#look when you got a pig that good you don't eat it in a single sitting

[paintingspaceghosts]

I love how ep34 is just the guys being like so would you kill me if you had to? yeah. and the girls + Hilbert are playing 6 hours worth of cards.

[auxfeed]

Look, piggy, you received an email on your old email-account. It's from one of your former schoolmates. Should I read it for you? Yes? Well, it's adressed to all the people of your former class to meet for a ten-year-reunion in about six months. Oh piggy, isn't it adoreble that they think you still belong to them?

I remember when you told me how big you've already been back in your schooldays. That you easily doubled most of your classmates in weight. That you had problems sitting normally on the chairs and that you'd even broken some. You were always the biggest, weren't you? So just think about the current situation then...

Most of your former classmates live perfect lives, don't they. And while they do, nobody could even imagine what happened to you in these last ten years. There are people, who founded a family, for example. All while you submitted to me and fattened up for me like none of them could even imagine. At a gaining rate of nearly 70lbs per year, you added 700lbs of extra fat and blubber to your already big frame, weighing down now at an enormous and supersized 985lbs. And while all those now successful women and men out there work on their careers in good jobs everyday, your only job is to lay here naked in your bariatric, reinforced bed and eat your life away for my pleasure like the good pig you are. Like them you also achieved a lot of hoals in your life - just... different. They got married to their partners, you got owned by me, your feeder and master. They built houses, you trapped yourself inside your own body on purpose. They travel around the world, while you can't move a single finger nowadays.

So, imagine if we'd find a way to move you to the reunion. What would all these people, your former classmates, feel, when they saw you? Would they be embaressed? Would they feel sorry for you? Would they be disgusted? Would they laugh at you? Whould they tell you that they'd always knew how you would end up, you fat fuck? Well, probably all together, don't you think?

Let's face it, piggy: you won't go there anyway. Because you have a job to do, a very important job. There's still not enough fat hanging off your body. And you are still able to breathe way too good. We should change that, shouldn't we? And while all of your classmates will meet in a couple of month to celebrate their reunion, I'm pretty sure, you won't even make it until then, you fat, greedy hog. Here, piggy, eat something. Make me proud and eat yourself to death, fat pig!

[lets-try-some-writing]

Don't know if you have got this question before but how do the bots react once they learn humans eat other sentient beings?

ex- cows, pigs, chickens,

Would it be disturbing to know that it is ones nature to eat another living being? What if they found out that cannibalism sometimes happens?

I swear I wrote about this once, but I shall gladly do so again!

Cybertronians are not unfamiliar with organic life cycles and their nature. The older amongst Cybertron's number have seen and witnessed acts of flesh eating personally. The younger ones though? They can hardly process the concept of eating another living thing the way organics do it. Ghouls, spark eaters, and the like are all understandable concepts. But devouring the whole frame? That's WEIRD.

Ratchet and Optimus are severely uncomfortable watching the kids and Fowler eat meat and similar products, but they understand on a fundamental level that this is how it must be for organic races. And for that reason, they can usually stomach the sight without flinching (although Ratchet does tend to gag when the kids aren't looking). Arcee, also being quite old, can similarly deal with it if she has to. But she's not exactly happy about driving Jack to and from his flesh eating establishment. She is now far too familiar with the smell of burning things, fleshy things, to be at peace with it. Ultra Magnus is in a similar boat and chalks humans eating other living things up to them being savages, and that's on a good day. He is of the belief that if humanity manages to just get up and become technologically advanced, they will have no need for such barbarism.

Bulkhead is aware of what the humans do and just... tries not to think about it. He doesn't like imagining small creatures such as puppies or kittens giving him those eyes and then promptly seeing Miko eat chicken wings nearby. He recharges better pretending the humans just stick to vegetation. Wheeljack is not quite as lucky and outwardly makes a meme worthy face of disgust every single time the kids eat meat around him. He knows they have to eat that stuff, but it still bothers him and he's not afraid to show it (he may or may not have poked their lunches with a stick once just to see if the kids eat their prey alive).

Smokescreen, being as new as he is, is totally unaware of what meat is to begin with. Burgers are just weird shaped fuel. Those silly humans and their billion strange fuel shapes and colors. He thinks it's hilarious how much effort goes into making their fuel look so unique. If only he knew...

[idanceuntilidie]

Don't you know who I am?

Male Best friend Yan x Male Reader

TW: yandere themes|Threats| Someone gets their ass kicked. Request are open Dear God I have never been this empty headed, i will try my best to do at least two posts tomorrow.

Cara was quite popular, so he was invited to many parties. People say if Cara doesn’t show up that means the party sucks. Naturally being Caras bestie meant you were usually dragged along, even if you really didn’t want to. There was one time actually where you were falling asleep but the next thing you saw when you opened your eyes were flashing lights and very VERY loud music. At this point people knew that if Cara is invited, so are you. This time you actually wanted to go, surprisingly, because it was a birthday party so naturally there was a birthday cake, good free food and drinks.You didn’t really know the person, so you and Cara bought the gift together. Actually Cara bought it, he insisted that you shouldn’t waste money. You felt kinda bad, but you knew he wouldn’t let that one go.

You didn’t go in anything fancy, plain white shirt with f/c loose pants. It made it easier to blend in, if you were going yourself. You knew Cara would choose something flashy and he did. God, of course he did. Cara wore a very flashy, literally, gold sequin shirt with hot pink flares. It made you slightly self conscious, and well feel underdressed, but on the other side you knew only he was able to pull something like this off.

Cara noticed that and when he saw you he shrieked, complimented you and gave you lots of kisses on your cheeks.

The food wasn’t worth it.

You sat in the corner of the club, munching on whatever you got your hands on. You lost Cara in the crowd, so you ended up alone. Though there was a guy slowly getting closer and closer to you and finally sitting, too close to your comfort.

“Hey sweets, what’s a cutie like you doing all alone huh?” You stopped eating and slowly looked at the guy. Nose scrunching in confusion and disgust you roll your eyes before mumbling. “I lost my best friend in the crowd” “Oh what a horrible friend that is! Leaving you all alone~” Your stomach dropped when he placed a hand on your thigh, but before you even got a chance to say something your eyes caught a glimpse of a familiar flashy gold shirt. Which was walking really fast in your direction.

“Hands off of my boyfriend jackass” “B-Boyfriend?” You squeaked when Cara picked you up and held you protectively.

“Boyfriend huh? Aren’t you Cara? A slut that probably fucked every single person in this room?” You heard Cara scoff, and when you looked up you saw a scowly forming on his face. His manicured nails digged into your skin.

“Y/n cover your ears” And without question you did, you also hid your face in Caras shoulder. “If you don’t fucking leave right now, I am going to skin and gut you like a pig.” Cara hissed at the man. He put you down, caressing your head and he placed a small kiss on your forehead.

Cara walked in front of the guy that was harassing you and beat the shit out of him. By the time you actually looked in that direction you saw the man trying to crawl away from your best friend, and Cara spitting at him.

It was horrible, but the problem was solved, police were called; Cara explained the situation and you both drove home. You don’t think you could sleep with that image engraved in your mind. But there was also another small thought screaming in the back of your mind.

“Boyfriend?”

“Boy friend, silly. I mean I could be your partner if you wanna” you heard him chuckle, it made you smile.

“Nah” You closed your eyes, hoping that you won’t dream about the guy from the party. Slowly drifting off to sleep you didn’t hear Cara mumble,

“Haha yeah, you will change your mind sooner or later.”

[jojissalsa]

here are some wips i'm desperately trying to finish! (if you're curious ;P)

✔️ + a link = a finished WIP!

also if you wanna be tagged in any of these when they come out, please let me know by commenting, sending an ask or dming me :) i'd be happy to! <3

✞ Vendetta Leon:

‪‪❤︎‬ Pretty When I Cry:

☆ summary: you find out leon cheated on you with ada, and with that comes denying him of any kinds of affection. until he takes matters into his own hands, leon knows how to fix his pretty girl ;)

You couldn't believe it when you found out, you knew Leon could get distant. But finding that stupid fucking teddy bear keychain that woman gave him was enough to start a fight between you two, let alone the date offer tucked inside. How sweet. You thought that was it, when it initially happened. A quick spat when you found it a couple days after he came home from that horrid mission, and then some makeup sex. God, you wished that was all it was. All it amounted to. That was until you saw the keychain again, for some odd reason. Even more odd when curiosity got the better of you, and you unzipped it again. Empty.

‪‪❤︎‬ ✔️ And if you were my little girl:

☆ summary: you've never been close to your dad on a surface level way, or even in a deep way. but after he finds out some of your illicit activities, you guys share your deep, twisted ways <3

Leon’s been single for a while, and ugly girls like you have been ugly for a while. And he looks at you like an ugly girl. Tells you not to get tattoos, shit like that. Like it's still the 50s. Probably because that's the only time he could get pussy. That's why he treats you like shit, and why you and him are addicted to sex. It's all you do ever since you turned 18. And you clean up nice enough. But deep down you're still an ugly girl. What's that saying? Lipstick on a pig. That's really who you are.

❤︎ Anything you Like:

☆ summary: you're excited to meet your new stepdad, and he seems like a great guy. unlike you, who definitely has some issues. good thing leon has a fix for that ;)

Your mom finally got a new man. You're pretty happy about it, really because she is. You're not excited in the slightest to actually meet the guy, just because your mom is happy doesn't mean the guy isn't as bad as your dad. She didn't really learn her lesson after him, sure, she was smart enough to get a divorce, condemn him for all the shit he put you two through. but the damage was already done, honestly. At least the daddy issues make you cute? They don't. They make you so fucking depraved, and in a way it kinda concerns you. The porn you look at, the guys you fuck, you know it's probably some deep seated issues, but it doesn't make any of it less hot.

✿ Death Island Leon:

❤︎ Give you the world:

☆ summary: leon works way too hard, and of course the years of trauma still cause those pesky nightmares. thank god you're there for him, and you don't mind it at all.

“You don’t need to tell me, you know I just wanna help.” You sigh, your hand making lazy circles on his toned stomach. “You go through so much, too much if I’m being honest.” Leon chuckles, a pink hue starting to dust his cheeks. “Hey! I’m being serious. If it were up to me, I’d give you the whole world. You really deserve it, Leon..” You prop yourself up on your elbows, a puppy love look in your eyes that you know looks only a tad obsessive. Leon doesn’t answer for a moment, just letting his wide smile speak his mind as his hand comes up to cup your face, his thumb stroking your cheek. You sigh and nuzzle your cheek against his palm, your hand slowly making its way to the waistband of his sweats. “Can I? Wanna take your mind off it.” You murmur against his palm, that sweet look in your eyes making him blush even harder.

