#she was out of the box but in great condition with all her accessories ^^

[copiawife]

oh! i never showed you all!!

mouscedes :33

[docgold13]

Heroes & Villains The DC Animated Universe - Paper Cut-Out Portraits and Profiles

Darci

In the past, the Darci Doll was a hugely popular toy. Future fashion designer Lana Lang was an enormous fan of the Darci Doll, collecting all of the doll’s various couture outfits and accessories.  The great fun Lana had with this doll contributed to her future career as a fashion designer.  

Years later, the villainous Toyman wanted a companion and created a sophisticated android in the exact image of the Darci Doll. Entirely life-like, the android was endowed with an artificial intelligence that ultimately gained sentience.  This Darci became bored with the Toyman and she fled.  Now calling herself Darcy Madison, she went on to become a fashion model where her perfect features made her a huge star.  Now a celebrated designer, Lana Lang was struck by Darcy and how she so reminded her of her beloved doll.  Lana asked Darcy to work with her; the model accepted and was soon the face of Lang’s hotly anticipated Fall line.

Feeling betrayed, the Toyman sent his mechanical minions to abduct Darci and bring her back to him.  His toy robots attacked during a fashion show, an event Clark Kent was attending so to support his friend, Lana.  Quickly changing into Superman, the hero fended off the toys and saved Darci.  

Tired of having to hide from Toyman, Darci decided to seek out her creator and kill him so she could be free.  Yet Toyman had built a contingency failsafe into Darci making it so her systems would shut down were she to try to harm him.  Captured, Darci was placed in a life-sized ‘Darci Doll’ box and displayed among the rest of Toyman’s collection.  

Superman, meanwhile, tracked down the Toyman’s layer.  In the following battle, both Toyman and Darci appeared to perish.  

Having survived, Darci fled to Dakota City where she tried to make a new life for herself as a teacher at the prestigious Vanmoor Institute.  There Darci took on the alias of Ms. Moore and became close with her prized pupil, young Daisy Watkins.  

Once again The Toyman managed to track Darci down.  What Darci truly wanted to be more human and to have a new life free from her past.  Toyman agreed to help her; he abducted Daisy Watkins and created a synthetic version of her that Darci’s consciousness could be transformed into.  Of course the real Daisy would have to be killed so Darci could completely take her place and Darci coldly agreed to this condition.  

Fortunately, Superman had been tracking the Toyman.  He and Static teamed up to bring down the villain and save Daisy Watkins.  During the ensuing battle, Darci tried to kill Toyman.  It triggered her failsafe and she self-destructed.  A heart broken Toyman gave up, his precious toy now gone forever.  

Actresses Nancy Travis and Nicollette Sheridan each provided the voice for Darci with the tragic android first appearing in the fourth episode of the third season of Superman: The Animated Series, ‘Obsession.’ 

[rainbowhighschoolnurse]

Doll restoration/restyle: Rainbow High’s Krystal Bailey

She was another one that came with Carmen Major and Gabriella Icely’s lot. No before pics because I forgot, but honestly I don’t think it matters. She was super easy and in great shape. I would honestly class this one as more of a restyle than a restoration, because the restoration parts felt more like regular doll maintenance.

Her face and body were in excellent condition. All her hair needed was a quick comb to get all the tangles and cat hairs out and a wash to get out the styling glue.

Unfortunately, I didn’t get any of her clothes, shoes, or accessories, so I had to dress her up in completely unrelated clothes. Her skirt came from Carmen Major, Jacket from one of the Storm twins (who is still in my to-restore box). Not sure about the shirt, shoes, and hair clips. I have a lot of as-yet unidentified stuff in my Rh closet.

[captain-of-silvenar]

🛁💁‍♀️👠 for yera and/or kerasil, your pick :3

I did Kerasil earlier today, so I'll do Yera for this one!

🛀🏿 Is bathing a luxury or a chore for them? Are they a long, sybaritic soak sort of bather, or a just-getting-clean sort?

BATHING IS A LUXURY. After spending weeks, or even months, on the road living in the dirt or woods, in sleeping inside caves and dungeons, all Yera can afford at times is a wet rag or just living in her own sweat for awhile. Nothing she hasn't done in her long life, but it certainly isn't always the best when you roll up to an inn or tavern and you can hear the folks flinch away from you.

Yera used to be pretty efficient with cleaning before she got into her wealth. Just wash in the lake, or the river, make sure to get all the leaves and dirt out of her hair, and she was golden. Now that she actually owns a house and the funds to have a bathtub, a warm soak is the best thing in the entire world.

That's not to say she is only a bathtub soaker anymore. It depends on the mood and how convenient it is to do so, but if given time and space Yera will always choose having a warm bath over anything else.

💁🏾‍♀️ What is their hare care regimen like? Do they color, straighten, curl, or otherwise change their hair regularly?

Yera would say she takes great care of it. She combs it, cuts it even, makes sure to get all the dirt and leaves and bugs out of it. It's a distinguishing part of her features so it has to be taken care of.

If you ask Lydia, she would truthfully answer that it is haphazard at best, and looks more grey than white most days.

There is a reason Yera keeps her hair short and a low maintenance hairstyle. It's not that she's neglectful of her hair, just that she feels that just a quick finger brush and keeping it clean is enough for her needs. So long as it's not sticky or falling over her face annoyingly it's alright in her books.

It's not horrible looking, but once Lydia learned that her Thane was basically dunking her head into a barrel of water and calling it there she knew she had to do something.

So now Yera has a dedicated hair care regimen that is required at least once a week by order of her housecarl (Lydia can be pretty forceful when required). It's a really nice bone comb that Lydia got her for, and Yera takes great pains to make sure the comb is well cared for and never chips.

Lydia wishes Yera had the same dedication for her hair, but it's the thought that counts.

Yera also doesn't really change the hairstyle, nor dye it despite how different it looks and how easily identifiable it makes her. A blind bosmer woman with pure white hair is pretty easy to narrow down, but her hair is a feature of her person. And Yera will be damned to let anyone tell her how to change or manage her body in a way she doesn't agree with.

👠 Do they coordinate their outfit and accessories carefully, or just wear any old rag that passes the sniff test and their most comfortable shoes? Somewhere in between?

To shift how Yera takes care of herself again, she does take great care in coordinating her outfit. In the beginning she only had one set of clothes and armor so she just cared about those being in good condition. Now that she has a house and money to spend on outfits she likes accessorizing again.

It's been over 100 years since Yera last saw colors, but she still remembers them and which one she likes the most. This usually falls into reds, yellows, the occasional blue paired with darker colors, and obviously gold when affordable.

Lydia helps out putting the clothes together and describing them to Yera for selection. Then they're put close together in the closet so that there is less confusion as to where they are.

Boots are organized from utilitarian to comfort on the rack for Yera to decide on a whim to wear that day.

Accessories are in a dedicated jewelry box with extra dividing sections Yera can organize to her liking.

You won't find Yera wearing precious jewels or dressing up in a gown, even in important social events. She still prefers function over fashion, but there's no reason to not get those plush cotton pants at the market today. Lydia, please, they're a different color this time and they feel so soft. We have so much money, what's another pair of pants to us?

[popcornoncemore]

I found another $5 Rainbow High doll at a thrift store! She was in great condition and now that I've washed out her hair, Daphne Minton looks right out of the box (minus her lack of clothes and accessories besides her shirt, but that's alright, she's borrowing Georgia's pants right now).

I had considered getting Daphne new in the past, but wasn't thrilled by her outfits. Now that I have her, I must say that her base doll is so beautiful! The color of her hair is everything!

Best of all, I met a woman at the store who also collects and we talked about dolls for a bit. It's super cool meeting other adult/teen collectors because not a lot of people in my world understand my love of dolls.

Here's a few photos of Daphne with the Sunny dolls I found at the same store last month!

Ignore the camera quality as always

[retroquarium]

Alright so I have some updates on the weird Lagoona doll. I went back to my Target in a feeble attempt to see if she was still there, since I took the original pictures on August 6, and to my surprise (and also no surprise at all):

She was still there and I now have her in my possession :D

This is going to go into me documenting this weird returned doll so continue if you feel like it

Like I said previously, I’m not super knowledgeable on the gen 3 dolls, so I didn’t realize she wasn’t the new Monster Fest doll at first but on comparison in store

Yeah maybe I’m just stupid

After having her in my possession I can confirm that she was most likely a return from someone and not some factory goof. I thought she might be from the factory at first because 1. Not great with these dolls, 2. The box is in great condition (though having it now I see that the sides of it were re-taped in a way the factory wouldn’t do), and 3. My Target doesn’t restock toys that often and the day I went they were currently restocking, so she was put out with the Monster Fest dolls that day (as they hadn’t had the Monster Fest dolls previously). Best guess, she’s a return from another store that got lumped into the store shipment

Anyway, onto the things I noticed. The doll herself is the basic outfit Lagoona for gen 3, though she is missing her right earring, black headpiece, and, most notably, her shoes have been swapped out for gen 1 Venus’s shoes (the thing I originally noticed was off). The pink on her legs is also chipped a bit, meaning she was probably played with. The box she’s in is the Monster Fest Lagoona box and includes some of the original accessories: bracelets, burger, drink, Catty poster, and ticket. As others pointed out though, her sunglasses have been replaced with gen 1 Scaris Frankie’s, another weird gen 1 item to throw in.

There are some items that I can’t place though

This little star accessory is either a makeup palette or a clutch purse and I don’t recognize it from anywhere. I thought maybe the gen 1 Frights, Camera, Action dolls but I’m not seeing it

There’s also this purple aquatic themed comb. I have absolutely no idea where this would be from

Here’s a video I took of her

I would take her out of the box but ultimately I’m going to be returning her. I only got her to confirm I wasn’t crazy but $30 for a messed up doll is a lot. I’ll be sure to tell them that she’s a shitty return and maybe they can put her on clearance or something idk

This spiraled a lot further than I thought it would lmao

I love Monster High, always have, so naturally when I went to target recently I checked out the new dolls and

Y’all see it, right?

THOSE ARE GEN 1 VENUS’S SHOES DBDBDHCJBSBSB

My best guess is that they had a bunch of them still lying around and needed to use them??

[regretsofalifeandlovelost]

Celebrating Christmas

It's the end of November when my sister comes to me telling me that she's going to have a kids inappropriate Christmas celebration. I tell her that my ex-partner wants to have us all at his house for Christmas opening and then he has plans to take the kids away with his parents until after NYE.

Christmas day comes and we do the family Christmas opening presents before saying our farewells. I feel lonely as I drive back to my sisters place. As much as the kids are a burden they provide me with some stability and them not being around gives me more spare time which can send me into a negative place.

I arrive home and my Sister and husband are busy setting up, I ask them about how I can help out and my Sister passes me a box. I open it to find it full of bondage chains and accessories. She tells me that I need to go and setup their and my bedroom as dungeons. I ask her what their plan is, she tells me that it's a themed event called

a girls wonderland picnic

I ask her what it's about, she tells me the guy's get tied up and the girls take control, it's our reward for the year to take what we need, what we want for Christmas. We have complete control and power for the day. I am hot immediately and start thinking about how awesome this could be if it comes off without any problems.

I setup three in their bedroom, one on the sofa in the corner and two on the main bed. I do two in my room. I turn on the air conditioning so that the rooms are the right slightly cooler temperature, set the mood music and lighting and return to the kitchen. The first guests had arrive and I start to feel excited. I ask how the plans are going to be, once everyone arrives and relaxes, we do some small gift giving and then it's time for the men to be tied up. Then it's anyone's guess. I ask them if they had done this before, they said it used to be a frequent event but since covid it's fallen off everyone's radar so this is the first time in a few years.

