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norwegika · 14 days

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Stardew valley rant:

I’ve recently been really getting into the life of spouses after you marry them, because for the majority of them, they kinda just stick at home, occasionally visiting family or friends. And those who do still do stuff, it never changes. Maru always works with Harvey at the clinic, Emily always works for Gus at the saloon, nothing really changes in their lives besides a new, much more sedentary lifestyle. I really would like for the spouses to get new hobbies and stuff when they marry you, so here’s my little ideas/headcannons, bachelorettes first!

Abigail: She begins to work on her adventuring skills in the mines and you’ll find her on every fifth floor, going further and further. She’ll give you gems from her travels, and eventually, when she reaches the bottom of the mines, she’ll start going to the skull caverns where she’ll give you iridium and the occasional prismatic shard. Something cool that could happen would be the addiction of an elevator to the skull caverns as she travels further down, every 25 floors. She would also become a member of the adventurer’s guild and serve as Marlon’s apprentice, taking over the guild on some days or opening a branch in the Calico desert that she mans sometimes.

Maru: Maru never really branches out beyond her personal inventions, so I think there could be a quest where she asks you for a new wing of the house that she could use as a workshop. This wing would be constructed by Robin, would be unlocked at 20 hearts, and would cost 750,000 gold, 250 hardwood, 10 iridium bars and 10 battery packs. Then, you could accept quests from Maru every once in a while and unlock new inventions that she made that would increase qol. Maybe she could give you a crafting recipe for auto-petters, she could make a device that automatically plants grass in meadows for your animals, a machine that can increase the quality of items by using a resource or something, the possibilities are endless!

Penny; Penny is always caring for the children of the valley, and I think it would be great if when you marry her, like Maru, you eventually get a quest that allows you to build a school for the kids, possibly utilizing the space to the left of the community center. Maybe then we could have another mini-festival where you can see the children of stardew valley show off their work, maybe unlock a “Talent Show” cutscene where Jas, Vincent, and Leo show off their skills fr. This idea is more underwhelming than my first two and could definitely be improved.

Emily: I think as you progress your post marital relationship with Emily you could help her convince Sandy to move to the valley and have someone else take over the Oasis, learning Sandy’s real name, unlocking special cutscenes with her, etc. I also feel like Emily would have a little workshop where she makes clothes and you could unlock a system where she takes your gems and a clothing item and combines them, giving your clothes a buff, like combining Topaz with a shirt gave the shirt a +1 defense buff, etc. Emily could even start a clothing line and you could gift these clothes to townspeople and get new sprites and portraits for them :D

Haley: After marriage, Haley does literally nothing but see Emily once a week. This needdsss to change, so I think she could discover her passion for photography again and start a blog about the valley, which would unlock a building to the right side of the Bus Stop: the Tourist Center. You could open a tourist center with Haley and occasionally get tourists that come to the valley, similar to the tourists at the Stardew Valley Fair. These tourists could roam around the town for a bit, and you could unlock new dialogue with the townspeople about the tourists, like “These tourists are really boosting the community economy!”

(Cc specific) Leah: Leah would start hosting art classes in the community center every Wednesday! Every month, the group of people who decided to attend could make a new painting that could be hung up in the community center, orrrr you could unlock a new building between the Blacksmith and the Movie Theater/JojaMart, where you could see the different art pieces and could have a new festival, the stardew valley fine arts conference, where the Famous Painter Lupini could host a talk with the artsy people from the valley and Zuzu City, and you could get new clothing items, a cutscene, dialogue, new paintings and sculptures, etc.

I hope you liked my insane Stardew valley yapping session, I’ll do bachelors tomorrow probably :3

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batsarebetterthanpeople · 17 days

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ok what do you think every character in ofmd's highest dnd stat is?

Oooh ok let's get going. Ed and Stede are both very long and the others are rather short.

Ed- ok so I think Ed is definitely maxed out in both intelligence and wisdom. I think he's actually got a surprisingly low charisma. He just has expertise in intimidation and proficiency in deception and maybe persuasion. But more likely his player is looking at that persuasion skill and asking can I make an intimidation check instead.

Now if I was playing a d&d game and the assignment was play Ed in d&d I would give him a high charisma because I would stat him out as a lurker of the deep warlock BUT I think in canon where they're all rogues and fighters his charisma is ass.

Stede- Stede's difficult to stat out. I think most of his stats are probably pretty bad but he has the lucky feat. And some other means of making sure he roles well. He's not dexterous, I'm not sure on his strength, his constitution seems middling, his charisma is hard to pin down because everyone initially hates him (implies low) but he frequently wins people over with the power of friendship (implies high) but I'm leaning towards low on charisma because the winning people over is through persistent whimsy rather than true people skills. They become begrudgingly fond of him because he's impossible to get rid of rather than because he's charming is what I'm saying. He's a good problem solved he thinks on his feet and he's got a good insight which makes me think high wis but also every survival check he makes fails in comical ways so maybe this is another situation of his proficiencies tricking me into thinking he's got a higher wis than he does. The one thing he does have going for him is that he's pretty book smart so I have to go with int by process of elimination, but again, maybe strength, that's kinda the dark horse stat for him he doesn't show it but he doesn't fail any strength rolls either. He knocked a guy out with a punch tho so maybe strength. But his defining trait is problem solving so maybe wis? Idk. Not Con Cha or Dex tho those ones are definitely negative modifiers. If I had to guess middling wis, middling but slightly higher int, most of his proficiencies are in int and Wis skills, medium to high strength but he never uses it.

Jim- Dex. I will not elaborate.

Olu- I generally see Olu as the Jack of all trades build. He's a well rounded individual. None of his stats are all that exceptional but he's good to have around because he's got no negative numbers, and can do it all if push comes to shove.

Lucius- Charisma. He's an artist and his most used non-technical skill is being good with people.

Zheng- Charisma. I feel like this doesn't need any explanation.

Archie- fighting your way out of a snake takes grit, not being digested, and quite a few successful checks to not pass out while holding your breath. Constitution.

Frenchie- Frenchie is very cerebral, but not very book smart. That being said artificers are intelligence casters so I'm going with INT.

Pete- strength or con. He's a silly little guy but his mental stats aren't great and he's not giving me dex vibes either. Human fighter build.

Fang- Strength. See him breaking a guy over his leg and him holding onto the side of the ship with the goat in hand for an hour at least so Ned Low wouldn't find them.

Roach- survival and medicine are both Wis skills and historically my DMs have made players role wisdom for cooking checks.

Wee John- Strength but Charisma is definitely second.

Buttons- Druids are Wis casters.

Swede- drank poison. Lived. Con.

Ivan- he wields an Axe which is a strength weapon so probably strength.

Spanish Jackie- Charisma or Dex, but she displays more charisma.

Calico Jack- Charisma definitely.

Anne- Charisma is the one we see her use but I'm gonna go out on a limb and say her Dex is better.

Mary R.- Strength on the Ivan principle. Definitely not charisma

Mary B.- Commoner stat block with proficiency in painters tools

Izzy- Strength. But much like Stede this is a process of elimination. His Constitution is the worst Constitution we see in OFMD (Izzy the spewer), his Charisma is ass (see everything about him) his wisdom is so bad he can't succeed on an insight check to save his fucking life (and his life has depended on it) intelligence is not so good, Dex is good given how often he lurks in the corner unseen and appears places and the thing he does to Stede's shirt in 1.02 but the beginning of the duel with Stede is the most clear instance of a character using a versatile weapon with their strength stat I've ever seen so I think his strength is probably equal to or better than his dex. Also all the things we see him teaching Stede in 2.05 are strength and dex skills so I think that's where his skill set is.

Damn this crew is not a dexy bunch. Jim said "I'm playing an assassin rogue that throws knives" and everyone else said "alright let me not step on your toes then"

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waterfallofspace · 1 year

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The Feline In The Ferocious.

The one in which C/huuya meets a kitten in an alley, and D/azai meets the kitten in C/huuya. Feat. Allergic C/huuya, teasing bastard D/azai (with a touch of genuine caring), and an ADORABLE calico kitten that totally has C/huuya’s eyes. I’ve been posting so many fics recently I’m so sorry, but I had to write something for our beloved C/huuya’s birthday, so here it is! Quite short, but it’s just a little birthday gift~ My first attempt at B/SD, so I hope it’s alright character voice wise~ I adore S/oukoku, so while they’re definitely not in a relationship in this, they have their normal banter/flirty/they’re-in-love-but-can’t-say-it thing goin’ on haha~ For anyone bothering to read this, thank you, and I hope you enjoy~ (references to swearing and cat scratches/blood, so proceed with caution if you don’t like those!) For the kitten, I’m picturing a Calico with Blue Eyes, and to know why- just, just google it okay. The colours of its fur are like the combination of D/azai & C/huuya’s hair, with some white to mix it together, and blue eyes like C/huuya’s. (Yes, I’ve fully lost my mind, incase you were curious~) Characters: D/azai, C/huuya, and an adorable little Calico Kitten with Blue Eyes Word Count: 2.3k ~~~~~~~

