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monsterfloofs · 5 months

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The fair isle vampire knit pattern is complete.

Once I learn how to fair isle knit…. it will be all over for the resident vampires. 👀✨✨

#floofyideas #floofydoodles #vampire #vampire sweater #I made a plain winter version too #just in case #vampire sweater takeover #put all the batty biscuits in sweaters ✨✨✨

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moongothic · 1 year

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MY BLANKET OF DARKNESS HAS BEEN COMPLETED

✨👁️✨ I AM SO COZY NOW ✨👁️✨

So I started working on this blanket around June of 2022. Got like, maybe half-way through the blanket and then the yarn I needed for the blanket went out of stock at my local yarn shop. Now I didn't know the yarn would be completely unavailable for like 6 months (until the stop closed permanently), so I just kept on waiting, hoping for it to come back in stock-- but it never did, so in January I finally looked online if I could find the yarn elsewhere and I did, I got the yarn I needed, and finished the blanket. So it kinda took me 6 months to make this blanket but also not

What made this blanket a truly exciting and fun project for me is that this has been the first blanket I actually made for myself and designed for myself. Like I've enjoyed every single blanket project I've had so far, but having a blanket that's Just For Me is just. It's nice

I originally planned the granny squares out digitally because I wanted to have a fun pattern of different granny squares, something that wouldn't be too busy looking and was carefully planned, and here's what I came up with

I had two versions of the square pattern, one with moon phases right in the middle of it and another without them. I do like how the moon version looked and part of me kinda regrets not making that one, but I'm not sure the moons would have really gone well with the eyes... So I did go with the first version

(Sidenote, it's not on the pattern above but I added extra rows of just black squares at the top and bottom of the blanket, so there's two rows of black instead of just one)

(Sidenote 2, although I knew I wanted the blanket to be mostly black from the begining, I wasn't entirely sure what accent color I wanted to use, it really was depending on what colors the shop had available. Like I used yellow as kind of a default color since it worked nice with the stars and eyes, but I could've gone with some other color too. In the end, because I didn't like the color options for the yarn at the shop I ended up going with a yellow anyways) (Also I tested out a reverse color version with the pastel purple and white base and no eyes, just for funsies, it looks kinda neat)

But yeah, that's how the planning of the blanket went.

The blanket is made of 231 squares in total, 11x21 rows. 186 of the squares are plain black, the rest are patterned. The star squares were the worst to make because of how many strands of yarn I had to weave in, 0/10, would not reccommend.

I used the Cedro 100% wool yarn (reccomended hook size 5, 50g=100m), and it took me about 38 balls of yarn to finish the blanket (including crocheting all the squares together and doing a single round of double crochet around the blanket to finish it off)

This is literally all the yarn I have left from this blanket; one untouched ball of black and three partially used balls.

I gotta admit.

I'm kind of shocked by the size of the blanket. Like I very carefully measured it to make it the exact size to fit my bed, and it fits perfectly. But I'm still kinda shocked how big it is. (Which is why I didn't make the border of the blanket any bigger, even though I could've with the yarn I have)

Also

It's HEAVY

Like, of course it's heavy, it's 100% wool and thick, but MAN I didn't expect it lmao

But that kind of makes it perfect for cold winters especially, it's super warm and the weight makes it cozy- like who needs a weighted blanket when you can have one of these lmao

Now I just need to figure out how to protect the blanket from being covered in my white cat's hair...

#Yarncraft Diary #Yarncraft #Crochet #Crochetblr #Yarnblr #Emotionally I classify this as a 2022 project even though I didn't finish it until this year #No I did not block the squares before putting the blanket together #I was planning on just ironing the squares to flatten them out but I noticed last minute that...#...the yarn doesn't reccommend it be ironed so. I didn't want to risk ruining it #And I don't really have a blocking board or anything so I just had to let it go #I could probably just hang the blanket on the clothesline in the shower and the weight of it...#...on top of whatever moisture there might be in the air would probably straighten the blanket out a bit #So it wouldn't ''buckle'' the way it does now #But ehhh it's fine #I don't mind it really

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stiltonbasket · 9 months

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For wen!wwx: "I may have made a mistake in taking you to Nightless City, A-Ying" were the last words Wen-shushu had spoken to him, a little more than a fortnight after he was slain in battle. Contrary to popular belief, it was Wen Zhuliu who saved A-Ying and took him to Nightless City. Wen Rouhan raised him to be a weapon, but Wen Zhuliu raised him as a son.

(link to part 1)

By the winter Wei Wuxian turned thirty-six, Qishan Wen had been at war for two years; but in those two years, very little had changed behind the walls of the Nightless City.

The wine ran as freely as it always did, and even the lowest-ranking guest disciples were allotted more treasures and fine foods than most well-to-do commoners would see in a year. The rare few of the clan who had spent time in the halls of the mortal emperor—Wei Wuxian among them, for his master wanted the emperor to know something of the raw power that lurked in Qishan, in case he ever thought of claiming even an inch of Wen territory for his own—were aware Wen Ruohan's sect banquets were far richer than anything the imperial court had to offer: and even if the war were to last another decade, the cities clustered around the great Sun Palace in Bu Ye Tian would flow with gold for ten times that span at the least.

Strength counted for much in the Jianghu, and for a great deal more outside it—and Wen Ruohan treasured the cultivators who labored for him as he treasured his own saber, so long as their younger selves had proved loyal enough to be permitted to reach adulthood.

Of the four children Wen Zhuliu brought back to Bu Ye Tian some thirty-odd years ago, only one had achieved that honor: the youngest, Wei Ying, plucked from the streets in upper Yiling some months before his fifth birthday.

He had grown up well, Wen Zhuliu thought, as he watched Wei Wuxian move across the banquet hall with a double-eared wine cup in his hand. The handmaidens at the Wei-fu had braided his hair with gold, so that the full, shining mass of it reflected the light from the lamps on the walls like a mirror; and though Wen Ruohan recalled him from Langya nearly six months ago now, he had not yet lost the watchful bearing of a general waiting under cover of darkness for his enemy to strike.

"Zhao-shushu," he said, toasting him with his half-empty cup of wine as Wen Zhuliu drew closer. "How have you been? I haven't seen you since..."

"It's been nearly a year, I think," Wen Zhuliu replied, inclining his head. "When we were stationed together in Jiangling."

A shadow crossed Wei Wuxian's face; and too late, Wen Zhuliu remembered that Jiangling was where his erstwhile ward bore witness to the execution of Yu Hengshan, in spite of Wen Zhuliu's best efforts to ensure that he was occupied elsewhere at the hour of Yu Hengshan's death.

He was absurdly soft-hearted for a man who had spent the last two years between war fronts and Wen Ruohan's great strategy chamber, and it discomfited Wen Zhuliu immensely.

"How is A-Yuan?" he said softly, for Wei Wuxian's yang son was one of the few subjects they could speak of without stirring the dreadful shuttered look in Wei Wuxian's eyes—though that had been present in some form or other from the day he was sworn into Wen Ruohan's service, and would likely never leave him throughout the remainder of his life.

"He is well," Wei Wuxian answered, nodding towards the artificial stream carved into the ground of the garden adjoining the feasting hall. Wen Zhuliu turned and saw a gaggle of youths and young girls kneeling by the water's edge, scribbling verses of poetry onto plain white lanterns; and then, following the line of his ward's outstretched hand, he saw that the boy at the front of the group looked like a smaller, light-hearted version of Wei Ying.

"How old is he?"

"Eighteen." Wei Wuxian's hand tightened around the base of his cup. "He's nearly old enough to wear a proper guan, if you can believe it."

Ah, Wen Zhuliu realized, with no small amount of pity—for if the war did not end within these next two years, Wen Yuan would be among the new soldiers sent to war, perhaps as part of his own father's regiment.

He reached out and grasped Wei Wuxian's arm.

"A-Ying," he said urgently. "This war will not last long enough to draw your A-Yuan into it. You know Lanling Jin cannot endure for much longer, what with Meng Yao—and once Lanling falls, Yunmeng will crumble soon after. Yu Hengshan was Yunmeng Jiang's greatest backer, and now that he has been slain—"

"Yes, but what then?"

Wen Zhuliu paused, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Once the Jianghu has been brought under our colors, what then?" Wei Wuxian murmured, before taking a long drink of wine. "The Jin might live peacefully under Junshang's rule—they will have no choice, for they are not strong enough to do otherwise—but the Jiang will abandon their clan seat if needs must, and flee to rebuild elsewhere. And once they rise to prominence again, what will our lord do next?"

And what will you do? his eyes seemed to say; and though Wen Zhuliu had vowed to murder Yu Hengshan when he was a child of sixteen, his ears were suddenly filled with the screams of the civilian woman who had discovered the man's decapitated corpse in a rowboat on Lake Lianhua.

He had not lingered long enough to listen to the screams of Yu Hengshan's sister, for fear that his heart would break at the knowledge that Yu Ziyuan grieved this brother of hers despite all he had done to them both—but now, the echoes of her cries were so clear in his mind that he was half-convinced he had heard them in truth, all those months ago.

"I will do whatever Wen-zongzhu commands me to do," Wen Zhuliu said at last. "I was sworn to him for life, just as you were."

In answer, the fingers of Wei Wuxian's right hand rose and fluttered restlessly over his shoulder: the left shoulder, where his wide collar hid the set of obedience sigils that Wen Ruohan carved into his flesh on the day he came of age.

"Yes," he whispered, his gaze straying once more to his son. "I am sworn to him for life—just as you are."

They parted not long after that, for Wen Zhuliu had only come back to the Nightless City for Wei Wuxian's birthday banquet, and he was due to return to Hejian early the next day. He had other generals to greet, and Wei Wuxian had gone off to judge the results of the winding-stream contest taking place in the garden; but shortly before dawn, Wen Zhuliu sought Wei Wuxian out once again and drew the younger man into his arms.

"Happy birthday," he said. "May you have ten lifetimes' worth of them, my child."

Wei Wuxian smiled tearfully—and suddenly, Wen Zhuliu was certain that after tonight, he would never lay eyes on this ward of his again.

"I wish it had not been like this," he blurted. "If I had not brought you back to the Nightless City all those years ago, then perhaps..."

Wei Wuxian's eyes flickered toward the throne at the front of the hall.

"What other purpose could I have served than this one?" he said quietly. "You had your revenge, and I was given the honor of serving Junshang. That is the end of it."

And with that, he kissed Wen Zhuliu on the brow, and vanished into the night.

Wen Zhuliu never did see him again, for he met his death on the Hejian front within the next fortnight; and when his jian was brought back to the Bu Ye Tian, it was sent to Wei Wuxian's residence, the High General's manor, where it would remain until the Wei-fu went up in flames with its master still locked inside it.

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waywardcrow · 4 months

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Timeless.

Chapter V.

Summary: 1943. 1975. 2024. Three different decades, three different lives, three different times your life and Bucky's interwined; he lost you twice, will he do it again?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader.

TW: It can change each chapter but themes of Bucky as soldier in WWII and as the Winter Soldier in general, lots of feels, a little bit of angst, fluff, two cuties pinning after each other, 40’s!reader is mentioned to be named Beth but that changes for 2024 version of her so I nicknamed her little bird for Bucky, Ace for everybody else, this will be a +18 story so minors dni.

Disclaimer: Please remember english is not my first language so if I make a mistake or forget something let me know.

Pictures from pinterest and graphic and dividers by the amazing @ firefly-graphics so all credits to the creators.

Previous chapter <;<<

Harper sent you the most astonishing suit you had ever seen.

The color complimented your skin tone, the cut was clean and highlighted every part of your body you liked; she left a note on top too.

“This is your new beginning, Ace, go get them.”

It made you smile, still you didn’t wear it, the suit was too expensive. Your choice was one black plain pencil skirt, white blouse and simple heels. Your makeup and hairstyle wasn’t too special also, you wanted Pepper Potts to see what you were capable of beyond your fashion choices.

After making your way to the tower and making all the procedure, you met your new boss.

“Maria is going to give some training and we can get some things done as we start working together” the ginger woman said behind her desk, you gave a nod and she smiled “relax; you’re going to do great.”

You didn’t know how to relax; it wasn’t in you to be able to do it.

Maria Hill, an intimidating but efficient woman, made you sign a confidentially contract which was fine with you, you were given an enormous pile of information that made you believe you were not qualified enough for this.

“Thank you miss Potts- Pepper” you rectified, giving her a list of her things to do “miss Van Dyme is coming after lunch to discuss your partnership with Pym industries and Dr. Stephen Strange asked for an appointment tomorrow too, you have your daughter’s teacher reunion at ten so maybe after it could be a good time”

“It’s perfect, Ace” the happy tone in her words made you smile. After being so long stuck with someone who only made you feel stupid, it was nice to have some reassurance.

You both went about your day and the familiar environment of the office setting helped you to focus instead of losing it, you were working with the Avengers! Your folks barely believe it when you called them, in all honesty you almost couldn’t believe it too.

The day was easy, probably because Pepper wanted you to don’t give up and when you least expect it, it was time to go home.

“Are you sure miss- Pepper?” you asked for the millionth time, obviously going home before midnight wasn’t usual for you.

“I’m completely sure, Ace. Please go home and rest, tomorrow we have a great day” not very convinced, you did what she say and after saying goodnight you took your things and walk to the elevator.

When the doors opened your heart raced in your chest.

Sergeant Barnes smiled at you when you entered the elevator, giving you enough space between your bodies.

“Are you ok, miss?” his smile faltered and you tried to look less like an idiot.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, just tired” you lied “I didn’t see you all day”

In the moment your words left your mouth, heat rushed to your cheeks, what the fuck were you doing?

“I was working on something with Sam, he can be a pain in the ass sometimes” he explained without making evident how dumb you were being. The doors opened again and he walked with you to the entrance “are you going home or-?”

“Home” it was a whisper under the city noise but he could hear you perfectly.

“Maybe I could drive you there, if you want” it sounded crazy but he almost looked shy, like you were about to reject him. For a moment, the memory of your dreams about that boy smiling at you in the moonlight came back.

“Yeah, I’d like that”

It was the right answer, his face light up and it took you a second to remember how to breathe.

