#new rip off au yay!!

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if you don't make a stawdew valley au for all of your characters, what are you even doing

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ravish

hitchhiker!readerxperv!loganhowlett

a/n: i recycled this old fic and made it a logan one yay! this was written the day after i watched once upon a time in Hollywood in theaters, clearly. haven't written smut in so long ;_;

wc: 2.4k

NSFW

18+ MDNI | age gap,oral sex, masturbation and sexual themes

summary: Y/N was at a festival last night and needs to hit the road again to go on her next adventure. she hitches a drive with someone who might just be that.

au: 1970's

You squirmed as your now blistered bare feet stood on the sizzling hot concrete.

Your arm was out, holding a thumbs up, hoping that one of the roadside drivers pull over and give you a lift. The leather backpack you were wearing was so hot it began to burn your lower back; summers in Phoenix, Arizona were practically unbearable. 

The air was dry and dusty; the back of your throat ached for a gulp of water. You had been dehydrated since you had woken up this morning.

You had gone to one of the biggest parties you had ever seen. You hardly knew anyone, and that was the joy of it; You met people from all over the States, Canada even people from Europe.

You had consumed lots of drugs and fun drinks during the night, all given to you by generous strangers.

You had lost your shoes sometime during the night, but that didn’t stop you from dancing to the music that filled your ears. Guitar strums resonated throughout the field, each chord amplified by the psychedelics you’d taken, making you feel the music deep in your bones.

Lighters were held high, illuminating the dark field. It felt like you were one with everyone in the stars.

This morning, you woke up in the middle of a flower field.

The blazing sun had pierced your vision, ripping through the haze from the pollen white flowers. Multiple ants covered your sugary drink. Disgusted, you tossed it to the side, got up and walked to the nearest busy street, which was farther than you had anticipated.

You were dressed in your crochet crop top and cut-off jean shorts from last night. Your wrists were decked in various friendship bracelets that you had received during the night, an odd custom for a party, but now you had keepsakes. You smiled, remembering the connections you had made.

Cars sped by, giving you somewhat of a  'refreshing breeze' to withstand the scorching heat of today. 

Your arm began to prickle, and the pounding headache of a hangover formed in your temples. You sighed impatiently as you tapped your foot on the ground.

I don't even care who picks me up, just get me out of here,

You thought.

Your stomach growled with hunger, you had only consumed liquid in the past 14 hours.

You observed the people in the cars that passed by you:

Well-dressed women who deliberately ignored your presence.

Families in full cars, with fathers who noticed your needy figure but quickly averted their eyes, conscious of their wives in the passenger seat.

Young men, young women.

New, inexperienced drivers

As you began to lose hope, a dodge challenger pulled over in front of you.

Cracking a smile, you skipped to the passenger window. The unknown man leaned over the console and rolled down the window.

"Whereabouts are you headed?" You asked, propping your elbows on the edge of his piping hot car. "I'm headed through Tucson, then El Paso." He spoke. 

The truth was, you didn't care about where you were going, you just wanted to go somewhere else. You had been hopping from state to state for the whole summer now, and you weren't going to stop.

You were young, wild, and free. 

"Perfect." You grinned and opened the door cheekily.

You sat down, propping your practically black feet up on the dash nonchalantly. The man just grunted and steered the car back onto the road.

You observed him quietly. 

The first thing you noticed was his height; he barely fit in the small car seats. His large hand wrapped effortlessly around the steering wheel, knuckles still marked with dried blood—evidence of a fight from the night before.

He had a tanned complexion, with dark hair that looked soft to the touch. His broad, muscular shoulders nearly brushed against you, and you caught a faint scent of cologne mixed with whiskey and woody cigars.

He wore a white tank top beneath a flannel, paired with worn work jeans. A pair of tinted aviators rested on the bridge of his angular nose, and his work boots, as dirty as your own feet, pressed down on the gas pedal.

 "What do you do for a living?" You continued eyeing him.

The man snorted. 

"I do all sorts of things. Mostly any job with tools." He replied. 

"So, a handyman?" You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. 

"You could call me that." He rasped.

"So, is that why you're going to El Paso? To work?" The car stopped at a red light.  The man reached into the glove compartment in front of you, his arm hair brushing against your thigh as he grabbed a box of cigars.

"You're a smart kid." He mumbled as he stuffed a cigar between his lips. He lit the end and took a drag;

"And you're running away from home," He offered you a cigar.

"Uh-no, I'm just on a solo adventure." You took a cigar from the box.

He lit the end with a swipe of his thumb and you inhaled; a dry scratchy feeling in your throat made you erupt in a coughing fit, trying to catch your breath.

The man found this amusing, his eyes crinkled as he grinned.

"If you don't smoke, kid, don't start now." He pulled the cigar from your lips and placed it in his mouth, where it joined the one he was already smoking. Now, two cigars jutted out from the side of his mouth.

"Jesus, you don't need to out-smoke me, I think you already did that." You crossed your arms with a huff.

"You're too innocent for smokes anyway...Also too innocent to wear whatever you have on now. It ain't covering much." He practically scolded, tightening his grip on the wheel.

Your cheeks flushed a bright pink.

"If it bothers you so much, stop checking me out, then." You rolled your eyes.

"Don't need to when it's all in your face. Can see your whole stomach and half of your ass is hanging out." He flung one of the cigars outside. 

"Perv." You looked out your window.

The man swallowed hard and stayed quiet, driving behind the other vehicles.

You picked up on his silence.

"Oh, you didn't like that did you?" You continued. 

He ignored you as you re-drew your attention to him, he stayed focused on the road in front of him.

You grinned.

This was amusing, you had a man about 20 years older than you all flustered because you caught him checking you out. You were probably his fantasy; young college girl age, petite, adventurous, non-commital. Compared to uptight, old fuller marital women of his age. 

The truth was, you've always liked older men but never attempted to be with one outside of your fantasies.

It was common for younger women to be coupled with older men, but the men from your town were distasteful, not like this man who was sitting next to you. 

You turned around in your seat and laid down to where your head was on his lap, and your feet were sitting on the passenger side door.

"What're you doin' kid?" He grumbled looking down at your face from the wheel.

"You want me to suck your dick don't you?" You met his eyes.

He scoffed and turned his attention to the road again.

"How old are ya'?" He took a drag.

"Pfft, I'm old enough." You replied.

He hummed in acknowledgement.

"Guess how old?" You added. 

"Early-twenties." He blew smoke out the window, cherry wood.

He guessed correctly. A devious smile curled at your lips.

"You sure know your young women pretty well, sir." You chuckled at your own joke.

The man took the hand that held the cigar and cupped your face roughly pressing his thumb on your lips, shutting you up. His cigar burned centimetres away from your face, a faint heat could be felt from the lit tip and the smoke drifted in your nostrils, the smell was intoxicating.

"Don't say things like that." He grumbled. You bit his calloused thumb seductively, giving it a soft suck which earned a raspy "fuck" from the man. 

"What's your name anyway?" He removed his thumb from your mouth placing the hand on the steering wheel. He squirmed slightly in the seat, readjusting his hips, and your head moved with him. He was getting harder by the minute.

"It's Y/N. You?" 

"Y/N?" He tasted your name on his lips. "-Logan." He growled, in a husky voice.

Your hands drifted down to your shorts, and you unbuttoned them. His eyes darted to your hands, and you felt his chest expand against your head as he took a deep breath.

You pulled them under your hips and let them bunch at your ankles. You spread your knees apart, exposing your clothed goods. You were wearing a light blue thong.

"You want to feel?" You lightly stroked your legs, prompting him to go the same.

Logan took one last drag of his cigar and threw it out the window, like the first one; his right hand was now free.

Instead of taking up your offer, he just returned his hand to the wheel, ignoring you.

"Fine then," You whined.

You pulled the fabric to the side, revealing your now wet folds.

You began to play with yourself, slowly. Rubbing supple, soft circles on your clit. Quiet moans escaped your lips as you built a rhythm. You knew where it felt good, you weren't new to touching yourself.

You turned your head to the side, facing Logan's shirt, you inhaled his scent and let out another moan.

Logan let out a low grumble from his chest and lowered his hand onto yours.

He guided your hand to insert your fingers inside of you. You let out a surprised whimper as he worked your hand to fuck yourself.

"Mh- I want- ah- your fingers, not mine- ah-" You managed between thrusts.

He removed your hand from your core and lifted it to his face, he inhaled deeply before mumbling another fuck.

"Taste yourself." He commanded as he brought your fingers to your mouth.

You complied, inserting your index and middle finger as deep in your mouth as possible, looking up at him while doing so. He watched you while biting his lip.

His hand snaked under your crop top, lifting it, exposing your breasts.

"Fuck sake," He breathed out after seeing what was underneath.

"Can't do this here." He jerked the wheel aggressively to the side, pushing you further into him.

He had pulled the car into an off-road wooded clearing a few miles away from the city; of course, it didn't take long for him to get there, he had gunned it the whole way; after all, he had more pressing matters to take care of.

You.

The both of you had made your way into the back seat of the car, your knees hung over his bulky shoulders, his face buried deep between your legs.

You were completely naked and he was fully dressed aside from the flannel that was discarded moments ago.

You gripped fist fulls of his hair as he lapped at your sensitive spot. Logan loved eating you out, your taste was sweet and your smell was intoxicating. Your wetness dripped off his chin as he sucked on your clit, sending you to another dimension entirely. He was skilled with his tongue, he knew how to keep a steady rhythm and when to switch it up. He groaned against you, savouring every second he had with you.

Logan had never been with such a pretty young thing like you before, he couldn't get enough.

He pressed his thick calloused index finger at your entrance while still using his tongue. Slowly, he pumped it deeper and deeper inside you, eventually reaching his knuckle. You moaned into your hand, trying to muffle the noise you were making. The two points of stimulation were too much.

You were already approaching your orgasm; Your hips bucked against his jaw and hand as you escalated gradually to meet that sweet release.

"Logan ah- I'm gonna cum" You exclaimed tightening your grip on his hair. This was the motivation for him to go even harder. He caught his breath against you between his thrusts. Pushing back against your clenching thighs and dove deeper, licking long fat strokes on your swollen clit. His coarse facial hair rubs against your skin, causing a slight burning sensation. Your knees shook as he picked his pace and enveloped your sensitive bud between his lips, sucking hungrily and giving it a slight bite.

Logan groaned as he heard your moan of surprise, you didn't know you like that. But he did.

You felt the pressure begin to pool out as your head tilted back with a loud moan:

Your fingertips and toes began to tingle.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

Your back arched instinctively.

Logan sent you over the edge, you fell in shambles of moans and whimpers as he slowly helped you ride out your orgasm.

"That's it sweetheart, good girl." He murmured with his mouth full of you as you caught your breath.

He slowly lapped you clean until you began to feel sensitive. Logan pulled back and looked at you hungrily as he licked your cum off his lips.

"You really like doing that don't you?" You asked breathless.

He snuck his hand down to your slick and now swollen pussy, using his fingers to spread you open. He observes it in awe as if he hadn't spent the last few minutes with his face right up there.

"It's... pretty...n' soft." He mumbled under his breath. Logan ducks down and places a long kiss right on the sensitive area, breathing you in once more.

You flushed a bright pink, embarrassed. You had never had a guy ravish you like this.

"Your turn, let's switch," You said propping yourself up on your elbows.

Logan chuckled."Nah, kid, we gotta hit the road." He tugged on his pants to relieve the pressure of his hard-on against the denim.

"But you-" You start but Logan cuts you off by pulling you in for a hungry kiss. His hand tangled in your hair as he pressed you to him, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth and biting. You moan in his mouth again and he pulls away with a smirk.

"Later," He grits, pocketing your panties. "Get dressed," He spanks your ass and gets out the back seat.

"Yes sir," You excitedly find your clothes.

i feel like logan loves to eat out, oops :)

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Hellfire Exotic Club Part 4

Yay! This story is really moving along and were getting to all sorts of plots coming up for you.

With any luck I'll finish Secret Tunnel (aka the Game Show AU) and then just so it goes up and you can read it before the end of the time, I'll be doing a one time posting on Tuesdays.

"A Love Connection" coming to your screens this Tuesday!

It looks like it will be about 7 chapters and lot of fun. So stay tuned for that.

In this we Steve making waves and Jeff having a heart to heart with his best friend.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

~

It was Saturday night and Chrissy and Steve were debuting their fallen angels. Eventually they were going to get color change outfits made up so that they were white when dry and red when wet. So that by the end of their dance, they’ll be devils.

Eddie was so thrilled by the idea that he ordered a couple of different outfits for them so they didn’t always have to wear the same outfit every week.

What they wore as Samael and Eve weren’t anything like their Sins, Satan and Lilith. Steve was having his own outfit made, so for now he was merely wearing the very held on together with too many pins outfit of the former Envy. Bill was much broader than Steve and his out was meant to be tight.