It's about 2pm when the men are taken away to be tied up. We strip them all down and chain them up with their wrists and ankles. The guys on the bed spread eagle, the guys on the sofa's strapped down. It's hot seeing these helpless men naked except their chains unable to experience freedom. I am the only single girl there and one of the other women Sarah tells me to not be a husband thief. I felt hurt and tell her that it's not my style. She said something about my sisters husband I ignore her. I go and slip into the Jacuzzi and have a glass of champagne, the others are all gone leaving me alone to enjoy the peace. After my glass I decide to go and see what's happening. It's hot seeing the women in control, getting the guys to eat them out, having them under their control. I lean against the door and watch for about half an hour as Sarah rides my sisters husbands face. Her pussy engulfing him as she grinds, thrusts, her climaxes coming and going. She swaps faces with Jess and continues, She tells me to join them. I slip off my bikini and come across and start to play with the guy's cock, it's not big but it's beautifully circumcised, I don't recognise it and find it tastes great, he's hard and I reverse cowgirl him before changing to cowgirl so that I can watch Sarah and Jess riding the guys faces as Joe in the corner who's alone on the sofa watches trying to touch himself unable to reach his cock due to the changes. It's hot and I'm experiencing my first orgasm in about 10 minutes. Just as the wave passes I feel the cock inside me swelling, I feel that he's about to cum and I quickly slip off and milk him, his cum shooting onto Sarah's body, it keeps coming there's so much of it as I milk him of every last drip. Sarah leaving it there as her body start to cum again. Her body releases and she falls off her hand quickly between her legs rubbing out her orgasm manually. I look down to see that it's Mike that I've just milked, his face red from Sarah's pussy sitting on him. I go down to kiss him, intrigued to know what Sarah tastes like, She's sweet and it's hot. We make out for a few minutes the strong smell of pussy filling my nose as we kiss. With my arse in the air as I make out I feel someone squeeze my arse and then play with my clit. It's hot, I don't know who it is but they have a tender touch and it feels good. Their fingers now stroking my g-spot as I passionately kiss mike. The fingers rubbing my g-spot is too intense and yet too good for me to tell them to stop, I need to pee but it feels too good and then like a wave I cum, I feel myself release a huge squirt and the girl behind me cheers, my jaw locks as my body falters with the orgasm. I can't move my entire body locked. Mike continues to kiss me while I am in this zombie state. As my body regains control I look behind, it's Jess she tells me that's the hottest thing she's seen. I tell her that was mind alteringly good.

I lay on the floor looking up at the roof while I regain my breath, Sarah beside me, Jess sitting on the side of the bed. Jess is the first to say something, she's going to go and get another drink and have some time in the Jacuzzi, Sarah agrees and they both leave the room. I stand up and tell the boys to spit roast me. I undo their arm's and feel their cocks slide into my pussy and mouth. The pounding as one face fucks me while the other does me doggy is intense. It's not orgasm good but it feels good to be filled both ends. I feel the cock in my mouth swell and then eject it's load into my mouth, I swallow it all down and just as I finish I feel my pussy about to go thorugh the same, he pulls out and squirts his load all over my arse, I can feel it running down my arse crack and then onto my pussy. I then feel his tongue starting to lick it up, it's so hot having him eating my arse out with his cum all over it. When he's finished he tells me that Jess would never let him do that. She's self conscious of her bum. I retied them up and left the room to relax in the Jacuzzi with the others.

Being in the Jacuzzi with the others all naked we start talking about each others bodies and the compliments are flowing in all directions, by the time we are finished we realize it's been an hour since we finally emreged from the rooms and the guys are probably bored. Jess says she's done for now and will remain in the jacuzzi. The rest of us walk back into the house. I go into my room this time and find Matt, I ride his face until I cum, I have a break and repeat the process. I find this the perfect balance as I continue for hours, his complaints of a sore jaw fall on deaf ears as I continue to dominate him until I am sore and tired. I emerge from the house to find nobody in the Jacuzii or pool. I return to the other room to find a gang bang with all the guys semi-unchained. I go back to my room and untie the guys before we all return to the main room.

I am taken vaginally and anally, my anus filled with cum thanks to Matt. The others are all still fucking when I feel sore and exhausted, my arse feels torn and uncomfortable with how much cum is in it. I find the bathroom and release as much as I can. I shower and leave, putting some underwear on and sitting on the sofa in the main room. I fall asleep.

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Fearing You, Loving You | Part 3

Word Count: 3.3k

Genre: smut, angst, some fluff

Warnings: dom!felix, sub!reader, yandere!felix, cockwarming, blowjob, felix loves hentai and humiliating oc, filming, creampie, spitting, mentions of violence.

Sequel to I'm Yours, You're Mine

Gif credit @915archive (yes I'm only gonna use your gifs for lix from now on lol)

You decided that you can't just passively accept your condition. You had to do something to improve your situation, and you know just what to do. 

When Felix comes home from work, you greet him with a kiss that surprises him before you lead him to the bathroom where you had drawn him a bath, gently stripping him and pulling him to the tub. 

Felix stares at you in wonder as get a loofah and pour some body wash on it. 

"What's the occasion?" He asks, happily leaning into your touch. 

"Can't a woman show her husband how much she appreciates him?" You drawl, knowing that his delusional mind and his need to believe that everything is okay will make him easily accept your answer. “I just want to show you how much I love you…”

He relaxes into your touch completely as you gently scrub his body and wash his hair while he lay calm and content like a cat between your arms.

He looked so happy and peaceful, and you lean in to give his pouty lips a peck. His eyes spring open, staring at you in awe before they turn into the lovely crescents they get when he smiles.

“I love you.” He beams, and you curse your heart for still fluttering at his words after all he’s done, but you still can't bring yourself to reply, and Felix's face turns hard. He grabs your hands, stopping your movements. "Tell me you love me." 

You hold his gaze for a minute, your heart hammering against your ribcage, before you force yourself to smile. 

“I’m madly in love with you.” You murmur, washing the conditioner out of his hair before you pull him up to his feet and wrap a towel around his waist. 

Taking his hand in yours, you lead him into the bedroom, drying him off and grabbing a bottle of lotion. Carefully, you rub the product over his skin, taking care to massage the areas you think might be sore like his neck and his back. You tell yourself that you’re only doing this to appease him so that he'll let you have a relationship with your child, disregarding the ball of warmth that keeps growing in the center of your chest with each happy sigh and loving glance he throws at you. 

You dress him up in soft pajamas and sit behind to dry his hair. His eyes are closed and his mouth hangs ever slightly open as he surrenders himself to your touch. He looks so soft, just like the Felix you used to know, that you can’t help but let the towel fall away as you run your fingers through his soft, wet her and press your lips to his cheek. Felix hums appreciatively, leaving his head to the side to give you better access, when a knock sounds at the door, making you jump back. 

"Can I come in, daddy?" Your daughter’s sweet voice pipes up from behind the door.She wasn't allowed to step into the master bedroom without permission, and said permission could only be given by her father if he was present. Felix opens his eyes and is met by your longing ones, silently begging him to let your daughter in. 

He doesn’t look like he wants this moment to be interrupted so you’re shocked when his reply comes, voice deep with exhaustion."Come in, sweetheart." 

Your heart swells and you smile brightly at him. It's working!

He responds with a tired smile of his own as the girl opens the door and timidly comes in. 

"What are you doing?" She asks curiously. 

"Mommy is doing daddy's hair." You beam, playing with Felix’s hair absently. 

"Oh!" Her eyes sparkle, "Can I be the one who styles your hair, daddy?"

Felix chuckles lowly at her enthusiasm, "Of course, princess." 

The girl squeaks in happiness and jumps in place. "I just have to get some stuff from my room. I'll be right back." 

You stare lovingly at her small retreating form. When she's gone, your eyes go back to Felix and you see him looking up at you with adoration in his eyes that makes your breath hitch in your throat. He takes one of your hands in his and places a soft kiss to the back of it. "This is perfect, darling. Thank you. I promise you that I'll do whatever it takes if it means we’ll be together forever, my sweet.”

Your breath hitches and hand shakes in his hold. A million conflicting emotions swelled up inside you, but they were all smothered as soon as your daughter steps back into the door, jumping onto the bed with her little box of hair accessories and a comb.

You pull your hand away as she gets to work, and you watch them closely, eyes trained on your daughter’s excited smile as she messes with her daddy’s hair, and the equally as gorgeous smile he has on his face as he lets her unleash her creative side on him, encouraging her all the while. 

They looked so happy all wrapped up in their little bubble, and you so wanted to be part of it too. You could be. He promised you you can, if only you’d be good. And isn’t that what you wanted? The love of your daughter and your husband? Why were you fighting him so hard?

“Do you prefer the pink ribbon or the sparkly clip, daddy?” Your girl holds the items in her small hands to show them off and Felix pursues his lips in contemplation. 

“The clip I think.” You cut in, brushing Felix’s hair down. “It matches daddy’s sparkly eyes, don’t you think?” 

“Ohh, that’s right!” Your girl exclaims, putting the ribbon down and placing the clip in Felix’s hair. “What do you think, daddy?” 

“I don’t know. What does mommy think?” He holds your hand, smiling up at you, and you know you’re doing the right thing. 

“I love it. You look really pretty, honey.” You lace your fingers with his, “You did a great job, sweetheart.” 

“Yaaay!” Your girl claps in excitement, and Felix turns to her. “Would you like to go get some donuts, princess?” 

“Yes, daddy!” She chirps and jumps off the bed. “I’ll go get dressed.”

Your smile falls. You weren’t allowed to go on outings like this with them lest you steal your daughter and run away or alert anyone. 

"You wanna come with, love?" He brings your hand back to his lips, pressing a kiss to it. 

You couldn't believe how well this was working. You haven't been allowed out like this in years! Maybe you just needed to be nicer to him, and he'll give you everything just like he promised.

You don’t give him a moment to reconsider, rushing to accept.  "I'd love to!" 

__________

Everything was perfect. The night breeze, your daughter's excited voice, the city lights. This is what you could have, always.

Only one detail was off, how Felix never let go of your daughter's hand. But you don't let that bother you. You still needed to prove to him that he can trust you. And everything will be good again.

You step into the store with a bright smile, following Felix to the register and watching him pay for the donuts and coffee. You all then go to select the donuts you want. You pick a chocolate one and a strawberry one. 

While Felix and your daughter choose their own donuts, the barista tells you that your coffee is ready. Not thinking, you leave your husband and daughter and go to pick up the coffee. 

"Umm where is the sugar--" You wonder absentmindedly before spotting it and reaching out for it. The barista reaches out at the same time and your hands touch. You quickly pull away, the both of you laughing.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You smile, a little embarrassed. 

“That’s okay. I don’t mind touching hands with such a pretty lady.” The barista flirts, passing you the sugar. You sheepishly reach out to take them, feeling a little anxious for some reason you can’t pinpoint. 

You realize your mistake when someone else intercepts you and snatches the sugar packets away. You look up to see a very angry Felix glaring the man down. "She is pretty, isn't she? She’s also my wife." 

“Oh, I’m sorry, sir. I was just trying to help.” The barista clears his throat and looks down.

“I’m sure you were.” Felix grits, quickly putting the sugar in the coffee and stirring it. As soon as he’s done, he hands you the coffee and drags both you and your daughter out of the shop. 

The walk back home he is silent despite your daughter’s constant attempts to make small talk. When you reach your building, he tells you to go up and get dinner ready.

"Where are you going daddy?" Your daughter asks, and Felix glares at you. "Daddy has to take care of something, princess." 

You blanch, holding onto him. "Felix, please." 

He leans down to whisper in your ear, "Do you want to make a scene in front of your daughter? Wanna let her hear how much of a slut her mother is?" 

Tears well up in your eyes and you shake your head. Everything was so perfect. How did it go so wrong? You were so stupid. If you hadn't moved from Felix's side, none of this would've happened. 

Felix pulls you off of him and orders you to go upstairs, and with a teary face you obey. 

When you step into the apartment, your daughter turns to you with crossed arms and a frown on her little face. “You made daddy angry again, didn’t you?”

You stare at her in shock. “What?”

“You always make daddy angry. You always ruin everything.” 

Finding yourself angry for the first time at your daughter. "You don't know anything. You don't know how much I sacrificed for your sake!" 

"I don't care. You only make daddy sad and I hate you."

Her words stab at your heart. With blurry eyes, you grab her and throw her into her room, locking the door behind her and falling to the floor in a sobbing mess. 

You felt wretched. You felt abandoned. You know it's not your daughter's fault, that she's brainwashed, but her words hurt you so much and you find yourself craving reassurance and affection that you know you can only get from one person. 

Wiping your tears, you go to your room to dress up for him, wearing the lingerie dress he had wanted to see on you, and then go to the kitchen to make him dinner, hoping that would appease him enough to give you what you need. 

__________________________

When you hear the door open you freeze in your spot, all your fears reaching their extremes again. You remain still as a statue as you hear his footsteps approach until he's right behind you, his body flush against yours, his hands snaking up your body to grab at your breasts.

“Did you enjoy your little show babe?" He asks, tone sharp.

"No." You quickly attempt to clarify, "I didn't mean to be bad."

"Is that why you looked like you were going to get on your knees in the middle of the store and blow him?"

