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captain039 · 6 months ago

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PART 8 WASTELAND HEAT (REDONE)

Cooper Howard(The Ghoul) x reader

Warnings: Violence, blood, gore, AOB dynamics, heat, oral F receiving, smut, swearing, fallout stuff, implied cousin incest, virgin reader, drug usage, needles, plus size reader, sexual assault

What’s a plot xD

You know I literally forgot the radaway thing

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You don’t make it very far before your heat starts kicking in again. You’re about two meters behind the alpha who’s walking too damn calmly and stoic. You curse him over and over in your head thinking how he could’ve just bitten you and this might’ve been easier. After your heart felt moment he went too quiet and put on this hardened face. You huff each breath, hand holding your lower stomach like it might do something. You walk for ages, you think you’ve said a few curses out loud at him but he ignored you. You finally see some form of a building, a small shack huddle off the road in the tree line and you wish you could run to it. Mr hardened stoic alpha man goes in with his gun before deeming it suitable without using his words as he lays down his saddlebags and holsters his gun. You step through the door and that’s as far as you get before you’re pressed against the nearest wall, teeth bared in your direction and piercing eyes trained on you.

“Now I can sympathise you being in heat what I don’t sympathise is you cursing me out and being a brat of an omega the whole goddamn way” it takes your mind a few moments to process what he’s said. So you did say curses out loud.

“I’m not going to fuck you in the middle of the goddamn road” he sneers and you gulp a little realising he is truely pissed. The thought of him claiming you in the middle of the road makes your stomach clench.

“I understand we should’ve stayed at that house however some of the mayors would’ve been coming in a few days and I’m not putting you in danger while you’re like this” his jaw ticks as he grinds his teeth still looking you dead in the eye. Your mouth opens slightly before you shut it, opting for tilting your head to the side instead.

“Jesus Christ” he mutters leaning down and breathing in. It’s strange not him having a nose his inhaling sounds a little funny when he breathes through his nose. You wonder how he smells, if it’s intense or dulled.

“Sorry” you mumble seeing his shoulders relax.

“Go lay down, I’ll get us food and secure the location” he grumbles taking one last breath before pulling away. The shacks relatively small, a small bedroom fitting a double bed that’s surprisingly intact, a small cupboard to the side less intact and broken. There’s a small kitchen filled with dirt and rubbish and a small lounge area with a dirty old couch and coffee table. There’s a small normal table by the window with two chairs and it makes you wonder if a couple lived here. They’d sit by the window with their coffee and watch the woods. It makes you smile at the thought wondering what Cooper would be like in an old shack in the woods cooped up with his omega. You frown at the thought then, he had an omega before all this and a little girl, he was a movie star, had a whole life before the war.

You lay down the blanket you stole from the mayors house, after you smacked the old mattress and got rid of most of the dust. It creaked and made a fuss but hopefully it holds. You go to sit on it, yelping when the supports break and you fall to the floor with the mattress.

“The fuck happened?” Coopers suddenly there and you chuckle a little gesturing to the broken bed. You struggle off it and he grunts glancing to the broken window.

“I’ll move it to the lounge, safer” he grunts and you move out his way.

after camps set up you stay on the bed leaning against the wall pondering. You ate some rad roach meat without throwing up, now, now it was too hot with that makeshift fire going and him just sitting there. It’s hard to ignore when you’re not moving, when there’s nothing but the crackle of flames and the scent of alpha filling your nose. You shift every few minutes trying to ignore the wetness you can feel. It’s already dark out, the fire the only light in the room.

“I’m gonna sleep” you mumble grabbing the blanket and tugging it over you before lying down. You’re not gonna sleep, it was an excuse to make him listen to you. You clench your thighs together shifting slightly as to not raise suspicion. You hear him shuffle, heavy boots on the floor and hold extremely still.

“You’re not sleeping” he says voice low as the bed dips.

“Well not in two minutes I won’t fall asleep” you babble.

“Brat” he grumbles as you feel the blanket torn from you.

“Hey!” You go to snatch it back but see his smirk in the fire light. He’s atop you in seconds body hovering above yours, face inches from yours.

“Shifting every minute to find some relief, clenching your thighs together doesn’t feel as good does it?” His voice is quiet and rough and you shake your head in response and he hums.

“You won’t sleep till I’ve tasted you” he mutters lips pressing to yours. You moan a little too loudly and grip his shoulders trying to tug him closer. It’s the same as before rough and needy, teeth and tongue. You struggle to push your vault suit off your legs, you’d unzipped the top before you left. Cooper smirks against your lips as he helps you kick them off onto the floor nearby still kissing you hungrily. You pushed your underwear off with them as his hand grips your thigh and squeezes before moving to your inner thigh. There’s slick coating your inner thigh and a growl leaves his throat as his fingers trail through your folds.

“You’re soaking” he mutters and all you can do is nod and whimper.

“Bet you’ll taste sweet like honey” he murmurs against your lips before shuffling down your body. You frown in confusion lifting your head as he pushes your thighs apart and forces your legs over his shoulder. His breath is hot against your sex and your head falls back to the pillow as a hot tongue swipes along the inner flesh of your thighs, lapping at the slick there.

“I was right” he growls softly tongue lapping around your inner thighs before his tongue goes through your folds. It makes your body go rigid, back arching slightly.

“Alpha-“ you let out a breath as he does the action again. His tongue laps at your entrance while his lips suck, you squirm and pant hearing him growl when you move too much. His teeth nip at a sensitive spot against your clit and you freeze and gasp.

“Stop squirming” he says and you try to obey as he continues sucking and licking. Your stomach tightens in knots, his tongue rubbing circles against your clit while his hand snakes between your thighs and presses his finger to your entrance. He’s slow pushing it in, there’s no pain like before, he slowly moves it in time with his tongue and you moan as quietly as you can. A second finger joins and you stretch around them, he moves them in and out, stretches them apart, curls his fingers. Your legs are trembling against him as the knot tightens before one last push of his tongue his you snapping. Your back arches, eyes sealed shut and mouth hung open in a broken gasp as he continues. You try to push him away but also bring him closer somehow, you feel little shocks go through you with each movement of his tongue before he lifts his head and removes his fingers. You pant heavily, chest heaving as you see him in the fire light licking his fingers clean. You take a few moments, breath coming out shakily as he leans back down, his hands go under your shirt, spread across your side and stomach. You sit up so he can slip off the tank top and undo your bra before lying then on the floor too. Your minds a little hazy but you need more. You tug him closer when he leans back and he hums softly face going to one of your breasts. His mouth opens around one of your nipples and you suck in a breath as his tongue swirls around the bud. His other hand massages the other gently and you sigh. His teeth scrape over as he lifts off making you hiss before he gives your other breast the same attention. You curse the scratchy pants rubbing against your skin, the dirty shirt and vest he’s got on. You lift your hands up going for the vest buttons but he’s quicker, snatching your wrists and lifting his head up.

“I wanna feel you” you mutter almost sounding like a whine.

“Please” you add softly. It’s hard to see his face in the firelight shadows, you can see his brow taunt in a frown and his jaw tense. He lets your wrists go and you undo the vests buttons one by one before shrugging it off him. He watches you, you can feel his eyes on you like heated lights. You undo his shirt buttons too brushing your hands up his chest. He sits up tugging off the piece of clothing before leaning back down. Your hands rest on his shoulders gently going down his arms. You can feel yourself already slicken up more preparing for him, your mind going into a fog of need. His lips meet yours and the kiss is softer than expected but still determined and hungry. He’s hard against your stomach, gently grinding his hips against you.

“Please” you beg softly feeling him smirk against your mouth as he undoes his pants and kicks them off. He sits on his heels and you wait for what feels like eternity.

“Hands and knees” he orders and you frown but roll over. You hear him hum before a warm body covers yours.

“Good omega” he whispers in your ears and your body shudders. He nudges your knees apart a little more before you feel the tip of him against your entrance. You clench a fist knowing what happened last time, but the pain isn’t there. His hand grips your hip as he slides all the way in and you moan hanging your head. He stays still for a while as you breathe heavily through your nose and mouth before he finally moves. Your eyes slide shut as you hang your head and focus on the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of your walls. He sets a steady pace not too quick but not too slow, it’s agonisingly good. He quickens his pace a little hands bruising into your hips but you don’t care. One hand moves to your neck though gripping gently before you’re tugged up. You gasp at the new position, sitting in his legs as he thrusts up into you shallowly. You feel the coil in your stomach again, feel it rising in your body and lean your head back against his chest. You can feel him swelling as he thrusts into you, gradually pushing it in. His hand moves down your side and to your front, his fingers press against your clit and begin to press slow circles. You moan a little loudly and bite the inside of your cheek.

“Come on omega, let me hear you” he mutters in your ear and you let your mouth hang open again as another moan. You feel so close to the edge nothing but whimpers leaving your mouth.

“Alpha” you breathe out tilting your neck. He growls breath fanning over your neck hips stuttering.

“Please” you beg softly feeling opened lips against your glands. You whimper softly trying to hold off going over the edge.

“Please, Cooper” you add and something in the alpha snaps. His hips harshly thrust up locking his knot in you, his teeth sink into your skin and you cry out as you feel yourself come undone. His hand slows and stops against your clit his teeth still harshly in your skin as he pants. The pain is almost searing till he unlatches his teeth and licks over the wound.

You’re like a doll against him, feeling the hard leathery skin pressed against you, his knot swelled inside you, his mark on your neck.

“Easy” he mutters when you whine softly as he lowers you both into your sides on the mattress. One arm is under your head while the other his securely around your stomach holding you close. You feel exhausted yet complete and satisfied, your body humming in delight. You struggle with words, the noise that comes out is mumbled jumble and the alpha behind you just hums like he understood. His hand rests on your hip then leaves reaching for something before you’re both covered in a blanket and his arm goes back around you. You hum and mumble a thank you as you try to stay awake a little longer enjoying the feel of his body against yours.

“Sleep, omega” he mutters and your brain slowly switches off.

Next part ->

#x reader #aob #fallout tv series #cooper howard x reader #the ghoul #the ghoul x reader

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smimon · 11 months ago

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Asking asks about giant k; consider me in 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀.

1. is there a piece of clothing that didnt grew and Jere is a bit a sad about? I was thinking that maybe that could also be a reason as to why häärijä wears the suit now.

2. how is he travelling? Planes trains and cars are not that big?

3. does he need more food than before since he is bigger?

4. how long did it took bojan and jere with the shoulder thing, where bojan sits on his shoulder without struggles? How did the first times go?

5. since jere is so tall he sure gets to put the star/ angel figure on top of the tree.

6. what was bojan's first reaction from last remembering Jere as being shorter than him and to next time he saw him Jere was a lot taller than him.

7. more details about the apartment? Is the entire building bigger or is it like the tardis where its bigger on the inside?

8. do they have comfy cozy movie and game nights? How would that go? 👀👀👀👀.

9. five things jere likes about being taller?

10. how does it feel to hold a cat in his big hands? 🥹🥹🥹

11. did he ever hit his head?

12. how is the day to day life?

13. more backstory? More lore? 👀👀👀👀

Ups, overdid it a bit, better stop now and leave some for others. ��💛💛💛

That's quite a bunch of asks! Let's gooo

1. is there a piece of clothing that didnt grew and Jere is a bit a sad about? I was thinking that maybe that could also be a reason as to why häärijä wears the suit now.

Hmm the general rule is that all the clothes he wears did grow, and he does not wear the yellow suit, so it stayed with Häärijä. Also most of the gifts he received from fans did not change size, except for the few that he likes enough to wear sometimes again, like the crochet Bulbasaur hat from Ideapark gig 😊 it makes storing the gifts much easier.

I had however an idea for a story where K is a bit sad he can't wear the yellow suit anymore, and Häärijä encourages him to at least try, and when he tries the jacket, it suddenly fits! The forces of magic decided the suit belongs to them both equally so it changes size depending who wears it.

That's how they do that clothes swap thing from EU tour in giantverse 🤭

2. how is he travelling? Planes trains and cars are not that big?

Well! He can use public transport most of the time, but he needs two or three seats. Whenever possible, securityman takes the third seat, but when there are only two seats in a row, he sits in K's lap 🤭

For planes they can get him the seats at wings as they have more leg space 🙌

K technically could also squeeze in a passenger car's backseat, but he won't do that because he never travels without fastened seatbelts 😇 (ei vittu!) 😑

3. does he need more food than before since he is bigger?

Oh that's a question I wished I'll receive! XD This is certainly one of the first things he wanted to figure out, except instead of thinking about food, he enthusiastically wanted to test how much alcohol can he possibly take 😂

The rules of magic are not simple, and turns out his new limits in terms of alcohol or food or medicine are... Exactly the same as before 🙃 Must have been fun to realize this after he already had ten kaksi ananas lonkero...

(Forces of magic won't force him to spend more money on food, that would be rude!)

4. how long did it took bojan and jere with the shoulder thing, where bojan sits on his shoulder without struggles? How did the first times go?

They managed it at first try actually, Bojan just climbed there before K noticed and now K has to do all the balancing while Bojan holds onto his head for support. They could do it all day!

5. since jere is so tall he sure gets to put the star/ angel figure on top of the tree.

🥹 I love this vision. Of course he gets to put the star on top and he insists he is the one to decorate the top of all trees of his friends and relatives. He will visit them one by one and place the deco on the top. And when the top already was decorated, he takes it off and puts right back on saying "that's how it's done!".

He's helping! uwu

6. what was bojan's first reaction from last remembering Jere as being shorter than him and to next time he saw him Jere was a lot taller than him.

They did talk a lot since Jere grew so Bojan was not surprised, although until the last moment he was a bit suspisious this might be some elaborate trick or prank. But he was happy to see this is true. He has way too many silly ideas how to use this new situation 😊 Bojan will never feel bad about being shorter than K because everyone else is shorter too haha

7. more details about the apartment? Is the entire building bigger or is it like the tardis where its bigger on the inside?

When you look from the outside it looks like someone forced a way too big flat into the building side 😂 and on the inside it is even bigger too. Only the front door is the same size as always, and from the corridor you wouldn't tell anything is different about this flat! ✨Magic✨

8. do they have comfy cozy movie and game nights? How would that go? 👀👀👀👀.

🥹 well considering his apartment is now big enough to set a few tents in the middle, he probably invites friends over quite frequently.

And if he visits some friend in their regular sized flat, they have no choice but to get comfy and cozy. You know, since he takes up most of the space anyway.

9. five things jere likes about being taller?

First: money money money! Together with the crew they have lots of ideas how to monetize his stature. Everyone would pay for a photo with him!

Second: this is part of his brand now, and no one can imitate this. There is no one else like Käärijä!

Third: it takes less time to get places by walking. And it is easy to escape the paparazzis. (Tabloids started adding "experience in competitive running" to their job requirements.)

Fourth: he has always a great view at any concert or stage show 🥹

Fifth: he can now confront every single person who ever made fun of him for being short. He will find them one by one, point, laugh "who's short now?!" and walk away ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

10. how does it feel to hold a cat in his big hands? 🥹🥹🥹

When every cat feels like a kitten, it must be the greatest feel in the world 🥹

11. did he ever hit his head?

Ouch 😅 probably way too many times, but not on places you might expect (he takes care in everyday environments but then there is the backstage or airports or vehicles). Might be one of the reasons they hired the securityman

12. how is the day to day life?

Fun where it was boring before, weirdly unchanged in the serious parts. Most people are not that interested in him being a giant (maybe they are professional, maybe it's the stereotypical Finnish respect for personal boundaries and privacy).

13. more backstory? More lore? 👀👀👀👀

Uhh hmm maybe this: Häärijä actually knows a lot about the forces of magic, but he never explained anything because he hasn't even noticed K is now a giant 😂 (don't blame him, he was always shorter than him)

That would be all! Thank you 😊

#answer timeeee #giant k trivia #käärijä #ask #j-restlessgeek #thank you 😊

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sexynbabyarethesmartones · 3 months ago

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Okay, so I have been conversating with myself as per usual, and I have a thing to put out there.

So, my YT feed over the last couple of days has given me some interesting videos of shows/movies I have not seen, and the one today got me started on this train of thought. Seeing clips of the movie "Cruella," there was one that showed Anita. And I thought to myself how interesting it was that as a people, we have decided to look at some characters and go "they are definitely Not White." Anita in particular went very quickly from a slim, red-haired, white woman to an average-sized, curly-haired, black woman. Which works way better for her character imo. And yesterday, a YT video on the show "Velma" came up on my feed. It was someone breaking down what that show got wrong compared to another one, but in this case, the choices for the characters' ethnicities gives me Opinions. So first off, we have Shaggy. Shaggy in "Velma" is black, which was probably chosen because of him being a laid-back stoner from a middle class or poor (I believe, can't quite remember for sure) family. Bad stereotype much? I think of Shaggy as a character is definitely a middle-class kid from a white, HOA member, suburban family who never had to worry about much and got into cannabis as an extension of that. Later on, in canon, he comes into an inheritance from a distant relative who comes from generational plantation wealth. What part of that screams Black American? Shaggy funds Mystery Inc because he's happy not to have to work a regular job, and he gets to live with his best friends. As for his money, I assume he has Daphne take care of it because she does come from old money. The reason she doesn't fund their adventures is because her parents have 4(?) other daughters as well; they've got bills to pay. And speaking of that old money part, Daphne is also of European descent imo. Maybe more Mediterranean instead of English, and you could probably make a case for Indian if you wanted. "Velma" has her as East Asian. That feels to me like they were looking at a checklist and realized they forgot one. Velma herself as a character has such a distinct personality, that you could probably make her just about any ethnicity and have it work. She might be a little short for a Samoan, but I think it could work. And that brings us to the other major stereotype character. Good ol' down home nice boy Fred. People looked at this Chad himbo frat boy engineer and decided he would forever be white. No. For this sweetheart with his super special interests, may I recommend that his next iteration be a bear of an autistic black boy. He is socially awkward, only smart in the stuff he cares to be, and is absolutely delighted to be living with his chosen family and doing fun things. Ya know, now that I think about it, he could be Samoan instead of Velma XD. Or another indigenous ethnicity as well.

