#the joys of owning a rabbit /silly

[spinnysocks]

Does Chester have any interesting habits?

yes! he has a few; one i've noticed a lot is that he likes to pick up stones and move them. my best guess is that he chews on them to wear down his teeth, since they never stop growing!

chester also likes to settle down next to ornaments, usually this owl or unicorn that i have :] probably because they're in shaded areas

and like most rabbits, he just loves to chew/eat things he's not supposed to! most famously, he bit a big chunk off a plastic windmill once but of course turned out completely fine because rabbits are just Like That. rabbit owners are god's most stressed soldiers /silly

also bonus image for you of him "hiding" behind a plant pot bcuz he didn't want to go back in yet

[sunny-mercya]

Not so innocently

Poly! Billy and Stu x Male Reader

Fandom -> Scream 1996

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AU; Where Billy and Stu haven't died at the end of Scream and Sidney come to a haunting realisation.

The night, to say it vaguely kindly, had been a turbulent one—sort of messy even—that was for sure.

Sidney felt as if she had either run a marathon or swimming through a endless pool—where she was constantly being weighed down—both being a exhausting doing. If did done such thing, but she hadn't, it simply only feels like it.

Running, dodging knives and fighting for her own survival against someone, she saw as a friend—love interest even, but only minimal on a level of having a silly crush—someone she trust, was not something to remotely be compared to running a marathon or the such.

Those are completely different things to do and while the both give the same kind of adrenaline and emotional feeling, they still differ in their very own way against another.

You could say; One of those task sparks a fiercely joy in you, while the other does not.

The blinking lights, be it red or blue or both even, were like a flashing which hurts her eyes, giving her pounding start of a headache.

Sidney was there physically but not mentally. Her mind going rabbit holes, backt to what happen during the last few hours of the night or early morning—whatever seemed more fit now, in terms of time.

The paramedics were treating her wounds. Giving a new burning sensation of strings once more, whenever they disinfecting or bandage it up. She couldn't help herself but to wince from. Sidney blinked, focusing back to her very surroundings as she gives the officers in front of her a confused glance.

«Miss Prescott, we asked if you're sure Billy Loomis and Stu Macher are the murders. Both boys had been injured as well, just as servers as you are. There is also a report of witnesses, saying they saw Ghostface killing Mr.Finchglee in front of his sweets shop.»

«So, we're asking again, to testify, are you absolutely certain it was them?»

Of course. Of course the police wouldn't believe her, a surviving victim of a murderous psychotic blood chase.

Billy and Stu are two clever boys, they know what they have to do, what they can do. Their having plans and backup plans, in case something like this—her survival—would happen.

They know how to master their Ghostface act and game perfectly.

Sidney only nodded, not trusting her voice—fearing it would crack from how hoarse it was, breathtaking screaming she did all night long—and she wouldn't be able to form proper sentences at all anymore, tongue numb and heavy weight in her mouth.

The officer just sighed, leaving her be when one of the paramedics chastised them away, for hindering their work of first aid.

They would have to question her again anyways in the next few days and Sidney wouldn't straight out say that the police in Woodsboro is fatally bad, but, they could've been far better in their job.

Taking a deep intake of the fresh chilly air, Sidney glanced ahead, admiring the trees. Leaves already turning into the brownish colours and with the upcoming sunrise, a pretty sight. Something so mundane, was calming for her troublesome mind.

Then she saw it, no. She saw them.

Billy and Stu standing by the trees in all their, bloody, glory. Patched up but the dried blood still present on their clothes. Just a few meters of walk away from her. Near enough to see their faces clearly, but far to not hear what they say to each other.

Sidney shallowed hard. Taking a sharp intake of breath. Heart thumping in her chest.

Fuck.

Stu leaned against Billy, arm causally as always slung over his shoulders, flashing her that silly boyish smile. Billy stood there, arms just a bit crossed, lopsided grin on his lips, head tilted to the side.

Billy was mocking her.

Tears begun to brim in Sidneys eyes, a slight burning to it. Trying to blink them away.

One try. One fucking chance of a try she had. To end it all, this absolute madness and all but in the end, Sidney failed miserably.

And then, when you came jogging towards them, clothed in nothing more than shorts and a oversized shirt, Sidney wanted to gag right here and now.

You acting so lovely with them— Billy holding your waist, pulling you towards him and kissing you—was like adding salt and vinegar to her wounds. How naïve could a human, could you, be?

Aren't the signs obvious enough already? Are you so blind with love, that you're not able see it? To think logically at all?

Billy and Stu are Killers! They are both Ghostface!

How can someone innocently and pure, like you, be in love—in a romantic relationship—with two absolute insane maddening killers?

Sidney felt like a crying now.

~~~

You came jogging towards Billy and Stu, letting them catch you as you didn't stop your speed and engulfed them into a hug. They might could disappear within the next second and to simply feel them; their bodies, their breathing and heartbeats, was like a anchorage for your mind—which fills itself with ever so rising anxiety.

Billy's grin turned into a more gentle one, taking his focus away from Sidney and giving you all his attention.

He leaned down, close enough to your lips to pull them with his teeth and nibbling on them. Giving you sweet long kiss, till your lips were slightly swollen.

You laid your head on Billy's shoulder, Stu hugging you two from behind placing his chin onto your heads.

«I still think we should have killed her.» said Billy, still a bit pissy about it. Sidney's death would have been the cherry on top of the delightful blood spree.

«No~ Letting her live is a far more better –»

«Why?» Stu interrupted you with his questions,

«Because, Stu honey, it is more fun to let your prey live. Ya know, playing with her pretty little mind, making her trap in it till she can't feel safe anywhere anymore without hearing our voices. It's a haunting she can't escape without turning mad herself. Perhaps we bring her into a suicide even.» a chuckle leaving your lips, eyes twinkling with glee, just thinking about it brought you delight and you start to hum a song.

«Aren't you a adorable little sadistic babe,» Billy pecked your cheek, finding a liking to your idea.

«Only sometimes.» you mused. Gripping Billys and Stus hand a bit tighter. Only sometimes you agreed with yourself.

You had almost lost your boyfriends tonight. If you hadn't switched out the patrons in the pistole, Sidney would have shot them dead without remorseful mercy. You couldn't let that happen.

«You did planned something else too, didn't you?» asked Stu, bending down just a bit to nuzzle his face into your neck. Patting his head.

«I did, I did, a little head start, something which add a certain aesthetic to it.»

You gave Sidney a smile.

