#ask and ye shall recieve

[queenuchiha89]

Could you do like a Stu x Reader where Stu as ghostface sneaks into readers house and fucks her? (Awake or asleep)

Ask and you shall receive! Hope you enjoy! 🙃

*** NSFW ***

*** 18+ MINORS DNI ***

*** TW. DARK CONTENT ***

⚠️ WARNING: This story contains noncon, unprotected sex, forced cream pie, choking, knife play, and lewd language. Reader discretion is STRONGLY ADVISED!!! ⚠️

It was a cool spring night in the town of Woodsboro, and the majority of the town's population were peacefully asleep. All except Stu Macher of course. He had been stalking his target for weeks. Learning her schedule, her interests, hobies and routines. Studying her. Like so many nights before, Stu silently made his way into her house using the not so hidden spare key under a potted plant on her back porch. This night was not like the rest, however. His desire for her had reached it's breaking point and he could no longer resist the urge to take her.

After letting himself in, he makes his way up the stairs, down the hall, and quietly into Y/N's bedroom. He stood there for a moment, admiring her form as he watched her chest rise and fall with each breath. He crept up behind her patiently waiting until he felt the time was just right before jumping on top of her and forcefully cupping his gloved hand over her mouth tightly to muffle her screams. Y/N's eyes grow wide as she's forced awake by none other than Ghostface. As she beings to struggle against him, Stu aggressively presses his knife to her throat. "Try to scream and I'll cut your fucking throat... Understand?" Y/N's weeping eyes looked up at his masked face and nodded swiftly in agreeance. He slowly began to run the tip of the blade down her side to the line of her panties and with one swift movement, cut them away from her body. He yanked the thin lace panties off her, and forcefully shoves them into her mouth, gagging her. She writhed under him, trying to fight him off to no avail.

Stu looks down at Y/N's eye wide with terror, as he pins her hands to the bed over her head and drags the blade over her erect nipples. "I bet, if I touch you right now... You're already wet..." He says to her, and a faint red blush creeps across Y/N's cheeks. Stu smirks behind his mask at the shame clearly showing on her reddened cheeks, and he drops the knife beside her on the bed. His gloved hand trailed down her body to her warm center, and slide two of his fingers inside of her. Y/N gasped from the sensation, as he slowly removed his fingers. "See... You are enjoying this... Aren't you?" He laughs as he shows her how slick his gloved fingers are simply to humiliate her. Stu could no longer resist, he had to have her. He removed his throbbing cock from under his black robe, and forcefully pushed himself inside her. His sizeable cock stretched out her walls and she felt the burn from him tearing her upon entry.

Y/N whimpered in pain as Stu began thrusting mercilessly into her, taking her viciously. He reached over, picking up the knife once more and dug the tip into her chest, a small bead of scarlet forming as he broke the skin. Her muffled cries and whimpers only fueled his need to fill her up, and he fucked into her harder, hungry for release. "fuck, I'm going to fill up that pretty little pussy, slut... Isn't that what you fantasize about anyway?" Stu says in a low and sadistic tone. Y/N shakes her head back and forth violently, lying about all the times she's fantasized about Ghostface breaking in and taking her just as he was now. As hard as she tried to fight it, she felt her body tense, as her walls gripped around his cock, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge of her own climax. "Don't fight it slut... Cum for me." He demanded, knife pushed tightly against her throat. Y/N had no choice as her body betrayed her, and she shook as she came, her tight walls pulsing around him. With a few final thrusts, Stu's cock twitched and shot rope after rope of his hot cum deep inside her womb.

As Stu got off of her, she had no time to react, and she watched as he disappeared into the darkness, leaving her there to her own thoughts and fears. As she got up to walk to the bathroom and wash herself off, she found a note laying in the hallway.

"if you're good... I may come back one day, and give you a good fuckin'"

She blushed as she tossed the note into the small trash can, and looked herself over in the mirror. Y/N wouldn't be making any reports anytime soon....

[butt-puncher]

Draw human perry the platypus. Please 🙏

u got it bud

[hairychestloversblog]

When you ask and he bares 😊🥵🔥

[thee-ghosty]

please continue snippet 8 it's so cool

Snippet #8.1

Part 1 part 3

Language, graphic depictions of violence

Venraire’s their father? 

