#big ol sweet nerd

[shroomerr]

Been thinking about some Nichole headcanons...

Nichole listens to R&B, Lofi, J-Pop and K-Pop. I've been listening to Emotional Oranges and imagining her listening to that so that's been fun

Nichole's favorite games are Baldur's Gate 3, the old Dragon Age games, and Stardew Valley, among some others.

Bigggg anime nerd and collects merch like figurines, posters, cards, etc. It was hardcore when she was a teen but its died down a bit as she's gotten older. She's still crazy for it, though.

Her gaming room is one of those super decked out with a whole custom PC setup that you'd see on pinterest, along with her collection lining the shelves behind her + her board game collection.

Huge cosplay nerd. She goes all out whenever she goes out to conventions, and often ends up winning or being a runner up at cosplay contests.

[bazpango]

you're like a celebrity to me

next time u have that intrusive thought just remember this is literally me

[pilots-and-protons]

Re-watching Voyager right after finishing it means going from Season 7 Tom Paris back to Season 1 Tom Paris and being like:

Who is this man? How did he get here? Why is he saying that??

Where is my good sweet boy???

[dazedantics]

Meeting the Graysons

(Ha I don't remember where I was going with this but it's been sitting in my drafts for a while)

There isn't much to see working behind the register at your local grocery store. Mostly you just sit there picking at your nails till a customer comes up and you have to print that friendly smile on your face. But there are days where you get to see some interesting people.

Like the family of eight that comes in all rowdy and shrieking as their tired mother pushes the cart. Or the quiet old man with his pampered ol' bulldog who never says a word and has a look in his eye that you just know means he's committed something long ago and would hunt you down if you ever found out. Or the entitled old ladies who point their sharp maroon nails at you while they drone on about why they should be given some big discount that you don't particularly hear word for word. Or that clean cut older gentleman who smiles under his thick mustache and says something so out of date but his voice is just so deep and dreamy that can't even remember what your name even is anymore.

Your bubble pops abruptly as you notice his ocean blue eyes watching you for longer than necessary. I mean, really, what ever will you do if he's to keep his attention so dashingly on you like that? Oh, wait- he's handing you money.

Oops.

Let's just check what exactly it costs again on the screen. That shirt looks very tight around his chest. Did he buy a lot? Around his arms too. You didn't even notice you'd been scanning and bagging his items the whole time. He's very muscular isn't he? What did he buy? Not that you'd mind finding out just how strong he was. Was he the fresh only, organic, let's save the planet type of guy? That's a very nice ring on his left hand's finger. Or was he- wait. OH MY GOD HE'S MARRIED?!

Nooo! How are you supposed to get that fairy tale ending now? He's supposed to be that hot corporate type who'd fall in love with you and whisk you away from your job to live the posh life with him! Cause he'd say "you're much to gorgeous to be working in a place like this!" And honestly, who could argue with that logic? Then he'd- oh, wait he's leaving. Out the door annnnd ... gone.

Dang it.

Well, there go your chances of living your dreams. Back to the same old creepsters tweakin' out in the back of the store. You didn't even catch the guy's name.

Oh well.

At least you'd have some fantasy fuel to live on for a week.

And so, you sit there again. Sighing and dissociating as the days go on, customers coming and going, paying as much attention to you as you do to them. Counting the minutes till you can ditch this place once and for all. And ... oh look, some nerd is stammering trying to buy something.

He's ... actually kinda cute. In a "couldn't exactly sweep you off your feet but could still make you swoon" typa way.

You gave him the store's default greeting. Definitely nice to look at, boyish charm exuded from his button up/sweatshirt combo. You scanned his items steadily. Yeah ... you could see a sweet future with this guy. You smiled as he started going on about something you hoped you wouldn't need to give an answer to. A few small picnics in the park, bookstore and museum dates, listening to him rant about stuff you don't understand. You nodded politely as he kept going on, digging into his pockets. Ooh, or maybe you'd have to be the one whisking him away from from his mundane life, flustering him with those smooth lines you've heard and making him be the one to imagine all the scenarios that you'd do, staring into his chocolaty brown eyes all day. And also- wait. Oops ... there he goes too.

And without a name either.

Maybe you should start to introduce yourself first, so whatever dreamboat you meet next feels inclined to give theirs.

You end up doing that for a bit, but a few of the customers remind you why you're always hiding your name tag under your work vest. I mean, couldn't the weirdos who stalk you from beyond the sliding doors be good-looking? At least then it would be easier for you to develop stockholm syndrome if they decide to ever knock you out behind the dumpsters at night.

Oh, another customer.

You scan her items and ... dang it! Why have so many of your customers been much more charming than you lately? This woman was all sleek business on the outside but sweet and considerate as she speaks to you. She sifts through her purse, rambling on about her family. Figures. Of course she'd have a family. Oh, but that means she probably prides herself on being wise, so maybe she'd be willing to give you life advice? You smile and nod, not sure what exactly you could say to relate to her story. Yeah, cause then she'd invite you to her house so she could be thorough with her explanations. She laughs softly, coffee brown eyes accompanied by tired bags under them. Ooh, and then you could offer to help her out with her kids and stuff! Then she'd be all grateful for you and thennnn- there she goes too.

Aw man, you thought with all her chatting she'd be those types to stick around long after getting her things bagged.

And no name again too.

Are you always destined to drop the ball before you ever even picked it up?

Alas, till one of those three romancers of yours decided to visit this store again, you had to make due with the delicately memory of them, carefully preserved in your head.

And hey, maybe you'd go out one day and run into them again.

And you wouldn't be silenced by your corporate hospitality. No, this time, you'd get their names.

And then you'd be able further lay out the plot of your heavily detailed imagined future with them.

[staarriezz]

HIII I LOVE YOUR LAST DOTTIE FIC. can i pls. request. akademiya zandik smut? he’s a huge loser.. like… huge nerd, he doesn’t talk to anyone, has never felt the touch of a woman…. soooooo when he gets a massive crush, his feelings for them are so intense, poor baby doesn’t know what to do the first time he gets a big ol boner thinking about her :( and so he experiments… rubs one out to the thought of her… and has like a whole epiphany

thank uuu!!

YAYAYA I LUV THIS REQUEST!! akademiya zandik rots my brain ughghghgh he’s such a loser i love him

i luv how this is turning into a zandik blog LOLS

dottore x reader — an unexpected discovery

pairing: dottore x reader

genre: smut

warnings: nsfw! 18+ content! minors dni

word count: ~1.4k

zandik had never been one for distractions.

his life revolved around progress— an endless pursuit of knowledge that left no room for frivolous indulgences. while others at the akademiya wasted time socializing, he remained fixated on his research, on theories and experiments that would one day revolutionize the world.

but lately, something had disrupted his focus.

you.

it had started subtly. a lingering glance when you passed him in the halls, an unfamiliar warmth spreading through his chest when you sat beside him in lectures, an annoying awareness of your presence even when he was supposed to be concentrating on something else.

at first, he dismissed it. It was nothing. a mere anomaly, one that would pass with time.

except it didn't.

he had never spoken much to his peers— most either feared him or ridiculed him— and he didn’t really like any of them anyways. but you were different. you weren't afraid of him, nor did you mock his work.

