#AAAAAND cute is done

[rui-drawsbox]

remembering the most memorable mc's (with canon appearences) from the otomes i played

all of them are phone games btw. and looong rambling about the games after the cut!

Mystic messenger has been in my radar since i was in elementary school but i played it for the first time after the spanish traslation came out (2017 i think?) Seven shaped my type in such a specific way that im not really sure why loved him so much (it was the whole "he loves you in every route" stuff). I like a lot the default mc, most of the fandom did and that was enough to won me over

Rosa is top tier protagonist tbh, Tears of Themis has really good story and characters (as far i played, not a lot but i enjoyed it) The reason i'm not that much of a fan is bc the game is expensive asf and not very free to play friendly. You're either lucky or have a big wallet with the gacha

i miss my wife man(Marius)

Ephemeral has to be one of the best free to play otomes i've played tbh (if my memories aren't tricking me, it's been years) Good artwork, good storyline, good characters and as far i remember you can unlock one chapter of the character route per day (mabye two days, idk) and the mc's background has an important role in every route (she's a zombie! she's pretty now but eventually will fall apart, aaaaand her story gets expanded in one of the routes!) ((shes also adorable)) There's also a sequel, if you wanted more of the boys! never finished it but i'd recommend it

Honorable mentions! Huellitas Mágicas is a great game! has a really good cast with well fleshed arcs for all the characters, even the scondary ones! The game shines more for the development of *all* the characters rather than just the protagonist/ml. The main theme is overcoming insecurities! Each love interest has a different way of helping our (very insecure) protagonist and helping different characters with their own struggles :DD

10/10 i recommend this game if you want something cute and can be finished in a few hours, if i remember right. It also has a sequel! with like- 12 new love interests, also never finished it bc i didnt found a guide that worked for me but ñek

A3! is my canon event as a gacha player. Discovered the english/global server, tried it and got bored, left it for a few months, tried it again and fell in love, noticed the game was going to shut down bc low sales -HAHA :(-. This is not a otome btw, this is here bc Izumi has to be one of my favorite protagonists in gacha games ever

last but not least! Obey me! Shall we date? oh dear, what have they done to you :(. The original had intense powercreep to force you to pull cards -multiple times bc that makes them stronger- and even now, the company showed a lot of favoritism to some characters, leaving others to dust bc they don't make the same money. Not to say, they released a new game with the same cast and new main story (ignoring all what happend before). And let me say: THEY LITERALLY WANTED TO KILL THE ORIGINAL GAME.

Nightbringer might be a decent game but i don't trust the devs anymore, i still remember what happend with Asmo's birthday right after the release, and honestly i don't want to sit there watching how they disrespect my favorite characters again and again and again. Loved the characters hated the devs. 5/10 you can play it if you want but i don't recommend spending money on it, it's not worth it, just search #obey me here in tumblr and enjoy the amazing fanworks that i can assure you have a lot more love than the game itself

i miss my wife man (mammon and levi)

[mariaace]

Hiii im sorry i don't know if you are taking requests rn so feel free to ignore this! But can you like write what would arranged marriage with gojo be? Feel free to ignore it! :3

A/n: I'm not sure if my reqs were open when you requested this, but I'll do it!! I really hope you like this💜 p.s i am sorry this took so long ><

Warnings:none? Genre:fluff Type: headcanons

Anime:jjk Pairing:Gojo Saturo

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Arrangement marriage with Gojo is uhm... complicated. I would say

First he wouldn't be very open to you and nor would he expect you to be too. He would give you space, because he doesn't want to make you do anything you aren't comfortable with, as he knows how arrangement marriages could be.

After the documents and everything is done he would like to have a talk to you on four (eight) eyes (forgive me), to set some boundaries, in order to know what you are and aren't comfortable with

Honestly you would still get flirty comments once you two get more comfortable with each other. Compliments and other things are just a must with him at this point

Because of the fact that he is a sorcerer, if you aren't one he will make sure that you don't get involved in absolutely anything to do with his battles. The least he wants is for you to get hurt because of him.

If you are however i feel like it would be better for your relationship. Because you would be able to spend more time together and talking to each other. He would help you learn and fight training fights with him would honestly be fun.

He would introduce you to Megumi, Yuuji and Nobara and ofc Nanami. He would ramble a lot to Nanami about your marriage so he probably already knows you. (Speaking of which when Nanami met you for the first time he was like "I am so sorry for you" lmao)

Anyway back to the point. Introducing yo his students went so normal. Nobara and Itadori would probably be more curious and ask a lot of questions about the marriage and you, until Megumi kicks them and apologizes for them. Lmao

Once you two actually grow very comfortable it would be just like having a roommate aaaaand he might catch feeling for you (he will) ><

If he does catch feelings during the marriage he'll tell you the most funny way ever like "Would marry me for the second time" say yes okay?

Honestly being in an arrangement marriage with Gojo is probably fun, not overwhelming and cute.

©mariaace 2024 please do not copy, translate, steal or claim any of my works !

Reblogs are highly appreciated!

[matchingbatbites]

Wiggly 🧠🪱 Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @runninriot ! 🩵

Today I'm thinking about Corroded Coffin hiring a lingerie maid to clean Eddie's apartment as a joke, because somehow - between being kind of a loser in high school and being too busy once they actually became famous - Eddie is still a virgin.

He's prepared to spend however long in his office just ignoring whatever girl has the job, but he isn't expecting an actual goddess, the most beautiful woman he's ever seen to show up and strip down to a lacey red bra and panty set - garter belt and stockings and sinfully high heels included.

Eddie still ends up holed away in his office, but it's because he's trying not to come off like a total fucking creep show because she's just so gorgeous.

Stevie on the other hand, is having the time of her life. When she learned where her assignment would be, she was expecting some sleazy, lecherous, asshole rockstar. Instead, Eddie's so sweet and he's clearly trying his goddamn best to be respectful, and Stevie can't help but tease him as she cleans the office.

"You're acting like a nervous little dog," Stevie eventually says as she's dusting all the little knick-knacks on Eddie's desk. "Do your groupies never dress up all sexy for you?"

"I'm sure they do," Eddie replies as he glaces at her quickly, "but uh, I've never slept with one to know."

"No? I thought a rockstar like you would love that, having a constant stream of girls practically throwing themselves at you."

Stevie picks up a few pieces of trash and reaches over to drop them in the trash can, bending over more than is probably necessary. It's worth it when she hears Eddie try and fail to bite back a whimper.

"It, uh. It's a bit different when those girls are expecting said rockstar to be some kind of sex god but he's actually still a virgin."

No fucking way.

"Are you really?" she asks as she props her hip against the desk, and Eddie swallows hard as he nods and shrugs.

"I just. Haven't had the opportunity."

Stevie tuts at that and reaches out to twist one of his curls around her manicured finger. "Pretty boy like you? I'm sure you've had plenty of opportunities."

Eddie's blush deepens, the pink that's been dusting his face since Stevie arrived settling into a warm red. He's so fucking cute, and she can't help but tease him more.

"You can tell me the real reason, I promise I won't judge. Are you too embarrassed by your inexperience, baby? Or maybe you're just nervous. Maybe you're waiting for some pretty girl to come along and take charge, to teach you how it's done."

Eddie's pupils blow out, making his eyes even bigger and darker, and Stevie knows she's struck gold.

🪱🪱🪱

No pressure tags @steddie-island @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe aaaaand @wynnyfryd

[homebrewhighway]

Magic Item: Potion of True Self 🏳️‍⚧️

I made this free potion for dnd 5e during pride month that could probably fit into basically any TTRPG. Despite the trans aesthetic its intended to be inclusive of characters who are nonbinary, queer, or whatever else to make any kind of physical gender transition in game without retcons or powerful spells. I designed it specifically not to mess with game mechanics like race switching or to work on unwilling creatures so its really just a roleplay thing hence why its so cheap.

Aaaaand as it turns out unsurprisingly this has been done before, at least in pathfinder. It's called the Elixir of Sex Shifting [see here: https://www.d20pfsrd.com/magic-items/wondrous-items/e-g/elixir-of-sex-shifting/] and good on paizo for being way more progressive than the pinkerton loving wizards of the coast who are not vibe.

Regardless I think the drawing is cute at least so I hope someone gets something out of it.

[This content is free for Personal Use or Commercial Use with credit] 

check out my other stuff here: patreon.com/HomebrewHighway

[pathetichoney]

[Image ID: Hero costume design for Ashido Mina. Below her horns, she has a pair of white rimmed goggles resting in her hair, the lenses being purple. She's wearing a cyan and purple sleeveless cropped top with a black hood, white fingerless gloves and white socks. She has a white belt with a high saturation blue/purple coloured belt buckle that is tied to both a pair of primarily purple and cyan shorts, as well as a baggy pair of black pants over top. The pants have cut outs at the sides, showing both her shorts and upper thigh, while ending mid-calf. Her shoes are made of thick material, her right shoe being purple with cyan straps, her left being cyan with purple straps. They both have cream soles. There are four additional diagrams showcasing various aspects of her costume, being her gloves (label: open for acid shooting & reinforced knuckles), a pouch on the back of her belt (label: pouch for acid neutraliser throwables), the thick soles of her shoes and an underview of said soles (labeled: holes for optimal acid skating). Text of image below:

cy[pH]er

outfit inspired by breakdance mixed with activewear for ideal hero usage

cypher is a breakdance term for a circle that breakers (dancers) form then dance in

stylised as cy[pH]er to emphasize the ph, referring to the pH scale for acid

fighting style is a unique blend of breakdance and capoeria with tweaks to improve quirk use

End Image ID.]

aaaaand here is my ashido mina costume redesign!!! really happy w how the design turned out, not so sure on the drawing itself. drew it back in may and i've been looking at it ever since, so i've noticed a few things that i could fix, but its been too long so i'd have to redo the whole thing and ahahah no. may redo it in the future, but for now it gets the job done. it was deffo fun trying to draw mina, she's a dear favourite of mine so it was fun to play around with her inhuman appearance. i wasn't sure if i managed to capture my hc appearance of her, but her canines aren't sharp they're just kinda large and stick out slightly. there's a japanese term for it, yaeba, and it's generally regarded as a cute thing. also her tongue and inner mouth is more vibrant red, which i thought would go with her pink skin. her skin is pink due to her quirk and while using the ph scale, the highest strength acid is usually red. i thought it fit lol. also please praise me on the name, while i will forever adore her going as alien queen, i LOVE the unique-ness of cy[pH]er.

[wrr000]

＂ｍａｄｅ　ｏｆ　ｇｏｌｄ＂

- Heimdall short about braiding his hair, this idea has been in fandom for a quite time

Summary: gender neutral reader, reader is simping, Heimdall is chilling

Warnings: very short, bad English

"It wasn't a request. I'm telling that you will do it", Heimdall said, not even looking at you.

He took a chair and moved it, sitting with his back to you. It doesn't seem like he would take a "no" as an answer.

You were standing right behind him, still in a little shock.

"Wha- But, you really want me to do this?", it sounded stupid, but you had to be sure.