Bucky directed you to his car in silence which was a good thing because your head was a complete mess, what were you doing? There was no way you could deny you felt attraction towards him but it wasn’t like you were the only one, the man was breathtaking so you were just reacting to that, it was a complete different story to think something could happen between you two.

He opened the door for you with the same politeness he let you walk first out of the elevator and your hands shook a little. It was nothing, he was a gentleman, he came from the time gentlemen were a thing, for all you knew he probably had a beautiful girlfriend waiting at home, ready to welcomed him with mind blowing sex and plans of a future together.

Being the silly hopeless romantic you were, the thought made your heart ache.

“Did you forget something at the tower?” he asked again when he started driving, Bucky looked a little concerned about you so you tried to smile.

“I’m fine, sorry, just leave me near the next subway station”

“Why would I do that? You are not going to the subway and not at this hour, little bird, it’s too dangerous” Bucky was too affronted to realize his mistake but you weren’t.

“Little bird?”

For a moment you could see how his jaw clenched, like he was scolding himself but then it was gone and he gave you a boyish smile.

“It’s ok if I call you that? Just felt appropriate, you’re sweet and small and I don’t know” he shrugged before the light turned green and then you didn’t think about anything else but how perfect it sounded that nickname in his voice.

“I’m obviously small next to you Bucky, you grew up like ivy around a stone house, don’t ya think?”

The most melodic laugh came out of him and you weren’t in his car anymore, instead it was a tent surrounding you and the chill of the autumn air around you.

You started bickering like you knew each other all your lives, he asked you about your day and then you asked about his and what had him so busy with Sam which led to something very interesting.

“Alright, in my defense I don’t go around looking for old ladies to charm” he defended himself after telling you a story about a bingo night in Louisiana with Sam and a very nice old lady who gave him her number.

“You’re a heartbreaker, Bucky Barnes” you told him holding back your laugh, he was so cute when he was all flustered, you could swear you saw him like this before.

“I used to be”

He stopped in front of your building and the sad tone in his voice made you want to reach for his hand to comfort him, despite that your hand stayed still.

“I’m pretty sure you still are, maybe you don’t find the right lady yet”

His sky blue eyes found yours, making the air inside the vehicle heavy with unspoken words. His gaze never left your face; he looked like he was fighting with himself.

“I did find her, actually” Bucky finally said and your hopes crashed against each other.

“Oh” was everything you could say.

“In the 40’s, she was… she was gone shortly after I disappeared” his voice was barely a whisper but you could hear him perfectly being that close, this time your hand closed around his.

“I’m so sorry Buck” your jealousy was long forgotten, a silly crush was nothing compared to losing someone like that, when the details of his pardon were made public they said that he was believed to be dead when in reality he was captured a second time by Hydra, you couldn’t imagine how it was for his lover to lose him twice when he was alive and suffering and for him to lose the woman he loved with everything else that monsters took from him.

A heart crushing pain that was always there hit you, your soul aching for both of them, for the young soldier Bucky was, for the woman who surely waited until her last breath to see him again.

“Please don’t cry little bird, I didn’t mean to make you cry” he wiped your tears with his hands and your skin felt hot at the contact, why were you crying? God, he surely would think you were an idiot or a fake jerk.

“I’m fine, I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying” stopping was impossible but Bucky didn’t look at you like you lose your mind, instead he hugged you, rubbing circles in your back. His scent of leather and mint made you close your eyes and start to relax.

“Everything is ok little bird, you’re fine, I’m fine” he mumbled against your hair.

Taking a deep breath, you calmed down and put some space between you two.

There was concern in his beautiful face and that was normal after your behavior but there was also something more, something that made you both move towards each other before a honk startled you, making you fall from his arms.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Barnes, I don’t know what happened to me” you apologized, taking your purse before he could say anything and getting out of the car to your department.

You didn’t stopped running until the door closed behind you.

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sugartwst · 10 months

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Five Year Reunion

Vil x GN! Reader [Warnings: Smoking]

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Five years after graduation Vil returns to Night Raven College for his class reunion and finds a familiar face he thought he'd never see again.

It took twelve letters from Crowley, his father’s encouragement, and a long conversation with Rook, but eventually, Vil caved and accepted the invitation for his five-year reunion at Night Raven College. Though he was reluctant at first, curiosity had begun to get the better of him as he thought back to his days at school and of his old classmates. He’d kept in contact with Rook, though many others had been lost to him.

Watching from the window of his car, the familiar grounds came into view. Easily, Vil stepped out of his car, paparazzi crowding him immediately like moths to light. Cameras flashed relentlessly around him as they swarmed. He covered his eyes with his arm and made his way through the familiar gates. As he crossed the threshold onto school grounds, the mob was forced to fall behind. Left now to his thoughts, nostalgia hit him hard and fast. It was all just how he remembered it. Idly he came to the seven statues, running his fingers along the metal plaque, tracing letters.

The reunion was being held in the botanical gardens. He knew the path well but still glanced at the signs in case he somehow had forgotten. As he made his way towards the greenhouse he couldn’t help but reminisce. He hesitated to call his school days simpler times, but he still looked back fondly.

All too quickly he found himself at the propped-open doors to the gardens. Lights and music streamed out into the early winter night and as he stood on the precipice familiar eyes landed on him. Rook quickly came forward, bringing him in for a tight hug and letting go before Vil could scold him. He clasped a heavy hand on Vil’s shoulder and put a champagne flute in his hand. Though he’d kept in contact with him, it had been a long time since he had seen him in person. He could easily ascertain Rook had hardly lost the energy or enthusiasm he had in school. Rook took his arm, leading him inside. With the poetic waxing, it was plain to see Rook was caught in the claws of nostalgia as much as he was.

Over the course of the night, Vil saw a handful of familiar faces and noticed a few missing. Leona was pleasant enough, a lioness at his side keeping him polite. Cater and Trey stopped to say hello, Trey’s arm around Cater’s shoulder. Stroud, Draconia and Vanrouge hadn’t come, though that wasn’t surprising.

Others he remembered more vaguely came up to him. He’d known that the night wouldn’t be free of harassment. He expected people to gawk or snap photos from afar. He hadn’t quite anticipated the level. Old classmates crowded him. He could hardly move without a new person bombarding him. They wanted the normal things. An autograph, a photo — though many of them simply shoved a camera in his face, the flash blinding him for seconds afterward. Other times they wanted him to play a part, bark on command. They’d look to their friend or partner and say something along the lines of “See! I told you I knew Vil Schonenheit. He remembers me, right?”

Perhaps he’d gotten bitter. He did remember them. Most of them at least and he remembered himself. Who he was five years ago… a mess that refused to admit it. At least he knew that now. He also remembered a younger version of himself so eager to impress. Back then he would have taken the time and said their name, shook their hand. He wasn’t so young anymore though. He was tired, so he just smiled, nodded and said goodbye.

Crowley had begged for him to participate as a speaker, going on and on about how wonderful it would be for Vil to give back, how rewarding it would be. Of course, he wasn’t so naïve to believe all that, not when Crowley had a reputation for shameless self-promotion. Vil refused and he felt vindicated as cameras came out, surely for some school promotion, pointed to the stage as his fellow alumni took the spotlight. With attention drawn up front, he saw an opportunity to slip away. Leaning against the exit door, he watched the assembly from afar, the speakers just barely reaching him. He debated leaving altogether.

“Excuse me.”

Vil let out a long, tired sigh, “I’m done with pictures for the night.” He bit.

“Oh,” They paused, trailing off awkwardly, “I was actually trying to leave.”

Vil immediately moved off of the exit and looked at the stranger. Suddenly, it clicked. “Yuu?” He asked, nearly incredulous, eyes wide, mouth open, “What… you’re still here?”

Yuu chuckled awkwardly, “Oh… yeah. Still over there too.” They added, pointing to the Ramshackle dorm in the distance. “Finally fixed it up… for the most part.”

Vil shook his head and furrowed his brows, “What are you still doing here? I thought you’d be home.”

Yuu shrugged, “It never worked out.” They answered, opening the door and stepping outside. Vil followed behind. “But I mean, it’s fine. I work here and I recently got my papers sorted out.” They explained, “Turns out I’m the third person to be granted interdimensional citizenship, so that’s cool.”

Vil nodded, still unable to fully grasp the fact. He’d left certain that they’d be gone. He still remembered their teary-eyed goodbye at graduation. It had just seemed so sure to happen he never thought to question it. Beside him Yuu had pulled out a cigarette and began lighting it, guarding against the wind as the light flicked. Eventually, they got it and took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Vil whispered. “If I’d known you were still here, I’d have visited.”

Yuu sighed, blowing the smoke away from Vil as best they could though the smell still wafted around them, “You were busy, don’t worry about it.”

Vil bit his tongue. Instinctively he wanted to say several things. He wanted to chastise them for smoking— tell them they should worry more about their health, their teeth, their skin, their lungs, their hair. He wanted to say that he would have made time to help or visit — or at least call — but he couldn’t bring himself to say any of it. He just watched their hands shake in the frigid air and thought how tired they looked.

“I saw your movies,” they mumbled, coughing into their sleeve.

Vil nodded, “What did you think?”

“They’re nice.” They shrugged, “I have a few in my dorm. I put them on sometimes for the sound, y'know?” They explained, looking to Vil, who furrowed his brow at the review.

“The sound?”

Bringing the cigarette to their lips they took a deep breath and sighed, “Yeah, I mean like… to hear people. The ghosts come and go, so it’s usually pretty quiet now…”

“Oh.” Vil offered, short and curt, for once at a loss for words. The Ramshackle dorm, in his memory, was always loud… and it wasn’t Yuu or the ghosts that made the noise. “What’s Grim doing these days?” Vil asked, his tone gentle but even so, he could see Grim must have been a sore subject.

“I don’t know.” They huffed, their tone souring as they spoke, “Graduated and left.” Crouching down, they pressed the butt of the cigarette into the path until the last ember was gone and tossed the rest into the bin. “It’s getting late so—“

“You said you fixed the dorm, right?” Vil interjected, a sudden panic taking over, “I’d be curious to see.”

Yuu paused, staring at him, their brows furrowed for a moment before they chuckled, a small smile pulling at their lips.

“Ahh, sure. Why not?” They agreed, beginning down the paved path, Vil following at their side. The way was lit by the same flicking lamps and the steps up to the Ramshackle were the same uneven stone, though missing now the weeds that had previously stuck out of each crack. The landscaping around the building had changed. It was a bit neater, more upkept and he could see what looked like a garden not far.

Inside the dorm was mostly what he remembered. There had clearly been some care put into it, new wax on the same uneven floorboards, a new coat of paint here and there. Furniture both new and old dotted the room. A few boxes sat in piles around the room, and papers scattered most surfaces.

Closing the door behind them, Yuu looked awkwardly about, before gesturing vaguely forward, “Crowley uses the basement for storage, so, it actually got some funding.”

Vil nodded fighting the urge to mention the dust that had clearly caked a number of untouched items. “What do you do here?” He asked, turning to look at them as they began through the foyer.

“Same stuff I did before.” They shrugged, “So, just whatever Crowley doesn’t want to do.”

Vil nodded idly, following Yuu as they gave a tour of the building. It brought him back. He could remember coaching the talent show here and visiting a number of times after. Eventually, Yuu stopped, the rant they were on about all the half-done projects and they just stared forward.

“It’s still not much… even with all the work.” They finally added, running their fingers over the chipping paint.

The air was tense, Vil could feel the heaviness in the room. His eyes caught on the paint, the way the summer humidity had clearly warped it only for the winter dryness to see it crack finally. His gaze flicked back to them. Older, but not all too different. He could still clearly see the Ramshackle Prefect he remembered running down hallways, arms always full. The same one who was there at arguably the worst times in his life. The same person who was kind to him despite everything.

He felt a smile pull at his lips as he remembered his all too conceded attempts to impress them.

Yuu sighed beside him, giving up on whatever thought they had. Looking away from the weathered paint and back to him, they furrowed their brow.

“What are you smiling about?” They asked, their tone equal parts curious and playful as a wry smile dawned on their lips. The moonlight streaming in from the window lit them in a sort of magical way. The same way it had when they were younger.

Vil was silent for a moment, washed away by the nostalgia of it all. “You look lovely tonight.”

They blinked, eyes wide and chuckled, “You don’t think my makeup looks like a child drew it on? Or my hair is neglected?” The asked, the same joking tone with a bit of bite to it.

He couldn’t help but cringe a little thinking back to how he’d shown his affection by belittling them before. Every compliment was followed by a critique, telling them the color of their shirt was wrong for them or how their hair would look better if they took better care of it — as if any of that stuff really mattered. It never worked, though looking back he was thankful it never drove them away either.

“I can’t remember if I ever said this but…” Vil hummed, his hands dug into his pockets, fists clenched, “I’m sorry. I was… perhaps not the easiest to get along with.”

He thought back to Epel. They had had a… messy falling out. At the time Vil couldn’t believe it, how anyone could be so foolish as to pass him up as a mentor.

Yuu nodded, a fond sigh coming from their chest, “You, and every other student. It’s water under the bridge.”

Vil hummed, a bit of relief coming to him but still, there was a pit in his stomach. A sort of nagging feeling that told him he wasn’t done.

“I mean it though,” Vil hummed, his voice low as he reached out to them, pushing their hair back to see their face. A face he thought he’d never see again, “You look lovely tonight. There’s nothing I would change.”

Staring back at him, owlish eyes that finally seemed awake. They smiled, leaning into his hand, “Where’s all this coming from?”

“I missed you.” Vil blurted before he could think. “I really thought that I’d never see you again.”

“Oh.”

“Can I kiss you?”

Vil stopped, and bit his tongue, his own words finally catching up with him. He couldn’t tell if the draft let in a chill or if it was his own forming dread. A part of him wanted to turn away, cut the tension and throw away the moment, but something else kept his eyes on them.

Yuu stared at him, lips parted, perhaps trying to answer or in shock. If the prior then they never found their thought, because they were silent as they took a step forward. Their hands hesitated, hovering centimeters from him, before settling on his chest. Mere inches away, Vil leaned forward his hands in their hair, closing the gap. Their lips met and immediately eyes shut. Soft and slow, Yuu trailed their hands slowly to his shoulders, clasping around his neck. They tilted their head to the side and though there was very little space, it still felt like too much. A hand left their hair, falling to the small of their back, pressing them to him.

