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I thought this was about my OCs and got really worried and confused like: Why do I need to worry about my characters? Most of them are unreleased and kept for me only. Who is judging my sweet angels like huh???

Then I read the "www.personal-quotes.com" and felt better.

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Thought I'd post a little something since it's been a while. Also, happy w.i.p Wednesday. This is an outfit I designed for the Macaque in my fic Ghost Writer on ao3. I'm currently writing a valentine's day special bc I thought it would be cute and will be posting a picture here that goes with it. ^-^

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Summary :

ror/snv characters reactions to you winning your first battle. Obviously, this is based off the characters I like most right now and who is alive in the time frame of the one shot. I know it may seem rushed but I thought id would be good practice for different character's perspectives.

Featured characters :

Thor, Buddha, Shiva, Jack, and Sasaki

Warning :

contains mentions of grief

Thor :

He wasn't paying attention at first because, lets be honest here, no even the other humans looked convinced that you would stand a chance, let alone win, but you proved them wrong. You did more than win, you kicked major ass. You sustained the least injuries out of all of the human fighters and put on quite the spectacle too. Explosions, gun shots that almost broke the laws of physics, and a victory that left him more than curious about you. How would you fair against him? Your style seems to be stealthily planned strikes so he would have to be on his toes. It makes him wonder if he would have done better than the poor weakling pinned against you.

Buddha :

He wasn't surprised in the slightest, impressed yes, but not surprised. He got to know you a little when you briefly crossed paths an hour ago. He could feel your resolve, even if you seemed concerned for the valkryie helping you to victory. You were kind and it showed to the very end as you reluctantly used a technique you swore you would never use again. So to see you use it when you were out of options and then sob over the god you killed as they faded away he knew you were hurting from a sadness only you could understand. For that, he pities you greatly.

Shiva :

He wasn't sure what to think. You were tiny, sure, but to see you fight was like watching himself fight. Your moves were like his dance and just as deadly, hence your victory, but he's sure if he were to meet you he would get along with you without a hitch. He can see a kindness in you. From how you sobbed over the death of your opponent to how you told the humans that you despised them for cheering at the death of a god. That senseless death that could have been avoided shouldn't be praised, but the humans did not hear you. They continued their cheers and you continued to cry. Such a kind heart from a cruel cruel world. He almost wishes you had met him in his prime, back when humanity admired gods for their strength and strived to enjoy the simple things. He believes you would have like a life like that better than the one you led.

Jack the Ripper :

He wasn't watching at the beginning, too busy tending to his wounds to be bothered to watch the tournament's latest brawl, but the silence of the stadium eventually catch his interest. He wasn't sure what he should expect when he entered on of the viewing rooms, but he sure wasn't expecting to see a giant fighting a child. At least, that's how it looked from where he was looking. He had his comments on it, of course, as he sipped his tea. he thought you would die, especially after you displayed his favorite color as you ran from the monster hot on your heels, but then your color changed to one that he's never seen so vibrantly before. Next thing he knew, you had won against the odds to display such an agonizing color. He's never seen someone shine with the color you had. It was so close to the color he loves, yet entirely different. He thought it curious when your valkryie had to guide you off the arena ground to the infirmary where he's positive you're still crying. What a sad existence you live, just like him.

Sasaki Kyojirou :

Oh boy. That was his first thought as the battle began with you volleying bullets at close quarters with your opponent. He wasn't sure if you were going to make it. As he's seen, gods can dodge bullets from a divine weapon if they're fast enough and it looked like your opponent was no different until you grazed him with a quick shot, one where it was obvious you didn't aim and had hit him by mere coincidence. However, even then, he noticed how your eyes never changed. You remained calm and enacted your plan perfectly. Though it wasn't enough, he could see you hadn't given up yet. Even when you ran away from your opponent you never surrendered. You kept pushing forward with a resolve that never wavered. He found himself admiring it. Then, with a last ditch effort, you won, but he found it strange that you began to cry. You had won. You should have been happy to be alive, so why were you so sad? He doesn't understand it.

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I hope this was okay. ,:)

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Aight, I'm only posting this here bc ocs get good attention from Tumblr. Not bc I'm down bad for Lego monkeys and need an outlet for my various creations.

