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cheerycherrycandy-resurrected · 2 days

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What if we kissed in the Maize Maze?

Ok so I wanted to start posting my Soulmates AU for Raindrop month, but writing for my Medieval one is going waay better than planned and it's confusing me to have 2 separate backstories in my head at once, so while I still have *checks calendar* 5 DAYS, here's a little stand-alone ficlet!

What if we kissed in the Maize Maze? A Midwest Emo Ghouls AU ficlet

Rating: T Content: fluff, literally that's it just fluff Words: 615

Lots of love to @alwaysjustmina for organizing this month again this year, I love any excuse to write about our soggy boys!! 🌦️🖤

hello @revengeghoulette, here is your summons as promised!! 🫡

Read below, or on AO3!

Haymaking season was coming to an end, and Swiss, Mountain and all the ghouls who pitched in to help were looking forward to a well-deserved break. To celebrate the end of the season, Swiss had built a maze out of hay bales for the children and kits of the town, as well as some of the more enthusiastic adults.

The whole community had come together to put on a party at the ghouls' farm. Mountain and his colleagues from the hardware store had built fairground games, Dew had dragged the church's speakers down on a trailer and was playing records Mist had brought from her shop. Aurora's cafe had a small pop-up, and Cirrus had brought a vat of apple cider, both alcoholic and non-alcoholic, for the younger guests. Cumulus was in her element, her little face-painting stall attracting such a sizeable queue that Sunshine had jumped in to help out. Phantom was taking his new role as Youth Pastor – and more recently Sunday School teacher – very seriously, replacing her in supervising a very intense game of tag. While Mountain minded the hay maze, Swiss was giving rides on the haycart he had hitched to the back of his tractor, driving the children and kits up and down the field in the warm afternoon sunshine.

After closing time, once the families had gone home, the ghouls had the place to themselves without getting in the way of the fun of the younger members of the community. Rain and Dew were the last ones left inside the maze. Aurora and Mist had quickly disappeared somewhere together, Sunny, Cirrus and Cumulus were deep into their mission of finishing off the cider now that their responsibilities were over, the three of them covered in rainbow paint and body glitter.

Dewdrop and Rain walked hand in hand through the maze, quietly drinking in each other’s company in the balmy evening air. Making it to the centre of the maze they sat down on a bale, surrounded by golden walls on all sides as the amber glow of sunset spread across the sky. Dew leaned his head on Rain’s shoulder, utterly content in the moment.

“It’s beautiful.” Rain commented, as they watched the play of colours around them. “Just like you.”

Dew turned his face to bury it in Rain’s neck, bashful.

“You are, and I’m so proud of you, taking over from Aeth like you did. You’re doing such a great job, love! Look at how the town and harvest are flourishing. I’m honoured to call you my husband.”

Never one to take compliments well, Dew redirected Rain’s affections by capturing his lips in a searing kiss. The pair lost themselves in each other, the cooling temperatures went unnoticed past the warmth of their bodies, the slight prickliness of the hay nothing compared to the soft slide of their lips.

By the time they came up for air, Dew having squirmed his way into Rain’s lap, the sky was glowing a deep russet colour. From outside the maze, they could hear the sounds of the others packing up to leave.

“Alright lovebirds, time to come out or I’ll send the dogs in!” they heard Swiss call. The pair only giggled, Rain placing feather-light kisses across Dew’s cheekbones while he blushed the colour of the sky.

“You don’t have a dog!” Dew hollered back as he struggled to hold in his giggles.

“Hi Dewy.” deadpanned Mountain.

Eventually, Dew and Rain managed to find their way out of the maze, neither wanting to be found and carried out by the giant earth ghoul.

“Nice straw hat, Rain.” smirked Swiss, “although normally you weave it into itself, not directly into your hair!”

#I’m tweaking the timeline slightly to have Phantom in town closer to Dew’s element transition shhh!#raindrop month #raindrop april #raindrop #midwest emo ghouls au #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #the band ghost #ghost fanfiction #nameless ghouls #em writes

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astralnymphh · 21 days

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♯┆spacesoldier/spacescientist!ellie: who won't shut up about the hookup between you and her from the night before, and longs to do it again, fully. .ᐟ ★

literally don't question the randomness of this blurb. i run on revelations and sudden visions, and this one was just too hot to let rot. i had to pause a whole request for this thing. and it's a bit rushed, i'll like expand on it some other time i just wanted to return to this trope. anyways, I digress— space scientist ellie, nine month voyage through the cosmos, hookups.. tipsy hookups.

it'd be morningtime in the wake of certain events preceding that memories would slowly begin to prick through the surface— owing to ellie's imperfect subtlety. hills and hills of planetary research, prototype weaponry, instructions on how to properly utilize said prototypes, and coffee-stained reports, dawdled through like the process couldn't get any more boring than it presently is; stress, procrastination, a murk in the thick of your thoughts— literal brainrot. then, the main office zone gate slides open, that little airy whir pulls through your ears, and the person that walks through foments sudden recollection to the promotion party last night. ellie. a new recruit under your stations wing— and the immodest girl who was under your hood many hours ago.

ellie is a damnable pesterer of love; portending that if you've ever been intimate with her, she'll be stuck to you like an idiot's tongue adheres to icicles in wintertime. and tipsy her definitely was after you two had sex: pleading for you to stay a minute longer to cuddle, pressing every work-related praise hot into your nape, mentioning how good you taste out of the blue, so on and so forth. yet now that it is a bright and advantageous morning, and considering that she woke up to the scent of you woven through each fiber of her clothes— she remembers, and she reminds.

ellie's got her legs crossed, arms crossed, leaned against your desk's edge, small butt of hers rudely stamping one of your precious folders; the usual stance she does when you're plying your trade, and she prying for attention. "seriously. thursday, you and me, conference room number twenty-seven, i'll bring wine and fetch dinner from the canteen— please?" an earnest ask, you can sense it in her tone; evenly pitched and soft, softer when she pleads, as always, albeit that the spaceship you dwell in has no actual restaurant so dating environments are centered around some good old D.I.Y and empty meeting rooms. her foot winds out slightly to tap the spokes of your office chair, nudging the focus you so dearly casted to the papers below you, to her instead. which regrettably works; tossing an eye roll as you spin, "dates and recreational dinners don't fit into anyone's schedule here, you know that." it aches to claim that, and aches harder to see her take that hit of an that answer. watching her head drop and her mouth tug into a contemplative shape that wanted to battle it out with excuses, loopholes, promises— but it forms into a grin rather, and decides to be impish. "had time for last night though, didn't we? a great time, actually, n' i wanna see where that.." her voice sinks into the pit of her throat— deep and reserved — and her thumbs start to do that cute fiddly thing at her waist, rolling over each other while the rest of her fingers intwine and overlap, "—takes us?" modifying her words into a delicate, unsure question. a toothy, one-sided smile and sad puppy brows, ugh you could just pinch her cheeks. but of course, she spices up the deal, "hopefully.. back into my room, if my flirting skills aren't total shit." annoyingly rambling as a way to showcase how gravely you've impacted her mind the last twelve or so hours. so grave, you're the only thing her motivation could cling upon to urge her limbs and weasel her sluggish weight out of bed earlier. "please?"

that please chisels a smile into your lips, unfortunately-fortunate, "god, you're so bad, williams." poking fun at her and coasting the wheeled chair away with the back of your knees straightening, rising from your seat with documents in-hand, and agreeance in-mind; written ripe on your lifted cheeks.

"was i?" said indirectly, a cocky implication twisting her cheeks to the same level as yours. it took you— let's say, two, three, awkward seconds of squinting before you understood her crafty-ass joke that took your words a completely different, and lewd direction. stupidly faced too: cocking her brow with the scar slicing through, and cocking one side of her head upwards too, overall just cocky. now you could just squeeze her annoying face until it exploded. figuratively.

"shut up." "okay."

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wileys-russo · 6 months

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three times you almost said i love you and the one time you did II a.russo x reader

her in the orange and black kits has such a hold on me you'll never understand three times you almost said i love you and the one time you did II a.russo

one

"less are you nervous for tomorrow?" you asked your girlfriend, playing absentmindedly with her hair as the two of you lay together on the sofa, her head resting on your stomach.

"yes and no?" she answered cryptically, the two of you would leave for camp tomorrow to prepare for hopefully your first world cup together.

"so is that a yes or a no?" you laughed at her answer, staring up at the ceiling. "its both! its a hard question okay." alessia whined, pinching your leg playfully. "no its not! its literally a yes or no question." you smiled in amusement, tenderly brushing her baby hairs out of her face with your fingers.

"okay well then yes. but nervously excited!" she clarified as you hummed, nodding your head in understanding. "what about you love?" she shifted her position, rolling onto her side so her head was still laying on your stomach but she could look at you.

"very nervous, a little excited." you answered, alessia reaching her hand up to brush your hair out of your eyes, thumb running tenderly over your jaw.

"you have nothing to be nervous about baby, you're absolutely brilliant, both on the pitch and off. i can't wait for the whole world to finally see what i see every single day." she confessed softly, smile widening at the blush which crept up your neck at her words.

"lessi-" "no i mean it! really. i wish you would see it the way i do." she sat up, the taller girl frowning down at you now. "sarina wouldn't have called you up if you didn't deserve it love, we had this same conversation before the euros." alessia reminded, grabbing your face gently in her hands.

"i know that tournament didn't go how you planned. but you still brought everyone up when we were down, on the pitch or not you were such a vitally important part of every single game we played." alessia promised, bright blue eyes locked with yours.