When they broke apart they were breathless, soft panting filling the otherwise quiet building. Their lips were now painted a similar rouge as his, messily transferred with a stunning asymmetry. Carefully, Yuu reached up, their fingers wiping just under his lip, their brow furrowed, concentrating. He let them fix his make-up but it didn’t matter. He just watched.

“I don’t know what there is to do on the Sage Isle, but let me take you out.” Vil murmured, his hands still holding their waist.

“I know a bar, it’s a bit of a dive if you can handle that.” Yuu hummed.

“Anywhere you like.”

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The Loveliest Thing [Thumbelina Retelling]

[1k word limit piece of writing for a contest! I couldn't believe when I saw this month's challenge was to retell a classic fairytale. I've had this version of Thumbelina in my head for YEARRRS. I really want to make this a fully fleshed out idea one day, but here's the 1k contest version.~]

Something always bothered me as a child. Something I wished to explore in a retelling.

Why did everyone fall in love with Thumbelina so easily...?

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There once was a witch who wished to have a son. A fairy sold her a seed to plant in the ground. The old woman did so, and from a magical flower woke a tiny young woman no bigger than a thumb. The witch was disappointed, but the girl was hers and so she tried to love her. But in her disappointment, she named her Thumbelina.

Thumbelina would not help with the chores, for she was too small. She was a plain thing with red hair and fair skin who wished to freckle her face in the sun and sing to the stars.

Then one night, a fairy boy her age heard Thumbelina singing.

“Who does that lovely voice belong to?” “My name is Thumbelina.” “An odd name.” “Says the boy with leafy wings!” “You are the loveliest thing I’ve seen- would you marry me?” “Would I! Take me away from my wicked mother.” “We shall be married at the eve of summer!” “That’s in three days! We barely know each other’s names!” “What is a name when you have beauty?” “What is my name, leafy fairy?” “It is too beautiful for me to utter.” “What is my name?” “Forgive me, for I have forgotten.”

Thumbelina’s mother woke and shooed the fairy away.

“You are cruel and wicked! He loved me, for I am the loveliest thing he has ever seen!” “You are a plain and wretched thing. But so be it. All who see you shall think you the loveliest thing they’ve ever seen, if they are capable of loving you. But you shall never be truly loved.”

Thumbelina sang through her tears by the creek to call back the fairy boy.

A toad by the water laid eyes on Thumbelina, and fell in love with her. He spirited her away to ask for her hand in marriage, but she could never marry such an ugly thing. He trapped her in a bottle to prepare a wedding with his mother’s help.

Thumbelina cried to some fireflies to help her, and they agreed, saying such a pretty thing could never marry a toad. They took her away down the river, to distant lands.

She soon grew hungry, and pushed the water-soft cork out of the bottle to swim to shore.

A ladybug saw Thumbelina, and fell in love with her. She swept her away to a party in a tree. She asked to marry her, but Thumbelina could never live so high in a tree. The other bugs called her ugly, and left her in the mud.

Thumbelina wandered the autumn woods looking for a home. All who saw her offered their hands in marriage, and each time, she grew more uneasy. Winter came, cold as Thumbelina’s heart.

Her cries brought a field-mouse with a cloth ‘round her shoulders. She invited her to her home for a warm meal and clothes. At dinner, Thumbelina asked, “Mrs. Field-mouse, do you wish to marry me?” “My dear, I do not wish to marry anyone.”

After days of good food and warm company, Thumbelina began helping with the chores. They cleaned the den for company. “My neighbor the mole is a learned man with fine coats and a sensitive disposition. Treat him well, and tell him stories of the far lands you’ve seen.”

Thumbelina was surprised that he was not a mole, but a young man, her size. He wore ragged hair over his eyes and a cloak of cloth that made him look like a mole. He was rude to Thumbelina at first, and the field-mouse introduced her to him. She told him Thumbelina was very pretty. He messily ate his pastries without a word. She added that Thumbelina had many stories of the outside world. He slowly straightened and turned towards her. His messy chewing stopped. He asked, in a rarely-used voice, “Could you tell me of the stars from your home?”

The two had dinner many nights. For every story she told, he returned with an adventure of his own. Thumbelina wanted to stay until spring, but had to ask the mole something first.

“What do you think of my face?” “It is a good face for telling stories and enjoying pastries.” “Am I the prettiest thing you’ve seen?” “You are as pretty as any thing I have seen.” “You don’t think I am beautiful?” “Your laugh is beautiful.” “What do you think of my appearance?” “I don’t think of it.” “Well that is very rude! I am certain that if I saw your face, I wouldn’t think of it either!” She stood and brushed his hair away from his face, to which he greatly recoiled. Thumbelina was shocked by his eyes, soft and milky with blindness. “You cannot see.” “I have not seen since I was young and my brother blinded me.” “Mole.” “Virgil. It is the name I was given before.” “Virgil. Do you love me?” “You are lovely company, Thumbelina, but I do not wish to marry you.” “You cannot see…” Thumbelina repeated aloud.

Spring came, and Thumbelina led Virgil into the sun. The prince found them, and demanded Thumbelina come with him at once.

When she looked into his eyes, she could see her witchy mother’s magic in them. He could not see Thumbelina.

“Why would you run to my blind older brother? If you marry me, I shall be king! And you, a queen.” “You have never loved me- you are the cruelest, most wicked thing I have ever seen.” “Wretched girl, rot in the tunnels with the mole!”

The prince left them.

“My brother is a cruel creature, mad for power.” “He is terrible, you would have made a far better king.” “And now I am the muddy mole of the tunnels. Because of him, I am cursed to never enjoy the stars again, the loveliest things I’d ever seen.”

Thumbelina took his hands, and gently cupped them to her face. He ran his thumbs along the speckled stars on her cheeks. Thumbelina smiled.

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Later than I said I would post the story? Never heard of her. I am simultaneously thankful and sorry @ggidolsmuts for reviewing this for me to verify it makes just the right amount of a lack of sense.

Anyway, please make note of the trigger warnings in red in the tags. Unless you're color blind, in which case you're about to be awakened to some new kinks. Congratulations.

(Oh and fuck BBC entertainment, if that wasn't obvious.)

Churchgirleum Yawjinius

Tags: NSFW, TheLounge, Loona, Yeojin, futa!Choerry, futa!Hyunjin, futa!Jinsoul, futa!Heejin, futa!Haseul, some other bitch, briefly questionable consent, regularly questionable sanity, anal, double anal, TRIPLE ANAL are you kidding me, alliteration, extreme deepthroat, humiliating someone who deserves it, piss, gallons of cum, slight foot fetish, Jinsoul’s cum is referred to as fish jizz twice and it is a joke I promise, clit smacking, light? bondage, sacrilege, “praying” for dick, writing this lowered my IQ, is Yeojin crazy or is she a prophet, who would ever think this was a good idea, dick sizes never explicitly stated but implied to be unrealistically large, Heejin might be the most normal person there somehow, squelching lube sounds, idgaf this is canon, SCIENCE probably, losing the plot halfway through, is Choerry a vampire or is she a prophet, a little bit of “Mommy”

~~~~~

Spring.

Light and warmth summon fast growth. It's a time that calls for maximum performance all 'round, but provides plentiful sustenance in return.

There's a lot to do! Ensuring future generations, and getting the world to bloom again.

Colors, scents, and bird song cast a spell over Seoul's spring worlds.

Early spring. At first, it's barely noticeable. The beginning of March, the nights are still frosty, and the trees, bare. The last of the winter's chill, still in the air. But the early returning flocks of birds signal a new start. In the fields and meadows, still bare from winter, the pleasurable anticipation is almost tangible. And by pleasurable anticipation, of course, I mean the incredibly rare species, known scientifically as Churchgirleum Yawjinius getting absolutely railed in the asshole by the equally rare species, Thiccdiccaeus Cherrinus.

A strange mating ritual, one might say, as they are not quite "mating" in the traditional sense, and thus are not considered to be, as is referred to, scientifically speaking, "sinning." Good thing, too, for they are performing this semi-pseudo mating ritual within the most sacred place of worship, the church. Let us now take a closer look, and see what we may learn from this quite unlikely interaction we've stumbled upon.

~~~

Yeojin's voice jumped with every syllable she spoke. "Fuck. Yes. Choe. Rry. Fuck. Me." The church pew she leaned over creaked each time her body lurched forward. The nails holding it to the floor weren't made for that kind of motion.

"Oh yeah Yeojin! My... peepee feels so good... in your bum!" Choerry cooed. She had to hold a particularly wide stance to get down to Yeojin's level, which meant her balls were free to swing ahead to slap Yeojin's pussy.

Neither of them were exactly dressed for a usual Sunday service, but at least Yeojin tried. She wore a "slightly modified" version of the classic religion-based school girl outfit: a very short tube top (but with straps) that would have been ever so slightly more modest if she hadn't discarded her jacket before the fucking began, a skirt that was most definitely not regulation length (for which she deserved a good spanking), socks that came up to her knees, and plain black flats.

Choerry was naked.

Nowhere to be seen in the entire church was a pair of panties (or any of Choerry's clothes for that matter), most likely because the little whores didn't wear them in the first place.

Besides the sounds of extreme not-technically-fornication, the chapel was silent, which meant it was absolutely not even a little bit remotely silent. Grunts, moans, claps, smacks, swearing, and mildly naughty words filled the air like a hymn. Depending on their denomination and if they were there, an entire choir might have joined in. On the hymn, not the sex, obviously, if it wasn’t obvious.

Choerry's butt fucking only increased in enthusiastic intensity as she drew closer and closer to orgasm, dragging Yeojin's legs further and further up the back of the pew. Eventually, Yeojin's feet left the floor and hung limp, bouncing off the old, cushionless wood. Her front half was bent over, and she gripped onto the front of the seat (though not because she noticed the subtle rocking of the pew as the nails were pulled out of the floor).

A stern, stoic, strangely stupid, feminine voice rang out from the back of the church. “In the name of all that is holy, what are you doing?!”

Though Yeojin was too dickmatized to even properly notice, Choerry squealed and jumped at the shouting, in just the right forward direction and with just the right momentum that those weak-ass pew nails couldn’t hold up to the thrust. The sudden rush toward the floor, exceptionally loud crash of wood on wood, and Choerry’s uncontrolled, crushing weight, however, certainly did get Yeojin’s attention. The two of them groaned on the floor, and only ten percent of their combined groaning at that point had anything to do with a slowly closing gaped asshole.

Time to ponder said gape was in short supply however, as they heard rushed footsteps coming their way.

“Y-Yeojin, we gotta go!” Choerry whispered far too loudly.

“Hold it right there!” shouted the new stranger.

Yeojin’s eyes shot open (like her butt). “Fuckin! Is that the goddamn priest?!”

Choerry grimaced. “Is that… Are you allowed to say that?”

The one of them more concerned with being caught than bad language pointed at the confessional booth. “Quick! In there!”

~~~

Incredible. Haven’t we already learned so much?

Now, escaping predators is often a frantic affair, and we see it is no different here with Yawjinius and Cherrinus. When a creature sees a burrow that will fit them nicely, whether or not they constructed it themselves, they will quickly resort to using it. Sometimes, they do this without taking any consequences whatsoever into account. For example, what if the burrow is one-ended, and the only way out is the way they went in, directly into the awaiting jaws of the predator?

Of course, a booth is an extremely short one-ended burrow. At least this one has doors! Let’s see if Yawjinius and Cherrinus are able to escape.

~~~

Useless fists pounded on both doors of the booth. “Hey! Get out of there! You’re not supposed to…” The doors rattled a bit. “Why are there locks on these?!”

Choerry wiped the sweat off her forehead. “I can’t believe we made it without being recognized. I’ve never run that fast in my entire life, I think.”

“Yeah yeah,” Yeojin groaned, “Well we gotta figure out what we’re going to do—Why are you standing on the seat?”

“You can see me?!”

“These mesh things obscure nothing. Of course I can. And your cock looks fucking delish. Stand back for a second.”

Yeojin maneuvered around awkwardly in the cramped space until she was nearly upside down and able to kick a hole in the wooden mesh. Doing so resulted in a frightened squeal from Choerry, and a "What in God's name?!" from the dumb shit outside the booth.

It took no time at all for Choerry to get the point and stick her dick through the impromptu glory hole. Apprehension would have been warranted, since the hole was encircled by splintered wood, but something something joke about her hardwood being harder.

The good little sucklicant she was, Yeojin knelt on the seat and wrapped her throat around Choerry’s Thiccdiccaeus.

"Yeojin, your bum feels different!"

Yeojin gagged in response.

"Oh." Choerry backed up slightly to make small thrusts into the orifice she then realized her cock was actually inside. Thankfully she was not stupid enough to think an asshole could gag on a dick. In the literal sense. The asshole that chased them into the confessional booth, however, could.

"I'm getting a key!" the asshole shouted. Her rapidly disappearing footsteps proved her to be a bitch of her word.

While it would have been an ideal opportunity for Yeojin and Choerry to escape in that moment, they decided not to, because deepthroat glory holes in confessional booths are tight as hell.

“Y-Yeojin, your mouth is tight as heck.”

Yeojin gagged in response.

Choerry began bucking, barely bothering to back off or brake, betting the bitch below would brave the barrage. Brewing in her balls, a big batch of baby batter was braced to bust… Boobs.

All of that was to say, Choerry was about to add to the mess on Yeojin’s side of the booth. Already, ejected spit was dripping down Yeojin’s side of the wall, and had drenched the front of Yeojin’s outfit. Not much of it had reached the bare wooden seat, given the astounding absorbency of Yeojin’s clothing, but the seat was still drenched. As one might recall, Yeojin’s panties were nowhere to be found, and her unused pussy and asshole leaked natural and unnatural lubrications respectively at a truly bonkers rate.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna come, Yeojin!”

