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[yameoto]

any more thoughts on puppy art.. please. only if u want to though haha !! (please?)

ohh u guys love your darling little lapdog huh?

LAPDOG ART DONALDSON! fem!reader

▸ a drooler. nosing his head between your legs n he's already salivating. he's so cute like that. face smushed between your thighs, panting as spit pools in his mouth, nose twitching like a cute little bunny at the scent of your arousal. taking the trim of your panties between his teeth, dragging it down inch by inch. quivering because he just wants to rip them off but the last time he did that he tore your nice lacy lingerie and u didnt touch him for a week. when he eats you out he laps at your cunt like an eager puppy. comes away absolutely glistening. dripping, even. your juices n his saliva smearing his cheeks, his nose, dribbling down his chin.

▸ bigggg on humping. obviously. when you're too busy to give him attention he'll just shuffle over onto your lap and just start rubbing up against you. he's ridden out the best orgasms that way; creaming in his already-sodden boxers as slick gets all over ur thigh. he likes to do it when you're working or when you're on a call (you always punish him best that way). oftentimes you'll wake up at night to slick sheets—finding him grindin up against you, moaning and whimpering. a sleepy, boneless mess on your knee. he'll already have gotten himself off thrice before he tries to wakes you, just to be safe (you might take it away from him, after all). ▸ teething.... grown ass man teething... gnawing on your shoulder to stop himself from crying out when you let him fuck you.. nibbling your bottom lip red n raw when you kiss.. slobbering all over your mouth. during sex if you tease him he'll start to chew anxiously at the end of ur bra strap, the hem of your shorts, your panties if you keep him waiting too long. sometimes randomly takes your hand by the wrist and takes a fake chomp out of it (affectionate).

▸ not beyond jus being your lil stress relief toy. coming back home and he's been so good for you. he won his match. he's cooked dinner. but you don't have time for any of that. "oh, baby, don't give me that look. cock out, now." and he makes a little mewling noise and immediately his shorts are a crumpled puddle on the floor—raging boner popping out, all swollen n red n leaking bc hes been waiting for you for hours. ▸ sighing, telling him to sit and so he does. legs spreading wide on the couch, blinking up at u in earnest neediness. and when you sink onto his cock he makes this insane, visceral whining noise—back arcing off the seat. ▸ cockwarmer? more like cuntwarmer. you tell him don't move and don't cum. an impossible ask. he's pawing at your back, whimpering when your only response is to lean back heavier, sinking your full weight down on his poor, poor cock. n it feels soso good but he only lasts two minutes on a good day! let alone when you're switching the tv on and settling back into him like he's part of the couch. occasionally your hips jump, walls pulsing tight, choking his sensitive dick. you're grinding down into his lap and he's twitching inside of u and hot tears are prickling his eyes—fingers digging into your thighs, trembling.

▸ time ticking on.. the coil of heat in his gut winding tighter n tighter.. art's cheeks are flushed and hes wetting the back of your shirt with his silent tears. he persists, though, because he's good. he's gonna be a good boy for you. and it works! for a time, when you seem like you've almost forgotten your pussy is strangling his cock and you're only rolling your hips occasionally, sending warm thrums of pleasure through him. lulling him into a false sense of security.

▸ until all of a sudden you decide to be mean and for whatever reason you lift your hips before slamming them back down again, and his sharp gasp and slurred mewls perfectly cue the geyser that erupts from his slit.

▸ not even letting him cum inside you.. sliding off his spurting cock thats blowing cum like a volcano. hot, sticky strings arcing in the air and splattering all over the carpet, the couch cushions. his eyes glazing over, all glassy n sparkly as he crumples back in the couch, blubbering tearful apologies as his cock leaks like a faucet, staining the poor, new pillows.

▸ adores aftercare. or just your comfort in general. please rest your hand against his cheek and let him sigh and melt and nuzzle into the palm of your hand like you're taking the weight of the world off his shoulders. tug gently on his hair. scratch his scalp. let him curl up on your lap and pat him and coo sweet nothings in his ear. simple things, like "sweet baby, did so good today." or "tired puppy. took mommy so well."

▸ "fuck— m'sorry. m'sorry, m'sorry—" "hey, shh, darling. aw, don't cry. mommy's got you. how bout you curl up on momma's lap, kay?" "..mkay."

[aoikiri]

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ꉂ🍣*ੈ‧₊˚ movie verse ▕ it’s good to know he didn’t die for nothing . ║

ꉂ㊙️*ੈ‧₊˚ assassin!au ▕ that kid who pulled the trigger knew tomorrow couldn’t promise him hope . ║

ꉂ🍣*ੈ‧₊˚ drabbles ▕ i'm holding onto your wreckage . ║

ꉂ🍣*ੈ‧₊˚ musings ▕ i know that i failed you woke up in a sweat . ║

ꉂ🍣*ੈ‧₊˚ head canons ▕ sensei target on !! ║

ꉂ🗒️*ੈ‧₊˚ starter call ▕ i have everything in front of me but can’t reach far enough . ║

ꉂ🗒️*ੈ‧₊˚ ask memes ▕ it’s deteriorating and your memory started fading. . . ║

ꉂ🎬*ੈ‧₊˚ kayano kaede ▕ forever flat . ║

ꉂ💣*ੈ‧₊˚ ryouma terasaka ▕ pseudo takaoka . ║

ꉂ🔫*ੈ‧₊˚ karma akabane ▕ semi senioritis . ║

ꉂ🐙*ੈ‧₊˚ koro sensei ▕ stupid perverted chicken octopus . ║

ꉂ🍜*ੈ‧₊˚ itona horibe ▕ picturebook graduate . ║

ꉂ⚾*ੈ‧₊˚ sugino tomohito ▕ baseball freak . ║

ꉂ❤️‍🩹*ੈ‧₊˚ hiroto maehara ▕ womanizing scumbag . ║

ꉂ📉*ੈ‧₊˚ yuma isogai ▕ president poverty . ║

[assassincraft]

tags again 3/???

ꉂ🍣*ੈ‧₊˚ movie verse ▕ it’s good to know he didn’t die for nothing . ║ ꉂ㊙️*ੈ‧₊˚ assassin!au ▕ that kid who pulled the trigger knew tomorrow couldn’t promise him hope . ║ ꉂ🍣*ੈ‧₊˚ drabbles ▕ i'm holding onto your wreckage . ║ ꉂ🍣*ੈ‧₊˚ musings ▕ i know that i failed you woke up in a sweat . ║ ꉂ🍣*ੈ‧₊˚ head canons ▕ sensei target on !! ║ ꉂ🗒️*ੈ‧₊˚ starter call ▕ i have everything in front of me but can’t reach far enough . ║ ꉂ🗒️*ੈ‧₊˚ ask memes ▕ it’s deteriorating and your memory started fading. . . ║ ꉂ🎬*ੈ‧₊˚ kayano kaede ▕ forever flat . ║ ꉂ💣*ੈ‧₊˚ ryouma terasaka ▕ pseudo takaoka . ║ ꉂ🔫*ੈ‧₊˚ karma akabane ▕ semi senioritis . ║ ꉂ🐙*ੈ‧₊˚ koro sensei ▕ stupid perverted chicken octopus . ║ ꉂ🍜*ੈ‧₊˚ itona horibe ▕ picturebook graduate . ║ ꉂ⚾*ੈ‧₊˚ sugino tomohito ▕ baseball freak . ║ ꉂ❤️‍🩹*ੈ‧₊˚ hiroto maehara ▕ womanizing scumbag . ║ ꉂ📉*ੈ‧₊˚ yuma isogai ▕ president poverty . ║