❤︎ Lipstick Stains:

☆ summary: it was small at first, but it's always the small things with leon. they always drive him crazy, eating away at the sane part of his brain and just making him wanna be around you all the time. maybe it's a side effect of marriage?

He was fine seeing it at first, seeing the smudges of your lipstick on the glasses that he’d clean in the sink or throwing away napkins colored the same rouge in certain spots. He’d just ignore the chill that’d run down his spine when the thought of that same rouge being trailed across his neck would pass. It's just lipstick, is he a teenager?

❆ Re4 Remake Leon:

❤︎ A Girl can Dream (Part 1)

☆ summary: you work closely with ada wong, and leon knows a thing or two about mercenaries. they love to cause trouble.

Leon knew you looked familiar, from the moment he saw you in line at boarding to the second you sat next to him. He also knew you could both feel something. Physical attraction? Nah, he would never get close to another woman like Ada, too many secrets. You on the other hand? You were dying at the chance to run into his arms like a giggling teenage girl, looking at the window as you absentmindedly twirl your hair on your finger. You really don’t wanna pay him much more attention, partly because he’s insanely distracting, mainly because you know he would reject you in a heartbeat. No way a guy like him is single, right? A girl can dream.

𖦹 Re2 Remake Leon:

❤︎ All Mine:

☆ summary: leon's affection has always been nice. but he also has the power to deprive you of it entirely. and when that happens, you can't help but go insane.

You don’t even know what really drives this affinity you have for him, sure, he is definitely a looker. No debate about that. You’d run in front of incoming traffic just to be near him. But why? He’s nice, funny, drives a nice car, you both have a lot in common. But there really is something about Leon Kennedy, that puppy faced freak, that really fucks with your brain chemistry. The way he touches you, it’s confident yet tender. Well, it was at first. It had that tinge of gentleness, like you were a gorgeous porcelain doll that deserved so much care, but he could be rough with you in the most enticing way possible. He would choke you ever so slightly just so he could kiss you deeper, feel your tongue against his, like he needed to remind you of who makes you shudder like that. It was addicting, having that kind of affection that made your brain all syrupy and nonfunctioning.

☁︎ Infinite Darkness Leon:

❤︎ Dangerous Game (Part 2):

☆ summary: now that you're settled in, it's your turn to babysit leon. and you're making it much more difficult to focus when you talk like that.

Suddenly you're getting an incoming call from Leon, and you're kicking yourself when you feel your face heat up. “Hey there, Agent Kennedy. Need anything from me?” There you go again, still not using his name. Such a tease. He tries not to roll his eyes when he notices your smug smirk already.

❤︎ A Girl can Dream (Part 2):

☆ summary: ada has taught you so well, you know when to give up and help leon out when he needs it. that doesn't mean you shouldn't get a reward for it though, right?

You repress a yelp as he pushes you against the desk, his face barely illuminated from the glow of the chandelier in the hallway. "Enough with the teasing," You nearly shiver at how stern he sounds, but you've always been good at poker faces. "I've got a job to do, and it'd be wonderful if you'd shut your mouth and help me out here." Leon's voice is hot against your neck, his large hands gripping your hips, keeping you against him. "And what do I get out of that? You gotta make it worth my time, Kennedy,"

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ please be patient with me as i finish these! life has been a rollercoaster lately, but making fanfics and writing about leon will always be a passion of mine, so it's not going anywhere anytime soon!

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Could we possibly plez get faunus facts for Polar Bear Eren, Dolphin Dawne, Coyote Cadmine, and Salamander Zhe please?

???: Do you have the targets in sight?

Eren: Yes Father.

???: Then Lease your arrow.

~~~~~

A Younger General Ironwood: What do you mean a whole squad went down! And to Arrows!?!?

Lackey: Sir Yes Sir! That is what the investigation reported!

Polar Bears are some of the few Animals that actively hunt Humans. It is required that you change your routine every single day when in their territory.

~~~~~

Cadmine: *Freezes the ground with her semblance, slips and falls*

Dawne: *Sliding slowly around*

Zhe: *Clinging to a tree so his feet don't freeze*

Eren: *Walking normally, but quote irritated*

Polar Bear paws are extremely wide, and their pads are covered in papillae to grip smooth ice better.

~~~~~

Cadmine: Eren take a Chill Pill! Like, literally take a chill pill

Eren: Ahm' F-fine ...

Zhe: You're sweating like a pig! stop using your semblance so much!

Eren: I-I can hannnndlle myself-f.

Polar bears suffer from overheating more than the cold. Because of this, they may only move quickly in short bursts.

~~~~~

Dawne: *Horking down food*

Zhe: I'm shocked you can eat so Much! It's like you've got two stomachs!

Dawne: *With his mouth full*... Yeah?

Dolphins have two stomachs, one for digestion, one for storage.

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Pyrrha: Thank you for all your help Dawne!

Dawne: *Has done literally nothing* ... You're Welcome.

The Greeks invariably saw Dolphins as Helpers of human kind.

~~~~~

Velvet: Do you ever get the feeling you're being watched?

Cadmine: *hiding in a bush, licking her lips*

Coyotes eat many 'pest' species, including rabbits that are the largest competitors for commercial cattle's natural grass foodstuffs.

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Ruby: HEY! WHO STOLE MY STRAWBERRIES!

Cadmine: I'm super Sorry! I meant to go out and buy more- I totally did, even! But Strawberries are just too good to resist, Gurl!

Coyotes are omnivorous.

~~~~~

Cadmine: *Poking Zhe in the chest* Hey you've got something on your shirt.

Zhe: *Looks down*

Cadmine: *Flicks him*

One mythological/Religious view of coyotes was that of a trickster being.

~And For Zhe, I've decided to go with monitor Lizards~

Cadmine: How much money do you have?

Zhe: *pulling out lien cards* Uh ... One, Two, Three, Four, five, six .... Uh ... Uhhh

Rock monitor lizards are able to distinguish snails and rock in numbers up to six! This is very impressive for a Lizard.

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Zhe: *Making out with someone. It is getting STEAMY*