Yeojin gagged in response. Really, it couldn’t be expected that she would do anything else. She had a big cock fully blocking off her entire esophagus. For posterity’s sake, what she would have said out loud was “For as excited as I am to have your load bloating my stomach, I am exasperated with your insistence on not using adult sexual terminology. Don’t say ‘come.’ Just say ‘cum.’ Say it with me. Cum. Cum. Cum. Fuck it, I’d even accept ‘climax,’ or something equally as romance novel-esque. You know what? Be clinical about it. Just say ‘ejaculate’ and—gag gargle gargle gargle gag gag gargle.” at which point, Yeojin would have become just drunk enough on her asphyxiation to stop thinking in so much detail.

The cum was not to come, however. The lock on Choerry’s side clicked open and she shrieked as she was pulled out. Yeojin’s throat was vacated in one, swift, barely splinter-avoidant motion. Immediately after, there was silence.

Until Yeojin's door flew open and she was yanked out of the booth!

Yeojin screamed, "Let me go, you goblin fuc—... goddammit Vivi! Who the fuck invited you?"

Yes, it was the worst, dumbest, and most pointless member of Loona, Vivi, who was the buzzkill. She was dressed up like some stupid collar-wearing priest. Or she was just making clergy look bad. It was hard to say.

"Yeojin! You can't have sex in a church! What are you thinking?"

"Boo you whore. Where's Choerry?"

Vivi shrugged. "She ran away as soon as she saw me. Real fast."

"Who wouldn't, you dumb bitch?"

"Ugh! Come with me, already."

"Why not? I have nothing better to do now that Choerry and her magnificent cock are gone."

~~~

Vivi has no scientific classification, as she is a bitch, and no scientist wants to be associated with her. But I guess she has to be in this documentary now that she's here, so we'll call her Stoopidiot Vivwhore or something. Honestly, nobody cares.

Well anyway, Vivwhore is taking Yawjinius to the church's office, but it feels like there's no more point to narrating here because Vivwhore ruins everyone's time. Really, I'm sorry she's even here.

I'll go get a stiff drink and come back a little drunk. Maybe then I can put up with her bullshi—Hey, it's Jinso—I mean Skinnierbutlongershlongius Jinsolitus! She's already completely stark-ass naked! And she's kicking Vivwhore out of the office! Excellent! Now we can continue this documentary in high spirits.

It looks like Jinsolitus is also interested in mating with Yawjinius. A dance of courtship begins. As we can see, this dance is quite frenzied. Yawjinius obviously wants to mate as well, having gone unfinished with Cherrinus, but she needs to test the fitness of her potential new mate. She can do this by... trying to escape?

Yawjinius wants to mate, I'm quite sure. Yes, she is merely testing Jinsolitus with a race in the very limited space of the church office, and making sure Jinsolitus is capable of dodging predators by throwing bibles at her. Ouch, that one looks like it hurt. And there goes Yawjinius, vaulting over the desk and toward—OH DAMN, did you see the way Jinsolitus caught her right out of the air and slammed her on the desk?! That looked unnecessarily painful! I guess that's what she gets for leaving some of her clothes on. I mean, that's a rough mating dance! Oh, and now she's pushing her dick down Yawjinius' throat.

~~~

The desk inched forward with every one of Jinsoul's violent thrusts.

"Fucking slut! That hurt!" Jinsoul shouted, referring to the reversed, red, hilariously accurate imprint of a "Holy Bible's" front cover on the side of her face.

Yeojin gagged in response. A few times. A bunch actually. It may not have really been an intentional response. Her throat wasn't massively stretched like it was when it had Choerry’s dick in it, but Jinsoul's felt like it was nearly battering the entrance to her stomach. Her response to Jinsoul might have actually been the way she clawed at Jinsoul's ass and kicked wildly in the air (hard to tell). Having her back slammed on a pastor's desk knocked the wind out of her, and it didn't make meaningful communication any easier. All this ignoring the huge cock blocking her vocal chords.

Jinsoul snatched Yeojin’s arms away fromher butt. "Bitch! Cut it out! Ugh!"

To immobilize Yeojin entirely, Jinsoul clambered onto her knees on top of the desk, pushing Yeojin down so her ass hung off the opposite side, and trapped Yeojin’s elbows in the crooks of her legs. This meant Jinsoul couldn't achieve the perfect angle on Yeojin’s head to insert herself entirely, but her dick was, as cannot be understated, fucking long as hell.

Yeojin heaved her lower body up in one last attempt at a kick to Jinsoul's face, but Jinsoul easily caught her feet and held her in place. Yeojin was thoroughly stuck, with her short skirt flipping down (or up, from her perspective) to expose her most vulnerable zone to Jinsoul. Talk about a mistake. Or a predicament. Or a... you know… definitely consensual upside-down throat fuck? Emphasis on that question mark.

"You're fucking mine, you little sex toy!" Jinsoul released a foot briefly to three-finger slap Yeojin's clitoris like a carnival hammer game with a defective button, and she clearly intended to win the biggest teddy bear.

If there were ever a scream that could be described as both muffled and blood-curdling, it was Yeojin's in that moment. Her fingers flexed uselessly in the air to either side of Jinsoul's hips.

Jinsoul shuddered and bounced her ass as hard as she could without accidentally releasing Yeojin’s arms. Her pussy dripped onto Yeojin’s nose, and the juice rolled down to mix with Yeojin’s flowing tears. "Yeah! Do that again! I love your vibration mode! Haha!"

Another full-force smack broke the bell at the tippy top of the game, splashing a surprising quantity of Yeojin’s underutilized pussy juice onto Jinsoul's face. Yeojin lost any control she had been trying to hold onto. Her burning lungs tried (and failed) to shove air out around Jinsoul's cock, only serving to increase Jinsoul's enjoyment. Her muscles also failed, and a stream of piss fired out of her, nearly straight up and back down in a short arc to soak her skirt, top, face, and Jinsoul's stomach. She didn't really register the taste as it reached Jinsoul's cock and was therefore shoved against her tongue. The desk was drenched. Expense papers, tithe reports, and even more bibles were saturated in slightly yellow liquid. It would be a genuinely gross shame for Yeojin to drown like that, which was not too far from happening.

It was a good thing Jinsoul was always a quick shot!

With one last bounce of her ass, Jinsoul sighed heavily and emptied herself almost directly into Yeojin’s stomach. She released Yeojin’s legs, letting them thump limply against the front of the desk, so she could squeeze her own tits and pinch her own nipples (probably since Yeojin’s were still hiding under a piss-soaked shirt).

Thirty or so belly-bloating seconds later, Jinsoul made the long, long, long, we-get-it-your-dick-is-very long slide out of Yeojin’s mouth. Seriously, that was like a half a meter of cock. Or it just seemed to be that big in comparison to tiny little Yeojin.

The last few centimeters allowed Yeojin’s airways to open up. She gasped and coughed and frantically thrashed around, slapping Jinsoul's legs. Puddles of her piss on the desk spread around as she hacked up her lungs.

"You insane fuckwad—hurk—shitfish!" She managed to scream between coughs. "You wanna fuckin' KILL ME?!"

Jinsoul stood on the desk, feet on either side of Yeojin’s head, wiggling her toes in the piss puddles. "Well like sometimes, yeah," she said, deadpan, "Hey, you're covered in pee."

"Bitch, I fucking know!"

~~~

Wow. What a turn of events that couldn’t have been predicted.

Hey look, now Jinsolitus is urinating on Yawjinius. That's a post-mating ritual, despite having not mated properly. Yes it was, as is Yawjinius repeatedly punching Jinsolitus in the dick. Oh, don't worry, nobody’s getting hurt. We can hope. I mean definitely not. Trust me, I’m a biologist*.

Poor Yawjinius. It seems that Jinsolitus is not simply a mate, but a predator in disguise, like one of those various invertebrates that engages in breeding and then immediately eats their mate. Though, in this particular situation, no breeding occurred, even if Yawjinius does appear to be a little bit bloated. And also in this particular situation, Jinsolitus is probably not going to eat her, if for no other reason than eating someone covered in mixed piss would be nasty. Eating each other isn’t really a thing in this ecosystem, actually.

If Yawjinius now wants to continue her day of faux mating, but not fornicating because they’re still in a church, she must now decide if she will attempt to further engage Jinsolitus, or leave unsatisfied.

~~~

Yeojin flicked the runny fluids off her eyelashes and glared at Jinsoul. “If I wasn’t so horny, I’d tell you to leave… but are you going to fuck my ass now or not?”

“I believe we’d both have to leave, considering we don’t own this place,” Jinsoul said with a shrug, “But, uh, no. I’m going to rail your mouth agai—”

The office door slammed open.

Vivi stepped into the office, pointing accusingly at Yeojin. “There she is! The demon possessed!”

Yeojin and Jinsoul stared back. Jinsoul was the first to speak. “You gonna finish that sentence?”

Vivi’s stupid hand faltered. “H-huh?”

“You said… ugh.” Jinsoul put her fingers to her forehead. “The demon possessed who? Yeojin?”

“Yeah.”

“Why are you such a moron, Vivi? Why are you even here?”

Rather than engage in the conversation, Yeojin started fingering her ass. She was really missing Choerry’s contribution to her pleasure.

“I-I’m not! I brought some exorcists with me so they can expel the demon.”

On cue, Heejin and Haseul walked through the door behind Vivi. Though, to her surprise (and let’s face it: everything surprises someone that dumb), both of them were entirely naked and stroking their cocks.

“Are we… in the right place?” Heejin asked, looking concerned.

“Yuuup yup!” Haseul chimed, biting her lip for a moment and doing double finger guns at Yeojin. “Gonna push that demon out her mouth from the opposite end!”

~~~

Collosollacockium Heejineulum and Gargantuagockus Hahsullicus are not, in fact, exorcists. Both of them, however, are hung (in the sense that their dicks are relatively close to Cherrinus’ length and girth, that is).

With Jinsolitus now chasing Vivwhore out of the office for a second time, perhaps Yawjinius now has the opportunity to properly mate. But there are two potential mates for her to choose from! Both appear to be physically fit, capable, and good for passing on desirable qualities to their offspring. Perhaps a contest is in order to determine which of the two will continue their genetic—Wait, right. They're just here to fuck her ass. Breeding would imply vaginal intercourse, but they can't do that because they're in a church. What a silly mistake for a very professional biologist* to make.

Either way, they still need to determine who gets to do the honors. "The honors" being Yawjinius' butthole. Let's observe and see how they—Or Hahsullicus can just force Heejineulum to go first. Well, I guess they're going for it. Let's continue to watch.

~~~

Yeojin was on her side on the desk, with Heejin spooning her. Heejin was grimacing, biting down on her lips.

“The fuck’s wrong with you, Heejin?” Yeojin asked.

“… It’s in my hair…”

“What is? The piss? No duh, Herlock. That’ll happen when you lie down in it.”

“Haseul pushed me… Why are we doing this here?”

“She pushed me too. Whatcha gonna do about it? The correct answer is ‘fuck your ass.’”

Haseul, standing between their legs, laughed, “Oooh, it’s not so bad Heejin. See?” She picked up one of the piss-saturated bibles and licked the cover. Heejin looked like she might puke, but Haseul smacked her lips a couple of times, trying to pick up on the taste. “Huh… is that yours or Jinsoul’s?”

Yeojin scowled. “Probably both. Can we just…?”

“Oh totally,” Haseul said and gave the book another lick before tossing it over her shoulder and dropping to her knees.

A moment later, Yeojin felt a hand spreading her asshole from one side, and Heejin’s eyes shot open. A quiet slurping sound gave Yeojin the impression that Haseul was licking or sucking Heejin’s dick.

One more moment later, Heejin’s cock was pushed up against Yeojin’s half-spread hole and shoved in. “Aw yeah, that works,” Yeojin moaned in delight. “E-ew, fuck,” Heejin moaned in also-delight-but-still-also-disgust.

Heejin’s thrusts were long and slow, but always ended with a quick pound, rippling her thighs and Yeojin’s butt. Each one spiked Yeojin’s head with sexual power. She might have been a little turned off to see the way Heejin nervously avoided touching as many wet surfaces as possible, including herself, but that’s what’s so great about the spooning position!

Haseul strolled around the desk, pushing pens, papers, and crucifixes off to clatter and/or shlop to the floor. Her focus remained on her members though, watching the way they (mostly Yeojin) writhed on the soaked surface.

“Fuck, Yeojin,” Heejin breathed. It seemed that was all she could manage to say, but Yeojin knew the implication: Her asshole was tight, it milked Heejin’s whole cock, and it needed to be painted with cum. The usual, really. She reached back to sensually cradle Heejin’s head, unable to see Heejin cringing away from her wet hand.

Haseul, on the other hand, she could see, climbing onto the desk on her hands and knees before dropping down, brushing her tits through the remaining puddles. She lifted Yeojin’s head a bit awkwardly to the side. “Open your mouth for me, baby.”

Yeojin did as she was told, and Haseul kissed her deeply. However, “kiss” in this case meant “tongue fuck” and “deeply” in this case meant that Haseul was licking parts of her that are far enough in the body as to have no slang words to describe them. Under most circumstances, it could have been quite uncomfortable, but with Heejin’s colossal cock pumping her ass and the surprising tenderness that Haseul tongue fucked her with, Yeojin found herself literally gushing.

“I think I can taste a liiittle bit of Jinsoul’s cum in there,” Haseul said after who-knows-how-many minutes of licking the entire interior of Yeojin’s mouth.

Perfectly on cue, Yeojin burped, filling her mouth with the smell of the gallon of fish jizz sloshing around her stomach. “Yup.”

“That and, ya’ know, the pee.”

A loud “hurk” came from behind Yeojin, and Haseul giggled. “Aw, Heejin! Are you okay?”

“Sorry… That’s just… nasty.” Heejin slowed down her thrusting considerably.

Yeojin rolled her eyes and twisted her upper body so she could personally deliver a look of boredom and disappointment.

With a devious smirk, Haseul slinked off the desk and around so she could lean over Heejin’s head. “You poor baby. I promise it’s not so bad! I’ll tell you what. If you make out with our little froggy while you fuck her, I’ll rewaaard you—”

Yeojin couldn’t hear most of what Haseul then whispered in Heejin’s ear, but Heejin’s expression shifted from consternation to surprise, and from surprise to desperation. Whatever the reward was, it was good, and it ended with Haseul pulling away, but reaching down to swirl a finger around Heejin’s nipple. “And when we get home, I’ll give you a nice…” She lightly pinched, forcing Heejin to moan. “Hot… looong… bath.”