[queers-gambit]

The Rings of Power

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requests are OPEN where to watch: Amazon Prime / Amazon Video

Shadows of the Past

the High King recruits you personally for the expedition headed by your intended, Herald Elrond. your company encounters the darkness and Galadriel portrays an apology to her friend.

pairing: Elrond x betrothed!female!reader

word count: 5.1k+

🖤 reader insert 💔 small angst 🐑 filler ❤️‍🩹 literal hurt and comfort 💍 established relationship 🛑 abrupt ending 🍭 insinuated friends to lovers 🐝 oneshot 🙊 general language and content warning 🥊 depiction of canon-typical physical violence and / or aggression 🩸 depiction of injury and blood 🔏 not edited

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Tower Scrolls

during the Siege of Eregion, Elrond barters for his fiancé's life, and her life's work.

pairing: Elrond x betrothed!female!reader

word count: 4.1k+

🖤 reader insert 🎭 drama 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 🐑 pure filler, no worth 💍 established relationship ⚠️ spoilers 🐝 oneshot / stand alone 🙊 general language and content warning ☠️ canon-complicit character death 🥊 depiction of physical violence and / or aggression and / or abuse and / or torture 🩸 depiction of injury and blood 😵‍💫 wonky brain went wonky 🛑 abrupt ending 🔏 not edited

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Match Made in Grey Haven

you find yourself in what feels like a distant relationship through penned letters. overcome with shyness during his visits, you avoid Herald Elrond - until your grandfather (and co.) steps in as matchmaker.

pairing: Elrond x shy!female!reader

word count: 2.9k+

⏳ kinda AU timeline: takes place before TROP 🧸 fluff 🎭 small drama 🥰 romance ❤️‍🩹 small hurt and comfort 🍭 friends to lovers 🐍 small family angst: dead parents 🥦 healthy family relationships 😵‍💫 wonky brain went a little wonky 🧠 depiction of mental health: anxiety and maybe being shy? 🛑 abrupt ending 🔏 not edited

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part two: The Risk

after your wedding, you and Elrond embark on your honeymoon touring Middle-earth. your company is attacked on the road by Orcs. help comes from an old friend.

word count: 7.1k+

⏳ AU timeline 🧸 little fluff 🥰 romance 🎭 drama 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 💍 established relationship 🍭 friends to lovers 🙊 general language and content warning 🥦 kinda healthy family views 🥊 depiction of physical violence 🥂 alcohol consumption 🩸 depiction of blood and injury 👰‍♀️ wife reader 😵‍💫 wonky brain went VERY wonky 🔏 not edited 🛑 kinda abrupt ending ?

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Commander

being on opposite sides of the Rings eventually sends your husband back into your arms, and between your legs. haha, nice.

word count: 4.6k+

🖤 slightly reader insert 🎭 drama 💔 angst 🥰 romance ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 💦 smut 💣 small relationship angst 💍 established relationship ⚠️ slight spoilers 🔏 not edited

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Bait and Switch

Adar knows you by surname and reputation, but makes a fatal mistake: underestimating the mutual desire to reunite with your husband.

word count: 7.7k+

🖤 reader insert 🎭 drama drama drama 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 💣 relationship angst (reader's a POW) 💍 established relationship ⚠️ spoilers 🐝 oneshot / stand alone 🙊 general language and content warning 🥦 healthy family dynamic 🥊 depiction of physical violence and / or aggression 🩸 depiction of blood and injury and slight gore (Reader bites off Orc finger) 💛 requires maturity and imagination 🩺 depiction of medical phenomenon (cauterization) 👰‍♀️ wife!reader 🛑 abrupt ending 🔏 not edited

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[unnamed-idi0t]

Hi I’m basing headcannons on nothing guy I heard you base headcannons on nothing AND I WANT TO HEAR THEM!!! NOW!!! GIMMIE YOUR FORSAKEN HEADCANNONS !!! ANY WILL DO 🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵‼️‼️‼️‼️ /nf /silly

:3c

Survivors

Elliot is a menace. Absolute piece of shit. He lost his ability to gaf YEARS ago. The only thing holding him back was his job requirements

The only reason he doesn't gobble up all his pizza like a madman is bc of gluten intolerance and dairy allergy

He once screamed at Chance for a solid minute before aggressively healing him back to full

This may or may not be based off how I play Elliot

Taph lowkey has a crush on Builderman except it's not lowkey literally everyone knows it

Except Builderman

Dusekkar is the only one that OFFICIALLY knows. They think she could do better /silly

TPAH AND DUSEKKAR <333 They share a room together and managed to convince Builderman to make them a bunkbed

Dusekkar is top bunk because Taph will fall off the bed

Chance loads blanks into his gun because he's stupid /aff

Admitting this to Elliot while the other was angry at him was not a good idea

:3

Rolls a dice to see how long he should cook stuff for/how much stuff to add

Banned from the kitchen

So is Elliot tbh

Guest 1337 is in a polycule with Daisy and Matt

I struggled over who I liked with him better until I realized he has two hands

He still thinks Matt is dead and mourns that a ton, along with not being there for his daughter and wife

I heard one-sided Chance/Azure was a thing and then got retconned but FUCK CANON I DO WHAT I WANT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Chance wants Azure so badd

Two Time agrees

Azure hates them both but his hatred for Chance is new and fresh and his hatred for Two Time is deeply personal so it evens out

007n7 retired from hacking shortly after adopting c00lkidd

c00l gui stuff was just c00lkidd being a menace there after

007n7 made sure it never hurt anyone too much tho

His favorite pizza flavor is PINEAPPLE the FREAK /j

it's a major reason Elliot hates him sm /silly

Survivor’s Cabin:

(Other furniture can be added/taken away)

(Don't listen to the numbers I'm bad at them </3)

It's two survivors to a room, the order goes as follows:

Shedletsky & Builderman

Taph & Dusekkar

Elliot & Two Time

Noob & 007n7

Guest & Chance

They all take turns doing chores. Builderman made a list

Noob likes to cook and is GOOD at it too

Taph can only do trash duty because she is not allowed near the kitchen and managed to make an explosive from a broom and mop bucket

She likes disposing of it (💥💥💥) anyway so it's all good

Sundays are “fend for yourself” days.

no chores, everyone makes their own food, etc etc

Killers (not much here </3)

1x likes chicken and it weighs on him heavily.

Eggs are a good substitute

In fact anything that reminds him of Shedletsky

Whenever another killer compares him to Shedletsky he just sighs heavily and sulks in his room for the next hour or so

When 1x4 does his hair he gains +100 confidence

hence where all the quips come from w/ Betrayed 1x

He says them in his head he just only chooses to speak when he gets more confidence to

I like to think those rounds where killers are afk/don't do anything happen in canon too

Pretty rare

Sometimes you don't have the energy for jack shit

Spectre always throws a hissy fit tho

Guest 666 and Guest 1337 have pleasant conversation during these times :3

1x4 takes care of c00lkidd

In a bad and good way

He's teaching the child life skillz AND how to behead your enemies effectively

Doe is the uncle that bought you illegal fireworks

Azure is the gay cousin that refuses to talk to anyone at family gatherings

Guest 666 is the cat.

