#pleaaasee try it out

[partiallypeculiar]

Abyssal (Obby-Adventure) photoshoot. I love this game so much

[hana-bobo-finch]

gonna be evil tonight (sit outside and try to view moths)

[angelfoodscake]

rough sketch from last night

[walnutcookie]

Rodger is transmasc (dandy might've helped with the literal surgey)

THIS IS SO REAL. ive had this hc for ages but like honestly ive been trying to figure out how exactly it would work... i like thinking abt how characters transness would really look, how it affects them and their lives etc

‼️warning for some mentions of transphobia/internalized transphobia!!‼️

with the toons in general its. Hard. since they have cartoon counterparts which presumably have the same thoughts n personalities and insecurities and emotions and everything then surely they would feel the same way about their gender that they were written to feel ? either the character was intentionally written to be transgender in the show or. yknow like many real trans people they just felt differently about the gender they were written to have. that they were put in the wrong body, that theyre forced to play a character who they arent and it feels off in a way. a "mistake" in their creation, in the way their cartoon conscious was put into their physical toon body. plus theres the issue that in the dw lore all of the toons were made around the 90s and regardless of the circumstances would gardenview allow one of their toons to change their appearance or pronouns???? would they not allow it because they dont want parents angry and they dont want kids to be confused as to why the toon in the cartoon character is so different from the real toon?

so... theres a few ways ive thought abt it but im really not sure which one is most appealing to me/makes the most sense.

a) rodger was actually a girl in the cartoons. pretend like all the posters and cartoon episodes depicted him as a girl!! but he was allowed to transition in his real toon form. provides some fun trans angst maybe because he has to stare at photos and posters of who he was meant to be and maybe feel a little guilty thinking that he failed at being who he was written as. has to deal with confused kids and angry parents because society is still iffy about trans people

b) rodger was written as a trans man from the start. possibly just some obscure lore that was never mentioned in the cartoons, at most hinted at, because they didnt want people to get angry at there being an openly trans character. nobody really comments on it, but since he has the memories of his cartoon counterpart he has memories of a time from before he had transitioned

c) rodger is some other flavor of trans (amab but doesnt feel masculine? feels enby or female or some other gender) but in his circumstances he cant really transition or even openly admit that he feels this way. just stuck in this body and cant do anything about it because of the environment hes in - gardenview would never allow it. (could also be that rodger is still transmasc, hes just afab and is stuck unable to transition in a different way, but hed probably look different and have a different name altogether)

if anyone has any more ideas let me know pleaaasee🙏🙏i LOVE talking about transness in characters its like one of my favorite things in the whole world.

[gamblersdoll]

hihi! idk if you’ve done smth like this , if not could u write like apologetic typa sex w denki after he fucks up or smth, like if he reaalllyy pisses u off and you wont speak to him

js a random thought i had😭😭

ooouuu anon i like you, have a cupcake!

“please, ma— just talk to me!” hes been devastated for about a week, knowing he shouldnt had added someone. it wasn’t a girl, but it was definitely someone who had the hots for him. and knowing denki? he could pull anyone he wanted. “i said i was sorry!”

“and i said i was mad, you know better, you barely short circuit anymore.” you remind him for the eleventh time in person. you had approximately six hundred and fourteen messages from him alone, maybe he was remorseful. “hitoshi is literally the college manwhore, so why did you add him back?”

“i dunno okay? i was just being nice!”

“and where does ‘bein nice’ get you? dead in a ditch, a kid, or some kind of disease.” you remind him one of your golden rules, being nice didn’t necessarily mean you get that back. “you might as well have texted hitoshi, since you wanna be so nice.”

what you dont necessarily expect is him to stop you in your tracks— in your own apartment, to get on his knees and bow to you. “boy, what the hell—“

“please,” he starts, his head low and he looks back up to you, puppy dog eyed. “ill let you do anything you want, whatever you want, ill be some toy or something even if you want to use me— just please, talk to me! ill make everything right again, please mama.”

“stop with all of the little pecks, you know better.” you pull his hair, showing his forehead and he nods.

“yes maam.”

you finally let go of your vice grip, his head going back down and you roll your eyes in pleasure. he finally realized what kind of timing you were on, and fuck, did he love it when you get mad. “yer squeezing my— fi-fingers, baby..” he says, “god, youre so tight..”

“less talking, more eating.” you remind, shoving his face in between your folds. “there you go.. did you just want to get used? is that what it was?” you ask, biting your knuckle to keep a moan in. “thats it.. use your tongue, baby.”

“so sorry..” he moans with your enlarged clit in his mouth. “sorry i followed him back..” he looked cute, his eyes heavy with lust and having your arousal up to his eyebrows. “ohmygoddd— you taste so good when you hate me..”

“such a dirty boy..” you moan, feeling his tongue lick up to your throat and his fingers press past your ring of muscle. “fuck— baby youll make me come already doin that..”

“the least i could do right..? fuckk—“ he moans with you, thrusting his fingers inside along with his hips. he was weird, pressing his hand against his groin and thrusting his fingers inside as if a cock. “forgive me, pleaaasee?” he draws out the moan, along with his thrusts.

“forgive you, baby— fuck, im comin!” he squeal, kissing his jaw and he licks at your cheek trying to catch your lips.

[edenspoem]

kneeling for her ⋆ | ellie williams headcanons

༺ ellie x fem!reader sucking her strap hcs/scenario! ༻ ☽𖤐☾

(ellie image from kittaeria on pinterest)

✧˖ ° 🕯 bright blessings!