~~~

Sidney's ears picked up a sound, it wasn't overall loud, just faint enough to understand it. When Sidney could clearly heard it, after straining her hearing, she never had whipped her head faster around. Scaring some of the poor paramedics.

I'm still standing, yeah yeah yeah.

Looking like a true survivor!

And I'm still standin' after all this time.

Sidney saw your smile. A smile which didn't looked so innocently at all anymore. With the rising sun, it looked more of a devilish sinister one.

And dear god. The song which was being played from whatever Car radio, was like a cruel joke. A mishap of fate.

Sidney didn't stop the tears. Having come to the bitter realisation that you are one of them. Your also a killer, just as insane as Billy an Stu.

A true survivor is what you are indeed.

[audinosaur]

Please tell me more about the kyoutani and Yachi stepsiblings headcanon? I'm obsessed with thia concept

OF COURSE!! so glad u asked, this headcanon fills me with joy <3

‣ ok so in my mind madoka (yachi's mom) began dating kyoutani's dad while yachi was in middle school and kyoutani was starting high school

‣ and they technically don't get married until their kids have graduated high school, but kyouyachi still refer to each other as step siblings before it's official regardless

‣ yachi was TERRIFIED of kyoutani when she first met him omg. he had his default glare on his face and his hands were stuffed in his pockets and poor little hitoka was just internally panicking the whole time

‣ little did she know that kyoutani was equally as terrified (albeit for a very different reason, he was worried about making a bad impression, scaring off both hitoka & madoka and leaving his dad heartbroken)

‣ however! this nervousness faded when yachi saw kyoutani's phone background (a cute picture of his cute dog) and she, of course, had to show off her own (a silly picture of her silly rabbit) (bc if anyone were to have a pet rabbit it would be yachi)

‣ once they started talking about their pets the conversation flowed easily!

‣ yachi got kyoutani hooked on all her favorite girly kids shows, so now whenever anyone brings up sailor moon or winx club he perks up bc he knows the lore

‣ in return, he imparts all his eyeliner wisdom onto her

‣ i've mentioned this before but they edit some of their baby photos to make it look like they grew up together. then they'd give the photos to their parents as an anniversary present goof

‣ they rant to each other about crushes all the time!!! they related to one another on being enamored with someone unattainable that they greatly respected (kiyoko and iwaizumi)

‣ yachi has also heard all about how much yahaba pisses kyoutani off and has made countless jokes about how "you talk about him so much you might as well be in love with him lol"

‣ cue kyoutani turning into a blushing wreck of denial and yachi clutching her pearls like a scandalized aristocrat (she teased him relentlessly for months to come)

‣ kyoutani got her back when he properly introduced her to kanoka and realized yachi already had a massive crush on her

‣ additionally, kyoutani has proofread thousands of texts from hitoka to amanai (bc she needs to be double, triple, quadruple sure that it is "the best message to send" and makes her sound "cool" and not like "a desperate loser who wants to kiss amanai on the mouth")

‣ the kyoutani's are more quiet and relaxed compared to the anxious yachi's. kentarou & his dad really mellow out hitoka & her mom

‣ they go thrifting together all. the. TIME! literally one of their favorite pastimes is to try on ridiculous clothes and make up stories about who the previous owner was

‣ when kyoutani got his drivers license he automatically became yachi's chauffeur. his car also became "their" car as she began to leave some of her things in there and add her own hitoka flair (ie. a crochet bumblebee hanging from the front mirror)

‣ speaking of crochet!! yachi is such a crafty girl and she 100% crochets a bunch of things for kyoutani. namely she crochets little accessories and clothing items for his dog :)

that's all for now! these 2 are both such wonderful and interesting characters individually, so imagining their dynamic together is even more wonderful and interesting!!

[evuwus]

Lan Wangji is a rigid, stern and emotioneless man on the outside but on the inside, he is just a silly guy with so much love to give. He is so overflowing with love and he is terribly afraid that others would see it; notice his vulnerability or even worse, feel like they owe him.

He raised Lan Sizhui and treated him as his own son and younger brother, taught him everything and even protected him from the world and the truth. Anyone can imagine how hurtful that was to Lan Wangji; the fact that he couldn't share the wonderful memories he had with Wei Wuxian to Lan Yuan, he couldn't talk to him about the man that was taking care of him as a baby, the very man Lan Wangji loved. There was no one in the world except Lan Yuan who saw Wei Wuxian in the same way Lan Wangji did. And yet he chose not to say anything, out of unconditional love. He didn't want to impose the burden of the past to him, he didn't want to selfishly take away his happiness. He even burried him in a pile or rabbits, in attempts to give him the joy that Wei Wuxian provided him.

I can't not mention here the fact that Lan Wangji took care of the bunnies of Cloud recesses, feeding them by himself and taking care of them, despite keeping pets being against the rules. He had been following rules his whole life and yet when an opportunity arose to take care of some bunnies, he willingly took them under his protection, not caring if he would be seen as childish or a violator. Even to small creatures like this, Lan Wangji is affectionate and involved.

He appears wherever chaos is, not paying any attention to things such as lofty rewards and fame-gaining expeditions. His actions are out of care for others and commitment to high ideals. His choice of becoming Chief Cultivator in CQL was done out of care for the world, out of his passion for justice and fairness. Holding such a position seems to be against his character; (him being ascetic and staying away from wordly affairs) but he later must have realized his responsibility to create a change in the world, for his people, for Wei Wuxian.

And at last, of course, Lan Wangji has so much love for Wei Wuxian. His love is unconditional in the way that he will take care of him,not expecting anything in return, scared that Wei Wuxian would feel like he owes him his love, to reciprocate his feelings. For this reason (in the novel) he never tried to clear up the misunderstanding with Wei Wuxian, he selflessly accepted all of Wei Wuxian's teasing and flirtations as he was content with giving his love even if there was no hope for anything further. The only condition Lan Wangji had for their relationship is to be able to see the person that he poured the most love into, thrive and spare him a warm smile.

