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vampire slaying kits from the 19th century
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i know this is a bit strange but i see none of this type of content for COD — 💧😭
i feel like alejandro and könig (maybe others) with a pregnant wife, concerned about the health of the baby feeds their wife a lot, to the point she maintains some of the weight after and they become a little enamored with it?
like a trophy remaining of how well they took care of their family, leaving a healthy baby and a plush, well fed wife
feel free to delete or ignore this if this is weird <3 love ur writing
oooh my god i love this that's so fucking cute!! I couldn't help but add price to this! Also added some random headcanons nd changed the request up a bit to the reader feeling a lil self-concious cause I know a lot of women struggle with that after giving birth. Btw thank you so much for your kind words!!<3
btw don't comment on the baby names i'm so bad at those
CHARACTERS : alejandro vargas, konig, john price
WARNINGS : female!reader, mentions of sex, fluff fluff fluff, pregnancy aftermath, stretch marks, weight gain, body image, reader being self-concious, reader hits vargas a lot (IT'S ALL IN GOOD FUN LMFAO)
WORD COUNT : 4k
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♡ Alejandro vargas ♡
this man loved showing you off while you were pregnant let me tell you-
he'd be so attentive during your pregnancy (not that he wasn't before) even learning or remembering random facts
"Yeah she's nineteen weeks as of yesterday. Well, I can tell you what she wasn't doing nineteen weeks ago- Agh- mi vida that hurt!"
you couldnt count the times youd have to tell him to stop talking when someone would comment on your pregnancy or congratulate you both-
"I know right?! I did that-"
Buys the most random shit for your baby, "...What's that." alejandro pauses the haul showcase when you point at a hat in between all the other clothes and toys he'd gotten (yes he went shopping alone, he's that obsessed) "Ah, that's a bucket hat!" you will your eye to stop twitching and take a deep breath knowing this is just your hormones making you act so pissy "Yes I know." your tone turns out to be colder than you'd anticipated but seeing him unfazed you continue, bringing your attitude down a notch, "Baby," your smile is forced as you look up at him, hand over your bump rubbing circles on it, "That looks like a fucking replica of Price's hat." A pause. A bark of laughter, "Holy shit! It fucking does!"
"At least, think about it cariño!" "We are not naming our child Price, Vargas, get yourself together!" idk i just have this headcanon that price and him became the best of buds
price obv became the godfather "Ha! Look at that! His fore'ead 's almost as big as yours!" "The fuck did you just say to me?" LMFAOOOO
(is it a headcanon or do i have to involve price everywhere because he's slowly taking over all of my thoughts?hm.)
honestly vargas always loved how cheeky you were but during your pregnancy you were a menace. He always masked it with a chuckle or a smile, knowing that it's just your hormones talking, but he was scared shitless.
After some time he got used to your attitude so much that he grew to love it, finding humor in your jabs and in turn that made you soften quicker, feeling bad about your behavior towards him, always showering him with kisses after (you don't know it but he manipulated you into being nice to him)
but yeah he also found it extremely hot and you noticed, so much so that when after you gave birth you'd always act a bit more bratty in bed just to rile him up<3
and yup he absolutely loved to take care of you and watch you and your belly grow- a healthy wife was a healthy child after all and he had to remind himself that you were pregnant each time he found himself behind you, squeezing and fondling your body saying how much he loved you like this-
"Alejandro!" your loud steps echoed throughout the house, stomping down the stairs to find your husband sitting on the couch watching tv, legs spread and all, and if you weren't mad at him you'd jump him right at that moment. He stopped munching on his sandwich, turning to look at you with a startled expression, a wobbly grin forming in his mouth, "What is it, cariño?" his eyes momentarily snapped to your son, who was currently playing with his blocks on the carpet a few feet away from him- well, he seemed fine so what was the issue?
You clicked your tongue, feet dragging you right in front of him, and you snatched his sandwich to place it on the plate right next to him, "Hey!-" "Look at me!" you whined as you outstretched your arms and his eyebrows furrowed, "I am!". You sighed exasperated, and threw a leg over each thigh as you sat on him and he sputtered, surprised, hands coming to rest on your hips nonetheless. You let another dramatic groan as you let your forehead fall on his, "You did this to me,"
He grabbed the back of your head with one hand, fingers massaging your scalp as he tried to assess the situation "Cariño, I'm gonna be honest with you- I don't know what the fuck you're talking about," your hand shoved his shoulder playfully as you warned him "Not in front of Pedro," he raised his arms in defeat, and you sighed again "Look at what you did to my body, and don't tell me you don't remember shoving food down my throat for nine months or I will skin you alive." his posture relaxed a bit, hands resting on your thighs, a shit eating grin forming on his lips.
"I do remember doing that.. and so what? You look great, mi vida, so fucking sexy," his eyes roam your body, hands squeezing the supple skin of your thighs and you squirm on his lap "You asshole, you planned this didn't you?" you slapped his hand away when he tried to cup your breast and he licked his lips, eyes sparkling devilishly, tapping your lips with his finger twice "No swearing in front of the kid, remember?"
"Oh, you fu-". Pedro's gurgles of happiness as he studied both his parents stopped you from hitting your husband for the second time today, and instead your hand came down to pat his shoulder, smiling at your son innocently as Alejandro chuckled in your neck. "It's about time he ate," he cocked his head towards Pedro as he whispered, knowing full well the tantrum his son would throw if he heard him talk about food. You smiled softly as you nodded, momentarily amusing your son, for the five seconds he had his attention on you, with random silly faces, feeling accomplished when he gave the cutest huffed out laugh.
When you turned your head back to Alejandro, he was already looking at you, eyes filled with love and affection, hand coming up to caress your cheek and you leaned into his touch, sighing. "I love you."
"I love you," you whispered back, leaning in to press a kiss on his lips, his hum of appreciation clouding your mind " and thank you for taking care of me, baby," he smiled at that, really smiled, "Always, cariño." he stood up suddenly, his hands under your thighs holding you up, and you gasped, holding on to him for dear life as he twirled around with you in his arms, putting a show for your son as he maneuvered you both into the kitchen, laughter filling the house once again.
"We do need to go shopping though, because none of my clothes fit."
"You're welcome to walk around naked-Ouch!" he pouted as you flicked his forehead
♡ König ♡
oh, would you look at that, yet another cod character obsessed with you being pregnant!
no, seriously though, this big bear is loving you all round with his child inside you- god knows how many times he had to take care himself in the bathroom because he saw you doing some stupid yoga exercises in the morning, "Ah, bear there you are! Could you hold my legs up please?" You were trying to kill him, there was no other explanation.
I just know that König worries so much during your pregnancy, he once caught you bringing groceries alone and almost passed out (you weren't even showing yet). He forbade you from going out of the house alone, after that.
Goes with you to all your doctor's appointments, his leg bouncing repeatedly and you had to hold his hand so he'd stop fidgeting. "I'm sorry, which one of you is pregnant again?" Safe to say, könig didn't find the doctor funny, as he sat next to you, brooding silently.
And guess what, you were having twins!!! Now you were both nervous. And in the start of your third trimester, you were exhausted and it was taking a toll on your mental health. He once found you in the kitchen, sobbing because you couldn't even bend down to look in the oven, and it had taken him almost two hours to calm you down by which time he'd already shed some tears of his own. (He really hated seeing you this way)
"Liebling did you get your vitamins?" "You have to take your vitamins in two hours." "YOU FORGOT THEM?!! CALL THE DOCTOR!". "König it's fine-"
Always makes runs to the store if you ask for something specific, making sure you get your fill at whatever you were craving, he's literally perfect
Almost had a panic attack cause he couldn't find your hospital bag when he wanted to add more stuff in it. You almost shit your pants as he came running to you, stumbling over his feet, and you calmly explained to him that it was literally under the bed. "Ah, right!" :D LMFAOO
Loves giving you belly rubs and kisses, cuddle time is much more frequent, with him always being the big spoon, saying how he wants to be able to hug you and your children at the same time, his hands draped over your body, as he laid kisses on your hair softly "Goodnight, my loves.."