Are you fucking serious? 

Civilian swam through the wave of thoughts bombarding their mind. Now, they don’t have just a stranger bleeding out on their couch, but the child of the biggest crime boss in the whole damn city. Why didn’t they listen to common sense, just for once? 

Should I call the police? Maybe.They couldn’t run anywhere in their condition. And if the police question me, I’ll just tell the truth. I wouldn’t get in trouble for being a good citizen…right? 

The only problem was they couldn’t call the police right in front of the criminal. They’d probably snap their neck or something. Civilian wasn’t sure what this person could do, they didn’t even know Venraire had a child in the first place. But they did know this person was dangerous and could probably kill them in a multitude of ways without breaking a sweat. 

Maybe if I go get more towels, then I probably won’t raise their suspicion. Hopefully. 

Civilian swallowed. “I-I need to get more towels. Just one sec-”

“What about the ones on the ground?” 

Civilian took a quick glance at the floor, the neatly stacked towels next to their knees. “Uh, they’re not good. Need the other kind.” 

“God, you’re a terrible liar.” The criminal’s gaze pinned them in their place. It was calculating, a glint of something they couldn’t decipher. Civilian could only look with wide eyes. The criminal sighed. 

“Look, if you care for your life, then do exactly as I say. You’re going to give me your phone and not move a muscle as I call my people. When they arrive, you’ll stay exactly where you are until we’re gone. You won’t say a word of this to anyone or I will gut you like a fish. Understood?”

All Civilian could do was nod, their hand shaking as they pulled their phone from their pocket, the criminal snatching it out of their hand. Civilian kept their gaze down as the other quickly typed and dialed. The phone rang for a beat before being picked up, Civilian not able to hear the other voice on the line. 

“Sparrow in red, sending you the coordinates.” 

The call ended and the criminal typed again before placing the phone beside them. Neither of them said a word, only the sound of the criminal’s ragged breaths and the hum of the AC unit breaking the silence. Civilian’s whole body was rigid, fearing even breathing could mean their death. 

Would they kill them anyway? Civilian was a liability now, and it doesn’t seem like the child of a crime boss would spare anyone. The question was on the tip of their tongue. No, their conscience told them, don’t be stupid-

“Are you going to kill me anyway? After your people get here?” Civilian choked out.

The criminal turned their gaze to them, eyes narrowing. “Kill you anyway?” they repeated.

“I-I’m a loose end, aren’t I? I figured you worked under a ‘no witnesses' kind of thing.” 

The criminal considered it for a moment. “That depends on you. Don’t say anything and we pretend this didn’t happen. Do say something and, well…” 

Civilian closed their eyes, praying to god they could keep their mouth shut, just this once. If only they could reverse time, then they could be laying in their bed, watching some terrible soap opera and eating ice cream. Not covered in blood and thinking of their probably imminent death. If only-

The lights suddenly shut off, the hum of the AC unit dying away. Civilian opened their eyes, confusion evident on their face before morphing to annoyance. Seriously? A power outage right now? This is the third time this month. 

“Is this normal?” The criminal said, judgment laced in their voice. 

“Unfortunately. Jesus, I need to find a better apartment complex.” Civilian muttered under their breath. 

“And a new couch. There is no repairing this one.”

Yeah, no thanks to you. They almost let it slip out before barely catching it. 

Something thumped against the front door, startling Civilian. Their head whipping up towards the sound, ears straining to hear anything else. 

Another thump rang out, their breath quickening once again. 

Another. 

Silence. Civilian held their breath.

The door was sent across the room, flying off its hinges in splinters. A furious pounding of footsteps invaded the room. A yelp escaped their lips as Civilian ducked in front of the couch. Indistinguishable voices clamored over each other as more people ran into the room. 

What the fuck is happening?!

“Grab my hand,” the criminal hissed behind them. 

“What?” Civilian stammered. 

