#Please use your judgement for picking size

[mina-org]

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five you're reading part six!!

Seriously? Fuck this shit

You can’t move the frown, it’s stuck to you. What were you supposed to do? you had refused to go out with sabre because you didn’t have any money and now no electricity, your phones dead, you can’t even text him:(

Soon enough the clock strikes 12, a knock echoes through your apartment.

sabre is here and he’s gonna think you’re an idiot!

This is a great start, perfect.

Before you can unlock the door he’s letting himself in, “love you gotta keep the spare in a better place, ya lucky it’s just me.” Soon enough his shoulders are brushing past yours, heading to the kitchen.

“I picked up some food for us lovie, didn’t want ya cooking for me ‘nd hosting,” everything he does is so natural, it’s like he’s been here before and he’s not said anything about the electric situation, maybe because it’s daylight so he’s not noticed? Maybe it’s because the windows let enough light in? But you haven’t messaged him, he’s probably thinking you’re rude and now you’re being completely silent.

"im really sorry for not texting or anything, my electric isnt on and my phone is dead." you blurt out fast, your chest tightens a little, scared of his judgement, first you cant pay for coffee and now you asked him to come over and it looks like you didn't pay your electric:(

"its alright lovie, just gotta light some candles, it'll add to the mood 'nd add to the mood." he coaxes a nod out of you and you're meet with a smile. "good, now lovie I got a portable charger in the car, can get it for ya? dont want you ignoring me too much alright? and you dish out the food for us, yeah?"

"yes please, that'll be great." you soon return his smile, looking up at him! its perfect, he loves a damsel, especially one in distress(ignoring the fact he and his bros are the reason for it but thats none of your business)

Kyle searches through his car and puts his phone on mute, and changes Simon's name on his phone, doesnt want you to see Johnny simon, and price on his phone and put one and one together. the thought of johnny's tech fumble still gives him a giggle. that man hides his intelligence so, so well.

soon enough hes back upstairs, placing the charging brick on a side table before wrapping his arms around you, bringing into his chest and snapping a picture, "it'll be good for a scrapbook love, 'nd I wanna show off my pretty girl to my friends." he informs you and usually you'd protest but sabre was a breathe of fresh air, he was everything you wanted in simon and you didnt have to beg for it.

soon enough tea light candles are scattered across the table, charting out the new constellations that'll shine over you sabre, no, no, no.

You're getting ahead of yourself, you've known sabre for like 30 minutes? can't plan your wedding right now, when he goes home though? free range!!!

"so um, I thought we could like do a little painting dating, I grabbed a couple of canvases and stuff."

"great! I see this stuff all over 'nd I never 'ad anyone to do it with." sabre responds eagerly, he settles into his seat

"what are ya gonna paint?"

"not sure yet" you stare at the colours and suddenly you've never seen anything before.

"have ya seen the hand one? like we both have a colour and than I press my hand on the canvas 'nd than you do it over mine" he suggests.

do you just wanna compare hand size? you tilt your head to the side.

"yeah, but this way ill have a painting for when ya busy, unless youre willing to give me a hand, love?" he nods, admitting it with a laugh, you notices theres a hint of embarrassment, "'m a clingy bugger love, hope that's alright."

you nod at his words, "me too" you say simply and sabre starts picking out colours.

"you wanna be purple love, 'nd I can be green?" you nod and sabre is soon tugging up his sleeve and passing over his hand for you to paint.

you hold his hand so gently, he can't remember the last time he was held so delicately. the mix of the sensation of bristles and cold paint sends a shiver down his spine but you hold him steady and the scent he had smelt on simon and lingered in his flat it's suddenly flooded him, moorish caramel and rich vanilla, he wants to take a bite out of you.

his hand is soon covered in the pistachio green paint and moving to press down on the canvas.

now its your turn, but sabre is already tugging your sleeve up and a gently but firm hand brushes a layer of lavender over your own hand, you and sabre chat about everything and anything, his thumb gently rubs up and down.

soon enough the painting is done and sabre's got his phone out and taking pictures of you and the creation, saying he'll post it. little do you know he's sending it to simon who's spiralling because what the fuck? you always sent those sappy videos to him and now youre doing them, with Kyle:( not him. sickening. blood rises and he wants to grab Kyle out of your flat and take back his place.

sharing has never been Simons strong point.

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[rosierin]

stem wars | atsumu, osamu, suna

synopsis; osamu can tie cherry stems with his tongue so atsumu, suna and (y/n) try to one-up him.

this fic is part of the off-season quartet™ series! for more, click here :)

It started innocently enough.

The four of them were gathered around the dining table, bowls half-full of fruit, the soft drone of an animal documentary playing on the TV in the background. The narrator’s voice was mellow, British, and mildly bored:

“The leopard uses stealth to approach its prey, crouching low in the tall grass…”

Atsumu had one leg propped up on the chair, slowly chewing on a cherry, fully engrossed in the program. Suna sat opposite, slouched with his hoodie half-zipped, eyes flickering idly between the screen and the bowl. (Y/n) had a cushion behind her back and one of her legs tucked under her, snacking contentedly. Osamu was methodically pitting cherries and lining up the seeds on a napkin like some sort of serial killer.

The mood was calm. Peaceful. Nobody saying a peep—until a rogue thought crossed (y/n)’s mind.

“Hey,” she piped up, chewing thoughtfully.

She earned a chorus of hums, all varying in pitch and interest.

“Can you guys do that thing where you tie a cherry stem with your tongue?”

The documentary kept droning in the background.

Atsumu blinked. “That’s a thing?”

Suna glanced over. “Can’t say I’ve tried.”

Osamu didn’t even look up. “I can.”

(Y/n)’s eyes lit up, her grin spreading like wildfire. “You can??”

Atsumu looked personally offended, cast his brother a judgemental stare. “Since when?”

Osamu shrugged, picking out another cherry. “Since I’ve been eatin’ cherries.”

Suna nodded slowly, twirling one of the fruits between his fingers. “That’s pretty impressive.”

“I ain’t buyin’ it,” Atsumu scoffed. “I don’t see how it’s even possible.“

“No,” (y/n) insisted, leaning forward now, “it’s a legit thing! Some people can just do it.”

Osamu raised an eyebrow and plucked a stem from the bowl. “Wanna see?”

All three of them responded in unison:

“Yes please.”

“Yeah.”

“Duh.”

With all the nonchalance of someone tying their shoelaces, Osamu popped the cherry in his mouth. His jaw shifted slightly. A few seconds passed.

He stuck out his tongue.

The stem was tied in a perfect little knot.

Atsumu dropped his cherry pit onto the table. “What the actual hell—”

Suna blinked. “Damn. He can actually do it.”

(Y/n) let out a breathless laugh. “That’s sick!”

And just like that, the table descended into silly competition.

Everyone suddenly had a cherry stem in hand.

Atsumu was determined. He shoved one in his mouth, brow furrowed like he was solving a math equation.

“How the fuck are ya supposed to—”

“Don’t choke,” Suna warned, already working on his own attempt.

(Y/n) giggled. “Okay, wait—how do you even start? Do you fold it or just like… twist it around?”

“Use your tongue, obviously,” Atsumu snapped, still mumbling around the stem. “What else are ya s’posed to use?”

She snorted. “It’s harder than it looks!”

Osamu leaned back with his arms folded, watching like a proud sensei. “Just takes practice.”

Then, without warning, Suna casually stuck out his tongue—and lo and behold, his stem was perfectly knotted too.

“WHAT?!” Atsumu practically shrieked. “How’d you do that?!”

(Y/n) gave him a look, mocking his tone. “By using his tongue, duh. What else are ya s’posed to use?”

Atsumu shot her a glare.

Suna shrugged, completely unfazed. “I’m multi-talented.”

