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Ugh, I finally got this guy out of my head, he's been nagging me for weeks.
This is Smoke.
He exists because 8um8le's Cataclysm and TheOtherHappyPlace's Mr. Smiles have been occupying the same area of my brain for too long and then mushrooms got involved and now he's here.
#character design#brain worms#mushroom dance#its a giant mushroom#it's not friendly#i put two characters i like in a blender#drank the slurry#chaotic unhinged rizz
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The Bet
Drunk! Alastor x female reader
Summary: The patrons beg alastor to join them on their night out after what seemed like forever he finally agrees, he gets drunk and you lose a bet leaving you having to take care of him and be his personal body guard you do all of it in heels.
Warnings: mentions of drinking, alastor is very flirty when intoxicated and touchy.
CREDIT: TO ORIGINAL OWNER OF DRAWING
It was Charlie's idea; she thought it would be a good idea for Alastor to join them in a night of fun beyond the town. She begged and pleaded with the deer demon, and he finally agreed after she said that the activity was a bar. You were quite surprised. Alastor eventually said yes because, sure, he drank his brown liquor, but that wasn't often. But seeing the way his eyes lit up at the word 'bar'... you had thought he would only have a drink or two, say he pleased the Princess, then leave... Oh boy, you were wrong.
Charlie, you, Angel Dust, and the others sat at a table, music filling the air around you all, and each had your own drinks. Everyone was dressed up slightly more than usual, basically a different top. But since Alastor was ALWAYS dressed to impress, he wore his usual pinstripe suit. You wore a nice cocktail dress with heels. You were not dressed to impress; Angel Dust helped you pick out an outfit because you were struggling, and this is what you both agreed on.
Angel, with a mischievous smile, said, "How much you wanna bet that Smiles is gonna get black out drunk?"
"I don't think so," you argued. He always seemed collected and was barely found at the hotel's bar, so what made Angel Dust think that he was going to?
"Wanna bet?" Angel inquired. And you shook on it. You were wrong, VERY WRONG. When the night came to an end, Alastor was on a barstool, slumped over. You cursed at yourself and, frankly, the others for leaving you with the very much drunk deer demon.
"Jesus Al, I wasn't expecting you to handle liquor like a sailor," he looked at you with hooded eyes, his radio-filter seeming to be gone and just a slurry mess. Alastor chuckled softly. "Oh, but isn't it delightful to let loose every once in a while? Besides, I'm rather skilled at handling my liquor, don't you agree?" His smirk was strained slightly.
"You're something," you said, slapping money down on the counter and helping him off the barstool, his tall figure slumped onto you, causing you to let out a squeak as you tried to hold him up without ending up falling to the floor due to your choice in footwear. Once you got a good grip on him and he wrapped his long arm over your shoulder, the two of you slowly and steadily made your way out from the bar.
As the two of you made your way through the horrid streets of Hell, he looked over at you with a mischievous grin and leaned close to your ear, whispering, "You know, my dear, I must say you make quite the striking figure," Alastor remarked. You couldn't help but blush at his words, but you knew he was drunk and all the things he was talking about weren't true, at least some things.
You shook your head to rid of the thoughts and focused on the task at hand. You realized that he was much more vulnerable in his current state of mind, so you paid close attention to your surroundings. After what seemed like FOREVER, you two finally made it back to the hotel; we aren't going to talk about what a struggle that was.
Alastor's eyes remained heavy-lidded, his smile a close-lipped smile as he looked at you. You had him lean up against a wall, to be honest, to give you a break and let yourself recompose before you moved forward. He looked over at you, his grin widening, and he watched your every move, lifting his hand and beckoning softly. You sighed and walked over to him, and he hiccupped in between his breaths. You noticed that his finger trailed down your chest after being left on your cheek for a short while. You grabbed his claw, which was way too big for you, and pulled it away, your face turning red again.
"I've had quite a night, haven't I?" He said, and you only nodded, then wrapped his long arm around and over your shoulder and helped him off the wall; his weight landed on you again, and you let out a huff; he was not light. He let out a giggle, "You know... maybe we should..." You stopped him and said, "No, no, you need sleep. I know you barely sleep, but that's what you need."
Alastor then smiled playfully and moved his claw down to your waist, pulling you closer to him; this new position between you two was not comfy, but he didn't care; you just focused on not taking both of you out. "Alright, alright... I'll behave."
Still leaning heavily on you as you two stumbled into his room, you didn't think much about him not having a bed, so you had a couch in the room, so you plopped him down on it, fixed your dress, ran a hand through your hair, and let out a breath. He grinned up at you, slowly taking you in. You pulled one of his chairs from the other side of the room and dragged it in front of him; his red eyes continued to watch your every move; you soon sat down in front of him and patted your leg for a sign to have him put his shoed foot on your leg; after a few tries of telling him, he does, and his boots were hard to get off.
"Point your foot," you instructed, and he only let out a soft laugh and does point his foot, and you take it off.
"Dear..." He slurred. You didn't answer as you focused on your task. Alastor hiccupped, and that's what got your attention. "My dear, I must admit, tonight has been quite the delightful surprise. Perhaps I shall have to indulge in such outings more often."
"Please don't." You gave a polite smile and pushed off his red suit coat and placed it on a hanger and placed it in his closet, then draped a blanket over him.
"You better be asleep by the time I come back and check on you." You threatened; you couldn't believe this, but he looked adorable. "Yes, ma'am." You then left him to rest.
#alastor#hazbin hotel#alastor x you#the radio demon#hazbin alastor#alastor imagine#alastor x reader#i have an obsession
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Vitrification
"Why are dolls made of porcelain?"
The question hangs in the air like dust drifting through a sunbeam. The doll and it's witch alike are surprised that it would dare to question it's creation. The witch's eyes twinkle at the good question. Conversation is, after all, the reason the doll was given a mind with thoughts and a mouth to voice them.
"That's a difficult question to answer." She places her teacup down on a shadow. "Would you rather me attempt to spell it out in words or through a demonstration?"
Answering a question with a question comes as naturally to a witch as spinning silk to a spider. Andromeda is curious if her doll will do as it was made to do and continue conversation or whether it will actually seek out its own understanding. She is often fascinated by her doll's little quirks.
The doll places its teacup, bone dry, on a coaster in response. Its head tilts in mock contemplation.
"A demonstration would be best, no? You have said that 'words are only the map to true knowledge', would not a demonstration be more effective than any description? Perhaps you could do both?"
Andromeda must have been rubbing off on the thing. Every time she has her "teatime talk" with the doll, its cadence sounds more like her own. She's almost impressed with the logic that it has demonstrated.
"Okay then... Hand me your teacup."
She opens the sugar pot and leaves it in a sunbeam to let the sugar melt.
"I created this cup from the same clay I used to make you. I dug it from the river back behind the house. I dug it with my own hands."
She spins the molten sugar into candy floss and pulls the dust from the air into pot until the floss is evenly coated.
"I was to make you to have a companion as I drank tea, thus I had to make you a teacup. I had washed the clay until it was an off-white and very pure. Wood would not do, the corpse of a dead old thing is not something a witch should breathe life back into."
She pours some tea into the pot to dissolve the candy floss, leaving only the dusty cobwebs behind.
"Along with yarn or cotton, anything once alive or once part of the living often takes poorly to being given life once again unless the witch is very skilled."
