#[ ooc :: anon asks ]

[askchilchuck]

How do I serve cunt like you, chucklefuckle?

No idea what you’re talking about.

[ask-the-pioneer]

*sets marble’s cookie on fire* whoops.

// aw COME ON, this was her favourite cookie!

[letternotekisses]

nghhh your blog has made me think of the idea of Doomfist giving his assistant to Ramattra as a way of bridging an alliance between Talon and Null sector....Ram using the assistant as a little stress toy......help

Akande knows how to sweeten a deal.

He’s negotiated and bartered with so many powerful men that swaying them comes to be like second nature for him, but this time it’s a little different. This is no man and there’s no greedy human nature Akande can target. There is no weakness.

Your heels clack against the glossy mahogany flooring as you patter beside him, clutching important notices and valuable documents close to your chest like they might fly away. And you’re tittering away with a casualness that he’d let no another agent of his get away with, but Akande isn’t the only one listening.

Ramattra tilted his head with something that could only be described as curiosity. Such a small thing, you were. Surrounded by dangerous killers and meticulous assassins that would exploit your every weakness should you let down your guard, yet you led him through the halls with all the grace and confidence of a pampered feline pet.

Nothing you were saying was of any importance to the omnic, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away, intently listening to every word that fell from your soft, pouty lips. You were valuable to Akande somehow, special in a way that had Ramattra craving a personal insight.

“My assistant will help you get settled in.”

Akande smiles at him, both knowing and smug as he offers him a key to what Ramattra assumes is the room he’ll be staying in. It is then when the omnic realises he’s been caught staring, but Akande only seems all too pleased.

He’d found his bartering chip, squeezed into an all too tight skirt and a low cut blouse.

—

It’s when you take him to the hilt that Ramattra finally decides on his answer.

Such a soft, sweet little thing you are. Panting into the air as he splays a hand onto your lower back, digging his metal fingers into the fat of your hips to drag you down further. Humans, so malleable, so weak, so soft. Your cunt flutters around the silicone of his cock, sucking him impossibly deeper despite the already snug fit.

“Ambitious, aren’t you?” Ramattra snarls, shifting his hips forward to bump the fat tip of his cock deeper, to bully himself into the softest parts of you. You’re whimpering into the satin sheets like a bitch in heat and it urges him to break you, to cup the soft pudge of your tummy and force himself as deep as he could ever possibly go.

Ramattra had little need for pleasures of the flesh, but there was something all too gratifying about watching you urge yourself on something much too big for you to take. For someone so insignificant, Ramattra was all too tempted to indulge in you, after all, you’d all but been handed over to him on a silver platter.

“Please..” You whine, your begging quickly silenced by a powerful pump of his hips, the cables attached to his head falling past his shoulders in disheveled waves. He wants to tear into your softness. Bury himself inside you and never come back out. He’d give Akande all of the resources he could want just for a few extra minutes between your plush thighs.

He all but cackles, the noise deep and synthetic as he watches your cunt flutter greedily around him. Ramattra pins you down by the back of your neck, revelling in your heat as it bleeds into his hands, warming the metal when he thumbs your nape in a soothing manner.

“Come on my cock, little assistant,” He purrs, his voice staticky with want, “And I will reward your excellence.”

[timsmokends]

ADMIN: ok i caved into the voices

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i drew an ask.. are we proud.

[bigidiotenergytm]

Are we allowed to send you art we have made in asks?

Like just to show you?

GIMMIE.

[dcandyland]

So moon, is this a walk without purpose? What's up?

[contamination-zone]

hihi! gorgeous art!! may i request nightmare holding fresh and cross up by the scruffs because they’re his stupid pets and he hates them

please and thank you!!

That feels out of character for how Nightmare would treat Cross, but I can see him doing that with Fresh.

[greenzilla4]

@hatsune-miblue

Pspspspspspsps

[my-flesh-is-crispy]

Azure Relationship Headcannons

I got the sudden urge to write Azure headcannons

<3

Azure has trust issues, so they try to keep you in his sight at all times.

because of this, they keep at least one tentacle wrapped around your wrist,ankle, and sometimes around your waist

Everytime he sees you he puts a fresh nightshade flower tucked behind your ear so you never forget Azure. Especially during rounds where your either a killer, waiting for him to return, or a survivor, waiting for him to finish killing off everyone else before coming to cuddle with you.

Speaking of cuddling... He's definitely a big spoon. He never wants to sleep with his back facing anyone. They may love you to literal bits but they still have this boundary no matter what. It's has nothing to do with you yourself though!

PDA. He's pretty alright with it actually. They'll pretty much go with whatever as long as you want it. But if I did have to say, their green zone would probably be holding hands, wrapping his tentacles around your (previously stated) wrist/ankles, small kisses, and leaning against each other. Anything more and he'll get slightly uncomfortable.

Random headcannon: I have a weird feeling that Azure would hoard blankets, like alot of comfy throws and other soft blankets

He likes to pull both of you under like 12 blankets just to cuddle

Their main love language with you is acts of service! He loves to do things for you just to hear thanks and possibly get a kiss. (Ahem, and more. But this is romantic hcs only rn)

A good example of this is if you were to ever somehow get hurt and their in a round (like a double killer round) he'd drop everything to bandage you up. And if your a killer he'll wrap up any wounds you get from the sentinels, even though In both cases your completely capable of doing it yourself

[typing-catastrophe]

I have been so cooked for this man lately that I need to talk about him— I genuinely think that with a ADHD/autism/AuDHD partner Ford takes notes on your stims and quirks, even before any serious relationship. Just little things like “waves hands when excited :)” and “prefers baggy sweaters” just like a little way of understanding you better 🥺💖

yesss definitely! as an AuDHDer who stims a lot myself, this is everything!! jfskhfshsk

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"Aaaahhhhh oh myy-" the rest of what you were saying was incomprehensible because the words slurred together in an excited squeal. A gleeful expression upon your face, you waved and shook your hands in front of your body, then pressed them over your mouth, to stifle another squeal.

