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verysanebsdfan · 11 months ago

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𝑲𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒂 𝒁𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒄𝒌 𝒙 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒂!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

Request: And also one where reader is very similar to misa misa from death note !! She's a famous model w kira as her nen and she joined the Hunter to try and see what else she could do!!

Hii!! This is a story to a second part of this request, I hope you like it.

Also i havent watched Death note since like 3 years ago so it may not be all so accurate, the personality i mean !!

tw: mentions of murder and manipulation, headcanons so if dont like it dont read, okay it feels more like a story but kshssksksj

Its longer than i like and expected

MASTERLIST!!

Idk if i understood it correctly, but your nen will be an entity of sorts, Kira, who owns something like a death note but the person doesnt have to die, they can just do whats written in it and then go on with living.

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ꨄ︎ Getting tired of your modeling career was something to be expected, the toxic beauty standarts were very annoying, also having people behind your back constantly was just draining, so you ran away.

ꨄ︎ You being an exceptional child learned nen at a very young age, thanks to your nen teacher, so you figured you could expand your abilities and go to take the Hunter exam, I mean people say it's hard right?

ꨄ︎ Upon arrival you immediately notice some interesting people, so far, mostly number 44, who's aura is very interesting, however its pink!! How cute !!

ꨄ︎ Waiting for some time bored you very much, but more interesting people started appearing like number 301, 99 or 294. Only 301 and 44 appeared to know nen though !!

ꨄ︎ How boring !!

ꨄ︎ You bet you could fight and win against all of those people, using your nen ability of course, you might be wondering why did you choose an ability like this, well it is really simple. In the world of modeling and acting, you need people to like you and do what you want, whether it's to not go through some stuff you don't want to, or to higher your pay, maybe just living comfortably. But from whatever point of view you look at it, it's useful.

ꨄ︎ Waiting for few more hours, and being in a room with other 404 applicants was honestly suffocating. You could basically cut through the tension in the air. Everyone was so tense, guys chill it won't be that hard !!

ꨄ︎ I mean i am sure it is the stares that everyone is giving Tonpa, who is currently trying to poison some newbies, number 403, 404 and 405. How interesting...

ꨄ︎ Being led through a very long tunel was also very interesting, i mean, the people here are dropping like flies, losers.

ꨄ︎ But being approached by a green kid who told you that you look strong was something you didn't expect, you thought you hid your strenght well !!

ꨄ︎ But he was fun to hang out around, so you stayed, getting joined by another kid your age later on, number 99, one of the interesting people here.

ꨄ︎ And that is when your life finally started getting interesting.

(why is the beggining longer than headcanons i usually do ;-;)

ꨄ︎ Exploring the airship with the two boys made it really interesting, especially hearing their bacstories, why is everyone here fatherless or has a toxic family...including you, the stare you got from Killua when you told them your parents were assassinated was wild...He might know, you figured, but of course it couldn't have been him, he is not strong enough for that yet...

ꨄ︎ Then getting separated from them in the third and partially fourth phase too was very boring, it was so quiet without them...

ꨄ︎ After you passed the exam, and went to save Killua from his crazy family, you were all together again, and training to get stronger. Mostly on the punching bags in the Heavens Arena...uhhh Humans

ꨄ︎ Unfortunately many people have recognized you, since you were a model and acted in a lot of movies, how annoying, so Killua started being protective over you, subconsciously though. (too ooc?)

ꨄ︎ Months after that, while you guys were on the Whale Island, Killua decided to tag with you and Gon while he finds his dad and you find the person who murdered your parents. Sweet.

ꨄ︎ During the Yorknew arc having been recognized by even more people was so annoying, i mean you couldn't even partake in Kurapikas plan !! At least not like Gon and Killua, what a shame...you could just write some stuff and the boss of the Phantom Troupe could come to you !!

ꨄ︎ Either way, surviving all this while slowly catching feelings was very good. As you got into the game, Greed island and later reunited with your nen teacher, Bisky, everything seemed ideal, at least until you had to leave, it was so fun here !! No anoying 12 year olds fawning over Killua when you walked on the street, it is wrong to kill children after all, no perverted men eyeing you up and down- that was a lie, but still... it is wrong to kill people in general but the latter was fun

ꨄ︎ And now you had to fight some stupid BUGS ?! no.

ꨄ︎ Of course you will, you cannot just leave them, i mean the only thing stopping you are your feelings, but that doesn't change anything...

ꨄ︎ Of course after all this mess you were brought into, you weren't able to confess either. It hurts. It really does, but Gon...he is in bad condition so you gotta set the priorities straight.

ꨄ︎ In the end, Gon met his father, and you met Alluka, how cute, blurting out that you love her brother wasn't so cute, but hey, she supports you !!

ꨄ︎ Telling Killua that you love him right before leaving to kill his older brother who killed your parents wasnt cute either. But hey who cares right ?? We only live once, and you want to kill Illumi Zoldyck you might not live much longer, what do you have to lose.

ꨄ︎ Him trying to stop you wasn't very flashy either...

ꨄ︎ But you cannot leave him now can you ?? Illumi will wait, after all, who can kill him if not you ??

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anundyingfidelity · 1 year ago

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I'M A RUIN — Soldier Boy/Ben (Part VIII)

Series summary: After the events of the Seven Tower, you present Grace Mallory a new secret project you're working on already to develop a cure to Compound V. The only problem? You need Soldier Boy for that.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female reader.

Word count: 5.1k.

Warnings for series: set after S3 (spoilers), some OOC!Ben, some depressed!Ben, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, slow-burn, language, PTSD, reader has Compound V (she's no Vought supe tho), Soldier Boy being an usual asshole, reader is a fucking liar.

Warnings on this chapter: irresponsable parent, one suicide thought, nudity, implied bisexual reader, misoginist thoughts, Homelander (!!!!), SMUT, hate/rough sex, unprotected sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, dirty talking, some degrading, slight choking, bitchy reader.

Notes: i might wrote more than intended here lmao but the smut is here finally you sinners, give this reader a trophy for the strongest bitch ever to resist soldier boy, well deserved!! hope you like it lol, and thanks for reading as always!!

this fic tags: @k-slla @syrma-sensei @mostlymarvelgirl @cheynovak @drasticemotions @soldirboy @deans-spinster-witch @girlsforpjm @artemys-ackles

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GEN MASTERLIST! — SERIES MASTERLIST!

Part VIII: Tamed

2009

"Baby, how was your audition today?" your mother asked once you entered the kitchen.

Your suit was long gone along with the great smile you put on before leaving early that day. But she was different. She was all honey and candy, putting on the happiest face ever. And you knew it wasn't because of you.

"I'm not doing that shit," you spit harshly. This was your way of delivering the news now.

Her eyes widened as she closed the distance between both. You looked down to your feet, not wanting to see her disgusting face. You felt her hands on your shoulders and your body tensed under her touch.

"Why?! This is your dream, honey! You have to do it!"

You quickly pulled away from her.

"No! Mom, you did this to me!" your voice came out loud and shouting. "I just wanted to be normal! But you always influenced me to do this and go after Vought, I don't fucking want that! Those supes are fucking assholes and everything around them is a damn lie!"

She was startled, you could tell that from the way her eyes widened and her mouth fell open as she placed her hand on top of her heart, pretending to be hurted. It was the first time you talked back to her like that.

Since you were a child, you did everything she asked you to. You never complained, never stood up for yourself. You didn't have a choice, nor an opinion that mattered. Your mother picked everything for you. Your clothes, your behavior, your food, your studies, your dreams... Today, you decided it was over. She was over controlling your life.

Your mother scoffed, a sly smile on her lips as she tried to touch your arm softly. Giving a step back, you shook your head saying 'no'. She sighed.

