#whoshe?

[anitatad]

Methuselah... who's he?

Last weekend was a family weekend, where we all met at our house for a get together. We had a lovely time, and this adorable orchid was a gift and has taken up residence in my office. It has been making me smile every time I look at it… You may have noticed that I have been among the missing for the better part of this week. I haven’t been ill, even though sometimes I think I must be.…

[dark-twist-fairytales]

Okay, Bizzaro boys rambling time:

All of this information and headcanon formation comes from a lot for different sources. Primarily late-night Ao3 readings and one image set that I can't get out of my head but have NO CLUE where it is or who made it.

I'm putting it under a cut, this shit will get lengthy.

So, in terms of HOW the Bizzaros are and came to be, this goes heavily on an AU that I don't remember who created it, but pretty much the Bizzaros are a counter-universe to the Ninja. (Credit due, it was a Tumblr user)

I'm taking in on that, but also adding a few things: -They have their own memories and past life. -They have their own family and relations to each other. -They're almost the exact opposite of the ninjas.

Now, here's it laid out in terms of each character: We'll go from A to Z:

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Bizzaro Cole starts off as much as Cole is but more: Very cocky, very stubborn, and very destructive. As time goes on, away from the ninja, he becomes less of a follower and more of a leader. Turning stoic, easily annoyed, but very stratigic and smart. He keeps a monitor on his fellow Bizzaros' health (physical), goes headfirst into combat strategy, and knows how to push buttons to get on people's nerves. In other words: A humanized bastard cat. Him and Cole would not get along too well, given for how protective B!Cole is and how laid back Cole is, they're two bulls ready to butt heads at times.

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Bizzaro Jay starts off very flirty and very destructive craving, with hints of emotional instability. With time passing, a lot comes out about Jay. Primarily, a large regard of health issues. Muscle spasms, absence seizures, POTS (Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome)- This comes with a large regard of worry for Jay's health, despite how many times he'll dismiss it. He turns very closed off and calculated, barely giving any emotional regard. Jay and him would NOT get along. With Jay's excitable nature mixing with B!Jay's Not Impressed nature, they'd struggle.

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B!Kai starts with a very leadership, very protective nature towards the others, cocky about their abilities. With time, however, Kai practically caves in on himself. Emotional, anxiety ridden, and a people pleaser. It doesn't matter who it is or what they want, he'll do it. But, with the twist of a dime, with the right buttons pushed, he turns into a pyromatic and destructive being with fire abilities. This is where Cole's button pushing comes in handy, being able to get Kai to that destructive point and beyond. This does lead to an overcharged burnout afterwards. Him and Kai.. Oddly work together. Given that B!Kai is very quiet and will listen to what other's say, Kai doesn't find him a bother. Still, Kai would get jumpscared by how quiet B!Kai is.

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Bizzaro Zane is.. Well, he starts off crazy and reckless, and that only amps up the less his spent and compared to Zane. One of his catchphrases being "Logic? What's the point in logic?!". Yes, Cole has a child leash. Yes, Zane is more often the one to have it on. Yes, Zane is very irritated by this. To put it lightly: Zane goes headfirst into battle without knowing what the battle is. He is a nindroid, yes, but treats himself like he's a human being rather than a killer robot. Him and Zane, they.. Uh.. Well, it's not the worst friendship ever? I mean, if you ask B!Zane, you'd get a bit of chaotic high praise. If you Zane, you're met with the most annoyed and exhausted expression that could be displayed on any living thing.

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Their powers are darkened/purple versions, aside from Cole, his still being rocks and whatnot, but more of gems and geodes rather than pure earth.

Asking about a Bizzaro Nya is met with a lot of stilled silence and a solid threat of 'Never mention her', along with Kai stowing away for a couple of hours.

They tend to listen more to Sensei Gamardon more than Sensei Wu.

When I tell you that these boys can and will be traumatized by living in good Ninjago AND from a made-up past, they are.

[juicezone]

my gram didnt knock b4 entering the office wher ei draw/school/ect and thank god i had a seperate art tap open and blank (for refs) bc i was. not abt the explain why im drawing disney's hercules in a diap

[thou-shall-fucketh-off]

I’m cackling so hard why is tom’s outfit like an english man in the 1800’s 😭 WE’VE EVOLVED TOM YOU CAN DRESS NOT LIKE AN OLD MAN

[withered-tears]

Man tumblr really choose the QUIEST fuckin notification sound possible for their chat messages.

[aceyanaheim]

@mer-acle

Athena, on forced bedrest after God Games by order of Apollo:

[malachitezmeyka]

*through gritted teeth, rocking back and forth* Being bad at art isn’t a moral failing. You’re not bad you’re learning. It’s okay if you’ve been drawing almost daily for four years and aren’t at the level you want to be. Look back and see how much you’ve improved. Do studies. Practise areas you’re bad at. Stop drawing only the same characters chest up in 3/4 profile view. Step out of your comfort zone. Look at tutorials. Use references. Study anatomy and colour theory and how light and shadow work. Stop making yourself upset over it. Stop hating yourself for not being good enough. Stop comparing yourself to others and getting angry over how they’re better than you. Learn to have fun while drawing. Art is supposed to be fun. Why would you do it if it’s wasn’t fun? Stop crying.

[dreaisgrayte]

"Just Friends" Full Fic | Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, smut, oral (fem receiving), fingering, kissing, heavy making out, biting, licking, nails, rough, creampie, breeding kink (discovery, love that for them), and masturbation with a toy (not specified)

Word Count: 6.5k

A/N: crouched over like a little gremlin writing this in my bed for the last 3 days. I hope it delivers what was wanted. I only finished it today thanks to K-pop and the aggressive words of my best friend. Thank you Enhypen and K <3

The apartment was usually buzzing with activity, the hardwood scuffed from countless couches pushed around on its surface. While others might think it dingy, you felt it added to the unit's story – besides if it weren’t for the scuffs you wouldn’t have gotten a killer discount. You’d kiss them every day if it meant saving you money. Though, if you were caught kissing the ground your roommates would never let you live it down. They’d probably nickname you splinter lips or something embarrassing like that. Speaking of your roommates, they’d left you alone with nothing to do. How dare they have other lives that don’t involve you. 

You sink further into the couch, a bored sigh whoshing out of you. Mitsuri had gone out drinking with her cooking class, and Uzui was…somewhere, you honestly didn’t know. Kyojuro had a late shift at the convenience store, but he’d be home soon. Friday nights had been the very opposite of most of your friends, never planning extravagant outings. You much preferred the safety of a good book that you could sob about in the comfort of your own home. It was a simple yet fulfilling life. Besides, would a club let you do all the things to be done in one’s home? Short answer, no. 

A brilliant idea sparks forth. You were bored and no one was home. You could always… “Hey YN, sorry I thought I’d be home later.” A voice calls from the entryway. You groan and flop back on the couch. Well, there goes that idea, and it was a good one. “What’ve you been up to?” Kyojuro tosses his jacket over one of the kitchen island stools as he walks toward the fridge. He’s unbuttoning his work clothes, distractedly looking over the schedule for tomorrow as he does so. You don’t mean to gawk, but it’s not like you hadn’t seen a little too much of Kyojuro being as you lived with him. 