instead, you seemed genuinely intrigued by his research, asking questions, challenging his theories, engaging him in discussions that left his mind buzzing long after you had walked away.

and then, the worst of it happened.

the first time he had felt it, he had been in his dorm, seated at his desk, deep into his notes on biomodification. it had been a long night, his only company the soft flicker of candlelight and the sound of his pen scratching against parchment.

but his thoughts had drifted.

to you.

your voice echoed in his mind, that smooth, inquisitive tone that always sent a strange shiver down his spine. he imagined the way you leaned in when listening intently, the way your lips curled into that sweet smile when you praised his work, the warmth of your breath when you spoke too close-

his grip on his pen tightened.

a sudden heat coiled in his gut, unfamiliar yet insistent. his body tensed, and before he even realized what was happening, he was painfully, achingly hard.

he inhaled sharply, his hand tightening further around his pen— until it snapped in half.

strings of curses escaped his mouth, grumbling and rising to his feet to fetch a towel.

what the hell?

he knew what this was. he was a scientist, not an imbecile. but this— this sudden, overwhelming reaction— was unlike anything he had experienced before. it wasn't just arousal; it was something deeper, something all-consuming.

his pulse pounded in his ears. a logical man would ignore it. suppress it. focus on something else.

as he ran his hands under the cold water of the sink, wiping the ink off with a soft towel, he tried his best to ignore the throbbing of his hardness.

but the pressure was unbearable.

he returned to his desk with a defeated sigh, groaning in frustration as he sank into his seat.

he exhaled shakily, his grip tightening against the edge of his desk. every rational thought told him to stop, to push these intrusive emotions away before they became something dangerous.

yet, as his mind conjured the image of you— your fingers brushing against his as you passed him a book, your gaze lingering just a second too long, the ghost of your touch against his wrist— his restraint snapped.

before he could second-guess himself, his hand moved, hesitant at first, then firmer, more certain. the moment he made contact, a sharp gasp tore from his throat, his entire body jerking at the sensation.

archons.

a shudder ran down his spine, his breath unsteady as he let his mind wander further.

he imagined your touch instead of his own, your lips grazing his jaw, whispering his name in that soft, knowing tone. would you tease him? would you smile that infuriating, enchanting smile as he unraveled beneath you?

he felt trapped in his own boxers, an ache forming the longer he was so unbelievably hard.

his hands shook and fumbled with his boxers, slowly slipping them down, and letting his deliciously hard cock free,

he swallowed hard, his fingers wrapping around himself, then tightening, his movements becoming more desperate.

the pleasure was overwhelming. he had always believed himself above such primal urges, but this was more than simple need. it was you.

and you were intoxicating.

his breathing turned ragged, his stomach tightening as he chased that unbearable high. his thoughts spiraled, lost in fantasy, in the imagined feel of your warmth, your softness, the way he might gasp if you touched him here—

your name slipped from his lips.

the realization sent a jolt through him, but it was too late. the pleasure crashed over him like a tidal wave, the pleasure overwhelming him as his body tensed and his mind went blank. he had never felt anything so intense, so overwhelming, as he came for the first time, his body shaking uncontrollably.

for several moments, he was utterly still.

the only sounds in the room were his own harsh breaths, the erratic thump of his heartbeat against his ribs. his body trembled slightly, oversensitive and spent, but his mind was reeling.

he had never experienced anything like that.

and worse— far worse— was the fact that it hadn't been just a physical reaction.

it had been you.

slowly, he forced himself to fully sit up, running a shaky hand through his disheveled blue hair.

his skin was still warm, his pulse gradually settling, but the weight in his chest only grew heavier.

this was a problem.

an obsession, even.

his mind, usually so sharp and disciplined, had betrayed him in the most humiliating way possible. all because of you— your voice, your laugh, your presence that lingered in his thoughts long after you were gone.

he scowled at the realization.

he needed to get this under control.

because if just thinking of you could reduce him to this, he could only imagine what more of you would do to him.

and that was a dangerous thought indeed.

[moonalumi]

first kiss w jackson ellie <3

“ellie kiss me…”

an- i wanted to do tlou universe but it ended up modern but i’ll probably make a pt 2 but GUYSS i love els so much guys especially jackson era like she’s so princess bookie baby bear cutie pie angel honey bun

stars litter the sky, moon being the only source of light in the scuffed up car belonging to an equally scuffed up auburn hair having girl who tonight; points out all the planets that are visible that night, to you.

“how can you not see it it’s so obvious!”

“ellie, im not a big ol nerd like you,” you say, sighing frustrated into your seat. ellie shortly following, “i’m not a nerd it’s just— whatever.” throwing her hand up in the air and resting them on the steering wheel.

“aww i’m sorry did i get you mad?” you tease, sitting up and leaning into her while a cheeky smile plastered on your face.

ellie’s eyes widen, her getting visibly nervous now at your closeness, “no no i’m not mad i’m sorry if i—“

giggling you put your hand on her arm, “calm down i’m just teasing you dork.”

she stifles a laugh then focusing her gaze at your hand now rubbing soft circles on her hand. then trailing up to stare at your lips. a comfortable silence takes over as fiddle with ellie’s fingers, and the rings (you picked out for her early in your friendship.)

and although the silence for you is comforting, ellie is flushed with nerves. the moment seems too intimate, too domestic, too loving. so whenever you find yourselves in quiet moments like these, she ruins it. by clearing her throat or teasing you. it’s no different this time, she’s quick to shut it down for the sole reason that she doesn’t think you’d ever long for her the way she does for you. she’s so stupid really because it’s so obvious to everyone that you’re in love with each other. maybe you can say infatuated with each other.

but of course, a clearing of a throat pulls you away from the trance of her touch, “i should take you home now before you parents kill me again for bringing you home late like last time” ellie chuckles, reaching for her keys to turn on the car.

“no no no wait—“ you push her hand away from the keys, “i wanna stay longer please!” desperation in your voice as you try admiring that cute confused face she has.

“what? why?” ellie stutters, trying to ignore the fact your eyes are looking at her like your in a trance.

“because i like..being with you”

you lean closer to her again. elbows resting on the middle car compartment. smiling at her softly.

ellie curses herself. how can she resist you when you smile at her like this? when your eyes look at her in a way you only ever do when alone together. frantically searching through her mind on a way to redirect this situation once again; she doesn’t even notice the fact she’s been staring at you this entire time. more particularly your lips.

“ellie, kiss me.”

her eyes flicker to yours. then back. and her hands are flying to cup your face to pull you in for a long awaited kiss.

her lips moving with yours. sucking in your bottom lip, covering it with her saliva. you involuntarily smile into the kiss, causing ellie to follow, causing a sweet tender calculated kiss turn to a sloppy, teeth clashing one.

pulling away with a big shmack, you both smile at each other. each other eyes reflecting pure admiration.

“you should’ve done that months ago.” ellie’s hands leave your face, shaking her head and letting out a little chuckle, “whyd i have to do it? you should’ve done that”

oh the teasing. it’ll never end between you two.

[ambiguous-avery]

Sly Grins

Dean Winchester x fem!Reader/You | WC: 1205

Summary: Dean’s down bad for a girl who isn’t even his. Then again... she’s not technically not his either...