When he first tied them on he looked ridiculous. Steve refused to wear the cowboy hat that went with it because one, it was hideous; two, he had no way of knowing anything about Billy’s hair care or lack thereof to be considered safe; and three, because Steve was a vain ass bitch and refused to cover his hair for anyone.

So until their costumes came, Steve and Chrissy were just wearing skimpy white outfits that they removed during their dance.

It featured Samael and Eve being tempted by Lucifer into falling. It was sexy as hell and Eddie didn’t mind getting to dance with them both.

After all, Eddie was bisexual and both Chrissy and Steve were amazing dancers. Steve wore wings that by the end of their dance, Eddie had ripped off. Eve and her apple. Turning into the gluttonous Lilith, having tasted temptation and wanting to devour it all.

Then it was Eddie’s turn with the hour in the spotlight and he began with his guitar. He played like a rockstar and as he played and screamed his heart out, the clothes came off until there was nothing between him and his sweetheart.

Then he would set the guitar aside dance in just his boots, bumping and grinding for the crowd and all their hard earned money, now his.

Everyone was thrilled with how well the angels dance went down. Well, almost.

Eddie was putting the club’s take of the money into the strong box that would then be locked in his safe in the floor when he got a knock on his office door.

He looked up from his count. “Stella! Come on in. Have a seat. What can I do you for?”

She moved with all the deadly grace of cobra.

“That was a pretty impressive dance tonight,” she hummed non-committedly. “You and Chrissy and the new guy.”

Eddie was a smart man. He gotten to where he was based on that and his good instincts. And both were screaming Stella was in fact not impressed.

“It feels good to shake things up a bit,” he hedged. He wasn’t sure what her complaint was. That Steve and Chrissy got ‘extra time’? That Eddie was playing favorites? That they were a trio instead of duo or single like they usually were?

“We aren’t called Heaven and Hellfire Club, Eddie,” Stella huffed. “There’s shaking things up and then there’s throwing the baby out with the bathwater.”

Ah. The Heaven theme. “A lot of the demons in hell were fallen angels. Lucifer, Samael, Abbadon, Rosier and several others. We’re just tapping into the more Judaic and Islamic mythos instead of relying on the Christian one.”

She pursed her lips and Eddie could feel a storm brewing.

“We’ll see how it goes,” Eddie continued, cutting her off before she could build up steam. “If people don’t like it, we’ll stop. But at least for tonight, we pulled in good money for that dance.”

Stella nodded primly. “You’re right, Eddie. We’ll see.”

Like that wasn’t ominous as fuck.

~

Steve didn’t feel as nervous tonight as he had last week. He had had more time with the dance and he felt more confident in his skin. He knew by now that not everyone stripped, but he wanted to try a little tease tonight to see how that went over.

He leaned over the stool in the middle of the stage and waited for the lights to come on. This was his favorite moment even when he was back doing ballet. He loved the beat between the spotlight being off and then on.

That moment of hushed silence as the crowd takes in a collective breath in anticipation. Waiting.

Waiting.

Bam!

The lights came on and Steve snapped up his head. He pulled his body over the stool and straddled it. He ran his fingers over his body and looked back into the crowd with a pout.

Half way through his hour of dancing, he looked over his shoulder at the crowd and slowly unzipped his corset and then pushed it down his body, as money flew through the air.

Yep. That would certainly do the trick. He turned around and dipped down low, spreading his legs. He bounced right back up. He spun and then did the splits, slowly sinking to the floor. He brought his legs back together and arched his back, leaning on his hands. He laid completely flat and undulated his body. He sat back up and tucked his legs under him.

He crawled toward the front of the stage where there were men and women alike waving fists of cash at him. He let them tuck the bills wherever it would fit and then stood back up.

He finished his dance back on the stool and turned away from the audience. He looked over his shoulder again and winked.

~

Eddie was going to go feral. This was it, the end of his sanity. It had slowly been ebbing away for years but this?

This destroyed the last tether he had to reason. He didn’t drink on the clock. Because he knew the second he got drunk some catastrophe would happen that he would need to be sober for and he’d fuck the whole thing up.

But god, did Steve’s little wink at the end make him want to start with one end of the bar and go all the way down, drinking everything he could get his hands on.

How his hands managed not to shake when he handed Steve his cut of the night’s earnings, he’ll never know. But he even got in a sincere smile while he was at it.

He quietly put the money in the lockbox to be combined with Saturday’s take and taken to the bank first thing in the morning. He locked up his office and went out front to wait for the cleaners. When he got out to the bar, he saw Jeff waiting for him.

That brought him up short. If he was expecting anyone to stay for a chat it would have been Chrissy or Gareth. Jeff pulled out a bottle whiskey and poured them each a glass before sitting down. He patted the stool next to him.

“Come on,” he murmured gently. “I’m not gonna bite you.”

Eddie scoffed and did as he was told. This was bound to be a better conversation then the ones he had with Stella and Steve. At least this time there was booze involved. He picked up the glass and swirled the liquid around before taking a long drink.

“You did good bringing him in,” Jeff started. “More people are coming in then they were before and tips for everyone have gone up.”

Eddie looked over at his best friend and then cocked his head to the side with a half shrug. “I was about ready to go drown my sorrows and give up finding anyone who could replace Billy. Because, yeah for all we brandy about him being stereotypical, he got warm bodies into the club every Sunday night.”

“He certainly could out Magic Mike even the best of strippers,” Jeff agreed. “Too bad his personality was shit and he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants off the stage.”

Eddie drained the rest of his glass and poured himself another. He turned in the stool to face Jeff. “See that’s the part I don’t understand. Why would he sleep around with married women? Especially high profile married women? Because that was just asking for trouble.”

“Because it’s not about sex,” Jeff said with a shrug. “It’s about power. He could have sex with any woman he wanted so he went for the ones in power so that he could control them. Dude was a class A asshole.”

“That’s true,” Eddie scoffed. “But no, I’m glad Steve is settling in. Since Scott’s been helping him learn the moves, he’s been picking them up faster and even adding his own moves.”

“When you got him in to see Ellie?” he asked downing his drink. “Because if he was in a costume that actually fucking fit, he’d be bringing in even bigger numbers.”

Eddie winced. He loved Ellie. She did all the costumes for the club and was always happy to make him new ones. Hell, she was super excited to do the costumes for the fairy tale night. But he was having a hard time getting Steve and her together in the same room because of how wildly different their schedules were. He really wasn’t thinking about that when he gave Steve his schedule.

“I’m working on it,” he muttered darkly. “She’s already slammed with some of the extra work we sent her. I don’t know what Steve does on his days off, but he’s been super busy so it’s hard to get the two of them in the same room.”

“Just have her show up to one of the shows,” Jeff said, “and have her take the measurements between him shaking his assets.”

Eddie snorted. “She likes making our costumes but she passes on the actual show.”

“She’d be in the back in the dressing rooms,” Jeff huffed. “Because he needs to get costumes that fit his style. Hell, he needs to dance his style. The envy dance was great for pole, but Steve barely touches the damn thing. Which considering his past experience is a little weird, but that’s not here or there. He needs to be able to branch out.”

“Would you tell that to Stella, please?” Eddie growled. “She’s already been on my ass about the angel thing. She’s trying to clip his wings before he even gets them.”

Jeff poured them both another glass. Eddie raised an eyebrow. He didn’t usually have more than two. “Don’t worry, I’ve got Uber on standby, but I think we both need this right now. But to answer your question, some people just don’t like change. Especially since she is one of the last vestiges of the KitCat Kitty Club. Her and a couple of the backup dancers. When they saw Billy get fired, suddenly they got very afraid for their jobs.”

“Yeah, okay,” Eddie said, playing with his glass and really not drinking it. Around them the cleaners were getting to work. They were used to Eddie having a drink with one of his friends and just did that section last.

“You just have show them you understand where they’re coming from,” Jeff said, “without letting them push you over. You’re boss after all.”

Eddie glared at him. “And how do you suppose I do that, pray tell?”

“I don’t know,” Jeff said waving his hand. “Fly casually.” He snorted when Eddie hit his arm. “Look, man I don’t know. I’m just a dancer. I shake my ass and I get paid for it. You’re the real brains of this place. You took it to new heights when it should have failed. You brought in some of the best dancers this town has ever seen by the sheer grace of just being friends with them. I don’t know why you’re asking me for advice.”

Eddie buried his head in hands. He sat like that for a moment and then drank all the whiskey in his glass in one gulp. He put his head on the bar and thunked it a couple of times. He was good at this. He could do this.

“I can handle this,” he said waving his hands at the bar. “What I can’t handle is how hot Steve is. Like what the hell?”

Jeff threw his head back and laughed. “Can’t help you with that one, man. I’m straight.”

“God, I wish I was straight or gay instead of the bisexual disaster that I am.”

Jeff put his arm around his shoulders. “People still think you and Chrissy are still an item?”

He nodded morosely and then laid his head on his arms on the bar. He turned his head to look at Jeff. “I can’t beat the allegations even with my personal no dating staff rule.”

“Maybe they just want you to be happy,” he said, finishing his drink and setting the glass behind the bar for the crew to clean up.

“It’s just she’s not out as a lesbian,” Eddie whispered, “and I worry she’s going to be pushed into revealing something she’s not ready to yet.”

“So take a night off once and awhile and date, man,” Jeff huffed. “You give everyone at least one night off, two if you can swing it. But when was the last time you stepped into a club that you didn’t own?”

Eddie scoffed. “Probably never.”

“You have me and Chrissy to help you run this place,” Jeff reminded him. “Take a day off, rest. Hell, go visit your uncle. I bet that bastard misses your scaly ass.”

Eddie shook his head and finished his third glass. “I should. I call him all the time, but it would be good to see him too.”

“I think you’ve had your head so wrapped around this club,” Jeff said, “that you forgot to be someone other than ‘boss’.”

Eddie let out a slow shuddering breath as he pushed away from the bar. “Thanks, Jeffy. I owe you.”

Jeff laughed. “You don’t owe me shit. I love my job and I know there would be no other place in or out of this fucking state that would take a black man as a headlining stripper, let alone one looking like me.”

“Which is a damn shame,” Eddie replied. “Let’s find that Uber of yours and go home.”

Jeff laughed. “You’ve become such a fucking lightweight.”

Eddie pushed him and then wrestled and tussled as they exited the bar.

In the back of the bar one of the cleaners watched them go with a furrowed brow.

~

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And don't worry, I haven't forgotten our little cleaner, they'll make an appearance later. ;)

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[growthf]

hello! can i request zhongli, al haitham, scaramouche, and xiao with m!reader who is a kpopers? isekaid reader/modern au is okay! i just randomly saw your profile and bam! youre a kpopers(⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠), its okay if its a girlgroup or boygroup, and if you can only write for only several characters, its also okay! feel free to delete and dont forget to drink water & keep healthy (⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♪

ask and you shall receive! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

✩ zhongli, al haitham, scaramouche, & xiao x k-fan!male!reader

^^; modern au, reader has a slight (large.) obsession

a/n: thank you for the request! i hope this meets your expectations!!

ZHONGLI

occupancies you to every concert, fansigning, and popup store (all attended with your money btw!!!)

your favorite group is performing somewhere across the sea?? you best believe he’ll be right on that plane with you

doesn’t understand fanchants in the slightest, but always loves the look on your face when you’re enjoying yourself

when he first went to a fansigning with you he was confused ?!?!!

don’t all these people have jobs or something???

you had told him it was a popular event within groups and that most take the day off, but he really felt like the world was cramped into a tiny room that day

follows you around whenever you’re shopping or trying to find a new album

watches you open it purely to see your eyes light up when you get a pc of your bias

if you’re into a boy group he’s probably a little jealous you’re screaming over some guy other than him, but it’s not like he’d ever tell you that

“there’s a performance in a neighboring state? it would be fun to see somewhere new together, i’ll come with.”

AL HAITHAM

super confused at first

you like flying millions of miles ?!!?! to see people sing & dance ??? next to millions of other people !?!?

you might as well had him play some musical cartoons if you wanna see people sing & dance–at least it’s free!!

when you explained clearly he understood a little better

he still stays at home though

UNLESS you go out of state or country, he’ll fly with you but just stay in your shared hotel room till you come back

who wants to deal with people that’ll probably rip him apart if he says the wrong thing in the wrong tone

his first time at your house was a tough one

not only were there posters as far as the eye could see, but your desk and most of your shelves were decorated to the brim with merchandise and other things

how could you even afford all that AND pay bills at the same time???

you forced him to a concert once and he nearly broke.

yelling, screaming, shouting, so many lights and flashes, everything happening all at once

made you drive to the hotel that night.

“call me on your way back, i’ll see if room service offers any midnight treats.”

