#the evillious tag was for funnies

[feligayzed]

WRITING JUMPSCARE 💥💥💥

This was a short little drabble I scribbled up a HOT minute ago when I first saw the nefarious "destroy painter" screenshot, along with Zeal's comment about how Sebastian would kill you without thought....or something along those lines you get the idea

The first and only time I've written in 2nd person 😢 sorry you are NOT kissing the fish

Once again I don't do endings ENJOY

Wc: 582

You're walking down a hallway when a vent pops out of the wall. Subconsciously you're expecting a remark from Sebastian, beckoning you inside, but the soft-spoken words never come. The absence of the greeting unnerves you, but you're familiar, so you don't hesitate to duck inside the vent.

He's not there.

You're dumbfounded. He's always there, coiled in the corner of his shop, his findings neatly displayed along his flank. Always. You know of the mutant's obsession with data, and you've got quite a haul, so why-?

You're barely half a step inside when you're wrenched off your feet, a haggard gasp forcing its way from your lungs as you're slammed up into the wall with remarkable force.

"Let's ditch the formalities, yeah?"

Static swims in your vision and you can feel yourself fading, but a sharp backhand to the face jerks you back to reality. Instinctively you reach up to coddle the sting, but the stunned gears in your mind suddenly start churning. You're dangling. You're choking. Your hands instead fly to the massive fist straining around your neck, feet scrambling for purchase. The effort is futile.

Sebastian's face is inches from yours, jagged teeth bared in a snarl. Scales scrape against concrete as he repositions his long serpentine body, tail lashing dangerously behind him. His third hand twitches for the shotgun at his side, but he doesn't draw it. The space is suffocating. You're trapped.

"I know who you are, and you know what you did. Are you satisfied? Do you feel accomplished? Do you feel vindicated, that it was a righteous decision, that he deserved it, so why should you feel guilty?"

His voice is laced with venom, a gutteral growl rising in his chest. The pinprick of claws in your neck is hardly noticed as a primal fear jumpstarts your heart, blood pounding in your ears. What is this about? Who?? Your terrified mind races to put together the pieces, what the hell could have made him react like this. The fucking computer....??

You open your mouth to get a desperate word in, but his fist clenches tighter, cutting you off completely. His eyes flash cold and lethal, and you see now that there is no humanity left in his feral gaze. At least not for you.

"You're fucking pathetic. You, and all the other desperate pieces of shit they sent down here. I should slaughter you all. Right here, right now. I'm tired, Expendable. Sick and fucking tired of granting you all politeness. Why should I? Why should I, when all that you are is a disgusting, worthless, undeserving sack of shit they could easily get their greedy hands on.

You're nothing. No one will miss you. No one will wonder about you. No one will be here to clean up your bloody mess. I'm going to tear you apart, limb from fucking limb, and I'm going to relish it. All this talk of mercy, it's all bullshit. You're going to rot down here, and I'm going to revel in the knowledge."

In a jerking motion too fast to register, you're sent sprawling onto the dusty concrete floor. White hot pain bloomed down your sides, and distantly you knew your ribs had shattered. Unfortunately that was the least of your concerns. His bulk moved to block the vent you came in from, and you slumped in defeat as any hope of escape bled out through the punctures in your neck.

"Eat shit and die loser." The End!!

[penguinofspades]

Alright one of the biggest crossover fights I'd absolutely love to see is Heket from Cult of the Lamb vs Banica Conchita from Evillious Chronicles. It'd be really funny + it'd be thematically fitting since it's famine vs gluttony.

[unnamed-proxy]

Hehehe 2/4 (maybe 5) graphics finished I should be done by tomorrow

Cant sleep must write for among us au

[just-another-author-i-guess]

More Judd smut?

More Judd smut yay (,:

Tags: fem! Reader, porn with a little plot?, what the fuck is hormone monster dialogue, everyone is horny fr, Nick and Andrew are creeps, but also scared of Judd, and very curious, questionable babysitting?, smoking, participating in the act of “getting stoned”, smoking inside, use of the word simp un-ironically, Judd gives super useless dating advice, not so safe sex, please use protection! please do not read if you’re uncomfortable with smut(,:

Summary: you and Judd are the designated babysitters for the night.

Read my OG Judd story? Here

Author’s note: hi gang (,: I remember when I was like “mental illness funny haha” but it’s really not funny anymore 🥹 I know I disappear all the time,, and I don’t even wanna apologize this time lol. But anyways, this has been brewing in my docs for like MONTHS and now I’ve come back, humbly offering you another Judd smut since the other one is surprisingly popular. Eat well, my children

The one where Judd gives dating advice

4,4K words

(Note, Judd is so cute and I love him :,)

“I don’t care about those horny little shits, I’m just saying they’re old enough to fuck off and do whatever they want. I don’t want my pissstain of a brother hanging around you, your sister is also fucking weird—“ 

You gently elbowed him. “—You’re fucking weird, Judd. And the kids aren’t really that bad, you’re a bit dramatic, babe,” you said, and he angrily grumbled something in response as he slammed the microwave shut. The microwave made a noise, and you watched the third batch of popcorn slowly expand and start to pop. 

Unfortunately for Judd, your parents had collectively decided to go out the day you had promised him a date. Mr and Mrs Birch got a coupon for a recently opened Thai restaurant and decided to invite yours, Missy’s and Andrew’s parents out for dinner, making you the designated babysitter of the night. Leah had ditched the whole ordeal, and Judd was planning to ditch as well until you sent him a picture of your tits and told him he could still come over if he behaved. 

With Maury clouding his judgement, there was no fucking way he could say no to that. 

So now, he was stuck making popcorn for a bunch of middle schoolers. Not to mention he had a pretty bad track record with the kids, they were all absolutely terrified of him. Except of course Jessie, who was deeply in love with him. He grunted in annoyance, turning around to face you with his arms crossed over his chest. 

He had been muttering complaints under his breath ever since you started setting up for the movie. He was absolutely livid that the kids stole away his one-on-one private time with his girlfriend, but for you (and your boobs) he tried to somewhat restrain himself. 

“Judd, baby, look at me,” you stepped out in front of him, reaching up and gently rubbing his cheek, forcing his attention on you. “I know this is not ideal. But, if you play nice, I have a little something for you when the kids go to bed,” you purred, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

He grabbed your waist, kneading the soft flesh in his big hands. Even though he looked intimidating as all hell, not to mention he absolutely towered over you, he was wrapped around your pinky finger. 

He leaned down and buried his face in your neck. “It better be good, slut..” he grunted, brushing his lips over your neck. You slapped the back of his head, feeling him frown against your skin. “I said behave, bitch-boy.” Your tone was sharp, and he knew not to push you any further. 

“Fine, alright. Whatever.” He grumbled, hugging you closer to his body. 

-

It was precisely 7’oclock when the kids arrived. Jessie was still in her room, not wanting to hang out with you and Judd alone; she had refused to come out after your parents left. 

Surprisingly, Judd was the first at the door. He grinned evilly. “Welcome to purgatory, you little shits.” He said, looking down at the 8th graders menacingly. “Bitch! Your sister's dumb friends are here!” He called over his shoulder. 

You huffed audibly. “Are you gonna let them in or what, numbnuts?” You called back to him, pouring the last packet of popcorn into a bowl. 

He frowned and stepped aside, letting the now pretty frightened kids inside. Missy walked in first, smiling nervously at Judd, then came Andrew and Nick. 

Nick was about to step inside, when Judd put a hand on his shoulder. The younger boy stopped dead in his tracks, praying to whatever god he could think of that his brother would let him off easy. “I didn’t do anything! Judd, I swear, please let me go!” He shouted, voice breaking multiple times.

A ghost of a smirk crossed Judd’s face. “Don’t try shit, or I will rip your tiny dick off and force it down your throat. Got it, asslicker?” 

Nick swallowed thickly, frantically nodding his head. Of course Judd had picked up on his brother's crush on you, as if it wasn’t the most obvious thing in the world. 

“Y-You got it, Judd!” He confirmed, panicked chuckles escaping him. 

“Judd. Let him inside.” You stomped up to them, looking so livid you scared Judd back into being nice as you crossed your arms over your chest. Nick looked away quickly, a pink flush covering his face and neck. 

Judd pushed Nick inside with a frown, once again not being able to refuse you. The kids looked on in bewilderment as the intimidating teen seemed to slightly cower under your glare, complying to your will. He looked down at them with something akin to shame, before following after you like a lost puppy.

The kids were in complete shock. Had Judd been fucking possesed?

You called out to Jessie, telling her to come out of her room, before dragging Judd back into the kitchen. 

-

“Y/nnn! Can you start the movie already?” Jessie whined loudly.

A bit of shuffling could be heard in the kitchen. ”I-In a minute! We’re just fixing some drinks!” You called out, voice slightly shaky.

“.. do you really think they’re getting drinks?” Missy asked, after an agonising minute of silence. The kids sat stiffly on the couch. 

You had told them to make themselves at home, but none of them were able to really calm down with Judd in the house. 

Jessie scoffed. “Does it sound like they’re getting drinks? My sister's kind of a slut if you haven’t noticed.” She spat. 

Nick rolled his eyes. “So is Judd.” 

The two of them weren’t able to get over their jealousy of your relationship, somehow not yet registering that they didn’t stand a chance with high schoolers. 

“Come on guys, that’s not a very nice thing to say,” Missy said nervously, glancing at the kitchen door. 

“Jessie, do you think it’s possible I can get a glass of milk? I feel very dehydrated right now,” Andrew muttered, wringing his hands. 

Jessie sighed and Nick immediately began explaining in detail how Judd would murder him. But ultimately, after a long and intense discussion, the kids decided to venture into the kitchen.

-

“You promised to be nice,” You said over your shoulder, holding Judd’s hand as you pulled him to the kitchen. 

“I am nice.” He huffed, letting go of your hand and instead reaching out to grab your waist. He gently lifted you, setting you down on the counter top before stepping in between your legs. For a moment you thought he would lead it somewhere, but your face morphed into a gentle smile when he buried his face in your neck, hands gently rubbing up and down your sides. 

You softly stroked his hair, making the angry agent of chaos visibly relax as he melted into your touch. “You didn’t even last ten seconds,” You muttered, immediately recognizing his actions as jealousy.

He breathed out against your neck, and you couldn’t help but softly laugh at the tingly feeling. “It was nice enough for me to make the popcorn, do you want me to fucking hand feed them too?” He grumbled, straightening up so he could glare down at you. 

