again? A wave of deja vu washed over me.

“You know, you really need to be more careful.” Today was almost a mirror image of the previous day, but unlike yesterday, the view of the person holding you by the wrist was bright and clear. His head was backlit by the sun, looking fittingly, just like a shining halo.

 Holding you by your wrist was Diluc Ragnvindr of the Dawn Winery.

[ashgunnywolf]

Being a freak of nature is hard. Being the freak of nature spawn of two other freaks of nature is harder. Being the manifestation of the trauma of the two biggest fucking idiots on the planet is downright unbearable. Being stuck in a damned thermos for fucking YEARS? Torture.

It's only natural to want to burn all of existence to the ground. To make everyone else hurt exactly as much as he does. Who cares about the universe? No one who lives there ever loved him. Not all of him. Not the ugly parts.

And there's nothing left of him but ugly parts.

Danny, fool that he is, couldn't bear the vision of what he could become, so he quite literally bottled him up and ripped him out of reality and asked the undead god of time to pretty please keep this awful thing on your shelf where I don't have to look at it.

He couldn't even sleep in the thermos. Did time even pass outside the insulated metal walls of the thermos, in the halls of Clockwork's lair? It felt like eternity. Existing without sensation, drifting in limbo, unable to even move... Surely this was hell. What he deserved.

And when confronted with that wicked thermos again, all the oceans of anger and rage and hatred parted, and everyone could see what he really was.

Lonely. And scared.

He didn't want to be alone again.

He wasn't a version of Danny that was driven to madness. He was a Vlad who refused to accept that he was all alone, and he was a Danny who couldn't bear the reality of how alone he really was.

And more than that, he was that kindred energy drawn together into one being.

How dare others have families? How could anyone even think to feel things like joy and comfort when he was so alone? Didn't anyone CARE?!

And then this reality's Vlad gave him a body. He looked like Danny again. He was human again, something that can eat and sleep and shit.

When he was pulled from the stasis tank and given a towel to wipe the slime off his skin - he had SKIN again, real human skin with blood vessels and a pleasant pinkish hue instead of undead grey - Vlad called him Daniel.

"How do you feel, Daniel?"

He winced despite himself.

"What is it?"

"I... I don't know what to call myself," he admitted. "I AM Danny, but you know as well as I that half of me is you."

Vlad furrowed his brow. "I see." He sat in silence for a moment, then asked, "Would you like to choose a name? It doesn't have to be right now."

He shrugged. "I suppose."

Vlad placed a hand on his shoulder. "I can't imagine what you feel right now. You've been through so much..."

He wrapped his arms around himself, and it struck him how natural it felt to be so small again. "You know some of it. You lived it, to a point."

"Right." Vlad slouched, looking away. "Driven by what I thought was vengeance. But all along, I was just afraid of accepting the truth. That I was alone."

He interjected, "So was Danny. He was driven to cleaving himself in two because he couldn't bear the loneliness either."

He continued, "The two of you are more alike than you realize. Not only because you're both half-ghost. You're two of a kind. Why else would the worst parts of the two of you fuse so seamlessly... into this?" He gestured at himself. "Selfish, petty, vindictive... lonely..."

Vlad took the towel and ruffled it over his soaked hair. "I wanted Daniel to be my son. Not just to punish Jack. I truly wanted him by my side."

He chuckled. "I remember." He drummed his fingers on his knee, feeling the bones vibrate under his flesh from the gentle impact.

"If it's any consolation, he wanted you in his own way." He shrugged. "I can't speak to how he feels about you now, after everything that's happened..."

"That's alright."

"...but if I were to guess, I'd say part of him is still drawn to you."

Vlad raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

He was about to reply when his stomach gurgled. His eyebrows shot upward and he clutched his gut. "I'm... hungry."

A small smile crept onto Vlad's face. "So you are. What would you like to eat?"

He looked down at his feet and thought about it. "I don't know. What would you eat?"

"I was planning to have lobster with bechamel and a side of asparagus."

He nodded slowly. "That sounds good."

Vlad laughed. "Better than Daniel's usual diet of Nasty Burger, right?"

He snarled, baring his teeth - flat human teeth, not his fangs, so some of the bite was lost.

"Not a fan of Nasty Burger? Neither am I."

He glared at Vlad. "I do NOT want to talk about that."

Vlad held up his hands in surrender. "Fair enough."

Lunch... was nice. He hadn't realized how much he missed eating. Properly eating, not just tearing people's flesh with his teeth.

Vlad kept looking up at him from across the table and smiling. He tried hiding it from him, only doing it when he thought he wasn't looking, but it was obvious.

