#anyway cant wait to see these twists and turns

[socksandbuttons]

oh

it its anniversary time??????????????????

[guesst]

i want to pinch his cheeks so bad ourghf

[sentofight]

ooc. hello, miss me? *in m.oriarty voice* at this point i will not force this cucumber that is called my brain to work on replies if it does not want. lets a go~

[francixoxoxo]

Mermaid!reader x pirate!billy

When his crew notices her and throws a harpoon or whatever at her but none of them could see if it hit her or not (it didnt) and billy is freaking out but he cant act as frazzled as he is in front of them and its almost impossible to let him know shes okay because theyre on the ship so she has to wait for them to dock and billy is sooo relieved

Oh my goddddd he would tweak

𓇼 Iridescent ˚✧ ₊˚

𝐏𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞!𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝.

𝐓𝐰: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞

Of course it’s Ollinger, his paranoid ass is practically falling down the ladder to the crows nest and shouting about a mermaid. He’s supposed to be watching his barometer, not looking for mermaids. But he’s a superstitious, paranoid bastard, and he’s trying to kill women like you, women you’re maybe related to, women you could be friends with, but it’s not until the crew is crowded around Ollinger on the railing and passing around his spyglass, and it’s his turn to peer through the glass, and it’s not a woman like you, it’s fucking you.

Billy’s heart is pounding out of his chest, his mouth is dry. You’re laying on the rocks, probably biding your time in the sun and waiting for nightfall to meet him. And you’re beautiful, your iridescent tail is catching the sunlight, reflecting pinks, blues and purples. Your eyes are peacefully closed, lips moving. Perhaps you’re singing to yourself, passing the time. Now isn’t the time to admire you, Billy reminds himself.

“Get the harpoon! Jesse! Grab the harpoon!” One of the men is shouting, a man who boasted about his immaculate aim. His heart is in his knees, and he can’t find the words to protest, his hands are just moving to the back of his head, he’s turning around, pacing a few steps before lifting the spyglass again and looking at you. The crew is clamoring, Jesse’s handing the deadly weapon to the man who’d shouted for it. Can’t you hear them? Won’t you leave? They’re maybe fifty yards front you, why won’t you just swim away?

“Wait, we— we shouldn’t—“ Billy begins, but he doesn’t have a way to finish. His mind is screaming, he’ll do anything, he just can’t let you get hurt. But before he can do anything, that harpoon is flying through the air, the crew is yelling and screaming, it’s going right for you, he’s praying it won’t hit you, Billy’s begging God for forgiveness for everything he has ever done in his stupid life, asking for that harpoon to redirect itself right at his head, ‘cause your life is anything but stupid, and Billy can’t look, he can’t look—

The crew had mixed reactions. Some cheered, some gasped, some groaned. Billy opens his eyes a crack. His heart feels as if it’s in a compress when he see’s the gut-churning crimson clouding the water, you’re gone from the rocks. Somebody cursed that you’d gotten away, another man scoffs in reply. “John hit ‘er, she just got loose. Bitch’ll bleed out anyway.”

The air was being choked out of his lungs, Billy couldn’t tear his eyes from the rocks. He was white-knuckling the railing, the boat was moving too fucking fast, where you’d been was out of view all too soon. He couldn’t see if you resurfaced. The thought of you lying at the bottom of the sea, he could’ve thrown up over the edge of the boat. But he doesn’t dare utter a word. He can’t draw attention. All he can do is rub his palm over his mouth, screwing his eyes shut, and moving to his bunk.

The moment the boat is docked, he’s beelining it to your spot. His hopes aren’t high. Frankly, Billy’s heart is already twisted so tight that it’s fraying, threatening to snap. It’s only when he spots you, beautiful, mesmerizing, angelic, alive, that his nerves soothe. He wants to bawl like a damn baby, fall to his knees in front of you.

Billy does the latter, atleast. He’s kneeling beside you with buggy eyes, reaching for your shoulders, your hair, your neck— his hands settle for cradling your rosy cheeks and pulling you into such an emotional kiss you feel your own heart becoming weighty. He doesn’t even let you get a word in. You try pulling away, breaking the kiss for air, but he just won’t have that. Well, you suppose you have nostrils for a reason, as you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and let him lay you down on the sand, leaning over you and kissing you silly.

When you finally break from eachother, Billy’s eyes are actually glossy. He’s really about to cry at the sight of you. Those beautiful azure eyes dart over you after a lingering moment of staring, and his eyes find that gut-churning gash along your side. The harpoon hadn’t impaled you. But it’d still grazed you, opened the skin, left scar tissue. It’s been days, and mermaids heal faster than humans, and yet he’s impossibly gentle in tracing his fingertips over the wound. It’s like he’s afraid that his touch alone will bruise you.

Billy’s finally had a rude awakening. You can be hurt. You can be killed. People in this world want to kill his reason for staying in it.

“Oh, baby, my baby… m’so, so sorry, fuck, you ain’t got a clue. My poor girl, those fucking assholes.” Billy spits those last words. He bows the crown of his head twixt your breasts, staring down at the scar marring your perfect body. It physically pained him to see it. His nostrils are flaring, his blue eyes wide, buggy and darting around to avoid tears. You push your fingers through his hair.

You’ve had a rude awakening as well.

“I didn’t realize that…”

“Folks poach mermaids. Yeah.” Billy breathes, screwing his eyes shut. He rolls onto his back, carefully pulling you on top of him. Your hair is damp, wetting his shirt, as if he gives a damn. “My own fuckin’ crew. Baby, I’m so sorry. I promise I had nothin’ t’do with it, I—“

“But you’re still sailing with them?” You propped your head on his chest, eyes doey and brows furrowed. You hadn’t known that you were something to be hunted. You didn’t realize that there was a reason Billy kept you away from his crew, away from town. His eyes were wide, mouth opening and closing lamely.

Billy wasn’t sure what to say. Jesse was the only friend he had, he’d helped Billy when he desperately needed some direction. But you? You were his world. You were the reason he got up in the mornings, the reason he breathed and lived. So, no, though it took him a moment, there was no hesitation in his voice when he breathed, “M’ done with ‘em, sweet girl. Heard ‘bout another pirate by the name Tunstall, turns out I’ve built ‘nough of a reputation for him to seek me out.”

Your expression had relaxed. Billy felt completely confident in his decision— he’d been mulling it over. This was all he needed to be sure. This pushed him off the edge. He pulled you closer, rolling you both over again with his strong arms underneath you. Billy’s plush lips pressed to your temple, slowly, lingering. “I ain’t gonna put you in danger again. Baby, you gotta listen to me when I tell you that y’can’t do that again. You gotta be careful f’me.”

You furrowed your brows, bright eyes lifting to meet his. Your hand came up to hold the back of his neck. Billy cared. Cared so infinitely, you could tell. He loved you like it was breathing. You nodded your head. “I will be. I promise you.”

Billy sighed in relief, thumping his forehead against yours. His eyelids fluttered shut as he pressed another kiss to your lips, this one more languid than the other. This one just as loving, yet not as anguished. His hand ghosted over the scar tissue on your hip, hoping that the warmth of his palm seeped into your soft skin, erasing the pain. He wanted so badly to keep you from any pain.

Billy would do anything to keep you. He wanted to keep you safe, but he selfishly wanted to keep you to himself. He was determined to love you.

Ok I fixed the formatting to be a fic cuz this turned out longer than I thought 😭😭

[hwa-ae]

Keep Quiet —

: ̗̀⇢pairings: student! dohoon x fem! reader

: ̗̀⇢synopsis: IN WHICH you and dohoon cant seem to control yourselves once left alone in an empty classroom after school.

: ̗̀⇢genre: smut, nsfw

: ̗̀⇢warnings: nsfw content, both read and dohoon are of legal age, fingering, p in v, dirty talk, slightly mean dohoon :(, pre-established relationship, dacryphilia, slight chocking, no protection (dont learn from them), public sex, minors do not interact (you are responsible for the content you consume)

: ̗̀⇢author's note: woah! first dohoon post and it happens to be a smut fic 🙏🏻

"dohoon- wait!" you tried to pry dohoon's hand away from between your thighs. you two were in a random empty classroom after school to 'study', except your boyfriend happened to have a... situation after you bent down to grab your pen which has rolled away onto the floor.

"i cant wait, [name], not after you practically shoved yourself in my face..." he mumbled, leaning down to leave open mouth kisses on your soft skin around your neck.

"what if people walk in and see?" you tried to hold his hand, which has been inching closer every second, away from it's goal.

"its after school, nobody will be here anyways, please baby?" he pleaded, looking at you with those eyes you couldnt resist. you finally nodded, moving your hand away from his, allowing it to inch closer and closer to whats behind your underwear.

you let out a soft moan after he rubbed against your clit through your underwear, moving his finger up and down slowly while kissing you deeply.

"shit, [name] you're so wet... is this all for me, baby?" he teased you, moving away to have a better look at your face, smirking as he saw your red face and embarrassed expression.

you stayed quiet, moving your hips against his hand as he halted his movement to stare at you before he stopped your hips with his other hand.