Chuuya is, and always will be, a dog person. He’s liked them for as long as he can remember, but once he found out Dazai dislikes dogs, he’s since grown to love them even more. It’s not like Dazai is scared of them, or even nervous around them. ‘Though could you imagine how wonderful that would be?’ No, sadly, he just doesn’t care for them. A bit disappointing to not be able to scare him. However just seeing the annoyance slip out from behind his mask when Chuuya walks a dog into the room he’s in is enough to bring a frankly worrying amount of joy to Chuuya. All that to say, Chuuya is a dog person. But… he’s never been able to pass by a cat in trouble without helping. It’s a weakness he’s deeply embarrassed about, similar in his mind to being such a lightweight. Just things that feel way too fragile, which is a feeling he can’t stand. Anyways, this is what’s going through Chuuya’s head as he stops in the alley, eyes meeting the wide ones of a kitten, half stuck in a paper bag. It mews, a pathetic sort of noise that tugs Chuuya’s heart in a way he’d much rather ignore. Alas… “Fuck, what kind of person would do that-” He growls to himself as he gently pulls the bag off of the trembling kitten. “Hey little guy, it’s okay, I’ve got you now. You’re probably hungry, hm? I wish I had something to give you… I’ll try to find somewhere safer for you to go, okay? Maybe there’s an animal shelter or something nearby I could drop you off in front of.” Ocean eyes meet his own, a sadness lingering just below the surface, like waves hiding the current of a stormy sea. A sadness that he couldn’t help but feel a kinship too. ‘Is that what my eyes look like too..?’ “I’m sorry, I would take you home if I could, buuhht… oh hell, not already- heH’ishh’iew-! Ishh’iew-! tisSH-iSHH-kshhh’uee-! kkDXGT’shoo-! dtNNGt’shiew-! hH’NXGT’choo-! Hehh… hEH-! hEH’ktSHH’iew-!” Chuuya tries to aim away from the kitten as the ticklish fit bursts its way out of him. He can feel his eyes already watering. ‘Damn it, why do I have to stop every time?! Maybe I really am as weak as Dazai says. Can’t even hold a kitten withou-’ The kitten cuts off his self loathing with a gentle purr, the feeling vibrating through his hands. Tiny claws begin to knead into his arm as he lets the kitten settle itself against his chest, the warmth that settles there having no relation to the kitten’s body temperature. “Oh come on- You can’t stay. I’m sorry, I am, but I really can’t take you home with m-” “Chuuya~ Are you cuddling with a sweet little kitten?” And just like that, the warm feeling swells, turning into a burning pit in his gut. Chuuya would know that voice anywhere. ‘Goddamn it, how did he find me here?!’ he groans to himself, considering just for a minute dropping the kitten. However when he looks down, and sees the sad eyes looking back at him once more, all thoughts of that are wiped clean. With a strong sigh, Chuuya whips around to face his ex-partner. A smile is painted across his face, but, like most of Dazai’s smiles, it’s like that of a doll. Fake, carefully crafted, and entirely lifeless. Almost as if there was no humanity in it, just a mask placed to hide whatever was simmering beneath. “N- no! I am not cuddling! It jumped into my arms, and I didn’t exactly want to throw it on the ground.” “Awww~ Chuuya does have a heart! I was starting to get worried that you were more robot than person!” The words cut as deep as they’re supposed to, and Chuuya can’t help the wince that escapes. Nor can he seem to prevent the anger that flurries inside him as a response. However, there was no time for any of that, as a much more urgent matter was beginning to present itself. “hehh-” “Hm? What was that, Chuuya? You have something to say?” As desperately as Chuuya wants to find a clever retort, every ounce of control he has is currently being poured into keeping his nose under control. His eyes have, thankfully, decided to cooperate and stop watering, but the tickle that dances in his sinuses is far from backing down. “Oh shhhhuuuhh… shut up, you Aahhhh-! Guhhh… You ass.” “Your words, they sting!” Dazai sighs, dramatically draping his arm over his face, before leaning forward again. Chuuya holds his breath, feeling a warmth flush through his cheeks. He’s quite familiar with the look he’s being given. Dazai is studying him, taking in every piece of his situation, and piecing it together into a plan intended to torment him. Dazai steps forward, reaching a hand out towards his face, and Chuuya closes his eyes, just to open them again at the cry of pain the other man lets out. Looking down, Chuuya sees a red patch start to form on one of Dazai’s bandaged arms, the man looking quite offended as he glares at the kitten Chuuya’s still cradling. “That thing just scratched me! I’m telling you, this is why cats are the worst.” Giving Dazai a smile dripping with fake sympathy, and the kitten a few scratches behind the ear, Chuuya swallows hard, hoping to gain enough control to use his voice. “I thhhought it was dogs you disliked. Is it just all animals then? Maybe they can juuhhst sense something about you that drives them to hhhhate you. They’re not the only ones.” “Something bothering you Chuuya~?” “Ass. hehH-!” A hand comes up to pinch his nose shut before he’s even conscious of it. A hand that was just petting the allergen he’s currently cuddling holding. Dazai seems to notice the mistake he’s made even before Chuuya, giving him a smile with a lot more emotion in it then the previous one. “Bless you.” “Wha- hEH’ESHH’ooo-! GoddaahH’ISHH’iew-! Damn it- eshh’uu-! ishh’uu-! tshhh’iew-! hH’keSHH’ooo-! hEH- hH’nGT’choo-!” “Wow! Bless you a lot more than just once! Is Chuuya getting sick~?” Coming from anyone else the question might be asked out of concern, or curiosity, but from Dazai, it was entirely a taunt. Meant to mean ‘I know that’s not it, I know what’s wrong, are you gonna tell me, or am I gonna get to tease it out of you?’ “Shut up. I’m fine. Why are you here anyways, shouldn’t you be off solving some crime or something?” “I am actually working on a case right now! The case of the sneezy Chuuya! I intend to work until it’s completed, and find out who committed this crime against Chuuya’s poor nose!” “You’re such an ass, Dazai.” “I’m an ass for caring about my dear dear friend?” “ihh’kTSHH’ieww-! hH’ishh-kshh-tshhh’oo-!” “What adorable sneezes you have Chibi! Almost… kittenish!” Asshole as he may be, Chuuya has to admit he’s clever. Not only did he figure out what was causing the allergy attack, but also a way to taunt Chuuya with that fact, while also pointing out a weakness he knows will get under his skin. Unfortunately, knowing where it’s meant to go doesn’t exactly stop it from getting there. “Sh- shut up, Dazai.” “What a retort! I’m wounded, I’m taken down, I’m broken beyond repair~!” Chuuya rolls his eyes at the dramatics, Dazai practically grasping his chest. Then, with a slight eye roll, and a subtle step forward, he lets a seriousness enter his eyes. “Did you sneeze out all your clever responses along with the cat hair?” ‘Tipping his hand so early isn’t like him…’ Chuuya feels a slight tightness in his chest as he realizes there’s a deeper game going on here that he wasn’t aware of until now. Already steps behind, playing a game in which he doesn’t know the rules. Just one of the prerequisites of talking to Dazai. Deciding the best course of action is ignoring him, Chuuya turns his attention back to the kitten, who by now is sleeping peacefully, pressing its head gently against his hand. It’s small enough to fit in one, so with the other, Chuuya pushes Dazai aside. “I have places to be. Unlike you, I still care about my job, and intend to get my work done.” Dazai says nothing, but falls into stride beside Chuuya, once again matching his steps as if it comes as naturally to him as breathing. Breathing which, currently, is not coming so naturally to Chuuya. “hHEH- uhhh… hh’NGT’shhhooo-! Fucking hell- NGT-! hH’DNNT-! hEH’kNNT’shieww-! hahh… hAH’nGTtt’shoo-! kKDXNtt-!” “Stop that.” Chuuya nearly falls over at the voice. All teasing has been lost, and the eyes staring back at his had lost their glimmer of mischief. There was nothing but an unsettling level of sincerity, something that looked deeply out of place on Dazai. “Whhahh… what…?” “I said stop that. The stifling. We both know it’ll just make you sneeze more anyways, and it gives you a headache.” Then, tilting his head with a crooked smirk as he lets the mischief flood back in, he adds- “Plus, I miss the kitten sneezing! It’s so cute to see Chuuya shaking his head like a cat when they get something on their face~ you know, you actually remind me of a cat in many ways. I could list them if you wan-” “Don’t you fucking dare. I’ll… I’ll…. hehh- hDT-!uhhhh” He manages to stall it off with a wrist pressed firmly under his nose, both of them noticing the way it trembles at the sudden allergen presence. “Didn’t think that one through, did you?” “hEH! ESHH’IEW-! heH’ishh’oo-! Kishhh’oo-! Tshhh’iew-! hAHH’nnmCHH’ooo-! mmMPFSHH’ooo-! mM’tsHH’iew-! hIH’mmtISH’ooo-!” Setting for muffling them against his wrist, Chuuya ducks his head again and again, Dazai watching intently, muttering something under his breath. It was long gone before it reached Chuuya’s ears, lost in the wind, but if he didn’t know better, he’d have sworn he heard the word cute. A light ticklish cough works its way out of his throat, bringing tears to his eyes as he attempts to catch his breath through it. This wakes the kitten, who mews softly, intense eyes staring into his own. “Sorry for waking you.” It’s soft, but loud enough that Dazai should have heard it. Still, Chuuya assumes he didn’t, as no comments are raised. Instead, his ex-partner continues to walk in stride, silence hovering uncomfortably between them, broken up only by ticklish coughs. “There’s a shelter around this block, hand me the kitten.” Chuuya nearly jumps at the sudden noise, his twitching nose taking this lapse of control as an invitation to start up again. “What d- hEH’ketSHH’iew-! hH’ishh’oo-! mM’NNT’shoo-! Ishhh-kshhh-kshh’oo-!” “Bless you, Chuuya.” The sincerity is back, and still startles Chuuya to his core. “Tha- oh shut up. Where’s the shelter? There’s no way in hell I’m handing her over to you, you’d just toss her in a gutter or something.” Dazai lets a hand fly to his forehead, the other grasping his chest, dramatics back in full swing, and mask comfortably back on. “Chuuya wounds me! I would never do such a thing to an innocent creature! I merely wish to be the one saving- her did you say?- by giving her to the kind shelter staff! And perhaps, even find someone grateful enough to-” “If you finish that sentence I will throw you in a gutter.” They approach the building, and true to his word, Dazai takes the kitten from Chuuya’s arms delicately, and marches into the building with another painted smile. Finally alone, Chuuya allows himself to succumb to the fit he’s been fighting for nearly ten minutes. “ihhh’hEH! hH’ESHH-ISHH-TISHH’ooo-! Fuckin- ihh’keSHH’ooo-! Fuckin’ hell- hAH’ASHH’ooo-! Ketshh’iew-! mM’tiSHH’uee-! Ihh’kishhiew-! heH’ishh’oo! ishh’shiew-shhiew-shhiew-hEH’ISHH’shiew-!” “Adorable. Bless you Chuuya~” “Christ, Dazai! When did you get back?!” “Oh, uhm, I believe it was around ‘fuckin hell’. What language! You should be more delicate with your tongue, it can deal with much more beautiful words than that filth! And, for that matter, a lot more than just words~” “Oi! You realize you just said it too, right?” Chuuya responds, choosing to ignore the last part, though the pink tint that spreads across his face (without his permission) tells Dazai that he did in fact hear it. “But Chuuya forgets, I said it when quoting him! Thus, according to the rules of foul language, it doesn’t count.” “Bullshhhhit. hIH’kishhiew-! hH’ISHH’ooo-!” “Care to look it up in the official rulebook, Chuuuuya?” “Oh, whatever, you ass.” And then, with a gentle tone that neither of them acknowledges, “How’s the kitten?” “They were thrilled to have her. I even got a kiss on the cheek for my efforts!” Chuuya rolls his eyes, but Dazai doesn’t miss the brief flash of hurt that shines through them. “I’m sorry you couldn’t keep her.” “What-?!” “The kitten.” Dazai meets Chuuya’s eyes, a cautious yet soft look in his gaze that Chuuya can’t help but love and hate at the same time. They stay like that for a beat longer than they’d care to admit, both trying to get lost in the silence, lost to the world, to melt away from themselves and find their place in each other. Like they used to. Like they know they can never do again. “Ach. Whatever. I’m a dog person anyways.” “I never did understand that. They’re foul creatures, slobbery, gross, feisty- Hey wait, maybe I do understand!” “Oi you ass, get over here!” Chuuya yells, throwing a punch that Dazai easily dodges, the smirk painted across his face maybe just a touch less fake than it was before. Neither of them talk about it again, both heading their separate ways, but when a kitten shaped stuffed animal shows up outside Chuuya’s apartment, he can’t help but let out a smile along with the sigh.

#waterfallwrites #posting so many but is our cute little short beloved's birthday #happy birthday to C/huuya #soooo if anyone bothers to read this i hope you enjoy!#and thank you again~#b/ungo s/tray d/ogs #b/sd #c/huuya and d/azai #my belooooveds #snz #snzkink #snzfic #and i will apologize once more at the end here for posting so much

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autismsubway-remade · 1 year

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scp thats a plush cat

SCP 3937: CLEMENTINE (CLASS: KETER)

SCP-3937, Also known as Clementine is a small, muddy cat shaped plush animal. It weighs approximately 1.5 lbs due to it's matted fur. It displays the coloring of a calico with small black button eyes and a sewed on pink plastic nose.