He didn't hold it against the man. He enjoyed the company, too. It was nice to not be alone anymore.

[skelavender]

prompt from @pookie-mulder. i got carried away and this is technically a ficlet instead of a drabble, so it's below the cut!

There’s a gang that is supposedly using a slime monster to terrorize a rival gang, Scully might have had a conversation with a vulture, and she had woken up wearing lipstick a couple shades darker than any she owns with no memory of how it had gotten there. 

Scully does not think today can get any weirder. 

(She’s wrong.)

She and Mulder are currently sitting on a park bench, bodies close as usual, observing a suspect who might have the object used to control the goopy entity. It is likely that he will use it tonight, given the pattern, and Scully is hoping for at least a sample of the slime to analyze. He’s glancing sideways at them from across the clearing. 

They probably should have thought to make this an undercover operation earlier, but instead Mulder has made himself known to pertinent parties who are now making their lives much harder. They were only in the city because of the slime monster, they didn’t give a shit about the gangs, but had stumbled upon them. Hence the badge-waving.

The suspect turns his head towards them again, squinting this time, as if trying to figure out why they look familiar. Mulder’s jacket is off and his shirtsleeves are rolled up to his elbows, thankfully giving him a slightly less fed-y look. Thankfully, he hasn’t yet met Scully, or else her hair would be a dead giveaway. The man steps towards them.

“Mulder.” Scully nods to the guy, then looks back up at her partner.

“Do you think he’s recognized me?”

Scully ponders, and her eyes land on his lips. “If he hasn’t, there’s one way to make sure he doesn’t.” She scootches into his side and lifts his arm to curl around her shoulders. He gets the message, and pulls her further into his side. They share a coupley smile. 

“Is he dissuaded yet, Scully?” Mulder asks, still with an adoring twinkle in his eye. 

Scully glaces. “Nope.”

“Any more bright ideas?”

Scully’s eyes drift down to his lips again. She reaches for the side of his face. “One.” She pulls him down to her, and they’re kissing. 

She tries not to gasp when Mulder’s lips brush across hers, but it’s difficult. She can;t tell if she succeeds or not, because she’s lost in him. 

When they finally break apart, Scully has found her legs draped across Mulder’s lap, and her arms around his neck like she’s holding him there, like she never wants to let him go. Maybe she doesn’t. 

“Did it work?” She asks, lips still lightly brushing his.

“I think so. Good thinking.”

“Uh huh.” Scully’s brain is mush. “Public displays of affection tend to… divert unwanted attention.”

“Good thinking.”

Scully removes her legs from Mulder’s lap, but his arm stays around her shoulders. She lifts an eyebrow, questioning. “Well, it would be much weirder for onlookers if we were to go from 100 to 0 that fast.”

“Sure, Mulder.” She redirects her attention to where the man had previously been standing. “Is that goop?”

“Slime.” Mulder corrects.

“Sure, Mulder. Whatever it is, I want a sample.”

[thehappyfeminist-22]

Since we're all doing Ed whump, I thought I would throw this out there. This is technically Stede whump, too, because the poor guy is going through it.

Modern AU where Ed is in the hospital. He's been injured somehow and is in a coma, hooked up to all sorts of scary machines, including a ventilator. Stede stays right by his side, worrying and wringing his hands. He tries to put on a brave face, but he's so scared. Ed looks so small in that hospital bed and he's far too pale for Stede's liking. Stede does all he can for him, holding his hand and talking to him (he doesn't know if Ed can even hear him, but on the off chance that he can, he's going to make damn sure Ed knows he's there and he's safe), reading to him, gently wiping around his eyes and the corners of his mouth with a cool cloth, making sure his lips don't get too dry. He brushes his hair, too, but there's not much he can do with Ed on his back and all the tube's in the way. He kisses his forehead and whispers that he loves him so much and promises that he'll be right here when Ed wakes up, although he's terrified by the possibility that he might not. Stede tries to keep himself occupied as best he can by reading and doing word searches and keeping all their friends updated on Ed's condition. He tries playing his Switch, but all his favorite games remind him of Ed. The farm they made together on Stardew Valley, the island Ed helped him build and decorate on Animal Crossing, the ranch they built on Slime Rancher, the intricate world that they crafted from scratch on Minecraft. He can't bear to touch any of them without Ed to play with him. He can't focus on any of it for very long anyway because his eyes keep drifting up to the frail man in the bed. He spends hours just watching Ed breathe. Their friends visit in shifts and have to pry Stede away from Ed's bedside so he can go get some food at the cafeteria. There is a couch in Ed's room, but it's uncomfortable and they can tell Stede hasn't been sleeping much. It goes on like this for days (weeks?) and Stede is trying so, so hard not to lose hope, that his precious Ed is still in there somewhere, but the doctors are starting to tell him that he might have to make a decision soon, and he's starting to realize that he might never hear Ed's voice or see those beautiful brown eyes again. He sits by Ed's bedside and breaks down into tears late one night and pleads with him to wake up, to please come back to him, don't leave him in this world alone. Ed doesn't stir. Stede buries his face in his hands and cries impossibly harder. Then he hears something. A tapping sound. He looks up and Ed's hand is moving, flailing helplessly and bumping into the railing on his hospital bed. Stede grabs it and squeezes and pleads even more desperately for Ed to wake up, please just wake up, please come back to him! A few tense seconds tick by. The only sound in the room is the steady beeping of the machines.

