#rest in pieces Karl you will not be missed

[jtownraindancer]

"You learn to fight in a castle? Some old man teach you how to stand and parry? How to fight with honor? You know what's wrong with honor?"

Burn Gorman as Karl Tanner in Game of Thrones 4.5- First of His Name

[trek-tracks]

Okay, hear me out. TOS 4 is the time travel movie. So AOS 4 is the time travel movie, but it's not about whales.

It's about a conversation AOS Spock had with TOS Spock before the latter died, when TOS Spock mentioned that things didn't really go irrevocably wrong in his universe until Admiral Kirk disappeared with the Enterprise-B. AOS Spock wonders what repercussions this has had on his own, somewhat more distressing universe, and when the AOS Enterprise bridge crew finds itself assigned to protect Earth by examining an unstable temporal ribbon that seems to be crossing through the galaxy--well. Spock wonders. Is this the Nexus? They find out soon enough that it is. And since Spock's the first one in, technically, the Nexus gives him what he wants, which is what the Nexus has--the ability to cross universes as well.

Now everyone, out in two groups on separate missions has to resist succumbing to the temptations of the world of the Nexus while they try to rescue Admiral Kirk, making sure his mission is still completed (so as not to destroy anything for the TNG folks' reality) but that he survives, so that they can figure out how to get through the Nexus and pop him back in his universe right as he's supposed to leave on the Enterprise-B. AOS Spock is sure he can figure out those calculations somehow. Some of the temptations are funny, some are sad, but we find out where Uhura and Sulu and Scotty are in their lives, and where they want to be.

Like Spock got to meet TOS Spock, TOS Kirk gets to meet Kirk (and Spock, and McCoy, and eventually the rest of the bridge crew). AOS Kirk learns that the life he's been envious of all this time didn't turn out well in the end because TOS Kirk ran toward duty alone despite what he had, and TOS Kirk learns that a) he could have suffered so much more loss, b) he's just one of a set of infinite possibilities, just like AOS Kirk is, and c) he's been wasting eternity exploring those other possibilities of happiness in the Nexus when he could have been content with what he already had.

He finds out what happened to TOS Spock, and it's agonizing. He sees this weird young Spock and Bones, both of whom could bench-press him, and he misses his Spock and Bones so much that the Nexus starts trying to change the fantasy world, to their detriment. It's only when the crew sticks as close as possible together and all concentrates on wanting the same thing that they're all able to shift the Nexus to their goal. Then Picard shows up. Things get complicated.

We hear, from Generations: And in the end, what did it get me? An empty house...Not this time.

and from Star Trek V: I knew I wouldn't die because the two of you were with me.

I thought you said men like us don't have families.

I was wrong.

TOS Kirk decides that, yes, he wants to leave, and he wants to go back. But they're not entirely sure how to line up Picard's plan and TOS Kirk's plan and the AOS plan and have it all work. It's a lot to figure out.

To simplify things, AOS Kirk decides he's going to volunteer to go die in TOS Kirk's place so that they can return TOS Kirk and at least one of them will have a decent ending, because his own life still feels so uncertain. This seems like it's going to work until his Spock and Bones both read him the riot act. But it's Bones who really goes off.

Karl Urban gets a great speech as Bones about how both Spock and Kirk met their counterparts, a chance which he will likely never be afforded and neither of them learned anything from it. Spock went off and punctured the walls of a universe even though TOS Spock indirectly destroyed AOS Vulcan through it. Kirk is trying to run away and die again because he doesn't know what to do with himself, even though TOS Kirk had an unhappy ending to a good life because at the end he ran away and tried to die again. Bones just tries to pick up the pieces. You don't fix things by tearing them apart, and you don't fix them by tearing yourself apart. You fix them by healing the rift. AOS Kirk's eyes light up. They're going to fix the rift.

They're going to give this random meaningless villain what he wants, throw him into the Nexus, he can have infinite joy, then they're going to seal it and heal it.

After all, AOS Bones says. He had a drink with TOS Kirk at the man's insistence, even though the Saurian Brandy didn't taste like anything, and Kirk told him he could cure anything from a rock to a rainy day. The tasteless brandy? Apparently Bones is the person who can actually perceive that nothing here is real, so he doesn't want anything except for everyone to remain safe.

From Beyond: Better to die saving lives than to live with taking them. 

Bones says: Better that no one dies at all. This time, no one dies.

So TOS Kirk and the Bridge crew go with Picard to subdue Soran and honestly, it's not that tough with all of them. Nobody had to die. And as they fix the rift, with TOS Kirk and Picard's Enterprise about to be thrown back into their universe on one side and the AOS Enterprise into theirs on the other, Picard suddenly realizes that he never clarified how they were getting Kirk back to his own time. And how will they explain his status?

TOS Kirk grins. Good thing I know how to slingshot around the sun, he says. And when they report me missing, I'll just say I didn't go in the first place. Clerical error. Who are they to argue with an alive man?

AOS Kirk has so many questions, but the two of them merely salute each other, and then they're thrown back.

Back in his own time, TOS Kirk walks into a Starfleet Academy apartment, and hear him say:

Bones, I heard you got laid up with Andorian flu and Spock was taking care of you, and this I just had to see! How many hypos? Don't let him talk you out of any, Spock. They're all important, every single one, even ones he hasn't heard of.

A pause.

Yes, I know I said Starfleet needed me. I just thought maybe you two needed me more this time.

Back in the AOS universe and Spock's calculations are totally off in getting home, because he didn't account for the gravitational pull of--

Vulcan. The planet that apparently still exists.

TOS Spock still came into their universe--he was always going to live longer than his ties to his Enterprise family. But his actions had been tempered, less destructive, which had clearly resulted in the Enterprise being able to save the planet. They were going to have to find out how.

Not everything had changed, of course. Nero had still been Nero, they had still come together. But Jim only vaguely remembers dying, now, as though it had happened to somebody else. He feels more settled than he ever has before. Some of that's the time travel revision, and some of that's the meeting with his alternate self, and some of that's Bones' yelling. Spock feels a sense of closure. Bones is just relieved that nobody died this time.

Uhura suddenly and quietly alerts them to the chronometer. It's a week before they left, which means there are now two Enterprise bridge crews on Earth, and that they need to lie low for a week to avoid running into themselves.

What should we do, Captain? she asks.

Jim smiles.

Let's go to Yosemite.

[lilisouless]

sorry, i know you are sick of my self promo already but i am still copping, i am not feeling okay like the rest of the world

Chapter 1.

Alina peppersprays Mal´s face

Alina drives a tied up Mal and threatens him with a taser

Chapter 2

Kaz steals Alina´s car keys

Genya, affectionately, calls Mal a cheap whore

Morozov almost rolls over Alina with his car

Chapter 3

Alina takes tea with Colm

Mal ask Alina to a "no date" and says goodbye before forgeting he never asked where she is staying

Morozov reveals his magic to Alina, who runs away the second the turns his back

Chapter 4

Alina believes she must be on a prank or gasligthing tv show , so she asks Mal to take off his shirt to search for a mic, then quickly stops him cause "i am not giving those pigs some fanservice material"

Mal licks a piece of a statue to prove what material it´s make off

Alina makes a list of the citizens she met-the characters they may be playing and Kaz´s section is:

- Karl Baz Klark Vanz    Kaz (written by Mal)- unknown (altought he might be Shrek) 

Chapter 5

Alina and Mal break into Kaz & Zoya´s house, they are busted because they took two candies from a jar and Zoya has them counted

In Kaz´s room, they find a note in a drawer while he is absent: ”Looking throught my stuff, Miss Starvoka,That´s a dissapointment, i was expecting better from you PS: If Oretsev is with you, tell him that from him i didn't expect better"

They find a wand that turns out to be a bubble bottle in Kaz´s hiddings

Chapter 6

(Simplified) Morozov: And Alina, this is very important, don't say a word of this to Mal (cut) Mal: not a word to Mal?!

Mal chases a fox that has Alina´s keys on it´s mouth

Mal encounters Baghra being the bitchy old lady she is (aka he gets insulted and hit with a cane a lot)

Chapter 7

Alina has lunch with Ohval but she fears the food is poisoned so she has to throw it in plants or under her shirt

Mal throws himself in the fountain and cuts his pants into shorts to prove he doesn’t have microphones

Morozov has to force himself to awkwardly and reclutantly hug Mal as a thank you for helping Ulla (both are completely disgusted)

Chapter 8

Kaz steals a watch from a dead man in his funeral

Zoya offering her lawyer services to the widowed woman while she is crying on the same funeral

Alina sticks her hand on the corpse’s mouth to make sure it’s real

Chapter 9

Kaz gets in a fight by saying a “your mother” joke

Mal and Alina being jealous from a distance , so unsubtle that Ulla only can look in disappointment

The names shown on the graves: Per Haskell, Dominik Vertov, Ylva Brum, Jordie Rietveld,Wylan Hendriks,Isaak Andreyev , a triple thombstone

Chapter 10

Alina stealing food from a funeral,then Hanne also stealing some from Mila

Mila stabbing a raggedy mouse chanting “bad Zak,bad Zak”

Hanne making a flower crown for Mila

(More things happen but i consider them too serious to call them random shit)

Chapter 11

First thing Nina does after being freed, is dolling herself up in the mirror

Kaz taking care of a drunk Zoya

Ivan and Fruszi being disgusted of having to act like a couple and finding a loophole so they don’t have to kiss

[diagonal-queen]

HI HIIII

just poppin in with a little request?

Could i please request chuuya with a reader who’s in the ada?

Like maybe they were in the mafia with chuuya(having been there abt as long as dazai) and then they get closer to him than dazai? But they also leave the pm when dazai does (for the same reasom dazai does?)

Maybe they try to keep contact with him after they leave? And they finallY meet again after a while?

And maybe reader has the same personality as the reader from your first kiss fic?

Idk if this is too specific but please ignore any of my details and write what feels right to you if you accept this request?

I hope this isnt too much to ask? And thank youuuuu

(Also sorry I fell asleep{exams hv me ass beatt} loved your analyses on dm!)

-jaya

jayaaaaaaaa this is a great req! i've already sort of come up with such a scenario in my head i just haven't had a reason to write it UNTIL NOWWWWWWWWWW also my gosh, i can imagine how tired you are. make sure to get plenty of rest and take care of yourself hon! 🌺 (i appreciate you sending karl to gimmie some toilet papers (all raccoons are karl now))

Calmer Waters

♡ pairing: Chuuya Nakahara x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: You secretly meet up with your ex-colleague Chuuya after a long period of not having seen him after leaving the Port Mafia. You two have a lot (of feelings) to talk about!

♡ wc: 2.3k

♡ cw: Swearing, mentions of death and spooooky mafia stuff, for this fic we're assuming that reader was also kinda friends with Odasaku, mentions of Mori Ougai, lmk if I missed anything

note: Don't worry about being too specific, I actually prefer when reqs are more specific so I have an easier time catering to the reader's preferences and writing a better piece lol 💓 Apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy!

Standing still was pure torture. You had to release your nerves somehow, but you didn't want to appear weak by twiddling your thumbs, or tapping your feet on the wooden planks of the pier. You were frightened, ashamedly so, but still very much frightened.

You couldn't imagine how he must truly feel about you now. You couldn't blame him at all- if he'd disappeared just as suddenly as you and Dazai had all those years ago, you'd be pretty pissed. You and him had been in very unstable contact for the past four years, but you didn't think you could trust that as an actual indicator of his feelings towards you. Such was the reason you had invited him to the place you both used to frequent together.

Chuuya was once your best friend. At the time you'd had good faith that even though you were leaving him, he wasn't really alone. There were others who cared for him there. You didn't have a choice but to leave. Whenever you felt otherwise, you remembered the look in Dazai's eyes when he told you that it was time to go. Unlike any other.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn't notice him approaching.

"Hey," he said from behind you, and you jumped.

"Oh, my god." You breathed, your hand racing to your chest as you turned. It was unmistakably him- the fiery hair, old fedora, black coat draped over his shoulders making him appear fierce and grandiose. Chuuya Nakahara. "You scared me."

"I'm not that frightening," Chuuya gave you an ironic smile. You missed that face of his. That comforting aura. "At least, I didn't think I was to you."

"No- it's..." you suddenly felt like you might cry. You hadn't actually seen Chuuya in person for four long years, only scarcely communicating with him through far too complicated means, ranging from anonymous phone calls to actual paper letters. It was too difficult to directly talk to him when not only were you now in a company that directly opposed his organisation, but you were also almost always by Dazai's side.

You both stood under the moonlight, Chuuya several metres back on the pier and enveloped in shadows. The only sound was the ocean, and even that felt more muted than normal. You huffed, before racing towards him and throwing yourself into his arms.

"I missed you," you said to him, squeezing him as hard as you could. "I missed you, Chuuya."

You hadn't been expecting him to squeeze you back with such firmness that he almost lifted you off the ground.

"Damnit, Y/N. I missed you, too."

You two didn't let go of each other, allowing your fingernails to sink into one another's backs and bury your faces in each other's necks. Chuuya's aroma, musk and cologne and smoke, acted as respite from the salty scent of the sea.

"I don't..." you began, in a whisper. "Don't wanna let go."

"I know, but..." he answered just as softly, before slowly pulling from the embrace. He still kept your hands in his though, clearly feeling the same way you did. You were worried that he'd vanish if you were to let go of him again. "There we are."

"You look great, Chuuya," you told him, giving him a once over. "Still got that hat, I see."

"You don't look too similar at all, yourself. But...you feel the same."

"Does that balance it out?" You grinned, and he nodded. "Good...yeah. I'm glad to see you."

"Yeah, me too." Chuuya told you. "I was pretty fuckin' surprised when I saw your offer, y'know. I wondered why whatever you wanted to say was important enough to warrant an in-person meeting."

"I was equally as surprised just now when you showed up!" You replied, leading him to the edge of the pier and taking a seat, allowing your legs to dangle over the almost-statuesque ocean. "I thought that you either wouldn't come or you'd send someone else in your place. Y'know, to kill me, or something."

"...yeah." Chuuya paused for a minute, almost surprised by such a statement. You glanced at him, concerned, but quickly resumed your conversation.

"I know...there's things you wanna ask me that I wasn't able to tell you sooner. And I made sure Dazai doesn't know I'm here, either. So I'm all yours to talk to, so long as you keep it between us, and-"

"Why did you two go?" He asked, for what must have been the hundredth time. Though, it sounded rather different now that it was coming directly from his lips. "That's all I've been wanting to know. Why did you leave? ...I won't tell anyone else." You were fully prepared to answer, but now that the time had come, finding the words was much harder.

"...I knew you'd ask this," you chuckled, averting his gaze. "Ah, okay. So, do you know Oda Sakunosuke? Or...did you know him?"

"Heard about him from Dazai. Why?"

"When he died...his last wish was for us to...uh, help people..." you explained, a little nervously. "Save some orphans, he said. According to Dazai, anyway. That's how we got A- the weretiger."

Chuuya said nothing for a minute. You swallowed nervously, your mouth feeling dry.

"I thought at the time that there wasn't much worse than disrespecting the last wish of your friend who died. I knew how much he meant to Dazai especially-" you cut yourself off with a solemn sigh. "I thought if Dazai was going I didn't have a choice but to go with him. When I joined the Port Mafia, he was the only person my age, or...who was really willing to take me under their wing. Besides Mori, obviously, but I don't have Dazai's intellect, or...great personality."

To your fortune, you managed to make Chuuya smile with the sarcastic comment. You felt a little better knowing that he hadn't changed that much.

"I'm glad it's not because you really just hated me," he said, his voice softer. You faced him with a confused frown.

"What? No! I've never hated you. Do you hate me?"

"I hate Dazai, not you."

"So some things don't change..." you murmured, jokingly. "If you were curious, he also still hates you."

"Boohoo," he rolled his eyes. "...but that's what I was really worried about. I thought you left because of me. I thought that bastard must've told you some twisted things about me and convinced you to leave."

"Nah, nothing like that," you waved a dismissive hand. "If that were the case I wouldn't have wanted to see you, would I?"

Chuuya pursed his lips. "Fair point. Speaking of, though...why did you call me here? I mean, I know you wanted to tell me why you left, but that can't have been it. I can tell."

How annoying it was of Chuuya to have been so attentive towards you back then- he maybe knew you better than you knew yourself. Maybe if you'd kept your distance from him, leaving the Port Mafia would have been easier.

"...this is gonna sound stupid to you," you began, cautiously, "but I really wanted to see you. That's all."

"Is that right?" replied the redhead. "Why'd you wait so long, then?"

"Lots of reasons, actually. First, I just assumed that you absolutely wouldn't wanna see me. I mean, I did sorta just...disappear without a word. I felt terrible about it and I knew it would have upset you."

"It did," he affirmed, quietly. You felt a pang of familiar guilt. Chuuya was, to you, a kind man, but he was also honest. You really did appreciate that trait, but it had its cons, too.

"...second of all, I didn't wanna put the two of us in danger, y'know? We both know how formidable the Port Mafia is. There's only two ways of knowing, and that's either to be a member or to be an enemy. And I've been both."

"You know, though, that I'd have been able to keep you safe, right?" He asked. "That moron Dazai would have been willing to keep you safe too, I reckon. I know that he also cares about you."