AN: had the most random scenario blossom in my head yesterday so i wrote it per usual, went a lil more risqué with this one 😜at least to my standards

cw/tags: NSFW!! SMUT!! MDNI!! ellies a lil goofy in the beginning, blunt/straightforward-ish reader, not a fully wrote out fic, small time skips, sitting on lap, cursing, takes place in jackson but not specified to be before seattle (readers choice) soft-dom leaning ellie (except maybe less soft in one instance, nothing rough tho), guiding you verbally and with hands, praises, petnames; (good girl, baby, slut) sucking/choking on strap, clit stim (giving) strap-vag insertion, flatiron position, rewarding, gripping head/hair, deepthroating.

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setting the scene

༻⛧one dusty orange sunset, cooped up in ellie's makeshift 'garage house' relishing a simple meal she whipped up for the both of you, albeit can you really classify her attempts at the art of culinary as five-star cuisine? regardless, the two of you slumped into the gray sofas' sufficient padding and dined like kings; in apocalyptic standards. no conversation had been rustling the space between you until a rather, interesting, unordinary, dare say- scandalous? scenario had implanted its peculiar self into your thoughts.

"hey babe?" you quell the silence, tone arching in curiosity.

"mhm?" ellie garbled through shut lips, chowing down her food.

"you know.. we should- try something new-"

"ooh~ like what?" she instantaneously hunches her back closer to you and tosses her barren plate aside, avid to hear your words go from mind to mouth. she invariably dotes on your ideas.

"uh- it's like.. related to.. bed stuff."

"like sleepin- wait! can we pleaaasee build a display shelf for my comic books above my bed-"

"ellie." 

"sorry." ellie, even being an adult, is still crazy about her long-kept hobbies.

"uh- anyways. I'm talking 'bout like.. sex." you impenitently tell.

her eyelids dim, sloping her head to the side in adorned interest, "sex? that's one way to ask."

"no ..seriously, I have an idea.." you stow the plate atop a stubby heap of books, conveying a genuineness in your stare.

ellie sails her tongue briskly through her lips, anchoring her torso back onto the sofas' arm, lengthening her legs out with a faint bend at the knees. her palm drops to her thigh, patting it twice.

 "c'm over here." she coaxes sweetly with an alluring gaze, imbued with a pip of power in her vowels.

a suffuse of blush overlies your midface, crawling your body towards her beckon.

her hands steady your hips down on her lap, finding refuge on the back of your thighs thereupon settling.

"what's the idea, then?" the moods' been shifted, emanating one of sensuality.

you nestle near her headspace, whispering, "y'know ur' strap?"

"yeah.." ellie likes where this is leading, clearly by her rapt smirk and tune of chords rising in tempt.

"what if I sucked it?"

⛧ oh boy, that set off a night she wouldn't be forgetting for the inbound days ahead. immediately you found yourself levitating up from the couch by her arms and bouncing on the mattress. a makeout session leads to fated stripping and now, your kneeling in front of her at groin-level and a hunter green mass protruding towards your nose bridge.

her optics glare down at you, the sight of you so keen and willing to do this. sure, it's not the real thing but the sight should and will be fucking exhilarating. 

"c'mon, what're you staring at?" ellie's hand gently smacks your cheek and splinters your blurry-minded trance.

you deduct a reply from your mouth, instead, taking a solid grasp of the strap and wrapping your lips round' the tip, all while preserving unwavering eye contact.

"shit.." 

her hands ease and twine the locks on each margin of your head, massaging the pads of her fingertips tenderly. her arousals' climbing new peaks every second at this rate. she presses her pelvis further upon your lip, steering you to open up.

your lips part and welcome the rotund tip in, stroking along your front teeth. the weak grasp on your head pushes the strap languidly to a greater extent that bounds it to the back wall of your throat.

"ach-" you jab out a cough.

"good girl, take that shit in.." 

⛧she's one to be in control, but it's nothing rough. her hands guiding you back n forth gently as the strap summons spurts of tickles in your throat each time it prods the back of it. it'd be far enough to chafe the hilt against her clit, per usual any time she wears the contraption, so you'd always hear quaint whimpers, curses, groans, etcetera, from above.

"mhh~ fuuhhhhckkkk.." ellie draws out a long euphoric groan, straining her neck back and exposing the mild protrusion of her adam's apple.

catching up with the motion, you begin bobbing your head on your own accord. her hands dull their hold and hover above, letting you work your utter sorcery, mouth wide open and drooling for her.

her head recoils down, "such a slut- oohh~ fuck.." 

⛧again, she's not rough without consent and a special occasion, but she'll clutch your hair firmly enough. to you, it's like her non-verbal sign that says 'go faster'.

thrusting your head faster, her own moans begin to burgeon and crowd the room over your sucking and popping noises. she looks so fucking hot from your angle, a clement sweat, fucked out face, leaning slightly back so her pelvis projects closer to you, a solo hand supporting on the back of her thigh, the other latched onto the apex of your head and knotting strands of hair around her fingers. it's all getting to you. 

"oh- baby, fuck- keep goin'n.. uhn- shit!" the climax augmenting within her hips jitters the shit out of her knees, begging to just buckle underneath her and collapse on the bed.

"gh- hn.." your words fumble around ellie's cock, still putting your all into pleasing her. adding a grip on the strap and stroking it was endgame for her, the adjoined knocking against her swelling bud ruined her.

⛧ellie's definitely more of a groaner and a huffer when she comes, it's not growling level but it's certainly not fake exaggerated ones.

⛧i think she's also the type who'd want you to come as well, like, there is not a single night where she's the only one getting pleased, she has to see you unravel and lose your shit under her.

"stop, baby- stop.." ellie hastily hushes through heaves of breath, pulling your head from the strap to which it springs off your lips.

"huh..?"

