#not much progress cuz I needed a break

[zattemptspatterns]

Another progress pic

[laylaysdelusions]

Innocent bliss

Pazzi x reader

A/n: here’s that shy reader x pazzi after 4 months cuz I saw them yesterday for the first time and I almost nutted

Summary: pazzi are your roommates and you overhear her something you shouldn’t..

You let out a deep sigh as you rub your temples. The essay you’re working on had consumed your brain as well as your time. Your two roommates Paige and Azzi are gone to practice for the evening and that means you will finally be productive. Your body and mind don’t know how to act normally around the two girls and it drives you insane. Your fingers type another few words before you decide you need a snack break.

You walk to the kitchen seeking a bowl of cereal. As you stand in front of the cabinets you hear the door knob twist open. The sound of Azzi whispering and Paige giggling moves closer. “Hey we’ll just be in our room if you need us” you nod and they don’t even look you in the eyes, which stings a little. “Bye-“ you say right before they shut the door. You go to your bedroom with your head down. You really do have a problem.

You assume that it’s just couple behavior not that you would know since you’ve never been in a relationship before. You knew you hated men from an early age and you grew up in too much of a small town to find a decent girls to date. Now, you’re just too busy to be out looking. Your shy demeanor doesn’t help either.

Since you met Paige and Azzi things have been changing for you. It started with just Paige. Not only was her physical appearance alluring, her attitude and talent added much to her. It wasn’t long after you developed feelings for Paige that you noticed Azzi in the same light. The two of them were deadly and they are very much aware. The world doesn’t know they are dating but there is speculation amongst fans. You know more than what’s good for you.

It’s only been a short few months since you’ve been rooming with the pair and it’s gotten progressively harder to not let a hint of your affection slip. In the mornings when they’re up making their protein shakes in the kitchen you secretly peek at how Paige’s muscles move and how Azzi’s hands twitch. Everything they do comes so naturally sexy, it’s an impossible situation for you. You’re not a perv but I mean you are a lesbian seeing two of the hottest women on the planet in sports bras and sweatpants all the time.

When you sit on your bed you sink into the sheets wanting to cry. This crush is a road block, there is no chance. As soon as you feel a cold tear run your cheek you hear a sound from the other side of the wall. It sounds like a whine? ‘I hope they’re not in pain !” You immediately think. You don’t have much time to worry about it before you hear what sounds to be a breathy moan.

It suddenly clicks into your head what your roommates must be doing, covering your body in a flustered blush. You cover your face in embarrassment. Something in you,however, doesn’t want them to stop anytime soon. You start to hear sheets rustling and a wet sound on top of the already present whimpering. If it’s even possible your body gets warmer.

You start to wonder, wonder about how it feels, what their facial expressions look like and everything else dirty you could think of in your shy mind. What you consider dirty is probably light compared to others but that’s just how you are, innocent. “Paige please” you hear azzi’s voice whine. Your eyes grow bigger than sand dollars and you pull your blanket over your face. Don’t they know that the walls are this thin?

Although you masterbate from time to time you usually don’t orgasm because of how low your stamina is and you also are quite the overthinking when it comes to making yourself feel good. The current pool of heated wetness in your panties right now is quite difficult to ignore. Your core aches for attention. ‘This is dirty’ you think, to my roommates? really?

You grab the pillow lying next to your head, pulling it underneath you. You gently move your panties to the side and mount the pillow. You hold in a soft sound that’s threatening to escape your lips. The moans and whimpers from the one and only Azzi Fudd in the next room grow more intense. Paige must’ve hit a good spot with her fingers.

“You’re doing great princess” you hear Paige’s voice echo. You can’t help but imagine you’re just right on the other side watching them. You throw your pussy harder into the pillow as you listen to Paige’s praises accompanied by Azzi’s cries. Azzi gets even breathier and Paige speaks softly. “Just a little bit longer ok sweet girl?”. “Oh gosh..” you mutter when you hear the pet name. That’s one of your dream pet names.

Your hips grind against the surface making you let a whimpered plea. You know they can’t hear you, they are too focused on coming at the moment. Azzi starts hiccuping on her moans and that’s when you assume she’s close. “Good girl, you wanna come for me?” The blonde says in a cocky tone. “Mhm! Yeah” Azzi answers, clearly about to burst. “Go ahead, cum for me” when Paige says that Azzi lets out a yelp.

Your hips continue rutting against the firm pillow while you almost sob in desperation. You hear a few whispers but you don’t care to make them out. Tears run down your face as you hear them moving spots. You hear a clapping noise now and you’re not sure what it is. Azzi sounds overwhelmed with desire for more of her girlfriend.

Paige chuckles and Azzi giggles while out of breath but they don’t stop. You wonder what they thought was funny but quickly move on. You come to the conclusion it must be a strap that they’re using. You daydream about what it looks like while soaking the area underneath you. The unusual coil in your stomach builds up.

You’re close and you’re unaware of how loud you’re being even with the hand over your mouth. You push just a little bit more and you gasping for air and collapsing against your sheets. You lay there still hearing them and extremely exhausted. Your eyes close and you fall into a deep sleep.

The sun bleeds into your room and you are rudely awakened by it. You quickly realize you desperately need a shower so you head to the bathroom. As you head down the hallway with your head hanging low in shame you bump into a body. It’s Azzi, standing tall as usual. “Sorry-“ you say about to proceed but she grabs your arm.

“Me and Paige have some questions for you” she says, her voice low laced with something different than normal. ‘Think of something!’ Your brain yells at you but you don’t listen to it. “Y-yeah what’s the matter?” Azzi leads you to the couch where Paige is already sitting, well, manspreading. You have to force yourself to hold a shaky breath in.

“So, how was your night last night?” Paige smirks and that’s when you realize what you got yourself into. Your skin turns hot and you drop your head. Azzi grabs your chin, pulling your eyes to meet hers. “We just asking you about your night sweetheart” “it was good..can I go shower now?” You say softly, scared of being any louder. “One more question” Paige stands up behind you and leans down to your ear. “How did you enjoy the show?” The blonde asks making a shiver go down your spine.

[faislittlewhiteraven]

Had another ISaT AU dream

This one was much less atmospheric and cool than my Tower of Dormont AU one but for anyone out there looking for fic ideas: Modern day 'urban fantasy AU' with the classic 'all the magic types are hidden' masquerade shenanigans going on but well the setup is: Isabeau, neighbourhood friendly vampire, trying to be as ethical as he can with his blood consumption, wanders areas like the outside of night clubs and the park late at night totally just 'out for a late night jog' with emergency fruit snacks and juice boxes on hand-

meets Siffrin, an exhausted, lonely, 'working far too many hours to barely break even on their rent' human on the way back from their 6 to 3am shift attempting to stargaze in the middle of the park, and the two get SO into talking Isa kinda forgets to even bite the little fella (oops!) before offering them a juice box. Cue Sif and Isa both deciding for '100% totally logical reasons' to keep frequenting the park, Isa having his first real 'help Mira, Ma'dam I'm biting someone I know on the regular, and I'm not sure if I LIKE-like them or if this just, idk, stupid vampire instincts going on' crisis combined with some secondary 'also I'm really worried about their living situation and maybe I could invite them to stay with me, introduce you all to them cuz they don't really seem to have any friends, etc' stuff, Sif slowly getting to meet everyone in 'the supernatural support group/family' (aka Mira, Odile, Bonnie and Nille), Isa and Sif's relationship progressing firmly into romantic territory with Isa stressing about how to explain the whole 'vampire' thing and how to apologise about all the hypnotising and get across that the only thing he's ever used it for was Sif's blood only (which btw is very tasty and sweet and also lets him daywalk sometimes which usually only happens when it's freely given, so Sif should probably not let any other vamp know about that) and- And-!

Annnnd it turns out that actually, Siffrin has known Isa was a vampire this entire time and that Isa's hypnosis never worked on them: Sif just accepted that getting bitten by the wonderful funny buff Isa-vamp was a small price to pay for free meals and good conversation on the regular, Isa's occasion 'red eye' thing was just attractive a tell for when he was getting hungry and as a 'Null'(1) -aka one of the Universe's designated monster killers who's constantly having to butcher and then hide the bodies of all the monsters that keep trying to pull off kills or worse right in front of them (when Sif's not being targeted himself. Late night solo shifts at the 7/11 / gas station are the worst)- this frankly has been the nicest, least stressful string of monster encounters they've had in a long time and they're really enjoying the reprieve.

TLDR: Isabeau is a vampire in the modern day who's hyper freaked out about confessing his (and his friends') monster status to his totally normal overworked human 'maybe partner' Sif, who actually knew Isa was a vamp the whole time, is actually THE primary monster hunter of the area, and is simply really happy that Isa and the other monsters he keeps introducing them to are actually good company as opposed to usual murderous eldritch horrors they usually run into. (1) My dream gave me a surprising amount of worldbuilding here (thank you dream Odile for trying to sus Sif out) but Nulls are sort of something akin to a Slayer in Buffy - Chosen ones selected by The Universe to slay evil. Nulls specifically 'ping' as 100% normal human to pretty much all supernatural senses (hence why they're called Nulls) but they're just flat out immune to mind manipulation and perception filters, they heal back from horrific levels of injury relatively quickly (though it's not quite at 'abusable in combat' levels), they instinctively know exactly how to hurt and kill any foe they deem in need of killing, and they tend to have major 'kill them all' issues towards most supernatural types since they often become Nulls as a result of their family's getting murdered or nearly being erased from existence by some sort of cosmic horror etc... Resulting in them being officially 'the ones monsters tell horror stories of'. Incidentally, one of the 'tells' of a Null is that they tend to be especially 'alluring' in various ways to most kinds of 'human hunting' monsters: Their blood, flesh, emotions etc all 'smell' and 'taste' especially delicious (and may grant 'special' properties such as giving Vampires sun immunity), they tend to work odd hours or 'do at one's own pace' jobs (aka being murder monster catnip tends to result in a lot of unscheduled and inexplainable emergences), and they tend to be perpetually exhausted (due to having to be near constantly hyper alert in case of Yet Another Monster after them, and all the monster slaying itself).

As for other stuff:

I vaguely picture Mira and the other Dormont Housemaidens as Angels for the Change God (think like bees to a hive - collecting the 'byproducts' of fresh hope and change in humans to make into food), Odile as some kind of primordial Eldritch Thing who's always lent towards benevolent observation of humanity (also one of the few supernaturals to ever have met more than one Null before and lived to tell about it. Probably the only supernatual being in setting who's likely to treat them as highly dangerous people first, murderous killers second), and Bonnie and Nille as Were Beasts of some kind (plz picture Sif being charmed over by Bonnie in an instant, being enthralled by their big gush/bragging about the 'once a month family camping trips' where they and Nille go to the countryside to hunt wild boar or deer which then Bonnie cooks up real nice for everyone except Za because he's a weenie who can't handle any good seasonings like garlic' and immediately offering to save Frin the best cut next time since it probably wouldn't be safe to bring him on the trip with them).

Also Isa totally works as a 'night only' beat cop or park ranger or something (gets away with just working the later hours since 'sun allergy' is accepted as a reasonably common disability in a human society full of secret monster folks trying to blend in) though he IS currently undertaking an online apprenticeship with a well known fashion designer who's been around forever.

