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geltears · 4 months

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heart throb

Nanami Kento x Reader

Nanami basks in the presence of his wife, his toddler and precious newborn daughter -> @suyacho girl!dad collab entry

prequel: 3’s a crowd (smut)

cw: dad!Nanami, wife!reader, toddlers & newborns, tooth rotting fluff, slight suggestiveness

Shhh.

Nanami ushers your 5 year old through the door, shushing her and rubbing one of his big hands gently over her head, ruffling the not-so-neat up-do you sent her off with this morning.

The house is silent and cold save for the heat radiating from the kitchen where he knows you've already made dinner and left it on the stove to cool. He swoons at the sight of you when he finally spots you cuddling your newborn on the rocking chair, both your faces scrunched in peaceful delight as you sleep.

"Mommy?" Namiko's whisper isn't as quiet as she hoped and her baby sister begins to stir in your hold, small legs kicking softly at the pink blanket swaddling her.

"Hi baby, how was school?" you coo at her, beckoning her over as you rub the sleep from your eyes.

Subconsciously, you begin to bounce the restless baby in your arms, causing your husband to grin widely at you, pearly white teeth joining the other features on his handsome face.

Nanami watches with pure love and adoration as you shift to fit your toddler into your side, so carefully that your 4-month old just lovingly blinks at her father. His shirt is impossibly tight as warmth blooms in his chest for you and your daughters.

His sweet girls.

Namiko begins to babble about her day to you, most of it nonsensical and completely exaggerated but you smile at her anyway and tickle her belly to make her burst into a fit of giggles as you gush over the details with her. When you finally take notice of your poor husband it's because he's making faces at the baby and his googly eyes have become almost impossible to ignore.

"Hi Ken," you say, leaning to press a wet kiss to his cheek teasingly, "You having fun making faces at Keiko?"

Kento pokes his tongue out at you and Keiko gurgles as she attempts to copy her papa, spit bubbling out the corners of her mouth instead. Ever a daddy's girl, she starts to make grabby hands at him.

He scoops her up and spins around as he cradles her protectively to his chest, making her squeal out more delightful baby sounds and kick her feet wildly.

Keiko is such a strong baby, or so Nanami says as he winces playfully and clutches his chest in faux defeat. Your baby only stares up at him, blissfully unaware of her father's antics with nothing but pure amazement swimming in her pretty brown doe eyes.

Kento kisses her blonde tuft of hair softly. She's his mini-me, he swears.

"Mommy," Namiko croons in your ear, pawing at your side excitedly. You hum. "Can I hold Keiko, pretty please?"

There's not much you can do when your daughter sets her mind on something, especially when she pouts at you and leans her head into your side, attempting to snuggle closer to you.

Namiko doesn't mind having to sit on the baby play mat or having to put a pillow underneath the area that Keiko hovered over. She just basked in the rare opportunity to hold her baby sister that she had begged her papa for.

Nanami remembers the night vividly.

He had just told Namiko a bed time story and finally gotten her to settle into bed yet she still seemed so quiet and broody, a feeling that he recognised all too well. He would pluck the stars out of the sky and exploit Satorou into doing outlandish things if it meant keeping his girls happy but he couldn't help but be shocked as she popped the sudden question: 'Can I get a baby sister?'

"She's so cute," Namiko gushed. She poked a finger at her sister's belly lightly, giggling when the baby girl flashed her a gummy smile.

While your little girl made baby noises at her sister and rocked her gently, your husband had padded over to sit at the foot of your rocking chair.

He kissed your ankle softly, chuckling when you gasped and tried to shake him off. "Rough day baby? Is Kei still fussing?"

Nanami melded both your feet in his big hands, rubbing and caressing the stress away as you sighed in relief. Your eyebrows furrowed and if it were anyone else but Nanami who had spent countless nights admiring the slope of your face, the faint dark circles under your eyes would go unnoticed.

But it was Nanami, your husband, your love.

His heart ached for you and your sweet baby and her habit of bawling through the day.

"Hm Ken," you mused, one manicured hand coming down to tangle in his hair, "She slept 'til lunch."

Your pause morphs into a guttural groan as Kento presses firmly on your calve, working the stress out of you. "I fed her, pumped some milk for her nightly feed- and then you came home."

"See, she's a sweet girl. Just a lil fussy like our first baby, right?"

You giggle at him, forgetting that under your husband's cold appearance, he was still your sweet and charming Kento who had swooped you off your feet in high school and never let you down since then.

"They get it from you," you insist.

There was much to fix in the Jujutsu world, mischief was amock and perhaps, he could sense danger brewing. But for now and in the comfort of the walls of your home, lined with the scent and memories of his favourite girls, Nanami was at peace.

In the presence of his wife and daughters, there was nothing that could upset Nanami Kento and overpower the love he held for all of you.

Ao3

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ashintheairlikesnow · 8 months

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The Heretic's Confession, Chapter One

CW: Captivity whump, some... implications... references to branding. This is just me getting a feel for the idea and character, though, really.

The robes he once kept pristine are caked in dried mud around the hem. Grigory frowns as he inspects them, rubbing along the seam. It flakes away, leaving imprints of itself behind.

Maudlin, certainly, but it feels like the stain of their sins painting his soul.

Maybe suffering can give even a man of the Goddess the sentiment of a poet. His lip curls in disgust at the very thought.

Please, please speak to me, Dromada. Tell your priest what he must do to escape this nightmare.

She is, and has always been, silent to his pleas for Her assistance.

The Goddess the people worship may be a paragon of compassion and forgiveness, her sculptures solemn and grave with hands outstretched to embrace even the lowest-born of Her children, but Grigori is beginning to suspect the holy men have got it wrong.

She isn't gracefully wise. She does not reach Her hand out to hold Her children. No, as each day passes without Her so much as whispering a reassurance, he begins to feel She is th goddess of laughter, and he is Her current favorite joke.

A knock at the door to his room - his cell, really, but of course they all like to pride themselves on keeping him in high style in his gilded cage - has him looking up, a little startled. The moon has only made half of its trek across the night sky, through the looping swirls of galaxies far, far beyond the reach of mere mortal men. That milky spin of stars, everyone knows, is where the gods live.

He wonders how many of them are looking down on him, sipping crystalline waters, and mocking his pain.

He would spit on every last temple step, if he could.

If he could just leave the fucking room-

“Brother Grigori,” His guest singsongs, half-dancing into the room. Grigory turns away from him, laying one palm over one of the iron bars that blocks any escape through the window. His fingers close slowly around it.

“What do you want.” His voice is curt, it cuts short and sharp. “Bastard.”

“Oh, see you got my name all wrong again.” The leader of this little gang is tall - too tall - and all knees and legs, lean muscle making him heavier than he looks. Grigori is tall enough for a man, but he seems like he’s half-grown, compared to the bandit. The man’s hair is a shock of white atop his head, shaved on the sides, while Grigori’s curly brown grows to the bottom of his ears, as is prescribed for the priests. He swaths himself in black kohl around his equally dark eyes and shining black leather worn back to brown from age and ill-use at the knees and elbows. Grigori’s hazel and his dirtied robes look like a joke, placed next to the bandit’s appearance. “It’s Bohli, remember? Or that’s what my mother calls me, anyway. Or she would, if she were still alive. She probably uses that when she curses my name from the heavens above, granted. I mean, probably, unless she really is suffering in the Dark After, like she deserves-”

“What do you want, Bohli?” Grigory’s head is already starting to hurt. “I don’t have time for this.”

“Nonsense. You have all the time in the world. You have nothing but time.”

“Not for… you. Please leave.”

“Nope. Not going anywhere. This is my house, remember? I just let you stay here.”

“Let me.” The words are sour in Grigori’s mouth. “Right, of course. Let me. Because I asked to be branded and trapped here in this room-”

“Hush. I take you for walkies every day, little god’s dog.” Bohli winks, and Grigori - who took a vow of pacifism, once - imagines stabbing his own knife through his eyeball until it comes out the other side of his head. “If you don’t want a leash, you just have to prove you won’t run off.”

He would, of course. Run. Outside, the woods stretch far and wide. There’s a path he could take to find a village, to find freedom...

Or… more realistically… to get arrested for being in league with Bohli and his bastards, which he isn’t, but everyone knows the goddess would save Her most faithful, and he’s been here too long. He would be branded a heretic. Everyone knows he’s a heretic. His own fellow priests would turn their backs on him. The people would burn him at the stake, for being defiled, degraded, a paragon of nothing but the filth they have covered him in. Little more than a bandit himself.

Maybe he is one.

Dromada would have saved him if he were truly Hers to save. And instead, here he is, the infamous giver of absolution to the men and women who massacre whole towns in defiance of - in direct insult to - the power and might of His Majesty, the King.

No. he would be burned as an enemy of the King's, and he would have no standing to defend himself. A captive this long isn't a captive at all, in the eyes of the world.

Just a man who no longer wants to be saved.

Tears prick at his eyes, and he struggles not to let Bohli see them and mock him even more. It’s not like he hasn’t already been marked. It was one of the first things they did. Bohli had given the order and watched while they tied him down. Grigori himself had been made to look as they put the iron in the fire, made to watch them heat it to red. Bohli had been whispering in his ear when when they pressed it to his pelvis, and Bohli had cooed over him while he screamed, stroking through his sweaty hair.

“Just leave,” He whispers, the area aching all over again. They branded him over the symbol of Dromada tattooed, a mark of his vow of chastity.

Another one broken.

Maybe that was when She stopped listening.

“Oh, but I can’t, darling Grigori. I’ve come to make a confession.” Bohli laughs, and his laughter could make you bleed even better than his blade. But somehow Grigori can’t seem to die from the loss. “Isn’t that why I keep a priest of Dromada around, anyway? For to save my poor mortal soul?”

Grigori fights the urge to wish aloud someone would poison the asshole’s food. “You would burn if you touched the Hem of her robe.”

“Maybe.” Bohli shrugs, kicking a chair over and dropping down into it, loose-limbed. His eyes spark with delight as he takes in Grigori’s misery. “But you wear Her robes, and yet I never burn when I touch you-”

“Speak your confession,” Grigory snaps, his heart twisting and going briefly silent and still in his chest. He feels blood rush to his face, and Bohli’s peal of bright, brittle laughter tells him the flush isn’t going unnoticed.

“Say it.” Bohli watches him, and it’s like being watched by one of the terrifying big cats that roam the woods just beyond this hideous prison. Unblinking, a predator’s stare. “Say the words, priest.”

Each time he does, they feel more bitter on his tongue.

But still.

Grigori draws the ruins of his robe closer around himself, and sits up straight. He swallows and sets his jaw. “Bohlinde hir Maksma en Ygridsen, the goddess Dromada hears and forgives all from those who love Her. You have only to ask. Speak, child, and be forgiven.”

Bohli licks his lips, leaning forwards. Somehow, Grigori can’t make himself look away. The bandit leader’s teeth are sharp - those canines can rend skin from bone. He’s part-elf, they say, somewhere in his bloodline the half-mindless shrieking hordes of the elven race lurk. You can always tell, so it’s said, from the sharpness of their teeth. From how little they care for the lives of men.

Maybe he’s half-elf.

It would explain why he’s so fucking smug.

“Forgive me, Dromada’s Chosen, for I have sinned against Her,” Bohli says, and he doesn’t even try to feign sincerity. Why he even plays this game, when Dromada isn’t a goddess for the elves of their wretched offspring to begin with, is beyond Grigori’s understanding.

Grigori fights the urge to sigh. He makes Dromada’s Sign, wondering if it even calls to Her any longer. If She even feels the spark of a follower’s call, or if he’s cut off from Her entirely. Who hears him when he prays?

Does anyone?

“How have you sinned against Our Mother, She Who Gave the Waters?”