In parts of Malaysia and India Monitor lizard Tongues (And livers) are considered Aphrodisiacs when eaten.

~~~~~

Zhe: ALRIGHT TEAM! LET'S MOVE OUT!

Komodo dragons hunt in groups. This is highly unique and exceptional for Reptiles.

[ranchracoon]

"Make Me Yours"

Ch 1. The Beginning

            A/N: I can already see the comments, so let me clear up: no, everyone is not related. Instead of saying "ma'am" or "sir," everyone is called auntie, uncle, or cousin as a form of respect.

The waves lap against the beach shore as the rising sun sets the entire island and ocean ablaze with oranges and yellows. Fishers tie off their boats from the early morning catches and heave them up the sandy coves to the mainland. Chickens, pigs, and dogs welcome the morning with a symphony of howls, grunts, and clucks while awaiting their own breakfast. Children who have already been awake since before the sun, run amok through the tall trees, banana plants, and orchids while their sleep deprived parents inject themselves with caffeine. At the hub of all activity is the common place kitchen, where everyone cooks, everyone cleans, and everyone shares. The roof is sturdy made from clay and palm leaves to keep out the sun's harsh rays and the frequent downpour of rain. The walls have hanging curtains that are rolled and tied to the roof so that the warm salty air blows through without any obstructions. The mouthwatering aroma of spam wafts through the nearby homes and awakens anyone still trying to linger on last night's dreams. Soon the hub is full of people, some old, some young, some in between but all of them catering to one another while passing around the dishes of spam and rice wrapped with seaweed.

The head chef searches the crowd for one person, knowing this day is one she has been looking forward to; she just doesn't know it yet. Finally she spots them, weaving in and out toward the bar where breakfast awaits but the chef beats her there. The young woman and the chef stare one another down, their eyes locked in a showdown of who will move first. The young woman makes a dash for the nearest plate but the chef is quicker, she holds it away from the young woman. She groans loudly with frustration and annoyance, drawing the attention of a few people nearby who merely chuckle at the altercation. This happens every morning.

"Come on mamá, I'm too tired for this. I even got here early!" The woman whines.

(mom)

"AH! I don't want any attitude from you, okay? Hoy es especial and I need you to help me get things ready. Ahora, go eat and report back here as soon as you are finished." Her mother scolds.

(Today is special. Now,)

"Ugh.." The woman groans.

She takes the plate from her mom and scurries away to the outside of the shelter to the nearby tables and chairs made from bamboo. She settles herself down into a spot and pulls her black hair away from her face to keep it from getting in her food. Only one bite in before three others join her; the first one is her best friend Alo, wearing only baggy shorts, a tank top, and nothing else with their hair clearly sporting the 'just woke up' appeal. The second is her other best friend Diana, she has on a red tank top with high cut shorts and hand-crafted sandals, her brown hair is braided back into a single braid with flowers interwoven. The last is her sister Neyla, two years younger than her and they are exact carbon copies of each other with the same sun kissed brown skin, black hair, and brown eyes.

"Good morning, Alo! Good morning, Diana! Good morning, Carmen!" Neyla announces.

"Morning." They respond simultaneously.

"So, what is your mamá making you do today?" Asks Alo.

"No idea. She just said to report to her when I finish eating. Did she tell you anything?" Carmen responds.

"No, she told me the same thing."

Diana taps her chip in thought, "is it someone's anniversary? Maybe someone found their mate? We didn't forget a birthday, did we?"

The other shrug their shoulders and finish their meals, chatter about the latest drama, clean their places, and report for their chores. There are others gathered with her mom delegating the chores. The tasks are divided by who can do what the best; cooking, cleaning, decorating, but no one tells Carmen about why they are doing this. She tries to overhear conversations, but no one spills anything she can run with. There is one possibility, but it can't be that. She would have been told about it. She approaches her mother and two other women who are currently sharpening utensils behind her. 

"Hola aunties." She waves to the two women.

(Hello)

They wave back and return their focus to their task while her mother approaches her and grips her shoulder tightly. 

"Carmen, I have a muy importante task for you. We need something to cook. Something big. The biggest you can find ¿bueno?"

(Very important. Okay?)

 Carmen beams with excitement, she was only allowed to hunt for very special ceremonies like weddings. Someone must be getting married, but she can't think of anyone recently engaged. Her heart flutters in excitement, it has to be what she's thinking right? Her mother smiles at her and released her shoulder, and she takes off like the start of a race. She dashes from the shelter and makes her way to the edge of the jungle. Carmen is the best hunter on the island; the record for biggest kill used to be held by her great, great, grandfather who killed a 200lb deer. That is, until she beat it by taking down a nearly 235lb jaguar that kept killing pigs. It took her three days of stalking and waiting to capture it.

She breathes in deeply and allows herself to unwind, as she lowers to her hands and knees. The grass tickles between her fingers that enlarge and widen into large paws. Her hair thickens and grows to coat her entire body before shortening to appropriate fur length. Her spinal collum extends behind her backside into a thick but fluffy tail. Everyone on the island can transform into a wolf, just like her. Her senses heighten, she inhales deeply and smells all the creatures within miles and the freshly washed fauna from the rain. 

The breeze shakes the tops of the trees, a few birds chirp in the distance, and she listens. The song of her island drawing her in, frogs, cicadas, birds, and then a twig snapping. Her ear twitches in the direction of her desired prey, a Boar grunting in the distance. She barrels through the foliage, vines and plants whip past her as she maneuvers and weaves expertly through. As she approaches, she slows to a steady walk, crouching into the thicket while stalking closer. Her snout and eyes look through the brush to see her prize snorting away at the ground. This will be easy, all she has to do is go for the hind leg, snap the tendon then break the neck. 

Carmen stills, her black fur blends with the shadows around giving her the perfect camouflage as the boar snorts the ground. When it stops and proceeds to dig for whatever it found, this is her moment. She leaps from the brush, lands directly behind the boar and slashes her fangs into its hind leg. It barely has time to react before it attempts to dash away only to fail miserably onto the ground and kick its legs wildly. Carmen stalks around the back of the boar, places one paw on its side and her mouth on the neck before jerking upward in a quick motion; the snap of bones echoes through the now silent jungle. Nearby prey scatters to the wind, and the birds fly off through the canopy after being startled by the sound. 

She lifts the boar and maneuvers it onto her back, it has to be 160 easy, this should be plenty for the celebration tonight. She trots back at a slower pace so as to not lose her precious catch, stopping every few moments to readjust then proceed. Back at the shelter, her mother and the two women gasp at her catch, they reach their newly sharpened tools and gather some extra hands to remove the boar from her back. Her mother strokes Carmen's ear proudly then tsks upon seeing the state of which she returned. 

"Ay mija, look at you! Go wash up and help your cousins with their chores. Be back here tonight." 

Carmen twists her head to examine her body, seeing the matted fur with mud, leaves, and blood. She shakes herself only to be scolded by the nearby women and threatened with a chancla (slipper) before she runs off. After returning to her humanoid form, she returns to the comfort of her home to rinse off and change out of her filthy clothes. Then she goes and finds Alo to help them with whatever they were assigned. Everyone takes a break when the sun hits the peak of day, it is too hot to continue so they all take a well-earned swim in the lagoon. The warm water is refreshing on their overheated skin, children splash and play while the aunties serve cold coconut water and finger foods. 

Once break time is finished and the sun is on the other side of the island, casting their side in a cool shadow do they return to their work. The shelter beams to life with lanterns and hanging lights, there's ribbons strung from the trees, and of course a roaring bonfire with her boar roasting over it. The bar is flowing with drinks for the adults, fresh mojitos, margaritas, all mixed with spirits and fruit from cultivated from their land. For the niñas and niños, virgin mixes and sodas to fill their sugar crave. Carmen invites Alo to get ready at her home, she puts on her best sleeveless, strapless crop top that she weaved and dyed herself with shorts that stop at her midthigh and her sandals. The final touch is flowers braided into her hair; she does a singular braid that flows over one shoulder. Alo went shirtless with a lei around their neck and on their head with a traditional grass skirt, and their best sandals. 

Carmen and Alo walk together to the center of the island, everyone is dressed their best but she sees no distinct pattern so it's not a wedding. People laugh, they drink, Carmen is about two margaritas in when all goes silent except for a bellowing horn that is blown when a ship is approaching. Carmen's heart races once more, she is the first to run toward the bay where she sees an approaching tugger boat that usually brings them imported goods. Only this time, the cargo it wields is much more precious. The others stay back on the beach shore letting her be the only one on the dock, she grabs the rope from the captain and ties the boat off then stands excitedly. The boat rocks as the captain leaps off the side then holds his hand out for another. 

The tears blind Carmen's vision as her heart explodes in unrelenting delight, her legs move forward without warning. She leaps into the air and grasps onto the man who steps off the boat, her legs locking around his torso with her arms around his neck. Her head buried into his shoulder as she shakes violently with happy sobs. The man is tall with the same brown skin and black hair as her, with a curly black beard around his chin and upper lip. He spins Carmen around happily, laughing wildly and nearly sending them into the water when he almost loses his balance. She unlocks from him and drops down onto the dock, her hands immediately finding his face as she smiles up at him and he smiles down at her, his eyes also wet with tears.

"Ben." She whimpers. 

"Hola hermana." He chokes out. 

She lets out a sob ridden laugh as she shakes his face in her hands, "I knew it! No one would tell me anything! I knew it had to be you! Look at you. Look at this beard! Oh my and..." she pauses, she looks him up and down then scowls, "are you wearing insoles?!" She accuses. 

His ears turn bright red giving him away as he sputters to try and come up with a lie, Carmen shakes her head and pulls him down by one of them. 

"My little brother is not going to be taller than me!" She threatens. 

He laughs loudly before Carmen releases him and wipes the tears from her eyes. Five years ago he left to become the person he always felt he was, and now he is back. Him and Carmen exchanged letters every month, he told her everything that was happening and even sent her souvenirs. The last she heard from him was before he was going in because there were some complications with his bottom surgery. She feared the worse, fearing that this boat carried his remains but here he is. She can't help but cover her mouth as tears start to fall again, taking him in. He straightens up and turns his body slightly back toward the boat. 

"There's someone I want you to meet." He motions toward the boat where a woman is stepping off. 

She has fire-red hair, her skin is white with freckles peppering every inch, especially her face. She gives Carmen a bright, wide smile, her eyes are a dazzling green like the lagoon. She approaches the two of them and stands beside Carmen's brother who wraps his arm around her shoulders. 

"Carmen, Clara. Clara, Carmen. She is my mate and also happened to be my surgeon." He chuckles. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you. Ben has told me so much about you." She greets. 

Carmen opens her arms and hugs Clara, at first the woman is tense but eventually relaxes and hugs Carmen back. 

"Welcome Clara." She greets. 

The three of them walk together toward the beach where Carmen and Ben's mother happily awaits and drowns Ben in kisses. She also hugs and kisses Clara while welcoming her to the family. The crowd swarms Ben and Clara, bombarding them in questions, excitement, and welcomes. Eventually the crowd wanders back the bonfire where a band strikes up with live music and the drinks flow once more. Carmen tried to give Ben drinks but was quickly told no by Clara due to the medication he is on, so, Carmen got Clara drunk instead. The boar that Carmen caught was devoured until only the bones and fat remained and would be used for other things tomorrow. 