"Don't make me repeat myself..." he spat, visibly irritated.

That felt weird. Really weird. You even suspected a some kind of trick, but no, you knew he was serious. Besides, if he was really planning something, he would done it openly. This guy would announce that you're going to die.

Yet you couldn't help, but just felt embarrassment coming from him. A cocky God like him asking you, someone far below for braiding his hair? But he just did and it got you surprisingly excited.

"Aren't you scared that I will.. Do something. My hands will be close to your eyes...", you chuckle, taking a step forward.

He tilted his head slightly back to look at you, messy strand of hair fell on his face, "Try your luck, sunshine, but I will feed to Gulltoppr".

So cold. You sighed deeply. He sure struggled at this moment. Always ready to insult you in the most savage, but fancy way thinking that he is so funny, yet couldn't take a little tease at this very moment. What a shame.

It got you even more excited. You giggle in mind. You find something cute in this situation. Maybe it was him trying to act so unphased or that from all people from Asgard he chose you.

Wait. Did you just thought he was cute? And you actually wanted to do him a favor? Damn. Even in moment of his weakness he's catching you off guard.

But let's be honest, his hair were always so perfect and well-groomed. Blond and shiny like gold. Always out of your reach. You were so curious about them. No wonder you felt like a child in candy store.

"Fine, I will do it", you tried to hide your enthusiasm. "You are in good hands".

"Be useful for once", he shut down your positivity.

Without reply you got right into your task. You touched his hair. So soft! And thick, and healthy, and woah! You were amazed. Those were really a God's hair. You could touch them all day!

You started to braid them and you lost yourself in thoughts. This morning you saw him without his usual hairstyle. Heimdall walked into your place with loose hair. He didn't tied them in a ponytail, he just let them fell on his face. He... Screw this, yes, this idiot looked quite handsome.

You realized that you didn't ask him why he came to you. This was his hairstyle for years, why he needs you to do it today? Did his usual person couldn't? You thought about Sif, but you wasn't sure if she'd really wanted to have something to do with this guy besides work for Odin.

You slap yourself in mind. Thinking too much in presence of Heimdall wasn't the best idea. But then it hits you. He hasn't said a word.

You focused so much that you didn't notice how quiet he was. No comment about your hand slipping a few times, nothing about you messed up two braids. Complete silence.

You looked at his shoulders. They seem'd to be pretty relaxed. Were he... sleeping?! You wanted to take a quick look at his face, bo you didn't dare. You enjoyed your peace. But he had to be asleep! You smirked. For some reason it felt good knowing that he is so relaxed and chill around you (at least for now).

Time flies and in a blink of an eye you had finished your work. You smiled, hot red on your face. You were proud of yourself beacuse it looked good. Fine piece of work.

"Aaaaand done!", you laugh, placing your both hands on your hips.

After a moment Heimdall get up, looking straight into your bright eyes. You knew he wanted to immediately read your mind, but you had nothing to hide besides the truth!

"Don't flatter yourself", he said as his face turned a little red. You knew he read it all. He carefuly touched his hair, checking up your work.

"I must say, you finally did something good, I'm happy for your progress", you could feel the irony in his voice, but you didn't care. You were still smiling, admiring your own work... or maybe him too. He looked as good as always.

"And don't count on any payment", you didn't at all. Hard to admit, but you did it with pleasure. And he knew that for sure, "Maybe I will treat you a fine drink tonight, but only if I will be in a good mood".

You shake your head. Your heart was beating faster than usual. What was happening to you? Stay calm, please.

He turned and started walking towards the door. You had to admit-- it was quite-

"-enjoyable", Heimdall thought, starting his daily patrol on the wall.

[dio-icarticaae]

Yay, a Batgirls episode!

As an old sibling this is a very fair and honorable deal.

Aaaaand Babs is already Not Having It. Ha.

STEPH. Did you steal an ice cream truck and made the terrified driver pilot a drone?!?!

Menaces, both of you.

I feel Babs' expression deep in my soul.

Love how Barbara is So Done with them but is still covering for Steph and Cass. Very cute.

[assassyart]

Odd question.

Who would you say was more unfairly sidelined?

Angela Cross, Sasha Phyronix or Talwyn?

Hmm. That's an interesting one. Sure, I'll bite!

I guess this may be a bit controversial, but I don't really think Angela was "unfairly sidelined" at all. She had her place in the story in Going Commando, a prominent one at that, and despite me thinking her arc kinda sucks in GC, it doesn't erase the fact that her character was basically done after Going Commando. Her one goal was to stop Fizzwidget Qwark from releasing the crazy Protopet.

It's only now with ACiT and RA that Angela actually serves a purpose beyond Going Commando (and even saying that is a stretch, considering the purpose as of right now is just a mix between "where did she go?", "is she a lombax?", and the fact she is presumably with max apogee). She was never *intentionally* sidelined, in my opinion.

Overall, she was just a fan-favorite side character until they accidentally messed up with the whole "last Lombax" thing, and she didn't really seem all that important to the main characters beyond being a girl Ratchet thinks is pretty and wants to impress lol.

The other two, on the other hand... they both have it pretty bad.

Sasha is never brought up after Deadlocked's intro scene until the comics, post-ACiT. Even in the comics, Ratchet and Sasha's relationship is barely touched on, so we don't really have any idea of why they broke up besides that one site that claimed it was because of political differences. Sasha is treated like she wasn't important to the cast when she clearly WAS important to, at the very least, Ratchet. She isn't that important of a character to the story which is why I wouldn't be all that surprised if we don't see her again, but she was still IMPORTANT to a character and that alone means she deserved more than just an offscreen send-off in the comics.

It's like they specifically took Ratchet to a completely different galaxy so they could avoid past characters and introduce new ones, and OH HEEY WAIT A MINUTE, does this kinda sound familiar...?

Because it happened again. That's essentially the same thing that Rift Apart does. To avoid the elephant in the room (Ratchet's important relationships with other characters that would add to his hesitation with risking it all to go find the Lombaxes, i.e. Azimuth, Vendra, Talwyn, Cronk, Zephyr, Tachyon, etc.) they straight up just ignore having to talk about those characters by putting him in a position where they will never realistically be brought up— a different dimension, with new characters.

Despite Into the Nexus cementing Talwyn as an important character and RA being the sequel to Nexus, Rift Apart chooses to play it as safely as possible by vaguely mentioning her in one very easily missable dialogue that is, while cute, not important whatsoever towards Ratchet's inner conflict.

If this was the first time her character was treated like this, it wouldn't be a big deal... but this isn't the first time. She was (allegedly) axed from A Crack in Time, axed from Full Frontal Assault, had her role minimized in Into the Nexus, and was reduced to a credits cameo in Rift Apart. Anytime she DID have screentime, it was rarely spent developing her or her goals, and instead developing Ratchet's character and motivations.

Things do HAPPEN to Talwyn, but they happen so that she can be more relatable to Ratchet, not because it'll benefit her character.

In conclusion: sasha got the worst of it by being completely ignored until the comics because she was too cool and capable and will probably never show up again. angela isn't that bad because she still gets referenced and the door is still wide open for her to be included in a future game whenever IG decides they've had enough fun messing with going commando fans, but i do understand and sympathize with the pain of waiting over twenty years to see her again. aaaaand talwyn is a big ole mess but she's my mess so i love her no matter how many times they cut her from the games :D

[weirdocvnt08]

Title: Hair Care & Kisses

Relationship: Rise!Leonardo/Yuichi Usagi

Words: Under 1K

TW: None

Author is listening to: My Love by maye

AN: This drabble has NO relation to my current ROTTMNT Human AU “Crazy Little Thing Called Life”. Also this drabble has been edited so for those who are here for a re-read, hello! <3

~<3~<3~<3~<3~<3~

Yuichi was over at the Hamato household as another one of his impromptu visits and currently sitting on Leo’s bed, scrolling through some Instagram reels on his cellphone as he let his boyfriend brush his long straight hair.

Initially, Leo had only brushed his hair because one night while they were cuddling the curly haired teen had run his fingers through Yuichi’s hair but got caught on clumps of dime sized knots underneath the lower half of the other boy’s scalp. When a half-asleep Yuichi yelped at the sudden tug, Leo had made him sit up while he went to retrieve two of his brushes and some hair clips from his shelf to work on de-tangling his boyfriend’s hair.

It wasn’t Yuichi’s fault that sometimes (or more like most of the times) he just didn’t feel like performing the whole act of brushing his hair, but after sitting through fifteen minutes of Leonardo making constant remarks over how his hair is way easier to manage unlike his own tight curls that needs extra care and attention, should at least brush it once a day. Yuichi eventually agreed with a little pout and thanked him for the dreaded save of having to deal with de-tangling his hair himself.

Now on days whenever the white-haired teen comes over to visit his boyfriend, Leo will brush his hair for him if he didn’t feel like doing it himself. In fact, he’d prefer for him to do it because he knew he didn’t mind and loves how much care Leo puts into something that should be a mundane act.

Today Leo wanted to put a little more effort and styled Yuichi’s hair sort of into his usual high ponytail except he parted the hairs from the front of his scalp into six small sections that were then tied back at mid-scalp, using the remaining groups of hair to make six simple braids. He then tied it all together with the rest of his untouched hair and leaving only two locks of hair at the front of his face where his bangs would typically be.

“Aaaaand, done! Turn around so I can get a good look at you. Nothing feels too tight, right?” Leo asked as he parted the other teen’s hair so it could lay over his shoulders. Yuichi did as he was told, shifting his body around to turn and face Leo as he shook his head. “No, it feels fine” he replied.

Leo cupped his face with both hands, tilting it up so they were looking directly at each other. At first it was just to see if nothing looked weird at the front of his hair, but it didn’t take too long for his eyes to wonder onto his boyfriend who was already softly staring at him. Now that Leo’s eyes were locked onto his, Yuichi slightly tilted his head to the side with a cute smile and a curt “Hi.”

Instantly Leo’s heart burst in an explosion of affection from how cute Yuichi looked and just was in general. He chuckled as he bent down to lean his face close to his and cooed “You’re so fucking cute” followed with an immediate attack of kisses Leo placed all over his face.

Yuichi happily accepted the kisses, already used to Leo’s affection bombs and waited for him to finish to respond, “And you’re really pretty.”

Leo gave him a confident smile and replied “I better be. I put a lot of effort to look this good!”

Replying to his boyfriend’s response with a small and playful eyeroll, Yuichi wrapped his arms around Leo’s waist as he stared up at him. “Can’t you ever take a compliment and just say ‘thank you’?”

“I wouldn’t really be me if I did, now would I bun?” Leo quipped back as he laid his arms over Yuichi’s shoulders.

“No, you wouldn’t” The other teen indisputably replied with a mock sigh. He then craned his neck higher towards Leo and Leo immediately leaned back down to give him his silent request for a kiss.

Yearning for more bodily contact, Yuichi tugged at Leo’s waist, urging him closer to the bed and once Leo had both his knees planted on top of the mattress Yuichi pulled them both down onto the mattress. Their lips never broke apart once and like clockwork their limbs snaked around each other until they were comfortably slotted against the other.

