#maybe even have a prop gifting option

[pebblemae]

You know what I would LOVE? If we could make our own Sky houses Roblox style. Like we have a plot of land, a starter building, and a few furniture items. Any furniture props you have you can set up and make your own little home. I would LOVE to have that in game.

[steddieas-shegoes]

At ten years old, Eddie’s mama gets a raise at work just in time for Christmas. This is the same year Wayne works enough to set aside almost $200 for Eddie’s Christmas presents.

Eddie doesn’t know this, and he’s a kid who knows better than to expect more than a few things in his stocking and one or two “bigger gifts” -usually books or tapes- so it’s a surprise when his stocking is overflowing and there’s a huge box under the tree Christmas morning.

Even more surprising is that it’s labeled from Santa, and Eddie hasn’t believed in Santa for nearly three years despite everyone in his classes still believing. He bounces on his feet while he waits for Wayne to get his coffee, for his mama to finish making their special hot chocolate.

The year he gets his first guitar is also the year he finds out his mama can sing like a rock star.

It’s the year he finds out Wayne used to play bluegrass at a bar back home and probably could’ve made it big if he was willing to leave his sister.

It’s the year Eddie finds out he can play by ear and uses it to his advantage to learn all his favorite songs as soon as he figures out the chords.

And for years, he is quick to pull out his acoustic to learn something new, even when he manages to buy his electric with money from helping fix cars at the shop where his uncle’s friend works.

After he saves Hawkins, and his hands stop shaking enough for him to play, he asks Steve to bring his acoustic to the hospital so he can entertain himself. Steve shares a look with Wayne, then his mama.

“It, uh, didn’t survive…everything.”

Nothing broke his heart quite like hearing that.

He pretends it’s okay though, doesn’t want his mama and Wayne to feel worse than they already did about everything.

He tables his emotions until he’s alone that night, shortly after dinner when everyone goes home to get some rest before the next day of volunteering, and cleaning, and visiting.

He’s woken up in the middle of the night by the door opening, and even though the person coming in is trying to be quiet, the door creaks from the building settling funny during the “earthquake.”

“Steve?”

Steve turns and even in the dark, Eddie can see his blush.

He’s holding something.

Something big and guitar shaped.

“What have you done?”

Steve walks over to him and gently sets the guitar case in his lap.

Eddie opens it and sees a gently used acoustic with Eddie’s name now engraved on the side.

“Steve.”

“You can have nice things. You should have nice things. We don’t have many options right now, but at least you won’t get rusty.”

Eddie cried.

Steve held him.

And after Steve wiped his tears away and kissed his forehead—which was something they’d be talking about as soon as Eddie could focus on something other than the guitar in his lap— he played slower songs, songs that even Steve could recognize, until a nurse realized Steve was here past visiting hours and kicked him out.

When his mama saw it the next morning propped by his bed, she smiled knowingly.

“I see the boy followed through.”

“What?”

“He asked me all kinds of questions about guitars and what your old one looked like and if a used one would be okay. Don’t know how he found one so quick.”

“He’s pretty determined when he sets his mind to something.”

“I think he’s set his mind on you, baby.”

Eddie thought maybe she was right.

[messyhairedhazeleyeddude]

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彡 A Yandere!Gojo Satoru x Cursed!Male!Reader | SMUT 彡

＊ Contents ; Obsession, stalking, masturbation, masochism, kind of non-con sleep blowjob, rough sex, murder, handjobs, and worshipping.

＊ Dynamic ; Soft Yandere/Admirer to Lover

＊ Sexual Dynamic ; Sub!Gojo Satoru | Dom!Male!Reader

＊ P.O.V ; Third

＊ Age Range ; 18+ (This is younger Gojo by the way.)

＊ Music suggestion ;

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Satoru was a man of many. Intelligent, charming, unserious, and funny; he had no problem with meeting people outside and inside of school. Rather, he had quite a bit of friends, set up the day he was born with everything he needed for a social life. Handsome, strong, and labeled better than everyone else. That was him. And he knew this very well.

It was no secret that he took advantage of it. In his spare time, Gojo was known for hooking up with various women and men like it was some sort of fun game where he needed to collect as many bodies as he could. Just to be on top of the ‘Who’s most fuckable pyramid?’. It was his thing. He was number one. He needed to have everything. Just, because, he was Gojo Satoru.

Many spread the word on how he was in those behind-the-scenes exchanges, his fucking skills not short from all his other accomplishments, perfection at its finest. And one thing that was the most mentioned about the sorceror was how no one… NO ONE… could get him to fall for them. No matter how many times they gave him gifts, no matter how much they followed him, he never looked their way once after they got alone for a simple bang.

Instead, they’d be the ones to fall head over heels and never got over the rejection. That was his specialty. The reason why he gained a fan base. And he was flattered by it. Amused even. But, it never convinced him to get with any single one of them. That would never happen in a million years.

After many shunned attempts from his classmates, old friends, and one night stands to get with him on a relationship level, they assumed that Satoru was full-on Aromantic. That the man loved himself too much to get something like a crush. Or he was in a completely different world than them because of his power.

Those weren’t the real reasons as to why Gojo wasn’t interested in them, however. He just didn’t feel drawn to that vulnerability. How they were so easy to figure out with a simple look from him. Knowing everything like this was the biggest challenge for him. He was stuck, endlessly bored because all of his options were predictable, and not one of them entertaining enough. No threat. That’s how it was.

Until sophomore year of the Jujutsu college was when he came across someone out of the ordinary in the school hallway. He happened to be a new student, transferring from a completely different part of the world, and the amount of cursed energy leaking from his aura made the sorcerer stop in his tracks.

When the man turned to look down directly into Satoru’s eyes as he walked past him, it sent shockwaves through his spine and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. For the first time in his life, he found somebody that he was unable to read.

At first, he was in denial about it. He couldn’t understand why one person would be different from the rest when it came to his perception. So, to figure it out, he began to follow the guy around.

Don’t ask why he didn’t approach him first, he didn’t know why, but he couldn’t. His heart would beat irregularly and he’d start to sweat, his entire chest and face heating up if they locked eyes at all. Maybe it was because his [E/C] orbs were intimidating or because he was extremely fucking good-looking. Maybe both. All he knew was that he never experienced it before and that was terrifying.

He started with small stares from afar, prop up near the places he would spot him and watch what he would do for several minutes. Waiting until he left to walk right behind him and see where else he would go.

So far, he was about as normal as anyone else in routine. He’d walk to his classes, do his work, and focus hard on his studies throughout lunch. Burying his nose in books upon books that the white-haired man would never pick up. Yet, what he found intriguing was his lack of interest in others.

The man didn’t socialize, ever. He would get up from his seats and tables whenever somebody would sit next to him. If they tried to talk to him, they were ignored like they were a wall. He’d ignore them, throw their notes to him in the trash, and any project he was assigned to was made for him to be alone. It was almost near impossible to grab a name. Thankfully, the system needed it to enroll and that was easy to get to.

Now, he knew that it was wrong of him to invade his personal space and illegal. But, Gojo had a severe problem with boundaries and it didn’t help that he could get away with it by teleporting. Also, he just didn’t care. A little curiosity never hurt him.

Eventually, he got to rummaging through the school records in the late hours of night, finding a file containing a name he didn’t recognize, ‘[L/N] [F/N]’. Pulling it out of its box, he opened it to check the picture and came face-to-face with a question mark box in place of it. His eyebrows furrowed and he scanned through the rest of what was listed about him.

The description of his features and classes were all there, things that he already knew, the basic stuff. But, this confirmed that [F/N] was his name and that’s all that mattered. Satoru was about to close the document and put it back before he glanced down at a small paragraph that read:

‘[L/N] is reserved to be under tight supervision and security conditions. He shall never be allowed to leave the city or Jujutsu without permission. If it falters, we will initiate our final plan.’

He narrowed his glowing blue eyes at the ominous writing, thumbing over the edges of the page while he thought to himself quietly, ‘I wonder… Is he as good as me?’ That idea crossed his mind and didn’t leave him alone. ‘Someone stronger than me… Is that possible?’ His fingers folded the paper back to where it belonged while trying to ignore himself, tucking it safely, and closing the drawer to make it look like nothing was tampered with. Then he turned around to get to heading out, not seeing the large figure looming in the shadows behind him.

It was by the time Gojo hopped out of the window he used to break into the room, that he realized [F/N] was plaguing every corner of his brain. He couldn’t stop thinking about him. Like his face was burned into his memory.

His gloomy, [E/C] eyes that bore a hole through him whenever he caught his attention. That sharp nose that gave him an edge, scrunched up at anyone that passed by. Plump, pouty lips that would frown as soon as he was being bothered. God, and that soft red tone resting in the middle of them, it made him think of the worst perverted things he could possibly come up with.

Satoru was tripping over his feet trying to get back to his dorm room, using the roofs of buildings, and traveling at a rate he could when dealing with a boner this bad.

Finally, right as he stumbled into his place, he began unbuckling his belt and sliding it off to throw it loosely onto the floor somewhere. He got most of his clothes off of him and left his boxers to be the last thing pulled off, his dick springing free and brushing over his lower stomach before he wrapped his slender hand around the base.

He played with his tip for a minute, beads of pre-cum sliding down and coating his fingers. Letting him cover his shaft the more he pumped. It was throbbing, blushing pink like cotton candy, and glistened in the moonlight of his room. And oddly enough, all of this was being done to a fantasy of sucking [F/N] off.

Gojo had never touched himself to someone individually before. Especially to someone he hadn’t hooked up with. And not in a way where they were on top or it wasn’t solely based on sex.

This was new to him and he was losing himself to it, badly. His hips thrusted upwards into his hand, the other one reaching up to his mouth so he could suck on his fingers and coat them with spit. Finishing getting them wet, he positioned two of them against his hole and slowly forced it inside.

He closed his eyes and imagined it was [F/N]’s, groaning at the abnormal feeling of being finger-fucked but enjoying it more than anything else. It barely took a couple of times of ramming them in before his cum began to spurt out in huge amounts. Decorating both his stomach and his hand in a stringy design.

After that night, Satoru came to a conclusion on how he felt about the [H/C]-haired man. This proved to be very, very frustrating.

The urge to see [F/N] was constant. It got so bad that he was leaving zero to little time for his friends, spending most of it on lingering near his newfound crush and drooling over any tiny thing he would do. And this went on for weeks.

Until one day, his obsession hit an all-time high. He was following him into the locker rooms like usual, having memorized this to be his routine whenever he was going to get ready for training. Although, to his disappointment, the guy would use his shirt and towel to cover himself when he changed. So he never even got a single peek.

But, today seemed to be different because [F/N] didn’t head toward his locker. He went in the direction of the showers, carrying a couple of items with him that looked like clothes and necessities. Excitement and nervousness rushed through Satoru. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he was going to get to see the man in all of his glory.

To keep himself from being detected, he was suspended in the air near the ceiling in a sitting position, patiently watching him arrange the shampoo and conditioner bottles before gripping the hem of his black fitted shirt.

[F/N] stripped it off of him, going at a slow pace that was teasing the hell out of him. Gojo was on the edge of his seat as he took in every bit, biting his bottom lip when he got to his pants and slipped them off of his slim waist. His build was impressive and so was his stature, enough to make Satoru draw blood from how hard he was digging his teeth in.

It wasn’t surprising that the white-haired man went straight to unbuttoning his pants and pulling his hard-on into view. Watching how he washed his body and cleaned his hair, struggling to hold in his moans while getting off to the sight. He barely got past five minutes before he was cumming mid-air, the droplets landing in the corner and making a bit of noise, causing Gojo to abruptly rush out of there as soon as he saw him turning his head.

His back was pressed against the wall on the other side of the showers, his chest moving up and down, the butterflies in his stomach swarming. He reached down to tuck his dick back in and zip it up, glancing at his hands that were dirtied with his jizz. Satoru sighed, in disbelief at his own actions before he went for the nearby sinks to wash them off.

