#Somewhere between cat and doll :3

[christelightlavo]

I am bored, so show me your characters 🤩

Tag three mutuals, while rating who you reblogged.

I will start,

Use this picrew

Character : Christel

1) Nickname : Chris

2) sexuality : bisexual.

3) Nationality : I think of her to be of European descendants

4) Drugs or alcohol : alcohol.

5) Flaws : impulsive and little naive.

6) what excites them : hanging out with their friends, photographing something or gossiping.

7) Closest friends : Hecate and Delenn.

8) clothing style ; somewhere between gothic girl and old Victorian doll. Either that or keep in up with the latest fashion.

9) hardworking or lazy : hardworking.

10) Economic status : first class.

11) whats on their interest browser history? : cat memes, memes or ways to commit elaborate pranks oh and celebrity news.

12) what in their bag? : books.

People :-

@safire-alula , @urlocalbisexualmess , @fandom-stealer

[kimmexart]

hey..🌚should do a match up with me and dbd/slashers... (we both know who i really wanna be paired up with)

okie dokie so my personality is pretty quiet and timid around others. i don't talk much at school (even with my friends LMAO) and i always have my headphones on. im desi with pretty light olive skin (i have no melatonin) and brown eyes! i have dyed burgundy hair that runs up to my breasts that's naturally a little wavy but i always straighten it because i HATE how it looks natural. i have wispy bangs too :3

my hobbies are batman, i literally collect all batman related things, cats, horror movies, video games, drawing and baking. and writing heheheh!! im an INTP and im a huge rainy day and gilmore girls and gothic architecture lover >.‹

i'm 5'4 and i'm extremely sensitive so id prefer my lover to be someone who's quiet and understanding yk, someone who doesn't make fun of me for crying easily or being clingy. i collect ghostface merch for a living as well LMAO.

my appearance isn’t very skinny but i’m not chubby either, i’m like literally in the middle. i have barely a tummy but i have thicker thighs and a round face. i work out everyday by going to the gym when it’s about to close )because i prefer not socializing with others) and i do cardio and pilates.

sorry this is kinda messy i’ve never done one of these before but i saw your page and your cute lil match ups and i knew i had to!! thank you 💗💗

HAHAH ILY ILL DO YOUR RESIDENT EVIL ONE ON A SEPARATE ONE 😫😫 but i’ve been working crazy hours so i apologize if it’s late and sloppy 🙁🫶

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I shall match you with…

Ghostface (Danny ‘Jed Olsen’ Johnson)

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You were supposed to be one of his victims. A silly little one you are, he followed you home. Lurking in the shadows and thank to the help of the loud music blasting from your headphones masking his footsteps.

He had been following you for weeks now as the days went by he grew more and more intrigued. He hid in the darkness creeping outside one of the windows as he watched you play one of your favorite video games.

“What your favorite scary movie?” his voice was low, but smooth you didn’t recognize the voice as you picked up the phone.

“who’s this?” you asked pushing your eyebrows in confusion pausing the video game. The voice on the other end let out a dry chuckle “Answer the question.”

“Well, i guess… (insert Favorite Movie)” You said softly.

“a classic” he responded with a approving hum as he flipped the knife in between his fingers “I knew i liked y’a”

“uh, okay?” you respond awkwardly “anyways.. im busy i should go now” you cleared your throat hanging up the phone before he could stop you.

*ring*

*ring*

The phone began to ring soon after, “Look leave me the fuck alo-“ You blurted through the open line as you held the phone up to your ear.

“Your gonna get it now!” His voice was more sharper and direct. it caused you to tense almost instantly “You don’t get to hang up the phone doll! that isn’t how it works.”

A creaking sound made your head snap to the direction. your eyes glanced over to the window that was once closed now wide open with the moonlight peeking through, and a breeze pushing the curtains.

Your breath got caught in your throat as you dropped the phone and made a run for it, “Logical as always babe!” It was the man over the phone- however his voice was somewhere in your house.

He followed you into your bedroom, a grin underneath his mask as he stared at the closet “i only wanna play” he said with a chuckle “tell me about that scary movie” he crouches infront of the closet door.

You peeked through the small crack to see the cheap mask and leather cloak, your pupils completely dilated unable to respond.

he played with the blade his leather gloves gliding over the knife, “your no fun like this” he said forcing the closet door open, weeks- that’s how long he prepared for this moment he forced your body to the ground straddling your hips. He used his left hand to pin your hands over your head which the knife in his right.

You squirmed and screamed at him to stop trying to free yourself.

He held the knife tightly as he stabbed the knife- he aimed for your head but instead it buried itself into the wood flooring besides your head.

He let out a shakey breath, this was the first time he wasn’t able to kill his victim. How he hated this feeling- he failed. Weeks of preparation and now when having you all to himself he couldn’t.

This was going to be his masterpiece, the perfect crime

The crime no one will ever forget.

“Fuck.” he muttered underneath the mask as he pulled the knife out from the ground and forced himself off.

“Fuck!” he said placing the bottom of his boot against your chest. He looked down at you full of anger and annoyance even if you couldn’t see his reaction you knew. Letting out a small cry as you tried to force his shoe off. “i’m watching, i’m always going to be fucken watching” he says before he disappeared into the night.

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“So that’s all that happened?” The pale man across from you type, a small scar on his forehead.

Your head was in your hands in frustration and Annoyance hearing the constant typing from his computer “Yes Danny” you said curtly.

The two of you were at a cafe, Danny was a journalist who had heard about your experience with the new serial killer- who you found out was named ‘Ghostface’

“It was as if he could kill me- no he wanted to” you said taking a small sip of your warm drink “He tried- but couldn’t he wasn’t weak at all, he was… amazing”

His fingers froze, Danny’s eyes glanced back up at you. he was flustered by the fact you called him ‘Amazing’

He nodded “Well,” he clears his throat before continuing “Just be more aware of your surroundings from now on, maybe have some friends stay over”

“i just moved here, im new and don’t have friends or family in town” you said with a small sigh.

He knew that of course, He wasn’t stupid he did stalk you for weeks following you around town and going through your stuff at home to learn more about you.

he wrote his number on a small sticky note “call me, i’ll be your friend” he said with a dry chuckle

as he laughed your eyes flickered in recognition but only for a moment. something about him was off, you couldn’t pin point what. brushing off those thoughts you gave him a small smile and nod “thank you Danny,”

you hand gently brushed over his as you grabbed the stick note.

He’s truly become obsessed with you.

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Danny huffed in annoyance as he hooked the last victim onto the hook. He walked away he dug into his cloak pulling out a photo of you.

A frown decorated his lips as he waited for the entity to start a new trial, he missed you dearly you were his favorite victim and partner.

His fingers gently grazed over the folded polaroid.

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(What if like, you just appeared in a trail as a new survivor bc the entity was getting tired of danny lacking. But you would only see him as ghostface and not danny. but like would he kill you?) 😫😫 making me think about the yummy angst taht could come from this.

It was between him or Legion 😫😫 but we both know why i picked danny. anyways i luv this idea. i usually write it out differently like sections but this is something new. it’s 2 am so if it’s messy i’m sorrryyyy. I luv writing danny as mean but silly. Hope you enjoy!!!

[seraph-of-sizes]

hi !! feel free to ignore but can I request g/t headcanons with wanderer and/or venti ? have a nice day!!!! :) <3

Holidays got me so behind on asks, here ya go!

Wanderer: I love the fact that you can choose a name for him, I gave him the name Kokoro so that will be the name I use for these headcanons. (Also giving him the nickname of Ko which means child)

Giant/human size:

If there was a poster child for fearplay from a giant, Kokoro would be it. Pre-Irminsul incident he was not kind to borrowers that he came across. At the very best case scenario he would let them scurry off, whispering his disgust under his breath, worst case scenario…well. 

Post-Irminsul incident he’s much more tolerant of tinies, especially after having to interact with some that attend the Academiya. He just ignores them mostly, unless he gets paired up with someone (ie Faruzan who he tolerates).

He doesn’t have a lot of his sense of pressure and touch anymore, between being a puppet and the Dottore’s experimentation. So sometimes he finds a tiny that has hitched a ride on his person somewhere. It’s lowkey a game between the tinies of the Academiya, who can stay on the Dendro Archon’s pupil the longest without him noticing.

Current record was Layla who had fallen asleep in one of his pockets on accident, and was only discovered because Nahida had teased Kokoro about bringing a friend “home”.

Tiny/borrower size:

Pre-Irminsul incident, he would be a very aggressive tiny that would assist the Fatui as a spy of sorts. He would still desire the Electro Gnosis, less because he believes it to be rightfully his, and more to just piss off his “mother”. 

HATES being held, will do whatever he can to not be held. He doesn’t mind sitting on a shoulder or anything, just being held like a doll.

Abandonment issues are dialed up to 11, especially since the child that passed from sickness would play with him like a regular doll. Traumatized.

Venti: My favorite archon <3 silly little wind sprite.

Giant/human size:

Easily the gentlest person around tinies. Can be found sleeping in many random places absolutely covered in the tiny folks of Mond. 

Most tinies know he’s Barbatos, and consider him the patron deity of tinies. Since, he too has a tiny form (wind sprite).

He actually plays around with his size sometimes to be more closely involved with the tiny community of Mondstadt, though often with a change of clothes to prevent too much confusion.

If a tiny feels comfortable with him, they should be prepared to have a bad hair day. He tends to fidget with whatever is in his hands, aka tinies often find themselves completely ruffled after a few minutes of Venti’s attention being elsewhere. 

Tiny/borrower size:

Prankster of the year award has been his for centuries. Between causing headaches for Jean, to stealing an unfathomable amount of wine from the Angel’s Share, new visitors to Mond will often be warned of a tiny bard clad in green.

He can often be seen hitching rides with just about anyone, offering them a day filled with music for just an apple.

Cats are even worse to tiny Venti, not only is he allergic, now they're big. He’s often seen on rooftops and in trees for that exact reason

[neverchecking]

Not so Scary

Okay, okay, I know I'm starving y'all. I'm sorry for that, but writer's block is choking me between it's thighs rn. BUT, i do have this to offer.

It's more Aaliyah x Ceres stuff. Sorry not sorry. This time our guest star is Twilight (sage is still there. that bastard)

For those who don't know, Ceres belongs to @angry-trashcan, my lovely wife whom I love so much <33

Smut so MDNI! !8+

Smut CW: Foursomes, there is some scissoring in the beggining bc girls being girls :), Aaliyah and Sage get a little mean at the end but that's okay bc Twilight and Ceres are into it <3 Also, you'll see where the new blog name came from <3 (Bailey and I thought of it when shit-balling --it's like spit-balling but pure crack instead--and i just love it sm). This ones breeches 5.2K words, but it's not all smut there is a fluff portion before hand <33

There were a few things that confused her about the current Sage of Spirits. 

None were truly consequential things, mindless thoughts that had no real merit in the real world (Why did she wake at the first peaks of dawn if only to sit in front of a window with her legs crossed as she mumbled under her breath? Why did she choose to eat with chopsticks as opposed to the normal cutlery everyone else chose? Why did she put both socks on before her shoes? That was the wrong order. It was sock, shoe, sock shoe-), but one thing in particular perplexed the brunette. 

Why did Aaliyah showcase this false bravado of a blood-lusting warrior when the way she cradled her cheeks was nothing but soft and loving?

Why did the Sheikah insist on hiding behind stone walls? Why did she completely shut down and refuse to acknowledge anything when any part of it was brought up? What had happened to her that had shattered her soul in such a way she refused to let herself be vulnerable again?

They had been in Sage’s Hyrule for a few weeks at this point and it was evident the Sheikah had made her impact. With gentle hums and smooth words, dressed in a silky tilt, she had wound a few of the others around her finger, keeping them coiled there like a viper. 

And yet, it was as if she didn’t care. She paid them no more mind than that of the villagers around her. In fact, if it wasn’t pertaining to herself or Sage, it seemed Aaliyah had zero lost love on it. 

Even right now, she was laying in the front yard, one leg crossed over the bent counterpart as her arms laid folded under her head. Her eyes were closed but the rhythm of her breathing remained controlled. Never falling into the soft and even pattern that most had when they succumb to sleep. No, she was simply resting her eyes. Sunbathing like a cat would any other lazy afternoon. 

It was an odd sight, seeing the woman so…eased. Vulnerable wasn’t the word to use because Ceres would bet money that, should any threatening presence wander nearby, the Sheikah would waste no time in neutralizing it. Eased however seemed to fit.Quelled maybe. 

She shook her head, standing after a second with a fleeting touch to Twilight’s shoulder. He glanced back, catching her eyes for a fleeting second before letting her go with a nod. It was still in earshot and even the rancher was still weary around the sage in the yard based on her battle prowess alone. 