Music that Leo left on from earlier softly played in the background and helped them with the momentum of their kisses. It would change from short and chaste to deep and passionate, along with the in-between playful nips to one’s bottom lip. The sound of their smacking lips filled the room and just the entire atmosphere made them feel like they were in their own little personal heaven.

They were so lost in each other that they didn’t hear the commotion coming from outside Leo’s room until suddenly they were interrupted by Mikey who, without even knocking, entered Leo’s room and announced “Leo! We’re back with your order of wings you asked for, come out and get—oh! Hi Usagi! Didn’t know you were here!” He cheerfully greeted his friend.

Quickly the Japanese boy pulled away to clear his throat, then picked his arm up that was draped over Leo to wave at Mikey’s direction and greeted him back “Hi Mikey!”

Donnie was next to poke their head into Leo’s room and their eyes immediately zeroed in on the entangled and hugging form of their brother and his boyfriend.

“Oh, the unofficial resident is here. Don’t you ever have something to do at your own home?” They asked rhetorically and monotonously with a sassy quirk to their filled-in eyebrow.

Leo, annoyed with his siblings for barging into his room and not immediately leaving him and his boyfriend alone, shouted “Shut up Donnie! Maybe we should replace you with Yui since he doesn’t stay up late and rage over a game in the middle of the night for all of us to hear for your Twitch streams!”

Donatello glared at their twin’s back and with crossed arms, let out an offended scoff as they bit back “Preposterous! I’ve lived here my whole life and I’m not going anywhere!”

Seriously, couldn’t they read a room and see he wanted to be alone with Yuichi and go back to the sweet kissing action he was just receiving a few moments ago?! “Ugggh, whatever! Just get out of my room, both of you, now! We’ll be out in a minute!”

Mikey let out a snicker as he turned around and dragged a judging Donnie with him back to the kitchen so their brother can have a moment longer alone with their guest before they steal him from Leo for the rest of his visit.

Leo let out an exaggerated sigh as he buried his face into the crook of Yuichi’s neck.

“Oh my god, no one prepares you for your lack of privacy in a household with three siblings, not including the other one who doesn’t even live here.” Leo whined.

Yuichi snickered at his boyfriend’s reaction but held him tighter and kissed his forehead.

“I don’t know how anyone could but ya’know, maybe I should just move over here, permanently, since I am here pretty often.” He teased with a shit-eating grin.

Leo’s heart rate spiked as he picked his head up to stare at Yuichi with a flustered and faux-annoyed look as he dried out “Oh ha-ha, real jokester huh. Shut up and let’s just go before they come back in here with Raph and Pops.”

Before Leo could get up from the bed, Yuichi placed his hand on Leo’s cheek to plant a loving kiss to his plush lips, to which Leo instinctively reciprocated.

“Aishiteru, dārin” He sweetly told the other.

Leo’s chest felt full of warm love as he shyly grumbled “Yeah, I love you too cariño.”

With one last shared kiss they untangle themselves from each other and got up from the bed content. They shared a smile with each other before leaving the room and joining the rest of Leo’s family who were already eating and debating on which movie they should watch after eating and April joins them once her classes finish.

[sketchfanda]

A Little Moxxie Love Party

New Dawn, New Day...

Dawn was a peculiar sort of hellhound in that you had to wonder had she been human in a previous life, after all how many hellhounds were so feisty and patriotic as she was? Small wonder she didn't standout too much in her little homestead in one of Wrath's small towns being a full on mascot for the state of Texas, with her home to her swimwear or her rides sporting the red, white and blue of the American flag and of course her accent and choice of fashion. But hey in Hell everyone was an oddity with a quirk one way or another and damn if she wasn't easy on the eyes, the kind of gal who could show you a good time so long as you weren't being a douche about it by thinking she was an easy lay.

Which of course made it a bit of a hassle for the patriotic hound babe as lack of action with any decent guys packing between their legs made for severe dry spells and boredom especially when her heat cycles would kick in. Soon as that alarm clock went off, she'd be spending her hours somewhere on her ranch-land twerking on and ramming one of her many stars and stripes coloured dildoes just to ease her itch. So of course in her little slice of heaven as she sat on her porch looking out at the view of her modest middle of nowhere town, it just so happened the latest estrus was pending at high noon. That fire of pleasure stirring within her loins as she felt her netherlips quiver and gush with sticky warmth which flowed down her thighs and set her every nerve ablaze.

it was an intense one to say the least and getting worse by every passing second to a point where not only would her toys or fingers not get the job done but she was going to need a man and soon! And she damn well sure didn’t want to jump any random demon that was for damn sure, slim pickings we’re already a default option around the wrath circle especially this neck of the woods. When lo and behold, if ever there was proof that there was a God, he had heard her lusty prayers and sent her salvation as a few feet away from her domestic patch of land, there pulled up and parked a large SUV baring the logo I.M.P. The sweetest, cutest looking imp she had ever seen exiting the vehicle as he tugged in his collar, no doubt not quite used to the heat around these parts and made his way over to her when he saw her.

Moxxie:*Unaware of the danger he had entered imo the vicinity of as he stood before the hellhound hottie, whose eyes were locked on him as they burned with lust.*”Uhm hello miss, you wouldn’t happen to know if I’m close to any gas stations around here would you? My ride’s running low and….miss? Are you okay?”*The thespian at heart started getting a familiar feeling he knew all too well from experience, here he was on his way to pick up Millie from her recent quality downtime with her family and wouldn’t you know it, the company car needed gas. Only to start picking up a few signs from Dawn’s body language such as the sensual smile growing on her face aaaaand ooh crumbs were those glowing hearts in her eyes? Suddenly it hit him now Loona often got that same look when she went into heat….aaand that’s when it occurred to him he was screwed…*

Dawn knew for sure she was in that state of mind when she would be so horny that she would almost pounce in the first guy she’d want to bone her. But soon as she laid her eyes on Moxxie, it was a different story as that earnest, sweet and sincere face made her heart beat as she smiled a sensual smile and got up from her seat to make her way towards him. Leaning down to cup that cute freckled face as she pressed her muzzle to his lips to give him a deep, passionate and sloppy kiss. The feel of her tongue clashing with his ensuring he got the hint as to what she desired from him, her tail wagging as she felt those hesitant hands to reach out and cup a handful of her denim clad ass as she could tell that it wasn’t his first time with a hellhound in heat.

If Dawn thought she was delighted with the sudden assertiveness of Moxxie’s grabbing her ass, the momentum of where their make out lewd to only served to increase the pleasure she was feeling as she had the imp in her living room. Making him sit on the couch as she was topless and had rendered him bottomless after taking away his pants, her arousal increasing upon seeing his cock in all its naked glory wondering how he managed to confine that whole length and girth in his boxers. Not it stopped her from proceeding to suffocate herself upon performing intense fellatio, deep throating that slab of meat as she sucked and blew on it as the taste of his pre dazzled her tastebuds. Before then sandwiching it between her her furry titties as he thrust his quite well built hips, his rod pumping ii to the valley of her soft twin pillows.

But as fun as this round of foreplay was of course, it was a whole other story when it came to the exquisite rapture of finally having that veiny piece of infernal heaven finally penetrate her. Seeing stars as inch after inch of that big imp cock hammered into her sloppy pussy’s warm inviting embrace as he was, naturally for a hellhound, doggy style. The patriotic country canine babe howling and moaning alike in ecstasy, tits swaying like pendulums as her asscheeks clapped and jiggled with every impact of their loins as Moxxie hugged around her waist while mounting her. His balls smacking hr clit and making her juices splash on down to join the growing puddle on her mahogany pinewood floor.

Bright neon pink hearts glowed bright in Dawn’s deep sky blue eyes, panting as her tongue was drooling just as much as slutty pussy. Her brain running wild with fantasies of wanting this sweet little red possum knocking her up with a litter of adorable little imp hellhound hybrid babies. The pitter patter of little feet filling her ranch home making her sensually holler for Moxxie to give it to her more, tomfuck her harder and deeper than he already was. She’d been with her share of man, especially when she went into heat but none of them had ever made her actually want kids before, that’s just how good the imp was for her!!

All throughout her primal desire overloading brain, her inner voice chanted “Get Pregnant!” like a mantra, her arousal only increasing with every and any orgasms Moxxie got out of her. But ooh whenever he came inside her? It was a pure thrill especially when he didn’t yet go soft or limp, still able to go as they kept on fucking. Moxxie rocking her world as he demonstrated the depth and level of sexual skill and experience that made him quite popular among a certain growing club of women in heaven, hell and the living world alike.

Going from doggy style to cowgirl in forward and reverse to a mating press, often shifting their position around whenever the compact stud let loose and flooded her womb. Her cosy biological oven welcoming the buns wanting to be cooked all the while even her ass got a jackhammering and ooh the sweet sensation of having him fuck her face, her oral and anal holes feeling every bit as good as pussy. Her living room filled with the rhythm and natural music of a man and woman dancing the ancient dance to mate and breed, with so fsr little to no signs of stopping. But alas all things have to come to an end eventually.

By the time Moxxie had finally managed to satisfy Dawn, the sun was starting to set as he finally arrived at Millie’s family farm, greeted by her and Sally May who were surprised and puzzled as to why he was late. Only to see the state he was in and start putting two and two together, the shortstack killer grinning with delight as she knew once Moxxie was rested well enough, she’d probe him for details particular the name of her man’s newest lady friend. In good time of course, right now her Moxxie needed a good meal and a nice bath or shower for his aching numb body. While back on Dawn’s ranch with the hellhound in questions……..

The Hellhound hottie was humming a little country tune to herself as she towelled herself off after a very relaxing, steamy shower. Parking her naked furry body on the couch as rubbed her stomach, giggling as she felt her womb still so filled with Moxxie’s seed. Wondering if he did managed to impregnate her, and if not, well she would need to make sure it was definite next time around. While she hasn’t managed to get his number, he was sure to have a social media account or or few as she found and picked up her phone, unlocking it and accessing the net.

A hum of curiosity came from her lips as she noticed one of Hell’s social media platforms for porn was trending no.1 nonstop with the hashtag “Red Possum”. Tapping it to find it lead her to the home page of Skullfuck productions which had a want ad all points bulletin calling for any details anyone might have for sightings and encounters with a certain rather familiar imp. Dawn grinning as she began dealing the number provided, tail wagging as she had a thought pass through her mind. Of her and her future baby daddy making some sweet, wild porn together…..grinning as she heard the voice of Mr.Sketch speak up, opportunity presenting itself big time…….

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Chloe Sin-claire:Mission IMPossible!!

To the business world at large, the woman known as Chloe Sinclair was an absolute enigma, a living puzzle of contrast by her very nature. She looked like some bimbo pin up model outside of the wet dream of a furry yet she somehow had the brains and knowhow to set up and run one of IF NOT the most successful business corporations on the planet. Sinclair Global, the leading force in many fields especially when it came to science with rumours abounding that her personal headquarters slash private home island being ground zero for all manner of experiments. Many of those same rumours often spoke of her as being a sexual deviant or a megalomaniac or even somehow both.

