#vers's answers

[byzantiumshades]

Can u do sth for nct dream?🥺 jeno maybe?🥺 many jeno's ones maybe🥺🥺

Sure thing 😊

Would you like me to include something specific? I can write something based specifically on your request 👀

[heartorbit]

find another role, carry on the show

[highway-143]

number 10- nishimura riki

genre: smut, desire : unleash engene ver. au, based on this ask

pairing: contestant!riki x fem contestant!reader

taglist: @urlocalmultigroupfan @minkilicious @vrusha01 @shyoko @planetmarlowe

word count: 1.6k

now playing: confident- justin bieber

a.n- teehee ty anon for the request, i kinda had to interpret the concept video weird for it but i think its a similar concept, idk

tw: death/murder, graphic explanations, oral (f. rec), unprotected, dom!riki, profanity, scary themes idk

(mostly proofread)

all scenarios are fake and are not meant to represent any idol in the story.

. ⁺ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ‧₊˚✩彡.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑

running was getting fucking hard.

you were panting, hands clawing against the bloodied walls while you tried to get away, tried to escape this stupid prison.

the metal collar around your neck wasn't helping either. it weighed you down, making you slower, as if it wasn't already tracking you.

and then the figure appears.

tall, only a few yards away, yet shrouded in darkness on the other end of the hallway.

you freeze, hoping it wouldn't notice you.

but it already had. the thing walks closer, taking slow, almost cautious steps in your direction.

"hello?" it whispers.

you breathe out a sigh of relief. thank god, another contestant.

but then you see it, him, in the faint green lighting.

he was beautiful. dark and rumpled hair, sharp features, and a strong jawline.

"thank god, you're one too. i'm 99, jay."

"i'm y/n, 03." you say, wavering a little in case he's someone you need to avoid. "have you seen anyone else?"

"not yet," he mutters, looking around. "you wanna team up?"

you watch him carefully. he adjust the collar, shifting it around his neck. he looks nice enough, what could it hurt by sticking with him, at least for a little bit.

"sure. let's go that way."

you and jay walk through the halls, taking turn after turn until-

a dead end.

mostly.

a metal door obstructed your path, and jay turns to you.

"want me to check?"

you nod, trying to bury the fear building up in the pit of your stomach.

jay opens the door, taking a slow, experimental step in and looking back at you.

and then he steps all the way in.

big mistake.

you watch as the door slams shut behind him, the handle stuck when you try to open it again.

you try to listen through the door.

nothing.

but then you look down.

and there's blood pouring out from under the door. you slam a hand over your mouth, holding back your choked scream.

player 99 was dead.

you watch as the thick, red liquid pools around your boots, staining the white material.

you almost throw up, but you walk away, trying to find a way out of this damn hell hole.

you find another room, this time peering in before stepping inside. not like you could see anything anyways. and thank god, because you didn't meet the same fate as jay.

instead, the lights snap on, the door shuts with a click behind you, and your eyes practically disintegrate from the newfound brightness.

you aren't fully prepared for what's in front of you.

it's another player, a man again, tied to a chair with black ropes and facing a metal table with a flashing box on it.

"finally, somebody else fell for it, come and untie me."

you roll your eyes and crouch behind him, fingers setting to untie his bonds.

"how'd you get in here?" you ask, pulling the rope away and letting him flex his wrists.

"same as you, just walked in. somebody was in here and tied me up though, but they left."

you nod, looking around the room. now that you were used to it, the lights weren't that bright at all. in fact, they were dimmer than before. there was a camera in the corner, the head pointed directly at the table.

and then, the device.

it didn't take long for you to realize what it was.

a bomb.

the timer was at 31:09

and counting down.

31:08, 31:07, 31:06

you turn to the guy. "it's gonna explode an a half hour."

he laughs. "you think i didn't know that? i can see you know."

you roll your eyes again.

"bitch." you mutter.

"actually, it's riki."

you shake your head. "do i look like i give a shit?"

he laughs, standing from his chair and taking a look at the bomb on the table.

"i like you, you've got energy." he says, poking at a wire.

you don't say anything, just examine the room and try not to stare at riki.

because he had to be cute and an asshole, of course.

"what's your name?" he asks, sitting back down in the chair.

you slump against the wall, sliding down to the ground. "y/n."

"did you see anyone else out there?"

"yeah but..." your voice hitches. "he was eliminated."

"oh." riki's face is somber. "was it 71?" there's an urgency in his expression now.