The teacup is placed within the pot and is held firmly in place by the syrupy threads
"They will tear at their puppet strings as though they are being bound, all things that have known a life without such bindings will do so."
At this, the doll speaks up.
"Why would these dolls do such a thing? Don't they know it will destroy them?"
"Have you experienced pain yet, doll?"
"No, Mistress."
"Then it is another difficult thing too explain. The fear of bondage is much like pain, it is used to keep living things alive for as long as possible. It tells them when something might be causing harm to their body. You are lucky in that you have been made of something much tougher than flesh or bark. Pain is significantly rarer for something like yourself."
"Is that it then? Porcelain is used so the dolls do not feel pain?"
Andromeda sharply taps the inside of the teacup with her spoon and causes a small crack to form. A sister crack appears on the face of the doll and it winces from the new experience.
"No. It is not to prevent pain. That is nearly a useful happenstance. It is, partially, that clay is the easiest dead thing to shape at will."
*Tap tap tap* The cup shatters into pieces and the doll follows suit. The cobwebs keep the many fragments exactly in place and prevent the doll from clattering to the floor. It tries to scream but no part of its throat is whole enough to make a sound.
"Primarily, it is because clay is the easiest thing to recycle."
Andromeda pours what is left of the tea into what used to be a teacup. As she swirls the tea she grinds her spoon into the sides of the thing. The tea and porcelain dust begin to combine into a brownish slurry. What's left of the doll is held in stasis, its now liquid mind bubbling in infinite agony.
"I do apologize for this. I know it must be quite uncomfortable. I have really come to appreciate our talks and the ways you surprise me. Your imperfections are far more interesting than anything I could have made intentionally. This way I can add imperfections without destroying you completely."
She looks into the pot with satisfaction. A perfect replica of the unfinished cup she made so long ago but now a speckled brownish green.
"I promise, you will remember each of our conversations. Since you technically haven't been taken apart, nearly remade without loss, you will maintain all your memories and personality. I'm just remaking you but better!"
She places the lid back on the sugar pot and leaves it in the sun to vitrify. By sundown her doll should be done and ready to take out of its mold.
Andromeda wonders what conversations they will have next time.
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tonight's journal entry, after having soup
[Text ID: be a soup so good, even the least desired part is savored, the broth drank, bowl tipped to mouth with two hands, the remaining slurry sponged with soft bread, eaten. be soup, old friend, boil in your complex + lovely way. be something sought, ladled. be the meal we teach our young & eager children, the recipe written & shared. be warmth. be filling. be soup. be good. old friend, be good. as i have known & tasted & worshipped, be good. /End ID]
#i don't particularly think this will get notes & im not rlly. posting for that reason (for once)#just. means a lot right now. for ki... very gently for ki#silas denver melvin#sweatermuppet
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Purely platonic friends reader x bucky Barnes???maybe reader goes out on Halloween to a few parties and begs Bucky to tag along but ends up takes care of reader when they have wayyyy too much fun 😆
Hello! Thank you for your request! Since Halloween is over, I wrote it more like a normal party but it can be read as either tbh.
Feedback is much appreciated!
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Nice
You fasten your steps towards the sound of banter in the living room. As the blue couch and the TV comes in to your view, your eyes meet with the sight of Sam, who is crouched in front of the dvd's and trying to pick a movie, and Bucky, who is rejecting every movie just to be an annoyance to his dear friend.
"Hey." You feel the need to announce yourself, before popping next to Bucky on the couch.
"Hey, Y/N. Please tell this annoying man to choose a movie already." Sam sends you a smile but it turns to glare when his eyes meet with Bucky's.
"Uh, annoying man? Sam wants you to pick a movie already." You play along with a grin.
"I told him, I don't even want to watch a movie." He grumbles next to you. You see this as an opportunity to propose your plan.
"Then come with me to a party?"
He turns to you, an eyebrow cocked. You add before he asks.
"I've been wanting to go but I need a chaperone. Please?" You stretch out the last syllable. "Pretty please?"
"I thought you go to these things with Scott." Sam chimes in, his attention shifting from the dvd's to you.
"He is taking Cassie to a school event or something, I don't know the details." You shrug. "The point is, he is busy." You look at Bucky again, trying to send him your best puppy eyes look.
He hesitates.
"We don't have to stay long, just for a couple of drinks." You wait his answer with anticipation, biting your lip.
"What? You have other plans or something?" Sam's shit-eating grin makes you giggle. Bucky's baby blues turnes to him, narrowed. He rolls his eyes in answer.
"Fine. Fine, I'll come with you." Your face lights up with a grin, but before you can say anything, he adds with his index finger pointed to you. "But just one party."
Of course it wasn't going to be just one party, especially when he couldn't say no to you.
After your third party that night, he decides to take the matters into his own hands and carry you out despite your protests.
"I didn't get to finish my drink! Bucky!" You whine as he carries you out of the building and starts to walk towards his car.
"You drank enough, Y/N. Trust me." If your voice and talk wasn't enough he doesn't know what would be enough.
"But it's too early!" You try again with a different approach, yet it meets with the same result.
"It's almost 3 in the morning." He answers, trying his best to not sound like he wants to facepalm himself. Not at all. 'One party, yeah, right.' He thinks as he shakes his head to himself.
You pout. "You're mean."
"I'm not trying to be." His answer is casual but drunk you feels bad already.
"I'm sorry I called you mean. You're not." Your immediate retreat makes him chuckle.
"It's fine."
You drop it. Or more like your eyelids drop. You can't help it, Bucky's arms make you feel safe and they are really comfortable.
The car ride goes better than he anticipated. You were so occupied with trying to keep your eyes open and count the pretty things you see that the motion didn't seem to affect you.
"You look soooo pretty with those blue eyes." Your slurry voice emerges from next to his ear. He tightens his hold, not wanting for you to fall as he carried you to your room using the stairs.
"Thanks, doll. You look pretty too." He adds lightheartedly, a smile finding its way to his face. It is fun to chat with drunk you. Especially when she looks at everything with awe.
"That couch is soooo pretty too... Look at it." You look at the blue couch in the living room of the compound. Then turn your eyes to him, whining. "Bucky... You're not looking at it."
He can't help but chuckle. "Sorry, I was trying to get you to your room, baby."
"Oh." Your pout turns into a smile. "You're soooo nice.... Sorry I called you mean before." He is surprised you remember that.
"It's fine." He says again.
"You're so nice, looking after me..." You repeat like you're trying to convince him and rest your head on his shoulder, eyes locked on to him. He can swear he just turned into a puddle because of your cuteness.
"That's why you invited me, right?" He finally gets to your room, and opens your door. The blue walls and birch furniture comes into your view.
"No." You say it like he was just being silly. To you, he was. "I invited you because I wanted to hang out with you. Duh."
He lays you down to your bed and gets off your black high heels that's been bugging you all night.
"Right, sorry."
"I'm serious, I like hanging out with you." If your voice didn't sound so tired and slurry, he would've thought this was a serious conversation.
"I like hanging out with you too." He pulls the covers on to you. "I'll leave a bucket here for you. Use it if you need to get it all out, alright?" He adjusts your position to your side as you nod.
"Thank you." You mumble with a lazy smile. He can't help but lower himself and kiss your forehead lightly.
"Anytime, doll."