Just as he did that, the shower was turned off and out stepped [F/N] a minute later. He passed by him while he was drying his hands off, causing Gojo to tense. His beating heart hadn’t even calmed from what happened not too long ago, he couldn’t handle this. So, he spun around and bolted for the door faster than the two of them could speak.

A small smirk quirked up the side of the [H/C]-haired man’s mouth, his gaze drifting toward the disappearing back of him, smug with a glint in his eyes.

Eventually, days had passed and Satoru was still in the same routine with chasing around his crush everywhere. Except it spread to him casually visiting his place in the middle of night to spend the rest of it either watching him sleep or pleasing himself outside of his window.

There would be times where he would break in and take his things to use like boxers and lotion. But, he tried to make it unnoticeable. He cared about stealth. That was until one of those nights, [F/N] decided to wear nothing but underwear.

Gojo’s blue eyes were glued on his figure, feeling like it was his lucky day to get to see something as rare as this. He was used to him wearing tank tops and basketball shorts, a small peep of his waistband was the most action he’d get if the man happened to move. Getting too excited, he was already sliding his sweatpants to his knees, shoving a hand in to get to jerking off for the millionth time. He couldn’t get tired of it when it came to him.

But before Satoru started, he realized that the window had been cracked open slightly. It was left open. Open…

He stopped what he was doing to push the rest of it upward, climbing inside of the tidy room and shutting it right after. The warmth and the quiet atmosphere invited him in, making him almost feel at home. That wasn’t wrong considering he was found in this place daily, scouring and finding out any thing that he had in this room. Which wasn’t much. Only thing that he was interested in was the locked box under his bed. Though, he couldn’t bust it no matter how hard he tried.

Looking down at the peaceful, sleeping [F/N] made his mind wander to a darker side of lust, his orbs brightening like diamonds as he let his sweats drop to the floor along with his boxers. He stepped out of them and lifted himself using his ‘Infinity’, hovering over him and getting the real picture of their size difference.

Gojo steadied his breathing as best as he could while flicking his eyes over his boxers, peeling them off bit by bit. He had to be extremely slow, careful than ever. Because if he woke up, who knows what would happen to him? And that risky feeling was more than enough fuel for the sex-crazed man.

Once [F/N]’s dick was exposed, Satoru had expected to see it flaccid, but it was already halfway hard. ‘Hm? Is he having a wet dream?’ He came to that conclusion. His excitement worsening because of the assumption and ended in him jumping the gun. He lowered down to where his tip was, giving a small kitten lick and watching his expression to see what would happen.

He knew it was a terrible idea to do what he was planning on. But, he didn’t want to stop what he was doing either. Actually, the fantasy of him finding out was really hot to him. What would he do? Would he get upset? Degrade him a bit? He was sure he could get off to that too.

[F/N] furrowed his brows a little and a noise similar to a grunt came from him, letting Gojo have the clear to go further. He placed his entire tongue on it, swirling around the head of his dick at a medium pace, and tasting his salty pre-cum with a satisfied look on his face. God, how long had he wanted to do this? He couldn’t keep track. It wasn’t that long of a wait but to him, it was like he served decades in prison, being teased with the keys in the cell next to him.

More grunts slipped past [F/N]’s pretty lips, falling onto his ears, and encouraging him to take more into his mouth. He hollowed out his cheeks while bobbing his head up and down to give the finishing touch, pulling out his phone at some point to snap a thirty second video of what he was doing for safekeeping. Every sound of his was making his own cock leak with arousal, dripping onto his bed, and reminding him that he needed attention too.

He dropped the device to move his hand back down, stroking his shaft and playing with the slit on his tip, muffling his moans on [F/N] and getting dirtier with the blowjob. His spit was running down the sides of him, messy and spreading around his mouth. The bobbing turned into a circle motion and he progressively got faster and faster. Feeling his dick twitching once he deepthroated.

The [H/C]-haired man’s legs lifted slightly, bending his knees while he thrusted upward. His eyebrows completely knitted together and his noises only sounding more intense. He was nearing his end, Satoru could tell. And it was then that he popped his mouth off, gasping for air, making his other hand wrap around to jack him off at a speed so quick that there was no time lost.

He stuck out his tongue and pressed it right against the landing zone, an odd euphoric look to his eyes as he soaked in the moment like it was his biggest achievement yet. That was until he saw those [E/C] ones piercing right back at him, the color of them being replaced with a… glowing, dark purple? What?

In an instant, Gojo’s hair was swept through and grabbed into a fistful, lifted off of him and thrown into the wall next to them with a force strong enough to cause him to go through it. His eyes went wide, staring directly at the frightened face of one of his classmates who was awoken by the loud impact and flying drywall. Barely a second into the exchange of words through looks with the girl, he was yanked back into the room, and the men rolled together onto the ground.

[F/N]’s palm slapped across his mouth, digging his thumb and all of his fingers into both of Satoru’s cheeks; turning him around to face towards his chest so he could pin him down better. His other hand was locked tightly in a grip around his wrists, both of his knees underneath his legs, his usual cold stare replaced by rage. And what he was hoping earlier felt heard all of a sudden.

There, he got to meet his crush for the first time and have that closeness he’d been hoping to get. Or just a simple word back. Something. He craved for his attention so bad that he could threaten him and it’d still satisfy his desire.

Gojo’s surprise slowly shifted into a wide smile, his eyes having a crazier spark to them while he giggled, figuring out what [F/N] had done. It was a trap.

The sound of a concerned voice interrupted before he could speak, “Gojo-kun? Are you okay?” Satoru mentally sighed, his expression dropping to half-lidded annoyed glare. He heard a brief slip of a laugh from [F/N] and raised his brows in shock, thinking he was amused by his face until he felt something pushing against his lower body, entering right inside of his hole.

No, he wasn’t laughing at that. He was laughing because he was enjoying the fact he was going to be exposed. Satoru should’ve been turned off by that, but rather he was loving it himself. He didn’t know why. This was so unlike the upcoming head of the Gojo clan. Although, he lost it already once [F/N] buried most of his thick length inside of him. His soul looked like it was being possessed, a purple glazing over his blue eyes.

Thankfully, he was stretched out by his fingers previously because the width of his cock was big enough to still make it feel uncomfortable. His thrusts rough as soon as he got most of it in. He didn’t think it would hurt this much, feel this amazing too. The combining sensations fucking with his brain and making him melt into the powerful man’s hold.

[F/N] was inside of his head. Literally. He could hear him whispering things in there through his technique, “You’re mine, Six Eyes. All of that cursed energy… It’s mine now.” Mind manipulation. That was his technique. He figured it out.

No wonder he couldn’t understand what it was at first. It was one of the main attributes of the special grade cursed object, ‘[M/N]’s Needles’. That means that the small marks on his forehead weren’t birthmarks, it was needles, deep into his own skull.

A smirk grew on the side of [F/N]’s mouth when he saw the ‘Aha!’ look across Gojo’s face, an extremely low, nerve-wracking voice coming out of him as he leaned right next to the white-haired male’s ear to remind him, “You’re not winning anything. I think I’d like to take your offer up on making you my new fuck toy.”

Then the aggressive fucking from before turned into straight abuse on him, Satoru’s expression twinging through a mixture of exasperation and pure bliss. Locking eyes with the same girl he’d been stressing about when his eyes rolled up into the back of his head. She choked up and took a step back, watching her peer get destroyed. But not for much longer because she mysteriously got warped into space, disappearing from the room without any explanation.

Gojo peeked back at [F/N], psychotically smirking and letting out a string of loud, slutty moans and groans. Not holding back because he knew that nobody could stop them. Especially with such a strong curse at his side. Despite his knowledge on what he was doing to him, he also made sure he could take control of the situation too. And what that means is he formed a pact.

The young sorcerer leaned forward, summoning most of his strength to give him a kiss, struggling to keep his eyes open anyway. [F/N] didn’t kiss back, knowing what he was up to the second he heard the thought from Satoru. But, he kept insisting, pushing his lips harder and harder against his.

There was several attempts at rejecting him, but it didn’t matter. Even as [F/N] gripped his ass harshly with both hands, dug all of his nails in, and tore his bottom lip up more. He continued to plant the same kiss, going so far and desperate that he started making out with him. It didn’t matter if he responded to it because Satoru wasn’t just doing it out of tricking him into this pact. This was love. Twisted, fucked up, love.

[F/N] pulled away for the twelfth time, panting and surprised that he was holding on for this amount of time. By now, they’d be falling apart and passing out. And he had even switched it to his most effective position. Gojo’s back was pressed up on the wall, arched and his legs wrapped around his waist, struggling to hold on from him being quite tall. His hand was wrapped around his neck, squeezing hard to the point where he was coughing, making sure that he didn’t lift himself to kiss him anymore.

“Do you want to get yourself killed? Or do you want to cum and survive, asshole?” [F/N] spat, getting up to his face in a threatening manner. Satoru smiled back at him once again, managing to choke a sentence out, “I want both… please!” He was teasing him even in this situation. The grip on his soul never wavering yet he talked back. This pissed him the hell off.

Every ounce of his strength raged into Gojo immediately after that, the wall caving in on them, and the sheer volume of both of their techniques fighting one another in the midst of their exchange. His crystal blues spaced out and tilted up, staring off as he fell limp in [F/N]’s arms, his forehead pressing against his to give one last attempt.

The [E/C]-eyed man couldn’t resist the temptation. He didn’t know why. He didn’t think about it. He just did it. His lips smashed onto Satoru’s expecting him to be drained of anything that he could use against him. But, he was wrong. Dead wrong. If anything, the fate had been sealed right then and there from that action.

A knot was forming in [F/N]’s and his stomach as he panicked about the failure when feeling his power fade along with Gojo’s, the smile from before planting against his face right in the kiss they had. He tricked him into it. He fucking cheated.

So much anger was rammed into Satoru for the next few hours even after [F/N] and him finished at the same pace. His guts practically being filled with his seed over and over, then rapidly having it fucked in until it couldn’t escape. He paid him back for what he did. For ruining everything he had by tying a commitment to him he didn’t want. Although, for some reason, he couldn’t help but be impressed. Possibly looking forward to their time together.

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Satoru weakly smiled at Geto and shook his head, answering his question on where he’s been the last couple of months with a soft sigh, “I’ve been getting around a lot. When you have this many fans, it’s hard to keep up.” The black-haired man looked at him, unamused; poking at his noodles. His baggy eyes seemed to be getting worse. Shoko chimed in a smart comment, “Is that why you’re getting hickeys now? You letting someone top you?”

Gojo froze and snapped his head at her, his serious face causing her to began laughing like crazy and exclaim out loud, “No way! So, it’s true! You are being bottom!” He raised his hands in the air at her and waved them around while denying it profusely, “You think someone can get one over me? Gojo! Satoru! Do you not know my name? What kind of crazy lady are you, huh?!”

They bickered back and forth until Geto split the two of them up and decided it was time for all of them to go their separate ways. He waved ‘Goodbye’ as he walked away, slipping his hands in both of his pockets before turning his head to look in an alleyway that he was barely about to pass. For a split second, he was sure he caught a glance of purple eyes peering back at him, but when he checked again; there was nothing.

He looked at the dark midsection of the buildings, waiting to see if something else would happen, and then walked on as soon as it appeared to be his mind playing tricks on him.

Little did he know, that later on in that same alleyway, after Shoko left Gojo alone. He was being fondled by the curse he now claims as his forever boyfriend and ‘fuck buddy’ who stood there, eavesdropping on him the entire day.

They switch roles in following each other. Happening to be [F/N]’s day. And they both couldn’t hold back the urge of wanting to fuck the shit out of the other all the time. Satoru never reluctant to letting the man have his way. And as he let the blue-eyed man finish from his hand, he dug his teeth into his shoulder blade, mentally shouting at him in his head, “Who’s on top again, pretty boy?! What did you say to them again?” His cum spurted everywhere onto the floor and his fingers, those eyes rolling back like usual while he muttered, “You, sir…. Only, you.”

[midnightscramble]

Hello I want to request one of Agatha Harkness x fem! Reader smut 🥹

Like Lightning Part 1 (Agatha Harkness x fem!Reader)

The Masterlist

Author’s Note: So, so many liberties were taken (if it’s not to your liking feel free to request again, don’t be shy!) Happy readings to you.