"no, 99."

"thank god." he grabs his chest, his heart racing. "71's my sister."

your heart sinks. you feel terrible for riki, his own family forced into this stupid game.

you sit in silence, waiting for your death.

it didn't feel real. it was like a dream. how were you and riki supposed to come to terms with the fact that you'd be dead in...

13:42

thirteen minutes.

and then, as you feel tears start to fall from your eyes, there's a long beep from the bomb. you jumped, thinking it was detonating early.

you and riki watch as numbers turn into letters that slowly become words.

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙴𝙽 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝚄𝚃𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴. 𝚆𝙴'𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶.

you look over at the camera, a red light blinking next to the lens.

perfect.

just fucking great.

riki turns to the camera, staring it down.

"fucking perverts!" he yells at it, and then the bomb beeps again.

𝚂𝙰𝙸𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺 𝙷𝙴𝚁

riki scoffs. "we'll see about that."

he turns to you. you were standing like a post, not fully grasping what was happening.

"let's go." he says, grabbing you by the arm and pullimg you to stand in front of the chair, the backs of your knees just barely grazing the metal.

"take it off." he says, pointing at your jumper.

you don't do anything. you can't move.

riki clenches his fists. "okay, come fucking on. i have less than ten minutes to do this now." he points at the clock, now 9:46.

you blush and unzip your jumper, the white shirt underneath the only thing covering your chest.

riki pushes you to sit on the edge of the chair, with its back digging under your shoulderblades.

he kneels down, and slips a hand under the shirt, squeezing your breast while his free hand pushed your thighs apart.

you whine when his thumb grazes your nipple, and he smirks while pressing kisses up and down your thighs.

he slides a finger down your panties, pulling them down your sensitive legs. a little moan slips from your lips when he presses a finger to your clit.

"sensitive..." he mutters, grinning.

"shut up," you say, breathless. he just laughs.

he pushes a finger between your folds, collecting the slick building up between them and bringing his finger to his lips.

you moan when he sucks on the pad of his finger, and he groans at your taste.

"god, that's good..."

he leans closer to your cunt, blowing a breath of cool air over your wet lips. your hips jerk, chasing him.

he presses his lips against your clit, giving it a faint suck before trailing down and licking between your folds. his tounge felt like fire on you, his fingers digging into your thighs.

you put your hand on the back of his head, stroking his hair while he practically makes out with your pussy. he moans into you, and you push him deeper.

his nose stimulates your clit, just grazing your sensitive nub while his tounge started pushing into your hole.

you look at the clock.

5:31

shit.

you try your hardest to work up an orgasm, to let yourself go, but your efforts were in vain.

riki looks up at you, pulling away from your throbbing pussy.

"you usually this hard to please?"

"i'm nervous."

he pulls you up from the chair by your shoulder, hooking a hand under your arm and dragging you to the table.

"well i'm not dying today." he growls in your ear, bending you over the cold metal and pushing your shirt over your ass

he spreads your legs with his thigh, and you hear the rustle of fabric behint you.

you know what's coming.

you try to prepare yourself, gripping the edge of the table and locking your legs, but nothing could have gotten you ready for riki.

he pushes into your wet hole, and you struggle to take him. he's long, thick, and hard. a strangled scream comes from your mouth when he pushes deeper, his dick pressing against your cervix.

"fuck, you're tight... god damn."

you whine when he starts moving his hips, his pelvis slapping against your ass with loud claps.

his thumb reaches town to your clit, rubbing you, trying to get you to just fucking release already.

2:06

you feel the tears on the table under you, the metal heating under your trembling body.

riki groans, his own release closer than yours.

and then he spills into you. you clench violently around him, feeling his cum fill you up

yeah, some of that definetly took.

thats what has you over the edge. your legs tremble and your eyes roll back, your slick plasterd onto your thighs, dripping down your legs.

"fuck," says riki, still buried deep inside you. he looks at the camera. "stop the fucking timer! she did it, bastards!"

the timer stops.

0:16

fuck yeah.

. ⁺ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ‧₊˚✩彡.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑

a.n- chat i cooked ToT

idk man, im tired. anyways, if you liked this fic, please like/comment/reblog and lmk if you have any ideas for a new one!

masterlist part 2

[150en]

Have Etho's hair grow out/show dark roots? This man does not constantly dye his hair /lh

Thanks for sending suggestions! Messy hair Etho, I like it!! Maybe he tried to cut it by himself, but failed... then he stops caring about how he looks.