[childrenofcain-if]

Hi! I want to start by warning that this will probably be a long rant about how much i love your IFs. But first, I hope you feel better soon!

The first IF of yours i played was the pjo one, which sent me down a rabbit hole of going through the rest of them (still haven't played tcs but i will soon 🤞🏻). It was just BAFFLING how people could be so purposefully ignorant about the concept of fanfiction and accused you over and over of plagiarism like, please go outside and touch grass, clearly the internet has stopped your brain from developing critical thinking.

Anyways, the adaptation was so well done and faithful while also exuding a newness to it that i am very excited to see unravel. I understand at the moment it has been paused (and I don't know if you've addressed why it's no longer up) and i hope with time you can feel comfortable with it again. None of the shit you've gotten was deserved or even understandable but alas, it still happened. As a content creator myself, i truly truly sympathize with you. I hope these words offer some comfort, however small.

Same goes for WLB, but the awe at how descriptive and raw your writing is really peaked through in something of your own creation. I find myself revisiting it and experiencing the exhilaration from my first reading all over again. I can't wait to watch everyone around my mc descend into eldritch madness as they become more and more unhinged. Consequences of my own actions? Never heard of them, i want my mc to go apeshit!

Now, gods where do i start... TBOTYG is *chef's kiss* flawless, i never thought i could become so obsessed with anything with only one part. I awaited the demo with baited breath, already anticipating all the ways you would surprise and impress (and you did). Every choice, every scenario, the way you build your plot and characters, your descriptions (I don't know if you can tell that I'm a little too hung up on the writing aspect of it) of characters and actions and feelings. The amount of work and effort you put into characterization is so very clear and it feels very freeing to have that amount of control over a character that we're supposed to "relate" to (in the context of the narrative, almost as if living vicariously through them). i think that no matter how much time passes, your IFs will remain a staple in the community and every player who finds your gems will feel blessed and changed after playing.

It's gotten to the point I've created a whole google doc of my MC, and made fake ig accounts with interactions (just for myself, to cope with the anticipation) and this is a level of commitment I've only felt with my own OCs and works. In such a short time, your IFs have carved a deep space for themselves in my life. I find myself replaying and going through their official pages religiously even though I've read every post already.

a question! will every LI's gender be chosen individually? I'm wondering because C and D are suitmates, but is it doable if they're different genders? same for mc and V. I'm thinking yes but also wanted to be sure

Honestly very very sorry for the long rant, I'm sure you have better things to do 😭😭 but i had the uncontrollable urge to express my feelings on your art and it took me an entire day of trying to talk myself out of it (i failed).

(also, here's my mc's profile and dm box. her royal highness maxine's ig profile is private btw. going for c route first. Mitică is the romanian diminutive for the name Dimitru, and opsis is an ancient greek concept i thought would fit V)

i’m speechless (sentimentally), dear reader 😭 i still can’t believe some people would take the time out of their day to think about my silly little worlds and the characters in it, less of all like how i’ve written my works. every single time i hit a writer’s block or have the whole doxxing trauma flare up again, i think of quitting but it’s the urge to write stories and the joy of sharing it with everyone that is still keeping me going.

i can’t explain how much your words mean to me because this is what i write for. to have people relate to or identify with or adore the world and characters i’ve built is such a dream within itself. from the bottom of my heart, i am thankful for every single reader who has always been nothing but supportive from day one. if elias has his apple, i have y’all. and no, it doesn’t mean y’all can have my meagre inheritance but it’s the sentiment that counts.

to answer your question, every single LIs gender will be selectable! blackthorne hall has individual bedrooms per suite so y’all will only be sharing the common areas and kitchenette with V while having your own personal space. it’s more like an apartment than a usual college dorm tbh.

oh and please, rant away! i’d love nothing more than to hear about your MCs and the various headcanons, questions, or theories you might have!

(also please knock C down a few pegs, they desperately need it 😔)

[kroosluvr]

ok ORIGINAL persona ocs in an originalverse....... ill put stuff under the cut

suzu fujimura - star arcana. the "protagonist" as it were. off-putting eccentric weirdgirl whos really cryptic and intelligent and Knows too much for her own good. also that's a really weird persona u got there

(i think she receives her persona early on in her life, and it shoulders her pain and emotions for her. so she was able to grow up naively and innocently because her persona took on her tortured spirit instead of her. woah! also i think it's a bit redundant to have this story based on yet another nyarlemon bet but ITS WHAT im rolling with Right now because i like them)

airi saga - magician arcana. is that a baofu reference YES. they're like not related in any way shape or form though it's just a callback to him basically......... i do indulge in thinking of him as her uncle figure tho it makes me happy. little guys.... (and her persona is connected to baofu's initial persona odysseus etc etc)

(polyphemus's coffin jar things house airi's lost memories, the ones she discards day to day. she's kind of a parallel to suzu because she sheds her memories every day, while suzu Sees Everything and Knows Everything. suzu just doesn't feel very much while airi still has childish whimsy and joy. So YEAH polyphemus is kinda like airi's stoic solemn protector, while the "milky way" is kinda suzu's punching bag and plaything)

that mascot rabbit is just the school mascot. suzu doesnt like it

unnamed - sun arcana. he's a storyteller/novelist/writer sort of guy. the text at the side says smth like "careful what you say to me, anything's fair game for my novels" he's very silly and upbeat and mischevious

unnamed - hermit arcana. also weird offputting girl. she's an idol after all!!!!!

mrs. lacey (or just lacey) - the velvet attendant! a small and wizened lady who is always smiling pleasantly and stroking a fluffy white cat on her lap. i think she sits on a curtained stage and summons personas by checking behind the velvet curtain and pulling a tassel to unveil them on stage etc (also the p2 "attendants" - belladonna, unnamed, and the demon painter are here too) i think suzu is like. not very Kind to her LAHSJKW but lacey just smiles knowingly which makes suzu more frustrated

i had some idea that they fight in these kinda. cyber tech-y domains of their own creation so that they can manipulate and set the stage, creating obstacles and hazards to aid fights against demons/shadows

i have a lot in my head but i will type it all out eventually. HEHE

[svushots]

Title: Double Trouble

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

Warnings: None

Word count: 497 words

Summary: Emily and reader spend a quiet Saturday with their twin daughters.