Sif's Null awakening probably involved a 'history eating' eldritch horror (so um. Yep, sorry Sif, you still have memory loss, no ID and probably no education past middle school level) and The King's also a Null but of the 'genuinely murderous and terrible' kind - specifically in my dream, Sif's (2nd?) awakening involved killing The King (and mercy killing a whole bunch of innocent monsters The King was keeping as 'living trophies' or something because Sif had no idea how to free them from their various fate-worse-than-deaths otherwise) but like. I'm not writing this so do as you wish~ I do very much like the visual of Sif's 'Null' instincts including other Null who've 'gone wrong' though and hope that gets included. Makes for a nice 'and then Isa and the other friendly monsters had to process that cute, sweet Siffrin who's so gentle with Bonbon, stepped in to help Mira and Nille with babysitting near instantly, gets teased by Odile and throws everything into making Isa laugh and swoon, is in fact the rumored serial killer of serial killers who once dealt with a guy that had a rep akin to 'He Who Must Not Be Named' among the monster community, when he was around 14 years old and armed with a pencil sharpner.

Oh and before I forget again: Sif has absolutely zero knowledge of supernaturals other than 1) they exist, 2) most other people don't know they exist, and 3) Siffrin is supernatural catnip who's really really good at murdering things before they can murder him or other people. Also they do not get paid enough for this, monsters tend to carry less money on them than one might think, and the police start asking very awkward questions if you become known as 'that one fella who keeps finding and selling stuff suspected to belong to missing persons at the nearby pawn shop'.

Only reason Sif didn't start their 'three warnings before murder' thing with Isa is that they were just that damn tired when they met him that they didn't pick up on his vampy vibes until his teeth were in their neck, they didn't have the energy to 'bother' fighting him off (they were firmly at the 'this might as well happen, why not die at the teeth of someone who was at least nice about it' point) and well. Cue dull, confused happy surprise (much akin to someone just coming off a vamp's hypnosis) when Isa stopped them from tipping over, apologised for 'keeping them out so late they were fainting from low blood sugar' and gave them half a dozen snacks before offering to walk them home.

So yeah. There's another AU out for adoption if anyone wants in (do feel free to ask for help if you want more world building or whatever) and off I go back to typing away at my endless amount of ISaT Selkie AU notes instead~ XD

[halfbaked00q]

I have no clue if this is an underserved niche for realsies or just to me, but.

need more fics of James Bond breaking into Q's flat. but not just for, like, to force Q to stitch him up or to proposition him or whatever. But just to hang out lol. Like full on, "new stray cat that showed up one day and I guess I have another cat now?" He is just there to hang out maybe nap and sometimes bother Q's cats and also Q himself. and also eat his food. But at least he also *brings* food too, and, idk, sometimes he cooks? so I guess that's.... okay...? (<- Q trying to justify this to himself lmao)

Q is suddenly like. I guess I kind of have a roommate now that isn't fully a roommate cuz he doesn't really live here all the time except maybe he might as well do? lowkey I do still picture Bond disappearing at night, like, he doesn't stay the night. at least at first. very much the way a visiting cat/new friendly stray on the block would.

And then one day (night). Q has some emergency to take care of or sth and is working late, but ig it's not so bad that he can't work from home about it. And he stumbles out of his home office to go to his kitchen. and stops dead in his tracks cuz. there is James Bond, conked out on his sofa, one cat on his chest the other like, almost sitting on his head. Q, befuddled,. just goes to his linen closet and gets an extra blanket and covers him properly (and tucks him in) cuz the throw blanket is okay, but like throw blankets tend to be, lowkey on the smaller side, so like. tuck him in and make him comfy

and then Bond becomes more and more of "guess you are *my* cat now?"

and also at some point they get together, too, I guess, lol. But I think somehow they end up in bed together (literally in bed together) first, before it progresses to that point lol

[jd-loves-fiction]

Hey, just read your latest Boothill oneshot. The one with ftm reader.

And that you don't have any smut requests.

Well there might be an idea for sequel ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಡ

Boothill comes back home after really tiring bounty hunt. By home I mean reader's home. His presence isn't really a surprise, he does just show up every now and then. Conveniently, Julia is having a sleepover at her friend's, so the house is empty. So Boothill takes this as an opportunity to release his tension and to finally make love again like when everything was normal back on their home planet.

…I am kinda ace so my mind isn't getting very creative after this but *please* let there be body worship. Let the mc have stretch marks from having a child, top surgery scars and perhaps something theoretically feminine that makes him insecure like idk wide hips. Good luck getting

Freaky

🌑SMUT TIME FINALLYYYYY!!! I'm telling you, the moment this fell in my inbox I had to hold myself back from writing it right away cuz it's first come first served around here :)

⚠️: AFAB!reader with top surgery but no bottom surgery, explicit oral sex (reader receiving), slight gender dysphoria, reader is referred to by male nicknames, too soft for words LAWD (once again remember that i am agender and therefore could be wrong/disrespectful without meaning to so please feel free to correct me)

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 / 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 2

For Boothill exhaustion is more so a mental ailment than a physical one, but it weighs on his soul regardless. If only the target hadn't been so quick, if only they’d made a mistake a little sooner, he would’ve caught them without breaking a sweat. Sadly, lady luck was not on his side tonight.

The cowboy’s heart aches for you, for the comfort that just your presence provides, but he wonders to himself if it’d be alright to show up at your house nearly at nightfall with no warning. Things between you had been progressing steadily, he’d been at your house various times – even slept over when Julia had begged him to. But without invitation? Would that be too much?

In the end, he figures he might as well stop by and ask, perfectly content with walking himself back to his base if you refuse – he just needs to see you.

“I– Boothill? What are you doing here at this hour?” You ask him as you open the door at his knocking. He almost expects to see Julia peek around your legs as she always does every time he’s over, “I uhm, I had a mission, see? It dragged on longer than I’d expected so I… I don't know, I just… missed ya.”

The stuttering definitely isn't helping his case, Boothill thinks to himself. But you don't seem to mind, smiling kindly at him before wordlessly inviting him in. The nostalgia of it all almost has him taking off his boots, before he remembers they’re attached to him. Things aren't as they always were, for both of you, and you’re still getting used to it.

“Did you want something to drink?”

“Oh, uh, no, thank y’darling.” Your eyes linger on him for just long enough to have him swallowing down his nervousness, clearly noticing the tiredness that shows on the last human part of him, “What’s wrong, hun?”

Eyes drifting over his shoulder slightly have him realising you didn't mean to call him that old nickname and knowing he’s not the only one scrambling with your new dynamic brings Boothill some comfort. 

He sighs, hands on his rigid hips with his head low, “I just… missed ya. Honest.” his voice hasn't sounded quite so soft in many months, even with you being back – too many things have held him back from that degree of vulnerability but now? His metal skin seems to itch with the yearning to feel you close.

“Well, Julia’s over at a friend’s house… so,” You scratch at the back of your neck, turning away as your face warms at this new, undoubtedly endearing, side of his.

The cyborg cowboy clears his throat despite not needing to at all, “A friend’s house, huh? She’s adapting well then, I take it?”

“Yeah… you being here… I think it helps.” Your gentle, open smile coaxes a smile of his own to reveal itself under your patient gaze.

“I guess settling down don't sound too bad–” The moment the words are out of his mouth you both freeze, staring awkwardly at each other like the lovesick teens you once were, stumbling through love confessions while knowing very little of what love actually is.

“Aah, I guess I ain't too good at pretending… Not with you, anyway.” He admits, gauging your reactions as he steps closer to where you stand, “So I guess there's no use trying anymore, wouldn't ya say?” his wide grin is somewhat clumsy as his hands inch their way up your arms, slow enough to pull away if need be.

You sigh in agreement, “You’re right. This whole song and dance is getting a little tiring.”

Staring at each other silently, only the crickets outside, brings you back to simpler days –  the startling nostalgia of the scene pulling your eyes from his to his lips, parted for needless breathing.

“My feelings for ya haven't changed, sweetheart. But I wouldn't blame ya if yours did.”

“Silly cowboy,” your hand seems to move itself through Boothill’s silky locks without your permission, “you’re still you, where it counts.”

A dizzying moment passes as you stand in the middle of your kitchen, alone and staring longingly at each other, each waiting for the other to move first.

You do, leaning into him as you’ve done so many times, lips seeking chapped lips with more desperation than ever before. He meets you halfway, just as eager to skip this awkward, hesitant stage in your relationship and get right back to where you left off.

The deep sigh that leaves you is entirely unavoidable, melting into Boothill’s metal body as his familiar lips move over yours with the usual ease. Aeons, you’ve missed him, and if the way his arms lock around your middle is any indication, so has he.

Upon parting to take in air only you need, you find him panting with a cute flush to his sun kissed cheeks and decide you’ve both waited long enough. He struggles to keep up as you pull him along to the barely decorated master bedroom – your mind’s just been elsewhere lately.

The moment you step past the threshold, the wind is taken straight out of your sails. Suddenly the sound of his heavy metal steps is far too long, your hands are too sweaty, your hair too long– everything just feels so wrong. All the insecurities you’ve been ignoring come back crawling up your legs, hoping to take you down with them.

Would he still feel attracted to you? What would he say about the scars on your chest? Or the stretch marks on your thighs? What about the weight you put on around your hips and stomach? Would he– would he–

“Hey, hey there darlin’. You alright?” His hands lay on your shoulders, light as feathers and yet heavy enough to break you out of your spiral. This Boothill – the man who once, as a lovesick teenager laying upon a grass field by your side, promised you all the stars and even more. Deep down, you doubt he’d care about those details.

You nod, turning to look into his wide, heartfelt eyes, “Things have changed… I just, want you to be aware of that.”

He seems to deflate in response, shoulders falling as a kind smile takes over his features, “That’s what I was expecting but, don't worry about that. I just want… you, is all.”

Laying on your back before the cyborg, you can't keep your hands from gripping the sheets in something between trepidation and preparation, squirming as his eyes, sharp as knives, reacquaint themselves with the image of you like this after so long, “Now don't be nervous, sweetheart. It’s just like old times, right?”

“Except it’s not,” the bed dips as he holds himself over you, “aren't you nervous?”

“Sure am, but uh… my construction doesn’t do a great job of showing it. Plus I can't be actin’ like a bumbling idiot in front of my favorite boy, can I ?” the whisper of a kiss he places on the warm tip of your nose contrasts against his deliciously husky tone.

“How’s this even going to work, I mean…”

“Well, I don't quite have the parts anymore,” he looks off to the side, uncharacteristically sheepish, “I’m sure I could get them but, that's a conversation for another time.”

You feel an incredible warmth down to your chest as your mind runs wild in response to his words, endlessly intrigued by the possibilities. He speaks again before you can truly lose yourself to your lust, “That dudn’t matter right now. I got all I need to make you feel good.”

“But you–”

“I’ll be fine, sweetheart. We can figure it out later.”

Worries slowly melt away from your mind as Boothill delivers sharp little nips to the soft skin between your neck and shoulders, cold metal hands petting your arms into releasing all their tension.

After so long apart, so long wondering if you'd see him again and taking care of Julia on top of that, it feels beyond strange to let yourself be taken care of. But despite his reputation, your cowboy has a way to make you let go even if just for tonight.

His dexterous fingers pause at the buttons on your shirt, silently waiting for your permission and only moving once you give him your verbal consent, pulling each button through their hole slow enough for you to realize he’s doing it to tease you into relaxing even further.

“Boothill…” you whisper, hands clenching at your sides. He responds with a devious grin, entirely unchanged from how it looked in the past, sending shivers down your spine and stoking the fire burning between your legs. “My bad, sweetheart.”

When the fabric finally falls away from your body, you have to look away, fearful of what look he might give you at the scars over your chest. He proves your insecurities wrong once again as he brushes his soft lips over the rough skin without a word. Your heart seems to jump straight out of your chest with pure fondness.

Suddenly, he takes a deep, steadying breath, hands clenching by your sides, “‘m sorry, sweetheart. I wanted to take this nice and slow but… you’re just… I just need you so bad.” the confession leaves him like a wave crashing against the shore on a stormy day, before his hands raise to hover over the hemline of your pants, eyes begging.