Summary: To Agatha’s surprise and relief her neighbor Y/n is not under Wanda’s complete control, Y/n has a feeling her and Agatha have met before…

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, pwp, slight angst/comfort, touch starved Agatha, thigh riding (Agatha receiving), biting (Agatha receiving), bottom Agatha, top reader, no Beta read

There was not much to do in Westview. The smart dressed college kids she went to school with had invited Y/n to hang out by the water tower, the go to spot for wanna be delinquents. But every night was the same, they discussed the same things with slightly more fluency than the night before, almost as if it was a rehearsal.

Rather than endure any more of the pseudo intellectual ramblings, Y/n had taken to walking at night. She walked just about everywhere, weaving in and out of neighborhoods, even taking to the near by woods. Although she couldn’t put her finger on it, there was something about Westview at night that intrigued her. The air had a dream like quality, perhaps it was the mysterious fog that invaded the town each night, or maybe it was just her imagination.

Either way, Y/n felt a keen sense of safety on these walks. The city council had recently established a town curfew, meaning everyone was supposed to be in their homes by 8 pm. Two hours later and it was guaranteed that all lights would be out as people retired for the night. Everyone seemed so eager to comply with the rules that there was not a single soul left awake to enforce them.

That was until she saw an abandoned bicycle propped up against a tree near the edge of the woods. Cautiously approaching, she let her hands run over the handles. They were warm. Someone had recently ridden the bike. Y/n looked around the empty streets, and then towards the woods. The odds were that some kid thought they’d be rebellious and runaway for the night. She huffed and debated her options: continue her walk, or prevent a would be search party.

Always the good samaritan, she trudged through the fallen leaves, letting instinct guide her. It was almost as if a magnetic force was tugging her deeper into the woods. No, a child wouldn’t have made it this far, a child would have turned back by now- the sound of crickets chirping suddenly ceased, replaced by the low hum of radio static. She stopped in her tracks a peered into the darkness.

Choppily, a disembodied voice sounded as if it were right in front if her “We ha-ve eye-s on an-other host-age”

Y/n took off in a sprint before she could process what was being said. She dropped her keys somewhere in her rush to safety but didn’t look back until she had reached the familiar pavement of the roads. Still running, she made a beeline for home, and to her great relief a light emitted from her neighbor Agatha’s window. She ran up to the front door and pounded on it. Her heart was beating so fast she feared her ribcage would give way to its force. Finally the door opened, and Y/n collapsed into the door frame.

“Oh, well hello to you too,” Agatha sing songed.

“Please you’ve got to let me in, there’s something in the woods…” Agatha’s eyes narrowed slightly as she peaked over Y/n’s shoulder to examine the outside.

With concern in her eyes, she guided the young woman in. She wasn’t quite sure if Y/n was lucid or not. It seemed unlikely that Wanda would suddenly decide to give her a gift, and equally unlikely that her wife, Y/n, was in control of her actions.

Wanda’s spell on Westview had cruelly separated Agatha and Y/n. Day after day, Agatha was forced to watch Y/n wonder, flirt, and be a pawn in the whatever plot Wanda was acting out. The two had not interacted a single time during this whole ordeal, making Agatha’s days feel endless.

Y/n being one door down and yet completely out of her reach had been driving her slightly insane. Although, she did appreciate the proximity as it allowed her to keep an eye out for any threats.

“What happened did someone chase you?” Y/n paused and looked around, she had never been inside Agatha’s home before. In fact she had never even spoken to the woman, and yet she had the oddest sensation that being here with the woman was exactly where she belonged. Y/n dug through the deepest recesses of her mind, and looked at the woman in question.

It was only then that it occurred to Y/n the peculiarity of the situation. How was it that Agatha wasn’t asleep? Everyone in Westview followed the town’s curfew, yet here Agatha was, fully dressed in day clothes and awake as ever.

She ignored Agatha’s question and posed one of her own, “How is it that we are both awake right now?”

The dark haired woman sucked in a breath. Y/n never ceased to surprise her, she should have known her wife would move against the grain even when dark magic compelled her to fall in line.

“We must not be susceptible to lullabies…” She searched Y/n’s eyes for understanding. Her crypticness only seemed to agitate her wife further. If she wanted to get away from Wanda’s prying eyes she would have to convince Y/n to come down to the cellar, where her ruins are.

Agatha arched an eyebrow, “Care for a drink?” Y/n nodded and followed her to the kitchen. On autopilot she started making the woman a vodka soda, but as she reached to place it down on the counter Y/n grabbed her wrist.

“How did you know my drink?” Not releasing her hold, Y/n pushed into the woman’s personal space, trying to intimidate her. Backing her into the wall she asked again, “What do you know?”

Agatha swallowed, the longing that had built up these past few months had left her positively starved for her wife’s touch. The feeling of the woman's body pressed against hers made her release a whimper. Y/n eyes darkened, and her breathe became shallow at the small noise Agatha emitted. Her grip on the woman's wrist loosened and she soothingly rubbed the pads of her fingertips against the reddened skin.

Even with no memory, Agatha thought to herself, the woman before her was still her sweet Y/n. Still caring even when frustrated and fighting.

For a moment, they stayed in that position, tightly pressed against the wall, breathing the same air until the lights of the house suddenly cut out. Y/n gasped as they were plunged into darkness. She clung onto Agatha, "What's going on, please I need to know."

She slipped out of the hold and tugged Y/n's hand gently, "You'll have to come with me." Silently they walked down the basement stairs. Large stones with carvings were littered across the floor, coming together to make a pentagram and Agatha guided them to the center. Wisps of purple floated through the air, like cotton candy being carried by the wind. In awe, Y/n reached out and gently touched it, it crinkled and cracked against her fingers like electricity. She turned to Agatha, waiting for an explanation.

...

They sat across from each other on the floor, far more relaxed as the reality of the situation was brought to light.

"And you're working to stop Wanda?" Y/n clarified.

"Well, now we're working to stop Wanda."

"But who exactly are we?" Agatha bit her lip before responding, "I'm your wife."

Y/n's eyes widened, she wished she could say it was in disbelief but she was mostly impressed with herself. A slow smile spread across her face, cat like and absolutely predatory, "Is that why you liked me corning you earlier?"

Agatha flushed, "You have to understand, I've been alone for months," as the woman explained herself Y/n started a slow crawl forward, "and having to watch you-"

"You've been watching me?"

"No! I mean yes, but not like that." Agatha buried her head in her hands. She jumped slightly feeling Y/n's hand close around her ankle, using her strength to drag the woman closer.

Once there was little space between them, Y/n carded her fingers through Agatha's hair, "That sounds awful, but I have to say, I'm glad you were alone" her grip tightened on the brown strands tugging her head back and exposing her neck, "I wouldn't want anyone else keeping you company."

Agatha's eyes closed as Y/n's lips met her neck, the feeling distracted her from the hand unfastening her jeans. She opened them when Y/n huffed with impatience. Agatha would have stopped to tease but she had waited too damn long for this. She made quick work of the pants and slid them down her smooth legs. The moment she was unoccupied Y/n hands were back on her, squeezing and rubbing every inch of skin almost as if she was confirming that Agatha was truly there.

Everyone else in Westview had seemed hallow, like a projection of a person, but Agatha was real. She was real and soft, and radiated heat.

Their mouths clashed against each other's and Agatha moved to straddle Y/n's leg. She slowly brought her hips down and rocked forward. Agatha broke the kiss as a shuddered breath left her. Purple clouds started gathering above the ruins, churning with energy. Peering above her, Y/n smirked at the display of uncontrolled magic. She could feel wetness gather on her thigh as Agatha's movements became rythmic, and the clouds above them rumbled.

Moaning into the other woman's mouth, Agatha's cunt clenched around nothing. Moving her hands to the woman's waist, Y/n forced her to move faster. Beads of sweat ran down Y/n's neck as the room grew humid, she looked at the beautiful woman above her, her wife. In act of pure possession she bit the soft flesh between her neck and shoulder, sinking her teeth in until she felt skin break. Agatha cried out and a loud crack sounded behind them, her hips stuttered to a halt and her toes curled at the sensation washing over her. Y/n ran her tongue over the bite soothingly and continued moving Agatha's hips until she pushed her away, overstimulated.

Cheeks flushed and out of breath, Agatha let out a laugh. Following her line of sight, Y/n turned to see what she was looking at. A spot on the floor was scorched.

It appeared as though lightening had struck.

[offbranddrpepsi]

Hiiiiiiiii<33. I just read the Yandere Chamber headcanons and I REALLY liked them. Can I request Yandere Chamber NSFW headcanons this time?

Absolutely. Im glad you liked them. NSFW Below the cut per usual.

NSFW Yandere Chamber HCs

More intimately Chamber is still ever the gentleman however this is kind of where the mask slips. Whats unsaid is said. You know exactly how he thinks of you.

Mumbles of how you're all his are lost to your skin as he kisses every bit of it. He is praising himself for winning you just as much as he is praising you for simply being you.

One of his favorite things is to have you naked and in his lap wearing one of the elaborate chains or harnesses he's gotten you. Delicate chains of gold wrapping around your body but not constricting unless he pulls on the leash hidden in it all. You look like a gods lover or perhaps a really nice statue. He fiddles with the chains as he works, watches tv, etc giving you just enough friction to keep you on edge all while he is off in his own world.

Speaking of naked, he enjoys you being nude or mostly nude far too much. He encourages you to embrace your body and dress as minimally as you wish, even providing options for you so you have anything you don't like showing covered. Of course this is a sight for his eyes only and there are numerous robes around the house incase he needs you to cover up. The windows are tinted so the world cannot see you but you can see it but he does have curtains and blinds that remain open or shut at your request. Your body, and you, are one of his greatest treasures so he does all he can to maintain your comfort so he will have access to it when he desires it .

The first time he is able to indulge in you he takes his time to memorize every detail. You're bashful at how he looks at you and how slow he wants to take you, maybe some bit of insecurity sneaking in. He savors each time after just as he did the first though he never views you as just a sexual object to satisfy his needs. He craves you but he also respects you. You're his treasure, his most valuable possession, he would do nothing to diminish the bond that he has built. As such he always asks, never forces, you for anything even close to sex. Even as you sit on his lap, bare as the day you were born, he is asking if its already to rub your legs and ghost over your most sensitive points. It may be weird to say but the consent from you does more to turn him on than you exposing yourself as to him it just is another show of you giving yourself to him which is the only thing he wants.

Chamber is also the man who takes you for a boudoir shoot. If you don't know what that is it is provocative photos taken artistically as to tease the viewer and is often used as gifts for lovers or to boost self confidence. He brings various props for you to pose around or with, lingerie, jewelry, you look like one of the most extravagant renaissance paintings when he's done with you. Several photos are taken which he makes sure there are absolutely no doubles of, they are for his and his double if you're into that viewing and no one elses. He has well known contacts tweak the pictures to hide anything he wouldn't want being accidentally seen (mainly intimate areas) then has them framed and placed in his office and study. One of the more artistic photos he hires a painter to replicate and has it hung above the mantle.

moving to actual sex, Chamber takes you as often as you'd allow. If you ask it of him, regardless as to what hes doing, he will happily accept. There are view places in his home that you havent been bent over having your brains fucked out of you. During his time at Valorant he memorized the blind spots of cameras and would fuck you where ever when ever possible. Though quick sex is difficult with all his theatrics he is more than happy to fuck you senseless then move about his day.

Something Chamber does prefer is cuming inside of you. If you don't favor it, and in the beginning, he would use condoms of course but then it moves from coming in you to on you. Filling you up pleases him, the image of his cum spilling out giving him enough drive to fuck you again and again until you're sore. If you can be on birth control then he pushes for it until life calms down and he thinks he's ready for the chance of a little one around, he is still working on stuff after all. If you aren't for kids at all then he would entirely fund any operation needed to avoid that be that on you or himself. What ever lets him cum inside you makes him happy.