The night carried on, children crashed from their sugar highs and were carted away by their parents. The music eventually died down with the embers of the fire as only a few stranglers remained. Carmen sits by the dying fire with her feet outstretched, her face and body warm from the alcohol as she stares into the embers. Ben joins her, groaning loudly as he lowers himself down onto a stump nearby with his virgin drink in hand. His eyes droopy with sleep but he's too happy to be around his family again to fall asleep now. Clara is passed out in Carmen's hut because Ben will need a bigger one to fit him and Clara, and the hundred grandchildren that their mother wants. 

They sit together in silence, Ben exhausted from answering all the questions about himself and his mate. Carmen exhausted from the many drinks shes downed that are finally catching up to her. Carmen sighs heavily and leans forward to start undoing her hair, she has a splitting headache and she's unsure if it's from the spinning landscape or her braid. Ben watches her unbraid her hair and toss the flowers aside, he picks one up and examines it thoughtfully. 

"How long are you staying?" Carmen whispers sorrowfully. 

"What do you mean? You don't think I'm staying?" Ben chuckles.

"You said Clara is a surgeon, and you're still going to school ya?" She replies. 

"Ya." He sighs, "It's not permanent though. We agreed that once I'm graduated, we'll move here for good. I already talked to Mrs. Eka about taking over the school and Clara wants to open her own study here.” Ben is silent for a moment, “you should come with me.”

Carmen stops her hands, she fiddles with the bit of hair between her fingers as she digests what Ben suggested, a sudden sobriety washes over her.

“Why?” She asks almost bitterly.

“You said you wanted to find your mate. You said, and I quote, ‘there’s nothing left for me here. I am happy, but I am sick of all the sympathetic looks I get from the elders and aunties. I know they whisper about me.’”

“You don’t need to use my words against me.” Carmen bites.

“I’m just offering.” Ben shifts his glass between his hands, “when is the last time you went up the mountain?” He asks quietly.

The mountain is home to the moon pool where many of their elders go to seek guidance from their goddesses or ancestors. Many go up there when they turn 25 to seek out their one true mate, leading them to a life of fulfillment and happiness. Carmen shields her face away from Ben to hide her expression.

“Not since the first time.” She mumbled.

“So…almost seven years. Maybe you should try again, and no matter what happens, the offer still stands for you to join Clara and I when we leave.”

Ben stood from his seat and wandered off most likely to go to bed while Carmen finished unbraiding her hair and looked up toward the mountain. She sighed defeatedly, maybe he was right. Carmen shifted and started the trek up the mountain, in human form it would take hours to climb all the way up but in her wolf form she cut that down to an hour. Once she was at the top of the mountain she shifted back into her human form, the moon pool glowed even without a full moon present. She wandered around and used some nearby matches to light the incense surrounding the water.

She kneels on the warm volcanic rock beneath her knees as she peers into the clear pool. She closes her eyes and begins to pray. Seeking anyone. Her goddesses, her ancestors, anyone who can answer her. Her prayers are said without failure, she thinks them in her mind then whispers them aloud while focusing on her intention. After her prayers she opens her eyes, the pool swirls and shimmers with life. Carmen leans forward, searching the now cloudy waters for any sort of symbol, sign, anything. The water continues to swirl, growing more and more cloudy until she can’t see through it anymore then it stops. The water remains cloudy but slowly unclouds from the center to the outer edge of the pool. Nothing. Just like when she tried the first time.

Chapter 2

[jewbeloved]

Werewolf Team Stan with a piglet s/o🐺🐺🐖🐖💖

Another crazy idea from my head.

Warnings: Predator and Prey vibes (I think?)

Gender: Neutral

💙💚 The Main Four ❤️🧡

How you met them:

Four wolves and one pig....It would've been strange for predators to be in a relationship with their prey as people would say, but it happened with you and the boys.

Wolves eat pigs, so the first time you met them they tried to kill you.

"Come on you guys, there's 4 of us and one simple pig....we have been snacking on preys for days"

"Whatever fatass, you always hog the preys to yourself and we never get to eat some!"

"You guys are too busy savoring the food anyways, you should've eaten it while you still can!"

"Cooking it tastes better Cartman, that's gross when you eat it raw"

*muffles* (I agree with Stan)

"Whatever, it looks like we all agree on this then"

Yeah, the first time meeting them didn't go too well with you.

But in the end, they got a little too attached and close to you.

4 wolves that can just single you out and eat you right on the spot has developed a soft side for you. You couldn't even imagine a predator turning soft for their prey, but I guess it happened anyways.

You became friends with them, best friends, close friends, and even getting together in a relationship with them.

You went from being their prey, to being their s/o. You must be lucky.

Headcanons:

Each and every one of them loves giving you cuddles, even if they won't admit it. (Cartman would mostly deny it)

Please give them head pats, they like them! Their tails always wag in a playful manner whenever you're giving them head pats.

Kisses? Definitely. They love giving you kisses on your cheek, forehead, and lips! Them kissing you at the same time isn't an option for them so they have to take turns.

But that might end with them arguing with each other if one of them kisses you more and never lets the others get a chance to kiss you. 😅😅

They might even try to scare you sometimes, but they will stop once they see you don't like it or you're uncomfortable.

If you fall asleep on one of them, the others will turn it into a cuddling pile!❤️❤️❤️

How exactly do you guys cuddle? You're in the middle of course with them on both sides of you! They want to keep you safe so that's why they put you in the middle.

You always feel like you're in a big bear hug whenever all 4 of them are wrapping their arms around you while cuddling.

Morning routines with them are also sweet!

If you're still feeling tired they will continue to sleep in bed with you until you feel like getting up.

They probably might wake you up dramatically or if they're feeling nice enough, they might wake you up gently while carrying you to the bathroom to brush your teeth or wash your face, etc.

Stan, Kyle, and Kenny would probably be good at cooking in this scenario so they wouldn't mind cooking you some breakfast. (But they're letting Cartman cook his own as revenge)

When you're done eating, you carry on with the day with your 4 werewolf boyfriends <3 💚💙🧡❤️

I GOT CARRY AWAY WITH WRITING THIS! MY POOR HEART CAN'T TAKE IT!!! SGDJJFDHDKSOSIWUUSKAKSMMDBDJDJDKKDKDJDNNDHDUDJJDJHDHEUEIJSBYQIQISIXPOWHWILDBDIXL

[loyaltykask]

Chapter 19

@journeythroughjourneytothewest

Can't believe Bajie just HAPPENED upon a true immortal to get him to heaven, like I wanna know how THAT backstory came about

Immediately thought is how in the HIB Video Game they give Bajie a pirate accent and say he commanded a crew I thought that was just flavor for the game, so forget he was a marshall of sailors deadass

HE IS A WATER GOD APPARENTLY AS WELL SO HE BEST KNOWS HOW TO SWIM

Just like Erlang Shen damn there are so many water gods deadass

I know Wukong teasing but also I got a point, like deadass the only reason Gao doesn't want Bajie is for his looks and reputation What a shallow fella

Wukong playing marriage counselor once again

Bajie: MY DOOR Wukong: Did you woo your wife? Wine? Gifts? You didn't even go to the matchmaker therefore a crime for a crime

I imagine this going like a Looney Tunes cartoon

Low key

Man was REFINED into metal damn. Wukong being just a stone egg

WUKONG NOT THE EAR

Metal (Wukong's element) is the naturally superior opposition to Wood (Bajie's element), as it symbolizes how metal can cut trees and foliage down. Mind always overcomes the desires to put them in place Both are meant to make the trip to the West and as such grow as people

Sun Wukong = Monkey Awakened to Nothing Zhu Bajie = Pig Awakened to Power

These are some boss ass names

Got to admit Bajie is a way better nickname than Idiot

I heard it once said that Wukong just thought his name was Idiot and that is why he called him that for so long

And when he did find it he now just said it as his new nickname

Wukong really said: Marriage was nice but you're divorced and single now SO LET'S EAT

I do appreciate that Sanzang doesn't force his own preferences on Wukong and Bajie, as long as they don't get hammered they can have purified wine

Also Wukong a lightweight confirmed

WUKONG IS SO MEAN

Can't believe Sanzang got a damage buff

+5 on heals, +0 on stealth

He really is out here target on his back

Wukong embodies the "Talk shit, get hit" even when some guy talks shit about Bajie Wukong: Only I GET TO TALK SHIT ABOUT BAJIE! A good way to start their first month together

Also, the idea of Sanzang trying to hold back Wukong who is far stronger than him is so funny to me. Probs picked him up cause he was so little

He is the only thing holding this monkey back for the next 14 years XD

[yoke9494]

Soft like a Plushie. 🧸 (HanmaXReader)

!!NO MINORS. NSFW!!

* pt 1 out of two. (Hanma pt 1. Baji/Kazutora pt 2.)

(Tiny bit of Chifuyu in the beginning)

*Curvy/Chubby reader

*Pet shop Tora and Chifuyu (Chifuyu's a bit of a pervert)

*Single mom reader

*loss of virginity

*OOC Hanma??

* characters are aged 17+ in the past.

🛑Tw: Bullying, Body shaming. The reader is compared to a pig multiple times.🛑

💕 Always remember, You are you and no one can compare. We are all beautiful in our own way. Love yourself. And always know, I will love you when you can't... I'm yo momma now child. And you are all perfect to me. 💕

Not proofread. 😅

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"Can you speak or what old man?"

Chifuyu stood at the register, gaze locked on his childhood best friend, his captain..

"Baji?"

Baji's brows furrowed. "Huh?.. My name's not Baji. It's L/n Kellen. Are you high or something?"

Chifuyu shook his head. Kellen? Not Keisuke ... L/n not Baji.. But this kid looked so much like him.

He had long black hair, but a little shaggy.. Menacing eyebrows, fanged teeth, the same mischievous smile.. But the longer he looked he also noticed the kids eyes were e/c and his nose was shaped a little differently than his old Captain..

The boy clicked his tongue. "Momma! They don't have it. This old dude over here is just trying to groom me or something!"

Chifuyu's eyes widened. "Hey, wait! I'm not doing that! I just thought--"

He was cut off by a woman's voice. Soft and sweet. "Kellen stop yelling in the damn store."

Chifuyu's breath hitched. He was too into the order sheets to notice you when you first walked in with this kid.. Was he yours? Nah, he had to be your kid brother or something.

You smiled at him. Cute round face, plump soft lips..

"Sorry about my son." You pulled out your phone and showed him a picture. "He's been running around looking for these cat treats. We can't find them anywhere."

Chifuyu's shoulders dropped. Your kid had a spoiled cat for sure because those were their best selling ones. He sold the last bag this morning.

Swallowing down his nervousness he cleared his throat. "I'm sorry. We just sold the last one this morning. The shop won't be restocked till Tuesday."

Kellen sighed. "We have to find another store ma.."

You shook your head. It was already getting late and you still needed to make dinner. Then get ready for your night shift.. "Sorry Kel. They're going to have to be satisfied with this one."

You placed a generic version of the treats for the owner to ring up. He looked like he was trying not to listen while Kellen whined.

"Mom! They won't eat it!"

Turning away to face your son, you pinched the bridge of your nose. You were tired from your shift this morning and Kellen wasn't helping.

He was a good kid when he wanted to be but he quickly got you to that overstimulated point. "Enough Kel. They're stray cats, they'll be grateful with what you give them. These are cheaper anyways..."

Chifuyu's heart broke. The boy cared for strays too.. It was getting too much, he wanted to cry.

Kellen looked up at you and softened his heated gaze. You looked tired. You worked two jobs just to keep a roof over your heads and to keep him clothed and fed. He's not even sure you actually slept..

Poor Momma.. He loved you very much but he wasn't going to tell you that. He couldn't be mushy because he was the man of the house. (Not really, but he likes to think it) He was the one who should be keeping you safe and happy, besides you only get one momma..

That's why his brows pinched together when the old dude started smiling at you a little too much. He was going on about wanting a number or an email so he could let you know when the treats came in. And you were dumb enough to fall for it!