Clementine preys upon the young and lonely, crying out in a manner described as "Agonizing yet hypnotizing". It will keep crying out to one specific person until they bring the plush cat home, in which it will then allow itself to be cleaned.

After being cleaned it will control the victim, classified as 3937-B, forcing them to hold it at all times. It will heighten the victims anxiety until their paranoia is so severe that they lock themselves away in their house, leaving them open to Clementine.

Clementine will proceed to claw at the victim until they've been blinded, and then attacks them until they are left [REDACTED].

Clementines psychological effects are so powerful that dampening them is nigh impossible, only able to be safely observed through approx. 15 layers of high grade titanium walls each lined with 2 additional layers of sound-dampening wool and cotton. It is placed inside a cage of 10 layers of bulletproof, soundproofed glass.

All persons ranking above B-class are to wear soundproof headphones within 25ft of Clementine.

Once a person is affected by Clementine, they must be taken as far away from it as possible and [DATA EXPUNGED].

__LOG 13: INTERVIEW WITH SCP-3937-B__

DR. GOLDWIN: "[REDACTED], How are you feeling?"

SCP-3937-B: "Alone. Where is Clementine? She needs me. Can't you hear her?"

DR. GOLDWIN: "Clementine isn't here right now. I promise you can return to it once you answer a few questions. Can you do that for me, [REDACTED]?"

SCP-3937-B: "She's not an 'it'! You're hurting her feelings! You have to be able to hear her crying, you have to! I'm not crazy!"

DR. GOLDWIN: "I never said you were crazy. I apologize for hurting Clementine. Can you tell me more about her?"

SCP-3937-B: "She's soft, and kind. She's safe. Nothing else is safe. She doesn't want to be alone, just like me. Can I please see her? Please? I need to know she's okay. Her crying is hurting my ears now. She misses me. She needs me. I need her."

DR. GOLDWIN SWITCHES ON A VIDEO MONITOR SHOWING A LOOP OF A PLUSH IDENTICAL TO SCP-3937.

DR. GOLDWIN: "She's safe, see?"

SCP-3937-B LUNGES FORWARD AT THE MONITOR.

SCP-3937-B: "That's not her! You're lying to me, that's just some fake! Where is she, where is she?! What did you do with Clemetine?!?"

SCP-3937-B CLAWS AT HIS FACE AND BANGS HIS HEAD AGAINST THE MONITOR, SCREECHING AND BITING AT DR. GOLDWIN.

DR. GOLDWIN: "Call in the SWAT, now!"

SECURITY COMES AND NEUTRALIZES SCP-3937-B.

__END LOG.__

All victims can easily tell the difference between Clementine and the identical plush replica. We still do not know how, or why.

Every D-Class personnel allowed within 10ft of SCP-3937 has displayed signs of severe anxiety, depression, paranoia and dependency upon the plush animal. It took them up to 3 months to recover through intensive therapy and separation.

SCP-3937 Is to remain contained for further studies and tests. We are still uncertain if it can be destroyed.

#scp #scp 3937 #writing #auuu ask to tag

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crimsonblackrose · 9 months

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. learn to know your mutuals and followers. <3

Omg how long has this been sitting in my inbox? I didn't see it. I'm so sorry, and thank you. I'm going to go with things back home that while I'm here that are bringing me some level of happiness.

1. The sound of the wind through the leaves of the trees, the buzz of the bees as they amble about the flowers that are in bloom and the smell of said flowers. I have to hike through a garden so full of life to go anywhere and it's bringing me so much joy. 2. Friendly cuddly animals. There's something about a giant st. Bernard that's excited to see you and demands cuddles even if it means getting totally slime-d, or a sweet calico cat that the shelter said was mean running towards you in excitement to ask for pets because she's just so happy, or to step out of a car and find a flock of chickens that have come running to say hi. 3. Food. My aunt grows a lot of her own food so every meal is a delight. She's made: eggplant lasagna, a cauliflower crust pizza bursting with veggies, she makes this delightful tea that she switches up with fresh herbs from her garden, the current iteration is basil and parsley, we had salmon patties and have made two pies a strawberry rhubarb and a blueberry and peach. We also went to the local ice cream shop that's only open part of the year and got the soft serve sherbet that has been my favorite since I was a kid. 4. The coops atmosphere. Honestly have never felt super comfortable sleeping at my aunt and uncle's house ever since I was a kid. It's generally full of people I don't know, souvenirs and gifts from my uncle's work with spooky stories generally attached, ghost stories and horror films and then just a vast emptiness that makes me feel a bit like courage the cowardly dog. I've been told countless times the house itself is haunted. And generally I'm put in the one room that no one has said is haunted. But it's summer and that room does not get AC so my aunt and uncle instead have put me in the coop. The coop used to be a chicken coop but then at some point my aunt and uncle refurbished it into a pool room and then decided it was nice enough there to sleep there during the summers because they put in AC. And the atmosphere is something. There is a big pool table, of course, a fire place, air conditioning, a bar, a ye olde fridge full of beer, old school bar art, more souvenirs and gifts from my uncles work which includes more wall space of masks,and because my eldest half-cousin refuses to ever sleep in the house and only sleeps in the coop when he visits the coop is full of all these horror b-movies and cult classics to watch. The atmosphere is fun, the bed is comfy, and it's remarkably spooky despite not being haunted, and I really do get why people like it. I just kinda wish I was sleeping in there alone. 🤣It's like a cool experience I want to share but also be like okay was that sound the wind or do you think something's prowling around out there? It's got wifi, it's got cable tv (I watched part of Clueless yesterday and it was great), it's got AC and a fridge, it's got games, it just really needs a bathroom. 5. The sky. I'm in rural farm country which means there big open spaces and just large swaths of sky without as much light pollution. It's not as much stars as I saw at the home I grew up in, or where I lived in South Korea, but there's still more than there are where I currently live. And during the days where I've been floating around in a pool I can stare up at the sky and watch the clouds just go by and birds soar past. And at dusk there's just so many fireflies/lightning bugs around.

#asks #cw alcohol

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ik33ponmakinc00ki3s · 1 year

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𝔽𝔸ℂ𝔼𝕃𝔼𝕊𝕊! 𝔸𝕐𝔸𝕋𝕆/𝔽𝔸𝕂𝔼𝕐𝔸𝕋𝕆 𝕏 𝔽𝔼𝕄 ℝ𝔼𝔸𝔻𝔼ℝ

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Warning: ROUGH SEX, PENETRATION, BLOOD, GORE/MDNI/DO NOT READ IF SENSITIVE I WARNED YOU

[I love this song sm]

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You thought that you'd be waking up in the morning with your husband Ayato, cuddling up against you, kissing your nape while mumbling sweet nothings, no, you thought you were having a nightmare because it's been a few hours since the moon was still in the same spot. You left the bed, Ayato's presence missing as you wondered around and went out the Kamisato estate and absolutely saw no one.

Not even a single person or animal.

You were alone.

You hoped you would wake or think that this was just a big prank.

But no, everything was eerie, it was cold, dark, and quiet. You wanted to yell if someone, atleast a dog or a cat would approach you.

"Hello! Anyone?"

You yelled, and got startled by the sudden sound of crates falling and sniffing, you followed where the sound went and saw a little girl, she had pink short hair with cat ears and tail patterned like a calico cat's. She was balled on the floor crying, you approached her and crouched down, "Hey there sweetie where are your parents? Why are you here alone?"

The girl looked up and cried again, immediately hugging you, finally seeing another normal human being. You hugged her, comforted her until she calmed down.

"I d-don't knOw where I a-amm, I was just walking *sniff* home and a tall man with b-blue hair and no face stood in front of me and I passed out and e-nded up h-hereee!" She was wailing and crying her eyes out, sniffing and sobbing out the words as properly as she can.

Gripping on your clothes with your bells and vision dangling. "I'm sorry, but I'll help you get home, where do you live?"

"Monds-stat..."

"H-oh uh, that's strange, but either way I'll bring you home ok? What's your name hm?"

"Diona...what about you miss?"

"Kamisato (Y/n), come I'll give you something to drink! You're shivering"

You took her hand gently and the next thing you knew, you saw a figure standing miles away from the both of you.

Ah.

It was your husband Ayato with his back facing you.

You smiled, you finally found him as you were about to call him but Diona whimpered and gripped your hand tighter going behind you. You looked down confused "T-That's him, the man with n-no face, w-we need to run or else...."

You looked back to face where Ayato stood, this time...

He was facing you.

His face not visible except for his eyes.

You gulped, smiled faded as "Ayato" just stood there looking at you both, sword in hand. You were smart enough to know that, that thing was not your husband, and the aura it holds was not friendly.

"Diona..." You whispered at her not tearing your gaze from the thing, just in case it attacks. You summoned your spear as electro emitted from it. Diona looked at you as you gently pushed her back.

"Run."

She pursed her lips as she slowly moved back and ran. The thing then looked at Diona, raising it's sword and glitched it's way towards her, you tensed up as you threw your spear and managed to hit it's leg, electrocuting it in the process.

"ǝɾt҉d̸ጋɾp!!!ꪻꪀᦓj̶ጌር!!!ᗪʞ"

It screamed out static words you cant understand what it was saying, but you immediately ran towards it to distract it from getting to Diona.

Summoning electro bullets as it shocked it 3x more, fading in the process, you grabbed your spear as it was quite deeply stabbed in the cement. You then started to look for Diona and panicked when your look a like husband reappeared in the statue.

"Shit"

The thing looked at you eyes wide as it summon it's sword again, only to be frozen by Diona who shot it with her arrow.

You looked at her and smiled, running towards her as she ran towards you, picking her up you ran passed through chinju forest and back to your shared estate. Locking everything up as you try to process shit and how to escape this nightmare. 'If the sun won't rise, then we can't see the way around Liyue's borders, I hope there are people there because what the fuck is that thing and where did it come from?' "..?" 'Why is it just night?' "(Y-' "Where is my husband!?' "Miss-" 'Are we in a different world?' "Miss (Y/n)!" You snapped your thoughts away as you looked at Diona, who was worried. "Oh-I'm sorry, I'm just thinking, do you want to drink something?" You asked.

She nodded her head, "I can help you, I'm also good at making drinks" "Alright.."

You had hot Ceylon milktea while she had hot cocoa, enjoying the drink she made for the both of you as you both sat in the pillow fort you 2 built awhile ago.

"Hey miss (Y/n)?"

You looked up at Diona as she fumbled with the mug, "D-do you think everything will go back to normal soon?"

You can't lie to her, but you also don't want to break her hope and just reassure her.

"I...I'm not sure honestly, but I really do want everything to go back to normal...let's pray that the Archons would help us..." You held her hand and smiled at her, only to get a splitting headache in the process.

And hear Diona scream in the background as you blacked out.

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"!ꀤ ꌚt̶nɾ ꅐ꓄uɐ ꌩቿዐu̶!!"

You woke up startled and sweaty, taking deep breaths as you felt a warm hand caress your back, you flinched and looked to the side to see your husband Ayato, the real one.

"Are you alright love?" He mumbled, kissing your shoulder and neck, his hands slowly running up and down your sides as you let out a relaxed sigh, leaning your back against his chest as both of you were naked.