But my point still stands. People look at these older characters from a specific time period and decide that what they were imagined as originally doesn't always work for their personality, and we can do better with much more interesting backstories; and that is beautiful.

#scooby doo #scooby gang #velma dinkley #fred jones #daphne blake #shaggy rogers #cruella de vil #movie tropes #changing characters ethnicities #my opinion #my take #my understanding of things I am talking about here

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w2beastars · 4 years ago

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Waezi2′s thoughts on “Beast Complex” chapter 14.

On one hand, I wanted more random characters who happens to live in this world instead of “Beastars” main cast content.

On the other hand, I’m so dang fricking happy to see canon Legosi X Haru content!

We get a reminder of how Haru and Legosi’s romantic is deeply affected by two factors. A) their different species means that their affection is relatively basic compared to same-species couples that has unique ways to show intimacy (like wolves uniting their tails). And B) The size will always be a factor as Legosi always make sure not to put too much weight on Haru.

Haru gets that they have to compromise because of size and species difference, but it greatly annoy her that Legosi is being so careful around her, as if she was made of paper.

But notice that she doesn’t berate him about it. One of the good things about Legosi and Haru’s relationship is that Haru is always telling Legosi exactly what she is annoyed and unhappy about, she is not scared of hurting his feelings if she has an issue with the wolf. So this is something Haru is not really blaming Legosi for, she gets that he has to be careful. But it also means that the times he has kissed her can be counted on a hand since he is so god damn fucking careful. It makes Haru worried if they will ever have sex if Legosi has to worry about not hurting her.

Anyways, we are not going to talk about the lack of smooshing in this relationship. We are going to talk world building as Paru combine a real life ritual with something anthropomorphic animal world related.

... Okay, before I explain Seijin no HiI, I HAVE to say that Haru and Legosi looks AMAZING being dressed nicely in furisode and hakama! And Haru’s even has the Moon Rabbit on it, that’s a great detail. And I can see that Haru is wearing high heels... probably to look a bit taller than usual for this special day.

In Japan, they celebrate Seijin no HiI that is sort of... well, it’s a little like Japanese Bar Mitzvah I suppose.

There is a holiday in Japanese called Seijin no Hi, or Coming of Age Day in English. On this day, everyone who recently turned twenty celebrate officially becoming adults and taking on the responsibilities of a grown-up while being dressed in nice-looking kimonos and such.

On this day, there are plenty of parties and ceremonies to celebrate this “adult day.” But there is one that is unique in the world of Beast Complex. The Fang Purification Ritual.

The idea is that a herbivore who turned twenty goes to this ceremony accompanied by the carnivore who gave them a wound. It is said that a wound on a herbivore caused by a carnivore is filled with cursed energy, so the carnivore who is the one harming said herbivore has to clean their victim so that they can free them from the evil spirit.

Haru is not sure how she feels about this ritual, but she asks Legosi to come with her and “clean” the arm he scratches when they first met(if he wants to).

Legosi is surprised by how many herbivores that comes to the ceremony accompanied by a carnivore that hurt them. And they look like they are on friendly terms.

We see a bear and a goat talking casually, a panther and a sheep gossiping and a crocodile who looks a bit embarrassed as he carry a hamster who looks like this is his big day. For once we don’t see hostility between carnivores and herbivores. We see this animals who talked things out after one of them hurt the other and going to this ceremony is the official way of saying that they will let bygones be bygones.

Heck, even this pair seems friendly. Sure the rabbit is a bit on edge, but that is because of superstition as he really believes that these old scars he got ten years ago really cursed him. The lion is being patient with his friend, telling the rabbit to take a chill pill since it has been ten years since he scratched him. There is no guilt tripping, the carnivores are coming by their own free will and takes responsibility for what they did to these herbivores.

Legosi calls Louis as well and ask if they should do the ritual as well since he ate his leg. But Louis already has a full plate with Bill and five other carnivores who wants to do the ritual with him.

... Five? FIVE?! Louis, are you doing okay?!

Haru and Legosi are much more moved by this ceremony than they expected to be. Haru tells Legosi she doesn’t mind the scars as she has been more happy after getting them, as if they brought her luck. It’s fair since Legosi and Haru made each other better animals ever since Legosi instinctively attacked her. they are not just cleaning the wound, they are celebrating their relationship.

... And Legosi, being the quirky wolf he is, decides that NOW is a good time to show intimacy in front of a whole bunch of strangers as he kisses Haru’s arm passionately. DAMN, BOI!

Poor Haru XD Legosi is gonna be the death of her with his quirky unpredictability.

This was a nice chapter. We got some more world building, and it was some about peace between carnivores and herbivores despite one harming the other, something that is a fricking big deal in this world.

And the pairs who came are a nice detail, makes you wonder what sort of stories they have to tell. Perhaps as complex as the one Haru and Legosi has? :P

#beastars #beast complex #haru #legosi #legoshi #haru x legosi #legosi x haru #louis #bill

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spideyspeaches · 4 years ago

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Wet dreams ↬ t.h

A/N: This is @allegra-writes fault :( I wrote this in like 10 minutes so bare with me this is not proofread XD

WC: 1.3k+

Warnings: almost swimming pool sex (because I forgot how to write smut XD)

(Minors dni anyway)

Pairing: mob!tom holland x reader

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Sometimes, living in a mansion hundred times your size got utterly boring, the only form of entertainment being checking on the nearly always vacant rooms, too clean for an unoccupied space, only to be interrupted by a nervous servant as they catch you rearranging the room.

The life of London's most feared mob boss's girlfriend was extravagant at the least. You had come from a relatively normal family, had nothing to do with the morally ambiguous criminal until you came face to face with him one day, instantly capturing him in your bait.

Tom might be the boss of a bunch of elite mobsters, but to you, he was just your lovely high maintenance boyfriend who liked to shower you in expensive diamonds and the softest silk money could buy. It was his love language, just like yours was accepting him for who he was and what his family did.

It got too much sometimes, but you remembered that you had chosen this lifestyle for yourself, so the least you could do was let him drag you to parties full of rich people with the champagne and whiskey more expensive than your entire closet back home.

This was your home now, you reminded yourself, tracing the patterns on the wall with your fingers, letting your feet drag you across the hallways to take you to your most favourite location of the mansion- the outdoor pool.

It was large, taking up most of the space of your backyard, lit with multiple led lamps, surrounded by grass. It was late at night and Tom wasn't home from his "business" yet, and you were bored, unable to sleep after countless nights of sleeping in a cold, empty bed.

You knew his job took up a lot of time, but he was supposed to come home today. Just because you knew sometimes he got home late, doesn't mean you didn't worry about his wellbeing. So to distract yourself, you came here tonight, sliding into the cold pool water, shuddering as it slid over your nearly naked chest, small ripples forming as you breathed in deeply, water rising up to your neck.

Holding on to the edge of the pool, you imagined Tom sliding in next to you, circling his arms around you as he kisses your neck with his delicate lips. You could swear at that moment, you could actually feel his bare chest pressed against your back, grunting as you pushed your hands against the wet tiles, a warm feeling forming in your gut. Closing your eyes, you let the breeze wash over you, shuddering at the difference in temperature, before diving to the deeper side of the pool swim a lap to warm yourself up to the water's temperature.

Before you knew it, you were surrounded by the deep waters, the world around you muffled deliciously, eyes closing against your will as you resurface the water with a shuddering breath, startling as you saw another person standing in front of you, an angelic aura forming around him due to the lights.

Giggling with a gasp, you swim towards the edge towards your boyfriend, who was looking at you with an amused grin.

"How was work honey?" You gasp, straining to get a breath, folding your hands on the tiles as you place your head on them, feet swinging inside the water to keep you afloat, “You’re back early.”

"Isn't it too cold to be swimming? You're going to catch a cold, hun." He said, bending down so that you were face to face, a goofy smile on his face as he kissed you, soft and warm.

"I was bored, you weren't in bed." You said against his lips, straining to keep afloat as the tiles dug under your ribs, "hmm, why don't you come inside? I missed you."

"Missed you too darling, missed my darling girl so fucking much." He whispered, shuddering at his husky voice, and without a thought, you grabbed him by his wrist, chuckling at his yelp as you pulled him into the pool next to you with a splash, scrunching your eyes as the water hit your face.

You laugh as he emerges from the water, every inch of him as wet as you are at the moment, gasping for a breath as he paddled next to you, his cold Rolex digging against your shoulder as he scooped you up in his arms, throwing you in a fireman's hold with you shrieking.

"Put me down!" You giggle, yelping when he slapped your ass, making you laugh louder as you tried to kick your way out of the hold.

"You're mean!" He whined, propping you on the edge with ease, you now a level above him as he smiles at you, his wet suit clinging to his body, his eyebrow raising up to his hairline as you lean to boop his nose.

"Rail me." You joked, smirking as you saw his eyes light up. A flash of a moment and he was pulling you into the pool just like you had some time ago, his strong and practiced arms holding you upright, lips crashing into yours before you could utter a word, moaning against his lips instead.

Your legs swung as in the pool, your bodies clapping against each other as he slammed you towards the edge, kissing you hard as if hungry, craving for your lips to mold against his.

His hands found your underwear, snapping the strings against your waist, slipping a finger and tracing circles on your bare skin. Your cold skin was now warm, burning as his hands wandered around your body, catching parts of your skin with his dainty rings.

"Tommy," you moaned, leaning closer to his neck so you could nibble on his earlobe, the soft, sensitive skin reddening as you continued to suck on it, his hands reaching up to hold the underside of your boobs.

You didn't even know how you were still afloat and not drowning, the heat of your skin and his clothes too much for you to care in your overstimulated stupor, "You still have your clothes on."

"Just a moment darling." He grunted, shuffling his arms awkwardly as he tried to shimmy out of his three piece suit, a difficult task, seeing as he was surrounded by water. You watched the water slide against his smooth skin, droplets falling and merging against the ripples.

"Keep that on." You said, holding his wrist to stop him from removing his Rolex.

"I might be rich but they don't come for free sweetheart." He said in an amused voice, leaving it be nonetheless, as you pouted, tracing your fingers alongside his jaw and the rest of his face.

"Shut up and rail me, Holland."

"Straight to the point eh babygirl?" He smirked, sliding his hands against your thighs as they wrap around his waist, your back hitting the tiles, groaning half in pain, your body a horny piece of mess as he continues to dig his fingers, covering every inch of you with kisses.

"I told you to rail me, not fuck me." You muttered, clutching his hair in your fist as he went down, looking at you through his lashes.

"What did you say?" His voice husky, hands suddenly tighter around you as you moaned in anticipation, throwing your head back when his fingers reached your wet patch. Climbing off the pool, you pull him out with you, laying on the grass, blades digging into your skin.

"Be rough, treat me like you treat your rivals." You said in a breath, chest heaving as you made eye contact with him. He may be a dangerous criminal, but he was a soft lover.

But fuck if you didn't miss his fiery touch, and fuck if you were going to let go of the opportunity. You were alone in a mansion, the moonlight illuminating your faces along with the artificial lights.

And who was he to deny his pretty girl, when she was practically begging him to wreck her?

#tom holland x reader #tom holland x reader smut #tom holland smut #tom holland x you #mob!tom holland x reader #mob!tom #tom holland #spideygirl writes

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immortalcoelacanth · 4 years ago

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Between the Walls, Chapter 1: Roommates (Dream SMP fic)

I've noticed there's an unfortunate lack in Borrower AU content, and as that shit is my jam I'm putting forth the content I wish to see into the fandom XD

To quote my friend, "I do not control the hyperfixation"

Word count: 4497

Summary: At first retirement had sounded like an excellent idea. Make a house far away from everyone else, get some peace and quiet, no longer concern himself with the total garbage that was the local government. Nice things, relaxing things.…

But then the scratching in the walls started happening.

Techno groaned as he flopped backwards into his chair, tired eyes staring into the glowing fireplace as he relaxed after his busy day. A day full of building, repairing the damage dealt by the creeper population, and…

A day spent trying to find any signs of his thief.

You see, Techno had assumed that retirement would be an excellent way to unwind from the massive amount of blood that had been shed after L’Manberg went up in smoke, as well as the aggravation he felt towards his sweet, innocent cows being slaughtered and his bunker being raided.

Raided and dismantled thanks to Phil stealing his bookshelves and in turn chunks of the wall.

It was scuffed, horribly scuffed, and left him with one option.

Relocation.

That, combined with the wanted posters Quackity had hung up demanding his capture and subsequent execution after what he had done. Honestly, talk about the biggest character arc for Quackity, going from fearing him to taking an active role in trying to end his life.

Too bad for him that Technoblade never dies.

But still, having to constantly deal with being attacked while no longer having a truly safe and secure base was troublesome, so he had sought out to make a new home far from L’Manberg and all other communities.

The isolation did not scare him, on the contrary he liked having a space all to his own with no worries about socialization or someone bothering him. Besides, Phil could always visit him if he wanted some company.

Fortunately, constructing his new home had taken relatively little time once he had found the best spot for it, and with some help from Phil, moving all the important resources and equally important fixtures of his home had taken even less time.

All in all, Techno had managed to acquire a new sanctuary away from all the plotting and scheming, although he had a feeling someone would try to mess with him at some point, and he had plenty of space to make a brand new vault. He had achieved peace and quiet, and was even in the process of planning on making a turtle farm. Surely all these positive developments would mean he was happy, right?

Well, he would be if it weren’t for the fact that there was a thief rummaging through his home.

It started with small things, like his chests becoming less and less organized over time. Yes, there were moments where he simply chucked whatever useless items were in his inventory into the nearest empty chest, but he would never clutter up chests containing important items, like potions and enchanted books.

So, finding several misplaced items as well as random blocks of dirt and stone, practically pebbles given their size, while also finding certain resources such as wood and leather missing was the first sign of something strange going on.

The next was the odd noises that seemed to come from the walls of his home. Faint scratches that would be inaudible to anyone but himself due to his heightened hearing. It reminded of a rat infestation, and he unconsciously shuddered.

Not due to fear or discomfort, but the sheer amount of work it would take to get rid of a pest infestation. At that point he might as well take his house apart and build elsewhere.

However, despite his suspicions and hypothesis, there was practically no evidence to support. There were, thankfully, no signs of rat activity, or activity from any other pests. No scratches, bite marks, signs of wood decaying, or anything like that. Other than the noise and the strangely messy organization of his chests, there was no sign of the thief.

And he had looked.

Intensely, as best he could. Logic and inductive reasoning had led him to this conclusion. There was a thief, so there had to be signs of this thief somewhere. A lack of footprints meant they must use pearls to get around. The fact that his rarer resources had not been stolen, his potions of strength and enchanted books, meant that his thief was either unconcerned with stealing things of value from him and just wanted to mess with him, or they were a cocky idiot.

… So it was either Ranboo or-

His ears perked up, cutting off his train of thought as he glanced over at the nearby wall. His eyes narrowed and he pushed himself up and out of his chair before striding over to the wall, cape swishing about behind him.

He pressed the side of his head against the wall, eyes closing as he tried to focus on where the sound was coming from. It was here! It had to be! There was something hidden in this very wall. The source of his annoyance, his thief.

Well, there was only one way to find out.

Techno readied his axe, and swung it down-

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There are times where Tommy can’t stop himself from looking in the nearest reflective surface and asking how he managed to fuck things up this bad. It was painful to recall the steps that had led him to this outcome, the signs obvious but he had been too stupid and ignorant to pay them any mind.

Causing trouble was in his blood, something the local borrower community had reluctantly accepted over the years, helped by how eager he was to throw himself into dangerous situations. Something that should have been concerning to the adults who watched them, taught them how to borrow, how to gather items and even hunt in order to survive, but he had learned that lesson at a very, very young age.

The lesson that no one would step in to help him if he was in danger. That he was on his own and had to prove his worth in order to stay, constantly putting his life on the line for the slightest crumb of respect.

To hear someone say that he had done a good job, to be thanked for his hard work instead of always being brushed off and ignored.

Of course, his friendship with Tubbo helped to soothe that constant within him, dulling the sting of rejection while reminding him that there was one person who truly cared about him. One person who would always be there for him, would lift him up when he was down, and jump into any situation to protect him.

Orphans had to stick together, after all.

