#gah! pls forgive!

[swedenis-h]

ITS DINLUKE WEEK!!1!

This an old au idea I had with my friend keylime about Luke and Leia going to ✨political parties✨ to gain allies for the New Republic! Of course dinluke shenanigans occur, we can’t have politics and daddy issues the WHOLE time 🙄✋

June 11th prompt: The Senate Deals with DinLuke Shenanigans (@dinlukeweek)

[hexfloog]

So suffer your fate, oh, come here and give me a hug Nobody loves you like I love you, oh, my dear But you should've known that this was gonna end in tears

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Yeah I went and finished it 👉👈 Silly as it sounds, it was bothering me so, so much to only have two stickers designed and not three when the third WIP was just sitting there PLS FORGIVE

Third design in the Evil Conan sticker series!! If we cross paths at COAF 2024 you might get to take one home :3 ...assuming I have them... :33 ...I finished this pretty late... :333 It is very unlikely I will get them in time GAH what was the point of me rushing this (sobbing)

Since three is a nice number for a set of things, this and the previous two stickers will be going up for sale on my shop as a bundle soon, so stay tuned!

(Previous sticker here)

[smilingangel582]

Weeeeheeee uuuuu guyyys beeeen waiting tooooo loonng.

This will be my first ever daaadaaadaaa will you doo the fandangoooo!

Ahh yes scara -oopse who's thT? I mean wanderer and I named him "Yuki" cute neh.

Ne, ne... in case you guys want to ask me things pls ask kk Away

Tragically however I'm clumsy and by accident I deleted some asks and I want you to forgive me of I have forgotten u....I'm a little busy and I didn't have time to think straight sooooo I made time for u this timeeee meeee trying kkk?

Genshin impact will soon launch version 3.8, and I'm excited because after that, the wanderer banner is coming....finally, u can pull for that bratty puppet! Called the wanderer Yuki, so if you are confused, I named him Yuki OK.

Enjoyyyy, no spoilers, cuz it's a game... but still, u can play it before reading! I love iiiim

Weakness of the former all mighty God

It was an understament to say Yuki hated the traveller. Yet he finds his ability to smile every situation and be laid back is puzzling.

The wanderer was the name he went by. He gave up his past and became a free spirit. He was seeing new sides of the world. He hated people, but now it's more of an antisocial trait than wishing annihilation on the human race.

Yuki, the name was appealing to him. The traveller even went so far as to share his own name with him, and he didn't mind. But naming him, Yuki felt somehow warm despite it meant snow.

"Oiii Yukii dont get lost in the traveler's teapot alright?" Paimon's voice clammered, and he looked up with an eye roll "your too loud,"

"And you're too slow for someone so fast"

The traveller laughed at the petty dispute between them. He had his golden eyes on Yuki, making him feel conscious as they began leisurely moving around the large space of the new world he was in.

"You're quiet today... something wrong?

Yuki noticed Aether's concern. He looked away with a sigh "Yeah just thinking... it was not too long ago. I wanted to kill you, and now you looked like you could die for me"

He expected a denial of that statement but surprisingly Aether gave a sheepish laugh "I know, it had been so long"

"W...what?" He blinked twice, unable to apprehend this sudden sensation of warmth.

Paimon and Aether exchanged happy smiles. "Come on..." it was his flying companion."We're friends... we smile and laugh like anyone else. You don't need to be so stiff"

Yuki's smile didn't reach him, he smirked sure... but a smile? Is it different from what he expressed before?

Before he could say anything more. He felt a poke in the side from Aether. He had a mischievous grin "Careeeful Yukii~ let your guard down like that, your friends will expose a weakness from you" then brightly perking up and wiggling his fingers he giggled "And that's what friends are for so take that!"

Tackling the wanderer in their own teapot, where the grass touched him, he was shocked when the traveller began to dig his fingers to his ribs.

"What in the world -gah!! Wahahit whahat ihihis thahaht?"

He felt a spread of electric waves from his sides, like the traveller was using electric powers, but not it was just his blunt fingers.

Paimon snickered absurdly. "You seriously haven't been tickled before? All the more reason that it is fun!"

Tickled? Not a word he knew, but it didn't hurt. He just felt it funny and the urge to let out laughter. It was certainly humiliating.

"Haah?? Thihihis ihihis weheheheird stahahahap ihit!" Yuki squirmed under the blond, who also laughed in thrill at the sight of blushing wanderer. Paimon sneaked in a few prods to his toes that were poking out from his sandals.

"Isn't this fun, though?" Aether said softly, now pinching his lower ribs."Aren't you relaxed?"

The lower ribs were bad, and Yuki cackled now. "Gaaaah! Wahahahahait wait wait wait! Thehehereee! Ihihitd bahahahahad! Whahahat are yohou dohohoiing!!!??? Cuhuhuhut it outttt Aetheheher!"

Laughing at the sudden burst of laughter Paimon had the audacity to take pictures of them from the Kamera.

"Gehet her away from thahat! Nohoho stahahap!" He giggled sweetly when he covered his face. Smirking, he drilled his fingers under his arms through the cloak, and that made him lower his arms.

"So cute..." Aether murmured and then he stopped for a while "That's called tickling,"

"Tehehe... whahat a funnehehey wohord..." he breathed giggles, now settling to a calmer mood."Why did I laugh thoho?"

To emphasised he poked his ribs making him squeal adorably "This touch, its something humans have but I didn't expect a puppet like you to be ticklish....its adorable"

"Wait... ticklish... tickled... so many words tho..."

"It's both a verb, a noun and an adverb of it silly..." Paimon said poking his ears now.

"Gaah enough," he pulled away from the teasing and blushed furiously. "Mark my words, and I will get my revenge tenfold!

"And I'll just tickle you again," he began to chase Yuki, who had failed to make his threat more real. He thought as he escaped the evil clutches of the traveller...

I will certainly get him back for sure!

[your-dearest-sunshine]

Cheownwowbwown it hurts so good babe it hurts so good

God does Emmet move the stuff back after he accepts his kid’s “death”? Like, imagine coming home and finding out your own father did everything he could to forget you even existed in the first place

Man how badly that would hurt.

Gah! It’s such good angst!

Emmet and his Hisui’d!Child!Reader Angst

i legit think there’s two ways this could go after emmet accepts your “death.” 1) emmet moves some stuff back, but obviously not everything because he can’t replicate your presence again. he does enough where he can see your influence in important places like your home and his office, such as a few pictures and a small gift or two you gave him. 2) emmet focuses so much on his own recovery and healing that he never puts anything back up.

and remember, post-hisui, emmet’s child becomes more aggressive and hostile as explained here.

now…let’s examine scenario 2, shall we? >:)

(this takes place directly after the “If you recognize him” ending of the original post here. also pls forgive me, this has not been proofread :>)

wc: ~3.2k

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Emmet doesn’t waste any time getting you home. Gear Station and storm be damned, you are the priority now.

It’s hard to say what happens next. The whole situation overpowers all of your senses such that time seems to speed up. Sights and sounds pass you by, gaps of information appearing one after the next.

Wait, what street was this again? I should know that at least. I don’t remember my usual order from that cafe even though I knew I had one…where is that Pokémon that lived in that home again? What type was it again? Fire? No, water maybe? Normal? My head hurts. The pressure here is so much different than it was in Hisu—no, it was Sinnoh now, wasn’t it? Oh. Everyone is dead, aren’t they? No number of photographs could’ve kept their physical forms around for this long…but what year was it again? How old am I? How do I get home from here? Nimbasa is so loud—

Your vision skips across the streets packed inch to inch with buildings, neon signs glowing strongly under the darkened sky. You feel a little scrambled. Emmet ushers you alongside him back towards your townhouse, hand never leaving your shoulders where he holds you close. Eelektross and Durant move alongside you both, Emmet commanding them to be on high alert.