"I...just had another nightmare, a...very disturbing one, it felt real. Everyone in Inazuma is gone, until I met a little girl named Diona, she was lost, said she was from Mondstat..." You said as he continued to massage and reassure you, "Hm..tell me more about it" he hummed. You chuckled as you told him about the time where you thought you saw him, but it wasn't him. So you fought him.

Ayato chuckled, amused about your nightmare and his "other" self. You rolled your eyes at him as his hands then traveled from your hips, waist, then breast. Stroking and massaging it, while you groaned.

"Yato~"

Your back arched, ass grinding on his half erected dick as he continued to touch you. His right hand sliding down your crotch, fingers massaging your clit, making your back arch some more as he sucked on your neck, looking for your sweet spot.

"Y-yato it's late...let's he-AHH~ A-ah~" "Shhhh, you wanted this love"

He inserted 3 fingers in you as you continue to grind down on him. Moving his fingers at a fast speed as you came down on it. You were getting breathless as you then faced him and pushed him down, your crotch near his face as he nodded at you smiling, Archons you missed him.

You sat your pussy on his face, grinding on his nose as, his tongue went in you, feeling it wiggle as you moaned loud, bouncing on his face as he held your thighs tightly.

"Ayato~! Hah~"

He moaned at your taste, sucking your clit hard as he creased his brows, concentrated on eating you out. Your climax is almost reaching up as you grinded on his face, your juices coating him as his grip turned quite painful, you then felt something weird, something vibrating and then suddenly your pussy felt numb, you were confused and then screamed out in pain.

"AA-AAGHHHH!!!!!"

You looked down and screamed as your so called husband turned out to be the monster that was in your nightmare. Eyes wide open staring as he continued to grip on you hard, your thighs bleeding as it continued to eat you out even if you can't see it's mouth. You felt it's "teeth" pulling your clit until was ripped off, digging It's face into you some more as you screamed and screamed.

Your blood was staining it's face and the bed, flipping you over, facing you with unblinking eyes, as it pulled out it's 9 inch long shaft, the same size as your husband's as it penetrated your half eaten pussy, squelching blood and some parts gone as a big chunk was torn off, hanging. You cried and screamed, doing your best to push it off even if you're bleeding so much it hurts.

"AAAAAAGGHH STOP-STOP IT PLEASE!!PLEA-!!"

You were losing your voice, as it just fucked you in a painful and rough pace. You wanted this to be over, you want everything back to normal, you wanted to divorce Ayato if you ever see him again...

If you see him again...

If you see...him...again...

You screamed until you lost your voice, you were going crazy, you wanted to die rather than feel pain like this, you can't even look at the thing rutting against you as you started to feel dull and numb. Eyelids getting heavier and the pain subsiding.

Am I dying?

If so then good.

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You passed out.

Only to be waken up with your arms and legs gone, with your stomach cut open as the thing threw away an empty injection. As it continued to fuck you hard, hard enough to see it's dick popping out your opened, bloody stomach, you can't scream anymore, your eyes bulging and red as you were moved up and down it's pace. And in the corner of your eye, you saw a familiar pattern of a calico cat's ears and tail. You cried, your eyes cleared up to see Diona's cat ears and tail, it was cut off from her as blood dripped down on the floor.

You can't take this anymore, this thing made you alive even if it cut your limbs off. You.just.can't.

You prayed and prayed as you felt lightheaded

Archons please take me already....

White, everything was cold and white.

Am I finally in heaven? I hope I am...

"N��O̶"

You snapped your head around as your heart sank, hearing the familiar static voice as you trembled, there it stood, your vision blurring as it came closer, peeling off it's skin as you see just it's eyes and static, glitching skin.

You felt weak, and sick to the stomach as you tried not to puke. I kneeled in front of you, grabbing your chin. "Why...what do you want from me...WHY ME!?" You screamed at it as everything went dark.

That's when an unknown device opened up, it was a rectangular screen, there was a person in it. "They're[ Y̶O̶U̶'R̶E̶] watching us (Y/n)..."

From different angles, more screens appeared as it let go of you. There were other people watching, looking down on a device as they lie on their bed.

Me? I'm watching myself? You looked at the thing again as it glitche its way around the screens as they all disappeared

"ጎክ ፕዘጎነ ጊጎጠሁረልፕጎዐክ, ጎ ኗቿፕ ፕዐ ርዐክፕዪዐረ ሃዐሁ ዘዐሠቿሀቿዪ ጎ የረቿልነፕ"

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Well that sucked. Anyways when I saw that faceless ayato vid I wanted to make a fanfic of fake/glitchyato. Cause in this fanfic I made this mf hack or glitch into the game and like make it in his own simulation? Like yk those ppl showed from the screen? Yeah that's you I see you, holding your phone with one hand and laying down sideways/j

But yeah the gor3 part was the reason i wrote this ngl but like I gave it a random half assed plot. But anyways I really wanted to write more of him, I wanted this fanfic be scary ngl but I kinda cringe a bit. But anyways rip Diona my sweet child.

Pub: 11/18/22

#genshin x reader #Help Diona #Fakeyato #Glitchyato #x reader #SoundCloud #ayato x reader

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sparklywolfcycle · 2 years

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I’ve already posted about this, but it was a mess and pretty unclear so I updated it. I wanted to ask outright:

What Patronuses/Animagus forms (minus the Marauders) do people think Marauders Era characters would have?

(I wanted to make some head canons and possibly experiment a bit with short scenes, but mostly I want to see what the response is.)

1: I’m gonna see what the response is by the end of August at midnight if there are responses

2: Highest choice is whatever I’m going with, I’m fine with whatever wins and I’ll just spin a wheel if no one responds, and maybe if there’s a tie? I’ll figure out what to do if there’s a tie

I’m figuring it out as I go, I’ll probably make a post saying what won

3: Suggestions are okay, I’ll try to credit the first person(s) if they want, the list is there if anyone agrees

4: Answer how you want and I’ll try my best to track any answers down

5: I’m doing this because I’m bored and out of curiosity of what the response(s) will be, be it lack of response or actual responses

6: Same AU rules as always (not evil Barty, Peter, Evan and everyone lives)

7: credit to moldycrustyvoldy (Only Mine, Not Yours) for Dorcas as a dragon, and Mary as a doe

Also, credit to fantasytopics.com since I tried to list what qualities they had, pretty much everything listed is information I got there

Here’s the list that barely changed:

DORCAS~

a. DRAGON-requires talent, powerful, great leader, inspires fear and respect among opponents

b. CHEETAH- fiery, would go to the end of the earth for lifelong friends, confident, more introverted, graceful, quick

c. ORCA- great leaders, brave, excel in communication, protective

PANDORA~

a. THESTRAL- powerful, gentle, kind

b. BLACK BEAR-clever, protective, gentle, powerful, willing to become better

c. DOLPHIN-lovable, social, creative, playful, caring, protective

d. RED SQUIRREL- curious, unique, protective, caring, excel at communicating

e. RUSSIAN BLUE CAT- intelligent, emotionally aware, caring, love the simple things, regal

f. SALMON-wise, ambitious, determined, resilient

g. WHITE MARE-Fighter, protective, unique, free-spirit, caring

BARTY~

a. CROW- cunning, crafty, creative, misunderstood, protective, social, reliable, eye for dangers and details not easily seen by average person

b. PEACOCK- friends make sure they are under control since they’re easily irritated, but calm when situation calls for it, prideful, show-off, pretty

c. MARCH HARRIER- creative, witty, intelligent, logical, sneaky

EVAN~

a. WHITE SWAN- graceful, loyal, protective, stunning

b. BLACK SWAN-loyal, empathetic, loving, caring, emotional, powerful

c. BROWN OWL-intelligent, good guardians, visionary, devoted (one mate for life)

d. KINGFISHER- ambitious, care about other opinions on their looks, stunning, confident

REGULUS ~

a. FOX-clever, devious, crafty, calculating, sly, loyal, wise, able to adapt

b. EAGLE OWL-solitary, devoted to small group you would go to any length to protect, fast, agile

c. GOSHAWK- ambitious, observant, intelligent, sneaky, wise, intelligent

d. BLACK AND WHITE CAT-misunderstood, independent, creative, loyal, guardians

FRANK~

a. ROTTWEILER - seems more aggressive than they are, calm, gentle, endlessly devoted to a small group, kind, extremely protective

b. DEERHOUND- loyal, determined, hard-worker/ambitious, hunters

c. HUSKY-emotionally aware, good coping when stressed, energetic, fun-loving, humble, affectionate, loving, protective

d. CAPUCHIN MONKEY- value loyalty and friendship, playful, intelligent, creative, reliable

e. BUFFALO- determined, loyal, strong, outgoing, strong-willed

ALICE~

a. ROBIN- loving, cheerful, kind, extremely protective

b. CALICO CAT- loving, extremely protective, quirky, observant, independent, unique

MARLENE~

a. HIPPOGRIFF- powerful, dangerous, respected, fierce, loving, passionate

b. LIONESS- protective, fierce, confident

c. HYENA- clever, protective, good sense of humor, loyal, creative

LILY~

a. DOE- extremely protective, loving, nurturing, gentle

b. GREAT GREY OWL- dominant personality, protective, adaptable, excels in listening, strong morals, high standards

c. CHESTNUT MARE- protective, head-strong, courageous, adventurous, passionate

MARY~

a. CHESTNUT MARE- protective, head-strong, courageous, adventurous, passionate

b. SPHYNX CAT- energetic, affectionate, friendly, loving, extremely protective, loyal

c. ST. BERNARD- sweet, resilient, strong, protective, loyal

d. DOE- extremely protective, loving, nurturing, gentle

Helps with the meaning of patronuses:

Fantasytopics.com

Themeparktoday.com

Mugglenet

We’ll see what happens

#jegulus #fralice #rosekiller #dorlene #dorcas meadowes #marlene mckinnon #frank longbottom #alice fortescue #evan rosier #barty crouch junior #regulus black #lily evans #mary macdonald #marauders era

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brigdh · 1 year

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1, 7, 41?

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work?

Oh, tough question! I mean, it all depends on what kind of thing the someone likes – fluff, angst, porn, gen – and what fandoms they know. That said, I'll recommend A Very Necessary Thing (Swordspoint, Alec/Richard), because I think it really did what I wanted it to do, and has a fairly clear theme and plot. Though I don't think it makes much sense unless you know the canon.

7. Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of?

Hmm. I've never actually used this in a fic, but I quite like a theory I came up with once for how A/B/O genders might have evolved. Early human evolution did in fact take place during a period of marked instability, when drastic climate swings occurred fairly frequently. A/B/O-ness could be an adaptation to this, if you think of it as Alphas and Omegas as having increased fertility, and Betas having reduced fertility. In times of hardship and scarcity, Betas don't themselves reproduce, but bond with A/O pairs – three parents per child, allowing for increased food gathering and security. In times of abundance, Betas also reproduce, allowing the population to grow much faster than if there were only Alphas and Omegas. There, ta-da, it makes sense to have three genders.

I do think this would tend to lead to societies where threesomes were the default relationship structure rather than couples, but obviously more people have OTPs than they have OT3s, which maybe is why I've never seen anyone else come up with something similar.

