#yaya — finally finished !

[blighted-elf]

Baldur’s Gate 2 is a 10/10 game

[squinch-depraved]

ted, cnc, but make it keeping reader stoned for freeuse purposes

do you see the vision?

you beautiful genius i see the vision and it is glorious - i hope our vision is the same because this was really fun... got rlly intense sooo yaya

CW: cnc, somno, free use, drugging someone, marijuana usage, she/her used, MDNFI

ted tossed your dab pen back to you after taking a long drag from it, pulling the smoke deep into his lungs and expelling it upwards with his head tilted back. you copied him, drawing a large cloud from the cart and hacking a few short coughs while he laughed at you.

"you're a bigger stoner than i am, how are you coughing from that?" he chuckled.

you whipped your head around to glare at him. "coughing isn't indicative of experience smoking, ted. i'm disappointed in you, you should know better." your voice was dry and matter-of-fact. "plus, i took a blinker and you didn't." you leaned back onto the couch and stared up at the ceiling, pen still clutched in your hand.

it was quiet for an unquantifiable stretch of time, distorted by the drugs you were sharing, until ted spoke. "you still down for our agreement?" his voice was quiet but hopeful.

your eyes opened (not that you had noticed they closed, you were so relaxed) and you thought back on the deal you made with him. you were only staying at his place for a long weekend, three nights and heading home monday. it was the second day, two more sleeps to go before you had to leave your boyfriend's safe haven of an apartment and head back to your chaotic life. ted had pleaded on discord calls between the two of you for weeks before you flew out to l.a., begging you to let him get you stoned beyond your usual limits and take advantage of you. the idea was actually very appealing, and the thought of what he would do to you fueled your late-night vibrator sessions whenever he couldn't be there in a call with you. you took another long hit off your pen and and spoke as you exhaled it.

"you have my full permission to do whatever you want to me teddy."

he grinned and shifted towards you slightly. "as much as i want? all day?"

you nodded and met his eyes. "all day."

he lunged at you, kissing you deeply before he made a noise and broke away to get up and walk to the kitchen.

"where're you going??" you whined, eyes glassy and hair tousled.

"bought you some edibles. i want you gone for me," his voice carried through the apartment.

"if you bring me a whole nerds rope, the agreement is off," you taunted.

he snorted and shuffled back to the couch, handing you a large, square gummy, and looked at you impatiently until you took it from him. "whole thing. eat it," he instructed.

"oh, my god, ted, this thing is huge! how much is this? am i gonna pass out?"

he rolled his eyes and sat down next to you, putting on a movie to watch while it kicked in. "it's from the dispensary down the street, and it's just a little bit more than the ones we usually take. you'll be fine," he replied, before mumbling a, "probably."

with a deep breath, you popped the square in your mouth, not realizing until you had swallowed it that you hadn't eaten at all for the day. oh well, you thought. i'm already in too deep. and so you surrendered to your high, trying your best to pay attention to the obscure film he put on to trip you out. when it finished, ted looked over at you as the credits rolled. your eyes were red and lidded, mouth hanging open in surprise at the ending as you slowly processed what you could. he smirked hungrily while he watched you for a second before reaching over and pulling your pants off, laying you on your back and pushing the stolen hoodie of his you were wearing up so he could see your breasts.

you mumbled something he couldn't understand as he eagerly stretched you on his fingers, bending your legs back so he had a better view of your dripping hole. "ted, teddy, ngh- fuck!" you mewled when he finally pressed his lips to your clit. he sucked at your sensitive nub, working and curling his fingers still while he sloppily ate you out. you glanced down at him and he shifted his eyes to look directly into yours, cutting right through you. a loud, drawn out moan tore from your lips as you laid your head back down, nearly covered by the wet sounds of ted making out with your pussy.

"ted, 's getting to be too much," you cried, your own words echoing in your ears as the room began spinning. he gave your ass a quick smack and started swirling his tongue faster, holding you down when you inevitably began to squirm. "i- i can't, please, teddy, i feel so much! can't handle it! please stop!"

you bucked your hips frantically, trying both to get away from his face and bring it impossibly closer. he moaned into your core and smacked you again, much harder this time. you screamed pitifully as you clenched your thighs around his head, crying out, "stop!! baby, please, i'm gonna.." you trailed off when you started seeing stars, only able to make nonsensical noises while tears flowed down your cheeks. you swore you felt him grin against you and prayed he would finally stop, but he just kept going.

you have no idea how long you laid there, being devoured by your boyfriend like that. your sense of time was beyond fucked, and all you could do was occasionally beg, "stop? please?" before getting slapped again. he was going to eat until he had his fill, and you were going to have to deal. when he finally pulled away, you looked down at him and your stomach flipped. his face was red, lips puffy and wet, stubble soaked by your essence, and his hazel eyes peered up, and then down at you as he sat up and wiped his face with his sleeve. your eyes flicked down to the tent in his pants, adorned by a dark wet spot right where his tip would be, and you blinked slowly before looking back up.

he handed you your pen from the table and said, "smoke more and take a nap. i gotta get some shit done but we're not finished here."

you sighed and obeyed, taking a hit to appease him before he walked away. you pulled a blanket over you, not bothering to put pants back on before curling up and dozing off. ted checked back in on you after cleaning up the mess he made in his pants, and, finding you sleeping peacefully, he got a few chores done around the apartment. he wanted to be sure you were really sleeping so your reaction to him taking you forcefully would be all the more adorable. the groggy expression on your face as you pleaded for him to stop, the futile struggle you would put up as he held you down- it was all going to make tonight worth the weeks he had to put up with between your visits.

it was late afternoon when you came to. orange light filtered through the blinds, and you were suddenly very cold. you turned your head to look at what was happening and found ted kneeling between your legs on the couch, pumping his cock in his hand before shoving your legs open wider. you were stupid from the weed; your eyes only widened a little bit when you realized what was happening.

"no! nonononono! ted! please, please don't," you stuttered, brain trying to keep up with the situation.

he simply grinned and hooked your legs over his shoulders, lining himself up with you and waiting for just a moment before he said, "'anything i want,' baby. you said. this is your fault." with that, he buried himself deep into you, savoring every second and gently pumping his hips.

after a minute, he started thrusting harder, chuckling breathlessly when you resumed begging him to stop. of course, he knew you'd use the safe word if you really needed him to stop. it was so like you to put on a show for him, you really were such a performative slut. or maybe you really didn't remember.

"god, baby, you're so weak under me! hate to think of what else i could do to ya without you bein' able to stop me," he growled, still grinning. "taste these, huh, baby?" he shoved his fingers in your mouth, pressing them onto your tongue and watching as tears filled your eyes yet again, and he relished in how pathetic you looked as he ruined you.

when you started gagging on his digits, he pulled them out and wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing lightly. "my pretty baby takes me sooo well, even when she doesn't want to," he continued, now pounding into you. all you could do was cry.

"y'know," he started with a laugh. "i really didn't think you'd be stupid enough to eat that whole gummy!" the sound of him smacking into you persisted as you slowly worked through what he said.

"wha?" you slurred, cockdrunk and higher than you had ever been.

"you just believed me so easily! one fourth-" he slammed deep into you, "- of that thing is what we usually have, but you just ate it all because i told you to." he leered down at you, continuing, "so trusting. so stupid. what if i wanted to hurt you, love? what if i used you until you were worthless and then kept going?"

you just sobbed. "and then i told you to smoke more, and you did! you stupid little slut! i bet you've never been this high, huh?" he was right in a way he couldn't imagine. you were floating, every inch of your skin tingling, and your core ached from overstimulation. you didn't think there was such a thing as too many orgasms, but here you were. your thoughts were a mess, the only thing in your mind was the name you were screaming: "teddy!!" over and over and over as you bawled, pounding your fist at his chest in a feeble attempt to stop him. but he persisted, railing you at an inhumane speed and reaching unexplored depths.

your only indication he was close was him gripping your throat far too tight, and you frantically grasped at his fingers while he jackhammered into you several final times before burying his shaft as far as it could go and cumming in you with a low, "fuuuck..."

the two of you kept your eyes locked until he caught his breath and removed his hand from your now slightly bruised throat. the sight snapped him out of his brutish state as he began to panic, kissing your neck softly and cooing about how sorry he was.

you just smiled and let your eyes fall closed, trusting him to take care of you after he had abused you so filthily.

[1nk13-bl1nk13]

Finally finished!!

Thank you whoever gave me this idea yaya

(As you can tell I don't know how to fill space 😭)

[inthelittlewood]

havent finished the vod from tonight yet so sorry if you've answeres this already but have all chapters of the vtuber lore so far had their name revealed yet? And if so what are they? I only remember Chapter 4 being the Fragment Wars

Yaya, here they are:

Chapter 1 - Memory Lane

Covering the events of EVO, watchers and listeners

Chapter 2 - Life

I think previously this was called 3rd Life in my doc as it was the start point, but it also goes on to detail the other life series up to Limited Life. I really should have a better / more angsty name for this chapter lol. Suggestions?

Chapter 3 - Into The Datastream

Obviously when the concept of Datastream Martyn is introduced

Chapter 4 - Fragment Wars

As I mentioned last night, Fragment Wars and Into The Datastream are happening in unison / parallel, so for a while I'd been considering it chapter 3-2

It may be worth settling on Limited Life's finale as being the trigger for Chapter 4 to have begun as it's the first time a link between the 2 stories is blatantly demonstrated

But again, Secret Life would then be considered to be happening alongside / within Chapter 4 too. It's hard to know how to label 2 stories under one arc that directly influence one another 😅 any advice actual authors?

[siasthoughts]

« INFORMATION GATHERING »

CONCEPT; YOU PAY AND ASK FOR A DIFFERENT TYPE OF INFORMATION FROM HIM.

