#making yippee noises is enough. right? right?

[crest-of-gautier]

YIPPEEE!!!!!!!!!!

[victoria-grimesss]

tear you apart - part III

Part one: here    Part two: here 

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-> Pairing: König x fem!reader

-> Words: 4.1k

-> Warning: MDNI!, the mask stays ON, unprotected sex, semi-rough sex, König is a giver and a worshiper, some jealousy, mushy feelings, fluff, things are getting cute!!

-> A/N: thank you 100 followers yippee!! masterlist is in the works, let me know if you like the direction this is going and I'm open for any storyline suggestions :) 

You were standing in the courtyard, skipping breakfast today since you just weren’t feeling it.

The ice on the ground had recently been salted so you didn’t slip this time around. The mountain-scape to the north of the base was picturesque and you enjoyed coming out to this area for seclusion and clean air. 

You slipped on a thick black scarf today to conceal the evidence of last night and to help with the fact the heating unit in your dorm section went out overnight so you made sure to bundle up extra. It would have been easier to warm up if König was in bed with you but alas he wasn't. 

It was the morning after your rendezvous with König and to say you were sore was an understatement. The marks he left were scorched on your skin. It pained you to drag yourself to the shower after that night, washing away the smell of him on you. You examined yourself afterward and he was not delicate with his placement. Dark purple marks dotted your jawline and down your neck. Teeth marks are evident too. Purple painted your hips in the same shape of his fingers and if you concentrated hard enough you could still feel his grasp on you. You thought deeply of that night as you took in a deep breath of cold air, butterflies danced in your stomach and the embers of that night flickered within you. 

“Hey Y/N!! Funny seeing you here!” Bennet, one of the new recruits you befriended recently, was walking toward you while warming his hands. He was alright looking, he would be handsome if your brain wasn't already preoccupied replaying the unholy things König had done to you the previous night and thinking of the other things he could do to you.

“It’s quite cold out here, you actually like it?” He has that picturesque crest bright white smile and he's clean shaven, his eyes stay locked on your lips for a bit too long and you shuffle your feet bringing the scarf up to your mouth to breath heat into it.

“I don’t mind it, it's refreshing out here. Easy to relax, gets a bit much inside sometimes.”

He laughs, it’s light and he's everything opposite of konig. He's soft where König is hard, and light where he is deep. 

“Not used to such close quarters? It’s not all that bad right? Pretty girls like you make it much easier.” 

Oh.

He's flirting. 

You assumed he wasn't out here for friendly conversation after all, I guess he didn't hear word of the noises coming from the colonel's office the other night and that someone had seen you exit.

“Look Bennet-”

“Enjoying the weather?” His voice booms as the door slams open, his shoulders are back and his head held high. You’ve become conditioned into becoming tense with anticipation just at the sound of his voice.

He walks over, you wonder how long he was watching before he busted out of the door, did he see Bennet flash his hollywood smile at you like a bird flashes his feather during courting season? He seems wound up, tense and his eyes are dark.

Bennet straightens his back, greeting his superior, not knowing of the connection the two of you have. Your eyes bounce between the two. 

“Colonel sir, I was just speaking to my friend Y/N-”

“Were you now? I could swear you had-” he moves his arm, his sleeve slipping from his watch and he brings the watch to his face. “-Bathroom and laundry duty at about this hour, soldier? Or am I mistaken?” König stands at his full height, towering over Bennet and bringing both arms to cross his chest.

“No, sir you’re not I was just-”

“You will do your job and do as you're told, you'd be best to stick to it yea?” He’s mean and gritty but you like it. He asserts his authority without forgiveness and you assume that's why he has the rank and position he does. His gaze never leaves Bennet, the other man shrinking under his spotlight.

“Yes, of course sir.” Bennet shuffles off, your gaze is on the door he left in and the courtyard is silent. There's a long pause and it feels like time has frozen.

You hear König take a deep inhale and slowly release the exhale.

Then he turns his body so it faces you completely.

He’s equipped himself with all his gear today and he looks massive as usual.

“Mein süßes Mädchen you look lovely today.” 

“König, that was quite crass how you treated Bennet, he's a friend of mine.”

His eyes visibly roll,

“I know you come out here to clear your heads and for that you need solitude my love.” 

“Well you’re out here so I can't clear my head now can I?”

“I thought my company would be enriching for your experience.” His eyes crinkle and you meet them, admiring how the black paint around his eyes makes his blue eyes brighter.

“Your company is always very enriching.” You mean this in more than one way of course. If the others at base knew that you talked so casually with the colonel they would be shocked, yes he can be intimidating when needed but sometimes he is sweet.

“You certainly seemed to enjoy your visit to my office, I hope the grand tour met your standards.”

“They most definitely did, and then some.” You blush, bringing the scarf to your mouth again to warm yourself.

He tilts his head at your action.

“You hide the marks I gave to you?” 

“Well, I’m not sure you wanted the others to know that we’re ya know… sleeping together.”

He scoffs,

“I would love everyone to see them, it is a visible mark of my admiration to you, my loyalty to you. If others have problems with it they can take it up with me yea?”

His hand makes its way to your cheek and he cups it in his palm, your eyes close and admire the way you can easily sink into his touch so easily.

He moves his hand from your cheek to the scarf, unraveling it and he takes a deep breath when he reveals the many marks he scattered on you. The scarf stays in his grasp and he takes your chin in his grasp with his forefinger and thumb turning your heads up to him. His eyes are dark again as he looks upon you.

“You are beautiful, I will only be upset for a moment when these marks vanish because it gives me a reason to scatter you with even more next time.” 

His romantic words never fail to erupt butterflies within you and you are still astonished at how he can be such different men, a violent soldier, a soft romantic, and a starved lover.  

He clears his throat, hands moving from your chin to your shoulder and down your arm until he gathers your hand in his. He moves your hand under his mask and kisses your fingers gently, his eyes never leaving yours and you get a feel for his lips on your skin and you shiver but not from the cold this time.

“It pains me to leave you Schatz but I will see you later, don't go messing around with other boys alright? They’re no good for you.” 

“I wouldn't dream of it.” You smile and part ways, this day could not go any slower.

—

Never had you had a hard time concentrating before, you’re a trained soldier and damn good at your job, you’ve taken out squads of men with no alarm raised or suspicion drawn but the only thing on your mind as you’re in the gym is König. König, König, König. He’s like a parasite, digging and infesting in your brain, ruining all other men and options for you. It's only him now.

You try to avoid the stares in the gym, the workout top you wear hides very little of the bruises and lingering teeth marks and you just try to tune out the side eyes and lingering looks. 

As your workout ends you make your way to the locker-room and Bennet once again invades your vision.

“Hey Y/N- oh shit, someone really did a number on you! Didn't know a girl like you was into all that.” He winks and his eyes are only on the marks not looking you in the eyes.

“Oh these, yea well ya know how it is, girls got needs.” You give a halfhearted laugh just wanting to shower.

“Oh I know very well, if you ever need help with those needs I can definitely help you with those.” He's smirking and you grow sour at these unwanted words, about to tell him off when a hand slams onto his shoulder.

“I appreciate your concern, but her needs are well taken care of in my hands, right Schatz.” He always comes to you right when you need him and his eyes are so dark and his grip on Bennet’s shoulder is so tight the clothes are heavily wrinkled under his hand. Bennet’s eyes are wide as they race from you to König.

“I-um I didn't know you were with him.”

“It’s an honest mistake, she’s a very pretty girl and a wonderful lover. I am extremely lucky to have her. But I’ll let you know if you ever speak to her in this manner again I won't hesitate to crush you alright?”

Bennet's face has gone pale and he scurries off once König releases him, holding his shoulder as he leaves.

“König.”

“Come with me.”

He gives no room for argument. He grabs your hands and whisks you away out of the gym. You have to walk at double speed to keep up with his pace.

“König, I need to shower.” You try to protest but he keeps walking.

“I will have you as you are, you think a little sweat will deter me?” His voice is deep and you know seeing another man pester you twice in the same day has sparked some kind of primal urge within him. You have no complaints either way.

“Where are we going?” The twists and turns of the base make you dizzy and he moves with such speed you've gone into a trace following him blindly just watching the way he knows this place like the back of his hand. 

“Quiet, you'll know soon enough.”

People sure have a staring problem around here because they stare you down as he leads you down the halls.

You finally reach the door and he opens it and ushers you in quickly closing it and slamming you against the door. 

Your heart is racing again as it does when he's around and his hands can't seem to be still upon you; they trace the lengths of your hips to your waist, bringing you closer to him each time.

“Meine Taube forgive me but I must have you, you understand right? All of them stare, they wish to be in my position but I know none of them could touch you as I do, feel you as I do.” 

You stare through your lashes up at him and he discards his helmet leaving his mask and the rest of his gear on.

“I would never have anyone as how I have you, how I let you have me.” 

He groans, leaning over you and his head rests on your shoulder before he lifts his mask just above the peak of his nose, exposing his jaw and lips to you. You’re left silenced and before you can think to utter a sound his lips crash to yours and he consumes your moans and whines as if he's starved.

His hands become crazed and he holds your hips and lifts you so you wrap your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck. 

He groans as he grinds his hips into yours, your back pressed against the door and your hand wanders under his mask from behind and you grip his hair tugging it forcefully. He pulls back from your lips at that moment and you get a good look at his lips. They're parted and kiss swollen, he's panting and the stubble on his jawline sends another wave of heat downwards.

He smirks and you can see the sharpness of his canine teeth, you can practically feel them already.

“See something you like?” You meet his eyes and your face darkens.

“I see a lot of things I like.”

His mouth crashes back onto yours and he continues his assault until he locks his lips onto your neck once again biting, licking, and sucking with no abandonment. You throw your head back, hitting the door but you feel no pain or really anything besides him and the heat radiating from between your legs.

“Lets get the prinzessin somewhere more comfortable yea?” He carries you the distance to his bed and in the short walk you see he has a much bigger bed than provided to the rest of the troops, makes sense, you doubt he can even fit into the regular sized ones. His bedding looks comfortable, the bed made neatly and everything in his room is neat and pristine. Up to code.

He lays you down onto the bed and you sink into it, you nearly moan at how comfortable it is.

“Not fair you get such a comfortable mattress and I’m subjected to a damn near plywood board.”

He laughs in between kisses as he unbuttons your shirt.

“Liebling you will never see your bed again, I must implore you spend your nights in mine.”

He sucks and kisses down your chest reaching behind you and undoing your bra clasp with one hand and throwing it far across the room.

“I-I would have a much better time sleeping here. I wouldn't mind that.”

“We wouldn't do much sleeping.”

Oh. So bold.

You throw your head back as he cups one breast and latches his mouth to the other.