"and look at the season you've had since! you've been in the starting lineup nearly every single game, you've been putting in the work, seeking out feedback, learning from any mistakes and embracing every single minute you're out there." alessia continued firmly, refusing to let you look away from her.

"football aside you are also the most kind, sweet, passionate, loving and wonderful human being you possibly could be. you're a fiercely loyal friend, the most supportive teammate and the best girlfriend in the world." alessia smiled, pecking your lips as you smiled.

"the best girlfriend! the best, the best, the very best!" alessia repeated over and over, collapsing on top of you and attacking your face with kisses making you laugh and try to push her off. "my best girl." the blonde grabbed your cheeks in one hand, squishing them together and pecking your jutted out lips a few times, something she did as often as she could claiming you looked adorable as you'd scrunch your face up at her.

"i-" you started once she'd stopped, head falling back into your lap as she grinned up at you, but words fell short as your mind kicked into overdrive and you abandoned the statement, tangling your hands in her hair again.

"you're the best, i couldn't ask for anymore baby and i'm thankful for every single day we get together. my star girl!" you smiled tenderly, dipping your head to sweetly press your lips against hers.

two

"are you sure tooney doesn't mind?" you whispered apprehensively, glancing around at most of your sleeping teammates, your girlfriend crouched down beside you with a shake of her head.

"no, i promise. come on!" she stood and held out her hand, wiggling her fingers impatiently in your direction. "please go!" lucy groaned from beside you, cracking one eye open to shoot the pair of you a tired glare.

"sorry luce." you both spoke in sync and smiled apologetically, the brunette shooing you away as you took alessia's hand, allowing her to pull you up and out of your seat.

leading you down to the front of the plane where she was sat you walked past ella who'd moved to sit beside ellie, the girl sending you a wink and returning to her movie.

"hey!" you laughed quietly as you attempted to sit in ella's seat only for a pair of arms to wrap tightly around your waist, alessia pulling you to squish in beside her on her own seat.

"stop wriggling." the striker teased, tickling your sides as you thrashed on top of her until she finally let up. "hi." you smiled as she hovered over you, lips ghosting yours as her nose gently brushed against your cheek.

"helloo." she sung out with a goofy smile, kissing everywhere but your lips. "you missed." you pouted, tapping your lips expectantly as she rolled her eyes and let out a dramatic sigh before her soft lips met yours, your arms draping over her shoulders, fingernails tracing lines on the back of her neck like you knew drove her crazy.

her tongue slipped into your mouth for a moment, teeth dragging teasingly along your bottom lip as she eventually pulled away with a small pop. "we're gonna get caught if you can't control yourself." you smiled knowingly, tapping her shoulders gently as she sat up a little more.

"why did you make el move if we're gonna share seats?" you smiled, shuffling around a little more to get comfortable, legs draped over her lap as your bodies pressed tightly together. "privacy, duh." the blonde grinned as you rolled your eyes playfully

"also can't have my tongue down your throat if she's asleep beside us love, you make far too much noise." alessia whispered with a wicked smirk as you scoffed pulling her hood up and tightening it over her head. "hey! baby!" alessia whined as you held the strings of her hoodie in your hands, pulling them tighter and covering her face.

"if you think we're joining the mile high club russo you've got a rude wake up call coming!" you teased letting go of her hoodie, catching her off guard as she freed herself, kissing her suddenly but pulling away before she could deepen it any further, grabbing her hand which reached out for the back of your neck in your own, kissing her palm with a teasing wink.

"c'mere you're too far away." alessia pouted, pawing at your tracksuit and pulling you tightly into your body, pressing her face into your neck as you shook your head.

"you know you're ridiculously clingy sometimes darling." you teased, kissing her nose making it scrunch up. "don't know what you mean? i just want you near me at all times, every single second of every single day forever and ever and ever." alessia shrugged before her face broke out into a grin.

"clingy girl." you teased again the two of you messing around poking and prodding at one another for a moment with quiet giggles before you settled, alessia draping a blanket over the two of you.

"you know if anyone wakes up and see's us like this we're never gonna hear the end of it." you sighed, head resting on your girlfriends shoulder as she flicked through to find a movie. "since they're stuck with us all tournament they better get used to it." alessia smiled, glancing at you with a loving gaze.

"hey less." you started, the blonde humming as she continued to browse movies. "i-" again you started to say what you knew in your heart, but once more the words died in your throat.

"i can't wait for the next few weeks with you."

three

"this is..." you trailed off in awe as the team arrived down to the beach, the sun setting as a few of the girls made a beeline for the water, the rest all dawdling around taking it in, everyone a little loopy with jetlag from the long haul flight.

but you were here, in australia, for your first world cup.

"insane?" mary laughed from beside you, slinging an arm over your shoulder as the two of you wandered toward the water. "well we certainly don't have beaches like this in england." you grinned, challenging her to a race before pushing her over and sprinting away, hearing her yell after you but you'd already gotten off to a head start.

"you cheating little shit!" right as you crossed what you'd deemed as a finish line mary came crashing into you, almost sending you tumbling to the ground before suddenly arms round around and hurriedly yanked you back up.

"excuse me pretty girl but i've already claimed the title of the clumsy one in the relationship, watch your footing!" alessia teased as you kicked sand at mary with a glare, cuddling into your girlfriend as the keeper tried to grab at you.

"she won't always be around, i'll be watching." mary warned playfully, pointing menacingly as you flipped her off, again tucking yourself into alessia as mary took a step toward you before ella threw a handful of sand at her and she was off.

"i'm fairly sure mary would beat me in a fight baby, we might need to make an alliance with someone for extra protection if you piss her off again." alessia murmured teasingly, ducking her head and pecking your lips a few times.

"i vote we go for luce, no ones beating that girl at anything." "mm i was gonna vote mills, she isn't dubbed a brick wall for nothing." "can you imagine if they got into a fight?" "the winner would have to be who we go to for protection from mary."

"its so beautiful here." alessia smiled softly, the two of you pulling away and walking side by side in the shallows of the water, shoes in one hand and fingers laced together with the other.

"you're so beautiful." you quipped, craning your neck up to kiss the taller girls cheek. both your heads whipped around hearing loud gagging behind you, ella and georgia hanging off one another and dry wretching.

"grow up." you shook your head at them, the two girls continuing their teasing as alessia dropped your hand. you turned to complain but before you could her mouth was on yours in a dizzying kiss, clearly sending a message to the two younger girls behind you as her hand flew to the back of your neck deepening it further as you balled her shirt in your hands.

it seemed to work as ella and georgia kicked water at the two of you and ran off, alessia only pulling away once they did, leaving the air stolen from your lungs and your head spinning. "you right love?" she grinned cheekily as you only smacked her chest, taking a moment to catch your breath.

"whats up baby? cat got your tongue?" alessias arms circled your waist as she grinned down at you, and as always you found yourself lost in the sea of dazzling blue that was the strikers eyes, your heart surging with that all too familiar feeling.

"i-" but once more, you chickened out.

"i'm so lucky to have you lessi."

four

"where you goin?" your girlfriend pouted as you tried to walk away. "to the bus?" you laughed, holding up your coffee you'd just collected. "nahh you can wait with me." alessia decided for you, hugging you tightly from behind and holding you captive in her arms.

"clingy girl." you teased, the taller blonde only blowing a raspberry on your cheek in response as you elbowed her playfully with your free arm. "you two are disgusting, honestly." ella grimaced with a shake of her head.

"grumpy and missing mr bunny are we tooney?" you teased, the brunette shooting you a glare as she stepped forward to take her coffee. as they called alessia's name next you laughed as alessia walked the two of you over to grab it, refusing to let you go as she did.

"youse are gonna make me throw this up everywhere, the codependency is unbelievable." ella shook her head, shaking her muffin at you both but you saw the hint of a smile tug at her lips.

"whats next? less drinks your coffee for you and spits it back into your mouth to check it for poison?" ella mocked, your girlfriend leaning down to take your straw in between her lips and steal a mouthful of your iced coffee.

"don't you dare alessia!" you warned her sternly as she wiggled her eyebrows but swallowed, sending you a wink and finally letting you go as the three of you exited the coffee shop next to your hotel, headed off to training.

you huddled by the bus alongside a few more of the girls, waiting as your bags were all loaded and they called for everyone to start boarding. "nope! ya sittin with me less." ella yanked the taller girl back as she tried to take a seat beside you.

"its a twenty minute drive lessi, you'll be fine." you laughed, tugging niamh to sit in her space as your girlfriend frowned grumpily, trudging away after ella as you blew her a kiss.

"lovesick little simp." niamh teased, flicking your forehead as you shoved her and pulled out a deck of cards, the defender eagerly agreeing to a game of blackjack as she flipped her boot bag over for the two of you to use as a table, feeling your girlfriends eyes bore into you from a few rows back.

the bus squeaking to a stop outside the training grounds you made your way off, the team disappearing into the change rooms to get ready for training. your breath hitched as a warm hand made its way into yours, tugging you away and around a corner.

"longest drive ever." alessia groaned quietly and before you could even speak her lips were attacking yours, hands planted firmly on your hips as she pressed you against the cold concrete of the wall behind you.

"lessi!" you laughed at her neediness, pulling your head back as her lips instead found refuge on your neck, her nose tucking into your collarbone as your eyes fluttered shut. but the sudden cluttering of boots on cement as the girls joged toward the pitch tugged you out of it.

"no few more minutes baby." alessia shook her head firmly as you tried to push her head out of your neck, lips latching back to the sensitive skin, nipping and sucking enough to have your breath catching and hips bucking ever so slightly against her but not quite enough to leave any noticeable marks.

