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The agents but they attended a ball hosted by their idol friends
Short descriptions heehoo 👇
[First image]
“The guests were already familiar with with Koa (she’s often seen with Off the Hook on their free time) but many whispers were made about the mysterious woman who held her arm around her waist.”
[Second Image]
Following the two, were Visha and Tala.
“ They didn’t catch a lot of attention at first. But when it came down to the dance, they sure showed everyone how to dance! Not wanting to fall behind their fellow agents, they put aside their differences and really showed everyone what true chemistry looks like.”
#they went to a ball and Pearl bought 8 the dress#it was clear favoritism#Koa and Connie were dealing with gay panic I fear#Tal and Vis were ripping the dance floor but I’m not drawing it mb#there’s nothing cool about Connie they just don’t go out as often#yazzy art#agent 3#agent 8#splatoon#splatoon 3#agent 24#connie (3)#koa (8)#agent 4#tala (4)#visha (neo 3)#neo 3
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i think it would be cute if one of Douma's worshippers had a kid that was non verbal and can't communicate all that well. So, when it's their turn to talk to Douma, he and them just play board games to help them speak.
A/N: NO BECAUSE I LOVE THIS IDEA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
CW's: none, reader has loving parents, douma is really good at card games, not proofread bc i hate reading my own works heehoo, dm me if i missed a tag or if u want to confess ur undying love for me
Your parents are lovely, really. They make sure your every need is met, they spoil you and always tell you how much they adore you.
There's however one thing that frustrates you to no end.
Your parents would beg for years to their lord in the hopes that one day you'll speak.
It's not like you were stupid, absolutely not. If only people would understand how clever you were.
Douma, being the kind person he is (he claimed that title himself) took it upon himself to "help" you.
That's how you ended up in his quarters. Your parents waved goodbye as they left and telling you to be good. You hated it when they treated you like a small child.
Your face had a sour expression as you looked at him. This was the guy who was supposed to "cure" you?
"I don't think we've met before, have we? I'm Douma, but I think you already know that." He jokingly winked at you. "What's your name, kid?" He tried.
Silence.
Douma points a finger at you. "Speak now and I won't tell anyone." He smirks.
Yet again, silence. You quirk his eyebrow at him. Was he really his stupid?
"I'm your lord y'know, it would be rude to just ignore me." Douma whines before throwing himself back against his mountain of pillows.
A smile grazed your lips. Normally you'd just be annoyed by these desperate attempts to get you to talk, however you never expected this side from your lord.
Douma stared at the ceiling for a moment before sitting up, he looked at you.
"Well we've got an hour to kill, what would you like to do?"
You shrugged.
"Would you like to play a card game?"
Your eyes lit up at the idea and nodded excitedly. You loved card games, better yet, you were undefeated at them. Douma looked excited at this opening.
He grabbed a stack of hanafuda cards and shuffled them before dealing them between the two of you. "Are you familiar with koi koi?" He asked.
You nodded, of course you knew what koi koi was. You were the best at it.
"Now, I will warn you that I'm really good at it, but I'll go easy on you, kid."
You snorted at him, making Douma cock an eyebrow at you an amused expression on his face.
"What was that? Are you doubting me? You know I won't let you go off the hook now, huh?" He laughed, shaking his head. You had guts, he liked that.
You beat him. Hard.
"I want a rematch." He demanded jokingly, despite his ego being bruised a bit.
He lost, again. And again. Until finally the time ran out.
"Same time, tomorrow?"
And so you did, everyday from that point on. He'd always make time out of his busy schedule for the two of you to play a quick game, despite getting his ass handed to him everytime.
Douma grew alongside you, he grew comfortable enough to not hide behind fake smiles and playful teasing, he was true to himself around you. He didn't feel like he'd have to fake feeling emotions around you.
"Thank you," you spoke hoarsely, barely above a whisper after months of playing cards with him "for making me feel normal."
Douma, not bothering to look up from his cards, almost like you spoke everyday, returned the sentiment. "Thank you for making me feel normal too, kid."
#yikes im not a fan of how this turned out hhhhhh#hope u enjoy it nevertheless<3#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#anime#kny#demon slayer fluff#douma#douma headcanons#douma x reader
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Ninjago Fic Rec Week: Day 3
I have not been making posts for this week because heehoo what is energy or time to remember what I’ve read BUT I have a few suggestions for today if not many. Enjoy
First fic is Saturniidae, an older fic from ShinyShiny9, author of Fantastic Mr. Walker! Angst fic about the ninja team having outgrown each other post-s4, and the Ultra Dragon, and the dismay of growing up. Has a dark subplot with Kai that you’ll be familiar with if you read Fantastic Mr. Walker. It’s technically my fault this fic exists and I will never stop regretting/being thankful for that
My second fic is ALSO from ShinyShiny9, only posted on her deviantart and flagged for mature themes, so you will need to log in to read it. ^^; but if you’re willing to do that, Two and a Half is a deceptively angsty fic about Lloyd’s favorite number and all the ways it’s served him through his life, and what the Golden Master prophecy means for him in Rebooted.
I’m going to be that person and toot my own horn just because I’m genuinely proud of this fic but if you can handle eye horror, See No Evil is a dark Kai fic about a mission in a rural forest gone wrong due to supernatural reasons. Comes with pictures!
My main purpose for making this post was to rec Shiny’s fics so now I’m struggling to add to this post without adding the Fandom Greats that everyone will probably recommend already, because my memory sucks, buuuuut...
I’ll start this next one by saying that I would recommend basically all of @scrambledfluffmuffins fic (Dr. Fluffmuffin on FFN)’s repertoire of fic, for their lovely, nuanced takes on all the characters, from the main 6 to Wu and Garmadon! In keeping with the angst theme, I am specifically recommending In Warm Colors for a delicate but devastating exploration of grief in the wake of Kai’s death.