“Grab my hand!” They threw it in front of them. Civilian’s eyes frantically passed between the criminal and their hand before they finally latched on. A sudden surge of energy traveled through them, like fire was poured into their veins. Their eyes glazed over, something grabbing onto their soul and pushing it aside to make way for whatever entity was now possessing them. They could see their body, but they weren’t controlling it, especially when they rose from the ground and sprouted a blade of blue electricity from their hands. 

What the actual fuck?

Civilian watched as they turned to the crowd of people in their living room. They looked like soldiers, black masks over their faces and combat gear covering them head to toe. They took a breath and raised the blade above their head before throwing it down, a loud clap of electricity crashing through the soldiers. 

Civilian didn’t want to watch but they physically couldn’t keep their eyes away. They sent the blade through the chests of two soldiers, twisting it before flinging them across the room into another set of soldiers. Limbs were twisted. Bones were cracked. Screams of pain echoed in the room. Soldiers were split open and skulls crammed into the walls. It was a blur of blood and electric light. 

And just as suddenly it began, it was over. Bodies splayed over the apartment, sunken into broken furniture and cracked walls. The entity remained for a moment, almost taking in the headspace it currently crowded before leaving in a rush. Civilian sunk to the ground, barely able to keep their eyes open. They were fading in and out, barely remembering the new set of people who came in and carried them off. Barely remembering the criminal’s faint words. “I think we’ll keep this one.”

[your-mom-friend]

hey rem, I’m just curious, no judging—what’s the reason you left your religion? I found that you’ve been struggling more since you started to lose your faith, so I just wondered what made you take that decision?

Well, since you asked so kindly

I left my religion slowly, over a long time, for a lot of reasons.

The easiest one that most people accept is that I do t like Islam’s treatment of queer people, since being queer is a huge part of my identity and people are usually ready to accept that answer.

But it is not so cut and dry

The reason is that I do not believe in the concept of an all-powerful, all-knowing, and completely passionate and caring deity that presides over the universe.

If Allah exists, then he allowed a five year old child to be groomed and abused, by a man that styles himself as an Islamic Scholar, for almost nine years. He allowed that trauma to happen and allowed that man to die before he could face any justice for his crimes.

And for what? Because it’s part of his plan? If an omniscient and omnipotent being needs an innocent child to suffer like that for his plan to come to fruition, he is either not as compassionate as he claims or not as powerful as he claims.

People will tell me that he will burn in Jahannam for eternity for his crimes, but why was the crime allowed to happen at all?

Do you know why Muslims pray five times a day? The Quran tells the story, saying that on the night of Al Isra wal Miraj, the Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) ascended to Jannat (heaven) and was able to speak to Allah, who told him that every Muslim was to pray to him 50 times a day. He accepted, and as he descended through the layers of heaven, the prophet Musa (Moses, peace be upon him) told him to go back up and negotiate it lower. 50 to 45 to 40 and so on until it went to 5. That’s why there are five daily prayers.

What sort of God is so egotistical that he needs every single believer to pray to him 50 times a day to prove they love him? If he is all knowing, why start with 50 and not just command it be 5? Why do you need 5 at all? Why do you need people to constantly tell you that they love you?

I have my own religious trauma, from things taught in classes to the fucking pedophile calling himself a priest who came to my home 90 minutes a day 6 days a week for 8 and a half years, who was too religious to celebrate a birthday or let anyone else do so but apparently not enough to avoid abusing children

There are many arguments to be made about why I dislike Islam, most of them can be boiled down to something someone or the other will argue to be “misinterpretations of the text” or “a cultural thing” or “personal choice”

But in the end, at my core, I do not believe in the concept of a perfect, unerring God. The “Perfect” god of Islamic and Christian faith, insofar as I have seen, has allowed untold carnage, depraved abuse, and unspeakable violence to occur with the promise that one day, if you’re good, if you follow the rules, and pray every day, things will eventually, some day, somehow, turn out fine.

I respect Muslims. I respect Christians. I respect every single religion and every person of faith because I believe they all want to be good and do good because I think that is the nature of humanity. Who they choose to attribute that good to is none of my concern. I believe that everyone is human before they are their religion. Neither goodness nor badness can be attributed to a religion. They all have supremacists and extremists and people that will give their lives away trying to do good and make the world a better place. But if a god comes and declares that they are responsible for all of that, including the bad, and are just letting it happen for “divine purpose”? I reserve the right to question that.