(It was only your email. One you hardly had time to check..)

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Chifuyu waved as you started walking out with your son. He felt like a pervert when his eyes traveled to your backside. What God made you?! Round ass that had a slight jiggle, the way your jeans hugged every inch.. Your thighs! They'd look nice around his waist while he fu---

He let out a small gasp when a little middle finger made itself visible on your lower back. Kellen was basically pushing you out of the store while he glared at Chifuyu. But of course you didn't see it because Kellen mentioned he wanted to hurry home because he was getting hungry.

Chifuyu was so red. He'd put a strawberry to shame. What was wrong with him?! He oggled over you like you were a piece of meat and he was a starving dog! He really needed to find someone to love...

Too into his thoughts he failed to notice the back door opening. Kazutora huffed as he hauled in a heavy box full of new dog bowls. "A little help?"

Chifuyu didn't move an inch.

"HEY!!"

Chifuyu jumped and looked at his struggling friend. "Oh shit! Sorry!"

Kazutora noticed Chifuyu was pink all over. "What's wrong with you? Are you constipated again?"

"Huh?! No!"

Tora laughed, "Okay. You don't need to yell."

Chifuyu shook his head. "Sorry.- I just--... I think I may be in love?"

Again Kazutora laughed. "What's his name?"

Chifuyu gave him a dead panned look. "Fuck you! SHE was an angel! So damn curvy with a round cute face, her voice was so soft!.. She-- Wait! I didn't even ask for her name! Fuck!!"

Kazutora just stared at him. "Calm down it's not the end of the world."

Chifuyu thought for a second. "Damn, all I can remember is their last name."

"Their?"

He nodded. "She had a kid with her. I thought it was her brother or something since she looks pretty young but it was her son... L/n Kel?-- Kellen! He was looking for cat treats! You should have seen him too, I swear he looked just like--"

Kazutora cut him off. "Baji? Or me?"

Chifuyu's eyes widened. "Yeah! Wait- how did you know?! Don't tell me you know her?! Wait! Did you just say you??"

Kazutora had a lost look on his face. "Uh..Wait."

He walked away while Chifuyu stood there dumbfounded. "Huh?"

Kazutora wasn't even gone for a minute. He came back with a shoe box. Something he left under his desk for safe keeping.

Chifuyu peaked over his shoulder. It was full of letters, all from Kazutora's time in prison.

"Did you see which way she walked? Or the car she had?"

He furrowed his brows. "No but she gave me her email? For when we have the cat treats in stock."

He held up the paper, only for Kazutora to swipe it out of his hands.

"Hey! You'll lose it-"

A yellow envelope was placed into his hand. Chifuyu was awed at the little drawing on the corner. A Small blue cat silhouette was chasing a mouse..

"What am I supposed to do with this?"

Kazutora didn't even glance his way. He brought out his phone and began writing an email. He's been looking for you ever since he got out. Only to run into dead ends.

"Read it Chifuyu..."

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Kazutora felt like he was being judged. The shop was closed long ago but Chifuyu stayed in his spot and just stared..

"I can't-- you and Baji? Baji and you.. To that poor angel?--- What was she doing with that asshole?"

Kazutora shrugged. " No clue, but that's how we first met her. Listen, we were stupid okay. You know during the whole Valhalla thing-- We were stupid teenagers who saw a pretty girl and thought with their dicks... She gave her consent though! We didn't do anything to hurt her or against her will."

Chifuyu shook his head. A little disappointed in both of them. Baji wasn't the smartest at times but how could he be so carless? Why didn't he say anything? Did he know? Surely if he did, he'd still be here.. "Well, at least we know he's not yours. I mean, he was almost a perfect copy of Baji. Just his mom's eyes and nose." (*And a lighter version of you if you are POC. 🤎)

Kazutora felt a little disappointed.. but he shoved that down because that meant at least they had a small piece of Baji still walking around on this earth.

"I hope she checks her email soon.."

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(Let's take you back to the beginning.. Age 17.)

The bell that marked the end of the day rang about 20 minutes ago. But here you stood in the bathroom trying to clean your stained face. Your father had sent you a makeup kit for your birthday.

Well more like his new wife sent it to you.. He most likely forgot.

You spent all weekend practicing. At first you looked like a clown but eventually you got the hang of it. For once you felt pretty. You were actually excited to come to school as the new you!

But that didn't last long.. The same people who made your life miserable saw it as an opportunity to break your spirit a little more today.

You could handle the names all the girls called you. Piggy, Pork chop, Fatty. You've always been a little bigger than others, even your own mother called you something similar. After a while it didn't hurt so much.

The boys were a different story though. They were a little meaner... Mentally but more physically.

You hated the school uniforms. The skirt was above your knees and the shirts were too tight. Your mother hated that she had to pay extra when it came to your clothes.

Your thighs would be constantly pinched. Your breast would be grabbed. They harshly poked at your stomach or tried to reach under your skirt to grab your ass or as they like to call it "bacon".. All while making oinking noises..

Every teacher you told looked the other way. When you told your mother she basically laughed.

"Look at you. What boy in their right mind would bother? Stop lying for attention."

That's why when a new guy stopped you in the halls and asked if you could help him.

You ran the other way, you were slowly developing a fear of the male gender...

You left the poor guy shocked and alone.. That was the last of him.

NOT!

The guy kept bothering you.. You didn't have many friends, after constantly getting bullied, you ended up just keeping to yourself. You didn't trust anyone at all, male or female.

But the guy kept trying to sit with you while you ate lunch. He tried to walk you home. He tried to ask for your number or if you'd like to hang out on the weekend.

You kept telling him no. You told him to leave you alone because you knew he was just messing with you.

Probably a dare or something stupid...

He was fit and tall. He had dark brown hair and eyes. He was smart and handsome. It had to be a trick!

And it was...

After your torment you walked home with your head down. Eyes swollen from crying, a bit of smudged black liner under your eyes. You felt like a sad fat raccoon..

Your body had hit something hard and you stumbled back. You were about to say sorry but a familiar mocking snort made you look up.

5 guys stood in front of you with teasing smirks.

"Awe poor piggy. Did you bruise your bacon?"

"Look at the cracks her fat ass made on the sidewalk!!"

And what didn't shock you the body you ran into was the same guy who constantly bothered you. When it came to sensing when people were lying to you, well you were a champ. You've never been wrong..

He smiled down at you and kicked at your thigh. Trying to flip your skirt over. You flinched and held it down.

Usually you'd talk back, you'd fight back.. but today-- today you just felt hopeless. They could hear it in your voice. "Please just leave me alone. I just want to go home.."

You slowly tried to get back up..

"Aww what's wrong?"

One of the guys pushed you back down to the sidewalk by your shoulders. The one in front of you pushed your nose up with his finger to imitate a pig's snout.

All phones pointed at you as he began to sing a mocking song. 🎶"I got a knife, I got a fork. All I need is some pork, pork, pork.."🎶 it was a stupid song, usually you'd just roll your eyes and run home.. But the second they started making oinking noises, tears started to flow and your blood boiled..

You were at your breaking point.

You bit the inside of your cheek and made a fist. One of them noticed.

"Aww! Look we made piggy mad!"

"You think she'll start sizzling?"

The guy in front of you playfully pulled at your tear stained cheeks. "Oin--"

He didn't get to finish his insult. Instead...

He doubled over and began to cough. His fit grew so violent that he began to gag.

The other males just stood there with their mouths hung open... Your fist flew to the guys crotch so fast. They were all sure they heard a *pop* when you hit him. Was it his balls? Did they shatter? Or did you break your fingers?

"I fucking hate you! I hate all of you!"

You got up while the guy was on his knees. Your heel connected to his jaw and he flew back.

The males watched you for a good few seconds as you began to beat their friend with you bag. His face rapidly swelled from all the heavy books you carried around.

One finally snapped out of his daze. "You fat little bitch!--"

You felt hands grab onto your hair but they never pulled? When you fully turned around your eyes went wide.

What was this thing standing over them?

The other males were laid out on the ground. All groaning in pain or unconscious. You couldn't see what he looked like but you could tell he was a lanky one.

He held the guy (who you assumed had tried to yank you by your hair) by the neck. He let out a teasing giggle. "Hey now, that's not very nice. You should apologize to the pretty girl yeah?."

You backed away when your eyes landed on his tattooed hands. 'Sin and punishment?'

Nobody in your school had tattoos like that. Great, another crazy one...

(Like you just didn't almost beat one of them to death with a math book..)

A groan left someone's mouth when you backed up and stepped on their hand.

The guy turned and smiled at you. "Where ya going princess? ♡"

Fuck this, and fuck that.

You ran... All the way home.

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You learned his name was Hanma Shuji..

How? Well after that day he didn't leave you alone.

You did the same song and dance with this one.. "Leave me alone." "No thank you." "I can walk by myself." "I have to go home." "I don't want your candy, that's how you wake up in a tub of ice with your kidney missing."

He didn't fall for it. Everytime you turned he was there. Every morning he was in front of your house. Every day after school he was waiting by the gates..

Funny thing was, no one really bothered you anymore. And you were sure it was because of him. The girls who made fun of you always ran the other way, the boys didn't look at you but you did notice a few black eyes and broken arms..

What did Hanma want from you?

You kept your head down as Hanma slowly followed you home on his motor bike. He's been trying to get you to ride with him for 3 days now.

"Come on. I won't go fast." (Lies)

You shook your head. "I'm too heavy. Don't you have somewhere to be?"

He shrugged. "Not right now. Come on. Get on and I'll take you somewhere?"

You stopped and looked at him. Hanma wasn't bad looking, you really liked his eyes. He had a goofy smile and big ears and weird hair.. but you found it all cute. He was too cute.. Which is why you weren't falling for it.

You sighed. "Listen, just lie to your friends and say you did whatever it is they dared you to do. Get your money or bragging rights, whatever.. You don't have to keep bothering with me and pretending to be nice.."

He tilted his head.. There was that smile again.. "You're not a bother? And I don't need money. I'm just trying to hang out with you."

You rolled your eyes. He was good at lying. "Why? So we can look like the number 10 when we stand by each other? You don't even know me. I've never seen you before, you don't go to my school.. Just go away."

His smile dropped. "Well if you let me I would have known you better by now. I had to get your name from some dude I beat up.. And it's cause I think you're cute. Like a soft plushie you get in one of those claw machines y'know."

That was a first... "Uh, thank you? I think?"

He smirked. "You're welcome! Now, get on or I'll get off and make you. ♡"

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Where you were Hanma wasn't far behind. Even if he wasn't physically there, someone from Valhalla was acting as his eyes and ears when it came to you.. (but you didn't know that)

Speaking of Valhalla...

You knew he was in a gang but that was about it. It was fine, for the first time you felt like you had a friend. Even though he was a little scary, liked to beat up people for fun, a little mean-- Okay. He was just mean, mean.. But it was never aimed twords you so you looked the other way.

Even though you still didn't fully understand why he liked being around you. This friendship could work...

Or so you thought?

Hanma only confused you further when he took you out for ice cream. Even though he never made a snarky remark about how much you ate or anything. It took you a while to get comfortable enough to eat in front of him. Which he didn't understand because he ate twice as much as you did every time.

(Where did it all go?...)

Too into your ice cream you didn't notice Hanma staring at you. Having already finished his, he noticed a roge sprinkle get stuck in the side of your lip. You weren't a dirty girl so you reached for a napkin but he wasn't having any of that.

You gasped when he licked the side of your mouth. When you didn't pull away he took that as an okay to go farther..