TOPICS/CONTENTS; ONESHOT . DOM!F!READER . READER HAS EXPERIENCE . PORN W PLOT . BLOWJOB . BEGGING . PRAISING (M!RECEIVING) . MY FIRST FIC SO IT MIGHT BE BAD 😓

I INDICATED STAMPS WHERE THE GOOD STUFF STARTS IF YOU'RE ONLY IN FOR THAT LAWLSIES

WORD COUNT; 1.6K

you were new to this 'maga killing' job, and all you've been doing since you got hired was be some type of coffee woman, and doing office-like work. but yesterday, you finally got a call from yoki telling you that you got picked out for a job. so here you sat, on the couch within saragi's headquarters, waiting impatiently for the organization's information broker—tatsuomi ban.

you reached out to the folder filled with information, flipping pages and observing the papers. "do you take personal requests?" you ask, but without looking at him. your fingers continue to trace along the paper as you read and stored the contents of it in your head. "depends of what type of request that is, ma'am!" he enthusiastically answered, "i'll personally pay you, for a certain type of information about yourself."

his smile drops slightly out of confusion, but he quickly regains it as he decided to pry more into your 'request.' "what type of information would you like?" he questioned. and you finally look at him, simply signaling with making an 'o' with your index and thump and inserting your other index through. now it definitely woudn't be your first time doing this type of thing, but it's been quite a while, and you just wanted a little release.

tatsuomi's expression changes, his face now being mixed with shock and surprise. but it wasn't negative at all, in fact he was excited, especially to do it with such a pretty lady! "how much is the pay?" he voices with an interested tone. "what do you think of ¥170,000?" you ask, resting your back against the soft cushion of the sofa. his smile seemingly shines even brighter when he hears the price, such easy money for doing something so simple and pleasurable no? "i accept this request of yours! and i'll take ¥10,000 off for you, we can make it ¥160,000!" he offers, though he sounded a bit stingy, you nodded.

"when and where?" he grins,

"after i finish this mission, meet me back here at 8 in the evening." you respond sternly, propping your palms against your knees to help you stand up. "see you later." you do a small wave without looking back at him as you exit the room.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

8:21 PM

you sighed, walking into the building to be met with a now-calmed down restaurant. an energetic voice greets you, "oh hi! welcome back miss! do you wanna eat something or are you going straight to the office?" a girl with her hair styled in two buns—yaya—greets you. you sat down at one of the stools in front of the kitchen itself, "can i get a quick takeout of fried rice and chicken?", "oh of course!" she quickly responds.

"auntie! one fried rice with chicken for miss!" she continues as she shuffled to prepare the food, "also, there's this blonde man who came back just a few minutes ago asking if you're at the office..." your eyes flash toward her, "is he still there?" you ask calmly, "i mean, i think so. i didn't see him leave." she answers. "okay, i'll come back, and please add another order of the same thing, and make it dine-in thanks." she nods as you stand up to leave and go up to the second floor.

you creak the door open to see him sitting at the couch, soundly asleep with his head slumped down and arms crossed. you walked quietly toward him, crouching to get a better view of his face, though half of it is still covered with his hair, you tap at his knee softly. he woke up, slowly coming to. he realizes it's you and his smile quickly forms, "oh, you're finally here! so-" you cut him off, "let's go eat first, come down." you stand to go down, hearing his steps quickly follow behind.

"yaya, is our food done?" you enter the lively environment of the restaurant again, "yes! two fried rice with chicken, it's ready here!" she places a two plates on the bar and you insinuate him to sit by patting the stool beside yours as you sit down. you both start to eat your food in silence... before tatsuomi speaks up to ask, "so, where are we going after this?", "my place." you replied with a straightforward answer. the rest of the meal was a quiet one, the silence only filled with the mixed noises and talking by the other customers.

you finish your food and thank yaya and auntie, you stand to leave and tatsuomi follows you eagerly, walking by your side. "by the way, you'll get your pay beforehand, so don't worry." you elaborate, "okay! but how far is your place anyway?", "it's just down the street, over there, it's that building." you nod your head a bit to point towards the decent complex two buildings ahead. "alright!" he says with energy, and you guys walk in peace and quiet.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

9:02 - THE GOOD PART.

you're both now at your apartment. you take off your overcoat and throwing it over your couch. your apartment was a decent size, perfect for one person and easy to clean, it was cozy and minimalistic. he coos in awe as he looks around.

"come with me," you take your shoes off, putting it on the rack that sat next to your bedroom door as you entered, "lay down for me will you?" you softly instructed. you see him gulp as he slowly laid his back onto the soft mattress. "good, is this the first time you're doing it?" and he purses his lips together, seemingly taking it as an insult, "no, i've done it quite a few times in fact!" his voice now defensive. "then why do you look so nervous?" you trailed your fingers along his chest, making him quite breathless.

"i-it's just that a woman as beautiful as yourself initiated such things with me..." he pants, his chest rising and falling faster. "well thank you." your lips stretch into a small smile as you slowly undid his top, your skin grazing his hot flesh and making him let out a small groan. his hands claw at your sheets, "don't be so impatient now." you quietly laugh at his eagerness as he lets go of the fabric, and try to keep himself nice and composed. what is it that you have that's making him so crazy and sensitive? it's like each touch you have sends fire across his body.

"shh... be patient, tatsuomi..." you teased, your index and thumb now resting around his nipple, playing with it as you slowly licked around the other. you made sure to keep it painfully slow that it would only bring him ever only so close to his high, but fast enough that the tension will continue to increase. he whimpers as he covers his mouth with the back of his hand and his body writhes under you, begging for more. you now wrap your lips around his nipples, sucking softly, making even him a little louder than he was. "what's this..." you sneer, grinding your hips against his lower half and feeling something stiff form against your thigh.

he looks down toward his hardened cock, his hips twitching and grinding, satisfying himself with the very small friction through the clothes. "please, please, please..." he quietly begged like it was a chant, "now... who said you could do that?" you said condescendingly as you moved your lips up against his neck, biting on it lightly but hard enough to leave a slight mark on his tender skin. your palm slithers toward his wrist and keeps it pinned down, yet he pulls a futile attempt to wriggle out of your firm hold as you continued to abuse the flesh at his neck, making lewd noises spill from his mouth like honey.

"please-"

"please what?" you interrupt, "tell me what you want."

"touch me pretty please..." he said in defeat as he subconsciously beat himself against your clothed pussy.

"as you wish." you replied with a sinister voice.

your hands work their way to unzip his pants and you see the indention of his dick through his underwear, a small shock runs through you, but it was nothing but fuel for your arousal. you take the last layer of clothing off and his cock springs up as he lets out a relieved breath, his breath slowing down a bit now, and you didn't like how his adrenaline was going down. you frown, wrapping your hands around his hard-on. a whine escapes him as his back arches, you find this turning you on even more.

you open your mouth, positioning your lips above the head. you tease the tip with your tongue first, licking around it. his breath gets faster, his whines grow more breathless as his body starts to shakes under your touch. "does it really feel that good?" you jokingly ask before taking him into your mouth. his hips buck, causing his dick to go deeper down your throat, making you gag a bit. you frown at the feeling, but you look up at him and seeing him in such a state aroused you. his back arched, head thrown back and sensitivity across the roof.

you start to bob your head, letting his cock hit the back of your throat as you try to adapt to feeling. you feel his palm go to the back of your head, his hand shaking as he rests his fingers in your hair. "w-wait- i'm going to... i'm close...!" he whines out, his grip on your hair slightly tightening. he starts to thrust into your mouth, but you take him out of your mouth right before he hit his climax. "h-huh...? why-why'd you stop?" he pants in desperation. "i have a better plan." you smile with a sinful expression.

i got lazy so i'll leave the rest to your imagination 💀

[ddwcaph-game]

Hello everyone! The next update isn't close to being finished yet, since as usual I keep adding in new stuff, but before I respond to the asks for Roselyna's Matchmaking Service, I thought I'd update/recap everyone on all the big changes and new stuff that's coming:

New Nickname Changes/Options

MC's Pet Backstory

More Details about MC's Dad

Revamped Twin Fight Scene

New Secret About Julie & Maggie

JM's Mansion Sleepover Branch

Ancestry and Heritage Passives

Character Class, Trait, and Stat Adjustments

New Locket Stat and Intimidation Stat Rework

Missing Choices

Read below for more details:

New Nickname Changes/Options

You will now be able to change MC & Twin's nicknames anytime once you unlock the diary!

In addition, you will now also be able to choose/change the nickname you use for each F6E member (even if you aren't bestfriends), and change what you call Maggie/MC's Dad/Julie/Robert via the diary.

Speaking of nicknames, Wayne's diary entry will now mention that his middle name (and Mary's maiden name) is Hart! Of course, it's very much on brand for him to say that that's his middle name. 😄

MC's Pet Backstory

MC's pet will now have a prosthetic (I'm thinking one of their hind legs).

Okay, it's not an actual backstory, but this opens up new backstory opportunities (you'll know if you read IAC), about why Julie and Robert adopted them in the first place.

More Details about MC's Dad

In the next update, I will be updating the prologue to mention the job of MC's Dad, along with finally giving the option to choose where MC's Dad is from (if your MC is Half-Filipino).

Revamped Twin Fight Scene

I haven't actually played through DDWCaPH! since I finished Chapter 2, and when I finally did last month, I noticed a ton of typos, confusing lines, and awkward scenes, which I'll be working to address.

The twin fight scene in Chapter 1 is definitely a big offender, so I'll try to rewrite it so it has a bit more build up.

New Secret About Julie & Maggie

The last conversation you have with Paddy in Chapter 5 will have new details about Julie's laptop. Technically I've already kinda spoiled this secret before in one of the older versions, but here's a related hint featuring a new choice in Chapter 3:

I've also changed a few details in the conversation about how Tita Josie met Kuya Popoy, but you're not supposed to know that secret until Chapter 6 in the new branch. 😉 Speaking of...

JM's Mansion Sleepover Branch

Since I'll be skipping the Investigation Branch for now, I figured adding this branch is a good middle ground. It also lets me move the unfinished party conversation with Tita Steph/Yaya Connie/Kuya Popoy to that branch instead, since the party scene is overloaded already. Plus, it's also the only chance you'll have to visit his mansion.

Anyway, it looks like the majority want to have the sleepover at JM's instead! (Although I have a hunch that some of you are just more interested in having the chance to talk to B again 😛) I had a bit of trouble adapting some of the Chapter 6 scenes I've planned, but I figured it out eventually.

Ancestry and Heritage Passives

You will now be able to select your MC's Ancestry Trait regardless of your chosen favorite genre! You can check out this post for details about all the new passives.

Character Class, Trait, and Stat Adjustments

Character Class Buffs

Class Bonuses will be increased from 5/10/20% to 10/20/30% to make them more impactful. Class Passives will now also give +25/50/100% EXP from successful stat checks of the same stat as the Class Bonus (since the coding for it is already there).

Vocabulary Trait Changes

Someone pointed out that it's weird that inputting a custom swear word always censors it, so now I'm making it so that only the 🐤[Young at Heart] and 🐣[Child at Heart] Traits will censor your input and most of the swear words.

In addition, the above traits will now grant bonus EXP when increasing your Naive Personality, while the other two vocabulary traits 🦅[Mini-Adult] / 🦆[Childhood Graduate] will grant bonus EXP when increasing your Precocious Personality to make them a bit more immersive.

Gender Traits

As mentioned in the last poll, I was considering including the gender-related options (specifically Trans/Non-binary/Genderfluid/Questioning) to the list of Traits.

