#adding all of this to my obey me collection in my head

[666writingcafe]

The Home Theater

Satan

"I don't remember the House of Lamentation having one of these," MC notes as they take in their surroundings. "Whose idea was it to put one here?"

"It was mine," I answer. "Barbatos helped me set everything up. All the equipment, the acoustics...it's all top-notch."

"By human world standards, or Devildom ones?" I've forgotten how observant they are. MC seems to enjoy taking in all sorts of information, even if it seems insignificant to other people. That's one of the things I like about them.

"According to the employee at DevTech--I mean, Best Buy--we have the top-of-the-line equipment, and the quality is comparable to some of ours." I hate that I keep swapping human world names with Devildom ones. I personally feel like I'm better than that.

"Have you guys used it yet?"

"Funny that you mention that, because we just started a zombie movie marathon last weekend."

"Was that your idea as well?" I nod my head.

"The idea of zombies has interested me for a while now. While there are diseases and curses that can induce a zombie-like state in demons, it's usually a temporary problem that can be solved with medicine. That doesn't seem to be the case with humans."

"Are you solely basing that on our movies?"

"Of course not. I've also read books."

"Fiction or non-fiction?" Oh, I'm about to blow their mind.

"Both, actually."

While the human world seems to focus on the fantastical elements of zombies, the Devildom has meticulously recorded all zombie outbreaks that have occurred throughout the centuries. You see, sometimes a human zombie accidentally stumbles in the Devildom, and we have to deal with that situation properly in order to prevent chaos.

While we've certainly dealt with the stereotypical zombies--the ones that are slow-moving, crave brains, and are more or less dead--those aren't the only ones that we've come across. Some are capable of sprinting, others aren't too keen on brains, and there's even those that appear perfectly fine on the outside but have some kind of parasite in their brain that's making them carry out orders with no thought whatsoever.

Although, sometimes the parasite doesn't have a physical form and is instead created as a result of rather intense brainwashing.

"I see," MC states once I've completed my mini lecture. "Somehow, that's never come up in any of my classes."

"That's because you've only taken general knowledge ones. RAD offers majors, and with those comes specific classes for particular areas of study. Although, in order to declare a major, you have to prove that you have a solid understanding of the fundamentals first, since you might get pulled to teach a class or two."

"Has that ever happened to you guys?"

"Lucifer and I are the only ones out of our bunch that have declared a major. Belphie's been offered, but he doesn't want to deal with the responsibility of teaching, so he just takes whatever interests him. The others simply haven't proven themselves yet. Levi struggles with attendance, and Beel has difficulty concentrating. As for Mammon and Asmo, I think they're content with where they're at right now, so they're not going to push themselves too hard."

"What do you and Lucifer major in?"

"He does potions and curses. I focus on history and literature. Somehow, despite my sin, I tend to be a more patient teacher than him. At least, that's what I've heard from other students."

"That's really interesting." MC appears deep in thought. "Do you think I could major in something?"

Honestly, I don't know how to answer that question, mainly because we've never had beings outside the Devildom attend RAD before Diavolo implemented the exchange program. It wouldn't surprise me if he did allow MC and the others to declare a major eventually, but I don't know how long that would take. Would MC be alive by then? Or be in a good physical and mental state to take in additional knowledge, let alone teach an entire classroom? Personally, I think they have the best chance out of the initial exchange students of eventually declaring a major, but that isn't for me to determine.

"That would be something to ask Diavolo. I don't think I'm qualified to answer that question." MC nods their head.

"So, changing the subject...wanna watch a movie together?"

"Like, right now?"

"Yeah!" I sigh.

"As much as I would like to, I doubt the others would be happy if I kept you all to myself before they've even had the chance to say hi to you. I will have to take your offer some other time."

"Sounds good. I'll try to find a good movie for us to watch together in the meantime."

"You bring the movie, and I'll whip up something nice for us to eat." MC snorts in amusement. "Do you not think I'm capable of cooking, MC?"

"It's not that at all. Just reacting to an idea I had, that's all."

"What kind of thought?" Interesting. My question has made them tense up all of a sudden. Usually they only get that way if someone catches them doing something that they think they're not supposed to do. Like fiddling with strange objects.

Or having dirty thoughts.

I keep coming across the phrase "Netflix and chill" in the media I've been consuming, and it appears to be referring to hooking up with someone as a movie's playing in the background. Is MC wanting to do that with me?

Are they afraid I'd find the idea silly? Because I don't. I mean, if it was something that I was invested in, then I'd want to pay attention to whatever was playing, but I'm more than capable of choosing something that I can tune out as I focus on something else.

Especially if that something else happens to be MC.

I lean in closer to them to whisper,

"You know, I went ahead and assembled a collection of movies I thought you'd like." I plant a kiss right below MC's ear, making them shiver slightly. "I really enjoyed picking them out, actually." I begin moving down their neck. "It was fun thinking about what might appeal to you. There are so many genres that are worth exploring."

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Overprotective and Ready to Fight - The Dateables

Requested By: @number-1-obey-me-brother-simp

Read the Prologue on the Brothers' version!

Diavolo had been a bit far from the scene when he first heard about a fight breaking out at RAD. Demons weren’t always the most level-headed so when he heard the gossip, he didn’t think much about it.

Then he heard one of the demons say your name and his heart skipped a beat. He was now racing towards the fight, hoping that he wasn’t too late and that you were okay.

When Diavolo finally reached you, he was surprised to see that you were the one winning the fight. Nonetheless, it had to be stopped so he moved to pull you off the student.

He was surprised at how much effort he had to put into getting you off them. Whatever that demon said - it made you seriously angry.

You stopped fighting immediately when you saw Diavolo and he had concern in his eyes as he was quickly looking over your body for any injuries.

“We don’t have to tell Lucifer about this, right?” you asked him. He wanted to laugh slightly at the question, but you both knew it was unavoidable.

For now, though, he wouldn’t involve the brothers until he made sure you were okay. He walked you to the infirmary and sat with you as the doctor looked over your injuries.

Diavolo was in shock when the doctor told him you only had a few scratches and bruises. The only part of you that looked injured were your knuckles which gave quite a beating to the other demon.

Diavolo stifled a laugh. How would it look if the Demon King laughed at a fight breaking out in school?

But you could see the joy in his eyes. He found it so amusing that you - a human - pummeled the other demon to the point where they were having trouble walking and yet you were fine.

“Well, that’s great news,” Diavolo told the doctor, giving you a small smile. “While I don’t condone fights breaking out in the middle of school, I have to ask - what made you so angry?” Diavolo questioned, the question burning in his mind.

He was dying to know what had turned his precious human exchange student from the normally calm and collected self you were into the raging creature who was able to win a fight against a demon using only your fists.

You let out a small sigh before telling him, “I was just trying to teach them a lesson…for talking bad about you.” 

Diavolo’s eyes widened slightly before his joyous laughter filled the room. He wasn’t holding a single laugh back this time.

“You fought the demon for me?” Diavolo asked, clarifying that he had heard you right. A small blush coated your cheeks as you nodded your head in response.

“Sorry if I embarrassed you. I know I’m supposed to be on my best behavior as one of the human exchange students,” you added, avoiding his gaze.

Diavolo’s expression turned from one of amusement to one of love as he looked over your gentle features. He could see the pure intentions you held in your heart.

Diavolo gently grabbed one of your hands and placed a kiss on the top of it, making sure to be careful so that he didn't hurt your knuckles any further.

“I would never be embarrassed by you. Thank you for fighting for me. Please, allow me to take you to dinner to show my gratitude,” he told you.

You smiled at him as you agreed and Diavolo left the room shortly after so that the doctor could finish tending to you.

When he reached the hallway, he was met with the demon brothers who were all worried in their own right and had questions to ask.

Diavolo made sure to do his best to explain what had happened without exposing your reasons why. That was a private matter between the two of you.

He will make sure that Lucifer doesn’t give you any sort of punishment, though. After all, you were only fighting the demon for him. He wouldn’t dream of punishing you for that.

Barbatos had been doing his normal daily tasks when he sensed that something was amiss. He immediately moved to find Lord Diavolo to ensure everything was fine.

He found him walking down the hall, a slightly worried expression on his face. Barbatos went to ask Diavolo what was wrong when he overheard what the demons were saying. 

You had gotten in a fight? Barbatos was immediately concerned. Ultimately you were only a human and a demon’s strength overpowered yours.

He walked with Diavolo to the scene and hesitated for a brief moment when he saw the two of you on the ground. “Barbatos, please grab the other demon,” Diavolo asked him, moving to grab you.

Barbatos was slightly disappointed that he was the one who was asked to stop the attacking demon; but, he would never disobey an order from Diavolo.

So, he moved to grab the other demon, easily overpowering them. But, his eyes were on you, trying to scan your body for injuries from across the room. He felt a pressure lifting from his chest when he saw that you were mostly okay, despite your knuckles.

“Let’s go,” Barbatos told the other demon, leading them to an infirmary room. Barbatos had nothing but disdain for the demon next to him. The audacity of them to start a fight with you.

He had tortured others before and he had to admit he was tempted to inflict his own pain on the demon for any pain they caused you. But, looking at all the damage you did on your own, he believed it would be in bad taste to deliver any additional attacks.

Once the demon was in the infirmary, Barbatos immediately left. He found Lord Diavolo in the hall along with the demon brothers and he quietly stood next to Diavolo, doing his best to see inside the infirmary room that you were in.

Diavolo knew that this was going to be a long discussion so he asked Barbatos to stay with you until they were done to make sure you were okay.

Barbatos simply nodded his head in response, remaining expressionless. But, he was very thankful for the opportunity. He didn’t get many chances to be alone with you, and the opportunities he did get, he always appreciated. 

You were unlike any other human Barbatos had met and his curiosity about you grew more and more each occasion he had to talk to you.

He entered the room and saw that you were in relatively good spirits. He quietly approached the bed, doing his own reconnaissance of your injuries. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust the doctor - he just wanted to be sure you were alright himself.

“It seems you can be quite the troublemaker,” Barbatos said, finally grabbing your attention. He wore a straight face but his eyes revealed the fact that he was only teasing you.

Barbatos sat down next to you and gave you an expecting look, letting you know that he was waiting for an explanation.

“I’ve just been studying really hard lately for the exams and that demon decided to say something incredibly rude,” you stated. “About you?” Barbatos questioned. You let out a small sigh, knowing you were about to put yourself on the line. “About you,” you replied.

To say Barbatos was shocked was an understatement. He hadn’t had nearly the same amount of time with you as the others had. And yet, you still jumped to defend him. He began to understand why everyone around him had started to fall for you.

Barbatos smiled at you, it was a small smile, but it was enough that you could see his genuine emotions. He was touched by your actions, and proud that you had done such a good job at it. The other demon looked like they had been used as a chew toy for Cerberus.

The conversation was cut short when the demon brothers entered the infirmary, but your words stuck in Barbato’s mind. 

From then on, he would catch himself watching you more often, sometimes smiling when he sees you laughing or having a good time. 

Needless to say, that fight changed his perspective of you and motivated him to further his connection with you.

Solomon was an incredibly popular guy, and as such, he was one of the first people to find out about the fight. The only problem was that he was in the middle of cooking something in the lab and if he left too early it could cause severe consequences.

So, he quickly finished what he was doing, packing up the substance he created, before rushing towards the scene.

When he got there though, the crowd was dispersing and you were nowhere in sight. Solomon let out a small sigh of disappointment before carefully pushing past the crowd to reach the infirmary.

He got to the hallway and saw everyone standing around, talking about the fight. But no one seemed to come up with an answer as to what caused it.

Solomon didn’t stop to talk to anyone. You were at the forefront of his mind as he quickly entered the room they were all standing in front of.

A few of them noticed Solomon rushing past them, but no one said anything to stop him. Not that he would have listened to them anyway.

Solomon let out a deep breath of relief when he saw you. You were getting your hands wrapped by the doctor, and he noticed how dark-colored they were even after the doctor cleaned off the blood.

You must have used them quite a bit to incur bruises like that. Other than your hands though, Solomon could hardly see any other cuts or bruises.

You saw Solomon standing there with something in his hands moments later and you gave him a small smile.

“Hey,” you told him. Solomon couldn’t help but smirk when you looked at him so happily. You looked the opposite of someone who had just been in a fight.

“If you want to test your strength, there are easier ways than picking a fight with a demon,” Solomon said, walking closer.

“I wasn’t trying to test my strength. They decided to say some terrible things about you, and I was just defending you. Us humans got to stick together and all that,” you replied, a bit embarrassed after admitting your reason out loud.

Solomon was immediately taken aback. All of this - for him? Solomon’s smile grew as he held back whatever teasing remarks came to his mind.

You really were adorable. He was proud that you felt strongly enough about him to go to such lengths, but at the same time, he wanted to thank you for the gesture.

“In that case, I have a delicious meal I made that will make you all better. Let me serve you some,” Solomon replied, a boasting smile on his face.

Oh please no.

“Oh, thank you, that’s very kind of you. But, I’m not too hungry right now. Maybe later?” you responded, hoping to be polite while desperately trying to avoid whatever concoction was in his hands.

Solomon seemed unaffected by your words as he replied, “I’ll go pack up half of it for you right now so that you can have it later.”

Solomon left the room before you could protest and on his way back to the lab, he passed by the room where the other demon was. 

His eyes widened when he saw how terrible they looked compared to you. He made a mental note to never cross you. You were a lot more powerful than you looked.

The demon brothers made sure to either throw away the food or feed it to Beel before Solomon noticed that you didn’t eat it.