Ford smiled to himself as he watched you from the other side of the room, where he propped his notebook open to scribble something down.

"Heeyyyyy Grunkle Ford, watcha got there?" Mabel's voice rang out right beside him.

He snapped the book shut and whipped his head around.

"Mabel!"

"Waves hands when excited." she cited what she had just read, "Were you talking about-"

"No, I was certainly not!" Ford said, while his cheeks started to turn a deep red colour.

"Are you suuuure? Because to me it looks like you diiiid." she said, a cheeky grin on her face and dragging some of the vowels.

"You are mistaken, dear child. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do." he excused himself and stood up, holding the notebook close to him.

Without letting her get another word in, he moved past her and made his way into his study.

There, he propped open the notebook to the page he'd just added a new note onto.

- likes to hum when no one is around - seems to prefer more loose fitting clothes. possibly because the don't restrict movement as much - will subconsciously play and fidget with any jewellery they're wearing - sorts and eats their food in a particular order - would rather not eat at all than something not appealing - skin irritating clothing causes great discomfort. remove tags!! - wants to talk but holds back. encouraging them has positive effect - avoids eye contact but will look at faces when the person isn't looking at them - do not touch without warning and do not force contact! expressed great discomfort to me after being forced to physical contact by someone else - repeating phrases and noises (quite endearing) - easily startled by sudden and loud noises, as well as irritated by high pitched ones, almost too quiet to hear - shows behaviours similar to felines. has stated that they would be delighted to posses the ability to purr (he would be delighted too)

Ford smiled as he looked up and leaned back. He really hoped Mabel hadn't seen too much, otherwise she might figure out how interested in you he really was. And we wasn't sure if he was ready for that.

For now he would be very much content continuing to dreamily gaze over at you and notice all the little things, so he could understand you better.

Maybe one day he could work up the courage to ask you out.

-------------------------------------------------- thank you for reading <3 reblogs are appreciated

[ask-the-pioneer]

Hey uhh... you know what... you creatures have it difficult around this place... rarely coming out in packs or group's... and I don't see many of you around making me assume your species is... rather well... diminished... so... Me being a scavenger myself I can always hunt more with help of the others... Have this...

*proceeds to pass them a strawberry lizard body*

Enjoy it... I apologize if it seems like I'm pitying you... I'm just... worried... I hope your future is as bright as these pearls...

Marbles takes the lizard and stares into its blank dead eyes. She hasn't had anything to eat this cycle, and desperately needs this food for hibernation. The scug hesitates, then closes her eyes and begins to eat… trying very hard not to think too much about the fact this lizard was probably sentient in some capacity.

She will never be able to look at these creatures the same way again…

// I think it's great that Anon mentioned there's little to no slugcats around anymore. In my AU, nearly all scugs inside the Five Pebble's retaining wall were pushed out by the expansion of the Metropolis' scavs and the allied neighbouring tribes.

// Spike (brown scavenger) belongs to @angelofchaos001

[letternotekisses]

Whats the opinion on ramattra using his scarf like bondage rope 🙏

🪲

He does it to remind you of your place.

It’s almost intricate, the way he weaves the fabric into a perfect knot until it’s binding your hands tightly behind your back, baring your front to him with no way for you to possibly hide yourself. It’s impeccably soft material, and you can’t help but thumb it, self soothing as Ramattra tilts his head and glowers down at you.

Such a mouthy, spirited little thing you were. He’d found he was disgustingly smitten with you.

You could break free if you really wanted to, by no means had he wound the scarf so tight that it would be impossible to get out of. You were still and waiting for him by choice, and Ramattra appeared so enamoured by the fragility of human trust, how you were more than happy to place your delicate life in the palm of his inhuman hands.

He wouldn’t squander such an opportunity. Not while he had you quiet for once.

Trailing his fingers past your waistband until they meet soft flesh, he’s pleased to find you so ready for him, so wanting and eager for an omnic twice your size. One perpetuated as evil, no less, did being so close to danger excite you, little human?

So warm, squeezing and welcoming his fingers deeper - Ramattra couldn’t help but laugh, synthetic and staticky as your hips jolted against his palm and a needy, stuttering whine escaped your lips. Blubbering for more when you could barely handle him now, how ambitious of you.

But oh, how he would break you.

[cheschesterpossum]

Normally i wouldent ask this, couldn't scientist y/n just leave rung just say they quit their operation/job so they dont have to suffer all this lore thats about to happen

i mean avoiding pretty much is the wasy thing

because i arrange the furnitures here and I'm a yumeshipper fiend/jk

Talking about which Rung?

If it's SG Rung, I don't think he'd be willing you go even before all the lore start happening (I have this idea that in the SG AU, the science project on aliens isn't just centered around making a new species but also potential living war weapons cus why not) Mf could either pull out the Primes to guilt trip or pull every manipulation in the book. If that don't work he trolly wreak havoc till you HAVE to get back.

OG Rung would probably wouldn't put up as much of a fight, still trying to reason with you first tho. If you leave anyway, bro gonna get so depressed since he's attached to you the most. You get calls from your former colleagues, about their concern for Rung's state. You might wanna go and visits him once in a while... and then he need more than once and a while... and you start having to visit more and more... and now you're back at work.

If you're talking about before he became sentient, then yeah that work lol.

These are my view on it, and self indulgent.

[cmdr-graves]

my lateness is a character trait

[askmarcille]

Old 🫵

Can an old person do this?

[static-impulse]

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