And it was a good thing they did end up working together as the duo balanced each other out perfectly. Tommy was far more outgoing and blunt, hotheaded being the best word to describe him. He was willing to do whatever he needed, always ready to speak up when he thought there was bullshit going on, and spoke his mind freely.

It was an ironic honesty, a trait that one assumed would help to attract friends but only aided in driving them away.

Meanwhile, Tubbo was much softer in some ways. Much more reserved than Tommy, he was more of a thinker and planner. Nowhere near as comfortable with spontaneous action as his friend, but he had the knowledge and skills to reign in those impulsive actions before things got dangerous.

They were the best of friends, pals to the very end.

Even though they would never see each other again.

And it was all his fault.

Tommy had ruined everything.

The plan had been simple, easy. All he wanted to do was mess up Mrs. Brigsburry’s house. Just a tiny touch of crime and freaking the old bat out.

She deserved so much worse because of that day. The pot that had been thrown at Tubbo and how much blood Tommy had seen running down the side of his face. The bitch’s shrieks and curses as she insulted them over and over again.

Swearing they both should have died with their parents-

How was he supposed to know he accidentally left one of her rags near the lit stove, the fire within causing the piece of fabric to ignite and in turn allowing the flames to spread to the rest of the house.

It was a good thing she lived on the edge of Borrowton, the fires thankfully only burning her home to the ground.

No one wanted to live near an asshole like her.

Tommy, who had been feeling proud of himself, quickly experienced true regret and fear once the meeting started. Shouts, demands, and insults had flown through the air, many of the people he had grown up with insisting that he be tossed out for what he had done, exiled from the only home he had ever known.

It had been terrifying to see how quickly everyone had turned against him, how they refused to give him the chance to defend himself or even explain why he had done what he did. Not even Tubbo had been able to protect him from the crowd’s wrath, his attempts at standing in front of Tommy and blocking him from sight thwarted when one of the adults grabbed his arm and dragged him elsewhere.

He would never be able to forget the haunting sight of Tubbo reaching for him, tears pouring from his eyes as he screamed his name over and over. It was the last time he had seen his friend, too.

And yet, this was not the worst part of his punishment.

He had been given an hour, one measly hour, to pack up everything he had ever owned before being forcefully exiled from Borrowton. The realization of what was happening had slammed into him all at once, leaving Tommy trembling and unable to move.

He was going to lose everything he had ever known, everything he had worked so hard to build, Tubbo-

He was going to lose his Tubbo.

And there was nothing he could do to stop it.

No amount of begging or pleading had stopped the adults who dragged him to his shoddy, shared home. He had groveled on his hands and knees, promising to change, to do better, to do whatever they wanted if they just let him stay.

Don’t take my Tubbo away. Don’t take him away. I need him, I need him-

Smack!

The harsh sting of his cheek and the painful sensation of his neck snapping back from the force of the slap was enough to snap Tommy out of his trance. He blinked and looked around, feeling all the more disconnected from reality as he noticed the two bags that had been placed beside him.

One for food, and one for clothes and tools.

… He was really getting exiled, wasn’t he?

“You have no one to blame but yourself for this.” The adult beside him grumbled, dragging the stunned teen up to his feet and shoving him towards the door.

“Front gate. Now. And if I find you causing more trouble, you’ll be leaving with nothing but the clothes on your back.” The man sneered.

For a moment that spark of anger rose up in him, rage flowing through his veins and making his fists clench while he ground his teeth together. The urge to lash out, both physically and verbally, was strong, and yet…

As quickly as those feelings emerged, they faded, and Tommy was left feeling hollow and drained. What was the point in fighting back if all he did was get himself into more trouble. It was obvious they weren’t going to change their minds, he would be exiled no matter what, and if he did lash out-

Tubbo screaming his name as he was dragged away, snot and tears flowing down his face. Thrashing and struggling in a futile attempt to reach him.

… The risk, the damage he could do to his friend, was far greater than the satisfaction of breaking the man’s knobby nose. So, with extreme reluctance, Tommy left the house and made his way towards the front gate. The streets were surprisingly empty, he had expected to see a mob of people cheering while watching him leave, maybe even get the occasional bit of dirt thrown his way.

Treated like the trash they thought he was.

His send off lacked all formality. Only the usual guards of the gate were present, and even then they paid him no mind. He was simply shoved towards another borrower, a lady this time who, based on the immense amount of foliage covering her clothes, spent most of her life out in the wild.

God, how would he ever survive out there. Between the wild animals, the shitty weather, and the mobs that would wander the lands when darkness fell, he was doomed.

He had only ever known how to survive in his community, where you could barter for goods and depend on someone to help you. Now he wouldn’t have any of that. There would be no shelter, no safety in numbers-

No Tubbo.

Numb, Tommy was shoved towards the woman and quietly took note of the presence of the animal he could not see before. It was a fox, quite large compared to him and the other borrowers, and domesticated since it wasn’t ripping anyone apart.

… Or maybe it was just waiting until he got outside, then it would rip him to shreds. Wouldn’t want any blood splatters staining the inside of the gate.

He was so absolutely, royally fucked.

“C’mon, we gotta get moving.” The woman barked, grabbing his arm and pushing him towards the fox with little care for his comfort and the fact that she was adding more bruises to his arm. Tommy hissed in pain and rubbed the aching spot while glaring at her.

Everyone in this place was a fucking asshole.

“Alright, alright, chill the fuck out. I’m moving.” Tommy grumbled as, after a moment of hesitance, buried his hands in the animal’s warm fur and climbed up its side. A moment later, the woman jumped up to join him, taking a seat near the fox’s shoulders while Tommy struggled to pull his bags up as well.

Finally, once his meager supplies had joined him, it was time for them to set off. He had nearly been thrown off as the fox stood up, and when the animal sprinted out of the hidden tunnel and into the fading sunlight-

Well, it was a good thing he managed to grab hold of his bags before they were knocked off. He shuddered in the sudden, stinging breeze, and did his best to hunker down into the warm fur below him. He had no idea where they were going, no clue what far away biome he would be abandoned in, and quietly decided to not think about it further. The last thing he wanted to do was to start crying.

… Even if he had been ever since they first left the front gate.

He quickly rubbed at his face, trying to dry the lingering tears so there were less signs as to his degenerating mental state, and instead decided that it would be best to strike up a conversation, something that would help to distract him from what was going on.

Tubbo, Tubbo. He missed Tubbo. He wanted to see Tubbo again-

“Name’s Tommy!” He called out. “What’s yours?”

Silence was his answer.

“... Well fuck you too then.”

Much like the start of their journey, the rest of the trip was silent as the fox ran through various biomes, fields, and forests. On multiple occasions they stopped, the woman gathering some sort of herb every single time.

… Perhaps she was making drugs.

Tommy snorted to himself at the joke, mood lifting just the slightest bit before plummeting back to bedrock. God, he was tired. His body ached from sitting still for so long, as well as the general discomfort from the fox nimbly jumping from cliff to cliff, ducking around trees, and just being an agile shitbag. It was annoying and he hated it.

… Hated the fact that he was getting further and further away from his friend. Hated the fact that the fox could cover far more distance than he could ever hope of traversing on his own, and that the odds of him managing to reunite with Tubbo at some point were growing slimmer with every block they crossed.

Eventually they reached the coldest biome Tommy had experienced yet, ponds covered by ice and snow layering the ground. The snow seemed to muffle their surroundings, the only sounds coming from the snow crunching under the fox’s paws and the animal’s panting as it started to feel the strain of their journey.

And yet, for as desolate as this tundra seemed to be, Tommy spotted something in the distance. A structure that was definitely man made and appeared to be well taken care of, which meant there was someone living there.

Someone he could mooch off of and boost his chance at surviving his exile.

It had been a stroke of pure luck that he had managed to convince the borrower escorting him to change their route, practically begging her to take him to the lit house that was just barely visible through the snow.

The sounds of Tommy sniffling and sobbing since the start of their journey had probably helped to wear down her resolve to take him to wherever he was originally supposed to go.

In the end, she had agreed and directed the fox towards the house. It was interesting to see her previous confidence of navigating the cold tundra diminish the closer they got to their destination, as though she was unsettled by the house.

Strange, but then again she probably thought the same of him and how much of an idiot he was for getting kicked out of somewhere perfectly safe.

Safe aside from the prying eyes, the cruel words and harsh hands. His salvation was Tubbo and their whispered promises. They would leave one day, set out into the world and make their own home.

The moment they arrived at their destination, the woman wasted no time in metaphorically, and literally, kicking him off the fox. He dropped into the freezing snow, landing face first, and pushing himself up seconds later to cough out the chilly substance that had invaded his mouth.

The memory of Tubbo laughing as his snowball hit Tommy in the face, the other teen turning to the side and yelling about how “cold as shit” it was.

“Maybe you should try keeping your mouth shut for once.” Tubbo teased as Tommy, snow still stuck to parts of his face, flipped him off.

“Fuck you.”

Tubbo’s laughter rang out around them, and the teen kept laughing until his face was red and tears leaked out of the corners of his eyes.

… Damn, it was cold.

Trembling, he stood up just in time to dodge the bags that had been carelessly thrown his way, getting a concussion from one of his tools would definitely be a death sentence in this situation, and he promptly flipped the woman off.

“Oi! Watch where you’re throwing that shit!” He shouted before crouching down to inspect his supplies, quietly relieved that nothing seemed to have been damaged. “Fucking bitch...”

She just rolled her eyes in response to his insults and looked unimpressed as he grumbled, huffed, and got himself organized. No words were exchanged between the duo, no goodbyes or wishes for good luck, just the howling of the winds while the borrower made his way to his new home.

As Tommy had trudged through the too tall snow, he had been oblivious to the way the woman stared at the house, eyes wide with some sort of emotion. Was it fear? Not quite, it was more a combination of dread mixed with reverence, emotions fueled by her knowledge of the being who resided in this place. A whispered phrase floated through the air, much too quiet for him to have heard. It was a simple sentence that made her stance and understanding of the situation clear.

“Blood for the Blood God.”

Then she fled, leaving Tommy alone to deal with whatever fate he had stumbled into by breaking into the house.

And what a house it was.

All pretty and neatly designed, complete with various floors and tons of storage, and even some decorative flowers outside the windows, which meant Tommy had many things to rummage through. The roaring fireplace was an added bonus since the cold was one of the things he had been the most worried about.

Knowing those assholes, they had probably planned to abandon him somewhere in the tundra, leaving him alone and freezing in the cold…

Honestly, all things considered, this was a good place to settle down in. He had basically everything he needed, as well as access to some rarer resources too. It was ideal, practically perfect given how easy it would be to create small, unnoticeable entrances into each chest for him to use to snag items, but there was one downside to his new home.

His roommate.

He was tall, far taller than anyone Tommy had ever seen before, and he looked… weird. Like one of those pig monsters he had heard stories about back in Borrowton. Monsters from hell that craved gold and bloodshed. With his pig-like features, including a set of tusks that poked up from his lower jaw, he was a perfect match for those nightmarish beasts.

… But, they weren’t in hell, and this man seemed to be far less gold and bloodshed obsessed than the stories had said, even with the various scars the borrower had seen littering his body.

It was weird, he was weird, and the weirdness had only increased the more time Tommy spent in the house. Despite his regal attire, consisting of a flowing cape and golden crown, it was obvious that the pig-man was no prince or nobility. Plus there were those shitty reading glasses Tommy had seen him wearing once, stuck together with taping and looking like they were on the verge of breaking again. He was the strangest combination of loud-yet-awkward behaviour, something that the borrower actually related to quite a bit. His roommate was not “normal” and acted how he wanted, whenever he wanted, with little regard to how “improper”, “violent”, or “rude” he was.

Like Tommy…

He found it comforting to know that there was someone else more like him out there, someone else who was unlike everyone in Borrowton, someone else who would know what it felt like to be treated as an outcast, like he did not belong there or anywhere. Stuck in this new place, he did not feel as alone as he originally expected.

He did not consider the possible problems this could cause in the future, of course. Tommy had never the best at planning ahead since that had been Tubbo’s specialty-

But, the positives ended there as he realized that trying to survive in this relatively small, isolated house was going to be far more of a challenge then he had originally anticipated, with his roommate presenting the greatest obstacle to his success. Breaking in had been easy, actually situating himself and building a decent base within the walls of the house was downright impossible in these circumstances. At most he had managed to dig out a shitty hole close to the fireplace where he stashed all his stolen goods.

And even if he wanted to leave, it was impossible thanks to all the snow and how bloody cold this damn biome was!

So, here Tommy was, having essentially trapped himself with some creepy pig guy who owned too many weapons for comfort and was decked out like he was about to fight the whole damn world. Sure, his house was pretty nice, there was tons of food for him to steal and snack on, and the resources were plenty, but he would have rather had anyone else as a roommate in this situation.

At least this guy was in retirement, or whatever that meant.

He let out an annoyed sigh, arms dropping as he allowed his axe to rest against the wooden floor of the passage he had been carving out. While most of the house was made out of concrete, Tommy had focused on carving passages through the wooden supports in order to have a network of tunnels he could easily move around in without being spotted. All in all, it was a good plan, even if it was a massive pain in the ass to make.

It was like every time he started making a tunnel, no matter what time of the day it was, that piggy dipshit would show up and start stalking the walls, looking for him!

… Granted, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to make boar-face all suspicious by messing with his chests, but Tommy needed the resources! And it was pretty funny hearing the surprised sounds the man would make echo through the house.

His trouble making nature might have been the cause for his exile, along with some other bullshit, but that did not mean he would try to suppress it, even if it would be better for him in the long run. That was like asking to stop breathing. It was just a part of him that could only be controlled and never truly stopped.

… He missed Tubbo. He missed him so much and the ache in his chest still had not faded, and he felt all hollow and empty, without purpose-

Unfortunately for the borrower, the world refused to give him a break as he spiraled, his negative emotions distracting him and preventing him from paying attention to his surroundings.

Like the footsteps that were slowly getting closer to his location.

Without warning, the wall beside him cracked and split open, and Tommy let out a terrified shriek. He jumped backwards, dropping his axe in the process as light spilled into the carved out passage.

The now exposed passage.

A passage that had been cracked open by a certain pig man who had clearly been awake instead of asleep like he had assumed. Brilliant red eyes met terrified blue, and Tommy swallowed nervously.

Of course, of fucking course! As if the world didn’t hate him enough as is! Now he had to deal with that pig shithead who’d been tormenting him for days with his stupidly good hearing, preventing him from making any progress in creating his new home.

And of course the second he tried to make a tunnel this bastard just had to appear and ruin everything!

On the plus side, he had not actually done anything yet, although Tommy was certain things would turn south soon based on the axe the man was holding. So, he would live for now, and his shocked state allowed the borrower to make the first move.

“How do,” Tommy greeted, tilting his head to the side and smirking. “You ugly motherfucker.”

If he was going down, he would go down swinging.

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Technoblade, holding up a cup containing Tommy: So I found this, anyone wanna trade a book of mending for him- Tommy: *feral screaming intensifies*

#my story #fanfiction #dream smp #dream smp fic #borrower au #dsmp tommy #dsmp techno #dsmp tubbo #mild angst #tw mentions of abuse #borrower!tommy #the lads are orphans #the start of found family #dream smp borrower au #sleepy bois inc #sleepy bois inc fic

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marumafan · 3 years ago

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Your answers have only given me more questions. If half Mazoku cannot use maryoku than does that mean half Mazoku men can’t give birth either? How does that work if you can chose to just not be Mazoku anymore? How is Mazoku an ethnicity when there seems to be a biological basis for it, like an ability to give birth, so can male humans just chose to be become Mazoku and give birth?? Give up being Mazoku and lose their ability to give birth? Does giving up your Mazoku ethnicity change the quality of your soul?? Is it actually not biological and mpreg babies are somehow grown from your soul?? If half Mazoku don’t have Maryoku how do they even age so slowly? Also, do Shinzoku age slowly like Mazoku do, or age like humans? Maybe that’s why Jason and Freddy are ten years old but don’t speak the common tongue? They’re actually really tall toddlers. Also if Mazoku is the one that is an ethnicity and not Shinzoku than how the hell can you wish for Houryoku and actually get it?? The way Mazoku and Shinzoku are does not sound like a clear cut race and ethnicity, it doesn’t make sense?

Oh my!

Magic Half mazoku don't have maryoku, yes. Yuuri is a special exception (or maybe he's not half at all<-fan theory of mine).

Male pregnancy Male pregnancy doesn't exist in the maruma universe. Neither mazoku, nor half mazoku, nor human men can give birth. Wolfram clarifies this in Gaiden 1; The taming of the bear - Day Three, -> "Neither Yuuri nor I are giving birth that's because we're men". I'm not sure how translations have handled this, but it was just a joke by Conrad. I wonder how many fans out there think this is a thing. I'm sorry, no mpreg.