And then, of course, obligatory queer headcanons 💥💥✨✨

Elliot - He/him, bi :33

Chance - He/they, pan

Taph - She/her/💥/💣, unlabeled

Builderman - he/it, gay

Shedletsky - he/him, bi

Two Time - They/them, unlabeled

Guest 1337 - he/him, poly and bi

007n7 - he/him, aro/ace

Dusekkar - they/them, aro/bi

Noob - she/they, unlabeled

I also have Taph hcs for how she refers to different survivors :D

[sigmxnd]

Frowning friends head canons NOW POOKIE 👿👹👺

i love you pookie. /p

you have no idea how long i've been waiting for someone to ask me this question

so i realized i've never actually written them all down and have just kinda been thinking about them in my head, so i'll put down the ones that have been floating around + add on if i come up with new ones

tw for mentions of smoking weed (its only once but still)

starting with them both:

they've known each other for a very long time, but got seperated a lot due to unstable housing. they reunited and have spent the most time together as adults (+ they live together)

100% make fun of and talk shit about other couples they see out and about

they are in love. they kiss and smooch and cuddle. physical affection is definitely their language. but only at home cause out there they gotta look menacing. they are happy with each other :3 (everyone else can fuck off though)

in a universe where they survived istg they have like almost a cartoonish rivalry with the smiling friends. imagine that "nice onezie does it come in men's" audio. that's them

stole their main outfits from some high schoolers but the rest they either shoplift or dig through the dumpsters for

halloween is the best only because they make stupid bets and competitions about scaring the trick or treaters only to have nobody come near their building (pim may or may not buy the big candy bars to give out on purpose)

when i'm thinking of a scenario/ship that's not gnargrim, they're in a qpr :3

i really like the idea that they love david bowie

grim:

gets frequent bouts of paranoia and generally has a lot of trust issues (especially with therapists)/low self esteem. took a lot of convincing himself that gnarly actually liked him and didn't have any hidden intentions

autistic. every character i like gets hit with the autism beam it just has to happen

gay + demiromantic/sexual

(sorry i can't think of more rn jfhwieifhe)

gnarly:

does his job good, takes it seriously, but off the clock he's probably one of the most unserious critters there is. he's my favorite of the two so i make him a lot like me🐺🌕

stoner :3

autistic. nuff said

pan/transmasc!?!?🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️‼️🧨💣🔥

his favorite mlp movie is rainbow rocks and his favorite episodes are a canterlot wedding parts 1 and 2 (cause they're MY favorites)

my furry version of him has a bent tail for a reason now and i'm writing something that has to do with it :3 (he also has a lot of scars that i've just been too lazy to draw on him that i'll mention in the thing i'm writing)

uses brainrot terms ironically/to piss people off

(while i do think that the ff and the sf would be enemies in a really funny way, i also like to think about gnarly & charlie being buddies/friendly with each other outside of work. i contradict myself all the time :3)

and thats all the ones i can think of for now. tysm for asking pookie :3

[xanthippe74]

The mood this year, as this header photo demonstrates, was Le Tired. Just physically and emotionally slogging along. Brain stuck on perpetual static. A pull-the-covers-over-my-head sort of year. I read a few books, watched a lot of shows, found new songs to listen to on repeat, and spent way too much time futzing around on Tumblr.

But that's not what this post is about! This is to remind myself that I did accomplish writer-ly things this year, even if it didn't feel like it sometimes. So here's my 2023 Fandom Year in Review:

Drarry

🐈 A Dreadful Invasion (of the Feline Persuasion) rated G | 6K words

Most of the time, it’s easy for Harry to forget that Draco Malfoy is his next-door neighbour—until the night Malfoy seemingly goes round the twist in his back garden. Of course Harry has to investigate. A birthday gift for @caroll-in.

🍷 Under the Table rated T, 4K words

A string of nearly-insufferable dinner parties has made Draco acquainted with Harry Potter’s completely insufferable, social-climbing boyfriend. But tonight it seems like Potter’s finally had enough, and Draco’s more than happy to watch it all play out from across the table.

Microfics: Different  |  Thalassophile  |  Role play  | Careless |  Mama’s Gun  |  Raven  |  You Should Probably Leave  |  Afraid of the Dark  |  Eerie

WIP progress: I added about 25K to my Drarry retelling of Howl's Moving Castle. The working title is "Skybound" and it will be about 55 to 60K words when complete (by spring 2024, god help me!). Featuring: lots of banter, secret identities, adventures and misadventures in a floating house, a plucky house-elf, and (of course) a fire demon who wants to make a bargain.

9-1-1 fics, HP recs, and 2023 highlights under the cut!

9-1-1/Buddie

🌧️ It pours, man it pours rated T | 11K words

An endless rainstorm. A head-on collision on a dark canyon road. Eddie and Buck find themselves stranded with a woman in labor after they’re cut off from the rest of the 118 by a flash flood. With the fate of their team unknown, can they weather the night ahead—and mend the rift Buck caused by trying to kiss his best friend?

💣 A Few Good Pranks rated T | 4K words

The firefighters of the 118 decide to give Bobby a turn at pranking them after seeing how disappointed he was to be left out. And since two heads are better than one, why not three? Or four? If only they could figure out who's pranking and who isn't, and who the intended victim is. It's all in good fun, though—as long as everyone is too distracted to notice that Buck and Eddie keep sneaking off alone.

❤️‍🩹Let It Be Me rated T | 1.8K words

After another Buckley Family reunion-turned-disaster, Buck makes a decision about his parents. Of course the 118 has his back. Or, Bobby employs some LAFD equipment to help Buck out—and tell him something he needs to hear.

Episode codas/fix-it ficlets: 1x01 | 1x03 | 2x01 | 2x03 | 6x10 | 6x11 | 6x12 | 6x13 | 6x15

WIP progress: First chapter of a season 3/canon divergence Buddie fic. Featuring: angst with a happy ending, a secret marriage of convenience, and pandemic bed sharing.

HP Rec List

I was inspired by this post to rec twelve favorite fan works from 2023 in twelve days in December. It actually took fourteen days, but I did it!

💖 12 Favorites from 2023 💖

(after posting those twelve, of course I thought of a few more faves that I missed. I'll try to share them soon!)

2023 Highlights

I'm so very grateful for the wonderful, funny, imaginative people here who shared their creative works, the memes that made them laugh, photos of their pets, gif sets of shows I didn't know I needed to watch, and insights into the characters we love. You all got me through the year, honestly.

I had a good time doodling some Halloween treats for Inbox Trick-or-Treating. I hope it will become an annual Tumblr event! Thanks to the folks who rang my doorbell that night and the other blogs who gave out treats.

I truly treasured every kudos, comment, and rec I received this year. I was also very fortunate to receive a few special gifts:

🎙️ EllaMcSmellBella recorded a Podfic of "Spooked in Salem," my Drarry 'Round the World fic.

🎙️ Spades/bumblingbees recorded a Podfic of "Crimson Neon."

📕 @cheriecherishchen wrote a lovely rec for "Vortex" and designed gorgeous book covers for that fic and its sequel, "Riptide."

✏️ @saijordison drew this incredible piece of art for "Riptide."

And finally, if you read all the way to the end of this post, I'm grateful for YOU. 😁

Wishing everyone a very Happy New Year and an excellent 2024!