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my top 10 culinary crimes
in no particular order, i have
strained guacamole though a fine sieve due to an unreasonable fear of worms
squeezed lemon juice into a near empty jelly jar and then drank it
ate plain rice with ketchup only
removed the crust from a piece of bread and molded it around a piece of cheese
made a reverse roux for pesto sauce, adding pesto first, then milk and butter, then flour slurry
eaten eggs with 5g chili powder per egg
rolled a piece of flatbread full of ghee and sugar
dipped strawberry pocky into chicken curry
spread honey on whole wheat untoasted bread and put black pepper on it
sauteed some minced mushrooms and put it in plain yogurt
#cooking#cooking crimes#culinary crimes#these are the worst of them but i do a lot of things bad honestly#food#guacamole#chicken curry#chicken#rice#lemon juice#lemons#jelly#mushrooms#recipes that are guaranteed to give you ulcers by 30#shitpost#textpost
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The Orgasm Bug (dark fiction)
I'd never had an orgasm before and now I'm cumming so hard I'm losing my mind. I'm fevered and delirious, the sex organs in my lower belly quivering and convulsing as this foreign thing does its work. I'm thankful that the vomiting has stopped although I'm still squirming in my own mess, my top and panties wet with what I regurgitated and squirted from my pussy and bum during this violent ecstasy.
They promise to clean me up, but I don't care. I just don't care.
It's a college biology experiment. An experiment that is changing my life.
I am the third girl who volunteered and I knew the risks.
After her eggs were all used up, the first girl had dropped out of school and hanged herself in her parents' basement. She had large vibrating butt plugs in her bum and pussy when they found her and I hope she died cumming.
The second girl spent time in a psychiatric ward and had been discharged.
She told me about the exploration of her abdomen. She told me about it insinuating itself inside her sex organs - all of them - and how the intrusiveness was overwhelming.
"But the best part is when it connects with your g-spot and clit." she said, wiggling in her chair as she remembered that moment, "That's when the orgasms start. That's when you're so happy with your choice."
She stunk of arousal, her bare bum on the chair, her nipples tight and tenting her t-shirt awaiting them to take her to the lab.
"When they offer you the gelatine slurry, drink it. It helps with the vomiting and diarrhea." she said with a smile and another wiggle.
"Does it last?" I asked.
"Hours. But you can go back for more again and again."
"Are you?"
"Of course. Until my last egg."
"What happens then?"
"I'll kill myself." she laughed, "What's the point of living when this is over?"
I sat and listened as she was taken inside the lab. I heard her screams, her raw vomiting, then her orgasmic cries. She came for a long time and the thought of experiencing so many orgasms after never having a single one made me feel dizzy.
I had to wait until end of semester because it wouldn't be possible to attend classes once it was inside me. I drank the Suflave yesterday. At least I think it was yesterday. I spent the night on the toilet until I was empty, then fasted until I came to the lab.
They are reassuring as they give me the jug of gelatine to drink then have me lie down on a table. There's a comfy bed beside it..
"It's ecstasy." they promise, as strong hands hold me down and when I see the bug I feel a rush of panic. It's long and thicker than my thumb, wriggling madly, eager to get at me and in me. Dozens of long tendrils like tails trail its body. When they hold it above my bared midriff, it violently attacks my belly button, ramming its head into my navel, its tongue licking aggressively inside that twisted scar tissue.
I've been fingered and fucked before and it felt mildly pleasurable, but this doesn't. This feels like rape. I writhe against the hands holding me down, wanting it to stop.
Oh god, it's taking my belly button apart! Opening it like a secret orifice, pushing its head inside me, then its body, then its slithering tails. I am screaming at this intrusion, feeling it clawing its way deep inside my abdomen, delving toward my most sensitive flesh.
I am lifted and quickly laid down on the bed as I feel its long insect legs find my uterus and grip it tight and the sensation sends convulsive quivers up my core. No hands remain holding me. I understand. The bug is inside me now and I can't stop what's going to happen in there.
I feel the long tentacles penetrating my uterus, my fallopian tubes, my ovaries. Electrical sensations dance through my belly, my bowels churning, my stomach curling, my uterus throbbing, and my ovaries aching. The gelatine slurry gurgles up my gullet and I vomit. I squirm on the bed as more tentacles penetrate my sex organs in the cradle of my pelvis, my stomach cycling through heave after heave, vomited gelatine flowing down my chin and chest. I feel my anus gape and my pussy prolapse and I convulse, filling my panties with slime as the bug clings to my uterus.
I can hear them talking to me, reassuring me, telling me to just let it happen.
I feel a tentacle insert itself into my g-spot, another burrowing through my vestibule, cavernosum, up the shaft and into the glans of my clitoris. I feel the sudden throb of pleasure that flows through my abdomen, like the soft sun suddenly glowing in my belly and I stop vomiting,
Oh fuck.
Oh fuck, I'm going to cum.
"… fuck yeah …" I cry out.
My orgasm bloats fast inside me. I begin grunting as my entire belly cramps around this sudden ecstasy.
"There it is." I hear one of them say as I squirm in my mess on the bed. He sounds happy.
I've watched other girls cum, their bodies undulating as it peaks then fades in their bellies. But this goes on and on, rolling blossoms of intense pleasure filling me like nothing has filled me before. Waves of orgasmic bliss that never end and never diminish.
My sex organs are so sensitive now that I actually feel one of eggs sucked down a fallopian tube and embedded in the wall of my uterus. I feel the gush that bloats my womb as the egg is fertilized.
I'm cumming, cumming, cumming. A hot mess squirming on the bed, fevered and delirious as wave after wave of impossible pleasure pulses through my belly. I feel my fertilized egg begin to grow. Within it a hundred baby bugs will squirm until I birth an egg the size of a softball that will be taken to the lab's incubator until it hatches, and I will be returned to the table and my tummy laid bare for the next fertilization.
I have thousands of eggs in my ovaries, so thousands of pregnancies, hundreds of thousands of orgasms and I understand the girls who went before me; when my last egg is used and this ecstasy ends, I will happily kill myself.
This is my life now, until it isn't.
https://motherless.com/g/erotickynk_s_inspiration/E8716D3
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Omg your Micah stuff!!! 🔥 ❤️ You are doing us Micah stans a serious service.
What if F! Reader, who usually doesn’t drink, gets drunk one night!? How would Micah react? Maybe it starts out with a mild buzz and then reader ends up getting drunk. Micah has
✨ feelings ✨ for reader so maybe he’s all protective?
Thank yoooou~!
You’re so welcome! I’m glad you like them!💖 Hope you enjoy!
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Curiosity Killed The Cat
You weren’t really one for drinking, but after Bill makes a sexist comment, you can’t help yourself.
You were more like Mary Beth when it came to your place in the gang. She never drank, was rather soft spoken, and mostly did what she was told. You were like that as well, making all the men flock to you, trying to be sweet on you because they figured that was the magic to win you.
And who knows? Maybe they are right, but that’s for you to decide.
But even though you really didn’t drink, you were curious. A lot of people did it and appeared to be fine. However, you didn’t just want to start drinking. You wanted something to kind of push you towards it. Give you a reason to drink, you know?
Lucky for you, a comment from Bill makes that all possible.
It was childish, but he basically said that he could handle drinking more was because he was a man. Now, you told yourself you were doing this to defend all the women out there. But it’s the reason you ended up drinking more than you could handle.