This is what Y/n looks like in my fic called "Kissing Strangers" on AO3. You can read it if you want...or don't. That's fine too.

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dialogue between an AI and a poet

poem by me, 3.21.2020

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Stronger Than You Know

It's just a Technoblade x reader bc why not? I was gonna write smut, but didn't feel up to it at the moment so you got angsty fluff. Hurt/comfort(?) I dunno, it just happened. Enjoy!

P.S. Reader is gender neutral and a rabbit hybrid, like Techno's origin in OSMP.

Winter is always quiet with Techno and Phil. There isn't much to do after all. Snow scowers the ground as far as the eye can see and the cold keeps both in a sleepy state. You and Ranboo didn't mind the cold. Endermen don't get cold and rabbit hybrids can survive in most weathers without much difficulty.

Despite your commonality, Ranboo and you don't speak much. You deduct it as the boy's polite nature. You don't mind the silence too much. It reminds you of your past lives. The lonely ones that are haunted by death and solitude. Looking back on those memories, anyone else would have frowned or felt a void in their chest, but not you. No, you felt differently. All those days alone had a purpose, just as these do. You must remain determined to move forward and survive. These people won't tolerate weakness.

I have to be strong. What's a few months alone? Your nose twitches in your silent encouragement. You wanted to cry as you warmed up by the fire with your loyal pet, Kodak. No matter how much you didn't want to, you felt so useless. You aren't combatially strong, you're a gatherer at heart, but you want to try. However, anytime you try you get your ass handed to you. Who am I kidding? They'd probably prefer anyone but me here. Hell even Tommy is worth something! You felt bitter as you rose to your feet.

"Its settled...I'll leave and make something of myself after this blizzard dies down!" your decision is a selfish one, and deep down you knew that. But that nagging static in your head won't leave you alone until you prove to yourself that your worth all the time you've spent here.

Kodak looks up at you sympathetically, personally feeling opposed to the idea. What could happen to you two? He feared the worst, but he can't voice his opinion. He's a wolf. All he can do is hope you two live through it.

Hours later, in the dead of night, the storm had calmed down. You bit your lip as you looked outside. As least three feet of snow had fallen, which is waist deep on you. You may be resistant to the cold, but three feet is still three feet of snow. Maybe I could make it to Snow Chester from here? That's be hell on Kodak though... You look down at the thick furred wolf, his eyes begging you to stay in the warmth of Techno's cabin. You shake your head, taking your bag in hand before apologetically hugging Kodak.

"I love you too much to do this to you, Kodak. Be good and stay here, okay?" you tilt you head, kissing his nose before heading for the door.

You linger at the handle, face turned up towards Techno's room. Your second thoughts are coming in. Should you do this? It's nearly three below. You could freeze to death before you make it to Snow Chester. You shake your head sternly, refusing to back down now. You open the door quietly, stepping into the snow without a sound. Good bye, my friends.

When Techno eventually awoke from his hibernation he expected to find you in the living area, reading by the fire with Kodak in your lap, or at least in the yard tending to the animals. You do go everywhere with your wolf companion after all. You're never far from Kodak for very long. So to say he was worried when he found Kodak sleeping by the front door instead of in your room is an understatement.

His first thought is to ask Phil since he shares most of the yard duties with you.

"Haven't seen em since last week," Phil's response made his heart drop.

What could have happened? Did Quakity kidnap them while everyone was sleeping? It was unlikely, maybe he tricked you into coming along with him? No, he had told you of the dangers of Quakity. You wouldn't go without Kodak even if Quakity had struck. So where had you gone and why?

He went to Ranboo as a last ditch effort to find your location without traveling through metric tons of snow.

"Yes, I saw them," Ranboo began, looking at the pages in his newer memory book, "They were heading towards Snow Chester. I think Tubbo said they stayed there for a few days before leaving towards the ruins of L'Manburg. They may have taken a detour though because Captain Puffy said they looked to be wondering around aimlessly when they crossed paths a few days ago. Actually, she's probably seen them more than I have. She'll be able to point you in the right direction."