True to her earlier predictions, Aaliyah’s ears twitched the second she stepped foot onto the grass, alerting the other to her location immediately. Still, she did not move. She remained in her spot until Ceres had settled beside her, politely folding her legs and holding her hands in her lap. Eyes that shined like sapphires darted from the Sheikah’s face up to the sky, noting the lack of clouds, before repeating the process. Somewhere along the line, Aaliyah snorted, rolling her shoulders before settling once more. 

“Keep staring at me like that and I’ll start getting ideas, doll.” 

“I like ideas.”

“Oh, I am well aware.” Even if her eyes remained closed, Ceres knew the other was well aware of every interaction going on around her. “What’s turning in your pretty little head there, my love?”

“You.” Came the automated reply before Ceres was trying to correct herself. It wasn’t fast enough as Aaliyah chuckled from her place on the ground, something just as harmonious as it was rare. 

“Glad to know I’m always on your mind, even when I’m not around.” Her tone seemed happy, which was a plus. Even if it made Ceres' cheeks turn red and her ears lower. “No, I mean not that I don’t think of you- but I just-” 

“Breath.” There was a sudden hand on her own. She hadn’t even heard Aaliyah sit up, but there she was, eyes open and soft and focused on her. Goddess, Aaliyah had gorgeous eyes. It was kind of unfair. “Take a breath,” Aaliyah’s chest gave an exaggerated inhale in demonstration. Ceres followed. “And release.” The air fell out of her lungs in a sweeping exhale, to which the brunette followed. “There you go, my sweet girl. Now, tell me what’s going on up there.” 

Aaliyah was so steady and smooth and confident that Ceres nearly wanted to kiss her then and there. In every torrent of a storm, whether it be her’s or Sage’s, or even a personal issue she was facing, she remained consistent. Like a pillar of conviction that instilled trust without her even trying.  

“You-...You let the others believe you're so…scary, but you’re not. You’ve proven to me that you’re not. So, I guess my question is, why let them believe that?” Ceres spilled out, without so much as a second thought. It seemed to take the other aback for a second, her own ears rising and falling for a moment as she stuttered over an answer. 

Then she huffed, eyes darting over for a second. One of the farm dogs from up the road had trotted over, eagerly stuffing its snout into Aaliyah’s face, lapping at her cheeks and rubbing their noses together. The Sheikah returned the action, ruffling the dog’s ears with both of her hands as the dog’s tail wagged. Her mouth opened then closed before opening again. The dog lapped at her cheek again, paws pushing at her shoulders in an attempt to pin her beneath them. Aaliyah gently pushed them off, cradling them close to her chest as she finally let out a sigh. “Scary, to me, is safe. It’s territory that I’m familiar with. It’s easier for people to be scared of me and to stay away than it is for them to be close and to get hurt. With you- It’s…hard. Hard because I know that in letting you in, I open myself to the chance of you getting hurt, knowing there was something I probably could’ve done. But it’s just as easy showing you that I’m not all jagged edges and shattered parts because I know that even when I’m not there, you have some, admittedly, talented men protecting you when I can’t. I don’t care much for what they think, but I do care about you. If they think I’m scary, but see that you’re okay with me, they know that I am just as capable of protecting you as they are. If not, more so.” She spoke with hearty conviction and a gaze that said everything she couldn’t quite put into words. It was something that had obviously been running amuck in her own head for quite some time, long before Ceres had prodded for it, and something that she obviously had thought a lot about. 

Aaliyah had been at her most vulnerable with Ceres. She’d fallen asleep next to the woman, ate next to her, they’ve even had sex. Quite a few times, and Aaliyah had trusted her not to drop the piece of her that the Sheikah had offered. 

Ceres swallowed harshly. The dog barked. Aaliyah huffed at it through her nose before pushing the paws off and letting the dog run back to where it once came from, watching with a fond grin. Animals were always a comfort to her since they were something she understood (From how Wild explained it, nature talked in ways he could understand without needing to understand any form of speech. If Sage and him were alike as they said, and Aaliyah followed in Sage’s footsteps, they were something she was familiar with. Something that shaped and carved her out of a blank canvas and then continued to grow alongside her.), but when the grin remained as Aaliyah’s attention turned to Ceres, she realized something. Aaliyah had come to understand her too, all while giving Ceres the ability to learn about her. What made her tick, what had her brows furrow, what made her lips turn into that adorable little pout. All of it. Aaliyah laid it out for her to memorize, even if it ate at her to do so. 

Ceres realized Aaliyah had let herself love, if only to a certain degree. It was still something. And that something was all she needed to affirm that she wasn’t scary. She was scared and traumatized and tired. 

Ceres lept into Aaliyah’s lap at the reminder, pushing forward all the growing affection she had for the woman into a searing kiss. The Sheikah stumbled a bit at the sudden action, one hand raising as the other shot back to catch them both. Her lips remained frozen for a second before Aaliyah was raising her free hand to cup the brunette’s cheeks, letting a smile gently curve on her face. 

That was a good sign, right? 

Ceres returned the grin, giggling a big into the other’s growing smirk before using her body weight to pin the other beneath her. Their lips never separated, even as chuckles bubbled between them before fizzling out into a mix of teeth clicking against teeth and tongues swiping against each other in a fight for dominance. 

Ceres pulled back before a winner could be decided, a line of spit connecting her to the Sheikah beneath her. Said Sheikah panted for a second before licking her lips, snapping the line of spit. 

“What did I say about giving me ideas, Doll?”

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“Great Din’s tits-” Aaliyah couldn’t even stop the curse before it dropped out of her lips, hands squeezing the calf in her grasp in a pure, desperate attempt at holding control.  Ceres, her wonderful, gorgeous Ceres, was beneath her, cheeks red and flush as tears began pearling down the apples of them. How she wished to wipe them away, to kiss away any woe the other was facing, but she was a bit preoccupied.  

She was too occupied watching the other’s tits bounce up and down, over and over, keeping time with Aaliyah herself. Too busy watching how the blush on her cheeks did not stop at said cheeks but flowed down her body in a feverish haze. Too busy marking up once pristine skin in a reminder to any and all that she had her hands on Ceres first.  She was the one making the brunette cry out, hands clawing at Aaliyah’s own thigh in an attempt to hang on as her head fell back into the pillows beneath her. She was the one with Ceres' leg thrown over her shoulder, grinding against her pussy in a slick back and forth. Their clits would brush up against each other with every thrust forward, coating the other’s pussy lips in a nice sheen of their cum before Aaliyah was drawing back, repeating the process. Over and over again, the Sheikah picked up a rhythm, feeling that coil in her stomach tighten. There were so many things she wanted to do to this woman, just so little time. And it seemed somewhere along the line, Aaliyah had seemed to piss off a god somewhere somehow (probably Hylia with her daily cursings out of her name) and picked up a curse where they could never really have an entire evening to themselves. It seemed no matter what she had tried to throw Sage off her tail, for just a little while, he had made it a game to come back as soon as possible just to catch her in the act. He looked her in the eyes (late at night after their rendezvous with his shadows and the aforementioned female) and admitted, with that suave smirk and hands firmly on her hips, that he had found it so endearingly entertaining that she thought she could slip anything past him. That it was, in  fact, just a game to him. To let her wander, let her hands and eyes roam on places that weren’t his own body, only to reign her back in, tightening her leash. It amused him to no end. 

Goddess, she hated the smug ass smirk. Wanted to wipe it off his stupid face. 

Mentally, a timer was counting down in her head. A number of variables were running amuck as she took Ceres apart beneath her, thinking over every little thing that would either slow the man down or cut her time. Of course, there was a chance that none of it mattered because the man was inherently unpredictable in every way and no amount of planning could ever truly be used against him. 

So she was going to enjoy this time while she had it. 

“You look so good under me, doll.” Aaliyah purred, feeling the way Ceres bucked up into her, meeting her thrust for thrust. “Fuck me, you’re too good for me. Makes me wanna be all domestic and shit. Put the fattest rock on your finger. Call you my little wife.” 

Nails dug harsher into her thigh at the remark as a moan cried out, high and pretty, sung just perfectly for the Sheikah’s ears. “Oh you like that? Like the thought of being my little wife? Cooking and cleaning for me? Goddess be damned-”  Aaliyah hissed as her hips kept rocking forward, head falling as her pace picked up. “Gonna cum all over my pretty wife. Bet she’d like that, huh? Love for me to just cream all over her pussy?” 

Ceres’ head fell against the pillow beneath her, back arching up into her as she  came with a loud cry. Her thighs twitched and quivered as the nails moved from Aaliyah’s thighs to her back, painting thin red lines along her spine and against her scars. 

“That’s it, my beautiful girl, coming apart just for me-” Aaliyah groaned, turning from rapid thrusts to long, drawn out strokes that drew out the other’s orgasm. “Fuck, you make it so hard to not lose my ever loving mind-” 

“I know the feeling.” 

Goddesses and all their followers be damned. “Do you have the innate need to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong?” Aaliyah snapped, lip raising in a snarl even if she remained focused on her task at hand. “You're like a dog with a bone.” 

Sage clicked his tongue from wherever he remained behind them. “Tch, tch. You still have that bratty attitude. What is it gonna take for you to smarten up?” The sharp claws of Rauru’s hand pricked right under her jaw as her head snapped up, Sage quickly moving into her space. “Especially when there’s company.” 

“Who’d you rope into your schemes this time?” She spat, hips slowing to little more than a leisurely roll. “The old man? Maybe the smith? He’d be a fun toy.” The hand tightened until she stopped her hips entirely, throwing her head back against the male’s shoulders. Ceres whimpered underneath her, overstimulation making her entire body jolt as Aaliyah halted. In a silent apology, the Sheikah gently ran a hand up and down the thigh still in her grasp. 

Her eyes strained to look behind her. A grin upturned her features as she rolled her head to look at Sage once more. 

“Isn’t this fun.” 

Twilight knew that was the second he bit off more than he could chew. It was when Sage, ever confident, easily moved. He moved the white-ette, Aaliyah if he remembered correctly, keeping her close with a hand around her throat before glancing back. 

“I did you a favor. She can get a bit mean when you try to take away her toys.” He huffed, moving the other female back enough that when he suddenly, and quite forcefully for that matter, pinned her right next to Ceres. The piercings in her nipples caught the light, and the brunette’s eyes, as she went down, her hands snapping up to catch herself even if her cheek was still smushed into the mattress. 

Twilight almost worried for the other, ears flinching at the harsh smack that rang out. It didn’t seem to even startle Ceres, who looked up at him. “Hi, Twilight. Come to join the party?”

“Look at you, darling.” He breathed out, quickly moving closer to the woman, who smiled up at him in nothing but pure bliss and post-coital haze. “Did she treat ya well?” 

“Oh, she always treats me so well.” Ceres giggled, head lolling to the side. Another smack rang out. Ceres nor Twilight paid it any mind this time. “Gonna let me treat you just as good, darling?” 

She giggled. “You always treat me so well, too, Twilight. You all do.” Her hands brought up to cup his cheeks, bringing him down to seal their lips in a searing kiss. “Now, be a good boy and do it again.”

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Sweat sheened off of bodies as the smell of sex permeated in the air. It was heavy and sweltering and holy shit was it almost overbearing. The sound of skin on skin echoed in repetitive claps, whines and whimpers leaking out. Aaliyah never raised from her place where Sage had pinned her, taking the abuse he hurled her way. Her ass stung and the pace he upkept was something brutal and harsh and had her rocking her throbbing clit against the edge of the bed over and over again. It wasn’t enough to get rid of that burn of understimulated edging that she had been left with since the boys had left her disgustingly hung and dry (Well, not quite dry). 

“Please-” She cried out, eyes darting to look over at Ceres. She was on her back, legs thrown over the cowboy’s shoulders as he kept a much smoother, softer rhythm. It kept the brunette singing her lovely song and making those delicious faces. 

Aaliyah turned her face back into the mattress, groaning into it heavily before raising her head and arching her back, pushing herself up. “Let me cum. Let me cum-” She huffed, groaning once more when Sage yanked her head back by her hair. The action was harsh and made her neck snap back in the direction he wanted. 

“So demanding. First you beg for my fingers, then for my cock, and now you want to cum?” He snipped into her ear. “Sounds a little selfish to me, snowdrop.” 

“Please-” Aaliyah gasped out, hips jutting against the mattress once more. It was an achingly soft brush against her clit, nothing to push her over the edge-- and she was sure Sage knew that. 

“You can say please all you want, my love, not gonna make me think about it any faster.” He smirked, sharp teeth snapping on her ear and pulling it back just a bit. She cried out at the action, eyes landing on Ceres. The woman was already watching her, one of her hands interlocked with Twilights while the other was laid on the bed beside her. The hand reached for the Sheikah, brushing against her cheek. The hold on her hair loosened and Ceres took the chance to pull her forward, making their foreheads rest together. 