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Hanma was experience when it came to this stuff, but you? Not so much. The day he took you out for ice cream was your first kiss together. It was probably the 100th one for Hanma but the very first for you.

That kiss turned into longing touches, holding hands, and more heavy things...

Hanma took every chance he could to get you in his lap. He always ignored the small protests and words of you saying you were "too heavy".

He usually shut you up when he turned you around and had you grinding against him. Every time you squirmed he dug his nails into your plush thighs and kept you right where you belonged. Using you to get himself off. It's not like you ever complained though, 1. You liked it and 2. the feeling of someone (who looked like Hanma) wanting you was enough to send your tiny ego on overdrive. And that sadistic side of him liked the fact he had a cute girl wrapped around his finger.

It was fine...

But after a while, it wasn't enough for him and he was getting bored... Well, more like impatient.

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It was the weekend and you were home... Alone. Again.

Your mother had gone out on a date that probably ended up with her going to his house or a sleezy hotel.

How much do you wanna bet that this one was already married too?... They always were..

You haven't heard from Hanma all day but you quickly learned that's usually expected of him. He usually went M.I.A for a day or two but you always got some form of apology.

(A teddy bear that he probably stole, snacks he took from someone. He always claimed he thought of you though..)

But sometimes you couldn't help but think...

What the hell does he do? Is it gang stuff? Is he with other girls? Could you be mad about that? It's not like you labeled whatever this was between the two of you. He still treated you like he usually did, only with extra touching?

' Maybe he found someone skinnier to hang out with? '

You shook your head. It's been a while since you put yourself down. You could hear Hanma scolding you in your head.*"How many times do I have to tell you to knock that shit off? You're perfect for someone like me. That's all you need."* Then he'd flick your forehead and move on.

He wasn't the greatest with words but at least he tried..

You made a face a rubbed between your brows. It was like he was actually there..

And he was... Ish?

Eventually you got tired of waiting up for your mom. She was grown and had her own key. If she stumbled down the steps you'll hear about it in the morning.

You were in between consciousness and dream land when loud *Taps* made you jump. You looked at your window but no one was there. You're mind automatically went to the boogie man..

You shook your head and scoffed. "Come on Y/n.. You're too old to be thinking like that. It's probably just the neighbors.."

But that kind of thinking didn't help since you shut your eyes tight and threw your blanket over your head.

*Tap, tap, tap*

' Boogie man, boogie man, Slenderman! '

They seemed to have gotten louder...

"Y/n open the damn sliding door!"

..... That wasn't your mom! It sounded like...

You jumped out of bed so fast. What was he doing here?!

You rounded the corner to the living room, sure enough, a tall silhouette stood in front of the door leading to the balcony. A low glow lit up his face when he took a drag from his cigarette.

You slid open the door and whisper yelled like your mom was home and she'd find you with a boy and laugh.. "What are you doing here-- How did you even get up here Hanma?! I'm on the 5th floor!"

He shrugged. "Fire escape. It's a good thing too. The one at the bottom was stuck from rust, I could have just saved your life." He laughed at your lost face before dropping his smoke and stepping on it. "You gonna let me in Princess or was all that climbing for nothing.?"

You looked cute when you scrambled away from the door and let him in. He looked around.

The space was nice and clean, even though it was dark he could see a bit of everything thanks to the light from the fish tank you had.

One loney gold fish in a huge tank? Weird...

He walked towards the hall. "Which ones yours?"

Before you could answer his eyes locked onto a f/c door. It was decorated with stickers and a small poster. "Nevermind, found it!"

He walked straight in and giggled when he turned on the light. "How cute."

Your room was really... You? Hanma honestly didn't know what he was expecting. He half expected to see a lot of school stuff, math posters, cute girly things and all that crap.

Nope.

He flopped on your bed and sighed. It was soft and smelled just like you. He looked up and saw you still standing at your door way. "Why you being shy? Want me to leave?"

You shook your head. "No! But uhm? What are you doing here? It's not that I don't want you here but you usually text me-- and my mom--"

His laugh cut you off. "I missed you. Plus I wasn't busy so, here I am. And I just happened to see your stumbling mom going into a bar a while ago. I didn't want my girl to be home all alone."

You rolled your eyes. Of course she was out drinking. It's not like you needed her tomorrow or anything- so much for spending the day together. Why couldn't she just love you? When your dad was around she-- nevermind. That life is over now.. If you ever had kids, you'd never put them last..

"Hey. Come here."

You looked up. Hanma still laid on your bed. Right in the middle of it.. His long limbs making your full sized bed look tiny.

You finally stepped into your own room. Hesitantly walking up to the side of your bed.

Hanma grabbed the end of your night shirt and twisted the fabric around his finger. It just rested at the middle of your thighs. "You always sleep like this?"

You nodded. "Yeah. I sleep hot so it's comfortable.. I can change-"

"Did I tell you to change?"

You shook your head. "No-- but- You haven't seen this much of me.. I don't even have a bra on. It's not right--"

Hanma clicked his tongue.

"Lay with me."

You furrowed your brows. "Can you move over then? You're taking up all the room."

He shook his head and tapped his thigh. "Sit right here."

You opened your mouth but he cut you off. "Don't you dare start that "I'm ToO HeAvY" shit. Sit on me Y/n."

You grumbled under your breath and tried not to embarrass yourself as you climbed on top of him. "You don't need to be so mean about it."

He let out his teasing giggle. "I have to be a little mean. It's the only way you'll listen."

++++++++++++++++

Sitting turned into a heavy make out session. That session turned into you grinding against his thigh, him doing the same to you..

It didn't take long for Hanma to end up on top of you, a place he's been dreaming of being... Right between your thick thighs.

The head of his cock slowly enters your wet folds. Pushing up against your tight entrance.

Your hands covered your face as you let out a small pained yelp.

That wouldn't do.. He wanted to see everything. But you were so embarrassed! You had begged him to turn off the lights when he yanked your shirt off and sucked in your nipples like a starved child, leaving marks to remind you that you were his. You begged him not to look when your underwear was torn and thrown to the side, twitching from just him spreading you open to see what was about to belong to him. You apologized over and over again when your plush thighs squeezed around his poor head, but Hanma never stopped his tongue from attacking your clit, he never slowed his fingers that curled deep inside of you.. Not until he had you cumming in his mouth. Sweet like the candy he always brought over when he apologized for leaving you by yourself for so long..

Sin and Punishment grabbed your own hands and pinned them to the side of you head. He wanted to see every face you made for him, hear every little sound. (And secretly making sure he doesn't hurt you anymore then he has to.)

"Tell me if I need to stop okay?" A small lie to make you more comfortable. His head was just pushing into your entrance and he could tell you were struggling.

All you could do was nod.

"Deep breath for me baby, relax for me.."

The second the air of your hot room filled your lungs you felt him slowly push in. You were so wet it was no trouble for him, treating it like a bandaid and shoving himself in one go. Why prolong the pain and make you suffer by taking his time? He knew what to do, he's done this many times before. The only strange thing was, he didn't really care about their comfort.. but you?

Your chest was rapidly rising and falling. He kissed away the tears that managed to slip from your waterline. He was dying to move! Your warm walls sucking him in, struggling to get used to the foreign object.

"Shhh, I got you."

Intertwining his fingers with yours he set a slow pace. Only pulling out halfway before sliding back in. Your pained noises were swallowed by him when he brought his body down so his lips could meet yours.

He smiled when he could feel you trying to buck your hips against his. Those little yelps of pain slowly turning into breathy moans.

Short shallow thrust became a little more harsher. His hips slamming into the back of your thighs. Your wet cunt made the lewdest noises, it was driving him insane..

Hanma felt a sense of pride when you whined out his name. His hands roaming down your arms to your tits. Squeezing them before moving on to your belly. This was his favorite part. How was it that your body was soft all over?

He settled on your hips, digging his nails into the doughie flesh. Driving himself more deeper, faster, harder. He wanted to be deep inside your belly.

You wanted to look away but you knew he'd be angry. What if he stopped? Oh God you did want him to stop.

The band in your stomach tightened even more when you looked up at him. Eyes heavy, pupils dilated, a small blush spread across his cheeks. The pants and small groans of your name leaving his mouth. Sweat rolled down his neck from the heat your bodies shared. His usual spike hair now laid flat on his forehead.

Your eyes traveled down to where the both of you met. His cock forcing its way in and out of your puffy pussy. Your slick coating him, rolling down his thighs and onto your bed sheets. You watched the muscles on his stomach twitch and flex. His hard body fucking into your soft one. It was becoming too much...

Hanma gritted his teeth when your soft walls began to squeeze his cock for all he's got. He hasn't even gotten to turn you over and have you from the back yet. He made the mistake of following your line of sight. A low moan left the back of his throat when he saw the ring of white decorate the base of his dick. 

A pathetic whine left your mouth before he started to roll his hips, dick so deep inside you felt a small pick of pain mixing into your high. Both the pain and over stimulation causing another orgasm to rip through you. 

You nearly screamed from the new found pleasure but Hanma lips smashed into yours. Tongues swirling together while breathing in one another's moans. The way Hanma went from low grunts to breathy moans and high whines made you shiver. Quickly pulling out his body nearly collapsed on yours, but he weakly held himself up.. You could feel his warm release dripping down the outside of your cunt. His softening length twitched against your sensitive clit. He whined as he caught his breath, burying his face into your neck so you wouldn't see his flustered face.

He's never sounded so beautiful? Soft? Venerable?...

If only you could hear his thoughts about you. All the dirty things he didn't get to do. He just got too lost in you... But that's okay, there's always next time... ♡

The world was a boring place for him. The people are even more boring... He hated feeling calm, at peace.

But now he laid on his soft fluffy girl... The only sound he focused on was your calming heartbeat making his eyes heavy. He found himself rolling the both of you over. Arms tightly wrapped around you, keeping you close to his chest. Legs tangled together..

He didn't bother to clean you off. You'll just get dirty again pretty soon. But for now? He just wanted to hold you.

For once Hanma Shuji. The Reaper himself, didn't mind calm...

......................

[jinmanian]

𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝕬𝖈𝖙: 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝑰: 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆'𝗿𝗲 𝗪𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴..

✦. ⋆ﾟ⊹ ꒰ა𖤍໒꒱ [ Character Death ﾉ Nudity ﾉ Talks of the inability to produce children ﾉ Dark theme ﾉ Alcohol ﾉ Adopted!Reader ﾉ Swearing ﾉ Reader wears a blindfold ﾉ Mentions of an affair ﾉ Body shame ﾉ Enjoy your read. ]

"𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘? 𝗔𝗡 𝗘𝗫𝗖𝗨𝗦𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗦 𝗧𝗢 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗠 𝗬𝗢𝗨. 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗜𝗦𝗡'𝗧 𝗔𝗡𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗔 𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗦𝗘."

𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌- "Young Master (𝗡)!" Your eyes shot open, water surrounding you. You slowly sat up noticing instead of peacefully drowning you were just in the bath unknowingly. Sighing in annoyance, turning off the shower head ❝How, disappointing..❞ You muttered, slowly stepping out the shower.. the air colder than usual, that voice sounded so familiar. So warm and comfortable.. Staring at yourself in the mirror, hot/cold showers always remind you of the ocean, the deeper the sea, the colder the sea.