Bohli licks his lips. His smile is a little too wide, shows too many of those sharp, sharp teeth. He'd be blisteringly handsome, if it weren’t for the sight of fangs where none should be. “I won’t lie, Brother Grigori. I set some stuff on fire yesterday. And I’m going to do it again. Will I be forgiven?”

Grigori imagines the mud climbing higher and higher up his robes, pulling him into the earth, forcing itself down his mouth and pressing over his eyes. He imagines the gods in the sky, looking down from their stars.

The image shatters with the memory of first sitting at the table with the dozen or so of Bohli's favorites, each of them smiling at him, while he sat in his pure white robes and felt himself bared, as if naked, before them.

Until Bohli had given the order for what to do with him.

“Dromada forgives all who seek Her,” Grigori intones, thoughtless. The words memorized before he was even thirteen years old, before he was old enough to take his vows. Before he was taken, and they were all broken, one by one. Bohli loved breaking Grigori's vows. “You have only to ask.”

“Good.” Bohli’s voice drops low. He has to focus to hear it, which is probably the bastard’s entire point. “Because I really, really love asking, and I love the sound of your answers.”

The bandit stands, walking over to him, putting one finger under his chin and forcing Grigori to look up - and up, and up, and up - to see the demon smile.

Grigori is sure, as Bohli watches him with his head tipped to the side and his black eyes as bright as the stars, that he can hear the goddess laughing.

#whump #new whump #the heretic's confession #captivity #captivity whump #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #fantasy whump #some weird fantasy race stuff happening here #just go with it #religious whump #religion whump #fantasy writing #bohli is a bad bad man #grigori is just a tired blorbo

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villaim · 2 years

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freetime: diasomnia

+ what do they like to do (with you) in their freetime?

genre — fluff, headcannons

notes — g/n reader, romantic, i love lilia.

+ || malleus draconia —

i’m pretty sure the only time he really is free is during nighttime.

he stops by your window to check if you’re awake, (please get a restraining order)

if you are.. you’re coming with him. (he asks if you want to but will take you anyways.)

MIDNIGHT WALKS WITH HIM. <33

after the wish upon a star event, he gifted one of the tamagochi’s he ordered to you; you are now the proud owner of gao-gao drakon-kun’s new bff!

he brings drakon-kun with him on walks and probably expects you to bring yours (you went back to your dorm once to get them 💔)

you guys also babysat each other’s tamagochi’s for the day!! (the amount of trust this man has for you.)

once, he brought instruments over to your dorm to play you some songs <3

if you ask, he definitely will do it again.

i’m also pretty sure if you give him ANY stringed instrument he will be able to play the most ear opening sonata.

give him 5. Minutes.

if you play any instruments, he would definitely love to play a duet with you <3

duetting while lilia records like a mom going to post her son and his s/o on facebook >>>

lilia became a cheerleader that day. (he has pom poms and everything)

+ || lilia vanrouge —

LOTS. of video games.

final fantasy? splatoon? genshin? JUST DANCE??

he has them all.

yae. miko. main.

really likes the tetris dance?? he just wants to carry you. however it’s Only lilia carrying you.

you were playing mario party 8 with him on the hotel one and he STOLE YOUR STARS on the LAST ROUND.

the next day you were glaring daggers at him.

when you had separate classes you would be looking through the window.

whenever you stared for more than a minute, he would look back with that bitchy grin then cackles.

lilia - 1, you - 0

lilia also made you both have matching profiles on discord.

he bought you nitro for the banner. (where that money come from???)

you guys also made a secret language in order to gossip about students.

so the next day, NOBODY understood what you both were talking about since you both were spitting nonsense.

there’s also a top secret dictionary to all the words that you made up. (it’s kept under your bed frame)

“asihel pokin qirp”

“WORFLE DYMIRE PEI.”

“what the fuck.” - silver, jamil

+ || silver —

im pretty sure this one is obvious.

naps with silver are ALWAYS the best ones.

imagine falling asleep in each other’s arms, the background drones away, as the world fades to nothing.

however, when he falls asleep, he will not wake up for awhile, you’re the new alarm.

you guys will literally sleep anywhere. (by you guys i mean wherever silver falls asleep first)

in the woods? his room? the lounge? the staircase???

lilia took a photo of you guys sleeping on the staircase

it’s his new wallpaper.

if you don’t feel like sleeping, you can talk silver to sleep, he will always try to stay awake to listen, however he always ends up falling asleep to your pulse.

asks about the topic again once he wakes up 🫶

if you’re into sparring, silver would like to train with you.

his swordsmanship is SO/??:!:!:! /pos (he learnt from the best after all!!)

makes a great sparring partner 10/10 recommended.

always asks questions afterwards like “are you injured?” or “how are you feeling?”

wants to make sure you’re fine, sweet boy.

+ || sebek zigvolt —

you guys don’t hang out.

actually, you requested to hang out after school and he said something about needing to train to protect his young master.

it wasn’t that clear though since you were worried about your ear bleeding.

you died of blood loss

taglist —

@trappolaces @ineligible-indefinitely @pastelmages @granzreichsgoldenberry @ventisaircurrent

#twst x reader #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #silver #sebek zigvolt #diasomnia #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader #malleus draconia x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #silver x reader #sebek x reader #epelys

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misscalming · 10 months

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DND WITH THE TOS CREW

Scotty : 10/10- does the best voices - quick at the maths part - strongly influenced by Gaelic folk stories - makes cool puzzles to solve - runs the most G rated campaigns out of everyone - swears sometimes and apologises for it - really likes teamwork and found family tropes - makes cool as fuck props - dresses up as a wizard - very wholesome - super passionate - beginner friendly -

Uhura : 8.5/10- actually keeps the players on task - good at organising shit - probably makes up cool fictional languages/texts to decipher - makes cool puzzles for players to solve - u feel a little stupid when you can't solve the really hard riddles tho -

Bones : 7/10 - has zero patience - would either rage quit or make the bosses impossible to kill - takes sick pleasure out of taking away everyones hit points - runs the shortest campaigns - kills off everyone as quickly as possible - only became DM after agreeing to play dnd but only if he could be the DM - you miss one session and you come back to see your character has lost 3 limbs and is on 2 hit points

Kirk : 10/10 - goofy voices - makes the best NPCs - kinda gets distracted by players' discussions - runs some of the longest and weirdest campaigns out of the lot - makes heaps of props (not quite as good as scotty's but close) - low key a people pleaser and indulges really dumb side quests the players make up like finding the toilets or some shit - basically all the main "important to the plot" NPC's he plays are hard flirts - has spare dice for everyone - makes awesome stories and great at entertaining everyone with his villain speeches - gets really upset but tries to hide it when you have something on and miss a session and you feel really bad because he puts a lot of effort into the campaign and it means a lot to him - would love to sit down and make character sheets with beginners but doesn't have the time :(

Spock : 7/10- great atmosphere - will put on Vulcan music and vividly describe some waterfall for 30 minutes - kinda boring? - but okay if you like poetry - doesn't let you mess with the NPCs or do ridiculous shit - says "Are you sure you wish to do that?" a lot - impossible to beat bosses - "love wins" every fucking time and fighting never actually solves anything - cock blocks u from the NPCs :( - does not have spare dice for everyone and will make u leave if you don't bring your own dice - no variety in the roles he can play - every npc is just a Spock self insert clone lol - doesn't give you time to think about what to do or let you talk to other players if their characters are physically separated from your own for "realism"

Chekov : 6/10 - communist manifesto role play - feels like you're in an episode of Seinfeld on crack - makes really confusing plots with twenty storylines and thinks he's a literary genius - does really bad accents - spits when he gets too into it - which is often - if you sit a few chairs away and are there for some nonsensical shit he's the dm for you - takes it so seriously you have to laugh - Spock just silently stood up and left after 3 minutes of the first session and never came back - makes really good drawings of everyone's characters tho - just a bad star trek episode in dnd form

Sulu : 4/10 - doesn't really know what he's doing - god his voice tho - forgets the rules sometimes - "uhh what happened last session again?" - "What happened to (insert NPC name here)?" - "Oh- uhh they died, moving on" - doesn't have the drive to be the DM at all really - probably makes nice stories which criticise capitalism - makes you bring your own dice, character sheet and miniatures

Chapel : 6/10 - accidentally shows everyone her notes - lets the players run the game - spends half the time flipping through the handbooks looking for random monsters to throw in on a whim - dedicates herself to her speeches - likes player debates - pretty good at steering the plot

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lalalixa · 2 years

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Soundproof

this is the part 2 of "Producer". Hope you like it!

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"The stars never cease to amaze me" you muttered, as you gaze into the stars, you can't help but think of what happened earlier in the Studio, "Is Jennie Kim really that type of person?" you said, like you're talking to the stars above, "I guess people have their own secret personalities" you kept spitting nonsense, as you pour yourself a shot of soju (Korean Alcohol). "I wonder, what's my secret personality..." you kept saying useless words out of your mouth as you gaze at the stars.

**RINGG-RINGG*** You picked u your phone to check who was calling you, and to by your surprise. Its Miss Jennie Kim.

"Anneyong Oppa!" she greeted you

"Hey Jennie, What's the problem? Why'd you call so late?" you ask her

"Oh nothing special just came to ask you a question"

"Oh yea sure spit it out"

"You were the one who made a mess in the Studio right?"

Your eyes grew big the moment she asked you that sentence, the question you did not want to hear from her nor Rosé. "What are you talking about? someone made a mess in the studio?" you asked her back, trying to play dumb. "Well, you can deny it all you want Oppa, but both you and I know that you saw me devouring Rosie's lips earlier." you were left speechless as she pushed you in the corner, no way out. "Did you take pictures? Well if you did I'll appreciate it if you deleted it by now, Rosé was furious earlier, because she was worried about her image" she continues to attack you with words, "Ummm, No I didn't take any pictures so you don't have to worry about that. And next time do it in a private place" you said then hung up. You slapped your face out of embarrassment.

**RINGG-RING*" Your phone rang the second time, It was Jennie once again. You answered the phone and saw her upset face.

"You know its bad to end the call just like that, without saying goodbye Oppa. Im not yet done talking to you" she said.

"What is it? I have a busy day tomorrow, you should get some rest Jennie"

"How would I get some rest when Im not satisfied yet."

"Satisfied with what?"

She shifted the camera to Rosé, who is sleeping beside her, completely naked. As she shows you Rosé's sexy body, her hands roam around her, starting from her breast going all the way down to her thighs, massaging them smoothly. You gulped as you saw Rosé's beautiful body, you try to look away from the camera to avoid thinking some bad things about her. Jennie shifted the camera back to her.

"You see Oppa, Rosé doesn't satisfy me enough, you know why? because she doesn't have a dick"

"Jennie just fucking sleep ok? your manager said you have a busy schedule tomorrow, so get some rest"

"Oh but I can't sleep Oppa, I could do some fucking right now" she said with a seductive voice, then she winks

You hung up the call once again and try to ignore her calls for the rest of the night. You've been receiving her texts, saying "If you don't want to, I'll just call my manager instead. I'll let him fuck me instead" she said in the text. You do your best to ignore her and went to sleep.

7:30AM you entered the YG building and went straight to the Recording Studio, and the very first thing that you see in the Studio is Jennie, sitting on the couch with her legs crossed. "Good Morning Oppa, did you get a good night sleep?" Jennie greeted you "No thanks to you" you answered her while not making eye contact "Well it was the same for me. I remembered that my Manager already has a wife, and I didn't want for their relationship to fall apart just because im horny" She said, and as she stood up to close the door, She slowly walks towards you and you were turned on by what she said next. "This Room is soundproof, we can make a lot of noise, So I want you to fuck me, I want you to fuck every inch of my body, My mouth, my pussy, I would even let you fuck my ass, so put your dick in me, I BEG YOU" it was like a dream when you first heard it.