The act was not entirely foreign, she and Sage had done it when emotions ran high after an adrenaline boosted round and they needed to remind the other that they were still there, still alive. But it was still terrifyingly intimate. 

It burned where their skin touched, but it was a nice burn. 

Ceres gasped out suddenly, making Aaliyah’s eyes shoot open only for her eyes to catch Twilight’s free hand rubbing harsh circles into the other’s clit. It made the other woman jolt and shudder, Aaliyah’s hands coming up to gently pin her shoulders. From behind her, Sage delivered another smack to her ass, probably watching it ripple before lowering himself. His chest laid on her back, arms coming to wrap around her midsection. 

Aaliyah swallowed at the action, raising her head (To avoid giving poor Ceres a concussion) and gently cupping Ceres’ free hand in her own. A breath was sucked in in preparation before she was throwing her head back onto his shoulder. Sage kissed her shoulder before biting into the soft flesh, hips suddenly rocking forward much faster. A cry burst out of her lips at the action, body all but curling in on itself as Ceres watched, Twilight picking up his own pace. 

Cries from the both of them rang out before Twilight was stilling, cock buried deep in Ceres, who cried and shook as her own back arched up into him. Like a chain reaction, Aaliyah fell apart at the sight, her own head falling forward as her thighs quivered and shook, Sage’s name falling from her lips as his hips stilled against hers. She remained still and obedient as he filled her full of cum, even as it slipped past his throbbing cock and dripped down her thighs. He unlatched from her shoulder, licking at the bite mark before pulling away from her back. “There’s my good girl. Done with your fit?” 

Aaliyah swallowed, but nodded. 

“Good. Now, on your back. You’re about to get a lot more friendly with our local cowboy.”

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Ceres feared for a second that Sage would go on hard on her as he did with Aaliyah, but she should’ve known better. The relationship between the two of them was something far more trusting than anything Sage had branched out to her just yet. Something that allowed that level of pure unfiltered trust between two individuals was something that wasn’t just earned, but had to be forged and built out of shattered pieces and broken parts. 

So she should’ve known that Sage would’ve handled her with nothing but care. His touches were far more delicate and far softer as he moved her onto her knees, kneeling behind her on the bed and gently steadying her when she swayed. He hushed her whines with gentle coos and softer whispers, both him and Ceres watching as Twilight and Aaliyah nervously navigated new territory. 

With Cal and Wild, she was familiar with them in the sense that Sage was them at one point, so she knew how to handle them.  But Twilight was a whole new ball game. They were entirely foreign to each other. The only bits they had to go off of was what was just witnessed now. 

Which was so little of such a bigger picture. Because while Twilight had seen her take it rough, he was a soft lover at heart. He never wanted to hurt his romantic partner, but it seemed that was what the Sheikah liked. It wasn’t something he was inherently comfortable with with a new partner, but he didn’t want to disappoint her. Similar in the sense that all Aaliyah had seen of the cowboy was that he was a giver. He never once failed to take into account Ceres’ pleasure and Aaliyah felt that if anyone touched her clit at the moment she’d explode, buzzing on pure hormones and adrenaline.  It wouldn’t feel good to her should he go about pleasing her in the same way he did with Ceres. 

Luckily for both of them, Sage had the uncanny ability to be in control, even from halfway across the room. 

He hummed gently, massaging Ceres’ hips as she melted into him. “She won’t break, ranch hand. You can move her. She’ll go. No more brat left in her to fight ya anymore.” 

Twilight’s eyes shot over to the blond, who nodded once in encouragement before he even dared to touch the Sheikah. She was bent over the bed, one leg thrown lazily onto the bed, but it seemed that was as far as her effort went. Her shoulders shuddered with every breath she took, an assortment of claw marks (Probably from Ceres’) flexing along her spine. Her hips were bruising already and her ass was a warm red, hot to the touch when Twilight ran a hand along one of the cheeks. He stepped closer, her entire form freezing at the action, gently moving his hands to run the course along her hips. 

“Ya’ alright with me handling ya, darling?” He gently whispered, waiting for her acknowledgement before doing anything. Her eyes watching him through her curtain of hair, yellow and blazing like a wild animal’s, before she nodded slowly. He nodded back, moving her hips to slot better against hers before picking her up by her thigh, moving it to rest on the bed as well. She groaned at the action, but did as instructed, even sitting up to lay against his chest in the same manner Ceres was with Sage. Her head lolled back against Twilight’s shoulder as a mindless babble left her lips. 

“There ya go. See, she’s tough around the edges, but she’s just a big softie underneath it all.”  Sage gently chided, knocking Ceres’ thighs apart just enough for him to slip between them, entering her with a low groan. Ceres’ whined at the action, hands flying back to lace into his hair. A low noise left his throat at the action, gently thrusting up into her. 

Twilight watched the action, eyes darting to the woman on his chest. Her own chest was heaving, breasts moving with every breath as her piercings gleamed. Without thinking about it, he reached up to toy with them, twisting them just the slightest. The Sheikah keened out a noise much more akin to quiet scream then anything as her back arched, knees spreading apart on the bedspread. 

“There ya go, sweetheart.” He hummed, lining himself up between her legs. The head of his cock prodded her entrance, a cooled dollop of the other’s cum making his spine shiver before he was pushing in. 

She tensed again for a second before relaxing, looking over to note his facial features. He watched her as well before she was burrowing into his neck. “Prove your worth my time, cowboy.” She suddenly hissed, making his cock jolt as his hips suddenly snapped forward. Across from them Ceres watched carefully, moving in time with Sage along with his every thrust.

They kept a steady rhythm, rocking back and forth, over and over again as Sage pressed small butterfly kisses along her neck and collarbone. “There ya go, good girl. You're always so good for us.” He praised gently, moving his hands to her hips, helping her keep time with him. “Always taking every one of us so well. You deserve a treat don’t you think?”

“Would love a treat,” She panted, head falling back as a croon left her mouth. “Gonna let me cum?” 

“Not yet,” Sage growled, rolling his hips up and into her. “Why don’t you help out with snow drop over there?”

“Help me with what?” Aaliyah huffed, a furrow of her brows wrinkling her forehead as her and Twilight picked up their own rhythm. “The mutt can listen well enough. Seems he likes a little bit of name calling though.” She smirked, something devious and almost a little cruel at the edges. “Like every common whore does.” 

Twilight gasped at the name, wrapping his arms around the Sheikah’s torso with one hand toying with one of her tit’s and it’s piercing with the other seemed to hold on for dear life. 

Ceres swallowed. Lucky bastard. Maybe she wanted to be called names too. 

Sage hummed from behind her, gently pushing her forward just a bit. When she fell onto Aaliyah’s chest, the other smirking down at her, she realized that no matter what position they were in, they still had wordless communication. That they were so rough with each other for the sole reason that sometimes they needed to be. Sometimes they just needed to duke out that power imbalance, lest it eat them alive. 

And now they had both her and Twilight at their mercy. 

What a delicious thought. 

“Seems someone else isn’t too against the thoughts, huh?” Sage purred, his own hands moving across her body. One hand echoed Twilight’s, playing with one of her tits while the other toyed with her clit. Overstimulation was already buzzing in her nerves before this was turning it into a steady inferno.  “You wanna be called a whore? Our little whore? Want us to treat you like nothing more than a toy for us to use?”  He teased, the circles he was drawing on her clit speeding up and growing smaller, more concentrated. 

Across from them, Aaliyah picked up a steady pace herself, one hand cupping over Twilight’s, helping him juggle the mound of flesh in his grasp as the other pulled at his hair. “Twilight, you dirty slut, you need to tell me these things. Bad dog.” She clicked her tongue. 

It was almost amusing how fast the tables had turned between them. 

“Shit- I’m gonna- Gonna cum-” Ceres panted, wrapping her arms into the curve of Aaliyah’s back. The white-ette let it happen, removing the hand from the one around her tit to Ceres’ cheek, cupping it with such sincerity that she was in no way prepared for when she pinched her chin in her grasp, tugging her up to lock their lips together. The kiss was a searing clash of teeth and tongues, something that had the brunette staggering for balance for a second as a pure rush of pleasure shot through her gut. It lit up her nerves and made her cry out into Aaliyah’s mouth as Sage continued pounding into her. That didn’t stop his mouth however. “Atta girl, cumming all over my cock. Bet you love giving all control over huh? Love letting your pretty little brain go empty? Nothing but a mindless sleeve for me to use once Aaliyah’s had her fill? Once Twilight’s all done with you?” 

“Goddess, yes-” Ceres cried out the moment Aaliyah gave her space, quivering on her chest as she unthread the hand in Twilight’s hair, moving it to his hips to help him maintain a good rhythm. Twilight looked close to tears as he burrowed into the junction of her shoulder and neck, hips rocking wildly against her. 

“You’re such a good little whore for me. Nothing but a brainless little boy for me to use, hm?” Aaliyah purred, catching Sage’s eye for a second. Something dangerous and unsaid flickered in the irises, warning her that while she held a bit of control over Twilight, she still answered to him in the end. She smirked his way, nodding once before turning back to Twilight. “Gonna cum in me like a teenager? Bust your load? Maybe cry just a little? I’d love to see your pathetic little tears, Twilight. Hear you cry as you cum-” 

Something akin to a yell broke free of his lips as his eyes shut tight, hips stilling against Aaliyah’s before giving a couple more harsh thrusts. The suddenness of it all made the white-ette crumple, a burst of clear slick leaking out around Twilight’s cock and down her thighs as she cried out, shuddering once more. “Shit- Fucking good boy-” She groaned out, nails pricking whatever they had grappled onto. 

Somewhere behind Ceres, she could feel Sage suddenly withdraw, pinning her against Aaliyah’s chest as he hurriedly tugged his shaft, cursing under his breath before streaks painted the brunette’s back, a little even reaching the white-ette’s cheek and making her wince in distaste. 

Twilight remained where he was, clinging to the Sheikah as he came down from his high, with Ceres on her chest while Sage watched over the panting trio. He grinned at his other half, who raised an eyebrow. 

“So much for saving a horse and riding a cowboy, huh?” 

He only laughed at the pillow thrown his way. 

[bitterrobin]

tiny appreciation post/insane rambling about Tom Bronson

re-re-re-reading JSA 2007. Tom Bronson is a good character, fight me. Everyday I claw at the air in rage for the many characters introduced into the JSA and then never given any more detail. There's just too many people in the '07 JSA, man. Too Many. Tom is unfortunately one of those comic characters that has a super niche fanbase and nothing to follow up on outside of JSA.

so, in light of me inserting him into the TAXONOMY!verse and putting the guy smack dab into the Battle for the Cowl and Bette Kane's radar - I'm just gonna gush a little bit about his first appearance. (and include some headcanons for the au).

Putting aside my favorite Old Man Trio, can I just say that I like how pretty the art makes Tom look? The first time I read this comic, I got a very James Dean/1950's bad boy vibe from Tom. I'd like to think it was a little bit intentional in order to parallel Ted Grant and his eternal Old Americanism. At least it's something I'll keep in mind.

Getting into the main post though, throughout his first appearance and the later fight with Vandal Savage, its made clear that Tom is surprisingly knowledgable about superheroes and the surrounding goings-on of them. He knows who Wildcat is (though obviously Ted is canonically an old hero, he has to be somewhat well-known) and he instantly recognizes Vandal Savage.

(sidenote: Ted looks like a stiff Barbie doll being thrown into the kitchen there)

I take the fact that he recognizes and correctly identifies heroes/villains as a point towards my "Tom is an observant and analytical person" hc.

Earlier on in issue #3, we see that Tom gets right to heart of things when talking with Ted and that he's quick to reach (somewhat right) conclusions.

Despite this, he doesn't really show it anymore as he quickly drifts into a side character spot as the comic run goes in. I choose to believe that Tom doesn't voice his thoughts to the JSA bc he doesn't know them well and he prefers to make snarky remarks in conversation instead of inserting himself into anything personal.

Later on in the series, Tom is reluctant to learn how to box and is shown to dislike fighting in general.

Given the whole estranged-dad-is a famous boxing champ thing, Tom probably doesn't like boxing specifically because of Ted. He says that he doesn't like fighting because of his were-cat form, which it's assumed that he would unconsciously shapeshift into whenever he got into conflict.

(sidenote: why is this the only time I see his inner monologue in comics *sob*)

This distinct trait of disliking combat, at least the personal fist-flying kind, is definitely something I'm including in the au.

Both Tom and Bette are chosen for the au partially because I like them, but also because they have distinct personalities and philosophies that clash with baby Damian Wayne who's coming fresh into the Bat-scene. There will be conflict as Damian will dislike and mostly abhor Tom's personal disdain for fighting. Tom doesn't seem to fight unless necessary and he canonically prefers to rely heavily on his powers to get out of fights. He's only shown getting more violent than usual after Grant Emerson's death, which is pretty reasonable. They were clearly fast and close friends.