"m'not cummin' without you- fuck.." her fingers take a grapple at your jaw, guiding you up onto your feet.

you give her a blank stare until it's washed away with a surprised one as you're cast onto the bed, stomach down, ass up. she shambles over you and flattens you out till your hips settle in the cloudy mattress.

she mounts your thighs and inclines her crotch to yours, slowly inserting into your cunt from the back. her nails chisel into your plush hips, thumbs notably indenting on your ass.

"oh-my gmm.. ellie.." 

"god damn-" she mumbles to herself, cuffing out a quick chuckle, "you earned this.." positively rewarding you for your work.

insert a loooong night spent railing.

⛧random conclusion hc but I feel like in this position where she's behind you she'll litter you with kisses and bites on your shoulder-neck region, especially for being so good and disposed for her. 

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MASTERLIST

[lesbianmistressworld]

My beautiful girl has been very clingy lately, she always sits on my lap when I work on the computer. I know she's like this, because work has absorbed a lot of my time these days and I haven't been able to attend to her needs as I always have.

She's on my lap right now, burying her face on my neck, trying to hump my leg, I caress her back with one hand to gain her attention.

Me: Are you needy baby?

She just nodded, letting out a little moan

Me: Since when? She: Some days ago Me: Why you didn't tell me you are horny sweetheart? She: I didn't want to bother you, you has been very busy Me: Go for your toys sweetie, choose whatever you want

She disappeared into the room and in less than a minute she returned to me with a strap and her favorite bullet vibe. I took her clothes off just letting her bra. I rubbed her butt cheeks and her pelvis, kissed her from her belly to her lips; I wore the strap, and start teasing her open with the tip, she hugged me and scratched my back

She: Please mommy, I need you inside me pleaaasee

I sat back down in front of my laptop and helped my girl slowly sit on my lap, while the strap disappeared inside her. She let out small moans, while trying to mount the strap. I grabbed her by the waist to make her stop moving.

Me: Baby please stop moving, you are distracting me and it will take me longer to finish the work, and I won't be able to help you the way you want She: Sorry mommy

I went back to my work, and in less than 5 minutes, she started trying to ride the strap again

Me: What did I tell you about moving sweetheart?

She: I'm so sorry but I'm really horny, and the strap and the way you're caressing me are not helping, please mommy, I really need it pleaaaasee

I feel bad for not taking care of her as good as I wanted

Me: I'm sorry princess, I know you're needy and I haven't paid attention tou you

I took the vibe and put it on her bare clit, and started circling on it, she move her hips to feel even more the vibration, I kissed her neck en started playing with her breasts, I set up the vibe and let her move her body as she needs

She: Mommy, I'm so close Me: I know baby, I can see it She: Mommy… Can I cum pleasseee I've been good, pleasssseeee… I don't think I can hold it any longer Me: You don't have to hold it princess, come on, cum for mommy, lett it all out

She came on my lap, lettin her tired body fall on my chest, she was cumming the entire time my work lasted, riding just the strap or asking me for help to use the vibe. Once I finished my task, I took her to bed to clean her and put her fresh pj's on

Me: I'm sorry I haven't taken care of you for so long because of my job baby. I promise that I'll always take care of you and satisfy you whenever you are needy. Now, sleep well princess

[pwblant]

SUNDAE STOP — l.ant

┊a/n : hey riizeblr, here’s an approx. 670 word fic that i wrote at 2am because i couldn’t stop thinking about the anton sundae photo up there 👆 he looks so bf 😕 (p.s., anton and yn keep slipping, REALLY REALLY bad actors 🫡) reblogs and feedback are highly appreciated <3 enjoy!!!

┊warnings : maybee just the couple moments but other than that there’s nothing that you should be afraid of pookie 🫰🫰

it’s a quiet saturday afternoon just a few days ‘till Christmas, you and anton are strolling leisurely through the mall with some of your old friends from your hometown. you’ve all known each other for years, but since you and anton both moved away to study at a different school, it’s been a while since you all last got together. as expected, the catch-up session was in full swing. everyone was sharing updates on their lives—what they’ve been up to, who’s in a relationship, and what new hobbies they’ve picked up—and you and anton were no exception. it was fun being with your closest friends after the longest time; there’s laughter, nostalgia, and pure happiness. 

but amidst all the fun, there is one thing that neither you nor anton have mentioned yet: that the two of you have been dating for the past 6 months. the idea of being teased by your friends was too much to handle, so you both decided to keep it a secret for now and instead tell them when the time is right.

“guys, let’s go to that sundae shop over there!” you beamed excitedly.

“hey now, aren’t you full? we just ate, bab—” anton began, but you cut him off as he unconsciously slipped his arm around your shoulders, earning collective side-eyes from your friends.

“i—um.. guys, do you wanna go there?” you stammered, letting out an awkward laugh, anton’s arm instinctively finding its way to the back of his neck as he realized how suspicious you both looked.

“sure! ice cream sounds so good right now.” your friend replied.

you thank the heavens above because it seemed your friends brushed off what had just happened. with an exaggerated sigh of relief, you all entered the sundae shop.

the others ordered quickly, and it was just the two of you left who haven’t chosen what to order. standing in front of the counter, you scanned the menu, eyes lighting up at the words “sundae skyscraper.” you quickly glanced up at anton, who was standing next to you, and reported what you’d just found. 

“can we share this? pleaaasee i really want it.” you happily ask, batting your eyelashes at him in a playful manner. “it’ll make me the happiest girl in the world.” 

a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, despite his best effort to suppress it. “i’m not falling for your persuading techniques,” he says, though he was already reaching into his wallet to pay.

“you’re the best!” you exclaimed, letting out a soft, triumphant squeal as you moved to hug him. you almost leaned in for a kiss right then and there but quickly remembered that you were trying to keep your relationship a secret. you awkwardly pulled back and glanced at the group, only to find them already staring at you both, smirking knowingly.