Yeojin watched a sudden hunger overtake Heejin’s eyes, and had no time to react to the pounce. Heejin’s tongue was battling hers in a fraction of a second, and her thrusts into Yeojin’s asshole turned feral. Yeojin was definitely not complaining.

The ferocity of Heejin’s fucking distracted Yeojin from whatever Haseul was doing. There was only a split second, when Heejin backed off to gasp desperately at some new sensation, that Yeojin saw Haseul, one hand hidden behind Heejin’s lovely hips, and the other pointing her cock roughly at the place where Heejin’s cock met Yeojin’s ass. Alarms fired in her brain, but she couldn’t raise a finger to protest as Heejin wrapped her in a sloppy, moist bear hug.

As expected, a slight pressure at the rim of Yeojin’s butt turned into an unimaginable stretch, shoved in deeper by Heejin’s cock. A shock of adrenaline ran through her entire body and time slowed down. Haseul was pushing Yeojin’s legs out of the way and slamming into her asshole alongside Heejin, but totally out of sync. Her movements were smoother than Heejin’s, and far deeper considering her more advantageous position. Yeojin screamed into Heejin’s mouth, but nobody checked to see if the scream came from pain or pleasure (it was pleasure).

After an eternity, Heejin loosened her constriction, and Yeojin didn't know what to do with her hands. She flapped them around, covered the parts of her face not overwhelmed by Heejin, grabbed her own tits under her shirt, held her knees back, pulled her hair, groped at Haseul, latched onto Heejin’s arm, and punched the air in rapid succession over and over and not necessarily in that order. Her expression changed just as fast between agony, ecstasy, and anything else that might indicate she was losing her mind to the double anal fucking. And when Heejin separated their faces for air, Yeojin struggled to say more than one repeated word.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fu—ungh! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. AaaAAAH! Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

“Mommy…” Heejin moaned, looking up at Haseul, “Your cock feels so good squeezed against mine.”

Haseul smiled. “And your butt looks so cute with my finger in it, baby girl.”

“Dear god,” Yeojin managed to mumble, ignoring the awkward, sexually charged lovey doviness.

~~~

That double penetration went so much more smoothly than I ever could have anticipated, sheesh. I—Well I’m not god, but what can I do for you?

“I’d do anything for one more cock right now.”

Hold up. What are you doing, Yawjinius?

“The fuck do you mean?”

I mean how are you talking to me right now?

“You’re here and so am I, fuckwit. Do I get another cock in my ass or not?”

Now hang on there. You’re currently being fucked in a church office.

“How would you know that if you’re not god? And by the way I think it’s called a ‘sacristy.’”

Nobody knows what a sacristy is! When you say “office” a very similar image is conjured in the mind to what a sacristy looks like! Not to mention, “office” is far more non-denominational, and far less likely to cause anybody specific to get offende—I… what… dear viewer, I’m sorry for this, uh… technical difficulty? Yes, a perfectly normal technical difficulty that documentaries often experience.

“Viewer? You got cameras around here?”

No, no. Nothing so crude. I think “viewer” was the wrong term. I should have said “reader.”

“Well that’s a fuckin’ shame. I was hoping to get a recording of this.”

~~~

“Is… Yeojin okay?” Heejin asked.

“Thaaat’s a good question. Can you tell what she’s saying?”

Yeojin’s muttering was nearly inaudible.

“I think she implied she was talking to god…”

“Oh. Yiiikes.”

“Should we… stop fucking her? Give her a break? A different kind, I mean… since her mind is clearly fucked up.”

“Nah, she’s fine.”

~~~

“Whatever, god. Are you going to answer my prayer or not?”

To reiterate, not god. There will be no prayer answering.

“I don’t care what you fucking call it. Grant my wish. Make my dream come true. Third cock, chop chop. Make it snappy.”

…

“Are you trying to IGNORE me?!”

Members of the order Loonatoris prefer to nest in groups—

“HEY! Perk them ears up, home slice!”

Here, they’re well-protected, and they can mate endlessly in the colorful shadows cast by panes of stained glass—

“Fuck your stained glass! Heejin and Haseul’s dicks are great, but I want more!”

Could you get off my back? Maybe I can’t just make a third penis randomly appear. Did you consider that?

“Yeah right. I believe in you. You got this, god.”

Oh my… Look, Jinsoul’s out there somewhere. Just go find her.

“Pff, nah. She only wants to fuck my mouth.”

Vivi then.

“Ew, no.”

Good point. Nobody wants that. Well what about Choerry?

“Look. I’m far too busy getting double ass-railed to go traipsing around searching for that weirdo. Can’t you just call someone for me?”

I can’t call anyon—You know what? Fine. Fuck it. Oh wow. Another fascinating creature is on her way into the church right now who might want to mate with Yawjinius. Are you happy now?

“That sounded very sarcastic, but yes. What the hell is ‘Yawjinius’ though?”

It’s obviously you. It’s your scientific classification.

“Weird, but okay. Thanks god. I owe you one.”

Not god.

“Sure. Whatever you say.”

Unbelievable… Alright, where were we? Yes, Hahsullicus and Heejineulum have lifted Yawjinius off the desk and into their arms and they’re carrying her back out into the chapel. Did you catch why they decided to do that? I was super distracted. Oh well, doesn’t matter. They’re, uh, taking her out into the open to… dammit, I’m going to go get that drink. I’ll come back for the science stuff in a minute.

~~~

“Phew!” Heejin wiped her forehead as she laid Yeojin back on the lectern and glared at Haseul. “She is so much heavier than she looks… Two people should be able to lift her, like, twice as easily as that…”

“Huh?” asked Haseul, who hadn’t broken a sweat. “Oh! Oooh yeah. What’s she been eating? Raw iron?”

Yeojin gasped and sat up, sliding a couple centimeters down the pair’s dicks. All three of them moaned a little.

Haseul recovered first. “Heeey, Yeojin! Finally awake?”

“Wh-what? What happened?”

“Oh honeeey,” Haseul cooed, and stroked Yeojin’s hair, “You started speaking in tongues to someone who wasn’t there.”

Heejin cut in. “Then you started cumming, but it was like… a super long orgasm. After a minute, you just passed out.”

“And so you carried me into the most fucking obviously visible part of the church without even taking your cocks out of my asshole? Just right out in the open where anyone could catch us?”

“Yyyup,” said Haseul, “Guess we could have thought that through a little better.”

Yeojin squinted. “What the fuck are you talking about? That’s exactly what I would have done too.”

Heejin shivered. Droplets of piss fell out of her hair and onto the chancel. “We could have at least looked around for some towels.”

“Just use that.” Haseul pointed at the altar, over which was a very soft-looking cloth.

“But there’s… candles and shit on it.”

“Nobody cares that you’re soaked in pee,” Yeojin said, poking Heejin in the boob, “We’re all soaked in pee. Blame Jinsoul. She’s a bitch.”

Haseul sighed, leaning against the lectern. “Awww, but I didn’t get soaked in—”

“That’s your own damn fault,” Yeojin interrupted, “Now help me find the third cock I made god promise me.”

Heejin and Haseul stared at each other for at least ten seconds. Haseul was the first to start pulling her dick out of Yeojin. “Maaaybe we should go home. Or a hospit—Ow!”

Yeojin grabbed and dug her nails into Haseul’s hips and held her in place. “No, let’s wait. God promised.”

Heejin fidgeted with her fingers. “Yeojin… I don’t think he promised you anything…”

“God wasn’t a ‘he,’ bitch.”

“Sorry…? She?”

“No, no. You shouldn’t make assumptions about god’s gende—”

Just then, the front doors to the church burst open, flooding the chapel with light. A single silhouette of a fairly curvy body with a massive schlong hanging between its legs stood in the doorway, striking a powerful stance. The doors then slowly shut, creaking loudly, but the figure shoved them apart again and took several steps forward. Once the intense backlight was gone, it was apparent who the newcomer was.

Yeojin said it first, whispering the name, “Enormustothepointofabsurditinicumphallussis Hiyunjicum…”

“What?” Heejin and Haseul said simultaneously.

~~~

Alright, I’m back. Nothing weird better have happ—How does she know Hyunjin’s scientific classification?!

~~~

All eyes (six of them, to be specific, since her own are not included) were on Hyunjin. She looked from side to side and shifted uncomfortably. “Why is everyone looking at me?”

Haseul was the first to speak. “Yeojin’s prayer was answered!”

“I didn’t pray though, apparently” Yeojin said. Her voice sounded a little wet from the drool, “But Hyunjin is a literal gift from god. Hyunjin! Get up here!”

“Why?!” Hyunjin shouted back across the church, “You sound like a crazy person!”

Heejin snickered. “That’s nothing new.”

“I want you to fuck my ass at the same time as Haseul and Heejin!”

“Okay! My mistake! You sound like an insane person!”

“You just walked into a church totally naked!” Yeojin screamed, “Who the fuck is the crazy person here?!”

“I just watched Haseul and Heejin do it a minute ago and I’m sixty percent sure nobody saw me! I’m just doing what they’re doing!”

“What does it look like they’re doing right now?!”

There was a long pause. Echoes from the shouting match finally died down.

“That’s some solid logic!” Hyunjin shouted, “I’ll be right there!”

“So… what exactly are we doing now?” Heejin asked.

Yeojin shrugged. “I thought it was pretty simple. The two of you keep fucking me, and Hyunjin fucks me too.”

Haseul briefly attempted to reason things out. “I think she meant—Weeell,” and she quickly gave up, “Aaalright. Heejin, grab my shoulder with that hand… Yup, perfect, and now we each lift one of her legs.”

Heejin watched Haseul suspiciously to make sure she was doing her part as they hoisted Yeojin up into a throne made of their arms and dicks. The jostling and unintentional thrusting made Yeojin close her eyes and whine. She was getting antsy about the impending triple penetration. She wouldn’t have to wait long… as long as no more odd interruptions occurred.

When Yeojin opened her eyes, she lurched back in shock. Hyunjin was already directly in front of her like some kind of perverted, holy ghost (not even in an offensive way if you note the placement of the comma).

“Are you ready Yeojin?” Hyunjin asked, with her cock already poised between Heejin’s and Haseul’s.

Yeojin looked down. There were a few dicks among all idols that were known for being exceptionally large. Karina’s, Shownu’s, Johnny’s, Handong’s, and a few others’. Hyunjin’s was a secret contender, only having been unleashed upon someone outside of Loona for the first time within the last year. Luda had advised that “my pussy will never be the same,” shortly after the second to last Queendom episode’s recording, and had walked with a limp until the day before their final performance.

Every other member of Loona, including Yeojin, had their experience with Hyunjin, and were highly unlikely to be rendered catatonic. Yeojin was, however, having her doubts. Two well above average dicks were already enough to get her to meet god but a third? And Hyunjin’s humongous hammer, to be specific? She was likely to meet Chuuthulhu.

~~~

To reiterate, not god. Not an elder god either.

~~~

And yet, Yeojin absolutely could not say no. She nodded once, and her asshole was swiftly stretched out to an incomprehensible degree. She hung her head back in a silent scream of theorized-and-yet-surprising ecstasy. Surely nothing could fill her ass more than these three cocks. That is not foreshadowing. Seriously, nothing could fill her ass more than those three cocks in that moment. Nobody else was going to fit, logistically, in the space around Yeojin, to be able to put another cock in her ass. Her throat, perhaps, if one were to stand on someone else’s shoulders, but certainly not her ass. The three cocks in her were overall the volumetrically largest available. Nobody was going to leave the church to get Karina, for example, to replace one of the cocks currently in place just to increase the amount of cock filling Yeojin’s asshole. This story is dumb enough. One should not expect more people to randomly appear and take part in this anal gangbang. The cover for this story has already been made and while it was made with minimal effort, no more effort needs to be put into it. Even if they really got in close to each other like they were trying to take a group selfie, not a single additional person could possibly get where they needed to be to insert themselves to be the fourth cock inside Yeojin. No, you’re convincing yourself.

Heejin whined, writhed, and struggled to stay in place as Hyunjin slowly sawed in and out. Haseul grinned, bit her lip, and giggled. Hyunjin herself stared hungrily at Yeojin’s wet tube top-covered tits.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Haseul asked, dropping a hand to grope Heejin’s ass.

Heejin’s response was to first say, “M-mommy, she’s smushing our dicks together so tight,” and second to immediately lean over to kiss Haseul.

Haseul sweetly returned the kiss and crooned lovingly.

“Stating the obvious during sex is so weird…” Hyunjin murmured before speeding up her thrusts.

All of the women moaned in a four-part chorus of chaos and disharmony, nearly drowning out the sloppy noise of lube slipping around everybody’s dicks and the more subtle sound of the fish jizz in Yeojin’s stomach being sloshed around.

Yeojin’s legs flopped up and down by Hyunjin’s sides like excessive ragdoll physics. She was no longer an active participant (not that she had been for the last several encounters), merely allowing the lust and unblinking enthusiasm of mostly Hyunjin to move her as needed to bring them all ever closer to paradisiacal simultaneous orgasm.

The simultaneous part didn’t include Yeojin. She was already cumming, hard and repeatedly, so fast and frequently as to have resembled a genuine medical emergency…

~~~

“Yo, god.”

Dammit, not god! Now what?!

“Came back to say thanks. I figured I sounded a little ungrateful before, so… thanks for the third cock.”

Honestly I had nothing to do with—Actually, you’re welcome. Can we go back to what we were doing now, separately?

“Yeah. Just one question though. This three cocks in my ass thing is kind of the greatest thing of all time, and in my head I described it a moment ago as ‘so good I’m gonna fucking die.’ Am I about to fucking die?”

How should I know?

“I would assume you’d know, being g—I mean a documentary narrator.”

Hm. I suppose there have been one or two moments in the last few minutes in which your potential demise has been mentioned, and there could be a whole circle of life narrative in here.

“Wow. Fucked right to death. That’s pretty metal.”

Ferrous indeed, but no. I’d say you’re fine.

“Living would probably be the ideal outcome. I’m gonna have to experience this triple penetration again, for sure… Damn, I’m such a fucking slut.”

I believe Jinsolitus used the term sex toy.

“Haha, alright that works. You’re cool, god. You know that?”

Definitely not.

“Not cool? What a nerd.”

No, I mean god. Not god, you scoundrel.

“I’m gonna call someone at Second Ring to tell them to name a fleshlight that looks like me ‘Scoundrel.’”

Sure. Okay… Ah, the circle of life. And by that I mean nobody is dying and everybody is having a great time fucking Yeojin’s ass or occasionally her mouth. Her ass is the circle, though somewhat triangular at the moment, and she is feeling extra alive. Ergo: circle of life.