Something he'd push for, to the point he'd make you think it was your own thought, is getting his makers mark tattooed small some where. The places he'd favor it being are the back of your neck, between your breasts, or above your intimate area (though not a full womb tattoo). Its his little way of fully sealing that you're he is. No matter where you are, what you're doing, who you're with you will always have his mark on you. If allowed he may even use the same nano tech in his own tattoos, telling you its a safety measure when its actually a tracker. The reason he'd ask for permission is that the tech has draw backs, ones he knows well, but the emblem is small enough it shouldn't endanger you.

He will find quick moments to fuck you before going to events, missions, times where it wouldn't be ideal to go to the bathroom or shower, and will cum in you before either sending you off or joining you to the event. He sits silently as you squirm, looking at you with that knowing smile. Its not as if you can tell someone, not that you would even if you could. What drives him to do this is the fact no one else can. You are his to fill, his to mark, his to fuck until you cant remember your own name.

A little way he works more control in is near always fucking you until the point of breaking. Your legs can barely move when he's done with you, your face wet with tears of pleasure. When he can he binds you so theres difficult to hide marks. At times he bites, hard, leaving you marked for days. On one such occasion he would bite too hard, enough blood was draw, leaving a nasty scar that he tended to but made sure scared. Of course this one he makes sure you can hide in day to day life but anything that shows skin immediately tells others you are owned.

When you're bound, after he's asked of course, he uses you as he wishes. Carrying you about effortlessly as he fucks you like his own personal sex toy. In these moments the only place you belong is on his cock or his face. If he wants you in his mouth he holds you there, pleasuring you until hes sated before putting you right back where you belong and filling you. Exhaustion becomes normal. How ever long it takes you to recover he is always there caring for you and meeting your every need. If you let him he would fuck you lightly and gently during this time, keeping you in this sex drunk state for as long as he can.

The toys he allows are always ways that leave you in a state of edge. Chaining you with gold chains and having you sit on a vibrator while he works, your squirming for just on the edge of his vision. A plug placed in you after he fucks you and fills you while a vibrator is strapped to your most sensitive areas

Bonus for people that like seeing double: If you enjoy his mirror as much as you enjoy him then you are in for a time. Everything one does and enjoys the other does as well save for a few kinks here and there. For days at a time, only broken up by a nap and food, you are passed between the two and fucked and marked to oblivion. They are both possessive, both madly in love with you, both awful at sharing with anyone but each other. One fucks you senseless while the other fucks your face. At times they both enter you and fuck you while mumbling praises and passing your mouth back and forth between theirs. While one goes down on you the other holds you against him, stimulating you with his hand while holding you as if you would slip away, mouth devouring yours while his mirrors devours else where. Sometimes your nights start with one and suddenly there is two. Sometimes your chamber is on a business trip when you feel his mirror slip into your shower, bed, room etc in the middle of the night, fondling you before fucking you.

[wolfawaycamp]

Overstimulated introverts Ryan and Abi finally getting some peace and quiet during camp. Can be platonic or romantic, no preference- just spreading the Abiryan agenda <3

Ryan’s sitting on the grass in the shade below and to the side of the lodge’s porch stairs when the girls step outside. He’s got a sketchbook propped open on his lap and an earbud stuck in one ear, set on a volume that’s much lower than his default in the name of hearing a camper or any other staff member approaching who doesn’t already know he’s retained custody of his phone, unlike all the rest of the counselors; even so, the bass is successful at drowning out the incessant chatter of a thousand bugs screaming as the sun began to set on a warm July evening.

It’s precisely that low volume that allows him to hear the voices approaching; one high and loud and theatrical in such a way that means it can only possibly belong to Emma. That fact means that it’s also practically a no-brainer that the second voice — similarly high in pitch, but much softer and quieter in volume — is Abi, even if he hadn’t had the familiarity to place it immediately.

Discreetly, he slips the earbud out of place and tucks it out of sight under the collar of his topmost shirt where no one will be able to see it. It’s not that he intends on eavesdropping or anything; moreso just the fact that Emma, out of all the possible options, would certainly not keep her mouth shut if she saw him with contraband devices. And while he’s reasonably certain that his shady retreat is still out of sight, he also knows Emma well enough by now to be familiar with her freakish talent for picking up on things she shouldn’t actually know about… like where Ryan’s gone to be left alone, or who likes who, or where to sit to perfectly avoid getting caught in the crossfire of Dylan and Jacob’s prank battle. (Ryan certainly doesn’t share that innate gift; it’s been three weeks and sometimes he still spots little specks of craft glitter washing out of his hair in the shower.)

Thankfully his assumption of going unseen is correct, for he goes unnoticed for a good ten minutes in the shadows of the stairs while the girls chatter on above him, which he’s perfectly happy to try his absolute best to tune out even without the aid of his music. Even so, he’s aware enough of the conversation going on above that he notices when there’s a sharp decrease in the noise level.

Curious, his head cocks a little to the side as he listens a tiny bit more intently as footsteps cross the porch, before the sound of the lodge doors admitting someone back inside. Then, more closely than before — right at the porch railing just above his spot — there’s a weary sigh.

“Finally,” Abi huffs.

There’s so much unexpected ire in her voice that it punches a loud snort out of him, completely unbidden, and even ducking his head does nothing to prevent being discovered. Abi jolts a little on the porch with the tiniest of gasps, head whipping down at break-neck speed to stare down at Ryan with comically large eyes.

“Oh my god!” she squeaks. “Ryan! I- I didn’t mean that like—” 

The girl stops short, seemingly lost for words, but her eyes are cutting rapidly back and forth between his seated position and the doorway Emma just disappeared through. He doesn’t have to be a mind reader to know what she’s thinking: holy shit holy shit please don’t tell Emma I said that she’ll be so hurt—

Plus or minus the swears, maybe. But then again: who really knew what Abi’s internal voice sounded like?

“It’s fine, Abi,” he tries to reassure, but she’s still too flustered.

“I— I just meant— it’s been so loud all day today and I just wanted some peace and quiet for once and she just wouldn’t stop going on and on about how Jacob did this and Jacob did that—”

“Abi,” he cuts in, earning another wide-eyed stare as she halts abruptly. “Really, it’s fine, I get it. Why do you think I’m sitting down here?”

It’s this point that finally seems to knock her out of the instinctual panic response at being caught expressing a less-than-strictly-positive thought about another person, and a friend and coworker at that. The girl wavers for a few moments, waffling in indecision and chewing her lip anxiously before she finally seems to make a decision, one that sees her descending the stairs until she’s in the open bit of shade just to the side of Ryan.

“Do you… mind if I crash your hiding spot?”

He glances up from his sketchbook. Abi’s cautiously pulling one of her own as well as a set of multicolored pencils out of the satchel on her shoulder, still eyeing him a bit worriedly.

“Go for it,” he offers, nodding to the empty space.

She takes the offer. And finally, finally, after ten peaceful minutes of sketching with no words exchanged, the tension in her body seems to drain away completely. The two of them are sat there for hours, just barely touching shoulder to shoulder in companionable silence outside of the gentle scratching of their pencils and the dull chatter filtering through lodge windows that somebody opened for fresh air, until some point late in the evening when Nick comes looking for the pair of them with the last two brownies he had saved from the ravenous masses in the dining hall.

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Hope you like!! Thanks for the request <3

[shares-a-vest]

@steddie-week Day Seven: Free Space

One final post for the week (a bit late, oops). Thank you to @pizzaqueen for creating the week and everyone else who worked on it. I've had so much fun writing all week and i still have so much to read and look at 💖💖💖

This one is technically a sequel to Day Six's prompt 'True'. One of those cases where i thought of more as soon as i posted it 😅

Eddie helps Steve out of the tub, stretching himself to the limit so he can hang onto his arm as well as grab a towel. Steve snatches it from him and immediately sets about towelling off his hair with a little too much shaking about for someone who has a headache.

And people would be shocked to know that when he is in a hurry or, like now, can't really be bothered - Steve simply towel-dries his famous locks.

The shock! The horror! The scandal!

Eddie chuckles at the thought as he stays close. Steve is much more relaxed now, he'd even said the bath helped with his headache. But he is still blinking slowly and moving at a snail's pace.

"Still want your tea?" he asks.

He can't help his teasing tone at the discovery sweet Steve Harrington enjoys a cup of tea from Wayne's collection.

"Nah," he hums as he towels off his bottom half.

He's supposed to be looking after him, but Eddie can't help a quick peak at his boyfriend's lack of modesty. And sure enough, Steve soon throws his wet towel at him, huffing a laugh as he splutters. He balls it up, opens the door and ignores Steve's yelp at the sudden cold air as he tosses the towel across the cramped hall to the laundry basket.

"Can you maybe read to me?" Steve asks, sounding sheepish as he steps into fresh underwear haphazardly while also holding onto the towel rack.

He grumbles away as he goes. Maybe that headache isn't entirely gone.

Steve turns around, brows pinched together in pain as he begins shuffling out and down the hall to the bedroom.

Eddie makes quick work of cleaning up in the bathroom, unplugging the tub and gathering up Steve's abandoned jeans, socks and underwear. He darts to the coffee table for his book, heart swelling at the sappy and silly thought of reading his Prince Charming a fairytale to lull him into a restful sleep.

He can't help it, he goes to the kitchen in search of Wayne's stupid tea box - the one Robin and Dustin had gifted him for Christmas. He spends far too long trying to determine what Steve's preference would be and eventually settles on the fruitier, sweeter options. Steve has a bit of a sweet tooth when he isn't feeling too well, even though a sugar rush might be counter-productive.

By the time he heads to his bedroom, Steve is already under the covers, curled up tight and facing the wall with only his fluffed hair visible.

"Hey, Steve?" he whispers, flapping his book by the spine as he prepares for the disappointment of him already sleeping.

The fabric mass moves a little as Steve reaches his hand out from under the covers and twists it behind him.

He wiggles his fingers, "I had to lay down."

Eddie slips in behind him, curling up against him. He props his book in front of them with one hand as Steve quickly takes the other and holds it close to his chest, right over his beating heart.

[advice-to-try-8d]

What you can outside the internet

With no or almost no money for entertainment:

Mancala: Search Mancala Rules and how the game looks online dig some small holes on the ground or instead of holes draw circles on paper get some small stones or other small stuff and that's an easy 2 player game

Diy Bowling: get a couple of empty bottles you can take from a recycle bin if you have non fill with sand and throw a ball in that direction and call a couple of friends

Library: they don't only have books but some have free movies free computers comics or free events check them out!

Park

Make Belive: you can play pretend almost anywhere in the world with enough imagination you can pick up some sticks to add extra stuff or use building as part of the story if you get kicked out make it a part of it and move to a diffarant location! With some time and diy you can even make extra props look online for advice!!

The Apricot Pit Game: It's a game where you dry naturaly apricot seeds (after you finish the fruit) and try to throw them to score the most point into a predetermined area harder to throw more point for example you can cut holes in a shoebox and the hardest to score is more points or from farther away etc etc

Meeting at a friend place

Free art galleries schools may have more of those made by the students

Diy arts and crafts when your about to throw away something if you think it cam make a nice craft save it for later to have extra metirials to have fun with don't save all to not start accidently hoarding stuff but yes some an empty cardboard box can make a nice fairy house with some colors as I say

Planting stuff many ppl eat fruits and veggies that have seed when you finish you can plant some and see how it goes maybe search tutorials online and use the water from outside to not higher the water bill

Water Fight: if there's any hoes or chip balloons or even bowls you can fill with water you can start throwing water at each other good for a hot fay

Snowball fight: if you have opposite weather

Sand castle: If you have any sand near ya you can get some water maybe some spoons or even just your hand and start building sand castles aren't just for beaches they can be made anywhere there's sand

Going for a walk and following a random safe animal see where it goes maybe it will interact with you too ^^

Draw: if you have some paper and a pencil or even your finger and sand you can do that you can even look outside for inspiration and draw in the street

free outdoor games search that phrase online you will find there's more than you think!