Wrapping a soft towel around, your body sighing in dissatisfaction ❝Another miserable failure.❞ You thought, eyeing the bathroom door in ick. Slowly stepping out spotting it had been your favorite maid, Irina. Your private personal servant you chose willingly, examining all surroundings before existing completely. Sitting on the edge of the bed as Irina headed you freshly washed clothing with a kind smile, stepping outside while you slowly dressed. While you were deeply in thought, a knock startled you. Fortunately it was her, just checking and bringing you food. Her smile.. Her kind-hearted smile was everything you needed to brighten bits of your day.

You both sat together, you practically forced her to speak of her day. Staring at the now cold plate of food, setting it aside collapsing purposely with your head resting on her lap. Irina was surprised to say the least but was glad she could bring you comfort, even if you've slept your life away. All was at peace, the sun hadn't bothered you, your considered second mother was present, you weren't forced to be perfect nor do a thing and your little sister laid calmly beside you, really, peac- ❝wait what?.. When had she even got there? Did Irina know she had been there? Well, at least she was quiet.. that's enough for now.❞ You thought, slowly putting her hand on her head, slightly pulling her closer.

It was always like Irina knew of his attempts, every single attempt had its miserable failures. Pass days on edge without eating, not like it bothered you. You're little mister "perfect" aren't you? How unfortunate of you're past encounters with those 'parents' after the birth of your 'sister' they weren't able to produce children. Impatiently waiting for their one children to grow, taking on their legacy. It was unfortunate that life is more slower than death. Lying to that poor young one of having a older brother, really an orphan. After the couple annouced the return of their 'child' and would take on their legacy, those mortals were pleased and that poor child was more than confused

All good things one to an end, unfortunately their calming moment came to an end. ❝Young Master and Ms, Serenity you're parents have invited you all to eat breakfast. They know you all haven't eaten and would like to speak with you all.❞ Before the two could object Irina was already dragging them out. Sitting at that gloomy table, the chair across empty. It was that 'father' of yours, unfortunately he was executed for having a affair with one of the cooks.

❝Don't eat so much you already look like a pig.❞ That lady so casually insulted a young girl.. and for what? Serenity's an eater and had a sweet-tooth, that wasn't her fault therefore why did she have to be blamed for her weight? Serenity had tears in her eyes as she immediately left the dining room. ❝What an ungrateful child. I've given her everything and this is how she repays me? By eating like some pig!? God bless her soul, you're our only hope (𝗡).❞

Ungrateful? She was the ungrateful one. She was given such an angel of a child yet she treated her so terrible. She didn't have much of her father's appearance, all she had was the eyes of her father. You eyed that mistake of a food (through your blindfold) in ick, rising from your chair explaining to your 'mother' that you had practice to which she smiled and let you go.

You remember when Serenity's mother, Delilah had her watch her father's death so carelessly. The tears that young one cried, really how could such a heartless woman say such things to her own blood? The lack of respect that she had for her was annoying. Truly you were older than both of them, way older, truly you were a ancient part of them even being alive. How unfortunate of your death and to be receinarted in such a hell was unfamiliar and weird like a rewritten story the gods from above had for him.

You wanted to speak with Serenity, knowing she would be heavily effected by Delilah's harmful words, but she won't listen you've been through these situations with her beforehand and you knew how she got, she needed time to relax. He give her that time till further notice, for now he needed to attend this useless practices.

Those restless training was exhausting, why were you even put through all of THAT? It was time for the sun to rest and the moon to shine. While escorting yourself to your bedroom, seeing a bright light from your Serenity's room. Curiosity seemed to win over you and knocking gently on her door. Serenity opened the door with a frown till seeing it was (𝗡) made her smile brightly inviting you in immediately. Looking around her room to see where that bright light came from, (yes you can still see through your blindfold). There was a white and blue haired female on the screen and on the left there were 3 characters. Examining the characters – Lyney, Chiori and Freminet. ``What interesting character designs`` You thought to yourself. Serenity seemed to pick up on your curiosity and immediately explained. "This is a mobile game called Genshin impact! This is my main Focalor! I have her at C6 and level 90!" You nodded at her information but you could've swore Focalor looked at you for a moment..

Serenity allowed you to watch her play to which the game but weirder, while she was exploring this place called "Fontaine" everytime she switched characters they'd look directly at you for a split second then return to their original stance. It equally interested you and creeped you out. When Serenity left to go to the bathroom the characters randomly switched on it's own to a blond male with a braid in his hair that wasn't even on the character list that she chose.. the male looked at you and random dialog showed up that state ❝We're waiting your grace.. please return to us, we're watching.❞ The text immediately disappeared and changed back when Serenity entered the room, you were shocked and confused. What was this your grace thing? You don't even know who these characters were.. so how could they know you but you not know them?

You had up some randomly excuse for being tired and needed to get the appropriate amount of rest for tomorrow, to which Serenity pouted and begged you to watch her play for just a little longer till she showed you the All-devouring Narwhal boss. You knew she was stubborn therefore you had to take in the creepiness of this game and wait till the All-devouring Narwhal boss. Serenity had allowed you to pick what characters she should use. You saw she had all characters on level 90 and C6, you saw it as impressive and wondered how long as she played this game?

You obviously chose Focalor as one of them since that seemed to be her main and the other 3 were: Xianyun, Ga-ming and Navia. Although she stated that the Narwhel had Hydro resistance which you guessed Focalor was hydro she still decided to use her. She informed you of that elements, regions, Archons and so on while fighting the Narwhal boss. It was nice to hang-out with Serenity after a tough day and even learn about a new game, and creepy ass characters.

After the Narwhel boss fight you two said goodnight to each other and as escorted yourself to your bedroom like before you felt like you were being watched, though no one was around you speed walked to your room and closed the door. After closing all your windows which are suspiciously opened and covering them you checked your whole room from top to bottom feeling relived that no one was there. When you were getting ready for bed and when you were right in bed a paper slid under your door.

You sighed, having a feeling that it was Serenity wanting you to make her something since she hadn't eaten anything since Delilah said something about her weight. Picking up the paper and reading it's words: ❝We're watching you your grace.. return to us, please stop keeping us waiting. We've finally found you again and you're making us wait like this..? Either you come the hard way or the easy way my love.❞

— 𝓢𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓐𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻

Shivers ran up your spine as you knew bad well than to open that door, checking your room again only to see no one was around, you couldn't go to see as you opened the door and raced to Serenity's room, seeing she was okay had you relieved. Although she wasn't your actual sister that didn't mean you didn't have to care about her. You were more exhausted than ever and you saw that genshin impact was still on.. You were just about to leave when you heard your name and it wasn't Serenity's.. Turning around to see Focalor behind you, she touched your head and whispered into your ear as everything went dark.

❝We're awaiting your return your grace..❞

[𝓐 ✦𝓝] ^ 𝐀 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐈 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐈 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲!! ^

— 𝓢𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓡𝓪𝓰𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵

[candiedapplez]

I ask you all of the questions from that one reblog. Good luck/nf/j

Omg ok this will be a while then tehehehehehehhe im not complaining though!!!! Heres the questions so u can look at the questions and the answers!

1.this one is OBVIOUS!!! A-90 and Opheebop!!! DUUUUUUUH!

2.lighter. Ive never used a match before

3.ew no!!! I don't want buggies crawling in my room while im sleeping!!!! However i have before!

4. Aaaaaa ive never really gotten into that stuff so i cant really give an answer-

5. A really dark brown!!

6. Oops i did that again???

7. Well idk ive used both and they are both work really well! however i do think scrunchies are safer for your hair, i use normal hair ties more often because scrunchies are more bulky and yeah i dont prefer that, but both are great!

8. Six. I have six.

9.NONE! COFFE IS GROSS BLEEEEEEGH!!

10. Ofc!!

11. Does drawing count?

12. Good day!!!!! I havent cried yet so-

13. Not too long ago, like an hour ago actually. I had pizza! (Incase u were wondering)

14. HELL YEAH!!!

15. Nope and i never want to be 😗

16. NoooooOoOoO-

17. Nope i have perfect vision muah

18. I DONT WANNA SAY TEHE! (Sry)

19. Yea ofc!!! But they probably wont turn out good…

20. Soda…. Ive never seen or heard anyone say pop before….

21. Plushies!!!! I have a unicorn plush my old friend (we dont talk anymore since she moved) gave me for my 7th bday!!!! Yes i remember when, yes i still have it! And its in perferct condition!!! Also there was this one kid who ig had a crush on my and he gave me a basket full of stuff for valentines day and i still have said basket-

22. I have no clue what this means? I guess sensitive?

23. Love it!!!!!

24. Eating :] (and joking abt pushing each other off probably/JOKE/JOKE/JOKE/JOKE)

25. Aaaa i use all of them but i use lotion most so ig lotion?

26. Idk what to say for this one aaaaaagh

27. Like 5 i think? Ive been getting better with my sleep time!!!!

28. Not anymore, our school last year said we could take them off, however i was SO insecure about my face (still am, but not as much as before) so i would wear it every single day. If i showed up to school without one people got surprised. I stopped wearing them this year, however.

29. Hot????

30. THE FUCKING WATER BOTTLES!!!!

31. Theres a lot, i dont wanna get into it 😵‍💫

32…… is that a thing? People have favorite towels??

33. Hm my school took us on a field trip to a high school so we can see animals if that counts… (i have pictures btw if u wanna see them! We saw pigs, sheep, cows and bunny! I didnt take pic of bunny tho 😢)

34. LITERALLY EVERY SIX THE MUSICAL SONG HOLY SHIT IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS (the only ones i might mess up on are aywd and idnyl bc aywd is long and i dont listen to idnyl often)

35. Pst!!

36. Only once! My username used to have a 0 between the words (Candied0applez) but i changed it bc it made it sound like i candied no apples… but i was originally going to be called caramelapplez but i thought candied sounded better heheh)

37. The friend i mentioned earlier i met first day of kindergarden, her name is Alana, and this other girl Maya i met before kinder! We met eachother at a park and when we walked home we found out we were neighbors so we instantly became besties! (We still are to this day but she lives 30 mins away so i dont see her often-(

38. All…?

39. Sometimes!

40. Ice cream!!!

41. Empty. Coffee is gross

42. Hahahah yt, roblox and occasionally twitter!

43. HAND IT OVER BITCH!

44. Myself/j fucking donald trump 🤮👈🖕

45. NO ☺️

46. Oh god i dont watch any 🫢

47. | v

this actually was to the other girl i mentioned earlier! Maya! I found baby pictures of us when we were in 2nd-3rd grade and i showed her today!!!

48. Never and i dont plan on ever!

49. Never tried

50. GO AHEAD I GET SO EXCITED WHEN IM TAGGED IN SOMETHING AAAAA!

omg that took forever!!! Gosh i dont mind though!!! These were fun questions! Aaaaaaaa i enjoyed that tyty!

[jjcattt]

okay. let me break down your argument so I can try to see what the hell you're getting at here.

(under the read more because I accidentally wrote a whole essay, whoops) (also I got REALLY heated here so don't read it if you're not in the mood for that. take care of your mental health :))

"and when you let your children out they get kidnapped, murdered and trafficked"