The majority seemed in agreement, so I'll go ahead with the change (unless someone has a good argument against it). I think adding it to the list of traits better communicates to the player that it's not just a cosmetic choice that gets forgotten.

Other Trait Adjustments

The 🥇[Top 5] and 🥈[Top 10] Trait Requirements have been lowered significantly (and now takes MC's Knowledge Stat into consideration). To make the EXP Penalty make more sense, it now only applies to EXP gained from Knowledge Stat checks.

This also applies to the 😎[Self-Confident] EXP Penalty (it now only applies to EXP gained from Charm Stat checks).

There are a bunch of other Trait adjustments, but these are the biggest ones.

New Locket Stat and Intimidation Stat Rework

Now that you've discovered one of your locket's powers, I've decided to add a new main stat alongside your HP. This will function like mana or energy in other games, and if you've read IAC, you probably have an idea of what this will be used for in the future. 😉

Your maximum HP will now also be increased to 1,000, and each point of Vigor will now increase it by 10. This was done to make chip damage (like being whacked with a stuffed toy) less threatening.

The Intimidation Stat will now be based on your Vigor Stat, and is increased by 50% of both of your Cold and Composed Personality Stats. Certain Traits/Passives will still increase/decrease Intimidation, but this makes the stat less dependent on your personality stats.

For example: A Tall MC with 30 Vigor, 70% Cold, and 50% Composed will have an Intimidation Stat of 54.

Missing Choices

This includes:

Valentine's Entry in Roselyna's Diary

Karaoke party scene with Paddy, Wayne, and Roselyna

Pinoy Henyo party scene with Lily, JM, Yaya Connie, Kuya Popoy, and Mayari

Sari-sari Store Trinket

Chapter 3 Bike Choice (This was already coded actually, I just forgot to make it selectable 😅)

The 3rd Phone Game (Honestly I procrastinated doing this one because I wanted to make the name different according to your favorite genre. Yup.)

I'm also aware that the background music isn't playing, so I'll try to fix that as well (no idea how that happened)

That's not everything in the next update, but yup, that's why it's taking so long again.

Feel free to ask me questions about the next update! I'm still currently deep in the coding mines, so apologies if it takes me a while to respond to the asks for Roselyna's Matchmaking Service!

[gettinshiggywithit]

!Highschool AU chuuya x reader whose best friend lied to them!

pairing:- chuuya x gn!reader

scenario:- chuuya comforts his s/o when they find out their best friend lied to them.

genre:-comfort/fluff

type:- oneshot A/N:- Hi hi!this is just a vent piece mostly but i hope its perhaps a little relatable? im tryna put some stuff out while i write the requests i have! so this is a few weeks old~

It was the day before your business studies exam and you’d scheduled a study session at your house with your best guy friend turned boyfriend;chuuya nakahara

(Also i hc him havin the subject combo of business studies,economics and physics)

Buddy was ready to get down to business! He’d bought along some of your favorite drinks and snacks and after saying hi to your parents,who absolutely adored him, he headed to your room.

He knocked on your door and was met with sniffles.

This set off sirens in his head but he thought he knew what the root cause of this could be.

He slowly opens to door and sets the snacks,drinks, and his notes down before joining you at your spot on the floor.

He wordlessly wraps you in a hug which startles you for a second before you realize its him.

But once you do,you pull him closer and it makes you cry just a little harder,your cries muffled by his hoodie.

He slowly begins to rub your back in an attempt to calm you down while whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

Once you calm down enough you look up at him and exhale.

“Sorry...”

“Nope. Dont be...now,you wanna talk about it?”

He always knew how to respond and it was honestly always such a relief.

You knew he’d never offer to help if he didnt want to and when he did he always meant it.(and he’d make a little mental note to be there for you no matter what,because you’d always done the same for him)

But once you nodded and opened your mouth to speak,the reasoning behind your current state wasn’t at all what he’d imagined.

“F/N lied...”

*insert confused gingi boi*

You noticed his look of confusion and began your explanation.

To be quite frank,Your best friend,whom youd known since elementary, had lied to you and it all seemed to be over a boy.

Chuuya was honestly dumbstruck.this was the girl who’d been there for you even before he knew you,

and she also happened to be the one who’d introduced the two of you...

And what was even stranger was how this seemed to uncharacteristic of her...she wasnt the type to go after boys and had always been focused on her studies.and the thing that kinda pissed chuuya off was that the boy in question wasn’t even that great a guy.he was a nice enough kid sure,but he wasn’t great...and certainly nowhere near her standard...

After you finished your explanation you looked to him for his verdict before saying your final statement,

“...and im not sure if im overreacting or not because sure its just a small thing but the fact is that she lied when id have been okay if she just told me the truth...i dont know Chuu....this all just hurts i guess...and this plus the paper tomorrow has me so fucking drained!”

You groaned in frustration and he saw this as his opening to step in.

“Okay first of all,it’s kinda messed up that she did that but have you tried talking to her?”

“No...I thought id just talk to her after exams were over,otherwise who knows maybe she’ll say the reason she got a B or a C was cos I started shit...”

“Okay yeah fair...but do you see yourself being friends with her after this? Especially if her justification is as shitty as what she did?”

“I dont know...the thing is she means so much to me...i trusted her and this is what she did??? I know ill never be able to trust her ag- actually who am I kidding im gonna trust her again and get hurt all over again....i dont know what to do ‘Yaya”

He nodded thoughtfully at that,the gears in his head turning as he tried to come up with the perfect solution.

He know you valued honesty and loyalty above all,it was one of the things you had in common and also one of the things that had made you as close as you were,so he knew this wouldnt be easy.because truthfully even he wouldnt have been able to deal with this and woulda probably turned to you for help...

“Okay then,try to focus on the exam,as best you can and talk to her after? I know its gonna hurt like a bitch but just try?”

“And ill be here okay?,” he said taking your hand in his, “no matter what.”

“Thanks chuuya...Youre probably the best thing that came from my friendship with her.” You said with a soft half-smile.

“Likewise.” He said returning the gesture.

You then looked back to the notes sprawled all around you.

“Fuxk...business tomorrow..”

“Mhmm...wanna start?”

“Dont really have a choice,” you wiped your tears and blew your nose on a tissue before saying, “lets do this!”

“Attagirl!” He said giving you a fist bump.

You studied well into the night and he stayed at your place.

And the next morning,you set off to the exam center hand in hand,giving eachother a single good luck kiss before making your way to your seats.

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[knullanon]

REDO: Symbiotes being assholes Part 2

yaya! I'm finally finished with this! I'm really tired rn and this week has been very hectic for me, so I'm happy that I was able ti finish it on time! I tried to base it around the work that I've done previously and stuff, so I hope you guys enjoy it :)

words: 4194 (not including the bonus at the end \^o^/)

warnings: kidnapping, arguing, yelling, blood, somebody dies, basically no privacy in the carnage household btw, lmk if I missed any!

summary: the aftermath of being taken once again has finally simmered down, and you live your life (mostly) peacefully.

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“________?”

You had opened your eyes, trying to see who was talking to you, but you only saw darkness. When you tried to respond, the only thing that came out was some kind of raspy breath. You internally cringed, but tried again, this time muttering out some gargled nonsense. 

“_____! My baby, you can hear me. Where are you?”

What? You couldn’t focus on anything, even the strange voice, and you covered your face with your arms. You could hear the voice say something else, something about where you were. But it was too late. Suddenly, everything around turned into nothing, and you felt yourself falling for a second, before “landing” on your bed. 

Your eyes shot open and you leaned on your elbow, trying to get rid of the dizziness in your head. What was that? Who was that?

“________, if you don’t open this damn door!”

Your mind suddenly remembered where you were, and you quickly jumped out of bed, ignoring your headache, and rushed to the door. You took off your makeshift ‘lock’ that was basically a bungee cord attached to your bedpost, before the door swung open, almost hitting you. 

Cletus stormed into the room, obviously very upset. “What the hell were you doing in here?” You wanted to roll your eyes. He took you, and now you’re expected to just do whatever he says? “I was having a bad dream. Couldn’t wake up.” He gave you a look, and you reiterated, “I’m serious! I couldn’t hear you!”

He gave you another look, before asking, “Are you sure that you weren’t just ignoring me?” You knew he was going to go this route. He had… control issues. Ever since you got here, it was not what you couldn’t do, it was what you could do. You could walk anywhere you wanted in the house, except the front room. You could watch TV anytime you wanted, or play any of the games that were there from the previous owners. Anything else was either off limits, or he needed to be with you to do so. 

“I’m not ignoring you, I swear. I didn’t know you were at the door, if I did I would’ve answered it.” You tried to plead with him, knowing that he would get angrier if you just argued with him. “Even if you were asleep, what’s with the lock? Do you not trust us?” He held the cord in his hand, letting it hang loosely from it. You shook your head, “I just want some privacy… Like, what if you had walked in on me when I was changing?”

He scoffed, and walked over to your bedpost, where the other end of the bungee cord was attached. He lifted it up, pulling it out from underneath. He dropped the bed with a loud bang. “Oh, don’t give me that. I knock, you know.” He wrapped the cord around his arm, before he pulled it off and began to walk back to the door. 

“I made you breakfast. If you don’t want it to get cold, you should put on a robe and come out.”

He closed the door, and left you to get ready, and let your thoughts simmer. You were angry. Not to the point you would show it, but more rather your mind was making fantasy arguments with itself. 

He can’t take it! It was ours, we made it ourselves! He’s violating our privacy! We just want some peace once in a while, is that too hard to ask?

You knew that making these little scenarios in your head wouldn’t help with your mood, so you tried to drop it. Instead, you wondered what you could do that day. You could clean up around the house a bit, or you could try to convince him again to let you cook something, maybe a small snack. 

Maybe you could even talk him into letting you outside. 

You took back the thought as soon as your mind brought it up. There was no way in hell he would ever let you outside, even with his supervision. He had too many people looking for him, too many people who would have no problems hurting you either. Of course, this is what he told you. You knew that he didn’t want you outside in case you tried to call for help or anything similar to it, but it still made you pissed that you were in the same situation as you were when you were with Eddie. 

Putting on your slippers, you quickly rushed out the door, not wanting to make him any more mad than he already was. 

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The food Cletus had given you was good, you had to admit. You knew it wasn’t him who had cooked it, as he had stated he couldn’t cook very well, but probably Carnage, his own symbiote. You picked at the hashbrowns he had given you, not really eating, but also making it seem like you weren’t spacing out. Since Carnage had heightened senses that also passed to Cletus, it was hard for them to miss something about you. It reminded you of Venom, in a way.

Both Venom and Carnage were both extremely similar, both being symbiotes, having pretty much the same abilities, but that's really where their similarities ended. 