“hey anton lee, you’re on a roll! buy a sundae for me next?”one of your friends shouted from the table, and the others laughed, chiming in.

anton’s smile falters, “hell no, i'm not thaat generous, man! we’re sharing this!” playfully rolling his eyes at them.

after paying, you tried to walk back to the group’s table as casually as possible, but their knowing grins made it clear to you that there was no point in trying anymore.

“fine, we’re dating” you sighed as you plopped down next to anton, announcing it like the world’s greatest myster had just been solved. 

“yea…. we figured so.” the friend sat next to you said as she let out a little chuckle.

you talk about your relationship—all about how you met, how he confessed, and how long you’ve been together, expecting at least some teasing or dramatic reactions from your friends. instead, they just nodded, as if it was no big deal—like they'd known all along. there wasn’t a single eyebrow raised, no teasing remarks, just a quiet acceptance. if you’d known it would be this easy and stress-free, you would’ve outed your relationship the first chance you got.

you let out a big sigh, “alright, now that that’s out of the way, i'm going to devour this sundae.”

[crazyrav3n]

The devils Mark - Chapter 5 (Peter Steele x reader)

THE BIG REVEAL WHOOP WHOOP

it makes me so happy to see that people actually are enjoying my writing you guys don't know how much I just wanna stalk ur profiles and kick my feet giggling. PLEASE PLEAAASEE PLEASE interact with my works.

Anyway- heres a new chapter! erotica with the big big man coming soonnnnn!

“The show is finished- are… are you alright baby?” Peter mumbles softly as you wake up, nodding your head softly in response. You feel quite sick.

“Let me go start the car. You can return to my place tonight- I don't think you should be alone. Someone roofied you- or something.” Peter mumbled quietly, setting you down on the couch slowly and softly as you heard the door click.

It's hard to not fall asleep as he goes and starts the car- so you sleep for a few minutes before the next time you open your eyes…

He's got his arm behind your back, and his other arm holding your legs up as he carries you quietly out to the car.

“You're okay.” he softly mumbles to you as you feel his thumb rub circles into your back softly.

You can’t muster out more than some groans of pain- feeling sick and extremely tired.

Consciousness slips in and out of your grip, and you feel like you're losing your mind from the lack of sleep.

All you see when you wake up for those few minutes and seconds- is the soft lights of traffic as Peter drives home, the light dim in the car, and no more noise besides the soft clicking in the car.

“Sleepy, huh?” you feel Peter's soft hand run through the strands of your hair.

He chuckles softly as you slip out of consciousness again.

You drift in and out of consciousness, vaguely aware of movement and muffled voices. When you finally come to full awareness, you find yourself in an unfamiliar room. As your eyes adjust to the dim light, you realize you're lying on a comfortable bed, wrapped in a soft blanket.

A cool, damp cloth rests on your forehead, and you notice you're wearing an oversized sweater that isn't yours. The scent is familiar - it's Peter's.

As if on cue, Peter appears in the doorway, holding a glass of water. His face shows a mix of relief and concern when he sees you're awake.

"Hey," he says softly, approaching the bed. "How are you feeling?"

You try to sit up, feeling a bit dizzy but much better than before. "I'm... okay, I think. What happened?"

Peter sits on the edge of the bed, offering you the water. "You got pretty sick at the concert. I couldn't just leave you, so I brought you back to my place to keep an eye on you. I hope that's alright baby.“

You take a sip of water, noticing how Peter's eyes never leave your face. "Thank you," you murmur.

There's a moment of silence, heavy with unspoken words. You're both acutely aware of the kiss before the concert, the tension of the past few days, and now this unexpectedly intimate situation.

Peter clears his throat. "Listen, about what happened before the show..."

You hold your breath, waiting for him to continue. The air feels charged with possibility.

“I'm sorry for blowing up on you- I was just… Jealous. I wanted you to know- whenever you are around I can't speak.”

Peter takes a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours. "I want to apologize," he begins, his voice soft but sincere. "I completely overreacted at the party and then again with Kenny at the concert. I had no right to get jealous or upset darling.“

“I just-…”

He mumbles, filling the room with silence for a few moments as you two stare at each other, communicating everything without words.

“you- you should know that I like you y/n. I-… I want you all to myself. I realize I can't see you with anyone else after the concert. Let me treat you right.” Peter muttered quietly to you.

He crept closer to you, sitting on the edge of the bed and hurrying back to put his hand atop yours.

“I have-I have more to tell you as well. I don't know any easy way to say this.” Peter mumbled quietly, looking away from you.

"There's... something else I need to tell you," Peter says, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's not easy to say, and it might be hard to believe."

You lean in, curious and a little concerned. "What is it, Peter? You can tell me anything."

He takes a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity you've never seen before.

“Have you seen- my canines when I talk? How…Um… pale I am?” Peter's voice was a little on edge as he spoke.

“Y…Yeah?” You muttered in response. There was no denying you had noticed it quite a bit.

“So- a while ago… maybe… I was around… 15 or 16… and I got attacked- not by… something human.” Peter trailed off, and you felt like you knew where this was leading.

“A…what you would call- someone who…feeds off of blood. Specifically… Human.” everything began to make… sense. The possessiveness- the way he lingered his eyes over any slight glance of blood on you… the paleness…

“I got infected. You may not believe me and all but… I'm what you would call… ”A vampire“ in fiction.”

“This is- a lot to take in… peter,” you mumbled softly- your voice still slightly raspy from getting sick.

��I know- I just… Since I like you- and I want to continue something… I think you should know. I promise to be completely honest with you from now on.” Peter mumbled back quietly, putting his hand on top of yours.