And the reason you ended up getting drunk for the first time.
It started with a light buzz after a few bottles, and you could faintly hear Arthur’s voice telling Bill that maybe he should just stop, and you should as well. However, you didn’t care to listen. Instead, you wanted to prove Bill wrong and continued to drink one bottle after another...
“I think that’s enough...Marion.” A gruff voice could barely be heard by your ears, which felt like they were stuffed with cotton. Your bleary vision caught sight of someone snatching a bottle out of Bill’s hand.
“Oh come on Micah! We were just having some fun.” Bill protested, angry at the blonde for showing up, but also drunk as hell. Micah? Why did he care about what was going on between you guys? Right now, you were too buzzed up to even care nor think.
So, this is what being drunk is like. Awful.
“Leave her be.” His voice was laced with venom as he eyed Bill dangerously, but the other man wouldn’t back down.
“Why do you care so much?” He asked and Micah’s jaw tensed. Instead of satisfying him with an answer, Micah just walked over to you and gently grabbed your arm. But when he pulled you up, it felt like the whole world was spinning.
“Easy...I’m getting you out of here.” He said just as you semi-collapsed on his side. Micah tried to ignore the bubbly warm feeling he got in his chest as he helped you away from Bill, who frankly, Micah didn’t trust around especially when you were like this for the first time.
No man was ever going to take advantage of you like that.
You see, Micah has feelings for you. There’s no other way to state it besides bluntly. It was women like you and Mary Beth that somehow made him nervous and weak in the knees. Even though approaching you is hard, when you’re sober that is, because he doesn’t want you to see him as a monster. And instead of letting that hurt him, he’s avoided confrontation. But when he sees you beyond drunk for the first time with all these men around you, he swoops in to protect you.
But in the old days, he might have just taken advantage of this. However, not to you.
“You don’t want a drink...?” Your voice was so slurry that it was barely audible, but you were less aware of the situation Micah saw and more confused about why he wasn’t drinking with you guys. In fact, you were hardly aware that you had left the table.
“Sweetheart, I think you’ve had enough.” Micah said to you with a slight grin. You pouted at him as much as your drunken state would allow you. Lucky for you, Micah was well aware on how to care for drunks. He usually is one.
“I...feel...gross...” You muttered out as Micah had you sit on the ground against a tree close to camp. The blonde sat beside you, and you moved to plop your head on his shoulder without a care in the world, startling him.
“That’s what happens when you drink as much as you did for the first time.” Micah lightly scolded you, but he was met with gentle breathing. Slightly turning his head, he noticed that you fell asleep.
Well, at least you didn’t vomit on him. He chuckled a bit.
“Yeah...don’t you worry Y/N. Even if you don’t know, I’ll protect you.” Micah said more to himself considering you were out cold. You may never return the feelings he has for you, but at this point, he didn’t really care. He’s found someone worth cherishing, and he will do everything in his power to ensure her safety.
Even if that means protecting them from her drunken self...and the drunk men around her.
But when you woke up with a sick stomach and pounding headache, hardly remembering anything from last night, you were surprised to see yourself so close to Micah Bell. And when you asked for answers, he was very vague about it. So, while you were confused about last night’s happenings (only knowing you will never repeat drinking so much), you knew Micah was a part of it.
And you didn’t know why, but you got the feeling he helped you with something.
So, Arthur tells you all about what happened. How you and Bill got drunk, and how Micah came to get you away from all the action. From what Arthur said, the other drunken men were keen to see where this would take you. You were worried about what happened with Micah, but Arthur said nothing bad. In fact, he was quite stunned to see just how safe you were.
Micah would deny it, but he would always be there to protect you, even when you don’t know.
Every. Single. Time.
#red dead redemption 2#red dead redemption 2 x reader#rdr2#micah bell#micah x reader#rdr2 micah bell#micah bell x reader#micah bell imagine
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Imagine dressing up as a slutty angel at a halloween party, and getting flirted with and seduced by a disguised demon with a sense of humor. Over the course of the rest of the party, the two of you hang out together, him flirting with you and lovingly praising your body as your hips widen and your belly slowly grows with his babies, your water breaking as he helps you waddle to your car to leave the party and you finally start to realize whats actually happening to you
The visual irony of the situation only made things more fun.
At first I was hesitant to try out this costume, even though all my friends said I could pull it off no problem. I wasn't worried so much about that, just mentally preparing myself to avoid the usual kinds of guys that a slutty angel costume would attract.
Then he showed up halfway through the evening, and everything seemed to click.
Dark red suit, yellow contacts, impressively realistic ram horns curling to dangerous points; the picture perfect demon. While he was incredibly attractive, I still found myself putting my guard up when he approached just in case; 'hot' didn't equate to 'not a creep', after all. It was strange how effortlessly he slid into the conversation between myself and my group of friends, engaging with us as if he'd been there all night, as if he'd known us for years.
Maybe that's why I relaxed around him, why I responded positively when it became clear he was getting flirty with me, why after about an hour of this I instantly followed when he beckoned me to the dance floor. Dark synthwave poured from the speakers as I let him pull me close, the bass resonating through my body. I'd barely drank anything that evening but I found myself feeling floaty, hazy, the sensation intensifying whenever my mysterious partner made eye contact with me.
"You are absolute perfection, you know? A sweet little angel so eager to give into sin..." he purred, the feeling of his hand running up my side sending a shiver through me. My costume top was a very cleavage baring crop top, so I simply reveled in the feel of his skin on mine. Pulling me closer, he turned my body so that my back was flush to his chest, holding me close and murmuring in my ear so that only I could hear him over the din of the music. "If only you knew how much I'd love to corrupt you, to take this soft, perfect body," his hand trailed up my side and across my exposed stomach, lingering there. "and make it so everyone can see how I've made you mine, made you into my perfect little whore...would you like that?"
His words had an almost aphrodisiac effect, and I almost couldn't reply at first, the thought of what I'd let him do to me making me pant softly. "Y-yeah...that sounds so good..." I finally managed, earning a pleased chuckle from him. The hand on my middle stayed there, fingertips idly circling my flesh. That hazy sensation ran through me again, seeming to culminate where he was touching me. Instead of floaty, though, my body gradually started to feel heavier. This didn't alarm me at all, as I was too busy giving in completely to this stranger's seduction to even notice the feeling spreading to my hips.
I could vaguely hear one of my friends calling my name, and if I'd been a little more tuned in with reality I might've picked up on the odd panic in her voice. The demon grasped my chin gently, stopping my head from turning before I could even try.
"Pay them no mind...now come with me, angel. I have something to show you..." With one hand on my hip and the other grasping my hand, he led me through the crowd. I faintly noticed the way my gait had widened, as if I was carrying a great weight, but being in his presence kept me docile, compliant.
I giggled deliriously as he effortlessly led me to my car, amused since I definitely hadn't told him which one it was. He simply cast a smirk my way before opening the door to my backseat, ushering me in carefully.
"So, what was it you wanted to show me?" I asked, my voice slightly slurring dreamily.
"This."
There was a snap of his fingers, and the illusion abruptly dissipated. The air felt heavy, and there was a dull ache radiating from my stomach. When I went to rub it, my eyes widened in horror.
Where my once flat stomach had been not even a few hours ago, my hands came to rest on my newly pregnant belly, which rested heavy in my lap, forcing my thighs apart.