Simeon typically avoided fights in the Devildom. After all, he and Luke were sent down to represent the Celestial Realm in the exchange program. Even if a demon was being particularly insufferable, starting a fight wouldn’t only reflect negatively on Simeon but on the rest of the Celestial Realm as well. So, he normally stayed calm and collected, giving a warm smile to every passerby.

But, when he found out that you had been in a fight, he lost any care he had to represent the Celestial Realm correctly, immediately rushing to the scene. Anger replaced the kindness in his features as he prayed that you were okay.

He would viciously fight any being if you were in harm without a second thought. And he felt sorry for the demon who decided to start a fight with you. He would make sure that the demon received proper justice for the transgression.

Simeon reached the infirmary shortly after the brothers arrived. “Is she in there?” Simeon asked Lord Diavolo, without waiting for him to explain what happened.

Diavolo nodded his head and Simeon entered the room, holding his breath as he prepared for the worst-case scenario. Images of you looking bloody and beaten flashed through his mind.

What?

Simeon was frozen in place as he saw you, looking almost completely unscathed. Everyone made the fight out to be some big spectacle. As if it was a fight to the death. And yet you look as though you had merely taken a fall. 

His eyes trailed down to your hands and he saw the blood and bruises that coated them. It was clear they inflicted quite a bit of damage and Simeon couldn’t help but wonder what the other demon looked like.

After processing the initial shock, Simeon quickly approached the bed, worry in his eyes. You couldn’t help but smile when you saw him. His presence illuminated any room he was in.

“Are you okay?” Simeon asked, taking another glance at your hands now that he was closer. You nodded your head before replying, “Just a few cuts and bruises.” Simeon relaxed slightly but his eyebrows were still knitted together.

“Your strength is incredible; but, fighting demons is dangerous,” Simeon told you. “I know, I just couldn’t stand the way they were talking about you,” you replied.

Simeon opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out when he heard your confession. “The way they were talking about me?” Simeon questioned, unable to trust what he had heard.

“You’re an angel, and you’re way better than that demon could ever hope to be,” you added and Simeon smiled as he looked at you with love, every inch of his body melting at your words.

He was ready to fight for you no matter the consequences only to come and find out that was exactly what you had done for him. Did that mean you shared the same feelings that he had?

Simeon stayed with you the rest of the night to ensure you were okay and so that he could express his gratitude over and over again. No matter what you wanted, he would get it for you. And if all you wanted was a hug or something along those lines, he was more than happy to oblige.

Fighting a demon for Simeon strengthened your relationship, and he was now even more willing to leave the image of a proper angel behind and do what he wanted when it came to you.

[threepandas]

Bad End, Hidden Heir: Part 2

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A pounding headache and cave air, that's what I woke up too. The air was being choked, though, by familiar scents. All trying desperately to make the cold, wet, and softly echoing quiet, hospitable. It was nauseating in my current state. Weak and... drugged? Had I been drugged? I certainly hadn't been drunk.

So why did my head hurt so much?

Why did every motion, make my stomach want to rebel?

My limbs felt so WEAK. Heavy and useless. Barely budging when I try to lift them. To rub my head? Adjust the blanket? Sit up? I can't tell. Thinking... thinking is so hard past... the pounding in my head. The fog. I struggle to concentrate. God, that SMELL.

Like a perfume store combined with... with... ugh. Everything!

I could pick out individual scents I knew I liked, on their own, added to the nauseating chaos. My favorite potpourri was there. But so was the one I like for winter? Fall? That one I liked as a kid until I found Mrs. Tianna's blend...

And perfumes! Colognes! The clean products and scents I preferred the maids used. God it... it blended together like a trash heap. As though someone drove a carriage through a perfume shop at speed. Cloying and musk and spice and fruity and-!

I sucked air through my teeth, trying not to smell it, hoping to god I wouldn't TASTE it.

Finally I managed to pry my eyes open. Either hunger or thirst giving my the strength to push past the nauseating pain. I NEEDED to move. Find out what was happening. Survive.

My gaze... met the most elaborate embroidery I had ever seen. Tapestries had less art. Almost to the point of gaudiness. Possibly past it. It was...

It was everything I had ever said I liked.

Too anyone.

Puppies and flowers, history and art, books scenes and more. It kept GOING! Hideous and magnificent. Chaos. Unhinged. Flowing down from above me, along the rest of the curtains, for the canopy bed upon which I rest. So I would be surrounded by it all. Even the blanket... it was a sea of my favorite flowers, made eternal through string.

This wasn't something people just DID. Could just FIND. I could feel my panic under the muting pain and exhaustion. This was the work of YEARS. Obsessive, continuous, YEARS. Some of these threads cost more then certain house hold make in WEEKS! And for what? A secret canopy bed?!

I struggled, body barely able to obey me but trying desperately to assist. The blankets were heavy. The curtain around the bed equally so, thanks to all the embroidery. I.. I manage to roll. Squirm. Wriggle my way, undignified, to the edge. Flop over it and out from under the blanket. Too freedom.

The air is cold.

The scents WORSE out here. Now, I can see why.

It is a museum to all that I am. Every like carefully gathered in one place, every preference. Stacked and shoved together, with no regard for if they fit. Hoarded like a collection.

I can not even tell... if I am sitting, flopped down, on my favorite winter bedside carpet or just an exact copy. My entire life is shoved together and suddenly... suddenly I do not like any of these things at all. They feel dirty. Dangerous. Like they have betrayed me. I want to cry.

But I am nauseous. Hurting. Tired and thirsty. So very hungry dispite it all. I just... I just need to know what's going ON! This isn't... this isn't how the Game goes! Not for Protag-chan. Not for me! I know I changed my "character's" behavior... but...

I... I don't understand...

Try not to cry. It's... it's really hard.

I was right. I'm pretty sure this is the Caves of Spring in the northwest of the Duchy. The offical Heir has an estate near them. The stone looks like the cliffs I'd seen in passing.

Crawling is hard. My legs keep getting tangled in my fucking nightgown. My... my f.. favorite.. nightgown! I'm not gonna cry. Damn it. I'm NOT GONNA CRY. How dare he? How DARE he ruin even that? What did he DO to me!? When I was... was...

No, don't think about it!

Move.

A decanter. Needlessly pretty. I probably loved it as a girl, fresh into this world. Everything was so FANCY and I wasn't used to having money yet. Hadn't developed any real class or taste. It looks so fucking gaudy to me now. But God, it has water. Please... PLEASE let that be water!

I drag myself up on badly shaking limbs. Nothing wants to hold. Wrists buckling, knees giving, legs shaking like a new born lamb. My arms are so weak. But thirst... oh thirst is a powerful motivator.

I force myself to move.

The water is not enough. It is everything. Cold and perfect, I force myself to go slow. To not spill a single drop, as I collapse against the dresser it was placed upon. Letting my eyes explore my cage in the way my poor abused body can not.

There are thick bars buried deep into the bedrock, separating the "room" I'm in from the hall that leads away from it. And it IS a "room". Made in cruel mockery to resemble the luxury of the dukes estate. Perhaps even more aggressively decadent in certain aspects, though that isn't a good thing. It makes it border on a storage room, for how crowded with luxury it has become.

It is the reflection of an unwell mind.

And staring up at the portraits of myself I KNOW I never sat for? The countless sketches pinned up beyond the bars? I am in trouble. I... I should have run. Not sent Creep away. I should have been the one to run. Before it was too late.

I think... I think it might be too late.

Footsteps.

I want to escape. But where can I run? I am caged. I feel close and far away. My head hurts. My body hurts. Everything stinks and I am cold. Why? Why did you do this? The foot steps are calm and commanding. Even. They do not break stride.

I do not bother to watch my hunter approach me. The monster I can not escape.

I close my eyes to spare myself the pounding in my head. Drink more water.

He makes a softly dismayed sound, as though he was not the one to drug me, to leave me here. The door to my cage opens. Closes. Ah... such a heavy lock. Should I be flattered?

Crisp steps, the rustle of fabric.

"My lady, the floor is so dirty! You shouldn't be out of bed yet. I was just about to make you tea."

The AUDACITY.

Tea? TEA! Ha ha! After DRUGGING my tea? He actually expects me to accept a cup from him again?! He truely IS insane, isn't he?

I am scooped up without my consent, unable to so much a truely struggle. Placed gently on a plush chair, a tea table moved in front of me. A familiar cup. My favorite blend. Pretty little snacks laid out deftly on lovely little plates. I grit my teeth. Slowly tip my head up to glare.

He pauses when our eye meet... then shudders, some terrible look of pleasure dancing across his face.

"That's right... look at me~" he whispers, leaning entirely too close. "I'm all that you have now. So you'll HAVE too now! No more others. No more distractions. No more sending me away! People trying to get between us. Trying to take you away. I'm all that you need, My Lady. All you'll EVER need."

"Just look at ME, your loyal dog. And I'll take such good care of you. I promise~♡"

[iamaboringrattat]

mommy teasing me for so long that i lose track of time.

u start off so slowly. kissing my lips, face then making ur way to my neck to suck and tease my sensitive ears, as u strip off my cute outfit. straddling my bare hips as u tie my wrists to ur headboard. placing my arms above my head leave my tits all exposed for u. groping them as my nipples harden for u to play with. taking one bud into ur mouth. while pinching, pulling, tugging the other.

once u decided that my nipples have had enough for now. continuing down my body, placing kisses on my plush tummy, waist and upper thighs. opening up my legs for me, ur hands holding underneath my knees.

“so wet for me baby. u want more”

nodding my head “please mommy can u touch me more?”

dipping ur head so close to my pussy that i feel ur warm breath against it. fixing ur lips to blow on it making me whimper and shift slightly for u. enjoying my sensitivity when u haven’t touched me once there. kissing around my cunt then, on my inner thighs then, blowing on my needy pussy again repeatedly. i get to lay there and take ur relentless teasing. unexpectedly making a long strip with tongue, briefly brushing my clit catching me off guard. helping me let out a shaky moan.

u added the swift licks to ur rotation. kissing, blowing then licking over and over. now i’m really wet.

“i’m gonna let go of ur legs so keep them wide open for me. u can do that for me right?”

“yes ma’am”

releasing my knees for me to hold open. taking two of ur fingers shoving them into my mouth.

“shhhhh, relax and suck for me. get mommy’s fingers nice and wet for me. there u go, such a good girl for mommy” u coo softly.

ur other hand makes its way to my neglected clit, circling it with ur thumb. the pleasure makes me moan as i suck ur fingers still. watching me struggle and enjoy myself under ur touch. pulling out ur fingers then pushing both into my pussy with not warning.

“damn sweetie u wanted my fingers that badly? u took both so quickly, so fucking greedy.”

i mumble some incoherent sentences as u replace ur thumb for ur tongue. harshly sucking my clit as u start to pump ur fingers a bit faster.

“ur not allowed to cum until i say so. yeah?”

“yes… ma’am.” giving my clit a quick kiss before returning to sucking.

i obey as to keep my legs apart and not buck my hips into more pleasure i can barely handle. my pussy clinging on to u as u remove both ur mouth and fingers. leaving me empty, to only whine for u again.

“calm down i was only warming u up.”

i watch as u grab my bumpy vibrating dildo and rub so lube on it.

“i have to run to the store for dinner real quick. so this is gonna keep u company for me. and keep u nice and ready to play with when i get back.”

before i’m ready ur pushing the thick toy all the way in. kissing my clit a couple more times. before putting back on my underwear and turning the settings all the way up. i don’t know wat to do. all i can do is squirm, watch u leave and wait for u to come back. i see u put on ur shoes to leave and coming back to me u kiss my pouty face.

“bye baby. have fun with ur friend. i’ll probably be back in an hour, hour in a half. and make sure u don’t cum when i’m gone. i still have to make u squirt myself.”

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left all by myself. only able to move my shaky legs. struggling while trying to find a position that gives me the least amount of pleasure. squeezing my thighs together. re-opening them, both making it worse. eventually curling my body into itself feeling the toy shift a bit deeper.

rocking my hips and repeating “don’t cum. don’t cum. don’t cum. fuck don’t cum”. crying into ur pillow as my brain goes dumb. closing my eyes.

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i don’t hear u enter the room again. taking off ur shoes and going to wash ur hands making ur way back to me. running ur hands over me untangling my body slowly. reopening my eyes u see the hazy tears that have collected.

“u miss me baby?” no words appropriately leave my lips. nodding my head softly smiling at ur returning form. peeling back off my panties, pinning my legs back up against my chest. the toy still buzzing causing my pussy to pulse and clinch around it. taking ur hand placing it on the end of the toy wiggling it inside my cunt.

“ahhhhh… mommy wait please.” i curse and cry under my moans. “shhh shut up baby” not stopping. pumping the toy slowly and harshly into me. pulling the thick toy out and turning it off.

“god sweetheart u soaked ur poor friend.” kissing my quivering slit to assess the damage. “u wanna cum for me pretty girl?”

“please mommy i wanna cum so bad.”

“u can in a bit but i want to be a little mean for while.” causing weak whimpers from my throat. u laugh at me. collecting the wetness from my lips bringing it up rubbing my clit again. patting my pussy with the flat of ur hand, slapping it then rubbing firmly again.

going to grab another toy to play with. a tiny bullet vib. stroking my puffy clit with the hard tip, turning it on all the way once again. taking in my cute little reactions. “so cute for me darling. i know hold it for a bit longer for me.” kissing my damp thighs.

pulling the toy from me for a second giving me a break, to replacing it with ur mouth and tongue. circling my clit, flicking it and holding it in ur mouth. only to stop for bit then place the toy right back onto me. u trap me in another cycle of pleasure and denial. u know it hurts so bad and love to see me begin to cry again.