It was unbelievable for someone like you to hear Jennie say it to you. As you look to your back, you see Jennie waiting for you to accept her invitation, and as you face her directly she went near your face and whispered "If you fuck me now, I'll persuade the other members for some threesome". "Fuck it" you shouted "I'll fuck you till you can't walk" Jennie smiled when she heard those vulgar coming out of your mouth. You grabbed her by her ass and carried her, while she locks your lips on your face. You put her in the Audio Workplace and your hands start to roam her sexy body, you start by slowly taking off her clothes, while she is only focused on kissing you "Oppa I want you to dominate me" she said while kissing you aggressively. you removed your lips from her lips and start to kiss her neck, while you grope her tits with her bra on, "You're a very expensive woman Jennie" you said while removing her Calvin Klein bra "Yes and you get to taste something Delicious and expensive" she said you took off her bra and you saw her pinkish nipples, and average sized boobs, "Suck them" she demanded "I thought I'll dominate you? Shut up Bitch" You said aggressively and as you suck on her one of her tits you play with the other one, getting to taste Jennie's tits is heavenly, you lick her nipples and bite them, and as you hear her moans get louder and louder, it makes you want to tease her nipples more, but she grabbed your head and pulled it away from her tits. "Oppa I told you to fuck me, not tease me, besides its my turn now, let me return the favor" she said and pushed you away from her, she went on her knees and said "Let me have a taste of what your packing" she took off your belt and unzips your pants, and to by her surprise what Jennie sees is a huge bulge in front of her, she bit her lips as she tries to slowly put down your underwear. And as your cock popped out, she starts stroking it while licking your shaft, "Oppa, how long have you've been hiding this?," she said while she starts to speed up her strokes, "This is what I always crave" she said, as she continues to stroke your cock, she started to lick down your balls, while doing so, your legs can't help but tremble as you see Jennie Kim in between your legs eating you out. Jennie slowly move her mouth to your shaft and start spitting on it, "Oppa, I want you to fuck my face, I want you to treat it like a pussy" Jennie demands you. "If you say so" you said while smirking, she quickly grabbed her head and thrust your cock deep in her throat, her eyes grew when she realized that your cock can reach the deepest part of her throat causing her to gag and suffocate at the same time. You continue to build up your speed as she mumbles "Fuck - Me - Harder!!". You thrust back in forth with an incredible speed while she holds your legs and help you speed up, you see her eyes tearing up as you fuck her face relentlessly, you see her face being covered by her saliva, her saliva dripping down to her pants and to her breast causing you to get turned more. "Jennie im cumming!" you said while continuously thrusting your cock in her throat, "CUM - IN - MY - THROAT!" she said while you fuck her face with an insane speed. And when your cock reached the deepest part of her throat, you released your cum right where no man has ever reached before. continuously cumming deep in her throat, while you can feel her swallowing all of it.

You took out your cock, and saw that it is filled with Jennie's saliva, Jennie being a mess, she asks for the tissue box while trying to lick the remaining cum in her lips. While she cleans herself, she also tries to catch her breath, "Fuck Oppa! That's by far the best facefucking I ever had." she said while fixing her hair. "Thanks for the compliment" you said, then chuckled "Sadly this is all the time I can give for you, I would like my pussy to taste that cock of yours as well. But my schedule today is full" she said with an upset voice, she stood up to fix her pants and grabbed her CK bra, then puts it on " I have to go now Oppa! thanks for the breakfast" she said. You went near her and grabbed her shoulders, "Im not done with you yet, Miss Jennie Kim" you said with a seductive voice. Then kissed her right at her lips, giving her a goodbye kiss.

The other members arrived at the Studio after a couple of hours "GOOD MORNING OPPA!!!" Lisa being enthusiastic as ever, "Annyeong Oppa!" Jisoo greeting you with her pretty face, "Good Morning Oppa." Rosé greeted you with her expensive aussie accent.

"Where's Jennie unnie?" Lisa asked

"Jennie said she'll be sleeping at Rosie's apartment yesterday" Jisoo said

"Jennie unnie left early this morning to shoot a commercial of CK" Rosé answered Lisa's question.

"Ok girls lets start! We'll finish Rosé's part for now then Jisoo"

"Hwaiting! Rosie" Lisa encourages Rosie.

11:30AM. 3 hours after they started composing.

"Jennie unnie!" Lisa greeted the person who walked in the room. "Good Morning Everyone! sorry if im late, had a photoshoot for CK" Jennie said. "It's fine, you're just right on time. Its time for you rap part Jennie" you said as you avoid to look at her slutty face.

3:30PM. BREAK TIME

"Jennie Unnie there's a coffee shop nearby, wanna come with us?" Rosé asked Jennie, while Jennie is looking on her phone, "You guys go first, I'll catch up." Jennie said while still looking at her phone.

Rosé and the other members left the room, leaving you and Jennie in the studio. While you work on the beat of the new song, Jennie stood up from the couch and locked the door. "Oppa, shall we continue what we were doing earlier?" Jennie said in a seductive voice. Slowly walking towards you, Jennie takes off her clothes one by one leaving her bras and panties left, as she went near you, she whispered "Oppa, You can fuck my pussy now".

The next part is still In progress. Stay Tuned for more

#blackpink #jennie kim #jisoo #lisa manoban #rosé #jennie #jennie smut #bp jennie #bp rosé #bp lisa #bp jisoo #blackpink smut #smut

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gundamcalibarney · 8 months

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@standswap-september

a whole year can make a difference!

doing and posting this days in advanced since i wanted to do some newer art! Sorry for November Rain being nonexistent here 😔💥 I am a coward who didn’t want to guess around with colours with it 😭.

[ Bios ] :

Josiah Joestar (he/him, The Passion) - Diligent yet very tired this man will go at great lengths for his loved ones. A man from a well known family of mariners, though a bit rough around the edges due to his rather strict upbringing he’s a sweetie at heart, though he prefers to not get into conflict destiny pulls him towards it and he unfortunately takes part in one that involves him against his brother Dante.

He was then later pulled into stranger circumstances once he is pulled into trans-timelinear and universal situations and is thrown into a small rut when told that Dante has been stirring up messes for a while and that exploded into something like this? He just turned twenty two why is everyone jumping to calling him grandfather. He however, is not immune to sometimes joining in whatever nonsense that has brewed.

John Joestar (he/him, Hermit Purple) - Rambunctious and acid tongued this Joestar who’ll pull any dirty trick in the book if it means that he’ll get the upper hand, a prankster and not afraid to spit out any cutting remark regardless of situation, he's got good intentions he just so happens to be a bit of an ass about it. Unfortunately known for crashing planes.

While training to battle the Pillarmen to get stupid rings out of him (and not the marriage kind!) he was ambushed by his Hamon Coach who turned out to be mind controlled and swiftly after that he's brought into wacky stuff such as fighting ghosts and meeting himself as an old man!?

Josei Horojo (he/him, Star Platinum) - Peppy and with his heart on his sleeve the boy has passion and damn will he show it! He's what one would call the boy next door, his cheerful attitude and willingness to help others is usually bound to bring a few people in. Josei's a bit of a mama's boy and isn't afraid to show it as he'll go on a Journey if it means helping her get better!

While he and his gramps were on their way home after the battle with DANTE he is later approached by a man with a hat and later his revived yet mind controlled companions! In what is a convoluted plot to once again destroy the Joestar lineage he must gather the Corpse Parts and other Joestars to put an end to these multi-universal and timelinear escapades!

Joudai Higashikata (he/him, Crazy Diamond) - Anxious and on the shyer end of things he just wanted to play for his baseball team. Joudai tends to question Everything, he doesn't know what's going on he would Like to know what's going on! He cares deeply for people and wants to help people but he just doesn't know How and often needs to be instructed on what to do but he gets better in the long run once the hunt for felines ensue.

During this hunt, he gets into a brawl with his mind controlled friends Hachiro and Sada and after knocking Sada out of it he's pulled into more confusing shenanigans which involve More relatives he’s never heard about!?

Gioro Giotere (any pronouns, Gold Experience) - Cunning and sharp witted while he can't guarantee you're complete safety they'll make sure you make it out alive. Zey're very stand alone, it's a pragmatic kid to boot so she'll do whatever he needs to do to complete a task or get closer to a goal that xer companions don't fully know at the moment, he’s not at all fond of the concept of a puppet for he finds regular ones unnerving and people ones spineless.

After the defeat of Divino he encounters strange people who arrived at the colosseum for their assistance and it involves the gathering of their other family (which she was surprised to know that it had) to stop DANTE, the name strikes a bit of familiarity to him as xe has heard the name be said by their mother…perhaps it could potentially meet zer father and get a few answers.

Joaquina Rojoh (she/her, Stone Free) - Stoic and adamant on what she wants this young woman will prove her innocence for a crime she didn’t do. A good eye for design she’ll spot discrepancies and flaws within structures (whether it helps in getting out or because she felt a bit catty that day) with ease, once she gets more properly acquainted and befriends a few of the inmates and strays that sit around she develops a protective streak and a Ride or Die relationship with them.

After her father’s memory and Stand film were stolen by Wyatt K. Spade and the field begins to shift Plus admittedly a bit frazzled by the whole thing she’s then walked up to by her own old man and while she’s reassured he’s ok-wait what do you mean this is the Younger version of dad. And What do you MEAN Jesus’ corpse is mind controlling some of her gang.

José Joestar (he/him, TUSK) - Ambitious and ready to prove himself this horse rider from the Philippines is ready to rise above and get that cash prize. He’s a suave and loud man and knows how to use his words to get what he wants, though he tends not to show it since he prefers to have his bravado up in public whenever possible he does form tight emotional connections and cares for those he considers close such as fellow racer Rajul.

In a battle that costed Rajul’s life he mourned as he was about to square off against the equally mournful Stand user that wants to access dimensions to reunite with their family a muscular purple man suddenly appeared and somehow the parts of the

Joyara Higashikata (they/them, Soft & Wet) - Inquisitive and easygoing like their alternate universe counterpart they have little to no idea as to what’s going on though they’re somewhat less questioning about how things go about. They’re often curious about many things being an amnesiac that literally just woke up on the beachside, they’re as a result a bit nosy and 100% willing to pry into whatever to get as much info as they can especially if it’s their origins in question,

What would’ve been a day spent trying to pursue who they are two women proceed to ambush them and their crush partner in crime Koena this kid in a baseball cap with the saddest eyes they’ve ever seen jumps in with a burrito that smells holy and soon enough they and Koena are dragged into shenanigans that involve family, an identity crisis, oh and more confusion.

=⭐⭐⭐=

[ Ability Overview of the Stands ] :

Can't be Standswap without Stands so I'll go over them all briefly, they're all sentient or semi-sentient by default and they won't be as prose posed as the bios for the Joestars.

[ Now & Then ] - A Stand awakened by DANTE piercing himself with the arrow and considered Josiah's posthumous one. It's predominant ability is to watch over people within the Joestar family, it's most effective for those who are direct blood descendants of Josiah than it does for those adopted or married into the family, it does this within the mirror it resides.

Speculated to have a humanoid form but it has never denied or confirmed these.

[ Wayward Son ] - The Stand of Josei Horojo, at first its main and at the time assumed sole ability is to punch stuff really hard however one too many incidents later and in the fight with DANTE it reveals it has the ability to slow time, it can do this for a maximum of seven seconds and is physically demanding for th euser.

[ Daytripper ] - The Stand of John Joestar, it has the ability to store things within a small subspace, effectively making it a hammer space of sorts. It has a limit to how big and how much it can store within it.

[ When Doves Cry ] - The Stand of Joudai Higashikata, this purple pompadoured Stand can change the material of the object it targets though for convenience it often chooses to use metals, it has the potential to change the material to something besides metal.

[ Endorphin Machine ] - The Stand of Gioro Giotere, it has the power to speed or slow down the growth process of most things and the ability improves along with Gioro’s skill level. Once stabbed with the Requiem Arrow it can fully control the physical maturation process such as the aforementioned speed and slow but also reversing and full stopping.