“I’m sorry my love, I didn't get to indulge you in this last time.” He kisses again. “But I swear no where will be left untouched on you, I’ll have to be killed to be parted from you.”

You hands grasp anywhere they can as he continues his ministrations and you grasp his shirt.

“Take this off, now.”

He leans back on his knees and stares down at you, eyes heavy with lust.

“Your wish is my command.” He strips himself of the chest gear and shirt in record time and his chest is heaving as he leans atop of you again. His dog tags dangling over you, catching the spare light in the room. His mouth kisses down your stomach, the cool metal of the tags freezing after his searing lips, and unbuttons your pants sliding the zipper down with his teeth. You feel his hot breath on the front of your panties and the sight of him is ponographic.

“Oh god König I’m going to fucking explode if you dont hurry it the fuck up.” You groan and twist your hips to get him to do something, anything.

“Schatz you are too hasty, you are like artwork. I need to admire you as you are and appreciate what lies before me. Be patient and you will be heavily rewarded.” He strips your pants off maintaining eye contact the whole time and kisses from the band of your panties all the way back to your lips and he kisses sweetly this time touching the now exposed thighs and places his whole hand on your heat cupping it in his hand and he groans once more. 

“You make my self control crumble you know that?” He traces his fingers up and down your core sliding your panties to the side to continue the motion.

“I cannot help myself when I’m around you, you could say the most awful things to me and I would still kiss the ground you walk on.”

“I would never say anything mean to you König, never.” He kisses your lips and you bite his lower lip as he leans back.

“I know you wouldn't, that's why I keep you all to myself.”

He slips a finger in and you clench around him, growing hotter and panting heavier. You move a hand down his broad expansive chest, scars littering it as proof of the man he is, of the hard work he's done. You cup him as well, stroke him over his pants and he sucks in a breath his movements of his fingers stutter.

“Liebling, Scheiße”

You look at him innocently as you unbutton and unzip his pants, releasing him from his boxers and taking him in your hand.

“What? I’m not doing anything.” You smile and stroke him lightly, his hips thrust into your hand and his eyes lock onto yours like you're treading thin ice.

Your thumb circles the tip collecting the leak that sprouts from him and he shudders again.

His fingers work on you faster and your hand gets uncoordinated on him and your vision starts to go hazy.

He hums, clearly pleased with his work on you.

“What wrong soldier, having trouble concentrating?” He laughs and you don't hear him anymore as you reach your peak, your hand that's not gripping him carving nail marks into his shoulder.

He draws two more orgasms from you with his fingers alone, you can imagine his fingers are pruned now with how soaked he's managed to make you. Your mind has been melted, remolded and melted again. You had let go of your grasp on him to hold tightly to his shoulder but he didn't seem to care, his mind was only on preparing you for the main event. His tip was leaking and had made a sizable puddle on your midsection.

“You think you’re ready for me now mein liebling?” He holds himself in his hand tracing the tip across your core and you scoot yourself closer to him trying to inch him in, he holds you hip in place.

“You heard me? You ready my dear?”

“Yes König, just get on with it, I can't wait any longer.” 

“Of course my love.” He leans down to capture your lips and at the same time your tongues meet he enters you and it's the most lovely feeling you've ever felt. A tear slips down your cheek and if the sun exploded right now you would have no care in the world.

He sinks fully and brushes hair from your face, kissing your cheek and moves his hips out then back in to start a good rhythm. You both groan at the initial feeling and your hands move under his mask that has now dropped back down over his face to cup his jawline. He moves his head in your hand and kisses your palm, his eyes heavy on you, eyelids droopy and pupils dilated so wide his eye color would be perceived as black and not their original blue color. 

You moan softly and the hand that was braced holding himself has moved to your hip and you look between the two of you and observe the way you connect. You can feel the coil in your stomach start to tighten up once again. König is insatiable, he dives into your heat with no sign of stopping, each breath whine and moan that escapes your lips only adds to his stamina and pleasure. He starts to speed his thrusts and the metal bars of the bed start a rhythmic banging against the wall, if you weren't so drunk off of him right now you would feel back for the neighbor but you don't care right now and can only think of König as he fills your vision. The new marks on your body sting and the way he grips your hip has you dripping on him and you can hear the evidence and you know he can too.

“You are a goddess incarnate, you know that. Like a siren I am drawn back to you each time I leave you. You pull me back into you so deliciously I cannot ever leave, I could spend all eternity inside you and never grow bored.”

His words tighten the coil within you even more and you throw your head back, drawing more and more like into his back and he growls.

“Yes Liebling, use me to express your pleasure, take it out on me and I shall give it back to you a thousand times. I can feel you getting closer, do not hold back on me.”

He's harsh now with his movements and he's getting closer too, he's moved your legs to his shoulder and he's delved even deeper into you and you nearly, no you do scream his name, and it's loud.

“König, I'm close, don't stop.” He continues his abuse and his thrusts grow unrhythmic. He bends over you, your head is thrashing side to side as you near your limit and he holds your head steady in his large grip making you look straight at him. His dog tags sway in front of your vision like a metronome keeping you in this trance-like state of euphoria.

“Look at me. Good girl, go ahead and make a mess.” He fucks you through your orgasm and he follows right behind you, thrusting deep and you both are locked in a gaze. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you take a deep breath in and let it out, deflating under his gaze and your brain feels mushy.

König shifts, “My love, darling.”

He snaps his fingers in front of your face. His eyes crinkled again and if his eyes could be heart shaped they definitely would be right about now.

“There she is.” He places your legs back on the bed and removes himself carefully kissing you hard on the lips and again on the cheek before he gets up and once again cleans you up, he's topless but in the heat of the moment he never did take off his boots or pants. 

“Thank you.” You say, your voice horse as he's cleaning you up and providing you with clean panties and one of his shirts to wear.

“You don't need to thank me darling, I enjoy taking care of you. You truly deserve it.”

You get up and change into his shirt, it pools on you but it smells of him.

“Beautiful, you should wear my clothes more often.” He watches you like a hawk as you stumble to the bathroom, legs feeling like jelly.

“If shirts 5x my size were part of the military dress code I would take your words into consideration.” 

You hear him laugh as you close the bathroom door and relieve yourself, looking in the mirror you look utterly destroyed, you smooth over your hair and splash your face with water, taking the time to brush your teeth as well.

His bathroom is pristine and smells like citrus, another green flag, he knows how to keep clean.

“I used your toothbrush if that’s alright.” You stop in your tracks, he's striped down to only his boxers and mask. He’s built like a greek god but he’s got some thickness along with his muscle you assume at his age he's just grown more sturdy.

“You’re going to catch flies if you keep your mouth open like that, lay with me. Relax.” He’s laid back on a pillow, only the light of his bedside lamp illuminates the room and he's made a small nest of pillows on your side.

You nestle yourself in the crook of his arm and he wraps his arm around you kissing the top of your head and humming softly a song you don't know.

“Did you mean those things you said, it wasn't just your brain turned to sex mode right?” You beat yourself a bit for plaguing him with the job of reassuring you of his feelings but you want to know his feelings are true.

His hold on you gets a bit tighter.

“I have never felt more sure about something in my life, you have come into my life so suddenly and I will move mountains to keep you in it. I told you I will worship the ground you walk on so let me show you.” He kisses your face in multiple places and all your worries melt away with his touch.

His words glaze over your brain like honey and butterflies erupt from it in droves, you have never even seen this man's full face yet you are so sure you would devote yourself fully to him as he says he will do for you. You fall asleep to the sound of him humming and have never felt more at peace.

[suzayaaa]

ೃ⁀➷ 11:47 PM ☆.｡.:*

𓆩⟡𓆪 pairing: anton x reader

𓆩⟡𓆪 word count: 1.0k

𓆩⟡𓆪 themes: fluff, established relationship

𓆩⟡𓆪 warnings: thunderstorm

𓆩⟡𓆪 suza’s note: first anton post yippee

The storm is loud. It’s heavy, dark, and almost agonizing, and as you’re choosing a movie to watch, you can’t help but look outside the window. It’s something between awe and terror—the sky, although dark and kind of foggy, roars every few seconds, making the silence of your and Anton’s shared apartment somewhat disturbing.

You don’t think much of it when your feet carry you through the dark home to the spare room. You open the door softly. The blue light from the computer screen gleams on his face, defining his features in the otherwise unlit room. You walk over to him and tug at his sleeve. He flinches, eyes jolt to your face only to relax immediately.

He moves the headphones from his head to his neck. “Yeah? What’s wrong?”

“What are you doing?” You look at the screen and observe the character’s flowy movements in the game’s lobby.

“Playing, wasting time,” he sighs as he turns his chair toward your body. His big hands land on your waist, touching it through the material of your pajamas barely, but securely. “Why? Is everything okay?”

You hum and the room and the sky flash pure white for two seconds and a loud growl follows. It echoes through the walls to the floor and to your feet, crumbling into your skin and clutching your muscles and lungs and throat and squeezing the air out of you in one sharp motion. Just as your hands grip Anton’s forearm, the world turns quiet and black again. You look back at Anton, not realizing your head snapped toward the window, and gulp.

“Hey,” he massages your sides with his thumbs, eyeing you attentively, “it’s okay. Come here.”

He pulls you closer until you’re sat on his lap. Your face buries in his chest, calves hanging loose on the side of his gaming chair as your fingers start to play with the hem of his shirt. His left hand moves to your hip to steady you and the other one goes back to the keyboard lit up in a pretty neon rainbow.

“I’m not that scared of thunders,” you mumble into his body, although you’re pretty sure you don’t sound that confident. “This one is just kinda,” your voice fades away because you don’t really know how to describe it.

It’s big, loud, and scary, and every time you look at the blinding thunders or hear the grumbling noises it feels as if it’s coming straight for you, your boyfriend, your apartment, and everything and everyone else around you; as if it’s going to strike right through your window and kill both of you, or worse—kill one of you and leave the other one in eternal pain, fear, and agony of losing a partner and make one of you suffer every time there is a storm.

“I know, I could hear it through the headphones, even though I think they’re noise-cancelling. I thought you’d be asleep by now.” His soft breath fans the top of your head as he logs off the game and closes all apps. You glance at the time in the right corner of the screen—11:47 pm—and hum.

“I wanted to watch a movie. Not like I’d be able to fall asleep anyway.” Anton chuckles at that, and although it comes off awkwardly, you ease into his chest when it vibrates against your ear.

“We can do it now if you want,” he offers as he turns his PC off. The keyboard and the mouse’s neons slowly fade out, leaving you in pitch black.

You hum absentmindedly. The storm seems closer without the light, more real. Your muscles stiffen at the thunder growls, even under your boyfriend’s touch.

His arms move under your knees and back as he pushes the chair away from the desk and gets up. You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck, although he doesn’t display any trouble carrying you.