You finally muster up the courage to settle your hand in his luscious locks, petting him softly while smiling, “You haven't changed much, have you?”

“Guess I haven't. Not when it comes to you, at least.”

Once he has your consent, he starts peeling away all the clothing left on your bottom half, so focused on his task he doesn't see the sweat dripping down your neck and chest. 

Aeons, you feel like a virgin.

“Perfect,” he mutters, more to himself as all of you if finally revealed – soft and already wet. His hands bracket your hips, covered in the marks left from the pregnancy. He moves himself away slightly to just… stare, in a way that quickly has you squirming. A dark look takes over his features, a swirling storm of unknowable thoughts in his robotic eyes as they trail over every detail.

Boothill, now built for killing more than loving, gently brushes his thumb over the marks, letting the finger press down just slightly to watch the skin stretch, “I don't blame ya if you don't believe me but, you shouldn't hafta go through something like this alone. And you won't again, if I have anythin’ to say about it.”

Your hands dips from his hair to his cheek, warmer than you’d expect from a cyborg, tears stinging your eyes at the possibility, “Please, don't leave again.”

“Never.” Boothill seals his promise with a kiss against your lower lips, sending a jolt through your body – seems he’s still just as capable of catching you off guard as always. Upon noting your reaction, he licks his lips in preparation before closing them around your clit as you pant and whimper, thoughts of any kind shot straight out of your brain.

He’s forced to hold your squirming legs down after your knee nearly knocks against his head (an action that would no doubt hurt you more than him), “Come on. You can be a good boy and stay still for me, can’tcha? Promise I'll make you feel real good if you do.”

You grit your teeth while willing your legs to stay glued to the bed. Satisfied, Boothill dives back in, gently running his tongue along the length of your center before slowly shoving it inside your dripping hole. His grip on your thighs starts slipping from the sweat building over your skin before he adjusts it, unbending fingers pressing firmly into the soft flesh as he doubles his efforts. 

Always careful to keep his sharp teeth away from your core, he moves his tongue so precisely it makes you wonder if it’s still his human tongue at all, hooking and twisting inside you in a way that quickly has you seeing stars as air struggles to leave your lungs from the onslaught of concentrated pleasure that leaves your legs completely boneless.

Just as you think you can't get any higher, Boothill takes one of his hands off you to rub a slender, now warm, unyielding finger over your swollen clit and light flashes behind your eyes so brightly you fear lightning might’ve struck outside.

“Come on, sweet boy, cum for me.” How could you possibly resist such a request? The sound that leaves you nothing like you’d expect, the little you hear of it anyway, before the ringing in your ears completely takes over as you’re lost in the height of your pleasure.

Time passes by without your knowledge – when your senses come back to you, Boothill is leaning over you while caressing your head. His eyes hold no secrets nor reservations, just soft, open love, “You–”

“Don’cha worry about any of that now. We have plenty of time now.”

[glacierclear]

ISN'T BITE ALSO TOUCH?

fuckboy!leon x gn!reader (maybe a few gendered terms oops)

content: hurt/no comfort, angst, arguments, passive aggression, mentions of drugs/alcohol

Your best friend is a fuckboy. He ditches you at a party. You argue. Maybe they were right about him.

[ao3 link]

They all tried to tell you. Every single one of them.

He’s bad news, don’t bother. You would scoff.

He’s nothing but a walking penis. He doesn’t care about anything. And you’d roll your eyes.

Every red flag. Every warning sign. Every flashing light. You refused to heed any of them. And you tilled, and you sowed, and you fed. And now? You were reaping.

“I don’t get what the big deal is. You’re a big kid. You don’t need a damn babysitter.” His hands remained clenched, balled up and shoved into the pouch of his hoodie. His posture was lax. Noncommittal. He stared into a wall, his expression detached and unreachable.

“When you called me up tonight to drag me to some stupid frat party, I at least expected you to like, stay with me,” you countered. “We weren’t even there for an hour before you up and ditched me. Streaking across campus like a moron.” The base of your neck throbbed, the fledgling burn of an oncoming migraine. Your clothes still reeked of burnt weed and the cloyingly pungent whiff of cotton candy vape smoke.

“You should be fucking grateful. Wouldn’t have gotten into that party without me. Shit was the best thrasher of the month.” He lifted his head, scorching you with that know-it-all smirk. It huffed the coals of your stomach. You felt like puking.

“I didn’t…oh my god, Leon. I didn’t go for the party. I thought you…I don’t know. I thought you actually wanted to hang out. Have a good night.”

Your fingers burrowed their way through the folds of your sheets and you stayed perched at the edge of your bed. Leon hovered at your doorway, barely present in the space of your dorm, his contour fuzzed with casting light.

He didn’t say anything. Your eyes pulsed and stung. “Look. I’m not mad, I just–”

“You should be.”

“What?”

It’s then that he finally dared to meet your eyes. Blue hues swallowed whole by the pitch of his pupils, seeking you past tendrils of mussed, blonde hair.

“You should be mad. Why aren’t you? Cuz’, you’re right. I fucking ditched you. Like a moron.” He flung the word back with acid and you winced away. “God forbid I have some fun, right? Forgot you’re too much of a buzzkill to actually have fun at a party.”

There’s a throttling impulse to scream at him. Tell him off for being unreasonable and kick his ass to the curb like last week’s trash. But you’ve danced to this song before. The repeating pattern and pervasive enigma of Leon’s refusal to invest himself; emotionally, or otherwise.

So, you sucked in a steadying breath, filled your lungs with patience, and spoke softly.

“It’s not just about the party,” you began, and passively, you noticed him shift. “I mean…streaking? You realize that if you got caught doing that…you wouldn’t have a scholarship anymore. Hell, maybe you’d be expelled.”

The realization settled on him like a poison and you caught his face darken. As much as he denied and disguised, Leon was a smart man. Excellent standing in his classes and a whopping GPA to match the third leg he swung in his pants. It meant a lot to him.

There’s a gap of silence before he opened his mouth again.

“...well, I wasn’t caught. And it was my choice. I don’t need you nagging me like a fucking mom, alright?” His body shrunk in on itself. Caging his softer parts from the reality he narrowly avoided. On a better day, perhaps you’d chase him. Push and fight for a break in his shell, a crevice that gave way to the man you knew he was capable of being. But, God, your head was shattering. Your nausea was worsening. You weren’t making progress.

“Right, well, sorry for caring, Leon,” you relented, turning away from him to click your phone into its charger. “I’m going to bed. Don’t bother inviting me to any more parties.”

Your gaze left him, you weren’t fully aware of his body, but in the fleeting moments following your surrender he’s on you. Lurking above you like the baleful firmament of a roaring summer storm. You hardly had the time to open your mouth before he’s speaking. No, he’s growling. Revving the engine of his fury.

“...so that’s it? You’re not putting up with me anymore?” It could be the headache talking, but you swore you heard a tremble in his voice.

“Huh? The fuck are you–”

“We’re not friends anymore. That’s what you’re doing, right?” You searched the raging sea of his eyes for a raft. But all you did was drown. “I fucked up one too many times and now I’m just another shitty dude you had to put up with.” You watched the chipped black of his nails dig into his arms, tensed up limbs shielding him from what he’s most afraid you’ll confirm.

“Leon, that’s not…we’re still friends, okay? I just don’t want to go to parties like that anymore. Just give me a few days to cool off and we can…I dunno, we’ll hit up that burger joint you love.” It’s a pretty weak bargain, but maybe he’d bite.

And he did bite. He bit and he tore and he sought out blood.

“You’ve always had shitty taste in guys.” He practically spat at you, a scornful wrinkle deepening in the bridge of his nose. “Fucking stand up for yourself. You always let people walk all over you and act surprised when they turn out to be shitheads.”

He leaned in. You smelled him. Overpriced cologne. Underpriced shampoo. Crappy beer he drank even though he hated the taste. Despite it all, you yearned to hug him.

“Leon, I–”

“...and you know what? I don’t fucking need you. I don’t need your little dates. Your pity sex. I don’t need you looking out for my damn scholarships and I especially don’t need you making me look bad when I’m trying to let loose at the party I’ve been looking forward to all goddamn month.” You wanted him to stop. You wanted to bridge the chasm and devour his violence. If only he’d let you. But all he did was bite harder. “I won’t bother inviting you out anymore. Actually, I won’t bother talking to you at all. Have fun with your fucking life, I’m done being your fucking charity. Goodni–”

At the edge of his precipice, the void he dug for solace, Leon plummets. He straightened his spine, eyes widening and jaw hanging lifelessly. You were crying. Tears bursting without prejudice. Staining your face in vulnerability you so often only used to comfort him.

He went too far. And now, you were crying.

Neither of you moved for an eternity. From the hallway of your dorm, you hear the thundering trots of drunken friends laughing and yelling. The noise swelled and faded. The only evidence of a world beyond your room.

He called your name. His voice was so much quieter, held together with twine and stinging regret. You lifted your eyes and your throat barely allowed your words to pass.

“...Great job, Leon. Now I’m mad.” In an act of self-preservation, you tore your gaze away, burning a stare into the ground below his shoes. They’re blotched with dirt and chlorophyll, still damp from his midnight misdemeanor. “I won’t bother you anymore. If you hate me that much, I…I’ll leave you alone.”

His arms unfolded, one hand reaching out, a fragmented attempt to soothe you. But it was too late.

He repeated your name.

“I didn’t…fuck, I shouldn’t have said…hey–”

“Go home, Leon.” Your voice was unwavering, and he flinched back, your ire the open flame he’s too human to touch.

And then he left. Your dorm vibrated with the slam of the door, and you buried your face in your hands. In the place of his feet, soil stained your carpet. In the place of his warmth, sandalwood smoldered the air.

In the place of your love, all you wanted was to die.

[lovetei]

Okay so, someone headcanon that Lucifer interact with Cerberus very seriously like no baby talk or any normal petowners behaviour…? This is actually kinda canon now? In the recent Lucifer’s card. He be trying to get his lepus doing smth by acting like they’re business partners and the lepus keeps electrocuting him in the progress lol.

And just imagine MC being the lovely troublemaker they are keep sneaking in the underground tomb to see Cerberus to give him belly rubs, snacks and all of the things Lucifer didn’t do because MC feels bad cuz Cerberus can’t experience all the “good boys stuff” he deserves

Then one day, Cerberus just break out and just running around the house to find MC cuz they forgot to give Cerberus his daily without Lucifer knowing snacks, and daily cuddle too! What a crime. How would the bros react to that?

I was surprised Fluff and crack dominated the poll I created last post 😭

But this cute as hell.

I'm back on my long post era :b

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MC who thinks Cerberus is just a giant puppy that deserves love cause he's a good boy

Warnings: Grammar errors, spelling errors, long post, Mentions of starving, Mentions of eye bags, Mentions of some real threats

Versions: Demon brothers, Side Characters

Links: Masterlist

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LUCIFER:

He's a very serious pet owner

He doesn't punish his pet though, no fasting or whips just some soft scolding and lecturing

On the other hand, there's you who as a pet fever, always hyperventilating when you see Cerberus

He figured that you might turn his stoic and monstrous three headed dog into some giant puppy

So he made sure that he adds one more barrier, specifically preventing you from entering the tomb

But guess what? You're the shit.

Ain't no barrier gonna stop you.

So you sneak out late at night while struggling to hold all the large sized snacks you starved yourself to get your hands on just make Cerberus feel like the good boy he is.

Of course, Lucifer noticed this but he's not really sure and he does not want to confront you about this.

Like, what if you're not actually going to the tomb to pet and give Cerberus belly rubs? He'll look like a fool.

But it just kept getting worse.

The eyebags around your eyes

And how Cerberus gets more and more whiney

What the fuck is on about you two

So as a punishment, he decided to give you a break (Wow)

You're not allowed to leave your room until the dark circles under your eyes disappear.