Ghost and Soap came by one day to drop off some early gifts for the little ones and König almost tackled them to the ground bc he thought they were intruders help💀 you stayed mad at him for one week after that
MY MAN IS STRESSED, he swears these 9 months took 10 years off his life at the least
You and König were in a bit of a.. disagreement to say the least. It was a couple of months after you gave birth to two healthy baby girls, and you were starting to feel a little.. self-concious. The weight you'd gained after you carried two people inside of you for nine months, was quite the difference to how your body looked before that. And you still didn't know how to feel about it.
Well, one thing you knew was how your husband felt, though. During your pregnancy you could count on your fingers the time you've been intimate with each other, not even going all the way, ever. At first you thought it was because of how stressed the both of you had been- that there was no time for that. But then you'd been woken up countless times in the middle of the night, hearing König's sighs and moans coming from the bathroom, and you'd close your eyes shut each time, biting your lip to stop yourself from crying. Of course he didn't like you like this.
So that's why you were looking at gym classes on your laptop when König came in the room, and he frowned when you told him what you were looking at. He started pouting, trying to talk you out of it saying the time you're going to spend at the gym is gonna steal precious time from him and your daughters. That's how you got here, now both of you standing as you argued.
"The girls are only eight months old! I don't understand why you need to do this."
"Because I want to, König! I don't like how I look anymore- I don't feel like myself-" your voice broke as you spoke and it was as if a switch flipped inside Konig's mind as he walked to you, towering above you and you shifted in your feet, suddenly nervous. Without a word, he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the office, walking with big strides to the bathroom, where he placed you in front of him, both of you looking at your reflections in the mirror.
You knew where he was going with this and you scoffed, turning to leave but his arms on your shoulders kept you in place. "I don't know what brought this on, liebling, and I will support whatever you decide to do. But.. I need you to know that I love you, and you should love yourself too. You just gave birth not long ago, it is natural-" he got cut off as you wiggled yourself out of his grasp, hand coming up to rub at your arm nervously "Don't lie to me, König. Not now."
You made the mistake to look up at him, seeing his eyebrows pulled together, a look of distress painting his face "What? I'm not- I would never-"
"Just, stop. I know you've been... taking care of yourself this past year," you trail off, not knowing how to go about with this, and seeing his look of recognition, his ears turning pink gave you the proof you needed "..and I don't blame you! I understand, just don't stand there and lie to me just to make me feel better."
You watched as he stumbled backward, blinking rapidly as he processed your words.
"My love.. what do you expect me to do with you walking around the house with just my shirts and no pants on, for the entire 9 months you were pregnant?" you didn't know how to answer that, so you just stared at him dumbly and he smiled shyly, "I didn't want to bother you with that, liebling.. Besides, what do you think I was thinking about each time I.. touched myself? It was always you. You and how absolutely delicious you'd look everyday, my pretty angel." you got so lost in his words that you didn't notice that he'd walked up to you, backing you up against the counter and you gasped, "But... don't you miss... how I was before?"
He seemed to ponder at your question for a moment, tilting his head cutely to the side and then bent down to grab you by the back of your thighs to place you on the counter, brushing his lips against yours. "Nope," he grinned "Why would I think about how you were before.. when this is how you look right now?" he hissed, hands roaming your sides, rubbing, savoring.
He squeezed the soft skin of your plush belly slightly and he let out a low moan, hips grinding up against your body "So fucking sexy... and all mine. My perfect wife." you whimpered, placing your legs around his waist, "If you don't take me to bed right now, I'll lose all the weight I've gained and mor-" you gasped at the speed in which he pressed you flush against his body, walking towards your shared bedroom while he placed open mouthed kisses on your neck, and he growled in warning "Don't you dare."
.
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"I mean, unless that's what you want to do-"
"Shut up and kiss me."
"Yes ma'am!" :D
♡ John price ♡
let me just start of by saying no matter how much price loves having you pregnant, he also loves getting you pregnant (i'm sorry i had to)
like you can't tell me that this man doesn't have the biggest breeding kink to ever exist, and when you finally told him you want to start a family with him- he had to sit down,
kept staring at you with that wide eyed puppy look of his, and that was the first time ever that you heard price stutter in your entire life "A-are you sure? That's a big step.. No! No, no no, I do want to, it's just-"
how was he supposed to tell you that while you were talking about how you'd have to renovate the guest room and turn it into a baby room, the color of the walls, he could only think of bending you over right then and there and filling you up till you were crying for more. DAMN ANYWAY I GOT SIDETRACKED OK
but yes ok let's just say that the baby making part is done so i could continue with the actual request- thank you brain
"Fuck," you bit your lip harshly, hand coming up to rest on your forehead as you looked at yourself in the mirror. It was quite a sad sight actually, your old jeans reaching just under the middle of your thigh and you suddenly felt a huge lump on your throat. How could you let this happen? "Fuck."
In truth, you weren't that bummed about gaining weight, you got pregnant, you had a human being inside of you for nine months, and now that devil is out of you- you're still sporting those extra pounds. It was all natural and you knew it. But fuck, did it made you feel like utter shit. The fact that you gave birth, and you still had this reminder of the near hell you've been through, all the stretch marks that were formed on your skin for life, but now the weight too? You wanted your old body back.
You bit the inside of your cheek as you tugged the clothing off your legs harshly, almost bursting in tears when you couldn't get them off your legs the first time seeing as you were tugging them off like a mad woman. You heaved as you finally got them off, throwing them next to the rest of the pile on the floor, pausing before you got to grab the next pair once you heard the bedroom door open as a satisfied chuckle filled the room.
"She's out. Ava's Out cold, love. I bet this time she ain't gonna wake up once, I tell you!" John's voice was high pitched and giddy, and you smiled so hard your cheeks hurt, momentarily forgetting your earlier thoughts as you turned to face him, rolling your eyes as you saw him lean on the door behind him, arms crossed, eyes crinkling and mouth grinning.
He eyed you up and down, in all your 4-day shirt and granny underwear glory "What's this then? If I knew you missed me that much, hon', I'd insinuated this way earlier but-" his words trailed off as he noticed the pile of clothes on the floor and he frowned, pushing himself in an upright position as he walked to you, holding his hand out in question "You doin' laundry? Why didn't you let me know, I would have-"
"I'm not doing laundry, baby, I'm throwing these out." his hands snaked around your waist once he stood in front of you and his eyebrows rose, head tilting to study the pile on the floor once more, "You're jokin'. Whatever the fuck for?" you laughed at that leaning in to give his bearded cheek a kiss as he hummed, ultimately giving you time to think of an excuse, "They just don't look good anymore.." You didn't look good anymore-
John scoffed, untangling himself from your embrace to pick up a pair of pants from the floor, "Now that's a load of shit, love," he stretched out the material as if analyzing it, nodding to himself once the image of you in them entered his mind "Cause I know for a fact that your bum looks great in 'em" he maneuvered around you to lay a slap on your ass and you yelped, giggling into his mouth as he pressed you up against him- the clothing thrown back down long ago- "What's this really about, hm?"
You sighed, leaning your head on his chest as he engulfed you in his arms, "I'm not how I was... before Ava." you felt his hum rumble deep from his chest, and it did sound understanding but most of all it sounded... appreciative. "Go on.." his hands slid down your back to your curves, to then rest on your ass, squeezing the flesh in his palms, pushing you against him as he laid kisses on your temple, his beard grazing your skin.