And for the record, sweetheart, I am not suffering more since I’ve left my religion. I’ve been suffering the same for a very long time, and it’s only now that I’m in college, away from home, that I’m getting the space to process all of it. And sometimes things have to get worse before they get better. Right now it’s just worse than usual because the holiest month of the Islamic year is about to start, and it is always tough on me.

[wednesdaythesecond]

i know it’s not your normal ship but i’ve been soooo obsessed w dean forcefemming sam… making him her take estrogen and only calling her samantha and not letting her leave the house unless she's dressed properly girly 🥺💞 plz tell me i’m not insane

I've been getting more into forcefemming recently (thanks Boot) and I gotta say, so many people forget about the force and just make it like, reluctantfemming. Begrudgingfemming. Really fucking force them!!!

You are not insane, you are soooooo real for this. Love love love Dean not letting Sam- sorry, Samantha go anywhere unless she looks properly like a girl. And what does that mean by Dean's standards? Is he going to make her spend 3 hours shaving everything and then stick her in a mini skirt? Much to think about.

Also also also. I love forcefemming cis guys when it's a whole internalized homophobia thing. Dean's not gay for being into Sam because now she's Samantha and a girl. That's not gay at all <3

[grismavessel]

JOLTIK ATTACK!!!!!!

Emmet: "I have regrets."

[godlizzza]

hihihihi! i love your spider-dan au and (sorry if i sent an ask about this i can't remember if i did) but can u write a danbert spider-man kiss scene :3

Herbert stumbled as Dan set him back down on his feet. In the pouring rain his dress shoes slipped on the slick road and Dan had to reach out to catch his arm and keep him upright. Herbert glanced at him and muttered his thanks before gently drawing away. Dan was reluctant to let him go. The scene they'd just fled from had been utter chaos, Hilltop robots in pieces around a massive sinkhole in the road. Dan had watched Herbert nearly pitch over into that gaping hole, a line of his webbing the only thing keeping him on his feet.

Dan swore he'd nearly fainted from the painful swoop his heart had taken to the pit of his stomach at the sight. He was becoming more and more aware just how attached his health was to the continued safety of the scientist he was meant to have a strictly working relationship with.

"Are you sure we should have left?" Herbert asked, pulling his soaked coat tighter around his shivering shoulders.

Dan wanted to go to him, pull him into his arms and warm him up with his superhuman body heat. He resisted the urge though, balling his fists at his sides and keeping himself still.

"It wouldn't have done any good for me to be there when the cops showed up," he replied, imagining Lt. Chapman's surly face scanning the wreckage, looking for any opportunity to blame the whole thing on Funnel Web.

Herbert sighed, his breath emerging from his lips in a puff of steam in the cold air. "I suppose you're right."

Dan itched to say more, do something, but he couldn't say or do what he really wanted, so he just turned away. He shot a webline at the wall of the alleyway high above and pulled his feet off the ground.

"I should go."

"Wait-"

The sudden desperate plea had Dan freezing midair, paused as he'd been ready to swing away. Instead, he turned, hanging upside-down from the string of webbing to face Herbert, who slowly paced towards him through the rain. He only stopped when he was mere inches from Dan's face, his eyebrows drawn together as his gaze flicked all over across Dan's mask. Those quizzical eyes stared into his, full of questions and emotion that Dan couldn't read.

"I have to know," Herbert began, his voice shaky and hard to hear over the pouring rain. "Do we know each other?"

Dan sucked in a breath, his whole body instantly tense as a bowstring. Herbert had never dug at his identity before, past some idle questions when they'd first met as Funnel Web and Dr. West.

"You know I can't tell you that," Dan murmured.

He couldn't tell Herbert that they'd gone to med school together, that Dan had been bitten by the spider that gave him his powers in his final year. That all those instances where Dan had been forced to race out of class, earning him odd looks from Herbert had been a result of him growing into his hero persona, rushing off to danger. He couldn't say that even now that they had become acquainted through his hero work that they still ran into each other at a coffee shop they both frequented as civilians. Every time Dan saw Herbert in line, waiting to order his oat milk latte, he had to pretend they hadn't just escaped a death-defying experience the previous day.