Disclaimer: i’m still new to writing and English is my second language so sorry for any mistakes.

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Emily and y/n, were enjoying a rare day off from work, spending quality time together at home. As you watched your twin girls playing in the living room, you couldn't help but feel a surge of love and adoration for your little ones.

The sound of laughter filled the air as the girls giggled and chased each other around the room. Emily was sitting on the couch, leaning against you with Sergio sleeping on her lap as you both enjoyed the chaotic scene. One of the girls, Isabella ran up to Emily, clutching a stuffed toy elephant in her tiny hands.

"Mama, look!" The little girl exclaimed with two missing front teeth, holding up the toy for Emily to see. Emily smiled warmly, gently taking the toy from her daughter's grasp.

"That's a silly looking elephant, sweetheart," Emily replied, ruffling the girl's hair affectionately.

The other twin, Sophia seeing her sister getting attention from Emily, hurried over with her own stuffed toy, wanting to be a part of the fun. You chuckled softly, wrapping an arm around Emily's shoulder and giving her a gentle squeeze.

"Our girls are so precious," you said, your eyes filling with pride. "I never thought I could love someone so much."

"I know what you mean," Emily agreed, her voice filled with affection. "They're the best thing that has ever happened to us."

As you watched your daughters play, Emily's mind drifted back to the earlier conversation you had just finished. You hadn't been feeling well for the past couple of days, and a thought occurred that maybe the third round of IVF has worked, but it was too early to tell, it seemed that despite whatever discomfort you were in, your desire for intimacy hadn't diminished, in fact it has increased.

"We've been at it like rabbits," Emily whispered playfully, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "How are you still horny?"

Your cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and amusement crossing your face. "I don't know," you admit with a sheepish grin. "Maybe it's just you. You're irresistible, Prentiss."

Emily chuckled softly, leaning in to press a tender kiss against your lips. "You always know how to make me feel special," she murmured, her voice filled with affection.

You both continued to watch your children play, embracing the joy and chaos that came with parenthood. You knew that the journey was not always easy, but whenever you looked at your beautiful family, you knew it was all worth it.

"It was so worth the injury though," Emily whispered, her voice filled with love and contentment as she looked at her scraped knee.

You nodded, resting your head against Emily's and intertwining your fingers. "Absolutely," you replied, your voice filled with the same devotion. "I wouldn't trade this for anything in the world."

And as you sat there together, enjoying the love and laughter that filled your home, both of you knew that your bond, as partners and as parents, was unbreakable.

[sleepingdeath-light]

like rabbits ; 18+

requested by ; onehellofashadynerd (kinktober entry)

word count ; 1062

content ; sexually explicit content, breeding kink, unprotected sex, robot character being capable of breeding (suspend your disbelief here lol), overstimulation, slight dumbification kink, slight size kink

fandom ; dark deception

pairing ; lucky the rabbit x cis female reader

read also on ; ao3

note ; please ignore how logically impossible this scenario is, i’m just working with the original request and trying to find something that fits lol

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

Everyone and their mother has heard the old adage ‘at it like rabbits’, as well as the handful of related jokes involving the floppy eared fluff balls and their talent for multiplication, but you’d never really payed it much mind. Not when you were alive and going about your daily habits back in the human realm, not when you stumbled through the portal to Joy Joy Land, and not even when you ended up in an on-again-off-again relationship with your noncommittal robotic lagomorph boyfriend, Lucky.

So really you only had yourself to blame for not noticing all of the (in hindsight embarrassingly obvious) signs that the age old saying was more than just metaphorical. For not realising that all of the times you caught him staring at you randomly and the way he started to get snappier at Hangry and Penny was more than just him being in a grumpier mood than normal. For brushing off all of the not-so-innocent touches and the way he managed to work innuendos about ‘starting a family’ into your every conversation as him just being his usual perverted self with you.

Yeah… looking back you felt more than a bit silly for missing all of that. But at least the consequences for your obliviousness were more ‘play’ than ‘punishment’ (as Lucky was so very fond of handing out usually), so you supposed you could grin and bare it for however long you needed to.

After all, how bad could it be? It was only sex.

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Five hours in and you were a complete and utter wreck: body limp and trembling and covered in sweat whilst you absentmindedly dug your nails into the raggedy sheets beneath you, tearing the paper-thin, drenched material to shreds in your hopeless attempt to try and steady yourself; eyelids heavy and barely able to stay open for more than a few brief seconds at a time before fluttering closed once again, the edges damp with tears and crusted over with sleep as you just barely kept yourself awake through the overwhelming stimulation and exhaustion that coursed through your very being; spent pussy and trembling thighs coated with sweat and cum, yours and his, from all of the positions he’d had you in and ruined you in, and from cursory glances down with bleary eyes you could tell that the faux fur of his suit was also absolutely drenched with your juices (completely his own fault for insisting on making you squirt as much as possible a hazy dozen rounds ago, the prick); chest heaving and bruised from all of his misguided attempts to grope you with his unnaturally strong, unnaturally large hands and forgetting how fragile you were in comparison to his robotic frame; lips bruised and bitten bloody, parted in a wet ‘o’ as you moaned and panted and gasped and sobbed with a hoarse, broken voice, barely able to even recall your own name through the fog of overstimulation that had swallowed your mind several hours ago.

And then there was Lucky, blessed with the stamina only an afterlife as a chaser and a robotic body could give, who looked insultingly unaffected by everything he’d done to you. Still more than capable of manhandling your prone body into whatever position he desired. Still more than capable of pounding into your used cunt and filling you to the brim with his seed over and over again to make sure it would stick. Still capable of talking to you and teasing you and praising you and goading you with a voice that only sounded slightly more strained than usual. What an asshole, or that’s what you would have thought had you been capable of thinking anything coherent about anything other than the feeling of his thick metal cock stretching you out and his large soft hands tossing you around like you weighed less than the air you breathed.