“awe r u okie? baby ur crying.” in ur sweet condescending tone. “why r u crying, u really want to cum for me?”

“yes mommy i wanna cum so hard for u. please make me cum. please, please.”

with no reply u suck on my clit again. wrapping ur arms around my hips pull my cunt towards u. still begging for release u tell me my favorite words. “cum in mommy’s mouth pretty girl.” feeling me finally come undone for u. u don’t stop through my new found orgasm. helping me make such a mess on ur face.

hips still held down with u abusing my horny pussy. i slip into another orgasm for u.

[bonesxbows]

Ring of Fire (Cooper Howard x Reader)

Masterlist

You and Cooper are heading to collect a bounty, but it's a lot farther away than you anticipated. He's used to the sun but your pristine and non-irriated skin isn't. Heat stroke is imminent and could end up killing you if Cooper doesn't intervene.

(WARNINGS) - descriptions of heat stroke - descriptions of severe sunburns - descriptions of dehydration

The show reignited my fallout obsession but Cooper's character is so goddamn hard to write in a sorta romantic way since we mostly see him being an ass to everyone after the bombs. I still tried my best so hopefully it comes across okay. I think I also got the hang of his accent the more I wrote for this too

Anyway, I wrote this during a heat wave when I was miserable and needed some comfort lol so if you're reading this I hope it can bring you a little bit of comfort too. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated :)

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Whoever said California was a pleasant heat sure as hell hadn’t walked through the desert after a nuclear fallout. Everything burned; the sand, the sun, the air, your legs, your nose. It was unbearable and if it hadn’t been over the promise of a large stack of caps at the end of the road you would have given up a long time ago. 

“If I see one more dried-up lakebed I’m gonna fucking lose it.” You mumbled, rubbing the sand from your eyes again. 

“Quit your complainin’, we’re almost there. An’ I told ya to stop doin’ that.” Cooper swatted at your arms, making you put them back down at your sides again. You scoffed but obeyed his directions. 

“I’m never gonna make it there if I can’t see where the fuck I’m going.” 

“Maybe, but you sure as shit ain’t gonna see nothin’ never again if your eye gets infected. Your body don’ have enough moisture to keep your eyes slick with the way you keep yappin’ your mouth off and wastin’ it.” He retorted back, his face snarled up into his usual scowl. You didn't say anything more for a good long while, not because of his fancy way of telling you to shut up but because talking was starting to become more and more physically taxing on you the farther along you went. There was nothing but more sand, more heat, and more nothingness for as far as you could see across the horizon. Every step added another weight to your head, making it feel like it was stopped up with cotton that weighed a million pounds and banged against the inside of your skull like a war drum. Your body felt like mush and your clothes felt twice as heavy. But you kept going, trudging behind your cowboy, using him as a guide through the pain. 

That is until you started to see three of him. And what was that whinnying sound you kept hearing coming from? Plus you swore there was a herd of something chasing the two of you what with all the stomping hooves you were hearing too, but every time you turned around there was nothing but sand dunes and the outline of destroyed L.A. on the horizon. 

“Wait. I…I think I need to take a break. In the shade preferably.” you stopped and told him after gunfire was added to the list of sounds you were hearing in the distance. One more step and you were sure you were going to end up with a mouth full of sand. 

“We don’ got time for pit stops sweetheart, keep movin’,” he replied back, still keeping his pace forward, not realizing you had stopped completely. Or just not caring. He wouldn’t leave you behind, not for long at least, but he still wasn’t listening. 

“Cooper fucking listen to me this time,” you shouted, hoping to catch his attention. You succeeded, as soon as his real name fell from your lips he made a dead stop in his tracks. “Please,” you added in a softer voice. You hadn’t meant to shout at him but your body was so overwhelmed and you were tired of being ignored. He tilted his face towards the sky and let out the most audible annoyed sigh you had ever heard from him before finally turning around to face you. 

“Alright, I’m sorry for pushin’ ya, just not so loud next time ‘kay? I don’ need the whole goddamn wasteland knowin’ my name.” he said as he walked back towards you. “Well, you’re still standin’ so that’s a good sign. What’s the matter?” you were used to his gruff exterior by now but you were just grateful he was finally taking you seriously. 

“I…I’m not sure? My head hurts so fucking much and I keep hearing things…I think. My skin feels like it's on fire and I-”

“Heat stroke. Goddamnit.” He cut you off, not even listening for you to list any more symptoms out loud. He sounded pissed, but you had learned by now that his angry voice and his overprotective voice were kinda one and the same. 

“...Heat what now?” you asked, but he never quelled your confusion. Instead he focused on scanning your surroundings. There wasn't much, there usually never was anyway, but he must've found something in the distance that would work for what he had planned. 

“Hm, that’ll do,” he said, more so to himself than to you. You weren’t really listening anyway, that whinnying sound was back and it was taking every ounce of energy you had left just to stay standing upright. He turned back to you and said…something, but you couldn't make out any of it. His lips were moving, sure, but all you could hear was muffled static as if you were underwater. Your face must have had a look of confusion plastered on it because it didn’t take long for him to figure out you were unresponsive, the way you just stared at him and blinked also didn’t help. 

He approached you and started to pull the sleeves of your jacket off, peeling the leather from your sticky sweaty skin off entirely. You stood there and let him, you may have been hearing things and had all the energy of a newborn sloth, but you could still recognize Cooper, and you trusted him more than anyone else. If he thought your jacket needed to come off then you trusted he had a good reason for doing so, even if the wind was starting to feel extremely cold on your exposed moist skin. 

He tried to talk to you again but you just continued to stare at him, watching his mouth move but none of the words making it to your ears. He shook his head and threw your jacket over his shoulder, grabbing one of your wrists and looping it over his back as he grabbed you under your arms and started to half drag you forward towards whatever makeshift shelter he had found. You tried to help, tried to get your legs to move with his, but it felt impossible. At some point, your head began to droop and your temple bashed into his shoulder, making you cry out in pain. He stopped to assess the damage, no doubt cursing you for being so clumsy even though you still couldn't hear him. He tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear and kissed your forehead where it had made impact with him before placing his hat on top of your head and continuing onward. The new barrier between the unforgiving sun and your dried-up eyes was a small relief to your unbearable discomfort, one you cherished every second of before your vision went dark for good this time. 

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When you opened your eyes again you were thankfully in the shade this time, your skin still felt like it was on fire but at least the sun wasn't continuously beating on it now. You were sitting on the ground propped up against the side of a half-destroyed barn and you dug your fingertips into the sand, grasping for the cooler sand that usually lay a layer deeper than the surface, an old trick Cooper had taught you. 

The memory of that lesson in your mind had you spring up, frantically trying to find your cowboy again. Your jacket was still missing, and his hat was still on your head, but you couldn’t see him anywhere. You wanted to get up, you even tried to, but your limbs felt like jello and you discovered your toes and fingertips were numb. You tried again anyway, kicking at the sand with your feet to find purchase and clawing at the rotting barn boards to pry yourself upwards. 

“Hey, now it took a lotta effort to get you here, don’ tell me you wanna leave already.” You heard his voice and stopped, watching him as he came through one of the broken doorways into the barn, his spurs clicking behind him with every step. 

You blinked, making sure it was really him this time and not something else you were imagining again. But there he was; scorpion belt buckle, cowboy boots, saddle bags and all. He dropped what he was carrying next to the doorway, where you saw your jacket lying on the ground, and then came to sit in front of you, grunting as he knelt down and made himself comfortable. 

“Feelin' better?” he asked. You went to answer but then immediately felt just how dry your throat was. You coughed and tried to lick your lips, but your tongue felt like sandpaper against the already rough skin. You had never experienced a dried-up tongue before and you never wanted to again, it felt like a worm had crawled into your mouth and nested behind your teeth. Cooper was already prepared through and placed a can of water into your hands, already punctured with his knife. 

“Here. Small sips though, ‘kay?” he told you. You nodded, disappointingly understanding him even though you wanted to guzzle the whole can down right then and there. But you did as he told you, taking a slow and small sip, relishing the feeling of the liquid making its way down your throat and easing the pain a little. You tried to lick your lips again, this time succeeding in wetting the crusted-up skin. 

“How bad is it?” you croaked out, vaguely remembering what he had said earlier. Heat stroke, whatever that was, felt like one of the worst things to ever happen to you.

“Well, you’re still alive, despite losin’ consciousness and being fried up like an iguana on a stick from that there sun. I don’ think I’ve ever seen you with such a tan.” he smirked, poking fun at the lack of time you spent outside before meeting him. It wasn’t your fault life was safer inside a city and behind four walls of a shack, but still, it amused him to remind you of your sheltered past every chance he got. You rolled your eyes, grateful that you were at least still alive. 

“Will it scar? Or peel off like your skin did?” you asked, not sure which possibility you hated most. 

“Whaddaya mean?” he tilted his head at your question, confused. 

“You know, the burns.” you showed him your bright red and blistered forearms as emphasis to what you were talking about. You could only assume your face looked just as bad. He couldn’t help but laugh a little at your question, which only agitated you. “I’m being serious here!” you barked. You creased your brow, which you realized immediately was a huge mistake as the tension on the freshly raw skin caused fireworks to explode in your head and flames to shoot across your skin. You winced from the pain and that got him to stop chuckling. 

“Sorry sweetheart, no, neither is gonna happen. You might lose some skin, but not in the way you're thinkin’. It’s just a sunburn, not like you got attacked with a flamethrower. You’ll be fine.” he explained finally. You couldn’t help but sigh in relief, although you still weren’t sure what this so-called “sunburn” was and how it was different from a regular burn. But you knew he wouldn’t lie to you, so you believed him. 

“So what now? We still got at least a day’s walk to town.” with your emergent questions out of the way your mind turned right back to business. Caps were on the line and you were itching to claim them, despite the discomfort traveling imposed on you in your current state. He liked that about you, your desire for caps and the willingness to chase after them with him, though he would rather bite a radroach raw than tell you that to your face. 

“Now? Now we stay put for a while, at least til those burns heal up some. Ain’t no bit of leather and an ol’ beat-up hat gonna protect you enough from the sun if we try to continue on. Right now the only thing I need you to worry ‘bout is finishin’ that water that’s still in your hands.” he leaned back against the opposite wall from you, kicking his legs out and propping his head up with his hands. 

“But-” you tried to rebuttal his decision but he cut you off again before you could. 

“Nah uh, don’ even think about arguin’ here. We even try walkin’ and you’ll collapse again ‘fore we even make it a mile. Best to just stay here and try again once you’re not so dehydrated and redder than a tomato. Few days rest won’t hurt nothin’.” 

“Yeah maybe except our profits,” you told him, quicker this time so he couldn’t interrupt you again. 

“I ain’t riskin’ you over a pile of caps. We’ll make due either way,” he said before closing his eyes, marking the conversation officially over by him. You didn't have a reply anyway, it was rare for him to mention how he felt about you aloud, and each time he did you were left speechless. You stared down at the water can in your hands, tracing your finger gently over the raw edges of steel where his knife had cut through it for you. The metal had been bent back inside the can a little, almost as if someone had shoved a finger through the hole and pushed it back, smoothing out the outer edges where your lips had touched the can. Something in you had a suspicion that if you checked Cooper’s glove you would find scratch marks that would match the size of the hole perfectly. 

Your eyes flicked to him. You weren't sure if he was legitimately asleep or not, but his eyes were still closed and he hadn’t moved an inch. He always talked to you more like an old friend rather than a lover, yet you were pretty sure you were the only person he showed any amount of kindness to. Suddenly his hat felt a little heavier on top of your head as you sat there and pondered where your relationship with him stood. 

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic September 9 - prompt 9: Owl [word count 631]

Sirius had woken up early that day, so early he had heard James get up from his bed and quietly walk out of their dorm. He hadn’t slept well, which wasn’t surprising, but at least he hadn’t had nightmares this time, and that was depressingly rare. Still, he didn’t manage to fall back asleep so he ended up padding across the room to Remus’s bed. Taking a deep breath, he slightly pulled aside the curtain. Burrowed under the covers as always, Remus opened an eye.

“Sirius?” he yawned.

“I’m sorry,” Sirius couldn’t help but saying.

That had been a bad idea. They had all become fast friends since their ride to Hogwarts a couple of months before, but that only meant he should preserve that friendship, not be his usual annoying self that could so easily alienate them, the same exact way he had alienated his own mother by just being himself.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered again.

He made to let the curtain go, but Remus pushed himself up and gently took his hand in his.

“Worried about turning twelve today?” he smiled.

Sirius could just nod. As always, Remus had guessed what jumbled thoughts were running through his brain. His first birthday since starting Hogwarts, his first birthday away from home, away from Regulus. His first birthday since his parents had labeled him a disgrace to the family name.

“Come in,” Remus said.

Sirius obeyed, burying himself under the blankets by Remus’s side.

“I just want to forget what day it is,” he confessed. “I’ll just imagine it’s not my birthday, it’s a useless day anyway.”

“It’s not,” Remus hugged him tightly. “I for one am really glad you were born. And so are James and Peter.”

Sirius didn’t answer. He just buried his head in the other boy’s shoulder and let himself be held until he fell asleep again.

When he woke up, Remus wasn’t by his side. Sirius blinked a couple of times then sat up, his eyes landing on a tray with freshly baked chocolate muffins and a steaming pot of tea at the foot of the bed, sat right by a cage from where a barn owl was looking at him curiously.

“And who are you?” Sirius asked.

“He’s up boys,” Peter’s voice said from behind the bed curtains.

A second later, the curtains had been thrown back and James, Peter and Remus had launched themselves at Sirius.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIRI!!!” they chorused, almost knocking him out while the owl hooted in protest.