The man had a body like those paintings of Jesus, sculpted and rock-hard. If you were a man, Kyojuro would have given you many boners. Friendly harassment of course. “I was just about to invite all my other horny friends over to have an orgy.” You mutter out, glancing away from his near-open shirt before he catches you practically fantasizing about licking the sweat off him. This fucker was too good looking and you were a simple man…with simple desires. 

Kyojuro’s gaze flips to you and that damn easy grin he always wore appears. He slips out of his shirt, hanging it over his jacket. “Mmm, well don’t stop on my account.” He teases, pulling his long blonde hair out of its updo. A little warm trickle of something akin to sexual frustration strokes its smothering claws through your system. 

What you would do to just spread open your legs and have Kyojuro eat you out this instant is borderline insane, but you would let anyone fucking touch you. It’d been too long since you’d been able to let the carnal desire take over. Kyojuro was one of your good friends, you highly doubt you’d be able to enjoy his…tongue…fuck. You swallow hard as your gaze flits endlessly around the room. Were you so horny that you would fuck your friend? Mmm, yeah probably. You smile through the pain of not having someone to cuddle with. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” 

Kyojuro chuckles, stretching out his biceps and rolling his neck. “Oh. Seeing you get fucked senseless? For sure.” He shakes his head with a laugh but you nearly drop to your knees and beg him to let you take a picture of him shirtless for later. Christ, why does he have the body of a Greek God? His words send tendrils of hot want – need – through you. Making your pussy throb with hunger. 

Conversations with Kyojuro were always teetering on what if. You were so far in the bit that you didn’t know what was the truth anymore. He could tell you that he wanted to fuck you until easter and your response would be ‘Jesus isn’t gonna be the only thing that’s rising again’. Then you’d both laugh and continue with your day. Unless he was serious and you just agreed to be his fleshlight for 3 months…which doesn’t sound like such a bad idea… No! “I don’t know Kyo, you might be too tempted to join in.” You jab back, leaning forward on the couch, the loose tank dipping ever so slightly to tease a bit of your red bralette. You don’t miss the way his eyes dip to follow the swell of your tits. A satisfied smirk replaces your teasing grin. 

He spaces out for a beat before meeting your gaze. “Yeah…I,” His brows furrow, and adam’s apple bobs, before he turns around. “I have an early morning.” He quickly scoops up his clothes and salutes you as he walks toward the hallway of bedrooms. Your eyes narrow as you watch him. Nah, that was just what friends play around and say. You chuckle to yourself and head toward your room as well. No point in being awake if you can’t harass your friends. You pass by Mitsuri’s door, then you’re in front of home sweet home. Down just one door is Kyojuro’s room. Uzui shared a wall with the bathroom and closet, while you got two of the loudest people. Mitsuri with her music and Kyojuro… well sometimes you could hear him gaming, but there were moments when soft music was playing that you thought you could hear a little more. If you heard anyone fucking moan right now you were going to go mental. Full-blown chainsaw psycho killer, no one would be safe.  

Maybe you should’ve gone out with Uzui when he offered earlier this morning. He obviously could tell you were more pent up than a mother shopping for Christmas presents. Maybe a nice stranger would help this whole situation blow over. Then you wouldn’t be tempted to jump Kyojuro. Yeah, maybe you could message that one guy from your English class. 

You take out your phone and send him a quick text asking if he wants to hang out tomorrow. Hopefully, the vibes you were picking up on were correct and you could finally go back to being a normal human being with normal thoughts. Your phone buzzes and the words yeah, I’m free to do whatever appears on your screen. Whatever? Oh, this was going to work out perfectly. 

+    +    +

“I’m so happy you could make it.” Your words fall out with some excitement when Giyuu, the hot brooding guy from your English class walks through the front door. He observes all that he can before you take him by the hand to lead him to your room. “I figure we can game a little in here and…” You trail off, trying to sound suggestive and not too desperate. 

Giyuu raises his brows. “So you want to prolong us having sex?” He inquires, pulling you closer to him with the hand still holding his. Your brows shoot up. Damn, were you that transparent, or did he just assume that?

Either way, your plan was working out beautifully. “That depends,” You drag your finger down his chest. He was built, but nearly as much as Kyojuro. Was he home? You couldn’t remember. You hadn’t seen him all morning. “How good are you with your mouth?” Giyuu smirks and turns you around to where your back is pressed into the door. 

He licks up your jugular and plants small, sloppy kisses along your jawline. It was… something. “Does that answer your question?” He looks too pleased with himself so you don’t say anything. “You look so horny right now.” His hand is groping your breast and his other wraps around your waist. Did you? If there was a mirror across from you right now would you have lustful eyes? Glazed over from even just the thought of what was about to happen? No, you don’t think so. 

You really wanted to have some fun, but at what cost? Giyuu was hot, and kind, but just inexperienced. You could always teach him…but you weren’t ready to invest so much energy into a once-and-a-while fuck. You wanted to be fucked so hard that thinking would be impossible. 

You’re just about to say something to him when he’s back kissing you and moaning excessively. God, this guy needed some girl to teach him some things, but that girl was not you. “YN? I’m home, I brought hamburgers from that place you like so much!” Kyojuro calls from out in the kitchen. You squeak, but Giyuu either doesn’t hear Kyojuro (how?) or doesn’t care. Giyuu has managed to fumble your skirt up and play with the hem of your panties. Your pleas are muffled by his mouth still pressed against yours. His fingers slip inside your pussy and from the dull throb, you can tell there’s no moisture down there. Drier than unmoisturized lips in winter. He grunts and tries to move them around and a grumbled moan escapes your mouth as he – amazingly – swipes at your clit. “YN? Where are you?” Kyojuro asks and you can hear him walking down the hallway. 

This had to be the most dreadful event of your life. Being pressed into your bedroom door by a moaning telephone pole and one of your close friends about to hear the most ungodly whining. Giyuu releases your lips, finally, and sinks to his knees. He puts a finger to his lips and dips his head under your skirt. Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head. You grab onto Giyuu and try to pull him up. “No! Giyuu, absolutely not! My roommate is right there.” You hiss, shoving him to the side. You move away from him as quickly as you can. “I’m sorry but we cannot do this right now.” You grumble, pinching the bridge of your nose. 

Giyuu looks dumbfounded sitting on the ground where you had pushed him down. He blinks a couple of times before narrowing his eyes. “But you wanted me to fuck you.” It’s like he’s trying to put a God damn puzzle together. 

You groan and point to your door. “Yeah, when my fucking roommate wasn’t about to hear you moaning like a green pornstar!”  You fume, probably looking more exacerbated than you would’ve if you let him go through with it. Giyuu frowns. 

“Fine, then I’m leaving.” He states, gathering himself into a standing position. You nod in agreement, gesturing to the door. 

“Good, I’ll see you in class.” You sigh, flopping down on your bed. Giyuu gives you the oddest look but doesn’t say anything as he stomps out of your room. You hear Kyojuro mutter something to him and then the front door slam. A few seconds later Kyojuro is leaning against the frame of your door with his arms crossed over his chest. 

The silence is thick and for a moment you think he must want to confront you about Giyuu. There wasn’t necessarily a reason for him to confront you…so why did you feel so guilty? Shame was pumping through your stomach. “Want to watch a movie?” Kyojuro offers. You glance up to meet his blank stare. 