Genuinely unsure how to summarize this one, but Whisper is a long, epic tale of the ninja and their fight against darkness, with extensive lore and magic. Lots of deep moments to let all the ninja shine, but Kai and Nya in particular play a huge role.
@lloydskywalkers is an author who needs no introduction, but presented with the chance to terrorize you all with some of her less-known fic, I can’t refuse. Introducing the fic that literally gave me a nightmare, fears is a bad-end AU of season 2′s finale. Lots of angst, lots of death. Lloyd is a broken boy.
This untitled oneshot by her is also an extremely good angsty fic exploring Jay’s psyche after he runs into Cliff Gordon but fails to speak to him until after his death. :’) Wonderfully painful
This is a whole SERIES but I still recommend it; the Remember series by Bluepaw265 documents Kai’s journey, trying to keep his family alive through each foe they face, and the difficult path with Lloyd as their destinies drive a wedge between them. It’s hard to summarize, but the writing style is light but gut-wrenchingly effective.
struggling to think of anymore I am so sorry almost all of these are on ffn but that’s how you know I’m Old
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Kinktober Day 10 - Size difference
MINORS DNI!!!! Day 10 of Kinktober is: size difference - Heehoo x amab reader. Big man, big everything :3
Also posted on AO3
Kinktober masterlist is here
Wordcount: 700+
Tags/warnings: size difference, thigh fucking
Heehoo is the farthest from a small creature. He towers over you with ease. At 7″4 there is nothing about him that isn’t big, and you love it.
Big hands wrapping around yours to warm them, big smile as he brings you berries, big lap that you love to sit and cuddle in.
And as you wake up in what you’ve affectionately dubbed your nest, you feel one of the not small things about him press against your ass as Heehoo rumbles behind you.
“Oh, good morning to you too.”
“Mate.” His arms around press you close, and he ruts against you, the feeling of him already leaking against your back making your own dick stir, very much interested now.
“Alright, yeah, fuck, hold on, let me get the lu-”
“No.”
“What you mean no? We talked about this, I need- Oh!” You cut yourself off as you feel Heehoo lift up your leg a bit, pushing his dick between your thighs.
“Okay yeah, that won’t need much, but fuck, we still need some for the s-”
“No.” Once more that word, this time coupled with Heehoo moving his hips back a bit, before thrusting forwards. It glides with ease, which makes you realize he must have been leaking a good bit already.
Fuck, how long had he been awake for before you?
“Shit, yeah, oh, fuck yeah.” You mumble out as Heehoo starts to fuck the space between your thighs in earnest. His arms keep you in place with ease as he sets the pace he wants, which is fast and rough this time. You hold on for dear life, every thrust almost shaking you.
How easily you’re kept where he wants, and how small that makes you feel makes a low moan bubble up from your throat. Heehoo makes a sound you’ve dubbed a chuff (like a big cat), so pleased with the response he’s getting.
Your cock is now rock hard, and you have half a mind to touch yourself, but Heehoo beats you to it. A big and warm hand closes around your cock, starting to jerk you off more or less in tandem with Heehoo’s hips.
A pause as you’re moved up a bit, then the rough pace continues. Heehoo seems to be chasing his own orgasm as fast as possible, which you don’t mind at all, as he’s very much dragging you there with him.
His mouth dances over your shoulder before teeth worries at the skin, the bite soft compared to the way his cock moves between your thighs. Though you’re certain it will leave a mark, and that sends another wave of arousal washing over you.
Heehoo using your thighs to get off as he makes sure you do the same gets you close the edge almost embarrassingly quickly.
“Fuck Heehoo, I’m gonna, I’m gon-”
“Cum.” His low and gravely voice whispers, fucking whispers next to your ear. And fuck, that sends you over the edge with the loudest moan you’ve made today.
A few more thrusts, and Heehoo follows, spilling himself over and between your thighs, some of it making its way onto your stomach to mix with your own cum.
Heehoo groans, hips bucking through the aftershocks as you both come down, panting being the only thing filling the air for a few minutes.
“Good mate.”
“Fuck, you too, but fucking hell we’ve made a mess.”
“I clean.”
“Wh-” You can’t even manage a word before you’re moved and flipped onto your back with Heehoo over you. He towers over you, but gives you a long and almost sweet kiss before moving down to start lapping at the cum covering your stomach.
“Holy shit, fuck-” At a loss for words, you just watch as Heehoo licks up your shared cum from your stomach and thighs.
He makes sure he gets every drop, his tongue having covered a good deal of you before he is done. You’re almost surprised you aren’t hard again, almost a little disappointed, but Heehoo hardly seem to mind as he moves back up, catching your lips in a kiss to let you taste your mixed taste on his lips.
His broad tongue comes out to play a little bit before he leans back to nose along your neck, once more letting out a little chuff.
“Good mate.”
#heehoo#heehoo x reader#heehoo smut#heehoo fic#heehoo fanfiction#amab reader#smut#lemon#kinktober 2022#kinktober#my writing
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little pamson collection (or, benson being hopelessly in love)
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just a bunch of short, bite-sized little pamsons, ty @br333 for giving me an excuse to write them again because i wanted to so badly heehoo
in my mind, this other lil thing of mine happens between ii. and iii. so if u wanna read it like that or not it’s cool hah.
little piece of dialogue in iii. taken from this prompt list by @dumplingsjinson
i. takes place shortly after Pam I Am
ii. first post-space meeting
iii. first official date
iv. wedding day
v. wedding night
i.
Benson looked up from his clipboard, hissing a silent curse at the fax machine strapped to his chest. He slapped it with his free hand, “Stop getting in my way, you stupid… thing…”
The word he intended to use left his mind, as did this morning’s worries, as he saw her across the lawn. She gave him a little wave and suddenly Benson felt something in his chest, something he’d only ever experienced very few times before. It seemed to affect his legs too, as they were now carrying him towards her.
Pam greeted him with a warm smile and a “hi” that made him fear he’d melt right then and there.
“Hey,” he casually rested his arms on the fax machine as he stared up at her.