"Thank you, Ranboo," Techno hums, sopping up the information quickly.

He's worried for you. You've avoided fighting in both the Manburg v.s Pogtopia war and the Doomsday event by the skin of your teeth because you were needed elsewhere. Now that you're on your own he fears you may be picked off by overwhelming numbers. He wouldn't admit it, but he genuinely doesn't want to lose you. It wasn't that you tended to his animals for him and cooked a few warm meals with Phil, but how you listened to him ramble that made him value your company most. It didn't matter the topic, you'd listen from start to finish and it always made him happy that you appreciated what he had to say like Phil does. In a way, it was like losing a third of himself when you weren't around. Sure, he was still over half of himself, but he's not quite complete without your presence.

He spent hours looking for you with Kodak at his side, yet you were still unfound. He even asked Puffy and Nikki, the only other people he'll associate without fear of you being used as leverage against him. Now he walks through the area around L'Manburg, eye of gold scowering every corner for the smallest hide or hair of you. Then he saw it, you fending off Eggpire fools and winning for that matter.

You pull the rocket launcher crossbow from your waist, a fire work sending Antfrost to the ground. Bad tries to sneak a hit in, but is far slower than you. You jump out of the way, sword drawn to spill blood if needed. From his position he sees Ant and Bad try an double team you, but a bucket of lava sets both of the under dressed fools a blaze. After being set on fire and hit with another fire work show, the two perpetrators run for the hills.

You stand tall at your triumph, your body turning to walk up the side of the hill when you see him. You freeze dead in your tracks, worried he'll yell at you for leaving. Kodak, being the best boy that he is, notices your tension and runs full force down the slope into your arms. You're knocked on your ass in seconds, laughing merrily.

Slowly, he approaches you at the bottom of the hill. As he does he notices your injuries. A bite from a zombie on your left arm, a few frost burns on your finger tips, and a few shallow gashes from Ant and Bad that seem to be from arrows. Over all, he is pleased with your survival, but more importantly he's curious as to why you would put yourself in danger in the first place.

"Hey," you look up at him, smiling, "What's up? You look tired."

He sits beside you, a warm breeze ruffling his thick winter's coat, "I could ask the same of you..."

The silence made you feel terrible. You'd proven yourself, yes, but was it worth it? What if he makes a big deal out of it? What if he's mad? You bite your lip, your gaze focused on Kodak who is sleeping soundly in your lap. You felt even worse while looking at Kodak. You basically abandoned him at Techno's.

"You did well in that fight just now, you know," Techno chimes, laying back in the grass.

"You really think so?" you say back, shifting Kodak slightly so that you can lay comfortably, "I don't feel like I did very well. It's sad to admit but I ran from them at first. If I hadn't been cornered down here I probably would have kept running...I'm such a coward."

"It's not cowardly to run from confrontation. If you're unsure if you can take on your opponent then try to out smart them. Every good fighter knows that. That's why they attacked you in the first place. They thought you'd be easy pickings and you rightfully proved them wrong," he turns his head to look at you, unphased by your teary eyes, "You proved you were stronger than them, so don't sell yourself short."

"Thank you...that was exactly what I needed to hear," you nod, feeling a drowsiness overwhelm you now that you've calmed down once again, "Hey Tech?"

"Hm?"

"Can we go home?"

"Of course."

~End~

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PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN.

does anybody have that cat poem, you know the one. not mary oliver's poem. the one about a cat growing up with you like brothers but him still being small whereas you've grown tall. i need a good cry

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Taken from us too soon...We'll miss you Sunny'D` <3

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Happy Pride from Ein and Luca to everyone! Hope everyone feels valid and appreciated! <3

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A Bond Never To Be Broken

Summary:

Near death experiences teach us to appreciate the things we have, and for Luca and Ein that couldn't be more true. The young couple didn't expect an obsessive step-brother to nearly break them apart, but maybe it brought them even closer in the end. (;

Warning: I'm a dirty sinner and this has unprotected sex in it If you're brave enough, continue, if not then you can scroll on through (:

Anger swelled like a violent storm in the pit of her stomach, the grip on her ax growing tighter and tighter until she was sure her knuckles had turned a deathly white. Still, no matter how hard she willed herself to stay calm, her anger continued to spread to her chest where it would fester and wreath with a need for action. However, her body made no moves to attack, hell it didn’t even look like she was breathing from how still she was. The only indication she was still alive was her grip and the progressive reddening of her face.