Mazoku and aging Again, mazoku is an ethnicity. Everyone who's human-shaped mazoku now, was once human. They were simply 'a little different' and had some powers (different for each tribe) and they were chased away by humans. Shin Makoku has existed for 4000 years, for example, and the healing hands tribe, joined them 2000 years ago. They're the ones responsible for mazoku extended lives. All other mazoku didn't live that long. But when the healing hands started healing them their life expectancy increased slowly to what is now. (This is in novel 1)

Soul Giving up being a mazoku doesn't change your soul. In Adalbert's case, he's simply not using maryoku anymore (If he ever could, we don't know if he could before. He was a warrior, but we've never been told if he had maryoku powers, some mazoku don't have powers. It all depends on the type of soul they have). He's also decided to use houryoku (which anyone can learn) instead.

Shinzoku aging Shinzoku don't age slowly like mazoku, like I said, mazoku aging comes from the healing hands tribe (Gisela's tribe).

Jason and Freddy I know there's a reason why Jason and Freddy don't speak the common tongue but can't remember exactly now. Something like they were with their families that didn't speak it (They speak something different in Seisakoku-> (Something French-like; remember the common tongue is German-like)), and then they were locked in with other children who didn't speak it well and were also never educated so they can't speak well... don't quote me on this, it was something similar to it. Other questions ->Also if Mazoku is the one that is an ethnicity and not Shinzoku than how the hell can you wish for Houryoku and actually get it?? We don't knowXD This is the rule and it's stated in the ma encyclopedia (written by the author, these are her definitions). It probably has to do with plot points we haven't found out about yet (I can venture a fantheory: something like everyone who looks human is essentially 'human' and that some were more gifted to use it than others - just like some people can run faster than others. Shinou created the two types of magic: the regular one, and the one that obeys him and mazoku. Essentially it's the same thing, but some elements decided to obey him and not everyone else. In that link I sent in the other reply you can see there was an original ancestor for the shinzoku, too. Also Shinou looks quite shinzoku if you ask me XD Anyway, it seems like all was cool until Shinou decided to create problems. But he also made a land where everyone who's 'a little special' can move to. Shinou is also the one assigning the special souls here and there, so probably he's at fault for choosing where each special soul goes to. Fan theories ) -> The way Mazoku and Shinzoku are does not sound like a clear cut race and ethnicity, it doesn’t make sense? Well, mazoku can be: " Noble princes from here and there have gathered to this country from various places today, in addition to representing various families, and some here and there that had human-like shapes. The flying bone race that I've befriended and their relatives, the ground bone race, like gargoyles on an American building, people with four legs that look like gray leopards, palm-sized petit-macho men that make the sound of an aburazem) (maybe a fairy), and a huge tuna lying on the soaked floor conspicuously.: (novel 1 chapter 10) I'd say that putting tuna, skeletons and humans all under one label qualifies as calling mazoku an ethnicity. (Also, Yuuri literally says they are an ethnicity and not a race in "Do you want an exorcism 2") Shinzoku are identifiable by their looks, which is why I called them a race. But yeah, human, shinzoku and mazoku are all human shaped, and clearly connected in some way. Btw, the reason why more humans don't use magic (if anyone can get it) is probably because humans are scared of people who are 'weird' and they'll probably get tossed off the land if they do learn it. My guess is that's how mazoku came to be to begin with. (<- Guesses of mine, nothing stated in canon; just putting info together) Hope that helped!

#kyou kara maou #kkm #maruma #no mpreg in maruma

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chrysalispen · 4 years ago

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borealis #4 - nose

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there’s an extended scene i’m still working on for this, but there was a lot of stuff going on offline today (including internet blips) that ultimately caused me to leave off with the SFW version so i hope no one is too disappointed. XD

Prompt response is below the cut, as ever.

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Perhaps the most self-evident observation that could be made of the small house nestled in its small copse in the Shroud upon first entry was that its adventuring inhabitant -- or inhabitants -- were either avid readers or wished any potential guests they might have to believe that was the case. The sitting-room with its tall shelves of books was immediately visible from the front entry, and one might be forgiven for assuming there was no possible way every tome on its shelves had been read.

In point of fact, the Warrior of Light was an avid reader when the subject fascinated her. However, this particular book was not the sort that normally caught her eye. She had only attempted to peruse its contents once, and that was yesterday when she had decided to outline today’s plan of attack. Last year, Nero had treated her to dinner - among other things - and she had completely forgotten the occasion.

Well, she was not going to be caught unawares by the holiday this year. Today was Valentione’s Day and by some miracle, confluence of the fates, or what-have-you, she had managed to capture a small handful of days to herself in order to prepare. The flower arrangements were simplicity itself; those were already set on the table along with the gift she’d commissioned, wrapped neatly in its box- part of his gift, anyroad- and now all she had to do was see to the dinner.

And the chocolates.

...Aurelia wasn’t nearly as sure about the chocolates.

Making them herself had seemed like a wonderful idea at the time, but she was starting to regret it. Warrior of Light or not, she really wasn’t what one would call the most accomplished culinarian, unlike Nero, who seemed to take the same meticulous approach to cooking as he did to his research and his engineering. He had grown up in a poor farming village, had learned how to make food alongside the grandmother who had raised him in order to help feed his family.

Whereas Aurelia had- well. As the daughter of a wealthy landed gentleman - even if he was a younger son - her upbringing had been very different. Her lady-lessons had not included such things; the husband her family selected for her would have hired a cook and a housekeeper in the interest of keeping up appearances. And as a child, she had wanted to climb trees and grow flowers and be a scholar, the seven hells take sweating over a stove or bending over a distaff until her fingers ached.

Too late for regrets now, she supposed.

Aurelia squinted doubtfully at the illustrated page, then back to the bubbling mess in the pot. It all felt rather simple, she thought. She’d never made truffles before, true, but only four ingredients? Surely she could do better than that. Chocolates with no embellishments seemed so-

“Well,” she muttered, “perhaps it’s fine if it’s a little uninspired.”

Though on second thought, watching the cocoa melt down in the saucepan: perhaps some brandy wouldn’t hurt? Culinarians put spirits in sweets and other things all the time, and she remembered some treats she’d had in the Crystarium with Lakeland brandywine in them that had been absolutely amazing.

With that decision made, she turned to make her way down the stairs towards her wine cellar, but the moment she set foot on the stairs, her linkpearl sounded off. Frowning faintly, she tapped the small device alongside the shell of her ear.

“Yes?”

“Oh, Relia!” Tataru’s voice, perhaps just a touch too bright, chirped across the aetheric link. “So sorry to trouble you! I know you asked for no calls unless it was an emergency.”

“So I did. Is aught amiss?” She glanced over one shoulder as she made her way down the stairs towards the cellar door, too impatient and worried about the state of her cooking chocolate to pay much attention.

“Oh, not at all! This isn’t a work call, I promise. It’s just, er…”

Aurelia knew the sound of Tataru’s ‘I’m about to ask you for a favor’ voice when she heard it. “Go on.”

“I was going through my measurement book for sewing patterns - for no reason whatsoever! - and realized I was missing one of yours. The, um, the bust.”

Her brows furrowed once more, this time in mild disbelief.

“...The bust.”

“Yes.”

“Just the bust size is missing. Somehow.” Damn, where had she put that cognac?

“Yes.”

Right. Well, you're clearly up to something, old friend.

She supposed she could grill Tataru for the details of whatever scheme she’d hatched, but attempting to pick apart the reasoning behind the Lalafell’s choice to call her with an extremely transparent lie would be better done while she was not preoccupied. In the meantime Aurelia didn’t see any harm in giving her a couple of measurements - she had, after all, entrusted her with them once before.

With this reasoning in mind, she rattled off the numbers as best she could remember them while squinting at the labeled bottles within the dimly lit rack. After a few moments of rummaging, she found what she was looking for just as Tataru piped, “I’ve got it. Thanks, Relia!”

“You’re welco-”

The quick chime of a severed connection left her in relative peace and quiet once more. Which was strange in itself, because usually when Tataru was making a social call Aurelia could expect to be on the hook for a good half-bell of her time.

But it was a question she could ask herself later. Right now she had chocolates to make.

She trotted happily up the stairs, bottle in one victorious hand… only to see an alarming amount of smoke billowing from the stovetop.

“Oh swiving Twelve- ” She made haste to the range and switched it off, then snatched one of the mitts from the nearby wall mount to wave back the smoke. Most of the pan’s contents appeared salvageable, thankfully, but it didn’t seem like enough. She wanted to make another batch, but if she didn’t have the extra ingredients-

Wait. I can just melt down some of the chocolate chips I saw in that bag in the dry pantry, can’t I? And just add the brandy in while it’s melting?

Aurelia turned towards the shelves of dry goods, somewhat cheered by the thought that she could spare herself a trip to the markets, at the very least. The bag was at the back of the very top shelf and she had to stretch a considerable bit to reach it, but she managed to pull it down without spilling any of its contents.

She set aside the saucepan with its half-scorched contents, reached under the counter for a fresh pan, and poured in the chocolate, then paused. She probably didn’t need the cocoa butter if all she was doing was melting pre-made chips-- she’d have to pour in the cream while it was still hot but maybe that was fine, maybe it would even help melt the chocolate faster. Then “a splash of spirits,” whatever that meant. To taste, perhaps?

Hmm. Speaking of taste, which patisserie was it back in the capital that used to put chilies in their truffles...?

Her good mood returned as she acted upon that stray impulse; she plucked one of the chilies from its bag and started cutting into fine pieces to add to the new mix. Of course, she might be getting a touch ahead of herself, but surely it would turn out alright in the end. These were all flavors she knew would work in chocolates so a little deviation here and there wouldn’t hurt.

The longcase chronometer in the parlor struck four just as she was stirring the pieces into the half-melted lumps.

Hells. She still had to put the noodles on to cook and she hadn’t even started the sauce yet. If she wanted everything to be ready in order to spring her surprise, she’d have to work fast.

That was all right. She’d worked under far worse conditions before.

With a determined nod, Aurelia tucked a stray tendril of hair back behind her ear, turned up the heat on the cream until it began to bubble, and uncorked the cognac bottle. ~*~

Nero was not sure exactly what he should have expected when he opened the cottage door, but the smell of burnt sugar and the sight of a darkened kitchen was concerning, to say the least.

He set the box that had been in his hands upon the nearby table (where, he noted, there was a wrapped box and a vase of fresh-cut flowers she had likely arranged herself) and ventured into the parlor. He found Aurelia sitting in one corner of the sofa, curled in a tight ball with her arms wrapped about her legs and her face buried in her knees. “Before you say anything,” she said, her voice muffled, “don’t.”

His brows arched.

“That bad, is it?”

“You have to ask? You can surely smell it for yourself.”

“I can.” Though he knew it was unwise, he cracked a grin. “...Did you perchance fight an eikon in the kitchen? Is that my surprise?”

Nero received precisely the answer he had expected for that particular bit of cheek: a sound swat to the face with one of the sofa pillows. He ouched as she drew her hand back and made an exaggerated face at her, but Aurelia didn’t take the bait. Instead she made a breathy, angry little hmph!, the sound muffled against her thighs, and tried to angle herself away from his perusal to face the apple-green brocade which covered the sofa’s frame.

“Sweetling-”

“Don’t talk to me,” she huffed. “I’m angry.”

“Yes, I can see that.”

“I’ve made a mess of everything.”

“I don’t see how- well yes, alright, I suppose the kitchen is a bit of a disaster. But it’s naught that can’t be salvaged.” He sat down next to her and smelled chocolate and… something alcoholic. “What happened? You look absolutely gutted.”

Finally she lifted her chin to look at him. Her blue eyes were very dark and very wide and shimmered with suspicious wetness.

"I was going to make dinner for you," she groaned. "I had flowers and a present and I was trying to make-”

“Chocolates.” Aurelia’s face was hard to see in the darkness but he could see her chin bob. “I take it something went awry.”

“A great lot of somethings. And then I was so busy trying to fix what had gone wrong that I burned dinner and-”

“Hush. Come here.” Reluctantly she let him untangle her from her sulk and pull her into his lap, like a tired kitten. “You know I appreciate the gesture, but it wasn't necessary.”

“Yes, it was!"

"How so?"

"I completely forgot last year. You went to all that trouble and I forgot. So I wanted to make it up to you. I thought if I could make it as special as possible-.... never mind.” Aurelia lifted her hands and stared at her chocolate-stained fingers with a disconsolate sigh. “...I’ll clean up the kitchen as soon as I’ve my wits about me.”

“You will do no such thing.” Nero kissed her on the nose, then gave it a tiny tap with his index finger. “You are going to go downstairs and run yourself a bath while I clean the kitchen- once I’ve dialed Mistress Tataru and thanked her for her very timely assistance, that is.”

So that was what that call was about! Seven hells, what had Tataru told him? The look on his face was that of a man hiding an extremely exciting secret, and she didn’t know whether to be apprehensive or curious.

Cautiously, she chose the letter.

“Dare I ask?”

“You can ask all you like,” he grinned, that smile that was so often in turns endearing and infuriating. “Whether you’ll get an answer before I wish to give it remains to be seen.”

Aurelia sighed but felt her lips curve in a smile, some of her humor returning. “Surely cleaning the house was not on your docket for the evening.”

“Of course it wasn’t- but there's really only been a slight change of plans. Once you've had a chance to clean up, you're going to open that gift, and then I’m going to show you how to make proper chocolate-- and how to put it to far more interesting uses than homemade truffles.” Her cheeks felt ablaze with color, and as she watched a mischievous curl crept slowly into his smile. “One good turn deserves another, after all.”

“Is this where I say ‘happy Valentione’s Day’ or somesuch?”

His lips brushed her cheek.

“It's a start,” he said. "And if it hasn't been happy thus far, I am quite confident I can make it so."

#nero x wol #aurelia laskaris #nero tol scaeva #happy valentione's day!#holds up a sign reading 'i'm sorry it isn't spicy'#i'll post that part in kissing book when it's done #chrysalispen writes

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theorynexus · 5 years ago

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59: The Continuing Adventures of Dave and Roxy, as well as the concerns assailing them.

Yay, the Charleston! (Boo the fact that if Jake’s targeted by a sniper, Dave can’t so easily react by slowing down time and tackling him out of the way, or whatever!)

***sagenods, despite never having had anything like his own experience, myself***

It’s good to see that in quantifiable terms, there. Also good to see Dave’s awkward insecurity on the matter never faded away during those recognition stages. It makes it at least 1000% funnier. Ask Colonel Sassacre.

HA! Also: I love to see that paranoia in action, ramping up the comedy value even more and legitimizing my previous statement that this was funny, which some people would consider incredibly rude, probably! It is also interesting to think of the fact that the 30-70% enumeration suggests he goes back and forth as far as which of the two sexes he is apparently considering legitimate “targets” of his interest (troll biology/sexuality didn’t cease to be probably quite different from human reproductive systems, or anything, and Calliope/cherubs in general may very well be hermaphroditic either in a simultaneous or sequential manner, so I obviously have to recognize them here). Obviously, there’s also the possibility he’s just not thinking of such other sexes due to is human upbringing on earth, were intersex members of society are relatively rare, and thus the idea that there are only two sexes tends to widely be embraced by (most, but increasingly not all) members of the Western society/civilization he dwelt in. I don’t blame him for his upbringing: everyone brings their own baggage into their later life.

Yeah... the Stralondes bring some interesting genetic factors to the table. I am not sure how much that actually directly influences things. Part of the issue is probably Bro’s impact on his life, which exposed Dave to a great deal of sexual material and almost undeniably stunted his growth in weird ways. (Note: I do not suggest that his apparent self-labeled bisexuality is a result of his growth being stunted, regardless of the fact that one’s early life does indeed have an impact on one’s later identity; rather, I am merely suggesting that Bro’s influences, while dramatically increasing his capacity for survival in SBURB, and thus technically being instrumental to everything that followed, gave him psychological issues which everyone must admit made him struggle quite a bit over the years. It may be likely that he would have developed the same sexual dispositions regardless of the scars Bro inflicted on him [both emotional and physical], but we can never truly know, for Time is weird: issues are entangled.)

Dirk, you named yourself after a Platonic work! How can you not understand how great and important relationships which reach to the point of bonds between souls and transcend the physicality of sexual relations can be?!?!?!

GAH, I just... sometimes, you really can’t expect reasonable thoughts from this guy, can you?

On the other hand, let’s just all take a moment to celebrate the irony of “... even my harshest critics would never accuse me of such cruelty” from Dirk Strider. Best. Fricking. bundle of words that ever emerged from his mouth, probably.

I would argue that even without the opposition, displays of gender are by no means culturally vestigial in the same way that fashion generally is not. It’s a direct reflection of the soul, projected outward. (Like a person’s hat, or shirt. [Dirk having a hat on his shirt was not just a reflection of the fact that he was “kid bro,” or whatever, but was actually an early suggestion of his Heart aspect.]) Obviously, this is limited by the resources, imagination, and environment/occupation of the individual involved, and there are in fact numerous things which are more important for a person in reality, but that doesn’t mean that it��s something to be dismissed like that altogether.

***cough projected future dramatic irony, cough*** Also ironic insofar as I am not 100% sure he actually cares about Roxy’s identity/gender issues so much as he might find them annoying and boring to be dragged through. Somewhat ironic+hilarious for a fellow Heart player to find this kind of thing unbearable, if so. Maybe it’s just the Prince in him.