While Venom was much more patient and usually let you be in peace, Carnage was impatient and was even more controlling than Cletus. Carnage would sometimes just sit on his shoulder, and whisper into Cletus’ ear, telling him what he should do, what he should say. Sometimes, if you listened carefully you could hear it tell him random little things.

Carnage was also very much more present than Venom was. While you had assumed Venom just didn’t make himself appear because he thought you would be scared of him, Carnage had no such worries. They would sometimes just take over and talk to you randomly, usually about what you were doing or what you wanted to do. At the beginning, when you would try to argue with Cletus, they would take over and make you submit through sheer size, and lock you in your room using a chair. They wouldn’t let you out unless you apologized to both of them.

“Are you going to eat, or are you going to pout over your little lock?” 

You looked over, seeing that carnage was making more food, probably for you. You turned back to your own plate, and continued to eat your food. You heard a little ‘hmm’ from Carnage before they continued to make whatever they was making. 

Looking around, you saw the remote sitting on the other side of the table. You reached over the table, trying to grab it, but to no avail. You were about to get up to grab it, when it was taken from your sight. Carnage raised it above your hand, asking, “You could’ve asked us, you know.”

You shrugged. “You are busy making yourself breakfast.” Carnage rolled their eyes at that. “I’m making all this food for you, and all you can do is still be mad about that stupid lock. You know, we take care of you for free, and you treat us like this, all the time, every day.”

They walked back over to the stove, and grabbed the pan they were using. “Here, I hope this makes your attitude better.” They tilted it to your place, and a pancake slid off onto it. They walked back to the stove, putting the pan down, and pouring more of the mixture onto it.

You knew that they wouldn’t give you back the remote unless you apologized, so you quietly muttered, “I’m sorry.”

They stopped and turned around, still holding the remote. “What did you say?”

Trying not to grit your teeth, you said, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

Just get it over with, _____, it won’t help for you to be petty. “I’m sorry for putting a lock on my door without asking you first.”

They smiled, their teeth gleaming in the light. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? Apology accepted.”

They handed you the remote, before they turned back to the stove. You faced the TV, turning it on to the first channel.

“-and tonight, we have news on the supervillain Doctor Octopus, who was defeated with combined efforts, both Spiderman and Venom bringing him down. While Spideman was present after the attack for questions and the police, Venom quickly disappeared and officials are asking for any info on him to be reported to the police, or call this number-”

“Change it!” You didn’t think twice, changing it to the next channel. Another news program, this time showing some weather report on the city. You heard them grumble something, before Carnage said, “Better.”

That was another thing you had noticed from both Eddie and Venom, along with Cletus and Carnage. They both hated each other. While you weren’t aware of Carnage when you were with Eddie, you sure knew about their hatred towards each other when you were with Cletus and Carnage. They had told you their origin story about how Carnage was left behind by Venom and Eddie, and how Cletus had found them all alone, and they had joined together. You weren’t sure if it was true, but you were sure of their rivalry to each other.

However, it was also strange to see Eddie and Venom work so closely with Spiderman. You remembered Venom saying something about him, how he didn't know what he was doing. 

Suddenly, Carnage dropped another pancake on your plate, before they started putting all the dishes in the sink. When they was done, he turned back to you, asking, “Could you clean the dishes today, _____?"

You nodded, and they gave a small pat on the head. Carnage dissapeared, going under Cletus's skin. Cletus walked towards the coat rack, and grabbed his usual jacket. “We’ll be back, don’t worry: if you need any food, there’s snacks in the cupboards. Don’t use the stove or oven, you might burn yourself.”

With that, they walked to the door. “We’ll be back in a few hours!”

“Bye.” You said, more to yourself. When you heard the last click of the locks, you let out a sigh you didn’t realize you were holding. You finished your plate, and put it with the rest of the dishes, before you went to get ready.

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He sat on his throne, angry, frustrated… a little fearful.

His baby was on some planet, with someone who was a known killer! He had no idea if they were alive, or if they were hurt, and the worst part was that no one could give him any damn answers. 

He looked down at the photo he had of you. It wasn’t even a good one, solely of your face. It was blurry, but he knew what he saw. His baby.

He placed the photo down in his lap, before he quickly summoned one of his guards. “Get ready.” He stood up, walking down the stairs from his throne. 

“Today is the day we will return to Earth, and take back what is ours.”

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You knew something was up when Cletus came back earlier than expected. He had come back from his usual afternoon outing with groceries and the like, to tell you he hadn’t eaten anything all day (meaning he hadn’t eaten anyone that day). So he left again, making you your favorite sandwiches. He had promised you that he would make the both of you some pasta when he got back. So when he came back 3 hours early, and was an absolute mess, you knew something was wrong.

He was mindlessly putting things into different bags, and grabbing random things only to move them somewhere else. Carnage was on his shoulder, whispering things into his ear. He was muttering things back to them, still moving things frantically into bags.

You tried to talk to him, “Cletus, is something up?”

He had turned to you, saying, “Pack a bag or two. We’re leaving.” 

“What? Why?” You walked up to him, trying to see what Carnage was saying to him. You listened closely, “he’s coming here, they told us he was here, I don't care if it might be a fake, he is not someone to be messed with-"

He turned to face you, and you realized he looked like hadn’t slept in a week. You straightened your posture, trying not to act like you were just eavesdropping. “Pack a bag or two. We are leaving tonight, around 8 or 9. Sooner the better.”

You wanted to say something else, but he went back to packing. So you decided fuck it, if he wants to move so bad, they can. 

You grabbed the biggest bag you could find, and started picking clothes and belongings to bring with you.

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The road was bumpy, and certainly not comfortable when you were trying to sleep. It was obvious that neither Cletus or Carnage wanted to see anyone during this trip, so they decided to go on the backroads, ones where you might see one or two other cars the whole way down. It also helped that it was nighttime, and there was barely any light to see in front of you, so even if there was someone else, they wouldn't really notice either of you, and just think of you as another car.

The whole time, Cletus was focused on the road. Carnage wasn’t even on his shoulder like they usually would. The whole time it was simply silence from the both of you. You didn’t know what Cletus was planning on doing, or if he even had a plan.

He was worried about something. You’ve never really seen him worried like this. Sure, he could get antsy or anxious when something was about to happen, but he was never actually fearful of anything. But you couldn’t tell from what, either. 

It might be the police. It might be someone who is after him. It might be Eddie and Venom. The thought of them suddenly brought you back to them, to the times you had shared with them. You could remember them arguing over something minimal while you ate whatever they had made for you that morning, listening to them bicker and sometimes silently laughing at their antics. 

It made you… sad. Not much. But just enough where your mood was brought down a little. Apparently, it was very noticeable to them.

“What are you frowning at? Don’t tell me you were attached to that place.” 

You looked out the window, trying to see if there was any light at all from the empty valley road you were driving on. “I’m not mad.”

He scoffed, “Well, something’s bothering you. What is it?”

You knew he wouldn’t be happy if he knew your real reason, so you quickly thought of something else that wouldn’t piss them off immediately. 

“Why are you so stressed?”

“About what?”

“This whole thing. Is someone after you?”

As soon as you said it, you knew you messed up from the simple shift in tone of the conversation. Cletus didn’t answer for a few seconds, opening his mouth and closing it again. Before you could ask him anything else, he said, “There… is something after us, yes.”

You turned to look at him, and you could see he was trying to avoid your gaze. You took the hint and turned back towards the road. “Do you know who?”

Cletus rolled his shoulders, and it was obvious he was extremely tired or strained.

“I do. It’s not someone who’s easy to avoid.”

The road was becoming less rough and janky. You realized that you were on a highway, the nearby areas completely flat, with some rock formations here and there. It was a stark contrast to the forests you had seen on the way there.

“Where are we going, anyway?” Deciding to move on, you realized that making him talk about it would make things worse. You could at least try to find out everything else.

“Other side of the country. I know a safe house. Not really a house, but Carnage says it's still there.” 

You didn’t realize that you were going to be so far from home. You tried to remember your family, your real family. There were bits and pieces, but in the months that you’ve been gone, it was harder to remember anything about your family. In fact, you’ve barely thought about them. It made you wonder if they even remembered you at all. Were they still looking for you? Did they even care at this point? 

“Get some sleep: It’s almost one in the morning. I’ll wake you up when I find a place to rest.”

Looking around and realizing that there probably wasn’t going to be anything for miles, you closed your eyes and slowly fell asleep.

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When you woke up, there was blood over the windshield. That got you up pretty fast. You turned to ask what happened, but Cletus nor Carnage wasn’t there. You peeked out from the window, and saw that he was over someone, probably dead already, and he was eating them. 

You pulled yourself back down, and sighed. You wanted to just fall back asleep, but you realized that you had to go to the bathroom. While your mind was just telling you to ignore it, you saw that there was a bathroom in view, just a few meters away from where the truck was parked. 

Fuck it, you thought. There wouldn’t be a spot to stop at for a while, right? You opened the door slowly, hoping he wouldn’t hear you. Unfortunately, he did.

He turned towards you just as you hopped out and quietly closed the door. You both stared at each other for a second, before he said, “Let me just finish this and we’ll take a break at this place. There are snacks in that store behind you. Grab whatever.”

You nodded, and he went back to his meal. While he was busy, you went to the bathroom and did your business. 

When you got out, he was still eating, so you decided to explore the place a bit. You were quick to realize that it was someone's little shop, with 2 gas pumps out next to it. The store was quiet, and you put two and two together to realize that the guy he was eating was the one who probably worked there. That didn’t stop you from taking a few snacks and drinks. You knew that you would be hungry, if you weren’t just sick from watching some guy get eaten. 

When you walked outside, Cletus was dragging the body away, probably behind the store to hide, leaving behind a very prominent trail of blood. You ignored him, and walked towards the truck to put the items in the back seat. Organizing them so they wouldn’t fall, and so that they would be easy to grab if you needed anything, you leaned back to make sure everything was ok. You felt thirsty, and looked at the food to see if you had gotten any water, but you realized you didn’t grab any. Groaning, you closed the door and walked back to the store. Cletus was still hiding the body, you would’ve presumed, as he wasn’t back from hiding it. 

You walked around the store, trying to find where they put the water, when you heard something outside. You looked over the stands, trying to see if anything was outside or if Cletus was just messing with you. But there was nothing. You continued looking, thinking it was just the wind or some animal. When you found a few bottles of them, you grabbed some and walked to the door.

When you reached the truck, you opened the back door again, and threw the bottles into it, and closed the door. You heard someone behind you, and you turned to ask Cletus if he was done. 