You shake your head harshly, "I didn't. I just smiled because I was nervous."

He scoffs, his small hands pushing your dainty bra down and roughly groping your tits. "You think I believe you? God, I let you out once thinking you'll be good, but my little cockslut can't help herself, huh?"

“No, Felix--” Tears brim your eyes once again. He wasn't giving you what you wanted. “I would never do anything to betray you.”

"But you did." He growls, rubbing your pussy coarsely while squeezing your tits. “I should’ve bred you before leaving. You’re much better behaved when my cum is dripping down your legs and reminding you of who you belong to.”

“I’m sorry.” You sob, leaning into his touch, hoping to appease him. 

"You will be sorry, baby.“ He promises, making you shiver as he backs away, “Put the food on the table. No plate for you. Whores don't get to eat food. I'll keep your mouth busy with something else."

You know what’s coming, and you feel incredibly humiliated. "No, Felix, please. It's embarrassing."

"Good. You should be embarrassed. If you're gonna act like a cock-hungry slut then you need to be treated like one." He snarls, chuckling at your tears. “You’re crying? Baby I haven’t even given you anything to cry about.”

Helplessly, you prepare his plate for him, already expecting his command. 

“Get on your knees.” He sneers, watching you get between his legs. “Take my cock out and suck on it.” 

You try to obey but when you see the blood stains on his pants, you stop abruptly. “Felix, what did you....”

He looks down at you with heavy eyes and smirks, "Don't worry I didn't kill the man you were drooling after. I just made sure he won't look at other men's wives again."

You shiver, not knowing quite what he means, With Felix this could be anything from a slight warning to a crippling attack. You know he won’t give you more information though so, for your own sake, you unzip his pants and pull out his hard dick, immediately taking it in your mouth. 

"That's a good girl." He breathes out, one hand coming up to tangle in your hair. "Show your master how sorry you are."

You swirl your tongue around his dick, sucking on it earnestly, but as you pull up to breathe he pushes you down, making you take him completely, your nose brushing against his pubic bone with his length fully down your throat. He holds you there and you try to relax your throat as much as possible and try to breathe through your nose, knowing he’ll keep you there.

And he does. Through the whole meal, he stays balls deep in your throat, only resurfacing to fuck your mouth before he buries his dick in your throat again.   

Soon, your jaw gets sore, making your saliva dribble all over his dick and crotch, but Felix doesn't care. In fact, it turns him on, knowing you’re struggling to accommodate his length.

It feels like forever before he lets you go, letting you crash back against the table as you cough and gasp in. You raise your hand to your face to wipe at the mess you've made but Felix stops you.

“Don't clean up. I want you just like you are, my dirty slut.” 

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He has you on your back on the bed, arms hooked under your thighs and shackled together so that they are pulled up to your chest, immobilizing you and laying your pussy bare for him. 

The flash of the camera goes off as your husband takes a picture of you in the compromising position. 

He stares at it as it develops then he shows it to you, making your cheeks flame red at seeing just how lewd you look.

“You’re such a pretty little thing tied up like that, baby. And all mine, right?” 

"Yes, baby, all yours." You gush, hoping he'd have mercy on you. 

He brushes his fingers down your thigh, skipping over your core and going up the other one, making you shake in need. 

"Want my fingers in your pussy, honey?" He murmurs, brushing the tips of his fingers up and down your pussy with a feather light touch that only makes you whimper out in need.��

"Yes, Lix. Need you so bad." You gasp as his palm meets your pussy is a sharp slap, making your body convulse at the intense sensation. 

"Is that what you call your owner after everything you've done?" 

You shake your head, "No, master. I'm sorry."

"That's better." He purrs, slipping his middle finger inside of you. It was barely enough, just brushing your walls as he pumps it in and out of you. 

"More, please, master." 

"You're so greedy. Always begging for more."

He pushes his index in, the pads of his fingers brushing ever so slightly over your walls. You struggle, your body trying to close your legs but you can't. 

He curls his fingers and rubs back and forth against your g-spot, making you shake. "Master, please."

“You’re mine, do you understand? You belong to me.”

You nod, trying to appease him, and whine in distress when he takes his fingers out of your pussy. He brings them up to your mouth. 

"Tongue out." He says gruffly, placing his fingers on your tongue and pumping them in and out of your mouth, occasionally hitting the back of your throat and making you gag around them. 

"You're mine, baby. You were made for me. If only you would see." He sighs, taking a picture of you choking on his fingers before pulling them away, leaving a trail of saliva in his wake. 

He presses his dick against your entrance and you whimper. 

"Gonna give you my cock now. Gonna stuff you full." He purrs, pushing himself inside. "Let's see if I can get your eyes to roll back into your skull, angel." 

He takes multiple pictures of you as he fucks you, instructing you on how to pose and what faces to make. 

"Yeah, that's it darling. Gonna carry these around to show to any man you try to seduce so they'd know whose slut you are." 

You shake your head, tears brimming along your eyelashes from how roughly he's fucking you. This isn't what you wanted. You need him to love you and be gentle with you. 

"That's not true!" You sob, barely able to get the words out between him railing you and your uncontrollable tears. "I didn't do anything. I was good just like you wanted."

"Don't fucking lie to my face!" He grits, throwing the camera to the side and grabbing your thighs so he can brutally drive his hips into yours, his cock not giving your pussy a break. "I saw the way you were looking at him." 

"No. No." Your eyes roll up as you feel your pussy start to clench around him, his cock forcing the orgasm out of you. 

"There you go. That's my good slut." 

You see the flash of the camera go off as you cum, and you can't even imagine how fucked out you look right now. 

He grabs your jaw and forces you to look at him. "Say ahhh." 

Dumbly, you obey, opening your mouth wide for him to spit into. You keep your mouth open while he takes a picture of you. 

"Swallow." He commands, watching you with dark eyes as you do and groaning when you open your mouth again to show him. "Good girl. You got me so close, baby. Gonna give you all my cum. You want it, baby?"

You whimper in agreement, your poor pussy getting sore and overstimulated. 

"I should take away your birth control and stuff you full of my cum. Give you another baby and keep you pregnant all the time so everyone would know that your pussy is taken." His pace gets sloppy and erratic as he nears his end.

"No, baby, please. Don't."

"Shut up, slut. I'll make it so everyone will know that you're claimed." He jerks his hips forward one last time before he groans loudly and his cock twitches inside you, filling you up with his cum. 

He stays there for a while, pluging your pussy and keeping his cum inside as if he intends on making true on his promise. 

When he pulls back, you feel his seed dribble out of your pussy before a flash goes off. 

"Stick your tongue out." He orders, and puts your fingers up in a double peace sign to mimic the fucked stupid characters in the hentai he loves to watch so much.

"Perfect." He smiles, showing you the picture. You look ruined, used, and entirely his.

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A/N: hope you're as dead as I am

[pokemoncreepypasta]

I love you, DOLL!

[STORY SOURCE]

Author: @jesterfox6​​

Let me start off by saying that I’m not that much of a Pokémon fan. I’ve only played a few games in the franchise and have completed even fewer (by completing, I mean defeating the Elite Four and the Champion. I would never be able to catch every single Pokémon in any game).

If you are looking for a diehard Pokémon fan, look at my brother. He has pretty much everything related to Pokémon, I’m talking multiple sets of still boxed games, heaps of Pokémon themed accessories and consoles for those games, and enough other kinds of merchandise like plushies and figurines to fill multiple rooms!

Anyway, this story isn’t actually about him. To be honest, I’m not really sure if it’s even about me either. 

See, earlier this week I had received a phone call from my mother who told me that one of my aunts had unfortunately passed away. While I was of course upset about it, I had never known her well enough to be bawling my eyes out or anything.

The only things I really knew about her was that everyone had called her “Kris” and that she was sort of the odd one out in the family, always having strange obsessions with “all sorts of meaningless objects” as my mother would say.

Regardless, the thing that really surprised me was that Kris had left some items for me in her will. I was very confused because of this, as I only used to see her once or maybe twice a year at the housing facility she lived in. Though I didn’t know her much, barely at all, I thought that any kind of gifts would be appreciated and went to pick them up.

I returned home with a handful of Items that I was sure weren’t for me until we checked multiple times. Even then I still wasn’t entirely sure that these items were really meant for me and not my brother as despite not being a Pokémon fan I had received a slightly worn but still in great condition Gameboy Color, A copy of Pokémon Crystal Version, and a strange plush toy that looked similar to a Clefairy but not exactly like one.

The plush had the basic body design of a Clefairy - if a bit more circular, black ears compared to the brown of a normal Clefairy, and only black ovals for its eyes and mouth instead of the more detailed features seen in the countless plush toys my brother had. I couldn’t even find a tag on the thing, giving me no clue as to when or where it was made. I considered asking my brother about it, but figured it wasn’t too important to know.

Letting the plush sit on a shelf that faced the door of my room, I found it a little strange that I was given Pokémon Crystal specifically; wasn’t “Kris” just a shortened version of “Crystal”…? Not putting too much thought into it, I decided to insert the cartridge into the Gameboy Color and give the game a try, as the second generation of Pokémon was not one I had played before.

After the infamous Gameboy start-up screens, what seemed to be an intro cutscene of the game loaded, showcasing features like the different forms of Unown and baby Pokémon, things that I believe were new additions to the second generation. I also recall that Crystal Version specifically was the first Pokémon game to introduce a female playable character, was this the reason why my aunt had the game on her?

After the intro, I was loaded into the main menu of the game with only two options: NEW GAME, and OPTION.

It was a little upsetting that the cartridge had no saved file on it, as I was excited to see how many and what kinds of Pokémon Kris had caught. It was fine that the cartridge had no saved data on it though, as now I could freely experience the game myself without needing to feel guilty for deleting the old save.

After going into the OPTION menu and changing the text speed to fast, something my brother always told me to do on the off chance I wanted to try one of his old Gameboy versions, I finally selected NEW GAME.

After the screen faded to black, it faded to a light blue color for a second, then back to black again. I was a little confused but brushed it off as nothing important.

Soon after this, some text appeared with an unnamed character saying that I had woken them up and asking me what time it was. I entered the current time and was then taken to the next scene.

Just like with the Generation 1 games, Professor Oak appeared on the screen and quickly described the world of Pokémon, saying that some play with their Pokémon, some battle using them, and that there were many mysteries about Pokémon that remain unsolved.

The screen faded to white and in the place of Prof. Oak was the sprite of a young girl with blue hair, which I correctly assumed was the sprite of the female player character. The text on the screen confused me, though. I found it a little strange that I couldn’t select the gender of the trainer but figured that most people would pick this version just to play as a girl. What confused me more was the lack of name choice and specifically the default name chosen for the character, the same name my aunt went by.

For some reason this similarity intrigued me immensely, and I decided that I would at least get to the end of the game and defeat the champion if nothing else. After a few more encouraging words from the Professor, KRIS and I were sent into the world of Pokémon.

The proper gameplay started with KRIS standing in the middle of what seemed to be the upper floor of a house. Before doing anything else, I decided to open the menu to see if I could do anything there.

Strangely, I found that the POKéMON option in the menu was available despite my knowledge that Pokémon games never open with you already having any party members at all.

Entering the menu out of curiosity I found a single Pokémon in the list, simply named “DOLL”.

To my knowledge there was no Pokémon with this name, perhaps it was a nickname? I opened the STATS menu for more information.

In the menu, I found that DOLL was a Level 1 genderless Clefairy with a Pokédex number of 000 and the NONE typing.

I found this very strange, wasn’t Clefairy a Normal type? I also couldn’t remember what Pokédex number Clefairy was, but I was sure it wasn’t zero. Looking closer at the sprite and animation itself, I found it to be strange as well. Instead of bouncing around or striking a pose like I imagined a regular Clefairy would, DOLL just sat there, not moving an inch. Thinking back, I also realized that DOLL had no cry when selected, it had made no noise of any kind. Perhaps this wasn’t a Clefairy after all?

Feeling slightly unnerved by this strange “Pokémon”, I closed the menu and led KRIS downstairs to continue the story of the game. After reaching the bottom floor, I was quickly stopped by a character I assumed to be KRIS’ mother, who mentioned to her that someone named Prof. Elm was looking for her and then gave KRIS some Pokégear which had just returned from the repair shop.

There I also set the day of the week and if it was Daylight Savings time. After being told of the Pokégear’s Phone system, I was on my way to look for Prof. Elm.

After searching around New Bark Town, I found the professor in his lab building.