"-they're here! christ come on you two are killin me." you grunted as hands grabbed the back of your training top, yanking you away from alessia as she was marched to the change room behind you. "stop manhandling me brighty!" you whined, trying to remove millies hand but she scoffed.

"the two of you are not to pair up for anything today. if i see either of you goofing off, making out, talking shit, its laps!" millie ordered sternly, dumping you down onto the bench as mary did the same for alessia, keeping the two of you apart as you both hurried to change into your cleats.

"mills-" you tried, standing once you were ready but the blonde shook her head. "don't wanna hear it! captains orders. go!" she pointed out as you stopped to wait for alessia, mary fixing you now with a warning glare as you huffed, storming outside.

the longer you and alessia were forced to be apart the grumpier the two of you became, not allowed once again to even sit together on the bus back from training, watched like hawks by both millie and mary who caged you into separate seats on opposite ends of the bus.

"alright stroppy. go kiss your missus!" millie teased, her and rach making kissy faces at you as she let go of the back of your shirt she'd had a firm grip on all day, like you were a naughty child who kept running away at the supermarket.

"i hate the pair of you." you glared in their direction, their teasing only continuing as you looked around the lobby, frown deepening as you couldn't spot your favorite blonde anywhere to be seen.

so with a huff and your bad mood worsening you marched off to the lifts, ignoring your team mates calls of your name, just wanting to shower and rinse off the dried sweat coating your body from running around all day in the australian humidity.

though right as the doors were about to close a hand shot inside, a body squeezing through after with a grin. "oh my god they're gonna have sex in the lift!" was all you heard from ella before the doors closed.

"i missed you so much." you were enveloped in a tight bear hug before you could even so much as blink, sighing contentedly at the feeling of your girlfriends arms squeezing you, your face smooshed into her chest.

"i missed you more." you mumbled into her top, the two of you staying locked together in a tight hug until the door pinged and you'd reached your floor.

"come for a shower with me?" you pulled your head back with a suggestive smile, knowing that your roommate niamh was still downstairs playing table tennis, and given her current competitive streak you knew she'd be awhile.

the blonde didn't give you a verbal answer, only hauling you up and into her arms as she almost ran to your room, your head falling back with a laugh as she dropped you at your door to allow you to beep your card to let the two of you inside.

her lips were on yours the moment the door closed, clothes flying around the room as alessia backed you up and into the bathroom, your shared giggles filling the silence of the hotel room among the gentle smacks of your lips meeting again and again.

"oh! i have something for you." alessia remembered as you finished braiding her hair, both freshly showered and hanging out before you'd head down for dinner. using your knees to push herself up and off the floor your girlfriend grabbed her training shorts off the floor, rummaging around in her pockets.

"eyes closed please pretty girl." she ordered as you smiled with a shake of your head but did as she asked, feeling her sit beside you and carefully grab your hand, depositing something into it.

"so obviously next season we'll finally be playing for the same club and in the same kit." alessia started, holding your fist closed as you opened your eyes with a curious frown. "the right shade of red!" you teased, the blonde pinching your thigh lightly for the comment.

"so i had es teach me how to make her bracelets, and i finally finished today." with that she opened your hand, five bracelets sitting neatly in a small pile as your features softened.

"so this one matches the home kit-" alessia started, picking up a red and white braided band and putting it down on the bed. "-and this one matches the away kit-" a pink white and blue one followed next. "-this one matches the third kit-" a teal and black one was next.

"-and this one matches the england kit-" a dark blue and white one was next, leaving just one. "-and this one matches your eyes." she smiled softly, placing the final bracelet on the bed as you opened and closed your mouth wordlessly.

"is it stupid?" alessia winced, taking her bottom lip between her teeth nervously as you quickly shook your head, taking her by surprise as you tackled her to the bed, kissing all over her face.

"so you like them then?" alessia laughed as you pecked her lips a few times, holding her face in your hands and pressing your forehead to hers. "i love them lessi baby."

"...and i love you."

#alessia russo x reader #engwnt #woso blurbs #alessia russo #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso x reader #woso

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spookberry · 1 month

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Shadow High series 3 my new beloved

I didnt even like most of em until i saw them in person, but the knowledge that they'll probably never be in the show has my brain in a "well its free realestate" kinda mood

Random list of information cuz ive been plotting out friend dynamics and background lore

-i like to pretend Rainbow High/Shadow High are actually Rainbow University/Shadow University cuz im in art college Right Now and i think it makes more sense with the whole dorm room situation. And also major makes more sense than focus IMO

-I changed Pinkie's major from film to just undeclared. I think she eventually does land on Film. She just has a lot of interests! Her dream has always been to one day direct films, and I think she comes to love them even more while developing ideas her with the group as she winds up in a Director/Producer position for most of them. BUT also every time she takes a class in a different program she cant help but fall in love with that way of making art too. So she has a hard time picking for a while and changed her major a couple times before landing on Film.

-Pinkie and Berrie bond a lot over a shared interest in vocal synths (tho Berrie knows more about them than her).

-The two made Pinkie's vtuber model together!

-the fandom wiki says PJ is from germany?? Idk how canon that is tbh but ive decided to embrace it i guess

-Rooney's canon name is Scarlet Rose, but i thought it was kinda lame especially when Rosie Redwood is also in this line sooo I renamed her! Stuck to the color name puns tho. Mar Rooney. Maroon. Haha

-Speaking on her though i love that shes from texas and likes writing scifi mystery type stuff and that being said i just Know deep in my bones that she was a Voltron Legendary Defender fan and Keith was/is 100% her favorite. She has a continued fondness for mothman specifically cuz of this.

-PJ and Rooney actually talk about fandom and shows/movies ALL the time. They dont have a ton of overlapping interests, but where they do? The two literally never shut up.

-Rosie is such a random character, like outside of her design she feels very poorly considered. So I scrapped the cosmetology thing and made her an illustrator instead! I think it works better with her love of making art in nature. I can see her being really into illustrated guide books. I think shes a bit snooty when it comes to art too. It takes being friends with other artists to become more open minded.

-I like the idea that Rosie is mainly friends with Rooney and Berrie ontop of that. The three of them often tag team storylines and how theyd interpret them into different mediums. Rosie will draw up a bunch of concept stuff while Rooney writes up a pitch bible and Berrie will start making shit move and throwing in her own ideas on camera angles and character designs.

-as an animation major Berrie was required to take a sound design class early on, which is where she met Oliver! Hes very laid back, and likes to go with the flow, but functions a little like the "mom" of the group. Often reminding the girls to take breaks, drink water, stop looking at their screens lest they get eye strain etc. He's multi-talented tbh but Music is his one true passion and he likes how the girls are always giving him collaboration opportunities.

-Oliver and Rosie like to talk sports a lot, both having played a bunch when they were younger and throughout high school.

-Lavender Lynn is Oliver's number one "person who needs constant reminders to settle down" she is in a constant buzz of trying to get the best shots and is utterly obsessed with the process of artistic documentation. Everything must be documented.

-the whole school loves her for this actually, she has a whole side gig where other students hire her to help photograph their projects. She saves everything she earns from this for her future dream plans to visit paris. She has it set really, many of the artists who she helps photograph now will remain steadfast clients of hers forever onward.

-PJ and Lynn actually took a print media class together at one point. Which didnt at the time spark an everlasting friendship. But it did give PJ an easier in to ask for Lynn's help documenting a project the group was working on. One of Lynn's first times photographing them work happened to fall on a day where Rosie had planned to trick everyone into going on a nature walk sans devices... Lynn wound up really appreciating this outing and decided to continue hanging around the group even after that project had ended.

#shadow high #rainbow high #my art #fanart #i had to write down all my ideas just to get them outta my head #now im free

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itsbeeble · 6 months

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She's Kinda Hot

Summary: Sometimes Mingi hates you, but it's a bit of a perk that you're kinda hot

Genre: smut

Pairing: Song Mingi x afab!reader

Fic Warnings: Smut, porn with literally no plot

WC: 1917

18+ MDNI, AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

SMUT WARNINGS BELLOW THE CUT

Warnings: pervy loser mingi, bratty reader, face/throat fucking, mingi gets a little bit too into it, forced cum swallowing oopsies, degradation kinda, kinda dom-sub themes, dubcon kinda?

Heavily based on She's Kinda Hot by 5SOS (im back on my 5sos shit what can i say)

A/N: isn't it so crazy how every time i wanna go on hiatus, somehow inspiration strikes. EVERY TIME. Anyway thank you all for being patient ilysm. Also this was meant to be longer but i cut it short so if you want a part 2 lmk

A/N pt 2: Thank you to @juyeonszn and @leejihoonownsmyheart for beta-ing this absolute monstrosity ily both

Mingi thinks that he hates you.

Not, like, hates you, but sometimes he can’t stand your bitching. Sometimes he can’t stand the way you yell at him for talking too loud when he’s gaming and you’re trying to sleep, and then scream on the phone with your friends during your weekly video call (which you spend half the time complaining about him). He hates that you constantly scream at him about not cleaning up his messes, for leaving the toilet seat up, for not reminding you that you had a meeting, for reminding you that you had to get to a meeting.

What Mingi loves about you? Well…that’s a whole other story.

Mingi loves how, despite how irritating he may be, you always support him. He loves the way you play with his hair, watching over his shoulder while he games. The way you chime in with little comments, your grip on his dark locks tightening whenever he gets close to dying.