“Are you done with your m-”

The first thing that gave away that it wasn’t Carnage or Cletus was the pure height of the person. They had to be at least 8 feet tall, if not more. They were huge in comparison to you. You backed away, hitting the door of the truck as you slid around it, trying to get as much space between you and whoever this was. 

They didn’t seem to care, as they moved with you, around the truck and then behind it. You turned, trying to sprint away, but you yelped when you were suddenly pulled off the ground and into the air. You kicked your legs behind you, knowing it was them who had you, but it was no use.

Suddenly, you were dropped right back onto the concrete, and landed right on your nose. As soon as you hit the ground, you heard a crunch, and you were able to tell that your nose was broken after a few seconds. For a minute, you didn’t do anything, your mind still reeling being dropped a few feet face first, along with the upcoming pain of your nose. However, the noise of a fight made you roll over onto your back and lift your head up to see Carnage and the stranger having their own little fight.

Your eyes widened, seeing how effortlessly he was just batting Carnage away with his hand. Everytime Carnage would try to strike, or even just go near them, the attacker would just swat him down and away. It was like some game to him: it would’ve been amusing to watch had you not been terrified.

Carnage, on the other hand, seemed enraged. Like whoever it was, had pissed him off so much that he didn’t even care about you at that moment, and all he wanted to do was kill them. You could even hear Cletus every time he yelled or screamed, meaning that even he was irate about whoever it was as well.

However, it seemed that even the man, as you had figured out by then, was getting bored of his attacks. His movements seemed to be more lazy and disinterested: he was irritated. 

Suddenly, he grabbed Carnage by the neck, like he did with you, however much more aggressively. Carnage started to kick and bat his arms around, almost trying to scratch the stranger's face. 

“I am done with this childish game, Carnage.” They said it with such annoyance and malice that even you winced at their tone. They moved him to the side, just for a moment, before they threw him away, at least a few couple meters away. Carnage was thrown so far away, that you couldn’t even see them through the darkness. 

You lifted yourself up onto your arms, going to see what the hell happened to him, when you realized that your sudden movement attracted the attention of him. 

“Oh, fuck.” you quickly tried to scurry away, looking around for places to hide. Before you could even think of the best place, you were picked up (again) by the man. He cradled you like you would break at any moment. You tried to say something, but he shushed you. 

“It’s ok, my dear.” he whispered, trying to soothe you. You didn’t listen to him, instead kicking and trying to push away from him. You saw his smile falter, but only a little. 

He began to walk away, carrying you towards the woods, opposite of where Cletus and Carnage were. You realized what was going on, and you were starting to panic. You started to scream, but he placed his hand over your mouth, and rubbed your cheek with his thumb. 

“Oh, don’t cry _____, I promise that we’ll be home soon enough-”

The sound of an agonized, irate scream broke his sentence. The man rolled his eyes, and turned around. Carnage was there, his own ‘skin’ falling down from his face, revealing Cletus underneath, who seemed to be passed out.

“Give them back!” Carnage trudged along, and it was obvious something was wrong with their legs. Looking at it further, it seemed to be the knee bending inwards. Even still, they continued on with, stumbling towards the both of you. 

With a scoff, the man raised his hand. “Rumble. Deal with them.” he began to turn, just as carnage was getting ready to strike. However, that moment never came. A blur of purple and orange appeared, slamming Carnage into the store through the window, a loud burst of shattering glass being thrown everywhere, including towards you. 

You raised your hands, bracing for the tiny little pieces to hit you, when you felt the hand be removed from your mouth. You opened your eyes, realizing that the man was shielding you from the glass. He wasted no time, either, turning back around to the woods. 

As he walked away from the brutal carnage (heh) behind you, he looked down at you with such adornment and endearment that you almost thought that he was out of it.

“My name is Knull, little one. And you are my child.”

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BONUS:

Eddie leaned against the car door, already pissed that he had to wait. He knew that he was a kid, and that his symbiote wasn't even really grown, but he didn't know them very well. For all he knew, it could be some ploy by Carnage and Cletus themselves.

Give it time, Eddie. He might still show. He could already hear Venom sympathizing with them. "I know, I know. Just tired."

Right before he decided to just get in and drive away, he heard a small thump from behind him. He turned his head, and saw him. He was wearing a hoodie, and almost ran towards Eddie.

"Where the hell were you?" He scoffed, not wasting any time. He got in the drivers seat, while the kid got into the passenger.

"Hey, do you know how hard it is to sneak out when your parents are watching you like a hawk? Besides, I got some info."

As he started to drive, Eddie quickly asked, "What kind of info, trustworthy?"

The kid sighed, before saying, "I know you don't trust me very well because of the whole 'spawn of carnage' deal, but I don't like him any more than you do."

Listen to him! Even his own, uh, child doesn't want to follow him!

Eddie sighed, knowing that he was wrong. "Ok. I understand." he leaned in closer, making sure that the kid knew he heard him. "But if I find out your lying to me, it's over for you."

He could hear Venom berating him, but he quickly became quiet when the kid responded, "Hey, that's a deal. Besides, if anyone's gonna kill him..."

His hand morphed into something red and black, shifting into the symbiote before shifting back into a human.

"It's gonna be me and Toxin."

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I did it! happy christmas to those who celebrate! and yes, one of the main reasons I decided to rewrite this whole series was because I wanted to include a lot more symbiotes that would make their own part and plays!

also, personally I think Carnage is portrayed more in a feminine way, so originally I gave the she/her pronouns but I looked it up and it was 50/50 so I decided to just change them to they/them, so whatever you view them as can be portrayed here!

love you all sm, thank you for such a great year, and for being so patient with me! I love, love all of you so much o(*￣▽￣*)ブ

[bunni-v1]

Cureé

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🍓Finally I finished and edited chapter 6!!! Yaya!!! Ugh this took too long. I have zero time to get anything done, I apologize. I'm typing this up during class rn so I hope I don't fuck up and miss anything.

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You gave Leona and Riddle a half-assed excuse, ‘so very tired’, and neither of them is bothered to protest. Riddle does insist on walking you back, but you manage to weasel your way out of that with a few well-placed lies. You sneak your way to a little nook hidden behind some pretty maple trees in the garden.

You and your brother used to retreat here when you wanted to hide away from the scary governmental figures or simply didn’t want to be bothered. Your mother would always come to find you and hide away until your father scolded all three of you for messing around too much. You press your fingers against a loose stone, and it pops out clean and easy. It reveals a small hole within the castle wall, one that your mother had used to store her hunting gear.

It wasn’t exactly a secret, not to your family at least, but it was good for keeping important things concealed. Your brother had stopped coming here when your parents passed, leaving it to be yours and yours alone. Not that you had much use for it anymore either, until now. You’d hidden that pretty staff in there a few days ago along with the bow Epel had gifted you, and your warmest cloak. You pull the items out, appreciating each for a moment, then begin work on your god-awful dress.

First, the ruffly, pastry-esque dress, which comes off easily. The sleeves give you trouble, but not nearly as much as the corset that is suffocating your ribcage. It takes you a few miserable tries to get the knotted bow undone on the wretched thing, but once you do you feel your midsection deflate. Goodness your ribs hurt, you don’t get how your brother does this every day.

The extra petticoat and crinoline are easy, and all that is left is a newly fitted pair of pants and a loose poet shirt with the sleeves cut off. Not the best for hunting, but… you weren’t hunting, so it would work. It was better than the dress.

You fight the dress into the little hole, and with the patience of a saint, you carefully slide the stone back into its place. On the fourth try. Still, it's done, so you give yourself a pat on the back and arrange your other items comfortably across your body. As you emerge from the trees, you peek at the clock. Luckily, it's only half past midnight, but… you are still late. Hopefully, Rook would be kind enough to dismiss your transgression. 

You had no way to let him know you had other things going on tonight, but you were a princess so it should be obvious.

You tip-toe across the palace ground, narrowly dodging a few rotating guards, and finally, you are at your meeting spot. Before Rook, unless he gave up waiting for you. You scoff, what a silly idea. He’s too much of an oddball to give up after a bit of waiting.

This exit is the closest to the forest. It's the same one you and Epel used the night everything got all… messed up. You frown at the vast expanse of trees in front of you. They used to be so inviting – a symbol of freedom. Now they were so scary. There was so much uncertainty surrounding the thing you’d seen in there, and now all you felt when you looked into their branches was confusion. 

You’d never gotten lost in that forest, but boy did you feel like you were now.

You bite the inside of your cheek, looking down at the staff in your hand. You still weren’t sure if this was a good idea, honestly, you doubted it was. Despite the adamant support of your friends and the small leads you’d gotten that motivated you, there was a fear that this was not the right path. If you hadn’t gone into the forest that night, you would’ve remained none-the-wiser about all of this. Vil probably would’ve solved it by himself, albeit probably very underhandedly, and you would be happy. At least… you think you would be.

Something settles on your head, making you jump. You look up to an arm and follow it back to the sly smile that does something unfair to your heart. 

“Pourquoi si triste?” You tilt your head a little, and he steps closer, “Your heart is aching, I can see it in your eyes. What is worrying you so?”

“Not even hello?” you try to joke, but his everpresent smile doesn’t let up, “I’ve never disobeyed my brother like this. Not to this extent. What if I’m doing the wrong thing?”

He ‘tsks’ at you, like you’re a child, wagging his finger disapprovingly, “That’s not an attitude to have, Amour.”

“Could you at least try and see it from my perspective?” You plead, “I’ve spent my whole life doing as I was told, and this is scary.”

He grins at your words, it is somehow still reassuring, “Fear is what makes us grow. Fear brings about much needed change. La peur est le pouvoir.”

“Oh.” You couldn’t argue with that.

He nods his head further from the exit, taking your hands in his and leading you away into the forest. You feel a bit like Romeo and Juliet, though, contextually this is quite different. Still, you are forbidden lovers (could you call him your lover?) sneaking away in the dead of night. You do hope neither of you die tragically, though.

His sharp green eyes, which should be dangerous, ground you from any fear you’d been having about the trees. His hands a physical tether to reality so you do not lose yourself to your overwhelming thoughts. Before you know it, the two of you are at a small clearing, different from the one you and Epel usually use. This one is significantly more oblong and more untouched by mankind.

“So. Magic.” You say after gathering your bearings.

“Yes,” he responds cheerily, “before we begin, have you ever performed any spells at all? Even if it was something small like a levitation spell.”

You nod, “I don’t remember what I was being taught, but I think I used to be able to do very basic spells.”

“May I ask how old you were?” He continues.

“I think… six? Maybe seven?” You answer honestly.

“A very long time,” he hums, “you’ve forgotten most of what you’ve learned.”

“All.” You correct with a laugh. “Sorry, you’ll have to be patient with me.”