His gaze falls to assess the state of your clothing. Your skirt was still askew, your hair a mess, and your lips were swollen. He swallows slowly, trying to push down the thought of some guy having his hands on you. Kyojuro wasn’t jealous, no, he was simply… protective. Yes, that’s it. He was worried about you. Though… he couldn’t quite stop thinking about the small moan you let out. How someone like Giyuu managed to make a woman like you moan…he can’t fathom. Kyojuro would be able to have you only able to moan and shake in pleasure. He was so much better than that guy. “Sure. Just let me change into something more comfortable?” With a nod, Kyojuro slips back into the hall. A shakey breath leaves your body and you squeeze your eyes shut. You’d let your desire lead you too far. A distraction with someone you were comfortable with was sure to fix this heavy feeling. 

It doesn’t take long for you to pull on a pair of sweats and a soft tank top. You grab hold of your current book, heading toward the living room. Kyojuro blinks up to stare at you as you curl your legs under yourself on the couch. “You brought a book?” He gestures to the book with his head. 

A small smile lifts your lips. “Yeah, I thought I could catch up on some chapters after the movie.” You reply softly. Kyojuro chuckles and flips through some of his recommended movies. 

“If you’d rather read I don’t mind.” He mumbles while reading over a description. You shake your head. If anything you wanted to spend as much time with Kyojuro as you could. He had that warm presence that made you feel like less of a shit person. 

You set the book on the side table and turn back with a bigger smile for Kyojuro. “No, I really need a distraction right now and you’re doing a perfect job.” Kyojuro’s gaze flicks to you, his mouth twitching. 

“Distraction aye? Anything for the lady.” He smirks. 

The movie Kyojuro ends up choosing was at first glance, very cheerful and cute, but as the universe seemed to enjoy putting you in awkward situations – practically a porn scene started to play. Your eyes darted to see what his reaction would be, but it seemed he had none. His eyes were fixed on the screen, almost with rapt attention. 

What you didn’t see is that Kyojuro was white-knuckling the arm of the couch. He wouldn’t dare look at you for he feared the worst would happen. You already had a fucking weirdo try to pleasure you, what right would he have to make a move? Wait, did he want to make a move? What even was this? His initial goal was to get your mind off of your awful decision-making, but ever since you stepped out here with a book in your hand and baggy sweats on, he was done for. He wasn’t even sure how the movie got to this point, he was too preoccupied with observing you out of the corner of his eye. At times he wondered how you could be so breathtaking without even trying. He was so fucked. 

Thankfully, the scene ended and so did the movie. You almost instantly go for your book to avoid saying anything about how ‘enjoyable’ the movie was, but you don’t have time to grab it because Kyojuro leans over you, a soft smile dusting his features. Whenever the corners of his mouth quirk up in a casual smile it makes your stomach squirm with an uncomfortable feeling. “What are you thinking about?” He quizzes, reaching for something on the table next to you. You didn’t know what, you’d already forgotten what your name was. The warmth from his body seeps into your skin, his hot breath cascading down your arm as he speaks. You clear your throat and try to look at anything but the man next to you. 

It had been 4 nice years of friendship. It burst forth from an unfortunate crush on a mutual friend. Turns out that friend was too stupid to realize he was manipulating you and leading you on. Crazy how that works isn’t it? “How I’m going to have to fire the assassins that keep failing every morning.” You grumble out, pretending to be fascinated with the upholstery of the couch. Kyojuro hums in amusement, opening the book – which was apparently what he grabbed.

He sets the book in his lap, reading over the page you bookmarked. “They just need more training, I’ve gotten skilled at fighting them off.” He shoots you a deadly smirk and suddenly it becomes a lot harder to swallow. Your gaze lazily follows the curve of his bicep, noticing how thick they seem. Were they hard to the touch? You’d heard muscles were sometimes flabby though. It was difficult to suppress the urge to just reach out and feel his arm. “My God YN, you actually read this stuff?” Kyorjuro blurts, holding the page closer to his face as if that would help him believe he was reading it correctly. 

He pinches the spine of the book to close it with a shocked expression. You can’t help the bubble of laughter that escapes from your lips. Then – with horror – you realize he hadn’t bookmarked the page. “Kyojuro! The bookmark!” You practically jump over his lap to reach the flimsy piece of notebook paper you called a bookmark that was on the other side of his leg. You huff out a sigh when you finally have it in your hands, yanking the book from his hands to frantically find the scene you were reading. When the words start to look familiar you stick the paper in between the pages and set the book down. 

Leave it to the least observant person to almost make you lose your place. You’re about to move back to your spot when Kyojuro shifts underneath you. You turn to slowly look at his face, but you’re met with the side of his face. You note the tip of his ear is flushed red and his eyes are darting to look at anything but you – splayed out over his lap no less. “This is surprisingly comfortable.” You tease, rolling your hips forward a bit with a smirk. Something similar to a whimper comes from Kyojuro. 

“YN…” His voice strains with unrelenting thoughts coursing through his mind. How your ass looked right there over his lap. How heavenly your body felt on him, he especially liked the way your soft stomach felt like a cushion upon his thighs. It was crazy, you were driving him crazy. Finally, you sat up, but that was almost worse because now your face was closer to his. He could see your rosy cheeks, lustful eyes, and God – your fucking tight red tank top. He wanted it on the floor this instant, it would look better there anyway. He was fighting the urge to reach up and swipe away the hair that had come undone from the loose way you had it up. 

“Sorry.” You chuckle bashfully, fixing your necklace. He didn’t miss the way the pendant fell between your breasts. He wanted to follow the delicate gold chain until you were moaning his name.

“It’s no problem.” He mutters absentmindedly. He both wished he could melt into the couch and bend you over it to fuck you mindlessly. 

The way his mouth moves has always had this effect on you, but you were just friends. He felt so good under you, too good. “I’m gonna,” You glance down at the book in your hands. “Um, go finish this.” Then without another word, you scurry off to your room. You press your back into the very same door Giyuu had earlier. Only this time your heart was racing and your breath was erratic. What was happening? Did you…like Kyojuro? You always thought your conversations with him were on the verge of playful and downright sexual. You had similar jokes with Uzui and Mitsuri, but somehow this felt…different. Oh God, you did like him. You wanted to do unholy things to that man and then spoil him rotten with little gifts and quality time. 

Shit. Fuck! This was awful! Now you needed a distraction from the distraction. You spot your nightstand drawer and glance at the door behind you. Kyojuro was still in the living room, so he wouldn’t be able to hear you… distract yourself. 

You take a couple of steps forward and then rush to your bed, tossing the book haphazardly on your desk. You position yourself in the corner with a few pillows nestled around you. You bite your lip as you reach over and rummage around in your drawer until your fingers graze the glorious purple silicon you were looking for. You shimmy out of your sweats and panties, tossing them to the floor. You hiss in annoyance when you realize just how very wet you already are. “Mmm, fuck.” You moan as the round toy slips into your folds. It felt heavenly, but something was missing. “Haaa, oh my God, nngh.” You gasp out, the coils in your core tightening as the image of Kyojuro between your legs appears behind your lids. 