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

17: You Sick Bastard

A/N: My apologcheese. What was supposed to be a cute sick–comfort chapter, turned into me coming up with monster biology and magic and making Sans yapp about it like a fucking nerd 🗿 Also I made a doodle of my oc and Elliot (I cannot stress enough that my oc is NOT the canon appearance it's just a drawing) but the dress is canon from earlier chapters so wahoo You can see it at the END of the chapter!

A/N: Wing Dings translations will be included at the end of the chapter!

♪⁠────✿⁠(⁠✧◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕✧⁠)✿⁠────♪

“…ey…”

“hey…”

“Pst…! Hey…!”

You scrunch up your face and reluctantly open your eyes.

Your head is lying on someone’s lap, on your friend Elliot’s lap. His soft, brown hair looks soft to the touch like it always does, and his dark, almost black, brown eyes stare down at you with a smile. His dark tan skin looks almost flawless, which makes you mad low-key because how the hell does he look so good as a mentally ill University student?

Elliot raises a thick brow, “You okay? You kind of just fell over suddenly and passed out. Probably would’ve had a sore neck if I didn’t move you.”

You furrow your brows in confusion, “I… passed out? That doesn’t sound like me.”

“Yeah, well, you did.”

You sit up with a soft grunt, rubbing the back of your head. Ugh, what a migraine…! Your head is pounding with an ache that you can only describe as physically coming from your brain. That’s so uncomfortable.

“Hey, Elliot.”

“Yeah, [Y/n]?”

You lower your hand.

“What do you thi-”

You stare at your palm, frozen to the core, unable to move.

There’s…

There’s a hole in the center of your palm.

“[Y/n]?”

There’s a hole in the center of your palm.

“✋︎☠︎❄︎☜︎☼︎☜︎💧︎❄︎✋︎☠︎☝︎”

“✞︎☜︎☼︎✡︎ ✋︎☠︎❄︎☜︎☼︎☜︎💧︎❄︎✋︎☠︎☝︎”

You can hear the confusion in Elliot’s voice. “Uh… what the hell did you just say?

What?

You didn’t say that?

“💧︎⚐︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 🕈︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ⚐︎☠︎☜︎ 🕈︎☟︎⚐︎ ☞︎☜︎☹︎☹︎ 👎︎⚐︎🕈︎☠︎”

“✋︎ ✌︎🏱︎⚐︎☹︎⚐︎☝︎✋︎☪︎☜︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ 💧︎⚐︎⚐︎☠︎ 💣︎☜︎☜︎❄︎ 💣︎☜︎ 🕆︎☠︎👎︎☜︎☼︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎💧︎☜︎ 🕆︎☠︎☞︎⚐︎☼︎❄︎🕆︎☠︎✌︎❄︎☜︎ 👍︎✋︎☼︎👍︎🕆︎💣︎💧︎❄︎✌︎☠︎👍︎☜︎💧︎”

Elliot leans away from you, “[Y/n], you’re uh, you’re kind of scaring me…”

You look at Elliot with wide, blank eyes.

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…What?

You didn’t say that?

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You wake up in a cold sweat.

Your chest is rising and falling rapidly, and tears have fallen down the sides of your face.

What was that?

…

What was that?!

You sit up on the couch, rubbing your eyes. Your throat feels so fucking itchy, shit. You wouldn’t be surprised if you actually did come down with a cold.

You vaguely remember it, but as you allow yourself to calm down, more and more comes back to you. You dreamt that you were with Elliot somewhere, and had apparently fainted? But then…

You quickly look down at your hands, sighing in relief that there are no holes in the palm of your hands. You’re not a fucking idiot, whatever the hell was talking about in your dream had to be that fucker who speaks in Wing Dings: W.D. Gaster.

You wish you knew what he was saying, but it just sounded like gibberish to you. You can only assume it was W.D. Gaster because that gibberish noise sounded familiar to you when you would look up lore videos about the guy.

You run your hand through your hair, sighing heavily through your nose and furrowing your brows.

What does he want with you? There’s no way it’s a coincidence that you dreamed about him when your dreams, for the whole time you’ve been here, have been pretty normal. And by normal, you mean hella confusing and unhinged. BUT IN A WAY THAT’S NORMAL FOR DREAMS!!

You look up to the second floor in the direction of Sans’ room. You wish you could talk to him about it, but…

You’re still scared of Sans, in all honesty.

He’s been really nice to you so far, but there’s this underlying tension between you two as if you’re waiting for the other to fuck up at any moment. And anyway, how would you bring it up? What reason do you have to bring it up with Sans of all people? Why would you even assume he would know anything about W.D. Gaster? More specifically, how would you explain all that to Sans if he were to ask? But you’re smarter than that, you’re smarter than to believe NOT telling him anything is the better plan. You’ll have to tell him eventually, but you need to think about how first.

You move the covers off your body, sitting up so your feet touch the carpeted floor. After leaving Grillby’s last night (you paid for the food despite Sans’ instance that it could be added to his tab), you took your damn shower at long last. By the time you got out though, nearly all the lights were off save for the one in the kitchen. Sans was presumably in his own room now. There were a few pillows and a thick, fluffy blanket neatly on the couch waiting for you.

It was really nice of him.

What isn’t nice is the sore throat you have alongside all the sore muscles you’re rocking. You know sleeping on the most comfy couch ever didn’t give you these sore muscles. It’s pretty warm in the house right now, so you don’t feel the need to put on sweatpants over your pajama shorts. You normally sleep with only a t-shirt and underwear, but maybe it’s because you’re living with dudes now that you’re adding shorts too.

This is so inconvenient to your life.

Your phone is on the small table with the Quantum Physics joke book, so you’re forced to get out of bed (the couch counts as a bed now, right?) to check the time on it. You cringe when you turn on the screen: seven in the goddamn morning. Toriel really did manage to train your psyche to wake up early. You look through your suitcase to get your black slippers, putting them on before walking to the kitchen.

Looking in the refrigerator disappoints you just as much as it did yesterday. You can’t even make them breakfast since their punk asses don’t have groceries. You guess you can clean for now then until Papyrus wakes up.

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Never mind, you’re in fucking shambles.

Not only is your sore throat getting worse, but it’s getting hotter too. To top it all fucking off, they don’t fuckING HAVE CLEANING SUPPLIES!! YOU CAN’T LIVE LIKE THIS!!!

You’re pacing angrily in the living room, thinking how fast can you be to run to the store on your own to buy a few things. Your gold is VERY limited until you can get a job, only 100 to spend with 30 of it spent last night on your food. You think food is going to be your priority, then cleaning supplies.

With a nod, you go back to your suitcase and start stifling through it again. There’s a decent-sized space between the couch and the small table against the wall, so that’s where you’re leaving your crap at. You wish you could buy a basket for any dirty clothes you have, but you’ll just have to fold and pile them next to your case.

You pull your notebook out with a smile, happy that the pen is still sticking to the side of it. You go back to the kitchen and look around their cupboards and pantries. They have cups, plates, bowls, and silverware, so you don’t have to worry about that at least. You’re going to assume that they’ve been drinking tap water since Toriel had told you before that it’s safe and also contains magic. For food though…

Your budget is only 70 gold, so you need to make it count. You need milk and cereal for sure. Hm, things to make sandwiches in case you don’t have a lot to make a whole meal…

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You have a small list of groceries and more symptoms by the time Papyrus wakes up from his beauty sleep. It’s nearly nine am, and he’s still wearing his battle body but has a cute, orange nightcap on his skull. When he comes downstairs and sees you awake on the neat couch, he lights up.