41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.”

Oh, man, so many. A few recent ones:

The Nettles in the Garden Don't Go Away (OFMD, Ed/Stede) for fantastic characterization and writing

Hell or High Water (OFMD, Ed/Stede, Izzy/OMC) for well-laid plot and exciting action scenes

slow chariot, lay me down (OFMD, Ed/Izzy) for hot, hot sex, and excellent characterization through sex (also, this fic is my favorite, but honestly anything by Hymn could be substituted here)

Every time the sun comes up, I’m in trouble (OFMD, gen, Calico Jack) for perfection of voice and sharpness of language. Very excited for this fic to come off anon so I can read everything else the author has written

Thank you for the questions! :D

#meme

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addiesshrooms · 2 years

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Tamaki Amajiki in your Hero costume~NSFW

Got some suggestions from my best friend @lemonboy666 Thx again! <3

Tamaki Amajiki x !Fem reader <3

Warnings: Penetration (OBVIUSLY) , Mommy kink, thats pretty much it. lemme know if i missed anything <3

You had convinced Tamaki to switch hero costumes with you. He kept saying no, but then you had put on his costume without asking him. When you walked out from his room he just stared at you.

The way the costume fit your curves perfectly even though it was designed for a male.

Right away he went to put yours on.

“You look so cute! It's a bit tight… but super hot!” You're smirking at him. You find it cute how his nipples pop out under the tight fabric on his chest.

A blush started shining over his face till it spread all the way down his neck. He covers his chest with his hands and sits down on the bed.

“Don't say that Y/N” he’s sitting crisscrossed on the bed looking up at you, intimidated, “... It's embarrassing”

“But I can't. You look so pretty!” You eyed the bulge in the tights of your costume. It looked amazing on him, and it definitely turned you on. He obviously tried to hide it, being embarrassed.

Your quirk was the ability to transform into Felines, earning your Hero name which was Calico . Your costume had been changed a while back to fit with your new name, adding snow white cat ears and a spotted tail to it.

He was blushing furiously and you could see the bulge getting bigger while he was staring at you. So you decided to be a bit … Spicy.

You pretend to drop your phone to bend down suddenly so he could see your cleavage. He froze, turned on but also not sure of what to do again.

You chuckled and picked up your phone. Once you were up you took a pic of him. Snap! Now you could save this beautiful memory.

“H-Hey!! Why are you taking a pict-!”

“Shut up. It's because you look hot” You walk over to him and push onto the bed, grab his shoulders and sit on his lap.

“Hey… B-Bunny don't do that!” You feel the bulge in his tights getting even bigger- if that was even possible.

“Aww~ Tamaki? Are you alright down there? You feel a bit hard down there? Do you need some help?”

He was embarrassed, but loved getting babied by you so decided to go along with it. He nodded his head aggressively.

“Aww Mommy’s gonna make you feel soooooo good” You smile at him sweetly and pull down his pants. You shove his dick down your throat. He lets out a wanton moan.

“N-No wait~! A-a-ah~!”

“Do you not like it?” you frown at him.

“I d-do!” He says while he continues to moan, “I d-do!”

“Okay good” You smile up at him and continue to suck. You go faster till he’s at his breaking point.

“Uh-Ahh~ Y/N~ Don't stop~!” You slowed down, and opened your mouth. It dripped with cum.

“I'm sorry Bunny!” Tamaki said, still coming down from his high.

You swallow and lick your lips, “It's okay. Let Mommy know next time though-” You laugh, and get up from the floor.

You take off the costume and get back on his lap to position yourself again. You sit and take him all in.

“Ah-Ah~!!” You moan loudly, “Aaaah~!”

Tamaki looks up at you and blushes. He thought you were pretty when you were like this but it had been so long since you guys have had sex.

As you take him in he says “Your so tight~”

Smirking at him reply “ Oh you like that? Tell mommy. Go on.”

He smiles up at you, struggling to form words. “Ye-Yes!” He screams as you drop down on him, “Y-Yea-Aaah!”

#mha smut #bnha smut #tamaki amajiki smut #tamaki smut #ua smut #anime smut #anime #smut #mha imagines #bnha x reader #tamaki x reader #mha tamaki #mha drabbles #bnha drabble #anime x you #anime x female reader #addiesshrooms #kinda femboy

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factual-fantasy · 3 years

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Gots some asks for ya’ll

If you really want to show me that you love and admire my art, you’re right, fanart is most certainly not the way to do it.

The way to do it is to comment on posts of mine that you like. Even if its just a “❤” or something like “my heART-” or “Wow! This looks great!”, you know?

I don’t like fanart, and if a post gets too many reblogs it kind’a spooks me, so just a little comment of basically any kind would be just fine. Its actually what I look forward to the most when posting art. :}

Hmm.. interesting question. Lets hope these ramblings I typed out actually answer your question lol.

I feel like something the crew all kind’a have in common is they most likely don’t seek out comfort from others when they are upset. They all most likely hide away in their rooms to silently cry things out on their own in peace.

Especially the Captain for example. I feel like out of everyone he hides his sadness the most, not wanting his team to see him in such a way and not wanting them to feel the need to comfort him. I feel like when he is sad he kind of retreats to his room to be alone for a bit. If the Captain is sad but has to be around the crew though? Maybe he just looks tired and is a bit slower than usual. His sadness can often times be mistaken for him just being tired. He probably prefers it that way honestly.

I feel like when Kwazii is upset he clams up and becomes more reserved. Usually he’s the talkative type right? Maybe the other crewmembers usually notice somethings wrong when he starts answering questions with just yes’s and nos. If someone takes him aside and tries to talk to him, maybe he’ll brush it off and say he’s alright. But if the Captain asks maybe he’ll feel more inclined to tell him what’s up. Maybe he’ll race around in the Gup-B as a pick me up when he’s down as well?

It could be a lot more obvious when Peso is sad. Maybe he gets really droopy and sulks around. I bet everyone notices and he most likely is less driven to keep it a secret. He’s most likely more open to talking about why he’s sad and more open to talking to others who are.

I feel like Dashi might like to have some alone time when she’s sad. She probably works slower and not as good when she’s upset, so she probably takes the time to get herself sorted out in private so she can keep working. She could also go to Tweak for a girl talk of needed.

Tweak could be someone who finds comfort in her work, so usually just buries her nose in blueprints and keeps to herself. When she’s sad maybe it shows on her face and in her body language. She could appear to be working just fine, but her drooped ears, tired expression and slower pace could let others know that she’s having a rough day.

Shellington could be like Tweak in that he just buries himself in his study's when he’s sad to try and get distracted or feel better. Maybe when he’s sad he’s not very good at hiding it. Maybe he’s visibly droopy and just down on everything. So it would make sense that he would prefer to hide away and work alone until he’s better

I feel like Inkling may be better in tune with his emotions. If he’s sad he gets to the root of the problem and tries to fix it. If he’s sad over something he cannot change? Maybe he makes some tea and just relaxes in the library to some music and reads or something. If someone comes to check on him maybe he looks tired and isn’t as talkative.

I feel like looking at Octonauts realistically Kwazii wouldn’t even know of the T-Pose meme.

And I also don’t know what kind of condiment he prefers. :/

Yeah, I have left the chat lol. Kind’a fits because I’m on a break now.

I went from being in my chair, happy and drawing a lot of pictures,

To droopy and annoyed with no pictures.

To just gone. :|

(Post in question)

XD Thank you! I’m glad you liked it :}

Aww thank you!! I try :} And I’m glad you like my Octonauts art! That means a lot! :D

As for how I draw hands? Well, I cant find the original post, but you can look at this hand tutorial I made a while back. Its a bit outdated but its still good in my opinion. :}

Personally I don’t think he, or any of the crew members do really.

Zoomies in cats are directly linked to their sleeping schedule which causes them to have a lot of built up energy at times.

Kwazii being sentient, having a different sleeping schedule, having daily physically active activities, having a different diet, body shape and size etc, etc, etc, lead me to believe that it wouldn't make sense for him to just be completely full of energy and be uncontroably bouncing off the walls at any given time.

So no, I don’t think he does. :/

I’ve always wondered about Kwazii’s family and why only Calico Jack is ever mentioned. Maybe there’s a darker reason behind it? 🤔

:0!! That’s adorable!

Where's the lie?? XD

Daww thanks, I’m glad you like how I draw him :}

She secretly splatters some green paint on Tweak and she doesn’t notice XD

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Ye, :} I’m going to continue to work on his design but for now he has a lil vest thingy. And thank you! I tried to make them look cute, :D

That would certainly throw everyone for a loop XD

All the knives are dirty and she be cravin dat bread

I did say I had plans to make Decepticon OCs yes. I was going to make about 17 actually.

But my drive to draw them kind’a diminished, and my hyper fixation on Transformers eventually got replaced with another one. :/

That sounds like something that would actually happen in the show. :0

I imagine Ratchet would perk up out of concern for the breathlessness part yeah. But eventually he’d just get annoyed by all the noisy laughter. XD

I think her paws would burn yeah, or at least are at risk of getting burnt.

Which is why my version of Tweak wears gloves, safety first Tweak!

I don’t think I would want to no.. and I don’t think I ever will. Making up my own crew member OCs just... I dunno, I don’t normally like making OCs for things like this, it just makes the characters feel really out of place.. ●﹏●;

The only Octonaut OCs I have made are some monsters for my Sea Dwellers AU, and maybe I’ll make some unseen family members of the Octonauts? But that’s as far as I’ll go. No made up crew members for me.

#octonauts #my response #octonauts headcannons

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agustdakasuga · 4 years

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A Place Called Home | Chapter 21

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: vet!reader, Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook

Summary: Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

You push on, trying your best to remain strong to be there for your hybrids. All hope is lost and you’re just trying to live your remaining days. But the boss has one more plan up his sleeve to break you.

Chapter warning(s): This might be a heavy chapter for some readers. Angry cursing, needle/drug abuse, violence, slight gore, killing, death, mentions of sexual assault. Please read at your own discretion!

You would never admit it but deep down you knew, you were slowly giving up. Whatever small slither of hope you held onto was slowly slipping from your hands. Maybe it was better to die here then keep on dreaming of your release with your boys.

“Time to earn your keep, fox.”

“No, please. Not Jin!” You pressed yourself against the bars in whatever frugal attempt to stop Boss Im and his men from taking Jin away.

“Back away, Namjoon.” The man warned and Namjoon growled but made no move to step forward. He knew the hybrids would do his bidding just to keep you safe. Jin choked as he was tugged out of his cell by his collar.

“You should be there too! To experience his first fight.” You were grabbed next. You already knew the way to your viewing area.

The strong smell of iron and dirt was something you have grown accustomed to. How many hybrids have you watched Yoongi and Namjoon kill in that concrete ring? It was like you were numb to it. But you were on your toes when you knew it was Jin’s first time fighting. They were going to inject him and make him feral.

Your gentle boy, Jin.

“Everyone! We have a debut fight tonight! An arctic fox hybrid’s first fight!” The announcer stepped out and everyone jeered.

“I know! I know! Foxes don’t make an interesting fight! But we have him against our own snow leopard.” From the smirk on the announcer and Boss Im’s face, you knew what this was. They were deliberately trying to make Jin lose.