He also loves how pink your cheeks get when you run out of air from yelling at him. He loves how your eyebrows crease, how your lower lip juts out when you pout. He loves how your voice pitches up into a whine that has him nearly drooling, with nasty thoughts entering his mind. He loves how easy it is to rile you up, how embarrassed you get when he cups that sweet cunt of yours while you’re trying to scold him. How you crumble over the lightest touch from him.

That, and you’re also kinda hot. He loves your tits, how they bounce with every step, and how you allow him to shove his face under your shirt and between them when the two of you go to sleep. He loves how meaty your thighs are, how he *drowns* in them every time he eats you out. Loves how your tummy is so soft, the perfect pillow for him. You’re perfect to Mingi.

Currently, however unfortunate it may be, he’s doing none of those things. He’s sitting in front of the TV in your shared apartment with his headset snug on his, in your opinion, disgustingly greasy head and a gaming controller dangling loosely in his hands while you yell at him. It’s hard, however, for him to focus with your tits bouncing every time you throw your hands dramatically into the air. It’s hard when every time you raise your voice, your lips twitching into that adorable little pout of yours, his dick twitches in his pants and he knows you can see it. Every time he blinks, it’s like you shift closer and closer to him until you’re standing right between his legs.

“Are you even fucking listening to me?” Your voice is shrill and Mingi just hums in response, eyes locked on the valley of your breasts as you lean toward him.

“Absolutely, babe,” he sniffs and leans back on the couch, spreading his legs and placing his arms on the back of the couch. You scoff, leaning back and running a hand through your hair. Mingi’s tongue runs over his lip, his eyebrows knotting together.

“You fucking liar,” you sneer. “All you’re fucking doing is staring at my tits, isn’t that right, babe?”

Boom, caught red-handed

A smirk grows on Mingi’s lips.

“So what if I was?” One of his legs hooks around the back of yours, yanking you down. A gasp leaves you, your hands flying out and finding purchase on his shoulders. He can see your skirt lift just enough for him to get a glimpse of your lacy panties, and, to Mingi’s pleasure, your tits end up right in his face. Soft, plump, and just waiting for him to get his mouth on them. His hands slide up your waist, itching to latch onto the soft mounds on your chest. You slap his hands away, and he hisses at the sting of your nails digging into his wrists.

“You’re a fuckin pervert, you know that?” Your fingertips dig into the fabric of his sweatshirt, and he scoffs and raises his head from staring down your shirt.

“Says the one grinding on my dick right now. Thought you were mad at me, princess.” He’s right, you know he is. You can’t help it, not when he feels so good against you. Not when you’ve been so stressed with work. Mingi leans toward you, stopping a mere inch from your lips. Your eyes are shut, and he almost groans when your hips stop moving as well. “Or did you just want some attention from me? Hm?”

You whine, and Mingi coos.

“Mingi,” your voice is airy and he hums, lowering his head back down to lick at the skin your shirt reveals to him. Your hands curl into the strands of hair at the base of his neck, scratching gently. “Mingi please.” His hands slide up again, tugging your shirt down as much as he can, exposing your chest to the warm air of the apartment.

“Please what, princess?” Your breathing is shaky, your arm holding your boyfriend to your chest as he sucks dark marks into your skin.

“Please fuck me.”

If anyone were to ask you how you ended up sitting on Mingi’s face with his tongue shoving its way inside of you, you would tell them you truly had no idea, but you weren’t going to complain.

Your hips roll harshly over him, pathetic whines and moans escaping your lips every time your boyfriend sucks at your clit. He’s drowning in you, his nails (or the nubs that could have been nails since he bites them just to spite you) digging into the meat of your thighs and holding you as close to his lips as you can get. Mingi can feel the way your body shakes over him. Every swipe of his tongue through your folds, every time he sucks at your clit. You clench every time he touches you, your hands tightening around the dark strands of hair attached to his head.

“Is this the best you can do?” Your breathing is heavy, causing you to stumble through the sentence while trying to appear unaffected. Mingi’s eyes flick open, peering at you through your thighs, catching your gaze and trying desperately to not look at the way your breasts seem to glow, how your whole body seems to glow at this moment.

He pulls his tongue away from you, smirking when you catch yourself halfway through a whine.

“You’re so much of a loser that you can’t even please your girlfriend?” You sneer, your lip curling and your eyes narrowing. Mingi scoffs, practically shoving you off of him, onto the other end of the couch. You yelp, and Mingi watches the way your body recoils from the landing. Watches your tits bounce, your thighs squeezing together from the pleasure ripped away from you. The way you look at him is pathetic. Big, bulging eyes and your jaw dropped open.

“You think you’re so great?” He shoots right back at you, shoving his pants down his legs. “Hm?”

You can’t respond, not when he’s manhandling you into the position he wants you in seemingly uncaring that you hadn’t finished.

On the ground kneeling before him as if he’s your god, ready to take his leaking cock down your throat.

You stare up at him with your unbuttoned blouse hanging off one shoulder. Your little cunt is practically weeping, your arousal dripping down your legs from being brought so close to the edge and having your orgasm ripped away from you because of your own brattiness. You sit there waiting for him to make a move but he just stares at you. There’s a curious look in his eyes and it makes you nervous.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” You ask.

“Jus’ thinkin’.” He shrugs and kneels down to your level.

“About?” You like this moment. The calm before the storm. His hand comes to rest on your cheek, stroking it lovingly. You let your eyes flutter shut, leaning into him and sighing.

It’s another moment before he speaks again.

“You’re lucky you’re hot,” His tone is harsh again, and suddenly your torso is being shoved toward the ground. You gag when his cock enters your mouth, choking when he shoves your head as far down as he can get it without hurting you.

“Lucky that I love these tits,” with the hand that isn’t forcing you up and down on his cock, he reaches to grip one harshly in his large palm.

“Lucky that this sweet little cunt of yours is always so tight for me.” This time, when he forces you back down on him, he holds you there and lets his hand leave a harsh slap against your sopping-wet heat. The force he puts behind it forces your body forward, and a loud groan leaves Mingi. “Shit, feels so good, baby.”

Pathetic is how you feel. Mascara streams down your cheeks, leaving dark lines on your skin. Your face is becoming red from both the lack of air and the words he hisses into the warm air of your apartment. You can feel his tip punching the back of your throat every time you take him, your freshly done nails dig into his thighs and leave red marks that begin to bleed when you scrape them down his leg.

It isn’t exactly odd to see this side of your boyfriend. Every argument turns into some sort of sexual act. Forcing you to grind on his thigh for hours until you squirt all over him, bending you over his lap and spanking you until your skin is raw and it hurts to sit the next day, pinning you to your bed and ramming his cock into you from behind.

Your vision blurs and you try to pull yourself off of him, gagging as you do so. You can feel him twitching in your mouth and can hear his groans become louder and higher in pitch. You can feel your mind growing fuzzy, willing yourself to hold on for just a little longer—

Mingi pushes you down on him one last time, holding you there while he empties into your throat and forcing you to swallow every last drop so you don’t choke. His cum is warm and bitter and you squeeze your eyes shut as it just keeps pumping out. His body shudders beneath you, his hand tightening in your hair as the last drops hit the back of your tongue.

When he releases you, you don’t have the energy to pull away from him. You let your head rest on his thigh, his softening member resting just inches away from your swollen lips. Mingi leans his body back, one hand supporting him and the other gently brushing your hair out of your face. Your throat is sore, your breaths coming out raspy, and you feel Mingi’s hand trace its way down to brush against your carotid.

“Can you turn over for me?” His voice is hushed now, but you can hear the amusement. You can feel it in the way his breathing picks up when you whine. “My poor princess, can’t handle her loser boyfriend’s cock? Can’t let him return the favor?”

Your head tilts up at an awkward angle to look at him, and his heart stutters a little bit in his chest.

Yes, Mingi hates you a little bit. But fuck does it help that you’re kinda hot.

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lovelybrooke · 1 month

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I saw your post abo it immortal reader’s birthday and it was sooo wholesome!literally loved it 😭 I am BEGGING you for a whole one shot 🥺🙏

Happy Birthday

People have been asking for more interactions so I hope you like this. Kinda Angel centric because I don't write about him enough.

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"Angel, do people in Hell celebrate their birthdays?"

Angel peered down at you from his seat at the bar. You were doodling something on a napkin, not even looking at him as you asked the question. "I don't think so--at least I don't." He responded after a few moments. "Why'd ya ask?"

"Oh--cuz my birthday was a few days ago, so I guess it's just on my mind." You mumbled out. Angel didn't know what to think, he couldn't tell if you were trying to gain pity from him, but that wasn't something you'd do, he knows you, so instead, he just sits in shock.

Not like he could say anything, because the moment he opens his mouth, the sound of a high pitched gasp ripples through the hotel. "REALLY?!" It was Charlie, of course it was her, her eyes wide as she gapes at you in shock. Angel watches as you flinch, looking back at him with regret for even bringing it up.

"Yeah--" It takes only a few seconds for Charlie to rush up and entrap you in a bone crushing hug, cooing her apologies as she swings you around. Discomfort litters your face, and for a second Angel could see something only akin to desperation in your eyes.

"Hey, Char--we get you're excited but ya need to calm down." Angel says as she pries you out of her arms. Two of Angel's arms grip your shoulders, feeling you relax in his hold makes him feel a warmth he hasn't felt in well–a long time. He watches along with you as Charlie composes herself, a big smile still stretched across her face.

"Sorry, sorry. Oh my--this is so exciting, how old are you now? Did you get part--oh we should throw you a party! That would be so fun! Vaggie! Come on--" Charlie rambles on and on, clearly not paying attention to you.