And then Ed opens his eyes.

They're wide and scared but so full of life that fresh tears of joy pour down Stede's face.

Ed has never liked hospitals. Stede can tell by the way he's squeezing his hand so tight that he's scared and agitated and he wants this stuff off him NOW, but Stede squeezes back and tells him that everything is going to be okay, they'll get this scary ventilator off him soon, as he calls desperately for the nurses.

The nurses tell Stede that he should step out of the room while they get Ed unhooked from the ventilator, but there's absolutely no separating them. They just have to work around Stede as best they can because Ed won't let go of his hand. Ed chokes a little as they remove the tube from his throat, but he visibly relaxes once it's out. When things finally calm down and it's just the two of them, Ed tries to talk, but his throat is so sore and he hasn't talked for so long that he can only make a pitiful, garbled noise come out. Stede gently shushes him and tells him not to try to talk just yet, to save his energy. He keeps reassuring Ed over and over that he's safe and everything is going to be okay. Ed manages to motion that he's hungry. Of course he is, the poor guy hasn't eaten in days, but his stomach is very sensitive because of this, so Stede manages to scrounge up some warm broth for him just to get something in his stomach and it feels so good on his throat. Ed can't quite manage the spoon on his own just yet, so Stede sits on the edge of his bed and carefully feeds him the broth one sip at a time.

Later, they're cuddled up together in Ed's hospital bed and Stede says, "You came back," like he can hardly believe it. Ed manages a very weak, "Never left."

They have a long road of recovery ahead of them, but everything is going to be okay.

[mad-c1oud]

“you’re safe.” with Pomme, Etoiles and Slime?- unless that's too many ppl then just Slime and Pomme sgdhg 🥺

YEAHHHHHHHHHH

THEM<3333 hope it's okay I made it starcicle...

TW for some panicked thought, bad dreams, and mentions of Tilín's death

this one is longer than a drabble but that's becuase I have three folks so leave me alone <3

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-you’re safe -it’s okay

Charlie can just barely make out the words written in a little red notebook, heart thudding in his chest. Panic grips his heart with sharp crawls, clogging his veins and and he- he can’t— where the­ fuck is he—

SLAP

 -uncle charlie can you read this?

He can but- who- what’s—

-did you have a bad dream?

Did I? Or was it real?

Charlie curls forward on the… bed, he’s in a bed. Soft green covers pool at his waist and there’s a pillow clutched tightly in his grip. He’s… Charlie’s— a bad dream? Breathing hurts but he makes himself do it anyway, forcibly pulling breaths in and out of his lungs as he wheezes. There’s a weight beside him, solid and warm. Still, despite all the comfort around him, ice fills his veins. Unforgiving. 

He can feel the terror still, that pure panic freezing him down to his bones. He can feel the warm, wet blood on his hands, the weight beside him— in his arms, as an arrow buries itself into his back, grass staining his jeans and, and then—

Another slap, this one harder. Charlie shudders violently, curling forward until he’s safe, face hidden in his knees as he lets go of the pillow to claw at the blankets around him. He can’t be there, his hands are clean, and there is cotton beneath his fingers not inky black hair. Right?

Right?

Little hands worm their way into the space between his face and his legs, fingers crawling across his jaw and to his cheek, pulling gently. Charlie lets himself be dragged away from how he’s pretzled in on himself, opening his eyes to meet blue and red.

Pomme.

Charlie shudders again, this time with pure relief. She’s okay. It wasn’t… well it was real but it’s also over. This is happening. This, in a familiar room, is happening. This is also real and it's still happening. Good.

“H-hey, Red…”Charlie rasps, rubbing aggressively at his eyes to clear them of the salt and crust. Had he been crying? Fucking hell, he has. The egg beside him frowns when he looks back, blurry but clearly worried as she scribbles something down.