[what-have-i-unleashed]

24 blud........ i'm eagerly awaiting ✨✨✨ (take your time :3)

tricycle..... i'm not sure what the one-word prompt here is, but i'd assume it's "gay"

24. love and war - fleurie

Lover, hunter, friend and enemy You will always be every one of these Nothing's fair in love and war

PROMPT: GAY

(cw: toxic relationship, verbal abuse)

“you know why you’re here, don’t you?” horror’s voice rings through the air, rumbling and venomous. “it’s because this is all you’ll ever deserve. me. killer. this. you think someone like you gets a happy ending? wake up already – you’re a fucking terrible person.”

murder’s breath hitches, his jaw tightening as his fists balled at his sides. “that’s not true,” he mutters under his breath.

“isn’t it?” horror laughs. “look at you. you’re a walking disaster. everything you touch, you ruin. you’re a monster pretending to be something better, but no one’s buying it.”

“i’m not!” murder snaps, his voice cracking. “i’m not like you, or him. i am better. i can be better.”

horror steps forward, his grin widening as he sees murder flinches. “oh, you’re better, aren’t you? then why haven’t you left yet? is it because no one else has taken you in except for us? face it, murder. you belong here because no one else wants you. you’re a broken, dangerous freak, and this is as good as it gets for you.”

“shut up.” murder’s voice drops, low and dangerous. his entire body is trembling with magic crackling around him like a brewing lightning storm. his eyes are wild, and horror has a feeling they’re not fully focused on him.

“or what?” horror presses, his voice rising, his words dripping with cruel delight. “what are you gonna do? prove me right? show me exactly how unhinged you are? go ahead, babe. take a swing. let’s see if you can succeed in finishing something for once in your goddamn life.”

murder takes a step forward, his breathing ragged, his eyes so blown out horror wonders why they haven’t popped yet. for a moment, murder’s hand twitches, lifting just enough that horror tenses.

but then, the hooded skeleton stares at a spot next to horror’s head, his hand unsure whether it wants to close or open. murder grits his teeth then suddenly jumps away from horror.

“i’m not-” murder stammers, his voice cracking. he stumbles back, clutching his head. “i’m not like this. i’m not!”

“pathetic,” horror says, his voice cutting through murder’s spiraling thoughts. “you can’t even stand your ground. what – thinking of running away again?”

murder’s breath comes in shuddering gasps. he turns on his heel and bolts, shoving the door open so hard it slams against the wall.

horror calls after him. “yeah, run! that’s all you’re good for, isn’t it? running away when you can’t take it anymore!”

the sound of murder’s footsteps echoes down the hall, frantic and uneven.

horror stands there, his chest heaving, the room too quiet now. the cruel smile on his face falls as he stands in the silence. he clenches his teeth and grips the crack in his head, muttering to himself.

just outside the door, killer leans lazily against the wall, one hand idly toying with his knife. “good show,” he comments dryly, his voice almost bored. “think you’ll break him next time, or is this your limit?”

horror shoots him a glare but doesn’t respond. he turns away, shoving his hands into his pockets. no matter how hard he tries, he can’t seem to block out the sting of regret that lingers, faint and unwelcome.

[blondeaxolotl]

Stumbled across your page and the non-human au, the designs are super cute, I love them so much!!! I had a question about Vil though, so was his mom an angel? Would that make him half-human like Trey and Sebek, (and any others).

Hehe thank you! I'm glad you like the au! Yes, Vil's mother was indeed an angel! A high ranking one (which just means she was very powerful and also tall as shit, like, imagine Lady Dimitrescu basically. Eric was a very lucky man). Though Vil is only PARTLY human, not half, they are almost a full angel but just slightly weaker than the average high ranking one.

That's because due to Vil's mother being a powerful angel, it meant that her genes were stronger than Eric's, which basically means chances of a child being born either full angel or partly human were very high, and a full human baby would be impossible. (Vil is basically their moms mini me)

Reason why characters like Trey and Sebek are half-human is because their non-human parents aren't like whole powerful mythical beasts (Dragon, Angel, Demon, etc), they might be physically stronger and bigger but they aren't like magic-wise super powerful to where their genes are even stronger (like if a harpy/birdfolk and a human have a child it isn't impossible for them to have a fully human baby, unlike an angel or a demons which is impossible).