But one thing was clear was that Chloe was a woman who enjoyed the finer things in life and for her that involved in scratching her libido’s itch. Be it getting very affectionate and hands in with some of her staff (sexual harassment?! What’s that?!!) or going to a hard extremes like using an ultra sonic cannon as a glorified vibrator, she was always looking for her jollies. And today she was about to have herself a very hellraising experience, emphasis on hellraising and for good reason as she currently stood late on a full moonlight lit night inside one of her headquarters’ many research labs. Clad in just a simple silky white bathrobe, her long luscious tail sensually swaying as she grinned at the peculiar old book she had in hand and stood before some sort of device constructed by her little brain trust of eggheads.

Chloe:0w0”Alright then, let’s see now….”*She mostly said to herself as she commenced with her latest bout of using her company equipment and resources for her own personal pleasure. The piece of tech she was tinkering with resembling a stargate as she flipped open the book and began typing in a sequence, the circular portion spinning around as 4 joint locks snapped on certain key symbols.*"Come on now, give me someone or something to rock my world..."*If she did this right, she was going to see what the demon world had to offer in ways of lovers. Perhaps a feisty, kinky succubus with shapeshifting capabilities or or some very well hung hellbeast!!?*

Soon as she input the last symbol sequence, she pressed the ol' Big Red Button and snapped on some safety shades as crimson light flooded the room. The gate humming with power before in a hum and a flash, out tumble something very small and tiny not to mention soaking wet which made the sensual skunk quite curious as to who and what she called through from who knows the Hell where. The lights kicking back on to reveal none other than resident favourite sweet little possum who going by his state of nudity and the glistening skin oozing off steam, had likely just been in the middle of a shower. Any confusion or disappointment Chloe had of course was non existant as those bright blue eyes of hers widened and twinkled with delight at the sight they laid upon before them. That being the long, thick slab of meat hanging between his small but oh so damn well toned legs as it became clear to her little ritual experiment had worked and then some.

Moxxie:"Ah damnit for the love of....okay whoever this and whereever I am now, let's cut to the chase already huh? Who are you and how and why are you......ooooh crumbs...."*Any issues or queries the thespian imp had in regards to his current situation were rendered moot as his golden eyes locked with the dazzling sapphires of Chloe's own, the lust within them twinlking as she wore a smiling sensual expression while peeling off her robe. Letting it fall to the ground as she exposed her silver and snow white furry naked form before the imp, licking her lips with erotic thirst as her furry thighs became slick and sticky with her flowing warmth at the adorable expression of scarousal on Moxxie's face. Not to mention that oh so lovely big imp cock of his rising up to stand to attention as it became stiff and erect on instinct in the presence of a bombshell like her. It was at this point the little imp knew where things were going.*

So it was no small wonder that laboratory soon became filled with the scents and sounds of the adult twister as Chloe was currently bouncing and riding on Moxxie’s cock cowgirl style. An expression of pure pornographic ecstasy on her sexy face from the raw pleasure of having inches of this slab of infernal heaven hammer in and out of her snatch’s lusty embrace and loving every damn second of it. Deep moans escaping her lips as the imp held and massaged her silky furry hips, the skunk bombshell relishing his gaze in the hypnotic bounce of her juicy tits snd the sway of her tail as a heavenly scent of lavender and strawberries came from it. Leaning down to capture his lip in a passionate kiss to once more express her boundless affection once more.

It wasn’t the first and certainly wouldn’t be the last time Moxxie found himself summoned by some random chance into the living world but especially a woman. But Chloe Sinclair had t be within the top 10 to 3 thus far of women to do so whose libidos could put a succubus to shame. Right off the bat she had started off intense by giving him a power sucking blowjob that made it feel like she’d drain out his soul and seed all at once and it escalated from there. Because of course a woman like her didn’t opt to settle for soft gentle vanilla sex, she was down to fuck like a pornstar going through the entire kama sutra.

And oh how they fucked, all capitals FUCKED long and hard with abandon, Chloe clearly relishing the stamina and staying power the sweet little imp. Those quite loaded heavy red balls of his pumping out his quite delicious and addictive seed which she relished feeling on her fur and flooding her insides. And oh it certainly helped he was quite the talented little lover boy but of course that summons ritual had intended to gift her with the company of the finest love maker in all of the inferno. Flagrant false advertising this most certainly wasn’t!!

For Moxxie, Chloe was a relentless force of erotic nature beautiful and deadly to behold all at once as an experience when it was clear the only way he was getting out of here was to give her exactly what she wanted most. Deep, hard fucking and ohh did she get it from missionary to doggy style to cowgirl in forward and reverse to being spooned and prone boned, unable to stop bucking and thrusting his hips. Especially with Chloe holding him in the warm embrace of her silky furred arms and legs as she drove and spurred him on to fill her with all the love he had to give. And oooh did he keep on giving.....

Now he wasn’t sure if there was succubus blood within the skunk babe’s family tree or she was just naturally that horny but one thing he could be certain of was that she was addictive!! He hadn’t experience sex this intense since the first time he ever did it with Millie, his first time with a woman at that, he’d almost thought he’d screwed up when his wife to be at the time had passed out with a smile on her face. And just when he felt like he would pass out, that scent of strawberries and lavender coming off of Chloe’s tail and fur seemed to rejuvenate and motivate him like tantric aroma thereapy. Much to the constant delight of the sensual bombshell of course at finding her sweet little possum still good to go in their intimate game.

After minutes passed into hours, dusk having set in long into the twilight of evening, Moxxie had somehow finally found himself back in his cosy little slice of Hell looking as emaciated and exhausted as a man who'd been lost in the desert dying of thirst only to have wound finding and nearly drowning in an oasis. His body marked in lipstick kiss marks, his clothes laying in a heap beside him with a business card in the suit coat pocket also marked with a kiss as it had Chloe's contact details and a bonus nude picture of her. Millie and Loona arriving surprised and puzzled to find the alpha male of their love life looking so fucked wondering just what or rather who had happened to him this time before getting to work giving him a little tlc r&r. After all he couldn't share the juicy details without a little food and hydration with some after care now could he?

Chloe meanwhile was enjoying herself a little personal selfcare session in the form of a warm bubble bath, humming as she held up her phone to admire the selfie she took with Moxxie. Mentally making plans for her next personal date with the sweet little possum imp as she looked forward to their next little love making session. Neither aware of the presence beyond the veil of the universe that had been watching, an ominous force within the vast crossroads of what many would call the multi-verse who had relished coming across the little romp between the skunk bombshell and the imp lover boy. Unseen and imcomprehensible to mortal eyes as she was, if Chloe were able to see her...it'd be like looking at a demonic mirror!!

Demon Queen Chloe:*An ethereal infernal flame bodied version of Chloe from a universe where she was a sort of Damned Fiend Overlord, hummed and giggled sensually to herself as she hovered among the vast sea of stars among space. Hovering around the earth like an invisible phantom eclipse as she beheld the blue planet like a rare gem she was admiring from a special jewellery box.*Mmmm, found you my sweet little possum.....I'll see you real soon..."*Pray for Moxxie folks, because he's going to all the hope he can get. You think basic Chloe was a handful, just imagine how wild and succubus horny this one is!!*

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It ain't Pretty...

Minerva Mink was a name that for many was associated with what could only be called an absolute sex goddess given shape and form in a curvy furry package, a girl who could turn heads and drop jaws whenever and wherever she went. Who could make even the most hetero woman question her own sexuality and could have a man be putty in hands and wrapped around her finger with a wink and a smile, but alas that had been her old life. Now here she was in Hell of all places though she figured it wouldn't be a big surprise she'd wind up here, what with being a case of literal lust on legs and as she found out, Heaven had a bit of a fickle stance on what souls got past the pearly gates. But while she could've likely given that redemption hotel she'd been hearing about a shot, the blonde furry bombshell decided to stick around for a different reason, mainly getting some payback and on who and why you might ask?

None other than Slappy Squirrel, ooh Minerva could never forget or forgive that trolling underhanded silverfox of a rodent, who somehow managed to age like fine wine despite having the attitude of a crotchety cantankerous hag. But it wasn't just envy over the fact that somehow the ol' battle-axe of a cougar somehow managed to become a big name Overlord in no time thanks to that infamous love of violence and that destructive nature of hers but Minerva knew it was partly her fault how she wound up dying and landing here to begin with. You see, boys and girls, not long after a certain sweet possum of ours had caused Slappy to shed the mortal coil, her demise had set off a string of hits from sinners come in and put out on old toons be they those who did a lot of wrongs or were outright villains long overdue on their karma warranty. With Minerva having been one such target put down for death by her old plaything Newt the hunting dog, yes sir, he was not forgiving or forgetting that cockteasing blueballing especially after the run-in that caused him to wind up as deep south as you could get.

Ironically it so happened to be Moxxie that did the deed on pulling the trigger, seems Blitzo for once had been impressed at how the thespian handled the Slappy job so he decided he could handle the gig. Which he pretty much did having taken to a simple approach by disguising himself as a hunter, she never saw it coming until she found the barrel pointing right between her eyes and boom, here she was in Hell with a splitting headache. But she couldn't stand the idea that somehow both in life and here, that damn squirrel was casting a shadow over her the old gal quickly becoming an overlord thanks to her destructive nature, and love of violence, while she herself found her charm almost non existent here especially compared to the average succubus and living a far cry from her life on Earth.

Her temper however, skyrocketed when she finds that Slappy is living the high life as an overlord, the kind of life of luxury she should've been living instead of actually, dare she think, working whatever passed for minimum wage in Hell. Or worse if things didn't improve for her at this rate, she might actually have to turn out tricks as a hooker!! Back in the living world she'd be turning heads and have simps laying on the ground to be doormats while down here she couldn't expect a manual on how a sinner could become an overlord!! Slappy on the other hand managed it at a rate not seen since the infamous arrival of the Radio Demon and she couldn't stand for it!!

So soon as she had found out where Slappy was living, she managed to steal and secure herself a weapon (good time to see if somebody could die in Hell twice!!) and upon arriving, snuck and broke in intent on giving her a piece of her mind, having been in the silver squirrel's shadow all her career and even now being dwarfed and outshined in the afterlife!! However, she made the mistake of attempting to attack her when she was having a 'personal meeting' with none other than Moxxie and Millie, having kicked the door down only to pause in awkward silence and confusion at the sight before her. The very same imp that had offed her having his horned freckled head right between Slappy's legs while Millie had been making out with her made the mink sinner freeze up like a deer in the headlights. Which of course gave Millie ample time to lunge at her and disarm her, knocking her out as she caught her before she fell and hit the ground.

As the Wrath shortstack held onto Minerva, Slappy got an idea, the sort of idea that was awful, wonderful, awfully wonderful and wonderfully awful. Within a a frame of time Minerva soon woke up naked bound and gagged, seeing Millie in her bra and panties smiling that big gap tooth smile of hers as she held her phone like she was recording with a video camera. While laying atop her midriff was Moxxie and Slappy using her as a glorified living mattress for their loving which was a polite way of saying they were going at on top of her like weasels in heat!! Minerva was understably angry, at first that is and then slowly found herself feeling horny as she sees first hand how good the squirrel is getting it, the expression of bliss and ecstasy on her face as the imp was mounted atop while thrusting and pumping his shaft onto her.