Kyojuro quietly listened on the other side of his wall, his mouth slightly ajar. He swallowed a lodge that had formed in his throat. He should put headphones on, or do something to stop listening to you, but he couldn’t. Your next moan cracks into a whimper and it takes all his might to not barge in there and throw whatever you were using to the side. He was so desperate to show you what real pleasure could be like. He imagines your eyes rolling in the back of your head as he rams his cock into your tight cunt. It would suck him in like it never wanted him to leave. You’d be fucked out by the time he was on his first round, then he’d cum inside of you. Fill you up and watch his cum trickle out of you. He’d make you his whore and have you begging for his cock every waking moment. 

He grunts, glancing down at his growing erection. You had driven him mad and you’d pay for it, of that he would make sure. Your moans grow erratic and he swears he can hear the wet slick of your pussy through the paper-thin walls. 

The pumping becomes sloppy as you writhe in pleasure. “Mmmh!” You bite down, trying to stifle the whining moans slipping out of your throat. “Feels s’good.” Your words come out slurred and after a bit of teasing the rope inside of you snaps and your eyes roll shut. Shit, what a mess you made. You groan into your pillow, annoyed that you had to clean up. 

Kyojuro rolls his lips into his mouth as he peers down. His hand is covered in sticky cum and his cock is still stiff with desire. Yes…what a mess you’d made indeed. 

+    +    +

You had the best night’s sleep in forever, waking up only when the sun was up. The shorts you’d thrown on last night had ridden up into your ass so you get out of bed to pull them down. There was also the sweet smell of pancakes that led you out into the kitchen where Kyojuro stands flipping some. You weren’t sure why, but he looked incredible doing so. He smiles when he notices you. “Morning YN,” His gaze lingers on the way the strap of your tank falls down your shoulder. You’re about to make a flirty remark when you spot your other two roommates observing you both from the breakfast nook. They both wear knowing smirks and whisper to each other. You roll your eyes and walk toward them. 

“Hey strangers, when did you guys get home?” You inquire, sitting down across from Mitsuri. She grins, playing with one of her braids. Uzui chuckles while leaning back in his chair. 

“Kanroji met this one guy and-” He’s shut up by Mitsuri throwing a pillow at him with flushed cheeks. 

“Shut up shut up shut up!” She squeals. “He,” She pouts and bashfully meets your gaze, her lime green eyes sparkling. “He was so cool.” She sighs dreamily, smitten already. 

Uzui gives her a blank stare and then his gaze flicks to you. Kyojuro sets down a plate in front of you, then the stack of pancakes near the middle of the table. Uzui follows Kyojuro’s movements with narrowed eyes. “And what have you two been up to?” He quirks a brow as Kyo sits himself down next to you. You both look up, meet each other’s gaze, then look away. 

You stuff your mouth with a bite of fluffy pancake. “Nothing much.” Kyojuro decides to respond. As the taste fills your tastebuds you can’t help the little moan that escapes your mouth. Kyojuro’s movements halt, his attention trained on you. The others didn’t hear, did they? With one glance to Mitsuri and Uzui he could tell they were in their own world. “YN?” Kyo leans over to whisper in your ear. You gulp down your next bite, your eyes shutting for a moment. “I need you to stop moaning over my cooking.” He hisses into your ear. 

Your heart dips in your chest. Was your enjoyment of his food having that much of an impact on him? You could have a little fun with this. You take another bite, humming in pleasure. Kyojuro’s eyes darken into deep amber swirls. “You having fun shoving that into your mouth?” He asks in a husky voice. You clench on nothing. The things his words alone were doing to you. He watches as your tongue darts out to lick up some of the syrup on your lips. “You’re being a brat.” He states.

You raise your brows and giggle quietly. “Yeah, that’s kind of the point.” Kyojuro nods in understanding. Without mention his hand grabs onto your thigh. His fingers play with the plush skin, molding it to his massive hand. “What are you doing?” Your voice is strained but Kyo just smirks, trailing his fingers higher up your thigh – grazing the point where your stomach overlapped. Dangerously close to the apex of your thighs and you knew at that moment, he was punishing you for pushing him so far. Even if this wasn’t real, just a friendly game, you were enjoying every second of it. 

“Guys!” Mitsuri suddenly exclaims. You expect Kyojuro to move his hand away quickly but his pinky delicately strokes your covered pussy. You swallow nervously. “We should totally have a game night.” She clasps her hands together and bounces excitedly. “We haven’t done one in such a long time,” She continues. 

Uzui sets his fork down and stands up with vigor. “What a great idea! We shall conquer the night with…Mario Party.” His magenta eyes narrow and he places a hand on his heart dramatically. “I shall be the victor again.” He states triumphantly. Mitsuri watches him in amazement, probably thinking, 'Wow, I wish I could declare myself like that! Uzui is so cool!’. She was so easy to read. 

Kyojuro on the other hand, was literally focused on his other hand. He was kneading the flesh of your thigh and it felt weirdly amazing. “Careful Uzui, Mitsuri has been practicing ever since last time.” He chuckles. Tonight was going to be… you bite on your lip as Kyo presses his thumb to your pussy… fun.

The day passed with you spending most of it hiding away in your room, finishing the book you said you would last night. Mitsuri and Uzui went out shopping for snacks and drinks while Kyojuro had some errands to run. You had to reread the same page over and over again, your head spinning with thoughts of this morning. Was this really happening? Kyojuro and you? Did he like you? Did you like him? 

You groan and shut your book. They should be home soon, it was getting late and you were lonely. “Sweetie we’re home!” Uzui yells as you hear the front door swing open. You roll your eyes at the timing. Walking out to the kitchen you find Mitsuri and Uzui excitedly emptying their shopping bags. Jack Daniels, Titos, Tequila Rose, and Mike’s Hard Lemonade. There are some stray soda bottles and a random bag of pretzels. 

You slowly meet their pleased expressions. “What are we going to eat?” You inquire, your brows furrowing. Mitsuri waves your concern away with a giggle. 

“Don’t worry, we called Kyojuro to handle the food.” She exclaims. You hum in approval, noticing that Uzui has already made his way over to the Nintendo, preparing Mario Party for tonight. Mitsuri pours three glasses and sets them down on the coffee table before flopping down in the recliner. 

You watch as Uzui and Mitsuri drink and play a few rounds. Then Mitsuri insists they should go to the convenience store and you wait for Kyojuro to show up with the food. Not even a few minutes after they leave the one you were waiting for walks through the door. He sees you alone and tilts his head. “Left alone again?” He questions, setting down a few bags on the counter. 

You shake your head. “Nope, I have you now.” You reply, a hint of playfulness in your voice. His lips form into a slow smirk as he starts walking over to where you’re sitting on the couch. He squats down, letting his eyes lazily look over the comfortable clothes you have on. 

“Mmm, indeed you do.” He mumbles. Your heart is thrumming uncontrollably in your chest. You’re almost afraid he might be able to hear it. 

“You uh,” His eyes instantly meet yours when he hears your voice. It makes it harder to talk when he’s looking at you so intensely. You break eye contact, gaze falling to your lap. 

“No, YN, if you’re going to do this, you’re going to look into my eyes.” Kyojuro’s hand is under your chin, commanding you to see him. 

“Do you like me?” You blurt. That’s not exactly what you intended to say but the words came out anyway. Kyojuro chuckles, his usually bright eyes darkening as he peered at you. 