"A-and well..." your train of thought lost as you felt his bulge press up against your lower belly through his pants, and you swallowed harshly. "And my pants don't fucking fit 'nd I'm just gonna throw them out-" once again, you felt his chuckle before you heard it, and you raised your head to look at him, brows furrowing, a pout forming on your lips. "Ts alright love, you'll get new pairs, we'll go shoppin' tomorrow if you want-" you clicked your tongue, pushing yourself away from him slightly as you sighed, annoyed.
Annoyed at yourself for even feeling this type of way, annoyed that you couldn't explain your feelings to him without embarassing yourself, annoyed that he thought you cared for some fucking pants.
"I don't care about that-" the way you hissed out the words was ice cold and you immediately felt bad as his eyebrows shot up, his hands squeezing your sides, not letting you go just yet. You rolled your tongue over your teeth as you avoided his gaze, seemingly finding interest in a loose thread handing from the side of his shirt, hand coming up to tug it loose but he grabbed your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips to press a kiss on your knuckles. "Hey.. darlin', look at me."
Suddenly all previous feelings came rushing down as you looked up at him, eyes glossy and chin already wobbling and he tutted, cooing down at you as he let your hand go to grasp both of your cheeks in his palms, thumbs caressing your skin as you sniffled, your own hands snaking around his back tightly.
"Now, if I'm mistaken at any point, you can stop me an' tell me to go to hell, but don't yell too loud so we don't wake up the lil' one, yeah?" john rasped out, smiling softly, as you cracked a smile at his attempt to lighten up the mood, "Right.. well how do I say this.. I'm fuckin' pissed love." your mouth parted as you gaped at him, brows furrowing even more as you stared at his pretty eyes, "That's all my work you're hatin' on!!" he grumbled, placing a kiss on your nose and you stared at him, baffled. Huh?
"This is... about your body.." he waited for your soft nod before continuing "..not looking the same, right?" you nodded again and he scoffed, "How. dare. you." he softly patted your cheeks with his palms on either side of your face at each word, his eyes stern as he looked down at you and you couldn't help but giggle again, "John!-"
"No, no. How could you, ay? 've been feeding you for months and now you're sayin' you don't like your body anymore?" he clicked his tongue, hands sliding down to hold both your arms shaking your body back and forth lightly , "This body h's given birth to Ava, to our daughter, can you believe that? You, you did that. And now you wanna hate on it? Give yourself a break love, please." his words were so genuine, you could see it in his face, how his brows were furrowed, eyes showing how hurt he was by the whole ordeal and your heart clenched.
"Not to mention, I really was feedin' ya like everyday was the last day you were ever allowed to eat, wasn't I?" you barked out a laugh at that, and he joined you, letting his forehead fall on your own, "You really were.." he chuckled deeply, squeezing you harder in his arms that it was almost impossible to breathe. "You have to know that I don't care about any of that, right?" you smiled and leaned in to kiss him,
"Now I do.." he almost missed you mutter those words as they were said into his lips but he didn't. He heard them. And the gasp he let out was way too dramatic, and you laughed it off, "Don't tell me-! You- you thought- you thought I didn't find you attractive?" he boomed and you had to shush him, barely able to contain your laughter as you told him to shut up hurriedly.
Next thing you realize, you're upside down, thrown over his shoulder as he slaps your ass, setting you down on the bed not a second later and you gasp, as he crawls on top of you, eyes dark and primal. Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.
"You asked for this, love. 'S Time I reminded m'wife how much I love her and her beautiful body, hm?"
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this isn't even what anon asked for but I got way into this and I couldn't stop
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mssgs-frm-th-strs · 3 months
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heeyyyyyy so um i was replaying pokemon sword(for like. The 8th time.) annnnd as a lover of Big Strong Cinnamon Rolls i am. absolutely smitten with milo. i am also an idotic sub with a frustratingly high libido- so uh. enough stalling bc im embarrassed even over anon, i guess- could i just get a some nsfw headcanons/short fic(your choice idc-) for milo with a subby s/o? gn if possible?
Milo (SWSH) x Sub!m reader
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got me barking and shit like 😩 very nsfw btw if that isn’t clear (if anyone could find the artist let me know!! I’ll add their name in immediately!!)
‼️CW/TW‼️: Getting caught in ‘The Act™️’, Sub reader, a bit of begging from the reader, Milo being annoyingly gentle on purpose to see you squirm and fuck yourself on his dick, cough cough, um, Milo’s definitely packing some girth tbh so rather than his dick being l o n g that junk is thick, Uhhh dude will NOT leave that spot alone, whether it be with his fingers or his dick, he’s always touching it
Anyway stfu I’m writing
“Fuck… M-Milo…” You groan to yourself, bouncing up and down on the dildo you bought yourself for days like these. Milo isn’t home yet, he’s off running his gym. He’s supposed to be back in a few hours but you can’t wait that long. Your body needs release now.
With your thumbs and pointer fingers, you rub and pinch your nipples as you ride the toy, your hips involuntarily grinding back and forth as you fantasize about your boyfriend thrusting up into you while you ride his cock.
“So good, Milo, so big…” You whine, tossing your head back, hitting those spots Milo loves to tease. The dildo was a near perfect replica of the real thing, but of course nothing compares to getting your back blown out by the beefy, pink haired gym leader.
“Y/N, I’m home!” You suddenly hear Milo call out from just a few feet away from the door.
For a second, you freeze, immediately dreading being caught in such a vulnerable position.
The door begins to creak open and soon, you’re met face to face with Milo.
Then the dread turns to a greater feeling of arousal, you were fantasizing about him just a few seconds ago, now your dreams are coming true.
“Gah! S-sorry!” Milo exclaims, averting his eyes and exiting the room. “Sorry!” He calls out from behind the door.
“Milo, come back…” You whine, Milo promptly peeking his head in. “Aren’t you gonna come replace this toy with something a little more… life-like?”
Your question makes his already flushed cheeks turn a darker shade of red.
“I um… Wasn’t expecting this to be the first thing I see when I got home…”
“Milo….” You whine, needing him to be bold and do something. You lay back and let the toy slide out of you slowly, making sure Milo can see it perfectly. “I just couldn’t wait… I needed something, anything inside me. Now I’m feeling a little empty, can you change that for me?”
Milo stammers, but he doesn’t look away.
“Please…?”
At a loss for words, Milo just swallows and nods.
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“Milo, Milo!” You moan his name louder and louder with each buck of Milo’s hips. “Oh, Arceus, Milo! You’re so big, so big!”
Beneath you, Milo grunts and lets out quiet noises, his strong hands gripping your waist like vices, keeping you bouncing in his lap.
That sweet spot inside you absolutely aches with pleasure, Milo hits it perfectly every time, it’s like you were built for each other. To your dismay, however, Milo’s been holding back. His thrusts are slow and methodical and he pulls back just before his entire length is inside you. If anything, you feel more empty than before.
Milo loosens his grip on your hips and stops guiding you up and down. “Keep riding me…” Milo whispers to you, prompting you to look down at him.
You let your hips drop, finally taking in Milo’s entire length now that he isn’t stopping it from happening. The sensation of finally being filled to the brim makes you shiver and a weak moan escapes your lips. Milo chuckles, knowing exactly what he’s been doing to you.
Before you can rise once more, Milo sits up and switches positions with you. He effortlessly flips you over like you weigh nothing, and now on your hands and knees, you whine as Milo refuse to enter you again, his tip teasing your hole.
“You want it?” Milo asks, pushing forward with his hips, but not into your hole. You groan at the lack of feeling, and look back at Milo with a pleading look.
“I want it, I want it…” You whisper to him, praying he’ll give it to you, really give it to you.
“Then take it, I’m not stopping you.”
With those words, he positions himself at your entrance, his tip barely slipping since you, but he doesn’t go further than that. You know what he wants you to do.