~~~

Heejin halted her kiss with Haseul. “Hey, I’m going to cum soon… Where should—”

“Wow, me too,” interrupted Hyunjin.

“Inside me! Inside!” Yeojin screamed, her lack of volume control now a consequence of her five dozenth orgasm.

Heejin squinted at Hyunjin as they both continued to bounce Yeojin up and down between them. “It hasn’t been that long. You’re cumming already?”

“Hey, some people just jizz sooner than others,” Jinsoul said.

Everybody except Yeojin looked down. Jinsoul was sitting on the floor behind Haseul, and was pushing a very large metal cup into the center of the gangbang.

Hyunjin glanced side to side, not at anybody in particular. “Are we doing a countdown or something?”

Haseul stroked Hyunjin’s arm. “You can cum aaany time you would like. I would love to feel your batter covering my cock and Heejin’s, packing this little froggy sooo full of—”

A squeak from Heejin distracted Haseul from continuing, “Yes… mommy!”

The first and likely smallest load was pumped out of Heejin and into the very cramped interior of Yeojin’s butt. Liquid also came out of Yeojin’s mouth, but it was drool. The hot, sticky, not-piss filled every bit of space it could reach before some had to be ejected down and out from between the three dicks and into Jinsoul’s big cup. The cup is probably foreshadowing.

With that, Heejin triggered Hyunjin’s orgasm, and Haseul figured she might as well cum too. Their combined semen blasted out of every nook and gap. Yeojin’s orgasms continued throughout, overloading her mind. Her tongue fell out of her mouth and her eyes rolled. Being fucked silly was kind of one of her hallmarks, but being fucked silly into endless orgasms on three dicks at once was a nice departure from the norm (the norm was generally one to three orgasms).

Hyunjin was the first to pull out of Yeojin, her dick being followed by a massive spurt of semen before Yeojin’s ass closed up again. She wasn’t quite gaped enough to let everything out while still plugged up with two more cocks. When Haseul and Heejin pulled out at the same time though, an absolute torrent of cum overfilled Jinsoul’s big cup thing and pooled all over the floor around it, quickly covering everyone’s feet.

Jinsoul picked up the cup. “Yeah, this will do nicely.”

Stumbling back (and thus revealing she wasn’t doing anything to help hold Yeojin up), Haseul looked Jinsoul up and down. “Yooou’re not planning on forcing Yeojin to drink all of that are you? Also where’d you get that?”

“Trust me. If you weren’t here to stop me, I’d be forcing this shit down Yeojin’s face with a funnel and a leaf blower. But as it stands I have other plans. And this old thing? It was in a corner somewhere with a plaque that said ‘holy water.’ Didn’t seem important so I dumped it.”

Hyunjin took Haseul’s step away as her cue to do the same, and dropped Yeojin’s legs, ceremoniously because they were in a church but no different from how she’d drop Yeojin normally. Heejin may have been strong, but the sudden gravitational force broke her grip. Yeojin flopped onto the floor, barely conscious, pouring jizz from her ass, and laying in a lake of it.

As the only one with any shame in the church, apparently, Heejin blushed. “Sorry… she slipped.”

Haseul shrugged. “She’s alright. She even managed to get this far without a drop of cum on her face.”

“Except,” Jinsoul noted, “I came in her face, and pissed on it.”

Hyunjin scowled. “Wait, is that why she was all wet?”

“Yes. She also pissed on herself,” Jinsoul stated.

“Oh…” Hyunjin started to walk away.

Yeojin’s eyes fluttered open. “Fuck… Am I still alive?”

Haseul knelt down in the lake of cum and patted Yeojin’s forehead. “You sure are! Aaand you’re a fantastic, field-tested triple cock sleeve!”

Yeojin sat up, jizz dripping off of her back and hair. As soon as she turned around, rapid footsteps approached, and suddenly Choerry dropped to her knees next to Haseul, furiously jerking herself off.

“I’m arriving, Yeojin! Please take my white stuff!”

Nobody had a good reaction for Choerry’s arrival, or for her arrival. Copious quarts of cum coated her quarry’s countenance, completely covering Yeojin, cranium to clitoris.

Yeojin wiped globs of cum off of her eyes. “Where the fuck did you run off to, Choerry?”

Choerry twitched as her orgasm died down. “Well I kind of hid in the rafters, and then behind that thing.” She pointed at the altar.

Haseul laughed. “Well, at least one specific person got lost and hasn’t showed up again.”

Jinsoul hopped off the chancel and past the knocked-over pew. “Not exactly.”

“What’s that mean?” Heejin asked as she helped Yeojin to her feet with no small amount of difficulty as they both slipped a bit here and there. Everybody made their way toward the exit, moving a bit slowly for Yeojin’s benefit, leaving a trail of jizztastic gooeyness.

Against the far wall, everybody saw what Jinsoul was talking about and collectively groaned in disgust because it was that bitch whore stupid bitch Vivi. She was upside down, shoulders on the floor, back against the wall, and legs hanging down next to her head. Her priest outfit was quite disheveled and missing the pants at first glance, but at second glance it was clear that her pants had been used to tie her arms behind her back and to a curtain’s bottom pole.

“Ugh,” Yeojin moaned, “You didn’t just kick her all the way out?”

Jinsoul put a hand up. “Calm down yall. It’s not like I fucked her. Besides, this way we can go home without having to deal with her shit.” She hefted the holy water (or rather, holy cum) basin a little higher. “And also…”

Vivi looked desperately at the other members for help and tried to say something. That’s when everybody noticed her priest’s collar had been detached from where it had been and shoved into her mouth as a makeshift gag. And what a gag it was! Nobody needed to hear that dumb whore’s voice.

With a grunt, Jinsoul tossed the contents of the basin onto Vivi, drenching her in mixed cum and all the shame a terrible person like her deserves.

~~~

And so, Churgirleum Yawjinius and her friends, not including Vivwhore, stepped out of the church’s front doors, into the beautiful light of spring midday, enjoying a hearty laugh.

Yes, spring. The leaf canopy is getting denser as creatures play beneath. The shade provided will be important, as summer creeps ever closer.

For now, though, the clean, crisp air revitalizes all. The occasional light rain shower washes away any of the grime left from winter, and memories of the cold are long gone.

I think we’ve all discovered some new kinks here today, haven’t we, dear viewers? I’ll leave you with this fact, definitely about nature: Art is pointless. Exuberant and wonderful, but pointless. We say that we may be advanced by art and yet it does no such thing. We, nevertheless, are defined by our art, as are swaths of time. Pointless, art may be, but it is necessary.

Documentary fuckin’ accomplished.

~~~

*The narrator is not a biologist. You better fucking not be reading this footnote mid-story. Get back up there and finish reading the actual fic, dweeb!

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Hahah! I'm back at it! My version of a happy ending @desultory-novice 's Apologies AU! Part 1 here!

Part 2/4

The portal to the New World is still open and much more stable, thanks to Elfilin. Adeleine takes a deep breath before entering the portal. Although time works differently in this world, it's night there too. “Luckyyyy, this makes sneaking around easier!” Adeleine is taking any positives to calm her nerves.

Waddle Dee Town has expanded quite a bit since Kirby’s adventure here. It looks very different from the photos Kirby showed Adeleine. Opening up her map, she sees it was drawn up by some of the waddle dees using an old map they found depicting the New World’s former glory as a base. The one spot they didn’t really map out was… the Discovery Lab. Most of the waddle dees aren’t ready to go back there… She closes the map and heads towards the Natural Plains.

The gravel road turns to dirt and grass. Some of the building are being fixed up, turning them into a mixture of architect reminiscent of her original planet and the starry houses seeing in Dream Land. “Huh.” She stopped and stared. “It’s a bit like me… When did I stop seeing Shiver Star as my home? Dream Land, all of Popstar even has been my home for so long now.” She shakes her head. “This isn’t why I’m here.” With a new look of determination, she marches on.

Less and less buildings. The ground crunches under her shoes, sand! She reaches the Everybay Coast. The sun is starting to rise, reflecting beautiful colors onto the water. Adeleine runs out to the water. She dips her hand in the water; it’s not too cold. “Well it would be quicker to swim then to go around.” She jumps in. Squishies and blippers splash around. “I guess some of you preferred it here to Popstar, heehee.”

A shadow appears in the water under her. “Ah–!” A gnawcodile splashes out of the water. “An alligator!?” She reaches for her paint brush.

“Grrr…”

She points her brush at it. “... Oh! You’re part of the Beast Pack, right?”

The gnawcodile seems to nod. It motioned for Adeleine to get on.

“Are you offering me a ride? Thank you!” Adeleine hops on and they speed off.

“W-Whoa!” They sped by the sore line and weaved through currents, but eventually it stops at land. Adeleine hops off. “Thank you! This saved me so much time.” She waves goodbye as gnawcodile leaves. After a little more of a trek, she made it Wondaria Remains.

“Oh! This reminds me of that theme park Noir used to take me… I remembered he said mom and dad wanted to take us there before it closed…” She pauses. “I wish I remembered them better… I wish I asked Noir about them more often…” “If this works, then I still can. Please, let this work.”

The tile walkway has been washed and polished. A big stature with some mascot looking dogs, many planets, and a rocket looks to have a fresh coat of paint. There’s a nest on the top of the rocket with a white duck and some ducklings in it. “Awww.”

She walks up the stairs, a sign with a big “COMING SOON” posted on it in Popstarien. She then sees a peep board “‘Wish you were here’... Heh… If Noir was here, I would’ve asked for us to take a picture together. He would complain, ‘Come on, this is too cutesy for me.’ ‘But there’s two spots, I can’t do it alone!’ ‘Fine, fine, but next time it’s going to be you and Raquelle who’–” … “Raquelle…” Adeleine proceeds forward.

The waddle dees have been fixing up Wondaria. Adeleine has to step around loose cords and tools used for fixing up the rides. “Looks like Merry Magoland is going to have competition soon.” Some familiar Magoland stickers catch her eyes. “Or not.”

Many caution, ‘do not enter’ and ‘coming soon’ signs litter the rest Wondaria. Adeline decides it’s best to not poke around more than needed.

“Finally! The exit gates!” They are still a bit rusty, but luckily they open with little resistance. A cold breeze blows by. “A- A- CHOO!” She sniffles and pulls out the map. “Looks like I’m close to Winter Horns.”

She presses forward until reaching the snow. “A perfect blank canvas.” A few paintings later, Adeleine is bundled up, ready to take on the coldest of cold.

#desultory novice #dess #kirby #kirby series #adeleine #Adeleine Fontaine #noir #dms #noir (human dmk)#Noir Fontaine #dms noir #dark matter swordsman #apologies au #apologies au happy end #writing #drift can write!

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echantedtoon · 6 months

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Twilight Sparkle x Discord

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Silent. That was the way she liked it. After a long week of dealing with problems, it was nice just relaxing with a good book. She groaned just thinking about the last couple days. First she had a talk with the school fillies about the importance of friendship, then a MAJOR Spring clean up of her castle. Polishing every inch of the inside and out. Over seeing that year's Winter Wrap Up. A family dinner, and agreeing to watch her niece for a bit. Two friendship problems, a sleep over, and FINALLY a diplomatic meeting in Canterlot with Princess Celestia and Luna. It seemed she could finally relax without being interrupted as Spike agreed to help Rarity and Fluttershy with a pet fashion line, Rainbow was doing Wonderbolt training, and Pinkie was helping A.J. plain Big Mac's birthday. And she wasn't expecting any visitors. Yes. It was a quiet night. Too bad she didn't suspect a chaotic interruption. "Why....Hello there my dear little Starbutt! How are you tonight?" She groaned before face-hooving herself. Of course. Of course! He would show up after a long week of stressful events and planning. "What do you want, Discord?" She turned around and came face to face with the smiling chesire grin of the chaotic being. The Spirit of Chaos and Disharmony himself was floating leisurely above her. He twisted around much like a serpent until he was in the position that resembled somepony laying on their stomach.....except he was in the air. The mismatched creature smiled wider. "I got bored and seeing as everypony else is busy at the moment except you, I figured.....Why not drop by and see how....glad you'd be to see a friend?" ".......*sigh* It's nice to see you too, Discord. But, did you really have to show up now. I wasn't prepared for any visits right now." "Well......you might as well get used to this sort of thing. Considering both of us suffer from immortal-itise. Or did you forget about your meeting with the ambassador?" "........How could you have possibly known about that?!" How could he, indeed. Yesterday's diplomatic meeting......hadn't been the worst. But it most certainly wasn't the best.