But what on this vast earth could have angered her so?

Was it the beast before her that dared to call her a coward? No. Was it the daunting feeling of regret she is ignoring? No. Could it be that her anger has festered because she was undermined and kidnapped? Of course not! The source of her anger was only one thing, her greatest weakness, her secret treasure, her darling lover laying beaten and bloody at the feet of another. Were she to take a misstep, her lover could die before her very eyes. To her there were only two options, give up or fight, and the latter of the options is seeming more and more satisfying by the second.

“What are you going to do little rabbit? Ein here will suffer if you move even a single muscle and you don’t want that. Why don’t you just come with me and no one else will have to get hurt,” the purr in the creature's voice made her want to gag, her mind being old enough to know what it wants from her.

“I’m not going anywhere until you release him!” her growled shout shook the creature to its very core, excitement fueling its seemingly playful taunts.

“Where’s the fun in that? If I release him too soon you’ll charge forward and kill me. So, how about you lose that weapon of yours? Hm? Make things easier for the both of us~”

Her face scrunches, her already impossibly tight grip growing tight enough to cause the wood handle of the ax to creak. Then her entire body relaxes as she expels a defeated sigh, much to the irritating ender’s delight, but that wide smile drops at the sight of an ax blade buried deep into his chest. Pain shot through him as he stumbled back, falling into the swamp he threatened to kick her lover into had she not cooperated. With the looming threat out of the way, she darts to her lover’s side, fearful of the extent of his injuries. Nasty purple bruises littered his midnight scaled skin with the company of oozing water burns; a sight that makes her visibly cringe.

“Com’ on, love, get to your feet. We must leave this place quickly,” she coos, maneuvering the lanky male onto her back to carry him home.

“Y-your... ax…”

His strained breathing brings a stressed smile to her features, “I can make a new one...you matter more to me than that chunk of metal anyways.”

Purple particles swirled around them, the world around disappearing and then reappearing to show her small cottage in the middle of the woods. The sudden weightlessness caused her stomach to drop, but the neon blue blood that spilled onto her shoulder and the ground kept her from dwelling on her teleportation sickness.

“Just hang in there love we’re almost home,” she cries, bringing him inside and laying him down on their bed.

Tentatively she watched over him, aiding the healing process with as many healing potions as she could brew, but she knew the best thing for him was to rest. So, for three months she watched over his barely conscious form, spoon-feeding him warm soup when he was awake and sharing her warmth with him while he slept. The only challenges she faced were the ghasts she had to kill and his high fevers, both of which terrified her to no end.

After three months, Ein was officially awake. He still needed rest, but he was able to eat breakfast with her and even started walking around the house. It made her relieved to see him up and about, but she noticed he seemed a little off. She didn’t really understand why, but it didn’t really click with her until he started to make excuses as to why he wouldn’t kiss her of his own accord anymore. Wrong timing, food in his teeth, bad breath, canines, scales, blah blah blah. His excuses gravely upset her. It brought forth her old worries. Making her think she’d done something to upset him. That maybe she did something that made him uncomfortable. She didn’t want that. All she wanted was for him to be happy and healthy, but if he’s unhappy that means she’s failed.

Shortly after she noticed his change in behavior, his excuses, she started to spend more time caring for the property and livestock, hoping that space is what he was needing, but it only caused the sudden rift to grow more. He wouldn’t sleep well next to her, leading her to leave the bed at night to do work instead. Anything to help him get better. She told herself time and time again, but a feeling of worthlessness clouded her judgment. It got worse and worse until she didn’t get up from her hay bed one morning. She laid there, heart aching for the touch of her lover, for some kind of consolace, but he too stayed in bed that morning with an ache in his chest.