"what a needy girl..." he laughs out, sliding your underwear down your legs, carrying you up to rest you against the desk.

"stop teasing me, dohoonie... you were the horny one anyways..." you huffed, looking away and crossing your arms over your chest, embarrassed as you tried to defend your pride.

"alright, alright, but you wanted this too..." he slowly slid a finger into you as he continued talking. "so wet, my finger slid right in..."

you let out soft breaths, leaning your head against dohoon's wide chest as he fingered you slowly, adding in another finger to help loosen you up.

"shh... stay quiet baby, you wouldn't want someone to walk in on us now, do you? i bet you would like that though," he whispered in your ear as you whimpered, his voice sending shivers down your spine, straight to between your legs.

he sped up his movements, adding in a third finger to stretch you out as much as possible to take him later.

"i cant wait anymore, [name], can i put it in? do you need me to finger you more?" he asked quickly for your consent, not wanting to hurt you in anyway possible, to which you shook your head quickly, begging him to fuck you as soon as possible.

he unzipped his pants, sliding it down enough to pull his cock out of his underwear, using your slick as lube to slide into you smoothly. as soon as he bottomed out inside of you, dohoon lets out a loud groan, looking at where you two are connected with intense eyes.

"youre so tight, are you trying to milk me dry, hm?" he asks a rhetorical question, reaching his hand down to rub your clit slowly. "turn around for me baby, bend over the desk for me."

he slid out of you, turning you around to bend you over in a doggy style position before sliding in again. he began to move his hips, moving quicker and quicker every second, finding a quick rhythm to move his hips to.

"fuck, you feel so good around me..." he cursed, leaning forward and bringing a hand around your throat to pull you back against him, just enough for him to twist his neck to kiss you deeply.

loud pants and skin slapping sounds echoes from the four walls of the room, the locked door not allowing any sounds to travel outside the walls.

"im gonna cum, do you want it inside or outside?" he asked quickly, not halting his movements even after you responded with a soft 'outside'. his thrusts got quicker and sloppier, turning into small humps and less like thrusts with each passing second as he gets closer and closer.

"fuck!" he cursed loudly as he pulled out, spilling all over your back as you orgasmed from his fingers rubbing your clit the entire time. he leaned over, pulling you into a tired kiss as he took his time to breath and rest after that.

he walks away, grabbing a bunch of tissues at the front of the classroom, before walking back and cleaning you off with the tissues.

"you did so well for me, baby. thank you so much for taking care of me," he kissed your cheek and leaves a peck on your lip before pulling your underwear back up and sitting you down on his lap, allowing you to take a short nap, wrapped in his arms ♡

© 2024, hwa-ae ♥︎

do not steal, plagiarise or translate my work on any platforms!

[ourtearsofrain]

Feel Good (D.R.W)

Summary: You help your boyfriend release some energy after a long day.

Pairings: Danny Wagner x reader

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff

Word Count:  3.2k

Warnings: cussing, smut (18+ minors DNI), oral (M receiving), M!sub 

A/N: Could not get the image of Danny looking like this as you suck him off out of my head so I had to write something. Also, please read the smut psa section in my masterlist post!

As your boyfriend smashed out his last drum solo of the night on the stage far in front of you, signaling the end of Highway Tune, lights began flashing as his brothers added to the cacophony of sound by playing random notes on their bass and guitar, the crowd erupting into a roar of cheers. With one final “Thank you everyone, and goodnight!” from Josh, the lights cut from a fiery red to a deep blue, and the four men waved their goodbyes as they set their instruments down and walked off stage. As soon as the stage was clear, the arena’s overhead lights came flickering back on, basking the crowd in bright white light as people shuffled their way towards the exits. You held back, figuring you were in no rush and the security would give you less trouble as you made your way backstage after the swarms of dedicated fans asking for copies of the set list had died down.

After 10 minutes, you figured enough people had left and began your decent to the floor, beginning to regret your decision to sit in the nosebleeds directly across from the stage as you attempted to step around the pools of spilled beer splashed across the stairs. Danny had offered you a spot at barricade, front and center directly in front of him, or off to the side of the stage in the wing, but you had declined both offers. You didn’t want to spend not only the entire opening act as well as the show, but also an hour before the show started, cramped in between screaming fans that had camped out the night before to get those spots, or chance being in people’s videos and pictures as you watched from the wing.

You made your way across the arena floor towards the barricade and show your backstage pass to a security guard standing by the gate; he takes it and lets you pass after thoroughly examining it for longer than you thought necessary. You make your way through the twists and turns of the corridors, attempting to remember where the dressing rooms were, eventually giving up and asking a stagehand to point you in the right direction. After thanking her profusely, you make your way towards where you hoped she had said they were.

Too lost in thought attempting to remember the exact instructions given to you, you suddenly run head first into Sam as he exits his dressing room in a hurry. “Shit, I am so sorry.” He starts, not realizing who he ran into. “Oh, it’s you.”

“Wow don’t sound excited or anything, good to see you too Sammy. Great show tonight.”

“Sorry, I don’t mean to sound disappointed that its you or anything.” Pressing his fingertips into his forehead firmly, he squeezes his eyes shut and sighs. Opening them again he continues, “And thanks, although your boyfriend seems to think otherwise. He’s being a real piece of work right now so just tread lightly. You looking for him?”

“Yeah, I am actually. Could you point me in the right direction? I cant seem to find my way around this place at all tonight. And wait, what do you mean? What’s wrong with Danny?”

“I think he tried a new brand of drumsticks for tonight’s show and they kept breaking, something about them being ‘Cheap pieces of shit’. I don’t know, he was pretty fed up after his third pair snapped at the very end of Highway Tune.” He begins walking away from you backwards, towards where you thought the performer’s entrance must be. “Anyways, I’m too tired right now to try and talk to him more so, and I mean this with all the love in my heart, he’s your problem now. His dressing room is 2 doors back, good luck.”

You throw a weak smile in his direction as he continues backpedaling. “Thanks Sammy, goodnight.”

“Night kid.” And with that, he turns around and disappears down the corridor.

Walking over to the door Sam had said belonged to Danny, you take a deep breath, attempting to release all the tension from your body before bringing your fist up to the wood and knocking three times. “Who is it?” You hear your boyfriend’s voice snap, although muffled by the barrier between the two of you you noticed he sounded strained and angry.

“Just me love, can I come in?” You ask softly, hoping your calm responses and tone will help deescalate your boyfriend’s mood, or at least not further frustrate him.

“It’s unlocked.” He replies, and you try the handle, slowly opening the door to find Danny standing in front of the dressing room’s vanity, still shirtless after the show and bent at the waist to look in the mirror, aggressively scrubbing at his eyes with a makeup wipe.

“Hey hey hey love slow down, you’re going to rub your skin raw.” You say as you close the door behind yourself and briskly make your way over to him, grabbing his hand to stop his attack at the smudged makeup surrounding his eyes. “Let me help you, sit down please.” As he follows your instructions, taking a seat in a chair closest to the vanity, you grab a new wipe, leaning down and cupping the side of his face with one hand as you begin to gently take his ruined eyeshadow off.

Closing both of his eyes, he lets out a long sigh, and you can see his body relax under your touch. After a few quiet minutes, he says, “Thank you.”, voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course, love." You discard the used wipe and grab a new one to begin on the other eye. "I ran into Sam in the hall, he told me about the drumsticks. I’m sorry they were frustrating tonight, is there anything else bothering you, or was it just that?”

He takes a sharp breath in, irritation painting his features as he recalls the events of that day. “It was that and its just been a long day. The twins have been bickering all day over the smallest things, and I think Sam has been instigating for entertainment. Either that, or he can’t read a fucking room. I’m running on like 5 hours of interrupted sleep, so I guess I have been more easily agitated. Like I said, it’s just been a long, frustrating day.” He opens his eyes after you finish wiping the last of his makeup off, tossing the stained wipe into a nearby trash can and taking a seat in his lap, straddling him. You place your hands on his shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze as he brings his hands up to your hips. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to complain about everything today. Really, I’m alright now.”

“It’s alright, I don’t mind listening, and I appreciate you telling me what’s bothering you. Is there anything I can do to help?”

He sighs, letting his forehead fall forward to your shoulder. “No, I don’t think so. Venting helped, like I said I’m alright now. Just want to get back to the hotel and take a hot shower.”

You move one hand to the back of his head, and begin lightly smoothing your hand over his hair, playing with some of his curls. “Alright, then let’s get your things and head back to the hotel. You can take a nice hot shower, and then we can curl up together and pass out. How does that sound love?”

“M’not tired.” He mumbles into your shoulder. Pulling away, he looks at you with a slightly defeated expression. “You’d think I would be after getting shitty sleep and having a long day but, as much as I want to, I don’t know if I would be able to sleep any time soon. I don’t know, I feel like I still have so much pent-up energy left over, I need to do something to get it out.”