You rolled your eyes. “Calm down there, Mr. grumpy-pants. All I ask is that you remain civil for the night, or at least until the movie’s over,” You gave him your very best puppy dog eyes, reaching up to gently brush your hands over his jaw again. Reluctantly, he leaned into your touch, fighting to keep his angry glare. 

Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t deny how absolutely soft he was for you. Your touch calmed him like no other, not even horror movies or tormenting the neighbourhood made him feel as gleeful as when you touched him. 

He hummed in response, not really registering what you said, too focused on your touch. His own hands travelled from your waist to your thighs, gently squeezing. You let out a soft little sigh and instantly Maury appeared. 

‘What? What’d I miss? You’re gonna fuck?’ The hormone monster asked, observing the situation. ‘Oooh! You should totally have a quickie, let’s see how many fingers you can stuff in her before the kids find out!’ He grinned, shaking Judd by the shoulders.

“Shut the fuck up.” Judd growled, making Maury let out a series of horse laughs. ‘Oh ho ho ho! At least get a good feel of her boob, we need something to get through the movie!’ He said dramatically, before patting Judd’s head and walking off in search of new entertainment. 

Judd thought about it for a moment, before slowly sliding his right hand up your tummy until he could palm one of your tits. 

“Judd,” You said, placing your hand over the one he had on your chest, but not removing it. “You gotta behave, alright? Just for tonight. And you can touch aaall you want after, I promise,” You said, finishing the sentence with a long kiss to his cheek. 

“Fuck. Okay, fine.” He relented, removing his hand from your boob and intertwining his fingers with yours instead. He leaned in, pressing a series of wet kisses to your jaw and neck. 

You hummed happily, half closing your eyes until you caught movement somewhere over Judd’s shoulders. You immediately straightened up, opening your eyes fully only to make eye contact with four completely stupefied middle schoolers. 

The kids were too stunned to speak, literally.

Andrew was stammering incoherently, Nick seemed to find the ceiling very interesting, Missy and Jessi had both turned completely red in face but for very different reasons. 

“Oh. Hello,” You said awkwardly, pushing Judd away and jumping off the counter quickly. 

Your boyfriend in question let out a disappointed grunt, murderously glaring down the kids but keeping quiet. You all stood in complete silence for a few, agonisingly long seconds, until Andrew finally spoke up.

Still wringing his hands, the preteen stepped slightly closer to you. “Y/n, I’m very sorry to interrupt. But could I maybe get a glass of milk? It would really help with my nervous stomach—“ You cut him off before he could go into further detail about his digestive system and smiled warmly at him. 

“—Of course. Why don’t you follow Judd back into the living room, he’ll start the movie for you and then I’ll be right out. Okay?”   

If looks could kill, you’d be six feet under. 

Judd bore holes through your back with his eyes, as you turned to open the fridge. “O-okay! Once again, thank you Y/n,” Andrew said, seemingly relieved.

Slowly the kids turned to walk out the kitchen, drizzling out one after the other. Jessi bore a somewhat mischievous smile, walking a bit slower on purpose in hopes she could walk next to Judd. Your boyfriend sighed heavily, uncrossing his arms and following after the kids. He was slowly coming to realise that he had no other choice, than to be a slave for a gang of middle schoolers. 

The kids were again stiffly seated on the couch, this time with Judd sitting in the far end. Jessie had glued herself to his side, shamelessly sitting as close to him as possible. He was sure he would accidentally hit her if he moved his arm just the slightest.

He was holding the remote, quickly flicking through movies on netflix as the kids fought over what to watch. 

“Shut the fuck up.” He barked. “I’ll find you a good movie,” And by “good movie'' he meant the absolutely goriest horror flick netflix had to offer. 

Judd grinned sinisterly as he chose a movie, looking over to see the kids all sporting comically shocked expressions. 

Andrew carefully glanced at Judd. “Excuse me, Judd, but are you sure this movie is suitable for children?” He asked. 

“Y-yeah. Doesn’t that say you have to be sixteen..? My mom said I shouldn’t watch scary movies until I feel ready,” Missy added.

Nick didn’t say anything. He was scared enough of his brother already to disagree openly with him, and he also didn’t want to seem like a wimp in front of Jessi. 

“It’s about time you little pussies grow up. Be quiet and just watch the fucking movie,” Judd said, as mischievously as his monotone voice would allow him to sound. 

Jessi nodded gravely. “Yeah, guys. Shut up. It’s just a movie,” She said, looking up at Judd with big eyes for approval. He only grunted, pressing start on the remote. 

Within the first few minutes, Andrew and Nick were clinging to each other. Missy was curled in on herself, watching the movie through her spread fingers. Judd grinned evilly, satisfied with his choice as he started digging through his pockets.

He was quick to dig up a lighter and half a blunt. A bloody jumpscare in the movie made Jessi jerk and grab onto Judd’s arm, slightly shaking. He sighed deeply, annoyed, but let it slide. He lit the blunt, throwing his feet up on the coffee table and tilting his head back as he inhaled deeply. 

“Judd, I told you not to smoke inside,” You grumbled, returning to the living room with drinks and even more popcorn. Judd raised his head slightly, cocking an eyebrow at you. “Shut up,” He simply said, gesturing to the way Jessi was clinging to him. 

You had to stifle a laugh, quickly setting the snacks on the coffee table and handing the milk to Andrew, who reached out to take it with a shaky hand, refusing to look at the tv.

Upon noticing the lack of space on the couch, Judd beckoned you to his lap. You happily sat down, Jessi giving you a disturbed look as your body gently pushed hers away. 

“What the hell are we even watching?” You asked, Judd shrugged. “Dunno. Summer camp massacre something,” He said, handing you the blunt as you got comfortable on his lap. 

You took a long drag, nuzzling into Judd as his hands came down to hold your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Guys,” Missy suddenly whispered, eyes glued to you and Judd. “Is that.. Marijuana.. As in drugs?”

Judd chuckled, you could feel him move beneath you as you struggled to keep from laughing yourself. 

You said the only appropriate answer you could scrape from your brain; “Well.. Yeah.” 

Missy’s eyes grew to sorcerers. “You can’t do that! Marijuana is a gateway drug! It could mess up your brain- Oh fudge! It could mess up my brain from inhaling secondhand!” 

This time you couldn’t conceal your giggle, handing the blunt back to Judd as you leaned forward. You smiled softly at the younger. “Don’t worry about it, Missy. You’re way too smart to be corrupted by secondhand smoke,” You said. Missy nodded reluctantly, a small smile appearing on her face as she accepted the compliment.

“Mom will actually kill you,” Jessi mumbled and you fondly ruffled her hair. “She won’t if you keep your mouth shut.” You teased, as she scowled at you. Her eyes quickly left yours, to blatantly stare at Judd as he blew clouds of smoke out his nose. He truly looked like an angry dragon, staring at the movie screen with furrowed brows. 

Jessi went bright red, looking away immediately when Judd turned to meet her gaze. You grinned, ruffling her hair again before relaxing back into your boyfriend. Judd gave another annoyed grumble, but soon relaxed himself. 

Somehow, the kids managed to be quiet for the duration of the movie as you finished the blunt and most of the snacks.

Jessi fell asleep against you, having ended up clutching your hand for safety (probably from the masked killer on screen). Missy fell asleep against Andrew, the two huddled in a pile. Nick had slid down from the couch, attempting to hide from the movie but ending up sleeping under the coffee table.

By the time credits came on screen, you and Judd were the only ones awake. Pleasantly hazy from the smoke session, you turned your head to smile at him.

“You were so good. I like nice Judd,” You muttered, leaning up to press a soft, slow kiss to his lips. 

He immediately deepened the kiss, claiming his price. In a horny daze, his hands migrated to your butt and his tongue invaded your mouth. You sighed, a bit too loudly and let your own hands wander. Over his shoulders, rubbing down his chest and abdomen till eventually they rested just over his belt. 

The hiss that escaped him as your hands pressed to his crotch, definitely did not go unnoticed and you responded in kind by moving from his lips, messily gliding wet kisses down his jaw and neck. You bit him playfully, but still hard enough to leave indents in his perfectly smooth neck. 

‘Oooh, baby!’ Right on time, Connie appeared at your side. She purred like a cat, curling around you and Judd on the couch. ‘Why don’t you hurry and jump right on up on that delicious dick of his? You know he can make you feel reeeeeaaaal good,’ She drawled.

Barely acknowledging her, you dumbly nodded in agreement. 

‘Hurry, dumpling! Don’t got much time before the kiddies wake up,’ She urged you, poking Jessi with a long fingernail, and indeed, your sister was starting to stir. 

You could only let out a frustrated huff. Judd had your hair fisted in one hand and your hip clutched tightly in the other, helping you rut yourself against his growing bulge in long, hazy strokes. He felt good, you felt good, everything felt so, so good and moving away from the heavenly friction could not be more of a bother. 

You leaned forward a bit, which came with resistance considering his tight grip on your hair, and whined lowly in his ear. 

Gently, you nosed at his cheek. “Judd.. the kitchen. C’mon,” You breathed.

He retaliated by grinding up into you, much harder than before, allowing you to feel the entirety of his now, very hard, length. You moaned loudly in response. 

“We need to.. the kitchen— they’re waking up,” It was a difficult task to form the right words, with the increased amount of pleasure, so you scratched his shoulders, gently, to get your point across. 

Leaning in, he captured your lips in a hard kiss, licking into your mouth with such fervour your head was spinning. He let go, biting down on your bottom lip and dragging it back before pulling away completely. 

“Stupid fucking kids,” He gritted, tongue swiping over his lips, plump from kissing. 

Heaving, you bit your bottom lip and batted your eyelashes at him in a most sultry display that was sure to make Connie proud. A sinister grin spread across his face, when he got an idea and he let go of your hair in favour of kneading your ass in both his hands.

“I’ll fuck you on the table, slut, be grateful.” It was a demand, but you didn’t mind because right at that moment, nothing truly sounded more pleasing than getting railed on the dining table in your mothers kitchen. 

A shudder went through you at the thought, warmth slushing in your belly and still, you grinned coyly at him. “Only because you were so well behaved. I’m starting to think you actually like them, Juddy-Wuddy?” You said, motioning to the four kids as you cooed at him. 

You got him with that one. Watching with glee as his jaw clenched and he sent you a look that could only mean one of two things; he was going to kill you or plow you until you could no longer walk. You highly suspected the latter.