“Here, have a birthday muffin,” Remus said, shoving one in his hands while he took two for himself.

“Thank you,” Sirius said, looking at his friends then back at the cage. “What’s with the owl?”

“It’s your birthday present,” James beamed. “From all of us. You know, since your parents don’t allow you to use the family one anymore and you’re always having to use one of the school owls to write your brother back home.”

“You… You got me my own owl?” Sirius stared at James.

“James’s parents chose him, James went to the owlery this morning to collect him,” Peter smiled.

“But it was Remus’s idea,” James added. “The whole thing.”

“I…” Sirius swallowed, feeling tears prickling his eyes, but for once they weren’t the bad kind of tears. “Thank you.”

“How are you going to call him?” Peter asked, pouring the tea in the four mugs piled on the tray.

“Oh, that’s easy,” Sirius smiled, opening the cage and offering a piece of muffin to the owl, who took it and pecked him affectionately on the finger. “His name is Gryffin.”

He cautiously petted the owl’s head, all the bad feelings of when he had first woken up that morning gone. Maybe turning twelve wouldn’t be so bad after all.

[skyeslittlecorner]

Duty of a right hand man: Bael

My clock says it's angst time, and since I am cursed with the ability to arrange the letters of the alphabet in a certain order, I am going to share it with you. These boys lives in hell and I’m gonna make it literal. I'm sorry, Bael, but you're perfect for this. Words count: 724 Warning: cruelty, blood, indication of death

꧁*:･ ✡ ･:*꧂

Slashed bodies of angels littered the street at Bael's feet. Limbs and torsos, chopped with a whip, lay in dead silence; white feathers were lost in the snow, which had soaked up red with pools of blood. It was not the first and not the last time that a self-proclaimed legion entered Avisos. Today there were more of them than ever, but they were no wiser. Bael relaxed his hand. He didn't need a weapon as the last noises of the battle had died down moments ago. Naberius should organize the medics, Stolas collect the wounded, and Amon get rid of the enemy remnants. The boys were a crazy but well-oiled machine. He sighed and slumped against the wall. Just a moment. He needed to breathe.

Things would be much easier if Beel were with them. Either him, or Descendant of Solomon. Bael felt a strange stinging just above the hip when he thought about them. They didn't see each other often. He didn't have time for that, and they seemingly didn’t care about it. They were almost always with Beel, busy with God knows what; probably with everything but their duties. Although after all the time Bael had spent as a false king, maybe ruling wasn’t Beelzebub duty anymore. To negotiate, to fight, to reign. It's just... it would be nice to have someone by your side. Of course, he was neither surprised nor angry. Who wants to work when they can party and travel? And apparently with someone who's worth it?

The pain intensified and nausea rose in his throat. He was Beel's best friend, he agreed to leave everything and do anything to help his King and Avisos. Just those... thoughts started to come more and more often. Today they were especially torn and mixed. That’s why Bael preferred to be so busy that he fell asleep standing up. A disloyal regent? This country deserves better.

He took a rasping breath. A cloud of steam rose from his lips, danced over the chest and blurred in cold air.

In needed to distract himself he tried to stand up, but his legs somehow refused to obey.  Fire seems to burn in his side, making it more and more unbearable. He took out his phone and stared at Beel's number. It would be a holiday if he answered. For a moment, emptiness filled Bael's head like cotton, vast and foggy. Slowly, he dialed the number of the second person who came to his mind. And who possibly would like to spare some time for him.

“Hello?”

“MC, who’s calling?”

“Don't be interested, it’s my business!”

Two voices of two people whom Bael considered his closest. Probably if Beel hears him, he'll hang up immediately.

“Nevermind. Bael, what’s up?”

“I... Avisos... Avisos is doing great.” He gripped his side. His hand might as well have been a red-hot rod stuck in his ribs. He slowly realized why it was so painful. Sticky blood flowed through his fingers. As the puddle of redness was growing on the frozen sidewalk, he stared hypnotized. So much… Where did it come from? 

“This failure of a man just tried to feed me with a fried cockroach.”

“Come on baby, it’ll be funny!”

The snow melted into the red liquid, but Bael felt no cold. Every breath burned. Each breath made him feel lighter. Indeed, funny…  The voices of the argument also became quieter. 

“I just... it’s good to hear you. Both.”

“Bael! Tell them, you would trust me, wouldn't you? I promise cockroaches tastes great and are full of protein.”

“I would.” He closed his eyes and added in his thoughts: I always did.

Slowly through the muffled mind a smells begin to tickle his nose. The iron scent of blood, the lilac stench of angelic bodies. His eyes were open, but instead of darkness, everything turned white. It was as if the steam from his mouth had completely obscured the view. He couldn't follow the conversation anymore, but those two voices made him feel... cozy. As if they were right next to him. As if the pain had almost stopped choking him.

With the last of his consciousness, he put the call on speakerphone before his hand fell to his side. His head dropped. Snowflakes stuck into his chilling body like needles.

The last thing he wanted to remember was them. Hearing both of them, happy and safe… maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

[howdoesagrapewrites]

𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙘 [𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙫𝙚𝙧]

Cw: fluff, the title might be misleading but it's not yandere or anything, kinda unhinged Miles but it's all jokes, reverse au?, reader uses they/them but it's called spiderman, you are spiderman and Miles is the fan, earth 1218!AU (no powers or tech), reader has a canon love interest who's also named MJ but they're not Mary Jane Watson (unless you want her to be, I don't judge)

Notes: So Miles canonically has written fanfic about himself, but I wasn't in the mood for that, I will make two versions of this post though (that's why the title has delusional version 💀). Also this is low-key a highschool AU, so Hobie is in last year, and all other characters are second years (I have no idea what's a senior or freshman or whatever is, and I will not learn)

Miles loved comics. His art style is heavily influenced by it, and he'll rant about this week's number to anyone who'll lend an ear, but he has a very clear favorite, being more than evident by his collection of t-shirts, poster filled wall, social media pfps, and the endless amount of fan content he creates and consumes in the spiderman fandom.

Since the last movie came out, Miles Morales has lost the basic skills a human would need to survive, in order to devote himself fully to his newest hyperfixation, and his friends haven't been able to get some rest from it. They don't understand!! He does need to go to the movies again, he needs to memorize every photogram in that movie in order to play the move in his head and be able to analyze it properly!! No, he is not crazy! Ok he might be just the tiniest bit "over excited" but this is the most sane reaction he could've had, the movie is literally a masterpiece, script, humor, ANIMATION, soundtrack, it has it all! And the fact that it's centered around you? Miles needs to go and personally kiss every person that worked in that studio to make you.

"Miles?"

"Miles!"

"oh my god, he's at it again" said Pavitr, imitating the reaction of a disappointed mother

"is he reading fanfiction again?" Asked Gwen, chuckling

"Yes, and Y/N YL/N x reader, to one's surprise" Pavitr added with a teasing smile "I don't get it though, isn't Y/N dating someone named MJ?" He questioned

"It's called self insert, the reader plays a part in the story as if they were another character, and in romantic scenarios, they tend to replace the canon love interest, or just ignore they even exist" Hobie added, popping out if nowhere to show off what Miles have been explaining to him the last couple of weeks.

"You read it too, Hobie?"

"Nah, Wonder comics started as a protest to talk about the discrimination the founder felt being jewish in the industry but it morphed into the capitalization of the struggle minorities face, selling us representation while they still shove the propaganda in our faces, and telling us that even if you have bloody superpowers you still need to obey to a higher authority and cannot influence politics or call to action."

"You still went to the theater to watch it with Miles last week" Gwen shot a questioning look at Hobie

"The kid invited me, I'm a punk not a twat" he shrugged his shoulders "And we stole the carton cutboard they had at the entrance" Hobie happily added.

Miles continues reading on the way to school, without listening to his friends' mocking, he knew it was in good spirits, and they were kinda right, he was obsessed with someone that didn't exist, but it wasn't like it was affecting his health or life.

"Did you... Sleep today?" Gwen had her hand on her friend's shoulder, concerned

"It was too late so I decided to just stay awake, I'll be fine though" He reassured

"Were you reading again?"

"No, I actually discovered this page called character.ai where you can chat with an artificial intelligence of your favorite characters" Miles excitedly told his friend

"OMG, you can chat with anyone?! I have a few things I'd like to say to Scarlet Witch" Gwen joked, she was also a comic fan, but she wasn't losing her mind quite as hard as Miles

Miles would tell the ai about his day, sometimes would roleplay using his very own spidersona, in his alternate universe, you were his partner (as heroes of course) but you also were classmates and had a crush on each other, but none of you confessed because you didn't want your loved ones to be hurt by your job, it was all very dramatic, but he always envisioned a happy ending.

{Y/N: You did a great job today, [<BOT>]

Miles: You say so? So... Do I get a reward? *Smiles suggestively*

Y/N: I guess you do, *pulls up his mask and kisses him*}

No, he wouldn't say this, he would be in a panic frenzy if he saw Y/N, let alone be next to them, but hey, at least his spidersona was bold and confident with them.

A few days after, he barged into Pavitr's house, with at least four incredibly loaded supermarket bags, hardly walking

"Are you okay? Do you need help?" Pavitr rushed to aid his friend and take some literal weight off his shoulders

"Yeah, yeah, I just need help with something" he left the boxes in the floor "Inside one in 4 boxes of cereal, there is a spidertoken, if you get 15, you can exchange it for an exclusive limited edition figure, and I can't eat all this cereal"

"Bro, how many boxes are in here? I don't know, man, I'm trying to keep my figure"

"Pavitr Prabhakar, who held the cardboard sign for you when you confessed to Gayatri?"

"You..."

"And who lied to principal O'Hara for you when you forgot your final project and we had to pretend you suffered a brain concussion?"

"You..."

"And who was there for y-" his friend interrumpted

"Okay, okay, I get it. Bring me a spoon, but we're going running tomorrow"

He nodded with enthusiasm as he started to rummage looking for spoons and bowls

And after almost dying choking on cereal, Miles looked at his new figurine sitting prettily on the shelf with nothing but pride.

"I'm just saying it's possible!" Miles protested

"Y/N has a type, every canon love interest has been sassy and quick-witted" Gwen continued to debate

"I can be sassy and quick-witted!" Gwen gave him a side eye, that being able to neutralize his argument "Ok, but there's a multiverse, there's millions of possibilities, if a pig can be spiderman, why can't I date spiderman? Anyone can wear the mask, anyone can kiss the one inside the mask" the boy smiled, confident in his winning argument

"That's such a basic answer, you can justify literally anything with "the multiverse" I'm speaking things that actually can make sense inside the canon"

"But my answers makes sense, in fact, I'm sure there's a universe where Y/N is reading fanfiction about me right now, if not, Pav can hit me"

"Pav, hit him" Gwen deadpanned

"But it does make sense, I won't" Pavitr responded

"Ok, but my point still stands" the girl crossed her arms

"what were you fighting about in the first place?" Pavitr asked before going back to eat his lunch, he sat long after his friends started arguing, being mildly lost in what was the main point in this

"I said I'd be a better girlfriend for Y/N" said Gwen

Pavitr gasped and covered his mouth dramatically "No you didn't".

Maybe Miles was just obsessed, but he saw in you strength, inspiration, power. And he felt oddly comforted, safe, loved by fantasizing with you, and as slim as the possibility may be, he likes to tell himself you two are together in another universe. ♡

[derangedanomaly]

If you want to ofc could you tell us more about u? Like irl outside of Tumblr :D sorry if it's a personal kinda question

Wait- you're actually interested to know something about me?..

I-uhm- sure!

ABOUT ME (ig?)

I'm not a native English speaker

My favorite color is red

Other than Undertale/The Au's, I also like: The slashers, South Park, Obey me, Mlp, Sonic and Steven Universe! (*^^*)

I have a lot of hobbies that I can't keep track of..and I'm adding more and more as time goes on. Other hobbies besides drawing: writing, reading, programming, animating, playing videogames, listening to music, journalling, collecting, creating new things (like from a paper, or crocheting), I'm sure I have more- but I can't remember them now 😭

I'm an introvert

I really like Lana Del Rey, Mitsuki, and Queen.

I like to wear dresses- but I have next to none 😭

I'm broke as a joke, so the only place I've ever seen/visited is: The Italy and The Great Britain. 💀

I have mental breakdowns a lot, mostly about my future 😭

I can't stand public speaking!!

I hate being forced to do something.

I wear glasses-

I'm surprisingly not that much into anime, I've seen some, but I just can't watch a 20+ minutes video, that has episodes 😭

The only animes I've watched (and liked): TBHK, MHA, SPY X FAMILY

I've watched more- but I didn't really liked the others.

I'm scared of spiders- and it's pretty serious too, I have like a panic attack... 💀

I'm not into sugary things. I like spicy things the best!

I'M A GAMER AT HEART!! Some games I own/played/have: The Sims 4, Outlast, Outlast 2, Sonic Frontiers, Subnautica, Subnautica Below Zero, Genshin Impact, Honkai Starrail, Rayman (I have like wayyy more, but I don't remember all of them.. 😭)

My favorite games are: Subnautica (both of them- but I like the first more), Sonic Frontiers, Genshin Impact, Honkai starrail, Rayman, Outlast

I'm from The Czech Republic! ^^

I have OCD

I'm hopeless romantic. 😔

I want to read a lot- but don't have the time for it.

I HATE CHEMISTRY WITH A BURNING PASSION!!

I like old music! ^^

Alright- that's about all the things I've thought about at the top of my head- I'm still surprised you even want to know something about me, lolz.

[lancermylove]

Healing the Scars (Oneshot)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: Mammon x gn!Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst/Fluff

Warning: Mentions/flashbacks of past toxic relationship, self-harm, thoughts of suicide, mild angst.