Tags/Warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI, male masturbation, no use of Y/N, pining, PWP (Plot? What plot?), mentions of Sam (no wincest), no beta we die like men

A/N: Nothing like some good ol’ smutty smut to get me out of my writer’s slump. Again, trying to write and not get hung up on the details. This is meant as a companion piece to Careful Stares, and the reader is meant to be the same in both of them. Realized as I wrote this that there’s a very clear divide in the way I write Sam and Dean. Read about Sam's Careful Stares and Reader's Untamed Soul

Three Hearts, One Flame Masterlist

You weren’t his. Never had been. Never would be.

Dean had seen the way you looked at Sam. He could see it in the way you bumped shoulders with Sam when you were both studying. The way you would light up when Sam went on one of his nerd talks about the latest creature of the week. The way you picked up where he left off when it came to lore. Sometimes, Dean wasn’t sure where Sam ended and you began. And there was no way Dean had missed Sam’s careful stares when it came to you. He was sure you had never seen the way Sam would look at you while you read. He was honestly surprised Sam hadn’t made a move already. You were clearly into him. And more comfortable with Sam than you were with Dean.

It was because of that that Dean had never pushed for anything more with you. You were clearly good for Sam. And Sam was good for you. What kind of a shitty person would Dean be if he took that away from either of you? Everyday, it seemed like there was less and less good in the world. Might as well take solace in what little you could find.

That didn’t mean he didn’t want to be that good for you, though.

He let his head fall back against his pillow, taking himself in hand, eyes closing as he pictured your pretty lips wrapping around him. The way you’d use that silver tongue of yours to tease him until he was coming apart at the seams. But two could play at that game. 

“Dean,” you’d whine as he pinned your hips to the bed with one hand and sank two fingers into you. He’d have you so keyed up by that point that he could slide them in all the way up to the third knuckle in one easy motion. And when he found that tender spot inside you, you’d curl in on yourself, but Dean wouldn’t give you any reprieve. He’d follow you, pulsing his fingers against that spot until you were sobbing his name.

He groaned, low and deep, as he pictured you beneath him. Sweaty and shaking and satisfied. But still so far from being done. He’d leave red marks across your chest. Because he just couldn’t help himself. Your skin so sweet and soft that all he could do was sink his teeth in. But not enough to hurt. Of course not. Never to hurt you. He wanted to mark you. Claim you. Leave proof that you were his. And he’d happily let you do the same. Let you trace your tongue in the hollow of his neck. He could imagine you nipping at the column of his throat. He could be vulnerable with you. Because he knew you’d be good to him. You wouldn’t use that vulnerability against him.

And when you’d flip the script on him? He knew you would. There was no ‘if’ about it. When he had driven you to the brink of ecstasy, you’d tire of letting him stay in control. Your lips would meet his in a kiss with all the fire and fervor he saw in your eyes when you bantered with him. You’d wrap your fingers around him, drag a strangled gasp from him as you ran the pad of your thumb along the underside of his cock. 

“Where’s your big talk now, hmm?” You’d tease. “Hard to hear what you’re saying over all that moaning, Dean.”

There would be no coming back from that for him. There’d only be you, your touch, your words, your voice. His grip on himself tightened as he clung to the mental image of your hands on him. The way you’d look at him with darkened eyes, full of mischief and desire and want. He’d watch as you’d slide yourself over him, slick and hot, until he was fully inside of you. Like the two of you were puzzle pieces made to fit together. He rolled his hips, his cock pulsing in his hand as he leaned into the thought of how you’d feel around him. Of filling that tight, hot space until you shuddered around him.

“Dean,” you’d whisper, your voice thick with desire and want. “I need you.”

And he’d give you everything. Every ounce of his love, his devotion, his passion. Every scrap of himself that he’d willingly offer up to you. Because you were worth it. You were worth everything. You were worth more. And he’s never let go of that feeling - of being the one to make you feel desired. Cherished. Loved. To make you feel whole in a world that so often left him feeling shattered and alone.

His thoughts slipped. The mental image of you cozying up next to Sam in the Impala flashed through his mind. Jealousy twinged through his system. But it wasn’t jealousy out of possession. No. It was something more. Jealous borne from longing for something more.

Maybe Sam would share.

He stilled, inadvertently edging himself as the thought crashed into him. Where the hell had that thought come from? And why was it easier for him to run with it rather than shove the thought to the side? He had shared everything with Sam all his life. Would it be so much to ask Sam to share something of his for once? You had been with them long enough to understand the true weight of the world that each of them carried on their shoulders. There was no one else in the world quite like you.

Dean chased the thought away by picturing your eyes locking onto his, your gaze fierce and unyielding as you moved above him. The way your lips would part slightly as you gasped.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath as he felt the tension coil within him. Your nails on his scalp. Your legs astride his hips. The head of his cock grinding against the deepest part of you.

He could see it so clearly in his head – the way you would bite your lips and hold his gaze as you rode out your own pleasure. The way his name would come tumbling from your lips. How you would collapse against him, a satisfied smile playing on your features. He groaned, a low and guttural sound, as he came hard, painting a mess over his stomach and hand.

There was a heaviness to his thoughts as he came down from his high. As he laid there, catching his breath and trying not to focus too much on the idea of you cuddling up next to him, a frown tugged at the corners of his mouth.

He wasn’t allowed to do that again.

His fantasy had felt too intimate. It had been too full of emotions. Too personal. Like a horrible invasion of privacy. It wasn’t fair to you. He needed to be careful. He couldn’t lose himself to those fantasies, no matter how much he wanted them to be reality, lest he risk losing you for real. But he’d be a liar if he said he wouldn’t keep a fragment of that imaginary-you tucked away in the recesses of his mind.

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[theunholybastard]

Could you do more era 3 ghoul content??? Anything, go wild lol

Absolutely!!! Perfect excuse for me to dump all my headcanons 😈🙏 I have not written NEARLY enough for this era smh </3

Era 3 Ghouls General Headcanons

(CW - Brief mentions of sex and poly/open sexual relationships)

Omega

•Very popular headcanon I know, but Terzo and him are lovers. Duh, goes without saying.

•Open relationship, but even with permission, Omega doesn't like to sleep around much; not without Terzo, at least.

•Big softy. Biggest softy. Can't watch sad movies. Or happy ones. He'll cry either way.

•Hopeless romantic. Long walks on the beach at sunset, candlelight dinner, rose petals everywhere, the whole shebang. Needs it like oxygen.

•Loves kids. Always dreamt about being a father, having a big family. Like, a big family, 5-6 kits ideally.

•Him and Alpha are always arm wrestling in the Ghoul den. Terzo is forbidden from being watching because he enjoys it wayyyy too much.

Alpha

•Resting bitch face under that mask. He's a chill guy, but he sure doesn't look like it.

•Also loves kids, but unfortunately, kids don't seem to like him. He's just too big and intimidating, and his aura is just a wee bit less pleasant for the little ones than Omegas is.

•Not to mention he's a bit awkward around them. Like he does not know how to talk to kids at all, just treats them like mini adults. (Like "Hey man what's up" to an infant or some shit)

•Has the opposite of a sweet tooth. He will physically recoil if the tiniest bit of sugar is in his coffee. He needs it black and scalding, anything else is like desert in a cup.

•May or may not have fucked Secondo once. Or twice. Or maybe a bit more than that. Who's counting?