Your boyfriend scoffed. “It’s almost cute how damn smart you think you are, huh? You fucking bitch.” He glowered. He despised when you called him that, one of the many terrible nicknames you had overheard his mom call him, and he always fell right into your trap. 

Before you could start to respond, he was rising from the couch, hands manoeuvring under your thighs to lift you up with him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, legs tighter around his waist to keep his clothed cock pressed up against your core, and nuzzled your face into his neck. 

His hands were warm on your thighs, so big they almost covered them entirely when he spread his fingers. You latched onto his neck again, engraving lots of little purple marks, just how he liked it. 

His response came as a strained grunt, as he barreled into the kitchen and dropped you on the corner dining table. 

The table was cold, you squealed as your thighs dragged along the cool surface and Judd wasted no time, leaning over you and pushing your skirt up to expose your panties. 

A sinister grin spread across his face when he found your panties were already damp and soaked, his award for being a prime example of a boyfriend this evening.

You bucked your hips, mewling for attention and hoping he would be quick to relieve you of the throbbing between your thighs. 

He laughed, low and husky as he watched you writhe on the table beneath him. Your lips were swollen and plump, a deep blush covered your cheeks and your hair was messily spread out over the table’s surface. His dick ached.

‘Boi-oi-oi-oing!’ Maury was right behind him, a wild smile split his face and he let his tongue hang out, looking more like a rabid dog than a hormone monster. 

‘C’mon! Shove your fist inside her, she obviously wants it!’ Maury barked, shaking Judd by the shoulders. The teen shook him off, grumbling a threat as he returned to the task at hand. 

You heaved in a breath, tongue coming out to wet your lips again. “Judd, I swear to god, do something—“ You pleaded, desperately. 

“— have patience. And shut the fuck up.” Judd grunted, long fingers creeping towards the wet patch on your panties. Then, he pressed down, right in the middle of the wetness where your much neglected clit sat.

Gasping, you reached out to grasp his bicep. He pressed down again, keeping his thump there and swirling it in circles. You gasped and whined his name softly, the wet fabric glided over your most sensitive part so well it was hard to think about keeping quiet. 

He was quick to silence you with a kiss, however, as his left hand finally, finally, left the wet patch to pull your panties off. You helped him shake them off, too focused with the cool air blowing on your hot core to notice how he crumbled up your panties and stuffed them in his back pocket. 

You begged for him again, whines disappearing into his open mouth as he kept it slotted over yours. 

He shushed you, putting his weight on his right hand as he leaned in further between your legs, suddenly stuffing two fingers into you, in one smooth motion. You cried out so loudly and desperately that not even Judd’s wet kisses could conceal it, he gave you another rough thrust of his fingers in retaliation.

Your eyes were half closed, lips forming an ‘o’ as he pulled away from your mouth to bite at your neck. His fingers reached a depth that your own could not, hitting a softer, mushier spot in your pussy that had you seeing stars each time. He was so rough with his thrusts too, working quickly and effectively to bring you to ecstasy and making the table rattle slightly. You could only pray that the slight scraping on the tiled kitchen floor could not be heard in the living room.

What was much louder, however, were your own loud gasps and breathy moans of your boyfriend's name. The closer you got, the louder your pleas became. 

Judd bit your neck again, hard enough to turn the skin purple. “I said, be quiet, bitch.” He groaned into your neck, panting slightly as the pace of his hand increased. 

You tried, but really couldn’t. The lewd squelching sound and the rapid stroking of his two fingers against your g-spot had you mewling and bucking against him. And it certainly didn’t help, when his thumb pressed down on your clit as well. 

His slender fingers didn’t create much of a stretch, but you knew he was preparing you for his monstrous cock and because his fingers were so deliciously long the waiting time was never disappointing. 

You could vaguely hear Connie bustling about in the background, shouting her encouragement and coaxing you to tell Judd all sorts of lewd things. You didn’t listen, you couldn’t when you were so, so close to your breaking point. 

With your body on fire, liquid pleasure in your veins, your toes curled and you tilted your head to allow Judd better access to the unmarked parts of it. He graciously took the opportunity, returning his grip on your head to position you just how he wanted.

Your thighs clenched around Judd’s arm, lip trembling as your eyes crossed in pleasure. “Judd..!” 

And then he was pulling away, you whined desperately in the process, only to be silenced with a large hand slapped across your mouth. 

“I told you to be quiet, bitch.” He snarled, his voice now so deep and feral it made you shiver. He squeezed your cheeks together, a bit of drool escaped your mouth and smeared on his hand, as he pulled you to a sitting position. “Didn’t I?”

Your pussy throbbed, clenching around nothing at both the rough treatment and being so suddenly void of stimulation. 

With your cheeks squished together, you couldn’t respond, so you opted for frantically nodding your head, softly whining out for him. You needed him inside you, and it had to be now. 

You rutted yourself against the table, slick following you and making a trail on the wooden surface, it felt good, but definitely not as good as Judd’s cock would feel. 

“Pw-pf..a..e.. Pwase!” You begged him, hands wandering towards his belt, feeling him up and unbuckling his belt buckle. You gasped quietly, he was so hard it had to hurt and the feeling of him pressed to your palm made you clench around nothing again. Despite the layers of clothes between you. 

He moaned, but reached down to gather both wrists in his free hand and pinning them together. “You think you think you deserve that? After all the fucking noise you made?” 

You cried out and nodded. Judd grinned sinisterly. “You’re so pathetic, you little slut. You know that?” 

You wanted to kick him, or at least insult him back but the throbbing in your cunt and the fact that his words only made that throb so much worse, made it quite hard to do so. 

Then, he leaned in, resting his chin on top of your head and inhaled your hair deeply. “You’re my little slut.” He grunted and, oh, you could have cum right there. 

You nuzzled into him, burying your head where his neck became his chest and started leaving small, wet kisses. 

He didn’t let go of either your wrists or mouth, instead he barked one simple order; “Off.” and brought your bound wrists towards his crotch again. 

You didn’t need to be told twice, immediately getting to work and shoving both his pants and underwear as far down as your position would allow you to grab at his dick. 

Hissing in pleasure, he pulled you closer to him. He was throbbing and warm in your hand, heavy and so swollen the head had almost turned purple, you tried lifting yourself up, tried to get just the tiniest bit of friction. 

You pumped him slowly, he was sticky with pre-cum already and he dropped his head into your hair again, burying his face into you with a strained groan. He, too, was close to his breaking point.

Letting your wrists and cheeks free, he opted to grab under both your hips, lifting them up to hover above his dick. You let go of him, fingers coming to scratch at the table as he did the remainder of work for you and you fell back on the table. 

“This what you want?” He grunted, thrusting experimentally and nudging his cockhead against your swollen little pearl. 

“Yes.. yes, yes! Please, Judd, it hurts, I need it..!” You blabbered, cheeks puffy and face screwed up as you felt your empty pussy ache with anticipation. Only your boyfriend's dick could ease the twang in your lower belly. 

He inhaled sharply through his nose, face set in stone and brows drawn together as he finally thrusted into you, filling you so completely in that one thrust, that you suddenly felt too full. 

The bit of pain from the wide stretch you felt melted into white-hot pleasure almost as soon as it appeared and when Judd pressed a bit more into you, his hip bones meeting yours, you came instantly. 

You cried out, overwhelmed by the sudden and immense pleasure. Judd cursed, rather loudly and tried pressing further into you, holding you flush against him as you clenched uncontrollably around him. You were even tighter now, so tight it almost hurt and so he waited for you to ride out your orgasm, breathing heavily. 

“Shit.. fuck you! Ah!” He nearly whined at the feeling, blunt nails digging into the plush flesh on your hips. 

Panting, sobbing and sighing, you slowly came down from your orgasm, not at all ready when Judd suddenly started thrusting again. You were already overstimulated, but the wide stretch and feeling of his cock inside felt so heavenly.

You couldn’t help the never-ending mantra of his name that escaped you, matching each of his violent thrusts. He wanted you to feel him as deep as possible, you knew, and he made sure of it. Leaning in over you to hit you at a deeper angle, pressing down on your belly as he fucked you to see himself bulging through. 

“Judd, m’so full,” You slurred, digging your nails into his shoulders, as deep as they would go. He grunted a response, sweat gathering on his dark brows; “You gotta be quiet, baby.” He was strained as he spoke, teeth clenched and warm breath fanning your face.

Then, he squeezed under your thighs again, sliding you towards the edge of the table. “Spread your legs.” He demanded gravelly, and you easily complied. He pressed himself to you further, barely pulling out after each thrust, but doubling the force in which he thrusted. 

The table scraped loudly against the floor, you whimpered and tried to quiet yourself, face heating as the room filled with squelching sounds that definitely didn’t leave anything to the imagination, should anyone overhear. 

Already, you started to tighten around him again, your thighs quivered as you did your best to keep them apart. Judd noticed almost immediately, bringing his thumb down upon your puffy clit. 

“C’mon pretty girl, cum for me again,” He panted and you followed suit, before you could cry out, though, he captured your lips with his own, chest pressed to yours. 

You sobbed into his mouth as his tongue licked flames into you, clutching him to you. His thrusts became irregular, driving you into the table until he couldn’t hold out anymore. He moved to pull out, but you stopped him, keeping him pressed against you. “Don’t.. they’ll see— in-inside.” You panted into his mouth, and almost immediately felt a slush of warm liquid fill your lower belly. 

Judd grit his teeth tightly, jaw fully clenching and breath heaving. His green eyes were dark and glazed, he straightened up a little, raising himself on his forearms to look down at you. 

You were drooling slightly, makeup a bit smudged as you laid out on the table, revelling in the feeling of complete satisfaction and Judd’s cum filling you.

He waited a while to pull out, watching with interest as your tummy swelled ever so slightly from the combining force of his dick and his spend. 

“You’re fucking horrible at being quiet,” He eventually stated.

You puffed out your cheeks, sitting up and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “It wasn’t me who made the table move,” you countered.

Judd’s hands ventured up your back, holding you to him. “You whine like a bitch in heat,” He countered, monotonously, in the most endearing way he could possibly put it. Because honestly, he loved the sounds you made. 

Maury clapped him on the back and barked something at him, reminding him that the two of you were indeed not alone and he pulled out of you. You sighed as he slipped out, feeling your combined liquids leak out a bit as well. 

He was quick to pull his pants and boxers up, turning from you to fetch a roll of paper towels. As he always did, he insisted on cleaning up for you. 