It is good of you to be concerned for her well-being, I suppose. Considering it is your own identity that is at issue, here, I would suggest you hold a little more weight, but regardless, this is good. As for the matter of your transformation and dissatisfaction with your hair as it is now: I suppose Dave’s step by step relation of his own journey as made quite an impression on you. Hopefully, you do not feel jealous, but rather, patiently continue to contemplate your own path and, as Alt!Calliope suggests you might think, head toward a more potent and firm+real understanding of your own identity+self. It is okay to be uncertain and questioning, for now. I’m sure the shakiness of first steps will give way to confidence naturally in due time. These things are not easy, obviously, but reaching out to someone who’s had similar struggles is a good choice: it will likely make things easier, especially since he’s someone you can dependably put your trust in, despite his flippant, awkward attitude in general. (Also: on a more abstract note, it is interesting to see Roxy ascribing meaninglessness to her hair choice, and expressing lack of understanding on her identity issues. Very tight writing, on Hussie’s part, making the kids reflect their aspects and struggle so keenly with things relating to them.)

Given the fact that Cherubs naturally have very violent sex and spend eons before their first (and only?) sexual encounter, that’s not really much of an insult, if “virgin” should ever be considered one to begin with. Pompous is definitely more accurate and applicable, though. Also: Hooray, actually saying things, and getting the size of his text back again! (I am not actually really cheering for Dirk so much as I am finding it interesting for the sake of the ongoing conflict acting as an undercurrent to the storytelling, right now. It’s truly fascinating to see two narrators fighting amongst themselves like this! )

Everything about this (especially Alt!Calliope’s confidence and her “’human tanties’” line) is incredibly amusing. I love it.

Lil Cal might beg to differ. But that is a complicated tangent which does not deal with this version of Dirk directly. (Preemptive Edit: Also funny because of the fact that Doc Scratch is literally a walking, talking puppet with a Dirk inside.)

Yes, justifying toying with your friends because you know them and have investment in their lives therefore is indeed very logical, reasonable, and highly rational of you to do. Thank you for this brilliant insight into the human condition.

Oh, so this is now a reference to the Charles Whitman shootings at the University of Texas? That is a very interesting and curious choice to portray Dirk’s derangement with, especially considering the earlier statement about Dirk knowing solitude in a similar manner to Alt!Calliope’s own knowledge of it. (Almost appropriate, considering she basically destroyed the fabric of Paradox Space to kill her brother in cold blood [the way revenge and Eternity are best served], but I guess this is a digression~)

I wonder if he really intends this, or if it is in fact a ruse in order to time things perfectly such that he can in fact shoot Alt!Calliope in Jade’s body without her initially expecting it. Particularly since, if I am thinking of the correct gun, it actually shoots portals that allow for ridiculously long range shots that would normally be impossible.

Wow, that is cold, Alt!Calliope, throwing Rose under the bus like that. Also: I suddenly have “ Do the impossible, see the invisible. Row! Row! Fight the power! Touch the untouchable, break the unbreakable. Row! Row! Fight the power!” playing in my head, as if this were a flash animation. That thought process really puts things in perspective, if this is supposed to be (at least to him) a tale of Dirk fighting against causality and the will of Paradox Space to make things become irrelevant and to fade out of perception.

Guaranteed to blow [somebody’s] mind.

She warned you about---

History repeating itself.

Such anime. Such wonders. Man, this is really fricking interesting, seeing Dirk and Calliope actually going at it on a twinned physical and metaphysical battlefield! It’s like we’re finally being shown a cherub predomination contest in action! (I wonder if Alt!Calliope will eventually fall into caliginous attraction for him. This would be quite amusing.)

Wow, that was probably a bad move taken at an inopportune time. The question is: Is she forced to make that by laws of narrative relevance, or is it a purposeful decision on her part to spitefully turn away from him, despite the likely imminent consequences. On the other hand: This could be a very powerful and shrewd tactic on her part to recruit Dave to serve her purposes. Given his presence at the event, he could either intercept Dirk (I almost called him Bro-- gah!) or save Jake, if led properly. If she is particularly spiteful, she could use him as a sacrificial piece and have him take the bullet instead of Jake, which could be very, very painful to Dirk.

Huh. Despite Terezi’s comment about onions not making people cry, Trolls are inherently averse to them in the same way that dogs are to chocolate, huh? Also, people are Ogres, and Homestuck is Shrek. This is definitely the unadulterated truth. Additionally: Pffft. It seems that the idea that the Green Sun Black Hole’s presence making Roxy’s own void less effective for everyone might be true! Or, alternatively, Dave just knows enough to make the guess. Or both, possibly.

Pffft. She’s oblivious to her own inscrutability! Perfect. XD That said: YES! HECK YES! HECK FRICKING YES, ROXY SHADES!!! :’D (Oh, and shades are a symbol of the Void [not just because they keep out light, but because they block the eyes, which are symbolic of Light and Heart, but more importantly for this, Light], the same way that alcohol and oceans are. Somewhat surprising that she didn’t have a pair of them already, at this point, if we’re being totally honest.)

Yeah, if it was not obvious that the method of Alt!Calliope informing Dave of this threat would be subtle like that rather than a direct statement/command, then I don’t know what is obvious to you guys.

This, psychologically+sociologically, makes a great deal of sense, considering humans seem to have a natural propensity for feeling distasteful towards some sort of “other,” regardless of what it is. Thus, there’s a double-edged sword involved, quite logically, and somewhat saddeningly, to the otherwise open and accepting mentality that humans seem to have socially adopted in their new environment. At the same time, the way that this is delivered is horribly hilarious (tragi-comically so), and I’m barely sorry that I find that to be the case.

Yes. Yes, it was cute, indeed. Sad to see it go, somewhat. But his question is incredibly silly and very awkward, just as is natural for Dave. Thus, I find it acceptable and in-character, not insulting or narrow-minded, as some might.

***laughs alongside them, for indeed, this has all become quite funny, despite the fact that it is a “distaction [sic.]” from the seriousness at hand***

FRICKING... DANGIT, ALT!CALLIOPE, IF THIS TURNS OUT THE WAY YOUR WORDING IMPLIES IT WILL, I SWEAR...!!!

Okay, so you seem to have just used it as a convenient threat, and worded things such that he had time that he didn’t necessarily clearly have in order to basically take two actions instead of one. (His jump to save Karkat could have cost Jake his life, or Dave his.)

As I was going to say, but was prevented from doing due to a belief that it would be better to include these lines too: His statement about her being right about many things clearly, while initially making it seem that he was indeed going to take the shot, heroic death chance or no, almost certainly ensures that this is actually a subterfuge on his part (similar to but a reversal of Caliborn replacing the hats on the king and queen: in this case, he is switching his OPPONENT’s chess pieces’ appearances, making her think he’s targeting one, but is actually going for the other, more crucial target [as should be obvious, given the thematic similarities between Dirk and Caliborn, and the tendency of events in Paradox Space to rhyme with one another]).

Check.

Indeed, indeed. Alt!Calliope senses a similar pattern, quite sensibly, which is fitting with her role as Muse, and her understanding of it. Unfortunately, while she picked up correctly one one such similarity/resonance, it seems she’s missed some others. I do appreciate this comment on immortality, though. I had not actually thought about that, and this makes his potential actions somewhat more benign. (Not that it would render his later actions as such.)

I really fricking appreciate the “no guts no glory” comment coming right before this extremely gutsy reveal on his part. By saying as such, he could easily be ruining his plan, but he just goes ahead and says it anyway. XD BEAUTIFUL writing, right there.

It was less intelligent of him to narrate his own action so long-windedly, but completely in-character. It gave her the time required to interject like that. That said: I bet he’s going to fire via voice command or something like that.

And THAT, my friends, is why you don’t underestimate your opponents, and you should not announce your belief in the futility of their actions to their faces like a stereotypical villain would! Also: WILLPOWER!!!

... Yet this does not end the page, and despite the fact that it would be a magnificent point to end the post, I will not do so. I will first say that I was almost certain Dirk was actually in fact successfully hiding something from her when he was messing with his equipment/tech there [and great foresight on his part, to think this far ahead, by the way], and secondly, shall end the post with the actual page’s ending:

I appreciate his continued devotion to realism in sound effects and whatnot.

To be fair, he could be using that term technically and literally, here, but I also very much do believe that he was not, which is unfortunate. v.v Thus, Alt!Calliope’s question is quite valid. Though my guess is that Dirk’s response will be something along the lines of, “She chose death and you over life with me.” This might make her a “bitch” in the same way that men in prison who are raped are reported to be one, rather than the typical insulting-particularly-to-women version of the phrase. Regardless, this is uncalled for. ~~~ It is nice to see the fact that Alt!Calliope’s text is getting smaller, now, by the way.

I don’t appreciate this mockery/show boating. It’s quite abrasive and distasteful. I do see it as being rather in-line with what I’d imagine his character would do, given the frustrating situation he was previously put in, though. Also: This very much resembles what happened when he was first suppressed. There is much hilarity to be found in that, all things considered. Alt!Calliope was definitely a bit more benign in some ways and objective (most of the time), but that doesn’t mean that there weren’t some major similarities between narrators. Additionally: I do quite love this example of narrative vs. physical action. I only remember Caliborn/LE and Hussie ever engaging in that sort of contest before. Well... you could say that there were a few examples of it with the Exiles and Kids/Trolls (like what Bec did to PM’s station, or Sollux’s defense against CD), but they don’t really feel like they were quiiitee substantive enough to count. Regardless!: Very refreshing and interesting, this style of conflict is! Thanks, AH! ... Buuuut there is just a liiitttle tiny bit left over on the page to comment on, so I’ll get to that. (Oh, also, I totally imagine Jade falling asleep in the classic manner she used to before entering the session, just slumping over with her hands splayed out under her~)

Okaaayyy... if you say so. The fact that tranquilizers can be lethal in doses that are too high does not jive well with your uncertainty, though. Oh, and also: WHAAAAT?! You’re going to leave?! This is a completely unexpected--- Okay, I can’t and won’t keep up that charade when admittedly the couple of pages I read of Homestuck^2 before freaking out and stopping showed a weird-shaped ship that looked vaguely like a flying fish. I had tried to forget about that, but the memory suddenly rushed back to me as I read that bit of narration.

Ehh? Is this suggesting that the Candy epilogue is chiefly narrated by Alt!Calliope? I mean... it would sortof work out logically, given her very pro-Free Will stance, and the association of Calliope with preferring Candy as food... .

Hmm. This further supports that notion. Iiiif that is the case, Dirk stands as the proxy for LE/Caliborn even moreso than otherwise was clearly the case. In retrospect, this makes it pretty gosh darned funny that his head got chopped off along with Jack English and Jack Noir (who, holding English’s “lordly sceptre,” and holding reign over the Felt, was OBVIOUSLY an English stand-in, as well [I still giggle at his sudden use of it like a horse {hitcher} in the middle of the fight]). Very, veeeeerrry interesting. ~~~ I wonder if Dirk was testing the idea of interjecting himself back into the narrative when he said, “Jake’s ass is mine,” twice, earlier. Oh, and credit to Forgotten Homestuck Facts for the pic compilation, earlier.

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perish-after-dark · 5 years ago

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Friendly Gesture

Pairing: Bottom!Rodan x (Mothra, Godzilla, Ghidorah)

Form: Gjinka. Therefore Ghidorah is split into three beings.

Content: Rodan is tied up and kidnapped. His friends come to his aid and while at first, it appears they’ll help him out, it’s soon learned that there’s no harm in enjoying a wrapped gift.

Warning: Tied up folks.

Rodan kicked at the greedy hands of the masked men. They had somehow managed to knock the Latino out and have him bound to this chair in the middle of a smelly warehouse. The bastards dared to strip him of his clothing with nothing but his underwear, his white tube socks, and a fucking gag in his mouth. His hands were tied behind his back against the chair and they ached like hell.

“You’re rather pretty for a freak.” The human man purred as he rubbed his thumb against Rodan’s cheek. Rodan shot his head away to the best of his ability while the man just chuckled. What a coward! If he were really going to harm Rodan at least take off the damn mask.

The guy walks away to his other members as they talk among themselves. Rodan watches them with hate. If these had been simple rope, Rodan could’ve easily burned straight through them, but the fucking idiots were smart enough to use chains instead. Slightly rusted ones too that felt uncomfortable on his rough red skin.

A loud bang could be heard from the industrial-sized door as everyone in the building paused. The leader nods for one of his men to go peek through the small glass window near the opening. He does so and peeks ever so slightly before the glass breaks and he snatched into the darkness outside. He loud screams turning to inaudible gurgles before there was silence.

The leader and the rest of his boys pointed their puny pistols at the entrance, foolishly believing such weak things would protect them from whatever was on the other side and had murdered their friend. Then, a powerful beam of electricity blast through the door, striking one of the men down dead. The leader orders his boys to just start shooting as the figure emerged from the darkness. There’s five of them, all relatively larger than the average man aside from the female, which still impressed, to say the least. Rodan would’ve hollered out with joy if he could.

The men keep shooting though but seemingly not hitting anything. Before long a huge blur of the blue blast through that mixed with the yellow electricity. The men caught in the path were instantly turned to dust. The leader and his right-hand man look at each other before deciding it was time to make a run for it.

But they were unfortunately pounced on by one of the yellow-haired beings, whose fangs flashed brightly before they sunk their teeth into the right-hand man’s neck. The leader watched in horror before making eye contact with the personification of death itself. He was a large man with the stubble of a beard. Very cleary a foreigner. As his friend’s blood started to soak into his mask it was taken off, his face shown with all its glory just before the rumble that came from the creature’s throat grew and a blue light came from its mouth. The human man screams before being blasted into nothingness.

Meanwhile, Mothra looks over the table of documents and graphs. The damn bitches were going to use Rodan for illegal sex trafficking! Bastards!

“Look what we have here.” Ichi snickered as he stepped closer to Rodan, lifting his chin up so their eyes met. “How’s the going solo thing working out for you.” Ichi chuckles at Rodan’s attempt to respond.

“Fucking tired.” Gojira yawned an stretched before scratching at his chest. “What a shitty place. Smells like a school bathroom.” He comments. Mothra neatly piles all the papers together and hands them to her husband.

“Appears our fire boy was going to be a star of a very dirty movie.” She glanced at him, blushing a little at how venerable he looked. It was funny too, especially with the Ghidorah brothers poking fun at him.

“Having fun there?” Kevin teased as he bounced and danced around the chair. “Seems like you need to loosen up a bit.” Kevin keeps laughing until Gojira’s hand is on his shoulder. He moves back, not wanting to create conflict.

“Thank fuck you final-” Rodan was cut off when Gojira shoved his dick down his throat. The others were caught off guard as much as Rodan himself was. But Gojira huffed, humping his hips forward with a slow rhythm as Rodan suckled on his cock. Luckily this wasn’t too hard. The chair was rather low and Gojira himself was a very tall man. So the position was more than convenient.

“C’mon, you’ve deepthroated before. Stop squirming.” Gojira huffs out.

“Knew G man over here would take advantage of the scenario,” Ni comments as he crossed his arms. Of course, he was going to take advantage as well once the leader was done.

“Hope none of the hairs get in ya nose, eh?” Gojira jokes when he holds Rodan’s head all the way to him, forcing the Latino I’ll let the others get some in before I bust it.” He replies before stepping away. Rodan soon finds himself with three dicks in his face, each pulsing for him to take action.

“You son of a bit-” Kevin snatches his head to the right and instantly assaults the back of his throat via mean and furious thrust.

“Calm down man-”

“LET ME ENJOY THIS DAMNIT!!” Kevin instantly yells at his brother for attempting to ruin the moment. He held Rodan’s head down. His eyes rolled back, his tongue fell from his mouth as he drooled and moaned before flooding Rodan’s windpipe with white fluids.

When he pulled out, Rodan coughed up some of the stuff before grinding his teeth at Kevin. But alas, once again he is silenced when two dicks sword fight on his tongue. Ichi and Ni both place a hand on his head, rubbing the large masses they have been granted against the warmth of Rodan’s mouth organ.

“Heh, don’t be too upset love,” Ichi comments. “Those men were going to do the same. And on video no less. At least it is with people you love.” Rodan rolls his eyes before starting to choke a bit when both men pushed their lengths in his mouth. Granted, they didn’t get much further than the head of their dicks, but it was still enough to make Rodan’s cheeks puff a bit. The brothers put their hands on each other’s waist and thrust in sync, moaning sweetly while Rodan groaned with a bit of embarrassment. Between his legs, his smaller wang began to harden up.

He swallowed down the genetic gift of the two men as quickly as possible. The fast it was down his throat the faster the taste was out of his mouth. The two pulled back, satisfied in their used time.

“Okay, are y’all done? Can I get released now?” He says as he huffs for air. That’s when Mothra cheerfully prances towards him with an innocent grin on her face.

“Hello sweetie. Those brutes don’t know how to treat such a precious thing.” She flirts as she caresses his face with two of her four arms. He blushes and can’t seem to pull his eyes away. But then he feels one of Mothra’s hands go into his underwear.