“[Y/N], I SEE THAT YOU ARE AWAKE ALREADY!”

You clear your throat and smile, “Good morning, Papyrus.”

He winces and looks at you like you have diseases, “OH. WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOUR VOICE?”

“Ha-ha, I’m pretty sure I got sick yesterday since I’ve never been exposed to the snow before,” You wave a dismissive hand, “It’s not a big deal, I think it’s just the fl-”

“-YOU… YOU’RE SICK?!”

You blink, “Yeah, but I-”

“-OH, DEAR. OH, GOSH. JU-JUST STAY RIGHT THERE!”

“Papyrus, what-”

The tall, lanky boy runs back upstairs with an energy this early in the morning that amazes you. He runs to Sans’ door, and you expect that it won’t open since it’s always locked in the game. To your surprise though, it opens up for the younger brother.

“SANS,” Papyrus rushes to his bed and violently shakes him by the shoulders, “YOU NEED TO WAKE UP NOW!”

Sans, for once, wakes up quickly. He looks around frantically in the room until his eyes land on Papyrus (even though he is right in his face). His younger brother has never been this scared before, and Sans can’t help but blame you immediately for it.

“w-what?! papyrus, what is-”

“THE HU–[Y/N] IS SICK!!”

That gets Sans out of bed, “she’s what?!”

“HURRY, GET UP!!”

“i’m up, i’m up!”

Sans is in the same shit he’s always wearing minus the slippers, hoodie, and mittens. Actually, his shirt is different too as he's no longer wearing a turtleneck and just a regular white t-shirt. He can’t find it in him to care though because you’re sick. He frantically gets out of bed, going after Papyrus who is running out of his room already.

How the hell can you be sick?! Is the monster food you’ve been eating nonstop since arriving? Does it have a toxic side effect on humans if they consume it too much for too long? Or is it your specific biology and immune system that’s fighting back against it? Oh God, Toriel is going to kill him and follow through with her threat!

Sans stops at the top of the staircase, his ribs rising and falling with anxiety. You look between him and Papyrus, confusion and panic on your face.

“Okay, what the fuck is going on? You guys are seriously starting to scare the shit out of me!” You look at Sans even though Papyrus is right up in your business, “I’m-I’m just sick, that’s it!”

Oh, God. You don’t know! How the hell is Sans supposed to ruin your world and life just like that?!

He need not fear, however, since Papyrus takes it upon himself to be the harbinger of bad news.

“[Y/N], I FEAR THAT YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE SEVERITY OF YOUR CONDITION.” Papyrus kneels in front of you, tears in his fucking eyes?!?! “BUT I DO NOT WANT YOU TO WORRY. I DO NOT WANT YOU TO BE AFRAID. BECAUSE SANS AND I WILL BE HERE WITH YOU THE WHOLE TIME.”

…

You look at Papyrus with bewilderment, “Papyrus.”

“Y-YES?”

“…Respectfully… What the fuck are you talking about?” You raise your eyebrow, unable to help the exasperated expression, “It’s the Flu, that’s it. Humans get it all the time, and 70% of the time, it’s not severe and I’ll be just fine in, like, two weeks at MOST. Worst comes to worst, I get pneumonia, but I don’t think it’s gonna be that bad.”

“…WHAT.”

“Wait, is getting sick really that different for monsters?”

Judging from their expressions and how scared they were for you-

“Oh, my God. Babes, I am so sorry,” You reach your arms out to the tall boy and he hugs you immediately, “Aw, Papyrus, I’m so sorry! No, no, no! Human sickness is so different from monsters, I’m going to be just fine!”

“YOU-YOU’RE NOT GOING TO FALL DOWN?” He asks in a wobbly voice, breaking your heart.

Is that how they refer to it? It sounds vaguely familiar.

“No, lovely. I’m not going to fall down. I’m gonna have a runny nose, a cough, some sore muscles, and a fever for the next week or so, but that’s all.” You then look up and lock eyes with Sans, noting how he also calmed down. “I’m sorry to scare you guys, I swear I’m going to be okay. Who knows, maybe monster food can actually help me get better!”

Sans sighs heavily but silently, leaning against the wall for mental support. Ah shit, you feel so bad now. You should’ve just lied and kept your flu to yourself-

“Wait!” You abruptly pull away from Papyrus with wide eyes, “Get away, I-I don’t know if this is contagious to monsters, but it’s contagious to humans!”

And just like that, Papyrus fucking jumps away from you. He makes a strange ninja pose with his hands, looking at you like you definitely have diseases. He looks so much better now that the misunderstanding is cleared.

“I AM HAPPY THAT YOU WILL BE OKAY, BUT… I AM GOING TO SHOWER NOW! I DO NOT WANT TO RISK CATCHING YOUR HUMAN SICKNESS!”

“Good idea, Papyrus.”

With a relieved smile, the monster hurries up the stairs. He beams at his poor brother who basically woke up for no reason.

“YOU HEAR THAT, BROTHER? [Y/N] IS GOING TO BE JUST FINE!”

Sans gives him a thumbs up but smushes himself against the wall when the other passes him. He doesn’t wanna get any human sicknesses either. Papyrus goes into his room to presumably, get a new change of clothes. It’d be smart for him to change and wash his battle body now too just in case. In the meantime, Sans walks downstairs keeping his hands balled up to hide his hands as much as he can.

You sniff a little grossly and smile weakly, “I’m really sorry for the nine am scare. I-I didn’t think Papyrus would react like that.”

“it’s nine in the morning? gross. but it’s better to be safe than sorry.”

“Tell me about it.” You look away and gnaw at your bottom lip, “Hey, Sans. What does “fall do-”

“let’s–wait until paps is in the shower.”

“Oh, o-okay.”

Your notebook is still on the couch with you; you open it up and flip to a new page. You title it:

Humans vs Monsters:

WITNESS THE SICKNESS

You’re so funny, wow.

Sans walks to the kitchen as you begin writing down in your book.

So, monsters don’t get sick the same as humans. In fact, being sick is extremely fatal and severe for them. Even Papyrus was genuinely scared for you about it. It’s safe to assume that being sick means it’s almost, if not 100%, guaranteed that you’ll die. Or in Papyrus’ terms: “fall down.”

Is “fall down” just a nicer way of saying it? Similar to how humans will use “passed away?”

Toriel told you that monsters don’t necessarily get sick, though. Could it be because the way you described sickness to her doesn’t match the kind of monsters?

“what’re you writing there?”

You look up at Sans’ close voice. He’s holding two glasses of cups: one he’s drinking now, and the other stretched out to you. You take it with a smile and a thanks, letting the book lie open on your lap.

You tell him truthfully, “Just some notes I’ve been keeping about monsters. I figured that I should write it down if I plan to live in the Underground for a while. It’s also just interesting to learn about the differences in the biology of monsters versus humans. For example, did you know that humans born as females have a menstrual cycle for about forty to fifty years of their lives?”

“However,” You hold up your finger, making Sans wait so you can drink some water. Ah, much better, “Since monsters don’t bleed and, obviously, don’t have the same internal anatomy, they don’t ever have to experience it?”

…A menstrual cycle? Why does that sound familiar?

This is a fun topic, though. You said once that you couldn’t be a doctor anymore now that you’re here, but he thought you were just talking out of your ass. You’re book-smart then? That’s… cool if he’s honest.

“and what makes you think monsters don’t have the same internal anatomy as humans?” He asks, curious.

You look back confused, “I mean… do they not? You don’t have any organs, do you?”