After a few seconds, the silence was broken by Pam, “Oh, uh, I should probably get going. Don’t know if Langer’s around here watching, y’know?”
“Oh, yeah, of course,” he mumbled, scratching at the back of his head.
“So, see you around?” She grinned sweetly at him as she turned.
“Yeah…” he sighed dreamily, and then she was gone.
ii.
“Pam!”
Somewhat remarkably, he’d managed to see her through the chaos of the evening, standing at the back of the huge crowd, eyes scanning the group.
Benson waved a hand high above his head and called out for her as he weaved through the horde of people.
“Hey…” they both whispered at the same time.
“Pam! What are you doing here?”
“I heard the news! It’s… good to see you.” He swore he could see a blush spread across her freckled cheeks.
“It’s good to see you too!”
He felt himself reaching for her hand when he suddenly noticed the sounds of several voices calling his name. His face reddened, “Uhh, I guess I should–”
“Oh! Of course, go!” Pam giggled.
As Benson was being dragged away, he managed to call out, “You wanna catch up after all this has cooled down?”
She offered him a small smile and a wave, “it’s a date.”
iii.
He felt a little out of place in such a fancy restaurant, surrounded by elegant people, beautiful outfits, expensive food and drinks and opulent decor. But that didn’t matter right now, not when Pam was sitting right across from him and she looked so beautiful and all he cared about was giving her a perfect evening and–
“Hey, Benson?”
Her voice cut through the loudness of his thoughts and made him choke on his drink. He took several seconds to compose himself before taking another sip, “Yeah?”
“You’ve been staring at me all night. Is everything alright or…?”
Oh, God.
He didn’t even realise he’d been staring. He felt his whole face redden and quickly downed the rest of his drink in an attempt to hide it.
“Staring? Psh. I– I wasn’t staring. I was observing. Big difference!”
Pam giggled into her own glass, “Well, whatever you were doing, you definitely know how to make a girl feel pretty.”
Benson reached a hand across the table and curled his fingers around hers, “That’s only because you are pretty.”
She raised the menu to her face, a transparent attempt at hiding her flushed cheeks.
“We’ve had this menu for, like, half an hour and nothing’s standing out to me. What about you?”
“Hmm, same.”
“Y’know, I think Wing Kingdom should still be open at this hour.”
“Let’s go!”
iv.
“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Benson, you may kiss the bride.”
Benson stood on the tips of his feet and Pam leaned forward slightly so that they were at eye-level with each other. She lifted his chin up with a finger and they pressed their lips together. His hands flew up to cup her cheeks and he melted into her. The kiss was long and tender, and allowed them to forget for a moment that all of their friends and family were watching.
When they broke apart, Benson’s hands went to his new wife’s jaw and pulled her back down for another kiss, just a little peck this time. His hands slipped down to her waist, their eyes met and he spoke in his smoothest voice, “You know, Mrs. Pam Dunwoody has a pretty nice ring to it, don’t you think?”
v.
The newly-married couple fell into bed that night, exhausted from the huge day they’d just had. They immediately got under the covers and snuggled as close as they possibly could.
“I can’t believe I get to have you forever now,” Benson mumbled as he pressed his forehead against hers.
Pam responded by separating her forehead from his and placing a soft kiss on the top of his head. He was starting to slump over now.
“You sound tired. Come on, why don’t we go to sleep, Husband?”
“Mmm. I like the sound of that. And the sleep thing,” he gave her a sloppy kiss on the shoulder, the only place he could reach now without having to move his weary body, “Goodnight, Mrs. Dunwoody.”
Pam gently eased his head onto the pillow, “Goodnight. Love you.”
#regular show#benson#pam#mywriting#felt pretty rusty after not writing for a while but nonetheless i enjoyed writing these :>#maybe they suck but hopefully they’re okay#me queue
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Creation asks 4, 8, and 19 for Sienna, Yhalea, and Serenity!
@mystery-salad
Thank you for the ask. Muah. Super mega appreciated <3
4 - In developing their backstory, what elements of the world they live in played the most influential parts?
Sienna: Sienna just… existed for a while (as the big sister of Nat, but this changed to little sister), and for a very very brief spell was my Commander, but it felt too forced, and I wasn’t vibing with it. But within her current story, I suppose it’s exploring the Order of Whispers and how they actually operate and how people move up in the ranks.
Yhalea: Once I was settled in with a story for her, and not just “heehoo, guardian pole dancing” it was Inquest stuff. I think what the Inquest do is absolutely terrible, but wanted someone who had tasted that world but then got the fuck out. Yhalea gets abandoned by the Inquest when a mission goes south, and being seen as expendable really really really cheesed her off. So when she forms the krewe with Aloreca she makes sure she’s never seen that way again (and tries to piss off the Inquest as much as possible)
Serenity: Again, took a while for Serenity to fit into her backstory. Despite having a different name to the rest of the Fae family, I wanted to find a way to eventually connect her back to that name, but for it to take a really really long time for that to happen. It wasn’t until I retconned Ruby into being a bit of a selfish dick that this was really able to play out fully. Being involved in mysterious organisations within the world (Whispers, Shining Blade) helped play this along.
8 - What (if anything) do you relate to within their character/story?
Sienna: Nothing really.
Yhalea: Not being expendable. Finding “your people”.
Serenity: No matter how much other stuff knocks you down, keep on going, stick to your guns, to your core, and keep on going.
19 - What is your favorite fact about your OC?
Sienna: She has two “looks” one of them being “I am the whispery whisperest Whisper agent around, what am I up to? You'll never know. Might just be buying a pint of milk.” and the other “just a gal” There’s no in between.
Yhalea: Name was inspired by a friend’s OC. I think they were a mother of a bunch of werewolves? God it’s been like 9 years or something, I don’t remember the exact name of the OC, but I’m pretty sure I changed it up a bit. But yeah, it was sort of in recognition of my friend. “This OC makes me think of you”
Serenity: Her existence and everything connected to it is probably some of the most lore-breaky stuff I have. I usually only go as far as lore-bendy, but it’s like I’ve dumped all my breaking into one gal and her other identities.