Minerva could certainly tell it was a big dick for sure given the noticeable bump in Slappy’s stomach indicating the depth of his length and girth, all the while she felt the squirrel’s pussy juices dribbling down onto her Snow White fur. Her own netherlips quivering itch a growing need which reminded the Mink just how far too long it’d been since she had gotten laid well before she even wound up in this infernal…….inferno!! But damnit did she really want Slappy’s sloppy seconds and from the same guy who offed them to boot? Even if he did have a pretty cute face and a no doubt very impressive cock and….what was she thinking about again?

Slappy:*moaning sensual as she lowered her upper body to drape herself atop the bound and gagged mink sinner, their tits pressed and rubbing together. Moxxie hugging around her waist as he kept going like a piston into her snatch’s ever welcoming embrace as the silver squirrel looke back and forth between him and the mink.* “Mmm that’s the stuff little man, keep going, just how mama likes it. Ya know Blondie, normally I’d be pretty pissed at having my personal quality time with Little Man interrupted like you done. But just s happens seeing your pretty face gave me some thinking to do so here’s a deal for ya. I’ll let Moxxie have a go at rocking your world with the best fuck you’ll ever have in any lifetime but only if you agree to be my personal secretary. What do you say Minnie?”*The saucy squirrel spoke in between the gasps and moans she made as the imp hit some sweet spots. All the while her fingers teased the clasps on the ballgag in Minerva’s mouth as she awaited for when the mink would decide to answer yes or no on her proposal.*

Minerva:*Now at first she considered refusing, mentally debating how and why with the reason above all being the fact she’d truly be laying second fiddle to Slappy. But she knew eventually, inevitably she’d have to give in as even now she became overcome with lust running through her nerves like a trail of gasoline set on fire. Glaring at the squirrel with a mix of horny defiance as she gasped and landed at her smirking face while she inside and removed the ballgag.* “Alright fine You twisted bitch whatever…just….let me get some already!!l *How she loathed that smug yet sexy grin on Slappy’s face as she gave the mink a soft, sensual peck on the lips while she signally for Moxxie to cease and dismount from her.*

The imp obliged her, more than used to Slappy and her kinky whims as he pried his cock out of her snatch, his length and girth glistening with a heavy coating of her juices. Minerva's eyes wide and locked on that big slab of fat imp fuckmeat, looking on as Moxxie firmly but gently pried her lovely legs apart and rubbed the tip against her sticky wet slit. Making her shudder before she soon felt it penetrate her, inch after inch of womb pounding, pussy stretching infernal heaven sinking in and proceeding to make the idea of ever wanting another guy at all fade away and classify itself as obsolete!! Feeling an orgasm rock her and this had just been from from it going inside!!

Slappy sat besides Millie as the Overlord and the imp watched with voyeuristic delight at Minerva becoming properly acquainted with the most sexually stimulating and addictive lover in all of Hell. Sensually biting her lip at seeing the Mink get plowed and rocked in a mating press as their sweet little possum of a thespian brought his erotic A game given who his audience was. Hands caressing and groping Minerva's immaculate, curvy silky furry form all over as he thrust away like a jackhammer. Waterfalls flowing between their legs as any remaining doubt or hesitation on Minerva’s part was drowned out by pleasure, her bonds undone as she was soon taking it doggy style on her hands and knees which Slappy considered a rather fitting snd suitable position for her.

The silver fox squirrel soon threw herself back into the mix kn the bed, feeling that her Little Man had done enough to hook Minerva to that addictive dick of his as she knelt before her on the mattress. Grasping that lush blonde mane of hers as she pressed the Mink’s muzzle to her slit, the bombshell getting the hint as she began to miss and eat it out, hands grabbing Slappy’s quite juicy fine wine aged booty as she accepted her new way of life in hell. More so particularly once Millie came in along to make the threesome a foursome as she placed the camera down to capture the action at the best angles. Suffice to say the mink sinner was thinking maybe her new lot in the afterlife might not be so bad after all, as she found herself in a rather cosy and warm afterglow pile snuggling with the squirrel overlord snd the imps.

Afterwards in the days and weeks that followed that little encounter, Slappy’s reputation as an overlord was said to skyrocket thanks to her newfound personal secretary, whose level of seduction was ssid to be on par with a succubus. Making for an effective one two combination of sex and violence who in their downtime always made sure to spend some quality time with their favourite little man. Often signalling him by sending him a nude or a sexy picture such as one of them in lingerie with a bottle and glass of red wine in hand. After all it was the least they could do to thank the little red possum for making the most of what the could in Hell, sweeter than candy and greener kn the other side than any grass….how sweet it is…

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(Made a tk acc so yippee!)

Anyway, prompt:

Owen and Curt have been in in a (secret[ly gay]) relationship for a few months now, though they only see each other maybe a few days per month. (I think they prob met on a long mission together, hence giving them time to catch feels.) But this is their first full time off or mission together. Theyre staying in a hotel room, wanting to get a bit 🔥saucy🔥 but Owen makes the mistake of peppering bunches of kisses on Curt's neck.

Aaaaand of course Curt denies EVERYTHING and Owen thinks its ADORABLE and has to get him to admit it. Not so Mr-Tough-Spy now huh-

(The gist w/o giving it away, thoughts?)

Everyone go follow, we need more starkid/tcb fans in this community of ours! I’m so so close to being done with the semester but once I’m done I have so many great prompts to get to! I have some fun plans for this blog in the (hopefully) near future!

But I absolutely LOVE this, it’s so perfectly in character & so damn cute & sweet & I have so many feelings for curtwen & this will make those feelings hurt less lmao. Trust me; there was a time when they were happy

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if anyone has any hni requests send them in!! c:

Takeshi Sendo - When his s/o puts eyeliner on him

You were over at Sendo's house laying down on the floor staring at the ceiling. Sendo was busy watching the tapes of his next opponent on his TV and occasionally yelling at the screen. You were so bored and wondering what to do. You suddenly got a brilliant idea and searched for your secret weapon in your bag.

With your weapon in hand, you sat down next to Sendo who wrapped an arm around your shoulder letting you rest on him as the tapes continued. You patiently waited for a few more minutes and then striked the moment he put the last tape aside.

You took his arm off your shoulder, which made Sendo confused. He watched as you swung both your legs over to sit on his lap, straddling him. "Woahh babe watcha doin'. Y'got pumped after watchin' the tapes too?" Sendo said while smirking and holding on your hips. You can only imagine what sort of thoughts started going through his brain as he failed to notice you remove the cap of the eyeliner and bring it upto his eyes.

His attention finally snapped away from your body when you held his face to steady it for the eyeliner. "Eh, oi, what are ya doin'??" Sendo started flinching as he started processing the situation. You giggled, "Stop moving Takeshi. You're gonna be even sexier with a bit of eyeliner. Trust me!"

Making a bit of a defeated face and letting out a sigh, "Fine. Y'look all cute on my lap, so I'll let ya try it this one time." Sendo looked into your eyes as you glided the eyeliner along his eyelids. He squirmed a bit under you feeling a bit weirded out by something on his eyes.

Sendo's hands played with your butt to relax a little. Blushing you smack his hands away, "Stop it Takeshi, I need to concentrate." Biting on your lips you continue with your masterpiece. He lets out a frustrated groan and tries to be patient.

"Aaaaand.. done! See that wasn't so bad was it." You said smiling at what a great job you've done. "We'll see 'bout that." Sendo says grabbing a mirror in front of him. His eyes grow a bit larger as he checks himself out and roughs up his hair. While he checks out his new look from different angles, "Y'know what this ain't half bad."

You can't help but check out your boyfriend. The eyeliner adds to the intensity of his gaze and enhances his rugged features. This doesn't go unnoticed by Sendo. Putting the mirror aside, he pulls you closer to him. He looks into your eyes, and with a husky voice says "Aight you had your fun. Now time for me to have mine."

Needless to say you ended up not being bored for the rest of the day.

your eyeliner,

admin sar

[mpsansy]

(Had to edit this cause I first wrote it on Twitter/X >>> here )

So random UnicornWars related dream. But I had a dream that instead of just cute bears, their were also others like cats, dogs, etc. In said dream, I was a young bear with fur that was a mixture midnight & dark purple.

During training exercises, I was quickly known for being a resilient tracker. And for the most part, having fun at spotting my teammates pretending to be unicorns. However, with being good and getting so much praise from our Sargent, many did start to hate me. Or hate me more because now they were bested by a lady bear.

Not just a lady bear, but a bear who hid so perfectly and knew what moves to make. In one part of the dream, we were doing the same exercise in spotting our unicorn targets, and once again, I was catching many of them left and right. But a teammate of ours (either a walrus)

Was so agitated in losing that they decided to play dirty and plant multiple paint grenades. Not deadly ones, but they did burn as all hell when hitting skin and the eyes. To say I didn't get hit would be a lie, I did, but with fast thinking, I used a piece of metal to shield me, and my other teammates who were close enough to me that couldn't run anymore.

It was a very bad sight, as the color of the paint grenade coated the makeshift battlefield. With many poor creatures screaming and yelling out, in their own words, "THE PAINT!!! IT'S BURNING INTO MY SKIN!!"

There were so many pleading to call for medics, and they surely came. But in all that time, I looked in horror. And despite the fact that the teammates I was guarding thanked me for saving them, I just couldn't respond at that point. I was filled with confusion, anger, and

Above all else? Sadness. As I couldn't do anything to prevent this. But with this, I did know who caused all this. And my sights went to track them down. And easily enough they, too, were starting in fear of what they have done. If they had been smarter, they'd have pretended to be injured and removed themselves from the sight. But that didn't happen.

Instead, me and them were (very quickly) entered into a brawl where blood was spilling all over the place. And just perfectly, the rain began to pour down on us. I didn't think anyone was following us, but I was wrong.

Both my Sargent and one other bear looked at me me in silence as I was fighting the culprit of all those poor injured soldiers. Fighting not as a soldier but realistically as the animal I was. However, it wasn't long until the other bear came forward to deliver a swift blow to the culprits head as they had pinned me down and nearly choked me to death.

With a moment to breathe, I was carried away by the other bear. Assuring me that both he and the Sargent saw everything and knew it was them that caused this.

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Aaaaand, that's all I got. Just wanted to share this with the little followers who know about UnicornWars here. Just know that what I wrote is in no relation to anything in the movie. It's just a funny little thing that takes place in that world with the addition of other types of animals besides cute bears :p

[fireflylitsky]

Hehe Shisui is apparently popular today XD answered that one here

Fixing Overhaul. Oh boy, what to say for myself on this one? 😂 I have no excuse. I'm down bad for Overhaul and I am throwing my very dumb, cute moth girl at his face like a sopping wet t-shirt. The plot goes something like this: Kai's childhood friend, whom he thought was dead, has just tumbled back into his life. She's disgusting, of course, what with that 'silk' quirk of hers. But he can fix her, he's sure of it. (joke is on him in the end)

Aaaaand a snippey based on a pet names prompt:

As far as pet names go, most of that is beyond cringe to Kai. But he finds himself calling her one thing in particular--only in his head so far. Not all the time or anything, but it’s almost slipped out once or twice. 