“I have so many questions-” you mumbled quietly to him.

“Ask away sweetheart.” Peter lightheartedly chuckled.

You and Peter talk for a while- asking questions time and time after… trying to comprehend the information he just dumped on you.

“I've been without- well… My food- your blood for days. It's kind of a pain in my ass.” Peter grumbled softly.“ Your mind began to wander- what if… did you offer some out to him? Could it help?

As you slowly swallowed the large pill of information… the more you began to overthink. How were you going to cope with the fact the man you loved… was a monster? Feeding off of other people, harming other people for his benefit?

[hopefulromances]

"hi" *raspy voice* + with jamie tartt (she/her) pleaaasee 🫶

Y'all rlly love snuggles with Jamie don't you?

You don't remember falling asleep. You remember straddling Jamie, on the couch, his hands lightly tickling your sides as he brushed his finger tips up and down. The two of you exchanging soft kisses and words of adoration, and a few cheeky words as well. At some point, you rested your head in Jamie's shoulder, and let your eyes drift close.

But you're certain you didn't fall asleep. That was until you opened your eyes and the sun was considerably lower in the sky. Jamie's hands were still wrapped around you, now one rubbed up and down your back while the other kept your head cradled into his neck. There was something playing on the television, though it was so soft that it was just a soft murmur in the background.

You shifted in Jamie's lap, and pressed a kiss to his neck. He chuckled slightly, loosening his grip on you to let you lean back. You Sat up straight on his lap and stretched up. He smiled at you, his hands finally finding a home on your hips.

"Hi." His voice was raspy from lack of use. The tone sending a bit of warm down to your toes. "Have a good nap?"

You nodded, returning his smile. "I had a very comfy pillow." Jamie's smile turned smug. "Though it was like a furnace. I think my eye lids are sweating." His smug smile dissolved. He pushed you off of his lap. "Hey!"

You tumbled to the side, landing on the couch. As he stood up.

"Nope! If you won't appreciate my talents, you have to face the consequences." He walked past you, raising his hands.

"No! Jamie wait!" You reached out and grabbed his arm to try and prevent him from going away. He tried to shake you off but your held on strong. You knew he could easily throw you off of him if he wanted to but you enjoyed the game nonetheless. "I'm sorry."

He turned to look down at you. Finally having his attention again, you pulled him back down onto the couch.

"You're an amazing pillow," You conclude, pulling him to lay down with you. "Now show me what else that pillow can do."

His eyes lit up as he rolled on top of you. "With pleasure!"

[everydayyoulovemeless]

I just saw the arcade post and pleaaasee can we get more? Something like arcade reacting to couriers that can speak Latin/or all of the companions reacting to someone that can speak Latin. Ty!

FNV Companions Reacting to a Courier That Speaks Latin

➼ Word Count » 0.7k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Platonic/Romantic

Boone will actually pull a gun on you when you say something within his earshot. Even if it was some off-comment thing that some scholar said years ago. He associates the language with the Legion, so you'll have to very quickly explain yourself before he pulls the trigger on you. He'll hesitantly put the gun back down when you do, muttering an apology as he does so. He does feel bad about jumping the gun on you so fast, but you have to understand that it's a knee-jerk reaction from all his years working with the NCR and fighting Legionaries. He doesn't think he'll ever see the language the same way again. It only brings back bad memories, and he'll probably ask if you didn't speak it as much around him. If nothing else, then for his own sanity.

Arcade is... caught off guard? You're either from some sort of Legion territory or, you're a Follower he's never heard about, and he's terrified of it being the latter. He'll be very interested in talking to you further despite his lingering concerns. If you've learned Latin, you probably know many other things, and he'd love to find out how far your knowledge truly goes. He wants to pick your brain apart and see what's hiding underneath and would be glad, ecstatic even, to follow along with you, just to see where it'd take him. It's not every day he meets someone else who has similar interests to his own.

Raul doesn't really care, he just thinks it's neat. Not many wastelanders he meets are educated enough to be able to speak another language, and he's impressed that you managed to accomplish such a feat. Although, he does wish it could've been Spanish instead of a dead language only the slavers speak. He'll give you shit for it, but he's impressed nonetheless.

Lily doesn't understand a word you're saying and just assumes her schizophrenia is acting up again. That being said, she mostly just shrugs her shoulders and nods. She might not know what's happening, but she's sure that she'd probably agree with whatever you're saying.

Cass just rolls her eyes when she first hears you talking. Of course, she's traveling with a nerd. Don't take it the wrong way, she's not trying to be mean, but what is knowing Latin going to do you in the Mojave? Anyone who still speaks it also speaks English, so it's pretty much useless. All that time you spent studying the language could've been spent doing... well, anything else, and she thinks you're a little stupid for not considering that beforehand. It's not a deal breaker for her, she'll still travel with you, but she's definitely not as impressed as some of the others would be.

Veronica's more confused than anything. They don't speak that back at Hidden Valley, and she hasn't exactly heard the best things about the people familiar with the language. That's not to say she isn't interested in learning more about you or where you even learned to speak it. She's out here specifically to learn more about others, and you seem to be a good start. She'd even be willing to learn a few phrases from you. She's caught off guard but not entirely turned off by the idea.

ED-E will just beep back. You can't fully understand him, and he can't fully understand you. He sees this as a perfectly balanced relationship. Although a few others in the Divide also speak that language, and lucky for you, he remembers where they are. So, he has no issues guiding you straight toward them. Maybe you could be friends!

Rex is more attentive to your orders. His memories from before being The King's dog are a bit foggy but, when he hears you speak Latin, there's a part of him that remembers those words. Or, at least, the tone. Ceasar spoke a lot of Latin to him when he was under his care, and he may inadvertently associate you with the image he formerly had of him: powerful and demanding. He'll be sure to follow your orders thoroughly.