Hooo boy Grant should not have died. Especially in Blackest Night, of all things. Despite my personal dislike of it though, I'm still flip-flopping between leaving him dead and then resurrecting him in the au - or just ignoring his canon death altogether. On one hand, I like Grant and I like their friendship so I want him to appear in the au somewhere (alongside Maxine). On the other, his death allows for a just a little bit of dramatic character development/detailing for Tom that lets me explain why he's not with the JSA and instead is in Gotham. Choices.....

Ending the post here with the final smorgasbord of headcanons and blurbs for the au.

he is Mexican-American, but distant from his roots because his mom raised him single and cut-off from her larger family.

he and Bette will enter a relationship. It came to me in a vision and I decided to implement it bc why not. Tom/Bette is bi4bi.

they start dating bc they both strike me as "why not?" type of people, but it develops relatively quickly after Damian enters the picture and they have to co-parent/watch over him as Gotham collapses in slow-motion around them

its shown in the background of some of the panels above that he's into music, specifically guitar and piano

so he will be in a band at some point

bc Alfred does not have the same relationship with Damian in the au, Tom is one who gives him/lets him keep the kitten

(also bc I don't subscribe to the "League of Assassins hate/kill animals" idea - Tom bonds with Damian over a mutual care for animals/cats)

Tom and Damian are a rocky pair, and it takes them longer to get along than Bette does with Damian

He treats Damian as the annoying little brother he never had, and their sense of humor kinda lines up

Tom fully encourages Damian’s sarcasm and rude comebacks

Believe me, there will be a scene where Tom unconsciously purrs in his werecat form and Damian definitely notices

adding to the maybe Grant stays dead part, I'm still iffy on whether to include a one-sided crush on Tom's part that adds to the angst

unlike Grant though, I'm definitely keeping Yolanda Montez alive

Tom and Yolanda have a semi-distant sibling relationship that's a little awkward bc of the age gap and differing experiences with Ted

Might also resurrect Jake Grant, I need the Wildcat family reunion

Ted and Tom still talk, and even though Tom doesn't stick with the JSA, he's still regularly invited to whatever gathering they have

Tom still keeps up with working out/a bit of training - but he focuses on defense and avoidance instead of out-right conflict

Tom got into heroism bc of Ted, but he stuck with it bc of Grant and Maxine

he does not have strict ideals or a drive to save the world, but he likes to focus on the small things and helps where he can

[bjdinfo]

Can you please do a resin comparison of Myou white skin tone with Doll Family-h and other bjd companies that have jointed hands?

Companies that have yellow-toned white skins are good matches:

Angel of Dream, Chicabonita, Doll Leaves, Doll Love, Dollzone/Doll Chateau (sister companies), Mystic Kids, Souldoll, Sugarble, Xagadoll/Asleep Eidolon; Magic Time and Fairyland too, but their MSD dolls are smaller so parts may not be compatible.

Jointed hand candidates (handidates?):

Asleep Eidolon/Xaga Doll white 2021 looks fairly close to 2019 Myou white, and they offer 1/3-sized jointed hands.

Doll Leaves white is described as a good match in a comment from 2022, but the included photo link was broken unfortunately. I’ll see if I can ask the commenter to repost it!

Doll Legend jointed hands might have worked but the company seems to be defunct. ;-;

Doll Chateau’s 1/4 jointed hands fit nicely on Myou Doll’s 1/4 ver. 3 girl body. (A bit small on ver. 1 but still functional.)

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Companies that have pink or peach toned whites that won't match so well are:

IOS, Luts, Angell Studio, Loong Soul, Doll Legend, Akagi Doll, Migidoll, Dikadoll, Angel Fantasy, Doll Family-H, Doll Family-A

*Doll Family-H white matched in 2016/2017 but is now lighter and has a pinker undertone.

and companies that have paper white skin:

Dikadoll pure white (not sure on regular white), Resinsoul, Dream Valley

Will update if I can find information on other possibilities for jointed hands. Thank you for your ask and please let me know if you have other questions.

White Resin Comparisons by epicari on Den of Angels

K is Myou Doll white from 2019

1. Resin Soul- White 2019 (horn)

2. Magic Time- White 2018 (cat ear)

3. Pipos- White 2020 (ear)

4. Dika Doll- Pure White 2021 (paw)

5. Ringdoll- White (body sent to me by Ringdoll in 2021 but yellowed so older/ unknown age)

6. Aimerai- White 2021 (cat ear)

7. Doll Legend- White 2019 (small hands)

8. Doll Family H- White 2021

9. Doll Family A- White 2021 (changed from yellow tone to pink toned white mid 2021)

A. Luts- Zuzu Snow White 2019

B. Asleep Eidolon- Fairy Snow UV White 2021

C. Wthdoll- White 2017

D. DF-A- White 2019

E. 2D Doll- Pure White 2022

F. Ring Doll- White- 2022

G. Dream Valley- White 2021

H. Withdoll- Cream White 2020

I. Angel of Dream- White 2018

J. Doll Love- White 2017

K. Myou- White 2019

L. Dika Doll- Pure White 2017

M. Soul Doll- White 2016

N. Asleep Eidolon/ Xaga Doll- White 2021

O. Dollzone- White 2022

P. Loong Soul- White 2017

Q. Luts- Real Skin White 2021

R. Withdoll- Light Rose Pink 2020

S. Dreaming Doll- Rose White 2021

T. Little Monica- White 2021

U. Miao Xie Bao/ Kanioom- MMD Half White 2022

V. Angel Studio- Solid White 2018

W. Dolli-pop- Milk 2021

X. Pipos- Off White 2021 (changed from ivory to pink toned white somewhere between 2017-2022)

Y. I.O.S- White 2017 (changed from yellow tone to pink toned white mid 2017)

Z. Aileen Doll- White 2022

10. Dika Doll- White (pink white/off white) 2017

11. Migi Doll- White 2018

Myou White Resin Comparisons by epicari on Den of Angels [2017]

1. Dikadoll white 2017 (not a match- is a little pinker)- Dika pure white is a pure white so also not a match when fresh, however both Dika's whites yellow so older pieces may match)

2. Mystic Kids white 2017 (very close match)

3. Myou white 2017

4. Doll Family H white 2016 (very close match, is a tiny bit lighter) *no longer a match as of 2021

Top left: Resinsoul WS 2018- not at match as much whiter, but could be blushed to match.

Bottom left: Fairyland WS 2016- a passable match

Top right: Angel of Dream WS 2018- a good match

Bottom right: Souldoll WS possibly 2016?- a close match, the Souldoll looks a touch more yellow

Above: Doll Legend 1/3 male hands in white resin are a good match and fit for 1/3 Myou male body in white resin [2017] (jointed hand on left, original Myou hand on right) /sadly I think Doll Legend company is defunct ;-;

Above: 1/4 Doll Chateau hands on Myou ver. 3 body. They fit very well and the size looks natural on this body. The hands and V3 body are white and the colour is a good match.

2020 Comparison by balljointedheart

Withdoll cream white is a potential match, may be slightly lighter.

Dollzone WS (left) and Myou WS (right) by cap’n on Den of Angels [2021]

Myou WS matches (modern) Dollzone WS perfectly. The lighting isn't great (sorry) but here's Dollzone WS (left) and Myou WS (right). They're both a sort of creamy tone.

It is NOT a match to Dream Valley white. I still have Dream Valley white and it is very stark paper white.

[cut3t0ys]

hi! welcome on my blog! 💖✨🌸🦁🐢🌻

here is a moodboard representing middle me (my regressed age is somewhere between 8 and 13 years old) :-) it's pretty packed but i still forgot to include some things shfjsh

some other things about me:

- pronouns don't really matter to me, although most people irl use she/her towards me

- i've been regressing for quite a long time, even before i knew what age regression is

- it mostly helps me handle stress and anxiety

- my big age is 22 years old (as for 2024)

- this blog is completely sfw

- my main hobbies include animation, muscial theatre (especially as a performer), coloring books, moomin franchise, tmnt franchise

- when regressed, i also like learning spanish

- my favourite toys are littlest pet shop and LOL OMG and TWEENS dolls (although i only have 3 dolls). i also have a soft spot for playmobil but i don't really engage with it anymore. i like organising, posing, and taking photos of my toys

- my favourite plushies are my tmnt 2012 build-a-bear stuffies (i have all four) and all of my moomin plushies

- my favourite animals are otters, cats and lions (i love lion king and narnia - my favourite narnia character is aslan, of course)

- my favourite films are "robot dreams" and "coraline"

- my favourite christmas film is "klaus"

- you can see some other of my favourite films and shows on the moodboard :-)

- hope you'll find comfort in my posts 🧚‍♀️✨

[nineinchclaws]

🦇⠀peter b. parker & nsfw headcanons

fandom⠀spiderverse

character/s⠀peter b. parker

warning(s)⠀sexually explicit content, talk of face sitting but other than that i tried to keep things at neutral and vague as i could

tags⠀switch!peter, switch!reader, gender neutral reader, established relationship

note(s)⠀first post on this blog yippy!!!! i need him carnally

divider⠀firefly-graphics

*⠀first and foremost: BONDAGE‼️‼️ he is spider-man he has webs and he will use them to tie up not just his enemies, but his partner, too!! i think he'd typically use his webs as a last option if he didn't have access to anything else. he also definitely has body safe handcuffs and bondage gear.

*⠀that includes a collar and leash. yummy.

*⠀he might also use his webs for suspension, on occasion.

*⠀he'll also use his webs as a gag if you get too loud.

*⠀loves receiving oral but loves giving it even more. with his increased strength, he has no trouble pinning your hips down or to a wall, or holding your legs open.

*⠀SIT on his face. again, with his strength, he'll hold you down onto his face by your hips or thighs. he'll slap your ass and growl out a quiet, "sit." if you even dare hover the slightest bit.

*⠀something something what doja cat said about big noses.

*⠀ considering his stamina, he could usually go for 3 or 4 rounds at least.

*⠀very, very much into praise. he'll talk you through it as well, guiding you and letting you know what he's about to do.

*⠀petnames ❤️ his favourites are "sweetheart" and "doll". also loves to pull out "good girl/boy/pet, etc." sometimes.

*⠀his favourite sex positions are missionary, pronebone, and cowgirl. very much loves being ridden and getting to see your expressions.

*⠀somewhere between soft and rough. while he usually prefers to be on the softer side, he can and will get rough especially if you're being bratty.

*⠀which leads me onto the next one: brat tamer. 100%. being disobedient is a quick way to turn him on even more, and he won't hesitate to discipline you.

*⠀switch, and while he is mostly dominant, he will let you take the lead on occasion.

*⠀he's quite vocal. he tries not to be, but he can't help letting out whimpers and groans, as much as he tries to keep his voice down.

*⠀becomes a bit of a mess if you praise him. with how much he's had to deal with, he could use some compliments and especially in the bedroom.

*⠀isn't super into edging, but sometimes, if he's feeling mean, he'll stop before you can finish. he might do it a couple more times before he lets you cum.

*⠀that man is a thigh man. he loves thighs. he loves boobs too but thighs especially.

*⠀he growls. goodnight.

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

Here's a question for you--which cats do you think come from really big families, and how well do they get along with their siblings?

Jennyanydots came from a really big family for certain - she was one of 13 total kittens. She was somewhere in the middle-ish of 8 queens (5 elder and 3 younger) from her mother's first mate. After her father and mother parted ways and her stepdad came into the picture, she got a whole new four younger siblings, three of them being the only toms in the whole bunch (a set of twins and the baby). Jenny gets along with her siblings to the extent that most cats do - she favours some over others, some are more annoying than others, etc.; but she would drop everything and anything she was doing for any of them at any time (she was very much a "Hey, only *I* can make fun of them like that, watch it, buster" type of sister). Home life was very loud and very chaotic, but in a way that was about as organized as you can make a group of 13 kittens at various stages of development). Being the big lady in charge meant that there were plenty of cats available for her to boss around (including her older sisters), and that was often the sound that first greeted visitors to the Junkyard when Agrona's brood was hanging around the clearing.

Skimbleshanks' family wasn't particularly *large*, but he had four older sisters (three from one litter, and then the fourth was born a few years before him). He was treated very much as a doll as a young kitten, with his triplet eldest sisters doing the cat equivalent of pushing him around in a pram (I supposed carrying him around by the scruff) and dressing him in their doll clothes and putting his hair in ribbons. He didn't particularly mind the doting when he was very young, but when he got a little older, he was struggling out of their grip and running from them when they asked if he wanted to "play" (which just meant getting him involved in more of whatever they wanted to do in ways that were, frankly, humiliating). They also used to try and persuade him and Madeline into doing things for them so they would take the fall if it went sour (Everlasting forbid their grandmother caught them doing anything). His favourite sister (and by favourite, I mean she and he basically grew up together at the same time so fire-forged friends) was Madeline - they used to chase chickens together, and she was the one who tagged along with him on his first train ride.