[ Little Wing ] - The Stand of Joaquina Rojoh, it can turn any material into a string like material though the speed at which it can do such depends on what material wishes to turn into string, she’s able to reconstruct and in some cases reshape them, she is able to do it on her own body however tends to do this somewhat sparsely as Joaquina says the actual sensation is…not that good.

[ Tango in the Night ] - The Stand of José Joestar, an ACT Stand that grows alongside him in skill to harness the Spin. At first allowing José to minorly manipulate small objects to being able to being able to bend dimensions to its will whenever the drive is reached. Rajul is both impressed and frankly terrified at this escalation of power.

[ Queenie Eye ] - The Stand of Joyara Higashikata, a Stand with the ability to fuse two objects together and a Stand that one Toyo Santos keeps a keen eye one. As of right now its power can only work on inanimate objects though Toyo suspects that it might grow as time passes.

#daryl draws #jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure #jjba mothswap #standswap #standswap september 2023 #jjba the passion #jjba jonathan’s stand #jjba hermit purple #jjba star platinum #jjba crazy diamond #jjba gold experience #jjba stone free #jjba tusk #jjba soft & wet #everyone’s got minor tweaks since i first designed them #José’s the most consistent surprisingly enough #HMMMM CAN YOU TELL THAT I HAVE NOT READ PARTS 7 AND 8 AND IS USING SECOND HAND KNOWLEDGE AND JOJOWIKI

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sparingiscaring · 7 months

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For A Secret

Part of the @fallenlondonficswap!

For the General Swap, for @neathyingenue and for @thedandy-detective

I liked the ideas of incorporating cat-catching between a Normal Child and a Very Prissy Kitty, and realized. Oh. I co-own cat just like that with one VERY dandy Detective. Hope you both enjoy!

General : Cats, Urchins, Cat-Catching, Baxter Berkeley (Briefly)

(1968 Words) | AO3 Link

In the outskirts of London, far above the dirty-stained streets of London, an immaculate, perfect creature sat proudly upon her throne, staring down at passerbys with a well-deserved sense of superiority. The Queenly Kitten was royalty, after all, and it was in her blood to sit here, high above the peasant-humans that walked below.

It was tradition to laud herself above the denizens of this wretched city during her bathing time, to lazily listen in on their nonsense-arguments, their love-tyrsts, their shameless physical brawls, all while lapping idly at the glossy fur of her paw. It was entertaining to hear what so concerned those humans so far below, so ignorant to the perfect creature that shone above them like the brightest of False-Stars, like naïve children.

The Kitten purred as she rolled onto her back, burying herself deeper in the cushions of her window-box throne as she licked at a lacre-white leg that stretched towards the sky, that rolling sound emanating from deep within her fluff-hidden chest. She takes great pride in her purrs – no one could force them from her, without giving her proper due.

The Man who lived in the Rooftop Shack, the building her throne attached to, was, unfortunately, currently the only human who treated her with any of the respect she deserved. And so much disrespect that it hardly even mattered!! Her paws instinctively went to her neck, pushing up on the collar, although not truly trying to remove it. The concept of a collar was fine, but this one? One of such poor quality, without even a diamond to show her true value?! And not even the decency to leave the place for a name blank, when the Man had inflicted her with such a humiliating one?

That collar, that name, why she refused to use his own name, ever. Not until he respected her enough to grace her with a proper name.

Rolling again in her cushion-lined box, the Queenly Kitten settled to a rest on her side, stretching out, as if to take up the whole of her bed place. Her perfect jaw opened in a yawn, needle-like teeth glinting in the light of the False-Stars – she was tired, and one so great as her must have her beauty sleep! She wriggled once more, letting her eyes close as she readies herself for sleep. Perhaps the Man would be home then, and have dinner ready for her, by the time she awoke from her nap…

Perhaps she’d even let him pet her, if he washed the dirt from his hands first…

The Queenly Kitten is on the edge of sleep, the first rays of warm light and pampering hands reaching for, when she’s torn from her slumber by a pair of real hands, hands covered with a layer of grit and grime that instantly pulls the Kitten into a screaming yowl! She’s been pulled from her throne! She’s been pulled into the air by the scruff of her neck! UNHAND HER!

“Unhand me!” The Kitten screeches, clawing wildly at the air with the ferocity of a wild beast, all of her perfectly-groomed fur now standing on edge, turning her into a spikey, spitting mess of fluff and rage! However, it’s the fault of her biology that lets none of her murderous blows land, that lets her kitnapper live on – she cannot reach the back of her neck to land a blow! “Unhand me now!”

“In a minute!” It was an unfamiliar voice, childlike and girlish, and the Kitten instinctively bristles further! Not even the Man, or one of his circle of friends! A Stranger had her! A Strange Child!

Unceremoniously, the Kitten feels herself spun around in the air, legs rabbit-kicking uselessly at nothing, as her kidnapper comes into view. An Urchin! A grubby human, holding royalty in her hand like a common street-cat, holding a forgotten fishing pole in her other hand, down at her side. The human is a kitten herself, wide, reflective eyes set in her round face.

The Child grins, her teeth far flatter than the Kitten’s, but all the bigger. A fearsome predator in her own right. “You gotta give me my secret, first!” The Child says, dropping her fishing pole completely, reaching forward, and…

Petting her! Petting the Perfect, Pure, Queenly Kitten, with her soot-smeared hand! Grit! Grime! Muck! The Kitten yowled out pathetically again, so debased by the action!

“No! No, nothing! Nothing for you! I will give you nothing!” Secret?! A SECRET?! Extortion! Extortion!!

“That’s not how this works!” The Girl said cheerily, sitting down against the home of the Man, shifting to hold the wriggling Kitten underneath her armpits. “You’re s’posed to give me a secret for catching you! That’s how cat-catching works!” The Child says it with a knowledgeable superiority, and a fitting, know-it-all grin. “Everybody knows that! Even the baby cats!”

The Child purses her lips, spinning the Kitten around again, examining her from the sides. Pristine white fluff, all marked with grubby fingerprints. The horror! The Audacity of it all! But the Child does not seem to understand the gravity of this situation, instead letting out a giggle. A giggle!

“You don’t even have the excuse of bein’ a baby cat! So, c’mon, give me the secret!”

The Kitten opens her mouth as wide as it will go, and lets out a hiss, her hair prickling up against the Child’s skin. “I will do no such thing! I am not some street cat to be caught!” She’d heard of this game – catch a cat, and it’ll tell you it’s secret, in return for being let go. A barbaric practice! And on the Queenly Kitten had thought she’d never experience firsthand, being so far above it all…

Eyes narrowed, and another hiss escaped the Kitten’s maw. Of course some little human kitten had been the one to find her! And to catch her napping! The indignity of it all! “I am a proper housecat! Now let me go, before I must take drastic measures!”

The Child blinked. Her pupils are so big, so dark and reflective, that the Kitten can see her own reflection in them. “You’re still a cat, though.” The Child observes astutely, touching the tip of the cat’s triagular ear to prove its reality – the Kitten flicks it away before it even make contact. “Or at least, close ‘nough.” She thought on it for a moment, then shrugged. “So, secret? Or else I’ll have to get you a leash, until you do, and I dunno know to make a leash. Or maybe I can put you in m’ pocket, and carry you around, until you tell-”

“What’s going on here?”

THE MAN! He had returned, he had returned, he had returned from… from… job, maybe? Did he even have a job? Was the Queenly Kitten living with a mooch?

IT DIDN’T MATTER! HE WAS BACK!

“Please help!” She yowled out in distress, squirming anew! “Save me!”

The Man looked confused, as he always did! But before the Kitten could please for safety, the Child clasped a grubby hand over her muzzle, pulling the kitten to her lap. Why was a human kit so strong?!

“Is this your kitty?” The little girl asked, staring up at the Man with a big grin. “I’m s’posed to be stealing people’s hats ‘n things, but I wanna play with her instead! Can I, pleeeeeeeeease?”

The Man shrugged, not a care in the world. “Alright. Fluffles, don’t bite her.”

And then he walked into his home, and closed the door.

For her part, the Queenly Kitten was too shocked at her utter mistreatment to even bite the Child. Limp, like a wet weasel, in the child’s grip, as the hand was removed from her muzzle, and took to petting the soft fluff of the furball.

“Your name is Fluffles?” The Child asked, her nose crinkling up with a withheld giggle! One hand went to the collar, but what for..?

Oh no.

The Full Name.

The Kitten rocketed out of the girl’s hands, but it was too late. She had seen. And the laughter…

“Miss Fluffles Truffles?!” The girl asked, her face going red as she struggled to breathe from laughing. “ Like Fluffy? And Truffles?! Like the things pigs find?! You’ve got a piggy name! Piggy kitty! Piggy Kitty!!”

This, the Kitten realized, is what Devils looked like as kits.

Even though she was free, there was no reason to run. Not anymore. The Queenly Kitten’s life was positively ruined, and there was no coming back from this embarrassment. Her fur was dirty and sticking up at all angles, her name was being belted out to any that could hear it in fits of side-clutching laughter, and this child had called her… called her a pig. Swine.

But… she was the Queenly Kitten after all. She was better than that child. Better than her owner. Better than everyone. This was a problem, yes, but one as immaculate as her would not falter at such a challenge!

The Queenly Kitten sat down a few feet away from the child, and gave herself a quick once-over with her tongue, smoothing down errant spikes, and taking off as much of the dirt and grime as she could easily reach, taking particular care to smooth down her cheeks with a well-placed flick of her paw. She was better than this! She was perfect!

Chest fur puffed out as the Kitten straightened her posture, rising to stand proud, like the tigers of the Elder Continent she’d heard street-cats gossip about, like the great lions that roamed every speck of land of the surface above (probably)!

Her footwork was precise, even, and perfect, as she stalked back to the Child, still up against that wall, still laughing like a fool.

“It’s not a very good secret if you yell it.” She said with supreme authority, turning her muzzle up at the ill-made attempt at secret-keeping. “For one so knowledgeable on cat-catching, you’re rather terrible at it.” No one could prove she’d not intended to share it! It was genius. Brilliant. Just like her.

“That’s no secret! It’s right on your collar!”

Oh. That wasn’t grand.

The Kitten settled back onto her haunches again, another flurry of licks to her chest to smooth the natural-fluffing of it at such a challenge to her dignity and honor. She would be composed! She would be composed, and prove her lie, and leave this child humiliated! She would reign supreme! The Queenly Kitten would win, and avenge the loss of her respect in this strange kit’s eyes!

“You know the rules,” The Kitten chastises, her perfect tail flicking in time behind her head, left, right, left, right. Like a metronome, one used by a proper musician! An artiste, just like her! (Or so the Man said, when she’d drag whatever food she’d been given all over the kitchen.) “Catch a cat, and in exchange for their secret, you let them go. I just happened to be clever enough to put my secret in the perfect place, so only those who catch me see it!”

The tail flicked out to the left and did not move. “Now, off you go, child! I have a nap to get to, you know!” Irritation rose into her formerly-composed voice, a clear strain that bled into a hiss. “Continue your thievery of the people below in peace, and perhaps I’ll refrain of clawing you the next time dare cross my path.”

Perfect. It’s going perfect. The Kitten raises a paw to her mouth, and licks the underside, flexing her claws in a display of dominance, just as she always was meant to.

Instead of yowling, this time she just sighed at the Child scruffed her, one more dangling helplessly from a grubby hand.

“That secret’s dumb. Gimme another.”