As you look down at your boyfriend beneath you, you remember how you felt tonight whenever the screens on either side of the stage showed him; how the light caught his sweat-soaked skin, how his arms looked as he played, how his tongue poked out from behind his teeth whenever he was caught up in the music, and how he threw his head back, mouth open as if an unheard moan was escaping him, as he pounded out the finale. A mischievous smile crosses your face as you bring your hand at the back of his head back down to his shoulder and continuing its decent, joined by your other hand as you slowly run them down his pecs and out to his sides. They come to a stop on his hips, just above his belt. You lean forward until your lips are centimeters away from his. “I think I know how we can fix that.” you whisper, lips brushing his.

“Oh? And what-“ he starts, before you cut him off with a searing kiss. As the kiss becomes more desperate, his hands grip your hips and you grind your hips down onto him, causing his mouth to fall open slightly as he lets out a quiet moan. You draw back, letting your eyes roam over him, from his flushed cheeks and blown out pupils, down his chest, and eventually landing on the area of his metallic pants just below his belt buckle that's becoming more and more strained by the second. You bring your gaze back up to meet his, as he looks at you with a needy want painted across his face.

He clears his throat, attempting to clear his head as well. “How about we… uh how about we head back to the hotel now and… and continue this there?” he breathily stutters out.

You lean forward once more, catching his lips with your own quickly. Keeping your face mere inches from his own, you reply, “Sounds like a plan.”, voice laced with desire. You stand up and begin collecting his belongings scattered around the room, finding a sweater and tossing it towards him, still seated in the chair. “Well?” you ask expectantly, “Are we leaving or not?”

He zones back in, having been lost in his thoughts of what you could possibly have in store for him, and frantically pulls the sweater on, getting up from the chair and making his way to the door with you by his side. “You sure you don’t want to change into sweats or something?” you question, letting out a small laugh of amusement from how eager he was to leave the arena.

“Nope, I’m alright.” He insists, despite his failed attempt at discreetly loosening his pants by pulling down on the fabric at his crotch.

“Alright,” you shrug, “Your choice.” He holds the door open for you and as you pass him you lean in, whispering, “Doesn’t matter much anyways; they’ll be coming off sooner or later.”, continuing out the door and towards the hallway you had seen Sam go down earlier.

“You coming love?” Looking back you see Danny still standing in the doorway, face flushed and lips slightly parted. He snaps his attention back to you and nearly slams the door, quickly making his way to your side, slotting his hand into yours as you exit the arena.

-

The second the door to your room closed and both of your shoes are kicked to the side, your hands are planted firmly on his chest, shoving him against the nearest wall. He lets out a surprised gasp before you connect your lips with his, one of his hands coming up to tangle in your hair and the other on your lower back, pressing you flush against his front. You playfully bite down on his lower lip and feel his hardening dick twitch as he lets out a groan. Your hands roam downwards to the hem of his sweater, and your lips leave his long enough for you to pull it off his arms and over his head. He replaces his hands on you as you begin nipping at the sensitive skin on his neck, eliciting a soft sigh as Danny leans his head back until it hits the wall behind him.

You start to trail your lips down his neck, over his collarbone, between his pecs, and down the center of his abdomen, stopping yourself on your knees at the base of his happy trail, just above where he needs you most. With his chest already rising and falling rapidly with shallow anticipatory breaths, you slowly run your hand from where it rested just above his knee upwards along the top of his thigh. It comes to a stop on his dick, and you run your hand back and forth over it, squeezing gently. His moan is followed by a breathy “Please...”. You stand and bring your lips to the shell of his ear, relishing in his small shiver from your breath on his skin.

“Please what?”

“You…” he pants, “You know what. Stop teasing.” You turn away from him, beginning to walk across the room, leaving him whining at the loss of contact. He grabs your wrist, stopping you about a foot away from the bottom of the bed. “No, wait!” he sighs. “Please… please make me feel good, love.”

You turn, giving him a wolfish grin. “Now, was that so hard?” Pulling him towards you, you turn the two of you and lightly push him towards the bed, causing the back of his knees to hit the base of it. You move your hand to his cheek, holding the sharp edge of his jaw and bring his face towards yours, keeping your eyes locked on his blown-out pupils. “Don’t worry baby, I’m going to make you feel so good.” you whisper before shoving him backwards onto the bed.

He lands on his back and slowly moves up until his head is resting against the headboard as he’s propped up on his elbows, one leg bent at the knee. You gradually make your way up the bed on your hands and knees, coming to a stop between his legs as you begin another attack on his lower abdomen, lightly sinking your teeth into the soft flesh there before soothing the sting with soft kisses. His fists grip the sheets as you pull your mouth away and leisurely undo his belt buckle, undoing the button of his pants and drawing the zipper down. You maintain eye contact with him as your hands find his waistband and hook your fingers under the hem of both his boxers and pants, taking your time pulling them down his legs as his cock springs free of its constraints. Once free of his clothes, you grip his thigh with one hand and take him in your hand with the other, causing him to gasp at the contact. You look him in the eyes as you lick a stripe up the underside of him from base to tip, swirling your tongue over his already leaking head. You finally wrap your lips around him, sinking down and taking him all the way despite your gag reflex screaming at you to stop.

“Oh my fucking god.” he moans, squeezing his eyes shut and letting his head fall back. You pull yourself off him completely, causing him to open his eyes in surprise and groan in protest.

“I want your eyes on me until you’re cumming down my throat, got it? You’re not getting shit if I don’t see you watching how good I’m taking you.” You wait for a response, cocking an eyebrow when you don’t get one. “I said, got it?”

“Yes. I got it, I won’t look away I promise. Please keep going.” His whine turns into a loud moan as you sink back down onto him, his cock hitting the back of your throat. You bring your head back up, your hand pumping his base as you hollow your lips around his head, bobbing up and down. He struggles to keep his eyes on you, but keeps his promise as you continue fervently sucking him off, his knuckles turning white as he fists the sheets below him. “Fuck baby, that feels so good.” he gasps as you let out a hum of satisfaction. “Just like that, oh fuck I’m so close.”

You moan at his words, the vibrations sending him over the edge as he screws his eyes shut, his back arching off the bed as his head loudly hits the headboard and he lets out a string of moans and curse words, and you feel his hot release coat the back of your throat. His arms give out and he collapses fully onto his back, panting heavily as you pull off of him, cleaning any remaining cum off him with your tongue.

You move up the bed until you are laying on your side next to him and gently brush a stray strand of hair behind his ear, cradling his cheek with your hand and turning his face towards yours as you place a gentle kiss on his forehead. “How about we go take a shower and get you better cleaned up, love?”

He opens his eyes, squinting at you in blissed-out confusion. “What about you? You took care of me, now it’s your turn to feel good.” he half-whines.

“Tonight was about making you feel good, baby. You’ve had a long day, you need rest. We can cuddle up and fall asleep right after we shower; I’ll be alright tonight, I promise I don’t need anything right now.”

“Fine…” he grumbles. “But I’m gonna repay the favor sometime soon.”

You laugh, “Sounds like a deal.”, gently kissing him before getting off the bed and pulling him to the edge, leaving him sitting there as you strip your own clothes off. Once undressed, he wraps his arms around your abdomen, pulling you in between his legs as he peppers your stomach with soft kisses. You let him, placing your hands in his hair and playing with his curls for a few moments. “Alright, c’mon. Let’s go.” you say as you grab his hands and unwrap him from yourself before tugging him to a stand. You let go of one hand as you make your way towards the bathroom, pulling him along behind you.

You shower in comfortable silence, finally finishing 30 minutes later after frequently interrupting your routines with short, lazy make-out sessions. You dry off and change into your PJ’s, him in nothing but a pair of loose sweatpants, and you in light shorts and one of his T shirts, and complete your nighttime routines side by side. Once finished, Danny crawls into the bed, holding the sheet up for you as you crawl in next to him. He wraps his arms around you, drawing you into his chest in a bear hug and you bring your hands up to rest on his chest, forehead against his collarbone as you tangle your legs together.

You’re the first to break the silence; “Love you.” you say, voice barely above a whisper as your breath fans across his chest.

The last thing you hear before drifting off into a warm, deep sleep is his sleepy response of, “Love you too.”

[slashingdisneypasta]

Doll!Chucky x Drunk!Fem!Reader x Freddy Krueger || Headcanons

*Set in the Horror House

Topic: Its a classic- you get drunk because you've had a sucky, sucky day. And you're just wondering by the house, barefoot and probably cold, when Chucky and Freddy see you and get you inside. (And... boy, does that sound threatening 😅 To be clear- this is mostly fluff XD )

(This can be read as romantic or platonic! Readers choice.)

Warnings: Characters who have no business ever being characterised as nice, being nice (In a way that I hope is still them 😅), Reader is sad and uses alcohol to numb themselves. (You're not depressed or an alcoholic though), and also the word 'bitch' is used quite a bit, I'm sorry 😅😅

Look if no one else is gonna write mindless, non-canonical fluff for these two shits then I WILL-

🍺 You're sitting on the porch swing with a blanket over your shoulders and Chucky in your lap, playing with his bright orange hair while Freddy lectures you- how did you get here??? This explanation is seemingly very simple.