He was afraid that if he were to go to her and ask for her affection, he would be rejected. That she’d never trust him again for what his step-brother tried to do to her. That she’d be disgusted if he were to ask for her to share all of her with him. Colton had instilled these dastardly fears in his mind, the anxiety in his chest growing stronger than before. It was cruel of him to treat her so coldly, and he knew that. He just didn’t want to face that reality if the things his step-brother told him were true. However, those feelings were soon to change when he found she hadn’t come in to eat breakfast with him, that was the only thing that hadn’t changed between them.

He searched for her everywhere. The field, the farm, the portal, the Nether fortress, the stronghold, then he finally checked the barn. He found her sobbing in her sleep, whimpering for him to help her. To end the pain of what she thought was his neglect. It broke him on the spot. How could he be so unaware of her feelings when she cared for him for months? Was it the words he thought she spoke when he was delirious with a fever?

“Oh, Luca...I am a fool,” his arms snaked around her, cradling her close to his chest as he woke her up slowly.

“Ein…?” her whimper of his name brought warmth to his cheeks.

How long had it been since they were so close? A month? Was she always so warm?

His inner questions are stopped by her soft lips pressing against his own, a shock zinging through his body. When he leans into the kiss she deepens it, stroking his ear to get him to open his mouth. She was careful with the movement of her tongue, only brushing over some areas while pressing or rubbing others. He allowed her to do as she pleased with him, waiting patiently for his turn to savor the sweet taste of her mouth. When her breath blew from her nose he knew she was done, having gotten her fill.

He was careful with his movements from the knowledge that his tongue is longer and his teeth are sharper than hers. He explored her mouth, all the same, sucking on her tongue and nibbling on her lower lip when he felt it was needed. Soon air was required and the two parted to bask in the embrace they shared.

“...Luca I-”

She stops him by pecking his lips, “Thank you...thank you for coming back to me...I love you, Ein, so very much.”

“I love you more, my love, and I will continue to love you long after we depart this life into the next.”

“You charmer, I should eat you alive for saying something so smooth.”

He chuckles at her playful words, “Only if I can eat you in return~”

She flushes, lightly batting his chest with her knuckles, “Dirty pervert.”

“You took it the wrong way first princess, I merely wanted a bite out of you, but you’re the one who is the pervert~” he hums knowingly, walking back to their home with her in his arms.

“You’re terrible.”

“You know you love me.”

“Yes, I do love you, with all my heart and soul.”

"...S-so does that mean...?" he hesitates, swallowing the nervous lump in his throat.

"If you're comfortable with it," the warmth in her eyes was encouraging for him.

"We'll go slow, yeah?"

"Of course, I want you to feel as though you're the only man in the world so I'm going to take it slow to pay extra attention to you~!"

His heart flutters when she gazes up at him with a gentle expression, her thumbs occupying his hands since she had slipped from his grasp to sit him down on the edge of their bed. Her hands are nimble in unbuttoning his shirt, getting his sloppily put on pants next to leave him in his boxes.

"Orange and purple? How cute~" her purr is followed by a chaste kiss to his cheek, luscious pink lips trailing down to the royal purple waistband of his boxers, "Ready?"

The switch between flirty to serious caused his sex to throb painfully, a thick swallow and a nod being all he could muster as he laid back to try to relax. His boxers slid off slowly, his member stringing to attention in front of her face, much to his embarrassment.

"Wow~It's quite big, like I expected, although I didn't think it would be purple~ How delightful! I wonder if it'll taste like candy!" she grins, her tongue dragging along the underside of his shaft to his weeping tip.

"H-ah!"

His body jolts with every kiss and kitten lick, straggled gasps and moans escaping when she take him into her mouth. He couldn't believe her expertise, almost as if she'd done it hundreds of times before, but there was no time to think of potential past lovers when waves of pleasure wrack his body with every bob of her head. A knot forms quickly in his lower abdomen, bursting before he could warn her of the fast approaching high. However, she doesn't stop there, no, she instead lifts his shaking legs to wrap them over her shoulders as she travels all the way down his shaft to where his knot throbbed and pulsed. Then she took that into her mouth too, shoving him so far down her throat he could see it bulge from his girth.