(Y/n) gasped. “Okay, what is this? How are the two of you so good at this?!”

Atsumu spat his stem onto a napkin, clicking his tongue irritably. “Mine broke. This is rigged.”

Osamu, grinning now, lazily spun his tied stem between his fingers. “Guess I’m just better at usin’ my tongue. No big deal, guys.”

(Y/n) choked on air.

Atsumu’s head whipped around. “Fuck off—”

Suna’s smirk grew three sizes as he brandished another perfectly knotted cherry stem on his tongue.

(Y/n) gawked, cheeks hot as she looked between the very smug Suna and casual-as-ever Osamu.

“What?” he said, too innocently. “Just statin’ facts.”

Atsumu looked anything but convinced. “You both know what yer doin’.”

Osamu bit into another cherry, lips quirking. “Can’t help it if you’ve got a dirty mind.”

(Y/n) giggled helplessly, chasing the less-than-appropriate thoughts from her head.

Atsumu reached for another stem, undeterred. “One more. I swear ’m gonna do it.”

“Give up, 'Tsumu,” Osamu drawled. “Some people just don’t got it.”

Suna tossed a cherry into his mouth, casting a sly glance at (y/n). “Then there’s those who do.”

Atsumu groaned at his third failed attempt, lobbing the seed at the wall like it was the cherry’s fault.

Osamu clicked his tongue. “Ya better pick that up.”

Atsumu huffed, picking up another cherry with unnecessary force. “Not until I figure this shit out.”

(Y/n) stilled, tugging on their sleeves. “Guys—guys—the leopard is hunting.”

Nobody paid attention.

[marlynnofmany]

Sledding

The architecture in this alien city was strange: undulating concrete all over the place, with some buildings underground and some set on top. Everything was painted in wild colors. It reminded me of a skate park. I was curious about the history behind it all, and whether the local Heatseekers had worked with any other species on it. I hadn’t seen the little lizardy folks build things like this before.

Zhee didn’t know. He also didn’t care, more interested in getting our delivery done before the distant rainclouds arrived. He clicked across the concrete on his many bug legs, hissing at me to keep up and not drop the package.

He probably would have liked to be the one carrying it, but I’d grabbed it first. My hands were more suited to carrying this size box than his mantis pinchers were anyway. I walked faster. Getting caught in the rain didn’t sound like a good time to me either.

Then we rounded a corner and topped a hill to where there was more ambient noise, and hmm: problem. It looked like the previous rainclouds had made for some unexpected flooding. A valley with high sides was filled with rushing, muddy water. Heatseekers stood on either side with their own signs of commerce, debating how to get across.

“Can’t we just go to the bridge?” one asked, sounding like she knew the answer already. Her purple-blue scales clashed with the orange vest she wore.

An older female in a similar vest shook her head. “Too far. The bosses want this fixed an hour ago.” She rapped scaly green knuckles on the hoversled holding tightly-strapped-down machine parts. “Traffic’s going to pick up soon, and the rich and powerful will be complaining.”

A truly ancient male with patchy blue scales peered at the contents of the sled. “Are you kids here to fix the water lock?”

The middle-aged female gave him a look that was part amusement, part exhaustion. “We are. Unfortunately it’s on the other side of the water.” She waved toward the gushing current.

Several other Heatseekers stood on the other side, three in orange vests. One cupped hands to his snout and yelled, “Ride it across!”

The younger female winced, shrinking back from the water far below. The older one sighed.

The old male cackled with the glee of an elder who was about to watch someone else do something he wouldn’t be expected to. “This should be good!” he declared, stepping to the side and waving at a couple newcomers who were just arriving behind us. “Step back, everyone! The mechanics are going to do something dangerous!”

The green female sighed again and rubbed her face, scales clicking along with the sound of water. “Thanks.”

Puzzled, I looked from the sled to the water and back. The slope wasn’t very steep. Were there predators in the water or something? Or was she worried about running out of momentum and getting stranded in the middle? That model of hoversled didn’t have an engine. Oh right, and Heatseekers were coldblooded. That could actually be a problem. But only if she didn’t go fast enough, right? These big halfpipe slopes ought to work just fine for that.

The younger Heatseeker looked terrified. “Please don’t make me,” she whispered.

“I don’t want to either, but it’s got to be done!” the older one snapped. She looked over the gathering crowd. “I don’t suppose there are any volunteers?”

It really didn’t look dangerous to me. Kind of fun, really.

When I turned to look at Zhee, I found him staring at me with his antennae angled into a judgemental expression. He rotated his pinchers and plucked the box from my hands. “This one volunteers,” he announced. “She’ll even enjoy it.”

Now everybody was looking at me, with more than a little hope in their eyes. “It really doesn’t seem that scary,” I admitted.

The young one snorted. “Okay!”

The older one addressed Zhee. “Is your friend right in the head?”

“Hey,” I said.

Zhee spread his mandibles in a creepy Mesmer grin. “As right as her species ever gets. Humans evolved swinging through trees, and they’ve never gotten over it.”

The elder cackled loudly at that, and the middle-aged one shook her head. “All right. Do you know how to steer this model?” That part was aimed at me.

I stepped over for a quick rundown of the controls. It was simple enough; this type even had built-in speed controls that required two hands to override. They couldn’t just give it a kick and hope for the best; someone really did need to ride it to make sure it coasted all the way across the water.

(Which did not have alien turbo-crocodiles or whatever lurking under the surface. They promised.)

There was no more reason to delay after that. The two mechanics held the sled stable while I climbed on and found a position that was mostly comfortable, with my legs wedged under the straps. I put both hands on the controls. Then they let go and gave it a push.

“Woooo!” I cheered, sledding down the hill. The hover mechanism was a good one, not even jolting at the transition between concrete and water. I skimmed across the surface with the smell of muddy alien river water in the air, then all too soon I was scooting up the opposite slope. I remembered to engage the brake before I slid back.

The mechanics on this side rushed down to meet me. “Thank you!”

“My pleasure!” I said, tugging my legs free of the straps. “That was a lot of fun.”

“Fun??” one asked in disbelief, pausing in the middle of removing one of the machine parts.

“Sure!” I said. “I haven’t ridden a slope that good since I went sledding as a kid. And this time I didn’t have to wait in line for a turn!”

The Heatseeker looked quietly horrified. He didn’t say anything, just going back to freeing the bit of machinery and hustling away with it.

“We appreciate the help,” said the one that seemed to be in charge, while others took the parts through a door that I hadn’t noticed until now. “How convenient that you enjoyed it. We should be able to get the water diverted very quickly, now that we have replacement parts.” He frowned at the door as if he could see through it to where various clanks and swear words could be heard over the river. “Honestly, that whole section was supposed to be replaced last year. Anyways! We’re very grateful.”

“Happy to help,” I said. “Say, will you need to take the sled back that way when you’re done with it? I could ride it back again.”

He picked up one of the last pieces and tucked a strap away. With a chuckle, he said, “I don’t think anyone’s going to stop you.”

“Excellent.”

The water level was already going down by the time I took off, but that didn’t make it any less fun.

“Wahoooo!”