Opening the front door, you and your father, soaked from the rain, rush inside. While you weren’t expecting anything in particular with your brain moving a million miles a minute, you could immediately tell that something here wasn’t…right.

On many cold nights did you lay on that small, uncomfortable futon in Jubilife Village and dream of this moment. You imagined the day you’d get to walk though this familiar door, brush your fingers along the frame and feel the wood vinyl flooring under your feet. You had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

There is supposed to be a coat rack right next to the entrance, the metal rod bent in the center from where you ran into it when you were six. Where did it go? The mat under your shoes is brown. It should be blue. The wall to your left looks far too empty, missing the large canvas print photo you took with Emmet and Ingo on their thirtieth birthday. The potted plants you take care of on the front windowsill are gone. Too many things are different.

The septic smell of a generic-scented cleaner hit your nose (Emmet doesn’t like the overpowering scents of any other brand). It mixes with the smell of rain outside. You feel uneasy. For a second, you thought that you would smell a familiar scent of wax and sap. But you don’t.

“It looks…different in here.”

Your voice comes out a little unsteady. It’s hard for you to keep your eyes from darting around everywhere. All you can seem to do is glance and gleam and stare at how foreign the entryway to your home feels. You’d count the changes on your fingers if you could but there are far too many to keep track of.

Not bothering to close the front door, you walk into the dining room. Your clothes cling to your skin like the rising dread clings to your heart. Emmet follows alongside you, hand resting in between your shoulder blades. He doesn’t want to lose his connection to you. Your father fears that if you leave his grasp that you’ll vanish into the night again.

Against the wall of the dining room is a tall glass cabinet full of important items: family heirlooms, rare collectibles, special dinnerware, childhood art sculptures, framed photos, and countless other things. It was a snapshot of your life with your father, nearly overflowing with possessions, brimming with character and untold stories.

Well, that’s what it should’ve looked like.

The cabinet, as it stands before you, is much more empty than normal. Fancy plates and cups stare back at you, and so do a few of your father’s special model trains. But, there is a lack of your projects from art class. The photo of your birth parents holding you as an infant is gone, too. That four-leaf clover you found when you were seven isn't displayed either. Neither is the white velvet box that held both of your birth parents' wedding rings. 

That’s…that’s not right. There is no way this was robbed, because the rare pearl and onyx encrusted brooch that Emmet’s grandmother gave him is still propped up right there. That was arguably the most valuable thing in this case in the first place. Besides, no thief would steal those childish sculptures you made in elementary school. Where…what happened? There is no way that the only things missing are…

You rush into the kitchen, and Emmet is quick to follow. The rain dripping off the both of you leaves puddles in your wake, droplets flickering with every movement you make. His gloved fingers grip onto your hand, pale hair sticking to his cheeks. Letting you go isn’t even a feasible thought that passes through his head.

Despite being gone for two and a half years, the memory of your home, this home, rings loudly in your head. It’s easy to remember what should be here and what isn’t. That’s why it doesn’t take you more than a second to realize that your favorite colored apron you keep hanging beside the fridge is gone.

Emmet’s silver eyes are trained on nothing but you. His thoughts don’t land on the fact that you’re wearing strange clothes, or the fact that you have an odd satchel wrapped around your waist, or the fact that there’s a few scars creeping around your open skin. Your father’s thoughts are on the fact that he can feel the pulse of your blood in his hand, that he can hear the soft murmurs of your voice, that he can see the rise and fall of your chest—it’s all proof that you’re alive.

“Papa, where’s all my stuff?”

Oh, so you caught on to that. It wasn’t hard to see the pattern in the things that are absent or different. Things you made or touched or altered are all different; everything that was yours or passed through your sphere of influence is gone. They’ve all been either erased or replaced. One of two extremes.

Never one to shy away from the truth in his words, Emmet tells you what you want to hear.

“It was hard for me to accept your absence. Thinking about you hurt me. I moved all of the things that reminded me of you. Yep. It was verrrrry hard without you here.”

Your stomach feels hot and heavy at his words. The water lingering on your skin almost sizzles from the fiery emotion filling you. You try to tug your hand out of Emmet’s grip lightly, but he unconsciously holds you tighter. He can’t let go of you. Not now, not ever again.

“...so you got rid of everything about me?” Your voice teeters on the sharp edge of confusion and betrayal. The wind howls outside, blowing through the home from the open front door.

For a second, it reminds you of a Zoroark’s haunting call in the tundras of the Alabaster Icelands. A phantom pain from the healed, but scarred, gashes on your back flare up, setting your heart on fire. It burns in the cavity of your chest, aching, pounding, screaming to escape.

“Yep. In my grief I tried to forget you. Removing your things was a part of that process,” Emmet says, plain as ever. His monotone is upsetting you. How fast did he get rid of your presence? “Ingo was not happy with me. Neither was Elesa. It was easier for me to move on this way. Yep, yes it was.”

You yank your hand out of your father’s grasp, as if simply touching him was burning you. One step, two steps, three—you stumble away from him. A gasp tears through the air from your throat, Emmet’s words pulling the breath from your chest. You blink, and suddenly your lungs are filled with rainwater.

You feel like a stranger in your own home. 

“You…you tried to get rid of me?!”

Emmet’s taken aback by your reaction. The absence of your hand in his ripples up his arm in harrowing shocks. Goosebumps rise along his skin. The image of you moving away from him leaves a familiar sensation in his gut. No, what are you doing? You can’t be leaving him again. He just got you back! You’re going to leave again. Gone gone gone gone—

“You were already gone!” Emmet says, voice getting a bit louder. Panic starts to ebb into his being because your eyes are staring at him like that—like he’s hurt you, like he’s betrayed you and left you to die. “You left me!”

A scoff leaves your lips, eyes going wide and expression snarling in incredulousness. Your hand reaches up and you grab at your scarf, fingers loosening the fabric. It feels suffocating. You’re going to drown in your own emotions.

The storm rages outside.

“You say that like I had a choice! As if it was my idea to be—no! Stop moving, what are you–?” You stagger back as Emmet comes closer to you. He tries to reach for you but you bat his hands away. “No! Don’t touch me!”

His knees shake, becoming unsteady on his feet. The weight of your words acts like gravity, pushing his body towards the earth. All he wants to do is be near you, hold you safe in his arms, confirm that you’ll be here tomorrow and the day after that and the next month and the following year and—no, he wants you to be here forever.

You let out a frustrated shout in a flash of rage, hands pulling at the roots of your hair. Angry tears spring in your eyes, but you don’t have half a calm mind to wipe them away before they fall.

“I should’ve known! Arceus above, I knew you would take the opportunity to get rid of me the second you got the chance!”

Emmet gaps at you. There’s no way you fully believe that, right? Every day you were together was spent full of support, honesty, freedom, adventure, and love.

He shakes his head vehemently.

“I am Emmet and I would never–” Emmet’s voice breaks halfway through his sentence. He can’t even speak because what you’re claiming is so far from the truth and it hurts him so bad that you would even think anything like that. “I am Emmet and I would never abandon you.”

Was he a bad father? How long have you felt like this? Did he not notice you had felt this way before your disappearance? Where had he gone wrong?