His eyes widened at the sight, nearly choking himself when she swallowed against his sensitive manhood as it continued to sputter and spill down her throat. She didn't pull up off him until her eyes met his own, arousal clearly evident in those beautiful blood-orange hues. He got lost in their allure for only a second, the pop of her lips bringing him back from her eye's trance.

Despite having cummed so...hard he was still half erect; quickly becoming fully erect again when he noticed where his softened member rested. When had she removed her shirt and bra? He asked himself, cheeks warmed when she grins up at his erect penis. That's when she stood with an expectant look.

She laughs at his confused innocence, "Give and take, love, give and take."

He makes an 'oh' sound, sitting up to awkwardly fiddles with the button of her jeans, "A-are we going to use a c-condom? Won't you get pregnant if we don't?"

Her heart squeezes, her thoughts instantly thanking her lucky stars for such a man. Cupping his cheeks to momentarily distract him, she kisses his nose.

"Children with you sounds heavenly, my love~"

Adoration fills his lavender iris', cat-like purrs coming from his throat instinctively, "Oh, my love, you've no knowledge of how long I've dreamt you saying those words to me so sweetly."

"Oh I think I've got an idea~"

Her pants are gone in seconds, his large hands effortlessly lifting her from her feet. Her back hits the bed with her head almost between her knees. He's poking at her slicked entrance carefully, as if testing the waters, before he looks her in the eyes. It wasn't lust in her eyes anymore, not like it had been when they first started, no there was pure love there. A love that he wholeheartedly returned without a doubt.

Inch by inch he went in, careful not to hurt her more than it already would with his size. Amazingly, he fit snugly in her, the squeezing of her warm walls sucking him further in. He pauses at his knot, concern in his eyes when she is using her free hands to reach towards his stilled hips.

"H-hang on...I don't think I should-" she cuts him off with a gentle 'shh'.

"I want all of you in, just for a moment, then you can go wild."

He swallows thickly for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, his hips sinking quickly to fit his knot in quickly. She clenched tightly over his warm know, a lewd moan spilling from her lips at the same time as his groan. It felt good to be so deep inside the warm-blooded woman, he knew that much. More purrs rumbled in his throat, hips jarring backwards to begin a slow and steady pace. The 'pop' sound of his knot leaving her brought a carnal instinct to cloud his mind as his face found the crook of her neck. Hickeys, bites, kisses, licks, anything that would elicit a response from her, even if that response was her nails dragging down his back in a painful pleasure. His pace picks up, her slick juices covering him with each thrust. Chorus' of moans leave her, her own teeth hovering dangerously over his shoulder as a tight feeling swells in her lower abdomen.

"I-I'm gonna...!"

"I know, I can feel it...i-it's okay, you can let it go!" his pants are drowned in high squeals, his hips having shifted only slightly to poke at a sensitive patch of nerves.

"Oh yes! Right there! Oh please fuck me harder! I need it! Hah! Ah~!"

Her demands were met quickly with the snap of his hips, knot and all getting shoved in and out rapidly. She could hardly keep herself still, her hips naturally meeting his thrust as best she could in such a position. Throwing her head back as her eyes rolled, she finally burst to cover him in a twitching array of juices, but he doesn't stop.

In fact, he drops one of her legs to place one on his shoulder, his newly freed hand's thumb pad getting pressed against her clit mercilessly. Mindless words fell from his clenched teeth, his questions coming along the lines of 'You want me to breed you don't you?' and his praise coming in the form of saft affirmations 'Look at you, taking me so well~ You're doing such a good job~'. He'd feel shameful about it later and would apologise, but right now it seemed to arouse her more than she was and effectively brought her from her high to follow him into another one.

"That's a good girl, just a little longer, 'kay? You'll get a nice and warm reward soon~" sooner than he had thought too.

Her walls clenched tightly, unable to hold back her next high with his stimulation of her clit layered onto the pleasure of his large cock within her. He grits his teeth, barring them as his eyes screw shut. His hips snap to hers sloppily, his free hand twining into hers as he fucks his cum deep into her. Once he's sure he's stopped cumming he begins again, going down to the knot then out again over and over again. Each clench of her walls milks more of his ooze from him until he shoots another heavy load into her, which he fucks deep inside to ensure her wishes are met. Lastly, he plugs her up with his knot, the constant in and out abuse causing it to swell when with in her warmth.

