I wanna ghilk the anti ghope’s ghock
hope u enjoy it
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"You want to what?"
You put one hand on your hip. The other you held your hand out open but with your fingers slightly curled inwards. Trying to simulate the action that you were hoping to be doing, as you flick your wrist from side to side. "To ghilk your ghock."
Copia stares. Not blinking, his eyes remain wide. His head was slightly tilted back, hair tucked behind his ears. You can just see the hint of his front teeth peeking out at this angle. It definitely was giving off the rodent vibe you heard all the other siblings of sin say he had. You didn't really see it, but you always did seem to see the Cardinal in a different light.
Maybe that was part of the reason why you were chosen for this job. Everyone seemed to know you didn't mind how he looked, and well, you hadn't objected to the job.
Which made sense considering you were eager to do it.
"C'mon, this will be easier if we start soon." You lower your hands, bending your knees to grab the handle of the small, silver, tin bucket you've brought. The container was chosen mainly for amusement, looking like a smaller version of a milk bucket.
You didn't think it would take the man long to fill it. Mainly from the outline of something long and thick pressed against his thigh so easy to see in those wonderfully tight pants. Even though they were a little frayed, you could see the bulge resting within the fabric.
And he wasn't even hard. At least you didn't think so. Not yet. But maybe he had a bit of fear kink-
"I don't wish to be milked, or, ghilked." He says with a shudder, mismatched gaze growing somehow even wider. "Why would I need to be milked?"
"You're papa now, right? Papas need to give a part of themselves to the rituals around here. Papas get milked regularly." Your lips curl up, into a sharper grin at the poor man. "Or ghilked, depending on your preference."
Copia does not look like he believes you for a moment. His left eye even twitches while he stares at you, mouth slightly open. A pink tongue darts out to wet his lips. "Is there a difference?"
You bat your eyelashes at him giving him your best smile. "That depends on what you want, Papa."
This shudder is a bit different now, there's a different sort of look in his eyes. Mismatched eyes turn to the bucket. "If were to agree to this, which I am not, how much of that needs to be filled?" He gestures a finger in the air, pointing to your tiny bucket.
"Whatever you're willing to give. Any donation is welcome, Papa."
He sighs, looking unsure. "And this is a regular occurrence?"
You pause, thinking. But you're quite certain you have that information right. "That's what Terzo told me."
Copia sighs, looking unsure but stands to follow you. "Let's go somewhere private at least first."
You smile, deciding not to tease his shyness as you lead him away to another room. One where no one will hear the soft cries you help bring your Papa to, the loud whimpers while you wear his leather gloves and jerk him off. Loving the way his thighs jiggle and twitch at each twist of your wrist, while your mouth goes to his balls to worship him there too. Watching him cum into your hands, and how you set back to work almost immediately on his overstimulated, jumpy cock. Red and constantly leaking, he grips any piece of furniture he can find, letting out the loudest whine while you make him cum again, and again, and again.
Later when you bring the small bucket to Terzo, you discover, after a very long and loud session of laughter, that this wasn't an actual thing. That it had all been a joke Terzo had set you up on, that the other siblings have been in on. He hadn't thought for a moment it would actually happen, but soon tears are streaming down his face, smearing his makeup.
Well, shit. You know what you're going to do to the bucket at least, once you're alone and in your room. You did need to get your milk intake after all.
Still, when Copia asks if you need a donation a few weeks later, you'll explain. He'll be embarrassed by it, and his cheeks will go an even darker red when you tell him, with a smile. "I'll still take it any ghilk you want to give, Papa. Any donation is welcome."
You find out after mass that day, while you're on your knees, that your Papa is a very generous man.
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G̴̩͍͆͆̈́e̵̹̣͆t̷̬̋ ̸̻̮̎̒ĭ̸̏̃n̵͙̋͐ ̸̛̳̃t̶̪̣̅ḣ̸̳̇͜è̵̠̲͖̔̑ ̶̢̹̖͗͐̀Wa̵̬̞͝ṫ̴̩̣̣e̶͉̲̯͂̏̎r̴̉
It was a simple mission. Damian was working with Father to confirm the existence of a Lazarus Pit below Gotham, as Ra's Al Ghul speculated. And they had found it, deep in the caves below Gotham. A Pit the size of an Olympic sized swimming pool, bubbling and steaming. He'd only looked away for a moment.
"Kin-slayer."
Standing waist deep in the water stood Damian's reflection. The hair might be white, and the eyes glowing with the waters, but it was his face. But not his face alone.
Danyal's ghost glared at him. "Get in the water."
Father threw a batarang at him, but the metal flew straight through his head like it was air. Danyal didn't even glance at him, his eyes fixed on Damian. "Get in the water," he ordered again. He stepped closer to the shore and the green water sloshed up the bank higher than it was before. "Or I'll raise the tide so high, all of Gotham will die. So get in the water."
Damian's heart jumped into throat. "Wait-"
"Get in the water."
Father shoved Damian behind him, as if it would protect him, as if he could stop Danyal. "Stop this, please-" If he could just explain-
Another step and the waters surged forward, nearly touching Father's boots. "I'll make whirlpools so profound, your entire family will drown," he promised.