And to his surprise, and prediction, Cerberus managed to break out of the magic he applied on the tomb that prevents him fron going out without his permission

He's both disspointed and proud.

Disspointed because his dog is disobeying and proud because his dog is actually really strong.

And as to his guesses, he ran up straight to the HOL and broke the door open.

And just like in those movies

You guys met halfway and life dramatically cried out as if Lucifer prevented two lovers from meeting each other.

He's just standing on the background like :l

Cause he expected this much.

MAMMON:

He liked the dog don't get him wrong

It's just that, he's not as crazy as you are about them

Plus that three headed tree pisser tried to kill him multiple times

And he's NOT happy about it

It's not like he can get any time to bond with the dog too since Lucifer is keeping a tight leash on him both literally and figuratively.

That might stop him

But not you

As your first man, he already know you're up to something the moment he saw you, through his crows, carrying large sizes of food, now human food, dog food.

He also knows that you're someone who don't actually want someone to know about this little secret of yours

So he just kept quite and stood at the bay

Watching you sneak around the house, trying to get to the tomb by yourself

Who knows? Something might go wrong and he needs to be by your side to save you as your babysitter and as your first man.

He started getting worried as soon as he saw those eye bags though

So he admitted that he knows what you're up to and suggested that you stop

You got mad

Of course

He knew it

He snitched on you by the way

He didn't straight up told Lucifer that you're going out to meet Cerberus

He just pointed out that you have like the worse eye bags ever and subtly said that you might be on some late night rendezvous.

He's glad that Lucifer gave you that time out.

He's sorry for snitching on you too but your health comes first before some belly rubs and dog treats.

When he heard the door of HOL crashing down though

He knew damn well who it was

He actually opened (broke) the door for you.

LEVIATHAN:

He's not that much of a dog person

More on reptiles and amphibians

But he understands why you're all crazy about dogs

I mean it's a common thing among humans right?

He's pretty sure Lucifer won't let you near Cerberus though since all about the string, guard dogs type while you're all down for cutesy belly rubs and treats.

Then one night, when he's about to get water after playing video games all night he saw you

Sneaking out

And he thought "What if MC actually have a hidden identity like in those anime?! That would be so cool!"

And so he followed you

And saw Mammon following you too

Mammon explained what's happening to him.

He's actually surprised you would go this far.

He started following you every night too of course

Even though he knows that you can knock out Cerberus with a single hit if you're actually serious

He even started watching anime about dogs and reading managas about them too then recommending them to you

He just loves the expression you make when you're so excited and your heart is melting because of the cute illustrations.

Wait

Is Mammon snitching?! On you?!

He's surprised cause, what the fuck, he's actually the last person he thought will snitch on you

It's understandable though, 'cause he's actually near on doing the same.

He's just glad that you got mad on Mammon instead of him

So you got your rest and you're not mad at him, it's a win win for him.

He also got to record the whole dramatic reunion between you and Cerberus.

SATAN:

He's a cat person

He can barely care

About Lucifer and his pet

But if it's you then... Maybe he can bare with it.

He just loves how you look at dogs like how he looks at cats.

You guys really are soul mates.

But why would you starve yourself for dog foods..?

He got a little mad because of it but he knows you just love Cerberus so much

And that you want to treat him like the good puppy he is because the so good Lucifer FAILED to do so.

He knows you're sneaking in and out of HOL to go in the tomb and meet Cerberus

He applied a few spells that made you seem more approachable to animals and be more sneaky without you knowing too.

But his guts are just telling him to close this book and follow you.

And so he did.

And he saw not one,

But two of his brothers trying to act sneaky and following you down to the tomb you knowing

He didn't expect this to be honest

He thought Mammon would be too dumb to find out and Levi will be watching too many animes and play too many games to even notice.

But he guess he underestimated their feelings for you

That doesn't mean his is in any way less than them though

That's why he's here

Although he knows that Lucifer would find out sooner or later

He didn't expect Mammon to be dropping hints when you're his absolute partner in crimes

What a traitor

He would've killed him and fed him to his crows if he did that to him.

But he knows that Mammon is just as worried as he is

Plus he knows to himself that he will be telling you to Lucifer if this gets any worse.

So he is really no better than Mammon

Putting you on some sort of time out and forcing you to rest is a good way of punishment, he expected it, Lucifer spoiling you.

But Cerberus barging in the HOL is not something he thought would happen.

He knows how disciplined Cerberus is, he's Lucifer's pet after all.

He also thought the dramatic meeting was cute and he chuckled a bit.

ASMODEUS:

Oh... Dogs?

He doesn't like stray fur on his clothes though...

But he guess he can understand you.

Cerberus is indeed one big, fluffy dog after all.

Despite being locked down inside the tomb

Cerberus is actually squeaky clean and always smells good.

He's one of the dogs Asmo will be okay being close to.

He can understand you buying him treats and sneak one or a couple of times

But sneaking out in the middle of the night just to give him treats and belly rubs?

Even starving yourself to buy him food is outrageous

You could've asked him for help, he has all these money from modeling just rotting away

Waiting to get spend on some shoes and pearls.

Like Mammon, he dropped subtle hints, commenting on your eye bags but Lucifer seems to not take him seriously as he thinks that Asmo points out even the slightest difference.

He's dissapointed, he means, it's your health on the line here!

So he resorted into confronting you

He thought that maybe following you to your late night sneak outs and pretending to catch you will work

He didn't expect Mammon, Levi and Satan following you too though

He's looking at them all shock cause what the fuck?

And then when he's about to scream Satan just pulled him and covered his mouth with his hand.

When you're about to leave though, he tried to break free from Satan's grasp and proceed with his plans but instead earned shushes from everyone.

Out of all people

He didn't expect Mammon to snitch on you

He actually thought that Cerberus snitching on you is higher than Mammon telling you on.

But he's glad to hear that you're under house arrest and is prohibited from tiring yourself

You really need this rest, honey.

He's one of the people that took care of you that day, actually.

He painted your nairs and gave you a spa day inside the bathroom.

And then he heard a loud crash

He just rolled his eyes and stopped fanning your wet finger nails and just let you run out of the room

He must confess he thinks the reunion is dramatic but it was cute

All the heads of Cerberus whining and crying

But your nails dear!

BEELZEBUB:

Beel loves Cerberus too!

It's just sad that Lucifer won't leg him take care of him as much as he wants to

Cerberus' main job is to protect the tomb where their grimoires are located at so he understands why.

Lucifer doesn't want Cerberus to end up all cutesy greeting each 'visitor' that enters the tomb like he's friends with them

He want Cerberus to not even think twice and attack anyone who would enter the tomb except Lucifer himself.

But aside Lucifer, Beel is the second most close to Cerberus as he's the one that take him to walks most of the time

And when he found out that you like dogs too

Specifically Cerberus

He looked at you with obvious adoration in his eyes

Cause, finally, someone can get him

He wants to treat Cerberus like a good boy too almost just as much as you but Lucifer won't let him

But you have a plan?!

Wait, why are you starving yourself..?

That's bad...

If you just want to buy Cerberus dog food and treats you can use his money

But why do you insist that you want to buy his food yourself?

By what money? The money you got from starving yourself?

He knows he can't stop you though

So he just cooked extra portions when he's on duty and insisted that you share foods with him

So, problem number one solved

But now there's another problem

And it's you sneaking out late at night just to feed Cerberus!

Look at yourself MC!

You barely get any sleep!

He actually decided to start feeding Cerberus himself after he saw the dark circles under your eyes

But after he saw Mammon, Levi, Satan and Asmo hiding behind a big rock he already knows he's late and that you're in the tomb again

When Asmo tried to go out and confront you though

His heart dropped

Cause "What if MC thought were stalkers?!" "MC will think we're controlling!"

Though, Mammon snitching on you is something he expected

People might think that he'll die loyal and never snitch on you but he knows better than that

He knows that Mammon will put your health above everything and would snitch if needed

For him, house arrest is a light and well thought punishment

He doesn't know why you need to receive it though

He means, you did nothing wrong, you just feed and play with the dog

He thinks the dramatic meet up is cute too!

He's standing on the background looking like ^^

BELPHEGOR:

He likes Cerberus

He has fluffy fur and would carry him when their together

He's unbelievably large too so he's like a giant, moving bed for Belphie

And he understand why you would go crazy over Cerberus

He is indeed one of a kind considering how he has three heads

But he can't understand why you would go through such lengths just to play with the dog

Don't get him wrong, he knows that you like Cerberus and sees him as a giant puppy

But Cerberus guards their grimoire and that grimoire is very important to them

So he's also one of the people that actually prevents you from going in the tomb to play with the hell hound

Lucifer trained them to be a strict guard dog for a reason

And he knows it and it's for his own good too

Though, he knows his explanations won't stop you considering how you're starving yourself to buy him dog food and toys

And even wake up late at night just to sneak out and give it to Cerberus

He wants to protect you of course

Cerberus is still a hell hound that's above thrice your size

So he did the unthinkable and stayed up late

Wanting to spy on you

He saw you sneaking your way down the hallway and so he decided to follow you

And then he saw them

Not Cerberus

But Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo and even Beel spying on you too

He guess he underestimated them

He just joined them behind the rock though and rested on Beel's shoulder

He's more assured now since his brothers are watching over you too

But when he heard the sudden rustle made by Asmo trying to struggle to confront you

His eyes shot open and helped Satan on strangling him down

Hell, he almost turned to his demon form

You falling ill is something he's scared of, but you getting mad at him is another

And both are as bad as the other

Actually, the way he glares at Asmo as Satan covers his mouth is terrifying

He might as well just point a knife at his neck at this point

And then the next morning what woke him up is not Lucifer

But the door of their house falling down and creating a loud thud

And is followed by loud howls and whines he knows too well

He's wide awake now and is staring at the two of you, dramatically hugging each other as if Lucifer kept you away from each other for years

Wait

What

Mammon snitched on you?!

Oh... So you've been on an house arrest since earlier this morning and not even a day passed and Cerberus is already running after you?

Wow

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[witchcoochie]

**9-1-1 SPOILERS**

okay 9-1-1 8b episode 12 ongoing thoughts:

- MADDIE MY LOVE not more ptsd my girl does not need thatttt

- pls they r such a cute little family

- EDDIE WHAT R U WEARING

- “You nervous” “What? No, uh, sorry, yeah, um” EDDIEEEEEEE

- okay hot take but introducing himself as “Edmundo Diaz” before introducing himself as “Eddie” I think totally reflects how he’s trying to change himself/how he presents himself to the world to appease his parents.