"Honey, this isn't you. And Vought, this is your dream. The Seven are your dream. Now, why don't you go back and-"

"I said no."

You cut off her stupid words with a straight voice. Her smile dropped in a second and you saw her eyes darkening.

"Y/N, this is not what your father wanted for you. We didn't raise you like this," she hissed through her teeth.

"Don't talk about dad. You don't care about him, you never did. Fuck, you don't care about me!" you raised your voice, fighting the tears in your eyes and the knot on your throat.

You were so sick of being weak. She raised you to be like it. Soft, fragile, compassionate, cute, playing the dumb rich girl with no brain and forcing you to not show your intelligence to others... It was all a façade. It was easier for her to manipulate you if you pretended to be stupid. Since her pregnancy, all you were for her was a cashback. Your father already had an heir, and what could be better if that heir was also part of The Seven, the most powerful supes of the planet. Of course, Vought shares would be higher than ever and your mother would be even more disgustingly rich. And you would be giving everything away for free. It wasn't fair for your selfish mother to suck your life away like this. But in the end, she didn't care.

"I'm not staying here. I'm leaving," you continued, crossing your arms on your chest. "I want my part of dad's inheritance, and I'm gonna be a fucking doctor and show off my brain after decades of hiding it, I've had enough of you stopping me."

"No, no, baby, you can't do this to me–"

"If you don't, I'll sue you and expose you, Vought and Homelander on a fucking trial."

She scoffed. You could see the tears forming on her eyes, but you weren't sure if they were because of you leaving or because you were threatening her money.

"You won't do that. They'll kill you."

"I don't care, I already tried to kill myself. They'd be doing me a favor."

At your confession, her jaw clenched and she tightened her fists.

"Fucking brat. Someday, when you regret running away from me, don't come back. You're just a disappointment for me, ever since you were a stupid child. Everything you are is useless and worthless, and I regret ever putting you in my womb."

Your brows furrowed when she spilled those harsh words, and you fought the urge of hitting her until she passed out.

"Don't think I ever told you, but yeah, you weren't a natural conceive. Yeah, we used his sperm and everything. The point is- I didn't want fucking kids, but your dad, ugh god, he did. And I gave you to him. All I get to say is, I was better without you. Probably if I should've waited just a little, my child wouldn't be a fucking ungrateful piece of shit standing right here," she gave you a grin. A sick one, as her fingers ran through your hair like she used to when you were a little girl.

You wanted to knock her off and run. But you just stood there, biting the inside of your cheek and tasting your own blood as she finally revealed herself to you, her daughter. It was clear you meant nothing to her. And you just wished your dad would be alive. He wouldn't force you into that stupid audition anyway.

"I pity you," she mocked. "But if that's what you wanna do, then leave. And don't you dare to come back."

A loud knock on his door woke him up from a deep slumber. Ben rubbed his eyes, groaning at the stupid sound of your voice calling him from the other side over and over. This was becoming a fucking routine he was starting to hate.

"Fucking shit," he mumbled, removing the blankets off his bare body when the door finally opened and you walked inside, stopping by his side of the bed.

"C'mon, Soldier Boy, get your ass up. You didn't wash the dishes last night."

Ben rolled on the bed and looked at the clock in the nightstand. He grunted. "It's fucking 6 A.M."

"Yes, and I have shit to do before I leave grocery shopping," you said, looking around his room. There were clothes everywhere you knew needed a good wash, an open bag with weed on top of the desk, joints and cigarettes, and a bunch of toilet paper littered on the floor you didn't want to know about. "One of them is watching you to make sure you clean the cave you live in."

Ben groaned, cursing under his breath, but stood up from the mattress with a wide grin. He noticed you always did your best to keep your eyes upon his face. Even if it wasn't the first time you had to see him like this, he enjoyed the way your body and face reacted to his naked form. So he got used to sleeping with no clothes on, knowing you'd always come to get him for breakfast. He could get used to it. Except for the part where he had to clean shit. That's why you were there. It was your fucking task to clean everything. Women's duties. But he had to endure the fucking times.

He got to complain to you every single day, every morning, and it was becoming already part of his routine too. But you somehow forced him to clean shit up and then he had to wait for his food, for his weed, lube and more clothes and shit you brought every time you were out. At some point, he thought he could be used to you feeding him up, but he still had a mission and it didn't matter how many times he had been sneaking into every room in your place, checking inside your office, how many times he had been searching through your bedroom on the drawers and smelling your lingerie, he still found nothing. He was pretty sure there was something else he wasn't really seeing yet. And Homelander on the TV along with those fuckers Victoria and Dakota Bob wasn't making his personal mission any easier, nor having no clue of where this kid Ryan was.

"Put some pants on," you said, interrupting his daydream.

"Whatever," Ben rolled his eyes and walked past you, taking a pair of pants from the carpeted floor.

"God, you're so fucking stoned," you mumbled watching as he dressed himself. "Get this mess cleaned after the dishes, I don't want to greet this shithole every morning."

"And what's in it for me, doll?" he asked, passing by your side and getting inside the bathroom.

He never bothered to shut the door closed while taking a piss, and this was, also, something you got used to seeing and hearing. When he finished, he came back with a smirk, stopping his tracks right in front of you.

"Nothing. There's nothing for you, stop acting like a dog begging for a bone."

"Yeah, well I'd like your pretty bones better.”

He gave you a wink and walked out the bedroom. God, he was so damn annoying. You followed him quickly and climbed down the stairs just to make sure he would start washing the dirty dishes from the last dinner you had.

“Make sure to scrub them correctly,” you said as you looked at how he turned on the sink.

Ben grunted in frustration, looking at you from the corner of his eye. It was always the fucking same with you, giving him directions he already knew the whole time.

“Fuck, woman, you’re so fucking annoying. I’m no damn pussy, I can do this without your ass here.”

The way he answered made you grin, getting closer to him until your arm was pressed against his own. “Yeah, I know you’re not stupid. I’m just making sure I’m taming you well.”

Ben’s eyes widened a little, clearly surprised by your boldness but not too much. Because the one who should be taming who, was him towards you. His macho self wouldn’t let a woman treat him like that. It didn’t matter he was hitting on you since the moment he met you in the facility, like doctor and patient. Ben was pretty sure that, besides his own personal payback, you would fall for him eventually. And once you do, because he was pretty sure it’d happen sooner or later, he would give you the best fuck ever. He turned his gaze to you as you looked at him with innocent eyes.

“I’d shut my mouth if I were you, sweetheart,” Ben warned in a low voice, taking in your figure standing so close to him that your warmth could be felt all along his body. “I don’t wanna screw you yet.”

“I take that as a challenge.”

The sun was almost setting down as you drove back home. It took you more than expected to complete the second shopping trip of the week and you were getting tired and spent. Sleep was becoming a privilege at this point. The past nights you had confined yourself to the lab down the bunker, and just now, you felt the cure was ready. Almost ready. The most important component was missing and you were still considering things you might regret later.

The low sound of the radio accompanied your thoughts as you traveled on the road, and the ways you’d like to tell Soldier Boy about all the mess you were getting into under Grace’s supervision, who had just called two fucking times in days. But part of you was afraid Ben wouldn’t understand the importance of a cure. He was a supe, and without his powers, he was fucking nothing. Just like Homelander. Even if he had made it clear that he hated his own son, you doubted to trust him and you felt the same hateful feeling towards you coming from him. At this point, you knew you were just putting up a stupid act.

And you started wondering if it should’ve been easier if you just let him between your legs and take what he wanted. He was a simple man; he saw a fuckable female, he wanted her. Surely you also knew when a man, woman, or anyone was attractive, but you just didn’t want that. You didn’t want him to feel like he won this battle. It was too fucking much, and you stopped sleeping around with strangers a couple of years back. The problem was, Ben wasn’t a stranger anymore, not to you.