"Wh...what is this?" Panic laced my voice as I looked up at the strangers, whose yellow eyes now glowed dangerously in the darkness of my car.
"Why, it's what you wanted...you said yourself that it'd be so good to be corrupted by me, so now," his hand moved to my belly again, caressing the underside of my swell, and his sharp grin widened as we both felt movement from inside me. "...now we both get what we want."
I opened my mouth to deny it, to try and take back what I'd said, to try and reason with him, but instead all I could do was let out a low moan as the pressure in my belly suddenly changed, and an incredible amount of fluid gushed from my pussy, making an absolute mess of my backseat. Letting out a panicked whimper, I looked to the demon again.
"P-please, I don't...I-I can't--"
"Oh, but you can," he leaned in, voice lowering dangerously. "And you will."
As if activated by his words, an exceptionally powerful contraction wracked my body, and he leaned back to fully take the sight of me in, exhaling with obscene delight as I writhed through the pain.
"Mmh, perfection...don't worry, my angel, you won't have to suffer for long."
Before I could ask what that meant, it become clear to me when the next contraction came on, and with it the new sensation of my pussy stretching and opening, the head of his unholy offspring already reaching a crown. I swore and groaned, my fingers digging into the leather of the backseat as I bore down with all my might, more fluids gushing out as the head fully emerged. Amid my grunts and heavy breaths I could hear the deep, pleased moan of the demon, who had taken to stroking his cock while watching me labor.
"Oh, you're doing beautifully...I'll have to properly fuck you full of my babies next time..."
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An Exchanging of Fears
WC: ~ 1.1k / also on AO3
Characters: Gryffindor F!MC / Sebastian Sallow (undercurrent of romantic feelings, but not the focus).
Notes:
Just a scenario I came up with based on some unused Sebastian dialogue, where he says he fell in the lake in his first year and still has nightmares. I've bolded those quotes if you're interested to know what they were.
F!MC is unnamed but is in Gryffindor. I just thought it worked best for the dialogue and situation. Enjoy!
After a while, the task became impossible, her thoughts slowly turning to slurry in the heat of the sun. She tossed her parchment and quil asside.
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It was a hot day, and she and Sebastian were sprawled across the grass by the lake. Despite having long since discarded their stifling robes and ties, she could feel the sweat prickling the back of her neck as she tried desperately to concentrate on her potions assignment.
"Urgh, I can't do this anymore," she declared, flipping onto her back and closing her eyes.
She heard Sebastian muttering a transfiguration spell followed by "Aguamenti." They'd been taught that one in Charms not too long ago, but Sebastian had already known it anyway. She could perform the charm well enough herself, but was still grateful when Sebastian handed her the pitcher of water. She sat up and drank it greedily.
"Thanks," she said, looking over at him. His freckles were more prominent and his cheeks and nose were slightly flushed from the sun's attention. Sixth year had been kind to him, she found herself thinking, but buried the thought before she could dwell too long.
"No problem," he replied, leaning back on his elbows, legs crossed at the ankle. "I don't think I can do this for much longer either. Want to head back inside?"
"Oh, but I can think of a much better way to cool off," she said, with a mischievous grin. Without further explanation, she stood and began undressing.
She tried her best to ignore his wide eyes on her as she slipped off her shirt and shimmied out of her skirt.
"What are you doing?" He asked, sounding slightly strangled as he looked up at her, now just in her undergarments and vest.
"Going swimming!" She declared, jogging down to the water's edge. The feeling of the cool water lapping at her ankles was pure bliss.
"Well, are you coming?" She asked, looking back at him.
"You're alright."
Her eyebrows furrowed. It was unlike Sebastian to pass up a bit of fun. "Oh, come on, it'll be fun!"
"This is the best way to appreciate the lake, if you ask me. Warm, and from a distance."
She couldn't help but be a bit surprised. "You're not...scared of water, are you?"
He huffed indignantly, crossing his arms and tilting his chin in defiance. "I'm not 'scared of water', thank you very much. It's specifically the lake; fell in my first year and I still have nightmares."
"What's so scary about falling in the lake?"
"You know there's a giant squid in there, right? Let's just say I saw it up close and I am not inclined to do so again."
"Isn't it supposed to be friendly, though?"
Sebastian's mouth was fixed in a tight line. "Doesn't matter."
She swept her arms out before her, as if displaying a sign. "Sebastian Sallow. Not scared of inferi, deadly spiders, or scores of dark wizards and goblins, but bested by a dip in the lake."
"Stop it," he rebuked, but she noted the quirk in his lips, the slight upturn at the corners. Evidence that he took her teasing in good humour.
"I'm sure it'll be fine if you just come in to your ankles. Humour me?"
Sebastian paused, but after a grumble and a sigh that she thought was far too dramatic for the situation, he began pulling off his shoes and socks, finally walking down to meet her at the edge of the water. He was looking at her as if she'd asked him to clear up Graphorn dung.
"Don't look at me like that. You'll enjoy it, I promise!" She reached out to take his hand, tugging him gently towards her. After a brief moment of resistance, he let her lead him into the shallows.
"It does feel quite nice," he mumbled reluctantly, as if the words were dragged out against his will.
"See?" She beamed. She waded out a little deeper, up to her knees, and was unsurprised when he didn't follow.
She turned back to face him, hands on hips and chest puffed out proudly. "It's decided. I've made it my mission to help you overcome your fear by the end of the year."
Sebastian sighed, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. "See, this is why I don't make a habit of befriending Gryffindors. You're all so meddlesome."
"Wow, pot calling kettle black much? I've never met a more meddling person in my life!"
"At least I don't threaten to make you confront your worst fears!"
"Want to tell Ominis that?" She retorted, before she could stop herself.
Sebastian physically recoiled at her words and then seemed to deflate, his shoulders slumping. "Yeah, I guess that's true enough."
She hadn't meant for the conversation to take this turn. She felt a little bit guilty.
She cleared her throat. "Ok then, let's trade. You can help me get over my fear if I help you get over yours, deal?"
He arched an eyebrow at her, crossing his arms in disbelief. "And what fear, pray tell, does the mighty 'Hero of Howarts' need to overcome?"
She felt a blush creeping up her neck. She could hardly tell him of the suffocating fear that gripped her almost every waking moment - that he'd suddenly be taken away in chains. Thankfully, she had a backup.
"Promise not to laugh," she said, looking up at him with reproach.
He smirked, eyes twinkling with mirth. "I absolutely cannot agree to that."
"Fine! It's...I'm scared of dogs, ok?" She braced herself for his teasing.
Instead, he looked at her in disbelief, shaking his head. "That cannot be true. I've seen you ragdoll enough mongrels to know they don't scare you."
"Yeah, but have you ever seen me pet one?!" She raised a finger to indicate the scar that split her eyebrow. "I got this from a dog bite when I was four years old. I wish it was something far more exciting, but it was the neighbour's - small, ratty little thing! Ever since then, I haven't been able to bear being even in the same room as a dog. Without resorting to violence, that is..."
Sebastian seemed to consider her, perhaps gauging whether she was telling him the truth, before he dropped his arms from his chest and held a hand out for her to shake. He looked resigned. "Alright then, I accept."
She smiled, wading back to grasp his hand firmly in hers, performing an overdramatic shake that made them both giggle.
"Thanks for telling me about your fear. Makes you seem ever so slightly less invincible," Sebastian joked.