You back yourself up until your hips meet his and his dick is buried inside you. You moan louder than before, your body shaking with bliss as his thick cock stretches you to fit him in. You begin to rock your body back and forth, fucking yourself on him.
This isn’t enough for you, though. You needed him to take you, pin you down, and lose any sense of control.
“Please, Milo…” You whisper, your body still rocking to derive as much pleasure from him as you can.
“Please what? Use your words,” Milo tells you, his voice dripping with a newly found sense of confidence.
“F-Fuck-! Fuck me, Milo!” You beg him, unable to hide how much your body needs him.
“Alright,” Milo says, leaning forward to whisper in your ear. In doing so, he drives himself deeper into you, making you moan. “How hard do you want it?”
“Fucking break m-me, Milo…”
Milo laughs and you feel his hands take hold of your shoulders. He lightly pushes you forward, pulling back at the same time. Goosebumps raise on your skin as you anticipate what’s going to happen next. Milo pulls you back while simultaneously thrusting forward powerfully. His strong hips slam into yours, his cock driving deeper than ever before. You arch back and scream in pleasure and this, this was what you needed. This is what you were fantasizing about while riding that dildo, but no mere toy can compare to Milo, especially when he takes you like this.
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ok I kinda like how this one ended up lol
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dearstell · 1 year
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Family jewels masterlist | back to navigation Parings: Sully family x reader, jake sully x daughter!reader Word count: 803 Notes: I hope you guys like this!! I hope this isn't too little for a prologue also sorry if it's bad, english is not my first language 😭😭 Btw the big spaces between some paragraphs indicate a scene change/time skip!! Also, this fic is inspired by @neteyamsilly's fic 'i will soften every edge, hold the world to its best' it's an amazing story so if you haven't read it yet (i'm sure everyone has seen that...if you haven't then what are you doing with your life), not the whole thing, just some parts!! Anyway I hope you all like this (lowkey scared to post this) 🫶🏼🫶🏼
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For the sky-people—and I guess for some Na'vi too—having a daughter is considered 'sad'. It is as if bringing life to a female is something to mourn rather than it being something to celebrate. Why? Perhaps they think that women are useless, just an object of reproduction, a maid, someone who is 'not fit' to lead. What a poor excuse.
This caused troubles to the life of young girls, obviously. Hence, the old sky-people theory.
There is an old theory that first-born daughters were genetically predispositioned to look, act, and think more like their father, this theory was made so that the fathers would love their daughter instead of neglecting them simply because they are female.
Jake's first-born daughter, [Name], is a perfect replica of him. You'd assume Lo'ak was his carbon copy and yeah, indeed he is, not only do they look identical but even his and Lo'ak's life were parallel to each other.
But [Name]'s thoughts, speech, gait, and other traits are very similar to those of Jake when he was a mere teenager like her. The traits that led Jake into trouble as a child—his stubbornness, lust for adventure, pride, and bravery—were also the ones that caused him to become paralyzed from the waist down.
He feared his daughter would go down the same path he did, he could not bear to watch it. He was completely overcome by terror, slowly turning to anger the second the sky-people decided to step foot in Pandora once again.
They no longer had the wonderful father-daughter connection they had when [Name] was a young child; instead, they had become like bulls that constantly butted heads whenever they had the opportunity.
[Name] didn't get why this was happening. It had been like this since they had to move to High camp; perhaps it's because of the stress, there had been this tension amongst her family, like a thick atmosphere keeping them all away from each other.
Considering what [Name] and her siblings are doing, she and her father would definitely get into yet another dispute.
It was way past the eclipse but [Name] and her siblings are still out in the forest. Crackling sounds emitted from the small bonfire they all surrounded. The leaves from trees around them rustled at the wind's subtle blow
Normally, at this time they would be home eating dinner. But tonight it's different, Neteyam agreed to his siblings dumb plan to sneak out, who would've thought?
"You know dad will skin us when we come back," Neteyam said playfully to his siblings.
"No he won't, loser!" Tuk exclaimed, causing gasps and laughter to burst from the siblings.
"Tuk who taught you that!?" Kiri laughed in shock.
"[Name] did," she said, pointing at [Name]. Her big sister simply mouthed a small "fuck you" to her causing her to giggle at her sisters childish manners.
Their night continued on with chatters and laughter. As things started to calm down, and the topic of their conversation got less and less childish, [Name] decided to share her plan to her siblings.
"You know, I've been thinking, I'll tell dad I'm gonna do my Iknimaya soon," [Name] said in a whisper, a small smile of desire decorated her face.
Lo'ak snorted, "He'll say no."
"Lo'ak," Neteyam warned his brother.
"Well I'm not asking him, I'm telling him." [Name] shot back, rolling her eyes.
"He still won't allow you." Lo'ak said in a sing-song voice, as if to tease her. This earned him a playful smack in the head by his sister. Laughter can be heard from afar as Lo'ak and [Name] continued their playful squabbling.
It was almost morning when they all decided to return back to High camp. They quietly snuck in their tent, hoping their parents are still sleeping.
As they were getting closer their mother—Neytiri—opened the tent flaps hastily, the siblings stood in shock as their mother ran to hug them.
"Where were you guys? You got me and your father so worried, are you guys okay? Are any of you hurt?" she asked, stumbling over her words.
"We are fine, Mother." Neteyam spoke, placing a hand on Neytiri's shoulder.
Jake walked up from behind them, clearing his throat to get the attention. The siblings tensed up as they saw him.
"Kiri, Tuk, get some sleep." he said, hugging his daughters. [Name] was jealous, she was his daughter too, why doesn't she get that treatment? Neytiri took her two daughters back to the tent, leaving Jake with her three other kids
Jake stared at his three kids with an angry and disappointed look on his face.  [Name] and her brothers stood straight with their hands behind their backs.
"Sir—" Neteyam started but was quickly cut off by Jake.
"[Name], Netyam, Lo'ak, come with me. We need to talk."
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miramelindamusings · 7 days
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Well, tbh, the Namine being like Riku Replica idea just came off the top of my head. I thought of Namine being a clone of Kairi as a way to keep her (Namine) more in the story instead of Namine being a Nobody. Like merging the roles of Riku Replica and Namine. Like the Organization was trying to create their own Princess of Heart. Idk. Just throwing around ideas.
Btw, your art is beautiful if I do say so myself. What about making outfits for Kairi when she goes to Arendelle? And maybe draw a version of Elsa's iconic dress for Kairi? Sorry if I am asking too much, but i think Kairi would look amazing in a dress like Elsa's. Though would be hard to feel comfortable in because Elsa made her dress through her magic. You know. Ice. Haha.
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First, thank you so much for your patience! That's an interesting idea! I've been away from this AU and need to review everything to get back in that headspace. However, your ask was never far from my mind, and I have been thinking about potential Arendelle designs. I am also never adverse to putting Kairi in different outfits even if I am also not sure how she'd make the Elsa dress haha
For Arendelle in general, I looked at Frozen's concept art as well as the costumes from the show Once Upon a Time when they did Frozen/Arendelle to brainstorm different outfits. I really was hooked by the embroidery in the outfits, and Kairi has certain designs associated with her like her petal heart in KH 3: Re Mind as well as the Thalassa shells, Radiant Garden flowers, etc that I think whatever her outfit, there would be embroidery that featured those symbols.
I got carried away and started sketching out little interactions too haha! I wasn't in love with how KH 3 did Frozen and I am interested in spending more time with Elsa and how Kairi and her would interact, particularly once it is revealed that Anna and her are princesses of light. I wonder if Kairi would be able to sense that? However, I think how Sora related to the situation between Anna and Elsa through his own relationship with Riku would also work with Kairi! Thank you once again for the ask :)!!
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destinysbounty · 4 months
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Huh. I just dug up an old fan-theory i came up with back when i was like 15. And while its definitely way too weak to hold up against any real scrutiny, it at the very least makes for some mildly interesting fanfic fodder so i thought id share it with the greater fandom hivemind.