Suddenly, a figure landed a few feet away from you on the highway. You hit the brake of your car as fast as your reflexes allowed you to, seeing red, blue and white. Once your car stopped completely, you met with the last person you’d ever wanted to see. Homelander smiled widely as you locked eyes with him through the windshield. He surrounded the car until he came by your side, standing outside your door. You turned on the flashing lights of the car and turned the engine off, it wasn't like you could escape anyway.

“Nice to see you around, doc,” he greeted.

“Why are you following me?”

“I told you before; I have eyes on you.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing tightly the wheel between your hands. “I don't know what you want me to do.”

“Don’t be stupid. That cure won’t see the light, I’m making sure of that,” Homelander leaned on your open window and your head moved away slightly as he studied the insides of your car. “You’re welcome by the way.”

“For what? For trying to kill me? For taking my father’s money for your stupid circus? For touching me?” you hissed.

He chuckled, straightening himself again. “For taking you out, silly.”

A long sigh escaped your lips. “So this is your plan in the end.”

“It always has been. I know every move you make, the stores you go each week, I even know where you’re living right now and how you work your ass off that stupid experiment of yours,” his words made you visibly tense and he noticed, like every little reaction coming from you. “How’s the old man doing by the way?” he asked, as if it was just another chat between friends.

“You make me sick.”

“Oh, no. I want you healthy,” Homelander placed a hand on your wrist. “Please eat well and rest enough. Don’t burn yourself out, honey, it's useless.”

You started shaking your head, confusion fogging your mind at the way he talked like he had something prepared for you. “You’re fucked, Homelander,” you whispered.

You were trying to convince yourself more than him, scared of what he would do to you, forcing you into this twisted mouse and cat game. He just smiled widely at your words, laughing under his breath.

“Once I have you under my mercy,” you continued, holding his gaze. “You’re gonna be fucking nothing. I promise you that.”

His hand wrapped around your neck and for a moment you thought he would kill you right there. “I can’t wait to see you try and fail miserably, I’ll enjoy that show. Might become my favorite.”

Homelander let go of his grip roughly, allowing you to breathe again.

“Fuck you,” you spat back.

He chuckled, straightening himself and walking away from your car, giving you a last glance. “Not yet, doctor. Not yet.”

Once back in the spot where he landed, he flew away and you were left alone on the road. No cars, nor people walking could be seen, but it was better that way. Forcing your hands to stop shaking, you turned the engine on again and started to drive back home. Taking your phone out, you made a call, waiting for the other line to answer. You had to act fast and track that motherfucker down, not caring if you were already regretting what you’d do next.

“So, what’s your story?”

His question surprised you more than you could tell. After dinner nights like this were becoming a really weird habit of him talking shit about this stupid century, how things were better back then and how people got dumber with time. But you never thought Soldier Boy would insist on your past, not since the first night you ate together at the same table. You finished your glass of whisky, not sure if answering his question or not.

You shrugged. “I’m not that interesting.”

Ben drank his own liquor down before asking again. “Let me rephrase that: why do you hate Vought so much?”

“Who says I hate them?”

He studied your face for a moment. The look in your eyes told nothing, but your heart rate and your breathing was always enough for him to know you were fucking lying about it. Ben had started to think of many other things you were hiding from him. But even with all that stupid mask covering you, he wanted to have you. Countless times he tried, he wasn’t going anywhere now. Nobody could resist him, you were just another game to play and he was kind of enjoying it.

“All of you. You scream inside that you want to fuck them up,” he answered. “Believe me, I want nothing more than that.”

“Didn’t you have your own payback some months ago?”

“Yes, but you already know that from my file. I’m asking about you now.”

His intense green eyes and the grit on his words caused you to think exactly what to say. You couldn’t hide it anymore, not everything at least.

“My mom. Vought experimented on her when she was pregnant, that’s why I have powers,” you said, dry and straight to the point.

“How?”

You breathed out, closing your eyes for a moment, not believing he would force you to remember the memories you had been fighting to erase.

“She was paid a huge amount of money. And she hoped her daughter would join Vought someday; she was so wrong about that,” you gave a bittersweet chuckle. “On my eighth birthday, I finally discovered my powers. There was this huge party and a lot of my parent’s rich friends and their kids, whom I didn’t know because I had no friends, were there. And then, I just remember I got overwhelmed by all these people and the attention. I always hated that. And then, my mother couldn’t find me when it was cake time. I was in my room but she couldn’t see me there. Turned out I was invisible… It was the first and the only time I could make my clothes and my shoes disappear with me.”

Ben listened attentively, much to your surprise, as he spoke once again, locking his eyes with yours. “So your powers come from your inner wish of disappearing from your mother’s sight.”

You hummed and nodded your head. “I think that’s a great way of putting it, but yes.”

“Well, I'll take it back. They fucked your life too, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, and they’re still after you anyway.”

He scoffed. “Those fucking cocksuckers. Also, where the fuck is Grace anyway? All the CIA bullshit?” he asked, quickly changing the topic abruptly, his eyes narrowing as he demanded an answer.

“No news from her apparently, nor any agents.”

“Bullshit, your last call with her was a couple of days ago and you said nothing.”

“Why are you so invested in her? You like her?” you mocked, noticing how his resemblance switched from calm to visibly annoyed. There was no fucking way you’d tell him where she was right now.

“Y’know what I’d like? A fucking reasonable answer from you, that’d be perfect,” he snarled, and you knew he was back being stubborn and childish asking the same fucking shit all the time.

“I don’t know, but when I do I’ll tell you,” you responded after remaining silent under his angry stare.

“You’ve been saying the same shit over and over—”

“Okay, so tell me what you want. You want Homelander. Good, and then what?”

He held your stare, you noticed he was trying to keep himself down. “The kid.”

“Ryan?”

“Yes, the fucking brat.”

His hard eyes were not lying and you argued back on it.

“You can’t do that, there has to be another way.”

“Fucking tell me where it is. ‘Cause I see nothing!” he shouted, his voice booming all over the room. “That fucking pussy and his fucking team, they all had him right there. And in a second, Butcher just backed up! I could’ve done it already and we wouldn’t be here, playing dollhouse.”

Spilling the truth was no option right now. He was stupidly pissed right now. But you knew it was cruel to hunt a kid down just because his father had put him into the spotlight thanks to his powers. Ben, on the other hand, was blinded by his hatred towards Homelander, and you knew he was a man of his word. He was more than able to kill Homelander and the boy for a deal, one that was broken because of a weak moment coming from Butcher. Even for your morally gray head, killing Ryan was not an option. At least not now. You hated Homelander, but you probably understood Butcher more than you’d like to admit. Soon, you would think about a plan; where to put the kid after injecting the anti V.

“Let me give you a lead when I can,” you said.

“Tell me why should I trust you.”

“It’s your choice, honestly. Probably you shouldn’t, but I may give you something sooner or later.”

Without waiting for his response, you took the empty dishes to the sink, and Ben followed you with his eyes, taking in the softness of your exposed skin through the short summer dress. He liked the way the fabric hugged your curves and how it fell over your legs, inviting him to have a taste. Ben noticed you putting on shorts and dresses more often the last few days, and he was thankful for the hot weather to be able to see you like this. The past nights, he had jerked off with you in mind, wondering when he’d be the man to put you in place. Perhaps he just needed to try again.

He got on his feet as you talked, but none of the things coming out of your mouth were important as he put his weight behind your body, his hands roaming over your arms before you got to start washing the dirty plates.

“Do you not get tired of trying?” you breathed out.

You felt his rough hands caressing your arms, before moving down your waist, pressing your ass against the bulge growing on his pants. He smiled to himself once he heard the loud gasp coming from your mouth.