#fallen london #dame's writing #fanfic #miss fluffles truffles berkeley-corbyn #my wretched little girl

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self-spaghettification · 9 months

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i just wrote almost 2k words of nonsense but i can’t decide where im going wjth it should claudia and viren try to help aaravos get out or go on a side quest to try the 7 cakes of xadia

(this is basically unedited lowercase nonsense and i haven’t properly written stories in several years so bear with me)

uhh lets call it

A Monster in the Light

the last thing viren remembered, the moon was rising on his inevitable death while he curled into a ball and tried to convince himself it would be ok, as he fell into the sleep he knew would be his last. yet, now, as he awoke, he felt those same sands, now heated, and light against his closed eyes, impossibly.

hot sun beat down. it had risen. and viren. he looked at his hands. felt his pulse. surveyed the beach. he was still alive. but.. how?

“the sun will rise… and you will not.”

viren thought back to claudia diving into the ocean in a panic to find aaravos’s prison, how aaravos had borrowed his consciousness to tell him that claudia was more powerful and had to win, how aaravos had somehow slightly posessed or guided viren’s hands to kill their freaky blood magic child, that star butterfly homonculus. was that planned all along, and he was a pawn in aaravos’s plans all along? viren shivered. he was right to let aaravos go, to get him out of his mind before it was too late. but was it too late? he was supposed to die, after all. he was supposed to die. and yet, here he was, thoughts racing through his head like little silvery fish in a stream.

the sun had risen. and he had been fine.

he sat up, blinking in the bright light. from beyond the beach, at the edge of the treeline, claudia was coming out of the forest, limping, accompanied by terry. it looked like there was something wrong with her leg, but it was hard to tell from this distance. viren stood up and walked over to meet them halfway, sir sparklepuff bounding over to join viren and squeal excitedly while embracing him, spitting out goo onto his face in the process. viren reluctantly embraced the creature back, trying to not be too icked out by what had splattered on his cheek, eyes and beard. he wanted to try to embrace the butterfly homonculus more, now that he had taken a stand for it. for no longer taking a dark path, that is. and he was still reeling from the fact that it was his and aaravos’s freaky blood magic child raised only for the purpose of sacrifice, only to look human enough to count as a child, but not human enough to be taboo to sacrifice. it was cold, and calculating, and sickening, how it seemed like something viren would have done once upon a time too, with all his double standards for saving his family. it was not too late to turn that around. “it’s not too late for you now. if a dark mage could be redeemed.. could be repurposed, so could you, you… strange thing.”

“not too late for you,” the homonculus echoed.

viren chuckled humorlessly. “well, we’ll see about that, young one.

“dad!! you’re okay!! but how?”

claudia was now close enough her hoarse and worried voice reached viren’s ears. she was close enough viren could see that her lower leg had been replaced by a sturdy stick, and viren had to gasp. “claudia… your leg. what happened?”

one look at claudia & terry’s faces told viren something had gone very wrong in their attempt to free aaravos. after everything aaravos had said—how he’d promised claudia he’d save viren’s life permanently, how she was powerful enough to free aaravos, how viren was supposed to die after 30 days- and yet the evidence to the contrary was standing before them. so it’d all been a lie then?

claudia set her face, disappointed, barely able to meet viren’s eyes. “i’m sorry dad. i… failed you.” terry looked concerned and put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

failed him? in freeing aaravos? viren could almost laugh. he was more afraid of what would happen if she succeeded. if she had continued down this dark path he had led his daughter down, into aaravos’s hands as well. at this point, his concern and love for his daughter overwhelmed over any other emotion. he rushed to embrace her in a tight and comforting hug. “it’s alright, claudia. i’m glad you’re ok.”

for a moment, they just soaked in the contact, being okay for once, not fighting and sacrificing so much, for just a moment, they were just a father and daughter, just family embracing.

then claudia’s grip got tighter.

she whined, “but if not for that meddling elf, i would have freed aaravos! i would have saved you! i swear, if i get my hands on her, she’ll pay.” she growled menacingly, and even terry looked a little afraid—he looked at her like that more often these days.

“do not fret. i will still find a way to be freed,” a pale purple phantom of aaravos flickered back into sight with a smirk.

viren narrowed his eyes and frowned. “i told you to leave me alone.”

“as you wish.” he bowed and vanished.

claudia frowned and pulled away. “who are you talking to?”

viren sighed and looked away. “n-nothing. no one. don’t worry about it.”

“but i am worried, dad! you were dead, i had to save you, you were in a coma, i had to carry you, you were catatonic, i had to try to make you respond, i’ve done so much to keep you with me, can’t you please tell me what’s going on now?”

viren sighed a long sigh. “you’re right. i’m sorry, claudia.

fine. it’s… aaravos. his illusion.”

claudia and terry were both taken aback.

“you can still talk to him?” terry asked.

“knowing that sure would have come in handy earlier while trying to get here…” claudia grumbled under her breath.

“no, no, it’s only been now. here, apparently. while we are at ‘the cusp of eachother’s worlds.’” viren grumbled the last part in air quotes, wondering why every interaction aaravos had with him had to be so inexplicably flirty.

“cusp of eachother’s worlds..” claudia paused to ponder. “that must mean the pearl is still close by, though. and the princes and that.. elf. it means it’s not too late to get it back, to free aaravos!”

“er, i’m not so sure that’s still a good idea, clauds.” terry interjected. “after you lost your leg and everything.. are you sure you want to risk that again?”

claudia bristled. “i mean, of course i can take them on and teach them a lesson.“

“of course of course, i know you can, babe, you’re amazing. i just mean.. do you still need to? now that your dad’s okay?” “oh yeaah. how are you ok, dad?” she squinted.

“i’m.. not sure.” viren scratched his neck.

“huh...aaravos told me the spell wasn’t permanent. that on the 30th day you would die. but you’re here. i don’t understand? he said he was telling the truth. and startouch elves.. they have to tell the truth, don’t they, dad?”

viren shrugged, as he had not, in fact, known this. it seemed claudia knew more about aaravos and startouch kind than even he did. he supposed 2 years of bonding time trying to revive a dead man would do that to you.

“i mean yes. they have to! so…maybe.. he saved you already, talked to you about the spell through that, that illusion?” claudia asked. “without me needing to free him?” she finished under her breath, the sense of betrayal by aaravos clear.

“…well, yes. but no, he didn’t save me. i didn’t do it. i couldn’t. i should be dead right now.“ the last part didn’t need to be said. he was here, regardless. viren raised his hands up and looked at his palms, well and working.

“this doesn’t make any sense. he played us? he lied?”

“he had to be lying. i don’t understand it any better than you claudia, but it’s the only explanation that makes any sense. he was never to be trusted. he just preys on the desperate. i was desperate for power, and you were desperate to save me. but never again. don’t you see? we don’t have to do dark magic. we don’t have to free aaravos. we can let go of all that now. we can be a family again.”

in the silence that ensued, viren offered again, “we could see the sights, try the.. seven cakes of xadia?”

throughout viren’s spiel, he watched a myriad of emotions flow across claudia’s face.

betrayal, confusion, betrayal again, pain, incredulity, and then resolve.

“no, dad. i can’t. i’m sorry.” she looked away, sadness now playing out across her face, pensively watching waves wash onto the beach, bringing debris and washing it back, endlessly removing what little structures or poor little things things that might have momentarily stabilized itself on those sands. just like humanity, forever belittled by the supposedly greater magical creatures of xadia. it was never fair. “it may be okay for us as a family, but what about everyone else who’s suffering, what about the powerless humans facing cruelty by some bigoted dragons and elves? even if he lied…aaravos may have been lying about the spell, but i think his motives were true. i understand why he wants to change things, to give us the power back. we need a brighter future to humanity. don’t you see, dad? we still have to try.”

viren’s heart broke hearing the rhetoric he once believed in, that aaravos used against him to get him to conquer xadia and accrue needless power and violence, those same words echoed back to him by his own daughter. he didn’t even know what to say.

“claudia, this isn’t right. this bright future.. think about all the terrible things you would have to do to create that. think about what you have already done just to save me, to get us this far. please, don’t do this, my daughter.”

claudia looked unfazed.

viren paused, reflecting. this whole time, he had chased after a dream, hurting those he loved most in the process, making them believe they had to do the same, or to leave them. he had been a terrible father, hadn’t he? and this whole time… “i spent my life believing i didn’t have a choice, and i did so many terrible things to gain power, and i even led you on this path too, and i am sorry, claudia. but now i know there is always a choice. it is never too late to turn back. so please, claudia. you have to stop. before it’s too late. like..” viren let the facade fade away, let the awful dark magic scars show. “like it is for me.”

the corruption made him ugly to look upon, and he knew it. they sunk his eyes into dark hollows, streaked his skin with wrinkles and his hair with white, made him look like a monster as much as feel like one.

it was silent, then. waves crashing against the beach. birdsong in the trees. the quiet fidgeting of terry.

“that’s why.. i didn’t do the spell.“ he was done with dark magic, with all of it. “i know, i am a monster. and if the most noble thing i can do now is die, then… so be it.” viren sighed, his shoulders slumping. he felt like crumpling. like sobbing. he thought of everyone that had left. harrow. lissa. soren. even k’ppar. they were right to, in the end. he never deserved them.

“oh dad..” claudia rushed forward and hugged him tightly, crying a bit too. “don’t say that. you are not a monster. you’re my dad. and you’re still here. doesn’t that mean you deserve a fighting chance?”

#my writing #its 4 am and this came out of my fingers spontaneously after binging half of good omens idk guys #taking inspirstion from other ppl and theories ofc #where do i go with it next #lmfao #the dragon prince #tdp s5 continuation #viren #claudia #terrestrius #mage fam #self spaghettification

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Apparently it's arospec awareness week and I wanna write something about Alastor for it but I can't think of anything and it's driving me CRAZY

LET ME WRITE THE FUNNY RADIO MAN BRAIN

#star spitting her nonsense #tw italics #tw caps #aromantic #aro spectrum #aro awareness week #as someone who is arospec i'm really excited about this week and wanna write something that like lowkey illustrates my experiences #especially as being demiromantic and all the funkiness that brings #but like I NEED A PLOTLINE UGH #hazbine hotel #alastor the radio demon #alastor #radio demon #<- i have no idea how i wanna tag this man LMAO

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averagedeadinsomniac · 2 years

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ᴄʜᴇᴍɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴏɴᴅᴇᴅ

|𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐳 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫|

This will more than likely be a Rick Sanchez story x reader. I will replace the usual y/n with the name Echo just to make life easier and be more connected with the reader. Reader doesn't a specified gender but I will make them either agender or genderfluid. This story will go along the usual series and episodes of rick and morty show but maybe a few of my own episodes to keep things spicy and Make sure the readers story is explained. I can't believe I love the old ass man that wouldn't even spit in my direction like… ANYWAY… enjoy my pretties!

EPISODE-1 PILOT| Pt.1 pt-1|pt-2|pt-3|pt-4

Rick was drunk...Again

He had been binge drinking again all night while working on a project of his in the garage while Echo watched him from their hammock work away and listen to his drunken nonsensical fumblings. He had been tinkering a hover craft for a couple of hours by the looks of things. Art first you didn't know why Rick gave you a hammock at the beginning when you first moved in because it wasn't like you really needed sleep. Sometime you did go into this type of hibernation mode where you would sleep for a week or two but it didn't usually surpass that. But it was pretty cosy and they felt comfortable being close to him since when he did sleep he just slept in his self made in the garage. They just had the urge to watch over this little family of his to make sure everything was sound and no enemy's of theirs and his somehow found them in a vulnerable state.

Rick had stumbled off to Morty room occasionally bumping into walls to go fetch Morty. He was planing on killing everyone in this world or something, I don't know. Echo wasn't really paying attention that much nor did she really care. He got like this when he was drunk as well as clingy and emotional. Once he left Echo had curled up again in the hammock dozing a bit. They had already gotten dressed earlier knowing that she would come along with the two wether they liked it or not. It was simple really just a lab coat with shorter sleeves, gloves, boots, ripped jeans and goggles they liked to wear in case.