“Then what do you call this, Emmet,” you spit his name like poison, gesturing to the lack of you anywhere in the vicinity. “You said you tried to move on from me, tried to forget me. For the love of Arceus, you never wanted me in the first place, did you?” 

No, not like this. This isn’t how he imagined your return. You were both supposed to be happy! You both would laugh and cry and never let each other go. There would be endless smiles and the sun would shine bright and everything in the world would be right again. 

Emmet feels his chest contract, ribs curling in and crushing his organs. The air halts in his lungs and he can’t release his held breath. The world crashes in around him, tunneling his vision to where all he can see is your seething, hateful stare.

“It’s because I was never your real child, right? I was just some kid you were stuck with! You never loved me!”

You don’t believe a word you’re saying; you never did, never have, never will.

The words flash off your tongue before you know what you’re saying at all. They’re full of malice, collaring your anger to your flesh and strangling you with it. Every syllable you say is wrought with the outrage you feel. It’s like a crown of thorns, blood dripping into your eyes and blinding you with red red red.

The human nature to self-destruct grabs you by the throat and sets you alight. You brim with thoughts of tearing yourself to pieces and taking down everything around you in a fit of madness. Your words have no goal but to hurt. You are not revealing secrets or emotions long-kept, you are exploding in a ring of fire with only the desire to burn.

Emmet collects himself, standing ramrod straight. His expression twists into something frighteningly placid. He moves with heavy, burdensome motions, as if his bones are made of iron. Stiff, calm, and deliberate, Emmet approaches you with the purposefulness of a train barreling down its tracks. There is only ever one destination. You either reach your stop or crash into violent flames. 

You said what you said because you knew it would hurt him, and maybe Emmet realizes this. Maybe he knows you’re just lying through your teeth, that your words are just virulent falsehoods that you conjured up to protect yourself. Perhaps he can read your shaking hands and fearful eyes and see who you truly are underneath all of the walls you built. But you don’t care. You want to hurt him. You’ve been hurting for a long time.

Emmet is not smiling anymore.

“You’re wrong.”

He’s right. You know he’s right. For the love of Arceus, of course he’s right. There is nothing more debilitating than the truth staring at you dead in the face when all you wanted was to deny its existence in the first place.

If he wasn’t your dad it would hurt less. The feeling of banishment abandonment would be easier to overcome if Emmet was just some guy taking care of you, just some person you lived with. Someone actively trying to forget you would be less painful if they weren’t your dad. You tried to make it less painful to stomach, you really did. You thought that if you said all of these mean things that you could trick yourself into thinking that Emmet didn’t love you, that he wasn’t actually your father. But he is, and he loves you.

A sob rips through your chest like a slashing axe. Your knees hit the tile below you while your hands frantically pull your scarf off your neck. A bolt of lightning lights up the sky, thunder roaring while the windows are pelted with rain. The water is freezing. Waves high and low crash over you, relentlessly pushing you down below the surface. The Cobalt Coastlands give you no mercy. The weight of your lungs drag you do as you see an explosion of violet and ozone crackle through the sky. Basculegion isn’t going to get to you in time—

“NO! No no no, please please leave me alone,” you cry, tears and snot mixing down your face as you fiercely try to hide yourself in the corner of the kitchen.

In a panic, Emmet falls down to your side, gravity pulling him to you rather than the earth. His hands draw you into his chest. Gloved fingers brush over your hair and push your face into the crook of his neck; his other arm wraps around your shoulders securely. He tries to calm you down just like he did in the past.

Emmet’s held you like this hundreds of times and hushed your scattered thoughts just as many. You never liked to cry but Emmet was there when you did. This was a familiar position. It was familiar in the way flowers were familiar at a funeral—in the way that love finds a way to linger without words even when life is sad and sorrowful.

But you are a different person now, and this is not the past.

You start to squirm and shake and push and scream. This man, who told you to your face that he tried to forget you and throw your memory away, now tries to hold you like he’s holding the world. The person who you were supposed to trust more than anyone in the world banished abandoned you to make himself feel better. You feel disgusted, enraged, and hurt.

“I can’t—! Emmet, please, let me go! Oh my Arceus I can't…” Your voice shakes with every word as you try to move out of his grasp. “Please please please, Papa…Papa I can’t breathe. Please let me go, Papa, I can't—!”

Emmet feels his skin pressing into his ribs, pulling and tugging like a taut rubber band. The shock of adrenaline is so recognizable in his blood that he can taste it on the back of his teeth. His pupils blow wide, vision swimming at the edges. Emmet’s jaw opens and his words tumble back inside his throat. It feels as if every droplet of sanity has been siphoned from his body.

Your father notices the lack of your touch before he realizes what’s happening to him. Something is hovering above him, so large and encompassing that it consumes his entire vision. The presence sends waves of despair through his bone marrow and into his lungs, speeding up the pace of his heart to where the fibers nearly tear.

Dusknoir is a Pokémon of many talents, and Emmet knows that if he so much as lifts a finger in your direction that the Pokémon will not hesitate to separate his mind from his skeleton. Though, it’s not like Emmet can move anyway, because the ghost type’s abilities keep him frozen to the floor.

The more you cry the more enclosing the dread feels. Every time Emmet blinks he swears he can see the wispy edges of Dusknoir grow larger and larger, shadowy edges harvesting the essence from the raging storm outside. All you father can see is absence of anything in Dusknoir’s gaping maw on its stomach. Emmet wonders if your Pokémon will swallow him whole.

While he cannot see you directly, the image of you screaming at him to let you go and collapsing into a helix of grief and anguish suffocates the fear in his chest and replaces it with misery. 

Lying on the floor of his own kitchen, Emmet stares at the ceiling and begs to take it all back. He begs to whatever gods may be to take his heart and soul and let him become nothing. Let him dissolve into the storm. Let you never return to him in hopes to save your psyche from the shackles of agony he tied to you. Let him devolve into oblivion, as nihility would be better than whatever this is.

Because, despite being home for the first time in two and a half years, you feel the farthest from him you’ve ever been.

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ayyyyyy angst my beloved. hope you're alright, strabby!! ily and thank you for being so patient with this <33

[effervescentdragon]

Parle s fir the ship thing but also tell me things aboyt then

@mssr-monagato 🐶

hello my dearest and beloved, i love you and i wanna tell you step away from the cock syrup again but like, this time its legitimate😹. take all the tea pls ❤️

okay so. piarles. gah. i love them.

idk its about the softness for me. about knowing someone your whole life and your paths being so linked, and yet you keep choosing this person over and over again. its about the shared dreams and hopes and watching each other grow up and change in so many ways while some other things remain steadfast and reamin unchanged and that gives you so much security. its about drifting around each other, life throwing you apart and then you still end up sharing the grid and sharing the dream. its about the inner jokes and the cute nicknames and the teasing, and the accepting the other person as they are no matter what. its about not having to ask what someone means because you just get it. its about persevering in a genuine friendship even as you know you are in competition. its about going through hardships and still having a smile ready always for this other person. its about how they dont even heaitate to name each other first when someone says friend. about pierre choosing charles for his team even though he sucks in football just because hes his friend. about charles saying anyone who wants to influence my relationship with pierre, i wont allow that. about canada and singapore and their dates. about trust and allowing yourself to be vulnerable despite everything. about being happy for the others successes, and forgiving crashes, and supporting each other through it all.

idk. its just. lovely. how they love.

love you 🥰

[fastcardotmp3]

hi! me again! composing this as i'm reading the post you linked (thank you!! and pls forgive any insane rambling as i've just finished writing all my midterm report cards and my brain is much l m f a o)

when i thought of them breaking up, i wouldn't have guessed it would be steve to initiate it! this bit specifically was so interesting:

"It's not just one thing, it's bigger than them just like the world, and it's Steve, ultimately, who decides he's scared enough of all the big upheavals that he can't be attached to Eddie like that right now, trapped in a tiny apartment together with nowhere for all the complexity to go.