SCARAMOUCHE

went to one concert at had a love hate relationship with it

you’re enjoying yourself? yay!!! you’re screaming over someone other than him?? boo!!

went to all the concerts with you after that just to make sure you didn’t get any funny ideas

went to a fansigning and oh. my. god.

nearly passed out before y’all made it to the car

he made a mental note for himself to go everywhere BUT fansignings after that incident

bought an album for you as a birthday gift and the way you practically melted made him confused??!?!

what’s so special about pictures of some people who don’t even know you??

(made sure to keep up on your favorite group(s)/solos to see if there’s any upcoming albums so he can see your reaction again)

if you have a decked out room AND ita bag, he’s probably questioned how you manage to stay housed a couple of times

how can you afford bills, concerts, AND merchandise, yet you couldn’t afford the $2 cookies at your last hang out???

does not understand your money logic in the slightest

“anything happening this weekend? ..a fansigning.. you go ahead and have fun, i think i’ll pass on this one..”

XIAO

a mix of al haitham and zhongli tbh

wants to see you have fun but also doesn’t wanna be around all those screaming people

will accompany you to a concert every now and then depending on when and where they’re taking place

says he forgets all your biases but has a note on his phone with every name you mention on it

even follows most of their socials, too

you wonder sometimes how he manages to keep up with things that even you haven’t heard about yet and he’s glad you haven’t figured him out

whenever you talk about a new album or single releasing soon, you’ll always find it outside your door despite not ordering it yet

went with you to a fansigning and honestly he kinda enjoyed it

i mean yeah, the lines were hell and the people in line were annoying–but he liked how your face lit up when you finally made it to the front and got the signature you stood nearly a whole day for

made a promise to keep going with you even if others around were so nauseatingly loud

you showed him your photocard collection for the first time, and he was genuinely impressed with it

when and where did you even get all the money for them!?!

he checks in regularly to see if you have any new additions to the already large collection once in a while now

“what was the name of that group you liked again? right. well, they’re having a performance next week–it’s real close by, too.”

[joltning]

@fishfingersalad it’s almost 2am but i can’t sleep and ts probably only going to be seen by like 5 people anyway so let it rip

this au started out as a self indulgent pocket sized au that I ignore as all my aus do…..then I couldn’t sleep and started imagining things im good at that. it started as an au I could do ship focus on and well I love lore I guess. despite all this the main story still focuses on my blorbos. maybe I will make a storyline for the main cast, if I can imagine things again

one day, all across (abridged) America (this is why I made that carolina/puerto rico/dc post btw), 50 children, each for 1 state, pop up at the same time, with varying ages, mostly tween years but with some variation up and down. while some are humanoid creatures, others are completely monstrous and lack sentience. however, they all share one common factor: a tag identifying what state they came from. The majority of the sentient ones assume this is their name, and that’s why they run with it.

conspiracy theorists and cryptid fans nationwide take notice of a bunch of shit happening overnight and develop “The 50” list. depending on if it’s commonly agreed upon what monster you are and if it’s commonly agreed upon what state you’re from, you’ll be ranked higher or lower on the list, with, of course, the highest ranking being the most sought after and hidden. Most of the higher tiered creatures are humanoid; it’s easier to blend in if you don’t look out of place

i forgot to mention Btw it’s like. myths and legends and shit too. i mentioned york being the pied Piper I also think the implication that the pied Piper is a monster is funny. also only one monster per person and

ofc my blorbos…….Everyone run now!!!! Ohio has just moved to a new city yay go girl But her coworkers are fucked up!!! There’s this bitch Sherry that she may or may not have a crush on and like her two little friends who absolutely know that. but Watch out there’s a freaky green man It’s Georgia her old friend Georgia. they were their first freelancer friends but geo Loves making deals for souls slash servitude slash their power slash take over the world slash he doesn’t know what souls are and neither do I. but they gotta be normal and not fight in the office.!!! And fight outside of a Walmart at 2 instead. he’s kinda bad at it though which is why only Ohio cares.

anywya Sherry keeps running into Ohio and Georgia fighting and you know Ohio’s kind of like. well if you see her when she’s not masking you’ll probably go insane huh. so Ohio has to keep wiping her memories and Sherry’s getting CRAZY deja vu.

this is so stressful Good thing Ohio’s got her trusty friends Iowa and Idaho!!! They’re causing chaos somewhere else but she’s always texting them and video chatting. hopefully they can meet up again soon!!

Utah is a paranormal investigator and currently georgia’s only the only person who’s currently made a deal with him. he’s made past deals but Ohio scared them off by ‘Do Not Be Afraid’ing them. it’s either that or they have to get killed lest the green fuck get too powerful and Ohio would rather not do that thanks. utah doesn’t even get anything in return he just wants to know wtf is going on tbh. Georgia stays at his apartment because he’s a squatter I guess

well That’s too bad I guess I can’t share any more because they’re just plotpoints. hey do you wanna know what the other freelancers are

Ohio: Angel (duh. So low because when she spawned she was literally in the middle of a bunch of people and blinded them with her corporeal form)

Georgia: Demon (the devil but literally this time. manages to be a little higher due to being able to teleport short distances. Stayed a little too close to home base, though.)

Iowa: Harpy (kept flying in the air like a dumbass everyone fucking saw him. denialists claim it to be a big bird. and they’re right.)

Idaho: Werewolf (he didn’t know until a full moon came out. oops.)

Carolina: Siren (keeps the bad singing voice.)

York: pied piper….

Wash: Shapeshifter

Florida: Alien (when he came on the fated day he rode in on a meteor instead of plopping in, breaking off the state from the rest of the US. its highly debated on whether or not the meteor itself was the creature.)

Maine: Bigfoot (but he shaves his whole body every day so he just looks like a big guy)

Connie: Kitsune

Wyoming: Fairy (despite being obvious, no one fuckinh lives in wyoming so he just flew far away immediately. fucks up the rankings of others by being spotted far away from his state.)

North: The Sandman (Both spawned across from eachother at the 2 state’s borders. They immediately declared eachother twins.)

South: Mare/Dream Eater (Their high ranking is very dependent on the confusion on which twin is which, since they work together to sleep and then feast.)

Tex: Ghost

you may see here I did not include Utah Did I forget No No No (kinda) I have an idea for what he is but i don’t intent to reveal it ever really. idk how id incorporate that. jsut know I searched really hard to find a creature that wasn’t a ghost that disrupted electromagnetic fields so that every time he went ghost hunting the machines would go off causing him to assert there was a ghost there. but no alas I did not find that

ok tahts it I think. for now. maybe. if you have any ideas for this background fucks wise or rnbs wise I would like them. for meThanks goodnight im gonna pass blout Out Out

[komohine]

do keith and james ever travel together? where do they go and what silly antics do they get up to!! (need silly moments to cure my heart……)

Thats so real

For canon timeline, i think that after the war ended, they do travel together a lot. But that’s because their work mandates it: both Keith and James end up on the humanitarian aid team (Garrison and BOM joint effort bcs i cant stand them being separated) and they travel a lot to other planets! Yay! Usually in separate ships though rip, but i think they call often. When their schedule allows it, i think keith would drag james off to explore wherever they are on foot (just like their garrison days… sigh), or james will try to organize a more formal date night.

For college AU, also yes! Because i cant handle the angst! After james cuts his parents off, he doesn’t really have anywhere to spend the next summer, so he invites keith on a cross country road trip and keith accepts bcs he also has nothing better to do and maybe by leaving arizona he can gather some more evidence for the case he’s trying to crack. Also james gets to teach keith how to drive! It doesn’t go well and james is stuck driving the whole time despite keith’s insistence on trying again. 💀 they take their supper late at the nearest waffle house or whatever is out in the barren countryside, and they’ll fill their booth with laughter after james discovers that waffles with chicken is, unfortunately, literally waffles with chicken (“They even put maple syrup on it! Why!!”). James will drive for a long time looking for somewhere nice to park, secluded, and under the night sky, so he can gently shake keith awake and tell him to look outside. Keith “sneakily” takes photos of james while he drives on his digicam, and when he wakes earlier than james (which is rare) he’ll snap a pic and then make both of them shitty instant coffee. They go to each major tourist attraction, starting with the grand canyon before going outwards, and they’ll have strangers take photos of them together (both serious and unserious) on keith’s digicam. One time the person tried running off with the digicam, but fortunately james can sprint 100 m in 10.28 seconds (a new record! His prev record was 10.34) so they did not get very far before james wrestled the camera back and gave them a stern talking to.

[annemissingshoe]

WTTMV Keeper!Poppy, Stitcher!Julie, and others (one non-WTTMV character)Theories part five

hahahaha

Just went over the lore in Ariki’s Card, realized some things after reading the new lore drop post and now I have a better understanding of some of the things that occurred in the lore.

Might have learned something new about Messanger and Stitcher today:3

Read this post above, it explains something important about Stitcher and has certain details that weren’t mentioned here.

Sooooooo I was wrong about Stitcher destroying his world after he left.

Solver!Frank was from the same au as Stitcher!Julie, his absence caused his au to collapse as he wasn’t supposed to be gone. Because their au was a Fixed au, it wouldn’t allow such changes to occur without it collapsing on itself.

Quick retelling of the new post I read.

They were attacked by hands and everyone but Julie was ripped apart. Stitcher was quick and managed to remain relatively unharmed, only her leg was torn.

He looked around and realize two thing

They were just puppets, they were made out of fabric and stuffing not flesh.

and that

Wally was still alive. She could save him and maybe she could save the others too. She ran to Poppy’s house for a sewing kit and then back to Home. Where she started to fix Wally, she ended up taking some fabric from Barnaby to fix with Wally with as she didn’t have enough.

it worked!

it worked? There was uhh something not quite about Wally

Stitcher continued on with her work, she did her best to fix up her remaining neighbours, when she was working on Poppy.

The hands started again. Chaos spreading across the au, The au was about collapse around them.

Her neighbours go up and hugged her for one last time, Poppy threw her through one of the cracks of void, Julie saw them looking at her as she was ejected.

When she was trying to leave through the creak, it closed on her leg, cutting it clean off. She passed out after this and was later found by Peacekeeper.

Sooo maybe this has to do with the fact that Stitcher and Solver are from the same au, that two characters being from the same causes them to have a similar aura.

once again make sure to read the post above, didn’t go over everything Some things being clear up in The post below by Ariki.

He was taken in by Peacekeeper, she was recovering there.

she would later meet some others multiversers during her stay there, at some point she saw/heard Observer talking Peacekeeper, had made the choice followed him in hopes of finding out what happened to her au, to see if there was a way to get it back.

She ended up in a void filled with TVs and tapes, after floating around for a bit. He found something, she found it.

It felt like it was calling to them, like it was hers. (It was her au judging by what happened there, she just knew it was her au)

What she found was an almost completely destroyed tape, It was her au.

She panicked In realization that Observer was going in the direction she was in, she made the choice to Flee the area as she was worried about Observer finding her there and that he would take the tape away from her.

Somehow she managed to get back to Keeper’s world, and quickly hid the tape in her leg. A moment later she was found by Peacekeeper, she could tell something was wrong but didn’t know what it was. Keeper tried to ask Julie what happened but she wouldn’t tell her what she had did.

Julie’s thoughts were clouded by fear, She felt like she would get destroyed along with the tape if Observer got close to her. Julie’s mind was racing with many worse case scenarios which only served to add to her stressed mental state.

Julie tried to crawl away from Keeper but Keeper’s ribbons gently wrapped around Julie's limbs, preventing her from moving further. She moved close to wrap her wings around Julie In attempt to comfort Julie. But being held back reminded her of the shadows hands that torn her friends apart.

This is when Stitcher arm was ripped off, she was leaving Peacekeeper world.

Stitcher was the one who did it.

They did it so she would be able to get out of there before Observer would find her. Because In that moment she feel trapped and like she was in danger, so she needed to get away from there fast.

Stitcher’s first impressions of Observer were not great, there was an unfortunate misunderstanding going on. Stitcher today wouldn’t believe the truth. As she wouldn’t trust anything Observer says, wouldn’t believe that it was something that caused it. She is Dead-set on believing Observer did it.

(Was he the one who destroyed it ?)

This was the First time Stitcher had thought Observers fault her au was gone, she had found her tape and it was damaged. She didn’t know why it was like that, the idea that Observer might have done it pop up, doesn’t help that Observer already has a bad reputation among other multiversers. One that makes this more believable (although she didn’t know that yet but she will learn at some point ).

She was fearing for life :(

Stitcher would met Seamster some point after this event.

also the eye from Stitcher’s dress being her Poppy’s eye.

This one shows various different events.

What happened to Archivist’s original body

Fliante leaving Keeper’s world

Something bad happened with Wayfinder and Courier, Courier got hurt somehow.