You arrive at the living room. The TV is still on. The list of shows and movies you saved to watch later is your only source of light, but it’s enough.

He lays you on the couch and you sit up, feeling the cotton under your palms until a remote lands in your hand. In the meantime, Anton goes to the kitchen and comes back with leftover snacks crunched up in his fingers. He puts the bag on your lap and you move to the edge of the seat, making space for him to lay down. When he does, you drop the remote onto his chest, pull the coffee table closer to the couch to place the bag of snacks on it, and finally lay yourself on top of him. You cover your bodies with a blanket you grabbed earlier and wrap your arms around his neck. Before your head lands on his chest, he takes the remote from it.

“What do you want to watch?” You hear just when you are about to ask.

“I don’t know. Something not scary.” He fiddles with the remote for a good minute and then you see the search bar slowly fill up with letters—your comfort movie.

You can’t help a soft smile grace your features and you know Anton is also smiling from the way his hand, the one that is free of the remote, squeezes your waist, and his lips press a peck to the top of your head. It’s a small reminder of his love, a silent message of what you are to him and what he is to you, but it brings such relief to your mind and body, melting you into him under the warmth trapped by the blanket.

As the movie’s first scenes roll out and Anton’s light breaths fan over your head, you slowly forget about the sharp lightning bolts dancing in the sky. Anton’s big arms over you, his cologne tickling your nose, the comfort of his presence pulling on your muscles and tendons and setting them free, light like a feather. It’s all so familiar, but so lovely, and paired with his steady heartbeat, you let yourself fully relax for the first time tonight.

Because everything is and will be alright—as long as you’re in his arms.

suzayaaa 2024 𓆩⟡𓆪

[t1red-twilight]

southern belle

summary: yeehaw, yippee cay yay, howdy.

content/warnings: gn!reader, andrew!peter, cowboy!peter, fluff, slightly suggestive, inaccurate/romanticized farm life (i don’t live on a farm lol), a curse word(?), petnames galore

notes: this idea came to me in a dream and i wrote it in a haze

word count: 1.3k

masterlist p. parker masterlist

the sun beat down on the farm. even when inside the barn, the heat wafted through the wood roof and walls. the surrounding animals seemed to be in some sort of agreeable mood, as they too skulked around slowly.

the linen shirt you were wearing provided a sense of relief, as the material didn’t hold in too much heat close to your skin. as you wiped the sweat from your forehead, you stood to look out the open barn door to look and see if you could see peter out by the sheep.

both you and peter worked on this farm; the owners set up an agreement that in exchange for farm work, food, board, and a small wage would be provided. on top of this deal, the farm wasn’t too far from a small city where markets and things of the sort were held.

when you couldn’t see him, you turned back to your task at hand, distributing food the animals housed inside the barn. walking to the back of the barn to grab more seed while stepping over various rocks and other things that you didn’t want crushed into your boots, you heard a faint calling of your name.

you turned and squinted out the barn door into the sunlight. peter was lightly jogging toward you, a boyish grin spread across his face. he too had a sheen of sweat spread across his forehead. (you figured that you didn’t look as good as he did in the sweltering heat.)

you sped forward to meet him halfway. looking up into his eyes and returning his giddy expression, warmth filled your face. a couple of months in, peter and you had gotten together. it was a well known fact that the two of you were fond of each other and frequently snuck off together.

your dominant hand reached up to brush a piece of his soft brown hair out of his eyes. he gently grasped your hand and held it to his face. his other hand wiped the sweat off of his forehead, and oddly enough this motion incited an even more flustered response throughout you.

“hi, peter,” you just about whispered out at him.

“hi, my little southern belle.” his doe eyes almost twinkled. he removed his hat from atop his head and placed in on top of yours, gliding his fingers across the edge.

stepping closer to him you almost melted, and not just from the incredibly high temperature. “how are the sheep doing? diane running off again?” your thumb grazed his cheek rhythmically.

“you know she is, darlin��,” he followed and stepped closer to you.

a soft silence followed only filled with the surrounding animals making noises. it almost seemed like they were cooing at the both of you. peter reached upward and proceeded to wipe the sweat from your cheek.

“you want to do something later?” he shyly looked downward (briefly) before looking up at your eyes again.

the nervous expression was not lost to you. your hand moved lower to his jawline; you tilted your head and cocked an eyebrow. “you know i do, pete,” copying his wording from earlier.

your lips quirked upward and you inches closer to him. one of his hands lowered to your waist and the other continued to hold your hand to his face. you both felt and saw his head tilt to the right, and you emulated him.

time seemed to slow as your lips swept across his. he pulled away fleetingly, and leaned in again. his lips caressed yours at first before he pushed further inward.

you tilted your head again to slot his lips against yours ever so slightly. his hand occupying your waist untucked your shirt and slid up your shirt. his body heat didn’t bother you in the slightest. if any of the other farm hands were to see you, you’d both likely be lost for words and dart in the opposite direction. luckily enough, no one was to be found.

peter’s tongue gingerly stroked your upper lip. you parted your lips slightly, just to feel him tenderly enter your mouth. you sighed at this gesture. you began to repeat his actions once again before he pulled apart, a string of saliva connecting your mouths.

your torso was widely tugged closer to his. you tilted your head to push closer to him; he huffed into your mouth in response to this. peter’s hand located on your jaw moved backwards toward your hairline. his fingers tightened slightly and pulled your hair as you continued to kiss him fervently and lick into his mouth.

he left some open mouth kisses along your throat and jaw. your head tipped backward and your leg wrapped around his calf. his hand moved up your back.

he pulled apart again, this time in an effort to gaze into your eyes. seeing as your head was still tilted back, he moved your face back down and stroked you upper cheekbone to urge your eyes open. his upper hand moved to pet your hair down in an effort to tame it.

a voice called fro out in the field. “petey boy! we have to get back to work. you can’t spent all afternoon swooning over your ‘doll,’ you know.” ugh, it was the owner. unfortunately, he was right. even though he was easy going, you both had to keep your jobs. peter removed his hand from the flesh of your waist and tried to smooth the fabric of your shirt.

“alright, honey bunches,” he murmured. “we have to get back to work, so it seems.” a pout shone across his face. you covered your mouth as you laughed softly.

your hands altered position and stroked his shoulders in (somewhat false) pity for you two. “so it seems, my love.”

although you acted like this separation was permanent, it was only for the rest of the work day. when the heat dimmed and the sun set, you would both reunite as if you hadn’t seen each other in decades. some might call it a honeymoon phase, but you prayed it would last forever.

leaning into him and closing your eyes in a dramatic manner for what seemed like an eternity, you finally replied once more. “okay love bug. we should really get back to work again.” a pause filled the sauce between you. “i’ll see you later, yeah? got any ideas?”

the hot air appeared to resume despite the fact that it had never ceased to begin with.

“i think some of the other farmhands are lighting a bonfire tonight? that somethin’ you’d be interested in joining me for?”

you looked down at your boots in false thought. “well, i guess i have nothing going on later,” you teased. the look on his face temporarily showed worry at this response. “just kidding. i’d go anywhere if i know you’d be there, honey.”

his sigh of relief was audible and his form relaxed instantaneously. “okay, perfect. i’ll pick you up from your room around 8-ish? that sound good?”

peter was just about it off by the familiar going at him again: “pete! i mean it! the sheep need to be sheared later today.” you covered your mouth to hide your laugh this time.

you retorted, “i won’t hold you captive anymore, honey,” and pushed him playfully in the direction of the open barn door.

he held up his hands in defeat. “i’m goin’, i’m goin. see you at 8, sugar?”

“promise. see you then.” you smiled so hard you were sure you looked clownish. you were sure you were bright red as you removed his hat and held in front of yourself as some sort of offering. he took it graciously and returned it to sit on his brown tufts of hair. you wiggled your fingers in a wave motion.

he walked backwards out of the barn, an you gazed at him lovingly. sure enough, if anyone saw you you’d have hearts instead of your eyes.

you turned back to walk towards the seed for the chickens (or whatever was you were doing) and remembered something.

peter had untucked your shirt, in a coy act. that cheeky bastard. quickly, you tucked the back of your shirt in.

oh, how you couldn’t wait to see him later.

[l0v3tast3]

here to help — spike spiegel

spike can't help but say yes when you ask him to help you with something so nicely.

✎ tags: mdni!, smut, female reader, cat girl!reader, dub-con if you squint, smoking, spike's eye wasn't the only thing experimented on (wink), pet names, spike is kind of a perv but in a hot way, very brief mentions of blood, dacryphilia, bit of a size kink, he's nice in a mean way, unsafe sex, fluff at the end

✎ word count: 3.8k (proofread this time wowie!)

✎ author's note: i know i haven't posted anything in a month oops sorry ヾ(´ ▽ ` ) ... anyways i'm back and still working on call of duty stuff for those who follow me for that! but i'm also gonna start writing for jujutsu kaisen and cowboy bebop now yippee!

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spike really, really hated sharing a wall with you right now.

being the latest addition to the bebop, the room next to spike's had been the only empty one left, and you were just so sweet. he had just grumbled a "fine" and went on with his day, thinking that you were agreeable enough to live next to.

you were quiet, certainly more-so than faye; he had reasoned with himself that that was why he said yes. not that your pointed cat ears atop your head and fluffy tail that flicked side to side and curled when you were happy was the cutest thing he'd ever seen.

you had sheepishly explained them when it was just you and him in the living room. he had asked what the deal was with "all that", and you had twiddled your thumbs in your lap and told him about the medical tests gone very wrong. he had started scolding faye and jet whenever they made jokes after that, and kept ed away from poking at you.

now, though, you were anything but quiet.

spike could hear every moan and gasped breath you uttered through the thin wall, his bed of course pressed up against it. he could hear the sounds of you desperately fingering yourself, wet noises between your voiced frustrations. you must have been soaked.

he wasn't stupid; he had figured it out pretty quick. after the first night, when faye had knocked on your door to drag you out and you said you were sick, he knew you were lying. after the second night he realized you were in heat.

this was now the third night in a row, and he was exhausted. it was hard to get any sleep with you practically crying out in his ear, making him painfully hard throughout the whole night. at least he knew now why you would disappear for a week every month you'd been here. this time, though, the bebop just had to be out of fuel, unable to get to the nearest planet with a hotel.

spike was fed up.

he was just going to go over to your door and tell you to be quiet. right? well, he didn't want to embarrass you. but you had to know he could hear you. you had to know he could hear everything, even the whines of his name that you were poorly attempting to keep quiet.

your door stood in front of him and spike was unsure of what to do, more than he had been in a long while. should he knock? just yell and hope you hear?

he was about to just turn away when the door slid open; he hadn't even realized you'd gone quiet. he just stared in shock, mouth hanging open as he processed the fact that the only thing you were wearing was one of his shirts.