Steve says he can't take care of himself while he's waiting for the other shoe to drop on Eddie's end of things, and so he walks away before Eddie can."

we are in eddie's head so thoroughly that i think it's easy to maybe brush aside how steve must be feeling throughout the entirety of this? poor steve always choosing the most difficult (but lovely) people to love, and always putting them first until he can't anymore!! that fear of being hurt or left behind is So Real and I actually could read 160k of meta from steve's POV solely so i can see his reaction to finding out eddie has run off. MOVING ON!

do they live apart during this time? i imagine if that were the case that it might have been difficult, having lived on top of one another for so long. also difficult for the ladies as well, considering they are all very much entangled.

"It's Eddie who says, I don't think I ever really grasped what it was like for you when I ran. I don't think I ever really apologized. I'm sorry.

It's Eddie who lays it all out on the table and makes it clear, I don't need you to fix me anymore, I just like holding your hand."

TO ME, this is so important!!!!! how lovely for steve to hear something like this, to maybe be validated and reassured in a way he probably hasn't been in a while.

the idea of it not being earth-shattering every time, of giving themselves breathing room...ugh. i just love it!! talk about dynamic.

tysm for tolerating me!! once my brain is no longer mush i will be crawling back to talk wasteland with you because i love an apocalyptic take so fucking muuuuuuuuuch and i need to know more.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🥹💚💚💚💚💚💚

first of all when i tell you i have thought about writing about the chapters when Eddie runs away from Steve's POV one trillion and one times only to not do it because it would be a ton of work and approximately 3 people would end up reading it fjkadslfj...... but trust that it lives in my brain that fic...... it lives......

SECOND of all!!! it's so important to me that it's steve who creates that boundary! as much as he loves Eddie, the guy put him through so much and he only really let himself feel it for a very short period of time! they are all about the give and take to me and finding the balance within each other for what that means! that's why in META i gave him that chance to say I need to be mad at you about this, because they both needed to realize that Steve had been going through it too GAH

which is why, in the unwritten parts of it that exist only in my head, they definitely do live separately while they're broken up. it takes months for them to find their footing and they genuinely aren't sure for a minute that they'll work it out, so yeah, they live apart in all the ways they can while still being intrinsically linked and you know what? i think it's good for them. hard! but good.

because like i said in that other post, it gives them a chance to realize that the things they've thought for a while were necessary about sticking together aren't something they need for survival anymore. the closeness isn't keeping them alive, it's just something they want. figuring out that distinction is a big deal and they deserve the chance to discover it!

i am not simply tolerating you dude i am thriving i am living i am grateful for your thoughtful thoughts! i wish you luck on your post midterms life and when you want to talk about wasteland i am here because....... that is also my baby omg

<3 < 3 <3

[melobin]

hello so update I confronted that person who betrayed me and I expected it to go so bad… but they sincerely (very sincerely) apologised and asked what they could do to make it up to me. I’m shocked and amazed. They know they’re on thin mf ice and that I’m still mad but wow what a start.

How are you feeling now btw? Hopefully a bit better? I hope you’re eating well too. Being sick is horrid. I assume you’re from a place where it’s currently winter so I also hope you’re staying warm! So important if you’re sick ☹️

I’m melting at the moment, it was 43 degrees Celsius on Wednesday, 45 on Thursday and 43 again yesterday. Australian summer is not for me. I also just came back from Japan and South Korea where it was in the negative temps which was great but I’m feeling the heat extra bad.

I actually am living for all the asks about athlete riize ummmm like any sport pls give me. I can so picture wonbin as some sort of ice prince, he’d look so nice. Those pants they wear hugging his slutty waist? Phenomenal. Ugh.

Also I was the anon who asked for the roommate riize getting off fake texts and they were PERFECTION MWAH.

I’m sorry this ask has been so long but whenever u feel better, ik ur writing riize as porn cliches but would u ever write riize as just like cliche cliches? Cos I’m kind of dying for a riize truth or dare fic. The most brain rotting fic I’ve ever read was one where reader was dared to give haechan a lap dance HA HA HA H GAH🫨🫨🫨🫨 or 7 mins in heaven w nervous riize member eeeee

Anyway. Sorry for the essay. I love being an anon. WOOOO pls feel better

-🎠

hi my lovely !!! i’ve been waiting to hear off you 🥹 i’m glad that it went well and i’m glad you’re guarding and protecting yourself!!! take all the time you need to feel okay with that person again, please don’t feel pressured into forgiving them too soon but i’m glad it went well !!!

i’m still sick 💔 i’ve been sleeping really badly because of it too life’s not going well right now 😭 and 40 celsius weather ?????? i would absolutely die you’re so much stronger than i am.

i’m glad you liked the texts !!!! potentially in the future id look into doing riize as cliche cliches !! i need to get through the porn series first tho😭 trying to get back into writing but my brain is so broken right now 💔💔

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

{AOT edition} Randomfap {Levi}

A/N ::: I'm going to start a little series of Randomfaps for all of the characters I freakin' want to write about. Randomfaps are just a stream of consciousness when they're masturbating. Just sayin' whatever that comes into their pretty little filthy fuckin' heads as they jerk off. I hope you guys like them!

C/W ::: Masturbating!Levi, talking to himself while he jerks off, imagining you being there. Doing this shit to him and with him. Pet names, "Princess" "Angel", cum, cum tasting (not fully eating? Idfk.)

*Image found on Pinterest "Levi Ackerman"

LEVI ::: All the lights are off, save for the small lamp on his nightstand. He whines as he gets started. His pace slow, forgiving. Stopping to spit into his palm so he can speed up fucking into his fist. "Oh, gah - fuck. You feel so fucking good, angel." Levi says in a near whisper. "I want to feel you so badly, princess. You wanna feel me too, eh? Sit on my lap, put your back to my chest." He puts his right leg up onto the small chair in his room at the desk. "Yes, grab my hair like that. Mm-hm, pull it. Hard. Harder. HARDER, PRINCESS!" He'll tug on his hair and his cock in synchronicity to build up the impending orgasm. Occasionally rubbing his undercut the opposite direction of how his hair grows. He grunts as quietly as he can into the barely lit space. "Pl-please, angel. Fffffuuuckk your pussy feels so good. Kiss ... kiss me. Oh gah-ah-ahh-duh. Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes." He fucks into his hand at an unreasonably fast pace now. Like he's pissed at his cock or something. He keeps imagining he's balls deep inside of your sopping cunt and he doesn't want to open his eyes only to see his empty bed. "Oh shhhiiih-hihhh-tuh. M'cumming, princess, m'cumming. Oh god, faster faster faster yesyesyes. Oh FUCK." He breathes heavily as he lifts his right hand to his face and inspects the masterpiece he blew out onto his fingers. Levi closes his eyes and leaves them like that for a while as he kitten licks the back of his hand to see what all the fuss is about. Why does he leave his eyes closed? Because you don't know he feels this way about you. And he wants to stay in the fantasy for just a bit longer.

Tags ::: @callm3senpaii @bakubunny @arlerts-angel @millennialmagicalgirl

[crispm-75]

Follower x rat-man

Ok, so I'm sorry for doing this, but I have to. It's too funny for me. Don't be mad, I swear you'll like it.