“Just tell me you haven’t thought about it,” he whispered, placing his lips down your neck, nipping softly at your sensitive skin, as he massaged your flesh, going to the curve of your ass.

“And when you get this, what?” you asked, turning around to meet his dark eyes. He was practically devouring you with his stare. You’d be lying if you didn’t find him hot, looking at you like that, as if you were the last and only meal that could end his greedy hunger.

He smiled, and whispered cockily against your lips. “You can always ask me for a second round.”

Fuck it.

You captured his lips in an impatient kiss, nibbling at his bottom lip with urgency as you tasted the whisky from his mouth, your breaths mixing and panting as he lifted you up without further effort. Ben walked towards the countertop in the middle of your kitchen, placing you on the surface as he spread your legs. You welcomed him closer, feeling his hands traveling freely under the thin fabric of your dress, feeling the softness of your legs, your inner thighs, until he rubbed over your panties. You let out a moan against his mouth when his fingers found your folds and you held tightly against the corner of the countertop.

“You’re dripping, sweetheart,” he growled, breaking the kiss.

“It’s been a while, ohfuck!”

A shiver ran down your spine as he stretched your pussy with one thick finger, his lips trailed down your neck to your collarbone, sucking and nipping on your skin. Your walls fluttered as he pumped in and out, and your hips set a move on its own. He hissed against your skin as he worked you open and ready for his hard cock, growing excitedly in his pants. A second finger slipped in and you clenched.

Ben smirked and you felt the burning feeling of his beard as he kissed your shoulder. You wondered how he’d feel between your legs, bruising your inner thighs with his big hands and the burning of his facial hair. The frantic fucking from his fingers pushed you to the edge, moaning and panting for air as his thumb played with your clit. You gripped on his forearms, looking for something to hold on tight as you reached that sweet high.

“Fuck, you did so well,” he praised, pulling his fingers out of your pussy, leaving you empty. He brought his wet fingers to your lips and you complied, opening your mouth. You licked his fingers, locking your eyes with his. “Wonder what twirls your pretty mouth has for me,” Ben pushed his fingers further, making you gag for a bit. “I’ve been thinking of hundreds of ways of finally holding your tongue with my cock.”

His other hand wrapped your neck, as he forced you to suck his fingers harder, hitting your gag reflex over and over. He discovered he loved hearing your breathy sounds and the dirty look in your eyes while you sucked his digits. When he pulled out his fingers from your mouth, you took in a deep breath, but the grip on your neck grew tighter as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“You’ll have to go down on me first if you want my mouth,” you whispered against his lips.

Ben could hear your heart racing, and he was sure you got all dizzy and bothered just by his hand. “Oh, is that so?” he rasped.

You rolled your eyes, growing impatient. “Why don’t you shut up and fuck me hard?”

And there it was. They’d always beg for him in the end. He smiled down at you, loosening the grip around your throat. “With pleasure.”

His hands wasted no time in getting rid of your dress, discarding your panties and your bra ripping them in half. You moaned when his palms groped on your tits, playing with your nipples and squeezing them harshly. God, you were getting wet again just by the feeling of his mouth biting on your soft buds. Quickly, you reached for his pants, touching his hard cock over the fabric. Ben growled, feeling the softness of your palm stroking him gently. Good choice not wearing anything underneath. Your other hand tugged at his shirt until it was discarded over the floor, his pants following after.

He got you off the countertop so your feet were on the ground, and turned you swiftly, laying you down on your chest on the cold surface. He massaged the sides of your hips, running down his palms over your ass with a hiss.

“Now this is quite a view.”

You moaned as his fingers played with your entrance. “Fuck, Ben, just do it already.”

“Shit, doll, I love when you beg.”

He stroked his cock with your juices before aligning with your pussy, slowly sliding in your wet heat. He stretched you out inch by inch, and you became a whimpering mess. After a moment of staying still balls deep in your wet core, he snapped his hips against your ass, setting a brutal pace. Loud moans and screams escaped your throat. You couldn’t hold it back anymore. You knew your fingers stopped being enough each time you needed sweet release, and probably you would regret him fucking you later, but right now you didn’t care. His fingers inside your cunt, the way he would handle your body like a feather just for his disposition and to get off with, and now his cock filling you up was becoming too much. But you loved it.

Soldier Boy felt too good inside you, fucking your brains over and over. His hands bruising your hips, groping the flesh of your ass and breasts, as he pounded into you, everything was like heaven and you were sure you’d be spent once it was over. His dark, lusty eyes memorized every inch of your body and the way your pussy engulfed his dick with each thrust. The kitchen was filled with your whimpers and his animalistic growls, mixed with the sound of his skin hitting against your own. He hit on that sweet spot repeatedly, making your walls clench around his cock.

“Jesus, you’re coming pretty quickly today,” Ben teased under his breath, his fingers tangling in your hair pulling your back against his muscular chest. “Wait for me, doll,” he whispered in your ear, satisfied on how fucked out and desperate you were underneath.

“Do it fast, you asshole! Fuck!”

Your pussy fluttered and clenched on his cock as he hit your spot again. With a loud moan, you finally reached the climax you longed for so long, and took his deep, rough thrusts as he fucked you through bliss. His name escaped your throat countless times, coming down from your high. Ben growled, your orgasm and the spasms of your cunt triggered his own, and he finally released himself inside your tight pussy.

And how good it felt to finally have you there, begging and crying for his cock. It was so much better than his own imagination, and he took in great pleasure on fucking the brat out of you. He continued bucking his hips until his white seed started leaking down your thighs, and finally stopped. The only sound in the room being your tired breaths.

“Oh, shit,” you gasped, feeling his grip on your scalp softening.

He sucked on your neck one last time with a cocky grin on his lips. “I told you I’d be a great fuck, sweetheart.”

“I wish you could shut up for once,” you answered back, looking at him from your side, and feeling his cock softening inside you. “I might have my methods.”

He bucked his hips one more time. A whimper escaped past your lips as he pulled you back against his chest in a swift motion, his fingers traced your neckline. “So do I, doll.”

Next Part >>>

#soldier boy x reader #soldier boy x you #soldier boy x female reader #soldier boy imagines #soldier boy x y/n #soldier boy fanfiction #the boys soldier boy #the boys amazon prime #the boys tv #jensen ackles fanfiction #soldier boy/ben #jensen ackles the boys

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sandsorghum · 3 months ago

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The tumblr tagging system is a disgrace for not making me the masterpiece that is this yandere nanami fic 🤧 There's a lot of yandere potential in JJK and ofc I just love seeing my fav portrayed in a darker light. Your writing perfectly conveyed the kind of character Nanami is, he's full of restraint in a tight office suit until his desires and wants are bursting at the seams. Reading the fic felt like a movie or show script that delivered on the psychological horror of it all.

I feel like the scariest part of it all was how realistic and fitting the portrayal of his character and the situation he's forced unto darling was. He isn't too sadistic or or out of character, he isn't just doing it because he's some horny daddy dom, there's merit, explanation and attraction to the reader from his actions. You think he's alright and composed until he isn't. He infantalizes the reader, but it's subtle enough it isn't too cringy or OOC for him. I also like the portrayal of the reader. Like you can kinda get why Nanami fell for her in the first place. She has a playful energy but she's still serious and tactful enough when she's handling him in their horrible situation. She mourns her past but there's still enough chemistry between them that it causes her to slowly have Stockholm syndrome.

Some of the parts I also liked was the mention of mads mikkelsen alluding to Nanami's mix of Danish ancestry and these juicy lines:

- "boa constrictor snug around your waist"

- “You gotta realise there are just some things you can’t exert influence over.” Nanami’s eyes narrow. “I’m not going to give up.”