When I spoke to him, Prof. Elm asked KRIS to raise a Pokémon that he had recently caught to help him study for some sort of paper.

Strangely, my only option here was NO, and selecting that prompted the professor to say this cryptic message.

“…Right. You already have a ‘POKéMON’, don’t you…?”.

The fact that “Pokémon” was in quotes unnerved me even more than I had been before. Was this “DOLL” a Pokémon or not? The ellipses before the question mark confused me as well, it seemed as if the professor was speaking with a hint of disrespect. Straight after that, Prof. Elm went back to his normal cheery tone of voice, stating that he had  received an email from someone named “Mr. Pokémon” and asked KRIS to go and see what kind of discovery he’s made, in the Professor’s place.

He directed me to go past the next city over, which I figured would be my next destination anyway.

As soon as I was allowed to move again, I attempted to have KRIS take one of the starters. I didn’t care which one it was, I would take anything over this creepy doll.

“KRIS: (I can’t replace DOLL...)”

Selecting any of the Poké Balls on the table only prompted this message to appear though, confirming that I would be stuck to only having DOLL for at least most of the entire game.

Still feeling unnerved and now a little disappointed, I decided to leave and finally get the journey started.

After walking through the tall grass for a short while, I ran into my first wild encounter, a Pidgey.

KRIS’ sprite slid onto the screen, her arm outstretched as if ready to throw something, but nothing was in her hand.

She sent out DOLL in retaliation and again it made no sound, still not moving at all. What could this thing even do in a battle?

I decided to see what moves DOLL had in the FIGHT menu, as I had forgotten to look at its moveset earlier in my confusion.

DOLL only had one move, “LOVE”, a typeless move with 99 Power Points. Using this move prompted the familiar phrasing that noted a Pokémon using a move:

“DOLL used LOVE!”

And with this phrase, several red hearts formed from DOLL’s body, which then surrounded the enemy Pidgey. After this animation finished, the following messages appeared:

“i love you!”

“Wild PIDGEY feels cherished!”

“Wild PIDGEY fled!”

“KRIS: I love you, DOLL!”

And with that, the battle simply faded out with no Pokémon being damaged or hurt. I suppose there really were ways out of potentially harmful situations other than fighting back.

Regardless, all other wild Pokémon battles played out in a similar manner, with the only real change being the phrase said at the end of the battle.

Sometimes the text would instead pick from a selection of a few similar phrases, such as “KRIS: Great work, DOLL!” or “KRIS: DOLL, we did it!”. However, the most common phrase by far seemed to be “I love you, DOLL!”.

The repetitive nature of the battles allowed me to notice that the Power Point value of LOVE never decreased, no matter how many times I used it. I also noticed that DOLL always used its move first, even though I was sure that some of the early game Pokémon knew Quick Attack.

After travelling for a short while, I eventually reached my destination:

“MR. POKéMON’S HOUSE”

Inside the house there were two people, Mr. Pokémon himself, as well as Prof. Oak.

Mr. Pokémon gave KRIS his new discovery to give back to Prof. Elm, which was what seemed to be a Pokémon Egg. Honestly, I was surprised that KRIS even agreed to hold on to it at all.

Prof. Oak walked over to KRIS, admiring her “Pokémon”. Again, the word was in quotes, but this professor at least seemed nicer about it.

The professor also commented on the reason why KRIS was given the errand, saying that it was because Prof. Elm saw that she took care of DOLL so well.

After talking for a little while longer, Prof. Oak handed KRIS a Pokédex, and as soon as I was able to, I eagerly looked through it hoping to find more information on DOLL.

Disappointingly, I found nothing on this strange “Pokémon”, and not even anything on Clefairy itself, proving that whatever this “DOLL” was, it was clearly not a Clefairy.

However, I also found out that the Mystery Egg was an item rather than a Pokémon itself. That would explain why KRIS was willing to carry it. If they wanted her to hatch it, though, I assumed that would be a different story.

As soon as I had stepped outside Mr. Pokémon’s house, Prof. Elm called on the Pokégear, and asked KRIS to return to his lab. From this point I continued the game’s story absent-mindedly, what I was mostly looking for now was more information about DOLL, which unfortunately didn’t seem to come easily.

The next change in battles occurred when I came across my first trainer battle. The trainer, one I recognized from New Bark Town, had walked up to KRIS. In their dialogue, they said the following:

“You’ve got a ‘POKéMON’, right?” 

“What a waste. A wimp like you.” 

“…… …… ……” 

“Don’t you get what I’m saying?” 

“Well, I too, have a good POKéMON.” 

“I’ll show you what I mean!””

Finding it strange that only KRIS’ “Pokémon” was referred to in quotes, I watched the battle start up.

The trainer’s name was only given as “???”. I assumed that this would be the rival character for this game, and that I would get the chance to name them later.

Everything started the same way as expected, with the rival sending out a Cyndaquil and KRIS sending out DOLL.

Again, I used LOVE, and was shown the same text as before.

“Enemy CYNDAQUIL returned to its POKé BALL!”

The only difference was that during trainer battles, instead of the Pokémon fleeing, it would return to its Poké Ball, unwilling to fight anymore.

After using the move on the rival’s Cyndaquil and winning the fight, the battle and story seemed to progress as if I had defeated the rival’s Pokémon in a normal manner.

Just as I assumed, after returning to New Bark Town, I was allowed to name my rival.

I couldn’t think of any good names, though, so I simply went with the default one, SILVER.

After the rival was named, Kris then gave the Mystery Egg to Prof. Elm as asked. It seemed like she was fine with doing things for others, if it wouldn’t affect DOLL in any way.

After a few lines, Prof. Elm suggested that KRIS should try the Pokémon gym challenge, which I assumed would be the same as the other games. Get the Eight Gym Badges, defeat the Elite Four, and then defeat the champion. The story direction was set, so I was ready to get the main part of the game started even though the gameplay most likely wouldn’t be any different from before.

Before I could leave the lab again though, I was stopped by one of the Professor’s assistants. They attempted to give something to KRIS, saying that it would help her with the Pokédex. Could I finally be getting Poké Balls?

…Of course not. The assistant seemed to mirror my disappointment as well.

“…You’re not going to change your mind, are you…?”

Regardless, at least having the ability to win fights effortlessly made for an easy game. I doubted I would need much time at all to finish this.

After the cutscene ended, I was allowed to leave the lab, and I started searching for the first gym.

At this point, I knew that this wasn’t what regular Pokémon Crystal was supposed to be like, but I was still curious and eager to continue as this copy seemed more… personalized.

The story of the game itself had started to become a bit boring at this point, though. I was never too interested in Pokémon to begin with, and when the hardest difficulty of the game was mashing the A button, it was hard to stay invested. Despite my lack of interest in any part of the game or story except for KRIS’ strange behaviour and what little I could find about DOLL itself, I stayed true to the promise I made earlier and continued.

I knew that I wouldn’t be able to find any interesting things about KRIS or DOLL by just going along with the story normally, so I started to look in other places. My first destination was the Pokémon Center.

There, I was surprised to find that DOLL could be healed there just like a normal Pokémon, and shockingly it even had its own custom sprite when doing so.

Next I attempted to using the PC’s features, despite knowing the outcome already.

Sadly I couldn’t test trading as I didn’t have any other Generation 2 games myself, and I knew my brother wouldn’t want to trade with an edited game, so that was out of the question.

Next, I moved on to the Poké Mart, and was surprised to learn that Poké Balls were an available option, but…

…I wasn’t even surprised anymore.

Eventually I had reached the first gym leader, and their Pokémon went down just as easily as everyone else’s’ so far.

At this point I wondered if anyone was even trying. Even the weakest of Pokémon could take on a simple plush toy, right?

After the battle, KRIS received the first gym badge, as well as a TM. I knew I probably wouldn’t be able to use it, but I still attempted to use it anyway.

Just as expected, DOLL couldn’t learn any other moves. Because of this, I wondered how I was going to progress. HM moves were required to beat the game, after all.

Reasoning that I would find a way to progress in time, I made my way to the second gym leader, the repetitiveness of the game causing me to almost forget that I had been taking pictures.

After the battle, Prof. Elm called again, asking for KRIS to take the Pokémon Egg from his assistant who was waiting in the Poké Centre and to wait for it to hatch.

Obviously that wasn’t going to happen, but it seemed like they didn’t have anyone else to ask. I couldn’t even tell who the person in the wrong was in this situation.

The only thing I could do in this position was to continue and silently hope that the professor could hatch the Egg another way.

Soon after this I came across a dark forest area, which was where I received my first HM for the move ‘Cut’.

However, as expected, I was unable to use it. How was I supposed to progress now?

The answer was simple, apparently. All I had to do was interact with the tree, and it gave me the option to cut it down. It was a little strange to actually have a choice for once, but I needed this tree cut to continue.

Just like that, the tree was cut down and I was on my way to the third gym.

It was just as easy as every other battle, what else am I supposed to say?

I also received a new HM soon after but had no use for it at the time.

It wasn’t until after the next gym leader was defeated that I needed to use the HM move, ‘Surf’, and it worked just like before.

I was able to get the 5th and 6th badges effortlessly, though unfortunately nothing interesting happened during this time.

I managed to find a shiny Gyarados before the 7th Gym, not that I could catch it or anything. However the NPC dialogue in the area clued me into the fact that the encounter was forced to be shiny anyway.

I suppose I’m not really cut out to be a shiny hunter, though even if I did happen to have the best luck ever, I doubt I would be interested for long.

Just like always I took on the last two Gym leaders without any issue, but to get the last gym badge, I had to do a small side quest where I answered a few questions about raising Pokémon.

“What helps you to win battles?”

Well…

“Cheating” seemed to be the most honest answer here, but selecting that option only made the question repeat, so I went with “Strategy” instead. Quite ironic, but that answer seemed to let me pass.

“What is most important for raising POKéMON?”

I of course selected “Love” here, as that seemed to be a main theme with the “Pokémon” at hand. Thankfully this answer let me continue with no problems.

With the questions finished, I finally received the 8th gym badge, and I made my way to the Pokémon league.

I was only stopped by SILVER, who once again challenged KRIS to a battle, and everything went just as you would expect.

SILVER wasn’t going to be anywhere close to the greatest trainer if he couldn’t even take out a harmless plush toy, I thought. However it’s not like anyone else had done any better; was anyone even going to try at all? Was anything ever going to change?

Anyway, with the rival now out of the way, nothing else stopped me from finally reaching the Pokémon League.

…And just like with every other fight so far, I won each battle in a flash.

With the Elite Four defeated, I was now onto my final challenge, if you could call it one: the League Champion, Lance.

While most of the game had been quite boring with just pressing the A button and watching the same scene play out repeatedly, I still wanted to play to the end to see if anything would change, either from the formula of the few Pokémon games I had played or from the monotony of mashing the A button for days straight. Now I was finally here. Regardless of if things changed or not, this would be the final battle.

I led KRIS to talk to Lance, and he told her that he had been waiting, and that the both of them would battle to determine who was the strongest out of them and who really deserved the title of Pokémon League Champion. Lance accepted KRIS’ challenge, and then the battle started up.

Most of the fight was quite uneventful, something I had come to expect from the game.

As I sapped the will to fight from Lance’s Gyarados, Aerodactyl, and his three Dragonite effortlessly, I knew that once again I had this fight in the bag.

Then, the rules of the world suddenly changed as Lance sent out his final Pokémon, his Charizard. Again, I selected the move LOVE, expecting an easy victory.

However…

“But it failed!”

My heart sank at the message, and with my interest in this strange game flooding back, I wondered what was going to happen next.

Charizard then got to attack, using the move Slash. An animation played of a pair of sharp claws digging into DOLL, while the screen started to fade to white.

As it faded, I saw something leap in front of DOLL, but I wasn’t too sure on what it was.

 The screen soon faded back in, and I almost let out a gasp as DOLL’s sprite now seemed to show it as torn and falling apart, with two large gashes taken out of its body, showing the stuffing inside. Overtime I had grown somewhat fond of DOLL’s strange antics, so seeing such a sudden dark turn filled me with fear and dread.

I didn’t get much time to look at DOLL’s new sprite however, as DOLL’s HP had reached one. Even though the value did not drop to zero, DOLL made a slow and distorted noise like a cry of some sort, then dropped off the screen.

The game then entered what looked like a normal losing sequence, with the game noting that DOLL had fainted, and that KRIS had no more “Pokémon” left to fight with.

As the screen started to fade to white again, KRIS’ sprite slid back onto the battlefield, seemingly shocking the game into fading back in.