Mist

•Genderqueer sapphic (no I'm not projecting)

•Them and Sunshine... Yeah, lovers.

•Mist and Sunny are probs the only Ghoul couple in the Ministry that is strictly monogamous. It's against a Ghouls nature to only have one partner, Ghouls are by default poly and insatiably lustful creatures. These two just happened to defy all odds.

•Very protective. They sre small but mighty and WILL bite a motherfuckers ear off. Quite confrontational when prompted.

•Big nature lover! Especially bodies of water. (She's a water Ghoul, after all)

•When they're having a bad day, they'll just go to the nearest pond or lake and wade in the water, the sound of toads croaking and crickets chirping calming her enough to return to civilization.

•People (Pebble, mostly) have had to physically pull her out of the water because she won't stop recreating the painting of Ophelia anytime she is slightly inconvenienced. They may be a bit dramatic sometimes.

Pebble

•Evil little gay boy. Not really, but kinda.

•Pissing people off is his hobby. It gets him all giggly. #1 ragebaiter.

•He has a soft spot for Mist, they're probably the only Ghoul he won't intentionally be a little shit to. BFFs 4eva <3

•Absolutely TERRIFIED of Primo. Hides behind Alpha anytime hes around. Alpha hates it.

•Takes up a lot of hobbies spontaneously. Literally anything you can think of, he's tried out for at least a week. He's been getting real good at glassblowing recently.

•DON'T touch his drums. He doesn't trim his claws and he will go for the eyes first.

Ifrit

•Loud talker. Absolutely terrible at volume control, if he's not actively thinking about it, he's yelling every sentence.

•Lover of spicy foods, the more tongue-numbing the better. Handles it better than any other fire Ghoul, it's scary...

•Big ol' goofball. You can't take anything he says seriously, it's either a setup to a joke or an elaborate prank. Ghouls will be Ghouls, I guess.

•Secretly a huge magic nerd and is VERY ashamed of it. Pebble is his #1 bully about it. Only a select few can be trusted to see him do a trick or two. He's very good at slight of hand.

•Old ladies seem to love him. I don't know why. He doesn't either. He's not complaining though, he fucking loves being invited to bingo night.

Zephyr

•Fiber glass eater. I am so serious he thinks that shit is delicious.

•Chronic pain, mainly in his legs and back. Lucifer knew he would be too strong if he had full mobility.

•Closest with Ifrit and Mist. Other than that, he doesn't really enjoy being around that many people. Not because he's a hater (like Pebble) but because he's a loner. Fiercely protective over the few he lets occupy his company.

•Quiet. Doesn't talk often, but when he does, he's very direct and well spoken, cool and calm, never raising his voice.

•Clueless. Cannot read social cues, its takes someone starts screaming at him for him to realize he may have said something upsetting.

•Ifrit is always "borrowing" his clothes because he just smells too damn good. He pretends to be annoyed by it but in reality he's actually flattered. He's a terrible liar too, hence why Ifrit continues to "borrow."

Phil/Special

•Probably the most normal guy in the Ministry.

•Hes slightly off-putting sometimes because he zones out quite a bit and doesn't realize he's staring into someones soul. Even when he isn't zoning out his eye contact is really intense.

•Also likes to keep to himself most of the time. Nobody really knows what he does all day by himself, nobody asks. Enjoys the company of Zephyr and Alpha on the occasion.

•Cannot play music for the life of him, which is why he wasn't in the touring band. He tried to learn anything, guitar, drums, singing, and he sucks at all equally. It kinda bums him out sometimes, because he's so damn passionate about music. Its chill though, he enjoys his role in the Ministry fine enough. What is his role, exactly? Uhhhhhhhhh

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[snail-day]

Geto Suguru Masterlist

Fics:

Childhood - Angst WC: 6.6k Leaving so soon? - Yan!Geto The Assistant Program - Yan!Geto The Host - Host!Suguru x Foreign!Reader Hush now, sweet lamb - Yan! Geto Can we prep? - Geto x Reader, Brief SatoSugu mention Suguru's sweet girl Little lamb thoughts...

Blurbs/Thoughts:

Entertainment - Cult leader Geto Thoughts Blurb - Haibara's Senpai Aftercare - blurb Geto is not a brat tamer always - blurb Suguru taking care of curls - blurb Geto with someone tsundere - blurb College Student!Geto -blurb General Doctor! Geto - blurb Little Lamb - Cult leader geto blurb Big ol napper sugu Mean tongue kisser Suguru lets his pet have a taste Geto is an acts of service husband How Geto says your name How Geto does your babygirl's hair Geto is a clingy man Doesn't do the whole video game thing Hard to argue with him But he makes it up the way he knows how Can be a bit manipulative Holding hands Geto on his tummy Geto playing ukulele Suguru doesn't know how to swim Harassing geto after sex Hair stylist! Geto Virgin sugu Biting sugu Yan! Geto x Kitty curse! Reader God forbid you have hobbies Flirting with his wife on anesthesia, Satosugu mention Suguru has depression coaxing him into cuddles Outlaw! Geto thoughts Clubbing w/ Roommate Suguru Don't use teeth Momma's boy Sugu Phone calls and harassing him

Asks/anon yaps:

Little lamb ask - Little lamb ask - sex a punishment? Little lamb ask - ribbon Little lamb - Cult bullies Little Lamb/Eldritch Geto Little lamb returns - punishment Geto giving piercings as punishment Geto w/ so/o relationship w/twins Nerd!Geto Geto ideal type Hush now, sweet lamb ask Butt stuff w/ cult leader Southern gothic geto Geto talking you through it Geto treating your hysteria Silver fox geto Dense Reader :(

[serendippertyy]

MY PINKIEDASH KIDDOS!!

i have been working on these guys for years but since I am ceasing posting on DA I thought I should share my lil guys elsewhere!!

ANYWAYS HERE THEY ARE

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lavender parley! she's the eldest and super soft spoken, so basically the complete opposite of her whole family. she is a therapist and occasional school counselor!!

pop rocks! a natural born dancer- she's little bitty but she knows how to move! a total sweetheart whose big into the 80s aesthetic

shark bait! total surfer dude,, he's not that great at flying but he uses his wings to maneuver when surfing! also passionate about marine animals, although he is still unsure of his path in life

sugar rush! basically a mini pinkie pie...has a massive sweet tooth and is already looking forward to one day owning sugar cube corner! also her design was gifted to me! <3

funfetti blast, sugar rush's twin brother! big ol nerdy kid,, got his cutie mark very young when he won first place at the science fair! fully supported by dash whose also a big nerd herself

[narrators-journal]

Shalnark x reader headcanons

So, I tried multiple times to cook up a scenario that fit what I knew of Shalnark, but once again this bitch beat my ass. So! Instead of forcing myself and stressing myself into a burnout for this fandom or whatever, I’m just doing some headcanons this round. I hope you enjoy them, I hope they’re at least somewhat accurate, and I appreciate your request!

Shalnark is a very smiley type of villain. He’s sugary sweet so often, you can almost forget he’s a spider.

That being said, he does have an asshole streak. It’s just much more passive aggressive and almost backhanded.

He doesn’t strike me as the type to be super overt with his dislike of someone, but if your relationship started off on a rough foot, you’d be able to tell.

That being said, once he’s over whatever has him acting like a douche, Shalnark strikes me as a very loving man.