She was barely conscious at this point, her mind slowly slipping into sleep. Purrs draw her attention from her exhaustion to the full feeling in her womb. Her thoughts are guided by the large scaled hand messaging her hips, sudden slow paced thrusting surprising her.

"Mmmph...you're still going?"

"I told you didn't I? I'm going to breed you so good you'll forget your own name~"

She swallows at his seriousness, the sloshing of his cum inside her making her tingly. What have I created?

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The Black Scissors by P. O. Dogwood

Not gonna specifically tag anyone…but reblog if you feel like it and put yours in the tags.

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you’re putting magic into the world with every stitch you make, every painting you create, every note you play, every word you write. everything you create and put out into the world will touch or inspire someone. everything you keep to yourself will be special and personal, like a mosaic piece of yourself that will last forever. all the little things you created into the world will like a museum exhibit of your existence, and your own love letter to the universe.

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Lullaby of a Mad King

I know there is a special place

Where you can go emancipate

the brutality and tranny of the others

I know it’s real, you’ll find it yet

With this song stuck in your head

It very big and beautiful L’Manburg

My L’Manburg

Your L’Manburg

Their L’Manburg

Our L’man~burg

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My Roses Bloom Only For You

[Dream x Hanahaki! Reader]

[Summary]

Reader and Dream have been online friends for years, seven to be exact, and now Reader is starting to realize they like Dream more than that. However, as Dream’s closest friend, they know he is infatuated with fellow Youtuber GeorgeNotFound. At first, they were fine with it...until the flowers started appearing.

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Angst, blood, and suicide

I chuckle to myself as I listen to my friends argue amongst themselves about who the impostor is. Lucky for me, the stinging pain I usually felt in my lungs and throat are being kept at bay with pain meds, or else I’d be coughing my brains out right now. It isn’t until I hear my username get called that I come into the conversation.

“I was with Dream. We walked up from O2 to security where I sat on guard while he did wires. When he was done, we checked cameras and only briefly saw Geroge before he was murked off screen,” I explained, it was a lie since I was on the other side of the map killing Sapnap while he did Simon Says, but I know Dream will back me up since we’re both impostors.

“I thought you were with Sapnap that round,” Karl asks, trying to catch me in a lie.

“I was for a little bit, but when he took too long on Simon Says I left to find Dream, right Dream?” a gut wrenching feeling makes me frown, a terrible sensation bubbling up my throat.

“Hm? Oh yeah, she was with me at the end of that round,” Dream covers, although it was half-hearted because he sounded rather distracted.

“If you two were really together then why did Dream not mention you during his explanation of where he was? You know, point out any witnesses who may be able to clear him as innocent? Sounds kinda sus to me,” Mr. Beast interjects, making a very good point.

Damit, maybe I shouldn’t have said that. I thought, struggling to keep down a cough.

“No, she really was with me, it just slipped my mind to mention she was there,” Dream defends, sounding more into it than he was before.

My heart clenched, jealousy pooling in my stomach. I know who has you distracted, I just wish I didn’t. I thought bitterly, voting for who is “sus” before remaining AFK in the meeting room. Getting up from my chair, I left to go to the kitchen to get something to eat. Thankfully, I’m not streaming right now so I can just get up and leave when I need to, but I can’t shake the feeling in my throat. I know I should get the surgery, but I don’t want to lose my feeling for Clay. He’s played such a huge part in my life up until now, I can’t bear to see that change just because of me. Warm tears slid down my reddened cheeks, the thought of dying because I love someone being one of the most terrifying thoughts I’ve had in a long time, but it paled in comparison to the thought of leaving everyone behind because of how stubborn I am.