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heehoo. 1, 12, 15, 20, and 28?
GIOOOGUHGH. . ..
1. Big City Blues by Lil Peep
12. a. (starts counting on my fingers). nvm that one doesn't work. OH HAGEHE. The Moonbase Alpha Cover of Hello World by Louie Zong methinks. I don't really remember much of different times I think.
15. HOGUHHH. HOHHH HHOHOHHOHH. Hohhhhhh this is hard. uhmmm. there's so many good picks. . .hoh. okay I have one. I REALLY like the cover of Careless whisper by Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox. It's REALLY good.
20. skippign this for now I'm so. grah. OKAY I think. I'm going with Roulette Dares(the haunt of) by The Mars Volta. heehoo. horugh. . . WRITHES AROUND ON THE GROUND. please listen to the Mars Volta their songs are so long but hot DAMN are they good. horguhhh. . .
28. poogruuhugrhuhuuhgr. WHY ARE YOU ASKING SO MANY HARD QUESTIONS. gahhhh. .. gahhhh. . . . okay I'm probably gonna. ORUGHRH RIPS OUT HAIR. there's so many. OURGHH. I'm settling(??? I fucking forgot how to spell this word??? is this the correct way?? I went through three different versions I think this is it tho) for uhhhhh. Feed the Rapture by uhmmm. Tub Ring. the second singer doesn't pop up in many of the songs but when they do they are GOOD. hoguh. either that or uhhmm Stay'n Alive by Scott Bradlee's Postmodern jukebox again. they have different singers each song but the guy who sings staying alive?? HOUGHHH. hough. heehoo
KICKS FEET. I'm turning this back around on YOU now. 6. 8. 11. 19. 23 and 25!! teehee twirls hair.
#asks#this is sooo neat tho. . . heehoo#I'm gonna add all the song that you say to my queue btw I wanna know your music tastes. heehoo.
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I remember the first time I went to go see Cabaret, I didnt actually know the overarching story, only that there were showgirls in it.
Anyways I distinctly recall fucking shitting myself at the act 1 finale.
#like me and paige had no idea what was coming and then THAT happened and the flags unfurled#and i have a vivid memory of us making eye contact and whispering 'what the FUCK' as the whole crowd went silent#anyways I'd love to go see it again but i just KNOW it will not feel the same as the horror of that first time ahaha#oh yeah im watching schitts creek which is what's bringing this up#also listening to 'Money' on repeat and getting the zoomies heehoo
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If it's not too much trouble, may I request the remaining letter for Kalim?
A/N: I ENDED UP RUINING THE ORDER OF EVERYTHING BUT THATS FINE. SECOND YEAR SUPREMACY HEEHOO. WITH THIS KALIM IS FINISHED~!
all characters featured are depicted as 18+
warning: explicit content below cut!
Kalim Al-Asim
Goofy
A lot of laughter in sex with him. Especially in the beginning when the two of you are still getting used to each other and learning about each other’s bodies. He would probably use the opportunity to make sure to keep you in a good mood.
If insertion hurts a little then Kalim will hold himself steady--whispering praises across the planes of your face--and maybe even muttering your favourite joke or two to make sure he’ll see you radiant smile again. “--You’re laughing. That’s good. That’s the smile I want to see!”
Location
He’s pretty open minded about it in general? However, him not being able to do it anywhere is less of his opinion and more of his reputation as the Asim Heir. Jamil would be so strict with both of you with it.
Because of that, you two will probably end up defaulting to more private areas--like the bedroom or his bathroom because it’s much safer to do it there. He does enjoy it too--sex on a bed filled with pillows… or maybe in a middle of a steaming bathtub.
Quickie
The thing is, is that this is actually something that Kalim would actually enjoy doing. He would love to quickly slip away with you during a party just to fuck you in a corner. He’d be really good at it too! He’ll come back to the party, all smiles while you have to attach yourself to his arm in the hopes that you won’t tumble from how hard he railed you.
That being said, your quickies… Are very fast. Primarily because you have to do things without other people noticing. It’s super easy for Kalim to be noticed. Kalim himself is very bright, noticeable--magnetic and he also has Jamil (who constantly has his eye on both of you).
Risk
As much as Kalim will be open to any type of risk you might want to try out, both of you have an obstacle in Jamil. Jamil will always find out whatever it is the two of you are planning and in the slightest chance that it could affect Kalim negatively, he’s going to stop you both.
Really, Jamil wants to be uninvolved. This isn’t his problem, he doesn’t want to know… but because of Jamil’s family, these things are just a part of his duty and he’s really looking out for the both of you at the end. So please don’t stress him out anymore.
ZZZ
He tries his best not to fall asleep before you. He does feel a little bad because it happens half the time, no matter how much he tries not too. It’s not even because he’s completely exhausted from sex, he just really likes the bed and it makes him sleepy.
On the days he does manage to stay up and wait for you to join him in bed, he happily opens up his arms wide for you. He wants to go to sleep cuddling you, whispering to you and the night sky about how much he adores you.
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heehoo, so going off of the 20+ xiao fanart ! <3
i like to think xiao is sensitive with his hair and scalp, so when you go to rake and entangle your fingers through his hair in the midst of passion—he instantly melts and moans into your locked lips. slowly pulling away, cheeks flushed, eyes half lidded as he drinks in your image. a lewed string of drool connecting from your lips.
your dress hiked up by his hands gripping your hips, massaging circles into your skin. your shoulders lay bare when he tugs your dress down. his breathing shaky, he leans in and starts sucking on the supple skin. whimpers and moans escaped your rosey lips with each thrust of his pelvis. stuffing you full of his girth, his strokes harder and faster my the minute. xiao let out a long guttural moan as your pussy sucked him in, lewed wet squelching and smacking sounded each time is balls met your entrance.