🍺 Today was the first day of your life... it started out good, texting with Jennifer while you got ready for the day, but then you had a fight. Sure, you would both get over it tomorrow and you knew that, but it felt awful. Then your bus was late and so you were late to work, it was a busy busy day, your mood deteriorated... and finally you left early because you just felt that upset- which just made you feel worse, for missing work!

🍺 So you decided to go have a drink at a bar. That turned into 2... 3... then you were in a guy's lap and you lost your shoes. He was an ass, turns out, of course, and so the next thing you know--

🍺 You're strolling drunkenly, barefoot, down Jennifer's street sniffling and sipping a cheap wine straight out of the bottle. You just wanna see her- you think if she sees you so fucked up and sad then she'll stop being mad at you and... *sniffle*... give you some cuddles, and make you feel better after this hell day...

🍺 Oh, you hope she will. You need your best *hick* friend... *hick* please...

🍺 You're just wandering down the footpath, almost tripping a couple of times, when you hear fast footfalls behind you (Like boots) and a hand lands on your shoulder. You whip around, wide eyed, but relax immediately when you recognise Freddy's familiar form in your tipsy, dazed state. He's looking amused at you, and vaguely you think he must know that you're drunk, must have figured it out (He's clever ^^), because he waits for you to fully focus on him. Then with one blade he points downwards to your feet, letting you follow his gesture before talking.

🍺 "Princess I don't think you're supposed to leave the prince both shoes. If he cant findya with just one, I don't think you even want a dumbass prince like that."

🍺 "Hm?-... oh... I- I... it was hot... "

🍺 "Too hot for your shoes?" He looks bemused, but in your drunken state you think he's just concerned for you.

🍺 "Mhm... "

🍺 "... where are you going to, anyway?"

🍺 "Um, I- I-... " You start sniffling again, remembering where you were going and why you feel so so crappy- eyes immediately filling up with tears. "Oh. I, I was looking for- for Jen... We had a fi-ight, and I... I really needa see 'er... "

🍺 Freddy stares at you for a few moments- as much as he loves to see someone - anyone. especially something so fucking cute, like you, - crying like little bitch in front of him, something about this... doesn't sit right with him. After a moment of thought, he grows annoyed at his own lack amusement and twists you around and guides you back down the footpath again. "Well you're goin the wrong way. You go in this house, you'll find a bitch but she's asian, and she's gonna be real confused why you broke into her house late at night- c'mon. Lemme tell ya, jail aint for you."

🍺 He leads you to the right house - they all look the same in the dark!! you didn't know you were going to the wrong one... - and as soon as you step up onto the porch you hear another harsh voice yell in a way that makes you jump right out of your skin.

🍺 "Where the hell are that girls shoes, fuckface!?"

🍺 "Fuck, everything's my fault around here, huh kid?... I don't know, bitch. She said she was too hot wearing them, gimmie a break."

🍺 "We all know she's hot Freddy, that wasn't my question." Chucky sniggers, sat up on the porch swing with a wicked grin on his face. When he looks at your properly, sniffling and blowing your nose into a tissue from your pocket, and he makes an ewwwww sort of face, instead. "... and you made her cry. That's a little kinky even for you."

🍺 "... Uh, not its not."

🍺 "You're right, its not. Aaanyway- what the hell did you do to her??"

🍺 Here you finished wiping your nose and, tiredly now, turned to shake your head at Chucky. "No, its... *sniff* I was- was looking for Jen... a guy at the bar... he- he was an ass, and I just- "

🍺 Immediately they exchange an uncomfortable look. "Uhhh- what kinda ass?" Chucky asks, while Freddy gives you a quick once over.

🍺 You shrug, not truly thinking about what you're saying. "I- I thought he w-wanted t' cheer me up... but he didn't... she will, th- though, I hope,.. do you- do either of you know where she is maybe?... "

🍺 "Ehh... sorry kid, hate ta break it you ya but she left for the night... " As soon as those words leave Chucky's mouth your eyes fill up with tears all over again and you almost start crying immediately- before he fast tracks to stop it. "But hey!- y' share that bottle with me and y'can hang here. I betcha I'm better company then that millennial whore."

🍺 ... really? Immediately your heart soars, getting special treatment from one the meanest and scariest assholes in this house. The nicest thing you had ever heard him say before this moment!, you think!, was 'Get the fuck out of my way, please'! When you turn to Freddy, silently asking if that would be okay, he flashes you a smirk.

🍺 "Well, I am."

🍺 "Shut the fuck up, you pair of cauterized ass cheeks."

🍺 "That's a new one." "Yeah, pretty good, eh?" "Not bad, plastic breath."

🍺 As you sit down on the porch swing beside Chucky, taking some deep breaths of fresh, cool nighttime air to try and sober yourself, Chucky takes the cheap wine and he looks ridiculous with it but he takes a big gulp of it. Then turns to you, and asks promptly- so why're you so fucked up tonight, huh? Somethin' bad happen?

🍺 You stop, think about it... and immediately start crying into your hands.

🍺 Freddy pulls his hat down roughly over his eyes, and groans "no class... "- as if he's got any, either. Then turns and waltzes into the house again saying he's going to get the fucking box.

🍺 (He actually just goes to pee and comes back with a blanket for you)

🍺 A good while later, and you're getting quite sleepy just sitting there listening to Chucky and Freddy go back and forth from either side of you (You're not really contributing to the conversation, just sitting there with a blanket around you nodding or letting out little 'mhm's or 'uhuh's if they look at you to agree with them) and your gaze slips over to Chucky.

🍺 He stops mid-sentence to look at you, like, whadaya want?

🍺 Quickly he deadpans, recognising the look in your eye that he's become very familiar with since... you know... living as a good guy doll. "... you wanna fucken hold me, don't you?"

🍺 ... "Mhm... " You nod.

🍺 "Fuck, no. Get it outta your head. Do you think I enjoy that shit?? I'm the goddam Lakeshore Strangler, bitch, not a fucken Cabbage Patch kid. I'm feared. I'm infamous- no, do not fucken cry again. I swear, I'll stab you if you cry. Don't test me. Don't- aghhh!" After a few moments, he gives up, letting you gather him in your lap; One arm wrapping around his middle and the other hand slipping into his soft, messy hair. "If you tell anyone in there about this shit, you're gonna wake up with a new hole. I don't know where it'll be yet, I think I'll be spontaneous about it, but it will hurt."

🍺 "And you- " When Chucky turns to Freddy, who looks like he's about to explode seeing this, he stops. ... Slowly, he grins. "You know what?... Freddy buddy, why don't you tell us again how you lost so fucken bad to the momma's boy?" ... oh dear, you think, eyes going wide and round.

🍺 Like a light switch, all amusement is gone from Freddy's face, replaced by a furious glare, and he takes a deep, deep, deeeeeep breath; Getting up from the swing to stand in front of the two of you. "... you move your asses outta that chair before I finish and you die."

🍺 So yeah... explanation is seemingly very simple... but who would really believe you if you tried to tell them this all happened and Chucky and Freddy Krueger were actually nice to you??

[wrens-versus-the-world]

Intertwined With the Inhuman

Hehe :D Heres the first chapter!

Cross posted on wattpad under Dontjudgemepels

chapter one: and so it begins

(next chapter: 2)

as I looked at the letter for the fifth time today, I still couldn't believe it.

I, Y/n L/n, got a free ticket to japan and a free ticket back as well. I am so happy that I kept entering into those raffles!

I packed up my bags and prepared every thing that I may need while in japan. Another thing that I'm happy about is that, since I kept entering into the raffles I have quite a lot of yen, as well as a free hotel room and some free- non- expiring tickets to various events, which makes my life as a college student extremely easy, and my summer all the more fun!

I texted my group chat:

three best friends in a room:

depression (jerry), Cat lover(you), and smart one (cherry (cher for short))

Cat lover:

I'm so excited, but I'm also sad, since I won't see y'all and I cant afford to pay for the out of county wifi. D:

Smart one:

Well, that part sucks but japan is a safe country, and plus It'll be a good way to relax after the school year. those finals were rough

Depression:

thats for sure, those finals fucked me up, I didn't sleep for four days to study and then right after them I slept for two and a half days straight!

Smart one:

...

Jerry that's not safe.

anyways...

Y/n take lots of pictures, get us souvenirs and have fun! that's the best thing you can do okay! And if you ever feel unsafe just call the cops on a public phone, okay?

Cat lover:

see this is why you're my smart friend, And I'll try to keep that in mind... Anyways, I have a flight early in the morning, love y'all I'll try to take lots of pictures and get you gifts and food lol! ttyl

depression:

...

I thought i was your smart friend too...

Cat lover:

You are!!

depression:

yea sure, anyway, have fun loser, we'll miss you

smart one:

...

cat lover:

...

depression:

?

cat lover:

awww you'll miss me :D

*depression has logged off*

cat lover:

pft...

Smart one:

ignore him, he's right tho, we will indeed miss you! so you'd better have enough fun for all of us! love you, and get to bed

*Smart one has logged off*

I turned my phone off smiling to myself, my friends are so great!