I could see Zhee shaking his head from here.

~~~

These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

Shared early on Patreon! There’s even a free tier to get them on the same day as the rest of the world.

The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).

[fangthroat]

hey. it’s important to validate fat therians. otherkin. there are fat angels, demons. there are so many of us and if you aren’t plus sized you’ll never understand the pain we go through and the trauma we faced growing up. never seeing our favorite characters look like us. folks treating us like literal filth, making assumptions and feel lesser than them. the violence we face both physically and emotionally. the fear of public spaces and growing up in a world surrounded by commercials ads tv shows reinforcing the idea that our bodies are something to fear becoming. a marketing tool to demonize our existence. the struggle to find clothes, especially when the trend is to buy everything oversized and the larger sizes get picked before we can even try. the painful body dismorphia and this feeling of “i’m not like them. because they do everything to make me feel like i don’t belong.”

i was compared to animals all the time. parents. family. kids at school. pig. whale. ostracized by society. it was ingrained in me since the beginning that it was wrong to be this way. it’s the same for nearly all of us.

your friends, family that are plus sized that are in communities. frictionkin. otherkin. therian. alterhumans. queer communities. trans communities. cosplay communities. please remember us and include us in your community. we face so much from ignorance and judgement. i think it’s just important. idk. i just want to exist in a space where i don’t feel alone and hated anymore.

[trendywaifus]

2024 HALLOWEEN SPECIAL MASTERLIST

❝ WHAT’S YOUR SCARY MOVIE? ❞

WARNINGS — DARK THEMES, MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION, ATTEMPT OF SELF INJURY, DEATH, BLOOD, CONTROLLING BEHAVIOR, INJURY, YANDERE THEMES, DUBCON, PURITY LOSS, CREAMPIE, ORAL FIXATION, VAGINAL PENETRATION, SIZE KINK, CUM–EATING, FINGERING, CUNNILINGUS, UNPROTECTED SEX

04 |SCREAMPIED ! — transfem! ghostface! feixiao x fem! reader. there seems to be a second serial killer who has their eyes on you. but it seems like they came for you for a different reason. will they be a failure like the last one was? (10/6) continuation of — i’m like the wind baby !

preview ↳ you angrily picked up your phone for the third time in two hours, draping the towel over your shoulder as you sat down on the sofa. “ this is the third fucking time you called my damn phone, “ you shouted, pausing some cheesy horror movie that you forgot was on while taking a quick shower, “ take a hike you fuckin’ bum! don’t ask me about what my damn favorite scary movie is because i don’t have one! the last one was somehow less annoying than you are! “

there’s a small pause from the other side along with consistent, wet noises of skin slapping against skin. “ . . .fuck, “ the husky voice lets out a strained groan and laughs breathily, “ keep talking, i’m almost finished. mm, you sound so fucking hot when you’re upset, doll face.”

“ what the fuck? are you getting off from my voice, you damn weirdo? fuck off. “

05 |NATURAL PREDATOR ! — serial killer! jane doe x fem! reader. she craves you and the normalcy you bring into her life. it wouldn’t hurt to preserve it by keeping you in her home. don’t worry, she won’t hurt you if you don’t hurt her. rats aren’t natural predators after all, right? (10/26)

preview ↳ you swat the chinese food aside in frustration, jumping up from your seat, and glared at your unamused kidnapper sitting on the other side of the table. “ is this some sick game to you? chasing, kidnapping me—taking me away from my life to satisfy yours? “ you hiccuped, tears swelling in your eyes. “ and why in the actual fuck do you think it’s okay to make me sit down with you and eat some takeout food after you’ve been gone all day? what, you expect me to “gossip” with you after all the shit you’ve done to me? “

hurt flash in her teal eyes before she sighs heavily. “ do we seriously have to keep coming back to that? i understand that you’re upset but you’ll get use to this, to me soon enough. i know that i haven’t been here lately and i’m sorry. i’ll do my best to come home to you as early as i can. here, “ she says apologetically, handing you a napkin across the table with the pointed end of her tail, “ please, sit down, wipe your tears, and eat your food, my dear. unless, you prefer for me to do all of them for you? “ there’s something dark lurking behind her voice as it lowers an octave. a shiver runs down your spine at the hooded look in her narrowed eyes.

06 |ADAM & EVE ! — yandere! robin x gn! reader. all she wanted was to save her brother. even if it meant taking a bite from the forbidden fruit, stripping her away from reason, her purity—what makes her robin; an internal separation from who she used to be. ( 10/31)

preview ↳ robin straddles your lap, her darkened emerald eyes pools into yours, lulling you deeper into a trance-like state. your body feels relaxed and heavy, bones softening like malleable metal. the halovian woman lean close to you with a sickeningly sweet smile on her pale features as she brings the bitten apple to your bruised lips. there’s voices—hushed whispers ringing in your head, commanding you to take a bite of the apple. you don’t fight them back, you can’t. lust, euphoria and her hypnotic tune clouds your judgement.

you bite into the apple and sink further into the abyss, along with the shell of a woman who used to be great.

07 (BONUS?)| WUTIWANT ! — jason! transfem! acheron x fem! reader. i don’t know what i want but i know it’s not this. these words mean nothing once they’ve left my lips. (??)

preview ↳ ???

[saetiate]

WELCOME TO CORA AND AVE'S FORTUNE TELLING BOOTH

❥ get a love reading! this valentines, cora @saetiate and ave @venustrvck are taking requests! event status: closed

send in: a character + one or more tarot cards (listed tropes) from below + sfw/nsfw preference + any other details! extra love heart! you can also send a kink from below the cut too. received requests here

you'll receive: a short drabble/fic based on your request :)

fandoms: blue lock, naruto, one piece, honkai star rail, genshin, love and deepspace

queer character hcs/reader and polyamory welcome too! please specify gender neutral/fem/masc/trans reader. no specifications will default to fem or gender neutral reader. this event is (n)sfw and dark content friendly!

example req 1: "hi! can I get a sae x f!reader, with the lovers - mutual pining? please and thank you!!" example req 2: "can i have oliver aiku x gender neutral reader with strength: arguments and add petplay please?"

PICK A TAROT CARD BELOW

❥ the fool: innocence, playfulness, recklessness; blind date, games, pick up lines, childhood friends to lovers

❥ the magician: transformation, beginnings, good omen; first meeting, meet/cute, meet/ugly, artist and model

❥ the high priestess: magic, dreams, knowledge; dream sharing, fortune telling, magic au

❥ the empress: passion, nurturing, fertility; motherhood, pregnancy, children with your f/os

❥ the emperor: authority, discipline, stubbornness; royalty au, power play, enemies to lovers

❥ the hierophant: community, learning, rituals; domestic life, university au, family traditions, religious observances (e.g. christmas, pouring sake for ancestors, tying the mangalasutra)

❥ the lovers: love, harmony, mutual attraction; soulmate au, confessions, mutual pining, first kiss

❥ the chariot: travel, action, ambition airport meeting, work-related au, summer/vacation fling, ceo au

❥ strength: courage, overcoming obstacles, urges; arguments, forced proximity, conflict resolution, proposal

❥ the hermit: solitude, withdrawal, introspection; hurt/comfort, unrequited pining, awkward flirting

❥ wheel of fortune: optimism, success, luck; chance/fated meeting, koi no yokan (knowing you will fall in love with someone), matchmaking

❥ justice: karma, honesty, decisions; returning a favor, relationship talk (e.g. talking about moving in together), mistaken identity

❥ the hanged man: suspension, potential, indecision; trust issues, infidelity, caught between two f /os, asked out as a bet/dare

❥ death: destruction, change, new beginnings; lost love, break up to make up, exes, grief and mourning

❥ temperance: communication, healing, moderation; comfort, wound-tending, drunken confessions

❥ the devil: desire, lust, temptation,; incest, any smut (see list of kinks below), omegaverse, supernatural elements

❥ the tower: drama, catastrophe, pride; hate sex, best friend's sibling, miscommuniation, yandere

❥ the star: renewal, hope, rest; easy love, at peace, coming home, first love

❥ the moon: emotion, fantasy, confusion; friends with benefits, late night/pillow talk, fantasy au, defining the relationship

❥ the sun: joy, friendship, prosperity; friends to lovers, fluff, love realization, praise kink