(Dont come at me about the holes in this theory btw, i was practically a baby when i came up with this and it was one of my first attempts at theory-crafting. Trust me, ive come a long way since then)
Anyway, the theory goes like this:
While in the lighthouse, Dr. Julien builds a replica of his son. But try as he might to get it to turn on, it never actually works. Whatever special spark brought the first Zane to life is inexplicably absent from this one. So he locks it away in his basement, and never gives it the light of day again. This is the reason Dr. Julien never told Zane about Echo, or brought him with them - because at the time, Echo wasnt even functional. Wouldnt even turn on. Was nothing more than a lifeless shell collecting rust in the basement.
So how, then, did Echo become sentient by season 6? Great question! But uhh heres where the theory kinda starts to go off the rails. So buckle up, folks.
Basically the theory goes that when Zane died at the end of s3, his soul still lingered in Ninjago. And his disembodied spirit eventually found itself drawn to a vessel that was similar to the one he'd lost - one his father had built yet long abandoned. But his new body lacked the memory storage contained within his old one, and his resurrection effectively gave him almost complete amnesia. All he could remember was his name and his purpose (to protect those who cannot protect themselves).
Meanwhile, when Titanium Zane says hes a replica, hes actually completely right about that. Some fragments of his code left behind from his visit to the Digiverse gained sentience and inherited Zane's elemental power, creating the Zane we know and love today.
But the original Zane, the one that died fighting the Overlord, actually ended up becoming Echo Zane. Which then would have explained why Zane had so many holes in his memories after being resurrected, and why his sixth sense became much less active as well - he was only made from fragments of the real Zane's code, after all.
Now, as the big smart grownup i am today, i can look back at this theory my baby self had crafted and poke about a million holes into it. But...idk, i always feel nostalgic about this theory in spite of all that. Not just bc it was one of my first fan theories ever, but also bc it would have such fascinating narrative implications if true.
Like, the idea of Mr. E being Echo? Well, if we apply that to the concept of Echo being the Original Zane, then his hatred for Current Zane takes on a whole new dimension. It also gives me a lot of emotions about the whole Ice Emperor situation, as well as Zane's apparent discomfort towards his own statue.
And what kind of position does that put the rest of the gang in? If they had to choose between saving one or the other - the Zane who died for you, or the Zane who lives for you - which one would they choose? Could they choose? How long do you have to love a replica before it starts to feel more authentic than the original? And in that case, who becomes the 'real' zane? The one you love, or the one you lost?
Again. This theory has more holes in it than the Titanic. Cut me some slack, i was an idiot child and also a novice at making theories. But giving credit where its due, i do think it at least raises some interesting concepts. And Ive always casually wondered what would happen if it turned out to be true.
Like i said. Fanfic fodder.
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lynxgriffin · 13 days
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Gift art be upon ye
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Context: Those four some how got into the timeline (for even more context: Spamton, Jevil, Hycrisik, and Spree Blitz (their ‘in the pocket’ counterparts btw, can travel between AU’s and accidentally came across Eldritchrune) and Spamton is about to use Jevil as Shark Bait (He saw Susie and is shitting enough bricks to build an replica of San Francisco internally)
I unfortunately do not know some of these characters, but uh oh, they're probably in for a good deal of trouble here!
Thank you so much for the art!!
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kathaynesart · 8 months
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I was rereading through Replica from the beginning, and I just need to say how much I adore your storytelling on top of the amazing art. You've done such a fantastic job with the characters, and the way you've fleshed out the apocalyptic world around is amazing.
And just....the way that they have hope, and built a level of stability among the destruction. But, since we, the readers, know the ultimate end, (plus the implications that you've set up) it adds a level of tragedy in a way that makes it all more meaningful.
It reminds me of a Cold War song called "We Will All Go Together When We Go" by Tom Lehrer. It's from 1959 (or close?) about the inevitably of nuclear war, since at the time (and various other times throughout the Cold War) death by nuke was an accepted fact of life, and that once they've been dropped, no one will have to worry about funerals because everyone will be gone. So, there's a ironic level of optimism, or even dark humor, to it all.
Instead of losing hope in the dread and doom of it all, stories like yours make the good parts all the more precious.
Sorry for the rambling, but I just needed to get that out of my head 🧡 (you don't have to reply to this, btw 💚 just wanted to share my appreciation for your art💜)
Thank you so much. Not to get too real for a moment, but this means a lot to me. My parents lived through the Cold War and my dad would tell me stories of growing up in a time when an atomic world war was not an “if” but a “when” and how they all knew even as kids that hiding under their desks at school would not save them. It felt like living on borrowed time.
I think about that still sometimes. Growing up like that. It makes me think of kids like Casey Jr and kids in the present real world that have had to deal with the very real end of their world, however big or small.
It makes my chest feel heavy but at the same time it’s amazing how some of those people come out the other side still so hopeful and grateful for what they do have. That’s a feeling I really wanted to capture with Replica and focus on those moments of joy and endurance in those harsh times. I’m so glad that feeling came through for you!
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ghostatas · 5 months
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OK, theory time Bois (except its not a real theory it's just a cool idea and I want angst)
So we all basically think those black and green structures are like portals right, or some way to communicate with another dimension?
What if, eventually, each parent has to go into a ring/portal as a trial (like quackity said ooc) and face something- whether this leads to the eggs or not is up yo you to decide
This trial can be anything, but my main ideas for it is it shows them
1. Their past,
2. A possible future (most likely where the eggs are dead/ doomsday or something of the likes),
3. Themselves- something like where they have to fight an exact copy of themselves and try to find a way to beat them (which, BTW, is great for character growth and is anime protagnist as FUCK and sounds cool as shit- can't be done for etoiles tho cuz none of the admins can imitate his pvp skill LOL- but off track)
ANYWAYS, onto the main point, FITMC
Fit motherfucking MC, gets the first option of seeing his past.
2b2t, the place he tried so hard to escape. Oh boy. (It'll only be a replica, he still can't use hacks, there's no one there and there's very minute differences but he's too out of it to realise :] )
When he first enters the portal, it takes him a few seconds to truly realise where he is, but when he does he fucking CRUMBLES. That man's walls break faster than my will to live. He immediately starts panicking, and his panic even overpowers his worry about ramon for a second. Its all just 'I can't be back here, I tried so hard to leave, anywhere but here, please'
I feel like his time at Quesadilla Island softened him, distanced him from his past and made it easier to ignore all the shit he's been through. He became happy, he was safe and he was doing good! Still very emotionally constipated and just not even processing the trauma he's experienced as trauma, but as good as he can be despite that. So when he realises he's back in 2b2t all those decades of shit he's been through comes crashing down all at fucking once. So yeah, he goes through it.
His first instinct is to make one of those tiny, reinforced obsidian and hide. Once he's in he just sits down and... tries to process. Tries.
It takes him a very long while to calm down, but only to think properly. The only thing that gets him to stop panicking about his own situation is trying to find ramon, or any clues, because GOD FORBID ramon is also trapped in here, it's the only thing worse than being there himself.
From there he can think more clearly. He has a goal so he pushes all the other shit back down and locks it up for later- he's got his boy to find. At this point he realises there's none of the usual explosions or noise that's usually very common in 2b2t, he checks and sees his hack client is not working still so yeah, odd. He's still very shaken and more vigilant than usual, but he can actually go out and investigate and think now so he goes and does that.
Does he find Ramon? Idk, I didn't think this far.
Well, I did, but maybe not the way I would want it to go. Imagine he finds Ramon, who's fighting a shit tone of mobs. Fit's just desperate to get him to safety, so he doesn't get much time to actually look over his boy or talk to him or anything. Maybe there's a time limit on how long they can stay in this dimension or something, but the portal back is not too far away and it is slowly getting smaller and smaller.