Technically speaking, Tugger and Munkustrap come from a relatively larger group of scattered half-siblings, though they never particularly met many - if any - of Deuteronomy's older children. They had long since moved up and on when they were born, so relationship wise, they're pretty much non-existent in their memories or their acquaintanceship. The relationship between the two of them specifically is...complicated.

Also on the technicality spectrum, Jellylorum has fostered dozens of kittens, so Etcetera has considered nearly half the Junkyard youngins her "siblings" at one point - she is a very responsible sister and Junkyard guide and takes her duty very seriously and only holds them upside down because they are slippery and teaches them crocodile tears *for emergencies*, obviously (she's obsessed with her big brother Mungojerrie on the other paw and would trail after him all the time, everyday, until he started branching off from the nursery and then the Junkyard altogether).

[littlebunthings]

30 days of little space (© softlittlebun)

I don't wanna do 30 days, I'll do them all now

1. Favorite Disney movie/s? Ratatouille, Moana, Tangled, Lilo & Stitch, Cinderella (L.A), Maleficent

2. Talk about your stuffies! I don't have many no, but I had tons of them before I moved, now I only have my most favorite ones with me. I want more care bear ones, I miss my porcelain doll, I love those so much

3. Favorite Little snack? Apple sauce squeeze pouches (blended fruits), raspberries, grapes and cheese

4. Do you have a carer? I think my partner would count, I'll talk to him about it more. I think he'll be very open about it (⁠◠⁠‿◠)⁠—⁠☆

5. Perfect Little day? Coloring, watching cartoons, cuddling, reading, and playing board games

6. Do you use a binkie? No, but there so pretty (^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

7. Do you use diapers? No

8. Favorite Little activity? Coloring

9. Are you a carer or sib too? My partner isn't a little but he acts like me (when I'm little) in different circumstances, so I guess you could say I am

10. Favorite TVshow/s? Santiago of the Seas, Sofia the first, Bluey, The big Comfy Couch, Strawberry Shortcake, Care Bears, My little Pony

11. Do you have hobbies? I do. I love to bake, cook, play video games, write, read, take photos, organize things, do Pilates, and yoga

12. Do you pet regress? I don't think so(?), I like pet names though (Little bug, Little Duck, etc.)

13. Describe your dream room! Lots as LOTS of colors, I want toys and stuffies and a cute yellow game set up

14. Favorite Little drink? Hmm, water, waters good, but I like mango Goya juice

15. What's your age(range)? I'm not too sure, somewhere between 6 and 12

16. Do you have a special blankie? I do! It's blue :)) I sleep with it every night

17. Describe your dream onesie! The Grinch hehe, bit also just anything soft with a hood

18. Favorite season & why!? Autumn, because Halloween. Plus it's not too hot, not too cold, all warm foods and all cold foods are good

19. Favorite Disney character? Rapunzel and Lilo (Lilo & Stitch)

20. What are your fears? Mmm...scare of the dark > < (and... La llorona)

21. How often do you regress? Hmm, maybe once a week? Recently 3 times in a week

22. Any comfort characters? Lilo (Lilo and stitch)

23. What puts you in Littlespace? Coloring, but mostly my partner, I feel safe with him

24. What's your bedtime routine? ... I should get one- I'll ask my partner to help me make one

25. What's your morning routine? Again, I'll ask my partner to help me make one

26. Favorite Little thing you own! RAINBOW BING BONG

27. Do you prefer sweet or savory? Savory

28. Do you use sippies or bottles? Neither, bit I want a sippie (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

29. Favorite animal/s? Um.. All of dem(?), but I love elephants, cats, frogs, and sea turtles the mostest

30. Favorite Little dessert? Ice cream for sure, or moon pies, OH AND RASPBERRY THUMBPRINT COOKIES AND RASPBERRY CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM

[lolitastrn]

deer!reader

a/n : these are just my interpretations of !reader types that i cannot take credit for. i’ve been heavily inspired by multiple writers on this app, including princessbrunette, loveebot, starfxkr and donatellawritings. if any of these lovely writers (or others) see this and feel it’s a little too similar to their version of the !readers, i have no problem in taking it down.

* not my pictures - all found from pinterest

about her :

biggest people watcher, a habit picked up due to her anxiety. can often be found either napping or reading somewhere. practically lives in mary janes. has slight staring issues, but it’s not her fault!! pleated plaid skirts and long sleeved shirts. she has a tendency to ask questions, mainly to matt about the behaviour of chris. extremely quiet and a little awkward which can come off as rude but she’s the farthest thing from it. ‘forever’ by the little dippers. dainty bows tied on everything. always looks lost or confused. carries around ‘lucky charms’ everywhere she goes (they’re actually just calico critters and sony angels). constantly falling over; he knees buckle when she gets really anxious. s1 rory gilmore = her.

with matt :

they both can relate to each other so much it’s crazy. often found napping together, neither of them wake up until around 3 in the afternoon. matt most definitely calls her ‘dear’ or ‘dearie’ i mean… come on now. he loves to listen to her talk about the latest book she’s found herself indulging in. matt’s always taking her on cute diner dates, or out to the bookstore. their love is very gentle and they’re both reliant on one another. since they both struggle with anxiety, they feel most at ease together. he’s had to catch her from falling countless times and kisses each and every one of her bruises. the first gift he ever got her was a customised blythe doll that looks exactly like her. jamming out to ‘bags’ by clairo all the time. all her cats adore him so much. the first time they ever got intimate was a good while into the relationship, around 5 months. matt initiated it, of course, and it was very slow and sensual - it always is between the two of them. protection is a must, she won’t let it happen without it. they both trust each other so much, arguments rarely happen (mainly because they have nothing to argue about - and she hates it when matt raises his voice).

with chris :

at first she’s a little scared of chris, his loudness frightened her. but over time he stopped being as loud around her, understanding she’s very skittish. chris always offers to go to the bookstore with her, even if he does finds it extremely boring. she tells him he doesn’t have to, but he does anyway. he always shows an interest in her latest book, asking questions and willing to learn more about it. he probably calls her ‘bambi’ because her big brown eyes remind him that of a deer. no matter how much he tries to understand her collections of little dolls, he just can’t - often buying the wrong thing, but it’s the thought that counts! chris knows how to help with her anxiety, having experience with matt when they were younger. he wants nothing more than for her to feel safe around him, and she does. much like with matt, whenever they get initiate protection is very much needed. chris worries he might be hurting her, and no matter how many times she tells him it’s ok and he can go faster, his pace remains slow. he holds her as though she’ll break and she adores how careful he is with her. she appreciates how much he cares for her, even if sometimes he does frighten her with his foolish ways.

a/n 2 : although i think deer!reader is best paired with matt, her and chris are super cute too!! i just think matt would give her the more gentle love she deserves; chris can get a little ahead of himself sometimes, but that’s just my opinion ! also there’s a little self insertion here whoopsie daisies :p

[robininthelabyrinth]

Could you do a Coraline AU with Meng Yao? Because I’d love to see if Other JGS is better or worse than the original! (Also, happy spooky season!)

ao3

1

“If you want to be accepted here, A-Yao,” Jin Guangshan said, sliding the box across the table, “you know what you need to do.”

Meng Yao looked down at the box with the button eyes. Gold, of course; the Jin family would never accept anything less. Not as fine as the ones in Jin Guangshan’s own eyes, but less gaudy than then ones Jin Zixun had – Jin Zixuan had been allowed to keep his originals for now, through his mother’s insistence, or so it was said, but it was only a matter of time before he got his, too.

(He wouldn’t have any trouble with it. He was legitimate, born to it, the way Meng Yao so clearly wasn’t – he wouldn’t feel that instinctual revulsion at the thought of sewing buttons into his eyes.)

Meng Yao looked at the box.

“Well?” his father asked, sounding somewhere between anticipatory and bored. “Is there a problem?”

“…no,” Jin Guangyao said, and accepted the box. “Thank you, Father.”

2

He’d had friends, once.

Nie Mingjue had trusted him, Nie Huaisang – cat to his bones underneath his human mask – had liked him. Lan Xichen had thought he was worth something. Su She, that lost child, had devoted himself to him without any reservation. Jiang Yanli, his sister-in-law, had been kind to him.

His mother had loved him.

That had been before, though. Before was before, and now was now.

“What are we?” Jin Guangyao once asked, and been laughed at. Much later, he asked: “What were we?”

“Children,” Jin Zixun said. He was sitting limply on a chair, jar of wine between his fingers and all his muscles loose like a doll with its seams picked out, tossed aside to rot like trash; he was staring dully at the wall. He did that a lot these days, now that he had no more use. “We were children once, I think.”

He laughed harshly.

“Now we’re something less.”

3

Jin Guangyao had gotten used to the eyes, he thought. To the eyes, to the endless work –

He just couldn’t get used to the rats.

Thousands of them, underfoot. He could hear them in the walls at night, whispering to themselves as they went about their work for his father. Small, but many – as many as the gold coins in the treasury.

Maybe they were the gold coins in the treasury. It would explain a lot.

They’d always been there, of course, but before the eyes Jin Guangyao hadn’t known about them. But they’d always been there – before the rise, before the fall. Nibbling on muscle and bone. Weakening the foundation, undercutting strength, creating pits for people to fall into.

He wished they stop whispering.

You’ll get what you deserve, they said, time and time again. You’ve gotten what you deserve.

He wished they’d just be quiet.

4

“Cats have the best lives,” Nie Huaisang said, and Lan Xichen smiled – he often smiled. It was the mask he liked to wear, just the way his brother wore a bitter frown: the twin masks of comedy and tragedy, worn only by the very finest of actors.

The Lan sect had always been both unbearably attractive and repulsive to Jin Guangyao before (it had been a different name, before…maybe?), back when he’d had thoughts about that sort of thing. Admirable in their chivalry, grotesque in their rigidity – even though their clothes were all white, just the same as the horde of rabbits they raised (while pretending they didn’t), their beautiful faces were enticing and seductive as any bird’s colorful plumage.

He’d wanted so desperately to be one of them, before. To be worthy of them.

“Why’s that?” he asked, smiling at Nie Huaisang. The smile was vacant and hollow, of course. “Because they get to laze around and do nothing all day?”

“Not just that,” Nie Huaisang pouted. “They’re also quite clever, I’ll have you know. They know their way in and out of anywhere they like, seeing everything and keeping their own counsel…ah, but what would you know, san-ge? You don’t know anything but rats.”

“Huaisang, don’t be rude,” Lan Xichen scolded, and his blush of shame on Jin Guangyao’s behalf concealed the start of surprise that Jin Guangyao had given – but surely Lan Xichen was right in thinking that Nie Huaisang was referring to Jin Guangyao’ shameful past, not…not to those rats.

No one but the Jin knew about those rats.

“Mice?” Nie Huaisang offered. “I like mice. Mice are healthier. Could be mice instead…”

“Huaisang!”

5

His hands went through the mirror as if through water.

“Whatever you want,” his father said with a smile, behind him. “You can have whatever you want.”

The joys of wealth, his father had called it. When you were as rich as the Jin, the world was in your hand, and there would be no disappointments, no regrets.

No grey days, no itchy uncomfortable clothing, no restrictions on your behavior – only the finest meals, the finest women, the finest pleasures.

Whatever you want.

You just had to give up a few insignificant things.

Your eyes.

Your soul.

Your child.

Insignificant, really, in the grand scheme of things.

He let the body go.

6

“It’s based on a tiger trap,” Nie Huaisang said. He was lying on his side again, lazy as a cat in the sunbeam, fanning himself. “You set up a trap, and a lure, and then you wait. Clever, isn’t it?”

Jin Guangyao nodded, because it was. Terribly clever.

Emphasis on terrible.

“Did you plan it out from the start?” he asked, after a little while. “With little Mo Xuanyu?”

“It was that or give up his eyes,” Nie Huaisang said, and shrugged, careless and wicked as a cat. “He didn’t want that to happen, more than anything…anyway, Wei Wuxian solved it, didn’t he? Just like I knew he would.”

He got up and padded over to the well, and looked down at it.

“Awful deep, isn’t it?” he remarked, and smiled.

Jin Guangyao nodded again.

After a while longer, he asked, “What will happen to me?”

“You’re lucky,” Nie Huaisang said, and jabbed a sharp-pointed finger at the young men who had brought down Jin Guangyao’s father from his too-long reign of terror and tears: Wei Wuxian in his borrowed body, Jiang Cheng with his little mouse circus, even Lan Wangji, the famous tragedian escaped into a romantic comedy at long last. Along with them was, unexpectedly, Su She, and he carefully held a small crystal ball nestled in his hands as if it were as precious and delicate as an egg. “You picked your puppets better than you thought – he found that for you, and he traded away his help for the right to keep it.”