[greedyhero]

"Later, suckers! It's finally MINE!"

ASKS ARE OPEN!! :D

RULES

pleaaasee no nsfw stuff the mod is a minor!!!

no political stuff this is a roblox ask blog

i dont mind ships but no weird ones

also basic dni

just be normal idk man

INFO

this blog is run by @wravarice! this is my first ask/rp blog and honestly i havent seriously roleplayed since my roblox roleplaying days💔 its ok guys just be patient if you send me an ask or something idk

Greedy!Player/Greed will talk like this!

HATRED WILL TALK LIKE THIS.

actions for the both of them will be written [in brackets]

thoughts for the both of them will be written [the same but italicized]

[☆ ooc: mod will talk like this]

more info + anon list under the cut! [includes context?? for the blog]

CHARACTER(S) INFO

greedy!player is an au where greed wins the battle against the player [and hatred too] somehow, taking control over the player :D greed spares hatred though so they can work together. hatred obviously does not approve but greed still keeps it around [i stole that part about hatred being there too tbh it makes sense]

this idiot greed doesnt even try to pretend to be the player hes just happy to be here lmao

EXTRA INFO

this is very based off of pure is not good [ao3 fic], specifically the first chapter please read it its soooo good........Guys i did originally have a greedy!player idea but i didnt really flesh it out did i mention you should read the aforementioned fic [also i did take that quote from it]

also kind of inspired by @/buildingabetterfuture and the other various block tales ask blogs

dividers by @/anitalenia, @/saradika, and @/omi-resources respectively :D

TAGS

#Ooh, what's this? - asks

#You're all mine! - in character rp stuff

#Crazy? I was crazy once! - they locked me in a room random unrelated in character posts

#☆ ooc :D - random out of character posts

#It's like looking in a mirror! - other greed blogs

#Haha, look, it's you! - other hatred blogs

[i dont have any ideas for solitude and fear blogs tags. Sorry lmao]

ANON LIST

rich anon💰💲💵, Y anon, random/knife anon

Greedy!Player REFERENCE (???)

greeds arms that are coming from the players back are optional BTW

its kind of a wip design but whatever. ignore the bottom right doodle theyre just there too i guess

ill probably make another ref sheet with more effort some other time maybe [also feel free to make fan art of them or your own designs!!]

[spookythesillyfella]

Hiiiii so ignore my previous reblog that wasn’t me. Me. Me wish to know more. Abt funny puter n funny meter. May me please know about funny puter n funny electric meter relationship, because I find it soso interesting that in their backstory they’re kind of oposites of each other with each sorta trying to avoid being one another, but their relationships looks to be very fine actually? Did they work it out? Do they just ignore allat happened? Are they okay? Do they go to parties?

I NEEEDDD TO KNOW SPOOKS MY FRIEND PLEAAASEE

PLEEEASEEE

(^ this is all said in a cool non-chalant manner btw not desperate at all)/j

YES YES I CAN TALK ABOUT THEM YES YES I WIN I WIN I WIN I WIN YAYAYAYY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

at the very beginning of electraceyz creation [a few monthz – a year after their creation] they didn't have much of a relationship to speak of ; tracey waz . for the mozt part . kept in solitary confinement for studying . and colin kept going on with hiz daily dutiez and tazkz helping around the lab

however . once tracey waz alzo introduced to work somewhere around a year ½ after their creation . colin noticed them a lot more ; he waz fazcinated by finally seeing another one of hiz kind [a sentient machinery] in hiz environment [let alone a brethren made up of the same metal and wire az you were] and generally wanted to obzerve them more – leading up to thoze 19 ½ yearz of hiz life . he had only interacted with rezearchersz . so he wanted to see what interacting with someone like him would be like [have i mentioned thiz guy iz extremely bad at socializing ? that he haz no clue how to talk to real people ? or have i done a good job at implying that cuz yeah he suckz at it]

over time . az theze two were subjected to more and more work dayz throughout the yearz . they grew quite cloze – colin would alwayz try to help tracey with their tazkz and defend them from scoldingz . and tracey [who waz often ignored and dizregarded by the people at the facility for not performing az well az the computer] felt like they were finally SEEN by someone . even if that someone waz . in a senze . a rival ; they would eventually start hanging out even outzide work hourz . where they got more of a glimpze into juzt how deplorable one anotherz conditionz were

tracey didn't live in a fancy lab like colin . in fact . it waz quite a dingy area with a lot of broken machinery – it almozt looked like an out-of-service lab that had been haztily rebranded az theirz – but it waz quiet . izolated from mozt of the world [thiz iz where tracey would even dizcover their love for playing the guitar . az their room provided them with the ability of strumming without ever being noticed ; both a blezzing and a curze] ; colinz room . on the other hand . waz in the mozt priztine conditionz – clean . futuriztic . well-equipped to suit hiz every need [although there definitely weren't many needz to him bezide eating and sleeping . az theze two were hybridz of technology and living people] – but . az tracey noticed . he waz alwayz monitored – cameraz scattered everywhere and a reazercher alwayz right around the corner – it made tracey sick to the degree privacy didn't exizt for him

and . while colin saw nothing wrong with being conztantly monitored – and . why would he be ? theze people gave him life ! hez grateful to have been treated with such kindnezz all throughout hiz life – neither of them would really realize how deep thiz monitoring went . at leazt for a while

becauze soon . colin would start to forget a lot of the timez shared with tracey . their converzationz . what they got up to together.