"spike," you sighed, as if just seeing him gave you some kind of relief. your eyes were glazed and wet like you were on the verge of crying.

it took him several moments to recover. "you're... being loud," he finally managed to say.

"'m sorry," you muttered, looking down. "can't help it, it just hurts."

"you need some help?"

spike was just as surprised as you seemed to be by the words that had just come out, but your breathy voice, wet thighs, and having been already thinking about this for awhile won him over.

"are- are you serious?"

"wouldn't say it if i didn't mean it." he was walking forward into your doorframe, tall enough that he almost had to slouch. it made him very aware of just how small you were compared to him. "do you want my help?"

you nodded, backing up as he slid the door shut behind him and moved closer to you. when you were at the edge of your bed and couldn't back up anymore, he came close enough to cup your face with his hands and bend down until your lips were a hair's breadth apart.

"you gotta say it, sweetheart."

your hands were on his bare chest, nails almost digging in. "yes, please, need your help, spike-"

he pushed his lips into yours and you let out the sweetest moan he'd ever heard. his hands were running through your hair, down your back and to your waist and under your (his) shirt, swallowing your noises the entire time.

breaking your kiss to pull off your shirt, he marveled at the sight of you. he was laying you down on your bed and biting and licking down your body before he knew it, until he kneeled between your legs, pushing them up to get a better view.

your hands were already in his unruly hair to try and tug him to where you needed him to be, but he didn't budge. instead he brought his hand down from under your knee, each grazing touch closer to your core making you twitch.

"shit, you're so sensitive, baby," he muttered. his fingers had barely touched your clit and you were already crying out.

"please, spike, please just do something," you whimpered when his hand went back to your thigh.

"what do you want me to do, hm?"

"something, anything, please spike!" he almost felt bad when tears started welling up in your eyes again. almost.

"anything?" he echoed with a giddy smile.

he slid two fingers inside you easily. you were practically dripping wet, a damp spot already forming underneath you. he cursed again as he felt how tight you were, watching your back arch almost immediately.

"ha-a, ah! spike!"

your voice was music to his ears, a song he wanted to play on loop forever. he'd been imagining it, your whimpers and pleas, for months now. it was about time the universe paid him back.

it took less than a minute for you to cum, your body going stiff and your voice choking. spike almost came himself when he felt your pussy contracting around his fingers.

he gave you barely any time to recover before he was licking up your juices, sucking on your clit and pushing his tongue into you. you just about screamed, but you didn't push him away, only pulled him closer, one hand leaving his hair to claw at any skin you could reach.

you were already reduced to a babbling mess and he couldn't stop muttering about just how sweet and addicting you were.

"fuuuck, sweetheart," he dragged out, finally detaching himself from your clit after you'd came twice more. "can't get enough of you."

spike stood up and you whined, sitting up and trying to get his sweatpants off before he even had a chance to himself.

he choked out a moan when you started licking and sucking at his cock as soon as his pants were down, looking like you were entering the same trance he had just been in. it took every ounce of willpower he had to drag you off of him and lift you back onto the bed.

"you can do that later, angel. i'm here to help you, right?"

you seemed to forget about going down on him pretty quickly, opting instead for trying to drag the man closer as he crawled over you. he gave in to you rather easily, meeting his lips with yours again.

admittedly, he had been giving into you a lot lately. he would give you the last snack left and let you lean against him on the couch when you were tired. he would let you come with him when he split off from the group when you touched down in a new place.

and of course, everyone noticed. they saw how soft he was with you, how his stature relaxed and he slouched just a bit closer to your level when you walked into the room. and of course, they teased him relentlessly about it.

jet had even asked him once if spike thought you went into heats.

"well, she disappears for a week every month. what if that's when- ya know-"

"faye disappears all the time. so do i. besides, it's none of our business."

spike would never admit that he got off to the thought of it. and now, here he was, basically living his dreams. he couldn't wipe the grin off his face.

you whined when he started rubbing his dick over your pussy, his head bumping your clit with each grind. he found your attempts to line your hips up so he would finally fuck into you adorable; there wasn't much you could do though when he had his arms hooked under your knees and hands grabbing at your waist.

"aww, sweetheart, what's wrong?" he patronized, breaking away from kissing you. you were still grabbing at him wherever you could. "what is it? you want me to fuck you?"

"mhm, need you to, please spike- ah!"

he wasted no time pushing into you as soon as he heard your sweet voice, cursing as he slowly pressed in further and further, barely dragging his hips back before he would slide in more.

"oh, fuck, baby- so fuckin' tight, can barely fit my dick inside you- shit!"

you cried out when he finally bottomed out; it was like he was reshaping you to fit him inside. it had been so long since you had been with someone, since someone had helped you with your heat, but even then it had never felt as good as it did now.

he was about to ask if you were alright when you started begging him to move, to fuck you, to please help you. his final shred of resolve snapped before he grabbed one of your wrists as leverage to start hammering into you.

your back arched again and spike took that as an opportunity to lean down and suck on one of your nipples. he wasn't surprised when you came again already, your cunt tightening until he felt like he could barely move. your eyes rolled back and your nails dug as deep as they could into spike's back, probably drawing blood. he didn't care, though, because you looked so pretty cumming on his cock.

spike kept making you cum as much as he could until he couldn't fight off his own orgasm anymore (he was honestly impressed with himself that he'd managed to even last this long).

"where do you want me, baby? huh? where d'you want my cum?" he breathed, watching your body squirm and twitch from overstimulation.

you couldn't even answer him, feeling like he fucked your brain right out of your head. all you could think of was the pleasure overtaking your entire being, of wanting to stay like this for as long as possible.

when you didn't say anything, spike leaned down over you and left your leg on his shoulder to lightly grab your jaw.

"c'mon, angel, you gotta answer me," he panted. "you want me to cum inside you, right?"

that seemed to bring you out your haze a little bit and you nodded, ears teary and face painted a cute shade of pink. "mhm- ah- cum in- side, ah! please!" you managed.

he came with a harsh groan, bullying his dick as far into you as he could as he filled you up. you came with him one more time, your body clinging onto his, trying to keep him from pulling out.

you both stayed like that for some time, kissing slow and stealing the other's body heat. you whimpered when he pulled away and started to untangle your limbs from his, but he shushed you with another smile.

"don't worry, sweetheart. we're far from being done."

spike found out just how sensitive your extra appendages are pretty quickly, and he absolutely took advantage of it.

scratching and petting your soft ears made you melt against him, like putty in his hands. he found you're much more pliant when he does it, less whiny and more grateful.

of course, spike wasn't a complete dick, so he would take you into his room to feed both of his addictions at once. like when he was fucking you but stopped every time you were about to cum, torturing you just to see what you'd do. he had your hands tied to his headboard, keeping one hand on your stomach to pin you down and using the other to smoke a cigarette while he lazily fucked you.

"nngh, nonono- please! spike, you're bein' mean-"

he bends down over you to put out his cigarette on the bedside table, making him press deeper into you; you nearly came just from that, choking on your words.

"i'm being mean? sweetheart, i'm helping you." he cupped your face and debated internally for a second before he reached up to pet and rub your little cat ears soothingly.

your tensed limbs went slack, no longer tugging on your binds or trying to pull him closer with your legs. your wide eyes became lidded and you started nuzzling your head further into his hand.

"you asked for my help, remember? this is how i help you, baby," he cooed, and when you gave a little nod and a whimpered "mhm" he smiled. "you just gotta be a good girl and take it. can you do that?"

you nodded again. "mhm, i'll be good," you mumbled.

"good," spike said, reaching for another cigarette and leaning back up to light it. he put a hand back on your stomach and when he wasn't holding his cigarette he was petting your ears as he went back to slowly dragging his hips back and forth.

he also found out that tugging on your tail made you cum nearly instantly, and he used that until you were crying.

you were on your hands and knees on the floor with spike fucking you from behind, having to hold your hips to keep them up; he was holding your hair in a messy ponytail to make you watch it all in the floor-length mirror that was in front of you.

the curl of your tail against your back was just so cute, and having seen the effect of touching your ears, he had no hesitation in grabbing your tail lightly. your body shuddered and twitched and your back arched when you let out a loud whine.

"shit," he groaned through clenched teeth, feeling your pussy tightening around him. "you really like that, don't you angel?"

"fu-uck, mm-mm, i don'-"

he grabbed the base of your tail and tugged, and you were clawing at the blankets underneath you as you came.

"ha, why are you lying to me, baby?" spike breathed, tossing his head back as he fucked you through your orgasm. "thought you were finally being good."

he flipped you over with a pillow under your back and tried it again while he ate you out, and he was delighted to feel your cunt pulsing around his tongue. he tried it when he was just rubbing your clit, when he only had two fingers inside of you, when he was just sucking on your tits. you came every time, and each time made you try to claw your way away from him a little more. he never let you run; even if he did, he knew you would just come right back.

"one more time, baby, just one more for me," he kept saying, until you were reaching back to grab his wrist, his arm, his chest, anything to get him to let up.

"please, ple- ah, spike!" you hiccupped. which one of you was the one in heat again? "break, i need- nnh- need a break!"

he slowed down his thrusts and took his hand away from your tail, your sob turning into one of relief.

"alright, baby, we can take a break, you just gotta give me one more," he said, leaning down over you to kiss the back of your neck. you tried to shake your head, tried to say you couldn't give him anymore; it was then that you realized you definitely wouldn't be able to keep up with him if you continued this after your heat was over.

"i know you can, doin' so good for me," he just mumbled as he fucked you slower, until he finally let himself cum, of course making sure to give your tail one last squeeze. he couldn't help himself when it forced the cutest moans out of you.

he filled you with his cum over and over again, the both of you passing out for a couple of hours just to wake up and fuck all over again.

he would wake up to you sucking his dick, you would wake up to him spooning you and giving you hickies in the spaces between the ones he'd already left while he fingered you open again.

the only other time you stopped fucking is when he forced you to take a break and shower. you clung to him like a koala bear the entire way to the bathroom, fucked again in the shower, and clung to him all the way back.

during the duration of your heat, spike found himself being a lot more caring than he had been to someone in a very long time. he made sure you drank plenty of water, took you to the bathroom, made sure you ate still, dealt with your whining every second he wasn't physically touching you. in truth, he liked how much it made him feel needed.

he only ran into jet once while he quickly raided the fridge and filled up water bottles. jet came in just as he was hugging the supplies to his shirtless chest.

"spike! where the hell have you been?"

"uh... well, turns out she does go into heat," he said with a shrug and a slightly smug grin, walking past jet.