He wets his lips, sliding the hand that was under your chin up your cheek. Your breath hitches and that only drives him forward more. Before you know it his mouth is hot next to your ear. “Why do you want to know?” He asks in a hushed tone. You feel hot, so very hot. “Mmm, don’t worry, you don’t have to say anything, I already know. Your body is practically begging for it.” He uses his hand on your face to expose your neck, every movement antagonizing slow. The tip of his nose drags down your jugular and he stops just above your collarbone. His lips move along the sensitive skin, sucking and taking in the splendor of being this close to you. “To answer your question,” He starts, biting down on the junction of your neck and shoulder. A breath moan escapes your throat. He hums in satisfaction, moving back to your neck with kisses and tantalizing licks. “No, I don’t like you.” Then, he’s next to your ear, breathing heavier than before. “I crave you. Desire you. I cannot think when our eyes meet. You make me dangerous YN. Every second I am not with you I’m a depraved man. Hungry. Starving.” Kyojuro’s face is in front of yours, his eyes burning into yours. 

This time you don’t look away. 

You grab his cheeks closing the distance between your lips. The kiss is gentle at first, surprise and exploration guiding both of you before Kyojuro positions himself in between your legs, pushing you into the back of the couch. His breath is labored as he moves his mouth along your skin, planting kisses everywhere he can reach. He’s desperate, groaning into your neck. “Bedroom. Now. Or I’m going to eat you out on this couch until our roommates get home.” He growls and without a second thought your legs are wrapped around Kyojuro’s waist. You’re not sure how he’s watching where he’s going and making out with you. All you know is that soon your back is pressed into the back of his door. This time it’s hot and you intend to use the door for stability because this man is surely going to make your knees weak. 

Kyojuro’s fingers are digging deliciously into the back of your thighs and his tongue is licking the spot he bit you earlier. It was all a bit overwhelming, the sensations, the emotions rolling around in your stomach, and the downright arousal dripping from your cunt. “God you’re so perfect.” He grunts into your shoulder, running his teeth along the curve and shape of it. 

Your hands are buried in his hair, pulling him back up to your lips with needy fervor. You can scarcely breathe, but when you catch your breath for a moment it’s his name you moan out. “Kyo,” Between kisses, bites, tastes of bliss, and the teasing roll of his hips into the apex of your thighs you would whisper his name. He was all that mattered. The anchor to Earth and the center of your very being. His response would always be a soft, ‘I’m here,’ ‘good girl,’ or ‘fuck,’. 

“Are you sure?” He gently connects your foreheads. A pleased smile morphs your swollen lips. “I don’t want you to regret this…us.” He adds. 

You peck his lips, then decide to kiss him for a beat longer. “Kyojuro, I think we’ve established over the last few days that we are not just friends. I want you, all of you.” You reply gently. It’s like something in him snaps even more because the next thing you know you both are on his mattress. 

“You drive me fucking crazy.” He hisses, shifting himself between your legs. His warm fingers hook onto the hem of your shorts, pulling them down and tossing them to the side with abandonment. He stares down at your red panties, getting lost in the way they formed your pussy perfectly and your body. “Take your shirt off.” He suddenly demands. 

You choke out a laugh at the outburst. “You take your shirt off.” You playfully snap. He cocks his head to the side and pulls the black tee he had on over his head with one swift motion. You gulp down your words and grab the hem of your own shirt with both hands, yanking it off with a lot less grace. You hadn’t been wearing a bra because of being home all day so when your tits meet the cold air Kyojuro smirks. 

“Hmm, you listen so well when you’re put in your place.” He coos, rolling his lips around in his mouth. “Now, for your reward, I’m going to eat this perfect cunt. Feel free to let me listen to those pretty little moans of yours, or,” He grins, laying down on his stomach. “Wrap these fucking thighs so tight around my head that I can’t hear anything. Okay, princess?” The air is heady as you watch him pull your underwear off. He halts for a beat, but presses your legs open for him and slides one of his hands down to open up your folds. You hiss out a breath as he grazes his teeth along your thigh. 

His fingers slide into your entrances without any trouble. “So wet for me already baby, you want this so bad.” Kyojuro chuckles from his position. A breathy moan leaves your throat. 

He pumps two fingers inside of you, playing with your walls. “F-fuck, right there, nnngh.” He hooks his fingers then his mouth is sucking on your clit. You almost scream, the pleasure shooting thick bands through your body. Your muscles tighten and so do your legs around his head. He hums in pleasure, the vibration sending shockwaves through you. “S-so good, oh my God, so good.” You can’t think. Words are just spilling out at this point. 

Your legs start to shake as his tongue plunges deeper into your pussy, swirling around your sensitive clit. “Ah angh,” Your walls clench and pulsate around his fingers. “I’m fuck, I’m close,” Kyojuro pushes on your leg so he can move his tongue away and you almost whimper at the absence of it. 

He starts to quicken his fingering, watching with a pleased expression as you writhe and clench. “That’s it baby, cum on my fingers.” He coaxes and with one more hard hook of his fingers you fall apart, convulsing with whimpers and whines. As you cum Kyojuro moves his mouth back to your pussy, lapping up your arousal. “You’re so sweet, fuck.” He hisses. 

Your heart is racing, breath coming out in pants, you can barely feel your legs. “Kyojuro,” You huff.

He shits onto his knees with a lopsided grin. “Yes?” 

“I need you inside of me,” Kyojuro blinks at you, then with a knowing smile works himself out of his pants. 

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take good care of you.” He grunts, but you zero in on the very size of him. For a guy you’d known for 4 years, you would figure you’d be able to guesstimate how large his cock would be. Nope, he was so much larger than you expected. He lines himself up at your entrance and with a slow push, he’s stretching you out. You groan and latch onto his shoulders, digging your nails into his muscles. He shuts his eyes, a grunt rumbling from his chest. “Shit, you’re sucking me in. Look at you taking me so well.” He husks, rolling his hips into yours. It felt so good, the way you tightened around him whenever he moved like you didn’t want him to pull out. 

Kyojuro starts to thrust, gentle at first but with time he picks up pace, ramming into you like he knew you liked. “You like that huh? Do you like me fucking you speechless? Ain’t got such a smart mouth on you now aye?” He spats, you can only whine in response. “Mmm, such a good girl for me. So perfect for my cock, fuck.” His movements become sloppy as he fucks into you. You gasp and tighten around him, another wave of pleasure crashing into you. That’s all it takes for Kyojuro to break, a cracking string of moans falling from his mouth as he cums inside of you. He collapses next to you, chest heaving. 

“Do you think Mitsuri and Uzui came home during that?” You ask, voice hoarse from the previous activities. Kyojuro rolls his eyes and turns on his side to look at you. 

You turn on your side too, feeling sweaty and sticky, but not caring much. You could feel his cum inside of you and honestly, it was a nice full feeling. You might’ve been a little too into the fact he came inside of you. Kyojuro wraps his arms around you and kisses your forehead. “I’m not sure, but I can go get you a towel if you want?” He replies, peering at you with a concerned expression. “I kind of made…a mess down there.” He mutters. 

You giggle and shake your head. “Don’t friends clean up each other’s messes?” You joke. Kyojuro scoffs and rolls his eyes. 