Hell you were so far gone that you could barely even register his touch or his voice.

The way he called you his ‘breeding bitch’ in a half-gasp as he bent your legs back and manoeuvred your body into a mating press.

The way he pressed down on your stomach right where your womb would be and talked about seeing you carry your ‘litter’ and how ‘hot’ you’d look all swollen and heavy with his kids, still pounding into you like his life depended on it.

The way he pulled out and flipped you onto your stomach before plunging his dick back into your gushing hole as he remarked on how ‘sexy’ you look when you spread your legs for him. Holding you up by the hips to give him a better angle as he thrusted into you.

The way he chuckled and called you his ‘hood girl’ when you came all over his cock for the umpteenth time, slowing down just enough to make sure you wouldn’t be in too much pain whilst you rode out your climax. He was a sadist, but he didn’t want to push his luck when you couldn’t say your safe word.

The way he groaned when he looked down and saw his own cum leaking out of you alongside yours, sliding over his shaft and dripping down onto the bed to make a growing damp spot just beneath you. And the way that he thrust forward again by just a few centimetres just to watch even more of your combined juices leak out of your spent hole.

For a few seconds after that he paused, giving you ample time to catch your breath and start to come down from your verging-on-painful high and even offering some shred of hope that he was finally about to let you take a break or that he’d escaped his heat-induced-trance. But, alas, that hope was dashed as he looked straight into your eyes and told you that you were gonna be ‘the best mom ever’ once he’s done with you before going straight back into his relentlessly fast, endlessly rough, treatment of your abused pussy.

It was going to be a long night, or maybe even week, for you, and all you could so was sit back and enjoy the ride for however long it lasted and savour the short breaks he’d give you to eat and drink — waiting for him to tire himself out.

Wait… do robots even get tired?

[animeomegas]

congrats on 4k!!!! im so excited to see what everyone sends in! could you do itachi with life drawing, (maybe nude portraits hehe) maybe childhood friends? i feel like the reunion would be awkward and kind of silly (especially if it’s nude portraits lmao) i suppose this is a non massacre au too

Thank you!! I love this request, thank you for sending it in <3

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ITACHI + CHILDHOOD FRIENDS + NUDE MODEL LIFE DRAWING

It was exhilarating seeing Itachi again.

He had changed a lot since the days when you would explore the palace together, play games in the grounds and go swimming in the lake, but then again, you had changed just as much.

You had mourned your friendship once you both became old enough that issues of propriety started being raised and Itachi's parents decided that it wasn't proper for their omega heir to go galivanting off with an alpha by himself. Yes, you'd still seen him at parties for some godawful small talk and the occasional dance, but it just wasn't the same.

But now, him being here was bringing everything flooding back.

"Mother says she's set up something for us to do in the West Tower," you explained, dragging Itachi by the hand. "Do you remember where that is?"

"Of course," Itachi laughed, following you easily. You felt giddy, like you were naughty children sneaking out to play again.

Itachi had been polite and friendly, but undoubtedly cold when he'd first arrived at the palace as your fiancé, but you had slowly but surely worn him down until it felt like nothing had changed at all from those early days.

His smile was so bright and it was fuelling your own joy twofold.

The sounds of footsteps and laughing echoed around the halls as you went, several servants giving you both amused or exasperated looks that you ignored. Itachi was here! Back with you! You would at the very least be married to an old friend that you could love and trust, and that meant the world to you.

As the door to the West Tower came in view, Itachi moved forward and grabbed the handle before you, confident in his childhood memories that he was going to the right room. As you approached behind, you were vaguely curious as to what your mother had set up for you, but if it was with Itachi, you knew you'd enjoy it.

As you walked in, you first noticed the two easels that had been set up in the room. You weren't surprised because the West Tower had some beautiful windows that made the rooms perfect for painting, but in the centre of the room where you expected to see a vase of flowers or an artfully arranged spread of fruit, was a woman wearing a flimsy dressing gown.

You sighed internally; of course your mother would choose something like this. Despite her image as a serious queen and ruler, you knew she had a playful streak a mile wide and had probably thought it hilarious to put you and Itachi into this situation knowing how traditional and modest the Uchiha family were.

Seeing you enter, the woman smiled at you both, untying the dressing gown and, yep, there was nothing underneath.

"Good afternoon," she said, voice pleasant. She sat down on a chair and arranged her body into a clearly well-practiced position. "Please let me know if there are any changes to my position that you require."

With that, she fell silent. You chanced a glance over at Itachi and the damage was just as you thought. His pale skin had turned a bright red and his eyes were wider than you'd ever seen them. His gaze was fixated on the woman.

"Itachi?" you asked hesitantly, stifling your laughter. "Are you alright?"

Itachi jumped like a frightened rabbit, ripping his gaze away from the model and looking everywhere apart from at you.

"It's- I- I- didn't realise that, this, this, this sort of thing was- ah," he stumbled over his words, but you understood his meaning nonetheless. Nude model life drawing was the kind of thing considered inappropriate in his family, but yours had always been laissez-faire about such matters.

You couldn't keep the laughter at bay any longer and a snort escaped. Itachi turned to glare at you, but the effect was far less intimidating coming from someone who looked like a tomato.

"What's wrong, 'tachi?" you teased, leaning into his personal space. "You don't like life drawing?"

He pursed his lips together, well aware that you were teasing him.

"Let's sit down and get started," he said instead of answering you. He walked over to the farthest easel confidently, arranging his pencils and paints with ease, but when he glanced up at the model once more, you could see him falter. You felt a grin creep up on your face. You had a feeling that watching Itachi was going to be far more entertaining than the life drawing.

...

After about half an hour of almost silent sketching, you were making good progress on your drawing. Alphas weren't often encouraged to peruse art, especially royal ones like yourself, but your drawing accurately reflected the amount of work you'd put in growing up.

Itachi's though? You felt your chest shake in an effort to supress your amusement. He was fairly skilled from the looks of it, but rather than complete a rough sketch and then work on the details, he had hyper focused on sketching the woman's face.