You had asked him about it once, getting the lame response of; “I like to keep my things clean.” 

Fixing your skirt to cover yourself, you found that your panties were nowhere in sight and fixed Judd a look. 

Your boyfriend shrugged. “This is your house, just get another pair.” You blew a raspberry at him. “I’m actually gonna run out of underwear because of you.” 

He didn’t care, it was quite obvious, so you kissed his jaw and jumped from the table, to get yourself a new pair. Judd didn’t miss his chance to roughly squeeze your ass as you walked past him. 

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Nick awoke to a strange sound. The loudest being the scraping of something on the floor, then he heard you cry, loud and continually as though you were in pain. 

Immediately he sat up. The room was dark and the tv static, he drowsily looked around, his four friends sleeping soundly on the couch. Andrew moved his foot, coincidentally pinning Nick down with it. Groggily, he sighed and pushed Andrew off him. 

He swayed a bit as he stood up, rubbing his eyes to get the sleep out of them. His brother and you weren’t anywhere to be seen, the spot where you previously was sitting now occupied by Jessi, sleeping in a starfish position. 

That was when he heard the sound again, the scraping and then the desperate gasping. This time, though, he heard his brother’s raspy voice as well. What the hell was going on?

‘Judd and Y/n are wrestling,’ Suddenly his temporary hormone monster, Tyler emerged from the kitchen with a disturbed look. 

“What?” Nick was way too tired to process something like that. 

‘They’re rolling around on the table! Like this!’ Tyler got on top of the coffee table, and started intimidating something that definitely did not look like wrestling.

Tyler noticed Nick’s confused expression. ‘Yeah! And she keeps crying and saying his name— like, like this!’ The monster proceeded to do an utmost terrible impression of you calling for Judd and Nick cringed. ‘— and then, Judd told her to shut up and called her a slut! I think he’s gonna get her in a chokehold. I wouldn’t put my money on Y/n, though, she’s not even trying to fight him off—‘

“— Yeah, I don’t think they’re wrestling, Tyler.” Nick deadpanned, cutting the deity short. He felt his face grow increasingly red, as your sounds grew. Now, even he could hear you beg Judd for all sorts of lewd things. 

‘Oh.’ Tyler blinked a couple of times. Nick shivered, he definitely did not need to hear his brother bone his girlfriend (on whom he had a crush) or explain the situation to his hormone monster. 

The two of them remained in uncomfortable silence for a while, Nick pacing back and forth to clear his head of any inappropriate thoughts that Tyler was coaxing him into, once he had figured out the situation. 

Eventually, Nick settled on waking Andrew. 

“Andrew,” He pushed his friend and whispered again. “C’mon, wake up, Andrew,” 

The latter mumbled something incoherent, adjusting his glasses in his sleep. Nick groaned and shook him, not relenting. “I never peed in that pool!” Andrew woke up shouting, and Nick tumbled back in surprise. 

“What?” Nick hissed. Andrew looked about wide eyed, seemingly as groggy as Nick. “I— what?” Andrew repeated. He blinked at his friend slowly, not yet aware of the circumstances. 

He pulled Andrew from the couch, and put a hand over his mouth. “Listen,” He whispered, and watched as his friend's expression turned from annoyed, to confused, to very very startled. 

“Oh my god. Oh my god, oh my god!” Andrew stammered. Nick removed his hand. “Is that— are they?” His head snapped from Nick to the kitchen entrance and back again. 

The shorter nodded once, stiffly. “What do we— do we do anything? We could go back to sleep before Judd— oh god, what if they find out we heard?”

Nick turned to his panicking friend, determination clear in his eyes. “We need to go see for ourselves.” 

Andrew’s eyes grew impossibly larger, to the size of sorcerers. “What? No! No, no, normally I come up with those kinda terrible ideas— are you okay, Nick?” He put a clammy hand to Nick’s forehead, fauxingly checking his temperature.

Nick clicked his tongue, annoyed, and waved his friend’s hands away. “Think, Andrew! You have a crush on Y/n, I have a crush on Y/n, haven't you imagined her like that a lot of times, anyway? We can just look, really quickly,” 

“Uuhh, I— I don’t know,” He stammered, eyes flicking to the kitchen door. 

Nick sighed. “I’m going to go look.” His statement was final, as he marched off. Andrew wrung his hands, definitely not unaware of his own desire to see what his two designated babysitters were up to, and his legs seemed to follow after Nick all by themselves. 

The two stopped by the door, neither daring to actually peek inside yet. 

“Judd, m’so full,” 

Both boys stiffened at the sound of your voice, breathy and begging and definitely not how you usually spoke to them. 

Then, Judd grunted; “You gotta be quiet, baby.” Followed up by a harsh command of; “Spread your legs.”

Nick swallowed, and Tyler pushed him further towards the door, squealing at him to look. Suddenly, his previous courage had completely disintegrated and he looked at Andrew, panicked.

The other was just as alarmed, sweat beating his forehead as the scraping sounds picked up and they realised the weight of the situation. 

They stood there for a while, completely perplexed, having been so scared off by your vulgar statements that neither dared to move. Andrew shut his eyes tightly, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he heard Maury in the room as well. He was barking orders at Judd, all of which went completely ignored, and cheering the two of you on.

Then, after what felt like aeons, the noise quieted down and the two preteens listened as you had a quiet conversation. Judd was way less mean, when he talked to you in private, they both noted. Only when you went off to get another pair of briefs, did they realise their mistake. But it was too late for them to move, instead they both stood there with rapidly beating hearts, faces bathed in red with sheepish expressions as you exited the room. 

You stuck your head out the entrance first, yelling in surprise when you caught sight of the two boys. “Oh my god.” You breathed, then realising that they probably heard most of what just went on.

Caught red handed, you couldn’t bear to look neither of them in the eyes. You straightened, quickly walking past them and holding your skirt tightly around your bottom. 

Levelling your voice the best you could, you called to them over your shoulder; “Judd’s in the kitchen, if you need anything,” You squeaked, bounding upstairs to your room before they could properly take in your dishevelled appearance. 

Nick panicked, now they had to go in the kitchen, or suspicion would surely arise. He grabbed onto Andrew’s sleeve, willing his legs to move and take the final few steps into the kitchen.

Into the dragon's den, where Judd, the dragon resided. 

“H-hi. Judd.” Nick stammered. Judd had his back to them, raiding the fridge for anything to drink. You had only stocked up on diet sodas.

The older teen acknowledged them with a grunt, not bothering to turn before his drink-mission was complete. The two boys stood awkwardly in the middle of your kitchen, waiting for whatever reign of terror Judd would have prepared for them; but none came. 

Judd slammed the fridge door shut, and to their total surprise, threw each boy a Diet Coke. “Need anything else?” He drawled, sauntering to the table and slumping down in a chair. He opened a coke for himself and got comfortable in his chair, downing almost the entire can in one go. 

Andrew and Nick shared a glance, and simultaneously inched towards the table. The two of them sat down quietly, still waiting for Judd to scare them away. 

But he was completely out of character, for once, he looked kinda relaxed. Albeit a bit sweaty and tousled, but as calm as Nick had ever seen his older brother. His eyes lingered on Judd’s neck, where he bore a collection of teeth indents, smudges from your lipstick and hickeys.

The three sat in silence for a bit, listening as the light under the cabinets buzzed and eventually Judd got up to fetch another soda. 

“You want any more?” He asked the two, and they politely declined. He shrugged and returned to the table with a new can. 

Nick fiddled with the top of his can, eyes flitting around the room nervously. “Judd. Can I ask you a question?” He dared not look up as he spoke, keeping his eyes planted on the table.

Judd grunted, his way of saying ‘go ahead.’

“Why are you being so nice to us?” The question visibly caught Judd a bit off guard, he stopped drinking for a brief moment, thinking the question over before his stoic exterior returned. 

“Y/n wants me to be nice to you. She likes you small assholes,” He shrugged. 

Andrew looked at the older bewildered. “Y/n told you to be nice to us?” He asked, voice cracking as if he couldn’t believe his own ears. 

Judd frowned. “That’s what I said, wasn’t it?” He snapped.

Andrew swallowed thickly. “Y-yeah. Sorry,” 

“But— I mean, why? She’s not even here, and, you usually don’t listen to anyone,” Nick was unrelenting, now past the point of caring if Judd would beat him up for asking questions. 

A pregnant pause wove through the room, as Judd thought about the question. He still looked considerably less angry than usual, but his features were set in a frown and his brows drew together and made it look like he was planning something sinister. 

“I do what she says because I love her.” He said eventually, glaring off into space as he thought his answer over.

Neither of the two boys could believe their ears. The Judd Birch had just declared his love publicly. It must have been the post-nut clarity. 

When they failed to respond, he continued on; “Sometimes you gotta do dumb shit, even if it’s fucking annoying, to keep a girl.” He mumbled, still deep in thought. Had the situation been different, Nick would have found it quite funny to hear Judd talk about such tender things in his gruff voice. 

Andrew leaned over the table, adjusting his glasses. “Is— Is that how you get a girlfriend?” 

At that, the corners of Judd’s lips moved upwards ever so slightly. He turned fully to them, a wicked look in his eyes. “That’s how you get laid, numbnuts.” 

Then Nick cut in; “But what after? What if I like this girl, and I really wanna touch her boobs, but I also want to talk to her. I mean just talk. Because she’s smart, and funny, and really nice,” 

Judd dug through his back pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and opened the window on the wall behind him. He stuck one between his lips, and offered the pack up to the boys. 

“We’re twelve.”

Judd merely shrugged and lit his own cigarette. “If you wanna touch her tits, you gotta talk to her first. And don’t be a little creep. Charm her and shit,” He explained. 

Nick deadpanned. “Charm her?” Judd was everything but charming. It would forever remain the greatest mystery to him, how his brother managed to pull any girls at all. 

Andrew pushed up his glasses. “Actually, what Judd is saying is true. You need to make her feel as if you care about her—“ 

“—I do care about her!” Nick protested. 

Judd flicked a bit of his cigarette off over the window still. “Then it’s easy. Just talk to her, pussy.” He inhaled a long drag. “If she’s into small pricks, you’ll be just her type.”

The younger pouted. “Not funny, Judd.”

Judd cackled, lowly, sinisterly. “Then, how do you know if a girl likes you?” Andrew asked. 

“She lets you touch her tits.” 

Nick sighed. “C’mon, Judd! There has to be more to it— I mean, you have a girlfriend, so you obviously know.”