-can I give you a hug?

That nearly has him sobbing all over again but he holds it together, sniffling around the urge to break down again. As his heartbeat continues to slow little by little, Charlie smiles crookedly and holds out his arms. “A hug? From you? I’d never turn that down.”

Pomme throws herself at Charlie, burrowing in close and she wiggles into his lap with a low trill, worried and worried and sad and it’s okay it’s okay it’s okay. Charlie holds her back just as tightly, lying them both back down in the bed with a deep sigh. Pomme sighs back, just a deep and drawn out, and it’s just silly enough to make him laugh, voice still rough from what little sleep he did get. That’s fine because the chill is being chased away by the warm weight against his chest as Pomme begins to doze off again.

Charlie would love to join her, but the terror still lingers, still has his heart beating a little too fast, something probably normal for a human like Fit, but unnatural for a slime. He tries to focus on the fraying threads of the blanket around them, something handmade, but all it does is make an ache grow.

Something’s missing.

“Charlie?”

Never for long, though. 

Charlie just hums, gazing to the side as he stays curled around Pomme. He’s too tired to try looking, too tired to say much, too tired to feel guilty about feeling too tired even. Footsteps pad gently across the floor until there’s a fuzzy-looking cucumber kneeling beside the bed, skin dark green and hair bright white with a single little, yellow blossom. White eyes that are technically blank, eyes that should be hard to read, yet Charlie gets it. He sees the the concern. The worry. The question. 

The love.

“Étoiles.” Is all he can manage to say and Pomme, fast asleep, trills against his chest again like she's saying it too.

safesafesafe

“Bad dream,” he continues tiredly, answering a question the other hasn’t asked yet. Étoiles hums sadly and drags a callous-rough thumb under one of his eyes, slow and careful like he’s tracing the bags Charlie knows are there.

“And who had the bad dream?”

“I dunno,” Charlie says, reaching up to just hold Étoiles’ wrist. The fighter is blissfully warm, pulse strong and sure where thuds against the slime’s thumb. Charlie breathes with it and continues, yawning, “But Red is pretty damn good at keeping guard. Mind taking the next shift? We're wiped.”

Étoiles chuckles and nods, never releasing Charlie’s hand as he carefully crawls over the other two. He gets under the covers as best as he can with one hand draped over Charlie’s side, his other wiggling between the mattress and Charlie’s body to just hold him securely against his chest.

“I’ll scare away any bad dreams.” Lips press to the back of his head and Charlie smiles, finally feeling at his with Étoiles at his back and Pomme at his front. Charlie finally falls back asleep, and just as Pomme reassured, he's safe.

He just hopes they feel safe with him too.

[doritoscene]

My personal headcannons on Misclick family:

• If Juana had a human form I like to imagine her looking like a copy of Mariana physically but her expressions are more slime related.

• Juana is a silly girl she's like almost a quiet/relax girl but she have this evil mode.

• Slime doesn't accept when people say that Flippa look so much like Mariana so he get: "Ugh guys it OBVIOUSLY that M-Y FLI-PPA looks just like me" and he would put flippa close to his face and them making that expressions he does (yeah, that expression) and flippa would copy that face when she notices.

• Juana would be a animation meme kid

• Juana knows how to shapeshift with her goop and sometimes she teach Slime how to do it cuz he can't in volunteer

• I like making this world in my head where the egg are the mains characters and I think it would be interesting where Flippa feel something hate/envy of Leo cuz she see Vegetta and Foolish fixing their problems in a healthy way and wonder why their parents can't be like that (she love her family anyway)

• Slime fall first and fall harder

• Mariana sing song to show her feelings cuz she have trouble doing it in the normal way

• Flippa and Slime would turn into goop when the weather is hot so Mariana put them in the refrigerator

• In the start of their relationship Mariana couldn't stand the goop/being wet thanks of flippa and Slime but after time would kinda like it and let them sleep with her when their being goop

• They would be balls of goop hiding in Mariana neck when they sleep (Mariana would be wet everytime she wake up)

• Mariana and Slime would be more open to show feelings/love when their eepy (I miss them and I don't want angst now leave me alone)

• Mariana would cook (at least try) vegan desserts for Juana

• Juana would make Tilín an animation meme kid like her (rpg would be her favorite probably)

• Juana knows how much Mariana love animals so she would feel jealous of almost all the animals which Mariana shows affetion

• When Juana is upset she would cry and also turning into goop (Mariana doesn't like it cuz she doesn't want to she flippa sad + she would dirty the floor)