He smacks your ass and pulls you closer to him. “Yeah, but I kind of think we’re past the whole just friends thing.” 

As you look into his eyes and feel the swell of happiness in your chest you realize he couldn’t be more right. You were never Just Friends.

[lildudie18]

🐞 big project 69 is outtt whosh finally that took 48 HOURS happy new year! 🐞

🐞 IB this amazing person!! and ty for everyone who supported me this past year love you all 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🐞

🐞 statics 👌 🐞

🐞 and ofc silly things 🐞

[danjaley]

Matthew: Whoshe i’ea wash it ‘o nick’ame her “Hi’’y”? Ah can’’ ‘ronounshe tha’ at a’’!

Fiona: Alice named her Elizabeth, so I thought you two had agreed on it beforehand. And since “Eliza” was already taken, “Lilly” it was. Should we try to change it?

Matthew: Nah. You’ve sheen how succsheshful Alish’’ crushade againsht “Gram’sh” wash.

[icancirieclearlynowthegameison]

T'Kor is ALWAYS there checking up on people, making sure they're okay, giving them hugs, encouraging them, and mmmhmmm-ing them. I imagine it's mostly just whoshe is but also a very solid strategy too.

[jaylynn1318]

The banana splits movie rewrite forgotten but canon content (my AU)

I am so glad I decided to do this format instead of a formal story, it would’ve taken forever to get to the story, and lost motivation and canned the whole thing after the 6th part when we would’ve just gotten to the universe traveling.

I’m now remembering a few parts I forgot to mention in part 1, and a musical piece I just thought

1. There should be an opening when the spilts were younger and struggling to get noticed, and then a jump cut to a few years later when do have an audience. Things are going great….. until Bingo threw out his back, signaling that their about to retire due to age

2. Fleegle finds some dirt on Andy and reveals it to everyone

Fleegle interrupt the rock out segment, he seems to be holding some files

Fleegle: EVERYONE! May I have your attention?

Everyone looks at him, some because he asked, other because of his audacity to barge in on a live show and demands attention.

Fleegle clears his throat

♫ ♫ ♫ ♫

Fleegle: I’ll refer to page three

♫ To something big everyone here must see ♫

♫certain to change your view on the brand new Vice President of programming of the studio-o-o-o ♫

♫ Andy ♫ POOF ♫

Andy looked nervous

Andy: what?

♫the truth♫

Everyone who was handed the files finally open them and where stunned by was in it

Rebecca: ♫ He’s the son of the owner of this stage ♫

Harley: ♫ he hates the spilts because he think it’s stupid, kiddie and lame ♫

Paige: ♫ He’s canning the show for said reasons ♫

Poppy: ♫ and he thinks super skinny jeans are the season-ennn ♫

Everyone looks at her like she said the most stupidest thing , even the robots

Poppy: what

Fleegle got animated like he was in a cartoon musical and continued

Fleegle: ♫ the only reason he got this job and the vice was because he was the son ♫

♫not because of anything he did ♫

♫ Nepotism is the only reason he did ♫

He steals Robo Fleegle’s guitar to help with pointing at Andy

♫ You want to know what he is? ♫

♫do ya? ♫

Andy looked terrified, how did he left that unattended? why did he even have that?

♪♪ a fraud e’body, an imposter, phony, a fake,he doesn’t have what it ta———kes ♪♪

♪♪ a fraud e’body, an imposter, but not like from the game, an poser, nepo baby, a fake ♪♪

♪♪he had you wrapped around his finder for god knows how long ♪♪

Fleegle’s inter theatre kid had him installed a hook earlier to lower at this exact moment. He grabbed the hook with his bare hand, poking his hand and bleeding a little, and let it ascend him to the air, making it look like he was flying in the air

♫but he’s nothing but a pompous, douche, lying, bad decisions making, nepo baby, know nothing know-it-all imposting FAKER!! ♫

♫He’s a fraud everyone- ooooonnnn ♫

Andy looked like he knew he was screwed, everyone looked like they were about kill him, and Fleegle looked determined

♫whosh ♫

♫ ♫ ♫ ♫

(Yes it was inspired by the Simpsons “fraudway baby”, thanks for noticing)

3. I want to get into more detail about Bingo’s fight with Mitch…heavily influenced by “who’s cooking tonight?”

(This after Mitch affair is revealed and Bingo in this AU is there during said reveal and Mitch putting on the blame on Beth)

Bingo, in a rare moment of sanity, logic, and anger, defends Beth

Bingo: are you blaming your affair on her?! And she’s right, what about your kids?

Mitch: Austin isn’t my kid, he never was

Bingo: actually, yes, he is. He is your Stepson, and Harley’s your biological son, it’s your responsibility to protect and care for BOTH of them. Not to dilly dally with Clare or Clarissa or or what whatever her name was!!

Mitch: It’s Kara😒

Bingo: the fact you say that so nonchalantly speaks so much

Mitch: as if your any better, You and your goofy little friends are the last people to be raising a child, your little hottie always looks like she would rather be anywhere else than with you

Bingo: One, we might not be fathers of the year, but at least we actually care about her. Two, she’s 12, don’t call her a ‘little hottie’ unless you want to go to prison for pedophila. Three, she’s just terrible at expressing herself. And Four, you better hope your soon to be ex-wife doesn’t think of choking you in your sleep before the divorce is over!!!🤬

Mitch: kiss my a$$

Bingo punches him in the nose so hard that it already got bruised and crooked. All without Mitch even falling over by the sudden attack. Then Mitch pointed his hand at him, pointing at him.

Mitch: if you do that again, I will-

Bingo bit his finger so hard that some blood came out. Beth and Austin immediately leave, it was nothing they could do to stop the incoming madness that about to happen.

After a few seconds of Mitch screaming and Bingo getting his feet off the floor and put more weight on the bitten finger, Mitch punched back so hard that Bingo got punt into the wall. Bingo landing was so severe that he accidentally knocked over Jonathan when he was trying to find Andy. On the plus side, it also fixed his back from the backflip earlier.

Bingo threw something random at Mitch, who was hiding behind a barrier, and laughed at him when the attack failed. Mitch wasn’t laughing when Bingo’s second attempt landed on his face.

Bingo: feel huh?!!>:D

Mitch kicked the barrier at Bingo

Bingo: AAAAHHHHH😱

The impact was so great that it knocked over Jonathan again.

While Bingo was still dazed, Mitch ran over, grabbed him by the furry neck,slammed him hard on the wall, and punched him repeatedly. Bingo returned the favor by using his knee to punt Mitch in the bags. While Mitch was kneeling in pain at the blow to his jewels, Bingo roundhouse kicked him to the over side of the alley, with two sets of debris falling on him.

(Cutaway gag with Robo Snorky, he didn’t run over Mitch in this version, since Bingo is kinda doing what he was about to do anyways, and is just watching the fight in the dark background)

The fight continued on for another five minutes, including Bingo giving Mitch a very painful nudge to his head, Mitch taking the fight indoors by shoving Bingo’s head in the bathroom toilet, Bingo sitting on Mitch, who jumped and kicked Bingo in the face, and Bingo doing the v sign on his hand to poke both of Mitch’s eyes.