The eldest grunted and exhaled smoke through his nose. He thought for a bit before replying; “I was at a party, and I saw this girl, Y/n, and she was really fucking hot. Is really fucking hot,” He fixed the two middle schoolers a pointed look. “So I talked to her, turns out she’s really fucking sweet too. And when you meet a girl like that, all the rest comes naturally,” He finished his explanation, a bit smug as the two boys looked at him in wonder. 

“Not to offend, b—but haven’t you dated lots of girls? How’d you do that?” Andrew asked. 

Judd put his cigarette out in his, now empty, coke can. “Sure I have. You can also just fuck girls, but it’s a lot more fun if you like them,” He said. 

“How do I do that, then? Do I have to talk to her too, even if I don’t like her?” Andrew was a bit eager now, but Nick had to admit that he was also itching for answers. 

“No matter what, you gotta talk to her. Maybe not for long, and if you just wanna fuck, you have to say the right things,” He said, and then quickly added. “But don’t do that. I don’t want you two turning into little dicks,” 

“Then.. What if you’re already friends with her?” It was a bit of a jump in topic, but Nick had to get answers, and right now was probably the only time he had the opportunity to ask. 

Judd snorted. “You want to fuck one of your friends out there?” He cackled, motioning to the living room. 

Nick turned red very quickly. “No.” 

“Fuck, you’re a little simp!” The eldest was finding Nick’s personal troubles a little too funny, and he huffed, glaring at his brother. “But all the rules still apply. Be charming, talk to her, and don’t be a creep.” Judd eventually added, nodding at his brother. 

“Thank you, Judd.” Nick muttered, and he meant it. 

“Yeah, thank you, Judd,” Andrew echoed. 

Judd grunted. “Yeah, whatever. But don’t, ever, spy on me and Y/n again. I mean it. Or I will gut both of you like fucking fish.”

Hi, hello,, thank you of making it this far!

Originally, I wanted to label this “16+ do not interact if you’re younger” but honestly I ate shit like this tf UP when I was 13 💀 idk if I made Judd a little too OOC, sorry big mouth writers ☹️✋ I hope you enjoyed, though

Small rant + update; tumblr has been acting up on my phone lately, idk what I did to make it so laggy lately, but I have to post from my computer now ),: ALSO I’m so mad I keep forgetting that the cursive I make in Google docs doesn’t work in tumblr ahhhhHHHH so I had to go over the whole thing again, I’m pressed

And anyways, I’ve been working on a really big project for a while now, it is literally my baby, and it’s a Loki x reader because I finally watched some marvel movies lol, I’ll wait with posting it till it’s completely done bc rn it’s kinda a mess (and not nearly done) but if anyone would be interested in beta reading the first 5 chapters please don’t hesitate reaching out to me!

You are wonderful! Thank you for reading <3

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[marbled-magician]

•🎩Mr. Compress Headcanons🎩•

Compress constantly asks Kurogiri to make him his usual, which is a Cosmopolitan

Compress, Toga, and Magne are the only well-kept ones when it comes to fashion sense in the league (it’s just facts🙄)

You may think his disguise outfit (the beanie and turtleneck) would give himself away because of his signature mask.. but nope, no one is skeptical of him. Yes they might look at him funny, but that’s about it.

It’s common that Compress and Dabi go back-and-forth a lot, but that’s because they have an odd mutual bond with each other.

Him and Magne go shopping together

He treats Toga and Mustard like his adopted children, because they are his adopted children ❤️

Spinner teaches Compress how to play video games. Compress is not good at them, but Spinner still would play with him despite how bad he is

Compress doesn’t like being picked up, especially if the one picking him up is Muscular (I can totally see Muscular picking him up just to fuck with him, meanwhile Compress is screaming in terror LMAO)

Compress and Dabi play chess sometimes. Dabi gets pissed that Mister wins all the games, so he burns the chess board while Compress is smirking evilly under the mask

Despite Twice being a year younger than Compress, Compress calls him a young lad while he calls himself an old man. How does that logic even work??

He likes getting approval from Shigaraki

Compress calls Mustard “My boy” like the proud and supportive father he is ❤️

Compress is bisexual!! That man is not straight!!

Compress does drag (with the help of Magne and Toga), his drag name being Ms. Compress

Compress owns one of those sexy bunny costumes, but no one knows because he makes sure no one does.

There’s a lot of things I have for him soo I’ll make a part 2 at some point >:]

[Tags of the league mentioned: @dusty-handyman @mistdad @little-sis-toga @dabis-blueflame @spinner-the-gecko @must4rdmha @bl00dymerder @magnetic-sister @duality-in-spandex]

[starhvney]

Could I get a coffee with cream and a side of sugar cookies (with the family being more so with kids/family life) with a bagel please with the character Travis in the mystreet universe

(I don’t know if I did this right-)

𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝟎𝟖: 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫!!

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: established relationship, fluff, domestic/family at home

𝐚/𝐧: for sure!! this was a cute one hehe

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☆ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

A smirk tugs at your lips as obvious giggles come from behind the living room curtains. Two pairs of feet stick out from either end of the window, your children’s hiding spots ridiculously amateur despite how long they’d been playing the game today. You shake your head from where you rested on the chair, cheek smushed into your hand as you continue to listen to their adorable hushed whispers.

One might wonder why they were so obvious with their locations, though when Travis marches in the doorway, you have an inkling of why they didn’t try harder as their little feet get ready to run at a moment's notice.

“Oh, hello lovely wife,” he grins, setting his hands on his hips as he walks right up to the window, turning his back to your kids and wagging his eyebrows at you knowingly. “Have you happened to see two little munchkins wreaking havoc around here?”

“Hm… I can’t say I have…” you trail your words off, a funny smile spreading on your own lips.

The small giggles are stifled as you both grow quiet for a moment; and he lets the suspense build with a mirthful look twinkling in his eyes. Slowly, he turns around, before pushing away the curtains with a loud, playful “Rah!”, startling your son and daughter to scream. They immediately take off, little feet thudding as they make their escape to the hallway as Travis chases after them—maniacal laughter following their screeches of joy at the game of tag.

You raise an eyebrow when the loud shouting stops, holding your breath as you try to overhear what was happening deeper in the house. Suddenly, your husband’s previous laughter turns into playful shouts of fear while your children are the ones laughing evilly, their collective footsteps approaching the living room again.

Your son shoots a nerf gun dart at the back of Travis’s head, the shot landing just as he runs around your chair. With a dramatic gasp, he falls down onto the rug, sprawling his limbs out by his sides and going limp with a dramatic groan of “death”.

The children pause when he doesn’t move after, the theatrical man selling the part of being taken out by the oh so lethal styrofoam bullet.

“…Daddy?” Your daughter calls, being the first brave soul to step forward to the dormant volcano.

It was so amusing to you how the children anticipated his reaction, when he’d repeat this same act with them every single time. Still, a startled shout leaves her lips when he flips around, pulling her down into his trap and exaggeratively pretending to eat her like a monster.

“No! Let her go!” Your son heroically dives forward, seeming to forget the nerf gun in his hands as he goes to wrestle her from Travis’s clutches, only to get swallowed by the beast as Travis snatches him down as well.

With one child tucked in each arm, your goofy husband springs up into the air, spinning them around as they kick and squirm with elated giggles.

“Mommy! Save us!”

“Help!!”

You finally stand up from your spot, putting a hand on your hip and pointing at him with the other as you approach the scene. “Unhand them!”

“Never!” He cackles, holding onto the little ones tighter as he dashes down the hall into the bedroom with you in tow.

With a soft thud and a harmony of giggles, all four of you end up flopping onto the mattress, ending the final act of Travis’s favorite play. As the kids are busy rolling around on the duvet, he not-so-sneakily leans in, pressing a soft and lingering kiss on your lips. Pulling away, his bright green eyes drift across your face, an unspeakable gratefulness in them.

“They just swapped cooties!”

“Ew!”

©starhvney 2024. do not plagiarize, feed to any AI, or repost my works to any sites.

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[macrocest]

The first 10 Works in Macrocest Bingo: Winter 2024 Edition are here!!

It’s already time for our first recap! We have TEN shipcest works to get you in the mood for winter.

We’ve got lots of fandoms here and all of these are quick reads at 5k words or less!

Please be mindful of the tags and warnings on AO3, this is a dead dove friendly event!

your circuits in the sea by puppetdyke E | Star Trek: Lower Decks (Cartoon) | Badgey (Star Trek)/Sam Rutherford

Badgey glitches into the present. In front of Samanthan, he floats upward, forcing his father to gaze at him from a rough grasp beneath the chin. “It could’ve been better than this, but no,” he continues. “You didn’t want me.”

Beautiful Lilac Flower by Lizzie_queen_of_meigas NR | Flowers in the Attic - V. C. Andrews | Christopher Foxworth Sr./Corrine Foxworth, Corrine Foxworth/Bartholomew Winslow

Corrine Dollanganger, Corrine Foxworth, is a lot of things, and vengeful is one of them.

never promised you (an open heart) by puppetdyke E | Star Trek: Lower Decks (Cartoon) | D'Erika Tendi/D'Vana Tendi

D’Erika groans. She lurches - as if turning to leave - before some greater enlightenment envelops her and she turns right back to D’Vana, leans in closer, smiles. “Pretend he’s me.”

Red bikinis by mikeellee NR | Danny Phantom | Danny Fenton/Jazz Fenton

What a hormonal boy does alone in his room is not a mystery. What Danny does in his room alone or with his sister IS a mystery.

The Collar by JaggedEdges M | 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù | Nie Huaisang/Nie Mingjue

Nie Huaisang collars Nie Mingjue.

Taking Charge by The_Fourth_Queen E | Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling  | George Weasley & Percy Weasley, Fred Weasley & Percy Weasley, Ron Weasley's Uncle Bilius / George Weasley

"I think Uncle Bilius is having a nightmare,” Fred blurted out nervously, “He's grunting and making these weird sounds, and he's holding Georgie really tightly and Georgie isn't waking up!" Percy didn't know what to do. He wanted to cry. But he couldn’t. He was almost twelve years old and he's in charge of his siblings tonight. He shouldn’t be crying!

Mama Said by spirt_anniemal M | Neon Genesis Evangelion | Akagi Naoko/Akagi Ritsuko

Ritsuko still writes letters to her late mother. Sometimes she responds.

an audience of one by TenebrisKukris E | Evillious Chronicles, Vocaloid | Behemo Barisol/Levia Barisol

Sexytimes ensue when Behemo decides to perform some sexting with Levia now that they're in the Fourth Period.