Glancing over at his canvas, you could see that her body was still comprised of only a few lines while her face and hair were fully shaded. You had also noticed him sneaking not-so-subtle glances at the model before flushing pink and returning to his work. You didn't blame him for being curious after his obviously limited experience with the naked body growing up.

"Perhaps, I should ask the servants to prepare some smelling salts in advance," you said suddenly, breaking the silence. Itachi looked up at you, eyebrows furrowed. "If you are going to behave like this on our wedding night, you may very well faint."

Itachi blinked at you for a few moments, processing what you were implying, before his face returned to that glorious shade of red that you were going to have great fun coaxing out of him at every given opportunity.

"That's-" Itachi's eyes darted over to the model who was the picture of professionalism and obviously pretending not to be able to hear you. "Do not speak of such things!"

You laughed joyfully.

"You are right, dearest fiancé. Such things are much more fun to do than speak about."

Itachi didn't deign to give that a response, instead turning back to his drawing with fervour.

You giggled to yourself, but also turned back to your drawing. You could certainly say that this was the most fun you'd ever had life drawing, and you made a mental note to thank your mother when you next saw her.

Time passed quickly once you truly focused on your drawing, which was why it was so starting when something wet hit your cheek.

You sat up in surprise, hand automatically rising to your cheek and dabbing at the wetness. You brought your hand in front of your face and saw your fingers stained with red. Blood? You felt a flash of panic, but your mind quickly corrected you. No, not blood... paint.

Your eyes darted over to Itachi but he was completely focused on sketching, his face as innocent as possible. But the little paint brush, next to a small pot of red paint that sat beside him was hardly innocent.

"You little-" you said under your breath.

"Did you say something?" Itachi asked turning to you. He feigned surprise at the paint on your face. "Oh, you have a little paint on your cheek. Did you know?"

Itachi's eyes were dancing with mirth. He was getting payback for all the teasing. Your mind started running at a mile a minute, trying to come up with a way to turn this back on him.

If everyday was going to be as entertaining as this, you couldn't wait to get married.

[lady-bluebird-luv]

Youre making me want to pick back up acotar lmfao

Welllllll if you do, you'll have at least one friend you can talk about it with. :)

I don't know how similar this is to your experience, but I actually wasn't a big ACOTAR fan when I first read it in 2017-ish. I thought the first book was OK, got obsessed with ACOMAF, got frustrated with ACOFAS, and didn't think about the series again for years. I had gone down a manga rabbit hole and started writing SnK fic around the same time, so I directed all my fandom energy at that.

Last winter, I got nostalgic and re-read a lot of Cassandra Clare novels. I studied world literature, so I read a lot in my day-to-day life, but that winter was when I remembered how nice it is to read unpretentiously. Romantasy was my original bread and butter, and not everything has to be high-brow, award-winning Literature with a big L. Then I re-read ACOMAF, and one thing led to another.

I'll be the first person to admit that ACOTAR has its fair share of issues, and I don't adore SJM as an author or as a person. But ACOTAR is still meaningful to me. It brought me a lot of joy at a time when I needed it. It inspired me to write fic for the first time in a while. I don't think it's good for all the reasons why SJM intended it to be good. Like, SJM doesn't understand how morally grey some of her protagonists are, but they are morally grey, and I love them for that. One of the best things about fandom is that you can give canon/authors' interpretations the middle finger and do whatever the fuck you want.

I'm new in ACOTAR fandom spaces, but the culture is definitely different from SnK. IDK if the ACOTAR fandom can be so negative because it's starved for new content, or what, but I've never seen "pro" or "anti" tags to this extent. It also seems like there are a lot of people here who aren't familiar with fandom netiquette. I hate the moral policing, although that problem isn't ACOTAR-specific - I got off ereri Twitter to avoid the harassment/doxing that people were getting there. That all being said, there are also some lovely, insanely talented people here who inspired me to create my own ACOTAR content, and I definitely want to stay to connect with them more. I'm trying to avoid the bickering discourse and just reblog pretty fanart on my silly little blog.

I would be psyched if you joined us, but if not, no harm no foul. The series and fandom is whatever you find in it. Either way, I'm genuinely flattered, and thanks so much for the ask! Sorry that this got a little rambley.

[mothiir]

I understand that borzoi’s are seen as these mysterious elegant creatures but I have to inform you: they are so silly.

They’re sighthounds, they have practically no attention span. Especially if you get them outside and they see a rabbit or something. Like they’re chasing it for hours on end and you’re only getting your dog back when the dog decides to stop, which is only in about four hours.

They’re also husky level loud, they will wail about any minor inconvenience at any time of the day. Want food? Wail. Want walks? Wail. Loud car outside and they’re excited? Wail. No reason at all? Still wail. Nature gave them an “angelic” voice and by god will they use it to voice their joy/displeasure.

And just like every other long dog, they’re overdramatic. They’ll languish on the couch and sadly sigh because another dog at the park barked too loudly at them. They’ll demand cuddles and cry if you don’t give them any. Also they’re terrible guard dogs, but given their noodly proportions I don’t think anyone would even be slightly intimidated by them.

Deeply silly creatures. You think they’re so scary on the battlefield but once they’re back home in the warp it’s just a horde of noisy canines with the faces of anteaters. Magnus should take them to do lure coursing sometime

Hahahhaa you see you don’t know all my lore — I own a greyhound. I am well accustomed with the long bois.

And yes they are like that with their people. But imagine, if you will, you’re a wolf, and those long white shadows cannot be outran….

[ineptune-eyes-p]

hi this seems rlly awkwarf 4 me but uhahahahhdhk so you don’t need to do this this is jst a ask ofc not forcing you but. do ur silly little creatures (translation: characters) have their own favorite little critters..? ☺️☺️ jst askifn for fav animals :D or urs if ur comfy sharing lols 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓵𝔂, globglogabgalab. bye that’s all. *insert dramatic disappearing into fog*

*Dis-Disappears them from the fog with Sr.Pelo magic.*

I really didn't get the question that well but I'll answer what I understood, my favorite animals are rabbits, because they're cute lololol.