"oh, shit... wait, how do you know-" his jaw dropped when he saw spike's chest, back and arms, scratched to hell and marked with bites from your little fangs. he told faye, edward, and ein that you two were both very sick and needed to be "quarantined", counting himself lucky their bedrooms were all on the opposite side of the ship from yours.

you both stayed in your routine of fucking, sleeping, eating, and being forced to bathe for four days before your system starts calming down (spike had found himself considering the experiments done on himself more good than bad; he was so grateful he could keep up with you).

it's when you wake up with a pained groan as he's stretching out his overused muscles that he knows you're finally sobering up. as much as he loved the sex marathon, he was starting to get sore all over.

he plops back down next to you and you roll over to lay on top of him, but for the first time in days you don't start nipping at his chest and grinding against him. you just let out a little whine and go back to sleep. he can't help the little smile that spreads across his lips, and he reaches up to gently pet your ears and hair until he falls back asleep too.

you're shook awake a few hours later, blearily cracking open your eyes to see spike setting down a tray of "beef" and vegetables next to you on the bed. he gently moves your legs to sit beside you and eat his own.

"morning, sweetheart," he says when you raise your head and mumble something along the same lines back, slowly shifting onto your back and sitting up with another groan.

spike frowns a little in worry, wondering now if he had been too rough on you. it doesn't match up to your face of horror, though, when you look up and see his shirtless body.

"oh god, spike, 'm so sorry! you didn't have to- oh god," you ramble in panic, reaching out to him then retracting your hands and hiding your face in them, curling up into a ball.

spike laughs a little bit before he reaches over and gently takes your wrists in his hands to show your face to him again. "it's alright! hey, really, it's alright. i love the kind of woman who stakes her claim," he reassured with a cheesy smile.

your face goes red and you look down, embarrassed. "you didn't have to help me. i'm sorry- 'm sorry i made you do... all that."

"i seem to recall making you do a lot of things, too. very happily, too."

"well, yeah, but-"

"trust me, i enjoyed every minute of it, princess. well, except maybe having to force you into the shower. and having to spoon-feed you."

"you did not have to spoon-feed me!" you mutter indignantly, brows furrowing adorably and your tail flicking behind you.

"yes, i did," he sys, pointing his fork at you as he went back to his tray, "when you just needed to keep my dick inside you but didn't want to stop fucking yourself on it long enough to eat. had to hold you down." he acts like he's complaining, but he has a shit-eating grin on his face the entire time.

you choke on your own spit a little before huffing; before you can turn to your own food he adds on, "eat, don't make me force feed you again." you half-pout and half-glare at him, but you shovel the food into your mouth nonetheless.

once you're beyond full, you collapse back onto the bed, fully intending to go back to sleep and let your hormones rebalance on their own. you were always sore and exhausted for a day or two after your heat, but you usually slept through it anyways.

"hey." apparently, spike has other plans. "come on, we gotta take a bath." he's hauling you back into a sitting position and pulling his t-shirt over your head, which of course swallows you whole, despite all your whines and protests. "quit complaining, all you gotta do is sit in the water."

regardless of his front of acting like he was doing you a favor, he lets you cling to him again all the way to the bathroom. he washes your hair and cleans you off, makes sure the water isn't too hot for you. generally, you hate baths, but this seemed like something you could live with.

when he's toweled you dry and put you in one of his clean shirts, you sit on the counter while he finishes pulling up his sweats.

he picks you up again and as he starts walking you both back to your room, he asks, "so when did you take my shirt, anyway?"

spike feels you tense up and your cheeks get warm where they're pressed into the crook of his neck.

"i didn't take it," you squeak, "it got- it got mixed up in the laundry..."

"riiight. sure, sweetheart."

[skekthesilly]

OSC BRAINROT 4:

at school i heard some kids name being called to the office. dont remember their first name but i remember their last - "hansen."

what the fuck

youre meaning to tell me that BRYCE HANSEN HFJONE HAS BEEN IN MY SCHOOL THIS WHOLE TIME AND NOBODY TOLD ME?

THE BRYCE HANSEN FROM HFJONE?

oh my god

wheres liam? wheres amelia? wheres cha-

i have a friend named charlotte.

every time her name is mentioned i keep seeing HER. fucking CHARLOTTE HFJONE. WHATS EVEN HER LAST NAME

im talking to CHARLOTTE HFJONE. what a joyous occasion! hooray!! yippee!! oh fuck i had a realizatio

i used to have a classmate named liam.

guess who?

liam.

who?

liam. liam plecak. from HFJONE.

he even sounded like him. but lower pitched. i dont remember what color backpack he had but im praying its green

where are all of they. i need to find an amelia. oh fuck i had another realiza

i also had a classmate named charlie.

who?

charlie.

who?

charlie howling. from HFJONE.

yeah.

he wasnt a baby. but fuck it. his names charlie. close enough.

i cant function like this. im seeing things

i swear i hear noises at night. it has to be the objects. it has to. texty said that some objects disguise themselves as normal everyday objects. or whatever the fuck. that has to be real. it has to be. i know it. i know it i know it i know it i know it i know it i

when i was little, the night right before christmas, i had woken up to hear a plastic bottle fall on the floor. (bottle? like bryce?) i wanted to go see if that was santa that made the bottle fall. but i was too scared to check. it was dark. it was so dark.

but i know now. that wasnt santa.

that was an object, wasn't it?

i might sound crazy. but hear me out. we all do eventually

everyone talks about santa, but not of his elves. they work and work and work and work all year and make things but what if his elves were objects? what if they had integrated themselves into homes undercover and act lifeless until christmas eve where they finally come to life and deliver the present they had carefully made?

im not crazy! i know it! that has to be what happened. that has to be. it has to

what object could have done it? the bottle, maybe? it fell. objects make mistakes sometimes. we all do. but objects make mistakes where we cant see. or where they think we cant see.

that bottle might be gone now. shame.

im going to have to ask some other objects in my house. like the books. or the couch. everything. i dont care about presents now. i need to know. i need to know if they are real. they have to be. i know it i can feel it i know it

[pixelatedbugs]

Looking at all of the messed up boss forms during the Neutral Flowey fight

I just want to talk about them i like them a lot. i was very obsessed with help_tale when i was younger and that's probably why. spoilers below cut, and body horror warning because of the topic ofc.

Decibat

Starting with Decibat, no eyes and a stomach mouth. Awesome!! The stomach mouth kinda goes along with Decibat's noise theme - HUGE MOUTH is loud and Decibat wants quiet.

Dalv

Out of all of the Flowey forms only 2 actually made me jump and this is one of them. Creepy eye things get to me and that’s why this is one of my favorites. It's really simple but it's great. Also the way it glitches sometimes makes it look like he has more than 2 eyes, which I'm not sure if it's on purpose but it's still neat!

I do wonder what would be under the cloak, like would it just be normal Dalv? The void? Something like the Deer Lord from Spooky’s Jumpscare Mansion? idfk. His face being obscured is like how Dalv obscures his face with his cloak for the majority of Dark Ruins, and since we don't really get to know him due to killing him, we don't get to see his real face..

Martlet

Martlet technically doesn’t have a form like the others but I didn’t want to leave her out. This scene does a great job at being unsettling with the lack of talking portrait and the slowed down Snowdin imo. i really like how her hugging animation changes for just that One Frame, it's slow enough that you'll probably catch it but quick enough that you might be wondering if you imagined it.

And then there's the whole "I'm so happy I found you! So happy I found you. I found you." that happens and then her face melts to reveal the Eye. The eye is in grayscale, like Flowey is during the second phase of his fight, so I wonder if it's meant to be HIM looking at you through Martlet.

And the melting parallels her death in No mer- hey wait, why does Martlet melt in both routes where she dies? Like??? I mean, she does have connections to Alphys and the True Lab so like...or maybe i'm just over thinking it. Either way this ones cool, if I knew pixel art I would try to make a form for her like the others have.

El Bailador

I think a lot of people believe this is the scariest one and....yeah. This is the other one that actually made me jump. The smile, the Eyes, it's fucking scary i hate this one (positive). The large strained smile goes with how El Bailador wants to make everyone happy with his dancing even though some prefer quiet, which he doesn't realize. does that make sense idk if that makes sense.

Starlo

Oh boy plant growth body horror! Yeah this one’s good. The vines growing out from his face, the weirdly elongated hands, the way the piece of straw on his hat changes to a flower. Honestly I have 0 clue what is going on with his face. Very cool. I also just noticed the holes in his poncho, like bullet holes? i saw someone say he's still hot on twitter and im scared

Ceroba

Ceroba's gets bonus points for being one of the rarer ones, because you have to abort a No Mercy route to see it. Besides that, no face! Wahoo! Plus her bow has changed to have a flower in it, which matches Starlo.

My favorite thing though is that the way pixels are scattered (i cannot find the right wording for this) kinda makes it look like she's constantly turning into dust which is really cool!! I think her face might be obscured for the same reason as Dalv, considering you have to be in No Mercy to see this you never get to know who Ceroba is.

Guardener

Overgrown robots overgrown robots overgrown robots. She already was overgrown but it gets more turned up with this one which makes me very happy, I love overgrown robots and machinery. All the vines get changed into flowers as well to fit, yippee! The Delta Rune logo on her chest is also scratched out, which is one way to send a message...

Axis

I like how the lack of face here parallels both how axis dies in No Mercy AND the death of the blue soul. This one's very cool, though i wish there were some more wires in his face like his death sprite in No Mercy has. thats a weird thing to wish for isnt it. Actually now that I'm looking at it more, it kinda looks like a mouth? That might just be because of the things at the top and bottom, I'm not sure if it's meant to be a mouth.

Oh! And the heart in his chest is missing, which hurts because both ways you can spare him involve filling his heart (either with Daisy or compliments. Also, Axis' neutral route spare is extremely cute, please go check it out if you haven't seen it.)

anyway thanks for reading through teehee my favorites are probably dalv’s ceroba’s and guardener’s. i have to wonder what the Feisty Four would have looked like in this? They don't get any because well, they don't die, but I like them...I don't really have any ideas myself, though. ok bye

[jamisonwritestf2trash]

Salutations! Yesterday, I had the fortune to enjoy the rain for a while and jump into some puddles, it was fun hoohoo. When I went home, I realized that it could be a good writing prompt for my mutual —you!—, so...

What would the mercs do if they saw a puddle of water?

TF2 Mercs Reactions To Finding A Puddle After It Rains!

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THIS IS SO CUTE!

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I'm glad you enjoyed the rain and the puddles! Also, the fact that people do things and then think of me is just so ugh I love it 😭

Mutual appreciation comment! Love you and your posts. I also love the fact that we both love the same silly old German man 💖

Also I'm totally not putting off my actual work I should be doing to do multiple headcanon lists. Nope, not me. (Also also this is a great alternative to crying over the fact that I lost my keys for a second time)!