You're In My Bed, Uncle Peter by whimsicalmeerkat for Aconitehart E | Teen Wolf (TV) | Derek Hale/Peter Hale

Stiles had thought it was funny at first. He'd made a million jokes about sex pollen. They stopped when he looked up the flowers Peter had been sent. When he realized Peter would actually die, and this time it would almost certainly stick. Derek wasn't going to risk Peter's life on the slim chance that it wouldn't. ~ Fuck or die of the sex pollen variety.

Love On Ice by Ives_Blossom E | The Flash (TV 2014), The Flash - All Media Types, DCU, DCU (Comics) | Leonard Snart/Lisa Snart

Lisa and Leonard go ice skating in a park, but Leonard can't seem to keep his hands to himself.

[lexosaurus]

The Phantom Martian: Chapter 6

Things are picking up, and with this chapter, almost all the pieces are in place.... Can you picture me right now? Grinning evilly, rubbing my hands together as I sit on my throne surrounded by hellfire? Yes yes yessss I am. Very excited. Very excited right now.

This fic is a crossover between Danny Phantom x The Martian. You don't have to have read/watched The Martian to understand this fic. The tl;dr of The Martian is "funny man gets trapped on Mars during a NASA mission." There, now you have all the context needed to enjoy this fic!

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Summary: When Astronaut Mark Watney went to Mars, he knew there was a chance he'd never come home. Now, though, he's determined to last long enough for NASA to save him because this whole dying for science thing is not as fun as it sounds.

Meanwhile, Danny Fenton is just trying to keep his identity a secret amidst a potential crisis with his powers. Seriously, what's up with that weird current under his skin? Why is he having so much trouble controlling it? And why does it feel so familiar...?

In a fit of determination (and possible stupidity), Danny goes to Mars to save Watney, only to add to both their crises when he arrives and can't get home. Will NASA save them? Will Danny have a home to return to if they do?

Chapter WC: 4928

Fic Tags: Danny Fenton & Mark Watney, Canon Divergence, Ecton AU

Chapter excerpt under the cut

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Danny tapped his food, anxiously awaiting the news. He wasn't sure why he felt some sort of…personal responsibility.

Is that what it was?

But no, that was silly. Phantom was a ghost.

And maybe it would have stayed a silly thought had reporter Cathy Warner not uttered a phrase that knifed through Danny's very core.

“...there are no superheroes on Mars to save Watney, are there?”

Dr. Kapoor laughed, his voice polite and easygoing. “No saviors descending from the sky on Mars, unfortunately! But that's what my team is for at NASA. We have all twelve of our Martian satellites taking round-the-clock photos of the Ares 3 site and tracking Watney's movements. The European Space Agency has kindly supplied both of theirs for our mission as well.”

Danny froze.

No saviors descending from the sky, Dr. Kapoor had said.

No superheros on Mars.

What if…what if Danny could change that? 

But how? He couldn't…he didn't have any semblance of control over his portal powers. Hell, they were nothing but just a glorified light show right now.

But what if that changed? Could he rescue Mark Watney then?

[sotogalmo]

HAIIII GHANK YOU SO MUCH FOR LIKING MYO ;;;;; THE TAGS LEGIT MADE ME SO EMOTIONAL RAHHHHHH....ajd i didnt knew if i should answer via the askbox or a revlog but i decided to come here...

AND AUGHHH I READ FLOR'S PROFILE AFTER U MENTIONED HER AND SHES SUCH A SWEETHEARRTTTTTTTT...Also ths flower symbolism.........Fun fact Myo also has a lot of flower symbolism, especially in her name like Flor has.....(also as a fun fact, "Flor" literally means flower in portuguese.....Ehehehe) theyre flower friends frrr

AND THE MAYO NICKNAME....HELPPPPP......BUT MYO WOULD ACCEPT IT VERY WELL BECAUSECITS FUNNY!!!!!!!

And also i made some lil sketches of them, hope u dont mind and that they arent too ooc!!!! Again thank u soooo much for liking myo 💘💘💘/gen if u ever wanna talk abt these two or anything else (since i noticed u likes stuff like funger and evillious too points 🫵) feel free to talk with me!!!!

CLOWN!!!! CLOWN!!!! IM SHALING YOU. YOUUUUUU. IM SHAKING YOU......

I got this very early at school (it's cool, you are forever free to go into my inbox) and so that's why I took me so long to get back to you but!!!!

WUAGUAGAUAG??!!!! TAHNK YOU SO MUCH FOR DRAWING MY LIL JESTER..........

That's so nice of you,,,;;;; iagahudgaudbshvshdbsusbsh/pos

And it's even funnier. I said "What the flip" before seeing the doodles so when I saw Flor saying that. I'm wa s shocked as hell/pos

God. I LOVE how you doodled both of them, and THANK YOU for like. Noticing the fact that Flor was trained to sing louder and such (given that her songs when it was her round was Readymade by Ado),,, I don't really think others notice that and ajjshdbsjbfjsjsjdj. Yeah

You are so free to draw Flor. Whenever you want to, you are free to draw her. I get so fucking happy when I get fanart of her. It's amazing. Keep it comin'/gen /pos. I love it all and I keep it within my heart/gen

Oughahahaghaha. Myoooo,,, honestly the more I look at her hair style the more it reminds me of Cassie and it fucks me up/pos. Little girl,,, she loves her friends. ,, flower friends. Hell yeah... (And besides,, tbh,, myo kinda reminds me of roses,, wugauaguag. I see Flor playing with her hair and just being amazed on how it's structured and all. Pfft- imagine if one of the times on where they are gardening, Flor accidentally eats the soil- ushausgsudhs)

And as a thank you for drawing/doodling/just generally liking Flor:3, I decided to draw Myo!

(I was at art class when doing this so it was actually perfect timing! — I drew her on paper, the flower and the grass was edited on from my phone's photo editor)

I hold her dearly in my hands,,,,

[ultimate-shipper-blog]

Part 10:

Lydia says her goodbyes to the rest of the group. They hug her, wish her luck. They don't mention that they're ready for battle. That the molotovs are a normal accessory.

Nancy walks up to her.

"Are you sure about this?" Nancy asks.

"Yeah Aunt Nancy it'll be fine." She gives her a stern nod and heads over towards her parents.

"Ok kiddo, you ready?"

"Yeah," she breathes out. "Let's go."

---

They're in Steve's house. A house she's never seen before. She's looking around his room trying to learn everything she can about him through the small details scattered around. She's sitting on his bed cross-legged. Steve and Eddie sitting in chairs across from her.

"How should I do this?"

"Um...maybe just talk about your thoughts when you got here?"

"Ok so...when I woke up and the first thing I saw was Robin I thought 'oh normal' until I saw how young she looked, not that she looks that old now-"

"Lydia."

"Right sorry, nervous. When it set in what was going on I was filled with hope. I wanted to see you so bad. I hadn't talked to you since I was five and five years olds don't make good conversation. I believed in a second chance for just a minute. I thought when you saw me, you'd know me. You kind of did. You saw yourself in me I could see it on your face. I was so happy to see both of you again a part of me didn't care that you didn't know who I was. I was just happy to be in your presence."

Steve starts laughing.

"That's funny!" It's uncontrollable now. "Why would you think something so stupid."

Eddie tags along, "I raised you for twenty years alone and all you care about is him? You ungrateful, stupid, piece of-"

"Hello Henry," Lydia says calmly.

Steve looks at her with little shock on his face until his mouth unfurls into a nasty smile.

"Hello Lydia."

He grows, transforms into the monster she's heard so much about.

"Why have you taken an interest in me huh? Still tricking girls into doing what you want?"

He holds out an arm and her throat constricts. She's not in Steve's bedroom anymore she's in a vine covered room.

"Trick you? No. I'm here to help you. Just as you can help me."

Lydia scoffs.

He turns back into Eddie.

"Aw don't be like that munchkin~ don't you want to help dear old Pa hmm?"

"How dare you wear his face." There's fire in her eyes. It hurts to speak, hurts to breathe.

"I can help you you know? I can bring him back in your timeline."

"...how?"

"All I have to do...is hear a yes. Join me. Lend me your body and I can make you a family again."

She feels goosebumps run down her arms. That's the signal.

"Ok Henry. Deal."

-----

It hurts. It flows through her like lightning. It's the most pain she's ever been in. She's back in Steve's room but she's not in control. She can see everything from the back of her mind.

She can see Nancy pointing a gun at her. El has her hand raised and Steve and Eddie look confused. Good.

"What are you doing Nance? You're her family! Put the gun down! That's my daughter!"

"Not anymore Steve."

"We will stop you Henry," El says.

Vecna laughs evilly. "You silly humans think you could have beat me? I've taken the one you care for the most. You would never hurt this form and now I will turn it into a vessel of my own creation. I know your plan. I know anything she knows." He sounds off like their voices have merged. It's equally off pitch and there's vibrations with every word.

There's something wrong. Vecna knows. When he searched through her memories he was unable to see them all. Time travel is a crazy son of a bitch, and I'm sure the brain block El but in her head didn't help either.

He thought he'd win. He actually thought he'd succeed.

He finally realized what they've done. What's about to happen.

"No!" Vecna screams. "You fool!"

El rips out a scream. A gun goes off. The ceiling collapses.

She feels her body explode.

-----

Hours before the end:

"Can I speak to you?" Lydia asks Nancy.

Nancy nods at her, face serious.

They go to a private room away from everyone else.

"Aunt Nancy...when I was a kid you were the coolest person I ever met. I wanted to be you when I grew up. I know everything about you. You were a vital part in raising me."

Nancy looks surprised. "Ok? Why tell me now?"

"Because I know you so well, I need you to make the right decision. You're the only one I trust. My parents can't know."

"Ok."

"He has to possess me I have to be bait. The only wait they were able to beat him in my timeline is when he took on my dad's human form while the other people destroyed his physical body."

"We did that though with Max."

"No you don't understand he fully put himself into Steve's body. Leaving his physical body just a husk to be burned. He thought he could turn it into an impenetrable vessel. He didn't realize his powers wouldn't work. How weak the human body was...which brings me to my next point."

"What is it?"

"I need you to make sure I die."

"What?!"

"They're going to try to stop me. I know it's the only way. I'm taking my dad's place in this timeline. Someone has to die...why not let it be someone who didn't belong here to begin with."