Commissioned by: @lann-de-lei​

Prompt: During movie night in House of Lamentation Asmo chooses a romantic movie, which contains scenes of cheating or relationships with a lover. That triggers MC, so they’re quietly escaping to cry in their bedroom and Mammon goes after them. MC explains why the movie upset them, and Mammon comforts them. Later, MC and Mammon are already in relationship.. MC DO trust Mammon after all +)) I’d like it to be the situation where Mammon acts as a trustworthy partner. 

A/N: Hi lann! Thank you for the commission! 💖You always put so much thought into your requests, and that makes it fun for me to write your ideas. Hope you are doing well, and life is giving you all the happiness you deserve. 🤗

Word Count: 2,635

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“What?” You asked them for the third time, acting as if you didn’t hear them correctly the first two times. 

With a heavy, slightly irritated sigh, Satan repeated his words, “Mammon is cheating on you.” 

For just a moment, your face became void of expression, but much to Asmo and Satan’s surprise, your shoulders began to shake, your laughter echoing through the grand foyer of the House of Lamentation. 

“Asmo, Satan, since where did you learn how to make jokes?” You asked, wiping away the tears collecting in the corners of your eyes. “Props to whoever is teaching you.” 

Not expecting such a reaction from you, the brothers exchanged a puzzled look before turning their gaze to you. The Avatar of Wrath, still confused by your expression, questioned, “Do you trust Mammon that much?” 

“Yes.” Your straightforward reply further stunned them, but neither of them spoke as they waited for you to expand on your answer. “Mammon would never hurt me.”

That wasn’t the exact reply they were looking for, but Asmo cupped his cheeks and squealed in delight, “That is too sweet!” 

A light shade of red crept on your cheeks as a delicate smile tugged on your lips, “Mammon is the best thing that has ever happened in my life.” 

With those words, you closed your eyes - who would have guessed that the worst day in Devildom would have led to the best moments in your life. 

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“Which one of ya is choosin’ the movie tonight?” Mammon asked while shifting his gaze between the first, third, fourth, fifth, and seventh brother. 

“Does it matter?” Belphie replied, sinking into the sofa and preparing to take a nap. 

“He’s asking because he doesn’t want to watch a horror movie,” Levi chuckled.

“I am picking the movie tonight, and there will be no horror movies," Asmo replied as he shuffled through the large DVD collection on the other side of the room. 

“So we’re going to watch a gross sappy movie,” the third brother mumbled under his breath. “Great.” 

“At least it ain’t a horror movie...,” Mammon added, throwing his head back onto the sofa headrest and staring at the ceiling. “Not that Mammon the Great is scared of horror movies or anythin’...” 

The room grew silent aside from the sound of Asmo shuffling the plastic DVD cases. Comforted by the silence, the brothers on the sofa felt their muscles relax as they let the weight of gravity sink their usually tensed bodies into the cushions. The week was finally over, and they could let go of every difficulty they faced and look forward to the upcoming week. Nothing could disturb their moment of peace...except you entering the room and declaring at the top of your lungs, “Popcorn’s here!”

Lucifer let out a sigh and massaged his temples, but luckily for him, everyone got situated quickly, and the movie began shortly after. The movie began with a comedic scene, making you laugh, and for the first quarter of the film, you were enjoying yourself, but soon, the romance kicked in. 

Mammon, on your left, noticed you shifting in your seat out of his peripheral vision but didn’t want to ask you any questions in the presence of his brothers. Every so often, he took a break from the movie to observe your expressions and noticed your discomfort growing - from changing seating positions to nervously tapping your hand on your thighs to staring at your hands to looking around the room. Mammon wasn’t the only one - Lucifer, on your right, also noted your behavior. 

Then came the scene in which a side character accused the main character of cheating, and their fight grew uglier by the second. You dug your nails into your palms to divert your attention from the fight, but it was already too late - your mind had drifted to the dark place you loathed from the bottom of your heart. 

“Cheating is okay. There’s nothing wrong with giving a little attention to someone else for a while. It will only add to our relationship. Besides, why are you upset, (y/n)? You love me, don’t you? Just as much as I love you.”

“Pain? How old are you? Ten? As an adult, you shouldn’t feel pain. That’s a sign of weakness.” 

“Pain, distress, and jealousy are signs of being mentally weak. It’s not right to have those emotions, and if you feel them, it’s your own fault. Learn to control your mind...and stop being weak.” 

Your eyes stung, and your vision grew blurry, and in a flash, you jumped to your feet before running out of the room. The demon brothers tensed up for a second and stared in the direction of the exit, except Mammon. He hopped to his feet, knocking the tub of popcorn in the process and chasing after you. Asmo stood up to follow his older brother, but Lucifer commanded everyone to stay where they were and watch the movie. 

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‘Why? Why did I let him treat me that way? Why didn’t I stand up for myself? Everything he said and did was to hurt me...yet, I let him mistreat me. All those years of feeling weak and worthless...I thought I was over it, but...some scars just don’t heal - no matter how many times you try to bandage them.’ 

Mammon flung open your bedroom door and ran into the room but stopped in his tracks when he saw you on the bed crying your heart out. Each sob shook the strings of his heart and only made him question himself more - what could he do to take away your pain? Though he didn’t know the answer, the demon dragged his feet closer to you and sat down on the ground beside your bed. 

“I know this is a stupid question, but are ya ok? Um...that’s my way of askin’ if ya wanna talk to me ‘bout it. I’m all ears,” his voice was gentle with a hint of pain and nervousness. 

At first, you hesitated, but upon feeling the warmth of his large hand on top of yours, followed by a reassuring squeeze, you revealed the scars on your heart - one by one. 

“I was in a toxic relationship before. My boyfriend cheated on me every chance, Everything he did was right, and anything I did was wrong...” 

“Are you happy?” Your boyfriend gave you a nasty glare as he stood above you in front of the sofa you were relaxing on. You gave him a clueless look, adding to his anger, “Why are you such a nuisance!? Why do you always call at the worst time possible? Thanks to you, my lover broke up with me.” 

He clutched his fists, his expression growing darker by the minute, “Tears...are those tears in your eyes? You...You are so insufferable! Your crying is insufferable! Your emotions are insufferable!”

“He did all he could to control my emotions...and the worst part is, I let him convince me I was wrong. I tried to improve myself...I tried to be quiet and understanding...told myself everything was fine and perfectly normal. I tormented myself mentally and suffered mental breakdowns...”

In a dark corner of your room, you hugged your knees closer to your chest and rested the back of your head against the wall. Your eyes were squeezed shut, but a steady stream poured out onto your cheeks. 

“If you feel distressed, that’s your problem.”

Tilting your neck forward, you put a little space between your skull and the wall before jerking your neck back and colliding the back of your head with the wall. 

“Your tears make me not want to love you.” 

You moved your neck forward again and hit your head against the wall with more force - once, twice, thrice.

“You shouldn’t feel pain.”

Your brain yelled enough, but once more, you slammed your skull as hard as you could. As the pain reverberated through your head and neck, a small voice whispered in your ear, “See, you do feel pain. It hurts, doesn’t it?” 

Resting the sore spot on the back of your skull against the wall, you screamed.

“I even thought to end...it all...”

Enough. Enough. Enough. Enough. No more. No more. No more. With a trembling hand, you picked up a knife on the kitchen counter and stared intensely at the shining metal. It will all be over. Everything will be over. For the best. 

Through the invasive thoughts, a small frightened voice gathered enough courage to speak up. Please don’t. It’s not your fault. It never was, so please don’t. 

“Somewhere in my heart, I knew that voice was right. Why was I hurting myself when I wasn’t at fault? So, I put the knife down that day and went to the doctor. As expected, they advised me to break up with him...and I did.” 

This whole time, Mammon sat perfectly still, not moving a muscle - not on his body, not on his face. His mind was blank, and his breath was ragged. He never expected to hear such words from you, but what you said next shook Mammon to the core.

“Since then, I was too scared to date anyone...I still am. I can’t trust anyone, but most of all, I don’t want to get hurt again. That’s why, after the breakup, I told myself I would never fall in love or trust anyone. Ever again.” 

Was this your way of telling him that he didn’t stand a chance with you? No. You weren’t going to do this to him - he wouldn’t let it happen. Mammon turned his body towards the bed, got on his knees, and placed his hand on your upper back. 

“Y’know, you can’t group all men together with your shi*ty ex. Not all guys are like that...I’m not like that,” he mumbled under his breath. “I’ll change your mind about me...you just wait.” 

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At the end of the day, you still had no idea why Asmo and Satan said Mammon was cheating on you, but you chuckled at the thought. Snuggling into his bedsheets, you let Mammon’s soothing scent fill your lungs. “He would never do that to me, but what is taking him so long?” 

An hour later, your boyfriend entered his room while mumbling about his photo shoot finally being over. He was ready to drop onto his mattress and spend time with you in dreamland; instead, Mammon found you fast asleep on his bed. For a second, he stood in shock, but soon after, a warm smile danced on his lips. “Ain’t ya lookin’ cute...” 

He carelessly tossed aside his clothes before sliding into his pajama pants while watching your angelic face. Careful not to wake you up, Mammon crawled into bed behind you, wrapped an arm around your sleeping form, and buried his face in your hair. There was no way he would cheat on his beloved human, especially since you trust him with all your heart. He promised he would never break your trust, and that’s what he planned to do - now and forever. 

The following morning, you woke up to find Mammon fast asleep, and he looked dead tired. Did he come home really late last night? Not wanting to wake him up, you placed a soft kiss on his lips and got ready, but the events of the previous day still lingered in your mind. You kept questioning why Satan and Asmo said Mammon cheated on you. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him, but why would they pull such a prank on you? 

Right on cue, Satan waved to you from the other side of the dining room. “ “Good morning, (y/n). Will you please follow me? There’s something you need to see.” 

The fourth brother led you to Asmo’s room, where the Avatar of Lust greeted you with a bright smile and hug. Then, he pulled out his phone, tapped the screen a few times, and handed the device to you. 

“What is this vide-” Before you could finish your question, you saw Mammon standing next to a beautiful succubus. “Isn’t this the model he had a photo shoot with yesterday?”

“Heya Mammon, it was an honor working with you. You are honestly just as handsome as I have heard.” She giggled while twirling her index finger into her lengthy curls. “My friends are going to be so jealous when they see the photos from our photoshoot.”

“It was nice workin’ with ya. Um...thanks. Look, I’ve to get back home. It’s already late, and (y/n)-”

She put her hand on his chest, and with a swing of her hip, the succubus stepped in front of him. “Why are you in such a hurry?”

Your eyes narrowed and lips pursed, not at her actions but at seeing Mammon’s uncomfortable expression. Wasn’t it obvious to her that he didn’t like her touching him? Asmo and Satan expected you to get angry or say something; instead, you quietly continued to watch the video. 

“Mammon, do you think I am beautiful?”

“Everyone’s beautiful in their own way. ‘sides, to be a model you’ve to be good lookin’.”

“Then how about coming to my home? We can have a fun night~ just you, me, and my bed. What’s with that nervous look? Don’t worry. Your human will never find out.”

Your grip on Asmo’s phone tightened as your shoulders tensed up, but you refused to look away from the screen. Though you were immersed in the video, you thought you heard Asmo say something along the lines of “here comes the best part.”

Mammon gently pushed away the succubus’s hand and stepped away from her, his face void of any expressions. “I’m not interested in goin’ anywhere with ya or anyone else. My human is waitin’ for me, and the only place I want to be right now is sleeping next to my human, holdin’ them in my arms.”

The video ended there, but you continued to stare at the screen as your mind carefully pieced everything together. Asmo slowly took his phone out of your hands while Satan chuckled, “We were only testing you, but seems like you were right to trust him.” 

He kept your trust. Mammon kept your trust. Tears pooled into your eyes as your cheeks and nose shined a bright red. Without wasting another second, you spun in your heels and dashed out of Asmo’s room while wiping your eyes with the back of your right hand. When you reached Mammon’s room, you flew down the stairs and jumped on his bed right on top of him. 

Your boyfriend stirred and let out a groan, “(Y/n)...lemme sleep...”

“S-Sorry, but Mammon...I’ve to tell you something...” 

“What?”

“I love you. I love you very much.” 

He slightly opened his eyes as a smile found its way onto his lips, “I love ya too...now lemme sleep. Also...you’re not goin’ anywhere...” 

Mammon tied his arms around you before returning to slumberland. Knowing he wasn’t going to wake up anytime soon, you cuddled into his chest and listened to the rhythm of his heart. 

Since the day you poured your heart out to him, Mammon had worked hard every day to not only gain your trust but also heal your wounds. You had your doubt and fears - what if he hurt you too, would you be able to bear the pain - but in the end, you decided to push aside those thoughts and trust him. That was the best decision you could have taken, and you thanked your past self for believing in him. No matter how deep your scars are, if you find the right person, they can heal the scars; and your right person was in front of you - your beloved Mammon. 

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[theextratreefairy]

Can I please request the first valentines prompt (🌹) with yandere tengen uzui? I love how you write him

🌹Perhaps if you behave properly, I'll plan a special date warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapped reader who is chained, the wives are yanderes as well, obsessive behavoir, forced feeding, violence if you squint, reader has doubts because who wouldn't if they were kidnapped, start of stockholm syndrome, unhealthy relathionship dynamics yandere Uzui Tengen x gn reader x yandere Makio, Suma, Hinatsuru

Hi! Thank you so much for the compliment, and of course you can <3, I added the wives because I love those four as yandere's together. This may or may not be my favorite prompt, so don't be afraid to reuse that prompt in any ask <3

Reader couldn't move, couldn't scream, couldn't run away, so what could they do? A small rebellion in the form of fasting, or simply not eating. "N/n, please, eat something." Suma begged as they were holding a bowl of ramen, Reader was facing Suma laying on the shared futon . "Hina made you your favorite."