Follower POV:

I was walking home after a tiring day of school, when I felt as if I were being watch, but when I turned back, there was no one behind me, and suddenly, I was hit. "Hehe, now he has to save you or something, the writer sucks with kidnapping lines lol" is the last thing I heard when I fell unconscious.

When I woke up, I realised I was kidnapped. I tried to removed the ropes but I couldn't. I saw my surroundings, it was a old building. I went to a corner and hug my legs, burying my head between my knees. "Why is this happening to me?" I thought. I cried and cried until I fell asleep.

2 hours later

I woke up from the noise of people fighting. My vision was blurry, I tried to watch what was happening and after my vision got a little clear, I saw a young boy (you know Kuni, you know) with pink haired fighting with two men. With my common sense, I hide behind a bunch of wood boxes. When silence fell in the place, I peeked out to see the two men on the floor, lifeless.

"Are you OK, miss? I yelped as someone asked me. When I turned around, I saw a beautiful, captivating, breathtaking, glamorous, hypnotizing, handsome pink haired boy.

"You're so beautiful" I thought aloud.

"Eh.... what?". He asked with a blush on his cheeks.

"Wha- I mean...., I'm fine, thank you for saving me, ummm...."

"Ratman, nice to meet you, Follower". He said.

"Nice to meet you too- Wait.... how do you know my name?!" I asked. "Is he going to do kill me?". I thought.

"You're a well-know girl in this town, Writer told a lot about you and I couldn't help but being curious about your persona. You're cuter than the pictures Writer sent me". He said cupping my cheeks, with a smug on his face.

"asdfggjkga, I mean, t-thank you, Ratman, although I told Writer to not ship me with a rat talk about me to her friends, but you....... you are an exception, it appears". I said as a sentence of a certain character of a certain open world game of Hoyov-

After getting out of the abandoned warehouse, we went to a cafe and talk about a lot of things. It seems we have a lot in common. At the end of the day, we went to my house. There was a comforting silence, but then, he broke it when he caressed my cheeks. His face was so close to mines and in a moment, our lips were connected to each other. After what was 4 minutes, we broke the kiss gasping for air.

"Your lips tastes sweet". He said with a smug. Then, he gave a kiss on the cheeks and wave a goodbye. I stayed still for 5 minutes to process what happened. "GAH! We kissed! Oh god, how hot was that kiss!". I thought. Then, I received a message from him saying that Writer gave him my phone number. We chatted a lot and in a blink of eye, we became couples in one of our dates.

Date:

We were having a picnic under a cliche tree, he turned his face to me and said: "I love you". "I LOVE YOU TOO!". I said as I pulled him to a kiss. After we broke the kiss, our foreheads were touching while we were smiling because the reciprocate feelings we have for each other.

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"Soooo, that happened to you". Writer said with a smile. "Well, I guess I'm a good matchmaker, ehe".

"Of course you are, but why he has to have an ugly name?". I said with crocodile tears.

"My, it's just his role name, Follower, didn't you read the tag? He didn't complain and now he's with you at least in this fanfic~". Chimed Writer happily.

"She's right, although, you started because you were guessing Writer's fanfic, and you said rat". Said Kohaku with his spider outfit since Writer asked him to do so.

"See? Besides, I'm not cruel to write a fanfic about an actual rat. I'm not that crazy, especially not with you 🥰. So pls, don't bee mad, this is supposed to bee a funny joke 😢.

"Forgive the Writer, Follower, she did it without ill intentions 🤗". Said Kohaku Blood giving me a hug.

"Mmmm, fine, after all she's my Kohaku ss (screenshots) provider 🥰" I said with a smile.

"Of course, only the best for my loyal client!😎" Writer said proudly.

"Ko ko ko, they really look up to me". He thought watching the two friends laughing.

While this scene was happening, certain author of pink kkomas was passing by and watch the scene and thought: "What the fuck is this fanfic 😰" (I really don't either, this idea came up thanks to my precious Kuni 🥰)

[gessshoku]

Hey Renember mei asked about honey comb drabble? I didn't forget it is just my phone being broken but have an crumb of what i wrote:

"Oh..my little pet..i OW ​​STOP IT..FUCK OFF....NO THEY MUST BE GHH"- The giant bee falls to the ground holding his own head, he was trembling with fear and at the same time, some of his rages sprang up against his own body, as if he was trying to beating your own body with a futile attempt at something you didn't realize, his eyes kept changing color quickly to that black darkness with the purple tip, to the color so calm and sweet of honey, he looked at you and thick tears came out of honey comb's eyes:

"Li...Ghhgh..Lis..rgh...Listen i don't have...THEY NEED TO BE..time please honey bee run..run from here right now i wouldn't...GH.. wouldn't forgive myself if i did something to you just.. PUNISH,KILL, THEM THEY ...gah..just run"

Your best friend gets up with so much difficulty and it seemed like everything in him was just wanting to catch fire, but he should wait for you back here dangerous to be with him, if not HE might kill you...and that...that simple thought hurt too much for honey comb.

This is crumb but it took an liberty with your oc sorry if is not...good? I just thought of "what if the normal honey comb would be caged inside his body while the other one when he is being controlled by Willian is just causing havoc and that's is that...uh do you like it what you see?

OH YOU GOT ME FUCKED. UP. THE WAY I BENT AT THE NICKNAMES OH- AHAISBDOWNWI-

CALLING MYSELF OUT JUST- THE “pet” JAVDIXNWIW YES- BUT THE “honey bee” UAHWU MY HEART OH MY GOD PLS IM IN CLASS AS WE SPEAK AND IM HOLDING IN SO MANY SQUEALS AND SCREQMS OH I NEVER FORGOT ABOUT YOU OMG

OH I AM SOSOSOSOSOSO HONORED IT IS SO GOOD!!! THE SPEECH AND EMOTIONS!!! I AM HOLDING SO CLOSE TO MY HEART AND ITS ONLY A CRUMB??? A C R U M B????? HELLO???? ITS AMAZING!!! IM SO EXCITED FOR TJE REST!!!

Oh glitched honey would soooo curse just to annoy inner honey, heheheh pet- I’m sorry just- IM WEAK-

Glitched honey comb would def be more aggressive, his systems would probably be on hardcore security mode. He not exactly built to attack, unlike moon who has the ability to walk out and capture trespassers, honey can only watch cameras and alert security. However he’s big and heavy enough to cause immense damage even if he doesn’t intend to.

Normal honey is actually really really gentle with kids when he carry’s them, even with the gaming equipment.

[prophetstold]

     salutations!  it’s Monique, here again with not a new muse but a familiar one.  one who I don’t think I’ll ever forget or move on from, so - with that said, this is an independent (side)blog for Gilbert Nightray from the manga Pandora Hearts.          if you’re interested please like and/or reblog for me!  this isn’t my first time around the block with Gilbert but it is my first time running a sideblog since I’m too stubborn to start anew ( and cant multimuse, I tip my hat to u multimuse muns ).                                  so please take note that if you follow nghtry,       chances are you’ll get a follow back from lorddiiavolo.  thank you for ur time!

[dansiere]

LITTLE CHARACTER THINGS

Just a fun little character game. Fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by. Repost & tag away !

TAGGED BY: @reantte & @chaoswilled, who both like to see me suffer. TAGGING: it’s a wonderful meme thus I encourage you all to go ahead & steal it [just tag me when you do]; @handspoken / @balletshoes, @huntershowl, @kissafist, @spiraledheart, @mettatoniic, @inhumanistic, @breselin & @carvedbones get a tag nonetheless.