Something going on with Messenger

Admin carrying someone, maybe during a certain event that happened because of a certain person, who knows

two different events with two versions of Nyxie

Observer fixing his arm

Keeper looking at a tv while she crying

Stitcher making the choice to rip her own arm off to escape

I do think that the tags are talking about what happened to Solver!Frank.

Cause Solver went missing and that caused his au to go off-script.

@arikihalloween

Part 4

[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

pit babe ep 2 stray fevered thoughts

- honestly this is more race car than omegaverse so far, which isn’t what i expected based on the posts about it

- i already know we hate tony so booooooo get off the stage. oop infamous music at the words money laundering… looks like we have a crook on our hands 🤨📸

- obsessed with their little effects

- GET A JOB STAY AWAY FROM HER

- i bet the way powers reveal went crazy. however i already know this bitch has mind control alpha smells or whatever

- oh now i see the puppy kitty dynamic

- yay the autistic omega is here!!! he is drinking a pink milkshake good for him

- ok so this is the kenta you all torture in your aus got it. oh kim spotted as well i see you mutuals and i will be supporting them as well🫡

- HE PLAYS WITH TOY CARS

- i love this little man so bad what the fuck?!?!!?!?

- hitting me with babe being menopausal in ep 2????

- do way and the new guy have beef?? also the car noise are scaring the fuck out of my dog…

- little man can negotiate good for him

- charlie and jeff (and way?)

- north is my chosen guy of the show i think. obsessed with his inability to mind his own business like he’s always gotta be saying something that’s gonna get him slapped. <3 baby

- charlie kinda lying rn isn’t he….

- losers back and he brought a feral guy?

- why is winner always tryna start shit like he can’t take a month or two to regroup and have something to contribute to his little bets he’s making or he just always has to be the biggest asshole in the room 🤨

- charlie’s gonna get his shit rocked isn’t he… can they bite or is it just punches. i never got far in kick boxing. wait it’s over? boxing is so confusing

- loser losing again what’s new

- oooh? winner being pathetic AGAIN ft kim, what is this man’s deal

- oh babe got money? thats a lot of cars

- idk why im surprised that there’s so much driving in the race car driving show but there’s so much driving. i really don’t understand cars 🫡

- rip to way. here come my little nuisances <3

- wait what’s up with them what just happened what are they wjejrhjr now they’re back to goofing off in the background i love them

- oh they’re gonna buy babe???

[chesters-ocs]

some fun oc name origin facts:

-> butcher: originally his name was just butch, and that name was shamelessly ripped off from an au version of sans (mafiafell to be exact) and the only reason he even *exists* is because i thought the concept and designs were cool and wanted to do a human version of that

-> dominic: the first draft version of his name was literally Dominic Butcher. because at the time, him and butcher were the same person and hadn't mitosed in my head yet.

-> elias and elly: they both started out as sonas i made because emotions are hard and i needed to project. thats why they have similar roles

-> sylvester: i already said this on main, but his name is hella recycled and reused. from a name i used to go by, to a sona, to an extinct oc, and finally, to him. his name has been dragged trough the mud and spat on. for a while, his name was also just used as a placeholder for literally any oc with a role too minor to have an actual name granted to them. (the other placeholder name i had was Red. iykyk)

-> mārīte: obviously it means ladybug in latvian, but growing up, there was a lady who lived next-door to my grandmother, who was named mārīte and that name just always enchanted me and sounded so magical. so. yay :)

-> katie: i thought it'd be funny to have kat in her name, because her girlfriend is a cat hybrid

-> marcus: hes named after a middle school bully from my class. thats it.

-> ivy and vincent: they both started off as placeholder names, much like sylvester, but ivy in particular, also entranced me and i just couldnt let go of that name.

-> charlie: his name's derived from chester. hes my sona. what do you want from me

-> ainārs: hes also named after a real person. a news reporter who was on the radio every morning, to be exact.

-> melz: the nickname stands for melanie, but he rarely uses the full name

-> vast: his original name was dice. as in game dice. then i thought it was stupid because his story changed and no longer included gambling with the faith of the entire world

-> void: void started out as my sona. my voidpunk sona, to be exact. and i never felt like being creative so... void it was.

[faegoddessog]

 Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 38/41

Chapter 38: Letters from the Ice

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, talk about masturbation, separation angst,

Series Masterlist 

Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes  involved here. 

Chapter 38: Letters from the Ice

8.25.2020

Hey babe! 

So, yay email! Hopefully this will work for us. :) But the internet is SO SLOW. Even with barely anyone here it took 10 min for my email to load. I am told by the winterers that trying to upload a video is all but impossible. But a picture *can* go through. Thank the local deity that we don’t have to super old school it and use carrier penguins! Yay! Well we finally made it to McMurdo. I can’t believe it’s been a whole month since I’ve seen you, well except for the phone calls in Christchurch. It feels like the band aid is really ripped off now. I’m just trying to breathe through it. I hope you are staying busy or at least distracted. I am excited to finally be here after 5 days of delayed flights as is the rest of my group. We’ve taken to calling ourselves a flock. I have no idea why. So I’ve got a room all to myself right now, but we’ll see how many people show up for the mainbody season in October, I may or may not have a roommate. So, there I was trying to get settled and I opened my big suitcase and found the books and the dark chocolate and the candles and the little bottle of essential oil blend. Fuck it smells like you. It made me cry and smile at the same time. Thank you baby. This is a classic pic me in front of the station sign. It looks darker than it was, but we only had 4 hours of sunlight and there was a storm coming. Wow, I thought I'd been through blizzards at home. This was nothing compared to what they got here! I’d send you a photo. But it’s literally just white.

I do have a confession to make. You remember that freakin’ hot phone sex we had during my quarantine? Yeah… um.. I recorded the audio, yup, every time. I’m gonna listen to your amazing voice telling me to touch myself. I think I’ll lube up my butt plug you gave me and push it into my ass imagining it’s you. Fuck I miss you. I miss your body next to mine at night and your cock in me in the morning. I love you Aus, I miss you. All the kisses for you. ~Your Kitten

8/26/20

Kitten!!!  I’m so stoked that we still get to keep in touch. Even if only over email. That pic of you in front of the sign feels surreal. I can't even tell it's you with all the layers! The landscape looks so desolate. I’m so glad you found my gifts, that’s just stuff I don’t like to live without, kinda like you. I’m not liking living without you. Although I’m STILL finding post-it notes. You little fiend, putting them in all my clothes. Makes me smile and cry too. I did get some exciting news though. Baz, as you know, has been checking up on me since you left. I really love him, he is such a marvelous soul. Anyway he told me yesterday that we will start rehearsals next week and filming is slated to start up again in mid to late September. Thank God, I gotta have something to focus on other than this empty apartment. I’m just waiting for the rest of the crew to get back in country, then I’ll be too busy to think. Also, I’m gonna talk to your Uncle Roy this week and make sure I can still stay here. Baz says the studio will give me a stipend for the apartment and I’ll just pass that along to him. That reminds me, Kate said she had not seen anything related to us from Marissa’s channel and that she would be willing to have a meeting with her, but she won’t make any guarantees. I have a confession too, I went and developed those couple rolls of film we'd taken. It was so fucking sad that you weren’t there to play with while I waited for them to dry. Anyway, You know how I wasn’t sleeping in our bedroom yet? Well, I put the photos I took of you up all over our bedroom and it finally let me sleep in there alone, although I might’ve cried myself to sleep just a little. When I woke up hard I had those gorgeous pictures of you in that black dress to jerk off to. Fuck you are hot and fuck I miss you so much. Oh my god, just reading that you are fucking your ass with my butt plug has me hard, you are such a naughty Kitten. I might have to keep track of how naughty you are and punish you accordingly when I see you next. I wish you were here to suck this hard cock right now. I think when I finish I’ll stroke myself while looking at those closeups of you and imagine your luscious lips wrapped around me. I’d send you a pic of it, but I’m terrified it could get out somehow. I love you more, I miss you terribly, only 187 more days to go.. Roughly. ~Your Aus

9.20.20

Hello my love,  So how’s things? Are you ready? I’m so excited for you to start filming again. You got this babe! I believe in you! (forehead kisses) There were satellite issues again when I tried to call you last night. I’m so sad we keep getting hosed on our phone calls. Soon you’ll be too busy to take a call from me! We are pretty solidly in the groove of our workday, that’s 6 days a week. I’m on the day shift right now and it’s been a bunch of maintenance checks and rebuilds on buildings and answering calls for service. There is a big build that got delayed due to covid, but we will be starting on that pretty soon. The food is surprisingly good. The galley really loves their themes. Taco Tuesday, Asian Nights, Sunday Brunch. The pizza is pretty good too! It’s not a woodfired oven made by the hands of angels good, but when you want pizza, it’ll do. Made a good group of friends, though we are all weird misfits here it seems. Do you remember when people had to talk to each other instead of stare at their phones? It’s like that here, since there isn’t wifi, not that it would work right. It’s amazing how old school it feels, it’s kind of wonderful. Probably sounds like torture to you my shy, introverted darling.

Most of the people here are guys. It’s like 70/30. I’m the only woman in my department, not like that’s new to me. The first day I showed up for work the foreman asked if I was in the wrong place. They tried to give me shit at first until I out-hammered them all in a nailing race. Just a dumb little competition thing. But it stopped them from fucking with me. Yeah, I know my stuff assholes! Lol! Now we are all good. Except for Joe, I do not like Joe. He just rubs me wrong and won’t let the girl thing go. We may have to have a little come-to-Jesus meeting during which I emasculate him with the claw on my purple hammer! The other women I’ve met have also been surprised by the overall disappointing behavior from some of these guys. There is a saying on the ice- “Antarctica: Full of badass women and mediocre men.” This is true. Not all the guys are that way though, some of them are nice and those are the ones that get laid. Yeah, there are a lot of hookups happening and there are free condoms, like, everywhere. No one here is as interesting or as sexy as my man though. Plus, you spoiled me with not having to use condoms. I miss your skin on mine, I miss your lips on mine, I miss your cock in my mouth. Since I don’t have a roommate yet, I think I’ll light your candle, put on the sexy music playlist we used to fuck to and add some of that EO to my wrists. I’m going to suck on my dildo. I’ll start slow just licking the tip, I’ll imagine your hand in my hair and your sky blue eyes watching every flick of my tongue. I’ll make sure my lips are good and wet before I slide it down my throat. And I’ll be fucking myself with my vibrator, the one that's curved. The only thoughts I'll have in my mind are ‘it’s your cock in my mouth, it’s your hand on my pussy, it’s you, it’s you, it’s you’. I’m gonna cum so hard, moaning around your imagined cock in my mouth, I may have to do it twice. God I miss you. Tell me more about how you jerk off to pictures of me, that is so damn hot. I’m just imagining you stroking yourself, playing with the tip a little. Damn. ~Your Slutty Kitty

 9/22/20

My bad, bad Kitty, I do not know how you do it, but are you aware of how fucking sexy you are? Even just via email you get me so riled up. How do you take the mere 26 letters of the alphabet and make them into these sexy fucking pictures in my head?! I miss my cock in your mouth too, I miss you laying out on the bed with your legs wide and my head buried between them. I don’t have anything to lick and pretend is your pussy, but I promise I will make up for it when I see you next. Oh lord I gotta go take care of this massively hard co

9/22/20

Hey love,  Sorry, I hit send without meaning to! You got me so hot I wasn’t thinking clearly. It didn’t take me long baby, I used that coconut oil from just before you left. The scent totally put me right back there with you on your knees devouring my cock. That reminds me, I need to get that dress dry-cleaned… It’s stopped smelling like you now so… I suppose it’s time. I’m ready- ish, the last 6 months made me feel like all the Elvis sunk into my bones. I’ve been working like a fiend with Baz and Polly and Irene and Erik. They have all commented on how it’s different now, more natural. My day is so full of Elvis again it’s hard to think about anything else. I’m so nervous all over again. I’m waking up at 3 again. I miss you. Not just for the sex baby, but you. You make me better. Please keep trying to call, my PA on set will have my phone when I don’t. I put one of your pics up in my trailer, btw, one of the clothed ones. I kiss my fingers and touch it every time I leave and say hello to it when I come in. People that see me do it still don't know who you are, (Baz and Tom are good secret keepers). That last article with the pics of you and I at the airport really threw them all off. I think Kate told me that the paps were searching the passenger lists for all outgoing planes to Europe that day to see if they could figure out who you were. It's fun to keep them guessing. I totally get the hooking up, happens on set too. People are people. I’m not worried about you Kitten. How’s your demon though… she doin’ ok? Getting out of hand at all… pun intended! Ok, early call in the morning. I love you so much. 160 days +/- ~ton Roi

10.11.20

My darling man,  FUCK I am still riding the high from talking to you last week! I can’t believe I caught you in your trailer too! I’m sorry I couldn’t play sexy games back with you because the phone was too public on my end. I loved you telling me how you were stroking yourself though and how you came on your stomach. I went right back to my room, to rub one out. Damn. Luckily my new roommate was at work. She asked me when she moved in why I had a pic of you and me on the wall by my desk. I told her I was in love with you. It was so funny, she sat down on the couch and started talking about you like we were in middle school. ‘ He’s so dreamy and I hear he broke up with his girlfriend and is dating a French woman!’ “was that the only time you met him?” Oh my god, it was all I could do to not laugh in her face. I’m sorry baby, I had to tell her. I hope you aren’t mad! I still don’t think she believes me, even after I showed her pictures of us (appropriately clothed of course). I appreciate you asking after that sexy bitch in my head. She is doing fine, staying on her lead. None of these people would satisfy her anyway. She’s too far gone for you. :) My daily horniness level has chilled out since I’ve not been getting fucked by you on the regular, though there are times! Oh and fun news! I’m going to be setting up a few field camps in a couple weeks, so I won’t be in touch much after halloween -ish. But I WILL be out on the literal ice. Think warm thoughts for me! At least I will get away from Joe! He is still a dick.