"NO!" Not his brother, his kind brother-
"THEN GET IN THE WATER!" Danyal snarled, revealing monstrously sharp teeth and a black tongue from Damian's poison. "G̴̩͍͆͆̈́e̵̹̣͆t̷̬̋ ̸̻̮̎̒ĭ̸̟̰͙̏̃n̵͙̝̟̋͐ ̸̛̳̃t̶̪̣̅ḣ̸̳̇͜è̵̠̲͖̔̑ ̶̢̹̖͗͐̀w̵̜͍̤̌a̵̬̞͝ṫ̴̩̣̣e̶͉̲̯͂̏̎r̴̉͜!̷̡͔́̀̽" He lunged and Father pushed them back down the passage they'd come. "Don't mistake this for a bluff, brother. You've lived more than enough. Just get in the water." Damian swallowed, throat dry. Was this Danyal's revenge? Did he finally have to face what he had done?
"Robin, who is this?" Father snapped, trying to keep retreating down the cave. But Damian wouldn't let him; the waters, and Danyal with them, would only follow.
Danyal looked between them, scowling. "G̴̩͍͆͆̈́e̵̹̣͆t̷̬̋ ̸̻̮̎̒ĭ̸̟̰͙̏̃n̵͙̝̟̋͐ ̸̛̳̃t̶̪̣̅ḣ̸̳̇͜è̵̠̲͖̔̑ ̶̢̹̖͗͐̀w̵̜͍̤̌a̵̬̞͝ṫ̴̩̣̣e̶͉̲̯͂̏̎r̴̉͜!̷̡͔́̀̽" he snapped again. "I'll take your father and gouge out his eyes, unless you want to stop being a coward and choose to die. Now... get in the water."
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What is your s/is powers/abilities in comparison w Heat? Your pfp has her glitching so I got curious :3
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Iufjyfufg I've been sitting here for the past half n hour trying to think of how to explain it, but ahhh so huge spoiler for the games but everything n everyone from the first game is digital (hence the name digital d/evil s/aga lol) my s/I is basically a glitch that's why she's glitching out, she actually has very little control over her glitching but well she can do what any glitch can do tbh, her main use of it is pretty much 'resetting' her comrades to a point before they sustained damage so like an odd healing ability if that makes sense? Her glitches can also be horrifically destructive
As for heat, he's infected with the atma virus which gives him the power n form of a demon at the cost of having to devour human flesh to stop the virus from basically taking over n turning him into a rampaging demonic beast (once someone is taken by the virus there's no saving them ex l/upa & j/inana) he's very physically strong n has a natural ability to wield fire tho in game they can learn anything so tbh even tho he's a fire demon you can have him learn n use ice, wind, earth ect, he also has large wolverine like claws I'm just gonna add a gif to show you lol
(Also the cutscenes for j/inana n l/upa being taken over by the atma virus
J/inana
https://youtu.be/0mQz6e-pVq0
L/upa
https://youtu.be/3WQNBm02Z2Y )
I hope this makes sense n isn't to badly written hvbjcjb ;w; but thank you so much for the ask! It was really unexpected but very appreciated! \;w;/ ❤
@a-changeling-in-love
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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers ❤️
OMG stop. This is so cute ok.
My comfort shows (Supernatural, Teen Wolf, Fairytail etc.)
Fresh snow after it falls (the silence is the best part or hearing the snow falling ahhhh)
Driving with my windows down, warm night with music playing
Traveling to new places
Spending time with family and friends (Basic I know but my brother and best friend live so far away from me)
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Apparently, my decision to be silly and make fanart of someone's writing (because I genuinely enjoy the story the person is writing and I was struck with inspiration upon reading a particular scene) has benevolent and wildly unforeseen consequences.
I apparently gained a bit of control of the canon because said writer really loved the art and decided what I drew/draw is canon.
2. Writer put said artwork into the document of his story right below the scene, so now it's IN the story where people who read the story will see it (with a link to me)
3. He sent the artwork to all his friends and people he knows because he was so excited
Wholesome interaction and I watched him do all that in real time, good stuff. However...there are two more consequences I was notified of today...nearly a full week after I gave the artwork.
Seeing the artwork caused his friends to become interested in reading and hearing about his story, which means more people are reading what he's writing and giving him critique on the story (which he actively asks for).
Apparently, upon seeing the art, his writer friends got a sudden second wind to pick back up writing they'd abandoned for a few months. Because, I quote, "seeing that someone enjoyed {his} writing enough to take the time to make art of it gave them the motivation that maybe THEY can write something that will inspire someone to also create something." I have accidentally caused a writing frenzy among his writer friends and my silly idea to make art for someone has had a butterfly effect for people who I don't even know.
Uhh...I'm pretty sure there's a moral here but I am tired and have a great deal of emotions about this.
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https://open.spotify.com/track/05QGaQnoBuda27vXxpuiRU
"Sleep tight, ya morons."
– J. D. Salinger, The Catcher In The Rye
oh that's a really good song
also i fucking love the catcher in the rye
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I assume you care a lot about accepting others and helping them to be open with their feelings; especially when it comes to grief. Maybe you’ve been there yourself, or maybe you just have a big heart (I know that much is true!), but it shines through in every story.
(No need to answer that ask if you don’t want to—I just wanted to say it <3)
(For this)
Oh, this is very sweet. And you...are not wrong, haha. I've definitely Seen Some Things and know how that can mess you up if it's not dealt with properly, so, uh...YEAH, that tracks, aha.
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