He couldn't tell Herbert it killed him to keep his distance as Dan Cain.

Herbert frowned at him but didn't seem surprised. The lenses of his glasses were fogging up from his own breath and the heat emanating off Dan's body.

"I just can't believe," Herbert said softly, reaching up to trace the seam of Dan's mask beneath his jaw, "that I could know you and not realise. Even though I have no idea what you look like beneath this, I feel as though I could take one look at you and instantly know that's my spider."

Dan inhaled sharply as Herbert's fingers dug beneath the thin fabric of his mask, beginning to peel it back. He shot a hand out to clasp one of Herbert's wrists, stalling the motion.

"Herbert-"

"Don't worry," Herbert soothed, continued to gently tug the mask down until his mouth and nose were exposed, his skin instantly soaked from the rain. Herbert traced the pad of his thumb over Dan's upper lip, leaving shivers that had nothing to do with the cold in his wake. "Maybe I wouldn't know you by sight. But by touch..."

Dan's eyes fluttered shut of their own accord as Herbert leaned forward. He was aware that on the list of bad ideas he'd ever had since becoming Funnel Web, this was probably the worst. It was unwise and completely catastrophic to get involved with someone directly under Hill's thumb. But he couldn't deny the desperate ache he felt for Herbert, his desire to be close to him. And in that moment, suspended in the air, the rain pouring down on them, and the distant wail of police sirens sounding in the air, he couldn't resist that pull any longer.

When Herbert's lips brushed his, all the doubts and worries fled his mind, leaving room only for the sensation of their mouths pressed together. Herbert's hands rose to clutch Dan's face between his palms, his fingers curling under Dan's jaw. Dan had never felt the tip of someone's nose brush his chin as they kissed, but he'd never felt like this kissing anyone before. Like his whole body was being pumped full of electricity, setting his nerves alight. He so deeply wanted to reach out and hold Herbert in return, pull him close until they could be touching everywhere, consumed by the other, but he had to keep his grip on the webbing, lest he tumble to the ground.

Laying in a heap at Herbert's feet sounded appropriate. Herbert had thoroughly obliterated him.

The kiss only lasted a few seconds, but Dan built an eternity in that moment. One he wanted to construct a comfy home in so he could stay there forever. Herbert stepped back, breathing heavily. He kept his hands cradling Dan's face for a moment longer before pulling his mask back into place.

"Alright," Herbert said, sounding as out of breath as Dan felt. "You can go now."

Dan blinked his eyes open, taking in the flush dusting Herbert's pallid cheeks. He wanted to say something but his tongue felt thick and dumb in his mouth. After a few agonising seconds of the two of them just staring at each other, Dan shook himself out of his stupor and adjusted his hold on the webbing.

"Right," he said, drinking in the sight of Herbert's slick lips. "Okay. See you soon."

Then he turned and swung away, leaving Herbert on the trash-strewn ground. That tingling pulse of static electricity pounded through his veins as he swung through the city. It didn't leave him until he scaled the wall of his apartment and slipped through the window, where he promptly rolled into a starfish position on the floor. He pulled his mask off and brought the tips of his fingers to his mouth.

Herbert had tasted like mint and coffee. It was Dan's new favourite taste.

[laffy-taffy-creations]

Hello I am having the depression and came here to get away from it. Can you write a hero x villain piece where Hero is sick and injured and Villain takes care of them??? If not that's okay!

Oh absolutely!!! I hope you don't mind that I made it into a College AU though, and the fact it was somewhat rushed :]

Caring Criminal

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"Well funny seeing you here."

Hero groaned and looked up from where they'd been resting their head against their arms. They knew the voice before they even saw the person.

"Villain."

The other smiled in response. "What's wrong buttercup? You look a little tired…" they said in mock concern.

The problem is that you call me buttercup…

"Not your damn business, go find someone else's day to ruin," Hero responded and dropped their head back onto the table. Why, oh why, did the gods hate them so much as to put them in 3 of the same classes as their literal nemesis? They weren't even in one of those classes now!

Villain knelt down to be eye level with them. "No can do sugar, I've already decided on you. And you're in my spot for the next class this professor is about to teach."