❥ judgement: awakening, resurrection, absolution; fake relationship, second chances, arranged marriage

❥ the world: fulfillment, experience, completion; marriage, growing old, aftercare

if you'd like, you can add or request a kink from this list: oral f!receiving, orgasm denial, body worship. 69, vanilla and sweet, omegaverse, size kink, lingerie, aphrodisiac, threesome, dirty talk, cockwarming, yandere, overstimulation, aftercare, face sitting, fingering, praise kink

get your love reading now! inbox either ave or cora with your req!

extra info

you can add dealer's choice at any point and we'll decide for you <3

you can send any req to either of us! blue lock can go to either of us, and by default it would be better to send one piece asks to ave and genshin+hsr+lads asks to cora, but we'll both receive them either way and make sure to get yours written :)

if you've already sent a req to either of us before, feel free to send it through again under this event

all drabbles will be a written collaboration by us <3 don't worry, we're very good friends and have been for years! cora specializes in dialogue and ave specializes in beautiful imagery and emotion-charged scenes, so it should be the best of all worlds

we reserve the right to deny any req we're not comfy w, we don't think this will happen but just in case!!

[gb-patch]

Our Life: Now & Forever Kickstarter Is Live! + Trailer & Demo Expansion

The crowdfunding campaign is live🎉‼️

Grow from childhood to adulthood with your two closest neighbors in this near-fully customizable visual novel. It's autumnal, it's nostalgic, it's a good time all around.

🍂 Our Life: Now & Forever Kickstarter Page 🍂

Plus, the trailer has been revealed and the game's demo has been massively expanded. Everything is wonderful now.

Create the protagonist of your story: Pick a first name, last name, honorifics, and have a nickname, too. Use any pronouns you prefer, including using multiple types and implementing your own set. Design your appearance using a dress-up doll, from skin tone, to hair, to clothes and accessories.

Take it Step by Step: Experience four distinct periods of time: childhood, teen-aged, young adulthood, and grown.

Live as you please: Express your personality and preferences through hundreds of choices. You can always change as the years go by, whether that means discovering a new passion, shifting your disposition, or transitioning to different pronouns.

Find friendship, family, and romance: Get to know your own mom, your peers, their parents, teachers, and other acquaintances. There’s a whole community in Golden Grove, and it’s up to you to choose your place in it.

Develop relationships that are truly yours: Use your own judgement to set how quickly bonds develop. Grow closer or farther apart as years go by. Focus on only one of the leads or be fond of both, including the option for a polyamorous relationship. You can express your attachment in whatever way is natural to you.

Enjoy a world to return to: Our Life features a welcoming, sentimental story that can easily be played over and over using new qualities for yourself or different relationship types with those around you.

Read your way: Utilize customizable lettering size and font type, two different textbox arrangements to choose from, and a self-voicing option built into the engine.

You can try the beginning of Our Life: Now & Forever from the Steam or Itch.io coming soon pages. It was expanded with new features and additional scenes on October 10th!

🍄 Steam Page 🍄

🌰 Itch.io Page 🌰

So, that's our game. I appreciate everyone who supports us on Kickstarter, gives the demo a try, wishlists it on Steam, saves it on Itch, shares this post, or gives our project attention in any other way. And even before this began, we've gotten more encouragement than I ever would have thought. Thank you so much for checking it out!

[nkn0va]

Helltaker request: Modeus, Azazel, Justice, and Pandemonica constantly stealing their S/O's hoddies even though it's a little big on them.

You know now that I think about it I do envision them as being on the shorter side

Man, I'm really skirting the line between NSFW and SFW when I write for Modeus, huh?

-You already know, Modeus does it out of horny.

-The first time she does so, it's when you're out of the house doing something, she usually sneaks into your room. This time though her eyes seemed to drift over to your closet, and she got an idea.

-She opened the door, scanning for what she wanted in particular before she found a hoodie of yours, and immediately pulled if off the hanger before she could even think.

-Putting it on, she starts to get turned on just by the smell and feel of it, reminding her of you. Just in less wholesome ways than what is traditionally expected.

-She doesn't really give a shit or think about being subtle about it, you eventually find out what she's been doing by the...distinctive smell on your hoodies you soon pick up on.

-Whether you decide to enable or attempt to stop this behavior is up to you, but regardless, she will be coming up with new ways to get her hands on your hoodies. What the power of horny does to a person...

-The complete fucking opposite of Modeus lmao.

-Spending her entire life up until she met you in Heaven, she's not used to the uncontrolled conditions of Earth, the realm of God having perfect, warm weather all the time. She gets cold extremely easily.

-It was currently the middle of December so winter was in full swing. Her normal coats weren't cutting it anymore now that the snow had decided to do a bit of trolling and break the heating system in the house.

-She really, really didn't want to take anything from you without permission, but at this rate she didn't have a choice if she didn't want to get sick, so she very reluctantly took a hoodie from your closet.

-You were larger than her by a fair bit, leading to the hoodie being one or two sizes too big. This does work out in warming her up though, to the point she loses track of time.

-You come home only to find the angel snuggled up in your hoodie, causing her to freeze up before apologizing very profusely, turning red as a cherry all the while. Please reassure her it's no problem and she can do it if she wants, she will love you even more for it once she can get over it.

-Out of everyone here, Justice is by far the most relax and upfront about things in general, this is no exception.

-She can't exactly see, but going through the clean laundry, she picked out a hoodie she'd never felt before, and figured it was yours. So she decided the only natural course of action was to put it on and ask how it looked.

-Does not give a fuck, will casually walk up to you and ask if it looks good on her. Spoiler: it does. She is not the awesome demon for nothing.

-You can definitely trust her more than most with your stuff, which Justice uses to wear your hoodies whenever she wants. It may be sweaty if she wears it after a workout or something but she's at least courteous enough to wash it after she's done without you needing to ask.

-You can't bring yourself to be mad at her, not when she's one of the only mentally sane demons out there.

-She does in fact rock your clothes, probably better than you do.

-Due to living in Hell her whole life until coming up to Earth with you, she's used to the infernal, burning environment, a bit too much. When winter or cold weather in general strikes, she falls apart, she was never one for the frontlines like Justice or Judgement.

Whenever she has to work one of these days, she'll announce that she's borrowing a hoodie from your closet before she retreats to her room to continue working.

-It's easy to sympathize with the tired demon, knowing that denizens of Hell were not accustomed to cold temperatures. It was only right of you to help her be as comfortable as possible while she's in your home.

-Speaking of such, bring her some coffee and put an air humidifier in her room while she's working, she will appreciate that more than she can put into words. Keeps her from getting sick while you're at it, which she cannot afford from how hard being a receptionist of Hell pushes her.

-(And it also helps lower your chances of getting your fingers broken when she's no longer tired which is definitely a plus.)

[lynnaredfield3383]

DNI if under 18. Suggestive theme. Mentions of threesome. Cursing. Not my characters. Random thought I've been kicking around in my head for days.

Imagining Bakugo & Kirishima as neighbors down the hall of apt building. Knowing they own a gym and are both personal trainers.

Sure, they're hot AF, and you are average and fine with that. No way you're going further than polite greetings and smiles when passing them in the hall or elevator.

But then it happens. You didn't notice Bakugo as you got on the elevator with your best friend. In your defense, he wore a black ball cap pulled low over his face and an over size black hoodie hiding his bulked out form.

Had you known it was him the following conversation never would've happened.

"Come on. You know my weird turn-ons."

"Stop it," you laugh.