"I guess, but I was just scared. It was hard, back then. I was confused about everything. I had to sort through my feelings, and I knew that I couldn't do it if I saw you."

"If you felt that bad, you shouldn't have left. I get that Dazai wanted you to, and your dead friend wanted it too, but it's not up to them what you do, Y/N," he said. You almost flinched, but resisted the urge.

"...I know, yeah. At the time it felt like the right thing to do. But those aren't the feelings I was referring to. That's an entire other can of worms I don't feel like opening again right now." You rubbed your face, already rather emotionally exhausted. That being said, this exchange had gone much better than you'd anticipated.

"What feelings, then? Grief, or somethin'?"

"No- well, yeah, but not necessarily. I was just really sad because I liked you a lot, and I was hesitant about leaving 'cause I wanted to stay with you." You thought you'd be nervous telling him that, but it was really a relief to get such a heavy weight off your shoulders. You glanced at him, but his expression hadn't really changed.

"You didn't want to leave...because you liked me?"

"I've always liked you, dumbass. Like, pretty soon after we met. You and Dazai were too busy fucking with each other for you to notice, though," you chuckled. "Once I knew I was leaving I figured that telling you wouldn't do any good."

"No, I knew. I was mostly just pissed because you vanished before I could tell you that I wanted to date you," he told you, casually. Your eyes widened. "Plus, I kinda just thought that you liked Dazai if the two of you disappeared together."

"You're kidding me," you looked at him, dumbstruck. Chuuya shrugged with a despondent smile.

"I wish," he scoffed. "I was pissed. Thought it wasn't fair of him to basically take you away like that, because I knew he knew I liked you. Like I said, I thought he lied about me."

"He did say to avoid you where I could, but I think that was just because you're a mafioso. And a pretty strong one, at that," you noted, matter-of-factly. "And I don't have a strong ability like yours or his. So I got that, obviously. But other than that...nothing, really."

"Huh. That's...pleasantly surprising," he nodded slowly, in acknowledgement of this revelation. "So your leaving had...nothing to do with me at all?"

"Nope."

"...huh," he said again, this time with a smile. "...that's really..."

"I'm sorry for making you think that for so long," you apologised, clasping your hands together in your lap. "I didn't want to hurt you. I would...I would cry right now, but I can't cry anymore about this, I don't think."

"...I understand." Chuuya shifted closer to you, taking one of your hands. "And I forgive you. You forgive me?"

"Forgive you for what?"

"For not..." Chuuya stopped, then turned towards the moonlit sea. "...not trusting you."

You could practically sense Chuuya's slight slouch next to you. It felt so strange. He used to slouch a lot of the time when you two were kids, so much so that it barely even felt like he was sitting. You hadn't really noticed how much better his posture had gotten until that moment. Feeling a little awkward for noticing such a trivial detail, you sadly brushed off the thought.

"...Chuuya," you muttered, reaching over and tucking some of his red hair behind his ear. Such a gesture provoked a lot of nostalgia right then, momentarily surprising you. His hair was still so soft. You took a shaky breath. "That wasn't wrong of you to do. I wouldn't have trusted me either, even if I did like me. I'd have hated me, honestly."

Chuuya faced you with a firm expression. "I wouldn't hate you, ever. I like you, remember? Actually, forget that crap. I love you, stupid. If I didn't, then I wouldn't have come here and talked to you. Y'know, for a former mafia member, you're so dense."

"You're the dense one for thinking that I'd actually leave the mafia because of you," you retorted, though your heart was beating a mile a minute. Though you and Chuuya had a well-established close bond back then, he had never outright told you that he loved you. You sighed. "...I love you too, you idiot."

Chuuya didn't reply to that immediately, he just beamed at you. Looking at him in that moment felt like a reset in your brain- as well as your confession moments prior. You'd tried so hard to forget about him for four years, you really had. But Chuuya Nakahara was beyond compare, and even though all of that effort had been for naught you couldn't care less.

He leaned over and planted a kiss on your cheek; chaste and shy, unlike himself. You turned to him, feeling your face heating up. He stared at you in anticipation, before faltering under your astonished eyes.

"Sorry, it-...it just felt like the right time. To do that, I mean," he explained in a crestfallen mumble, averting his gaze.

"Well, I mean, if it's the right time.." you began, piquing his interest again. "...we should do it properly." After hearing that invitation, Chuuya wasted no time cupping your cheek in his hand and finally pressing his lips to yours.

i gotta love how chuuya is certainly the most requested character i write about lol but i get it- he really is just...the man ever. and he's actually really easy to write tbh because all i need to do is make him The Best™ and i'm set. thank you @gettinshiggywithit for this request- i enjoyed writing it alot!!

[winterzsurprise]

Unholy || Karl Jacobs

Pairing: Karl Jacobs x fem! Reader

Summary: To be a priest meant your loyalty shall rest with the lord and Karl would be a lying if he said he wouldn't want to lie with you instead.

Words: 6.4k

Tags: Overstimulation, priest! Karl, switch!Karl (he whines and comes first does that count?), porn without plot, rough sex, floor sex, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, priest kink, religious kink (i guess), cursing, dirty talk, name calling.

This is a fucking mess because I forced this one during my biggest writer's block but HEY ITS FINALLY FUCKING FINISHED AFTER MONTHS. I'll go fix the mess later on, I am ready to pass out.

As always, constructive criticism is welcomed. I would like to hear what I should change and what not :DD

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The nights where the wind howled against the corners of the church are always the most insufferable nights, Karl observed. 

It’s always when drunken men or sobbing women approach the building with their sins sitting at the edge of their tongue, ready to spew their darkest secrets to the man sitting behind the thin plywood wall.

It's amazing how confident they are in confessing their sins just because their faces are obstructed from his vision.

It was always their disloyalty, either a far-away admiration situation or a recurring event of waking up in another’s arms and another room. It’s something Karl could never fathom how it happens. 

They marry one another in front of the lord with pledges of love and protection then seek a different tongue in a few years.

Not that he could say much in the matter as he has never experienced such a thing, otherwise he’d be excommunicated.

But one thing’s for sure, his heart, although holds no one else but the lord in the heavens, still beats and skips in his chest every once and a while, either for his favourite food on the table or at the sight of you.

Karl barely knows anything about you, other than your frequent visits to the church to help the nuns with the garden and looking over the children at the orphanage and the fact that you just moved into the small town of Kinoko.

It was amazing how despite knowing so little about you, his heart still stuttered in its cage whenever you greeted him with a wide smile, waving so sweetly, he thought you could make a miss universe cry with how graceful and attention grabbing you are without effort 

It’s a simple connection between a priest and a citizen yet he swears whenever you sway your hips whenever you pass by him or move away your hair to show him your neck, you were offering yourself to him.

Your vanilla scent tantalises him, taunting his bound hands to break free and swallow you whole. He had never thought how a sweet scent could elicit such an emotion until then.

Karl can’t even remember the last night he had where he had to fight of his desires apparent by the uncomfortable tent in his pants, nor can he recall the moments where his head steers clear of its imaginative state that’s mostly composed of him snapping and bending you on the nearest elevated surface to see your face crumple into an expression of pure pleasure.

As much as he imagined taking you gently in your bed like the gentleman he appeared to be, there’s an insatiable beast in the prowl who'd love nothing but eat you through and through leaving nothing, not even a piece of your bone, until your scent and taste has ingrained itself to his head and tongue in his waking and resting state.

It was a morbid thought a person like him shouldn’t have but his feelings are far tamer than what his mind lets on, still they remind him of the sinner he once was.

A man who lust over someone, whose hands became more tainted and occupied with every day passing with her growing closer to him.

He's no different from the others he swore to never turn into, the only difference was the cassock he wears, a sign of his affiliation with a religion while the others wore casual clothes.

Would you run if you ever saw the foul, revolting scenes his mind conjured for him at the deepest of nights when sleep felt like a tedious task and your smile taunting his very being?

Today was unfortunately one of those nights he dreaded yet welcomed so warmly like a friend, the stings of the chilly night on his cheeks is the only thing grounding him. The silence in the chapel is torturous, enough to make him wish for the usual boring confessions from the town folks.

Until the double doors creaked open and came calmed footsteps approaching the booth, it sounded nervous and jittery, making him wonder if this person's confession is more than adultery or lying.

Karl couldn't help but be hopeful that it'll be a different topic tonight.

He still wouldn't mind Susan telling him of her recent adventures with her neighbour's husband or John sluggishly recalling his latest fuck after work when his wife is worried sick for him at home.

It's not like he could even interfere with their lives. The last thing Karl wanted is being incorporated into a drama.

Upon hearing the person take a seat, he starts. "Good evening, what brought you to this seat, my child?"

There was a beat of hesitance that hung between them, heavy and tense, like the weight of this person’s sin on their shoulder. Maybe this night will truly be different. 

"Father, I have sinned."

Karl's heart fluttered in his chest, cheeks heating upon realising who the person sat on the other side. What kind of atrocity have you done? Maybe this secret of yours might repel him, straighten him up, wake him up from his daze.

He cleared his throat, deepening his voice. "How so? Tell me so I can pray your sins away."

There was a long pause that followed, Karl thought you fluttered away in your nervousness but soon, you spoke once more.

"I lust for someone and I don't know how to act upon it..."

Never have his heart fall to his feet faster than when he heard your whisper, an angry blob rearing its ugly head at the back of his mind, his stomach churning uncomfortably as his mind raced with thoughts of inquiring you more about this intense affection you feel for someone.

Just the thought of this someone he doesn’t know lingering in your mind, making your heart race… His blood boiled vehemently in his core, lighting up a faint pain in his chest as they circulated around his body.

The stretched stagnant silence between them was broken by your sigh as you continued your tale, Karl couldn’t be more thankful that you did, fearing the words that might escape his mouth will scare you off for good.

“I’ve only been in Kinoko for two months now but never have I ever fallen for someone as fast as I did for him.”

Your voice trembled, not only in nervousness but also a hint of shyness, the same tone when people are sheepish and blushing when they introduce their crush to a friend. His jaw clenched, his fists turning white and his nails digging straight into his skin, itching to drive itself to the nearest solid item near him but he knew he had to keep his composure.

He can’t be acting like a child who didn’t get the toy he asked his parents for.

“So not only do you lust for him but also love him?”

“I-I do, father.”

He was prepared to hear your admission but to hear it straight from you, his heart crumbles to his feet, eyes welling up with tears and blurring his vision. Fate is truly cruel to those who're believed to be showered with blessings. Karl tilts up his head, he still has a confession to hear.

Is there really no chance he could ever be yours? 

Yes, a whisper at the back of his head said. It was already hopeless to think he had a chance in the first place.

He knew well enough how tight the rosary had bounded his hands, of course he never stood a chance. You know his boundaries more than he does at this point, his logic blurring whenever he sees you pass by, a passing breeze with your scent is enough to render him heedless.

At his heavy sigh, you called, anxious. “Father?”

“What a naughty girl you are. Lusting for someone who’s not your husband... What would the lord think of you now?”

He has no idea what compelled him to say such a thing with a seductive voice. He should give up already the logical part of him knew that but the other part of him urged him to continue, to hold onto the thinnest thread of hope that maybe this man you’re raving about is him.

It was delusional but can you really blame a man in love?

“H-he already thinks of me sinful for wishing to him every night… for someone to bend me over and fuck me rough like I’m nothing but a toy.”

A delicious shiver slithered down his spine at your words, urging blood to up to heat his cheeks and down between his thighs. He groaned softly, your soft voice matched with vulgar words sending pleasurable jolts down to his length.

You sounded so sultry, a succubus disguised as an angel descending to break him. It was dangerous to listen to you but he couldn’t help himself. Your voice holds the promise of a heated night lulling him closer to your arms.

“Tell me, do you ever touch yourself for him? Wishing it was his fingers and dick inside you?”

You responded with a soft groan, it was miniscule yet he almost bolted from his seat to cross the very boundary he was adamant to keep.

“Yes father. Every night I dream of him making me cum over and over again, not stopping even when I tap out.”

“What a mouth you have there. How bold of you to ask God himself for a good fuck and talk dirty to a priest."

Stop, the logical part of him whispered, he was crossing the boundaries placed between the light and the dark. But his heart that thudded harder in his chest and his cock that stirred in his trousers fogged his mind.

He’s too far gone to even try and leave.

“And what are you going to do about it?”

There was a challenging tone in your voice, condemning him to his fall from heaven and into the hell of your own making.

The string of constraint snaps and he’s on his feet. Karl walks out of the booth and into the other side, throwing the curtain open to see you look up at him with wide eyes, surprised and eager but he could see the glint of mischief in them.

There’s a lot of things that raged in his mind, actions he could do with you at his mercy. But instead, he sighed, mind clearing a bit as he straightened up.

“Step out of the booth and kneel in front of the cross to pray, I will baptise you once you show remorse to the lord."

He watched intently as you stood up with shaky legs, approaching the wooden podium noiselessly, the silence growing intensity with every footsteps taken. 

It was suffocating and exhilarating at the same time.

This is crazy, this is crazy. His thoughts bounced around his mind but he could care less, he started this and he will see through it all.

The stained glass windows casting a shadow over the figurine nailed on the cross, sculpted face tilted down, its expression ever firm yet it looked like iy was frowning at him for a split second.

It was spine chilling how it felt like its eyes were made to glower at him with disgust, judging his very being at where he stood. Karl's guts twisted at the thought, fear rising up to his throat only to dispese the moment you kneeled onto the red carpet, waiting for the priest to arrive and deliver his blessing, waiting for no one but him.

Your prayer left your lips in hushed whispers with both hands cupping each other close to your mouth. With the moon beaming down onto you, highlighting your figure underneath the oversized button up you wore. It was unfair how his desire showed no intention of stopping while you remained calm kneeling in front of the god’s hanging figurine.

The church gate closed and the lock echoed with a loud metallic clang and you shivered noticeably. Karl had to lock the main gate, nobody could enter the premises without his permission and no one could interrupt his moment with you. 

Heaven knows he'd run away if anyone were to ruin the already fragile mood.

"Father?"

"Can't have anyone entering such a holy space during a cleansing, you wouldn't want anyone to see how much of a bad girl you are, do you?"

Karl has never been as nervous as he is now. Not even when he moved out of his parents' house nor when he rose to stand in front of the masses for the first time as a priest. 

Yet there he was… A pin-drop interruption away from cowering in a corner. Both sides of himself are stuck in an on-going tug of war between his human desires and his god-fearing heart screaming at him.

Even every step he takes towards the front where you kneel and shiver with his approaching footsteps felt like he was striding towards his death.

His eyes wandered back to the divine sculpture pinned between mismatched panes of colored glasses. Karl's chest tightened before he averted his gaze in favor of paying attention to you.

God wanted his children to live happily and this is one of the things that'll give Karl joy, surely the divine and benevolent God could grant him this one sin.

But seeing the delectable tremble that shook your body after his words, his human desires pushed further front. He wanted to see your reaction, ached for a glimpse of how your cheeks flushed dark in his presence when he crouched in front of you, hand reaching up to pinch your chin and tilting your head up to meet his eyes.

There was something addicting with the way you easily surrendered control to him with so much trust made pride swell in his chest, something about the sight of you obediently kneeling with hands splayed on your thighs and staring up at him with wide eyes brimming with desire. A hunger he has grown unnaturally familiar with, befriended it even.

He couldn’t help but wonder if those eyes will retain its warmth and crave for his touch if you ever caught a glimpse of his mind whenever he thought about you.

"Before we start, tell me now if you want to back out, princess."

The rosary hanging from his neck scorched his skin, their round beads digging into his skin like an apparent annoyance. The accessory weighed heavier than any other day when he took it off and held it in his hand, a reminder of his duty as a priest who has made the pledge of Chastity, the same promise he’s about to break for you.

But if a ‘no’ ever escapes your lips, no matter how loud or hushed it is, he’ll be willing to stop in his tracks and move districts. 

He couldn’t bear the thoughts of you looking at him with disgusted eyes.

“Darling?”

You let out a shaky exhale. “Yes,  Father Jacobs.”

He grinned. “Good girl, now start praying.”

Karl watched as your eyes grew comically wide in shock, cheeks burning in humiliation as you fell to your chest, no doubt ashamed of assuming differently of his words. He held back the urge to laugh, no matter the setting, you never fail to be adorable.

But those worries dissipated once his large hand took yours with urgency and pressed the rosary into your hold.

Of all the hands he’s seen having the accessory hang from during the Sunday masses, he could confidently say that yours is the greatest of all. He wondered how your wrists looked when tied tightly with it.

“You only stop if I tell you to, alright? If you disobey, there will be consequences.”

With a nod, you started muttering your prayers and he went ahead to claim the lone bottle on the counter a few strides away.

"I'll start the baptising now."

But instead of going through the whole ordeal of sprinkling bits of the liquid on you like a proper priest would, he uncapped the bottle and poured its contents on you.

The water is truly holy, he thought as he stared at the sight of you in wet clothing.

You only gasped as the liquid drenched your shirt, sticking into your skin and revealing the bold red lacy bra you wore. The colour complimenting your skin so perfectly it hurts, it pains him that he's not seeing it properly.

"My apologies, the bottle broke. That shirt must be uncomfortable, we can proceed without it."

He went around you with hands cupping your shoulders as he kneeled, giving it a comforting squeeze before he reached around to undo two buttons. Your breath hitched when the collar loosened, he knew deep within that it was from the excitement and arousal yet he couldn’t help but be worried.