~your naughty Kitten (for different reasons)

10/12/20

Kitten,  Of course I’m not mad! Once you are back I want the whole world to know that you are mine and I am yours. Also, Kate set up a meeting with your cousin Marissa. I talked to her and got her info when I talked to Uncle Roy. (He still refuses to let me pay him.) Kate was impressed by her and is planning on offering her a paid internship. Love you baby, go conquer that ice! ~Aus

(Please read the following letter with a deep southern accent of yore) Twenty fifth day of October in the year of our Lord two thousand twenty My darling Austin, I pray that this electronic mail finds you healthy and hale. I have been feeling dashed about by the trials and travails of my good work here on the deep continent. We no longer are a sleepy little hamlet of a mere 200 people. Oh no! A veritable influx of learned people hath arrived, swelling our little cold town to over 800! The light has arisen indeed as we currently receive a joyful 15 hours of sunlight each blessed day. My dear roommate Tabitha seems to have accepted the love that exists between us, my dear Austin, since she overheard our delightful conversation on the telephone a scant few days ago. Indeed it seems she has spread our information to the other members of the kitchen staff as one of the good ladies asked me about it the other day as I procured my nourishment. The person in question didn’t know you, but was happy to know I was dating someone, since apparently the rumor had been circulating that I was a person uninterested, sexually that is. The very idea! My darling Austin, I shall be leaving in two days time for my quest on the ice. It will be my pleasure to erect structures providing temporary shelter from which the good men and women of science may illicit new and exciting information about this oft times perplexing world that humanity calls home. And before you query, yes, I must confess my dear Mr. Butler, I have been imbibing in the devil's drink and yes my loins still burn for you. Pray for me, dear man, that I may endure such hardships that may come and be delivered forthwith into your awaiting arms. With all my love and tenderness. Miss Kitten P.S. Sorry about drunk-as-fuck girl up there, she is just being silly. Can’t wait to fuck your brains out again! Love you -She Demon

10/26/20

Kitten,  You are so weird. I fucking love it and you. I’m so glad you are mine. Filming is so far so good. I barely have time to think, which is perfect. Also, I was eating a mango in the kitchen last night. You know how you cut the side off and score it then turn it inside out? Well, I decided just to eat it off the rind like that, instead of cut the chunks out. And all of a sudden it was like eating your dripping pussy. I am slightly ashamed to say that I dropped my pants right there and jerked off with the coconut oil. The juice was dripping down my chin and chest and onto my cock. Oh, My. God. It was the best one yet. I’ll have to do it for you (to you?) when you get back. Needless to say, a whole new world has opened up to me. I WILL be buying more mangoes. I may not be able to see one without getting aroused from here on out. I think I’ll go have the other half now…

Good luck doing bang! bang! construction things on the ice! Stay safe and warm. I’ll talk to you when you get back. Forever yours- Austin

10.27.20

Aus-  Oh, Mangoes… Damn. Now I fucking want mangoes. Freshies are like currency down here, I haven’t seen a mango though. Just so you know, that last letter was a bet between me and Tabs. We did karaoke that night and I got a little sloshed and started talking in accents. She didn’t think I would do it. Lol! I tried calling you a few min ago, but no answer. I’m leaving in an hour. I’ll email and try to call when I’m back! Oh and come to find out that Joe thought he was flirting with me the whole time, he likes me. Was about to pull my pigtails, I suspect. Boys are so weird. I confronted him and he confessed he was crushing on me pretty hard. I told him about you ( not by name) and that I wasn’t available (plus I would fucking break him). He seems to have backed off and will hopefully treat me like a person. So yay! Growth! Love you tons, Tally ho! Kitten

10/28/20

Darling,  It breaks my heart that I missed hearing your voice. I really needed it too. We filmed some gut wrenching stuff this week and I just needed you. I love you, I love you, I love you. Austin 124 +/-

 11.22.20

Sweet, sweet man, I love you too! I’m sorry you had a tough week and I wasn’t there for you. I promise after this, I will never be more than a text away from you again. I hope it’s gotten better! I’m going to try calling tonight when I get off work. Thank god I’m back though! We had a crazy, crazy time. We got caught in a freak storm at Amundsen-Scott. We were supposed to be there for like a day to get supplies and such. We ended up there for 5 days! But after that things cleared up, it was amazing. We set up 5 different camps. Everything from simple temporary polar escapes on wooden platforms to actual shelters that will have to stand up for the rest of the season if not longer. One was at a penguin rookery! They were adorable and came right up to us! Miss you love, hopefully we will talk soon! ~Kitten

11/23/20

Babe,  Those pictures with you and the penguins are unreal! I can't believe they just walked up to you. It blows my mind that anything can live down there. How are things with Joe? Did he actually change his behavior? I would say ‘do you need me to come down there?’ but I know you got this, my amazing, strong sexy beast of a woman. I hope I can pick up when you call next. Missing hearing your voice broke my heart. ~Aus 98+/- (Why is this taking so damn long! You should be in my arms.)

 12.14.20

Dear darling Austin, Thank god we got to talk last week, I was really worried about you. Digging into the pain about your mom… I just wish I was there to hold you tight, like she would’ve been. I know I didn’t know her, but from everything you’ve said, I know I would have adored her. (hugs, hugs and more hugs) I got your package yesterday! I opened it without thinking, thank god all the things in it were wrapped! Except for the mangoes… fuck baby. They are perfectly ripe right now, if a little frozen. I’m gonna go eat some mango pussy. Would you like that? watching me eat pussy….

Did you get my package yet? It might be a bit silly. But you can open it when you get it. :) We have been digging into this new building since I got back. The guys worked on all the steel pieces and I’m lead on the framing team. It’s definitely different from what I’ve been used to doing. But I’m finding that all my skills are actually helpful because I know the pieces that come next, so I don’t let the crew fuck things up for the electricians and plumbers and drywallers that will be coming behind us in the future. I miss you baby, I know we keep saying that to each other, so much that it’s like saying something over and over again and the shape of it feels odd in your mouth all of a sudden. But even though I have made great friends here and am in a routine that pulls me from day to day, it would be perfect if you were here with me. With you on my arm, no one would try to pull my pigtails! Love you with all my heart ~Kitten

12/25/20

Baby Doll,  Merry Christmas!! Babe, I did get your package, and I didn’t open in until this morning. Why would you say it’s silly? It’s amazing. You painted this? I am going to take it in and have it framed so I can hang it up. Wow. If you ever wanted to stop doing construction, you could be a professional artist. Tom and Rita have invited a bunch of us up to their place for dinner. I’m about to go get ready but just wanted to tell you that yes, I get it. Saying it gets old, but it doesn't mean we don’t feel it still. Yeah, mom would’ve adored you right back. I fucking miss you. I fucking love you. And holy fuck yes on watching you eat pussy, mango or otherwise.

66 days +/- (can we make time move faster?) ~Your own personal elf- Austin

12.25.20

Dear Austin,  Merry Christmas!! I loved your gifts, they are perfect for here! Lip balm and sunscreen and the warmest, silliest socks. That mini humidifier is sitting on my bedside table as we speak! The running gloves for under my big ones are going to be a game changer! Now I can do fiddly bits without my fingers getting cold! Although it’s a ridiculously balmy 25 degrees Celsius out there right now. I don’t even bring my red parka out right now! Today I joined the Antarctic Polar bear club. Yup I plunged into barely above freezing water in my underwear, no not the unicorn ones, I actually had some polar bear ones I brought just for this! I was nothing if not on theme! It was fucking cold. And exhilarating! But I’m not sure I want to do it again. Luckily we went right into the sauna to warm up! Love you ever so much, give Tom and Rita my love! ~Your Xmas Kitten

1/1/21

My sweet Kitten, Thank you for the phone call, oh my god I needed it. I’m feeling so worn out, even though we kinda had this week off and I’ve been just sleeping as much as I can and going to the beach with other cast members, it’s just not the same without my best girl next to me. (that’s you, btw) I wish I had you with me last night to kiss. I did end up kissing Olivia, but it was just a new years eve peck thing, plus it’s not like we’ve not kissed on set. Is that weird for you? I’ve never asked you about it. Love you so much, it hurts. I def need a kiss on my heart. 59 days +/- ~Yours, Austin

1.3.21

Austin, When I see you, you are gonna get all the kisses on every part of you. Real talk babe: where I’d like to be there to remind you what my kisses are like and reap the benefits if you get turned on, kissing on set doesn't bug me, that’s just part of acting. Didn’t Elvis kiss like all the girls in the audience? Super-spreader much? Ha! TBH, I pecked a few people too when we counted down to midnight. How do you feel about that? Wow, that looks super passive aggressive. I’m def not meaning it that way. Just wondering cuz we’ve never talked about it and I don’t think our games with Loki or ‘the guy from Brisbane’ count as talking about it! Now actually making out with someone like not for work (that’s a crazy sentence right there!)… that we’d def have to talk about. I mean… mostly because I would want to be a part of something hot like that. FOMO!!! On a different note, I sang in Icestock last night. It’s the annual McMurdo music festival. There were comedians and skits and mini plays and bands and a chili cook off! I sang a bunch of stuff with some guys, we had to rehearse on our off time but it was super fun! I had my buddy video it. I’m gonna put it on a USB stick and send it to you, just for fun! There is some other stuff on there too, just for you, including my polar plunge! God we needed a party too. The grind was getting to us all. Yeah we have 24 hours of daylight, but I never knew I’d miss the stars so much! We are about to head into Vessel Season, that means extra people in town, mostly Kiwi and US military, to help unload the massive supply ships. From what I understand we will be pulled to help. I love you baby, soon hunny, soon I miss YOUR kisses ~Kitten

 1/8/21

My darling love, Happy Elvis’ birthday! He would've been 86. We had a huge birthday cake on set today. I don’t really care about pecks like that, plus you are too French for me to get up in arms about that. I do feel the same way you do about making out. If you are gonna make out with someone, I want to be there too. If it’s a girl, I def want to be there. That would be hot. We filmed a kissing scene today between young Elvis and younger Priscilla. It really made me miss you so much. I definitely channeled our first kiss into the work. Remember, on the couch? This might be weird to say, but no one kisses me like you do. Love and miss you, 52 days +/- ~Aus

1/25/21

Kitten,  Honey, I have a confession. We were rehearsing one of the big shows where Elvis goes into the audience and kisses all the girls. I had to talk my own demon out of taking home an extra and fucking her silly. She looked just enough like you and she was staring at me all dreamy eyed when I was on stage. Then I had to kiss all these women in the audience and I was all worked up. I’m sorry babe, know that I didn’t do anything or even talk to her. But we talked about being honest with one another and I feel better with you knowing. No I’m not asking if I can do anything with her, it was just like a perfect storm to turn me on. Honestly I’ve been too exhausted and terrified to really feel horny lately, so it kinda took me by surprise. I’m so sorry if this makes you mad. Know I love you and I’m not gonna do anything to screw up what we have. ~Austin 35 days +/- (I can wait, I swear)

1.26.21

Babe,  Love you, not mad. Will respond more when I have time! ~Your best girl

1.31.21

Ok my love,  First of all, I’m sorry this took so long to reply to. It’s been so busy here I’ve not had time. Secondly, I’m not mad. You are human, despite your intrusive thoughts to the contrary. Being attracted to people is just a part of being human. It actually feels really good that you were comfy enough to tell me how you are feeling. Thank you for trusting me. I have this ideal thought in my head that I’d want to be cool with a sorta semi-permeable relationship. Like yeah, making out with a women with you would be hot… fuck I think making out with a man with you would blow my fucking mind. (would you be down for that? Kissing a guy?) But I know I’m not cool with either of us just fucking others at will, at least not when we are this far away. How could you reclaim me, or I you, when these miles exist between us? Share someone with you? Sure, but we need to actually sit down and talk about it face to face. When I'm back and we’ve talked and you and I have had our fill of one another, if that girl is game and we get along… I’m down to try it out, baby. If you are even interested in that. There are a few cute Airmen here, but my demon seems to be slumbering. Remember, the less I get the less I want it. It could also be the fucking 10-12 hour days we’ve been putting in! Which is VERY different from fucking 10-12 hours a day.  Remember our first 72 hours? Damn that was amazing. I love you baby, now and forever, Your lover- Kitten