Based on the few last lines, it implied of the possibility of reader getting pregnant. How's Nanami going to deal with the aftermath of that? Especially since bringing a whole child to this arrangement is going to be tricky?

Hiya Anon! Thank you so much for your generous response and taking the time to read Mise En Place! And NICE CATCH with Mads! Apart from his appearance and ethnicity, I I was also going for a tonal tie in re: some psychological horror, manipulation and obsession that his titular character has in spades in Hannibal.

If the reader got pregnant that opens up A LOT of possibilities, depending on all the involved parties' emotional states. I think this reader could see a future involving starting a family with Nanami back when things were good between them but as with so much else in her current circumstances, motherhood would be less something she's entering into with complete agency, and more a complicated situation to adapt to. I'll roughly outline what I think they'd have to contend with below

TW: Discussions about abortion/possible domestic abuse

Scenario A: They Don't Keep The Child

Nanami would very much want to be a father, but I don't think he's enough of a villain here to override her bodily autonomy, if reader determines she doesn't want to have the child. In the case of a clear and outright rejection that probably means scheduling an abortion. For the first time in a long while he'd have to reckon with what prioritising the reader's emotional+mental (and not just physical) well-being over his own desires means; and he'll either have to face up to the horror of what he's done to her or he will turn away from it.

On the reader's end, Nanami ultimately giving her this choice, may make her think there's room for redemption and earning back a measure of freedom for herself, maybe a kind of self-delusion or complacency about how total the control Nanami exerts over her is, clinging to this one exception he's made for her and not seeing the long-term patterns he's trapped her in.

Also, even if Nanami was a good, non-Yandere partner, this type of situation can still be a harrowing or emotional ordeal which will make her feel more attached to Nanami; and even if she doesn't feel guilty about giving up the child per se, there is no one else who can mourn the loss alongside her in quite the same way and they will seek solace in each other - so to her detriment, I think the bonds between her and Nanami will only get more entrenched.

Both of them probably realise to different degrees how toxic their codependency is, but neither of them would be able to summon the clarity or courage to give up such a twisted "Love". At least, it's far less likely to come from Nanami.

Scenario B: They Keep The Child

If the Reader is undecided about parenthood, Nanami would of course do everything in his power to influence and align their desires, a child would be one more way to tether the reader to him, to exert his control. He might not think of it this way consciously at the start, I think he'd be more caught up in a kind of well-intentioned cautious optimism, but this is reality dictated by their present power dynamic.

Reader on the other hand I think would be wary/weary of conceiving this kid as a bargaining chip, and would feel immensely guilty of thinking about her kid as collateral - but she has to be practical too.

For some folks, preserving life is more of a priority than the actual quality of life, eg the kind of circumstances a kid is born into. A lot of these moral assessments are influenced by culture, upbringing, personal beliefs etc.

I think being susceptible to and given a very real stake in this debate on such existential terms would make Reader empathise with Nanami, especially if she's in the former camp, she'd also have to struggle with her own hypocrisy. There are parallels to Nanami's justifications of how he's making his value judgments about her life, and their representational worth in his. Having endured what she has, how can she subject another person to an existence of captivity? But it's a conflict she has to live with if she won't give up the principle of life being inherently sacred above all else.

So let's say ultimately she decides to have the child. Depending on how far gone she is with the Stockholm's Syndrome, she may choose to make the best of her circumstances, be resigned to her fate being permanently entwined with Nanami's forever. Marriage and all that, a lifetime of fragile delusions.

I think he'd strive to be a decent co-parent in spite of all this, and how awful he was as a partner. She could of course also hold over Nanami the true nature of her relationship with him, threatening to reveal it to their child at a certain age - but this would also hurt her kid and ruin the family forever, so it's not something easily exposed and isn't that much of a trump card, more of a nuclear option.

Alternatively maybe Reader goes with the less passive route, tries to claw back some kind of autonomy from Nanami, even if she isn't going to attempt an outright escape. Maybe she drops a lot of the pretenses, tells him how she really feels, that it's a Love-Hate situation and it's the latter more often than not. Nanami probably reacts badly and tries to keep an even tighter leash on her but even he eventually realises he can't force her to love him back. Cue a lot of grovelling. But this doesn't mean anything if he doesn't change his ways, or let her go.

If he does, he'd be right to assume he's lost her forever and he would end up in a heavy, depressive spiral; a whirlpool the reader may not be strong enough to avoid being sucked into. She still cares for Nanami deeply, and he's the father of her child after all so she'd be immensely conflicted and tempted to return to his side to support him or stop him from doing anything reckless. I'm not sure how they would navigate a healthy dynamic from there, but a period of separation would definitely be necessary. Nanami would have to demonstrate his contrition and control by maintaining those boundaries and gradually earning back her trust - but even that might not be enough. It's plausible that she never wants to be romantically involved with him ever again. Maybe he just becomes some guy who sends the checks. Or maybe they go to counseling and therapy and try to figure things out. Redemption, forgiveness and healing is not entirely impossible, but it will be a long, laborious road for them both.

The most dramatic but in some ways, also reasonable, alternative is she makes a clean break from Nanami. Logistically it's not feasible for Nanami to keep her under lock and key 24/7, so maybe at some medical appointment she figures out a way to signal for help and gets rescued. She'd probably get a restraining order against Nanami or better yet, move out of Tokyo, surviving albeit with profound emotional scars.

I'm afraid they're all rather bleak scenarios and unfortunately this is still the reality for a lot of women or people in unequal partnerships, combined with certain societal expectations. The oppression and control manifests in a variety of ways, some even more extreme than the sort portrayed here. But I hope the more grounded approach I took with this story serves as a sombre reminder of why that oppression must be resisted, and how to look out for others in similar situations. Thanks for reading.

#nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #nanami kento x y/n #nanami x y/n #kento x you #kento x reader #kento x y/n #sandsorghum

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thetrueharmony · 9 months ago

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Hello there, citizens of Rotomblr. It is I, the one and only Ghetsis Harmonia. I was told this was the 'place to be' by some of my friends and I couldn't just stay away after being told that, now could I? I believe the pronouns I use are called he/him. And no, I am not wanted in Unova, whoever says otherwise is lying. Nobody likes a liar. I was also told my kids were on here, now isn't that great! I truly hope they've all become less of a disappointment.

Oh and of course, you can't forget my pokemon. I still have my full team, do not worry! Cofagrigus Bouffalant Seismitoad - Osric Bisharp Eelektross and finally, my beloved Hydreigon. - Lenox

Hello there, Hello there!! Im the mod here for this wonderful blog! This is my second time ever playing a canon character, and I haven't touched B2/W2 in years, so Ghetsis might be a little OOC! I will do my absolute best to keep in line with his canon character. I also have my own mix of head canons for him. PLEASE, if you read nothing else down below, read the trigger warnings. That is a requirement if you ever want to set up an event or character connections. You may feel free to call me Alexander or Alex! I really don't care at this point ^^' I go by he/they, and whatever neos you want just not it/its, please! Mun is 16! Ghetsis may be an old man, but I am not!!

ANY INTERACTION IS ALLOWED! Pelliper mail/malice : Allowed

Musharna mail/malice : Allowed, but nothing about nsfw topics

Mystery gifts: Allowed

Magic anons : Allowed In character hate/anon hate : Allowed, encouraged even! Ooc questions : Allowed

ANYONE is allowed to interact here! Whether you're fallers, eery deebys, hybrids, ocs, self-inserts, etc, you are welcomed here! I love any type of interaction.

Please discuss anything offscreen with me beforehand before you do anything. THIS IS AN IMPORTANT BOUNDARY.