“no, but you remember the others from grillby’s? well, grillbz doesn’t have any organs. but doggo, red bird, drunk bun; those guys have something like a skeleton and organs. they have a heart beating in their chest. they’re prime examples of monsters with a complex biology.”

You widen your eyes, “You’re kidding, no way! Blood doesn’t circulate them though, right? So what’s pumping through their veins?”

Look, this is actually surprisingly fun to talk about with you, but Sans is a little uncomfortable that he’s telling all this to a human. Yeah, it’s genuine curiosity and wonder in your eyes, but you’re a human. A knowledgeable one at that. There’s no telling what you could do with this information. For his own reassurance, he has to know what exactly is in your book.

“what do ya think? pure love and magic.”

“Wait, so what about you, Papyrus and Grillby, then? You guys don’t have organs or a beating heart, but you’re alive.” You put your now empty glass on the floor by the couch. You’ll put it away later.

Shit, but it is nice to have someone to talk to about this stuff. Health and biology aren’t exactly Sans’ strong suit or his area of expertise, but that doesn’t mean he’s ignorant. Hah, if you were knowledgeable about monsters, maybe you could be a doctor for them.

“can’t really speak for grillby, but i’m a bone-afide skeleton who runs solely on magic. unlike someone like doggo, i don’t got lungs to breathe, but i can still do this.” Sans, to prove his point, takes a deep breath through his nose, and out. “it’s not that i’m breathing in ‘n out, but i’m taking in air through magic, and releasing excess magic that i don’t need.”

You’re nodding your head as he talks, looking at him as if he were the most interesting thing in the world. It makes him a little flustered, but he plays it off by telling you more. Not because he likes having your eyes on him so intensely, it’s just… uh, fun telling you all this stuff.

Both you and Sans were so engrossed with each other, that you didn’t notice or hear Payrus finally making it to the shower.

“let’s say i lose my head one day and decide to go for a run. think of the way your heart starts pumping more and more, and you get more and more heated. i don’t gotta breathe for oxygen, but it’s a way of uh… of ventilating excess heat my magic is building up. the more my magic works itself up, the hotter my breath gets, too.”

“Dude, that’s fucking cool as shit,” You grin widely, “Now let’s talk about how you intake food and liquid-”

“-ah, ah, ah. aren’t you forgettin’ somethin’?”

You sulk your shoulders, “Oh, right. “Falling down.”

…No, he was actually referring to the menstrual cycle you mentioned earlier. But yeah, he supposes that, too. He’ll learn what the hell Napstablook was yapping about that one day… eventually…

“well, as you can prolly guess by now, monsters aren’t all that experienced with illnesses since it rarely happens. but when a monster is sick, or they’re ‘bout to die of old age, they lie down, immobile. no matter what, they can’t get back up. so we eventually started calling this state, “fallen down” or “fell down” or whatever. a monster who has fallen down will soon die and turn to dust.”

“Oh, God.” You scrunch up your nose, “But, other humans have fallen into the Underground before, right? Did they… Were they really killed so fast that…”

Were their lives taken so early, at such a young age, that not a single human had been able to live long enough for monsters to learn about basic human sickness?

Remembering it again now, that minus Chara, six human children have been killed. One of their gloves is in your possession because you’ve been planning to find the other glove and keep hold of it as a small remembrance. But…

You clutch your stomach subconsciously.

You have a dead child’s glove in your possession.

Sans is able to read your expression and guess where your sentence is going. He grimaces and looks away.

“Sorry, I-I don’t really want to talk about this anymore,” You croak softly, “I made a list of things I wanted to get, but I shouldn’t go out in this condition. If it’s okay with you and Papyrus, can you buy it for me? I’ll provide the gold for it, too.”

“uh, yeah. yeah, i can do that.”

“Thanks,” You put the back of your hand against your cheek, “Gross human fact number sixty-nine: one of the best ways to get rid of a fever is to sweat it out. So, I’m gonna wrap myself up, and sweat this shit-fever out.”

“what about the other sixty-eight facts?”

“…Did… the sixty-nine go over your head?”

“you keep telling me these jokes that only make sense to other humans.”

“Ugh, you’re bumming me out. Leave me to perish.”

“too soon,” Sans scrunches his nose, miraculously. It seems his bone is more malleable than you first thought.

You just wave him off, reciting the meme word for word, “You just can’t handle the uber instincts of my uber autism.”

“what?”

“Observe.”

You lay back down and pull your folded cover over your body again, wrestling with the blanket before wrapping it around yourself. You turn your back on the skeleton monster man.

“Snorrrk mimimimi. Snoooorkkkk mimimimimi.”

“????”

Maybe it’s a human sickness thing.

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Translations from the Wing Dings (in order):

INTERESTING.

VERY INTERESTING.

SO YOU WERE THE ONE WHO FELL DOWN.

I APOLOGIZE THAT YOU WILL SOON MEET ME UNDER THESE UNFORTUNATE CIRCUMSTANCES.

ALL THINGS CONSIDERED, HOWEVER, YOU ARE THE PERFECT ACCIDENT.

[Y/N], I MUST BEG OF YOU. STAY DETERMINED.

And here is the doodle I mentioned in the Author's Note :)

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college fuckgirl!caitlyn hcs (+ basketball star) who is totally whipped for u and doesn’t know what the hell to do about it

fuckgirl!caitlyn, hardtoget!reader, sub!caitlyn, for once not pure jerkoff material, she likessssss you.

▸ not the notches in her bedposts type; caitlyn doesn’t brag about her conquests. she’s classy like that. she does strut about the halls, exuding a casual sort of elegance that has girls falling over their feet. remembers all their names. grasping her solo cup between slim fingers like a wine glass and smiling over the rim. cryptic and beautiful and so utterly entrancing that she’ll have girls’ who were cursing her name two moments ago bent over the bathroom sink, with just a drawl of their name, followed by a “right?”, even if they know they’ll be discarded like yesterday’s trash.

▸ excellent in bed. obviously. charm isn’t everything. she also has a talented tongue and fingers and the stretch of her cock. priorities the girls’ pleasure because good manners have been beaten into her since she was born and she likes the way it feels to fuck into a pussy sopping in cum, gliding in the silky trenches of fiercely clenching folds as they scramble into the sheets and moan her name, fucking the nerves out of them.

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▸ decorated basketball player. plays shooting guard like she was born for it; all lean limbs and sinew as she glides about the court like a koi fish in the water. oh, and she’s a show-off, too. avoids saying corny shit like “this is for you,” even if she really, really wants to—but when she spins on the court and hurls a three-pointer—and her eyes flick up right to you in the stands, intense and focused. that’s when she mouths. “that was for you.”

(jogs up to you afterwards, sweat dripping off her brow and down the long stretch of her neck, as she airs out her jersey with that cockily arched brow. can’t resist the grin on her face. 21 points to her name—meeting your eyes everytime. it falls at the unimpressed look on your face.

“you had to wait til’ after you made the shot?”

“well, i’m not gonna dedicate a losing shot to you. that’s lame.”

“you are lame.”

“objectively untrue.” caitlyn frowns, ball still curled under her arm as she paces after you, as you stride off the bleachers, and if there’s a little whine in her voice there isn’t. “you know, there isn’t a girl on this college who wouldn’t be dying to get under me.” she says it so matter-of-fact, in that irritatingly attractive accent of hers, and even though it’s true it doesn’t make her sound any less like an asshole.