Fit is leading Ramon to the portal, all the while fending off the barage of mobs. Ramon, thankfully, gets to the portal in time, safely. Everyone's at spawn waiting for them, looking over Ramon and making sure he's OK.
Fit does not make it in time.
He is stuck in 2b2t for the foreseeable future, and he can do nothing but wait, just like he always does. Just waiting. Waiting.
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dballzposting · 8 months
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PSA for everyone who hasn’t actually seen the original dragon ball
- We find out near the end of it that Goku’s Nyoibou/Power Pole was actually originally the material that connected the top of Korin’s tower to the bottom of Kami’s Lookout. Goku uses it to access Kami’s Lookout for the first time, putting it back in its rightful place. It was originally given to Roshi by Korin because Roshi kept “pestering him about it,” and because Korin didn’t think that there would ever be anyone who was fit enough to see Kami so there needn’t really be a path there. and Roshi then passed it on to Goku’s Grandpa Gohan, who passed it onto Goku from there. THIS IS WHY HE DOES NOT HAVE NYOIBOU IN DBZ - It’s still there between Korin’s Tower and Kami’s Lookout !! You can see it even. I know you’ve noticed it 
- Goku’s Kinto-un/Nimbus in DBZ is not the one that he had originally gotten from Roshi. That one got destroyed, and Korin let Goku have another hunk of cloud from the greater Kinto-un mass.
- Bulma’s Dragon Radar in DBZ is not the original either - she had to build a few throughout Dragon Ball, and there were a few foreign replicas too.
- The moon is not even the original. Roshi blew up the first one, and then later Kami-sama reinstated it, and as you know Piccolo blew that one up in Z. And then I guess that was our last chance and don’t get a moon ever again.
- Shen Long himself also died and was resurrected in Dragon Ball.
- Oolong came in in the first arch and was mildly useful in that he had the ability to temporarily transform into creatures and objects. He very quickly just becomes a pig in suspenders so you’re not missing much there. 
- Yeah there’s no story for Puar either. S/he is just Yamucha’s little companion. Heart <3
- Launch is present for most of dragon ball, and she doesn’t really do much that’s narratively significant, but she’s awesome and is essential for the mood.
- Yamucha loses relevance early in Dragon Ball as well as in DBZ. About halfway through. It’s cool though.
- We don’t know how Yamucha got those scars exactly. He didn’t have them for most of the series and then at the end, after a three-year jump leading into the final arch, he just shows up with a ponytail and facial scars. And nobody asks. And we’re all cool with it
- Tenshinhan & Chaozu are introduced as villains initially, and Ten’s shift from his ruthless bloodthirsty priorities into his more authentic virtues of self-improvement and goodness is why he is so cool ...
- BTW Chaozu and Tenshinhan’s friendship bond is NOT spoken about AT ALL but it is undeniably the STRONGEST and most RELIABLE bond in all of dragon ball...WITHOUT fanfare. We needn’t know why .. isn’t it enough to just accept beauty as it comes
- in DBZ everybody flies around as a basic prerequisite but honestly truly when Tenshinhan and Chaozu first roll up with that shit in dragon ball it’s a big deal. But also not because everyone gets on fine without it
- When Krillin first shows up he’s kind of an arrogant dickhead and even throughout the series he’s still a little cocky. In Z he’s so ... Human and Real. And it’s because he’s grown authentically as a person
- Yes the Red Ribbon Army was a big deal for a long time. But who give a shit. Not Goku. he slaughtered them 
- Yajirobe is not a joke when he first appears - he is self-assured, self-righteous, and self-sufficient. He is able to keep up with Goku when they first meet, and he accompanies Goku briefly (and reluctantly) on an epic swag adventure. It’s really sweet actually. I love Yajirobe
- Whenever Yajirobe is on screen we are unfortunately on a 24/7 Gooch Watch. It’s like they wanted to see just how many times they could get away with showing us Yajirobe’s gooch. It’s like Toriyama was just really passionate about showing us Yajirobe’s gooch
- Ninja Murasaki
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- The Senzu Beans don’t just heal your wounds and rejuvenate you - they keep you full for 9 (and later said as 10) days. This was said a few times but never actually taken advantage of. Goku and Yajirobe are both ravenous beasts so the beans just weren’t enough for them. In Z this detail seems to have been dropped entirely
Feel free to add more <3
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mdhwrites · 4 months
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From your previous ask, about Hunter: "It especially is good for kid's media because while the clone can struggle with the anxiety of it, their friends never have to actually be bad or discriminatory against them because the point is loving yourself for who you are and not who you were made to be."
Personally I think a story in which the clone's friends become mad/discriminatory after the reveal CAN work, on a condition.
If the clone's original is, in fact, their friend's friend, said friends have all the reasons to be mad/shocked at the clone for essentially taking their place***. The friends would not only have to confront an 'impostor', but also deal with the loss of their 'real' friend, meanwhile also needing to reassure the clone they're still valid as their own person (if they also weren't aware obviously).
All of these conflicting emotions can create some compelling narratives imho, and there's not a 'standard' resolution that makes it all go back to normal.
(Btw it's one of those 'what if' post-story aspects that fascinate me about a certain other animated show's finale)
*** Now that I mention it, there's Vee in TOH. Whose potential is thrown in the garbage in the same episode she gets revealed, since neither Camila nor Luz delve into how messed up it is that someone just took Luz's place, and nobody was too concerned about it
It is absolutely a compelling narrative! It's actually theoretically part of the anxiety that Fallout 4 specifically tries to address with its Synths plot. Robots and automatons who are made to be as close to perfect replicas to the original that only the functions specific to them being robots reveals what they are. Otherwise, they appear to entirely be the person you once knew and even cares about you the same way.
Evil clones or even hypnosis are also one episode concepts that plenty of kid's shows might do to shake things up and mess with the character's heads as suddenly one of them isn't acting in their best interest. Just as a fun fact: I actually did a short lived possession thing where Boscha was consumed by a helpful voice in her head. They pushed her to be nicer, make good even with those who treat her poorly and to also let Luz touch her because she specifically only let Amity do that. She was found out once she consumed Boscha entirely because she doesn't say the F word and in the story she was the only one allowed to say it.
Even the death of one you care about isn't new, either in what you described or in other variants. Many a fantasy villain, especially necromancers, have promised the return of loved ones to them in one way or another, with usually the heroes saying that the version they would create or bring back wouldn't be them or that they wouldn't accept them anymore because accepting the offer is inherently a betrayal of the deceased loved one's morals. Or hell, they DO take it and become a pawn until someone else makes them see reason.
Clones, replacement, etc. like that of characters just has a lot of possibility space which is why they're such a beloved trope that's been work shopped in so many ways. Those who consume more speculative fiction than me have probably WAY more angles and the like than I'm even bringing up here.
Now just to address each: I think Anne being a clone isn't as bad for many because it was effectively a revival. It's still Anne through and through after all so while sure, it's a cloned body, it's kind of implied to still have Anne's soul which makes sense with the Guardian's desire to have her take his position. Can that still have angst in and of itself? ABSOLUTELY. Just dealing with the existential crises of having died at all, or the terror that those around you might of ever having to see that again, is absolutely a thing and its own set of anxieties that would be true without the claim of Anne being a clone.
Meanwhile, Vee doesn't technically lose her potential in Yesterday's Lie. Luz finding her convenient is a good excuse for even the most cynical as to why she doesn't get mad at Vee. I of all people don't even consider it a mark against Luz because she had worried about her mom in the past in this regard so her being relieved that her mom hadn't spent months thinking she was dead is honestly just reasonable. Camila is... More complicated. For the fact that Vee and Camila are both side characters more than anything, I think keeping their relationship was honestly for the best. There's no reason to spend an entire episode making us sympathize with Vee only for her then to be tossed to the side or no longer have a home. Honestly, her potential was likely mostly kneecapped indeed by the shortening but also like... Her having to deal with Luz just stepping back into her place would have probably just been one episode anyways and end with everyone happy and okay with it, or claiming they need time but then being immediately fine anyways, because that's just how this show deals with the vast majority of its more complex issues. Anne holds a grudge against Hop Pop about the musical box longer than anyone holds a grudge in TOH. Well, except maybe Luz against herself.