He eyes you, and you can’t tell what he’s thinking, but you know it must be mischievous by his response. “More time together, ma belle.”

You manage to fight back the flush that takes over your face and wave your wand menacingly in his direction, forcing the distance you need to calm down. He holds his hands up in defense, still smiling. He was always smiling.

“You brought your staff,” he hums approvingly as if he hadn’t told you to bring it.

“I need it, do I not?” You probe.

“Not necessarily,” he admits with a shake of his head, “performing magic works with or without the wand, but many magicians find it easier to do their jobs when channeling magic through the gems.”

You blink. The gem? You thought all of those were decorative. However, there would be no reason for all wands and staves to have them if that were the case. Still, if it were just the gems, why did you see so many wands and not nearly as many accessories with the gems at the centerpiece? It would be far more efficient, and significantly more pretty. Not to mention easy to hide.

“Think of it like fire,” he continues, “Fire needs a second source to grow strong. It cannot spread unless there is something for it to feed off. In this case, magic is the fire and the gem is the fuel.”

“If that's the case, then how are we able to perform magic without the gem,” you question, face scrunching up in scrutiny.

He finds it cute, judging from his laugh, and explains, “The gem acts as a fuel and a filter. It creates a more steady, controllable stream of magic that's stronger than that created with the bare hands.”

“Like… using a magnifying glass to bend the sunlight?” You try, smiling when he nods approvingly.

“Exactly like that,” he pats your head, and you press him away again with the pointed end of your staff, “Outil. Something we use to make things easier on ourselves.”

It makes sense that even something as fantastical as magic has rules and boundaries. While it is, quite literally, something that is wild it is natural in this world. As a natural product of your world, it must also follow the logic that Twisted Wonderland has pre-established. Magic is not some distant, terrible thing that intends to harm you. It is a discipline, just like history or horse riding.

“So, where do we begin,” you ask, staring at the gem cradled so carefully in the cat's paws, “Is it something we have to build up for?”

“We will start with what feels right,” you cock an eyebrow at him, crossing your arms unimpressed, but he doubles down, “Somethings are easy for some people but difficult for others. Magic is all about doing what feels best for you.”

You flex your jaw as you think, “Like… how some hunters prefer newer guns or crossbows, but others prefer longbows?”

“Precisely, you are very good with analogies, Princess.” He compliments sweet as honey.

“I read a lot. Anyway, how about… a light spell? That seems like a simple one.” 

He hums, moving to position himself behind you. He is somehow warmer than Riddle was, possibly because of the cloak, and significantly larger. He easily rests his chin atop your shoulder as he guides the hand with the staff up and out a few feet away from you.

“Visualize the light coming from the staff,” he commands.

You do as he says, closing your eyes and trying your best to visualize the light in your mind. You can see it, the gem sparkling, and then white light glimmering from between the cat's paws, illuminating the area. You pry open an eye, and there is no light, just your staff pointing up at the sky uselessly.

You nearly give up, but Rook wraps his hand around yours and gives it three gentle taps. You glance up at him, then look back in determination. Maybe closing your eyes wasn’t the call. You muster up the mental image in your head, glaring hard at the gem. There is a tingle in your fingertips after a long moment, and then the tiniest glimmer of light shines.

It’s not even enough to illuminate the area, only the little cat itself, but pride still swells in your chest. You did it. You can do magic. Rook’s arms wrap around you to clap, jovially singing praises. A bit of an overreaction, but you appreciate it nonetheless. 

“It was hardly a spark,” you scoff, despite how excited you are.

“Most beginners can hardly handle that! You did it in one try. You’re a natural.” He’s practically serenading you, not that you’re complaining.

You have to shove yourself out of his arms, which are so firmly holding you in place against his chest, to properly ready yourself again. One success doesn’t mean anything in the long term, but it does help get your hopes up.

“Again,” you say, leaving no room for argument.

·┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆·

You stay in the forest for another two hours, repeatedly practicing that light spell until you can both consistently use it and the light is bright enough to guide you through the dark. You can only do the ladder one out of five tries, but it’s still progress! 

By the time Rook is guiding you out of the forest and up to your room, you are too tired to think. Who knew magic was so… draining? It was like any other use of energy, you supposed, but this felt a bit extreme. You were practically being carried by the sly huntsman up the stony stairs of the castle, not that you had any protests.

He was slick enough to get both of you around without raising alarms, and even if you were caught he could come up with several excuses with that silver tongue of his. Goodness, you really should not trust him, should you?

“Ma Cher, are you alright?” He asks though it's very obvious you are not.

Still, you humor him with a smile, “I am very tired. I did not expect that to take so much energy.”

“Poor thing…” he coos, “allow me to help you.”

You go to question, but he’s already slid his arms under your legs, carrying you princess style. You let out a little yelp, which he hushes with a tap on your thigh. If anyone were to pass by now, it would look like the princess is being kidnapped by a wannabe Robinhood. 

“Better?” He asks with all the enthusiasm of a puppy.

You don’t have the energy left to bicker at him, so you sigh, “Much. Thank you, Rook.”

He quietly takes you to the window below your bedroom, the pretty Wisteria climbing up your Trellis a welcoming sight. You had chosen them with your father years ago at the market, and they had been just what you needed to pretty up your favorite spot in the castle. It’s too bad he never got to see them reach the top, he would’ve loved them. Your aching bones are crying for the comfort of your bed, which is so close, but still so far. Just one climb away, but you doubt you could will yourself to do such a thing right now.

You look up to Rook, tilting your head a little, “You don’t mean to make me climb that, do you.”

He smirks, “Of course not. Not in your state. I will climb for the both of us.”

“What.” You say, more of a statement than a question.

Surely he did not mean to tell you he was going to climb up with one free hand. Could he even do such a thing with a person in his arms? You squeak as he adjusts you to be thrown over his shoulder, one arm firmly gripping your legs, and the other climbing up to your balcony. As the ground got further and further away, you became more and more religious, praying that the Seven might have mercy on your weak little heart.

You are jostled and jolted around with each vault up the Trellis, but make it up in one piece. Your heart may have stopped a few times though. When he sets you down inside your room, you place your hand over it and sigh when you feel its thrum against your hand. Calm now, you fixate a glare on him.

“You have no manners,” you scold, arms crossed.

He moves across the room, to your closet, and begins to examine your many nightgowns while ignoring you, “You have many dresses.”

“I’m a princess,” you say as if it was obvious, which it was, “That’s our whole thing.”

He pulls a two set of silken pajamas, your favorite set, out, “You don’t seem to like them much.”

You take the pajamas out of his hands, shove him out, and begin to change. “I do not. Not much, at least.”

“You look beautiful in them,” he compliments, “but you are at your best in your hunting gear.”

You think he means it as a compliment, and you’re not exactly sure what he’s complimenting, but it flatters you regardless, “Thank you. I think so too.”

You smooth over the cool fabric of the pajamas, smiling to yourself. Now these made you feel pretty. They weren’t form fitting, but they weren’t too loose. You felt good, and you felt like you looked good in them. How Rook managed to pick these out was a mystery, but you stepped out and gave him a little spin.

“How do I look in these?” You giggle, facing him.

A wide, almost glowing grin lights up his face, “Magnifique!”

Heat rushes up your face, and you cannot hide your embarrassment, but that doesn’t bother you as much as it should. “Do you like silk, Rook?”

“I do,” he affirms, following you with his eyes as you settle on your bed, “it’s a beautiful fabric. Soft and shimmering.”

“I feel the same way. It makes me feel pretty when I wear it, which is what clothing is meant to do.” You admit, “I wish I could feel this way wearing everything.”

“You are beautiful wearing everything,” he defends as if second nature.

“And you are a flirt,” you laugh, pressing into the plush of your pillows and closing your eyes, “a shameless, strange, admittedly very charming flirt.”

You feel him sit on the opposite of the bed, and you don’t have to see to know he is watching you. The way the hair prickles on the back of your neck is sign enough. This time, though, you do not feel like prey being stalked at dinner. This is… comforting. Like being watched by a guardian angel.

His gentle hands tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, the leather of his gloves rough but comforting all the same. It reminded you, briefly, of your brother coddling you when you were just a little thing. How you missed being just a little thing.

“Rest princesse,” Rook breathes softly as cotton, “you have earned this much.”

Without opening your eyes, you respond with a question, “When will I see you again?”

“I will visit you again in a week,” he assures, fingers trailing over your cheek and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“I will practice in the meantime,” you finally open your eyes to his adoring smile, “I won’t let you down, I promise you.”

“You have never let me down.” He sighs. You don’t know what that means, or what it implies, or why he would say such a cryptic thing. You are warm and fuzzy inside from it regardless, “Practice with your knights. They will help you.”

You watch him, bewildered, as he moves in a swift motion across the room to the window. You’re not sure how much he knows about you and what happens behind these walls, but you know it’s much more than you’ve told him. It should make you feel sick and gross, but it is nice to be known in the way you know everyone else. It is also nice to not have to know this strange man.

As he perches on your window sill, a familiar sight to you now, you feel an ache in your chest. Is it longing? Desperation, maybe? No, no, this is something else. Its worry. You were worried for him, and you weren’t sure why. You’d seen what he’s capable of – you know what he’s capable of. Still, you can’t help it.

“Be careful,” you call out, voice soft as rain, “please.”

“When have I given you a reason to worry?” he responds with that strange smile of his, and then he is gone from view.

·┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆·

The day after the dinner is entirely uneventful, as is the day after that, and then the day after that. It’s all boring proceeding after a tiresome meeting with court officials. Necessary, but entirely too drab. Normally your brother would amuse you, and you him, but since things are tense still that does not happen. It is only on the fourth day that you find yourself interested in something other than your mysterious hunter friend.

Bickering can be heard – well, more like grumbling and gleeful laughing – between the columns of the lower level of the castle. Bored out of your mind, Ace and Deuce are too busy with something involving Riddle, and Epel is still unable to visit you between his workload you decide being nosy is the best option. 

You peak your head around the corner where you hear the commotion, and laugh at the sight. Kalim and his ‘friend’ (servant) Jamil are arguing about Sevens knows. Your little giggle reveals your position and startles the two men, both whipping their heads around to look at you, like terrified deer.

Kalim relaxes into a bright grin when he sees you, stopping his (unintentional) antagonizing to wave and bound over to you. He doesn’t see the glare Jamil levels on him, but he never does. You give Jamil an apologetic smile, which only earns you a glare of your own.

Unlike Kalim, Jamil was not kind. He was rather selfish and cruel, caring more about others' perceptions of him than anything else. Though, you would likely be the same way if your family was on the line. More than that, he hated the ruling class – not that you could blame him. Needless to say, he did not like you when you first met, but you think you can call him a friend now. You’d spent many late nights of Kalim’s visits up talking with him about how broken things were across the lands. He was smart, a nice match to your wit. You think he feels the same.