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:

001. Nostalgic; struck by an all-consuming kind of grief.

002. Passionate, severely dedicated.

003. Compassionate; loving & caring fiercely.

004. Insecure; self-depreciation is her greatest vice.

005. Courageous, recklessly so.

GREETINGS:

001. a small wave, brisk & efficient.

002. a handshake, maybe; usually of the awkward kind.

003. a petite nod, occasionally; whenever she is busy or otherwise occupied.

004. greeting someone by saying their name or an enthusiastic “hello / good-morning / good day” etc.

COLOURS:

001. pastel pink, any shade of pink & even red really, but its pastel version holds the greatest value.

002. peach; perhaps even shades of orange.

003. (pastel) blue; several shades thereof. Turquoise & a tint of green.

004. ivory; see her skin, the base colour of sheer fabric.

005. grey & variations thereof. 

SCENTS:

001. freshly washed laundry.

002. the ocean; the scent of the sea.

003. lush forests; a Spring breeze, bit of an earthly hue.

004. flowers; anything rose-y, really. 

005. polished steel.

CLOTHING:

001. as a servant / Homeworld: typical leotard & sheer skirt + ballet slippers kept in white, black & shades of grey (while serving White Diamond), later frilly, multi-coloured dress with sheer fabric wrapped around her hip & a pink underskirt, ballet slippers & juvenile, “rosebud” shaped hair (while serving Pink Diamond).

002. during the rebellion / War for Earth: major change in attire; tight grey sheer top + blue vest underneath combo, peach coloured shorts & orange-tinted boots; sleeveless. Wild, unkempt hair resembling her earlier “rosebud” cut but far more dishevelled; sabre in hand.

003. post-war: hair a tad more ‘tame’, same tight shirt & shorts combo but a shift in colour with sheer sleeves + overthrow worn across the shoulders. Legwarmers paired with ballet slippers, heart-shaped cleavage.

004. post Rose’s death: same shirt with slight variations; star on her chest, sleeves again gone. Colour shifted to bright turquoise with sheer skirt & pastel coloured shorts worn underneath (reaching down to her knees), low cut socks + ballet slippers, very, VERY neatly kept hair with not a single strand out of place. Later, she dons a swift alteration thereof; the star on her chest is more strikingly depicted, sheer skirt replaced by a ribbon / bow tied around her hip; yellow shorts instead of pink. Hair a tad more unkempt.

005. post “CYM” / Future: wears a denim-esque jacket with a star on her back. Long, high cut trousers revealing her shins in addition to pink ballet slippers. Wears a turquoise, shoulderless top underneath the jacket with a heart-shaped cleavage. Hair resembles her war-haircut; more dishevelled, rebellious.

OBJECTS:

001. various swords & sabres neatly cared for & stored either in her gemstone or room. She has amassed quite the collection of ancient & legendary weapons over the centuries, ranging from simple marine sabres & battle axes to Excalibur (which she, at some point, pulled out of the stone).

002. her gemweapon, aka lances & variations / modifications thereof. 

003. a mobile phone she got shortly before “CYM”; one of the few items she does not store in her gemstone.

004. dried roses at the back of a journal; one she wrote & sketched in back before the war. Hidden deep within her gemstone. 

005. an array of other, different items stored in her gemstone (first-aid items, car keys, tools, various instruments, telephone numbers, various weapons such as shotguns, etc). 

VICES / BAD HABITS:

001. Inferiority Complex / Low-Self Esteem. Pearl automatically deems herself inferior to others or simply not good enough, falling victim to hysteria whenever failing to succeed on her first try. -- this usually triggers sentiments of extreme self-decrepitation or emotional fits. Additionally, these feelings of deeply seated insecurity & self-hatred turn her bitter / petty & coerce her to crave validation in any shape or form. She can come across as a know-it-all, as condescending or arrogant given how she will continuously bring up her achievements, knowledge & countless justifications as to why (e.g) she did what she did or why sth. did not work to counter these ever-looming feelings of utter worthlessness.

002. Obsessive / Borderline Neurosis. A vice that goes hand in hand with 001; Pearl is obsessed with the past (may it be in the shape of mistakes or ‘happy memories’), symmetry, cleanliness & people per se; especially Rose has always been a sore topic in that matter. In fact, her obsession went as far as to turn into a serious neurosis / the unquenchable urge to hyperfixate on something & mercilessly obsess over it in turn. Without something to obsess over, Pearl breaks apart. While she loves fiercely, this kind of behaviour is prone to “smother” those in her care. May it be through overprotectiveness or overly critical / a “mother knows best” kind of demeanour.

003. Terrible Coping Mechanisms / Living in Denial. Pearl is guilty of  “trauma compartmentalizing”; she represses her traumatizing experiences & memories in a self-destructive way. As demonstrated in “A Single Pale Rose”, her mind is structured in layers; the deeper “in” you go, the more she unravels & falls apart; on the surface, she tries to keep it all together but is well-aware of the mess waiting on the brink. -- Pearl additionally keeps amassing problems / trauma rather than facing any of them.

004. Stuck in the Past / Unable to Let Go; Probably a given one that does not require further explaining given what I already detailed further above. -- ever one to fondly remember the War & the role she had in it, she cannot let go of what once was. This is especially true whenever the casualties of war (guilt complex) or Rose Quartz are concerned; the latter coerced her to live the greatest half of her life (post Steven’s birth) trapped in a perpetual state of grieving & yearning for all she has lost.

005. Liar / secretive. Pearl has been prone to lie & twist her words ever since she was given to Pink Diamond 8000 years ago. What started as an attempt to protect Pink from the Diamond Authority soon turned second nature. While she usually lies out of a good reason, partially due to having been “forbidden” to talk about certain matters, lack of social skills + her compassion & eager will to spare e.g. Steven from harsh truths or to protect herself, it is a terrible vice she cannot shake.

BODY LANGUAGE:

001. gestures quite a lot; may it be with her hands or expressions. Usually underlines her points by sweeping arm or hand movements; prone to “put her whole body into it”.

002. Arms wrapped around her body, predominately her waist. Usually a sign of discomfort or tension that she simply cannot brush aside. Often paired with her glare wandering aside / avoiding eye contact.

003. Broad stance / legs apart as opposed to her feet usually positioned in First Position. Radiates rare moments of confidence, often paired with her hands either on her hips or wrapped around her lance / sword. She usually places said weapon on her shoulder or sprawled across it. 

004. Head held up high (e.g.: confident / disapproving) or head kept low (e.g.: insecurity / doubt); a gesture often affecting her entire stance - spine straightened & shoulders squared whenever poised, posture hunched whenever insecure.

005. balled fists out of anger / arm lifted & body positioned in front of someone she ought to defend.

AESTHETICS:

001. The Art of Slowly Falling Apart. “everything is perfectly fine”: a cursed phrase on the tip of your tongue; repeated endlessly. The paradoxical sentiment of deeming onself above all else. -- above the past, the pain, your former life -- & failing to realize that you are anything but, that control has long slipped from your grasp; that threads hold your broken self together, that you are so close to falling apart & yet play pretend.

002. All-Consuming Love. ever devoted, passionate / obsessively loving with all your heart. The yearning, mutual & unconditional dedication to something beautiful but fragile. You live in a fantasy alongside her / the kind you dreamt about ever since you freed yourself from Homeworld’s shackles. -- it is the kind of love that demands & demands & demands all you willingly give.

003. Dance. a part of your very identity, even the part of the past you ought to loathe; a fact that leaves you aching. It is embedded in your very code. A love for beauteous choreographies even integrated into melee combat; pristine, elegant, flawless; dancing to the mellow melody of some piano piece playing in the background. 