Time skip: the next day (3: 30am)

I ran around the house making sure I had everything, seeing that I did, I called my uber and let them know to pick me up.

I walked out the door, and brought my suitcases out with me, and sat at the curb to wait.

while I waited I decided to play some honkai star rail, since I wouldn't be able to play it in japan (no wifi and all)...

the sound of a car pulling up brought be back to reality, and a girl with rich dark skip stepped out, "are you, Y/n, the cat lover?" she asked.

"yes, are you Trina...?" I asked unsure.

"yes! yes I am, okay hop in, let me help you with your bags." she beamed.

the ride to the airport was nice, the time flew by as I talked with trina, she was a really nice person. As we talked I found out that she also played star rail and we bonded over that, at the end of the ride we made sure to exchange ids (in game).

I made my way into the airport after saying goodbye to trina.

After checking in, checking my bags, and going through security I went to sit at my gate (for the flight).

Time skip: In japan

the voice of the flight attendant woke me up:

"Welcome to japan, and thanks for flying with our airlines!"

and she said that i looked out the window, to see the airport in japan, it was quite something (especially knowing i went across the globe to come here).

"we will now begin un-boarding."

Time skip: at the hotel:

the hotel was beautiful, the pictures did it no justice. The hotel was supposed to be a more modern twist on a traditional japanese design.

There was a closet, a bathroom and plenty of other things in the suite.

I unpacked some into the room, putting my clothes into the closet, my toiletries into the bathroom, and organizing everything else.

after I was settled in and had showered I looked at my To-Do list

1- go to a shrine

'seems simple enough' I thought to myself as I changed into a modest outfit, and grabbed the map, smoothly making my way out the door.

Saying goodbye to the staff as I left and letting them know that I'd be out. (Y/n speaking no japanese the staff thankfully speak english too)

the staff were even nice enough to point me in the direction of the shrine that I wanted to go to.

thanking them, I ran out the door, eager to get there! I made my way down the roads following their directions.

after a while, I found myself lost.

"that's okay I have my phone, Gps is good for this." I said to myself as I pulled my phone out.

"no wifi"

"...l-I forgot about that." I said as I read the error message that showed up as I tried to use the gps app.

as I was cursing my luck a blue haired male bumped into me causing me to drop my phone.

"Sorry miss, here let me get it for you" he said as he bent down and grabbed my phone. handing it to me when he stood back up.

"oh don't worry about it, thanks." I responded

'he's so nice'

I looked up at him to meet his eyes only to be met with a mask covering them.

"say, sir, I'm lost do you mind giving me directions to the shrine." I asked, inwardly hoping that I wasn't bothering him.

"Why of course." he said as he continued to give me the directions

"Thank you so much" I said as he finished, " I really owe you one-"

I was about to offer to buy him coffee but I was interrupted by the shout of a mad in a black coat and glasses, with black hair.

"Dottore! we're going to be late." he shouted

'oh'

"I'll let you get going, sorry to take up so much of your time, thanks again." I said to him as I made my way to the shrine, finding it much easier now that i had clearer directions.

Time skip: at the shrine

I got a fortune slip, and some pictures for my friends. and on the way to the shrine I happened to see a traditional dango stand... so I had to get some

it was very good, Jerry would be very jealous.

The sun started to set, so I finished up my time at the shrine, concluding it by ringing the bell three times and praying.

time skip: at the hotel

It was so fun, as I came back into the suite room I set down my shoes and got ready for a shower, where I washed up for bed.

after the shower I put some of the things I got for my friends into my empty suitcase, before getting into the bed.

Sighing contently, I turned to the lamp next to me and turned it off. trying to get comfortable in the bed (you're wearing a robe to sleep in btw).

as I let my eyes wonder I was met with some lifeless blue eyes.

a small 'ah' left my lips as I shot up from the covers.

the eyes just stayed there, neither of use made an attempt to move.

"wh- what do you want?" I questioned quietly, almost a whisper.

as I said that the man began to move towards me , soon the bed dipped as he crawled towards me. we were face to face, I began to lean away from him, my body leaning into the mattress as his towered over me and leaned in closer.

if we had been lovers the position would have been romantic, but I had never seen this man.

I soon had no where to lean now and he was awfully close to my face. I turned my head away from him, which in turn gave him access to my neck, to which he buried his nose into, and he seemed to be swelling me.

"you smell so good" the ginger haired male said in a deep voice as he attempted to bury his head further into my next, where my neck met my collar bone.

when i suddenly felt something wet on my neck i reflexively pushed him, causing our eyes to meet once more.

"you're quite the interesting human, I wonder." he said as I shook slightly

"who-"

"why do you smell like dottore?" the ginger growled

at the name of the man I'd seen earlier I relaxed some, although i'm not sure why.

"huh, are you perhaps in some sort of relationship with that man?" he asked his voice laced with venom as he mentioned him. "Your body relaxed when I said his name."

I wanted to reply, I just couldn't find my voice.

'who was this man?'

"childe I do suggest you don't go marking that which isn't yours." a deep voice interrupted.

the two of us turned our attention to a grey older man, who was illuminated by the moon light.

the man's above me, childe, obliged and got off of me, which allowed me to sit up and scoot away.

looking at the grey older man once more, I noticed that he had some sort of mask covering half of his face. and I also noticed his eye and how it seemed to glow.

I gazed back to childe and noticed how he looked like dog following its master's rules.

"I do apologize about his behavior, it is almost the full moon and he must not have been able to control himself." the older man said.

I opened my mouth to speak, but ultimately didnt know how to respond, " Uh, I suppose it should be okay... as long as it doesn't happen again..." I said, unsure the entire time.

suddenly I saw a flash of blue and heard a thud.

childe was on the ground four feet from the bed, i suddenly felt two arms wrapping themselves around me, I looked around and I couldn't tell who's arms they were.

childe was on the ground and the older man's was still standing.

the person behind me began to lean down to where my neck met my collar bone.

"it's okay, it's just me" Dottores voice whispered against my skin and he loosened his grip on my waist, allowing me to turn around to see him.

In my fear ridden state I clung to him, my arms wrapped around his neck, and in turn his arms tightened around my waist.

"I'm sorry" I whispered to him, so quietly, that he almost didn't catch it.

he rubbed his hand on the small of my back and glared at childe, and said, "I don't know why you're apologizing, but if anyone should apologize it should be me."

His sudden confession caused me to look up at him, only for him to lean down into my exposed neck (the robe was now slightly disheveled now thanks to childe) and bit down, causing me to gasp in surprise.

a deep sense of sleep soon took over me, as I began to hear dottore gulp , and my vision faded in and out, before faded to black. 

A/n:

>:D 

How is everyone liking it so far? 

also, im glad people here (tumblr) are enjoying this far more than the people on wattpad (which is a little surprising to me, but anyways.)

[one1ibra]

Here's my thoughts (I haven't seen the new movie but read the book twice). Snow's biggest turning point is when he and Lucy run away. (He'd had several shifts to evil earlier but hadn't fallen into it 100%) When Lucy abandons him and then there's the incident with the snake that was his shift. He goes on to become a very horrible person as we know. However I think he had one last tie to district 12 that never gets settled. And that's little Maude Ivory. I think he genuinely cared for her as a brother and I think that's the only reason he helped katniss. I think his honesty to katniss as twisted as it was, was his way of apologizing to his last and final tie to district twelve.

I also am a huge fan of the Lucy//Coin theory and wonder if that maybe is one of the reasons Snow warns Katniss about Coin.

Anyway I truly liked the book and cant wait to see the movie once it's free to stream (on disney+ I think)

I have a soft spot for unreliable narrators as well as the political/philosophical theory undertone of the hunger games.

[zstargalaxy]

May I request a Suicune/Entei/Raikou!MC and them telling their story of how they were rejuvenated by Ho-Oh?

TWISTED WONDERLAND X POKEMON

TWST react to the legend of Ho-Oh {Suicune/Entei/Raikou MC}

"Long ago, during the time of constant warring, there were two towers that the people of Ecruteak city had built,The Bell tower and the Brass tower"

"The Bell tower is where Ho-Oh, guardian of the skies, reside"

The said pokemon soared through the skies with its colorful wings spread wide up in the sky.

"While Lugia, guardian of the seas, rested upon the Brass tower"

"These two towers attracted the two legendary pokemon, where it had became a place where people can commune with these pokemon and where peace can be bring among both species of human and gijinka. They worhiped while also admiring, loving and acquisitivly furnishing these two towers"

"Until-"

*BOOM!*

"Aaaah!"

You blinked at your friend's reaction upon hearing the sound of thunder from outside the Ramshackle dorm.

Some had jumped and let out a scream, while others had taken shalter under their pillows and blankets or anyone beside them upon hearing the roar of thunder.

"Tch" Leona look at everyone in the living room with a glare in he's eyes "its just thunder".

"Ahem" Sebek coughed as he compose himself from embarrassingly jumping onto Silver whem the lighting struck "Of course I know! I was just unaware of the storm approaching outside!"

Leona rolled he's eyes as everyone else quickly composed themselves aswell from the jump they had.