I was shocked too, as instead of KRIS trying to talk with Lance, the four battle options appeared again.

I attempted to press the RUN option to get KRIS to flee, but the game only made a noise which I recognized as it informing me that I couldn’t select the option. The same noise played when attempting to access my items or look at the Pokémon menu, so my only option was to press FIGHT.

After I did so, the text “KRIS used STRUGGLE!” appeared. The enemy shown on the battlefield then changed from Charizard to Lance himself, and then the game finally faded to white for real.

…Then I waited. For about 8-10 whole minutes there was nothing but a pure white display. I had considered turning the game off but decided to wait a while to see if anything else would happen first.

I was glad I waited though, as the screen eventually faded into a scene of KRIS laying in a bed within a pure white room. As the screen faded in, a continuous beeping noise started to play; I recognized the noise as a slower, lower-pitched version of the beeping that the game would play if one of your Pokémon were on low health.

None of the directional buttons did anything here, so I decided to open the menu and see if DOLL was still in the party. Before I entered the POKéMON menu, however, I noticed that KRIS no longer had her Pack or her Pokégear on her.

In the POKéMON menu, I found that DOLL was thankfully still in the party but was still left in the same torn-apart state that it was in after being attacked by Lance’s Charizard.

This time, I let out a real gasp after going into the STATS menu and noticing that the red pixels I barely had the chance to see earlier were in fact dried blood stains. Feeling much more unsettled than before, I closed the menu.

This action seemed to prompt more story, as the textbox read “Kris: Hello?! Anyone?! If anyone’s there, DOLL needs help! Please!”.  I instantly noticed that the trainer’s name had changed to a more proper capitalization; Was this trainer really supposed to represent her after all?

My thoughts were interrupted as more text began to appear onscreen, a conversation between two unnamed offscreen characters:

“???: It’s that old crazy lady, crying about that stupid doll of hers again. At this point, we should just take the thing away from her so she’ll stop yelling about it.”

“???: I don’t think we should really take it away from her, that might make her even more crazy and weird, you know? Hahaha.”

“???: …Well, what do you suppose we do about her? It’s getting annoying.”

“???: If we just ignore her, she’ll stop yelling soon enough, I think.”

“???: Right. Let’s just hope she stops soon.”

After that last comment, the voices stopped, and Kris was left in that bed alone with no one around willing to help her best friend. Here, I finally realized that it didn’t matter if DOLL was a real Pokémon or not. What really mattered was that it was real to her, that it was real to Kris…

My eyes shot open wide with one final realization, but they remained fixed on the screen as more text had started to appear:

“Crystal: …Oh, my sweet little Doll, I know you’re in such pain, but I promise it won’t last. I know I don’t have much time left in this world that you’ll feel so heartbroken when I’m gone, but I promise when that happens, you’ll be sent to someone who will love and cherish you just as I have all these years. I promise you’ll be happy in your next home, and that you can be happy without me. So for when that time comes: Goodbye, Doll, my sweet angel. Thank you for being my best friend, and always remember: I love you, DOLL!”

After I pressed the A button one final time, the screen and music both cut out, leaving nothing but a blank screen. I took this to mean that the game was over and resumed my earlier thoughts. It seemed like I was right about her name after all...

Feeling curious, I stood up and started to walk over to the shelf where I had placed that strange Clefairy plush, but stopped in my tracks as I noticed that the toy was now staring straight at me and not at the door where it had been facing earlier. I slowly approached the plush and now noticed that it looked extremely similar to DOLL’s sprite from the game.

Looking closely, I could now see the tears from the slashes it had taken, healed only slightly more than what was represented in the sprite. I even saw a few discolored patches of what I assumed to be remnants of the blood stains that had once been all over the doll in that dark event that started the end for Kris, my aunt…

I had barely known anything about her before, but now I felt closer to her than anyone else could hope to be. Doll was Kris’ most sentimental gift to me, and now after knowing both her and its story, I promised to always take care of the plush and even to attempt sewing its tears as I was sure that was all she had wanted.

As I picked Doll up from the shelf, I heard a small ring sound echo throughout my room: the noise I was now familiar with as being a noise that noted interaction with objects from the game. As the noise’s echo faded from my ears the lower third of my vision became obscured by a pure white, and in it I saw an all too familiar image: a textbox which read, 

[grimgrinninggoth]

I LOVE DOING THESE SORTS OF THINGS OH MY GOLLY :3

Here r my answers :>

•Vincent Vaude was my first LDD but I did get Lamenta in the same week as him. I got them about a year and a half ago.

•I found out about them from scrolling on eBay. I was trying to collect BeGoth dolls at the time but I came accross a living dead doll and thought that they were so much cuter as well as cheaper.

•I have two favorites because i genuinely can’t choose. Ernest Lee rotten is my favorite boy and Morgana is my favorite girl. I display them together on my special spider shelf.

• My dream doll was Morgana for a long time, but now that I have her it’s probably Gregory from series 14. He was released around when I was born and we have the same name.

• the lost. She was sealed in box and was like 120 I’m p sure.

• Larmés de Sang. She was 10 dollars and in rlly great condition

•probably Angus Littlrot. He’s so cute. I actually got him because I ship him with another doll that I have, but he’s very adorable on his own.

•I hate Tina pink actually. Her design is so plain and I just don’t like it at all. Something just looks really off about her face too. And mine’s hair falls out every time I move her, so I prefer to not touch her.

• I do own quite a few rare ones. Morgana, the lost, and greed have rlly shot up in price. They were my most expensive dolls.

•ooooohhhhhh I actually have quite a few ships for the LDDs. A few of them are

Hook x Unwilling donor

Morgana x Ernest Lee Rotten

Sadie x Sin

Gluttony x Lust

The Lost x Angus Littlrot

Rose x Violet

Evangeline x Vincent Vaude

And prob a lot more these r just the ones I remember lols

• I personally display them out of box because if I’m gonna have them, then I need to pick them up and play with them.

• honest, I don’t really care about wether or not the doll comes with the box. However, if they don’t have all of their accessories then it’s a dealbreaker.

• all of my dolls are in really good condition. I usually only buy them if they’re in decent shape.

•I currently own 10. 7 girls, 3 boys.

• I think the ‘presents’ dolls are really hit or miss for me. I just really think that they need to start making the series again, and not just putting out these.

• I have quite a few that id wanna see.

Phantom/Erik and Christine Daee

Candyman

Dr. Franknfurter

A set of hitchhiking ghosts

Jekyll and Hyde

Emily and Victor

• I think they look kind of weird. I’m not really a fan of the big heads and glass eyes. Also might be a bit of a hot take but they’re lowkey overpriced too.

• I’d really like to see Morgana and Greed get resurrections. I think they should start making those again.

• I don’t like Dee K. I think that she looks like this emoji 🤓☝️. I don’t like that ugly little scarecrow whose name i forgot either.

•No. But I really want to. Every time I go to the thrift I have my eyes peeled for them.

•Angus, Wolfgang, Evangeline, Ernest, and Vincent are my underrated babies who I love so much. I think that they deserve more attention, cus I barely see people talk about them. I also think maggot is really really overrated. Like she’s cute I guess, but no damn way I’m paying 300 dollars for her.

•I’m excellent at remembering names. Especially of the ones that I have.

•yes! I do make lore for them. When I do I usually try to expand their already existing lore, and connect it with other dolls.

• yes, I do take pics of them.

•my sister really likes them, and so do most of my friends. My mom says that they’re ’creepily adorable’. I do have a friend that is scared if them though.

•I brought Angus and The Lost on vacation with me once and I took them out in the airport.

•about a year and a half

•they are the main dolls i collect. I do have a few funko pops and a monster high. I collect mostly living dead dolls and haunted mansion memorabilia.

•just a few days ago. Morgana is the most recent edition to my collection.

•no not really. I just get the ones I like.

• if I had the power to change anything about LDDs, it’d have to be the existence of the doll Dahlia. She’s based off the infamous Black Dahlia case, I I think that it’s just really fucked up and not ok how an actual real life human who was murdered got turned into a Knick Knack.

•yes I am alternative, goth to be specific

I’m bored so here’s a list of questions for Living Dead Dolls collectors bc there’s not too much LDD content on here 🥲 (you don’t have to answer all of these!! Just answer whatever you want!)

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•First Living Dead Doll?

•How did you first learn of LDDS?

•Favorite LDD you own?

•Your dream LDD?

•Which LDD did you pay the most for?

•Which LDD did you pay the least for?

•Is there a doll you ended up liking a lot more than you initially thought you would?

•Is there a LDD you regret getting?

•Do you own a rare LDD or one that has shot up in price?

•Do you pair up any dolls in your mind? (Shipping or otherwise)

•Do you display them in box or out of box?

•If you buy them second hand do they have to come with the box, death certificate, and accessories? Or are you fine with just the doll?

•Own any in bad condition? Have any that came second hand that you had to fix up?

•How many LDDs do you own?

•Opinion on the ‘Presents’ dolls?

•Do you have any characters you’d like to see as a LDD one day?

•Opinion on the new LDDS that can bend their arms and legs?

•Which doll(s) would you like to see get a resurrection?

•Least favorite LDD you’ve seen?

•Have you seen LDDs for sale irl?

•Is there a doll that is generally unpopular that you love? Is there a popular doll you don’t get the hype for?

•Are you good at remembering their names without looking at the chipboards/etc?

•Do you make up lore for them? Or do you not think of that kinda stuff/are fine with their poems being their only ‘lore’?

•Do you take pictures of them?

•What do the people around you irl think of them?

•Have you ever taken one or more with you in public?

•How long have you been in the fandom?

•What other dolls do you collect along with them?

•When did you last buy a LDD?

•Do you notice any common themes in the LDDS you collect? (For example maybe you collect mostly the boy dolls or ones that are more on the goth side)

•Is there anything you’d change about LDDS if you could? Is there anything you wish the people behind LDDS would do differently?

•Do you urself dress alternatively? (Asking this because LDDs tend to attract the goth crowd 🦇)

[andypantsx3]

say the word and you know i’ll follow

pairing: Todoroki Shouto / Reader

status: complete

length: 3,262 words

summary: While moving in with Shouto, you get caught up reliving the scene of his confession. Quite literally.

(A smutty oneshot sequel to my fic if i could keep cool.)

tags: romance, reader-insert, fluff, smut

warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut, cunnilingus, light bondage

notes: Also cross-posted on my AO3! The manga really has me all in my Todo feels rn but I don't wanna write a whole other fic before I finish the Hawks one, so please have this fluffy smutty one shot as a compromise. It likely won’t make sense unless you’ve read if i could keep cool first, so please check it out if you have the time!

It was sweltering when you stepped outside to make your way to Shouto’s apartment.

A thin film of sweat immediately began to build wherever your skin pressed against the box you carried, and the sun beat down furiously on the crown of your head. You instantly started to second guess your choice to take the train, wondering how dumb of a move it had been to decline an alternative means of transit. It was going to be like being packed into a sardine can and roasted over a hot stove.

Shouto had offered to send an agency car, but there were only so many more times you were going to make the trip from your crumbling student apartment to his place, and you had wanted to make the most of it. You didn’t even really need to bring boxes over just yet--as Shouto had hired a moving company to take care of everything next week--but you didn’t want to lose anything that was inside this one. This one held all your most treasured items--keepsakes from your friends, a pressed white tulip, and all the gifts Shouto had ever given you (minus, of course, the vegetables).

Steeling yourself for an uncomfortable twenty minutes, you set off towards the station, weaving through the tired crowds of people who looked just as sun-weary as you. Thankfully, with a hat over your face and a box you could shift to obscure your features, very few people seemed to recognize you as you did so.

A lot of the media attention surrounding your mishap a year ago had died down, and you had been good about keeping your relationship mostly private, so you weren’t exactly a household name to most people. But there were enough twitter-savvy teens and meme-literate college students that you were sometimes recognized as you went about your daily life.

This time, you were only eyed curiously by one pair of teenage girls as they bundled into the train car across from you, but they didn’t say anything to you, didn’t ask you to reenact the most embarrassing five seconds of your entire life into their phones, as many often did. The box hid you from the rest of the train car, and no one else seemed to take interest in your presence.

After exiting the train at downtown, you made it to Shouto’s building in record time, all but rocket-fueled by your desire to get out of the hot sun. The security team in the lobby of his building gave you friendly nods as you passed, one of them graciously pressing the button for the elevator so you didn’t have to fumble around your box.