Jin Guangyao stared at it. With his button eyes, he couldn’t see what was inside of it, nor recognize that it was something that had once been his, but he knew in his heart that it was his nonetheless.

Had been his.

Could be his again.

“You don’t have to accept it, of course,” Nie Huaisang said. “You could stay the way you are. Losing a beldame means there’s a gap left in the world, if someone wanted to step in…”

“No,” Jin Guangyao blurted out. “No, I don’t want it.”

Nie Huaisang smiled.

After a little while, so did Meng Yao.

[highdramas]

forever is the sweetest con | b.b.

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: language and tfatws spoilers? not really but just in case

word count: 2167

summary: bucky makes a friend in his neighbor and her cat.

note: hiiiii so happy that so many people enjoyed the world's a little blurry! i am going to be writing multiple one shots, all connecting and showing little snapshots from the life of bucky and the reader <3 you don't have to read them in order, but reading all of them will help you better understand the relationship!

enjoy! <3

“stupid fucking thing.”

the swearing followed by incoherent irritable grumbling is like a dog whistle to bucky barnes. he’s standing outside of his apartment, lingering in the hallway, waiting to see if the person will speak again. to the surprise of no one, bucky hasn’t put much effort into getting to know his neighbors. he gives curt nods as he passes them in the hallway, tries his best to muster a smile when he gets caught at the mailbox beside someone else. he thinks that it looks more like a grimace than anything, but still-- it’s something.

“son of a bitch.”

the voice is feminine, and it is angry. he’s trying to discern if there is any immediate distress, and if there is-- maybe he can help. he’s pulled from his thoughts quickly as a door swings open and a large box is thrown out onto the doorstep. “fucking hell.”

the door doesn’t close. it stays open, still swinging, as if recoiling from the force in which it was tossed open. bucky could very easily continue on his way to his apartment, put away the few groceries he had purchased-- mostly pasta and cereal-- and spend his evening how he spends most evenings. fighting off sleep, because he knows what comes the moment consciousness fades and the darkness swallows him whole.

but he doesn’t.

instead, he dashes to his door and places the bag at the entryway, turning back on his heel. he fiddles with his gloves as he grows closer and closer to the door. and then, he sees you.

bucky can’t see much-- the door is only cracked. but what he can see almost makes him laugh. you’re huddled over what he assumes is a cat tower. well, a sorry excuse for a cat tower, really-- it’s half put together with miscellaneous pieces strewn all around you. you seem to be studying the instruction manual, flipping through it before you eventually toss it to the side. “kitty, i don’t know about all of this,” he hears you say.

again, there are multiple options here in terms of what bucky can do. he can leave now, pretend he never saw anything. he can check on you, and then… and then what? he doesn’t know.

he knocks.

bucky takes a step back as you scramble to your feet, pushing your hair back. you open the door and up at the stranger. “hi.” the word is short, and he can tell that you are not in a good mood. “if you’re going to bitch me out about the noise, i’m sorry. i bought a new cat tower for my cat, and it’s a bitch to put together. and i hate building anything, so i’m basically useless.” you suck in a breath and muster a smile. “so, like i said. sorry. i’ll be a better neighbor tomorrow.”

you go to close the door, and he doesn’t know what he’s doing when he blurts-- “wait-- no.” he shakes his head, clears his throat. “no, i wasn’t gonna bitch you out. i was--”

what was he going to say? what was he going to do?

“i was going to say i could help. if you want.” he clears his throat and rubs at his chin with a gloved hand. “i’m alright at putting furniture together.”

you linger in the doorway and look at him. though there are countless people who look at him every day, oftentimes, bucky doesn’t feel like he’s being recognized. sometimes he wonders if he is secretly invisible, drifting through this too-long life as a ghost. but the look you give him is piercing, and the smile that follows makes his heart stop in his chest.

“i’m not gonna turn down someone building this god forsaken thing for me,” you open the door wider. “come on in.”

--

bucky finishes his handiwork on the cat tower within thirty minutes, but something about you draws him in, and now it has been an hour and a half and he has not tired of your company.

you are very charming. that is the first thing that bucky notices about you. and it’s not just your personality, either. everything in your apartment seems to drip in you. there is no wall that is bare, there are different colored lights twinkling around each window, plants galore. it makes him almost feel embarrassed about the state of his own home. if you can even call it that.

it’s not a home. it’s a place where he fights off his demons and drinks cheap beer and pretends that he is okay, pretends that he is not alone, pretends that he doesn’t need sam or his therapist or anyone else in order to figure out how to live in the present.

but yours. yours is a home.

there’s a pang of jealousy, nestled deep in his heart. he doesn’t care if the thought is unreachable for someone like him, someone who has done the sort of things that he has done-- he wants it.

the thought will never reach the light of day, of course. no, it will stay buried in his belly, churning with the guilt and the anguish and the loneliness, too.

“you good over there?”

“huh?”

bucky looks up to see that you’re looking at him. your head is tilted and your mouth slightly agape, and the look… he can’t quite place it. it’s more confusion and less concern, and in a weird way, he likes that. “yeah. i’m fine.”

he’s confused by the way that the corner of your mouth turns up. “you’re a good liar,” is all that you quip before you push up off the ground, dusting off your leggings. “do you like pizza? i’m starving, and i would cook us something, but i don’t want to subject you to that. my mom says the only thing i should ever make is cereal, and even that’s pushing it. says i use too much milk.”

bucky laughs.

and it shocks him. it takes no thought at all to laugh at your words, your charm, the way that you carry yourself with such easy self deprecating humor. you make him laugh.

you, on the other hand, don’t think anything of it. you raise your eyebrows at him. “well? it’s pizza or we’re eating two big bowls of honey nut cheerios.”

“pizza is good.”

you bite down on your lip and you nod, fishing your phone from your back pocket. “great.”

bucky studies you as you order the food.

he’s learning that there are many things that he envies you for.

every muscle in your body is loose and relaxed. you don’t walk, you seem to float-- drifting in and out of rooms, brushing past him, as if you’re made up of nothing but air and stardust. you joke with the employee on the other line and then you hang up and look back to him. “i said we’d go and pick it up. it’s my favorite place, just down the street.”

“yeah, that sounds nice.”

bucky follows your lead. he’d never taken off his jacket, or his gloves, but you hadn’t made a comment about them. you scramble into clothing suitable for a new york winter and then grin at him, face slightly obscured by the massive scarf. “ready?”

he nods, and then you set out. you’re quiet for a few moments, before you say, “you’re bucky, right?”

there’s a silence that settles between you, as if some jig is now up. you glance over at him. “that’s not a bad thing,” you say softly. “or an insult.”

“yeah, i know.” his elbow knocks against yours lightly. “but, yeah. i am.”

you nod and offer your own name in return, and that is that. you don’t allude to anything else that you might or might not about him, his past, or the fact that he was used as a hydra weapon for a majority of his life, now thrust into a brand new century. no, all you do is say, “bucky’s a nice name.”

“thanks, doll.”

the pet name rolls off of his tongue so easily, like breathing. he stops for a moment, leaning into the urge to be embarrassed, but you don’t let him. “no one’s ever called me that before,” you say, brushing against his arm. “i like it.”

“it’s what all the guys used to call their girls.” he stops. “not that, you know--”

“yeah, i know,” you laugh. “i know what you meant.” you glance up at him again. “like i said, i like it.”

bucky swallows his nervousness and instead comes reassurance at your words. “i can keep callin’ you doll, if you really like it that much.”

playfulness. ease. comfort. things he has not felt in so long-- yori has tried to pull them out of him when it comes to women, but it has always felt forced, too fast, not right. this feels right.

“you make it sound like it’s such a chore!” you gape at him, but your voice is not malicious in the slightest. you are holding james buchanan barnes in the palm of your hand and you do not even know it.

“it’s not a chore,” bucky reassures. “trust me.”

“whatever you say,” you point to a small hole in the wall shop. “this is it.”

bucky holds the door open for you and you smile and wink as a thank you and god it sends his mind spinning, intoxicated by even the look that you give him. your name is performed like a symphony by every employee in the shop-- they all grin and wave, some make small talk. they eye bucky who stands a step behind you. but you turn and you place a hand on his forearm and even through all of the layers he swears that your touch burns. “this is my neighbor--” you look to him.

bucky clears his throats and he musters a smile, somewhere between his normal grimace and the smile that only seems to form in your presence. “james.”

they greet bucky with kindness and send the both of you on your way with the large pizza and a free liter of diet coke. “her favorite,” the owner says pointedly, winking to you. “we’re always trying to tell her to stop. maybe you can get her to knock the habit.”

“i don’t think anyone can get me to stop drinking diet coke,” you joke, looking at bucky with a level of fondness. “but he can certainly try.”

“i’ll give it a valiant effort,” bucky says and he tips his head to everyone before he opens the door for you once more. he holds the pizza and you hold the soda, tucked beneath your arm, and you make the trek back to your apartment in comforting quiet.

bucky learns that you don’t have a dining room table. you call it a waste of space, so you two sit in front of your coffee table on floor pillows, eating off mismatched plates and drinking the diet coke out of mugs from the thrift store you frequent.

the night is growing quieter, and you think that both you and bucky sense that it is coming to an end. you think you might be a bit addicted to being around him. he reminds you of the smell after it rains and black coffee, of laughter under neon lights and gentleness.

bucky is beginning to gather his things to leave when a meow turns both of your heads. your eyes light up. “hi baby,” you coo and the cat goes right to you and you scoop her up in your arms, presenting her to bucky. “this is katherine. or kitty, as i call her. she’s normally pretty scared of people.”

bucky hesitates, looking between you and the cat. finally, his hand reaches out and scratches kitty beneath the chin. she purrs almost instantly, nuzzling her face into his hand. you watch, somewhere in between shocked and amazed, as bucky interacts with her. “no, i swear, she hates people.” you pause. “wanna hold her?”

“oh, i don’t know…”

you raise your eyebrows and then he looks back at the cat, who gives a yap. it seems to say: please? he huffs and it fades into a smile and he holds his arms out. you set kitty into them and watch as she curls into him, rubbing the top of her head against his chin.

a girlish laugh bubbles from the deep pit of you belly and you clasp your hands together in front of you, watching with hearts in your eyes. the corner of his mouth turns up as he continues to pet the cat.

“bucky,” you say, putting a hand on your hip. “i hate to inform you, she’s never gonna let you go now.”

bucky looks up at you through his lashes. you, with your easy and calm demeanor, your loud laugh and your inability to build even the simplest of furniture.

“i think i’m okay with that.”

[skellebonez]

16 & 26 with Huntsman X Sandy, LET'S GO

I HAD TO WRITE THIS IMMEDIATE AFTER EPISODE 8 I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS. YOU AND @kitkat1003 DID THIS TO ME. I WROTE THIS PAST 3 AM. I finished it in 30 minutes after I got online again. I want to write MORE so consider this just the start of another ongoing series of prompts I guess.

Obvious SPOILERS for S2E8.

I let you win./You don’t hate me.

Huntsman could not believe that he was doing this. But... everything was off. Nothing about what had happened since the Lunar New Year Festival had felt right to him, and after he retrieved the Demon Revealing Mirror his bad feelings about the entire situation was just farther confirmed. Now, however... now he had next to no trust in the person who was pulling all their strings. Not after her non-answer to his questions.

So now he was here. Out in the open. Back at the docks where he first got a good look at the man he had a recent encounter with. On the boat where he saw him and in front of his door. Huntsman knew he was inside because he had watched him come home.

He wish he knew what his name was, at the very least. He'd just been calling him Blue or Big Guy or something similar in his mind. Said as much during their last encounter. Hopefully what he had found after he had returned meant that there was at least still some good will in his direction from the larger man. Enough to make up for the fact he would have to ask for his name at least.

The door was right in front of him. He just... had to knock now. He knew how to knock, he could do it so quickly. He just... had to raise his arm...

And then his vision was a wall of blue and he let out a very unbecoming scream of surprise.

"It's you," Blue said, face a picture of... confusion. Not the immediate anger or suspicion that Huntsman had expected. It came after a moment however, a glower and a crossing of his arms. "It's you."

The spider demon couldn't help himself from tensing up for a moment, despite his best attempts at avoiding that, but it was only for a moment. He instantly stood up straight, clearing his throat before flourishing his arm with a chuckle. It came out shaky, more awkward than he had intended.

"Is that, heh... offer still on the... table?" He reached into his coat, pulling out the single teabag he had found stashed away in his pocket after their last encounter.

It took a hot second for Blue to react, but when he did it was instantaneous. He grabbed Huntsman by the coat collar and pulled him inside without so much as a word. Huntsman's first reaction was to pull back, fight back at the grip on his collar and then at the large muscular arms picking him up like he was as light as a rag doll, but he didn't. Instead he let himself be picked up, carried through the house boat and deposited on the couch before Blue sat across from him with a stern expression with his palm open.