You see, today is your anniversary of being in Twisted Wonderland for atleast a year and some of your friends thought of giving you a suprise. With the storm outside reminding you how you came to be, you thought of giving them the story of how you amd your fellow trio members were came back to life.

Your status, species and where you had come from had intrigued every one of your friends when you had told them the truth. They all wouldn't have inagine, yet cant help but agreed, that you are one of the legendary ones in your home world.

The first ones to have discovered was the Adeuce and Grim.

Though, Malleus was the first one to have indirectly guess that you are of someone with great piwer without you sayibg anythibg upon first meeging eachother.

"Apologies for the sudden spook (Suicune/Entei/Raikou)" Vil apologize on everyone's behalf "You may continue".

"Yeah!" Grim shouted with a can of tuna in hand "Continue the story?!When did you came back to life anyway?! Just go to that part already!"

You rolled your eyes at Grim's usual unpatient behavior "In due time, Grim. In due time" the monster only huffed yet didnt say anyfurter as you resume your story telling.

"Where was I? Oh yes..."

"Until a lightning had struck the Bell tower on one faithful night. The lightning had cause a great fire, a fire so great that it had engulfed the whole tructure in a mighty inferno"

"Oh how terrible!" Rook exclaim grimly "What an awful scenario to have happen to such beautiful architecture. Being englufed by a powerful fire..."

"But not as great as mine" Grim boasted.

"Not now Grim" You, Ace and Deuce said to the cat monster.

"But still" Ace turn towards you "Where did you fit into this? You did say that you were resurrected during that flame, were you saving someone there?"

You shook your head solemly at that guess, remmebering the heat and burning touch of the flames that had grazed your skin during that time "No...no one had came to save us".

"Save us?" Epel questioned until it had hit him and slowly, everyone else followed on what that statement you had said have been implied to.

"Wait, you mean..." a nod was all they need to know that what they had thought.

"Yes" you nodded.

"During the burning, me and the other two of our trio were traped at the raging flames. We have no way out so...we perished among the burning wood and ashes of the bell tower"

"(Suicune/Entei/Raikou)..." Kalim didnt know what else to say, to hear that such a tragic end that he's friend had gone through "Oh (Suicune/Entei/Raikou)!"

"Oof!"

"Kalim!"

Jamil shouted upon the sudden action of the young heir hugging you out of no where with tears in he's eyes "Get off of them!"

Everyone sweatdropped at the scene.

"Were sorry that we had asked!" Kalim aplogize rather loudly as Jamil pulled him off of you " We should have known!"

You wave it off "No need to worry, Kalim. I quite use to it to be honest" It was kinda true.

You sometimes watch in disguse of various plays around Johto about the tale of Ho-Oh from long ago. Though it may be long ago that you have been given a second chance, that faithful night is always engrave to your mind during some days and nights upon remembering how you had once suddenly perished.

"But still, (Suicune/Entei/Raikou)" Malleus had spoke "That mustve been quite a horrible experience to remember by".

"It is" you agreed sadly at the

"I didnt know exactly what had happened next but I do know that soon after, a great rain had poured down onto the raging flames of the bell tower, eventually extinguishing the fire. We were already dead when the fire had died down but Ho-Oh, out of saddness and disgrace, had descended down amidst the destruction and had bestow life upon us once again. We have became the representation of the lightning that had struck, the flame that engulfed and the rain that extinguished"

"Ho-Oh is sure is a strong beast" commented Jade "To have the magic to resurrect life...that is quite impressive"

"Indeed" Malleus agreed, very well aware that giving life back to the dead is quite a hard feat to do and not very easy that not even he can do with he's current magic.

"Fufufu~ it seems there is more to you than we think, Prefect" chuckled the vice prefect of Diasomnie.

"Yes" Vil nodded "you power is certainly quite strong, even strong enough to rival Malleus" and that was saying something "yet also agreeable of what you meant by some people thinking that Ho-Oh is nothing more than a myth"

"But here I am" you proudly stated with your head held high and back positioned to give you a rather powerful look at how you had become now "And Ho-Oh does exists...waiting for me and my fellow comrades to see that humans, pokemon and gijinkas leave in corporation and harmony for it to return"

"Do you think that will ever happen soon?" Jack asked out of curiosity.

"..."

You arent so sure to be honest. Your job was to watch and observe the activities among the species of your world to see if cooperation had come between them all, yet through those long years, you never wished or even hoping of when that will come.

The minute you and your friends have been revived, many of the citizens quickly had thrown rocks at you, holding sticks and have writtened despise on their facial expressions that it was the cause of your wariness among humans and even gijinkas.

But you knew better that there others like some children arent spiteful.

All you knew was to wait for the time has come.

"Time will tell, Jack Howl, Time will tell" you calmly reply "After all, Ho-Oh revives us for a reason and we will serve that reason until it is complete".

"Such admirable devotion, (Suicune/Entei/Raikou)!" Sebek shouted " I highly respect you of your loyal to the one who had graciously saved you!!"

"Hush, Sebek" the said guard in training quickly quiet himself when you immediately said that.

After all, he didnt want to have the same consequence like last time.

Especielly from a Legendery Pokemon like you.

[fictionfixations]

i finally reached it

already forgot what chapters it was but know it was like the last few chapters (SPOILERS)

lets just take a moment and lOOK AT HIM. LIKE HES SO PRETTYYYY and tHAT LITTLE SMILE !!!!

also AWEEE

and look at sad riddle aghh (honestly i don't think i'll ever like hearing full on crying, but the va did a fantastic job. like it wasnt just sniffles it was full on wailing)

like

trey: *saying something*

riddles dialogue box is literally just: *sob*

(anyway the section where we saw riddle's backstory was sad. and i noticed that the boxes where we get his thoughts sometimes cover his mouth so we can't see his expression. maybe it doesnt really mean anything but it felt like something to me)

anyway. you know how i got into twisted wonderland cause i read khr fics where skull was them or something? there was a riddle rosehearts one. and it honestly solidified riddle as one of my favorites before i even knew him

also it makes a lot more sense now (the writer gave him a happy family for one though which awe)

also "...and completely lost track of the time." gave me literal chills

anyway i hate the purple twistunes (sometimes the blue and red ones are trippy when notes are playing at the same time but i got into the habit of 1. listening to the music for guidelines, and 2. noting which color came first so i dont get confused). they're so unreasonably hard sob getting the timing right is hard and the music is a liar because i expect there to be a beat so i hit too early because im listening to the music and its WRONG. so i have to take the music with a grain of salt. listen to it but dont strictly follow it. and really focusing on the white bar but you ever focus so much you stop being able to focus like oh my god i get distracted and i dont know wHY (and thus comes the technique of 'go to the hardest difficulty, beat it, and then go back' or like. at least try it. cause sometimes it makes normal easier???)

if i didnt get all the things for twistunes itd bother me eternally. because rhythm is my jam. but sometimes they're so frustratingly hard cause you have to get like no misses (or no goods and stuff) for easy and normal. and easy is easier but sometimes it just doesnt click with me and aGH.

and im SO thankful that you dont have to get no misses on hard, you just need like ss and stuff which isnt that hard because you can miss a bunch and still get there. but oh my god i remember this time i was so used to it that every mistake i made on hard i just reseted. took a minute to think and realize 'hey wait a second this is hard')

pff.

lOOK AT THE SMILE

anyway i assume riddles mom cant influence him while hes here. does he still live with her? or does he have his own place? but like. if youre so used to following rules set by other people then how do you even live by yourself?

i mean. i guess he kinda took the queen's rules to heart, as familiarity and also something meant to be followed no matter what, because surely if it s a thing that exists, then surely it must be enforced, right? because the queen of hearts was the rightest or something

anyway savanaclaw is next i think. i dont know any of them lmfao

(i just remembered- i think riddle was like genuinely gonna kill ace. he like called on the roses to attack him or something and trey overruled it temporarily by turning it into like cards. oop.)

[magmythedevil]

Do you have worries about either Envy or Nuzi being rushed and forced in the end to the audience to please certain fans? Would you be saddened if N and Uzi didn't get together in the end, despite all the development and growth the two have gotten over the season so far, especially with their friendship? I've honestly noticed lately that some Envy fans have said Nuzi is being shoved in our faces, but the same could be said for EP 5 "Envy" when they showed the past versions of N and V, and even EP 2 as well..it seems like kinda hypocritical, to me. Heck someone even went out and made an Nuzi hate account over on Twitter and it's laughable and dumb. But anyways, I wanted to ask are you worried about either ship being rushed and not given the amount of development?? I honestly feel bad that I can't like Envy as other fans do..I honestly DO wanna like it and I do kinda ship it, but I only ship and like their past versions, but it's just hard for me to really like N and V as a couple (especially present) In general when the show hasn't really given it the amount of development it deserves and the show also hasn't given me a reason to really root and make them seem believable, at least to me..maybe I'm missing something, idk. 🤷‍♀️🤔 It's sometimes scary and hard to be a Nuzi fan at times though when Envy fans and especially other fans in this fandom (at least when it comes to Tik Tok and Twitter, and even Reddit and Amino too) keep on calling Nuzi problematic and uncomfortable because of so much misinformation being spread and people thinking it's p*oship, EVEN THOUGH IT'S NOT!! PLEASE STOP SAYING THIS, BTW!