You thanked her, making your way into the elevator and elbowing the button for Shouto’s floor. The elevator was even cooler than the lobby, and you shivered in delight as the frigid chill of air conditioning washed over you. God, this building was so fucking nice compared to yours. You were going to be spoiled as fuck once you lived here.

You made it to Shouto’s floor without incident, though digging in your bag for your keys was impossible at the moment, so you knocked on his door as firmly as you could manage with the box still balanced in your arms.

There were a few seconds of silence. Then, the door swung open and Shouto stood there, grinning at you.

His hair still looked a little damp from a recent shower, and he was wearing a dark button up over a soft tee shirt and a pair of dark jeans. He looked unbearably good, as boyishly handsome as ever, and your heart gave an embarrassing little stutter, like it always did whenever you saw him. You suspected it was always going to be like that, no matter how long the two of you had been dating.

Shouto’s eyebrows went up as he considered the box in your arms. That heterochromatic gaze picked over you curiously, expression going carefully blank, like it typically did when he was up to some mischief. And then, after a long moment, he spoke.

“You’re not wearing the scarf,” he said, sounding upset.

You stared up at him, feeling your brow wrinkle. The scarf? It was fucking summer, and the scarf was neatly tucked away in the box you were holding. It was literally boiling hot just outside the well-air conditioned hallways of his building. Why on earth did he think you would be wearing--

You inhaled a little sharply when the answer hit you.

The scarf.

The scarf was the first thing he had mentioned the day he had finally confessed to you. Well, after you had confessed first, really, on national television earlier that week, that you were thirsty as hell for him and were also really bad at picking up subtle clues. Or overt clues. Or any clues, honestly.

But now you were standing in his hallway with a box again, and he was clearly remembering what had happened the last time you had done so.

You wracked your brain for what you had said to him in reply that day, trying to hone in on the words past the sudden swell of embarrassment.

“Uh, it’s in here,” you finally replied, gesturing to the box.

That grey and blue gaze dropped to the parcel in your arms, then flickered up to your face. You pushed the box at him, the way you had the day he’d confessed, feeling just as squirmish as you had then.

What else had you said to him? Something very watery and over dramatic, likely. Something like...

“It’s all, um, there--if you wanted to check,” you said. “Except for the vegetables obviously. But I can pay you back, if you give me a couple months.”

Shouto was clearly suppressing a smirk as he feigned curiosity. “Pay me….what?”

You suppressed your own absurd laugh, wondering how far down mortifying memory lane he wanted to go.

“I also wrote down a recommendation for a new cleaning lady, if you want,” you said, patting the top of the box. “It’s in there. Her name’s Mika, she’s super nice. And I can message you or your manager when I have the money. Just let me know which one you’d prefer. Or I can have Mika drop it off.”

Shouto gripped the box, then, long, elegant fingers pulling back the flaps for him to peer inside. He looked absolutely delighted to find the scarf actually within. In one fluid movement, he pulled the scarf out, depositing the box behind him, and turned back to grab your sleeve, pulling you quickly into the apartment with him.

“Okay, what are you doing with the scarf this time?” you laughed, breaking character.

One white eyebrow went up as Shouto gripped your wrist firmly, eyeing you closely as he pulled off your baseball cap.

“Mm,” he hummed absently in his deep tone. “Something I should have done the first time.” He caught your other wrist, pressing it into the sinfully soft fabric of your favorite accessory.

You looked at him, bewildered, feeling your mouth twist into a slight frown. You rather liked the way things had gone the first time around, considering that you had ended up with a boyfriend at the end of it all. What was his bone to pick with the first time around?

“Uh, if I’m recalling correctly, the first time went great,” you said to him. “Like, really really great. Christening your countertops several different times great.”

There was a flash of white teeth as Shouto grinned.

“Ah, but I missed an opportunity,” he said. A soft sensation slid over your other wrist, and you looked down in confusion.

Then it hit you what he was up to, and your face instantly went up in flames.

A firm tug had your wrists knotted together, and Shouto smirked down at you, tugging you closer by the silky fabric of your scarf. Your stomach swooped at the intent look in his eye.

“I had been upset you weren’t wearing the scarf,” he said. “But there was an easy way to fix that.”

You swallowed heavily, your tongue feeling strangely thick. Your brain was suddenly, but predictably, very very empty.

“Y-yeah. But technically you, um. You did fix it,” you babbled helplessly, limbs growing shivery with static as Shouto pressed closer. He was so warm, and he was so stupidly handsome.

“I’ve, uh, worn it a lot since,” you managed.

Shouto considered you quietly, a familiar, wry little smile pressing at the corner of his mouth.

Before you’d started dating, you’d been confused as hell by that expression, suspecting it meant he was bewildered by your very existence but was too polite to say so. After just over a year together, however, you had learned that was just what his face did when he thought you were being unreasonably appealing. Which, mystifyingly, was mostly when the working part of your brain disconnected from your mouth.

You scrounged around for other coherent words, thoughts thick and sluggish, like you were thinking through pudding.

Shouto, however, was merciful, putting an end to your suffering by leaning down and taking your mouth with his.

All the coherent thought you’d managed to dredge up melted away like frost under the morning sun. You pressed yourself closer to him, leaning up to give him better access to your mouth. Shouto kissed you as stupid as he always did before a hot hand came up to cup your face, thumb sliding over your cheek affectionately.

“It seems I’ve got you in the scarf as I had wanted,” Shouto said quietly, once he let you up for air. “But now I find that the scarf is all I want you in.”

You opened your mouth to respond, though what you might have said was as much a mystery to you as anyone. But all that managed to come out was a choked, breathy little noise.

Shouto laughed.

Then there were large hands on your waist, and the next thing you knew, you were staring down at the wood paneling of Shouto’s floor as it moved underneath you. Shouto adjusted you over his shoulder briefly, and then he was charting a brisk course to his bedroom, depositing you like an errant pillow back onto his sheets.

Your cheeks burned as he crawled over you, gaze hot and searching.

“Are you alright, love?” he asked.

You nodded vehemently, eyes pulled to the little flat sliver of his abs where his shirt had ridden up.

“Good, yeah, I’m so good,” you managed to garble out. You were going to be so embarrassed about this later, but as usual when it came to him, you really couldn’t help it. If you’d learned anything in the year you’d been together, it was that you would always have the world’s fattest crush on Shouto Todoroki.

Strong fingers came up to grasp your chin, tipping your face up for another searing kiss. You managed to loop your bound arms over the back of Shouto’s neck, tangling your fingers in his soft hair and pulling him down to you more firmly.

Shouto flattened himself against you, so that you could feel every strong plane of his body, every hard muscle. You shuddered, and you could feel Shouto smirk against your mouth.

“Like that, do you?” he asked, hands pulling at your shirt. You wiggled so that he could pull it out from under you, sliding it up to rest just below the scarf. In the next second he’d also gotten you out of your pants, so that you were mostly bare to him in the cool apartment air.

Shouto looked you over for a moment, looking like he still couldn’t believe you existed. “Having you over the countertops was something that I wouldn’t change. Something that I won’t change, once you move in.”

Your face went hot and you squirmed underneath him.

“However,” he said softly, “I believe I would have liked to have been more deliberate with you. Taken my time with you,” he paused. “Perhaps...I might have made you come once for every photo of me on your twitter.”

The tips of your ears went hot. Jesus Christ, he couldn’t be serious.

You had deleted that twitter over a year ago, and though he’d apparently been allowed access to the contents by his manager (rude) there was absolutely no way he could remember how many pictures of him you’d retweeted. You’d been the one doing the retweeting, and even you didn’t remember, though you thought the number was probably embarrassingly high.

“There was like, one,” you squeaked out.

Shouto’s smile went dark and he leaned over you, his perfect, infuriating mouth so close he might have kissed you again.

“Thirteen,” he said, mouth brushing yours as he spoke. “There were thirteen photos of me on your twitter. All while you tried so hard to act like you didn’t want me, that you wanted to be just friends.”

“Hey, you said you wanted to be my friend,” you protested. You jerked when his hand slid up your side to cup a breast, thumb slipping under the band of your bra.

“You weren’t accepting my gifts,” he said, fingers grazing your nipple. You bit down on an embarrassing noise, letting out a sharp breath. “How else was I to make you take them?”

You opened your mouth to respond but Shouto made another pass over your nipple, and a moan escaped you instead.

“That’s right, love,” he said encouragingly. “Now I’m going to make you give me something in return. Thirteen somethings, in fact.”

He peeled down the cup of your bra, fastening his hot mouth over your breast. You whined, twitching when he flattened his tongue, dragging it slowly over the point of your nipple. A strong arm came up to press your hands down over your head.

“Shouto, thirteen is insane,” you panted.

He paid you no mind, instead swirling his tongue in a way that made your vision blur.

A tugging at your wrists made you look up, in time to see Shouto one-handedly looping the long end of the scarf through the slats on his headboard and pulling tight. Your whole body clenched up at the implication.

The slide of fabric over your breasts told you that Shouto had also managed to get your bra up, and hot mouth closed over your other nipple, long fingers carefully plucking at the other. “We have all weekend, love. Thirteen is ambitious but quite possible.”

You made a weak noise of acknowledgement, hips shifting forward against his stomach.

Shouto laughed, hot breath ghosting over your breast, and then he was crawling down your torso, hands grasping your underwear. He pulled it down slowly, torturously, until he managed to get it off you, then pulled your knee over his shoulder.

You whimpered, feeling like you might actually pass out from how hot he looked, one thigh thrown carelessly over his shoulder, gaze intent, staring down at you like a starving man looking at a hot meal.

You squirmed, trying to pull your arms down to get your hands on him, but the scarf held fast, pulling more firmly over your wrists.

“Shouto, please,” you said, though whether you were begging for him to touch you or to let you go, even you didn’t know.

Shouto seemed to take it as permission. Those two-toned eyes passed over you hotly, and then he was leaning down, biting down gently on the inside of your thigh. You jerked violently, but he held you in place, mouth trailing slowly, slowly down to where you wanted him.

You thought you might actually black out before he got where he was going.

“I can’t believe I ever told you you were unwelcome in my apartment,” he murmured, sucking a slow bruise into the skin at the crease of your thigh. “Once you move in, I’m never going to let you leave it.”

“Oh my god,” you said.

Shouto’s tongue flicked out, catching the edge of your sex, and you tried not to choke on air.

Then, finally, he moved, fastening his mouth over you, exactly where you wanted him. All reason completely left you.

After that, everything was an unbearable flurry of feeling--a soft tongue swirling over you, the tickle of his bangs on your stomach, the press of broad shoulders between your knees. There was the rasp of his sheets between your shoulder blades, the slow, deliberate press of two fingers inside of you, a firm grip on your thigh, fingers digging in tightly.

You could feel every point of connection with him, every minute movement of his mouth over you, and the sensation built up into something so horribly, terribly good. You were unable to do anything but writhe and pant underneath him, babbling something that sounded like it might be an approximation of his name.

Shouto hummed and sucked softly, those long fingers curling inside you. He finally hit a spot that made you see stars, and you practically lifted off the bed, back bowing. Shouto licked you through it, tongue curling expertly around your clit while you sobbed out his name, only slowing when your body went slack, collapsing back into his sheets.

When you could see straight once more, you realized he was staring up at you, that wry smile curling the corner of his mouth again.

You fought down a blush, feeling an embarrassed grin pull at the corner of your own mouth.

“You’re unreal,” you said. “I can’t believe I’m going to get to have you all the time.”

Shouto pressed a short kiss to the skin of your hip. “You already have me all the time.”

You flapped a hand in its bindings. “You know what I mean. I can’t believe we’re going to live together.”

His fingers slid gently over the back of your thigh. “I’d have had you in here sooner, if you hadn’t insisted on graduating first.”

You laughed. He was always so very straightforward about whatever he wanted.

He had been making very unsubtle noises about living together only a few months into your relationship, but you’d insisted that you wait at least a year. He’d grown up with more conservative mores, having been raised a rich boy, and taking things quickly once he knew he was serious about you seemed to be the style of things. But you, despite your frankly unreasonable thirst for your own boyfriend, knew the value of taking things just a little bit slower.

So you’d waited a year, just to be prudent, though you’d known all along how things would end up.

And now he finally had his way.

“I’m all yours now,” you promised, laughing. “Soon you’ll be sick of me hogging the bed, and leaving books everywhere, and getting so blackout at the farmer’s market that we don’t have room for all the vegetables.”

“Ah, you’re using me for vegetable access,” he accused, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the smile he was attempting to smother into your thigh.