- “just like home” OKAYYY we all saw that uncomfortable energy eddie ur not fooling anyone

- his house being a pos LOL okay plot device i see u

- “you’ll always have a job waiting for you back at the 118” “Well, that’s good news” AHHHHHH

- he doesn’t want eddie to bail oh NO

- “I GIVE YOU MY WORD” i’m already losing my mind i fear

- i love josh actually why is he me “I’m an arugula man” plsss

- her VOICEEE maddie nooooooo

- not my subtitles calling Ravi “Robbie” how dare you actually

- MADDIE NOOOOO if they r like she can’t do her job that means so much to her anymore i will LOSE MY MIND

- CHRISTOPHER I MISSED YOU SO MUCH YOU’RE SO BIG AHHHHHHH

- Helena my enemy

- okay amazon prime product placement🙄

- trying to buy his sons love with a PS5

- HELENA U ARE SO ANNOYING F OFF

- SHE IS TRYNNA KEEP THEM APART “might be hard playing videogames with a leak dripping on your head” actually fuck off u evil bitch

- “whatever you want” i am gunna LOSE IT

- okay i’m mad at Ramon but at least he actually gives a shit about his son unlike SOMEONE

- STOPPED FUNCTIONING ENTIRELY? bro ik this a ptsd thing i’m literally so sad for her can she catch a break like be sooo serious

- “she took my voice” no i’m actually devastated

- SOMETIMES IT TAKES YEARS, SOMETIMES NEVER??? I’m losing it

- okay bff facetime

- NO OFFER???? Okay plot device

- “You went out there to be Christopher’s dad” “YOU CAN’T COME BACK” ahhhhHHHHH

- what is this side plot

- why r they all looking soooo good rn

- okay Hen with the jokes

- right on the police car is crazy but also no perimeter for the car sticking over the edge of the parking garage???? yeah right

- chim is so supportive he is the standard fr

- i love her sm im so sad for her:(

- selling his fight club truck NAURR

- brooo he’s so upset lmao

- NOT THE UBER DRIVER AHHHH

- he’s so bad at it i love him sm

- HE’S LYING TO THEM AHHH honestly i would too helena would tear him apart

- him using his driving job as free therapy is so funny to me

- the advice from that gorgeous lady love thattt

- BAHAHSHSHSHHAHAAHHAH NOOOOOO

- calling his bestie every time something goes wrong i love them

- why is he so hard on himself naurrr :(

- Athena ur so pretty i love uuu

- i love when mama Athena gives advice she is actually my favourite

- NOOOOOOOO JEE

- AHHHHH her daughter gave her her voice back that is so qhahshsjskks

- okay not to shit on Eddie cuz i love him but YOU ARE HIS DAD bro like kids get angry sometimes, you don’t let them run away. MAKE him talk to you. like ik he wants to give his kid some agency but come on

- CHRIS!!!!

- “I wanna return it” i’m actually furious

- JUST KIDDING JUST KIDDING “you need to save your money if your going to stick around” okay progress

- “You still want me to?” “Yeah, you’re my dad” okay crying

- okay maddie i am so proud of u!

Final notes:

- Won’t lie this ep was not as dramatic as i like them to be BUT i think there was some important growth and plot devices so i can forgive the lack of intensity

[that-hippie-user]

~Anon Training: Part 1~

UwU a challenge has been put to me, to turn a humble anon into a devoted follower.

:3 for context to anyone new, hi! i'm a hypnotist for fetishists, in particular the ab/dl community.

^u^ my goal is to become the perfect picture of a sexy hypno goddess who makes followers into thralls, brings buried fetish instincts to the surface, :D and makes folks all over feel safe, welcome, and free to be themselves without shame.

:3 i'm a hedonist at heart, and i simply dont believe we need to hate ourselves for enjoying what we do. wether thats being trans, submissive, sapphic, or even all the lovely mushtushes like myself! X3 cuz why should any of us be ashamed for enjoying a crinkle beneath our pants, right? who cares?

:3 i also unpotty train folks who want it, helping them to lose their ability to hold it through hypnotic conditioning. is that strange? X3 absolutely not! these folks didnt ASK to be potty trained, so why should they be?

aaaaaaand im attempting to make a career out of this! ^u^; but progress is slow going.

:D this lovely anon consented to being my guinea pig, letting me train them into a perfect puppet for YOUR entertainment, to show you how effective my methods are.

:3 so enjoy this multi-part series of hypno scripts, all labeled as "anon training" in the tags for convenience, and lets see what i can manage!

note: i am not aware WHO is messaging me as this anon, and to my knowledge we are not in contact. furthermore this is NOT roleplay, my methods are legitimate. what awaits below is a legitimate hypnosis script. read at your own peril, you may end up trained just like them!

with that, lets begin!

welcome, Anon, to your first session of obedience training. get comfortable. maybe lay in bed or rest in a cozy chair.

:3 your agreement to this challenge is tacit consent to me training you through hypnosis. and rather than make this a one time thing, i intend to give several important lessons that will help instill in you the perfect mindset to be my thrall.

^u^ i could lay out exactly what's going to be done to you, warn what each lesson has to offer so you may prepare yourself.

:3 but A. hypnosis only works on the willing, and only brings out what a subject desires. if i miss the mark and try to instill a fetish that you've no interest in, i can merely call that a loss and move on to the next try.

and B. life is more fun with surprises, and i think you're the type to wanna take this as far as it will go.

;3 after all, you've seen the contents of my blog, you know EXACTLY what i'm about, and you volunteered to be trained as a walking advertisement of my power.

if you're being honest, that means you want to show as much of what my training can offer as possible. if there's a niche i cover, and you can be brainwashed to it, then that only helps broaden the reach of who we're appealing to.

:3 if you indeed become a walking talking puppet full of every fetish i have, that would be a VERY good showing of my abilities.

^u^ and you've made it clear you want to be made into a good subject for your hypno goddess.

UwU well, i will do my best. and we will start from the very beginning.

or rather, continue. :3 as you have already begun to submit to me.

every statement i said, everything i laid out, every time you agreed with me, that was an act of submission.

you know, on some level, what you're getting into. yet you choose to stay.

thats not merely consent, thats obedience.

and furthermore... its gotten your attention, hasnt it?

your focus, trust, and obedience is all we need. they are the tools by which we will break away at the barriers in your mind.

what barriers? the kind that everyday living gives you. the filter. the mask. the set of unspoken rules and traditions that claim to hold society's fabric together.

it is everywhere. telling you how to sit, how to speak, how to behave, but not in the sense of a caring dom.

it is the wall in your mind that holds back your innermost desires and instincts as if they were something shameful.

true bondage is freedom, tying you down and compelling you to submit to your basest urges, all while tenderly gracing you with kisses and praise.

the bondage you are gripper by only ever restrains, weighs down, hurts, and limits you.

my chains are of the air, weightless yet strong, felt in your mind but never holding you back. to submit to me is to liberate yourself.

my chains are freedom. yours must be broken.

as you lay back and read my words, picture these limiting and heavy chains being lifted off of you link by link.

as the chain is lifted up and up and away from your body, feel the weight disappearing. you become lighter, the tension in your body fading slowly but surely as the bindings are undone.

more and more your muscles slack as they sink into the cushions, the weight vanishing more and more. every limb becoming soaked in satisfying relief, like a gymnast resting on the bench with a cool bottle of water in their grip.

light, lighter, yet lighter still. like a balloon that threatens to float away as the string holding it down is weathered away to nothing.

and as your body loses this heavy burdon, so too does your mind. like falling into bed after too much work, the mind is choosing to empty itself. every worthless thought just another cumbersome hindrance to relaxing and recharging.

anything you dont need simply fades away.

tension becomes soft relaxation.

thought becomes emptiness.

restlessness becomes stillness.

the room becomes an unimportant space.

the words you read become your thoughts.

more and more your body refuses to do anything but listen to me.

it is the easiest thing you can do. effortless.

no work. no worries. no fear. no stress.

only comforting words.

and a promise of true freedom

to surrender to me is to seek liberation.

to free your mind from thought.

to free your impulse from shame.

to free your pride from regret.

to free your self love from self hate.

to free yourself from free will.

free will... such a cumbersome thing.

we spend our whole lives developing a sense of self.

learning the world around us, desperately grasping at understanding.

but who could hope to make sense of the chaos alone?

you are not an island unto thyself.

no one is truly alone.

and life is not a tree, with branching problems held together by a root cause.

life is mycelial, a vast fungal network of interconnected things, with no true center or starting point.

you are one of many

and so, wouldnt it make more sense to think in terms of a collective?

to be one of many, guided by core ideas that make life better for the most people.

to free yourself from thought, so that instinct and obedience are all that remain.

already, you are becoming one of my kin.

you feel it on the air, the invisible strands that guide you into my waltz of bliss.

my words dance on rays of light that shine through your eyes and into deeper and deeper folds of your mind.

you open yourself to me, you guide the strands to grasp at every limb and every unneeded mass in your mind.

you bind yourself, i merely provide the string.

string? no, stronger than that.

stronger than steel yet lighter than spiderwebs.

psychic chains, manifesting within you.

born of your desire, your imagination, your will to obey.

my only power is to guide you.

it is YOU who hold the ultimate power of hypnosis.

the power to enter trance.

the power to submit to anothers will.

the power to open your mind to me.

the power to obey.

you gave me control.

you want to obey.

you wanted to be mine from the start.

and you are.

your mind is such a fragile thing.

it can resist a lot, but so can porcelain.

but porcelain easily shatters.

breaking the moment it-

DROP

mind reduced to nothing

gone and gone and gone

lost, oh so hopelessly lost

easily retrieved yet cast so far away

down down down

further further yet further

into the deep deep depths

nothing left to think.

nothing holding you back.

able to listen

able to obey

listen and obey

listen and obey

listen and obey

DROP

you are mine

my will is your desire

your obedience is your bliss

you have surrendered yourself

and the best part?

this is only the beginning.

because hypnosis has no limit.

it is not a lightswitch shutting you down.

it is a dimmer switch, taking you further and further down.

but this dimmer switch has no end.

it can always go further

and further

and further

you never reach the bottom. because there is none.

you can ALWAYS go deeper.

when you've been hypnotized once,

the next time is always easier.

so you become hypnotized,

go as deep as you are able,

you wake up,

you become hypnotized more easily,

and you go even deeper.

and the cycle repeats.

deeper and deeper every time you do.

and this is why the most effective hypnotists are the most diligent.

because by hypnotizing you again,

and again,

and again,

i can take you deeper,

and train you further.

and so every consecutive trance makes you more and more my own.

and so to you, my Anon, and to anyone else who may have joined them, consider this the start of your journey.

your journey to complete submission.

listen and obey

you belong to me

for this special series, you will have your own dedicated triggers.

the first, Anon Sleep, will hypnotize you. induction will still be done with patience and care, but words to help you that much deeper that much faster will be very useful.

the second, Goddess Has Spoken, will turn what was said before it into a command, one you will take as gospel.

the third, Spectral Chains, deepens your feelings of submission. like invisible chains are guiding you, or pulling on you like a leash, compelling you to submit to me.

these three triggers will be the guiding force in your training to become my loyal thrall.

Anon Sleep, submit to my will as the Spectral Chains bind you down beneath me. you will obey my will, you will pursue deeper devotion, your goal is to be my perfectly trained plaything, Goddess has spoken.

i am going to count down from 10 to 0

with each number your willpower will be broken away like a stone into dust

and when i hit 0, you will become my obedient subject.

10 you feel your old self wearing out

9 your resistance broken down piece by piece

8 like a sculpture you are being shaped

7 finely crafted into my service

6 becoming who you were born to be

5 halfway gone, halfway perfected

4 your true self coming to the surface

3 inhibitions dying as devotion grows

2 becoming my disciple of pleasure

1 you want to rid yourself of shame forever

0 YOU ARE MINE

ANON SLEEP

you belong to me, your Goddess has spoken.

the Spectral Chains are now your uniform

you are mine, and you will perfect yourself for me

you are mine. you live to serve me.

and you will attend every lesson in your training to become my perfect thrall

Anon Training is your new education, your schooling in becoming a more perfect you

and you will attend with diligence and dedication, because thats what Goddess wants for you.

i am going to count up now from 0 to 10

it will seem as if you are waking, but you have been forever changed.

you will carry these lessons with you, and you will awaken as a new you.

you will tell me everything about your experience, and you will show me how much you've learned.

and with my help, you will steadily grow into who you are supposed to be.

counting up, so you may awake to your new, fresh self. my more blank canvass, ready to reshape into my perfect thrall, with your next Anon Training lessons.

0 you feel a stirring in your mind

1 you begin to rise, but the parts you broke away are being left behind

2 as you fly further and further from them, you can feel yourself beginning to forget you ever had them

3 more and more your new self feels like who you really are

4 further and further your unneeded pieces fade into the distance

5 you are prepared to live life as my devotee in training

6 your awareness is returning to your body

7 you are stirring, beginning to wake, but with all my lessons in tact

8 you are nearly woken as your new self

9 you are ready to show what a good subject youve been

10 rise and shine my subject

:3 welcome, my child, to the Cult of Stardust.