"Come on."

"Ugh, fine. Lefties, backwards baseball cap & watches."

"Okay, explain that freaky shit," your bestie looks over at you judgemental.

"I can't. I just find those things absolutely sexy okay? Can we finish this in my apt?"

You don't know who is in the elevator with you, but you feel uncomfortable continuing this convo.

"Oh man, I hope we see your neighbors. How have you not flirted with either of them? I'd love to be in the middle of those two..."

You elbow your best friend embarrassed by her loud mouth and shameless behavior.

"Please, stop. I'm sorry for her. I hope we didn't make you uncomfortable."

You apologize to the figure behind you. Head down still scrolling on his phone.

"No."

You breathe a sigh of relief and notice you only have one more floor before you get off the elevator.

"Don't act like you don't wanna be sandwiched between them..."

The doors opened with a ding, and you dragged your best friend off the elevator and straight into your apt, not looking back once.

Ever since that day, anytime you see the two trainers, they have their ball caps on backwards.

It doesn't make you suspicious, but it makes your legs jello.

Your suspicion is raised when two weeks later, you see both of them sporting watches. The sports kind that record all their workout progress. Bakugo, the blond one had always worn one, but Kirishima never had. More suspicious was the smirk they both wore as they nodded to you before you rushed into your apt.

Then, a knock on your door three weeks after the elevator conversation confirmed everything.

Opening the door, your heart jumped to your throat. Leaning against the frame, Bakugo backwards cap smirking. Beside him standing straight, slightly nervous, Kirishima.

"Uh, hi. Something you need?" You ask trying to sound calm.

"'Bout to make a sandwich. Wanna be the middle?" Bakugo smirked arrogantly.

"Man! You can't say it like that!"

Yep, one of them had heard your elevator conversation. What're you gonna do now?

**I know how corny the sandwich line is for Bakugo, but I just don't see him ever being suave. No matter how confident he is, I see him using horrible/corny pick-up lines or flirting. Sorry if it doesn't fit.**

[juniperdugong]

It isn't a competition...

Pairing: Rafayel x GN!reader (suggested that reader is shorter than him) Genre: Fluff CW: N/A WC: 389

Day 9 of To Halloween with Love Event

A/N: My LNDS men are getting the attention they deserve from me with this event lol, definitely taking on something like this again.

"I need a new one..."

"You do not need a new one, Rafayel." You prance your way around the table encircling Raf's waist with your arms and peering over his shoulder to look at what was to be his "next masterpiece", aka the pumpkin that he picked out.

"I messed up! Look!" He furiously gestured towards the gourd, which looked plain and empty, aside from having its insides scooped out and the tiniest amount of micro-sized punctures from Raf's original stencil.

"You've barely touched it..."

"AND IT'S RUINED ALREADY!" The dramatics of this man ran miles above and beyond anything any of his fans could dream of. "I should die..."

"Oh my gosh! If it bothers you so much then why don't you use the other side?" You leave him cold as you grab the pumpkin, twisting it towards the plain side that he's left untouched.

"I ever tell you how much of a genius you are?"

"Literally never-"

"Such lies coming from you today, honey!" He takes this as his time to wrap you into his arms this time. "Wait- Let me see your progress!" He rushes to the other side of the table where you made shop with your own pumpkin and carving supplies.

"I'm really happy with mine so fa-"

"Pfft-" And the audacity of this man astounds you as he postures a judgemental stance and rubs at his chin viewing you pumpkin. "Well, it's definitely a pumpkin..."

"Hey! It's not like we're competing or anything..." You go over and meet him, eyeing your own work with a skeptical eye now.

"Of course not, but if we were I don't think you would place." And you gasp and punch his shoulder with a bit more force than you probably should.

"You know what? I think you should get another pumpkin- In fact, I think you're so bad at carving that you should probably just stop here."

"Let's not be hasty-"

"Let's not be hasty~" You mock his words.

"Well, y/n. All I can say is yours looks dumb and may the best person win." With a hmph from both of you, you return to your little stations and get to work creating the most perfect pumpkin sculptures to ever exist.

Because there is no way either of you is letting the other off easy today...

A/N: Originally I was going to do a Choso Kamo pumpkin fic but I liked the idea of being competitive with a sassy man, what can I say?

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[acexsmhking]

omg hi i luv ur blog sm its so KSBDKFNF anyway can u please write a creepypastas(separate) dating a short!male reader? I'm 4'10 and it fuckin sucks, bro😭 its always girls who get dates for bein short:( i dont wanna be a short king i js wanna be a kinggg n i luv the creeps so ahhh

𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧

(𝗻.) 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗻-𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽

╰┈➤ Creeps! x Short!M!Reader

Note: I don’t know which creeps you wanted specifically so I did all them aside from Jane as she is WLW only!

Summary: Creeps dating a short male reader! what do they think of you?:)

Warning(s): 18+ content, fluff, some sexual jokes, bit of angst, brief mentions of human consumption, reader dying

Tim Wright:

Tim is also short, although I would like to stay average height since I’m also in his height range lol

There’s absolutely no judgement from him, hell he even feels happy to have partners that are shorter than him. He’s a bear of man and having someone he can pretty much toss like a sack of potatoes is nice. Makes it easier to escape with you when Alex or Operator come knocking

Masky though can be a bit teasing, nothing horrible however Hoodie has definitely teased him for being smaller so now he gets to do it to you. It’s like a family tradition! He’ll call you nicknames like: Doll, little love, Dove, and almost anything have to do with pies.. I guess they are small huh?

All in all, Tim loves you! And your height doesn’t change that fact, if anything it’s just something he falls deeper in love with. You’re definitely still big spoon though. He likes being held

Brian Thomas:

This little sweetie is such a fucking tease. Not a lot of people really acknowledge that Brian is actually tall as fuck. 6’4 standing straight. And he loves how to allows him to help or hang out with people. Like maybe an elder woman needing help reaching something, or taking good photo angles for families touring. So if anything you, his love, being so small just makes him feel so giddy

He loves how useful he can be for you, and how useful you can also equally be for him. Since he is so big.. his hands and arms don’t always fit into small spaces, perfect way for you to come in and help him out!

Hoodie can be a bit more teasing. Resting his elbow on your head and jokingly leaning on you, holding something over your head so you have to give him a kiss. Things like that. But he no less loves you<3 you will be the small spoon though he might even move you to lay literally on him

Jay Merrick:

He loves it! He’s so socially awkward and weird about his attempts of flirting with you. He thinks you fit so absolutely perfectly against and with him. Your hands fit, hugs fit, he especially loves kissing your fingers. He often calls you his sweet pea! You both fit together like two peas in a pod and loves how you both balance out life together much like Brian

Alex Kralie:

Oh my god, he’s so awkward about compliments. He tries, but sometimes he can be a bit sarcastic or crass. But he does mean well! Expect dad jokes. Not even kidding. Alex is also tall, 6’1, however he isn’t as teasing about it as Brian/Hoodie. He especially thinks your size is incredibly convenient when he might have to grab or pick you up when danger comes calling

Evan/HABiT:

Evan loves it! Before..everything. You two were so completely happy and in love. He, much like Jay thought you two complimented each other perfectly, especially since Evan is also small! Heh.. smaller than me. At 5’3 you and Evan literally fit perfectly together without looking like some exotic Wattpad couple. However, he can still tease you about being smaller than him, especially since Evan is a physically strong guy!

HABiT kills you some point.

Kate the Chaser:

Well.. first congrats on managing.. this.. somehow. Kate… doesn’t even notice. Doesn’t really understand height difference, all she does know is that you’d be more of a snack to eat than a full coarse meal. I’m not gonna lie, she kinda more so treats you like a thing. SHE’S AINT KNOW NO BETTER

Tobias Rogers:

Yeah… he bullies the shit out of you I’m sorry. Especially in bed?? It’s almost like constant attacks (stand behind me pookie I got you) but he means well! He loves you, truly he just is an asshole. However your height is 100% not a hindrance, he actually doesn’t really care and sometimes even forgets. Don’t trust him to fill out a legal document for you, he forgets details quick. He does find it surprisingly, in some ways, difficult to steal clothes for you..

Jack Nyras:

…um..

I mean.. I don’t think.. I mean I already don’t think any can “take” “him” wink wink, nudge nudge but you… 100% can’t. Homie he could eat you whole

He does find it.. a little.. difficult… it’s very easy for him to step or sit on you and consequently scares the shit out of both of you. But.. he loves you! Very easy to pick you and climb a tree and you use less pelts to make a nest (not that he doesn’t still spoil you) just uh.. have.. fun??

Helen Ottis

Yeah he definitely immediately noticed, he’s just observant like that. But he actually does really like your height. He’d never say it out loud though he doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable or like he’s fetishizing you. He loves, loves drawing you two together <3

Jason the Toymaker

Sly bastard is so smooth with his flirting, even when dating he still makes you blush 24/7. He makes life sized dolls of you… ignoring that though he loves how he can just have you on his lap while he works and it’s convenient. He will NEVER admit that he is a OG clinger, he wants you in his skin… someone give me Jason asks later, I love this bitch

Clockwork:

Oh this damn sweetheart, she again is so happy how well you guys balance each other out. Especially since you can really help her with tiny itty bitty screws. Calls you her saving grace. Seriously, she absolutely adores how much you can help her tinker with things. She has never really noticed how annoyed she’s get with projects til you started helping her out. She is able to relax and really enjoy it considerably more

God I love this woman… my wet dog girlfriend

Jeff the Killer:

… I mean.. he doesn’t really care. I’m gonna be 100% honest. He’s going to kill you some point in this relationship and is definitely going to completely ruin your mental health. But he doesn’t use your height against you in arguments since he knows you could just do the same to him so. At least he comes up with creative clap backs!!

: ̗̀➛ Oh god I hope this is okay. If you don’t like it please just DM me and I’ll rewrite. I literally wrote this, high on pain killers, distracted rewatching MH with Transformers in the background at 3am LMFAOOA — Ace

[scaryscarecrows]

AN: Companion bit to ‘I’m Running Round Your Head With a Bolo Knife’.

Happy New Year! Enjoy some gratuitous violence.

* * *

While Jimmy technically has access to the Knight’s helmet footage, he usually doesn’t access it. He doesn’t usually need to, first of all, and second of all, the fact that he can is enough. There’s the unspoken trust there, the use your judgement that he appreciates, because he doesn’t always get that on a job. Everyone knows he can get into things, with time, and they usually try to keep him out. Not just ask him.

But he accesses it tonight. He opened it up after Mark got the thing off and all that happened, because holy shit, man, even the grainy body cam footage can’t hide that that’s a kid that’s a kid and someone (something) did all that to him and Jesus Christ, Gotham, what is wrong with you–

So yeah, he muted everyone to get a look.

Most of it, he skipped over. He doesn’t need everything. He needs two things: how this happened, and how it ended.

How this happened doesn’t surprise him. A hostage. EMT, facial recognition says, from Arkham City’s joke of a medical facility. The Knight was up in the rafters when he turned up, held in the grip of–holy shit, that’s one of the Abramovici twins, guess they really did get cut in half. The EMT’s clearly terrified, and Jimmy can’t blame him. Even without that monster–and he could give Trent a fight, he and his brother might be able to take him down through brute force–, Harley Quinn’s all up in his business, snarling threats that Jimmy’s sure she’ll keep. If it’s one thing he knows for sure, the women in Arkham can hold their own. They’d have to, in there, but even without that…

He knows where Ivy is. Plants aside, the zombified men are a dead giveaway. There’s nothing left in there, just lust and a doglike desire to please.

…

The boss has balls, keeping houseplants like he does. Jimmy’s now a firm believer in plastic plants forever, fuck the environment. That fern can’t be trusted.

Ivy aside, ‘cause she’s…like that…, the girls are nasty. Catwoman’s in there somewhere–the clawed faces are more than enough to know that, even without the thefts–and the Knight’s files say Kitty Richardson’s picking people off, likely to use as subjects for Scarecrow. Quinn’s no exception: the footage has her winding up that baseball bat for a swing that’ll break bones when the camera lurches forward and she’s suddenly up close and personal.

“You-!” She looks pissed. “You’re not s’posed ta be here!”

The helmet never picks up the Knight’s voice. Jimmy’s not sure if that’s a separate feature that he just never turns on or what*. He must say something, though, because Quinn just shrugs and screams, “MISTAH J!”

The Knight doesn’t wait for ‘Mistah J’. The camera jerks forward in a headbutt and Quinn staggers, clutching her nose. Then the real fight begins.

One of the admittedly selfish reasons Jimmy doesn’t view the helmet footage much is because it makes him motion sick. The boss is fast, he knows that, but it’s different watching him work in first-person. From here, he can watch him pick targets, moving like lightning from shattering that poor bastard’s collarbone to crushing the ribcage of some schmuck on the other side of the room before turning to shoot a would-be runner through the head.

He’s doing well. Nothing new there. He handles crowds almost better than a one-on-one, has ever since Jimmy’s known him. Across the room, somebody finally gets a gun out, but the camera whirls, the screen’s taken up with the back of a head, and then there’s a strangled cry before the body falls to the floor.

And then Abramovici comes to play.

He’s horrifying. Big and freakishly muscular, with clown makeup dutifully applied, and wielding a sledgehammer that’s practically Riley-sized. He brings that hammer downwards and the camera flips backwards, but there’s a stutter. A nearly imperceptible stumble on the landing, one that the Knight doesn’t get a chance to recover from before Abramovici just keeps coming, spinning that hammer around Link-style and forcing the boss to stay on the retreat or get squashed. The monster laughs, that clown makeup making it even worse, and then–and then–there’s a terrible, high-pitched cackle. Abramovici backs down and the camera swivels towards–

–oh, that is nasty.

That’s the Joker all right, unmistakable, but, something’s wrong with him. He’s covered in truly gnarly sores, with like his skin’s trying to peel off, and he’s got a cane in his hand that doesn’t look like it’s for show. But he’s moving fast enough, and the camera takes a step back from him all the same.

Hm.

If there’s one person the Knight hates more than Batman, it’s the clown. Even Batman can, if you’re careful, be joked about. Just a little bit. But the Joker? Never. Antoine says they had an ex-henchman sign up once, and the boss ripped his fuckin’ jaw off. Jimmy’s never asked why, always kind of figured it was Batman-related and didn’t want to know more, but now…

Now he thinks Joker’s the catalyst for everything.

“Baby boy!” The laugh turns into a nasty cough and the Joker spits out a mouthful of…Jimmy can’t tell. Yellow. It’s yellow. “You came crawling back at last. I knew you would. The prodigal son.”

The Knight doesn’t move again, not even when the Joker gets right up in his space, that torn, rotting face inches from his own. Not even when the Joker grabs his shoulders and leans in close to press those ragged lips to the helmet and whisper, “I’ve been waiting for you.”

The Knight shoves him off, shaky and uncoordinated, but it’s too late. That moment of fear cost him, let Abramovici get way, way too close. Jimmy sees the fist (just the fist, not even bothering with the hammer) speeding towards the camera and then the camera’s recording cement flooring.

So. Jimmy will bet money that Joker’s the one who gave him the brand Mark was freaked about, and God knows what else.

Something niggles, in the back of his mind, some bad thing, and he stows that for later in favor of skipping ahead. He doesn’t really want to know, honestly, what they did. He doesn’t need to, and…he owes the Knight that, at least. Some secrets should stay buried. But he wants to know what happened, what finally…that was a massacre, man.

When he picks up the footage again, it’s grainy and staticy. Helmet was broken before the massacre, then, at least to an extent. Badly broken, too, or the Knight turned on the voice thing; Jimmy can hear him now, barely-there, semi-hysterical murmuring that sounds like every long-term torture victim he’s had the misfortune to watch.