Go visit ikea play pretend there or hide and seek the place is huge and cool

Invent games look at what you own what's near your home and do stuff inspired by it! Just keep it safe

Go visit a mall try on some clothes as you would play dress up with buying non or explore teh area

Search free event near me just eat beforehand cause the food is probably not cheap to cover it

You have old clothes your not happy with or don't fit you anymore make them into something new! If a jacket gloves crop top tank top doll clothes pillow case new bag whatever you pls! It's free fabric now same with old bedsheets or curtains your about to change if you want even more free fabric tell your friends taht if they are about to throw away clothes pls give them to you!

Ask for specific birthday gifts many ppl want to start hobbies they can afford or go on a specific adventure but sometimes if you ask for your birthday from a bunch of ppl to come togather fir the same gift you may be able to have it!

Picnic: if everyone brings a bit from home you can have something fun togather!

And there are many more! Just search the internet and use your imagination!

Humans are not ment to be trapped inside a digital world at all times so let's change it!

By letting ppl know they have options to live outside of it too!!!

[theghostiedyke]

Hmm... thoughts about a piece of media that is so flawed but had so much potential.

cw for references to rape

Sighs dramatically looking out the window.

19 year old Derek Hale still reeling from a barely addressed trauma on trauma on trauma. His uncle manipulating him to use a werewolf's fangs [body] as a tool. For acceptance. Paige dying as a result. His own body being used by Kate Argent. He is a means to an end and tool to get information. He is meat. A body to be used and discarded.

Returning to beacon hills and being treated as meat again and again. By teens. By adults. By himself. By the audience. He is a scapegoat. A beast. Untethered. Eyecandy.

He is forced to kill his only remaining family member [that he knows of]. This is. Ironically his choice but the other options are what. A teen committing murder? The same Hunter family taking more of his family? Its his choice and not his choice all at once.

He inherents a power he was never meant to. Never trained to. He still doesn't address any of the barely repressed trauma. He seeks out traumatized teens. Does he see himself in them? Are they a means to an end like he was? Is? They're given a choice, the bite is a gift. But what is informed consent? When power is seductive to the powerless. To the ones who have had power taken from them again and again. Is it wrong to want back some power? To hurt back when they hurt you first?

His impulsive decisions coming back to bite (claw. drown. paralyze.) him in the ass. Powerlessness magnifying. Lashing out at everything that can be perceived as a threat. Survival mode. What's another death worth really. There is no time to be safe. Feel safe. Safety is a fairy tale. Not something afforded to those like him.

His body is used as a weapon. His first beta's body is literally a weapon to be wielded. If the bite shows whats on the inside is it a two way mirror back to the Bite's source? Having the control of who gets bitten torn from him by circumstance of necessity and circumstance of betrayal. How can someone who was forcibly bit understand that repeating the cycle in reverse isn't better. But it is means to an end. A weapon to propped up and used when necessary.

He is a body. A weapon. A means to an end. A novel concept to added to a collection of rarities. Even those he surrounded himself with chose to abandon him. He pushes away the last ones who had the potential to care. Whats the point? He is a body. A weapon. A danger to himself and others. Not worthy of being saved. He is used again and again for his power. His status. His body. His potential as a weapon. His power can finally be used to save. He takes it. He is not worth saving but. His younger sister is. She isn't the reason their whole family is dead. (He is.) He is so tired. The power he was never meant to inherent weighing heavily. It's a relief to give it up. Its the first bit of relief in years. The first step to healing maybe. A lifting of responsibilities he barely handled.

[cookiesdippedinanime]

🍭The Halloween costume sale 🎃

For a better reading experience (and because I unintentionally wrote it in a weird way) please pay attention to the emojis on the end of some dialogue. Ichigo🥕 Orihime🍞 Uryu👓 Chad🥊 And I'm sure you can figure out the others. Enjoy for real this time🥧

"Ouch."🥕

"Hold still or you're going to get pricked."👓

Right now, Karakura's most special friend group are at Uryu's place, doing him a favor. Said favor? Being his living MANNEQUINS for his Halloween outfits. A couple of weeks ago Uryu had fixed up a doll for Michina along with gifting 3 other outfits for it. She was, of course, happy, but made the mistake of asking him if he was going to Muzuiro's Halloween party.

He went on a rant saying no costume fits his "aesthetic" properly and he most likely won't have time to go anyway. But, then she plopped down another option. Make costumes. He'll be able to sew his own and get a little money for helping any other last minute trick or treaters. Uryu said he'll think about it, but not long after, he phoned his friends (Chad and Orihime. He'll be damned before he admits he and Ichigo are close) to get measurements of different classmates and clear anything they had to do on Saturday.

🎃

"Why'd I even agree to this crud?"

Ichigo grumbled as a batwing headband was placed on his head. Well, he knew why, but is seriously regretting it. Does he admit getting together outside of school to not leave for a world ending issue is fun? Yes, guilty as charged. But, posing for the world's pickiest "seamstress" is not. Maybe it's because Ichigo didn't hold the bus for Uryu last Tuesday, but he's being forced to model a dress. (Something like a dress)

"Ah, no talking. You move when you do."👓

Uryu snapped, tying a ribbon around the strawberry's waist. Ichigo's outfit is supposed be a "bat cutie" (the idea submitted by Tatsuki) And though it's obviously for girls, he's making men sizes too. Ichigo grumbled something about destroying Uryu's Jack-o-lanterns under his breath, while Chad spoke up.

"Uryu, do I have to wear the glasses the whole time? They're hurting my eyes."

The Quincy shook his head and propped up his own glasses.

"They're only for decoration, Chad. Feel free to remove them anytime."

He replied, casually. He didn't really have anything to say to the other two members of the friend group. (Besides twirl around) Orihime squirmed a bit, saying Uryu was tickling her, but otherwise they were perfectly still. And were allowed a break. Ichigo wasn't going to say it outloud, but he was dying for one of those pumpkin cream things Orihime was eating.

"Hey, Uryu."🍞

She said, grabbing her 3rd pumpkin thing. He grunted in acknowledgement.

"Are you done for today or can I submit another costume idea?"🍞

The boys flinched. None of them had the heart to tell her that MOST of her ideas most likely won't sell. The monkey astronaut did sound good for kids, but the dog samurai and bread girl not so much. Plus, the Quincy believes he was made for much more sophisticated projects than that. But, he'd sooner shoot his own heart out before he told Orihime that. So instead, he lies.

"Unfortunately, we're done for the day."👓

"Hallelujah."🥕

Ichigo muttered. Uryu's glasses whitened and he "accidentally" pulled the ribbon into a tight bow earning a strained 'ouch' from the carrot top.

"Aw, well that's too bad. I had real a good one this time."🍞

Orihime said with her usual bright smile. She was a pumpkin. (It was made in all sizes, meaning she didn't have to keep wearing it.)

"I know, I'll see to it next year-"👓

"Orihime! Please don't eat in your costume!"👓

"Huh, why?"🍞

As Uryu scrambled to brush crumbs off of the 'princess's costume, Ichigo ceased the chance to finally get off the prop stand. He tore off the ribbon and stretched. He looked at the clock.

"Damn. Have we really been here for 3 hours?"🥕

Chad nodded. And while cutting a piece of a pumpkin bundt. Which got Ichigo curious. Why the hell was this pumpkin spread here anyway? He was pretty sure his 'partner in crime' doesn't bake. Definitely not Uryu and Orihime could've brought the bread, due to her new job, but that still doesn't explain everything else. He plucked a cupcake off the table and inspected it.

"Hey Uryu."🥕

"What?"

Used to the snippy responses, the substitute soul reaper continued.

"Where'd you get all this stuff from anyway? I'm sure most of this is for Orihime, but I didn't take you for a holiday guy."

Uryu turned away from the now upset gingerette and pushed up his glasses.

"I'm not. Michina and the rest of the girls visited me earlier and dropped off various desserts."👓

"Even Tatsuki?"🥕

"Even Tatsuki."👓

Uryu fought the urge to roll his eyes. Honestly, how is Ichigo still oblivious about how girly Tatsuki is? She may do martial arts, but she still likes to be feminine. Has he even ever seen her signature?

"Anyway, I didn't expect so many handouts. But, I'm not complaining."👓

The Quincy replied snagging a cookie himself. It's about time he took a break. (It took him 30 minutes find the right shade of black fabric for Chad's jacket earlier) Ichigo chuckled in his throat.

"Looks like you left a serious impression on Michina."

"Who knows, maybe she has a crush on you?"

Uryu blushed and the lens of his glasses turned white again.

"Stow that nonsense immediately!"

🎃

"Alright everyone,"👓

The wearer of specs said, standing before his friends.

"I appreciate your help up until now, but now it's almost time to open the door."

He grabbed his clipboard and pushed his glasses back.

"Orihime's content with posing as a pumpkin, Ichigo isn't content with being the bat cutie and Chad is a teacher."👓

As he muttered and wrote down stuff, Orihime hiccuped. Which immediately grabbed Ichigo's attention. In a positive and kinda concerned way.

"Is something wrong?"

He whispered, holding up his winged sleeve to subtlety hide their conversation. 'Hime shook her head.

"I'm a-okay. I just had one too many cookie sandwiches is all. So, don't worry."

She whispered back. That's...mildly concerning, but as long as she's not doubling over in pain, he's fine. Ichigo just smiled and adjusted her pumpkin beret.

"Alright. But if you get a stomach ache, hop down from the podium, okay?"🥕

She gave him an adorable 'okay' and the orange duo went back to somewhat listening to the Quincy's checking everything. After some more last minute "adjustments" (putting makeup on Orihime AND Ichigo, plus lenseless glasses for Chad.) Everyone stood on their podiums and Uryu went to the door. Surprisingly, a lot of people were lined up. From Grandparents to teens holding younger siblings. Ichigo immediately felt self conscious of his costume, but at least no one from school is here.

"Looking good, Ichigo."🥋

Tatsuki snickered. MOST of his class is here. Orihime's friend group came first and are still looking 'magic girl' costumes. Some randos came and laughed at him before checking out some bow props. His neighbor's kid did and said he looked pretty. And let's not forget, the 'orangette' told Rukia about it too. (Luckily, she and Renji aren't here yet)

Noticing his ashamed silence, Tatsuki tilted her head.

"Don't tell me you're embarrassed. This isn't the first time you crossdressed."

"Doesn't mean I like it."🥕

Ichigo grumbled, hiding behind his wings. He squeaked (like a girl) when he was suddenly slapped on the back by a small hand.

"Don't worry, Ichigo. You look great."🍞

Of course, it was Orihime with her endless enthusiasm. She beamed.

"Not only is your dress and tights very festive, but the ribbon shows you have a very nice waist."

Ichigo instantly turned red. It took a moment, but so did Orihime. Before she could nervously laugh off what she just said, her best friend cut back in.

"Any plans after this you two?"

"I know you're not doing anything,"

Tatsuki said shooting a playful look at Orihime.

"But, what about you Ichigo? Any new plans?"

The male ginger shook his head. (He's slowly coming down from earlier's compliment bomb) Besides carving Jack-o-lanterns with Karin and baking with Yuzu. And putting fake blood on the clinic sign with his old man, nothing. Tatsuki just chuckled.

"How about this?"

"You guys just hang out somewhere like you always do. But, maybe at a graveyard this time."

That...was actually a pretty good suggestion. Uryu would have to ice his hands at home after all this. Chad was just going to call his Abuela. Orihime was gonna watch a scary by herself (unfortunately like every other year) and Ichigo could get his crap done in 2 hours. Maybe they should just hang out?

"Well, I gotta go try this on."🥋

Their friend said, holding up a rather showy cheerleading costume. The fem carrot top waved, while the male one cringed. He knows about Tatsuki's pursuit to get a boyfriend before they graduate, but damn does it make his stomach turn every time he catches an attempt. Reminds him of the time Yuzu tried to wear a short skirt for a guy she liked in her class. So gross. His nausea was cut off when he heard another unfortunately familiar voice.

"Is that Ichigo Kurosaki? In a DRESS?"🦲

Ichigo groaned. Ikkaku. And the rest of the idiots he comes along with! Rangiku immediately went to squeeze Orihime.