BOUNDARIES

Mod is 16, Ghetsis is in his early 40s. Suggestive stuff is fine, nsfw is not. Anything that I personally find uncomfortable will be ignored and deleted.

If/When long interaction threads occur, I will only start tagging them with 'long post' after they hit 20. Otherwise, it will be untagged.

Feel free to contact me if you ever wanna set up a relationship with Ghetsis! Always open to more people talking to him!! CONTENT WARNINGS :

Experimentation, Mentions of war crimes, Mentions of terrorism, emotional abuse or manipulation, alcohol abuse, mentions of child abuse (<- very rare), stalking, drugs/drug usage List always subject to change.

#pokeblog rp #pokeblogging #pokeblr #pokemon #pokemon irl #rotomblr #intro post #pinned intro

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cryo-and-condescension · 6 months ago

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"You'd like a photo with me? Sure, darling, come here."

"My name would be Janus, I'm a bit of a new Magicam influencer. My dream is to be as popular as the Vil Schoenheit himself. Or maybe just a little more, I do have the allure for it, no?" The young man smirked, bringing a hand up to frame his fair-skinned face.

He looked to be in his first or second year at least, but his height was on par with Rook's. His entire physique screamed confidence, though maybe that was expected for someone in Pomefiore.

"If you could not tell already, my dorm is Pomefiore, ruled under by our brilliant star, Vil. Isn't he the most fair of them all? I just want to get a glimpse of that true beauty under all of that makeup he wears."

Backstory / More Information

Janus Wynter is twisted from the Snow Queen Jadis from the Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. He is a very condescending and manipulative person, often appearing sweet and sometimes desperate for attention from Vil, but he is an absolute jerk to most people. He is nice to his growing fanclub, as he is still a growing influencer and he appreciates all of his fans for giving him their attention.

He was a child actor like Vil, often taking pride in his roles as the villain and somehow exceeding almost everyone's expectations by putting a flamboyant and alluring spin onto the villain he plays. He has always dreamed of being on the same filming set as Vil, and if he can't have that then he would like to have one photoshoot with him.

Vil is everything Janus wants to be: smart, beautiful, powerful, and absolutely exceptional. He tries a bit too much sometimes and it shows in the efforts he makes to try and get Vil's attention.

He has not developed his Signature Spell and it greatly bothers him and pushes him to overwork himself in an attempt to manifest it. His magic is very centered around ice, so he imagines that it has something to do with blizzards. He is steadily developing Blot but somehow he has not Overblotted yet.

Links:

Playlist

Opinions

Character Analysis

Vignette Masterlist

Ask Game

Voice Claim

Aesthetic Board

Profile

Piercings

Notable features

Ship Call

Interactive Posts:

"In Monstro Lounge"

"Those Willing to Play Horror Games"

Magicam Posts:

"Trying Something New"

"Out in Town"

"Stitched Up"

"Modeling"

Fashion Posts:

"Crimson + White Suit"

"Valentine's Day"

News Posts:

"Beauty in Horror"

Roleplay Events:

"A Scare" (Closed)

When do You Look at Your Soulmate?

Rook

Tiresias

Ship Playlists

Rook

What Does Your Love Feel Like?

Rook

More to be added

Tags:

xBlizzards Upon Usx (In Character posts)

xThe Blizzards Settlex (OOC posts)

xThe Snow Stores Secretsx (Vignette posts)

xPast The Snowx (Magicam Posts)

xSnowy Snippetsx (News Posts)

xIcy Promosx (Self-promo)

Relationship Tags:

xA Future Never Foretoldx ( @nrc-blindprophet )

xA Special Chess Piecex ( @rookonthehunt )

xThe Beauty in Monochromex ( @monomia-the-cursed )

xIncubi & Faex ( @incubus-prettyboy )

Friendship Tags:

xBlack Cat Energyx ( @nine-lives-lynx )

xActors With Issuesx ( @inotonline )

xChronically Onlinex ( @thatoneintrovertt )

xThe Fair Queen and his White Witchx ( @the-magnificent-fairest-vil )

xAn Unlikely Sightx ( @lairdraconia )

More to be added

About the mod & extra blog info!

Mod is @asillyprettything, who goes by he/they and goes by Kori. Janus is gay. All ships are welcome as long as they are not problematic or abusive. This blog does not support incest. This blog is multi-ship friendly and each ship will have its own universe and tag. This blog is just for fun and mod will not tolerate any hate. This character is a minor and will not tolerate any NSFW.

Anyone is welcome to interact as long as you aren't homophobic, racist, ableist, etc.

(I'm lonely pls)

Reblog if interested in starting a thread.

#disney twst #twst wonderland #twst oc #disney twisted wonderland #twistedwonderland #twst #pomefiore #intro post #introduction #pinned intro #blog intro #introductory post #introduction post #pinned post #xthe blizzards settlex

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judas-of-eris · 5 months ago

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Created by my wonderful girlfriend @teknikolor-walters!!

— 𖥨᩠ׄ݁. ♱JUDAS STELLA ༻⋆。 °⛧

Age: About 16

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: He.. doesn’t want to think about it.

Birthday:

Parentage: Eris, Goddess of discord. (He will not speak of his mother or false father.)

Height: 5’6” (but says he’s 5’8”)

Abilities:

— 𖥨᩠ׄ݁. ♱UMBRAKENISIS༻⋆。 °⛧

Control over shadows. He’s unsure of how to use it, but he is consistently shrouded in shadow.

— 𖥨᩠ׄ݁. ♱CHAOS MANIPULATION༻⋆。 °⛧

Charmspeak-like ability. It should not be trusted. Easily abused.

— 𖥨᩠ׄ݁. ♱SPACE MANIPULATION༻⋆。 °⛧

Notice the spirals in the grass. Notice the spirals in the wood grain. Was the room ever that big before?

Weapon: None (yet ;3)

Likes:

His Rosary

Shepherds Pie

Mocktails

Dislikes:

Cleaning

the smell of lavender

Ripe peaches

Voice Hc/Voice Claim:

— 𖥨᩠ׄ݁. ♱Appearance༻⋆。 °⛧

— 𖥨᩠ׄ݁. ♱Connections༻⋆。 °⛧

Friends: @pain-is-forever (…brother?), @the-great-emperor-commodus (father????) @another-argo (my baby my baby… you’re my baby say it to me) @reyno-solis-real (ashamed/afraid)

Lover: None (yet :3)

— 𖥨᩠ׄ݁. ♱Tags༻⋆。 °⛧

Every roleplay will have its own tag , the name of the other persons account

The important tags are (currently)

#🌀 Cannon - cannonical interactions :3

#🌀 jff - (Just For Fun) . It’s just for funsies :3

#🌀 art - my art tag!! For my boy

#🌀 judascore - general posts that give Judas energy!!

#🌀 Judas facts - it’s in the title

— 𖥨᩠ׄ݁. ♱Cannon/Official Timeline༻⋆。 °⛧

//hrllo!! Going OOC over here

so for some boundaries,

Feel free to fuck Judas up!! Traumatize him, fix him, etc etc have fun! My only thing Is please do not kill him, wnd if you are going to SERIOUSLY injure him (I.e. amputation or something like that) pls let me know beforehand!!

I am triggered by eye gore so pls none of that heart heart

Me and Jude are both minors!! So no . Like. Sexual content including or about him. Flirting and sex jokes are okay, just don’t take it too far!! Trust your instincts. I am a child

and other important stuff

Judas’s internal monologue will probably include him dealing with some less than great masculinity shit!! Usually having to do with his sexuality and his religion. He WILL be dealing with internilized homophobia, so if you are not okay with that in a thread with me, pls lmk!!

Ping list: @fightingthetoxicalligations @another-argo @radkatzzstuff @the-great-emperor-commodus

#pjo oc rp #percy jackson #Percy Jackson roleplay

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littlemiss-mariarobotnik · 4 months ago

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Hiii!!!