“i wonder why.”

“darling.” whiney, whiney, whiney.

“dickhead.” and if you sound just a little smug that you have caitlyn kiramman wrapped around your finger, that’s just for you to know.)

▸ caitlyn just doesn’t get it. how can you possibly not like her? or at least find her attractive enough to at least want her a little bit. she certainly wants you. she’s at a loss. usually, a bat of her lashes, a whisper of her name is enough to get anyone’s legs splayed wide open for her. when you don’t, she has no fucking clue how to work you. starts lingering just a few desks from you at the library, to catch glimpses of you studying (and yeah? caitlyn looks a little cute like that; glasses perched on the tip of her nose as her brows furrowed in concentration, tongue poking out as she thinks about the pretty lilt of your jaw whenever you fix her with that im-so-sick-of-you look.. the way your arm muscles stretch behind your head when you yawn like a cat arching it’s back up for a scratch.. the way your voice sounds a touch raspy whenever you’ve been staying up super late studying and grant her the mercy of your husky, velvet undertones telling her to fuck right off… has to release a deep, long, wistful sigh just thinking about it)

▸ it goes on like that, for what feels like forever. caitlyn niggling her way into your day-to-day life as you begrudgingly entertain her. following you around like a lost puppy to the point where it starts rumours.

(she’s been sitting three seats away from you on the table for the past half-hour. sneaking glances every so often as she rereads the same paragraph over and over again, before she clears her throat and asks, chin held high. “so.. what’d you get in that test?”

shit. did her voice just crack?

the so-called legendary mystique of caitlyn kiramman really wears off when you realise how hopelessly awkward she can be.

you take pity on her, lips quirking as your gaze slides to meet hers, exasperated. yet, you answer her anyways. “92%.”

she hums, fingers drumming against the table. “uh—nice.” oh. now she’s blushing. you can also tell it’s taking everything in her not to let her own 100% bubble up and out of her lips, because she doesn’t want you to think she’s conceited. you know she’s totally itching to say it, though. wants you to know. it’s almost cute.

a sigh. you move the bag off the seat next to you. “c’mere.”

caitlyn’s head snaps up, and her eyes are really so very beautiful, all wide and starry in disbelief. “what?”

“hurry up, superstar. don’t make me regret it.”

caitlyn straightens, and then hurries to take the spot beside you, cheeks burning. she squirms a little in her seat, and the gleam of amusement only makes her want the ground to swallow up because god, she’s never acted like this with anyone. she’s caitlyn kiramman! cool, composed, collected; an energy that takes up the most space in the room, makes girls’ knees buckle, has boys stammering with just a smile. and yet, you have her melting in a puddle with the barest glimpse of your attention.

..fine. maybe she doesn’t just want to fuck you.

"don't piss your pants, kiramman." you say, without missing a beat, pen still scrawling away notes. "i don't bite."

caitlyn splutters for a response, and.. hey! that's her line!

oh. she’s so, so screwed).

fuckgirl!basketball!cait (record-time) blowjob

[commanderjuni]

💣 CHARACTER TALK | TECHNICIAN LAFF

dw abt me recycling a character name i do it all the time /lh

OK onto this girl! i made her literally Just Yesterday and am deciding that SHE shall be my de facto commander but her priority purpose? roleplay! :]

i'll be playing with her for story mode but that aint her main attraction... ONWARDS TO THE RAMBLE BELOW THE CUT! this is pretty much spoilers free! :] no story bits at all, just a basic overview of my newest pookie

Technician Laff | Young Adult | She/Her | Engineer | Queer

Right what it says on the tin, Laff is a technician working for the Inquest. Mainly, she does operations, maintenance, repairs and diagnostics for the megakrewe. Her expertise in engineering is a massive boon, even if it is just one of many.

Laff is an engineer by nature, nurture, profession and trade. Ever since she was a progeny, she's always taken to brewing alchemical potions or wiring mines. She's a very spatial thinker, and has an uncanny ability to see intricate machines in her head without even needing a blueprint.

She was recruited into the Inquest at a young age, about when she was already fresh into actual college. She studied in Dynamics for a few years (and I'm talking less than 5, at maximum) before a recruiter caught her interest.

Laff mainly was convinced into joining the megakrewe at the prospect of that delightful 'road to greatness'. She was a prime targe— err, candidate— due to her already... unruly nature. Laff didn't do well with conventional studies, and found even the enthusiastic and often reckless Dynamics too constricting. Everyone wanted to operate under the Eternal Alchemy's dictations, but Laff was much more curious in studying it, and using it for more... practical applications.

In terms of her actual personality, Laff is concerningly friendly for someone working under the Inquest. She's less-so cordial, and more-so just a massive chatterbox who derives energy from being around people. She enjoys the idea that she 'fits in' quite a bit.

Most asura tend to find her annoying at best, and off-putting at worst. There's nothing wrong with her, for a lack of better words, she's just a little... strange, y'know?

Of course, like most asura Laff is exceedingly intelligent. She's well-versed in engineering (duh), especially when it comes to mapping out alchemical equations for empowering elixers or having the dexterity to pull pins out of five grenades.

And don't let her shrimpy form fool you! Laff is surprisingly BUILT under her uniform, and she has loads of upper-body strength due to the mechanical side of her work and duties.

And be sure to not let her chipper smile and optimistic nature fool you, either. Laff is a very competitive spirit, and strives to be the best technician the Inquest has ever seen, regardless of her low-to-mid level clearance and ranking. You get in her way, and she'll make sure you emotionally, mentally, physically and spiritually regret it.

Laff's greatest vice is her uncooperative nature when it comes to dealing with anyone who opposes her, her allies, her goals, or whatever it is she wants. This causes her to butt immense heads with Peacemaker officer Leff— whom of which is her twin brother.

Did.. I forget to mention that? Yeah. Laff and Leff are twin siblings who, from a young age, were adopted by a single asuran mother named Botanist Ainne. Ainne only really wanted Leff since she just wanted a son, but Laff and Leff were as thick as thieves back then, so seperation was a no-go. (p.s. Peacemaker Leff is an actual NPC! I enjoy oc & canon relations...)

Ainne put much focus and affections towards Leff, and sort of just left Laff to her own devices. This excessive attention towards Leff made Laff incredibly jealous, and envy is not a color she wears well. It shouldn't have, but it came as a surprise to Leff and Ainne when Laff one day announced that she was ditching Dynamics and heading off to the Inquest. To this day, Leff constantly swears he will have her arrested for... something! He still has to figure it all out. But he will!

As aforementioned, Laff is an engineer in all sense of the word. She's proficient with rifles, pistols and other tools of the trade. She makes medium weight armor look killer in signature black and red, and her favorite tool is her magnifying eagle-eye goggles. Pin-point details are very important unless you want to accidentally get blown up, or have your elixer spill everywhere in a fight.

She's surprisingly particular about her machines and weaponry, and takes a keen liking to explosives. Mines, grenades, bombs— you name it, she probably has it stashed away somewhere on her person.

If I had to assign her a core specialization, Laff embodies explosives the best. "I'd duck, if I were you." is such a cut and corner Laff quote, AND Laff personally focuses on just blowing the enemy up into beautiful smithereens than wasting time trying to shoot them to death. Tools comes as a close second.