“s-such a good girl.. oh.. baby.”
his voice was raspy and warm against the back of your ear. your gummy walls squeezed his cock as you orgasmed, your eyes rolling back. xiao filled with lust wasn’t finished ravaging you, he wanted you to milk him. tears formed in your eyes and you gasped out.
“xiao please it’s t-too m-m-much.. haa.” your words were slurred, all of your senses heightened in pleasure.
“i know, it’s ok princess i know you can take it.. i’m almost there.”
at this point xiao was beating his meat mercilessly into your warm wet hole. a hand wrapped around your throat, choking you hard. he leaned down and kissed you, his tongue swirling in your mouth muffling out your long drawn out moans.
“cum for me.” his commanding voice was below a whisper, shaky.. desperate for his own release too.
you gasped and squealed in ecstasy. your second orgasm overtaking you, your eyes rolled once again as you felt something biting hot pump deep inside of you. xiao let out an animalistic groan as he creamed hard, he looked down to see the enticing sticky substance drool from your hole. a ring of cum oozing around the girth of his cock.
“good girl..”
🕊 — anon
aaahh oh my ....,, bestie this is SO good ... okay but if you were to start a blog PLEASE hmu .... omw to be ur first follower because ur potential is just . amazing i love this sm ... i love xiao am creaming rn this is so sweet yet hot i’m . *dies*
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ok time for angst HEEHOO what if. what if while in the void its annes turn in the memory box. and naturally its traumatizing shit!!! but when they get back anne is too numb to be angry at rime but felix is seething and yells at him and then rime hears what happened and OUGHHH the guilt!!! the agony. so he tries to talk to anne but she is like "Rime, let it go. ill be fine" but she doesnt talk to him or even look at him so he begs her to scream, get mad, anything, because their silence is worse and
he nearly cries when she hugs him and whispers “i forgive you”
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Steps Forward: Chapter 1
[ heehoo x reader ]
[ damien x reader ]
[ D.A Reader ]
Spoilers for Who Killed Markiplier, Unus Annus ( although, U.A is gone now, unfortunately. )
taglist: no one, currently. let me know if you’d like to be in the taglist! :)
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The former district attorney sighed. Another long day of paperwork. They were an officer. An neighborhood officer. It wasn't too exciting, but enough to pay the bills.
It had been five years since they escaped from that bastard snake. The most exciting thing that happened on the job that day was reports of a breaking in. Of course, there wasn't much to find when they investigated the place.
Walking into their apartment, they hung up their coat and too of their shoes, stretching. It was time to relax. They immediately noticed something was off when they walked into their room.
There was a huge breathing pile of blankets in the far corner of their room.
"I know for certain that they don't allow pets here. Whoever you are, reveal yourself! I'm a police officer." Y/N demanded.
They pulled out the taser from their utility belt that they hadn't taken off yet. The said person snarled as Y/N pulled off the blanket, taser still in hand.
It was a nude man with wavy black hair and brown eyes. He looked oddly similar to..
"..Damien?" The D.A whispered.
The man tilted his head in confusion.
"Ah.. nevermind. Just.. an old friend." Y/N mumbled. "What is your name? I'm Y/N. I'm not going to hurt you." They said.
"Heehoo." He said, though it sounded more like a grunt.
Putting their taser back into their belt, they crouched down to Heehoo’s level. He snarled, but Y/N put their hand in front of him as a sign of peace.
It was like taming a cat, almost.
“Like I said, I’m not going to hurt you, so you needn’t be afraid or threatened by me.” Y/N said.
Heehoo sniffed their hand cautiously before sitting up much more calmer.
“See? It’s alright. Do you have anywhere to go?” Y/N asked.
Heehoo tilted his head.
“Like.. somewhere to live?” They tried to explain.
Heehoo seemed to be feral, like a wild animal or a caveman. He didn’t seem to know how to say anything other than Heehoo and incoherent grunts.
Heehoo shook his head.
“..No, huh?” Y/N mumbled.
He seemed to be able to understand what they were saying and how to do small gestures, strangely.
“Y’know what? I’ll lend you a hand. I’ve been in that exact same position. Some people who you think you can trust.. aren’t always the nicest, I’ll tell you that. You can live here with me and I’ll help you become as civilized as I am. That way, you can get a home and job of your own.” Y/N said.
Heehoo’s eyes seemed to light up.
“First of all, though, we’re going to get you some clothes on. There’s no way in hell I’m having you live in my apartment with nothing on.” Y/N said sternly.
“Come on, boy.” Y/N said.
Heehoo followed after them.
Looking through their drawer and closet, they pulled out a pair of boxers, shorts, and a tan sweater.
“This should do it. Thanks to my guardians for the extra clothes, heh.” They laughed to themself.
“What do you think?” They asked.
He answered with a grunt of happiness.
“Alright, then.” Y/N smiled.
They helped him to put on the clothes.
“That’s much better. Now.. come up here on the bed. We need to lay out some things.” Y/N said, patting the soft sheets of the bed.
Heehoo jumped onto the bed like a cat. Y/N suppressed the urge to giggle.
“So! I’ll be teaching you how to act like a proper human, basically. I won’t be home all day for five out of the seven days though. I’ve still got my job as an officer, after all. My days as an attorney may be over, but I’ve still got to find some way to pay for the bills.” Y/N explained.
“I do expect you to be good though. Y’know, don’t wreck the place while I’m gone. Don’t hurt yourself or anyone else, either.” Y/N said.
Heehoo nodded in understanding.
“We’ll work on training. Luckily, today’s a Friday, so we’ve got the weekend to start off.” Y/N said.
Yawning, Y/N stretched. “We’ll work on that tomorrow, though. Where do you want to sleep, pal?”
Heehoo leapt off of the bed and snuggled up in the corner where they found him.
Y/N realized why he liked that corner so much. There was a heater there. It was March, after all. He had to have been freezing.