Mitch gets the upper hand when he finds a shape rock on the road and tries to use it to stab the gorilla. Bingo regain the hand when finds a spiked cord. Without thinking, Bingo grabs the cord, gos behind Mitch, wraps the cord around his neck, and pulls on it, straggling Mitch. Bingo was pulling on the cord HARD, so much that blood was flowing out of the cuts on Mitch’s neck. Mitch tried to get the cord off of his neck, but all he accomplished was cutting his own fingers. Mitch was remembering what he said to Harley earlier when he almost got ran over by the banana buggy earlier

Mitch: Jesus, that would have been an embarrassing way to die

Well he was almost be killed by the hands of a split himself, and in a brutal way itself, it was somehow even more embarrassing.

He drew his final breath in minutes due to asphyxiation and severe blood loss….

Bingo, after a few minutes of being unresponsive to anything and having his mind go blank, started to feel a huge amount of guilt. He just killed somebody. Mitch might have been a cheating sleaze bag, but he just took a man’s life. He can’t just turn himself in, he can’t handle going to prison again… he had to hide the body.

Robo Snorky soon shows up, Bingo finds a opening to get out to his mess

Bingo: Hey! Hey you, you think you can help me hide this?

Robo Snorky grabs the corpse and drags it outside to hide it.

Bingo: oh thank goodness your a lifesaver 😮‍💨 I promise to return the favor

…

I don’t want to end on a downer, but I can’t think of any other way to end this than, wait for part 2

Edit: While I admit that Mitch calling Katherine ‘a little hottie’ was going too far, I didn’t make him a pedo, Katherine is very tall for a 12-13 year old girl, tall enough that Mitch mistaken her for someone in her early twenties. But I went too far with that line and I’m sorry



[transrinhoshizora]

Ficlet prompt: Chika, You, and Riko try to have a study session, but all of them get distracted over how attractive the other two are.

The indescribable joy of being with these two... Riko had never experienced a feeling like this in her life. Here she sat in Chika's bedroom, watching You and Chika see how many pencils they could balance on their upper lips. The sight of her two best friends puckering their lips and craning their heads back in an attempt to wedge wooden pencils between their lips and noses left Riko struggling to hold in her laughter.

But she couldn't laugh, because this was not the time for games, this was supposed to be a study session!

Pencils went scattering over the kotatsu, followed by a defeated groan from Chika. "Dang it!"

"Ha ha!" You raised her arms in the air in victory.

Riko giggled and tapped her own pencil against the table. "While it's fun to watch you two be goofy, we do have an exam to prepare for."

"Goofy?" You asked. "This was a serious competition to see whose lips are the strongest!"

Chika crossed her arms and puffed out her cheeks. "It has nothing to do with your lips being the strongest, you just have a big mouth from all the swimming you do, it's turning you into a fish!" She made her point by putting her hands to her face to make fins, and she shuffled on her knees over to You and started gasping like a fish in her ear. "Guhh guhhhh—"

You giggled and waved her hands at Chika. "Quit it! I'm not a fish, I'm not!"

Riko laughed. "Focus, you two!"

"Right, right, we need to study," Chika said. Then put a pencil on her lip. "After a rematch!"

"No!" Riko grinned and shook her head, putting her hands to her face.

"Oho, you crave defeat!" You said, and started stacking pencils on her lip again.

"You both have very strong lips, okay?" Riko said with a laugh.

You turned to look at her, head tilted, lips still puckered. "Oh yeah, and how wou'dyou know dat, hm?"

"Yeah, hm?" Chika mirrored You, and now both of them glared at her with their duck lips and pencil mustaches.

Riko lifted the kotatsu blanket to hide her face, spluttering out laughter. "S-stop!"

"C'mon, Riko-chan, now you gotta tell ush," You said, crawling over to Riko's side.

"Yeah, whosh lips are better?" Chika asked, doing the same, now boxing Riko in on both sides.

Riko peeked over the blanket, looking back and forth between the two of them in a panic. "I-I couldn't possibly choose!"

"You have to choooose," You said, closing in on her with intent to smooch her.

"You have to chooOOOoose," Chika said, also nearing Riko's cheek.

"Ahh, wait! I can't!" Riko yelped, then quickly fell backwards to dodge out of the way, just as the two of them went in for the kiss.

And they did kiss, each other, while staring right at one another with wide eyes.

The pencil under Chika's nose fell. "Oo!"

"Ha!" You parted from Chika's lips. "I win again!"

"Kissing was not part of the conditions of the contest!" Chika contended.

"All's fair in love and war," You said with a smug smile, twirling her pencil between her fingers.

"Well," Riko said from the floor. "Who was the better kisser?"

Chika and You both looked down at her, and both of their expressions fell into unamused glares.

"What?" Riko asked, only to gasp and yelp as they both dove on top of her to kiss her cheeks. "Wait—!"

"You [kiss] have [kiss] to [kiss] choooose! [kiss kiss kiss]" Chika demanded.

"Noooo we have to studyyy!"

They eventually would study, a little, sort of. When it was just the three of them, getting anything productive done was a nearly impossible. But who needs to be productive when your friends are gay and silly, right?

[yourmom1232]

Castiel finding you crying over gender dysphoria

Warnings: Gender dysphoria, misgendering, crying and I believe that's it

It had been a hard day. You were on a case with Sam and Dean posing as FBI agents when it started. "I'm Agent Daniel and these are my partners Agent Peterson and Andrew" "Sirs and Ma'am" the officer said referring to you as Ma'am. You decided to let it slide, it was just one mess up and you guys weren't gonna be there long so who cares? The officer led you guys to the body. He explained that it looked like everything had just been sucked out of the body. "Huh he kinda looks like he's been vacuum sealed" you commented. "What she said" The officer replied. Now you were just mad. "Um excuse me, he's a boy" Sam told the officer. "No way, if you don't mind me saying your a pretty girly looking dude." Embarrassment flowed through you. Your day was now officially ruined. "Alright well thanks we'll be on our way" Dean said turning to walk away.

The ride home was miserable. Sam and Dean apologized for the cops behavior but that did nothing to make it better. Once you got home and into your regular clothes Dean and Sam went out to get food. As soon as they left you stated to cry. What the officer had said really got to you. You looked in the mirror picking apart your appearance before you got into bed and sobbed softly. You heard a whosh and saw a confused looking Cass staring down at you. "Are you alright? Sam and Dean sent me here to make are you okay" Cass was you boyfriend that you loved dearly. You were so ashamed and embarrassed that he had found you like this. He knew that you were trans and that sometimes it caused you distress but he didn't know it could cause this much. "I'm sorry Cass this is so stupid" He stopped you before you could say anything else. "Whatever your feeling could not possibly be stupid if your crying like this. So please tell me what's wrong" So you did. You told him about the app and how dysphoric it made you feel, how you felt like no one will ever see you as a real boy and that you would always be a girl. "Honey, The people that are important in your life are you as a boy and always will. You are a real boy and your the most handsome, beautiful, kind, and wonderful boy I have ever met." "Thank you Cass" you said with tears in your eyes. You cuddled into Cass and he wrapped an arm around your waist. He kisses you. "I love you Y/n" "I love you too Castiel"

Hope you enjoyed!