Karl would rather die and never see you again than be hated by you after using his power as a priest to force you into agreeing to this.

"Hey, are you sure you want this?"

When you nodded, he poured all the contents of the bottle onto your head, unsatisfied by your response. The fabric is practically translucent against your skin, what a sight you are to behold.

You gasped as the chilly temperature encouraged goosebumps on your skin but he could care less, he needed to hear you say it.

"Words princess. I need to hear them."

"Yes, Father Jacobs."

"Good girl." His words elicited a shiver from you as his hands made quick work of your shirt, shedding it off and tossing it somewhere in front.

The new uncharted skin revealed to him made his breath hitch, feverish and unmarked beneath his fingers, the goosebumps he felt under his touch sending a pleasurable shiver down his spine. He placed a kiss on your shoulder, warmth exploding in his chest at your sigh. Such a perfect little darling for him.

Karl listened to your breathing as he lightly nibbled on your skin, careful not to leave a long lasting mark before drifting down to a more inconspicuous area to suck on. 

As much as he wanted Kinoko to know you've been fucked thoroughly tonight, he wasn't sure you'd like the idea like he does.

“Wearing such a promiscuous bra at a church, did you ever plan on repenting for your sins? Or were you hoping that someone would take you home and fuck you like the slut you are?”

“No sir, it's only for your eyes, Father Jacobs.”

He chuckled, pleased. “If it's a present for me, then shouldn’t I unwrap it?”

His pecks turned into open mouthed kisses and soon, he was laving the skin hiding your rapid heartbeat with his tongue. Every sigh you emit sends pleasurable jolts downward and further hardening his length, your every soft moan of his name frying his nerve endings alight, the feelings are intoxicating.

Your sweet, honeyed scent is addicting as it surrounds him and like the addict he is, he drowned in them, letting your perfume momentarily overpower his lust.

even then, he noticed the silence—save for your moans— in the room and swatted your thigh.

"I'm not hearing your prayers missy, don't think I've forgotten that."

If you continued, he didn't even realise. His focus zoned on the feeling of lace under his touch as he touched the hem before unclasping your bra and disposing them somewhere behind him, hands surged to your mounds, grabbing a handful and squeezing it gently. Hard nubs poking his palm, screaming for his attention, urging him to pinch them.

You’re so soft and pliant underneath his touch, surrendering and trusting him with your vulnerability and boy, does it feel good.

He felt like a high schooler who just saw boobs for the first time in his life, a teenager about to cream his pants at the sight of a topless woman. It wouldn’t surprise him if he explodes before even entering you.

"So pretty for me."

As his hands massaged both mounds gingerly in his hold and you sighed, nails digging into your skin as he pulled them before pushing back up to relieve the stings his fingers left. 

His fingers soon found your nipples and pinched them between two digits, sending ripples of pleasure in your system as he tugged on them before rolling the hard nubs in different directions.

But you needed more and he knows that from the way you crossed your thighs to close around nothing, attempting to relieve the burn in your inner core, the intense ache between them. Karl watched as your cheeks crudely flushed before he parted you open with his legs wedging in between them.

His long hands trailed down your legs teasingly, dropping to your inner thighs before they caress you up to your knees. 

"Father Jacobs, please."

His hands paused at your thighs. "What is it?"

"Touch me please..."

"But I am touching you." His hands dug into your flesh before grabbing onto them with an iron grip, the sting only igniting your core further.

"You know what I mean.."

"I don't, princess. Tell me what do you want?"

Arousal burned your cheeks a deeper red as you desperately grabbed his hand on your inner thigh and dragged them to your itching heat, body trembling when he cupped over your sex. 

Karl felt light as you pushed his fingers down on your prominent nub, moaning as you manoeuvre them to circle it, he could feel the fabric grow wetter with every touch and he almost passed out.

The heat radiating off of your clothed folds is enough to drive him crazy, he couldn’t even imagine how he’d react once he breaches your underwear and touches your arousal, revelling in them.

He could feel the burning phantom stare above him, shame curling around his heart as he stared down at your slowly writhing hips. Karl wasn't emotionally affected by his dirty talk earlier but now that he's touching your clit through your panties, the guilt weighing heavily on his heart almost made him run but your voice pulled him down, grounding him 

"Touch me here, father."

The corner of his mouth tugged up. "Asking to be finger fucked in front of the lord, aren't you a kinky little slut?"

You nodded feverishly, groaning as you pushed his hand down, mewling at the pressure applied to your clit. The fabric was absolutely drenched in your wetness and Karl almost blacked out.

He didn’t need to hear your words next, his hand pulling the cloth to one side before the other slid down into your folds, brushing over your clenching hole and rising up to press onto your clit. You moaned, hips following the slow swirl of his finger.

Karl wondered what he could do to you, there’s a lot of possibilities and he’s lightheaded at the thought of them. 

He could have you trembling from pleasure upon pleasure here on the floor but he could also treat you properly and calmly guide you to your climax. Karl wondered what could satisfy a minx like you.

“Karl please…”

Of course this isn't enough. He slipped two fingers in and you let out a strangled moan at the sudden but welcomed intrusion, back arching when he curled his digit to reach up to the spongy spot continuously that got your hips rising from the floor.

You moaned and panted so sweetly in his ears, hands gripping onto his sleeves as he plunged his two fingers in and out of your cunt at a growing frequency.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

His hand picked up a pace and you mewled, head falling back to his shoulder as your hips rose to meet his thrusts. The wet squelch bouncing off the walls with every thrust of his finger made your cheeks burn from embarrassment but they only goaded him on. 

The apparent burning phantom stare now numb to him as he opened your thighs further for his gaze.

Karl felt light at the feeling of your walls clamping around his hand greedily, sucking him in yet also pushing him out, it was maddening. His length ached behind the confines of his pants, desiring nothing but to plunge himself into your heat and die a happy man.

“My little princess is so drenched for me.” He slid another digit into your folds, smoothly joining the already inserted fingers in its increasing pace and you fluttered. “Don't you have any shame for spreading your legs in front of God?”

A slick slap tore a yelp from your throat, the sting lighting your skin aflame before his fingers plunged itself again into your hole with a renewed vigour, the new pace got your knees flinching to close but his legs wedging between them prevented it from shutting and instead opened it further.

You cursed under your breath, hands rising up to massage your breasts, pulling on your nipples as you moaned like a crazy woman in his arms.

Karl watched with bated breath as his hands retracted and reentered your cunt, throat tightening as your walls clamped onto his curling fingers with an iron grip. You were crumbling in his arms and he’s elated, he was enjoying his effect on you, whose body is sensitive and responsive to his every touch.

It was an addictive feeling and he’s obsessed.

“Fa-faster…! Fuck.. Karl!”

"Aren't you ashamed you're being finger fucked in front of the lord, princess?"

You clenched at him as your head shifted in his shoulder, probably to look at the statue above you both before moaning a little louder than before, undeterred by the omniscient eyes possibly watching him pump his fingers in and out of you.

He thrust his fingers in and out feverishly, like his life depended on it. With his legs keeping your thighs firmly open, you had no choice but take it all, hips thrashing wildly and bucking into his fingers. Karl clamped a hand over your mouth as your moans increased in volume, bouncing off the walls of the church.

He was proud he's making you scream but he wouldn't want to wake up any of the sisters nor concern the locals with your screams.

"I-I'm close..!"

"Come for me princess, give it to your darling priest."

The pressure from his palm bumping into your clit along with the rapid thrust of his digits soon got you trembling as hot white flashed behind your closed lids and you came. 

You screamed into his palm as your orgasm came without a warning, exploding and lewdly expelling liquid pleasure into the chapel floor before trembling pathetically in his arms, body reduced to the state of euphoria.

Karl retracted his hand with a squelch, raising it to eye level to revel in the wetness fully coating it, his breath catching in his throat as he stared at them drooping down before sucking on his fingers. Your flavour exploded on his tongue and he groaned.

"You taste so fucking good baby. Did so well for me."

Your hands weakly tugged on his pants and he knew what you wanted.

Because he also wished the same.

Soon enough, his pants were tossed somewhere behind him and he was left standing on his boxers. The stiff tent on them immediately caught your eyes and you reached out to free him from the constricting fabric, hand wrapping around his base once he was completely bare.

Karl dared to let his fantasies play in front of him as he watched your hand pump him slowly and you stared at him through your eyelash before kissing the tip of his cock with feigned innocence, he groaned.

What a minx you are.

“Can I taste you, Father Karl?”

“Later, on your back now, princess.”

His hands guided you down carefully, palm splaying onto your abdomen as if your body would break under miniscule of pressure, his words and actions not correlating as he naturally hovered over your body.

There must've been divine intervention when you laid, spread and vulnerable in front of him. The moonlight escaping the huge mirror behind the altar shone perfectly down on your body, highlighting your perky nips and casting shadows on places that made you look more desirable than earlier when you were kneeling.

Karl couldn't help but be thankful that he was rewarded with such a sight in this life.

"You're so pretty." 

His head bent down to place a haste kiss on your stomach and your breath hitched. The heat of his breath and the hovering weight of his length on your fold frying your nerve endings aflame as he peppered kisses all over your body.

"Karl, please."

A huge hand entangled themselves with yours, his face hovering on top of you, noses a hair's width. He could feel your exhales on your lips, awakening the butterflies in his stomach as you stared at his lips.

Breathless, he asked. "What do you want, princess? I need to hear it"

"Kiss me please." 

You didn't need to ask twice when Karl leaned down to capture yours in a slow dance. Time slowed, all you could feel was the softness and warmth of his skin under your touch and slightly chapped lips caught between yours.

He reached a hand to cup your cheeks, scared that you'll be another dream of his as you nibbled on his lower lip.

You only stopped when breathing became a problem, Karl pulling away first to place kisses between the valley of your breast before he rose to head level, silently asking for permission as he stared deep into your eyes.

No words were said but you understood what he wanted. His eyes reminding you of a begging dog as it stares deep into yours.

With a nod and a trembling exhale at the promise of pleasure he was about to give you, the head of his length parted your hole, walls clenching around him as he entered. A searing heat flooding your folds as you adjusted to his thickness while he carefully inserted himself into you.

His groan rumbled deep in his lungs and ricocheted in the shell of your ears before sending shivers down your spine, the pain of his iron grip on your waist only fueling the burn of lust raging in your veins. 

His firm composure shook, eyebrows crunching and eyes closing in unadulterated pleasure just from entering you.

Karl almost passed out, your warmth clamping around his dick so greedily is taking his breath away. Lord forbids he moves, he might come earlier than he'd want to.

God give me strength.

"Relax a little, baby." His thumb found your bundle of nerves and rolled it gingerly in tight cirlces as he slowly pushed all of his inches inside your cunt.

You felt full to the brim. You haven’t had someone as thick as Father Karl before but it was a welcomed change. Your breath stuck in your throat as you adjusted to his length, legs wrapping around his middle as your body decided between keeping him inside and ejecting him. 

Karl's head fell to your shoulders, grunting and panting as your walls crazily pulsed around him, crunching his eyes as he focused on something else other than coming earlier than he'd want to.

"I-I'm sorry, it's been a while."

His body shuddered as he struggled to withhold his own climax for you. There’s a sick part of yourself that glowed at the sight of his struggle, small whimpers erupting from his throat as he hid his reddened cheeks from your eyes.

Karl is breathtaking when he’s domineering and demanding but absolutely sinful when he’s panting and embarrassed. 

Experimentally, you wound your legs around his lower back and tighten around him. A strangled whine left his lips, the sound sinful yet so sweet as his nails dug into the skin of your waist. "St-stop it."

"Come on, Karl. I wanna see you come."

"F-fuck…!" He weakly exclaimed, his composure faltering as you squeezed harder. “Stop..!”

“But you look so pretty like this.” 

You wiggled your hips and he folds, his back falling and rising in quick successions before he pulled out and splattered his hot semen into your abdomen. You couldn’t help but giggle at this. A crisp slap echoed in the room, his hand leaving an angry mark on your left inner thigh.

"You are in so much trouble, young lady."

"Am I really?"

Your teasing chuckle halted in your throat when he plunged three digits into your heat, moving them at a feverish pace, not letting you adjust to the stretch. Your hips rose from the ground from the sudden influx of stimulation, trying to avoid his unforgiving thrust but the firm hold on your waist prevented you from moving away.

A wicked grin spreads on Karl's face as your legs flail around him, heels digging into his thighs and pushing him away but the man relents. 

“Stop moving and take it like a good little slut.” He grunted as your nails dug into his biceps, squeezing hard enough to hurt but not to bleed.

Blood rushes up to your cheeks at the name, embarrassingly aroused by it. The stinging pain it brought became the pleasure that ran down to his length, hardening it further. You could only wail in place, his iron grip on your waist unrelenting.

Your body erupted in flames, every vein of your body scorched with the fierceness of pleasure running through them, every collision of his hips into yours sending sparks down your thighs. There was nothing but moans and whines leaving your lips as the coils in your abdomen tightened with every thrust and Karl knew it.

His eyes rose to your lust clouded eyes, down to your bouncing breasts and standing nipples almost begging for his touch before it fell to your cunt sucking him in greedily as you bounced on his cock. 

He burned the image of your sex-drunk state at the back of his eyelids, such a sight should be treasured forever.

A sloppy slap echoed in the chapel and your legs closed around his body, his fingers retreats from your hole only to be replaced by his length, immediately lodging himself to the hilt, his head almost nudging your uterus.

"Fuck!"

"That's right baby. This priest is fucking you good tonight."

He folded your legs to your stomach before starting his rampage, pulling out until his head remained before bottoming out in a flash and you screamed as you came apart without warning.

Even with your legs twitching and your sobs increasing in volume, Karl only continued, even daring to speed up. He didn't mind that you're about to leave bleeding scratches on his forearm, if anything, they're proof of this encounter. Something he'll surely remember in his waking days and sleepless nights.

Just like how he carved himself inside you.

You stuttered out incoherent words as he thrusted in and out of you in quick progressions, impatient and rabid. Pleasure and pain intermingled with each other so much your brain couldn't process which one is which as they blurred,  deeply cock drunk to w

There was something about how you're letting him witness such a sight, to let him bask in your lust driven state that makes his heart grow. 

So trusting and so perfect for him, God himself is truly generous to grant him this opportunity.

"K-Karl, please..! I can't—"

"You can baby, now give me another one."

As if his dick continuously poking your g-spot wasn't enough, his hand moved down to roll your protruding bundle of nerves and you swore you saw fireworks behind your eyelids. 

Pleasure flooded and fogged your already sex-addled mind, your own thoughts overshadowed by your own arousal and you screamed. Karl watched your shaking thighs with sadistic glee before the dam broke and you squirt.

Your throat grew hoarse and dry as your climax tore a moan from it. Karl pulled out until the tip and plunged back in, albeit slowly this time, his ears tuned to your incoherent blabbers as he chased his own high.

“I-I can’t anymore.”

His palm felt like spring after a harsh winter when it splayed on your back and rubbed your skin gently, comforting but it did nothing to your shaking legs. “Just a little bit more, princess. Can you do that for me?”

You only hummed a response, there was nothing you could do with weakened limbs and a traitorously hungry cunt despite the stings of pain lashing across it. His groans rumbled deep into your middle. 

“Next time, I’ll fuck you properly on a bed, treat you like a princess and a cock sleeve that you deserve. Would you like that baby?”

You nod, tears spilling down your eyes as his hips collided into yours, the promise of a next time lost in your muddled thoughts. It didn't take long before thick strings of his cum flooded into your insides, his own climax triggering yours and your body shook.

Karl couldn’t help but chuckle as your greedy cunt constricts around nothing to keep his seeds from spilling out. Seeing his come ooze out of your pulsing cunt sent tremors down his spine but he has to stop now, you’re already spent tonight.

Later.

He rose to pick your lax figure up from the floor and forced you to sit on the nearest pews before going around the room to pick up your discarded clothes. Karl decided on forgoing his t-shirt to use it to wipe his essence staining the wood and your skin, your wordlessness made him nervous.

You could be still gliding from the state he reduced you to or maybe you were regretting everything, either way, Karl is scared, you could see it in his eyes as he gingerly wiped you down and dressed you up until you gathered the strength to do it yourself.

Laying on the floor indeed gave you back aches and with the weakness of your limbs from your previous endeavours exhausted you incredibly, the comfortable silence of the room only pulling you closer to sleep, something Karl immediately took notice of.

“Did you regret it?”

You cupped his cheeks, keeping his eyes firmly on yours before shaking your head. “No, I don’t.”

“Wanna stay the night?”

“If you promise to let me hog your blankets.”

He grinned, kissing the tip of your nose. “Of course princess.”

[ranchracoon]

Ch. 17 Missing

Eventually Alcina allowed you and Bela to go to the village, with one exception: Mother Miranda had to accompany you. Bela secretly stashed a knife in her boot underneath her dress, she offered you one and you gladly accepted. Your knife was stashed on your belt underneath the cloak you borrowed from the girls since you left yours with Donna. Mother Miranda, Bela, and you walked from Castle Dimitrescu to the village. People were more approachable to Mother Miranda than they were to you or Bela. Despite that, you couldn't help but be acutely aware of the side-eyes and whispers directed toward you. Bela noticed your discomfort and took your hand in her own, this helped a little but the villagers still avoided you as if you were radioactive. Of course Mother Miranda knew you were desperate to go back to Donna, she purposely avoided that side of the village to not give you any temptation. That's how it felt at least.