They heard Rick dragging Morty along with Morty complaining about how he was gripping him to hard or it was 2am in the morning. He dragged Morty in by his ankle and making him climb into the ufo shaped craft and Echo settled in the back making herself comfortable while the two sat in front.

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|SMALL TIME SKIP|

The stars were out and the moon help high as it did any other night. They craft flew nearly silently in the air as they past over the city. Rick steered the ship. Morty sat looking bored and still tired while Echo closed her eyes still awake. "What do you-- what do you think of this flying vehicle, Morty? Built it outta stuff from the garage." Rick occasionally burped and slurred his speech. "Yeah Rick it's-- it's great. Is this the surprise?" Morty asked already looking bored from Ricks antics. "Morty, I had too-- I had to do-- I had ta-- I had to make a bomb, Morty. I had to create a bomb." Morty looked around panicked "WHAT?! A BOMB?"

"We're gonna drop it down there-- and Echo agrees--jus get a whole' fresh start Morty, c-c-create a whole fresh start" He fumbled over himself spilling his alcohol over everything. "T-T-T-Thats absolutely crazy! Echo how did you agree to this?!"He looked hopelessly to Echo kept still and still didn't care because they themself were to detached to give a damn. "Mhmf" They mumbled keeping their eyes closed. "C'mon Morty, take it easy. It's gonna be good. Right now we're gonna pick up your little friend Jessica"

"Jessica? From my math class?" "When I drop the bomb, I don'y--you know, I want you to have someone, you know- I-I want you to have the thing-- I' gonna make it like the new Adam and Eve, and you're gonna be Adam, and Jessicas going to be Eve." "Surprise Morty I guess." Echo said from the back seat wobbling a bit. "You can't! Jessica doesn't even know I exist! But-- But-- But forget about that! Because you can't blow up humanity!" He stumbled on his words.

"I-I get what you're trying to say, M-Morty. Listen, I'm not--you don't-- y-y-you don't got to worry about me trying to fool around with-- with Jessica or mess around with Jessica or anything. I'm-- I'm not that kind of guy, Morty." "What are you talking about?!" "You-- you-- you don't have to worry about me getting with Jessica or anything Morty. Sh-- She-- She's all for you Morty."

"I don't care about Jessica!" Rick threw the empty bottle behind himself. "You know what Morty, you're right. .Let's forget the girl all together. S-Shes probably nothing but trouble anyway" Rick pushed a button on the panel of the ship making it sound,

ARMING NEUTRINO BOMB

Opps so he was actually planing on actually killing everyone. Morty quickly unbuckled himself getting up "That's it-- Thats it Rick! I'm taking the wheel!" Morty jumped on on him grabbing at the wheel while Rick tried to push Morty off of him. They fought for a bit until Rick finally agreed to not end humankind today. "Fine, fine, fine! I'll land, I'll land. I'll land the thing. Jeeze, big tough guy all of the sudden."

Rick landed nearby in a desert just off of town to dispose of the bomb. Rick opened the door making bottle and himself tumble out. He grabbed onto Echo making her trip and fall on top of him making them both let out a small grunt. Morty crawled out after them looking at them "You know what Morty? That was all a test, Morty. Just an elaborate test to make you more assertive." Rick motioned. "It was?" "Sure why not. I don't know" Rick reached in his coat for his flash to have another drink but fell asleep grabbing onto Echo.

NEUTRINO BOMB ARMED

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#rick and morty #x reader #oc #rick sanchez #morty smith #morty #rick sanchez x reader #rick and morty x reader

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petricakegames · 2 years

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Play This: Vespertines

Play This is a place for me to tell you about games or game demos that I love and want everyone to play! Right. Now.

Vespertines is an urban fantasy/romance interactive fiction about demons and found family. You play as a human working at a bar for demons, getting to know your customers and collecting their stories. Play the demo!

What first attracted me to this game as I browsed through the interactive fiction tag on itch was the banner art. It's dynamic--the color palette is sumptuous, excellent composition, killer style and a person engaging in the oft-taboo act of smoking. (I adore cigarettes, aesthetically and actually. If they didn't destroy my meatsack I'd engage them like a hobby. Fictional characters aren't burdened meatsacks. Smoke 'em if ya got 'em!)

"But Laurie," the fictional audience in my head says. "Isn't this a text-based IF game? What does great art have to do with anything?" And to that I tip my sunglasses down my nose, light a fictional cigarette and say, "Vibes."

This game has a great start, setting the player in a clear time and place that guides, but does not stifle, the imagination. You play as a fully customizable PC on the run from a nebulous past. Details unfold in this story gently and enticingly, inviting you to invest more of your imagination in exchange for a rich story. A fair trade.

"Skyscrapers loom like cold cliffs around you, riddled with fluorescence, hemming you in and stealing real-estate from the stars." *chef kiss*

This was the first IF game I played that allowed for gender-selectable ROs. I wasn't sure how I felt about the concept at first--I worried that it would affect the authenticity of the characters if they weren't written with a specific gender lens in mind. Then, the more I thought about my thoughts, it seemed like they were generated by some old, baked-in terfy nonsense from my conservative upbringing. The customization empowers the player to have more control over their experience of the narrative and further invest themselves in the story. That's a positive for everyone.

Vespertines allows for what I think of as "personality tone" for the playable character. There's a couple of binary gauges to help give you a sense of the mechanics being checked in-game. I'm really enjoying these games that let me play as a softer, more vulnerable character. When I was younger, all I wanted were characters that were bad-ass, take on the world, chew their problems and spit them at their enemies type of heroes. I wanted to play as someone confident and disgustingly capable because I wanted to believe I could be those things. Lately, I find myself drawn to characters that have space to feel, that are frightened because the world is frightening, that can cry and still face the challenge ahead of them because I want to believe I can be those things. And I love Vespertines because in my heart there's a frightened girl waiting for the monsters to save her from humanity.

(Edit: I forgot to talk about another thing I loved. I got to be a vegetarian in the game. <3 Little ties to my real life add such specialness to a game)

Chapter One is available now and the game is actively being developed. Play the demo and tell me how much you love it! There are some content warnings for the game--please treat yourself with care if you choose to engage. Thank you for letting me ramble about a thing I love 🥰

#vespertines #other games #interactive fiction #play this #game req

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glenngaylord · 7 months

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Bloody Good - Film Review: Bottoms: ★★★★

For me, anything remotely socially redeeming has always felt like the death knell for comedies. Whenever Hollywood has a lesson to teach me, I would prefer to skip school, thank you very much. I like my teenage movie heroes dazed, confused, and taking days off if they want to make me laugh. Well thank goodness Emma Seligman and Rachel Sennott got the memo, because their new film, Bottoms, aims gorgeously, deliriously, perfectly low and hits a bullseye. Think Porky’s meets Fight Club only with horny lesbians lusting through those shower peepholes and kicking serious ass. Oh, and did I mention, it’s hilarious?

Seligman’s feature debut, Shiva Baby, which starred Sennott, skillfully showcased their abilities to sustain a claustrophobic, nervous energy over its 77 minute runtime. Working together again, this time co-writing the screenplay, they’ve tackled a completely different tone, opting for an over-the-top sensibility yet with two very grounded characters at the center of it all. PJ (Sennott) and Josie (The Bear standout Ayo Edebiri) play two outcast high school seniors who start an all-female fight club as a front for losing their virginity to a pair of hot cheerleaders. They also want to improve their station at school. Improving things with violence! What could go wrong?!

PJ’s messy, a bit of a braggart, overly confident, and let’s face it, kind of an asshole, while Josie stays crushingly in a low self-esteem deadpan space. Sennott and Edebiri, who in real life, along with Seligman, met in college, have such a vivid chemistry, they make this outrageous premise feel strangely purposeful and with real emotional stakes. That’s no easy feat when the film is so completely bonkers.

Imagine a high school in which the football players wear their uniforms to class, or that has a P.A. system blaring humiliations no Board Of Education would ever allow. Into this fray we have our heroines who concoct a fake murderous backstory. They claim they did time in juvenile hall in order to lead their self-defense workshops and enlist a teacher, Mr G. (the scene-stealing Marshawn Lynch) to barely serve as an adult supervisor. Next they invite as many girls as they can for some truly bloody hand-to-hand combat, roping in their true targets, Brittany (Kaia Gerber) for PJ and Isabel (Havana Rose Liu) for Josie. The latter has an on again/off again relationship with the horribly douchey quarterback Jeff (Red, White & Royal Blue breakout star Nicholas Galitzine), but it’s not a stretch to see that Josie’s the better choice. Galitzine is a comic wonder in the role, leaping off the screen, using his elastic facial expression and loose body language to create a sensational villain. This actor has quite a range. Same goes for Miles Fowler as his overly protective BFF Tim. They’re two of the gayest straight characters I’ve seen onscreen in a long time, perhaps a nod to the gay football players from Heathers. Out SNL regular Punkie Johnson also contributes a funny scene about the insane lore of the rival football team. Ruby Cruz and Summer Joy Campbell also shine as standout members of the fight club with emotions dangerously close to the surface.

Seligman and Sennott pile on so many details about past traumas, who’s lusting after who, player allergies, and opposing team threats that it’s easy to dismiss the film as sheer nonsense. To that I say, it proudly wears that on its blood-soaked sleeves. This remains especially true during the insane third act when the filmmakers go for broke and attempt South Park levels of violence and conflict. Our main characters learn absolutely nothing, or at least kick that can down the road for another day. Their reaction to all that has come before, in fact, that usual moment in most films where someone learns a valuable lesson, earned the biggest spit-take laugh from me. Seligman has outdone herself for her sophomore effort going from twitchy indie to a comedy I’ll be watching over and over again for years to come. Likewise, Sennott and Edebiri make for a powerhouse comedy team because you want to lean in and eavesdrop while simultaneously shielding your eyes from their oh-so-wrongdoings. Give these bottoms all the power.

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supportivecircle · 1 year

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dnd scam camping structure (content, that’s a joke for con-tent)

i dont have much more sonic dnd nonsense to share but i figure i might as well upload some of the other stuff i’ve been doing for my dnd campaigns. i use a pngtuber program in our group calls to have a virtual avatar for my characters. i started doing this back in i think october of 2021 with my aberrant mind sorcerer lepori: Kokoyo Tipaya.

she has basically three emotional states: normal, seen above. serious, for when on a mission. and her mask over her face, for doing psychic mind dives on people. each state also comes with a “mentally communicating” state with extra purple/blue star effects all over because she has telepathy. for those who don’t know Veadotube (the program I use), you can basically assign an image for when you aren’t talking, and one for when you are. so when im not talking kokoyo (or my druid xoqotea) has their mouth closed, when i talk it swaps to the image of the mouth open. i also made blink variants because there is an option for blinking with mouth closed and blinking with mouth open. xoqotea also has about three or four states: normal, sarcastic/unimpressed, worried, and battle. using my streaming software i can use my scene as a virtual webcam in discord, so whenever i talk my character pops active. its very neat. my upcoming characters have far more going on. i went all in on them. they will both have 9 states for each number on the keypad. the wizard is already fully completed and i’ll probably put together a bunch of gifs for her later, and the SCP-Campaign cleric only has two states done. i also looked up a tutorial for making a gif in clip studio JUST FOR THIS so be GRATEFUL. i could have used a gif maker online but i didnt want a nasty watermark. now enjoy a collection of various images from our campaign. for reference: our campaign has my bunny, a bard named Svetlina, a fighter/barbarian named Armor King who looks like Armor King and has a dire jaguar or a dire cat i forget (later replaced with a ghoul druid named Tacitus), and a warlock cowboy tiefling named Andromalius.

one of the first drawings when i decided to give her proficiency in a switch bass (a bass guitar that collapses in size for convenience).

i got a bard to sing a Hildegard Von Blingin song

we had to sneak through a cave of giant monkeys and creepy critters. the clapping cheeks wasn’t canon though. nor was casting Sending to her fiance. although she did have me do that often because i am the group’s psychic telephone.

the player of the bard says some weird shit some times that makes us all WeirdChamp like wanting to spit on an unconscious villain and use prestidigitation to make him smell like piss for six seconds.

i’ve got a bunch more of these to share but i’ll spread the rest out over different posts. who knows. they could go VIRAL like V/H/S VIRAL, but in a good way not like that movie which was imo the worst in the series.