Before I can walk away from the counter with a premade smoothie, I begin to feel it. The itching feeling in my throat, the difficulty it’s becoming to breathe. I’m about to cough. Thinking quickly, I set my glass down on the counter so I wouldn’t drop it and get glass in my foot again. Finally, after trying to repress it, I start to hack and cough, blood sprinkling the surface of my counter and lips. This lasts for a minute or two before I begin to gag, the flower pushing past my unverla to pool into my mouth. Spitting out what I hoped wasn’t a white rose, I sigh when I see red speckled pearl white petals in the palm of my hand. I don’t have much longer. I thought walking back to my room after cleaning up the blood and tossing the rose in the bin. I’ll call him later. I assure myself, continuing to play Among Us with my friends like nothing’s wrong.

It’s been a few hours since I had my coughing fit, my ability to breath getting painfully low. I had already left the discord call after telling everyone goodnight and how much I love them. Of course, they have no idea what’s going to happen so their responses were a mix of confusion and cheerfulness. Laying on my back in my bed, I dial up his number. It rings and rings and rings, but he doesn’t answer. He must still be streaming. I’ll leave him a message.

“Hey Clay, it’s Y/n, um, I called but you didn’t answer so I guess I’m just going to leave you a message. I...don’t know how much longer I have left so I’ll make this short, sweet, and simple. Clay, you are my best friend, you know this, and I know I tell you everything but I’ve kept a secret from you...I love you Clay. I love you more than anything else in this world, more than myself,” for a reason I can’t explain, I laugh at what I said, “It’s hilarious right? Me loving you and you loving George? Actually, that sounds very sad...I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I...just didn’t want you to feel like you needed to love me to stop me from dying, but hey! Keep your head up! You have so many friends who love and care about you, so don’t you dare let me drag you down, okay? Goodbye Clay, I hope things work out between you and George.”

The silence of my room is deafening. This isn’t how I wanted this to end. I wanted to at least hear his voice once more before I died, but life is just too cruel for that to happen. Feeling my lungs constrict around the flowers and thorns within them I start to weep. Then I began to sob, the searing pain I had been avoiding with pain medication had finally caught up to me. This is it, this is how I die. A lovesick fool who fell in love with their best friend in the whole world. How tragic. I thought as I reached for the melatonin on my nightstand, preparing to rid myself of this agony with an eternal slumber.

Opening the container, I stuff as many pills as I could swallow into my mouth before laying back and trying to relax. It hurt to die this way, I knew this very much from the stories I had read online, but I also knew that 95% of the people who got the surgery regretted it within the first few months. Someone even said “He used to be so vibrant and bold, like neon colors on a black background, but now he’s just here. Our friendship is still there, but it’s just not the same. There’s a new distance between us that gets larger and larger the more I try to fill the void in my chest. Despite being married with two kids, I still wish I hadn’t agreed to get the surgery because death would be much better than living with emptiness in my chest.” and that scared me more than losing my life. Clay is my life, there is no me without him, and I always assumed it was the same for him, but I guess that just isn’t true.

My vision fades, my eyes closing from the heavy weights within them. Oh Clay, why couldn’t I be the one you loved?

lDream’s P.O.Vl

Hearing my ringtone from deep in my slumber, I go to answer it, but it suddenly goes off despite me having answered. Putting my phone to my ear I hear the saddest voice speaking on the other end of the line. I knew who it was the moment they referred to me as Clay. Why is Y/n calling me this late at night? I thought, sitting up in my bed with a bad feeling in my stomach. After listening to a bit more of the message, I immediately shove on my shoes and bolt out of my house. Hanging up on my end of the line I hurriedly redial Y/n’s number with the hope that she answers, but the line just continues to ring. Hundreds of thoughts run through my mind, but none could answer the question of why this was happening. She was just fine a few hours ago! What changed?

Slamming open the door to her house, I run straight to her bedroom, praying she hasn’t done anything stupid. However, every thought I had on the way here comes crashing down as soon as I see her. She is laying flat on her back in her bed, a bottle of pills spilled next to her. If it wasn’t for the bright white rose that had bloomed out of her mouth, I would have thought she was sleeping, but the grim truth is that is not the case. Stumbling over my own feet as I walk towards her, I begin to sob. How could I not when seeing the girl I love lying on her deathbed because of me?

“Y/n, I’m so sorry...I wish I could have saved you…” I sob out to her, holding her chilled hand in my warm one, “I should have just manned up and told you that...that I love you.”

[peqachy]

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