Funny.. Damien was always cold easy too.
Y/N mentally slapped themself.
Now isn’t the time to be thinking about that.
Really, when is the time to be thinking about him?
They knew that he was long gone, but they couldn’t help to think back.
To their university days, days spent in their flower fields, and..
that fateful night.
Luckily, Y/N wouldn’t have to ever look at Mark’s face again, but it still hurt.
They were snapped out of their thoughts when they heard snoring.
Heehoo was fast asleep.
Right, focus on the present.
..
Steps forward.
#heehoo#da#wkm damien#wkm district attorney#wkm#who killed markiplier#unus annus#heehoo x reader#damien x reader#mayor attorney#heehoo x da
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ADDITIONAL DRAGON SHOUT USE HEADCANONS
note: these are headcanons for the use of shouts by dragons. also known as, bethesda, i KNOW dragons know more shouts than the three or four they use in game. so here. every shout covered.
- fire breath. oh. oh.
- okay but definitely fire breath shouts have different colors like to show how hot/strong the flame is
- a really bright red that sputters a lot or catches in their throat means that they don't quite understand the meaning yet, and it'll take more meditation/practise before they can get a constant orange stream of fire
- so we know how fire breath looks in game. it's a stream of orange flame. well i raise you:
- the fire will burn hotter and change color (red to orange to white to light blue, see the charts abt fire color or something idk what they called), and even stagger the user if it's too strong.
- very, very strong fire breath shouts have the impact of unrelenting force, so first they destroy anything in their way with the sheer impact and anything else is melted by an actual stream of lava/that shit is definitely not fire at that point, lava's the only comparison i have even if lava not blue-
- i fucking hate that in game if you use fire breath on a rock it'll like, be burnt only. enough understanding of fire breath and you can turn anything into slag.
- fire is just so cool. maybe some dragons like roasted meat, like huge scaly gordon ramsays. maybe they shout at some ground so they have a warm place to sleep. it’s canon that it’s greeting though, so a weak fire breath to say hello not friend, i will not roast you alive and instead slightly warm you.
- frost breath. a stream of icy wind IN GAME. not really here, though. i agree that it’s something like an icy wind, but has extreme power and force behind it, and while fire breath will roast you, frost breath will just plain fuck you up if you try to hold your ground. you won’t get the chance to be frozen, you’ll just go flying.
- weak understandings make a really cold breath. sort of how in winter you can see your breath? yeah, that’s a weak frost breath.
- strong understandings will cause most things to frost over. it has the effect of a weaker ice form, but with a lot more versatility.
- both fire breath and frost breath are commonly used in sweeping motions, as opposed to focusing on one target. let’s face it, what kind of a human can stand up to even half a second of that? it’s a lot more efficient in taking out big groups, or destroying the terrain to give them a disadvantage.
- ice everywhere. that is all.
- ice form now, hehe. so! don’t try to block it. your shield or arm is gonna get cast in ice and be useless/immediately shatter. yeah, that’s right. you don’t thaw out of an ice form, you explode. into lots of frozen pieces.
- but, let’s say, you don’t like my exploding hc. that’s fine. i raise you, person frozen in a solid chunk of ice that would put the sea of ghosts to shame. they not gonna thaw out in time to be saved. sorry. no escape.
- call dragon is used when, you know, calling other dragons. other dragons know other dragons, so it’s either a challenge, or a call for help. or, in paarthurnax’s case, bro i just wanted to talk nO DONT SHOUT-
- being called for aid in a battle is an honor and a sign of trust between dragons imo, shows that you trust them enough to cover you when you need aid and that they’re strong enough to pull you out of whatever crap you’re in.
- storm call. beautiful. it's control over kynareth's domain, so yeah, kind of an ego boost. but also mad useful in a fight, striking down your opponents with lightning. dragon's can't fly while using this, as a bolt could hit them instead. and oh boy, they're strong. can easily tear a whole through a wing or break a plate.
- clear skies is funny too. can you imagine a heavy downpour and some dragon’s trying to sleep without the ground turning to slush, so he just shouts the storm out of the skyr? incredible. just as storm call can summon one, clear skies gets rid of it. the stronger shout prevails. but use it enough times in succession, and kyne might get a bit pissed off…
- oh, i can def see drain vitality used after a rough battle, dragon needs healing stat so they find a crowded area/a big animal and steal their life force. an easy way to heal up.
- dismay would be used with battles against huge numbers of people/a literal army. it’s sort of like mind control, but you can only control the effect, and that’s about it. make them scared and stuff. for some people, they’ll turn tail and run. others maybe hesitate. others don’t care. won’t work against akaviri though. stoicism and all. or other dragons.
- cyclone would be hella useful against big groups. great for sowing chaos.
- disarm. ah yes. used, quite often, in battles with worthy opponents. say an akaviri. say some words, and their katana goes flying. it’s a great intimidation tactic. oh, try to hold onto it too, and you can easily snap your wrist or fingers.
- and i say worthy opponents, as in "mortals that were specifically trained to fight dragons/are incredibly powerful, not your average soldier".
- marked for death, oh i like this. so the wiki description is that the opponent’s life force and armor are weakened. can you imagine battling a dragon, they shout at you, and suddenly your armor just...starts disintegrating? like there’s holes forming, straps holding armor plates together disintegrating entirely, and any wounds you have are opening up like chasms. it’s devastating. used against a dragon, their scales start to grow brittle and weak, so it's a lot easier to break a plate.
- slow time, ah, this would be a huge huge ego boost. time’s akatosh’s domain. it doesn’t stop for anyone, but maybe it’ll slow down a bit for dragons.
- hc that dragons are not affected by slow time. they’re fragments of akatosh, the time god. they sure won’t slow down. neither will the db. so imagine one of them uses slow time, and suddenly there’s this normal paced battle one on one, with everything else at a standstill/veeery slow, until time catches up and everyone but them. is so out of it and jaded bc humans can’t really comprehend time, they’ve like a hundred years at most (hc that bretons live slightly longer due to slight mer blood). elves have a more firm grasp of it, esp altmer. yeah, yeah, they’ve a right to brag here.