“A girl’s gotta have her priorities,” you grinned.

Something lit up in Shouto’s gaze again, and he shifted up against your thigh to lean over you more fully. His fingers gripped the back of your knee tightly.

“I'll make you pay for that,” he promised darkly. “Twelve more times.”

You shivered as he took your mouth again, fingers sliding back between your thighs with obvious intent.

And then you really did. You paid for it.

Twelve more times.

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

Today I hit the mother load of treasures going through stuff in that leaking storeroom.  First off, let me be clear that “treasures” has nothing to do with financial worth. Six months ago a neighbor, hearing of my financial woes, said that they were sure there were a lot of valuable things to sell in that house. Ignoring the fact that NONE of it belongs to me (it is Mom’s house), it proved they have never been in our house. Old stuff isn’t antiques roadshow condition, but battered and used, treated with no respect at all. And most of that stuff? Books. Silver fish and roach nibbled, well read and crumbling old books. My family has never been a jewels, art, and collectibles kind of people!

So my idea of treasures? Today’s haul of large cardboard boxes…

Box 1: Papers, booklets, catalogs, etc from when Pop and grandaddy were starting their fiberglassing business.

Box 2: A telescope and a collection of lenses and accessories.

Box 3: There were three sizable wooden boxes inside. The first was an oil painting set. The second was rocks, minerals, and the materials for Pop’s study of them. The third was a remarkable collection of things Pop had gathered as a child. An old pocket watch, a cub scout pin, a baseball, a pen from Quincy (Mass. where he was born actually), string tied and braided, a red dog keyring, a badge from the Boston Fire Department, one handcuff, little thumb sized bowls he’d made out of clay, a marble, a pocket knife, a pencil from Arizona, rocks, a wooden spoon, a small bottle of nails…

Box 4: Mom’s stuff from when she was a teen. I didn’t expect any of this to exist, so I was too overwhelmed to inventory it properly. It’s a bunch of mementos, papers, photographs, letters, and all the sorts of sentimental stuff she rarely kept later. A sketch and note from my father got to me. Most incredibly, there are two full diaries!!! I barely glanced at them yet, but I am absolutely going to read them. I did read the last page of one, and mentioned it specifically to Mom with her seeming okay with that, so I expect it’s alright. That last page told me it’s going to be emotional, and fascinating.  Non-boxed bonus: A paper fell out of a book I was stacking, and it turned out to be a story my little brother wrote for me about a magical Easter basket. He was just learning to write, so it was maybe five sentences long. The “To: Stephanie From: Stephen” made me tear up. He really did love me until 2nd grade. 

You see, to me treasures mean things that represent a chunk of someone’s life, fragments of insight into the mindsb of others. It’s funny. Some people find dark secrets going through their family’s stuff, but all I seem to find is how wonderful they were and how much love there was.

 My parents seemed to love each other as much in their 70s as as teenagers. My father’s parents loved each other. My brother loved me. My parents, grandparents, great grandmothers, aunts, uncles, and  cousins, all loved my brother and I. Pretty much the only case of someone outside this web of love is my mother’s father…but then I knew that. But the rest of us were wrapped in a cloud of love.

I miss that. I miss being loved.  It’s a weird, sweet, melancholy evoked going through these belongings.   As a little girl I saw on tv an adaptation of short story where folks in a post apocalyptic wasteland would gather to listen to records on a hand-crank player while remembering life before the fall. It impacted me deeply, making me a fan to this day of old fashioned tech you can use after the end of the world**, but I think I get it even more now. I feel like looking at my family’s things is looking back to before my world ended. 

**The lp has the incredible advantage of just needing to something to spin it at a certain speed, a needle, and a speaker. Considering you can even get sound with a needle jabbed through a paper cup as a speaker, you can still dance away to to music after the zombie apocalypse. 

[linhlotus]

I Know Places: Chapter 2

Art for this chapter was done boy @emdoddles. Thank you so much! You're amazing!

According to Chloe’s phone, they had been walking for close to forty minutes when they reached the right grate. The stench was almost unbearable. Like a toilet that had been clogged and left to stew in the middle of a hot summer.

The tall blonde climbed up first to see if the coast was clear. They waited for a few minutes until she climbed back down with a colorful hat and pair of sunglasses for each of them.

“Put these on.”

Marinette looked at the accessories. They weren’t exactly fashionable, in fact, they clashed horribly with her shirt, but wearing them was much more appealing than staying buried in their current hellish environment.

They put on the disguises and made their way up to the surface.

“Follow me,” Chloe whispered, "and try not to act suspicious,”

She led them through the streets and alleys to the Grand Paris Hotel. “Watch this,” Chloe gloated as she knelt next to an air conditioning unit.

Wondering what Chloe thought was so impressive, they leaned in, watching her as she pressed the metal nameplate.

The air conditioning unit moved downward, a set of stairs appearing out of seemingly nowhere, descending into a dark abyss below.

“I thought that was just something you saw in movies!” Adrien breathed, gaping as he stared at the place where stairs had seemingly descended from nowhere not a moment earlier.

“Cool, huh?” Chloe laughed, “Come on, you can hide down here.”

She walked down the first few steps, before reaching to the side and flicking a switch.

Why is she acting with such nonchalance? She's behaving as if this were an everyday experience.

“Well, are you coming or not?” The blonde demanded as the dim lights flickered to life.

“Uh. . . Yeah,” Adrien said, hesitantly lowering his foot to the first step.

“This isn’t a trick, if that’s what you’re worried about. Do you think I would go through all this trouble just to betray you?” Chloe asked, disbelief lacing her tone, “And you’re Ladybug and Chat Noir. Why would I want to trick you? You’re Paris’s only hope of defeating Hawkmoth.”

“We don’t have anything to lose,” Marinette pointed out, glancing over at her partner.

“Well, if we don’t make it or get separated,” he spoke, staring into her eyes, “just know that I love you.”

Adrien took another step down.

Marinette froze.

Did he just . . . say he loves me? Adrien? My best friend whom I had a crush on for years and also happens to be my partner for whom I had no romantic feelings at all just said he loves me.

She’d never thought something like this would happen.

She stared at him for a moment before shaking her head and trotting down the stairs, passing him to catch up with Chloe. She could think about this later. Right now, they had to get away from the crowd.

“So . . . what do we do now, Queenie?”

“We lay low for a while. Then, when it’s safe, we contact Alya and anyone else you’re absolutely sure is trustworthy.” Chloe said while they waited for Adrien.

“Great! But, can’t we just call Alya?”

“No, what if someone else is there and they aren’t trustworthy?”

Adrien spoke up, “What about the miracle box? Won’t we need all the help we can get to defeat Hawkmoth?”

“Yes!” Marinette said. “We can use the horse miraculous to get the box and contact Alya and Nino!”

“One problem with that plan, Princess. We don’t have the horse miraculous.”

“Yes we do,” Marinette grinned mischievously. “I started carrying it around after the incident with Startrain. Remember? When Max’s mom was worried about getting her confirmation email?”

“Yeah, I remember.”

“Well,” she continued. “You never know when someone will get akumatized. So I convinced Master Fu to let me take it with me just in case anything happened.”

They had reached the bottom of the stairs and saw a spacious basement that looked like an entire house without any dividing walls. There was a kitchen area and a living space and multiple beds were set up in a corner, each piled with extra pillows and blankets.

It wasn’t as decorated as the rest of the hotel but it looked safe. And it would be comfortable.

“Wow, Chloe. What’s this for?�� Marinette asked.

“It’s a bunker for us to retreat to if there’s an especially bad Akuma,” Chloe replied. “It was a storage area before we had it remodeled a couple years ago.”

“Cool. Is this where we’re staying?” Adrien asked.

“Yes. I’ll visit you when I can. Don’t leave without telling me first!”

“Yes, my queen.”

Marinette bowed.

Chloe wrinkled her nose, “Don’t mock me! I know I was mean, you don’t have to rub it in!” She yelled as a tear squeezed out of her eye and she looked down. Her voice softened. “I’ve changed since . . . well, you know what I’m talking about. You were there. Anyway,” she shook her head, “now I understand that I’m not always entitled to everything I want.”

“Oh, Chloe. I know you’ve changed. Even just bringing us here shows that. I didn’t mean to upset you, I was just trying to lighten the mood.” She hugged Chloe. “Will you forgive me? Maybe we can start over as friends?”

“Of course, Marinette. There’s nothing I’d love more,” she smiled. “Now.” She pulled away and composed herself, erasing all emotion from her face. “What do your kwamis like to eat?”

“Camembert,” Plagg said from Adrien’s jacket.

“Tikki likes cookies,” said Marinette, “but anything sweet will do.”

“Perfect. I’ll be right back with your cookies and camembert. Do you two want anything?”

“Yes, please,” Marinette collapsed on the nearest couch, joined shortly by Adrien.

“Any preferences?”

“No, anything is fine,” Adrien replied.

“Okay.”

She disappeared up another set of stairs and left them alone.

Marinette laid her head on Adrien’s shoulder and whispered, “Thanks for being here for me, Kitty.”

“Anytime, Princess.”

That was the last thing Marinette heard before she slipped into oblivion.

Chapter 1, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Epilogue

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December 5th is Makoto Kino/Sailor Jupiter’s birthday!

So how can you celebrate?

♃ Rewatch or reread your favourite Jupiter-centric chapter, episode, or musical! Start with episode 025, her introduction and the first instance of her famous “senpai crush”; then move to episode 039, where she crushes... again, this time on a handsome figure skater; episode 049, where her close friend Shinozaki is put in critical condition by a Cardian and she goes looking for revenge; episode 055, where she expresses her love for alien-turned-senpai Seijuro by way of homemade lunch box; episode 096, where Makoto gets a crush on Haruka and learns to explore her own presentation; episode 105, where she loses to a Daimon in a contest of strength and starts to second-guess her abilities; episode 134, where she visits a friend from her old school whom she encouraged to pursue writing; or episode 147, where Makoto waits for her “prince charming” Tiger’s Eye at a dance and launches a thousand MakoAmi shippers yes I see you there.

♃ Sailor Jupiter has several official image songs across different canons you can play for her big day:

90s anime: Anata no Sei Janai [“It’s Not Your Fault”]; STARLIGHT ni KISS Shite [“Kiss Me In the Starlight”]; Wasureru Tame ni Koi wo Shinaide ["Don’t Fall In Love to Forget”]; WE BELIEVE YOU Live Action: MIRACLE DANCE NIGHT; LOVELY YELL Crystal: cherry pie Musicals: Zigzag Slash She was also given a totally new image song in Dic’s original English dub that took the place of “Anata no Sei Janai” in episode 49, Rainy Day Man.

Here’s a playlist of all these songs and other Sailor Jupiter BGM cues!

♃ Whip up Makoto’s favourite foods, meatloaf and cherry pie. Unlike some other fellow Sailor Guardians she’s not a picky eater and has no least-favourite food, so why not challenge yourself to try something new or revisit an ingredient you thought you hated? You never know, you might grow to love it!

♃ Makoto’s very self-reliant, and her hobbies reflect her practical nature, particularly as she had to look after herself from a young age after the deaths of both her parents in a plane crash. She’s also intentionally pursued hobbies considered traditionally “feminine” out of concern that her outward appearance and mannerisms don’t convey who she is inside.

Her most oft-portrayed hobby is cooking, which is both something that brings her personal satisfaction and a way for her to express her love for the people closest to her - she shares her lunch with strangers, serves her friends fruit sandwiches & tea when they meet at her apartment, and daydreams about giving a personalised boxed lunch (bento) to her sweetheart. She’s also a natural teacher, showing the gang how to make curry (which becomes the one dish Usagi can make) and cookies, and showing Motoki how to make hayashi rice (“hashed beef”). Why not host a little dinner party or pot luck for your friends, teach yourself a new recipe (or teach someone else a favourite recipe of your own), or simply celebrate food by patronising a small cafe/bakery like Makoto dreams of owning someday?

She’s also a demonstably skilled sewist, making anything from stuffed toys (apparently, her specialty is teddy bears), to knitting, to bespoke patterns for her class’s maid cafe stall at their high school festival. If you’re a beginner, why not start with some simple DIYs or by altering clothing you already own/thrift, and if you’re experienced, now is a good time to revisit that project you have lying half-finished in the back of your crafts cupboard you keep saying you’ll finish someday when you unpick that one bit I SEE you there.