Mother Miranda had also given you the cold shoulder, anytime you tried to start a conversation she responded with one-worded answers. After your third attempt you got the hint and stopped talking all together, instead you opted to keep holding Bela's hand and lean your head against her shoulder. The villagers hadn't seen Tatiana at all, if they had it was briefly in the Dimitrescu carriage. Your final destination was Salvatore and Karl's homes but you stood your ground and refused to go to either of them; even with Bela and Mother Miranda there with you. The sun had started to set when a villager ran up to Mother Miranda to inform them they found a body matching the description of Tatiana.

You tasted iron in your mouth, your lungs screamed for oxygen but your pride hurt the most as Mother Miranda was neck and neck with you while running. To add insult to injury, her breathing hardly quickened at all. You followed the villager to the river nearby Donna's manor, the same river you followed when you snuck out last night. The villager jumped down from the dock onto the bank and stood next to the body of Tatiana. Bela gasped and covered her mouth with the hand that had been holding yours, Mother Miranda mirrored her movement and all you could do was stand there with your mouth open.

Next to you Mother Miranda began to whisper a quiet prayer with her head bowed, when she finished she lifted her head and sighed heavily. A few other villagers came and carried Tatiana back to the castle at the request of Bela. You followed behind the villagers and couldn't help but stare at the deceased girl; you didn't know much about dead bodies but you watched and listened to your share of murder shows and could make a very uneducated assessment: She couldn't have been dead long, she definitely wasn't dead this morning or you would have seen her. She drowned recently and you had an inkling of who was responsible because everyone but two people were accounted for.

To say Alcina was distraught was an understatement; she wept as though one of her own daughters had perished. According to Daniela, Alcina loved all the maids equally and welcomed them as family considering many of them didn't have any actual family. Mother Miranda and Alcina went into a room together with the body, leaving you outside with Bela, Daniela, and Cassandra. The four of you tried to listen in, but the door was so thick you only caught bits and pieces of the conversation.

"She drowned recently. She's pale but there's no signs of bloating, her back is bruised, and her eyes are glassy." Mother Miranda stated.

"Who would do such a thing?" Alcina asked.

"I'm not sure, but you have to consider that–"

You couldn't make out the rest of what she said, and after that their conversation faded as they left the room. You sighed softly and looked over to the girls who looked back at you with worry in their eyes, but you had nothing but determination.

"You think they're gone?" Daniela whispered.

You didn't wait for an answer and pushed the door open, Tatiana was in the middle of the room on a table covered with a sheet. The girls followed you and circled around the woman, none of you said a word but you couldn't help but sigh loudly. You shook your head and crossed your arms, Cassandra tilted her head up at you curiously.

"What are you thinking about?" Cassandra asked.

"I know Mother Miranda and the villagers will try to pin this on Don-Lord Beneviento but we all know that she isn't responsible."

"She?" Daniela asked as she looked at Bela and you.

"Lord Beneviento." Bela answered coolly.

Daniela gasped loudly and Cassandra looked surprised, Bela simply raised her hand to talk about it later. Your slip up wasn't something to discuss now but you felt a little guilty for saying her name out loud.

"We all know who did this, we just need concrete proof that he did."

"There's nothing we can do about it tonight. I'm sure Mother Miranda is going to do her own investigation but Johanna and I can go to the church tomorrow morning." Cassandra offered.

"Ooohh Johanna." Daniela teased.

"Knock it off Dani." Bela scorned, "I think that's a good idea Cass. See if you can find anything before Mother Miranda goes there. Danelia and I can search the bay and factory."

"I just wish I knew what happened." You mumbled.

The day before....

Karl grumbled under his breath and cursed Mother Miranda, fuming at the audacity she had to order him to kill his dogs. How badly he wanted to watch Mother Miranda be chased by his dogs and string up her corpse. He hated Mother Miranda with every fiber of his being. He liked the previous Mother because whenever he did something wrong, all he had to do was break her back like a glow stick and be off scott free. Then again, he hated everyone in this room to some level of degree with the exception of Lord Beneviento. They never said a word nor saw each other, and that made Lord Beneviento his best friend in Karl's book: until today that is.

If Karl had to rank who he hated the most to the least it would go: Mother Miranda, Alcina, Salvatore, and Lord Beneviento. However, that little pest Y/N was making her way up the ladder now. Speaking of pests; Salvatore approached Karl shortly after the meeting requesting to talk to him, Karl groaned loudly but eventually stood and followed the wormy man-child. Outside of the church Karl leaned against the side of the building lighting up a cigar, before he looked over his shoulder to see Alcina Bitchescu leaving with Y/N. Mother Miranda was next, but he didn't see Lord Beneviento but he could care less, meanwhile Salvatore paced back and forth until there was a visible line in the grass.

"Are you trying to sabotage me Karl?" Salvatore whisper-yelled.

"What are you talking about Sal?" Karl asked nonchalantly.

"Don't call me that. My father called me that."

"Whatever. Now why do you think I'm trying to sabotage you?"

"You were supposed to have your dogs chase her to my domain! I was supposed to be the one to save her, had you followed the plan then we wouldn't be in this mess!" He growled.

"Not my fault, they caught wind of the butcher shop. Why are you so obsessed with this girl anyway? There's plenty of fish in the sea." Karl took a deep breath then exhaled the smoke in Salvatore's direction, "or are you more interested in the literal fish?" He chuckled.

"That is none of your concern! I promised you money if you did this, well the deal is off now. You blew it."

Karl's eyes darkened, he stood upright and towered over the boy, "watch yourself boy. I'll make your daddy's beatings look like playground rough-housing. This whole shit show became my problem the second your slimy salamander ass slithered into my garage. Now, tell me."

"You have no idea who she is, do you?" Salvatore scoffed, "her parents were the biggest real estate agents in the entire state they lived in. Her aunt alone comes from a lineage of hoarding dough and screwing people over. Here's the best part: I may or may not have 'intercepted' an envelope containing the last will and testimony of said aunt. Now the worst part: because she's dead, the money and assets will only be given to Y/N if she's married, preferably to someone of notable status. If I get her to marry me I can finally get out of this goat-fucking village. All my life I've been stuck here, all the mothers before Miranda and all the ones after will never allow us to leave or know what's beyond those mountains-"

"I swear if you start singing I'm going to hurl." Karl interrupted, "why not just ask her to marry you, split the assets, then divorce and you two can go your separate ways."

"Because she doesn't know about the will or aunty dearest kicking the bucket. The second she finds out, she'll forget about splitting the assets and go right to Beneveiento. There goes my chance."

Before Salvatore could speak again he spotted something out of the corner of his eye, there in the doorway of the church was the maid that accompanied Lady Dimitrescu. She gasped when she was spotted and took off running, Salvatore chased after her and unfortunately for her, he wasn't hindered by a dress. He caught her promptly and dragged her back to the church with his hand covering her mouth to keep her from screaming. He dumped her onto the ground and sat on top of her, hitting her until she fell unconscious, he panted and stood up to look at Karl.

"What are we going to do with her?" Salvatore asked.

"Ha. Oh no no no, you already dragged me into one of your brain busting schemes. She's your problem." Karl chuckled as he flicked his finished cigar off into the distance. 

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[stampvamp]

Hello saw that asks were open and I'm having LOT brainrot

Maybe Climber and Karl x gn reader who likes to give them little gifts like rocks they've found or other shiny objects to show their affection

(Could be separate romantic hcs or poly hcs with them it's up to u and what you're comfy with!)

of course! This is such a cute request thank you so much!! Feel free to request me more after this!! :) So cute of a request Anon!!

To those wanting to request, REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN

(separate Karl and Climber the poly version didn’t save… 😭)

Karl

You couldn’t believe the building that once held up so many memories crashed only a week ago. The memories only saved by rubbish, as you hiked against the piles solemnly. The moon guiding you as darkness consumed the area around you. You could still smell the strong cigarette smell, you could still see the hard concrete floors. Your thoughts crashed down, and so did you landing on a cold piece of metal.

“Huh…?” The warmth of your mouth expelling a cloud from your lips, the cold air danced around you. A strong ache in your left legs had prominently showed itself, you looked around. Had anyone witnessed it?

The cold wash of embarrassment flooded your senses, scraping yourself off the metal you had fallen over. A pale pink stone sat prettily on the grimy blanket. It was smooth, and the moonlight had hit it was such brilliance.

Taking it into your hand, you had completely forgotten about your injuries. Only the reaction of your dear boyfriend, Karl. Standing up, the ran off the piles. Ash jamming itself inside of the soles of your shoes but you didn’t care. You had only cared about the pretty pink stone and giving it to your lover. The smooth pebble felt soft in your hands, maneuvering it around your palms.

Your lover grasped the sheet music, holding it up for further inspection. The accidentals followed by a change in the key intrigues him greatly. Well, not as greatly as his lover running towards him with something rested into their hands.

“Karl-! I’ve found something amongst the rubbish!” You chirped, stopping yourself with your heel as he faced him. A warm smile spread to his face as he lent down to kiss your excited form. He set the bow down in its case where his violin laid.

“Darling, what’s gotten you in such a way-?” He commented, laughing mid sentence at your energy. He had loved it when you got excited. Your hands unfolded at the question, the small pretty pink rock sat in your palms. It shined as you turned it over with a flick of your thumb.

“I want you to have it, Karl,-“ His gaze averted to you, placing his rough hands onto your shoulders. His mind swelled up with the thought of ways of affection.

“Are you sure? You really seem to enjoy it, I wouldn’t want to take that away from you..” You interrupted him with a kiss, pulling away from him as he handed him the rose colored stone.

“It’s beautiful,” He adorned, his hand collected the object in his hand. You quickly smiled before running off, presumably to look upon more rubbish.

Bending down, Karl unzipped his violin case. Everything was neat, the rosin in its place and the bow hair untouched. His finger unhatched the smallest compartment, where small brown bag sat. He pinched the end of the string letting it unravel itself. The pebble fell amid the beautiful ornaments you had gave him over the years. Something so beautiful was given to him by someone even more beautiful than the things they supplied for him.

Climber

Climber sat in the back of an dark alleyway. He had sown himself together more than he could think. Of course, you being beside him at all times were the usually the one doing the attaching.

He missed you terribly, he didn’t know why. You are only gone for five minutes to hit up the store that had sowing materials. Certainly he wasn’t that clingy.

“Climber, I’m back!”

Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts as he practically jumped. You had come back with the materials as promised. The olive green bag stuck to your side as you approached him gleefully.

“Is the stitching in your arm doing any better?” You questioned him, taking his severed limb into your soft caring hands. Climber slumped his one attached shoulder before leaning against the cold brick wall behind him.

“Stay still..” You instructed, narrowing your eyes to poke the sowing needle into his fabric. He groaned, trying to loosen his pain. You pulled the needle, successfully attaching his loose limb back into him.

“Better?” You questioned, cocking your head slightly to the left.

“Yes…a lot actually-“ he muttered, his head dropping onto your shoulder. His eyes soon wandered to the small brown bag, a multitude of items could be spotted. A small tray of mints with small tissues, nudged into the small compartment. Lotion and a bag of different flavored gummies. Your hand reached into it, snapping him out of his thoughts. He opened his mouth to apologize, but a green crystal entered his hands.

“I looked at it, and thought of you.” The crystal was smooth around his fingers as the edges were coarse and rigid around his thumbs.

“Woah-? Really..? This is really cool-! Thank you so much!” The burst of warmth invaded his thoughts and mind. Wrapping his arms around your form as you giggled into his shoulder.

“Not so rough on your arms-! If you hug me any tighter they’ll for sure rip-!” You exclaimed, his arms loosened as he looked at you. His smile and his different shaped eyes adoring every aspect of you.

“If my arms were to rip, I would rather them rip because I was loving you.” Your hand reached for his head, hitting him as you giggled.

“Oh god you’re so cheesy”

“A-and you’re so perfect!”

-

a/n: thank you for reading!! I’m sorry for procrastinating and taking a long time, I’ve been studying for exams… 😭 Again Anon, awesome request! I hope more of you are able to give me requests! I loved writing them!!

[casinoroyale]

“Sapnap? Karl?” 

There’s no answer, only the sound of his own wavering voice echoing back. The other, weirder Karl was right. Nothing remains. Quackity’s hand finds his axe, clutching it tight to his chest as he treads further into Kinoko Kingdom. Each step sends shockwaves of dread throughout every nerve in his body. 

He stops at what can only be the pond weird Karl—yeah, he’ll just call him weird Karl from now on—was referencing. It’s barren, just like everything else. Fuck, there’s a lot of work to be done here. Between the houses in disarray, the dried-out mushrooms, and nature creeping in to reclaim the land- Quackity has his hands full. It’s not exactly prime real estate anymore, but a promise is a promise. He’s now, according to weird Karl, the owner of Kinoko Kingdom. Though he can’t imagine it as a suburb, or anything other than what it was, the least he can do is clean up the place. Opening his inventory stuffed with buckets, he sets off for the nearest water source. 

Bucket by bucket, he fills Karl’s pond until water laps at the edges. It’s a blur of repetitive movement, and Quackity blurs with it, drifting in and out of the task. He finishes as the sun dips closer to the horizon, soaked clothes clinging to his frame. 

Once the last bucket is emptied he collapses down by it, face hovering over the pond. Quackity watches his own rippled reflection open and close its mouth as if it wants to speak. What would that do, anyway? It’s not like Karl can hear him. It’s not like anyone can.

“Karl… I’m sorry.” But that too means nothing. It’s not weird Karl he should be apologizing to, and especially not to a fucking pond. His reflection carries on. “I’ll take care of Kinoko Kingdom. If you come back-” He won’t. Quackity won’t bet on them coming back. “-it’s gonna look better than it did.”

For a while he rests there, finally regaining the willpower to stand. His legs carry him up and down the desolate streets, though he’s not sure why. Quackity drifts through each building until the sky is a smear of dark purples and blues. There’s nothing of interest left, save a particularly unnerving library, and most of the houses have started crumbling in on themselves. Bits and pieces of shrooms are scattered across every surface. 

Eventually, only one house remains unsearched, the one he’s sure Sapnap used to sleep in. He coughs as the door swings open, spores and dust flying through the air. A chill runs down Quackity’s spine, not from the snow starting to drift down, but from the emptiness inside. The floor creaks underneath his boots as he makes his way to Sapnap’s room. It’s in a tumultuous state, as if he was in a hurry to leave- drawers left ajar, bedsheets flung to the side. There’s no sign of their rings, no sign of anything important. 

Quackity can’t help the way he hovers over the bed. It doesn’t smell like them anymore. Nothing does. In another life, he’s sandwiched between them here, tangled together in the sheets. The fabric burns in his hand, his eyes burn, everything burns. He has to go. Now. Quackity backs away, ready to turn tail and flee, but something catches his eye. 

There’s a note left out in the fading sunlight, paper yellowing and crumpled. Weird Karl must’ve missed it in his hungover state. Swallowing hard, he picks it up from the bedside table.

Quackity, Karl,

If you find this stay put. If you’re alive I'll find you. I'm looking for you. 

Love, 

Sapnap

His hands shake as he folds the note. It weighs heavy in his pocket. There’s no way to tell how long it’s been since Sapnap left, but if he’d sought out Quackity when Las Nevadas was empty, when he went searching for Charlie… Sapnap might not know he’s alive. He might not know Karl is dea- stuck. To Sapnap, he might be servers away and starting over. And if Sapnap is still alive, and actively searching, he could show up in Las Nevadas at any moment. 

He settles down on the edge of the bed, the urge to flee dissolving, hand resting over the note in his pocket. The sheets are still soft. Not as soft as the ones he shares with Wilbur, but soft all the same. What would they say, if they could see him now? Would they be proud, like weird Karl is? Would they be pissed that he moved on? That he’s happy with Wilbur? 

Questions, all unanswerable, buzz around in Quackity’s head. Outside the world continues on, without his ex-fiances. The snow continues to fall; the stars continue to brighten overhead. He can only do the same, feet carrying him out the door and away from the life he was never meant to live.

[peninkwrites]

A Man Lost Through Time

Connor's piece for @dreamoirezine !

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Connoreatspants has come unstuck in time.

He sat down to chat with his business partner JSchlatt only to turn around and find him across from him in a courtroom in the midst of a lawsuit only to next find himself alone, drifting, months after he’d first been told of his old friend’s death.

He enters a new server, alone and unsure, only to next find himself settled into a little house, passively watching yet another court case unfold.  Only for there to be a slightly more jarring shift, as he suddenly finds himself hosting a party with the ghost of that very friend alongside Karl, a time traveler still confused by the nature of his own existence.  Connor doesn’t know how to explain to him how little his confusion matters.  Karl has the luxury of most often one moment passing into the very next moment.  Connor doesn’t have the chance to even attempt to give him an explanation, because now he is back to watching the bombs fall over a city-state he knows he had seen standing what felt like only a few hours ago.

~

“Hello?  Connor?”

It’s Ranboo.  He knows Ranboo now.  Ranboo is alive now.

He’s sitting against a wall in a cell opposite Ranboo’s.  So, alive, but not for much longer.