004. the Ocean. may it be the aesthetic of giving oneself to the depths or wuthering emotions crashing down threatening to smite you into pieces / but also its power, the very effect the scent of salt & the sound of cascades have on you. -- something you ought to oppose but can’t. 

005. the Battlefield / Revolution. swords clutched in aching hands; breathing heavily. The thrill of battle, the dirt under your nails; ever listening to the beating of a drum at the back of your head. You are Fire, Passion incarnate: cutting the cord, shattering those that wronged you, overcoming opposition & the conditioned voice inside your head, fighting against all odds / one step away from a cracked gemstone. Breaking the chains, literally.

SONGS / PIECES:

001. Running up that Hill -- Kate Bush.

002. Both Sides Now -- Joni Mitchell.

003. Eight -- Sleeping At Last.

004. Romeo -- Until the Ribbon Breaks.

005. My Boy Builds Coffins / Blinding / Over the Love -- Florence & the Machine.

Bonus: Cut the Cord -- Shinedown; not her style but boy does this give me Renegade Pearl vibes.

[pansexualandscared]

I just thought of a horrible theory. Hermes is the one telling the story so he, obviously, knows what’s going to happen. When he tells Orpheus to not look back, it’s not just advice for when he’s going down but when he’s coming back up. Hermes is trying to save Orpheus from making the same mistake again.

[muthmergya]

Im prolly going to hel--pls forgive me

- 🦋anon

"Ice cream~♡"

Warnings- oral sex, reacving,eatin out, 18+, nsfw, public oral sex, degradation.

↬characters -childe, kaeya, diluc, zhongli, xiao,

Masterlist

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

۵childe↴

Ohouhuu, I've said this before I'll say it again this man is just oh so sadist like dayumee.

Like you know when i say that he'll enjoy and take untmost pleasure in all the sounds you make while he eats you out like an animal.

He is so gonna keep a fixed contact on your fucked out and crying face as his tongue laps at your juices

Even tho almost the entirety of his face his covered from your liquids he'll still maintain perfect eye contact and even smirk everytime your eyes roll back as you once more drown in overstimulation

Well i mean taking it from both your perspectives tartaglia won't be the right one to be blamed for you fucked out state

Like afterall it was you who thought that dripping you vanilla ice cream all over your thighs and then willing open your legs infront of him like a whore was a good idea.

Now look at your pathetic little forn getting fucked into oblivion by his tongue alone as your sprawled across the side room desk inside the northland bank where the fauti guards can clearly hear your cries and begs.

"Gah~!! N-no pleas-I⸺beg!!~"

Choked out moans realse through your sore throat as the ginger haired man countines to devour into the paradise between your legs, like the starving man he was.

Watching you with hawks eyes as he once more sucks and swallows all the sweetend fluids realsed from your little cunt as you orgasm for the 4th times, eyes once more rolling back to your head as utter bliss and white clouds you vision.

After so much time of eating you out tartaglia finnaly removes his head from between your legs to gaze down at your still leaking and fuked out form.

"Aww~♡ you little slut, are you that fucked out you forgotten how to talk?,mmmhh~ no worries since for now all you'll need to do is moan out like the whore you are and let all the people in this building know how good my tongue is~"

۵kaeya↴

Ahhh yes the horny Calvary captain, don't we all know about him-

OK like I've mentioned how you'll suck him off under his desk while he's talking to a knight.

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (yall thinkin wut imma thinkin)

Now imagine him eating you out while you're having a conversation with jean-

( ͡ಥ ͜ʖ ͡ಥ)ouuoo like a scenario where you're in your office and he just comes in with some ice creams and yall talk a lil until ofc the captain of horny gets coulded with lust seeing your plush thighs in them thigh high boots.

So yall know things gonna get heated af, he'll intertwine his tongue with yours letting his cool hands wander off your legs spreading them as he slowly and sensually slides down your boots and then purposefully spreads ice cream all over your thighs making you squirm and whimper from the effects of the cold ice cream and his cryo infused hands.

just like that shit goes down and now his tongue is inside your wet pussy as his tongue laps at your folds, and swallows all your juices down like a man who hasn't drank in days.

Ahh yes the plot twist as the 2 horny lovers are indulging in adultry in their office (while the poor y/n tries to choke down her moans)

Their boss walks in.

Like the utter speed kaeya went under the desk to quickly hide and the speed of how fast you grab a huge report book and put it infront of your chest to make it look like you were reading it.

"A-are you sure you're alright?"

Another worried claim comes from the actting grandmaster as she observes you're trembling form which is staring back at her with a shacking smile

"Y-yes of course I am! J-JU-st need rest-!"

Nodding as another broken and pitched sentence leave you as you try to act as neutral.

The concerned and oblivious grandmaster chooses to ignore your behaviour as she once again reverts back to explaining the details regarding the next mission.

Why are you doing this to me -!

You yell inside your head as you once more look down at him, with desperate pleading eyes hoping he would stop his assault on your pussy while being under the table.

Kaeya albrich. The man was your well known lover but seriously?. Like now out of all the times he has to torture you now like have some decency the.

The acting grandmaster is in the room and yet he's lapping on your Juices like a starved man the wet muscles of his tongue massing your insides, as his head in buried between your legs making sure that he has a cold iron grip on your thighs so you wont try to separate from him once more.

Oh just how pathetic and little you felt as he mockingly stares up at you, his tongue reaching a spot which made you jolt up in surprise as your vision turns white for a mere second.

"Are you alright?!"

Taken aback from your sudden reaction the acting grandmaster starts to approch you out of concern.

"N-no! I am fine-! Stay back"

The rushed protests quickly leaves you as you try to pry jean away.

This time thinking that you might have some mental illness or problems jean quickly informs to stay put so she can go and bring some nurses to you.

Oh such a beautiful and strained out moan finally escapes your throat as your eyes are clouded in bliss from your orgasm the very moment jean leaves.

Your utter blissed voice made kaeya burts into a fit of laughter as he once more mocks you.

"Aren't you cute~♡ such a well talented actress kept such an amazing control on your pretty mouth while I was eating you up ! To bad~ because this act of chocking back your moans wont work anymore~ let's figure out what kind of state jean finds you in hmmm~"

۵Zhongli↴

Ohhuhuuh~ zhongliiii

*moans* like this man is so FINE like mmmmhhhh~♡

Oh just imagine a normal day with him at the funeral parlor and hu tao makes you both try some ice cream

By the turn she leaves you accidentally spill some of it on your thighs and zhongli being the gentle men he is. offers to help you and clean them by napkins

I mean even if he was wearing gloves and wiping your thighs by napkins the tender and soft feeling of your thighs were still very obvious under his touch

Like manz would literly pause in the process as his thumb hesitantly brushes over your thighs

His gaze getting clouder with lust as he hears your whimpers at his small touch

And you soon being aroused, you spread your legs to him presenting yourself and inviting him in with your sluttry gaze

And that leads us to Now! Where zhongli has his face between your legs literly sucking the life out of you as his long dragon tongue reach parts inside you that you yourself didn't know of, making sure that with evey suck all you see is white.

"Mmghnh~♡!"

Another moan erupts through your throat as zhongli once more makes you orgasm, lolling your tongue out as more tears of pleasure and strips of saliva drip down your face.

Joining the huge pool of white and clear fluids down on the ground.

A deep growl is earned from zhongli as he swallows your juices once more before lovling kissing your thighs.