2/4/21

Amazing woman of my dreams,  How are you so fucking cool, do you know how hard I had to work to get my other gf’s to be cool about kissing on set, let alone talk about sharing a person. This whole thing makes me love you even more. How do I feel about kissing a guy? I think it depends on the guy. But it doesn’t squick me out or anything. Honestly right now, if it meant getting to hold you in my arms, I’d do it and more in a heartbeat. And for the record, I don’t think I could ever ‘get my fill’ of you babe. I love you so much, 25 days +/- (is that fucking real, only 25 days???) Devoted to you- Austin

2.25.21

Babe,  Oh my god! I am so done helping unload and reload ships! Give me my fucking hammer and let me pound something! So I have some shitty news. Y’know how, on the phone we were talking about my departure date being end of February and being back with you by March 1st. Well, I got my departure date, it’s not until March 10th, and I can’t move it up. They even offered me a bonus to stay overwinter, but I declined. As cool as it’s been I need to get off the ice and into your arms. So I won't be back on the Gold Coast until March 12th at the earliest. I don’t know if I have to quarantine. I have to arrange for my stuff to be shipped to Greece in that time as well. You say you have to leave for London mid March. I’m freaking out that I might miss you. I’m gonna try to call tomorrow so we can talk about it. Fuck this sucks, Love you so much ~Kitten

[blurglesmurfklaine]

for the ask game: i desperately need to see your spiderman davey au 🙏🙏🙏

OKAY YAY I AM ACTUALLY SO GLAD SOMEONE IS ASKING ABOUT THIS!!! I was struggling with it for a long while actually, but I basically started from scratch and asked my irl bestie for help and I like it so much better!

It involves "It's not unrequited, they're just idiots" and also "love triangle that is actually just two idiots and one of them has a secret identity" so im having a blast

“Hey boys, what’s new?” Davey lets out a sigh of relief. Then, his mouth twitches. “Jack owes me five bucks.” “She said what’s new,” Race interjects. “Kelly losing a bet ain’t news.” “Wasn’t a bet,” Davey laughs, and he can feel the tension melting off him. Right now, all he has to be is David Jacobs—high school senior and resident bookworm within his friend group. Jack throws an arm around him, so casually tactile in that way Davey only enjoys when it’s coming from him. His stomach is suddenly swooping and his face burns. He hopes no one notices. (Katherine does. As always.) “I’ll get you a new copy of The World and we’ll call it even, how about that?” High school senior, resident bookworm, and stupidly head over heels for Jack Kelly since the sixth grade. Katherine subtly raises her eyebrows at Davey, prompting him to blush even harder, if that were possible. Still, she doesn’t mention it. At least not with her words. The way she excitedly knocks her knee into Davey’s says enough. She’s always been great at having two conversations at once.  “That’s how much my dad’s charging to slander New York’s favorite superhero? You’re getting ripped off.” Davey finds himself instinctively leaning into Jack’s touch. “I like to stay informed,” he says defensively.  “You’re not being informed, you’re being brainwashed.”  “Much as I can’t stand Pulitzer, he may have a point.” While the rest of the group bursts out into protests, Davey snaps his head towards Jack, praying that he can’t feel the way his blood has just run cold beneath his touch. Back in April, Jack seemed pretty unswayed in either direction about Spider-Man. Has he spent the summer forming a stronger opinion? Katherine rolls her eyes. “Just because you work for my father doesn’t mean you have to agree with him.” “I ain’t just saying that,” Jack says seriously. “I mean, think about it. I beat on someone for ragging on Charlie and I could get sent to juvie or something. But this guy puts on a mask, does the same thing, and he’s a hero? Don’t make no sense.” “Feel like it’s a little more complex than that,” Charlie replies.  “Yeah,” Race agrees. “The guy’s got super-strength and shoots webs out of his ass or whatever.” “Wrists,” Davey corrects him, under his breath. “You have to admit, he’s got a real knack for this hero thing,” says Kath.  “He’s got a knack for slipping away from the cops. Everyone else who does that ends up in prison. Back me up here, Davey.” Davey, who has been remaining strategically silent, feels his stomach knot up as his friends turn their gazes to him. “Oh, I’d love to hear this,” Katherine says. “What do you think of our friendly neighborhood Spidey, Day?”

Davey swallows.  How the hell is he supposed to respond to that? What does Davey think of Spider-Man? He’s faced with that question every time he looks in the mirror.

[lowkeyclueless5137]

Ooooh, brand new AU. And it’s mixed with Ben 10, Awesome! So uhhh, was there ever a time where a few certain students who already know about who the four are uhhh get kinda stressed out by them like how terrified was Jamil of Kalim’s aliens, especially the bug themed ones, plus did Vil first of all scream when he first saw Wildmutt chewing up his carpets, Ortho uhh I’m not entirely sure. Maybe somehow just seeing his brother get punt into walls after getting too cocky about the secret identity thing. Or maybe Idia testing one of his alien powers and uhh accidentally broke something in their room. I’m not sure who could be Riddle’s uhh ally in this, except Riddle already dealing with the stress of it(Maybe Trey somehow finding out after walking on one of Riddle stress sessions of his watch and uhh alien powers maybe)? Who knows? Ps how do you think the other house wardens feel about them(this also applies to the counterparts of Riddle and Idia plus Kalim that never got the watch), plus you think the overblots boys also at some point did get a beat down from the watch users(I know Kalim did this with Jamil) like for example Riddle giving his version of Idia this maybe or Riddle giving Leona the good smack with swampfire plus Azul maybe getting face to face with rip jaws(any of the watch holders? Just don’t let Floyd find about Riddle having the watch, plus rip jaws)

Definitely a lot of freak outs for various motives. :'3

In all dimensions, the Dormheads are very much skeptical over the alien situation. And for pretty reasonable motives. And while they are against them, they would cooperate with them if the situation calls for it. In here it's NRC, which means few people wouldn't admit you saved their butt and would hate you if you brought it up. Yay! :'D

Jamil just needs an ibuprofen, because sometimes he just freaks out for significantly small motives so Kalim has a harder and harder time figuring out if Jamil is freaking out for an actual good reason or just because he saw a bug. Really it was getting to him. :'3

For Riddle, I already assigned to him Adeuce and Jack as allies who know the secret. These 3 only have freak out instances when Riddle is in situations where he cannot transform and the situation just BEGS for the omnitrix to be used. Otherwise they think it's absolutely cool the omnitrix and all that. Now this is a personal preference, not really relevant, but for me, Floyd is the romantic interest and only in that instance he finds out about it, when he gets saved by Riddle, otherwise there's no chance in hell anyone would find out unless it's like a big epic fight for the whole planet's sake or smth. Even then it's questionable. :'3

Vil can and will beat up Wildmutt with his BARE HANDS. Man doesn't hesitate. And while Epel surely 'doesn't' think it's cool and awesome, he would absolutely want to know how to throw someone off like Vil. Please teach him that and not extensive lessons about how to apply foundation. :'3

Ortho is just getting used to this. He has the least freak outs, mostly because Idia is sometimes too cocky. He knows his brother has it coming the second he puffs up his chest and has that shit eating grin on his face. He still sometimes gets worried over Idia recieveing big hits, but Ortho also has some deadly laser beams and mass extermination level weapons on him, so it is likely that sometimes, when Idia is at gunpoint, for Ortho to go full Jotaro Kujo and just... Punt the bad guys into the sun. This is why the robot child should not have such powerful weapons, but alas, the narative(moi) just gives him even more weapons. Go... Do a crime my Boi! >:D

And damn... The overBlots ure get a piece of that alien fuckery right in za face. :)

But in all 4 cases, there are some overBlot similarities.

For Leona's overBlot, it was pretty easy to hide and use the omnitrix. The sandstorm was basically aiding that. Still, Leona gets a good smack down because in each case, his sabotages do hit close to our boys and as such there is that personal resentment in there too.

Ripjaws is a CRUCIAL part in Azul's overBlot, since it's underwater. Either half or full, we all know Azul will get a few tentacles bitten.

Jamil is straight up punted out through the window no matter what. This is cannon to me and I'll keep it that way. :3

Vil needs more ✨finesse✨ so no matter the case, ghostfreak is an important factor in this, mainly because ghostfreak doesn't assimilate the poison air and as such can keep a better fight against Vil.

Now smol book 7 Spoilers, so I made the text smol if you wanna skip it :3

For Malleus, again, ghostfreak is an important factor. Weather to escape and get outside help *cough* Rollo *cough* or just trying to possess Malleus with that ✨ghost rizz✨ and have an epic physic fight. The variety is there. :3

[mul71v3r53-is]

This ask is a free pass to ramble about your ocs/stories if u want. Please tell me about them. I'd love to hear

YAY I LOVE CHRISTMAS if you don’t know much about the series (or uh. UTMV in general) this will be incomprehensible (it probably will be even if you do, my mind only makes sense to me alone and even then I get confused because there is a lot going on in here) so i apologise in advance

Okay so at the moment we’re a little too early for the OCs I was talking about before because all except the mer guy don’t even have their parents born at the moment. I will still talk about them but I kinda wanna talk about the next fic that’s coming up because I’ve been working on chapter on and off all month and I’m SO EXCITED!!

Okay so, I’m calling it Kintsugi, named after the Japanese pottery repair technique which will make sense because this one’s about Ink!! Why does this make sense, random new people might ask?; well not only was he basically pieced back together after he ripped his own Soul apart, but…he has a new Soul now!

…I know this is often not handled well and a lot of other Ink enjoyers aren’t a fan on this, but bear with me! - It’s actually technically…Broomie’s Soul?? In a sense? But both Ink and Broomie’s magic (because Broomie is its own entity in my stories, iykyk but it’s technically from another series I’m writing that takes place before this one. It’s Complicated) are so intertwined after millennia of partnership that it directly affects Ink too. This new Soul was made of a small chunk of like these crystal structures outside of the rest of existence (they’re significant to Broomie in particular, but that’s wayyy too spoilery to get into right now), and Broomie has kinda unlocked new Creation powers as a result! …Unfortunately, the Truce states that Ink can’t aid in the Creation of new AUs, so they’re mostly just used on repairs and silly little additions to the Doodle Sphere

Anyway, the fic mostly handles Ink’s adjustments to this change, him bonding with Error whilst they tackle Corruption issues in the AUs, and of course ending said Corruption. Not permanently, but enough where it’s at a manageable state for the rest of the series and ensures it doesn’t come up nearly as much. Also FELLOW ERRINK ENJOYERS REJOICE - THEY ARE THE ENDGAME OF THIS FIC!!

Unfortunately due to the nature of this being an actual character centric fic (like how 404 was SUPPOSED to be but I got a bit focused on other characters to the point where it’s just a fic about Error. Kintsugi is purely focused on Ink and Broomie) other characters getting attention will be purely coincidental due to their proximity to them; i.e. PJ, Error, Dream, etc. BUT THAT’S OKAY BECAUSE I LOVE INK AND HAVE LESS TROUBLE WRITING WITH HIM INVOLVED THAN ANYONE ELSE!! HE’S LITERALLY ME!!! (<- foaming at the mouth)

Anyway, I’ll stop talking Kintsugi for now because, again, spoilers, it’s due to come out around the New Year with any luck. So we’ll move onto OCs! Just keep in mind the ones I’ll talk about aren’t gonna be around for…A WHILE. One of them has a mom who is born when PJ - currently 5 years old in Kintsugi! - is 22 years old. That’s a while off.