Clara's favorite animals are cats and fishes :v:V:v

Thomas' favorite animals are caterpillars and Hamsters

Lilith's favorite animals are deer and crows

Noah: none

Ross: Humans and peacocks

Joy: Humans and monkeys

And ??? Dogs :^∆

(I don't really know if this is written correctly LMAO)

[yourgrantaire]

im rewatching the smosh liveshow and i wanted to keep track of my favorite moments so they are below the cut

angela's tippy tappy toes of joy at amanda's new jersey voice

amanda's "LOOK IT UP" for increasingly unrealistic things, and ending it with "are you at peace are you at peace are you at peace hello areyouatpeaceareyouatpeaceareyouatpeace anthony areyouatpeace DON'T GOOGLE ME"

tommy's "only a tragic life could lead to looking like if a motorcycle was gay ... i can say that, i'm a motorcycle" and him saying the meaning of anthony's tattoos was so that he could fuck goth girls. oh and how could i forget describing angela as an "amber alert on rollerblades"

the cool ass music when the guests came on, made by tommy bowe i think? i honestly would listen to the music from the show all on its own

brandon rogers' "let's. eat. anthony!" and then making a very emphatic pitch as to why it would be a great idea

THE HALF-TIME SHOW OF COURSE. i know that they mostly won't post the show on youtube but i really really hope they post the half-time show

also a detail i just noticed is josh playing that escalating carnival "do do do do!" when chanse and keith got iced

dan and phil's extremely explicit video message with dan's repeated references to jerking off onto anthony's sexy calendar

courtney as bikini girl while still wearing doc martins. and there's something about the rhythm of "get you a girl who can do both two things two one time! :D" that is so funny, as well as "women are so scawwy ooohh!! what's under your blouse, two perfectly round GUNS? OHH!!"

rhett and link showing up standing menacingly in the doorway, and their tag line being "A Jesus and a Lesbian Woman"

the multiple "ian loves drinking breast milk" jokes

the chosen: "you're probably wondering why i look so badass right now. its because we are on the cusp of the greatest battle in the entire history of the universe.

and also i got queso on my three wolf moon shirt.

and i fell off my razor scooter on the way here."

i am glad that even though they made him look cool as fuck, shayne still emphasized that the chosen is not nearly as cool as he thinks he is.

"worst of all, anthony padilla HAD SEX!" and then quoting the star wars prequels lmao

also shayne singing without any self consciousness was very funny to me, but i can't put my finger on what the song was

ian saying i love you but having to say it in a silly voice (and in the after show anthony saying he can say i love you back to ian because unlike ian, he's actually said it before)

anthony's joke about how he expected everyone to roast him about his "dick piercing" and the entire audience going "wait wait, go back to that, what did you just say" and him moving on with no further comment

anthony to shayne: "i won't talk about how you were once known for your promising tv career and now you're known for wearing a t-shirt with limes on it''

chanse just full on horror movie screaming when anthony said arasha was in an ad for a republican dating app. also arasha's faces for everything were so great

keith full on responding whenever someone addresses him (and sometimes reacts out loud just because), he did this in the other funerals as well but it delights me every time

anthony saying chanse slides into his dms all the time, and chanse immediately replying "you respond, bitch!" (and then later anthony saying that chanse can go with mythical and he "can call link daddy now" but "watch out, [chanse] dms")

i loved anthony's reference to tommy's show serving cunt

anthony to amanda: "you're like if jessica rabbit drove a mini van"

anthony to ian: "one thing we all know about ian is he might have some trouble showing emotions" ian proceeds to stare deadpan into the camera. it was fun watching ian's reactions because often he wouldn't react to a lot of it or he would react as part of the bit, i've already forgotten the one thing that he really reacted to, fuck so i might have to rewatch it again

and then my favorite part of the aftershow was amanda and tommy continuously leaning in to make out and then saying "no save it for the parking lot, save it for the parking lot", and no they were not going to go anywhere, they were going to stay in the parking lot at smosh and make out in the car

[just-a-carrot]

Obligatory every now and then "thank you for making the games that you do" ask 😌 it is so rare to see queer and mental health representation as honest and in-depth as your games. A big reason I spend a lot of my time making whacky little OW drawings is because it always just brightens my mood, being able to draw little guys who are like me in a way a lot of ways I just don't see expressed often. As someone who is Rather Disabled and Rather Queer, it's nice to just... have games where being those things is okay. Seeing nonbinary representation as honest and open as Gidget honestly made me tear up when I saw it. As someone who has Been Through That Stuff (in places that were-- and probably still are-- life-threatening to be seen as queer), I felt so seen by them and what they've been through. (I also forgot to mention but I did get the Gidget haircut eventually 😌 gender/10) ANYWAYS. Sorry if this ask got too Personal or anything I am a horrible judge of stuff like that 😅 but I did want to say thanks. (Also while I'm at it, thanks for answering the many asks I send about incredibly random topics related to the blorbos. I get very anxious about sending them so I don't half the time [nothing to do with anyone, I am just Anxiety: The Rabbit], but for the times I do, thank you for entertaining the asks even if they are utterly ridiculous most of the time haha. (And thanks for the help/feedback on dev-related stuff too, it's appreciated 😌 the comment left on TRJ still brightens my day whenever I think about it because I thought while making it that no one would enjoy it... but receiving that shortly after publishing it assuaged my fears by quite a bit so I'd just like to say thanks for that too. (...Whoops I think I have made a message Utterly Too Long but I hope it gets the points across??? Maybe??? Hopefully???)

weep this is incredibly sweet???? 😭💕

it literally brings me the utmost joy when people can see parts of themselves in my chars or relate to my char at all or feel seen, etc. also because a big part of this game is based on my own experiences and struggles so it helps ME feel seen when OTHERS also feel seen because then we can all relate together and maybe feel a little less alone in the experiences we've gone through in life