“...what’s up, man?” Connor blinks.

“You were telling me about…” Ranboo sounds reluctant.  “Never mind.  It’s fine, really.  I think I… I think I got the gist of it.”

“Right, right,” Connor agrees quickly.  He stares at the back wall.  It’s going to break.  If Ranboo is here, it won’t be much longer now.

~

Connor didn’t know Ranboo.  Not yet.  Right now the closest thing he has to a friend on this server is the grave he now stares at.  He’s outside.  The sky is overcast and behind him are fresh platforms built over a crater, in front of him is a grave he honestly thought his old pal Schlatt would have liked.  It’s ornate, a tomb really.

Connor is almost tempted to ask Schlatt about his ideal resting place the next time he sees him, but he knows better by now.  No one would understand.  He could have warned Ranboo in the prison, and no one would have believed him.  Better to just wait.  If he waits, eventually they’ll be alive again.

~

Tommy is dead.  He died in the prison.  Connor is inside his house again.  It’s a comforting thing to come back to, the occasional phases where he had been allowed to have Tommy’s house, and while there were other instances where he’d return there only to find Tommy still alive, free, or present, those times got annoying.

This time Connor knows it’s his house, because the rest of the server is in mourning.  Ranboo had placed flowers outside Tommy’s door, because in this now Ranboo is still alive, and now Tommy is dead.

Connor took a leaf out of Ranboo’s book.  He has a diary now.  It helps with his sense of time.

i miss my friend jschlatt

im gonna solve mortality

if it's not that hard tho

if it’s a lot of work im good

–monday

Connor thinks it’s Monday.

~

Ranboo is still alive.  Connor thinks Tommy is alive too.  He’s running one direction across the Nether roof, he’s going to find people, he thinks.  Ranboo, HBomb, and Foolish.  He knows because of his chat messages.  And then he isn’t on the Nether roof anymore.  No wonder he keeps getting lost, he never sticks around long enough to remember where he’s going.

~

Connor is living in Tommy’s old house.  It’s his house now, because… Connor scans the room.  The ominous messages from Dream aren’t there, the walls are made of dirt.  Connor steps outside and sees his own name over the doorway.  It’s definitely his house, then.

Which is a bit strange because Connor turns around and sees Tommy crawling out of the sewer tunnels.  Followed by Technoblade.  Tommy is already a wave of chatter, Techno standing awkwardly between them.

“What’re you doing in my house?” Connor asks.  It’s his house right now, he’s pretty sure.  “What’s goin’ on?”

Tommy stops rambling and stops forward, colder now.  He looks extra scrawny, he’s got bags under his eyes.  That sort of look seems to come and go for Tommy. “This is my home, Connor.”

Connor disagrees.  His name is over the door.  So surely it’s his.  Tommy disagrees as well.  Connor turns around and finds the door has been blocked.

“If I was unexiled, would you give it back?” Tommy corners him.

Connor stares back, startled.  Right.  Tommy isn’t supposed to be here.Connor points this out.  Tommy doesn’t take it well, and Connor finds himself walled in.  He doesn’t take that well either, frantic as he’s trapped further, until there is only stone, not even light, Tommy and Techno’s shouting muffled through it.

Connor screams for help.  He knows no one is coming.  He pounds against the stone until he can see light, and immediately it is replaced by another.  Connor is used to being out of control, but now he’s scared.  He thought he would’ve been taken away by now, dragged to another point in time, but it’s still just darkness, it’s still just him pounding his fists bloody against cobblestone but every time he breaks it another stone takes its place.  Connor doesn’t know why now is when he gets to stay in one place, he didn’t know that his existence out of time could also be freeing.  He wants it to take him away again, he wants to go back to a time where he and Tommy are friends, he wants to go back home to when he and Schlatt were together, he wants out of this box–

Connor sees light and he bolts before Tommy can close him in again, but every exit is blocked and Tommy has a sword.  Connor doesn’t know how Tommy feels about him right now.  The last Connor remembered, they were friends.  Tommy promised him his house.  Tommy doesn’t look especially friendly right now.

“How much pain do you feel on a daily basis?” Tommy asks.

Connor thinks he can hear the blood rushing in his ears.  Daily?  I don’t have a daily.  He knows he can’t say that, so instead he stammers out, “like… like on a scale?”

“Yeah. One to ten.”

Connor doesn’t know how to answer that.  He doesn’t have a daily, and sometimes he’s in pain one second and then he’s not.  He decides to high ball the estimate.  “Honestly, like a seven..?”

“You’re about to be a nine, bitch!”

Connor doesn’t want to be in this one anymore, he doesn’t want Tommy to trap him again.  He has never been able to control when he travels, and he accepts that often, but this is a bad one.  Worse than most.  “I don’t… I don’t wanna go back in the hole.”

As with all things in Connor’s life, he doesn’t have a choice.

It continues and Connor can only listen from behind a wall.  He doesn’t think he knows how the rest of this one goes.  He’s a unique sort of scared right now, fear of the unknown is pretty rare for him.

“I don’t wanna die…”

Connor doesn’t remember what life he is on.  They let him out, but Connor doesn’t know if he should run.  He’s, ironically enough, not a very good runner.

“Hey Connor, how many hearts are you on?” Tommy asks.

“Uh, all of them?”

Connor sees Tommy raise a crossbow, and then he is no longer there.

~

Connor hasn’t been shot.  He feels a brief spark of relief, before recognizing his walls as that of a prison cell.  Connor cannot remember why he was arrested.  Only that he had been.  Maybe it had been a mistake?  Or it could’ve been some trouble with a fake I.D.  Or living in a house that wasn’t really his.  Something like that, usually.  Sam put him in here, because if the prison is in operation, Sam is no longer that pretty chill guy who gave out pumpkin pies and went running around with Ponk.  He went running after Ponk, it’s more like.  Connor is used to being out of control, being locked in a cell isn’t that different, really.  Just boring.  He would have a neighbor soon.

Soon maybe .  It could take days more instead.  He doesn’t really know how long he is in the prison, how long he was.  Would be.  Semantics.  It didn’t really matter.

Connor is spot on this time around.  He hears voices down the hall, one cold and unfeeling, the other deep and unsure.

“You wanted to be put in here–”

“And now I don’t, okay?  I have people who need me and–”

“–And they’re safer with you in here.”

Connor goes to the iron door, pressing his face to the bars.  “H-Hey!  Hey, man I did not want to get put in here, so, maybe we could do a little, uh, a little switcheroo and that guy– oh, hey, Ranboo!– can come in here and I can go home, okay?”  Connor knows this isn’t where he gets let out.  Still, might as well push Sam’s buttons a bit.

“Connor?  Why is Connor in here?!” Ranboo is just barely visible, looking irritable, shoulders hunched inward.

“It doesn’t matter.  Ranboo, please don’t make this harder,” Sam sighs.

“Please, Sam,” Ranboo grows quiet.

“Hey!  Ranboo!  Might wanna just like, do what he says, dude.  If you were gonna get out of this, probably should’ve done that before you got, like, halfway into a super secure prison.  But don’t you worry, buddy.  We’ll get out of here before you know it!” Connor calls cheerfully from his cell door.  He recalls the aftermath of the escape.  He almost feels bad for lying to the kid, but it’s not like it matters.  He’ll be dead for a moment, and then he will be alive again.

~

Connor screams.  This is a new one.  He has reawakened outside of his– Tommy’s?– house and he looks down at himself and sees nothing, no limbs, he doesn’t understand it.

“WHERE ARE MY ARMS?!”

Tommy and Techno are speaking to him.  He’s friends with Tommy sometimes.  He’s friends with Techno sometimes too, he even joined their Syndicate.  Maybe this is one of those times.

Connor isn’t so sure.

He’s invisible and he thinks it’s Tommy and Techno’s fault.  Oh.  They’re not friends.  Connor isn’t here by choice.  He tries calling for help again.  There is no reply.  He thinks there should be.  He’s a hostage, and he knows he isn’t a hostage forever.  Someone gets him out of this.  He wishes they’d get him out of this a little sooner.  Tommy and Techno are hurting him again.  This must be right after the last time.  He hopes it is, at least.  That Techno and Tommy don’t hurt him multiple times.  He considers Tommy his friend.  Sometimes.  Certainly not now as he begins to drown, let up for air only long enough to stay conscious.

~

Connor is relieved to find himself no longer trapped.  He can breathe.  He can move freely.  He’s safe, he thinks.  Tommy is still here, but he’s younger now.  He’s not hurting him.  Connor is new to the server, and Tommy is just showing him around.

“There are a lot of assholes on this server, alright?” Tommy says intently.  They’re standing on top of the community house, but he didn’t know it was called the community house yet.

“Technoblade,” Connor nods, agreeing, thinking of the man who threatened to put a pickaxe through his kneecaps not long ago with Tommy right beside him.

“Tech– Yeah, Technoblade,” Tommy nods, looking out over the prime path.  “All of them.  And I think what I need you to do is– Because I know that we’re… we’re friends.”

“Right,” Connor’s reply is automatic.  He doesn’t want to think about Tommy laughing as he begged him not to kill him.

“Say we’re friends.”

“We are friends.”  Connor doesn’t think he sounds particularly sincere, but he wants to be.  Tommy was– or is going to be– the one to damage that.  “Ethically.”  Connor adds.  Friends who don’t torture each other.  Ethically friends.

Tommy laughs, that sharp cackle of his, “ ethically ?  Why did you say that?”

Connor can’t explain, so he laughs too.  “I’m– I’m sonic,” he says.  Eventually people on this server will stop questioning his peculiarities.  Until they do, I’m Sonic will have to suffice.

Connor follows Tommy down the prime path until he sees Church Prime.  He’ll frequent its halls eventually, but right now he’s supposed to say, “what’s this?”  And let Tommy show him the church, and the Prime Path, and Connor follows him.

Tommy is a good kid, really.  Connor knows that hurting people isn’t his nature, even if it still stings.

~

Connor is outside the community house again, several renovations down the line.  Tommy isn’t here this time.  Niki is.  So is Wilbur.  Okay, so this is way down the line, then.  Wilbur is alive, and he’s talking to Niki.  That’s a change.

“I really want to do one good deed with you.”

“One good deed?”

“Something absolutely great–”

Connor approaches the community house.

Wilbur keeps talking, “ignore him.  Ignore that guy.  Oh god– Hello, Connor.”

“Did you guys say a good deed?” Connor doesn’t bother noticing Wilbur’s lack of enthusiasm.  His ghost had been pretty chill, so Connor didn’t mind intruding.  He wanted to do something helpful.  Doing something felt like a nice change of pace to whatever motions he had been going through thus far.  Wilbur wants to do a good deed as some sort of redemption type deal.  Alright, that’s fair enough.  “No, same, I just served time in jail,” Connor explains.  “Is how I resolved that issue for myself.”

“Okay, in jail–” Wilbur gives him a careful look, pulling Niki aside, “Niki, who is this guy?  He’s been in jail ? What the fuck? ”

Niki defends Connor.  Because they’re in the Syndicate together now.  That’s nice.  Connor hopes he gets to actually spend some time with the Syndicate.  “It was an accident?” Niki explains.

“What’s wrong with jail?” Connor gives Wilbur an unimpressed look.  “You don't believe in reformation?  Like, what’s the deal with you?”

“No, no I believe in reformation!” Wilbur doesn’t seem to know what to do with him.

“You’ve been a ghost too long, the world’s different now, buddy.”

Wilbur nods, “right, right you can come with us, Connor, just don’t touch anything.”

Wilbur sounds like he knows what he’s talking about, other than his outdated politics on prison reformation.  Bla bla summon god, help the sheep, whatever.  Connor doesn’t care too much about the details, he’s just happy to be along for the ride.  He’s dealt with gods before, he thinks.  Or he will.  He’s not sure if Foolish counts.

Connor doesn’t get scared.  Maybe a little nervous.  The god shows, and Wilbur boxes him in in a way far too reminiscent of Tommy and Technoblade’s actions.

“Do you have a death wish?”

DreamXD is speaking to him , he thinks, but Wilbur is handling the talking.  As per usual, Connor is tasked with waiting.  Maybe he actually can’t stand being trapped like this again.  Connor grows frantic, pushing against the gold walls Wilbur put around him.  He doesn’t like being trapped.  Connor feels shaky, he vaguely hears Wilbur say, “tell him we’ll stop,” and mumbles an agreement.  He is doing his best not to freak out, keeping his voice level even as he turns around quickly, hoping to be sent to another time soon.

“What if I just killed your friend and your stupid sheep?”

Niki defends him, “uh, that would not be so great.”  Connor is grateful again to be Syndicate buddies with her.  Connor isn’t used to having allegiances that care about him and stuff.

“I mean, Connor, how do you feel about that?” Wilbur asks him.  Connor stops spinning, turning to face him.  “It’s easy, right?  You could just get killed.”

“Uh, yeah, if that’s what you guys need, I’m just here to be helpful, y’know?” Connor doesn’t mind it.  He dies, he goes somewhere else.  Maybe it would get him out of this time faster.

Wilbur looks nervous.  “I– Connor, I’m not sure about this, actually.  I’ve changed my idea– How do you feel about it?”

Connor tries to remember.  He’s not sure where he is in the state of things.  A little bit ago, he’d said he had two lives, but he doesn’t think that makes sense.  This far along, he thinks he’s died more than once.  He isn’t sure if he’s lived both deaths yet, though.  “Well, I mean, I only have like, one life left, so I–”

Then it doesn’t matter.  It’s all gone.  He’s dead.  For a brief moment, he thinks he sees Schlatt–

~

And then Connor keeps going.

Connor tries to get his bearings.  He tries to remember who is alive and who is dead.  He is alive, that’s something good.  Tommy is alive, but he’d been dead before too.  Ranboo is alive, he thinks.  He thinks Wilbur might be alive?  He isn’t sure.  He knows Schlatt is dead.  He usually is.  Which sucks as he thought for a second there he was going to get to see him again, but here he is instead.  He’s living in Ninja’s old house again.  He’s been waiting until he was back, past when Tommy had read his diary– he has a new diary now either way– to make sure Tommy wouldn’t see this part.  It’s nice being able to plan ahead like that.

i don’t know when it’s gonna happen but i saw when i die. 

it isn’t all that bad really.

i mean.

i wanted to be helpful.

kinda cool to get killed by god.  makes prayer a little awkward though.

kinda was thinking i was immortal, though.  

Because it just keeps going, right?

i mean actually i think i am immortal cuz i just said i saw when i die and here im writing about it so.

never mind.

-Friday

Connor thinks it has to be a Friday.

It feels like a Friday.

~

Connor is back in Tommy’s house, but he’s not going to get attacked by Tommy any time soon.  Tommy is dead, and this is his house right now.  There’s even a sign out front, and there are flowers outside of it placed there by Ranboo.

He needs to calm himself, to catch up.  He has his diary in his hand.

The last entry:

I hope something happens today.

–Friday

“Me too, my guy…” Connor sighs.

I need a girlfriend

– thursday

“Ha, me too, me too.  Which.  Makes sense I guess,” Connor turns back one more page.

i miss my friend tommy

he died

got my house back

need food

– wednesday

Okay.  So last time he was here, he felt good about Tommy.  So, maybe later he won’t feel so messed up about the whole torture thing, right?

Connor’s necromancy powers work a little too well, because he’s pretty sure Tommy is supposed to be dead right now, not standing bruised and pale in front of him.

“Oh my god–” Connor panics, shoving him back toward the door, half expecting the guy to try to shove his head under water.  “Begone, ghost!”

Tommy seems as scared of Connor as he is of him, running outside, begging him to stop.  Before he runs back in with an axe.  “Do not fuckin’ punch me!”

Connor is frantic, but there’s nowhere for him to run, “I’m c-calling the police! I’m calling the police–”  They must have police or something, right?  He’s going to end up in prison eventually.

Tommy stops, looking an inch away from a breakdown, “n-never fucking punch me–”

Okay.  This Tommy isn’t going to hurt him.  This Tommy is scared.  Connor thinks that means they’re supposed to be friends right now.  Alive friends.  Ethical friends.

“Is that actually you?” Connor steps closer and Tommy does not attack him.  Progress.

Tommy still looks scared of him.  Maybe Connor’s impulse shouldn’t be to sympathize with him considering, y’know, a lot of things, but he doesn’t know why this kid looks so scared of being alive again.  Connor feels like being alive is a bit more chill than being dead, generally.  That might be because he hasn’t really gotten to spend much time dead.

Tommy is whispering and frantic.  He died bad.  He died in the prison.

Connor thinks of his own time imprisoned.  “You know I have been saying we need prison reform on this server.”  Connor wonders if Tommy knows his buddy Wilbur has some old fashioned views on prison.  It doesn’t matter.  Wilbur is dead today.  Tommy is alive, and he’s scared.

This is after Tommy has tortured him.  Connor doesn’t have any reason to show pity.  He kind of wants to anyway.

Tommy is upset that Sam let him die.  Wait until he finds out about Ranboo.  Or, wait until that thing happens to Ranboo, Connor supposes.  Connor will just listen.  And then he’ll leave again.  He leaves sooner than he thought.

~ Connor came out to Foolish’s construction site for a reason.  He’s guessing he had a reason whenever that destination choice had been made, but right now he isn’t sure.  HBomb is here.  He’s someone to conspire with, Connor thinks.  He has a feeling his intentions here had been conspiratory, even if the details are fuzzy.