- additional thoughts, maybe stuff affected by slow time either:
1. has normal running thoughts but physically is slowed down (not very probable imo, but still possible)
2. has both slowed consciousness and physical form (most probable)
- bend will. aha. now this, works on the dragonborn as well as other dragons. it’s pretty much mind control. you need a strong willpower to break free, though.
- unrelenting force. nice. it is strong. trees are easily uprooted. boulders fly. people fly too. no matter who you are, though, always brace yourself before using it, because you could go flying too.
- dragons won't get thrown back too far, but maybe they'll jump back or take flight for a second before landing again.
- dragonrend. no. they’re mad scared of it. mad scared. partially the reason they hate and fear akaviri. a dragon can’t comprehend dragonrend, because it’s mortality in a shout. and for most of them, what they don’t understand, they fear.
- whirlwind sprint is interesting to say the least. so, the db can use it and...run really fast? so how does it work for dragons? they can't run, per se, so here's my take.
- maybe dragons can use it while flying. probably super useful in aerial combat with other dragons. it lets them quickly dodge shouts, change direction unpredictably, and stay out of their reach.
- become ethereal, oh, oh. just, can you imagine a fucking dragon turns blue during a fight and suddenly you can’t hurt them? heehoo. it’s not used very often, as become ethereal's best used when you’re not doing too hot and need to heal up a second. not much can get them to that point. but it’d be so funny though.
- aura whisper isn’t very commonly used, actually. dragons have incredible sight and smell, they’d probably sense anyone way before they could approach. by the way bethesda, what’s that thing called “i can sneak up on a dragon?” yeah, no. you can’t.
- kyne’s peace, maybe if they’re really not having it with the local wildlife and just want to nap in peace. but i don’t think that many bears or wolves will threaten a dragon.
- animal allegiance isn’t used much either; they’ve no use for the local flora. there’s not much stronger than a dragon. maybe sometimes they use it to acknowledge kyne’s gifts, and that animals/nature can be worthy allies..
- elemental fury is kind of an ehh, skyrim says it lets you swing faster. maybe it lets them fly faster/use teeth/talons/wing claws faster? i'd imagine it's only applicable to physical attacks, though.
- battle fury’s a maybe. it’s for allies, and i don’t think there were too many references in game about dragons being super close with each other. i could definitely be wrong though. they do call themselves brothers and sisters, but maybe it’s just a shared blood thing.
- throw voice is practically useless in game. dragons wouldn't want to hide anyways, unless grievously wounded.
- soul tear i'd imagine only durnehviir knows, and for good reasons too.
- call of valor isn’t here, for obvious reasons.
- dragon aspect i wouldn't think, as it's meant for the db to take on a draconic aspect. can't get much more draconic than an actual dragon.
- alduin’s meteor storm shout isn’t actually a shout, mans just roars.
- alduin’s shout to resurrect dragons i’d assume would only be known by him, and other dragons are unable to comprehend the meaning of the shout. so, the words of the shout are slen (flesh), tiid (time), vo (un, like the prefix). so has his own grip on time, and can use it to bring dragons back to life, provided they still have their soul.
- look, there’s gotta be a better explanation as to why other dragons can’t use it. maybe they can use it. but then the ability bring other dragons back to life would be so widespread, the dragon war probably would have ended a lot sooner and not with the outcome we wanted. so maybe only alduin truly understands the meaning of death and rebirth, having destroyed the world many times before, only to be reborn with it and repeating the cycle again and again.
- universal hc that lots of words in dragon speech can be used in different shouts with interchangeable meanings.
you’re at the end. good. listen here. journalism class is on my ass about articles and shit. i’m going to be busy from now. i had some stuff to slowly give to you guys to give me time to make more, but i caved and released them all at once. give me some time. please. sorry if these weren’t quite up to par with my last ones, but i said “hey, imma release two thing today” and it’s12:08 am here.
can you tell i’m super tired? i wrote like half of these half asleep.
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👁👄👁 youre giving me an excuse to clean and publish this thing i had in my drafts heehoo
[set during vigil era]
~*~
Laranthir is back. He is back, and Roza’s days will be filled with sunlight once more.
“You’re going to trip,” Almorra tells him as they rush—walk, at a normal pace—to the courtyard. Roza, for the first time in his short but predominantly prudent life, ignores her.
Laranthir is there, patting down his horse—so they do exist—and chatting amiably with the stable hand. He brightens when he notices them, and Roza nearly glows a blushing lavender in the middle of the wretched day.
“He missed you,” is the first thing Almorra says when they reach him, unexpectedly.
Roza flushes, mortified. Laranthir, however, laughs, and smiles such a sweet smile it nearly banishes the crawling hunger in his stomach. (He has been waiting to have dinner until Laranthir’s return. He cannot it eat by himself—he would not defile their sacred ritual.)
“I missed him too,” Laranthir says warmly, his eyes too earnest—and Roza has done nothing to deserve this golden man. Nothing. Laranthir reaches forwards for—an embrace—which is. Which is.
Roza squeezes tightly, clinging hard enough to feel the life of Laranthir’s body, to smell the cedar permeating his armour. He has missed this, this warmth, so dearly. This past week he has been but a whisper without words to fill him out, a ghost without the lively, bloody beat of flesh. He presses his face into Laranthir’s neck, willing him shield him from the rest of the miserable world. He will not… tell him where his thoughts went to rot. Not now.
Laranthir seems to sense it regardless, because he tips Roza’s head with a hand at his cheek to see him better, and his eyes are full of worry. Later, Roza tries to convey. I will tell you. I do not want to ruin this moment.
“You're scheduled to meet with me this evening, I think,” Laranthir says, and if it is a lie it is one Roza is grateful for. “For now, I need some help getting things sorted. Come.”