"Charlie." You interrupt, his full attention now on you. "It's not that big of a deal, I don't really do anything for my birthday so you don't have to worry about it." As you speak, Angel slowly starts to feel bad for you, thinking about all the times you talked to him while he was high or tired from work. Did you tell him then? Did he forget? Was he a terrible friend like always? His mind races, and like always, he wants to run away from his problems, hide in his room, grovel and sink away into his miseries he can't remember what he was sad about.

"I think a party would be nice, dontcha think?" But his words got ahead of him. His hands grip your shoulders just a fraction tighter as he leans over to see your face. You were--surprised, like you didn't expect him to speak up. He expects you to shake your head, to sigh and assume he means the worse. But instead, you smile, and everything else melts away as he feels warm again.

"I-I mean--as long as it doesn't bother any of you." You rub your arm, suppressing an even bigger smile. "I don't want to get into your guy's way."

Charlie shakes her head quickly, pulling you out of Angel's arm to give you another, albeit less restricting hug. Angel finds himself missing your warm, but strangely happy nonetheless. "It's no inconvenience at all!" Angel feel's Charlie's eyes on him for a split second, she was proud of him. He almost felt proud of himself for making you smile. "Come on--we have a lot to plan! What type of cake do you want, I can get you absolutely anything! Maybe dad would like an invite--"

Eventually, you're gone, and Angel is back at the bar. "Damn Angel." He hears Husk address him. "If you keep this up you might actually be redeemed."

"Oh--shut up." Angel says, unable to repress a smile. Husk doesn't respond, going back to washing dishes as music lightly drones in the background. As Angel sits, happy for once in his life, the napkin you were doodling on catches his eye. He debates taking a peak, he knows you don't like people looking at your artwork, but he couldn't help himself.

On the plain white paper, there were a few doodles. Some random shapes, others more detailed depictions like flowers and hearts. But in the corner was a tiny depiction of him. It was nice, the details surprising.

In a moment, he tears the corner of the napkin off, pocketing it. He hopes you won't mind.

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A/n: I needed to shut up about Alastor, it feels like he's the only character I talk about.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #platonic yandere hazbin hotel #yandere hazbin hotel

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kalims · 8 months

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kiss your best friend | ignihyde

kiss your best friend and see how they react!

parts. one , two , three , four , five , six , seven

characters. idia, ortho

content. gender neutral reader as usual, platonic for the bby, wingman ortho at it again, forgot about this ngl

note. sorry guys idia's part was messy but I mean, I'm just portraying his chaotic feelings ig. I SWEAR ORTHO'S PART MAKES UP FOR IT SINCE HES THE CALMER ONE

damn part six finally hear after almost a year (I'm so sorry help)

idia

is having the fastest inner monolog you will ever hear in your life, if it was being read out loud that is. could be nominated as rapper of the year with how fast he's blurting out thoughts in his mind.

also probably vocals of the year too with how high pitched, and small in range it is. what a versatile king 🔥

'anywaysitooklike10yearstryingtofindthisitemcausetheysaidtheysawitbutohmygodwhatinthethreehellsishappeningOMGaretheykissingmechatamidreamingOMGimnot??WHAT WARAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA'

to make your life easier 'anyways it took like ten years trying to find this item cause they said they saw it but oh my god what in the three hells is happening OMG are they kissing me chat am I dreaming OMG I'm not??? WHAT *incoherent screeching.'

probably has never kissed anyone besides his body pillows which is just one sided making out so completely forgets his 'lessons on teaching himself how to kiss' and freezes up. comically gets goosebumps and remains frozen even after you pull away.

then starts turning red from feet to head??

he has so many questions that he in fact, does NOT want to ask cause even if it cost his life he can't question you if you guys are dating now cause YOU JUST KISSED HIM SO THAT MEANS YOU BOTH UPGRADE LEVELS.

wait he can't call it friendship level. clearly you're both past level 10 now right?? INTIMACY LEVEL???? HE DOESNT KNOW HES PANICKING.

is too awkward to ask and acts even more awkward as the time is more prolong during the time he's just left wondering what the hell you guys are now cause he's too pussy to do anything without confirmation that you're both duos for life now.

ortho

is the one idia rants to about his predicament right after you part ways.

like, idia doesn't even try to call or contact ortho through the means of technology even if it meant getting to talk faster. he's BOLTING to the dorm with his unathletic ass (with breaks in between.) because the tea he was going to spill was that good.

listens intently and goes :O when idia finally mentions the part where you randomly kiss him out of the blue, by the way only getting to the point after idia spills.. umm.. the wrong thing to be honest, literally retold the whole day until that point.

yeahhhh.. he has the energy atleast.

idia is probably telling ortho about how it meant nothing even though you literally outright kissed him, to the cheek, mouth, or something and he's still gonna say it didn't mean anything.

ortho gotta be the one telling idia to make the move cause no idiot would mistake that for nothing (except idia apparently but he'll have everyone know that his brother is a tech genius!!)

they both do one of those scenes in movies where P1 - idia, is talking to you in real life with an earpiece, and P2 - ortho is said person behind the earpiece. basically the one telling idia what he should do because that guy is too lost for his own good.

"brother move closer!"

"... isn't this too close already though--" <- embarrassed and regretting everything

in the end he did manage to get a label on the two of you, no thanks to HIM and all the thanks to ortho <3

note. ortho's part just ended up as an extension of idia's part but I always love to include him in everything :') just some behind the scenes on how idia actually got a relationship (ITS ALL ORTHO)

not pr, who prs anyways cries

#ㅤ◜◡◝ . . signed #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #twst fluff #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #ortho shroud #ortho shroud x reader #x gn reader #ignihyde

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7ndipity · 4 months

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Taehyung Nsfw Headcanons

Taehyung x Reader

Warnings: +18 mdni, Smut, Mentions of somnophilia, cumplay, threesomes/poly dynamics, not proofread

A/N: Was going to post an Ot7 list today, but I got a little over invested and didn’t get the editing done, so it’ll go up tomorrow instead. So, for today, I present you with some smutty Tae thoughts.

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He’s a switch, but he’s definitely sub leaning. Like, as much as he loves taking the lead, nothing gets him as hard as whenever you take control or ride him.(He really loves being babied and taken care of)

Not really that into toys, but he’s quite drawn to roleplay/scenes.

Not the most vocal in bed, sticking mainly to lots of low, breathy moans that build up in pitch and volume the closer he gets to cumming. Gets really whiny when you ride him or jerk him off(not the whiniest member tho, oddly enough).

Has rather contrasting approaches towards sex, there’s a clear difference between sex and making love for him. When he’s just horny and wants a quick fix, he’s point blank about it, pulling you close as he mumbles about needing you, already grinding lightly against you.

When he wants things to be special tho, he goes all out: I’m talking candles, music, rose petals on the bed, etc. He’ll even set up a whole spa night as part of you aftercare together.

Loves slow, sleepy sex, when one or both of you are on the brink of dozing off, everything feeling super intense and yet distant and floaty at the same time.(lowkey might be into somnophilia)

Also very into mutual/guided masturbation.

Very into cumplay. Loves cumming on your tummy or chest, spreading it around with his cock or fingers and then having you suck them clean for him. Loves when you kiss after and he’s able to taste himself on your tongue.

Definitely has a slight breeding kink, but it turns into a full blown obsession if you’re into it as well. Loses his mind over the way you clench around him whenever he talks about filling you up like “You like that? Want me to give you a baby? Fill you so full you’ll feel it for days.”

Also kinda obsessed with cockwarming. He’s really into quiet intimacy and being as close to you as possible. Swears he sleeps better with you wrapped around him, and will literally start whining if he accidentally slips out during the night.

Also could be open to threesomes/poly dynamics under the right circumstances, if it was with someone he was really close with and trusted(like Jimin).

Taglist: @sopebubbles-replies @btsw1fe @this-must-be-my-tardis @whitefoxgirl @bethanysnow @coffeedepressionsoup @main-bangtansmauyeondan @feminympho @a-gayish-unicorn

#taehyung headcanons #taehyung scenarios #taehyung smut #taehyung reaction #taehyung reactions #taehyung x y/n #taehyung x reader #bts headcanons #bts scenarios #bts smut #bts reaction #bts reactions #bts x y/n #bts x reader #7ndipity

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spaceistheplaceart · 6 months

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Body Swap - How Do I Talk Like That? Part Three

Honestly, I'm not that happy with how this part went but after literally struggling with it for like. half a year. im just glad its done. let me know what you guys think!

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Summarized ID: Reigen tries to help Mob in the consultation by gesturing to him what he should do. Mob doesn't get the hint, and the client almost leaves before Reigen is able to somehow sway him with his over energetic sales pitch. They wait for a taxi, but Mob seems down.

FULL ID UNDER CUT:

(This is a body swap, so I'll be referring to the characters as who they actually are but keep in mind that Reigen is in Mob's body and vice versa.)

"I see..." Hiroto says. "Hmm..."

Mob glances over at Reigen, who is frantically pointing to the 'course options' sheet on the desk. Mob looks down at it and says, "oh!" before picking it up and reading it. "Let's see, the fees for the various course packages are listed here..." He slides it over to Hiroto, smiling. "Please, read it over. There seems to be a deal on the 'all-out' package this month."

Reigen grips his hair in distress, thinking to himself: "No! You're supposed to talk him through the process!"

We see Hiroto reading the sheet. Reigen is still thinking, "You can't let him read the whole thing, reel him in before he's got time to think!!!" Reigen leans over his desk, staring intensely at Mob and Hiroto. "Now would be a great time for some latent telepathic abilities to awaken!"