Kalim pulls you into a tight hug, something he hasn’t had the time to do since arriving. You wrap your arms around him too, sighing at the physical affection. Kalim was, among the other future rulers, your dearest friend. Unlike Jamil, you didn’t have to question that, and unlike your other suitors, you knew that he had no hidden motive. He was Kalim, your friend, and that was all he or you needed or wanted.

“It’s good to finally see you, Kalim,” you say as he pulls away, “and you too Jamil. I didn’t know you came with.”

“I’ve been busy herding people around,” Jamil groans, approaching, “Your brother loves free workers.”

“You look tired,” Kalim worries, ignoring Jamil’s complaints as always. You have no idea how Jamil puts up with that.

“I am tired,” you confirm, “I’ve been very busy the past few weeks, this is my first free day.”

“We’ve heard,” Jamil says dryly, “your birthday outburst was a sight to behold.”

You sigh, “I think my reaction was reasonable enough.”

“I’d be pretty scared if Malleus Draconia just… approached me like that,” Kalim admits while rubbing his neck, “especially if he were claiming me as his significant other. I probably wouldn’t have, y’know, yelled at him though.”

“The yelling was so I wouldn’t cry,” you admit, “I was just so heated.”

“Well, it’s over now,” Jamil states with finality, “he hasn’t bothered you since, right?”

“Thank the Seven,” you laugh, “I don’t know if I could keep myself together if he claims me as his partner again.”

“At least you’d live a cushy life with him. Anything you want, probably tons of delicious food,” Kalim muses, “I wonder what kind of food they have in the Valley of Thorns…”

“I’d rather not find out, thanks.” You chuckle, “What are the two of you up to, though? Anything fun?”

“No,” Jamil answers dryly, “We’ve done everything there is to do already, there’s no fun left here.”

“Imagine living here then,” you huff.

“No thank you,” Jamil responds quickly, “I’d rather not be around your brother more than necessary.”

Kalim frowns, clearly in disagreement, “Vil isn’t so bad. He’s just… uptight.”

“And pushy,” Jamil adds coldly.

“Reminds me a bit of a friend of mine…” You muse with a smile, eyes glancing over Kalim.

It takes him a second to get the hint, but once he does, he visibly flusters. “I’m not that bad!”

“So you admit Vil is bad,” Jamil smirks.

You can tell Kalim can’t handle the teasing, so you pat him on the back lightly. He takes it all well, smiling as though it never happened. You missed them quite a bit, not having seen them since Kalim’s last birthday party. Even then, he was so busy entertaining others, that you were mostly alone with your brother the whole time.

“I can’t believe it’s been so long,” you sigh.

Jamil raises an eyebrow, but Kalim is the one to ask, “So long since what?”

“Since we’ve talked like this,” you force out, throwing your hands up, “It felt like we were all strangers for a while.”

“We’re not little kids anymore,” Jamil answers, ever the cynic he is, never one to wistfully long for the old days. Not that they were too pleasant for him. “We’ve all got responsibilities now, there's no time to sit and talk anymore.”

“It’s nice to do that sometimes, though.” Kalim argues, “It’s okay to take breaks and catch up with friends, so long as you still get things done.”

You nod along, but you doubt Jamil feels the same way. He’s not allotted the same things as both you and Kalim, whether or not Kalim notices this fact. “You are right, but not everyone is afforded that grace. I know my townspeople aren’t, at least very rarely. We’re very privileged to be allowed to complain about this at all.”

The look on their faces is nearly unreadable, and you feel a little worried you’d upset them, but Kalim grins that sweet grin of his. Bright as sun. “Your people are lucky to have someone like you.”

“No. I’m nothing special,” you dismiss, “You are a blessing to your people. Everyone in the Scalding Sands speaks so fondly of you, I wish I could be adored like that.”

“Y’know, I used to wish I was half as considerate as you are,” he starts, “but then I just wouldn’t be me. We all have our strengths and weaknesses, and as much as my people love me, I know I’m kinda oblivious and selfish without trying. That doesn’t change the fact that I’m beloved, it just makes me flawed, and that's okay too.”

“Woah,” you say surprised. Kalim waxing poetry was not common, in fact, it never happens. He hates poetry, “Where did you get that from?”

Jamil throws his hands up, “Wasn’t from me.”

“Surely not,” you roll your eyes, “you’re not the kind to forgive flaws in others.”

He scowls at you, but makes no move to deny that fact.

“What I’m saying is,” Kalim laughs, taking your hands in his. They are warm like summer days spent rolling around in flower fields and jumping into creeks, “You should stop comparing yourself to everyone else here. You’re amazing. I mean, that speech you gave at dinner was- Even Leona seemed impressed!”

“Thank you, Kalim,” you say, genuinely thankful to hear it.

“If you two are finished courting each other,” Jamil interrupts, “Kalim is due to a meeting with some traders from the Scalding Sands in about an hour. If we want to be there in time, we’ll have to leave now.”

“Awwww,” Kalim whines, slumping over like a child, “do we have to.”

“It’s important. Your father will have my head if I don’t get on you about it.”

“But I want to talk with the Princess longer,” he continues to argue, which makes you smile a little too wide.

“Go, it’s important,” you urge, “you’ll be here a while longer, so we can talk other times.”

He pouts at you but doesn’t argue further, reluctantly allowing Jamil to pull him along. You give him a little wave, and Jamil a thumbs up, though he doesn’t seem to appreciate the gesture. 

As you watch them, you consider what Kalim said about you carefully. You had been feeling so helpless recently with everything on your plate, but you were not weak in the slightest. You would just have to readjust those strengths to work in your favor now. You’d already begun to do so, negotiating with Riddle and Leona, sneaking around with Rook, and researching with Ace and Deuce. 

Perhaps you were less helpless than you thought you were. That was scarier than being helpless.

[willowisapillow]

🪠👑 I'M GONNA LOVE YOU 'TILL THE VERY END 👑🪠

FIRST TIME DRAWING GERALD YAYA 🎉🎉🎉

Hey, paisanos. Third time crossing over South Park with Mario, and just now realizing while digitizing the pic that this is the third time I’ve dressed Sharon up as a princess character :P

Fun fact, I was gonna post this back in March for Mar10 Day, but missed the deadline. But then I remembered the 1st year anniversary for the Super Mario Bros. Movie was about to come up soon and decided to save it for when that time rolls around, but my absent-minded and lazy ass missed the deadline once again. At first I felt like scrapping the whole project all-together but I realized that it still has potential to get finished, so I waited until August (AKA Princess Peach Month) finally arrived, and look where we are now. So just call this a very very very belated Mar10 Day and 1 year SMBM celebration.

There was also a super adorable Mario Marsh and Peach Testaburger fanart I found on DA that motivated me to go forward. At this point, I’m just compelled to draw anything that I’m inspired/motivated by on whatever part of the internet I’m going through lmao

Originally I was gonna have Liane as Peach and Cartman as Mario, but went on to have Sharon and Randy as Peach and Mario instead. I feel like she would suit being Rosa more since they’re both soft-spoken and single mamas who wear blue. At first I was gonna draw all of them as the movie versions, but instead dressed them up in the DiC/Super Show versions. I just felt like it suited them more both appearance and personality wise. Also because I have a huge soft spot for the retro designs, and I’ve been binge-watching the Super Show last week.

As stupid as this sounds, when you think about it, Randy and Mario do kinda have some stuff in common. Both have iconic mustaches, dad bods, have blue as part of their main outfit, have crossdressed, are fashion icons, and they’ve been arrested/imprisoned 🥰

Sharon and Peach don’t have too much in common, but they’re both as fashionable as their sweethearts, are good cooks, friendly, are able to stand their ground, but often end up in shenanigans. As for Gerald and Luigi, the only similarities I see them having are mustaches, hats, and green as part of their main outfits. That’s pretty much it. I just love all these characters sm, and this gave me an excuse to finally draw some Mareach art ❤️💖

And after listening to Peaches for the umpteenth time while sketching, part of me really wants a Trey Parker version of the song. Mans worked on and made a song for Despicable Me 3, so he could definitely pull up to Illumination to make another song for their movie 💀

Original Princess Liane Sketch:

🪠 ❤️ 👑 💖

[moodbroads]

BACK IN MY WOLFQUEST PHASE ONCE AGAIN!!! MEET ROSEMARY :3

also heres some goofy ah photos of my mate being scared of his own pups-

ANYWAYS IM SO EXITED FOR HELLROARING MOUNTAIN!!! i wonder if theres gonna be a new achivement for like interacting or killing a wolverine since i think they said its gonna be rare or smthin! i already know theres prob gonna be new cool collectibles so im exited about that- OOH WHAT IF THEY ADD A WOLVERINE SKULL

would be nice to also have a den in an abandoned human camp ehehe tbh my dream wolfquest update would be if you could raid like a rabbit warren or maybe get revenge on stranger wolf dens so there could actually be war n stuff >:D MAYBE IF YOU FIND A NON-ABANDONED FOX DEN IN WINTER U CAN MAKE IT UR OWN BY DEFEATING THEM >:D

it would also be so epic to have mutations like having a piebald pup!! aionguedbhklwsuv i have SOOO MANY IDEAS like a 'rp mode' in multiplayer servers where ur able to play as a puppy or special rp-only emotes like stretching, shaking or play fighting/roughhousing! and maybe even splitting players into diff packs (maybe being able to attack the other players- if in a diff pack XD)

BUT YEE ANYWAYS BACK TO RAISE MY PUPS-6 MORE POUDS TO GO (to 15) AFTER THE DEN FLOODED T_T (edit cuz im too lazy to make another post)

I FORGOT HOW DRAMATIC WOLFQUEST CAN BE LIKE SKIPPER JUST GOT YOINKED BY A COUGAR AND THEN 5 MINS LATER THE ALPHA FEM OF THE MOLLIES CAME

also yaya its spring i can finally bring food cuz the only beavers are like a million miles away :')

OH AND I SAW AN EAGLE PERCH FOR THE FIRST TIME ON LAMAR PEAK AND IT WAS SO PRETTY-

PLZ GROW SKIPPER PLZPLZZPLZZAAA IM ON MY WOLF KNEES AND HOWLING WHY DID U HAVE TO DO THIS UR BROTHER IS 16.9-

anyways yeah i saved and left after that to take a break-hope to update yall once again soon XD

i have returned once again i couldnt resist >:)

WE GOT TO THE REN SITE FINALLY!! :D the personalities of em are rlly starting to come out sooo...

introducing...creek the napper/antisocial, ember the explorer/rebel, and skipper the energetic/extremely lucky XD

i got revenge on the cougar that snatched skipper /j

BONE PARTY!! (yeah thats creek sleeping once again ;-;)

fun fact i found out durin this playthrough: the plane will visit your mate if they have a radiocollar on and you dont! even if your far from the den and theyre still at it! i saw it a few times and it was pretty cool but very hard to get good shots of :')

AGRHJ MORE DRAMA- dang calfree creek moved in super close to my home hex while skipper got sick- ;-;

once again skipper being 1 tiny pound away BUT AYYE SHE GOT HEALTHY AGAIN LIKE 2 NIGHTS LATER SO YAYA

also me findin the barbie bag and lance being scared of it for some reason (AgAinSt GuRLiEpOpS?!?1/1/!?)

underappreciated local redhead XD

i finished and creek got air jailed by lance for tryna be active T_T

I KNEW SHE WAS A RUNT >:(

ANYWAYS HERE THEYRE ADULT FORMS!! ember got a cool tinted buffy which was my first npc coat!! (XD aint suprised tho cuz lance was stormy) and creek looks like he ate face-first into a bag of flaming hot cheetos

ANYWAYS YAYAAA I HAD A FUN TIME!! i might continue this bloodline too..someday >:)

[dsimsdecades]

The performers had set up their stage on the grassy verge bordering the bustling town square, drawing an eager crowd when Sebastián, Ángela, Andrés, Ana Lucia, and Yamarex arrived. They managed to secure spots right at the front just as the play—a tale of two buccaneers vying for the love of a woman—began. The performance was a captivating blend of drama, comedy, suspense, and romance, holding the audience spellbound.