#dnd #d&d #dungeons and dragons #dungeons & dragons #dnd character #d&d character #virtual avatar #pngtuber #repurposing pngtuber tech for dnd webcam #aberrant mind sorcerer #lepori #bard #dnd moments

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cryptidinspace · 11 months

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Dangerous Waters, Ch 4

No vore in this chapter, sorry, just discussions of it ;-;

“Welcome, students, to Oceans United’s opening ceremony…year one.” The old merman on stage gave the restless crowd a lazy grin. He didn’t seem especially touched by his own school’s first year in business. Presumably, he was the guy in charge…he had a sash with “Principal” written on it.

In the midst of the crowd, Sol gazed blankly into the ceiling. He was only halfway listening, and halfway mapping out the room in his head. Sea monsters had been seated in the back, mermaids on the right, and sirens on the left. On one side, a young siren with a strange hairdo picked at her nails. On his other, that worried teacher from their journey here was rubbing his eyes. Sol idly tried to recall his name, and gave up after a few seconds.

None of this mattered, really. The reasoning behind the school’s creation, the confusing governments acts behind it all, the probably-false sob stories. Sol was only there for vengeance. If he could just send a spear through the culprit's heart…

In truth, there was almost no chance of them being here. But such thoughts had been buried at the very start of this venture.

“-Enclosed in your welcome package, you’ll find our class schedule, as well as our rules of conduct-” That old fart was still talking. Out of sheer boredom, Sol opened the booklet. He had no intention to actually attend his classes, or sleep in the dorm rooms. The subjects looked pretty basic anyway…this place was certainly not meant to foster academic excellence.

On the other side of the auditorium, Irridessed scowled at her booklet, brow twisted in confusion. Her heart was slowly sinking…this was not what she thought it was. Her parents had said it was a top institution, with a program that would help her climb government rankings. Why didn’t I look at it myself?! What kind of joke is this…. It was just the basic “core” classes, with a handful of clubs. This was lower quality than her middle school.

She turned to Lacey, shooting the merperson a furious look, and gestured at the booklet. Lacey shrugged helplessly, looking lost. “Lace, what did your mom say this school was for, again?”

“Uh…” Lacey squinted, trying to recall the exact reason. Their mom wanted them to meet a nice boy at uni, and they had gone because they wanted to be with Irridesse. “....l-liberal arts?”

Iridesse seemed to believe that, surprisingly. “There’s nothing on here. Everyone just has the same five classes, plus a bunch of random clubs. And they’re student lead.” She looked up sharply at the sudden sound of half-hearted clapping. Was it over already? That was it? Even if her main goal was to terrorize sea monsters, academic failure was not to be tolerated.

Lacey tapped her shoulder, looking worried. “Iridesse? Are you coming?”

The girl blinked, before sighing. “Sorry, what’re we doing..?”

“He said to go meet our counselors. They’re like, to help with Mer-related stuff, I think? I think we all just share one…”

Yet another sign of mediocrity. They couldn’t even hire multiple merperson counselors. Her parents had always encouraged her to excel in schooling, even when her “grandiose delusions” spiraled out of control. They wouldn’t knowingly send her to a place like this.

A few minutes later, the two of them were riding the currents through the dark waters, toward yet another stone building. “So.” Iridesse broke the silence, her voice no-nonsense as usual. “The sea monsters. I’m rooming with one, as it turns out. She called herself Magna, and-” Her face wrinkled in disgust, and Lacey shot her a sudden look of alarm.

How do I even describe it? “She put me in her mouth.” Bluntly. “And then spit me out again.” Her earlier feelings of shame came flooding back, and she glared into the ground. Water rushed around them, filling the silence, while lantern fish bumbled by. “She…said it was a greeting. Maybe among sea monsters, those freaks, but obviously not me…obviously…”

Lacey stared in shock, feeling petrified all over again. Their mind rushed back to Carcharious, and the sheer terror they felt just being near him. They couldn’t imagine what they would have felt if that giant had stuck them in his mouth…the thought was enough to make them feel queasy. Forcing themself to meet Iridesse’s eyes, their brows drew together tightly. “That's terrible…” Their voice was still shaky, and they swallowed hard. “Hey, do you think maybe this was a bad idea?”

The current came to an end, and another set of doors opened. A simple meeting room, where twenty-or-so other Mers were already gathered. Just like the two of them, the others all looked shaken. One was openly crying in the corner, whispering something to herself.

They’re all so weak. Iridesse’s fins twitched, and her hands tightened. I can’t show fear. Breaking away from Lacey, she darted up to the counselor's desk. A middle aged woman, with bright red hair, and emerald-green scales. Her makeup was flawless, and her gaze piercing. Unlike the younger Mers, she seemed calm, with an oddly upbeat smile.

“Welcome, welcome, go ahead and grab some name tags!” She shoved pens and tags into their hands. “We’re all going to talk over some Mer-specific stuff, okay?”

Her own name tag read “Coral Dulcette.” Such a prim name, for such an apparently prim woman. Iridesse didn’t know what to make of her, mustering a polite smile before backing off.

Lacey hovered just behind, anxiously picking at something. “Can we talk about-”

They were cut off by the lights dimming. Coral swam up to the front, where a projection flickered to life on the stone wall. A collage of images, including a food chain illustration, an image of two differently-sized beings shaking hands, internal anatomy of a shark, and more. The woman grabbed a polished wooden pointer, and gently tapped the projection. “Alright, students. I’m Miss Coral Dulcette, but please, just call me Coral. I’m your counselor, and I’ll be guiding you through this new and thrilling experience. Specifically, as a Mermaid.” Her happy expression seemed to dim as she switched to the next slide; A cartoonish illustration of aquatic food chains, with a fish, shark, and plankton. “Let’s start with the elephant in the room.”

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In another, somewhat smaller room, siren students watched a similar projection. That same anxious teacher from before stood at the front; maybe Sol would finally learn his name.

“Good evening, students. Now I’m sure you all are very tired, its been an exciting day for everyone.” There was a murmur of agreement. “We just need to get through this one presentation first-” His voice cracked, and his face flushed slightly. Sol, at the back of the group, sighed quietly. This stuttering moron didn’t look the least bit like a leader. Thankfully, Sol didn’t intend to ever speak with him again.

“My name is Hermit Quin, Professor Quin is fine. I’ll be helping ya’ll with anything siren-related. First up, the school does *not* want you using hypnosis.” Several complaintive groans sounded, and Hermit gave them sympathetic looks. “I know, I know…” He tapped the wall, where an illustration of a siren lay sprawled on a rock. The classic “siren song” pose. Sol’s own song was rarely used…he didn’t have time to bother with hunting sailors.

“You;ll have time on the weekends, if you want to leave campus on sing on the surface. But while you’re here, the school discourages speaking about hunting or hypnosis with Mermaids.”

At this, Sol leaned forward slightly. The others seemed uncomfortable as well, looking at each other uneasily. “Hey, hang on, Hermit?” He glanced over at the girl who spoke, a short siren with unusually bright scales Her eyes were such an odd shape and color, hard to describe.

The disgruntled teacher hesitated, before nodding to her. “Miss…De’Lune?”

“The whole point of this is to understand each other better, right? Isn’t this counterproductive? Shouldn’t they know more about us?” Sol slowly turned to look at her, arching one eyebrow. Interesting…she was outspoken. De’Lune…

The poor teacher clutched his pointer, eyes widening. “Well, uh, integration is difficult, right?”

De’Lune stared back at him. “Is it?”

“Uh, well, yes,,,” Hermit looked away, still bashfully gripping the pointer. “We need to be courteous to Mermaids, and not disturb them with unpleasant siren business-”

“We aren’t unpleasant!” Someone else protested. “This is so dumb”

Sol watched in silence, interested in spite of himself. Mermaids weren’t something he thought about often. They were common prey for Sea Monsters, but as far as he could tell, they didn’t have any way to fight back. They were known mostly for being pretty and liking humans. Were they afraid of sirens too? He’d heard rumors of sirens eating them, but he couldn’t imagine it being true.

Hermit had his back against the wall now, fidgeting with a loose scale. “W-well, it’s just…the school…just, please don’t…”

Sol looked over at the clock, blocking out Hermit’s stammering once again. When is this going to be over?

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“When do you think they’re gonna show up?” Rosia whispered to Carcharious, her face looking pained. “I can’t decide if I wanna go right to sleep, or try setting up a party. But I’m not gonna get to do either if our counselor doesn’t show up!” She hovered over his shoulder, spinning in lazy circles.

Their fellow sea monsters hung around awkwardly, waiting for someone to come in and order them around. Were the others all experiencing the same thing? What if they didn’t have a counselor?

At the front of the room, Spike was talking in hushed tones with a few others. Arms folded, he looked at the door. “I say if he doesn’t show up in the next five minutes, we just go back to the dorms.”

Everyone else murmured their agreements, and Rosia nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, thank god, I have so much to do!”

Carcharious kept silent, noting how everyone seemed to hang on his words. Sea monsters tended to live close to each other, preferring a sense of community. Was it hard-wired into their brains, to follow a leader? Were they hard-wired to hunt, too? He thought about that merperson he had met already, so tiny and scared of him. Lacey. I wouldn’t hurt them. I’m not going to.

The minutes ticked by. Rosia began swimming laps around his head, and he tracked her movements without thinking. “Do you really want to have a party already? We just got here.”

“What, do you not like parties? I think it’s a good way to build comradery, and whatnot. Since that’s the whole reason we’re here, maybe I’ll even get extra credit!”

“Ooh…” He suddenly felt a lot more open to the idea. “I didn’t think of it like that!”

“It’s been five minutes!” Spike suddenly announced, making Carcharious jump a little. “Let’s just leave. I bet there’s someone we can report the incident to.”

“He’s a smart guy.” Rosia commented, as everyone filtered out the door. “It’s good to have a guy like him.” Carcharious nodded in agreement, sneaking a glance back at his new classmate. Short blonde hair, spiny ridges down his back, and golden-brown scales. “So…I’m gonna round up some friends and start setting up for a party.” *So she had decided to throw a party after all.* “You can come too, if you want! Or just explore, or whatever.”

“Uh…Carcharious paused, gazing out into the dark ocean. Moonlight filtered down from far overhead, yet most of the school was lit only by soft lantern-light. He had to admit, he was curious. Especially when everyone else was occupied, it was the perfect time to explore. “I think I’ll look around, actually.” He gave Rosia a quick smile. “I’ll see you after.”

She nodded and darted away, leaving Carcharious alone among the towering stone buildings. Even to him, this place was huge. For a moment, he imagined what it must look like through the eyes of his Mer roommate…he couldn’t wrap his mind around it.

With a faint smile, he set off toward the main building.

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“As we all know, Sea Monsters are known for eating Merpeople.”

Coral certainly got right to the point, Iridesse had to give her that. She felt the water ripple as Lacey shuddered silently beside her. What was it they were trying to say earlier…? She’d ask once this was over.

“Many of you may be rooming with Sea Monsters during your time here.” Iridesse spotted Atlantic, nodding fervently as she spoke. “Luckily for you, I’ve done extensive research on the relationship between Sea Monsters and Merpeople. Despite being largely a predatory relationship, there have been cases of cooperation between the species. Vegetarian Sea Monsters, merpeople living with them for protection, and much more! This school is looking to foster more relationships like that. However, there is no denying the risk it presents.”