"Hey Rangik-ugh!"

"Aww, Orihime. It's been too long~"🍒

The strawberry unintentionally blushed at the sight of two pretty girls hugging. (So, he thinks the lieutenant is sexy, who doesn't?) He was a bit concerned about the tightness of the hug, but his girl-er Orihime is pretty durable. He instantly frowned when he heard the 3rd seat clear his throat. He turned.

"It's not a dress, jerks. It's a...long shirt."🥕

Yumichika scoffed right back and put his hands on his hips.

"And I'm ugly. Although, I respect whatever crossdressing thing you're going through. I could never."

"It's not a dress, damnit!"🥕

Steamed practically poured out of Ichigo's ears and he flushed. He crossed his arms with a huff.

"What the hell are you guys even doing here anyway? I'm pretty sure the Soul society doesn't have Halloween."

Ikkaku snickered and grabbed a (luckily fake) sword prop.

"Cause, Renji told us if you dress up in the world of the living, you get free food."

They do know that's only for night day, right? And it's candy.

Ichigo and Chad thought, simultaneously. The sub soul reaper just sighed.

"Whatever, just steer clear of me while you guys shop."

🎃

"Hanh~? This cost how much?"🍒

"Twenty five dollars, Rangiku."👓

Ichigo couldn't stop snickering into his cup. (He's on break) When the "shop" first opened, Uryu was too happy to answer any questions about his design and give an unwanted tale of where he got his inspiration. But, now he's getting worked. Constantly telling people not to pull off the tags before purchases, not to go into any other room in the apartment that's not the bathroom and the prices do NOT change. And now Rangiku's hassling him over the price of a yellow ball gown.

It shouldn't be funny, but after all the sass he dished out earlier, Ichigo's trying not to burst out laughing. Chad (suddenly) appeared and sat down next to him. Surprisingly, he looked exhausted.

"Uh, you alright there Chad?"🥕

Ichigo asked, sweating slightly. He didn't answer and moved his shaggy hair to the side. Revealing a bunch of glossy KISS marks on his cheek. What the- Did he have a secret girlfriend none of them knew about!? (Actually his Abuela came by)

"What the fu-"🥕

"Ichigo?"🍛

Shit..! It's his sisters. They didn't come with his old man, did they!? Luckily, he was nowhere in sight. Yuzu opened her mouth to speak, but Ichigo already knew her question.

"Yes, it's a dress."🥕

Yuzu's shocked blink wasn't surprising, but Karin's awe was. He expected her to be grossed out or disappointed, but she wasn't. She turned to Uryu. (Who was busy pulling a child and Orihime away from the candy bowl)

"Hey, specs."⚽️

He sighed and grabbed his glasses. They nearly fell off this time.

"For the last time, Ichigo's second younger sister. Call me 'Ishida'."

Karin scoffed, resembling her brother perfectly.

"Whatever. Does Ichigo's costume come in kid sizes?"

Uryu nodded and led her to the girl's corner, while Yuzu still remained in front of her brother with a smile. Ichigo returned a lopsided one and chuckled.

"Something wrong?"

She chuckled and smiled.

"It's just funny."

"Ever since I could remember, you always been closed off and grumpy. But, now you have friends. Odd ones, but they fit you. It's nice."

Huh. The Kurosakis' looked over at his friends. Chad was blocking two girls from fighting over an European dress. Uryu was showing Karin other costumes she'd be interested in. And Orihime was just being her usual sweet self and was complimenting a little boy on his new costume. (He got the...space monkey thing) Yuzu was right. It really was nice. Before the whole 'Rukia thing', he was pretty jaded. But, now look at him. Crossdressing and modeling. He chuckled and set his hand on his sister's head.

"Yeah. It is."

Wait a minute- He pinched Yuzu's cheek.

"What do you mean they 'fit' me?"

🎃

The three 'models' laid on the couch, completely exhausted. Their costumes were now shed and on actual mannequins. Leaving them in white tanks and tights. (They looked like ballet trainees) They're a few stragglers left, but there mostly just getting rung up. The day was finally over. Orihime sipped her cider and sighed.

"What a day."🍞

She set her cup down on the coffee table. (Unintentionally, missing the coaster) She stretched and scratched her hair. Ichigo held in a laugh. She hangs out with them too much. His scruffy little quotes and mannerisms are starting to rub off on her. The carrot top himself yawned.

"I'm gonna sleep like a rock tonight."🥕

"How about you, Chad-?"🥕

Both of the strawberries paused when they looked over at the 'tank' of the team. He was fast asleep.

"Damn."🥕

Ichigo said, both impressed and shocked. This was probably the first time he ever saw Chad asleep. Sure, if he didn't stand up straight all time, he'd assume that. But, turns he snores slightly when he's sleep. Weird. Uryu staggered over, once again, pushing his glasses up. (Although this time, it's probably to look somewhat put together) He raised up a light blue envelope.

"We made 1,789 dollars today."👓

"Not bad."👓

Not bad!?

Ichigo, Chad and Orihime thought. That's a pretty big sum of money. Especially for one day. But, for all they know, he could've expected MORE profit today. Ichigo was about to say something snarky as usual when bills were held in front of his face. He blinked.

"What's this?"🥕

Uryu rolled his eyes.

"Obviously, I'm paying you."

"You all did me a service, so it's only natural."

The soul reaper accepted the cash in shock. As did the 'princess'. They know Uryu well enough to know he's "nice" in his own way, but money? It was just modeling for a few weeks and today. But, if he was that grateful, it'd be rude not to accept. Orihime smiled.

"Thanks, Uryu. Glad we could help"🍞

The Quincy blushed, but quickly turned away. He waved off her thanks with his usual preppiness and she just snickered. Ichigo, on the other hand, was a tad peeved about the color he caught on his friend's cheek, but shrugged it off. He understood. Uryu was smiled at by Orihime. Who wouldn't get a bit red? Ichigo stretched and relaxed into the couch.

"So, now what? We just help you clean up and head home?"🥕

He asked. Despite his tone, he was willing to stay around. Hell, they been here this long. Uryu pushed his glasses up. (For the umpteenth time today)

"No, but it would be appreciated-"👓

"Hold everything!"🐰

The friend group paused and the door suddenly burst open. Destroying Uryu's chain lock.

"What the hell!?"👓

He snapped, wondering who was crazy enough to destroy his property like this was a bad neighborhood. Orihime instantly put up a barrier. (After Chad got sought out in his own home, she's been putting them up instinctively) The figures emerged from the shadows, revealing...

Renji and Rukia. Looking exhausted. Did they run here or something? Rukia fixed her hair and cleared her throat.

"You're still open, right?"

Everyone groaned. (Expect Chad, but he was awake and frowning) The day was supposed to be done already. Uryu sighed and this time, took his glasses off. He ran his hand through his hair.

"Technically, yes."

He put his glasses back on and got back into 'business mode'.

"What can I intrest you two in-?"

"Actually."🥕

"We'll take care of this."

He paused and looked at the hand on his shoulder. Ichigo was stopping him? For what? He was gonna ask why, when he was pushed towards Orihime. She caught him with a laugh.

"We got this, Uryu."

She said, setting a gift wrapped rice crispy in his hands.

"Huh? But-"👓

Uryu tried to speak again, but Orihime gently pushed him back into Chad. Instead of bumping into his WALL of a friend's chest, he was wrapped in a blanket! Too distraught to complain (and 'cause the fabric was over his mouth) the Quincy was picked up like a baby and set down on the couch. Chad gave him a little smile and pulled the blanket over his friend's legs.

"Just relax."🥊

He said, before walking over to the gingers. Uryu was in shock. He knows they all cared about him, but this was his business. But...he has been on his feet all day. If anything, Ichigo should've pitched anything earlier, but he won't say anything. He'll just lean back and relax. And listen to the scene next to him.

"Alright Ichigo, look for anything from Bunny girls X."🐰

Rukia said, holding up a picture of an anime she's gotten hooked on recently. Renji chimed in too.

"And I want something from that one knight show too."🍍

"Why the hell are you guys asking me? Chad's here too, y'know."🥕

The duo scoffed and arguing began. Orihime tried to break things up, while Chad held back the carrot top. Uryu just chuckled to himself. It's embarrassing to say out loud, but he's glad they're his friends. Even Ichigo.

Sorry, this took me so long. But, I learned the lesson to stop putting myself on unnecessary time limits. I hope you enjoyed it🥧

[sysig]

2023 Art Purge

Original edition! Ended up having to split the doodles into two parts, I didn’t mean to end up with so many left over but oops - onto the commentary!

Remember crayon Edgar? I drew this one at the same time! Loosely based off Circus Baby but really just more of a general cutesy look - layering with colours is fun :)

Eyes, every year. Two general eyes, and two characters! Bottom left is Souichi, and bottom right is Vivian :) Vivian always gets a spare eye haha

Some concept art for a false backpack I still kinda wanna make - it’d be a prop for a game I made earlier this year, as the prize container! It’s meant to be kind of like a pop-up shop that can fold away fairly small and hold a bunch of small items safely and inconspicuously, though it wouldn’t actually work as a real backpack lol

Some Cherubsona concept art, thinking about their hair and the light rays - I considered having a single asymmetrical hair tuft, I think while I was still on the fence about having asymmetrical wings as well - I’m happy with the final design :)

And some baby angels! Based on my DQIX/AGE headcanons/actual canon lol, took a few tries to get a design I was happy with before settling on the bottom-most one with the fuzzed ears, lolling about haha. Cute!

Also thinking about “Fallen” designs, since my cherubsona is meant to be a fallen angel - or even just biblically accurate angels! Maybe they became more normal-looking after falling haha

More Charm doodles based on the Hungry idea - neither Frankenstein nor Zombies were quite what I was looking for, but they were close! Poor Charm, even if it is a Look

More eyes! Concept sketches of the Yanderapy boys :D Mitsu’s swirls and Ishida’s sleepy ♥ eye expression haha

An alternate panel of Mitsu being shy to admit his love language haha, I wanted his expression to be a little more visible but him hiding in the book is also very cute haha

Little doodle of Ishida singing Daisy Bell! He’s half-crazy all for the love of Mitsu after all

Technically these are from later in the year but I was really hoping to have the set up for a silly concept rolling - Ishida wants to play a game! The game would allow each of them to take a turn, with the goal of the game to be to sneak a gift into the other’s bag or pocket when he’s not looking. A cute and silly and fun concept to reverse pick-pocket the other and give a little treat! Totally harmless and not at all strange or weird or with any kind of underlying sinister vibes!

The punchline of course was that since they’re both yanderes that it basically turns into stalking each other, which as featured here, Mitsu is very into, who could have guess lol. The double punchline is that they’re both so aware of/obsessed with each other that they notice each other right away, but play along because it’s obvious that they’re both enjoying it haha It’s yandere enrichment! Ishida would also get a real rush from “hunting” Mitsu, as would Mitsu enjoy being “hunted” - yet more twisted love languages ♥

Random deer :) Actually one of the animals I considered for Dahlia early on but decided to scrap, because I don’t know how to draw deer lol

Also went through a couple scrapped designs for her artist friend, just to make sure I explored all my options thoroughly! I’m glad I did, but I’m happiest with the one I decided on, of course

Brief Dahlia and Tala meeting. They’re unsure of each other! Squirrels and dogs don’t have the best track record admittedly

Bit of vent :( Bar’s always good for it ♥

Bucket! :D Been a bit since I drew anyone from that cast, though I somehow made him on-model by accident lol, and of course he’s still cute! That’s the important part really

Eyesssssssss <3 <3 On the left were some quick comparisons between dot/filled-in eyes and eyes with a differentiated pupil and iris, since I’ve been defaulting to dark eyes a lot lately (it’s the Vargas influence lol); and on the right were a bunch of Cure eyes! I think at least partially studied off of some character creators? Lots of eye styles to choose from, which one suits her the best hmm. She has very sparkly eyes

And another sort-of study off a character creator haha, it’s very cute! Not very Cure, though

One of the early ideas that made me want to dig her out of storage was actually an animation idea that was maybe a liiiiiittle ambitious to go about making without her having a fixed design lol - I’ve always been a fan of magical girl transformations that completely glow-blot out the body and then they explode into frills and bows and fluff at the end haha. I would still like to come back to the idea at some point!