tracey would soon dizcover that a majority of hiz memoriez stored in hiz drivez were being trashed during hiz weekly maintenance checkz – specifically becauze they didn't correlate to work . or to the specific purpozez the people at the facility had in mind for him ; traceyz solution to thiz waz to start making back-up filez for colin . which turned out to be a successful plan

and . az more time pazzed . the two would begin to drift away ; they hung out lezz . they talked lezz – in part becauze colin waz alwayz getting whizked away to azzizt in a "secret project" that even HE didn't know what waz about – but tracey still tried to be there for him . even if he couldn't remember a majority of thingz about tracey

the lazt time they had seen one another before colin waz taken away to fulfill hiz "true purpose" . tracey had promized they will "save him" . that they will azzizt them the same way he had done for them . that they wouldn't let him forget anymore ; colin inzizted that it wazn't such a big deal – that thiz would be juzt a small update to hiz hardware and software and that he'd still be him . that he wouldn't need any saving

and .. he waz partially right .. it WAZ an update to hiz hardware and software ... but it waz very worrizome ...

The Operation waz a succezz . for the mozt part – it waz functional . it could thrive in the environment prezented . and it could now monitor every move made in the facility . in every room.

tracey had tried to vizit the computer multiple timez during thiz period . but they were almozt alwayz declined entrance to itz room ; at some point . however . they ended up sneaking in – unbeknownzt to the reazercherz . but completely expected by The Operation itzelf

tracey tried to reazon . to talk – to explain that they simply mizzed "their brother" and that they juzt "wanted to see if he waz up to hear a little tune they'd been working on" [which waz partially true – tracey had alwayz tried to showcaze their guitar skillz to colin – but it waz obviouz that they juzt wanted to see what happened to him and eaze their worry] but waz met with hoztility ; a long monologue talking about how "thiz izn't them" and how "they need to accept their true purpoze of being a machine" . that "their humanity will only be their downfall" and tracey waz beyond convinced that they had to do something about thiz – they had to put and end to it before it was too late

tracey went through so many trialz and tribulationz to try and get to the point where they could unhook colin from the syztem and free him – from looking for information in unexpected placez . to sneaking around in areaz with denied accezz . to almozt getting themzelvez decomizzioned multiple timez [which would actually prove to be very uzeful for their plan . but what waz a hugely rizky move] but . mozt importantly . biding their time ... waiting for the perfect moment to strike ...

and . when that moment came . they acted ; their plan went through – they succeeded – but . to ezcape the certainty that they would BOTH get decomizzioned if caught . they both ran away

they both spent quite some time in recovery – tracey giving back the computerz memoriez and explaining all that went down when he waz hooked up – and tried to think of where to go from here ; they couldn't get a job – they'd be found out immediately az "the prized machinez of the big inztitute that went rogue" and be returned to them . only to end up dizmantled – without a job they had no money . without money they couldn't buy a houze or food . and without thoze thingz ...

however . colin hatched a plan – he put hiz digital world to good uze and uzed up limited energy to power it up and provide shelter for theze two

theze two went through so much shit in the span of a decade and a bit . and their relationship had alwayz been tumultuouz . but i feel like they've finally reached a point where they can actually enjoy one anotherz company without worrying about the conzequencez ... itz juzt kind of a shame that colinz humour iz more bazed in dad-jokez and punz . while tracey iz more drawn to teenage boy humour

[hymnosis]

it’s simple enough: go in, take a look, then get out. maybe even foolproof. a quick cursory sweep of the room convinces jihoo that he’s probably alone, so he enters confidently. the room’s full of unused props, some he doesn’t recognise and others that seem familiar. he peruses the collection until he finds a sick-looking shirt. probably one of the circus workers’. figuring it wouldn’t hurt, jihoo tries it on and takes a few selfies in it. once he’s had his fill, he tries taking it off and… why isn’t it coming off? the shirt is firmly stuck around his shoulders, and he’s hit with the sudden realisation of what it looks like.

sneaking into a room he’s not really supposed to be in? check. doing something he maaaybe shouldn’t be doing? check. somehow getting himself stuck… jihoo wiggles around some more, trying to somehow get it off his body with the miraculous power of sheer will. when nothing inevitably happens, proving his effort futile, he gives up.

somehow getting himself stuck: one very reluctant and resounding check.

he sighs resignedly, already thinking about how to get himself out of this situation without being on the receiving end of a lecture when he hears someone laugh. so maybe he hadn’t been alone after all. “hey uh…” he doesn’t really recognise who it is (and can barely see out of this freaking thing!) but immediately jumps on the opportunity to receive help. if they’re laughing, they’re less likely to tell him off. “a little help? pleaaasee?”

WHOOPS with @boyjove

[ya-zz]

Ok ok, I was the one who just sent in the genji appreciation thingy and I have to request something but you can change it idc I love everything like I really do love everything and anything but pleasseee pleaaasee pre!fall genji with a female reader where he gets proposed to? like, like, flowers! romantic setting! just super corny, reader even got him a expensivs ring! but like, they don't know each other that well and reader just really really likes him even with his whole bad reputation aaaaaa BARK BARK ARF ARFF AWOOOOO

Holy shit this one took a while to come out, but here we are. I will get another one done this weekend if everything goes to plan- I will finish these requests, I promise you!

Thank you for requesting! Was a pleasure to write the soft boy!

Genji x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1061

Genji Shimada. The younger brother to Hanzo, a boy with no head, some would say. One could say he’s mischievous although fun, while one could say he’s immature, not suitable for leading or being within the Shimada Clan. 

You, however, didn’t see that. You didn’t see the playboy everyone called him, you saw someone having fun, someone enjoying their life as best they can considering the circumstances he was under. He was a boy you had your eyes on ever since you first saw him. Sure, the looks played a part in it, but his personality and fun nature drew you in further. You were lucky to get close to him one night, hands brushing against each other and you swore a spark was felt. 