I will say, because Vil is partly human, it means they have some small differences compared to their mother/a normal high ranking angel:

They take more energy when flying/shape-shifting/using magic, which exhausts them more (and often gives them headaches or makes them dizzy). And of course their magic is weaker compared to a normal high ranking angel.

They have less "extra eyes". Vil's mother had at least 8 floating eyes around her, and four of the same size eyes on her face directly (she was able to see through all of them perfectly). While Vil has only 4 floating eyes around them, and 4 eyes on their face directly, though one of the pair on their face is way smaller and blind, they cannot see through them (they're basically just decorations, they can see through their other eyes just fine tho)

They are able to catch the average human sicknesses like a common cold, the flu, or even have allergies, while full angels are immune to them. But fortunately despite being partly human, they can never die from old age which means they're still considered "immortal" just like any angel, with only some minor inconveniences!

These are only like some examples of what makes Vil different from the average angel, but you get the gist. I hope some of it made sense and it isn't just random gibberish lmao

[carlyraejepsans]

misread your post about toddler sans as "i made this doodle of him as a toddler" as you literally drawing him as a baby and the idea of you being born into this world and developing motor skills specifically to draw sans undertale is a little funny to me

^ here's as close as you'll get to toddler biscia drawing sans

[nightfox-4ever]

gives u a banan

Banana received 💥.

[coyle-and-co]

Heyyyyy! I JUST saw that you wanted to draw some others OC's buuut OFC I'll let you draw Peachy if you choose!

I absolutely LOVE your art! And I'm excited to see how she looks in your AWSOME artstyle! 😆😆😆 (if you choose to draw her anyways)

the baddest babe in town <3

[zombee]

ah yes, my age old fandom question: do any of yall actually hang out with sexually active gay men.

[byzantiumshades]

well they must have a lot of free time to come here and talk all this shit to you. go touch some grass anon, I'm sure you need it. AND I am really happy that you're back and can't wait for the weekend when I can finally sleep and read your amazing work❤ I hope you're doing good!! and don't listen to these rude ppl, they're probably jealous of you smh

Ngl I kinda wish I had that much time to write shit about others lol. I barely have time to get my own shit together, and now I'm kinda jealous lmao.

Thank You for the support 😊 I'll make sure to write more interesting stories so that You can enjoy them in your free time too! ❤️

[askgart]

hey garths i found this guy right outside of garthland will you accept him into your kingdom....(THIS SUCKS SORRY I HATE EDITING ON IBIS)

Is this the "Bogarth" ive heard about. Everyone is welcome as long as they're a Garth. he can come in he is Welcome anytime Hello

[mebssann]

I have questions, I was looking through your fan art about Owl house. I wanted to ask if could do a fanfic about them? Like prompt, like I would give credit?

Absolutely! You can go ahead! I'm really stoked to find people inspired by my art enough so to make a fic about it :>

[verfound]

FIC: Paris's Favorite Not-a-Couple (MLB; Lukanette; LBSC Valentine 2025; 7/8)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

Chapter Seven: A Pirate and his Bonnie

Ignoring the phones was easy enough, especially when Luka scooped her up and carted her into the bedroom.

“More room,” he breathed against her lips as he followed her onto the bed, “and easier to clean.”

She had been laughing too hard to make his attempts to divest her of her clothes very easy, so he had pulled back and lost his own instead.

That had shut her up.

But the phones had been left in the living room, on the crates by the couch, and it had been too easy to ignore any calls that might have come in while he came in, when they were out of sight and out of mind and Marinette was singing too sweetly for either of them to hear a ringer.

It was harder to ignore the knocking on his door…some indeterminate amount of time later.

[galaxysugarr]

Can you draw Lunar sized Eclipse pls?

I think a smol eclipse would look amazing in your syle!

A pair of smol bots!

[bizlybebo]

Falls face first into ur blog

Hey hiiiiiii have this absolute mess of a sketch I did of Trickster!Dakota bc the demons are keeping me from drawing

I had the thought of giving him a different style of horns???? But I did a scribbled doodle of it and then said naw, so here’s with the normal tall horns :3

HOLY FUCKKK HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY !!!!!! PUT HIS ASS IN THE TORMENT NEXUS …. THIS IS RLLY GOOD SIMULTANEOUSLY SMILING KICKING MY FEET AND HESD IN HANDS CRYIJG OVER HIM… also i really love ur lines/line weight…. very very pretty

it’s only fair that you get a trickster!dakota snippet ^_^ still in the first draft phase but !!!!