Hiroto hands the sheet back to Mob. "Hm. Well. Thank you for taking the time to see me. I'll keep you in mind." He stands up.

"Crap!" Reigen thinks to himself, standing up from his seat. "Sir!" He calls out to Hiroto, who is near the door and ready to leave. Reigen points to a poster behind him that says '3 Ghosts, One Free!'. He says, "Did you know that right now we have a special deal going on!? For the whole month, if you have three ghosts or more, we'll exorcise a third of them free!"

Hiroto looks at Reigen, bemused. A question mark is beside him. "Aha. Thanks, kid, but... I'm alright."

Reigen looks at him tensely, a sweatdrop on his cheek. He glances back at Mob, who is frozen and still holding the price sheet.

Reigen puts his hands on his hips and speaks out again, "Listen! My master is absolutely the real deal! Just look at all these satisfied customers!" He points to a corkboard behind him. On top of the corkboard is a label that says 'Our Customers' and there are many photos of customers on the board, pinned up. Reigen says, "Every single one of them! Spirit free! Whether it was a barrage of spirits or just one-"

He continues, pointing to himself with his thumb. "MY MASTER! Was able to help them all! So-"

He trails off as Hiroto begins to chuckle. He holds his hands over his stomach, his chuckling slowly trailing off. He sighs and smiles at Mob.

"Aha... Seems you've got yourself quite the little businessman, huh?"

Reigen, Mob, and Dimple, simply look at him, confused.

Hiroto runs a hand through his hair and sighs. "Fine... Be over at 1 o'clock. Sharp."

He leans down to Reigen's height, smiling with sparkles around him. "That's thirty minutes from now, okay?"

Reigen forces a smile, sparkles around him too now. "Yep, sounds great! We'll see you then, sir!"

"Wonderful, see you then." Hiroto says. He leaves, disappearing behind the wall that seperates the entryway from the office. As he's leaving, he mutters to himself "Aha... kids..." Then the door closes with a chime.

Mob is sat at Reigen's desk, a shadow over his eyes and his hands clasped together. Reigen comes up and claps a hand on his shoulder, looking off to the side.

"Well! It's to be expected. You did the best you could, Mob.Though I do have a few pointers..." He waves his hand around dismissively. "We'll talk on the way."

"Sure." Mob says.

Two panels, both black with white text, say: PROGRESS TOWARDS EXPLOSION: 48%

We cut to outside the office, where Mob and Reigen are sitting on a curb. There's a text box above them that reads: "waiting for a taxi"

Dimple floats off to Mob's side. Mob looks a little sad. Dimple frowns and asks, "Why do you look so down? You got the job in the end. Don't tell me you're bummed just because it was little awkward."

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#yes i misspelled towards dont worry a bout it #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #shigeo kageyama #reigen arataka #arataka reigen #dimple #kageyama shigeo #comic #mp100 comic #mp100 body swap #op art #legitimately i was struggling with this for so long. i dont know how to write the mp100 chars im SORRY #also just pretend his counters been going up the whole time ok i forgor 🤪

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ahegato · 8 days

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Hey ahegato! I hope you are well :) I've just discovered your account and I love your posts (especially the fill you up post and how they act around children which was so cute!!). I was wondering whether you could write about how the brothers and mains are like when its their first time with a female MC who had been a virgin?

I can't wait to read more of your posts!

author note: Oh my gosh, my first request, I’m so nervous and excited!! Pretty fitting that my first request is about something being the first time. I’m sooo sorry that it’s so late, I’ve been balls deep in other fandoms

SUPER IMPORTANT SIDE NOTE: so I decided to do it like this, and I might keep doing that with all requests I receive: I’ll write for the characters requested, BUT I won’t post them all at the same time, or else you guys are gonna have to wait for like 84 years to get the finished product 😭

So instead I’ll post them all individually (UNLESS the headcanons are very short and don’t include fics) and just link the other ones in it when they get finished. that way you guys still get some kind of content every now and then!

[NSFW] Obey Me - fem!MC first time with Mammon

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TW: nsfw, first time sex, loss of virginity, swearing Characters: Mammoney Writer: ahegato

Context: The MC would probably be pretty nervous since it’s the first time and stuff like that. Idk I lost my virginity when I was like 17 and now I’m really old, so I barely remember it. I just recall worrying about the pain while also knowing it was common, that’s about it lol

You/your pronouns, so basically gender neutral, bUT MC will have female bits.

Anyway, have an awesome day (that’s an order) and I hope you enjoy it!

MAMMON:

turns out that “bad boy mammon” is actually super romantic

huh who knew? literally everyone in the whole devildom

if you weren’t aware of how much of a softie he is, you clearly missed him in the entire story

when he finds out you’re a virgin, he gets a little excited

he’s really going to be your first man, huh?

mammon is incredibly nervous about your first time together

but instead of freezing up and not daring to do anything *cough* levi *cough*, he instead just gets reallllllly sensitive to touch

give him a handjob or oral, he’ll tremble and moan like a pornstar

really just kiss him and he won’t know what to do with himself

he wants you to be in control of the pace to be extra safe, so he’ll ask you to be on top

also because it’s hot, but he won’t tell you that (you’ll figure it out eventually anyway)

you start with both of you sitting up and you on his lap

will at some point take one of your hands and refuse to let go

if you cry from the pain, he’ll instantly go into comfort mode

wrapping his arms around you and stroke your back, telling you that you’re doing great and to just wait for a bit longer

he gets extremely lovey dovey and emotional when he’s about to finish, it’s so obvious that he wouldn’t even have to say anything for you to notice, but he still will

even after finishing, he won’t let go of you

doesn’t matter if you’re all sticky from the sweat, you’re his and he’s yours now

might as well be glued together, because he sure is acting like that’s the case

he feels very embarrassed afterwards because he’s not used to being so vulnerable, so pls reassure him

As you finally sink down onto him, he lets out a long, breathy, high-pitched moan. His nails are pressing into your waist, not so hard to draw blood but enough to turn you on even more. The way you’re squeezing him while sitting on his lap, your hands on his shoulders to support yourself, is addictive. But despite that, what’s taking up the most space in his mind is the love he’s feeling for you, as cheesy as it sounds, and the intimate moment you’re experiencing together. He almost gets a little teary at the thought. However, he gets snapped out of it when you begin to move, lifting yourself off of him before sinking back down again, and he lets out a surprised groan. He looks down between your bodies, watching as his cock disappears into you, moaning at the sight. His hands on your waist travel down to your hips, assisting you in your movements. He never wants to let go of you, and he pulls you closer, leaning over to breathe in your scent, causing his dick to twitch inside of you. Mammon has no shame at this point, he’ll bare his neck for you to bite and suck on. If you don’t get the point he’ll literally beg for it, and if he walks out of there without even a single mark, he’ll whine like a baby. He wants physical proof that he’s yours and you’re his. If you let him mark you, he’ll moan long and high-pitched as he does it. If you mark him, he’s legit whimpering and twitching underneath you. He’s drowning in you, kissing any part of your body that he can reach, meeting your movements with his own, and sometimes just gazing at you with a look of pure love. “MC I... I love you... I love you so much...” he huffs, pulling you as close to him as possible. He looks you in the eyes, mere inches away from each other. “I...I’m about to cum...” As he finally gets pushed over the edge, he sinks you down onto his cock as far as he can, holding onto you tightly as he whimpers words of affection in your ear. Once he’s down from his high, the memories of what he said and did return to his brain, and he gets super flustered. “I-I did not just say all that, ya hear me? Don’t tell anyone!” he stutters, suddenly all worried about this so-called reputation. “Of course I won’t tell anyone! But you did say all that, and I loved it.” you reply with a smile. “Y-you did?” the demon asks, looking back at you with a surprised expression on his face. “Of course I did! I loved seeing this side of you, and I love you.” The blush on his cheeks intensifies, but the demon visibly relaxes, a smile forming on his face in return. He cuddles up to you, fully intending to hold you hostage in his bed for the rest of the night.

✦ 30/11/2023 (Im so sorry lmao) - 16/04/2024 ✦ ahegato ✦

#headcanons #obey me mammon #om! mammon #mammon x reader #mammon #smut #mammon smut #mammoney #obey me #obey me shall we date

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soulinheehee · 4 months

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Framed by moonlight

˚⁺‧ 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

˚⁺‧ 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦: 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦

˚⁺‧ 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴: my roommates just woke me while I was having a nightmare. i wish they didn't cause arle was about to comfort me💔💔💔 literally just wrote what i dreamed about lol. what i remember of it

Everything felt too real. The surfaces of the things you touched, the sounds you heard, the sounds you made, the.. things that you've seen.

It was just a usual dream about you spending some time with your wife in her room, but as soon as you walked away from her...

You saw that the door leading to one of the rooms was slightly opened. You wanted to get something from this room, so you headed towards it. Although your eye caught the presence of another... something way too late.

You screamed in horror when you opened the door to your room, and saw something standing in the middle of it. It was tall and big, pitch black despite the lights being on, and it definitely didn't belong here. You closed the door instinctively, trying to protect yourself from the thing, but you quickly realized it might've been a hallucination, but if it was real, then you'd be giving it a way away right now.

You opened the door again, your whole body shaking, hands trembling, but...

... You couldn't find a single trace of the thing you saw.

You quickly turned to the side, where the light switch was, and were about to turn the lights off, but it couldn't work. You were tapping on the switch, but neither side would work.