But some fans are theorizing and assuming that maybe Liam is just playing around with the audience and saying that N and V might end up being the endgame couple which I cannot say, none of us knows until Liam confirms and says anything! I honestly do think there needs to be proper closure with N and V no matter if they get together or not, especially with V's treatment of N. I honestly think that V's sacrifice will affect the characters, especially N..since he and V were close and had a bond with one another!

And one more thing I wanna add real quick is this, now I don't know if this is 100% true or not and I'm just going by from what I've heard, but apparently I've heard that during a live event screening that happened back for EP 2 of the show, Liam Vickers was talking and discussing about how much he loved and enjoyed N and Uzi's dynamic (they are also his favorite characters) and he doesn't like one over the other and was also apparently asked on what his favorite ship was which he didn't say and said we'd eventually find out...I wouldn't be surprised if he's referring to both N and Uzi, since not only do they have the most developed and strongest bond and friendship out of any of the other characters, but the show has hinted at them being a item so many times, it seems sooo obvious. (I know this trope is cliche of main characters being a thing and I'm not the biggest fan of this myself at times, but N and Uzi are an exception for me! ^-^) now I MIGHT be wrong and things may change and go differently we'll just have to wait and see afterall, but even if N and Uzi don't get together..I'll still ship them because they just have more chemistry to me. 💛💜✨ But in the end, shipping isn't everything to me and I'm just here for the story, world-building + angst and the characters as well, but I'm curious to see what Liam ends up doing with the relationships and dynamics, especially since with this show..since anything can happen, especially with how crazy and insane it can be, especially with all it's twists and turns, haha!

Yep, nuzi may be semi-canon right now but everything is possible. We cant be sure what will happen to them exactly. But if nuzi really ins't end-game i hope liam gives a satisfied conclusion to them and their relantioship at least, no matter If Its happy, Sad or bitter-sweet.

Now about envy, i agre with you, i cant really ship their present selfs because of their development and their fans (they are so weird about nuzi and uzi herself ughhh) .

And if envy is going to be the end game in the full series Liam has to like- FOCUS a lot on them since they have a some things to pack up before coming back to each other. But, he has to put Uzi a litte aside for that....and i think thats something quite controversial to do since shes such a beloved protagonist and her relantioship with N is extremely special for the show (and fans)

But now that V has got some development and doesn't really hate uzi that much, envy may still have a chance of end-game.

But If they arent going to be end-game, Liam surely will give a nice conclusion for their relantioship, most probally a bitter-sweet one. (I also still have some Hope for vizzy-)

Also V's death is OBVIOUSLY going to be a part of N's breakdown Togheter with Uzi Almost losing her control and having to save the whole universe thing, Thats the entire point. No matter If he has focused on Uzi more, and getting feelings for her. V still was someone special for him (even If she treated him poorly) not even in a romantic way, if a friend of my died i would go crazy too.

And i agree with you with the whole rest 👍 lets see what will happen

[missy-0-piink]

Can can can can can I see Virgin touch starved Bram having gentle (of not gentle) sex for the first time? (Well what he can do since uh no lower half)

Oh my god I just had an idea that would fit into this

Imagine:

You have bram lying on his back, head slightly propped up with a pillow, making him watch you as you ride a dildo that is placed on the hilt of the sword; right where his dick would be if her still had his body

As you’re riding it, exaggerating your moans and reactions and making sure he can see everything, you command him, “Tell me how much you wish this was your dick, how much you wish I was riding you”

And god, he’s so fucking turned on its driving him mad

His ears and face are flushed a bright red, ears pinned back as he pants, tears forming in his eyes because he’s unable to do anything to relieve the tension he’s feeling

“Yes, oh god, yes I wish it were mine! I wish you were riding me instead of that silicone thing,” he whines so pathetically, practically sobbing, “(name)! Please, I beg of you, let me-“

You cut him off, “let you what? Fuck me? With your non existant dick?” You laugh cruelly, your eyes gazing into him

The tears finally fall as he throws his head back and squeezes his eyes shut in defeat, sobbing from the sheer sexual frustration he felt

He didn’t know if it were possible to go insane from arousal, but he sure felt like it was…

You felt a slight twinge of guilt at making such a polite man sob, but the sight was beautiful

“Shhhh baby, you can’t fuck me with your dick, but you can do… other as equally pleasurable things~” you croon at him, smiling sweetly as you got off of the dildo, straddling his face

He looked up at you with such want as you brushed your fingers through his hair,

he had already stuck out his tongue and was trying to lift his head to start lapping at you, but you held his head down

He let out a small whine as you did so, shooting you a pleading look

“Yes, yes, I know baby. You’ve waited long enough” and with that, you settled on his face, letting him lick and suck at your pussy

He swirled his tongue on your clit, desperately sucking to try and please you

You could already feel yourself get close, his tongue exceptionally talented, and so you quickly got off of him, only just enough to change your position so now when you say on his face you were facing his torso

He quickly went back to work, while you yourself performed your next task: playing with the only part of his characteristics that could make him orgasm

His nipples

You started playing and flicking them with your fingers, ripping out delicate whimpers from his throat

You were most satisfied when he yelped as you pinched and twisted them harshly, though

In no time (due to his being touch starved), he soon ‘came’, his upper torso twitching and his mouth letting out deliciously slutty moans, muffled against your cunt

You, too, came soon after, you pussy throbbing as your slick coated his face

————

Weird ending I know but it’s 4 am and I’m fucking tired and nothing makes sense but I cant sleep because of fucking chronic insomnia

Fml

Anyways hope you enjoy

[thatdeadaquarius]

i NEED to see more of your art !!!!!

*bats eyelashes* this is a threat.

AHFLALSDHA WHAT- STOP GET OUT NO U DONT PLEASE-

U WANNA SEE MY ART??!!

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR YEARRSSS FOR SOMEONE TO SEE MY ART-

For future standalone posts like Possession AU/actual Fanfics/Non-Asks I'll probably add some of my art as a fun visual, since it sucks the closest I can get is gifs to feeling more immersed! :/

These I drew over the past 2-3 weeks! They're my lovely OCS, left to right, Lucille, Mara and Sabrina! They're story is a big fat beautiful shit on JK Rowl*ng! Lucille is a black lesbian successful trans woman/future magic council-woman, Mara is a japanese-american hard-headed/bold sapphic woman/future professional magical athlete, and Sabrina is a plus-size queer woman/future professional magical plants necromancer! They're in my twist on Harry Potter universe, where they all go to magical university, and the point is that Mara and Lucille are infamous school rivals, but then fall in love/fall in love with Sabrina too! A magical gay polycule if u will, I've written 2 short stories about them for my fiction class so far!

SHEESH, DO ME A FAVOR AND CLICK FOR QUALITY!!

this was my last project for my illustration 2 class! I have a physical comic book/zine I'm making, but this is the summary TLDR digital piece lol, its actually a sort of isekai of myself into Percy Jackson and changing his fate for the better! (Yes ik his anatomy is ROUGH, dont look at him too hard- SOBS)

Here's an earlier project this year from Illustration 2, I got an article I had to make illustrations for, to help you understand it/add aesthetic to it! My subject was Cosmic Topology, pretty sick topic if u ever wanna look it up, it's about the shape of the universe! :0

^^^

And these-

are the gifs from that art exhibition I talked so much about the past couple weeks! It was my senior art exhibition (a requirement to display art in the uni gallery to graduate!)

irl photos under this text block!

These are actually being projected across pages in a fake photo album/prom guestbook thingy, fully interactive so u can turn the pages and it shows a new animation, like a magical storybook! Also, since it's prom themed, I made it a kinda guestbook/sign book so gallery viewers can get some glitter pens I left out to sign the end of it! I also have a playlist I made playing in the gallery along with it so it's like what they'd play at this prom! :) hope that made sense!

The content is that the girl you see walking around in white is getting social anxiety/stressed out, to the point of dissociating, as a way of doing my theme I've kept up for university of things appearing darker than they initially look (hence the colors + I love colors), and to bring awareness to mental health!

welp, didnt mean to include all that black space, but that's my artist statement too! (u cant see the prints in the pictures, that's just my interactive piece I was talking about!)

hope if u click on the statement it's readable lol

Just click on the Alt text, I pasted it there 😭 also the piece is called

"You're the Star of the Night (you're dissociating)!"

Tumblr hates me so I just made the gif of me actually turning the pages into a link/QR code thingy! feel free to check out if u want :)

Uh anyway, if you made it this far, thank you so much!

Can't wait to make more fanart tbh lol

AND THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN FOR ASKING ORAH!! (sorry it wasnt more genshin stuff whoops...) RLLY HOPE I DIDNT SPAM U TOO HARD-

Safe travels,

💀♒️

[sempiternities]

march

I don't lie anymore, but I change. I am unreliable. I still can't consolidate my identity. I can’t just be one thing. I’ve grown, and become better, and yet i catch glimpses of myself in the rear view mirror, and miss it. The mess, the chaos, the gravity. And i like the peace I have built. I do. And it has to be better for me. But, it always feels slightly hollow. Like I'm pretending. that i'm naive. that it's all just another game, that wastes away the days. I don't really know, anymore. 