Nancy's eyes well up with tears but she agrees. Brain over heart. Like Lydia knew she would be.

---

A primal scream rings through the house. Her dad's are screaming, holding her body. She wishes she can understand what's going on.

"He's gone!" Dustin shouts, trying to get them to let her go. "Maybe we can save her?" She doesn't know when he got there. That's good. It means their part is done. She's lost track of time. She's losing so much blood.

Oh. That's right. She's dying.

"It had to be done. I had to take your place. I won't make it." She coughs up some blood.

"NOOOO!" They're wailing. It hurts her ears. Don't they understand? They fixed it. They won. They should he happy.

"She's my daughter! You won't take her from me!"

"I just got her I'm not losing her!"

She can feel a tear drip down her face she doesn't know who it belongs to. She feels closer to her dad than ever before, she understands how he died now.

Her face is turned so she looks directly into their faces. They're red, tear stained, swollen. Mouths open in uncontrollable sob.

"Hey," she whispers. "It's ok."

"I'll see you again soon."

And she dies.

----

One chapter left! The epilogue...

Please comment!!!

Now complete!

Tag:

@tinyplanet95 @jaytriesstrangerthings @bookworm0690

[danieyells]

Hello, Haru simp here! The one that asked for his affinity lines (thank you very much!!!) (*｀▽´*) need you to know that so many thoughts have plagued my mind after reading them many times that it's become obligatory every time I come across your blog while scrolling through the driest tag on tumblr known as tokyo dubunker 😭 I wanna take care of him so badly! Make him get all the rest he needs and eat 3 full balanced meals every day >:(

Maybe I should punish him by edging him, you know? Only good boys who get the necessary amount of sleep and don't skip out on meals get to come ✨️ if he begs enough, maybe I'll give him what he wants (definitely not gonna overstimulate him so badly nooo couldn't be me *rubs hands together evilly or some shit*) this is so fucking mild, but yeah :) feel free to hand over any thoughts of yours please 👀

belated HELLO WELCOME BACK HARU SIMP! :D and kdsjhfiueh WELL NOW I FEEL BAD THAT I HAVEN'T PUT THEM ALL IN. I mean I already felt kinda bad about i tbut. I'll get around to that and you can have a few more crumbs, although usually when I left out lines back then it was because they weren't as interesting imo haha. BUT YOU NEED YOUR CRUMBS.

I don't really go through the tags because. I already don't have enough time for the things i wanna do lol and i'd probably get annoyed by negativity in there since i'm here for a good time. But it's a pretty small fandom and we go a month between updates(and the game pretty much just came out what last month?) so it's understandable that there's not usually much going on in the tags!

I think he'd appreciate the intent but he'd ABSOLUTELY DODGE THE SHIT OUT OF YOUR ATTEMPTS TO MAKE HIM TAKE BETTER CARE OF HIMSELF he's ~too busy~ for quality self care, anon!!! Disregard that he goes out and gets drunk on like a nightly basis. . . . But I get the care urges anon. By god I need him to eat properly at the very least. Especially since his stigma causes him to like have a weakened immune system? or was it always weak i don't remember what exactly Nicolas said. like BUDDY YOU NEED TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF. SOMEBODY NEEDS TO TAKE CARE OF YOU.

hehehe mild thoughts are also welcome anon. just because i'm a bit of a filthmonger doesn't mean i don't enjoy mild kinks or sweet things. You might have to trick him into it a little bit, but he'd probably think it's clever/funny of you to try and force him to eat or sleep by denying him or overstimulating him! It's not like he's doing it on purpose! He can't just not be busy no matter how much you overstimulate him!!! He can't just find free time even if he doesn't get to cum! Wouldn't it be better to feed him while you have sex and then let him take a nap after he cums!? You can stay for sleepy cuddles if you want-- Or maybe you can help him or bring him food or convince Towa and Ren to help, then he'll have a little more time!

If he can't convince you into another strategy, he'll let you have your way and let you try and edge him--but you're gonna have to be committed. He's got a lot of patience and stubbornness--and he's kind of used to being disappointed so edging him is a slow process. But with enough time and effort he'll start to squirm a bit. He's leaking all over your hand the whole way. Little by little he starts to squirm and buck and his cock starts to twitch and he starts to say less and less. Occasionally he whinges or groans or tells you how unfair you're being about all of this. He knows you want him to beg but he can't compromise on this, he can't, it's better that he just tries not to talk at all because if he opens his mouth he is not going to be able to stop begging and he doesn't think he can uphold a promise to take better care of himself--but eventually he breaks and starts begging once it gets to be too much. He's so sensitive after everything, he doesn't think he can do it but he has to come so if you want him to beg you can hear it!!!

When you finally get him to agree to try and eat and sleep enough tomorrow and let him cum it's a lot. You almost think you overdid it the way it sounds like he might be sobbing from relief totally not your fault he's stubborn though-- between the shaky moans and cries, but he just kind of. Conks out after coming. He works too much and that was a lot on his body. But, hey, after he wakes up from his post-nut nap and gets you both cleaned up he sleeps through the night! It's a start!!!

(this care effort lasts maybe a day before he's back to the usual, of course. No rest for the weary! There's just too much to do!! You'll forgive him, right?)

[suenitos]

if I may add to the 9-1-1 mention, the show has been out for almost 7 years now and suddenly after this March, the fandom happened to start rpfing (at least publicly and with an ao3 tag for the ship) and I seriously think its because of all the dnfers who transferred there. also vouch for it being a great show.

i kinda saw a bit of that where one of the actors got a bit sassy with an obvious rpfer on one of his posts with the other guy i giggled so evilly. it was a bit funny

[321spongebolt]

For my depiction of Background Singer as Oogie Boogie Background Singer, I thought Oogie Boogie's theme song from "The Nightmare Before Christmas" could be covered by my OC not surprisingly. In fact, for how I would make my own version of the episode, "A Christmas Plotz", Oogie Boogie Background Singer makes his debut after Wakko disappears. Babes Bunny I thought would be depicted as a vulture with a Thurl Ravenscroft voice. Earlier, the vulture would've sung "You're a Mean One, Mr. Plotz" (a cover of "You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch", no less) just before Wakko sings his Ghost of Christmas Past song. Babes would still stick around when Background Singer appears as Oogie Boogie Background Singer.

And since this whole episode is suppose to be a nightmare like the original "Christmas Carol" story is depicted as, Dot as the Ghost of Christmas Present is the wife of Oogie Boogie Background Singer. For their first appearance, after the CEO finds another present on his desk and pulls the tag off, ghouls and demons fly out of it and have Mr. Plotz's hands tied behind his chair. And down below are the lyrics for Oogie Boogie Background Singer singing his theme song.

[LYRICS]

(As soon as Mr. Plotz unties the ribbon, an instrumental plays for 14 seconds while dark magic covers the whole office. Then on a trumpet blare, Dot and Oogie pop out of the box.)

Dot (Mad): Who are you calling a fruitcake? (Turns visible)

Oogie Boogie Background Singer: (Steps out of the box) Well, well, well! What have we here? Mr. Plotz, huh? OH! I'm really scared! So you're the one everyone's been hating for so long! (Evilly laughs and starts to speak to the music)

Oogie Boogie Background Singer (Spoken): ♪You're joking! You're joking! I can't believe me eyes!♪

♪You're joking me, you've gotta be! This can't be the right guy!♪

He's ancient!

Oogie Boogie Background Singer (Deep voice): He's ugly!

Oogie Boogie Background Singer (Normal voice): I don't know which is worse! I might just split a seam now if I don't die laughing first!

♪Mister Oogie Boogie says there's trouble close at hand. (Grabs Mr. Plotz by his chest and lifts him up to his height)♪

Oogie Boogie Background Singer (Mad) (Spoken): ♪YOU BETTER PAY ATTENTION NOW! 'Cause I'm the Boogie Man!♪

Oogie Boogie Background Singer (Sung): ♪And if you aren't shaking, there's something very wrong!♪

♪'Cause this may be the last time, you hear the Boogie song. (Turns to his demons) Whoa!♪

Demons: ♪Whoa!♪

Oogie Boogie Background Singer: ♪Whoa! (Opens a box, unleashing Dot's pets.)♪

Dot's pets: ♪Whoa!♪

Oogie Boogie Background Singer: ♪Whoa!♪

High-Pitched Vultures: ♪Whoa!♪

Oogie Boogie Background Singer, Dot, and his army: ♪I'm/He's the Oogie Boogie Man!♪

Oogie Boogie Background Singer (Spoken): ♪Well, if I'm feeling ANTSY (When Oogie yells "ANTSY!", ants fly out of his mouth and land on Mr. Plotz' face.) and I've nothing much to do, I might just cook a special batch of Snake and Spider Stew!♪

♪And don't you know the one thing, that would make it work so nice A roly-poly Mr. Plotz to add a little SPICE!♪

Dot, Oogie's Henchmen, and Vultures: ♪Whoa!♪

Oogie Boogie Background Singer (Sung): ♪Whoa!♪

Dot, Oogie's Henchmen, and Vultures: ♪Whoa!♪

(Oogie Boogie Background Singer evilly laughs)

♪Whoa!♪

Oogie Boogie Background Singer: Yeah.

Oogie Boogie Background Singer, Dot, and his army: ♪I'm/He's the Oogie Boogie Man!♪

Mr. Plotz (Mad) (Spoken): ♪Release me now, or you will face the dire consequences!♪

♪The Warners are expecting me, so please! Come to your senses!♪

Oogie Boogie Background Singer (Spoken): ♪You're joking! You're joking! I can't believe me ears! (Spins Mr. Plotz around)♪

♪Will someone shut this follow up? (Kicks him to the floor)♪

♪I'm drowning in my tears!♪

♪It's funny! I'm laughing! You really are too much!♪

And now with your permission, I'm going to do my stuff.

Mr. Plotz (Scared): Wha-what are you going to do?

Oogie Boogie Background Singer: I'm gonna do the best I can.

(During the jazzy instrumental, Dot steps out of the box to introduce herself.)

Dot: I'm the Ghost of Christmas Present. It’s a pun. Get it?

Vulture: Ha! Yes!

Oogie Boogie Background Singer (Sung): ♪WHOA! The sounds of rolling dice to me is music in the air! (Throws five dice blocks onto the floor, four of which reveal Mr. Plotz' face.)♪

Oogie Boogie Background Singer (Spoken): ♪'Cause I'm a gambling Boogie man, although I don't play fair!♪

(Oogie pours the dice back in the cup, and magically pulls out a long chain.)