"Why? Planning my demise?" She answered.
"Ah, you've got me. Now I know all I need to do is lock you in a room without a wand and a few hounds and you'll finally be out of my hair."
"You wouldn't be rid of me that easily."
"I'd secretly hope not," he replied, hand tightening on hers. She didn't know why - maybe it was the way he said it, or the way he was looking at her now - it made her heart beat just a little bit faster.
#hogwarts legacy fic#hogwarts legacy fanfic#sebastian sallow#sebastiansallow#sebastian sallow fanfic#hogwarts legacy fanfiction#seriously we were so robbed by the amount of unused dialogue Sebastian has
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HIIIIII RAZ HERE BACK AT YA WITH ANOTHER FANFICCCC
Just A Radio Girl (Chop-Top Sawyer x Reader)
Intro: over the last 13 years over and over again reports of bizarre, grisly chain-saw mass-murders have persisted all across the state of Texas, The Texas Chainsaw Massacre has not stopped. It haunts Texas..and it seems to not have a end... till...the cannibalistic family comes across a brave Radio station dj who ends up making one of the family members fall in love with her
Word could:986
Chapter 1 - Annoying assholes
Two drunk teenage boys drove recklessly down the isolated Texas roads as one held their arm out the car window and fired a gun at a mailbox, hitting it and laughing. The teen fired the gun at anything he could to cause damage.
“WOOO!” he screeched as he leaned his head out the window and aimed the gun at a “RE-FIGHT, BATTLE OF SAN JACINTO” sign and fired. The bullet hit the L in the word Battle, this caused the boy to let out a string of hysterical giggles and wheezy laughs, before aiming the gun again, this time, the bullet hit a street sign.
Soon the drunk boy fully shot down a Battle Of The Alamo. “WOO!!” The driver spat out as he took his eyes off the road “Woo! Hook them horns, baby! We are on our way to the BIGGEST party in the world!” The driver said before he looked over to his buddy. “OH YEAHH!” His buddy replied.
Meanwhile in Burkburnett Texas a young girl who went by the name of Y/n, sat in a chair, slightly dancing to the beat of the music that played through her headphones, till, the phone rang.
Y/n picked up the phone and pressed it to her ear and moved closer to the microphone that sat on her large desk.
“Red River Rock ‘n’ Roll Request Line! This is Y/n” Y/n said cheerfully through the phone and microphone as she waited for the person on the other side of the line to answer.
“This is for Glen and could you tell the girls at Mesquite High just to leave him alone?” A woman's voice rang out through Y/ns ears and a smile spread across her face. “Heh got it! And I believe it! Glen is off-Limit now! This is Y/n on a open request line on K-OKLA in Burkburnett Texas. Red River Rock ‘n’ roll, from the tippity top of the Dallas Fort Worth Metroplex”Y/n said and after she did, she quickly turned the dials on her tuner and turned up the music on the next song and started to slowly dance along.
_Back in the car_
The two boys drank from two tall beer bottles before one grabbed a small hand held phone and started to dial the number for the Red River Rock ‘n’ Roll request line while the other one reloaded the gun. “Heck, let's give Y/n a call, see what she says” the driver said as he punched in the final number.
“What kind of name is ‘Y/n’ anyway?” The one with the gun said with a cackle “No idea” the driver replied.
_Burkburnett Texas_
Y/n stopped her little dance party as the phone rang again. She picked it up with a small eye roll and pressed it to her ear. “Red River Rock ‘n’ Roll Request Line!This is Y/n!” Y/n said as she looked over to the glass window, the one that L.G sat behind.
“Yo! Y/n!” A drunk voice hissed out happily over the phone “This is the one and only buzz!” the harsh voice said before another one jumped in “AND RICK THE PRICK!” the other slurry male voice said with a snarky laugh. “And from all the boys from Wheeler High to all the senior girls who are so stuck up, boy, your on the road to nowhere!” The harsh voice said.
“Oh! You mean ''We're on the road to nowhere?” Y/n asked with a peaked interest. “Noooo! Baby! Were on the road to Texas-OU weekend in Dallas” The more drunk boy started “YOUR on the road to nowhere” He added with a hyena laugh. “Hook them horns baby! WOOO!” The driver said.
“Hmmm real funny guys you wanna hang up now? Your kinda tying up the line” Y/n said, growing impatient with the two boys on the line. “Hey…come on” Y/n added.
“NO WAY BABY!!!” Voice one said with a chuckle “We got ALOT more requests!” Voice 2 screeched out. Y/n looked over at L.G with pleading eyes, hoping hed help her hang up the call, but L.G did nothing.
_Back in the car_
“Hey check it out dude!” The driver said as he pointed the phone at a truck driving by. “Lets play a little chicken with the farmer here” He added. As he buddy laughed (god bro gets annoying-) “WOO!” The driver yelled as he turned the wheel harshly so he was driving right to the truck to the point he could have hit the driver head on.
“COME ON BABY COME ON” “COME ONN” “COME ON MAN” Both boys screamed out with laughs.
The blue truck honked its squealing horn and swerved to the left but the boys swerved too, staying head on with the truck…Soon.. The truck was forced to go off road to avoid getting hit..
“THAT WAS GREAT!” The driver screamed out before his buddy took the phone from him to keep aggravating Y/n.
“You got that babe?sweet cheeks?Dolllll facceeeee answeeerr ussss” Trying aimlessly to get Y/n to answer him.
_Burkburnett Texas_
Y/n stood there, unplugging cords, trying to get the two boys to hang up. “Yea, later Sports, just hang up okay?!” Y/n said, trying to get the two to hang up. “No way!” The man on the other side said with a string of slurred laughs.
“L.GGGGG” Y/n cried out, trying to get L.G to hurry up with disconnecting the two boys “I'm trying Darlin!” He said over his microphone that led to her room
And soon…the boys hung up but they left many other slurry comments before doing so..
#chop top x reader#sawyer#idk why#texas chainsaw massacre#chop top#leatherface#nubbins sawyer#I love Chop but why he look like.a rat someone pulled from their sewer pipe??
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hiii moss moss 😻☺️💓 could i request vayne + crayon? 🌼✨✨ congrats on one hundred followers my dear 💓 ~ Ily !!!
CINNAMON GIRL. moss’ 100 followers event
prompt. crayon 🖍️ ;; " did you just kiss me? "
pairings. shauna vayne + f! reader
cw. lowercase intended, sfw content, mention of blood, wounds, injuries, making out
moss’ notes. THANK YOU SO MUCH STELLA 💓😸 !!! moss really loves shauna vayne and can’t help but feel like that grumpy lady would be almost on her death bed to admit she feels anything close to love for you *shakes head*
you took a place next to shauna’s laying form on the bed, hands dipping into a basin filled with hot water before leaning down to begin cleaning her face. you try to not to miss a spot and cause lady vayne have to have a bath with all the little cut spread across her skin. as you lean closer, struggling to see the smallest dots of blood on her skin your face was so close to yours that you could smell the sweet rosy fragrance of the sherry she had drank for the pain while you were threading her wounds shut.
it wasn’t polite to stare at the lady like this, wondering where her skin would crease when she smiled. would she look as content as she looks right now under a sleeping spell or maybe brighter, happier, younger? what would her smile be like? tight with her lips pressed together, or would it be an ear-to-ear kind, or perhaps just big enough to show the tips of her teeth? would her lips hurt because they are chapped and salty as the wind dried it, or feel comfortable because they are soft and sweet like biting into a peach?
as you cleaned her chin your finger slipped onto her lips, eyes focusing as they twitch the slightest of the sudden content. you will regret this, maybe you’ll never as you lean further and place your lips over hers. it’s nothing more than a peck, a still and otherwise very child-like kiss everyone experienced in kindergarten at least once. feverishly you get up from the sheets, spilling the water on the plants on the terrace that opened from the room before gather everything in it, hoping to get out of there before the lady stirred.