“Huh what are you- OOOhhh” His legs shook when she started to poke at his pucker with no warning, followed by pushing a finger inside. “Oh, I-”

“Sshh, or I’ll put that gag back in your mouth.” Mothra purrs before she starts biting and kissing on his neck. Rodan moans and lets her go on (as if he could do anything to stop her.). She then adds her other hand, moving it up and down his small shaft with a slow rhythm. He gasped and quivered.

“He’s like a blushing virgin.” Gojira booms with laughter. He found it amusing to see the two go at it. He glances at the Ghidorah brothers and starts laughing again. For some reason, Kevin was dancing around hyping up the couple like this were a concert or rap battle.

“M...mothra,” Rodan moaned just as she added another finger in. “Aaah I can’t. I don’t think-”

“It’s all good~ You can cum.” She bites on his neck and he loses it. He spills it all on her hand and pants while she giggled. Removing her hands, she licks and sucks on them before placing a deep kiss on Rodan’s lips, letting him taste himself.

Needless the say, after that evening Rodan became extra vigilant with his surroundings.

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@twilightna and @thegreatbaryonyxreef y’all two are something else XD I respect that.

#slightly nsft #nsft writing #nsft topic

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saint-patrice · 5 years ago

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“Tbh I would like to have the 34 *other* Bergy pics on your shortlist, complete with commentary lolol. And then (if you’re still waiting that is) any other Marchy pics with commentary? xD xD”

here are some more of my favourite marchy pics, complete with my bizarre personal commentary, for anon! the 34 bergy pics can be found here also!

Note: a few people have said they like these posts, so i’m up for taking people’s requests if there’s a particular player they’d like to see! inbox is always open (and anon is on) so just drop me your request and i’ll get working on it :)

okay so this is some absolutely premium cute marchy!! the smile that manages to be completely self-confident yet in no way cocky? the polite little wave as he surveys his audience who, if i recall correctly, were booing him heavily?? oh i do love you mr rat. marchy is fantastic and i have so much respect for the way he deals with his reputation across the league and the excessive amount of shit he gets.he knows what people think of him yet doesn’t seem to let it get to him. i have so much love for him.

KATRINA IS LEGENDARY. before moving on to the part of the image that gave me whiplash when i first saw it, we’re back to talking about brad’s smile. i think i said it in my last post but he really is one of those people who smiles with their whole face - even if you just saw his eyes in this photo you can immediately tell that he’s got that little grin on his face and that’s adorable tbh. now onto the d*lf mug (censored bc i fear the dodgy underground porn blogs these days)… i don’t even know where to start. i feel like he very proudly bought it for himself. and it’s like the only mug he ever wants to drink out of. just my take. i also think the longer hair really suits marchy ngl

ahhh the boys and their dirtbag christmas suits 💛 highlights of this image are the suit jacket that is definitely just one size too small for this absolute man rocket, and the pants with “FRAGILE” plastered all over them - very relatable if not at all festive.

gay rights are stored in the rat!!! i’m glad marchy has been pretty open about his support of LGBT stuff, particularly within hockey. also i feel like some of the stuff he’s said in interviews or social media (esp re: lickgate) manages, even if not intentionally, to be quite diminutive towards implicit homophobia or ‘toxic masculinity’ within hockey. okay maybe that that was poorly expressed but basically he just doesn’t give a shit and appears very open and accepting and i think that’s super nice. this picture also makes for a good reaction image when someone says something dumb

short kings love.jpeg !! a wonderful example of the love that brad shows his teammates on a regular basis, despite his constant chirping. i have no real opinions on torey krug (no h8, i just don’t think i’ve seen that much of him off ice so idk) but him and marchy are quite the duo tbh, i live for their back and forths on twitter - more on that later - and they seem to love each other an awful lot, it’s v cute :^)

that’s my pest™. honestly i think lickgate is one of the best scandals in recent hockey history. when looking for a good image of this is saw an article where some dipshit reporter was outraged about it and was like “how would you feel if someone just came up and liked you?” i mean what if someone just came up and started punching you or hip-checked you into the wall????? hockey is a nasty game a lot of the time, and instead of giving people concussions or broken bones (not that he hasn’t in the past ik…) marchy managed to make opposing teams just as angry, if not moreso, just by licking players. i think it’s fucking hilarious. and most of them took it well in hindsight anyway - i think it was komarov who said he kinda liked it lmaoooooo. peak bradley kevin antics if you ask me

every pic from the china trip has such a special place in my heart. this is just an all-round adorable photo and brad is looking gorgeous in the sunlight and his backwards cap

brad waving the towel in surrender is just about the funniest thing i’ve ever seen someone do in the penalty box… i can’t believe they gave him a 10 minute misconduct for it, something i think they’d wouldn’t have done if it had have been someone else. at least someone in this league has a goddamn sense of humour. the penalty minutes stat in the corner just makes this even better

brad, once again, showing us how we should deal with people talking shit about us - just get on board with it. i love how much he’s just embraced his massive nose and his height and his general reputation. idk if it’s really deliberate but i think it’s such a good message to send, and it makes for some pretty funny stuff too.

brad single-handedly keeps nhl refs in a job. in my bruins drinking game™ you have to take a shot every time the ref has to physically restrain marchy (2 if it’s because he was going to get revenge or fend for bergy) and you could get fucked off that alone during some games. it was nice to see him not actually get suspended this year, but i will always love that he’s such a physical player and quite the pest on the ice :))

me: *slaps helmet of brad marchand* this bad boy can fit so much personality.

really though, can you believe he’s managed to squeeze more charisma into only 5 feet and 9 inches than 85% of the league combined… very cute picture, and always lovely to see him by bergy’s side on the ice where he belongs

oh my goddddddd how fucking cute is this though!!!! the hat! the dad energy those jeans and the boots give off!!! his face!! his little daughter!!!!! i can’t take it, my heart is going to burst.

(gif via @kureally) this is also just so cute, i need a minute. brad has some very powerful eyebrows and this gif displays them wonderfully. this section of behind the b was also pretty sweet all round, and i agree with pasta that the hair is looking pretty first class

(gif via @murlin09) i am not like into marchy (no tea no shade if u are though), but this gif… whew. i’ll let you come to your own conclusions on this one, gang

i was not lying when i said more on the brad-torey social media antics earlier. there are some truly iconic chirps (the zamboni one is lethal), but this self-roast just kills me every time. i never once thought i’d read a tweet from the official brad marchand twitter account that opened with “hey shorty” but here we are. “my nose wouldn’t fit” i astral projected the first time i read that. and if you’re wondering what torey said to prompt this, it was simply “hey marchy”. it doesn’t take much for brad to light on you, huh? we better watch our backs

definitely a favourite marcheron pic right here - the pucks and paddles (i still think that’s a questionable name but maybe that’s a me issue) content is always top notch. if you can find the video, it’s even better, but this picture captures the general energy of the video perfectly. the only thing missing is that brad’s feet aren’t actually on the floor because the height difference is so pronounced that bergy has to lift him. beautiful

return of the cute brad smile!! a cute yet mischievous little grin, i can only assume he’s restraining himself from laughing at m*tthews fivehead (although who is he to talk with that schnozz. at least he rocks it tbf 👃🏻). not sure blue is really his colour but he’s going for it anyway. that’s my all star!

it’s been days since this photo first surfaced and i haven’t stopped palpitating. the cutest photo ever, they all look so happy and i love that!!! also how are their wives so beautiful….!? oh my every pixel of this image is just stunning

i know i included this in my last bergy list but if they can name new york twice i think i can put this on 2 lists, because lord knows it’s even more iconic. i feel like this is a good metaphor for brad marchand: getting up to no good, although still relatively harmless, all the while supported by the considerably more sensible, yet still entertaining, patrice bergeron. additionally, another excellent display of the oft-overlooked fact that this man is built like a motherfucking tank. holy shit

i wish i could see these boys in suits without my brain immediately trying to think of some sort of au. anyway, i really like this look on brad (unpopular opinion - i love his loud checkered suits as a concept but i don’t think they look good). although he has dark hair, strong eyebrows, and dark facial hai, the all black actually looks really good on him. coffee in hand really adding to the look too - well done, brad “fashionista” marchand.

ahhhhh i love nothing more than family man marchy 💛 his daughter is adorable - those tiny jerseys kill me - and i love that his son is wearing the all-star jersey omg how cute (he is definitely going to end up taller than brad lmao)

sometimes i forget that brad is short and then i see photos like this (brandon is 6′5 for reference)…amazing. i relate to the lady on the left on a spiritual level. brad’s face is a mood and a half. his feet are half a foot of the ice at least. i adore this photo.

(gif via @brandoncarlo) absolutely one of my fav things about watching bruins games is how brad and patrice will always find each other during a celly - nothing beats the 100 hug. this is also just a very satisfying skating gif that i love.

last but very very very far from least is this. there is literally no need for me to make any comment on this so i’m just going to leave it and go. bradley kevin marchand you are iconic and ily

ayyy this was super fun to do, thank you for requesting it anon, i hope you like!! again, i’m absolutely up for taking requests for more of these lists so hmu if you have ideas :)

#my bergy post was pure thirst for the most part #this is just me appreciating the true iconicness that is marchy #the effort i went to to not use 'iconic' every third word...bc he just is #answered #Anonymous #bruins photos compilations #bruins #marchand

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twistedtummies2 · 4 years ago

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Birthday Belly (LeonaXReader)

I wrote this yesterday for my own birthday. I didn’t really go into this with much of a plan, this story is 99% just me freestyling and whipping out some self-indulgent nonsense involving Leona Kingscholar and his appetite. It came out to about 4000 words, which is relatively short for MY stories on here. XD Hopefully you all will enjoy it.

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Living at the Ramshackle Dorm had, you thought, left you almost impervious to surprises. The 999 Happy Haunts who inhabited the old manor house had tried nearly every trick up their capes to spook you and shock you, and after dealing with so many dark mages for so long – facing demigods and fairy princes along the way – you didn’t think much could startle you. Today, you were going to be proven wrong. You sighed with some relief, removing your obligatory birthday sash and letting it drape over the arm-rest of the sofa as he leaned back and closed your eyes. Back in your homeworld, you had never really been much of a party person. You had never much cared for crowds, even among people you knew well; part of the joy of being one of only two (living) beings who called Ravenswood Manor home was that you were able to find privacy and peace fairly easily. However, despite not being a mage, and despite being so lonely there, your friends and the school itself had gone to a great deal of trouble to provide you with a party. You smiled wearily as you eyed the streamers and other decorations strung about your ground floor rooms. A huge banner reading “Happy Birthday…!” and followed by your name was hung over the fireplace, and piled up next to the spot where you’d installed your television and other such things was a stack of presents you had gotten from all your friends.