Connor tries to piece together his surroundings.  The mansion is super unfinished.

Connor has a nuke.

That part is unimportant.  He can’t remember how he got it, and he’s confident he never uses it, he’s pretty sure he would’ve heard about that at some point.  So whatever he came here to do, it’s something else.

There’s a beacon.

Stealing a beacon sounds like something he’d do.

HBomb covers for him, Connor grabs it, and he runs.  He doesn’t think this is going to end well for him.  He thinks he came here for a reason.  That reason hits him the same moment Ranboo’s sword slices through his back and he feels his whole body burn.

Right.  Ranboo kills him.

Connor is down to one life now, and he knows where that will lead, so he returns to the mansion.  He knows he won’t die again, not here at least.

“Also, guys, I am, uh.  Cursing this land with the nuke.  I’m cursing it.  So, at some point– I curse this place to be destroyed, with my necromancy powers that I have, um, and you guys are all screwed.  You will rue this day and you will regret what you have done to me and my forefathers.  See you later.  Goodbye,” Connor turns and leaves.  They don’t follow.

Connor is pretty sure his curse worked, because sometimes there is a big empty mansion in this spot and no one moves into it, and sometimes that mansion is haunted by Ranboo’s ghost, and other times it’s under construction until it drives Foolish mad.  Or it’s before he cursed the land and Connor doesn’t see it at all.  But that part is less relevant.  His curse worked.  Just like his necromancy powers work.

~

Connor is running.  He stares ahead, there is nothing in front of him.  What was he doing here?  Connor stops.  He turns around.  He’s going the wrong way on the Nether roof again.  Or maybe not again, this could be the same as the last time.  Connor starts running the other way.  He might kill someone.  He isn’t sure.  If he does, he only needs to wait and soon they will be alive again.  Just like with the others, with Ranboo, with Tommy, with that Wilbur guy, with himself.  He just has to wait.

Connor finally finds his way on the Nether roof, reaching the main portal.  And he remembers why he went running off to kill someone.  It’s because Ranboo killed him.  Or rather, he was going to.  When Connor got there.  And instead of killing Ranboo, taking the Beacon and running.

Hm.  Connor has maybe a second to wonder about self fulfilling prophecies before he’s swept away again.

~

Speaking of self fulfilling prophecies.  Connor is pretty sure from the way everyone’s running around all freaked out, he’s pretty sure it’s Doomsday, or from the darkened sky, the night before probably.

Connor is on the prime path, he sees his house, the sign over the door confirming it.  Tommy is here too.  He’s standing at that one bench, looking quite serious.  Tommy spots him and grimaces, leaving the bench, glancing from the house, the sign over the door currently reading Connor’s House and considers it for a moment, looking back at him with something almost pitying.

“...hello?” Connor tries.

“Hey, Connor!” Tommy is too loud.

“Tommy, I’m gonna be honest, I don’t really know what happened,” very true.  Connor can’t remember the specifics of how they got here.  He remembers doomsday, kind of.  He doesn’t remember the before.  Although, he supposes this might fill him in a bit.  “I–”

“Hey, Connor!” Tommy interrupts, patronizing and abrasive.  “You know how I’m out of exile now?”

“...you are?”  Oh.  Connor is starting to understand why a bit in the future he isn’t in that house anymore.

“I’m out of exile now!  And it looks like–”

“Congratulations,” Connor means it.  Tommy in exile had been the one vicious enough to, y’know, waterboard him and so on.

“Thank you!” Tommy sounds almost too genuine.  “This is my house, Connor, I don’t know why you’ve, uh, stolen it.”

Ah.  He’s getting kicked out now. Right now.  The night before doomsday– he thinks– that isn’t ideal.

“Well…” Connor tries to think back.  He’s mostly going off of context clues at this point.  “You were evicted.”

“Just– One second, just explain this one to me, Connor,” Tommy leaves, goes into the house, and returns in armor.  He’s holding his axe.  Connor isn’t sure why.  He guesses it makes sense, doomsday coming and all.  Tommy frowns.  “Why’re you holding that?”

Connor looks down at his hand.  He’s holding a lead.  He cannot for the life of him remember why.  He might not even have lived that part yet.  “This is… this is all I have.”  It’s true.  His inventory is empty.  Gloom is setting in.  “I don’t… I don’t have a place to sleep.”  Connor turns back toward Ninja’s house.  It’s not a very nice house.

“Tell you what!  I’ll pitch you a deal, right now.  In exchange–” Tommy pauses, mulling something over.  “And I am not gonna be the bad guy, ever.  In exchange to stay alive, I give you this gapple, and you– and you live in Ninja’s house.  Pants optional.  For the time being.” Tommy gestures to the house across the prime path.

Connor already knows he’s going to agree.  Even if he isn’t a fan of the idea.  Tommy is right too.   For the time being.  Time being very iffy for Connor, in five minutes, he could have his house back again.

“...I’ll take it.”

“Yeah?  Yeah, we’ll be next door neighbors!  And in that way, I get to keep my home!”

“Yeah, yeah I’m down with that,” Connor goes into the little house.  There’s not much here.  And Connor is pretty sure it never gets any better.  “I’d be honored to sleep in Ninja’s bed.”

“That sounds alright?  Okay!” Tommy is quite pushy with this arrangement.

Connor doesn’t hold it against him.  He knows next time he moves back into Tommy’s house, that time will end with Tommy coming home way more messed up than when he left it.  He can wait around in Ninja’s house for now.

“For what it’s worth, Tommy.”  Tommy is rambling over him, but Connor just keeps talking.  Tommy will hear him, or he won’t.  Little stuff like this doesn’t matter, Connor just wants to know he said it.  “I don’t know what went on today, but, uh, even though you kidnapped me, and I’m still dealing with the trauma of that, you’re just a conflicted person, not a bad person.”  Connor doesn’t know how long it has been since Tommy hurt him.  For Tommy or for him, but Connor cannot exist in this life able to hold a grudge.  Tommy has fallen quiet.  “Um.  And uh, I hope you find what you’re looking for.”

“Oh.  Thank you, Connor.”

Connor turns back to his empty house.  “Actually I need to go get a bed.”

And then Connor is alone.

Not gone, just alone.  Tommy has left.  Connor doesn’t understand why he’s like this.  He doesn’t often let it get to him, but he feels like he’s seen so many people lately, none of them people he had truly been able to rely on.  He likes Tommy, he does, but he misses Schlatt.  He misses those times in his life, and he doesn’t know when or how he will get them back.

He feels like he should have run into Schlatt by now.  It scares him to think he hasn’t had Schlatt in his life more than he has had him there, to think maybe he’s run out of time with his partner.

The way he figures it, from his side of things at least, he’d brought JSchlatt back from the dead, and then he’d been dead again, and then a ghost, and then alive again.  Connor must have figured out necromancy to some extent.  He didn’t feel like he’d done it yet, but he must figure it out eventually.  Nothing stayed dead for him.  Eventually he’ll end up in better times.

[daggerzine]

Descendents, Circle Jerks, and Adolescents on 3/30/24 at Revolution Live in Ft Lauderdale, FL.

The big punk rock legacy tour came through Fort Lauderdale, and I couldn’t miss it (and thank you very much to the man who shall not be named for putting me on the guest list, I really appreciate it).

I hadn’t been to Revolution Live before, but it’s a big, sprawling venue that has an indoor stage and a bigger outdoor stage where the show was tonight. It is sort of half indoors and half outdoors, and it's tiered as well. And yes, the place was packed to the gills!

These days the Adolescents are vocalist Tony and four other guys… Kidding......The four other guys have been in the band for quite some time (guitarist Dan Root has been in the band since 2010, drummer Mike Cambra since 2013, rhythm guitarist Ian Taylor since 2014, and bassist Brad Logan since 2018), and they sounded great. They played a nice mix of old and new cuts. They also played plenty of songs from the blue album and a few other scattered hits here and there. Again they sounded excellent (and the set ending "Kids of the Black Hole" was icing on the cake)!

I had seen the Circle Jerks a couple of years ago when they came through Denver along with 7 Seconds and Negative Approach. It’s basically the same lineup with Keith Morris, Greg Hetson, and Xander Schloss along with Joey Castillo on drums. Like the Adolescents, they played most of their classic first record, Group Sex, and several other must-hear tunes ("Stars and Stripes," "Trapped," "Junk Mail," etc). Keith is always cracking jokes in between songs, but also telling stories about old LA bands that really deserve respect (ie: The Last, The Weirdos, The Crowd, etc). At 28 songs in their set, they really gave the audience their money's worth.

Finally, as the clock struck 10 PM, the Descendents came out. I can’t remember the last time I saw them, but it was sometime within the last decade  They were really on fire on this particular evening. The whole band sounded great! Milo‘s vocals sounded as great n' gravelly as always while the rest of the band: Stephen on guitar, Karl on bass, and the man himself, Bill Stevenson, on drums, all hammered it home from start to finish. They played a righteous mix from all of their records  ("Hope," "Silly Girl," "Coolidge," "Rotting Out," "Clean Sheets," etc). For the 4-song encore, they even brought out "Good Good Things," "Jean Is Dead," "Grudge," and "Get the Time." Again, a superb set! I made it home in one piece and this old man was in bed by midnight! Huzzah!

PS- sorry for the crap photos

[voidselfshipp]

Howdy Jeri ♡

I hope this finds you well! I wanted to ask about your s/i regarding your familial ship with Alcina Dimitrescu :>? Like your s/i's name and how they look?

Hope this finds you well!

Tex @tex-treasures

Heyy Tex!! This finds me super well! Yesterday(14/9/24) was my BDAY. And today (15/9/24) I celebrated it and had the best time of my life.

About my s/i:

Their name is Lord Lazado/Lady Jerico Dimitrescu, depending on the gender theyre presenting as.

For woman Oriented (aka,Jerico) they wear a large black,gothic dress with a corcet with growing vines in the design,but the dress is still quite flowy,with a hood and a lot of ripped tulle fabric. They have a choker made of old,old gold Many hanging trinkets and gems,(mostly green/yellow) and long nails. They also wear quite tall,heavy boots for a boost of height but also cuz heels and them dont get along.

For more male oriented (Lazaro) they use a black 3 piece suit, a tie,oxford shoes, and wear a pendant with the insignia of the dimitrescu family (added to the Heisenberg insignia If its post marriage with karl). They have sideburns that are quite fluffy.

For both they have pale skin,greyish green eyes,hair usually tied in a bun thats a light brown/dark blonde with a gold/blonde underdye and a shaved back of the neck,a lot of messy baby hairs.

On their right lobule theres a black circlet earring. They both have sharp fangs and beetle wings they use to fly (they can also turn into a swarm of beetles Like the rest of their sisters) but usually they Keep the wings tucked underneat their clothes (I imagine they have pockets/slits on their clothes for easy movement) they Also wear a lot of rings and a ton of bead bracelets (Like friendship bracelets) under their sleeves on their left arm.

As for Alcina,they love eachother very much. s/I was her first kid. She adopted the human and helped them become one of their kind. Alcina adores s/I (with a bit of favoritism ngl,harmless tho) and theyre quite buddy buddy and close.

s/I loves to cuddle with their mom when shes not busy,or gossip and drink tea together. For more clear examples from other sources theres this list.

Miss Noceda and Luz Noceda from the owl house.

Eda hawthorne and Luz from the owl house.

Stanley pines with dipper&mabel from gravity falls.

Just very complicit and very understanding supportive and protective.

Thank you for the ask!! (I get the feeling ur up to something >:3c cuz the question came a bit outta the blue/pos. I have my eye(s) on you!!!!/lhj/hj)

Thank u for the ask

[celestialking]

Strawberry kisses

◇ NSFW 18+ only ◇ Minors/Ageless blogs DNI◇ You will be blocked ◇

Word count: 2k

Warnings: amab, mentions of bondage, mentions of overstim, overstim, mentions of recording/video-taping, little bits of feelings, hand over mouth

a karl and foolish poly fic would be kinda cool

A/n: probably not as good as the last- but yeah. and for some reason imma cry over the last line

Sapnap paused as he turned the corner of the living room. He had Karl's sword in one hand and air freshener in the other. His shoulders dropped as he came face to face with you and Karl huddled on the couch. The both of you were staring at the door, voices at a whisper. "I thought you guys went with Punz," 

You turned slightly facing the brunette. "We got nervous- Why do you have that?" 

Sapnap sheepishly chuckled, checking out the items in his hand. "I thought the place was haunted," 

"And you thought Febreze would kill a ghost?" 

"Maybe they're allergic to lavender," he shrugged, setting them down. 

Karl was still holding your hand tightly, his other hand drummed rhythmically on your wrist. It was a dull pattern that you knew was only there to help you relax but you seemed to get more nervous as he continued. 

Sapnap took a seat by you guys, he had to admit he was slightly concerned. "You guys have met Foolish- or- at least Karl has. I don't see what the big deal is," 

Karl made a strained yet soft noise. "Yes but like- I wasn't- we weren't," it took him a moment but Sap nodded slowly with realization. 

"Look I'm not great at comforting or whatever but it'll be fine you guys, promise," 

Punz had stopped texting updates 30 minutes ago which meant soon you were going to see Foolish walk in those doors at any moment. Karl had met Foolish recently whereas you hadn't and shortly after that visit he had been introduced into your relationship. This isn't the first time meeting one of your best friends face to face; it's the first time you're meeting a lover. It was strangely more pressuring. The sound of a car door slamming shut had a pit sinking in your stomach. 

The front door opened revealing Punz holding a bag and then Foolish quickly entered behind him. Karl was on him in an instant, you however stood still watching them. You could see how happy they are. 

Sapnap nudged you lightly but you stayed put. He rolled his eyes before speaking. "I bet you 10 bucks Foolish will go along with Karl's kissing bit he always does," 

You held your hand out. "Deal," he shook it and you turned your attention back to Foolish. He gave a soft smile. 

"Why are you standing all the way over there?" 

It was only a few quick strides to you, his arms wrapping around you tightly. Your feet left the ground as you were squished into his chest. You were fairly sure he was wearing the cologne you got him recently. He dropped you back to the ground and scooped your face in his hands. 

"God get a room you guys," Punz chuckled jokingly as Foolish kissed you. 

"Finally I can do this," he said in between pecks on your lips. 

"What a chad am I right" Karl giggled, squishing Foolish's arm. He squeaked in response and lightly whacked Karl's hand away. 

The rest of the day was spent recording videos and lounging around with each other. Punz and Sapnap had plenty of room on the couch for movie night later because you and Karl had curled up into Foolish's sides. It just sort of felt like that missing puzzle piece was finally put into place. Punz stayed for the first movie but left before the second. Sapnap called him a pussy for that. However, the brunette ended up leaving himself halfway through the second movie after falling asleep a few times. You yourself had them pause the movie a bit so you could run to the bathroom. 

On your way back however, you could hear soft giggles and what sounded like a stifled moan or two. You peeked your head out seeing Karl seated in Foolish's lap. His head was ducked into Foolish's neck, kissing and marking him. Any soft groans were muffled by Foolish biting his knuckle. You leaned on the doorway just watching for a moment. Foolish gasped tilting his head back further as Karl sucked another mark onto his throat. His hips bucked up against Karl who ground down in response. 

"Am I invited to this party?" You asked softly, drawing their attention. 

"Bedroom now," Karl pointed at you. 

He slid off of Foolish's lap, the taller was only dazed for a few seconds before trailing after the both of you. Hopefully, Punz and Sapnap were fully asleep. You were buzzing a bit with excitement. Foolish grabbed your hand pulling you into the room as Karl locked the door behind the three of you. 

You let Foolish tug you closer, Karl pressing himself against your back. It was a blurred mess of kisses and breathy moans, clothes flying everywhere. Until you were half-dressed and Karl left to grab the lube. 

Foolish's eyes were dark trailing every inch of uncovered skin, you had no doubt that you were looking at him the same way. You and Karl have done stuff before and you were no stranger to sex on a video call, but for some reason, this felt different. More on display, barer. It made you feel- 

"Hey," you glanced up at Foolish. "Turn that noggin of yours off," he giggled tapping the side of your head. 

You nodded allowing him to gently push you down on the bed. Foolish would take care of you, you trusted him. You jolted feeling his lips brush against your stomach, every kiss traveling down had him gauging your reaction. 

Karl returned with the lube, Foolish tilted his head up to look at him. "Where was that," a wave of embarrassment flooded through you. 

"My office," 

"That's a weird spot, why there?" Foolish questioned softly as he tugged down your shorts. 

Karl cleared his throat, a twinge of pink spreading to his ears. "We were recording something...for you," 

This got the raven hair's attention. Your eyebrows furrowed and you sucked in a breath to complain. Karl was not about to ruin the surprise you both planned for him. Foolish slapped a hand over your mouth just as the first syllables left your lips. 

"So," he let some of his spit fall onto your dick. "What was it of?" Foolish's free hand used the saliva to start pumping you slowly. 

"Me fucking him over the desk," his hand moved faster slick noises following. You attempted to pull his hand off your mouth, it was the only obstacle to you whining. 

"Tell me more," 

"Tied his hands behind his back with a pretty little bow, wouldn't let him cum until he cried," 

Foolish said nothing more uncovering your mouth. 