Once he touched your hand, it was like a switch had been flicked. He practically dropped everything to get closer to you. There were no more drunken sex-crazed nights, no more playing around with other people. His focus was all on you. 

From then on, you and the boy would meet more often, slowly turning it into a daily thing. You would talk for hours on end, getting to know each other better. Your favourite places to go were the coffee shop and the park, spending hours upon hours within each others bubble. You would sit for hours, talking and laughing and it wasn't long after the frequent meetings that you became official partners. It was an afternoon you were going to remember for years to come; the sweet and rowdy boy was timid, fumbling over his words.

He was nervous and rightfully so when he asked you. He wasn’t entirely sure you felt the same way, but when you had exclaimed a loud ‘yes’, his ears perked up and a smile filled his entire face. His arms enveloped you in a tight, yet gentle embrace, hands stroking the small of your back as his face nuzzled into the side of your neck. 

From there on, date nights happened more frequently. Movie and takeout, Genji trying to beat you at any game whether that was in the arcade or at home, sometimes you’d just go for a simple walk around the parks, taking in the scenery. Genji would always look over at you, candid images of you saved within his memory, something he would always look back on. You were perfect for him. 

Everything was perfect.

You would always shower him in love and affection. From the small things such as gentle touching, kisses on the cheek or forehead when he wasn’t paying much attention. You’d find little gifts that you thought he’d like whenever you were out shopping, small gadgets, fidget toys that he could keep in his pocket, to the latest game he was raving about. 

He would thank you profusely, wondering what brought all this on. He had never felt this kind of love before, it was all new to him but he enjoyed it. Genji loved the affection, he loved the gifts, small and big and he felt as if he could never return that favour. Despite your protests, you never wanted anything in return and anything he did return was cherished just as much as he was. 

But then things changed for awhile and he got concerned, you became somewhat distant, conversations shortened and he panicked. He thought things were going south, but what brought it on he couldn’t figure out. 

Only when he came home from a family gathering did it all make sense. 

The living room lights were dimmed, candles were lit and there was a bouquet of roses on the table. Beside the flowers was a small note, one that he hesitantly picked up. Did I miss our anniversary? Is this the calm before the storm?

The look on his face when you entered the room was enough to make anxiety rise. You saw the panic within his eyes, but that quickly diminished the moment he looked you up and down. 

While wearing a more casual yet formal attire, you looked gorgeous. Genji felt his mouth open slightly as you approached him before his hands made their way to your hips, pulling you suddenly into a kiss.

Words were exchanged, ones of “I love you,” and “I need you,” passing between the pair of you as you seated on the sofa. Something is going on…

The ninja saw the hesitation, the way your cheeks flushed, eyes averting his and your hands staying behind your back. He was about to speak when you cut him off, hand holding his before sliding off the sofa, kneeling in front of him. 

His eyes widened slightly before he realised what was going on. You could feel his hand shake in your grasp as you removed your other hand from behind your back, showing him the ring seated in the leather box. A small, yet expensive silver ring seated between the padding sparkled under the candlelight.

“Genji Shimada-” you smile, “will you be my husband?” 

It’s like the temperature in the room heightened, a warmth spreading through both bodies before the ninja nodded his head, accepting the proposal. 

Sliding the ring onto his finger, he admired the metal before he pulls you up from the ground, arms wrapped tight around you as the box falls to the floor. He was gentle, yet his kisses were rough, hands roaming your back as he pulls you even closer to his body. He wasn’t wasting anytime as he picked you up, almost throwing you back down onto the sofa.

Hands tangled in hair, both his and yours, kisses shared between lips, tongues playing and exploring. Soft gasps and whimpers filled the room, and and exploration of each others bodies ensued. 

One night led to two, then to three… You and Genji were practically inseparable, more so now than ever; hands holding each others, fingers interlocking even within the warm weather of Hanamura. You didn’t want to leave his side, and he wasn’t ready to part from you either. 

Despite his family’s objection, he didn’t care. He was all for getting married with you. A partner in crime, he would say, kissing your forehead to dispel any worries or concerns. 

He was excited for what the future holds, and if it was anything like it was before, he was ready to love every single moment of it.

—

KOFI

[dishushu]

OK BUT HEAR ME OUT PAVITR WITH A SOUTHEAST ASIAN S/O

I’m Indonesian myself and I barely see SEAsian!Reader content and I’m currently writing one rn bc I LOVE this idea

HELLO??? THIS IS SO CUTE WHAT THE FUCK i love it with u anon THANK YOU LOVE<33

im gonna make it as hcs because IM SO LAZY to make a fic sobsob IM SO SORRY ITS SHORT MY BRAINCELLS R DYING RIGHT NOW

okay i feel like

he would adore your special traits i mean he would LOVE IT

you guys rule the world being the most diverse couple

he would learn your language no DOUBT no matter if its hard or easy he would do it he would say little phrases in your language and its SO CUTE

but if your hindu/sindhi like him yall would never never talk in english, he would literally embrace every moment and will be so grateful he has a sindhi/hindu s/o

he would try your traditional food and he would be in LOVE like he be melting n shit

but if your hindu/sindhi like him he would have chai sessions w you every day with pav bhaji (UGHHHH AMAZING)

if you have a rough hair day, he would put coconut oil in your hair (the brand parachute coconut oil ALWAYS saves the day!!!!!!111)

would watch kabhi kushi kabhi gham with you everyday and will always cry to it even if u arent indian and you would cry to it too!!! (whoever is reading this PLEAAASEE WATCH IT ITS SO GOOD I PROMISE)

call eachother petnames in yalls language its so adorable im melting physically

EITHER WAY he really really really loves you

(i need him im so deluSIONAL)