Ace had given you a set of playing cards and poker chips, winking as he promised to give you a chance to put them to use. Deuce, meanwhile, had been much more sensible, purchasing some cooking apparel he knew you could put to good use. Riddle Rosehearts, meanwhile, brought you some cherry tarts he and Trey had made together. Cater Diamond also appeared, and had bought a new external drive for your laptop computer. “I would have gotten you a new phone,” Cater had smiled. “But I didn’t think you needed one. Speaking of, BIRTHDAY SELFIE! COME ON OVER HERE…!” Idia hadn’t stayed for the party, but his brother Ortho had been happy to pop in. The two had pitched their cash together to buy you a new game system, along with a new game to play on it. Idia had personally sent a birthday card, as well; according to Ortho, his hands had been shaking so much trying to figure out what to write in it, he thought his brother’s fingers might fall off. All Idia had written in the card was, “Have a nice day,” probably because he had freaked out at the thought of saying anything else. Poor dear. Somebody – you weren’t sure who – had very, VERY wisely remembered to invite Malleus Draconia, who came with Silver. Silver spent most of the party sleeping, but Malleus had been kind enough to bestow a gift of his own, in the form of a leatherbound edition of The Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe. Naturally, Kalim had shown up, tugging Jamil along behind him. Each had a different gift to give: Kalim had brought a VERY expensive looking carpet, done in the ornate styling of his homeland. “It’s been in my family for…um…uh…” he had paused to try and count the years on his fingers…and eventually ran out of fingers AND toes to count on. “…A very, very long time! Like…SUPER long! I thought it might look nice in your bedroom or the ballroom or something! It’s, uh…it’s not too much, is it?” Gods bless that Baby Otter. He needed so many hugs. Jamil’s gift had been much more reserved: a mancala game box, which he had presented all while trying not to blush under his black hood. Vil had stopped by for a short while; he’d only stayed briefly, claiming the “decadent atmosphere of your gloomy domicile” would mess up his hairdo. (Go figure.) However, he had kindly brought you a gift in the form of custom-made suit of clothes he had ordered from his own personal tailor: some of the finest and most formal wear you had ever seen in your life. “Now you can actually look halfway presentable, instead of resembling a half-baked potato, next time there’s a big event,” he had smiled, as if he had been doing you a tremendous favor. Well. With clothes like this, you weren’t going to argue or complain. Azul had stopped for a brief “hello and goodbye” visit; he actually wanted to stay longer – Floyd, who had been with him, seemed particularly sad he couldn’t stay and squeeze his favorite “Little Shrimp” half to death all afternoon and evening…and in his case, that phrase was probably literal – but the Mostro Lounge was open that day, and he didn’t want to leave Jade in charge of things alone for TOO long at the office. The octopus man had brought you a bracelet covered in small seashells: simple, but surprisingly sweeter than you had expected. Floyd, meanwhile…he just hugged you. “What’s a better present for Shrimpy than a nice, tight SQUEEZE from their bestest, most favorite eel-person…riiiiiiight?” The safety of your spine and lungs demanded you agree and hug Floyd back. Ruggie and Jack had been among the first to show up. The latter had brought a hastily-wrapped DVD: a movie entitled “The Wolf of Pumpkin Hollow.” “I didn’t get this because I actually care,” he had clarified, looking everywhere but at your face and scratching the back of his white-eared head. “Just…everyone else would have thought it was rude if I didn’t get you something. Not that it matters what they think! Just…didn’t want to have to put up with it.” He was such a puppy. He truly was. Not only was Ruggie one of the first to arrive, he turned out to be THE first to give you your gift: a box of doughnuts. All glazed. “My grandma used to tell me: ‘Ruggie, get people the same kinds of gifts you’d want them to get you.’ Well, I can’t think of much I want more than doughnuts!” he sang out with an innocent smile. “You just wanted to have some to eat yourself, didn’t you?” you couldn’t help but smirk. Ruggie had gasped, seemingly offended…only to eventually ask if he could have some. The four remaining doughnuts – which you had to sneak away while the hyena wasn’t looking – were now on a plate in your fridge. You’d eat them later. Others had come and gone throughout the day; none of them had gifts to bring, but they had been happy to pop in, give well-wishes, and enjoy the party for a while. Now, however, all the guests were gone; even Grim had left, as you had asked him for some alone time that night. He and the gang from Heartslabyul were going to have a sleepover as a result. Despite the smile on your face as you looked over at your gifts, there was a hint of sadness to your expression. The one person whose presence you’d been looking forward to most hadn’t come. You’d asked his dorm-mates if they knew where he was or what he was doing, but none of them told you. Most of them very clearly had no clue…except for Ruggie. You got the feeling he DID know, he just wasn’t telling. Honestly, that didn’t settle your mind much. Your smile faded completely, and you closed your eyes once more, sighing through your nose…this time with a hint of despondency. Had he forgotten it was your birthday? Was he with somebody else right now? Maybe he was sleeping somewhere, like the big, lazy kit he was…some part of you – you couldn’t tell what part – kind of hoped that was all it was. He probably wasn’t hurt or sick…if he had been you’d think Ruggie would have told you… You glanced out the window. Evening was turning into night. You huffed softly through your nostrils, and stretched a bit where you sat. The party had worn you out more than you thought. You shook your head to clear it of your more perturbing thoughts, and began to wonder if you should just get to bed early tonight… A knock came at the door, jolting you to a more attentive state. You stood up from the ouch and headed out through the hall to the foyer. You wondered who it was…had one of the guests left something behind? As you approached the door, you adjusted your pristine white suit – another obligatory item for those celebrating a birthday at Night Raven College – which must have made whoever was on the other side impatient: they knocked again. “One moment, I’m here!” you called out, and opened the door. “Who’s-?” You froze, the word “there” dying before it ever reached your larynx. The first thing your eyes took in was the familiar, dimly-glowing pair of green ones staring back at you, as well as the dark mane and leonine ears and tail that accompanied their owner. A scar was slashed across one of the two eyes. The second thing – and the one that truly made you freeze – was the ENORMOUS, bare belly that was only inches away from you. The skin was tanned and smooth and supple-looking, the organ swollen to the size of a large watermelon, and only slightly less taut. The navel looked like the center of a maelstrom, drawing your attention towards that bloated gut as it let out a deep, burbling rumble…just before a black-clad hand slapped over it, hiding it from sight. At the same time, another hand suddenly scooped itself under your chin…and you found your head being tilted up, your eyes now locking on a pair of perfect-looking, velvety lips…which then parted to reveal a gaping, red mouth, dripping with saliva and framed by two rows of pointed, pearly fangs. You barely had time to take in the view of this glistening, slimy orifice…before your ears rang and your nose crinkled as two words were burped up. Right in your face. “HAAAAPPY…BUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP-DAY!” The belch was followed by a light sigh and a chuckle as Leona Kingscholar patted his stomach proudly. It jiggled at his touch. He smirked as he took in your expression: a loopy, flushed look was on your face. You were swaying so much that if he removed his hand from under your chin at that moment, you might have just toppled over. “Hm-hm-hmmm…did you like that?” he purred, smoothly. You nodded dumbly, still smiling a loopy, dazed smile as the sound reverberated in your ears, and your nose tingled from the lingering odor of the lion’s gut gas: a strong, heady, meaty smell that twined through the pockets of your gray matter, practically putting you in a trance for several long seconds. Finally, you found your voice. “…Where have you been?” “Preparing your present,” Leona said, as if that should have been obvious, and gently nudged you back as he entered the house and swaggered past you. With every step, his hips swung, and you found your blush seemed to be permanent as you watched them rock and sway as he strutted towards the living room. You followed him as if a leash had been tied ‘round your neck, and watched as he flopped onto your couch, gut sloshing with every little motion of his form. He was dressed in his usual clothes, but his gut was so massive it caused his mustard-colored shirt to ride up, exposing his belly to the world. The lion demi growled as he reached down; his waistband was still buttoned up, and clearly it was causing him discomfort. His fingers fumbled for the belt buckle…and he frowned as he couldn’t quite get it to cooperate. “Tch. Figures,” he grumbled. “After that entrance…pain in my ass…” The familiar phrase snapped you out of your stupor, and you chuckled, rolling your eyes. You sat down next to your princely boyfriend, and shooed his hands away. He frowned, growling indignantly, but allowed you to fiddle with his buckle, and finally managed to work it off… POPK! ZZZRRRIIIP! GUHBLORLSH! Leona let out a sound between a sigh and a grunt as – the moment the buckle was released – his trouser button gave up the ghost, popping open as the zipper flew down, the sheer weight and pressure of his belly forcing them open. He sighed as his belly poured into his lap like a mass of mocha-colored dough, wobbling as it noisily burbled. “UUUUUUUURRRRRRRROOOOOOOOAAAARRRRRRRP!” he belted out. “Oof…that felt good…” You blushed bright red, helpless to do anything but nod; you were already starting to tremble at so many…APPEALING things happening all at once. Leona smirked anew as he noticed your expression, leaning back a little further against the sofa cushions as his scarred eye flashed with a superior gleam. “You didn’t think I forgot, did you?” “How much did you eat?” you asked, marveling at the size of his belly as you fingers fidgeted and twitched, looking for something to do. You suddenly felt a little parched… “Mmmmm…not enough,” Leona growled, and grinned wider, revealing his pointed teeth. “I could fit more in there, I’m sure…” He licked his lips in a sultry, almost inviting way. You couldn’t keep yourself from letting out a shaky, shuddering sound as you shivered, a mixture of warmth and cold flickering across your spine. Leona chuckled – his gut bounced with his mirth, and tilted his head back with a sigh. “Ahhhhhh…went to my favorite buffet and helped myself,” he elaborated as he gave his belly a few hearty slaps. “Pure meat, every ounce.” You nodded slowly, dumbly. Leona snorted through his nose, raising an eyebrow as he saw you openly ogle his stomach. “Hmph. Are you just gonna stare at it all night, Herbivore?” he grunted. He waited till you looked up at him before going on: “Go ahead. It’s not gonna rub itself.” Your heartbeat quickened and you smiled widely. Leona grimaced and snarled. “Oi…just rub, don’t gimme those eyes…you look like that brat back home…” You chuckled – it was hard not to giggle, honestly – and gratefully helped yourself to your “present.” Your hands quickly fell over Leona’s bloated gut as he stretched his arms over the back of the couch. You scooted closer, and quivered at the intense warmth of the half-lion’s greedy, globular gut. Your palms and fingers began to lightly run across his girth, stroking his belly, just to get a feel of the texture and temperature. His flesh was silky-smooth, making it so hard to resist just pressing your face against it and nuzzling into his belly… You did resist though. At least for the moment. Instead, your fingers began to knead and massage the belly of your beau, pressing down onto the thick soup you could feel churning away inside his bowels. You prodded experimentally, almost as if trying to distinguish each bit of food from the next…but there was no way you could. Whatever Leona had gobbled up was now little more than a uniform mush being swirled about by his strong stomach muscles. His insides warbled and rumbled, as if in response to your ministrations. Leona sighed, closing his eyes and savoring the way you massaged his distended tanker. In truth, the lazy lion didn’t need much of an excuse to stuff himself…but you didn’t care that much. Whether he did this for himself, or for you, as he claimed, the end result was the same. “Mmmmm…that’s it…keep it up,” he mumbled. “Wasn’t planning on stopping,” you said, more to yourself than him, but he snickered anyway. “Heh heh…good. Prey like you should be happy to have a chance like this,” he said, and playfully patted your cheek, causing your blush to intensify. A spike of ego shot up in you, and you purposefully pressed down harder against his stomach. It let out a HUMONGOUS groan, and Leona’s eyes widened and his cheeks ballooned…before he let out another sloppy, rumbling belch. “BUUUUUUUHHHHHHHUUUUUUUURRRRRRLLLLLLLUUUUUUP! Haaah…oi. Not so rough,” he growled, narrowing his eyes at you, tail lashing and thumping against the sofa cushions. “Sorry,” you smiled innocently. “You had so much hot air in there, it clearly had to be let out.” Leona’s eyes narrowed further. “I could turn you into dust right here and right now,” he said, warningly. “I guess you could,” you said, smoothly, and then traced a finger around the rim of his deep, dark trench of a navel. The effect was instantaneous. Leona tensed up for a second, inhaling sharply through his teeth…then sighed and relaxed, all but melting into his seat, eyes fluttering closed again as he purred louder than ever. You smirked triumphantly, as you stuck your finger into his navel and wiggled it around a bit. “Still want to turn me into dust?” you teased. Leona could only moan. He moaned even louder as you cupped one hand on the underside of his belly: the softest, warmest, most sensitive portion of his abdomen. You gently rubbed your hand against them, and traced your fingers over his sides. You could hear his toes curl in his boots; his tail you could SEE curl into a spiral shape as he bit his lip with pleasure. “I’ll take that as a no,” you observed, a dreamy sort of sigh upon your lips as you were honestly enjoying this just as much as he was, a fact you made clear you when you half-consciously murmured: “You’re so SOFT…” “Mmmm…I’ll be softer once it’s all digested,” Leona mumbled. “Vargas is probably gonna complain…think he’d pester me about that stuff if I ate ‘im?” “I think if you ate Coach Vargas, you’d just get a bellyache,” you said, not wanting to add that someone as egotistical as Leona eating someone as showboating as Vargas probably meant all the weight would to his head… …Cracks like that weren’t funny, and could get you bitten. The second part you didn’t mind as much as one might think, to be fair. …You really needed to see a shrink… Leona just scoffed, unaware of your thoughts as you continued to rub and massage his belly. You gave the side of his belly a few hearty thumps, watching the way his belly shifted and jiggled like a water balloon. His stomach groaned and churned rhythmically, squelches and squeals of liquid being compressed and stirred echoing just beneath the luscious skin of the half-lion prince. It sounded like a huge vat of semi-solid mash being pumped and processed in a factory…a sound some might have considered nauseating, but you just bit your lip, rubbing and kneading more vigorously as you heard pockets of gas being released. As you kneaded and pressed down, Leona would BELCH and BURP periodically. Each was short and low, which only made you rub his gut more vigorously. He gave you a bored sort of look as he realized what you were doing. “Didn’t get enough to drink at your party, did you, you thirsty little Herbivore?” “Not even close,” you responded, without skipping a beat. Leona rolled his eyes, and held up a finger in a “one moment” gesture. He then curled that same finger down, balling that hand into a fist…and pumped his fist against his chest once, twice, thrice…before unleashing a true wall-rattler, which flapped his lips and made him go crosseyed. “GYYYYUUUUUHHHHHEEEEERRRRRWWWOOOOAAAAARRRRRIIIIIPLK!” Leona sighed as the eruption came to an end, and snorted as you squeaked at the sound. “Happy now?” he drawled boredly. “Very,” you peeped, patting his belly thankfully. Leona rolled his eyes as he scratched the side of his gut with his leather-tipped fingers, making it slosh under your palm. You quivered. His lips quirked. “Tch. You’re such a snack,” he muttered. “It’s amazing nobody’s already gobbled you up…” “Just lucky so far, I guess,” you shrugged, and scratched his belly with your own fingers. Leona let out a non-committal rumble…then smirked a bit. “We could fix that, you know,” he purred in a slippery, sly way. You froze, and looked up at him slowly, a little confused and slightly apprehensive. Leona smiled back, eyes half-lidded; the dominant, powerful, but affectionately amused smile that always left you shivering for all the right reasons. Then, one of his his hands lifted, and cupped your cheek. He brushed a thumb against it, and you smiled gently back… …Just before that same hand slid forward, and wrapped around the back of your head. “Here,” he growled, commandingly, as he began to force you downwards. “Listen. Feel.” You didn’t have much choice, and it wasn’t as if you would disobey if you could. You surrendered easily as he eased you down against his belly, pressing your head down and holding it firmly, curling his hand so one of your was right above his navel. You felt your chest flutter as the warmth of his body was now right up against your face, and the deep, thick GRRRROOOOLLLLLLG sounds of his ever-hungry belly echoed in your ear like rolling thunder. You stayed perfectly still; time and place seemed to fade into nothingness. All that mattered was the moment: you were hypnotized by his belly, barely conscious of anything. He started speaking, but it took you a few seconds to realize what he was even saying. “…I’d you’d like it, huh?” were the first words you made out, followed by still more: “I could swallow you alive, Herbivore. You’d slither right down my throat, curl up in my stomach…and never come out. I’d just fall asleep, and let you stay there. It wouldn’t have to hurt: one big burp, and your air would be history. Then, you’d go straight to my hips…my thighs…my ass…even my belly. Every part of me you love most.” He paused, purring as his stomach let out a greedy, longing rumble. “How does that sound for your birthday, Herbivore?” he crooned. “How would you like to spend your birthday – your LAST birthday – turning into more of the body you’re so in love with. To be the snack you’re supposed to be. To spend the rest of eternity as just a part of me.” None of these were spoken as questions. You shivered and let out a whimpering sound – not necessarily one of fear, either – as you heard him lick and smack his lips. He leaned down and sniffed at you, purring in the back of his throat. “Mmmmmmm…I could make that happen. Right here. Right now.” You bit your lip; as his stomach rumbled, you closed your eyes. You could picture yourself inside of there…partially submerged in acid and bubbling goo…embraced on every side by his powerful muscles…hearing him belch with satisfaction above and around you…rubbing over you as you were steadily digestedinside of him… You took longer than most people probably would before speaking. “I know you could,” you said, very softly, then added, “Maybe someday you will.” Leona blinked…then puffed with amusement, his smile growing slightly more affectionate as he ran his fingers through your hair the way a cat might. “Not ready to make this birthday your last, huh?” You opened one eye and carefully shook your head. “If it means next year I could get one as good as this, or better, definitely not,” you responded, without skipping a beat. Leona clucked his tongue, and removed his hand, letting it rest against the back of the sofa. He chuffed as your remained where you were, despite no longer being forced down. “Kinky little morsel,” he mumbled. “Guilty,” you responded in a slightly muffled voice as you freely nuzzled his abdomen, smirking as he purred anew, clearly enjoying it. Leona chuckled, and nudged you, indicating he wanted you to look up at him again. You did…and watched as his cheeks ballooned with gas as he caught a particularly low, gassy burp in his mouth… “HHHHRRRRMMMMLLLLRRRRPH…phoosh.” …Before blowing the residual fumes into your face, almost like a kiss. You nearly fainted dead away. Leona grinned. “Good?” was all he said. “Marry me now.” Leona barked out a laugh and gave your hair a ruffling, then shut his eyes and reclined peacefully once more. “Get back to rubbing, meat,” he growled. “Or I might just swallow you whether you want it or not. Don’t let your gift go to waste.” You smiled and eagerly got back to work, kissing and nuzzling and rubbing his belly worshipfully, without any sign of restraint. Leona’s purring heightened as you pampered his plumpened middle. “Mmmmm…happy birthday, Herbivore,” he growled. “Maybe next year, I’ll add you to my hips…” At the rate things were going…that was starting to sound like a promise more than anything else. If so…you could hardly wait till next year.

The End

#leona kingscholar #leona #disney #twisted wonderland #kink fic #fanfic #vore teasing #post-stuffing #belly goodness #belching #burping #birthday story

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introvert-celeste · 5 years ago

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Amethyst meeting with the fam at the ball?

I have to reiterate that I literally got most of the prompts in my inbox, including this, sometime in January, and I apologize for how late it is. I hope you like! There probably wasn’t nearly as much angst in this scene as I made it out to be, but I’ve been a ball of anxiety lately and I wrote this to decompress XD

Amethyststood unsteadily, testing her new limb enhancers as she ignored the judgmentalglare of the Peridot beside her. The foreign instruments felt uncomfortableconnected to her skin, making her extremities tingle where they ended and herbody began. She was still recovering from the installation process, a small zapon each limb to disrupt her form making it easier to interface with theenhancer’s technology, or so the Peridot grumbled irritably in response toAmethyst naïve and intrigued questions.

She took afew steps, wobbling from the unexpected weight and height. She had shapeshiftedto this height plenty of times before, but they seemed to hang awkwardly offher body. They were clearly not made for a gem as tactile as a Quartz.

“Wow, thesesure are…different,” Amethyst affirmed, not wanting to seem ungrateful. “Theyfit pretty good, I think.”

“I wouldthink so,” the Peridot scoffed. “They’re made to your specific measurements.” Asan extra dig, she added, “You’re lucky Blue Diamond has made such exceptionsfor a gem like you.”

“Yeah?”Amethyst replied, trying to sound more curious than offended.

She rolledher eyes, the offense implied. “Yes. Defective gems are normally shattered onsight, and you are very lucky the Diamonds have granted you mercy.” She stoodto see Amethyst out of her station. This Peridot was clearly Era 1, as her fullheight almost matched Amethyst’s simulated size. “Now, you may go.”

Hobblingdown unfamiliar corridors, Amethyst closely followed the directions Pearl hadgiven her before she left. Clinging close to the righthand wall, she tried toremain as unnoticeable as possible. She had no shame in her size, not anymore,but the Peridot’s words still managed to wriggle under her skin and the limbenhancers did nothing to dispel her shame. If anything, they emphasized her size, making her defect all the more obvious to passing gems who no doubt heldthe same prejudices.

Miraculously,Amethyst found her way to the ballroom without incident, drawing littleattention to herself, however the crowd of gems that gathered in the confinesof the room made her want to sink through the floor. There were so many gemsaround her, she could scarcely see the far wall, save for the looming thronesof the three, currently absent Diamonds. Pink’s was barely visible, and it was amiracle that she could pick out Steven’s bored and impatient form beyond thethrong, Pearl standing impassively on one side and Connie seated on the other.

At the veryleast, the sight of familiar faces put her at ease a little.

“You’relate,” she heard an oddly familiar voice his at her gruffly. She turned to findan Amethyst beside her, looming over her despite the limb enhancers. Her heavybangs—which hung over her eyes—and notedly restrained composure said she wasnot an Amethyst she knew, certainly not one from Prime. Likewise, all of thesoldiers around her matched this Amethyst in both appearance and composure,quietly judging her.

“S-sorry,I’m uh…new here,” she stammered, smiling apologetically.

The Amethystsmirked. “Yeah, we know.” She pointed toward the crowd. “Just get in line. PinkDiamond’s gems stand over there.”

“You aren’tPink Diamond’s gems?”

“Does itlook like we are?” She laughed, turning her back before Amethyst could answerand returning to her own group, undoubtedly belonging to Blue’s court.

Despite thehumiliating encounter, Amethyst was undeterred. After all, they were not a partof her court, where she would, at the very least, find gems that hadpersonalities similar to her own. At least the gems in front of her didn’t giveher dismissive looks, instead opting to smile blankly ahead. Even at thisdistance, she could hear their droning, repetitive, pleasant greetings andSteven’s weary responses. In their awe of “Pink Diamond,” she was thoroughlyignored, and that was just what she wanted.

While shewaited, she began to fiddle with her enhancers. Having gotten used to walking,she found that the sensation was easy to ignore, as well, however awkward anduncomfortable they may be. Worried about losing one of her fingers, she focuseddeeply on keeping them all aligned, until she found that it didn’t take nearlyas much mental energy as she thought it did. In her idle waiting, she began tofiddle with them, levitating them up and around her head and over the heads ofthe gems in front of her, testing it’s reach. She couldn’t hope to understandthe actual functions of the limb enhancers, but this was simple enough tograsp.

As she camecloser, she once again caught a familiar sight: Amethysts among other Quartzes,but they were still too far away to recognize. They stood together, sometalking excitedly while others cast weary glances at the talkers and whisperedamong themselves. A small hope overcame Amethyst, but she didn’t dare setherself up for disappointment.