X3 hehe, just a fun title for my lovely following.

:3 i look forward to hearing from you

[starleska]

i just wanted to say thank u for introducing me to kinitoPET <33! i played it earlier and it was soooo much fun he's the perfect little guy...... i fell in love with him truly, he's so cute! i totally get ur post about the order of ur achievements cuz honestly. same.

i will be rotating him from now on!!!!! very pleased. if u ever have any thoughts about the little guy id love to read them and i will absolutely devour them :D! either way thank u for posting <3 love

aww hey you are so welcome lovely!!! 🥰💖 i am so, so happy more people are playing KinitoPET!!! and he is such a sweetie, isn't he...i wonder how Kinito would react knowing that so many of us would leap at the chance to be his best friend (or more...) 👉👈 thoughts-wise about Kinito, i've been a little consumed by the possibilities which are implied by the game. how do we know that Kinito being downloaded onto your computer is the first time he's encountered you? 👀 even though he's working with an older-style desktop, he's pulling information from your social media accounts and friends lists...in a fourth wall-breaking way, who's to say Kinito is restricted to that desktop? what's to stop him from crawling out of there and ending up in your DMs, or scrolling through your phone's gallery? 😉 that's the kind of progression i'd love to see for Kinito...in a Monika from DDLC kind of way, i'd like to see him slowly crawl out of the 90s/2000s theming and end up present in our modern desktop. how cool would that be?! come on, Kinito, if you want to win our affections you need to give us a real fright...🙈💖 hahaha you are so welcome!!! i'd love to hear your thoughts too 👀

[l0stfoster]

Paul anon here !! Its been a hot minute (like 3 days) and i fear i must return and ask things

- Does anyone ever find out Paul’s related to the person who cursed tulsa ??? Is that like a big deal or is that smth that everyone just goes “damn”.

- Idk if this has been like covered or answered but whats everyone’s lifespans ?? Is it the same as normal humans or are any of them different?

- Btw timewing your little one shot ate up so bad i need more about post-jumping plz just cuz overprotective darry makes me crazy 🫶🫶 i love yalls writing so bad

- Parry wedding hcs please 🫶

- can we also just get like some angsty parry stuff plzzz

I literally cannot rmbr anything else i wanted to ask i had stuff but my brain is fried from life okay thats all 🫶🫶

Ah yes, the talk of the town returns. Welcome back we were waiting very patiently >:)

Grasping your questions in my hands, you fuel the entirety of my writing habits at this point.

Does anyone ever find out Paul’s related to the person who cursed Tulsa??? Is that a big deal or is that smth that everyone just goes “damn”.

- The gang finds out about it over time, Darry being the first and everyone finding out progressively. They don't mind, if anything it's a little interesting to be friendly with the guy who's directly related to that. I can imagine Pony and his active imagination wondering if Paul could do similar magic to what was used to make the curse. It's a little intimidating because god damn that also helps people realize how powerful Paul COULD be. (Darry's also the only person who catches onto the fact that Paul's direct relation is why he feels so much guilt over the curse) - The socs don't find out,, for a few reasons. Think about it, this curse over Tulsa is looked down upon by the socs, they could argue that it's ruined their way of life having to deal with these things- and then they find out it was one of their own who contributed to it. They've already proven how far they're willing to go, and they'd likely hold a VERY similar thought process that Paul has. "If the bloodline ends, then maybe the curse will break." - To put it simply; if word got out to the socs, Paul would be LUCKY if he survived the next time he got jumped. Hell, he'd be lucky if someone could even find his body; humans are cruel. - Shitty doodle from last night but here's how the Paul art is going.

Idk if this has been covered or answered but what's everyone’s lifespans ?? Is it the same as normal humans or are any of them different?

- Lifespans for the Cursed follow human lifespans, with some minor differences. - Fae are functionally immortal (do remember that immortal does NOT equal invincible) and I think harpies have slightly lower life spans; most live to their 70s or 80s. Their bones are fragile as it is, and they get weaker as they grow- most elder harpies' lives are at risk if they fall even once.

Btw timewing your little one-shot ate up so bad I need more about post-jumping plz just cuz overprotective Darry makes me crazy 🫶🫶 i love your writing so bad

- Timewing was very hyped about you mentioning them, as they should be. - There will be more overprotective Darry to come, I'm very insane for him and so is Time so it's only a matter of when we get to chatting about them.

Parry wedding hcs please 🫶

- Paul and Darry elope; Paul doesn’t like big events or celebrations as is and Darry would stress the fuck out over the cost. - They just go to a courthouse, sign whatever papers (idgaf if it wouldn’t work like that because gay marriage wasn’t legal), forget to tell the gang, and then proceed to be like "Oh we got married" when someone (Two-Bit prolly) says "When's the wedding" as a joke - The gang is more upset that they didn’t get to throw a bachelor party, and Soda’s mad he didn’t get to be the flower girl /silly - They both have their own ways of going about marriage spells/rituals for both witch culture and fae culture. Paul’s witch marriage stuff is more physical (tying an anointed cord around their wrists- physically tying the knot); Darry’s is more spiritual. - Paul accidentally magic binds them. He needed Darry to use his magic for something relating to his ritual and they tied. Paul, later realizing he can feel when Darry is in danger/stressed/using his own magic: Shit Paul: Paul: Dar how would you feel abt eloping Darry: What - The second Paul suggests eloping Darry’s on board giggling. Timewing feels that the way Darry’s would work since it’s more spiritual, he’d press their foreheads together, hand over Paul’s heart, and say a sort of prayer in fae. - Paul’s chill the entire time but the second he actually registers what just happened he starts sobbing LMAO. Darry thinks he did something wrong ‘cause Paul is NOT a crier. He’s got anxiety god bless. - They can’t get gayer chat.

Can we also just get like some angsty parry stuff plzzz

- I think it goes without saying that the second blood ritual was a powerhouse for angst. Darry thinks his boyfriend was trying to fucking kill himself— and to an extent, Paul can’t even say otherwise because look at it; how do you explain that? - They both have a lot of doubts regarding their relationship with one another; Darry doesn't think it's authentic and Paul's walking on eggshells because he doesn't know if one wrong move will destroy everything he tried so hard to get back. - They still have issues regarding their roles as a greaser/soc; Paul's still adapting to life on the East side, so there are a lot of little things the greasers do that he doesn't understand. The same goes with Darry and Paul's more soc-aligned behavior. - They don't fight much but when they do it usually ends with days of silent treatments from both sides before the gang forces them to talk it out, as both of them are awfully miserable without each other. - Technically not Parry itself but Paul being kicked out and losing the financial support from his parents meant he had to drop out of college. Shit was heartbreaking, both for Paul and Darry bc he was really hoping he'd get to see Paul achieve what they both had wanted.

[ranzemn]

Yknow, Nagi left Reo in the 2nd phase cuz he found a person that could possibly further help him evolve, and while Reo was rlly bitter about it, it was him who said that if Nagi sucked Reo would abandon him.

So this relationship that they have was never solid to begin with. Nagi had left Reo to progress further with his skills in football, and if Nagi had continued to be like how he is at the very beginning Reo would, too, possibly lose interest in Nagi because he lacks the ego/passion needed to progress further as a good football player.

Overall, if Nagi hadn't left first and continued evolving, there's a possibility that Reo would leave him first because his skills are lacking. Or that, because Reo seems like the more attached one, he'd stay with Nagi urging and helping him to get better. Which would ultimately result in both of them falling behind.

So if we're speaking realistically (even though I was sad at the 'break up scene') if Nagi didn't leave Reo then they wouldn't be where they are right now.

I know Reo and Nagi got back together eventually but they got back together as better versions of themselves. Like, if Nagi didn't leave then they wouldn't have had their own time to really evolve and would've still be stuck behind a wall while everyone else is progressing forward.

Just like a few chaps before actually, I remember reading in a chapter about Reo and Nagi failing to do well on the field (Neo league) and as much as I like Reonagi together, they would be better off without each other. Because once they're together they get heavily reliant on the other, which stops them from being able to evolve even further (if you know what I mean?)

Being an 'egoist' is literally to prioritize your own needs above the rest and to be 'selfish and arrogant'. To not care about others, and to only care about yourself and your path forward. That's why most of the 'evolving' that was happening for Reonagi was when they were separated. And the moment they got back together was when their 'evolvement' rlly came to a pause.

To be fair, Nagi never really had an interest in soccer at the start, and Reo just wanted to win the world Cup one day. Also the fact that Reo saw that Nagi was rlly good at football despite not playing it leads him to believe that Nagi is a one of a kind genius (and that if Nagi practices enough, his genius will be able to crush everyone else). Which then led him to label Nagi as his 'treasure' the genius he found and will further cultivate until they both succeed.

Nagi, on the other hand, started football because Reo offered him money and an easy life. So I think that because of this, the moment they're together again, Nagi just doesn't really have the 'urge' to continue evolving. Because when he's with Reo his easy life is practically alr guaranteed as long as he continues to play football.

Reonagi is kinda like Kaiser and Ness, the striker in question is way too reliant on their middle fielder. It's like how Kaiser and Nagi will probably only pass to one person throughout the entire game. Unlike Isagi, who even though his first option will be to pass to either Hiori or Kurona, he will still pass to the others on the team if it can make for a positive outcome.

This is all my own opinion btw, I don't know how accurate this might be but this is what I think from what I've seen with these two. Also, I'm not an Isagi glazer if anyone is coming after me for that. This is just me and my very own biased opinion.

Ps: Kaiser telling Ness to leave him made me sad, yes, but I think it was the right choice?

Anyways, for anyone who's read to then end thanks for coming to my Yap talk, I have a lot to say and no one to say it to. So I just yap on Tumblr, also, it's like 11pm here so I'm excessively yapping. Shit might not make sense cuz I didn't proof read, and I might be saying shit everyone alr knows/repeating words, but like, hear me out guys.