It turns out a King from a kingdom from the lands up north had come all the way to the land of Equestria to discuss a possible trading partnership or alliance. They settled on an alliance, but then the suggestion of a marriage between his son and one of the princesses to unite their kingdoms came up. It turned out that where he was from, it was quite common to seal important deals with a marriage. Both Princess Celestia and Luna could use the argument of being too old and explained that they had already been married at least four times each, and since Cadence was already married.....She had to very politely and forcefully turn down his.....nine suggestions to her. But, on his tenth try, she nearly made an outburst. "But, you will probably never know what marriage would be like anyway. Why not experience it ounce before your immortality and stubbornness makes you into an old maid mare?" She wanted to scream, 'What the hay is wrong with you?! I am perfectly capable of finding a colt friend by myself!! In MY own time!!' Celestia had placed a wing around her and sternly told him it was rude to force others into something and that no meant no. And that was that. He waved his lion paw. "I'm the spirit of chaos and disharmony. Time is no problem for me." "......*sigh* What's even the point of this talk?" "To let you know that you're not the only immortal to be faced with the problem of a spouse." She raised an eyebrow at this."......YOU have been pressured by a king to marry his son?" "No. What I meant was that we all have different versions of that problem. With a spouse and immortality." ".......I don't follow you." "Take Sun and Moonbutt for example. They've already been married.....Oh, I don't know....three or four times each and have stopped because of their age and they can't take it anymore. And your niece is going to have to learn to learn to live without Shining Armor one day like Cadence.......We all have that problem, Twilight. Even if it's different versions of it." "........And you?" "Me? Well.......I had one crush when I was really young.....but it didn't last long. But, I am currently infatuated with another mare." "........" She stood up to place a hoof on his shoulder. "Discord......I'm sorry to tell you this.....but Fluttershy is already with somepony else." "....." He stared at her.".......Pffft. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! *gasp* Hahahaha!!'' She was quite taken aback from his sudden outburst. "My dear.....I'm afraid you have the wrong mare." ".....But.....I thought..." "Fluttershy would be anyone's first guess....but she will never be more than a dear friend to me. But, I am going to keep a VERY close eye on that Iron Will fellow she's with." "......Then who? Pinkie Pie?"

"Goodness. No. That mare is too hyper. Even for me." "......Trixie?," she asked trying to think of any mares that could be that close to him. "Friend zone." "Rarity?" "Already with Fancy Overalls." "You mean Fancy Pants." "Yes. Him." "......Rainbow?" Already with Soarin, and A.J. isn't interested in a relationship. And as I've stated before, Tia and Moony are done with any hubbies." "Then that doesn't leave anyone left." He put both hands under his chin and gave her a half lidded look. "Really, Ms. Sparkle? Everyone?" "Well, of course. It's non of our friends or the Princesses-" "Who said it wasn't a princess?" He raised an eyebrow. "But, you said-" "I know what I said. I said I wasn't interested in the sisters, and obviously your niece and Cadence aren't an option. Too young and already married." "Then who could you possibly.....be...talking....about?" She slowly met his gaze....and he smiled wider if that was even possible. She raised a hoof to point at herself. "Me?" "Ding, ding, ding! Congratulation!! You won the 'I take too long to realize things' award!" She decided to ignore his obnoxious shout. "Why?" "You challenge me. Surprise me. You have magical abilities that rival the other princesses and even Star Swirl himself. You surprise me everytime I try to be......playful." She rolled her eyes. "You even saved my life ounce. Despite the awful things I did. Fluttershy is my friend, but even she would've never gave up all that magic just to save me or her friends. She would've most likely ran and went into hiding to save the Princesses' magic." ".......And what makes you think I would even consider being with you? Not that I'm trying to be rude." "Oh, come now. You can't tell me that you aren't even the bit curious about me. A chaotic being that's lived for centuries and the only surviving member of my kind. Not to mention all those lessons you would've never learnt without me." "......." She hated to admit it, but he did have a point. She had thought about those things a couple of times, but never really thought he'd actually tell her. "Besides....having a spouse that would keep me entertained, be my friend, and most of all......would be with me to the end of time. Literally.....That's a lucky find immortals rarely run into." ".......Discord.....I..." "One chance." "What?" "One chance. That's all I ask for. If it doesn't work out, no harm done. We'll still be friends and I'll never bother you with it again." "When?" "Tomorrow is Hearts and Hooves Day. Seems like a decent time. Plus, it might keep Blue Blood and the rest of those young nobles away." "Uh.....Don't remind me." "Then it's a date, I presume." ".......Ok. A date. It beats being stuck without anything to do. And who knows? It could be interesting." "Oh, good. I'm going to fly all over Canterlot and Ponyville and shout that you'll be dating an old goat more than twice your age tomorrow before retiring tonight. That way, everypony knows you'll be busy tomorrow. Chao." With a snap of his eagle claw, he vanished. "Wait! WHAT!?" But he was already gone. "DISCORD!!!"

Author's Note: Submission and regular posting wouldn't accept it so I had to post it through the ask box.

#my litte pony friendship is magic #my little pony #discolight #twicord #twilight sparkle #Twilight sparkle x Discord #Discord

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cozmicclown · 8 months

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WELCOME HOME TRANSCRIBED: #1 Howdy & Poppy

This is a fan-made transcript of the first Welcome Home secret bug audio clips. I took great care to ensure the dialogue is as ACCURATE as humanly possible. That being said, any visuals or actions taken by the characters are generated through my own creative presumptions. I already have #2 and #3 written out, so I’ll be posting more of these. These are a fun exercise to practice script writing. Plain text version of the transcription is below. Enjoy!

1 - INT. POPPY'S BARN - DAY

POPPY, BIGGEST NEIGHBOUR, CHICKEN AND SWEETHEART, SITS KNITTING IN A HUGE ARMCHAIR AMIDST BALLS OF YARN OF EVERY COLOUR, OCCUPYING EVERY AVAILABLE SURFACE.

POPPY (Mutters to herself in concentration)

Oh, stitch. Dropped a stitch again...

HOWDY, LOCAL MULTI LIMBED CATERPILLAR SHOPKEEPER, ALSO LOCAL PUSHY SALESMAN, IS HEARD APPROACHING POPPY'S HOME.

HOWDY (O.S.)

Delivery here! I've got a deliver here for one Ms. Partridge...

HOWDY APPEARS IN THE HALF OPEN DUTCH DOORS OF POPPY'S HOME, BROWN PAPER WRAPPED PARCEL IN HAND, AND CONTINUES HIS SPIEL.

HOWDY (CONT'D)

Courtesy of Howdy's dependable, door to door to door delivery service!

POPPY (Light surprise)

Oh! Oh my feathers, Howdy! You frightened me.

POPPY SETS DOWN HER KNITTING AND CAREFULLY APPROACHES THE DOOR.

HOWDY

Terribly sorry ma'am. 'Suppose I shoulda knocked?

POPPY

Oh, no, no, that would have frightened me too.

(Nervous laughter before excited OH!)

Oh! Is that my order of yarn? Thank you.

POPPY TAKES THE PARCEL FROM HOWDY AND STOWS IT UNDER HER WING.

HOWDY

It sure is Poppy. Hot off the shelves, just the way ya like'em.

(Notices all the yarn laid about inside)

Boy, looks like you already gotta hoard that'd make a dragon jealous.

Whatcha need even more yarn for? Not that I'll turn down a sale, heh heh.

POPPY GIVES A SOFT LAUGH AT THE JOKE BEFORE SPEAKING.

POPPY (light stuttering)

Oh, I'm just working on some scarves and sweaters and such. I want everyone in the ne- neighbourhood to have something warm to wear in-when, you know, winter comes along. Feels like these changing seasons keep sneaking up on me, heh.

HOWDY

Hah, I hear that, not enough daylight ta get everything done. Course, it helps ta have an extra pair of hands!

HOWDY CRACKS UP AT HIS OWN JOKE AND POPPY AWKWARDLY JOINS IN SHORTLY AFTER.

HOWDY (CONT 'D)

'Seems like you know that already, though. I can see you've recruited an extra pair of your own today.

HOWDY GESTURES OVER TO THE PUPPET SHAPED YARN PILE SAT ON A POUFFE BY THE ARMCHAIR. A PAIR OF YELLOW HANDS STICK OUT, PINK YARN NEATLY COILED BETWEEN THEM. THE STRING RUNS FROM THE HANDS TO POPPYS CURRENT KNITTING PROJECT.

POPPY (Referring to the yarn pile)

Oh, heh heh, yes. Thank you again for your help dear. And thank goodness for it, I was worried I was going to get all tangled up with all these colours of yarn.

HOWDY (In serious agreement with POPPYs joke)

Hmmm, I can see why, it's a real risk.

A MOMENT OF QUIET BEFORE POPPY TURNS BACK AND RESPONDS, SURPRISED AND NERVOUS.

POPPY

It- it is?

HOWDY

Well, sure. But lucky for you, I think I might have something ta help.

HOWDY REACHES INTO HIS APRON POCKET AND PULLS OUT A METAL DEVICE WITH A FLOURISH, IT'S ARMS SPINNING WITH A RATTLE, REMINISCENT OF A SNAKE.

HOWDY (CONT' D)

BEHOLD!

POPPY GIVES OUT A VERY FRIGHTENED, CHICKEN-LIKE SQUAWK! BEFORE STICKING HER HEAD UNDER HER WING IN FEAR.

HOWDY (Continues over a few more squawks)

N- no, no, nothing to fear here. What you're looking at is a bon-a-feeday yarn spinner. Perfect for keeping all your extra neatly spooled up.

HOWDY TURNS THE CRANK ON THE SPINNER TO DEMONSTRATE AS HE SAYS THE LAST PART, THE MECHANISM RATTLES AGAIN.

HOWDY (CONT 'D)

Safe. Effective. And...No pesky batteries or electricity to fret over.

POPPY PEEKS OUT FROM HER WINGS BEFORE TAKING HER FULL HEAD OUT SHEEPISHLY.

POPPY (voice shaking)

Well, oh, well, that-t does sound helpful, doesn't it?

HOWDY CUTS IN BEFORE SHE FINISHES HER RHETORICAL QUESTION.

HOWDY

Sure does! Here, heh heh, tell ya what, today only, as an extra special deal for an extra special customer, you can give'er a whirl, no strings attached. Well, no strings but yarn that is. Hah ha!

POPPY STARTS TO INTERRUPT HIM AT "BUT YARN THAT IS" AND CONTINUES TO TRY. SOMEHOW HOWDY GOT POPPY TO TAKE THE DEVICE FROM HIM.

HOWDY (Talking over POPPY)

Well, I've already overstayed my welcome. Got a whole shipment back at the shop I've gotta sign for.

POPPY

Oh, t-t ah- heh eh heh. Ehhhh, buuu-... oohh but - *exhales*, *inhales*, welllll, alright then. Oh.

HOWDY

I'll check in on you and your new wonder device next time I bring you an order Poppy. ‘Til then.

HOWDY DISAPPEARS FROM THE DUTCH DOOR WITH A TWO HANDED WAVE. POPPY STANDS IN HER ENTRYWAY, PARCEL UNDER WING, AND BEGINS TO INSPECT THE YARN SPINNER.

POPPY

Oh, I don't know how to work these things but- well he was so insistent it'd be helpful, do you think you can help me figure this thing out WallE€*YY??

End Scene

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fourseasonsfigs · 5 months

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Warm Winter Clothes

Following up yesterday's New Year's figure, we have another New Year's figure!

Today's Wen Kexing happens to come from the exact same scene as yesterday's - the paper hanging party in Episode 28. This version, however, is properly wearing his fur-collared overcoat. I like this overcoat (as does everyone else, I think) because it matches the winter vibe of A-Xu's fur overcoat. A-Xu's blue outfit and overcoat gets a lot of screen time - it still remains a tremendous pity that this one only gets one scene.

But the scene is a wonderful one, so I can't complain (too much!).

This version of Lao Wen is holding a plateful of melon seeds out for his beloved A-Xu to snack on. You can tell he's offering these seeds to A-Xu because of the hearts in his eyes!

As you can see, the plate required what appeared to be minimal assembly. Just drop the plate (gently) onto those grooves on his open hands, and done, right?

I mean, more or less. I think I was expecting the plate to sit in his hands and stay in his hands. Instead, the slippery little thing eeled out every time I turned around. And even when I didn't turn around! I tried sticking it with putty at first, and then when I found the plate mysteriously lying on the shelf next to him, I called it quits and glued that thing down. It isn't going anywhere now!

He is super cute. He's made by one of my all time favorite fig makers. All her little guys have so much personality.

You can see the challenge here with the angle that the plate is at, right? No surprise it kept wanting to slide downwards.

I like how they designed the fabric detailing. Just enough to be beautiful but not too much to overwhelm the fig or distract from the overall presentation.

Little bit of paint overspray on the hairpin there, but since this hairpin is fixed and didn't require any assembly (and didn't break during shipping), I can't say I mind! I think it's really hard to avoid overspray from the black hair on the white hairpin when it's all one piece like this.

As you can see, he stands beautifully, with the help of his robe. No glue needed here.

The plate angle looks even steeper from this side!

He has the cutest little expression on his face - a very Wen Kexing expression, I must say.

You can see here how the fur detail on his robe was mostly painted on - no texture or too much in the way of modeling. I think it would be quite difficult or expensive (in the case of flocking, say) to do so. I think he looks great though, I don't mind the painted look at all, and the beaded chain is done gorgeously, with no paint overspray at all. I love him.

Hmm, I guess I considered the first pic my bottoms-up pic when I was taking pictures, so I didn't take another one. We'll just skip to the top down set.

I was going to say those seem like fairly large melon seeds, but compared to the size of fig heads, they're just about right!

Just the normal Wen Kexing loop of hair here and his iconic hairpin.

We have our gorgeous two-sided box card art here. Just a plain box, but these beautifully designed cards.

Material: Resin

Fig Count: 510

Scene Count: 35

Rating: Warm and as gentle as jade!

[link to the Master Post Index]

#word of honor #word of honor merch #lao wen #wen kexing #shan he ling #figthusiast #happy new year

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mrsmiagreer · 9 months

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i wanna gtk

quinn🥰

SORRY

ahem

i wanna gtk your version of sweetheart

~💋

Hey boo🫶🏽

Alr let’s talk about Sweetheart🩷

Well for starters, Her name is Mia Carter (Huh…I wonder what inspired my user🤷🏽‍♀️)

Her pronouns are she/her.

She’s 5’9 so she’s kinda on the taller side

Her mom is mexiacn and her dad is black, but her dad’s genes are REALL strong

Therefore, her skin’s on the lighter side of black, but she’s still noticeably black

and her hair is thick but her curls loosen a lot when her hair is wet

Dark brown eyes

Slim waist and FAT ASS combo (Born with it but goes to the gym to keep it)

D cup. Not huge but not small either

Has a tramp stamp with a heart in the middle, but Half of the Heart is made of a dotted line to symbolize her ability to turn invisible

Belly piercing. Hates studs, usually gets the ones that dangle

She Became a detective because after her powers manifested, the kids at school would call her criminal, stalker, eavesdropper, creep, etc. She just wanted to prove she could use her powers for good

She also really takes pride in helping people

Is really good at running on a few hours of sleep

Can hide her emotions really well, Also really emotional (It’s a double edged sword)

In.De.Pen.Dent. Can do literally everything on her own (until she met Milo of course)

Favorite color is black. Plain and simple and it goes with everything. Loves an all black look.