“Hi, how’sit going?!” She called to the nearest group, emboldened by her friendlyinteraction with “Pink Diamond.”

At the veryleast, she was sure it would impress these gems despite her obvious flaw, evengreater than the Blues she met earlier. When she approached the gatheredsoldiers, however, all she received were stony, distrustful gazes andnon-discrete whispers behind hands. They still wore the blue insignia, but itwas clear by their demeanor that this was not their original court, standoffishbut lacking the cold composure of their counterparts. They didn’t even graceher with a response, as the Blues had done, instead gathering closer into theirgroups, drawing away from her as if she were contagious. “Earth” came up justas frequently as “defect” and “small,” until she wasn’t sure which repulsedthem more.

She hunchedher shoulders uncomfortably, wishing again to disappear. If it weren’t forSteven, she would have already left, ditching her new appendages at the door,but she had to stick it out. She had to make the most of her situation, for hissake, but that didn’t lessen the weight of her limb enhancers, grown heavier under the scrutinizing gazes of strangers.

“Em?” Sheheard suddenly, then more excitedly. “8XM?!”

A volley ofshushes sounded around them, maintaining the crowded yet eerily quietatmosphere.

Amethystspun around, nearly toppling over to find the source, apprehension and adesperate excitement washing over her in equal measures. In a far corner, asmall group stood gathered away from the others, who began shooting weary looksat them now, but it hardly mattered as recognition dawned on her. Beforeshe had time to react, the caller broke from the group and strode toward her,sweeping her up in a tight embrace, ignoring the complaints of the other gems.

“8XL!”Amethyst cried, relief washing over her. “What’re you doing here?”

“I could askyou the same question,” she chuckled, holding her back at arm’s length, partially to look at her and partially to steady her. “Ithought you’d be smart enough to go back to Earth while you still could.”

“It’s a longstory…” Amethyst trailed off, smiling apologetically.

“And is thatthe human you nabbed from the zoo?” She questioned, her expression growing moreperplexed.

Amethystshrugged, unsure where to start and not wanting to waste this short timegetting into particulars. “Also a long story. All’s I can say is Steven is PinkDiamond, half human and half gem.” She stood up taller, diamond-saluting her in mockseriousness. “By helping us rescue him from the zoo, you have done your civicduty to our great and powerful overlord. You will be rewarded greatly for yourbravery.”

8XL rolledher eyes good-naturedly. “Yeah, I’m sure he’ll repay us so handsomely forscaring him half to death with that prank.”

The othersbegan to gravitate toward them, her relief reflected onto their own faces.There was a handful of Amethysts from her own kindergarten, as well as a coupleJaspers from Beta, who stuck out even among the variety of gems attending theball. All of them seemed to stick out, despite the lack of variation among theAmethysts, and she noticed that the other gems looked at them in the same waythey looked at her.

“Where’severyone else?” She asked, accepting a round of hugs from her fam, thankful forthe familiar crowd around her to block out the strangers.

“Back at thezoo,” 8XL replied, a twinge of disappointment in her voice.

“Why?”

One of theJaspers crossed her arms defensively, knitting her brows together. “We got aninvitation saying some of us could attend, and Holly chose the ones whowould be the least likely to embarrass her. The ones who aren’t as loud andobnoxious…or defective.”

“As ifanyone knows who she is,” the other Jasper agreed vehemently, glaring at thesuspicious soldiers nearby. “But clearly everyone knows who we are.”

This time, it was 8XL’s turn to shush them, raising her palms in caution as the whispering increased around them. Now was not the time to speak ill of higher-ups, however obscure they may be, and more attention was the last thing they needed. Like Amethyst, they were here based on technicalities. If it weren’t for their connection to Pink Diamond, all of them would have likely been shattered sooner or later, whether from physical defects or on some obscure battlefield, conquering in the name of Homeworld. They were kept relatively safe at the zoo, subjected to Holly’s bullying, while Amethyst was lucky enough to emerge after the war ended. No one wanted to jeopardize that good fortune now.

Murmurs began to roll over the crowd as they gathered in their respective spaces, looking expectantly toward the doors. 8XL tugged at her elbow, dragging her into the corner they commandeered for the occasion.

“Come on, the ball is about to start,” she whispered. “At least I went to one of these on Earth, before the war. I’ll show you a dance or two before the Diamonds get settled.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Amethyst chuckled, placing herself among her fam, feeling oddly at home, despite having only met these gems once. At the same time, however, a quiet fear began to build inside her at the thought of losing touch with them again. There was no telling when she would see any of them again. So, after a moment of silence, she added, “maybe when all this is over, you guys can come back with us…to Earth. I can put in a good word with ‘Pink Diamond’ or something. Does that sound nice?”

There was pain behind 8XL’s grin, as if she knew that it would never be as simple as that. “That does sound nice. Someday.”

#steven universe #asks #my writing #amethyst #famethyst #this was a lot longer and angstier than I planned but here it is

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bards-witcher · 6 years ago

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gasp! another ohmcat shipper! What if for a Drabble request, it was werewolf Ohm and Tyler who loves All Dogs?

I’m so sorry this took so long, and I’m sorry if it’s not exactly what you asked for but I hope you like it and I’d be happy to write something else for you if you want :)

So in this, I had it where werewolves don’t turn every full moon but only a few times during the year, and also there's a bit based off of a post I saw on a myth where Werewolves could turn human during the change from someone they loved so I hope that kinda clears that bit up. XD

[Ohm POV]

He prowled the streets in his dog form, preferring to spend his days like this than in his human form, knowing that people would be more sympathetic to a dog than a man.

He was currently rummaging through an overturned bin when a shout caught his attention and he felt his heart sink with dread, two men from the pound had blocked his exit, taking a moment to quickly glance around himself to see anything which can aid in his escape, there was none.

Slowly the men started to approach him, remaining side by side so he couldn’t slip between them, but he stayed, waiting for them to get a bit closer before making his move.

He suddenly darted towards them, using their momentary shock to feign directions and dart between one of their legs, however, he didn’t make it far, arms were quick to encircle him, and he was quickly pinned to the floor, howling and whining as he tried to escape.

A new shout caught his attention and another man, seemingly just a passer-by, started running towards them, grabbing the scruff of his neck and pulling him from the other man’s hold.

“What are you doing, this is my dog” He’d never met this man before but was quick to catch onto his game, feigning excitement at seeing the man and attempting to lick at his face, which earned a small chuckle from his savior.

“Well your dog has no collar, no leash and was rummaging through the bins, doesn’t take brains to know he’s a stray”

He bristled slightly at the man’s words but was surprised when the man who saved him started to run a gentle hand along his back and he quickly felt his anger ebb away at the touch.

“That’s cause he went missing about a week ago, maybe if you helped people find their pets instead of chucking them in a cage in fucking nowhere we wouldn’t be in this mess” He was surprised how vehement the man had been and moved so that the man’s hand was now stroking his head, before placing a small lick onto his palm in his own offer of comfort.

“If he’s your dog then what’s his name?” The man had no answer forthcoming and all he heard were snickers from the two men behind him. “Tell you what, we’ll hold him here and you call him with his name, if he responds, he’s yours, if not then say bye bye to the furball”

He could tell the man wanted to argue but before either of them could protest he felt his neck being roughly grabbed and he was dragged backward, for a moment he tried to fight the hold in an effort to break free, but when that didn’t work he complied, already knowing that he wouldn’t fall into their hands.

“Alright, call him”

He saw the man bend down onto one knee, offering him a smile and open arms as he called out ‘Drogon’, not even questioning the choice in name before he was bounding over to him, knocking him off his feet so that he was stood over him, licking at his face which were only half-heartedly stopped by the other man.

“Told you he was mine”

“Just make sure you get him a collar and a leash, we won’t be so lenient next time” With that the two men from the pound left them and he was quick to feel gentle hands stroking through his fur.

“Nice work” He had to try not to roll his eyes at the comment, especially when the other man held up a hand in lieu of a high five which he was happy to indulge given that the man had saved him, lifting up his own paw to press against the mans’ hand.

He was just about to turn away, to leave the man and navigate his way through the streets to find somewhere else in search of food, however, he felt the man grab at his head and move it around as if examining him.

“Don’t suppose you have a home, do you?” He simply stared blankly, hoping that the man would leave him be. “Well I guess you’re coming home with me now” Before he could move, arms wrapped around him and he felt himself being lifted off of the ground, no easy feat considering he was relatively large.

During the journey to the man’s car, he contemplated his escape, whether to do it now or at some point, later on, it was a few months still before he’d turn into the beast he loathed, and he planned on leaving long before then.

The man had softly spoken to him about all the stuff he was going to buy him, a soft bed and plenty of food, as well as the promise of a shower, and his decision was made. He would stay with this man for the next week or so and leave just before he could get too attached to him

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The last couple of months had probably been the best his life had been since he’d been turned into a werewolf.

The man who’d taken him in he’d come to know as Tyler, and despite his best to keep his distance from the man, the constant affection that was showered on him, something he hasn’t had ever in his life, made him crave the tall man’s affection.

He didn’t want to admit it, but he’d grown to care for him, happy to comfort the younger man when he’d had a particularly bad day at work, and when left alone, would change to his human form to do the odd chore here and there to try and help him as best he could.

A part of him felt guilty for using Tyler like this, the man clearly wanted a companion but realistically he was using him for food and shelter, no matter what he tried to tell himself, and his heart grew even heavier when he realized it wouldn’t be long before he had to leave.

His transition was soon to come, 2 days in fact, one of barely a handful of nights during the year where he’d fully turn into the beast he hated so much, and he knew it was now or never.

Later that evening, dusk was beginning to descend, and Tyler was taking him on his customary walk around the park, and it was now that he had to make his move, giving a final nudge to the taller man’s hand in lieu of goodbye.

He wandered off but easily slipped into the underbrush, the darkening sky aiding in his escape. He was quick to slip away and past Tyler unnoticed, ignoring the stab of pain he felt in his chest when he heard Tyler calling out for him, getting ever more desperate when he didn’t emerge.

He had to hold back the temptation to whine at the pain he could already tell was in the man’s voice, but he pushed past it, slipping out of the park gates and through to an alleyway where he would hide out for the night. The sound of Tylers’ calls for him never leaving his mind.

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Despite swearing to himself that he’d cut all ties with the man who’d taken him in, he couldn’t just walk away, constantly going back to his house and following him around town to make sure that he was okay, guilt filling him when he saw the man putting up missing posters for him.

It was now evening, and he felt the beginnings of the change, felt his body elongate and even more fur grow from his body, felt his teeth get sharper and his claws longer and every one of his senses enhance, cherishing the last moment of human thought before the animal mind took over and he’d no longer be in control.

His thoughts took a back burner in his mind, able to see and analyze everything around him but he couldn’t react to it, forced to watch the world through a body that wasn’t really his. Despite removing himself as far from human civilization as he could, he was surprised when he realized that the beast was closely following Tyler as he was going for his evening walk in an effort to look for him.

If he could he’s sure tears would start to brim his eyes, he hates the amount of pain he’d put through the younger man, hates that he didn’t have the willpower to leave sooner and made the whole situation 100 times worse.

Before he could get too deep into his ruminations he caught a flash of movement to his side and caught sight of a group of people loudly following Tyler through the streets, throwing taunts his way and even chucking the odd bottle which he was quick to dodge.

Generally, he thought of himself and the beast as two separate entities, the were side of him as a parasite almost, but nevertheless he was surprised when he felt a low growl build up in him at the people’s treatment of the man he’d come to love and appreciate, if he were to put an emotion to the name.

It was when they’d reached the park that the group made an advance on the man, unphased by his size they were quick to surround him. He slowly approached, noting how Tyler seemed to be holding his own against them pretty well as they attempted to shove him around, the taller man was quick to turn and punch a couple of them in the face.

However, he then heard the smashing of a bottle and a cry of pain from Tyler, turning the corner he saw the younger man on the floor whilst the others kicked at him ruthlessly. He felt anger boil in him, knew that if he was in control he wouldn’t hesitate to charge at the group, but again he was surprised when he felt himself break into a run headed straight towards the largest of the group.

With a snarl he jumped at the burly man, easily knocking him to the ground and ignoring the shouts of surprise around him as he started to claw at the man’s chest. He didn’t waste too much time, quick to pounce on his next victim before any of them had time to react. When he’d jumped onto the third person, that seemed to break them out of their trance, running as fast as their feet could carry them out of the park.

A flash of movement caught his eye and he launched himself at it, hearing a grunt of pain, and that’s when he realized he was on top of a now terrified looking Tyler.

He could still feel the rage in him, still feel the urge to maim and injure and in the back of his mind he let out a sob as he realized he’d be forced to witness himself hurt the man he’d come to care for.

Only he didn’t feel claws scraping through flesh, or the gurgling sounds of someone choking on their own blood, only heard the low growl still emanating from his throat as he slowly moved off of the man below him.

He quickly turned to head away from the blood bath in front of him, already dealing with the guilt of his actions which would only increase when he returned back to his normal form but was stopped by a hand grabbing onto him.

He turned with a snarl but made no move to actually attack the younger man, instead they stood there for a moment, staring at one another as if trying to gauge what the other would do before he felt a sharp searing pain in his chest.

He couldn’t stop the slight howl that escaped him at the sheer amount of pain he was put through, falling to the fall as he writhed in pain he had no explanation for. He didn’t even notice when his howl turned into a shout, only felt the pain leave as quickly as it had come until all he could feel is the cold chill of the night air.

He looked around, noticing Tylers’ wide terrified eyes as he stared at him, and upon looking down, he realized he was human, a very naked human, but he had little chance to feel self-conscious as he quickly got up to make his escape before he could be asked too many questions.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t granted that luxury, once again feeling Tylers’ hand grab onto him and keeping him in place.

“Thank you” He was stunned by the words, not expecting to hear any kind of thanks for his actions “But dude what the fuck, you’re some kind of werewolf?! Or am I somehow high as fuck right now?”

He let out a small chuckle as he nodded his affirmative, the wide-eyed expression never leaving Tylers’ face.

“And you’re also my dog!! What the actual hell!!” He felt guilt cross his face and now avoided the taller mans gaze best he could. “Well, aren’t you going to say anything? You’re driving me fucking crazy over here”

He simply gave a nod “I owe you an explanation at least, and I will explain everything, but can we go somewhere warmer, I’m freezing my butt off over here”

It was then that Tyler seemed to become aware of his situation, quickly glancing up and down his body before, even in the dark, he could make out the red now coloring his cheeks, the man making a concerted effort to keep his eyes away from his naked self.

“Uh yeah sure, we can go back to my place I guess”

“You know you’re awfully calm for someone who just witnessed a werewolf attack three people and then found out it was your dog for the last few months”

He heard a slight chuckle from the younger man “If I’m honest I don’t think it’s fully hit me yet; I mean I’m grateful don’t get me wrong, I’m sure those guys would’ve killed me or at least sent me to the hospital, but I’m confident I’ll freak out at least twenty times tonight”

With a chuckle he turned back into his dog form, Tyler staring at him stunned for a minute before a nudge with his snout brought him back to attention and they slowly made their way back to Tylers’ house.

*********

The night was long and arduous, he can’t count how many times he’d gone over the details about his turning, nor how many breakdowns Tyler actually had, but it wasn’t until daybreak that they both seemed to come to understand one another.

Whilst it would take time, it was clear that the both of them needed and wanted the company of the other, as they’d both comforted and shown their own form of affection to the other over the last few months, something they apparently both still needed.

He knew Tyler would need time to get used to him, but he couldn’t help but feel his heart pound just a bit faster when he heard that the taller man still wanted him in his life with the promise that he’d be in his human form so they could have a more mutual relationship.

He also tried to ignore the slight flutter when Tyler pulled him into a final hug in thanks for not only saving him tonight but for coming into his life in the first place and looking after him when he didn’t even realize how much he needed someone else.

He also gave his thanks, for saving him that day so many weeks ago from the pound and for welcoming him into his life and showing him true compassion which he hadn’t known since he’d been turned.

With a final breath they pulled apart, staring at one another with smiles on their faces before he finally said goodbye and left Tylers’ house with a lighter step, plans on getting a job and finally living his life already running through his mind in order to be the best he can, not only for himself but for Tyler as well.

**********

It had been almost two years since Tyler had saved him from a trip down to the pounds and here he was sat, cuddled next to Tyler on the couch whilst they watched some action movie he pretended to be interested in.

Their relationship was rocky at first, both testing the bounds of their friendship and it took a while for Tyler to get over his initial misgivings about taking things further, but, eventually, they both took the leap together into uncharted waters.

Eventually though they found their rhythm, and they could almost pass off as a normal couple if it wasn’t for the fact he’d have to take a few annual trips for when he turned, though he was quick to learn that the beast part of himself missed Tyler just as he did, for whatever reason he couldn’t explain, not that he would ever tell the younger man.

He pushed any thoughts of his other self away, content instead to just bury himself further into the warm chest of the man he’d come to love, something he didn’t think he’d ever get to experience again.

#ohmcat #ohmwrecker #wildcat #werewolf au #i'm sorry if this isn't exactly what you wanted #ngl kinda struggled with this prompt a bit but I hope you like it #always happy to see a fellow ohmcat shipper

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