that's why we teach children about stranger danger, and when they get older we teach them about self defence. we teach kids to look both ways when crossing the street, and don't let them leave the house unsupervised until they're old enough to learn those lessons (around 5 years old at the earliest).

cats have roughly the intelligence of a two year old child. if you would let a two year old just walk out of your house and out to god knows where without any supervision, THAT'S what makes you a bad parent.

then there's the fact that cats are smaller than two year old children, and so are more vulnerable to wild animals like birds of prey, foxes, coyotes, snakes, etc.

"no living being should be trapped inside a small square foot dwelling with no fresh air and sunlight"

first of all, if your house doesn't have fresh air or sunlight then you're probably living in a bomb shelter. almost every living space in the world has windows and ventilation, because guess what? humans like sunlight and fresh air too.

secondly, as I mentioned earlier, cats are small. they don't need as much space as people do, and are perfectly happy in the average home. if your house is so small a cat cannot live comfortably in it, it's probably not big enough for you either.

thirdly, if you believe that NO animal should be 'trapped' inside a house, then let's take this to it's logical end. surely you also disagree with keeping pet hamsters, rats, mice, gerbils, guinea pigs, parrots, budgies, rabbits, lizards, spiders, beetles, fish, and so many more animals that cannot be let outside, either for their own safety, or because it's logistically very difficult. do you disagree with keeping all of these animals as pets, or are you using a flimsy argument to feel better about yourself?

"life is about quality, not longevity."

alright, so if, to use your 'children as cats' metaphor, a child doesn't want to eat anything but candy, their parents let them and they die of malnutrition at the age of five, you would see that as good parenting? after all, the child was happy when they ate candy, and you believe that if a child is happy it's okay if they die because of it.

what's that? you disagree? you think that's child abuse? congrats, you have more than a single grain of intelligence.

I'm really not trying to sound pretentious and holier-than-thou here, and I'm sorry if this severely upsets you, but the fact is that pretty much any vet you talk to will tell you that letting house cats outside not only halves their expected lifespan, but damages local ecosystems and can cause other pets to be injured or killed (eg, if a cat finds their way into a chicken coop).

if you want an animal you can take outside, get a dog or consider leash training a cat (which you can do by the way), and if you want a cat, for the love of god, keep it inside, don't declaw it, get a scratching post, get it neutered, and if you're ever unsure about something, google it, and only trust sources with some form of resume, like vets or people who have owned cats for decades.

in fact, don't trust me at all! you don't know who the hell I am! go online and find sources! do your own research! read scientific papers on the effects of letting cats outside, I'm sure they exist!

alright I'm done being mad. go pet your cat if you have one and give them a little kiss on the forehead for me.

[oceaneyesinla]

🍓🛼🪐🍅🌸 for the ask game please 💖

🍓 how did you get into writing fanfiction?

Honestly, it's been so long that I don't remember the specifics. The first thing I wrote fanfic for was probably Harry Potter, PJO or Eragon. The stuff I wrote when I was younger was barely disguised self insert stuff and it wasn't good but it was exactly what I needed at the time

🛼 describe your latest wip with five emojis

🫂🤝🏻🩹🥹💜

🪐 name three good things going on in your life right now

1) I have a TON of friends here and I love every single one of them! You guys are all so talented and friendly and welcoming and I will keep telling you I love you until forever

2) I'm starting to feel better! I started antidepressants again at the start of August, and I also got signed off work at the same time. I'm still struggling, but I feel SO MUCH BETTER than I did, and I'm proud of myself for doing something about it

3) my friend invited me to go on a dog walk with her earlier in the week, and she said we should do it again. She's absolutely wonderful, and I love her so much. She's dealt with a lot of the same mental health stuff that I have, and it meant so much that she reached out and checked in, and asked me if I wanted to meet up when I said I didn't feel great

🍅 give yourself some constructive criticism of your own writing

I very much have a niche, and I struggle to think of ideas outside of that niche. I also don't think I'm very good at being descriptive.

(I really go back and forth on whether I think my writing is good or not tbh - it's average but I'm okay with that because it makes me happy)

🌸 do you have any pets? If you do, post some pictures of them

I am not allowed pets in my flat :( it's a stupid rule and I don't like it. If I COULD have pets, I would have guinea pigs because I had them as a kid and I love them! They're so cute and they make cute noises and they look funny when they eat dandelion leaves

writers truth and dare ask game

[septusuki]

"Unfortunately, Yujia-san," Kuo Shenlin lay idly in her king-sized bed with a apologetic expression on her face. Clothed in little more than her silky black pyjama-dress, her free hand slipped under the covers to adjust one of it's seams as she looked over her schedule. "I just don't think I can squeeze you in..."

Sighing, the large Lily rolled over slowly to face her girlfriend. "Well, you're used to that, right?" Suave as ever, the hand that'd snuck under her duvet found it's way over to Yujia Wang, tickling her underneath the hem of the girl's button-up pyjama top. "You squeeze into a lot of things these days, don't you?" Giggling a bit as she teased her partner, Shenlin dragged her own heavy body across the mattress so she could spoon Yujia's hip.

"M-Mhm..." Yujia couldn't help but laugh at her own embarrassment. She couldn't argue with a single thing Shenlin had said, and certainly couldn't stop her doing whatever she wanted to her body. "Are you really that busy?" Patting the space just beneath her pillow-sized breasts - as far as her arms could reach across her utterly obese body - the lardy Lily blushed again as she watched Shenlin cuddle up against her.

"Well," Shenlin began as she burrowed her face into the hanging flesh of her girlfriend's chest. Yujia's boobs alone were big enough to spread across her entire fat front, hanging over each side to almost rest on the bed's surface. Perfect for nuzzling. "I've got a shoot at 12, an interview at 2, then I've just got to have lunch." Patting her well-fed belly, Shenlin licked her lips; food tasted oh-so good to the fattened Lily, but it felt so much better after a hard day of work. "And then... I'll need to be measured for next week's shoot," the Lily traced a line along her waist, imagining the measuring-tape biting into her love handles, only a few hours later. "I've got a meet-and-eat, and then... Well, I'll have to sleep it all off!" Chuckling at how much of a mess she was, Shenlin's breathing became labored and slow.

After GEHENA had discovered that excess calories - fat - stored Magi just as effectively as a Lily's blood, it was only a matter of time before all of Hitotsuyanagi - and all of Yurigaoka, for that matter - became fat-inflated blubber-sacks. Yujia Wang, having a sniper's skillset, red-facedly embraced her own immobility, whilst Kuo Shenlin became an obese apple of fat, waddling about and letting the world admire how chunky she was. GEHENA estimated that 85% of the Lily population had passed the morbidly obese mark, and these two lardass lovebirds were simply exemplary in their field - the field of being overindulged fatsos, that was.

"S-So busy..." Yujia huffed, her flabby cheeks swelling with a red frosting of embarassment. For these two fatties, 'busy' meant a hard day of forcing food into their faces, preening over their own plumpness, and letting their freshly-fattened bellies be measured, analysed, and rubbed - emphasis on the last one, usually. "And... When is rehearsal?" Besides bloating her own BMI, Yujia had only one actual responsibility - as a new Idol Lily. Alongside Shenlin, she'd at least try to dance on stage - but the backstage buffet made it all worth it, of course.

"Rehearsal?" Shenlin giggled, giving her girlfriend's navel a tickle. "Well, that starts as soon as you can get out of bed!" With a sharp click click, the patented GEHENA-GROWTH feeding tubes popped out of the canopy of the calorie-filled pigs' pen-sized bed.

[bluestarrysky1]

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, pulling the stack of documents in front of me, raising my pen and preparing myself for another sleepless night. Not from the work itself- no, I did not rise to the position of General in the demon army to be afraid of a few measly pages- but from another thing entirely that was terrifying enough to cause nightmares.

"Whatcha doin'?" A woefully familiar voice cried out and and bright blue eyes were shoved in my vision.

"Mortal." I tsked and shoved her head away with my palm, marvelling at how she could stand that repulsive shade she dyed her hair- bubblegum pink she'd called it. I prefer to call it a monstrosity. "I told you not to bother me while I'm working."

"Yeah, I know." Jasmine shrugged and draped across the second armchair and helped herself to one of my cookies. The audacity. I was looking forward to eating those later. Yet I couldn't bring myself to bite back upon seeing the smile blooming across her face.

"Then why are you here?" A headache started to form at my temples- one that seemed to appear only when she was in the room.

"I got bored, Aaron."

"How can you be bored? I ensured your room was filled with commodities humans liked- books, strange movies with- frankly- offensive depictions of my kind, paper, and even colouring pencils. Do you understand the lengths I had to go in order to get colouring pencils approved? Especially after the Great Colour Massacre of '98?"

"Oh I've been meaning to ask you about that since everyone keeps mentioning it." Jasmine yawned. "But I can't be bothered to hear another boring legal sermon. Got enough of that from the humans on Earth. Feels like I'm back home again."

"You should go home," I muttered childishly, not meaning a single word of it yet I would never say it out loud. I'd never live it down.

Jasmine threw a lazy smile my way and twirled a knife between her fingers. "And deprive you of my wonderful company? Never."

She continued to chatter about random things from her day- like how she bonded with the staff in the kitchen (Devil knows why they like her), irritated some officials to the extent that they set the ends of her hair on fire (so that was the weird smell). Normally, I was able to drown out her words and treat them like white noise, but today she seemed to be more interested in my work than usual.

"That looks interesting." She pointed to a red file on the 'completed' pile. "What's it about?"

My heart sank and I stopped writing, taking off my glasses to look at her in the eye. "Minister Belthazor died earlier today, and that is the incident report."

"Oh thank goodness." Jasmine's shoulders dropped and she let out a relieved sigh. "I thought something serious had happened."

"Jasmine!"

"What? I never liked the old git and I know you didn't either! He was such a huge pig I'm surprised no one offed him earlier."

"Well you certainly tried." I sniffed, leaning back in my chair and recalling the incident two weeks ago where she tried to slit his throat with a pair of scissors. Thanks to that, scissors are banned in all government houses and most schools use plastic ones now.

"I don't regret it!" She declared, tilting her chin upwards with pride. It was this arrogance that caused her to never back down from a fight, and me to drag her away from lunging at powerful demons. "He was being racist to you, and I can't stand seeing my friends being bullied."

"Oh so we're friends now?" I sneered, ignoring the warmth that spread through me at her words. Friends. Have I ever had one of those?

"I've put up with you for a year, so of course we are. So, how did he die?"

I graciously ignored the insult. "Someone sent him a flower bouquet and a pie as a present and he didn't think to check it properly. You see, they both contained poppies- the one thing that demons are deathly allergic to." I didn't mind telling the Pink Human this- demons have an extremely sensitive sense of smell. The only reason the minister was unable to detect it was because it had been masked with another scent.

"Makes sense, that's how I would do it. It's a pretty effective technique."

My head snapped up and it felt like a band was tightening around my chest. "What?"

She didn't respond, staring and picking the edge of her cuticles while humming a song I knew was a human children sang- I believe it was called 'Ring a ring o' roses'?

"Jasmine," I said softly, straining my ears to make sure that no one was outside. "Where were you this morning?"

She looked up, the innocence in her wide eyes contrasted by the smirk playing on her lips. "I was out picking flowers, Aaron." Her gaze was wide and unblinking as a sudden chill crept over the room. "I told you, I can't stand seeing my friends being bullied."

The scariest phrase that can come out of a Human’s mouth is “Makes sense, that’s how i’d do it”