Listens to all types of music but looooves R&B and Rap. Loves wordplay a lot

Such a city girl. Can go to sleep to the sound of cars honking and people yelling

Their favorite season is actually Winter (Solstice time😋)

Really likes Romance Novels. She loves love.

Anxiety gets the worst when she thinks she’s upsetting/disappointing the people she loves.

Even though she makes fun of him for it, she loves when Milo big spoons her

Can throw him over her shoulder

Gets SUPER just a little sad when she calls Aggro and he doesn’t come

Loves when Her, Milo, and Aggro can nap together. Loves her little Family

Was super nervous to meet the pack. Even MORE nervous to meet Marie.

Now they’re besties. Mia fucking LOVES MARIE

Can cook. Barely. Knows how to make it taste good, but wouldn’t prefer to cook if she didn’t have to

Called off of work for days after the inversion

Doesn’t like the Fourth of July anymore

David and Mia’s relationship is literally “Don’t enable him” “Got it boss :|”

Asher and Mia are actually not as close as most people think they would be. They get along just fine, they just don’t click like crazy

Mia and Sam = Milo and Darlin. Enough said.

Angel and Sweetheart are good friends. Angel thought it was LITERALLY unreal when they found out she could turn invisible and walk through walls. All of their conversations are like shower thoughts. “Have you ever thought about going intangible and putting your hand through a person and then turning back solid?” “Actually yeah I have it sounds dope as hell honestly”

Baaabe and Sweetheart are cool friends too. They’re around the same height and they’re both workaholics, so they bond over small things. “Hey girl! Since the boys have a late shift tonight, wanna get dinner with me?” “Hell yeah, what should I dress like?”

Funny enough, although Milo and Darlin are besties, Sweetheart and Darlin are BESTIES. Literally twin flames, they hang out the most out of all the pack members and mates. Always mocking their mans’ accents, loves thrill and horror, same sense of humor, impulsive, if one gets in a fight, the other will be there in less than 10 minutes. Darlin’ threatens to steal her from Milo all the time. “If Mia does it I’ll do it” “Fuck it let’s go right now”

Honorable mention…Mia and Christian actually get along. He thinks she’s funny, and he definitely knows how not to overstep because he’s actually smart and knows that she’s not to be fucked with. Especially not about Milo. She was pretty sad when she found out that him and Amanda broke up, she liked seeing him happy.

A/N: I’m SO SORRY this took forever honestly it’s been in my drafts for a good long while. But here it is, i’ve finished it😭 Its also really long so i hope it was at least enjoyable

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #redacted shaw pack #redacted sweetheart #mia’s inbox :)

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knockknoxwho · 2 months

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Wasps

(This one is a bit of a cop out I won’t lie, but it does make sense as far as many wasps behaviors and such. Also I think if I sized them up or made them any more angry, all humans, animals, and structures would cease to exist in a very bloody massacre). The wasp is a very dangerous species in this world. As with many species they reside in the ground, but instead of having underground nests this mutated version has a habit of burrowing in groups then falling into a deep hibernation just feet away from each other.

Seasonal habits

This species—unlike others—responded to the lack of energy via a long hibernation to sustain its life and slowly mend its body. This hibernation lasts for most of the year (from spring to the beginning of winter). The campaign begins in March at the beginning of spring, so they won’t encounter this bug until they either wake it up very rudely or it wakes up on its own. The species awakes in this cycle in order to avoid being frozen into the ground.

Mutations

These not-so-little creatures have grown to a decent size of 2 feet in length, and attached to their rather bombastic stingers is now a bomb. More accurately it is a couple of fluid sacs in which lies two chemicals. These two spontaneously react in a very explosive way when mixed. The wasps now removable and barbed stinger has been attached to tissue which, when ripped out also tears the two sacs which are pushed together and create a Grenade-like explosion that propels the stinger through whatever danger it attacked. This ends up pushing a new hole into the attacker as well as heavy explosive damage and chemical burns.

Misc.

The combination of these factors create biotic minefields around the plain patches of the town and the hill country surrounding it, making new hazards and issues for the players to navigate and consider. As well as a very powerful makeshift explosive device that can be crafted once gangs and militias have stolen the military supplies from surrounding stores. A resource which provides high risk as well as high reward.

As a reproduction method wasps also use their explosion to spread the fungus’s spores, as well as giving their own eggs the chance to feed on their own and their prey’s body once hatching.

(Tw death)

My friend and I went out to the old field next to the Amazon center. We were planning on scraping out the last of the goods it could supply, but everything went so, so wrong. We started off our journey over by the highway. Snuck down and made sure to keep out of sight from the crow scouts and vultures. In full camo and burning up in the underbrush, but we persevered. It was just outside the chain fence. When we crossed over the field filled with a bunch of these little dirt mounds. I crossed over first, fast and silent, I gestured for my buddy to come too. But just when he was running through, I saw him slam down on one of those mounds. It didn’t take it too kindly, and burst up from under the ground. Its antenna seemed to be broken and it was furious. I couldn’t even yell out to him before I saw its stinger push through his chest. As he fell to his knees the damned thing exploded. Chunks of him went flying, and the stinger shot through my arm. Luckily I had a med bag, so I got out, but I’ll never forget how gruesome that Yellowjacket left him. I made sure to never go out near those mounds again.

#writing #pseudoscience #suggestions welcome #writing project #world building #worldbuilding #slightly graphic #animals #mutations #more coming soon #wasp #wasps #ttrpg #ttrpg campaign #gurps #fungi #explosive #tw death #short story

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acourtofthought · 2 years

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Elain’s silence was … hollow.. Empty. She wore a moon-white silk dressing robe. I realized then that the color of death, of sorrow, was white. <- just to get ahead of anyone who tries to bring the fanart of Elain & Lucien wearing Togas into things: This isn't some sort of foreshadowing that Elain can't end up in Day Court wearing a Stola (female version of Toga) considering: "Stolas appeared to have been made in a variety of colors, from bleached white to red, yellow, and blue." Keep in mind that Helion's own entourage is noted as wearing robes of "cobalt and crimson and amethyst". There's also nothing to indicate she or Lucien would be forced to wear Togas / Stolas there though I don't see them having an issue if it was showing respect for a Courts custom. And again, Elain would have other colors to choose from. Fanart also doesn't have to follow Canon so the argument has no real place here.

Elain didn’t turn. She was wearing a pale pink gown that did little to complement her sallow skin,

She set down the tray and wiped her flour-coated hands on the apron she wore over her dusty-pink gown. Even in the middle of winter, she was a bloom of color and sunshine.

Elain stood at the wall of windows, clad in a lilac gown. Her sister turned toward her, glowing with health.

replaced by a gown of amethyst velvet, her hair half-up and curling down to her waist. She glowed with good health.

Elain's, possibly more than any other character, personality is reflected through the color of her clothing. It seems we are supposed to pay attention to the details of what she's wearing which reflects her mood and the way she thinks. White is used during a time when Elain was at her lowest. Similarly, pale colors did not complement her at that point in her life either. But we see Elain vibrant and healthy when she's wearing mid to darker shades of pink or purple.

The colors that seem most symbolic of the IC and the Night Court are black, gray and red. Heavy emphasis on black, it's called Night Court Black for a reason.

If you look closely at Nesta's color transition, she started off wearing purples which changed to blues, then gray, and then ended up rocking Night Court Black. Am I reading too much into this? Maybe, but it just feels extremely symbolic that Nesta finally discovers who she is, where she was meant to be and this all aligns with the shift in her wardrobe.

But Elain in the color that is so strongly tied in to the Night Court:

"Elain in black was ridiculous. Yes, she was beautiful, but the color of her long-sleeved, modest gown leeched the brightness from her face. It wore her, rather than the other way around." "He’d never once in the two years he’d known her found Elain to be plain, but wearing black, no matter how much she claimed to be part of this court … It sucked the life from her."

Gone was the ill-suited black dress

The characters seem to find it extremely necessary to point out how vibrant Elain is in specific colors.... And how much certain other colors are absolutely terrible for her. Not just because of how they look with her complexion (sorry, I really don't think Cassian gives a shit as to whether Elain is an Autumn, Spring, Summer or Fall) but because they symbolize who she is. White is the color of sorrow for Elain, an absence of emotion, and extremely unlike the sister who was once full of hope and optimism that Feyre had known her to be. Black, the color of the Night Court, a color which represents them as warriors who bring fear to their enemies, sucks the life from Elain and removes the light from her face. Only when Elain takes off the black dress do we have characters noting that she's once again glowing. Bright colors are best suited to Elain because of her bright and optimistic personality. What does not suit Elain, however, is no color at all or a color that represents darkness and death and that means Elain will not be at her best when that is the part she would need to often play by staying a member of the NC.

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jam i have a question. who is eliot spencer... where is he from. what makes him ur number one blorbo and what do u understand abt him that no one else does <3

partridge thank you so much for this ask i need you to know you made my entire morning. eliot spencer is. my specialest guy my blorbo of all time i love him so so so so much. he's from the tv show leverage, which aired from 2008-2012* and isn't immune to the downfalls of that era of tv in general but that. honestly does a comparatively outstanding job to ME. it holds up and also the premise is "what if these extremely competent hot thieves ruined shitty rich people's lives and helped the people who'd been victimized by the rich people and created a found family together after all having various levels of sad backstory? and there was an ot3 made as canon as the showrunners could possibly make it in 2012?" i'm getting ahead of myself though.

*there's a sequel currently airing but i have yet to watch it & there's certain aspects about it that i refuse to accept as canon (this is a part of me being the most right about eliot)

i am putting this under the cut because. well. this got long

to start with context. having my brain rewired by supernatural and captain america: the winter soldier when i was a teenager is a huge factor in like. *waves hands vaguely* everything. when it comes to how i came to love leverage and eliot specifically. i got driven away from spn because (to simplify things) the showrunners hated the fans so bad and the characters were fighting the narrative but unable to escape it, and i loved the version of the characters that was actively being opposed by the show. and that was just plain not enjoyable for me. and marvel is marvel and continuity of emotional and interpersonal arcs doesn't matter at all to them.

and the thing is i took a sociology class in 2017 and it was making me so upset learning about white collar crime. and @canis-la-trans was like. we are watching leverage now. to remedy this. and i'd tried watching it with him before but this time around it just clicked. and the biggest part of what clicked is eliot. because listen. eliot is in somewhat of the same category as my earlier favorite characters but the thing about eliot spencer is that all of his best qualities are canon, not fanon. he redefines the category. he's incomprable. to me.

the thing about eliot spencer is he's the punchboy. he's the hitter. it's his job to get in the fights and protect the team. and he does his best to come across as grumpy, as not caring about people, does his best to fly under the radar as just another unintelligent lackey with a short temper who's particularly talented at violence.

but that's a performance. canonically that's a performance. and he has the best work/life separation of the whole team. he's not his job - he's very good at his job, and it's what he does and that is a part of him, but where some of the other characters view their job as an extension of their selfhood, eliot doesn't.

he cooks. he cooks so well that he could do that professionally. he grows all his own produce (allegedly). he's one of if not the best person on the team with kids. he loves so wholly so fast. he's the first person to call the team a we. within team dynamics he & sophie, the grifter, protect the other 2 from the worst of the team leader's dysfunction.

eliot's done bad things in the past. and he views himself completely past saving. like. from commentary on the show: he knows he's going to hell. like. his self worth is completely abysmal. i know he would die for the team. in s2e2 there's an episode where the team isn't succeeding at the con, and he takes the fall on purpose. and in a conversation about that he says "i'm not diving on a grenade. i'll be all right" but he says that so readily that i Know he's thought about it. and he would. for the team he would. for parker and hardison he would. he's in love with them. and they're in love with him too and i have to cut myself off or i'll go an entire separate rant about them!!!!

he has long hair. which he straightens. and he looks great with blood on his face. he doesn't use guns. he never throws the con for personal reasons - only ever does to protect kids. he grew up in rural oklahoma and he enlisted to get the hell out of dodge and he got in such a bad argument with his dad the night before he shipped out that he got disowned. and he can't even talk about it until nearly the end of the final season of the show. he never once mentions his mom. and i just know he got disowned for coming out, intentionally or not. he's never had an environment he could be his full self in without fear until the team.

parker, the thief of the team, is intentionally written as autistic; the hacker, hardison, is so likely written to have adhd. and eliot is autistic too, to me. it makes the level of performing masculinity to closet himself so much more insane to me. bc it's also masking. and adding that context to eliot and parker's relationship makes me unWELL.

the thing is is that eliot is a character who's hiding, who's actively doing his best to be unnoticed. and so many people who watch the show fall for the act, even if they don't fall for the whole act they fall for parts of it, and like. They Are Wrong About Him. i have an entire complex backstory thought up for eliot, because i think the only thing sadder than him missing out on the kind of connection he finds with the team is him knowing what he's missing because he had a queer best friend as a kid, & the two of them were closeted together, but he lost contact with her over the years.

the thing is that eliot spencer has SO MUCH GENDER and i know if he and parker and hardison adopted a kid eliot would be ma. never dad. and i don't think he'd even be able to start exploring that for himself until the end of the series.

the thing is eliot spencer would listen to the mountain goats. and there's a couple other people out there who are right about that and it makes me so insane 100% of the time.

and i love him and this is just a list of facts about him and the most important thing about eliot spencer to me is that. he exists in motion. trying to capture a still image or static description in words never works. but he's my wife and i love him so much. and i always will. and i'm writing a fic where i'm going to blow him up. just a little bit. for his own good. this is my "eliot made himself a mountain goats mix tape about knowing he's willing to jump on a bomb for parker and hardison & never telling them that in advance" playlist from that universe.

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