“did you just kiss me?”
her voice was slurry, low, and raspy just like one expect hers to be after waking. shauna’s grip that was holding you back from leaving the room wasn’t so strong, you could have easily escaped from it while murmuring to her to go back to sleep but strangely you didn’t. you put the white basin down before taking a seat on the bed, lady vayne already sitting up and starring at you.
opening your mouth to complain, somehow attempting to shoo away the situation you put yourself in, head turning but before your eyes could land on the other side of the door shauna’s tongue was in your mouth. so instantaneous and urgent was that tongue, plunged like some writhing sea-shape into your gaping maw. it was raw and sloppy, drool escaping on the corner of your lips, eyes closing as the huntress dominates the situation expertly.
“lady vayne…” you huff after she leaves you to take a breath, sounding so selfish and desperate for more. she nods, the corner of her mouth turning into a small smile while her palms warmed your jaw line, her eyes searching for yours in the dim room.
vayne pulled you down with her onto your side, cradling your head with her arms and pulling it on her chest. she babbled something that sounded close to goodnight, but you couldn’t be sure because of the rustling of the blanket as she dragged it on top of you cut it into only sounds.
“tell me this is not a fragment of my sick imagination, let it not be the alcohol and the pain making my head this muddled.” you only chuckle at her poetic words, your own hands caressing the sides of her neck before whispering for her not to worry, that what is happening is very real.
soft, sweet, bitter, and plump…
#📼 › moss tapes#leauge of legends x reader#vayne x reader#shauna vayne x reader#league of legends vayne x reader#league of legends shauna vayne x reader#vayne#shauna vayne#league of legends shauna vayne#league of legends vayne
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[2:33 AM] You wake up when someone slips your mug out of your hands. You stir for a moment, eyelids fluttering.
“I think it’s time for bed,” your favorite voice in the world murmurs.
A smile slowly forms on your lips. “‘M awake,” you say, voice slurry with sleep, stretching your limbs.
“Not awake enough not to spill all your tea.”
You frown, blinking your eyes open slowly. Youngjo is kneeling next to where you’ve curled up on the couch, gently pressing a swath of paper towels into the rug right in front of you.
“Shit,” you say, sitting further upright.
“It’s okay, I’ve already gotten most of it,” he says, smiling up at you for a moment before returning to the rug. “May need to wash the rug tomorrow.”
You slump back again. “Good thing I got the washable one.”
Youngjo nods, and you lift a hand to his head, fingers combing gently through his hair, fingertips scratching softly at his scalp. You smile when he relaxes against the contact.
“Was waiting up for you,” you say, swallowing to try and make your voice sound less drunk.
“I told you you don’t have to do that,” he says, frowning.
You shake your head. “Wanted to. Lonely back there without you.”
Youngjo’s lips twitch, a fond smile crinkling in the corners of his eyes. You watch him fight this smile as you continue to stroke his hair, as he continues to press methodically at the tea in the rug.
“Time is it?” You ask finally.
“Half past two,” he says, gathering the damp paper towels up and rising to his feet.
You suddenly remember. “Hey, I made you a—”
Youngjo lifts a mug you’d left on the coffee table and nods, smiling. “Thanks, drank it. It was still warm when I got here.”
“It’s that heating coaster,” you say, standing and getting your bearings. “Sorry about the tea, I could’ve gotten it.”
“It’s okay, just watch your step so your socks don’t get damp,” he says from the kitchen.
You take care to step around the damp spot and shuffle towards the back hallway, legs not used to being awake and useful.
Youngjo catches up with you and guides you gently by the shoulders, keeping you from stumbling against the wall.
“‘S late,” you mumble as you make it to the room. “Everything go okay?”
“Yeah, not bad,” Youngjo says, squeezing your shoulders and breaking away to dig through the dresser for comfy clothes.
You trudge to the bed and sit down hard, rubbing sleep out of your right eye.
“You can lie down, it’s okay,” Youngjo laughs when you stay sitting up, watching him change.
You shake your head. “Waiting for you.”
“I’m right here,” he says, grinning, and you can tell he knows he won’t change your mind. You shake your head resolutely, and he finishes changing and tossing his clothes in the hamper.
“Hi,” you murmur, smiling big when Youngjo comes over and scoops you into a hug.
He just laughs, muffled against your shoulder, and shuffles you both around to lie down.
“Will you finally go to sleep now, love?” He asks, his fingertips drawing soothing, sleepy circles against your back.
Your eyes are already drooping shut, and you smile sleepily. “Mhm. Comfy. Have you.”
You feel the brief warm, soft pressure of his lips on your forehead. “Good.”
“Love you,” you mumble, needing to say it before you completely drift off.
You feel his lips curl softly against your forehead, feel him relax his arm securely over you.
“Love you, too,” you hear him whisper before sleep claims you once again.
#youngjo fluff#ravn fluff#youngjo x reader#ravn x reader#oneus fluff#youngjo drabble#ravn drabble#oneus drabble#youngjo timestamp#ravn timestamp#oneus timestamp#youngjo#kim youngjo#ravn#oneus#admin ellie#ellie writes#ellie's fluff#the insane I am over this man….#unparalleled
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I wanna know more about Akasha's like- Blood drinking habits and whatnot.
Why did she start doing it? Is she some form of like... Rainbow Drinker or something? Did something happen in her life to cause her to feel the need to consume it?
Is she like- Always aware that she's doing it as well?
This one is going to be long since there's a lot to discuss.
Content Warnings- blood drinking, culling, grub harm, addiction
I've considered the idea of her being some sort of rainbow drinker variant but for now she's a normal troll with a mutation that lets her safely consume blood as food and briefly copy powers. Perhaps the mutation is the result of rainbow drinker genes getting mixed in the genetic slurry?
As a grub, she was already displaying these habits by eating others for their blood. Since lusii pick out their grub by their scent, I imagine hers was able to smell that she'd been feeding on the blood of trolls and was like "𝙖𝙮𝙤 𝙄 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤." Her lusus is a Chupacabra-based creature who feeds on troll blood as its only food source. It used to hunt for the two of them, and for the first 2 sweeps it would only feed Akasha blood.
In her youth, Akasha wouldn't often go out to hunt. She'd only do it if her lusus was gone for a while and the supply at home was running out. In fact, after her and her lusii realized what a normal troll diet was, blood was only used as a supplement to her regular meals. However, after the loss of several matesprits/moirails as well as general life stress, she started to drink more blood as a stress reliever while hunting helped with her built up rage. Overtime this has become an addiction.