He seems like a cuddler, for sure.

He’d come home from jobs with plenty of gifts for you too, even if they’re pretty tech-heavy lol.

Shalnark also vibes like he might secretly spy on the reader because he misses them.

No, he does not need to be a yandere to do that, I feel. That’s just a part of dating this dude lol.

He would annoy the shit out of the other spiders by talking about you when you’re dating.

Shalnark vibes like he’s one of the spiders who’s most interested in settling down eventually, so I hope you’re down to get married.

In the same vein, Shalnark doesn’t strike me as wanting kids too badly since he’s in the phantom troupe and thus has a long long list of enemies, and kids are hard to keep track of.

That being said, I do imagine he’s not against at least one child with you.

Back to the dating years, though, he seems like he’s probably the most normal in my take.

Hisoka’s a hot mess, Uvogin and Phinks both strike me as jealous and possessive as hell, Feitan’s a raging sadist, and Chrollo’s a control freak in vibes, and Machi has the communication skills of a stray cat. So outside of the other two girls, Shalnark strikes me as the most plain about his partner expectations.

He just wants someone to love and who can love him back without being horrified about his work or flexible morality.

He vibes like he’s got a taste for computer nerds. Someone who can build him things to use his nen on and who might have an interest in tech to some extent.

Very much he has a taste for a lover with intellegence, so I bet the reader’s a smart cookie lol.

All of this praise being said, though. He’s still a spider. Missed anniversaries and birthdays are a big ol’ risk if you’re dating him. But, he will do his best to make them up to you when he can.

Because no, there’s no way he’d forget them. He vibes like someone who’d memorize their lover’s details down to the exact shade of your eyes.

He vibes like he’d like to hold his lover whenever possible.

Physical touch vibes very well as his main mode of affection. So, hand holding, having his arm around you, hugs, simple touches, expect a lot of them lol.

Shalnark also seems like he can be fairly talkative at times. Maybe not allof the time, but I feel like he’d love to talk to his partner.

And, while he’s not a crazy jealous partner, you can bet your ass that your friends, exes, and family are all getting a background check from the spiders.

If not requested by Shalnark, it’d be something Chrollo would do so that you don’t turn out to be, like, Kurapika’s one-that-go-away, or betrothed at any point to Illumi or the Zoldycks in any form lol.

All around, Shalnark vibes like he’s a very loving, doting, enthusiastic partner and he’d be a good boyfriend. At least, as best he can manage.

[tsbs-shipfessions]

New Moon (Nexus) x Old Moon x Moonlight (EAPS Moon) x Moonstone (Dark Sun's Moon) x Mooncraft (MASM Moon)

That's the entire Full Moon poly. They're all the gay dorky ass nerd of the poly.

Nexus is the one everyone spoils because he's been through some shit frfr. Nexus likes to make everyone watch anime with him cuz he's the weeb of the group. He makes everyone coffee with his amazing coffee skills and the custom mugs he made them. Old Moon's Mug has one of those Magic Mugs that when it has coffee in it there's text that says 'Are you made of Au, Ti, S, Ti, C cuz you looking kinda Autistic'. Moonlight's Mug has gaming references all over it. Moonstone's Mug has a moonflower on it because to Nexus, Moonstone is baby. Mooncraft's Mug has the Minecraft Creeper as a picture on it as a joke and a reference how absolutely chaotic and unpredictable he can be.

Old Moon tries his absolute best to spoil everyone because he feels like he was the worst Moon out of all of them and he doesn't want to hurt them either. Moon like to build things for everyone from sofas to little figures. He's band from the kitchen unless he's making sandwiches because other food that looks like a sandwich because a fae cursed him is to much for Moonstone and Mooncraft's sensory issues. Nexus's trinket is a little star shaped bell he likes to jiggle for fun like a cat. Moonlight's trinket is a custom remote control for his big ol' hands. Moonstone's trinket is a moon (like the one in the sky) plush that he can hug and squeeze for comfort. Mooncraft's trinket is a custom rubix cube that Moon made because Mooncraft seems to really like rubix cubes but most are too easy for him.

Moonlight is the goofiest one trying to make everyone laugh because none of them have had it easy. Moonlight has made everyone blankets because they all deserve some comfort and he's the only one that still a DCA. Nexus's blanket is purple with little stars all over it. Old Moon's blanket has chemistry equations on it for fun. Moonstone's blanket has a moonpie on it cuz to Moonlight, Moonstone is his little moonpie. Mooncraft's blanket has the Minecraft Warden on it.

Moonstone is the kindest and most timid of the poly. Moonstone often gives everyone cuddles and kind affirmations because he feels they need it. Moonstone likes to bake sweets for everyone frequently. He often makes Nexus fudge because he's apparently obsessed with chocolate. He often makes Old Moon freeze dried skittles to eat like popcorn. He often makes Moonlight chocolate chip cookies cuz Moonlight likes the classics. He often makes Mooncraft redvelvet cupcakes because Mooncraft became addicted after trying them for the first time.

Mooncraft was the last one to join the poly and often feels guilty for what he did to Suncraft. Mooncraft often likes to experiment (with consent and supervision) and pull pranks (not on Moonstone he's too sensitive). Mooncraft is the best cook for normal food but isn't aloud alone in the kitchen. He often makes Nexus sushi roles because he knows how much Nexus loves it. He often makes Old Moon grilled cheese because Old Moon says it tases better when Mooncraft makes it. He often makes Moonlight tacos because Moonlight often likes Mexican foods. He often makes Moonstone spicy dishes because despite being the most timid and shy he loves food with hot sauce and other spicy cuisine like curry.

Moonlight and Nexus started the poly then Old Moon joined. Later Moonstone was revived to go retrieve Nexus but joined the poly and was saved from Dark Sun. Mooncraft was the last to join as mentioned in an older ask Mooncraft was looking for a happy Moon. They all live in a bunker that Old Moon got sometimes getting visits from the SAMS family.

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[trampstampbrbie]

What Do You Call A Bunny That's Been Tied Up?

'If only you were Batman...

The Riddler was tied up on your bed, completely handing himself over to you...but you weren't vengeance...you were just some mean ol' bitch who liked to see little nerds cry and make a mess of themselves.'

dom!reader x sub!edward tags: one shot, minors dni, smut, piv s^x, bd^sm, nmcm, rope bunny, snowballing, description of gender envy

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You'd been running your hands up and down his soft stomach for a while now. Here and there, the long strokes would pause below his belly button, you'd twirl the mess of tawny hair and gently tug on it before going back to your caresses. Though that's all you'd done to him since tying him up to your bedpost, he was a hard and throbbing mess, already.

"Please." His sweet voice cut through the silence and his hips jerked a bit as your hand ventured below his navel once more.

You completely pulled your hand away and instead of answering, you merely hummed.

"A-Aren't you going to touch me?" Big green eyes peered up at you. It made you chuckle.

"Baby, I have been." You chided, gently placing your hand upon his cheek. "Was I not making you feel good?" You feigned a pout and retreated your hand once more. He seemingly chased it, seething as you were just out of reach.

"No–No! You were. You were, you were. I promise."

Edward Nashton was a cry baby, that's for sure. His bottom lip quivered as you stood from the bed, completely ignoring the bobbing red tip that was just besides you. He'd been a leaky mess ever since he'd gotten undressed just minutes ago.