“--six days, only been six days, you took it eighteen months before, just keep it together, Jason, just keep it together–”

Jimmy takes a nervous drink. Purple legs–Knight’s on his knees here, then–come into frame and a pipe clatters to the ground in front of him. He doesn’t move to pick it up, but his frightened murmurs stop abruptly. A second later, the EMT from before, looking the worse for wear, is carried into the room by Abramovici and dropped a few feet from the camera.

“He didn’t fix me,” the Joker says, voice mockingly distressed. “Teach him a lesson, Todders.”

That niggling, something-bad feeling clicks in Jimmy’s head again and he shoves it aside. The boss picks up the pipe, slow and deliberate, and stands up. Crosses over to the crying EMT and looks down. Raises the pipe.

And whirls, smashing it against the skull of a man with badly-applied clown makeup.

“Shit–!”

“Thought he was fixed!”

“Get him, you fools!” the Joker shrieks, voice tight with rage, but the Knight’s already on the attack. He gets another man with the pipe before the camera drops and rolls, pipe clattering down, but he’s not hit, he’s just dodging. A second later, the sledgehammer strikes the floor, the impact rattling the room, and then the camera’s climbing.

The Knight wraps his legs around Abramovici’s throat, a move Jimmy’s seen him do with Trent before, and the giant flails, trying to grab hold of him. Across the room, Joker’s screaming for somebody to ‘shoot the little brat, to hell with Hammer, I’ll get another one!’ but the only one going for a gun is Quinn. Everyone else is watching in abject horror.

Quinn raises the gun and just as she fires, the Knight launches himself backwards, yanking Abramovici into the line of fire instead. The bullet strikes him in his, uh, good shoulder, sending him spinning (oof, RIP to the three guys in his path) before he drops the hammer.

The Knight rolls forward this time (oh God, dizzy–) and grabs the hammer in both hands when he comes up. Hefting up makes him stagger, but he manages to get it up and swing, awkward and unsteady–

–straight into the looming clown face.

Abramovici’s skull crumples like paper. The giant body topples under the force and weight, hitting the ground with a THUD as the Knight lets go of the hammer. For ten seconds, the room is silent.

CRA-ACK!

The camera stutters and blurs and staggers. A hit, Jimmy realizes belatedly. A gunshot, he realizes even more so. But the boss doesn’t go down, and Mark didn’t mention a gunshot wound. His armor took it. She must have struck him in the shoulders, where he’s got thick plating.

(Riley thinks he’s got an injury there, Jimmy remembers abstractedly. Says it’s like the creepy white mask. Never again.)

Whatever the reasoning, it just saved his life. While he does stumble, he keeps his feet and a second later he’s turning around even as the Joker cackles.

“Good shot, Harley!” he calls, voice mocking. “Why–”

Jimmy doesn’t know what happens, really. Just that now Joker’s pustule-covered face is filling the camera and the Knight’s screaming at him.

“Shut up! Shut the fuck up!”

Joker doesn’t shut up. He just laughs and laughs and laughs, even when the boss shoves him backwards and there’s a horrifying squelch. The camera doesn’t look down, but blood bubbles up over the lips, black and nasty, and in the background, Quinn’s screaming.

“Shut up!”

Joker’s still laughing, still choking on the black blood, and the camera shakes and shudders as the boss flails around him for–anything, Jimmy guesses, anything to make it stop. He finally grabs a rusty screwdriver that’s lying on a pile of palettes.

BLAM!

Another gunshot. This one misses, and before Quinn can try again, the Knight’s lunged back towards the Joker, gripping the big flathead like a knife.

“Shut up!”

Jimmy watches the screwdriver pierce one of the bulbous, yellow eyes almost like it’s in slow motion. The eye divots and bulges at the sides for half a second before it…pops, fluids going everywhere as the screwdriver goes deep, deep into the thing’s brain, and–

And it stops. The laughter stops.

Quinn’s screams don’t. There’s a nasty crunching noise and then the Knight’s on the ground with her straddling him. Her makeup’s ruined, running off in a mixture of greasepaint and snot and tears.

“You bastard!” she’s screaming. “You bastard! You motherfucking bastard!”

The snot and tears mix with blood when the Knight elbows her in the face, breaking her nose. She reels but recoups, like one of those punching-bag clowns, but before she can retaliate, he’s rolled and kicked her off.

She takes it well, Jimmy has to admit. Bounces back up and meets the boss with a high kick to the face that sends him spinning. She doesn’t get the chance to follow it up, though. The Knight snatches his fallen pipe and dodges her next attack, gets behind her, and clubs her over the head. Quinn staggers and cries out.

“You–hurk!”

Whatever she was going to say is choked off by the pipe pulling against her throat. She struggles, chin banging against it until she can’t move her head, and even after she keeps gagging and gulping and squirming. But that too, stops, and eventually the boss lets her body fall in a heap at his feet.

The camera stays looking down at it for a minute. Jimmy can hear the Knight’s labored breathing. Then he looks up and says, voice hoarse, “Who’s next?”

Jimmy clicks out and slumps back in his chair. Christ. Jesus Christ.

He’ll have to follow up on his niggling bad feeling, but. In a minute. Dear God, in a minute.

He forgets, sometimes, just how very lethal the Knight can be. The recruits don’t–they’re scared of him–but Jimmy’s seen him smack into a door frame before. The cool is gone, after that. It’s been a long time, now that he thinks about it, since he’s seen him really out to kill. He holds back–a lot–in training. 

Jesus Christ.

Jimmy takes a breath, drains the last of his green drink, and figures his first order of business is to rewind a bit, see if the EMT made it out or what. The boss’ll ask, probably, and Jimmy would rather not make him wait for an answer. So he straightens up, plunks his empty cup down with a thock, and winds the footage back to the beginning of the end.

But this time, he keeps the volume off.

THE END

*It is. Jason can and will make verbal notes if he needs them, but because he knows Jimmy can, at any time, poke around, he doesn’t have that running automatically.

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

.⋆｡His Addiction｡⋆.

Kylo Ren x plus size reader

His Choice Masterlist

The crash was destined to come but it shouldn't have been this bad

Chapter Warnings: dubcon turned slight noncon, smut, size kink, d/s dynamics, blood, rough sex, getting hurt during sex, anger, angst, fear, no safewords, this is a really intense chapter so please heed the warnings, no foreplay or preparation, needles, kidnapping

WC: 1.3k

Minors DNI

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

It was lonely in those chambers she was confined to. The black and deep red decorations made her feel out of place dressed in a sheer white nighty, a silver collar hanging from her neck, reflecting the dim light of the stars they passed. The bedroom she was trapped in always seemed cold, especially with the thick metal chain keeping her tied to the bed, constantly touching the naked skin of her back and arms.

She had no doubt it was one of the more beautiful places on the ship but she still detested being alone here. It was always far too quiet and against her better judgement, she was craving her master’s presence. In her mind, he was so large that he took up most of the space, drowning out the darkness of isolation with the light of his haunting yellow eyes.

Sighing, she lay back against the bed and fished the holopad he had given her out from under her pillow. It was highly censored and monitored but she could read and watch small nature documentaries, so she didn’t complain. It had been days since she had last seen the sith, according to the stormtrooper who brought her meals every third day, something big was brewing. There were rumours that a Jedi had been captured by the First Order.

If that was true, then Kylo would be away for a lot longer than just a couple days and she would have to get used to being alone. 

Just as she settled into yet another documentary about Hoth, the lights in the room went red as a siren blared. The ground rumbled beneath her and the stars shifted. Y/N grabbed at her chain and braced herself as the gravity around her shifted and she was thrown back against the headboard. 

She winced as the cold chain pushed into her spine. It was a few seconds before her body adjusted and she was able to sit up properly again. It wasn’t right, this Star Destroyer shouldn’t be in hyperspace unless an attack had occurred. 

Y/N slipped from the bed, getting a better angle on the window. The chain pulled tight as she stretched, waiting for the ship to stop. Soon enough, they did stop and dread filled her veins.