You should have known why Jin was having his first fight before Taehyung, even if Taehyung was the one with more ‘potential’.

“Why are you doing this? Jin can’t fight!” You struggled.

“Exactly. But let’s see what really makes him go crazy.” Boss Im smirked, waving his hand at the announcer to start the match. You gulped, half of you not even wanting to watch this fight unfold while the other half wanted you to continue watching to make sure Jin would be alright.

“Let’s fight!” The announcer ran out of the ring. Jin was thrown in, falling to the ground. He swayed slightly, the drugs taking effect in his system.

“This is going to be easy.” The snow leopard smiled and charged at Jin, knocking him down.

The crowd jeered while you cried silently. Jin was trying his best to fight the snow leopard off but he couldn’t. His opponent was just too strong. He only managed to get a few good punches and kicks at him.

“Jin!” You screamed until your throat went raw.

“Please. I’m begging you! Please! Don’t let him die!” You shook your head as you cried and kneeled to Boss Im. You had your pride and dignity but if seeing you submit was what you needed to do to save Jin, you will do it. Boss Im stood up, laughing.

“Unfortunately, I don’t sway with pleads and begs.” He chuckled.

“You’re heartless.”

“So I’ve been told.” He shrugged. Looking on, he already knew Jin had no chance against the snow leopard, who was well trained and a lot stronger.

“Fox! You better win that fight!” Boss Im shouted at Jin. Through his unbruised eye, Jin saw Boss Im take his gun out and press it against your temple with a mocking smile. Jin growled.

“You lose, your precious mate dies!” He threatened. Jin continued to growl, foam seeping from his teeth. With all his strength, he kicked the snow leopard off him, running at him and head-butting him. The snow leopard fell back with a groan but Jin didn’t falter and pounced on top of him. The hybrid on the ground swiped at Jin but Jin bit down into his arm.

The snow leopard yelped in pain as he gripped onto his bleeding arm. Blood leaked from the corner of Jin’s lips.

“I don’t lose.” The snow leopard charged at Jin again.

Jin jumped up and landed on the leopard’s back, making him fall forward. He placed his foot on the back of the leopard’s neck. If he wanted to, he could kill the leopard just like that. Half the crowd jeered at their loss while the other half cheered for Jin’s sudden upper hand.

“Separate them. The fox wins.” Boss Im told his men and they ran forward to take Jin away before he could stomp on the snow leopard’s neck.

“Once again, you’ve proven to be quite the asset, doctor.” Boss Im smirked, turning to look at you. With a wave of his hand, someone grasped your forearm to bring you back to your cell.

“W-Wait! Let me treat Jin, please! Your team won’t be able to handle his injuries.” You begged.

“Fine. Bring her to the medical suite.” Boss Im shooed you off. You were shoved forward, making you stumble. Jin’s face was badly beaten up but you could tell he was still conscious. You held his hand as his whole body shook, tears escaping his eyes.

“I’m... sorry.” He forced out.

“Don’t apologise. It’s okay, Jinnie. I’ve got you.” You hushed him and began to treat his injuries. Jin was so shaken by the whole experience.

“That’s enough.” You were wrenched away from Jin and both carried back to your cells. Before they could push you in, you walked in yourself, making them mutter a ‘b*tch’ under their breaths.

“Hyung!” All the hybrids were appalled at Jin’s state. Namjoon picked the elder up from where the henchman had tossed him in and laid him on the mattress.

“Hyung, can you hear me?” Namjoon leaned down.

“He’s traumatised, Joon.” You gulped.

“Jin didn’t want to fight. He was losing against his opponent and fighting the effects of the drug. The boss threatened to shoot me if Jin didn’t win. He manipulated Jin and forced him to fight, causing him to go feral. But thankfully, the other hybrid made it out alive. They were separated before anything could happen.” You explained.

“Poor hyung...” Jimin whimpered.

“Hyung, what will happen to me?” You heard Taehyung ask Yoongi behind you. It made you feel sick to think Taehyung would be like Jin. The cell gate opened again and you all turned your heads.

“What?” You frowned at the man.

“We’re not here for you.” They walked past you and grabbed Jimin and Hoseok. Jimin screeched, letting out hisses as a man leashed his collar. Hoseok growled warningly.

“Hey, what are you doing with them?!” You tried to stop the men but they easily flung you aside.

“Boss requested for them.” He smirked. Jimin whimpered and reached out for you but you were held away. Hoseok shouted and thrashed around. The other hybrids in their cells made a fuss.

“I swear, you hurt them and I will rip your heads off!” Namjoon growled.

“Let them go!” Yoongi shouted.

“One more thing, the boss said to let you know you’re fighting tomorrow.” The men pointed at Taehyung, who jumped and cowered behind Yoongi. Yoongi growled, flashing his canines at them, his black ears twitching. They laughed and just pulled the two hybrids with them.

“No, let them go! You’re hurting them!” You tried to grab Hoseok and Jimin.

“No!” You screamed and cried.

“Kitten, kitten.” Yoongi managed to grab your ankle and pull you to him. He and Taehyung held you, comforting you. Yoongi whispered sweet nothings into your ear while Taehyung stroked the back of your head.

“Chim... Hobi... This is all my fault.” You shook your head.

“No, it’s not, jagi.” Taehyung kissed your head.

“It is! Boss Im gave me an offer. I could leave with Jimin and Hoseok but I’ll have to leave all of you behind. I immediately declined, I’m not leaving any of you behind but now, this happened. If I just let them go, they wouldn’t be dragged out like that. Who knows what torture they are being put through.” You confessed and cried.

“Y-You were given a chance to leave? And bring Hoseok and Jimin with you?” Yoongi asked. You nodded your head.

“But I can’t leave knowing the 4 of you are still here.” You sobbed.

“Jagi...” Taehyung didn’t know what to say. Were they supposed to feel touched that you stayed for them? Or were you dumb for not taking the offer and rescuing yourself and two of them?

You didn’t know how long passed when the cell door opened again. You stood up from the mattress and rushed over to greet Jimin and Hoseok. Hoseok was beaten up while Jimin was having a full meltdown, shivering.

“Hoseok?” You stroked the hair away from his face. He coughed a little before opening his eyes.

“I-I’m okay... Chim...” He choked.

“Chim, Chim.” You slowly approached the calico cat.

“No! D-Don’t touch me!... Please...” Jimin hid his face in his arms, shaking his head as he balled himself up. You retracted your hand immediately, not wanting to agitate him even more. But you noticed that he was breathing so hard was turning blue.

“Alright, sweetie. I won’t touch you. But you need to breathe or you’ll pass out. Follow my breathing, Chim.” You said softly.

“H-Hold me?” He looked up at you, absolutely broken. You nodded and slowly moved towards him. Cautiously, you wrapped your arms around him and he flinched but let you draw his head to your chest.

“I’ve got you now.” You whispered.

“T-They... T-They touched m-me.” He sobbed. Your heart broke and you heard the other hybrids let out growls of anger, hearing Jimin’s words.

You remembered what you had first learnt about how ring masters treat their pets from Yoongi. Jimin must have had to relive that entire experience from his old owner. Whatever memories that he managed to forget or dissolved came rushing back to him, just like that.

“Shh. It’s over.” You knew whatever amount of comfort that you had to offer would not pull Jimin out of this trauma. He may not be as beaten up as Hoseok but he was definitely more traumatised.

“Come here, Hoseok.” You said and Hoseok moved over, laying his head in your lap as he closed his eyes to rest.

“They made me bait for the new training hybrids.” He said softly. You gently ran your hands through his hair in an effort to make him feel better. At the same time, you kissed the top of Jimin’s head. Yoongi was busy comforting Taehyung as well. The tiger was hurt seeing his best friend like that and he was afraid of his fight tomorrow.

“You’ll be fine, Tae.” Yoongi told the younger.

Turning your head, you met eyes with Yoongi. He stared at you and you blinked your tears away. He was thinking the same thing as you.

Just when will this torture end?

That night, Jimin’s nightmares were bad. You were woken up by his screaming and him scratching at his arms and legs.

“Get them off! Don’t touch me!” He thrashed around.

“Shh, Chim. It’s me. You had a nightmare. Don’t worry, I’m here.” You hugged him and rubbed his back. When the men brought in the meals for the day, you didn’t even let them look at Jimin as you hid him behind your back. They snickered and nudged each other playfully.

“Put it down and leave.” You frowned.

“What makes you think we will listen to you?” One of them crossed his arms. You glared at them.

“Hey. Boss called for you.” A voice said and the men immediately bowed their heads to their boss’ wife, running off. You let out a sigh of relief. You haven’t seen her since the day the hybrids were brought in.

“It’s okay, Chim.” You ignored her presence, comforting Jimin.

“I’m sorry, I really tried my best to keep them away.” You knew she was referring to trying to stop your hybrids from being captured here. Of course, you knew it wasn’t her fault but from all the mental fatigue that you have been facing during your time here, your brain just needed someone to blame. And it had to be her.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered again and left. Sighing, you brought the bowls of food over to Hoseok and Jimin. Hoseok ate slowly while you fed Jimin and yourself.

Looking over, you saw Yoongi trying to convince a nervous Taehyung at least eat a little and Namjoon was slowly feeding a still battered Jin.

“Hey, Jinnie. Are you feeling okay?” You asked.

“I can’t believe... I... I almost.” He seized up. You grasped his hand.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, Jinnie. It’s alright. You know what that drug does to you. You weren’t in the right mind. You were manipulated, you didn’t have control over your own actions and the snow leopard is alive.” You comforted him to stop him from having an anxiety attack.

It was right after dinner when Taehyung was dragged out. Yoongi tried his best to stop them from taking him as Taehyung struggled and growled against the leash’s pull.

“Yoongi!” You gasped when they hit him with the barrel of their guns. Yoongi fell to the side with a groan, blood dripping from his temple. Taehyung thrashed around but they still managed to pull him away. Soon, you knew that they would come for you soon.

“Ladies and gentlemen! Another debut fight! A tiger versus a lion!” The announcer said. Even if it was happening right before your eyes, you felt like it was mile away. Your eyes only focused on the door.

“Why so glum?” Boss Im tilted his head mockingly, lifting your chin.

“I hope you rot in hell when all this is over.” You spat at him. He glared at you, slapping your cheek.

“It’s nice to hear you still hold onto ‘hope’.” He chuckled, wiping your saliva off his face and sitting back down in his throne chair.

“It’s not too late to place your bets!” The announcer told the crowd. Your stomach churned as the door opened and Taehyung was pushed forward. The lion hybrid jumped out.

Everyone cheered as it let out a loud growl. Taehyung’s eyes were dilated and red as he smirked at the lion.

“Tae...” You whispered.

The drug had taken over his system entirely. Taehyung didn’t even wait for the announcer to ring the bell as he rushed forward and pounced at the lion. The lion wasn’t too scarred though as he wrestled around with Taehyung. Taehyung didn’t have fighting experience but being circus trained made him pretty agile and smooth.

“That all you got?” Taehyung laughed.

“I’m just warming up, cub.” The lion wiped his lips and they charged at each other again. You looked away as you heard a crack of bones.

“Call me that again.” Taehyung growled loudly and jumped on top of the lion. The lion slammed him against the wall, making his groan. Blood dripped down his temple like Yoongi earlier.