BUT ENOUGH VENTING LETS GET TO THIS PROMT!

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Demo- I'd like to think he'd be down for splashing around and having a good time, but this is Demo we're talking about so.... he definitely slipped, cracked his head, and passed out. Once he wakes up though he tries again and has a good time.

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Engie- Not really a fan of jumping in puddles, more of a fan of watching the water ripple and move when you walk through them. If no ones around he might even find a couple of rocks and drop them to see what the water does.

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Heavy- Unless the puddle is like really big, I don't really see him jumping in one. HOWEVER. Likes the noises that water makes when you walk through it. He thinks the small splashing noises are cute!

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Medic- I know he's an old man. I know this, I understand this, I've accepted this. Doesn't change the fact that he is, in fact, a little German boy who has, on more than one occasion, said "Yippee!' upon seeing something he was really excited about. This man would jump in a puddle no hesitation, and he'd have fun too, sure he'd look insane to any rational passerby, but he doesn't care. What do you expect from a man this silly? ALSO, if Archimedes is with him, he'll also splash in the puddle for fun, Silly man has a silly bird, who would have guessed?

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Scout- "Why would I jump in a puddle, only like little kids and babies do that." The second no one else is around this man is splashing around in a puddle. He's hyper aware of what's going on around him though, lest he be caught having fun. Because having fun is super lame and embarrassing right guys?

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Sniper- Another case of pretending they don't want to do that but would actually have fun if they did. He's not really used to doing "childish." things as an adult. But maybe if he saw another merc doing it, he could be persuaded to join in.

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Spy- He wouldn't. He just wouldn't. He's the kind of dude who would lay something down to walk over a puddle. He physically cringes if he has to step in a puddle. He's just a baby about it.

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Soldier- HE'D HAVE SO MUCH FUN! The only merc who could possibly have more fun is Pyro, but we'll get to them in a minute. Will jump in a puddle, no hesitation. Splashes around and has a good time, and he genuinely enjoys the little things in life!

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Pyro- Has the most fun out of everyone! He loves it when it rains, ironically enough. They definitely have paper boats they put in the puddles and little rubber ducks in the deeper ones. Will stay outside for hours after it rains. They love it so much, they get so happy. They even have white polkadot rainboots.

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Ahhhh! This was so fun. Thank you for requesting this. I hope you like it 💖

[frozenjokes]

update: colored it. references for me fanfic yippee yippee

General AU summary for those interested: Scar and his Watchers (essentially a pack of wolves in this au, they r doggy) live on Hermitcraft, but due to intense guilt and fear of hurting his friends, (who do not know he is a Watcher) as well as an environment that doesn’t have enough food to sustain him, Scar is often in poor health. At his breaking point, he asks Grian to make a death game, a place where he can eat and recover during the high emotions and excitement of a game of that nature.

Everything is going great until Scar dies before he has the chance to recover his strength. Back at Spawn, he is immobilized, and his identity as a Watcher is exposed, much to his terror. Luckily 👍 his Watchers have just the solution!

I mean Grian is RIGHT there, distressed and perfectly vulnerable 🤲 we can just… yeah, scoot him right over.. add a couple terrifying and lightly prophetic visions (an executive decision has been made to save Scar, and by the time they’re enacting it, they’re too far away to hear him yelling at them to stop). In this state, Scar is so desperate he can’t refuse, and so ravenous, he doesn’t even see Grian as a person anymore.

But the desecration of a soul is not a quiet act, nor is it a painless one, the noise only suppressed by its existence in a separate plane. Unluckily for Scar, two players on the server are gifted (or perhaps cursed) with the ability to hear the goings on in the otherworld.

Jimmy and Martyn hear Grian be viscerally ripped apart. They hear him scream. And once it’s over, they hear Scar, horrified with what he has done.

(questions, comments, asks, ANYTHING would make me so very happy I would do giddy little spins in circles I am obsessed with these guys right now)

Link to the first fic (others are in my pinned post)

[n30n-allavita]

Secrets of the Underground pt.5 - Muffet

“Little miss Muffet sat on her tuffet, eating her curds and whey”

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“Along came a spider…who sat right beside her”

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S c a r I n g

M I s s

M u f f e t

A w a y

Context!!!

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What a fun opening lol! Muffets turn for my series yippee!!! This was a crazy lighting piece to make. Not sure how I did it but I did.

Muffet - the royal scientist - once was surrounded by other spider monsters. Though slowly…a medicine Muffet had made using a touch of determination caused them to slowly disfigure…and become hive mind creations that lurk in her lab.

She tried to fix them….truly she did.

But with time came zero results. Though they have a sweet tooth that keeps them calm. She’s hidden them…and if you’re unfortunate enough….you just may see one.

-Tools used-

iPad

Procreate lineart pack, spray paint pack, color pencil pack

Halftones, noise, color aberration, bloom

Process

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Sketch

Line

Block

Lighting

Shading

Finishing touches✨

-Time taken-

8 hours….a long time that spanned across two other projects cuz I got bored halfway through this-

I hope you liked it!

[quietwingsinthesky]

sunday whump day yippee!!! totally unrelated to anything at all in my life, perhaps koschei having a panic attack or derealization episode? no idea if that’s whumpy enough, could be fun tho!

it absolutely is whumpy enough. i can make it so. derealization/depersonalization episode coming right up.

There is someone in Koschei's bed.

It's not Koschei, it can't be Koschei, because he's too old for this. Too old to be curled in a ball and shivering. Too old to flinch at the drumbeat pounding in his ears, behind his eyelids, between gums and teeth, filling up his whole body.

The person in Koschei's bed puts his hands over his ears, which is another reason he is not Koschei. Koschei isn't so stupid. He'd never believe that would block out the noise. He'd never bother to try. If the person on the bed wasn't so useless, he'd get up and go to class. Even Theta—perpetually late, perpetually absent Theta—is going to notice.

No. No, they won't. Because Theta would only notice if Koschei missed class, and the thing on the bed isn't Koschei. It's a pitiful, sobbing waste of space.

Koschei is better than it. He knows he is. He has to be. All it does is whine and beg for the noise to stop. It doesn't understand that the drums chose Koschei. They make him so special, so important. So much more than that thing in his bed that looks like him and sounds like him and cries like him.

[theforesteldritch]

it would be so funny if demigods from camp half blood had tumblr during the lightning thief lol

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Not to little sisterpost on main but guess who's little sister led our team to win capture the flag :D

#sisterposting #proud big sibling noises #yeah she used the new camper as bait but it was a brilliant move tbh

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🦉owlbugs🔁summerlov1ng

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actually DNI if you defend or associate with the new kid (percy? I think thats his name) for what he did to clarisse + like as a child of the big three he shouldn't even exist, idk why everyone seems so ok with that. not defending what clarisse did, but he destroyed the toilets and broke her spear which was wayyyy out of line.

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what

#why do people on campblr have the most insane takes known to the gods sometimes #sometimes demigods don't know what they can do yet it's chill it's fine #you can't tell people to not interact because you don't like another camper lmao

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🍓wheatgermofficial🔁cabin4-heritageposts

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Monsters love me for my transgender swag and niche knowledge on wheat and various grains

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come to the woods unarmed at night

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hmmm

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there will be wheat and perhaps various grains

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wheat and perhaps various grains you say 👀yippee!

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Campblr heritage post (demeter edition)

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Cabin 4 heritage post

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who made this account and why

#there are only like 14 of us in cabin 4 #and only like 5 on tumblr who did this lmao

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Pegasus admin intro post! I'm James, from the Aphrodite cabin, and I help take care of the pegasi at camp. On this blog I rate pegasus videos and talk about pegasus care. I am not a professional ‼️I just have some experience with pegasi and enjoy educating demigods about them.

Rating system:

Cute

This pegasus appears to be well cared for, isn't showing distress, and is being interacted with in an appropriate way!

Wild

This is a wild pegasus doing what wild pegasi do, no concerns here

Unclear

Based on the video, I couldn't make a determination either way

Not cute

The pegasus is distressed, in an unsafe situation, not cared for properly, or isn't being interacted with properly. It might be being ridden unsafely, placed in a stable without enough room to stretch its wings, etc.

#not pegasus

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can i do some straight up jorking it in my capture the flag armor,,, time sensitive question btw

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no. curse of Hephaestus!!!!!!! 🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🔨🔨🔨🔨🔨🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️🔨

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ow

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unclaimed-failgirl🔁

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can my demigod parent claim me so I can get out of the hermes cabin please i am so tired of having the wet sweaty socks someone hung on their bunk in my face all night

🌌unclaimed-failgirl

this is not implying anything about hermes kids btw. this is implying things specifically about Travis Stoll, whos bunk is right next to my sleeping bag

[zaacoy]

It's 3 am!! You know what that means!!! Delusional tang posting time let's gooo yippee!!!!!!

Said I'd dump S4 Tang thoughts here a week ago and then I just kinda. didn't. oopsies, but I can start now!!

S4 Spoilers below the cut, you have been warned!!!

AUTHOR'S NOTE OF SORTS AFTER WRITING THIS: WOW IS THIS LONG. I got a little too silly and put too many thoughts down at once oops, prepare to be reading for a good minute you have been warned (twice!!) aughdhsj

My thoughts are so disorganized rn prepare for a rollercoaster of whatever my brain spits out!!

First. Ep 4 intro.

Good to see that Tang still can never have a nice landing unlike everybody else

THE CROCODILE??????? HELLOSNBD?!?

MF GETS BODY SLAMMED?????

THIS SCREAM????? He gets to scream for like, 2. SECONDS. BEFORE HE GETS?? DRAGGED RIGHT BACK INTO THE WATER????

ALL OF THE SCREAMINGSG??? THE BASS???? THE FUCKING GUITAR????????

I can't. I cannot. convey in words how incredibly funny this scene is to me. I can't sit through it and not laugh or start kicking my feet it's just THAT good. They had Z E R O business doing this to him, this scene had absolutely NO REASON to be THIS chaotic but they?? did it anyway????? jgkngm???? I love this show sm

He's so pretty in this specific lighting I need to draw him like this soon or I will explode wowowee

HE DEFLATED. SO FAST.

That's such a funny reaction, no more energy just. Whatever. Eat me I guess I don't care just start cooking so pigsy can come back please. He is so funny

weapon. just straight up bonk him into a demon like a plank of wood

Actually now that I think about it why? Did nobody untie him??? they found him and just left him like that?? Neither of them ever untied him if memory serves I'm pretty sure pigsy did it while he was cooking. ???

"To get crammin' APPARENTLY! HMPF!"

"Oh, haha! I'M the dinner! Excellent."