Debris floated past the window, huge chunks of it. Whatever had been destroyed had been much larger than any Star Destroyer she had ever seen and may well have been larger than the Death Star if the stories she had been told in her youth were true. There were bodies as well, stormtroopers and admirals alike, all being given to the vast expanse of space.

Her eyes squeezed shut and she turned away, unwilling to look at the carnage anymore. Alarms still blared overhead, signalling that they were still at battle stations, TIE fighters and Star Cruisers streak by but then suddenly, everything stops.

The alarms shut off but the lights remain a terrifying red. Y/N’s breathing began to pick up, something was wrong. Fear settled into her bones, causing her skin to erupt with goosebumps. Thundering footsteps came from just outside the door. She snapped her head forward, curling her body into itself, shrinking down into the sheets as if it would provide ample protection.

The doors slammed open, revealing Kylo. He had no mask on, his clothes were damp and most shockingly, a scar. It ran from the side of his neck all the way across his face, ending just beneath his eye. It was huge and red with infection, just barely being held together by a mesh-like bandage beneath his pale skin.

“On your hands and knees.” He barked but she didn’t move, still too shaken to comprehend what was happening. “Now!” She yelped as the room exploded with power and turned over onto her front. Her arms shook as she braced herself against the silk sheets.

There was no preparation, no warning, only the lifting her dress over her back and his gloved hands clamping down on her hips and then he was inside of her. Pain radiated through her body. He felt far too big like this, like his cock was ripping her in half. Kylo grunted and began to move. His thrusts quickly became violent, the air around them heating with his rage.

Y/N buried her face in the pillow, muffling her sobs as best she could, even sneaking a hand between her legs to her small bundle of nerves to lessen the blow. Instead she received a growl from the sith as one hand grabbed the back of her neck and pinned her to the bed. “Fucking rebel! Ruined everything!” His hips slammed harshly into her ass. He had no steady rhythm, he was not searching for a release, he was just fucking out his frustration.

“I will find her.” He snarled and for some reason, the thought that he was using her as a punching bag in place of another woman, that caused Y/N to snap.

“Stop!” She cried, thrashing as hard as she could below him but it did nothing more than make him even angrier. 

“Stop disobeying me!” There was a whoosh of air and then all she could feel was pain. The scream she let out immediately pulled him from the haze of rage that had settled over his mind. He flinched as he finally saw what he had done.

There was blood everywhere, rolling from several large gashes across her back, staining her untainted skin. He could hear her crying and see where she had ripped the sheets with her fingernails, how bruised he had left her. But most of all, he could feel the betrayal and the sadness rolling off of her in huge waves. He had done this, he had hurt her because he was so blinded by his own failures, he had used the force to hurt her.

Kylo said nothing as he pulled out of her and turned away, unwilling to see the consequences of his actions. Her sobs rang in his ears as he ran.

Y/N lay alone, her tears long-since dried but the pain was still just as raw as it was hours ago. This, this was what she should have expected. Kylo Ren was still just a man, a man who had bought her so she could be his toy. That’s what hurt most, not the slashes across her back but the fact that she had so easily fallen into the delusion that he had actually cared for her.

She felt like a stupid child.

She watched as debris floated by, slowly lessening as the hours wore on. She could not even gather the strength to pull her dress back down over her naked body, nor move from the now rough sheets. She just watched as the universe passed her by.

Darkness was beginning to grow at the edge of her vision when voices floated through the empty halls. She attempted to sit up but her back screamed when she moved even slightly so she just turned her head to watch the doors, half-expecting and half-dreading that it would be her master who opened them.

But instead she was treated with a small group of people, not dressed like anyone in the First Order. “That’s her.” One whispered to another before a shorter one in the group retorted- “We need to move now, before he comes back.”

Her eyes went wide with panic as two of them moved forward towards her. She tried to lift herself from the bed to run but her injuries were too great and she remained paralysed, only able to watch as they came closer. “If you kill me, he’ll hunt you down.” She hissed, desperately trying to believe her own lie.

“That’s what we’re counting on.” One of them spoke and before she could scream, a needle was jammed into her neck and unconsciousness consumed her.

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Crackship writing exercise from the discord today. An Edward & Diesel 10 (or pre-slash Edward/Diesel 10) fic for @ikoarts and @shikariiin !!

When Diesel 10 first arrived on the railway, the experience was about what he'd expected. The whispers had begun following him like gnats, buzzing about Pinchy, his size, his paintwork, and, of course, his resting bitch face. The steam engines especially looked at him like he was some particularly disgusting bug that had crawled onto their line, their gazes judgemental even as their fear prevented them from being loud about it.

Diesel 10 had expected a warmer reception from the diesels, but oddly enough, they appeared to be a mixed bag. Some of them seemed friendly, but several of them seemed to genuinely fear his presence. Others simply avoided him, as if not wanting to associate. It was something of a lonely first day, to be sure, but Diesel 10 didn't care. He wasn't here to make friends. He never had been. He was here to do jobs nobody else could do, and if they didn't want to be around him, so be--

His train of thought was derailed by a friendly "peep peep" coming in his direction--the whistle of a steam engine. Surprised, Diesel 10 looked up to see what looked like an honest-to-awfulness K2 making their way towards him, a smile on their face.

"What do you want?" Diesel 10 growled, brandishing Pinchy threateningly. He didn't believe in the kindness of that smile for a second; if this engine was here to pick a fight, that was fine by him. Maybe it would help him get rid of some stress.

"Hello!" the other engine greeted warmly, once again catching Diesel 10 completely by surprise. "That's a rather remarkable claw you have there. My name is Edward, and I'm here to formally welcome you to Sodor. Might I know your name?"

Diesel 10 blinked, utterly at a loss. This way-outdated steam engine didn't seem intimidated by Pinchy; if anything, he looked rather impressed. And his expression didn't hold any of the judgement that the others had, diesel or otherwise--as far as Diesel 10 could tell, he was just trying to give a genuine greeting. The diesel was so dumbfounded by this whole exchange that instead of a retort like "piss off" or anything else he'd felt like saying to all those judgey steam engines, he instead found himself replying with: "Uh, the name's Diesel 10. And my claw here is Pinchy."

"Diesel 10 and Pinchy, is it?" There was a beat of silence, and the diesel wanted to brace himself for the inevitable teasing, but there was none to be had. Edward's grin seemed to shine even brighter, somehow. "Wonderful! Thank you very much. Oh, and I'm so sorry for the way that the others treated you on your way in. I'll have a talk with them later. But for now, please accept my sincere apologies."

At this point, Diesel 10's estimation of reality felt like it had been tilted sideways. A steamie? Actually apologizing to him? And not just in a lip-service kind of way either; the diesel could tell that Edward was being quite genuine. Once again, having lost all of his bluster, he managed to stammer out: "Oh, uh, it's fine. I'm used to this kind of thing."

Edward's expression suddenly turned stern. How strange it was to see another get angry on his behalf instead of at him. "Well, you shouldn't have to put up with it here on Sodor. Please let me know if anyone's bothering you."

Then, just as quickly as his ire had clouded his face, it vanished, leaving behind only that sunny smile. "I'll come visit you again soon, Diesel 10. You seem like a good sort, and I look forward to working with you!" With that, Edward pulled away, giving another "peep peep!" of his whistle in farewell as he left. Diesel 10 couldn't help but let out an answering honk of his horn.

Only once the steam engine was out of sight did Diesel 10 feel like he could finally think straight. Over and over again, his conversation with Edward seemed to loop around in his head, always lingering on that gorgeous smile.

"Oh, Pinchy," the towering diesel whispered. "Now I'm really not sure what to do."