It’s bound to happen at this point with how much he thinks it, and within a week it does.

“Stay close,” he says, resting his gloved hand against the small of her back as they walk. Despite his aversion to people and their filth, he’s learned that he feels better when he’s got a hand in her in crowds like this. 

99.9% of people will take one look and know to keep a distance from her. The notorious leader of the Shie Hassaikai is a repellent of sorts, generally speaking.

It’s the .1% he needs to be wary of. The people that see his hand on her like it’s painting a target. Like he's just given them a fun new way to get to him.

Either way, he needs her to stay close, and right now she’s faltering, getting distracted by a string of lanterns hung on a nearby shop.

“Fuwa,” he says, ushering her to move along with him.

She absently stumbles forward a step, still enraptured with the dancing flames flickering within the lanterns. Pretty fire—basically her kryptonite.

“Fuwa, sweetheart, come on.”

She stops in her tracks, head tipping back to look up at him with big blinky eyes. Ah, shit. She’s going to make a big deal out of this.

“What?” Her head tilts in genuine confusion. “What did you just call me?”

“It’s nothing,” he dismisses. “Just a common pet name, now let’s go.”

“A pet name,” she repeats, confused. “So am I your pet?”

“No.” He snorts. She’s so literal sometimes it’s comical.

“So it doesn’t mean anything?” she questions, still not moving.

“I—no. Not really. It’s just a name.”

“Oh,” she murmurs, suddenly sounding dejected, staring at the ground.

Shit.

“It doesn’t mean nothing,” he amends, heat creeping onto his cheeks.

“I was hoping it meant you liked me,” she admits like it's nothing with a slant of her mouth.

“Fu…” he sighs, exasperated. “It does. That’s exactly what it means, okay?”

“Really?” She brightens.

“Yes.”

“Well, I like you too, should I start calling you sweet tart too?”

Kai actually lets out a small, scoffing laugh, caught off guard. “First of all, it’s sweetheart, not sweet tart. Secondly, no.”

“Why not? I like you too.”

“Well I’m glad for that, but it doesn’t suit me.”

“Why not?”

“Because unlike you, I’m not very sweet.”

“I think you’re sweet, Kai,” she says earnestly, brows bowing up. “I think you’re the sweetest.”

That's what worries him. It twists his guts up when she says stuff like this. 

“That’s… nice of you, Fu. It is. That’s exactly why the name suits you. Why don’t you come up with a different name for me?” There. That’ll keep her busy in her head for about the next two hours. Maybe now he can actually get her to walk with him.

“Okay,” she beams, clearly excited by the assignment. 

“Good.” He pets her hair down over the nape of her neck, giving it an affectionate squeeze. “Now let’s go. Stay close.”

She doesn’t answer, a look of concentration already painted on her face as she picks up pace alongside him again. Lord knows what’s going on in that mind of hers. He might regret this later, but what’s done is done.

[placeinthemiddleofnowhere]

Bring me a dream

Part 6: Poundcake and Custard

Masterlist

Pairing: The Corinthian x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, smut, horror elements, body horror, manipulation, angst, oral f! recieving, PinV, dirty talk, corruption kink (Corinthian) , shy inexpereinced reader

A/N: Aaaaand, we're back with another chapter and an updated story outline! I've done it 😎 Hopefully I'll get another update out soon, for now, enjoy the angst and the cute little beans that are sweet dream and Corinthian ✨

(Also I think my taglist might be a little confused between chapters and interludes, so if you want to be on there/should be on there, just let me know 💕)

-🍰-

Corinthian felt like his entire world had been scattered into a gale force wind. As soon as he’d seen the alerts flash on his phone pinging for “no eyes” and “Corinthian”, he’d found himself in a blind panic, flurrying around and praying that you’d just answer your phone before you’d turned up to the club. But of course you just had to ignore his calls. 

He’d whipped himself into action immediately, he had fires burning under his feet, he was driving to the club before he could even think to wait for your answer. He knew that you ignoring him could only mean one thing. You’d run into the tortured soul that had had his eyes stolen from him and you were going to blame Corinthian for it. It was the only conclusion he could come to.

His hair whipped in the late night wind and he kept gulping down panicked breaths, taking every short cut he could think of while he thought of you. What would he say? Everyone on social media was already pointing their fingers at the infamous serial killer ‘The Corinthian’ and now you would be too. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t him. 

Why would he leave a victim alive? Why would he take their eyes before he killed them? It didn't track and it was obviously the shoddy workmanship of someone else. The real question was who?

Not that he had time for pondering on that. 

He eventually found himself hitting barriers, stuck in traffic that was sure to keep stuttering to a halt. He wouldn’t let that slow him down though, instead he turned off at the nearest parking sign and went running from there. Running. He really had lost his mind for you. 

He’d sprinted until his lungs burned, but eventually he’d made it. He found you. You were sitting on the sidewalk amongst a group of shaking and trembling souls, sitting in a similar state of distress as the others, stuttering and sinking into your friend like she was driftwood in a roiling ocean. It broke his heart to see you so upset.

He had to do something. He had to fix it. 

He approached you and Casey slowly, taking timid steps as if he were approaching a wounded puppy, and said your name softly, letting it drift over you both and break the miserable spell you were under. 

-🍰-

You heard your name cut through the night like an arrow and whipped your head up. You squinted through your tears only to see an all too familiar face sidling up to you. One you hadn’t expected to see.

The last man you wanted to see at that moment actually.

“Are you ok? Are you hurt?” he asked, bending down to meet you at your stoop. 

You backed away, burnt by his proximity and tugged on Casey’s arm, clutching her to you. Your body was on autopilot and you couldn’t help your reaction anymore. You needed to go back home and sit somewhere quiet where you could forget about the hurt and pain in the world and be amongst your baking equipment, living in your own little dreamland. 

“Hey, dude, maybe you should back off,” Casey growled, cinching her arms around you. 

“I don’t mean any harm, I just want to make sure she’s ok,” Corinthian murmured, “I tried calling, I saw the videos-”

“How did you know? How did you see the videos?” you snapped, feeling his words bring you back to sentience. 

“I just did, they were cropping up everywhere…I just… I made a promise to you and I wanted you to know I’ve been honouring it,” he stammered, losing his words for a surprising change. “I just came to make sure you were safe.”

Casey was looking between you both like you were insane, Corinthian was looking at you like a kicked puppy and you felt like you could do with ten pina coladas and a trip to the Bahamas. Were you going insane? Was this what happened to dreams that spent too long outside the dreaming? No. This was definitely just a you situation, you were sure of that. 

The cold kerbside was freezing through your skin and the wave of nausea was slowly passing. There was only so long you could spend sitting there dumbly getting looked at for answers from both of your companions and so you sighed and turned to Casey, knowing that getting away from the club could only be a good thing.

“This is…this is Cory,” you said, trying to rid her of her confusion.

She gawked and looked between you both a couple more times then frowned. You could only assume her brain was working overtime trying to come up with a couple million questions for you both. 

“Are you guys like…arguing or something?” She said, trying to figure out the situation.

“Or something,” you repeated, looking pointedly at Corinthian. 

“I get that you’re handling a lot right now, so why don’t I drive you both home and-“

“No!” You interrupted quickly, stopping him from possibly hurting you any further.

He still couldn’t come to your home. Especially not after all this. 

He clenched his jaw and you watched as his adams apple bobbed, his face transforming for a second before he nodded. He knew you’d be keeping your boundaries up in full force after this. That much you were sure of. 

“Why don’t I take you both back to my place and we can get away from all this,” he said softly.

You looked at him harshly, baring down with every shred of anger and disappointment that you had. It looked like it was working too, his pouty face was the picture of unhappiness. Like you’d shot him with your eyes. 

However you knew you couldn’t sit there forever and the last thing you wanted was to leave without knowing for sure if Corinthian had gone bad on his promise or if it truly was someone else. 

Could it be someone else? 

Could the man you loved do something so horrible? He’d done similar atrocities before, why not now? Though, you had to admit it didn’t track. It didn’t fit the rest of his crimes. Why would he suddenly deviate from his usual techniques just to freak you out? Would there be any pleasure from killing the wrong way according to his methods? 

What the hell had you gotten yourself into. 

“Well if you’re not gonna take him up on it, I am,” Casey said, eventually breaking the silence. “I don’t care what weird shit is going on, I want to get outta here.”

-🍰-

“It wasn’t me!” 

You sighed, staring through to the living room where Casey was helping herself to Corinthian’s decanters while you both argued quietly in his room. At least she had something to take some of the trauma away. Lucky thing. 

“How can I trust that?” You asked, running the bridge of your nose and silently closing the door over. “Why would someone bastardise your method like that? Why at the club that we met?” 

“Trust me when I say I’d love to find out just as much as you, sugar,” he growled. “That’s my name they’re shouting around the peanut gallery.”

You bit your lip and watched him carefully, following him with your eyes while he paced. He was restless. You’d never seen him like this. It was strange. Like watching a reliable old sweater come undone, he wasn’t the kind of man that panicked. 

Though, after thinking on it more, you realised he wasn’t panicking. No, he was angry. His carefully curated image being tarnished had his hands balled into fists, he was seething. Though, part of you was sure that there was more reason than that. You knew he was getting himself even more worked up every time he met your scrutinising glare. 

“Corinthian, answer me honestly. How did you know about the videos so quickly? I know that what happened tonight isn’t…it’s not- not the way you- uh do things. I just don’t understand how you knew,” you stammered, giving him a pleading look.

He stopped his pacing for a moment and walked over to you. His presence felt like an oncoming train. You took a step back and he froze in his place, looking just as guilty as if he’d hit a deer. 

“Please, don’t do that,” he begged quietly. “Surely I mean more to you than that.”

You stood in place for a second, staring him down. You felt like you could hardly breathe, like you’d been sucked into a vacuum. He meant everything to you. That was the exact reason you were so scared of him now. 

He might not be able to kill you, but he could hurt you more than anyone else could. And somehow, as you came to realise that, it was more terrifying than the possibility of anything else. 

“Please just answer the question.”

He sighed and rested his hands in his pockets, visibly crumbling in defeat. 

“I have alerts set up to notify me when my name’s mentioned in the news… I forgot about it, because I hadn’t had anything until tonight,” he said, pointedly looking at you. “ I saw the alerts and I called you straight away. I knew if someone was imitating me, it might mean that they were- they could be coming after you to get to me…”

“You think they’ve been stalking you?” you ask nervously.

“I don’t know what to think,” he answered honestly. “I’ve never…I’ve never worried for anyone else like this before.”

You inhaled, drawing in a sharp breath at his revelation. If Corinthian was scared, then you should be running terrified. This was the man that inspired fear and kept so many living in terror of his name, and now he was worried that something or someone might get to you while he’s not around. 