Makoto loves flowers and has quite a green thumb, perhaps influenced by the Japanese element she draws her powers from - wood. She tends to the strawberry patch at their high school with great success, and though she is often associated with roses, her favourite flower is actually the sasanqua (a type of camellia). She loves flowers so much that she dreams of being a florist someday, a dream she actually achieves in the live action! Pick up a new plant from a local nursery, fill your house with flowers from an independent florist, or start your own produce garden in your back yard, flower pots, or a small indoor terrarium/windowsill. If you don’t have the means to tend to a garden of your own, why not look into seed bombing with plants native to your specific area to combat invasive plant species. Or simply visit your favourite nursery, arboreum, or public garden to surround yourself with nature!

For sports, Makoto is proficient in martial arts, specifically karate (in the original anime) and judo (in the manga and Crystal). She’s also shown to be naturally gifted at ice skating thanks to her past life as Princess Jupiter, since it was a popular sport in the Moon Kingdom, pulling off even very difficult moves like lifting her partner over her head. Check out some local martial arts classes in your area or take some friends to the ice rink! She also enjoyed, and was quite good at, ballroom dancing, so take your partner or a small blue gal pal to some dance lessons - just not ballet, which she can’t quite finesse.

♃ Dress like Makoto for the day! Particularly in the first season, Makoto stuck mostly to “tomboyish” fashions, again reflecting her practicality and sporty side, rarely daring to wear skirts or dresses. However, as the series went on we learned that she in fact admired traditionally “feminine” clothes but feared they wouldn’t suit her. With encouragement from her friends like Usagi and role-models like Haruka, later seasons saw her branch out into a secondary style, with a more mature, “womanly” edge than the young, girlish styles of her friends - though she still enjoyed her original “boyish” fits. Wardrobe staples include casual jackets/hoodies, cable knit sweaters, slacks, shorts, loafers, and sneakers, and later midi skirts, turtlenecks, and bodycon mini-dresses. She wore a lot of green in varying shades, but also orange, teal, and increasingly pink.

As Sailor Jupiter, her image colours were dark green and “sugar pink”, and she wore green ankle boots accented with bright white laces. Her most iconic accessories were her pink rose earrings which, unique amongst the Sailor Guardians, she wore both transformed and not, even throwing them once as a makeshift weapon. Her nails were painted apple/avocado green from her second transformation onwards. Her hair, which to the disbelief of her teachers was naturally curly, was usually worn in a high ponytail with a bobble hairtie (plain teal in the 90s anime, green with petal-like accents in the manga/Crystal/PGSM) and two locks falling over her ears, though she did sometimes swap the hairtie for a ribbon or scrunchie.

Makoto didn’t seem to wear much makeup but did wear cologne/perfume, almost certainly rosen/floral; in fact, it’s one of the first things Usagi notices about her when they meet. If you don’t already have your own signature scent, browse for some local indie perfumers to find something that speaks to you - or look up how to make your own!

♃ Makoto wears a belt of potpourri around her waist in the manga and live action, so you could try mixing a blend of your own dried flower petals and displaying it in a bowl or tucking it in sachets amongst your clothes. In addition to the obvious rose petals, consider including oak leaves or pine needles for an earthy, woodsy note.

♃ Fall in love with someone you met 3 minutes ago!

♃ Crack some skulls!

♃ Clean up your living space! It’s good for the body and the mind.

♃ Fav and read some Sailor Jupiter fanart and fanfic on sites like Pixiv, Twitter, and AO3 - or contribute your own new content! Don’t forget to tag!

Feel free to reply and reblog with your own ideas of how you’re going to celebrate Makoto’s day!

Happy Birthday, Mako!

[demifiendrsa]

NEO: The World Ends with You details details Susukichi, Tsugumi, Fuya, Kanon, Motoi, Threads system, shops, more

■ The Reapers’ Game

The Reapers’ Game unfolds in the UG (Underground), a different dimension which bears a striking resemblance to the real world. The Players of the Game form teams and aim to complete missions set out by the Game Master, Shiba. The nature of these missions ranges from solving puzzles to defeating enemies known as Noise, and teams may even find themselves fighting their peers for control of the ‘Buya in citywide turf wars!

The Game lasts for seven days. It is said that the team who racks up the most points over the course of the week will have their wish granted—whatever it may be. The unlucky team who ends up in last, on the other hand, is forced to face erasure.

In the Reapers’ Game, it’s all for one and one for all. Will Rindo and the Wicked Twisters be able to band together and topple the other teams in this struggle for survival?

■ Team Battles

Turf Wars: Scramble Slams

One kind of mission assigned in the Reapers’ Game is the Scramble Slam, a citywide turf war that has teams vying for control of various areas around town. Erase all the orange Turf Noise or take down the rival team members in an area to claim that location as your own.

In Scramble Slams, the fun lies in not only gaining control of an area, but also in defeating swarms of enemies to earn even more Scramble Points and exchange them for even better rewards. Chain together battles with regular Noise to max out your point-earning potential!

■ Characters: Ruinbringers

Known as the “strongest team,” everything else about them is shrouded in mystery: The Ruinbringers!

Susukichi (voiced by Max Udell [ENG], Natsuki Hanae [JPN])

“You kids must be the newbies! Oooh, fresh outta the box, ain’t ya?”

A Player in the Reapers’ Game, and a member of the Ruinbringers. While his impressive physique gives off an intimidating air, Susukichi is actually a bit of a chatterbox, rambling in his surprisingly high voice. Like the discs in beloved Reversi, he views the world in black and white.

Tsugumi (voiced by Ciara Riley Wilson [ENG], Yuka Ozaki in [JPN])

“I can’t lose… I must fight.”

A Player in the Reapers’ Game. Although she is a member of the Ruinbringers, she barely interacts with others and does not talk to anyone. Contrary to her waify appearance, she possesses powerful psychic abilities and a perfect record against other Players. The stuffed animal she carries resembles the mascot of Gatto Nero, a new brand that’s all the rage in Shibuya—but her plush pal apparently predates the establishment of said brand.

■ Characters: Deep Rivers Society

A group of river enthusiasts whose game-plan is to survive by being cautious and steady-going: the Deep Rivers Society!

Fuya (voiced by Adam Gold [ENG], Yoshiki Nakajima [JPN])

“You can row, row, row all you want…but you won’t go gently down this stream!”

A Player in the Reapers’ Game who got sucked into the action while taking a stroll in search of Shibuya’s most exquisite culverts. Despite being the de facto leader of the Deep Rivers Society, he is quite cowardly and not one to normally take charge. However, his aversion to conflict is the reason he’s managed to avoid dropping out of the game so far, so his “flight-over-fight” approach has served him surprisingly well. He holds a store-bought map of the city in which he’s hand-marked his favorite culverts.

■ Characters: Variabeauties

The super-stylish team with a passion for fashion and a skilled negotiator at the helm: the Variabeauties!

Kanon (voiced by Xanthe Huynh [ENG], Sumire Uesaka [JPN])

“That may work on the other girls, but I’m a little sharper.”

A Player in the Reapers’ Game and the leader of the Variabeauties. Both kind and captivating, Kanon gives “Rindy” and his teammates a crash course in the rules of the Game. Her beauty also belies a cunning side that reveals itself when the situation warrants. What she lacks in impressive psychic powers, she more than makes up for in wisdom, which has helped her survive the Game thus far.

■ Characters: Purehearts

The social media-savvy team taking the game by storm and using their positive thinking as a weapon: the Purehearts!

Motoi (voiced by Nick Thurston [ENG], Wataru Komada [JPN])

“I’m prepared to help out, of course! The more people working together, the better the resultat.”

A Player in the Reapers’ Game and the leader of the Purehearts. His winning smile and poetic platitudes give off good vibes only, even though his superficiality and frequent use of “fancy” words can rub some people the wrong way. Nevertheless, his magnetic personality has proven quite attractive, amassing him a large number of followers.

■ System: Threads

Rindo and his teammates can increase their HP (Health Points), ATK (Attack) and DEF (Defence) by wearing threads. There are five categories of fashion items you can equip: headwear, tops, bottoms, footwear, and accessories.

In addition, threads have abilities that are useful in battle. If the character equipping an item has enough Style, its ability will be activated and its effect unleashed. Spruce up your fashion sense and unlock the true power of the threads!

—There are no restrictions when it comes to equipping threads, so you can make whichever character you like wear any fashion item. However, some abilities will only activate when the corresponding item is equipped by a specific character.

■ Shops

The city of Shibuya is dotted with a wide variety of shops. There are over 40 establishments to visit, with some selling threads and pins, some providing delicious food and drink, and some offering collectibles like CDs and books.

Each shop attendant is unique, and they reveal a little more of their personality with each visit. Stop by a shop often enough and you might even earn yourself some VIP perks!

—Look for SHOP icons to find places where you can shop and eat! You can also enjoy shopping at stores which exist in the real world such as Taiseido and Tower Records.

—Pay with the contactless payment system “ShibuPay.” Sell the pins you gain during battle to top up your balance.

■ Shops and Brands

The style of clothes and accessories in fashion shops changes with each brand. The number of products will increase as you progress through the story and meet various conditions, so be sure to pop into your favorite shops every now and then. A few of the game’s boutiques are featured below.

—There are over 270 types of fashion items. Assemble ensembles around your favorite brands!

Top o’ Topo

Cute and girly clothes that are popular with younger crowds. Has its main store in Harajuku and another branch in Shibuya.

Joli becot

A sexy yet stylish brand for women that also features some cool pieces for men. Sometimes called “JB” for short.

Tigre Punks

Long-standing punk fashion brand beloved throughout Shibuya. Their edgy designs are tough in many ways.

■ Restaurants

Another great thing about Shibuya is its wide selection of restaurants! Choose from a variety of dining options like guilty fast food pleasures, succulent meat dishes, healthy veggie soups, and parfaits packed with cream and fruit. Eating improves your basic stats and is essential for Rindo and his teammates’ growth. If you want to survive the Reapers’ Game, watch what you eat!

—There are over 90 types of food. Savor all the fine dishes Shibuya has to offer!

—Rindo and his teammates’ reactions during food scenes in the restaurants are also a treat. Their moods are different when they eat something they like versus when they eat something they don’t.

■ System: Remind

Fret’s unique psych: Remind!

Fret’s unique psych, Remind, jogs people’s memories and helps them to remember things they have forgotten.

A minigame will start when Remind is activated. Tilt the left and right sticks in the correct positions to reassemble the scattered memory. Put all the pieces in the right place to complete the reminder!

—Use Remind on a Reaper who has forgotten the mission he was supposed to give out.

■ Locations

Rindo and his teammates travel to all corners of the Shibuya area over the course of the Reapers’ Game. Revisit familiar spots from the previous game such as Tipsy Tose Hall, and discover new locations like Shibuya Stream and the iconic Takeshita Street.

■ Pins

Classical Cacophany

A pin that enables the use of “dart bombs,” which shoots arrows that explode after a short time. By shooting a certain number of arrows quickly, a large explosion will occur immediately.

ShoGun: Void

The “entanglement,” which generates a chain in a straight line that damages and restrains the enemies it touches, plays nice with other psychs.

The Great Volancic Escape

Set a timed explosive at your feet with the “Time Bomb” psych. Figure out when to detonate the bomb and follow up with an attack.

NEO: The World Ends with You will launch for PlayStation 4 and Switch on July 27, 2021 worldwide, followed by PC via the Epic Games Store in Summer 2021.

[shadoedseptmbr]

7, 11, 12, and 18 for OC asks?

7. Their 2020s AU quarantine craft of choice?

ooof. Aedan is not *great* at that sort of thing.  If she’s in an apartment and can’t do like...trick shooting?  She has probably learned to parkour on to the top of literally every high place in the apartment.  She’s probably built at least three robots.  She’s got the shiniest shoes on the planet.  She’s made two or three knives.  All of her guns are in excellent condition.  

11. What do they look for first in another person?

A good time?  Nice smile, easy laugh.  Not anything deep. 

12. What do other people often notice first in them?

She’s not as tall as she looks in the vids and she’s cute, all freckles and easy grins. Until she goes to work.  

18. Do they have a favourite accessory / item of clothing? If yes, why that?

She tends to buy soft things, or things that will wear soft when she does buy them.  If she finds a good pair of jeans or whatever, she’ll buy three of the same? She doesn’t get attached to clothes until EDI buys her that hoodie in 3 and even then, it’s only for cabin use until she hits Leviathan.  She *does* steal a few of Kaidan’s tshirts to sleep in, later.  He’s got a brand that comes sandwashed and soft right out of the box.