"I'm not hungry." Reader knew that ignoring Suma would lead to arguments, and they really didn't have the energy for that. But it seemed that their passiveness set off Suma today.

She started to cry and sob as Reader turned around so that they wouldn't have to face Suma, lately they started to feel guilty when Suma would cry. They were slowly falling in love with Tengen and his wives and they hated it.

"Makio!" Suma shouted as she sobbed, Makio was the one Reader feared the most besides Tengen. After all, she had no problem in restorting to violence if it got Reader to eat.

"What's wrong, Suma?" Makio questioned as she rushed into the room. But when she saw the full bowl of ramen, she knew enough. "Reader doesn't want to eat! And Hina made their favorite! Spicy Ramen! Tengen-san doesn't even let them eat this!" Suma rambled. "I'm just not hungry." Reader piped up, trying to calm the situation. "My stomach hurts."

This caused Makio to scoff. "That's because you haven't been eating." Reader started to roll on their back. "Maybe." they replied, they knew what would happen next. Makio sat down next to Reader's head and pulled them up. "Give me the bowl, Suma." Suma was still sobbing and it was starting to annoy Makio. when she recieved the bowl she said: "Go help Hina get the house ready for Tengen's arrival."

When Suma left, Makio started feeding Reader forcefully. "If you don't eat now, I will get Tengen-san to feed you and you will get extra time with your past punishment." It was enough for Reader to obey, they hated the chain around their ankle. "Small bites, please."

Makio nodded and started to feed them slowly, after a while the bowl was completely empty. And right on que Tengen walked in. "Tengen-san, Reader ate the whole bowl." Makio commented when she saw the look on her husband's face. "Such a good darling." Tengen muttered, mentioning to Makio to hand them over. "Did you enjoy the food?" Hinatsuru questioned as she walked in to collect the bowl, Suma clingy to her co-wife. "Yes, it was delicious Hinatsuru."

Reader never used any of their nicknames, it was a way to distant themselves from them, another form of rebellion. Yet one that always goes unpunished. "Hina, Makio, Suma, please leave us alone for a while." Perhaps that ends today.

"Don't be too harsh on them, Tengen." Hinatsuru whispered in his ear. Tengen was holding Reader close to his heart, his body completely covering Reader's form. When the three women left, Tengen sighed. "I heard from Suma that you are having difficulties adapting when I'm not here."

"Suma isn't giving me time to adapt." A chuckle left Tengens mouth. "We both know, that isn't true, my dear."

"Well, maybe you shold take me out more." Reader mumbled. Tengen didn't like this His hold became tighter and his face hardened, until an idea popped up.

"Perhaps if you behave properly, I'll plan a special date."

not my best work, but hey it's something

[rosesnvines]

Legend of the Blackberry Sword - Part 2

@inklings-challenge I finally finished!! hope you all enjoy!!

Finally, after a few minutes of intense sword play, Bobby let out a guttural growl and disarmed Gaspar, sending the sword clattering to the back of the stage. The crowd let out a collective gasp. Betty let out a shriek before clamping her hands over her mouth.

"It's part of the play. It's just part of the play," muttered Freddie, but his knuckles were turning white as he gripped the arms of his chair. 

“What makes you, a mere archangel, think you can defeat me? Me, the new master of this world!” shouted Bobby, leveling his sword at Gaspar’s chest. 

“Who is like God? Certainly not you!” came Gaspar’s shout. A cheer went up from the kids in the crowd before several parents shushed them. The pavilion went silent, tense with anticipation of the next part in the story. 

Bobby let out a growl as he stepped forward. "Is that so?" 

"Lucifer!" The narrator's voice echoed across the stage. Bobby let out a whimper and crouched low. The lights dimmed with one light on Gaspar. "Pick up your sword." A blackberry bush next to Gaspar's feet rustled and an elaborate sword rose from between the leaves. The audience gasped. 

"So that's why!" Freddie whispered. "Mr. Bones has been working on that for months!" 

Gaspar grasped the sword and the lights went back to normal. Bobby stood up.

"Lucifer, by order of God, you are hereby banished from Heaven!" 

Bobby let out a yell and lunged at Gaspar. The two fought for several more minutes before Gaspar disarmed Bobby. Bobby slunk to the right of the stage, leaving it with a hiss. The narrator stepped on to the stage from the left. 

"Well done, oh faithful one. Come here." Gaspar walked to him, holding out his sword. The narrator took the sword from him. "Kneel." Gaspar obeyed. "I name thee Michael, for you said, who is like God?" The narrator laid the sword across Gaspar's shoulders, then proceeded to knight him. "And I name you general of the angelic host, for you stood for my honor and glory." 

"I serve only thee, my Lord and God." 

"Rise, Michael, take your sword, and go to your post. There is still much to be done, and Lucifer is not finished with his evil ways. He will be back." 

Gaspar stood up, took the sword and sheathed it. "And we shall be ready, oh Lord." The two walked off stage and the curtains closed. The audience stood and gave a thunderous applause. 

“Wait, that was it?” asked Bert as they stood up and joined in the applause. 

“Yeah man, the main point was the sword fight!” 

The applause grew louder when the curtains pulled back and the three actors stepped to the edge of the stage and took a deep bow. Gaspar was grinning from ear to ear as he took another bow and unsheathed the sword. 

“Mr. Bones finished this just last night! Isn’t it awesome?!” Gaspar glanced at the narrator with admiration beaming in his eyes.

Freddie, Lenny, and Charlie let out loud whoops and jumped up, pumping the air with their fists. 

Mr. Bones let out a booming, hearty laugh. “I’m glad you all enjoyed it! I had a wonderful cast to work with! Now, if you all want to see this rendition of the Blackberry Sword up close, we will have it on display in the dance hall in a few minutes. Until then, enjoy the rest of the faire!” Another round of applause went up as the trio bowed again and the curtains closed. After the applause died down, the crowd began to disperse. 

“By the time we get out of here, the sword should be on display!” quipped Freddie as the Forsters waited for their turn to leave their row. 

“Then we could just head over there and see it,” remarked Bert with a shrug. 

“But so will everyone else!” Freddie added with a whine. 

“Boys, calm down, just be patient! We will see it, don’t worry,” stated Betty. “We still have to play Dragon Fight before the dance, right?” 

Freddie huffed and crossed his arms. “Yeah, but …” 

“The sword will still be in the dance hall when we get there. I’m sure Mr. Bones wants everyone to see it,” Betty pointed out. 

“And I’m sure Bobby will make sure everyone looks at it and admires it,” muttered Bert. 

“Exactly, so don’t worry, but… oh finally!” The crowd had thinned out enough that the group could leave. 

“And you were telling us not to be impatient,” quipped Freddie with a smirk as they filed out of the row and towards the doors. 

Betty rolled her eyes. “It still took quite a while.” 

Greg gasped. “I see Gaspar! He’s waiting by the door!” He pushed his way to the front and dashed towards the doors. The others paused to look for Gaspar, and when they saw him, also took off towards the door. 

His signature grin spread across his face when they joined him. “Took you long enough.” 

“There was a huge crowd!” blurted Lenny. 

“And now everyone’s in line to see the sword!” huffed Freddie as he glanced at the growing line at the dance hall. 

Gaspar chuckled. “But that means no line at Dragon Fight.” He waved them forward. “Come on! By the time we get out, the line at the dance hall should be short enough that we can just get right in!” His eyes twinkled as he glanced at each of them. “Besides, I got special permission from Mr. Bones to take the sword out and give you a close up.” 

The group gasped. 

“Really?” asked Freddie. Gaspar bobbed his head. 

“Oh, that’s wonderful!” exclaimed Betty. 

“Let’s go!” shouted Freddie as he stepped towards the dance hall. 

Gaspar grabbed his arm and stopped him. “After the line is cleared, everyone else will want to get back in line to hold it. Right now, only he, Bobby, and I are allowed to handle it.” 

Freddie sighed. “Alright, Dragon Fight it is.” 

“But I thought you wanted to do Dragon Fight?” 

“I mean, I do, but I really, really want to see that sword up close.” 

Gaspar chuckled and rubbed Freddie's dark curls. “You will! Just, one thing at a time man!” 

"Yeah man," piped up Charlie, "I want to see that sword too! But Gaspar's right, the line for Dragon Fight should be short right now, and the sword will be there till the end of the night." 

"Alright," mumbled Freddie. 

"Yes! Dragon Fight, here we come!" Charlie shouted. Gaspar led the group through the crowd towards the corn field at the edge of the fair.

"Wait, Dragon Fight is a corn maze?" Bert asked. 

Gaspar laughed. "Just wait and see." He led them through a path hewn into the cornfield. A few minutes later, they were standing in the middle of a circle with a gate on the other side, leading to another path. The man sitting at the booth jumped up and shot them a grin. 

"Was wondering where everyone went! Come on in, come on in!" He glanced at the Forsters. "Must be your first time, huh?" 

Greg nodded. "Oh yeah! But, where's the dragon?" He glanced around the circle. 

The gentleman pointed at the gate. "Follow that path to the blackberry field. You will be given three clues to find swords to fight the dragon and escape." He held out his hand. "But first, seven leaves please." 

Gaspar reached into his pouch and quickly pulled out the currency. He winked at the others. "I got this." 

Freddie clicked his tongue. "How much you got hidden in there?" 

Gaspar quickly closed his pouch. "Just what Mrs. Field gave me. Now come on, let's go!" The gate swung open and the group dashed through, Gaspar in the lead. They followed the path to another enclosed area, one full of patches of blackberry bushes, asters, and angelicas clustered around small maple trees. 

"Alright, gents! First clue please!" Gaspar shouted as the gang crowded around him at the entrance. 

A man out of sight answered him. "The clue you seek is very easy to find. Look for the tree with three of a kind." 

"Three of a kind? Three of a kind what?" Bert asked. 

"The only tree with three blackberry bushes, three asters, and three angelicas, that's what!" blurted Charlie before the three of them took off into the field to look. Gaspar stood right where he was and surveyed the landscape. 

"Are you looking for the dragon?" whispered Greg. 

"Yeah, keep a sharp eye out," Gaspar replied. 

"Whatever for?" Bert asked. 

"Because they can go only so far with the dragon. If we can figure out the furthest spot away from them, we can regroup and go over clues without being attacked." 

"Ah, gotcha." 

"Hey, I found it!" Charlie's face appeared from the back of a tree a few feet from them, waving a slip of paper. The group dashed towards him. 

Bert gave him a high five."Nice!"

Charlie grinned. "Thanks!" He opened the paper and read, "Your quest continues, and the danger will grow. The drooping maple hides the next clue below." 

Lenny tapped his chin as he glanced around the field. "Drooping maple …" 

"The danger will only grow," muttered Gaspar as he too glanced around the field. 

"Yeah, where is the dragon?" wondered Freddie as he placed his hands on his  hips and glanced around. 

"Uh, let's, let's stick together, huh? While we look for the drooping maple?" Charlie suggested, a soft stutter to his voice. 

"Yes, but not too close, if we need to scatter," said Gaspar.

"Isn't it a fake dragon?" Bert whispered to Charlie as the group began walking towards the next clump of plants. 

"Yeah, but they have been trying to make it scarier every year and, well, last year's dragon was pretty scary." 

Freddie scoffed. "It's just a fake dragon. Nothing to be scared of." 

Greg pointed to their left and shouted. "There it is!" 

A large paper mache dragon seemed to be flying right at them, closing the distance faster than they had assumed. It was mostly a sickly green, with fiery red eyes, brown horns and spikes, and yellowed teeth in a widening mouth. The legs of two men could be seen underneath the dragon's belly. Freddie screamed. 

"Scatter!" Gaspar shouted. Legs burst into action as the group took off in two directions. 

"Oh, just a fake dragon, huh? Nothing to be scared of, huh?" Charlie quipped. Freddie chuckled nervously.

"Look for the drooping maple!" Gaspar shouted. 

He flew up in the air and one of the men shouted. "No fair! You can actually fly!" 

The other man laughed. "Show off!" 

"You two take that side, we'll look this way!" Lenny said as he led Charlie to the far side of the arena. 

"Yeah, loser buys the Michaelmas Midnight meal!" Freddie shouted. 

"As if!" Charlie shouted back.

Bert's eyes scanned the arena. Where was that drooping maple? It had to have been bending so low to hide the clue. He squinted his eyes at one tree. It did look like it was drooping in comparison to the rest, but it wasn't so low that it was touching the ground. Was that it? 

"Freddie, look!" Bert pointed. "Think that's it?" 

Freddie grinned. "It's got to be. Come on!" The two dashed towards the tree. 

"Bert, Freddie, the dragon's coming towards you!" Betty shouted. 

"Hurry, hurry!" Greg shouted. 

Bert did a baseball slide and got to the tree first. He began feeling in the bushes under the shade of the tree. 

Freddie joined him a moment later. "Hurry! This has got to be the right tree!" he shouted as he began to look. 

"Aha!" Bert pulled a rolled up piece of paper out from the blackberry bush directly underneath the drooping side's shadow. "Got it!" 

"Yow! Go go go!" Freddie jumped up and grabbed Bert by the collar, pulling him away from the tree right as the dragon showed up. 

"Read it, read it!" Charlie shouted. 