You shuddered to think of the kind of creature that Corinthian would be afraid of. 

“Corinthian,” you breathed, feeling yourself drawn to him again. 

He flicked his head up to meet your gaze, and suddenly it was like all the anxieties you’d had about him had melted away again. This was your Corinthian. You trusted him and most importantly, you depended on him, all because he had changed for you. 

“Corinthian I’m so sorry,” you said, voice breaking as you came to terms with everything you’d accused him of. “I shouldn’t have assumed-”

“Sugar, we don’t have to do that,” he murmured, drawing close to you and taking ahold of your hands.

“I have to, I need to apologise,” you frowned.

“No, you don’t,” he sighed. “Just please believe me when I tell you I’ve changed. When I tell you that I’m done with all that, I mean it and I won’t go back on my word. I hate it when you doubt me…”

His tone alone was enough to send you crumbling and you were holding onto him like he was your anchor. Corinthian may have the shadiest past of anyone you’d encountered, but the man he was now was so much more than the nightmare you’d originally crossed paths with. And you hated seeing him so broken at the thought of your ire.

No more. 

You clasped your arms around him tightly and clenched your jaw in resolve, realising that you both needed to be a united front now. No more trying to keep things straight with each other while ignoring the glaring black hole that was threatning to destroy everything around you. You had to take down this imitator before anyone else got hurt. 

“I promise I’ll believe you,” you finally said, “I won’t doubt you again. We have to be strong now and we need to figure out who's done this and why.”

Corinthian brought his hand to the back of your head and stroked over your hair, being sure to kiss your forehead afterwards. For a moment it felt like things were as they usually were. It felt like you’d both just been a part of a crazy nightmare, a part of someone else's making and when you were both going to emerge from Corinthian’s room Casey would be safely tucked away at home and you’d both have something lovely that you’d made earlier to snack on before you crept back to the bedroom again.

Though, after amusing yourself with the thought, it really did make you wonder. A nightmare of someone else's making… It sounded like the perfect explanation. Afterall, who else would think to come after you, but another being from the dreaming. 

“Corinthian, do you know other nightmares?” 

He drew back from you and frowned, tilting his head ever so slightly. He only needed a moment to think, but clearly he soon reached the same conclusion as you. The way his eyebrows drew ever closer together confirmed it. 

“You think someone else from the dreaming is doing all this.”

It wasn’t a question.

“It makes sense right? Why would some random human decide to botch your method and then let the victim loose in the nightclub that we met in. It doesn’t have any meaning publicly, you never killed there before. It has to be someone that knows us, or someone that has some kind of grudge and I just think that’s more likely to be someone from your side than mine,” you explained, letting your eyes roam the room as you thought on it.

“Someone from my side?” Corinthian prompted, tilting his head further. 

“You know what I mean, a dream wouldn’t do this. Morpheus’ absence might’ve twisted things a bit, but dreams don’t rip people apart like that. Dream’s create vision, they don’t take it away. It had to be a nightmare.”

“Because nightmares are all so twisted?” Corinthian snorted.

You watched as his jaw clenched and felt your heart leaping, realising that you could probably put things more delicately after the conversation you’d just had a la trusting him. Though, you couldn’t completely drop it. You knew you were right, this was the work of a nightmare. You just had to figure out who and why. 

“It’s not that I think poorly of all nightmares, Corinthian. I just think that without a lord of dreams to guide them, nightmares can do more harm in the human world than any mislead dream. Nightmares are put out into the world to show humanity the worst and make them confront their fears, well what are they to do when it's not about that anymore? They do exactly what you did and you get lost in the role of humanity’s broken mirror and they stab and they cut because that’s all they know, that’s all you were taught by Morpheus, but instead of it being a harmless vision, its real lives,” you say, slowly tugging one of Corinthian’s hands out of his pocket and warming it with yours. “I don’t think you’re bad, In fact I know that you have so much capacity for good. I just know that without someone to be held accountable by, nightmares can easily slip and human lives become an exercise in how dark the world can be.”

Corinthian’s hand tightened in yours and he let his thumb rub over your hand in slow circles. The featherlight strokes were enough to let you know you got your point across loud and clear. Nightmares were to be feared for a reason, especially when left unchecked. Afterall, wasn’t it your influence that had stopped him from killing? What if this other nightmare didn’t have anything like that?

“You’re probably right…And the only way we can stop them is by finding them ourselves.”

You breathed in a choked gasp and finally it hit you that it really was only you two that could get to the bottom of the mystery. Which meant that you were going to have to confront a murderous nightmare head on and somehow find a way to subdue them. No big deal right? 

Well your body didn’t agree. You felt a tremor work through you and found yourself sitting on the bed so that you didn’t have to stand on shaky feet. Really who did you think that you were? The nightmare reformation centre? 

“Woah, sugar. Hey now, it’s ok. Just sit and breathe for a minute, sweets,” Corinthian said, rushing to your side and rubbing your back. “That’s it. In and out. In and out. In and out.”

After a minute of sitting and feeling like you were boiling alive, you finally brought yourself back to reality. Well, Corinthian did. You found yourself breathing on his shoulder like an old mare getting worked to death, but at the very least, he wasn’t angry with you for accusing nightmares of being the death of humanity. 

“This is way bigger than anything I've ever dealt with before,” you sigh, feeling the material of Corinthian’s jumper rub harshly against your flushed cheek. “I’m a baker for the gods’ sake, I make cakes and give people cute visions. I’m not Sherlock Holmes, I’m a treat pedlar!”

“Now, now, sugar. You can’t lose it right now with an eye thief on the loose,” Corinthian chuckled, bumping into your side. “You know you’re more than just a baker, you alleviate people’s stress and pain and you give them something to smile about. Hell, you make me feel like somethin special on days I feel like I want to fade away. You make me feel like I can contribute something to the world, even if that contributions just makin’ you happy, sugar.”

“Don’t say that! I can’t possibly be capable of all that!” you gasp, hiding your face in your hands. 

“It’s true! You don’t just bake cakes and create dreams about cute little cookie clouds and marshmallow rivers for the fun of it. You cheer people up and you give them something nice to think about in their lives that are full of complicated problems and crazy goals. People need somethin’ sweet to get them through the day and you provide that for them, in the dreaming and in real life,” he grins, kissing your cheek. “And now you just gotta help me find a rogue nightmare and convince them to stop carving out people’s eyes, easy fuckin’ peasy.”

You sigh and take your hands from your face, slowly coming to terms with what he was saying. You weren’t some low grade cookie trader, you were Artopta the baker. You were sent out into the dreaming to inspire happiness and put sweetness out into the world that was so full of bitter people. You could provide desserts and you could talk a nightmare down to stop coming after innocent humans. You were one of Morpheus’ oldest creations and you wouldn’t be beaten by someone that wanted to fill the world with fear and dread.

“Your speech was nice till you made our goal sound like a pipe dream,” you deadpanned, shoving Corinthian’s shoulder. 

“Well, what can I say? I at least had the decency to kill people before I took their eyes,” Corinthian reminded you. “Whoever we’re dealing with is a sadistic asshole and we can’t approach them lightly. There’s no telling what they’re capable of.”

You nodded your head gravely, knowing your companion was right. Whoever was doing this was more dangerous than even Corinthian’s worst self, and the danger they could pose was nothing to laugh at. You had to go into this knowing that people could get hurt and it was your desire to protect them and keep Corinthian’s name in the clear that would get you through this. 

You sighed and cleared your head, giving yourself a moment to process everything.

“So what now?” you asked finally, breaking your heavy silence with a breeze block of a question. 

“Well, how does one normally encounter a nightmare?” Corinthian asked, tilting his head toward you. 

“Oh gods…You mean- you’re talking about going to the hospital and jumping into this poor guy’s dreams aren’t you?”

Your body flooded with the realisation of what Corinthian was proposing and for a second you could’ve sworn the silence of the room had turned to live static. You were going to root around in this butchered boy's mind and hope to hit up a dangerous nightmare. There was no telling what you’d find once you were in there, be it the nightmare or other dark things that would haunt you both. 

“We just have to stick together no matter what,” Corinthian said casually, as if you were planning a trip to the local hedge maze. “Nothing can hurt us as long as we overpower them.”

“And if we get separated while we’re in there?”

“Then we leave the dream as soon as we realise we’re alone.”

“Oh gods…this is happening isn’t it?”

“Well, unless you want to relocate and hope for the best?” Corinthian asks, a wry smile breaking out onto his face.

“It’s sounding tempting,” you sigh, staring up at the ceiling and hoping Morpehus might descend down from the heavens and sort the whole mess out for you. “Though, I would hate for you to keep getting notifications of someone else's crimes.”

“That’s the spirit,” Corinthian grins, ushering you up from your depressed slump.

You come to a stand in front of him and as tempting as it is to flop back onto the bed like a useless pancake, you know what you have to do. You have to go be the responsible dream you are and fix this mess. Even if it meant marching all the way to the hospital on shaky knees with a heart that felt like it was going to beat right out of your chest, you would be successful. 

You take a second to wrap your arms around Corinthian and after breathing in his woodsy scent and bolstering yourself with his strong frame you start directing yourself to the door. With your brains and Corinthian’s brawn anything was possible, you thought to yourself. You were stronger than some malicious little imp with an eye fetish, you were an unstoppable team with a righteous mission. 

And you would not be deterred.

You opened the bedroom door and came face to face with Casey who stared up at you both like a newborn calf. Her eyes were hazy like a heat wave had hit them and her smile was crooked and wobbly. She was drunk. 

Perhaps you and Corinthian had made a mistake leaving her with the decanters while she was recovering from an emotionally traumatic event. You swore to yourself and grabbed the glass bottle out of her hands just as she was about to let it roll out of her fist and onto the floor and watched as she slumped unceremoniously in her seat.

“Casey?” you prodded, watching as she closed her eyes and settled on her side on the couch. 

“Just gimme a minute- just- ugh just gotta rest my eyes m’kay?”

So you wouldn’t be stopped… but maybe you’d be slowed. 

-🍰-

Eventually, after giving Casey a blanket and forcing her to drink a pint of water, you left Corinthian’s place with a mumbled excuse and a promise of being back later and found yourselves at the hospital. 

It was easy enough for you to both pass through the halls in the darkness. No one questioned your presence as you weaved through the halls with purpose and stuck to the shadows. Well, you’d been stopped once, but Corinthian smoothly explained away that you were consultants, very busy consultants, and you had to get to your next patient immediately. And that was that. You’d gotten away with it, despite feeling like your body was a walking gong and it was obvious you weren’t supposed to be there you’d made it. 

You soon found yourself in the lonely room of Gareth Heart - as his name indicated on his chart at the end of the bed. There was a sad forgotten bowl of pound cake and custard abandoned on his bedside table that had long grown a skin, and there was a flickering light in the en-suite that seemed to permanently alternate its strobing. 

It only made Gareth’s prone form look more ominous as his body was lit up at various intervals, the bandages illuminated in the poor light. The empty eye sockets were covered now, but you were still haunted by what you’d seen only hours before at the club. You could still hear his screams bouncing around in your ears and smattering onto the bare white walls around you. 