Nowadays she has to regularly drink blood. She can live off of normal food but it doesn't satisfy her cravings. Furthermore, she'll experience withdraw symptoms (headaches, irritability, lethargy, etc) and if she goes too long without blood, she'll enter a blood frenzy, which is dangerous for everybody. The blood doesn't have to be straight from the source meaning that blood bags work just fine. She's gone to shady back-alley doctors for it before, and her weapon can collect blood. Not sure if synthetic blood would do anything- She prefers fresh blood but doesn't always feel like going out and getting it.
When she drinks blood, she can get a quick jolt of the victim's powers. For example, she could shoot an psionic eye laser if she drank from a goldblood who has that ability. This is also why her addiction is pretty bad- using powers feels great to her. The more she drinks, the longer she can use the power. Doesn't work on highbloods or with abilities that require lots of time/skill to use. Mixing bloods/powers is ill advise and can severely hurt her and/or cause collateral damage if the powers do not mix well.
As for awareness, she is well-aware of it. The only time she isn't is whenever she enters a blood frenzy. During them she becomes instinctual, aggressive, and out of control. Her physical strength and senses get out of hand. She also hunts indiscriminately, meaning that she might attack her allies or higher bloods (including seadwellers). She'll rapidly drink and mix blood, another reason why blood frenzies are so dangerous. When they're over, she passes out for a few days and doesn't remember what happened.
She isn't super public about her blood drinking, preferring to not mention it without reason to strangers. However, it isn't a huge secret; trolls have seen her hunt, rumors have been spoken about her, and friends will crack jokes about it. As a highblood, most don't bat an eye at the fact, especially since she feeds on lowbloods. The main concern is making sure she doesn't kill the wrong troll, such as a seadweller.
As for why I made her drink blood, a thing I do is give my characters some kind of quirky trivia sentence. For Akasha it was one of her Troll Call bullet points: "Don't let her drink your blood." There was not much to it beyond that.
Later on, I wanted to expand upon that point and make it more creative. Why would it be bad for her to drink your blood? Additionally, her sign -Scoriborn- is "of the Dangerous" so I figured I could connect the two; I decided to give her the ability "Copy and Taste" which lets her briefly copy the powers of the person whose blood she drinks. For the sake of balancing, she can't copy highblood powers (maybe in the future?). It also ties into how ceruleans have a thief/criminal motif to them; Vriska is a thief of light, Remele plagiarizes and steals art, Mallek hacks, etc. Akasha steals blood (sometimes lives) and then copies their powers.
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The star was beautiful. Pulled down from the heavens yet still unblemished, wreathed in celestial light unscattered and pure, it was the most beautiful thing Ohm had ever seen. Perhaps, if was a fast worm, it could have caught it so that it might know what the night sky tastes like, but it was not a fast worm. So it watched, entranced, as the star fell upon Etevaasin and stole all that which Ohm had stolen.
Nothing remained. The lower colonnades, the venerable millenia-old gardens, the speaking chambers, all of them seemed as frail as insect wings as they were reduced to nothing. Ohm had wanted to thrash and writhe at this audacious denial, but it hadn't the strength; the star struck at such an angle to rend the Beast in two, and its glowing ambrosial blood quickly began to pool in the still-fresh crater. In the end, all it could do was to pull itself underground and sleep.
But you know what they say about worms when cut in two.
Strange alchemy occurred within that crater. The Beast's bright blood mingled with the celestial miasma that billowed from the fallen star, boiling and bubbling in the heat. The starblood vapours flowed over Ohm's dissolving flesh and curdled into something new. Something horrible. Ohmlings.
Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of ohmlings were transmuted from Ohm's severed half. They immediately began to sing and cry and devour one another in a sea of orgiastic violence as they spilled down the slope and drank gluttonously of the starblood slurry at the crater’s center. Like a pot boiling over, ohmlings soon spilled over the lip of the crater and spread into Laasera, screams echoing throughout the jungle.
Ohmlings are atrocious little creatures. The prototypical ohmling is a round and squat humanoid, with a fat body and spindly arms and legs. They have a mouth filled with sharp teeth able to bite most anything, and have skin so pale one might imagine they'd never seen the light. All have two eyes, though some are blessed with one, and these cyclopian ohmlings are thought to be destined for greatness, at least by ohmling standards.
Ohmling society, if you can call it that, is a simple thing; they're not particularly bright, though each thinks they're a genius. They've inherited a desire to dominate, but most only do so by tormenting one another or abusing what little power they are given by whichever ohmling is currently biggest, fattest, and scariest. This doesn't stop them from enjoying life, however; ohmlings love to sing, in a loose definition of the word; an ohmling song is a discordant and unpleasant thing, more about volume than melody, and one ohmling singing will be sure to start a cacophonous choir that threatens to deafen those foolish enough to get too close They love to play, and dance, and murder, too. But most of all, they love to eat.
And eating is a peculiar thing for ohmlings, because when they eat, they change. A fresh ohmling will come to reflect whatever it has eaten: an ohmling that devours enough fish may find itself able to swim and breath underwater, or an ohmling that eats enough foliage may find that it can skulk through the undergrowth and hide with its natural camouflage. Only in its first year does an ohmling mutate like this, and thank goodness for that. Ohmlings are also terribly fecund pests, but are born without any of their parents' mutations and only live for a decade at most, and thank goodness for that, too.
Sadly, their short and stupid lives have not stopped them from spreading across the world. A mere ten years after the starfall, ohmlings had become a nuisance to the humans in eastern Incarien, and in twenty they were having to be put down in Morne and the Occident. Already, some are bobbing their way across the ocean to Lekesh and tumbling down to the underworld, and it's only a matter of time before they're nipping at the hooves of every tarbra in Haebrach.
(Omeara spends 1 to Command Avatar to have Ohm Create Race, this being the deplorable ohmlings. 12 - 1 = 11 power remaining.
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I don't know what we did to piss off the universe but tonight is.. It's just bad.
I think Reno is on his way out. 😟 I'm not confident he's gonna see tomorrow, let alone Monday.
Mom offerred to initiate an emergency call. I think those are an additional $200... At least
All they can do is give him the antibiotic and steroid and maybe a syringe of saline. None of which I think would be worth the 20 minute drive in a kennel and the stress of being poked and prodded.. He's just old. Nothing but fur and bones. He feels different to the touch. Stiffer.
He hasnt wanted to eat since yesterday. I gave him a slurry of tuna water and his urgent care food. He lapped at it a tiny bit. He drank water but then threw it up. Also I think the tuna water hurt him, he's having very liquid poops.
He's laying in the recliner. For a while his breathing was so shallow I had to keep checking. We pointed a heater at him.
He looks so tired. He's not even laying down all the way. He's leaning against the chair but looks like hes trying to sleep.
He was wanting to drink but... He stopped trying. I mixed water and chicken broth. He loved it the first time. We got some Pedialyte, mixed some broth in there. Didnt drink. So I've been squirting a tablespoon or two of it via syringe every once in a while.
We're all in the living room holding vigil 😭 I got some coffee, I dont wanna sleep any time soon.
I thought maybe if he made it to tomorrow I'd consider the emergency vet visit.
My poor baby...
And on top of this crisis, my niece is trying to selfishly take the spotlight with her own fuck ups.
She broke up with her boyfriend last week. Shes with a new one she's been getting close to for a few weeks. Officially it hasnt even been a week.
He got a ring and proposed. She said yes.
We can't. We literally can't even.
Just what the fuck.
My sister noped out, she's pretending the call didnt exist. No one has the spoons to deal with any of this.
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