But yeah, clones, bodysnatchers, etc. like that are just really neat because they deal with some really primordial fears we have as a species which makes their potential close to unlimited so long as you're willing to actually do something with them.
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desires-of-chain · 1 year
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So… I’ve been lurking… and I’ve had this idea ever since you made that post about being on a Sky binge (I’m like weeks late, but shhhhh! That’s details!)
And even if my loyalty stays completely with Wars (I’m so in love with this man it’s not even funny, send help /hj), I am here to feed the horny Sky simps today!
So, here’s the idea: I remember seeing a post about ancient dildos and that they were usually made of polished bone or wood. I think you can see where I’m going with this. (btw I am not verifying any of this. my internet provider can know I read smut but I draw the line at them knowing I searched info about ye old dildos on google)
So, dear reader, imagine, if you will: Sky spending hours carving an exact replica of his dick (or yours if you have one, or even better! both.) as a present for you. Maybe you use it maybe you don’t. it still serves as some kind of memento.
And if I may try my hand at my very first smut written piece, please enjoy~
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“A-ah…ahhh…” breathy gasps escape your lips as you greedily push the polished object deeper into your needy hole.
Goddesses!
What wouldn’t you give to have your lover be the one pushing deeper and deeper into you instead. For him to hold you, caress you… grope you and SNAP those delicious hips of his into you.
“Mhmmm…” a particularly needy, high pitched moan leaves you searching for the groans and praises that usually follow. For his hot breath right against your ear.
Your lover knows exactly what to do to make you mindless. Where to lick, how to kiss, what to pinch… how to hit that spot inside that makes you see stars-
This wooden dick doesn’t even compare to him. To his warmth… but it’s good enough for now. Feels pleasant too. Very pleasant.
It’s been carved in his image, after all.~
“Nghn...mmhmm…” Gods you want more.
So much more.
Absorbed into the chase for release, you don’t even hear the door open. The man you crave so badly is watching attentively form the doorway, pants tightening by the second.
It seems the deities took pity on you… and him.
“Miss me that badly?” he asks, voice breathy and low. His eyes laced with desire devour your naked form hungrily.
It would appear that all his hard work has been a worthwhile endeavor, if he gets to see you like this.
…Perhaps a tad too successful…
“Link!” you startle, yet the relief and need are clear in your voice.
As he begins to strip, he supposes it’s time for you to be reminded of what the real deal can do.~
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And with my first actually written smut piece here, I have finally, completely and irrevocably descended into debauchery. Thank you for the warm welcome, it’s quite lovely here <3
(on a serious note, please tell me if anything is too much or whatever else and also if I’m accidentally not on anon. also, love your blogs!)
I may visit your inbox in the future as well, if I get inspired, so I suppose I’ll need to become an anon. How does 🐸anon sound?
🐸 anon, I never thought this would show up in my inbox and drop to my knees (once again) to this wonderful meal. This is giving me ideas 👀 though, those shall be saved after the other asks are done.
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iloveyanderes · 1 year
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Shikama doji/sika madu yandere analysis, this is mainly for me and my friend that will probably never read this despite the fact that they'll probably never read it, warning bad words and sexual themes.
This same friend made me read the manga and I have to say no character has such a big of an impact on me as shikama doji gives me, this man is number two on my list of favorite characters, sitting right next to my beloved shiraori(btw I headcanon the both of them as siblings) and I've noticed a very short amount of fics on him, I've really only found one so if someone could send me some more I haven't found it be very appreciated.
Anyway moving on the analysis we go into the first part, his character.
To this day he remains very mysterious, he's an angel like character who's intentions still remain partly hidden, my greatest guess is that he wants to revive his son Mika but Mika is kind of alive? Maybe there's like two Mika's and he attempted to create a perfect replica of his son but failed so many times until we got our current Mika? Maybe our Mika is a reincarnation of his son and shikama knows this but that wouldn't make sense since he kinda was really unnice towards Mika when he was turning into a demon and destroyed his dreams, one thing is clear is that he has an attachment towards his son because he quite litterly kept him in a clear coffin for an unknown amount of time, I'd guess about a thousand years.
He also is very manipulative while making himself seem almost saintlike, he uses people and then abandons him, he seems to care about people by calling them endearments before threatening to kill them and attempting to follow through with it.
I imagine him as a controlling yandere, while also being a training yandere(one that trains you to act a certain way), he's not one to lose his temper but on the rare occasion he does I pray for you. He's also not big on physical punishments, most of the time he'd opt for mental ones, even so he does really not like punishments going more for positive reinforcement. Kidnapping you is a pretty much guaranteed but locking you up really depends on the situation, a bit protective but really possessive.
I have so many ideas for this guy and I'm so excited to share them with you.
If we were talking Platonic yandere I have a couple ideas.
1.you being the angel Mika's twin brother, after his son died he'd probably lock you up, on a tower like Rapunzel, funny enough I could imagine him singing mother knows best,.in this idea I don't think he'd ever let you talk to anyone other then him, he would leave you alone for days sometimes even months, only to appear at the most random times, brushing your hair so delicately as if he didn't just leave you totally isolated for the longest time. He's overprotective anyone that even dares go near you will meet death, you wouldn't believe how many of his fledgling vampire accidentally walked into your quarters and perished.
2. Your one of the orphans he took in and turned into vampires, in this idea he would give you a lot more freedom, not consistently worried that your going to die if someone bad even looks at you, though he would keep you with him all hours of the day, those other Orphans and salves he brought? They wouldn't even have the chance to express there jealousy towards you simply because you have never once left his side, he'd also occasionally wrap you in his wings and hold your tiny body next to him, I don't think he'd let you age, preferring to keep you as a tiny child that he could forever manipulate.
3. This is my final idea for platonic yandere and definitely the funniest in my opinion, imagine if you were his younger sibling and he absolutely adored you from birth, taking over the job of whatever parents the two of you came from, being there when you said your first word, when you took your first steps, EVERYTHING. The funny part of this comes from you, you've always known that your brother Is a psychopath, you know about the people he's tortured despite how hard he's tried to hide it, you want nothing more to get the absolute fuck away from him, he's absolutely fucking delusional, everytime you try to hide from him he somehow convinces himself that your playing hide and seek, every time you run he's right behind you asking where your going in such a hurry, he follows you everywhere and your trying to get the Frick away from him. Imagine you somehow manage to seal him away for a couple hundred years and you meet our Mika and yuu and get super confused about it, wtf is his son here and the weird creation that he made. Imagine just dreaming peacefully, feeling happy you don't have to deal with your brother anymore and waking up terrified when your brother whose now possessing shinoa is hugging you, screaming on the top of your lungs and bolting down the hallway of whatever house you decided to sleep in. Basically this entire idea is you running while screaming and him following you.
Moving on the the romantic yandere:
1. Imagine being a cute little bird he found one day, one of that he ended up liking a little too much, so much that he turned you human and kept you in a cage, a cute golden one only for the most beautiful of birds, almost no one knows about you and it's going to stay that way, he's very territorial over you, being an angel himself he thinks of birds as lesser beings, so technically he owns you.
2. Instead of shinoa getting him as cursed gear, he gets you instead, though unlike shinoa he ends up liking you a little too much, haunting your dreams every night, clinging so close, and forcibly possessing your body just so he could be a little bit closer to you, he's with you all hours of the day.