"Well then you better find a different spot unless you wanna get sick, cause this one's gonna have cold virus germs all over it."

There was a pause.

"You're sick?" Villain said with real concern this time.

Why did they have to go and say that…

Hero mentally beat themselves up for letting it slip. They sighed, "yes, and you're fucking annoying and making my headache worse, go away."

Villain moved around Hero to get the bag on the other side of them and began shoving all the stuff on the desk into it as Hero simply watched in horror.

Then they slung the bag over their shoulder and scooped up the currently frozen-by-shock Hero and started to carry them away.

It was only once they reached the dorms that everything fully processed through Hero's headache. "What are you doing?" they asked shyly. They blamed the redness of their face on the fever.

They heard the click of a lock and was dropped onto a bed while Villain got out their phone and sent a quick email to the professor. "Taking care of you since you won't do it yourself."

Hero opened their mouth to say something but was shut down almost instantly since Villain had all of the sudden disappeared. They reappeared from the bathroom with some medicine and practically forced it down Hero's throat.

"I'm gonna make some soup, you stay on that bed and I don't wanna see you out of it except for the bathroom. Remote to the TV is here, pick something to watch because you are not going to any of your classes until you're better."

Hero just silently nodded and took the remote, bundling up in the blankets around them. Was this Villain's bed? What if they had to stay the night? Where would Villain sleep?

They were dragged from their thoughts by the sound of humming in a different room. They guessed they'd have to just watch TV for now.

Putting on a favourite show, wrapped up in a soft blanket, maybe there were worse things than being cared for by the cute criminal singing in the kitchen.

[maidservant-hecubus]

thanks for posting about the jewish side of this whole thing. at the first post of urs i saw i almost reached for the unfollow button thinking it was zionistic, but then i like. Took a moment and realized propaganda had me almost ready to unfollow a jewish person bc they called out antisemitism. reading more of ur posts has definitely helped me think harder abt everything im consuming rn, and i want 2 thank u 4 that. Ik ur probably getting nasty messages so heres one from a goy(goyim? Idk the conjugation) who isnt perfect but is learning 2 listen thanks 2 u

This ask is from November 16th and I've clearly sat on it for a long time. I've had a lot of complex feelings over it. Grateful, yes, especially in the earlier days. Which I think is why I didn't let my self answer right away. I'm glad anon had a second thought before unfollowing me. The bar is in hell there, but I'm still glad. I'm glad they understood my goals have been to fight antisemitism by calling it out where i see it. I'm glad they seem wiling to listen and learn. But i also worry. I worry because of that knee-jerk view of pro-jews and jewish safety content as "zionistic" is there and their ask only tells me that they realized that **I** was doing better, not that their wariness of "zionistic" content was wrong. And i've felt very nit-picky feeling this way, especially when they are thanking me for helping them to think harder about things. I deeply appreciate that and i hope if they're still following me they now have an even better understanding of how nuanced my feelings on this have to be. I have to be nit-picky because this is my life and the life of my loved ones and my people on the line. And also I realize now i am some form of zionist, but i'm not going to define or quantify that because the people who know what i'm talking about understand the nuance and multitudes and complexity and hope that word can hold (and if you've been following me you should by now too), and the people that would block me for it or put me on a list or send me hate would never have engaged me in good faith to begin with. So anon, if you're still following me, I sincerely thank you and hope you've continued to learn and unpack your feeling over this all. I'm grateful for the message that November 2023 you sent because it does give me hope, and i hope that past version of you can be proud of the you that's reading this reply. And above all I hope that anyone else reaching for the block button takes a moment to think and realize they are not immune to propaganda and cultural antisemitism.

[lunarfeat21]

Hiii it's me again, here to ask about Yan Tugs. You've written alot about the Stars... but what about the Zeds? I assume they'd be much more brutal considering Zeros implied connection to the mafia I'd think they'd resort to violence quicker than the Stars.

Welcome back!!!

Oh, I haven’t forgotten about them. When I originally answered, I included them and their life with y/n, but scrapped it due to my habits of long and detailed paragraphs (nowadays I tried to simplify, but it didn’t seem to work well).