I’m Maria! Maria Robotnik! And this is my first time using tumblr, so uh, that’s cool!!

ミ★𝖠𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖾！

Name- Maria of course!!

Age- I’m almost 13! Just gotta wait a few months and then it’s my birthday ♡︎(^w ^✿)

I’m a girl! I like space and flowers and uh… I live on the space colony ark with my grandfather and my brother (≧◡≦) ♡

Fun facts about me: I have a baby sister in earth with my mom and dad!! But I don’t talk to them a lot (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞ my biggest dream is to get better and get to live on earth again with all my family!!

Please no hate on my blog!!! I am accepting of people of all identities and backgrounds!! I don’t tolerate homophobia or transphobia or racism of any way!! If you are being mean you will be blocked!! ᕕ༼✿•̀︿•́༽ᕗ

Tags!!

Can you still hear my voice? — Ooc

Earth is such an interesting planet! — ask answers

I will always be in your heart — angst/comfort rp

Your words, they still echo in my head… and through the endless vast of space — general chat posts

Other ‘rias that you should go check out!!!

@shes-backk — MY NEW BEST FRIEND!!!

@miss-maria-robotnik — MOVIE MEEE!!

Okay. That’s all now. Bye bye!

/(٥⁀▽⁀ )／♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎♥︎

☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽ ☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽ ☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽ ☾☽☾☽☾☽☾☽

🤍- Hello! It’s me @imconfusedbutok, the person running this rp blog. Here’s some things you gotta know when interacting with the character.

This is Game! Maria. Maria is a minor. No nsfw asks or rps, please. Violence is fine, I don’t mind. But Maria is indeed a child and will act as such. I personally headcanon her to be 12 and “mature” for her age due to her illness. However that does not change the fact that she IS in fact, a child.

🤍- the rp is set in an AU where Maria and Gerald are alive as if nothing happened. And didn’t age. Yes, she can know other characters from the Sonic franchise. No she does not know she died in canon. She is stuffed FULL of headcanons and you can check out those on my main blog. I’ll also be reposting said headcanons onto here so you can see them if you want. Or maybe I’ll make a doc?

Maria AU’s below the cut +info!! I rp upon request and can rp in DMs or reblogs, whichever you prefer really. You can ask a question to an AU version by asking for their title/using their emoji. :3

🚹Android!Maria- An Au in which Maria did die on the ark 50 years ago— and was revived as a robot by her mourning grandfather. She has no idea of her robotic insides and believes she is still human, without any idea that she died.

🦋Adult!Maria- AU in which Maria didn’t die, only got shot and somehow made her way back to earth. She works against G.U.N and is now an adult woman in her early 60’s, mostly staying hidden and undercover so she won’t get caught by G.U.N.

🌀Swap!Maria/Maria the Hedgehog- Could be one of two things. Either way, Maria is a Hedgehog. In one AU she took the place of Shadow (and watched him die), and in the other, she takes on Tails’ role while Shadow is Sonic. In this AU Sonic and Shadow and Maria and Tails basically just switched places. It’s really fun to do this AU.

👑- Guinevere. This version of her falls within the same universe as Sir Lancelot (shadow), in which she is a princess and the daughter of King Gerald, and her bodyguard is the loyal sir Lancelot. Maria is ill but likes to sneak out on her own…

👻- Ghost!Maria. This is the Maria that died. And now, she’s a ghost that lingers around the Ark and stays alone. She’s a lot more clingy than when she was alive, with newfound abandonment issues and plenty of ways to manipulate people so they’ll stay with her and she won’t be alone again.

#miss Maria Robotnik #maria robotnik #shadow the hedgehog #shadow the ultimate lifeform #sonic x shadow generations #sonic au #ask blog #ask me stuff #ask Maria Robotnik #rp blog

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shadows-upon-plasma · 5 months ago

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Long live Team Plasma.

We, the Shadow Triad, have always been and will always be the loyal servants of Ghetsis. And Ghetsis's ambitions will never cease!

Hello... I am the first brother, the oldest. I will protect our cause, and further the ambitions of Plasma. Our King is our ideal hero. For all Unova, we work to liberate people and Pokémon.

–E

Greetings… I’m the second brother, youngest brother.. I serve our King and lord loyally. freedom and liberation is our dream and Our dream is our lord.

–S

Salutations... I am the third brother, middle child. I will fulfil the orders of our king and lord. For the future of Unova...we must pursue freedom and liberation of all pokemon.

–T

We, the Shadow Triad, are beings of shadow. We are everywhere. We are nowhere. We are one, and we are none.

We are here to serve Lord Ghetsis purpose. Hail Plasma. Hail the new world. The liberation of Pokémon is soon.

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Hellooo... @wandering-lane here. Yes with a other blog. I am not immune to following trends, and this time, it's all the plasma blogs. So. Shadow Triad!!!! I'm not alone this time, though. I've bullied my friends into it, too.

Blah blah blah I kinda already explained. You can call me Lane, I'll be playing the oldest brother, Evito. OOC, I'll sign off with –Lane. Hope you enjoy!

Howdy Ya’ll! It’s me again, @moonsdescent I’m writing the youngest child, Serigus. I hope you like them all as much as I do! Any pronouns, I’ll be signing off OOC posts with -Moons.

Halloo @somnussayz here. I'm playing the middle child Tacitus. A performance was asked of me here, and so I deliver. Using he/they pronouns. I'll sign off ooc posts with -Doc.

—○—●—○—

We're not going to give off too much information here just because, as you might imagine, the Shadow Triad are meant to be mysterious. Just know, we have plans.

Warnings—

This is a plasma blog. The general plasma warnings apply here. If themes of animal abuse, animal death, child abuse, manipulation, and cults upset you, this likely won't be the blog for you.

Everything will be tagged as 'TW [content]'. 'TW abuse', for example. That being said, I (Lane) sometimes struggle with deciding what needs to be tagged or what doesn't. I'll usually play it on the safe side, but if you would like something tagged, please feel free to send a message or an ask, or just commenting on the post. So long as everyone is polite, we'll be happy to oblige.

General rules—

Pelipper mail is ON!

Magic anons are OFF!

Sapient/sentient Pokémon are WELCOMED AND ENCOURAGED TO INTERACT!

NSFW is NOT ALLOWED! Minorly suggestive stuff is alright, but use common sense about it.

#pokemon irl #rotomblr #pkmn irl #pokeblog rp

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nottakingresponsibility · 8 months ago

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Welcome to the horrors, time to turn right.

"Hello there, I'll be posting out of my own free will, do whatever, don't expect me to be nice to you." [ooc introduction below the cut, triggers, tags, RULES! Cause apparently I have to have those?? etc. Be warned. It is a lot, however, at the very least the rules are required to read. If you don't want to check the tags, this is to minors specifically, block the #responsibilityisforgotten tag.]