Huntsman sat awkwardly for a moment before he realized what Blue wanted, and he held out his hand slowly. So slowly. He hovered above Blue's hand for a good few seconds, watching his expression before biting the bullet and opening it to let the tea bag fall into the large hand.

Before he knew it Blue was off and back again with a tray that held two cups and a hot kettle of water, and there was no way he boiled water that quickly he couldn’t have so he must have been making some already. He placed the tray down and began pouring water into the cups that held two identical teabags, one tag more torn and worn and dirty than the other so that must have been the one he had on him. Huntsman sat in silence, unsure of what to do aside from what this happen.

There were cats on the boat. Many cats, more than he could count. They didn’t come close to him, barring one. One that matched his owner in both color scheme and hair style, who sat on Blue’s shoulder and hissed at him threateningly.

Huntsman was not threatened by a cat.

“What’s your name?” Blue asked suddenly as he sat back, a wide smile with a hint of suspicion in the very back of his eyes. But the smile, the open expression, the willingness to give him another chance, that was far stronger. “I didn’t have the chance to ask you.”

“Uh... Huntsman,” he answered slowly, watching the steam lift from the slowly brewing tea between them.

“I’m Sandy,” Blue, Sandy, said without missing a beat. “What are you doing here so late at night, Huntsy?”

The spider demon froze, looking at Sandy incredulously. He had half a mind to tell him off then and there, to object to his name being shortened to something so... so... SILLY! But he didn’t. Huntsman was not stupid, he knew he was not a genius like Syntax (but, then again, how smart could the ex-human really be if he had believed that Spider Queen would not double cross him and bring him into the fold eventually), but he wasn’t stupid.

He remembered their fight. How strong this large demon was. He put Goliath to shame despite being of similar stature, there was something about this man that was hidden deep down somewhere that Huntsman could not see and when he admitted it to himself he had been terrified that Sandy would kill him at that time. He could have killed Huntsman. He saw what he did to the scenery around them. But he didn’t.

He let him go.

So Huntsman took a deep breathe and began to talk.

~

It didn’t take long for his explanation. Just long enough for the tea to finish steeping. He didn’t reveal everything, but he did say enough. Told him about Lady Bone Demon (Lady White Bone, White Bone Spirit, whatever name she was going by these days) and how she had been doing... something. How he had his suspicions for a while. How he was worried for his Queen.

“Do not misunderstand my intentions. I have no stake in your Monkie Kid group and quite frankly if Bone Lady wasn’t in the picture I wouldn’t be here,” Huntsman said firmly, picking up his tea cup as Sandy picked up his. “But I care for my Queen. And I believe she is in danger. I am no fool, I know we are enemies, but they do say ‘the enemy of my enemy is my friend’..” He paused, looking up at Sandy and maintaining eye contact with him. “And we have a common enemy.”

The cats that were hiding in the shadows had begun to slowly come out. Some were watching him from the shelves and cat trees. How in the world did everything in this house boat stay standing when he drove it?

“That we do,” Sandy agreed, again so fast and so simply. His willingness to listen to the spider demon put him off in a way, but in others... it felt nice to be listened to. As much as he loved his Queen there were times she just did not listen to him at all, Syntax and he did not see eye to eye on much, and Goliath... well, he listened usually. But he was even more loyal to Spider Queen than he was. He put total faith in her working with their extra member so talking to him had not gotten him far. “And after what happened at the festival and Monkey King’s island and all the other stuff? The others are going to take a lot of convincing. But I believe you.”

“You... believe me?” Huntsman asked incredulously, raising an eyebrow. “... You don’t hate me.”

It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. One he could not believe he was saying.

“Nope,” Sandy said as he took a sip of his drink. “I don’t hate you. But that doesn’t mean we’re allies, I know that.”

“... you’re weird,” Huntsman said with a scoff, rolling his many eyes.

“Says the spider guy who let himself be dragged into his enemies home at 1 in the morning to be sat down for ‘a cuppa’,” Sandy shot back with a small smile. There was the smallest bit of amusement behind it. “We’re both weird.”

“Touche,” Huntsman could not help but reply as he looked down at his drink. He couldn’t help but wonder in the back of his mind if it was poisoned. That’s partly what he thought when the last cup was offered in the forest. But Sandy seemed to heartfelt in his offer to have done something like that. He didn’t seem the type to boast about getting alone and not wanting to fight only to poison someone. So Huntsman kept hold his his tea and brought it up to his face. “But that still begs the question. Do we trust each other enough to do anything more after this?”

“Oh, I don’t trust you nearly as far as I could throw you,” Sandy laughed out as he drank the rest of his tea. “But I trust myself. And I trust my own judgement. And I think I can trust myself enough to work with you for the better of both of our friends.”

Huntsman didn’t say anything at that. He sat, staring at the tea for another moment. He... did not trust Sandy, not fully yet. He trusted him enough to not kill him, and so far that trust had been rewarded quite well. But much like Sandy he trusted himself. He trusted his own judgement. And he had chosen to come here of his own volition, by himself, to protect his Queen.

A cat wandered over, a calico, and jumped onto the couch next to him. It stared up at him with bright brown eyes, watching him intently.

“Why did you let me leave?” He asked after a moment. “I let you win, by leaving. But you could have beaten me regardless. Why?”

“I wanted to give you another chance. Everyone deserves that much. Everyone.”

Huntsman gripped his teacup tighter at this, staring at the torn teabag with Sandy’s face on it. It must have been his own special blend. His own special blend that he had given to him as an olive branch. A sign that he would listen. And he had listened.

Huntsman gulped and raised the teacup to his lips and gulped.

It was smooth. Bright. Slightly bitter but not unintentionally.

It was the best tea Huntsman had ever had in his life.

“... How much tea does that second chance get me?”

Sandy smiled, a different kind of something that was brighter and softer and less in his face, and something in Huntsman's chest jumped of it's own accord.

[atinyarmyzen]

𝖘𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖒𝖊 - js

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: demon!johnny x fem!reader

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: smut, demon!johnny au, supernatural au, horror

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: mature content, oral (female receiving), corruption kink, slight impreg kink?, creampie, unprotected sex (use a condom pls!!), choking, spanking, pet names, size kink, bulge kink, some fluff if you squint

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 3.4k

  ⭄ basically, you let your curiosity get the best of you

𝖆/𝖓: Soooo this may or may not be my first smut. In honor of spooky szn approaching I give you demon Johnny 😈 . I love writing dark, spooky, and supernatural au’s so if you have any other requests/ideas let ya girl know. Anyway I’m going straight to hell for this so hope you enjoy!! 

You felt so ridiculous for doing this. You gathered a candle and piece of paper, you looked at the clock and waited for it to strike 3 in the morning, which you read was the best time for rituals. You recited the spell, wrote down your full name on the piece of paper and burned it in the flame of the candle. You continued to let the candle burn down, and closed your eyes as you concentrated on the words of the spell. Summoning a sex demon was the last thing you though you would do, but given your disappointment with your sex life you figured it was worth a shot.

“So it mote be.” you finished.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt cool gusts of air on your cheeks. All of the hair your neck and arms stood up, and goosebumps began to rise across your skin. It felt like the ghost of a touch across your shoulders and down your neck, the sensation immediately sending blood rushing to your clit. You were almost afraid to open your eyes, you honestly had no clue what you might see.

You sucked in a deep breath before opening your eyes, only to see flame of the candle taking its last breaths of life before going out completely. You were left in the darkness of your room, save the pale moonlight shining in through your window. You sighed in disappointment, cringing at the fact you actually thought it was working considering how worked up you were.

You decided it was all for naught and settled with going to sleep. You flopped onto your bed and tried to drift off but your sudden arousal refused to be ignored. You felt the bud between your legs become swollen with desire, along with the familiar feeling of slick now making its way down your inner thigh. This was unusual, you thought. You normally would never get this wet even if you did have a sex partner, so the fact that you were soaking through your panties completely untouched took you by surprise.

Slightly annoyed with your own arousal, you slid your hand down your stomach and dipped your fingers past the waistband of your panties. You gasped slightly as soon and the pads of your fingers brushed past your folds and grazed your swollen clit. Your breathing became labored as you began to run your middle finger up and down your lower lips before circling your sensitive bud lightly. A small moan escaped your lips, your eyes rolling back and fluttering shut.

“Save some for me.” A voice purred into your ear.

You yelped in surprise, your eyes snapped open and you sat up quickly. Your eyes frantically scanned the room for the source of the voice.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a tall black figure in the opposite corner of the room. You didn’t dare look. You froze; fear flooded every nerve ending in your body, your stomach dropped, your heart beat thudding in your ears. You finally understood what it meant to be paralyzed with fear.

“I thought you were expecting me, angel. You did summon me, after all.” You heard the figure speak. You decided to be brave and turn your head to face the creature.

You weren’t sure what to expect, but it still wasn’t this.

A tall, gorgeous man leaned his shoulder against your wall. His hands stuffed lazily in the pockets of what looked like a very expensive black suit. He wore a red silk shirt underneath, several of the buttons undone to show off what looked like a very toned chest. Your eyes studied his features. He had shiny black hair that was slicked back, a couple strands still loosely hanging on his forehead. His eyes were the color of honey in the moonlight, you felt like you could swim in them. He had strikingly high cheekbones and a pair of beautifully shaped lips that were curled up into a smirk.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue, baby?” he chided.

“I didn’t think it would actually work.” You finally spoke in a small voice. In fact, his whole presence made you feel small. If the fact that he was much bigger than you wasn’t enough, it was his intensely seductive aura that made you feel like putty under his gaze. He chuckled and pushed himself away from the wall to saunter over to the edge of your bed, hands still in his pockets.

“Well it’s your lucky night sweetheart, I have to say your little summons was hard to refuse.” He cocked his head to the side as if he was studying you. His gaze boring into you as he shamelessly eyed your bare legs and exposed panties. “Haven’t felt this compelled to answer before.” His tongue darted out to lick his upper lip.

“So, do demons have names?” You asked honestly.

He chuckled at your question. “It’s Johnny”, he said.

You were taken aback at how normal his name sounded. “Okay Johnny.” you replied, “Are you really going to steal my soul and all that?”. He laughed again, finding your questions endearing. “No, doll face. It’s not like what you read in the stories. We simply require your energy to survive, and that energy comes from your….satisfaction.” He explained with a shit-eating grin.

“Satisfaction?” You questioned. He snickered. “Basically, the more I can get you to come for me, the more energy I receive.” He said a little too casually. You blushed at the vulgarity of his words. Johnny took notice. “You’re a cute thing, aren’t you?” he remarked.

“So are there any conditions? Nothing bad will happen to me?” You asked.

“Nope” He said. “Only if you consider amazing sex a bad thing.” He smirked again, obviously proud of himself. You bit your lip and looked down again, feeling small. You suddenly felt his fingers lift your chin up so that your eyes met his now very dark ones. “I can leave if you don’t want this, I’m not here to hurt you.” He said with a surprisingly soft tone. You melted. “No!” you said abruptly, cringing at yourself. “I mean- I want you to stay. Please.” You said sounding more pathetic than you wanted to. Your thighs were involuntarily pressing themselves together at this point.

Johnny’s face contorted from his previously soft expression into a devilish grin, relishing in your willingness to give in to him. He decided to toy with you further, he kept his grasp on your chin and leaned in further, his breath fanning your face, his eyes locked with yours. “I need a yes, kitten.” he said in a teasing voice.

Any resolve you had vanished into thin air in that moment. “God, yes. Johnny please-“ you gasped. His lips now grazed your ear as he softly chuckled, his breath warm over your skin; you felt your heartbeat pounding between your thighs. “I’m afraid he can’t help you now, love.” Johnny purred into your ear before latching his lips to your neck. They left a trail of fire on your skin as he continued. You felt the bed dip and Johnny gently pushed you down on your bed as he hovered over you. “So pretty, angel. Have you ever been touched like this?” He asked. You were losing touch with reality, all you could manage was a small “Never.”

The demon reveled in how strong his effect was on you. “I bet your sweet little pussy tastes like candy, huh baby?” He said into your other ear this time, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake as he made his way down your neck. His hands slid up your sides, pushing the shirt you had on up your torso and over your breasts. You helped him by lifting you head up so he could pull your shirt completely off before discarding it somewhere on the floor. His lips were now nipping at your collarbone, and descending further until he reached your pert nipples. You immediately arched your back as he took one of them in his mouth, the feeling being utterly euphoric and he hadn’t even fucked you yet.