LKDJALFKDSFADF PLEASE DON'T EVER BE ANXIOUS ABOUT SENDING IN ASKS I LITERALLY LOVE RESPONDING TO THEM????? (tho i get it it would probably make me anxious too now matter how many times someone said that LOL) but fr i love going through my ask box and answering silly little questions. especially lately my anxiety's been cranked up to 11 so getting to distract myself with silliness is oftentimes a lovely godsend 💕

AND OFC 🥺 i always want to help in any way i can and also just spread love as much as i can. being a dev in general can feel so isolating, especially when we're neck-deep in deeply personal projects that take a lot out of us to work on (no matter how much we love them lakdfad). it helps knowing we've got others out there that can support us and have our backs and a little community of small devs that can relate to each others' issues and boost each other up

LDKJFALDFKA DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT thank you so much for this sweet message!! i got a bit teary-eyed reading it sob 😭💕

[gl-ranxii]

"let's make a promise to keep moving forward, thank you for smile"

約束 (Yakusoku) from The iDOLM@STER

thank you for everything, electric fairy. good luck wherever the wind takes you next 💚

excuse me for hiding a long emotional note here, ugly twt has a character limit after all. anyway, i don't think pomu will read this i'll be really embarrassed if she does but i just wanted to write about it a lil bit bc if you know me, i don't really talk about being a quiet pomudachi all that much.

pomu's one of the first big corpo vtubers i ever watched, and one of the first from nijien that i watched. she's definitely been in my top 3 in the last year and a half-ish that i've fallen down the rabbit hole. although i didn't chat in her streams all that often and i generally don't interact with a lot of other niji fans, i definitely enjoyed listening her laugh and smile with everyone, watching her silly antics on streams, vods and clips, and being amazed by the big projects she worked towards. when i saw her graduation announcement moments after i woke up, i was devastated. but i know she'll move on to bigger and brighter things for herself, and really, knowing she will find her own way to shine once again is enough for me. i don't think there'll ever be another pomu rainpuff, who has been so inspiring, silly in the best way, ambitious and just a joy to watch. thank you pomu. i really do wish you the best wherever you go, and i hope maybe another day we'll see you again. but for now...

we are pomu! 💚

[thedo0zyslider]

Sneak a Glance - 818 Words

Shadow and Rouge both share an....interest in a certain rabbit. Conversations are had about it. (Inspired by this fanart lol)

Vanilla and Cream wave them goodbye as the exit the apartment, the former having just retrieved her daughter from her babysitters. Rouge loved having the little over, she was always such a joy to spend time with. And so was her mother, as well.

Rouge smiles as she sees the two out the door, reminding herself that Vanilla's eyes were up there, not on her chest. Even if both those places prvide quite the lovley view.

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Shadow struggling with the same issues. His eyes flick downwards, then move back up quickly; like he's embarrassed about his wayward gaze. (And, knowing, Shadow, he probably is to some degree.)

Rouge waves Cream goodbye, gives Vanilla one more look over, and then shuts the apartment door. Lord, what a woman Cream's mother was.

She turns around to find Shadow's staring at her, his red gaze intense. She pauses, not really expecting him to be giving her his best blank stare. He was usually all happy after Cream's visits.

"What?" Rouge asks, walking back over to him. On closer inspection, his expression seems more...awkward than anything else. Weird. Shadow was normally never awkward.

"Were you ogling Cream's mother?" Shadow raises an eyebrow at her, arms crossing over his chest. If Rouge didn't know any better, she'd probably think he was scolding her.

Rouge scoffs lightly. Her silly hedgehog had no idea what he was talking about. "I was not ogling Vanilla, I was just appreciating her....features."

"You were checking her out." Shadow insists, and fine, maybe Rouge was eyeing up Vanilla just a little bit. But can you blame her? The woman was good looking! It'd be a shame if nobody took time to admire that!

"You can't say anything, I saw you sneaking a glance too." Rouge pokes a finger into his chest fur teasingly, smirking. His little look hadn't been as slick as he thought it was.

Shadow's gaze remains steady as he lightly swatts her hand away, meaning no actual harm by the action. He's far to used, and far to fond, of her teasing touches by now. "I did not such thing."

"Sure you didn't." Rouge hums in disbelief, poking at his chest again. He doesn't shove her off this time, instead letting her keep her hand there.

Shadow sighs, looking away from her again. "I suppose she is....physically attractive." He's trying to hide how bashful the words make him, and is failing miserably. She might to be able to see the expression he's making, but she can still see the way his ears move. He's gotten all embarrassed, and it's quite frankly adorable. Rouge loves it when he gets like that.

"Just say she has nice boobs. I saw you staring." The bat teases him further, if only to embarrass him more. It's not often she gets to chance to do this; Rouge isn't letting this opportunity go that easily.

"I was not staring!" Shadow glares at her, a faint blush starting to color his muzzle. She loves it when he gets like that too, all red and flustered. It's really is a sight to see, her normally grumpy boyfriend getting so worked up.

"Whatever makes you feel better." Rouge smiles, nudging past him and into the kitchen. She could hear Omega stomping around in there, and leaving him alone in the kicten was not a good idea.

Shadow only sighs, and follows behind her a moment later.

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"Did it bother you?" Shadow asks her the question later that night, when they're snuggled up on the couch together. Rouge is resting her head on his shoulder, the TV playing idly in the background. Neither of them have really been watching it for a while now, more focused on each other than than whatever program is playing.

Well, even if they were watching it, she doubts they'd be paying much attention now.

Rouge looks over at him, a puzzled expression starting to form on her face. She can't know what's bothering her if he doesn't specify, now can she. "Did what bother me, dear?"

Shadow glances away, his muzzle reddening once more; though it's hard to see in the low lighting of the room. "The....conversation about Vanilla earlier."

"Of course it didn't bother me." Rouge shifts herself into his lap, moving until they're sitting face to face. She starts running a hand through his cheek fur, knowing that he finds the action comforting. "Don't know why it would, considering I was looking at her too."

"Alright." Shadow nuzzles into her palm, a light purr rumbling in the back of his throat. "Thank you."

"No problem, Shadow." Rouge runs his fingers through his fur one last time, and then snuggles. Shadow smiles softly, and wraps an arm around her; tucking her into his side. He really could br a sweetheart when he wanted to be.