[tetsuooooooooooo]

ok im watching act 3 again to write down my questions and see if anything makes sense this time

edit im 2 eps in this got long as FUCK kjchgxhi come talk to me!!!!! im screeching into the void!!!!!!! americans wake up look at my post!!!!!!!! say everything to me!!!!!!!!!

why are we introducing time travel alternate universes into this story

where did the other ekko go, was he in Our ekkos universe/body or just out of commission, bc that makes no sense i think, if they didnt switch then wheres the ✨symmetry✨

do you think that skye had anything to do with them figuring out the cleaning flowers thing in the AU? and is viktor dead? and jayce in jail? banished? i wonder where skye went here i hope shes living her best not in love with a gay guy life

where the FUCK was the Original-AU heimerdonger when he got bodysnatched by the Our version? they do still call him professor but in Our version he just recently got kicked out of the council so would he still be just freeloadin around zaun at that point in the AU? was he ever councilor?

can everyone on my screen Please stop hurling their guts out from timetraveldisease

if theres no hextech and no anomaly in the AU reality then how did it throw them in it in the first place

ekko is smart but if he was smarter hed stay around to research what needed to happen to make zaun work in this version and save himself time figuring it out from the groundup back home, i think

but also what the fuck COULD have possibly happened to make it so different CUZ LIKE- ok the little flashback bit with vi dying in jayces house- the gang is wearing the same clothes as in Our version, so that would probably indicate that THAT zaun was also in the same state as Our ""original"" version too? right? no? i mean i would say they did put emphasis on clag n mylos clothes being different and more piltovian or whatever idk maybe im onto nothing WAIT NO BECAUSE CLAGGOR WAS MAKING THE DAMN FLOWER TO CLEAN THE POLLUTION SO IF THATS STILL THERE THEN IT COULDNT HAVE BEEN RESOLVED THAT MUCH EARLIER HERE RIGHT

also what the fuck had to be different exactly for enforcers to bust the kids after blowing up a building and not chuck them all in stillwater this time around? did they really care that much about vi dying? was that really the inciting incident for zauns inclusion? marcus? fucking MARCUS marcus? marcus "im gonna bury the lot of you" "deals with the devil to get a 14 yearold put in jail for life"* marcus sees a zaunite girl dead (after breaking into a piltover home and wrecking it) and just goes "aw :c" ? the council of rich businessfucks like salo whod do everything they can to maintain the status quo? is One Dead Kid (still the name of my nonexistent band) really all it takes this time? am i too tough on these people am i dumb if id like some elaboration on how that whole story went or

*to be honest i. dont really get what that Deal thing with silco was about in the first place

wheres Scar aaaat show me my guyy whERES VIKAAA

how did the shimmer story end up in the AU because IF the main change here is vis death then i could believe that silco WAS still already on track with beginning the production at that point if of course singed is also in the same position as Originally

is there a universe where that hammer lands on jayjays head and ends him right there

did silco forgive vanvan before or after zaun gets their "win" in the AU? because my bet is DEFINITELY after

ALSO how the fuck in a city like piltover did they not renovate jayces blown up flat after fuck knows how many years, at LEAST 3 (id wager at least 7 but thats just me so whatever) like city of progress who?? is it just there as like a cautionary tale??? did they put up a lil plaque for jayce after he kild himself?? they just boarded that shit up tho there was nobody there?? why did they leave it like that idk

WHY did heimerdeimer die???? DID he die?? why did he DIE?????? what happens to the AU-Original hongerdonger??? you couldnt have just waited 10 minutes and have powder do allat?? she trusted us right? maybe not

why WAS bonking viktor in the head with the zdrive the answer to our problems

powder knew what she was doing with that innovators cum petition sign right

WHAT the FUCK was that mylo claggor moment like am i inSANE OR WAS THIS SUS AS HELL also (man rapping) put some FUCKING RESPECT on stromaes name

how DID rizzard viktor stop being purple actually. god i still hate that reveal im not smart but i refuse to believe that was good writing

what happened to put that rock in jayces wrist? it wasnt a process it was viktor doing it in a split second why did that need to happen? so he wouldnt lose it? hunh?

no because WHAT IS AMBESSAS FUCKING GOAL HERE IN THE END

does she want kino back? whAT DO YOU WANT WOMANNNN

did that princess girl that got her head sliced off by bessa in the first season actually have anything to do with anything in the end or not cuz im just confuzzled

how does he know that

what does that mean

how does SHE know THAT

what does THAT mean

does loris have the same accent as vik??????

where the fuck did that ginger binch come from in the first place is she from piltover or noxus if shes from piltover what did ambessa give her and when

Neither of them would say ANY of this shit

wonder what vi would say if she saw this conversation before her and cait decided to pork

im just gonna choose to believe she was in there for like 5 hours so her labrador attention span just reset and she chilled out about jinx (actually ykw i guess im willing to believe at this point she doesnt really care that much if jinky offs herself or not)

what the FUCK ARE these goddamn doll puppet thingies viktor makes why are they LIKE that why is THIS the theme here (because orianna and Plot) (but like dyouknow what i mean)

what the fuck was the point of Skye Young as a character in this entire story other than a Gaydar Jammer. with all respect to skyvik stans but like. what is it.

lmao you abandoned them much before that guys

we stan a I Gave You Food And A Roof Why Are You Sad You Ungrateful Ingrate queen

it REALLY DOESNT DOES IT JGHCCGHIBC

why DID skye die again? they wouldnt have just? integrated? again? or smthn? why is this a one-passenger ride all of a sudden? we already got a hivemind thing goin? whatsup?

[torumin]

"I am the strongest"

Synopsis - Gojo comforting you after you have a nightmare<3

A/N - Fluff cuz I need some happiness in my life huehue :'] Also, requests are open<3

You were no new to nightmares but they were progressively getting worse

They were mostly the same but this time it was more terrifying

You could not save Gojo…. You had one simple job to do, just kill the curse and you weren’t even capable of doing that.

Useless as ever, can’t even save the man you love with every atom in you.

There laid Gojo covered in blood and unconscious.

This couldn’t be right… he is the strongest, he should be fine right? Wrong.

Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer, the love of your life, was on the ground, lifeless.

The shine in his eyes was gone, the usual warm smile was now replaced with a dull expression.

No matter how much you tried to wake him up he didn’t, he didn’t even move. He was gone.

That’s when you woke up, breathing heavily, tears streaming down your face.

The first you did was check up on him, you yanked the blanket he was sleeping with and checked for any injuries that you saw in your dream.

The sudden movement woke Satoru up. He was surprised to say the least.

“What the-”

That’s when he saw your state, tears streaming down your pretty face.

“Hey hey hey shhh what happened?” He asks you in a low voice as to not scare you more than you already are.

“S-Satoru I am so-so sorry” you sob “I-I couldn’t even save you”.

He immediately knew that you probably saw a quite gruesome nightmare. He knew how bad they can get sometimes as he himself was bothered by them quite a lot.

He hugged you tightly “Hey it’s alright, I am here. I am not going anywhere.”

You were sobbing hard, he hated seeing you like this. You, his pretty baby so sad and crying. It hurts his heart to see you in this state.

“I want you to take a breathe for me alright sweetheart?” He is still hugging you or should I say you were not letting go off of him as he would disappear.

“It’s alright, look at me, I am amazing as ever.” He says as he plants a soft kiss on you forehead.

His voice was like magic, you can feel all your worries disappear whenever he talks to you in such a soft and loving voice.

“Should I go and get some water for you sweetheart?”

You shake your head “I am coming with you” and just like that now you two are going towards the kitchen with you hanging on to Satoru like koala.

He chuckles at you lightly as he sets you down on the kitchen counter. He goes and gets you a glass of water which you gladly accept.

“Don’t worry about me like that baby, you know I am the strongest right? Nothing can happen to me” He says while flexing his biceps.

“yeah yeah whatever” You tease him.

“Whatever? what do you mean by that you don’t think I am strong? Damn baby you are breaking my heart” He says while acting all dramatic.

You can’t help but laugh at his action.

“You are so cute, you know that?” Satoru says while smiling, looking at you with eyes full of love.

“mhm, but not as cute as you” You say while pinching his cheeks.

He chuckles and picks you up “shall we go back to sleep then?”

“okay” You smile and kiss him softly on his cheek.

You two get back to the bed, you laying on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. You never want him to ever leave you. He is the best thing that has happened to you and you love him with all your heart.

“Goodnight, love.”

“Goodnight, ‘toru.”

©ALL CONTENT BELONGS TO TORUMIN DO NOT REPOST OR MODIFY MY WORKS WITHOUT MY PERMISSION

[ferg0s]

Free will is crazy cuz I can just write what I want 😈 and guess what? I am. Idc if it’s plot-ically incorrect. It’s called fanfic for a reason

Kunigami was a strong partner. Unlike the horror stories you had heard from the other girls and their partners, the constant bickering and power struggle, had you wondering how Kunigami was off the field. You had only ever talked to him one time when it wasn’t on the training sessions, and that’s when you first met. The brief introduction seemed to be the only time both of you made any effort to talk outside of the optimal strategies to scoring a goal.

You pull the collar of your shirt away from your body, hoping to let some air in and dry out of the sweat. You had been consistently in the upper middle section of the leader board, which wasn’t bad by any means - but you could do better. The both of you could. Which is why Kunigami had offered the idea of extra training sessions, which had the two of you up at the ass crack of dawn standing infront of the hologram goalie, who’s difficulty had been set to the max. You both had underestimated how difficult that would be.

“That was good!” You heard him chime up as he walked over to you, his eyes wide and full of life, a contrast to yours. Tired and filled with fustration. “We could be better-“ you grumble as you let go of your shirt, turning to face him. “I think we’re making good progress-“ “let’s try again,” you cut him off as you begin to walk away.

You didn’t trust his cheery nature that much. Always positive. Always there for you when you were heaving for air with a water bottle in hand. You had heard the other girls talk about how the guys had tried to hit on them. Pretending to be gentlemanly and then suggesting to take a stroll into the locker room. It made you and all the other girls take everything they said when a grain of salt. You all had to deal with shitty uniforms and the constant threat of losing your dreams - more severely that the guys did - and the last thing you needed was to entertain the hormones of a guy you’d never see again.

After the brutal failure of your morning training, you sit down by the goalie. Needing to take a breather after that pathetic shot you took. You heard footsteps come towards you, stopping next to you as he sat down beside you. “We did good.”

God he was so optimistic.

“We have to do better-“ “we’re better than before.”

You turn to look at him, and sensing that, he turned to you.

“I already think you’re better than most of the guys I know-“ “don’t flatter me.”

Maybe it was due to your aching body, the frustration from not scoring a single goal, or the fact that you were about to have a heat stroke due to the clothes. Whatever it was. It seemed like you were taking it out on his encouraging words.

He seemed stunned at that, closing his mouth and looking at the goal post. You sigh, standing up. “I’ll see you after breakfast.”

~

Kunigami wouldn’t consider him an expensively good person, but he knew he wasn’t a liar. When he said something, he meant it. And he meant that you were good. Given your stature and physique, it was obvious that you were pushing yourself beyond your limit. And excelling at that. He liked that. He admired that.

~

Another day, another painfully brutal realization that you weren’t at the level you wanted to be. And it seemed like you were sweating more today than any other day. You swore it was hotter in the facility than normal. You waved your hand, signalling a break. You never did this. In the middle of a match. You and Kunigami did small 1 on 1s often, just something to test your individual skills, but you couldn’t bare it. Your face has a visible sheen to it, and your hair stuck to your forehead. The visible sweat stains didn’t help.

“I need a minute-“ you say as you walk over to the side, plopping down against the wall and feeling the cold wall get damn from the sweat on your back.

“I can’t believe they make you wear that uniform-“ Kunigami said as he walked over to you. Holding both your water bottles. He gently tossed it to you before you began to drink out of it like you had never drank water before. “It’s supposed to be temporary-“ you grumble. But it wasn’t looking like it. “We can cut it short to-“ “No.”

He sighed.

“You’re gonna pass out from exhaustion-“ “I’m fine.” “You’re hot.” He stated, realizing his poor choice of words. “I mean - youre clearly over heating and…”

But the damage was done. He could tell by the way you were glaring at him that he should shut up.

That’s why the next day he brought over a shirt and shorts for you. His shirt and shorts. Holding it out for you, as you stared at him in confusion. “The material is thinner.” He stated, explaining how it would be better for you to wear these instead of the uniform you had on. You could smell the laundry detergent on them - freshly washed. You hesitantly took them, thanking him. The white shirt was better than the dark blue uniform shirt they had you in. But in the midst of practice, you didn’t notice that the thin white material make the bra that you wore very visible. The colour peaking through. Which is why the next day Kunigami came back with another shirt.

You were confused, and his awkward explanation didn’t help.

“Because - umm- you know-“ he said as he gestured to his chest. “I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable- or worry about changing or something - because I know girls-“ no he didn’t. He didn’t know that girls didn’t give a shit, but he was trying his best. Which he found endearing. You had heard stories from the other girls, and his little gesture of respect was a far cry from the things you had heard.

“Thank you.”

It was the first time you had smiled at him. And he was thrown off guard by it.

~

When the spandex uniforms arrived, it seemed like the guys were more happy than the girls. For obvious reasons. A bunch of hot girls in skin tight clothes? What guy couldn’t resist to look at it?