He lingered for a bit, then continuing his descent down your body leaving wet kisses in his wake before coming to the waistband of your panties. “Hope you don’t mind, darling.” He said before he used both hands to tear the fabric off your body like it was made of paper. He leaned up to reach behind him and pulled off his shirt, revealing his beautifully toned chest and abs. You couldn’t even protest to your ripped panties before Johnny threw your legs over his shoulders. He pressed a wet kiss to your clit and you yelped at how incredibly sensitive you were to even the slightest touch. He used his index and middle finger to spread your lower lips apart before taking a slow, languid lick from your entrance to your sensitive bud, now screaming to be touched. After what seemed like forever his tongue finally reached your clit where he closed his lips around it, gently sucking and licking with the tip of his tongue. The moans you let out sounded almost animalistic, finally getting some kind of relief.

He hummed at your reaction, the vibration of his lips sending shockwaves of pleasure to your every nerve. You felt him use his other hand to dip two fingers into your weeping heat, curling them and thrusting upwards into that sweet spot. The combination of his mouth and his fingers had you reeling in pleasure. “Holy fuck, Johnny.” You cursed, gasping for air. He picked up speed and pressure with his tongue and fingers, and your impeding orgasm was beginning to swell to the tipping point. It was almost like there was a moment of suspense, the a split second of what felt like teetering over the edge of a cliff. Suddenly you felt your climax crash over you like a monstrous wave. You practically screamed as it felt like electricity lit up every single nerve ending at once. You suddenly became aware of your legs shaking, and lifted your head to see that Johnny was relentless in his assault on your core, his face buried between your thighs. The muscles in his arm were rippling under his skin due to the brutal pace of his fingers. If anything, he picked up speed, attempting to help you ride out your orgasm for as along as possible.

After what felt like minutes of euphoria, you felt Johnny softly kiss your inner thighs and his hands soothingly caressing them. He crawled up your torso until his lips were in front of yours once again. “You taste so sweet baby.” He said before leaning down to connect your lips in an open-mouthed kiss. You could taste yourself on him as he licked into your mouth. Your hands came to his chest, feeling his firm muscles move under his skin. You still felt like your skin was on fire, everywhere his hands touched burned in the most delicious way.

Your kisses became more fervent- desperate even. You couldn’t take it anymore. “Johnny.” You breathed between kisses.

“Yeah babydoll?” He replied against your lips.

“Need you.” Was all you could muster.

“Need me where, angel?” You could hear the smirk in his lips as he teased, wanting to hear you beg.

“Inside me, please. Wanna feel full.” You whined.

“How could I say no when you sound so sweet?” Johnny chided.

He obliged by leaning up to unbuckle his belt in one swift motion and shoved his pants and boxers down. You gulped, he was huge. Definitely the biggest you had ever had. You were snapped out of your trance by Johnny’s laughing. “It’s okay love, I’ll be gentle.”

You thought that he was being sarcastic until you looked at his face to see him smiling softly at you, he leaned his body over yours and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. He pulled away slightly and reached down to guide himself into your entrance. He slid in more easily than you thought, your arousal making for a frictionless entrance. Johnny’s gaze was intense, he stared down into your eyes, as if wanting to remember every detail of your face as you felt the stretch of his cock. You let out a breathy moan, eyes rolling back in your head from how utterly full you felt. “Fuck, baby. I’d hate to destroy your pretty little cunt.” His voice sounded low and gravely. He brought his lips down to your ear “But I think I’m going to have to.”

With that pulled back only to snap his hips into yours rather roughly, you let out an embarrassingly loud moan. He began to set a pace that didn’t seem humanly possible, until you remembered that he wasn’t exactly human. He had a strong grip on each of your thighs before throwing one of them over his shoulder before leaning down, the new angle now allowing the ridges of his cock to brush your sweet spot. He was impossibly deep, Johnny looked down to see the bugle of his member under the skin of your lower stomach. He groaned at the sight and reached down to feel his cock pistoling in and out of you.

“Fuck.” He groaned. “You like how I can feel myself buried in your guts baby?”

“Johnny” you breathed. “Fuck, don’t stop.”

He reached up to one of your breasts, rolling one of the sensitive buds between his fingers, pinching it lightly from time to time. He was everywhere, consuming all of your senses. The sensations so overwhelming that it hurdled you into your second orgasm.

“Johnny!” you practically screamed, something nobody had ever made you do before. You felt your heat convulsing almost violently around his length. You were vaguely aware of Johnny’s lips on your neck. “Fuck, you’re gripping me so tight love.” he said a little too sweetly.

Suddenly you felt him pull out of you, which made you lift your head up in confusion. “What about you?” you asked looking up at him. Your eyes trailed down to his still very hard length where his veiny, large hand was still languidly stroking it.

He gave you a smile that was almost alarmingly soft. It sent a shiver up your spine. He took you chin between his thumb and index finger. “Oh sweetheart, it’s adorable how you think I’m finished with you.” You gulped.

“On all fours baby.” He said softly. You were quickly to oblige. Your face was pressed into the soft sheets of your bed. You felt Johnny’s hand smooth over the swell of your ass and up your spine, then back again where he landed a slap to the flesh of your asscheek. You let out a pathetic moan, the delicious sting sending blood rushing straight to your clit once again.

You felt his length slide into your folds again, still not quite used to the stretch you hissed a bit. “So perfect angel, taking me so well.” Johnny cooed, you felt the muscles of his torso pressing into the skin of your back, his hands rubbing your sides soothingly.

“Johnny, please.” you pleaded. You needed him to do something, anything. He pulled you both up to your knees. One of his arms held you against his chest, the other traveled down your body until his fingers met your abused clit. He set another brutally fast pace, you keened and arched your back. You threw your head back to rest on Johnny’s chest, allowing him to look down at your beautiful body. You heard him groan and increase his pace on your clit, while the other hand moved to cup your breast.

“So beautiful.” He whispered. You were barely coherent, your whines and moans becoming more frequent. You knew he was a demon and this was about lust, but this felt strangely- intimate. “Look.” He said lowly. He grabbed your chin and turned your head to look back at him. “Look at me when I fuck you.” His gaze made your stomach do flips, it felt so disarming- like he could see your deepest fears and wishes. Your jaw went slack, he took that opportunity to press his mouth to yours in sloppy, messy kisses.

His fingers continued to build pressure and speed on your clit while the slid his other hand up from your breast to curl his fingers around your neck. You felt slight pressure on the sides of your neck as his grip tightened slowly. You let out a strangled moan at the new sensation, beginning to feel light-headed and weightless in his arms. You felt your third orgasm begin to swell; Johnny’s relentless pace, his ministrations on your clit, his grip on your neck and his tongue in your mouth had your whole body on fire. Your legs were about to give out and your vision was going white.

Johnny slightly loosened his grip on your neck to give you some air, he brought his lips against the shell of your ear. The tickling sensation of his breath as he whispered sent shivers down your spine. “Gonna fill you up, pretty girl.”

You let out a strangled moan, the thought of him coming inside you being surprisingly arousing. “Oh fuck.” you swore, “Please, come inside me”.

You heard him practically growl and felt him nip at your neck before he began to snap his hip up into you so hard that you felt your whole body moving with him. “Gonna come, fuck y/n.” Him moaning your name did you in, you were thrown over the edge as your third climax wracked your body. Johnny’s name left your lips like a mantra. Your walls throbbed around his length in huge waves; his pace stuttered as he spilled his load into your dripping heat.

Your body went completely slack against his, he just held you with both arms and pressed soothing kisses to your neck and cheek. He gently grabbed your chin to give you another kiss; this time soft, slow, and almost....loving.

You were suddenly aware of what was mostly likely his cum leaking out of you and down your thighs. Johnny helped you lie down on your back, before disappearing for a moment. You were remotely aware of him coming back to your side as we ran a warm wet washcloth over your inner thighs to clean you up. You winced slightly when it touched your sensitive folds. Johnny shushed you gently. “It’s okay baby, just cleaning you up.”

You were floating. Your eyelids felt like they weighed ten pounds. It sounded like you were underwater. Time was moving like you were in a dream. You were confused why a demon like him was being so tender and gentle with you right now. “Johnny.” you said weakly. “Yes, angel?” He replied.

“Are you real?” you whispered.

“I’m as real as you want me to be, love.” He whispered in your ear as you felt him softly brush your face with his hand.

You suddenly felt as if you whole body was sinking into your soft bed. Sleep washing over you, pulling you under its waves. You looked at his gorgeous face one last time, hoping to remember what the handsome creature looked like before letting your eyes fall shut.

“See you again, darling.” echoed in your ear before you finally let go of consciousness.

                            ⭒☆━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☆⭒

You woke with a start. You looked around your room. The candle was still there, although totally melted. You were in your bed, the sun was shining through the windows. All seemed normal. It was a dream. You sighed sadly at the thought of Johnny not being real, considered just how lucid the whole experience was. You figured it was fun while it lasted, and was probably something that your wild imagination managed to conjure up. You got up like usual, got ready and left for work.

You trudged through your door much later than you should have been, your boss making you stay several hours late. You threw your bag to the ground once you entered your room and immediately started stripping out go your work clothes in an attempt to find something more comfortable. The room was dim, only the light of a small lamp illuminating the darkness. You stood in front of your mirror as you looked at your tired face, only in your bra and underwear. Then your eyes shifted to something behind you in the corner of the room.

You shrieked and turned around only to find that the figure was standing right in front of you now. It was that familiar, handsome face. His perfect lips curled up into that signature smirk as he peered down at you.

“Remember me?”

[honeysuckle-venom]

🖤

Thank you so so very much for asking!!!

🖤 - How many alters do you have? Can you tell me about them?

As far as I know there's somewhere between 13 and 20 of us. I know that's vague but it's hard to get a solid count with the alters in our subsystem. And I'd be happy to tell you about them! Because there are so many of us this is going to get long, so I'm putting it below a cut:

First up we have me, Lior, Host Extraordinaire TM. I'm 24, a nonbinary ace lesbian, I use they/them pronouns, and I love my cat, my friends, theater, Judaism, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Next we have Cypher (they/them for anyone not in our system). Also 24 but at the same time perpetually 16, used to be very very angry but has mostly chilled out, your classic Edgy Alter. They aren't around much these days unless we're in a very upsetting situation.

Then we have Eloise, 24, they/them or she/her. Eloise is a femme lesbian, very romantic and sweet and into art and music and theater and fashion. Technically she was an introject of the character Eloise from the children's books/movies (esp Eloise at the Plaza) but she's grown a lot since she was formed/grows with the body and is an adult now.

Next is Silver, they/them, ageless but also 11 but also an adult. Silver is made entirely of metal and doesn't really have access to emotions. They front very very rarely but they help with things internally I believe (my internal access is extremely limited but others say they do.)

Then we have Ghost, they/them or she/her, 11-12. Very sad, very small, stuck in 2008-2012, struggles a lot to connect to our current life.

Next up is Cricket, they/them or she/her, 7-8. Cricket loves nature and animals, particularly reptiles and amphibians. She's very social, adventurous, and friendly.

Then we have Thimble, they/them or she/her, 5-8ish. Also very friendly and social and sweet, likes to bake and do arts and crafts.

Next is Mimsy, they/them or she/her, 6. Mimsy has barely fronted in the past few years and honestly might have fused with some of our other child parts, it's unclear, but I feel bad leaving her out. She's part pale purple cat and obsessed with space and anything pale purple.

Then we have Luna, she/her or they/the, 2-5. Luna fronts the most frequently of anyone besides me. She loves dragons, blueberries, space, stuffed animals, Winnie the Pooh, Sesame Street, and anything that involves being curled up and cozy.

Then we have T.N.F., she/her(?), 0-3. T.N.F. is our youngest part, sometimes pre-verbal. She is very very sad and scared and lonely. I don't think she has interests or like, personality besides that as she is so young. She's afraid of people and has never fronted when anyone else is present. She and Luna often cofront.

That's the 10 in the main system. Then we have a subsystem, The Dolls. There are at least 3 of them, but getting a solid count seems impossible. They all identify more or less as literal dolls, and they are all directly connected to our relationship with our mother. They seem to fall into three main categories/archetypes, A B and C, but I genuinely don't know how many A Dolls or B Dolls or C Dolls there are. I believe there are a few in each category but I can't get a certain number.

Doll A: Doll A and co are your classic antique porcelain dolls. They are old fashioned, polite, and proper. They are also the closest to feeling 100% like literal dolls, and sometimes Doll A is so dissociated and convinced that she's made of porcelain that she physically can't move or speak.

Doll C: Doll C and co are cute and bubbly, closer to a modern porcelain or plastic doll, obsessed with pink and frills and tea parties and being as adorable and sweet and likeable as possible.

Doll B: Doll B is deeply traumatized and will likely never post here or interact with anyone. We're uncomfortable sharing more information about the B Dolls.

And yeah as far as I know that's all of us! I certainly hope that's all of us anyway lol :)

Thank you so much for asking! If anyone has any further questions about anything we said here or questions about specific alters, feel free to ask!