Ended up with a good handful of muscle studies, even after the ones I already posted - a lot of the poses ended up silly haha

And a lot of skull/face/neck studies as well, with mixed success :P

I’ll get it figured out eventually!

Sometimes it’s fun to just doodle around, shapes :) My own original human style feels so constantly in flux with the fanart I like to make and having so many non-human characters haha, probably doesn’t help that I prefer high stylism

A trio! They look kinda familiar, hmmm....

Yet more eyes lol, the first trying to figure shines. You can really see what a lack of editing does to the implied shapes pfft ♪

Always trying to figure out how to dragons! Another one I’ll have to get to Someday. There’s gotta be a trick to them >:0

Out of general studies and tests - hey I thought Just Desserts already had a sona??? And that she was like the most important and best and all that?? I got curious what my sona might be in the JD universe without being the villain haha, and I came up with a Chocolate-Chip Brioche Bun lad! :D I’ve always had something of an affinity for brioche, also somewhat inspired by Edgeworth’s cravat haha. But would Charm still exist and be wreaking havoc, or would this be the alternate universe Charm equivalent?? ‘Cause they’re definitely not “Charm”

Speaking of Charm tho! She’s holding a tooth lol - something something, candy people mining teeth? Because cavities? I dunno lol, but she’s certainly not all that much bigger than a tooth so that’s some fun scale for you :)

And finishing off with some cutesie little chibis :) I made the first as a reference for proportions, and the second to show how my holosona would look in that style haha, what a cute evil computer

[isolaradiale]

It’s a relatively quiet day, all things considered. No sudden outages, major bugs or hacker attacks. By all means, it was a perfectly normal day.

“Got any fives?” “Go fish.”

Arcturus blinks and picks up their twelfth card.

“I don’t think you are playing this right.” “Whatever do you mean?” Taygeta tilts its head curiously and asks back. “Do you have any fives?”

Arcturus removes one card from their hand and slides it over. With a triumphant beep, Taygeta pulls three cards from its own hand and places the stack of fives to the side. Arcturus stares blankly at the cards, then back at them.

“Again, I don’t think-”

The door to the breakroom swings open, banging loudly on the wall behind it. In the doorway stands none other than Edward, their much… tolerated janitor, armed with a broom currently held in an attack position. He scans the room and points the broom bristles at the only two people inside.

“Did one of you two take my lunch?” He asks in an even tone that does not correlate with the white-knuckled grip he has on the broom handle. “One that had my name on it in capital letters. And ‘Do not Eat’ right under that.”

Both of them shake their heads slowly. Edward exhales and lowers the broom to the ground.

“Well, then someone is clearly lying, because you are the last two people I asked.” He looks around the breakroom one last time, as if his lunchbox could hide in a corner somewhere before turning around. “Since nobody is willing to confess, I am going to review the security tapes. Sorry for the interruption.”

The door closes much more gently than it was opened and the breakroom is silent for a moment. Only a moment though, before Arcturus turns back to the cards still on the table.

“So, about those fives-” “Isn’t it interesting,” Taygeta ignores them, still staring at the doorway, “How people are tempted to lie even when that might hurt them in the long run?”

Compelled by the question, Arctutus lowers their cards to the table. 

“It is an interesting question,” they admit, “Why do people lie? Is it a defense mechanism? An ancient instinct from the olden times that has incorporated itself seamlessly into our modern lives? And-” “-Can it be overridden? And what would society be like if lying was no longer an option?” Taygeta picks up, looking back at their companion. “That would be an interesting thing to test, don’t you think?”

Arcturus has already risen from their seat, their card dispute momentarily forgotten.

“What do you have in mind?”

- - - - -

In multiple places in the city, a unique type of flower starts to bloom in spite of the coming winter. With their red and purple petals and a strong but sweet scent, they just beg to be picked, put in a little flower crown or gifted to a treasured friend.

But, unbeknownst to the city inhabitants, the pollen from these flowers is more tricky than that from the regular ones. Where ordinary flower pollen only brings allergies to the unfortunate few, this pollen is wired to render anyone who touches it unable to lie and more than willing to spill the truths that they’d rather hide.

Though it can be possible to resist the pollen’s influence, it is a difficult feat, even more so for people who have much to hide. Each time you try it will only get harder… In fact, those who attempt it too much will notice that flowers will start to grow on their body as well. These batches of flowers will bloom and wither within days, sometimes hours, only to reappear in a different part of the island mere moments later. Check your lodgings, maybe there are some hiding in your house right now?

- - - - -

Welcome to our next event: A Crocus Among Us!

As stated, a pretty new species of flower has bloomed on the island regardless of the snowy weather rolling in. Though the flowers' life cycle is fairly quick, they do pop up everywhere--from cracks in the concrete to personal gardens to parks... even the beaches aren't immune to this hardy flower. And neither are you!

The pollen from these flowers have a special property: If touched by it, it becomes increasingly difficult to hide the truth from others. This can be in several forms:

Lying outright becomes almost impossible

Keeping the truth from someone becomes very difficult (like keeping quiet, or omitting a crucial fact)

Reserved people are more likely to over-share information

People feel compelled to tell truths about themselves

If someone tries to resist the effects of the pollen anyway, their own body will begin to sprout flowers on its own. A person may start slowly become covered in flowers, leaves, vines, petals, or other plant-like growths until they spill the beans!

Frequently Asked Questions:

"How long does the pollen effect last?"

The effect wears off in a couple hours, provided a person doesn't get any new pollen on them.

Also, the effects will stop if the character is no longer covered in pollen, so taking a shower and changing clothes would also help. Of course, for that they would need to know that it’s the flowers that cause this whole situation...!

"Will damaging the flowers stop the pollen effects?"

In theory it should, yet these flowers seem impervious to any type of damage. Removing them from the earth does not stop them from blooming, and more will appear in the place of any that were taken away.

"If there is a secret related to my muse that they do not know, will the truth pollen reveal it?"

If it is something that they did not have any way to know about beforehand, then no. The pollen can only reveal secrets that the muse is aware of in some capacity.

For example, if it is something that they knew but repressed enough to hide it from everyone including themselves, the pollen might get it out of them. Of course, someone would still need to ask a specific question for it to come up, or they would need to talk long enough to get that secret out of their own brain.

"If my muse is not human, will they still be affected?"

Yes! Anyone who can be covered by pollen will experience the same effects.

"How long will my muse be able to resist the effects of the pollen?"

It depends on your muse’s willpower and pain threshold. The more secrets your muse has, the harder - and more painful - it would be to resist the pollen. At some point, the truths will start spilling even through their teeth. Stronger ones might hold out for about a day, but it is very unlikely someone could go longer than that.

"What about flowers that sprout from people who try to resist the pollen, will they show up on muses that are not human?"

Sure, why wouldn’t they? You might even customize what specific flowers will grow from your muse if you want. Maybe their metallic chassis will get covered in lichen instead, or, if your muse is particularly big, small trees might suit them more.

"Does that affect my muse only visually, or can the flower growths hurt them?"

It is supposed to be a visual change only--while resisting the pollen itself may lead to pain, the flowers or other plant growths do not in and of themselves. But… Who knows? Maybe your muse was unlucky enough to get a bugged version that makes them feel pain where the flowers appear. See where your angsty heart leads you~

"How long will the event last?"

The event will run from December 2nd to December 23rd!

[sorry-i-ship-drarry]

Weasley Christmas

Word 8: The Weasley burrow

"You're up early, Harry." Ginny said as Harry came down from the stairs.

"Yeah. Habit recently, I guess." He replied as he entered the kitchen where she was and sat down on one of the chairs.

"Coffee?" Ginny asked and Harry nodded.

"Why are you up so early?" Harry asked as he took the cup of coffee from her and thanked her.

She shrugged, "Habit I guess."

Harry nodded and took a sip from his coffee.

"You're missing Draco, right? That's why you can't sleep." Ginny said after a while.

Harry groaned and propped his chin on the table, "Is it that obvious?"

Ginny laughed a little and nodded, "Very, but I don't blame you. It's okay if you miss him and if you can't sleep around without him. It's a sweet thing."

"Yeah but I should be able to. It's been days." Harry groaned.

Ginny smiled at him then playfully ruffled his hair, "You're too much in love, Harry."

"I know." He muffled as he put his hand in his face.

"I really miss him, Ginny and it hurts here." He said pointing to his chest, "and the fact I won't be able to spend Christmas with him, it's just so sad."

Ginny smiled down at him and sat down next to him, "You love him too much, Harry but do you know how lucky you are to have found this? Most people don't find this unconditional love. If not this Christmas, I'm sure you'll spend many more with him and those would compensate for this year and it's so sweet to see you get upset about it but it'll be fine, Harry. You'll be able to sleep at night."

Harry obviously knew she meant the last part as a joke but he wishes it to be be true.

"I hope it gets better than this."

"Want to help with shopping, bake cookies and cake to keep your mind off it?" Ginny asked finally after a while.

Harry thought about it for a moment but then he realised distracting himself was a much better option than sitting and thinking about Draco's absence.

So, throughout the day, they went shopping, bought small gifts, wines, food and what not for the burrow and when they came back they baked cookies and cake and all of this took all day so by the time they were finally done with all of it, it was past 7 in the evening and everyone was getting ready to watch Christmas movie in the living room when then bell rung and Ginny asked Harry to answer the door.

Harry distracted, went and opened the door and for a moment he didn't really believe what he saw until Ginny fazed him back into reality by pushing him towards Draco and practically forcing him to hug Draco.

"You-" Harry muffled as he got embraced in the hug and his voice choked him.

"But you said you won't be back until after New year?" Harry asked as they broke out of the hug.

"Yeah but then Ginny called and I- I just knew I had to come back for Christmas." Draco smiled.

"Thank me later." Ginny sang behind Harry.

Harry couldn't believe himself still and hugged Draco again, "I just- I cannot tell you how happy I am to see you here now. I missed you so much, Draco."

Draco rubbed Harry's back and said, "I'vs missed you, too. I honestly can't survive a day without you either, Harry." He pushed Harry a little behind so he could look at his face and continued, "Harry, I swear I meant it when I said I want to spend all my Christmases with you and all my new years and everything but I did not hold upto my words. I can't do that Harry. I don't want to make promises I can't keep, you mean too much to me and I just can't believe I was going to let some stupid boss dictate me into staying at some place. Nothing is more important than you, Harry. Nothing is more important than my love."

Harry almost tore up and kissed Draco on his lips, gently yet with a stern desire maybe because of not having done it in a while but the urgency to kiss Draco said more than just a kiss, it was all the promises, all the tears, all the happiness he shared with Draco. It was his emotions, it was his feelings, it was his utmost happiness that Draco came, for him.

"Get a room." Ron yelled from behind and they broke apart laughing in each other's embrace.

"Want to celebrate Christmas Weasley style?" Harry asked Draco.

"I'd be glad to." Draco smiled at Harry.

And they did just that. They celebrated Christmas Weasley style and there was no Christmas better than this.

Tagging some of y'all for a boost, don't hesitate if you're uncomfortable with the tag <3

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[salt-is-a-terrible-currency]

The ring

Written for day 10 of the Narcos fandom smut alphabet over on @narcosfandomdiscord

Fandom: Narcos

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Words: 1 110

Pairing: Javier x OFC Aurora

Prompt: jealousy

Warnings: smut, exhibitionism, angsty

Cameo by a young Matt Graver, my favourite asshole from the Sicario movies!

“That a Cane corso?” Aurora looks up, caught off-guard by the unfamiliar man’s voice at her left side. She’s met by bright blue eyes with dark blonde hair falling into them and a grin that she can’t interpret though she narrows it down to either self-assured or intoxicated, or possibly a combination of the two. He’s a couple of years younger than her, maybe late 20’s, and thick tanned arms poke out from the white t-shirt. He’s pointing to the tattoo on the outside of her left shoulder. It’s a portrait of Bane, the dog gifted to her by her grandfather when she went to college. The tattoo itself was her gift to herself for Christmas last year.