OOC here!! Waves. This is pre-crash, by the way! He's already aware of the Jimmyverse. You guys did this. Also the owner of the @tulparsresponsiblenurse blog now, yay? About the mod! I am 18! Mainly go by he/him anyways, so this is fine! I'm not too great at socializing, but anyone is welcome to interact with me or Jimmy, it's always welcome!! Ocs and other fandoms included, of course! I can't guarantee I'll know anything about said fandom, but Jimmy won't know shit either so it works out, right? I do not support Jimmy's actions. I'm gonna make that clear here and now, I just enjoy his writing, and want to explore him as a character. He'll also be mean a lot, that's just how he is I fear. Obviously lots of swearing. Uh. I do that a lot. Hi. Also, JimCurl is the only ship I tolerate with Jimmy in it, and it will show up on this blog. I have a tag for it, don't worry! I know those men are awful for each other, and I would portray it as such. Even through Jimmy's twisted, unreliable perspective. I don't really have much of a DNI, other than the basic criteria. If you have to ask what that is, you probably shouldn't interact with me anyway. I highly encourage other blogs to interact with me!! It's really fun roleplaying and getting to know people. :] Roleplay wise, pretty much anything is on the table as long as everyone involved is having fun. I should let you know this, if I don't respond to you it's nothing personal!! I just genuinely don't know how sometimes :[. Also, I've been kind of inactive as of recent! Please be patient with me. If I may add, I do NOT roll with the 'oh Jimmy is STINKY!! And SMELLS bad and has BAD hygiene!!' insults or whatever. My version of Jimmy has mental health issues, and he struggles with taking care of himself. It's a projection from me, I also struggle with taking care of myself so it kind of annoys me when people antagonize that. Thanks for understanding! Just to make this clear as well cause someone asked before, minors are allowed on this blog, yes, but they need to stay away from anything suggestive, and if it's found out a minor has asked anything weird, they will be blocked for their safety. Triggers and warnings you can expect on this blog. Obviously, the basic Mouthwashing triggers first off, but there's more! Jimmy has backstory and lore, wow. Well, in my version of him anyway. By that I mean, you can expect other things such as: Child abuse, child neglect, abuse in general, just Jimmy being Jimmy, self harm, sui ideation, sui in general, self harm thoughts, derealization, obviously just violence all around, manipulation and such, bugs, s/a themes, emetophobia stuff, eating disorder implications, alcoholic themes, death, murder, body horror, blood, cannibalism, I'm not sure if it's needed yet, but sometimes things do get suggestive, so be warned about that, too. There's a lot of things that happen here that I don't have an exact warning for, things happen in roleplay you can't predict. Just be wary and cautious, I'll try to put a warning before I write anything like that. Most of this is just based on things that may happen to Jimmy in the future. I'll update this if I missed anything!! Stay safe :] RULES. That's it, click that. Also! Anon list! Click that as well, not required this time around though! My tags and what they all mean! General tags!

#responsibilityhateshim: Jimmy answering his asks! #responsibilitytolerateshim: Jimmy answering his asks, to a person that has shown up often, so a regular! #responsiplay: Roleplay threads, or at this point it's just in character reblogs. #responsible[crew member name]: Roleplay thread or in character reblog with a specific member of the Tulpar crew! Or, you know, Polle. #jimmysrunningagain: My ooc tag! When this tag is used, it means I'm talking, not Jimmy! I also use () around my words! #jimbobsresponsibility: The JimCurl tag, things with this have either heavy implications of, or direct JimCurl in them. #responsiblelore: Lore tag! Things important to Jimmy as a character, things that may help you torture him further. #responsibilitytalks: Just a general Jimmy talking about things or doing things tag, when it's not in reply to an ask and it's not a reblog. Often open to roleplays with them if you want, though! #writingresponsibly: Jimmy posts where he's writing in his journal instead of actually speaking! These posts will also have all the journal written text in purple! #responsibilityisforgotten: For suggestive and ...possibly worse! Things, if it ever is needed. So minors, and people uncomfortable with that, please block this tag.

#musicalshenanigans: When people send music links to Jimmy or me! So be free to scroll around if you're looking for music.

#whimsyartjourney: When other people send in art! I just think it's neat. I don't draw, this isn't for me! #takeresponsibility: Post-crash themed nightmares, hallucinations, or otherwise. Figured it was about time I got a tag for that! That was a lot, right? There's more. Specific event tags! Aka, shit happens to Jimmy that can be classified as a special event, here's a tag for it. (psst. You can cause events too, if you play your cards right!) #lostlizardtales: That one time Jimmy lost his pet lizard, Ray! (He remembers this.) #truthpotionhorrors: When Jimmy accidentally drank a 'soda' that turned out to be some sort of truth potion, so he couldn't lie! (Doesn't remember.) #jimmyschildishresponsibility: When Jimmy got turned into his child self for a while. (Barely remembers and just thinks it was a weird dream.) #drinkingresponsibly: Seemingly, without any alcohol at all, he managed to get intoxicated, apparently. He was not very good at talking, he fucking hated it, actually. (Barely remembers, heavy blanks in his memory.) #truthcursethe2nd: Jimmy got cursed to say the truth for 5 asks I fear. A few of them were extras because they were already answered before this event, either directly or indirectly. (He does remember this one.) #jimmytriescursing: That time Jimmy got cursed to be incapable of swearing, instead getting forced to say the most insane bullshopperoonie things. (He remembers this one.) #jimmysofafeather: CURSE OF RA. (Actually just Jimmy becoming weirdly obsessed with birds for 15 asks but that's what inflicted it.) (He remembers this one. Regrettably.) #criticalswap: Jimmy switched roles with Anya for ten asks! In this small time, he was never actually a co-pilot! Anya is, in that case. He was the nurse! Very fun to write I fear. (He doesn't remember this, what a shame.) #goingthroughtime: Jimmy's memories got revealed, rather it be from the past, future, or present, it was still specific moments of his life. Probably going to use this for answering prompt asks from now on along with #responsiblelore. (He can't remember it if he doesn't know it happened.) Person specific tags! Tags for specific characters, (like ocs, mainly) I just think it's fun! #washout: Kaleb Doran/Smokey tag! Aka that one Fallout oc that's Jimmy's frenemy! ...And also has a lot of other insane things going on! (atombombskilledtheradiostar) #lawsuitscalling: Brianne Cohen tag! Aka head of the legal team, being dragged into her job while just barely tolerating anyone she contacts! (exhausted-lawyer) #notholdingliability: Polle? Intern that just gets mistaken for the mascot. A lot! Not responsible for any of the crew's mistakes, of course. (pony-express-official) #wateranon🌊: Water Anon tag! Literally just a sentient ocean that gave Jimmy his lizard, Ray! Jimmy has grown attached without really meaning to. (wateranon) #doubtingresponsibilities: Jimmy's very own voice of self doubt! Or, rather something else. Either way, only in his mind to make his life hell. (broken-bridle) Cause that's who Doubt really is, technically. Woahh. (lots of lore in that tag) #steveman27⛏️: Self explanatory I think. Steveman27 tag, yes the Minecraft character. No you are not mistaken. (steveman27) #crossingtheuniverses: A ship full of certain characters you may or may not be familiar with, but it takes place in the Mouthwashing universe! Applies to every conversation that takes place with anyone part of said universe. (starlight-stables) #responsibleseal: I will probably never use this, but it's fun to mess around with this critter anyways. ( @local-seal ) #gaininghopefulthoughts: Hope! Kind of. Jimmy isn't taking that well. In fact, probably taking it in the worst way possible. He's so used to problems he refuses to have it ever. (Not sure who to credit this for 😭 same mod that made Doubt and broken-bridle though)

#janitorjon: Jon, he is a janitor I think that's pretty straightforward! Don't know much about him yet, but he is there! (credit would be theman-withthe-dustpan) #rewritingtimelines: [Rewrite]! A certain character you may be familiar with, may not be. 'Mildly' manipulative but that's okay, Jimmy doesn't have to know. Not sure who to credit for this one considering it's an anon, but I have my guesses. That's all! Stay safe and have fun interacting! :] Jimmy death counter is at 17 by the way. None of them canon.

#jimmysrunningagain #responsiblelore #responsiplay #responsibilityhateshim #responsibilitytolerateshim #responsibilitytalks #whimsyartjourney #musicalshenanigans #writingresponsibly #responsiblepolle #responsiblecurly #responsibleanya #responsiblejimmy #responsibledaisuke #(that's all of the main ones i think. i haven't interacted with a swansea yet.)

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