3. Your one of his servant, you were a slave he bought and you listen to every single one of his orders, when he wants you to kill someone you do it, when he wants you to watch as he tortures an innocent person you had the audacity to help you do it, when he demands that you place your head in his lap you do it. With him you don't have anymore free will, just him only him.
This is all I've got for now, pls let me know what you thought of this and feel free to give me your ideas! Have a great day.
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hanmasghost · 1 year
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“Not my Name”
Authors Note:
Idk where this idea came from but it was fun ig, tho ngl, this is some kind of horror type shit. If you have any questions abt this AU btw just drop in my ask box or in the comments
Pronouns: None(masc coded)
Word Count: 551
Warning(s): Delusional behavior, kidnapping, implied stalking, obsessive behavior, dangerous mourning, drugging, needle/syringe, not proof read
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Chifuyu smiled down on your sleeping form that was peacefully on the brand new sofa. As he looked down at you he couldn’t help but think about how lucky he was to meet you.
He remembers your long hair that was h/c, and is now freshly dyed black, flowing behind you almost elegantly. Your lips that were always soft and wearing a bright toothy grin, now dry and still. Your e/c coloured eyes… your oh so dreadfully e/c coloured eyes. Oh well, nothing a pair of bronze coloured contacts couldn’t fix.
Chifuyu’s smile grew as he took his place on the sofa, reaching out to brush the silky long hair out of your face. His smile was crooked and deranged. It matched his greasy, unruly hair and his longing, possibly manic, look he held in his eyes.
“Oh Baji…” he sighed, his smile never leaving his face. “I know the drugs have already worn off, please stop pretending.” Chifuyu’s smile grew more when you flinched.
His voice was laced with want, need, and absolute desperation. It was so horrifying. You had only met him a month or two ago at the park after teaching some thugs a lesson when he suddenly came up and offered you a drink, saying something about how if you didn’t approach those imbeciles he would’ve done it himself. After that you two had kept running into each other. He was nice, really nice. You could talk to him as if you had known him since your early middle school years!
However, something always felt off. As if there was something wrong about him. You could never put your finger on it as to why until he had invited you to dinner at his place for maybe the third time and drugged your food, the last thing you remember before passing out was something along the lines of “see you soon, Baji.”
Chifuyu caressed your face before speaking in his desperate, and possibly worrying tone as he spoke. “Baji, why aren’t you smiling? It’s me, Chifuyu!” His smile wobbled as tears pricked his eyes. “Baji, why do you look so scared?”
You tried to speak, maybe even scream. You were so scared. Your lip trembled as you looked at the man before you before you looked at your surroundings, trying to figure out where you were, maybe then you could find an escape. It looked like an ordinary apartment. So if you could just scream, someone, anyone would—
A sharp sting buzzed through your neck. Looking down you see that the hand that wasn’t caressing you held a needle in its grip, nothing left in the syringe.
“I’m sorry Baji, I thought you’d like it if I surprised you by making a replica of your old apartment in this warehouse.” Chifuyu frowned. “I didn’t know you’d be so excited you’d scream..”
Excited? He thought you were excited? You’re terrified! He’s crazy! Batshit insane! He’s… he’s… god… why is everything looking so fuzzy?
“Get some rest Baji,” Hey… that’s not your name…
Chifuyu brushed a hand across your forehead, smiling. “After all, Kazutora is getting out soon,” Kazutora… that name sounded familiar to you. “He’ll be so glad to know that he didn’t really kill you.” Chifuyu said, giving you a closed eye smile before you blacked out.
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dearshelby · 1 year
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In your arms | Tommy Shelby x OC
Summary: Tommy never loses the chance of dancing with Eleanor, even if she always has a complaint to make.
A/N: I came up with this idea and I needed to share 🤷🏻‍♀️ I think the way Tommy canonically likes to dance is so sweet so here it is, btw italic is the past (around 1912) and normal font is present (1920)
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He watched from afar, sipping on his beer, she had a nice face and wore a pinkish dress, however, the hat in her head was awful.
Her dress is a replica from her mother's, is it a sin to wear white if she's already pregnant? Tommy doesn't know, he just thinks she's beautiful.
The circumstances of their first meeting weren't conventional, but he was grateful for it anyway, if she wasn't for her kindness, he certainly would've taken a beating from Mr. Clifton from the grocery.
She rubs her hands together, laughing at something Ada whispers in her ear, then she presses her lips together and looks around searching for someone, her mother, her mother wasn't there.
Tommy didn't expect to see her again, honestly, he was a bit ashamed, he's usually not caught stealing and if he was getting something other than supplies for baby Finn, she probably wouldn't have paid for it.
"Go on, Tommy!" Arthur shouts, drunk out of his ass, "Ask 'er for a dance!"
"I will, Arthur." Tommy answers, gesturing for the band to play a slower song.
"You're staring," John stated with a boyish grin, "you know her?"
"Sort of, yeah,"
"Fucking ask her to dance then! She 's nice!"
Confident steps takes Tommy to his wife, she immediately smiles when he gets close,
"Ladies," he greets Ada and Polly, "Eleanor,"
"Tommy," she nods while the other ladies politely smile and gives them some privacy.
He gritted his teeth while walking to her, she carried a heavy looking basket and observed the booths, "Afternoon," he greeted, "didn't expect to find you here,"
"Neither did I, should I leave before you start a robbery?"
"No, I- I wondered if you'd like to dance," Tommy cursed himself for stuttering.
"Enjoying the party?" he asks.
"Honestly, I'm dying to get in that vardo with you and disappear in the hills."
"So I am," Tommy chuckles, "shall we have a last dance before sneaking out on these fuckers?"
"Tommy-" she complains, he knew she had many caveats on dancing in public, "Why do you insist on it?"
She looked at him surprised, nearly confused, and blankly mumbled, "No."
"Right, hm-"
"I can't dance,"
"Oh," Tommy acknowledged, she didn't look like someone who'd carelessly admit to not be able to do something, "I can teach you,"
"In front of all those people? No, thanks."
"We'll just sway," without waiting for an answer, he takes her hand and pulls her to a less crowded place.
Eleanor rolls her eyes and allows him to guide her, the proximity is enjoyable, she feels the heat emerging from his skin and the weight of his hand on her waist, but she'd surely feel much more appreciated if he made her a cup of coffee or read her a book.
"Can I pay you a drink then?" Tommy insisted.
"If you help me find a booth selling blue wool you'd already be useful."
"You knit?"
"My mum is a stitcher, she makes small repairs in shirts and things of this sort and I knit scarfs and sweaters to sell."
"So you're an artist."
She touches their faces together and wraps an arm around his shoulder, in this pair of heels she looks slightly taller than him.
"Tell me a poem," she requests.
"D'you want to hear a poem?"
"Yeah, from your book."
"I haven't read it yet."
"Hm, you'll have plenty of time when we're at the hills."
"I am to use this time on other activities," he smirks.
"What for? I'm already pregnant anyway,"
Tommy chuckles and brushes the tip of his nose at the shell of her ear, "D'you want to hear a poem?"
"Yeah."
"I love you."
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I found this orange metapod dude outside our house in the first rains of the season looking sad, and I didn't tell my big sister (maddie who really doesn't want me to have a mon) that I brought them in to see the place.. his name is frank btw he's adorable. Temptation got me when I saw a few of the robot mascots of one of my mom's business (she's ALSO disappeared this family apparently is a wreck?). It was powered off for routine maintenance, guess they couldn't even get replicas of those things working right all the time. But regardless. chica like the mmm yummy crousiant
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i have laughed over this image for like, a full 10 minutes. maddie thinks i'm going crazy but it's hilarious regardless only other downside is Susie (head of restorations, communications, and someone with a deep connection to the yellow bird robot) is actively trying to get me.
it was so worth it.
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