As for an elite specialization, Laff leans heavy into Scrapper territory. She's not big on the flashy lights of Holosmiths, nor is she crazy about having a big golem follow her around all the time like Mechanists. What she does like is putting things together, bit by bit, until she creates some new innovative little gadget. Plus, she'd find the gyros pretty cute.

stole this picture off the gw2 wiki... shh... no telling....

BUT this pretty much concludes BASE information about laff.... im VERY excited to continue writing for her, and i hope to keep true to my word about using her in rp! as she grows as a character, some things MAY change, but not by a lot.... i hope....

(p.s. you MAY have encountered her at the NA versus art party on dec 2nd .... ;] wink wonk)

[snifekinner]

👅💩💣 bc that's an incredibly threatening string of emojis out of context

it is threatening, well done. i am scared.

Ship that you find most sexy:👅 okay i dont talk about my personal sexual fantasies here much bc that shit's private but i'm just going to say dennor and leave it at that. you don't need to know anymore.

id also like to add that i have a bulgaria/belarus storyline with a friend and that is an incredibly sexy pairing in a fucked up, feral, i dont care what people say about me kinda way.

Ship that you find disgusting: 💩 there's some i find gross when they're written in specific ways (e.g. rusprus, rusliet, ) but no ships i find overall disgusting. like write whatever you want, i hardly bother to read fics about ships i like, let alone pay attention to ones i don't.

like maybe gerita just because they're SO in love it's disgusting.

Ship that pisses you off: 💣 scotnor, tbh. its so popular among my fellow norway fans and like, i get it, but i just have my own headcanon of scotland which neither canon nor fanon match, and that guy would not ever date norway. ive rly tried to get behind scotnor but the scotland in my head says nae.

[queers-gambit]

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Not So Heavenly Surprise

you share exciting news with your husband but don't receive the reaction you thought you'd get. and then, the Outbreak.

word count: 10k+

🍒 author's favorite 🎭 drama 💔 angst 🥺 hurt 🚫 NO comfort 🙊 general language and content warning ☠️ character death(s) and depictions of death 🕊 death of a child ⚠️ spoilers 🥊 depiction of (canon-typical) physical violence and / or aggression 💛 requires maturity and caution 🔏 barely edited 1️⃣ written after season one

❗️ depictions of potentially triggering content - please read all warnings before continuing ❗️

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part two: Let the Redeemed Tell Their Story

reunions are bittersweet. feelings are hard. times are tough, redemption is sought, goodbyes feel impossible; there's blood in the snow, tears in their eyes, and a haunting goodbye in the air.

part one word count: 9.3k+ part two word count: 7.8k+

🖤 reader insert 🍒 author's favorite ⏳ AU timeline 🧸 little fluff 🎭 major draaaaaama 💔 super-sized angst 🥰 some romance 🥺 hurt 🚫 NO comfort 💣 is this relationship angst? probably. 💍 established relationship ✅ now completed ⚠️ major spoilers 🙊 general language and content warning 🐍 some family angst, i guess? 🥊 canon-typical violence ☠️ major character death / AU character death ☠️ heavy mentions of death / dead bodies 💛 requires maturity and caution 🕊 mentions death of a child / children 🩺 depiction of medical phenomenon ✝️ Lord's name in vain, probably, i forgot to check 🍑 pet names for / by all 🩸 depiction of blood and injury 🧠 mentions of mental health 🔫 guns 👰‍♀️ wife!reader 🤡 feelings are hard 🩶 kinda morally!grey!reader? or mentions of it in the past 📍 specific warnings in fic 🧍 use of Y/N 1️⃣ written after season one

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When It Rains, It Pours

after a long hike, you and Joel find a rundown motel, and after finding the cleanest room, there's only one bed.

word count: 4.4k+

🙊 general language and content warning 💦 mild smut 🔥 NSFW 1️⃣ written after season one

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You've Got A Friend In Me

after a close encounter, you turn to an unlikely source of comfort.

word count: 2.8k+

🙊 general language and content warning 🥊 MILD depictions of physical violence and / or aggression ⚠️spoilers 💔 angst 🔏 barely edited ❤️‍🩹hurt and comfort 1️⃣ written after season one

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Five Senses of You

first she saw him, then she smelt him, after, his voice never leaves her head and when in Wyoming, she discovers what he feels and tastes like.

word count: 4.7k+

🙊 general language and content warning 💌 soulmate AU ⚠️ spoilers 🔏 barely edited 1️⃣ written after season one

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Save Me From Myself

in a moment of unparalleled anger, you learn what Joel really thinks of you.

word count: 1.9k+ rewritten word count: 6.5k+

collection masterlist: Clingy Baby

⚠️ mild spoilers 🙊 general language and content warning 🥺 hurt 🚫 no comfort 🐝 oneshot (sequel requested and being written) 🛑 kinda abrupt ending 🕊 mentions deceased child (Sarah) 💔 angst 🧸 mild fluff 🎭 drama 🥰 little bit of romance 👴🏻 legal age gap 🫶 kinda forbidden love 🔞 romantically written characters aged 18+ 💣 relationship angst 🍭 kinda friends to lovers 😭 kinda a break-up? ♻️ friends to lovers to enemies 🤬 depiction of verbal aggression 🥂 alcohol consumption 💚 kinda villainized Tess 📍 specific warnings in fic ✝️ possible Lord's name in vain - i forgot to check 🧠 depiction / illusion to anxiety 🤡 feelings are hard 🧍 use of Y/N ❗️ REWRITTEN 1️⃣ written after season one

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Endure and Survive

you need Joel to survive after enduring the unimaginable.

word count: 12k+

🍒 author's favorite 🖤 S2E2 reader insert ⏳ AU timeline 🎭 drama 💔 angst ❤️‍🩹 hurt and comfort 💍 established relationship 🔪 Fix It Joel Miller / Joel Miller Survives / Lives ⚠️ spoilers 🐝 oneshot / stand alone 🙊 general language and content warning 🚬 mentions of explicit material: marijuana / weed 🐍 some family angst 🥦 found family ☠️ dead bodies 🥊 depiction of physical violence and / or aggression 🤬 depiction of verbal aggression 🩺 depiction of medical phenomenon ✝️ Lord's name in vain 🍑 petnames for all 🩸 blood and injury 🧠 mental health: anxiety and panic attacks 🔫 guns 🤰 parentified!reader 👰‍♀️ wife!reader 🌤️ happy ending 🛑 kinda abrupt ending 🩶 possible depiction of (past) morally grey!reader ✨ imagination required 📍 specific warnings in fic 🧍 use of Y/N 👠 height difference 💛 requires maturity and caution 🔏 not edited

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[irdeadite]

🍬 🌼 🍯 for James,🥛💣😡 for Chim :3

James:

🍬Family Head canon: Not a happy one but; Once April passed away, her family cut all contact with Van and the boys. They took most of her things back but let them keep a few items.

🌼Happiness Head canon: The happier he is, the goofier and less shy he is. It's noticeable as well, his eyes seem more vibrant green and they're shinier.

🍯Food Head canon: He would be incredibly invested and also horrified at cake-gate 2023 (He used to decorate cakes and sweets at the bakery he worked at).

Chimney:

🥛 Drink Head canon: He could probably drink bleach and be fine.

💣 Stress Head canon: He is already under so much stress, he couldn't possibly get more. He's not one to sit still. He paces and bounces his leg a lot. His fingers are never still but he keeps them tight in fists to hide that. He's a bundle of nerves.

😡 Anger Head canon: If he gets angry enough he will basically become feral and cease all word making. Just growls and roars.