Ana Lucia was particularly enchanted. She envisioned herself on stage, singing and dancing with fervor. She was eager to return to her mamá and tell her all about it.

As the play concluded, the crowd erupted into applause and cheers, celebrating the performers who bowed proudly on stage. They lingered afterward, mingling with the audience. Ángela was drawn to one performer, Pierre Fontaine, whose charm sent a flutter through her stomach, her body tingled with a sense of excitement she had never felt before. Her pulse quickened as her palms dampened with sweat. The spark between them was undeniable. He was smitten not only by her beauty but also by her clever remarks and infectious laughter. His hands were shaking just as much as hers, although he tried to appear confident.

The children also found a new friend named Rosalía. Her family had just arrived in town after their home was destroyed by a flood. She was overjoyed to be introduced to them and make new friends, as she had felt lonely since arriving. Ana Lucia invited her to come by the house whenever she wanted to play with them.

"We should begin our journey home as the night draws near, and we still need to take Yaya home," Sebastián said.

"That is unnecessary. I'll be okay getting home," Yamarex replied, not wanting to inconvenience them.

However, Sebastián was adamant. "It is no trouble at all; besides, you shouldn't be traveling alone at this hour."

Pierre said his goodbyes, his eyes lingering on Ángela as he asked if he could see her again. She gladly accepted.

When they got to Yamarex's village, Sebastián was wrapped in her embrace. "Thank you for inviting me. I had the most wonderful time."

"I am glad you joined us, Yaya." He pulled her in closer, and she could feel his breath caressing her neck. Her hair was fragrant with the scent of lavender. Had she always smelled so heavenly? he pondered. As Ángela watched them, she couldn't help but smile. They said their goodbyes to Yamarex and then started their journey back home.

When they returned, Isabel was curious to hear about the adventures they had on their day. Ángela and Sebastián were so absorbed in their thoughts that they didn't even register her words. On the contrary, Ana Lucia was eager to tell everyone what she had seen. She detailed the play thoroughly. When she finally finished, a broad smile spread across her face, and she exclaimed, "I want to be a performer when I grow up."

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yaya it's finally finished! texturing the body was p fun rigging isn't perfect but it's doable....

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I dont post much anymore now but ive been watching Cobra Kai (finished it in three days, actually) and my favorite character has to be Robby Keene. Maybe i’ll make another post on why, or maybe not. But this post is;

My Favorite Robby Keene Headcanons<3

1. He has an upside down smile (like @raven.elofff on tiktok bc he really looks like robby)

2. He gets the most funniest Bi panics Tory has ever seen and she just loves Robby for it

3. Robby always puts Kenny before anything. He’s hungry? He’ll ask Kenny what to eat. He needs to make a phone call? Is Kenny comfortable and asleep? things like that :)

4. Robby has a hard time believing gifts and small things are for him. He went 16 years without presents and had to learn to do things himself.

5. He thinks of Daniel as a better father than Johnny ever was in his 16 years. So he normally goes to Daniel for help instead of Johnny.

6.Robby totally kicked the guy who took his mother to Mexico ass when he went to mexico with Johnny to find Miguel.

7.Robby is actually a smart kid and his best subject is math. “what’s the answer to-“ “87.”

8. Robby makes amazing food. One time, while Johnny and Carmen went to take Yaya out for dinner, Miguel almost set the kitchen on fire if Robby hadn’t gotten bored and wanted to check on Miguel, so Robby cooked for Miguel and Miguel told all his friends and his friends now want to taste Robby’s cooking.

9. Robby can get really obsessive over the people he likes and he’ll fall in deeper love when he sees their flaws and all that, so it only hurts him more when a relationship he’s in ends.

10. Finally, Robby’s favorite color is blue and green. Only because the colors dont go together, but they’re pretty nonetheless, just like him and Tory. They shouldn’t be together, but sometimes, you cant help it :)

maybe i’ll make another one, I dont know. But I really enjoyed Cobra Kai 🙏🏽

[pjsk-writin]

hello! can I request Akito, Rui, Nene and Ena with an ENFP reader? tysm in advance, also happy new year! <)

yaya ofc u can ! i did use an image i looked up so if any of this is inaccurate lmk (i took the myers briggs test and saw i was an infp and didn't pay attention to anything else so. oops/lh) and happy umm end of february HDKAKF- hope u like this ! <3

♡ ENFP - Akito Shinonome, Rui Kamishiro, Nene Kusanagi and Ena Shinonome x Reader

Akito:

In terms of personality, you were definitely quite different from Akito-

While the two of you definitely preferred to be in the presence of others, he found that you were incredibly playful and optimistic, something that he often wasn't

He definitely appreciates your enthusiasm and support, finding it something he leans into and uses for inspiration more often than not

Your creativity inspires him as well, and he often finds himself asking you for ideas and your thoughts on different plans he has for shows

If you ever want to start a project or a creative adventure with him, just say the word! He might not be able to keep up with your ideas, but he's more than willing to help you if he can!

Rui:

You and Rui are very similar in some ways, but very different in others

He prefers to not spend time with people he doesn't know, keeping to his small circle of friends and companions, but you were different. He admired you for it in ways

Your enthusiasm never fails to make him smile, he's never really been around someone who's so supportive and enthusiastic to show it. It's a lovely change of pace!

The two of you are incredibly creative, so one of his favorite things to do is bounce ideas off of you! The two of you could talk and exchange ideas for hours

He is absolutely down to start any projects or creative endeavors with you! He starts new projects almost daily anyway, so why wouldn't he want to start one with his dearest? <3

Nene:

You and Nene are definitely very different, to say the least-

She does not like spending time with people unless she's comfortable with them, so she doesn't understand how you do it all the time. She would be exhausted, but you do you

Usually, overly enthusiastic people also tend to tire her out, but it feels...different with you. You were always so supportive of her, and she had to admit that it was nice to have someone at her side like that

She may not make things by hand, but she is creative in her own way! She has a lot of ideas swirling around in her brain, and she finds it nice to talk to you about them. She also likes hearing your ideas, because they're (probably) not as insane as her troupemates-

She might be a bit hesitant to start creative projects, mostly because there's a high chance she won't know what she's doing, but she's willing to try for you!

Ena:

Ena is also another person who you share a lot of similarities and differences with

She wants attention from other people, but spending time with people face to face usually drains her. She admires you, but she could never talk with people like you do-

She will try to not make it obvious, but she always looks for you whenever she finishes working on something to get the enthusiastic support you always give her. It makes her want to melt every time <3

We all know that she's a very creative person, but she does tend to run into an artist block more often than not. She'll ask you for help or ideas on what she should do. She starts to keep a notebook so that she can scribble down the ideas the two of you have

She would absolutely love the idea of starting a creative project with you! She'll try whatever you want to try, and also ask if she can post the final product to her art page. She loves to show off what you can do!

[aaartemisia]

The Five Gods :

A BoBoiBoy fanfic inspired by world mythologies and folklores :

TW : Mature Content (+18), Sex, Violence and Harm (and spoilers!)

Part . I :

- The Universe was been created when Upper God Allah created the big bang, universe, galaxies, asteroids, stars, meteors planets and moons but he created Earth with his own powers until he finished created life on Earth.

- Akash, Cahaya and Duniawi are the primodial gods : Akash is the primodial god of the life, Cahaya is the primodial god of flora and fauna and Duniawi is the primodial goddess of the seas and animals.

- Akash has 9 children after his union with Cahaya including Amato, Mara and Retak’kaz

- Retak’ka killed his father Akash and his mother Cahaya (has given birth to Gopal) and Duniawi gave birth to Yaya and Fang.

- Before Duniawi died, She warns Retak’ka that his evil reign will ended if one of his siblings had a firstborn son or daughter would dethrone and reign will end.

- Retak’ka ate Gopal, Fang and Yaya

- Mara who had given birth to BoBoiBoy as she and her husband Amato left Mt. Attritus as they hid on Earth as human beings where they lived and raised BoBoiBoy in a secluded village run by magicians and healers.

- BoBoiBoy worked as a dutiful shepherd and also a student of Ishta.

- Ishta has three daughters named Yara, Naya and Uma and one son named Ocho.

- Ishta trained BoBoiBoy on how to fight and defend himself against Retak’ka.

- BoBoiBoy grew up as a young preteen boy, Yara had feelings for him.

- They woke up as their village was destroyed by managed to escape. Yara told BoBoiBoy to eat the golden egg (resembles a hard boiled egg as he ate it whole). The four kids managed to escape but they were shocked for seeing BoBoiBoy’s first discovery of his own powers.

- At Tok Kasa’s caverns; Tok Kasa trained BoBoiBoy for 5 months until he had finally manipulate his 1st three elemental powers lightning, wind and earth but upgraded into thunderstorm, cyclone and earthquake.

- Yara sedated BoBoiBoy’s drink as he got dizzy and slept on the bed, Yara seduced and abused him where he wakes up looking confused.

- BoBoiBoy confronted Yara where she told him that she did it because she loved him.

- Yara looks on her empty left palm, seeing a floating transparent flower which it’s petals were closed : it symbolizes pregnancy.

Part Two is coming….