[myv0resideblog]

Abstraction Chap 1/? (TW SFW VORE and VOMIT)

Summary: Pomni and Ragatha go on a late night walk around the tent… it does not go as planned

Notes: I'm aware there are most defiantly grammar and spelling mistakes, but eh, I wrote most of this in the middle of the night as that's when I have the most motivation. not sure if there will be more chapters, but we'll see

also this is my first post here.

(words 1316)

Pomni was on her knees wincing as she stared down at Ragatha. Pomni was starting to abstract, a black amorphous shape covering the right side of her face with a large colorful eye within the darkness. Pomni was ten times her normal size and was, at this point, towering over Ragatha. Ragatha looked up at Pomni with a worried expression. She was trying her best to not feel fear but it was hard as she saw more of the darkness cover Pomnis body.

 “Pomni, It will be okay. we’ll get through this,” Ragatha says

“TOGETHER?” Pomni says multiple versions of her voice can be heard as she spoke.

“Together.” Ragatha says as she places a hand on Pomnis' now massive hand. Ragatha feels an electric shock through her arm as she touches Pomnis hand she winces as quietly as she can But Pomni notices as she pulls her hand away from Ragatha.

“I'M SORRY!” Pomni says again with multiple voices. Pomni then sits up and looks at her hand as the darkness starts to envelop her body. Tears stream down what’s left of her face. She looks down at Ragatha when she feels a compulsion, ‘Keep her safe’ Pomni thinks to herself, as she feels her control slip away, rage starting to take over her thoughts. 

Ragatha stands in front of Pomni not able to hold back tears any longer. As she watches Pomni start to lose control. She needed to run, but she couldn’t, she can't just leave Pomni to be put in the cellar with the other people who abstracted. Before Ragatha can even take a step Pomni reaches out and grabs her. She screams in shock, closing her eye, as she prepares for her body to start glitching. But it doesn't come. She slowly opens her eye, just to see all of Pomni’s eyes staring back at her. Ragatha feels a wave of anxiety hit her as Pomni stares at her.

Ragatha whimpers not quite knowing how to react to seeing Pomni open her mouth. As she’s moved closer to Pomni’s open mouth she finds her strength and starts to wiggle in Pomni’s grip.

“Pomni, what are you doing?!” Ragatha yells, Pomni responds by simply shoving Ragatha head first into her mouth. Ragatha yelps as she is squished into the dark, wet maw. Teeth closing behind her. She feels her heart rate increase. She has a moment of disbelief at first not able to react., then the tongue under her starts to move. Ragatha tries to push herself away when she's pinned against the roof of Pomnis' mouth. She panics as she's rolled around in Pomnis month; Getting covered in saliva in the process.

“Bleh! Pomni stop!” Ragatha yells spitting out Saliva as she’s unpinned from the roof of the mouth.

“P-Pomni?” she says as everything seems to stop for a short moment. Then gravity shifts. 

Causing her to start sliding toward the back of the throat. 

“OH F@#K!” Ragatha yells, the swearing still being censored. She goes to push herself away from the throat, when the tongue lifts her up, shoving her back head first into the throat. It's tight making it hard to breathe. She kicks her legs as they are free from the throats tightness. But she hears a loud gulp around her as she is shoved fully into the esophagus. She whimpers, hearing one more gulp as she slides further down. She hears Pomnis’ heart beating rapidly as she passes by it on her way down. Pomni says something but it’s hard to make out with the whoshing of lungs and rapid heart beat around her. 

To Pomni it felt weird the movement as Ragatha slid down her throat; nothing had ever felt like this before. She didn’t dislike it, though she wasn’t sure she liked it either. But she couldn't really focus on it much she needed to keep from Abstracting. 

Ragatha feels the esophagus tighten even more around her, feeling like she’s being crushed. But soon she’s Squeezed into a small but more open space. The Stomach. She tries to sit up in the new environment as best she can. But she can't see anything, it's pitch black.

After a moment of just hearing Pomnis’ heartbeat and panicked breathing. Ragatha see’s a colorful abstracted eye appear across from her. After it looks around it locks onto her. She feels a chill go down her spine as it stares.

“R–RAGATHA? ARE YOU ALRIGHT?” Pomni says in her multiple voices. 

“W-why? Why would you do this?” Ragatha asks, fearful of the answer.

“KEEP SAFE,” is all Pomni says, as she starts wincing in pain. Ragatha knew that in this world the Stomach served no real purpose. But then why was that the first place Pomni thought to put her to keep her safe? 

“Hey, Pomni are you–” Ragatha is cut off by a particularly jerky motion as Pomni seems to have stood up very quickly. 

“What's happening?!” Pomni gave no response, just more wincing.

Pomni could barely hold it together as more of her became abstracted. Feeling more enraged at each passing second. ‘I have to keep it together’ she thought as she held an arm over her stomach. Able to feel every small movement Ragatha made inside her. I cant abstract what would happen to Ragatha if I did? Would it be like what happened to her with Kaufmo? But inside?

As Pomni thought more and more on what bad could happen if she did abstract. She started to notice the abstracted parts going away. Or at least shrinking somewhat. She kept thinking about it until it was only on the right side of her face. Though as she kept thinking on it she noticed the abstraction on the side of her face wouldn't go away. No matter how hard she tried. That’s when she finally heard Ragatha’s yelling. 

“Pomni, what's going on!? The eye that was in here is gone!” 

“Ragatha I somehow got most of the abstracted parts of me to go away!” Pomni noticed her voice was back to normal. Ragatha was silent, seeming to be in shock.

“Okay, that’s great, does that mean you could, you know, let me out?” Pomni then realizes that she probably should, as the moment ate Ragatha she wasn’t thinking clearly. 

“O-Of course!” Pomni says then only a second later realizing she’s not sure how to.

“Do I just like, gag myself or… what?” 

“I guess?” 

Pomni hesitantly sticks her fingers down her throat causing her to instinctively gag. She feels Ragatha’s weight travel up her throat and into her mouth. She quickly spits Ragatha out into her hands. She quivers at the session at first, before looking Ragatha over to make sure she’s okay.

Ragatha shivers at the sudden change of temperature. Then she looked up at Pomni to see half of her face was still abstracted.

“Pomni, your face…”

“Oh yeah I couldn’t get that to go away So i guess I’m stuck with it heh…” there’s an awkward pause at Pomni’s attempt to lighten the mood. 

“Can you see out of it?” Ragatha asks knowing it’s not a great question to ask right now.

“Yeah but everything looks weird. Like things look more saturated through it somehow.”  Ragatha looks away. 

“Maybe Caine could fix it?” 

“I don't know what if he puts me in the cellar anyway because of this?”

“Maybe he won't? I dont Know I’ve never seen this before… everyone I’ve seen begin abstraction didn’t come back from it,” there’s a long pause between them when the lights come on in the tent,

“Is it Morning already?!” Pomni yells, feeling dread fill in her chest. She almost thinks of eating Ragatha again to keep her safe When she hears the unmistakable sound of Caine popping into the tent. What she wasn't expecting was for him to be right in front of her face.

[whathedickens]

.......okay what now we have a kid

do we??

have we told oliver?

....is the kid okay??

[ he looks up at you with his big ol eyes . this kid hasnt got a clue whats going on ]

" whosh oliver ? "