Sometimes, I am just a child. Sometimes im a monster. Well, never in action, but sometimes in thought. Not recently though, not for awhile. But I can't say its not there. And I have been insane. Strangely, i find myself missing it more and more, lately. Because at least then, i seemed to be driven by a mission, or goal, despite its lack of grounding in reality. 

I’ve been seeking out me in other things. Looking for the things that stop me in my tracks, and i can point to it and say, “look, do you see me?” I am not this body, or this face. I am the colors of the pictures i paint, and the songs that sing and vibrate through my body. I find myself in the insane. Sometimes, in the tragic. I find myself in the idea of love. But not love itself. or, maybe i do. I just cant feel it, right now. 

I am the songs of the 60s. The songs that sound like sunshine and white walls bathed in blood. Changing times. Youth destroyed by false idols. worshiping those who give you love when you need it. I see myself in the yellow patterned wallpapers, and shabby carpets that smell of lives lived. I am free and all encompassing love, of no boundaries. Body and soul. But also the sinister darkness that emerges in the shadow of the lack of it. I am that starved child, who just wishes to be held. A child that sits in the solace of parents that don’t say what they really think. a child that grows up believing everyone is a puzzle. and puzzles always need to be cracked. 

Sometimes you hear something for the first time, and wonder how it has existed along side you all this time, only now discovering it. I heard a song last night, mama, that made me turn, and twist my head. my memories are aloof, and don’t tend to stick around. They need to be inspired, or called forth, to be seen. Im looking out a window, from another time. I remember the parallels of my thoughts. I remember considering when future me would look back through my eyes, of these moments. Often, i remember the thoughts more clearly than the memories themselves. Everything painted in the color of emotion. 

But all i have is who i am. Right? Isn't that how this works? We cant separate ourselves. Maybe we can. Maybe I will try to do that. To write of myself without myself. Maybe i can be the backdrop, or the stage on which stories play out. 

Why can i only hear planes when the sun is out? Why do they sound like summer?

 And sometimes i realize i don't really have anyone else to talk to. No one that i can really be honest with. I wonder how many others feel the same. But you can't just open up with anyone. you need certain people. i must just need to keep waiting. and working. i guess. because i can't do anything as casual as find what i need out in the wild. or maybe i can. but i don't want to play in the desperation of seeking. i don't want to waste my time trying to find someone to keep my bed warm, because it won't be enough. i don't think i can let anyone else in, except one person. and maybe the people that read what i write. But even then, i avoid writing about the ugly things. Because still, i do not want to burden you with the darkness from which i come. I won't tell you so you won't have to take it in, and ingest it, and face the truth. people are happier when they think you're happy. but when you aren't, they usually don't care enough anyway. it depends where you meet them, though. there are those solid, and made of love. they are just unfortunately, seemingly an endangered species. 

i think we do everything for the exceptional moments. those things that only happen 1% of the time, or maybe even only once. Our lives tend to be shaped around these moments, defined by their before, and after. that's just what i've come to believe, because i've seen it. i think this world is tied down to numbers, statistics, and percentages. i think things fall into three categories, while simultaneously falling into all. it goes like this: 50/50, 80/20, 99/1. the first category, are the doers, and the do-not’ers. out of the ones that do, there will always be a top 20% of the highest achievers. and then, even deeper, we will find the one, who’s aptitude is only rivaled by all others, their capacity exponentially larger. But i don't intend this in a broad meaning. i think these talents are micro systems of ourselves. even a genius lacks in other areas - but perhaps that also means that there must be one person in the top 1% who is yet the top 1% of that group, and perhaps it is their knowledge that rivals that of the entire world. maybe simply, that one is god. maybe that is how our ultimate hierarchy is structured. and though i have come to believe in the numbers, i too believe that other realities must be categorically different. our system is a simple example of a fundamental truth of a subjective reality. it is my experienced truth, but other realities, by the nature of infinities, must be structured in a variety of ways (well, really an infinite amount of ways). perhaps even within this shared reality, others do not experience life in the same code that i do, the same number patterns. but then again, it can be parsed into the numbers, now only for personality traits, upbringing, and all the other factors which make us who we are. but maybe my gods are different than yours, to which i argue there must be reason in. statistically, we do not all agree in our beliefs. maybe my views are niche due to the mathematical statistical probability of it arising from a specific upbringing. perhaps there are other recipes which arrive at the same result. different fractions of ingredients to make us who we are. and you know what i mean, when you meet someone from another life who shares your same soul. but you might also not yet know, because maybe you are still in the before part of your life. maybe your match has not yet been made. you would know it if it has.

[lumiereandcogsworth]

Tell me about the worst birthday Belle ever had! :( But also... Tell me about the best birthday she ever had post-canon~

AGH!!!! i had so much fun answering this 🤧

okay, i think in GENERAL, belle has had pretty wonderful birthdays. pre-canon it’s just always been so sweet and lovely, spending time with her beloved papa. she’s always been rather content in this regard. and post-canon, GOSH, one of adam’s biggest love languages is gift giving, so you Know he just goes crazy every year. not to mention the balls and the trips they always have !! belle really has had some incredible birthdays.

BUT OKAY. TWIST MY ARM ! truthfully the only “bad” birthday she had, pre-canon, was this one time that it RAINED. on her BIRTHDAY. and it was so unprecedented and she was Devastated. i think this was maybe like her fourteenth birthday? and it just BUMMED HER OUT. because it’s Always so nice on her birthday!!! what the heck!!! but it was just a wild flash of rain that literally only lasted a day. and i think belle is Very affected by the weather; Really loves the sun and Really gets sad when it rains, so the fact that it was on her birthday just sucked😭 maurice still did everything he could to make it count. he made her favorite meals and they read her favorite stories. (AND HAD APPLE PIE !!! their birthday tradition!!) père robert even surprised belle and braved the rain to run across town and join them for dinner 🥰 which was lovely. so it turned out alright but i think she was Sad about it for a good chunk of the day :(

post-canon, like i said, she’s really had some incredible birthdays. adam really wins in this department. honestly, not to be too morbid, but i think her worst birthday post-canon would just be her first birthday after her father passed away ☹️☹️ i don’t wanna think about it!!!! but yeah. i don’t know how many months it is between his death and her next birthday, but regardless, i think it would just be very very very hard!! :((

BUT ANYWAY HEYYYY BEST BIRTHDAY POST-CANON?!? i keep saying it but that’s SO HARD!!!!!! i think her 21st birthday (first birthday with adam) would be AMAZING because WOWOW !!! BIRTHDAY WITH HUSBAND WHO LOVES ME SO MUCH !!! BIRTHDAY TRAVELING SOMEWHERE BEAUTIFUL !!! AAAHH !!! yeah that’s certainly an unforgettable birthday. and the NEXT birthday, omg ! it’s her first birthday as a mama!!! renée was born in april and so her baby girl is like a month old 😭 that was one birthday where she probably didn’t do too much, haha. probably just lots of soft kisses and snuggles in bed, THE THREE OF THEM 🥹🥹🥹

she definitely loves having birthdays as a mama, because her kiddos always love celebrating her 😭😭 SOMEONE GET HER AN 18TH CENTURY “WORLD’S BEST MOM” MUG RIGHT NOW !!! but anyway yeah she loves getting all their little craft gifts!! they’re so creative and cute!!!!!! they often put on shows for her, like writing silly scripts and acting them out with fun costumes, performing with their friends. VERY CUUUUTE.

she mostly loves when adam takes her to surprise places. in general they plan where they’re going together, but i think for her birthday some years, if belle can’t decide where she wants to go, (which happens frequently, she always wants to go everywhere), adam will pick a place that’s either new to them (or at least new to her) or a place he knows she loved but they haven’t been there in a while. and he’ll do the WORKS. making sure she doesn’t see any sign of where they’re going, covering up any indications, and blindfolding her when the ship (or carriage) is approaching the destination. and she’s always SO EXCITED SHE CANT STOP WIGGLING AND ASKING ADAM FOR CLUES!!! and he does give Some vague hints but he cuts her off eventually because girl you’re gonna spoil it!!! just wait!!!!! lmao. anyway she’s always SOOOO happy of course. i think one of her FAVORITE places to go is the scottish highlands, SPECIFICALLY to see those adorable ass cows. definitely one of her all time favorite animals.

the first time they went here was probably pretty early in their marriage. and life is busy and there’s so much to explore so they probably don’t go back for a handful of years. so when they DO go back and it’s a SURPRISE !!!! she just explodes. definitely up there for one of her favorite birthdays ever.

she sees the baby highland cows and she asks adam every time if they can take one home. and he has to be like no, darling, they thrive best here. and we have cows at home. (THE COWS AT HOME ARE NOT AS CUTE AS THESE ONES!!! ADAM!!!!!!!!)