I’ll try to memorize what I wrote down for the Z-stacks + Captain Douchebag Zero:

For being tough looking and (likely) dangerous, the Z-stacks seem to hold a soft spot for y/n. Under one condition: don’t run away, be well behaved, and show your affection to them and them only.

Show any affection to any outsiders (mainly the Star Fleet), or misbehaving, and it’s the Dark room for you (will explain this later).

Captain Zero may lose his temper and toss papers at y/n out of frustration (either from his fleet’s stupidity or whatever), he always apologizes y/n in private and washing them with gifts.

When y/n escapes the Star Fleet, they ran to a canal, tripped on something, and fell aside towards the canal. Luckily y/n landed on a floorboard, but quickly realized how a floorboard be in the watery path and a chuckle was heard. Y/n landed on Zorran’s floorboard and now is stuck with the Zero Fleet against their will (again).

The Z-stacks and their captain are paranoid, but Zero and Zorran are the worst. Zero had y/n surveillance nearly every day (forcing them to be his assistant), only left y/n to sleep (plus he locked them in their little bedroom every night). Zorran always takes y/n with him under Zero’s request for fresh air. If either are extremely busy, they pawn them up off duty zs.

Zip & Zug are Zorran’s go-tos, Zeebede sometimes watched them, and Zak is the last resort.

The remaining stacks were more chill than their leader and captain, but that doesn’t mean they get out of pocket.

One time Zak, Zug, and Zip were chasing down a not one, but TWO TRAMPERS for looking y/n and breathing the wrong way (not really the reason, but in reality the trampers quietly asked a distraught y/n with concern, and that’s when the z-stacks screamed like banshees and started chasing them)

Once in a blue moon, horror finds y/n when they witness Zak and the rest squashed a random foul mouthed sailor to death, because that bastard came out of nowhere and start swearing at people (and y/n was in the wrong place at the wrong time). Y/n won’t forget the crunch of broken bones and the deranged laughter of the Z-stacks, and had since desensitized.

When y/n isn’t watching, a Z-stack or two are always hidden in plain sight, watching and hearing. If they heard something y/n say they don’t like (i.e. talking to strangers, Star stacks, purposeful food strikes, or planning to escape), they report and punishment is awaited.

Depending on y/n’s ‘crimes’, minor punishments including are: scolding, revoking y/n’s outside privileges, and silent treatment. Median punishments are more silent treatments, withelding food, limiting drinking of water, and revoking bed privileges, and a hand smacking by Zero.

Final and most max are: yeeting y/n to the Dark room and locked them in (4-10 hours at best, nearly a week at worst in isolation)

The Dark room is a tiny cramped room by a small door, inside is mostly empty and a bit dusty. There is no natural light source, no flashlight, except for six tealight candles and a flatted out hayloft as a bed.

The Dark room is located near an abandoned building next to Zero Marine, nobody knows what it was used for, but the Zero Fleet now used it as a solitary confinement for a particular Little Z (a.k.a. you).

Y/n will be release from their prison and rejoice with the Z-stacks once they gave an apology and doing office chores to earn back their rights, they until then y/n must behave. Or back to the Dark room…

Man, that was so much to type on phone. I barely realized how little I wrote about the Z-stacks (minus Zorran), but that’s fine, I’ll write more about them in another post hehe.

If you guys want another post about y/n and their interactions with each Z-stack or want a short story about them, you can via asks!

Have a great day! <3

Recap: my silly headcanon

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[drop-zone-homefront]

GAR HAS A PUPPO

AND THERAPY

IM GOING TO FUCKIGN IMPLODE

[dragon-phoenix-along]

WAIT DRAGON ARE YOU A HOMESTUCK

Very recently yes, I haven’t finished it yet. But I’m going for my new goal of finishing it before the year ends.

[I am being haunted by horrible gremlins of my own creation and now they have HORNS AND GREY SKIN]

[lennjamin-o7]

Rereading the last chapter of TBTF like ya do, and I'm starting to get concerned. When it began I was firmly in Camp Sonboy and couldn't wait for Techno to be turned, but now I'm not so sure. I'm not going to ask if he gets turned vampire or not, as that's a hella spoilery question, but I will ask: what kind of ending do you have planned? Does Technoblade end up happy? What about the vampires?