Bert quickly unrolled the paper as he and Freddie ran to the next tree. "The swords are in a chest beneath the hollowed tree, the keys are hidden in the bushes at its feet. Three to the left and three to the right, will bring about the dragon's defeat!" He paused and wrinkled his nose. "Who came up with this? I mean, the rhyme works, but the rhythm is all wonky!" 

"Who cares? It's the final clue!" Freddie grabbed him by the collar and pulled him away from the dragon again. "You can discuss proper poetry techniques after we've defeated the dragon!" 

“We’ve found it!” Betty jumped up and down, waving her arms. She and Greg were standing by a larger maple tree at the far side of the arena. “Over here!” Charlie and Lenny dashed towards them and got there in a minute, being closer. 

“Be ready with those swords! They’re coming in hot!” Gaspar shouted as he landed next to the four. 

“Yeah, no kidding!” Freddie shouted. He glanced behind himself and yelped. The dragon was inching closer towards him and Bert. 

“We got it open!” whooped Greg. Lenny and Charlie each grabbed a wooden sword and dashed towards the dragon with whoops. Bert took another baseball slide. Freddie tried to copy, but tumbled instead. 

Freddie sat up, sputtering. “You gotta teach me how to do that, man!” 

Bert chuckled as he helped him up. “You bet!” 

"One, two, three!" Charlie and Lenny shouted out each number as they hit the sides of the dragon. One of the men moaned and the dragon went limp.

Charlie jumped up and down. "We won, we won!" The two men emerged from the dragon using well-hidden doors on the sides. "Oh, Mr. Crane! Did we hit you or Isaac?" Charlie asked nervously. 

Mr. Crane chuckled as he shook his head. "No, I built it this way. You're good. Also, great teamwork!" He raised an eyebrow as he shot Bert a glance. "But apparently my rhythm was off on the last clue?" 

Bert chuckled nervously as he ran a hand through his hair. "I, uh, I didn't know you had come up with the clues, Mr. Crane. I, uh …"

Mr. Crane patted Bert's shoulder. "No need to apologize. The rhythm is wonky, but that was a first draft. I didn't have time to work on it, so," he shrugged, "it is what it is. Besides, it's just for fun. I wasn't planning on publishing it or anything." 

"Yeah, true." Bert shrugged. “I just noticed it, that’s all.”

“Then maybe you can help me with the clues next year.”

Bert blinked. “R-really?” Mr. Crane nodded. Bert grinned. “I’d like that.” 

“Do we win a prize?” asked Greg. 

Mr. Crane bent down to look him in the eye. “You get the satisfaction of beating Dragon Fight.” 

Greg pouted. “But a prize would be better.” 

Mr. Crane chuckled and ruffled his hair. “I’m sure it would, but there is no prize to be won at Dragon Fight. The whole point is to defeat the dragon and win. Which, speaking of, we need to reset the field so the next group can defeat the dragon.” 

“Right, we still have to see that super cool sword Mr. Bones made!” said Freddie. 

Mr. Crane’s mouth twitched. “Right. You go do that and … enjoy the rest of the Michaelmas faire! As for the Forsters, remember to get your Michaelmas Midnight Meal before you head home!” 

The Forsters waved as the group walked towards the front. “We will!” 

"So, wait, what is the Michaelmas Midnight Meal?" Bert asked as they walked. 

Gaspar turned and began walking backwards, an apologetic grin on his face. "Oh yeah, that, sorry. We really don't have many meals on Michaelmas as we snack pretty much all day. But it isn't quite a harvest holiday without a feast, so the Michaelmas Midnight Meal was started." 

"What's in it?" Greg asked.

"Applewood smoked goose with root vegetable stuffing," quipped Charlie with a hungry sigh as he licked his lips. 

"Blackberries, of course, jellies, jams, and pies," stated Lenny. 

"And the different Michaelmas breads," stated Freddie. 

"Root vegetable stuffing?" asked Betty.

Gaspar nodded. "Oh yeah, the usual, dried bread with root vegetables; potatoes, carrots, turnips, onions, radishes, and sweet potatoes." 

Greg licked his lips and rubbed his tummy. "That sounds yummy!" 

"Oh boy, is it ever!" said Charlie as the group came back to the booth. There was now a long line of eager players. 

The man at the booth grinned at them. "You really came at a good time! Thanks for playing! Enjoy the rest of the Michaelmas faire!"

"We will, thanks!" The kids waved as they left. They went on to play a few other games before making their way to the dance hall. There was still a line, but it was much shorter than before.

Freddie rubbed his hands together in glee. "Finally!" He turned to Gaspar. "How did that sword feel in your hands?" 

Gaspar flashed an excited grin. "Oh man, it was awesome! But just wait until you see it up close!" 

Freddie blinked. "Why?" 

Gaspar's grin widened and he snickered. "Just wait, you'll see." 

"Oh, man!" Freddie glanced at the line, counting how many were in front of them. They were moving at a steady pace, but it clearly wasn't fast enough for Freddie. 

Finally, after several fidgety, impatient minutes in line, they were next to see the sword. 

"Ooh, cool!" was the general exclamation. The sword seemed to sparkle under the stronger light of the dance hall. There was a silvery sheen to the blade while the hilt was a dark purple leather with blackberries and leaves etched into it. 

"Can I touch it?" Freddie whispered. 

"Here." Gaspar picked up the sword and held it out. He tilted it slightly to the right and then slightly to the left.

"Hey, what are those purple spots on the sword?" Greg asked.

Freddie gasped as he took a closer look. “Hey he, he used it!” He glanced at Gaspar. “No way!” 

Gaspar smirked. “Oh yeah, he did.” 

“Used what?”  asked the Forsters. 

“Morcrain, a rare metal found only on Havorest with a purple hue to it. Mr. Bones mixed it with the iron for this sword, which makes those purple spots.” Gaspar returned the sword to its case. “So now this shall forevermore be called the Blackberry Sword.” 

“Not the Grape Sword?” 

Gaspar shot Bert a “are you kidding me?” look over his shoulder. “The blackberries on the hilt kinda give it away.” 

Bert chuckled nervously. “Oh, yeah, right.” 

“Plus, purple spots make more sense for blackberries than grapes anyhow, you stink,” quipped Freddie as he wrapped his arm around Bert’s neck and proceeded to give him a noogie. 

 “Come on you guys, we need to get a table! It’s starting to fill up already!” blurted Charlie as he rushed into the main hall. 

Freddie sighed. “Him and food.” 

“Can’t say that I blame him, it’s good stuff,” quipped Lenny with a grin. 

“I agree!” quipped Greg. 

Gaspar laughed. “I do too. Come on!” He led the others into the main hall. There were hundreds of tables and chairs set up, but there was still plenty of room for people to dance, which many couples were doing at that moment. They had to search for a bit, but they finally found a table for their whole group. 

Bert sat back in his chair. “Ah, made it!” 

“But now what do we do? Wait?” asked Greg. 

“Well, we can dance.” Gaspar stood up, turned to Betty, and bowed. “May I?” 

Betty bounced up from her chair with a giggle and a curtsy. “Yes, you may.” Gaspar took her hand and led her onto the dance floor. Bert jumped up and went off in search of Sarah Torres, leaving Greg, Freddie, Lenny, and Charlie at the table. 

Freddie turned to the others. “Now I’m bored.” 

“And I’m hungry,” quipped Greg. The others laughed. 

"Don't worry, midnight is almost here," remarked Lenny. 

"Really?" Greg asked.

"Yup," said Charlie as he pointed at his watch. 

Greg glanced at it. "Whoa, I can't believe it! It's gone by so fast!" 

“Well, considering how late you were …” 

Lenny whacked Charlie’s shoulder. “They weren’t that late. But six hours did go by pretty quickly.” 

Freddie sighed. "Yeah, that's what happens when you're having fun." He glanced at the Gaspar and Betty dancing. He said something and she laughed. "I don't want autumn to end," Freddie muttered. 

Greg blinked. "You live on Havorest, it's autumn all the time!" 

Lenny glanced between Freddie and the young couple. "He means your autumn.” 

Greg pouted as he sat back in his chair. “Oh yeah, me too.” But then he brightened. “But there’s always next year!” Freddie merely grunted. Greg glanced between them before speaking again. “So, it’s still a nice night, are you guys going to sleep outside?” 

Lenny shook his head and sat back with a sigh. “Nah, Michaelmas is one of those days when you want a bed to sleep in.” 

“Where will you sleep then?” 

Lenny shrugged. “Probably with the Fields family. We’ll wait and see what Gaspar decides, but we’ve slept at their house for the past couple of years, so I don’t see why we wouldn’t do it again this year.” Lenny glanced at Charlie. “As long as he keeps his stomach in check.” 

Charlie put up his hands. “I will, I swear!” He licked his lips. “But man, Mrs. Fields knows how to cook!” 

Freddie scoffed. “Everyone knows how to cook, except you.” 

“Why you!” Charlie got up and tackled Freddie to the ground. The two began rolling about, but quickly stopped the instant Mr. Bones’s booming voice echoed through the dance hall. 

“May I have your attention please.” Everyone in the hall stopped. “It is now officially midnight, it’s time for the Michaelmas Midnight Meal!” 

The boys whooped and bounced up off the floor. Lenny and Greg followed them to the now forming line. Betty and Gaspar soon joined them, followed by Bert and Sara Torres. 

Greg waved. “Hi Sara!” 

Sara smiled and waved back. “Hi Greg! Hi Freddie, Lenny, Charlie! How are you guys doing?” 

“Better once I have a plate of food in my hands,” quipped Charlie. 

“Me too!” said Greg. The others laughed. 

“So, um, Sara, how did you like the faire?” Bert asked. 

Sara smiled. “I liked it a lot! It took a little while to get used to the currency, but I think I got the hang of it!” She glanced down the line. “Speaking of, what about this Midnight Meal? How many leaves is it?” 

“Zero,” chorused the boys. 

Sara blinked. “Really?” 

“Oh yeah,” said Lenny with a bob of his head, “it’s free so everyone can eat!” 

Sara smiled. "That's great!" She let out a huff. "Now I can stop worrying about forgetting to switch from dollars to leaves!" 

Bert chuckled. "Yeah, it's confusing at first, but once you have the system down, you're good to go."

Sara turned to Bert. “Oh? Could you explain it a little more?” 

He blinked. “Oh, uh …” 

Freddie chuckled. “He’s still learning himself, but we’ll help him explain.” The group then launched into explaining the system for acorns, the coins of Havorest, and leaves, the bills. As they were finishing explaining the system to Sara, they had reached the buffet tables. They piled their plates with food, a bit of everything, and returned to their table. 

The dance hall became filled with the sounds of plates and utensils clattering as people chatted away during the meal. Almost as soon as they finished, Greg let out a big yawn. 

“Looks like someone needs to go to bed,” remarked Sara. 

“But I don’t want to,” Greg mumbled as he rubbed his eyes and let out another yawn. “Having … so much … fun.” His head drooped a little. 

Bert sighed. “Yeah, we’d better go.” 

Freddie scoffed. “Lucky, you don’t have to clean up.” 

“But I want to,” began Greg. 

“Greg,” said Betty softly, “you’ll be back in the morning, remember? The Michaelmas faire lasts until October second.” 

Greg’s eyes were closed, but he smiled. “Oh yeah, that’s right. Alright, I’ll go to bed.” He peeled his eyelids open and glanced around his chair. “Where’s Jeremiah?” 

Bert pulled his backpack from under the table, the frog sound asleep inside. “Here he is. Looks like he beat you to sleep.” 

Greg yawned. “Yeah, we better get him to bed.” 

Bert pulled the backpacked over his arms and grabbed Greg’s hand. “And you.” 

“Need a linkboy?” Lenny asked. 

Bert shook his head. “Nah, the moon was pretty bright when we came in, I’m sure I can find the path to the tree just fine. I’ll be back if I don’t.” 

“Alright, you two be careful!” Betty called after them as they walked away. 

Bert waved. “Will  do!” 

As he had figured, the moon was bright enough for Bert to find the way to the portal. He managed to get Greg through the portal and back into their house without so much as a sound. He helped him into his pajamas, got him tucked in, and placed Jeremiah in his aquarium. 

“Good night Greg,” whispered Bert. Greg mumbled a reply before Bert closed the door. He got into his own room, changed, and crawled into bed, falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

[rentasloot]

The Secret to a Healthy Relationship (Part 1)

I sat up and turned to give my boyfriend a welcoming smile as he came through the door, back from his long day at work. It was a trait of mine to always wear a beaming smile whenever I greeted him, which was a habit he once described as "the boyfriend smile". I found this to be endearing, despite his occasional teasing of it.

"Hi honey, you're back earlier than usual! How was your day?"

I made room beside me on the couch, holding my arms out to beckon him to my side. Since I was laid off a month ago, I haven't had much to do other than job search. Hearing about his day was usually a big highlight for me.

"It was long, but fine. I'm happy to see you though, and I'm happy to be home..." I watched his gaze turn and land on the coffee table, directly centered on the mess I'd left. A few candy wrappers, some half-cut coupons, and an empty bowl from my morning cereal decorated the table. Being that this was the centerpiece of our 500 square foot apartment, the mess added a certain "I really need to find a job" energy to our living space.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I really should have cleaned before you got home..." I put my hands over his and paired my words with an innocent, sincere smile. He gave me that familiar forgiving look, and I felt at ease right away. "Oh don't worry about it, it's fine sweetie! Go blank."

Those last two words ripped me away from our conversation, pulling my consious mind far away from anywhere that would allow it to cause trouble. My thoughts were suddenly paused. A mental checkpoint had been made in the deepest part of my consiousness, like my boyfriend had saved his game and switched me off. Now I was... Nothing. Empty. Robotic. Obedient.