The chilling room didn’t serve your shaking nerves. Though, it had probably seemed like a beacon of hope to his family that had previously flooded into the room. The chairs had been dragged around and were still to be moved back, and it indicated to you that they would be coming back as soon as they were able. You and Corinthian only had so long before your presence would become known. 

“We need to get out of here as soon as possible,” you murmured, eyes glazing over the soggy bowl of cake. “There’ll be people in to check on him soon.”

“Agreed…you ready for this, sugar?” Corinthian asked softly, shades reflecting the bouncing light back to you.

You shrug, knowing that you’d never be ready to confront whatever was possibly lurking in this guy's head. Whatever was capable of blinding someone forever and setting them loose on a club full of people. You shivered at the thought and clutched tight to Corinthian, grabbing his hand with all of your paltry strength that you could collect in the moment. 

Even if you weren’t sure about your plan, he was. And that’s all that mattered. He’d keep you safe, you knew it. 

“Let’s do this,” you breathed, setting your hand on Gareth’s dewey forehead. “I’ll see you in there.”

-🍰-

You moved into Gareth’s dream as you normally would, you fell back into the inky darkness for a minute, and swam in its velvety depths before you found yourself emerging into a scene. It was the nightclub.

You could see the people moving around you like a thick swarm, partying like nothing was wrong, but you you felt clogged full of dread. The strobing red lights didn’t serve to give you any comfort, they just offset your heartbeat and made you antsy as you looked around, searching the room for anything of note.

“I prefer this place when you’re at the wheel.”

You jumped as Corinthian’s voice carried through the thick bassy music of the club and took a second to recover before grabbing onto his hand again, clutching his arm like you were a character out of scooby-doo. He might’ve been the one to give you the scare, but at least he’d save you from any others that were sure to be lurking around the cavernous house of horrors.

“Somehow I don’t think this is going to go like one of my visions,” you mumble, burrowing deeper into Corinthian’s side.

“Well it might not be all bad at least, look over there.”

You follow Corinthian’s free arm as he extends it out toward the crowd and soon enough your eyes settle on Gareth - who doesn’t appear to be reliving his torture much to your delight. He’s talking to a pretty girl and has a relaxed smile on his face. He looks laid back as he leans up against a pillar and talks away to her like its any other night at the club. 

“Huh…I kinda thought being here would mean he was having a nightmare. This almost seems like a dream?”

“Me too. Kinda makes me wonder what we should look for,” Corinthian muses, looking around the room as he says it. 

“I’m sure it’ll reveal itself to us…whatever it is,” you say, unconvincing to even yourself as you follow Corinthian’s gaze. 

After a solid minute of staring out into the crowd with no results, you shrug and give your partner’s arm a small tug, urging him to move forward with you and get a closer look. It was no use standing in the corner and hoping whatever oddity was there would reveal itself to you, you had to explore. You had to seek out more. 

“What’s that over there?” Corinthian finally asks, breaking your concentration. 

“Over where? Oh- huh.”

You squint in the direction that Corinthain points to and tilt your head watching as a shadowy figure stalks around amongst the crowd, parting them like he was a shark amongst a school of fish. He didn’t have to say anything or move in any particular way, he just sliced right through them. 

You couldn’t make out a face, only his tall figure as he stalked through the people. He was lanky, much taller than Corinthain even and he shuffled around lithely like a snake. You were both fascinated by the figure, completely drawn in by him as he drew closer to you both.

Then, just as you were about to ask what you should do, just as you might’ve caught a glimpse of his face as it closed into view, the scene changed. You weren’t in the club anymore. You were in a hospital room - much like the one you’d just been in. Though, there was no figure laying in the bed. The room was empty. 

“What happened?” you frowned, staring around the room like the walls might close in.

“He must’ve sensed something was off and his mind’s tried to shut whoever that was out,” Corinthian muttered, “We need to get back to that club. We gotta get a closer look at that guy.”

“I don’t blame him, I was getting the chills just looking at that guy,” you said through gritted teeth. “Question is - where is Gareth?”

Corinthian froze and looked around, noting the empty bed just as you did and then turning to the door over to your left. It was open, indicating you’d be able to leave the room and go in search of Gareth. You had to convince him to get back to the club, even if it meant trying to speak to him. Stressing him out would be worth it, as long as you could get back there and catch a glimpse of that shadowy figure.

You both walked toward the door, continuing to grasp onto each other’s arms. Nothing could separate you both, not when you were holding onto Corinthian like you wanted to snap him. 

So, when you both walked through the doorway, you both fell into the dark together, drowned in shadow. This wasn’t good. This wasn’t supposed to happen. 

You both looked over to each other as you fell into the unknown and grasped the other tighter. Neither of you knew what was going on, neither of you could escape the manipulation. You were both succumbing to the unknown. 

Being back in the total darkness meant that you weren’t in Gareth’s head anymore, and you weren’t being released back into the world by his bedside either. You were stuck in limbo waiting to be taken into the dream of someone else entirely, and there was nothing you could both do as you fell back and landed in a new room, one that was all too familiar…

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[clementhyne]

Trilogy of misfortunes!    

BY Clementhyne 

My first actual time I've written something that isn't just an idea in a notebook...Enjoy and if you want some more, please tell me. 

(Episode begins with Oscar and Hedgehog cleaning the attic of Dr. P. Shark's vacation lodge) 

Oscar: didn't know sharks had lodges... 

Hedgehog: well sasquatches have a monastery dedicated to PeanutButter and jelly sandwiches, so id classify this in the weird but believable category (pulls out a scribble pad with an arrangement of categories for new information learned on the island, ranging from: yeah, that seems logical... To BONKERS. 

Dr. P. Shark: ARE YOU DONE THERE CLEANING, FRIENDS? 

Oscar and Hedgehog in unison: WE GOT JUST THE WARDROBES LEFT! (they are yelling because they are far away) 

Dr. P. Shark: JUST DONT OPEN THEM, THEY ARE MY VACATION PORTALS, I USUALY USE THEM TO TRY AND TREAT ILL PEOPLE FROM OTHER WORLDS AS A HOBBY! UNFORTUNATELY, THEY HAVE PROVEN TO BE TOO MUCH EVEN FOR ME! 

(Oscar and Hedgehog glance at each other with a dumbfounded face, turning to a cute but mischievous look at the sight of the wardrobes) 

Oscar: Iam pretty sure he wouldn't have told us that if he did not want us to go in... 

Hedgehog: While your logic seems plain, I must insist that Dr.Shark told us that he had patients in there that he couldn't handle...So I'll sit this one out. 

Oscar: Welp. More daring adventures for me! 

(Oscar opens the wardrobe, a sky with fragmented mirrors litters the sky as stars) 

Oscar: Well, here I go, any second now, my elephant shaped shoes will step through here...Here I go.... Uhm ... yes, here I now enter this dark and uh sharp looking place, nothing bad will befall me! (Oscar keeps stalling since he cannot bear going through this scary place without someone, that being Hedgehog) 

Hedgehog: Fine fine, I'll go with you, but you must promise me it won't take long and that we'll stop often to document our surroundings! 

(Both step through the wardrobe and fall) 

Oscar: AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH, PLEASE NOT LIKE THIS! I STILL HAVENT FINISHED MY GIRAFE PUZZZLLLLLEEEEEEE...... 

Hedgehog: AAAAAND I HAVENT SEEN THE ENTIRE ISLANDS MAGICAL PHENOMENONSSSSSSSSSSSS...... 

(Splash, they both fell in a mud lake, a lake but instead of water, mud.) 

Oscar: Eeeeewwwww 

Hedgehog:  As welllllll (on the same tone Oscar says ew) 

(they both sluggishly “swim” to the shore) 

(A curious onlooker goes up to them) 

Bardette: Since when hath mud-kippers taken to walking? 

Oscar: Last time I remembered, we were an elephant, and a hedgehog named Hedgehog. 

Hedgehog: (has a confused face staring momentarily at Oscar) 

Bardette: Verily, I have not witnessed aught emerge from this lake since our erstwhile companion, Mr. Shark. 

Oscar: (covering his mouth) do you have any idea what she's saying? 

Hedgehog: (also covering her mouth) Shes speaking in a medieval English style, my father told me to learn it a long time ago since learning just Latin wasn't enough for him. 

Bardette: What dost thou two prattle on about? 

Hedgehog: How wondrous it is to finally encounter another soul after such a lengthy tumble! If it pleaseth thee, might I inquire where I could find a refuge to regain our strength and cleanse our garments? 

Bardette: Verily, we have a family-owned inn, and we would be pleased to offer thee a night’s lodging on the house, kind folk! 

Hedgehog: Our deepest gratitude to thee, kind lady! 

(Bardette lets them hop on the clothes wagon) 

Oscar: So, what did you say? 

Hedgehog: Just pleasantries my dear Watson! (in a mockingly English accent) 

(after some awkward silence) 

Bardette: I am known as Bardette, by the by! 

Hedgehog: And we are called Lady Hedgehog and the knightly Sir Oscar! 

Oscar silently: oh, cool Iam a knight! good idea hedgehog! 

(scene cuts to them arriving at a beautiful inn deep in a forest clearing) 

(A man is seen outside gardening) 

Kniloy: Pray, what hast thou brought to me, mine lovely wife? 

Bardette: A pair of courteous strangers, seeking a place to stay the night! 

Kniloy: They may have the chamber in the cellar, on the condition they lend aid in ridding my garden of the troublesome pests. 

Oscar: I think he wants us to ride pests? Wouldn't it make more sense to escort his pests out the garden? 

Hedgehog: no, that's not...ugh never mind, just help me get rid of those moles. 

(the two walk over to the infested area of the garden) 

Hedgehog: Greetings, good fellows. Might we guide you to lands more bounteous and plentiful? 

Moles in unison: Oooh, wherefore might this bounteous land be? 

Hedgehog: Oh, through this very trebuchet! It shall send you to a wondrous realm known as the sky! 

(Points at shovel) 

Moles in unison: Oooh, that doth sound most adventurous! Well then, here we go! 

(Oscar and Hedgehog strongly fling the shovel in a manner full way at the sky, the moles are to never be seen again) 

Kniloy: Very well done, strangers. You may rest here. We have also prepared some spare garments in the bath. Though we found none that fit you precisely, we do have some dusty armor from days long past. It appears to fit you like a glove! 

(Oscar and Hedgehog take turns getting rid of the mud in the bathroom) 

Oscar: look Hedgehog! This armor looks very heroic on me! 

Hedgehog: While it looks heroic, it certainly doesn't compare to my aristocratic dress! Now Iam a fully-fledged Laaadyyy Heeeedgehooooog!  

(Says while doing a cute spin) 

Oscar: Well since you are the lady and Iam the sire, it'll be only fair to pledge my allegiance to your house of book smarts and funny accents! (says while kneeling) 

(a shot zooms out of the basement window showcasing in the corner of the screen a mysterious tornado of thunder and household objects, while the tornado is showcased, a faint maniacal laugh starts to appear. Thunder ends the scene)