"Karl," you pouted. "That was a surprise," your sentence was interrupted halfway by a shocked moan. 

Foolish had gotten tired of using just his hand now trailing his tongue along the underside of your cock. The lube had opened a long time ago, now two fingers were slowly pumping into you. 

Karl giggled softly leaning over you. "I'm sorry angel," he hummed, one hand grasped your chin turning your face up and away, the other pinning your wrist to the sheets. "We'll make more videos, promise," 

Slowly Karl sucked a mark onto your throat. "I have plenty of ideas," as he left pretty claims across your neck and shoulder he began explaining. "I'm sure foolish would like to see how many times you can cum wouldn't you love?" 

Foolish hummed in response, now taking you deeper into his mouth another finger being added. 

"I'll set you up nice and pretty with your legs tied open for the camera to see," with every dirty promise your hips twitch, making your cries raise in volume. 

Karl's fingers moved to push into your mouth. "Ssh, don't want Punz and Sap to hear you, your noises are just for us to hear. You're ours," 

There was practically stimulation on every part of your body. Foolish had you simultaneously pushing down on his fingers and up into his mouth unsure of which pleasure to chase first. "I know you're close angel, let him taste you," Karl whispered, going back to nip over some marks gently. 

You panted and whimpered around the fingers that were pushing into your mouth. Foolish's fingers pressed harshly into you making a louder cry be stifled by Karl's fingers. 

You sobbed as you finally came, filling Foolish's mouth. He swallowed pulling off. Karl removed the fingers from your mouth leaning over to kiss foolish. His tongue darted out to lick a bit of your cum that had dripped down Foolish's chin. 

"You're both gross," you whined pushing Karl away. The brunette just giggled pressing a quick kiss against your lips. 

"And you love us both so what does that make you too," 

Foolish slicked himself up pushing the tip against your hole. The nervous energy was back once more. His hands grasped your legs pushing them up closer to you. Slowly Foolish began bottoming out, making you whine softly. 

A touch on your hand startled you. Karl's fingers slowly intertwined with yours. Foolish grasped your other hand gently. You held both of their hands as he slowly rocked into you. They leaned over you locking lips, every low groan coming from him was muffled by Karl. 

You stayed like this. Foolish rhythmically thrust into you as Karl switched between yours and Foolish's lips. Your sweet orgasm was building up steadily making you begin to squirm beneath them. The hand holding became grounding. "Love you," you slurred. "Love you love you," the identical looks they gave you made you want to cry. 

They both leaned down for a moment peppering kisses all over your cheeks and face. 

Foolish pulled away speeding up a bit. "Cmon pretty boy, cum," your body swayed to his words, your cum dribbling against your lower half. Foolish gave a few more thrusts before filling you up himself. 

Karl gently pressed a kiss against the corner of your lip. "You can cum once more hm angel?" You nodded slowly allowing them to move you as they pleased. 

Karl laid on the bed, Foolish helping you off him and onto Karl. Some of his cum dripped onto Karl's inner thighs. The slickness of it helped Karl slide right in. 

The first few bounces you gave were fast, riding him with a bit of determination but the exhaustion of two orgasms was starting to crash down on you, not to mention the overstimulation. 

"No more," you shook your head dumbly. Your hips slowing down. 

"Color?" Foolish asked, rubbing your sides comfortingly. 

"S green," 

"Well then. You want Karl to cum too don't you baby?" Foolish nuzzled his face into your neck, hands moving down to settle on your waist. "Here I'll help," although you had practically gone limp in his grasp he seemed to have no problem helping you ride Karl. 

You tried to hold back all the whines and cries but you were a mess. Foolish's pace was brutal, picking you up and dropping you onto Karl's cock. You continued moaning out a jumbled mix of their names. Making both of them run several degrees hotter. 

Foolish watched your cock bounce, hitting your stomach with every drop of your hips; there was a slick little thump every time it happened. Sharing the same thought as the taller behind you Karl reached up and thumbed over the pre cum that had dripped from your tip. You tried to jerk away being too sensitive but there was nowhere you could go. 

Karl's hand stuttered, his hips bucking up a few times. "O-oh fuck," he whined. His hands moved to grip your thighs, nails lightly grasping them. 

Foolish was quick to pick up where Karl left off, making you gasp and tremble. Both you and Karl finished at the same time, crying out Foolish's name. 

Gently he pulled you off Karl hushing you softly. It was a thick blanket of praise and loving words that covered the three of you. They cleaned each other off then you before finally climbing back into the bed. 

"So 3 it is," Karl joked, pulling you up to lay on his chest.

"I can go more," you mumbled sleepily. 

Foolish just laughed kissing the back of your shoulder. "Of course you can," 

"3 is fine, it's a perfect number, like us," 

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could you write how lords would react if Ethan killed the ray of sunshine lord you wrote earlier? how they would treat Ethan if they know that he killed their favourite person? will karl still propose him to team up? i really love these headcanons you wrote and i just want more <3333 plant soft lord is the best.

Firstly i want to say a huge ✨THANK YOU ✨ to the 500 followers i have, i seriously wouldn’t be able to do it without y’all and the love and support has been amazing!! Here is the plant lord and there’s already a part one so go and read that first bc these directly relate to it! also this is angsty af but i’ve left it open ended for some more hc’s to come :)) enjoy!

Alcina Dimitrescu

When Alcina learns of your death she is not the only one to mourn you. The whole Dimitrescu family is devastated and heartbroken at the loss of such a beautiful soul like you.

She’s filled with rage that some man-thing could just take away someone so powerful yet so kind. When her screaming finally stops, Bela can be heard crying in her room and at family dinner that night everyone is silent. It’s just not the same without you.

Alcina has a grave made for you, one with a large headstone and surrounding it she laid beautiful flowers from the indoor garden you all made together as a family.

While she grieves for you, Alcina notices how strange it was for moss to grow around the surrounding stones so quickly but grief had clouded her mind to really think or notice too much about it.

She becomes even more protective of her daughters, not wanting to see them suffer the same fate you did. Alcina promises you that she would kill Winters on sight if she ever ran into him again.

Donna Beneviento

Donna has never taken death too well and losing you was no exception. She feels completely empty without you, not even Angie can comfort her sometimes with how much she misses you.

When she saw what Ethan had done to you it felt like apart of herself died with you. Donna spent the next few hours crying into your chest, begging someone to bring you back but she knew it was no use when the flowers and grass you were laying on turned to ash underneath you.

With the help of her dolls she manages to carry you back to the forest where she lays you to rest under a huge willow tree. She places one last kiss to your forehead before she lays down the doll she made for you.

Donna spends a lot of time in the forest after that as a way of staying close to you. Somehow when the trees blow in the wind it feels like you’re hugging her.

In the forest, Donna finds little white flowers appearing all over, the exact ones you used to grow from your palm. She leans down to pick one and tucks it behind her ear as she remembers how you used to give them to her.

Salvatore Moreau

Your death was one of the most painful things Salvatore has ever felt. He can’t even bring himself to feel angry at Ethan when all he feels is numbness from your death.

His heart sinks when he sees the lush and green scenery around the reservoir being to rot and die, the view now resembling what it looked like before your arrival only somehow much more gloomy.

The trees no longer have leaves and are left hollow and dead inside. The grass that you used to spend hours laying on, watching the clouds together is faded and grey. All these things remind Sal just how much he misses you.

Salvatore often sits by your grave which is up on the hill overlooking the reservoir. You said it was one of your favourite places because at sunset the water reflected the pink and orange sky, it was only fitting that your grave be there.

He’ll often talk to you and tell you about his day while he sits there, a coping mechanism if you will. But it usually ends with him bursting into tears as he realises you weren’t there with him.

While he’s lost in his grief and tears, Sal fails to notice how the dead tree which you’re buried next to begins to grow its leaves again, with beautiful pink blossoms growing on the top.

Karl Heisenberg

Karl is fuming, absolutely enraged that Ethan Winters, someone who he was willing to trust and team up with could go and take away someone so pure and precious to him.

It actually pains him to continue his plan to get revenge on Miranda, not only do all his Soldats have your nature-like embellishments but you were someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

There’s so much of you around the factory that his heart breaks just looking at the flowers, the vibes and the moss that are scattered throughout the dark hallways.

He figures the factory, a place that’s so metallic and industrial is no place for you to be laid to rest so he carries you to your home in the forest.

After finding a nice quiet spot near a stream, he brings his large hammer into his hands and disassembles it using his powers. He reworks the cogs and pieces of scrap metal to make a large metal wreath. Karl would’ve been upset at losing his favourite weapon if he hadn’t lost you first, besides he could always make another hammer, you were special.

When he places the wreath down, little vines and flowers grow in between the crevices of the metal. The action makes Karl break down on the spot as he cries, the action bringing up so many memories of the two of you together in his factory which now leave him feeling empty and as lonely as ever.

[wallflowerimagines]

Hello! Um... I don’t really know how to start this but say I love your hc! I think you do a fantastic job on them, there all very sweet but being the s.o.b I am I’m here to ask for some angst. How would you think the lords act if their S/O died?

...I'm feeling mean. 😈

Warnings: Angst, Death, Horror Game villains making bad decisions/not coping with tragedy, suicide.

Alcina Dimitrescu

Denial, Denial, Denial

You can't be dead. There has to be something, anything that she can do to save you. Alcina scrambles for a solution, attacking the problem from all sides, despite the reality of the situation staring her in the face.

Immediately injects your body with Cadou in a desperate hope to save you. Any possible chance that he has to save you she's going to take it.

It's not likely that your corpse reanimates, but it does mutate. At the end of the process, what's left of your body hardly even looks like you anymore, and she can't bring herself to look at it.

She builds a gilded crypt for your body-- it's stunning. It's inspired by you, all your favorite colors, styles and hobbies are incorporate to make the room feel full of your spirit. Alcina is an artistic woman, and she throws herself into the project like she's possessed.

It might take years, even decades to complete. It has to be perfect. When it's done she feels accomplished, but twice as empty. It might be one of the most beautiful dedications she's ever made, but it can't replace you. She has the room sealed off with no way to get to it, so she can't be tempted to visit. She just needs a piece of of you still in her home, or she can't get through the day.

...If your corpse does reanimate, it's actually worse for Alcina. Whatever she brought back was a shambling, horrifying mess of mold wearing your face. It couldn't think for itself, or even follow commands--it just wanders in circles and attacks anything that gets too close.

She keeps your reanimated corpse in a cell, unable to bring herself to destroy it completely. Sometimes, she'll go down to the basement and talk to the thing like it is you, telling it about her day, having one-sided conversations and thinking of all the wonderful memories the two of you shared.

When its dead eyes meet hers, her lungs seize in her chest and tears gather in her eyes. Alcina doesn't cry often, but when your corpse meets her gaze she starts to sob. Those eyes used to look at her with life and love and now...

Still, she can't stop herself from visiting it. It's a compulsion she can't stop, and it tears open the wound every time, but some irrational part of her deep, deep down thinks that one day, she'll descend those steps and you'll be there to greet her with a warm smile.

In either scenario, she will never have another partner. You're impossible to replace, and she feels truly, genuinely empty without you. Rest well, Darling. You'll never be forgotten.

Donna Beneviento

There is such a thing as a last straw, and this is it for Donna.

Please remember: this is a woman who has lost everything. Mother Miranda might have given her a new "family", but Donna is not nearly as attached to these new members as she is to her original family. And the loss of her original family has shaped her in such a way that if you died? She would be absolutely devastated.

It's not fair to put this kind of pressure on you, but in a very real way you were her last hope for normalcy. She had all these plans to fix her family with you. You were so instrumental to her hopes for the future that now that you're gone, it feels like she has no hope at all. You were her missing link, her one true love, and now that you're dead...

Donna screams until her throat is raw when she finds out you're gone. Angie can't help her, nothing can. She just can't cope with reality anymore.

She'll build a life sized Doll of you to try to help herself cope, but the minute she tries to implant of piece of her Cadou in it, she is filled with such a vehement hatred of the thing that she starts scream-crying before she takes an axe to it's face and hacks it to pieces. How dare it pretend to be you?!! It's not even close to the real thing, she shouldn't even have tried--

She might try to induce a hallucination of you to help her get through the day to day, but it's not the same. She can't perfectly mimic your laugh, or your smile, or the way you tuck her hair away from her face. It's so obviously not you, and Donna is... alone.

I do hate to say it, but she will absolutely try to kill herself if you died. You were the one person who understood her, empathized with her, and you were her best friend. You were her support system, the one person who could carry her through the worst times in her life, but you're gone. Donna can't believe that anyone else could be there for her like you were.

Salvatore Moreau

Absolutely, irreparably broken.

When the two of you were in a relationship, you busied yourself not only with smothering Salvatore in all of the love and affection that you could, but you also did a lot to help his self-esteem and mental health.

You made sure he knew that he was loved, that you could never hate him, and even on your death bed you make him promise never to forget how wonderful he is.

Once you're gone, though, Salvatore cracks.

He clings to every bit of you felt behind. All of your jewelry, clothing, pictures and sentimental items are preserved to the best of his ability. Your living space is transformed into a shrine dedicated to you.

It's not healthy, but he also deifies you in his memory. Mother Miranda is no longer the only person that he worships-- the memory of you is now sacred to him. You become something holy and perfect in his mind's eye. It doesn't matter how many flaws you had in reality, your death has turned even your worst flaws into traits to be admired and praised. His perception of you is totally twisted.

Speaking of Mother Miranda, he regresses a lot. His adoration of Mother Miranda was something you were helping him work through, but now he's right back at square one, and even worse off than before.

Moreau can't make a decision on his own anymore--from what to say, to what to do, and sometimes even what to eat. After all, it's his fault that you died, isn't it? You were his partner and he used to be is a doctor. How could he possibly trust himself with anything when he couldn't manage to save the most important thing in his life?

To the rest of his family, he's more pathetic than before. His obsession with his Mother was usually limited to when she was in the room, but now it's constant.

If he ever hears the quote "It's better to have loved and lost, then never loved at all," he gets supremely, violently angry. No. No, that's not true, it's bullshit, how dare you even say that to his face.

If he hadn't loved you, you would be alive. He would be alone, but you would be safe. You would be happy.

Now he's alone, and all you are is dead. He can't ever come back from it.

Karl Heisenberg

Rage. Unending, earth shattering Rage.

Whatever killed you better start to fucking pray, because Karl Heisenberg will not quit until it's suffering.

He doesn't kill who or whatever it was. He let's it sit there, mangled beyond belief, and uses his knowledge of mechanics and biology to keep it alive in constant, unending pain.

It's cathartic for him, but not in a healthy way. The more he hurts it, the better he feels, but at the end of the day, you're still gone, and he's still alone.

He's... lost.

Heisenberg should be angry, fuck he wants to be angry more than anything, but the longer he keeps the thing alive... emotions seem like they're too far away anymore. He wants to scream, he wants to cry, he wants... you.

He keeps something of yours in his pocket at all times, just to run his fingers over it and remember you. Your eyes, your laugh, your smile... It's almost like a stress ball, and these days sticking his hand into his pocket to wrap his fingers around the thing is the only way he can calm down.

Sometimes he turns to ask your opinion on something, or tell you a joke with a big smile on his face because this one is going to make you laugh for sure-- and then he freezes when the reality sets in once again. You're not here.

Remember, Heisenberg has idealized the two of you as this perfect partnership. You were the first person who looked at him and loved everything that you saw. You weren't just his first real relationship, the first person that he implicitly trusted, but you were also his very first real friend.

He wasn't the most friendly person to begin with, but he did get better because of you. He was still spoiled, a little socially awkward, and maybe his dark sense of humor would slip and get a little too much, but he grew as a person.

Now that you're gone, he can't even remember what it's like not being a cruel, empty shell of rage. All he has left is his hatred of Mother Miranda.

After a while, it doesn't matter if he's ready to take her on or not. He's going to face that bitch head on and kill her, or die trying.

If he wins, he's finally free. If he doesn't... that's not so bad either. Karl doesn't really believe in an afterlife, but there's something appealing about joining you wherever you might be.

[anonymous-dentist]

Test Run #1 of the Vigilante AU! There’s actually going to be two more of these, and this is a very much unedited, just written stream-of-thought kind of deal. 

But this one is from Quackity’s pov! So! 

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So there’s a bakery downtown that makes the world’s worst baked goods. Like, you go in and you come out with some kind of disease. The only edible things are the muffins, and even those depend on who’s working that day. If it’s the owner, you’re guaranteed the whole-grain equivalent of an orgasm in your mouth and you’re walking on air for the rest of the day? If it’s his son? 

Oh, if it’s his son… 

“Why do you come here if you hate it so much?” Tommy asks. 

Tommy, wisely, did not order anything upon walking in and despite the man behind the counter’s insistence on force-feeding the both of them salmonella. He has a sandwich from the lunch his brother packed him that morning before sending him off to school, school that Tommy is currently skipping in favor of hanging out with Quackity. 

Quackity, the biggest idiot in S City, has a slice of what’s probably supposed to be apple pie in front of him that he hasn’t touched. 

It’s been twenty minutes since they’ve sat down. The man behind the counter keeps sending confused, vaguely-hurt glances at them. Quackity feels a little bad. 

He shrugs and gingerly pokes his pie with the prongs of his fork. The pie jiggles discomfitingly. He swears that it breathes, God, what the fuck? 