“Please, Tae.” You prayed silently.

“Sir-”

“Let him kill the lion.” Boss Im waved lazily, obviously not caring about the other fighter. He had a glint in his eyes, as if excited for blood to be spilt. Taehyung and the lion got some good hits at each other. Taehyung grabbed the lion by the leg and broke it. You winced and the crowd cheered as the lion yelped.

“Finish him!” Boss Im commanded. The look in Taehyung’s eyes were unreadable. With one last pounce, he bit into the jugular vein of the lion. It was like Yoongi’s comeback fight.

“Good show!” The boss stood up and clapped.

“We have a new favourite in our hands.” He said to his men, who bowed their heads, nodding in agreement.

You just focused on Taehyung still growled at the lion’s body, blood all over his body while he watched the lion fade out. The lion slowly bled out in front of Taehyung while Taehyung smirked deliriously.

“Reward my new little monster with meat. And take her away.” You just let yourself be dragged like a sack of rice. Even as they shoved you back into your cell, your eyes were distant and dead. You couldn’t believe you just witnessed Taehyung do that. Your sweet, innocent, harmless Taehyung smiling at the body of a hybrid he just killed.

“Snowflake?” Jin called but it fell deaf on your ears.

“What’s wrong with her?” Yoongi frowned.

“Yah! Idiot, where’s Taehyung?!” Namjoon asked the guy that brought you in and was about to leave.

“Boss wants to treat his new little monster.” He smirked and left. Namjoon and Yoongi knew what happened. Taehyung’s fight must have been successful for Boss Im but horrible for you. You ran over to the bucket in the corner, emptying the contents of your stomach.

“It’s okay, (y/n).” Hoseok rubbed your back. You couldn’t erase the image of the blood from your head.

“My love/ Kitten/ Snowflake.” The others couldn’t reach you to comfort you but tried their best to do it with their voices and words of comfort.

“(y/n).” Jimin whimpered by your side.

“I-I’m sorry. I... I just need a m-moment.” You shivered.

“It’s alright. Take all the time you need, my love.” Namjoon replied, leaning against the bars. You leaned back in Hoseok’s hold, putting your head against his chest. You felt your eyes roll to the back of your head as darkness washed over you.

You woken up when someone knocked on the bars. You sat up, feeling the mattress below you. The cells were all empty, the boys were gone. You were alone.

“Where are the boys?” You asked.

“Taking them to you now.” The person entered your cell, grabbing your arm and hauling you out of there. You tripped over your feet as you tried to follow him. It was scary not knowing where you were going.

“Go.” You were shoved forward. Standing up, you realised that you were in the middle of the empty ring.

“Hello, doctor. Sleep well?” Boss Im sat at his throne, looking down at you.

“Where are the boys? What did you do with them?” You shouted at him. You didn’t like the smug smile he had on his face. It made your heart race as you were worried that he would do something to them. After all, you passed out before you could see Taehyung. Did he return to the cell after his fight? What about Jimin? Was he being tortured again?

“Don’t worry, you’ll see them.” He shrugged.

“What do you want?!”

“Just conducting a little experiment. You’ll be helping.” He laughed. Before you could say anything, he sat back down. The lights dimmed and your eyebrows furrowed, just what was he getting at?

“Hello?” You called. There was growling to your left.

“Who’s there?” You stepped back but there was another hiss behind you, making you turn around. Eyes stared back at you.

“N-Namjoon? Hobi?” You called.

“No...” You gasped as the figures stepped into the light. It was them.

Your boys.

They all growled and hissed at you. Their eyes dilated and red, just like Taehyung had been when he was fighting last night. You didn’t know where to go, you were surrounded by them. It was obvious they didn’t recognise you, they were completely drug induced and delirious.

“Y-Yoongi.” You tried to call out to him but he just smirked at you, making you step back. You bumped into someone.

“Jinnie.” You whimpered as he shoved you forward, making you fall to the ground. It would be impossible to fight them off. You were a human and they were 6 hybrids.

“Boys, please. It’s me!” You constantly tried to break them out of the drug trance. They were circling you as you sat in the middle of the ring, like you were the prey and they were the predator. Fear coursed through your veins.

“Snap out of it! Please, you’re scaring me!” You begged, watching them close in on you. Even Jimin and Hoseok were under the trance.

“Chim...” You reached out to him but he jumped forward, biting into your arm. Crying out in pain, you wrenched your arm from his mouth, cradling it against your chest, feeling your blood seep out from your deep wound. These weren’t your boys, they have gone completely feral.

Taehyung growled and pounced forward, his palms digging your shoulders into the ground with a sickening crack.

“Tae... Baby...” You cried in pain as you struggled to get out from his grip.

He didn’t reply as he sniffed your blood. You cried as you tried to get out of the ring. You banged on the doors but no one would come. The boys all attacked you at once. You just took it, not being able to fight them off on your own.

You didn’t want to fight them either, they were your boys. And they still are. You didn’t want to hurt them, you couldn’t bring yourself to.

Soon, the pain in your body turned to numbness. And yet, you couldn’t blame the boys. You knew this was out of their control.

“Experiment success.”

As you laid on the ground in your own blood, consciousness slowly slipping from you, you watched Boss Im stand up to leave. Yoongi wrapped his hand around your throat as they all looked down at you. You met eyes with each of them before you finally looked into Yoongi’s emotionless ones. You choked as you felt yourself get light headed from the lack of oxygen.

“I’ll always... love you all.” You whispered as you mustered your last smile before your eyes fell shut.

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improvidence318 · 4 years

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i said screw it so here it is

howdy howdy, this is the anon with the 20’s lingo sheet. i don’t have a tumblr (though i wish i do tbh) and realized that i don’t know how to work shit on tumblr, so i’m just sending in the sheet through a text post. i am highly aware of the amount of power i’m bestowing upon you and honestly couldn’t give a damn

ab-so-lute-ly: affirmative all wet: incorrect And how!: I strongly agree! ankle: to walk, i.e.. “Let’s ankle!” apple sauce: flattery, nonsense, i.e.. “Aw, applesauce!” Attaboy!: well done!; also, Attagirl!

baby: sweetheart. Also denotes something of high value or respect. baby grand: heavily built man baby vamp: an attractive or popular female, student. balled up: confused, messed up. baloney: Nonsense! Bank’s closed.: no kissing or making out ie. “Sorry, mac, bank’s closed.” bearcat: a hot-blooded or fiery girl beat it: scram, get lost. beat one’s gums: idle chatter bee’s knee’s: terrific; a fad expression. Dozens of “animal anatomy” variations existed: elephant’s eyebrows, gnat’s whistle, eel’s hips, etc. beef: a complaint or to complain. beeswax: business, i.e. “None of your beeswax.” Student. bell bottom: a sailor bent: drunk berries: (1) perfect (2) money big cheese: important person big six: a strong man; from auto advertising, for the new and powerful six cylinder engines. bimbo: a tough guy bird: general term for a man or woman, sometimes meaning “odd,” i.e. “What a funny old bird.” blotto (1930 at the latest): drunk, especially to an extreme bootleg: illeagal liquor breezer (1925): a convertable car bug-eyed Betty (1927): an unattractive girl, student. bull: (1) a policeman or law-enforcement official, including FBI. (2) nonesense (3) to chat idly, to exaggerate bump off: to kill bum’s rush, the: ejection by force from an establishment bunny (1925): a term of endearment applied to the lost, confused, etc. Often coupled with “poor little.” bus: any old or worn out car.

cake-eater: a lady’s man caper: a criminal act or robbery. cat’s meow: great, also “cat’s pajamas” and “cat’s whiskers” cash: a kiss Cash or check?: Do we kiss now or later? cast a kitten: to have a fit. Used in both humorous and serious situations. i.e. “Stop tickling me or I’ll cast a kitten!” Also, “have kittens.” cheaters: eye glasses check: Kiss me later. chewing gum: double-speak, or ambiguous talk. choice bit of calico: attractive female, student. chopper: a Thompson Sub-Machine Gun, due to the damage its heavy .45 caliber rounds did to the human body. chunk of lead: an unnattractive female, student. clam: a dollar coffin varnish: bootleg liquor, often poisonous. copacetic: excellent crasher: a person who attends a party uninvited crush: infatuation cuddler: one who likes to make out

daddy: a young woman’s boyfriend or lover, especially if he’s rich. daddy-o: a term of address dame: a female. Did not gain widespread use until the 1930’s. dapper: a Flapper’s dad darb: a great person or thing. “That movie was darb.” dead soldier: an empty beer bottle. deb: a debutant. dewdropper: a young man who sleeps all day and doesn’t have a job. dogs: feet doll: an attractive woman. dolled up: dressed up don’t know from nothing: doesn’t have any information don’t take any wooden nickels: don’t do anything stupid. doublecross: to cheat, stab in the back. dough: money drugstore cowboy: A well-dressed man who loiters in public areas trying to pick up women. dry up: shut up, get lost ducky: very good dumb Dora: an absolute idiot, a dumbbell, especially a woman; flapper.

earful: enough egg: a person who lives the big life

face stretcher: an old woman trying to look young fella: fellow. As common in its day as “man,” “dude,” or “guy” is today. “That John sure is a swell fella.” fire extinguisher: a chaperone fish: (1) a college freshman (2) a first timer in prison flat tire: a bore flivver: a Model T; after 1928, also could mean any broken down car. floorflusher: an insatiable dancer flour lover: a girl with too much face powder fly boy: a glamorous term for an aviator For crying out loud!: same usage as today four-flusher: a person who feigns wealth while mooching off others.

gams (1930): legs gatecrasher: see “crasher” get-up (1930): an outfit. get a wiggle on: get a move on, get going get in a lather: get worked up, angry giggle water: booze gimp: cripple; one who walks with a limp. Gangster Dion O’Bannion was called Gimpy due to his noticeable limp. gin mill: a seller of hard liquor; a cheap speakeasy glad rags: “going out on the town” clothes go chase yourself: get lost, scram. gold-digger (1925): a woman who pursues men for their money. goods, the: (1) the right material, or a person who has it (2) the facts, the truth, i.e. “Make sure the cops don’t get the goods on you.” goof: (1) a stupid or bumbling person, (2) a boyfriend, flapper. goofy: in love grummy: depressed grungy: envious

handcuff: engagement ring hard-boiled: tough, as in, a tough guy, ie: “he sure is hard-boiled!” hayburner: (1) a gas guzzling car (2) a horse one loses money on heavy sugar (1929): a lot of money heebie-jeebies (1926): “the shakes,” named after a hit song. heeler: a poor dancer high hat: a snob. hip to the jive: cool, trendy hit on all sixes: to perform 100 per cent; as “hitting on all six cylinders”; perhaps a more common variation in these days of four cylinder engines was “hit on all fours”. See “big six”. hood (late 20s): hoodlum hooey: nonsense. Very popular from 1925 to 1930, used somewhat thereafter. hop: a teen party or dance Hot dawg!: Great!; also: “Hot socks!" Rarely spelled as shown outside of flapper circles until popularized by 1940s comic strips. hot sketch: a card or cut-up