She flipped to another slide, which showed the internal anatomy of a Sea Monster. “For your own protection, you should be informed about Sea Monsters. For instance, many have an instinctual ‘bite’ reflex. Anything swimming at high speed near their head may trigger hunting behaviors. So, stay away from the head region. Swim slowly and calmly, and remember to take deep breaths. In general, don’t get too physically close. Try to keep at a distance where both of you can see the other’s entire body.”

The entire class had gone silent as she spoke. As if a sudden sense of despair had settled over them. It wasn’t until Iridesse heard a teacher talking about them like this, like she was prepping them for a natural disaster, that she felt a hint of that despair. Were they just lambs to the slaughter here?

A hand suddenly grabbed her arm, and she almost slapped it away on reflex. But it was Lacey..they were shaking, sending tremors through the water, eyes wide. She wasn’t one for physical comfort, but…Iridesse scooted closer silently, wrapping her arm around the other’s waist. We can handle this.

“Of course, none of your classmates want to eat you. But you can make it easier for everyone by being aware of biology and instinct. You may find that your own instincts tell you to run and hide, but you’ll need to set that aside as well. For change to be made, you must have courage!” She sounded like something out of a storybook, even as twenty terrified students stared back at her. “Alright, uh-next up, what happens if you do find yourself in a dangerous situation with a Sea Monster.”

Iridesse leaned forward slightly, listening intently. If Magna kept up this ridiculous behavior, it might just be important to know this. She didn’t hurt me, though. I was just a bit gooey. But she still could. “Now, all Sea Monster anatomy is different, due to their unique DNA makeup. Generally, however, most have a complex digestive system. Like us, most ingest food through the mouth. If you somehow find yourself in a Sea Monster’s mouth, the first thing you should do is find a secure spot. Placing yourself between the lower teeth and the inner lining of the cheek is your best bet-”

Without warning, Atlantic suddenly shot up from his seat, teary-eyed. He was trembling, clearly at the end of his rope. Coral’s eyebrows furrowed, as she slowly lowered her pointer. “Mr Mura, are you-”

“I can’t do this anymore!” He screeched, his tail nervously whipping up a storm of bubbles. “Just admit it, we’re all gonna get killed out here! I’m going home, this has to be a mistake, my parents wouldn’t send me here!” Before Coral could grab him, he fled out of the room.

Coral shook her head, sighing heavily. “Oh dear, uh…could someone please go fetch him?” The class remained silent, and she gestured at Iridesse. “Miss…Azraq. Could you please go find Mister Mura?”

This would have been useful information… Maybe she could bother Coral for more information later. Nodding reluctantly, she swam to the door. Lacey watched her go in silence, eyes wide. Their hands twitched, wishing she was still beside them. But of course, she was charging off again, without a fear. Fear. Iridesse never felt fear. From the moment they first met, as tiny children, she was so reckless and so determined. And for better or for worse, Lacey always fell in her shadow. And now, they couldn’t shake the terror that gripped her. I should follow her. I should…but I can’t.

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Carcharious found himself in a vast auditorium, a massive stone globe, hung with vibrant banners and soft lights. His hands ran over the smooth walls, claws grating softly. Was this space for performances of some kind? He tried to imagine a play with mermaids and sirens and sea monsters all involved, and snorted out loud. It would be a logistical nightmare.

He turned in a slow circle, wondering who built this place. To fit someone as big as him, plus all the other Sea Monsters, surely Sea Monsters had helped build it. But as far as he knew, this whole idea was set in motion by Mermaids.

I wonder what backstage looks like… He brushed aside the curtain with one hand, gazing into a rather small space behind. It was cast in shadow, but he could spot various unused props and stage lights sitting around. Still curious, he wriggled forward, getting his head and shoulders into the backstage area. Rummaging through the piles of props, he grabbed a couch. Just like Lacey and Rosia’s furniture, it looked like a doll’s. They’re basically the size of dolls to me…Is it scary? Well, it must be scary, but…is it just the history of Sea Monsters, or something more? Sighing faintly, he tossed the couch away, letting it sink slowly back to the ground.

He’d never seen merpeople or sirens before now. And he’d never really talked to Sea Monsters either, aside from his family. They lived in the vast pacific ocean, in a place so remote, that no humans or any other humanoid creature bothered to visit. But he’d read stories, and his curiosity only grew over the years. Now that he was here…he wished he could take it all back. He was too big, too unsightly, too…dangerous?

Me? Dangerous? It sounded like such a joke.

Are the rest of them dangerous? Spike, and Rosia…they both seemed friendly, and kind. But he had no idea why they were here. Perhaps…were the others right to be scared of them? But I’m not like that!

He flinched as something moved deeper in the backstage wing. It was pitch black, but he breathed in, and the scent of a merperson flowed over his tongue. Shit, i need to leave-* He braced his hands against the wooden floors, and began to push himself backwards out of the stage…only to halt as his hips were lodged in the stage’s entrance. You’ve got to be kidding me.

“Who's there?!” Charcarious froze as a young man’s voice rang out from the shadows. Fear, rich and oddly sweet, filled the water. How do I…why do I know that smell so well? Why’s it smell…good? Oh, gross- His lip curled, and he looked away. Of all the messed up things, he was not going to salivate over some poor man’s terror. There was a grunt, and a chair tumbled through the air, before lightly hitting Charcharious in the nose.He swatted it away, looking around nervously. “I don’t want to hurt you.” His voice was a low rumble, attempting to sound comforting. “I-I mean, I’m not going to hurt you.” His tail trashed, trying in vain to get him unstuck from this cramped stage. “My tail’s stuck…”

There was a long moment of silence, in which Carcharious could only hear the frantic pounding of a miniature heart. Finally, someone crept out of the dark, edging closer. The light was still awfully dim, but he could see flowing blonde hair, and a tail that was blue like sapphires. He blinked slowly, momentarily entranced by the color, before a sharp voice drew his eyes upward.

“W-what the the hell are you looking at, Sea Monster?!” The man’s voice was tremulous, and he was literally clutching his pearls. Two delicate strands, draped around his shoulders. Layered over a see-through shirt,..it was genuine jellyfish-leather, from the look of it. His amber eyes were wide, betraying his bold words…as well as the prop swords clutched in his shaking hands.

“Please…don’t hit me with that. Um, I’m sorry…” He averted his gaze, before giving himself another slight shove. The stage creaked around his waist, and he winced. If possible, he didn’t want to break the entire theater on day one. “Uh…” This was exactly why he wanted to leave. All his goals for understanding…but he couldn’t stand the fear in their eyes when they looked at him. But you literally can’t leave right now. So… “Um. What’s your name?” He offered a wobbly smile at the merman, who just backed away.

And yet…his makeshift weapon lowered slightly. The fear in his face seemed to fade, if only the tiniest bit. “You’re only asking that to lure me in, or something. Because you can’t reach me from here, because your fat ass got stuck!”

“Hey! Don’t…that’s not even…” Every retort he could think of faltered on his lips, and he sighed. He definitely could reach the guy, he still had hands, which were now tucked awkwardly beneath his chest, as far away from the mer as they could get. “That’s kind of rude. I’m just making conversation.”

Another painful silence stretched between them, and the mer glanced over his shoulder. “The door’s stuck.” He mumbled. “I think something fell behind it, and I can’t get it open. So we’re both stuck.” Every word out of his mouth seemed to be said with great reluctance. “I’m Atlantic.” Carcharias let out a soft, relieved sigh. Even just having a name made this whole encounter less horrible. “I’m Carcharias.”

“Car…charias?” Atlantic arched one eyebrow folding his arms. “ Like…car-nivorous?” “Um, well, it’s the scientific name for sand sharks…” He paused for a moment, then frowned. He’d never actually thought about the meaning of his name. But his parents were like him, peace loving vegetarians, isolated in an empty ocean. It didn’t make any sense for them to name him after such a thing. “I guess so…but I’m actually a vegetarian.”

At this, Atlantic scoffed, and dramatically flung his blade to the ground. “Preposterous! Another lie. Our counselor told us all about your kind. Predatory instincts…biting reflexes…and you can’t survive without meat.” He hesitated, then sighed. “I didn’t hear all of it, though.”

“Well, not me. I’m fine, clearly. Wait, you guys have a counselor?” He leaned closer, and Atlantic bristled, darting backwards. “Keep your distance. And yeah, didn’t you hear that old fart a couple hours ago? He said we all had to see our counselors. Except ours is clearly insane.” Carcharias tilted his head, listening intently. “She told us, practically in the same breath, that Sea Monsters could eat us without even meaning to, and that we can be friends with them. I don’t devour my friends! I don’t make friends with people that could swallow me whole whenever they feel a bit peckish!” His tail trashed, and his face grew red. A new scent wafted from him, something savory. Damn my nose…

“I mean…I wouldn’t eat you..” Carcharias mumbled, looking at the ground once more.

“Oh, but you would. Miss Dulcette said you couldn’t even help it.” Atlantic sank downward, his tail coiling on the dusty floors. “If you touch them, swim too close to their head, move around too much, turn your back…basically do *anything,* they can’t help but snap you up.” He chuckled dryly. “I’m fucking irresistable.”

“Well, she’s wrong.” Carcharias grumbled, shaking his head. “I don’t know about the others. But I have more self control than that…and I’m not tempted to eat you anyway.” He smells good, but… “I would never.”

“You…look honest.” Atlantic murmured after a moment. “You don’t want to eat me. For now.” His anger turned to sadness, and that scent faded away. Oddly enough, nothing seemed to come from him now. “Which…I guess…I can appreciate.” Carcharias smiled suddenly, and Atlantic shot him a glare. “Stop that.”

Charcharious looked away, still smiling. This was quite an unexpected development. Despite everything…he had actually made a friend out of a merperson. Or, if not quite a friend, something a little bit positive, at the very least. Maybe…maybe I could stay.

“Hey…” Atlantic glanced down at his arms, as if suddenly noticing that the sea monster’s hands were completely free. “Have your hands been there the whole time?”

“Mmmhm.” Charcharious chuckled. “But I didn’t want to alarm you.”

Atlantic scowled and folded his arms, but apparently didn’t have any more complaints at the ready. “Okay..well, I’ve got an idea. To get both of us out of here.” He turned and pointed at a massive door in the back, mostly hidden by spare curtains. “There’s stuff blocking it, but you can probably push it open.” He backed away, with a hint of nervousness still present in his face.

He’s trusting me not to hurt him. Charcharious swallowed nervously, before nodding. He dragged himself forward, scales and shark-like fins scraping along the ceiling. He could feel Atlantic’s eyes on him, and his face reddened. What could he be thinking? Clawed hands reached out, pressing into the door in front of him. With ease, like toppling a tower of blocks, the doors swung open. Stale water billowed into the room, making him cough a little. “Well. I guess your behemoth size is good for something.” Atlantic grumbled, although Carcharias could swear he saw a smile on the man’s face.

With a final grunt of effort, the Sea Monster heaved himself forward, jetting through the open doors. Water rushed around him, stirring up bubbles. Atlantic darted out just beneath him, almost brushing his rust-red fins. Carcharias looked down at him in surprise. The two were finally out…into a massive classroom. Atlantic had gotten so close, apparently in too much of a hurry to notice. The mermaid sighed loudly, swimming up further, and stretching his fins. Carcharias found he couldn’t move, frozen in place, looming over his new friend. “U-um, Atlantic-” “Wait. Do you smell that?” Atlantic sniffed loudly, folding his arms. “And…is it just me or is the water kind of murky in…in here…” He slowly looked up, eyes stretching wide at the sight of Carcharias’s face inches away from his own tiny body. “What’re you-?!”

But before Carcharias could hear him finish, before he could back away with a thousand apologies, the world started to dim unnaturally. He squinted as everything became a blur, and Atlantic’s voice became distorted beyond recognition. He was tired…so tired…his body felt so heavy, and he was suddenly too tired to even speak. “Wha…”

And the world went black.

#vore fic #vore oc #dangerous waters

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