Good to see Tang's sass and saltiness never leaves, they should let him be sarcastic and talk back more often

Done with all of your bs glares at you glares at you glares at you glares at y

What comes around goes around!!! Their dynamic is fun wahoo

He noms very happily!!! omnomnom (he deserves it at this point mans DESPERATELY needs a break)

THEY DID NOT HAVE TO CALL HIM OIT LIKE THAT DHDHJS PLEASE????? JAJJS The little sad noises he makes as he gets torn into, little guy behavior tbh

"-stop gorging yourself on our rations!" "I'm sorry! It's just I'm stressed okay!?"

STRESS-EATER CONFIRMED!!!!!!!!! YOU AND ME BOTH BUDDY. No wonder he married a cook, wonder if in college everytime Tang was mega stressed about finals or a big deadline coming up (the latter could be true later when he's out of college and had a job too) if pigsy, assuming he had the time, would just make a meal for him. They probably wouldn't be able to spend much time together in that situation so making him something when he knows Tang is stressed seems like a realistic thing for Pigsy to do in order to subtly show he's there for support when need be. Tang pays that kindness forward by actually paying his tab for once coughs

"HEY! I so to am perfect!" (S1)

"hmmmm, if I wasn't so cool and relaxed all the time I'd be reeeeeally worried about the consequences of this" (S1)

"I know my issue is my self confidence" (S4)

(Can't find a way to make it a gif) Tang: so ""relaxed"" in his current situation that he is shaking hard enough to vibrate in place, coupled with the look of completely calm and collected and ""coolness"". (S4)

Does it ever drive you crazy just how fast the night chan- gets shot

ACTUALLY THo S4 fleshed him out as a character so much, especially when we compare him to how he started all the way back in S1. Beforehand in earlier seasons everything was mostly stable for him. Same places, same people, consistent comfort, it gave him some sense of security that could have made his "calm and relaxed" demeanor viable back then. But now that everythings been thrown up and ruined by powers out of Tang's control, his bubble of safety no longer stands. We begin to see it in season 3 with lady bone demon's attacks + macaque's continued interference. Tang seems a lot more on edge near the latter half of season 3 then he had been all of the rest of the show and there's definitely WAY more panic present as one bad thing after another unfolds, notably when he is quite literally moved to tears as he's forced to forge the samadhi fire. It does kind of consistently crop up during other prior conflicts too but much more mildly and on a more temporary scale. Now, seemingly not long after the lbd incident as mk evidently still hasn't pushed past lbd all that well, his entire framework of stability is practically smashed into pieces. He's stuck in a scroll, he loses track of all of his friends for a while, there is no comfortable safe space for him anymore(a book can probably only realistically tell you so much about a setting, probably not enough to evoke the same familiarity that his house or pigsy's shop does), he literally almost gets eaten, there's ANOTHER massively powerful divine being threatening the safety of his loved ones along with his own, and on top of it all he can't get his powers (which are evidently in DIRE need right now) to work half the time. He had built a dependency on the routine of mundane life beforehand and S4 completely shatters that routine and subsequent stability. It's no wonder why we begin to see him crack, it make sense why we're just now seeing the actual depths of his lack of confidence and his anxiety. This has always been a problem more likely than not, he was able to cope before, or at least hide it, but he can't now. His inability to use his powers properly inevitably worsens the problem. He needs to use his powers but he cant. He needs to be useful, he has to be, but he just can't no matter how long or how hard he tries. Every odd is against him, it's getting to him and it shows. I love how lmk doesn't try to hero-speech it's way out of every character's doubts. I love how they let him break down several times throughout season 4, I love how they let him show emotional weakness not as a plot obstacle that can be ✨✨completely overcome with the power of believing in yourself!! And friends!!! And flashy magic!!! Yayyyyy!!!✨✨ but as a fundamental part of Tang that he just has to work around and deal with it. They obviously can't get too in depth into it (and probably never will) because a. This is a kid show made by Lego, and b. Because he's, y'know, not the main character, but the attention they did bring to it is nice.

I have. Accidently written a paragraph. Oops. uhhhh tldr: They did a good job portraying Tang's internal struggles through S4 while not invalidating his character and behavior from previous seasons. When you kick the rug out from someone's feet and then throw them off a 400ft cliff into a pit full of spikes they're going to be at least a little bit terrified out of their mind and are probably going to understandably show weakness somewhere along the way, I'm glad Lego takes a moment to explore that with Tang at least a little bit.

OKAY!! MOVING ON!!! SORRY ABOUT THAT GHFJJ

Mentioned this earlier on twt but the death grip he maintains on his staff when he gets really scared is a nice touch. He has a history throughout all 4 seasons of latching onto objects or people when he's distressed, a small but fun character detail!

LOOK AT HIM. GIVE HIM A BREAK HE HAS EARNED IT AND HE NEEDS IT PLEEEASDE IM BEGGING SOBS FORERVRRHRHNM

"ahh I'm sorry I'm just- I'm having a melt down and I have no idea what's going on and I just-!"

In line with what I ranted on about for an entire essay earlier- explicit mention of a meltdown! It's quick and short but the fact that they called it a meltdown at all is impressive, this is the first time I can remember a show calling one as such. A meltdown in response to a seeming extended lack of security and a disconnect between Tang and what's going on around him is realistic too, I think at least. The scene right after this when the gang (mostly sandy) does their best to bring Tang back down to earth for a moment was nice, they're such a supportive friend group I love this little found family

DHDJJ???? THIS ENTIRE SCENE WAS GREAT BUT THIS ONE??? WHERE HE JUST GOES ZOOMING THROUGH THE AIR SCREAMMG?? IS HE OKAY?????? HSJH

I HAVE. HIT MY IMAGE LIMIT UMMMM.

I had more to say and I will probably say those later!! For now this is it, it is almost 6 am I should really go to bed augahh

Remember!!!!: live, laugh, tang lego monkie kid. GOODNIGHT!!

[anthony-1846]

Welcome to my long overdue intro post/master post 😁

I’ll definitely update this whenever I post something new… hopefully

I'm not the best at posting regularly

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ANYWAYS INTRO

my name is Anthony

I use he/they pronouns

Multifandom??? I think that's right. Idk I like tmnt, scott pilgrim, sonic, spiderman, and the legend of Zelda, and G&B, all quiet on the western front... Uhhh I can bet I like a lot of other stuff but I just cant remember, I also love movies, shows, music, history, and art.

I've also been REALLY into history, specifically war history soooo (ww1 and the napoleonic wars)

Speaking of music here is my playlist https://feelthemusi.com/playlist/u7pzhx

I dislike loud noises, children, my siblings, making this, and bad internet. 😔

I do have anxiety and probably either adhd or autism but I'm not sure. It does take a while for me to respond so just keep that in mind.

I'm thinking of opening commissions but I have to figure out some stuff before that happens

DNI t-cest, proshipers, transphobes, racists, homophobes, etc. If you have a weird vibe I will probably block you.

I will probably add one of those "meet the artist” things once I make one

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Tmnt AU

I am currently making a tmnt au (which I will name soon enough) so I'll put stuff I posted here 👍

Leo

First post/ edo period samurai?

Cool pose

Raph

Donnie

Mikey

And Artie but uh Mikey yeah Mikey

How have I not posted anything about the others 😔

All of them/others?

...It's all of them

traditional sketches with 6/7 of them actually being my AU

Digital drawings with 2/3 of them being my AU (and breaking my promise)

Me 😁

Rants

Them in general

Names

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Random art

Rottmnt art

Mirage pose

Gentlemen.. And leo

The sillys (plus 2012 mikey and my leo but mostly the sillys)

Flamingo

Other tmnt art

2012 Dontron

tizeline's CTIYS

Random sketches

Traditional art

My friends tried their best

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Fanart???

3m0n3rd's art 😍😍😍

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Not sure how to end this but yippee OH WAIT USER BOXES

How do I add more

[cinemastyles-blog]

Summary: Basically I turned To Be So Lonely into a smut one shot. Harry comes back after ghosting y/n for his tour and they end up getting into a lot.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, lots of arguing, hair pulling, some oral, fingering, unprotected sex, mentions of alcohol, filth

Master

∘₊✧── 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 ──✧₊∘

I swirled my wine in my glass as I scrolled down through my twitter page. My eyes read over a tweet,

Harry Styles home from his world tour with an attached picture of him smiling as he got off his plane.

“Yippee.” I roll my eyes and finish my glass. I look at it and pout slightly, Oh I guess.” I get up and walk over to the counter and empty the bottle into my glass. I lean down and grab another from the rack and grab the bottle opener.

As I pop the cork out, my door bell rings.

I top my wine off and set the bottle on the counter and scoop my glass up. “I’m coming.” I yell as they ring the bell again.

I open the door and my heart sinks, anger instantly filling my body, “Nope. Not doing this tonight.” I go to shut the door but Harry stops me from closing it, “Wait. Y/N. Just-“

I step back and he stumbles through the door, “Please.”

I stare at him as I grip my glass, “Get out.”

“We need to talk.”

I laugh and loosen my grip before my glass shatters, “You had all the time in world when you weren’t doing shows, Harry.”

“About that, I shou-“

“Should be leaving, yeah what a great idea.” I walk over to the door, tears welling in my eyes, “Just go.” He stays still, his eyes stay locked on me, “I was away-“

“You ghosted me Harry.” I slam the door shut and turn to him, “Fucking ghosted me like I meant absolutely nothing to you.”

He shakes his head, “No. no. That-“

“Just.. shut up for a second.” I sigh and take a big gulp of my wine, holding it in my mouth for a few seconds before I swallow, “Let me get this straight.. you-“ I point to him.

“Just, what? Couldn’t handle telling me that I wasn’t enough for you? Couldn’t handle telling me goodbye?” I drop my hand, “What? Was I that bad of a person to you?”

He shakes his head quickly and steps towards me, “I’m just.. an arrogant son of a bitch, y/n.”

I laugh, “What? Is that supposed to make me feel better? Please.” I finish off my wine and walk over to refill it. I let out a sigh after staring at the bottle, “Do you want some?”

I keep my head turned away from him until he answers me, “Please.”

I grab another glass and fill it up. I turn and hand it to him and his fingers brush mine as he takes it. My eyes move to the roses he laid on the counter. I bite my lip and shake my head, “No. I’m pissed at you.” I mumble bringing my glass up to my lips.

“What?” He asks with a slight smile.

“Don’t do that.” I speak into my glass before I drink more, “Don’t fucking do that.”

“You can’t blame me, darling. Not even a little bit.” He steps towards me and lightly drags a finger down my hand that’s holding my glass.

I close my eyes, my body taking in his touch.

“No.” I shake my head and run a hand through my hair, “You just.. you just left me Harry. No phone call. No nothing.”

“I did call you.” He argues.

“You drunk dialed me and I could barely understand a word you said. All I heard was noise.” I finish my glass and debate on pouring another.