"I have to go see a man about a dog.”: “I’ve got to leave now,” often meaning to go buy whiskey. icy mitt: rejection insured: engaged iron (1925): a motorcycle, among motorcycle enthusiasts iron one’s shoelaces: to go to the restroom ish kabibble (1925): a retort meaning “I should care." Was the name of a musician in the Kay Kayser Orchestra of the 1930s.

jack: money Jake: great, ie. "Everything’s Jake.” Jalopy: a dumpy old car Jane: any female java: coffee jeepers creepers: a term of exclamation jitney: a car employed as a private bus. Fare was usually five-cents; also called a “nickel.” joe: coffee Joe Brooks: a perfectly dressed person; student. john: a toilet joint: establishment juice joint: a speakeasy

kale: money keen: appealing killjoy: a solemn person knock up: to make pregnant know one’s onions: to know one’s business or what one is talking about

lay off: cut the crap left holding the bag: (1) to be cheated out of one’s fair share (2) to be blamed for something let George do it: a work evading phrase level with me: be honest limey: a British soldier or citizen, from World War I line: a false story, as in “to feed one a line.” live wire: a lively person lollapalooza (1930): a humdinger lollygagger: (1) a young man who enjoys making out (2) an idle person

manacle: wedding ring mazuma: money milquetoast (1924): a very timid person; from the comic book character Casper mind your potatoes: mind your own business. mooch: to leave moonshine: homemade whiskey mop: a handkerchief munitions: face powder

neck: to kiss passionately necker: a girl who wraps her arms around her boyfriend’s neck. nifty: great, excellent noodle juice: tea Not so good!: I personally disapprove. “Now you’re on the trolley!”: Now you’ve got it, now you’re right.

off one’s nuts: crazy Oh yeah!: I doubt it! old boy: a male term of address, used in conversation with other males. Denoted acceptance in a social environment. Also “old man” “old fruit.” “How’s everything old boy?” Oliver Twist: a skilled dancer on a toot: a drinking binge on the lam: fleeing from police on the level: legitimate, honest on the up and up: on the level orchid: an expensive item ossified: drunk owl: a person who’s out late

palooka: (1) a below-average or average boxer (2) a social outsider, from the comic strip character Joe Palooka, who came from humble ethnic roots panic: to produce a big reaction from one’s audience percolate: (1) to boil over (2) As of 1925, to run smoothly; “perk” pet: necking, only more; making out petting pantry: movie theater piffle: baloney piker: (1) a cheapskate (2) a coward pill: (1) a teacher (2) an unlikable person pinch: to arrest. Pinched: to be arrested. pinko: liberal pipe down: stop talking prom-trotter: a student who attends all school social functions pos-i-lute-ly: affirmative, also “pos-i-tive-ly” punch the bag: small talk putting on the ritz: after the Ritz Hotel in Paris (and its namesake Caesar Ritz); doing something in high style. Also “ritzy.”

rag-a-muffin: a dirty or disheveled individual rain pitchforks: a downpour razz: to make fun of Real McCoy: a genuine item regular: normal, typical, average; “Regular fella.” Reuben: an unsophisticated country bumpkin. Also “rube” Rhatz!: How disappointing! rub: a student dance party rubes: money or dollars rummy: a drunken bum

sap: a fool, an idiot. Very common term in the 20s. says you: a reaction of disbelief scratch: money screaming meemies: the shakes screw: get lost, get out, etc. Occasionally, in pre 1930 talkies (such as The Broadway Melody) screw is used to tell a character to leave. One film features the line “Go on, go on – screw!" screwy: crazy; "You’re screwy!” sheba: one’s girlfriend sheik: one’s boyfriend simolean: a dollar sinker: a doughnut sitting pretty: in a prime position skirt: an attractive female smarty: a cute flapper smudger: a close dancer sockdollager: an action having a great impact so’s your old man: a reply of irritation speakeasy: a bar selling illeagal liquor spill: to talk spoon: to neck, or at least talk of love static: (1) empty talk (2) conflicting opinion stilts: legs struggle: modern dance stuck on: in love, student. sugar daddy: older boyfriend who showers girlfriend with gifts swanky: (1) good (2) elegant swell: (1) good (2) a high class person

take someone for a ride: to take someone to a deserted location and murder them. tasty: appealing teenager: not a common term until 1930; before then, the term was “young adults.” tell it to Sweeney: tell it to someone who’ll believe it. tight: attractive Tin Pan Alley: the music industry in New York, located between 48th and 52nd Streets tomato: a “ripe” female torpedo: a hired thug or hitman

unreal: special upchuck: to vomit upstage: snobby

vamp: (1) a seducer of men, an aggressive flirt (2) to seduce voot: money

water-proof: a face that doesn’t require make-up wet blanket: see Killjoy wife: dorm roomate, student. What’s eating you?: What’s wrong? whoopee: wild fun Woof! Woof!: ridicule

You slay me!: That’s funny!

zozzled: drunk

have fun.

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A Bit of Magic

pairing: platonic best friends hoseok x yoongi genre: fluffy fluff words: 1.1k contains: magic au, there is a cat, meow a/n: this drabble is sponsored by a generous anonymous donor to the Black Lives Matter movement!!! get your own fic here.

“I’ve decided.” Yoongi’s drawl comes floating down the stairs with the man himself. He’s holding the same (unopened) white envelope he disappeared with about an hour and a half ago.

“Aaaand?” Sitting at the worn kitchen table, Hoseok’s eyes shine with a sunny hope as he nurses a glass of something clear and bubbly. A few feet away, Jiminie the calico dozes on his favorite pillow.

Yoongi stops short when he reaches the end of the stairs. Promptly lets the envelope thunk into the trash can. “Nope.” Then he plops his butt down on the chair opposite Hoseok’s with just as much decorum.

“First of all, it’s 2020. Recycle.” Hoseok jokes as he twirls his hand and the envelope promptly floats out of the bin, doing somersaults in the air before landing right on the table. Face up, with Yoongi’s name emblazoned across it in jet black script.

Yoongi snaps his fingers. Right back into the trash it goes, though not nearly with the same elegance.

“Hyung.” Hoseok fetches it again, this time placing a spread hand firmly over the mail with now slightly dented corners. “What are you scared of?”

“Fireworks. Heights. Namjoon’s cooking. All rational things.”

“Yet opening a measly little envelope?” Hoseok taps the paper with the tip of his nails and little stars fly out, dissolving on contact with the wood.

Yoongi very pointedly stands up and steps to the kitchen counter. Jiminie opens a lazy eye and gives a small yawn at the movement. “’m not scared,” Yoongi mutters. He looks at the pot that’s simmering away above an artificial fire, then gives it a slow stir with a rotation of his skinny wrist. “Potion almost done?”

“Yeah!” Hoseok’s face brightens, then falls when he joins Yoongi and looks in the mini cauldron. “I think. Maybe. Is it supposed to be that color?” Owl droppings is the polite way of putting it. He ladles a few spoonfuls into a glass and observes the rather chunky texture.

Thing is, Hoseok hasn’t been making concoctions for very long, preferring intuitive or physical magic usually, so the last few experiments have been... very iffy. Yoongi’s far better at the craft, able to whip up brews that even taste good, in addition to being super effective against illnesses. But... Hoseok figures Yoongi won’t always be around to make his potions for him, so he should at least know the basics, right?

“Uhh, depends on what you’re making.”

Hoseok’s mouth opens. He’s about to answer when he thinks better of it. Just grins instead, opening his hand to summon the envelope. With his other hand, he picks up the warm glass. “Hyung. Open this or drink the mystery potion.”

Here comes Yoongi’s familiar scowl as his eyes flick between the two options. In Hoseok’s mind, this is a simple decision. Any rational person would just—

Yoongi grabs the glass and drains the entire damn thing.

“O-Oh s-shit, that’s really hot,” Yoongi sputters out, swallowing hard as he refills the glass with cold water and throws that back too. That leaves him with water dripping down his lips, a slight burn reaching down his throat as he leans against the counter for support.

Well, the good news is that other than adding to a lifetime of potion-related trauma at Hoseok’s hands, Yoongi doesn’t feel very different. He still has two eyes and all his fingers and toes. Nothing is spontaneously growing out of his ass (“it was one time!” Hoseok cries as he watches Yoongi check his backside with suspicion), nor has his hair changed into any outrageous colors.

Hoseok beams, showing all his pearly teeth. “Hey! You’re okay!”

Yoongi does not like the genuine surprise in Hoseok’s tone one bit.

“Was I not supposed to b—meow.”

They both freeze.

Slowly turn their heads to look at Jiminie, who’s gleefully licking himself on the table, blissfully lost in his own world of hairballs.

Hoseok goes first. “D-Did you say...”

“No, I didn—meow.”

Hoseok’s lips quirk up in the way it always does before bellyaching laughter and he quickly slaps a hand over his mouth when Yoongi’s scowl gets even deeper.

“What the fu—meow.” Yoongi’s fists tighten with annoyance. “How do I sto—meow?!”

Hoseok flies to the stove, peering into the murky potion depths. “Oops... Guess some of Jiminie’s hair must have gotten into the pot somehow!” At the sound of his name, the cat perks up, gives a tiny consolation mew of his own.

Yoongi clutches his forehead as if an awful headache is coming on. “See, with shit like this, meow, how am I supposed to leave you all alone?”

“But you’re not? Leaving me?”

Yoongi supresses a meow by swallowing at the same time. “What do you think... is gonna happen if I open that envelope?”

“But hyung, it’s your dream!” Hoseok grabs the letter. “You can’t just keep avoiding it. It’s not going to go away. Besides, I’m sure you got in!”

“But what if that’s not the answer I’m hoping for meow?!”

(Hoseok bites back the fact that it’s starting to sound like part of Yoongi’s regular speech.)

“You’ve been studying for this for so many years. You didn’t even sleep the night before you sent the application in because you were so excited. Trust me, you want this.”

“Fine. Fine!” Yoongi snatches the envelope away. “You want me to leave so badly? I’ll go.” He tears it open, not caring if the paper scrapes harshly against his finger and he could have just used magic. Not like it’d be stable right now anyway. He doesn’t stop until they’re both staring at the words that read ACCEPTED and WELCOME TO BANGTAN WIZARDRY and in that moment, everything becomes real.

“Holy—meow—fuck.”

“You did it!” Hoseok’s a little teary eyed as he crushes Yoongi into a hug. The letter flutters to the ground, any argument forgotten. “I knew you would! Ahhh, hyung, you’re going to university!”

Yoongi swallows, hard.

He forces his arms to move, to return Hoseok’s affection even as disbelief and excitement and fear and too many mixed emotions come surging up just to get stuck in his throat. “H-Hoseok-ah,” he eventually says in a voice so tiny. “I did it.”

“Don’t you worry about me. It’s just a year. Then I’ll be joining you right before you know it.” Hoseok grins as he lets Yoongi go, Jiminie winding his way through both of their legs as he wants to share in the festivities.

“Are you sure?” Yoongi frowns. “Absolutely sure?”

“Hell yes! And if you don’t believe me, I’ll drink the potion too. As proof.”

Turns out, Hoseok made a pretty damn powerful draft. Their meows don’t fade until three days later, but they spend all that time packing and poking fun at each other about the purrs. In between throwing out old broken timekeepers and spent candles, they reminisce about their childhood, then dream about the good days yet to come.

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