I will say that I don't like writing tragic endings. I enjoy reading them sometimes, but anything I write will AT LEAST be bittersweet.

I will also say that we are NO WHERE near the end of TBTF, so much that I am sometimes a little overwhelmed with how much I have left to write. And I have character development planned for SO MANY of the characters.

Also, the name of the fic is the question I want the story to answer. What does it mean to be truly free? What is freedom? True freedom? Is it only autonomy? Is it choice? Is it possible without power? Is freedom only possible if you are alone? If no one asks you for help? If no one relies on you? Do responsibility and duty inherently infringe on freedom? Is being selfless a cage? Is being selfish the only way to be free? Is selfishness even freedom? Can love be a cage? Can love be a key? Is love a chain? Are ALL gifts a burden? Can a parent's expectations be a trap, even when the parent is only trying to do what they think is best? Is expecting someone to change for the better a tyrannical expectation? Does Freedom give a person the right to ignore people in need? Can someone who couldn't give a damn about your happiness lead you to freedom? What is the relationship between freedom and happiness? Is something that feels free for one person the same definition for others?

But in order to ask the question, I feel the need to show how other characters have answered it, at this point. You aren't the first to mention how Wilbur's actions in the last chapter are sus as fuck. And maybe Wilbur's actions feel antithetical to the concept of freedom. And maybe it IS antithetical. But sometimes you need an antithesis to show the thesis.

And, as a slightly spoilery answer:

Tommy, Wilbur, and Phil are going to get their shit wrecked at some point because of the way they choose to act now. It will come back to bite them. I don't plan on letting them get off scott free. :)

[wednesdaythesecond]

i can’t stop thinking about girl ways fucking around with a dog (frank) do you have any specific headcannons about what they’d do

(99% of the time I post about femcr it's tgirl Mikey so I'm assuming that's what you're asking about here too.)

Girl Mikey and Gerard are weird girls. They're strange little freaks. They're basement dwellers who don't know how to talk to people. They're queer too and Mikey's trans and it's like, the 90s, so they're extra strange weird freaks that “normal” people don't want to date or fuck. But they have each other and now they have their dog <3 

Frank's a cute little garbage mutt <3 Gerard and Mikey found him in an alleyway or a dumpster and how could they say no to that little face? With his scratched nose and his little chewed up ear and his little puppy smile? Little, too. Frank is a runt of a puppy. He is smaller than he should be. Little tucker. Baby boy. Time to get gross <3

You know how most couples will take their pets out of the bedroom and close the door before they have sex? Gerard and Mikey don't do that. They're bringing Frank into the basement with them and Gerard's patting the bed beside them while Mikey undoes her tuck. It's not like they're making Frank do anything, but if he sniffs around while they're having sex and licks a wet spot on Gerard's stomach, who are they to stop him? 

They also teach Frank lots of tricks, because Gerard and Mikey are great owners <3 which makes Frank kind of a menace around guests because he hasn't realized that he only gets treats when he sniffs and licks Gerard's cunt, not everyone's. 

Mikey's biology is a little more finicky for dog sex (one of the only drawbacks of HRT) but if she does want to… spend alone time with Frank, it's usually masturbating in front of him or feeding her cum to him. He gets treats for that too because he's such a good boy <3 

Also Frank sleeps in between Gerard and Mikey when they share a bed because he's their puppy and they love him so much <3 

[your-mom-friend]

Hello. I just want to say that your latest post in your ex muslim tag really resonates with me. It's this crushing feeling where you can't blame your loved ones but you can't support them either. The guilt that if I were to come out to them as an ex muslim, they would die of heartbreak, because they want to save me. They don't want me to be tortured for eternity so they are going to hopelessly try to get me back. This is so.... sad for everyone involved.

Sorry for the sour ask! I hope you have a great day!

No anon don’t apologise!! I’m sorry you had to resonate with it honestly the feeling sucks ass.

I’m very lucky in that in college I made friends who accepted me saying I’m not religious at face value and didn’t make me justify myself, even though they’re Muslims as well.