“Yeah.” Aurora rubs the tattoo absentmindedly. “She was my first dog.” The man grins even wider, like he’s won a bet.

“Always wanted one,” he says, “but I don’t think my lifestyle would allow it. I travel too much. Name’s Matt, by the way.” Matt reaches his hand out and, although hesitantly, Aurora shakes it. He’s got to be law enforcement, she thinks. His hands aren’t blistered like a rancher’s, but she’s never seen a businessman in bluejeans and drinking Lone Star.

“Good to meet you, Matt.” As she takes him in, another detail catches her eye. His footwear. Flip-flops. Who the hell wears flip-flops to a bar?

“You new in town?” she asks, trying her hardest not to stare at his exposed feet. Matt shrugs.

“I’ve passed through once before,” he explains, “but this time I’m staying a bit longer.” He might’ve gotten reassigned then, or maybe he’s doing part of his training here. Aurora nods in recognition but does nothing else to further the conversation. Matt props both elbows onto the bar, raises an eyebrow at her.

“So what’s your name?” he presses. Aurora considers the options. She doesn’t find him particularly intimidating, that icy feeling that runs down her spine whenever she speaks to people that are objectively bad news not making its presence known. Still, she doesn’t trust him.

“I don’t give out my name to strangers.” Aurora says it as politely as she can. She’s not in the mood to cause yet another scene at this particular bar, and hopes that Matt will have the decency to take the hint. He nods, flags down the bartender for another beer, then turns to her.

“Fair,” he agrees. “Let’s get to know each other then, so we won’t be strangers.” There’s that icy feeling, just a hint of it at the base of her skull.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she says, a little sterner now. Even if it wasn’t for Javier’s furrowed brow and pursed lips which she spots across the bar where he’s catching up with an old coworker from the sheriff’s office, she’d have no intention of continuing the conversation. Matt’s grin fades. Not fully, it just dims.

“Alright.” He throws his hands up. “I can take a no.” His voice is so easygoing, enough so that for a split second Aurora questions if she’s read him wrong. She silences that doubt quickly: so the guy’s charming, that doesn’t mean he’s not an asshole.

“Was nice talking to you though, Matt,” she says. “Hope Laredo treats you well.”

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“Who was that?” Javier asks as soon as he’s reached her side. She shrugs, takes another sip of her beer.

“Some guy who’s in town for a bit. Tried to flirt but I shut him down.” Javier pouts and throws another glance over his shoulder at Matt, who has retreated to a booth where he’s talking to a redhead who she’s seen around but doesn’t know the name of. Aurora’s already moved on in her mind, wondering if the rest of the week will be as hellishly warm as the first three days have been, when Javier pipes up:

“What did he say to you?” There’s nothing subtle about Javier’s jealousy. He wears it on his sleeve, just like he does with his anger and his joy.

“Asked about my tattoo, gave me his name, asked me mine and when I said no he backed off,” Aurora summarizes. She turns to face Javier, reaches for his fingers and squeezes them gently. That finally makes him look at her instead of at Matt. He squeezes her fingers back.

“We need to fix your ring,” he states. He’s not wrong. The second Javier went to slip his mom’s ring around Aurora’s finger three weeks ago it became obvious that Maria and her did not share a ring size. Javier’s ears turned red with embarrassment and he mumbled his way through an apology for not finding a window to discreetly check Aurora’s size. She kissed him soundly and agreed that they could get it fixed sometime when they were running other errands in town.

“You’re right. How about tomorrow?” she suggests. “It’s about time for a grocery run, don’t you think?” It’s really not but she can see the way his mind is spinning out of control, and knows that if she doesn’t pull the brakes for him he’ll be up all night wondering if she’s about to regret the engagement and take off. Javier’s jaw, tense ever since he sat Matt lingering at your side, begins to relax.

“Tomorrow,” he agrees. “But there’s something we can do right now that would make it clear you’re taken.”

⁂

The pickup really isn’t made for this. Aurora raises herself as much as she can to give Javier space to work his jeans and briefs down, her head touching against the roof. She pulled her underwear off before climbing in, leaving them on the passenger seat while her skirt spreads over his lap to provide some cover should anyone come knocking at the window. He parked far enough away from the entrance that they’re not in plain view of anyone coming and going but not so far away that it could be considered hidden away. Javier fumbles his way inside of her, unused to the cramped space. He hasn’t done this in years, after all, not since his back started aching. Aurora lets him control the pace, the movements. Just rocks with him in the driver’s seat of the old car.

“Let me see the ring,” he rasps. She obeys, pulling the thin silver chain from where it’s fallen into her cleavage and lays it to rest on the outside of her tank top. Immediately, Javier’s eyes focus on it and the stabs of his hips turn more forceful. She rests her chin atop his head, presses a kiss to the damp curls.

“We’re getting it fixed tomorrow,” she promises.

[gregorygerwitz]

on purpose

a sequel to there’s no morning glory (it was war, it wasn’t fair)

Summary: For the second time in as many months, Mouse gets roped into doing all of the work of planning a celebration that he had no real investment in. This time, though, he and Jay are on much better terms.

Warnings: none

Words: 9,090

Sneak Peek:

He'd gotten lucky, after lunch. Without a case demanding the Intelligence unit's attention, Mouse didn't have much to do by the way of work. He didn't have anything to do for work, except maybe reorganize a few things so that his cage was neat and tidy for when he actually needed things. But he'd been given a task, and he only had so much time to complete it, even if he thought it was pointless. And a lazy afternoon with nothing better to do was really the perfect time to do it.

Letting out a sigh, he put his head down on the desk, going over his options. A party wasn't really an option, not if he actually wanted to do something that Jay would enjoy. He could host a dinner, if he was allowed to use the house, but even that felt like too much. A round of drinks, a small gift, and then ignoring what the day meant, that was how things had always been. Changing things up when their friendship still felt shaky was the last thing he wanted to do. They didn't need more instability between them, not so soon.

He didn't look up when he heard distant footsteps on the stairs, propping his chin up against the surface of the desk to stare at the document opened on the screen. It was mostly blank, save for the words Jay's Birthday in the title space, and the complete lack of information meant he didn't care who saw it. If anything, whoever was coming down the steps might have some ideas that he could run with instead of bouncing back and forth between the only two options he'd come up with in an endless cycle. Maybe the people who had actually been around while he was halfway around the world actually knew his best friend better than he did. Maybe a big party was something Jay would enjoy, and that was just a fact he'd missed out on learning.

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[boozuru]

Ghostic - Exorcism 3

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Season: Autumn

<At the same time in the ES medical office>

Yuzuru: (soft breathing)

Mmh...?

(...So I fell asleep. My head feels fuzzy.... Must be the effects of an unexpectedly deep sleep.)

(We have plans to practice till late in the night, so resting in the medical office for now should be just fine.)

(But I can't relax when I have nothing to do. At the very least I could do work that I can do even here. Let's order a replacement for the glass Young Master broke yesterday.)

(Smartphones are so useful in times like this. It's nice, being able to shop online for the tableware we use every day.)

(For me, it's useful for finishing tasks more easily. Maybe it's this era's chronic ailment, not being able to have free time without the presence of your work... ♪)

(- And my transaction is complete. Now that I'm at it, it wouldn't be a bad idea to look into Young Master's new phone options.)

(Society these days is full of dangers. For the sake of Young Master's safety, I almost want to attach a transmitter to his phone...)

(But I will not. That's way too overprotective. I suppose I'm still on edge from the baffling experiences that occurred yesterday.)

(Psychic phenomena are a matter of emotions - I've told myself that so many times now.)

(When you stay too still, you fall into the clutches of paranoia. Once I start worrying about Young Master, anxiety takes over me.)

(Once I return to practice, I can shake off these wicked thoughts. I'm sure everyone will allow me to rejoinnthem if I just say 'I feel much better after sleeping'-)

Tori: Gyaaaa!

Eeeeeek!

H-help me! This is way way way too freaky!

What the heck's been going on~ There's been weird shadows and cryptic handprints, and then hair raising music and weird props and more!

It's like they're making fun of me by having me flip between states of calm and despair!

What part of this is "entertainer talent" stuff!?

That mophead must be giddy about making me miserable! I'm tired of this emotional roller coaster~!

Keito: Calm down, Himemiya. My ears hurt if you scream so close to me.

Keito: Clear your mind of all mundane thoughts, and you will find even fire cool. Instead of being riled up, stay calm- (The first phrase is actually a proverb, with legends saying that this is what the Buddhist monk Kaisen Jōki said before burning down with his temple due to Oda Nobunaga. Keito is a well-read man!)

Tori: I don't need to hear that right now! If things are scary, then they scare you!

K-Kazehaya-senpai! Please keep a tight hold on my hand! Don't let go of me this time!

Tatsumi: Of course. I won't make the same mistake again.

Oh my. Only that place over there reflects light. It looks like it's covered by a white cloth... Could that be the exit?

Tori: The exit? We did it! Let's leave right now! ♪

Keito: Wait. When you look closely, isn't the white cloth... moving?

Tori: So is that a-

A GHOOOOOOOOOST!?

Eichi: Yup. Tori's reactions are just what I was hoping for.

He reacts well to both Wataru's ghost cast and the weird happenings. I can have high hopes for the haunted house.

Wataru: Even if the lights are out of service still, things have gone smoothly even with customers just using flashlights.

Once we get lights working for the event, I'm sure everyone will enjoy this attraction in its flawless state.

The gift bestowed to the masses by fine, the Amazing haunted house. I'm quite looking forward to that day ♪

Eichi: It's a big attraction we have poured our soul into. If people don't enjoy it, it would be a big let down.

Well then. The last thing left is the goal, the grand hall - so this very place. Just showing ourselves would spoil the fun, so let's hide in another room for now.

There's a poltergeist phenomenon waiting here back in the hall.

And then the shadows of old inhabitants haunting this building will appear in the paintings, luring the passersby to the world beyond -

The grand finale will be the dread of ghosts taking over you and our world. I'm sure that even Keito and Kazehaya-kun will get spooked by this.

Wataru: Fufufu, I would love to see that: the two of them when their whole bodies go cold! What would their faces look like, I wonder... ♪

Eichi: For Keito, it would definitely be-

Hm?

Wataru: Oh my, a phone call? Is it a construction contractor for the haunted house?

Eichi: No, it's from a private number. Who would call at this hour? I'll answer it.

…

Seems like it was a mute call. Guess it's a prank. There's lots of people who know my number after all.

Wataru: It could also be a case of them calling the wrong number. It's a possibility that once they heard your voice, they became flustered and hung up due to realising their mistake.

Eichi: Fufu. Maybe it's actually the ghosts of the land that are fed up with our haunted house.

Wataru: Goodness...!

Wataru: If that's the case, oh how utterly terrifying! Does this mean we will be snatched away by the spirits of this mansion...!?

Wataru: Are you ready to go and secure an escape route, Eichi? Let's grab our test subjects and arrange an emergency meeting!

Eichi: Ahaha. You're overreacting, there's no way stuff like that would actually exist ♪

Eichi: People seek answers for everything, even when this world has so many things in it that aren't understood yet.

Eichi: Any phenomenon must have a reason behind it. It's just that we don't know it yet -

Eichi: And psychic phenomena are just one example of those very things.

Wataru: Gosh. And I thought you would play along with my act, what a shame.

Wataru: However, your appreciation for these enigmas of life came across to me well. Dreams and fantasies are also something that help troubled people cope with life.

Wataru: The ES Haunted House - Let's make it a success, Eichi.

Eichi: Fufu... What's with you all of a sudden?

Eichi: Aren't you and I villainous accomplices committing the sin of scaring people?

Eichi: So, as proper villains, let's make sure Tori and company reach the goal, Wataru ♪

Wataru: Of course! Let's make the most of this till the end. And let's keep cryptic things as just that; cryptic.