Yeah, I need it.

I walk over and set my glass down. Harry walks over, “Don’t blame the drunk calling. You still picked up.”

I sigh and shake my head, “I don’t know why.. I really wasn't ready for it all..” I lift my full glass and chug for a few seconds.

“I was expecting an apology, I guess.” I take a deep breathe and walk over to sit on the couch. Harry follows me over and sits down at the opposite end, “As I said, I’m just an arrogant son of a bitch who just can’t admit that he’s sorry.”

I ignore his slight sarcasm and snap my fingers, “That. That right there, Harry.”

He scoffs, “Please. I’ve said I’m sorry.”

“When?” I bring my knee up and rest my elbow on it, “Name one time right now.”

He stares at me and sighs, “I’ve wanted to.”

“Wanted to what? Call and give me a fucking explanation as to why you just left without another word?” I sigh, “No texts, no phone calls. You just left me with nothing. Like I was nothing.” My voice breaks and I down the rest of my wine.

“I think you’ve had enough, baby.”

Harry’s words anger me, “Don’t call me baby again.” I snap as I stand up, the wine hitting me from sitting down, “Fuck.” I shake my head and walk over to the counter and lean on it.

“Why not? Oh, right, you got your reasons.” Harry says walking over behind me.

“What are you really doing here?” I whip around and slam my hand on the counter, “Besides causing me more pain.”

“Y/N, what do you mea-“

“Do you think it's easy being of the jealous kind?” I cut him off, my drunken thoughts becoming horrendous word vomit, “Seeing you all over twitter and Instagram, touring the world. Hanging out with people. Seeing selfies you take with beautiful girls. You give them the time of day but not me? Not someone who truly loved you..” my voice fades and the tears fall from my eyes, “Loves.. you.”

His facial expression goes soft, “Y/N.” He slowly walks up to me, “I’m sorry.” He whispers as he places a hand on my shoulder, sliding it down my arm to my wrist.

“It was you or the tour, and my manager wouldn’t let me have both. Or an option, for that matter.”

His words shock me, “Wh-what?”

He looks down, “The tour was already set and I-I fought, I wanted you to come but they left me with no choice but to-“

“Why didn’t you just call and tell me that?”

“Because I would have canceled my tour if I actually talked to you.” His look is serious, “I would have came right back here.”

He rubs his thumb on my cheek, his eyes scanning my face as he’s taking a mental picture, “Cause I miss the shape of your lips.” His thumb slowly drags over my bottom one and I close my eyes.

My hands grab his shirt and I pull him towards me, “Harry.” I whisper as I look up at him. He looks down at me, “I just hope you see me in a little better light now..”

“Why didn’t you just tell me that when you first got here?” I trace circles onto his side with my finger, “Would have just cleared everything right up.” I laugh slightly and he shakes his head.

“I wanted to see you, I didn’t want to tell you then have you kick me out right away.” He lays a hand on my cheek, “It's hard for me to go home to an empty house.. I’d be so lonely without you there.”

“So you came here?”

“Straight here.” He sighs, “I’ve missed you. In more ways than one, baby.”

I bite my lip, “Yeah?”

He nods, “Ive missed your hair on my face in the mornings.” He brushes my hair back with his hand, “You wearing my shirts.” He pulls at the shirt I’m wearing and smirks.

I totally forgot that I threw this on this morning, “Y-yeah, I’ve missed you too.”

He leans in, his lips brush my cheek, “I’ve having my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours.”

My body tenses at his words. His lips trail lightly down my neck and I grip his shirt tighter, “Harry.” I whisper as I tilt my head.

He pulls me closer to his body and I can feel his bulge pushing into my hip, “I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere without you ever again, And this is it, so I'm sorry.”

“You-“ I gasp quietly as he bites down onto my collar bone gently, “You have a lot of proving just how sorry you are to do.”

He lifts me up and my legs find their place around his waist, “I’ve been waiting to hear you say that.” He walks me into my bedroom and lays me down on the bed. He stays on top of me and my hungry lips meet his.

He works at taking his shirt off, only breaking the kiss to take it off. He slides my shirt up and kisses down my chest. I arch my back as he leaves quick little kisses all over my stomach, “I’ve.. missed you..”

“I missed you.” I look down at him and he stares at me while he slips his fingers into the band of my sweats, slowly working them down as he maintains eye contact with me.

I raise my hips so he can slide them down my legs and he tosses them, his hands feeling every spot of my legs, “I’ve missed these beautiful legs of yours.” He leans in, kissing from my ankle to my knee, “I missed you spreading them for me, too.”

His words are the key and my legs spread open, “Please.” I whimper, desperate for his touch, “Baby.”

His lips curl into a smirk and he licks his lips, “Anything for you.” His hands slide down my inner thighs and his finger tips grip them as he pulls himself into me.

My moans are loud as his tongue works between my folds. My fingers find their way to his hair and pull as my back arches off the bed, “Fuck, Harry.”

He groans against me and squeezes my thighs harder. I tilt my head back and squeeze my eyes shut as I already feel an orgasm coming on.

Fuck, my body craved him more than I wanted to admit. I needed him.

He slips a finger inside of me and moves to suck my clit. His finger curls up at the perfect angle and my thighs squeeze around his head.

I let out a scream so full of pleasure that I swear it echoed off the walls.

Harry continues to eat me out through my high and he slowly pulls away. He quickly gets undressed and slides his body on top of mine.

No words are spoken as he enters me. His lips crash onto mine and his hand grips and digs at my thigh, pulling me closer to him as he thrusts deep into me.

I moan and wrap an arm around his neck, twirling the hair at the nape of his neck around my fingers.

“I love you.” He whispers into my ear, “I’m so, so sorry.”

I bite my lip, feeling the tears well up in my eyes, “It’s okay.” I whisper, my voice barely audible, “It’s okay.”

He moves to rest his forehead on mine and I lay a hand on his cheek as I arch, pressing my chest against his, “I love you.”

“I love you so much.” He moans and kisses me, his tongue pushing against mine, “I’m so sorry.”

I moan and run a hand through his hair, “Baby. It’s okay.”

He smiles and buries his face into my neck, moaning against my skin as he thrusts slow and deep each time, “I was so lonely without you.”

I pull him closer, “I’m not going anywhere unless it’s with you.” I kiss his neck and suck a little spot onto it. He moans as I repeat my actions, “Fuck, y/n.”

I gasp and lay my other leg over his back, “Mm, Harry.” I dig my nails into his shoulder and drag down as I cum around him.

He kisses up my neck and across my jaw line, “Feel good?” He whispers as he nips at my skin.

I nod and whimper, “Mhm.”

He smiles, “I thought about this moment. Having you with me. Kissing you, being inside you. All of it.”

I listen to him speak and lay a hand on his cheek, “Me too.” His eyes close and he turns his head to kiss my palm, “I’m gunna cum.” He groans and his thrusts slow down as he prepares to pull out.

He releases himself onto my stomach, groaning against my lips as I kiss him. He tilts his head back and sighs, “That was a lot better than I imagined it.”

I laugh slightly and nod, “Agreed.”

He cleans us up and lays down next to me, pulling me into his arms. I lay my head on his chest as he pulls the blankets up around us.

“I wanted to hate you, you know.. but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.” I trace the outline of his tattoo and he plays with my hair, “I would have hated me if I were you, what I did was..” he blows air and I look up at him.

“You came back for me.”

“As soon as my feet hit the pavement, I was on my way.” He smiles, “I’m glad you didn’t kick me out, though.”

“Yeah, if I could have I probably would have, I guess I just didn’t want to spend another night alone.” I wink with a smirk and he shakes his head laughing.

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[Amputation]

A/N: trying a new style- just some minor changes :3

CW:!!!!!!!! blood, begging, restraints, amputation with hand saw (no anesthesia, sedation etc etc), broken bones using a hammer, violence, potential gore. view with caution yippee!!

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Rayan had never expected the torture to go so far.

Sure, he could endure the constant violence from his captors and the pain that follows. He can endure being driven to an inch of his life — if that could even be said, considering he's immortal — and then be left on the floor until his wounds regenerate and heal. But this? This was a little too far, in his opinion. But obviously, his opinion didn't matter.

Staring up at a hand saw in Madir's latex gloved hand, restrained to the point that he was beginning to lose circulation in parts of his body, bound to what one could only assume was a table — he realized they finally knew they had to restrain him better — Rayan could only muster up a little whimper. It sickened him to his very core how clean the saw looked, how it gleamed and glistened in the light above his head.

"Enjoying the view?" Madir commented with a snicker, causing Rayan's gaze to snap to the latter's smug expression.

"What the fuck is this-?" He spat, thankful for the fact that his voice did not tremble. Madir responded at first with only a chuckle, before the edge of the hand saw came right down on Rayan's wrist — only hovering above the skin.

"I think you know."

...That was when the pain started. Pulsing, rhythmic pain, accompanied by the noise of metal cutting into flesh. And, of course, Rayan screamed. It was agonising — unlike any torture he'd ever experience. Blood began to ever so slowly pool around his wrist, and the saw cut deeper, deeper, and deeper again. He writhed and squirmed under the restraints, but he couldn't get very far, not with the agony slowly clouding his mind. But, soon, it finished. There was only a pulsing ache in his wrist, and as Madir forcefully grabbed Rayan's face and twisted it to the side to look at the wound, the latter understood why.

Rayan's amputated hand was dangling from a bit of flesh that was still intact — Madir most certainly got bored and finished it early. He managed a little whimper at the sight, his voice already weak and hoarse from screaming. Madir's voice seemed to ring in his ears, his vision blurred from tears he daren't shed in front of his captor.

"Let's do your other hand, hm?"

Rayan managed a frantic shake of his head, words slurring together. "N-no, no, please, go- go for my leg, break my leg instead, please don't-"

"Oh, if you insist."

...Rayan hadn't expected that to work. But, he immediately regretted his begging as Madir switched the now bloody hand saw for a hammer. Madir's grin in response to his frightened gaze made Rayan want to throw up.

"You've no clue how long I've wanted to do this for, Rayan."

The hammer was brought down on Rayan's knee, and he felt a sense of déjà vu come crashing down on his pitiful figure. It distinctly reminded him of his last escape attempt, when Foster stopped him from escaping by busting his kneecaps with a bat. The sickening sound of bones cracking bounced off of the basement walls, but was soon underpowered by Rayan's scream that promptly followed. His leg was hit repeatedly, Madir purposely going for the exact points Foster had gone for — most likely to make Rayan remember. To make him relive that hellish nightmare of an escape attempt but, seemingly to Rayan, tenfold.

He must've lost enough blood to let his body be encompassed by the warm embrace of unconsciousness, because the last thing he remembered, the pain seemed to stretch on for an eternity.

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