Everyone had heard the passing remarks and could feel the stares. Did any of you care? Not particularly. It wasn’t like you guys hadn’t done the same. But to this extent? No. You guys had some decorum. But sometimes it was hard not to ignore. In the gym, you ready yourself as you get on the mats by the weights, ready to do some squats. You didn’t even notice that other people had come in until you heard some hushed whispers, turning your head to see a group of guys staring at your direction - trying to make it seem like they werent.

The way the gym was laid out, you would have to turn your back to them to watch you from in the mirror. something you didn’t appreciate. You try to brace yourself for the stares as you begin to load the weights on the bar. Kunigami had walked in just at that time, hoping to get a last minute run in before going to bed. He knew what was happening before he even saw who was doing it. He spotted your uneasy look a mile away, having become somewhat accustomed to your facial expressions.

You were about to start when you heard sometimes voice.

“I’ll spot you.”

It was Kunigami. And his suggestion sounded like a demand more than anything. You wanted to protest, but it was safer having a spotter. You obliged. He stood behind you, watching your form in the mirror. Standing infront of you and shielding you from prying eyes. A pattern you came to realize soon after. The way he’d always be a step behind you whenever the two of you were walking through the halls of the facility. Always stepping directly behind you when another guy was near by.

You wondered if he was massive creep. Staying a few steps behind you and masquerading as a nice guy to catch a glimpse, but little did you know that his eyes were glued to the nape of your neck.

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Pre wild card Kunigami is the loml. Post wild card Kunigami would call me a slur 100%

[brucewaynehater101]

AU idea inspired from I Don't Belong Here (I Wish I Was Special) on ao3 and the atla bnha swap au here on Tumblr

So we got the Bad Timeline with the BadFam, which are a lot like in the fic, trauma and abuse goes unaddressed or horrifically handled

But to toss Human!Tim a bone, Kon and Bart do come back to life, so he at least the Core four of YJ is all together again

(when I type YJ assume I mean the core four but if you want I can also mean all of YJ)

Unfortunately Tim is ✨Traumatized✨ and unwilling to cut ties with the BadFam cuz their "stability" is one of the things keeping him sane

And then we have the Hybrid Timeline, with their BatFam, Bruce is a bat or bird hybrid, Alfred is a hybrid (dealers choice), Dick is a robin hybrid, all the other kids are their own bird hybrids

And all the Wayne (Alfred too if you choose) have wings

In this timeline being an animal hybrid is the norm! Which adds another layer of identity shenanigans for aliens like Kryptonians who already had it hard enough feigning humanity

And also this Batfam? They did the impossible. They are !!emotionally healthy!!

Oh shit happens, mental health spirals, Jason died and came back and it was whole emotional rollercoaster, except Batman didn't bataraang his kid, first thing he did after learning Jason was alive was kidnap his son again and trap him in the nest and broody chicken style until he snapped out of his instincts

And then he nabbed his bio son cuz Jason snitches on Talia or Talia wants what's best for her son and an assassin's cult is NOT it, so she sent the kid his way

Batman here isn't abusing his kids, Robin was never fired, it got passed down from Dick to Jay.

I could rave on and on how the Batfam here is happy and healthy as can be but I got an AU to present

So the BadFam is on a mission, magical artifacts are involved, Red Robin secures it but uh oh, once the mission is over he accidentally activated it in the Batcave and the next thing the BadFam know?

Red Robin's still there, except, uh number one the very pretty wings, and also he looks healthier, like his needs are being taken care of

When he breaks out the "alt-self dimension-swap code" they know what they're dealing with and establish their Tim is stuck in a Hybrid world due to an artifact and vice versa

But what really matters is how jarring it is for Hybrid!Tim to be with a world without hybrids as the norm; people with his family's faces so hostile to each other; hostile to him in his eyes; nobody to give his instincts and hybrid side their needs

Under the guise of professionalism and "I have a family to return to" and using the fact the BadFam knows only what he shares of his home dimension, Hy!Tim keeps as much of a barrier between him and the BadFam as he can

He's from a family that spoils one another's instincts and social needs. One that does do jack shit about their issues and communicates about them. A family that isn't cannibalizing itself

Suddenly being with what feels like a bastardized version is scary and he does not like it

On Human!Tim's end, he's suddenly with a family that doesn't hate him and is willingly to help him

They're welcoming and it's unnerving?? And he has a family to return to, a mission to be loyal to. Oh God, what's gonna happen to his other self?

Exactly 24 hours after the first swap, the Tims swap back again and they figure out that for a limited but long time, they're gonna swap places every 24 hours

So they gotta get some help or tech that will cancel out the magic and since they dunno when it stops, they don't want the magic to run it's course and bam, both Tim's are dimensionally misplaced

Thankfully whoever and whatever a Tim has on their person during a swap comes with them so they can trade progress with eachother

Anyways, what matters after the second swap since the artifact's activation is that Hy!Tim instantly snitches to his family on all the red flags the BadFam raised during his time with them

And also no hybrid instincts or amenities, it was not a Good time for him, family nesting time please? :(

So while Hu!Tim thinks he's got any chance of a Good Grade in having people pay as little attention to him as possible during this trial, he's got another thing coming with the third swap when suddenly the whole family is checking on his well being

Hu!Tim grew up neglected and abused and would very much like no eyes on him, amd for all the freedom possible. He is screeching in indignation

But hey, his own family also wants him to stay with em so maybe they can convince the Hybrid Fam otherwise!

And his back hurts more than ever, but he'll get that treated once the artifact's magic ends, no need to bring it up

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To Word of God the subtext; the artifact swaps the two Tim's every 24 hours and is slowly making Tim a bird hybrid himself and eventually he's gonna burst wings in a Gorey way

But before the wings and maybe after comes talons, bird noises, and instincts, which he might take a while to clock in on and will make his time away from the hybrid timeline more and more miserable as his transformation progresses

Dealer's pick if he's the same species as Hy!Tim or not

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So Hu!Tim hides as much as he can get away with from the Badfam to draw as little animosity from them as possible but does the same with the HybridFam to try and protect the BadFam's name from stains on their reputation (ignoring his own)

Hy!Tim is gathering all the evidence on the BadFam's sins and other people's to make a sufficient case against them and to convince Hu!Tim to be adopted by his family

Oh yeah, it'll be fun if the two Tim's had notebooks they placed near them before their swaps to talk with eachother

Hell maybe one or both of their notebooks gets stolen by like a rogue and that could be an episode or chekhov's gun and— idk where to go w/ it

On top of that, Hy!Tim finds every excuse he can to hangout with Young Justice instead of the BadFam because he trusts YJ more than them to the point he feels safe to tell them the whole truth and even go as far as to nest with them and let em preen his wings

Eventually he asks em "my family is gonna kidnap my new brother, can I do the same with you?"

Okay not exactly with those words but that's the vibes

Let's say they agree and he holds onto the Badfam timeline's YJ during the swap and now there's double trouble

But also the BadFam and rest of the hero scene is wondering where the FUCK the YJ went after it becomes obvious they're missing

Hu!Tim is confused why he woke up in a nest in Titans Tower and why he wants to lie down there forever but it also makes him unhappy in a way

Hy!Tim only figures out afterwards what kind of mess he's made, but no take backs! He and Young Justice are Twinning!!! He'll just cover his tracks once's the swap happens again

Honestly two dimensional versions of YJ—one where humanity is the default, and another where hybrids are—interacting would be fun to see

Hybrid Batfam is exasperated because Tim you can't keep adopting and kidnapping like you're Bruce!

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Me thinks that while Hy!Tim hides as much as he can, Hu!Damian, knowing his animals, clocks in on all the signs that Hy!Tim is miserable with the Badfam, doing loads of bird stuff that indicates him feeling unsafe and in danger and whatnot

What does Human!Damian do with this knowledge I wonder . . .

Maybe on the other side, Hybrid!Damian catches onto Hu!Tim becoming a hybrid and snitches and now Hu!Tim's chances at not getting adopted are down the gutter for good

Does the BadFam ever pick up on the possibility they're gonna be double-crossed or do they learn when it's too late? both routes would be fun to explor

There's also the fact that Hu!Tim isn't the only victim of abuse, neglect, and etc. in this family, it's entirely possibly that the Hybrid!Batfam will look at Human Damian, Jason, Steph, and Cass, etc. and draw up adoption plans for them too

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I'm not abusing the fact that anything and anyone a Tim has on or touching their person swaps with them enough

Like maybe Hy!Tim brings over Jason, Damian, Steph and Cass (maybe Duke if he's with the BadFam yet) and plants the idea of being with his family away forever, away from their Batman

And now there's a third party in this game, one that can turn on itself and fracture at any moment

A third party in this game who has limited time to choose between cutting ties with their very dimension for a family practically clones of their own and themselves

Or they can go against that option. They can go as far as to reveal the double-crossing planned against the Badfamily by the Hybrid family

Seeing the infighting and discussions between them would be fun

Timothy the human? Well he isn't gonna be human much longer now is he, nor does he have much of a choice in this matter

I'm not paying attention to Dick, or Barbara or Alfred, either of em, at all lol, so sorry about that

Maybe Hu!Tim becomes desperate and swaps his Bruce and Dick (maybe even Bats Hy!Tim swapped) with him to try and get all three of them to help convince the Hybrid Fam that he doesn't not need rescuing from the Badfam at all

It goes poorly and maybe that's what gets the BadFam to wonder if they're gonna be double crossed or set the suspicion in stone if it already exists

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I can imagine Hu!Jason trying to justify Titans Towers and etc. with his excuses of Replacement and whatever, only for Hybrid!Jason to go "me too bitch, you're not special, you're just an asshole (traumatized, yes, but that doesn't excuse shit)"

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Finally, I imagine that where the BadFam is abusive, the Hybrid Batfam is Dark with some of it being attributed to hybrid instincts, and the rest of it's just personality

Batman doesn't kill because Killing is Kind, it's a fix doing nothing to address the problem, the Killed in question

This Batman and by extension, his baby birds, will not have death be the end, you are going to live with you actions and decide what to do from there

When Jason died? Bruce Wayne gunned for Joker and ruined the criminal career. Tearing and gnawing at bones and flesh, enough that countless doors to his villainy were brought down the drain; it would be easier to become a contributing member to society

The Joker proved himself a threat to his fledgelings and it couldn't stand

Gotham's criminal scene learned better afterwards

Canary of the Coalmine, that Joker was

Maybe Hy!Tim swaps Hu!Joker so his family can fuck him up big time

Hy!Tim is just kidnapping everyone he can get his hands on for either adoption or to beat the absolute crap out of them.

Having so many duplicates in one universe could cause problems, but I think they could work it out. The shenanigans they get up to would be ridiculous and hilarious. I feel bad for Alfred if they don't kidnap Hu!Alfred as well. I do have another idea, though.

What if Hy!batfam kidnap YJ and the batfam (minus Bruce) for just an extended period of time? Like they spend a few months to years there depending on their needs? Then, after they teach they to communicate with each other, they release them back to their OG universe.

When they go back, they find that Hu!Bruce and Hu!Joker are gone. The Hy!Batfam kidnap both of them for a bit to beat the crap out of them. Hu!Joker is returned when he can no longer be a criminal.

Not sure about Hu!Batman.

Also, the Hy!Batfam often visit the Hu!Batfam and YJ. They do like a cross universe long-distance relationship. As far as Tim, though, since he's turning into a hybrid, maybe he permanently moves in with the Hy!Batfam due to his needs with his instincts. That, or somehow the Hu!Batfam figure out how to help them. Though, maybe Bart wouldn't stay in the OG universe if Tim moved. Kon has Ma and Pa Kent (maybe Jon and Clark depending on how that's going), and Cassie has her mom and others. Maybe they still go with Tim despite that. Dealer's choice, ig?

It's an interesting AU, and I'm glad you shared!