Anyway! Said OC is the one in the wheelchair! This is because one of her moms is part snake monster, but whilst she didn’t manage to actually inherit the snake tail, she can’t walk at all. This is completely fine, though, because she’s kickass in her wheelchair; she learns how to fight just as hard as anyone else in it, and even surpasses a lot of her family members in strength due to her being able to just think up new tactics on the fly. She’s basically everything I wish I was when I was wheelchair bound for about a year as a teenager and I love her. She also has a slight speech impediment due to having fangs that are slightly too big for her mouth but, you know what, I find it hard to talk with average sized teeth, she’s probably better at communicating than I am even with the teeth, it’s whatever

Second OC I wanna talk about I will name but that’s because she’s on my mind all the time; Opal!! She’s a Poth kid, minor Goddess of the moon in Reapertale, and she, like her grandpa Geno, also uses a cane! I headcanon that a lot of the Afterdeath family do, in fact; Raven would likely need a mobility aid due to his shoulder, I’m pretty sure Goth is canonically disabled due to stunted magic (you can fact check me on this, but I’m basing this off of that comic where he’s training with Underfell Papyrus; he can’t use magic attacks all that well but he’s okay with using his scythe and, yeah, you can just attribute this to him being Reaper’s kid, but I’m pretty sure even Reaper can use magic attacks alright), Sorrell is quite literally totally blind and would need a cane regardless of headcanon…I’m unsure about Xhaji (which I learned recently is actually an Afterfresh kid?? Oops. Still keeping her as an Afterdeath kid here) and Shino, but my own Afterdeath kid, Reah, would also need some sort of aid since her legs are very weak in comparison to the rest of her body. But, Opal specifically needs a cane because she somehow inherited Geno’s high DT levels (Goth has it too, but his body can handle it better than hers), so she can easily grow tired, her bones are pretty brittle (similar to Reah’s legs), if she were to ever get severely wounded she would begin to melt rather than dust, etc. However she’s still quite active, since she helps Palette a lot with his job (he starts out with his own group of defenders when he’s a teenager, but over time he kinda just…Accidentally becomes an inter-dimensional delivery guy on his big air ship lmao). She’s otherwise pretty relaxed though, and mostly just likes to read books and bake. She’s also in a band with her two datemates! She’s a bassist :]

And yeah! Last OC I mentioned in tags - Splash! The mer guy! He’d also need some kind of aid on land, but, again, I wanna focus more on how to figure out how to draw hearing aids on his webbed ears…As well as the logistics of how they could work underwater.

Wait wait wait actually. One last OC who would need an aid; shipkid whose parents I won’t identify yet, she’s completely mute. I always imagined her having like this text to speech program on her phone, but idk! This is a sci-fi/fantasy mashup multiverse! Anything is possible, I should get more creative with it

I would also talk more about Aurelium, since I can a bit more now Moon and Stars is out, but, this post is long enough. I’ll save their post for another time ^^;

[ramblingsnake]

Yay Madoka Au !

I suppose i should write this down one way or another. But the brainworms have decided for the past. What? 2 months? to mash my two hyperfixations together cultivating in a Madoka Magica AU for Persona. It's great. It has no name. But i couldn't decide between Akira taking Homura's spot, or Akechi. So i decided "Okay what if i did both." So i did that. As i described to my friends: Akira's version is more akin to if Moemura decided Murder was a good solution, whilst Akechi's version is akin to if Homura decided Murder needed to be the solution. Details, people. Details.

So obviously i need to lay down the rules / changes because I adore Madoka Magica to my very heart and in my AU's of it i do generally change it up just to preserve the original. So in this AU's *all* teenagers can become contracted. Generally called Magi as an over all, whilst you can call the individual "Magical boy" or "magical girl" so on so forth. (everyone has a generally unique transformation unless said otherwise. I still need to draw them out. For now, think their phantom thief attire+) The other change is that Kyubey is deleted from existence and replaced by the Personae. generally called Persona's/Personae, their other name is ending up to be "Wish Bearers". But the personae are tiered - its a way to keep wishes from extending from their usual reach of Karmic destiny. How the tiers work is just following the ascensions of the normal game(s) So tier one has Carmen, Arsene, Captain Kidd, Cendrillon, etc. They grant base level wishes to people with moderate "Karmic Destiny", so think people like Ann and Ryuji. Akira makes his wish with Arsene, and that wish manages to break Arsene's "limit" (There isnt one. Its just a lie.) Tier Two has Astarte, Loki, Kamu Susano-o, etc. They grant moderate level wishes to people with high "Karmic Destiny" So like Haru and Akechi. Tier three has Raoul, Hereward, Ella, Etc. They are basically never seen because people who they're assigned to grant wishes to are practically never born. It happens occasionally, but not enough for them to be known. They show up when Akira and Akechi respectively want to make their universe changing wishes. :)

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ANYWAYS. Theres a few major differences and sameities as Madoka's original plot to this au. Changes between the two versions so im starting with Akira's. The difference with Akira is that he goes, in total, about 202 timelines. That is a purposeful number i am a shameless Shuake fan. At about timeline 120, he snaps when he realizes being nice and continuing to try and change fate together as a group wasn't working. It's also when he learns that his time magic isn't limited to the just 6 months in 2016, but can go back *Farther*. So after timeline 120, he goes back 2 years until 202. When Akechi finally makes his final wish and rewrites the laws of the universe to better suit *himself*. the gayest final chess session happens there because Akechi is smug as hell. Akira wins for the first and final time. So in the new time, its about a year before. Akira has been sent early to Shujin therefore he's a first year with Ann and Ryuji. But to Akira's surprise his friends already seemed to know him before hand since they visited Akira's hometown, Inaba, before hand on a "Wraith Night". it takes Akira time but he does eventually learn what Wraiths are and are. very confused by them. Not for long as he's taught himself to be easily adaptable but enough to make Arsene look at him funny. in less detail, Rebellion happens but its Maruki who off shoots it just to reflect the third semester because hehe. Haru witches out about december 27th, Sumire contracts about october 16th and Maruki kicks off the false inner reality like 30 minutes after midnight on January 1st lmao yes Akira does do the funny hehe haha of ripping Akechi from heaven. I love that ending so much and i wish. to play around with it before movie 4 comes in and destroys me emotionally.

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Akechi's version is... Less detailed. Akechi in total does about 120 timelines. His power isn't questioned because it was Loki who granted this wish, and gives Akechi power. But the key major difference is that Akechi loses memory of Akira. When Akira and him are in the depths of Reality thats slowly sewing itself back together after Akira breaks every law and creates new ones, Akira steals Akechi's soul gem and steals his ability of Time Manipulation without Akechi knowing. With the theft of Time Manipulation, Akira manages to reverse his soul to a time before he contracted. Then sends it home to Akechi. Therefore, no one exists that remembers Akira's sacrifice. Akechi is given a life Akira wants him to have, a happier one. One where his Mother, Akechi Fumiko, is alive and a well known Lawyer. She's good at her job and getting justice for anyone. It's made easier since she's backed by her Detective Prince son. The two are an unstoppable duo. But Akechi ends up getting in trouble when he's investigating a series of murders and disappearances where he re-contracts with Loki. His powers, however, this time involve the ability to know, see, and hear everything that should be hidden to him or anyone else. Give him the ability to live through the knowledge of the unknown. Akechi survives his encounter, and then goes to bed knowing he's safe. Only to wake up. To a apparition staring at him. Talking at him. He, of course, screams. thats where my planning stops. I /know/ Akechi ends up in his own Rebellion Hell but i haven't figured out why yet. Or how. I've just been enjoying the idea of a memoryless Akechi now having to be 1. A living Lie detector and 2. haunted by this weird ghost that keeps calling itself a god.

[azurelyy]

13. Smut prompt - “I desire you. I burn for you.” with - Kakashi plz 🥹💛

Yay - thank you for the request, Heather! I am so glad someone picked this prompt. I don’t know what’s happening, but I am kind of on a kick with the enemies to lovers thing lately... sorry lol. 🍋 Prompt: “I desire you. I burn for you.”

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: NSFW, enemies to lovers, fingering, squirting, modern AU, lawyer AU, reader is kind of mean to Kakashi, but he doesn’t mind in the end lol.

Never had you been so irritated in your entire life. The ticking of the clock was like a manic countdown, reminding you of how much work you hadn’t completed with each passing second. But honestly, how were you supposed to work when Kakashi Hatake was just down the hall, promotion-less, while you sat and basked in the glory of a new job title and salary bump? Sure, he was irritating, and yes, he had shown you up countless times before - but you weren’t a monster. He deserved this promotion just as much as you did, and you hated it. 

For the past month, all you could think about was beating him to the finish line and taking the corner office in style. You thought of how delicious the look on his face would be when you offered your condolences and coyly stated, “Maybe next time, Hatake.” before you went out to get smashed with your friends.

But never did you imagine this feeling of pure… frustration. Sitting in your old office, working on reports that your new boss needed by next week, while Kakashi was just a few doors down, working on who knows what. It was not your intention to show off to him when you stayed late tonight, but as the other lights throughout the office slowly turned off, and the echoes of footsteps and laughter were muffled from the closing of the front door, you watched and waited. But Kakashi never left.

 With a sigh, you rolled back from your computer desk and stretched your arms over your head. Silently, you walked towards the breakroom to fill up your water bottle as you pondered your next move. The truth was, you were getting nowhere on your assignment and this was a complete waste of your Friday night. There was no way you were getting anything done with-

“Hiya,” Kakashi hummed as he placed his empty coffee mug in the dishwasher. “Big first case?”

Your water bottle practically overflowed and you quickly jerked it from the dispenser, splashing small droplets to the floor as you grumbled, “Shit.”

“I’ll get it.” Kakashi was already ripping off a paper towel before you could protest and kneeling down to wipe away the spill, his spiked, silver hair a bit disheveled from the long work day. 

“Thanks,” you sighed, leaning back against the fridge. “And no, no case. I’m running some reports for next week. I just wanted to get a head start on my work.”

“Always an overachiever.” Kakashi stated as he stood up and placed the paper towel into the garbage can, his grey dress pants melding into every delicious ripple of his muscular thighs. Kakashi was handsome, there was no denying it. It was the very first thing you ever noticed about him and the reason you swore to never converse with him for more than five minutes at a time. Being in meetings with him was like some fucked up form of torture, because you could never focus when he was around. One time, Ino actually had to pinch you just to rip your eyes off of him. But him being hot wasn’t the worst part, oh no.

The worst part was that he was hot and smart.

The rivalry started small, with Kakashi being assigned a big case over you even though he was a new attorney to the firm. The higher ups had assured you it was nothing to worry about and that he was simply a better fit for this clientele, but you didn’t care - from that moment on, Kakashi was your enemy. Your smoking hot, witty enemy.

Being enemies with Kakashi was easier than expected, if only because it provided you with a reason to avoid him at all costs. It was easy to dip out of the breakroom when he came to get his coffee. It was easy avoiding eye contact with him when you passed him in the hallway. Hell, it was even easy turning down his invites to get lunch with him. Everything was easy if it meant not developing actual feelings for him, which you knew would be the easiest thing you’d ever do. If you allowed it to happen, which you wouldn’t. Ever.

“I guess,” you responded coolly as you started walking back to your office. “Not everyone can show up to court ten minutes late and win the case because the judge has a crush on them, after all.”

“She does not have a crush on me,” Kakashi retaliated. “Did you ever think that maybe I’m just a decent lawyer?”

You spun around on your heel to face him. His steel grey eyes were intensely locked onto yours as he sauntered over to you, both hands firmly placed into his front pockets. You wanted to kiss - no - hit him. Yes, that’s it. Wanted to smack his smirk right off his gorgeous face.

“No.” You were shocked at the toxicity in your tone. Kakashi winced slightly and your heart sank to your stomach when he shook his head and brushed past you.

“By the way,” he said curtly, glancing at you from over his shoulder. “Congratulations. You really deserve it. I’m happy for you.”

The stillness in the air was muggy, clinging to your blouse that stuck to your skin. His footsteps crashed around you as he walked back to his office and you felt small - like an insignificant beetle. You cleared your throat and peered at him as you walked by his office. His shoulders were tense and he was chewing on his pen cap, clearly deep in thought. You stalled. 

With a weary gaze, you watched him lean back and swivel around in his chair, and you wished you had an angle to see how his pants perfectly clung to his bulge. You’d seen it a few times before - completely by accident, of course - and it was big. A delight, even. Get a fucking grip, you thought, shaking your head as you started back towards your desk. You had to get out of here. Now.

“Need something?” Fuckfuckfuck. You froze and allowed the agony of the realization sink in - he’d caught you, red handed, watching him. No, worse - admiring him - full on gawking at him like some piece of art on display.

“No, sorry,” you mumbled. “Long day. I spaced out. I think I need to get out of here for some air.”

You peeked over at him through your hair to find him leering at you with a faint flicker of amusement. His mouth twitched upwards when your eyes connected to his and he pushed back from his desk and rolled his neck, reaching for his backpack.

“What are you doing?” You asked, like an idiot.

Kakashi’s smile was dripping with a coyness you had never seen from him. “I’m going to leave, too. I’ve barely gotten anything done.”

“R-Right,” you responded. “Makes sense.” Your legs weren’t moving, forcing you to instead look at the ceiling in an attempt at not undressing Kakashi with your eyes again.

“Oh, and I have that counter-offer you asked for,” Kakashi said. “I did manage to do something tonight, distraction be damned.”