"Seriously, again? Do you think I want to bust my ass at work every day, only to come home to a messy apartment? When are you going to learn to fucking clean up after yourself?" All the warmness from his voice was gone now. He made manifested his frustrations into loud yelling, that didn't phase me in the slightest. My eyes were staring where they were when I was blanked. My expression was neutral. Awaiting instruction.

"Slap yourself in the face, bitch."

"Yes master." I spoke, and obeyed. My hand lifted from my lap, and my palm was swiftly introduced to my cheek, hard enough to leave a mark. You seemed happy with the results, but it made no difference to me. Nothing made a difference to me in this state. My eyes stared blankly ahead, not focusing on anything in particular, until your hand appeared in front of me.

Snap.

I gently shook my head, feeling a brief moment of dizziness before remembering what we were talking about. Right, the mess. "O-Oh, thank you for understanding honey! I'll clean it later, I promise!"

"Go blank. No, I want the table clean now. Clean it off while I go through your phone. Once it's cleared off, clean the entire surface with your tongue."

"Yes master." Must. Clean. The table. My body ejected itself from the couch, inspired by your command to take action. I began collecting the garbage from the table, taking everything to the trash can in our nearby kitchen. Returning for the empty cereal bowl, I paid no mind to you sitting on the couch, scrolling through all of the texts that I'd sent that day. My legs marched me dutifully to the kitchen sink to drop off the bowl, and returned me right back to the table. Eyes wide and empty, I fell to my knees and dove in head-first. My tongue fell from my now open mouth, planting right on the corner of the table. In a methodical and robotic manner, I licked the entire surface of the table until it shined from a thin layer of saliva.

"Good job, idiot. Look at me and call yourself an idiot."

"Yes master. I'm an idiot."

"Smile and cross your eyes. Pull on your hair and slap yourself in the face. Oink like a pig."

"Yes master." My subconcious willed my eyes to cross, and my lips to smile. "Yes master." My hands worked together, one yanking on my hair and another slapping me hard on the cheek. "Yes master. Oink oink oink oink oink."

"Good. Now come sit on the couch where you were before." I replied my obedient reply, and my body followed through, placing me back by your side before you snapped and I... "Don't worry honey, I took care of it."

"Oh! I guess I didn't even see you do it... Thank you so much for taking care of that! I love you." My voice was warm, caring, and... Quiet, in the way that lovers were when sound wasn't necessary to get the message across. Quiet in a way that demonstrated that, even in the mundane, I appreciated you greatly. I couldn't help my tone, after all you were a perfect partner to me. You never complained, never got mad, never fought. Life with you had been a fairy tail, and I wanted to spend the rest of my life-

"Go blank. Suck my cock and pinch your nipples until you cry from the pain."

"Yes master."

[softiebabieneedshugs]

Fandoms

a list of every single anime I've ever watched even if it was only one episode (SOME ARE NOT KID FRIENDLY SO PLEASE BE CAREFUL AND DO LOTS OF RESEARCH BEFORE DECIDING TO WATCH OR NOT):

A3! 

Ace Attorney

Assasination Classroom

Attack on Titan

Beastars

Black Butler

Blue Exorcist

Buddy Daddies

Bungou Stray Dogs

Case Closed (Detective Conan) 

Cells at Work!

Dakaretai Otoko 1-i ni Odosarete Imasu

Danganronpa

Darling in the Franxx (The)

Death Note

Death Parade

Demon Slayer

Devil is a Part-Timer (The)

Disastrous Life of Saiki K. (The)

Durarara!

Fairy Tail

Free!

FullMetal Alchemist

Gakuen Babysitter (School Babysitter) 

Great Pretender (The) 

Haikyuu!!

Hetalia

HunterXHunter

JoJo's Bizzare Adventure

Jujutsu Kaisen

K-On!

Life Lessons with Uramichi-Oniisan

Love Stage!! 

Mob Psycho 100

Monthly Girls Nozaki-kun

My Hero Academia

Naruto

Obey Me!

One Punch Man

Ouran High School Host Club

Promised Neverland (The)

Sanrio Boys

Sasaki and Miyano

Seven Deadly Sins

Sk8 the Infinity

Soul Eater

Spirited Away

Super Lovers

Tokyo Ghoul

Tokyo Revengers

Yarchin B Club

Yuri!!! On Ice

Yakuza's Guide to Babysitting

(Note: remember some of these I've only ever watched like one episode of because either I didn't like it or I got bored so I haven't finished all of these and some I don't intend to)

Other stuff I really like

Cinnamoroll 🤍🤍🤍

Sanrio

Cute things, pretty things

Tarot

Astrology (like actually looking at stars not like horoscope stuff but that stuff is cool too. I don't take it super serious though)

Learning different languages

Batman

Books!!!! Old books!!! Manga!!!!

Listening to music (Lo-fi is the best)

Knitting, sewing, crocheting, cross stitching, anything artsy like that

I like to do nails, not my own but like acrylics! Those are fun to do.

I like pastel goth things and kidcore

I like how big poofy dresses look but I'd rather wear a tux to a fancy event

I loooove stuffies <3 it's a problem

Flowers

Collecting(hoarding) things lol

I like drawing a lot (I'm a very artistic person)

Miguel O' Hara and Hobie Brown

I like Puerto Rican and Mexican music/foods/culture (I am Puerto Rican and Mexican, no they don't mix very well, yes my family doesn't like me, yes it's because I'm way paler than all of them)

I like learning new things and I like to protect others

I like being cared for, the little things people say to make others notice and say make me very happy

Bluey

I hope by now you realize I'm just adding things as they come to my mind, my head is a very chaotic place

I like stickers <3

I collect stickers on my dresser

I like nostalgic things

I like soft fluffy blankets and pillows, lots and lots of pillows

I don't kin characters really, I like having my own sense of identity and I don't like it when people compare me to other people. I like being me and only me

I like photography too :)

I think that's about it I'm not sure though I might add more stuff later if I remember

[sabyfangirl]

Red Squirrels

On his way to finding red squirrels, Martin had a strange feeling he was being watched but couldn't quite put his finger on it. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a pine cone falling on his head.

"Ow!" he cried out. While rubbing the ache on his head, he looked up to see a particularly small creature swiftly running accross a tree branch, giving his eyes a hard time to catch the movement.

Martin gasped. Could it be?

In order to find out, he climbed the coniferous tree on which he saw the blurry figure on.

Once all the way up on the branch, he looked around, only to find... Nothing? The creature was nowhere to be seen!

Confused, Martin rubbed his head as his eyes caught another strange movement on the ground. He squinted his eyes, this time catching a small reddish ball. Briskly, he carefully made his way back down.

As soon as his feet met the snow, he turned around only to be hit by more disappointment than before. Frustrated, he huffed.

"Alright, show yourself wherever you are!"

Realizing he was being too loud, he worked on changing the tonality of his voice, making it as calm as before. "Please?"

Suddenly, the bushes around him started moving, startling him. He backed away, only to bump into one of the conifers. His eyes scanned his surroundings rapidly, catching a third movement, a forth, and a fifth... He was starting to feel dizzy.

He shook his head before recognizing mysterious tiny figures approaching him. His eyes widened as an army of red squirrels gathered around him, encircling him.

Astounded, he knelt down to salute the little rodents. "Uhh, hey guys? Why'd you mess with me like that?"

The squirrels silently looked at him before scattering, each in a random direction. Martin quickly got up, sensing something was out of place.

The sudden sound of footsteps followed by- "Happy birthday Martin!" Made Martin almost jump out of his skin. He looked around in surprise, not expecting to find the crew standing right behind him.

"Guys? What was this all about?"

The crew roared with laughter at his reaction.

"Sorry, bro, hahaha! We couldn't resist," let out Chris, still laughing hard.

"Yeah! You should've seen your face! Hahaha..." Aviva added.

The crew kept laughing as Martin gave them an annoyed look...only to join in with them. "Hahaha... Well, I guess it was kinda funny," he said admitingly.

"Hey, where'd all the squirrels go?" Koki asked all of a sudden. Everyone stopped laughing.

"Wait, they were right here! Where could they have gone?" Chris said, worry in his voice.

At that moment, a huge pink vaccum-like machine emmereged from the trees, catching the crew by surprise. They all yelled as they jumped out of its way, landing in soft snow.

Martin spat out bits of snow before looking up, only to find-

"Donita? Gourmand?!" he let out with a shocked voice. The two villains cackled evilly.

The crew's attention turned to the poor creatures trapped within the giant glass recipient: the pine marten, the wolves, the foxes and the red squirrels. All vulnerable and defenseless.

Boiling with anger, Martin firmly stood on his feet. "Let them go!" he shouted.

"Yeah, they belong living free and in the wild!" Chris added, just as furious as his brother.

"No, they belong in mah European soup!" Gourmand cackled.

"And their tails would make fabulous scarves for my brand new winter collection!" Donita added, a devious look on her face.

"NO!" let out the Wild Kratts crew simultaneously.

Martin backed away, gaining momentum before jumping at the machine. Unfortunately, he missed and fell on the snow. He looked up to find the villains laughing at his failure.

"Hahaha... Nice try, blueberry. But these animals are coming with us," let out the chef, smirking.

"Dabio, take us back to my plane," Donita ordered her henchman, who obeyed.

The crew watched in horror as all the innocent creatures got taken away, unable to stop the ones behind their capture. "NOOO!" they cried out, but to no availe.

Every animal Martin had named on his birthday was now captured...

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[smolcinnamonchipmunk]

I meant 1-3 characters per favorite media oops! Sorry for not being clear. I just really like seeing people talk about things they like that I might share too.

I hope you like long posts, cause here is one. I stopped at four media stuff because I didn't want to ramble more than I did in this, haha. Here's a lot of me talking about things I like HTTYD: Favorite movie series of all time. If you let me, I'd write fucking novels on how much I love it. I will die with my DVD collection and plushies. First movie is my favorite, the original side shows were interesting, and I will also die on the hill that the Light Fury sucks. We don't talk about the Nine Realms.

Hiccup: Hiccup is my favorite character in the entire HTTYD franchise. I was one of those nerdy kids that was quiet in the corner unless talking with friends. Surprisingly, I don't think I was proper bullied, but I also don't have very good memory recollection. But, not the point. He's 'nerdy', he's goofy, he's got the sarcastic kind of humor that I love, he befriends a dragon which he literally is willing to sacrifice his life over (I won't get into how the third movie kind of ruins the rest of the series messaging), and he's overall just a fun character.

Toothless: He's a fucking dragon. Not just that, he's the goodest dragon in the Archipelago, how can you not have him as a favorite HTTYD character?! Adorable, scary, and protective of his friend, I fucking love this dragon and I would both kill and die for him.

Stoick the Vast: I didn't entirely like him at first, but I also saw the first movie when I was prepubescent. No one likes the parent that scolds you, lol. But, I watched HTTYD on loop enough that I graduated to listening to the commentary version over and over, and I think I remember the commentary version talking more about Stoick. He's just a dad trying to do his best for his son and village, and he's very wholesome.

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss: I'm going to combine these because as much as I lover Helluva Boss, I only have a few favorites. I like most everyone, but they're not my favorite. I understand if you (In general, not directed at you, Anon) don't like this show, but the way these YouTube animated projects have hopefully paved the way for more indie projects going forward earns a lot of respect.

Alastor: We know almost nothing about this man, but this Dr. Pepper bastard appeals to me in an automatic way. Will he have redeemable qualities? Maybe, maybe not! They're in Hell for a reason! I want to touch his hair floofs and see if they're ears!

Stolas: SAD BIRD MAN, I want to pat him on the head, even though I'd have to climb a ladder to do so. I've always hated the forced engagement thing, and I like that they delved into it in a more realistic way than I think a lot of forms of media do. He just wants to be gay and happy, let him.

Fizzaroli: Another one we don't know much about, but I love his design, voice, and he's basically the lap-Imp of the overlord of Lust. This boi's FUCKING

Obey Me!: I almost never got this game, but I got so many ads I gave into my curiosity, and I'm glad I did! Still don't like that Luke's an option

Mammon: I'm not much for Tsundere characters (Like, Levi's a bit much for me.), but Mammon is just… a really good mix. Like, he's not going to admit a lot of things, and he'll insult you, but there's not a lot of bite to it and there's several instances of him actually being concerned and I think he even asks at some point if he took a bit too far. Surprisingly considerate boi, head pats all around.

Lucifer: I'm a sucker for kind of intimidating characters. I think it's something to do with being an adrenaline junkie, but also I really hate roller coasters. Either way, strict dude but also has people's interests in mind. Just, sometimes needs to be told to lay the fuck off. Definitely feels like he'd be the type to corner you and enjoy the panic on your face tho

Diavolo: Golden retriever of a man, socially clueless himbo. Fred Jones of the demons. I love him and his goofy self

Twisted Wonderland (So far): Kind of Obey Me!, but Disney and the characters are drawn by the author of Black Butler, so immediate interest on design alone. I wanted to play this ages ago, but it was only released in Japan for a while I think, and I forgot about it entirely until last week.

Malleus: I know almost nothing about him other than he's a dragon boi, or looks like it, and likes to take walks outside in the quiet. Seems chill. I want to see a dragon form tho, I BEG

Jack: Fucking BEST BOI. Has a proper fucking moral code in this bitch that isn't 5000 rules and is just "Don't cheat >:(", and I want to give him a pat, AND HE TURNS INTO A GIANT WOLF. Another sort of caring Tsundere thing that reminds me a bit of Mammon

Riddle: He reminds me of Ciel Phantomhive from Black Butler, who's my second favorite in that manga, sooo, yeah. Kind of has a Lucifer issue where he needs to chill the fuck out, but he currently has the most sympathetic background to me.