You had made your way towards the closet on the opposite side of your room, shrugging a bit as you reached for something inside.

"I guess if I don't make you feel good and you don't really want this, then I'll just go…" you revealed a jacket from your closet, fixing the outfit you already had on before slipping one arm in, "...I'll leave you here and run to the store. I don't know how long I'll be…"

You feigned innocence with your own pair of big eyes at the foot of your bed. That's when he snapped. He finally snapped.

"No! Please don't go!" He jerked his hips once more and you salivated at the sight of his swollen cock moving in tandem. Tears started to twinkle along his lashes and soon fell down his cheeks. "Please? Don't you see how hard I am? It hurts so so bad, please."

If his words weren't enough, then the pathetic, pleading tone he used sure did. You immediately took the jacket off and tossed it to the side, climbing onto the bed and straddling his ankles.

"Please. What?" You spoke through gritted teeth, hands on either one of his quaking thighs.

"Please make me cum, please, oh please–god!" At this point he was a total mess and you hadn't even touched that starving cock yet. He'd finally thrown his head back against the pillow, tossing it right and left and pulling on the restraints you put on his wrists. Your bed creaked for a moment and you wondered if the wooden posts would crack.

"Mmm, good boy. You know I always need you to tell me what you want, right?"

He was blubbering, nodding his head and you weren't even sure he really heard what you said. So, you grabbed his dribbling dick with your dominant hand and gave it a tight squeeze at the base.

"Oh my–fuck–" his voice shot up to a whine, biting his pink bottom lip between two teeth.

You stroked his dick just once and already felt his pulse going wild beneath your hand.

"Oh…" you cooed, looking up at him through your lashes, "...baby you're about to cum, huh?"

As he was erratically nodding, you let go of his length and crawled up his torso. His face contorted and tears still fell down his chubby cheeks.

You kissed each one gently and took his chin between your fingers, guiding him to face you. Your lips pressed to his swollen ones sweetly, nudging your nose against him before pulling away.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do to this little cock–" you had begun to ask, but should've known that he was about to come undone. His chest was rising and falling with fervor, his knees kept shifting below you and those whines–though always this pathetic–grew more and more frequent.

You sat up off of him and saw the mess he made upon his stomach and chest. A glistening so delicious and enticing that you licked your lips, but nearly forgot your role in all of this.

"Are you fucking serious?" You spoke, frowning and gesturing to the cum that settled on his pale skin.

His mouth was slightly agape, moans still wavering even in the aftermath of his own orgasm. His lashes had fluttered closed and he was completely gone, lost in euphoria with a face powdered bright pink.

"You really had to cum out of this tiny cock, right in front of me?" Once more you roughly grabbed his softening length, squeezing it even harder this time. His eyes shot open and you gestured to the mess again.

"Clean this shit up."

"I-I–"

"You what?" You spat and watched as he struggled under the restraints. You could've laughed, you could've been that mean, but you simply scoffed instead.

"You can't, right? I'm the one who has to clean your mess up!"

He started to whimper again and under your hold, his softness was beginning to stand back up.

"Fucking gross." You uttered and with your other hand, scooped up some of his warm cum.

You pushed past his pink lips and fed him his own filth–but like the whore he was, he sucked it right up and cherished your digits in his mouth with a small moan.

"You like that? You like tasting your own cum like the little slut you are?" You teased.

He nodded crazily again, with those big eyes still staring up at you, because you were the best thing to him.

You removed your fingers and slid back to straddling his bare ankles once more.

"What am I going to do with you, hm?" You hum and took your nails up and down his tender thighs that still twitched every now and then. "What do you say?"

"I'm sorry…" he muttered, just barely moving his mouth to say the words.

"You're…?"

"I'm sorry."

"You're sorry for what, baby?"

"I'm sorry f-for cuming without permission and making a-a-a mess of myself." He finally said, defeated.

"I forgive you." Your nails pressed harder into his skin, leaving white ghost trails in their wake. He began to whine again, though through his nose as to not make as much noise.

Both of your hands wrapped back around his aching cock and you bent over. He leaned up a bit to watch what you were doing and you made it a point to make eye contact with him, as you puckered your lips and let a big trail of spit leave your mouth, falling on the wet head of his length.

"Oh–" His head fell back and you retaliated with a winded-up slap to his cock. His stomach jerked and he almost came to sit up completely.

"Don't look away." You said nastily, through a stiff jaw. He let out a whimper and you smiled with gratification.

You bent over and gave the tip of his cock a chaste kiss, feeling the pleats of your skirt fall up your back. You watched as his eyes flickered to your ass, then remembered the rule, and returned to your gaze.

Once more you chuckled and opened your mouth, sticking an inch or two inside, never letting your lips or cheeks touch him.

He yet again, turned into a whining mess.

"I liked it when you were begging before, so could you…?" You said, momentarily pulling back and gently stroking his cock, awaiting his pleas.

His throat bobbed and eyes rolled back as you wrapped your lips around his beautiful, pink tip.

"Please, oh my god, please–" It was breathless–there was no energy–he was spent, but you knew he wanted it and loved to hear him struggle. So, you hummed along his cock as you took it inch by inch with ease.

"I want you to suck my dick please–please–need you. I want that mouth around me–god, you're so pretty–p-please."

That was it, you'd gotten so lost in sucking his cock that you only heard bits and pieces of his praises.

"T-Too good for me–fuck–too pretty–my cock is way too small for you."

You moaned against him and he knew he was doing well, he knew he was being good. However, as soon as you took a hand and wrapped it around his balls well, he knew then, that he was done for.

His cock was covered, slick, drenched, throbbing and ready to cum any moment. You squeezed his balls and went as far as you could go, nuzzling your nose against the curly bush of dark blonde hair.

He tasted sweet and salty, musky and sweaty. You loved his taste and could never get enough of it.

He couldn't either and you loved sharing.

Once he was back to being a whiny, twitchy mess, you geared up. You flicked your tongue over his length, pressing hard against it, making sure the softness of your throat caressed and jerked his cock well. His heartbeat was growing steady from his stomach and thighs and went right to his tired tip. His thighs shook underneath you and you moaned once more against him.

"Oh my god–oh my god–yeah–yeah–" He was overflowing with confirmations and wants and praise and lust. He was lost in whatever magic you were using against him with that mouth of yours. And before you knew it, he was cumming right down your throat. Loud. With cries of satisfaction, cries of overwhelm.

You climbed up his body again.

Out of breath and spent, he looked up at you, mouth already opening and wanting. You gripped his cheeks roughly and leaned in close, spitting the milky cum from your mouth into the pink cavity of his. The two of you moaned in unison, swallowing the taste of his orgasm, his delight.

You watched the lump in his throat bob as he exhaled in satisfaction. His eyes fluttered closed again and you left a wet kiss to his cheek.

There was a bit of cum that fell out of the corner of his mouth and you wasted no time in pushing it back through his lips with your thumb.

A bit sore and raspy, you spoke to him, gripping his cheeks roughly again.

"I wish I had a big, fat cock, so I could make a mess of this pretty little face." You let go and traced his forehead, nose, lips and chin with a finger. His eyes still fluttered; lost in moans and the struggle of trying to catch his breath. "You'd look so good like that, don't you think?"