“You can start by telling me your report.” Almorra crosses her arms. “Things went to hell without you, so it had better be good.”
Laranthir laughs, and Almorra bares that fanged smile of hers, and Roza wants another hug. But he does not ask for it, and instead obediently takes Laranthir’s things and falls into step behind him. Here, in this small, temporary space, he is safe. He is wanted.
~*~
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It’s long but if you want, read my sappy, not completely edited unsent letter to mark and ethan i guess??
It all began with a black and white spiral interrupting three scary games. There was an echo of cult-like chanting and an hourglass with skulls. I was intrigued, pulled in. This strange aesthetic struck a note with me. I immediately dove in to see two videos. One was that same black and white spiral; the other was, well, it was cooking with sex toys. I was confused, and experienced my first Unus Annus induced whiplash, but more than ready to hop on what I knew would be a wild ride. Cliche and classic, but, little did I know how much those two idiots and their project would mean to me.
The year flew by faster than I would have liked. More happened this year than I expected. Through all the apocalyptic shock, there was one stable, consistent thing in my Thanos-snapped life that I found myself leaning on time and again. Their steady, every day chaos was something I think many needed, and soon realized they needed as more and more piled on our shoulders with each passing month. I am eternally grateful for this gift of a temporary thing they gave us.
Now I cannot say I loyally watched the videos every day, but I did not miss one. I found I liked letting the videos pile up and save them for a rainy day, though I knew that was not a habit I could keep forever. I peacefully played Minecraft while they went on internet scavenger hunts and validated the beauty of every woman (specifically Zak Effron). I slouched or curled up in my bed after a long day at work, giggling at their antics during collaborations and pulling things I should definitely not try at home. They brought a small, immeasurable joy in my life, which I held like one would hold a handful of fresh stardust. The warmth and humor they gave nestled itself in my veins and helped me power through so many changes that have created a whole new person I can proudly call myself.
I moved thousands of miles from my family and friends and began working my first real job. I am building myself up and working towards becoming a functional human being for once in my life. I feel myself changing and growing every day, and they have been there every step of the way-- guiding me in some, strange way.
I feel this project has inspired me in more ways than I could have possibly imagined. With each memeable, perfectly chaotic video, I learned time is precious, mortality is a gift from whatever one may believe in, and every opportunity should be taken with hungry hands and a hungrier heart.
I am excited for the future for once in my life, excited to see what I can accomplish with this new, taught mindset; excited to unleash this burning hunger and pour myself into everything precious to me. I have my own projects all lined up, waiting for me to give them color. I have a whole new internet personality to discover and support and watch grow; there is an endless hallway filled with doors of opportunity for me to open. These new things are all blooming and thriving from the decay of a digital channel. Such are cycles and life.
The day the livestream aired, I was met with jumbled nerves and a racing heartbeat. I trembled and worked faster than I ever had so I could leave earlier than everyone else (though I’m not sure if my boss was too happy). I was able to slide into bed with a light meal seconds before it started. I sat through all twelve hours, determined to see this through to the end and feel that sense of completion. I knew I would never feel complete if I missed a second. The rollercoaster of emotions were thrilling, I knew they would make for great inspiration in my writing. I laughed, cried, reflected, reminisced. I thought back to what I felt in the beginning and how my attachment grew so strong it hurt.
As the clock sped down toward inevitable doom, I passed my parting words in silent, choked back sobs and clammy, trembling fingers holding my arms in a self-embrace. The clock passed into the final minute and I leaned forward, shaking my head, a silent no on my lips, betraying my composed nature. 10 seconds, and my mind flashed back into speeding film reels of Ethan and Mark doing goat yoga, shooting archery, shooting each other with paintball guns, using neti pots, creating disgusting food and drink combos, making holy and unholy water, playing nutball, attempting to paint, pasting the face of Benjamin Franklin on a ketchup bottle, hydro dipping a baby, bobbing for chunks of tuna, running from bears, hunting HeeHoo, holding one another and saying how much they loved each other. 5 seconds and my body dropped into ice, my stomach curled into itself, my eyes widened with tears and before I could whisper goodbye, the screen violently thrust me into darkness.
I have never heard such deafening silence.
My goodbye still stuck in my throat, I slowly closed my laptop and pretended I was fine. I lapsed back into my usual coping of pretending I’m okay when I am very much not okay. The perfect cocktail of absolute elation and bone breaking sorrow has made my heartstrings refrain from playing their usual tune. All is still inside me, though the world rushes by. I know I am in mourning, and I know it will last a while.
Every time I will blink or let my mind drift, I will be met with wave after wave of memories, dripping in that golden chaos they created. I know out of habit I will look for their channel notifications, only to be met with nothing, only to remember their channel died. I know I will ask where they went when I forget that 12 is no longer marked by their uploads. It will be a journey, trying to forget Unus and Annus no longer exist in this material world. Their ghosts will haunt me for months, shadowing my every move. They will lurk in corners, watch me from afar, making sure I truly learned what they taught. They will whisper incessantly, reminding me death is inevitable and the clock is always ticking; they will chant and make mantras of nihilism until one day, their whispering will cease, and I will have lost them all over again.
Thank you, Mark and Ethan. You will never know my name, and you will never know how much your channel together changed me. The silly videos you made helped me more than I will admit out loud, and I can hardly wait for what the future holds for the two of you. I am now learning to hold hope and excitement in my own future. I am taking initiative in my life and seeing everything I take control of for myself pay off. I can only hope my future is as bright as yours. Thank you, again; the impact you have is so great and so positive. You will make history. I look forward to the end and what lies beyond. See you on the other side.
Memento Mori.
Unus Annus.
tl/dr: :( but also :)
#unus annus#we were here#memento mori#goodbye#markiplier#crankgameplays#unus annus is over party#unus annus out of context#unus annus livestream#writing#My writing#ive read this fucker like 8 times#and its still not done#anyway im sad#and happy#guess ill cry
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