After a few horrendous seconds, you successfully turned the lights off. As quickly as possible, you grabbed your pillow and headed, no, ran towards your wife's room. The heartbeat rang in your ears, your chest felt as if something was squishing your ribcage, your head dizzy. You ran down the corridor, until you finally have arrived at your wife's room.

You got in, but saw the absence of her. Still you put your pillow next to hers on the bed and lied down.

It was some time after, though, that you sensed not being alone again. You were terrified. The thing that you saw... Was it that thing again?! You shut your eyes in horror, unable to process the situation, as the image of a pitch black humanoid figure kept appearing in your mind.

You felt it getting closer. And closer. And closer...

You peeked your eye open..

In the dark of the room, you saw it. A humanoid figure, tall and so much stronger than you are, framed by the moonlight.

You screamed for your life. At least your wife would know that something has happened to you...

Until the figure turn the lamp on the bedside table on. The creepy figure framed by eerie moonlight, was now dimly lit by the artificial warm light, and you instantly recognized Arlecchino's tired form.

"Were you having a nightmare?", your wife asked.

You were still in shock, the remnants of prior horror refusing to leave your body. You didn't notice when you woke up...

Arlecchino sat beside you.

"I.. usually wake up by alarm, and get so tired that I don't remember what i dream about." The more Arlecchino was talking to you, the more you recognized her voice, and calmed down. "Horrors of the night are something I'm no longer familiar with." She lied beside you, and you instantly hugged closer to her, hiding your face in her chest as her heartbeat slowly brought you back on earth. "But I realize enough how terrible they--"

"What were you having nightmares about?" you interrupted her. Arlecchino sighed and put her hand on your back, patting it gently.

"I don't remember." She hugged you closer. "Please sleep, it is very late. You need a good rest."

Despite how terrifying it seemed for half of the second, when Arlecchino turned off the light you didn't feel as scared as you were before, probably realizing that what frightened you was merely a nightmare.

"Good night, Arlecchino."

"Sweet dreams."

How silly, you thought, falling asleep.

You never needed to grab your pillow from your room to sleep with your wife. Your room was already shared with her.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #arlecchino #arlecchino x reader #female reader #wlw

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slytherinshua · 16 days

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idk if this counts as a soft thought but ... imagine a dk who used to be short when he was like 12 and used to be really nice to you then when you graduated from elementary school he vaguely told you he liked you and you went :0

and then fast fwd 4 years later, you're going to the same high school as him and he says hi and ure like shit. he grew taller. tanner, his voice is deeper (you'd always thought it'd already broken in elementary sch but turns out it didn't)

just 🫠🫠 childhood friends to lovers dk !!

first of all ty for sending smth in kimchi cause istg i was dying earlier like my tumblr is so DRY and ur the only person who indulged my boredom yayay!! also this is LITERALLY making my head spin like crazy cause just think abt it skjdks

warnings: fem!reader. mention of seokmin getting bullied both in elementary and middle school, and he gets taller, tanner, hotter, and has straighter teeth and a deeper voice by the time he's in high school. not proofread and written on tumblr which i never do so it might be ATROCIOUS but its soft thoughts anyway so it doesn't have to be perfect <3

wc: ~1.1k.

ofc you loved to spend time with seokmin when you were in elementary— like you two were practically inseparable. and you first met him when you saw him getting bullied by some jerks in the same year as you. ofc you told them to go away (might've punched one of them just to get your point across, but you and seokmin swore that you would never speak of that detail again). they were so scared of you after you threw the punch that it actually worked and they never bothered him again. and little seokmin was practically in awe of you since that very moment and ofc he develops a small large crush on you </3

but you two end up getting cruelly separated when seokmin tells you that because of the need to move for his parents' work, he's going to be put an all-boys middle school while you're still going to the regular mixed one that most of the kids from that same elementary were going to. during your middle school years, seokmin doesn't cross your mind a lot. it's only when you get a confession from a boy in your class that you're reminded of him and that last day of 5th grade.

you could’ve sworn you heard the words “I like you” fall from his lips except it was so quiet and murmured that you’re not quite sure if it actually happened or if your brain wanted it to so bad that you hallucinated it into existence. and since you're not positive that he did actually confess to you (or that he would still hold the same feelings he did at 10 as a 15 year old), you don't hope for anything else concerning seokmin. much to your 10 year old self's disappointment, because of course you had already imagined a whole life together with your best friend. you don't remember it having any distinction as to whether seokmin was still your best friend or if he was your boyfriend, but it didn't matter to you as long as he was still in your life.

but the first day at your new high school you realize that you’re so fucking screwed it’s not even funny. because as you’re looking at the list of students and what class their first period is you recognize a very familiar name and your brain practically goes blank.

lee seokmin.

and god damnit he has science as his first period just like you. so as you walk into the class you’re frantic to scan the room for any short boy with milky skin, crooked teeth, and a high pitched slightly squeaky voice that you absolutely adored at the age of 10. but he’s not there; well, at least, not fitting that description of him that you remember.

the boy who you quickly see waving excitedly to you is in fact the lee seokmin— you can tell from his name tag— but god had he changed. he had grown at least 20 cm from the last time you saw him because even sitting in his desk he looked lanky. not only his height had changed, but he had also gotten tanner. and he must’ve had braces at some point in middle school because his teeth looked straighter. and his voice. god his voice alone had your heart racing. you could’ve sworn it had deepened two octaves at least.

and it was hot.

the boy who you could only label as your adorable, nerdy, loser best friend who cowered behind you in the face of bullies was hot.

this turn of events rendered him almost unrecognizable. and you were sure you wouldn’t have been able to recognize him if it weren’t for his smile, which was as bright and beautiful as always, with or without the crooked teeth.

and maybe it was that smile that made you just a little relieved that he hadn't changed as much as his appearance had. so you gathered some confidence and walked over to the desk he was sitting in and slid into the seat next to him. you returned his 'hi' that he had shot you from across the room, and as soon as you did, you were practically tackled in a hug.

and it felt the same as his old hugs, which was a relief to your mind but not to your heart, which doubled its speed at least. before your class started, you somehow managed to get up to speed with all of seokmin's middle school years (you were so glad that he was still as talkative and unserious as you remember).

"you don't know how worried i was walking in 30 minutes ago. the school is so big and none of my old classmates go here— though maybe i should be thankful for that. but as soon as i saw your name on the student list, for some reason, i knew it would all be okay. you're here— you're actually here. so they can't touch me."

he said all of this with the biggest smile on his face and you were sure your eyes had actual hearts in them as you listened to him explain everything animatedly.

you and seokmin talked and talked and talked. he would walk you to your class just to keep the conversation going before the second bell rang and he had to race off to his next period on the other side of the building. but he didn't mind being late every time if it meant getting to hear you laugh for 3 minutes longer.

you were back to being best friends with seokmin, and neither of you could be happier. what was most relieving was how it all fit back into place without any struggle. as if seokmin was a puzzle piece that had been temporarily dropped on the floor and had just been picked up again and put back where he belonged (by your side).

you never got the courage to ask seokmin about that last day of 5th grade until your 3rd year of high school together when you had gotten a little tired of seeing a certain classmate of yours which you despised talk so openly about her crush on seokmin— even in front of him and you. so even though your throat got all tangled up as you brought up the topic, you forced yourself to at least ask him the question.

"did you like me when we were younger?"

and his answer came so easily and naturally that you had to double-take.

"of course i did. wasn't it obvious?"

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one-flower-one-sword · 4 months

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Xie Lian tied up upon his own altar, held down and stabbed over and over while Hua Cheng is forced to watch helplessly:

Xie Lian wanted to wail with the most devastating sound, but his throat couldn't gasp out a single word - it had probably already been sliced through. He wanted to thrash wildly from the pain. It was like suffering the sum agony of countless lifetimes, and he didn't know if he'd be able to feel any other pain again.

He couldn't see anything. The world was pitch-black save for the nearby ball of ghost fire, which burned furiously. The ghost fire was growing brighter and stronger, but it still couldn't escape the cage of White No-Face's hand.

Xie Lian's heartbreaking screams couldn't be heard, but he could hear another heart-wrenching wail that seemed to come from the flame. Although it wasn't him, it felt like he was the one making that sound - its pain was the same as his own.

[...] When the flame gradually subsided and coalesced once again, the tiny ball of ghost fire was no more - in its place, the figure of a young man was gradually taking shape.

The young man dropped to his knees in front of the scorched, black surface of the altar. Bent over deeply, he clutched his head in both hands. He bellowed in immense, devastating pain.

TGCF Volume 6, page 257-258 (emphasis mine)

Wuming being torn apart by the angry battlefield spirits while Xie Lian is forced to watch helplessly:

Wuming seemed to have heard his voice and looked up. Xie Lian couldn't see his real face; he only saw that mask with its drawn-on smile.

But Xie Lian had a strange feeling that beneath his mask, Wuming was really smiling.

The feeling was fleeting, however. The vast black torrent and the screaming tide gathered to form a tempest, and it swallowed Wuming whole in an instant.

And in that instant, Xie Lian heard a heart-wrenching, blood-curdling scream.

He thought he had heard that voice somewhere before... No, he knew he had heard that voice somewhere before!

Pain. It hurt like he was feeling that same agony. It hurt like a fate worse than death. It hurt so much that his mind and body were being torn apart. It hurt so much he thudded to his knees, hugging his head as he screamed along too.