He nodded his head and it eventually lolled to the side.

You let go of the hold on his face and brushed some of his hair out of the way. Leaning back down you kissed him sweetly, moving your hands over his shoulders, down his arms, wrapping them around his waist and then finally coming up to his chest where your thumbs brushed over his peaking nipples. He jerked a bit and breathlessly moaned.

"What? You're tired?" You mimicked a pout, tilting your head to the side and he nodded his head.

"But what about me? Do I get to cum?" You asked and played with his nipples some more.

Tiredly, he nodded his head.

"Well, how am I going to cum if you're so tired? Hm?"

He pulled against the restraints and could just barely pick up his head to look at you.

"You've only cum twice, this is no fair." You crossed your arms over your chest and deepened the pout. "Guess I have to do it myself–"

You went to slide down to his hips, but his second tug at the restraints stopped you. He bent his legs, making you fall forward a bit–stopping you in your tracks.

"Want me to untie you?"

He nodded his head.

"You better ask me nicely, then."

"Please–" It was the ghost of the word, but he cleared his throat and tried again. "Please untie me." And it was oh, so sweet. Of course, you had to listen.

You reached above him, untying the rope from his red wrists and moving so he could properly sit up.

Both of his hands reached forward and you forgot how strong he was for a moment, as he pulled you directly onto his lap. Defeated, his head fell to your chest and his arms and hands climbed up your back to hold you close.

You kissed his hair and raked your fingers through his locks.

You felt him begin to grow against your thigh.

His head rolled back and knocked against the headboard briefly as he lazily looked at you. His eyes were half lidded and if you never looked closely before, you would've thought that they were black–that's how blown out his pupils were.

Leaning in, you placed yet another kiss to his lips and gently opened them with your tongue. He tasted so warm and salty–you could sit there forever exploring his mouth. But you were throbbing and wet, and he was just the same; his erection poking through your skirt. You lifted the material and wrapped your fingers around him; this time, much more gently.

He shifted, giving you enough room to guide his cock right to your soaked core. You two were nose to nose and you spoke to him quietly.

"You want me to get on this dick?" You asked, less mean and paired with a quick peck this time. He nodded, brows furrowed together as he held your hips under the skirt.

"Oh, please." It wasn't as much of a plea this time to obey the rules, but he needed you. You needed to be the thing to satiate him, to call it a night for him–not a set of hands or your mouth. He wanted to be finished inside your pussy, right where he belonged.

You sat on his length, taking it slowly and making sure to hold yourself up a bit. You loved the way his eyes squeezed shut, as if this hurt, as if you–a person so small compared to him–could possibly hurt him with your cunt.

"You like that?" Your voice came out as a husk, a growl, and he completely collapsed because of it.

"I love it."

You fully sat down on him; your thighs on top of his, your cunt dripping right on his hips–the way you loved it and the way he needed it.

He let out a moan, deep from within his throat and louder than any noise Gotham had heard that night. The bedroom window was wide open and you wondered–hoped–that people heard his slutty noises. The noises you were the cause of.

You began to move up and down and for a moment, you allowed his hands to guide how slow you went.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you leaned in and immediately attached yourself to his neck. There, you left dark marks and bites that would even be hard to cover up with a turtleneck. Your hands slid back down his chest, gathered over his forearms, and laced your fingers with his at your hips.

You grinded against him–a mewling and panting mess already beneath you–which made you even more wet and even more feral to cum all over him.

A moan came out of your nose, right next to his ear and once your hips met, he held you right against him and lifted into you–seeing how far he could get within your tight cunt.

"Fuck–" You choked and leaned back, removing the shirt you had on.

His hands flew to your chest, groping and grabbing and pinching all the soft flesh that was there for him to play with–all the meanwhile fucking up into you, just like how he fucked his pillow.

There were breaths of, 'yeah's and 'oh's and all the goodness that comes from such a good cock being within you. But there was something about Edward Nashton that got you to come undone faster than anyone else.

You knew that you were his first and probably only. He was some nerd that read obituaries and paid attention to the finer details of politics. He wasn't getting fucked. That you knew for sure when you met him and it's what drew you closer and closer.

He got hard from you just tapping his arm once. It was perfect. You needed him almost more than he needed to have contact with the outside world.

At this point, you were bouncing on his lap, both of you panting and wanting so much more. You went faster and faster and even he tried to help as his hands went right to your ass. He squeezed you roughly there and sucked the skin between your breasts.

But you both wanted more.

He sat up and completely flipped you onto your back, fucking into you with all of the strength and energy he had left.

The thrusts were sloppy and uneven, but he hit your insides just right and bruised the place even you couldn't reach.

You grabbed his glasses and tossed them off to the side, and while lost in your own pleasure, you couldn't help but to stare up at his face..

He was so lost in you and you loved that he was in complete awe whenever you allowed him to fuck you. The half-lidded eyes, the open mouth, the tongue just barely sticking out. He was like an animal–growling and thrusting so short and deep, chasing the light that was just out of reach.

There was a warmth that dripped down the back of your thighs. Your clit was throbbing against him and you were rocking into the pillow so fast, you hadn't even realized that you came already.

"Oh–oh–fuck." You couldn't even say proper words or sentences anymore. You were just as lost as he was and couldn't wait to be filled up. But you knew what got him off, you knew what would get you what you wanted.

"You gonna cum?" You whined, once more brushing his bangs out of his face. He nodded, drooling.

"You think you're good enough to cum in me?"

He shook his head and his brows reached for one another. His eyes began to glisten again and a choked sob came from his mouth.

Moans and sobs turned into wails and groans as his hips that were once slapping into you, slowed down. A warmth jutted into you and you knew that was it for him. He came in you. That was three times. He was done.

His body completely fell onto you, still staying within the wet and stickiness that was your cunt.

"Good job." You whispered, petting his head as he sobbed into your neck.

You tried your best to shush and coo at him, letting your nails run along the expanse of his back.

He soon was hiccuping and rolled over onto his side. Your cunt clenched and throbbed around nothing, almost wanting him back in you–soft or not.

You crawled into the space against his chest and kissed the soft skin, still continuing to shush the shaking man.

His wobbly arms came around you hesitantly, squeezing you tightly once they were close enough. And soon came a soft and slow breath out of his nose.

You had fucked The Riddler right to sleep.

[crackkids-of-hollownest]

WELCOME BACK TO! THE CRACKKIDS OF HOLLOWNEST!

by @blue-jester, @altra-tes and @ravendragons

Back in 2020 me and a few friends had a web of rp blogs that told a story, and the journey we took with it was exstremely fun for all of us but because of multiple factors, we had to stop. Now 4 years later we are BACK baby! AND YES WE'RE FINISHING THE DARK AU WE ONLY GOT HALFWAY THROUGH!!!

But! After there will be other stories perhaps, other tales. A lot of fun times :) These are ask blogs that will be able to rp, but primarily with eachother. If you want to rp with one of the blogs please note that your character is not cannon and does not effect the ending of the story, but our guys like friends :) they will primarily be ask blogs, though, so send asks!!!

But what's the premise of these blogs? Well there is a being born of root and void- but no wyrm, who found an ancient entity deep within the void, and she wants to consume everything in the world. Her half sibling, Wisp, very much does not want her to do that and will be at constant odds. This is primarily an oc story but canon characters do appear.