It’s eleven in the morning, and Quackity is running on four hours of sleep and enough spite to kill a horse. There’s a knife up his sleeve and a gun holstered away under his jacket and a set of lockpicks in the sole of his shoe. In half an hour, he has a date with the bank three blocks away that he can’t miss. He should probably be preparing for that. Both he and Tommy should be preparing for that, but, no, he can’t actually leave the bakery until… 

The bell above the door tingles, and Quackity forces himself to not turn around and watch the main event walk in. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see the bakery owner’s son perk up, smiling like an idiot. 

Quackity leans across the table and steals Tommy’s sandwich out of his hand, laughing as Tommy squawks like a bird in protest. 

He uses the noise to cover up a whispered, “That’s Karl Jacobs, the news guy.”

Tommy’s eyes widen in realization, an excited grin starting to cross his face. 

Quackity leans back in his seat and takes a big bite out of Tommy’s sandwich feeling more confident than he has in weeks. 

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Up-and-coming vigilante Big Man (name pending) reportedly has the same powers as disgraced hero-wannabe Soot. This is a factual error that Quackity is intent on rectifying. As Big Man’s unofficial manager, he has a couple of goals. 

One: Change Big Man’s goddamn name. How is anyone supposed to take a vigilante named “Big Man” seriously? 

Two: Boost Big Man’s reputation. The kid’s stuck in his brother’s shadow, for better or for worse. 

Three: Teach Big Man how to throw a goddamn punch. He’s good with a knife, but he’s just going to get labeled a villain if he keeps stabbing the criminals he’s trying to catch. 

Quackity walks into the bank with his hood up, a baseball cap on, and a bright red surgical mask covering the bottom half of his face. His eyes are hidden behind a pair of neon pink sunglasses he swiped out of a woman’s purse on the street outside. 

He waits in line patiently. It’s the lunch rush, so there are maybe more people in the bank than he’d like there to be. It’s fine. He accounted for this. The piece in his ear crackles as Tommy connects to it from his spot on the roof of the office building opposite the bank. 

“You’re good?” Tommy asks, voice like static through the filter he’s got built into his stupid-looking mask. “All ready?”

Quackity pulls out a burner phone from his pocket and puts it to his ear, pretending to be on a call. Nobody cares, but it’s better than looking like he’s talking to himself in the middle of a bank in S City Central. 

“Hi!” he chirps, making his voice a direct parrot of a man he’d heard talking on the subway that morning on his way to get Tommy. “Yeah, sorry, it’s taking longer than I’d expected.” He gets up on his toes and cranes his neck. “Uuuuh, two more minutes? Then I’ll be on my way. Promise.”

“Ugh,” Tommy groans. “This is boring!”

“You’re the one that wanted the job,” Quackity replies. “I told you, don’t go into accounting if you aren’t ready to deal with a ton of dull bullshit.”

“You sound like a horny Valorant player. The fuck is that voice you’re doing?”

“Hm?” Quackity pretends that he doesn’t hear him. Fucker. He shuffles ahead a few paces as the person at the window immediately ahead of him finishes their business and leaves. “Sorry, I didn’t catch that. Hey, it’s my turn. I’ll call you back later, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Bruise me and I’ll throw you off a roof again.”

Quackity shoves his phone into his pocket just as he gets to the counter. He smiles at the poor underpaid clerk, not that she can see it. 

“Hey,” he sweetly says. “Sorry about this. Really.”

The clerk rolls her eyes and pops her gum. “It’s no problem, really. Deposit or withdrawal?”

Quackity pulls the gun out from the inside of his coat and says, “Withdrawal, please, all you’ve got.”

The clerk’s eyes widen comically and she shoots her arms towards the ceiling in immediate surrender. Really, she should’ve known better than to expect a calm day working at a bank in this city. Doing finance is basically a death sentence. Minimum wage is not worth it. 

Everyone starts screaming and freaking out, because everyone in this bank is a fucking idiot except for him, and all it does is annoy him. Oh, he’s going to have such a headache after this... 

Based on personal experience, it should take less than five seconds for one of the other clerks to press the panic button. Ten minutes until the police arrive. Two until Tommy does. 

And so Quackity stands there calmly pointing an empty gun at a terrified girl, feeling nothing but a vague sense of urgent casualness that he’s long since grown used to. This isn’t his first rodeo. He and Tommy have been at this for a couple of weeks now, basically whenever Tommy knows he can get out of school for the day. (It isn’t like Quackity has anything else going on in his life right now…)

Big Man crashes through the front doors right on cue, eight feet tall and wielding a homemade staff made from lead piping and neon orange duct tape. 

“The fuck are you supposed to be?” Quackity laughs, sizing Tommy up. “The jolly red giant?”

“I’m your worst nightmare, bitch,” Tommy snarks, and then he lunges at Quackity swinging his staff and obviously grinning madly behind his mask. 

They really need to work on his one-liners. 

Quackity ducks effortlessly. The bigger Big Man is, the slower he is, they both know this, and they both planned on this. Tommy’s swing goes wide, maybe a bit too wide. Maybe a bit too obvious. Oops? 

But then Tommy shrinks down to less than a meter tall and lunges for Quackity’s kneecaps and any and all plans go out the fucking window. 

Quackity screeches as Tommy pulls down on his legs. He falls to the floor right on top of Tommy. Tommy flashes up to his actual height and flips them over. Quackity lands right on his wings; he stifles a scream. Tommy straddles him lands a punch that breaks Quackity’s sunglasses right in half. Quackity glares up at him as the pieces fall to the ground on either side of him. 

“Those were expensive, man!” he snaps. 

He sits up in a flash and headbutts Tommy, flinching. Tommy grunts and falls back onto his ass. Fucking deserved it, asshole. 

There are sirens, and they’re getting close, so maybe it’s time to go. Maybe. 

Quackity looks up and sees Karl Jacobs of The Tales pushing his way through the panicked mass of idiot civilians rushing its way out of the building with his camera up and shooting. Yeah, it’s time to go. 

“Smile for the camera,” Quackity whispers. 

Tommy nods imperceptibly. His face then hardens and he tackles Quackity back to the ground. Quackity huffs and scrambles out of his noodle-like grip, hopping to his feet and taking off towards the large bay windows. He elbows someone to the ground- oh, fuck, it’s Jacobs. He looks down at Jacobs and remembers that his sunglasses are off just a tad too late. 

And then Tommy is tackling him through the window. They both land outside on the sidewalk in a pile of limbs. Quackity squirms his way free easily and gives Tommy a light kick to the side before taking off in a rather leisurely jog away from the chaos, ducking into the crowd forming and shedding his coat and holster and hat and mask in the process. 

His wings twitch in the sudden breeze he’s allowed them to feel. He winces in pain. 

Well. That could have gone better.

[justagirlsearchingforamuse]

If you are still taking nsfw requests, could you please write Heisenburg having some 'alone time' with himself?

"Hmm ... yeah this will have to work ... running out of options because of that stupid man Ethan Winters. The man is nothing but trouble. ... I was a fool to consider trying to work with the clown." Karl growled in a ragged breath, his hands were pressed into his messy cluttered desk and he stood slightly hunched over his desk with his eyes staring at the revised plan he had. He stared over the plan once more, he'd have to either get rid of Ethan or let him do all his dirty work and then finish him off once more. As he slumps into his chair, a heavy sigh leaves his lips at once and he takes his old tethered hat off, he's quite surprised he hasn't lost the beloved accessory. Sitting it down on his disorganized desk with papers, photos, and crumbled pieces of paper he lets a heavy breath leave his lips and tries to let peace rest in his old factory and within his soul. The sound of machinery working actively, metals bumping into other metals and the scent of dust and metal lays heavy in the air. He liked his factory. Just the way it was. Messy. Dirty. Dusty. He loved it, it was his own little home and his place to truly be himself and truly allowed to be vulnerable without the worry of being seen as weak. As inadequate, he runs his thick fingers through his straight dark grey hair, pushing some hair out of his face as he listens to the machines, the huffing, and the metals clanking together and it reminds me of something he's tried so damn hard to forget. You.

He enjoyed and relished being alone, he was in his element, he was allowed to be vulnerable but there was that soft aching in his soul that missed your soft humming or missed hearing you enter his factory. He missed the smell of you, it was warm and so heavenly to his nostrils, when you would bother trying to clean up his cluttered mess and he would try and excuse it. Try and get you to stop. Damn, did he miss you. He sits up straight in his chair, his finger rests upon his bottom lip as he forces and pushes thoughts of you out of his head, he can't bear to think about you, he can't bear to be weak again after what you did to him. "fuck" he mutters in a swift breath as his hands cover his face, he buries his face in his hands as he finds getting rid of you is like getting rid of gnats, nearly fucking impossible. He lets out an agitated sigh, nearly growling to himself before his eyes lay heavy on his desk, still cluttered and messy once again he decides to at least get rid of some of his failed plans. As he begins to grab at a few crumpled up paper balls, he suddenly stops and another sigh leaves his lips, he stops as rushed words leave his lips. "what the fuck am I doing?" he mutters as he began to try and put things back where they were, his hands moved too quickly and suddenly a photo falls onto the floor. It's a polaroid, he twists in his chair and picks up the photo and his eyes harden at the sight of what he tries and tried so desperately to forget. To leave behind. His eyes meet the sight of your face, you took what Americans call a "selfie", a short yet soft chuckle leaves his lips at your weird slang and your way with words was so unique. You smile warmly at the camera, a natural smile suits you perfectly and the light in your eyes, the natural warmth that flushed your skin, everything about you reminded him of what he lost. The family he lost. He missed what he used to once be, human. Humans have freedom, are free to be whoever and do whatever they want but a cruel bitch with selfish intentions and a knack for kidnapping took that away from him.

His face softens at your picture, he remembers your laughter echoing through the room so beautiful and unique to his ears, how you would sit on his lap and tease him with your smile, he remembers so much about you. He remembers you. He remembers the day you left, bitterness on your tongue, sharp anger in your veins and you left with horror, with tears and with nothing but pain striking your face. He hurt you. In return you left him, you left him all alone with nothing but his so-called "family". He wants to rip up your picture, burn it and spit on the image he once treasured so dearly but all he can do is look at what memory he has of you. "Damn, you don't know how much ... how much I miss you ..." Karl whispers, a deep frown curls onto his lips and he can memorize and almost catch your voice in his ears. His throat begins to get tight and his lips try to tremble and quiver before, he buries his teeth in his tongue and inhales a sharp breath to stop himself from being too ... open. He exhales slowly and sets your picture down on the desk once more, he slumps back in his chair, and memories of you circle and float around in his head. "Come on ... forget her, she fucking left you." He mutters and murmurs to himself in a whisper, sighing once again as his fingers pinch the bridge of his nose, he keeps repeating "forget her, fuck her" almost like a mantra. But it doesn't fucking work. Especially when he finds himself pitching a tent, his pants become tighter and not as loose as he prefers them to be, he lets out a little more than agitated growl from his lips at the sight. Clicking his tongue, he decides that maybe he can turn this into just another jerk-off session that is nothing more than that, he sets your picture up on a coffee cup he has and lets it sit there right in view. His tongue swirls around his lips as he unzips his pants, he slips his hand in his boxers and lets his eyes rest as he wraps his hand around his firm thick semi-hard cock. He lightly squeezes at the organ, causing him to let out a swift breath at the sensation before leaning back just slightly more, grinding his teeth into his bottom lip he begins to gradually move his hand up and down his cock. "Damn ... kinda sensitive, huh?" Karl says in a slow ragged breath, his voice rumbles, and echoes through the factory.

He wants to rush into it, he wants to imagine you with your tongue down his throat, hands exploring his body and he could imagine your chuckles after he rips off your clothes. "Fuck ..." Karl whispers, his eyebrows furrow at images of you that flash in his mind, the things he's done to you, the sheer pleasure that he's given you has him squeezing his fully erect cock. His fingers travel to the head of his cock, he squeezes at the sensitive area causing a ragged deep growl to leave his parted lips, pleasure pulsates through him and leaves him almost like putty in his hand. He swallows thickly and inhales once again, his hand begins to slowly travel up and down his thick meaty cock that pulsates, eagerly. Heavy ragged breaths leave his lips, his eyes are closed, almost like he's relaxed and at ease with his hand shoved down his pants and his mind focused on the aching problem in between his thighs. When his hand travels to the head of his cock, his thumb moves in circles around the head, slow agonizing circles that leave him almost gasping for air at the throbbing sensations that travel through him. "Damn ..." Karl groans deeply, a ragged breath soon follows as he spreads his legs wider, his hand travels up and down his throbbing hard cock, heavy ragged breaths are all that leave his lips. "Shit ... shit ..." He breaths out heavily, he whines and it fills his throat and the factory he resides in, echoing heavily through the room before a deep breath leaves his lips. "Get the fuck outta the way," Karl whispers to himself, he pushes his pants down to his ankles and his cock isn't restrained by his pants, his hand moves to his cock once again and continues to gently stroke his throbbing cock that now leaks with precum. "Gah ..." Karl gasps, burying his teeth into his bottom lip as heat begins to flood into his being, his heart throbs and pulsates in his chest, and arousal pulses through him, leaving him aching for sweet release. Hot damn ...

"Yeah, remember how you used to just worship me ... do you remember how much of a masochist you were? That look on your face though ... whenever I had you tied up and at my mercy or ... whenever you needed to be punished ... oh damn ..." Karl rambles to himself, his words are slurred and his thoughts of full of nothing but you, he remembers how you used to tease him away from his work and how good you were at making him hard in mere moments. His cock pulsates in his hand at the thought of you and he decides to kick it up a notch, his hand begins to move at a slightly quicker pace as it travels up and down his throbbing meaty cock. His cock leaks with precum that travels down the head of his cock, his thumb quickly moves against the sensitive head, rubbing and massaging that sensitive area causing sharp waves of ecstasy to rush through him. He licks his lips and a wide toothy grin curls onto his lips, a light chuckle follows soon after as short and breathless moans leave his parted lips, the heat that was once warm gets hotter and it travels throughout his body. "Yeah, you remember that. You can't forget how good my cock felt down that tight throat of yours, how you savored my seed obediently ... haah ... damn." Karl rambles once more, imagining as though you were listening to him, what follows after his words are heavy breathless moans that are pried from his lips. He uses his other hand to clutch the chair's arms as his hand eagerly strokes and massages his cock aching in between his legs. "Ah ..." Karl moans deeply, a growl at the end of that moan as he can ecstasy pulsate through him, his body throbs with arousal and aching as he selfishly takes care of himself. He was getting close.

The heat that was hot as hell was now boiling inside of him, running his hands through his hair he wraps both of his hands around his cock, eager to taste his release quicker as his face twists at the waves and waves of ecstasy that travels through him. He clenches his teeth and his eyes are closed tightly, heavy ragged raspy breaths leave his lips followed by low growls of your name that he repeated like a mantra. "Oh, fuck ...! Oh, baby ... don't you miss me? Don't you miss how I used to fuck you ... nice and hard, all night fucking long and I still have your marks on my back." He rambles in a series of heavy breaths that clouded his throat, he begins to fist his cock swift and severely as sharp powerful waves of bliss washed over him in heavy waves of heat. "Oh, fuck! Shit! Oh, shit ...!, Baby, I want you so bad ... I want you here with me ... your lips wrapped around my cock or maybe you would want to ... want to be on your back like a dog. Eager for my cock, eager to get pounded into the mattress." Karl rambles once again, a smile is curled onto his lips as he is so eager to chase after a high, eager to chase after whatever he was deluding himself into that had him believing you were there. "Oh, shit! Goddamn ...!" Karl pants out, his breaths become raspy and sound like a growl at the end of each moan that falls from his lips. His throat is tight and struggling to keep oxygen in it, heat boils within him and he's just so enamored with the thought of you and you're not even there. Clenching his teeth, he begins to drive his hips into his tight fist, his hand swiftly stroking his throbbing hard cock as he throws his head back. Waves after waves of ecstasy travel and burst through him, the ecstasy is strong, merciless, and unforgiving and he fucking loves it so much. Oh, what you do to him ...

"Shit, baby ... I'm gonna ... I'm gonna come ... gonna come so fuckin' hard.  I love you ... I love you ..." Karl rambles out in heavy ragged breaths as he continues to vigorously fist his throbbing meaty cock, his breaths are caught in the middle of his throat and when it hits him his entire body disobeys him. His body jerks, almost jumps at the tides of bliss that flood through him and he reaches his boiling point, his stomach coils and he bites at his tongue enough to make himself bleed as thick ropes of semen land onto his shirt. "Fuck, (Y/N) ...! Oh ..." He whines deeply, his hand continues to vigorously stroke his cock, shorter ropes of cum spurt onto his shirt as he desperately tries to feel more. To see you again. He'll never admit that. Never let his mind admit because he's a stubborn bastard but there's that thought in his head, he was wondering if you would've said "I love you". He wondered if you would've just smiled at him and left him again, when he catches his breath a bitter taste hits his tongue, and memories of your time together hits him like a pile of bricks. Fuck, all he wanted was to forget you. Forget that you brought him up just to leave him when he needed you most. His eyes open and he inhales a shaky breath through his nostrils, pain weighed heavy on him and that's all he can think of. The pain. Your last words. The tears. He remembers you.