TGCF Volume 6, page 336 (emphasis mine)

only on my reread did I realize how closely these two scenes mirror each other. both of them are experiencing the other's agony as their own, clutching their heads and screaming because what is happening to the other is unbearable. the mirroring is especially remarkable because for Hua Cheng, Xie Lian at this point is already his beloved and to him it's "the worst suffering in the world" to see him in pain while being unable to do anything about it - but Xie Lian doesn't even know who Wuming really is.

and yet. and yet he reacts like this, exactly as Hua Cheng did, even though the only thing he remembers is that he's heard Wuming's voice somewhere before. Wuming is literally being torn apart, and so Xie Lian also feels as if he is being torn apart, even if he doesn't know why.

plus the almost poetic yet brutal irony of Wuming taking Xie Lian's place so it won't be Xie Lian being torn apart by the spirits in the sword like he'd been torn apart by being stabbed over and over by that same sword before - only for Xie Lian to then feel that pain regardless because Wuming is feeling it.

#tgcf #rereading tgcf #hualian #these two I'm just... i need to lie down

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payasita · 8 months

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listening to the cotl soundtrack and sort of losing my mind at the cohesiveness of the entire thing in general

the fact that Narinder in particular gets two different tracks is par for the course for a boss with two phases but what I adore about them is how they differ in just the right amount to make the repeating motifs really striking

his first phase kind of jumps between this almost calm energy and then picking up and getting you feeling about as frantic as a boss battle would, but it stands out against the other bishops for by almost feeling, sort of, orderly. this is Narinder, this is the final bishop standing after having nearly completed his centuries of planning. he is in control here, and there's so little of the desperate chaos that characterizes the battles between the Lamb and his siblings

And then in phase two, it shifts hard. we pitch low, and we speed up as soon as the song starts. the ambiance is distorted, and it's a good match to what becomes of the battlefield and of him. this is The One Who Waits, who is so close to being free, who will not allow you to forget what exactly he is, and who is has been so royally pissed off about being betrayed for a literal millennium.

And you're the last thing in his way, and you just betrayed him again, and he's instantly setting upon mutilating himself as badly or if not worse than the eldritch forms his siblings took just to take you down

(which, also, he managed to do by himself without a dozen willing sacrifices like they had needed. there's a lot sprinkled out throughout the game that validates the Bishops' whole thing about being scared shitless of the guy but that one kinda sticks out when you're there to witness it)

in conclusion: cool

#cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl spoilers #yes im listening to cotl soundtrack and being annoying about it on Tumblr while at work #its my co-lead's fault for being late and leaving me to my own devices #i may not give a shit but at least im punctual about #also aym and baal's themes are adorable and i love how BAAL'S is the more threatening of the two #that's my opinion tho user experience may vary

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siremasterlawrence · 3 months

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My Personal Virtual Transition

I won a weird competition to use a Spiralistix virtual reality A+ glasses at the laboratory I am assigned to go to and I pack my bags to head to London when I am greeted by a the limo driver.

The limo is rather bare all that I see is a less then twin like bed I lay down in when a pair of the goggles pop down and I place them on my head instantly a light flashes in my eyes.

I fall deep a sleep as my mind transfers over to the mainframe of the device leaving me in a pitch black room and I am left in darkness until a ball of light appears filing up the whole space.

The ball projects a image of a blank virtual male leaving me at a loss except I saw Tom Hardy in the ball showcasing him at some major celebrity event in a dashing suit I can only imagine.

Next thing I know suddenly I am falling in to a deep sleep body, mind and soul are soon transferring in to the ball all of sudden I am hit with a shock appearing at the event and I see it.

Crowds screaming as they are surrounding me, more hands reaching out to grabbing me too and pulling left, right, up, down and center until my eyes land on the glass door and window.

I am now literally in control of actors super sexy and hot ass mother fuckers body in the midst of the spectacle and I decide to play along with it taking his finger licking it and messing his hair up.

I flash a bright smoke showcasing my teeth then make my way down the red carpet my hands are in air and waving it to the sea of massive amounts crowds who are lusting after me.

I slap my ass hard while making a hot sizzle sounds, then make gun signal in my hand and shoot upward and make a weird facial expression as I ditch my wife to have some old fun.

Taking a second I sneak off to the private bathroom of the hotel locking the door a bit and start to undress my self slowly as I lay my cell on to the counter as it records my every movement.

Doing a sexy dance routine just live stream for everyone to see declaring that I am hot ass mess and I need to give myself to some one and he has no idea I am about to make him mine.

I grab my cock starting to pump it creating a heavy undulating movements as I I scream, howl, and shout in pain and pleasure before I cum and I feel the horror of Tom from inside of my body.

“Time to clean up this mess!”

“God! Look at this face “

“I am about to hit some pussy and ass”

“Yeah! I am talking about you bitch”

“Oh Stop! You are embracing this “

“I can feel your heart racing “

“Do not ignore me”

“Or deny my”

“This is my body now “

“Anyone let’s go “

“Hello everyone!”

“Let’s fucking party “

“Hey babe”

“Let’s dance “

“Are you ok Tom?”

“Yeah? By the way”

“Huh?”

“I want a divorce! Sorry babe! Bye”

I call for my limo, calls hotel to set up a room for me and we are off as they park and I am heading in to my hotel room disrobing me of my clothes stripping till my underpants as it all leaves me naked.

I stand in the mirror soon enough I see his reflection looking back at me with anger is ranging on and waving his fist at me so he is getting closer to me as close as the mirror gets closer to me.

He stood stronger in a super height equal to mine, his arms are wide across from me now padding his arms to his body and I love it I can feel the panic in his throat and the pure surge of energy.

“This is impossible! You cannot do this.”

“I am allowed to do anything I want.”

“I chose you “

“I am in control “

“This is my will”

“I will you to obey “

“FUCK You!”

“You will be fucking “

“Some ass”

“You evil creep”

“Evil? Creep? No! No!”

“Oh Tommy! Tom…Tom”

“I am Tom Hardy”

“I am Eddie Brock”

“Asswipe”

“On a deeper level “

“I understand you “

“I am suffering with mental health too”

“I am not as confident as I should be”

“We have to exude it”

“That’s a life”

“Stop falling it “

“Enough fueling it”

“I am your Master now”

“I consume you “

“There is no freedom”

“No free will”

“I love you Tom”

The end

#tom hardy #virtual reality #vr goggles #body possession #the possessed #take over #Master Lawrence Universe

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nekropsii · 19 days

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♤crotuna is double awful to me as a mituna liker and also guy who is obsesessed with troll society. like thats not how kismessitude works its a rivalry you cant just put to people who dont like each other together and call it pitch. can anyone hear me. its so dark in here.

ALSO when people act like cronus couldnt abuse mituna if they were in spades... KILLING YOU WITH MY MIND. did everyone just forget about terezi and gsmzee???

Pitch is Rivalry, yeah. Competitive Self Betterment. A lot of people seem to forget some genuine affection is necessary for BlackRom to work out and that there's clear distinction between "BlackRom" and "Just Hating Someone". The reason they can get so intense is because you care about the other party. It's a hell of a lot easier to get mad at something if you care about it, either because you love that thing or because it's negatively impacting something you love. It's why politics get people so up in arms. Politics inherently spell out who you do and do not care for the lives and rights of, and if that steps on groups that represent people that others care about a lot, they're going to get angry. Because... Duh.

Abusive Kismesissitudes are real and extremely possible, and I hate when people act like "Abuse" and "Kismesissitude" are either synonymous or completely exclusive of each other. Gamzee and Terezi were directly addressed as being in an Abusive Kismesissitude. There was a whole damn arc about it. Confronting the fact that it was an Abusive Kismesissitude was done in plain terms and on screen. It's pretty clearly spelled out.

So, yeah, fully agree. Pitch CroTuna is not fucking real and it never will be, because Cronus does not love Mituna and Mituna does not love him, and they're not in a god damned Quadrant. Cronus is explicitly just Mituna's abuser, and while this does involve Cronus sexually assaulting him, the mere presence of Mituna getting assaulted does not at all equate to either of them having feelings for each other, and if you so much as imply anything near contrary to that point, you are a sick fuck and should get hit by a car. Cronus does not care about Mituna. He cares about the fact that he can take advantage of the fact that he's a very vulnerable target that people will not listen to if he tries to speak up about the fact that he is getting abused. Cronus says that directly. He admits to it, in plain terms!

This is not shipping material, this is explicitly, textually someone experiencing extreme violence and bigotry at the hands of a man who does not care for the rights, happiness, consent, lives, and bodily autonomy of other people. This is explicitly someone getting intentionally targeted and abused because they are a vulnerable, oppressed minority group and the abuser feels confident they can get away with the abuse. Cronus has openly admitted to wishing that "culling meant what it should mean on Beforus", meaning making Alternian Culling methods - which is literal eugenics - the standard, so that he could kill Mituna for the crime of being disabled and get away with it. Nothing Cronus has ever said to Mituna even verges on Pitch Flirting. Not even close. It's just raw, unfiltered violent abuse and hatred.

If one is going to fetishize or romanticize abuse, at least own up to it. Don't try to warp canon just to soften and blur the edges. Don't get coy. Be straightforward and tag + talk about it appropriately, like an adult. Because if you're pairing Cronus and Mituna together, you are not writing a Pitch Relationship, you are writing Extreme Abuse. This shit isn't consensual, and the playing field is NOT even. Do not pretend like it is. Do not get coy. Be honest.

#homestuck #homestuck meta #homestuck analysis #alpha trolls #beforan trolls #dancestors #homestuck quadrants #mituna captor #cronus ampora #kismesissitude #cw abuse #cw assault #mituna.pdf #cronus.pdf #nekro.pdf #nekro.sms

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