"Don't worry love I'll take good care of you"

۵diluc↴

Ahh yess~~ the bartender

And rich ass winery owner like it would be another normal evening of drunkards in the bar when suddenly you and some business man that you met on the outskirts of mondstad just bardge in the tavren to make everyone taste the delicious thing called ice cream.

Like first diluc will be hella annoyed but then you'll lure him in the back room to show him all the free ice cream you got from the guy

And making him taste the grape flavoured one

Diluc will soon become so infatuated with the taste he'll completely forget that you were there with him to

And you being the jealous fawwk. will deadass snatch his ice cream and then get the daring idea to then spread it across yourself as you mock him saying

"If this entices you oh so much then why not eat me up to huh~!"

Poor you didn't know just how much he was gonna eat you up

Like diluc manz really ate you tf up-

"N-NO! PLEASE- NO MORE I'LL DI~E!"

Loud moans and hushed screams leave you as you try your best to make diluc deattach his face from you cunt.

Like the man was sucking you up oh so much oversimulating you so much.

7? 8? You couldn't even remember just how many times you had orgams by now all you knew that if diluc didn't stop then you'll die from the waves of pleasure his tongue was making you feel.

"Quite down women!- you were the one who wanted to act like a whore now endure with it!"

Hushly yelling as he reaches down to now unbulcke his belt to free his harden cock.

N-no. No he c-cant be serious right? After so many orgams he doesn't mean to shove his cock inside you right?-

The sheer look of dread decorates your face as you try to back away only to be-

۵Xiao↴

Ohuhhuuuuu~♡ the curious yaksha

Like his one is gonna be like so different

Like just a normal evening of him waiting for you at the wangshuu inn's terrace making sure you come back safely.

Only to be greeted with you carrying a huge pot with you saying that it was gift from a mondstatd traveller that you had helped

First he'll be annoyed as to why you didn't ask for his help to carry the pot

But will calm down soon once you tell him it wasnt that hard.

Like manz is gonna be so confused as he looks at the "ice cream"

He is gonna be so hesitant as to if he should eat it or nah but when you tell him that it's almond flavoured

he'll give in and try it only to get fukin obsessed with it

Like shit this tastes better than almond tofu, manz gonna eat half the pot up in one go

Like Lord he'll be so inlove with its taste.

But do y'all know wut he's gonn a be more inlove with

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Your body half covered with the ice cream cuz you had spilled it over yourself while trying to snatch it away from him so he doesn't finish it off.

Like manz gonna be fukin mesmerized as he stares at your body seeing the cotton cloth stick to your skin.

Delicious.

Fukin delicious was how you smelt right now so you bet xiao ripped off all the clothing and licked the entirety of your body of like a mad starved man.

"Uw-wahh~! T-to much s-stop~!!"

Strained loud moans erupt countinously from your throat as xiao sucks onto your cunt and eats you out as though you're gonna be his last meal fir the rest of the decade.

So utterly sweet your skin and your juices were xiao was so sure that he wasn't gonna stop anytime soon. His mind so hypnotized with your taste.

Almost all the cries and begs from you go ignored as Xiao devours you.

You on the other hand were probably over the moon, all of this was so sudden like all you remember was the feeling of the cold ice cream spilling over you before xiao rupped apart your clothes and kissed, licked and sucked at any skin your body had.

Everything was so sudden and hot your poor brain wasn't able to register anything except to sumbit to his actions.

Another pitch cry erupt through your throat as the feeling of orgasming hits you for the 9th time for the night.

Cumming all over xiao's face as he quicky devours up all your fluids taking so much satisfaction but not enough through your voice and expressions.

"I-I am going to ravage you-!"

Xiao pussy conqueror evil conqueror

😌💅i did not proof read this cuz it's long af, also anon imma sorry it didn't end up all picnic theme I was horny 😭

Also @rinnieren manage yo sleep schedule hoe its fukin 3 am -

Edit 1- okay like yall gotta agree to meh on this like there is just somthing so attractive about getting forcibly eaten out by 2D man like -

Lord have mercy Imma bout to bust-

[scara-meow-che]

Ok so this audio but with Childe just think about it.

The audio is from Professor Cal on Reddit

OH FUCKKKKKKK

-zero anon❤️‍🔥

💬 — PLS I KNOW THIS AUDIO LIKE THE BACK OF MY HAND, HONESTLY ONE OF MY FAVES. i still don't forgive cal for his past actions but i won't deny that his audios slap 😳😳 ALSO LISTEN TO THIS because it fits childe so well 🥺🥺🥺 that audio made me fell in love with childe because gAH IT WAS SO SWEET.

[kallikrein]

would you prefer waka being a brahman traitor or be a spy in kanto manji and got shot by hanma out of nowhere once he found out that he's not a true ally? 😷 (+ a little rant. i love mikey but i hope the fight won't end with just his one kick pls everyone showed a very nice and fair fight i hope wakui will give him a nice fighting scene too 🤸 and i hope no more killings in the final battle esp waka our beloved 😭💌)

i would prefer him if he’s being transparent, tbh. like i wanna know what he’s trying to do, what’s his purpose. is it for the betterment of everyone, or will his pretense make everything go whack and takemichi has to carry that consequence again? idk.

i’ll be really sad if he’s a brahman traitor tho. he used to be a good-enough kinda man and all that stuff when he was younger, back when shin was still alive. so what happened then? what made him stoop down to a level where he’d actually betray his close friends and even drag benkei along with him? even picked a fight with inupi, his adopted kid ;-; GAH I CAN’T READ THIS GUY

but! there’s a but. if it’s because he’s trying to help mikey in his own way (i can’t think of a reason why he’d do this. maybe shin’s last words to him were ‘take care of mikey’ and he just realized that now so he’s currently taking actions, not sure. don’t take my words for it), then maybe he’s not a brahman traitor nor a kmg spy, but on the neutral ground where he has the same purpose as takemichi’s and that’s to slap some sense into mikey’s head. AGAIN, IDK WHAT I’M TRYNNA SAY

THE LITTLE HANMA THEORY THO, NONNIE ??? OMG ??? WHAT IF HANMA’S GONNA BE THE LITTLE SHIT THAT’LL SEND WAKA TO THE OTHER SIDE ??? I WON’T BE ABLE TO FORGIVE HIM PLS 😭 but listen, i’m kinda entertaining this idea where koko will put up a fight with inupi against benwaka, and they’re like faking punches and kicks (so they won’t appear too sketchy to anyone) since there’s this extra panel from 243 and it’s the one where, apparently, benwaka is under koko’s command? i can’t remember it exactly. but i think it’s saying that koko is the one who recruited these two and hanma. so who knows if koko is also plotting smth bigger? but aaaaa hanma, you better get your hands off of my man or you’ll gonna catch these mfing hands 🤼‍♂️🤼‍♂️🤼‍♂️

i think this battle will stretch on for god knows how long. it’s the final match, right? i think it’s gonna be a really long while. not sure if i should feel happy or in pain. gosh, i suddenly miss mikey. i really want him and mitsuya to talk things out, ykwim? like he’s not the only one who lost draken. mitsuya lost him too! pah-chin as well, and kazutora! he’s not the only one who lost the people he cherished. but ofc, people grieve differently. but i just want him to reach out to someone, to ease the pain that he’s lonely carrying. oh god, nonnie. i miss the og toman 🥹🥹 i wanna see mikey smiling effortlessly again and doing pranks and throwing tantrums when he can’t get what he wants. I JUST WANT HIM TO BE HAPPY AGAIN 🥹🥹🥹

i’m manifesting that with you, nonnie. please, no more k-wordings until the very end, wakui-sama 🙇🙇🙇