Oogie Boogie Background Singer (Sung): ♪It's much more fun, I must confess, when lives are on the line! (Throws the chain at Mr. Plotz, tying him up.)♪

Oogie Boogie Background Singer (Spoken): ♪Not mine, of course. But yours, old boy! Now that'd be just fine!♪

Mr. Plotz (Spoken): ♪Release me fast, or you will have to answer for this heinous act!♪

Oogie Boogie Background Singer (Spoken): ♪Oh brother! You're something! You put me in a spin! (Pulls the chain, and spins Mr. Plotz around.)♪

♪But you aren't comprehending, the position that you're in!♪

(Oogie's demons and Dot's pets surround Mr. Plotz and slowly walk closer to him from all angles)

Oogie Boogie Background Singer (Spoken) (Off-screen): ♪It's hopeless! You're finished! And you haven't got a prayer!♪

Oogie Boogie Background Singer (Spoken) (On-screen): ♪(Opens his folded wings that say "OOGIE" on each wing) Because I'm "Mr. Oogie Boogie", and you ain't going nowhere. (Evilly laughs and turns to his wife)♪

Let's finishhh him off.

(Just then, bouncy upbeat music begins to play, with Dot and Oogie dancing while holding hands.)

Oogie Boogie Background Singer and Dot: ♪Thaddeus Plotz, you mean old man! Causing pain wherever you can, it's all about to hit the fan, you greedy C.E.O.!♪

♪You're guilty in the first degree of causing pain and misery!♪

(Dot and Oogie throw Mr. Plotz in the box and Dot dives in after him)

♪Now it's time for you to see, so hang on, here we go!♪♪

Oogie Boogie Background Singer (On the final note of the music): Hey! (Oogie flies into the box)

[fictionkinfessions]

Honestly I hate having like a mini fandom around me. Like. I’m a minor character. Yet there’s all these people making art of me, headcanons, etc… you’d think it’d be nice but it isn’t. I’ve seen way too many jokes about things that I experienced, people making like really random jokes that got out of hand and literally caused me to have bad memories, art of me and people I downright hate, ship art (i don’t know Michelle, why is this so popular), and all the popular headcanons that just didn’t happen with me. I’m tired of trying to block a lot of tags because I just know one day I’m gonna come across another bit of content that’s gonna trigger me.

Also. The bomb boy jokes aren’t funny. Well, in my eyes they aren’t. You can like them if you want. But everytime I see them, it reminds me that my first purpose was to be a weapon of mass destruction. Nothing else. Guess it’s okay for my purpose to be a weapon after all and not learn to be actually human~ ✨

— Punishment/Amostia, The Evillious Chronicles #📺🎙️💥

🍂

[prskcostumes]

Card Costume Directory (Year Two, First Half)

All event cards are placed under their own tag to be grouped together properly, but this list is to help people find the exact costume they might be looking for.The list is in order of release. This post goes from after the 1st anniversay event (Bout for Beside You) until the 1.5 anniversary event (Cherry Blossoms Across Sekai, Interconnecting Our Feelings).

Bout for Beside You - Don't give up・Style - Believe in・Style

Revival my dream - Archaic Alchemist - Forest Guardian

My Footprints, Your Destination - Dark Clouds Cloak - Seeking Cloak

Unwavering Feelings, Now Put Into Words - Tenderness Sister - Thoughtful Sister

Buddy・Funny・Spend Time♪ - Twinkle Parade - Sweet Night Parade

Intersecting Melodies, Glowing Warmth - Snowflake Jacket - Snow Crystal Coat

MOREMOREMakingXmas - Sweet Queen Dress - Lovely Rook Dress

Evillious Collab - Lucifenia Kingdom's Princess' Formal Dress - Lucifenia Kingdom's Servant Attire - Bloodstained Insanity Dress - The Female Duke's Bewitching Dress - USE Dark Star Bureau's Judge Attire

Same Dreams, Same Colors - Winter Camp Jacket - Autumn Camp Jacket

Colorful Festival - Supercalifragilistic Balloon Dress - Galaxy Dark Suit

Beyond Prayers, the Tomorrow We Wish for Is… - Oracle Girl Style - Tranquil School Style - Elegant Street Style

POP IN MY HEART!! - Captain☆Mix Candy - Waffle Ambassador - Gummy Bear Tour Guide

Someday, From the Depths of Despair - Reminiscence Gothic - Dim Light Gothic - Not Lost Gothic

Operation ♡ Secret Valentine! - Sweetheart Lady - Café Mocha Daughter - Cutie Ribbon Girl

Legend still vivid - Sky Runner Jacket - Dream Scenery Style - Bloomy Sky Hoodie

That Day, the Sky Was Far Away - Rider on the Road - Hard Rock Riders - Long Trip Riders

The Gentleman Thief's Thrilling White Day!? - Chivalrous Chevalier - Noble Paladin - Optatio Eques

Cast Spell on You - Magical Tailor Witch - Pretty Cat Witch - More Fortune Witch

On This Blank Canvas, I Paint - Peinture Cloth - Poetry Cloth - Pastoral Cloth

Colorful Festival - Lovely Vivid Devil - Notice Suspenders

Cherry Blossoms Across Sekai, Interconnecting Our Feelings - Evening Cherry Blossom Matoi - Spring-Colored Sukajan - Sakura Student - Hanageki Attire・Sakura

[llycaons]

lot of fun opinions on that homophobic shonen protags poll

the debates over yusuke rage. he was openly transphobic on screen, but is also friends with kurama so..hm.

#but I can't believe yusuke has votes when he canonically kissed his bestie#he's a transphobe not a homophobe

obviously there's overlap but! much to consider. he's also someone who grows up a lot during the series and is notably more chill as an older teenager. he definitely said slurs as a 14 yr old tho

ichigo is barely developed but his series is full of stereotypes of gay men as overly concerned with appearance, evilly effeminate, and sexually predatory. 'he has gay friends' says one tag but um citation FUCKING needed! wait shit

#ichigo doesn't understand but he's got the spirit you know? like he thought uryu was gay and tried to be supportive

oh fuck this might have actually happened. okay maybe ichigo isn't the worst but I'm leaving up my earlier thought bc im not a coward

#ive never seen bleach but that guy looks like he'd be an iphone user

ichigo actually predates iphones! but this is not relevant to the discussion

also the tags calling edward a smug atheist bastard vs. his 'love is love' edit lmao

#who the heck slandering Edward Tho!? This boy ain’t give a crap about homo he got better things to worry about. you go little atheist boy.#He the bane of the military existence for a reason that he works for that only keep him around because he good at alchemy. KNOW THE SERIES.

first of all the way this is written is insane. second of all what does being homophobic have to do with being the bane of the military?!

WAIT THERE'S MORE

#who the fuck is calling edward elric homophobic???? yeah he's an annoying atheist but he's so so antifa

PLEASE HE WORKS FOR THE MILITARY

The amount of people saying "edward isnt homophobic" is so funny. The "love is love i see no difference) meme is not the actual edward elric hes a libertarian military brat. Get a grip #''hes so antifa'' you gotta be smoking dick

LIBERTARIAN EDWARD ELRIC

I see why people call yusuke and naruto bi or gay but edward I never really saw it...his friendship with ling seems very hetero to me. fma always came off as a a very cishet series (lest we forget arawaka's 'men are muscular and women are va-voom' doodle + the heteronormative nuclear family ending). and deku and ichigo too I think they're just straight kids

#also izukus homophobia comes from his bully being a fruity bastard

scream?

'most of these protagonists would never be homophobic' I think you've wildly overestimated the average early 2000s 15 year old shonen boy ngl

#kirito vouldnt care less about anything but his friends/harem#he dropped fighting to live out his little nuclear family fantasy#being homophobic isnt on his radar

wow I wonder if having a nuclear family fantasy would predispose you to certain regressive ideas about gender roles and sexual orientation. it's not like most people consciously make an effort to Be Homophobic it just arises from a set of assumptions and stereotypes you're exposed to in a homophobic society....I feel like the person who wrote this may be stupid. this guy is sweeping the poll currently and at least half of the tags that mention him fucking hate him so it sounds like he's a piece of shit. some people are defending him saying he's bi tho. tbh I didn't even think people liked sword art online, famous harem incel incest fantasy about a chronically online gamer boy, in the year of your lord 2024 anymore

back and forths about deku. as a more recent shonen protag he seems less hateful to me but he also seems very het and the author is nasty so. hm

#wtf voted Luffy? he would never. he's literally a pirate

GOOD NEWS EVERYONE PIRATES CAN'T BE HOMOPHOBIC. like I agree but also what an argument, it's kind of nice to see luffy so low since I liked his vibes in the live action but WHO IS VOTING GON??!!!!! you're saying gon is more homophobic that YUSUKE??!!! I don't think gon even knows what homophobia IS and if he did he'd think it was messed up! not a single tag here is disagreeing so maybe they were mistaken votes

goku struck me as foolish yet well-meaning which is what everyone is agreeing.

#also. Goku is aroace spectrum in my hearth. just throwing that out there

god I wish I lived in a world where that meant he wasn't homophobic.

naruto seems to be a mixed bag bc he almost definitely is gay (even tho some ppl in the tags are like umm it's only POSSIBLE) but nobody can agree if he ever stopped being internalized homophobic about it or if he's a more 'confused but he's got the spirit' kind of deal

yuji ranks very low, which also makes sense bc jjk is a newer series and most shonen in the mid-00s had a lot more homophobia in general than they do now. he seems like a decent kid, tho I never finished s1. the pink hair makes him seem chiller than most

kagome is getting mixed reviews but mostly landing on the not homophobic side. having seen nothing of inuyasha I cannot comment. some tags saying she's a fujoshi some saying shes bi some say both

lots of people saying lucy fairy tale so I'm obligated to mention her but idk shit about that show except it looked kinda misogynistic so if she WAS homophobic I'll give her a pass/s

#kirito is the only answer here because everyone else is gay

im sorry but edward and ichigo are like some of the straightest guys in shonen like please

and FINALLY arguments about whether death note should be included, since it was run in shonen jump. it's not a purely action/fantasy series, so that's probably why it was left out, but it WAS targeted towards teenage boys so I guess it would technically count. anyway everyone is saying light would win by a landslide if he was listed

thanks for coming to my breakdown I will probably revisit this in a week when the poll ends