Despite the warning signals shooting down your spine, you went to grab the papers from Kakashi. As your fingers grazed against his, a bolt of lighting crashed into your heart and the room started spinning around you just as the papers toppled from you and scattered to the floor. Kakashi laughed and rolled his eyes. He was saying something but you couldn’t hear him over the fluttering of blood rushing to your ears, and when he grabbed hold of your wrist, the moment stopped.

Calloused hands held onto your face as his fingers dug into the base of your scalp and tangled in your hair, angling you up to him. He was so close yet so far - reachable yet unattainable.

“Are you okay?” He sounded rigid, stressed. You blinked and stared at his lips.

“Huh?” You asked, trailing up to his caring eyes. The pressure of his hands on your face felt nice and warm. You tentatively leaned forward and realized you were gripping onto his button-up. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem fine,” Kakashi whispered, tightening his grip on you. “You dropped the papers and then started wobbling. You need to stop skipping lunch. Sit down.”

“No!” It came out shrill and needy, and you desperately wanted to evaporate into dust. “I mean, I’m fine.” Heat rose to your cheeks and you instinctively looked down as you fumbled with his shirt buttons. You could feel the tension in the air circle you like a hungry pack of wolves. 

“At least let me get you a granola bar or something.” He sighed, and his breath smelled like green apples. His hands loosened, but before he could drop them, something gave you the nerve to squeeze his shirt. Neither of you moved.

“Kakashi?” Nervously, you flicked your eyes back to his. Instant regret. He leered over you with a focused gaze, his hands now seething against your skin. He angled your face to him with intensity, staring at you straight-to-center. You had no room for doubts, or bashfulness, or even second-guessing. There was only room for him.

“I don’t think you’ve ever called me by my first name before,” he laughed, his breath crisp. “I like it.”

“I think I’m alright now,” you murmured as he rested his forehead against yours. “You can let me go.” You leaned closer to him as the lie toppled from your lips like a leadened ball, heavily dropping from your lungs to the carpet.

“I can,” he agreed, angling his head lower, ghosting his lips over yours. “But why would I do that?”

“What is happening?” You managed to sputter, trying to pull away, but his hands locked you in place. Kakashi’s face was gentle and soft, his dark eyes flickering between yours and your mouth. “I- I thought we hated each other.”

“No,” he corrected, and his voice was husky. “You hate me. But I…” His fingers twitched against your scalp and he pulled you forward, skating his lips over yours. “I desire you. I burn for you.”

Without hesitation, you pushed your lips to his. Frantically, hungrily. Your grip on his shirt tightened and you moaned into his mouth as his tongue swirled against your teeth, drinking you in. Your hands moved to his hair as you pushed him back to sit on the desk, climbing over him and stinging your knees on the wood. The little air in your lungs was of no concern to you as you desperately unzipped his pants, his arousal aggressively poking into your stomach as you kissed your way down his chiseled jawline. An explosion of lust erupted in your chest when he squeezed your ass and groaned when you nipped at the skin of his neck.

His groan was devilish and delightful, rippling through the air like a tidal wave. His thumb grazed over your hip bone as you moved lower, licking to the shell of his ear and gyrating your hips against his erection. His cock caught onto your clit and a seething fury of lust twisted round your heart like poison ivy, squeezing your soul until it leaked onto your panties from between your thighs. 

“For the record,” you huffed as Kakashi growled something about fucking you while sliding a hand between your thighs. “I don’t hate you.”

“Good to know.” He pushed the soaked through cotton of your panties to the side, skating his slender fingers over your slick folds. His sharp teeth sank into the skin of your shoulder as he pushed two fingers deeply into where you were the most wet, shooting a kaleidoscope of colors through the dark of your vision as you tightly shut your eyes and spewed out curses. His fingers fit perfectly inside of you, stretching you in the best way, and suddenly Kakashi was no longer your enemy; he was inevitable. 

Blazing desire rushed to your pussy as Kakashi arced his fingers, tantalizing you with each slow drag as he brought his knuckles inside you. You wiggled your hips and grinded down on his hand as you gripped his hair, groaning his name loudly into the dimly lit office. His thumb traced circles over the hood of your clit, drawing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh,” Kakashi hummed when you threw your head back. “You like it here, huh?” 

You bit your lip and nodded harshly, gyrating needily into his big hand, seeking a release. Kakashi laughed huskily, rumbling his entire chest, as you whined and thrashed above him. He grabbed your ass and pushed his nimble fingers deeper into your core as his thumb ran back and forth along your clit in a perfected pattern, as though he’d been with you for years and knew exactly how to move to get you wound up. 

It was only his fingers, but the pleasure was heavenly. You needed more - you needed his cock, fully sucked inside of your soaked through cunt. Kakashi’s eyes gleamed with a hazy mischievousness as his free hand rolled up your spine and gripped the back of your neck, pushing you forward into a kiss that sparked up the darkest parts of your mind. The smell of sex lingered in the air of his small office, the only sounds that bounced off the walls that of your heavy breathing and the squelching of his fingers thrusting in you. It was beyond erotic -  something that would put the most practiced of prostitutes to shame.  

Kakashi’s hand ran down the length of your spine as you pulled back from his reddened lips with a delicious pop to watch his soaked fingers sink in and out of you. His rhythm was slow, almost mesmerizing. You fell forward with a sigh as you rested your head in the crook of his neck while he continued his devilish dance inside your walls. There was an intense pressure building in your stomach, and when Kakashi groaned a low “fuck” and increased his pace, rubbing incessantly at your puffy clit, you nearly cracked. Your nails dug into his muscular shoulders and your thighs trembled as you let out a whine that would put porn stars to shame.

“Ka-Kakashi, if you keep going, I’ll-”

“Just do it,” he rasped. “Come all over me. Make a mess.”

Your scream came out in fractured fragments, somewhere between a laugh and a groan, as your walls clenched around his fingers and you bit down on his earlobe. Kakashi praised you through the intense explosion of pleasure that erupted within your stomach and you gushed onto his fingers. You made a noise akin to a sob as hot liquid slid down your thighs and soaked through his pants. 

Kakashi’s lips found your jaw and then the side of your mouth, burning along the skin of your face until your mouths forged together and his fingers slowed their ministrations against your sopping cunt. He painted your thighs with your slick as he kissed you down from your high, and for a moment, the world turned upside down.

“That was really…” You trailed off when Kakashi’s stormy eyes locked onto yours, sinking you in a monsoon of extreme adoration. You cleared your throat as you pulled back and ran your hands down his chest, stopping right at the bulky bulge in his pants. He grabbed your wrists and shook his head, smiling at you.

“Trust me, I want nothing more than to fuck you senseless. But you skipped lunch and I want to take you out on a proper date first.” He brought your hand up to kiss the pads of your fingers and that gorgeous smirk was back - the smirk you used to loathe, that used to drive you insane, was now your kryptonite. 

Caving, you pouted and rolled your eyes at him. He only laughed and helped you off the desk with a quick peck to your cheek as he turned for the door.

“I’m going to clean up this mess and then I’m taking you out to dinner. Where do you want to go?” Kakashi glanced back at you over his shoulder.

You rocked back on your feet for a second, pondering, before looping your arm through his. “After we eat, can we go back to your place?” He nodded and kissed your forehead.

You smirked and pulled back, leaning against the door frame. “If that’s the case, then something fast. Taco Bell?”

“You can’t be serious,” he chuckled, resting his hand on the wall next to your head. You narrowed your eyes viciously. “Oh, you are serious.”

“I am very serious,” you said with a grin, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Besides,” you grazed your lips against his and sighed as the smell of his rich cologne hypnotized you. “We didn’t even get to the fun part.”

“I disagree,” he said, trailing his tongue over your bottom lip. “I had a lot of fun.”

His teeth pulled on your lip and you took the opportunity to kiss him, letting yourself fully sink into his spell. He was the bane of your existence, and also, now, the only thing holding you together. Never had you been more irritated in your entire life - you almost wanted to put yourself on trial - because you had actually fallen, quickly and without hesitation, for Kakashi Hatake.

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[demonslayedher]

I’ve said a few times how I want Uzui to have a daughter who cries and whines like Daki did, but I blame @dreamingfoxproductions for making the reincarnation connection. I also was super inspired by @sakurab01‘s adorable series of art in which Uzui is like a daycare teacher to a couple of tiny Shabana siblings.

(I have a headache and do not apologize for typos and sloppiness.)

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This whoa AU started when Gyutaro and Ume arrived in hell, where Lord Enma, who judges souls, is awaiting and has thousands of years of punishments in mind for Gyutaro. Ume starts throwing a fit, calling Lord Enma a big meanie, and Gyutaro begs her for once in her (after)life to behave. Lord Enma likewise tells her to behave, as she only got off on a technicality, but Ume extols how hard she and Gyutaro had it growing up and how Gyutaro deserves so much better, like instead of one bad mommy he deserves at least three great ones. And, of course, eventually Ume shall join him as his little sister, she’s made up her mind on this.

Lord Enma decides to indulge her. After all, she smiles real cute at him. However, Lord Enma also believes in justice and punishments, so he’s got the perfect destination in mind for the Shabana siblings to be reborn.

So first Gyutaro is born. He Uzui family is all excited about their first child, and they’re filled with love for him, but… well… no one wants to be the one to say it allowed, but that is an u-u-u-u-gly baby. Besides really flamboyant birthmarks (…yay?), his cry is very raspy (just ‘cause he’s loud, right? Ha haha… ha….), he’s kinda lumpy (though they, uh, trrrry to tell themselves that’s normal for newborns??), and uh, teeth. Pointy teeth. Are babies born with teeth said to be demons? No, no, that’s silly.

To be on the safe side, they bring Baby Gitaro to the Butterfly Mansion for a thorough check-up. Diagnosis: just an ugly baby. The girls wish the Uzui family a heartfelt congratulations.

Gitaro wasn’t born with any memories of his past life, and though the markings bother Tengen. He can’t quite place his finger on why. Anyway, Gitaro is on the shy side, but very receptive to the love and care he receives. When he throw temper tantrums, though, they are vicious. Tengen usually takes the brunt of them. Meanwhile, Ume is down the underworld bugging the hell out of Lord Enma about when it’s her turn to go follow her brother. He assures she’ll get her chance soon enough, and very soon, she does. Ume, now Uno, was so determined to see her brother again that she retains her memories a while.

Nobody can ever figure out why, but Uno never, ever takes a liking to the Kamabokos. Gitaro likes Tanjiro but could care less about the others unless they’re bothering Uno. One time he gave Inosuke a flying kick to the chest.

It’s not long because the third Uzui child is born, another girl. Gitaro is star-struck all over again with a new baby around, but Uno is angry. She was supposed to be the only one! She hates this new little sister! Her toddler impulse is to rip the baby’s ear off, but the Mama Trio stops that in the knick of time and gets her in trouble. However, they help bring her around by assuring her she’s not getting replaced, but that she gets a new little sister too, that baby is also hers. She and Gitaro get to protect her together. That awakens something in Uno she never knew she had, for it had always been her brother protecting her and she working to provide for him, she’s never experienced what it’s like to have someone powerless to protect. A little girl, vulnerable like she used to be, and possible to be exposed to the same hardships. Uno is determined not to let this happen and comes around to the whole being an older sister thing. However, she still is pretty demanding of Gitaro’s attention.

Gitaro less dependent on her now, she’s noticed, he’s not quite the person he used to be. He’s milder now (unless throwing a tantrum), more soft and peaceful and shy. It makes Uno feel sort of conflicted, since all she ever knew was the protective big brother who could fight anyone if it was for her, but he does seem happier now. He still likes playing with sickles and catching snakes and stuff, though. The Muscle Mice are off limits but Makio teaches him how to skin a snake with more finesse. You might have noticed I have not stated who birthed with child, which is on purpose, because I have determined it irrelevant. Both Gitaro and Uno gets lots of one-on-one time with each of their mothers.

Relationship with Papa is more complicated. Tengen tries really hard to be a good dad but cannot figure out why he’s so prone to arguments with his kids, especially Uno.

So anyway. BOTH Gitaro and Uno turned out to be “easily dyed” by their experiences, and they grow up the oldest son and oldest daughter in a big family, keeping everybody in line, but always closest with each other. Gitaros grow into a shy and gangly teenager with the weirdest dregs of his gene pool on display, but if you even look cross at one of his siblings or his mamas, he will mess you up (do whatever you want to Papa, though, Papa’s fine). Uno eventually forgets her past life and is a generally responsible person, but she is a callous flirt, much to Tengen’s consternation, but when it comes down to it she’s most sensitive to being scolded by Tengen and wants Papa to spoil her too (to take some of the burden off Gitaro, since she doesn’t want him to feel smothered or burdened by her). She nags her younger siblings but also spoils them. Gitaro continues looking up to Tanjiro and likes to babysit Tanjiro’s children. Uno still kinda hates the whole Kamaboko bunch. Nezuko will always be the most puzzled by this.