This is a story that must have caution to interact with as it features darker and more mature content, read this post carefully and interact with the story with caution if you think you won't be able to handle it

CHARACTERS:

EVEN: She/her, a child of root and void [wl and just the void], an all devourering force who wants to kill death himself. BLOG: @rooted-limbo

ODD: She/her, a young and sweet little voidling, born of root and void like her older sister, she's very innocent. BLOG: @rooted-limbo [they share a blog]

WISP: Any pronouns, a child of root and flame [wl and nkg], a hopeful bloom who loves their family more then anything, especially their siblings. They're best friends with... An odd character. BLOG: @blooming-flame

DAWN: She/her, a bargaining chip from wyrm to light, to stop a war much like hornet. She's a little confused with her place in the world, but she just wants to make the people surrounding her happy, even if she has her.. Rebellious moments. She is only 13 after all. BLOG: @darkened-sunlight

CHERRI: He/him, the runaway pale prince, son of wyrm and flame [pk and nkg], a reserved and mysterious individual that's been away from home for far too long, but has recently returned to see his siblings and help them, not many get past his intimidating appearance, but those who do find him to just be a big ol nerd. BLOG: @the-pale-flame

PHOBIA: He/him, a little guy who is not what he seems... A child of beast and void [Herrah and void]. He adores his younger sister Even and actively aids her in her quest to destroy the gods and consume the world, he's smaller then most but trust me, do not trust that little face. BLOG: @parasitic-void

REM: They/them, this is reality themself, watching the world go by and keeping it in tact, they are the child of mother life and father death. They're always watching every scene with their endless eyes.. Most of which, tend to focus on a particular violet flame. They're like the narrator if the narrator was an actual character in the story. BLOG: @reality-rem

THE ORIGINAL ONE: He/they/it. Death. This is death itself, ready to rip the world asunder for the many years he's suffered alone, shackled to the very bottom of the world, and what's worse- separated by a hair from his beloved wife, who was the only thing keeping him together. BLOG: @the-first-and-the-last

LE'CYA: She/they/it. Life. Life herself, mother of all beings, mother of reality itself, the consort of death, she was endlessly loving and compassionate to all who came before her, but greedy mortals saw potential to grow from her strength, and nearly destroyed her, leaving her locked behind blue seals near the bottom of the world. BLOG: @blue-wings-of-life

VOID CULT: There's a cult here too that preaches possible futures and prophesies of void... It's run by an old beetle, named Discipulum. BLOG: @the-church-of-the-voidborne

[sealz888]

Gage for the ask me anything! If you don’t do DLC characters then Nick Valentine please and Butch from FO3❤️

Thank you for requests! Another Anon sent me an ask with 2/3 of the characters and with Old Long Fellow so I'll post that soon for them. In the meanwhile, please enjoy. CW for Butch: Child abuse. Triggering content below the cut.

Nick Valentine

Ever since he was a young boy he's had a knack for investigating.

First got into introduction to it was family game night, where they had one of those fake investigation game thingies. He got it pretty fast, much to his families dismay. They got some more, and he only got better.

Started to watch detective and crime shows and movies and he'd often pick up on the culprit quickly. Listened to true crime radio shows too.

When he was 16, his neighbour hired to him to investigate if her husband was cheating on him. He found out and got photo evidence. The husband was cheating and he got paid handsomely for finding out.

Frequently corresponds with DiMA,  exchanging letters and parcels. He tries to visit at least once a year. DiMA still tries to convince him to stay. 

One time while they were staying, DiMA found  one of those investigation games. A whole bunch of Synthes and DiMA tried to figure it out, Nick sat there watching and helping whenever he could. He ending up bringing it back to the Commonwealth with him.

Pre-War Nick was pretty close with Jennifer's nephew, becoming an uncle figure. There bond only got got stronger after Jenny got murdered. Nick and Little Shaun now share this bond.

His internal fans speed up and get really loud when he's flustered of caught of guard. If it's really quiet and you get up nice and close you could almost hear a mechanical heartbeat.

Porter Gage

I haven't played or watched too much on Nuka-world, so forgive me if I have anything off.

Gouged out his own eye. He was dared to prove his courage, loyalty and balls.

His brother is Red-eye. They were both adopted into the same raider family. They also have sister and another younger brother who were birthed into the ranks. The Sister and brother died in one of the raids, but Red Eye and Gage made it to Nuka World.

Doesn't like the taste of Nuka-Cola, drinking it so much as made him miserable. He's so tired of using it to marinade meat. He's so tired of the same fizzy texture. He's so tired of the taste, the colour, everything.

Tends to help out with agriculture and farming considering his roots.

Is debating betraying the SoSu considering their status with the Minutemen, dissatisfied at the recent information. He's also planning a full scale invasion of the Commonwealth.

He also wanted Nuka World too himself as well, so he has Red-Eye spy on SoSu.

Butch DeLoria

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His dad ran off to Vegas. Growing up his mother would warn him about gambling, Chems and alcohol. Also bares a striking resemblance to his father, his mother resents him for it.

When he was a young child, he'd often ""run away"" from their room and ask to sleep for the night. He'd end up frequently having sleep overs with other kids and spend more time at theirs than his'.

Was really hoping to get a mechanic on the G.O.A.T and absolutely hated being a barber at first. However, he really like doing his hair and got really good it, so he excelled in his training much to his dismay.

Opened his own barber shop in Rivet City and people from all over, and I mean all over come to see him and to get a haircut. His skills are insane.

Listens to a lot of Elvis and can do a few of his dance moves.

Big comic book nerd despite bullying a lot of kids in the vault about comics. He's a grognak kinda guy I reckon.

Helps MacCready out too and knew him as a kid. He often visits little Duncan and brings him lollies, sweets, sodas and comics. He'll read Duncan the letters MacCready sends him in silly voices to get him to laugh.

Big ol' softie, wants a wife and to settle down in a family but his past experiences and absent father makes him second guess himself. He has a dog though.

He got counselling from James to deal with his trauma. Also apologised to the LW and Amata too.

Happy to leave the vault and never come back!

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He'd run to the guards and overseer and tell them about everything, most of the guards wanted to help him and would let him stay around them. They did everything in their power to get him help.

but when the overseer confronted his mother about she denied everything and said that he was lying.

He was not. Could you hear it.

[ladyloveandjustice]

I thought s7 episode 4's pacing was a bit weird, so I decided to check the manga and see if it was paced better and it is largely, and there are some cute character moments I wanted to post. But I wanted to say what I wanted to say when I saw the episode:

I CANNOT believe it took 83 chapters/7 seasons for us to learn Natsume and Kitamoto are the kind of book nerds who will get excited discovering a used book store and say stuff like "I bet there are hidden treasures here" and "wow it's so irresistible" THIS IS IMPORTANT INFO YUKI MIDORIKAWA MA'AM i needed to know this earlier!

I guess now that I think of it there have been times Natsume's just reading somewhere, like the time he got nailed in the head with a ball. And I can see how liking reading could have come about, lonely children love the sweet embrace of the library (source: was a lonely child who basically lived at my school library).

But yeah, Kitamoto's just a big ol' nerd. We learn what kind of books he likes in this chapter. But I'm curious what books Natsume likes? The people need to know.